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kate likes to hover. all. the. time.
she’ll come up behind you and stand with her hands clasped behind her back and her chin inches from your shoulder but will just stay there and let you keep doing whatever you were doing
if you’re making dinner, talking to someone, really just staying in one place for any reason at all, she’s gonna be right there
it’s cute most of the time except when you don’t notice and turn your head and run into her or have the jumpscare of your life
it’s especially cute when she’s on top of you and will top for a moment, your lips inches apart as you lock eyes and just enjoy being close to each other
i can SO SEE THIS
like she’s just a lil observer and wants to be near you but lets you do your own thing
like if ur studying or doing something artsy or smart she’d just kinda sit n watch from afar. its cute bc i don’t think she’d do it from a possessive standpoint either she just wants to be near you and likes seeing what you’re doing. if anything she’s just being nosey she couldn’t care less abt other people
i’ll let the top kate slide bc that is an accurate representation (i’d know ofc 🤷♀️) like she’d keep doing whatever she’s doing but she’d make sure to watch and see every detail
#it’s like when dads say they don’t wanna watch the movie but stand at the end of the couch the entire time#she is a lesbian dad#wcbb#kate martin#kate martin my beloved#sella is here !#thank you for this babes#i think i’ve earned myself a small rep for being a kate fanatic bc i didn’t even ask for kate but everyone delivered#you know me so well#she’s hot and i’m gay#ask#this did help btw thank you#i love u
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@strangeravatar made a great point
i was gonna focus on the spike-hotboxing-celestia aspect but i got distracted somewhere along the way and i think i forgot what joke i was trying to make
but dont you think its interesting how many guards of the exact same color/body type she's managed to accrue?? i do
ooohh you want to go look at our stickers so bad
#conclusion: if one of them smokes weed they BOTH get high#but it's a baby's metabolism vs a sun god's so if CELESTIA is zooted spike is DEAD#i also like to imagine rainbow dash becomes quite the philosopher while under the influence#and yes their bong IS zecoras potion bottle from season 4 episode 1/2 thanks for asking#anyways#this is a long ass comic with. minimal payoff. but we're POSTING IT ANYWAY BABES#i couldnt decide if it would be funnier to have zephyr breeze at the end or one of those regular white blue-haired blue-eyed stock guards#i left it as zephyr. the real ones get it#i guess the real ones are everybody who saw season 9 episode 4#but cmon why ELSE do you think celestia would hire that guy#it's cause she's a freak and im calling her out on my tumblr dot com#mlp#mlp fim#mlp friendship is magic#mlp g4#mlp fanart#princess celestia#princess luna#rainbow dash#fluttershy#spike the dragon#zephyr breeze#horse comic#me art#also that font is one i made based off my own handwriting!! im so happy about it#though it does look. exactly like comic sans#idk how to feel about that tbh#wow you can just talk to yourself in the tags forever and no one will even know huh
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Do you think rafe would wear necklace with his girl’s initial?? Like his girl bought it as a present and i’m curious on how rafe would react 😃
"so what i'm hearin' is you got me somethin' with my own money?" rafe asks, looking down at the neatly wrapped box, a pretty white ribbon looped around it. your fingers play with the satin bow, anxious for rafe to open it.
"rafe!" you start with a whine but stop yourself. "it's the thought that counts, okay?" he laughs, taking the gift from your hands.
"sure, kid. whatever you say." he undoes the bow, setting it aside since he knows you'll want to keep it. the wrapping paper gets ripped up and off, while you protest that it could have been reused. he opens the box, looking down at a thin silver chain. there's a little pendant hanging down, the shape of your initial.
he looks up from the chain at you, waiting for his response with big eyes and parted lips. you're playing with your R necklace, the way you always do when you're nervous.
"d-do you like it? i thought we could match," you say quietly, biting you lower lip in anticipation.
"yeah?" he questions, taking the jewelry out of the box and into his hand, feeling the weight of it in his palm.
"only if you like it. you don't have to wear it, i just-"
"just what?" he looks you right in the eyes, wanting your real answer, not just you bouncing around his question from nerves.
"i just wanted to make sure everyone knows you're mine." you lip stings from where you're biting down, rafe look into your eyes.
he opens his arms, and you crawl into his lap, taking the chain from his palm and putting it around his neck, clipping it into place. you smile, pressing a kiss to rafe's cheek, his hands tight on your waist.
"got that right, kid."
