#Was planning not to post anything at all until I finished the writing prompts in my ask box

[caterpillarinacave]

[cryptidghostgirl]

hiii can i request a silly little scene i have in my head? ok so!

alastor x wife! reader- theyve been together since they were alive, legit partners in crime they both encouraged eachother to kill and when they reunited in hell after around 8 years they were independent once again UNTIL They got in trouble with Lilith and she took reader to be like her slave until Alastor finished helping Charie with her dream (until he helped prove that demons can be redeemed) so they didnt see each other for another 7 years (his absence)

And all throughout the first season hes like “I miss my wife, Husk. I miss her a lot” (while drunk-) like that one sonic dub meme and starts shaping his shadow creature into reader and talking to it and everyone is like “m yep he’s officially lost it.”

BUT then Sir Pentious is redeemed and Lilith sees and shes like “damn :/“ and send reader to the new hotel via portal and reader just. falls on the ground in front of the big entrance and everyone hears it and they rush out and Alastor is quiet, wide eyed and reader goes smth like “i know- i shouldnt have accepted it in your name but-“ blah blah she rambles on about it and Alastor just goes “Youre as beautiful as the day I los you.” LIKE THAT HEARYBREAKING SCENE FROM HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON 2 ;-; and everyone reacts in their own way

I REALLY NEED THIS BUT I LACK THE ABILITIES TO DO IT HEEELP (love u)

A/N oh bestie,, i got you. I was actually planning on something similar where Alastor was getting drunk at a bar and talking about the love of his life (I'm still gonna write that one too but I really like this prompt!!) You guys really come up with the best requests, please keep sending them in.

Fuel and the Fire (Alastor x Wife!Partner-in-Crime!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: ANGST also bad words (idk why i wrote the warnings like this). Also Angel Dust is in this one and I love him but he is a warning on his own.

Word Count: 2,392

Master Lists:

Master Lists 

Hazbin Hotel Master List

Alastor and Y/n, partners in crime, the fuel and the fire. On a first glance, it would be assumed she was his fuel, the coal and dry leaves he fed himself by. Once anyone got to know them -- and god, what trouble a person was in if they got to know them -- they quickly realized it was the other way around.

Hand in hand from day one, from childhood. Running from the cops, washing the blood off one another's faces. In the living world and life after death, nothing could tear them apart. He was the soil she planted herself in, he was her rock and Y/n? Well she was Alastor's everything. He'd do anything at all for her, all she had to do was ask.

For a decade, they terrified the living world. They were the reason to double check the lock on the door before bed, they were the ominous shadow at the corner. When cold death wrapped them in his reckless grasp, they turned their terror on Hell.

The pair made a name for themselves quickly, filling up the airwaves and making waves in the underworld. For generations, they reigned supreme. For generations, they knew no fear. Then one day, they simply disappeared.

When Alastor reappeared on the streets seven years later without his shadow, the town was alight with gossip. No one knew where he had been, where she still was, or why he had returned but Alastor quickly rebuilt his operation, setting up shop at Lucifer's daughter's Hazbin Hotel along with several of the souls he owned.

The hotel's other residents and workers were distrustful of the man, to say the least. He was shifty, wore a constant smile, and rumors circled around him like birds of prey. That was until about three months into his stay, at least.

Angel hadn't meant to eavesdrop. He'd been coming down to the bar for a drink and a rant of his own when he'd heard the familiar, crackling voice of the Hotel's host.

"I just... I miss her so much, Husk."

He sounded sad, utterly dejected. Angel crouched down on the staircase, hiding his slim body behind one of the ornate posts supporting the railing.

"You keep saying that but do nothing to go find her. She disappeared the same time as you, you know." came Husk's gruff reply.

"I know she did."

"You keep saying that, acting like you know something. Admit it: you don't know shit, Alastor."

Alastor's radio waves faltered, squeaking slightly. Angel tensed in terror, wondering if he'd been found out. This was clearly a private conversation, and the Radio Demon was testy at the best of times. Right now he seemed positively furious.

"Don't test me, Husk." Alastor said after a moment, breaking the tense silence, "She... we both got roped into something. I am doing my part, she is doing hers."

Angel straightened himself up, deciding it was high time he entered the room. He still wanted that drink, after all. He let his feet fall heavily on the stairs, alerting the others to his presence. Husk turned toward the sound, meeting Angel's eyes as he entered the bar. Alastor, on the other hand, kept his back to the spider demon.

Taking a seat beside Alastor, Husk immediately poured Angel a drink and slid it across the counter towards him.

"So, tough night, Smiles?" Angel asked, turning to Alastor who downed the rest of his drink in a single gulp.

"I don't know what you're talking about, my good fellow." Alastor hummed in response.

There was a threat in his voice, but Angel could tell the demon's heart wasn't in it. Everything was just, odd.

"Yeah... sure..." Angel scoffed, taking a sip of his own drink.

"Radio man was crying to me about his wife five seconds ago." Husk grumbled and Angel's eyes went wide.

"You have a wife?" he asked, turning back to Alastor, "I mean, I get it. I'm in to the whole 'tall dark and creepy' thing too but, you care about someone? I don’t know if I can see it.”

Alastor's eyes narrowed as he turned on Husk. The cat demon rolled his eyes in a brazen display of disrespect. He knew his master well, knew this was the only thing he had any leverage with the man on. With a deep breath, Alastor placed his hands firmly on the bar top and pulled himself to his feet. Not saying another word, he disappeared into his shadows.

That had been the first odd occurrence. Of course Angel had told Charlie and Charlie had told everyone, had even approached Alastor about it. The Radio Demon brushed it all off with skill and for a while, things were quiet.

About a month later, the second strange thing began happening. Alastor had always had a certain sway over shadows, everyone knew that. However, he very rarely used them, brought them out if it wasn't to hide him or take him where he needed to be. Then, suddenly, one began to follow him.

"Uh, Alastor?" Charlie had timidly approached him the first time she saw this happening.

"Yes, Charlie my dear?" Alastor asked, turning to face her as he tossed his microphone in the air, catching it neatly in the center of the stand.

"Well, we were just wondering if everything was... okay?" she asked, her hands behind her back and a pointed gaze on the shadow.

"If everything..." Alastor trailed off, following the path of Charlie's gaze and realizing what was going on, "No, no my dear. Everything is quite all right, quite alright indeed."

"Well, okay... If you say so." Charlie had relented after a few moments, unsure of what else to do.

Eventually, the members of the Hazbin Hotel grew used to the shadows, they too slipped out of their minds. Overcome with impending doom of the extermination just a month away, Alastor's strange behavior was no longer a priority.

That had been until the third odd occurrence came into being. It was Sir Pentious who had noticed it first, drawing it to the group's attention as Alastor walked through the lobby and past the group doing trust exercises there on his way to some meeting or another with the other overlords.

"Sir Pentious?" Charlie had called, trying to bring him back to earth as he watched the place Alastor had occupied, "Sir Pentious?"

"Pentious!" Vaggie yelled and his head snapped to her, "You're not coming up with some new plan to attack Alastor, are you?"

"No!" he quickly exclaimed, waving his hands frantically in the air, "Not at all just..."

"What?" Vaggie asked through gritted teeth, advancing a step forward, her spear in hand.

"It's just... doesn't that shadow Alastor has had following him well.... doesn't it kind of look like a woman?"

Husk broke out into wild laughter while Angel widened his eyes.

"Oh, he's definitely lost it now." Husk exclaimed as he calmed himself, clutching his stomach, "If I knew Y/n was the secret to breaking him down, I woulda done something about it years ago."

"No you wouldn't have, ya big talker." Angel teased, elbowing the cat demon lightly.

"Y/n?" Sir Pentious asked.

"Alastor's wife. That was her name." Husk replied.

"Did you know her?" Charlie asked.

Alastor had left the hotel, the threat that had held their questions at bay for months was gone and the topic was right. Husk nodded.

"So, what's she like?" Angel asked suggestively, "Is she more of a dom? Does deer boy like to get dicked down by his lady?"

"Gross." Charlie shook her head, her hands to her temples, "I do not want to know that."

"She's a good kid." Husk said after a moment, "She's nice..."

He trailed off.

"But?" Vaggie prompted, sensing there was more that he wanted to say.

Husk sighed.

"If you think Alastor is trouble, she's a fucking house fire set for the insurance money."

"So probably not interested in being a guest." Charlie dejectedly stated.

Husk shrugged.

"You never know. It has been seven years since anyone has seen her. Alastor allegedly knows where she's at but, he hasn't gone after her. Just keeps whining to me about it so, I don't know. Maybe she's changed. I doubt it though. Sweet as a pea, sharp as a knife."

Charlie had never felt such relief as when she learned Alastor had not died in the chaos of the battle. The hotel was destroyed, heaven was pissed, Sir Pentious had died but, at least he was alright. They rebuilt the hotel, Alastor's same shadow of a woman trailing after him wherever he went. After about a week, thanks to all the angelic and demonic powers involved in the construction, the new Hotel was finished.

It was just as they put the finishing touches on the place, hung the portrait of Sir Pentious they'd commissioned above the fire place, that a portal opened in the lobby. Everyone tensed, banding together behind Charlie and Alastor. Angels were coming, they were sure of it.

A crash echoed from the other side, a sharp yell and then something tumbled through the portal. With a flash, the portal disappeared behind the shape of a person huddled on the floor. She coughed violently.

Alastor's eyes went wide. Everyone else was too distracted to notice, but if they'd have been paying attention, they would have seen his shadow disappear.

The girl was filthy, her clothes torn and her hair tangled. She let out another, sharp cough before slowly lifting her head. Alastor took a trembling step forward.

"Y/n?" he asked, his voice soft in disbeleif.

A smile, wide and sharp, split the woman's bruised face in two.

"Hey hun, I'm home."

In a flash, he was at her side, helping her to her feet, checking her for wounds.

"Jesus, Y/n." he sighed, "You're a mess."

"I know."

"Y/n-"

"I know. I shouldn't have done it, you don't need to lecture me. I didn't have a choice. It was you or me, Al. I couldn't... I can't... I had to. You've gotta understand."

"Sweetheart-"

Y/n cut him off again, her speech a single, constant, stressed-out stream.

"It was stupid, I know. I know. I really do but, she gave me the option and I couldn't say no cause then if I said no you'd really be the one in trouble a-"

Alastor raised a hand gently to her cheek and Y/n's words caught in her throat. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes at last.

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you."

His voice was soft, so quiet the others could barely hear him. Y/n's cheeks flushed a bright pink. Her hands found the lapels of his jacket, holding them lightly.

"I.." she stuttered, her mind racing.

With a sigh and a slight shake of her head, she gave up in the search for words and buried herself in his chest. Alastor wrapped his arms around Y/n, pressing her tightly into his frame.

"God, I missed you." she said, her voice muffled by the fabric.

Alastor pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

"I love you." she continued, "I'm so sorry."

Alastor pulled her off of him, leaning down the slightest bit so they were eye to eye. Y/n, wiped a stray tear away, letting out a slight, sad laugh. Alastor's eyes traversed her face, caressing every crevasse.

"I'm so glad your alright but, I don't understand." he said at last, "How are you back? The deal..."

Y/n nodded and Alastor's eyes went wider still. Leaning on Alastor's shoulder for support, she turned her eyes onto the rest of the group.

"You must be Charlie." she hummed softly, meeting the young demon's gaze.

Taking a deep breath, Charlie stepped forward and nodded.

"Yes, I am. I run the Hazbin Hotel, which is where you are, to help rehabilitate sinners."

"I know." Y/n nodded, her voice quavering slightly, "I've heard so much about you. You... my dear, it worked."

"I- what?" every other question died in Charlie's throat, shock shot through her body like a bullet.

"It worked." Y/n confirmed, "You did it. I had a deal, a deal which Alastor went to your side to get me out of. If you succeeded in redeeming a soul with his aid, I would be free. And here I am."

"Here you are." Alastor repeated, spinning Y/n to face him once again.

She wobbled unsteadily on her feet. Catching sight of this along with the numerous wounds all over her body, Alastor scooped Y/n up into his arms like he did when they had first been married, when they had crossed the first threshold together. Y/n looped her arms around his neck, exhaustion seeping in with the relief as she let her head fall on his chest.

"Vaggie..." Charlie began as she turned to her girlfriend, "you don't think..."

"Pentious?" Vaggie asked and Charlie nodded.

"It's gotta be." Angel confirmed.

"You did good, kid." Husk smiled, patting Charlie on the back.

Y/n raised her head at the sound of a familiar voice, her eyes opening.

"Husker?" she asked with a smile.

The cat demon stepped forward, bowing slightly.

"Husker! I-"

"Enough of that, my love." Alastor cut her off, tapping her nose gently, "You need a shower and some rest. You can meet everyone in the morning."

Y/n crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes as she looked up at her husband.

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise." he sighed.

"Does that mean you're staying?" Charlie asked tentatively and the couple turned to her.

"Whatever the little lady desires." Alastor stated, looking back down at his wife in a lovestruck daze.

