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[midnightmah07]

i miss sending things to your inbox but since I don’t have any oc x canon of yours currently being done, have some sleepyhowls

It wasn’t the way they acted around each other that gave it away—at least, not for Jack. It was the way he looked at Dawn. As though any blink might rob him of some small, precious detail. Ace never missed the chance to tease him for it. Constantly.

“You painted your nails?” Jack asked, taking her small hand in his.

“Huh? Looks the same to me,” Epel muttered with a shrug.

“Vil let me borrow some nail polish,” Dawn explained with a chuckle. “It’s a little lighter than the last one. I didn’t think you’d notice.”

“Of course he noticed. He’s in lo—” Ace started, only to yelp and wince as a sharp kick landed under the table. Wonder who could’ve done that.

Later that night, the teasing was long forgotten, but Jack’s gaze wasn’t. He sat quietly across from her, his sharp eyes never leaving her. The others were fast asleep, their impromptu sleepover stretching later than expected. Yet Dawn, plagued by her usual insomnia, sat awake. Jack, ever stubborn, had stayed up with her.

“You should really sleep, Jack,” Dawn said softly, her voice tinged with concern. A faint smile curved her lips. “You don’t have to stay awake because of me.”

“I can take it,” Jack grumbled, suppressing a yawn. “Don’t worry about me.”

“Well, I do, because you’re awake for my sake,” she replied with a gentle laugh. And again, she noticed the way he looked at her. It wasn’t predatory, not like the sharp gaze of a wolf hunting its prey. No, it was something softer, something almost tender.

Her heart skipped a beat as she looked away, trying to escape the intensity of his eyes.

“Wait,” Jack murmured, standing slightly taller as he stepped closer. His ears twitched, and his voice dipped low, almost vulnerable. “Please… don’t look away, Dawn.”

“I want to look at you,” he said, the words leaving him without hesitation.

Dawn’s breath hitched. Her hands fidgeted with the sleeves of her pajama top as warmth crept into her cheeks. That look—it wasn’t the intense stare of a wolf or even the playful glint of a puppy. No, it was something else entirely. Something… overwhelming.

“I… I should go to sleep,” she finally stammered, her voice unsteady. “You should try to do the same.”

Jack nodded, his stoic demeanor slipping back into place. “Yeah… goodnight.” With that, he laid back onto his makeshift bed, his eyes finally breaking away from hers.

Dawn stood frozen for a moment, her thoughts swirling. Her heart was still racing from his words, his gaze, the intensity of the moment. She returned to her spot, pulling the blanket over her, but sleep wouldn’t come—not because of her insomnia, but because of the warmth that lingered.

For the first time in a while, the night didn’t feel so heavy. And it wasn’t insomnia keeping her awake. It was him.

Girls (me) when SleepyHowls:

THEY ARE SOOOOOOOOOOO CUTEEEEEEEEE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH OH MY GOSH IM GONNA FAINT I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY LONGER😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

HOW ARE THEY SO ADORABLE. JAIL. RIGHT TO JAIL. THIS SHOULD BE ILLEGAL. YOU'RE GOING TO PRISON FOR WRITING SOMETHING SO FLUFFY AND CUTE AND WHOLESOME AND *EXPLODES*

I'm sobbing. Crying even. I can't do this no more. I'm gonna pass out.

[writer-logbook]

How to improve your writing style : a 5-steps guide.

Intro : I love the 5-steps format, don’t mind me. Again, this essay is based on my personal experience.

Read in different genres. Ok, I know you’ve probably heard this advice more than you can count but did you ask yourself why it is so important ? You probably wonder ‘‘How reading some historical fiction will help me writing my sci-fi novel ?’’ For that simple reason my friend : they meet different purposes. You don’t know how to describe a castle ? It’s okay, historical fiction got your back. Because it aims at something more realistic and accurate, it would tend to be more specific and detailed when it comes to describing clothes, furniture, places and so on. Why ? Because, most of the time, THEY ACTUALLY EXISTED. Take a closer look at how it is done and draw your inspiration from it (but please avoid plagiarism it’s bad - and illegal)

Take notes and CLASSIFY them. To make reading somehow useful, you have to actually make it concious, which means you have to write things down to remember them. When I come across a description I like, I tend to takes notes of the figures of speech that are used and class them, so when I have to write a similar scene, I have an idea of what have been already used, and weither or not it achieved its goal. I am NOT talking about COPY another author’s style !!!! It’s about finding inspiration and new approaches. I also tend to take notes of the new words I wish to incoporate into my writing. The thesaurus is my new bestie.

Rewrite the same scene from different POVs. First of all, it’s fun. And it’s a really good way to spot quirky formulations. For instance, if you describe a ship, the captain’s POV should be different from that of a simple observer. The first one would be naming each part princisely whereas the other would only be admiring the surface without knowing anything. If the caption is the same for both POVs, maybe you should consider write your passage again (or have a good reason, like a strong amateurism for the mere observer). It’s go hand in hand with coherence - but it would be an essay for another time (maybe).

Read your text aloud. I put major emphasis on that one because it’s as underated as reading books for various genres. You have no idea how much we DON’T speak the way we write. Even dialogues are crafted in our stories - so make sure to give them proper attention. (i even read my email aloud but-). I KNOW how cringey it might be as I am doing it MYSELF but the benefits are worth the 35-minutes shame I endure from my own mess. Before you can shine, you have to polish (shout out to the one who said that first if it’s not me).

Take a step back. I strongly advice you to let some time pass before reading your text again and profreading it. It will cast a new light upon your work and with fresh eyes you’d be more likely able to spot what needs to be erased or rephrased.

That’s all for me today. Since I would be entering my proofreading phase for my writing contest, the next essay would probably about proofreading (with examples from my own novel ?). Unless someone wants me to write on a specific subject first.

Gentle reminder that I’m still French and not a native so please forgive my dubious grammar and outrageous mispellings.

[moonstruckme]

Hellooooo my favorite catlover/writer

I got another pop up idea this morning (happens way too often)

But first of all ! Don’t wear yourself out ! You write a lot and it’s amazing ! But prioritize yourself first. Don’t let requests put a pression on you ❤️

I know how it feels

Anyways

I’m not a morning person like most of the population except SOCIOPATHS.

And I imagined what it would feel like having the emt!marauders watching you up since they have to go to work early. You know like kisses, shoulders massages, soothing words as they try to calm your rise and everything…

If you don’t like it that’s ok! Don’t write it.

Love you, rest well. (Drink water)

Thanks for your request babe! Hope you're resting well and drinking water too <3

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 654 words

You stir when you feel Remus shifting underneath you. He reaches over to shut off his alarm, hand coming back to rest over your head placatingly. The appeasement doesn’t last long; when he goes to move out from under you, you make a soft whining sound. 

“Dove.” His voice is husky with sleep, but there’s fondness to it. It makes you want him to stay even more. 

The mattress creaks at the other end of the bed as James gets up. Sirius grumbles, scooting closer to you and shoving his face into your neck in rebellion. 

“Don’t let them take me,” he mumbles pitifully. 

“Baby.” Remus sounds more exasperated and also more amused now that both you and Sirius are half atop him. You’re not sure which one of you he’s talking to, but it hardly matters. “Come on.” His lips touch down on your head. “You can sleep, but we have to get ready.” 

The bathroom light turns on. Both you and Sirius moan tormentedly. 

James’ laugh is too loud for the early hour; you’ll never understand how he wakes so quickly. “Need some help, love?” 

“Please,” Remus replies. 

Sirius makes a half-asleep sound of protest as he’s dragged away from you, James speaking to him in a low, amused voice. 

“Alright,” Remus murmurs, kissing your head again, “my turn.” 

He eases your head off of his chest, setting it gently on the pillow before getting out of bed. You mourn the warmth of his spot next to you. 

James is ready the fastest, back to press kisses to your pouty lips and soothe his big hands over your shoulders. “Do you want me to make you something for breakfast, lovie? If you get up now I’ll whip you up a fancy coffee.” 

“James,” Remus chides from the bathroom, “let her sleep.” 

James sighs but bends to mush loving kisses into your neck, murmuring nonsense at you all the while. 

“I know you don’t like the bathroom light on, but if you think about it, we’re the ones who have to endure it. Sirius is in there halfway to a temper tantrum because his hair won’t behave, and you’re here all warm and cozy in bed. You look terribly cute like this, do you know? It’s really cruel of you, it ought to be illegal, and if Sirius were awake enough to form a thought he’d agree with me.” His kisses turn ticklish, and James chuckles when you wriggle. “Really! I mean it, you don’t know how lucky you are getting to stay here in bed and looking so adorable. Remus is about to drive us to work, and Sirius is going to insist on laying down in the backseat and moaning about how much he misses you all the while, it’s terrible. I ought to take a picture of you to console him.” 

“Don’t,” you mumble. You find one of James’ hands with your own, dragging it underneath your pillow for safekeeping. 

James laughs again, and another chuckle joins him as Sirius comes out of the bathroom. 

“What’re you doing to her, you relentless pest? At least one of us should be allowed to sleep.” 

James makes a soft grunting sound as the bed dips. You don’t have to open your eyes to know Sirius has draped himself over his boyfriend’s shoulders. 

“Don’t worry, gorgeous, I’ll get him away from you,” Sirius promises. “Jamie, I require one of your fancy coffees.” 

“Me too,” says Remus from the bathroom. 

James succumbs to the weight of peer pressure and goes, and a short while later the bathroom light shuts off. Remus crouches by the bed, kissing you softly. 

“Sleep well,” he says, brushing some hair away from your face. “We’ll see you after our shift, dovey, okay?” 

You mumble out a response, already falling asleep again in the returned darkness of the bedroom. 

Remus’ thumb skims fondly over your cheek. “Love you too, sweetheart.” 

[amnesique]

Hi! Can you write a possessive Nick Leister imagine?

oh, mami — nicholas leister

the music was roaring in the speakers, people were whistling and cheering, so that the sound of the car wheels accelerating on the asphalt could barely be heard in all this chaos.

this is how one of the illegal car races was described. the car races where all the four gangs of the city used to be present, with the well-known son of a billionaire, nicholas leister, and the dangerous ronnie being the centre of the attention.

nicholas revved the engine, and the members of his gang, the red one, whistled for him once more.

you rolled your eyes, and fed up with the lead the leister young man had on your gang member, the blue ones, you placed your hands on the cheeks of another member of your gang and pulled him into a sensual kiss, just as the red car of that one rival passed by you, causing him to clench his jaw and lose his concentration. nicholas leister would never admit it, but he let you, a member of one of the opposing gangs, get under his skin.

you continued to kiss him and and cling onto his body, under the watchful eye of nicholas, who barely managed to get back on track, only after losing his lead.

his jaw was still clenched and he imagined how many ways he could kill the one you had the courage to kiss and touch him, as he pressed the accelerator without a second thought.

meanwhile, lion, his right hand, started yelling at him, cursing, trying anything, just to get his attention. and all in vain.

after all this time, the blue gang had managed to win a race with the famous leader of the red gang, and that was only because of you.

you pulled back, grinning satisfied with your plan, and walked away from the boy in front of you, walking away, not before giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder and a playful wink.

you took a walk by yourself where you knew you'd find a toilet, and after you got out of it, you were suddenly pulled and pressed against a wall by a much stronger and better-built body than yours, a man's body.

and before you could make any sound or see anything in the darkness that surrounded you, a hand made contact with your lips, blocking your cries from being heard.

the man you were glued to moved his mouth to your ears. "i don't think this was the smartest move on your part, what do you say?" he whispered to you.

at the sound of his voice you shuddered to the core and your toes curled involuntarily, feeling your knees weaker than they were minutes ago.

you knew that voice all too well.

when he realized you had no intention of yelling anymore, the man freed you and he took a few steps back, looking down on you due to the height difference.

"nick," you whispered his name in disbelief.

"in the flesh, love," he said, full of himself, and moved closer to you again, enough to put his hand on your waist and press lightly. "how did you allow that loser to kiss those lips that belong to me?" he asked you, his free hand casually touching your bottom lip.

you quickly turned your head, making him withdraw his hand. "i wear the blues bandana, nicholas. you have no right to mess with me."

he chuckled, amused by your remark, and glared at you. "that hasn't stopped me in the past," he began and moved his head to the area between your neck and collarbone, leaving soft wet kisses at the base of your neck, "and it won't stop me now either."

a faint sound, like a silent plea, left your lips as they felt his other hand on your waist as well.