#babe i adore this prompt and you so much.#thank you <3333 hope you love angel#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader
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hear me out, loser! könig who's in love with his best friend and she drags him to go dress shopping and he has to consciously keep himself from drooling everytime she shows him a new dress. She's just so pretty, grabbable hips with the prettiest smile and she has that sparkle in her eyes and she's looking at *him.*
(18+) Dress Shopping with Loser!König
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“What do you think of this one?”
Loser!König has heard this question all day long, and if he answered honestly, you’d run for the hills.
Loser!König can’t believe you’re inviting him to ogle at you. His eyes devour the way each dress hugs your curves, your legs that curtsy and twirl as you show off, hips that beg for his strong hands. His favorite are the particularly low-cut dresses, shamelessly drooling over your plush, perfect cleavage. He imagines he’s slipping his hardened hands down your collar and into your bra, grabbing two handfuls of your soft breasts, massaging them against his palms.
Loser!König’s erection has turned painful long ago, forced to tuck his aching cock into the waistband of his pants in hopes you can’t tell that you’re torturing him. Torturing him with your perfect body, with that brilliant smile, with soft, sweet eyes looking up at him so innocently. It brings a heat to both his face and his cock, leaking and throbbing in his pants.
Loser!König who can’t stop thinking about how easy it would be to lift the hem of your dress and get a glimpse of your panties. He wants to sneak an upskirt photo, craves to know what color you’re wearing, what cut, if they’re lacy or not. The thought of a dainty bow on the top of your panties has a huffy groan threatening to leave his lips, a pretty little present for him to unwrap.
Loser!König can hardly resist the urge to drag you into the fitting room. Pin both of your wrists to the mirror with a brute hand, the other sneaking up your thighs and bunching up the dress. Grinding his aching cock against your front, nestling himself between your lips and rocking against your clit. Yanking your soaked panties to the side and bullying his thick cock into your dripping cunt while you claw at him, his name stuck in the back of your throat.
Loser!Konig who practically throws his wallet at the cashier when you go to pay. He would buy you a hundred dresses if it means he gets to look at you in them.
Loser!König pretends to use a fitting room to try on a shirt, but instead relieves his painful, throbbing erection, biting back his pathetic whines and grunts as he imagines he’s filling you up, hands dug into your hips in that pretty dress. Ravaging your tight, wet cunt until he paints the fitting room mirror with his finish, choking back a moan that threatens to twist into your name.
Loser!König is bright red and sweating when he leaves the fitting room, hoping you haven’t realized what a perverted creep he truly is.
“Äh, it didn’t fit.”
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Loser!König
#HEARD!!!#hi rayne-y babe-y <3 ily#<3 <3 💗💕💖💗💕#thanks for ask-in’#loser!konig#dadscannons#konig#könig#konig cod#könig cod#konig call of duty#könig call of duty#call of duty#cod#uhohask#cod x reader#konig mw2#konig smut#cod smut#könig smut#konig fic#konig headcannons#konig x reader#konig x you#x reader#konig modern warfare
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saw a billboard advertising a low calorie pasta as having "the same amount of calories as a salad." brother if you saw the salads i ate you'd hurl
#in this house we believe cheese and creamy dressing supremacy#they got rid of my favorite salad at that place by my work i'm gutted#this is for my friend who made this joke with me thanks babe couldn't have done it without you
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doodles i did for theseus' guide when chapter 2 was first written a month ago :3
id like to take the blame for ford being hit with the cowboy beam but it's just a more refined version of stumps original design ideas. all of the details on the outfit have a purpose! except the quartz necklace. that ones just for fun
#gf theseus' guide#gravity falls#billford#stanford pines#bill cipher#m.png#he was originally grimacing in the design drawing but then i was like. no. hes a goober.#now the people can know that theres just a stupid level of detail sewn into all his clothes#are the details anything? in the fiction yeah but for me drawing them theyre just whatever shapes were easiest#as i was writing these tags out of nowhere stump just said 'why does he have a jo crystal?'#'he doesnt. he has a normal crystal. for normal activities'#thanks for the tags babe#weird how perfectly timed that was#you heard it here folks NOT a JO crystal
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I think I remember you drawing stuff about Eddie being pregnant (body changes and stuff).
What about Dorian? How did he handle it? How did Astarion? Was he showing a lot? Or was it one of those "invisible" pregnancies? Did he try to hide the changes? Did he succeed and just showed up with a baby one day?
Sorry if you already responded to some of these. I do lose stuff on my dash a lot.
Love your style btw, it's just really pretty and interesting to look at, kinda... Idk the words very smooth and fluid looking? Kinda like there is movement even tho it's just an image.