"Yes, Charlie. We're staying." Y/n laughed, "Things need to start changing around here and I don't see anyone else doing a god damn thing to make that happen except for you."

"I.." Charlie was speechless, the kindness this fear inspiring woman was directing towards her, having never met her before. What Husk had said made sense, she smiled, "Thank you. I don't know what you did, but that you both so much."

"Anything for my favorite girl." Alastor kissed Y/n softly.

"Oh, get a room." Angel scoffed, rolling his eyes.

[mrghostrat]

I remember you posting a blurred gif of the outline of atws, so if you don't mind me asking, how do you do that? Like, get the outline onto paper and not just scenes in your head. That's something I've always struggled with, because it's hard to write without an outline, but hard to do the outline when I don't have a first draft? I'm not sure how to explain it so I hope this makes any sense at all lmao

ahh so fair! some people just don't operate that way and you gotta do what's best for your brain. no point exhausting all your energy trying to squeeze into a "standard writing process" that'll make writing even more difficult for yourself.

under the cut, i'm going to explain my writing process every step of the way, using scenes of ATWS. i hope it helps in some way? i don't think it's anything special, but this is just how i write to appease my adhd.

first, this might help: i once used storyplanner.com when i didn't know how to even start a story and i loved it. it's a great tool that can hold your hand every step of the way, or just prompt you to think on your own. there's over 20 planners that ask different questions like "what's your character's major flaw?" "what's the inciting incident?" "what outside elements hinder the character?" etc that will present you with a complete story structure when you're done with it.

ok, now, how i write:

as for the post in reference, that's the 2nd stage of my writing process. i get carried away with tangents and hone in on details, so i plan in dot points to try and force myself to keep it simple and stay zoomed out.

i just write what happens in chronological order, and if i have an idea for a later scene (or something that i just want to happen, but don't know when/where/how), i note that in a separate document that i can refer to while i plan. this also allows me to gloss over vague sections to keep my writing flow going.

stage 1:

i've started using Notion's "toggle list" feature to minimise the less important parts of a scene and keep myself focused on the overarching plot during this stage. this is what the first point looks like:

i go beat by beat, essentially amounting to an elevator pitch for each stage of my story. "crowley and aziraphale are streamer roommates" + "people start to notice they each live with someone and the speculation starts" + "crowley and aziraphale interact on twitch" + "they attend the edinburgh meetup" etc.

i finish a story before i move on from this stage. i won't start writing something in earnest until i know how it ends.

stage 2:

this is what you saw in my gif, and why that page was so long. that's every scene i'm going to write in the story.

sometimes i jump straight from stage 1 to writing, but ATWS required a lot more figuring out before i started any kind of prose. here i'm basically noting down the details of what each scene is, the brunt of what's happening. this is when i have to figure out those "vague sections" i glossed over earlier.

it's still just intended to be a rough outline so i know where the characters are and what's moving their relationship along. most of these dot points are short because i've already thought about them a thousand times, and may have more details noted down in a different document.

meanwhile some of them i'm planning out the scene as i'm dotting it, making not of dialogue that i want to include.

stage 3: my bracket method

i only use this stage when i'm struggling to write and need to baby step into it. this is my "bracket method" in which i write the scene without, like... caring? some people may consider this "double handling" which may drive you mad, but it's the most helpful thing i've ever done for my process.

i switch tenses, i write how i chat (no capitals etc) and just word vomit the scene without focusing on prose. ATWS came quite easily at first, and i didn't need to use stage 3 until i got to chapter 4 and hadn't written in a few days.

stage 4:

this is writing the actual prose, but i wanted to include it so you can see the differences, to help better understand my notes/planning/outlining stages:

and this is what a scene looks like with stage three bridging the gap:

[shina913]

Stubble | KNJ

Stubble (one-shot)

Pairing: Namjoon x fem!reader

Genre: Established relationship; smut; PWP; fluff (if you squint)

Rating: M (NSFW); 🔞

Summary: So Namjoon forgot to shave...

Word count: 2.4K+

Warnings: facial hair kink; body worship; clit play; breast play; BDE!Namjoon; fingering; oral (F-receiving); dirty talk; unprotected sex in an established, monogamous relationship; rough(ish) sex; some manhandling; cussing

A/N: I have several WIPs but haven't been inspired to write or finish anything in the last month. Work has been exhausting and life is just...a little less than ideal right now. But...in an effort to jumpstart my writing brain, here's some horny word vomit--prompted by this photo that Namjoon posted on his insta stories today.

This is also un-beta'd, BTW. And of course, I realized I forgot to put that in after posting. 😖

You awaken, as soon as your body deems itself ready. You reach out to your nightstand, checking your phone for the time. You were pleased at how ‘late’ it was. It was nice to wake up voluntarily instead of begrudgingly, by the sound of your morning alarm.

It was a long weekend and you and Namjoon decided to take it easy instead of making any plans. After a hectic week at work, it was a welcome break for both of you.

You remained laid up on your side, unwilling to take on the day just yet. You feel him stirring behind you. When he nuzzles into your neck, you feel something prickly brush your skin. 

“Ah!” You flinch a little.

“What? What did I do?”

You turn your head back to see him looking down at you, his long hair, framing his face that currently had a slightly panicked expression written all over it. He looked so adorable first thing in the morning. When he opens his eyes and stares at you with that heavy-lidded, glazed look–as if he was stepping out of a dream and into an even better reality.

You studied his face for a bit...until your eyes shifted downward. You hadn't noticed it last night...probably because you were too tired. But in the morning light, it was more evident. You couldn’t help but reach up to brush the stubble he had growing out of his chin and jawline.

He chuckles and leans into your touch. “I was in a rush yesterday morning and thought I’d just shave in the evening. But when I got home from work, I was just too exhausted to go through my whole routine. Sorry if it bothers you–”

“I never said that,” you say softly, still running your fingers on his chin. 

He cocked an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “Really?”

“I’ve seen you with stubble before but you usually take care of it by the end of the day so…I’ve never seen grown out like this.” 

Namjoon was always very good about maintaining his facial hair. He preferred a close shave because his hair grew rapidly. This meant shaving nearly twice a day because by the time he got home, he’d be sporting a 5 o’clock shadow. Truth be told, it made him feel uneasy.

“Y-you like this?” He gestures at his face.

“I mean...it's...kind of...hot?” You admitted, sheepishly. He feels you shifting underneath him, already rubbing your thighs together.

He dipped his head to rub his chin against your jawline, trying to determine whether you were just fucking with him. His light strokes sent a shiver down your spine, you couldn’t help but let out a moan.

“What the f—“ He couldn’t help but chuckle in disbelief. “You know, I always shaved because I thought you liked it when my face was all smooth.” You feel his hand settle on your thigh.

You rolled over flat on your back to get a better look at him, cupping his face. “Well, yeah...but it’s also because I love the aftershave you use. That’s why I always feel the need to kiss you and pinch your cheeks. But…I’m really digging this look.”

You didn’t think you had a stubble kink…until now.

You lift your neck to reach up and kiss his lips, then drag your teeth down his chin. At the same time, you use your free hand to guide his fingers between your thighs, to your center, slipping them past the gusset of your panties.

Feeling how wet you were for him, his brows lifted in surprise. “Seriously? Stubble?”

You bit at your lower lip then shrugged your shoulders. “You think my body would be making this up?” You grind against his fingers.

A low growl rumbled up from his chest. In an instant, he took your mouth in a rough, lust-fueled kiss. He pulled away, sinking his head to kiss your neck, his stubbled chin brushing against your skin.

Moving lower he lifts your top up trailing kisses down your chest. He squeezed your breast in his other hand while his lips surrounded a hardened nipple. His mouth was hot, his tongue felt like velvet lashes against your skin. When his teeth bit into the tip, you cried out, your body jerked, the shock going straight to your core.

You clutched at his hair strands. Your legs wrapped around him, tightening, making him feel how desperate you were for him. 

“Joon,” you moaned. 

“I’m here, baby,” he breathed, nibbling across your cleavage to your other breast. His fingers tugged at the wet nipple he’d left behind, pinching it gently until you pushed up and into his hand.

He reached between your legs once more, his fingers delving into your cleft. The pads stroked over your clit but purposely skirted the trembling opening. With your lips pressed to his, you moaned, your hips circling. He fingered you leisurely, building your need, his kisses slowed into a deep fucking of your mouth.

A moment later, your legs were in the air and his head was lowering to the hypersensitive flesh between your thighs.

You held your breath, waiting. The way your body was folded up, you couldn’t see him, until you felt his hot, velvet tongue sliding between your tender flesh.

“Oh, fuck!” Your back arched off the mattress.

You struggled, trying to lift your hips up to his mouth. Gripping your thighs, he held you in place, tasting you at the pace he wanted, licking over and around the slick opening, taunting you with your desire to feel his tongue inside you.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” Namjoon purred.

His lips circled your clit, his mouth suckling, the flat of his tongue rubbing across that sensitive pleasure point. The prickling sensation of his facial hair, heightening your need for him at the same time.

“Joon, I want you…please…” You didn’t care that he made you beg. The more you gave him, the more he gave back.

But he made you wait as he savored you, his hair caressing the tender skin at the backs of your thighs that you held up closer to your chest, his tongue massaging your clit with just the right amount of pressure. 

Your mouth fell open when he licked lower, dipping the merest fraction into the trembling clutch of your body. You gasped, dizzy with the onslaught of sensation.

Your fingers dug into your legs. “Oh my god…there, right there…”

He hums onto your clit, sending tremors through you. Your body jerked as he finally gave you what you wanted, his stiffened tongue pushing into your slick heat with a slow, delicious thrust.

“Feel good?” 

“Yes, fuck, yes… just like that…” You gasped.

Pleased with himself, he continued to service you. His mouth was so good and filthy enough to your liking. His tongue wicked in its sensual assault, plunging between your clenching delicate muscles.

Namjoon ate you with such driven focus, so greedy that you writhed, electricity coursing through your body. Your core tensed. You hovered right on the precipice of orgasm.

Then, you screamed his name, your body felt as if it was on fire, your skin hot and damp. Your orgasm shatters you. But he wouldn’t relent, his tongue sliding up to lash your clit. One orgasm rolled into the next.

Sobbing, coming hard and long, you pressed your fists to your eyes. “Joon, I want you in me now.” You pleaded hoarsely, your limbs trembling hard as your core spasmed with yet another rush. 

You felt the mattress dip as he moved, one hand holding your ankles. You heard the snap of his waistband as he shoved his joggers down. He always went commando when he got into bed with you.

“How do you want it?” he asked darkly. “Slow and sweet or fast and hard?”

Oh God…you were in big trouble.

You stared back at him, pupils blown out with lust, and forced an answer past dry lips. “Fast…and deep.”

He came over you, pushing your legs back against your chest until you were practically bent in half while he slid your panties to your knees. Those pilates classes sure were coming in handy now, you thought. 

His cock surged into you, stroking over tissues already swollen and tender.

Folded as you were, your legs bound by your underwear around your knees, it was tighter than usual inside you and he filled you so well. Your sensitive flesh stinging from the stretch. 

Groaning your name, Namjoon swiveled his hips, pulling out, pushing in, working his length deeper. “Is this good for you, baby?” he demanded, his voice husky with desire.

“Y-yes…fuck, yes,” You moaned, needing to move, to take more. But he kept you restrained like this–fucking you with devastating expertise…hard, relentless, leisurely thrusts.

Your fingers grasped at the sheets. Your walls rippled frantically around him, grasping at his cock with insatiable greed. Every pull left you empty, every thick, hot slide injected pleasure through your veins like a drug.

“Fuck, YN…feel so good…”

Namjoon loomed over you. His face was hard with lust as his hot gaze burned through you. His arms strained with need, his torso tensed.

“Can you cum for me one more time, hm? I know you’ve got one more in there for me,” he crooned.

You exhaled in a rush, willing your core to relax its eager tightening. He rolled his hips, stroking into you, his breath hissing as you took more of him.

Reaching for the headboard, Namjoon stretched over you, your legs trapped between you two. Fully exposed and tilted back for his pleasure, You were helpless to do more than watch as he straightened his hips and sank deeper into you.

The sound that left you was a harsh cry, the pleasure so intense it hurt. Your body shuddered at the sensation. Distantly, you heard Namjoon curse. 

“You good, YN?” he bit out, his teeth grinding.

You tried to catch your breath, your lungs expanding as much as they were able.

“YN.” He growled your name. “Are you okay?” He slowed his thrusting, checking to make sure that he wasn’t hurting you or being too rough.

“Yes–don’t stop,” you bit out. Once he got the okay from you, his hips started circling into you again.

“Fuck,” Namjoon uttered, “So tight and wet? All because I forgot to shave?” He was egging you on and you loved every bit of it.

Then he started fucking you again, his hips driving into you in a relentless tempo, his cock plunging and withdrawing from root to tip in rapid-fire thrusts. He powered into you, nailing you straight into the mattress.

You came so hard your vision went dark, your body seized with pleasure so intense you were trapped in it. You were inundated by the surge of your climax. Your skin tingled from head to toe. Namjoon paused on a stroke, grinding into you, giving your body the hard length of his cock to grasp. Your walls spasmed around him in response, gripping him hungrily.

