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evilwrongdoer · 1 year

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bella ramsey x f!reader, they invite the reader onto the tlou set and introduce them to pedro

word count: 1,6k

I kinda went my own way with this one, hope you like it!

You were nearly buzzing with excitement.

The car was dark, the sun had yet to rise and the tinted windows just made it seem more like nighttime.

You understood though, riding in a car with a soon-to-be celebrity had its pros and cons.

Bella was staring out their window, fiddling with their rings as you stared in their direction, trying not to be too obvious.

She had invited you onto the set of a new upcoming series that she was playing in, "The last of us", a higly anticipated video game adaptation that was likely to give Bella a fair amount of fame.

You wondered if he was nervous. If the idea of gaining so many fans overnight scared them, or maybe excited them, like their mere presence did to you.

The two of you had known each other for a little over a year now, meeting at a small cast party one of your friends invited you to.

You had gotten lost, or rather, your friend had left you. You sipped reluctantly on your long island ice tea, which you regretted buying since your friend had disappeared and "drunk in a room full of strangers" wasn't exactly your idea of a fun night.

You sat at a high table in the corner of the club, fiddling with your straw and wishing you had just stayed home, when suddenly, a beautiful person sat next to you, and all of a sudden you were happy your friend had left you.

The two of you chatted for the rest of the party, and in talking to them you felt as if the whole world disappeared around you. He was absolutely mesmerising and he looked at you in a way no one ever had before. Despite your intense feelings towards them, you were too intoxicated to truly know if they felt the same, and too scared to do anything about it if they did, so the two of you became friends. No, more than that, best friends, and even though you wanted more than that, you decided a little Bella was better than no Bella.

After that, you were inseparable, hanging out at every chance you had, causing quite a few of Bella's friends to ship you.

A few weeks ago, Bella invited you to the set of the last of us. You were quite happy but never really thought it would happen as you didn't want to get in the way of him while he was at work.

Now, here you were, freezing your ass off somewhere on the outskirts of Alberta, Canada.

They were set to film parts of episode three today, and you really hoped you'd get to see Bella act in some scenes.

You watched as they set up cameras, lights, and most importantly, the snack table.

You and Bella hadn't really talked that morning, apart from the odd weather comment and loose small talk. You figured it was because of the cold, or the fact that she wasn't really a morning person, but some part of you knew that wasn't really true.

The two of you got to talking more as they got into costume, and you even got to meet one of his co-stars.

"Okay, would you rather live as a whale for a year or.... live as a horse for 6 months?" You questioned, looking at Bella with wide eyes as a make-up artist painted blood and dirt onto her face.

You sat backwards in a crappy plastic foldout chair, now in a trailer as Bella got ready for filming.

"As a horse, duh, it's half the time," He replied, looking straight forward into the mirror as to not disturb the artist's work.

"Yeah but like, horses are like super weak, if you break your leg or something they'll shoot you straight in the head," You gestured as the make-up artist looked at you confused.

"Ah! Don't say that, we're literally supposed to be on horses in a few weeks!" They grimaced, fearing for the horses.

"I never took you for a horse lover," you shrugged, folding your arms under your neck and watching as Bella's make-up came to life on her face, "Same though, I have thalassophobia,"

You stared directly at Bella now, knowing that you could say you were "looking at the make-up" or "just thinking about stuff" if they asked you about it later.

You watched as she messed with her cuticles or bit her cheek, and again took to wondering what was going through her head.

After she finished getting ready, the two of you walked quietly onto set, where you just so happened to stumble upon one of Bella's co-stars.

Pedro Pascal.

You wanted to scream. To just drop dead right then and there. But that would be all too embarrassing. You had been a fan of him since you saw your first movie, and you even had a crush on him when you were younger.

He wasn't as intimidating as you thought he'd be, although that's probably because he looks 6'3 but he's really 5'11.

Bella smiled warmly at him, differently from how she smiled at you. You wondered whether that was a good thing or not.

"Pedro! This is my... friend that i told you about!" Bella spoke, happiness filling their voice, and you threw a kind smile on your face, pretending as if you didn't hear them pause.

"Hi! y/n, right? I've heard so much about you!" Pedro gleamed, leaning in for a hug.

You hugged him tightly, something about him making you feel safe and at home. You finally understood why he played so many father figure roles.

You briefly introduced yourself to him and chatted a bit before letting the both of them leave to filming.

It took quite a few hours, with Bella getting a total of three breaks in which the two of you barely spoke, tension completely filling any room you were in together.

You planned to confront him about his cold behavior, at first feeling angry, and then later sad. You once again pondered the nature of the way they had been acting. Did she all of a sudden lose interest in you? Maybe they weren't feeling well? No, that couldn't be it, if they were feeling well enough to act, she was feeling well enough to not ignore you. Maybe something was up with him?

You let your thoughts drive you as you stared in one spot for what felt like eternity.

In the background of your thoughts you could faintly hear someone talking, something you chose to ignore, thinking it was just some far-away conversation.

"Hello? y/n? I asked you if you were ready to leave?" Someone spoke, trying to break you out of your haze.

A sharp snap in front of your face made you remember where you were again, and you now looked around as the staff was cleaning up things that you could've swore they'd just set up.

"Huh?" You looked up at Bella, blinking to make sure it was really them.