Best of luck🍀 and look after yourself💗
i feel like he’s a very ‘whatever happens happens’ kind of person so he probably just vibed along with it (also after everything, what his body looks like isn’t in his priorities anymore). i also think that they Attempted to keep it secret for longer but dorian is a terrible liar and everyone just knew
i think astarion would be. as supportive as he’s able to be which isn’t much but he’s trying
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#tavstarion#dadstarion#also thank you!!!!#yeah there was no way dorian ‘entire loaf of bread in one sitting’ redleaf was going to be able to hide it#i think it’s funny if they don’t acknowledge it to other people anyway and keep coming up with excuses#and then act like the babe just fell on them out of nowhere
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Not @briefle, @terraglows and i making a comic for @hotguycomiczine???? surely????? with much help from @gingermaple
#GUYS I LITERALLY CAN'T WAIT TO READ THIS ZINE YOU HAVE NO IDEA#this project was SO MUCH FUNNNN#brie's writing is so good#and the art was super fun to do#big thanks to maple for flats as well you're a babe <3#hotguy comics zine#hgcz#hotguy#hermitcraft#illustration#hermitblr#cuteguy#archillustrates
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as it should
#Venom trending during pride month#Symbrock#Venom#Venom 3#We are so back babes#Tom Hardy thank you for this#Lmao#venom the last dance#Cannot wait#Veddie#venom 2018#venom symbiote#sony#marvel
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taetae style for @magicshop ♡ cr. namuspromised, dwellingsouls as part of bangtan cc's for palestine; donate here!
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an idea… rafe and shy reader having sex for the first time
everything's overwhelming with rafe, but this is particularly so. you thought you were completely ready for it, from the way you had handled everything else so well. in fact, rafe was the one taking things at the slowest pace possible, trying to make sure he didn’t pressure you into something you weren’t ready for.
you didn’t like it—thought he was trying to be something he’s not. he’s gentle with you but never like this, never to this extent. it must be a big deal then, sleeping with rafe, giving him your virginity, you finally decide, if he’s acting so differently about it.
in fact, you think you’ve been ready to give it up since you first started dating him. rafe brings it out of you, coaxes a different side of you out with gentle words and soft touches. you’re going mad over it. you can’t count the amount of times you’ve crawled into his lap at any given opportunity, anywhere the two of you are alone—his truck, the couch in your living room and at tannyhill, the hidden booth at the country club. you’re begging for it, not sure how much more obvious you can get.
you finally decide tonight’s the night—following a nice dinner with the two of you. you had spent extra long getting dressed up, a pretty white lingerie set on underneath your blue dress, all done up for rafe. finally back at tannyhill, entire body vibrating and tingling with excitement, you don’t wait another moment, crawling into rafe’s lap and kissing him hard. you take off your dress and rafe stops just for a second to take in how forward you’re being.
“hey,” he finally breathes against your lips, pulling away. “c’mon, you’re not ready for this.”
“yes i am!” you whine, impatient and horny, feeling rafe get hard underneath you. you want him to be able to do all the things you know he wants to do, want them done to you. “i am, i am-” and you lean back to kiss him, ending up pinned underneath him before long.
he knows you’re not, but he plays along. you’re so wet already he doesn’t have to do much, but he makes you cum all over his fingers anyways, hoping it���ll satiate you.
“please, rafe,” you moan against his mouth, pushing in for another needy kiss. “wan’ it inside. please.” and he does know you, knows everything about you, but even he can’t resist when you say things like that.
you watch with big eyes while he lines himself up with your wet hole, hovering over you. you think you’re so ready, that three of rafe’s fingers inside you should be comparable to what you’re about to feel, that you’re more than prepared. your eyes squeeze shut when rafe pushes inside, all the air leaving your lungs. you try to moan out but it’s more of a gasp than anything else, one that rafe swallows into a kiss.
your eyes get watery—it’s just habit. it hurts, too, because rafe is so much bigger than you expected. you bite your cheek, looking up at rafe through teary eyes and clasping a hand over your mouth—you don’t want to admit that he was right.
“c’mon kid, give it up. y’not ready for this, i know you,” rafe says, leaning in close to your ear to whisper it quietly. he’s not even half-way inside you.
“i-i can take it,” you hiccup. you hate disappointing rafe.
and it’s not that he doesn’t want to—he does, desperately so, wants to fuck you within an inch of your sanity every time you walk into a room and look at him with your shy eyes and sweet smile. he wants to break you, wants you cumming on his dick until there’s nothing left in your head, no shyness left in your heart. but he wants it when you’re ready for it, not like this.
it only takes another minute, you finally admit you’re not ready, and rafe pulls out of you. you feel like crying, terribly sad and dejected, wishing you could just be normal for rafe for once, be what he wants.