Your body tensed, fighting to breathe.

The moment you sagged into the mattress, completely spent, Namjoon pulled himself out. 

You whimpered, suddenly feeling bereft.

“Hang on.” He shoved his joggers all the way off.

You turn your head slowly at him. He was still hard, his cock slick from your arousal—but you weren’t wet with his.

“W-wait…you didn’t…you didn’t finish yet,” you say in a daze. You were too listless to help when he stripped you of your underwear. Sliding a hand beneath your back, he lifted you and whipped your top over your head.

His lips brushed over your temple. “You wanted fast and hard. But I want to do slow and sweet.”

He hovered over you again, this time settling into your open arms and between your legs. The moment you felt his weight on you, you realized how much you loved slow and sweet, too.

Namjoon’s cock slowly parted your folds. With how wet you were, he was easily able to slide in. But he pushed in gently, taking his time to fill you again. His lips moved against yours, the stroke of his tongue in your mouth turned you on more than the slide of his cock.

He stopped halfway through and pulled back with the same patience, slowly stroking your walls with just the tip, edging you, back and forth with the feeling of emptiness and fullness. It was torturous.

“Deeper, please” you begged. He relented but it was unhurried, so you could savor every ridge of his length, stroke nerves you didn’t even realize you had.

“Faster,” you panted. Slow and sweet was good to an extent but not when he looked like this. You wanted him in his full glory.

“Baby…I said slow.” He whispered harshly in your ear.

You groaned from impatience and arousal it was unbearable. Taking matters into your own hands, you gripped his ass and pulled him in, bucking your hips hard against him.

He lifted his head at your audacity. “What are you doing?”

“I said I want you deeper,” you whined between clenched teeth.

Unable to take it anymore, he let out a low growl and quickened his pace. If he was going to be honest, he loved when you took control–it turned him on to the point of no return.

Consumed by desire, your mouths and bodies undulated in unison, moans and cries of pleasure echoing through your bedroom walls.

“Shit–you feel so good, baby…gonna cum so hard for you…you’d be leaking for days.” His thrusts became more urgent, more ragged as did your moans. Then you felt him jerk and the first wave of heat poured into you. He released a strangled groan the moment you clenched around him. He collapsed onto you as your vision went dark again for a moment.

You laid there for a bit, just the sound of your heavy breaths and heartbeats filling the silence. 

“What the fuck,” Namjoon said, lifting his face to look into your gaze.

You smiled, staring back into those dark eyes gleaming with warm affection. “I was thinking the same thing.”

“I thought I was gonna die there for a moment,” he breathed out.

“Are you sure that I didn’t?” You quipped.

He laughed and plants a chaste kiss on the tip of your nose. “No, you’re still here. With me…” He stroked your cheekbone with his finger.

Your heart squeezes at the thought that the same man who just fucked your brains out could also disarm you at the drop of a hat. “How are you so sexy and adorable at the same time?”

His smile widened and he kissed you again. After a beat he wonders, “So, uh…what would happen if I grew a full beard?”

You twisted your lips playfully. “I’d say…we’d probably top that.”

His eyes widened and he laughed. “Oh shit, hide my razors then!”

You’ve reached the end! Thank you so much for reading!

If you loved it, please comment, reblog, or send me feedback! 📩. I love hearing from readers! If you didn’t like it so much, I would still like to hear about it. Help me become a better writer! 💜

Tagging: @internetjunkdrawer @deepseavibez @itdoesntmatterwhy

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

yippee ki-yay, it’s valentine’s day!

Howdy! This is simple, I promise, and not nearly as scary as you might think, I’m really not trying to stress anyone out, this should just be something fun and easy to get some extra writing practice and bring the fandom writers together. So I’m gonna lay out the rules and explain what’s going on, and then y’all are free to go crazy!

Below, you’ll find a list of 26 prompts relating to Valentine’s Day and other similar topics, so your first order of business is to pick a prompt or two, or three, or five, I’m not your boss, that’s up to you - but just pick a prompt from the list!

Write something. Draw something. Plan something. Just make something. Make something with your chosen prompt, featuring any character, any ship, anything at all you want, just as long as it’s an Outsiders-focused piece.

Once you’re finished with your masterpiece, post it, mention me, @rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me, and tack on the tag #yippee ki yay valentines

And that’s all! Plain and simple, easy peasy, nothing to sweat about. Now for another important piece of information.

This event will run from today (the 13th) until mid-next week on Wednesday (the 21st).

Feel free to do as many or as few as you want!

☆ - corny valentine’s stuffed bear/other animal

♡ - “Hold on. They broke up with you?”

☆ - baking together

♡ - “Wanna be my Valentine?”

☆ - valentine’s chocolate

♡ - “I love you.”

☆ - long distance valentine

♡ - “This holiday’s the worst.”

☆ - being bothered by an ex-lover

♡ - “Did you just…kiss me?”

☆ - secret admirer

♡ - “You didn’t need him/her/them anyway.”

☆ - exchanging love notes

♡ - “Did you wanna dance?”

☆ - cooking dinner for their loved one

♡ - “God, you’re gorgeous.”

☆ - offering a cheesy bouquet of flowers

♡ - “You gonna kiss me or what?”

☆ - being mistaken for a couple

♡ - “It’s not much, but I got you this.”

☆ - love confessions

♡ - “You look good. Got a date?”

☆ - first kiss

♡ - “You- you did all of this? For me?”

☆ - forcing their s/o to watch a sappy movie

♡ - “I could marry you right now.”

[queenshelby]

The Fourth Season (Rewritten)

Part One: Intro

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Religious and Anti-Religious Themes

Notes:

Being obsessed with Cillian’s post Oppenheimer image, I have decided to rewrite this story as well and make it play during the filming of “Small Things Like These”…

I hope I still get some following and promise no further re-writes! Following my break from the fandom last year, I struggled a bit with finding my style and my head was a bit all over the place, so when I started this fanfic, I wasn’t planning it out properly. I do like the premise of it though and do not want to abandon it.

I also won’t rename it as “The Fourth Season” seems quite fitting considering that “Small Things Like These” follow a character leading up to Christmas.

Background

This fic plays in 2023 and, as usual, there will be an age-gap romance as Cillian is 46 and the reader is 25. I made her a little older than usual.

The reader comes from a strictly catholic family and, as a result, her family is appalled by the fact that the reader has taken a roll in this movie as it does not put the catholic church into a very good light.

For the reader, however, this is an opportunity not only for her career but also to get away from her family for a little while which is still in turmoil after the reader had separated from her high school sweetheart and husband James McCallum.  

As for Cillian, in early 2023, he is divorced with two young children. He has been single for three years and life was good. He finished filming Oppenheimer and took some time off before embarking in this passion project of his.

Six months ago…

Cillian’s POV

It was late July and the summer heat was scorching as Cillian walked down the pier in Dalkey with a fellow actor friend Matt Damon who, just like Cillian, had invested in the movie production.

The movie was said to be produced by Tim Mielants who also accompanied Cillian and Matt on their walk, and filming was scheduled to commence just after Christmas which left just one minor issue yet to be considered.

Whilst Cillian was staring the lead role of Bill Furlong, the woman who had been casted by Tim to play Bill’s wife Eileen had just pulled out, leaving this role yet to be filled with an affordable actress.

“You could ask Emily” Matt joked, seeing that both him and Cillian were close friends with Emily Blunt, but both of them knew that Emily would not be available for this role.

“I think we should concentrate on getting someone Irish” Tim told both Matt and Cillian who, by this point, had already come up with four unsuitable candidates for Tim to choose from.

“I think Matt was joking when suggesting Emily Blunt for the role” Cillian chuckled while adjusting his sunglasses and looking towards the horizon which prompted Matt to an idea.

“You know guys, I’ve seen a play last night at the Gaiety” he said before pulling out his phone and handing it to Cillian and Tim.

“The actress in that play was good and, when I say good, I mean really good. The play was called Dark Horizon and she played a widow named Siobhan who lost her husband at sea. Her ghost then plagued her until she was driven completely mad” Matt explained while showing Cillian and Tim the video he took from last night’s performance.

“She is good. What’s her name?” Cillian asked as he watched the video with an intention of his own to go and see the play.

“Y/N McCallum, aged twenty-five, from Cork” Matt said after pulling his phone from Cillian’s hand and opening the e-pamphlet which he had saved on his screen instead.

“She might be a little too young to play a forty something year old woman” Cillian chuckled while Matt put your name into Google.

“Make-up can take care of that” Tim said before continuing to read your agency profile and anything else that popped up in his newsfeed. “The bigger problem I see now is that she is married to James McCallum and working with couples on set might get a little annoying” Tim then pointed out, causing Cillian and Matt to furrow their eyebrows.

“Who is James McCallum?” Cillian asked as he could not remember anyone by that name

“He is in charge of logistics. You would have met him on the set of Peaky Blinders last year. He is thorough when it comes to staying within budget and organising essentials for the cast, which is why I hired him for the shoot” Tim explained and Cillian remembered him.  

“Fuck, I do remember that guy. He gave me a bible after he caught on to…you know…never mind…” Cillian said, aborting his sentence but Tim already knew.

“After he caught you and Sarah making out?” he thus said, causing Cillian to swallow harshly.

“Who is Sarah?” Matt wanted to know as he was not privy to this kind of onset gossip.

“His ex” Tim explained but Cillian shook his head.

“It wasn’t like that. It was just a fling. Nothing serious” Cillian pointed out but Tim couldn’t help but make another joke about it.

“Yeah, that’s why he gave you a bible, so that you could pray for forgiveness for your sins” Tim laughed before suggesting to see the play together with Cillian that night.

Your POV

Later that night, Cillian and Tim had indeed gone to see your play and the way you performed a troubled woman like the one on stage blew them away.

They were both mesmerised by your performance and ought to speak to you when you finished, which was something that you had not expected.

“This is a little weird but there are two men here to see you” one of the theatre clerks said after barging into the change room where you and some of the other actresses were putting on your regular clothes.

“That sure is weird” you joked, seeing that you did not usually get any visitors backstage.

“One of them is Cillian Murphy” the clerk then said and your chin dropped. You have heard of him, of course. Your husband had spoken of him in the past when working on set, although he did not have the nicest things to say about him.

“The actor?” you ought to clarify nonetheless, causing the clerk to nod.

“Yes” she said. “Do you want to speak with them?” she then wanted to know and, of course, you were intrigued about what they had to say.

“Tell them I will be just a minute please” you instructed the clerk who did as you had requested and, after putting on a jumper and tying back your hair, you met with Cillian and Tim in the lobby.

Both men greeted you professionally and with a handshake before telling you that they enjoyed the play and your performance.

“Thanks. I really appreciate it” you said before asking the men whether there was anything you could help them with and, when Cillian said that there was indeed something you could him with, you looked at him with some surprise.

“Okay, what is it?” you asked with a smile while struggling to focus. His eyes were really as blue as everyone had said and he must have noticed you starring at them by now.

“Well, we’ve got a role for you in a movie” Cillian said, causing Tim to furrow his eyebrows. Cillian was clearly more confident than he was and he would have approached this a little differently to say the least.

“And you want me to audition for it?” you queried, causing Cillian to shake his head.

“No, I want you to take it. Your performance on stage today was incredible and I would love to work with you” he responded, causing your chin to drop again.

“I have never been in front of a camera before” you explained but Cillian did not seem to care.

“There is always a first time for everything” he reassured you and you felt somewhat shocked.

“Well, I feel flattered” you said before asking Tim and Cillian for a script.

“I will send it to your agent tomorrow along with all of the particulars for production” Tim said just before shaking your hand and when Cillian said that he was looking forward to working with you, you could not help but chuckle.

“I didn’t say yes yet” you informed him. 

“I know, but I like being optimistic” he winked which left you and some other girls in the lobby somewhat speechless.

To be continued…

Please comment and engage. I love getting comments and predictions pretty please!

[dimepdf]

pls write a smut where you go to buy drugs off eddie in the woods like chrissy and end up fucking in the woods

DOWN LOW DEALER. + EDDIE MUNSON

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. when you go into the woods to get drugs from Hawkins bad-boy Eddie Munson, you run into a minor snag. You don't have any cash, but Eddie, being the sweetheart that he is, puts an offer on the table that you just can't resist: you. author's note. i just want you to know that this was saved in my drafts as "omg omg omg what the FUOCK." so i just had to post this for my mental health.

[ ❥ ] pairing. eddie munson x reader

[ ❥ ] word count. 3.6k

[ ❥ ] genre & warnings. 18+, afab reader, pet names(princess, pretty girl, etc.), nerd!reader, semi-public sex, mentions of drugs, throat fucking, corruption kink, blowjobs, hand kink, praise kink, messy everything, hair-pulling, impact play, unprotected sex, table sex, choking, slight dumbifcation, soft!eddie, cum eating, masturbation, handjob, pwp

"Holy shit, Y/N." Eddie moaned, gripping the end of the table to keep his knees from buckling as you slipped just a few more inches of his cock down your throat, gagging on each inch.

