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stvrmhondss · 6 months ago

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👉👈 lerquez tonite? lerquez tonite queen? (or next week, or the week after, anytime, please—)

takes a long drag from my cigarette i fear i’m in a bit of a writing slump but my thoughts are ever racing around my brain like hamsters in wheels so let me try if i can at least throw some to paper

so you know how marc is like the most feral little goblin? an incorrigible little slut? born to whore? making eyes at men twice his height, fiddling with his clothes, biting and licking his lips while someone is trying to TALK to him…. always ready to take of his shirt, pull down his pants on a stage in front of a crowd, zero shame in his body. like he Knows he’s a hot little thing… he KNOWS,,,

and then you have charles who is like the biggest FREAK when it comes to how he is perceived, his perfect pr face, so so Aware of appearances at all times and working to appear befitting his company like, wanting to Look Distinguished and Poised around his fancy monte carlo entourage and his investor meetings and what not but then being a little goofy around his friends but still being soooo aware that there’s a camera on him… like we joke we jest but he Does always spot the damn camera

and now imagine those two meeting… unstoppable force immovable object etc etc like i imagine charles is invited to one of those fancy lil gala dinners one of his clubs in monaco throws and maybe he’s even the guest of honour after his monaco win and he makes the mistake of taking marc as his +1. and BOY it’s a mistake, because marc takes one look at charles in his custom, tailored suit and decides to be the most awful brat in existence… i’m talking charles crosses himself three times when they make it out of the door of his apartment because DAMN that man is needy

like marc just does nooooot keep his hands to himself in the car, charles is SWEATING, has a death grip on both of marc’s hands just like,,, please,,, i’m begging you behave tonight this is IMPORTANT but marc just looks at him with his big baby cow eyes all 🥺 but what am i doing? 🥺 i just think you look so nice and charles is d o o m e d because his insistence on denying marc what he wants (aka getting freaked six ways to sundays) just makes marc bratty as FUCK. just oh? so you won’t let me have what i want because there’s important people there? i see. and he makes it a game, sneaks his hands all over charles just out of sight of the Important People charles wants to keep up appearances in front of, makes charles twitchy and nervous and horny as helllll while he just has a giggle

at some point charles thinks he’s clever and stands out of reach, opposite marc in a small circle of people and he thinks he finally gets to take a fucking breath because marc’s devious hands can’t reach him but ha! he has forgotten that marc is a demon and is determined to win this game he’s started by himself! so when charles makes the mistake of looking at marc for a moment while giving one of his usual charming answers and marc is just,,, looking at him with his most severe fuck me eyes i’m talking glancing up at charles from under his baby camel lashes, that little smile, nodding along to what charles is saying (his ass is NOT listening), biting and licking his lips like it is BAD for charles and he just completely loses track of what he’s saying and it is sooo obvious that he’s actually being asked if he’s okay??? like you good man?? and charles is sooo embarrassed because this isn’t very cool calm collected girlboss of him but marc just dials up the brattiness to fucking astronomical by going 🥺 it’s hot in here, no? 🥺 let’s get you something to drink 🥺 as if he isn’t directly responsible for charles losing his shit in front of an audience and that just makes charles fully lose his mind because. bastard. as if HEEEE isn’t the reason…

so when they reach the drinks table charles fucking REELS him in real close and just goes you little shit… you absolute menace do you really need me to fuck you so bad that you can’t let me breathe for a second here?? and marc keeps up his bambi eyes all oh woe is me you’re just soooo handsome 🥺 soooo hot 🥺 i just can’t help myself 🥺 and something fries behind charles’ eyes and marc sees it happen, shiver running down his spine because oh. yeah he’s just crossed the line that makes charles turn into a FREAK.

they fuck so nasty when they get back home,,, like marc bent over the armrest of the sofa because charles has NO patience left, stripped bare but charles still in his impeccable suit, only his dick out and marc is not allowed to touch himself or charles and he has absolutely no leverage like this to even just buck against charles, all teary eyed and whining and yeah… freaks (affectionate).

like damn look at this needy shawty like i’d lose my mind too if i were charles

#answered #anonymous #lerquez #hope this word vomit was to your liking #dragging myself back into my cave

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random-conspiracy · 6 months ago

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Oh my god, oh my fucking god, GUYS, IT'S HERE, SOMEONE TRANSLATED IT!!! This is peak spanish copypasta shitpost AND IT'S HERE in english!!! READ IT. The rat with thinner

Some time ago, I was renting a flat with one of my cousins, but the bloke was a sexually deranged man. He often came back home with car-washers, natives, orphans, beggars, and even Mexicans directly from the railroads.

My cousin, out of goodwill, fed them, let them shower, and even sometimes gave them clothes and shoes; but with the condition of having sex or at least receiving oral sex. I admit that at first, I disliked the idea and preferred to lock myself in my room, listening to music, hitting my joint—anything but smelling the tramps. But my cousin was bringing more and more fucked-up junkies, spoiled and crazy fuckers, and he asked me to take care of him if they became aggressive, besides he gets too dunked when on poppers.

I accepted reluctantly, but I have to admit I got used to watching my cousin being drilled by bums without rubber lmao. Once I was in the kitchen when my cousin arrived, and I got a really fucked-up stink. I initially thought he had brought home a corpse or something, but when I looked up, I saw he had the most fucked-up drug fiend deadbeat. Filthy, lousy, with his hair made into dreadlocks of blood and shit, shaky, and with a lost look, dressed in a mud-hardened jacket.

We gave him instant ramen, and meanwhile, he was eating, I told my cousin, "Shiiit, you went too far," and he just said, "Haha, I know." Then, the shithead puts a hand in his jacket, and I almost took out my twenty-two. But no, he only brought out a fucking giant dead rat, soaked it in paint thinner, and snorted it like a puff.

I said, "Holy shit, what the heck?" but somehow my cousin got fucking horny and he started to blow him without bathing him. The hobo was there, legs open, “mousing him up,” and my cousin was already taking off his pants and plucking him out. He was so big, maybe even his scepter would be rich without the coats of smegma and crabs that adorned his pubic hair. My cousin gulped him entirely and I didn’t know whether to turn on or puke, so I opted for smoking some weed.

My cousin, concupiscent, took all of his clothes off and offered his ass to the vagrant, and he, without thinking twice, started to lick it. My bottom cousin was in pure ecstasy, in a state of trance at feeling his ass pampered by the mouth of the drifter. Eventually, he shoved his big ass shaft, diamond hard without protection, making my cousin moan and scream like a dying cow, all of it while on poppers.

They were “tunneling the cave,” when the dude brought out his rat again, hit it profusely and—wham!—shoved it in the butt of my cousin.

Sheesh.

He kept pumping it harder, pushing the rat more and more deeply inside my cousin. It was an intercourse getting feral increasingly. After a while, with my cousin dripping in cum, the bum pulled out his flaccid weenie, ate all the ramen, and started yelling at me. I didn’t know what he was gibbering, and I was high AF, so I just pointed my gun at him and sent him off. The dude whited out so quickly that he forgot his pants on the floor, and I just stayed there napping.

An hour later, I was woken up by the shrieks of my cousin. He was sobbing that his ass and guts were hurting, he didn’t even remember what he did with his lover hehe. I helped him get to the toilet to shit the cramped cum and—HOLY SHIT—he farted out the whole rat, but butchered and dripping in maggots. He almost passed out and asked me to take him to the hospital to have his guts washed.

But he was feeling so brave in his horniness, hehe I swear it’s true.

-Traslated by Umeboshi

#fave #the rat with thinner #la rata con thinner #shitpost #spanish #español #español posting #copypasta #mexico

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housesunstone · 6 months ago

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here to enable your smutty porter headcanons, please and thank you

<3 your local aroace who is also horny on main

Please enable me!!!!

Honestly the best smutty headcanons come from aro and ace peeps

If you are under 18 please do not interact

- as mentioned in a previous post Porter is not the jealous type. He will go to a bar with his partner watch them dance with whoever they want, watch people flirt shamelessly with them knowing very well he’s the one taking them home

- in the same vein Porter will get handsy at the worst times, it doesn’t matter if he is out, shopping, movies, even just on a walk. It always starts the same him coming behind his partner, arms around their waist his fingers hooking into the loops of their jeans, his face into their neck peppering kisses up and down the curve of their neck, mumbling about how much he loves them, and how attractive they are, the kisses turn into bites, and his hands will roam both under and over the clothes

- Porter loves to worship his partner in bed. He will take the time love every inch of them. First kisses hand holding, playing with their hair, then slowly he will undress them, kissing, licking, and biting every inch of them. He is one to pay attention to spots on their body that get the most reaction to his antics and will always little ghost over them, small touches, barely brushing his lips there until they can’t take it any more and there are hickies and bites left in their wake

- he loves going down on his partners and eating them out, the way their thighs tighten around his head just gets him even more aroused. When their hands tangle and pull his hair it just encourages him even more. He is also not ashamed to admit he could get off by just eating his partner out and their moans and enjoyment of him doing it

- Porter gets pegged (enough said)

- Porter gets more pleasure from his partners enjoyment than his own. If his partner wants rough and dirty sex Porter will happily be as rough and dirty as they want. He is no stranger to adding toys, pet names, role play, into the bed room

- As he is the one who loves to worship his partner when his partner takes control Porter needs to be pinned down, sit on his lap, his hands tied unable to touch at his partners mercy

- Porter loves being marked up by his partner. Bite marks, hickies, scratches. He wears them with pride. He also loves when they peak out of his v neck.

- Porter is also obsessed with having sex up against a mirror. Him being able to see his partners face and they also see how beautiful they look freshly fucked is enough to make him go feral

- Porter isn’t a horse guy by any means but he will never say no to someone saving a horse and riding a cow boy. Bonus points if the person riding him doesn’t allow him to touch them, just watch

#porter cliffbreaker #not safe for staff #under 18 don’t touch

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random-conspiracy · 3 months ago

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The rat with thinner

Some time ago, I was renting a flat with one of my cousins, but the bloke was a sexually deranged man. He often came back home with car-washers, natives, orphans, beggars, and even inmigrants directly from the railroads.

They were “tunneling the cave,” when the dude brought out his rat again, hit it profusely and—wham!—shoved it in the butt of my cousin.

Sheesh.

But he was feeling so brave in his horniness, hehe I swear it’s true.

-Uknown author, traslated by Umeboshi

Hey Episode WHAT THE FUCK

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mzmezzler · 3 years ago

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Alternative Title: SKZOO animals I'd pick, my magnum opus

Asks (mine) and tweets (not mine) I expanded on: [1] [2] [3] [4]

~ please note this is nsfw

Bang Chan - Wolf

Chris as a wolf is easily the most consistent association

He has been a wolf for years and his on and off stage makes this choice very consistent

In the sense of sfw, Chan would end up carrying himself like an overtly rowdy dog almost.

Like under-estimating his strength, claiming his favorite things, lots of sniffing and scenting, he loves holding you.

A total service top

He is often frustrated with rules since his instincts tell him to just take and dominate, but he just wants to be a good boy

Likes to be put in his place and humiliated till he's whimpering and whining with his tail in between his legs like a puppy

Would hate to admit but punishments where he's in a muzzle and having his dick slapping are his favorite

Minho - Cat

I don't care if he has bunny teeth, everything else about that man is a cat.

Literally everything lines up, go fight your mom about it

Anywho, sense he has a whole tsundere vibe going on, Minho would act as if he doesn't like your advances and coddling just to be betrayed by his own senses

Ranging from nuzzling and purring into your touch, ears darting in your direction when he wants to seem like he's ignoring you, or his tail moving on it's own...he would have a love hate relationship with these instances

Mainly because he doesn't really have to voice what he's feeling sometimes but he dislikes it for that exact reason

But on the other hand, he also loves it cause he can use these heightened sense to make sensory play literally intoxicating

Gags, nose hooks, blindfolds, etc

Anything to make his senses go the full mile as you over stim and force multiple orgasms out of him would be great

Changbin - Wild Boar

Now I don't care what y'all wanna say, the whole "muscle pig" or whatever concept should be expanded *refer to sources 3 and 4*

Unlike the simple pig, Boars are quite strong bodied, and have a coat of fur to maintain themselves in their environment.