“stop,” he says, wiping away a stray tear. his arm rests over your stomach, trying to get you to lighten up. “when you’re ready for it, i’ll fuck you until you can’t think. s’just not today, kid.”
you finally agree when he says that, getting over it because you know without a doubt in your mind—rafe knows you better than you know yourself.
#omg what a lovely lovely prompt thank you babe <3#this may not be what you were expecting#to me the very first time they have sex its too much for shy reader so it doesn't actually happen happen... but it is still the first time#i rlly wanted to write something like what you guys would expect but i really felt like this is more real of their relationship lol#anyways <3 i hope you like it!#rafe cameron#rafe cameron x reader#shy reader
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Would you ever write anything with a plus size reader? Maybe she’s (or they, can be gn idc!) really insecure but they hide it behind jokes and Konig sees right through it because he does the same
Cut to him always giving them compliments and making sure they stay fed and throwing them over his shoulder like they weigh nothing (usually in front of people cause he likes to embarrass and humiliate reader cause he is still kinda a jerk /affectionate/)
Can be nsfw or whatever you want, I’m not good at plot lol so Idk I just need him to treat me like I’m a teeny lil thing (cause let’s be real he really is a mountain lol)
König x PlusSized!Reader
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He’s getting tired of this nasty habit, liebling.
Everyday before your shower, you’ll stand in the mirror, honing in on that gorgeous, perfect body, digging for any little thing to critique.
“You better be thinking nice thoughts in there, little one.”
You just let out a groan, too far sunk into the spiral of self-hatred to claw yourself back out.
König rises from his spot on the bed a greets you with disapproving, half-lidded eyes in the mirror.
“What is it this time?”
“Tummy. Thighs. Chest.”
“Ach, you mean the best parts?”
You answer with an annoyed hum.
Konig will place his big, sturdy hands on your bare hips from behind, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your shoulder.
The gentle peck distracts you from the strong arms scooping you up, a squeak leaving you as he sweeps you off your feet in one swift motion, ripping away your view of yourself in the mirror.
“König!”
“What?” He draws, carrying you from the bathroom to the bedroom.
“Put me down!” You say through a giggle, kicking your feet in his restraint.
“Hold on, I just have to get my curls in.”
He holds you horizontally across those strong arms, muscles tensing as he lifts and lowers you while you giggle all the way.
“I’m too heavy for this!”
“Barely a warm-up, liebling.”
He effortlessly tosses you onto the bed with a bounce, crawling over top you before you can even finish your squeal.
He showers kisses all over your bare tummy, his stubble sanding against plush, soft skin. Trailing his slobbering kisses up to your chest, giving your perfect breasts plenty of love. Your thighs would be last, showering you with pecks and even licking slow stripes across the flesh.
“König!”
“What?”
He’ll feign innocence, but that cocky smirk on his face betrays him.
“It’s too bad you can’t see what I see.”
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#thanks for asking i love doing requests they get me thinking out side the box#<3 <3 💗💕💖💗💕#i hope i delivered#sorry this was kinda short#and also not in public fuck me dude i’m failing y’all today#not my best work#idk y’all toss at my muse and she babe ruth’s them into my skull dad is NOT in the drivers seat here#dadscannons#uhohask#uhohwriting#konig#gentle!konig#könig#konig cod#könig cod#call of duty#cod#konig call of duty#könig call of duty#konig headcannons#könig headcanons#cod x reader#cod x you#x reader#konig x reader#könig x reader
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I love your writing so much!! If you are taking prompts (no pressure!!!!): daniel doing something cute for max’s bday while they are together in Perth after Singapore ❤️
Hello, I love you!! You are SO nice and I appreciate you sending a prompt! This was probably not what you were envisioning, even if there are cute things happening, but I hope you like it anyway. I wanted more birthday stuff but it sort of ran away from me. Also, this is about 2k oh god.
Daniel figured out in the early days, even before they were actually together, that Max doesn't care much about his birthday.
He will never say no to cake (unless his trainer gives him really mean looks), he appreciates gifts, and he loves a good party, but he has no real feelings about it being his birthday.
Daniel had asked him about it once, wondering if maybe there was some sort of deep rooted trauma behind it he didn't know about, but Max had just shrugged, easy and relaxed. It is not important, Daniel, when I get old, if I am getting older every day.
He knows that this year Max has no plans for it, and knows that neither of them minds, both just wanting a quiet day with each other.
It's been...a lot, lately.