"You don't know what you're doing to me, pretty girl." He was muttering as his fingers tangled in a knot of your hair.

Just moments ago, you were striding across the lunchroom with your best friend by your side, her fingers trembling with anxiety as you both approached Eddie's table.

His normal entourage of friends was giving you an odd look, having already stood there for merely seconds, and yet you had already felt out of place.

Eddie gave you both an odd look, and you felt your friend flinch, standing so close to you the moment he had made eye contact with her. You had to admit, from the sidelines, it was a painfully cringe-worthy thing to watch.

"We want to buy some, stuff...and someone told us that you were the person to see for it." You spoke slowly and leaned down to whisper.

The moment you had pulled away, your eyes clenched shut just for a second, wallowing in the embarrassment of your stumbling question.

Eddie was quick to piece together your request, his brow raised as he glanced over your appearance.

Never in his life had he thought that someone as prompt and put-together as you would even want to be seen standing as close to him as you were to him.

Eddie agreed but told you that he never did his "business" on school grounds for obvious legal reasons and gave you the time and place to meet him after school.

As you walked away back to your table of friends with a beaming smile, giving them a thumbs up.

He was more convinced that the entire thing would most likely be some type of undercover setup, not seeing you as the type to do anything during the weekends but studying currently not seeing you ever getting high.

"Operation best sleepover ever is a go!" Your friend celebrated.

It was a very out-of-character plot for your normally very strict group of friends, though you would be the one to convince everyone that you were seniors and still haven't been to a single high school party because you are too busy having movie marathons and staying up late to study for quizzes to do normal teenager things.

You wanted to do something fun to finish off your senior year, and if that meant buying drugs from Eddie Munson in the creepy woods, then you were willing to take that risk.

You were clutching onto the straps of your backpack as you descended down the dirt path alone. Your friend chickened out on the hard part.

The girl was convinced that Eddie Munson was some type of devil worshiper, along with everyone else that sat at his table, still having the creeps from what had unfolded earlier in the lunchroom.

As you continued your steps all the way until you came into view of the planned table, only the sound of nature and passing animals were heard from the woods.

Your nerves were heightened when you noticed the curly-haired man waiting for you at the picnic table, his chin resting in the palm of his hand, a bored expression written all over his face, his eyes shifting over at you the moment you walked into view.

The distance left was a bit awkward as you bowed your head and picked up your pace to sit down across from him.

"Okay, so what did you want?" There was a pause as Eddie's fingers drummed over the tin lunchbox perched in the middle of you, a beat of silence before you couldn't realize that you knew absolutely nothing about buying or doing drugs.

"Um, is there like one that makes you...laugh a lot, I guess?" The question came off with a child-like innocence as your lashes fluttered and your tone was so soft and nervous.

Eddie swore you were whispering to him. He tried to make sense of the situation, his eyes squinting at you and his lips pulled into a thin line, not quite able to figure out why, of all people, would you ever want to get into doing drugs.

You were just so adorable to him, Eddie comparing you to a big-eyed kitten the way you were trying to avoid looking at him yet failing to stare directly at the rings that shone on his fingers.

"Your eyes are really pretty." Eddie blurted, wanting to see how you would react to the sudden compliment.

Your eyes only flicked to meet him as he watched your chest rise and fall at a more dramatic pace. Eddie smirked at that.

"Okay, how about we start you off with something more tamed. How would you like that pretty princess?" He was shuffling through the contents of his lunchbox, only taking glances at your fidgeting state.

Your mind was spinning from the nicknames, let alone the sudden bold flirting. You were starting to feel a bit light-headed.

Presenting a pretty moderate-sized bag of weed, Eddie sizes it off as enough to share with at least three other people, plus you. Just as your hands reach for the bag, he pulls back.

"Ah, ah, same time exchange, pretty girl, can't have you ripping me off now can we?" You felt just a tinge of embarrassment, your mouth gaping as you nodded your head in agreement to the payment.

Shuffling through your backpack for your wallet, you slowly realized all you had was your card and not cash, cursing your parents for having you be so responsible.

It was then that Eddie suggested other payment options. His tone darkened as he leaned in closer to your face, shamelessly biting his lip and making a show of him staring at your mouth.

You let him reach his hand out to caress your face. The cool steel of his rings contrasted with your flushed face, his rough thumb dragging along the bottom of your lip as he winked.

That was the moment you found yourself on your knees in the dirt, Eddie's pants undone and his cock drawn out from the hole in his boxers.

Your hands gripping the jean material of his thighs as your eyes watered and your mascara threatened to streak down your cheeks whenever he thrust his entire length down your throat, your nose tickled by the dark brassy hairs of his pubes.

Your tongue was circling the underside of his tip. Eddie's cock was quite large, at least in comparison to all the other guys penis you'd seen (which were mostly just pictures shown in health books). You were surprised he could even fit it all in your mouth.

You pulled back just a little more, replacing the rest of what you hadn't put in your mouth with the grip of your hand.

You couldn't help but moan. Eddie felt the vibration against his cock, throwing his head back and thrusting against your mouth, forcing his cock further down your throat without much warming.

You gagged. This one was more serious than the others. Eddie snapped from his trance and pulled enough for his cock to spring from your lips, giving you time to breathe as he held a fist full of your hair.

His breathing was rough as he glanced down, watching you coughing.

"Shit, are you good?" Something about your puffy cheeks and watery eyes from choking makes him look down at you in pure neediness.

You nodded up at him, shifting your knees as they were starting to get numb from resting against the dirt for so long.

You didn't want to admit that it had been the most sexually exciting thing you've done since you would pause the TV screen of your favorite celebrity crush, placing your lips against the static just to fit in the fantasy of kissing them.

In middle school, you were a different breed of hormonal. Whatever he had done had woken something inside of you, something growing in heat in your lower stomach. Whether Eddie had meant to do it or not, all you knew was that you wanted him to do it again.

"Can you fuck my mouth?" Eddie's eyes widened as his mouth formed into a smirk that you were starting to get familiar with. He had never expected to awaken such a different side of you, a side that had not matched your innocent looks.

It was like Eddie had awoken the beast inside of you. God did he love it.

"It's all yours, pretty girl. Go ahead and take it, just like that princess." There was more than enough invitation for you to open your mouth, your pink tongue sticking out promptly. You were being obedient.

Eddie's devil-like smirk carved into his mouth as he tried not to paint white all over your face at the sight.

Sliding his shaft into your hot, wet mouth, he hissed suddenly, the slight feeling of your teeth grazing against his tip sending a shiver down his spine as he had to recollect his footing.

From the sloppiest of spit rolling down your chin and how you would try to control your gagging struggle a bit to get into the groove of breathing through your nose, you stayed well grounded, letting him guide his hips to thrust in and out of your mouth.

"Awe, fuck...just like that." Eddie was merciful at first, just seeking the feeling of having the most innocent looking girl on her knees, loving the sight of you in a filthy position. He was going to drink it all in.

But you thought otherwise.

Wanting him to handle you with rough intentions, you wanted to feel the cool metal of his fingered decorated fingers wrap around your neck, trailing all over your skin.

Your mind was clouded with so much pure lust that the last thing you needed from Eddie right now was for him to be gentle with you.

Surging your head forward as he pulled away, feeling his fingers fist in your hair, his pace picking up a string of swears blurting from his mouth.

His grasp around your hair was tight, holding you in place enough for him to snap his hips into your mouth every time he hit the back of your throat.

You couldn't help but let out a lewd moan, getting so aroused over the male using your mouth to his heart's content. Feeling your underwear damp at just the thought of what else he would do to you.

Your mouth is dripping with your own saliva, your lips and chin glistening with a messy shine of spit.

"H–holy shit." Eddie was struggling to keep his eyes open, loving the sight of his dick disappearing in your hollow cheeks. as if you could tell he was starting when you looked up at him, your eyes wet with the threat of tears.

Eddie shivered, beginning to piston into your poor sore mouth at a faster pace. The wet sounds coming from your mouth only encouraged him.

You pull away, falling into a coughing fit as you hurry to catch your breath, your face a mess covered in your saliva.

Eddie sighs, losing the grasp on your hair, his hand stroking his cock, his wrist twisting as his fingers wrapped in the sticky coat of spit you had left on his length, not even inches away from your face.

Your mouth started to water at the sight of him. "Maybe I should just cum on that pretty face of yours, cover you in my cum? You'd love that, huh princess?" Eddie grunted, his tongue sticking out just a tad as his mouth opened, peering down at you.

You felt your thoughts flatline, your lashes fluttering as your brain struggled to process the completely lewd things he had said.

Something had switched in your brain, almost as if Eddie had turned the knob, making you driven by your horny desires.

Your mouth opened to speak only to close as your gaze was drawn to the man shamelessly pleasuring himself just inches away from your adorable yet confused expression.

"Yes...please." Your doe eyes looked up at him with a new set of determination, "Atta girl." He chuckled, guiding his cock back into the familiar warmth of your mouth.

"I wonder if your friends know what you're doing right now. Did you tell them that you're getting your pretty little throat fucked in the woods?" You didn't know what your friends would think and honestly didn't care at the moment, knowing the group of strict, prompt girls would have a heart attack at the sight of you.

"Fucking Christ, you feel so good." Just the idea of sex throws them into a frenzy.

The whole idea of doing drugs during a sleepover is an idea that took you months of convincing, let alone the entire school day for your friend to gain the courage to walk up to Eddie during lunch.

But there was just something about the whole teacher's pet being a slut for the school's outcast cliche that just made your back arch.

You hum around his cock, your tongue teasing the tip, dragging along the underside, coaxing a moan out of Eddie, your hand making work of the inches you weren't able to have in your mouth.

The wet noise from the suction of your lips is extremely lewd as they blend in harmony with Eddie's deep grunting.

"Stand up," Eddie commanded.

His dick drops from your lips with a lewd pop, tapping the side of your cheek with the tips of his finger, and you eagerly follow suit, standing from your knees, your stance unsteady as his hands find the curves of your hips, guiding you next to the picnic table.

You could feel him grinding into your backside.

The height difference, having his cock grinding against your lower back as Eddie reached a hand around your neck, tilting your head back and placing a sloppy kiss on your mouth, the other snaking under your shirt and squeezing your breast through your bra.

The weight of him pushing up against you, making your hips collide at an uncomfortable angle with the edge of the table.

"We're in public, you know?" You muttered, suddenly remembering how exposed you felt scanning the field of trees around as Eddie pecked a wet trail of kisses down your neck that left you weak in the knees.

"You didn't seem to care about that when my dick was in your mouth." Checkmate, shutting you right up as you bit your lip and tilted your head to the side, exposing more of your neck on display to him. Pushing yourself against him as your back arched.

"You're such a fucking tease." Eddie hissed, his fingers snaking to the front of your jeans, making quick work of your zipper as you shimmed your jeans down to your knees.

His hand trailed up your back and guided you to bend over the table, your arms cushioning against the rough wooden surface. Your heartbeat picked up pace as you gasped, feeling Eddie smack the plush of your thigh.

"You know, you look really good like this." The feeling of his cold, rough fingers needing the plush skin of your ass sent a shiver down your spine.

Eddie spread your ass with his hands before smacking it with a flat palm.

You whimper at the slight sting, not wanting to admit that he had unlocked a whole list of new kinks for you. "You're too pretty for me. I feel like I'm gonna' break you." Eddie sighs, his cock twitching in his grasp.

"You don't have to be gentle. I won't break." You rasped out, feeling his eyes trailing all over your exposed body.

Your back arches, feeling Eddie take the words of encouragement and hook your pants to the side with his pointer finger, burying himself deep inside of you.

"You're gonna be the death of me, lady." He murmurs, his eyes squeezing shut, setting his hands flat against the table at your sides.

He's more gentle than he was with your mouth, his thrusts cautious, his arm hooking over your lower stomach, helping your wobbling legs to keep standing as he stuffs you completely full, with an exhale of relief passing from his lips as he bottoms out inside of your warm walls.

"S—shit," he sighs, leaning forward, his chest resting on your back. The feeling of the pant of his breath fanning against the back of your neck, while he was balls deep inside of you, was a sensation that you wanted to engrave in your brain forever.

His thrust starts slow, rolling his hips against yours, the intense feeling making your knees buck at the feeling of his cock rubbing against all the places that made you feel like you were floating.

"—ah, Eddie." You croaked out, his hand reaching to grip around your neck, resting the entirety of his weight on top of you, tilting your head up.

"How do you expect me not to cum when you whine my name like that?" He grunts into your ear as he picks up his pace, using his thighs to spread your legs apart to thrust deeper inside of you. His slim hips slap against your ass as it perfectly bounces against his pelvis.

Your moans are soft and breathy, your knees weakening as he aims for the gummy spot inside of you that causes your entire body to react.

"Yes, yes—right t-there." Your voice comes out as a whine, pushing your hips back into his thrusts.

Eddie grabs the plush of your thigh, guiding your leg up and resting it against the table to angle himself inside of you deeper, the force of his thrust making your hips smack against the table's edge, the pain only adding more to your intense build-up of pleasure.

