#prompt 24

[kybercrystals94]

Sounds Like Him

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Angstpril 2024 | Day 24 | Prompt 24: Ghost of You

Rated: G | Words: 435 | Summary: Wrecker and Crosshair talk about their lost brother. | Character Focus: Wrecker, Crosshair 

Wrecker groggily wakes to the sound of sure fingers typing. “Go to sleep, Tech,” he grumbles, turning over in the pull down bunk to face the wall. 

The typing stops abruptly. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you.” Crosshair’s voice. Not Tech’s. Never Tech’s. 

Tech is dead. 

Wrecker rolls to his back, stares at the bunk above him. “Sorry,” he says. 

Crosshair makes a scoffing noise. “What for? I woke you up.”

“I thought you were Tech for a second,” Wrecker says. “It just sounded…like he was here. The way you were typing. Haven’t heard typing like that since before.”

Crosshair is quiet for a few moments, and Wrecker isn’t sure he’s going to answer, and then, “Hunter types like a newborn blurrg’s first steps.” 

Wrecker barks out a surprised laugh, turning his head to look at his brother. Crosshair smirks back at him. 

“I missed you, Cross,” Wrecker says. “A whole lot.” He isn’t sure why he’s suddenly feeling sentimental, but the words need to be said. 

He misses Tech. Every day. 

But he also missed Crosshair. 

Every day.  

Crosshair blinks at him, smile dropping. He glances away. “I missed you too.” 

Wrecker sits up, ducking his head so he doesn’t hit it on the upper bunk. He leans forward, propping his elbows on his knees. “Did Omega ever tell you about Tech winning a pod race?”

A half shrug and a nod. “A little. No details, but I got the gist of it.” 

“You should’ve seen him,” Wrecker says, becoming animated. “He was the craziest racer there.” 

Crosshair chuckles. “You sound surprised.” 

“Nah,” Wrecker says. “Just proud of him.” 

His little brother hums. “I would’ve liked to see that,” Crosshair mumbles, looking down at the data pad gone idle in his lap. He pecks one finger at the screen, igniting it to life, but he doesn’t do anything else with it. “There’s a lot of things I should’ve been here for.”

Wrecker swallows, but only lets his silence agree. 

“Maybe,” Crosshair continues once the quiet between them has settled, “you can tell me what happened…with the pod race.”

Wrecker grins so big it hurts. Until this moment, he hadn’t realized how badly he’d wanted to share this story with Crosshair. All the details, even the ones he and Tech and Omega had carefully left out when reporting to Hunter and Echo. 

“Well,” Wrecker says, swinging his legs over the side of the bunk. “I’ll have to start at the beginning.” 

Crosshair rolls his eyes good-naturedly. “Well, that’s obvious,” he snarks. 

And kriff, if he doesn’t sound just like Tech when he says it. 

@the-little-moment @just-here-with-my-thoughts, less than a week left of Angstpril! But that also means less than a week until the end of the Bad Batch 😭 I'm not ready!!

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[chocoblep]

#24: Asking a Friend

Prompt: Bar

It had been a busy night. The bar had been packed the entire time, and if he was being honest, he was ready to go home. When one worked behind a bar enough, one came to see certain things quite a lot: People in groups, chatting away with each other about serious things or nothing at all. Couples, having intimate moments and fights. People alone, talking to strangers, hooking up with others, or drowning their sorrows with booze.  There were always drive-bys, those who came for a single drink only to scurry off to a dark corner or ringside spot. Sometimes he saw people he knew and called friend, and sometimes he met kind new faces.

But none of the people here right at present, for all his friendly, flirtatious facade, were the people he wanted to see right now. As he finished his shift and wiped down the counter, his mind raced; he needed to start planning his treasure hunt, and he needed to put some thought into his proposal, and he’d talked to everyone that was involved except for one person. He left the tavern behind, taking the aetheryte to the place where he knew he’d likely find the last person on his list.

As he walked into Nightingale House, he paused to look around. He was a frequent visitor here, and it was not unexpected that he’d find his way here alone, even if these days he typically came for a friendly spar with Shev. When he found Aeluan, he was in the kitchen with Shev, having a quiet conversation as they ate. He knocked on the door frame, and both of them turned to look at him.

“Hey, guys!”

“Starlight, what’re ya doin’ here?” Shev asked, looking a little concerned. “Everythin’ all righ’?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, everything’s fine,” Kismet said, fixing Shev with a tired smile. “Just got off my shift. I needed to talk to Aeluan, so I figured I would stop by before going home.” he looked to Aeluan, who looked a little confused as he shoveled curry into his mouth. “Can I borrow you for a moment? I promise I won’t be long.”

