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I'm realizing that Stan is actually incredibly smart. Like in a Ford kind of way to some extent.
Like yes Stan's street smart and life smart but he's also got the smarts that Ford's praised for. Because he had rebuilt the portal and figured out his brother's notes and equations.
Like do you know how hard math is on Ford and Fiddleford's level of expertise??? How complicated and delicate it is????? Especially the kind that brings portals to life???? And Stan figured it out. Had taught himself to read and comprehend these difficult things. Difficult things that requires college degrees in science and mathematics.
And Stan did this on an incomplete high school grade level of academics.
That's fucking nuts. Sure it took 30 years but he learned it. By himself, can you imagine how frustrated he got, teaching himself Ford's educational level??? Using his mechanical skills of fixing his car to be up to par to Fiddleford's impressive craftsmanship????
And I can just see how Ford and Fiddleford react post apocalypse. Ford doing equations and science stuff and talking while Fiddleford listens and gives his input when Stan pipes up unintentionally and puts his hat into the ring. And it's mathematically sound?? And these two men are just blown away cuz what the actual hell?? Ford's immediately questioning Stan, wanting to hear his thoughts while Fiddleford watches impressed and Stan's mortified and a bit overwhelmed. Or Fiddleford working on something and Ford's watching him when Stan points out a better way to make a part work and Fidds is like omg thank you Stanley??? And Ford's looking at his little brother dumbfounded and itching to bomb him with questions and whatnot.
Stan never knows peace afterwards.
#oli talks#ooc#muns ramblings#mindless ramblings of a madman#my writing#kinda#gravity falls#gf#gravity falls spoilers#gravity falls book of bill#gravity falls stan pines#gravity falls ford pines#gravity falls fiddleford#gravity falls stanley#gravity falls stanford#stanford pines#stanley pines#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#stan and ford#ford and stan#stan twins#mystery trio#sea grunks#I know I'm not the first one who thought of this but it's actually like really hitting me that Stan's hella smart#he just doesn't realize it
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Hello, recently binged read your works and I'm curious about Demetrius. How would a look very aggressive violent outburst from him look like? What would cause him to go off on his darling?Thank you for your time.
demetrius keeps a very cool head, it is incredibly rare he blows his top, and it's even rarer to be a first-hand witness. he's good at keeping his true emotions from bubbling to the surface, never wanting to expose his vulnerabilities or allow his personal feelings to conflict with business matters.
that being said, it takes a lot to break his demeanor, it's never usually just one thing or event, it usually is a pile of multiple problems along with you being resistant. your resistance is all well and fun, he understands it would be stupid for you not to be, but sometimes he just wishes you would be good for him and comply. to just listen to what he tells you to do and ease his worries. compiling a bad couple hunts, incompetent hands from his crewmembers, lacking funds, a tightening schedule, lacking sleep, and his relationship with you straining yet again, eventually it all accumulates into a sudden outburst that you may not have been expecting.
it can get scary. crashing furniture, punching and kicking against anything around him frail enough to fall over, broken dishes, along with a lack of words - replaced with nothing but aggressive, animalistic growls and bellows. you never seem to know what he's actually thinking, just standing admits the sudden chaos and seething anger. his eyes pierce through yours, and you can feel his frustration. he tries to avoid putting you in the crossfire, but you could very easily be the trigger to the outburst. sometimes it's better to just be quiet, and comply with his wishes as he handles his outside stressors.
#yandere#yancore#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#yandere oc#yandere x reader#male yandere#//mun kiki#yandere drabbles#yanderecore#yandere headcanons#mun kiki art#mun rose writing#yandere art#demetrius
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Thinking about Wriothesley taking me on all fours, big and burly hands grabbing the fat of my love handles, kneading the pudgy, plump swell of my ass as he fucks his big veiny cock into my soaking wet cunt with the loudest, shameless and rhythmic wet plap plap. He's too focused on fucking my brains out, just staring down, mesmerised at how his thick cock rips my tiny pussy lips apart, stretching them taut over his massive girth and leaving behind dregs of white. Im so tight it almost hurts but it feels so deliciously full that I'm thinking it must take a lot of strength to keep pumping himself so deep inside me. His calloused palms land spank after hard spank over my sore and reddening ass cheeks as he grunts in approval. One of his arms haul me up and back against his chest with his fingers wrapping around my throat as his teeth sink into my neck and shoulders, marking me, claiming me, owning me. His other hand gropes my bouncing tits, tweaking my hard and swollen nipples, so sensitive from when his mouth ravaged them previously. I want him to fuck me, choke me, spank me, bite me, bruise me, use me, breed me, destroy me and build me back up. His swollen cock head slams over and over against my sweet spot, cramming me full and bullying my cervix and I'm cumming so hard spraying my juices all over his pulsing cock and balls and then he's moaning and groaning and cumming inside me, painting my insides creamy white with his thick seed and he just keeps cumming and cumming and cumming. So much of his cum I can only keep plugged inside me as it oozes out of my squelching and abused hole. I can barely breathe, his chokehold getting addictive. His cock doesn't soften, he's pumping again. Slowly at first as we both shiver from the overstimulation but again hes practically pounding me again. And once again I am his helpless little cumslut and I don't want him to stop.
#wriothesley smut#wriothesley x reader#genshin impact#mun writes#wriothesley#wriothesley x you#breeding k1nk#smut
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Hi, Tin! I love your writing and I have a prompt for you, if you are interested) what if Tang family is too afraid of Tang Bo leaving permanently and eloping with Cheong Myeong? So they initiate marriage negotiations with Mount Hua. It can be angst (CM is socially isolated and insecure about his position) or romantic comedy (awkward situations and protective Cheong Mun), up to you). Thank you in advance!
It was a well-established fact that the Dark Saint of the Tang Family was one of their generation's best.
So it came as no surprise when an influx of marriage proposals flooded their family's estate—because rumors started flying around that the Dark Saint was in search of a partner.
The Dark Saint held a reputation for being cold and ruthless. To cultivators and martial artists, he was someone they feared making into an enemy due to his sheer battle prowess and poisonous abilities. To normal civilians, he was a genius who wielded the Tang Family's techniques with cool precision and intent; to them, he was just another mysterious cultivator that they would only ever know of through gossip and stories.
However, in recent years, something shifted. His reputation among common folk was slowly altered. It started off with a supposed battle between him and the Plum Blossom Sword Saint which turned into a sudden and unexpected friendship.
Whereas in the past the Dark Saint would only go around Sichuan and closeby villages, he was now found going around different major cities and unknown ones.
He was often in the company of Mount Hua's Plum Blossom Sword Saint, who worked with him side-by-side to eradicate groups from the Demonic Cult and the occasional bandits and thieves.
For supposed Taoists, the two visited different establishments to drink alcohol and talk cheerily. It was during one of these moments that the first rumor began its spark.
"Ahhhh," The Plum Blossom Sword Saint groans in satisfaction. "That sure hits the spot!"
The Dark Saint chuckles as he tosses back his own drink. "If only I could enjoy everyday like this. Alcohol really is the best."
"What would your future wife think?" The Plum Blossom Sword Saint jokingly and dramatically shakes his head in disappointment. "To have a husband who loves alcohol more than his own wife...!"
The Dark Saint wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "Trust me, I would make sure that my wife knows full-well just how much I love them."
The two of them share a silent, private conversation with just their eyes alone, that none of the other restaurant's customers could decipher, before they leave a generous tip and went on their way.
It snowballs from there.
