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reverie-verse · 5 months

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I would love to see pregnant!reader x Azriel fic where she gets kidnapped and Az goes crazy cause not only are they mates, but she’s also very close to being due, and I love angst, i love worried but caring Az, and I love happy endings. 🤍🤍

Azriel Shadowsinger x Reader: His World

I’m letting you decide if it’s a boy or girl and the name because I couldn’t decide😩.

Baby Gender = Y/B/G

Your Baby’s Name= Y/B/N

It’s kinda lengthy, I got really invested 😂

Beware there is some torture-ish stuff. If you get triggered please DO NOT READ THIS FIC.

Last thing, I just wanna say, I have no idea where I was going with this plot, I am so sorry if it doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t even go with what’s going in the books 🤷🏽‍♀️

My requests ARE OPEN!!!!!!

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Most of the entire inner circle had stationed themselves downstairs in the living space of the Town House. Rhys and Azriel were nowhere to be seen. Everyone had cringed in discomfort as they heard your vicious scream tear through your throat from upstairs. Mor shook her head as she paced the room. “ They should be back by now” she practically whispers but everyone hears her.

Feyre sighed, rubbing her forehead “ I tried to reach through the bond, but it’s quiet. Azriel has no idea she’s giving birth”

“ One of us needs to go up there and check up on her.” Cassian says.

Amren stood up from the couch, “I’ll do it, she’s been there for me more times than I’d like to admit “ She leaves the living space quickly rushing up the steps. She opens the door only to find you standing at the edge of the bed, one hand gripped onto the comforter, the other hand gripping your stomach. Your hair was pulled back but sweat rolled down the side of your face. You cried as you pushed like Madja had told you to do. You shook your head. “ I can’t, I can’t-“ You were trying to catch your breath.

“ You must Y/N!” Madja encourages you. You shook your head as you wailed. “ You have too”

“ Y/N” Amren rushes towards you. “ What are you doing?!”

Your head shook again “ No, No please I don’t want you to see me like this. Please just get me Azriel, bring my husband to me.” You sobbed. Amren's heart broke into a million pieces while swelling with joy and sadness. You were suffering but you were also bringing a beautiful soul into this world. Amren not one for sentiments, but this moved her in ways that she normally never considered, and still might not. But to each their own, she passed no judgment but she understood you wanted your love with you.

“ I’ll do what I can Y/N” she says as she exits the room, Mor stood at the bottom of the stairs hands fidgety.

“ Anything?”

“ She wants Azriel” Everyone sighs and groans.

“ Feyre you need to try the bond again” Cassian says as he crosses his arms. “ Either that or we get Elain to look forward into the future”

“ That won’t be necessary, I’ll try again” Feyre stood up looking around for a piece of paper to write on. In the midst of her search the home rattled as two figures appeared in the room. Rhys and Azriel trying to catch their breath, their clothes ripped, skin cut and bruised. Feyre rushed to Rhys’s side, but Azriel’s eyes scanned the room and you were nowhere to be found. Everyone rushed to their sides, with an instant the bond that was quiet during his time on the prison island was loud and clear. You scream echoed through the home again, Madja tried to shout over it urging you to keep pushing.

Azriel’s eyes widened his gaze snapping towards everyone “ Y/N?- she’s-“ His voice rasps. Your crying and sounds of moans through your gritted teeth as you pushed were heard through the bond and from upstairs. “Y/N?!” Azriel takes off running for the room, his head boots hitting the floor. There you were hunched over Madja trying to help the baby. Your eyes shut closed, your hair starting to fall into your face. “ Push Y/N Push! I can see the baby’s head!”

The weight of your body and attempting to further push out your child was beginning to weigh down on you, your legs were beginning to buckle you gripped onto the bed until your knuckles started hurting, the material starting to rip. Azriel’s heavy boots pounded against the ground until he got to you. He slid his hand over yours, his other hand wrapping around the one that held your stomach. He stood behind you and off to the side. Warmth comforts your body, and your mind, it seeps around you and practically through you. You lean into him, “ Az-” You turned to look up at him noticing all the cuts in bruises.