“Hmm? Sure!” Aeluan replied. He slid out from behind the kitchen counter, and then came toward Kismet. Halfway there he stopped, though, turning to point a finger at Shev. “Leave my curry alone, Shev! I’ll know if you touched it!”

“On m’ honor, Blue,” Shev said solemnly.

Kismet snorted, and when Aeluan reached him he led him downstairs and out the front door, only speaking once the door had closed behind them. He’d thought about what he was going to say all night, and now that he was here, his heart thumped a warning in his chest. What if Aeluan said no to either of his questions? What if he didn’t approve? Well, there was only one way to find out if this was going to work.

“All right, well, as his best friend, I wanted to get your thoughts and your blessing. I plan to propose to Shev. And… regardless of whether you give your blessing, I was hoping you might be willing to do a favor for me regarding a gift I’ve gotten him. A rather large seafaring gift.”

(( Aeluan belongs to the lovely @valdiis! ))

[pillow-anime-talk]

Congratulations on reaching 4000!! I read your TG Drabbles and absolutely fell in love with your writing so I was wondering if I could get prompt 24 + Urie 💕💕 fem! Ghoul reader x quinx member Urie!! Thank you :)

# tags: scenario; kinda enemies/lovers and current relationship; light romance; drama; angst; ghoul!reader & quinx!kuki; crying, vomit and blood mention; dead body; kinda ooc!kuki (but not much); suggestive

includes: female reader ft. kuki urie {tokyo ghoul}

author’s note: hi! thank you very much for this request! i really like kuki and i am really happy that i can write about him! love u

24. “I’m a monster! Can’t you see it?!”

Your blood-stained long T-shirt, tears on your cheeks flushed with heat, a few strands of hair on the dirty floor, and the fear in your eyes seemed to the young Inspector an image that was downright terrifying, even nightmarish; however, not because of your appearance and the look of the room you both were in, but because of how scared and sad you were at that time. How much your eyes shone with self-loathing and how damned deep down you wanted to disappear and never be born.

“I’m a monster! Can’t you see it?!”

Of course he knew you were a ghoul. The walking grotesque, his enemy, the walking death, humanity’s greatest failure. A abominable monster.

He knew and watched you for months, studying your whole body and your behavior – he believed that he would eventually find a magical solution that would restore your humanity. He has kept you as a secret for a long time from the rest of his co-workers, from his command and from his own family. Although he knew every day that you could attack him, he bravely endured your outbursts of aggression and murderous desire, insatiable anger.

He was there when you vomited trying to eat a tomato and cheese sandwich, he was there when you cried into his shoulder, begging him to kill you, and he was there when you felt too human, wishing he would love you and stay with you for ever. He was in your worst and nastiest moments, but he was also next to you when you smiled slightly as you laid the last wild draw four card on the table and shouted a loud, almost carefree ‘Uno!’. He was always there and will always be.

It was hard for him to bear the sight of your hands in the dark liquid, your torn clothes and the traces of murder that were right under his feet. You killed an innocent woman who got a promotion in the family business two days ago. You killed a person who probably had a family who loved her, children who had to be kissed before bed, or even a dog who was eagerly waiting for her to put some of his favorite food in his bowl. You ate half of her firm, sweet flesh with tears in your eyes, and when Kuki caught you in the act, you nearly ripped out your own windpipe to relieve your own suffering. If there’s one thing you hated, it was definitely being a ghoul.

The silence between you two was interrupted only by your painful crying and the sound of cars driving down the street a few floors below. You looked alternately at the dead headless woman and at the man you loved, once again begging him to finally kill you. Of course, he didn’t do it that night, nor when you begged him to do the same three days later, clutching his shirt in a tight grip; behind you lay the lower limb of some five years old child.

It was hard for both of you to live with the thought that you loved a human and he loved a being he should have killed the first time he discovered your true colors. But he couldn’t do that. He just couldn’t.

You were both weak and pathetic.

[midcinmancave]

Story Prompts:  “You didn’t do anything wrong.”, “No, I’m not okay.”

Story Title:  The Price of Royalty (part 3 of 3)

Summary: Robert is missing... the Princess is in despair. Complete Story Source on FB

Fictober24 Submission #14 Fandom:  Midnight Cinderella Featuring:  Robert Branche, The Princess Warnings:  Angst, Past physical violence Ratings/Genre:  General Audience, Drama Writer: Robert Branche

[promptsbytaurie]

prompt #24

“Maybe one day I’ll grow up.”

