#gonna have to start tagging these with something at this rate XD

[skyward-floored]

complicated

“Wait, if you’re a king... does this mean you’re married?” Wild almost screeched, and Hyrule waved his arms, trying to calm him down.

“No! I mean, not exactly, I... it’s really complicated,” Hyrule said weakly, and Wild stared at him in disbelief.

“Then explain?!”

#continued from that other one #answers from the floor #telemna hyelle my beloved #lu hyrule #lu Wild #three sentence prompt #gonna have to start tagging these with something at this rate XD #king Hyrule au #that’ll do

[iicha-0s]

Demon | Jungkook×reader

A/N: hey guys! this one is something that I'd written back in April. I hope you guys enjoy it lmk if you have any suggestions! :D also adding THAT gif cause that jungkook really is a demon. he fr haunts my dreams XD

Tags: !jungkook and reader are a couple, !smut, !unprotected sex (stay safe!), !nicknames, !jungkook is a demon, !reader is a human, !cuddling, !fingering, !dry humping, !handjob (only a little), !nasty making out, !squirting, !cursing, !riding, !multiple orgasms

Rating: explicit/R18

you feel his arm snake around you from behind as he presses a kiss on your neck. the screen flashes with a ugly generic movie demon jumpscare, when you hear Jungkook chuckle behind you.

"is that what you humans think we demons look like?" He says and elbows the pillow on the couch while resting his head on his palm.

"well doesn't a demons true form actually look like that?" You look back at him.

"no we don't."

"how do you know?" You squint your eyes.

"because I've seen one~" He coes.

"can I see too?" You turn around slowly and face him.

"you sure you won't get scared?"

"mhm nope." You say popping the 'p' as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and smiles while looking at you smiling at him.

"you really wanna see?" He asks both of you still smiling at eachother.

"will you show him to me?" You wrap your arms around his neck and pulls him a little closer as he presses his lips against yours and wrapping his arms around your waist.

jungkook smiles in the kiss, looking down at you. he reaches for the backs of your thighs, lifting it and puts it over his own. his hands slide into his large shirt you were wearing with only your underwear underneath.

"I'll show you everything you wanna see, butterfly." He whispered as you couldn't hold back a smile as the pit of your stomach fluttered with excitement. you ran one hand through his dark hair before kissing him gently again.

he sat up, pulling you with him and placing you on his lap as his hands gripped at your thighs on both sides of him, leaning forward slightly as he began kissing you roughly. you whimpered feeling him nip at your bottom lip, tugging gently as he teased you. you couldn't help but grind your hips down into his lap, feeling how ready he was for you.

"You're so beautiful, baby." He whispered, touching his forehead to yours. you felt as he moved one hand between your legs, slipping your now soaked panties to the side before dipping his finger into your folds.

you let out a short gasp at the feeling. jungkook knew exactly how to touch you and make you feel better than you've ever felt.

the length of his middle finger traced light circle around your clit, sending a wave of chills over your body. he kept his eyes on yours as he picked up his pace and opened his mouth imitating your reactions to him touching you.

he slowly moved his fingers down to your entrance, swiftly pushing his middle and ring finger inside of you as his thumb found your clit once again. you let out a quiet moan at the feeling of being stretched so perfectly.

jungkook pumped his fingers in and out of you, making sure to curve them into your g-spot. he felt as you began to tighten around him.

"You gonna cum for me baby?"

"fuck yes!" you moaned in response, your orgasm building quickly as he fastens his pace a little more.

you felt the coil in your abdomen getting tighter and tighter, your face twisting into various expressions of pleasure. you started moving your hips against his fingers, gripping onto his shoulders to steady yourself. he groaned as he watched you, his cock twitching at the sight of you using him to get yourself off.

he curled his fingers right at your g-spot again as you throw your head back and moan loudly still moving your hips on his fingers. he moves his fingers faster inside you as you pant and moan.

"fffffuck!" you moan as you feel him fasten his pace even more causing you to squirt and your high crash through your body. your grip on jungkook tightened as you kept your head fallen backwards, your body shaking slightly every few seconds. once you had stopped clenching around him, he pulled out of you slowly, his fingers glistening with you.

he licked his fingers as you pant and stare at him while he stares back. once he was done you press your lips against his, reaching for the band of his joggers in the process. you pulled his cock from his pants, stroking his hard length every now and then as you kissed.

the kiss started out slow and sweet, but progressively got needier the more he slipped his tongue into your mouth. you picked up your pace on his cock, using the slick of his precum as lubricant.

"shit, baby." He groaned, bucking his hips into your hand softly.

still situated on his lap, you rose up just barely, shuffling forward enough to hover over his length. you slowly sunk down around him, bringing yourself up and down halfway a few times to tease the both of you.

he held onto your hips and suddenly pulled you down causing you to sink down around him completely. your jaw dropped open, but nothing came out.

"oh fuck." You heard the man beneath you groan.

jungkook tilted his head back, his lips parted as pleasure crossed his face. his Adam's apple moved slightly as his breathing increased.

he raised his head once more to look at you with sinful eyes. he shifted down in his seat a bit, causing a gasp to escape you as he readjusted his hips. you place your hands against his chest and start moving your hips, bring yourself up and down his cock slowly.

you leaned your chest flush against his as he pulls you closer by wrapping one arm around your waist. his lips find their way to your neck as he rocks your hips at a faster pace. he moves his other hand to your thigh and started thrusting upwards into you. you let out a whiny moan, unable to control your moans.

"you feel so fucking good." he growled against your neck and kept thrusting up into you whilst moving your hips against his.

"fuck I'm gonna cum." You panted, still bouncing against him as he fucked into you. you pulled back to look at him, both of you locking eyes.

"let me feel you, baby." Your body went stiff at his comment as your orgasm ripped through you, Jungkook still pounding into you.

he slows down a little to let you ride you high as you grip onto his shoulders panting. he moves his hands and pulls his shirt off of you, laying you down on the couch and hovering over you.

he takes off his shirt and joggers, taking hold of the backs of your thighs spreading your legs with his hand.

he then positions himself to your entrance and pushes himself in not giving you time to adjust and starts thrusting in you. you grip onto his shoulders moaning loudly while he thrusts into you. arching your back you dig your nails in his shoulders and back as he growls in your ear.

he places his hands next to your head increasing his speed. the sounds of skin slapping and your and his moans were filling the living room as your sweaty bodies stick to eahcother with every thrust.

he takes hold of your leg and pulls it up and over his shoulder, the other spread out too, while he continues to thrust harshly into you. your breasts bouncing with his every thrust as well as your whole body.

he stares at you as you open your eyes and look back into his. he smiles at you slyly causing you to break into a smile too as his eyes suddenly change causing his pupils to grow bigger and darker until they're covering his whole eyeballs.

you felt hypnotized and kept staring into them as you feel the muscle flex as he continues thrusting into you. you feel the whole aura around him change as it falls over you, wrapping around you tightly.

you keep staring into his eyes as you see black steam come out of his skin as he felt hotter than normal, under your touch.

"God fuck!" you moan and roll your eyes to the back of your head feeling a completely different and harsh wave of pleasure flood through you.

"the only God here rn is me, sweetheart. I'm your God." He whispers deeply in your ear as it causes your stomach to turn and moan again holding onto him tightly.

"fuck yes!"

"who am I baby?" He whispers.

"my God ugh! You're my God."

"thats it baby. thats right." He coes as you moan loudly throwing your head back as he mimics and opens his mouth over yours, both of your moans and breaths mingling with eachothers.

you moan uncontrollably as he keeps thrusting in you. you scratch his back while he supports himself on top of you with his forearms. you shut your eyes tightly as you were starting to see stars because of your high building up once again.

"I- im gonna- ffuckkk!"

"thats right, baby! cum with me!"

he thrusts harder and harder his thrusts soon start faltering here an there as his high approaches him. continuing to thrust into you mercilessly for a while, you both come at the same time moaning eachothers names. he thrusts a few more times before pulling out letting out a sigh in between his pants and looks down at you, his mess.

your hair messily laying over the pillow as some strands were sticking to your face and neck. you were sweaty every where as your skin shone because of it.

he leans down over you and presses pecks on your swollen lips his hands roaming over your body rubbing softly here and there while mumbling sweet nothings to you.

he places a kiss on your forehead while helping you wear his shirt again as he puts on his boxers and lies down next to you on the couch. the movie playing on the tv long forgotten as you turn to your side and snuggle into him.

you were laying on the inside resting your head on his chest as he had his arm wrapped around you while laying on his back both of you watching the movie. you unknowingly fall asleep in his arms as you shift a little and wrap your arms around his waist snuggling your head in his neck.

he looks down at you to see you falling asleep so he turns the tv off and wraps both of his arms around you falling asleep himself.

#bangtan #bts jeon jungkook #bts one shot #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook #jungkook smut #bts #bts army #jungkook oneshot #demon jungkook #jeon jungkook

[totaldramafan-lauri]

Make Use Of Me (chapter 1, preview)

Dec. 7 EDIT: ONCE MORE, WITH BRAVERY THIS TIME. No more chickening out. You can read this thing FOR REAL now. Sorry for being weird, and now....sorry if this wasn't worth it. XD

O-OK...here goes....

First thing's first: I am not expecting a lotta people to read this. I'm not asking people to read this. At this point, I'm making this mostly as a passion project, and if anyone enjoys it, it'll be a really cool bonus. My writing style isn't gonna be for everyone, and the characters I write aren't the most....popular characters in the CRK X Reader community, and I imagine this isn't really something a lotta fans'll be demanding more of.

This is LONG. This one chapter is 56 pages long. I am a VERY wordy writer,

So......why'm I posting this preview? Well....partially as an interest gauge for people who WOULD wanna read it, but...mostly as a motivator. As something to remind myself of whenever I get lazy. After all....I can't quit after I made the first chapter public, right? By doing that, I put myself out there...And, hey, I even tagged it, so, if by the off chance, someone did read it, I'm basically promising them more eventually.....

But, again, I'm not forcing anyone to read this.

Not only is it long, but.....This first chapter is probably my least-favorite thing I've ever written. By posting this chapter by itself, I'm testing to see if it does its job of making people wanna read the rest, cuz....right now, I'm not so sure how well it succeeds at that.....

This is the boring part of the story. It's a bunch of setup, and me jumping through hoop after hoop after hoop to just get everything started. I know setup is important and all, but....I'm already a very wordy writer, so....oof....There is some interesting stuff that happens, but it takes a while to get there.

I-I....kinda hate it, actually. The only reason I didn't scrap it is that I didn't realize I hated it until I was about halfway through it and the "good part" hadn't started yet. And I still spent a month writing the thing, so....I finished it.

I'm tagging this...as an experiment. If you wanna read this, go ahead. W-well, read my tags first, THEN go ahead. XD

All I can really say in this chapter's defense is that....I do try my best to salvage it. It's just setup, but I TRIED to make it interesting. And everything that seems like it didn't go anywhere, will later. This isn't the whole story, it's just the beginning of what's gonna be a BIG story. Anything that seems weird in this chapter, gets explored in the other chapters. This does set up a bunch of stuff that becomes important later (The friend character shows up later, the Colosseum becomes relevant later). This chapter is boring, but I tried not to make any of it pointless.

For the future: I'm aiming for five chapters. Chapters 2 and 3 will be a series of smaller vignettes that take place over the course of a few years, chapter 4 will be the climax, and chapter 5 will be something of an epilogue. After that, there will be two endings to choose from (which will make sense when we get there).

This probably won't be my favorite thing I've ever written, but it will be the most ambitious thing I've ever, and probably will ever, write. I haven't written something like this before, and it's all to flesh out this story and make it believable.

Right now, I.....I want to finish this. I'll probably still be writing this in February at the rate I'm going, but...at this point, I've put too much into it to give up on it. However, I'm STILL not completely ruling out the idea of my motivation dying before then. It COULD happen. So, what I'm planning to do is...setting a short-term goal of finishing chapter 3. After I do that, I'll post the first three chapters on AO3 together, and work on the rest. That way, even if I don't finish it, I'll at least have it over half done, and chapter 3 will end on a somewhat high note.

So, yyyyeah....Not a lotta people will read this preview. Overly wordy writing style + boring setup part of story + 56 pages long + assumed lack of interest for X Readers of this character (At least, I haven't SEEN many simps for her, m-maybe I'm wrong, I might be, I-I haven't checked any tags cuz I've been nervous, b-but it doesn't make my writing any better. In that case, this is my first time writing her so I'm trying super hard to do her justice >//////<)

I-if you wanna read this, and see if this first chapter does a good job of making you wanna read the better chapters, then...Go ahead.....

Some notes:

-This is still not the final draft. It's finalized enough for me to share, but I'm still not considering it finished. Even tho I'm working on chapter 3 right now, I STILL go back and edit this, even very recently. So, chances are, even if the story is finalized, small details and sentences are still subject to change. I know for a fact that there are still SOME placeholder bits in here that will change after I get some stuff cleared up. Recently, I even considered chopping off an entire section to make it shorter. I decided not to, but hey, it could still happen. I don't wanna waste anyone's time. The first chapter of a story, even if it's boring, is still very important, and I wanna make sure it's the best version of itself.

(A-and yes, this means that I've finished chapter 2 as well. The reason I'm not sharing it is that, unlike chapter 1, it was finished VERY recently, so I might still need to give myself time to edit it. From what I have, tho, I do like it a LOT more than chapter 1. There are some parts of chapter 2 that I'm legit proud of.)

-Even tho this first chapter is completely clean, I-I should mention that....this fic is for adults. The full version, at least. Chapters 3 and 4 are gonna contain some light N/S/F/W moments (the "fade to black" variety, so nothing explicit) and there'll be other slightly racey comments here and there. Just a heads-up. I'm gonna be uncomfy with minors reading this.

Th-that's all? I-I think that's all.......O-OK, so......h-here goes..... E-enjoy....