All of a sudden gossip went around about the Dark Saint's interest in finding a wife. And so several people came to the same conclusion.
The reason why the Dark Saint is travelling around more than usual is because he's looking for a prospective wife.
Clearly, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint was there to provide moral support. How truly admirable and strong their brotherhood must be!
On the other hand, the head of the Tang Family was fully aware of their Dark Saint's single-minded interest in Mount Hua's Chung Myung.
Seeing all the stacks of letters that ranged from proposing strategic alliances and general marriage offers brought the current head of the Tang Family to a very different conclusion.
Tang Bo was trying to slowly draw himself away from their family by leaving their estate. He might be on the hunt, jumping from village to village, trying to create a dowry befitting for the hand of the Plum Blossom Sword Saint and scouting out all the best locations to settle down in.
It really wouldn't be too surprising of an idea if one day a letter turns up from the man with an intent of permanently moving to Mount Hua or some backwater village.
The Tang Family head shakes the thought of losing one of their best and genius members to one of the Ten Great Sects. If he wanted to maintain their family's reputation, he'll need to strike the first move.
And so he begins to pen a decisive letter to the Sect Leader of Mount Hua.
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Chung Mun's hands tremble as reads the letter sent to him by the Tang Family.
'Who did they think they were?' He would have bit out if he had any less self-restraint. The paper crumples in his grip and he receives a questioning glance from Chung Myung who was sprawled eating mooncakes on the opposite side of his desk.
"What's got you so worked up?" The subject of the letter askswithout a care.
Chung Mun takes a deep breath. "The Tang Family wishes for you to transfer into their estate."
He refuses to say out loud the marriage proposal that came along with this request. His Chung Myung was too young! The man might be a sixty years old, but that round face, cheeks carelessly bulging with mooncakes with crumbs littered on his chin, screamed too young for marriage!
"Oh." Chung Myung nods in understanding.
Chung Mun is glad that Chung Myung agrees that this was nonsensical. To think, they thought that Chung Myung would even leave Mount Hua for—
"After the war is over, Tang Bo and I were planning to be roommates and travel the world a bit."
—?????
"Roommates?" Chung Mun's voices comes out slightly strangled.
"Yup. It's going to be great."
"No."
"'No'?"
Chung Mun tries to run through his previous conversations with Tang Bo. He knew that the man was capable of being underhanded, but he was also well-aware that Tang Bo respected him enough to not blind-side him with something like this. Especially since it concerned Chung Myung.
...
...Oh no.
"Fuck." Chung Mun says, full of feeling as he recalls Tang Bo off-handedly asking permission to live together with Chung Myung in the future.
"...Sect Leader?"
Chung Mun had thought that was a joke! He thought Tang Bo wasn't being serious! They were talking with alcohol in their systems!
The alarmed look that crosses Chung Myung's face informed Chung Mun that the way he felt his blood drain from his face was a visible, physical reaction.
"He asked for your hand in marriage." Chung Mun says faintly. "I said yes."
Chung Myung blinked at him. "Yeah? He told me?"
Okay. Tang Bo, to his credit, hasn't been leaving Chung Myung in the dark at least.
If Chung Myung knows and isn't reacting violently that means that he isn't completely against this. Even if Chung Mun was, he had to reorganize his priorties.
And his number one would be to make sure Chung Myung was happy.
((And to make sure that the Tang Family doesn't think they can step on Chung Mun and pull his little brother away.))
"I'll have to recheck the sect's budget and my own savings to make sure we have enough for the wedding preparations..." Chung Mun mutters as he begins drafting a response to the Tang Family with what he thought were better marriage agreement conditions.
But then, a flash of dread causes Chung Mun to pause writing and leave a dark ink blot on the paper. He suspected, but he really wishes that he was wrong—!
"Huh?" Chung Myung gives Chung Mun a confused look. "We already got married though?"
#cmun: you didn't invite me to your wedding??!?!?!?!?#cm: we literally just a signed a paper and kissed#cm and tb eloped because cm didn't want to stretch out mount hua's resources during a war bc of wedding prep#tb and cm are too in love and just decided to get married in the middle of a drinking session actually#they only realized what they did when they woke up the next day but then 'hm? this isn't bad tho?'#anyway cmun asks them to redo their marriage lol he def cries when cmyung bows to him in lieu during the three bows#the tang and mount hua come to an agreement that they get half a year each 👍#and if tang bo still dies in this au and cm is left a widower......jk jk but then again#»—————————–✄#sorry this took me a while 🥺🙏 irl wasn't kicking it HAHAHAHA#I'm super happy to hear you enjoy my writing and thank you so much for the prompt WAHAHAHAHA#i havent finished reading the side stories yet so sorry if I messed up canon#might come back to this prompt if I find out more info bc there's so much to explore 🙈#and i had to stop bc this was already 1.1k HAHAHAHA#tangchung#chung myung#chung mun#tang bo#rotmhs#rotbb#return of mount hua sect#return of the blossoming blade#tin writes#my ask hole#w-s-kibela
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do you think they knew each other
#imu one piece#sun god nika#one piece#inspired by all those scenes of imu in the butterfly garden#had me thinking “what if that was nikas room” and devolved into me writing 17 scenarios about their friendship before everything went wrong#tw blood#muns doodles#me when i murder my friend and steal his house
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so mun x reader
➳summary: mun is excited to see you after being apart for so long
➳warnings: takes place early season 2, accidental confessions
➳word count: 731
➳a/n: some fluff before whatever happens in this weekend’s episode
“Who’s Y/N?” Jeokbong asked, standing idly in the middle of the shop floor of Unnie’s Noodles while the other counters were rushing around him, carrying various supplies and decorations.
“Another counter on our team.” Motak explains while setting out the table. “They went overseas to help out with dealing with the evil spirits.”
“And they’re finally coming back today!” Mun added happily while entering from the kitchen, bringing in a ladder to hang up banners.
“How are they like? You seem really excited, Mun.” Jeokbong asked, noticing how bright he got at your mention.
“That’s only because he’s had a crush on Y/N since-“ Hana began with a smirk before she was cut off by a stuttering, red faced Mun who urgently pressed a hand on her mouth to silence her.
In his embarrassed state, the boy must have forgotten all about Hana’s aversion to touch as he was instantly thrown to the ground with a loud thud, making him groan painfully.
“Good god Hana! Is this really the time for that?” Ms Chu exclaimed while helping Mun to his feet. Hana rolled her eyes at Ms Chu babying Mun before continuing her previous task.
“Can someone call Y/N and see where they are now? I still haven't gotten started on making the noodles!” Ms Chu fussed. Mun immediately offered himself to do it and excused himself from the room to go to the downstairs gym speedily, ignoring all the snickers and hushed gossiping from the others.
Dialing your number, he held it up to his ear and the call picked up in only a few rings.
“Hello?”
Mun instinctively smiled hearing your voice, even if it was a bit muffled from the phone.
“Hey, it’s me. We were wondering how far away you were now since we last called. Everyone’s really excited to see you again.”
“I am too! You don’t even know how much I missed you all. Anyways, I think I’m about half an hour away now? So not too long”
“Are you kidding? That’s way too long! Tell the driver to hurry up or something” Mun complained playfully. He heard you sigh on the other side of the phone.
“You’ve already waited a year! This should be nothing compared to that. Jeez, you’re so impatient sometimes.”
“Well that’s only because it’s been that long! Why should I wait longer than I have to so I can see you again?”
You laughed at his whining and Mun’s heart fluttered at the sound. He placed a hand on his chest, trying to calm himself down; it’s just you, he told himself. There was no need to get so nervous.