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Sicktember #24

Prompt: “Did you just sneeze?”

Fandom/OCs: Grey’s Anatomy (Meredith and Derek)

Words: 710

Sicknario inspo: Doctor with hay fever from this post

Author’s comments/background: I’ve only written Grey’s Anatomy once before for a fic exchange event (read it here) but it’s a fandom I’ve been in for a long time and always intended to write for. Not sure how great the characterization is here since admittedly it’s been a minute since I’ve revisited these lovlies, but I think it works. This is set in the first few seasons when Meredith is still an intern and super angsty and pining after Derek from afar, AKA the best part of the series IMO. This is also the only allergy fic this year. Allergies aren’t usually my thing, but I try to squeeze at least one in every Sicktember. 

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In Meredith's opinion, spring was the most horrible time of the year. Everyone pretends to be happy about the flowers and the birds and the love in the air in spring, and fake happiness is Meredith's worst nightmare, but it's not just the fake happiness. She was also cursed with the world's worst spring allergies, and she spent most of every spring wanting to claw her eyes out from the itching or else worried her nose was going to fall off from all the sneezing. Allergy medications didn't work, except to make her tired enough to fall asleep standing up, and she would choose being sneezy over being near-comatose in the OR any day. She could keep the sneezing under control when she needed to, at least usually. 

One morning though, while doing rounds with the rest of the interns, her nose betrayed her. She was the presenting intern for one of Dr. Shepherd's patients, and it was an interesting case that she was excited about. The minute she walked into the patient's room, though, she knew she was in trouble. The smell coming from the two massive bouquets of flowers beside the bed almost knocked her over, and she cleared her throat to ward off a coughing fit, making an unattractive hacking noise. Cristina elbowed her none-too gently, giving her a "get it together" look. 

Meredith did her best to get it together, but she was fighting a losing battle from the start, since all the flowering plants outside had nearly done her in before she'd even arrived. She started off in a clear voice, presenting the case and all the research she'd done, but the itch in her sinuses grew nigh unbearable in moments. Derek saved her by asking the interns a question just as she was about to lose control, and while Cristina was showing off her knowledge, Meredith turned to the corner of the room to let out a stifled sneeze. It was quiet, thankfully, and she hoped no one noticed. Yet when she turned back around, Derek was looking right at her. 

"Did you just sneeze?" he asked with a half smile. 

"Nope. Just clearing my throat. Sorry." She felt Cristina's eyes boring into her, which Meredith pointedly ignored as she continued to present, trying not to breathe in the smell of the flowers. It was a lost cause though, and out of nowhere she sneezed, harsh and wet and totally unhidable, all over the chart in her hands. 

"Bless you!" exclaimed the patient. "Oh dear, are you getting a cold, dear? Or–oh no, are the flowers bothering you?"

"I'm fine," Meredith managed, though her eyes were streaming and her nose wasn't far behind. "I'm not sick, don't worry about me. So as I was saying…."

She pushed through the rest of her presentation through sheer force of will, but her fate was sealed, and she crushed another sneeze into her shoulder as she finished. 

"Bless you!" exclaimed the patient, the patient's husband, and Dr. Shepherd. The other interns were either snickering behind their hands or looking sympathetic. 

Derek quickly came to her rescue even as she felt another sneeze building. "Thank you, Dr. Grey. She explained what we're going to do very well, but do you have any questions for me?"

As the patient and her husband began to interrogate the neurosurgeon, Meredith accepted the inevitable and turned away to sneeze twice more into her elbow. The patient turned to look at her once more.

"God bless you again! Are you quite sure you're alright, dear?"

"I'm really fine," Meredith sniffled. She forced herself to smile at the ridiculousness of the situation. "And anyway, I think we're supposed to be asking you that."

Her breath began to hitch into another sneeze, and this time Derek turned to her with an amused look. "Why don't you excuse yourself and go blow your nose, Dr. Grey. I think we've got it from here. But come back when you're ready and we'll go over the case again, away from the flowers."

Red-faced, Meredith did as she was told. Yes, she thought to herself as she washed her face in the bathroom down the hall, she really really hated spring.

[lire-casander]

#24 letting out their anger in front of them

letting out their anger in front of them original prompt list here

Tough days are bound to happen in his line of work. Carlos knows that. TK knows that. Everyone and their brother know that.

Knowing something doesn't mean Carlos is ready for those days when they roll together in a row.