"There you are, what happened? I kept asking you if you were ready to leave and you just continued staring at the ground," Bella stared at you, their eyebrows furrowed in an emotion you couldn't place.

"Uh, yeah, sorry about that. Let's go." You quickly muttered, grabbing your bag and throwing away the now-stale cookie that you'd been holding for over 20 minutes.

"Well, lead the way?" You looked at Bella, waiting for her to start walking.

They stared at you and shook their head, then immediately began walking.

The two of you walked silently to the car, as you desperately tried to build up the courage to talk to her.

As you got in the car, you began,

"Hey, so, how come you've been so quiet today?" You asked Bella, putting on your seatbelt carefully.

"Oh I was just,-" They cleared their throat as if looking for an excuse "Tired, y'know?" She was looking into your eyes now, albeit reluctantly.

You tried to think of something to retort, although their excuse, true or not, seemed believable enough for you to let it go.

"Yeah, okay." You looked down, giving up on your now long gone plan of confrontation.

It's not like you knew what you were confronting them for anyway.

She was just being weird, and she'd been weirder before, it's not exactly like this was a first.

You were so deep into your thoughts that you almost forgot how close together you and Bella were sitting. So lost in your head you barely noticed your eyes slowly fluttering shut, or your head leaning onto Bella's shoulder as you slowly fell asleep.

Bella was blushing hard, the darkness in the car doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he was absolutely smitten by you.

Your breathing was soft and even as you unknowingly snuggled closer to Bella in your sleep.

They were frozen, sitting straight up like a statue with their eyes blown wide and their face red. She thanked god that the car ride home was fairly long, wishing you could stay like this forever. This was why he was being so weird, the more he spent time with you the more difficult it proved to talk to you without blushing or stuttering or just straight up freezing when you spoke.

You meant everything to her and they weren't about to let some stupid crush get in the way of your friendship.

Slowly, Bella got more and more comfortable until it came to the point where they no longer could keep their eyes open. She carefully lay her head on yours and fell asleep as well, the two of you now clinging to each other like velcro, not bothering to care about the driver, or the fact that you were in a car, or the fact that "Best friends" weren't usually that clingy.

Ok, this took way too long to write and I think you can CLEARLY tell how touch starved I am, but anyway, enjoy!

#tlou #bella ramsey #bella ramsey x reader #writing #fanfic requests #fanfiction #fanfic #pedro pascal #fluff #part 2?

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ormspryde · 1 year

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sarahrogersevans · 8 months

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Cna you write about a headcanon or story about chris evans meeting anti-social, reader who is a hairstylist for marvel and a few movies.

My Favorite Hair Stylist -Chris Evans shy anti social Hair Stylist! xreader headcanon

Summary: Chris meets Y/N and she is his hairstylist at marvel and for a few of his other movies and they get along real well

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of social anxiety, mentions of feeling shy

. Chris is getting ready for a marvel movie and sits down to have his hair done and Y/N comes in and says “hi there hun how are ya?” She smiles and focuses on his hair and Chris notices she’s shy and is real gentle with her

. Y/N compliments Chris on his acting and Chris blushed at how sweet she is towards him and he wants to protect this girl

. Later on a few months later Chris is working on a new movie and Y/N is his hair stylist again and she smiled and says “hi again stranger how are you?” Chris smiled at her and hugged her and said “hi Y/N I’m good I’m glad to see you how have you been sunshine?” She updates him on everything as she does his hair and he enjoys every moment with her and enjoys her company and Y/N feels the same and mentions how’s she’s shy but Chris let’s her know it’s ok

. Chris sticks with having Y/N as his hair stylist for his movies partly because he knows she does a wonderful job and he wants her to feel comfortable with him and they become close friends and Y/N comes out of her anti social shy shell over time and will talk with Chris more

. Chris comes in one day and sees Y/N and he knows she deals with anxiety sometimes and goes over to her and says “hey Y/N you know I just wanted to say you are my favorite I love how you do my hair but more importantly I’m glad to know you sweet heart and if you ever need anything let me know ok? I hope you’re doing ok.” Y/N smiles at Chris and says “thank you Chris! You are so sweet! I appreciate you.” Chris gets out some cash for a tip and says “here doll this is for you, you’ve earned it for your hard work.” She shakes her head and says “no no I can’t take that Chris it’s ok I don’t feel right about it.” Chris insists it’s alright and she takes it and she feels she has a crush on him but is too shy to admit and what she doesn’t know is Chris really likes her too

. Everytime Y/N does Chris’s hair for a movie Chris makes sure to hug her when he sees her and talks to her to make her feel more comfortable and would reassure she’s doing a good job

Hi honey! I’m sorry it’s short but I hope it’s close to what you were asking for 😊♥️xx

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davytheshark · 20 days

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Hey guys! I had a cool idea!

Comment any two Hatchetfield characters and I’ll write a little drabble about them!

(please I’m desperate)

#hatchetfield #hatchetfield universe #starkid #team starkid #tgwdlm #black friday #npmd #drabble requests #fanfic requests

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midnights-dragon · 26 days

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For who it may interest: currently working on a FORCED Duke of Hell!Crowley fic (a request by @moriarty4life, who has also been helping me to brainstorm some amazing angsty ideas!) that will be my next multi-chapter, I believe... 👀 and I wanted to give a brief sneak peek for what is to come!