"it should," you said in a weak voice, weighing the option of pouncing him and walking away from him or the option of begging him to make you feel pleasure again, as only he had managed to do.

he moved away from your neck, only to make a disapproving sound, then to moving from your neck to your lips, like a hungry lion getting its food after a long time.

you kissed him back far too quickly, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth, while you would've barely stayed on your feet if his hands on your waist hadn't held you against the wall behind you.

his kisses were maddening, knowing how to soften any girl just the way he wanted to, and you weren't the strongest fighter against those.

he broke away from your lips as quickly as he approached it, making space to give you both time to breathe as he lifted your legs up to wrap them around his body. "did he kissed you as well as i do?” he asked you, his breathing heavy.

you were silent, going crazy with the desire you felt, as your area was throbbing against his because of the position you were in, and you threw your head back, parting your lips.

"tell me," he whispered in a more serious tone, pressing you into that wall, against his hard chest, as you did with that guy. "did that loser manage to get you as wet as i do?"

"no," you murmured, way too fast, before you could stop yourself.

"what you said?" he asked mockingly as he slipped a hand over the space between his body and hers, fumbling with the button of the illegally short jeans you were wearing. "i don't think i heard you," he added, making his way under the fabric of your jeans to cover the area where you needed him the most through the material of your underwear.

you took a deep breath, bitting your bottom lip, and you could swear you could feel how he was getting harder and harder by any action you managed to do. "he couldn't get me as wet as you do," you managed to say, while his hands could feel you even better. in this case, you wouldn't have had a chance to lie to him.

"that's what i wanted to hear,” he said with a smirk on his lips and removed his hand as quickly as he suddenly put you down, you sighing involuntarily at the lack of your body being so close to him. "now," he said as you glared at him as deer in the headlights of his car, "i hope i don't have to make sure no one comes near you with my fists, because, love, you know very well that i'm capable of doing that too."

he walked past you, winking at you, letting you yearn for him, just like you had done before with that guy.

[fanfiction4sooya]

omg hiiiii i love ur writing sooo much! can i request a choerry smut? no specific requests, do what you like!

Sorry for taking so long and thank you for the request, love! 💖And Well, this idea of stalker sister in law Choerry is in my mind for ages now so I decided to write it down.

cw: stalking, illegal filming, choerry is way too mean, cursing, size kink, monster strap (10 inch), fingering, packing, implied hunter & prey dynamics, dubcon, cheating, hard tit play, reader loves pain, lots of hard biting, spitting, marking, spanking, scratching, etc. Not really proofread so if you see any mistakes... no you didn't.

Men and minors dni

It started lightly, her eyes scanning you a lot more than they should, her hand going to your hips every time she passed by you, her always following you with her eyes whenever you had someone else over, etc.

The thing is: Choerry is gorgeous, undeniably so. Her face and body are heaven made and that sly little smirk of her gets you all flustered anytime it's directed towards you. She always seemed to know something you didn't, but you really didn't know why.

So of course you felt guilt creeping up on you every time she did anything of provocative nature. You loved your brother and you wanted him happy and even though she was a menace, she did all that for him and you couldn't break the idea of a happy family from him like that, so you just remained silent and the farthest from her possible.

So much that he really thought you hated his wife so he'd always bug you about it.

"Come on, you two and mom are the most important people in my life" He leaned against the door frame of your bedroom, arms crossed under his chest. "Would you consider being nicer to her?" He asked, concern filling his eyes.

"I'm not being mean to her" You rolled your eyes at him.

"You are not being nice to her as well" He said, frustration evident on his voice. "She is trying, come on. Stop being so distant, give her a chance" He huffed and you sighed, scratching your forehead with your eyes closed. You knew he wouldn't budge. "we'll go to our anual family trip and this time promise me you'll be nice to her" He pleaded. He really loved her.

Oh you were such a bitch.

"Will you stop annoying me with that matter?" You said, looking up from your computer and he nodded.

"I swear to god I will!" He said, knowing you'd break any time soon.

"Okay, okay..." You said. "I'll be nice to her, I promise" He smiled pulling you up in a bear hug.

"Thanks sis, you are the best" He ran out of your room all smiley.

You took a deep breath, trying to fill your lungs with much needed oxygen.

"Nothing is going to happen, relax" You sat on your bed, trying to take your mind off of any possible dirty thought.

For your surprise, you wouldn't be attending the trip due to a important presentation that you needed to get ready for, much for your brother's disappointement (and your relief).

You didn't need the temptation of having Choerry provoking you with her little lewd acts, making you dream of her between your legs and all the other fucked up stuff one could possibly think of. You were away from her. You were safe.

The weekend came by quickly and without much fuss your family left, leaving you all alone for the next five days. You studied, ate a little and overall just rehearsed over and over until you couldn't anymore.

Looking at the time, it was already 7pm and you realized nothing more would enter your brain so you decided to just taker a shower and relax eating a pizza.

You put your order up, going straight to the shower.

The warm water hit your back, relaxing your tense muscles and creating a cozy enviroment for you to close your eyes for a moment and allowing you to finally think of the problem you avoided by not going on the family trip. She would be there to tempt you, to taunt you and haunt your dreams like a predator haunting it's prey.

She knew how much she affects you, you were sure of it; and still, she basked on the feeling of being rejected by you, on the way you avoid her gaze but goes completely silent whenever she touches your waist or say anything right by your ear...

Uncounsciously your hand slipped down between your legs, making you tremble when it touched your sensitive clit.

"Fuck" You muttered, feeling the slick between your folds. You circled your clit with your middle finger, eyes still closed in concentration thinking of her, torn between shame and arousal.

You moaned louder than the first few whimpers, realizing you could be loud all you wanted because you were by yourself; your free hand grabbed one of your boobs with brute force as an attempt to make yourself cum soon, since you had a pizza to get downstairs and you were so needy you needed to get off quickly.

Your hips jolted a bit, feeling your orgasm built in your belly; a string of moans and curses leaving your hips as you frantically circled your clit, squeezing your whole boob with your hand. You came hard, losing all strenght you had on your legs and sliding to the floor, pulsing and aching for more, almost crying in frustration. Jerking off wasn't enough anymore. You needed someone.

You needed her.

After a few minutes you went out of the shower, wrapping a towel over your body and one on your hair, humming something on the way to your room.

The scream you let out was loud, terrifying.

In your bed was her, sprawled out like a magazine cover, mindleslly scrolling through your phone on her side, wearing a plaid skirt and a tank top that barely covered her chest.

"W-what are you doing here?" You said . Not that you prefered her exactly, but she wasn't supposed to be in town and it was better her than a thief or a stalker inside your house.

"Oh, hello" She said, sitting down and crossing her legs. "Your brother didn't tell you, right?" She devilishly smiled, getting up. Her eyes scanned you up and down as she walked towards you, making you clutch your towel. "He planned for me to stay with you this weekend since you wouldn't attend the family trip" She put her hands behind her body, leaning closer to you. "He even called it a girl's weekend"

You were sure she could read your mind, but still you tried to reject her.

"I don't want you here" You said, gulping when her eyes got serious and that dangerous smile didn't leave her lips.

"Your brother told me you would be nice" She said between her teeth, her face getting closer to yours.

"I said that so he'd leave me alone" You said with your chin up, defying her, rejecting her so she'd leave. She smiled wider.

"Good" Choerry bit her lip, straightening her back. "I don't like nice girls" She said, turning around. "I'll wait for you downstairs so we can watch a movie"

"We are not-" You tried telling her but she was already gone. Huffing, you closed your eyes as you felt the wetness between your legs.

After cleaning yourself, you dressed your light purple pajamas you were planning on before your little visit decided to show up, not minding in putting underwear or a bra at all; If she was going to be there anyway, you'd rather be comfortable. It was your house and not hers.

Going downstairs you saw her sitting on the couch, already deciding on what you two were going to watch. She turned to you, and you swore to yourself you saw her eyes darkening as they roamed around your body, stopping on your tits.

"Stop staring at me" You said, sitting on the other side of the couch and she raised her eyebrows.

"Why?" She simply asked in an amused tone.

"You make me uncomfortable" Grabbing a pillow to hug closer to your chest, you tucked your legs under your body as to hide from her predatory gaze.

She didn't say a thing, choosing the movie without asking you anything at all. She chose The Handmaiden and you didn't complain, you were dying to watch that movie and well, you didn't know she chose it for a very specific reason...

🌸🌸.

The air felt dense when that part of the movie came up, catching you by surprise. You didn't move and were barely breathing, scared she could feel how aroused you were. Contrary to what you've thought, she couldn't read your mind but your body language; your shallow breaths and the way your hand clung to the pillow while you squeezed your legs so so lightly it was almost impossible to get anything from that stimulation alone. In the movie the two protagonists were panting, moaning, screaming and-

The doorbell.

You quickly got up, running for your life like a deer on a dark road. It was the pizza guy. You got so caught up in avoiding your brother's wife you didn't even remember you had orderd pizza almost an hour ago. "Hi, I'm sorry for making you wait for so long" He said, apologetic. "My bike broke down in a place with really bad phone service" He scratched his head with his free hand.

"Oh, no problem at all" You smiled at him, feeling bad. "It happens" You shrugged.

"Here, take it" He said. "It's on the house" Blinking at you, he got a bit closer to give you the pizza. His eyes quickly scanned the cotton pajamas that clunged to your body, almost too revealing.

"What?" You grabbed the box. "No, let me pay you-" You were about to say as Choerry appeared right behind you, her body felt bigger as she leaned on the door frame.

"Take your money and leave" She threw cash at him with one hand, pulling you into her with the other, a yelp leaving your lips. "She is not interested" The guy frowned.

"My bad, I didn't know she was taken" He raised his hands and she scoffed.

"But she is, now fuck off" She closed the door on his face after pulling you out of the way. Your knees buckled with the feeling of her possessiveness over you, with her warm hand around your waist and her heavy breath on your ear.

"I'm not taken and get away from me" You sounded so unsure she scoffed.

"Why?" Her nails sunk on your tummy over your pajama top and you shivered. "Are you afraid you might do something you'll regret later?" She whispered, her breath fanning over your neck and you rolled your eyes as arousal hit you like a bullet.

You pulled yourself from her, going to the kitchen to put the pizza there and to get away from that vile creature. Choerry smiled, the thrill of chasing you getting her so wet she could feel her panties dampening.

The raven haired woman followed you to the kitchen; her steps precise, stopping right behind your body and pressing you against the counter. You felt something hard poking your ass, making you panic a little.

"What-" You started saying but you felt her firm hands grab your breasts as if they were made of plastic. Rough, needy and raw. "You are hurting me" You whimpered but you both knew it wasn't a whimper of pain. Far from that, to be precise.

"I know you like it when it hurts" She panted, biting on your neck with force as well and you trembled, a full moan slipping off of your pretty lips. "I've seen it over and over" Her hips kept a grinding motion over your ass, gropping and biting you all over.

"Please, stop..." Your lips said, but your mind kept screaming that you needed her. "My brother..."

"Your brother won't ever know I fuck his littler sister because she is a little pain slut who can't seem to get of properly by herself" She said in a mischievous tone, sucking dark spots on your neck while moaning on your ear. "You sounded so good today in the shower, fuck" She sucked a dark spot on your neck, almost growling onto your ear. "I am going to watch it again when I'm by myself"

You froze.

How did she know about the shower? Watch it again? Did she record you?

Pushing her away, you tried to run but your wobbly legs wouldn't let you go far and you fell face first on the living room's carpet.

"Yes, little one" She pulled you by the hair with so much force it lifted your face from the carpet. "Run from me as much as you possibily can" She gropped a fistfull of your ass and you moaned, tears pooling on your eyes. She turned your body around, locking your wrists above your head and straddling your waist.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked but she forcibly kissed you, biting your lower lip and making you whimper loudly. "God, f-fuck" It was all you managed to say when she kissed down your neck.

"I am doing this because it is what you want me to do" She held your cheeks between her fingers as you panted, trying to close your legs so she wouldn't find the wet spot in your shorts. "This cat and mouse game trying to keep me away only made me want you more and you know it"

She kissed you again, a hand squeezing down your neck and the other going down inside your shorts as your eyes rolled far back. She hissed when fingers found your folds covered in slick, and you moaned, squeezing her muscular arm as two fingers invaded you in one go.