His hands are shaking from exhaustion when he makes his third attempt at slotting the key into the lock of their loft. To any outsider, it may look like he's drunkenly trying to open his door. It couldn't be farther from the truth.

The truth is that he's so ready to give up he's about to kick the door open.

Just when he's seriously thinking about stomping all over the wood, the lock clicks open and the door slides to the side, revealing an equally tired-looking TK.

"Long shift?" his fiancé asks, mostly rhetorically, as he steps aside to allow Carlos to enter their home.

"The longest," Carlos replies. He drops his bag on the floor and has barely taken three steps into the living room when TK speaks again.

"Want to talk about it?"

And, somehow, that's the last straw for Carlos. That's all it takes — a sliver of kindness after a horrible day — for him to snap.

He turns around and faces TK, his hands still shaking, though this time it's due to anger. "Do I want to talk about it?" he questions through gritted teeth. "Do I want to talk about the three casualties at a car crash that could be alive if a drunk driver hadn't taken her car? Do I want to talk about the woman who can't report her abusive husband because she'd have nowhere to go? Or do I want to talk about the little girl murdered by her father simply because he was mad at his ex-wife?" Within each question, Carlos’ voice rises higher, until it's almost an anguished shriek that hangs over their heads like a threat.

Through it all, TK remains silent, enduring Carlos’ words as he cries them, as the pain he feels bubbles up inside of his chest until it bursts and he finds himself collapsing on the floor, knees hitting the ground while tears finally fall down his cheeks. TK rushes to his side, gathering him up in his arms and murmuring soft reassuring words into his ear as he rocks them both.

Later, much later, Carlos will think about how lucky he is to have TK by his side — someone who understands the frustration that builds up whenever there's something he can't fix in the world, someone who knows that his anger isn't directed at anyone but himself. But right now, while he's being held as though he's the most precious thing in the world, Carlos simply lets his pain flow out of his system.

Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.

[lynlee494]

After a close call, Bucky Barnes finds himself alone in the Tower.

Solitude is not something that bothers Bucky, and a chance to relax and nurse his wounds wouldn't be so bad...if it wasn't also Steve and Bucky's anniversary.

It certainly didn't help things that there may have been a mix up with Bucky's medicine.

[sexilene]

boy nextdoor!jj is so hot hehe him choking me while he fucks me in a matting press AHHHH. want to see him smirking down at me through his floppy blonde hair wet with sweat as he puts his other hand over my mouth so my parents don’t wake up :3

ohmygoodness stop it right now. the way i smiled reading thisss pleaseeee!!! adding this to the kinktober list cuz why not!! #19 (ignore any spelling mistakes sorry lol!)

anotha little boynextdoor!jj x girlnextdoor!reader thought ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

when your boyfriend does manage to sneak in through the window by climbing on a tree…he usually spends the night. your parents go to sleep fairly early, like soon after dinner early, so that gives you and jj some alone time in the dark without worrying about one of your parents randomly entering your room to check on you. it's happened before and though jj is getting better at running to find a hiding spot, it's is not ideal.

your parents figure you like to fall asleep to the tv you have in your room watching your little movies, and that it’s the movies making the little sounds. while that is true on some nights, this time around both the tv, you and your boyfriend are making sounds.

“jay!” you squeal when he throws your legs over his shoulders, bending down again to press his flushed hard cock deeper into you. “shhh, gotta be quiet, like a little mouse, quiet okay?” he shushes you, your little movie still on in the background, providing a decent amount of light to illuminate his features and yours.

“uh huh…okay” you nod, still a little dazed due to the past two orgasms he gave you by fingering you a little over 20 minutes ago. once he pushes into your puffy pulsing heat, he wraps a strong hand around your throat and starts to squeeze down, causing you to furrow your eyebrows and grip the hand on your neck. jj is practically trapping you there, underneath him getting incessantly plowed by his big dick.

“wanna hold my hand?” he offers you the hand that’s not on your neck, you mewl at his sweetness, he’s still trying to make you feel as loved and safe as possible even if he is fucking you like he hates you.

“mhmm!”

“here babydoll” he takes your hand in his, the sounds of skin slapping skin faintly bouncing off the walls, not wanting to risk waking the whole neighborhood up with the way he really wants to be pounding into you right now.

your lips are swollen from his kisses, drool threatening to escape the corners of your lips, tear stains on your cheeks glisten due to the lighting, your hair all messy, and still jj thinks you look like the prettiest little thing.

“y’look cute, c’mere” your boyfriend grunts, pulling you up by your neck for another kiss, “harder jayjay, please harder!” you whisper, needy as ever.