#fics by lauri #fanfic preview #WARNING: UNFINISHED #THIS IS JUST THE FIRST CHAPTER #......AND ITS STILL A LONG READ #cookie run x reader #crk x reader #golden cheese cookie x reader #gender neutral reader #also contains a gender neutral 'friend' character you can do what you want with #basically i got inspired by that part in her bio that mentions how... #....shes always looking to add more loyal subjects #and it made me imagine the story of an outsider who gradually integrates into the kingdom and earns her approval #so its an underdog story basically #and there a LOT that the reader gets put through #reader is shy and socially awkward but can also be a bit more sarcastic than the other reader characters ive written #im aiming for a BIT more comedy than usual since its my first crk fic that doesnt take place in the humorless dark cacao kingdom XD #but yeah reader is a ball of anxiety #they get panic attacks later on #pre canon #VERY VERY VERY pre canon #takes place DECADES before canon #before um....the lost city became lost #its not virtual #no errors no avatars #just a technologically advanced city #power imbalance and god complex stuff all over the place cuz fghdhgfhdhfgh im weak for that part of her #also contains some themes of verbal abuse (from nameless characters toward reader) #and like i said it has some adult moments later on #contains a lot of time skips

[ao3feed-zukka]

Touched

Read now on Ao3 at https://ift.tt/JpQZ2xa by bias_bings_9 ,, The spirits have smiled upon you." The moon said gently. ,, What does that mean? " Zuko sniffled, holding unconscious Sokka in his arms. Zuko was stiff, he was exhausted enough to not be angry anymore. ,, He will live, but something will be different. " Yue smiled. Zuko grimaced with confusion and relief at the same time. He looked upon the Moon Spirit shining above him. ,, Thank you." He blinked and squeezed his husband, who started to gain his colors again. Zuko was glad that Sokka was going to be fine, not knowing that this whole event was gonna change their life forever.   HEHEHE be the mpreg you wanna see in the world xd Words: 4470, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, M/M, Other Characters: Sokka (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar), Aang (Avatar), Katara (Avatar), Iroh (Avatar), Hakoda (Avatar), Bato (Avatar), Toph Beifong, Izumi (Avatar), Bumi (Avatar), Azula (Avatar), Suki (Avatar), Ty Lee (Avatar), Mai (Avatar), The Gaang (Avatar), Momo (Avatar), Yue (Avatar), Druk (Avatar) Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Sokka & Zuko (Avatar), Aang/Katara (Avatar), Iroh & Zuko (Avatar), Bato/Hakoda (Avatar), Toph Beifong & The Gaang Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Gay Character, Gay as hell, Past Relationship(s), Past Mai/Zuko (Avatar), Past Sokka/Suki (Avatar), Children of Characters, Gay Sex, Blood and Injury, Injury, Major Character Injury, Permanent Injury, but not as you think, Mpreg, Implied Mpreg, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Love, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Humor, Spirits, Yue is a friendly spirit, Post-Canon, Scars, Zuko is a Good Firelord (Avatar), Zuko is a good parent, Protective Sokka (Avatar), Protective Zuko (Avatar), Firelord Zuko (Avatar), Gay Zuko (Avatar), Top Zuko (Avatar), Bottom Sokka (Avatar), Hurt Sokka (Avatar), sokka gets hurt, Childbirth, Past Child Abuse, Dark Past, Spirit World, Happy Ending, Husbands, Blud, be the mpreg you wanna see in the world, Family Fluff, Cravings, Zuko goes feral, Druk saves the day, Original Character(s) Read it on Ao3 at https://ift.tt/JpQZ2xa

#IFTTT #zukka #sokka #zuko #avatar: the last airbender #atla #ao3 feed

[mapplestrudel]

So remember this little thing here --> https://mapplestrudel.tumblr.com/post/697648792189730816/tigaane-touches?

Yeah it has an unexpected second chapter now xD

Mes'ak'narit

Summary:

Paz wakes up warm and comfy - and introduces Reader to...

...the Scratchy Game.

Relationships:

Paz Vizsla x Reader

Additional Tags:

Reader-Insert, Earthling!Reader, self-indulgent semi self-insert, Fluff, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Mando armour headcanons, have you ever wondered how Mandalorians scratch an itch when they're all armoured up?

Rating: General Audiences

Wordcount: 3.3K

(Translations at the end)

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When Paz wakes up, he's desoriented and confused at first as to where he actually is.

He's tucked in, warm and comfortable and it's not like he's had this combination to wake up to a lot of times in his life...

There's a soft pressure against his back, an arm slack over his ribs and a soft flow of inhales and exhales against his neck. Suddenly there's mumbling about big carrots and goats - and his tension leaves him with a relieved sigh as his mind finally catches up and he remembers what happened. He does not recall, though, how he got into this position. The only plausible explanation of course is that he just fell asleep under your gentle touches, and that makes him blush in the dark.

Knocked out by softness. He huffs.

That's a first.

He still doesn't quite understand how this happened.

How you peeled off layers of layers, homing in on this soft core inside of him that he had forgotten existed.

How you seemed to see through his visor, his only window into the world, and how the world suddenly seemed so large and he so small whenever you locked eyes through the pane.

How he, after years of self- and reckless service for the Armourer, his vode, his tribe, suddenly wanted something just for himself. Or rather, someone.

You.

He turns around. He needs to hold you, lest you vanish into the thin air.

Half woken by his movements you turn around yourself, unwilling to commit to the waking world just yet. You scoot backwards into his front and he wraps his arms around you. A heavy but content sigh leaves his chest, and you answer likewise.

His mind drifts into this half-waking twilight zone of an early morning, and a strong urge to keep you safe bubbles up. He knows he will have to let you go, sooner or later, whenever you find a way to return to your own world, but he tenses at the very thought of you being lost in a world unknown to him. He doesn't like it one bit. He will see it through, though, just as he promised. You will see your friends and family again, he's gonna make sure of that, but... the thought of you not being here, the thought of this place beside him being empty - it whips a pang into his heart and he tries to push it into the very back of his mind. What counts, he reminds himself, is now. And now, you are here.

Olar bal jii an jate.

You're here, and right now everything is okay in this "tin can" drifting through space.

"Soooo, you like scritches, huh?"

Your voice draws him out of his thoughts, and he chuckles, as his hand searches and finds yours.

"Guess so. Do you like scritches?"

"Oh hell yeah! I'm a sucker for head and back scritches!"

"Really?"

"Absolutely. As a matter of fact, would you be so kind and maybe scratch right unter my left shoulder blade, like, right now? I can never reach that. Well except with a fork."

"You scratch your back with a fork?"

"Well... yeah! Desperate times and such....?"

"You could've just asked me."

"I... uh... well, I didn't want to intrude or anything... i don't know. I'm experienced with forks on my back though. Don't even use knives anymore."

"What?"

"Butter knifes. You know, they've got like little saw teeth but they're not that sharp? Unless they are. So. Not using these anymore. - Will you scratch now, pleeease?" You whine and pull up the back of your tshirt, and he expertly finds your shoulder blade and starts scratching.

"Here?"

"Ohmygosh yesssss!" You make a high pitched sound of content that descends into a purr and then to a sigh as he extends scratchy circles across the rest of your back.

You revel in the gentle sting as he applies just the perfect amount of pressure.

Until a very important question bubbles up that you had wondered about for, well, ever.

"How do you scratch an itch in the flight suit, or worse, wearing the whole beskar'gam?"

"We don't."

"But... HOW?!"

"Pure power of will," he flexes, using his super deep super BAMF Mando voice, before changing registers into a cheerful "... and the Scratchy Game."

".... Elaborate." Your interest is peaked.

"Well, it's a little game you can play on the HUD to distract you until the itch is gone. And the itch will be gone if you ignore it long enough."

"Actually, it won't," you beg to differ. "I've tried this as a meditation method, using the itch as a focus anchor kinda, but it only ended with me itching all over. I had to take a shower and scrub real good with my extra scrubby scrub glove!" You feign indignation at the memory. He laughs in kind amusement and sits up.

"You wanna see it?"

"See what?"

"The Scratchy Game."

"I mean... can't say I don't! But won't I see you, too, then?"

"I'll deactivate dark vision."

"Huh." You ponder, weighing up, as so often with these Mandos, between your curiosity and decent common sense and privacy. "I mean... if you're okay with it? - Sure!"

He gets the helmet and his bracer tool from their nightly resting place under the bed and puts them on. You sit there, wrapping your blanket around your back that is still tingling with warmth from the fresh scratches. The HUD lights up as does the bracer, and Paz makes some settings and adjustments with swift fingers. Then he takes off the bracer and puts it on your left forearm. It's heavy, but also not as cold as you anticipated. A little tingle goes up your arm, as if it is sending out some signal. Your arm starts to tremble a bit.

"It's a little confused because you're not me. It knows you, though, so you won't get zapped."

"Excuse me?"

He once more presses a few buttons, and the tingling sensation subsides. He takes the helmet, but keeps it on his lap as if again considering for a moment whether this really is a good idea.

"When we get our final beskar'gam, we kinda... " He pauses to look for the right word. "... kinda "attune" to it. And it attunes to us, too, and starts recognizing its owner. And the longer you wear it and the better you know your beskar'gam - and the better it knows you - the more efficient you can use it. The connection between a Mandalorian and their beskar'gam goes deeper than just the physical protection it provides. To the point that it will refuse cooperation with anybody else, and starts zapping any unwarranted intruder."

Listening with big eyes, you imagine what scientific articles would say about the Metaphysical Traits and Features of Beskar and Its Significance In the Mandalorian Culture. You are acutely aware of the amount of trust and comfort it takes Paz to allow you to wear his armour, or even just parts of it, and it makes you feel nervous and grateful and in awe all at once.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

There's another pause where he looks at his buy'ce, but then he nods.

"I trust you to not take advantage of this."

Another pause as you think about it, before you answer. "And I trust you to not get me into any danger with this."

"Don't worry, Laar'ika. It knows you. It trusts you as much as I do..."

"Okay."

"Ready?"

Always the worrier.

You inhale, uncertain.

"Can I sit in front of you? Then you'd have better access to do ... whatever... with that bracer. And, like, if I accidentally activate dark vision I won't actually see you..."

He restrains another urge to crush you in a hug, and after some trying you finally find the right positions for this experiment: He sits against the wall, blanket on his shoulders, you sit crosslegged, back against his front, in no need of extra blanket warmth. Your arm with the bracer is placed on your lap, and Paz's arms surround you, his hands holding the buy'ce in front of you.

A laugh rumbles through his chest into your back, and, gently, he puts the helmet on your head.

You take another nervous breath - and then blurt out:

"Alright, gimme that Scratchy Game, vod!"

It's... a lot.

"Haar'chak!" you swear and your bracer-free hand seeks Paz's.

At first you feel like you ate too much icecream too fast.

A tingling brainfreeze.

It's all white and you haven't even opened your eyes yet.

Then there's a zap, gentle, but it seems to run from the buy'ce through your neck and shoulders down your arm into the bracer. You can hear (and feel!) a "zzziiingggg" as the two devices sync up and the white in front of your closed eyes slowly dissipates, and finally you dare to blink them open.

The HUD pane is of an oblique dark grey colour, and on it you can see white-ish letters, but the brightness is tuned down so it doesn't blind you.

There's Mando'a letters, words, some of which you recognize and know the meaning of, some of which you don't. On both sides of the panel there's different status indicators blinking. Heartbeat, oxygen levels, inner and outer temperature, and some others.

For a moment an icon, an avatar of Paz, blinks questioningly in the right corner. Then it changes into a new icon, framed in friendly green. It's you, smiling proudly at him from above, and you recognize the scene! It's in the training room in the covert, after a difficult session, when you finally figured out how to execute that throw that you'd been practicing for weeks and finally it worked out and you threw Paz on the ground, grinning proudly at him.

Your eyes slowly adapt to the input, and as nothing new seems to happen on the HUD for the moment, you dare to open your other senses.

Your nose reports basically the usual Paz smell, just a bit more metallic, and a bit more sweaty, and a bit more... well, "Paz", and it hits you like a tidal wave, leaving you reeling - not like you lost your anchor, but like being surrounded by it and losing any sense of direction for a hot minute.

Your ears pick up mainly your breathing, noises from the outside seeming somewhat far away, dampened.

Your cheek glows red but this has less to do with the temperature inside here, and more with the extraordinary intimacy of this very personal insight to how Paz actually sees the world. Your pulse picks up and makes the little heartbeat animation go faster, too.

"Yeah! Just a bit... overwhelmed." A reassuring hum from him makes you remember your breath and relax back into him.

Paz must have noticed something on the bracer because you can hear his slightly concerned voice.

"You alright?"

This sound is not dampened, though, and you hear it loud and clear, as if the helmet can select which sounds go through or not.

"Take your time. No use in getting you nauseous." He wraps both of his hands around yours, squeezing them with reassurance.

"You can scroll through some menues, if you like. Just look and double-blink at them. I've deactivated some, though."

You do, and eventually you get a hang of it. Skipping through menu points you do or do not quite understand, you feel a dull "nope" manifest in your neck when you get to a restricted one. Unrestricted menus you learn to recognize by a cheerful "yeah" on the tip of your ears.

You are not quite sure what to make of this.

"Is it normal to... uh... 'feel' the helmet's... i don't know... like... 'intentions' or something?"

Paz lets go a surprised puff. "Yeah! Yeah that's normal! And intended! You... you adapted pretty fast, actually."

"What do you mean, 'pretty fast'?"

"Well... I...," he clears his throat, remembering when he first put on this particular iron suit. "I felt sick for... uh... a while, when I first got the armour... Couple hours..."

"A couple hours!?" You raise your eyebrow. "Clearly you didn't expect me to feel sick for 'a couple hours'."

"Well...to be honest, I'd forgotten about this right until now."

"Paz! I could have puked into your buy'ce!"

He clears his throat.

"You didn't. That's all what counts. The armour knew you already from our previous interactions. And sometimes you have to throw the duckling into the water to see if it swims."

"Well quack-quack to you, too!" The buy'ce pulls you backwards and you bonk his nose.

"Hey now!"

"That.. that wasn't me! It was your bucket!"

"My own armour conspiring against me."

"You had it coming, vod."

"Aaalright, I think you're ready to play the Scratchy Game."

"Scratchy game!" you exclaim once more, and know exactly where to find it, your eyes being drawn to the right menu without you even having to think about it. "Found it!"

"We need to get you your own kit." Paz mumbles, but you don't hear it in your victorious distraction. You start the game.

It only takes a short moment for it to load.

There's a pause, a moment of bated breath as Paz waits for some reaction from you....

"... Are you karking kidding me?" you exclaim and start laughing, and he's a little startled because this is not really what he expected.

"What?"

"Space Invaders? Your Shoo the Scratch Game is... Space Invaders?"

"You know it?!" He's puzzled.

"It's a classic! Revolutionized the video game world from what I've read. The 'invaders' look different here, but the overall principle is the same. Amazing! What's your - Osik! One down! - What's your highscore?"

"Hundred twelve."

"But I'm at 200 already."

"- Thousand."

"Oh. Okay. That's a lot!"

"It was a long watch."

"I figure! - Damn it, next down!"

"You can use the bracer to move the cannon." He places your right pointer and ring finger on two buttons on the bracer. "See if that works better."

It does indeed and for a while your little sounds of concentration are the only things that fill the comfy sleeping compartment.

Paz just sits there, his hands on your tum, relishing your warmth and softness, committing this moment to a memory he'll hold on to dearly.

Eventually your last cannon is destroyed.

"Aaaand I'm out!" you state, hesitating. "That was fun! And it's the perfect game to not think about scratching! Ingenious!"

"Exactly! What's your score?"

"Not quite 8.000."

"Not bad for the first time," he acknowledges.

"Good enough for the Top 70 apparently," you cheer.

"You wanna go again?"

"... - Yes!"

"Paz!" The sudden outcry into the silence of gaming focus startles him. "Lets up the ante! You steer and I give you directions!"

You try again, lose even faster now, but you try again.

And again.

And again.

You're really into it now. And then you have another idea.

