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jackrrabbit · 4 years

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practice makes perfect /// Mitsuri x f!Reader (18+)

Request: Hey! I read your Shinobu NSFW thing. I was wondering if you could write a Mitsuri NSFW thing but not as intense? Like Mitsuri and her female S/o are cuddling and things get a really steamy so they start kissing and fingering each other? Please and thank you!

A/N: REPOSTING because when I posted this a few hours ago it was glitching and not showing up in tags and stuff :( sorry to anyone who has already seen it!

I love Mitsuri and I get so few f/f reqs so ty for the request 💕 Y’all know idk how to write true vanilla so this is a little more spicy (Mitsuri and reader are not in an established relationship), but I made it soft just for you anon

Summary: When the most popular girl in school offers to help you practice kissing, it’s not like you’re going to say no.

Tags/warnings: inexperienced reader, femme preppy Mitsuri, she’s a little soft dom? like just a tiny bit, mild orgasm control, fluffy smut, crushes, modern high school AU, heteronormativity, reader thinks she’s straight lmao, all characters are adults

Okay, Mitsuri isn’t just the queen bee of your school. She’s also the prettiest girl you’ve ever met. It shouldn’t be possible for a person to be that beautiful, much less fair—what was god thinking when he gave her that pink and green hair that would look clownish on anyone but her? Those thick, dark eyelashes framing eyes you feel like you could drown in? Those long, perfect legs?

(Not that you stare at her legs or something. It’s just—your school uniform skirts are kind of short, and she always wears those striped thigh-highs, and she sits next to you in senior Biology and sometimes she stretches her legs out in the aisle between your desks and flexes them while she sighs during long lectures, and seriously, her legs are perfect.)

Mitsuri is the kind of girl who gets asked out by a different guy every other day. She has a fan club. Boys write Mr. _____ Kanroji in their notebooks, circle it with hearts, and fantasize about marrying her. She has more ex-boyfriends than you have Facebook friends. So you’re really sure why, somehow, you two have become…close?

If you have to, you can trace your friendship back to that Biology class. The teacher has a bad habit of cold-calling students for answers to questions, which makes him pretty unpopular. You’ve gotten used to it over the months, deciding that rebelling is a less productive method of dealing with it than just making sure to review the textbook chapters at least twice before every class, but apparently Mitsuri isn’t quite as familiar with the material.

When the teacher calls on her (a bit vindictively, you think, probably because she’s chewing pink bubblegum and drawing cherry blossoms in the composition book she’s supposed to be taking notes in) to ask her something about determining whether an organism’s life cycle exhibits zygotic, gametic, or sporic meiosis, she just gapes blankly back at him.

You feel sorry for her. It’s always painful to watch when someone can’t answer a question in class—you might be a fairly good student, but you still sympathize with how embarrassing it is to be put on the spot like that. The teacher refuses to move on, repeating her name and prodding her until her face is flushed bright pink and her lower lip is trembling. You’re not trying to pity her, but you can’t help it, and before you can think better of it you’re writing ‘compare diploid and haploid forms’ in the corner of your notebook and surreptitiously sliding it her way.

After the class, she pulls you aside in the hallway to thank you, eyes bright, telling you you’re so smart and kind and thoughtful and wondering how come she’s never talked to you before. “What a waste! We sat next to each other all semester, and I’m only getting to know you now.”

No wonder she’s popular. Her exuberance is infectious, like her good mood is seeping into your skin from her hand wrapped around yours. Mitsuri isn’t just pretty, she’s the kind of person who makes you feel good about herself just by being near her.

You’re about 100% sure that’s the last time the two of you will talk (unless she needs help with Bio homework and decides you’re the best candidate to get answers from). But it’s not. Mitsuri insists on treating you to boba after class—you try to deny her but she refuses to hear it and you can’t say no to her when she looks at you with those pretty jade-chip eyes. You get milk tea with black tapioca pearls swimming in caramelized fried sugar; her drink is jasmine rose fruit tea with tiny cubes of green apple floating at the top. “It looks like your hair,” you tell her, motioning toward the pink-and-green drink.

“Really?” Mitsuri’s cheeks turn red, which you notice is a frequent occurrence for her. “That’s why I got it. Isn’t it cute? I love how pretty all of the drinks are at this teahouse.”

The two of you split a little matcha cake. And then a vanilla taro cake. And then Mitsuri orders sweet potato fries and gyoza and fried chicken and shrimp tempura and wow, this girl can eat. “I kind of have a big appetite,” she tells you shyly some time around her fourth order of hanami dango. “Sorry, is it weird?”

“Not at all! It’s cute,” you blurt out, and then immediately cover your mouth. Cute? Where did that come from? That’s not the kind of thing you’re supposed to be saying to a girl you barely even know, or is it? Maybe you’re overthinking this. Mitsuri is so beautiful it’s hard to think straight around her.

You’re so busy staring down at your lap and blushing that you don’t notice she’s doing the same thing.

Mitsuri seems to take that teashop date hangout as permission to pursue a full-fledged friendship with you. Before you know it, she’s inviting herself over to your house after school, dragging you to cafés and picnics to study together on the weekends, and begging you to sit with her at lunch. Her other friends don’t seem thrilled at your being her favorite new playmate, but she doesn’t mind it so you try not to, either.

Like right now. It’s a weekend, and she’s decided that her house is going to be the setting for an overnight Bio study session slash sleepover in anticipation of the test you have coming up. You’re scouring the textbook for an answer at her desk while Mitsuri lies on her stomach on her bed with her feet kicked up behind her and crossed at the ankles. Graded quizzes are spread out in an arc around her on the cotton candy-colored duvet, and the sparkly gel pen she’s using to write flash cards is poking out of the corner of her mouth. With her fair skin barely covered by a tank top and shorts, loose hair flowing over her back, and dark brows furrowed in concentration, she looks like the centerfold of a teen magazine from the 90s.

I bet guys have wet dreams about her, you think. Then you shut down that line of thinking, shut it all the way down because you’re not supposed to be thinking these things about a female friend, no matter how pretty she is or how glossy her lips look even though she’s just wearing chapstick or how good she smells (like strawberries? honey? or whatever sweet she ate last, you’re not sure). But you can’t quite tamp down the feeling that you’ve stumbled on some unbelievable luck to get close to her.

You’re not the only one having trouble focusing on your studies. “I’m done with this!” Mitsuri exclaims, throwing down her pen so it makes a stray line on the quiz she was reviewing before it bounces off the bed. “I’m so tired of studying, aren’t you? If I learn another thing about cell division my brain is going to explode. Can’t we take a break?”

“Sure, if you want to get another 43%. Didn’t your dad say he’s going to stop paying your snack food fund if you fail one more exam?”

Her pink mouth drops open. “Hey! That’s not fair, I didn’t tell you that to use it against me. Be nice.”

But after a second, Mitsuri’s pout turns into a giggle. She hooks her foot around the stem of the office chair you’re sitting in and pulls it toward the bed along with you. “Come on! Let’s talk about love. Do you have a crush?”

You roll your eyes but relent, sliding off the chair and onto the big, fluffy bed next to Mitsuri. You can always get back to reviewing after you take a short break, right? She gathers up the quizzes and notecards and dumps them unceremoniously on the nightstand by her bed to make space for you, all too eager to stop thinking about Bio.

“I don’t have a crush,” you tell her.

“Really? There’s no one you think is cute? No one you want to get to know a little better?”

Well…if that’s what she means… You glance sideways at her. There’s definitely someone you think is cute who you want to get to know better. She doesn’t have to know it’s her—not that you have a crush on her; that would be ridiculous.

If she’s going to get that excited about your potential crush, how are you supposed to tell her you don’t have one? You’ll just have to pretend, for her sake. “I guess there’s someone. I wouldn’t call it love, but…”

Long black lashes flutter up at you as Mitsuri blinks. “Oh my gosh, who is it?”

“It’s a secret,” you say quickly.

“Aww, but I wanna know who you have a crush on!” She scooches closer to you and pokes you gently in the side. “Do I know him? Is he a senior? What does he look like? What do you like about him?”

“Um yeah, you know…him. He’s a senior but you’ll never—seriously never guess who it is, so don’t even try. He’s…really good-looking, I don’t know. He has nice hair…and, um, nice legs. And he…” you trail off, wondering what you can say about your secret ‘crush’ that won’t tip Mitsuri off that you’re talking about her.

“…I like him. He talks a lot but you can tell he cares about what you’re saying when he’s listening to you. He’s kind of dreamy and self-conscious about dumb things but it just makes me like him more.”

Was that too much? Mitsuri is looking into your eyes in pure rapture, holding onto every word you say. Are you being obvious? But—no way. She’s so loved by guys that she’d never even suspect that a girl could like her too.

Not that you like her. Not like that, at least.

After a moment when you feel your heart beating so deeply that you’re sure she can hear it too, she smiles sweetly and pinches your cheek. “You’re really pretty when you’re talking about your crush, (Y/N). You look like a maiden.”

You bite your lip, not sure whether to be embarrassed or flattered. If any other girl as beautiful as Mitsuri called you pretty, you’d think they were being insincere, but she’s not like that. Her genuine affection shines through in everything she does. If you’re pretty, she’s Helen of Troy.

“What do you mean, ‘a maiden’?” you ask.

“I don’t know,” Mitsuri says, tracing invisible hearts into her bedspread with a fingertip. “You just look…innocent somehow? Like this is your first love.”

You duck down, blushing.

“Wait, really?” She sits up and easily flips you over onto your back (sometimes you forget that a decade of cheerleading has made her at least a dozen times as strong as you are) so she can blink brightly at you. “This is your first love? Ooh…”

“Is that so weird?” you ask a little defensively. “I don’t get a lot of crushes.”

“No, it’s not weird! It’s cute,” Mitsuri says. “But aren’t you nervous? What if you fall in love with him and you guys start dating and you don’t know how to do anything?”

“Do what?”

“You know. Like, kissing and stuff. Aren’t you worried that you’ll have your first kiss with him and he’ll be like, ‘oh my gosh, you can’t even kiss, I don’t like you anymore’.”

“No one would say that,” you reply, but the scenario does strike a pang of anxiousness in your heart. You’ve always been too focused on school and friends and family to bother worrying about love, but the truth is you have worried about the fact that you’re soon going to be a high school graduate who has never so much as kissed another person on the lips.

“You have no idea,” Mitsuri sighs. “Boys are so mean. But I can’t believe you haven’t had your first kiss!”

“That’s rude,” you say, wrinkling your nose.

She flaps her hands in the air frantically. “No, no I didn’t mean it like that! Sorry! I just meant I can’t believe you’ve never had a boyfriend when you’re so pretty and nice. The boy who locks you down is going to feel super lucky that he gets to take all of your firsts.”

You sit up next to Mitsuri and lean back on her cushioned headboard. “I don’t care about that. Honestly, I’d rather have some practice before I get involved with anyone.”

A beat passes. Then— “Really? You want practice?”

You shrug. “I mean, I guess? But it’s not like I can just pick up some random guy and tell him to let me practice kissing.”

Mitsuri cocks her head to the side and long pink fringe falls away from her face. “You don’t need to do that. Just practice with me.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” What, is she going to give you tips on tongue technique or something?

“…Like this,” Mitsuri says softly—and then her delicate hand is stroking up the side of your jaw and carding into your hair, tilting your head to face hers and pulling you closer. She hesitates before she makes contact, looking in your eyes as if to confirm are you okay with this? But (maybe because you’re caught off guard, maybe because you think you do need the practice, or maybe because that angelic strawberry-honey smell is way too intoxicating up close) you don’t stop her, and she leans in and completes the kiss.

It’s soft. Smells sweet. Tastes sweeter.

Mitsuri’s lips are velvety and glossy-damp moving against yours. The scent you thought was honey is really honeysuckle—there’s a fresh floral quality to the taste as her lip balm is transferred from her mouth to yours.

The kiss only lasts a few seconds, but by the time she lifts back from you your lips are tingling. You cover your mouth with your hand like a damsel from a Victorian-era novel and stare wide-eyed at her.