“i know babe,” jj chokes you harder and uses his other hand to rub your clit in fast circles, “g’nna cum again!” you squeal out.

“gonna wake up your parents, hold on,” he takes his hand off your neck and covers your mouth to keep you from making any more loud noises, as much as he loves to hear them….

“alright kittie cat no more screamin’ or im gonna have to press your face into the pillow,” he whispers in your ear.

“mph- nmm” your words muffled by his big hand,

“yeaaaah good girl, almost done baby, just keep takin’ it…” he bends your legs back further into a mating press and starts thrusting in again. the position causing his dick to go in deeper and hit the spots that make you melt. that combined with the way both your bodies all sticky with sweat and how he smells all salty and musky, makes you roll your eyes back and then squeeze them shut.

“h-ha…shit, y’so warm and wet holy fuck i love you so much.” jj grits through his teeth, bringing that hand back down to play with your pulsing clit. you whine into his hand as you cum hardddd on his dick, squeezing him so hard he can barely pull out to thrust in again.

“shhh sh sh, there you go…reaaal yummy huh?” he coos, bringing that hand back up to choke you again, “baby girl likes getting choked huh? dont’cha?”

you try and make a sound but you just can’t with how hard he’s squeezing your neck. “yeeeeaaah she likes it, little pussy gushes on me when i squeeze your throat like…thisss…” he gives a few final hard sloppy thrusts, letting go of your neck to give you a breathing break, sweat dripping down his chest, before he shoots hot strings of cum into your cervix.

he doesn’t pull out to keep all that cum stuffed in you and bends down to give you wet sloppy ‘good job’ kisses, whispering an ‘i love you’ after every kiss.

“think we were pretty quiet this time?” your boyfriend whispers looking into your eyes, and all you can do is give him doe eyes, pout and let out a little “mph!” ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

"How come there's no multi-war chess?"

Tim looked up at the entity that had been haunting him for the past few weeks now, "What does that even mean?"

"You know how chess is basically a game about two kingdoms going to war with eachother?" The being asked, his white gloves gesturing about lazily, "well wouldn't it make sense for chess competitions to make the players go into the next round with only the pieces that "survived" the last war? It would be more interesting."

Danny smirked as he watched Mr. Drakes mind whirring at all the new strategies and potential. Comforted in the knowledge that Mr. Drake wasn't going to get much paperwork done tonight, let alone have time to work on his project for the competition, Danny let himself vanish from the other boys office.

All he needed to do was keep distracting Tim from the competition and that prize was all Tuckers.

He just prayed Sam didn't find out he was doing this or that he was getting chased around by bats every other night or else she'd kill him the rest of the way

[kybercrystals94]

Misplaced

By KyberCrystals94

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Whumptober 2023 | Day 24 | Prompt 24: “I thought they were with you.”

Rating: G

Words: 673

Summary: **I can’t resist some gentle whump once in awhile. No permanent damage done, just a lesson learned, you know?**

“One job, you had one job, Echo,” the cyborg mutters, eyes scanning another side street. Hunter’s going to kill me.

“Make sure she’s within arm’s reach of you at all times,” Hunter had said.

Echo had rolled his eyes. “I was an ARC trooper, Hunter. I think I can handle watching a little girl.”

It all happened so fast. One minute, Omega was right there at his side, chattering endlessly about everything she saw: the architecture, the culture, the vendors, the sky, the ground, that plant, that pebble…Echo had, admittedly, started to tune her out, focusing his attention on finding a shop that sold a part he needed for the Marauder’s mainframe.

“Omega,” Echo said, “keep an eye out—” he looked down at his sister only to find the place she had occupied at his side empty. He looked to his other side, behind him, around him. His heart rate spiked so fast he felt the vein pulsing in his neck. “Omega? Where are you?” He tried to sound casual, unconcerned. It didn’t work.

Echo is trying not to panic. It won’t do him or Omega any good if he panics. What did they tell her to do if she got separated from the squad? Stay where you are. We’ll find you. But when and where had Omega realized she was lost? Where would she be waiting? Would she be waiting? What if a bounty hunter took her? Or another nefarious individual? The universe is full of them. Echo curses under his breath.

He should comm the others, have them help search. She’s been missing for…five standard minutes? Anything can happen in five minutes. Force, Echo!

“Echo?”

The man turns sharply and finds himself face to face with Tech.

Tech is glancing around. “Where is Omega? I thought she was with you.”

“She was,” Echo says, “But she wandered off.”

