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The Yamada Family's Special Curry: Hypmic Curry Drama Track TL

Jiro: A curry battle huh…? They sure came up with a weird idea this time around…

Ichiro: I also think it’s a strange concept, but I still want to prove we’re the best. Will you two help me out?

Jiro & Saburo: Of course!!

Ichiro: Glad to hear it!

Saburo: We’re used to making curry so I think we should get started immediately!

Ichiro: Ah, about that… *places down a plate* I actually went ahead and made a prototype curry!

Saburo: As expected, Ichi-nii, you prepared something beforehand!

Ichiro: If we’re going to win over everyone, we can’t just use our usual curry. I was hoping you guys could help me perfect the ultimate curry!

Saburo: Then we’ll try the prototype so we can start ameliorating any flaws it may have!!

Jiro: A-Ameli…?? I don’t get what he just said but you can leave its flavour to me!!

Ichiro: Thanks, you two! Then, why don’t you go ahead and give it a taste?

Jiro & Saburo: Absolutely! *eats*

Jiro & Saburo: Mmm??

Jiro: This isn’t the flavour of our usual curry…! Did he really forget the most important part…??

Saburo: It’s greasy and tastes terrible…! I don’t want to say something Ichi-nii made is unpleasant but…!!

Ichiro: So how is it??

Jiro: I-I’ve never had anything like it before…

Saburo: W-what did you put in it?

Ichiro: *starts bringing out ingredients* So for the roux, I decided not to use anything you can buy from the store and made a completely original spice blend! I also used domestic A5 graded black beef and fatty mackerel!

Jiro: Yeah…?

Saburo: I see…

*phone rings*

Ichiro: Sorry, I gotta take this, it’s a work call. …Hello, how may I help you?

Jiro: *downs a glass of water* Hey Saburo, what did Nii-chan do to this curry??

Saburo: How am I supposed to know?? I can only assume he was so focused on beating the competition, failed to give it any rational thought.

Jiro: Damn it…! Even though Nii-chan’s usual curry is already the most delicious…!

Saburo: My thoughts exactly! He didn’t need to use these fancy ingredients, Ichi-nii’s curry is already exquisite…!

Jiro: We gotta bring Nii-chan back to his senses!

Saburo: As loathe as I am to work hand in hand with incompetence, there’s no other way…!

Ichiro: Sorry, guys, I’m back! So, what should I add to improve the curry?

Jiro & Saburo: *nods at each other*

Jiro: Aniki, I’ll give it to you straight. No matter what you add, this ain’t gonna be our curry!

Ichiro: What??

Jiro: I get where you’re coming from, but you shouldered this by yourself without even talking to us… Isn’t that messed up?

Saburo: I feel similarly to Jiro. If we’re going up against the other divisions, shouldn’t our bonds as brothers shine through?

Ichiro: Our bonds as brothers…?

Jiro & Saburo: And so, we should use our usual curry!

Ichiro: But, if we use our usual curry, wouldn’t you be able to tell the roux uses store bought curry and ingredients that were on sale? If we want to beat the others, then—

Jiro: But that’s what makes it our curry!

Saburo: Just like with our rap as the Buster Bros!!!, there wouldn’t be any point to winning if it’s not who we are!

Ichiro: You guys… *eats the curry* …Yeah, you’re right, this isn’t our curry. I understand what you mean!

Jiro & Saburo: …!!

Ichiro: Okay, let’s head out to the store to buy the stuff we usually use in our curry!

Jiro: Yeah! Once we hit up the shopping district, I’ll find the best bargain after a few rounds around the shops!

Saburo: According to my research, the type of roux that’s favoured across multiple age generations would be one that’s a bit sweet and hits the medium range in spiciness!

Ichiro: Thanks! I’m counting on you guys!

Saburo: Oh, there’s one more thing…

Jiro: What? We’re about to head out.

Saburo: No, it’s just, since we’re going to have to sell it, doesn’t that mean we need to come up with a name for our curry? I think the usual naming conventions revolve around the main ingredients used in the product.

Jiro: We got vegetables, fish, meat… If we go off of that, we’ve just got a variety curry.

Ichiro: We don’t even have to worry about that! No matter the ingredients, this is the “Yamada Family’s Special Curry”! And with it, the three of us will beat all the rest!!

#ichiro yamada #jiro yamada #saburo yamada #buster bros #hypmic #hypnosis mic #my batch got very little meat veggies etc but ngl #them bros be eating gooooooood bro it was so good 😭😭😭😭😭😭#saburo said the most palatable curry roux was kinda sweet kinda spicy and my basic ass agrees LOL #this track made me cry lmao coming from mtr's track where they flouted their wealth to bb's #where ichiro wanted to use wealth as a wow factor since they really don't have luxury #and using that hardship as part of their package all i want is for the buster bros to be happy goddamn 😭❤😭❤😭❤#i'm uhhhh starting to be a little concerned that all of these tracks snuck in a hint or two of possible points of character focus lol #getting ichiro to include his bros in his plans posse projecting issues on their curry kuukou and excess/by himself #so the other three then......... hm..........#curry tl

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thatmemeguy89 · 29 days

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My turn next

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insanitykeepsme · 2 months

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My Poems are Like a Dagger - a Feyd Rautha x Reader fic.