"Hell yeah!" He chuckles, eager to join.

He puts his head on your shoulder, his right hand sneaks under yours, replacing it on the bracer.

You leave your hand sitting on his, feeling the muscles of his fingers move as he presses the buttons.

His free arm wraps anew around your tum, hand gently kneading your soft flesh like a cat kneads a comfy blanket.

"Tsikala," he states and smiles to himself.

He's happy.

Happy that you're here.

Happy that he can share this with you.

Olar bal jii an jate.

It takes a few rounds of dying in-game but eventually you find a rhythm between your calls of "payt! paytpaytpaytpayt!" and "staabi!" and his moving the game's cannon to fend off the invaders that gets the score higher and higher. At one point he asks you to pause and switch on the external speakers so he can have sound feedback from the game, too.

You forget about time completely. It's completely irrelevant in this dark but comfy bubble where only you and Paz exist.

The amount of "Game overs" decreases, while your score rises and rises and you are on a particularly good run as....

--- BEEEEEEEP. BEEEEEEEEP. ---

The ships landing alarm goes off.

"Haar'chak!" you both exclaim and you startle up, ramming your shoulder into his chin. He groans and you try to detangle your limbs, but not completely and you fall off the bed and sit there for a hot second seeing nothing except your last cannon being destroyed by the wave of invaders. And then the game's "Game over" sound mixes with the ongoing landing alarm - and Paz' laughter.

He switched on the light, knowing you couldn't see anything but the game in the HUD, and he sees you, sitting on the ground in your pjs, adorably grumpy, with a helmet that's way too big.

His helmet.

His mind catches up with the whole situation of how you got there and how you both got so caught up in that silly Scratchy Game, and how he himself was surprised and now his chin hurts - it's just...

"Not funny," you grumble, crossing arms in front of you."Very funny," he retorts.

"Okay, maybe a bit funny," you concede.

He kneels down in front of you.

"We've got enough time to get ready. Say goodbye to the bucket." 

"Ret' buy'ce! Vor entye!"  

A little animated waving hands icon lights up in the HUD, followed by mando'a letters you read as "Ret' Laar'ika!" Then there's a powering down "zzzoooonnngggg", which feels not unlike the initial "zzziiingggg", but inversed.

He seems to hear it, too, because just in that moment he puts his hands on both sides of the helmet, asking "Close your eyes, please? The light is already on."

You nod and he lifts up the helmet and there you are, eyes closed, waiting patiently.

You hear an exhale and a bump as he sits down.

Eyebrow raised, you asked into your self-chosen darkness, "You okay?"

"Uh.. Yeah... I've just... I've.. you..."

Thing is - he's never seen you without the HUD's overlay.

He knows your face, your pretty round face with eye wrinkles and laugh lines and dimples, knows how the tips of your ears turn red when you're excited, and how your curly-messy hair is peppered with a bunch of silver here and there.

But it all seems all the more real with just his own eyes, and he's stunned there for just a hot second, taking a moment or five to come to terms with the inadequacy of his senses and the fact that he likes you no matter what these tell him.

"Paz?"

"Hm?"

"I really need to pee."

"Oh! Osik!" You hear some movement and the familiar sound of the buy'ce being put on. "Alright, clear!"

Your eyes blink open, and you take a moment to regain your bearings without the helmet.

Paz sit's opposite of you, tilting his helmet, regaining his own bearings.

"You okay?"

You nod, and smile at him.

"That was awesome. We should do that again sometime!"

"Definitely," he nods and gets up and helps you up and then you hurry to get to the 'fresher to relieve your bladder and get dressed. You are faster than Paz with his many layers and pieces that come with his armour, so you're the first in the cockpit, checking light bulbs and other indicators.

"Descent normal. No enemy shooters in sight, " you announce, and Paz chuckles.

"They wouldn't stand a chance anyway." He sits down and nods at you, and you grin.

"Not against us they wouldn't."

Paz switches off the autopilot, taking control of the ship as the planet below becomes bigger and bigger.

"Now, let's see how we can best catch this bounty, shall we?"

"Oya!" you cheer, and right now and right here, everything is okay.

---------

Translations and pronunciations (if available) from www.mandoa.org, and The Total Guide to Mandalorian Language by Tal'jair Rusk:

Olar bal jii an jate. -- Here and now all (is) good.

Mes'ak'narit -- Space Invasion

made up from:

mese -- [MAY-say] -- space, void (between stars and planets)

ak'narit -- [ahk-nah-REET] -- invasion

beskar'gam -- [BES-kahr-GAM] -- armour

buy'ce -- [BOO-chay, BOO-shay] -- helmet

Laar'ika -- Little Song from laar -- [lahr] -- song and 'ika -- diminutive suffix

vod -- [vohd] -- brother, sister; comrade, "mate" (A/N: I'd also us pal and dude as translations here xD)

Haar'chak! -- [hahr-CHAHK] -- "Damn it!"

Osik! -- [OH-sik] -- dung (impolite) (A/N: Shit. They mean Shit. That's the word xD)

tsikala -- [zee-KAH-lah] -- prepared, ready payt -- [pait] -- left staabi -- [STAH-bee] -- right

Oya! -- [OY-yah] -- Many meanings: literally "Let’s hunt!" and also "Stay alive!", but also "Hoorah!", "Go you!" Always positive and triumphant.

#paz vizsla x reader #paz viszla x you #non-sexual intimacy #space games #mando headcanons #mappsie writes #mando'a for beginners verse #star wars #the mandalorian fanfiction #paz vizsla fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #paz vizsla

[andreaphobia]

o/

hi, friends! long time no see. obviously i've started reblogging stuff here again (ty to my mutuals who have the most excellent taste in both art and memes), but i think i'd like to start posting here again as well. (and before you ask, yes, these entries will be tagged so they can be filtered xd)

over the last couple years or so i've found that i'm sick to death of social media, and what it's done to fandom and the way people interact with each other. i know that makes me sound like a real fucking fandom boomer but man i'll just fucking own that at this point. i'm sick of clout chasers trying to go viral, of people trying to be content creators, of people who think of fanworks first and foremost as "content" to be monetized and hawked to consumers as opposed to SOMETHING FUN TO BE SHARED WITH FRIENDS. also sick of discourse but well, at least that shit ain't new.

at any rate, here we are! i would love to both reconnect with old fandom friends and also make some new ones! please do not be shy about reaching out, sending asks, or replying on posts if we like the same things and/or you feel the same way about the state of the internet today, 'cuz we'll probably get along. if we used to talk somewhere else but have since lost contact, hit me up for my discord!

little intro for those who don't know me yet...

fandom interests: persona 5, final fantasy xiv, chainsaw man, trigun (+ stampede), katekyo hitman reborn, mob psycho 100

ships: shuake, 8018, erejean (yeah im gonna put this here lmfao)

fic on ao3, art here and (begrudgingly) on instagram

lastly, if any friends/mutuals are considering getting into p5........ i'll buy the game for you. dead fucking serious. please join me in my brain worm hell, i would love to have more friends understand why i can't stop thinking about akechi goro :')

#andrea blogs #personal

[matan4il]

Like your other anon I love slowburn, I can accept another season of slowburn, but I think now after 5 years we need some kind of confirmation, be eddie to someone of the 118 or Carla, or buck to Maddie or whatever, I think we deserve it, then they can keep with their slowburn as long as they want

LOL Nonnie, I believe you're writing in continuation of this ask?

I feel you! XD I do, I would love a confirmation. Not necessarily a get together, but def something that tells us we are not just going to be left with subtext, and only subtext, at the end of the line. That said though, slow burns have no fixed timeline. Each show goes about it comparing things not to other shows and pairs, but to its own finish line. Shows usually want to make the "will they, won't they" pair start happening when they're losing rating and they can use this canonizing to draw in interested viewers (whether it's new ones, or ones who walked out thinking the ship is never gonna happen). Just look at how down people were during 6a, and what one lightning stroke could do to the Buddie fandom! ;)

IDK if you remember when I mentioned one of my ships only went canon in its 8th season? Yeah, I just wanna emphasize, there was NO canon confirmation, ONLY subtext (during certain times, not even that) for the first 7 seasons. We are currently in 4.5 seasons into Buddie (I do not count s1 since Eddie wasn't there, and 6b doesn't count yet either), so my stamina's still good. That's not to say it will be that long with Buddie, only that it CAN happen even after that long of having NO confirmation. And I'm here for you if you need me to cheer you up while we wait on Fox! *hugs*

Hope this helped! Have a good day. As always, my ask tag. xoxox

#buddie #911meta #buddie meta #911 meta #9-1-1 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #edmundo diaz #evan buck buckley #911 #ask #anon ask #911onabc #911 on abc #911abc #911 abc

[princeshroob]

Okay, so it's officially been a year since I started playing, and I was wondering if I wanted to do something for it...or even if I could do something, but I eventually came up with the idea to go over my squad in order of first acquiring them, all the way to the present

(I swear to Terra, if I get something notable from free pulls before this comes up, I'm gonna explode)

...So uh, I wanted to have Mudrock and Surtr in the same picture, but they were too far apart for that, so screw it, I'm going with two pictures at once here! Anyways, in case you didn't know, I got into this game because of Mudrock and waited until she was rate-up before rerolling, and this is basically what I ended up with. Crazy thing, I actually got her twice in the same 10 roll, so I got to enjoy her with -1 DP cost immediately! And then when I went to pull more in hopes of getting Surtr (who was the shoperator at the time) I immediately got her from a single headhunting ticket! Amazing!! And yeah, that's why I wanted them in the same picture together.

Anyways, you can also see Angelina and Bagpipe there. Angelina was from the Newbie pool, and like Mudrock I also got two of her. But...meh, I didn't really feel like building her up too much. I did e1 her, but honestly, if I got her much later on, she'd probably be sitting in e0 Purgatory. Bagpipe, on the other hand, was the first 6* I got from a Top Operator tag, and that was a heck of a lucksack! I actually got her twice total from recruits, and then another pot from the CC shop. Two more pots and she'll be epic!

so uh, anyone else in those two screenshots...Oh, Utage? I got her that early?? Dang, never realized she was with me for as long as Mudrock XD. Also Myrtle is also e2, but I think pretty much everyone has e2d her, if only for access to e2 supports. Perfumer and Cuora were much later e2s, sometime after Il Siracusano, I think? Oh yeah, I guess Indra is a bit notable in how she's a recruit-exclusive 5*, but that's it.

Hmm, a bit less things of note here. Lumen was very recently promoted to e2, although I did neglect to get his potentials since I was a bit preoccupied with getting Mudrock to e2. At least his event should rerun real soon. Meteor, Cliffheart, Courier, and Ethan I promoted to e1 since I've seen guides use them pretty often. Gavial I kinda quickly fell in love with after her Alter came out, so that was definitely a waifu e2 there! Saria tho, oh boy. She's so freaking awesome! Definitely one of my best recruit lucksacks!

Now, I think it was around this time where CC#9 started. I had Surtr that I've seen Risk 18 strats for, and I've seen strats that used Horn, so I basically fused those two strats together so I could use easier risks overall.

...Ah, funny that the three e2s on this image are those three. Anyways, Exusiai was, yet again, another recruit lucksack, and she does so much damage! Well, so long as the enemies don't have too much defense, but there's ways to make up for that. Texas was from the pinboard missions, nothing unusual there. Lappland was from the 5* selector new players get, and I got her because man, having her earlier would've made SN so much less painful...but also, just having her in general is nice. Also, Elysium I got as my guarantee 5* when pulling on a banner that had him, so that was pretty sweet.

Hoo boy, here we go. Imma be real, when I first saw Sideroca, my mind instantly went "I have to get her" and, well, she's the welfare operator from the W event, so of course I did. Also, you might think it's funny that Gavialter and Blaze are right next to each other. Well, I rolled a bit on the banner in hopes of getting Chalter (Not that hard tho, since the odds weren't exactly in my favor) and I ended up getting Gavialter. As for Blaze...shoperator. Even after rolling Gavialter. XD. I just think she's cute! Also, Click was promoted because the event made me realize how weak my caster game was at the time, so I thought I'd e2 her as a sort of budget option. Wasn't really ready to promote Amiya at the time, so this had to be an acceptable compromise.

(If you're wondering why I didn't mention Amiya before...did I really need to? Everyone has to promote her in order to complete chapter 8. That's just how it is.)

Oh right, around this time was when the first Trials for Navigator event started. I...can't quite recall if I did Ultimate TN-4, but I'm pretty sure I got all the rewards at least, so there's that.

Oh, and there's also CC#10. I...barely remember what I did, and past me didn't exactly do a good job of actually posting the clear screen of risk 18. Man, they really dropped the ball on that. I definitely baited the cannon with Mudrock tho, no way am I gonna forget her pivotal role there!

OKAY, I'M LOOKING OVER MY SCREEN AND THE SCREENSHOTS I TOOK AND I COMPLETELY MISSED BLUE POISON! Ugh, she deserves better than to be skipped over, though to be fair, I was trying to focus on getting all my 6*s screenshotted at least, but anyways, she's e2 as well.

Anyways, Jaye there is e2, my first male e2 actually, and Ptilopsis I actually got from the 5* selector we got last anniversary (I think I'm gonna go for Warfarin with the next one btw, not like I can lucksack her in headhunting outside of kernal) and she's been very helpful! Astgenne, the welfare from the seemingly mythical Dorothy event, was so cute I couldn't not e2 her! Pinecone I e2'd cuz I was coping about not having Chalter, and Hibiscus Alter I e2'd cuz purple hair is too good! As for Fartooth...I considered building her, heck I even promoted her to e1, but I just have too many other operators that I would rather build.

Hoo boy, this. This is undoubtedly the start of where my power skyrocketed! Let's get the elephant in the room out of the way, I originally wasn't gonna go for Mlynar, but I decided that I might as well go until a 6* (though my track record tends to go otherwise if I don't get a good result) and I thankfully got him, and oh boy has he been integral in a lot of my hard clears! Nightingale...right, I got her and Fartooth from the standard banner with Saga and Mountain cuz those were both 6*s I had an interest in. Well, unlike Fartooth, I actually built her (though it was long after pulling her) and she's been pretty helpful keeping my team alive through heavy arts damage. Also Proviso I promoted to e2 and it had nothing to do with her base skill and everything to do with how cute she is XD. Whislash I was absolutely dying to get so you bet your bottom dollar I e2'd her almost immediately! Ifrit I got from yellow cert shop, and she's been pretty helpful when I can make good use of her. Chen I just happened to get with a Top Op + Nuker combo cuz why not? Didn't like my other options at the time much. Mostima, unfortunately, was a Top Op recruit that I didn't want cuz I wanted Ceobe, but oh well.