“You asshole“ You winced “I told you not to lehhheaavvee-aaaahhh fuck!” You screamed as you felt Madja reach for the baby’s head and shoulders. Azriel couldn’t focus on your words, as he was amazed and awestruck. He couldn’t have been more in love with you right now at this moment. He knew you would be mad at him but right now he didn’t care, he was here with you, with your child who happened to be making its way home.

“Forget about that--I’m here now-“ Azriel shook his head, kissing your head and shoulder, his fingers intertwined with yours, you at this point gripped his hand with all your might. His other hand did the same with yours as you held onto your belly. Your body sinking further towards the ground, at that point Azriel held most of your weight.

“-You gotta keep pushing, I know you’re tired. ” He tells you softly, the baby was half way out of your body, from what Azriel could see. An indescribable feeling bubbles in his chest so many words, and phrases but nothing could truly convey what it was.

You shake your head “ We are-so not- having another- Kiiiihhhhdddddd-” Your body moves to squat as you push your words cutting offer as your breath completely leaves your lungs.

Azriel smiles “ That’s it! One more push, just one more. I can see the babies legs” you nodded hearing his words Madja sharing the same smile. You gritted your teeth hissing out in pain as you pushed one more time. Your eyes widened, you let out a breath of relief, when the baby exited your body. Your tears slowing down, a tired smile graces your lips. Madja stood up with the baby in her arms, a servant rushing over to give her a towel to wrap the baby in. Azriel who’d still held you in his arms, tears filled his own eyes as he caught a look at his new world. The sweet melodic sound of a baby’s crying filling the room letting you both know the baby was there.

You hummed at the reassuring sound, Azriel switched his gaze instantly, his heart leaping out of his chest, your body had given out in exhaustion. He quickly threw your arm around his neck, grabbing both of your legs carrying you bridal style back to your shared bed. “I wanna hold our baby, Az” You sniffle.

“ I know” He whispers as he leans down, capturing your lips with his for a quick kiss, a much needed kiss. He pulls back an inch or too resting his forehead against yours. “ The baby Az” You giggled tiredly letting him know you wanted them.

“ Your baby Y/B/G needs a name” Madja says as she walks towards you both with the baby in her arms. By this point Azriel made the effort to sit directly behind you, your back to his chest, so he could hold the baby and you in his arms. The two of you stared down at your beautiful baby, cooing at it, talking about the features they shared between the two of you. By the time the two of you decided a name for the baby, the entire inner circle rested in your bedroom, they couldn’t wait anymore, they wanted to see their new addition to the family. It was sweet really. A moment the two of you kept sacred and cherished.

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It was dark, the moon's light shining above the frozen ground. It's been six months since you’d given birth, and here you were running with your child in your arms. Your breath could be seen floating in the air as you ran. Your boots crunching through the snow. Your baby wrapped in thick clothing, their wings shielded hidden from sight and the cold. You were trying to get to the cabin, the only cabin that you knew would be safe. It was the only place you could escape to, the one that only privileged people could get through. Someone would get your child back to Azriel wherever he was at the moment. Either that or he’d find them here…

You were nearing the home as the tiny cabin began to grow in size the closer you got, “ Come on, come on come on,” you say through gritted teeth will your legs go faster. You barely make it to the front entrance of the door, the creature behind you swiping at your legs. You fell to the floor, the baby still in your arms. You landed on your knees, you didn’t waste a second quickly scrambling back up. You were lucky that your baby wasn’t really fussy or easily startled, rather they were quiet, instead an amused smile could be seen. You knew then the baby would take after Azriel and maybe some of their uncle’s tendencies too. Tears filled your eyes, you grabbed the basket that was once used for flower picking. Placing your child inside of it. As if in slow motion the creature behind you roared, you gave one final push to the basket past the threshold into the safety of the home. Brief whine of relief leaves your lips, the smile slipping from your baby's face a little scream sounds off as you are yanked back into the white snowy abyss…

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Azriel lands down into the ground hard before taking off into a sprint. He practically smashes through the front door “ Y/N???! Y/B/N???!!” He stops about halfway into the living space; Mor holds his baby who cried profusely as Feyre attempts to soothe the little one with warm milk. His brothers and Amren search the entire cabin. Rhys however walked out of one room rushing to his brother's aide placing his hands on his shoulders. Azriel’s chest was tight and his heart ached, tears filled his eyes. He forces them away, he’s a spymaster, he has the ability to command shadows and darkness. He took on various opponents, ranging from different statuses. Yet he still managed to get his wife, his mate, kidnapped. He thought he’d done a better job at hiding the both of you, you had only barely given birth six months ago.