"You don't want me touching you here, right?" She asked and you shook your head no, eyes closing in pleasure due to her fingers curling inside you and her other hand chocking you. "Lying whore" The hand that previously squeezed your neck slapped your breast so hard you almost came, your pussy clenching on her fingers.

She took her fingers off of you, both hands pulling the straps of your top so roughly they broke. She smiled.

"I always knew your breasts were sensitive, little mouse" She gropped them, pulling your nipples with blunt force. You screamed. That was too much, too much... and you wanted her to keep going, mind hazy with lustful thoughts, your poor brother long forgotten. "I like to watch you when you touch yourself because you always squeeze them to try getting off but it's too little for you, huh?"

"Please Choerry, please" Tears slid beautifully from your eyes as she slapped your bare breasts, each smack harder. Your skin was on fire and you were loving every single second of it.

She did it about 4 times each and you didn't even realize you were cumming all over your light purple shorts, the material getting dark all over the surface your arousal could reach.

You were trembling, shaking, crying, all at the same time. Your neck all marked up in darkening spots, tits burning and pulsing, pussy clenching around nothing... you were a mess. And she was yet to fuck you. Pulling you up as if you were nothing but a rag doll she lifted your ass up, forcing your face down. You tried to run again, and she scoffed, pulling you by the hair.

"Now that you know I like chasing you, you'll keep doing it right?" She pulled your shorts down, letting go of your hair to pull your ripped top over your head too, leaving you completely naked and ready for her to take. "Look" She made you kneel by her side as she did the same, lifiting her skirt up to show you the big strap she was packing.

"It's too big" You pulsed when her eyes glimmered.

"You'll make it fit" She grabbed you by the hair. "Now suck" She pulled your face down roughly, your lips finding the tip of that grotescally huge thing.

It was at least 10 inches and girthy, so much that your cheeks were puffed as you tried pushing your face lower. Choerry held you by the hair, not moving her hips, but her eyes were on your pretty lips wrapped around her cock, drooling on her lap and thighs, making a mess.

"Fucking slut..." She growled when you gagged, not able to put it all in your mouth. "I've been wanting to do this for so long" She pushed your head further down and you gagged again, your pussy dripping on the carpet. She pulled you off of the faux cock, immediately kissing your plump lips as you tried your best to breathe.

"You are going to take me so well" Her kisses descended from your lips to your chest area that were covered in your drool, as you tangled your hands on her locks. Licking your nipples she let out a moan of satisfaction when her eyes found the dark spots on your neck.

It seemed like she knew you with the back of her hand as you felt her teeth envelope your nipple, biting and tugging with precise force to make you cry out.

"Oh my god, oh m-" You whinced when she did the same with the other, slapping the one she just bit.

"Fuck baby" She turned you around, pushing your head down again. "Will you let me do as I please?" She said on your ear, her fingers grabbing the skin of your ribs and tugging at it to bring you pain and mark you on the process.

"No" You said and she slapped there, making you yelp.

"I will use you anyway, you slut" She said, spitting on the fake thing. You shook your head no but she was already positioned behind you, sweat dripping from her face. "Look at this little whore hole" She plucked two fingers inside of your pussy, panting in anticipation, smearing your wetness all over her fake shaft.

It was so girthy it was hard to wrap her fingers around it and she smiled. Oh you were going to take her so well.

"Your pussy is so little, fuck..." She tapped your slit with it and you moaned, grabbing the carpet under you as to try bracing yourself.

But well, nothing could have prepared you for the amount of pressure and pain a 10 inch dildo could bring. She was only halfway in but it was already too much.

"Please, it hurts" You rolled your eyes far back in your skull and she smiled.

"Do you like it?" Choerry said, slapping your ass with bruising force.

You wanted to say no. You wanted to push her away and run far from her. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it. You loved it. The feeling of being used, your little holes being filled with something so big and heavy... it all made you tremble with desire.

"Y-yes" You cried out when she pushed one more inch inside, almost all in. "please, use me" You said, biting the back of your hand, drooling all over it as tears escaped from your eyes.

"Oh, my little pain slut" She pulled you up by the hair, sliding the rest of the dildo inside of you. The moan you released was gutural, deep. It was almost splitting you in half but if she told you to take a few more inches you would. For her you would.

You felt pride cursing through your veins like a snake's venom. You could take it, all of it.

Oh you were so aroused.

Choerry bit your shoulder, tugging at one of your nipples as her other hand held your hips very firmly, nails digging deep in your flesh. She moved her hips and you immediately started shaking, feeling the tip hit so deep you were sure it would be hard to sit and to stand as well the other day.

Her hips took off, her hand tangled in your hair near the scalp almost making your whole body bend backwards as she kept biting and licking your back and neck.

"I bought this especially for you" She grunted due to the force of her thrusts, her eyes also rolling back due to the pleasure of fucking you coursing through her veins. "I watch you every single night, do you know that?"

You were listening but you couldn't process anything correctly. Your brain focusing only on the pain and pleasure of being used, on her hand going to your lower tummy to press there and make you cry out even harder.

"I saw you push almost your whole hand inside of this needy pussy of yours and you gave me the idea of buying this huge thing" She slapped your ass, holding both sides of your hips hard enough to break the skin. You babbled, eyes rolling back as your upper body fell down on the carpet, your body shaking. "You fucking whore, you love the ideia of big things inside you, huh?"

She turned you around, not taking the big cock off of you. Your eyes were red and puffy and you looked beautifully fucked out already.

She forced your mouth open, spitting inside to then slap your cheek. Your boobs kept bouncing with each hard thrust and Choerry gave you a wicked smile, grabbing them with might.

"You are creaming, god" She said between moans. "You'll be mine from now on" Lifting your hips to meet her thrusts, she kept pulling you down to impale you in the 10 inch dildo, holding her own orgasm so she could release at the same time as you.

"Choerry, please" You cried out. "F-feels too good, fuck" You thought you were about to lose counsciousness, feeling your body go limp as your eyes were almost shut, but she didn't stop there.

Choerry gropped and tugged harder on your nipples, fully pulling you back to earth. You screamed for her to not stop, pleading for her touch that hurt and burned and yet you wanted more.

"Cum for me" She spat, fake cock deep inside of you and so you did as your whole body tensed up, shaking as your muscles battled against each other.

Her orgasm hit her hard as well, wetting the leather harness and making her whole body shake as she pulled you closer to her embrace to lick and bite you. She closed her eyes for a moment to appreciate that. Her number one obsession was right there in her arms, passed out due to how good she made her feel, a panting wreck.

She let go of you, pulling the dildo out of your slit to slip off the harness. You could barely keep your eyes open but you saw her lean back to pull her damp panties aside, fingers pressing against her slit until she pushed past the entrance, slightly hissing. Gathering her juices on her fingers she pulled them out, bringing them to your lips.

"Suck" She said and you, entranced by that absolutly insane woman, did exactly as she told you. Eagerly sucking on her fingers, eyes hazy and body still twithcing from the force of your orgasm. She pulled her fingers from your mouth to replace them with her tongue, humming in appreciation at her own taste.

"You are mine, do you understand?" She whispered, lips hovering over yours. You closed your eyes in shame and she held you by the neck, squeezing it. "Tell me you are mine, or else I don't know what I might do to you" She bit your neck and your pussy clenched, eyes rolling far back.

"I am yours" You hushed against her lips, a lonely tear escaping your right eye.

"Yes you are" She tapped your face with her fingers, getting up to watch your pussy as it leaked and clenched, still stretched out because of the huge dildo she shoved inside of you.

You saw her eyes darken, her raven hair falling in beautiful cascades around her perky tits.

"If you liked this monster cock I'm sure you'll love my fist all up in your pussy, pretty slut" She bit her lip and you eagerly nodded. "Oh you are so perfect for me..." She said, before shoving three fingers inside you to prepare your slit for her fist.

[dixons-sunshine]

Saw your birthday post and I’m here to say dad!daryl especially during pregnancy would be act like a caveman. You’re growing his child? He’s hunting for a mounting of food (more specifically animals especially deer) and presenting them to you like he’s at an altar. You want something. He’s already got it. Craving something that’s lots to the old world? Don’t worry he’ll do his best and if not he’ll find a suitable replacement. Dad!daryl would do anything for you already, and now you’re with his child… you really get to see how far he’d go.

Let’s not mention if you were ever in a position where he thinks you’d be in danger because he’s animalistic ensuring that you and his baby are okay.

Thank you for listening to my ted talk

Also happy early birthday!!

No because I think about this on a daily basis. You'd think I'm lying but I'm not. The amount of times I think of Daryl as a dad should be illegal lol. My own thoughts under the cut. (Sorry this isn't a proper fic. I didn't know how to write this in a way that would be in a way you deserve, but I loved this so much and didn't want this to go to waste, so I'm doing this. Hope it's okay!)

Basically everything you said is so freaking true. As far as I'm aware, aka on what I've seen in movies and what my mom has told me, the correct meat is an essential part to a pregnant woman's diet. Oh, boy, once you're pregnant and the doctor says that you need protein? You be rest assured that Daryl is not resting until he finds you the best goddamn venison he can. No rabbit or squirrel meat for the love of his life and his unborn baby. Y'all deserve only the best. He'd even fight tooth and nail if he could only find a small deer and there wouldn't be enough venison for everyone in the community and everyone wanted some. You needed it more than they did, and he'd hold someone at gunpoint if he needed to.

I've also wondered a lot about Daryl finding whatever you're craving. A few nights ago, I was really craving chips (fries) but I couldn't go buy any, so I had to make my own. While making it (at 3am if I may add) I thought about Daryl making you what you're craving during your pregnancy. If he can't find what you're craving outside the walls, he's gonna try his damn best to make it. Fries? He's picking potatoes out of the community's garden to make you that. You want a sandwich? He's gonna make you a sandwich. You want some crisps (chips)? He can't make it, but he's not gonna rest until he finds you some. It may be stale, but he doesn't care. Anything for you.

I've seen a couple of videos where the guy stands behind his pregnant partner and raises their belly to relieve some pressure. Daryl would do that! I read it in my favourite dad!Daryl series (Blood Ties by @celtic-crossbow. If you haven't read it yet, I highly recommend it!) and I was like “yes, he would totally do that!” Anything that would help make you even the slightest bit more comfortable, he'd do it. Also, I feel like it would bring a sense of comfort to him when he does that. It'd make him feel more connected with his baby before they're born, y'know?

Don't even get me started on Daryl being extremely overprotective of you. He doesn't want you to be in any sort of danger in general, but the need to keep you safe when you're carrying his baby increases by a tenfold. Your escapades beyond the walls are put on a hold for the foreseeable future. Anything you need beyond the walls, he'll get it for you. And if you don't want him to leave you, he'll get someone else to do it for him. He wouldn't ever let you willingly put yourself in danger, and if you ever were in danger, the people responsible for it would pay dearly.

I have a lot of thoughts on this but my brain isn't working with me right now. Thank you so much for sending this in! I really loved this so much.

[roosterr]

firewatch | day 04

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john price x gn!reader wc; 4.6k summary; maybe you shouldn't complain about having nothing to do, or some idiot tourists will change that

haha yeah it's been three months, whoopsie. started hating writing for a while there, but i'm better now lol. pls enjoy, this series is a labour of love 💕

you severely underestimated how fucking tedious this would be.

honestly, you thought you could handle it. all you have to do is look out the window, take note of the weather every now and then, fuck around for the rest of the day, then rinse and repeat for a few months – and you're getting paid, to top it all off.

sounds easy enough.

you look outside, no smoke. you check the weather, it's sunny. two hours later, no smoke and not a cloud in the sky. six hours later, still no smoke, and, would you believe it, it's still clear blue skies and suddenly three days have gone by and somehow you're going stir crazy in the middle of a beautiful state park where most people would go to cure their cabin fever.

it's one thing to be left completely alone with your thoughts for months and months on end, but when you're so adamant about avoiding said thoughts, it turns out there really isn't much else to do.

john was right then, you suppose. people only ever take this job if there's something wrong with them.

well, you weren't completely alone. you take a sip of your tea, lukewarm by now, and turn your eyes to the radio next to you. john isn't bad company, truthfully he's probably the only reason you haven't gone completely insane yet. it makes you wonder how he possibly does this every year, with no other–

"fuckin' hell, is that fireworks?"

john's sudden exclamation startles you mid-sip of your tea, a fit of coughs wracking your body when you accidentally inhale some. you're about to scold him for scaring the shit out of you, but his voice comes through the radio again before you can start.