“How was that? Your first kiss?”

“I—um, I liked it I think?”

Mitsuri smiles at you and it’s like a ray of sunlight falling down through a break in the clouds. “Yay! I’m glad.”

The two of you sit in silence for a second, and you wonder what you’re supposed to do now. Go back to studying? You’re not sure you’re capable of that when you feel like she’s…still kissing you. It hasn’t quite hit you yet that this is your first kiss—something special, something you’ll never forget. The feeling of Mitsuri kissing you is going to be written on your heart for the rest of your life.

What have I done? you think, but it’s not condemnatory. It’s a question, maybe neutral, maybe hopeful.

“Come on, come here,” Mitsuri says. “You need a little more practice.”

And then she’s kissing you again, all the while pulling you closer, closer, into her lap. She breaks the kiss just long enough to murmur to you to open your mouth. When you do, her tongue slips in, prodding gently between your lips and sliding up against yours. It’s a weird feeling—you can’t say with certainty that it feels good, but it doesn’t feel bad, either. It feels like something you could get used to.

This kiss is longer and deeper, and Mitsuri is sighing into the place where your lips meet. The kissing sounds are both embarrassing and thrilling. You can hardly believe that you’re actually doing this, kissing Mitsuri Kanroji in her bedroom and sitting in her lap with your thighs hovering over hers because you’re scared to let yourself press any deeper into her.

By the fourth kiss, you think you’re getting the hang of this. Your fingers are laced in Mitsuri’s hair, pulling her bangs out of the way so you can see her face clearly. Her eyes are hazy and intense, a warm glow suffusing her cheeks, and her lips are reddened. The feeling of not knowing whether you like having her tongue in your mouth or not is gone. You like it. You want more of it. You could do this all day.

…But apparently Mitsuri has something else in mind. She moves back and looks at you like she’s got a secret she’s dying to tell you. Her hands slide up your thighs, almost reaching the hem of the skirt you’re wearing—it’s knee-length, comfortable and practical for the weather—but with your legs spread over hers, the fabric is bunched up at the juncture of your hips and legs, exposing your thighs to view. Mitsuri’s fingernails (manicured, short blunt French tips, pale pink with stripes of gold near the nail bed) scratch painlessly into your skin. “You learn really fast, (Y/N).”

“Thanks…” you pant out.

“Can I do a little more? Just a little. ‘Cause, I mean, I don’t know if you’ve ever done this yourself—”

Oh. Oh? Mitsuri’s hand is creeping up under your skirt.

“—but it’s really good to have some experience with this, too, before you do anything with boys.”

She’s touching your pussy through your underwear. Those pretty manicured hands are stroking you through the fabric, fingertips sliding up between your lips with practiced precision. Oh god, can she feel how wet you are? You’ve felt that dewy heat growing at your core for a while, but you didn’t think she would touch you and feel it. “Mitsuri?”

“Are you already wet?” Two soft fingers pet your clit, moving over it side to side through your panties. “Did you get wet for me?”

“Mm—mm—Mitsuri…”

“Can I touch?” She pops her chin up and kisses you on the cheek, and then again on the other cheek, the side of your mouth, your forehead, all the while rubbing your pussy.

On the sixth teasing little kiss, you gasp and kiss her fully on the lips. “…okay?”

“Good…” Mitsuri smoothly pushes your ass up so she can hook fingers under the waistband of your panties and tug them down past your hips. You shift and let her do it—it feels like her touch is too hot, sending trails of warmth over every place where your skin meets. Her touch lingers even as you awkwardly straighten out of her lap for just as long as it takes to remove your panties and deposit them gracelessly on the floor.

Are you doing this right? Even with your shirt and skirt on, you feel more exposed than you’ve ever been in front of another person. You’ve never done anything remotely like this before—how weird is it that the first person to touch you is going to be a female friend? That you’re not doing this for the right reasons (and what are the ‘right reasons’? love? intimacy? desire?), but for practice?

Mitsuri settles you back onto her lap and slowly drags your shirt up over your bra. When the undergarment is exposed, she bites her bottom lip and sucks in a breath, and you feel eternally grateful that you, by some coincidence or trick of fate, decided to wear one of your nicer bras today. She cups the side of your breasts and runs her thumbs over the lacy wine-red fabric. “Beautiful…you’re so sexy, (Y/N). I can’t believe I get you all to myself.”

Your cheeks feel hot. Maybe desire is part of the equation after all.

Leaving your shirt bunched up over your tits, Mitsuri returns to your pussy, petting over your thighs and stroking up your mound. Her index finger dabs into the wetness leaking out of you and then circles around your clit.

Around your clit, not on it. If you didn’t know better, you’d think she’s deliberately not touching the place where you want— need to be touched. Her fingers are light and fluttery, not forceful in the least but making you crave more anyway. You try not to let your hips move, but before long you’re twitching on her fingers, trying to get her to do what you want. Your hands are braced uselessly on the headboard, but you hesitantly pick up your right hand to replace hers and touch your clit properly.

She isn’t having it. Her free hand catches yours before you can do anything. “Arms around my neck,” she tells you.

It’s frustrating to be unable to touch yourself when she just keeps building and building with these little flutters, but you trust her. Mitsuri’s a lot more experienced than you are. Slowly, you wrap your arms around her neck and wind your fingers into her loose hair.

Whatever she’s doing, though, it’s working. Even if you couldn’t feel how wet you are, you’d be able to hear it, the slick sucking sounds of your cunt dampened with your arousal. You’d be humiliated by the way it’s so obvious that you’re turned on if you were cable of thinking straight. Besides, Mitsuri doesn’t mind—at least not judging by the way she’s looking at you.

“Mitsuri…Mitsuri, can you…” You don’t know how to ask her, but you need more.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” Two fingers brush over your clit again and you almost flinch, the light contact sending a spark directly through you. “Tell me what you do when you do this by yourself.”

“I…um…it’s embarrassing…”

“It’s not embarrassing.” Mitsuri lays a short peck on your cheek. “Do you know how pretty you look? I could fall in love with you right now.”

It’s not serious. It’s just the kind of thing Mitsuri says without thinking, but your heart skips a beat anyway. “Touch—a little harder…”

“Where?”

“You know where!” you tell Mitsuri, with as much bite as you can muster.

Mitsuri smiles. “Here?” She pushes a finger into your pussy and you whimper. “Or…here?”

And she’s touching your clit, rubbing over it quickly and franticly, the first direct contact you’ve had since she started. The muscles in your back tense, legs stiffening, toes curling in your fluffy white socks. “Oh— oh, oh, oh— Mitsuri…”

“Does that feel good?”

After all her teasing, it feels more than good. It’s like you’re being filled up with something, some kind of heat that her fingers are bringing out in you, and it’s about to tip over and spill out. You rock your cunt against her fingers, trying to get her to go harder—but she’s already rubbing against you so quickly that you can’t think straight.

Two fingers slip deeper into your pussy, spreading you apart and pumping your slick cunt while her palm provides sloppy stimulation to your clit. You mewl and fall forward onto her, head thrown over her shoulder, so you can feel the vibration of her soft laughter in your chest. “Do you like it? I can tell…you know, your insides are holding me really tight….”

How does she say such dirty things with that pretty mouth? You’d tell her off if you thought you could speak without moaning. “Unff…mmm…”

“I’m going to make you cum, baby,” Mitsuri hums. “You’re going to cum on my fingers, okay?”

She’s right. You’re about to tip over that edge, overflow, get off with Mitsuri fucking you with two fingers twisting and hitting your g-spot and sliding over you so deliciously that you don’t even care that all of this is wrong. “I’m— I’m cumming—“

“Uh-uh.” Mitsuri’s hand stops, still touching but no longer moving, and the heat in your pussy plateaus and then dips.

You’re so frustrated you want to scream. “Mitsuri…!”

“Can you do something for me?” She resumes the teasing movements from before, edging over your clit but not finishing it. “Tell me who you really like.”

“What?”

“I know you like me.” Her free hand, around your waist, slides up and presses her thumb into the divot between two vertebrae in your spine. “When you were talking about your crush, I know it’s me. Tell me you like me.”

“I—I don’t—“

“No, you do. You like me. Say it. Say it, and I’ll let you cum. You want to cum, don’t you? You need it? I’m going to give you what you need, so tell me you like me…”

It’s not like she’s being cruel. Mitsuri’s tone is as sweet and kind and caring as ever. Her pace is agonizingly slow and she’s right, you need it. You’re lucky your chin is resting on her shoulder because you wouldn’t be able to stand it if she saw the look on your face as you choke out, “I like…I like you, Mitsuri! I like you!”

“I like you too, (Y/N),” Mitsuri gasps, and then her fingers are moving again, rubbing your clit, making you crazy, and it’s only a second but you want it so bad that you only need a second before you— you’re— you’re falling apart—

“Mitsuri!”

Oh god. Oh god. It feels good, it feels crazy. You can’t think. You can feel the muscles in your pussy squeezing down intermittently on her fingers. She holds you still as the shocks race up through you, letting you twitch and convulse in her arms.

“See now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Mitsuri sings in your ear.

It takes you a long moment to get the strength to sit up, flopping bonelessly backward on her thighs so you can look her in the eye. “I don’t know,” you sigh finally. “Wasn’t exactly easy.”

Her eyes close when she smiles. “Don’t worry about it. You just need a little more practice.”

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tsukifanbase · 4 years

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Headcannons for Obey Me! Brothers With An S/O Who’s Afraid of The Dark

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Authors Note: bro it’s like 1am over here, and I can’t get this outta my head lmao

Warnings: Mostly fluff, maybe some swearing here and there.

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Lucifer:

- this bitch already knows you’re afraid of the dark

- like who told him

- nobody knows but he is aware I promise you

- so when the power buzzed out in the house of lamenation

- let’s be real, he was probably lecturing mammon about something

- luci is like, ‘oh the power went out- oh shit’

- when I say he zoomed

- like the lights went out two seconds ago, he’s already knocking at your door

- “(MC)?”, he opens the door and finds you curled up on the floor, he sighs a bit in relief that you’re okay

- then immediately picks you up, and takes you over to the bed to hug you until the power comes back on

- there are little words said between the two of you, but you can bet he’s whispering things like, ‘it’s okay’ and ‘don’t worry darling, I’m right here’

Mammon

- 1000% did not know you were afraid of anything

- like he never really thought about it, so when the power shut down he was like, ‘oh this sucks but whatever’

- was lowkey holding a flashlight counting his grimm when he heard you knock on the door

- assumed it was one of his brothers, so he answered with, ‘come in! it’s unlocked!’

- he hears the door open and then shines his flashlight on you, he’s like ‘oh (MC) what’s up- wait’

- mammon notices you’re shivering, not from the cold but from fear

- he springs up and quickly walks over to you

- then places his hands on your shoulders, he can see you vaguely from the flashlight beam (he left it on the bed)

- “(MC) what’s wrong?”, he’ll ask, staring at you worried

- you’ll tell him you’re afraid of the dark and he’s so relieved

- like, ‘oh that’s all?’, he’s smiling at you, and he pulls you into his chest, giving you such a sweet hug

- “you’re okay now, human, your favorite demon’s got your back”

Beel

- you two were in the kitchen when the lights went out

- you were in the middle of talking about something from your day when the light flickered and then turned off

- immediately you stop speaking

- beel is still eating something when he’s like, ‘(MC), why’d you stop talking?’

- noticed the light went off but didn’t know why you just fell silent

- you don’t answer him, but he’s slightly more out at ease when you find him in the dark and clutch to his shirt.