“ I need to find her” He growled, the wailing babe still calling out for their mother and father. But Azriel was distracted. Mor tried to rock the baby, the milk was no help, Feyre tried to find another blanket to wrap the baby in.

“ I know, and when we do we make them wish they hadn’t taken her.” Rhys responded as clenches his jaw.

Cassian moved towards his brothers, his nose flared, “Whoever took her will pay for it.” He growls.

Amren stepped towards the group, “ Do either one of you have a plan? Hmm? “

“ We don’t even know who took her” Feyre says as she stood with Mor, still the baby wailed, nothing could get them to settle down. Azriel couldn’t neglect his duties any longer swiftly walking to Mor. He gently took the baby in his arms holding them, the way you would, he leaned towards his baby’s head placing a small kiss. It’s beautiful big eyes that resembled yours, stared up at him, a sad smile graced their features. The wailing had come to a stop, instead little sniffles were heard. Azriel’s heart, though already broken and panicked, yielded a deeper pain, a pain for his child who witnessed the kidnapping of their mother.

Everyone had remained quiet watching the moment unfold and it was then that Azriel cried for the first time in front of everyone. He was good about hiding his pain, but not after he met you, not after he fell in love with you, not when the bond snapped in place, not even when he watched you birth the other half of his world. All those times you saw every emotion, every thought, all of it. At one point the group moved to grasp Azriel in a hug, and it did nothing for him. He only wanted your touch and your love. He wanted to be held by you. Azriel moved out of the way searching the home himself with his restless child in his arms. He couldn’t wallow in his feelings if he was going to find you. He needed to be the spymaster now, the Shadow singer. It was then did he call for his shadows to search other areas. Of course as they approached, they caressed the baby's face before disappearing. The baby in between shut their eyes, falling asleep finally. Everyone at that could relax just a little bit easier.

Azriel knew that you would’ve brought the baby here for this exact reason, that they all would come here. You trusted that by doing this, he would find you. The question was who took you. Azriel stepped into his room looking for anything that you might’ve left in there but you didn’t. A shadow reappeared dancing along his shoulder sneaking back towards the sleeping babe. His eyes followed the movement, the shadow quickly slipped through the blankets of the babe pulling out a note. Azriels eyes widened. How could he have missed that. He took the note, unfolding it. Ianthe. His breath caught in his throat, anger bubbling up the surface, the note in his hand crumbling the paper. He stormed back to the living space quickly handing Mor the baby. Rhys and Cassian stand up straighter.

“You know where she is” Rhys says.

“ Ianthe has her, the only place that could remotely bring her refuge is Hybren campsite. But I highly doubt it, the travel is distant, and winnowing can only get you so far before you become exhausted” Azriel replied.

“ You think she’s somewhere close by then?” Rhys suggests

“ She has to be”

“ So what are we waiting for? Let’s go get her!” Cassian retorts, his fists clenching into a fist ready to fight for his family.

“ We can’t until we know her exact location, I can’t feel her through the bond, we need to track her” Azriel moves forwards towards the door, grabbing the things he needed amongst that he ordered at least two or three of his shadows to remain with the baby. He was bringing you home.

Rhys looked at the group before deciding who stayed and went “ Amren stay here with Mor, Feyre I need you to come with us, you’re the only other person who might be able to save her” Amren gave a curt nod, Feyre moved next to her husband quickly, as the little group takes off and into the cold sky.