It just fits cause: short, stupidly strong, very loyal and protective, etc. Plus when he has that scruffy look to his hair it just reminded me of their thick and unruly coats.

With the tendency to wallow when not on the move; since Boars are active animals it would align with the amount Changbin exercises, but in that vain Boars need to lounge and rest quite often

All of this could move into a strength kink or even being humiliated for wanting to be so emasculated because he is such a big and strong man

Is it bad I want him to oink and be degraded by being called a little piggie....

ANYWAY NEXT

Hyunjin - Ferret

Ferrets are said to be very cuddly, playful, and mischievous animals....just like Hyunjin.

His stature and personality match the pick so well

I can see the trait of borrowing as a neat one to get into since with this idea in mind paired with how ferrets love to collect makes me think that Hyunjin would love going through your things and would genuinely like sifting through your laundry when he misses you, much to your horror when you find the boy in a pile of your dirty clothes

Or just the idea that since Ferrets like to lick to clean and catch their owners attention, Hyunjin wouldn't hold back licking or nipping you with a pout just to let you know he wants you or wants to cuddle

And because he'd have a penchant for being clingy, those licks and nips would often morph into something more

His wiggles and squirming when you get him off~

Would instantly take a nap right after

Jisung - Squirrel

Now do I hate him as a Quokka...no. It's very fitting and fits how expressive he is, but look me in the eye and fill out a smut headcanon for a Quokka hybrid-

So next best, aka the best option is Jisung as a Squirrel.

He already collects his food in his cheeks, is skittish, and is very animated as a person

But with hybrid qualities, this would translate into lots of staring first of all

Squirrels stare to see if they need to run from danger, but once they get to know you it's also to see if you'll feed them

As a Squirrel, Jisung would be energetic, like stupidly so, but he would often go all to where he suddenly crashes and needs a hard nap or to go into a deep sleep

In an nsfw sense, Jisung would be a bit insatiable but he wouldn't be able to take a lot. Squirrels are easily scared and overwhelmed but if Jisung is wanting to work with that he could have a big fearplay kink

Would like to nest with you in his state of subspace if he goes that deep during a scene

needs lots of aftercare

Felix - Chick

Another very flexible member, Felix would quite literally fit any small, cute farmland animal at this point.

He fits a cat, bunny, baby cow, duckling, etc.

But I'll give this to JYP for once cause he's an adorable chick

To be a baby chick, Felix is in a bit of a "stunted state" which just has to do with his mind space sometimes but really has to do with his hair and mannerisms

With his hair being that same distinct yellow with a little cluster of tail feathers and the tendency to chirp when he's excited or needy

His headspace may go in a mock little space/dreamer state since he is a baby chick that has grown past what may be normal for chicks

he can handle himself but there are times he'll revert and really need help whether he's in sub space, sick, or really sleepy

In nsfw situations he would prefer gentle play and sometimes is surprised by how sensitive his tail feathers may be

also needs lots of aftercare

Seungmin - Puppy

ah yes...seungmo puppy

I honestly think he would be more subdued than Wolf!Chris

Where he is an overgrow, feral puppy; Seungmin is like the mellow, super cuddly pup with a very excitable personality at times.

Seungmin wouldn't like to bark too much, but he does have a tendency to do the whole excited panting when he's too excited or just having a lot of fun and doesn't catch it

he wouldn't want to seem lie a dopy dog or anything, but he's just so cute when his head tilts to the side when he doesn't get something

During scenes, Seungmin would be very flexible with you, choosing his role depending on the day like a true vers

But whether you're fucking him on a plush dog bed while his floppy ears are splayed out by his head or doing the fucking and panting into his thrusts with drool dripping off of his tongue

this would be the one time he wouldn't mind his canine habits and give into his carnal desires

Jeongin - Fox

Jeongin as a fox, is so good. Like he's a good boy, but also not

He gets into mischief far too often, but he tries

Foxes are so loving and affectionate, very much unlike what Jeongin likes to give off, but when comfortable with you he will let that gloss over and let his cuddly side show through

He has whiskers...Innie deserves the whiskers

Back to his mischief, sense foxes are nocturnal or at least are awake from late nights to early mornings, Jeongin would get into the most while you sleep

*cite first link* speaking of you sleeping, Jeongin gets into the most trouble then since he has a tendency to try to sneak under your covers and wiggle his way between your legs to nuzzle against your groin and feel himself calm down between your thighs

But even as this could be a comfort for him, his mind and body often has his intentions going south with him moving forth to lick, nibble, and suck along your inner thighs and over your underwear until you wake up and check under the sheets to see a grinning fox ready to wish you a good morning

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nonobadcat · 4 years ago

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Yandere Mr. Compress X F! Reader

Rating: Explicit - for readers 18+ only 8 chapter story

Summary: Six months into your relationship with the "Incredible Mr. Compress", your future seems as bright as the stage lights under which he makes his name. However, your best friend, Harada Yumiko, has her doubts about this "perfect" stranger who seems to have magically appeared in your life. While he continues to shower you with increasingly serious affections, Yumiko's words make you start to ponder one thing: How much do you really know about Sako Atsuhiro?

TW: Rape, breeding/pregnancy kink, condom failure, unwanted pregnancy, discussions of abortion, stalking. A consensual relationship that devolves into non-con.

Dedicated to Miss_Mystery3

Chapter 1 Excerpt:

"So then tell me, my friend..." Her eyes flashed. "When were you going to tell me about this new man in your life?"

You gulped and sunk back into your seat. Your eyes rolled to the floor. "Ummmm…. Eventually?"

She tapped the table hard enough to make her manicure click. "I had to find out from my driver that my best friend was dating some sort of actor." She laid her head upon her forehead and swooned like a grandmother confronted with a store-bought version of her best dish. "Do you know how that made me feel?"

You twirled your thumbs around each other. "Sorry… you've been so busy lately..."

She smacked the wooden veneer and sneered at you. “I demand details!” She pointed a finger at your nose and narrowed her eyes. “Where did you meet him?"

You cast a thumb over your shoulder. "At a little bar down the street."

She frowned. "A bar? Didn't anyone ever tell you that you'll never meet a good man at a bar."

You shrugged. "Well, he was performing and then he asked me out later." You scratched your cheek. "So it wasn't technically in the bar..."

She fanned herself. "I cannot believe I'm hearing this." She grasped you by the shoulders. "He sounds sketchy! Break up with him, now."

You laughed. “Yumi-chan, you don’t even know him!”

She crossed her arms and huffed. “Is he even cute?”

You licked your lips and a gooey smile appeared on your face. Your cheeks glowed with embarrassed heat. You reached into your pocket and pulled out your cell phone. The lock screen background was a picture of yourself and a handsome man. The two of you had sappy grins on your face. You were making two V-shaped hands just beside your jaw and pouting your lips. He flashed a single set of bunny ears behind your head. His cheek was leaned into your scalp and the other arm was wrapped around your shoulders. His face was a perfect heart with boyish piles of soft brown waves piled on his head. Chocolate brown eyes seemed nearly molten in the hazy light. Instead of looking at the camera, they were looking at you.

Yumiko looked utterly dumbfounded. She stared from you to the picture and back again. Then a sullen frown tugged the corners of her mouth down.

You giggled. “I know, right? He’s super hot.” You rocked from side to side, clasping your hands together. “I still don’t know what he sees in me but I feel stupid lucky to have him.”

She handed your phone back to you and rolled her eyes. “There’s a catch.” She waved her hand dismissively and gave you a wicked side-eye. “I mean, sure he’s hot and all but don’t the circumstances seem a little suspicious to you?”

You cocked your head. "What do you mean, Yumi-chan?"

“I mean you met this guy at a dive bar right?” she asked.

“It wasn’t a dive bar!” You turned your head and poked your index fingers into each other until they arched. Embarrassed eyes found their way to the floor as you shuffled your feet. Out of the corner of your mouth, you muttered: “It was an open mic night.”

“Oh gee, open mic night.” She rolled her eyes. “So much classier.”

You shrugged sheepishly. “Look, I know your ex-”

A dark cloud fell over her face. She gritted her teeth and growled. “Can you just not?”

You winced and waved your hands apologetically. “Sorry! Sorry!”

Your friend crossed her arms and stared down her nose at you. “...besides, we’re talking about your love life, not mine.”

Your lips fell into a frown and your eyes rolled to the side. It wasn’t like you really wanted to talk about it. She was the one that brought it up all of a sudden.

“How much do you know about him anyway?”

Your eyes sparkled. You began to tick off your fingers "Well… he's blood type B; he used to be part of a circus act with his grandfather." You grinned into the palm of your hand and practically squealed. "Oh my gosh! The third time we went on a date he pulled a bouquet of red tulips out of a hat! How romantic is that?!"

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I mean, how much do you really know about him? About his family? His friends?

You paused, mouth drawing tight. “...that’s…” You forced a grin to hide the queasy feeling flopping around in your stomach. “I mean…” You flipped your hand back and force as an uneasy laugher cracked from your throat like a bull frog’s croak. “Well… you know I wanted to take things kinda slow-”

“Are you having sex with him?”

Your fake smile froze on your face.

She groaned. “Oh, honey... If you’re doing the deed he isn’t taking it slow.” She narrowed her brows. “If the guy gets the milk without buying the cow-”

You gripped your upper arm and pursed your lips. “Yumiko,” you whined. “That’s super sexist!” You prodded your fingers. “Besides, the sex is fine with me. The part I wish he’d slow down is how serious he is about us.”

“What do you mean?”

You frowned and leveled her with a serious stare. “He told me he loved me after only three dates.”

Yumiko set her mimosa down and sat up straight. “That’s a bit fast.”

You nodded and ran your hand through your hair. “I told him it was too much-”

Yumiko cut you off. “And let me guess? He was all like…” She threw her voice into a fake deep murmur which made your IQ drop by several points. “...but baby because I love you I just wanna try anal once. Plleeeeeaassssseeeee.” Then she scoffed and took a large gulp of her drunk. With a dark glower, she snarled: “Men really are animals after all.”

Your eyes went wide and you waved your hands frantically. “Oh no! Nothing like that!” You folded your hands into your lap and squirmed in the chair. Your thumbs danced around each other like two cats in a fight. A warmth filled your cheeks as you bit your lip. “Actually, he was super understanding. He said it was in his nature to live fast but that he would absolutely respect my feelings on the matter.”

Yumiko’s jaw dropped. “You’re not serious?!” She slumped into her hand and groaned. “You actually believed him?! No guy is really that nice!”

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@rare-yanderes -though Idk if this is rare enough for you

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ainarosewood · 3 years ago

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Betrayal

FFXIVWrite2021 Day 5 Free Day

E’darin stood on the aft deck of the Briar staring up at the lurid red moon descending from the sky, a deep sense of foreboding filling him. He flattened his ears as once again he heard what he could swear was a quiet haunting song it’s words barely discernible. His head began to pound once more and he felt more than heard three words: Hear….Feel….Think.

He growled shaking his head trying to clear it of these phantom sounds as he heard a voice behind him, “Captain, the crew would like a word with ye,”

Whirling he came to face his first mate, the scrawny Midlander’s good eye filled with hatred and anger. Returning the look with a quizzical one he replied, “Well then have 'em gather then I’ll hear their words.”

Moments later his crew clambered onto the aft deck all of them wearing a similar expression to the First Mates. Trepidation filled the Seeker as his finely honed instincts told him there was danger in those eyes.

Still not one to back down from such he asked in a strident voice, “Alright lads, what words do ye have?”

His First Mate Tristian sneered, “Ye’ve gone soft on us Captain, we ain’t part o that stupid Accord, so why are we ignornin so many prizes just cause they fly Limsan Colors.”

“Simple lad,” he replied, “We ain't part o the Accord cause my da yer last Captain decided t’was best we wait n see how it pans out. N we leave the Limsan ships te themselves cause we respect the Code. Don't steal from yer own.”