- “hey what’s wrong?”, Beel keeps his food in one hand and wraps his other arm around you

- you explain you’re a tad bit afraid of the dark and he’s like, ‘oh ok’

- very chill about the whole thing

- will let you curl up on his chest while he continues munching on things

Belphie

- very similar to beel in how chill he is about the whole thing

- y’all are cuddling in your room when the nightlight you had turned off

- you were awake, unlike belphie, so you start shaking slightly, and it wakes him up

- belphie’s like, ‘bro what gives’ at first cos he dislikes being woken up, but then he notices you’re trembling

- “(MC)? What is it baby?”, he’ll lift his hand to rub his thumb over your cheek to calm you

- you explain, he nods in the darkness and wraps his arms around your waist, getting ready to go back to sleep

- “don’t worry, I don’t plan on letting anything hurt you”

- you’re like ‘thank you?’ lmao

Asmo

- most likely to tease you rip

- Asmo is helping you pick out an outfit for the next day when the lights turn off

- you immediately shuffle over to him, and clutch for dear life

- “(MC)?”

- you mumble quietly and explain that you’re afraid of the dark to him

- asmo straight up laughs a little, “oh (MC) how silly”

- don’t get me wrong, this boy is so sweet!

- immediately will encase you in a super tight hug, rocking the both of you back and forth slightly

- it’s very calming

- “when the lights come back on, we’ll do something fun! okay, (MC)?”

- he doesn’t mean this to be sexual but hun it’s asmo of course it is

Satan

- this boy is one to question the logic of your fear

- like you explain it and he’s like,

- ‘aren’t people afraid of the dark, really afraid of what’s in the dark? which is usually like a ghost or demon or something?’

- ‘should I be offended?’

- of course he says none of this to you, he’s already walking over to you to comfort you

- but he’s thinking it :)

- he was reading a book to you when the lights turned off so he was like, ‘oh I guess it’s bed time then’

- he doesn’t know you’re afraid of the dark for sure like luci, but he suspected as much

- this manz is very observant

- closes his book and then kneels beside where you were sitting on the bed

- “are you okay, my darling, (MC)?”

- you grab onto him and he chuckles and presses your head into his chest

- “don’t worry, my love, I’m not going anywhere”

Levi

- was playing video games when the power went out

- so he got bored and went to go find you

- not that he would ever admit to wanting to see you but we all know lmao

- levi finds you curled up in your bed so at first he thinks you’re asleep

- debates leaving you alone, but settles on just joining you

- he lies down next to you, and places his hand on your shoulder, and feels you shaking

- “mm? (MC) are you awake?”

- you reach out and wrap your arms around his waist

- he’s blushing like crazy, not that you can see bc of the dark but

- then he realizes something is wrong

- “(MC)?”

- he clutches you close as you tell him what’s wrong

- Levi chuckles to himself, and tells you how lucky you are that he just was casually passing by and decided to pop in

- he’s fooling nobody let’s be real lol

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hope y’all enjoyed! wohoo first post of the blog

#obey me #obey me brothers #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me belphie #obey me beel #obey me asmodeus #obey me levi #obey me imagines #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #lucifer x reader #beel x reader #belphie x reader #asmo x reader #satan x reader #levi x reader #lowkey real fun to write

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manage-mischief · 4 years

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Regulus Black and the Darkest Shadows: Chapter 10

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Author’s Note: Gah sorry I’m late! This week has been crazy! Thanks, as always, for your support/comments/favorites/kudos! Y’all are the best. Enjoy the new chapter! And, as per usual, thanks to my fabulous beta reader @leahstypewriter. Follow @manage-mischief on Tumblr for more excerpts/requests!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

December 25th, 1978

Narcissa sat across the table from Regulus, her hands folded daintily in front of her. She regarded him curiously, studying his features. Regulus had no idea what to say. He knew why she had wanted to talk to him. But he wasn’t going to be the first to admit it. He tried is best to look naïve and innocent.

“Lucius told me,” Narcissa finally whispered.

“Told you what?”

“Don’t do that, Regulus. Don’t pretend.” She looked genuinely concerned.

“Alright. So, Lucius told you. What do you want from me?” He answered coldly.

“Merlin, Reg!” Narcissa scolded, “Don’t treat me like I’m one of your Death Eater friends! I’m not here to hurt you. I want to help.”

“They’re not my friends,” Regulus whispered.

“What?”

“They’re not my friends. Not anymore,” he said, this time more boldly.

Narcissa stared at him like he was a wounded animal. “Oh Reg. Oh no.”

“Stop. I don’t need your pity or disapproval. You don’t…you don’t understand! I made mistakes, based on the lies our family has taught us! Now, I’m trying to make it right! You don’t understand what they want to do. What types of things they would have me do. You can ask your husband all about it!” Regulus snapped.

Narcissa winced from the obvious insult. “Lucius has…mentioned things. But Regulus, I’m not here to try and stop you. I’m not your mother. I’m here to warn you,” she said urgently.

“Warn me about what?”

“That night,” Narcissa explained, “Lucius didn’t go to the Dark Lord. He Apparated home. He told me what he saw. You and that Ravenclaw Muggleborn—or girl raised by Muggles, I don’t know. But he saw you and her protecting her Muggle family. You fought against the Death Eaters, despite the fact that you are supposed to be one yourself.” She gestured to his left arm. He remained absolutely still. Her intensity scared him. Regulus had never seen Narcissa like this before.

“Regulus, Lucius told me that you betrayed him. And worse, you betrayed the Dark Lord. Now, I don’t pretend to condone all of his methods, nor do I claim to be innocent. I have my reservations, like you, but also like you, don’t dare speak of them to my loved ones. I doubt that I’ll ever fully join myself. However, whatever knowledge I have or don’t have in regards to the Dark Lord, I know that you don’t betray He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and live to tell the tale. Worse, you don’t betray the family and get away with it,” his cousin hissed.

“For Merlin’s sake, Cissa. Mum and Dad would never kill me!”

“But you’d be as good as dead,” Narcissa said, solemnly. “You know how it is. When was the last time you spoke to Sirius? And me…I haven’t so much as seen Andromeda in years. She…she was my best friend, Regulus. And I’ve heard she has a daughter now and I’ve never even met her!” Narcissa’s voice broke, speaking about her disgraced sister. “My point is, you’re playing with fire. If you think your parents would protect you from You-Know-Who and risk their own reputation with one of the most powerful dark wizards the world has ever seen… you’re deluding yourself.”

Regulus’s heart raced. His head spun. He had known he was in danger, but Narcissa’s words made it more real, more tangible. There was a good chance that this Christmas could be his last. “So,” Regulus swallowed. “You’ve come to warn me. When will it happen? When is he coming?”

“He isn’t.”

Regulus’s jaw dropped. The Dark Lord wasn’t coming to kill him?

Narcissa exhaled. “Lucius told me about your rendezvous in the woods before he said anything to the Dark Lord. He knew how devastated I would be if I lost another one of my family members in this battle of ideals.”

Regulus was shocked. Lucius had protected him? He would have never dreamed… “But…what about the others? Macnair and the Carrows? Didn’t they…?”

“No,” his cousin replied firmly, “They have been dealt with.”

“Dealt with?”

Narcissa placed her head in her hands. “I begged Lucius to save you. He promised me he wouldn’t tell The Dark Lord, but he told me there were others who saw. So, we went to Azkaban and…” Her voice shook.

“And what, Cissa?”

“The Imperius Curse,” she whispered. “I used it on a guard. And I used the guard to Obliviate Macnair and the Carrows.”

Regulus paled. He looked across the table at his cousin, who was eerily calm. And Unforgivable Curse? His cousin had used an Unforgivable Curse for him? Regulus felt awful. Selfish, childish, and absolutely awful. Here he was, gambling away his life and he didn’t care one bit about that—but he never wanted innocent lives to be placed on the betting table. “Cissa…” he tried to comfort her.

“Don’t, Regulus. I would do it a million times over if it meant that you and the family would be safe. I’m not looking for pity. I’m a big girl, I can make my own choices. But please, please, whatever you do, be careful. I can’t ask Lucius to put his own life on the line by lying for you again. Please. Think about what you’re doing. Think about the family!” Narcissa was shouting, now.

“I am thinking about the family, Narcissa! I’m thinking about how I don’t want my only legacy to be death and pain and purity. I’m thinking about all this family has wanted me to do, and how long I’ve obeyed. I promise I will be more careful. But, I can’t promise you that I will go back to the way things were. For me, that would be a fate worse than death!” He shouted back, keeping his eyes glued to hers. The cousins were now standing inches from each other. Narcissa suddenly pulled him into a hard embrace. He returned the gesture.

“My Mum was right, Reg,” she whispered sadly into his chest. “You’re all grown up.”

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Christmas and New Year’s had come and gone. Regulus had never been more eager to return to Hogwarts. He had instructed his new friends not to write to him, lest the letters be stolen and someone discover his treachery. Owl Post was so often intercepted, these days. He especially missed Des, whom he had thought about very frequently ever since their encounter at the hospital wing. When Bellatrix had asked him if there were any interesting women in his life, he’d immediately said no. However, in the back of his mind, he thought of Des. Regulus had begun to realize that his feelings for her may have evolved beyond the strictly platonic. He’d mostly brushed the thoughts aside. There had been way too much going on as of late. But now, with no school, friends, or Death Eaters to occupy his time, he began to imagine what it would be like to kiss her, to hold her, to feel her body pressed up against his own. Warmth filled his chest whenever he thought of her infectious laugh, her biting wit, or even her dramatic outbursts. She was like gravity for his thoughts. She pulled his thoughts towards her forcefully and was almost impossible to resist. He chided himself each time his mind wandered; this was not the time to be fixating on a schoolboy crush. Yet, Regulus continued to think about her.

One lazy afternoon, Regulus was reading a book in his room. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see light flurries of snow gently falling outside his large bedroom windows, coating the city in the white dust. He set down his book to watch, his eyes drooping as he followed the flakes’ movements. Suddenly, he heard a small scuffle downstairs. Curious, Regulus got up and crept down the steps, past the horrifying wall of House Elf heads, to see what was going on. His nerves were on high alert as he heard something—someone, breathing in the living room. His parents were not set to be home for a few more hours, and his mother had taken Kreacher with her...Who was here? Placing a hand on his wand, which was securely placed in his back pocket, he jumped through the threshold of the door into the living room to catch the intruder.

“Des?” Regulus was shocked to find his friend lounging on his downstairs couch in broad daylight. He felt his heart flutter in his chest. She looked at ease and utterly gorgeous. “How–wh-what are you doing here?”

Des’s eyes glinted mischievously. She stood up, painstakingly slowly, and walked to Regulus. Her hips swung seductively with each step. Her tight top hugged her waist, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach. Regulus swallowed hard. If his parents found her here...with him...

“We should be careful,” he managed to choke out, just as Des reached him. She stood before him, hands on hips, as if she was waiting for something.

“Well?” Des asked in a casual, expectant voice. She cocked an eyebrow and smirked, running the tip of her tongue over her soft, pale pink lips.

Regulus rushed forward to close the space between them, crashing his lips into hers. The moment he kissed her, all of his confusion faded away. She tasted better than anything he’d ever known. It was like quidditch and laughter and Honeydukes’s best chocolate, all wrapped up in the package of her lips. She breathed into him, her lips parting as he slid his tongue deeper into her mouth. Regulus felt his breath hitch as she wrapped her arms behind his neck.

His body followed his desires. He slid his hands down her back, relishing in her curves as he reached his target. Regulus lifted her with ease, and she responded by wrapping her legs around his waist. She was close. So close. Her thighs squeezed around him, providing a pleasant pressure. Des rocked into him, her moaning muffled by Regulus’s mouth on hers. How was this happening?

Regulus held her tighter and made for the couch, placing her down on the plush pillows. She released his neck and brought her hands above her own head, squirming with delight as he trailed kisses down her chest. Regulus groaned gutturally. He wanted her. “Are you ready?” He whispered in a low, throaty voice. Des opened her mouth, prepared to respond to his urgent plea.

But, instead of speaking, an odd, metallic clanging emerged from her throat. Regulus jumped up, frightened. “What the?” Suddenly, he felt a jolt of pain in his side.

Regulus opened his eyes. He was sprawled on the living room floor, next to the couch where he’d just been dreaming of Des not a moment earlier. He groaned, this time in frustration. Well, if he had any doubts about his feelings for Des before, they had definitely been resolved now. The odd, metallic clanking continued. The doorbell.