"out your west window, have a look." he grumbles, low and irritated.

you twist your neck to look, wiping the remnants of your tea from your face with one hand as the other puts the mug down on your desk. your eyes narrow at the sight of the colourful sparks and smoke in the air. "shit, i see them. that's super illegal, right?"

"illegal, and just flat out stupid." john replies, the frustration in his voice rumbling even deeper than usual. "you're gonna need to get down there and stop 'em."

"is…" you blink as another firework explodes above the treeline, "...is that really my job?"

you hear him huff on the other end. "your job is whatever i say it is, rookie. no rangers nearby to call, it's just you'n me out 'ere."

"great." you mumble dryly, casting a mournful glance at the half empty mug of tea sitting on your desk. "so, what do i do? kick their asses?"

"if ya like," john replies in a chuckle, "just make sure they won't come back, and confiscate the fireworks."

"aye aye, captain." you raise your hand in a mock salute entirely for your own amusement, and though he doesn't respond, you hear the click of his radio and an intake of breath as if he wanted to say something, but changed his mind. you shake off his odd reaction and turn away to look over your fire finder at the various trails and paths. "so… how do i get down to the lake?"

"the trail north of your tower should take you." he says, prompting you to pull out your own map and quickly make a note of the trail he mentioned. it looked straightforward enough, a slightly meandering path through the forest leading to the clearing around the lake. "there's a shale slide along the way, so grab some rope. should be in one of your boxes."

your gaze finds said boxes exactly where you'd left them on the floor beside your desk, partially unpacked but still mostly untouched. you sigh and get on your knees, cursing your previous laziness as you rummage through them one by one. it's a mess of random supplies; a few boxes of matches, a candle or three, an old lamp that looks like something a coal miner would use, even a few rat traps that you keep a mental note of for future reference.

"got it." you announce, only a minute or two of searching later, standing again as you hook one of the clips onto your belt loop and let the rope coil hang there. "so you know this park pretty well, huh?"

john hums in agreement, and in the background you hear something that sounds like the door opening and closing, and then the buzz of the wind under his words. "this area, yeah. been doin' this quite a few years now. plus, i'm the one who drops off supplies at your tower."

"oh, so that's your handwriting on the boxes?" you grin, looking back at the boxes that still lay strewn across your floor as you grab your light bag and head out of your own tower. "maybe you should work on that. shit's barely legible."

"i'll make a note." he chuckles, and the conversation between you paired with the lovely scenery as you descend the stairs almost lets you forget about the reason you're going out in the first place.

unfortunately, your reprieve is interrupted by the echo of another firework in the distance, louder now that you're outside. the colourful sparks are still half visible over the treetops against the late afternoon sky, and you frown at the display.

you find the trail to the lake fairly easily, and cast a glance over at john's tower before it's blocked by the trees, just as yet another bang scares the birds.

you scoff as you watch them fly away, narrowing your eyes at the faint traces of smoke still visible in the sky. "can you hear those from over there?"

"just about." john answers, an amused kind of suspicion is his voice. "why?"

"oh, no reason. but if you happen to hear any screaming, do me a favour and ignore it." you try to disguise the grin in your voice, but you can't help the laugh that slips out when your heart john's rumbling chuckle through the radio.

"i'll tell the police it must've been the foxes."

another airy laugh escapes you at his words. john does seem to have a way of improving your mood, even when it had been decidedly soured by the morons threatening to set the forest alight. and, honestly, it’s difficult to stay annoyed when you’re surrounded by shafts of golden afternoon sun breaking through the canopy of leaves, and the soft rustling of the breeze through the branches. 

the forest feels almost dream-like in this light.

you’d mostly stuck to the southern trails on the handful of walks you’ve taken over the last couple days, taking to avoiding the lake since john told you it was somewhat of a tourist hotspot. it’ll be nice to see a new area of the park, you think, even if you’re only going there to yell at some people.

a twig snaps ahead, just off the path in the underbrush to your right, and you pause.

a dear trots into the patch of sunlight that falls through the trees to the centre of the worn trail, and it pauses too. you stare at it, and it’s deep black eye stares right back. it’s beautiful, you can just about think to yourself, your awe keeping you frozen in place.

and then, just as quickly as it had appeared, it’s gone.

"woah." you murmur, still gazing at where it disappeared into the trees. a smile pulls at the corners of your lips as you click the button on your radio again. "a huge deer just crossed the path in front of me."

a moment passes before john answers, a hint of a teasing laugh on his breath. "they do live out here, love."

you click your tongue, rolling your eyes to yourself as you step over a branch to begin walking again. "alright smartass, some of us don't spend ninety percent of our lives in the middle of the woods."

"i'd say it's more like sixty." he chuckles in response, wiping the faux annoyance from your face with ease. "what did it's antlers look like?"

you quirk an eyebrow and cast a look back over your shoulder at the trees where the deer had gone, but the point of his question still flies over your head. "uh, normal?"

another rumbling chuckle comes through the static before john adds, "which way did they point?"

"oh…" you hum, sidestepping a leafy shrub growing over the path as you think. "to the sides? like, outwards, I guess?"

"probably an elk then, not a deer."

you smile, somewhat impressed, but you're not exactly surprised. for whatever reason, john does seem like the type to know that kind of thing. "that's actually pretty cool. how’d you know that?"

"the informative poster provided by the park, which i understand is in both of our towers." he replies, a sense of smug amusement lifting his voice, which earns another eye roll from you that he'll never see.

"right, right. i definitely read that…" you mutter, which earns you a lighthearted scoff from john.

"did you at least read the one about the poisonous plants ‘round here?" he adds, and you grimace stepping over a ditch in the trail because, well, you know you should've, but there's only your own laziness to blame for ignoring it.

you clear your throat, stifling your grin as you answer in a decidedly unconvincing tone, "...yes–"

"christ alive…"

"–but, just to be safe, i'm not gonna touch any plants, so i don't have to worry." you continue – and as if on cue, a tall nettle waves in the breeze into your path, and you're only narrowly able to dodge it before it can brush your skin. you tut at the plant, like it can understand you, and it almost feels as if the park itself wanted to prove you wrong.

you'll keep that close call to yourself, you decide. what john doesn't know can't hurt him, right?

"i'm gettin' grey hairs talkin' to you." john mutters, and you can so clearly picture the disappointed shake of his head that no doubt accompanied his reply.

"you don't already have grey hairs?" you tease, unable to stop the laugh that comes through your words.

"oi, i'm not that old!"

"i know, i know," you chuckle, "but you do sound like a guy who's smoked a pack a day for twenty years."

"more of a cigar man, myself." he pauses, and you can hear the wind pick up in the background when he doesn't take his finger off the button. "not a habit you can keep up out here though, unfortunately."

"you could if you wanted, then we'd both have a fire to watch." you reply, your smile easy now, like you're talking to an old friend rather than someone you met three days ago.

"you're full of good ideas, aren't ya?"

the conversation dies down again after that, a comfortable atmosphere replacing it. the sun has gotten slightly lower in the sky since you'd started walking, and while it wasn't getting dark yet, it would be soon. wandering around the forest at night was possibly the last thing you wanted to be doing, so you'd better hurry this up.

thankfully you're not walking for much longer before you come to a break in the trees. the trodden path you'd been following gives way to the rocky ground, and just ahead you can see the sudden drop off that you assume must be what you're looking for.

you come to a stop at the edge, and gaze down at the steep descent in front of you.

"hey, i found the slope." you announce, clicking the talk-lock button on your radio so your hands are free to start unfurling the rope. your eyes drift to the slope despite how hard you try to keep them on what your hands are doing, and a spark of anxiety shoots through you as you look over it. "am i really going down this?"

"unless you wanna take the long way."

"i don't… but that's gotta be, like, a fifteen foot drop." you grimace at the sharp stones making up the ground below, your hands twirling the rope nervously between them. suddenly you weren't feeling so confident about this.

"that steep?" he sounds surprised when he asks, maybe even slightly concerned. "s'been a while since i've gone that way, must've had a landslide at some point…"

you seriously would've preferred he kept that thought to himself, because now there's an undeniable feeling, right at the forefront of your mind, that this was not going to end well for you.

"landslide. right." you murmur flatly. "that doesn't fill me with optimism."

if john's at all worried about this like you are, he does a fantastic job of hiding it. his voice is unshakably confident when he responds, "you'll be fine, just make sure your clips are tightened."

you sigh, hesitant to continue, but proceed to tie one end of the rope and loop it into the clip on the anchor point just before the drop off – a sturdy looking rock that you sincerely hope isn't going anywhere – and internally you debate over just cutting your losses and turning back, but considering how high the fire risk is right now, there's no way your conscience will let you delay getting to the lake.

you sigh, giving the rope an experimental tug to make sure it really is secure, which it does appear to be, before throwing the rest of it down the slope.

you really don't want to do this, but unfortunately, you really have to.

"alright, i'm going down. if i die it's your fault." you grumble, hearing a muffled chuckle from john as you take the rope firmly in both hands and tread backwards over the edge of the slope.

you only get two steps from the top before you hear the rope creak. the sound brings the taste of bile to the back of your throat, but you do your best to swallow it down. it's probably an old rope, a weird noise doesn't mean anything – it's the same as the noises your tower makes, right? old things creak, that's just what they do. no need to panic.

it's not like you have much of a choice. you're already suspended by it, and there's no turning back now. your palms start to sweat.

"don't do that." you scold the twine under your breath, willing the inanimate object to hear you. "don't make weird noises."

one more step and the rope creaks again, much louder this time and significantly more worrying. it sends a cold bolt of panic up your spine that you don't get to react to before you hear the unmistakable sound of fibres snapping. "wait– no no no no–!"

you vaguely hear john call your name, but it's muffled by your cut off shout as the rope snaps in half and sends you free-falling down the slope.

time seems to slow as you watch the rest of your rope get further away, your wide eyes meeting the vast blue of the sky above with only one thought on your mind.

this is gonna hurt.

a heavy thud reverberates through your skull when you hit the ground. hard. the impact knocks the air from your lungs and forces a strained whine from your lips. jagged stones dig into your skin through your clothes, only adding to the pain already radiating from your upper back.

john calls your name again, his voice a little more frantic this time, you note through the pain fogging your mind. "sitrep– uh, talk to me, what's happened?"

"ugh, shit…" another groan leaves your chest as you push yourself up onto your elbows, attempting to blink away the dark spots that float in your vision. "my fucking rope snapped. fell down the slope…"

"shit." he hisses. "you broken?"

"what? no," you mutter through a deep intake of breath, finally gathering the strength to sit up fully with a hand attempting to soothe the ache between your shoulders, but it doesn't do much to help. "my back just really fuckin' hurts…"

"right…" he murmurs, letting the silence hang between you for a moment too long before continuing. "the rope snapped?"

"yeah… made some fucked up noises and then broke clean in two." you send a withering glare to the other end of your rope, still hanging tauntingly from the top of the slope with a distinct air of mockery you didn't know an inanimate object could be capable of giving off.

standing requires a lot more energy than you currently have in you, but the distant sound of a firework reminds you again why you're even out here – so with a laboured grunt, you push yourself upright through the sharp ache in your back and brace yourself on your knees as your vision spins.

you hear john sigh absently over the wind on his end. "i'm sorry, this is my fault. i should'a checked the supplies 'fore i dropped 'em off at ya tower, i would'a noticed–"

"john, hey, it's fine, okay?" you interrupt his rambling before he can get too far into his own head, and frown to yourself. "but i'm not getting back to my tower that way…"

"there's– there's another path back, from the lake." his voice is quieter than usual, and he stumbles over his words – something so incredibly unlike him, it has you on edge from such a small change.

you hum, looking back up at the other end of your rope with a disdainful sigh as you brush the rest of the gravel from your pants. "as long as there's no more abseiling, i think that'll work."

john doesn't say anything more, which has you concerned, but you decide not to push it. he's clearly cut up about what happened, even if you don't completely get why, and you get the impression that moving on from the subject would be best for both of you.

the way the small valley is shaped leads you easily to the continuation of the trail, and before long the rocky ground gives way again to softer forest floor. you find yourself in another larger clearing, open enough that you can see ahead where the path disappears between more rocks and overgrown shrubbery. the lake must be nearby now, you think, because the distant sound of voices reaches your ears periodically on the wind.

the radio silence from john lingers in the air, heavy and stifling despite the great distance between you. the solitude leaves you with your thoughts, wondering why he was acting so responsible for something so beyond both of your control, and though you've resolved to leave the topic alone, you really can't seem to stop thinking about it.

another bang of a firework echoes around the clearing and you regret complaining about the tedium of the last few days. this was not what you wanted.

you drag your aching body across the rest of the clearing and brush a low-hanging branch out of your way as you make your way through the overgrowth between you and the lake. a clunking sound catches your attention, and you turn your gaze downwards to an empty beer can, followed by another further down path, then a few more, and a few more.

