#disconnected series drabbles

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Wereroomies werewolf!chan reaction to his girl in a rabbit costume? I know that man will go insane

this ask wormed its way into my brain and made me write a drabble in record time. sorry if anything's worded weirdly, i was literally possessed while i wrote this whole thing.

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series). | Word Count: ~1k. | Warnings: Chris’ POV · curvy/chubby reader · primal play (can it be considered primal play when one of the parties involved is an animal already?) · breeding · unprotected penetration [piv. no barrier method, but the reader is presumed to be on birth control].

minors do not interact.

It was rare for Chris to take you to his house in the woods on your own. Typically, the entire pack would come for their monthly run, but every once in a while he needed to come check on the place to make sure everything was in order–the amount of times he’d woken up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night with the sudden thought that he didn’t turn off the lights before leaving during their last trip were too many to count at this point.

This weekend, Chris decided to take you out on a little escapade, just the two of you in his big house. You both had been working nonstop the last couple of weeks, between that and pack duties you’d hardly had any time for yourselves as a couple, so he was more than needing his alone time with you, to disconnect from everything and everyone else.

So here he was, doing the final checks on the house to make sure everything was fine before he could finally join you wherever you were in the house to lounge around and snuggle and hopefully have some delightful sex later in the evening.

“Baby, have you seen the–the…”

Walking into the living room, and seeing you all of a sudden like that, sitting on the dining table of all places, was something Chris did not expect. His mind short-circuited immediately, and the fact that you had the nerve to gasp and act surprised as soon as you spotted him wasn’t making it any better.

“Oh, my… Seems like I’ve found myself in the wolf’s lair. What am I gonna do now…” You brought your hands to your cheeks, which only squished your breasts further together, all garnished with the fakest look of concern he’d ever seen on your face.

That bra was barely even a bra, it was just a couple of pieces of fabric tied around your neck by thin straps, it did absolutely nothing to keep your breasts contained. It was white, too, practically transparent. The bottoms weren’t much better, also a barely even there piece of fabric that did incredibly poorly at covering your plump centre. But the worst pieces of all were the white and pink suspender belt, with the matching stockings over your mouth-watering thighs, and the goddamned bunny ears on your head.

Something stirred deep inside of Chris, something just so incredibly dangerous, something he just knew was exactly what you wanted to awake with this entire set-up of yours.

Prey, prey, prey, prey, prey…

What kind of boyfriend would he be if he denied you of your fun? So of course he played along. 

“Aww, poor little bunny got lost?” Chris cooed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the door frame, staring you up and down.

You bit your lip, nodding. “You’re not gonna do anything bad to me, right?”

Chris took a deep breath, and he got almost winded by the scent of your arousal lingering in the air. “Well… That depends, pretty bunny…”

“On?”

A smirk made its way onto his face, and Chris could already feel himself straining in his briefs. “On how fast you can run away from me”.

You bit your lip and whimpered, looking almost scared. 

There was a moment of you staring at him, and Chris staring at you… A moment of silence that fed the tension in the air. In an instant, you were getting off of that table and bolting out of the room, letting him see the fluffy tail attached to your bottoms, and he could feel the fine hairs on his nape stand on end.

Chase, chase, chase, chase, chase…

Chris immediately ripped his t-shirt off of his body and chased after you. He was suddenly feeling incredibly warm, and he could feel his instincts further clouding his reason as he looked at your form trying to get out of his reach.

He let you off easy for a few minutes, revelling in the deep breaths you took, in the way your heart was racing inside your chest, and in the smell of your scent taking a hold of every single one of his nerve-endings. Until he just couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to catch you, to show you your place and make you submit.

After a while of running and hiding around the house, Chris finally caught up to you on the upper floor, right after climbing the stairs–his shorts had been discarded at some point during the chase, he didn’t even notice when he’d removed them, and he, honestly, also didn’t care.

With a tight hold on your waist he pushed you against the nearest wall. He would’ve felt bad by hearing the whimper that came out of your mouth as soon as your back hit the wall, but, at this point, he knew your limits, he knew how to read your body language, he knew the exact word you would use if it all became too much for you, and, especially, he knew when you were putting on an act. 

With a hand cradling the back of your head, he tilted it to the side, making himself more room to shove his face in the crook of your neck, to prod at your pulse point with the tip of his nose and get a proper whiff of that scent of yours that made him delirious, especially now with how horny you smelt, with his senses enhanced by the chase.

“What now, bunny?” Chris mumbled. He licked a stripe up the expanse of your neck, relishing the taste of your skin under his tongue, and he felt you shiver with the motion.

You swallowed, taking a deep breath. “What are you gonna do to me? I’m just a poor, innocent bunny that got lost…”

“Are you, now?” Chris brought his free hand to the ears on your head, feeling the soft fur between his fingers for a moment, only to finally move that hand to your side so he could drag it all the way from your ribs down to your hips, relishing the goosebumps that rose under his touch. “And what was a pretty bunny like you looking for so insistently you ended up lost in my lair?”

“A partner”, you replied simply, although your voice got a bit shaky when he started to toy with the string that tied your underwear in place. “I just…need to be bred so badly”.

Chris could’ve fainted with how fast blood rushed from his head to his crotch.

“Oh, sweet, sweet, bunny”, he dragged his teeth down the length of your neck, until he finally found a spot to suck the first of many love bites he was ready to leave on your skin. “I can give you exactly what you want… I’ll pump you so full, pretty. Just how you need”.

“You will?” You reached for his hips, and the warmth of your hands on his bare skin was further feeding that pool of desire in the pit of his stomach. “Is the big, alpha wolf going to put his pups inside me?”

God, he might’ve been the predator, but you certainly always had the upper hand, and Chris knew you were aware of it. You always knew what to say to get him to react, to get exactly what you wanted, and he was ready to fall for it every single time.

Chris leaned in closer, close enough he could feel your lips brush against his own when he spoke. “Only if you ask nicely”.

You moved your hands from his hips to his ass, squeezing generously. “Please… Please, I need your pups so bad. Please, breed me, alph–”

A squeal left your lips when Chris took a hold of your hips and turned you around all of a sudden. He just couldn’t take it anymore, not after all that had transpired since he spotted you on that table downstairs.

With a hand on your upper back, he pressed your chest further into the wall as you pushed your hips back towards him, giving him the delicious sight of your round bottom in that barely there piece of underwear with the fluffy tail, and the way your soft flesh dipped under the taut straps of your suspender belt that held the stockings on your legs almost made him dizzy.

Chris spat on his free hand and smeared the saliva all over his length. Pulling your underwear to the side, he got a perfect view of your soaked folds. Clearly, all the running around had been a good warm up for you, too, and he was almost trembling in anticipation.

In normal circumstances, he would’ve probably stretched you out first, even loosen you up with his mouth and his tongue. But these were no normal circumstances. He could barely think straight at this point, all he knew for sure was that he needed to be inside of you and give you the pounding of your life.

Breed, breed, breed, breed, breed…

You whined once he started to push his cock inside you. The feeling of your warm, wet, tight walls stretching over his length had him rolling his eyes to the back of his head. He might’ve worried he was hurting you, but he knew by now that when you reached back for his hip like you were doing now, almost like you were urging him to ram himself into you already, it meant you were doing just fine, so there wasn’t a single spark of worry in his hazy mind just yet.

As soon as he was fully sheathed within your warmth, he nuzzled your neck, holding the soft skin of your hips tightly in his hands. “Don’t worry, pretty bunny. I’ll give you what you need. All of it”.