“I’ll be there soon.” You reassured him. “Maybe you could help out Ms Chu or something to help pass the time”
“Fine.” He finally gave in. “But don’t you dare be late!”
“I’ll see what I can do. But don’t blame me if there’s too much traffic!” You warned him jokingly, making Mun chuckle.
“See you soon, okay? I love you.”
The words came out so naturally that Mun hadn’t even registered what he said until a few moments passed and he was met with a shocking silence on your end. Mun gasped in realization and hung up immediately, not knowing what else to do.
He groaned frustratedly as he slapped his face, scolding himself. So Mun you’re an idiot!, he thought regretfully.
Mun had half a mind to call you back and try to explain himself but millions of thoughts ran through his mind in a second; what if you don’t feel the same? What if you find it weird? How was he ever gonna face you again?
Mun was knocked out of his spiralling thoughts when he felt his phone vibrate in his hand. The screen lit up, showing a text notification from you.
<Haha you didn’t even let me say anything>
The boy’s shoulders relax slightly, relieved that you aren’t totally mad at him. As Mun tried to decide how to respond, he saw you send another text. But upon reading it, Mun thought his heart almost exploded.
A stupid grin grew on his face while his already erratic heartbeat quickens even more as Mun rereads the text over and over to make sure it his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him.
<But i love you too lets talk when I get home 💕>
#the uncanny counter#the uncanny counter x reader#the uncanny counter fic#so mun#so mun x reader#kdrama#kdrama x reader#kdrama fic#own works#not my best work but itll do#i actually very much dislike using y/n as a name insert but I had to#and how do you write phone calls
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Circa early TA 2500
Celebrían loves her star-dust husband.
She’d loved him since she first saw him—or felt something special at least, even if it had taken her a few years to realize the depth of those feelings. She hadn’t said anything at first, of course; neither had he, though it wasn’t long into their courtship before he admitted (blushing and so sweetly shy for someone nearly four hundred years her senior) as much to her. She’d stayed silent at first because she thought it was a youthful fancy, something she would forget after a few months of knowing and working beside him, and later because he was her mother’s dear friend and Galadriel certainly would not approve (she’d been wrong on that last point, at least once her mother got used to the idea). Now, there was nothing stopping her from sharing her love every day, every moment.
He had an ageless kind of quality about him. His agelessness went beyond the classical elven beauty that went unchanged by time as the centuries rolled ever onward. At first, she was hard pressed to describe precisely what that meant. After so many years of watching how his body changed with the passing time in a way no elf’s ever would, she found the words: he was ageless as the constellations; ageless as the stars that shone before the sun and the moon, before the Trees or the Lamps; ageless as Ilúvatar’s Music.
And sometimes, the divine shines through.
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Celebrían and Elrond are in bed; she is sitting, sketching the crescent moon as it sails toward the far end of the hidden valley while he sleeps beside her. The short summer night is a few hours away from drawing the nocturnal orchestra to a close, and she listens as the sounds of birds and insects shifts toward diurnal patterns. Her charcoal whispers as she drags it softly over the linen page, filling in the last details.
She has many pages filled with drawings like this one. She never grows tired of the view across Imladris from her bed, and she likes to have a little something to keep er hands occupied on nights when she wishes to stay with her husband but has no need of sleep herself. She will show him the sketch when he wakes and tell him all about the pair of bats that play-chased each other outside while she worked.
The mattress shifts. Her hand stills as she looks over at Elrond.
He is still asleep, dark hair pooled around his head. Stars blink in his hair, weaving in and out of existence with each breath as they are so want to do these days when he cannot be troubled to hide them (it hadn’t been like that when they married. Back then, if he did not choose to share his light then it stayed hidden under his skin for the most part, and when he came to Ereinion’s court, he could not choose one way or the other, it merely happened—sometimes at very inopportune moments, which she wishes she could have seen). He sighs in his sleep and twitches.
She watches. Mannish sleep is cyclical, she’s learned, guessing he is entering the phase when his body can move but is not ready to wake up yet. She spent many nights charting the peculiar cycle and knows it well. He should wake in about an hour, perhaps an hour and a half if they are lucky. His sleep had been troubled as of late, and she’d hoped her presence would deter whatever half-forgotten memories were plaguing his rest. She sooths the back of her hand across his forehead as his breath speeds up, brushing their fëar together as she does to share the calmness of her spirit.
He seems to settle after that. For a minute, she thinks that is the end of it, that all will stay calm until he wakes, rested and happy.
Celebrían should know better by now than to tempt Doom, but she is ever optimistic.
A minute draws into two draws into five. She turns back to her drawing, picking up the charcoal stick.
A twitch of his arm and a shiver against her fëa are the only warnings before Elrond is struggling back into wakefulness, gasping like one half-drowned and fighting against the sheets to escape their confines.
Art entirely discarded, she turns back to him, pulling the bed cover down as he blinks, unfocused and shaking. Light pours from behind star-strewn eyes, leaks from the lines in his skin as he sits up. Fireflies flash in each ragged exhale. In the panicked moments between sleep and full consciousness, his elven veneer is thin and brittle.
“Elrond,” she murmurs to him. When she reaches for him, she finds his fëa has completely retreated behind thorny defenses thicker than any briar growing in Middle-earth. She doesn’t touch him yet; his heart is beating like that of a panicked deer, and she may only startle him further. “Peace, Elrond. Peace. I am here.”
Words and spirit infused with all the calm assurance and love she could pour into them, she let her presence wash over him, gentle and safe.
“Celebrían?” The whispered word comes out of his mouth half broken on a sob and repeats off the walls as though they are in a cavern. He reaches out blindly for her.
She takes his hands in hers. “Yes, love, I’m here. We are in Imladris. All is well.”
He repeats her name as he cries. Relief so thick it’s almost cloying fills the space around them. She tries to hug him, but he grips her hands tighter to stop her from moving them away from his. Instead, she rests her chin on his head, tucking him against her as she murmurs sweet nothing to him until he calms. Stars prick her skin like forgotten needles.
“Was it Sight?” She asked at last when he’d dried his face and was no longer leaking light like it would all burst out of him at any moment.
“A nightmare,” he says firmly, resolutely. He repeats the words again with a shudder.
“Of the children?”
It isn’t uncommon when Elladan and Elrohir went off traveling, as they were now, for Elrond’s sleeping mind to mix the twins into his memories of things that had or might have happened to his own twin brother and himself in war-torn Beleriand. Arwen, too, is not spared from his terrors. The great evils of that time are long banished, but that detail is easily forgotten in the throes of a nightmare.
“Orcs,” he shudders but tells her no more.
She refrains from pushing him. She knows he will tell her more if needed to rid himself of the last of the dream. She strokes his stary hair as they sit entwined, waiting for the sun to rise.