Also posted on AO3 - Here

SUMMARY -

An arranged marriage is the last thing Feyd Rautha needs. Marriages are about producing heirs. Political stances.

Feyd was made to kill, to brutalize until there is nothing left. There is no room for anyone else in his mind.

So when his uncle broaches the subject, it is not a welcomed one.

TAGS - Not Canon Compliant, AU, Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Arranged Marriage, OOC Feyd, Feyd Rautha has issues, Feyd needs a hug, Blood, minor gore, Minor Character Death, tags will update, This May Get Dark, Marriage, Fluff, Meet cute but not?, I have no excuse for this, This slutty lil bald man has my heart, This WILL get spicy, Female Pronouns Y/N, No Beta - We Die like Duncan

Arranged marriages are not uncommon across the galaxy. In fact, some cultures consider it an honor to have a spouse chosen for you. On Geidi Prime, it is not, at least not to Feyd Rautha.

Feyd is a warrior, he is someone who has been brought up to kill, to conquer, fight to death and leave no survivors. He is only 19 when his uncle broaches the subject for the first time over a rare family dinner. His elder brother Glossu does not look him in the eyes as the one-sided conversation starts.

“There are plenty of wonderful women who would be thrilled to marry you,” the Baron explained as he continued to stuff his face with food. Feyd feels his fist tighten until the blood stops running to his fingers. “In fact, I have one in mind already. She comes from a very nice family, a good bloodline. She’s very skilled in the Bene Gesserit from what I’ve heard, she’ll make an excellent bride for you, Nephew.”

Feyd clenches his jaw at every word his uncle says. A wife? He was taught that love was always a weakness, something that would hinder him. The only thing she’d be used for was children, and that thought annoyed him, he doesn’t even want children, let alone like them.

“And if I refuse?” Feyd challenges him. The Baron looks up from his meal and scoffs.

“It has already been done. You will travel to her tomorrow for your first meeting-,” Feyd smashed the porcelain plate on the table and pointed the broken shard in the direction of his uncle; his eyes wide and furious that this was done behind his back. The Baron did not flinch at the threat, instead continuing his meal much to his nephew's displeasure.

“Your things are packed, and you are to take three guards with you. While the planet you are going to is peaceful, I do not want you alone. Understood?” He stares directly at Feyd, wild and angry met with a cold distance. Feyd will not be able to say or do anything that will change his uncle’s mind. In his rage, he throws the shard of porcelain past his brother and straight into the neck of a servant. Blackish blood spurts from the wound as his body collapses to the floor, the silver tray clanging loudly as the harsh sound of metal echoes through the dining hall. Feyd’s eyes never leave his uncle’s as the Baron floats from his seat, and turns to leave for his nightly bath.

At this point, Glossu had fled the scene, leaving Feyd with the corpse of the servant he had slain just a moment before. He stares down at his reflection in the pool of blood. He walks around the body and storms to his room with haste. Upon entering the room, sure enough his things have been packed. Hanging on the wall for him is a dark blue robe to wear over his clothes tomorrow, something from his betrothed’s home no doubt. He holds the soft fabric in his hands; it is not smooth like silk, but instead feels like a light linen. Feyd feels the back of his calves hit the frame as he ungraciously falls back onto his bed. Marriage. Marriage is something that is never for love in this world, only for political benefits and continuing/creating powerful bloodlines. Marriage is for show, to tell people not to mess with your tribes. Marriage is for children, something that he will begrudgingly have to participate in. He does not want this.

He tries to imagine the woman he is going to marry. He imagines her ugly, so it would be easy to ignore her. Maybe she is mean and rude, or maybe she will just cower in his presence, something Feyd is used to on a daily basis. He sighs, turning on his side as he starts to drift into a dreamless sleep.

But then, he dreams of you.

He sees you clearly, you’re sitting next to him on a blanket in a green field. Feyd doesn’t think he has ever seen this color before, it is bright and vibrant and sways in a warm breeze. Your hair is braided back and moves gently as you point to something. He cannot follow your gaze, he is only fixated on you. As you turn to face him, your smile is the only thing he sees before he is awoken by loud knocking.

Feyd startles out of bed and opens the door in a rush to see his brother. Glossu stands tall and alert, looking his younger brother up and down rather curiously.

“I’m here to make sure you are awake. You’re departing in an hour. The guards are on the way,” he announces. Feyd seems to glare into his soul before slamming the door shut in his brother’s face. He leans against the door and lets out a frustrated sigh.