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[mr-celestial-writings]

The Oldest Biological Child Pt. 2 [Headcanon/Drabble]

Part 2 of Outlaw! Reader, Baby! Reminder: Outlaw! Reader is written to be Transmasc/Female To Male.

If that isn't your cup of tea, then I hope I write something that is!

Part 1, for those who haven't read it.

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It wasn't like you just had brothers. You had sisters too! You thought they would be your safe place, that you could go to them. You were wrong. You were oh, so wrong.

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Barbara Gordon:

You knew here from the very moment you stepped through the door. Back then she was Batgirl, and when she and Dick were together.

She was nice enough. She accepted your gender identity, but it feels like just like everybody else, you were just a bother to her.

When she was paralyzed because of The Joker, you hated yourself for feeling nothing. You didn't feel sorry, or sad, or angry.

She was never there, always busy with something or somebody else. Birthdays and other events lacked the Redhead.

You were somehow closer to her Dad, Jim acting like a grandfather to you.

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What happened to Barbara sucked, but at some point you just... disconnected from her, like you did the rest of the family.

You were both pleasant and polite to each other, but your relationship never went much further than that. Though, you can't say you were surpised.

You were used to not being a priority.

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Stephanie Brown:

You liked Steph. She was nice enough, and she brought a positive energy to the family that was needed. You couldn't believe that somebody like that would Date Tim of all people.

She was definitely more active in your life. You could recognize her more clearly than any of your brothers, outside of Jason. You two grew apart as you grew up.

You supported her as Robin, Batgirl, and finally Spoiler. And she supported your transition.

Out of all your sisters, she was certainly your best friend. Which wasn't saying much considering your relationship with the rest of your family.

She once caught you sneaking out for patrol and just told you to be careful and kick ass. Respect.

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As you became more and more invested into your life as an Outlaw, you had completely missed the introduction of your third sister: Cass.

You had felt bad, but she surprisingly took it well. After all, she didn't even know you or about you. She couldn't really fault you for not knowing her.

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Cassandra Cain:

You had already been used to living with strangers by the time Cass came around.

You two were polite, she taught you sign language. But that it was. You two weren't really there for each other.

The most you two communicated was via nods. You congratulated her on becoming Batgirl, and then forming her own identities though.

She figured out you were a vigilante pretty quickly. She left it alone though.

Like Tim, you hadn't felt the need to tell her you were trans. She was a stranger, and the information wasn't really relevant.

Despite her similar childhood to Damian's, she never once insulted or attacked you. Points for that.

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You said goodbye to Steph when you moved out. But that was it. You left your family behind.

They were just supposed to stay in your past. You knew you weren't important enough to stalk.

So, you moved on. You graduated highschool and became a full time outlaw.

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a/n: dunno how long this series will go for, but hey, at least i'm writing.

masterlist here, for those who want it.

[cherubispunk]

NEPHILIM: BAMBI - Jackson-era!Joel Miller x AFAB!Reader

summary: when does a human stop being regarded as a human…and, instead, seen as something different entirely?

a note from Lucy: No smut? Huh? Someone check my temperature please. I liked writing Nephilim so much that I decided to do a small Drabble of the exact moment Bambi got her name. Think of it as a prequel of sorts. Takes place soon after Bambi recovers from sepsis. Enjoy!

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wc: 1563

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! no use of y/n but reader is referred to as ‘Bambi’, no physical description of reader apart from ‘long lashes’, brief descriptions of injury and blood, religious imagery, use of guns/ being taught to shoot, me not remembering how to shoot even though I was taught how to so there may be inaccuracies lolsies, Joel is a little bit of a dick but it’s only because he cares!

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Psalm 18:33 He maketh my feet like hinds' feet, and setteth me upon my high places.

When does the man become the monster? Is it his first kill? Or maybe his first thought of pulling the trigger? It might be the moment he picks up the gun. When the metal is cold in calloused palm. A human would find it heavy and unwelcoming. A monster might find it a comforting thing though. To know he is protected at his own hand. Are they even entirely separate? A person may be both at once. Monster. Human. Who is the righteous one, the wise one, who draws the line. Is it God? The people? And how thin of a line is it?

Joel could be both. In the Venn Diagram, the spectrum of Monster and Man, he resided in the very middle. That’s what they told you anyway. You took it with a pinch of salt. Thought it a rather hypocritical comment to make for no one in this world was truly pure of sin. Even the lamb grazes the grass that the foal could have. Though Joel thought you came damn close to purity. He now associated the colour of your eyes with innocence. Conditioned to the thought whenever he saw it in nature, or in a person's clothing. Slaved away to keep it. Protect it. Was a man that protected truly a monster? Because the things he did, the sin he committed, the blood on his hands, was all in the name of protection in one way or another.

He quite liked being alone before. But the more time he spent engaging in the odd conversation with you, the more he realised how dull it was to talk to himself. He and himself were only acquaintances. You felt more like a friend. His first real friend since Tess.

So maybe the question is this; When does a human stop being regarded as a human…and, instead, seen as something different entirely?

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“I can’t do it.” You huffed, looking back at him and dropping your arms. In your hands was Joel’s rifle. The weight of it foreign and uncomfortable. The trigger cold, and your fingertip not calloused enough for it to feel like it belonged. The metal bit back. It said ‘you don’t belong here’. It commanded you: ‘Give me back’. The weight of it was unsettling. In your hand was the weight of a life taken. Or a life spared. And yet he stood behind you with his arms crossed, his brow set in stone, furrowed together in a frown akin to the busts of Caracalla. Narrowed hawk eye on your poor form. Unsteady on your feet and uncertain with your trigger finger.

“You can.” He replied, voice clipped and snippy. Not giving you a choice. “And you will.” He spoke in such a grating edge it seemed he was frustrated merely through your apprehension. “Eject the cartridge.” So you sighed, abiding his words, pressing the butt of the rifle into the crook of your shoulder and staring down the barrel at the tree you hadn’t landed even a graze on once. “Feet shoulder width apart, girl.” He reprimanded. Joel had repeated that one point about five times now in the past hour. And each time you’d forgotten. Something as simple as the planting of your feet on the snow blanketed ground. Your mind was in disarray and a disconnect with your body.You looked down at your feet and shuffled them wider apart.

You felt his strict grip find temporary and telling purchase on your hips, jerking you side on so the foot the side of your non-trigger hand pointed towards the target. Even through layers of winter clothing his touch made you shiver far more than any biting winter wind could. “Like this.” That tone again. It was windburn on your cheeks. It was pins and needles in your feet. Unpleasant, painful, and long enduring.

“Sorry.” You mumbled.

“Don’t be sorry. Be better.” And he stepped back to observe once more.

He didn’t do it to be mean. He didn’t say it to be curt, and rude. He did it for your benefit. Because one day your loose tongue would very well find you without it entirely. Still, it hurt. To know he was so willing with criticism and so restrained with compliments. He must bite his tongue so often that it grows back sharp. It felt like lashes from the cat of nine tails upon your back; Your skin now lacerated and tender from each blow. Regardless, you swallowed the lump in your throat whole. It could suffer and scorn and burn in your churning stomach. You inhaled, and on the exhale you pulled the trigger.

Miss.

You huffed again, utterly defeated. Your heart seemed to sink lower when you looked at him. His face still set with the same Caracalla frown.

“Again.”