That something passed over Crowley’s face again, and he opened his mouth to speak — but then there was that clawed hand again, squeezing down, and that murmur in his ear, and he shut it again. He shivered, almost unnoticeably, and anyone else wouldn’t be able to tell, but that had been Aziraphale’s best friend for six thousand years, and — He was in pain. He was in pain. (What were they doing to him?)

#<3 #my fic #my fanfic #personal #good omens fic #duke of hell crowley #fanfic requests #good omens fanfiction #good omens fandom #crowley good omens #aziraphale good omens #good omens s2 fix it

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my-dark-lord · 1 month

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To help drum up business for my fanfic commissions, I've been considering offering a day where I will take a single request, first come first serve, from some prompts that I will reblog.

#Polls #Fanfic Requests

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open-the-abscess · 2 months

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Master-list

I write x reader fanfictions for fun and post them on here. You'll find everything important about my blog here.

What I write for

Hazbin Hotel

My limitations

my limitations are pretty grey, depends on the context of what you request. If I don't feel comfortable doing it I just won't, request what you want. Yes I do nsfw requests

Fanfiction written

none yet

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heartbreak-sandwich · 5 months

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Lol silly request here so only if you want to but since you couldn't decorate I was wondering if you would like to write a short blurb of Billy and Steve decorating together. Maybe Steve sneaking out the mistletoe to lure Billy into a kiss. (Not that he would need to be lured in at all lol) only if you think you'd like to write this though!! No worries if not! 💙

This is GREAT, and I'm so in the mood for holiday fic themes, thank you sm Gin!!!💕

OKAY SO HERE'S MY LITTLE IMAGINE because this is too cute💕

They had almost finished decorating Hopper's cabin in the effort to get him into the holiday spirit. Since Hopper had been working longer shifts, they knew he wouldn't have the time, and they wanted El to have a magical Christmas this year after everything she had endured. They couldn't wait to surprise them both.

Billy stepped back from the golden-lit tree and studied the position of the star on top. He crinkled his brows and went back to adjusting it one more time while Steve huffed and puffed by the front door, clearly struggling with some greenery he was trying to hang along the doorframe.

"A little help here?" Steve finally griped. Billy smirked and approached Steve, but still made no effort to help him.

"What's the matter? Can't reach?" Billy's smirk bloomed into a bright smile as Steve looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes.

"I know what you want me to say, and you can forget it," Steve mumbled as he continued to struggle with the decor. Billy just crossed his arms and looked on while Steve tiptoed to try and get a better reach.

"You know what? Fine," Steve conceded. "You're taller than me, so could you please help me finish hanging this?" Billy chuckled and held up the greenery along the door frame so Steve could secure it with some pushpins. Billy knew he wasn't taller than Steve, but he liked to egg him on to say it anyway.

The both stepped back from the door, surveying the position of the...mistletoe?

Billy turned to Steve who was already looking at him with dreamy eyes and a face that had "got ya" written all over it.

"Like always," Billy drawled, stepping closer to Steve, circling an arm around his waist and pulling him close. "You've got me right where you want me, Harrington."

Steve grinned, very satisfied with himself, before leaning in, one hand lightly tousling into Billy's curls as he kissed him -- slow, sweet, and magical, just like it was supposed to be. Their warmth filled the small room as they basked in the glow of the holiday lights, relishing in slow motion kisses until Billy had something to say.

"You know, since we seem to be done here," he started, locking eyes with Steve and raising his eyebrows suggestively. "Why don't we move on to some...more rigorous extracurriculars?"

Steve laughed and rested his forehead on Billy's. "I thought you'd never ask," he replied, a mischievous gleam in his eye. I hope this is okay!!! I tried to make it kind of short and sweet, and I love the playful dynamic of them kind of picking on each other in good fun lol. Thank you so much for requesting this!! 💕

#thank u for the ask!!#ily gin💕#sando answers #fanfic requests #writing requests #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove x steve harrington #harringrove #harringrove christmas #holiday fics

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oneofafew · 9 days

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Okay, I have a weird request. What if F!MC tries to confess her feelings to Ominis, but he completely rejects her. Like, full stop. Gently, of course, he is a gentleman, but he tells her that he simply cannot return her feelings.

Oh my heart hurts already! The angst x

This took a turn. It’s still the outline but I figured he needed a good reason to turn her down. My stubborn boi.

And when I say short it’s SHORT but I love the concept and may expand on it later x

“Ominis can we talk?”

She’d found him sitting alone in the common room, it was late and everyone else had long gone to sleep it wasn’t unusual to find the blind boy awake during the late hours, he relished in the silence and tranquility the night brought

Ominis raised his head turning in the direction of her voice a small smile tugging at his lips, he nodded “Of course” he replied shifting over on the sofa for her to sit beside him “what’s on your mind?” He asked once she’d sat down, he could feel the nervous energy radiating off of her

Silence. He could practically hear the gears turning in her brain as she formulated her next words, he waited ever the embodiment of patience and grace

“I … I think I’m falling for you” she said her voice barley a whisper, her gaze firmly planted on her hands in her lap, the longer the silence grew the larger the lump in her throat became, the butterflies in her stomach seemed to multiply with each passing second

His brow furrowed for a moment as he contemplated her words, he looked almost pained as he rested a hand on her knee sending the butterflies in her stomach into a frenzy once again, he let out a sigh and spoke his voice wavering slightly

“I’m sorry … I can’t … I can’t reciprocate your feelings”

Her head spun as she felt the proverbial rug tugged roughly from under her she shifted in her seat her eyes raking over his now stoic face searching for answers, for any further explanation she opened her mouth to respond but he seemed to sense it and spoke first

“It’s not you, you’re wonderful, you’re truly something special…it’s my family … it’s complicated”

She stared at him for a moment the tears that welled in her eyes threatening to break free any moment, his voice so gentle and calm only served to highten the blow of his rejection

“I don’t care about them! I can look after myself Ominis!”