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You were thrown into the hard ground of a temple you’d never seen before. Your hands attempted to catch your fall before you were yanked back up by a soldier. You were breathing quickly and you struggled against the hold. Ianthe shook her head. “ I used to come here to pray, to find peace and solace. Now it’s ruined and destroyed, taken from me.” Ianthe clasps her hands together.

“ What does that have to do with me?” you say through gritted teeth, trying to wiggle out of the soldier's hold again his grip on you tightened.

“ I’m so happy you asked, boys, would you do me the honor and bring her up to the altar” She’s smiles, though to anyone else it looks sweet and meaningful, but in between you could see the malice behind it. You tried to fight off the soldiers as they dragged you up towards the altar, a slab of stone placed in the center. Another soldier had reached for the chains that were placed on the edges.

“ No-No-No!” You shook your head doing everything you could to get out of there to go back home, to your family, to your loved ones. But it was too late, two soldiers grabbed your legs and arms lifting you up, and placed you on the cold stone. Each soldier took your wrists and ankles, chaining them down.

“I am so delighted to tell you the reason you are here. You see, you are a sacrifice, you’re a librarian no? You know what is to come of these next few events. We will take all of Prythian and to do that I need my priestesses to be fully powered and well” She tells you as she takes steps closer to the Altar.

“ That has nothing to do with me!” You yelled. One of the soldiers back handed you and another socked you in the lower stomach. You yepped in pain, everything was still tender from when you’d given birth.

“ Oh but it does. You gave birth to an Illyrian baby, you are a lesser fae whose kind has never done such a thing. How you were capable of holding his child is beyond me. Which makes you my most unique sacrifice. You’ve read the sacred texts, books, poems, you know this is a rare occurrence.”

“ I don’t know what you’re talking about” You spit in her face.

Ianthe moved out of the way, the same malicious smile on her features“ Hmm but you do, you know as well as I do, that lesser fae can bring life force back into this temple. Your kind is known for its sacrifices, and we thank you for it-“She sighs happily as she takes a step back. “ -You may proceed with the preparations. I must retrieve my book, Sister, I need you to perform a blessings” As she walked away, her heels clicked against the concrete floor, another silent priestess walked in her place. She gave a simple nod to the soldiers, hands placed on your shoulders pinning you further into the stone. Your head was pushed to the side exposing the side of your neck. A hand pressed smashed your face into the stone. Your body shook, as you kicked your legs and yanked at the chains around your wrist. Another soldier walked in, a hot branding iron made its way towards you, to mark you.

“ Please don’t do this, I have a family” You begged, as the silent priestess sang her prayer. All you could think about was your family, your mind drifting to each person. You could see all of their smiles, you could hear their laughter echo in your mind. Your mind tracked back to sweet tender moments you shared with each person. But one you found yourself replaying was Azriel. You thought back to the moment you met him, you thought back to the time your baby was born. Your baby. Oh your baby, your little world- The soldier moved closer you could feel the heat of the branding iron making your skin rise. The hot burning metal pierced your skin. Your flesh burned, white hot pain shot through your whole body. You screamed at the pain, tears slipped down your cheek, your voice becoming raw. The symbols of various shapes of the moon branded into your skin.

The priestess continued her melody of prayer, the soldiers removed their hands and iron, Your wrists and ankles still chained. The sound of grinding gears and rotating drums echoed in the room. The slab of stone shook, shuddered and vibrated as it began to lower. You turned your head looking around you, water started to fill the slab you laid on. Your- Azriel’s tunic that you wore is becoming wet. The water is ice cold, you start to hyperventilate, to the point you could even think or speak. You didn’t get the opportunity to scream again for help as the water completely submerged you, you couldn’t focus, your oxygen was running low, you were starting to choke. You fought at least a few more times for air but you could feel yourself slipping, you were trying to hang on but you couldn’t. You could see shadows flying above you, maybe Azriel was sending you comfort, you weren’t sure, maybe you were imagining it, maybe this was it… peace…

A loud boom could be heard, the door to the temple blown to bits, voices boomed across the space, soldiers yelled and the priestess sang louder. Your eyes fluttering, you were close..The shadows above panicked as they scurried from one end to another. Swords and knives clashed. One flew past the water that swallows you whole. It hit the priestess who must’ve fallen onto the floor from the wound. More sounds emitted around you, death, death had come for you, this was not how you planned to die, but maybe this was the wish of Mother.