“You lost her.”

“Don’t just stand there,” Echo says, “help me find her!”

“Have you tried her comm?”

Echo blinks. He kind of forgot about that.

“I take that as a no,” Tech replies primly. He takes out his comm. “Omega, do you copy?”

“Tech! I found the coolest vendor. They sell all sorts of things!” Omega’s excitable voice immediately replies.

“And would Echo agree?” Tech asks.

There is a long pause. “Uhm. I think I lost him.”

“Fortunately for you,” Tech says, “I found him. I will return him to you in short order. Stay where you are.”

“I’m not a lost tooka,” Echo grumbles as he follows Tech through the streets to Omega’s location.

“You certainly looked like one.” The smirk in Tech’s voice is oh-so-painfully obvious. “I’ve never seen you so frantic.”

“I wasn’t frantic.”

“Hmmm. Why didn’t you think of communicating with Omega over comms?”

“I forgot we’d given her one.”

“Because you were in a state of panic which clouds logical thought.”

Echo knows he doesn’t have any right to be annoyed with Tech’s smug assessment of the situation, so he grits his teeth and doesn’t offer a rebuttal. Tech glances over his shoulder, and Echo sees that his brother’s eyes alight with amusement.

“I’m sure we’ve all learned a valuable lesson,” Tech continues, “I don’t see why it would have to be reiterated by Hunter.”

“You’re not going to tell him?” Echo asks.

Tech rolls his eyes. “I could fill several data pads with the things I haven’t told Hunter.”

Echo wishes he could see those metaphorical data pads.

They arrive at Omega’s location, and the girl bounds up to them, grabbing Echo’s hand. “I am so sorry, Echo! I turned around and you were just gone!”

“I could say the same thing about you, kid,” Echo huffs. But he gives her hand a squeeze. “How about we do better about sticking together, huh?”

Omega nods emphatically. “Yes, sir!”

“I think it’s best if I keep an eye on the both of you the remainder of this expedition,” Tech says loftily. “Come along, I still need to find a couple of parts for the hyperdrive…”

END

Author’s Note: There is no fear quite the same as misplacing a child in your care…and I don’t think even level headed Echo is immune.

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[chocoblep]

#24: Protecting the Produce

Hinan Akaruta was a man of means. The Koi business was doing well, and the money coming in was enough to keep the business afloat and give both himself and Rhuk their own little nest eggs. He was saving for something he’d not tell anyone about (especially not Rhuk) and though he’d been steadily putting a little bit away at a time, he was concerned that at the rate he was saving, it would be at least a year before he could afford it.

Maybe he should have taken up something more practical than origami as a hobby.

He’d been contacted by an old employer about a job that would pay well, and he’d agreed to do it after he’d learned that it was short. Rhuk had insisted that he would be fine on his own for a few days with the shop, though he seemed conflicted as to whether he wanted Hinan to do the job or wanted to keep him home. The fact that there was any conflict there at all had warmth blooming in his chest, and when he left for the three day adventure, he pulled Rhuk into a massive hug and told him that he loved him more than life itself. Rhuk, for his part, had laughed and told him he’d only be gone three days, and it wouldn’t even be a dangerous job, but he loved him too.

That was how Hinan found himself helping one of the orange orchard owners in La Noscea install and test defenses and deterrents for his property. It wasn’t glamorous work, or even really fitting for a contracted mercenary, but the owner trusted him to give him honest feedback regarding where his property was most vulnerable, where many of the local contractors had little experience sneaking onto others’ property. Not that Hinan was particularly subtle, but he did a decent job adjusting and moving things as needed while testing.

When he was done, he recommended a few other things and pointed out places in the property’s fencing that needed to be repaired or replaced, and then recommended his brother when the owner asked about building a few custom storage solutions. On his way back home, said brother was on his mind, so he called him on his linkpearl.

“Hinan,” his brother answered, voice full of warmth.

“Aniki,” he began, and then smiled. He’d reached Shirogane, and didn’t have much time before he arrived home, so he walked a little slower so that he didn’t feel like he had to rush the conversation. “I’m on my way home from a job. I was just thinking about you.”

“Oh, were you?” Aeluan asked, sounding a bit surprised. Hinan wished he wouldn’t; that he had cause to doubt that anyone was thinking about him at all made Hinan’s heart hurt a little for him. For a man whose shadow far outstretched his own, he was extremely lonely.

“Yeah,” Hinan said. “And I recommended you for a build job, so you might be getting contacted soon for that.”