“What’s the point, Joel?” You protested for the second time. Desperate to go back to town and wallow. To not have to face that grimace. You felt like a child, waiting for that fateful ‘I’m not angry, just disappointed’ speech. “I’m not a violent person. I’m not like you. I’m not—“ the words faltered as you tried to find them. You stopped yourself before you could blurt the first that came to mind. But he knew. Joel always knew. He didn’t need to say anything for you to admit it. Merely raise a brow and dare you, urge you further.

“Y’should think before y’speak.” You nodded at his words, eyes trained on his boots. “Again.”

Too ashamed to fight any further, already treading on thin ice and skidding miserable on wobbly doe legs. Too soon would you thud to the floor and plunge into the icy waters below. You must find your footing again.

It was in this very shame you obeyed, picking up the weapon again with bated breath and aiming. But your mind was elsewhere. It scattered like the spray of a shotgun's fire. Your form was off. You’d lost that stance from before. And you were too busy in your own head to even think about paying attention to the tree trunk down the other end of the barrel. You fired without the inhale before as well as the beat of your exhale. The recoil was strong, the butt of the rifle ricocheting into your shoulder causing an ache to dissolve through flesh and sink to bone. The sound was jarring, it rang in your ears, rattled in your head. And you lost your footing, stumbling back with the force towards the snow.

Joel saw it coming. He expected you to right your footwork. To breathe in and fire on the exhale. But the sound of the bullet leaving the chamber came before any of the aforementioned. A simple stride in haste and he was behind you, stopping you before you fell to the floor.

“Jesus, Bambi!” Joel gritted through his teeth when you collided. The sound was becoming less jarring. But the name. The name was new. It was fresh. And ripe. A fruit that would never rot. Be eternally sweet. He had thought about it before; You had these wide eyes that looked up at him through thick lashes. You were tentative with your footing. And uneasy on your feet when it was cold. He remembered when he found you in the snow; Curled up on your side with the flesh wound under your trembling palm, bleeding through your shirt and gaps between frail fingers. He thought of a doe just born. Fresh and pure. So vulnerable it ached to not reach out and nurture it. When he looked into those eyes, the eyes of the woman in his arms, he saw it all again. A picture that was printed on the backs of his eyelids when he slept. Or where he blinked for that matter. In waking and in sleep, it haunted him. Whispered in his ear with a warm breath that paralleled the alive and beating. He felt a sharp sting in his heart. He didn't know it then, but it was Eros’ arrow. He would know soon enough.

You shared the time between the words and the writhing of your feet. Shared it with a stare in imperturbable silence. A simmering, deep stare. It wasn’t deep in the sense of a gaping void. More like a watering hole. Something that promised plentiful supply and the chance of survival. The satiation of the unquenchable.

You would learn one day that his love for you can quench any thirst, satiate any hunger and rest any fatigue. All this and he would still be left thirsty, starving and exhausted. Accept him for what he is. Heavy handed, colossal, brutal. Loving, nurturing, tender. Just a man. Give him on chance — one meagre, single moment in time — and he’d decay at the swipe of his tongue across the bottom of your lip alone; Finding a homage for him between them. A feeling he would wish to indulge in selfishly cradling his beating chest. And maybe, just this once, he will let himself be selfish with something that wasn't just for the purpose of survival.

So I beg of you, contemplate: if a man deemed a monster can still love, if a man named the devil can see innocence, grace, beauty, and nurture it— is the man still a monster? Something else entirely? Or is he just human?

[raccoonfallsharder]

rocket raccoon prompt week ✷ day seven home ✷.⁺⋆˚₊

fluff | no use of yn | gn reader | drabble | word count: 661.

Home had been a shining city on the far horizon for most of Rocket’s formative years: distant and gleaming under an impossible blossom-blue dome. Unreachable. Untouchable. He’d left any hope of it behind, a dozen cannon-shots or more before he’d ever even stepped foot off the Arête. No. Rocket had gone straight from the cages and right into his escape pod, out into a sky that had suddenly seemed much less beautiful and much more forever. 

And so home had always been a far-away thing, a thing he could never go back to, a thing that — like love, like peace, like a restful night’s sleep or body that didn’t hurt — Rocket could simply never have. A thing that hadn’t been meant for him. Like the screws slowly grinding away at his bones or the muscle contractures he’s always fighting in his hips and chest, home had just become another old ache that he’d grown to barely notice, except when he’s on a planet where the weather is bad. 

And then, one shift — when it was just you and him — he’d been trying to work the knots out of his shoulders. You’d reached out with dancing fingers and a query on your lips — a gentle little sound of offering — and he’d gone as still as a moon pinned between two gravity wells. Your fingers had felt light as little birds, perched on his shoulders weightlessly, and you’d guided them into a rolling series of rotations. Then you’d tugged him between your knees, and kneaded every small stone you’d found lodged under his skin and fur. 

When he’d finally gone as molten and buttery as a beeswax candle on a warm day, you’d murmured another little question. He’d blinked at you blankly — completely disconnected from anything but the feel of his body, pliant for the first time in possibly his entire life — so you’d pulled him onto your lap and continued your little ministry of touch until he’d fully curled up, his tail a wreath of feathery brushes around you both. His back had pressed itself into your hands as you’d worked your thumbs into the base of his spine: freeing the tension from his hips, beckoning it out of muscle and bone, letting it dissipate into the air between your fingertips. Your hands had been so warm that even all the metal plates and bolts deep inside had suddenly felt like a part of him — had suddenly matched his own body temperature — every piece slotting together inside him with a rightness he’d never known before. The air in his lungs had turned into little pearls and gemstones, spilling up into his throat like jeweled gravel. He’d made a noise — some kind of rumble — and it had startled him until your hands had soothed over him again and you’d whispered something that had sounded like you’re just purring. 

He’d never say any of this in front of the others, never let them know about this: about how soft he is for this, for the warm quiet circle of space in your arms and on your thighs. He’d never climb into your lap like this if they could see it; never make a nest out of your body-heat and burrow into the loose thick folds of your sweatshirt. He  only does it on the shifts when everyone else is asleep, or planetside, or away. 

It’s not that he’s ashamed. It’s just — this is something special and precious and small, and if he looks at it too closely or acknowledges it exists, he may never have it back. But for now — for these moments that he can only measure in the soft wash of his breath or the thrum of his pulse in his wrists, the steady sound of your heartbeat holding him together like gravity — for now, it’s touchable, and attainable, and real — 

Moreso than any shining city on the far horizon, glimmering against the sweep of a blossom-blue ocean and a forever sky.

i did it! i brought my wordcount down! this was just a fun little exercise in writing whatever weird shit came to my mind so sorry if it makes no sense but i figured i'd indulge my inclination toward purple prose (get rekt literary critics). anyway this was fun and i am very much in favor of many future rocket raccoon prompts & prompt weeks, and thank you for creating this and bringing it to my attention, @frostedwitch ♡♡♡

i will be putting out a masterlist for this set of prompts sometime next week probably. i really hope you enjoyed reading as much as i enjoyed writing! ♡

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[savannahsdeath]

a part4 of -this- ❈ dealer!ellie x reader / ending

warnings: none??

"i have a flight to europe. i'm leaving everything and going to bieszczady." your father said, stroking the humid glass full of a cold drink. "my plane leaves tonight."

you nodded. "the faster, the better."

"but i can't blame her," he continued, "she just wanted to survive, though..."

"don't defend her." you shook your head. "she's a traitor."