"holy shit, what is wrong with these people…" you mutter through gritted teeth, crouching down to gather as many as you can into your bag as you go – with only a short grumble at the pain it causes your back.

with a deeply exasperated sigh, you sling your bag back over your shoulder just as you come to the end of the trail and the bushes give way to the clearing of the lake. there's a small, raised island in the centre, where you can see the group lounging by the water with their music turned all the way up.

god, could these people get any more obnoxious?

you take a second to steel yourself, because this was not going to be easy, before cupping your hands around your mouth and shouting, "hey!"

they ignore you. of course they do.

"hey!" you yell louder this time, and thankfully they acknowledge you by finally turning off their music and glaring at you from their perch. you're probably supposed to handle situations like this with decorum, but as a result of the last hour or so your patience has worn incredibly thin, and you really can't find it in you to care. "fireworks? really? are you guys completely fucking stupid?"

they scoff and look incredulously between each other, before who you assume to be the ringleader yells back, "what the hell is your problem?"

"yeah, it's a free country!" one of the others adds.

"that's not how that works…" you sigh to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose and willing yourself to keep at least some modicum of composure. "you kids better get the fuck outta here! right now!"

they scoff again, and pointedly turn away from you. good god, the urge to throw rocks at them was getting harder and harder to fight.

"ignore them, it's just some random fucking loser creeping on teenagers…" the ringleaders comment is only just audible from where you're standing, but you do hear it, and it only serves to fuel your temper.

"what? no, i'm–" you falter for a split second, debating the consequences of the lie you're about to tell, but the side of you that just wants these idiots out of your life wins over fairly easily. "i'm a park ranger! and if you don't leave now, i can guarantee the cops are gonna be waiting for you when you do!"

a beat of silences passes, before they begin to mutter amongst themselves.

"oh shit… are they for real?"

"i don't care dude, i can't get arrested again, my parents would kill me!"

"let's just get outta here, this is freaking me out…"

you fold your arms tightly over your chest and watch them scuttle to gather their things with a scowl. they collectively send you one last withering look, which you readily mirror, before they wade back into the lake and swim across to the bank on your left.

"fucking finally…" your gaze follows them until they weave between the trees and you can no longer see them. with a tired sigh, you bring up your radio and move to check where they disappeared to as you update john. "hey, they're gone."

there's a moment before john replies, sounding not quite as downtrodden as he was earlier, which you take as a good sign. "yeah? how'd it go?"

"i hope they drown." you grumble in response.

he laughs, genuine and deep, and you feel your lingering annoyance melting away with the sound. "let's hope they won't come back."

"are you…" you clear your throat, weaving your way between trees and bushes. "are you okay? about earlier, i mean?"

"yeah, i'm– i'm fine." john answers quickly, and you get the strong feeling that he's deflecting when he continues, "let's just get you back to your tower, eh?".

"and far away from these fucking tourists…" you mutter, which earns you another light chuckle from him. just the memory of them has you cringing as you brush through a few bushes. "completely unrelated question, but would i get in trouble if i, hypothetically, lied about being a park ranger?"

"hypothetically, i reckon we could keep that between me and you."

a small grin finds its way onto your face, just as you reach where you assume those kids had been camping. there's more empty cans scattered by the worn dirt track, which you gather up with a string of curses under your breath.

following the trail of litter as you round the trees, the first thing that meets your eyes is the remains of their campfire, still smouldering and glowing orange in the evening shadows.

"idiots lit a campfire, too." you seethe, sharply kicking dirt over the embers until you're sure it's out. "the fire risk is colour-coded for assholes like them, and somehow it still went over their heads…"

john sighs. "don't think too much about it. knobheads like that wouldn't get it if it smacked 'em in the face."

"who knows? maybe one of these days i will." you're only half joking, but the smile must come across in your voice because john's rumbling chuckle follows again.

"right, and when they ask 'how on earth d'you get fired from a job where all you do is sit on your arse all day', what're you gonna tell 'em?"

"that i beat up some dumb kids and saved the park from being burnt to a crisp?" you grin, starting in the direction you vaguely remember another trail ending, but a glint of light catches your attention from the corner of your eye.

you crouch down, and forgotten behind the bush is a half empty bottle of cheap whiskey. nice.

you slip it into your bag and call it the service charge.

"i think the coppers'll be more concerned with the first bit." john quips. you laugh through the twinge of pain as you stand again, and hope he doesn't notice.

"that's their problem. i'll be the people's hero." you say, earning a other deep chuckle that grows a light feeling in your chest. you get a few more strides up the path before coming across a trail sign with a spoke for fire lookout seven, and tell john, "hey, i found the sign for my tower, so i'm heading that way."

"good. that way's a bit more of a hike, but it's shorter, so you should be home in time for dinner." 

"perfect. can't wait to get back to my room temperature tea." you reply, with a trace of sarcasm that you're sure is only just noticeable.

john breathes a short chuckle, before his voice turns slightly more serious. "how's your back, anyway?"

"fucking hurts, but i'll get over it." you answer, and the moment silence that follows has you wishing you'd just said fine. it had slipped your mind how odd john was being about your fall, and though you want to find out why, you get the impression that questioning him about it wouldn't get you anywhere.

he clears his throat uncomfortably. "...sorry, again. it was my fault you fell."

you frown in concern when he apologises, again, and do your best to ease his mind. "don't worry about it, alright? i didn't even fall that far, i was already, like, halfway down."

he doesn't have to know that was a lie.

"still, it shouldn't've happened in the first place." he replies, still sounding rather pitiful despite your efforts.

"i'm being dramatic. it's really fine, john." you try to keep your words light, to convey that you really don't blame him, and he shouldn't either, but he simply hums in response.

"if you say so."

"well, y'know how you can make it up to me?" you let another smile creep into your voice when another idea comes to you.

"how's that?" he takes the bait, some form of amusement present rather than the cynicism from before.

"you can tell me some of your war stories," you can sense his hesitation through the radio, but you press further with a more lighthearted tone, "the cool shit, like how mission impossible is based on your life or whatever."

"well, i'm no tom cruise, but i was at the piccadilly bombin', back in twenty-nineteen." john replies, a hint of smugness behind his words that you don't even register through the shock that stops you in your tracks.

"holy shit, what?"

[imagine-lcorp]

Having Arachnid Powers and Dating Lena Luthor Would Include...

Request

@sandwichitodemilanesa could you please write what would include dating lena, being a kind of spider woman? probably have gotten your power because of Lena's dad or brother experiments to make a superhuman but now you're trying to be a super friend and save the world . thanks  you so much <3

A/N: Hello y'all, sorry for being MIA, honestly adulthood is kinda sucking my soul, but as I've said before I'm still around. This time doing this little piece that was such fun honestly, also I love sandiwichitos de milanesa so I just couldn't ignore it. Thank you so much for the request and I hope you enjoy it! <3

Lena Luthor x Superhero Fem!R/Arachnid Powers/Word Count: 1,388

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Your story starting the first time Lena ever saw you, you were on the news, stopping a bank robbery.

You were using nothing but a black hoodie, grey pants, a ski mask, and a pair of worn out shoes, and had disappeared before Supergirl could arrive.

The cameras spotted you swinging your way out through the building of National City, using what at first she imagined were hook-shots.

Like the rest of the city, she started seeing you more often on the news with growing curiosity as you helped all citizens.

The news outlets trying to come up with names for you; "The Human Spider", "The Web Slinger", "The Wall Crawler", "Arachnid Woman".

Your first close encounter with Lena was during a supervillian attack on L-Corp. The top floors were crumbling while Supergirl was fighting and you appeared, saving all the people from the falling debris, including her.

You carried her in your arms as you used your webs to pull you down to the ground, keeping her safe but leaving before she could say anything.

She and the whole DEO searching for you after that, wanting to know who you were and where you came from.

Lena investigating you but coming to dead ends, trying to understand you and your powers from what she sees in the news and DEO reports.

Losing hope after many months only for you to swing to her office balcony one night as she looked down the city.

"I believe you and your friends have been looking for me."

"Mostly me, but yes."

"What for?"

"I wanted to thank you, for saving my life."

Distrusting Lena initially due to personal reasons and avoiding further contact but slowly getting used to her as you came to her aid several more times.

"We should stop meeting in life threatening situations, Miss Luthor."

"We certainly should, and I still don't know your name."

"I guess you can call me (Y/N), for now."

Warming up to her and even visiting her a few times at her office. Always reaching her floor by crawling on the side of her building or swinging with your webs to avoid being spotted.

You always work this late, Miss Luthor?

I could ask the same.

You know what they say, crime never sleeps.

Lena noticing more and more of how your powers work, even making you a suit to help you out, leaving it on her balcony with a little note after leaving early from work one day.

Smiling at the gesture and the news making noise about your new look the next day, giving you new superhero names and such.

Going to her office more often and starting to enjoy your small conversations with her and the balcony kind of becoming your meeting place.

Finally building enough trust to tell her who you were and explain how you got your powers.

Telling her you had been very sick, almost too far gone a few years back, when her brother offered you some sort of experimental treatment for your illness. You accepted and Lex brought you to Luthorcorp.

Little did you know, her brother had been running illegal and dangerous human experiments in there.

You had woken up in a cryosleep chamber years later in a secret facility, as you had been the only survivor of his experiments and the only one who seemed to assimilate your new given powers correctly.

"I had nothing and nowhere to go but I didn't want to use my powers to take advantage of people."

Lena offering you a place to stay and helping you go back on track with your life.

Supergirl and Alex also offering you a place in the DEO but refusing as places like that bring you bad memories but offering your help back in case they need it.

Having a bit of trouble adapting your new life with the superhero gig going on but Lena helping you as best as she can with everything you need.

"What if I say I need a million dollars?"

Lena discovering your funny dorky side.

Your relationship with Lena growing over time as she helps you settle as the newest heroine of National City.

Lena helping you design your supersuit and inventing new devices for you.

"I think I need to come up with a superhero name. People are starting to call me 'The Tarantula' and 'Black Widow'."

"Mmh, maybe you would like something more classic?"

"Like what?"

"How about… 'Arachne'?"

Her choosing your new name and going along with it.

Visiting her regularly when the city seems calmer and conversing for hours in her balcony.

Developing a soft spot for her and finally inviting her to move with you through the city.

"You know I have a driver and a car, right?"

"Swinging is faster, you can avoid a lot of traffic."

Lena actually enjoying the rides with you, although only the short ones.

Lena introducing you to the Superfriends.

"So, spider powers, uh? What's that exactly? Extra eyes? Extra legs? Can you stick to any surface?"

"No extra limbs as far as I'm aware…and I suppose I can stick to anything, uh, so far?"

"Cool. And the web, does it come from-?"

"Alex, stop."

"I'm just asking. What? As if you aren't curious too."

Lena helping you train and taking the chance to analyze and help you with your own powers.

She realizing she worries about you the more you get involved in fights to protect National City, particularly when Kara isn't in town.

She being the one to patch you up at your place when you don't want to stay at the DEO.

"You should see the other guy. The other guy, in this instance, being a killer croc."

Lena visiting your place and spending more time with you outside her office and the DEO.

Putting more attention to her and her safety when a fight or battle breaks lose.

Realizing after many of those you like her more than you think and going to her balcony one night to confess your feelings.

Lena admitting the same and being happy about it as you ask her to go on a date with you.

Spending your first date with Lena watching the sunset from the highest place of the city after a rooftop picnic.

Lena making sure to leave L-Corp early to spend more time with you.

Helping each other when there are criminals on the loose and being very protective of Lena if there's any after her.

Upside down kisses.

Taking her to dates by swinging around the city and her offering her limousine from time to time as a way to spoil you.

Making it official and the Superfriends being really supportive and happy for you.

Being awkward and nerdy around each other.

Very interesting moments in bed.

Grabbing food or coffee for her any chance you can so you can visit her at her office.

Dates on her office balcony also becoming a regular thing.

Sticking upside down out of her window and knocking at it at the end of her office hours to take her home.