“A build job? It’s not making counterfeit cocks again, is it? Because I had to tell that lady she didn’t want to make those out of wood.” His voice was skeptical, wary.

Hinan burst into laughter, stopping his forward progress entirely. It took a moment for him to recover. “No, no! I swear, I didn’t know that’s what that lady wanted! No, this guy owns an orange orchard, and he needs a custom storage solution, and was also thinking about a new table and some chairs for his patio.”

“Oh! Well, that is doable. We’ll see if he gets in touch.” There was a pause, and then Aeluan spoke again. “How are you? I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Yeah, Rhuk and I have been kinda busy. You wanna get together for dinner sometime soon?”

“I’d like that.”

“You at Nightingale House right now?” Hinan asked, and then added, “Because if you are, I’ll see you in about two minutes.”

“I’m at the beach house,” Aeluan said.

“Oh. Well, then I’ve gotta let ya go, but let’s get together soon, okay? I’m pretty sure I’m about to be pounced.”

Aeluan laughed. “You might be. Give Rhuk my love. And I love you, Hinan.”

“Love you too, Aelu. I’ll hug him for you.”

When he cut the linkpearl, he was halfway up the steps to the front door, and as he crossed to the hallway where the door to his suite resided, he heard it: The quiet thump of a door closing, the near-silent scuff of bare feet on wood.

“It’s just me,” he called, and Rhuk popped his head around the corner ahead of him with his ears straight up and a grin on his face. Naturally, the rest of him followed, and soon enough he was throwing himself into Hinan’s arms. They stayed there like that for a good ten seconds, before Hinan loosened his grip and leaned down to kiss Rhuk between the ears. “Orange you glad to see me? I missed you.”

“Missed you too,” Rhuk replied, and then rocked on the balls of his feet. “And that was bad! I bet you’re hungry.”

“Oh, am I ever,” Hinan groaned, and they headed into their suite. Rhuk paid special attention to him for the rest of the night, helping him to wind down after his travels, and he let him pamper him. After all, who was he to say no?

[lostalioth]

☆ hi my loves here we go with a what 3rd or 4th i don’t even know attempt at doing kinktober lmaoo. now as always i can never seem to finish kinktobers which is why i lower how many days i do as well as i pick a variety of characters to write for so i don’t get bored writing all month for the same 3-4. the same as last year i will plan on posting a fic sort of every other day so (sun, tue, thur, sat) which is why it’ll be 18 days and not 31. if you recognize any as repeats in last years kinktober prompt lists, yes i carried some over from past lists that i didn’t get to.

☆ i do not do taglists on any of my fics and kinktober is no expection however you can follow my library acc → @aliothslibrary i reblog all my fics on that account seconds after i post it, and only my fics so if you wanna be notified of my posts for kinktober follow that acc and put notifications on :) you can also search up the tag #lostalioth kinktober for all my past kinktober fics etc.

☆ MY BLOG IS 18+ MEANING MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!! ALL OF THESE FICS INCLUDE SMUT AND EACH WILL HAVE THEIR OWN INDIVIDUAL WARNINGS.

day one → body worship + love marks w/ roommate!stucky

day two → dry humping + handcuffs w/ steve harrington 

day three → high sex + bribery w/ eddie munson

day four → bondage + fingering w/ tasm!peter parker

day five → creampie + master kink w/ loki laufeyson

day six → face sitting + thigh biting w/ marc spector

day seven → piercing + cock worship w/ bucky barnes

day eight → pain kink + praise w/ dean winchester

day nine → obsession + belly bulge w/ logan howlett

day ten → overstimulation + hand job w/ sub!miguel o hara

day eleven → semi-public sex + against a wall w/ steven grant

day twelve → dacryphilia + corruption w/ perv!bsf!eddie munson

day thirteen → cock warming + begging w/ steve harrington

day fourteen → free use + primal play w/ logan howlett

day fifteen → lap dance + choking w/ mob!bucky barnes

day sixteen → edging + sir kink w/ steve rogers

day seventeen → caught masturbating + anal w/ sam winchester

day eighteen → double peneration + drunk sex w/ steddie

☆ hope you enjoy my babes!! please send me feedback, don’t be shy to comment or reblog your reactions to the days as i love seeing how you guys feel about my fics :) thankk you so much for reading and supporting my writing if you do and if you don’t for whatever reason that is perfectly fine as well!!

[midcinmancave]

Story Prompt:  "Is it over? Is it really over?"