“They ain’t our own ye bastard, they’re yella bellied cowards that decided to cow to te the bitch Admiral an her pack o do gooders. We’re pirates! We take what we want,” Tristian snarled, all around him the crew murmuring in angry agreement.

E’darin shook his head, “We do that an the Upright Thieves would be painting our deck with our blood afore we could wheeze sorry through our gapin throats.”

The Midlander snorted, “So ye believe them old tales? Them that’s supposed te keep us in check n make us pay fer breaking the Code. Their fairy tales captain ale sodden dreams o fools that think that such as ours can be controlled.”

The Miqo’te again shook his head at the young fool. The Thieves weren’t just tales they are folk that existed and punish those that do wrong by the code, “Ye got it wrong lad, they do exist and you’ll be finding one o their blades at yer throat in the darkmans ye keep thinking like that”

The Midlander just rolled his good eye before stating, “Yer also denying us a good steady bit o pay. I heard what that blue tattoo faced bastard said te ye last time we was in port. He and his would pay us good money if we snatched em small folk from the fishing villages.”

E’darin’s eyes narrowed; he recalled the bastard that Tristian was referring to; he also knew that the man was a Serpent Reaver and their offer was little more than a trap to dragoon his ship into their service.

“Ye wanna be a thrall te the fishbacks flunkies yer free te leave the ship, Hells Ill let ye even take an away boat fer it. Its a long row back te shore but ye could make it. I however want nothin te do with em or their schemes.” He responded dryly.

Some of the crew began to change their tune as they heard that. He figured few of them knew how to spot the Reavers. His father had been very keen on making sure his son knew well before he took command of the ship. They were not proper pirates they were just servants to the Sahagin.

Tristian, seeing he was losing the crew’s support, snarled, “Say whatcha will it’d be a sight better than the scraps we've managed these past moons. N what's the worry bout a few fishers ain't like any o them are blood o ours.”

Once again the crew began grumbling and shouting at him. It was clear they felt he was robbing them of what they believed was rightfully theirs. Standing to his full height he shouted over their babble, “So what's it te be then, a mutiny? Look above ye lads ye think folk are thinking o sailing with that bleeding thing bearing down on em!”

He raised his hand above him pointing at the crimson moon that dominated the night sky behind him. He then shifted reading himself for battle seeing that his words had no effect on the angry mob.

Tristian grinned in triumph, “Aye Captain this is a mutiny. The crew stands with me, we are pirates, we take what we want, and kill what we want. Ain’t nobody that can tell us otherwise not some phantom thieves, not some uptight shiites or a coward o a captain.”

E’darin drew his axe snarling, “Well then lad ye want it take it!”

Tristian simply drew his pistol and fired a single shot at the Miqo’te tearing into his left shoulder. The force of the shot knocked him into the rails, his axe falling to his feet. “Pitch him over the side lads. Let the sharks take him.”

Several of the crew rushed forward and lifted the wounded Seeker off his feet and tossed him into the sea below. On the ship he could hear Tristian cackling then stated, “Alright lads lets get us some folk and then some coin.”

Pain seared through E’darin’s body as he desperately tried to keep his head above the towering waves with one useless arm. Struggling he swam as best he could looking for anywhere to be but the open sea. It didn't take long for a few sharks to begin to circle drawn to his blood. After striking one or two in the snout they decided to find easier prey elsewhere leaving the floundering Miqo’te alone. Minutes felt like hours and he could feel the effects of the blood loss but the stubborn Seeker refused to give up.

Just when he thought he had enough, suddenly the lowering moon burst open in a bright explosion showering every ilm of the world with parts of itself or so it seemed. Then in the sky where the moon had been appeared a massive dragon. The thing had to be bigger than Limsa Lominsa for there was no other way this far away E’darin could see it. The beast let out a deafening roar even at this distance and then the sky lit with a shower of falling stars.

Several struck the sea and E’darin prayed that his luck didn't further sour and one land on him. He did get the satisfaction of seeing one strike the Briar amidships setting the ship ablaze. He gave a feral grin as he heard the traitors scream in agony as the flames licked them and watched in glee as they leapt into the sea in an attempt to put themselves out. In a matter of moments the burning ship sank beneath the restless waves of the Rhotano.

Which was a boon to him as the debris began to bob up and a stray spar was all but launched over to him by the churning waves. Grabbing hold of it with his good arm gave him a bit more buoyancy than he had before. Deciding to put as much distance as possible between him and the wreck he kicked with all his might feeling his strength beginning to flag from blood loss.

As he swam the sky lit with another light and a bright blue ball began to form around the massive dragon only to be shattered by the infernal beast. The dragon's mouth began to glow and it was clear that it was intent on destruction.

Well looks like this is the end E’darin thought barely able to cling to the spar due to how tired he was. He closed his eyes just waiting for the end when there was a brilliant white flash and he lost consciousness.

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The first thing E’darin became aware of was the searing pain of his shoulder and the fact that somehow he was still alive. He opened his mismatched eyes to be staring at the rough planks of some kind of ceiling.

“Good te see yer awake lad, thought Llymlaen was gonna call ye te the sea several times.” a voice said to his side

Carefully turning his head he saw the wizened face of an elderly Roegadyn smiling at him a bowl of water in her hands, bandages on her arms.

“Te be honest ma’am thought she was gonna to, How did I end up ‘ere last I recall was floatin midsea looking at some demon o a dragon intent on destroyin the world.” He rasped

The Roe simply nodded replying, “Ye washed up on the beach here gave most o the village a further fright. They thought ye was a spirit sent te attack by that same beast. Then when they realized ye were just a shipwrecked cat they dragged ye te me shack te be seen to. Now lets get them bandages changed.”

Carefully pushing himself up he looked dispassionately on as she undid the soiled bandages hissing in pain. As he saw the wound he realized it could have been worse and the Roe as if reading his thoughts stated, “Ye got lucky lad any further in n it woulda been yer heart.”

Nodded he asked, “Will it interfere with me using an axe?”

Studying him for a moment she replied, “So long as ye wait fer it te heal probably not, I got the ball outta there n there wasn't much damage te the bone seems the muscle took the brunt o it.”

Nodding in understanding he let her finish her ministrations then leaned back, “Guess I gotta impose upon yer hospitality fer a bit ma’am”

She gave him a gap toothed grin in response, “As if I’d ever complain bout a handsom cat in me home. Mind ye yer not me type I prefer em broader n more green but yer pretty face’ll do in a pinch te look at.”

He gave her a hearty laugh then settled down to sleep deciding it was best to allow himself to heal before determining his next course. As if it were trying to tell him it would be the one his head pounded once more and he heard the words again Hear….Feel….Think.

Just what am I supposed te be hearing, feeling n thinking bout? He mentally asked the strange unheard voice. Guess I’ll have te see what course allows me just that just so ye shut up.

With that he allowed sleep to take him the last thing he heard was the elderly Roe closing the door behind her shuffling footsteps.

#ffxivwrite2021 #E'darin Tia #Miqo'te #seeker of the sun #aether data center #midgardsormr #Pirate Cat #origin story

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hesesols · 4 years ago

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Dreamer’s Disease

Day 10 of Ichiruki month 2020

Summary: It takes her the fourth- or maybe the fifth sleepover to admit that she’s catching feelings from him- Ichigo Kurosaki, her sort-of friends with benefits from Physics.

And for the love of God and Chappy, it is not a revelation that she takes well to.

Rating: MA

FF/ao3

Newton's 3rd Law: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

The morning light is blinding.

Rukia wakes up to his mouth pressing incessantly against her skin, dropping fervent kisses and the occasional nip or two as she blinks blearily at her surroundings. Sometime during the night she shifted and they ended up in a mess of tangled limbs- hip pressed against hip, his hand woven into her hair, her legs wrapped around his waist. His unspoken invitation to fill an ache that is equal parts of a want and a need earns him a lazy moan- heavy with sleep but he takes it anyway.

It becomes reciprocal enough when she slants her mouth to his and digs her heels into his lower back.

Languid muscles stretch and she maps his body like a canvas, tracing the outline of every bump and scar that she could lay her hands on. Warm hands grip at her hips, spreading her thighs apart as he settles himself between them. Fingers leave their temporary perch at the back of her knee to coat themselves in her warmth, pumping, curling- leaving her with the need for more as he tests her slickness.

The euphoria that she feels flooding her veins is entirely visceral when he sinks into her.

She cries out- in pain, in pleasure. His teeth are sharper than expected, drawing blood when she yields and bares her neck to him. Tentative licks follow but he's too far gone to be entirely gentle with the gesture when his mouth envelops her tender tit and clamps down on her nipple.

She feels limbless and unbound, pliable in his hands as he takes her into his arms and throws her legs over his shoulders. He moans her name, drawing the syllables out, punctuating each one with a hard thrust of his hips.

She gasps.

The new angle hits her just right and the world is beautiful in the way light streams through barely open blinds- the way it gilds him, hits his jawline perfectly and leaves him bronze and golden and a hundred thousand adjectives she can't quite string together as her mind hazes.

The want in her unfurls- feral and a little unhinged in her desperation. She tugs at his hair, hears him hiss when her nails dig a little too harshly into his skin. He pays her back in kind with the near painful nip on her lower lip- a little of a punishment and a warning but Rukia is unrepentant.

Violet eyes burn into his as she gives him a challenging look by way of the defiant tilt of her chin, daring him to do his worst, welcomes it even.

"Brat," he growls, tightening his grip on her thighs and the curve of his lips is almost sadistic as he withdraws- slow and purposeful enough to make Rukia whimper in response only to slam back harder into her.

Her vision swims, body shuddering as he holds her in place, frantic thrusts pumping in and out of her slickness. The sounds their bodies make with each other, her quick, shaky breathless sighs in contrast to his grunts and curses- deep, groaning voice straining, steeped in his ache—

"Look at me."

His hand cups her jaw, husky voice harshly demanding her obedience and she struggles to keep up. Her eyelids flutter but it's too hard, she thinks. And entirely unfair that he's there coherently stringing along full sentences albeit struggling in some parts while she's lying on her back, her pussy stretched out and filled up, too rawed to find her voice.

"I want to see your eyes when you come."

She starts to protest, wants to tell him that it's too hard but the tug on her hair is sharp and sudden and her eyes widen in surprise, blinking away the tears.

She sees him.

Him with his pretty eyes, the hungry gleam behind them and his devastating smirk, the veins in his neck stretching, the bob of his Adam's apple; the shameless way her body responds to his, the squelch of their naked sex as their bodies come together only to fall apart in each other's arms.

She's a lost cause. Her walls clench and she climaxes with a scream that has him tumbling down the abyss after her.

Coming back down from the high is always the hardest part.

Her body is sore and satiated, mind still a hundred miles away as he peels off the used condom and throws it away.

His heat is delicious and when he leans in to plant lazy kisses on her still flushed skin, she's almost tempted to start something else.

She doesn't of course. Class starts in an hour and everyone knows Kurotsuchi is a sadistic motherfucker who likes to sweep in at least 15 minutes earlier and declare whoever that comes in later than him as a latecomer and bar said 'latecomer' from attending the lecture.

"Do you want your eggs scrambled?"

She nods, gives herself a mental pat on the shoulder when she doesn't whimper or reach out for him when he picks himself up- butt naked still and really he knows what the sight of his ass does to her- pads over to the kitchen.

Her brain is screaming at her to leave. She's getting too attached to him- too used to the idea of sleeping over with breakfast served when they both got into the arrangement knowing full well that things were supposed to be fun and casual- read: no strings attached friends with benefits.

Catching feelings for her fellow classmate who may have won the genetic lottery when it comes to bedroom eyes and to-die-for jawline, is the last thing she needs.

But then the aroma of food fills her senses and her stomach rumbles in response.

She sighs. Did she mention that he cooks too?

Rolling over to her side, Rukia tells herself to consider the facts: that Ichigo's flat is only 10 minutes away from campus (6 really if they run), that he's already cooking her breakfast and it would seem so horribly rude if she couldn't even stay after he went through all that trouble- she bites her lips, and reasons that maybe she can stay a little longer.