Enjoying swinging around the city just to keep her clinging to you.

"You better hold on tight, spider-monkey."

"Is that a Twilight reference? I shouldn't have let Kara convince us to watch those."

Lots of game nights with the Superfriends and always teaming up with Lena.

Lena being your unofficial handler and she always being on your side whatever happens on your fights and missions.

You always supporting Lena and her ideas, but knowing when to call her out when things feel out of hand.

She doing the same with you, particularly when you feel responsible for everyone.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), sometimes the hardest thing about this is you can't always save everybody."

Hugs so tight and long they feel like home.

Leaving Lena huge messages around different spaces of the city written with your web. Mostly hearts with her initial in the middle.

Being really close and intimate on your alone moments.

Always coming to aid the Superfriends when they need you or teaming up with Alex and the DEO.

Lena spoiling you with new gadgets and even making you a new suit with nano-tech.

"Like Kara's, but way cooler."

"Oh yes, but don't let her hear you say that."

[weeabooofficial]

Strength

Warnings: Language, fluff, mentions of death, violence, hospitals,

Masterlist

Pairing: Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Reader

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: Here is my first Hawks fic! I really enjoyed writing this from Reader's perspective, as an outsider looking in on the chaos that was this whole arc with the LoV. I hope you enjoy! Divider by @/cafekitsune

You watched as Keigo’s eyes fluttered shut, letting himself relax under the feeling of your hands massaging the knots out of his shoulders. His brilliant wings were relaxed, draped across your thighs as he sat on the ground between your legs. 

Letting out light moans, you smiled seeing him so serene. It wasn’t often that you saw him like this, letting the weight of the world roll off his shoulders with each rub of your hands. You didn’t miss his breath hitching as your hands traveled up from his shoulders to his neck and into the gold tresses of his hair. 

“It should be illegal how good this feels,” he hummed.

“It should be illegal how much the commission is working you.” 

Keigo sighed and opened his eyes, tilting his head back to look at you. “Babe, you know I have no control over that.” 

Trying to ignore the adorable expression on his face, you quirked a brow. “No, but you should. It’s not like it’s your life they’re controlling or anything, oh wait. It is.” 

“Sweetheart,”

“I know,” you sighed. “You enjoy helping people, and that’s the only reason I haven’t walked in there and given them a piece of my mind.” 

A grin grew on his face. “You could always walk on me,” 

“I will stop what I’m doing and walk away.” 

Keigo chuckled taking your hand, and pressed a kiss to your palm. “I’m just picking on you baby, you know how much I like to rile you up.” 

“Oh, I do, now shut up so I can finish.” 

Doing as you said, Keigo shut his mouth and closed his eyes again loving; how your hands felt in his hair. It took everything in him to not whine when you moved your hands from his hair, back to his shoulders. 

Keigo would do anything if it meant that you would be by his side at all hours of the day. People would think he’s clingy, but Keigo loved just having you near to touch and hold. He needed it; it was the only way to help him truly relax.

You know that Keigo would never admit it, but he strived for your affection. He showed all the signs of being touch starved, and after working with children you could see he acted almost in a similar way when he needed you. Keigo didn’t know how to ask for affection, the closest he got being after a long shift and he just curls up in bed and buries his face in your chest. 

Occasionally you would ask, and every time Keigo would answer “I just like laying on your tits.” But you knew better. 

This was one of those days, but you decided to indulge a little more. It had been a long time since you spent time like this, giving him all the loving affection he needed. With the way his brow relaxed, you could tell it was working. 

With a smile, you took his chin in your hand before turning his head towards you. Opening his eyes for only a second, he closed them and let you press your lips to his. 

“I love you,” 

Your smile got bigger, sliding your hand up to cup his face pulling him closer into the kiss. 

“I love you, too.” 

Keigo hummed, lifting himself off the ground before laying you down on the couch. His body hovered over yours before he buried his face in your neck, effectively pinning you to the couch as he laid on you and held you close. 

Stroking your fingers through his hair, you listened to the sounds of his breathing as you wrapped your legs around his waist. 

“Hey, birdie?” 

“Hm?” 

“Do you–” Keigo buried his face deeper in your shoulder. “It’s nothing.” 

Stilling your hands, you looked down at him with a concerned expression. “Keigo? What’s wrong baby?” 

Refusing to move his face from you, he just shook his head. “Nothing, it’s stupid.” 

“Nothing you ever say will be stupid to me,” 

“Until I say something that will make you not love me anymore…” 

His words shocked you, what the hell was he talking about? 

“Keigs, where is this coming from?” 

Letting out a sigh, Keigo slowly sat up and shifted himself off you. Sitting upright, he rested his elbows on his knees staring at the floor. Dropping his head between his knees, he ran his hands through his hair. 

“You know,” he chuckled. “I’ve spent my whole life being told what to do, how to act, hell even what to wear.” 

Looking up at you through the corner of his eye, Keigo huffed. “Then you come along and throw everything for a loop, with your shining positivity. This occupation would have swallowed me whole if it weren’t for you lighting my way,” 

“Keigo–” 

“Y/N, please let me finish.” 

You nodded, crossing your legs underneath yourself. Placing your hands in your lap to show that you were listening, you motioned for him to go on. 

“I let myself get caught up in the glamor of being a hero, having everything I wanted in the blink of an eye. Meeting you, it showed me that I can be more, that everything means more when there’s something worth living for.” 

Your eyes followed how his body moved, every twitch, every shiver and shudder of his wings. This was random, normally he wouldn’t talk about feelings, and when he did it was because you opened the conversation first. 

“I love you so damn much, Y/N. So much, it scares the hell out of me. I’m scared you’ll wake up one day and realize I’m not what you think I am.” 

Moving closer, you nestled yourself under his wing as he wrapped his arm around you and pulled you onto his lap. Pressing a kiss to your hair, you heard him let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

“Keigo, I don’t love you because of what the public thinks you are.” you started. “I love you because I know who you are. I’ve seen the real you, the guy who comes in at 3 a.m. with a bucket of fried chicken, ready for a movie marathon. The guy who may have his doubts about the hero community, but wouldn’t think twice about laying his life down for others.” 

“I fell in love with the man behind the charisma, the jokes, and corny pickup lines, and nothing is going to make me change my mind.” 

Turning his head to look at you fully, you could see the smile in his eyes along with complete adoration. You didn’t need words to know how much Keigo loved you, the way he loved you was enough. But there was something different about the way he was looking at you, but you couldn’t place it. 

Keigo had to tell you, he needed to tell you but he knew that it would only bring more trouble. You say you’ll always love him, no matter what he did; but you didn’t know what was about to happen. How was he supposed to tell you? 

Ever since he met you, Keigo’s number one priority was protecting you and maybe that’s why the Commission set him up on this job. Infiltrate the League of Villains, by any means necessary. But that meant involving you, and that was the one thing he refused. 

If he was going to do this, you had to be far away from him so no one would think twice about targeting you to get to him. 

Why couldn’t he let himself be selfish just this once? Take what he truly wanted more than anything, keeping you by his side for all eternity. 

That was a conversation for another day, he didn’t want to ruin the moment he had with you right now. This, what he had right now was worth more than anything to him, and didn’t want it to end. 

Wrapping his arms tighter around you, he felt you nuzzle into his neck giggling at the feeling of his stubble against your face. 

Unfortunately, another day never came. Within the next few weeks, Keigo was out later and later, coming home in the early hours of the morning. Sometimes he wouldn’t be home for days at a time, and he never gave you an explanation. 

Every time you asked, he would just shrug and say he was doing extra work for the commission and left it at that. 

It wasn’t until the Jaku Hospital Raid, that you finally found out why. You like every other resident in Japan, were glued to your television listening to the tragedy of Dabi, or Touya Todoroki; the long-thought-dead oldest son of Endeavor. 

You watched in horror as he exposed his father for the abusive manipulator he was. But that wasn’t what had you in shock. 

It was the clip of Keigo killing the villain Twice as he ran. 

What was he doing with villains, and why did he kill him? Immediately, you ran to your phone and dialed his number. 

“You know my name, leave a message.” 

“Keigo, I need you to call me back immediately. I don’t know what’s going on, but you–” you bit back a sob, “You just need to come home in one piece, okay?” 

Hanging up the phone, your eyes didn’t leave the television as the video was eventually cut off by the local news coverage of what was going on. There was no news of Keigo, or his whereabouts, keeping you in a constant state of anxiety. 

Was this why he was acting so differently? Did he not trust you with the truth? Whatever was going on with him, you were going to find out. 

It wasn’t until later that night, after hours of wondering if Keigo was alive or not that you finally got the call. Keigo was alive, but he was in the hospital being treated for his injuries. The nurse wouldn’t tell you what his injuries were, which meant nothing good. 

Grabbing your coat, and your keys, you were gone.

The roads were bare as you drove until you got to the hospital. Outside were lots of protestors angry about what they saw, and how they now didn’t trust their top heroes, one of them being the man you loved. 

Parking towards the back, you were met with Detective Tsukauchi who quickly led you inside. 

He was one of few people who knew of your relationship with Keigo, one of the few only good detectives left who wasn’t crooked. 

“Tsukauchi, where is he?” 

“I’ll lead you to his room.” And he was off, down the hall with you in tow following close behind. 

The walk up to the higher floors was quiet, with you not sure what you would find, let alone what you would say to him. 

Keigo killed someone, sure he was a villain, but he still took a man’s life. What were you supposed to say? All those thoughts died on your tongue when you saw the chaos that was the upper floors. 

Nurses were running from room to room, carting heroes on beds across the hall. Some were hooked up to oxygen machines, and others just getting a few wounds healed. What really hurt was that Keigo was in the midst of all this. All this pain, all this suffering, and you didn’t know a damn thing about it. 

The sound of your footsteps was lost amongst the sounds of machines, and voices, Tsukauchi walking with a purpose to stay out of the way. You soon learned Keigo’s room was at the end of the hall, where it was quieter by a small margin. Outside his door sat a man you recognized well, the former number one hero, All Might. 

You were about to open the door when Tsukauchi stopped your hand. Looking at him, you saw the furrowed look on his face. 

“Listen, you’re not going to like what you see.”

“I am perfectly capable of handling this, detective.”

Tsukauchi let out a sigh as All Might got to his feet. “A lot of it wasn’t his choice, he–” 

You let out a condescending laugh. “Oh trust me, if anyone knows the hell the commission puts him through, it’s me. I appreciate the two of you looking out for him, but I’m sure there are other heroes here who need you more right now.” 

Both All Might and Detective Tsukauchi nodded, before bowing and taking their leave to provide their assistance in other wings of the hospital. 

Taking a deep breath, you slowly opened the door preparing yourself for what you might see. 

But no amount of time could’ve prepared you. 

Keigo was laid out on the bed, his body wrapped in bandages. What wasn’t wrapped was either badly bruised or burned and couldn’t be wrapped. The worst of it was that his wings, his brilliant red wings, were gone. 

Immediately tears formed in your eyes, any and all words dying on your tongue at that moment. You weren’t sure if he was awake, asleep, or somewhere in the middle. Bursting into sobs was the last thing he needed. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly made your way to the chair next to his bed. Keigo did a lot of things wrong, and made a lot of mistakes, but did he deserve this? 

Sure enough, he was unconscious for most of the next few days. Only waking to ask for more meds, the rest of his words mumbled. During that time, you were filled in on what happened by Pro Hero, Best Jeanist. 

Keigo was sent undercover to infiltrate the League of Villains to procure information to help fight Shigaraki. 

What wasn’t supposed to happen, was Twice. No one knew the full story, just that he was Keigo’s informant and something happened that led to his death at the hands of the winged hero. 

It was five days before Keigo could speak, most of his bandages removed as he recovered from the burns on his back. 

“Birdy?” 

Your head snapped up to see him smiling at you, but something was different. His smile didn’t reach his eyes like it normally did, and that was the moment you knew he wasn’t okay. 

“Hey,” you smiled softly, taking his hand in yours. 

How could you look at him like that, like he was worth something? He did things no hero should do, yet you were here looking at him like he was worth a million bucks. 

Immediately, he began to sit up. “What’s– where’s–” 

Gently, you placed your hands on his shoulders helping him lay back on the bed. “It’s alright, you’re safe. Students are safe, you’ll be okay.” 

“No you don’t understand, I–” 

“Keigo.” 

His name made him stop in his tracks. The last person to call him by his name burned his wings off, ready to murder him for killing Twice. 