Anyways, if Mlynar wasn't enough, how about the time I pulled FREAKING SKALTER WHILE BREAKING PITY AFTER SPARK? Like, she would've been my spark if I had lucksacked Nearl Alter, so that's basically the same exact event in my mind. Anyways, aside from her, I didn't get any off-rates in that banner, so I was left with 2 Penance and 4 Texas Alters from that banner. Ceobe, as I mentioned, was a huge want for me, so I of course got her from the yellow cert shop, and then Horn was from the 6* selector at that time, and she's also been super helpful for me since then. Especially for IS#3, dear lord is she good against the first endboss there.

Right, this is around when CC#11 started. Risk 18 was absurdly easy that I didn't even need a guide for that (though my huge spike in power was also a factor.) I did push for higher risk though, and ended up with risk 25.

Almost getting towards the end here. Mizuki was a spook from the Gnosis banner (I primarily wanted Aurora) and, while he may not be the best 6* I could've got, I still wanna e2 him real soon. Kal'tsit was from yellow cert shop (which was during that absolutely horrific time period of Yostar forgetting Saga exists) and Magallan was just a random Top Op roll. Not building her, too small brain to use her well. Mountain was from the gamma headhunting ticket, and he was the one I wanted the least, but I still wanted him...even if my post at the time didn't look like I did I am an unappreciative jerk but anyways, it turned out to be for the better that I got him over Pozyomka. Lin was an absolute lucksack from free rolls on the banner, and I actually went out of my way to e2 her during the event! Lava Alter I e2'd cuz again, purple hair. Then there's Eyja, who was another yellow cert grab. Do I need to say anything about her? She's been the top Caster in the game since Day 1, with only Goldenglow being a possible threat to that title! (though for top caster in my heart, that title belongs to Ceobe XD)

I think both Trials for Navigator 2 and CC#12 were well after this, but the later operators I got weren't that important for that, so I'll just go over them here. Except...I barely remember what I did for TN#2. I just know that I did the Ultimate trial, so there's that. CC#12 though, my memory's a bit more clear on that. I did some strategizing for a few risks above 18, then changed them a bit to get even higher, all the way up to 26, exceeding CC#11 by a single risk! I honestly feel proud about that!

And now we have reached the present day. Rosa and Pozy both spooked me during the Yato Alter banner, the latter of which I built up quickly. And oh boy, is she super powerful! Even in the current event, she's been integral in dealing with the boss super quickly in my auto deploy setup! But Rosa sadly will take a backseat while I wait for Typhon, because believe you me, there's no timeline where I don't get her! Yato of course I had to hit the hard pity for, but she's been working very well for me. Weedy was another random top op. She was supposedly good for CC#12, but that didn't really convince me to build her sadly. Saga I have waited TOO FREAKING LONG for her to be in the yellow cert shop. And of course, Goldenglow I got with the 6* selector from the store as of now! Oh, also I got FEater to e1 max cuz she's super cute and I hope to e2 her some day.

Aaaaaand that's it. Man, it took a while to get this done that I actually wrote this in a few sessions cuz my attention span is...not great. But at least I got it done in time!

#arknights

[papabearbobbynash]

Hiya! I was hoping you could help as I’m getting pretty desperate but would you happen to have any good Bathena fic recs? (specifically ones that aren’t B*ddie centric and don’t have any Michael/Marcy bashing)

Hi!!! Anon, the way I have just a few in my bookmarks because there are just few of them. 😭 But few is better than nothing. 

Disclaimer: I just recommend you to read the tags before reading, in case there is something you don't like or triggers you.

Around Season 1

Never Again. (Rating: Mature) "Date Night doesn't go as planned" cuffs strike again

Based on 4x14 "Survivors" events

Bleeding Love (Rating: Teens)

Together We Survive (Rating: Explicit)

Based on 5x16 "Mayday" Events

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday... (Rating: Mature)

A quiet place (Rating: General Audiences) This one is to cry

a long dark highway and a thin white line connecting your heart to mine (Rating: General Audience)

Based on 5x18 "Starting Over" events

wherever we are is where i wanna be (Rating: Teens): Athena and Bobby talks about his almost relapse.

it feels like lying (Rating: Teens)

Just read the synopsis, that is all i'm gonna say XD

taken by the view (Rating: Explicit)

This one isn't Bathena centered (it's more Bobby pov) but I found the concept and writing so good that I'm recommending it anyway.

What's Died Will Never Stay Dead (Rating: Teens). An Immortal firefam AU settled initially in 1904.

This is all I have for now. I hope it helped anon.

#answered #911 on fox #bobby nash #athena grant nash #bathena #athena grant #fic rec

[thetragicallynerdy]

ao3 first lines tag game

I got tagged by @yerbamansa for this ao3 game! Thanks for the tag, friend!!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Okay so I only went with the last ten that have been posted on Ao3. There ARE other more recent WIPs, but it felt like that was cheating XD (u can send me an ask if you wanna see those most recent ones sjskssk)

Anyway the last ten (including recently updated ones) on ao3 are:

1) Ask Me Anything: A TealOranges SMAU - OFMD, Olu/Jim, Rated E (for explicit, not everyone XD)

It’s a slow morning between student groups and everyone’s taking time away from cramped ship quarters. Jim’s been here a few months now, focused on the work, which turns out to be physically demanding in a way that leaves them exhausted. No energy to grieve.

2) if you still want me, please forgive me - OFMD, Jim/Ed, rated E

It starts simply. They’re on a case – and when aren’t they, these days? - they’re on a case, and things go badly. When Jim slips into the room opposite the one Edward is casing, scanning for something, anything – a rope slips over their head, tightens around their throat.

3) and we will build a home from the wreckage - OFMD, Jim/Olu, rated T

It starts, as so many stories do, with revenge. Or perhaps it starts before then, with the grief that the revenge is born from, with the blood and bone and crushed dreams. With the family that died, so very long ago. But this isn’t just any story, is it? No, this is a love story.

4) i've got sunshine on a cloudy day - OFMD, Ed/Stede, Ed/Jim, Jim/Olu (Poly AU), rated T

Edward knelt and peered under the dumpster, ignoring the instant bite of cold snow through his jeans. He was on his way home anyway, and he could change when he got there. But he’d heard a noise, and had to check to make sure it wasn’t what he thought it was. But sure enough, when he shined his phone flashlight beneath the dumpster, two glowing eyes beamed back at him. The high pitched mew of what could only be a kitten followed after. Its body was barely visible, a fuzzy void of pitch black in the greyness of the under-dumpster.  

5) fool's gold - UnDeadwood, multi ship, collection of ficlets, rated T

He hadn't expected it, how beautiful souls were. How they shone and glittered like diamonds, like gold, like light through a glass-stained window. The first time he'd run into someone after it happened (the thing he doesn't think about, the hole in his gut and the sticky hot blood on his hands and the - no. he doesn't think about it) he'd stared and stared, barely managing to wrench his gaze away before someone noticed.

6) put your records on - OFMD, Jim/Olu, Jim/Ed, Ed/Stede (poly au), rated T

Jim toed their boots off and trudged towards the stairs, too tired to even consider looking for anyone until they'd had a chance to change into more comfortable clothing and maybe lie on the floor for a solid half-hour. It had been a long fucking day.

7) falling for you - OFMD, Jim/Olu, Jim/Ed, Olu/Frenchie (poly au), rated T

"JIM!" They faintly hear Oluwande holler their name at the same time they leap into the air to head the ball. They realize why a split-second later, as they feel a body collide with their legs. Someone tall, and big enough to knock them clean over.

8) you are in love - OFMD, Jim/Ed (poly au), rated M

Ed was giggling before they even made it into the booth. "Shhh," Jim said, far too loud, trying to slap a hand over his face. "You're gonna get us kicked out!" "Who's gonna kick us out," he laughed, batting their hand away then reeling them in close. Not that there was really any other choice, in the tiny mall photo booth. "Paul Blart Mall Cop?"

9) on this winter's night with you - UnDeadwood, Clayton/Matthew, rated E.

Today, Clayton thought furiously, is not my fucking day.

10) and if the pomegranates are in bloom - OFMD, Jim/Jackie, rated E

It’s not the first time they’ve ended up here, and they know it won’t be the last. Oluwande always gives them his blessing, with a kiss on the cheek and a ‘good luck, be careful.’ They know he’s still afraid of her. They know that they should have reason to be afraid as well, but they aren’t. They haven’t been for a long, long time. Jackie looks softer in the lamplight of her bedroom than she does in the bar. Stripped down to a simple shirt, trousers gone. Bare, but not vulnerable. They’ll get there, but not yet. Still – already she’s warmer, gentler. Soft around the edges, face open. Relaxed. It makes them wonder if this is what her husbands are allowed to see in her, or if it’s just for them.

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Okay so some got more than a few lines because I felt like it XD

As for tags - I swear every time I come to a tag game I immediately forget which of my mutuals writes fanfic, so if you see this and want to do it consider yourself tagged. As for those I remember - if you feel like it, I'm tagging @yourlocal-charlatan, @redxluna, @swallowtailed, @lovewithagirl, @nevershootamockingbird, @thewollfgang, uhhhh i can't remember other writers so that's it!!

#and if u don't do tag games but i tagged u pls know i am giving u a lil kiss on the noggin #mwah i love u #tag game #ao3 tag game #we're just gonna ignore the spelling and grammar mistakes ok? i don't go back and edit things this long after posting them so its fine #no one saw anything

[fordarkisthesuede]

I got tagged by @fractualized - and I had to think about this for a while. Sorry for the delay, frac'! I pretty much felt like this all week (lol):

GIF by lostwithoutmyboswell

Ok, so we're gonna start from #5, because I decided to rate these like a loon:

#5:

Birth. Starting off on the disk horse topic of HP fanfic. Listen, regardless of how I feel about the series now (which is messy, to say the least), there's one thing I still can't help but love about it...and it's not only tiny, but half of the reasoning behind it is of my own making. It's Peeves the Poltergeist. I LOVE Peeves. He's my favorite character type - short, temperamental, powerful, 90% humor and fun, inhuman, and neither a Good nor Bad guy. I rarely used to read HP fic back in the day, but I noticed that for such a big fandom, he never had much to his name. (And what I did find was...disappointing for me.) I reread the series in 2015 for the first time in a while and did some Deep Thinking about him. What his limits are. How he's presented. Where he even came from. The bare scraps of canon and Word of God (distasteful) material pushed my buzzing brain to write about him, and eventually churned out this little origin story. I wrote several one-shots surrounding him, but this is my favorite of the bunch. In my eyes, it's simple, short, and effective in storytelling. So I like it. (^_^)

#4:

The Whole Nine Yards. Yes, my current WIP is on the favorite list. It started off as a sex-romp list, because I had too many positions and kinks I wanted John and Bruce to try. It first grew into showing Bruce/John as a couple at home, because my main fics in the Perseverance Project series don't get to show them being all lovey-dovey as much as I'd like. Then I added a few dashes of angst for character building. Then it evolved into including what AtBoM skipped over (for various reasons) - visits at Arkham showing their [growing] love and trust rebuild post-S2, and showing different sides to them.

So what we have now is: "Two guys in love met in an asylum 2.5 years ago, and less than one year after they first met, one keeps coming to visit the other. The visits' subjects are then related to current day, where they finally live together like a real couple, with all it's ups and downs, and sexy results". It's a mouthful, I know. ;D But I think it works!

It's great to explore all these things and essentially back-track a bit versus rewrite any part of AtBoM. Plus, I get to mumble about something that always interests me in this 'verse: Bruce's relationship with his parents. To go from loving them and putting them and their deaths on a pedestal to look to for inspiration to keep going on being Batman, to learning they were the biggest criminals in the city and a key reason while he's even having to be Batman... That's gotta affect how he looks at things. Like, I mentioned Bruce's dislike of his house in AtBoM and TToJ, but here it's full-force. It was a mausoleum for their memory and now it's just a means to an end. He doesn't consider it home, or even rightfully his. But John living there with him makes it a home. Their home. :')

Also, I feel like I'm playing a decorating game and a dress up game with it! Kind of like The Sims, I guess. xD John's room and summer wardrobe are fun to craft as I go. (Don't worry, you'll get to see John's classic outfit at the end. For...reasons.) Plus, soon* you'll see Bruce's bedroom revamped!

#3:

A Ghost Too Far. Disk Horse, part two. Peeves is the one thing I still wistfully sigh over and go "ah, what could have been"...all while knowing that I took the bones of my blorbo and crafted him a full body myself. It's been 7 years since I started writing this particular story, and it clocks in over 230K words. As things are now, I have no idea if I'll ever actually finish it, for a myriad of reasons. So to make a long story short (HA!):

Out of the hundreds of thousands of HP fanfics, and the handful that had Peeves as a character, I found Peeves had no proper big epic romance story of his own and decided to make him one, combining it with one big exploratory setting of How He Is, all set in 2003/2004. His destined romantic partner is an American witch (queue eyeroll), acting as a one-year-only DatDA teacher (queue harder eyeroll), who I can describe in modern** terms as a gender-non-conforming adult punk who is absolutely fascinated with ghosts. She makes it a point to study the castle ghosts, especially Peeves, as poltergeists are super rare and physical ones are apparently unheard of outside of him. She makes a deal with Peeves that he can break just about anything she owns and annoy her all he wants, in exchange for information on how he works. Which I worked out via the aforementioned HP reread and lots of Deep Thinking as literally by feeding off of (aka absorbing) magic from humans, like his "relatives" the Dementor and Boggart. Unlike them, he primarily eats high energy feelings of "anger" "sadness" and "excitement", because he was created in a castle with children who can have powerful feelings of all three very easily. Is this theory of mine presented in canon? Who fucking cares anymore, the author's dead in all senses but literal.

It might not be finished, and it might never be, but writing out this monstrosity of a theory while getting a guy like Peeves to fall in and explore love for the first time holds a special place in my heart. Because not only does Peeves reside permanently in my brain (I'm pretty sure he's the Writing Gremlin who suggests those "this is what goes painfully wrong" scenarios), but so does Dandrane, who I hand-crafted to be Peevesy's romantic partner. I love her. I owe her. Her favorite color is hot pink; because of her, I have gotten over my old feud with the color pink. I wrote her to be 30 while I was then 24; after a while, nearing/turning 30 no longer bothered me. I wrote her to be cool, confident, and a little horrible. Because we all have that bitchy little voice in our head sometimes... The desire to break something without consequences... The need to have our anger recognized rather than ignored or attempted to be placated... Dandrane is a wonderful vessel for these feelings, even after all this time.

She's my cool girl. My tall bean. My silly little flamingo. I want to put her in an enriched enclosure and watch her with a set of binoculars.

#2:

At the Brink of Midnight. My most popular fic is second-place in my heart, at this current hour. (Ha!) For reasons I'm sure you long-time readers already guessed, that I have mentioned time and again in it's author notes: this fic was FUN to make!!!

The Halloween setting! The fresh takes on Scarecrow and Poison Ivy! John recreating Joker! Bruce rescuing John! Bruce finally hugging John! THE CONFESSION SCENE! A rave scene in a graveyard!!! Batman and Joker teaming up to kick ass!!!!!