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you mechanically and mindlessly drank a glass of water, as your mind processed the events and emotions that have occurred. the coldness of the liquid filled your mouth, a comforting feeling against the heat of the emotions growing within you. you stared out into the kitchen, feeling dazed and aimless as the memories came flooding back. your memory of this moment was clear, sharp and vivid in your mind. it felt like a part of you disconnected from your body, frozen in space and time.

you heard a soft knock at the door, its subtle sound contrasting the intense thoughts churning within you. the sudden noise knocked you out from the daze you've been in, your mind suddenly thrown into a state of alertness. your body has been on autopilot for who knows how long, the mundane actions from the last few days becoming distant. the knock at the door acted as a beacon in the dark, drawing you back to reality. the sound pulled you out of the memories and back into the present, as you moved towards the door to answer.

you could predict who's on the other side, really.

ellie.

every feature of her face was recognizable, but your view of her was through a veil of confusion and anger. your eyes narrowed in distrust as you took in this unexpected turn of events. she seemed concerned for you, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that there is some ulterior motive hidden behind her friendly demeanor. there was a hint of lingering attachment. part of you felt like you should turn her away on the spot, while another part of you still craved her presence — there was still some leftover affection.

suddenly, you found yourself pulled into the embrace of ellie's kiss and your emotions were thrown into turmoil once again. her hands brushed the side of your face as she pressed herself closer. the feeling of her lips on yours was a rush of pure pleasure, the intensity of the act jolting you and awakening the lingering affection you felt for her. despite all the pain and anger you felt towards her, you couldn't help but be swept away by the heat of the moment. a weak "ngh—" left your throat. as the kiss deepened, you were flooded with the memories of your time together, the highs and the lows all crashing in on you at once. your body decided to respond automatically, your lips kissing back.

you hopelessly clenched your fist and hit the crook of her neck, though you didn't put any strength to the move, moreover you had to fight your own arousal. ellie didn't pull away, instead her grip on you tightened and she began to lead you deeper into the house. you could feel her body pressing against yours, the heat of her lips still upon you.

you broke the kiss but your face was still as near to hers as possible. "i wanna kill you—"

"i'm yours." she pressed her forehead to yours. "you never broke up with me, y'know that?"

you took a deep breath and she could feel you exhaling. "i can fix that."

"there's no need to" she hummed, taking your hand and interlinking your fingers. "everything's fine."

through the corner of your eyes you saw the clock, which in big, red lines showed the numbers: 10:47 pm. your father's plane must already leave.

was it really that easy?

or was it just a fake happy end?

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the bieszczady was bcs my friend forced me to write that ahxusb so hi fellow polish hoes <333 at the end i want to thank everyone who supported this lil drabble series🩷 i skipped the whole talking stage cuz its written out of boredom and nothing serious but im still glad you decided to read it !! mwah mwah

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[gremlin-girly]

The Steve Rogers Collection

Hi and welcome to the Steve Rogers collection :)

If your looking for more Chris Evans characters they'll be in this collection here. The Key is an indicator of what a fic contains but all fics have their own warnings. Please read the warnings! Remember: this blog is 18+

Please remember also that these warnings are non-exhaustive and there is potentially something I've missed (I am human, afterall). Please read at your own risk!

Any struck through fics are fics that are in process. This can mean in process of editing, writing or just being posted! I don't have many WIPs that I have shared yet, but I am open to questions and asks on my fics!

Dividers are by the wonderful @/cafekitsune

Happy reading!

Masterlist

Key: 💛 fluff, 🔥smut, ⛈️angst

None...yet

And They Were Roommates... (working title haha) 🔥, 💛

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

From Kinktober 6 and Kinktober 10 this has become a story of roomates to lovers and is currently a WIP. I am happy to receive asks etc. on this work!! They will eventually be posted seperately as different parts.

Flufftober Day 8: Chopping Wood 💛

Pairing: pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Lumberjill!Reader Warnings/Tags: FLUFF, kind of a meet-cute?, mentions of coughing/retching/nausea, pre-serum Steve, descriptions of asthma attack, muscled reader (ofc), nicknames (sweetheart, love, dame,) Summary: When Steve has an asthma attack on a training drill and gets lost, he meets a friendly axe-wielding dame who takes his breath away. Word count: 1.6k

Flufftober Day 15: What are You Wearing? 💛

Pairing: Steve Rogers (Captain America) x Reader Warning/Tags: FLUFF, allusions to sex/innuendo at the very end, established relationship, petnames (sweetheart) Summary: It's laundry day and you whip out your handy cosy outfit you wear when Steve isn't around. However, Steve comes home early... Word count: 879 words

Flufftober Day 24: Gravestone ⛈️💛

Pairing: Steve Rogers x gn!Reader Summary: You volunteer at your local graveyard to clean headstones. One day you meet someone you never thought you'd bump into, noting the beginning of a very wholesome relationship. Word count: 1.7k

Flufftober Day 27: Written But Never Sent ⛈️💛

Pairing: Steve Rogers x gn!Agent!Reader Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, ANGST (idk why I'm putting Steve through the ringer this week lol), mutual pining (this is apparently my bread and butter as well as my jam), mentions of death, crying/grieving, alcohol consumption/drunk (mentioned), confessions, first kisses, second chances, not beta'd Summary: You've been missing on a mission for longer than expected; all of your friends and teammates believe the worst to have happened. When packing up your apartment, Steve finds a series of letters addressed to the team in a box in your closet, and decides to read the one addressed to him. Word count: 2.6k

Kinktober 6: Handjobs 🔥, 💛

Summary: Your roommate forgets to disconnect his Bluetooth headphones from his phone, leading to an embarrassing moment between you both that segues into something more.

Word Count: 2.9k

Kinktober Day 10: Morning Sex 💛🔥

Summary: Waking up next to Steve leads to some pretty exciting morning antics, leaving you wondering what took you so long to act on your feelings sooner. Word Count: ?

Part 2 to Kinktober 6 (part of the Roommate Steve drabble)

Kinktober Day 11: Enemies AND lovers 🔥

summary: You and Steve have played this game before; you go about your hero/villain duties and then in the dark of the night you scratch the itch that only the other can soothe. However, this time it's a slightly different.

[topguncortez]

Key: ☆ full fic, ♢ one shot, ⏃ drabble, ⏀series,  ♰ AU

ANGST

✧ Glad You Called Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | The line has been disconnected from you to Bob, but he still decides to call anyway. warnings: parental death, breakups, angst, cancer

✧ Eyes Wide Shut Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | A training incident gone wrong, leaving Bob is trying to convince you to wake up and help you complete your bucket list. warnings: slight medical inaccuracies, description of injuries, failed ejection, mentions of death.

✧ Fighter Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | Bob tries to help you when you put yourself into a dangerous situation warnings: violence, fighting, blood, mentions of concussions, gambling issues, illegal street fighting, sleazy men.

✧ Out of Love Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | Guess it is true what they say, women fall out of love first

✧ Have Mercy Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | Bob can't help who he falls in or out of love with. warnings: mentions of emotional cheating, arguing, yelling,

✧ I love You Bob Floyd x Jake Seresin | Bob loves Jake more than he would ever be able to realize. But sometimes those words are said too late. warnings: slight mention of religious trauma, slight mention of homophobia (christian parents)

✧ Baby on Board Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | being placed on a top secret mission weeks before his wife's due date was not what Lt. Floyd had imagined married life would be like. warnings: top gun shit, child birth, near death experiences, cursing.