#aren't they just so adorable?#i've been reading a lot of mun's stuff so i'm sure that impacted who i wrote them#it's not sight if elrond tells himself it's just a nightmare hard enough#no really that's how it works#anyway#the silmarillion#lotr#elrond#celebrian#elrond x celebrian#eldritch peredhel#grimwing writes
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I came back with a new idea so you know Delicious In Dungeon Falin and her little white dragon form thing
With Danny he is on his way they're becoming an ancient but it's kind of for him like a puberty thing where he's developing like one large form and it's taking time for him to learn how to fully grown into it
His new form is a large dragon-like creature with owl talon feet and black feathers, and a mix of bright and dark green dragon wings. With the feathers having little dots that spell out constellations on them that shimmer like stars actual Stars if you look for too long
What is top half being mostly human but very uncanny valley like his body is too perfect his eyes are too black like you know perfect but something's off
Danny acts more like a wild animal then his normal self when he's in that form because he doesn't have lots of control of it so he a got a amulet like a Dora's which keeps him from turning into that form when he loses his temper/emotions
So here's what's happening
Danny is best friends with Duke and head of the astronomy club at Gotham High he also shows a strong connection to the Lazarus pits and once Ra al Ghul found out he kidnapped Danny but causing Danny to lose his amulet in the process but Duke ended up finding it
Duke as signal ends up helping the Justice League to get to Danny but when they come there they see that large monster instead Duke is the only one that puts you two together and realizes that monsters is his crush/best friend Danny
Danny has practically wiped the floor with the League of assassins and is now practically giving a long rant on how he hates fruit loops like Ra al Ghul and wanted to make an example of him as the first murder of tonight
Duke being best friends with Danny and hearing about this knows that Danny would be heartbroken if he did that because it goes against his morals so he takes it up into itself so Duke takes it on to himself to save and stop Danny with the help of the Justice League
After he saves Danny I'm just imagining a really apologetic Danny being covered in a feather like outfit just apologizing to Duke what the amulet around his neck as he cries just so cute I'm so adorable
I just really like the cute ship of Duke and Danny and the idea of large giant human dragon Danny
I'm sorry, but I've never seen Delicious In Dungeon (I've been meaning to start it, but I keep getting distracted). I don't know much about it, so I don't know how it would affect this prompt.
I couldn't really think of anything to add to it since Duke would have rescued Danny, but his rampaging would likely remind Danny of Dan, and nothing would make him feel safe to be among humans again.
I think Danny would attempt to isolate himself in the zone, which could lead Duke—with the help of his scary, competent family—to venture into the zone after him. I just can't think of how to plot it.
It is an interesting idea, though, so if anyone wants to try it, please be my guest!
#dcxdpdabbles#dcxdp crossover#mun speaks#Sorry!#I should write a Duke/Danny dabble#I am#Once I get a better feel for Duke.#I find him hard to write
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send me " outside perspective " + a situation, and i'll write a short drabble from an npc's perspective seeing my muse in that situation
ie. a civilian seeing a superpowered muse use their powers, or a passerby seeing a crime centered muse committing a heist, etc.
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i keep seeing people getting a little confused about the titles and terms used in rotbb so i thought id make a quick little guide on the more common titles and pre/suffixes used in the novel/manhwa
for minor context, members of a sect may take on the names that denote which generation they come from within the sect (current mount hua consists of, in order from eldest to youngest, the hyun line, the un line, the baek line, and the chung line, though the true generational naming convention would have typically been chung > myung > hyun > un > baek, which would then repeat in a cycle) however taking on a generational name isnt necessarily required/enforced (ex. yu iseol, yoon jong, jo gul, etc do not take on generational names)
in his previous life, because chung myung was raised in the sect since infancy, he took on the chung generational name as his ‘birth’ name, as the chung line was the generation he was raised in. when he reenters mount hua post resurrection, he becomes a third class disciple, aka the current era chung disciples
TITLES
jangmun: sect leader, jangmun'in is used when speaking directly to the sect leader (ex. hyun jong, chung mun)
sasuk: senior martial brother, used by disciples of a different rank to senior disciples of higher ranking (ex. the chung disciples referring to the baek disciples, the baek/chung disciples referring to the un disciples)
sajil: junior martial brother, used by disciples of a different rank to junior disciples of a lower ranking (ex. the un disciples referring to the baek/chung disciples, the baek disciples referring to the chung disciples)
sasukjo: great martial uncle, used by disciples referring to the line above sasuk
sajo: martial grandparent/ancestor
sason: martial grandchild/descendant
sahyung: senior martial brother, used by disciples within the same rank to disciples who entered the sect earlier than them (aka chung myung referring to the elder chung disciples, chung disciples referring to yoon jong)
sajae: junior martial brother, used by disciples within the same rank to disciples who entered the sect after them (ex. the chung disciples referring to the chung disciples)
sajeo: senior martial sister, same as sahyung but used for women
sago: senior martial sister, same as sasuk but used for women (ex. tang soso referring to yu iseol)
samae: junior martial sister, same as sajae but used for women (ex. baek cheon referring to yu iseol)
dojang: disciple (ex. older characters use this to refer to chung myung/disciples of a sect)
hyung: meaning older brother, used by males when referring to their older brother or to an older male colleague one is friendly with
hyeonja-bae: referring to the hyun generation
unja-bae: referring to the un generation
baekja-bae: referring to the baek generation
cheongja-bae: referring to the chung generation
maehwa geomjon: plum blossom sword saint
hwasan shinryong: mount huas divine dragon
amjon/amzone: dark saint
maknae: used to refer to the youngest person in a group of people
PRE/SUFFIXES
-ah: a suffix that denotes casual familiarity typically used for those who are younger than the speaker or are of the same social standing, used at the end of a name if the name ends in a consonant (ex. hyun jong calls chung myung ‘chung myung'ah’)
-ya: a suffix that denotes casual familiarity typically used for those who are younger than the speaker or are of the same social standing, used at the end of a name if the name ends in a vowel (ex. chung myung calls tang bo ‘tang bo'ya’)
-nim: a respectful suffix that essentially means mr/mrs/miss
dosa: meaning taoist (ex. tang bo typically refers to chung myung as hyung nim/dosa hyung/dosa hyung nim)
-jon: a title given to martial artists who have mastered their respective martial arts perfectly, the most honourable title a warrior could get, translated to as ‘saint’ in the novel or 'supreme' in the manhwa (ex. plum blossom sword saint, dark saint)
please keep in mind however im not fluent in korean nor am i fully familiar w these terms of address and am using my knowledge of chinese honorifics and titles as they follow a similar formula.. if ive mislabeled something or used an unfaithful/misleading description, or if you just have more to add that i havent listed, please lmk!
#return of the blossoming blade#return of the mount hua sect#rotmhs#rotbb#화산귀환#made this specifically so i can stop seeing manhwa only readers referring to chung mun aka chung myungs brother/father figure as jangmun..#HIS NAME IS CHUNG MUN...!!!!!! JANGMUN JUST MEANS SECT LEADER...!!!!!!!!!!!!#will never understand why the eng manhwa translated sahyung to brother but didnt even bother translating jangmun...?#so now we've got people out here STILL thinking his name is jangmun when chung myung was actually referring to him as jangmun sahyung#aka elder martial brother sect leader (literally).. or just brother sect leader#spent like an hour writing all this down..yalld better appreciate this
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lmao look at the height difference
imagine Ezra just trying to throw himself at Kallus during a fight and then just immediatly being stonewalled by him. Doesn't phase kallus at all and just makes him concerned.
No wonder Ezra used the force to push Kallus around
#ezra bridger#agent kallus#alexandr kallus#star wars#sw rebels#Rebels#star wars rebels#mun screenshots#... think I'll try and write a drabble for that
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*vibrating in place*
Okay so, thanks to the lovely mutual @localcanadiancreature62 I've been been thinking about similarities between the four pine twins. Mainly Dipper and Stanley, and fam I think that maybe Dipper takes after Stanley a lot more than he does Ford. Let me explain.
Dipper's main motivations is protecting Mabel. While he loves the mystery and gaining knowledge, at the end of the day Mabel's the most important thing to him. Dipper gives up a lot for his older sister, so much so that when he's possessed by Bill and Bill mockingly asks who'd give everything up for their dumb sibling Mabel without hesitation replies-
"Dipper would."