Azriel ran to the stone altar jumping into the water “Y/N?!” He called out to you. As he landed in the water, he could see your eyes had closed, you looked as though you were merely sleeping. Half of your neck is marked in those moon symbols. “ Fuck, Y/N?!! Cass?! Rhys?! I need one of you to help me get these chains off of her!” He kneels down into the water pulling on the chains. Cassian and Rhys run to the other side working on your ankles. Once you were free Azriel lifted up your body carrying you bridal style out of the water. He dropped down to the floor with you in his arms. His one free hand caressed the side of your face, tears painted his cheeks with stains. How could anyone do this to you, you deserved none of this. “ Y/N come back to me please” He whispers to you.

Your body limp and cold, Cassian had to look away from you, this memory would haunt him forever. His heart and soul shattered, and for someone who had seen so much death, this was one he wished he’d never witness. Azriel shook you, talking to you, trying to wake you up. He hadn’t thought to ask Feyre and Rhys. But the two were skeptical, they weren’t even sure they could bring you back. Azriel turned to his brothers and his high lady.

“ Do something!” He yelled. “ Anything please! Bring her back to me! I can’t live without her!”

Rhys frowned deeply, his heart aches for his brother, he walked over placing a hand on his shoulder. Feyre had turned away, wiping the tears from her eyes. She wasn’t ready to give up either just like Azriel, but she wasn’t sure if she could bring you back. Rhys knew it was too late for you to be saved. Azriel looked away from his brother and down towards you. His sobs ripped through his heart, mind and soul, as he lowered his head towards you. His forehead touched yours as he cried, a raspy scream left his lips and throat. Feyre and Cassian both moved toward each other, tears falling down their own faces. Rhys bowed his head, his silent tears dropping to the floor.

An unusual occurrence had taken place, Azriel’s shadows swarmed around you and Azriel both. Rhys took a step back, Cassian and Feyre grasped onto one another. Your eyes opened as you sucked in a breath of air choking on the water that was still in your lungs and you turned to the side spitting out the water. Azriel moved his head away from you, giving you a moment to breathe, couldn’t believe his own eyes. You looked around the room, your eyes finding Feyre, Rhys, Cassian, and then Azriel. The bond that was once quiet is now loud again. Azriel smiled, his glistening tears free falling once more. His hand gripped the tunic of his you wore. Your hand grabbing onto his forearm, he leans downward, his forehead touching yours.

“ Az-Azriel-“ You whispered breathlessly. He nods his head. “ My-My he-hero” you shivered from the cold.

“ Don’t-don’t you ever leave me” He tells you as his hand slides upwards to cup the back of your neck and intertwine in some of your hair.

“ I won’t” you whispered softly, he leaned down capturing your lips with his for a brief moment or two, the kiss sweet and languid.

“ We need to go Az” Rhys says, interrupting you both. Azriel sighs, his thumb running along your cheekbone. He removes his hands, one rested against your back while the other went under your legs, he carried just like he had when you gave birth. He walked out of the temple with you in his arms, taking off into the sky…

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When you arrived home everyone rushed to your side, Azriel refused to let you walk but you didn’t care. You forced your way out his hold, but his arm stayed wrapped around your middle holding onto you. You greeted everyone and told them you were okay. The mark imprinted on your skin permanently told you that you were a survivor, you didn’t want Madja to take that away. Azriel didn’t agree with that idea much, but it’s what you wanted.

You eyes searched the room for your baby, who to your surprise Amren held closely. Tears filled the brims of her eyes but as stubborn as she was, she never let them fall. Amren walked towards you placing the little babe in your arms. The babe had woke up from its slumber, a sweet smile spread across its face. Silent tears rolled down your face, as you leaned down to kiss your baby’s cheeks and nose. A giggle sounded off causing the group to grin from ear to ear. Everyone huddled close together wrapping their arms around you. That night everyone stayed in the cabin. Too worried about what might happen if they left. As cassian said “better with numbers”.