Eddie watches you with his mouth agape, his lips swollen from biting down on them to keep from being too loud, wanting to hear every little noise that slipped from your lips.

"Let me hear you, baby." Eddie grunts. The lewd sound of skin slapping and your pathetic whimpers are floating through the air and deeper into the woods.

Your hips are already bruised from being slammed into the table repeatedly.

Eddie piston's himself in and out of you his shaft covered in a creamy layer making a mess of your throbbing entrance.

The sensation of his fingers digging into the skin of your neck, your mouth falling open, your moans turning into punched out grunts, the build-up of pleasure becomes unbearable for the both of you.

"You gotta let go, princess," Eddie whispered. You suddenly became aware of how hard you were chasing your own orgasm, your hands fisting against the table.

"I can't, I can't." It felt like you were about to explode. The molten hot bubble that rested inside you was only getting bigger, your head spinning as you grind against Eddie, working toward that unbearable heat that left your toes curling.

"Go on, pretty girl, just like that." His voice was breathless as his hands unwrapped from your neck and between your legs, his rough fingers rubbing circles against your sensitive clit, the gesture making your knees buck, resting your entire weight against the table.

"Come on, lady, you earned it; take it." Eddie grinds himself deeper inside of you, his chest resting on your back as you lay his entire weight on top of you.

His cock molds your walls, gripping your hips. The feeling of his fingernails digging into your skin only adds fuel to the fire inside of you.

The slow build up of your body finally gives in to the pleasure as your legs tremble, your back arching as you bite into the sleeve of your shirt, your orgasm unrolling hard as every part of your body trembles as Eddie fucks you through your orgasm.

"There you go, baby," he says, slowly pulling out of you. You weren't sure how, but Eddie managed to sit you down on the bench, his hand clasping firmly around your jaw as it was automatic how quickly your mouth expected the familiar length to have been down your throat already.

"Are you ready for your reward?" Eddie grunted, and you watched with your eyes halfway open as his ringed hand gripped the base of his cock and jerked desperately.

"Ugh, baby, I can't-please—" Eddie slumps his chest forward as his hips stutter, his body reacting as if he had fallen into a daze as his cum had painted your face within seconds.

At first, catching whatever had landed in your mouth. You flinched as some rolled down your face and into your eye.

"Shit, sorry, hold on." Eddie apologized, using his thumb to wipe it away from your eye, his thumb dipping into your mouth as your tongue wrapped around it, cleaning his fingers.

Time felt nonexistent as you sat there with a slight throb of soreness between your legs. Not too long ago, you had been laying on your stomach getting your guts rearranged.

It was a little hard for you to try to regain your composure. Not only did Eddie Munson just give you a facial, but he also fucked you outside in the woods for drugs.

The embarrassment was beginning to settle in as your eyes reopened and you became very aware of the warmth painting your cheeks and chin.

Eddie smirked down at you, seemingly content, and you were torn between being mortified and extremely turned on.

"Aren't you gonna thank me, princess? I just gave you a makeover free of charge."

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**November 16th Edit: Prompts are being sent out on Friday! Thank you for your patience.**

Attention All Vault 111 Residents!

As the Holidays approach, it is with our utmost excitement to announce that we will be having a special occasion planned just for this year; a secret gift-giving ceremony for all of this vault's lovely dwellers!

To celebrate the beautiful Fallout 4 community for the Holidays, I've devised a visual art form of a Secret Santa! Here's what you need to enter (send this via DM to the accounts listed below);

At least a half-body reference of your Sole Survivor

A brief description of their personality

List out one gift they'd like, and one gift they'd dislike, as well as their reactions upon being given either of these gifts! (Remember to keep it age appropriate, and be mindful of the subject material. No NSFW material.)

If there's anything else important to your character that you feel needs to be disclosed (such as drawing certain features), add those as well. [optional]

When the final applicant day approaches (Wednesday, November 15, 2023 at 12:00AM EST), you'll be given a random person's Sole Survivor to draw, as well as the prompt to draw them with either a gift they love, or a gift they hate. Try to stick to the writing given to you! Once you are given your prompt, you have 40 days, or until Tuesday, December 26th, 2023 at 12:00AM EST to finish your final drawing. Please do not post your secret Santa before Christmas Day, nor show it to the recipient. It's supposed to be a surprise!

While you do not have to post your art if either you or the owner of the character do not wish to, I would appreciate seeing every submission made! To apply for this Secret Santa, please message me (Serknighted on Tumblr, Yupknight on Instagram, or Serknight on Discord) with the following requirements listed above. If, for whatever reason, you cannot contact me, please comment, and I will find a way to get into contact with you. <3

If, for whatever reason, you cannot participate in the Secret Santa after entering, PLEASE try and contact me before November 15th. However, if there are complications after that, I'm happy to message privately about it. 

Happy Holidays, and congratulations on another successful year in the Vault! 

-Vault-Tec

[promitto-amor]

Opportunity

It's been a WHILE since I was on Tumblr, but I find myself inspired to write and Mark Hoffman reappeared in Saw X at the most opportune time...

Summary: Mark Hoffman has a special interest in the Rook at his precinct. After she blows off post-work drinks for a date, Hoffman can't let the opportunity to make a move pass by when she turns up at the bar with a familiar date.

Pairing: Mark Hoffman x Ivy Reeves (original character)

Warnings: Language!

There aren't nearly enough Mark Hoffman fics out there so this is my contribution. Who doesn't like a jealous Hoffman hmm? Ivy is mine from a fanfic I never finished years and years ago. I've brought her back for this one shot because she needed a name for this fic to work. Please feel free to insert your own name! This is pretty PG for me! Also I will forever headcanon that Adam lived. 👀

Mark didn’t like work drinks. Ever since he had been converted, the thought of alcohol always turned his stomach to lead. The temptation to once more travel down the path of blackout nights was always too great and Mark had to keep his wits about him.

He couldn’t afford to slip up. One slip up could spell the end for him.

Clenching his fist around the non-alcoholic beer that had sat in front of him for the last hour, Hoffman surveyed the throng of drinkers. Among them was Fisk, his occasional partner and first Detective on the Jigsaw case. A man that was too simple for this world, simple enough to have achieved the rare feat of never prompting Jigsaw to put him in a trap. Beside him was Rigg, a future victim, but for now Rigg could live his life in the ignorance that his time was being drained as fast as his third drink. Kerry looked how Mark felt. She’d spent most of the night staring at her gin, too down about Eric Matthews to be in much of a social mood, despite Rigg’s encouragements.

It seems that Matthews himself really was the life of the party. Too bad he’s stuck in some cell of Jigsaw’s making to join them for Friday night drinks.

The only other person who could have made the night somewhat better would have been Ivy. The youngest on their serial killer task team, Ivy had taken to staying late, volunteering to take on swabbing through the heaps of evidence recovered from the latest game. Whether this was due to a morbid fascination with Jigsaw’s modus operandi, or ambition to get ahead in her job, Mark wasn’t sure. But it certainly made the nights when he had to stay late less lonely. With his fellow co-workers becoming more despondent since Matthew’s disappearance, Ivy’s lack of inter-work relationships was refreshing.

Ivy made the best coffee in the office and was the only person to remember that Mark took his coffee black.

A body slumps down beside him, Fisk leans in close to him. “Reckon I’ll be able to get two weeks off?”

“You planning a vacation?” Mark tips back his glass and tries to finish it, but there’s too much left to down in one.

“Thinking of it.” Fisk admits, “I feel like things might be slowing down. I know we had one last week but…hey doesn’t look like anything big is planned.”

“Could just be a matter of time.”

“Maybe,” Fisk grins. “All the more reason to be out of the city when it happens.”

Mark would like to trap him for that alone, but sadly if he could have left New Jersey and Jigsaw behind, he would have been in Europe by now. There was a time when he thought about it. Around the time Ivy had become more present in the Jigsaw case, Mark had allowed himself to fantasise about starting a new life in another country. A new face and a warm smile to wake up next to. But John’s recent resilience across the border in Mexico had proved Mark will never be free until Jigsaw and his puppet apprentice were both dead.

Fisk casts a look round the bar, “Where’s the rook tonight?”

“You’ve gotta stop calling her that.”

”I know,” Fisk nods. “Force of habit, besides she is still new to the task force.”

“Even so she’ll punch you for that soon.”

“I notice you’re avoiding my question.” 

Fisk is eying him and so Mark has no choice but to grumble out, “She has a date.”

“Interesting.” Fisk enunciates every syllable and leans back on his bar stool. “Any idea who?”

“No.” Mark seriously considers ordering a shot, “That’s all I know.”

“Good for her.” Fisk says, “For making sure she has a life. Important that, you know?”

Mark’s known him long enough to get the hint, “I’m fine, Fisk.”

“I know,” Fisk says again, his eyes now on Kerry. “I guess better to be single than caught up with a married colleague.”

Maybe John would allow Fisk to be trapped on the basis of being a gossip?

The bar door opens a couple of times as Fisk continues to chatter about a variety of topics. Mark offers one worded answers whenever suitable. On the fourth time the bar door opened, Adam Stanheight walks through the door. He doesn’t know who Mark is, but Mark knows the wannabe PI well.

This kind of dive bar is where he’d expect Stanheight to frequent. A place where lost souls gather to watch the same generic rock bands, play pool and eventually hook up. Exactly why Mark’s precinct usually favours it. Easy to get lost in the flow of people that gather. It is not the sort of place anyone should bring Ivy Reeves on a date.

She slides in after Adam. Rigg spots her immediately and sends her an enthusiastic wave. Ivy pauses on seeing her coworkers, whispers something to Adam and he too looks over. Adam’s eyes dart from Rigg to Ivy and on her taking his hand the two make their way to the bar. Mark notes Ivy puts as much distance between their position and her position at the bar as possible.

Fisk’s eyes are watching everything unfold, “Isn’t that-“

“Yeah.”

“From the bathroom game.”

“Yes.”

“The one that just appeared.”

Ivy had been the one to speak with a nearly dead Adam Stanheight, who appeared at the Angel of Mercy hospital at some godforsaken hour. He’d been dumped in an empty bed and hooked up to an IV with saline solution. Apparently it had given the nurses quite the scare and when all Adam could say was the word ‘bathroom’, the hospital had been quick to call in the Jigsaw task force.

Mark knows who freed Adam. He’d heard the same rant from Amanda over and over about how interfering Doctors should stay in their lanes.

On that rare occasion, Mark had agreed with her.

Ivy’s eyes track across the room and Mark hopes she might be looking for him. Taking the opportunity before him Fisk calls out, beckoning Ivy over. Mark waits for her to find him and once she has Mark offers her a small nod. She looks away and her hand subconsciously tugs at her top. When she turns back to them Ivy holds up a finger and Fisk shoots a smirk at him.

“What are the odds?”

“She can date whoever she likes.”

“Never said she couldn’t” Fisk is watching him like Mark has become his favourite TV show. “You jealous?”

“She’s ten years or so younger.”

“So?”

“Shut it, Fisk.”

Ivy accepts a drink from Adam, who hasn’t stopped talking since they arrived and takes a cautious sip. When she thinks it’s been long enough, she glances over at Mark again. He catches her eye again and this time, Ivy has little choice but to whisper in Adam’s ear and make her way over to them.

“Did you know we were coming here?” Fisk ask as soon as Ivy’s in earshot.

“No,” She says, leaning in close to hear Fisk over the chatter. “Adam knows this place, an ex-friend of his used to play here.”

“Hoffman’s been missing you.”

Mark’s definitely putting Fisk in a trap. Even if he has to lie about the reason. Ivy’s eyes slip back to him, “I doubt that. You all look like you’re having so much fun.”

“Sarcasm?” Mark asks and Ivy sends him a shy grin.

Adam sidles up behind her. He rubs the back of his neck, “Didn’t think I’d see you guys so soon.”

“How you doing?” Fisk starts up small talk with Adam, as if he really cares about his recovery. This leaves Mark the perfect opportunity to corner Ivy. He stands up and leans on the bar, blocking Fisk and Adam from her line of sight. “How’s the date?”

Ivy sips her drink. Her eyes look in all directions but at Mark as she searches for her answer. She’s uncomfortable. But for what reason? Is it because she’s out with a victim of the case she’s working? Mark doesn’t even know if that would count as a conflict of interest. Ivy finally answers in a voice low enough that Mark has to lean in, “Adam’s my usual type. He’s nice enough, made me laugh on our first date.”

Mark places his empty glass on the bar top. “But not enough on a second date?”

Ivy’s fingers tighten on her own glass, “I thought I would enjoy it more than I am.”

“What’s wrong then?”

She glances over at Kerry and Rigg, “I should say hello to them.” She glances back to him, as if asking permission.

Mark seizes the opportunity, “You knew we were going here. Did you convince him to take you here tonight?”

Mark didn’t need to be a Detective to read the guilt that washes over her. “I wasn’t feeling it much when I agreed to go out again. I thought if we came here, where you were, I’d have an easier way out.”