Like two responsible adults and upstanding citizens in the making, they end up missing the lecture.

A quickie in the showers somehow turns into another thing and this other thing leads into her fucking his brains out- cow girl style (her way of saying thank you for the meal and multiple orgasms among other things) and then by the time she comes to… well- is there really a point to attending lectures or doing anything for that matter when her knees are so wobbly she can barely walk in a straight line?

When she finally leaves his place, it's already the morning after and Rukia knows she has a problem when she can't even bring herself to care about her attendance record.

That was weeks ago.

Now she's avoiding the hell out of him. Ducks into the girl's toilet whenever she sees even a hint of orange coming her way and makes up excuses or straight up ghosts him when he texts her to come over.

Anyone with eyes could see that she's avoiding him and when even the ever-so discreet Rangiku Matsumoto makes it a point to ask you about it- you know you're in deep shit.

So she makes up some half-assed excuse about catching up on assignments. She is an Engineering major- the work is supposed to be gruelling, and it should hardly be a surprise to anyone if she deigns that she's in need of a sabbatical break from the drama and just focus on good old-fashioned scholarly stuff.

Or at least that's what she keeps telling everyone (herself included), however unconvincing they may find her excuses to be.

Of course, it's still entirely possible that he would seek her out himself. It just isn't a possibility that she entertains much given their limited history together- they just share Physics together, united by their mutual dislike of the teaching professor and early morning lectures, they don't even have the same major for crying out loud! The whole sharing bodily fluids business was nothing more than an unfortunate case of alcohol intoxication, human biology and the age-old curse of being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

The subsequent decision to be friends with benefits was clearly the culmination of a series of bad decisions and just as impressive alcohol poisoning.

Rukia hurls the contents of her breakfast into the toilet bowl. Her throat burns and the taste of bile lingers so badly that mouthwash is needed.

Weakly, she creeps out of her bathroom- more crawling than actually walking at this stage and calls Renji.

Her childhood best friend answers on the third ring and judging by his unusually high-pitched voice, was anxious to the point of hyperventilation.

"Where are you, Rukia? Classes started an hour ago! Our presentation is up next!"

She groans. Her stomach does a little flip at the thought of public-speaking and she thinks she's due another visit to the porcelain god.

"Renji, I'm sick."

"Seriously? How?" he screeched.

"Bad sushi," she offers by way of explanation. They got a little too carried away with Nanao's twenty-third birthday last night and decided to splurge. The menu said it was an all-you-can-eat buffet and the sashimi- her face turns green; oh it was definitely the sashimi, she pigged out on them and among the girls, she seems to have it worst. When she finally regains her ability to keep food down and walk like a normal person again, the first thing she is going to do is give the Japanese restaurant a one-star review on Google.

Renji seems to be talking gibberish on the other end and she hisses at him to calm down.

"Sorry, I'm just freaking out right now. You're supposed to be giving the presentation. And you know that I'm not exactly on speaking terms with Shuuhei right now because of you-know-what."

She sighs, ignoring the way her hair is plastered to her forehead in cold sweat. Boys are stupid and their topics of heated debate infinitely stupider. It's something to do with sports, beyond that Rukia doesn't really understand. Nor does she particularly care.

They're both such drama queens. Never again, she tells herself, is she ever going to partner with either of them for a group project.

"Just read out the discussion part. You'll be fine."

Renji has the charisma of a natural-born leader and the confidence to boot, as long as he doesn't freak out from stage fright- they'll be fine. Rukia proofread the report twice. Their maths is sound and the theoretical component to their project, flawless.

"Ok. But are you sure you're going to be fine? I'll drop by after lecture with some soup."

"Ok. Just leave it outside the door. I might not have the energy to open the door to let you in."

"Alright. Sweet corn soup ok?"

She scoffs.

"Cheapskate. You can do better than that," She's due a bit more by way of compensation. As the hard-carry for the team, Renji owes her that much at least. "I want steaming hot chicken and ginger congee with spring onions and a side serving of pickled cucumber."

"Well how am I gonna get that?"

She shouldn't have thought about food. The churning in her stomach is starting again and she dives for the toilet, barely making it in time.

"Figure it out, dumbass!"

She is woken up by the hard thumps on the door. It takes her a while to gain her bearings and get up from bed.

She almost wishes that Renji would stop knocking so loudly. It is making her head pound and the room is spinning until her hand catches on the door knob and twists it open. The breath of fresh air and sunlight on her skin makes the sickness a little more bearable and for the first time in the hours since she's been puking her guts out, she is finally feeling something other than nausea.

"Yo."

She blinks, desperately trying to rub the sleep away from her eyes because she could have sworn that it's Ichigo standing outside the door, arms laden with groceries and food stuff.

Rukia almost slams the door shut in his face. She's suddenly feeling all sorts of self-conscious about her appearance, about her messy knot of hair, her poor sickly complexion, and the fact that she can barely stand upright without holding onto the door.

Clad in her old high school jersey that doubles as her nightie, it takes her a whole minute of standing at the door, gapping like an idiot at the sight of him to realize that she's braless underneath it and Ichigo is staring at her breasts and oh god, she thinks she's going to be sick.

She lets go of the door knob and it's the mother of all bad ideas when she notices that her head is suddenly much lighter than her feet and she's falling—

Strong arms grip at her waist and she is so glad that he's not wearing any cologne as she clings on to him by his shirt. The smell of clean laundry and body warmth- a hint of peppermint from his aftershave, soothes her enough that her stomach stops churning.

"Woah. You're literally falling for me here, Kuchiki. Have some tact. We're still in the hallway. What will the neighbours say?"

Rukia snorts- retort half-forming at the tip of her tongue that he shouldn't be flattering himself but manages only to shoot a baleful glare at him. The lack of a proper retort is proof enough that she truly isn't feeling herself.

His amusement morphs into a look of concern, eyebrows furrowing as he tightens his hold on her.

"You're really sick, huh?"

A weak nod is all that she can manage. When he presses a cool hand against her forehead, it takes her all the self-restraint that she can muster not to whine or whimper. Clammy skin notwithstanding, her body feels hot and she thinks she's had enough of standing up now. He purses his lips, taking charge of the situation as he ushers her indoors and shuts the door behind them.

"Let's get you settled into bed."

He's still there when she wakes up.

The sun has only just set and the glow of her table lamp casts him in hues of soft yellow. She wants to believe that it's something more than pity in his eyes when he locks gaze with her.

"Hey," she calls out weakly.

There's a wet flannel on her forehead and a blanket thrown over her. His weight settles comfortably next to her on the mattress, keeping her warmer still. With his help, she manages to prop herself to sit upright and grabs the glass of water on her side.

"Right back at you, sleeping beauty. Feeling better?"

She nods. The water is refreshing against her parched throat and she finishes it in seconds.

"T-Thank you."

He grunts in response, tucking her back into bed and when she protests, silences her arguments with a firm and sound reply of 'I'm a doctor's son. I know what I'm doing'. Rukia is too weak and her brain too sluggish to come up with a proper comeback, so she begrudgingly obliges.

"I better get going. There's some congee for you in the thermos flask when you wake up. And there's a tub of pickled cucumber in your fri-"

Her hand grabs at his, a weak tug by all accounts but his body stiffens and he stills. Soft brown eyes are staring back at her and it renders her defences futile. This is her at her most vulnerable, stripped down to something that predates her Kuchiki upbringing, before she even knew to arm herself with a tongue sharp enough to cut and wound.

"Stay?"

She's overstepping and pushing boundaries that he's not comfortable with. Wincing when the words ring a little too desperately in her ears and her pride balks at the blank look on his face, she tries to take them back but he beats her to it.

"Scoot over then."

His voice is gruff but he's drawing the blanket up and sliding under it. His warmth presses comfortably to her back and her eyelids flutter shut, letting out a contented sigh when his arm drapes across her middle.

Belatedly she realizes that at this stage maybe they're more than just casual fuck buddies to each other. For starters, he didn't have to come to her door and he most certainly didn't have to stay when she asked him to. Sex isn't even on the table and she's reeling from all the implications.

Does he want them to be something more? Does she?

Is it something that—

"Just go to sleep. I promise I'll still be here in the morning. We can talk then."

Her mind halts at the sound of his voice whispering so tenderly into her ears. She relents. If he's still here in the morning, curled up next to her maybe they'll have the dreaded grownup conversation then.

It's a promise that she holds him to.

FF/ao3

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#ichiruki #IRmonth2020 #ichirukimonth2020 #day 10: just friends #fanfic #mine #dreamer's disease #these dorks are bad at feelings ok?#do NOT be fooled by the soft-looking cover this story opens with a sex scene #you have been warned #just friends (with benefits)

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captainelliecomb · 4 years ago

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Tagged by @zetaaa, and because I loved their post, and the others I’ve seen, here’s mine. Except that I don’t have 20 stories to list, even including a few WIPs, and I don’t tag people. Consider yourself tagged if you haven’t been tagged before but have thought about doing this. I want to read them!

(In doing this, I realised I’ve posted 16 stories and have several WIPs, so I do have 20! And I’ve never posted a story that wasn’t written as an exchange gift. How odd.)

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag 10 authors!

Complete and Posted (AO3 Archive Warnings Noted)

“The corn maze is the best!” Betty’s ponytail bobs as she bounces down the hall, books clasped to her chest. (Does the Wolf Apologize, Riverdale (TV 2017), Betty/Veronica, M, No Archive Warnings Apply, Trick or Treat 2018)

“Still the little cinder girl.” (Little Cinder Girl, Cinderella (1950), Cinderella/Stepmother, M, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Trick or Treat 2018)

Red smells the Wolf long before she sees him. (Find Me in the Stars, Avengers Grimm, Cinderella/Red Riding Hood, T, No Archive Warnings Apply, Yuletide 2018)

Dawn broke before they finished getting people settled. (Not a Lick of Sense, Avengers Grimm, Cinderella/Red Riding Hood, M, No Archive Warnings Apply, Yuletide 2018)

“Well looky here.” Dahl sat at the top of the ramp, legs folded together, hands loose on her knees. (Bad Company, Riddick series, Dahl & Riddick, T, No Archive Warnings Apply, Chocolate Box 2019)

Kase gets fucked slow most times. (Pretty Little Pussy, Trials in Tainted Space, Kase/Steele, E, No Archive Warnings Apply, Shipoween 2019) (The pun in the title is terrible and makes me laugh every time I see it.)