Azriel had walked you to the bedroom, helping you clean yourself up. You wanted to lay down with your baby and your mate. He respected that wish, it was the same wish he had. He laid down on his side, you tucked into his chest, the babe laid front of you both. You wrapped your arms around the baby, and Azriel wrapped his arms around you.

“ I love you” He whispers into your ear.

“ I love you too” You replied, you could feel Azriel tug you impossibly closer to him. That night he slept with both eyes open. Never again will he underestimate his enemies, and never again will he leave you and your baby defenseless. You, both were his world after all.

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slexenskee · 2 months

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👀 New surprise acoustic album coming up in a chapter near you~

I think we all know what spurred this surprise acoustic album this time 😂

Disenchanted - MCR, Regular | Acoustic

Stay Together For the Kids - Blink 182, Regular | Acoustic

Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls, Regular | Acoustic

How's It Going To Be - 3EB, Regular | Acoustic

All These Things That I've Done - The Killers, Regular | Acoustic

I chose these songs mostly on the regular versions, but some of them have pretty great acoustic versions ngl. I really like that Stay Together For the Kids and Disenchanted renditions, which I think use the real ripped vocals over acoustic instrumentals. And I actually prefer the Boyce Avenue version of Iris than the actual acoustic version from GGD. But for How's It Going To Be and All These Things I've Done, I really adore the originals, even if they lend themselves well to acoustic versions.

Also yes instead of talking about his feelings in a mature and calm manner, Gojo instead runs off and makes an album about it instead 😂 tbf using art as an outlet is actually a very healthy thing to do, but so is talking to your partner about your internal struggles.

But I find it very in character of him to struggle to put his own feelings into words, or rather, to express them outwardly and actually speak and vocalize them to others in a normal way, and turn to music instead. Unlike Hawks - who is more of an action guy and even in his POVs shows how he feels through his actions rather than introspective monologues - Gojo's actually your classic Tortured Poet (see what I did there lol) who has a lot of Thoughts™, even if he's horrible about expressing them and regularly ignores them. So in his own way, he's trying to communicate a lot through this album - to the whole world, but also to Hawks specifically.

Tbh this album is probably Gojo's most 'personal', or at the very least, as personal as you can get when you never wrote the songs to begin with lol. But idk, my millennial is showing here but there was always something so personal to making mixtape CDs for yourself or for others. You might not have wrote them, but it says a lot that you chose them to define yourself, you know?? Anyway I digress, moral of the story this is actually Gojo reaching out in his own way. And tbh, it's kind of a summary of his life too. A lot of times I pick songs for this fic mainly just because I like the way they sound, with no real meaning to them, and that's canon too as Gojo picks his songs for the Vibes™, but for this album noooope.

Disenchanted - Going to be crowned as the quintessential 'Dabi' song. Literally all about being a disenfranchised and disenchanted youth who sings away his angst and the chorus is 'If I'm so wrong, how can you listen all night long?' This is basically the summary of how sad teenage Dabi felt and why he turned to both music and villainy

Stay Together For The Kids - So on the nose it's not even funny, but I adore that guitar riff in the beginning. And while Gojo's parents didn't divorce in either of his lives, I still feel this resonating with him because of the way his youth was ruined by the adults who were supposed to love and care about him, in both lives. And yes, when the Endeavor reveal drops people are going to be questioning this song.