It's! So! Great!!! It's not too long, but still a big novel-length! Easy to read and get lost in! It presents an original character who carries the possibility of redemption! It hits all those story beats I craved to see for a Season 3! Hell, even now I'd be hard pressed not to expect to see Dr. Crane in any potential sequel we'd get IRL!

Are there things I'd change? Sure. But nothing major. I'm still happy with it, even 4 years later. Maybe part of my love for it is also a desire to be able to pump out 110K words within a few months again...

#1:

The Tolls of Justice!

Is it my most popular fic? Nah, it's #2. But it's my #1. The king of my heart. It took 2-and-a-half years to finish, in no small part because 2020 was a bitch. And despite the frustration at writer's block, despite the silly errors that I still need to go back and fix, and despite the time it took...God, I LOVE it.

Whenever I reread part of it, I get sucked in and read more than I meant to. I know the majority of the little notes I made, but whenever I read one of the tarot hints I can't help but go ehe he he. I read John's breakdown in Arkham, and his transformation into what is his final form of vigilante!Joker, and I still tear up. I see the theme of a writer playing God, of having a defined inescapable ending but proving that choices still matter, and just sit with it in utter delight.

I have many favorite moments: Tiffany and John's day out, the entirety of the Wayne Gala, John and Iman's investigation at the theater, Batman's descent into the Court of Owls' secret lair with Robin... But I have a favorite bit. It's the kind of thing I giggle over while kicking my legs in my seat.

So in Chapter 12, Batman and Joker are having a few moments together before the Big Battle in the high tier of seats above the main floor/"stage area", able to watch the Court of Owls' mock-trial below. In theaters, the highest tier is sometimes known as "the gods" seats.

As my version of the CoO has their whole thing built on "our God wrote down our destiny exactly and the Evil God keeps causing chaos to interfere", and considering the DC multiverses and that Batman and Joker are constantly in them, and as Bats and Jokes are generally simplified as "Order and Chaos"... They're figuratively 'gods' in "the gods" seats watching the show below. ౧(*മ് ധമ്)੭ु⁾⁾

As for WIPs, I only have 2 at the moment. I use OneNote to write all my ideas for it (when I'm actually writing them down):

As you can see, I have sections for The Whole Nine Yards (abbreviated "W9Y" in notes only) and the untitled "BtTTS S5" below. (The "After Hours" is just IRL work notes, when I had to use my personal PC for work in 2020, and "Noir "is literally a list of film noir movies I'm keen to watch. I've been really into them lately!)

Right now S5's notepad only has 2 sections - the Thinkbox and "J Tech". The Thinkbox pages are pretty much the brainstorm dumping ground...but TWNY's is actually laid out rather nicely, like this. I'd post a screenshot, but then this post would...uh, turn nsfw... (; ' o' )

Right now, the only WIP word docs are here, in my "BtTTS - The Perseverance Project" folder:

As for tagging...hm. Um... Since it was frac' who tagged me... I choose @distort-opia, if they're so inclined! (And anyone else who wants to!) Edit: I am a fool who does not reread properly. 😭 Sorry hun, you already did it! So field's wide open!!!

*at the time of this posting, TWNY Chapter 7 is still in progress. It's 2/3rds of the way done! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

**at the time of writing the story in question, the term "gender non-conforming" was not known about as widely as it is now; basically, I knew what it was without knowing what it was called.

#fanfic #telltale batman #batman the telltale series #hp fanfic #hp #fanfiction #my wips #juce #batjokes #peeves the poltergeist #long post #fractualized #bttts #self rec #wip challenge #fuck jkr

[pookiecowpoke]

Hi, I don't know how busy you are with your own stories & other rarepair asks, but I'd love a follow-up to the Hercule/Levi fic you wrote for me. A sequel would be awesome, but if you wanted to write something completely different, that would be great too! I'm not picky lol, I just love your writing. Let me know if you need any more specific ideas, and if you aren't interested in writing the pairing again, no worries!! :)

Repaying a Favor

Pairing: Hercule Fontaine/Levi Simon

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption 2

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Warning: Period Typical racism, Kidnapping, bondage, bottom Levi Simon, oral sex, rough sex, skullfucking

Word Count: 1900

Comments: YES!! I love this pairing so much, like at first it was kind of skeptical but now I’m fuckin’ on board for it! And I apologize for the long wait, I’ve been dealing with college work, and my workplace closing ahhhh, but it’s here now XD

Levi’s skull ached in pulses as he woke up, vision swimming and stomach clenching on nothing. The jungle screamed with bird squawking, boar screeching, and bug buzzing all around him. It was a hum that made his head hurt even more. What even happened? 

He remembered riding his mule down a trail from one sugarcane crop to another, but then everything went black. When he managed to overcome the thumping of his brain to open his eyes, he saw the darkness of the jungle canopy and the glowing of a lantern close by. Body going tense, he realized his forearms (which were starting to go numb) were tied tightly with rope around the back of a chair. He flew into flight mode and started to yank on the rope, burning raw spots into his wrists. 

Whoever tied him to the chair did a bang-up job of it, which only made him want to strangle them more. If it was some of those rotten revolutionists, he was… well what was he going to do? That night with Hercule was still burned into his memory. Yes, he would slaughter all of them then keep Hercule as a prize, if the Colonel allowed that is. 

Levi sagged forward, glowering at the darkness of the jungle. He noted that there were some ancient looking bricks forming crumbling walls and flooring. He must be at some old establishment that was here before the Colonel ever made it to the island.

Wiggling in the chair, he found it might be decrepit enough to fall backwards and break it, but if it wasn’t he’d be stuck on the ground with a dislocated shoulder. But maybe he could back up to one of the walls and rub the rope against the sotne and weaken it. Smirking smugly, Levi started to scoot the chair backward toward the wall, only to be stopped by a low chuckle behind him. 

Whipping his head around, Levi squinted past the lantern light to see a dark figure blending in with the background. “Oi, step out so I can see you,” Levi snarled. 

The figure stood up straight and sauntered into the orange glow, the light sculpting his chest and torso. Levi’s next insult died in his throat as he looked at Hercule’s muscular frame and charming face. His face flushed and he turned back around so his eyes wouldn’t flow down Hercule’s suspenders to his pants. 

“You into kidnapping now?” Levi muttered, purposefully looking up at the broken canopy of trees. 

“You don’t seem to have a problem with kidnapping, Simon. Don’t preach to me.” Hercule walked up to Levi and crossed his arms, staring down his nose at him. 

Levi gulped feeling hot around the collar as he worked his jaw. “Gonna kill me then?” 

Hercule snorted and turned to look into the jungle. “No, actually I had my men bring you here so you wouldn’t get caught in the crossfire. Call it mercy.” 

Blinking slowly, Levi followed Hercule’s gaze to the darkness. “Mecry? What are you planning?” Hercule hummed and paced around to Levi’s back, making Levi choose to awkwardly look over his shoulder or keep his head forward and keep some dignity. 

“We’ve been planning this hit for a while, you don’t need to know the details, but it was going to get bloody.” Hercule leaned down, thick accent curling at Levi’s ear. 

The pieces clicked together making Levi choke out a laugh. “Nawh, you wanted to keep me safe, how precious.” 

“Hmm, that or keep you hostage to free more of the enslaved you control.” Levi froze before twisting his head back to look at Hercule, their noses nearly brushing at how close Hercule was. “Or maybe I brought you here to slit your throat and be done with it.”

Levi paled and turned his head back forward, clenching his fists and tugged at the knotted rope around his wrists. “But-but I freed you! And well…”

“‘And well’ what, Simon?” Hercule walked back around the chair to grab at his jaw, forcing his head back to look him in the eye. “Don’t tell me you freeing me was mercy, you have some sick attraction to me.”

Levi laughed nervously, trying to ignore the warmth that traveled from Hercule’s large hand into his throat. “And that’s a problem? You’re the one that fucked me.” 

Hercule huffed and pulled his hand back from Levi’s jaw, putting it on his hip and shaking his head. “I know.”

“And you can’t tell me you didn’t like it-”

“Shut up.”

Levi grinned, his tongue peeking out to wet his lower lip. So the big man could get flustered. 

“Fontaine, come now, if you truly didn’t like it you wouldn’t have finished-”

Hercule’s hand shot out like a snake, wrapping around his throat and applying pressure that made Levi dizzy. “I said, shut up.”

Wheezing softly, Levi relaxed into the hold, legs spreading as much as the bonds on his ankles would allow. Hercule had the look of confusion on his face before his dark eyes widened and his hand loosened for a moment. Levi tried to squish the disappointment that flooded through his chest, dragging his heart down, but his mouth turned down in a frown. Hercule remained silent for a moment before hsi eyes hardened and he reapplied the pressure, much to Levi’s surprise. 

“It seems you can’t hold your tongue, being a white man has fogged your brain, maybe I can refresh you on the way manners work.” Hercule hissed and brought a boot up to stomp inbetween Levi’s thighs, the tip barely brushing Levi’s crotch. 

Levi nodded as much as the hand locked under his chin would allow before Hercule removed his hand and slipped his suspenders off his gorgeous shoulders and unbuttoned his pants. Levi’s mouth went dry seeing the semi-hard dick pulled from Hercule’s pants. 

“If you know what is good for you, Simon, I’d suggest you put that mouth to work.” Hercule grunted while canting his hips forward so his cock was in range of Levi’s mouth. 

Levi looked up at Hercule with a smirk before leaning his head forward, straining his arms but he hardly cared in the moment if his arms were numb. Hercule held the base so Levi could wrap his lips around the soft head before letting go and allowing Levi to take control. 

“This better be your best performance.” Hercule carded his hand through Levi’s wiry hair before taking a handful. 

Levi breathed through his nose, tongue lapping at the slit then twirling around the tip. His own dick was pressing uncomfortably against the buttons of his fly, so temptingly close to Hercule’s boot but not close enough. While Levi went down the shaft, the head dragging along the roof of his mouth, he jerked his hips forward to press his cock against Hercule’s boot. 

“Of course, you can’t even do one task without needing something in return. Go ahead, rut against my boot like a dog while you take my cock, Simon.” Hercule’s hand in his hair turned harsh, dragging him down until his nose pressed into Hercule’s curls. 

The head hitting the back of his throat made Levi gag, but his eyes rolled back into his head when he brushed against Hercule’s boot, stringing pleasure zapping through his gut. Levi didn’t have time to adjust because Hercule took control of moving his mouth up and down his shaft with the locks in his hand. Levi only need focus on not gagging, and curling his tongue around the weeping head when the tip was between his lips. 

The salty taste of precum warmed his stomach and spurred him to grind feverishly against Hercule’s boot, the blunt edge and rough canvas of his pants creating a sensation almost too much and not enough at the same time. His lungs burned with lack of oxygen, but only heightened the feeling of arousal coursing through his body. 

He raised his watery eyes to look at Hercule’s bared teeth, pleasure evident in the crease of his brow and focus in his gaze. Levi swallowed around the cock, tracing a throbbing vein with his tongue, making Hercule gasp and tug Levi’s head into his thrust. Levi’s eyes widened with a choke, but Hercule grabbed both sides of his skull and began using all his brutish force to drive into Levi’s mouth. 

Slobber cascaded down Levi’s chin into his facial hair while his arms were wretched as far as they would go. His crotch had a growing wet patch against Hercule’s boot, making the dity leather shine in the lantern light. Hercule’s grunting sounded akin to an animal’s, only making Levi’s spine shutter and his eyes flutter shut, tears dripping down to mix with his saliva. 

“I’m going to spill my spent down your throat, and you will thank me for it before you get your due.” Hercule ended his order with a groan, thrusts increasing and making Levi’s head pulse with a growing headache. 

He could feel the cock swell heavily on his tongue before searing hot liquid hit the back of his throat. Levi felt his throat constrict and work to swallow the load, nose crushed against Hercule’s warm skin filled with the scent of musk and sweat. 

Hercule pulled away with a heavy sigh, saliva connecting his dick with Levi’s swollen lips. He angled his boot to press against Levi’s thigh, so close yet so far away from where he wanted it. “Well?”

Levi squinted, sniffling softly, ‘well’ what? He blinked away the tears in his eyes before sitting upright, the reminder of his raging erection present in the tent in his pants. Oh right. 

After clearing his throat, Levi rasped, “Thank you…” Hercule arched an eyebrow. “Thank you for your seed.” Levi was sure his cheeks were crimson as Hercule smirked and suddenly pressed the sole of his boot flat against the raised tent. 

“Good boy, now, go on. Chase that high you so desperately want.” Hercule pushed down on Levi’s groin, making him gasp before he was overcome with shameless need. 

Levi panted heavily as he planted his feet on the ground and arched up to grind quickly against Hercule. The chair tipped back as Levi threw his head back, the building pleasure in his lower stomach reached a boiling point. 

He gasped out a moan as he jerked up into the boot, his own cum soiling his pants. He dropped the chair back down to four legs and hung his head, trying to catch his breath. Hercule pulled his boot back and stuffed his dick back into his pants before pulling his suspenders back up. 

“That should keep you settled for awhile, I’m sure.” Hercule mumbled, making Levi brokenly laugh. 

“Still gonna kill me?” 

“Hmm, no, I never was, but you are going to stay here while I go with my men. I’ll let you go when I return. Sounds familiar doesn’t it, Levi?” Hercule cocked his head, a playful grin coming to his plush lips. 

Levi rolled his eyes, trying to wipe the saliva off his chin with his aching shoulder. “Sure, I’ll just patiently wait here.” 

“Good. I’ll see you shortly.” 

Both of them knew Levi would find a way out of his bonds, but by the time he did, Hercule and his men would have succeeded in their plan. In the meantime Levi needed to get feeling back into his body as his climax sucked all the energy out of him. 