The doorbell turned into a light knocking on the door. As soon as the knuckles hit the wood, his Dark Mark began to burn furiously. Regulus bit his cheek to keep from crying out. Whoever this was--and Regulus was sure he knew--was not going to leave that easily. Fearful, Regulus tread down the hallway to answer the door. When he peered through the keyhole, his worst fears were confirmed. The Dark Lord was standing on his doorstep.

Regulus thanked Merlin he remembered the Occlumency lessons Snape had given him last year. He took a deep breath, closed off his mind as best he could (although he was still unsure if this would be enough to stop Voldemort from viewing his thoughts) and opened the door to his former master. He’d have to get very good at lying very quickly. His mind went into autopilot, ignoring the adrenaline coursing through his veins. This was life or death.

Voldemort smiled—which made his snake-like face look more terrifying than if he were frowning—and glided in. “You know, Regulus,” he spoke in a high, cold voice, “I don’t often come into London to make personal calls. Consider this an honor.” He paused and glanced at the younger boy.

Regulus realized Voldemort was waiting for him to bow. Shakily, he bent, his eyes fixed on the dusty carpet beneath his feat. “Please, have a seat. To what do I owe this honor, my Lord?” Had Lucius lied to Narcissa? Had the Dark Lord found out about the night on the Hogsmeade Trail?

Voldemort sat gracefully in an ornate, high back chair. He treated it like a throne, grasping the armrests with his long, white fingers. “I haven’t seen my youngest recruit in so long, dear boy! I thought it polite to check in. That is, after all, why I knocked on the front door.” His malicious smile stretched wider across his pale face.

“Th-Thank you, my Lord.” Oh, how Regulus wished his parents had been home. He couldn’t stand the intensity of Voldemort’s red eyes on his face, the cold air that seemed to envelop him like a cloak.

“You are quite welcome. And also, quite wise to believe that I am not merely here for pleasantries, Regulus. I have a favor to ask of you.”

Regulus dug his fingernails into his palm, using all of his willpower to keep his voice steady and his mind closed. “Of…of course my Lord. Though, I am young, and could hardly hope to accomplish as much as some of my more experienced compatriots.”

“Oh, do not worry. This is a simple favor. Barely even requires a thought.” Voldemort folded his hands as he regarded the wizard in front of him.

“You know, dear Regulus, you remind me a lot of myself, when I was young.” He waited, as if he expected Regulus to say something. However, Regulus could barely process the swords, let alone respond to them.

Voldemort’s smile faded a bit. “I know you were about to argue that you could never, not even in your wildest dreams, hope to achieve what I have. And you would be right, of course. However, your spirit, it…impresses me. You are descended from greatness, as I was—you are aware that I am descended from Salazar Slytherin himself, of course. You are a handsome, talented young boy, who has a bright future ahead of him. Yet, you see beyond. You understand there are greater things in life than success. You strive for greater principles than money and prestige.”

Internally, Regulus laughed. Greater principles. If he only knew. “Thank you, my Lord.”

“And so, this is why I come to you, today. You have reached a higher stage of moral reasoning at 17 years old than most adults will in their lifetime.”

“What exactly is it you require of me, my Lord?” Regulus asked, hoping to end this conversation as soon as possible. Though he had decent skills as an Occlumens, he had never been as good as Severus, and could feel his thoughts struggling against the vice within which he had trapped them.

“I am in need of a house elf.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow. That was all? He needed his house elf? “Of-Of course my Lord. Will you be requiring Kreacher’s services now?”

“No, no, not today. I am afraid it is too late to make the journey today,” Voldemort mused. “Tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow will do. I shall pick him up tomorrow, and he will help me perform the…errand, I require.”

Regulus sighed in relief. “Very well, my Lord. Tomorrow, then. Kreacher is a good elf, sir,” He added, putting in a good word for the elf whom he cared for.

“I don’t doubt it. Thank you for your time, young Mister Black. I shall be seeing you soon, my boy.” There was a crack, and Voldemort was gone. Regulus collapsed back into his chair, almost giddy at the fact that he had managed to hide his betrayal from Voldemort. If he ever saw Severus again, he would thank him a million times over for the Occlumency lessons. Still relieved, knowing that he himself was not asked to perform any tasks for Voldemort, he cheerfully summoned Kreacher.

“Yes, Master Regulus?” the elf popped into the room as soon as his name was called.

“Kreacher, I have a very important job for you. And remember, it’s just Regulus.” Regulus smiled at the elf.

“Kreacher would be honored to perform any such task that Ma-…Regulus…deems important.”

“The Dark Lord requires a house elf to run an errand with him. He will come for you tomorrow and take you for the day. Do what he says, and then come back home? Alright?”

“Yes, of course, Regulus!” His huge eyes gleamed. “Is that all?” Kreacher asked. Regulus nodded and watched as Kreacher happily sauntered out of the room.

Regulus climbed the stairs up to his own bedroom, wanting to finish his book. His heart was still beating faster than a hummingbird’s as he lounged on the mattress. He smiled as he read. He had escaped wrath from the forest battle, he had survived an encounter with Voldemort. Perhaps, he thought to himself, life was looking up.

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sacks-of-kittans · 4 years

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I fucked hated Rhea, what did you think of her? She doesn’t do shit for a majority of the routes post time skip.

Oh I don’t hate Rhea .

She had some raw ass lines in Crimeson flower that made me fall for the voice actor (Cherami something...Sailor Venus)

Her whole character is funny to me. This million year dragon lady, lost her mother, and someone made a sword out of her mother’s spine, so she’s suffering and clearly time did not heal all wounds. Then she wants to bring her mom back from the dead and ends up with like fake people, one who has enough freedom to go get married and gets pregnant

Lowkey theory that might have been proven, the blood Rhea put in Jeralt’s blood made him love for a very long time which is why he forgot his age and he doesn’t age. (Someone probably has made a better long post about it

But then she loses her relationship with Jeralt when her fake human daughter gives birth to a silent baby. But he still loves his baby and goes into hiding. All you done for that mullet braid man, extending his life, making his wife, and appointing him to being the leader of the best knight group. Just went up and left. Felt like Rhea was having that Schitts Creek moment where David is saying fuck on his wedding day.

So then 21 years later, Jeralt gets found by the three leaders of the continent. Which by the way one hates her guts, one lowkey wants her gone but isn’t gonna do anything and the other is stale bread (listen pre time skip Dimitri made me wanna be a student and bully his ass)

Jeralt straight up lies to her saying the kid who clearly is the silent baby isn’t the silent baby. Like look at that face, look at how Byleth just stands there and doesn’t have a million questions. How you know my dad? He dated a nun? My dad can’t flirt, look at that mullet braid! Why does this Leonie girl know my dad???? No Byleth is like oh I’m a teacher now okay. Like who just does that?? Byleth has the social skills of a fucking stick but leave them with the most important people on the continent.

My favorite thing is Rhea’s lowkey enemy is a teenage girl who is a bit socially awkward

Western church arc also funny. I know no one knows about Rhea being serios. But she makes a religion based around her mom and then these western church fucks wanna say they know more than her! Also! Wouldn’t people be suspicious Rhea is ageless and has been the pope for how long?? She knows the canon of the Bible more than them.

“Yeah go kill Sylvain’s stupid brother he’s being annoying” and then y’all do it, and if you’re sick like me, I always bring Sylvain alone to kill his brother.

I also like how she has a fan club like the students lowkey do. Cathrine and Cyril loving Rhea as much as they do. I mean it’s understandable, but Byleth just exists and Cathrine is like “hey Rhea likes you, but I should be number one is Rhea’s book you plain ass fish net wearing bag of flour.” Byleth just fucking takes that. Rhea did help them, but why did she let so many people live in abyss but didn’t make Cathrine?

Now that Rhea has her perfect grandchild her (brother?) Seteth is giving her shit cause she was trying to resurrect her mother and ended up with a silent kid. Seteth also is doing some fucking snooping which only annoys her cause she should have thought of that first but was so busy with so much shit happening and now she has her annoying ass little brother bothering her.

Haven’t finished Golden deer route but now the slithers in the dark people are getting a little more cocky and really being annoying and she’s gotta take care of that too but can’t do a full assault. I wanna know why Uncle Ardunal(? Who cares he’s evil) Patricia, and those who slither in the dark are connected. What did the gain from the tradgey of Duscur. They probably chose the empire to torture the royal children because there was like 10 of them and had a cocubine system, but the kingdom had only one kid as a possible future leader so it’s like they gotta be sneaky. They probably did think of the alliance but they didn’t have any future leader kids at the time .

She runs the knights, she runs a school full of brat kids, she runs a religion, what can’t she do? (Bring her mom back from the dead)

Now Rhea probably left the nobility in charge because the people to have crests in the first place were the dragon people (they start with the letter N) and got with humans which led to like certain families having crests right (?). She won the war against nemesis, so I guess that’s what your allowed to do once you win a war, start a government, appoint people in charge of smaller portions of the land. Almost 2,000 years later tho it back fires with a small group of people who believe in nemesis and experiment on noble kids to put 2 crests in them. Rhea had other priorities. She just got the chance of the life time to be a grandma.

My interapatation on Rhea reuniting with Byleth is nicer than what other people think. Some people think she’s so happy to get her vessel back and her mother is coming home. I kinda saw it as Rhea making up for lost time of her grand baby and genuinely loved that blank stare Byleth had. I mean she gives Byleth a job with better social interaction than staying with Jeralt mercanery band. Rhea made sure Byleth is fed, adjusting, and is overly caring but whatever she’s just happy. Telling Byleth everything at once might scare the poor kid. She loved Byleth up until Byleth betrays her for that snarky little teenager that keeps talking about wanting to change the god damn world she has been in charge of for HOW MANY YEARS. “You think you can do a better job than ME! I’ve been doing this job for 2,000 year girly!” And Edelgard is like lol watch this I’m about to ruin this woman’s career. After that shit Rhea regrets a shit ton and just wants the crest stone back so she can start over and make a fake human name better Byleth 2.0 last name won’t betray Rhea.

I just think she shouldn’t have made Byleth a teacher right out the gate. Byleth’s never been inside of a school, can they read or write(?) they thought Jeralt’s handwriting was too neat, has the same level of social skills as Geralt the Witcher whose two lines are grunt and fuck, and has not one lock of knowledge of the church, but make them a god damn professor. You put a 21 year old in a position where they gotta win the respect of some bratty rich kids, a girl who thinks your dorky dad is the coolest person ever, some shut ins, and others, I bet Byleth tried to win them over with alchol, cause no way all those kids saw socially awkward Byleth being strong and that being enough to win them over, they would just clap Byleth a freak or a monster.

Rhea goes through a lot and it’s fair she’s mostly the way she is. I also think with all the shit Edelgard goes through she also has a right to be angry. Looking at Rhea through mostly pre-time skip is fucking funny, and I don’t think she’s bad but the game really did the whole here’s your cake you’re not allowed to enjoy with her character.

#let Rhea say fuck

#fire emblem #ask #anon

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eerythingisshaka · 5 years

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Moronic Jealousy

(M’Baku x Reader)

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Fluff and Smut,

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ATHENA!!! 🎉🎉🎂🎂🎁🎈💕💋

I fully intended on posting this on the actual day, had the plot and everything but this week was, whew chile! So after some selfcare, I finally got a story for you @muse-of-mbaku! Happy Birthday and I hope New Orleans treats you well. Continue to be great, break necks, and make moves! This is inspired by a part of A Different World episode between Jaleesa and Walter. Soon as I saw it on Prime Video, I been wanting to use it as fanfic fodder. It’s silly, so I hope you like it!

“So then I was like ‘Put the pussy on the chainwax!’” Michelle cackles out loud as you and Adriene look at each other, telepathically wondering if your friend has gone insane.

“Honey, why would you say that in traffic court? I enjoy the enthusiasm, but it’s misguided.” Adriene states, leaning into her glass of moscato.

“You just don’t get it. (Y/N), you get what I was trying to say, right?” Michelle looks to you.

After several seconds of gulping air to find the words you respond. “To me you just added a charge of animal cruelty on top of not having a working headlight, so I’d put you up for 3 years if it was my word, but Adriene is the jury here.”