Ominis shook his head withdrawing his hand from her knee this time swallowing before he rose to his feet she found herself swiftly following her hand reaching for his

“Please Ominis”

He froze for a moment before turning back in her direction, she was momentarily glad he couldn’t see the tears rolling down her cheeks and started when he raised his hand from her grip and brushed a tear from her cheek in an all too gentle caress that make her nauseas for all the wrong reasons

“I made a Promise to myself and I’ve got to keep it - I will never take a lover, I’ll never marry and I certainly won’t ever have children, my family line will die with me and I refuse drag anyone else into it” his voice was clipped as though he’d rehearsed the line many times over and still it pained him to say it out loud

“I would be a fool to lead you along just to spare your feelings now, when I see no future for us, I won’t destroy our friendship for something that can never be”

They stood in silence for a moment as his words washed over her, she wasn’t sure why but she could feel heat rising in her cheeks a subtle anger or frustration bubbling beneath the surface she bit back a retort her fists clenching at her sides

“I’m not asking -“ she started but Ominis held up his hand silencing her almost instantly, before she could truly work herself up

“No you’re not listening to me, I will not engage in this discussion further, I’m sorry. ”

With that he turned and she stood frozen to the spot as she watched the boy she loved walk away from her his figure blurred through her tears her stomach twisting and legs threatening to turn to jelly right under her as she collapsed back onto the sofa wiping furiously at her eyes.

Ominis lay awake in his bed the curtains drawn around him his heart hammering in his chest so furiously he thought it would break free of his rib cage as he thought of the possibilities.

No.

He couldn’t.

He wouldn’t.

She deserved so much more.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #fanfic #fanfic requests

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bimb0fy · 5 months

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OKAY SO I FINSIHED ONE PIECE THE LIVE ACTION N ITS SO GOOD AGHHHHHH I NEED REQUESTS ASAP (ESPECIALLY A PARTICULAR BOY IN A STRAW HAT!) PLEASE REQUEST AWAY POOKIES

#one piece live action #one piece #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #nami #vinsmoke sanji #ussop #x reader #fanfic requests #fyp

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daddyhausen · 2 years

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Hi I requested Demon King Finn Balor absolutely dominating and RECKING his submissive cute thicc girlfriend

i spent three days writing this my god! hope you enjoy !

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• in this hell you are my paradise — finn balor •

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{ masterlists } | { wwe masterlist } | { finn balor masterlist }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, fem!reader, plus size reader, demon!balor, reader x demon, body shaming / fat shaming, body dysmorphia, description of injury/death/murder, body worship, oral sex { female receiving }, restraints, overstimulation, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, squirting, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, internal cumshots/creampie, cockwarming

{ word count } — 2.8k

{ genre } — smut/fantasy

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{ taglist } — @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @thebestintheworld @chrisdickinson @cuzimacomedian @wardlow @sammiejane22 @april-jeanette-wagner

{ comment if you want to be added to the taglist }

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the throne room lined with hundreds, if not thousands of his spectators, all bowed their head submissively to their king, whom sat perched upon his throne, overlooking the grand spectacle that surrounded him, all to worship his presence. he kept you close, kept you stoic upon his thigh, a hand protectively tightening its grip around your waist, hand smoothing over the luscious curves of your hips.

he’d been rather frustrated these recent weeks, having ruled his kingdom for centuries yet with almost little to show for it. it was not his fault per say, his guards were incompetent, advisers dim-witted and don’t even get started on the lords that ruled just beneath him, all greedy, festering pigs all with disingenuous loyalty bowing at his feet but would just as quickly stab a blade through his back at a moments notice.

your king became increasingly paranoid, sleep was definitely a hindrance rather than a helper for him. many nights you found him, weapon in hand, whether it be a blade or a rifle, perched stoically by the window frame, staring out into the darkness, ignoring your pleas to coax him back into bed. as for sex, he’d barely touched you since this whole crusade began.

as the two of you remained sat upon his throne, you noticed a scowl cross his lips, his council none the wiser to their king’s thoughts, not even your tender hand to his cheek could quell the frustrations burning inside him. he gave no reaction where other times he might cup your hand, in his, smoothing his thumb across the back of your palm, offer a gentle smile. this time, nothing.

he raised his hand, a que of silence for the audience that filled his throne room, your gaze remained fixated on the appendage for a moment, the way he could command his spectators with a single motion, the veins in the back of his palm would twitch with the slightest movement of his fingers, the rings that adorned them, all hand picked and crafted with the most extravagant jewels, it surely was a sight.

an elder member of his counsel waited anxiously at the foot of the staircase leading up to his throne, two guards positioned behind him practically shaking in their armour at what their king would say. he beckoned them forward, with a slow, come-hither motion, the three slowly made their way up the red, upholstered velvet staircase, bowing before their king timidly.