The departure from Geidi Prime happens in a blur. Feyd is silent in his goodbyes, the Baron explains that while traditionally the woman comes to the man’s home, he is to travel there for an extended time as per their customs. He grinds his teeth as his uncle bores on and on about the planet. It is luscious, beautiful green grass and vast oceans to explore, the exact opposite of his home. By the time Feyd reaches the transport, he’s grateful that he doesn’t have to listen anymore. He relishes in the silence for the time being, as he’s sure he won’t be getting much once he reaches his destination.

True to his uncle’s word, the planet is breathtaking. Feyd steps off the carrier and is almost speechless at the scenery before him. It’s a small bluff on the coast of the ocean, the color similar to the robe he was given. The sand under his feet brings him some small bit of comfort as the sea breeze hits his nose. It’s salty and cool, something he is not accustomed to and he immediately feels out of place. Further solidifying this feeling, two people come out of a nearby gazebo to greet him. Their clothes are a soft purple linen, a similar material to Feyd’s welcoming robe. There is an older man, his hair graying on the sides and a thick mustache under his nose. The person next to the man is wearing a hood or veil, so it is impossible to see their features. The man steps forward a few paces, his skin is slightly wrinkled and tan, but he has a warm smile as he holds his arms out wide.

“Na-Baron Feyd Rautha-Harkonnen, it is an honor to have you here on Lernaeus. I am Lord Alfor Linneus, and this is my daughter, Y/N.”

He watches as you remove your hood and grace him with your elegant features. He is awestruck as you look up at him, wide doe eyes and such soft features. You are nothing like what he envisioned in his head; you do not cower before him, but rather you smile. It is a genuine smile and he has never seen anything like it before.

“Na-Baron, it is an honor to meet you,” you profess to him.

He is doomed.

#Not Canon Compliant #arranged marriage #dune 2 #dune movie #dune part two #feyd x reader #feyd rautha #feyd x you #feyd rautha harkonnen #dune fanfiction #minor gore #blood #This WILL get spicy #Smut #Sin #Tags will update

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deiaiko · 6 months

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#17.2 Auri

Shibisu was beat. His match with Agni must have been the lamest out of everyone. He couldn't land a single blow on him no matter how hard he tried. All the while knowing that Agni was going easy on him. Still, Agni offered him an outstretched hand and pulled him up to his wobbly feet.

"You did your best," Agni smiled encouragingly. It was an odd look on him, since he looked a lot like Khun, and Khun wouldn't have smiled like that. At least never at him. "But there is still a lot to work on with those blind spots."

Shibisu knew. But he wasn't built for agility, especially with his low shinsu tolerance. Each time they ascended another floor, it took him some time to get used to moving quickly again.

"I have something for you." Agni pulled him out of his thoughts. He opened his palm. "Give me your hand."

Shibisu complied and mirrored Agni's example. In return, Agni placed something in his palm.

"What is this?"

"It's special fish food. Hold it like this and just relax, ok?" Agni instructed as he repositioned Shibisu's arm so it was fully outstretched, palm flat.

Before Shibisu could ask, Agni had called one of his hidden lighthouses. He whistled and a fish swam out from it. It was about an arm’s length and very fast. Its color was also quite muted; he would have missed it had he not been paying attention.

"This is Auri." Agni introduced as the fish swam around him and preened under his touch. "She's a domesticated electric eel, capable of stunning D-ranks and killing E-ranks. Her species is loyal and territorial, but they can be very timid otherwise. I want you to take care of her one day."

"What?!" Shibisu whisper-shouted through gritted teeth, afraid that he would startle the fish. "Didn't you just say that she's dangerous?"

"She can protect you." Agni pried his fist open and led him to stretch his arm out again. "Just give her this and she'll know that you're a friend."

Shibisu held his breath when the fish swam close, trying his best to not flinch or take another step back when it opened its jaw, displaying rows of needle sharp teeth that could definitely shred his flesh. Yet his fear never happened, and the fish was surprisingly docile when it nibbled on the pellet.

Despite his initial fear, he could see its appeal. It was affectionate and gentle. Granted, he always had a soft spot for cute things, even if they might be dangerous. Case in point: his team.

Shibisu tried to move his arm a little, since he was no longer as tense, but the sudden move startled the fish, and it suddenly vanished into thin air. Shibisu looked around and found nothing.

Noticing his confusion, Agni explained, "As I said, her species is very timid. They have the ability to conceal themselves with shinsu, so they can be hard to detect without observers."

The fish reappeared behind Agni, swimming near his shoulders, "Ah, there you are." Agni flicked his fingers and pointed to the lighthouse; the fish obediently swam back inside. "I will bring her again the next time we meet, so she can get used to this team."

Shibisu could only nod, knowing that refusal wasn't an option.

Agni walked away and clapped his hands to get the whole team's attention, "That's a wrap for today. A shame no one won my bet, but I hope you learnt something from this."

Endorsi clicked her tongue, "Show off."