Even here, away from the crowds and the hungry world that has just recently spit him out, like a bitter and unwanted bite, it's not been easy to let everything go.
The first two days after landing they had barely left the bed, sleeping and kissing lazily, too drained to even have sex. The third day they had spent with Daniel's family. The fourth, the one when the news had become official for the world, he had gotten horrifically drunk, in a way he hadn't done in years, Max being the one providing glasses of water for once and hands on his forehead while he was crying over a toilet bowl. He doesn't have many memories of the fifth one, spent nursing the worst hungover on this side of thirty.
And then he had tried to start his new life.
He doesn't know yet how that will look like, which makes it harder, but he's taking one step at a time, like his mom has been telling him.
Yesterday's step had been joining Max for some training, because he doesn't want to actually become a couch potato, and looking into finding a new internet provider after Max's numerous complaints.
Today's first step is going to be the farmers market.
He considers waking up Max for it, but it's barely seven a.m., and he doesn't actually want to be threatened with bodily harm this early in the day, so he leaves him with a kiss (Max doesn't even stir) and a post-it note on the bedside table.
It doesn't take long for him to decide that the farmers market isn't for him, at least not yet. Maybe it's an acquired taste, but there's just too much going on, bustling people pressing around him, vendors loudly calling out prices, colorful things attracting his attention everywhere, making his head spin.
He manages to get what he wanted and then flees, back to the safety of his car and towards the quiet of the farm.
It's only when he's halfway there that he realises that a few years ago he would have loved all of it, and then has to force himself to not have an existential crisis over it, wondering if it's just a result of getting old, or if something about the last few months has irrevocably broken him.
When he pokes his head into the bedroom, he finds that Max is awake, sitting up against the headboard, phone in hand and blankets pooled around his waist, looking soft and sleep-mussed.
"Good morning," Daniel says, stepping inside and feeling the warmth of Max's smile wrap around his lungs. "Happy birthday."
Max, impossibly, seems to soften further, his ears growing pinker.
"Thank you," he says, his voice still raspy with sleep. He reaches for Daniel, but he holds up a hand, taking a step back towards the door.
"Hold on, I have something for you. Don't move."
He watches as Max makes a show of settling back against the pillows and stilling there, beaming at him when Daniel laughs, retreating in the other room.
He comes back holding a paper bag and a bottle of orange juice in one hand and a small bouquet of flowers in the other, offering both to Max with a smile, refusing to feel self conscious about it.
Max blinks up at him, fingers just a touch away from Daniel's hand, surprise and confusion mixing on his face.
"For me?" he asks, soft and amazed.
Daniel nods, not really trusting himself to speak, and Max finally closes the distance, wrapping his fingers around the bunch of stems and taking the flowers from Daniel, pulling them close to his chest and burying his face into the colorful petals.
Daniel doesn't really know what kinds of flowers they are, he just chose a few that looked pretty, but he doesn't think it matters. Not when Max looks up at him again, cheeks red and eyes bright, smiling wide wide wide, happy and lovely.
"Thank you, Daniel," he says, so earnestly it cracks something open in Daniel's chest, unwanted and unexpected, making him feel like everything is too much once again.
Luckily, Max seems to notice, because he always notices, and he settles the flower gently on the blankets, uncaring of the wet stems, before tugging Daniel down in his lap. His hands are solid weights on Daniel's hips, and for the first time since he woke up that morning, Daniel feels like he can breathe fully, settled and steady, the feeling of being adrift that he had refused to acknowledge pushed away for a little while longer.
"What's in there?" Max asks, thumbs rubbing circles on Daniel's hipbones, gesturing with his chin towards the paper bag still in Daniel's hand.
The smell of baked goods has for sure given it away already, but Daniel makes a show of it, extracting a croissant as if it was a bunny from a magic hat, wishing Max's laughter could seep right into his bloodstream, weaving itself around his cells.
Max bites into the croissant cheerfully, not minding the flaky crumbs that rain down on the sheets, thanking Daniel again and humming his approval.
Daniel's chest feels warm.
"What's that?" Max asks again while he chews, pointing at the orange juice.
"Orange juice," Daniel tells him, untwisting the cap and offering the bottle to him, missing Max's hand as soon as it's gone. "Watched Marco squeeze it fresh myself."
He does his best to keep his face straight as Max hesitates, bottle halfway up to his mouth, eyes narrowing.
"Marco?"
"Charming guy, yes," Daniel teases, unable to keep himself from smiling any longer, amused by Max's frown, "about sixty years old."
The frown disappears as fast as it had formed, and Max smirks at him, finally taking a sip.