Girls night is your favorite night of the week. It’s a tradition that has been hard to keep up with given the busy weekdays you all shared, but in a way that made the final connect all the more sweeter. And what comes with that is your favorite pastime: Drunk Courtroom.

“Man, you ALWAYS take Adri’s side in this.” Michelle pouts, blowing a 3B curl out of her face.

“That’s what the judge does! My jury tells me what to do- I think I need to cut you off of the Barefoot, cuz…” You slide the bottle closer to you on the coffee table.

“No, that ain’t my problem! You really bossy since your engagement to Timbuktu.” Michelle cheeses into her glass.

Your jaw drops, scoffing. “Oh my God, how many times I gotta tell you to stop calling him that! Especially now that he is my future husband, chill with alldat.”

Michelle giggles, pushing you a little. “Can I play a little?? You landed a gold mine, or should I say vibranium mine with him as your catch. See what happens when you put the pussy on the chainwax?”

“Once again. I. Don’t. Understand. That. Phrase.” You clap between each word in frustration. “Besides. He doesn’t work with the vibranium, he handles Jabari wood, which is just as sacred and important.”

“It sure the hell is.” Adriene says out the side of her mouth. “I bet his wood is handled very properly, hence the ring….”

“Stop.”

Michelle chimes in with a seductive tone. “Does he wax his own wood, or do you do it for him?”

“Guys.”

“Is that what he names it? Jabari? ‘Jabari needs some attention…’ or whatever?” Adriene inquires with an M’Baku impression that sounded more like Vincent Price.

“Fuck off y’all, damn!” You get up in embarrassment to get some ice cream from the fridge as Adriene and Michelle balk in laughter. Don’t nobody know how to cut you down from your high horse like your friends.

“Ok, ok. My bad, we just playing with you!” Michelle calls out.

Adriene cosigns. “Can you blame us? Mr. Perfect out here wining and dining you, leading a whole damn tribe and slaps a rock like that on your finger? Don’t pay attention to us.”

Sitting back on the couch you lick your spoon instead of your wounds; the vanilla, brownie, caramel combo soothing you as you hold out your left hand.

Two weeks ago, M’Baku took you on a gondola ride that set the mood for romance just right. You weren’t expecting anything to come from it but some snuggles with your love but when the boat looped back to dock, rose petals covered the path a nearby fountain, fanciful luminarias shaped in a heart on the ground marked the spot where he led you. One of his cousins was there to shoot the moment as M’Baku got down on one knee and spoke his sweet words to you. You couldn’t pay attention to their context because you were sobbing so much but knowing him they were profound and loving. When you said yes he couldn’t stop hooting in the dead of night, hugging you tightly, kisses unabating. He hasn’t stopped holding your hand since because ‘the ring is so heavy.’

“Yeah, well I still can’t stand y’all heffas.” You grumble, rocking into them side to side.

“I wanna play a new game. Adri, pick something, child.” Michelle directs, pouring her glass to the brim again.

“I’m three years older than you, but go off I guess.” Adriene mutters under her breath, pulling her braids back in thought. “How about...Telephone!”

You scoff at her suggestion. “You need at least 10 people for that game to be effective. Pick something else.”

“What’re you talking about? All you need is some phone numbers and gumption to cold call people.” Adriene says with lip smack, pulling out her phone.

Michelle groans. “Girl, you talkin bout crank calling people, not telephone. Telephone is the whisper challenge for people with a lot of friends basically.”

“Ohhh, you right! Ok, so crank calls. Let’s make em!” Adriene picks up a handful of hot cheetos, munching excitedly. “And Michelle should go first since she so smart or whatever!”

Michelle screws her face up. “No! If I apparently lost Courtroom, I’m sitting out first round. (Y/N), start things off.”

“I don’t feel like it.” You whine, not entirely joking. The moscato and late hour of the night made for a deadly combo.

“Pleeeease. One round! Ooh, to make it interesting, how about calling Tim?” Michelle asks sneakily.

“His name is M’Baku!” You exclaim.

“That’s neither here nor there. I wanna see this! Wake his ass up!” Adriene says, bouncing in her seat.

You lay the ice cream down, picking up your phone regretfully. “What do I even say?”

That’s all Michelle had to here. “Ok, so check it. You call him and change your voice a little to make it seem like you’re someone else and just catch his reaction.”

“Pretend he got child support payments due!” Adriene offers.

“You always gotta be extra, Adriene! But he’ll know it’s me. This ain’t the 90s no more and he has my number after all.”

Michelle brushes your doubt away. “Just *67 him! It still works today, trust me…” her voice trails off as she sips from her glass shaking her head in an apparent flashback.

“O....k. I’ll try it, but soon as he knows its me, I’m cutting it. I don’t wanna stress my baby.” You say, lowkey getting excited by the approaching tease. Adriene cuts the music they were playing as you dial in silence.

The phone rings on speaker phones ominously as you wait for M’Baku to pick up, fully expecting him to say your name and catching you instantly.

“Hello?” He says sleepily.

You pause, words leaving your brain as Adriene and Michelle mime things to say.

“Uh, bueno, I’m so sorry for the late call.” You say, lowkey butchering a Spanish accent as you hang your head in shame, certain you are caught already.

You hear rustling on M’Baku’s end as he moves. “Well, may I ask who is this?”

You hated this already but push your way through the conversation. “This is...Daniella? Um, lo siento. Pero, a friend of mine gave me your number to call so I could introduce myself.”

“What friend?” He asks curtly.

You look to your girls for help on this one as they mouth names.

“Uhhh, Terrance? Michelle’s brother.” You say hesitantly. They had only met a couple times at group events, so they were hardly friends but it is the best you have to make a connection.

“Ohhh, Terrance, yes, we are wonderful friends. Known him for years.” M’Baku says perking up. You make a face at the phone as he lies so effortlessly. “So can I help you with something, Ms. Daniella?”

“Well, you may not know me but I have seen you at the gym a few times, y I was muy impressed by su cuerpo y musculos….sorry! I meant your body and muscles, I’m always slipping that way.” You say playfully to keep up your Spanish identity.

“No, it is alright. I speak Spanish fluently so si quieres, podemos hacerlo-”

“No! No, but thank you!” You clutch your chest as your heart pounds nervously. No way in hell your high school Spanish could keep up with his. “But, maybe we could meet in person and study our native tongues together.” You throw that in for good measure. Michelle almost howls out at your brazenness.

M’Baku chortles out loud, and you know you are caught. Shaking your head as he laughs at you, you almost start to reveal the prank and ask him to knock it off.

“I have never been so enchanted by a woman I have yet to meet. You have piqued my interest, Daniella, I cannot lie.”

“Really? Oh, you are making me nervous now. I thought for sure you would have someone already keeping your attention. You are just so handsome.” You waited on edge for his response. This is when you will surprise him that the woman he is about to talk about in his life is the one pranking him.

“Nooo, I try to keep my personal life as stress free as possible. And I am very relaxed right now, so I would love to meet you sometime.”

You can hear the smile in his voice as his baritone shines through, and you are disgusted. That voice that made you quiver is intentionally being used for another woman, imaginary or not. You couldn’t look at your friends for fear of breaking down.

“Wonderful! How about tomorrow night, 8pm? Since you are free…” You try your best to keep up the art of seduction but it is waning fast.

“Perfect. We can meet at this nice restaurant by the Lake Kenoba. It’s beautiful at that time of evening.”

“Perfect! See you then.”

Hanging up the phone, you look to Michelle and Adriene who are staring back at you, mouths agape.

“That didn’t go as planned.” You say, tossing your phone aside on the couch cushions.

“Why the hell did you pretend to be a date for him? I can’t believe he’s playing us...I mean you!!” Adriene exclaims.

Michelle pats your back. “Now now, don’t get so up in arms. I bet you five he is pranking you back. No way in hell he actually fell for that. Your Russian accent was so far left field, I couldn’t-”

“It was Spanish!” You say defensively. Michelle just makes a face, looking to Adriene for help.

“Ok, well, honestly I agree with Michelle on this. He is a smart man, and loves you to death up until now. No way this is a sign of anything else. Right?”

You sit back on the couch looking to the ceiling to search your thoughts for anything that may have lead to a sign of this coming. “Guys, I don’t meant to kick y’all out but I need to be alone.”

They both try to convince you to not think too much into the whole conversation, but that was impossible. Soon as they left, you were pacing the floor, channeling Angela Bassett circa Waiting to Exhale. If the band on your ring wasn’t vibranium, you would burn it with his clothes. Instead, you come to a moment of clarity. Maybe they are right and he isn’t a low down, dirty dick ass cheater. Maybe.

You pick your phone up and text him a ‘Hey babe!’ with a kissy face. His response is quick, giving you an equally affectionate hello text.

You text him asking for some time to see him tomorrow night at 8pm. Same time as Maria, or Lisbeth, or whatever name you gave yourself. You see the bubbles pop up and disappear several times on screen, driving you insane. Now he takes his time to reply?!

He says he cannot make it, meeting with family that day. You offer to come with, but he says it is private. Too private for your future WIFE to be apart of??

You end the conversation, not bothering to respond. Your phone dings again but you don’t bother checking it out. As you make your way to bed, you look up on Amazon for gasoline cans and bleach with one day shipping guarantees.

The next day, you are in a hazy cloud of dread. Your concentration at work is gone, you barely could eat lunch, and Michelle and Adriene keep blowing up your phone asking for updates, which there were none. Your fears had already been confirmed so what more was there to talk about?

That’s when your brain hatches up a plan. You were gonna catch him in the act, no doubt about it. When you got off work, you went to your place to gather an overnight bag and head over to his. He won’t even feel like going out when you were through ‘being his peace’.

Pulling up, you knock on his door at 6:30pm. M’Baku opens the door, shirtless in his joggers.

“(Y/N), what are you-”

“I figured after you are through with your family, we could hang out!” You say hurriedly, walking briskly past him as he stares at you in confusion while you toss your bag aside.

M’Baku walks over to you, arms crossed. His pics substantiated by his stance and bold tattoos across them. “Did you text me before getting here?”

You swiftly turn to him, taking off your jacket and shoes. “No, not at all. Should I have? Am I interrupting something?”

M’Baku furrows his brow looking from your bag to you. “Like I said, I made plans with family at 8, so I am in the process of getting ready.”

You blink a couple times, holding your chest. “Oh, oh! Don’t let me stop you, Timbuktu! You do all you need and keep it moving, I’ll be upstairs chilling.” You pick up your bag and head up.

“Tim- Have you seen Michelle today? Why are you calling me that? And what is in the bag love?” M’Baku calls after you.

You don’t answer as you head to his bedroom and get undressed, grabbing a shirt of his out of the dresser to put on as a night gown.

“You got a lotta questions for me, but I ain’t asked you a damn thing. SO don’t worry about me, just go on your little date...with your family. I’ll do your laundry while you’re gone, how’s that?” You give him a tight smile as you crawl up in bed, turning on the TV on almost full blast.

M’Baku’s belly jiggles as he chuckles to himself with his hands on his hips before going to check your bag.

“Get outta my stuff!” You exclaim, getting up to pull his hand away from inside.

This is an obvious trap as M’Baku swiftly wraps you up in his arms, staring you down with a cold, calculative expression. “Where’s the gas can you ordered? Bleach?”

You shrank in his grasp as you wiggled to make him put you down. Damn that shared Amazon account.

You stand up to him defiantly. “Where’s Daniella, hm? She meeting you at that restaurant, right?”

M’Baku’s expressions cracked into a smirk. You wanted to rip those full lips off of his face. “It’s about time you brought it up.”

You exhale sharply. “Why? Because I should’ve always known? I should’ve suspected it a long time ago that you been two timing me?” You are shrill as you crawl into his bed in the fetal position.

M’Baku groans as he sit on the edge of the bed in front of you. “Come on, my adored one. Is that what you think of me?”

You shake your head, long faced. “Of course not, until she called you.”

“But it was you! You called me!”

“You didn’t know that!”