“I know,” 

That was all you had to say. He knew you knew, yet you were here waiting at his bedside. Maybe he didn’t mess everything up, maybe there was still hope for him after all this. Even when he didn’t have the strength to go on, there were others around him ready to give him a helping hand.

tags: @pinksthetics @history-be-written @loafingdragon @offendedfishnoises @knifey-shivdarks

[pippin-katz]

The 5 specific details of Red, White & Royal Blue spicy scenes that make me, a demisexual, feel: 🦋🫣🦋

(not ranked in any order)

I need to write an essay about this because I want to see if I'm not the only ace-spectrum person out there that has this weird- I don't want to say "exception", but that's the only word that comes to mind- when it comes to characters. But that's a topic for another post lmfao

No. 1 - Henry shoving Alex onto the couch:

Could you tell by how I keep bringing it up and using gifs of it in my essays?

Henry being confident suits him, even if we don't get too see it much. I love how Alex's smile drops because of how surprised and shocked he is by the action.

My stomach does a flip whenever I watch this clip lmfao

No. 2 - Alex tilting his head back with these expressions when Henry starts kissing his neck:

Look, I am not immune to an attractive human, being attractive; it's men like Taylor (and Nick) that keep me from being a lesbian lmfao

No. 3 - this:

I don't think I need to say anything; this feels like it should be illegal. The fact that you know when Henry actually starts *clears throat* doing what he's doing, because you can see Alex's eyes roll underneath his eyelids. Like... what the fuck Taylor? Was that really necessary??

No. 4 - Alex pushing against Henry so hard that he ends up lifting him onto the table:

Then he continues to hold his leg and pull him back towards him. It's Alex's only real moment of leading an interaction. He's controlling where they go here; Henry is going/staying where he wants him.

No. 5 - Alex's movements & Henry's facial expressions:

This whole scene was shot/filmed/edited so well. It shows everything without even showing anything. It's also very clearly "making love" rather than "having sex". It's soft and slow, and it's so clear that they truly cherish each other in every way.

All you see is Alex's body rolling, and that's all you need to see. Then you add in Henry's expressions that show how good he feels, but in a genuine-feeling manner.

They didn't need to show anymore than this for the viewer to understand what they're doing. There's no cut to Alex's hips to "show the action" or whatever. Henry's faces aren't unrealistic or pornographic. Neither of them are portraying over-the-top pleasure that feels like it was filmed just for the audience to get their kicks.

It feels genuine, and emotionally intimate as well as physically. It makes my little demisexual heart ache, and butterflies fly around in my stomach lol

Okay that's all! There won't be a part 2 cause there's nothing to put on it, and that's kinda the point of this post lol

Thanks for reading!! If you enjoyed this essay & would like to support me, you can give me a tip on my Ko-Fi! ☺️

[stargazedwinchester]

Casual | Dean

love a bit of chappell don’t we guys xox

i rlly enjoyed writing this so i hope you enjoy reading it!! this is very much inspired by the song, but not necessarily a songfic :)

CW: mentions of s*x, nothing too provocative

Summary: You and Dean are casual friends with benefits until you uncover the truth about how you actually feel toward him.

Word count: 1,133

♱⁺. ⋆˙✧⋆✧˙⋆⊹.♱

“I, uh, think I should get you home,” Dean says. The silence is palpable. You feel awkward and like you don’t belong, so you let out a defeated sigh. He’s shirtless, his slight 6-pack glistening with sweat as he attempts to dry himself off with a towel. You felt as if you couldn’t catch your breath, whether it was just from the insane sex you had just endeavoured or Dean’s pitiless words that filled your lungs with regret.

“Okay.” You give up. Each time you attempt to feel a connection with him — a real, deep connection, it’s like he wipes it from his memory as soon as you’re both finished and goes back to reality. Post-nut clarity, if you will.

It’s not like he doesn’t find you attractive. Hell no. It’s his intense lack of commitment issues and mommy/daddy issues that give him such a hard time completely dedicating himself to someone. The hundreds of arguments you had gotten into over the people he had slept with whilst also sleeping with you just gave you second-hand embarrassment. In fact, it was downright wrong it should’ve been illegal.

You manage to tumble out of bed butt-naked, slowly getting your clothes back on ready for the silent drive home. You almost gape in awe at Dean’s silhouette. Heavy feelings weigh down on your heart for someone who doesn’t even think of you in any other way other than for intimacy is so challenging, especially on your own self-worth.

Dean doesn’t say a word to you. He sits back down on the bed and starts typing on his phone. He’s wearing a light grey t-shirt and charcoal grey jeans. The small screen lights up his face and a slight grin slowly appears and your heart sinks. Without even looking, you already know he’s talking to some other bitch, in which he’s probably going to go pick her up after he’s dropped you off at home.

“You ready?” You ask him, breaking the one-way tension in the room. “Yeah,” He says, standing up and leading you out toward the car.

♱⁺. ⋆˙✧⋆✧˙⋆⊹.♱

On the drive home, it’s dark and rainy. The streetlights emit a dim, dusty champagne colour, yet the awkward tension isn’t anything worth celebrating.

“What’re you doing after this?” He asks, not breaking focus from the road. “Probably just go straight to bed,” you reply, shrugging lightly. “What about you?”

“I’m going to go visit a friend of mine,” He coughs, then purses his lips. “She lives about half an hour thataway.” He motions his pointer finger toward the left.

She.

The anger builds up inside of you. After all this time, you had thought that he wasn’t seeing anybody else, that you had only mindfully agreed that this thing stays between the pair of you, and this included sleeping around. What a fucking tool.

“Listen, it’s nice and all that you’re giving me a lift home, but you’re really taking the cake by pretending like you’re not seeing other people.” You lock eyes with him, and his expression changes.

“What, so you’re jealous now? Is that it?” He scoffs, and you freeze up. “So what if I am? We had an agreement that we weren’t gonna sleep with anyone else! We said that!” You start to raise your voice, frustration running right through your blood as it starts to boil.

“I’ve mentioned it to you multiple times before. I don’t understand why you can’t listen to me! It’s fucking gross, Dean! You need a huge reality check because this isn’t gonna last forever.” You wave your finger between yourself and Dean, indicating that whatever it is that you both have going on is at its final straw. He scoffs again, shaking his head. It’s almost like he wants to say something, but bites his tongue. He presses his foot on the pedal, coming to a stop. It’s that sudden you hit your head on the headrest.

“Y/N-“

“I don’t want to hear it. Take me home.”

“Lis-“

“Fucking take me home, Dean. I mean it.”

For the rest of the drive, you’re in silence. Nothing on the radio, no cassette tape playing, not even the windows open to hear the sound of the rain pattering on the windscreen.

♱⁺. ⋆˙✧⋆✧˙⋆⊹.♱

He parks the Impala outside of your house, and since the quietness has given you a second to rethink the whole situation.

“Dean,” you start, and his big, puppy-dog eyes glare at you with regret. “What’s up?” He asks and this time it sounds like it was with genuine concern.

“I have to tell you something before I go.” You state, and he nods, listening.

“The reason why I was jealous is that I’m in love with you, Dean. It’s hard seeing you go away and spend time with all these different people and I just get a fraction of you. It’s unfair that I’ve spent the last year or so falling in love with you and you see me as nothing more than someone to play with.” You pause, then take a deep breath.

“You don’t need to say anything else because I’m done. It’s friends or nothing. If I hear nothing from you within the next 3 days, then I’ll know where your priorities lie.”

You start to collect your bags together and open the passenger door. He’s left stunned, his eyebrows raised, his mouth slightly agape and his eyes showing enough sadness to make you want to apologise for going off at him and then travelling back to the motel for round 2.

You can tell that the cogs are turning in his head, thinking of what to say that would completely win you over. But there’s absolutely nothing that he could do or say that could make you turn back around. You shut the door, but the window is still open.

“Y/N, hold up a sec,” He yells through the window while you’re almost halfway up the path. You turn around and lock eyes with him.

“Please come back, let’s talk about this.” He leans over to the passenger seat, his gorgeous forest green eyes staring up at you.

“3 days, Dean. Prove that you’re not an asshole and I’ll think about it.” You say one last time before turning back around to the front of your house. The last thing you want is Dean never wanting to see you again.

You enter the entryway to your home and make your way up the stairs. Opening up your bedroom door, you take a moment to collect yourself, instead of thinking God, what have I done? You sit proud that you have stood up for yourself against someone who has clearly used you for nothing more than his own selfishness. And if that is the case, well... so be it.

[ellecdc]

hi my lovely, i was wondering if i might please be able to make a request! absolutely fine if it doesn’t inspire you or you don’t get around to it for a while or you don’t like it it’s no pressure!!

i was just wondering if i might be able to request big brother sirius or best friend barty (my loves) and a reader who is so stressed with classes and workload- ive been having a hard time lately and i feel so out of my depth and its seems that no one else is struggling like me and my adhd really isn’t helping me cause i try and get my work done and i just end up sitting there for hours and then breaking down cause i can’t do it and i just feel so useless

so sorry for going on a tangent i just don’t really have anyone to talk to! again its totally okay if you don’t want to write this just speaking about its made me feel better! i hope you’re doing well my lovely, you bring me so much comfort! and i hope birdy is behaving herself

🪩

cheering you on babes! sorry for the wait in this request, and thanks for your patience in me <3 hope your workload isn't causing you too much grief, and both Big Brother Siri and BFF Barty have asked me to tell you to make sure to take breaks and be nice to yourself!!

please note: my requests are currently closed as I finish exams and work through the requests that I currently have.

BFF!Barty Crouch Junior x stressed!reader [GN] who Barty forces to take a break

You were on your umpteenth read through of your notes for your upcoming Herbology exam when your books were rudely ripped out from underneath you.

“Hey!” You shouted at the unknown assailant when you raised your head to see Barty carefully piling your notes together and shoving them into his own book bag. “Barty, give them back.”

“No can do, Treasure. Let’s go.” 

You watched, dumbfounded, as Barty began to walk away from your table in the library before he turned around when he realised you weren’t following him. 

“Hello!? Earth to Treasure?” He sing-songed on his way back before he waved a hand in front of your face, which you quickly swatted away.

“Barty, this isn’t funny.”

“I agree.” He answered quickly; his tone garnering a severe quality that made your skin crawl. “You’ve been shacked up in this library for Salazar knows how long, I don’t know when your last real meal was that didn’t consist of tea and Honeydukes sweets, and when was the last time you got fresh air? You know? That stuff that's produced by trees and life and not tainted with the musty smell of old books?”

“Barty, I need to prepare for this exam.” You pressed.

“Which you have, and if you humour me right now, I’ll even help you study more later. Now, let’s go.” He demanded as he took your elbow and hauled you up from the table and dragged you by the wrist unceremoniously behind him. 

After numerous failed attempts at getting Barty to tell you what he was doing, where he was taking you, what he was up to, why he was dragging you across the castle, you spent your trek across the castle grounds in a begrudging silence with only the occasional muttered protest escaping your lips.

Finally, Barty released your wrist as you stopped in front of an expanse of wall encasing the southern grounds near the quidditch pitch that didn’t seem to get much traffic at all.

You watched as your friend dug his arms into the bag much further than should have been humanly possible alerting you to the fact that he had, indeed, cast an illegal undetectable extension charm.

He was going to make you fail your exam and an accomplice to a crime. 

He pulled out a large stack of ceramic plates he no doubt pilfered from the kitchens and placed them beside you before reaching back in and retrieving another stack.

“Barty. What are you doing?”

“Blowing off steam, as the muggles say.” He explained simply as he moved to stand beside you and placed a matching stack of plates on his other side.

“By scrubbing dishes outside like a down-and-out House Elf?” You asked bemusedly as you picked up one of the plates and twisted it around in your hands. They didn’t look dirty.

“Ye have so little faith, dear Treasure.” Barty said theatrically before he launched a plate at the ancient stone wall and watched it shatter before the pieces rained down into the grass below it. 

“Barty!”

“Too much talking, not enough throwing Treasure.” He called over to you as he hurled a second plate at the wall.

“Can you at least tell me why we’re defacing school property?!”

With a long suffering sigh, Barty allowed the plate he’d been in the process of picking up clatter back onto its stack unceremoniously.

Barty moved to stand in front of you, crouching down ever so slightly so as to force you to make direct eye contact with him and placing a hand on each of your shoulders should you consider bolting.