"Forty years too old for you," he says once he has swallowed, laughing at Daniel's outraged squeak.
Max makes it up to him by offering him the middle bite of the croissant, sweet custard oozing onto his fingers, and then again by kissing Daniel thoroughly, sweet with vanilla and sugar.
"I have something else," Daniel tells him some time later, when they're all kissed out, pushing away from Max's chest and clambering back onto his feet.
Max follows him without question, tugging on a pair of shorts abandoned on the floor, and grabbing the flowers from the bed, taking them to the kitchen counter before joining Daniel outside.
Daniel grabs his hand, because he can here, away from prying eyes, and guides him around the porch to a cardboard box peeping quietly.
Max gasps, immediately crouching in front of it and opening it, letting out a surprised laugh when he sees what's inside: four little chicks, fluffy and pale yellow, tweeting up at him.
"You said we needed them to have a real farm," he says, carding his fingers through Max's hair, "and mom said I needed a project."
Max has his fingers in the box already, trying to pet the chicks without startling them, but he leans back to beam up at him, eyes crinkling.
"I love them," he declares, steady and unashamed, before turning back to the box.
This time, he manages to scoop two chicks up in his cupped hands, taking them out and cradling them against his chest, humming happily.
"I think you're their mama now," Daniel jokes, "you'll have to come back for them."
He knows he's said the wrong thing as soon as it's out of his mouth, Max's shoulders tensing, even as his hands stay gentle around the chicks. He doesn't know how to backtrack though, doesn't really want to, so he watches as Max puts them down again and gets up, knees cracking.
He goes to make a joke about that too, something about Max getting old, but the words get stuck in his throat at the sight of Max's unhappy expression.
"Of course I'm coming back, Daniel," Max says with a frown, steely certainty behind it. "Did you think I was going to leave and..."
He doesn't finish his sentence, crossing his arms and looking away, blinking rapidly.
"I..." Daniel swallows, picking at a cuticle on his thumb. "I'm sorry."
It's again the wrong thing to say, Max turning back towards him, eyes shiny and thunderous expression.
"I love you, Daniel," he snaps, forceful and determined. "I love you, Daniel, not the you who races. I am not going to fuck off and leave just because..."
He shakes his head, reels himself in. Daniel doesn't know if he's breathing, but if he was, he stops when Max steps closer, bringing his hands up to cup his cheeks.
"I will have to leave, because I need to finish this season, and maybe the next, I don't know, but I am always coming back. Any time I can find time, I will be here. Or in LA, or wherever you will decide to be."
Max swipes his thumb along Daniel's cheekbone, leaning forward to gently thump their foreheads together.
"I wish you were racing with me," he whispers, a confession he hadn't let Daniel have yet. Daniel's heart is split open. "Always it is better, to race with you. I thought we would be racing until we both retired, but I don't care that it is different. I will miss you, when you're here and I am there, and then I will come back."
Max's fingers are damp with Daniel's tears now, and Daniel lets himself be tugged closer, wrapped in the safest arms he knows, hiding his face in Max's neck.
"I'm sorry," he croaks again when he finally finds his voice again, twisting his hands on the back of Max's sleep shirt.
He feels Max's take a deep breath, letting it out against Daniel's hair.
"I wish I could fix it," he says slowly, measuring his words, "but I don't like when you say that I will leave. I have never left. I will not start now."
And he's right, Daniel knows he's right, but it's been hard to remember what he still has lately, after everything went down.
He nods against Max's skin and then lets Max hold him, gently rocking side to side, the chicks peeping softly at their feet, until he doesn't feel like he's going to break with every stuttering breath anymore.
"I was thinking we could go down to the trail," he murmurs, lips dragging against Max's damp shirt. "Take some food, have a picnic. I bought bread rolls."
Max squeezes him tightly once more before putting some distance between them to be able to look at his face, smiling gently.
"I like that. You can make the food while I take the babies to their new coop."
Daniel freezes.
"You have bought a coop too, right Daniel?" Max asks, eyebrows raising. Daniel can feel himself blush.
"I...didn't think about it?" he tries to justify himself.
For a second Max just stares at him, and then he starts laughing, dropping his head against Daniel's chest.
"Stop laughing at me!" Daniel whines, hitting Max's shaking back, but making no move to step away.
Max hits him back, then straightens himself, laughter still etched in the lines of his face.
"Alright," he says, slightly out of breath, "we are going to buy a coop instead. Or build a coop, I don't know what is better, we'll have to call your dad. And we'll do the trail tomorrow, or the day after."