And who else do we know who gives up everything for their sibling?
Stanley.
Stanley spent 30 years giving up his life, his identity, his remaining family, literally everything just to bring back Ford. Because Ford's more important than anything else. Just as Mabel is to Dipper.
Dipper also has an uncanny knack for spotting con artists. This kid is always suspicious of free offers and deals too good to be true. Examples of this are the first episode when Stan offers the twins something from the shop. And Mabel is quick to jump on board with it, not questioning a thing while Dipper immediately is like-
"What's the catch?"
Or during the Gideon Glee arch, when Gideon was doing his thing at the tent and his advertisements. Dipper wasn't buying it, and at several points outright scoffed at things that were clearly a scam. He's even more critical of it because his Gruncle Stan isn't Gideon's biggest fan and Dipper surprisingly takes Stan's words to heart. Which we see in the episodes like Dipper trying to be a man and Stanley praises him for standing up for what he believed in. And Dipper's attitude immediately brightened at it. Or the moment when Bill offered a deal to Dipper in exchange for a puppet. Dipper was incredibly hesitant and even asked a few times if that's all Bill wanted. Who else is like this?
Stan is.
Stanley is critical of anything that seems off. Always questioning if there's a catch or if something else is going on. He's not easily bought, and neither is Dipper.
And finally Dipper and Stanley believe that family is the most important thing.
Dipper when he's offered the apprenticeship from Ford his first reaction after excitement is-
"What about Mabel?"
Because Mabel is one of the most important things to Dipper. In fact this scene reminds me of the scene when Ford and his parents are in the office about his scholarship and while everyone else is focused on that, Stan and Ford's mom is the only one to ask-
"What about Stanley?"
Anyways, Dipper's biggest thing is family. This kid gets into dangerous situations to protect Mabel, Ford and Stan with everything he has. And is more than willing to die for them if it comes down to it. And Stanley is the exact same way. Just like Dipper, Stan will fight tooth and nail for his brother and nibbings till the very end.
In short I think Dipper takes more after Stanley than we realized. It's all there in the finer details and it makes me feral just thinking about it.
#oli talks#ooc#muns ramblings#mindless ramblings of a madman#my writing#kinda#gravity falls#gf#gravity falls spoilers#gf spoilers#gravity falls dipper#gravity falls mabel#gravity falls stanley#gravity falls stanford#gravity falls bill#gravity falls gideon#dipper pines#dipper and mabel#mabel pines#stan pines#ford pines#bill cipher#gideon gleeful#stan and ford#pine twins#stan twins#mystery twins#pines family#dipper and stan#listen I'm insane leave me alone
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╰┈➤ ORIGINAL YANDERE MASTERLIST!
This post has a compiled list of all our original characters. Links with '🖌️' at the end has art attached to it.
Dae-Hyun Introduction 🖌️
Meeting Dae-Hyun’s dad 🖌️
Dae-Hyun’s reaction to a s/o that gives him small trinkets 🖌️
Dae-Hyun headcanons
Shopping with Dae-hyun 🖌️
Dae-Hyun’s reaction to a s/o that plans to move out 🖌️
Dae-Hyun’s childhood 🖌️
Dae-Hyun with a sick/bedridden s/o 🖌️ (ft. Lukas)
It’s been a long day..
Does Dae-Hyun want to marry his s/o? 🖌️
What would happen if Dae-Hyun and Demetrius ran into each other during a "clean up"?🖌️(ft. Demetrius)
What if Dae-Hyun accidentally made his s/o cry?🖌️(ft. Lukas)
What if y/n tries to seem mysterious when first meeting Dae-Hyun? 🖌️
Does Dae-Hyun have any secret fantasies about y/n? 🖌️
Jealous Dae-Hyun 🖌️
What's the worst thing Dae-Hyun would do behind his s/o's back? 🖌️
Dae-hyun with a cheating s/o headcanons 🖌️
Would Dae-Hyun let his s/o pull his hair?🖌️
How would Dae-Hyun react to someone flirting with his s/o?
How would Dae-Hyun react to his s/o giving him affection?
Dae-Hyun's reaction to sharing the same s/o as Lukas🖌️(ft. Lukas)
Dae-Hyun with a chubby s/o🖌️
Lukas Introduction 🖌️
What if you try closing the door on Lukas the first time?🖌️
How would Lukas react to sharing a s/o with Dae-Hyun?🖌️(ft. Dae-Hyun)
Would Lukas get flustered if you stare at him for some time?🖌️
How would Lukas react to a polite darling that turns down his offer?
When did Lukas realize he was obsessed with y/n?
What is Lukas like when he is jealous?
What makes Lukas valuable?
What if y/n has no money?🖌️
How would Lukas react to making his s/o cry?🖌️(ft. Dae-Hyun)
How would Lukas react to a sick/bedridden s/o?🖌️(ft. Dae-Hyun)
What does Lukas usually sell or offer?🖌️
Lukas breaking in to prove y/n needs a security system🖌️
Lukas's brother🖌️
What happens after y/n buys the security system?🖌️
Lukas taking his s/o to the mall🖌️
Demetrius Introduction🖌️
Meeting Demetrius (part 1)🖌️
Meeting Demetrius (part 2)🖌️
What would happen if Demetrius and Dae-hyun ran into each other during a "clean up"?🖌️(ft. Dae-Hun)
How would Demetrius react to y/n short circuiting when first being confronted by him?🖌️
Does Demetrius ever genuinely smile at y/n?🖌️
What are some downtime activities he does with his darling?
What would an outburst look like from Demetrius?🖌️
Is Dr. Laurence aware how handsome he is?🖌️
Dr. Laurence headcanons🖌️
Dr. Laurence finds y/n's clothes 🖌️
What if y/n was a fellow coworker instead of a patient?🖌️
What if you provoke Dr. Laurence?🖌️
Dr. Laurence taking your blood samples 🖌️
Dantae introduction🖌️
Dantae headcanons 🖌️
Dantae with a plus sized s/o🖌️
Dantae with a s/o that's terrible at cooking🖌️
How would Dantae react to a darling that has PTSD involving dogs?🖌️
The yanderes receiving forehead kisses🖌️
How do the yandere's react to a s/o that enjoys sitting in their lap?
The yandere's as dads🖌️
How do the yanderes carry y/n?🖌️
What would the yandere's be as mythical creatures?🖌️
Y/n returning home to the yanderes after a tired day at work🖌️
The yanderes reaction to a s/o that can break a melon��️
Do the yandere's want children?🖌️
Voice headcanons🖌️
How do the yandere's react to a s/o that brings home an old cat/dog?🖌️
Fun drawings of the yandere boys🖌️
#yandere#yancore#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#yandere oc#yandere x reader#male yandere#//mun kiki#yandere drabbles#yanderecore#masterlist#yandere headcanons#yandere art#mun kiki art#mun rose writing
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Insatiable
Pairing - Wriothesley x fem! Reader
Summary - Wriothesley loves you like crazy and fucks you hard. That's it. Lol
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“You know, it’s a full time job keeping this greedy cunt satisfied…” Wriothesley rasped in his husky voice close to y/n's ears. She moaned as Wriothesley fingered her, spreading her juices around inside her to relax and prepare her for his big cock. Given his huge size, he'd need to prepare her well. And he was a giver at heart, seeing her in pleasure was his pleasure.
