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jakeyt · 2 months
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Who wants a sneak peek of the Jake one shot I’m writing? 👀
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domoz · 10 months
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Hika/Tobi Marriage Hunt + Blessed Eyes AU...Thing
Hikaku waits in perfect stillness, aside from the slow spin of his sharingan.
There is little chance of securing himself a spouse this hunt, he knows. Not when the prey is Senju Tobirama.
Madara is out there, stronger than him, and Izuna, faster and more familiar with the prey. There are clan members who are better at tracking and sensing who all stand a better chance than him, but if he had not even tried, then Hikaku would have had no chance at all.
In truth, he thinks the most likely outcome is Tobirama remaining unbound and unwed by the time the sun rises. The treaty had only called for a hunt, not a marriage, and the blessed one is clever and wily. They had known that, when they'd asked for this, but the Uchiha had wanted a chance, however slim, to bring those blessed eyes into their clan.
Hikaku had wanted a chance, too -- it felt blasphemous to not at least try. And so, he waits. Unmoving, chakra crushed down to blend in with the trees, as his clansmen scatter and search in the forest around him.
He has no chance of chasing down Tobirama, he's known that from the start, so instead of trying he's found a spot, set up traps, and sits, waiting. Tobirama probably wont fall for them, either, but he might, and that's at least worth waiting in the forest until sunrise.
One of the wires he's attached to a distant branch vibrates, then another, and another. One might have been an animal, but so many so fast means a person. Person doesn't mean Tobirama, but Hikaku tenses in preparation, regardless. Whoever they are, they're moving towards him at breakneck speed. Fleeing, Hikaku hopes, as he curls one hand around the wire in the clearing, and another in a sign, ready to spring one of the traps at his feet.
A figure springs into view, a streak of ghostly white, and Hikaku does not hesitate, pulling the wires tight around a figure that, even though he is clearly surprised, is able to dodge the attack. But not perfectly; when he hits the ground, its with a stumble, and its pure instinct that has Hikaku forming the hand signs to pull the pre-loosened dirt under him down and in.
Before Hikaku can even blink, he has Tobirama buried up to his shoulders. The blessed one is red faced and panting with exertion. He looks around wildly, meeting Hikaku's gaze for a moment that seems to stretch forever before he tears his red eyes away, struggling fruitlessly against the dirt and stone holding him still.
Hikaku hesitates. He wishes they had time to talk, wishes he had time to ask, because the last thing he wants is for Tobirama to resent him for this. But the way he'd been moving and the sounds of pursuit in the woods behind can only mean whoever had him fleeing is close. If Hikaku wants to claim Tobirama for himself, he has to do it now.
"I'm sorry." He breathes, like it will help anything.  He loosens the dirt on one side, enough for Tobirama to free one arm, which he does immediately. Hikaku is waiting for it, and he catches the limb, interlocks their fingers, and wraps the red silk cord that every Uchiha who's come out to the hunt tonight has brought with them around both of their wrists, heart thundering all the while.
Tobirama stops struggling after the first knot is tied, but he waits until they're fully bound together to say, "It seems you've caught me, Uchiha-san."
His voice is even, there's no fear or anger in it, and now that it's really over he allows himself to meet Hikaku's eyes. Tobirama looks like he's calculating. Considering.
Hikaku smiles at him, self depreciating. He's just some faceless Uchiha to Tobirama, he knows. No one important. He hopes that doesn't make the fact that he's the one who caught him sting even worse.
"You can call me Hikaku." He says, loosening the rest of the dirt and helping Tobirama climb free. Tobirama accepts it -- has to, since their hands are bound.
They're both still on their knees, facing each other when Madara arrives in the clearing with the thunderous crack-snap of stones shattering under his feet when he lands. Izuna is behind him only a moment later -- if they had gotten frustrated with Tobirama slipping away and decided to work together, then it's no wonder he had been so harried when he'd arrived.
"Madara-sama." He greets, "Izuna-sama. I don't suppose you'd mind giving us a bit of privacy?"
Both of them stare for a long moment, eyes comically wide before sharing a look with each other. Izuna makes a helpless wheezing sound, and Madara has to be the one to grab his arm and say, voice high, "Yes. Let's go."