Stupid. (Plant Specimen: Unknown, OW, Tentacle Monster/Xenobotanist, M, Rape/Non-Con, Trick or Treat 2019)

Jack Steele would never visit New Texas as a lowly tourist. (Public Use, Trials in Tainted Space, Jack Steele/Steele, M, No Archive Warnings Apply, Trick or Treat 2019)

The statue was so realistic that, in the flickering light, he seemed to breathe. (Breath and Blood, OW, Minotaur/Curious Female Historian Who’s Surprisingly Into That, E, No Archive Warnings Apply, Chocolate Box 2020)

Flynn Rider sagged sideways against the wall, nearly falling out of the chair they’d propped him in. (Golden Girl, Tangled, Pub Thugs/Rapunzel, E, Rape/Non-Con, Chocolate Box 2020)

Every step was agony, but she ran. (Desperation, OW, Feral Female Alpha Werewolf/Male Omega Living Alone in an Idyllic Woodland Cottage, M, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Chocolate Box 2020)

“It’s a shame,” the guard said as he stripped her, methodical. (Punished, OW, Male Dungeon Monsters/Servant Girl Thrown Into Dungeon as Punishment, E, Rape/Non-Con, Smut 4 Smut 2020)

Run, little Red, run, run away. (Run, Red, Run Away, Little Red Riding Hood (fairy tale), Big Bad Wolf/Red, Wolf Pack/Red, E, Rape/Non-Con, Smut 4 Smut 2020)

Lah trembled as Steele eyed him, but his chin stayed high and he burned with anger. (Broken Promises Made, Trials in Tainted Space, RK Lah/Steele, Able/Steele, E, No Archive Warnings Apply, Shipoween 2020)

Caine is a lot, sometimes. (Breathe Me In, Jupiter Ascending, Jupiter/Caine, M, No Archive Warnings Apply, Yuletide 2020)

“On a scale of accidentally burning down my shop to going to prison because you tried to steal a cow, how bad is this plan of yours?” Trish asks. (Lynette’s Worst Christmas Pageant Ever, Lynette- SouthernASMR Sounds webseries, G, No Archive Warnings Apply, Yuletide 2020)

WIPs

Brienne of Tarth still pissed blood the day she found the war hammer. (Mjolnir AU, 60% GOT 40% ASOIAF (for now, it started as 95% to 5% and keeps leaning more toward book canon), Jaime/Brienne (with possibly others to be added), probably M)

Brienne Tarth’s clearest memory of her childhood included her older brother, Galladon. (Brienne’s Mother is from Dorne and Brienne is Elia’s sworn shield canon divergence, ASOIAF, Jaime/Brienne, probably M)

After the Great Council, Brienne avoided personal conversation with Lord Tyrion for as long as she could. (post-GOT Brienne and Jon are sent to hunt down a dragon, Brienne/Addam with other pairings to come, probably M)

Selwyn Tarth did not know what to do with his only surviving child, his warrior daughter with her ugly, strong body and her maiden heart. (Brienne is sent to be a ward of Ned Stark because of Robert’s obsession with Lyanna Stark canon divergence, ASOIAF, Jaime/Brienne, probably T, may also include things like Mormonts literally turning into direbears and Starks into direwolves)

Oh, right, analysis! I tend to open with dialog, and I’m surprised so many of these don’t. Most of the first lines are not about the main character, at least until we get to the WIPs in which case Brienne of Tarth is clearly my go to girl, my world, my focus of everything.

#zetaaa #tag game #first lines #fic

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lokislytherin · 4 years ago

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euphoria // vampire!jungkook

pairing: vampire!jeon jeongguk x human!reader

summary: you’re scared of vampires - until one saves your life one night.

word count: 1988 + 1808 + 2373 + 1798 + 1046 + 2113

chapters: prologue / chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 4 / chapter 5 / chapter 6 / chapter 7 / epilogue

"No!" Jeongguk howls as you fall unconscious, brown eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He knows too well how much being bitten without permission hurts, and it hurts to see you in pain like this. A red haze of rage floods in before his eyes, and his fangs slide out of his gums. If it means keeping you alive, he's more than willing to unleash the feral beast inside. Both sides of him have a common goal now - the side of him that's still human wants to protect you, and the vampire side wants a continuous supply of your sweet blood, preferably fresh.

Seokjin's motorbike screeches to a halt, the witch jumping off nimbly and landing on both feet. He taps Jeongguk's head with his phone-staff, linking their minds. Focus, Jeongguk, Jin says, keep your emotions in check. You won't win this without a clear head.

Even through the rage, Jeongguk can register his words as a warning. He takes a deep breath, and the red dissipates. He knows you'd prefer him alive - or as alive as he is now - and he'd prefer you alive too. Besides, if you died, who knows what Seokjin would do to him?

I'll create a distraction and bring Y/N to safety. I trust you to deal with this leech without attracting mortal attention. He pats Jeongguk's shoulder in an almost brotherly manner, and Jeongguk is suddenly glad the other man is with him. Go get your vengeance, JK. I'll turn a blind eye. The vampire holding your unconscious body hostage sneers at the duo standing before him. "How unexpected: a witch and a vampire joining forces to protect a lowly human. My, I never thought I'd see the day! All you're missing now is a werewolf."

Next to Jeongguk, Seokjin goes rigid.

Jeongguk snarls, baring his fangs in a challenge. "Let her go." Jin's eyes dart from side to side, planning the best way to get Y/N out and escape. "If you want her, you'll have to go through me. And you hurt her, so I'll kill you."

Jeongguk sounds more confident than he is, and the vampire must have picked up on it, for he shrieks out a laugh. "Oh, little leech. So young and naive." His nails are long and dirty, so filthy and unkempt they resemble claws. He looks like something out of Dracula. "I wonder how your little blood bag will taste." You're already bleeding from two puncture wounds in your neck, but with a slice of a nail, he slits your throat, blood spurting out of your jugular. Seokjin grits his teeth, fists clenched. "Mmm, she smells good, doesn't she?" The older vampire taunts.

Jeongguk's nostrils flare, but he tries not to inhale. He doesn't want to confirm the other bloodsucker's words, but neither can he deny it. Seokjin's scent is the only thing tethering him to sanity - the base of it is calming rose, but his anxiety smells like sour blackcurrants. Stay calm, Jeongguk tells himself, stay calm. Do it for Y/N. It's time, Seokjin murmurs in his mind. Close your eyes.

Jeongguk listens wisely. "Look behind you," the witch sneers right back at the vampire.

Like the fool that he is, the vampire turns his back to Seokjin, and Jeongguk closes his eyes just in time to sense a sharp burst of light from behind his eyelids. When the light fades, both Y/N and the witch are gone, the only trace of their presence bloodstains and motorbike tire tracks.

Jeongguk sighs a silent breath of relief. At least you're safe now.

"Stupid witch." The vampire scowls, fangs gleaming as red as his eyes. "Now you've cost me my dinner." He rises to his feet with an ugly smile, flexing his fingers and claws. "Time to settle this like real men, little leech."

“You’re not a man,” Jeongguk spits out, “you’re a monster.”

The bloodsucker quirks a brow, grinning at Jeongguk. It's vile, and it makes the hairs on the back of his neck raise. "And what makes you so different, little leech?" He takes a step forward, but Jeongguk will not be cowed. "We're the same, you and me. We're vampires, we need fresh blood to survive. You've probably killed humans before. You can deny it all you want, but you know you're a monster too."

"You're wrong," Jeongguk grunts, crouching into a fighting stance that's as familiar to him as his own body. The bloodsucker delights in seeing the younger vampire tremble, knowing he has hit a sore spot. Jeongguk clenches his fists, knees bent, jaw set. "You were the one who turned me." The vampire hums. "Oh, I remember you. You put up one hell of a fight, little Taekwondo boy." He licks his lips. "The fear only made your blood sweeter."

The young vampire growls, forcing down the bile that rises in his throat. "I'll kill you for hurting Y/N."

"I'm a vampire. I'm already dead." He smiles, malice gleaming in his crimson eyes. "But you already know that, don't you, little Taekwondo boy?"

Little does the bloodsucker know, Jeongguk has a wooden stake hidden in the inner pocket of his jacket, courtesy of Seokjin. You'll need backup, the older man had told him beforehand, once I leave with Y/N, I won't be coming back for you. She doesn't heal like we do. Seokjin had pressed the stake into his hands. I trust you to walk out of there safe and hurt as little as possible.

Stabbing the stake into the bloodsucker's chest would be an act of mercy, and terrible as it sounds, Jeongguk wants the other vampire to feel pain. He deserves it for hurting Y/N, doesn't he?

But is it right? Would it make him as much of a monster as the other vampire if he were to kill him slowly? He banishes the thoughts from his brain with a shake of his head. He can't afford to be thinking like this.

"You can't kill me, can you, little Taekwondo boy?" The vampire mocks him, malice in his eyes. "You're too weak." Jeongguk snaps.

The only time he'll ever be weak is when he's with you, and are you here now?

No.

Back when he learned Taekwondo, his master had always told him to have courtesy, integrity, perseverance, self-control and indomitable spirit. Even now, he would not fail his master - he'd taken those words on as rules of life, not just sports. A year ago, he had been human, terrified kicks and punches no match for the vampire.

Now, he's a vampire. He's ten times stronger than he was before, and he won't lose. Just pretend it's a Taekwondo match, he thinks to himself. One point for a basic torso attack, two for a spinning kick to the body, and three for a kick to the head.

Bouncing on the balls of his feet, he goes immediately for a punch to the torso, gauging the other vampire's speed in comparison to his. The vampire nimbly dodges out of the way, but Jeongguk isn't fazed - it's just like a regular match, except neither he nor his opponent are human and they are fighting at twice the speed of a normal match.

Now, for a spinning kick - he launches himself off the ground in a roundhouse kick, aiming for the head. It would've been a brilliant kick: after years of training, he had perfect form, with immense strength and speed to match.

What a pity the other bloodsucker had to grab him by the foot and slam him down onto the ground, digging sharp nails into his leg.

"I won't fall for that again," hisses the leech.

If the bloodsucker will play dirty, Jeongguk will do the same. The rules of Taekwondo don't apply anymore, not when your opponent is fighting to kill. Jeongguk will not give up, not when your life is at stake, as are the lives of the innocents who may be subjected to vampirism in the future.

No more people will be subjected to the bloodsucker's cruelty, not if Jeongguk can help it.

He charges forward, body slamming into the bloodsucker with superhuman strength and speed. He tackles his opponent to the cold concrete floor, fists driving mercilessly into his face.

The older bloodsucker retaliates with a hiss that sounds more animal than human, sharp nails slicing at his skin. They're literally fighting with tooth and claw - Jeongguk can feel the vampire draw blood with his nails, and he doesn't hesitate to take a chunk out of the leech's arm when it comes too close to his face.

What would Y/N think if she saw you like this? He squashes the thought. Perhaps there is no honor among the undead - they must fight to survive, through whatever means necessary.

A split second of distraction is all it takes for the other vampire to pick him up like he weighs nothing, tossing him against a nearby wall with superhuman strength. Jeongguk's eyes widen, hearing the air whoosh by his ears before an ominous crack in his chest reverberates in his body.

He grunts upon impact. A broken rib, probably. It hurts, but he refuses to show how much it does - letting the bloodsucker see the pain would be a victory to his opponent.

The bloodsucker stalks to where Jeongguk lies slumped against the floor with a hand cradled around his chest. "Not so tough now, little Taekwondo boy?"

I trust you to walk out of there safe and hurt as little as possible, Jin's voice echoes in his head. Do it for Y/N.

He raises a claw, ready to deliver the killing blow. He sneers down at the younger vampire. "You've gotten better, little Taekwondo boy. But still not good enough."

Jeongguk grits his teeth through the pain. "You're wrong," he growls, voice deadly quiet. He smiles coldly. His jaw is clenched, eyes stormy blue. "Goodbye."

He yanks the stake out of his pocket with superhuman speed and rams it into the bloodsucker's chest with all the strength he has.

It goes right through the heart.

The bloodsucker's eyes widen in shock before an unholy wail rips out of his mouth. Jeongguk watches, emotionless, as the vampire before him explodes into smoke and ash. The air of death weighs heavily in the air, the scent of blood lingering on the floor, on his skin. Death tastes bitter on his tongue, but the primal, sadistic side of him savors the taste.

Jeongguk hears and smells them coming before he sees - two pairs of footsteps; two males, one smelling like rain and the other like pine wood. It smells clean, but the vampire crinkles his nose when he sees them.

They're hunters, dressed in dark jeans and leather. There are only two of them, alone, attracted by the miasma of death and the bloodsucker's last scream. From his position in the dark, he sees the light of a torch flicker. It doesn't shine on him.

"Namjoon, what do you sense?" One hunter asks.

The hunter - Namjoon - hums thoughtfully. "Somebody's already done our job for us. Two vampires, one's dead. I can't sense where the other one is."

'Sense' is an odd word to use in this situation, but Jeongguk doesn't question it. He doesn't know why Namjoon the hunter is sparing him, but he's glad. If they're here, they were probably planning to kill him.

"Are you sure?" The other hunter presses. "There's blood around here." He pokes around at Y/N's bloodstains, but the other hunter still shakes his head, telling his partner one vampire is gone and the only thing left of the other is ash and dust.

Jeongguk glances at himself. His shirt is stained black with blood, skin peeling from his knuckles, a long gash running down one calf, On the other calf, there are crescent moons marked in blood. His chest aches from the pain of a broken rib, and he knows he won't heal unless he feeds.