#rarepair asks #rarepair #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #my writing #asks #levi simon #hercule fontaine #smut #fanfiction #tw: racism #saying that just incase #it's not super present but i wanna make sure

[ao3feedzukka-blog]

Touched

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54318343 by bias_bings_9 ,, The spirits have smiled upon you." The moon said gently. ,, What does that mean? " Zuko sniffled, holding unconscious Sokka in his arms. Zuko was stiff, he was exhausted enough to not be angry anymore. ,, He will live, but something will be different. " Yue smiled. Zuko grimaced with confusion and relief at the same time. He looked upon the Moon Spirit shining above him. ,, Thank you." He blinked and squeezed his husband, who started to gain his colors again. Zuko was glad that Sokka was going to be fine, not knowing that this whole event was gonna change their life forever.   HEHEHE be the mpreg you wanna see in the world xd Words: 4470, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, M/M, Other Characters: Sokka (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar), Aang (Avatar), Katara (Avatar), Iroh (Avatar), Hakoda (Avatar), Bato (Avatar), Toph Beifong, Izumi (Avatar), Bumi (Avatar), Azula (Avatar), Suki (Avatar), Ty Lee (Avatar), Mai (Avatar), The Gaang (Avatar), Momo (Avatar), Yue (Avatar), Druk (Avatar) Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Sokka & Zuko (Avatar), Aang/Katara (Avatar), Iroh & Zuko (Avatar), Bato/Hakoda (Avatar), Toph Beifong & The Gaang Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Gay Character, Gay as hell, Past Relationship(s), Past Mai/Zuko (Avatar), Past Sokka/Suki (Avatar), Children of Characters, Gay Sex, Blood and Injury, Injury, Major Character Injury, Permanent Injury, but not as you think, Mpreg, Implied Mpreg, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Love, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Humor, Spirits, Yue is a friendly spirit, Post-Canon, Scars, Zuko is a Good Firelord (Avatar), Zuko is a good parent, Protective Sokka (Avatar), Protective Zuko (Avatar), Firelord Zuko (Avatar), Gay Zuko (Avatar), Top Zuko (Avatar), Bottom Sokka (Avatar), Hurt Sokka (Avatar), sokka gets hurt, Childbirth, Past Child Abuse, Dark Past, Spirit World, Happy Ending, Husbands, Blud, be the mpreg you wanna see in the world, Family Fluff, Cravings, Zuko goes feral, Druk saves the day, Original Character(s) March 07, 2024 at 04:33PM

#IFTTT #Zukka #AO3Feed Zukka #Sokka/Zuko

[asset35-maya]

I am sleepy but I gotta make a request before the busy tomorrow so 2 things on my mind! Sleepy and the 'oh my god they were roomates' vine xD with any characters and aus I love everything you write anyways xD Happy timezones and best vibes your way >^<!! 💖💞💕💕

Oh my god, they were roommates…

//

“The rental market in Detroit is absolute shit! How dare these bloodsuckers charge such high rates for the most under-developed properties! This city’s going to the dogs!”

“Uh-huh.”

“You have to pay your own weight in gold just to live in a shoebox for a year. Nonsense!”

“Uh…”

“Are you even listening to me, Tina!

Tina?

Goddamnit Tina!”

Gavin thumped his fist on her desk, but Tina’s eyes barely flicked up from her phone.

“Oh my god, you sound like my grandpa…”

Gavin turned red and his brain buzzed with a thousand colourful retorts. He was just about to pick one when Tina stopped scrolling and turned her phone screen towards him.

CYBERSCALIA @ NEW JERICHO

The suburban paradise for executive androids and humans alike. Located 25 minutes drive from downtown Detroit, with a full amenities.

Gavin’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. He balked at her.

“You’re joking? How could I possibly…?”

“Get with the times, boomer…”

Tina lazily skimmed her thumb over the screen. The webpage promised plenty of greenery, good infrastructure and modest but spacious rooms. The extremely reasonable price tag was Gavin’s dream come true. He’d spent weeks apartment hunting in the wake of an early lease termination by his cantankerous landlord. Gavin knew he’d never find a better deal.

“Shit, this is so good, T! Why the phck does it have to be in that- that place!”

His friend arched a sceptical eyebrow.

“What place?”

“The Tincan ghetto!”

Tina smacked him on the arm. None too gently.

“It’s subsided public housing located in an android-friendly estate… because they’re the ones that need it most right now. And frankly, you seem to be in just as much need, so you should really get off that high horse.”

“Fine, fine. You’re right. I should seriously consider this place, even if my neighbours are gonna have more in common with my car than me. But damn, it seems a little too good to be true. There’s probably some fine print, hidden costs that’ll come out later.”

“Hmm… let’s see…”

Tina scrolled further and then let out a half-laugh. She held her phone up again.

“Nothing shady about the rates, but there is something you should know…”

At the risk of being called old again, Gavin squinted at the screen and read aloud.

“Bearing in mind the founding principles of New Jericho, all human occupants may only apply for tenancy in co-habitation with at least one android citizen of the United States of- JESUS PHCKING CHRIST! Absolutely not! I am not going to live with a plastic prick!”

//

Gavin had to get through half a bottle of wine before he could bear to scroll through the rental listings. Unlike other humans who had happily moved into New Jericho with their android friends or partners, he had to find an android who was also looking for a flatmate.

Some listings came from ardent supporters of Markus. These were the androids who wanted to ease the post-revolution transition by reaching out to humans. Some listings were put up by the android equivalent of frat boys. These individuals were clearly looking for someone on the fringes of human society, someone who could show them a good (if not illegal) time.

Other posts came from eccentric androids who craved company but had likely been rejected by their own kind. Gavin felt a strange twisting sensation, almost like pity, when he came across a post written entirely in third person by someone called Ralph.

He had almost given up hope when he came across a simple little listing for a two bedroom apartment in Cyberscalia.

RK900 #313 248 317 - 87: Seeking a neat, self-sufficient co-renter. Human or android, no preference. I spend most of my time working and will be out of your way for the better part of the day. I only ask for silence during my nighttime stasis cycles, timely payment of dues and upkeep of cleanliness.

Gavin sighed in relief.

//

“Your room is the first door on the left, mine is the second. The bathroom, laundry and kitchenette are shared, as is the living room. I scarcely find use for the latter, so you need not worry about my intruding on any of your social gatherings, or vice versa. As long as you adhere to the terms of the agreement, our paths will not cross much.”

The tall, stiff-necked android dropped a set of keys, both mechanical and digital, into Gavin’s open palm.

“Er thanks.. RK… sorry I forgot your full model number…”

“You may call me Nines. Although, I’d rather you didn’t call me much of anything. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

In a swish of black fabric, the android turned on his heel and disappeared into his room. Two rapid clicks indicated the shutting and locking of his door.

Gavin sighed and looked around the open-plan living room. It was nothing fancy, but it was far beyond any of the other properties he’d viewed in weeks of unsuccessful house-hunting.

He sat down on the simple black couch with a huff and contemplated his situation. He’d ended up where he’d truly never expected to go, but objectively speaking, things were good… barring the high-handed manner of his robot flatmate, but who gave a shit about that.

He pulled out his phone to text Tina his thanks.

//

“I can’t! I refuse to! It is a violation of my personal ethics and I will simply not take this assignment any further. Good day to you sir!”

Gavin nearly dropped his bowl of cereal one morning when his roommate burst out of his door and rushed into the open balcony.

He hadn’t seen Nines in days, which was perfectly normal. The android came and went at odd hours and made hardly any noise. It was almost like living alone. The only reminder of Nines’ presence was the sight of several dark shirts and trousers regularly hung out to dry on the rack above the washing machine.

Gavin set his bowl down and watched the android tightly grip the bars of the railing and take several unnecessary breaths to calm down. He’d seen deviant colleagues express emotion many times before, but this was the first time he witnessed such a potent mixture of rage and sorrow from a synthetic being.

Out of empathy, but mostly curiosity, Gavin approached cautiously.

“Hey Nines… is everything alright…?”

There was no response for several moments. Then Nines turned around with a grimace and hands held upwards in a placating gesture.

“I apologise for the disturbance. It was hypocritical of me to disrupt the very peace and quiet I demand of you.”

“Uh… no worries…? Are you okay?”

There was a flash of steel blue eyes.

Gavin kicked himself mentally as he realised too late that he’d broached uncharted territory. Their interactions didn’t extend beyond curt nods on the rare occasion they found each other in the same space. It was almost as if Nines engineered the lack of contact, which wouldn’t surprise Gavin at all if it were the case.

“I’m fine. I merely experienced some frustration with my work.”

Perhaps it was boredom, perhaps it was his usual lack of self-preservative instinct… Gavin threw caution to the winds.

“What do you actually do?”

Nines’ expression remained stoic but his LED went through a spectacular series of colours and flashes. His next words were reluctant.

“I’m a private investigator.”

“Oh shit! I’m actually a cop.”

Gavin pointed dumbly at himself and then let his hand drop when he saw absolutely no surprise cross the android’s face.

“I know. That’s why I let you stay with me.”

“For safety?”

“Certainly not for your fashion sense.”

“Wow okay, I didn’t think I’d be much protection for a big scary droid like you.”

Nines hummed dismissively and started to move out of the balcony, body language fully indicating the end of the conversation.

Unable to help himself for some strange reason, Gavin blurted out another ill-advised question.

“What pissed you off so much?”

Nines paused halfway through side-stepping the human. A thrill went through Gavin at the shards of ice he observed for the first time up close in Nines’ irises.

“If I tell you, will you promise to stop asking pointless questions?”

Gavin nodded earnestly, and frankly… rather foolishly.

“I helped a client gather evidence to initiate divorce proceedings on the grounds of infidelity. I provided ample photo and video evidence for his lawyers to work with. Now they want me to keep following the spouse to capture more details that could gear any future settlement in his favour.”

“So what’s your problem?”

“They’re offering me an incredible amount of cash to follow her 24/7. To stake out her workplace, her gym, her parent’s home. They want me to crouch under the window of the bedroom where her children sleep. I can do a lot of things, but not that. It’s deeply insulting that they even asked. That’s why I was so… pissed.”

Nines slipped past and was nearly back to his bedroom when Gavin spoke.

“I respect that.”

“I didn’t ask.”

“I know, but for real though, I think ethics are important in our line of work. Not just because of we need morals or a sense of right or wrong blablabla, but because we need… clarity.”

Silence floated through the hallway as Nines paused with a hand on his doorframe.

“Clarity?”

“Yeah, like a sense of direction. We don’t just take cases right-left-centre because they make us money. I mean, we could, and people do… but they never become specialists or experts of any kind. You gotta strategise if you want a career. Ethics helps with that. I think…”

Gavin wasn’t sure what made him say any of that. He was neither one for small talk, nor a man of many words… but something about Nines prompted that unusual level of introspective discourse.

“Sorry that was weird. Never mind.”

“That was actually… very astute.”

Their eyes met and Gavin could’ve sworn he saw the hint of a smile.

“It’s good to see that not all humans are as one-dimensional as I thought.”

The door clicked shut, but there was no locking sound.

//

Since the morning of Nines’ uncharacteristic outburst, the frequency of their encounters in the common areas of the apartment increased. Wordless nods became hellos, and hellos eventually became full sentences.

Not that he’d admit it, Gavin actually looked forward to enquiring about the android’s day and the cases he was working on. It was utterly fascinating to hear about legal investigations without the constraints of police procedure.

For his part, Nines would share as much as he had the patience to, before disappearing into the confines of his room. Though the time he spent outside steadily increased every day.

Another morning, while Gavin was making his coffee, Nines emerged from his room, still in his pyjamas and looking as livid as he had the time before. Gavin had never seen him in anything but crisply ironed businesswear. Before he could voice any concern, Nines stiffly asked Gavin to keep a lookout for a homicide suspect.

He nodded and immediately reached for his phone to text the sergeant on duty at his station. By midday, there was an arrest.

That evening, when Gavin settled in front of the TV with his usual glass of wine, he heard the familiar sound of Nines’ door opening. The couch dipped beside him.

“Thank you.”

“Just did my job. I should thank you for the tip.”

“Hmm.”

Gavin chanced a glance at his roommate, and found him looking right back.

“What?”

“Nothing… I just had the realisation that much of my work is impotent without the authority and means to take any kind of action.”

The sitcom began to play and Gavin thumbed the remote to reduce the volume.

“Takes all kinds to keep the streets clean. PIs can do things cops can’t. We rely on guys like you for intel all the time, you know.”

“I know.”

No words were exchanged for a while thereafter. Gavin found himself unable to focus on the TV show with all the brooding energy emanating from his right.

“If you feel like being a private eye doesn’t make enough of a difference, then why didn’t you… um… you know…”

“Join law enforcement?”

“Yup.”

“Plenty of my fellow androids have done so. I know for a fact that my predecessor model chose to remain there. You might know him.”

“Connor? Yes. Very annoying.”

“He is, isn’t he?”

“Totally. But why didn’t you join too? You’d be brilliant on the Force.”

“My skillset is certainly well-suited, but I didn’t want to become another puppet of the state.”

Gavin really didn’t know what to say to that. He nodded uncertainly and looked back at the television. He wasn’t sure why Nines was suddenly this social.

“What are you… watching?”

Androids could scan and detect just about anything in the world, so there had to be something else to the question. Gavin, strangely, was happy to oblige.

//

Nines made an appearance every evening, without fail. He would sit through the TV shows if they were of interest, or he would bring his case material and notes to the coffee table to work in silence beside Gavin.

Sometimes Gavin liked to work on jigsaw puzzles on the dining table. Nines would sit beside him, pretending to read a paperback novel, but actually scanning the puzzle and passing the right pieces over from time to time.

Against all odds, an evening ritual and a tentative friendship developed. It was simple, but it was warm. Comfortable. Like nothing Gavin had ever had before, even with humans.

//

He awoke one morning with a slight crick in his neck but the feeling of being very well-rested.

His eyes flickered open and fell upon the window. Familiar greenery came into view… but wait… had everything slightly shifted to the left? And was that the New Jericho Capitol building? He couldn’t see that from his room! There was a tree in the way! A tree that was now a few feet away from where it used to be.

Gavin sat up in alarm as he realised that he was not in his own bed. His heart flew into his throat as Nines walked through the open doorway. Shirtless and carrying a mug of blue liquid.

“Oh good, you’re up.”

“Wha-what happened!?”

Nines frowned and sat down on the edge of the bed. He set the mug on the floor and pulled on a plain black t-shirt.

“You passed out on the couch last night. I think you finished a whole bottle waiting up for me? Sorry, I was out working later than expected.”

Gavin looked down and sighed in relief as he found all his clothes still on him.

“I didn’t want you to injure yourself sleeping at an odd angle so I brought you here. Your door was locked.”

“You could’ve easily opened it.”

“Yes, but that would’ve been an invasion of privacy. I reserve that for working hours alone.”

Gavin looked deep into the sparkling blue eyes and as usual found no trace of humour.

“Thanks…”

“Don’t mention it. Now get out. You’re ruining my silk sheets.”

//

Against his best efforts, Gavin could not keep the thought of being carried to bed and tucked in safely out of his mind. How many years had it been? Since something like that had been even remotely possible for him?

He knew that Nines was just being kind in his own pragmatic little way… but Gavin found that he wouldn’t mind the prospect of waking up in the android’s bed in a wildly different context.

He realised he had it bad when Tina caught him smiling to himself at work one day.

“Why so happy?”

“Oh… nothing. Just remembered something my roommate did… He’s a… funny guy.”

“Huh. Well, look at you getting along so well with androids.”

“Android. Singular. Just him.”

“Wowwww… he sounds special.”

//

“Who did this?”

“Gavin, the damage is merely superficial-”

“Who phcking did this??!”

He reached forward and gingerly touched Nines’ split cheek. His synth skin was smeared with blue blood and glitching in and out. Nines winced at the contact.

“Shit, sorry. That must hurt like a bitch.”

“Androids do not feel pain.”

“Bullshit.”

“I’m merely experiencing a surge in sensory input wherever my chassis is exposed. I’m fine.”

“Shut up and give me your first aid kit or whatever toolbox equivalent you tincans have.”

A shade of embarrassment appeared over the android’s features.

“I… actually don’t have one. I didn’t think I’d ever need it.”

“Didn’t think anyone could kick your ass, huh?”