SMUT

✧ Shibari Bob finds himself in an interesting place between you and Jake. warnings: SMUT, edging, rope, Bob is a brat

✧ Lingerie & Heels Bob has a thing for powerful women in pretty lingerie and heels. warnings: mommy kink, switch behavior, dom/sub, mentions of oral.

✧ Handsy Bob can't keep his hands to himself.

✧ Girls on Film While facing yet another deployment, you decide to give Bob a gift to take with him. warnings: SMUT, oral sex (f receiving), daddy kink, nude photos, filming.

✧ Garter Toss A silly old tradition that the boys make Bob do anyway, and you are a very willing participant

✧ Marked Up You leave Bob a little marked up after a night in between the sheets.

✧ Panties ♢ Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | Bob has a pair of panties he likes on you. . . but also on him. warnings: SMUT, dom/sub relationship, masturbation, teasing

✧ Mission Accomplished ♢ Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | It's Bob's 30th birthday and the boys set up a mission for him to conquer. warnings: it's porn with a dash of plot. Virginity, Oral sex (f&M receiving), unprotected sex, PIV, pet names, hair pulling, cockwarming, cursing.

FLUFF

✧ Girl of My Dreams Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | You are the woman of Bob's dreams, though he isn't going to tell you that. . . well, maybe.

✧ Pretty As the Moon Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | Bob never uses pickup lines, but for some reason he did, and he is sure happy that he did

✧ Kiss the Girl Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | Bob gets nervous and sometimes needs to remind himself that you are just as madly in love with him as he is with you

✧ Annie's Song Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | Bob sings you your favorite song while back visiting his parents farm. warning: marijuana usage

✧ Coughs & Cuddles Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | Bob knows exactly what you need when you wake up with a cold

✧ Drinking for Two Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | The only time Bob drinks, is when you can't. warnings: pregnancy

✧ Fundamental Right Bob Floyd x Jake Seresin | Bob isn't sure what they are doing, but he's pretty sure him and Jake are dating | warnings: mentions of gay sex, jacking off, unprotected sex

✧ A Change of Plans Bob Floyd x Female!Reader | Bob has been finding the perfect way to propose to you. warnings: pregnancy

EXTRAS

✧ Home Sweet Home - Moodboard

✧ Floydsin as Dads - HC

✧ Bob & Bea - Opposites Attract

[pjohoo-reclists]

Roman Percy Jackson Fic Recs

The Smart Match by greenconverses

T | 900 words | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Annabeth Chase/Jason Grace

Romance, Love Triangle, Alternate Universe

Jason's supposed to be the one for her. So why is Annabeth drawn to the dark haired son of Neptune instead? AU for Heroes of Olympus.

like slow motion by greenconverses

T | 2.1k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Roman!Percy, Fluff, Alternate Universe - Future

“I heard it’s your birthday next week.”

Life of a Praetor by MidnightSonder

G | 2.4k | Ongoing as of 11/9/20

Eventual Percy Jackson/Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano

Praetor Percy, Camp Jupiter, Slice of Life

A more detailed look at Percy's time as Praetor. (Drabble series based off my story "Permanent Swap") Part 2 of Life of a Praetor

Percy Jackson, Son of Neptune by SixUnderOneXSix

T | 2.7k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Roman!Percy, AUs, Random & Short

Roman! Percy with a twist. Percy Jackson, Son of the Sea. He came to Camp Half-Blood, and things seemed off. Latin was more natural, then there was the annoying habit of calling The Olympians by their Roman names, and of course the whole not hating Annabeth and the other Athena kids as much as they seemed to hate him. So when his Mom tells him who his father really is things get crazier, and make more sense. Part of my Percy Jackson AU Shorts, and Percy Jackson and his Confusing Parentage Part 1 of Percy Jackson Short AUs  Part 1 of Percy Jackson & His Confusing Parentage

Permanent Swap by MidnightSonder

G | 3.8k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano

Praetor Percy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Son of Neptune Re-write

Hera knew she was meddling with fate, but she had no choice. However, she had no idea how permanent her actions would be. Percy Jackson was not supposed to arrive at Camp Jupiter until June, yet somehow, he arrived six months early. He was supposed to have partial memories connecting him to Camp Half-Blood, yet he remembered nothing. Hera supposed she should have known better than to try to make an unequal exchange. The fates simply evened the scales. Part 1 of Life of a Praetor

Even with just a name by 60sec400 

G | 8.6k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson & Neptune

Dark Percy Jackson, Poseidon is a Good Parent, Powerful Percy Jackson

Small snippets in a world where Percy chose the ocean. Neptune finds his son. Perseus Jackson has a quest for the glory of Rome and the glory of Neptune. Only, well, he's met another god. And that god wants him to find Annabeth Chase, the one name he's had in his head since he's woken up other than his own.aka. disconnected scenes that could exist in a son of neptune au Part 1 of Son of Neptune AU

A Romans Reprisal by JoeFromLegal

T | 14k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Thalia Grace

Roman Percy Jackson, Titans, Friendship

Neptune, he doesn't have the best image in New Rome. When Percy sees this, already being exposed to the cruelty of Rome, decides to take the matter into his own hands and get his father his honor back. But when New Rome, a city implemented by the gods, refuses to respect Neptune, who does Percy go to? Those that oppose them of course.

Nos Avete, Arma Deorum by insomniouscat (orphan_account)

M | 19k+ | Ongoing as of 2/6/21

Percy Jackson & Jason Grace, Jason Grace & Lupa, Percy Jackson & Lupa

Camp Jupiter Centric, Camp Half Blood Campers, Politics are hard

"Jackson, this is Grace," Lupa, taking initiative and perhaps pity on both of them, stepped in, tail twitching in a way that ordered Jason to move forward towards the other demigod. Jason obliged and stepped over creaking wooden planks to get a better look at the black haired male, instinctively scanning for signs of discomfort and tension in case he got attacked, just like how he was trained. "Yo," The black haired demigod said, ducking his head and shifting carefully in his seat, "I'm Percy Jackson."

Hard to Compete by ReaLangston

Not Rated | 19k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Amnesia, New Rome, Post Gaea & The Second Giant War

What if Hera had gone to extreme measures to wipe Percy's memory? What if he hadn't remembered Annabeth or his past after all? Once the Second Giant War is over Annabeth does her best to cope knowing that the love of her life has no idea who she is. She is leading Camp Half Blood, living with the Jacksons when her college classes are in session, doing her best to move her life forward. Will her carefully stacked house of card fall?

here comes the sun by seaweedbraens

G | 24k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Soulmate AU, Camp Swap AU, Roman Percy

there are nearly eight billion people on the planet, and annabeth's soulmate just has to end up being the roman son of neptune who gets on her nerves in every way imaginable.

Antithesis by LooneyPeach

T | 27k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase

Camp swap, Romance, Angst

Antithesis (n): a person or thing that is the direct opposite of someone or something else. Or, Annabeth meets Percy Jackson and they're 100% opposite. [Roman!Percy AR]

Vas Bellicosum by CombatTombat

M | 70k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano

Roman!Percy, Percy semi-raised by Lupa, AU

War is coming to New Rome. When a Son of Neptune, Percy Jackson, arrives at the camp, no one knows what to expect, least of all Jason Grace, his newly found cousin. Determined to survive the coming bloodshed, the legion adapts to this new and dangerous duo. With a dark future on the horizon, only the Fates know what is coming. Part 1 of Imperator

would it really kill you (if we kissed) by greenconverses

E | 81k | Ongoing as of 21/8/23

Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Past Annabeth Chase/Luke Castellan

Dark!Percy, Canon-Typical Violence, Gratuitous Smut

It wasn't like Annabeth hadn't been warned about him. In New Rome, there was just one unofficial rule to surviving and thriving for demigods and mortals alike. Avoid the son of Neptune. At all costs.