It's time for him to leave.

He lopes off into the shadows and leaves the hunters to their work, an insignificant part of the night once more.

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jiracheer · 4 years ago

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salutations and greetings, 🍊 nonny here! i saw your request were open and in the spirit of spooky season 👉🏼👈🏼 may i request some fall date headcannons- haunted houses, cliche horror movie nights, pumpkin patch dates, or cold night cuddles for Kuroo, Tsuki, or the Miya twins? (but the horror movie could lead to lewdness if so desired, i am 18 turning 19 in November :) )

these ideas have been stuck in my head and it’s a need & a want 😭 obviously you can ignore if not too specific, or if you have too much already waiting to be wrote! Thank you anyway!! ❤️✨

✨ a/n: Hey babe 🥺!! Sorry this took me so long!!! I AM GRR AT MYSELF!!! I had so many ideas and i kept writing n rewriting. Unfortunately I only wrote for Tsukki and Osamu, I hope that’s okay!!

✨ warnings :: creampie, unprotected sex / nsfw under the cut

🎃 TSUKISHIMA KEI

- As soon as the leaves turned an array of oranges, yellows, and reds, and the air grew to be a bit more bitter, you had suggested the idea of going to one of the local farms out of Miyagi to go pumpkin picking to Tsukishima one evening.

- A week went by and one morning you were woken up by Tsukki. He shook your shoulders gently to get you awake, and when your eyes fluttered open and you looked at your boyfriend with such an intense expression of confusion, he really couldn’t help but laugh at your expression and the small line of drool that formed at the corner of your mouth.

- He told you to get ready and to dress appropriately for the weather outside, and you still were confused, but you just shrugged it off as you assumed he was taking you out for breakfast.

- Once you were ready you two bid your bearded lizard farewell, simply watching as it licked its eye, and you just took it as him saying goodbye as well, and you two were off.

- You sat in the front seat with his hand held in yours. You had the habit of running your fingers over his knuckles, and every so often you would kiss the back of his hand. It always made him look over at you with flushed cheeks, still not used to all the affection you gave him, but he would always squeeze your hand to let you know that he loves it and you.

- “Where are we going?”

- “You’ll see.”

- His answer was so cryptic you couldn’t help but nervous laugh

- “You’re not gonna like, kill me. Right?”

- Silence

- “RIGHT?”

- You’re silently freaking out and eventually he starts laughing. You let go of his hand to punch his arm, yelling at him for scaring you, and you go back to holding his hand.

- You do end up falling asleep at some point since you were still pretty tired. Tsukki’s eyes would flick over to you every so often, smiling softly as it was now his turn to kiss the back of your hand and let his lips linger on your skin for a moment.

- You wake up before you arrive and you’re like a kid at a candy store when you see where you are; the pumpkin patch.

- The second your feet meet the ground, you’re already going feral. You’re holding onto his arm as you two walk with other people towards the tractor that would give you a hay ride out to the patch, and you’re practically shaking with excitement.. And from the cold.

- Tsukki holds you close to his side with his hands rubbing your arms, pressing tender kisses to your temple every so often, but you don’t seem to notice as you seem to hyperfocus on the farm.

- “Tsukki...”

- “Mhm?”

- “I wanna live on a farm :(”

- He snorts at your words and you lean against him, letting your head fall on his shoulder as you look up at him with puppy eyes. “I’m not joking!! Do you know how much fun it would be if we lived on a farm?”

- The blond rolls his eyes, but he can’t help but think about it. A farm, huh...? He could already hear the rooster crow at the crack of dawn, and see a cow or two simply lazing around at the pasture.

- He could picture you sitting on the porch with a warm cup of coffee, an open spot besides you for him to join you, and then out of nowhere.

- He sees a child.

- His face turns a bright red and he clears his throat, waving away his thoughts. Okay Tsukki, calm down-

- “Come on Kei!” You’re already taking his hand and leading him off the tractor, dragging him around the uneven patch.

- You both look at a multitude of pumpkins. You pick up a few and admire them, and you seem to take an interest in the white pumpkins, and he likes to enjoy the more classic orange ones.

- There’s a small white pumpkin that catches your eye and as you go to pick it up, you turn to show Tsukishima and your foot gets caught on a vine.

- You screech as you stumble forward and the pumpkin falls, breaking apart as soon as it hits the ground.

- “...”

- You two ran so far away from that spot and went to check out another part of the patch.

- Eventually, you two settle with a big phat orange pumpkin that’s a bit deformed. Tsukki called it ugly, but you said, and I quote, “He is very gorgeous to me.”

- You decide to name him Eugene and you decide he knows how to do his taxes, unlike Bokuto, and Tsukki laughs.

- The two of you reach the main log house at the entrance and you enter, enjoying the warm air as you get drinks and a few snacks, and you two find yourself back outside.

- “You know..” Tsukishima looks down at his drink, almost too nervous to meet your eyes. He shuffles in his seat and sits closer to you, taking your open hand in his as his knees bump into yours.

- Tilting your head, you urge him to continue as you bite into your apple fritter.

- He rubs your ring finger and you almost choke. Your eyes widen and your heart begins to beat rapidly. Oh my God... Was he going to propose to you? You feel yourself begin to sweat as he slowly pulls back, hand going into his pocket-

- “Eugene is an ugly ass name.”

- “I cannot stand you sometimes.”

👻 MIYA OSAMU

- Osamu decided that on October 31ST that the both of you would be watching scary movies, whether you liked it or not.

- You never really took him to be the kind of guy to like horror movies. You assumed he was more into films like Fantastic Mr. Fox, etc.

- He really does like Fantastic Mr. Fox tho.

- When you arrive to his place you greet him happily and with snacks, opening a black bag to reveal candies and baked sweets you had taken the time to make that day.

- Osamu was so happy to see the treats. He gave you a small smile and thanked you with a kiss to your forehead. You blushed at the affection and eventually pulled him to his room to get started on watching the movies.

- You two built a pillow fort and made sure to be careful with his TV, once y’all were settled in you put in the first movie and get started.

- Osamu laid against his headboard with his hair brushing against the blanket above, legs stretched out and an arm around your waist. You laid your head on his chest with one leg thrown over his and resting in between his legs.

- Every so often you’d jump because of a jump scare, or even scream and hide your face, and Osamu would laugh softly at your reactions and rub your back with a kiss to the top of your head.

- You two would talk about what you’d do if you were in a horror movie, which was a poor choice, because Osamu was roasting your ass.

- “I would NOT die 20 minutes into the movie!!!”

- “Y/N.... You push ‘pull’ doors.”

- “.... OKAY BUT-“

- You pause the movie real quick to take an online quiz and as it turns out, you would die and Osamu would survive.

- “Okay Shaggy kin, you win this time.”

- “As I always do, Scooby Doo kin.”

- “STOP.”

- You’re a bit mad when the movie starts again, and you bitterly lay there as Osamu tries to hide his amusement at your pouting.

- He calls your name softly and you look up at him, brows furrowed and lip out. He chuckles and leans down to catch your lips in a kiss, and you feel like you’re walking on clouds.

- As the kiss progresses, you feel yourself losing yourself in it and you shift so that you’re sitting on his thigh now.

- His tongue is in your mouth and you can taste all the sweets he just had, and you moan is the next thing to be consumed as he holds the back of your head.

- You grind your hips against his thigh, starting to pant when your clit brushes against his flexing thigh. Pulling away you gasp, holding onto his shoulders as he peppers kisses down your jaw and neck.

- Osamu puts his hands on your ass, pulling at them to get you closer and to eventually put you on his lap.

- It seems like time flashed right before your eyes because suddenly you’re naked and bouncing on Osamu’a dick.

- Moans come out of your mouth as Osamu hides his face in your neck, leaving you love bites as you work yourself on him. You’re lightly scratching at his back, closing your eyes as you feel his fat cock brush against your cervix

- “That’s it, bunny. Shit- That’s it, babygirl.”

- He brings your left breast into his mouth, the other was slowly being teased with his fingernail tracing a circle around your nipple.

- You whine and beg for him to continue touching you, and thankfully, he does.

- He works at your breasts until finally he shifts so that he can gently pin you down below him, bringing your legs and hooking them over his arms, you arch your back as he hits places he’s never hit before.

- “Yes Osamu... R-Righ there- Oh. Oh right there please-“

- You’re almost driven to tears as he picks up the pace, pounding into you as you cry out his name as your orgasm comes crashing in.

- Osamu’s cold steely gaze comes to rest at where the two of you are connected, and he lets out a guttural moan at the sign of a white ring around his dick.

- With a few final and sloppy strokes, the grey-fading-to-black cook pushes himself forward to cum into you. He grunts as he buries his face into your neck once again, whispering how much he adores you as you cling to him.

- You both lay there up until a bloodcurdling scream comes from the TV, making you both jump and nearly break his dick with you abruptly sitting up.

#haikyuu tsukishima #Tsukishima kei #tsukki x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima scenarios #haikyuu osamu #miya osamu #osamu x reader #samu x reader #miya osamu x reader #osamu imagine #osamu scenario #haikyuu smut #osamu smut #tsukishima fluff

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lokilickedme · 5 years ago

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Because of "The Department", I am starting to become interested in Hozier. Are there any songs you would recommend for new listeners? Does he have anything romantic and sad?

Ohhhh my goodness. Does he have anything romantic and sad…DOES HE HAVE ANYTHING ROMANTIC AND SAD?! (sorry, I’m hyperventilating with excitement here)

Sit down honeypants, have I got a playlist for your listening pleasure.

First, you’re fortunate that he’s only got two officially released albums, two EPs, and a handful of covers and film tracks - because frankly the world couldn’t handle much more than what he’s given us so far. We need time, we need to acclimate, we need to be strong enough to take it. And for what he has given us thus far, we are thankful. *amen*

I don’t even know where to start categorizing his songs individually, but since you specifically asked for “romantic” and “sad”, I’ll begin there:

ROMANTIC AND/OR SAD HOZIER SONGS TO PINE AND/OR YEARN TO:

Work Song - Gotta start here, for reasons. This song is what I would call the epitome of romance. It’s a nod to the field hymnals of the deep south, with the religious solemnity replaced by a mournful sort of romantic adoration for a lover who somehow saved him from a past he had all but lost himself to. Sweet and gentle and worshipful, it fairly reeks of bad man redeemed by the love of a good woman. He thanks the higher powers every day for the gift of his lover, whether the gods are listening or not, whether he is worthy of their attention or not - he no longer cares about that, because if there’s no eternal heaven for him, this moment on earth with his love is more than enough. You are his deity now, his redeemer, his savior…and he’s at peace with his past because he knows you love him as much as he loves you. Beautiful and hopeful, and almost painfully romantic.

Like Real People Do - Gah, I don’t even know where to start with this one. It was inspired by Seamus Heaney’s series of poetic odes to the bog bodies discovered in the wilds of Ireland, which in itself doesn’t seem like a very ripe field to plow for romantic sentiment. However, let me direct you to the following verse:

I will not ask you where you came fromI will not ask, and neither should youHoney just put your sweet lips on my lipsWe should just kiss like real people do

Yeah, we’re done here. Basically it’s a vague fairy tale whose implications you’re free to ascertain for yourself. Is it grave robbing? Murder? Some dark fae magic resurrecting an ancient being for some dark purpose he can’t recall? A lonely woman enlisting a disreputable spell to conjure a lover for herself from the long-dead bones of a forgotten victim? Or was he simply buried by his grief/pain/sadness and “dug up” by the love and care of a stranger? Whatever it is, it’s lovely.

To Be Alone - Howling and intense, feral and wild, this is a tune to fuck to. Romantically, of course. The Celtic drums, the yowling chorus, the stomping that brings to mind a tribal Druid ceremony, untamed and darkly sexual in all its heathen glory…

Honey, when you kill the lightsAnd kiss my eyesI feel like a person for a moment of my life

Need I say more? How about this:

To feel your weight in arms I’d never useIt’s the god that heroin prays to

Powerful, right? And any song that has Feels good, god it feels good as a repetitive chorus can’t be anything but babymaking tunes. Trust me.