Pumping his thick fingers inside her, he tapped onto a spot which he knew well to make her tremble. Y/n inhaled sharply, hissing as she was so close to the precipice. Wriothesley rubbed the pad of his thumb over and over her clit, driving his fingers, assaulting her G-spot, and y/n was overwhelmed with the barrage of pleasure. A fine sheen of sweat misted her body as her hips bucked to his thrusting wrist; she came with a shrill cry of climax, quivering all over, pleasure radiating in waves from her sex towards her entire being. Her wetness coated his fingers and her thighs as he slowly pulled them out of her squelching hole.
Unable to wait any longer with a raging hard-on, Wriothesley kissed y/n, tongue fucking her smart little mouth. He lifted her hips, placing his large calloused palms over her plump, creamy thighs, urging her knees to her chest. Then he lowered his protruding cock to her entrance, inch by delicious inch. The slippery, bulbous head slipped and disappeared instantly inside her, and he slammed down onto her with a single downward thrust. It was always a tight fit no matter how much the prep. But watching her struggle to take him ignited a flame inside him like no other. It made him
feral, a sense of animalistic possessiveness blooming in his chest along with a sense of pride that only he could ever make her feel so damn full.
“Ah, Fuuuck! You’re so tight!” Wriothesley groaned, his filthy praises making Y/n's walls ripple around his shaft, squeezing him like a tight fist. "Wrio, please slow down!" She pushed onto his broad and unyielding chest in a futile attempt to request for a pause. Y/n moaned and squeezed her insides involuntarily, eliciting a growl from him. He picked up the rhythm, slow and steady, yet so hard and deep while his fingers wove magic on her clit and his other hand busied itself on her bouncing tits, flicking them restlessly. “Grab the pillow, and don’t let go.” Wriothesley demanded possessively.
Then he drove his big cock to the root into her tight wet pussy, working it up like a battering ram, shoving her up the bed. His weighty testicles slapped her ass, a sound so erotic that it turned each other on; he got harder, she got wetter. Squelching sounds of their pumping sex speared the air along with y/n's gasps and Wriothesley's grunts of pleasure. Her nipples, now hard as little pebbles bounced along on their round breasts, teasing and tickling Wriothesley's chest. Sweat shimmied down from his godlike body onto her pert tits, causing her to tingle all over.
“Don’t come. Make it last.” Wriothesley whispered huskily into her ear, sucking on her earlobe, fucking her at a speed which only a man of his divine physique was able to achieve.
“W-what?-mmh, ngh, ah, AHH…” y/n whimpered as he speared his big, rock-hard cock into her hot wet depths. She twisted her fingers and bit her lip, gripping the pillow with white knuckled force in an attempt to stave off her rapidly building climax.
“Oh, Wrio… I’m going to come if you don’t slow down…” y/n begged.
"Oh no baby, you don't get to come until I say so." He whispered into her ears, feeling her shiver with the dominant edge to his command. This is exactly what drove her desires wild. His possession, his control, his ability to hold her body in a state of continuous, deliriou, all consuming arousal. He knew she wanted it just like that. He knew she got off to having her body at his mercy. It took the weight off her shoulders. In his arms she felt so liberated, so loved, so carefree, so helpless, unable to do a thing while he bullied her pussy into submission like the whore that she was for him.
Wriothesley then angled his thrusts, y/n could feel the plush wide crest of his cock rubbing on a sweet, sweet spot deep inside her. Her lips quivered involuntarily in anticipation for orgasm, but she tried her best to stop the dam from bursting, to make it last…
“Please, Wrio…I c-can’t…” she moaned helplessly as her toes curled in tiny tingles of shockwaves.
“Don’t you want to cum, baby?” Wriothesley teased. “Come y/n, just cum on my cock. That's it, just like that, my beautiful little slut-"
He couldn't even finish and y/n was thrown over the edge. With his dirty praises she came, crying out his name, the sheets bunching under her iron grasp. Her back bowed up into Wriothesley's big body, shuddering as the sheer force of the climax wreaked havoc on all her senses. Her arms fumbled around to have him to hold on to and she scratched up his muscular back.
White light burst into dazzling fireworks underneath her closed eyelids. She screamed out garbled versions of Wriothesley's name, unable to form coherent speech as pleasure spiked through her in jolts of electricity. Tears prickled her eyes and flowed down her cheeks. Goosebumps ran up her arms, her toes curled as pleasure unfurled in her womb, her nipples beaded as her skin was so oversensitive. Her hot wet slick coated his pistoning cock and balls and seeped out of her onto the sheets.
Wriothesley was close behind, thrusting through her orgasm. Her climax had her inner walls rippling and clamping down on him, making his climax inevitable. He whispered to her his praises of how she was such a good girl, so obedient, so pliant, so submissive, so beautiful, how much he loved her, how lucky he was to have her, and how blessed he was that his lover craved everything he'd always wanted to give. His thrusts became erratic and then he came with a growl, his back arching, chest pinning her down onto the bed, stilling and emptying himself inside her with thick strings of hot, sticky cum. His Adams apple bobbed as he groaned in release. Y/n could feel him spurt and spill his essence deep in her, and it felt like a million feather-light fingers tickling and teasing her insides. She gasped and panted, fighting for breath and feeling incredibly full.
Resting himself on his arms, with himself still lodged inside her, he gave her one of his sexiest smirks, his rapid breaths slowly coming down to normal. She smiled back breathlessly, love and affection blooming in the depths of her eyes. Wriothesley leaned down to kiss her forehead, her nose, her cheeks and finally her lips. He held her close, wrapping his arms around her, melding her body to his. Then he whispered into her ears "Are you sore, or can you take me again?"
#wriothesley smut#wriothesley x reader#wriothesley x you#minors dni#minors do not interact#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin smut#wriothesley#mun writes
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Day Nineteen: Jim Hopper + Uniform
There's something about Jim, and that's before you come to the sheriff's department to bring him lunch one afternoon.
You and Jim had been dating for a few very good months now, but you had yet to see him outside of the fancy restaurant Enzo's, at his cabin, or when you took little trips and stayed in a comfy little bed and breakfast.
You had just been yearning to see him in his whole get-up. Wanted to see if he stretched out the sheriff's shirt like he did the nice flannels he wears to Enzo's or how he stretches out the jeans how he does the sweatpants he wears.
You were in a dazed thought as you pulled into a parking space in front of the sheriff's department. You aren't sure how long you'd been driving while making up dreams of what Hopper might be looking like this afternoon.
When you walked into the department you had excepted it to be crowded and filled with life, but it really wasn't. You looked out the window realizing that you might have come at a bad time. You walked towards the front desk. An older woman stood up, "What can I help you with dear?" The older woman asked.
You look down at my purse and the lunch bag you had locked in your hand. "I was… I'm wondering where I might find Sheriff Hopper?" You asked in the strongest of voices. Her face contorted for a slipt second then she just had a realization. "You must be Y/n, I'm Florence, Hopper's secretary." You release a breath that you hadn't realized you were holding on, so tightly.
"He'll be back in a few had to pick up a troubled kid, you can wait in his office," Florence says to you. You walk in stride behind her trying to keep up with the older women. Florence opens the door for you, and you turn. "How do you know me?" You ask her, She smiles "Hopper talks about you a lot even if he's not that much of a talker." With that Florence is gone, and you're left in Hopper's office.
While you wait you get his food out of the bag, placing it on the right side of the desk, and you start to look around at the walls of his office. Pictures, and photos with special people around the town when Hopper had become sheriff.