Tomorrow, or the day after.
It seems to hit Daniel all at once, that this is the start. He has tomorrow, and the day after, to do anything he wants. To go on hikes with his boyfriend, to think about new projects, to pick up old hobbies and interests, no schedules to stop him. And he will have tomorrow, and the day after, even when Max has to leave to go racing again, because Max will come back, to have more tomorrows, and the days after, with him.
He surges forward, crashing his lips against Max's, who gasps in surprise but eagerly kisses him back, until all that's left in his brain is tomorrow and Max.
Only then he lets Max go again, stepping back with a smile.
"Let's go get a house for the babies, baby."
And in the lines of Max's smile he can almost see it already: tomorrow, and the day after.
#and now i am going the fuck to sleep#i didn't read this back i am way too tired for that so please if it makes no sense if there are sentences out of place or typos or anything#just ignore it okay? thanks#maxiel#my writing#thank you again babe i hope you like this i love you#and yes i will push my 'daniel buys chickens for max' agenda until i DIE#i have now put it into three different fics already and i regret nothing#i know the start is a bit clunky but it's been rough okay just be nice
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This is just my personal reading, but I think Ethari is a very interesting, and morally greyer, character than he's generally perceived as.
He's kinder than his husband, gentler, more open-minded; and he holds the exact same values that led Runaan to try and murder a child.
He knows what Runaan does is evil. He knows it takes a toll on him, on their marriage. But he believes it is necessary evil, and comforts Runaan with that when his husband shows the slightest flicker of self-awareness some doubts.
Runaan and Ethari once again manage to demonstrate they are deeply, movingly in love, while simultaneously revealing some pretty questionable cultural values. This isn't a knee-jerk “stand by your man,” either. It's not an accident they're so well-matched despite their different personalities; Ethari believes in this just as much as Runaan.
He made Runaan beautiful, deadly weapons Runaan used to kill other people. He Ghosted 3/4 of his family. He told his 15-year-old daughter her father's blood was on her hands, which f*cked her up at least as much as the Ghosting.
However, I don’t want to judge him too harshly. I’d only be so rational days after living with the knowledge that my husband was likely tortured to death, and I think this is just as much an indictment of Moonshadow society as it is of Ethari personally. I think he deeply regrets wronging his family, and I think he’ll be among the first of the Moonshadows to denounce Ghosting, publicly, to make amends for the times he did not. I think he’ll be among the first to realize the damage they have done, and urge them to make it right.
Ethari is kind and sweet and gentle. But his society is not, and does not encourage this, especially in dark times.
#Ethari: Yes the things you do are evil but they are necessary and I know you do them for the right reasons. And I will always love you. 😌#Runaan (who will kill many many people in the coming years): Thank you so much babe; what would I do without you?#This is not meant to drag Ethari he's great!#the dragon prince#tdp#ethari#runaan#ruthari#moonfam#moonshadow elves#bloodmoon huntress#tdp season 7 speculation
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why are you, a minor, writing nsfw fics? where tf are your parents kiddo??
I've had quite a few people ask me questions like this lately, so I'd like to clarify a few things.
Firstly, my mum is a fan of my writing. She reads most of my pieces (minus the smut although she's aware I write them). In fact, she often helps edit my one-shots because I have dyslexia.
Secondly, it's adults, much like yourself, who tend to treat topics like sex, drugs, and alcohol as these forbidden subjects for minors that will cause kids to explore these things in a way to rebel against their parents. When adults aren't open to discussing these matters and teaching kids how to approach them safely, it actually makes them more curious.
In my experience, having parents who are open and willing to have these conversations has built trust between us. They've allowed me to have a drink on special occasions and have been open about sex, rather than treating it as taboo.
So yeah, that’s where my parents are and that why me, a minor, am writing nsfw fics! 😁
#bethsvrse#thank you for listening to my TED talk#it’s such a silly question to ask#like babe there are bigger issues in the world
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playing with his teeth.... like.... he's got FANGS and you, stressed out, isekai'd, and tired to the bone from all the walking you're doing with the destined one, you, poor thing, have veryyyyy little logic left in your head when you guys finally settle down for the night around a fire.
it's not as dark as you'd expect, much differently from your home, the moon and stars shine brightly without the light pollution blocking it and makes his fur shimmer. and you're staring, because you're tired enough you can't help yourself anymore.
you see the way his teeth glint in the firelight when they peek through his lips, a rare sight considering your dear destined one doesn't talk - his open mouth saved almost entirely for the yips and chitters he lets out when he strikes down his enemies. sharp teeth and lithe muscles, an incredible display of prowess.