Agni ignored her entirely, but his stance was never unguarded, ready to leap in case of sudden attack. Was every Khun raised like that?

"Hm, one more thing…" Agni walked up to Rak. "Crocodile, come with me for a moment."

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iconsumethesoulsofthedamned · 2 months

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Me when I cook.

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anonymous-eggys-gone-feral · 11 months

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Just the Two of Us (Part 1)

You drag Nicky to the private hot tub for some fun, but Nicky has other plans for what fun means tonight…

word count: 1,965

warnings: a bit o' biting, implied desire to receive oral

Reader is Gender-neutral! (they/them pronouns)

This is an NSFW fic! Be responsible and respectful of my boundaries!!! (check pinned post on my blog)

Tonight is a night you just can not fall asleep. Every now and then this happens. you lay there all cozy, but your brain and body both still have so much energy.

It's certainly not a terrible energy, but it's not exactly pleasant to lay there all bored either. you could read a book or work on any of the other many hobbies you've picked up in all the time you have……or you could drag Nicky to the private hot tub under the disguise of needing to relax in it and jump him when he's least expecting it and turn it into a funny midnight wrestling match. Yes.

With your perfectly mischievous plan in place, you turn to face a peaceful Nicky, who has his arm lazily wrapped around your waist. Okay, maybe only if he's awake enough and gives a confident yes…

As you're contemplating how terrible it would be to drag such a beautifully relaxed angel out of bed in the middle of the night, his eyes sleepily open and his grip on your waist tightens to pull you closer.

"Somethin' on my face, love?" he mumbles, his voice vibrating deeply in his chest. He presses a soft tired kiss to your lips, which you gladly return.

"Just those same two gorgeous moles that I always want to kiss. But, uh," it's now or suffer even more boredom.

"Yes?" Nicky urges you to continue, giving his full attention.

"I can't sleep. If you wanted to… maybe we could relax in our private hot tub area under the stars?"

"relax there? not here in bed?" He questions.

Shoot he must be onto you already. "I- I just mean maybe a change of scenery with the nice water would help me relax and fall asleep easier, but we don't have to," you quickly backpedal.

Nicky lets out an affectionate chuckle as he sits up, rubbing your side gently. "You are awful wound up tonight, huh. Since when have I said no to relaxin' there with you, anyway? my votes on 'let's do it', toots."

With the first step of your plan in place you excitedly hop up immediately, tossing the covers over without a care for remaking the bed. "I'll grab towels!"

"Don't bother, my love. I made sure anything we'll ever need will be there for us whenever we need it," Nicky says, his amusement at your reaction very clear.

"Perfect." With that out of the way, you grab Nicky's hand and drag him down the hallways of the house and outside, both of you giggling like you two had only been together for a month and were being devious, despite being married.

When you arrive at the private grotto, you begin searching for bathing suits.

"What're you looking for?" Nicky asks as he removes his shirt, revealing his hypnotizingly gorgeous chest and stomach.

"Bathing suits? You said everything we needed would be here," you answer.

Nicky gives you a sly smirk and raises an eyebrow while smoothly saying "We don't need no bathing suits if it's just the two of us, do we?"

His response makes you grin as you remember him saying something similar the day before you had married him. "I suppose not, Nicholas." you lovingly roll your eyes as you begin stripping.

You pause for a moment to glance behind you to see what progress Nicky has made with his undressing. Much to your joy, he's neatly folding his clothes and your eyes land on his bare butt. That beautiful divine butt that you could stare at forever. It had to be the most perfectly shaped butt you've ever had the privilege of seein-

"Distracted by something, darling?"

You slowly raise your eyes to meet his highly amused face. You can't even think of a sly comeback, nor can you think of a lie. So you respond with a blunt, "You have a nice ass," before turning away to continue taking off your clothes. This earns a hardy laugh from Nicky that echoes in the room as you hear his feet hit the floor as he saunters over to you.

His hands meet your waist as he presses a kiss to your neck. "Need help?"

You melt inside as you tilt your head to the side in hopes that his lips will linger there for just a little while longer. "I certainly wouldn't mind."

He seems to get the message and indulges, hugging your waist closer and pressing more kisses to your neck. You let out a breathy sigh that turns into a moan as his kisses turn to nibbles.

His kisses travel to your back and down further as he lowers himself to remove your pants and undergarment slowly, gently.

God, forget playing games, this haze of lovely contrasting energy between his bitey kisses on your hips and the gentle way he runs his hands up and down your thighs is all you need now. You can't stop yourself from imagining all the ways his mouth could caress more of your body… all the ways his tongue could touch and tease and suck you. Just the thought makes you more than weak as another moan escapes your lips.

And as soon as you think your legs will turn to pure jelly and you're thoroughly hot and bothered, he suddenly stops and sweeps you off your feet to carry you like royalty.

"Wh- Nicky? Why'd you stop?" You whine as you wrap your arms around his neck.

"I thought the goal was to relax you in the water, not wind you up even more?" Nicky teases as he walks you both to the tub, gently lowering you in.