Tobirama almost looks bemused as they flee, though it's fleeting, replaced with that cool consideration as he turns to regard Hikaku. He's the one who caught Tobirama, but he has to suppress a shiver at that red eyed gaze.
Tobirama is beautiful, so no matter how this goes he'll have that, at least but…
"I would have liked to have asked if you if you were okay with this." He admits, "But now that they've seen, I'm afraid there's no going back."
Tobirama tilts his chin up imperiously.
"Do not pity me. I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to this."
In return, Hikaku thins his lips.
"Agreeing to a hunt and getting caught are two very different things." He argues, then sighs. "But I suppose that hardly matters, now. Is -- ah." He truly is unprepared for this, because his fantasies involving Tobirama have been more domestic than anything else. "…Is there a way you'd prefer to do this?"
Tobirama must be unimpressed with the blush coloring his cheeks, Hikaku thinks. At least until he notices this pink starting to dust Tobirama's own.
"…I knew what I was getting into." Tobirama repeats, but this time his voice is quieter, eyes fixed down, on their intertwined fingers, "The treaty may not have demanded a marriage, but peace will be much more stable if one exists."
Oh. Hikaku breaths. Oh, he had been planning on getting caught. If things had gone differently, Tobirama may well have treated the forest of hunters like a buffet of suitors to pick and chose at his will, but instead...
"What I mean to say is --" Tobirama shuffles forward until their knees are touching and he can feel the warmth of Tobirama's breath on his lips, "-- I came prepared. And you did catch me fair and square, Hikaku-san."
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emilykaldwen · 10 months
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Pentos is not a dream. It is vision made flesh with sweat and tears and frantic nerves. They are both dead and alive; they died the night the King did. They were born come the dawn on the sands of Essos amidst a victorious dragon shriek and relieved laughter. Where exhaustion and adrenaline gave way to something sacred in the surf that yes, yes we made it we've made it, Avy jorrāelan… ñuha jehikagrī qēlos (i love you, my bright star). Or Aegon and Abrogail escape King's Landing the night the King dies.
rating: explicit warnings: exhibitionism, public sex, fluff and smut, alternate universe, escape to pentos au un-beta'd
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c1nn4-bunny · 4 months
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In case anyone wanted an update on my mental state atm
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I'm so normal and okay about him (I'm in the Anger stage of grief, okay.)
I've always really hated reading x reader stuff (I'm a trans guy... who ends up interested in male characters... I'm sure you can assume why I'd be a bit miffed about the gender ratio on those, right. And how some/most gn!reader ones are just straight up lies or afterthoughts for what was very clearly meant to be a x female!reader — apart from the fact gn!reader fics in general are rare to see) but istg I'll fuckin do it. I WILL force myself to mentally correct everything if I have to !!!
#i have such a hatred toward x reader fics you have no idea okay#like its a rational one considering my circumstances but eugh#horrible that hes making me genuinely consider... r e a d i n g#> Crushes on bookworm boy who likes reading > Mad that he has to read#my time being a Wheatley simp did nothing but teach me that the only way to get ANY sort of#male or gender neutral reader fics was to literally sell my sould to satan or scroll for days on end to the tiniest caverns of a page#addition to the clearly not disguised gn!reader ones: last minute change from very obviously a ship fic#yeah hi i see you and your barely disguised ship-fic masquerading as an x reader. im strangling you actually <3#mini-mae was always so pissed off about it again ESPECIALLY during the wheatley simp era because come the fuck ON#the only expection ive made for gn! clearly being female is that Nigel smut fic I have saved simply because it's so funny to me#its so old and the creator only made it because a friend asked and I love that. so many typos and grammatical errors and. I love it#i want to remaster it as an homage because it's simply that funny. HELL MY SILLY SELFSHIP NIGEL IS BASED ON THEIR DESCRIPTION FOR HIM!#with added details ofc. the original draft of him is meh. i like my decision to accidentally make his hair longer with each drawing#BUT YEAH ive been joking about rewriting for a year now. ill do it eventually lmao <333#anyway uh rant over Cashew is ruining my brain im going to go scroll some tags now... and maybe check some sites...#c1nn4bunny.txt
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decantingstxrs · 2 years
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having the slowest, filthiest sex with junmyeon is probably your favorite thing in the world, whether it be when you’re riding him or writhing underneath him. ever so giving, he always makes sure to go at the pace that you want so you can feel good.