“I’m not bookin' you, son, I’m just gonna call your uncle.” You hear Hopper talking outside the office. You panic for a moment and jumble around to get into the seat across from his desk.
The door opens wide and with a pounding force on the other side. Hopper doesn’t notice you at first not until he goes to sit down and he sees food, and then your beautiful face.
“What are you… FLORENCE?” Hopper shouts. She walks fast to the door. “Oh, I forget to tell you that Y/n was here.” She leaves. Leaving Hopper standing there with a dumbfounded look on his face.
“You were gonna call somebody? Do I need to leave?” You ask him. He looks down at you. Anger and confusion melt away. “Oh hell no, stay here and then I can have lunch with ya sweetheart,” Hopper says. He settles down and reaches over for the phone.
It’s a rather short conversation with “I understand” and “It won’t happen again.”s added to almost every single other thread of conversation.
“Now let me get back to you sweetheart,” Hopper says. His voice was deeper and thicker. He gets up to the chair squealing with the weight coming off the old springs. “Stand up sweetheart,” Hopper says shutting his door and his blinds. “For privacy love.” He assures you.
You stand up. You had worn a little sun dress, one that gave off the curves of your body. Exposing most of your skin to the afternoon sun. "Do a little spin f'me." Hopper's voice is husky, sending shivers down to your core. As you spin the dress flutters up exposing more of your skin to Hopper.
"God'damn, you are so beautiful," Hopper mutters mostly to himself. You smile timidly. This is new territory. You want to ask Hopper to do a spin of his own. You want to see how he looks in his whole uniform. The light brown doesn't clash with his skin, rather makes his blue eyes sparkle.
He reaches out his hand for you to take. "Come sit on my lap?" He offers, and you take his hand. He walks softly to his chair getting comfortable before dragging you into his lap. Hopper's one thigh becomes your seat.
You talk and Hopper eats.
Hopper can feel your heat seeping through your cotton panties into his work slacks. It's driving him insane as you innocently talk about the garden behind your house, and how the kids that you do story time with at the library today were so good at listening today.
Hopper bounces his leg, bouncing you ever so slightly up and back down. You don't say anything about it at first. You nibble at your own food, not really hungry for food right now. Maybe Hopper reads your mind, or maybe something else gives it away.
Continuously Hopper bounces his leg, giving a few sharp bounces, and a few loose and slow ones. Trying to gather some sort of rhythm, that's good for both you and his leg.
Hopper finishes up the food you delivered to him, but he doesn't want you to go just yet. You go to get up after Hopper had thrown his trash into the can across the room. A large hand pulls you back down.
"Don't go just yet, baby," Hopper whispers. You nod and stay put. The bouncing of his leg hasn't stopped only getting better and better. The vibration and the force on your clit hitting the muscular thigh make your eyes go crossed. "I can feel your heat through all these layers," Hopper whispers into your ear, as he pulls your back into his chest. You try to look at him as your head rests on his shoulder.
"Jim…" a strangled moan falls from your lips. You don't ever call him by his first name unless you have far long gone in your mind. Lost to the power of your euphoria. "Are you enjoyin' yourself?" Hopper asks in a sultry tone. You moan, and press your lips into his bread-covered jawline.
Your imagination could never meet the reality of what and how Hopper feels in his uniform. You can feel the hard metal of his buckle digging into your back, but you welcome the pain of it. "Answer me, sweetheart." Hopper demands of you. "Yes… fu… yeah JIm I…" You're having a hard time expressing yourself as he grinds his kneecap into your clit. Wet panties sticking to the material of the slacks. "I bet you are sweetheart. I can feel how wet you are. You gonna make yourself cum on my thigh baby?" He whispers to you.
Your mind was already frizzy and frazzled, but now it's white-hot blank. You see nothing but the euphoric feeling that pumps through your body. You shift needing more pressure, or attention. Hopper's hands are held around your waist and pressed flush into your breast.
Your hands land on the crumb-covered part of the desk. Knuckles going white, and eyes closing tightly as you get just the right amount of pleasure from the hard muscle between your thighs. "Oh, sweetheart…" Hopper mumbles, "I can feel you, gonna cum baby? I know you are, god you're so beautiful." Hopper words are hot and push you over the edge.
Cumming through your white cotton panties and all over his uniform slacks. Your body leans, and lumps over the desks. Chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath. Hopper's large hand sprawls against your back as he rubs deep, and meaningful circles into your back to calm you.
"Fuck Hopper…" You mumble out, "Did you come just for lunch, or where you think' about somethin' else." You chuckle a little, "What… I got a little hot from your sheriff's uniform." You say back, not yet lifting yourself from the desk. "Good to know sweetheart."
Completed: 07/29/23
Posted on: 10/19/23
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DCA venom au
Chapter 1
The one where the reader goes out hiking and stargazing, but things take an unexpected turn.
alien DCA x human Reader (qpr)
Warnings: pessimistic thoughts, thoughts of death(not graphic), thoughts of war(not graphic), description of sickness
This would be just another day of your life. Would be, if you didn't take a few days off to go hiking in the nearest forest. What were you even doing here? The ground is hard, the campfire smells not as good as people say it does, the forest creatures make all sorts of noises.
And the freaking s'more is just a sticky, sugary disappointment.
You lick your fingers, trying to clean up the sticky goo of the burned marshmallow. Your fingers taste gross. You abandon all hope and go for some baby wipes to deal with it.
A good question. What were you doing out here, so far away from civilization and your favorite small grocery shop that has this wild variety of instant noodles? You wouldn't even consider going away from your work, but this coworker wouldn't stop nagging you. Something about "very good thing happening", or how did she say it? Doesn't matter. She shouldn't be so much into those fancy cards.
A small breath left your lips, the night air was crisp and fresh, making your body shiver a bit. You move a bit closer to the campfire.
This whole trip was a big waste of time, the comfortable routine you've carved for yourself was ruined, and now you also had dirt under your nails.
The night wind blew softly, making the trees and bushes rustle. Almost sounds like a whisper. Or steps of an animal. Spooky.
You wondered for a moment if there were wild animals here. That'd be a dumb way to die: perish only because you didn't check if there were bears or wolves or something else in this area. Not that you'd care if you died. Nor would anyone really. You felt bad for the poor soul that would find your b-
You bite on the fried mushroom and burn your tongue. You hiss, snapping from the dark thoughts and covering your mouth with a hand as if it's gonna help you somehow. You really should learn to wait sometimes.
Fried sausage. Fried potatoes. Fried mushrooms. S'mores. What else do you remember hearing other people eat during camping? … You couldn't remember. Oh well. You were full anyway.
The night sky was clear. Some white dots were visible even when you were sitting next to the campfire. After some thinking, you decided that you don't want to skip the stargazing and threw a blanket over yourself.
You settled on the ground a few meters from the fire. Air felt so much colder already.
But the stars? Oh, they were beautiful.
Your eyes had gazed upon this vast nothingness filled with sparks of light. The human frame so tiny and insignificant in comparison. And yet it felt like this nothingness wanted to crash down at you like a tidal wave. To pull you in, to swallow you whole, to have you amongst its tiny dots.
It was breathtaking, to say the least.
You were alone. So, so alone. All these stars were alone. Millions and billions years away from each other. From you. You were far, far away from everyone. So far away for so long.
You wondered if you still had your light.
Another soft sigh left your lips and the world went dark for a few long seconds.
You tried so, so hard to not let your thoughts drift off and spiral. You were alone and there were a lot of ways to do what the voices in your head would tell you. You didn't want to ruin the day of some random ranger.