“speak.” he commanded, a thick accent bellowing throughout his throne room, echoing against the black marble and basalt pillars. the sound caused arousal to swirl in your belly, so much so that you instinctively clenched your thighs together, god what this man could do to you with his accent alone. lucky for you, he was no mere man.

his elder councilman trembled over his words, fidgeting with the air between his fingertips, his beard had greyed more since the time you saw him last, maybe what three, four months ago when your king had his last important sermon. the elder inhaled deeply, trying to calm his nerves before he addressed your king.

“there have been reports from the west…” he began, eyeing the king quickly before returning his gaze back to the velvet floor. you peered at your love for a moment, scanning his features for any sort of emotion other than aggravation. still nothing, you love as stoic as a frustrated king could be.

“and..?” your love pressed on, hoping to get some information out of the withered councilman. he stammered, trying to gather his words

“the western kingdoms, they’ve rebelled…” he began, avoiding eye contact with your king. “they ambushed us…completely eviscerated the army you sent, my king. out of the forty thousand you send, five thousand or so still remain, that is if they haven't already been slaughtered too…”

you felt your love tense in his throne, fist gripping the armrest, while the other did the same to your waist, not hard enough to hurt but hand enough to be able to safely vent his frustrations. you placed a compassionate hand to the back of his palm, in hopes that it would soothe his frustrations in the slightest, it did not, although he did reciprocate the action, albeit, subtly

“my love…” you whispered quietly, hoping to not cause any provocation from the wandering eyes of his councilmen. he merely exhaled, knuckles turning bone white due to his grip on his throne’s armrests. still your voice went unheard in his ears, almost completely ignored.

“you’ve failed me…” he mentioned to the frail man standing before him, knees about to buckle under his own body weight. you looked on with worry, as your love’s features grew increasingly frustrated, holding onto his hand with a tight grip. it was then you noticed the demeanour change in the eyes of his elder councilman, he was vexed, eyes staring daggers through your mortal being as if you were some type of hindrance without having even voiced your thoughts.

“with all do respect, my king…perhaps if your attention was more focused on winning this war rather than on a heavy-set harlot, then maybe-”

he did not get to finish his sentence, for the once proud councilman of your king was now a heaping mess of flesh and bone before him. gasping at air, nails clawing at his throat in the hopes that it would retrieve the air trapped in his lungs. his bones contorted, twisting and turning, breaking and dislocating joints. his screams and shrills were spine-chilling, making your blood run cold. the sound and sight was so gruesome that you had to shield your gaze into your love’s shoulder, just waiting for it to end. you peered up at your love, eyes void of colour and emotion, just blackness, letting himself be overcome by the devil that wreaked havoc inside him for the next few moments until that bastard before him laid dead.

you’d only been introduced to the sight one time prior, a similar occurrence, a peasant insulting your looks, your frame, your curvy figure, throwing loaves of stale bread in your direction as you simply meandered through the courtyard calling you such horrendous names, you promised yourself not to repeat. believe you me, once your love got wind of what happened, that poor peasant never saw the light of day again, in fact he left him hanging from the kingdom gates by his neck, bones contorted, organs spilling from his stomach, it was not a pleasant sight.

the entire throne room fell into an eerie silence at the sight, the scowl still permanent on your lover’s lips, removing the hand from your waist, a silent signal for you to stand with him. he overlooked the crowd, glaring daggers at whoever decided to stare back, a stern warning laid the now dead councilman for anyone else who dares insult you. he took your hand, pulling you close to him rather protectively, quickly exiting the throne room with thunderous footsteps.

he was fuming, eyebrows furrowed, hand wrapped tightly around yours. the only resemblance of your love was the Caribbean blues, staring down the hallway until you’d finally reached the safety of his personal chambers. it was foolish to challenge him, try and test the waters of his depravity. he was a ruthless king, cold and calculated, the very demon that haunts your dreams, leaving a lasting imprint on your each and every waking memory. for you was his everything, his kingdom followed at a close second, you were his being, his lifeblood, the very reason for his existence.

“my love…” you repeated, in hopes your voice would draw some sense back into him. he sat on the bed beside you, head in his palms, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. he was exhausted, frustrated. with what just occurred plus the countless days without sleep left him a shell of his former self.

you rested your head upon his shoulder, arms wrapping around his, clinging to him like a lost, scared child. you’d rarely seen him in such a state of rage. you took a moment, allowing him to try and calm his nerves before you spoke.

“please don’t pay any mind to him, we will win this war-”

“do you really think i give a fuck about this war now?!” he roared, the sight frightened you, making you jolt back slightly, back now resting against the headboard. you avoided his gaze, already noticing his eyes returning to their blackened state as they’d previously been in the throne room.

“don’t you think your punishment was rather harsh..?” you questioned meekly, head now resting upon your knees, hiding your face slightly. he stood up, begging to pace around the confines of his quarters.