“No… I didn’t think anyone would ever spot my hiding place.”

“Huh. How’d that happen?”

Nines’ eyes dipped, but as always, he answered the question.

“I was… distracted.”

Something in the air solidified and both of them felt it. Gavin cleared his throat and slapped his knees like an old man about to stand up.

“Right. Let me go check if the neighbours have anything that might help with your face.”

//

“So who’s this dapper young gent you’ve brought to the party, Gavin?”

“Er… he’s my uh… roommate.”

Captain Fowler nodded and winked.

“That’s what they called it in my day too.”

Nines shifted beside Gavin and cleared his throat.

“He’s a PI. But I think he’s wasting his talent taking pictures of cheating spouses. He’s quite interested in police work. Maybe we could get him to assist on a couple cases now and then?”

Fowler put down his drink and extended a warm hand to Nines.

//

“Oh thank RA9!”

Nines came running to the cluster of police cars and enveloped him in a giant hug. Gavin laughed as he patted him weakly on the back.

“Watch the ribs, big guy.”

“I was so worried.”

“Why? Your info was good. No chance of error.”

“I meant about you.”

Gavin pulled back and regarded Nines with confusion. The flashing red and blue lights of the cars made it hard to read his LED.

“Why?”

“I can’t believe you have to ask.”

The android pulled him into a bruising kiss. The officers standing nearby broke into wolf-whistles and applause.

“What the-”

“Oh I take full credit for that, sir.”

Fowler glanced at Tina.

“The case, Chen?”

“Oh of course. I solved the whole thing. But I mean that specifically.”

She waved a hand in Gavin and Nines’ direction. The two held each other tightly and seemed unlikely to come up for air anytime soon.

“Like I helped Gav find an affordable place in New Jericho and then he met this handsome investigator droid and they were roommates.”

“Oh my god, they were roommates…”

“Yeah legit.”

//

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Thanks so much for the request @jude-shotto

This ended up being a lot longer than expected, but I couldn’t help it. Your prompt just took me on a whole journeyyyy <3

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[deepinmyheadcanon]

The inspiration just hasn't been gripping me lately, sorry! HOWEVER, a wonderful anon sent me a lovely, naughty little prompt and ooooooh baby! So, this is my 'attempt' at accepting my first request I guess? Hope you enjoy it!

Title: Lost and Found?

Pairing: None really XD

Characters: Damian Priest, Rhea Ripley, Nikki A.S.H

Word Count: 3318

Content Warnings: Language, Masturbation

Rating: Mature

Quick note: Damian lends Rhea a pair of his tights after she loses her gear.

rhearipley_wwe:

*LOST GEAR BAG*

My MosherZ of Albuquerque I know this is a stretch but, if any of you have seen a black travel suitcase around Office Boulevard & Montaño rd please hold onto it and let me know. It has all my gear in it, including my title. Cheers!

Damian looked at his phone, twitter app open in front of him, looking at the tweet Rhea had just posted. "Man, that’s shitty.” he mumbled to himself, retweeting it.

ArcherOfInfamy:

Help the homie out!

He tapped the ‘tweet’ button before cycling back to his Messages and starting a new text.

Damian: Hey, you alright? Left your stuff behind?

Rhea: Mate, I’ve had people commenting on the tweet saying ‘it’s gone, you aren’t getting it back’, ‘they’ve probably hawked it’, ‘good luck’ stuff like that. Just sent something out asking for people to look on things like Facebook Marketplace etc for people selling my gear! 😤

Damian: Shit…

Rhea: Yeah, my belt’s in there too! Honestly, the gear’s replaceable, it’s my belt! Props are gonna go mad… and Vince? Shit.

Damian: Double shit.

Rhea: Right? Got a fucking match tonight, no gear.

Damian sighed, scrubbing his face. It sounded stupid when he thought about it but, Rhea did have long legs.

Damian: I’ve got a spare pair of tights you can borrow for tonight.

Rhea: 😂 you must be joking!

Damian: I’m actually serious.

Rhea: Will they fit?

Damian: Don’t know, try them out. I’ll bring them to you when I get to the arena.

Rhea: Well, thanks I guess. They’ll be better than wrestling in jeans and a t-shirt!

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“That’s messed up.” Nikki crowed, sitting next to Rhea as she got her makeup done. “We were literally gone from the table for a few moments!”

“I know. Guess it only takes the time taken to get another coffee for some piece of crap to steal my case…” Rhea hissed, picking at her fingernails. “It’s never happened to me before.”

“Well, you can borrow my title belt if y’need to?” she offered.

“Please, yeah. That’d be great.” she rested her head on Nikki’s shoulder. “I don’t know what I’m gonna tell people.”

Nikki patted the back of Rhea’s head comfortingly. “I can guarantee you’re not the first person to get your gear nicked. It’ll be fine.”

“Thanks,” she tutted. “I feel much better.” she lifted her head and smiled wryly, rubbing her forehead.

“Delivery for a Miss Ripley?” Damian announced with a goofy smile, approaching the tag champions, a pair of folded up pants tucked under his arm.

Rhea shook her head, smiling as she stood up to greet him. “Hi!” She wrapped her arms around him, under his armpits, butting her forehead on his chest. “My hero.”

“Hey, I hope they fit?” he chuckled warily, placing his free hand in the middle of her back, reciprocating the hug.

“Me too.” she sighed, stepping back to receive them from him. “Thanks bud.”

“You’re welcome.” he smiled. “They’re just black ones. Oh and make sure you wash them before I get them back…” he teased, walking away from them. “You stink after a match, don’t really want Rhea stank on my gear!”

Rhea smacked Nikki’s arm with the back of her hand for laughing at his comment. “Thank you, thank you for that.” she snarled, calling after him. “You too by the way!”

“Bye Damian!” Nikki cooed as he turned off around a corner, laughing at Rhea’s disdain. Rhea heard him say ‘later!’ back with a dismissive wave. She unfurled the borrowed tights with a deep breath out of her nose, shaking her head at how long they were. She could deal with the waistband, but the leg length? “So… they’re gonna look hilarious on you.” Nikki teased.

“Shut up, you didn’t offer to lend me anything!” Rhea smirked, eyeing up Damian’s gear, scrutinising it, wondering if she could roll up the leg length at the ankles. Maybe some safety pins here and there?

“You’re taller than I am. Also, I’m pretty sure you said ‘No’ to the blue and gold?”

“Unless it’s Vegeta!” Rhea looked over at her and smirked. “That gear was fire!”

“Yup, unless it’s Vegeta.” Nikki chuckled, pointing at the material in her hands. “Did he offer to lend you those?”

“Yeah, I did ask him if he was joking…” she giggled.

“I’m just imagining you in those pants…” she laughed with her friend.

“Yeah well, at least they’re the right style!” Rhea stuck her tongue out at Nikki, turning away from her. “I’m gonna go and change. See ya in a bit.”

“In a bit!” she chuckled, turning her face back to their make-up artist.

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They actually didn’t fit badly at all. They were very long on her, Damian’s almost a foot taller than she is in bare feet. She folded up the extra lycra, tucking it into her socks, putting her Doc Martens back on. She tightened up the waistband with the laces inside of the fabric, pulling them as tight as she could manage. A wardrobe malfunction was at the bottom of her list of wants and needs right now. She turned to the side in front of her mirror, admiring the way the rest of the fabric clung to her butt and legs. The waistband looked a little bunched up though. Her brows furrowed in thought. Fortunately, the rest of her travel bags were still in her possession. She pulled out a punched belt and looped it through the belt hoops, smiling proudly when it did the job of covering up the faux pas.

“Thank you, Damian…” she grinned, smoothing her hands over her thighs and butt.

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After his match, Damian watched the action from the side of the stage. If it was on TV, he’d be in his locker room watching on a monitor, but that's just the way live events go. There were only two matches left on the card; Rhea’s match was up next, a fatal four way for the RAW Women’s Championship. He’d already showered and changed into jeans and sliders after his match, towel slung around his neck to stop the water running down his back and onto his pants. He massaged his scalp with the towel as he watched from his seat. Bianca and Sasha had already made their entrances. Charlotte, as champion, would come out last, so Rhea was next out. He chuckled to himself, thinking about the specific pair of tights he’d lent to her. He’d fully expected them to swamp her.

When her music hit, he leaned further out to catch her come down the ramp. He was already smiling like a total goofball.

But then, out she came.

And the smile immediately fell from his face.

“Dios mío…” he whispered to himself. His hand shot up to his mouth in an attempt to conceal his expression. He watched her pose for the crowd in a state of shock and… very sudden lust. He’d never looked at her that way. Though there was no doubt in his mind that she was beautiful, she was his friend. One of his best friends. Nothing more. He couldn’t believe that those tights weren’t made for her. She was wearing his gear and it fit her like a glove. On her top, just a crop top that he’d seen her wear at the gym… now he was seeing it as if it was the first time he’d seen her wear it. He shifted in his seat, examining every contour of her body in his clothes. Her ass looked firm and round, her thighs looked toned and strong, her belted waist hugged by the material. The smile only began to return to his face when she posed on the ring apron.

“Good match, brother!”

He startled when he heard a voice and felt a slap to his back, wiping his lips, drying them off. He looked around, briefly, with a courteous smile, snapping his attention back to the ring. “Thanks man!”

“You’re very welcome!” Riddle smiled broadly, as he often did, leaning on the back of Damian’s chair. “Oh crap, I didn’t know Rhea’s match was on yet…”

Damian cleared his throat and wet his lips, his lips were dry, but he was salivating, his mouth like a waterfall. He kept gulping, trying to stop, but he couldn’t. “Yeah, just starting now.”

Her match went by like a blur. He saw everything but, he wasn’t focused on the pace of the match. Just her.

When the final bell rang, he came around a bit, Charlotte’s theme music signalling her victory. At least she wasn’t involved in the finish, that was Sasha’s fall. She looked to be out at ringside. He stood up to get a closer look and gave a tiny smile when she stood up and walked to the back of her own accord. “Good.”

“Yeah’d’you see that bump she took off the apron? Gnarly, bro.”

Matt was still there. He’d probably been trying to talk to him the whole time. “She’ll be fine.”

“Always is!” he nodded his reply and hopped into Damian’s vacated seat. “Staying out for the main?”

“Nah, not my scene until I’m in it.” Damian smiled gently, a lie but a worthy one in his eyes.

“Alright, bro, catch ya later!”

“Yep, later…” he strode away into the backstage area, tossing the damp towel into one of the baskets in the gorilla position. He tracked back towards his dressing room, momentarily ignoring the pull of his instincts. All of his senses were sharpened, tuned up. He idly adjusted his pants as soon as he was sure no-one could see him. “Fuck…” he groaned quietly through a smile. He was more turned on than he thought he was. He decided to wait for a moment, a moment to calm down and collect his thoughts. He hopped up onto a cargo crate outside the door and took a deep breath, adjusting until he felt comfortable, sighing out with a lazy smile. He planted his hands down, holding the edge of the box as he tried to calm himself, closing his eyes. “Fuck!” His head was slightly bowed, long hair hanging down the side of his face. He couldn’t stop thinking about her body. About her. He really was trying hard. Thoughts like these ruined friendships and her friendship was important to him. “Shit-fuck.” he cursed himself aloud, calm was the last thing he felt right now. Awakened, needy, aroused, confused? Yeah, all of those things.

“You…” a happy voice filled the corridor.

Damian’s eyes blinked open and he immediately looked up to his right. He took in a shaky breath as he saw Rhea bounding towards him. He slid down from the crate and slowly walked over to meet her.

She smiled brightly as she came closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “There you are! My life--” she gasped sharply. Damian wrapped himself around her, his long, muscular arms holding her body to his, trapping her against him, his hands coming to rest on her lower back. “...saver…” her voice quietened, a hint of worry in her tone. “Hey… what’s u--” Suddenly, she felt his body tighten, his arms holding her closer to him. She gasped softly, blushing hard when she realised, but didn’t dare to tease him about it. She could feel all of him pressed against her. His face was hot against her cheek, his breath heavier than usual, he hugged her tighter than usual and she could feel a bigger bulge in his pants than she was used to. “Are we okay?”

He made a contented noise as he let the scent of her hair products fill his nostrils. “I don’t know what... took over me…” he explained, his voice just loud enough for her to hear, a low, deep rumble.

She smiled, enjoying his warmth. “How do you mean?”

“Seeing you… wearing my gear, I just…” he sighed softly. “I… Amo tu trasero en mis pantalones.” he whispered, voice thick with lust, his hand moving on instinct, trailing down her back.

“I understand pantalones…?” she teased, leaning her head back to see his face. “Inglés?”

Damian sighed, closing his eyes for a second. “I’ve honestly… before today… never thought I’d see you as anything more than my friend?” he began. “I never would’ve thought, in a thousand years, that lending you my gear, seeing you in it... would make me realise how badly I wanted you…” he smiled, biting his inner lip.

“Oh…” Rhea’s face read surprised, her blush deepening at the sound of the low tone in his voice. “Well, none of those words were ‘trousers’…”

He chuckled nervously, hiding his face in her shoulder. “Your ass… damn, it looked so good in my pants.”

“It really did, didn’t it?” she agreed with a small nod, nudging his face with her shoulder.

“‘Scuse me?”

“That material really hugs everything…” she smiled. “Feels like a second skin.” When he looked back at her, his eyes had darkened. She bit her tongue. “No wonder you like them so much…” she shivered as he pulled her in closer to him, pressing his hips against her belly.

“See what’s happening to me?” he breathed deeply, bowing his head. He could feel his pants growing tighter by the moment, his body warming, a rivulet of sweat trickling down his spine.

She grinned, slowly scratching at his sides with her long nails. He let out a slow, bubbling moan that made her stop dead. “I can feel what’s happening to you. You’re toeier than a pair of thongs...”

He laughed despite himself. “What?” he asked, shaking his head incredulously.

“You’re horny as fuck.” she nodded, Damian blushed, lips parted. “You translate for me, I translate for you.” she smiled, biting her bottom lip. “Now, let me go, I need a shower and, no thanks to you, I’m sweatier than I was before.”

He loosened his grip on her, taking a deep breath. “Tease.” his lip curled into a lopsided smile.

“Hey, you’re the one rubbing your dick against me…” she whispered. “Go, get a cold shower, tame that… uh,” she glanced down at his crotch, his flesh making a hard outline in his jeans. “drain pipe down and come and, uh, talk to me after? Okay?”

“‘kay.”

She escaped his embrace and headed off toward her locker room with a playful swing of her hips. “Mmmhmm, I might keep these…”

He bit his lip hard, feeling his cock jump at the sight of her moving her body like that, as he grabbed the handle of his locker room door and wrenched it open. He hoped that no-one was waiting around for him in there as he locked the door tight behind him. He was, thankfully, in luck. He kicked off his sliders and practically ripped the buttons of his jeans open, tugging them down off his long legs, his boxers caught in the wake. He shuddered when the cooler air from the AC reached his hot length. “Shit… aaah goddammit...” he laughed to himself, his foot stuck in the leg of his jeans, nearly tripping him in his urgency. He lifted his leg up to his knee and yanked the tight material from his foot and cast it aside. As soon as he got into the shower area, he struck the power button and lay back against the wall, seething under the cool water as it hit his heated skin.