You opened your eyes, meeting the stars above once more.
Wait, was it just you or one of the stars became brighter? And bigger too. What's-
In a blink of an eye, the flash brightened the sky before disappearing just as fast. The air shook and made you jump when a loud BANG exploded somewhere to your side.
The war had started, you thought. A missile must've misfired and fallen in the forest. In a few moments you'll be covered by the energy wave, or whatever it's called, and you'll be gone. And no one will know you were here and became one of the victims. You closed your eyes once again, waiting for the worst.
One second. Two. … Minute. Two minutes…
Why is it taking so long?
You opened your eyes when you smelled the scent of burned wood.
A faint, barely visible trail of smoke followed from the depths of the woods. You didn't notice how your body moved on its own. You got up to your feet and went where the smoke was coming from.
Earth was soft and a bit creaky under your shoes. Little pebbles clanked softly with each step you took. You went deeper into the woods, led only by the faint smell of burning. Then, you saw it. The tops of the trees ahead were broken. The black tainted the torn branches. You followed the trail of damaged trees until you stumbled upon….a rock.
You blinked.
The rock was neatly sitting in the crevice of its own making. Some grass around it still had some splashes of red in it, you quickly made your way to step on those sparks. You didn't want animals to die in the fire. The ground was warm, you could feel it even through your shoes. In the dim moonlight you could see clouds of steam come off the rock.
That's when it hit you.
That wasn't a missile. That was a meteor. Or a comet. Or an asteroid. You never learned the difference. It didn't matter anyway. There was a freaking space rock right in front of you. A real rock, right from the skies above. As real as can be.
You could hold in a little squeal of happiness that left your throat.
You quickly stepped closer to this big space rock to take a closer look. You couldn't see it too well, since you failed in being logical and didn't bring a flashlight or your phone. The moon light was all you had.
It had a bunch of holes in it, kinda reminded you of a sponge. You hesitated before touching it, just to see what kind of texture-
You, once again, failed as a human being, as you touched the scolding hot space rock that burned grass around it. Good job.
But you still were able to feel some of it. It was weirdly smooth, like pebbles or glass shards that were left in a moving water for long. You weren't sure what it meant, but guess smooth is better than sharp. You'd be burned and cut. How fun it would be...
....
So, you saw something fall from the sky, but it's not like there's any danger or anything. Go back to the camp and enjoy the last few hours of your trip, right?
Wrong.
You wanted that space rock.
That space rock was calling for your weird fascination with cool rocks. And how cool would that be to have a literal space rock in your collection.
There's only one small problem.
This rock is half your size.
You stood there, looking this boulder over and trying to come up with a way to get it home so it could be a part of your collection. You clearly couldn't bring the whole thing, but maybe you'd be able to bring a piece?..
Oh, what if it's one of these cool rocks that people smash open to reveal pretty crystals inside. Geode, was it? You'd probably die from happiness if that was what it was.
You grabbed the nearest branch that looked sturdy enough. First time it hit the rock with a quiet knock. You hit harder. Nothing happens. You hit once again. The branch breaks, almost hitting you in the face.
Okay, so a stick won't work. Maybe another rock will?
You quickly find a rather big rock with sharp edges. You hold it securely with both hands as you take a stand.
Breathe in. Smash. Again, breathe in. Smash. Once more, breathe in. SMASH.
The boulder cracked loudly and you dropped your tool to pry it open, cursing the hot surface. But there were no crystals inside.
It looked as if you tore a sponge apart, the holes you saw on the surface went all the way through the rock. It was black on the inside. Wait, is it wet?-
....
You woke up when the sun was right above your head, effectively blinding you. You sat up, looking around. You were right where you were stargazing at night. All your stuff just as you left it, you even had your blanket on.
What a weird dream. But no time to dwell on it, you didn't like wasting time out here. Touching grass and watching nature wasn't enough to solve all your problems. You need your job and the comfort of your routine.
Stuffing some leftover fried mushrooms and potatoes in yourself as a breakfast, you quickly gather up your belongings and clean up after yourself. The trip back is long, but uneventful, except some dizziness you felt closer to the end. But you never moved so much before, so you figured that was as normal as seeing dark circles when you stand up a bit too quickly.
Surely, when you make it home, take a shower and have a good 18 hour long nap in your bed you'll be fine. And the management would be so happy to know that one of their nameless employees that took a week off would return only after a couple of days.
….
You make it home in a cold sweat. Your limbs feel like they're made out of overcooked pasta, you're dizzy as if you took a few turns of riding on a rollercoaster and you feel so sick that you think all your inner workings want to escape your body and leave you behind as an empty shell. The work can wait, looks like you've got severe food poisoning.
Damn mushrooms, you knew you shouldn't have trusted them.
The next day comes and goes in a haze. Time doesn't exist as you fall asleep and wake up a dozen times.
You tried eating, but anything that entered your mouth was pushed out by your raging stomach, so you were hanging only on water and bread. You cursed the mushrooms you ate on your trip for a hundredth time as you stood on your knees in front of the toilet bowl.
You'll never accept any food from the coworker that is into taro cards.
You're barely able to stand up to wash your face and mouth, hoping to get rid of the bitter taste. You splash some cold water on your face and then-
"How long is it gonna last?"
You jumped, startled by the sudden voice that came seemingly out of nowhere. You glanced around, paranoid that someone was in the bathroom with you, but you were alone.
"We can't eat, I'm hungry."
You jumped again as a slightly different voice whined in your ear. You were still alone. There was a long pause, before you sighed and whispered. "I guess I finally lost it. I have hallucinations now..."
"Hey, we aren't hallucinations! How rude." The voice calls.
"That's what a hallucination would say." You answer into nothingness. Well, if you were loosing it, might as well make the best of it.
Your left hand moves on its own and lightly slaps you on the face.
"Real enough?" A slightly huskier voice chuckles in your head. Pain feels real. That freaks you out a bit.
"That's my hand." You protest.
"Our hand." Both voices respond.
"Am I possessed by the ghosts of the soviets?"
No answer. For an alarmingly long time.
"No." Was all they answered.
"What are you then?" You ask, wondering what your hallucinations are gonna say.
"We're yours. And you're ours."
You were too sick to deal with it, so you went to lay down in bed and continue being miserable.
"What does it even mean?" You grunt, plopping yourself onto the bed.
"That means you're stuck with us, human." The higher voice called out suspiciously cheerfully.
You just groan. "Great, I'm having food poisoning and a bad trip."
The voice in your head grumbles, as if offended that you didn't stop thinking it was just a hallucination.
"That's not actually food poisoning." The huskier one says. "That might be because of us."
"Yup, your body doesn't want us here!"
"Too bad we can't leave."
"It can't get rid of us! We're bound now!"
You groaned once again, their chirping just making your headache worse. "Can you shut up for a minute?"
"Oh, do you still feel sick?" The chirpier voice asks.
You grunt in response, rubbing your eyes.
"Hm, maybe we can help with it…"
....
You don't remember anything after that.
The only thing you knew when you opened your eyes was that your body wasn't trying to get rid of your organs anymore. When you came back into this world and checked your phone, you noticed that a day was erased from your memory. It takes you some time to process everything, but you guessed that everything was just a weird fever dream.
You turn in your bed and take the phone in other hand to scroll through the news, just to see what you missed while fighting with the sickness. You thought how odd it was that you started hearing voices. It's been a long time since you had auditory hallucinations.
Anyway, you're just glad it's over now-
"Do you feel better now?" The voice in your head calls out cheerfully.
You drop the phone on your face.
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