“harsh..?” he quipped, having claimed down the slightest after recognising your current state. “my queen, did you not hear what he called you? i should of given him a slower death…”

“its fine…i’m used to it…”

he joined you back on the bed, cupping your cheek gently, thumb wiping the stray tears that had seemed to have fallen down your cheeks. his gaze softened, blackness soon fading from his eyes, returning to the soft glow of caribbean blue.

“no…you’re never to say that” he grasped your cheeks in both palms, your gaze now fixated on him, pupils blown with such adoration for your love. “my queen, i am going to show you just how beautiful you are”

he kissed you, rather harshly, a small smile he managed to pry from your lips, savouring the sweetness of the kiss.

“don’t be gentle…” you muttered against his lips, feeling him smirk into the kiss. he pulled away for a second, your vision blinded by a dark haze that fogged his quarters, mouth ran dry with a mixture of worry and anticipation. he was nowhere in sight, it was as if he had vanished into thin air.

the haze cleared, he remerged, naked, standing at the foot of the bed. it had become apparent that your body had also been stripped of your clothing, tendrils appeared from the darkness at the foot of the bed, his eyes once again overcome by the black void of nothingness, letting his demon once again take control.

you gulped thickly, tendrils wrapping around your legs, keeping them pried open for his gaze as he positioned himself between your deliciously thick thighs. a third tendril appeared, hovering over your void for a moment, he cocked his head to the side, simply watching it swirl around your sensitive pearl, controlling and manipulating it however he saw fit. you let out a small whimper of pleasure, the tendril was a new feeling, vastly different in texture than his tongue or fingers, yet apply the same amount of such wondrous pressure.

he pried it away momentarily, replacing the sensation with his tongue, a soft moan fell from his lips, the sound rumbling between your thighs. two more tendrils appeared from his back, twirling around your wrists, much as they did in keeping your thighs pried open for him, bound above your head. with you now fully restrained, vulnerable to his tongue, he devoured you, lapping up your sweetness with the long appendage, savouring your taste.

gentle het was not, your taste was his favourite, sweet yet not overpowering, he shuddered with delight each time it graced his taste buds. his hands half a death drip of your full hips, adding only extra restrained as he fucked you out with his tongue, hastily tracing circles around your sensitive pearl.

a gasp caught in your throat as he paused for a moment, his tongue barely teasing your clit, blackened eyes peering up at you, soulless and null of empathy. your king was gone, in body not so much the case, but one hundred percent in soul.

“you taste divine, my queen” his voice held a dark rasp to it, one that would ring so wondrously in your ears. your throat empty of words, only choked cries of pleasure were able to part your lips. his tongue curled inside your warmth, drawing out your orgasm little by little, lips wrapping around your swollen clit, the vibrations of his moans rumbled around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“my love…” you whined breathlessly, hips following the movements of his tongue, swirling, bucking up against the appendage. your toes curling with pleasure, fists balled above your head, clutching at air. he gave no response, he insisted on devouring you until you were left a shaking mess on his tongue, that was clear in his intentions. your orgasm flooded your veins, pleasured screams burned your throat, sweetness gushing upon his tongue as he hummed in delight drinking you in.

he pulled away, the tendrils around your wrists and thighs receded behind him. peering up at him with hazy eyes, noticing his beard glossy with your wetness, a sight you could never grow tired of. his breathing coupled with small growls as he re-joined you on the bed, flipping you over so that you were now face down, pretty ass in the air for him. his body close to yours, hot and heated, most of his body weight on his forearms.

“pay no attention to what anyone says, you’re fucking beautiful and that’s all that matters, my queen” his cock rested at your entrance, teasing your warmth as he slowly slipped himself inside. his thick cock stretching out your walls deliciously, bottoming out as soon as his length fully rested inside you. with a fistful of hair and what seemed be inhuman strength, he pulled you up, know only on your knees, back pressed flush against his heaving chest, free hand smoothing over your luscious curves, fingers dipping in every lovely crevice, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh.

“and you’re all mine…” he breathed out with a low grunt, the sound ringing in your ears, like a wicked harmony, a corruption of your mind. his hips angled back the slightest, allowing you to fully arch back against his cock, feeling his thick shaft fill your tight cunt to the brim, he hesitated for a moment, just admiring the sight. no words left his lips, he already knew you were ready for him, just awaiting his movements.

with a quick snap of his hips his length buried inside you once more, rhythm fast-paced, rough, violent, animalistic, primal, all such words simply muddled into such exquisite pleasure. words evaded your tongue, each moan met the same rhythm of his thrusts, eyes rolling into the back of your skull, body numb, overcome with euphoria, it was as if you had died and risen to heaven.

though he was vacant of words, only a single phrase rang from his lips.

“all mine, all mine…” he repeated like a mantra

such sensations were so physically unbearable, in such a delicious way. your vision foggy, hazed with hot tears, salty as they dripped down your cheeks. he was quick to wipe them away, making quick use of his tendrils that he had previously utilised, having them wrap around your waist, holding you close as he brought his hand to your cheek, his thumb smoothing the tears from your skin.

he kissed you, still keeping that roughness from beforehand, albeit not as violent. it was more reassuring, more comforting, more romantic.

“m-my, king…” you stuttered against his lips, words muffled as they spilled onto his tongue. he merely hummed into the kiss, his cock moving at such a ferocious speed, wrecking your pretty cunt with ease. release slowly building between your thighs, trembling with such need.