Hell Incarnate by BookDragonsUnite

E | 94k+ | Ongoing as of 26/11/22

Percy Jackson/Jason Grace, Annabeth Chase/Piper McLean, Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano/Leo Valdez

Dark Percy Jackson, Lupa Raised Percy for Seven Years, Fluff

What if the roles were reversed? What if Jason was Greek instead of Roman? And Percy? What would have happened if he was Roman and fought on Mount Tamalpais during the Titan War? "There's a reason Perseus means Destroyer, Annabeth. In every war, driven by some instinct, the Big Three have each had one of their children participate. But there was one war, the Peloponnesian War, where Zeus and Hades had no children. So, it fell on the only living son of Poseidon to lead. "There is a reason that three children of the trio were supposed to shoulder the burden of leadership together. It balances the scales; plays off the strengths of each. During the war, only Poseidon had given into his instinct and sired a son. The imbalance of power, the weight of that responsibility, forced him to become something else. Lysander, the son of Poseidon, expunged his mortal qualities in order to win the war and nearly became a god without the consent of the Olympians. "The Greeks had Jason, Thalia, and Nico. We Romans had only Percy."

Filii Deorum by CombatTombat

M | 145k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Jason Grace/Piper McLean, Hazel Levesque/Frank Zhang

Roman Percy Jackson, Preyna, Everyone is badass

Camp Jupiter is in chaos. Jason Grace, Son of Jupiter, former Centurion of the Fifth Cohort, and Praetor, is missing, kidnapped out of his own home. Searching harder than anyone else is his cousin, Percy Jackson, Son of Neptune. But with war approaching, it soon becomes clear that Jason was taken for reasons that not even Percy can understand, and he has to choose between finding his cousin and saving his home. Part 2 of Imperator.

[trulybetty]

Sunday | Week In Review VI

A bit of a slow week this week - nothing much really happened. Got some writing done, announced some things I'm working on and worked on my TBR list. Odd week as my notifications just disappeared and felt a little disconnected. Things seem to be back on track *fingers crossed* - so lets get on with this weeks review...

Truly Betty Updates This Week…

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Fics I Enjoyed This Week…

How Good It Is (Benny Miller) by @wildemaven Fully on the Benny train, this scratched the itch this week with this delightfully wonderful piece of fluff with a delightful touch of spice and I can't wait to get more insights to this couple's relationship.

A Safe Haven Drabble (Joel Miller) by @darkroastjoel You don’t have to have read the series to appreciate the angst in this small little drabble that packs a punch. Explores Joel’s feelings on the impending arrival of Tommy’s child with the grief of missing Sarah and it manages to do it all in less than 600 words beautifully. 

Your Hand In Mine (Joel Miller) by @thelightsandtheroses This is a great opening to a new series and it's such a great opening premise that will have you wanting to find out what happens next and in eager anticipation of what is to come next.

Open Mic Night (Marcus Pike) by @secretelephanttattoo No denying it anymore, I’m ankle-deep in this Pike Puddle and this is an excellent example of what keeps me content with damp *ahem* feet… Are you one of those who forgot it's canon that Marcus was a part of a band? This one-shot is here to remind you with a bang!

Clouds (Joel Miller) by @softlyspector This is incredibly soft with a few hard edges - allusions to events from TLOU2, but no spoilers and no golfing. Highly recommend a read of this.

Little Monsters (Dieter Bravo) by @chronically-ghosted Dad Dieter was not the trope I thought I needed, but here we are and I can’t get enough. This is all what I picture Dieter as a father being like. This is equal parts fluff with equal parts spice which makes for a delightful read! 

For the Night (Agent Ortega) by @ladamedusoif I think the pilot hit the web for all of a couple of hours before we were blessed with this delight. As far as I am concerned this is what the pilot should have been, it’s deliciously raunchy and I may have read it several times. 

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 5 (Triple Frontier Boys) by @rhoorl I don’t know if I still have words for my thots feelings on this update to this series. So please accept this gif and go get caught up, and if you've not read it? What are you waiting for?

Spinning in the Rain (Frankie Morales) by @frenchiereading This is like the best kind of fluff, it's atmospheric, it's indulgent, it's sweet and it's Frankie - what more can you ask for? Oh, and it's based off a song that I already adored and this makes for one to go back to for re-read.

All I Need (Frankie Morales) by @frenchiereading Mel has such a way with these perfect snippets of fluff and romance that make your heart swell and this is another example of this. I can't do it justice, you just need to read it to experience it!

Exposed (Ezra) by @maggiemayhemnj This was a delightful debut and a great read that flowed just as well as Ezra's poetic prose, which Maggie manages to capture perfectly. If you are a fan of Prospect and Ezra, you will not be disappointed!

Personal Day (Marcus Pike) by @sin-djarin If I'm staying in the puddle, I'm going to make sure it's in good company with fanfics like this one! If Marcus Pike is going to ask me to come back to bed for five more minutes, who am I to deny the man?

Shared Breaths | Chapter 9 (Frankie Morales) by @frenchiereading It's a triple header here for @frenchiereading! The slow burn of the first eight chapters pays off with a bang here and, it does not disappoint! If you're late to the game like I am on this excellent story, I very much recommend jumping in because it does not disappoint!

Posts I Enjoyed This Week…

The thots were truly alive and well on this Narcos gifset. I don't think the image of this post is burned into the back of my eyelids. Also, might have prompted some non-Narcos writing somewhere in the WIP pile...

Thoughts on the contents of the Delta Landscaping Yelp page? We got you here!

@goodwithcheese's book recommendations! I'm off this week and hoping to get some reading done between parental activities.

Things I’ve Enjoyed This Week…

I got four episodes deep on Wrestlers, a Netflix original docu-series on OVW, a Wrestling farm out of Florida that was once where the WWE sent its superstars to cut their teeth before making their debut. I once upon a time was a big WWE fan, so this has been an interesting watch. I'd recommend it too even if you're not a wrestling fan as there are some interesting stories from both those who run it and those who live it.

This Week��s Song…

On a N'Sync kick this week with the rumours that they're going to be reuniting for more than just the Trolls 3 soundtrack/movie. I will be feral if the rumour of a reunion tour materializes!

Happy Sunday all! Here's to a great week ahead!

B 💕 x

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

Teen and Up Rated Fics Masterlist (19)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 /

Created: March 14th, 2024

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Disconnected-HGfanonezillion (ao3) Summary: After a violent flashback, Katniss demands Peeta healing both of them with paint. Dizzy-Angylinni (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Peeta find the alcohol they've consumed allow them to explore their feelings. Don't you mean goodbye?-Angylinni (ao3) Summary: Katniss was reaped but Peeta was not and he comes to say goodbye. Do Not Go Gentle-Dracoisalooker76 (ao3) Summary: "We call it the arena. It's where you go to die." A modern day allegory of Katniss and Peeta's love story in the series. Drunken Truth-HGfanonezillion (ao3) Summary: Katniss gets a little tipsy at her sister's wedding and embarrasses herself. Everlark Tales and Other Stories-Alliswell (ao3) Summary: Collection of Drabbles/One Shots, from Tumblr Prompts in no particular order. Some are AUs, others are canon compliant and some others are in between. Fate Takes a Break-Ally147 (ao3) Summary: This date isn’t quite as blind as Katniss was expecting. F CATS 9-Buttercupbadass (ao3) Summary: Freedom Cats are the Capitol's latest espionage tools. Cat muttations trained to spy on rebel groups. FCAT 9 is sent to 12 on a mission. He is the height of technology. The perfect tool, loyal to the Capitol. But what happens when a kind hearted little girl and the cold reality of life in 12 change his mind. Figure Drawing-HGfanonezillion (ao3) Summary: Peeta starts a life drawing class. Little does he know that he's already hand an encounter with the model. First kiss-Angylinni (ao3) Summary: She’d thought about it, of course. She couldn’t help but think about it. In fact, she thought about it so much that sometimes she wondered if it was normal to think about it that much.