As the water got hotter, he scrubbed his hands under the stream, ducking his head under, wetting it through. He breathed softly through his parted lips as he took his heavy balls in his hand and warmed them, massaging them with his palm heel. His eyes rolled shut as he tugged gently at his flesh with a shaky, rumbling breath. He took his cock in his other hand and held it for a moment, tracing the pulsing vein underneath it with his index and middle fingers, lips parting when he came to the base, applying more pressure as he did so. The last he saw of her was the lycra of his pants clinging perfectly to her hips as she walked away… and that image came flooding into his head. “So hot…” he growled quietly, feeling his cock swell in his hand and with a hungry grin, he squeezed himself, stroking up his generous length, sighing at how good it felt. He could see her black rimmed eyes and black painted lips in his mind, her standing in front of him, touching his sides, scratching his lower back with those claws she called nails.

He pressed down under the head, closing his fist around it and lifted his hand from his balls to his base, chasing his hand up to the top and back down again. I wish it was her lips he mused, moaning eagerly as he simulated a gentle sucking motion on the tip, rubbing himself slowly in long strokes with the other hand. He growled harshly as he felt his orgasm building, balls tightening up, blood rushing to the head. He began to stroke quicker, switching his stroking hand, just holding the base of his cock up, touching his balls with his fingers as he worked the top of his aching pole. “Mmmm fuck…” his hips jutted forward in his hand, back coming away from the wall a little. He imagined her again, knelt in front of him, naked and soaked with water, lips wrapped tight around him, cheeks hollowed, letting him sink himself into her mouth. “Oh my god…” he thrust into both of his hands, slowly to begin with but, quickly picking up the speed. He wished he’d had something to hold onto, a bar or something, since he was quickly losing control. His ass and back quietly smacked back against the wall with every move he made, his hips thrusting wildly into his tight grip, pre-come leaking out of the tip mingling with the hot water.

When his groans of desperation grew more urgent, he let go of himself with his top hand, finding the wall with it and holding it with the flat of his hand, gripping at the tiles with his stubby nails to steady himself. “So good, so close…” he panted, rutting into his hand, teeth clenched and eyes screwed shut. “Oh fuck!” he shouted loudly, bucking up into his hand as he started to come over his fist, clawing at the wall next to him. His neck and upper body flushed bright red with his completion and the heat of the water as he continued to stroke himself fast, growling and keening as he spurted white threads onto the wall in front of him. “Fuuuuuck…” he groaned finally, tight, racked muscles failing him as he slid down the wall with a satisfied, lazy grin. He chuckled to himself, running his clean hand through his hair and looking up at the ceiling, blinking the water out of his eyes. He chewed his inner lip, smiling, thinking of her again. Her pretty smile, her cute demeanor, the way she bounced around the halls like a kid. “Dammit, Rhea…” he sighed, getting his composure and cleaning himself up.

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Once he was dry and dressed, he decided to check his phone. He noticed that Rhea had posted a clip of her coming out to the ring earlier on Twitter. It was a view from her front, the side he didn’t see.

rhearipley_wwe

No gear, no problem. Thanks for the pants ArcherOfInfamy 😅 WWEElPaso

Eleven minutes ago. Thanks for the pants... she knows what she’s done. Damn tease. he thought with a perplexed sigh. How was he going to just go over there and ‘talk’ to her after that? His reply? A gif. Since he didn’t know quite what to say after she’d left him so flustered.

“I’m never lending her my shit again…”

#wrestle fic #damian priest #rhea ripley #so much smut #fanfiction

[littlestarofthewest]

*chants softly* Do it - write that modern AU uno fic that the fandom doesn't realise that they desperately need 👿😏😘

Remember this? This came up between Christmas and New Year’s 2019 xD And now I finally did it.

Pairing: Arthur x gn reader | Words: 2325 | Rating: mildly nsft | Tags: strip Uno (yes, you’re reading this right), modern AU

The party is in full swing around you, but you have no desire to join in. It's been a while since a new year made you hopeful, and all the happiness and well wishes for another promising year sound forced and wrong in your ears.

It's too loud, and it smells like alcohol and too many people in a small space. You can barely breathe, so you head along the corridor to the rooms that are off-limits to the other guests. You don't feel like crashing in John's and Abigail's bedroom, so you take the next room that's part office, part storage room. In the past, you sometimes crashed here for the night.

You close the door behind you with a sigh and are about to head for the couch, but then you spot someone sitting in front of it on the ground. He's hunched over a little and looks up when you stop dead in your tracks.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know somebody was in here."

"It's alright," the guy says, offering you a kind smile.

A little lamp next to the sofa throws a soft shadow on his face, and you recognize the beard and nice features. You've seen him many times in photos around the apartment.

"You're Arthur, right?" you ask. "John's friend slash brother?"

Arthur chuckles. "Yeah, I guess you could call me that."

"I'm Y/N, Abigail's friend."

Recognition shows in Arthur's face, and he nods. "Friend slash soul mate slash the only person who understands Abigail whenever John acts like … well, John."

"So you have heard of me."

"A little, here and there," Arthur says, "mostly good."

"Mostly?"

Arthur grins a little one-sided, and something warm rises up in your stomach. You always thought that Arthur was handsome based on the pictures. It's way worse in person.

"I didn't mean to crush your party-" you start, but Arthur interrupts you.

"It's alright. I understand the urge for some peace and quiet. Please stay."

"Thanks." You move closer and sit down on the ground, putting your first and only drink down on the table next to the lamp. "What you got there?"

"Uno cards, if you believe it," Arthur says, and you both look at each other and speak at the same time. "John."

Arthur laughs, and you take a sip from your drink, enjoying the view. You definitely prefer Arthur's company to all the fake happy people outside.

"You gonna shuffle those all night, or are you ready to lose?" you ask.

"Lose?" Arthur measures you with a raised brow. "Around here, nobody takes me on."

You wave your fingers at him. "Come on then. Deal."

Arthur shuffles the cards for real now before setting up the first game, and you try to figure out if you've ever had a stranger New Year's Eve. Sitting in a friend's apartment playing Uno with a stranger is not a plan you would have made.

About two minutes later, Arthur puts his last card on the pile. "See?" he teases, but you just shrug.

"Beginner's luck."

You go back and forth with dealing the cards, and although Arthur wins the first three games, you soon catch up, making you both even again.

"So, why are you in here?" you ask, sorting your cards.

"I only came because John and Abigail wanted to set me up, but she didn't show," Arthur says with a shrug. "Didn't feel like partying after that."

"That sucks. Did her plans change?"

"More her perspective, I guess," Arthur says, something defeated in his voice. "Saw my profile picture, and suddenly she changed her mind."

"Nah, that can't be it."

"Why not?"

"Because you're gorgeous."

"I- What?" Arthur stumbles.

"I'm telling you that you're a very attractive man," you say while watching your cards. "And Uno, by the way."

"Oh, well, thank you, I guess," Arthur says. He puts another card on the pile, his cheeks now sporting a red tinge. "You're very nice."

"Just honest. And I win."

You grin at Arthur as he collects the cards to shuffle again. "You really are a worthy foe. We should make this more interesting."

"What, like strip poker?" you joke and Arthur laughs.

"We only have Uno cards." He's about to deal, but then he looks at you with a mischievous spark in his eyes. "Although it doesn't make much difference, really."

You look at each other and there's a sudden tension as if both of you wait for the other to chicken out or laugh. You wish you could, but the idea of getting Arthur naked is too tempting, even if you might lose some of your clothes yourself.

"We should probably lock the door," you say as casually as you can.

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

You get up to lock the door, and when you come back, Arthur deals, both of you acting as if nothing changed, but you feel a constant wave of heat running up and down your body. Before, you didn't really care much for your cards, but now every move counts. 

Arthur's the first one to win, but the second he puts down the card, he looks like he'd rather take it back. "Look, you don't have to-"

You interrupt him by taking off one of your shoes. "You're just worried you're going to lose."

 "Fine, you're asking for it."

Arthur wins again, getting your second shoe, followed by you winning for the first time. Like you, Arthur loses his shoes first, and then you agree to count both socks as one item. That's how Arthur ends up shirtless pretty soon after. You tell yourself that a naked torso is really nothing special, but for some reason, you play your worst round.

"You seem to have a hard time concentrating," Arthur teases, and you hate that he actually noticed.

"Shut up," you grunt, focusing on the cards. Still, you can't help but peek at Arthur once in a while.

"How did you end up here then tonight?" Arthur asks.

"My ex is back in town and hung around in front of my apartment, so Abigail suggested I hang out here."

"Something to be concerned about?" Arthur asks, his voice making clear how he thinks about a stalker-y ex.

"It's not that bad, really. They're not dangerous or anything, just annoying," you explain. "It's probably just a desperate 'alone on New Year's Eve' thing. Like I'd do that again."

You roll your eyes, and Arthur chuckles. "One of those, huh? Just gotta wait them out then. And this is your shirt gone."

He puts down his last card, and you get to your feet. "I'll go with the pants first if you don't mind. I'm hot anyway."

"Suit yourself," Arthur says nonchalantly, but you can feel his eyes on you as you slide the fabric down your legs. 

Arthur looks away again when you sit, but your skin still prickles, and you wonder how much more of this you can take. Playing freaking Uno shouldn't be this hot.

Lucky for you, you get a good hand, and despite your lack of concentration, Arthur's the one who has to get rid of his pants next. You try your best not to stare at his junk but fail miserably. Suddenly you're very concerned about what could happen next. Arthur must think the same.

"Glad we locked the door," Arthur grunts, "I don't need strangers looking at my junk."

"I'm a stranger, too, aren't I?" 

"You called me gorgeous; you can do whatever you want," Arthur says.

You know he's joking, but that doesn't stop your brain from imagining things you could do to or with him. That very pleasing but also distracting train of thought loses you your shirt in the next round. Still, Arthur's the one who has to get rid of his underwear first.

This time, you have the decency to look away until he sits down again, and the red on Arthur's cheeks is back. 

"So, what now?" he asks. "Can't exactly take off more if I lose."

After what you just thought about, your brain seems to have lost all sensible ideas, and you blurt out the first thing on your mind. "Truth or dare."

Arthur chuckles. "Really? And next up is 'spin the bottle?'" 

"Hey, we're playing strip Uno," you huff, "you really want to get judgemental on me now?"

"Alright, alright, 'truth or dare' it is. Just deal."

You deal the cards with butterflies taking flight in your stomach. You don't even know what to ask or dare Arthur, but the alternative is to get naked yourself. Either way, you're in trouble.

The round goes on and on, both of you putting on more cards rather than losing them, but then the game turns in Arthur's favor until he forgets to say Uno. You have better luck then, finally winning the round. 

This time, it's you who tries to offer a way out. "Look, you don't have-"

"No, no, that's what we agreed on," Arthur says, waving his fingers at you. "Come on, ask."

"Alright, truth, or dare?"

Arthur studies you for a moment, his gaze so intense that a cold shiver runs down your spine. "Dare."

All kinds of stupid things run through your mind, but you don't want to make Arthur look foolish, especially in front of anybody else. You want to keep him all to yourself.

"I dare you not to move, no matter what."

Arthur raises his eyebrows in surprise but stays deliberately still. You take all your courage and crawl over to him, scattering the cards without a second thought. 

When you reach Arthur, you run your cheek along his one like a cat before placing soft kisses along his neck. You hear him take in a sharp breath, but he doesn't move. 

You look up to him, and he keeps still as you move closer, your lips hovering so close to his that you can feel his breath. It takes all your willpower not to kiss him, but you're still playing after all.

"Your turn," you say, looking right into Arthur's eyes. They're a nice shade of blue but with an almost golden circle in the middle.

"Truth or dare?" Arthur asks.

"Dare," you say way too fast.

Arthur's lip twitches into a smile, but he still doesn't move. "I dare you to come closer."

You crawl into Arthur's lap, very aware of the fact that only a tiny piece of fabric keeps you apart. With your arms around Arthur's neck, you make yourself comfortable, but your faces are still inches apart. 

"Truth or dare?" you ask.

"The truth is that I didn't say Uno on purpose," Arthur says. You believe him, which means that he wanted for this little game to start. 

"Trickery," you say, running your fingers through his hair, "how very naughty of you. I think that entitles me to dare you again."

"Sounds fair."

You move even closer, your fingers teasing Arthur's neck. "I dare you to touch me."

Arthur places his hands on your knees before running them up to your thighs. You get goosebumps all over your skin and can't help that you fidget a little. The friction takes its toll on Arthur. You can feel him pressing up against you while he runs his hands up along your body.

"Truth or dare?" he asks, his fingers dancing over your back.

"Truth. I want you to kiss me."

Arthur caresses your shoulders while he looks at you, his fingers climbing your neck in slow motion. The touch makes you shiver, but you stay right where you are, letting Arthur cup your face with his hands. Only when there's a barely-there pull, you move, finally closing the gap between you and Arthur.

You can't remember the last time someone kissed you this gently, and you melt against Arthur, promising yourself to stay in his lap for as long as you possibly can.

Arthur deepens the kiss, the taste, and warmth of him making you forget where you are until there's a harsh knock on the door.

"Hey, Y/N? You in there? It's me."

You feel like being doused with ice water, and your fingers dig harshly into Arthur's shoulders.

"Who's that?" he whispers, worry in his expression.

"My ex," you whisper back.

"Come on, let's talk," comes the voice from outside.

Arthur raises his eyebrows in question, and you immediately shake your head, so he tilts his head to face the door. "Do you mind? We're trying to hook up in here."

There's silence, and you bite your lip so you won't laugh. Sadly, your ex doesn't give up that easily. "Who is this?"

"It's Arthur; you might want to remember that name the next time you skulk around somebody's apartment."

It's silent again, then your ex clears their throat. "Just call me, okay? We can talk about this?"

You look at Arthur, slightly shaking your head, so you both stay quiet until you're sure your ex is gone. Arthur leans back with a sigh, resting his head against the couch. "That was not a turn on."

"I'm sorry," you say, running your fingers over his beard. "Like I said - annoying."

Arthur watches the ceiling for a bit before he takes your hands, threading your fingers together. "You know, I have an apartment, too. No exes hanging around that one."

You laugh. "Getting me naked here doesn't mean you can get me naked over there."

"I just borrow these cards, and we'll see what happens."

He kisses you again, and you have to admit to yourself that you'd rip your clothes off in an instant if he asked you to. You still act like you need to be persuaded. "Fine, you may take me there and try again. You might lose, though."

Arthur smiles. "I'll take that risk."

Getting dressed has never been such a thrill for you. Maybe the new year wasn't so bad after all.

#arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 fanfic #my writing #rdr2 modern au #fulfilled requests #fangirl-ramblings