The water was absolutely perfect as it washed over your bare body. Not too hot, not too cold, but not lukewarm either. Perfectly warm.

The way the reflection of the dimly lit water reflected on the walls and gave way to stars and the gorgeous moon high above you both was utterly perfect. And the way all those elements looked resting on your beloved's face as he lovingly relaxed with you in his arms. It only made you want him more.

Joking around is long forgotten as you shift to straddle his waist and raise a hand out of the water to guide his face, his soft lips, closer to yours. "I'm already wound up, my love, too late. But perhaps you could help tire me out?" you practically whisper pleadingly.

In this close proximity you can feel exactly how that action and those words affected him. His member twitches against your leg as he amorously gazes at you. He gives in and mumbles "I'd love to please you, gorgeous."

His lips meet yours and the gratification of giving in to desire is immediate and mind scattering.

The kisses start out soft, gentle, slow. Quickly enough, they turn hungrier and more desperate. Nicky bites at your bottom lip as if desperate to get closer and closer as you deepen the kiss, allowing his tongue to meet yours.

You throw one arm around his neck and bury your other hand in his hair, pressing your chest against his. In response he grips your waist and pulls you flush against him. Flush against his hard warm member that has practically come to life at this point.

This only increases your mounting frustration, which comes to a peak when Nicky pulls away from your already swelling lips to begin pressing sucking bitey kisses to your shoulders and neck. The type that you can already tell are gonna leave beautiful marks for you to gaze upon in the morning.

Your hips shift and buck as you rub against him for any sort of friction to relieve the pressure building inside of your stomach. You let out a groan of pleasure as you feel your sex make contact with his and suddenly your thoughts are flooded with the need for more, more.

As much as you want him inside of you right this moment, as much as you want to wrap your thighs around his waist while he thrusts into you, you know that'd be a bit… too difficult in water.

And Nicky seems to feel and know this too, letting out a moan of his own and shifting his hips to rub against you before lifting you up and setting you on the edge of the pool in a hesitant manner.

"Lemme grab some things we need real fast, my love," he practically growls against your throat as he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your lips before pulling away and swiftly heading to grab things.

"Would you like help?" you chuckle.

"Maybe spread this towel out beneath you? It'll make you a hell of a lot more comfortable" Nicky responds as he shoots a wink at you while tossing a towel at you.

You catch it somehow despite the low lighting and unfold the large plush towel. It might as well be a blanket, honestly. It's perfect for this. As you're settling yourself on it, Nicky comes back over with a bottle of lube and a condom in hand.

"May I?" You ask, gesturing for the condom. As he lowers himself to his knees in front of you, he gladly hands it over.

"As long as I get to do part two," he says confidently as you carefully open the condom package.

"You can direct the entire scene for all I care, I'm all yours, Nicholas."

You take the moment to take in the way his wet body looks in the moonlight. the way the water reflections shift and glimmer on all the right parts of him. The way his hip bone glows and shining moonlit water droplets roll down his thick chest and stomach, all the way down to his- you get the deal.

He may as well be a god in this moment. A god you'd let consume you if it was his wish or whim to do so. He would never be such a god, but the sentiment is still there. In all the power and control he has, he still falls to his knees when faced with his love and desire for you. Nothing makes him lose control more than just the image of your body entertwined with his, in pure pleasure. And tonight, you want nothing more than to make him fully lose control.

Nicky seems to revel in your attention as if he could read your thoughts while you rise to your knees and reach forward to tip his chin towards you. He lowers his lips to yours to meet in a long passionate kiss while you skillfully slip the condom on him, silently begging your usually clumsy hands to be steady and pleasurable.

And pleasurable they are. you shift the hand at his chin and drag your fingers lightly down his chest and stomach, settling it on his hip. The way you touch him sends a shiver through his body, much to your satisfaction. You use the leverage to tug him closer, all while stroking his hard excitement in the way you've learned earns you the most moans and drives him insane. Gentle palm rub at the tip, all encompassing around the shaft all the way down and back up. and repeat. not too hard and not too soft with your touch to tease him to lose his mind.

Nicky almost vibrates beneath your methodical calculated touch as he lets out a groan.

"You really know how to drive me crazy, love. You know that?" He moans out.

"I absolutely do, Nicky. Do you have anything else to say about it?"

Nicky gives you a devious smirk despite how flushed his face is as he answers, "I say it's time for part two."

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a/n: tee hee sorry yall. part two will be coming out soon enough! Just thought y'all would want this in the meantime :) i will be linking part two here as well when i finish it and post it!