days where you don’t want to rush anything are days where you’re the most at peace. there’s something about junmyeon’s cock that’s like pure magic, you want to savor that feeling forever and ever.
your mouths and tongues clash together as you get closer to your orgasm, with him rubbing your clit as you wrap your arms around his broad muscular back. oftentimes when you go slower you tend to cum at the same time, which is something you secretly love. there’s something so intimate about chasing an orgasm, but doing it together? heavenly.
he’s absolutely the sweetest afterwords, making sure you go to the bathroom and cleans you up before carrying you back to the bed where you cuddle and talk about nothing before falling asleep.
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desperatepleasures · 5 months
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guhhhh i am struggling so much with ch3
#i'd say i hate it but i also love it like#it's fun to torment conrart while simultaneously letting conrart sit on adalbert's face#and if i keep writing he'll get to like. be a little mean to adalbert lol. in a way that is potentially gonna be ambiguous as to#whether he's just domming without proper negotiation or just being shitty lmao. well we'll see how it ends up coming out#like ch3 and parts of ch4 are the chapters where it gets kinda Unhealthy between them and that's a lot of fun for me#but also it's so humiliating to write LMAO#also agonizing having to like. do exposition. i hate writing exposition#if it were up to me everything would be like. one vivid scene with some dialogue and that would tell you everything. but noooo i had to#go and write a multichap with like. a tiny bit of plot to glue the smut scenes together/give them context#which means i actually need to write that glue#...and i already skipped ahead the other day and wrote the face sitting scene LMAO so i really gotta do the difficult parts now#ofc when i finish ch3 i get to face the void that is ch4...#like i know in summary what happens in ch4 but i don't know the details about the like really vital scene#BUT!!! in ch5 i get to start writing the conzak bits which are possibly my favorite part :) (aside from ch2 which i like a lot)#...i can't believe it takes four fucking chapters just to get connie out of adalbert's house LMAO. im so sorry my boy#you are gonna have some fantastic orgasms and learn some new things about yourself. but at what cost#fic tag
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hiyori-ii · 3 months
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midnightsaboteur · 4 months
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Open Starter
Jude Cohen - 56, bisexual, King of England (Modern Royal/Older AU)
Written solely in beta editor
Connection Ideas - Wife/Queen; Girlfriend; Boyfriend; Friend/Secret Lover
Age beset all men in the end. No matter how athletic or dashing they’d once been, the unstoppable forces of time could ravage even the proudest of man. For Jude, as the King of England, he surely had little to worry about. Riches that billions could only dream of and status respected the whole world over. Furthermore, on the throne for nearly two decades, he brought an experience and gravitas that few elected leaders could match, let alone exceed. 
And yet, as Jude regarded himself in a mirror across the ballroom, he felt nothing but his age. Silver hair and distinguished marks didn’t feel so hot when he’d once been a gallant and dashing Prince, revered and wanted the whole world over. Now, he was far closer to becoming a grandfather than he was to his forlorn youth. 
“I see the way they look at you, you know,” Jude murmured to the figure standing by his side. His longtime lover, confidante and best friend, everything a partner in life should be. “They remind me of me when I was that age, anyway…” Jude added, a hint of jealousy about his tone. He kept a poker face as he spoke, aware all eyes and cameras were on him. To them, he was the King hosting a gala, dressed in his finest tuxedo and with nothing on his mind but the evening ahead. To the other, they’d know what gnawed at him.  