Better Love - This is a film soundtrack song that appears on the ending credits of The Legend Of Tarzan. Lush and frantically heartfelt and literally gushing with a profound romance that rises and rises until it hits a crescendo that you just gotta listen to on headphones with your eyes closed. It’s a religious experience, the kind that’s easy to imagine yourself screaming OH GOD!! in the middle of. Yeah, that kind. The rising fury of the music, the piano, the horn section, his voice, is all very reminiscent of that kind of love. Just beautiful, urgent, and will have you imagining yourself in a Victorian dress standing on the bank of a river somewhere waiting for your love to return from some distant place.

Dinner And Diatribes - Speaking of that kind of love, here we have a song that uses those very words to describe what loverboy wants and is asking for from you, his passionate yet momentarily bored significant other. The two of you are stuck at some hideously stale social engagement and his soul is dying slowly with each dull conversation he has to participate in; his only reprieve is in staring at you from across the room and sending you subliminal messages about what he would very much like for you to do to him as soon as he gets you out of there. Let there be hotel complaints and grievances raised, yeah that kind of love. Romantic? Not strictly, no, not on the face of it. But really, what’s more romantic than knowing your partner well enough to know that one look from you across a crowded room will have them searching for a way to excuse themselves from the party so they can go home and absolutely rail you?

Scarcely can speak for my thinkingWhat you’d do to me tonightNow that the evening is slowingNow that the end is in sightHoney, it’s easier knowingWhat you’d do to me tonight

And we’re not even going to discuss the pounding Celtic tribal drums that set up a rhythm through the entire song that subtly mimics a headboard banging against the wall. Rowdy loud romance at its pulse pounding best.

In A Week - Nothing says romance like two lovers decomposing in a field together, scaring the cows and slowly turning into food for the foxes and crows. A beautiful tune, gorgeously sung as a duet with Karen Crowley. He claims this was meant to be very tongue-in-cheek, and god I hope he’s not lying because I worry about the boy sometimes.

Nobody - My personal favorite, this one is a road song chronicling a love through comparison. He tells his sweetheart how much he misses her, not with the actual words I miss you, but through a series of either/ors:

If I had the choice between hearing either noiseThe excitement of a thousand, or the soothing of your voiceAt first chance I’d take the bed warmed by the bodyI once warmed my hands over a burnin’ MaseratiStill I’ve had no love like your love

A cute love song full of playful devotion to an absent lover. Just perfect.

Shrike - I should have put this higher up on the list, I know. You’ll understand what I mean when you listen to it. A Shrike is a murderbird, btw. Yeah, he’s comparing his powerful desire to express his love (after having tragically/stupidly missed a prior opportunity to do so) to a Shrike (him) impaling food on a thornbush (her). Again, it’ll make sense when you listen to it. A beautiful, haunting, lushly lyrical song about wistful longing.

Wasteland Baby - This song, geezus. The world is ending, it’s here, it’s happening, and he’s watching it all come down while sitting next to you, holding your hand, waiting for it to reach the pair of you as the flames lick the sky. Neither of you are scared, just at peace, together, waiting for the end of it all to take you. Oddly beautiful, and his voice - god, his voice. Wasteland baby, I’m in love, I’m in love with you.

Movement - A love song to all the things you see in your lover that are lacking in yourself. Poetic and poignant, coming from a towering giant with a tendency to trip over his own feet, singing about his lover being graceful and feeling moved by the way she moves.

NFWMB - Yes, it means what it looks like. Nothing Fucks With My Baby, and yes he says that word every other line. But the way he utters it with such dreamy conviction is just…ugh, it’s a horny song okay? Just unabashedly horny. And romantic, because he’s not making a bar room threat as in NOTHING fucks with my baby!!, he’s issuing a laid back warning that if you DO fuck with his baby, she will straight up fuck you up and he will sit back and watch, shaking his head in an I told you so sort of sympathy. His baby is so terrifying that the goddamn apocalypse willingly averted itself when it saw she was in the vicinity. An ode to a strong lover that he respects with every fiber of his being and by god you should too.

From Eden - Basically a love song from the devil’s point of view. I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. That’s romantic, folks.

Moment’s Silence (Common Tongue) - My second favorite song in, like, the entire history of music. Remember when I said NFWMB was unabashedly horny? Well, this is a song about oral sex. No qualms, no masking in flowery terms, and a whole lot of borderline blasphemous comparisons to religious verbiage to boot. And it’s one hell of a banger, with Hoz howling like his baby just put her mouth on him (which is the chorus, more or less). A no-apologies hard driving ballad devoted to fellatio, which I find oddly romantic in the simple fact that he speaks of it as a holy act of devotion. He worships his lover, who is, ironically, the one on her knees in the holy posture of prayer in front of him. And god does he love her for it.

Jackie And Wilson - This one is tricky, because it’s a rousing catchy tune flowing around a set of words that, once you listen carefully to them, become a whole lot of not what I thought. He speaks of love, and of being saved, and of the attentive care that his lover gives him. Only later do we hear the truth behind those words - that the love was obsessive and immature, that the savior casually abandoned him without even saying goodbye, that her care was no more than an amused tolerance to his childish adoration. She knew all along that she wasn’t in it for the long haul, while he was making plans for forever. But all hope isn’t lost - he’s not irreparably damaged, he isn’t ruined for life. He simply goes and digs up the version of himself that he buried at the beginning, and starts again. A little more experienced, a bit more jaded, but ready to do it all over again because maybe it’ll be right next time. A hopefully romantic little cautionary tale that somehow doesn’t lose its playfulness, even as he’s putting out his cigarette and noticing that she’s gone.

Do I Wanna Know - this is a cover/retool of the song of the same name by Arctic Monkeys, and it is sublime in its sad yearning. While the original is a driving, dark, sexy ode to obsessive love, Hozier’s version is a gentle, tender, hauntingly heart-tugging song about longing and uncertainty. It’s a slow game of she loves me, she loves me not being played by a lover who is unsure if it’s worth the bother to try to fall in love with someone else if the current object of his laconic affections is no longer interested in him, or if he should just keep trying to win her back and keep the status quo as is. And his voice…god, the way he caresses words is like he’s making love to your ears without the messy cleanup afterward.

There are more - but I’m going to draw the line here and say ENOUGH FOR NOW, YOU’RE NEW, YOU’RE NOT PREPARED FOR THE REST. I mean…Angel of Small Death? Sedated? Arsonist’s Lullaby? The hardcore underlying symbolism of his flagship ballad Take Me To Church? It Will Come Back, for god’s sake?? No, not yet. Go, dip your toe into the waters, and then come back when you’re ready for more…because everything this man has ever done is brilliant and beautiful and profound, and oh boy do I look forward to ruining another innocent with it all :)

#Hozier #Andrew Hozier-Byrne #Wasteland Baby #music rec #Anonymous

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innytoes · 6 years ago

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Leverage OT3, animal shelter AU

Listen, it’s not like Eliot planned torun an animal shelter, okay?

He bought a small house out in thecountry with a lot of land, and his nearest neighbour is a farmer with who willtake care of his horse when he’s away for jobs. And there’s nobody else aroundfor miles, he has clear vantage points for all the roads, and his back yardopens up into wilderness and grass lands.

Sometimes he helps his neighbour outwith the calving. And when one seems to be rejected by her mother, hevolunteers to take some shifts feeding her. The old-timer has a whole farm torun, and shouldn’t be getting up in the middle of the night to stand in afreezing barn to feed one small cow. He can’t help that the thing kind ofimprints on him. It’s no problem to let her hang around in his pasture insteadof the next one over. His horse seems to like the company.

And when the guy’s semi-feral barn cathad kittens, it seemed rude to turn down a good mouser for his property. Ortwo. And he pretends the third one is just visiting her siblings. He mostcertainly doesn’t name her as well.

And it’s not liked he planned to bust a dog fighting ring onthat retrieval job, okay? These things just happen sometimes when you runaround the underworld. And yeah, he may kick the guys’ heads in a little harderafter he sees the cowering dogs in cages. He makes sure the proper authoritiesare called, but when the Very Helpful Dispatch Officer mentions that the ‘dogsthat seem too dangerous’ will be put down, he hangs up and calls in some otherfavours.

Favours that involve transporting sixteendisgruntled dogs of various sizes into a truck and erecting a bunch kennels anda large fenced in play area on his land in the middle of the night. Consideringhe saved at least two of the guys helping out from being blown to smithereensand another from life in a Russian prison, they get to keep their comments tothemselves, thank you very much.

His neighbour does not keep hiscomments to himself. He does give Eliot some dog training tips and old blanketsas well, though.

It kind of… escalates from there. Wordgets around somehow. Boxes of kittens end up on his porch. A woman calls abouta skinny looking dog tied up on a vacant lot that nobody seems to be takingcare of. His neighbour claims not to know what Eliot’s talking about when heasks how she got his number. His neighbour is full of shit.

None of which explains waking up onemorning and going out to feed the dogs and finding a blond woman inside one ofthe kennels, petting a dog and giggling when it tries to lick her face. It’sone of his first dogs, from the fighting ring, one of the only ones not to havebeen rehomed yet because of his problems with… well, with a lot of things. Likestrangers. And biting. And biting strangers.

When she notices him standing there,she beams at him, completely unconcerned about breaking and entering (or maybescaling the fence? The door still seems to be locked. Or relocked.). “Hi!” shechirps, hands still scritching behind Bruno’s ears. “I’m Parker.”

“What the hell are you doing in my yard,”Eliot manages to grind out, because he hasn’t had his coffee yet and what the hell.

“I’m your new volunteer!” she says..Bruno gives her an enthusiastic wag with his little stump of a tail. “Hardisonsaid that’s a thing people do, volunteer at animal shelters so they can petdogs, because apparently stealing a corgi from the dog park is ‘illegal’ and ‘rude’,”she continues, waggling Bruno’s ears up and down in lieu of finger quotes.

“I’m not a shelter,” Eliot says,because denial is a lovely thing and he still hasn’t had his coffee yet.

“Then you have a lot of pets and canprobably use someone to help you walk them,” Parker beams, and then gets up,picks the lock on the cage and slips out without letting Bruno escape, andmakes her way to the shed that used to house his motorcycle, mower, car, andtools but is now The Cat Barn with added outdoor extension. “If I help cleanthe litterboxes can I see how many cats I can balance on my arms at once? I betI can do nine. Ha! Nine cats, get it?”

It’s really easier to just… give in.Especially when she keeps showing up and sometimes even brings donuts.

One day, she brings donuts, coffee, anda lanky black guy who is digging his heels in to try and resist being draggedto the Cat Barn. “Nuh-uh, babe, you said dogs. Not cats! I have allergies! Andthat barn looks dusty.”

“But we got a cat in that looks justlike Nate!” Parker insists. In fact, she’d scribbled down his name on thehaphazard filing system he kept in a cardboard box in the kitchen as Nate TheCat.

“Point him out to me and I’ll look through the window,” the guy says. “I’m here to pet dogs and give your guy aproper digital filing system and website, that’s what we agreed.”

“Who says I need a website?” Eliotgrumbles, pleased when the man jumps a little.

“I do!” Parker chirps. “Eliot. Eliot it’ssuch a good idea, you can have a website and people can see all the adoptableanimals and Nate the Cat and Hardison can install webcams so I can check onthem when we’re working and you can check on them and Sophie can check on themand everyone can see them and you can have remote controlled toys that peoplecan move for like a dollar so you can buy cat food and also I brought donutsbut like as a date this time!”

Which was how he ended up with awebsite. And a donation page. And an instagram page. And a sponsorship from alocal pet store. And a bunch of webcams in the Cat Barn and the Play Field thathe could turn on and off at will from his phone. And a date.

And a girlfriend.

And a boyfriend.

And, somehow, a herd of fainting goats.

“Dammit, Parker!”