He presses in a little closer to her. Ivy’s eyes jump over his shoulder, like a skittish doe, no doubt checking on Adam. Mark knows he’s sizing her up, the dare evident in how he’s gotten so close to her. “Do you need a way out, Ivy?”

“No.” She balks and takes a step back. She tips her drink back, places the glass on the table and crosses the short distance to reclaim Adam from Fisk. She leads her ‘date’ over to the pool tables and Mark retakes his seat by Fisk.

“I like him.” Fisk announces, “He plays electric guitar.”

“He still stalking people and taking their pictures?”

Fisk shakes his head, “Didn’t ask, but I doubt it.”

Mark’s eyes stalk Ivy as she collects the pool cues. Adam is lining up the balls and then he’s leaning over Ivy, helping her break. Not that she needs help. Mark’s certain Ivy’s played before, judging by how she lines up her shot and pockets a stripe.

“I’m going home.” Mark announces, “Someone’s gotta be coherent in the morning.”

“Yeah, me too.” Fisk nods, “I’ll tell the others.”

Mark sidles over to the back exit, where he’ll deliberately pass by Ivy. She’s leaning against her pool cue, chalking up the end when Mark presses himself behind her to get past. “Your opportunity is leaving.” He murmurs in her ear, hands finding her waist. He knows it’s a cheap move, but Ivy tenses deliciously under his touch. He doesn’t care whether Stanheight is watching or not. Mark pushes open the back door and heads for his car, parked just a couple of feet away.

Thankful he’s made it another night without drinking, Mark puts the key in the ignition and waits a couple minutes. Just as he’s about to drive away, the backdoor opens. Ivy walks straight for his car, opens the passenger door and climbs in.

Mark leans back in the driver’s seat and waits for her to speak.

“Just take me home, Mark.”

“I don’t know where you live.”

She turns her head to face him, “Yes, you do.”

Mark sets off. He lets the silence linger between them as Ivy plays with her fingers. The small bag she’s been carrying around all night is on her lap. Mark can tell the silence is eating at her, but she’s too stubborn to speak first. When they are less than five minutes away, Mark gives her some mercy. “What did you say to get away?”

“I said forensics had found something.” She heaves a sigh and runs a hand over her face, smudging some of her mascara. She’s still beautiful to Mark.

“Why’d you lie?”

“Because I wanted to be with you.”

Her admission unsettles him as much as it pleases him. To have won another kind of game, one Mark has rarely ever let himself play is thrilling. He could see how it could become addictive, but Mark isn’t going to be smug about it. Not much. “I didn’t think you’d entertain the idea of someone like me.”

It should be more of a warning than it is. He should be pulling over, telling her to get out. Mark knows he should do everything he can to make her hate him. But Mark can only resist one temptation tonight.

Ivy doesn’t answer as he pulls up outside her apartment block. Mark smirks as the cliche, loaded question leaves him, “Do you want me to walk you upstairs or are you good?”

Finally, she looks at him, “Do you want to?”

He bites back a growl. “Of course I fucking want to.” He says, holding onto the last remnants of his restraint. “You’ve been on my mind all fucking night, Reeves.”

She reacts at once, climbing across the gearbox and onto his lap. Mark just pushes the seat back in time as Ivy settles herself. His hands don’t know where to hold, his bravado from earlier abandons him when Ivy is bearing down on him in all areas. She looks down at him for a second and then her lips are on his. 

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How tempted I was to keep this going, but sometimes a tease is better than full smut no? You can let your imaginations go wild from here. 😈

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Hii! Thank you for all ur works, it really makes my day when I read or reread your posts, and I hope you’re doing well💚 lately (months) my friends have been ditching last minute, so ig the prompt would be s/o has friends that are rude and mean (doesn’t have to be that specifically, it could just be a rude stranger) and (these are the characters) ningguang, yae, Jean, lisa and yelan stand up for them and comfort them… I need some comfort🥲

Them standing up to a rude stranger for you

Characters: Yae Miko/Jean x gn!reader (separate)

Warnings: none

a/n: I’m sorry, but I had to leave out Yelan, Ningguang and Lisa, I’ve been sitting here for the past 3 days already and honestly have no idea how to start for them or what to write afterwards, so I hope you’re fine with just Jean and Yae, if not then I’m once again really sorry.

I also hope that what I wrote matches what you envisioned, if I got something wrong or misunderstood anything, feel free to tell me and I’ll try again when I got the time.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Yae Miko

While most people would dream of not having to interact with rude people in their day to day lives, Yae couldn’t help but feel somewhat conflicted about everyone being on their best behaviour around her, trying their best to either suck up to her or blend into the background and be overlooked by the Guuji, terrified of what would happen if they weren’t. That being said, turning the table on people thinking it would be a good idea to be rude to her was far more enjoyable than her usual toying around with people. Seeing their faces change as she dismantled their confidence was already far more worth to her than gold could ever be.

So when she walked through the streets of Inazuma one day, only to spot you trying your best to act normal when there was a stranger being rude to you, Yae didn’t even have to think twice about intervening, and while her primary motivation was to help you out, it would have been a lie for her to deny that she wasn’t excited about the prospect of finally getting to deal with a rude person again.

While having another person be rude at you for no reason was something you could live without, what happened after Yae turned up to the scene, almost startling you as much as the other person with her sudden appearance, somehow was even worse to witness. Sure, while there might have been a part of you somewhat happy at seeing someone acting so ill-mannered to you, you gradually lost the feeling of witnessing someone’s comeuppance, when you realised that Yae seemed to enjoy this a bit too much, even for her standards.

By the time you had managed to convince Yae to stop, most of the people around you silently looked at the three of you from a distance, no one being brave enough to interfere or even say a word as they saw their fellow citizen’s ego getting dismantled piece by piece, until not even you felt anything but pity towards them, the Guuji finally letting them leave as you couldn’t help but follow the shell of a former human with your eyes.

“W-What did you do?”, you couldn’t help but ask out loud, only to regret it just a split second later, suddenly fearing that she might still be in the mood for doing what she just did to another person.

“It’s called: ‘standing up for someone’, something I have to do for you if you don’t know how to do it yourself. I don’t even want to imagine what plans people would come up with when they saw that they could get away with treating the Guuji’s partner like a punching bag”, Yae responded in an amused tone, almost seeming like a completely other person than just a few moments ago.

“I know. But did you have to do this so… I mean, couldn’t you have done this less-”, you tried to finish your sentence, only for Yae to quickly interrupt you with a small chuckle.

“What? Jealous?”, she teased, either in an attempt to surprise and confuse you, or to cut you off and move on to a different subject. Though, since it was the Yae Miko you were talking about, it was very likely that it was a weird combination of both.

Either way, she turned out successful, as the silence that followed only ended when Yae signalled you to follow her before starting a different conversation.

Jean

Luckily for Jean, she didn’t have to deal with rude people in her day to day life, most knights and citizens on Mondstadt holding her in such a high regard that they’d probably chase anyone talking ill about her out of the city themselves, and while the negotiations with the Fatui she had to attend from time to time weren’t the most pleasant and often got plagued with passive aggressive remarks from either side, they weren’t outride rude.

That being said, the same could not be said about the other knights’ situation. And while there weren’t many that had ill feelings towards them, Mondstadt had a well-deserved reputation as a nation with a love for alcoholic beverages, and if there was one thing that had the potential to turn people’s normal behaviour into rude one, it was just that. Alcohol.

As Jean looked over the aftermath of yet another of Mondstadt’s popular festivals, with the sound of people celebrating still lurking in the background and the stench of all the consumed alcohol filling the air, she couldn’t help but feel somewhat lucky about not having decided to patrol the streets during the height of the celebrations, knowing all too well that looking over a crowd of drinking people could be very difficult at times. That being said, there was also a lot of guilt being felt about having others do such a demanding job, when all she had to do was fill out yet another mountain of paperwork in her office, especially once she spotted what looked like a knight having to deal with one of the remaining attendees, not sober enough to act polite while being too drunk to care. And while Jean already made her way over, she caught herself picking up pace when she realised that the knight in question was none other than you.

“I know that there just was a big festival and a lot to drink, but that is no reason to act so rude towards anyone, especially a Knight of Favonius”, Jean made her presence known, only for the drunk almost snap at her in response.

“And who are you to- Oh, Acting Grandmaster Jean… I’m sorry, I… didn’t notice it was you”, they were—relatively—quick to apologise, Jean immediately following up.

“Is there a problem I can help with, or is everything cleared up now?”, she asked before glancing towards you, only for the other person to follow her look and do the same.

“They were simply asking for direction, so there’s no need for you to do anything, acting Grandmaster”, you lied, simply wanting for this situation to end as quickly as possible as you could honestly feel yourself growing exhausted from today’s work, the drunk person quickly using the opportunity to play along and make their way out of there.

“I’m sorry for having you and the others put up with all of this, I wish I could have helped, but there was a lot of paperwork for me to do”, the acting Grandmaster apologised, only for you to quickly shake your head.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine. Although I have to admit that this is job a bit exhausting”, you assured her before letting out a small yawn. “I actually planned on inviting you for a drink afterwards, but seeing as I reckon that most people still there probably had one too many glasses to drink, I suddenly don’t feel like going anymore”, you half-joked, only for Jean to shoot you a small smile.

“I would say you did enough today, lets tell the others and then go home.”

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[FIC PREVIEW]

2023 NCIS/Tiva Christmas!

Here's the first scene of my upcoming Christmas fic! I'm hoping to have it finished by Christmas, of course. Let me know if you want to be tagged! It will also be posted to AO3 (ContentsPriceless).

I'm actually gonna edit this to take out anything mentioning Ducky's funeral, now that we know they'll cover that this season, so you get an ultra-rare pre-editing peek 😅

I'm sure I'll write a tribute fic at some point, maybe a fix it if we don't get cameos or at least a hefty mention of Tony and Ziva .

“Daddy, Daddy! I can see the glaciers!” Tali announced excitedly, her face pressed up against the small airplane window.

Tony DiNozzo smiled and peeked over her head of wavy brown hair to catch a glimpse of the snow-covered Alaskan wilderness below. “You remember what you learned about glaciers in school?” he prompted.

“Uh-huh! They’re like frozen rivers that move down the mountains!”

“Something like that,” Tony chuckled. “You’d better sit down and buckle up, Tals, we’ll be landing soon.”

The nine-year-old obeyed, sitting back in her seat where her legs didn’t quite touch the ground—though the way she’d been growing lately, it wouldn’t be long.

“Can I have your phone to take pictures?” Tali asked once she was properly buckled, the seatbelt tightened by her father until he deemed it sufficient.

With an exaggerated sigh, Tony fished the device out of his back pocket and handed it over. “Don’t take too many, we need to save some space for pictures of all the other cool stuff we see.”

With his daughter occupied, Tony turned his attention to the woman sitting in the aisle seat beside him.

“Hey, you doing alright?” he asked in a low voice, placing a hand on her knee.

She had been shifting uncomfortably for the last hour or so of their flight, unable to get positioned in a way that took the pressure off her back. They had broken up their journey from Paris with a day’s respite in New York City, where they were able to catch up with some of Tony’s extended family. Tali, in particular, loved seeing the sights and stuffing her face with giant slices of pizza. But still, it put a lot of strain on Ziva’s body.

“I am starting to rethink what a good idea it was to travel so extensively while pregnant,” she spoke with a grimace, rubbing her rounded belly in comforting circles.

Tony hummed in sympathy, his fingers finding her lower back and massaging there as best as he could in such a confined space. She sighed in relief, her head falling against his shoulder and her eyes drooping shut.

“In our defense, when we planned this trip, we didn’t know you’d be five months pregnant,” he said softly with a teasing lilt to his voice.

It was true. They had almost given up on the prospect of having another child, promising that if it didn’t happen before Tali turned ten, they would stop trying. But finally, after years of negative tests, they got their positive, and Tony and Ziva were overjoyed. Tali, too, was looking forward to having a baby brother or sister. The high pitched squeal she had emitted when they first broke the news proved to them that she would be the best big sister a kid could ask for, and she had slept with a copy of the ultrasound in a frame beside her bed ever since.

But when they first started planning this trip almost a year ago, they had not planned on an additional passenger in utero, which definitely complicated things a little. After Gibbs visited them in Paris for the holidays the year prior, they knew they wanted to be with family. That had been the first time they’d seen him since Ziva had finally been reunited with Tony and Tali, and there was a lot of joy to go around. Tali had taken to calling him Grampa Gibbs, and in almost no time at all, they were like two peas in a pod.

“I can’t wait to see everyone,” Ziva murmured, a small smile pulling at her lips. “I hear Jimmy is bringing Agent Knight.”

“I’m glad,” Tony said, “it will be good for him to have her there, I think.”

Although the shape of their makeshift family had changed a lot over the years, love was still at the heart of it, that was the only thing that mattered. They’d met Jessica Knight only once, at Ducky’s funeral a few months back, but the consensus was that she was a great match for Jimmy, and she seemed to get along with Victoria too.