it also felt.... almost intimate, seeing his teeth as he concentrates on the knots tying things to his belt. his tongue, pink and soft, pressed between two sharp canines in concentration and he hisses every once in a while when his sharp nails don't catch right on the strong threads.
your staring wasn't unnoticed either, the destined one's senses were nothing to sneeze at so of course he figured out you were staring. he'd known for a while now, tonight wasn't the first time you'd let your gaze fall heavy on him, but he'd never let you know he knew - never looked up and met your eyes. subtly he'd stand or sit a little taller, puffing up because even without confronting the feelings, he could recognise he loved your attention on him.
tonight, your gaze felt more.... just more, and it was distracting him from his knots. tonight he looked up and caught the way your eyes, sparkling with firelight, widened as you were caught. a flicker of mischief in him purred at your flushed cheeks.
cheekily, he tilted his head in question.
after months of travel together, of course you knew what his gestures meant. you were pinned by his gaze, by the quirk of his brow and the small amount of teeth you could see through what was almost a smirk.
god he looked good in warm lighting.
you scrambled over your words, "I just- sorry I'm not trying to be rude, honest! I've just never seen teeth like yours and I was wondering if maybe..."
you stared down at your hands and his brow quirked, urging you to continue.
"if maybe I could see them closer..?" you asked with your cheeks flushed red enough for it to be seen through the fire's red hue. you wanted to see him? look at him? get up close?
fizzing pride trilled in his chest and he nodded. your eyebrows raised in surprise and he could almost see the skittish joy in your irises.
you shuffled over, sitting in front of him on your knees with your back to the fire and got impossibly close to his face. he stopped breathing as every sense became focused on you, the twinkle of your eye, the halo the fire cast around you and the gentle hand you - seemingly unknowingly - brought up to his face.
his eyes weren't soft per say, but they were half lidded and warm enough you didn't feel the need to pull your hand off of it's course, reaching to gently press on one of his canines. the rest of your hand cupping his face, fingers sinking into his fur, as your thumb explored the sharp point of enamel.
there was a thrill to it, as plenty docile as the destined one was around you, those teeth were made for ripping flesh apart. he had the complete capacity to take your thumb, already part way in his mouth, off in seconds probably if the speed at which he dispatched yaoguai said anything. but here he was, letting you, proke and prod him, sitting nice and still and following your eyes with his own.
the soft pad of your thumb pressed down on the sharp peak of his tooth, it was ever so slightly blunter than you were anticipating - but still sharp even when the majority of their potential rested in his bite force. you could imagine how easy it would be for him to draw blood with his teeth, it excited you a little - what a quirk of nature to give such a quiet monkey such sharp teeth.
but also you couldn't help but imagine them on you, thinking about the amount of blood a wound by them could cause, about how the light press of them on your shoulder would feel. you swallowed, but pushed the thought aside, shifting in your spot.
the rest of his teeth weren't as sharp, though when you looked back into his eyes as your thumb edged towards the tooth just behind his canine you were met with a heated look. it took you by surprise, too lost in the sharp feeling under your thumb, but you were met with no resistance as your thumb brushed over the duller, but still pointed tip.
curiosity mostly sated, your own tongue running over your teeth out of pure comparison, you pulled away.
your thumb brushed back over his canine, and your breath hitched at the feeling of the flesh of your thumb pad being held between two sharp points, the light friction sending a spike of jittering electricity down your forearm before the sharp, light feeling settled in the space between your thumb and your wrist.
you glanced back up at the destined one's eyes, they regarded you with intense observation, holding your gaze but flickering to chase the twitch in your facial expression.
you noticed it now, your other hand resting on his thigh and the warmth beneath the hand you still had on his jaw and the new pressure as he'd leaned into it. the slow flick of his tail. his blown out pupils.
your cheeks felt like they were on fire and you swallowed.
you pulled back, thumb dragging against the sharp point of his teeth and sending a new fizz of raw feeling down your arm, almost whimpering at the ghost of the feeling of the tip of his tongue following your retreat.
you averted your gaze quickly, not speaking, and he followed your every movement. the shift of your clothes on you and the ever so slight movement of your heart hammering beneath them.
he smiled. small, proud, and mischievous. you were awfully cute when you were bashful, he should bite you more often.
#black myth wukong#black myth wukong x reader#the destined one x reader#BITE ME!!!!!!#apologies if this is completely incoherent i started it at 7am left it for several hours started another paragraph and then cried for#another hour before finishing it (unrelated reasons) so like#everyone say thank you to coffee and gum#my babes they help me focus
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