#enjoy part onnnnne its spicy as is but the main show is comin up #fictif nicky #fictif nicky valentino #fictif tatw #fictif two against the world #nicky fictif #nicky tatw #nicky valentino #nicky valentino fictif #fictif fanfic #nicky valentino smut #nicky valentino x reader #madebyeggy

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blonde-and-cat-suc · 5 months

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If Adora and Catra both did crap to hurt each other then why do I never see comics abt Adora feeling like crap and feeling bad for hurting Catra

#salt salt salt #old draft post that i had stewing in here #even fandom knows. they KNOW. that c//a is not an equal relatioship.#equal c//a would have these two ALWAYS arguing back and forth with each other about things from the past. possibly working them out togethe #equal c//a FANON would naturally reflect this following that same logic #so why is it when we see the premises of “Adora has to apologize to Catra now” its the same tired old...#“Im sorry i left you in the Horde”#and nothing else.#“im sorry that your feelings were hurt and im sorry that you had no influence over me at that time... Im sorry that you're STILL mad at me”#she's not apologizing over something that she is genuinely sorry about #she's apologizing in these fanon works as a means to placate catra (and fans' warped reality of what this relationship actually is)#it's a shitty vaguely disguised way to “equalize” c//a and make it so that they BOTH look like awful people #when obviously this is not the case because the narrative itself doesn't think Adora is wrong for leaving the Horde!#even if these two were “equally bad” to each other. why ship them then. really. seriously. i get the rhetoric of “ooh toxic spicy ship” but #if they're really SO “toxic and spicy” where is the part where they're BOTH toxic? BOTH bad for each other?#it's not a toxic relationship if ONE side is toxic. thats called an abusive relationship. anyway. im done now. good night.#whoops! tag rant

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fireofjudgement · 1 year

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High&low characters when they're too big for you

Warnings: this content is strictly 18+, minors do not fucking interact or you'll get blocked on sight, f!reader

Rocky:

Years ago Rocky promised himself that he would protect all women, even if he'd die doing so. Especially the one woman he loved the most. The one that made his life meaningful. You.

You knew him and you knew about his resolution, you admired his values and his dedication, though you did find it amusing sometimes how far he was willing to go with it.

"Rocky, you don't have to protect me from yourself. I already feel safe with you." Your words were met with silence, but you knew he appreciated them, you could see it in his eyes. You didn't want him to baby you, to treat you like a fragile object he could easily break if he wasn't careful enough.

If anything, you wanted him to break you. To make you his. So eager to finally show him how much you love him, how safe and comfortable you feel around him, you didn't want to wait any longer. Even if it would be painful at first.

You couldn't help but smile at his worried expression when you winced in discomfort, slowly trying to relax around him. Taking his hands in yours, you silently let him know everything is okay, hoping he would let go and enjoy the moment you'd both been waiting for.

Murayama:

"Hey there, slow down a little! What's the rush?" You giggled against his lips, between one deep, passionate kiss and another. You found Murayama's excitement adorable, you really did, but this time you needed him to take things slow.

"I'm sorry!" He pouted, immediately lighting up again when he felt your lips on his again. It took all his strength not to pull you even closer, melt your bodies into one, but he knew he had to be patient. "I just really want you. All of you."

Oh, how you wanted him too. You've never felt this way with any other man, and you've never gone to bed with anyone so soon, but you just couldn't help yourself. There was something about Murayama that was drawing you towards him. Something different than his impressive dick, although you couldn't complain about that either.

He barely gave you time to think about anything though, covering every inch of your body with kisses, biting and nibbling your skin where he knew it was the most sensitive, all of this attention driving you insane. You didn't know how far you'd go that evening, but you were happy you got to do it all with him.

Smoky:

"What is it?" "Nothing..you just look so fucking beautiful right now."

You really wanted to tease him, ask him if you don't always look beautiful, but you stopped yourself, the serious look on his face slightly intimidating.

If you didn't know better you'd almost think he wasn't enjoying himself, but you knew Smoky and you knew he was a master at controlling himself, especially if he knew that losing control might hurt you. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he ever caused you any pain.

That's why you went a long time without your relationship escalating in a physical way. Every time you tried he'd withdraw immediately if he saw even the slightest sign of discomfort or pain on your face. That's why you didn't want to tease him, it took a lot of convincing to even come this far. You didn't want to lose the progress you've made.

Scared of pushing him back, you stayed silent. Slowly testing the waters, you covered his lips with yours, hands massaging his body, trying to help him relax. He must have gotten the hint because, for the first time since you got together, he didn't stop you when you started taking his clothes off. Instead, he hesitantly returned your gestures. It didn't seem like much, but to you it was a small victory.

Ice:

"Oh, it's just too much for you, isn't it? Poor baby, you're not used to being so full."

You didn't know what turned you on more, the sight of your boyfriend on top of you, covering your body with his and never breaking eye contact, or his fake pity voice, whispering the dirtiest things in your ear with this sickeningly sweet tone.

Or maybe it was the fact that despite his attitude, you knew you were safe with him. He would never hurt you on purpose. He might have been mean sometimes but you'd lie if you said you weren't into it. He always knew how to make your brain short-circuit within seconds, with just a few right words.