[plethomacademia]

Edit: this is now in chapter five of my slow burn

Original post: Well here's a ridiculously horny thing I just wrote for my fic. It's of course for the chapter that is after the one I am supposed to be writing and is part of a series of drabbles but I want to share it now because I think it stands on its own.

Synopsis: The Dark Urge wants to try out Enver's gauntlet. Enver discovers a new kink. 644 words. Rest of the story is my pinned post!

Triggers: blood, light choking, people who just need to fucking kiss already.

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“Can I ask you something?”

Gortash looked up from the map of the city he had just been drawing on. He and the Bloody Hand of Bhaal were in the middle of discussing a proposal he had just received from another weapons trader. She, obviously, was not paying attention. “Maeve, when have you ever not just asked me whatever is on your mind?”

She ignored the barb. “Your gauntlet. How does it work?”

He looked down at the golden gauntlets. He had just come from another meeting and was in his full regalia. This pair was new, better fitting his station as a lord than his old black set had. He had shucked off his coat when they had started working and he did suppose this was a novel view for her, his arms covered in gold up to the elbow. “Well, it’s jointed to mimic the human anatomy. Quite intricate and honestly, it was hard to get the design right. You latch it higher up the elbow, like so.” He showed her how it disconnected near his right elbow using his two clawless fingers on his left.

She watched, her head tilted. He had seen that look so many times as she dissected something with her mind. “Do you think I could try it?”

Anyone else he would deny, but he did love seeing her curiosity piqued by something. He finished undoing the latches, then took it off and held it out to her. “By all means. It will be too large but you can get an idea of the mechanics.”

She took the gauntlet from his hands gently. After she struggled with the moving pieces of metal, he helped slide it onto her arm. He was right, the latches were far too wide to stay up on their own, but she was able to keep it secure enough to flex her fingers. She spread them wide, then tightened them into a fist.

Enver swallowed. Well this wasn’t how he had expected the day to go.

Maeve tested the sharp claws against the inside of her other forearm, pushing them in enough to dent the skin.

“Careful!” he said right when she looked up, her eyes wide.

“Oh Enver, this is positively wicked.” She held it up in front of her face, spreading the hand and looking at it as if her fingers were covered it jewels. “Would it work to…” She trailed off, cocking her head at it as if figuring something out.

“Would what —“ he began to say, but he stopped as she closed her eyes, putting her golden hand to her throat. He watched as she settled her fingers around her own larynx, first gently feeling out how to place her thumb and fingers. Then she began to press. The sharp tips of the gauntlet first pressed in her skin, then a couple fingers just pierced through, letting a bit of blood well up under the curves of metal.

“Maeve,” he said in a warning tone.

Her eyes flew open. They were wide and feral, her smile broad and sharp. She dropped her hand and he couldn’t help but look at the red crescents framing her throat, the little bits of blood beginning to drip.

“I see why you wear those, that has to be terribly fun. Just ripping out a person’s throat.” She laid her arm on the table, undoing the latched and sliding her hand free.

Enver cleared his throat. “Yes. Well. Sadly for you,” he said as he picked up the gauntlet, “it’s much more of a Banite custom than one of Bhaal.” After he had secured the gauntlet to his arm once more, he reached in his pocket for a handkerchief and offered it to her

She dabbed her wounds, then looked back at the maps. “Yes, it’s too bad. Now, what was it you were saying?”

[ayonixanimations]

Genshin Impact 6reeze x Sense8

So.... I never want to write and I've had this cool idea in my head for awhile. 👉👈 Sense8 but 6reeze? That's about it LOL. Kazuha and Heizou live near the same area. Venti and Xiao were friends from college, who may not live near each other anymore but they still talk occasionally. Scara/Wanderer is off by himself, probably some badass job. Aether is a travel blog enthusiast who has quite the following (including the other members of 6reeze). The first ones to connect are Kazuha and Aether, who think they're in the same physical space because they're both enjoying the sights of where they are. They talk for a bit about travelling, bonding a bit, and they don't even suspect anything until one of them mentions going to do some regional thing that the other is like "huh never heard of it" before the other is like "how have you never heard of it, everyone who comes here knows about it" and as they turn they disconnect, feeling confused as shit as to what just happened. What a trope lmfao, I love. Naturally the last to connect are Venti and Xiao because mmm classic trope of friends having the same secret and keeping it from each other/being unaware the other has the same secret. It's not like they're close friends, you probably wouldn't tell someone you occasionally talk to that you met and befriended like 4 years ago that you're seeing shit in your head. They're definitely shocked and there's some realisation of the things they vaguely shared with each other before both of them have experienced, like fucking- idk Scara fighting someone and them witnessing it and they subtly brought it up vaguely to discuss without going "there's a dude in my head". I wish I had the willpower to write bro. At the very least I could make a drabble series about each interaction and realisation of what was going on. Oh shit my brain just gave me an idea of the first time Kazuha realised they can affect each other, he stops Scara from beating the shit out of someone. (I think I'm imagining Scara as some kind of fucking government agent or spy or ops where it's acceptable to beat the shit out of people- illegally-) Same with Scara not even meaning to defend one of the Sensates (because he's a dickhead, god I love him), but just refusing to watch someone not fight back (probably Aether and NOT Kazuha) or thinking the aggressor deserves to get the shit beaten out of them, so he fights for them. Anyway. Yeah. Neat idea. idk if it's been done yet, all I found was a soulmate au with the sensate connection for Chilumi.

[penvisions]

dev's march recap

i know this is a few days early but i'm about to be absent all weekend getting some essays done for school and trying to get ahead on my readings. it's been a weird month, not gonna lie. was really into getting a new series started and ending another but i lost focus and interest in the one winding down. which i hate, because i love my frankie fic but just feel so disconnected from it. anons and hurtful messages have messed with my vibes lately. it's been affecting my time here and i haven't been engaging much beyond likes. hoping april is much kinder ♡

i hope everyone finds the perfect fic for their reading pleasure and the days have been good to y'all! ♡

new chapters:

return the favor chapter 22

the melting point chapter 17

of beskar and kyber chapter 16 || chapter 17 || chapter 18

by the grit of sandpaper chapter 1 || chapter 2 || chapter 3

garnish better together drabble

new fic ideas:

gone to the dogs - boston qz! joel miller x f! reader

milestones:

hit a follower milestone, 1500, baby! ♡

doing well in my class so far!

word count: 62.1k (holy cow!!)

got my cowboy dean winchester tattoo finished up!

announced and started my new series by the grit of sandpaper

reading by dev:

voicemails by @undercoverpena

hanging on the telephone by @macfrog

do me yourself by @undercoverpena

a baker's dozen - ezra by @avastrasposts

[fracktastic]

Got tagged by @divinemissem13 and @kate04us - the assignment was to post the first lines of my most recent 10 fics on AO3 and look for trends. I'm excluding a couple of "anthology" collections of disconnected microfics/drabbles for the sake of simplicity.