#Anonymous #leverage #ot3 #HardisonxParkerxEliot #AUs are awesome #animal shelter AU #I wrote a thing #They totally hang up a photograph of Nate The Cat next to Old Nate The Painting #what are tenses

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Lucky I’m A Dog Person

Werewolf Chase x reader

With @graveyard-melodies and @justwritingscibbles talking about werewolf egos especially chase it got me thinking about it and after messaging scribs about this idea I just had to write it

Life with Chase had been good. Yes he was a werewolf but you always teased about how well trained he was. He only turned on a full moon or sometimes if he got too excited. Which would mean you would be playing with the kids/pups since they had less control over when they changed and he’d get so excited you’d suddenly have a large silver wolf bouncing on top of you and stealing your hat, and lots of sloppy kisses.

Sometimes you’d just sit at the edge of the land chase owned with his house and watch as the wolf rolled over and played dead for his two young, one strawberry blonde and the smallest a gorgeous chocolate brown. The rest of his litter had died their first winter so you knew how extra protective Chase was of them.

He always made sure you were careful with them because a playful nip could trap you in the same fate and you hadn’t finished the ‘talk’ yet. You remembered the first time Chase told you what he was was because you had been helping his youngest with their sippy cup when they suddenly turned into a fur ball in your arms, he was just glad you didn’t drop them out of shock.

One of your fondest memories was of Chase watching a horror movie with you when his baby sneezed and he got so scared he turned into wolf form and scattered off the back of the couch, getting tangled up the the telephone cord and smashing your lamp and scratching the furniture in the process. You had quietened him, stroking his muzzle and whispering soothing words as you untangled his paws, as thanks being loafed on by 100s of pounds of fur which you had to admit in the cold winters wasn’t the worst feeling.

But something happened. Those several months had been some of the best of your life and when you said goodbye to the three before they went on their nature trail you didn’t know it would be the last time you saw two of them. Chase came back early, and alone. You were shaking, he was in full wolf form and had blood on his paws. “C-Chase?” He turned human again, but still hairy and fangs long. “I...I couldn’t save them... they ran off.... and then I heard the screams... the other wolf... it... killed them...”

Your hands flew to your mouth, watching as Chase rolled around in pain, switching between human and wolf on and off, screams switching between howls as you cried, falling to the floor with your head in your hands. Some minutes later you walked over to Chase in a dream like state, his fur standing up on all ends. Your hand reached out to comfort him, to be comforted... Instead, his paw flew out and his claws dragged down your arm, covering it in your blood.

You flew back in pain, slinging your arm as Chase growled deeply, you no longer felt you were with the man you loved though, instead you were trapped with a feral animal who’d lost all control.

You’d slowly backed up, hands raised in a surrendering pose. The wolf merely licked its lips, ears twitching every time a drop of your blood hit the floor. You couldn’t do anything else except make a run for it, of course, Chase would be faster than you though.

But you felt no remorse for pulling the telephone with you again and using the cord to trip him up, smashing things on the ground so there was more broken glass and ceramics than the werewolf could jump over. You looked back as you reached the door, your hands flying to your ears as he began howling and tears leaked even more, making eye contact with him once more and you swore you couldn’t see a glimpse of the man you had loved. You whispered an “I’m sorry...” before rushing out of the house and leaving him trapped there.

It was 2 years later and reports of animal attacks had been popping up in the new town you had inhabited. You should have known he would have tracked your scent down one day. It made you feel sick to your stomach that these were mass killings, and the majority weren’t livestock, but humans. Something that never happened when you were a happy family. You felt almost responsible for all of this, you couldn’t live with the guilt, and you needed it to stop.

So against the warnings of local authorities you trekked out that night, only to stumble across a torn apart man all alone. You ran up to him, but he was already dead. You couldn’t care less about finger prints right now, they weren’t looking for a human, so you did what you thought was humane and closed the man’s eyes, stiffening as you felt not wind, but breath moving your hair, you should have known he wouldn’t have left his prey far behind.

You slowly turned your head, angry tears spilling onto the body as you crouched up next to it, staring down the grey full on werewolf that was bigger than you’d ever seen him, he would be taller than you on his fours than if you were on your tippy toes, his paws definitely twice the size of your face. “What?” You spat, breath hitching as it growled at you. You couldn’t care less right now. “If you’ve come here to kill me then kill me already!” You screamed.

You screwed your eyes shut as the last thing you saw was his large open fangs coming towards you. Instead of any pain though you felt yourself being lifted in the air, and air almost deafening you as it froze your face simultaneously. You peeked an eye open to see the ground below your dangling feet, looking around to see that the collar of your shirt was between the creatures jaw and the body had been left there. The creature didn’t look back at you.

When you were finally set on your feet in some type of cave you of course span on your feet and walked the other direction. He didn’t seem to like that much.

He sprang over your body, landing with his butt in the air and chin on the ground, snarling, snapping his teeth at you, looking like he was ready to pounce and you felt de ja vu as you lifted your hands up in defence. It snorted, probably to convey ‘you made the right choice’ if chase could even think with how wolfed out he was. He walked back over to you, clamping around the collar of your shirt again, this time dragging you on your butt throughout his lair, even though you should have known better, you clung onto his leg as you passed a pile of human bones, they of course belonged to him, but all your senses were telling you was that he would protect you.

In your surprise though after a small growl your top was let go, you had to hold on tight, wrapping your arms and legs around his front one but he walked with ease till he reached the depth of his cave.

That day was like a cat playing with a mouse. His paws were layed out in front of him as he lay down, with you trapped in the circle of his arms. It reminded you of the scene form the lion king, his children’s favourite movie. If you ever tried to leave, more to show defiance than attempt to get anywhere, his paws would scoop you close to his face, growling, saliva drooling from his chops, until you finally sat down.

“What do you want Chase?” You finally asked, exasperated. Of course, he said nothing. You stayed in that little spot all day, trying to push against Chase’s paws sleepily so you could at least wander around the cave and stretch a little. Instead of growling he just did nothing this time, staring at you like he had done all day.

Eventually you fell asleep against his paw, that even with your stubbornness was like a massive pillow, with claws you had to be careful of, trying to push it till your eyes slipped close and your breathing got shallow.

Chase lifted your sleeping form, carefully in his mouth, onto a little rocky ledge in his cave, somewhere luckily for him high enough you couldn’t jump down from as he left the cave.

You woke up hours later, sunrise, on the ledge. You’d hoped this had been a bad dream but of course not. When chase noticed you stirring you saw him come closer. His paws rested on the cave wall as he made himself taller to reach you. Instead of a retort from you or a snarl from him you lay there quietly. Soon enough his muzzle lowered to the surface of what you were laying on. He made a little noise but it wasn’t threatening. A bark almost? You walked forward slowly, tentatively, and your hand reached out and stroked his muzzle.

As soon as you did that he nudged you so you were clinging onto his muzzle as he quickly lifted you down to the floor.

“Th-Thank you?” You said unsure, more confused when his nose kept pressing against your back, nearly lifting your legs of the ground with the force and his excited sniffing of your butt made you giggle slightly in nostalgia, that action had always been a little joke between the two of you. “Okay okay I’m going.” You sigh, walking until you see the carcass of a cow lying on the floor.

You look up to see Chase waiting expectantly, and you were sure you caught his tail wagging, even just the once. You smiled, even though you felt a tad sorry for the animal next to you, “Oh, I’m not going to be able to eat all that.”

Chase whined high pitched, jumping to the other side of you and nudging the body closer, puppy eyes out.

When he heard your stomach rumble chase grumbled, slashing the creature into pieces, you guessed to help make it easier for you to eat, and eventually you did eat some of the beef, considering you were stuck here you needed whatever sustenance you could get. “Thank you.” You told Chase through a mouthful, reaching up your hand chase raised his chin, allowing you to scratch under it as he rumbled happily. He ate the rest of it when he knew you were full at the end of the day, his butt end facing you as he blocked the exit, tearing into the cadaver in between his paws as you tried not to watch, tending to the fire pit you’d made instead.

When he came back from eating he went to the small waterfall in part of the cave, and so did you. He picked you up by your shirt again and dropped you in the water, well at least you were washed now. You splashed at the wolf but it just shook its fur uncaring. It only brought you so you could drink some too, and you made sure you were on the side of the stream the water ran from so the blood from Chase wasn’t infiltrating your supply.

As you treaded out of the water you took your shirt off to try and dry it, it was then chase looked over at your badly scarred arm. Even wolf him seemed to recognise the claw marks. You noticed the frozen creature and quickly went to put your squeezed out shirt back on. “Don’t worry about it.” You huffed and that was the end of any type of conversation you had with him that day.

By the end of the night the cool wind was waving through the cave and you started to shiver. The wolf came up to you, you following him to the end of the cave as he curled up around you, his head resting over your body. You tried to push it off just because he was crushing you but then he started to growl so hard you felt it reverberating against your chest, nipping at your fingers but not biting them. That was a step too far.

You shoved his face away, turning around so you weren’t facing him since he wasn’t letting you free and this was the best you could do, arms crossed as you refused to pay attention to him.

He huffed at you, head facing the other direction too, but within a few minutes he was whining. You still refused to pay attention. His head nudged into your back so you arched it. He licked your hand and you span around. “Chase... what?” You had started to cry, tired and confused and he whined again, moving forward little by little and when you didn’t move away his tongue came out and licked up your tears.

You shoved his muzzle away playfully, rubbing your eyes. “Yeah yeah, thanks for the drool.” He still didn’t seem happy though, tail between his legs and ears flattened. The tears you’d almost managed to stop just came on in a new wave as you clung onto his soft fur, burying your face in it as you cried, turning to face him with red eyes. “I’m sorry you lost your children.”

You cried into his fur once more, eyes screwed closed so you only noticed something was different when his fur started to become less full, and you could feel skin.

You looked up to see Chase, in human form, crying, you joined eye contact with the man you loved for the first time in a long time. “...I’m sorry.” He sobbed. You threw your arms around him and he broke down, crying into the crook of your neck, letting off his chest everything that happened that horrific night and you sat on his lap with your arms around him and just listened.

As his sobs quietened down you felt his arms shakily wrap around you, and they were so light, barely touching your skin, you dragged them closer.

Chase nudged your chin with his thumb, looking into your eyes as you both cried. “I’ve been stuck as a wolf since that day.” He told you and you nodded, your hands scrambling to cup his cheeks, thumbs stroking his sideburns. “I know. I suspected since I never got a call from you, just a trail of bodies leading to my new homes.”

Chase’s breath hitched, picking up your arm now it was in peripheral and even though your reaction as it was with everyone was to pull it back, you knew there was no point. Chase’s lower lip trembled and you decided to slip your arm out of his hold, noting his eyes kept trained on it. “Chase, it’s okay.”

“No it’s not...” he sighed, changing angles to hold your hand, eyes training up to yours before slowly bringing your arm up, placing a kiss on the scar, looking back up to you then looking down at himself. He exhaled slowly as he attempted to cover his junk realising for the first time he was completely naked.

You chuckled, pecking his cheek, taking off your shirt to let him cover up, you noticed him looking away and sighed. “We’re going to have to go into town and get you some new clothes, that’s if you’re going to let me leave this damn cave, because let’s face it, we can’t live here.” You didn’t understand why Chase was looking at you like you’d just granted his biggest wish.

“We?”

You realise what you said then, twiddling your fingers as you focused intensely on that act. “Obviously I get if you don’t want to, I mean we didn’t exactly leave things great and-“ You were cut off by Chase’s lips on yours, a lot of tongue involved as you were pinned to the floor, his hands holding yours, softly brushing over your knuckles, your fallen top tied around his waist and his trousers.

Finally pulling your head away for breath he painted on top of you, head falling onto your chest. “I’m sorry, I’m not used to this right now.” He mumbled, your hand coming up to play with his hair, his neck twitching to the side with a smile as you scratched behind his ears. “Yeah, well, you’re lucky I’m a dog person.”

Chase smirked up at you, one eye drearily open. “But y/n, I’m the dog-person!”

#fic #chase x reader #chase brody fic #chase fic #chase brody x reader #bro average fic #bro average x reader #werewolf au fic #werewolf!chase fic #not requested

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