“cum for me, my queen. cum around my cock” he was not shy with his wants, voicing them to you rather confidently. your back arched, moans heightened to almost a scream, he was a hundred percent sure that those who roamed the corridors at such an hour would hear how well he ruined you. you could not hold on much longer, despite your best efforts, orgasm gushing around his thick cock in such wonderful waves of pleasure, the black silk bedsheets stained with your sweetness as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, effectively bringing on his own. his seed, white hot, filling your void to the brim with such a rough, final thrust. his grip on your scalp faltered, his breath choked with stuttered moans, cum dripping from your void, down his thick shaft. he hummed in delight, planting chaste kisses to the crook of your neck and tops of your shoulders.

he remained inside you, positioning you so that you laid upon his chest, his back pressed firmly against the headboard, a gentle sight left his lips, one of contentment, peering down at you for a moment before placing a soft kiss to the tip of your head.

“my queen, you are absolutely gorgeous, don’t you ever forget that”

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tavyliasin · 5 months

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A Question for SmutFic Readers

Hi darlings~ I'm just a little curious, really, so I'm not making any promises to fill requests here, but if there are any ideas that particularly spark my creative fire I might just add them to my list~

What kinds of things - kinks, pairings, tropes, characters in general - do you want to see more of in NSFW fanfiction?

For my own sake in the replies, let's have a few little boundaries. Nothing illegal, underage, family-relation based, or anything relating to breeding/pregnancy/fertility.

I'd personally love to see more of the less frequently loved characters (I promise this isn't an excuse to further my Abdirak/He Who Was agenda, but...well might as well slip them in), as well as a little more visible use of safe words/signals/explicit and enthusiastic consent.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #fanfic requests #rare pair #tell me what you want what you really really want #sorry 90s kids I know that's in your head now

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duaghterofstories · 6 months

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Okay I’m very sorry I’m very new to this app haha. Anyway I’d love to see a fic about Xanthous and Emarelda’s friendship because they are adorable maybe they get together and have a sleepover or something!

Whoo!!! Loving this one. It's short, but it's fun, it's quirky, and it's my favorite besties!

Sleepover—Emeralda and Xanthous Best Friendship

Rating: T Ships: N/A Fandom: A Tale of Magic Other: Post Worlds Collide, Post TLOS, references to TLOS, references to Seven, references to gambling.

Emeralda looked up as Xanthous walked into her room.

“Fire off. My things are flammable.” she said, then went back to what she was doing, which was working on making pearls. Emeralda may have been able to make and manipulate minerals, gems, and rocks, but pearls were not technically any of those. She liked to make them to help herself go to sleep.

Xanthous flopped onto her bed, flames extinguishing. “Ugh!” he complained, rolling over to stare at the ceiling with an annoyed look.

“Is something wrong?” Emeralda asked, turning away from her project and walking to the back of her cave-like room to grab an extra set of metal sheets for the fire-fairy.

“Nah, just feeling not great since the whole world ending thing.” he took the blanket and laid it over himself. “It just feels like it happened way to often.”

“Well, do you remember when we were kids?” Emeralda asks, sitting next to him on the bed, on her normal bed sheets. “every fucking year there was some more bullshit.”

“You should curse more. The human Royals would lose their shit.” Xanthous commented. Then he sighed, sitting up and pulling the blanket around himself. “And I mean, yeah, but that was three incidents, and they mostly just affected the magical community, not everyone.”

“Eh, you did commit a genocide. Well, not a genocide, but you killed a lot of people.” Emeralda joked to him, giggling.

“That wasn’t me.” Xanthous said, tossing a pillow at her. “Anyway, other then that, and the whole ‘Righteous Emperor trying to take over the world’ thing, it really only affected the Magical community. And most definintly not two different worlds.”

“Mm, yeah, fair. But face it, if ‘Emperor Gallant’ was alive, he would try and take over the Otherworld.” Emeralda said the name in a mocking tone, as he fucking deserved.

“Mmm. He would.” Xanthous laughed. “He probably would have done better then them to. I mean, I don’t support him, but he would have been effective about it.”

“Mmm… true. He would have been. Though, considering we’re about a billion times more powerful then we were when we were kids, we could stop him pretty quickly.” Emeralda said.

“Yeah.”

The two fairies continued to sit in silence, Xanthous quickly heating some water into hot chocolate, passing it over to Emeralda. His metal blanket was wrapped almost completely around him, his arms gently poking out and it rested, bunched up, on his shoulders.

Emeralda took a long sip of her hot chocolate and tapped her fingers against her dress, forming a plate of some type of gem underneath it. Her finger nails tapped against the crystal, making a gentle and ASMR-esque tapping sound.

“You ever think we go to far pretending we’re weaker then we are so no one forces us to help them?” Xanthous asked, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

Emeralda looked over at him. “Huh? No.” She shrugged. “Literally no one asks me to help them ever. It’s so easy. I literally never have to save the world anymore.”

Xanthous shrugged slightly, and he sipped more of his hot chocolate. He shrugged off his blanket and pulled out a deck of cards.

Emeralda raised her eyebrows. She vanished her crystal and smiled, leaning forward.

“Play?” Xanthous asked.

“Play?” she asked with a laugh. “Nah, not right now.” Despite her words, Emeralda took the deck of cards out of his hands and started to expertly shuffle them with a flick of her wrists.