"That's right..fuck, you look so good taking all of me." At that moment you wished you could just pull him close, make him take you faster, but with the restraints keeping both of your arms pinned above your head, it was pretty much impossible. Asking him to just fuck you wouldn't work either - you knew he'd just pull away completely and tease you for hours instead. You learned that lesson the hard way.

And so you submitted to him, allowing him to take control over your body and mind, his hands roaming, warming you up. It was difficult to just lay back and relax, the amount of sensations he was providing was overwhelming, but you tried to focus on the pleasure instead of the pain, and soon the room was filled with your soft moans and whimpers.

#high&low #high and low #high and low the movie #high and low x reader #high&low headcannons #can you tell yet that i love doing these lmao #I'll probably do a part two of this with more characters #and yes odajima will be there obviously #and i know these aren't as spicy as they could be but it's mostly a practice for writing really short things #if anyone wants more they can always send a request

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phoenixtakaramono · 5 months

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SUGAR BABY AU THREADFIC - PART III

(You can read the rest of the threadfic update here!)

Keep in mind, all of my AU Butchlander threadfics on Twitter are the unpolished first draft versions of what'll eventually be polished up into long fics on AO3 under the Shock and Awe series. So you may regard this threadfic as an experimental first prototype and exclusive preview whose contents may or may not be changed in the future final draft version. We’re just loosely playing around with ideas and concepts for now!

If you don't have a Twitter account, screenshots are provided below the line break so you can read this update on Tumblr as well:

TBC

(A/N) - Notice how the Evian bottled water mentioned earlier finally serves its purpose here? And peep at the mention of Billy's bare wrist—when it'd been mentioned he'd been wearing a Rolex watch prior when he'd entered Homelander's penthouse. :) The watch will come into play later; a classic underhanded CIA tactic to orchestrate a second meeting with the target.

Cut Content: Mirrorlander almost made an appearance in this update, where HL would see his own reflection approaching Billy's reflection in his mirrored bedroom...and being all handsy and just, in general, kinda creepy about it, haha. Reason why it was cut: pacing. It's also very similar to what'll show up in Truce ch4 and I didn't want to essentially rehash the same desperate obsession and tense introspection here, especially this early into this threadfic.

(The spicy 🔞 Part II 🔞 can be read here!)

If you are following along on Twitter, do let me know if you can't see the thread. 🙏 This is an ongoing experiment to see if continuing writing 🔞 threadfics is still feasible without getting sh@dowb@nned again.

#butchlander #homelander #billy butcher #billy butcher x homelander #the boys #the boys tv #sugar baby au threadfic #part 4 might get a little spicy again (I ran outta space so I'm splitting part 3 into two parts)#if this'd been written in Billy's POV instead of HL's it's totally full of tension & espionage and less rose-tinted romance haha #we're almost there to HL propositioning Billy into becoming his sugar d@ddy (like something right outta 'Pretty Woman')

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Byler is sooooo good like childhood best friends?? Would do nearly anything for each other? Extreme pining?? Phenomenal. it makes me crazy. but also. Also. Unrequited Byler. For Mike.

Consider, season four fix it everything is mostly fine back in Hawkins, and Will is finally like "I can't keep doing this to myself. I have to have some self respect!!" And Jonathan and Argyle are like yes!! Yes little man!! Do it! We love you! You do what is best for you!!

So Will starts the slow process of Getting Over Mike. It's hard, because they're friends, and all their friends are friends, but worth it. He's tied so much of himself up into Mike that it hurts to disentangle from him, but he does it. Slowly.

Over the summer of '86, with the upside down actually gone and collapsed, Will gains more confidence in himself, more relaxed and self assured, not second guessing everything he does.

The rest of the party is thrilled to see him, to have him back, and even if he's stiff around Mike, they figure it's because Mike and El broke up (or, well, El broke up with Mike because he couldn't say he loved her, and that he was obviously hurting Will, and a great number of other things) and El is Will's sister. Dustin and Lucas fight over who gets to introduce Will to Eddie and are both beaten by Steve who walks in, Eddie on his heels and goes "hey will! This is Eddie, he's a GN or whatever too." With a smile. (Dustin shrieks to correct him but Will sees the smile Steve has and suspects he knows what he's doing.)

So the summer goes, the boys play dnd and talk about girlfriends or lack thereof, and Will barely squirms when he thinks about how he doesn't want one. Jonathan said it was ok. That he'd love him always and that his friends would too, but it's scary. It's always going to be a bit scary, he thinks.

And Will notices things. He notices how, when Jonathan reassures him it'll be fine, his eyes catch on Argyle smiling and nodding along to something Steve is saying. How Argyle always grins a bit too wide when he spots Jon enter a room, a bit too dopey; how their fingers graze against each other.

He notices how Eddie doesn't really mention girls; how Jeff doesn't talk about anyone really. How Steve will smirk at Robin and gently nudge her sometimes and she'll splutter and laugh; how Eddie and Steve will grin and tease and lean into each other's spaces and lean away again blushing but not awkward.