M’Baku laughs out loud, slapping his knee. You push on his broad back with your feet to try and get him off the bed to no avail. “Aye, you think I believed that wasn’t you but a random woman who attends my gym, that I haven’t even noticed has any female participants at the early hour I go. And is also friends with a sibling of your friend who I have only seen less than a handful of times?”

“Then why did you lie and say you knew him for years?”

“I was trying to break you out of character! But you fell into it, so I kept going along to pull the wool over your eyes instead. Plus, your Japanese accent was borderline offensive.” M’Baku says softly, bringing his hand to your cheek, brushing it with his thumb.

“IT WAS SPANISH! Why would I SPEAK Spanish while sounding Japanese.”

M’Baku’s body shakes a little as his face strains to hold back his childish laughter.

“You are diabolical.” You mutter, attempting to nip at his fingertips.

M’Baku gave you a gap toothed smile big enough to make the earth quake. “Don’t blame me, your friends have gotten you into trouble with me plenty of times before but we make up, always.”

You huff as you turn to the TV to remain bothered. “I’m not ready to make up.”

M’Baku lays his head back on your belly, talking to the ceiling. “What if I told you I made reservations at the aforementioned restaurant and I had planned to come by and pick you up to expose your plan. Hm?”

Your heart falls at this revelation. You would’ve loved to have seen that happen, and that restaurant had bread and butter you would kill to consume right now, and pack extras in your purse. But jumping to conclusions ruined that as it is your Olympic sport, gold medal winner.

“M’Baku, I’ll give it to you that I shouldn’t have thought that you would two time me, especially without talking to you first. But I still don’t like that you tricked me. You drug it out on me too long.”

M’Baku rolls over, his head traveling up your arm to your neck, kissing behind your ear and humming. The vibrations of his voice tickled you along with his breath but you ignore the dopamine flowing through you, lying perfectly still and unphased.

M’Baku picks his head up, tutting at you as he gets off the bed to head for the restroom. Next sound you hear is the shower coming on. You hope he doesn’t think you’re joking about not wanting to go out now because you were firmly in that frame of mind.

His 1000 count sheets caressed your skin nicely as you snuggled under his down comforter. That coupled with the pitter patter of the shower left you fighting your eyelids to watch the TV screen and losing.

You were awakened by the shift of weight on the bed, M’Baku wrapping his arm around your midsection to pull up behind you, breathing in the coconut and shea scent of your hair before resting his hand fully encompassing one of your breasts.

Instinctively, you hold his arm tightly. “I’m still mad at you.”

“Eh, I know.” His lips graze your ear lobe, making you flinch.

“And I don’t wanna go to dinner with you.”

“The reservation time passed. You slept through it.”

“Did you go eat without me?” You ask.

M’Baku’s hand moves to travel up your thigh. “I’m not going anywhere when you’re laying in my bed.”

You start to feel warm all over, a familiar sensation begs you to give in. “Whatever man.”

M’Baku’s groan rumbles through his body as he reaches under your nightgown/his shirt, grazing your fupa, playing in your tuft of hair between your legs. “I don’t want to bed you while you’re angry…”

Your hand clutches his forearm desperately as your legs part slightly involuntarily. “You think I’m that easy?”

M’Baku’s plush lips falls on your neck softly. “No. That’s why you are perfect for me. I never worked so hard in my life to get what I want.”

His wide hand pushes your legs apart farther as they plunge between your thighs, palming your pussy. His fingers finding your wetness with ease.

You gasp, hips bucking for friction against his hand. “I think I need a little more convincing…”

“At your service.” M’Baku crawls under the covers. You giggle as you lie on your back watching his frame under the blanket make mountains to get to your lower portion. Feeling yourself spread underneath the covers without him in sight is exhilarating for you. You feel his breath on you as he exhales with built up lust. When his tongue spreads across your lips your back concaves in aching relief. M’Baku’s tongue goes into a rhythm between your inner labia, flicking your clit every so often. The pulsations of his pace threaten your sanity as you try to sit up, crawling backwards slightly, but M’Baku’s arms wrap around your hips to keep you in place.

He seems to punish you for you resistance, focusing now solely on your clit, sending you into a tizzy. Sounds like a Campbell’s chicken noodle soup commercial under the covers with all the slurping and lip smacking he shamelessly devotes to taste every drop of you. You’re blubbering his name, peppering encouragements with begs for mercy as you feel your orgasm wash over your body. All of the stimulation happening underneath the blanket elevated your pleasure sensors as you couldn’t see the source. You had to see him or you would for sure lose your mind. Pulling the blanket back, you see his cheeks hollowing out, maintaining pressure on your clit, eyes deviously trained on yours as he penetrated you with a couple of his fingers.

This is much worse for you now, but at least you can take it out on him instead of the blanket.

“God, I’m cumming on your face right fucking now, Baku.” You squeal, fingers gripping his hair as your hip flexors strain to hold back from crushing his skull .

He turns you lose of his mouth finally, crawling up to you to tongue your down, tasting yourself along with him.

“It seems our native tongues were pretty well together.” M’Baku growls, pulling you down by your legs and he pulls his joggers off, dick unfurling full and ready. “Have I convinced you yet?”

You claw above your head for something, anything to hold onto. “You’re getting there. It’s just, my gut is telling me something else.”

“I can fix that…” M’Baku licks his lips, reaching to take your shirt off over your head, squeezing you titties like fresh picked fruit. You both groan from the touch, his eyes entranced by your nipples as they draw him in, working his neck to lap his tongue around your areola until its peak is reached.

You lick your lips, biting them as reach down between the two of you for his dick, stroking it slowly. You feel him expand in your hand as his moans concentrate on your nipple as he continues to suck, vibrating against your sensitivity.

He comes off of your breast with a pop, smiling devilishly. “What are you doing? I’m supposed to be pleasing you tonight, my love.”

“This pleases me, Baku. This does.” You whisper as you continue to ready him.

M’Baku smiles into your mouth, kissing you as you wrap your arms around his neck, laying back as you wrap your legs around him, walls contracting excitedly awaiting his entry.

M’Baku maintains eye contact as you feel his tip pressing into you before the sensation of stretching you makes you break; closing your eyes and mouth falling wide as his girth slowly navigates your canal.

M’Baku mirrors you as your tightness affects him as well, wrapping his hand around your neck lightly before tonguing your tonsils out hungrily. His hips activate against yours moving in shallow motions to prepare you before taking his strokes longer and longer until his entire length massages your insides beautifully.

“Fuck, you feel good.” M’Baku groans as he punches the headboard once for good measure, laying his body flush with your, kissing your neck and clavicle as his strokes picked up pace.

You gasp as if you’re drowning, clutching onto his arm, kissing his tattoo band gratefully. “Ohh, my gut is telling me something much different now.”

“What’s it telling you?” M’Baku grunts in your ear.

“It’s telling me to marry the man attached to this dick.” You say before your voice hitches from the wave of pleasure flooding over you, seizing your body up. The sweet cacophony of his skin slapping against yours signals M’Baku’s enjoyment of you in this moment, trapped between your legs as stare into each other’s eyes threateningly. He pulls out of you, rolling you over to give your ass a slap.

“You need to be on your knees then.” M’Baku commands.

You try your best to do as you are told, aftershocks between your legs threaten their stability as you get into position, rubbing yourself lightly as you lie in wait. Your head is against the mattress as you watch him stroke himself as he plants his hand on your lower back, kissing your cheeks audibly, smacking them both after.

“I don’t think I have convinced you properly of my devotion, love.” M’Baku says, rubbing the tip of his dick between your swollen labia.

You inhale sharply. “I’m past that, don’t worry about that baby. Just please-”

“Don’t interrupt me. You talk a lot but not when it counts. I want to hear you when I am inside you.”

You push yourself towards him, trying to geolocate the dick. “Ok, I will, I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” M’Baku says, spreading your knees father apart before sliding back into you, causing you to illicit a guttural moan.

“You fill me up so good, Baku.” You inhale sharply as he works himself inside you roughly. He bounces his hips against your cheeks with slow deliberate strokes. Bam, bam, bam! The force pulls you back on his dick with each thrust, eventually leading you to bounce against him on your own.

“Ah, that’s better. Come to me like you came over here to tell me off.” M’Baku says, rubbing your ass.

Biting your lip, you pick up your bounce, arching. “I don’t play when it comes to this dick, Baku. Don’t make me wreck you.”

M’Baku smacks one cheek enthusiastically, the sting somehow sweetens your pleasure. “Show me.”

You give it your all, smacking your ass against his hips, tightening around him as you wind around his length expertly. Although you had him right where you wanted him, moaning and cursing you, you get high off of your own supply. The pressure building within you begins to release and you lose your form, holding your breath as you came.

M’Baku would not have that. He leans over you, holding your head up by your hair. “I want to hear you…”

He takes over, pounding into you while reaches between you to stimulate your bud. You squeak, gripping the sheets as he commands you to breathe. You swear this is impossible as he won’t stop digging you out and stressing your scalp with his grasp. Then you aren’t sure if this orgasm was really long or another one came quickly but as you opened your throat, you let out an animalistic screech that scared the shit outta you but rocked M’Baku’s world. He practically pounds you through the mattress to the floor as you both collapse, humping you into submission as he gets his last few strokes in you. He warms your belly from inside with his release.

M’Baku gets off of you so you can breathe, kissing down your back and examining the mess you all made inside of you. You jerk feeling him touch you, wiping the remnants down before slowly rolling off to the side of you. He takes your hand kissing your ring again before looking at you lovingly.

You lay there, twitching every few seconds as you come down.

“Are you cold?” M’Baku asks, getting up slowly to grab the previously discard blanket.

“No, of course not. I’m just recuperating.” You say between the natural jerks of your muscles, your heart still pounding between your legs.

“Any chance of Daniella coming back? Her accent wasn’t so bad now that I think about it.” He says, kissing your hand again.

You pick it up, laying it across his face for what was supposed to be a slap. “Shut up, I’m still frickin embarrassed by that. You owe me dinner though.”

M’Baku smiles, rolling on his side towards you. “I do. I shouldn’t be the only one eating tonight. Plus, I can’t risk you incinerating my things.”

You lay there in silence, closing your eyes.

“Were you...really going to do that?”

You start to snore.

“(Y/N), honestly.”

#m'baku x reader #shakafic #fanfic #muse bday #m'baku fanfic

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Questions Tag Games

explanation: I’m super late to these, I suspect not many people will want their dashes spammed with my random answers, and I’m not tagging people, so I’ve amalgamated all of these into one post.

tagged by @concealeddarkness13! haven’t spoken to you in a while, hope you’re doing great

1. Would you rather write a more classical hero or an anti-hero as a protagonist? I’d rather write a hero for the protagonist, but an anti-hero as a general character

2. Who is your favorite character you have written and why? Ever? That’s cruel. Out of people that y’all would know, Urial does seem to generate the most emotional reactions

3. How many WIPs do you have? 3 proper ones, currently: Iron Flower, Space Royalty and Piracy Pays

4. Who is your least favorite character you have written and why? To write? Klarion from Young Jutsice fanfic. Motherfucker would not follow the assigned plot. Hate-wise? Possibly Coincidence or Accord, neother of whom you guys have met yet. Those two are a pair of nasty criminals/villains, and they are a little too good at punishing anyone who gets in their way

5. What is your favorite aspect of writing? Finishing!

6. If you had only one sentence (per WIP) to get someone to read your books, what would the sentences be? They wouldn’t because I suck at loglinesss...humourously though?

IF: an entire continent is saved from the ravages of war by the ancient art of sexting via treaty negotiations Space Royalty: ‘she stabbed me? god-fucking-dammit I am so in love with her’ Piracy Pay: you get to chug your drink every time I kill a character

7. If your protagonists fought to the death, which one would win? Protags? Depends if morals were removed, and whether it was on-on-one. Koronis, if not -he’s an emperor with black magic and an entire galaxy-wide army. If it was on-on-one with minimised morals, Ace would stand a damn good chance. Boy is smarter than he gives himself credit for, and very adaptable. Galaxy is also pretty viable. Girl can swing a superpowered punch like she means it, and she hasn’t survived this long on luck alone.