“Alright Treasure, listen. Are you listening? I love you, you’re my best friend, my soulmate, my ride or die, I would live, die, and kill for you; you fucking suck when you’re stressed out. Okay? You’ve been living in that library for a week, you’re barely eating or getting any vitamin D which is already difficult enough in sodding Scotland without you actively avoiding the sun’s rays, and…I miss you.”

You looked between both of his green eyes which oozed nothing but earnestness and concern before letting your shoulders drop.

“Fine, but why are we smashing plates?”

Seemingly trusting you not to take off, Barty returned to his full height with far more pep in his step than he had before he read you like one of your Herbology textbooks.

“Great question! I was trying to decide between this and shoving Gryffindor’s into the Black Lake; I figured you appreciate this better.” He said as he shot you a wink. “Now get throwing, Treasure!”

Deciding that it was folly to try to argue or reason with your…capricious friend, you picked up a plate and lobbed it dutifully at the wall.

What started off as you merely humouring your friend in his antics quickly left you breathless, smiling, and squealing in delight with each smash of a plate. You and Barty spent much of the afternoon cackling and dancing under a shower of broken porcelain before you reparo’d the plates and did it all over again.

You hardly realised the sun was beginning to dip behind the trees when you turned to look at Barty; his face flushed red and a wide grin spread across his face which you were sure was mirrored on your own.

“Thank you, Barty.”

His smile turned softer as he looked at the plate in his hands somewhat abashedly. “No need to thank me, Treasure. You know I’ll always look out for you, ‘specially when you forget to do it yourself.”

“Easy there, Junior; I'll start to think you’re going soft on us.” You teased as you nudged him in the arm with one of your plates.

He scoffed and shoved you away from him. “I will not tolerate this slander.”

“Is it slander if it’s true?”

“Defamation.”

“There’s no one here to hear me.”

“Hey, Y/N!” The sound of James Potter’s voice rung through the air as he walked towards you from the Quidditch pitch. “It’s good to see you outside of the library! I was getting wor-”

You never got to hear what James had been worried about as Barty quickly began lobbing plates in his direction. 

“Barty!” You shouted as James began dodging the assault.

“Sorry, he spooked me.” Barty deadpanned, not sounding sorry at all as he continued throwing plates at the Gryffindor chaser.

“I’ll catch up with you later!” James shouted as he started jogging towards the castle in the opposite direction of his attacker.

“You know, for a quidditch player, you have terrible aim.” You grumbled at your friend as you shot him an unimpressed glare.

He returned your glare in response to your insult. “I’ll have you know, if I wanted to actually hit him, I would have.”

“Soft.”

“Alright, that’s it. Pull out your wand, Treasure.” He barked as he dropped his plates, brandished his wand and took a duelling stance.

“I am not fighting you, Junior.”

“Those were fighting words.”

And before you could retort, he had picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder before he began marching towards the castle. 

“What are you doing?!” You squealed as you playfully swung your fist against his back.

“Throwing you in the Black Lake.”

“Barty!”

You didn’t return to the castle until the sun had fully set; feeling tired in a good way and far happier and more relaxed than you had felt in days.

[queerlyloud]

Okay, back on my MXTX bullshit because sometimes I can't believe the slander. But I wanna talk about why MXTX deserves to get whatever profit and protection from her work that she can (other than the obvious fact that it's her fucking work, so obviously she should prosper from it, that's how jobs work?)

So, the thing that drives me insane about MXTX books, and a thing I have talked about on here before, is that she is delivering an overarching message in every book she writes, and the message says: If a system of power is turned against you, no matter how good you are, no matter how strong, or selfless, or kind, or loving, or brave, no matter how perfect you can be, it won't matter, because the individual is powerless to the system. Systemic change is the only way to protect the ones the current system deems powerless or unnecessary.

And before you come in with, "She was fetishizing gay men," MXTX literally wrote hundreds of thousands of words characterizing these men and building their relationship and devotion to one another, so much so that fanon has deemed them all aspec in varying ways. She chose to deliver a message about the power of the system to persecute the innocent and the powerless in the form of a story that was 1. Illegal, 2. Humanized a specifically targeted persecuted group, and 3. Gave them all the happy endings they deserved despite all the pain to get there. She showcased the difference that systemic support can make in the life of the persecuted as the closing arc in every single one of her books.

Don't tell me MXTX doesn't fucking care. She's still delivering her message and she's doing it louder and safer, and i hope she gets every creature comfort the world can offer.

[oxymorayuri]

❞𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬❝

Masterlist

A/N: A OneShot which became a ShortFic lol. Special thanks goes out to the reader who encouraged me to write more parts :3 So far I've had a lot of fun and it's just the beginning XD

✦ Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x Reader ✦ Warnings: will be mentioned in every chapter ✦ Spoiler: same as above lol

Status: ongoing

Description: It annoys you that you're starting to develop feelings for Ace. Unlike you, he's just unreliable, messy and has no brains. Sure he's hot as the sun but how can a woman like you be into a guy like him? Face your feelings… It's okay to get burned once in a while… As long as it's Ace…

! ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ !

ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

Part one Part two Part three Part four Part five Part six Part seven Part eight Part nine Part ten

A/N: What makes me particularly happy? YOUR HASHTAGS & COMMENTS. LOL. I feel you guys… No… I LOVE you guys!

Here are some of my favorites ;D

#never wanted to be a cowgirl until ace - A/N: sameee gurlllll #awooga - A/N: I screamed when I read that. I definitely added that to my daily vocabulary, awooga! #ah one bed and so much Ace - A/N: We don't need a bigger bed if we can just sleep on Ace, do we? *-* #I would have him roast me a marshmallow if he were mine + #literally but also I'm the marshmallow - A/N: HAHAHA BRUHhh. *cries pls roast me aceeee #cannot wait to see y/n play the part of happy wifey - A/N: I'm telling you; we're going to have some fun *rubs hands together

Comment: RAHHHHH ATE THIS SHIT UP I LIVE LAUGH LOVE ACE MAN - A/N: Who doesn't babe… who doesn't… *-* Comment: ur way too good at this IT SHOULD B ILLEGAL - A/N: Awww pls stop… Or no, wait; PLEASE DON'T HHahaaha <3

byeeeee sweeties ♡♡♡

[prommytheus]

i love apollo and i love his ominous implying that he’s going to take advantage of his sick leave go do something deeply illegal to solve (and avenge) clay’s murder, but the way that got executed ingame was that he didn’t do anything. they. they cut off his plot thread entirely. because they needed to write him out so that nick could take the spotlight. even though it’s apollo’s trilogy. “it’s your story now apollo” MY ASS jkaksjdkjd

i think phoenix returning to law is fun and has a lot of potential, im very fond of his cute lil suit and his dlc case. but the final case? the final fucking case??? phoenix should have just weirdgirled. or better yet- peaced out of the main plot to go on a rage fueled excursion to the space center to FUCKING KILL AURA for holding his fucking daughter hostage. also miles im glad you’re back but wh. why are you prosecuting this case. why would aura choose you of all people. how much do you know anyway

….i dont really have a closing argument for this. i guess my point is that i fucking love aa5 because it introduces so many cool concepts, characters, and plot threads—

—and i also fucking hate aa5 because it drops all of them without hesitation to put those red and blue fuckers back behind the benches and then kill a man for shock value.

[allllium]

Cat

~ If you guys have any requests you should send me some. Now that I actually have motivation to write I have no ideas 😓

~ Fluff, WC: 1,070

~ Reader finds a "cat" ~

Matt is only two blocks from your shared apartment when he notices something is different. Something he can’t quite figure out. There’s a second heartbeat alongside yours, but it is smaller than a human's. A lot smaller. 

He is one block away when he notices that a window is open. Why would you have the window open? It’s December, and you seem to run cold at all times. That’s when he hears little paws running across the hardwood floors. Now, it makes sense. You guys have been talking about getting a cat for a while now. But the animal doesn't smell like a typical cat. 

It all comes together when he finally goes down the stairs to enter the apartment. It is not a cat. It's a raccoon. You let a wild animal into the apartment. And you’re currently trying to feed it marshmallows. 

“Hey, baby.” You greet him happily when you see him standing in the corner. You give him a beaming smile, one he does not return. You knew it was a bad idea, but what else would you do when there’s a raccoon on the windowsill? Not let it in and feed it marshmallows?

Matt pulls his helmet off and walks over to the coffee table, where the raccoon perches. “What is that?” That is all he asks. You both know he knows, but he asks more for an explanation. 

“It's a cat..” Your voice is quiet and full of held-back laughter. 

“That's not a cat.”

“How do you know? You can't see it.” 

“I can smell it.”

“Maybe it’s friends with a raccoon,” You stop and collect your breath before continuing, trying hard not to laugh. “And the smell rubbed off on it.”

“Oh yeah? Then why are you feeding it marshmallows? Cats can’t eat those.” 

“Uhh, 'cause this is a special cat. It can eat marshmallows.”

“And by special cat, you mean raccoon?” 

“Pretty much yeah.” Matt stares at you, nodding softly at your words, before grabbing the bag of marshmallows out of your hand.

“We are not keeping it.” 

“But you said we could get a cat!” You yell out in despair, standing from your place on the couch.

“That’s not a cat!” He motions towards the raccoon that has started standing on the coffee table on two legs.

“It’s practically a cat!”

“It's on two legs!”

“But it's adorable!”

“Honey, it’s a wild animal.” You watch Matt run a hand through his hair in frustration. “We can’t keep a raccoon as a pet.”

“Why not?”

“It's illegal.”

“Well, good thing I know a lawyer.”

“Sweetheart,” He steps forward to put a hand on your face, “I love you, but we can’t keep the raccoon.”

“Fine.” You mutter in defeat. “Can I at least leave marshmallows out for it?”

“Yeah, you can do that.” Despite having to release your new friend, a big grin breaks out across your face to mirror his. 

“Good, I don't want him to be lonely.” You tell him and lean onto his chest. 

“Honey, it's a raccoon, he won't get lonely.” He laughs at your concern for the raccoon. You carefully place marshmallows in a path from the coffee table to the open window.

“How do you know? You've never been a raccoon.” Matt sits on the couch and pulls you into his lap. 

“Baby, they're animals that eat trash. I don't think they have very high thinking skills.” 

“Yeah, you're probably right. Anyway, why are you back so early?” 

“Because my crazy girlfriend let a wild animal into our apartment.” You chuckle at his words.

“Does that mean you're going back out?”

“No, I think I'll stay in. Someone's gotta make sure you don't open that window again.” 

“Hm, in that case, maybe you should change into your comfy clothes, and we can watch a movie?” Even though Matt can't watch the movie with you, he always insists on sitting with you and listening. 

“That sounds like a good plan. I'll go change.” He kisses you on your forehead and gets off the couch, pushing you off his lap and off to the side.

While Matt is in the bedroom, you watch the raccoon still making its way down the marshmallow trail. You only had the small ones you use in hot chocolate, so it's taking longer.

Matt enters the living room again as the raccoon leaves through the open window. On his way to the couch, he shuts the open window. You jokingly pout at the loss of your new friend. 

“I bet it'll be back soon, sweetheart. No animal is going to forget the window that gives them marshmallows.” He chuckles as he sits by your side. 

“Yeah, I know, but what if it forgets?” He laughs at you again. 

“Honey, you're thinking too hard about this. What if we go to the shelter and look for a cat tomorrow.” 

“No. We can't do that.” 

“Why not?” Confusion covers his face with laughter in his voice.

“Because if we go down to the shelter, there's gonna be tons of animals begging to go home with us, and then we'll have to choose between all of them, and then when we do, all the other animals will be sad, and wonder why we don't want them.” You explain, speaking a little faster than usual. 

Matt lets out a hard sigh, “I don't even know how to respond to that.”

“Uh, you're supposed to agree with me 'cause I'm always right.”

“Oh yes, of course.” He gives you a big smile, almost taking your breath away. No matter how much you see it, his smile will always be the most beautiful thing in the world. “What?”

“What?”

“I can feel you staring.” 

“I have no idea what you mean.”

“Mhm.” He pulls you closer, leaving you unable to look at his face.  “How do you expect to get a cat if we can't go to the shelter?”

“We had one a few minutes ago, but you didn't like that one.”

“That wasn't a cat!” He exclaims.

“It was close enough.” You cross your arms over your chest. Matt doesn't like that as he pulls your arms away from your chest to hold your hand. 

You sigh happily into his chest as you lean against him, your legs over his lap with his arms around you. You both forget about the movie, too focused on each other to care.