“You spend too much time with Lucy.” Xanthous said, still taking his cards and getting ready. “What are we betting?”

“Winner can ask the loser one request, no refusing, nothing explicit, nothing deadly.”

“M’kay.” Xanthous looked up. “Go.”

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willemdafinky · 1 month

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For a fanfic request, how about this?

In an AU where Lee survived season one, he and Clementine have been together for a few years now. Unfortunately, Clem has recently started to enter something of a rebellious phase, and now Lee is struggling with this new parenting challenge, stuck between wanting to keep her safe and letting her assert herself as a capable survivor. For the fanfic itself, perhaps the plot could be that Clementine just did something reckless in defiance of what he told her to do, and now he has to deal with that. Alternatively you could come up with your own plot using these basic elements. Could take place during season two, or could be set outside of any canon story, whatever you think is best. Of course, if you're not interested in the idea it's completely fine, just thought it would be fun to see done.

Oooo, i like this. Would be interesting for someone to try to raise a teenager in their rebellious phase during a zombie apocalypse. I would either probably set it during Clementine’s time as apart of The New Frontier since her S3 characterization would fit this rebellious or the shed scene at the beginning of S2 if I end up making it happen during any of the canon storylines.

#twdg #the walking dead game #twdg lee #twdg clementine #fanfic requests

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cosmicbrowniefan · 2 years

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what’re your favorite cliche tropes in fiction that you want to see with a gay couple instead of a straight couple?

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nerdstify · 18 hours

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I'm writing a Death Note story and need help with the middle. Send your ideas via DMs, comments, or asks. If I like them, I might even draw them! Also open to Death Note art requests. Share any Death Note-related ideas and I'll see what I can do.

(and in this case comments too!)

Start and end of the fic under the cut:

Start:

God, the rain was gorgeous. L wasn’t usually one to remark or note on the beauty of people; people did things and said things that he couldn’t understand. They hurt and killed and lied; and for what? For only themselves. But the world- the non-people part of the world- was utterly beautiful. L knew why the rain fell. It brought the plants to life. And even though sometimes it felt like nature didn’t have a purpose- like destructive typhoons and hurricanes- he at least understood that these catastrophes weren’t self-serving. The rain had no greed or selfishness; nothing to gain, and so the chaos was out of its control. The rain was always his favourite, grey and rhythmic and cool. Any beauty he saw in a human was simply a reflection of the beauty of the rain. Watari, cool and graceful and methodical as himself, nurturing lost children like they were plants below his sky. Soichiro, stoic and sturdy, creating a calm and intentional rhythm for L to think to. These people and others he had admired for sharing the qualities of the rain he loved, but there was one more. A conundrum that L couldn’t quite place.

Light Yagami. Not just the rain, but a monsoon. He was endless and unrelenting. No matter how many challenges you gave him, he dodged and weaved until the rainwater had flooded every crack in the moulding and invaded your basement. L wasn’t fond of people getting into his basement. He wasn’t cool and stoic and calm, but he came with a surging heat and a blinding sun and a furious intensity. L was almost sure he was Kira, because like Light, like the monsoon, Kira barely seemed human to him. He didn’t seem to be killing for personal or even corporate gain. Kira had convinced himself and the world that he killed for righteous reasons; for saving the good in humanity, but L couldn’t believe that. Kira killed because like Light, like the monsoon, he simply couldn’t stop.

He had never before been so attracted to a person, yet so repelled. If Light contained a duality and, say, Kira was a north magnet, and Light was a south– then L was north. There was nothing his heart, mind, and the deepest parts of his very soul craved more than a friend- or so he told himself- like Light.

But Light was Kira.

Wasn’t he?

Ending:

He knew it. Of course Light was Kira. There was no way around it. L was doomed by this narrative of friendship he had written for himself. Light was so perfect that L couldn’t have beared to lose him. So charming that the barely human, hardly affectionate, happily lonely L had warmed to him. Welcomed him. Shown him the smallest, quietest parts of himself. But Light was barely human too; becoming less and less by the day. And as L grew more and more attached, Light grew further away. A part of him had known from the very beginning how he would die. It wasn’t a slip-up in safety or privacy, it wasn’t a miscalculation, or a misjudgement of character- in fact he had judged Light perfectly from the very beginning. It was trust that had killed him.

His first, his best and worst friend, using him even now. No doubt faking his grief towards the task force. Or perhaps the grief was real. Despite it all, L couldn’t help but clutch onto the glimmer of hope he kept locked tightly in his ribcage, as the light faded from his eyes, that he could still mean something to Light, despite using him and throwing him aside.

Like he did Misa. Like he would his father and Sayu. Like he did his own soul. Like he did everyone once they stopped being fun to play with. Kira really was a child.

He had always known he would die right here, in task force headquarters, where he was supposed to be safe, and at Light’s hand, who was supposed to be his equal. He had imagined dying with a subtle smirk, Light finally incriminated, and a successor lined up to catch him. But in his ideations of death, not once had it occurred to him that it would hurt so much.

The grief, the guilt, the regret, and most of all the gaping wound that Light created, ripping into him with his bare hands and clawing at the insides of his chest, twisting a knife right into his gut as he pretended to care that he was gone.

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