8. Which protagonist(s) would survive the zombie apocalypse? Koronis would. Ace would die trying to save someone else. Solaris would...provided Monarch was dragging him around, and even then they might go down together in a dramatic last stand. Galaxy would be in charge of a small, benevolent queendom. Cleo would, those plant skills would make her handy to any new civilisation. Fact would go down staving off the hoardes so everyone else could run. Rosalie would think she was the weak link of her group, but they would probably keep her alive; L’aura would kick zombie ass.

9. Which is your favorite story you have written or are working on? Space Royalty is damn fun to write -the benefits of extravagant, overdramatic space operas I suppose. Piracy Pays has had a good reception, so I’m pretty proud of that. Hopefully I can keep the momentum going until the end! It is a huge pain o write though

10. Which of your characters is your favorite villain and why? Raph is my evil supervillin crimelord Big Bad and I adore him utterly

11. When do you find is the best time of day for writing? Evening! 8pm-1am

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tagged by the lovely @a-sundeen! this is so old I bet you don’t even remember tagging me, oopsie

1. When you’re describing a new character, what feature do you usually note first? Build, usually, as in their height/weight ratio, muscles/skinniness or lack of, how they carry themself etc. The reason for this is that I often start with the macro ‘impression’ of the character before zooming in on a few specifics. I try to use an interesting description or comparison here as well.

2. Do any of your characters play an instrument or really enjoy music in general? If so, what instrument (or what genre, if it’s the latter)? I am the least musical person on planet earth, so making my characters musical often doesn’t occur to me. Koronis can sing and play the space-piano (forced childhood lessons), and Jade can play the violin, but neither of them are passionate about it. Kolya/Cynosure (the popstar/supervillain) is very very musical, but I skip around a lot of the specifics because I’m a big cheater. He mostly makes anti-establishment and anti-hero music, but he’s one of those artists who strays all over different genres.

3. Which musical artist usually gets you the most pumped to write? Les Friction does good dramatic music and they’re not so well known, so I like to tell people about them when I can

4. Do you prefer writing fight scenes over other types? (This is a weirdly worded question I’m sorry, rip) It’s worded fine, sunshine! And no, I don’t like writing fight scenes because I don’t like the logistics of them. There are too many limbs to keep track of, and then I feel like I’m neglecting their surroundings and potentially useful items in favour of mentally tracking who’s where and what their arms and legs are doing. I cover up for my fight scene weaknesses with too much dialogue, and I’m fully aware of that fact.

5. Is there a city or country you’d really like to write in or about? Write in is probably just where I’d like to travel, so Russia, India and South America (I know that’s general but it’s the only continent except Antarctica that I haven’t been to) are my top choices. Write about…I’d like to sink myself deep into east coast USA to really nail the feeling of Galaxy’s city and her character, and then be able to confidently write about it. I do have a study year abroad coming up in 2020, so here’s hoping…

6. Do you prefer to be warm or cold while you write? Warm! I love blankets and my big fluffy dressing gown, and on top of that all my friends always complain about how hot my house is

7. Do any of your characters have hobbies you’d like to try out someday? Fiction wise, glo-ball from Space Royalty sounds like a very entertaining game, especially when I’m kept safe behind a pod. sodding netball injuries Jade paints and draws, and I’d love to get better at art. Likewise, Rosalie sews, making and decorating her own clothes, and I’d love to be able to do that. Idk, does being a supervillain count as a hobby? I’d love to rob a bank…not even necessarily for the money, just the #aesthetic

8. What is your favorite type of character to write? Villains! And morally grey people. And characters where the POV character has no idea what they’re really thinking, who they really are, what they actually want etc. And, on the flip side, balls of positive sunshine, because they make me feel better about the world

9. Halloween is here! Which character has a costume made for them by their mom? Ahahahahaha can you tell how late I am to this.

10. Halloween is here (again)! Which character thinks the holiday is childish but dresses up anyway? I AM SO LATE. Rosalie thinks the holiday is childish but dresses up in the most elaborate homemade princess outfit ever and entertains all the kids she can find. What, it is a children’s holiday, surely she should be making them happy on their special day…

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1. How long have you been working on your WIP(s) for? Iron Flower is the oldest current one, and I started it on Christmas Day 2016

2. What song would you assign as your protagonist’s theme tune? I’ll just pick one, and Koronis’ is Young and Menace by FOB. No real lyrical reason, it just reminds me of him

3. Do you have any favourite spots (gardens, parks, cafes, etc.) where you like to write? The sofa in my living room next to my family

4. Poetry or Prose? Prose!

5. Where do you draw inspiration for your writing from? Everywhere! Other people’s writing and prompts and published novels and TV and movies and random stray thoughts and daydreaming and chatting to other writers and-

6. Is there any popular book that you wish you had written and why? The Lies of Locke Lamora because I’d take out the first 100-ish page of solid worldbuilding and backstory that seemed almost completely irrelevant to the rest of the plot?And the domino-effect of all the plot elements knocking each other into action at the end was so clever, it annoyws me that the beginning means I don’t like reccing it to people

7. What’s your planning process when you start working on a new WIP? I daydream about it for at least a few weeks to make sure the idea has staying power. Then I come up with character names, quirks, descriptions etc. finally, I lay out the plot chapter-by-chapter from the beginning to the end so I have a guiding rope throughout the whole process and I’m less likely to get stuck. Of course, that’s when I plan on letting a WIP bloom into being. Some, like Space Royalty and Piracy Pays, start off as short drabble ideas and then refuse to leave, which means I have no concrete plan for them...

8. Do you work best in mornings, afternoons, or at night? Evening!

9. Would you prefer to self-publish or work with an agent and publishing company and why? Agent and publishing company, because I value the help they can provide more than the ability to retain complete creative control over my book (since I’m crap at titles and designing book covers anyway)

10. How do your emotions/moods affect your writing? Not a lot tbh. If I’m very very tired I can’t write anything good, but I’m not sure that counts as an emotion.

11. What’s your favourite line of your WIP/one of your poems? I’ve written both of my current favourite lines for prompts, which were: ‘Time hollows all victories’ and ‘The hero doesn’t die in this one’. I’ve had other favourites in WIPs over time, but I can’t think of them right now

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1) How are you so awesome? Genetics.

2) What’s your favorite thing about your writing? The dialogue! Or the romances, which I mostly like because of the fun/cute dialogue.

3) Who’s your favorite character that you’ve written and why are they your fave? This is so mean. At the moment, Raph, because I can’t stop thinking about him and he’s so incredibly dangerous, yet on the low down (like the Mariana Trench level of low down) he has all these cute little quirks that only one or two people know about

4) One of your characters has been placed in the world/plot of a book you love. What happens? Rosalie becomes a Grisha in Leigh Bardugo’s world. She finds a sense of self-worth and gets to enjoy the little luxuries that come with the position.

5) One of your characters has been placed in the world/plot of a book you hate. What happens? X takes the place of Celeana Sardothien. He murders everyone in his path, tells the crown of Terrasen to get fucked because there’s no way he can run a whole government with any level of competance, probably murders Rowan with extreme prejudice, opens the Wyrd gates just to search the universe for Raph and bring him through so he can construct a decent government for Terrasen, would probably sleep with Dorian, would make it his new life goal to highfive Manon.

6) Your characters must fight each other to the death until only one stands victorious. Who wins? Raph. Koronis could conceivably stand a chance against him, but Raph would decimate pretty much anyone else. I think Raph would be able to stay above the fighting for longer, whereas Koronis would jump in just a touch earlier, which would be his downfall.

7) If you could steal a cover and a title from other books to use for your own WIP/s, which ones would you steal? Cover-wise I’d steal the minimalist Red Queen aesthetic, because that sleek shit is the bomb. Title-wise? That’s harder. The Lies of Locke Lamora has some sick alliteration, but I think I’d rather steal the style of it rather than the exact title

8) If you switched places with one of your characters, what would happen to you and to them? I would die, pretty much everywhere. If Rosalie swapped with me, she would slowly come out of her shell and become a fashion designer -not an A-lister, she wouldn’t like how vicious and ruthlessly businesslike you have to be, but maybe making her own high-end clothes in a small shop in London

9) What makes your style unique compared to other writers? Thanks for the existential crisis, Eff.

10) Describe your antagonist’s song number if they were a Disney villain. No Good Deed from Wicked, for Darklight

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1. Have you ever realized how similar an oc is to you and felt the need to change them so they aren’t so similar? I mean, Jade from Iron Flower almost shares a name with me, and she’s ginger, which did concern me for a while, but hopefully she’s nothing like me personality wise (or else I’d have to do some serious self-reflection)

2. Do any of your ocs like candles? I bet Rosalie loves pretty candles, especially patterned or strongly scented ones! Anything luxurious that she can’t afford, really

3. Do you normally write settings that are (or are based on) places you know intimately (ie your home town)? Oh god no. I like sweeping Chinese-inspired castles or creaking pirate ships or far flung space universities and man-made planets. I’m really not a contemporary writer though, so I guess this isn’t much of a surprise?

4. What is a book that feels similar to your own wip? Ahahaha, which WIP? Piracy Pays has similar vibes to @boothewriter‘s pirates and probably also @noodlewrites’ pirates (I’m guessing? I haven’t read any excerpts from you I’m sorry). Space Royalty is just weird. Iron Flower is probably similar to a lot of generic fantasy YA, like Red Queen and whatnot.

5. Do you have a dream cast for your ocs? I don’t really faceclaim? Or know much about a wide array of actors, so no, not really.

6. Are you good at story titles? Do they come easily to you? I am abysmal at story titles, holy shit. I mean, you can see the evidence scattered around this post. Piracy Pays and Space Royalty are just placeholder names, but I’m not convinced I’ll come up with anything good to replace them. Iron Flower is alright in that its relevant to the story and fits into the series title (The Flowers of War) but…idk, its not setting the stars alight or anything.

7. Do you ever change oc names once you’ve started a wip? Not often, though I am considering changing Ace’s name because I don’t think ‘Seb’ suits him. Only question, what to??

8. Which people have you let read your work? I mean, all of y’all have the opportunity to read Piracy Pays. No one has read Iron Flower, and I’m stretching myself by letting @rrrawrf-writes @lux-deorum@haphazardlyparked read Space Royalty in its raw first draft stage.

9. What usually catches your attention about a book first? Style? Characters? Plot? I’m quite an easy reader to catch and hold tbh. What makes me love a book is a clever plot. For me, a very strong plot can carry weak-ish characters, but I can never read super deep characters with no plot.

10. Do you have a favourite author? Probs Rick Riordan, or Julia Golding.

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1. How many works in progress do you have? Properly, three. Iron Flower, which is written (143k) but needs editing, Piracy Pays which y’all are reading, and Space Royalty which crossed 30k about a week ago

2. Do you/would you write fanfiction I used to! I stopped in Y12/13 because I didn’t have enough time to do fic and original writing, and I haven’t really had the time to pick it back up.

3. Do you prefer paper books or ebooks? Either, I’m not fussed. Though if it has a really pretty cover, I’ll be hankering after a paper copy

4. When did you start writing? 14-ish on Young justice fanfic

5. Do you have someone you trust that you share your work with? Not all of my work, but yeah, I have a lovely server and also some irl friends that get the junk landed on them

6. Where is your favourite place to write? At home chilling with my family while we all do stuff

7. Favourite book as a child? Dragonfly by Julia Golding

8. Writing for fun or publication? Hopefully publication, but I know I need to improve a lot first, honing my skills etc.

9. Have you taken writing classes? Not a lick

10. What inspired you to write? Gotta get those stories out of my head and onto the page, man. Gotta get that sweet sweet representation out there too.

thanks everyone! xx

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simsanity-blog1 · 7 years

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10 Question Tag!

Rules: Always post the rules, answer the questions given to you and tag some friends!

thanks for the tag @simsstuffmarie! ❤️🌺

1) Favorite curse word? i’m a simple person, i use fuck, shit and cunt a lot, but then you can go full australian (im from nz fyi) and say “you fucking shit cunt” and thats pretty fun to say.