Summary:  Byron hears a scream in the middle of a stormy night. Complete Story Source

Fictober Submission #12 Fandom:  Midnight Cinderella Featuring:  Byron Wagner, Albert Burckhardt, Nico Meier, The Princess Warnings:  A bad storm Rating/Genre:  General Audience, Romance Writer:  Byron Wagner's Admin

[sturnioz]

꒰ STURNIOZ KINKTOBER '24 ꒱ !

you should’ve never listened when toxicex!matt promised you ‘just the tip’.

"don't give me that look," matt drawls, tilting his head with a smirk as he steps closer, invading your personal space, positioning himself between your parted legs on the bathroom counter. his ringed hands glide over your skin. "obviously called me in here for a reason — you.. you want somethin' from me, yeah?"

"i don't know what i'm doing," you whisper truthfully, shaking your head as you try to push back the confusion clouding your thoughts, pressing your palms against his chest in a futile attempt to create distance. "i don't know what i want. my head is just... all over the place."

"c'mon, don't be like that. you always do this — act like s'all complicated, but you know exactly what you want, baby..." his words wrap around you like thick fog, blurring the lines between desire and doubt. "you need me... gotta start admittin' that to yourself."

"i... i don't.." you stammer, struggling to get the words out, having an inner battle with yourself.

no, you don't need him. you don't want him at all. he's toxic. he's bad — bad for you. but even as you continuously tell yourself this, a familiar ache lingers in your chest — a part of you that does want him, that craves him.

you hate it. you hate how weak he makes you feel, how he can slip through the cracks of your resolve with just a few carefully chosen words. it's infuriating, knowing he holds so much power over you. you wish you could silence that part of yourself, the one that still craves him.

"even if you say you don't wanna be with me anymore, you need me," he repeats to you again, and you close your eyes, desperately trying to block out his words, but it's no use — especially as his hands resume their slow, deliberate massages along your thighs. "m'the only one that can give you your fix, right? that.. that's why you keep runnin' back to me."

you swallow thickly, grappling with your thoughts. "matt.."

"i know, sweetheart," matt coos, a mocking pout stretching across his lips, his expression exaggerated for effect. "let me give you want you need, 'kay? i'm helpin' you get your fix — nothin' more. just a friend helpin' out a friend."

"matt," you warn, speaking his name with an edge of desperation, fully aware that this is going to be nothing like he claims as his fingers graze beneath your dress.

"just the tip." he promises, his voice low and smooth. you know better than to trust him; every instinct screams at you to pull away and not fall back into his trap. yet, as his touch lingers, a part of you melts, betraying your better judgement.

you hate the smug look on matt's face when his fingers brush against the damp patch on the front of your panties, avoiding looking at him as his fingers hook around the flimsy garment, pulling it down your legs and baring your glistening folds to the cool air.

the sound of his metal belt being popped open has a shiver running down your spine, biting down on your cheek as matt settles himself between your thighs again, his lips curled into a smirk as he wets them.

"just.. just the tip." you remind him, and matt lets out a dismissive hum, nodding his head as he lines himself up before sinking the tip inside your warmth, breaching your entrance.

your mouth drops slightly, gripping the counter beneath you for support, savouring the initial stretch — but a gasp leaves your lips, eyes widening as you feel matt push in deeper.

"you promised." you whine despite spreading your legs apart further, your head falling back against the mirror as matt moves, withdrawing slowly only to thrust back into you, keeping his grip firm on your hips.

"i know," matt drawls as your walls flutter around his cock, making him crane his neck back with a guttural moan.

your own moans grow louder, more desperate as each snap of matt's hips drives him deeper within you, your body jolting with the force of his thrusts. tears build at the corners of your eyes as you raise your hips to meet his movements, feeling so wrong and disgusted with yourself for being weak.

you should stop.

you should tell him to stop and get out of here, save yourself, your dignity.

you should stop him from slipping back into your life — into your pants.

"harder," but you find yourself muttering instead, barely recognising your own voice as your trembling hands come up to touch his cheeks, feeling his stubble beneath your skin. "please, matt."

a smirk curls on his lips as he nods his head, his forehead resting against yours as his hips grip your waist. "told you... y'need me."

© STURNIOZ

[mischievous-thunder]

The actual slow burn in Deadpool and Wolverine is the striptease Marvel made Wolverine do

Those insane arms are the first to go bare

However, the climax (pun intended) comes with a shirtless Wolverine with his iconic mask on which is one of the most divine sights Deadpool along with each one of us has ever had the chance to witness

Wade does know how to multitask because the way he saves the world with 207 bones in his body has to be the trickiest feat he's ever accomplished.