Against the Ropes (BSG; Roslin/Zarek, Roslin/Adama, E) Right. Left. Right. Left. Tyrol’s wild haymakers came in like a metronome and Bill seemed powerless to stop him. The blows drove him back, up against the ropes until he fell. Laura’s gut clenched as she watched it. What the frak had he been thinking? She’d enjoyed fights plenty as a girl, but she’d never cared for anyone in the ring.

Bridges (Running) (BSG; Roslin/Adama, G) Down the hill. Across the bridge. Up the riverwalk. Skirt the edge of the government district, then left at the Atheneum. Five kilometers and change, three times a week; thirty five minutes and change if she pushes herself, fourty five if she doesn't. Just like the doctor ordered - if she bothered to see one. Enough to make the Caprican College of Cardiology happy, anyhow. She could just about make the run with her eyes closed if it weren’t for the traffic and Caprica City’s legendarily incautious drivers. Sure, Laura wears the stupid frakking reflective armbands when she makes the run at night, but what’s the point? It isn’t as if the cars actually yield around here. 

Attachment (BSG; Roslin/Adama, G) He means to visit her every time he makes it to the surface - he really does - but somehow, something comes up. He gets pulled away or tied up in some catastrophe and the trip is cancelled at the last minute. So, Bill is proud of himself when he finds himself outside the school tent late one afternoon, after he’s sure the children will have left. He peers inside the flap, preparing to make his presence known when he spots her in a far corner, sitting near the potbelly stove that fills the tent with a smoky smell casts long, flickering shadows; there's a child perched in her lap, curly-haired and far too young to be a student in the school.

Sides of a Coin (BSG; Roslin/Adar, Roslin/Adama, E) Laura leans over the mirror, mouth agape, eyelash curler poised millimeters from her cornea when the doorbell rings. She sighs and sets it down; it clatters against the tile countertop, then Laura tightens her robe. If she didn’t know who it was, she’d be mortified to be seen like this, half made-up and in a worn old robe, but it’s Marcie. 

you who are weary (BSG; Roslin/Adama, E) That suit jacket on, hanging open, pushed back past your hips and your arms akimbo, adds mass. I see why you wear it like that, why you stand in that pose. I realize that only now, having seen you without the affectation. You’re skilled in the art of making yourself larger - seeming to take up more space. You are an illusionist, more than you let on. I’m sure you’d say it’s just politics, but as I’ve gotten to know you, I’ve come to realize it extends beyond just that.

To Search for Nothing (BSG; Roslin/Adama, ensemble, T) Saul has been down this hall a few times before, but never before as the one with the gun. 

Sublimation (Forethought of Grief) (BSG; Roslin/Adama, lots of Billy, T) “I hope you find some time to spend with your Petty Officer while we’re there,” she offers as they board the shuttle for Galactica.

There's Only Us (BSG; Roslin/Adama, E) “I’ll be with the president,” he tells Saul and walks deliberately toward her quarters. In his mind, he’s rehashing their last conversation - weighing the merits of her argument against the needs of the fleet. At some point, he realizes the comparison is irrelevant. If this is the road she’s determined to walk, then no amount of deprivation will change it. Perhaps, in surrender, there is something to be gained - she might find something to live for again. It’s not that he’s doing it to get her on doloxin again, but if that’s a fringe benefit, he won’t refuse it.

Something like a Wreath (BSG; set waaaay pre-series with vague allusions to Roslin/Adama, T) "I don't know," Judith says hesitantly into the receiver as she runs a hand over the hard protuberance of her stomach. "With all the travel disruptions, dad… You know they shut down the interstellar lines every time there’s a skirmish. I don't know if I can make it out this year. And the baby… she won’t be a month old. That's so young to be going off world..."

Home of the Gods (BSG; Roslin/Adama, G) Laura  lowers herself onto a crate and leans her head back against the frigid, unyielding bulkhead of the cold storage compartment. She closes her eyes and tries to recalibrate.

As far as themes or patterns... Lots of fragments, lots of present tense, lots of launching straight into the action, and lots of Laura? No idea who else has been tagged. @thevulcanbobdylan @virtualtaleinternet @stillokaynextcrisis @splodge04 @allatariel @mimine666 ? No pressure, all love <3

[loveshotzz]

I feel like we don’t need a winter installment? We already have a whole series for them and you don’t wanna ruin what you already have 🤷🏿‍♀️ The last two drabbles for them felt disconnected from the series tbh and I think that’ll happen even more with a winter thing.

The post was only half way serious, but tell me how you really feel!

[xx-vergil-xx]

tell me about holy teeth dog god please :)

thank you for this opening my friend <3 rant: unlocked

a fic that has developed from a discord drabble I wrote a bit ago, fueled by my current progress through nightmare country, festering unabashedly in my mind, notes app, and one train wreck of a google doc.  originally it was titled communion, but I recently swapped to sanctus dentes/canem dei (shitty vernacular latin for holy teeth/dog of god) because it’s expanding in premise a bit

effectively, it’s about the corinthian post-rebuild, post-kindly ones –– he didn’t know morpheus long enough to love or hate him, but daniel –– ethereal, gentle, distant daniel –– is a perfect font of potential approval for a newly-resurrected nightmare to fixate on.  I am so curious about him, carrying disjointed sense-memories of his first self, being told from the moment of his creation that he was not to make the same mistakes (one of his first spoken lines is “I won’t disappoint you” which.  well now that’s loaded isn’t it.) and yet being granted the same nature as his first self.  being told he was wrong, he was wrong in construction and design, and still feeling the same violent hungers.  it’s also heavily inspired by jean-luc nancy’s long essay corpus, which I'm reading slowly right now, which is all about bodies, the way that we do and do not occupy them, the way that the body is at once the truest extension of ourselves and some strange alien thing, exaltation of the flesh, etc etc  

what it really is, right now, is a series of disconnected bits (the body horror bit I wrote first, a segment of him recalling his recreation and a broken memory of the cereal convention where he remembers only the feeling of having disciples, a little moment between he and daniel that is.  odd.) and I think it’ll probably shape up as vignettes of the new corinthian convincing himself he is a saint of the dreaming (like gault wishing to be a dream, only the corinthian is angling more for exaltation –– maybe he doesn't realize these are the same urges his first self had, or he convinces himself these ones are righteous and true –– who’s to say!).  I wanna crack open his suave southern boy persona and poke at all the bits of unending starvation and self-denial mixed with an indulgent nature, the strange relation he must have to a creator that died and was reborn, as he died and was reborn (I well and truly believe the corinthian sees himself, deep down, as being built in dream’s image, but that’s another rant).  

so anyway what if the corinthian’s relation to dream-daniel was a violent saint desperate to be exalted? directed to a crusade?  what if he thinks his brutality is love?  I just love the corinthian’s opportunity to examine humanity through the lens of the body and its destruction and I also think its incredibly fucked up to be told that you have been made with a certain nature that you must resist always in order to be saved (yeah okay this is definitely chock full of religious parallels but so bet it)

thanks for indulging me, no clue when it’ll be done enough to post anywhere, but it’s a steady work in progress <3