It had been a reunion of sorts with everyone coming to pay their respects to the beloved M.E., even Abby who sadly wouldn’t be able to make it to Alaska this Christmas. This year would be strange, without Ducky there to verbosely share stories of Christmases of old. His warm smile and even warmer hugs would be greatly missed by all who knew him.

After a few more minutes, a voice came over the speaker instructing passengers to take their seats for landing, and Tony pressed a kiss to Ziva’s temple.

“You hear that?” he said, his lips brushing against her hair, “Only a little bit longer, hon.”

-.-.-

... to be continued

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[fumifooms]

Hi I adored your chilchuck/marcille fanfic, "grind me down sweetly", that was so lovely!! i ate it up with like no hesitation! i was wondering if you were considering writing more of them? thank you so much for all your work and thank you for sharing it with us!

First of all thank you so so much!! Every nice word and kudos mean the world to me, and for rarepairs they're all the more cherished 💖 And yes anon, I absolutely do plan on making more for them! As much as I can manage, a library's worth if possible. They're my absolute Dungeon Meshi OTP and Dunmeshi’s been my obsession for like 10 months now, I'm a huge shipper & I love making fancontent and yeahh it's not stopping anytime soon. Though I am a slow writer... And I really should get around to finishing my older non-dunmeshi wips too 😫

I’ve talked about marchil fanfic prompts/wips a couple times on here, and very recently even about a sequel to Grind Me Down Sweetly actually! The fic’s a lot about having a familiar routine with someone and sort of growing used to that, to knowing someone like that and with sharing his days and his living space with someone again, about growing open to the idea that maybe just maybe he and Marcille could have something in the first place. And it’s kept pretty platonic due to that and whatnot, but I recently thought that, since the arc of him becoming more aware and open to the relationship got done in GMDS, doing a sequel where we actually see the relationship grow more romantic would be cute!! Warming up to the romantic nature of their relationship like settling down into a cozy couch. And this time rather than coffee it’ll be centered around what all the best cafes have… Cats!

Gonna summarize the concepts of some of my marchil fic wips under the cut, if you’d rather go in blind when they… Eventually get written, then you can just stop here and safely be assured that I am 100% planning on writing more for them! Oh, btw I also take prompts and requests, though I can’t promise anything.

Alright so GMDS sequel: I think in canon both Marcille and Chilchuck have a special dynamic with Izutsumi, where they care after her, not unlike Senshi but with more feelings attached. With her traveling around, I feel like every once in a while they’d talk about her, dealing with the worry and the uncertainty. Marcille is like "My fragile baby bird out into the world… She needs to at least live to be 100 years old 😭" while Chil knows how it’s like and just trusts her to be alright, like with Puckpatti. And so!! Every time she sees a stray cat while strolling out her heart pangs… There are many strays in Chilchuck’s neighborhood, and with her pushing for it they start leaving some food out for them. At one point she sees one standing out in the rain all pitifully in front of Chil’s shop and she invites it in (to Chilchuck’s despair), and from then on it’s still a stray but it has a home to go back to… Until Marcille officially adopts it. And it can showcase Marcille and Chil’s growing relationship alongside that metaphorically, where she sorta moves in and they grow more boldly affectionate, and it’s like… Domesticating love… 😌 Man didn’t want a cat, a cat daughter nor a new lover, but they took a liking to him and were stubborn about getting close to him and now there they all are. I like to say that post-canon despite Chil living alone in his shop he gets a second family of clingy asses, and this is exactly what I mean. Vibe wise I’d like it to have that cozy energy of spending a slow afternoon at a nice quiet cafe on a rainy day, but we’ll see how I manage it! It’s not the highest on my writing priorities currently though.

Other marchil fic ideas I’ve talked about are… Following them on that time pre-canon where they went to shop for a pouch together would be cute. I have a long post talking about them being sick and caring for each other would be like and that’d make a fun whump fic too. He gets sick and she dotes on him, she indulges herself and kisses him anyways, and then of course he passes it on to her right as he gets better so then it’s her turn getting taken care of hehe.

This one’s more convoluted, so either Marcille invites him to a fancy social event at the castle as her plus-one (aka emotional support) maybe already dating maybe on the verge of confessing, OR they’re already dating and then Marcille’s mom visits them and it’s very sweet and maybe marriage talks happens~, but in both cases Chilchuck is going through SO much stress. Just Chilchuck’s heart being on the absolute edge of giving out, going through the five stages of grief over the banquet not having his favorite kind of alcohol and Marcille not letting him be an ornamental plant in the corner of the room and doing the bare minimum. Or having to engage with her mom and seeming worthy of being her lover as his shit is only barely pulled together after they hurry to ready his house to host her as a guest. And I have a bunch of wips where I tackle them properly doing a confession or a proposal… I was planning on making a comic about it even. Here’s a lil taste of them talking about getting into a relationship together~

And you know what, here are some new exclusive ones I hadn’t shared yet that I’d really like to get around to making

In the meantime if you want I have a ton of analysis and headcanon posts about marchil on this blog, and fanarts here, and @fumiku is my fanfic blog with updates + for fanfic related asks (which rarely gets used rip).

I have non-marchil dunmeshi fanfics I want to prioritize too, but idk idk I’ll see what I end up getting around to… I like having a new vision to offer with each fic, so I tend to prioritize fics that take a new angle for the same ship or tackle different characters and themes, so I can see myself pushing myself to do other stuff before falling back into my marchil comfort zone.

[tveitertotwrites]

Hey There! I saw this, and I couldn't agree more! Nothing says I love you more than "I'm willing to try this for you." And this works for all kinds of relationships: romance, friends, and family, too.

Would you be able to create something showing this for one of your characters or pairings? It could be a drabble, fic, edit, art - anything at all!

NO PRESSURE AT ALL - only if you want to, but I'd love to see what you could come up with!

Hey there! Thank you for the idea! When I first saw this I knew that I had to write something for Adelaide and Tobias and this is what came to mind.

Blindfold

Series: Open Heart (Post Series)

Paring: Tobias Carrick x F!OC (Adelaide Barnes)

Rating: Explicit - 18+

Word Count: 1286 words

Summary: After an "innocent" game of Never Have I Ever, Tobias and Adelaide try something new.

Based on this prompt: "I'm willing to try this for you"

It was supposed to be a fun game of Never Have I Ever, they said. There’s not going to be anything involving sexual topics, they said. But when alcohol was added into the mix, both Adelaide and Tobias knew that neither of these things were going to come true. 

“Never have I ever… Blindfolded my partner during sex?” Bryce asked. 

Most of the group had put a finger down. Neither Tobias nor Adelaide had put one down but Bryce, Ethan, Jackie, and Aurora had all put their fingers down.

“WHEN DID YOU BLINDFOLD SOMEONE?” Tobias said, directed towards Ethan.

“None of your business for one. Second, I’m surprised you haven’t Carrick”

“Yeah, I second that.” Jackie said.

“You better watch your next words very carefully there Varna.”

Tobias glared and Jackie held her hands up in defense. The game continued on for another 30 minutes before everyone decided that they should head back to their respective places. Luckily it was warm in Boston and Bryce’s place wasn’t too far from where Tobias and Adelaide's lived so they were able to walk home.

On their way back they decided to stop by their favorite diner to get some food in their bodies to help with the amount of alcohol running through their bodies. The two of them were able to grab a booth by a window and quickly order their food. Neither of them really talked much until the food had arrived and both started digging in. 

“So…” Adelaide started.

“So?”

“You’ve never actually blindfolded someone before during sex?”

“No I haven’t. Have you?”

“No. I was just wondering because it seems like something you would want to do.”

Adelaide took another bite of her burger while Tobias just stayed silent. She stared at him as she chewed and watched the bite of food Tobias took go down hard and watched him grab his water.

“What are you looking at me like that for?”

“Have you ever thought of blindfolding me?”

Tobias choked on his water. He was able to swallow it down before coughing. He gave Adelaide a crazy look while she just rolled her eyes at him. 

“Men. Would it kill you to voice what you want?”

“Something like this might.”

Adelaide sighed. “You know you could have just talked to me about this. Even if you want to do something and I didn’t, I would at least want you to ask first because then at least you know.”

“I know. I know. But this isn’t something that I thought you would be into.” Tobias said before taking another drink of water.

“Well you never know if you don’t ask. Plus now that I know you’ve thought about it, it’s now something I kinda want to try.”

Tobias set his cup down. “Really?”

“Yeah, who knows. It might actually be fun.” 

“You actually want to do this?” Tobias asked as Adelaide nodded. “Ok. Well we’ll have to do it sometime soon.”

The pair just smiled at each other as they finished their food. They quickly paid and made their way home and went to bed.

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A couple weeks have gone by to where Adelaide and Tobias are on vacation for their 6 month anniversary in the Maldives. While the two of them planned the trip together, Adelaide had a couple of surprises up her sleeve. 

After lunch on their second day, they had nothing planned for the next few hours until dinner, so they headed back up to their room. Once they were back, Tobias closed the door and turned just as Adelaide pushed him against the door and kissed him hard. He then loosened up and started running his hands through her hair as she started to pull away.

“I’ve got a little surprise for you.”

Tobias smirked as Adelaide gave him a quick peck on the lips before running over to her suitcase and grabbing something out that Tobias couldn’t see and ran to the bathroom. Tobias stood at the door in confusion before going over to the bed and sitting down. A few minutes later, Adelaide opened the door to reveal herself wearing a light blue lingerie set.

Tobias stared at her with his mouth agape as she slowly walked over to him with her hands behind her back. Adelaide then climbed on to his lap and gave him a hard kiss. She pulled away and held out a small box to Tobias.

“What is this?” Tobias asked.

“Open it.”

Adelaide got off of his lap as he started to open the box. Inside was a matching blindfold to her lingerie. Tobias whipped his head towards Adelaide who just smiled at him. He then threw the box onto the ground and quickly got on top of Adelaide, which made her giggle. Tobias then kissed her all over her face and her neck while she started to take off his clothes. Once he was wearing nothing, Adelaide went to grab the blindfold from Tobias, but he stopped her.

“Wait, are you sure you want to do this?”

“Babe, I’m willing to try this for you. Plus I think we could make this fun.”

Tobias nodded and then helped Adelaide put on the blindfold before she laid her back down on the bed. He then slowly began to take off her panties and dropped them onto the floor next to the bed. He then began to kiss up her left leg, making Adelaide’s breath shorten as he got closer to her core.

As Tobias gets as close to her clit without touching, he then smirks and moves down to the bottom of her right leg, making her whimper as he slowly makes his way up her leg. Once he gets closer to her clit again, Tobias inserts two fingers into her while circling and sucking on it. He takes his other hand and starts to massage her breasts before moving his hand to her back and unclasping the bra in one swift motion and quickly pulling it off of her body. 

“Fuck.” Adelaide screamed as Tobias inserted another finger. 

Before she’s able to release, Tobias pulls his fingers out and pulls himself up onto his knees and slowly pushes into her. He starts off slow to allow Adelaide to adjust before thrusting deeper and quicker. He moved his hand back towards her breasts rubbing her nipples with his thumbs, causing Adelaide to moan loudly. 

It wasn’t much longer before the two of them hit their climaxes. Tobias then slowly pulled himself out and collapsed onto the bed. After a minute or so, he got back onto his knees and started to take the blindfold off of Adelaide.

“Let me see those pretty eyes.”

Adelaide laughed until the blindfold was off and she tried to open her eyes but the amount of light hitting her eyes caused her to close them tightly and cover her face with her hands. Tobias laughed and put his face in front of the light and took her hands off of her face. 

Adelaide then slowly opened her eyes back up and the two of them smiled at each other. Tobias placed his hands on both sides of her face and gave Adelaide a deep kiss. After he pulled away, the two of them then adjusted so they were mostly under the covers of the bed.

“So what did you think of that?” Tobias asked.

“It was definitely different. Everything felt a lot stronger but it was good. Maybe something we could do when we’re back home.”

“Well I’m glad.”

Tobias gently grabbed her chin and pulled her in for another kiss. The two of them adjusted again so their bodies were intertwined with each other and they fell asleep. 

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[scienceoftheidiot]

Prompts? Snippets? Love while ao3 is down? Maybe some badass Ed after he lost his alchemy? Something self-indulgent?

Aaahh thank you !

So I don't write much Ed BUT I was actually planning to have exactly that (Ed being badass after he lost his alchemy) in a Royai fic. Except the fic is in two parts, and this would be the second part, and first part is not posted yet because not finished yet xD

Soooo I guess this counts as a snipper even if I wrote it just now (thanks!)

Spoiler warning for an upcoming fic of mine, I guess, I'll add more context under the cut, I'm sorry about this, I still hope you like this and Ed is badass enough 😁

So the fic is an AU where Roy stays blind after Promised Day, the stone doesn't work/Truth refuses to heal him. He's thus dismissed from the army, but is asked for his help (new powerful alchemy !) by Scar and Miles. Roy being Roy he jumps on the occasion (doesn't work that well of course but that's another story).

Anyway, second part, Roy asks for Ed's help : Ed knows alchemy, even if he can't practice it anymore, it'll be far easier for him to take soil samples and do reconnaissance alone, Ed is restless in Resembool and Roy doesn't want to show himself too much in Ishval. Except to actually use alchemy he needs to be there.