2) Coke or Pepsi? ew i don’t like either but pepsi

3) What superpower would you like to have? i saw this ages ago but the power of refilling, like empty drink? refilled. empty wallet? now its fat. drought in a country? refill it with that water. i could end world hunger.

4) Ultimate pet peeve? omfg idk if its just me but i HAAAAAAAATE when youre sitting in a quiet room and you can hear two people whispering behind you. literally it makes me want to slam my head against a wall.

5) Without EPs, and DLCs, Sims 3 or Sims 4? sims 3. honestly without cc sims 4 is a no from me. unpopular opinion

6) When was the last time you screamed at the top of your lungs? i was jokingly arguing with my brother yesterday ahahah

7) What is something you’ve done that you wish you could undo? When the bad things happen I wish I could change them then, but now I don’t really want to change them as they’ve made me who I am now

8) If you had to change your name, what would your new name be? i don’t want to change my name but if i HAD to i’d say Kylie, because its similar to my actual name and its a nickname.

9) Last lie you told? I lie everyday oops, but last time i blatantly lied that i remember was last night this dude was like “i bet you listen to my spotify playlists a lot” and i was like “haha yeah i do!” guess what, i never have.

10) Strangest thing you’ve ever eaten? Shark fin soup. god the texture... indescribable. extras under the cut! i tag @bellaasims @sims4bymia @reinitasims @p8xel @nicotinc @daisyxsims @essiesims do it y’all ;^)

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1) What’s your most embarrassing childhood memory? in like year 3 or 4 (idk like 7 or 8 years old) i farted in class but it was a shart and i had to like walk up to my male teacher and tell him i pooed my pants. then they had to put me in them pull up nappies. but the whole scenario around it still makes me cringe ahahahha

2) What do you love about yourself most? my hair colour because i guess it’s apparently “the most incredible colour” and how outgoing and confident I can be.

3) If you were forced to open a bakery, what would you name it? i like bread

4) What’s your favorite color? heck i dont know, probably like pink still

5) Do you sing in the shower? i sing and dance, i have a one man party up in that bitch. like full on act like im in a damn music video.

6) What’s your favorite movie? i’m not a big movie watcher but i could watch aladdin like over and over w/o getting tired.

7) Last thing you bought? eyebrow mascara

8) What was the last thing you ate? last night’s dinner which was meat and vege, but im boutta cook myself an eggs benny

9) Do you like scary movies or comedy movies more? comedy, i can’t deal with scary movies at all.

10) 3 things you cannot live without? Family, my surf club, and spotify :^)

#simsanity #tag #10 questions tag #nonsims

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beyondthetemples-ooc · 5 years

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MUSIC QUESTIONS

Found here: http://beyondthetemples-ooc.tumblr.com/post/183365664552/music-asks-these-are-actually-pretty-fucking-hard

Song names are linked to videos that play them. (The meme said “these are hard”, but I decided to make it even HARDER for some reason, and decided I wouldn’t use two selections from the same band! Which made this take me literally two hours, but it was Fun. I like a good musical challenge~ So anyways.)

1:A song you like with a color in the title Blue Eyes - Within Temptation

2:A song you like with a number in the title Fixed At Zero - VersaEmerge

3:A song that reminds you of summertime Elvenpath - Nightwish this might be for Spiritual Reasons, heh. “In the sheltering shade of the forest, calling, calming silence. Accompanied only by the full moon, and the howling of the night wolf, and the path under my bare feet... The elven path.”

5:A song that needs to be played LOUD Reality Fringe - Alex Dalliance / Vulture Culture “By right, I’m STILL ALIVE! Bad blood, I WILL SURVIVE! By truth, my eyes can SEE! The broken EDGE of REALITY!”

6:A song that makes you want to dance damnit, i already used Alex Dalliance, Nightwish, AND Xandria! How about..... ~*Diamond Shuffle - Next Level*~ (we dance HARD to this at the org functions sometimes, and i absolutely LOVE IT.) Based on the Cupid Shuffle! "To the right, to the right, to the right, to the right! To the left, to the left, to the left, to the left. Now kick, now kick, now kick, now kick. Now put your diamonds up, now put your diamonds up. Do the diamond shuffle.... We’re going Diamond, D-I-A-M-O-N-D! We’re the BEST, you can bet! Not another, can’t be beat! Do your diamond dance, diamond dance"~

7:A song to drive to ( (( ??? I don't drive, so I wouldn't know. Whatever I'm in the mood for, though. )) )

8:A song about drugs or alcohol Someday - Crossfade "Can't put this bottle down as Iiiii, watch this day fade into night...."

9:A song that makes you happy Samhain - Magica [Lyrics: x] that took Depressingly long to figure out. geez But: any time I listen to that piano? My spirit absolutely SOARS.

10:A song that makes you sad oh, that's too many. hold on; I need a minute... particularly because i don't want to Repeat Bands on this, for some reason. How about one that almost always Draws Tears? Stressed Out - Twenty One Pilots “I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink, but now I’m insecure and I care what people think...Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days. When our mama sang us to sleep, but now we’re stressed out...Used to dream of outer space, but now they’re laughing at our face, saying ‘Wake up, you need to make money!’ ”

11:A song that you never get tired of Believer - Imagine Dragons “I’m fired up, and tired of the way that things have been, oh!...Don’t you tell me what to think that I can be. I’m the one at the sail, I’m the master of my sea...Seeing the beauty, though the... PAIN! You make me a, you make me a believer...All the hate that you’ve heard has turned your spirit to a dove, oh, your spirit up above...”

12:A song from your preteen years Tokyo Nights - Puffy AmiYumi (Always one of my favorites by them.~) “Utaru, Tokyo Nights! Anno kutokete, Tokyo nights! Yoru ni hohoemu. I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love...~”

13:One of your favorite 80’s songs Have I talked about ~Under Pressure~ enough yet? “It’s the terror of knowing what this world is about. Watching some good friends screaming, Let me out!...Keep coming up with love, but it’s so slashed and torn! Why? Can’t we give ourselves one more chance? Why can’t we give love one more chance?...'Cause love's such an old fashioned word, and love dares you to care for, the people on the edge of, the night, and, love dares you to, change our way of caring about ourselves...”

14:A song that you would love played at your wedding {{ N/A - I don't want to be married. ^^'; Handfasted, maybe. But none, really. Also, if I did, I'd want to pick our music Together. }}

15:A song that is a cover by another artist Supremacy - Tarja (Muse cover) “Wake to see, your true emancipation is a fantasy. Policies have risen up and overcome the brave. Greatness dies, unsung and lost, invisible to history...You don't have long; I am on to you. The time, it has come, to destroy: Your suuu-premacyyyyy!”

16:One of your favorite classical songs Greensleeves - (???) (I know it's not "baroque", but it's certainly a bit of a classic.)

17:A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke Broken - Seether ft. Amy Lee “The worst is over now, and we can breathe again. I wanna hold you high, and steal my pain, away. There’s so much left to learn, and no one left to fight! I wanna hold you high and steal your pain...”

18:A song from the year that you were born Addams Family (WHOOMP!) - Tag Team

19:A song that makes you think about life We Are the Others - Delain "As simple as air in your lungs, as simple as words on your lips: No one could take it away, no one should argue this! Now with our heads up high, we’ll carry on, and carry out: That we won’t let them, GET us down, or WEAR us out! Cuz we are not alone. We are the others, we are the cast-outs! We’re the outsiders, but you can’t hide us...If you feel mistreated, torn and cheated: You are not alone! We are the others. Normal is not the norm. It’s just a uniform. Forget about the norm, take off your uniform. We are all beautiful!”

20:A song that has many meanings to you The Worlds Forgotten, The Words Forbidden - Sonata Arctica Every. Single. Aspect. of the Nexus has feels in this song! “What is a man to do? No light, only suffocating dark. Deep, burning pain. I’m losing everything I am, remember nothing of my past. Now it’s all gone, and I fear the game is over. Save me...This isn’t my home. I follow moon to find a path away from the scorching sun, I follow the stars to my abode...I seize the moment to hear a story no one’s telling anymore. The worlds forgotten, the words forbidden.”

21:A favorite song with a person’s name in the title Song For Jolee - Kamelot (I have no idea what the Other Jolene Song everyone talks about is, but ^this^ is the one I think of whenever someone says "Jolene", and it catches me off guard Every Time I Remember, "that's not the same song, they mean the Fabled Meme one, right. Right..." I heard it's a country song though, and look, that's not my style, so I don't care to be informed. The contrast+realization is kinda amusing, anyways. 8FF)

22:A song that moves you forward Higher - Edenbridge “Time and tide wait for no man ever, and your eyes are agleam, like you’re in a dream, getting out from under. Give a little try, give a little more try! Never fall in line, for a fleeting moment! Be and end all, I am aiming HIGH. Reach a little higher!...Lay it on the line, and run the mile. Reach a little HIGHER!”

23:A song that you think everybody should listen to ????? (I make recommendations based on personal taste; I can't Generalize like that! ;; )

24:A song by a band you wish were still together The Black Parade - My Chemical Romance (Y’all should know how this goes. And if you don’t: can I make THIS my recommendation? Besides being Iconic of my “emo” generation, it’s legitimately a great musical composition with dramatic buildup and a seriously empowering message.)

25:A song by an artist no longer living Hands Held High - Linkin Park

26:A song that makes you want to fall in love (All over again, you mean?) Something Just Like This - The Chainsmokers & Coldplay “I’m not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts; some superhero, some fairy tale bliss. Just something I can turn to, somebody I can kiss. I want something just like this. Oh, I want something just like this!”~

27:A song that breaks your heart Wanderer's Lullaby - Adriana Figueroa “Do you know, just, how much you’re worth?...You are the dawn of a new day that’s waking, a masterpiece still in the making, the blue in an ocean of gray. You are: right where you need to be, poised to inspire and to succeed! You’ll look back, and you’ll realize one day. In your eyes there is doubt, as you try to figure it out... Though the world may try to define you, it can’t take the light that’s inside you! So don’t you dare try to hide, let yours fade away...” (It’s... for someone very particular that this song breaks my heart all over again. Ugh, I could quote this whole song for her. When I’m in a very specific shift? This song absolutely DESTROYS me. And even when I’m not? It’s an absolutely gorgeous and reassuring song, but... you know. Depressed Brain likes to say “that isn’t true at all”, and I’m likely to tear up anyways.)

28:A song by an artist with a voice that you love Tides of Time - Epica (Simone Simons... ~<333 She sounds every bit as amazing LIVE as she does on the albums! But this VERSE... actually strike that, this entire SONG is so gorgeously rendered.)

29:A song that you remember from your childhood Bring Me to Life - Evanescence (The Song that Started It All. Ordinarily I would link to the Bliss Mix, or the SiriusXM performance. Hell, a demo! You know, the version they actually WANTED to make, without the production misogyny. But this WAS, after all, the version from my childhood. =w=;; I’m not even gonna do lyrics, you all know how it goes.)

30:A song that reminds you of yourself (oh my stars, there are SO many... I can say “Every song I’ve linked to so far”, honestly.) I told myself I wouldn't repeat bands, so I had to do some digging for this one, since I already used all of my Favorites.... Wait, DUH. The song that's named after the very same word I named my Entire Identity and Life Experience after: The Nexus - Amaranth “I hide, empower our remedy. Step up, get your game on, get your fight back, never BACK DOWN!...I have the will inside my mind. There is a voice I can’t deny! Break, with the PAST. Set the nexus free at least! As the future will be there to save us. Trapped, in my SKIN, see the nexus in my dreams. But will you bury me within?...And as the darkness reveals, I see no reason for me to reach for the cure. I’m my own demon. I kept the secrets in my mind, there is a voice I can’t DENY!...Face it down, I’m the spine in the flame. Just let it out of me, break it out of the core - to help me, BREATHE...”

Actually, okay, it’s the whole song. It’s kind of perfect.~

#music meme #rhs music #meme

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