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purgetrooperfox · 4 months
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why is it always angst in all the baldur's gate fics? ;~;
darling I've never posted a bg3 fic idk why you're asking me
but I'd argue that it's not, in fact, all angst and I know this because I've been looking for angst and struggling to find it (such is my lot in life bc I'm looking for angst that isn't about astarion)
ALSO the plot of bg3 is deeply rooted in generational trauma and cycles of abuse so that. is kind of the point
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onlyseokmins · 9 months
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"minors dni" but doesn't put the smut under a cut and slaps it w/ all the general tags one would search if they were simply interested in the fandom 💀
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xocasper · 1 year
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angst fic inspired by exit music for a film
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xthescarletbitch · 2 years
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i haven’t been able to get a certain espada idea out of my head. maybe i will act on it? 🥺
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oscarisaacsspit · 2 years
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i have a whole moon boys trilogy planned out in my head but also i’m the same person that takes 3 hours to write
“The”
so i guess this will just live in my mind forever ☹️
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spellshite · 9 months
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dumbass be disappearing from tumblr for aeons and then appear again posting the most random shit that passes through his head.
it's me, i'm dumbass.
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chaoticspacefam · 1 year
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Tell us about You’re In My Veins !
[This one was from a “WIP Ask Game” a while back where I listed titles/placeholder names for my current WIPs and y’all got to ask me about any that interested you! I don’t have the link anymore but yeah, context sjkgjdg]
CW: there’s a snippet at the bottom of this ask which has some suggestive/raunchy connotations. No direct actual smut (that’s already happened prior to this bit at the end 😏) but this is very much an argument about their sex life
Hoooo boy where do I start with this one? It’s one of the ones that’s been stuck in WIP hell for the longest goddamn time. Not even because I don’t like it or anything. The bits I have written of this one are still pretty solid, if anything they need some minor polishing (I was awful at paragraphing when I started this and it shows lmao 90) and it’d prolly still be post-able. But at this stage I’m not 100% sure exactly where it’ll fit into the Creeping Shadows timeline. I know its somewhere mid-to-end of Balmorra, and definitely before Voss but you know...that’s an awful big gap rn :’) I’m sure I’ll figure out where it goes eventually, but till then its stuck in WIP hell 💀 hahaha Anyway the first draft of this was meant to be like make-up smut but in true Aria fashion, she had to ruin it by deciding “nope I’m not ready for feelings yet” and she turned it into a fight (but that said, it does end with Aria seriously reflecting on said feelings even if the overall “tone” of it is that she hates that she’s having them 🤣🤣) so it’s a milestone for their relationship which does, in the end, lead to them actually fixing it for real later on down the line. As a joke I like to call it “make up sex but backwards” bc that’s basically what ended up happening with this one I can’t remember if the rules of this ask game said to include a snippet but I kinda feel bad this one was sat in the askbox for so long so have a lil snippet as a treat 💖
>> SNIPPET STARTS HERE, last warning that it gets a lil suggestive from here on out! also quite a lot of swearing, this is very much a lovers’ spat and both of them went for the THROAT XD <<
Vano’s jaw tightened. “Nice to know you were so concerned with my safety. You know, just a simple ‘hey Va, I’m not dead but I can’t be with you right now’ would have sufficed!” The Mirialan growled, sitting up on her hands, her eyes narrowed into a dangerous glare. “And just for the record, I'd GLADLY die for you, even though you don't fucking deserve it.” “I never asked you to!” Aria snapped back on impulse, not thinking of the effect the words would have on Vano. “I never asked for any of this. I never asked for you to pad after me like a helpless Kath pup!!” The Marauder drew back, and Aria felt the reaction to her words sting Vano like a slap to the face. “Well, I never asked to fall in love with a self-centered bitch either, but here we are!” she yanked her robes back on sharply and sat back on her haunches to glare at Aria. “The only thing I'm sorry for, is that I was stupid enough to think that if I gave you enough time, this would be more than just fucking to you!” “I never promised you flowers and poetry, I told you it was just sex and you kept crawling back anyway!” Aria shouted after her as the Sith stormed away, grabbing her discarded equipment as she passed it. “Fine, then you can find someone else to go to bed with, because I'm DONE with you!” “You always say that, and a week later your head's between my legs again!!” she retorted, knowing the Mirialan had left the ship when no further reply came. The Jedi sank down onto the pillows and choked on the involuntary sob that left her as Vano's last words spun in her head like a swarm of angry hornets.
There’s some more filler/exposition-y stuff between this snippet and the last line but it feels prudent to mention the last line is a bit of internal dialogue (I seem to do that on occasion, first this oneshot, then Strikhedonia...guess its a writing quirk now? /jk) from Aria and it’s just: I hate how much I need you!!
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