So here they are :

"Fuck, why did I agree to this."

"Change the record, Fullmetal. You've said this over fifty times since we boarded the train."

"Wouldn't have had to suffer the train if you'd let me drive."

"My car, my rules. Only one person gets to drive it, and it's not you. Now, where --"

"Well at least it's not you either."

"Thanks for that, Fullmetal. Where is --"

"Stop calling me that. That's my state alchemist name. No alchemy, no alchemist name. And above all, I am not a dog of the military anymore, Colonel."

"Well, me neither, so you can ditch the Colonel. Where's the damned field, Edward?"

"You're walking on it, Mustang."

"Ah."

Roy sighed and shook his head, then crouched, placing his hand on the ground. The dirt was dry, flaky. Not sandy -- that was a bit of improvement, at least -- but it did feel barren.

"How does it look?"

"Like nothing. Just dirt and stones, all the way until the cliff. It's half collapsed, by the way. Doesn't look like anything has ever grown on there."

Roy got up and brushed his pants.

"Registers say it was an orange tree orchard, before the war."

Finally, Fullmetal -- Edward, call him Edward -- fell silent.

For a short while.

"You're sure? There's not even a tree trunk."

"If you can read a map, then yeah. I guess the last bits were scavenged as firewood by survivors. Or else it was burnt to ashes."

"Did you --"

"I don't know. It's possible. I have been to these parts. But I've burnt a lot of places, and the name didn't ring a bell. Can't use visual cues to trigger my memory, so I can't tell you."

Ed stayed silent, until he growled.

"I don't understand how you can speak so lightly of this."

Roy shrugged.

"Thought you'd be used to that, after all this time. Now, shall we get to work, or ...?"

"Fine." Silence fell again for a little while, and Roy could have thought Ed was pouting, if he didn't hear him rummage through his things.

"So, about the samples I had collected during my last trip here. Your notes say the dirt lacks a great deal of accessible nitrogen and phosphorus to be able to grow anything. By the way, I'm glad you're using Hawkeye for this. Reading your chicken scratch has always been a struggle."

"Says the right handed boy who wrote his reports with his left. This was the fastest way. And you know her last name is not Hawkeye anymore, don't you?"

"I'm never calling her that. She's too good for it."

Roy scoffed.

"Gotta tell her that. Okay," he frowned. "What was in there, then?"

"Silica. Ammonia. Wait, doesn't ammonia contain --"

"You didn't read the notes before we came here, did you? It's about the availability. Most plants can't do anything with ammonia. Usually you'd try and plant specific ones who will make it into a useful nitrogen compound, using fungal symbiosis. But we don't have time for that, it'll take years. And those need a lot of good irrigation, which we don't have."

"You become a botanist, lately?"

"I've had a lot of free time. And my wife has the most beautiful reading voice."

Roy heard Ed choke on a groan, and smirked.

Ed ranted again : "You're the all powerful alchemist, now. Why not pull humidity straight from the air and water it this way?

"I'll do it to kickstart it, but this is not feasible long term. You want me to stay here and play sprinkler all summer? I hope you are bulletproof. Riza would never --"

As if on cue, something that was definitely a gunshot rang, and Roy was violently pushed to the ground. Roy coughed in the dirt, trying to push himself back up, only for Ed to crush him back down as new shots fired.

"Don't move, moron, we're being shot at, from up front. The cliff."

Fullmetal was half laying on him, his left leg crushing Roy's right. Damn was that automail heavy.

Adrenalin kicking in -- he realized he was getting back to his old self, panic being only a buzz at the back of his mind -- Roy thought fast. He was supposed to protect them both. He was the one who could. He wriggled to free his arms, clapped, and slammed his hands to the ground, hiding them behind a wall he hoped would be thick enough to stop bullets. And set in the right direction.

Gunfire kept raining against it.

"Can you see them?"

Roy was free of Edward's weight, and he heard him shuffle, close.

"Ishvalans. Seems like there's only two of them, and they look like kids."

"Yeah, I bet. They're wasting ammunition like crazy, there. Tell me. Where are they, precisely?"

"You're not using alchemy against them."

"Oh, sure, watch me."

"No killing on my watch."

"I never kill if I can avoid it. Not anymore."

"You're a blind flamethrower. I wouldn't bet on that. Don't move." Edward shouted "HEY! Hey, guys!"

He was answered by a new burst of gunfire.

"Fullmetal!" Roy frantically felt around until he caught Ed's trouser leg. "Stay put --"

"Let go of me! HEY GUYS!"

"For fuck's sake, Ed --"

"Shut! Up!" Edward walked away from him. "Guys, maybe you don't want to annoy us too much. See, my friend, here --"

"He's the flame alchemist!"

"He's killed our family, and now we're going to kill him! Give him to us and we'll let you go."

Roy's insides twisted. The voices sounded very young indeed. He was opening his mouth to answer, anything, when Ed kicked him in the ribs.

He was lucky he used his right foot. Ouch.

Fullmetal was right. Maybe it wasn't his time to speak.

"Haven't you heard your elders --"

"Fuck the elders. If they want to mingle with the enemy, fine for them. Death awaits the collaborators as well as the perpetrators."

"Kids, we --"

"We're not kids! Not anymore! We want his head, now!"

"You've heard of the Flame Alchemist, kids, alright. You even know what he looks like. You know who I am?"

"We don't care. Give him to us, now."

Ed's foot nudged Roy.

"When I hit you next," Edward spoke from between his teeth, "you clap and make me a weapon. Scary one. I just want to freak them out."

"Right," Roy got his hands ready, frenetically thinking about what he could pull from the ground that could make a good weapon, that would also be scary. Wait, if it needed to be scary, then he wouldn't need it to be a good weapon, right?

"Ever heard of the Fullmetal Alchemist?"

The kids didn't answer immediately.

"Prove it!"

Ed shoved his foot into Roy's ribs again, and Roy clapped, hearing the kid clap just a split second later. Time for the static to subdue, Ed's feet sounded against the dry soil, two steps. There was a high pitched sound as he picked the weapon Roy had thought to make.

"Wanna fight?"

"We have guns."

Their voice was less assured, now. Edward was walking, probably towards them.

"You think I can't deflect them with my all powerful alchemy? Look at this! I could probably slaughter you from here. You don't want to see how good I am."

Ah, Fullmetal knew how to brag, alright.

He seemingly kept walking, until a scurry of running feet sounded, running away from them.

"We'll come back when you're alone, Flame Alchemist. We'll catch you, tie you up and burn you!"

"It's all you deserve!"

The shouted threats were drawing away.

"Go help rebuilding, kids! Killing him won't solve anything!" Edward yelled at them.

Roy couldn't help but smile. Ed, too, was still a kid. A good one.

Silence fell again. Roy stayed put until Edward dragged his feet back next to him -- his left leg adding a characteristic sound he had learnt to notice.

"Obsidian? A fucking obsidian sword? You had nothing else?"

Ed grabbed Roy's hand and unceremoniously pulled him back on his feet.

The kid had strength.

"I wasn't working with much. What do you want me to do with silica --"

"Fuck, Colonel, you need to think outside the box. I could have pulled so much --"

"You're insane. If Riza learns about this --"

"I saved your fucking life, she will hear about it, believe me."

"Oh, and remind me who made the weapon?"

"It'd have broke as soon as I tried to slice anything with it! Come on!"

"You wanted to scare them. A black blade --"

"Whatever would have scared them." Ed's voice dropped. "They were barely fourteen. Not an age to hold guns."

"Rich, coming from you, Fullmetal," Roy said, his expression, he hoped, betraying his words.

"I never used guns," Edward snickered.

.

If you've read until here thank you ! Feel free to send me prompts while AO3 is down 🥲

[defnotbrooklyn]

Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader

I’m never leaving you

A/n: this is my first fic! I rly hope y’all like it. Feel free to send me requests or prompts! I’ll also be making a list for people I write for. If popular opinion wants a new character then sure! Also take notice that I haven’t read all the PJ books, but ik the basics. Feel free to tell me about anything you’d like me to fix/add to my writing.

Gif not mine!

Not requested!

Summary: you and Percy went off for battle. What happens when you come back injured?

Warnings: blood, injuries, pet names, swearing, sorry if I forgot anything else.

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You were terrified.

You’d went on battles before, so why was this one worrying you? Was it because you’d be separated from Percy this time? You can’t be nervous, your one of the best fighters in camp. You have to lead a good example and fight well.

But what if something went wrong? What would happen if y-

“Y/N…? Hey you good? I’ve been calling you for a while”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking”

“You know you can tell me anything right?” Percy said as he helped collect weapons to distribute to the younger kids.

“Yeah, yeah I know. I just… I don’t know. This ear feels…different you know? I don’t know what’s wrong with me I shouldn’t be thinking like this. It’s probably nothing” you say worried.

“Hey hey look at me,” percy says as he takes your face in between his hands after putting the weapons down. “It’s fine to worry you know? I’d be scared if you weren’t”

You take his hand. “Yeah” you say slightly laughing.

You smile at him as he kisses your forehead and continues with his job.

“Wait perce—“ you say before he heads off

“Yeah?” He looks back at you, familiar kindness and love in his sea-green eyes.

“I’m just… I love you. Promise me you’ll be careful?”

He smiles at you and starts to head towards you in a hurry, as if he’s afraid you’ll fade away. “I love you too baby. I’m gonna be fine okay? Don’t you worry about me.”

He hugs you and you rest your head on his shoulders as he plays with your hair and kisses your head.

“Meet me after we win?” you say after you pull away.

“You know it”

He presses a soft kiss to your lips for one last time before the fight. He tasted like saltwater and those blue snacks he ate earlier.

You watch him as he walks away to his post with a few other people.

“I can do this. It’s like all the other fights. Let’s win this” you thought to yourself.

You headed to your post with your half siblings and a few others to wait for the monsters.

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After a few dreadful minutes of waiting and planning, you heard a sound approaching you and your friends.

You signaled to your friends and they immediately took action. They readied their weapons and aimed.

One of the monsters appeared from the forest and…

“GO, NOW!” you shouted, surprising the monsters with the campers’ weapons.

The fight was long, and slowly but surely, you managed to lead the monsters to where Percy and his team were, to finish the plan and hopefully become victorious.

When the monsters followed you and your friends you realized they were too much. More than what you planned on. You kept fighting and leading the monsters until you saw…

“PERCY..!”

Percy looked at you with determined eyes and you guys kept on fighting. As you fought one of the monsters, you saw Percy getting attacked out of the corner of your eye.

“Shit shit shit” you thought.

You ran as fast as you can towards Percy, and saw a river. You signaled to Percy and he ran towards it. While you kept his attacker distracted, percy healed and started running towards you.

“Y/N! BEHIND YOU!” Percy screamed

You had no time to turn around before you were suddenly stabbed in the stomach by the monsters claws.

You cried out as you collapsed on the floor.

You heard Percy and a few others rushing to your aid, but then you heard…nothing. You had blacked out.

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The first thing you regained was your sight. Not really though. Everything was blurry, and you felt disoriented.

Your ears were ringing then you started to make out what others were saying. You wish you hadn’t though. There were cries of people all around you. Those in pain, and those who lost their loved ones

You started moving your hands but something-or rather someone was holding them down gently.

“Percy…?”

Percy suddenly looked up at you, hundreds of emotions displayed in his eyes.

“Y/N…? Oh my gods y/n! Your safe! I thought i lost you! Are you okay?” He said panicking and hugging you as not to hurt you.

He pulled away then you got a good look at his face. He was covered in blood and there were bruises and cuts on his face and arms and everywhere.

“You’re hurt…” you say quietly as you gently touch his cheek. “Percy are you okay? Where’s will?”

“Baby, please im Fine. It’s just a few cuts okay? I’m okay. You however are not.”

He took your hand in his and started playing with it as you sat a few minutes in silence. Not sure if what to say, what to do.

“I’m so happy that your alive. I thought I lost you. I don’t know how I would’ve been able to live after that. Please don’t scare me like that again.” He said quietly while still playing with your hands.

“I’m okay perce. I’m just happy your here.” You say starting to tear up.

Percy starts to cup your face, and uses his fingers to wipe your tears.

��Percy, I- I don’t know what happened. I was just. I don’t know. I guess I got distracted somehow. I’m sorry I put you through that”

“Hey hey hey. No. You don’t get to apologize okay? You saved me, and you helped me. I don’t want you apologizing okay?”

“But- I”

“Shh baby. What’s important is that your here and well okay?“

You nod and rest your head against his chest when he sits next to you on the infirmary bed.

You start crying into his shoulder. “It hurt so bad percy. I thought I was losing you”

“I’m right here. I’m here and I’m never leaving you okay? It’s all good.”

You hug percy and he spends the rest of the week caring for you until you heal. He spends everyday reminding you of how much he loves you and how much he’s lucky to have you.

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For my first fic I think I could have done better maybe? It’s fine il improve by time. Sorry for the ending I didn’t know what to add really. Anyways, hope you enjoyed it!