He refuses to notice Mike.

Of course, everybody notices when something shifts between Eddie and Steve, how they start to slot together easily, less blushing. How, when Dustin is asking Steve why he and Robin still aren't dating, Steve shrugs and says "because I'm dating Eddie."

Will notices how Jonathan's eyes go wide, and he looks like he wants to ask a question but doesn't. Mike, however, does.

"so, like, you were faking the whole time?"

And Steve raises a singular eyebrow and explains that for him, someone's gender was never really part of the equation of whether he liked them or not. He was just kinda slow on the uptake that that isn't the case for everyone. How sometimes for some people it does matter, but they like boys and girls and people not either of those (which Will didn't know you could be, inbetween or outside of boy and girl.) He wasn't faking. He liked Nancy Wheeler and he liked those other girls and he likes Eddie.

Then Will notices Argyle nodding and smiling, Jonathan gaping a little bit, brows scrunched together, Nancy chewing her lip. He decides to leave that.

Nothing actually changes because of the revelation, just that now the Party knows. Or. Nothing changes in regards to Steve and Eddie. Jonathan and Argyle, it seems, do plan on changing. Will comes home one day to find Argyle sitting on the counter holding Jon's face tenderly, pecking kisses around his face. He walks out the door and stomps noisily up the steps to give them a chance.

And slowly Will notices that it doesn't hurt, not anymore, being around Mike. Doesn't make his chest ache with longing or his stomach turn.

He thinks he'll always love Mike, in a special way, in the way Steve once told him he still loved Nancy. That special place a first love that broke your heart burrowed but you wouldn't change it because it was important to you. Helped you grow. Steve said that no love is wasted, even if it didn't last in the way you expected it to. He said it with a smile, that day. That Maybe it ends or maybe it fizzles or maybe it just changes into some other kind of love. And that's good too.

When Steve talks like that, Will wonders when he got so wise, and then wonders when he himself got so wise. A side effect, perhaps, of getting your heart broken by a Wheeler.

Will doesn't think he's actually in love with Mike anymore. And that's good.

He tells Jon first. That he thinks he and Mike can be friends, that he wants them to be friends, that it doesn't really hurt as much anymore, to hear Mike complain about girls. Jon hugs him. Tells him he's proud of him. Tells him he's so strong and brave and is growing up so much.

Will hangs out with the party and just. Sorta tells them one day that he's gay. He never actually said the words before, because Jonathan just knew, but it's a sort of thrilling experience, how he'd imagine skydiving to be. El smiles and holds his hand. Lucas and Dustin smile and clamber to hug him, thanking him for telling them and trusting them and that they're so happy for him. Robin highfives him, welcomes him to the club. Eddie ruffles his hair and smiles. Steve just says "good job figuring yourself out, little man!" And Will laughs.

Mike just stares.

It hurts, but not as much as it would have six, four, or even a month ago. Will shrugs it off as they get on with their plans for the day.

And then, somehow, it's been a year since they beat vecna, and El is happier than she's ever been. Will is too. They can both say they are completely over Mike Wheeler.

Will is glad, because both of them have had too much stress for their whole lives. One day, in the Hopper-Byers livingroom, as they all do their own thing and bask in each other's company, she tells Hopper she thinks she's like Steve. Hop just looks at her blankly, Will and Joyce and Jonathan watching, and she shakes her head, saying "I am not always a girl and not always a boy and not always either. I do not care if the person I like is a boy or a girl or like me. It is nice to just be. To wear fun clothes that are comfy and to like someone who likes me. That is how I am like Steve."

And oh. That makes sense. It makes sense for El and it makes sense for Steve. Will gets why Steve carefully said 'boys and girls and people not either or both' when he came out. It makes something warm bloom in Will's chest that someone would be careful like that, for someone else's sake, even if they weren't sure, if it was just in case. Makes him so happy that El has someone like her, because he knows how lonely it is being different and she has already been different most of her life.

El tells the party the next day, the same exact way. She grins at Steve, who is smiling through tears, and thanks him for explaining it to her. Dustin, once again, nearly tackles her in a hug, stopped only by Max's crutches as she heaves El into a spin, kissing her cheek. Mike thanks her for telling them.

So it goes, sophomore year bleeding into junior year, all the petty dramas of highschool overshadowing what happened in the upsidedown. Robin and Eddie and Steve follow Jonathan and Argyle to Chicago, Nancy meeting them when she's finished school, and tell the Party to call. At the send off, Robin wraps Will in a tight hug, whispering that she gets it, gets knowing without having the words to talk about it. How she's proud of her little buddy and he'd better give her all the gossip about the party, as though Max isn't taking diligent notes to share with her.

Will stands beside Mike, leaning against him, as they watch Dustin and Steve sob into each other's shoulder, and is happy they're friends.

A few weeks after, in October, Mike starts acting really weird

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