Iris - Yes, this is his pining song. First for Suguru, but then takes on a new meaning with Hawks. Yes, it turns all the Sixwings fans into a sobbing mess every time. Really though more than being a love song about either Suguru or Hawks, this is hi trying to convey his own feelings with lines like 'yeah you bleed just to know you're alive'/'when everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am'

How's It Going To Be - Known to Sixwings fans as the 'breakup/makeup' song. Like yeah it's about Sixwings breaking up, but it's also Ru-kun shouting to the world that he wants to get Hawks back. It becomes infamous for it. When No Scrubs finally goes on their massive Taylor Swift Era's-esque tour he'll play this and Iris back to back and have the whole stadium bawling. Ngl this is my favorite 3EB song, so it had to go in this fic somewhere. I love how it starts mainly soft and acoustic and at the climax the full band kicks in and Stephan Jenkins just starts belting 'I wanna get myself back into you, the soft dive of oblivion'

All These Things That I've Done - If Disenchanted is Dabi looking back on his life/past and all the anger and sadness he sees there, then the final track on the album is about coming to terms with himself and trying to accept who he is, and look towards the future. Huge theme for he next arcs/final fic in this series. I actually always thought the line was 'these changes ain't changing me, the gold-hearted boy I used to be'... but it's actually cold-hearted, which kinda totally changes my narrative for this song so I'm pretending it's gold-hearted 😂

#fic may death never stop you #mdnsy art

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genericpuff · 1 year

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Did you hear about the "do not trace or use my work" update RS has on... I think her Twitter? @hestia-is-ace-pass-it-on knows more about this. I'm just wondering if this is going to affect Lore Rekindled at all since your series is an AU thing?? (I hope not cause I really like Lore Rekindled).

lmao yeah I heard about that, frankly I'm not worried, it's not going to affect Rekindled in the slightest as far as I'm concerned because even the panels that are sourced from S1 LO (like the Persephone looking up at Hades one, the Cerberus one, etc.) are still redrawn by my own hand from the bottom up, I don't directly trace them and I'm not copy + pasting them from LO and just calling it a day. Not to mention (and IDK if Rachel realizes this or not) those kinds of "please don't trace/use my art" warnings are more for people who trace/rip art and pass it off as their own, i.e. deliberate theft. Lore Rekindled is advertised as a fanfic/foe fic/AU project with proper credit given to Smythe and disclaimers that Lore Rekindled is not affiliated with Smythe beyond the original idea and art style that it's aiming to mimic - she can't copyright an art style, the Greek myth inspirations, or the brushes that are used, and there's nothing she can do about people making AU comics.

If she theoretically wanted to put her foot down on Rekindled, she'd have to go after the entirety of the fanfic/fanart community 😂 She has next to no ground to go after any derivative or fan projects inspired by her work, not unless they directly try to impersonate her and/or make a profit with the Lore Olympus name/branding/etc. (hence why there isn't a Patreon for Rekindled). Even the direct edit accounts themselves don't try to pass themselves off as LO or Smythe, they always show the original panel and make it clear in their bio descriptions that the accounts themselves are for LO which is easily sourced as not belonging to them.

One could argue that it's generally bad taste on the grounds of it being rude to edit other people's work, and yeah, that's valid. It casts the presumption that there's something "wrong" with how an artist wants to express themselves and that the edit makes it "better". But, for starters, we all know why these edits exist because LO has gone down in quality and people are having their own fun time trying to restore that original vibe in tribute to Rachel's original version of LO; second, it would be a lot more heinous IMO if LO were still some small series being made by a nobody, but ... it isn't, it's a massive commercial product within its industry and fanwork/foework is par for the course with commercial products; and third, there still isn't any sort of legal ground for Rachel to stand on because those accounts still aren't pretending to be her or her work, if anything they may as well be advertising it.

Plus, a lot of those edit accounts are more like redraw accounts, so many of them may as well be DTIYS prompts rather than direct edits (that's not a bad thing, just a statement of fact) save for a few accounts that deliberately try to mimic the old LO style as much as possible when editing new panels. Those kinds of stylized redraws are legit just fanart.

For many of these accounts, a lot of it's still work they're doing themselves and they're not trying to pass off their edits as legitimate LO products. No one's ripping these panels and re-posting them and going "look what I drew today!" (ex. Love's Divinity did this and a lot of people rightfully called the creator out on it, thankfully it seems like they've learned and moved on from copying directly from LO and other webtoons) they're going "hey, so this is what the webcomic looks like now, and here's what it looks like in my style" or "hey, this is what the webcomic looks like now, but here's what it would possibly look like if it still looked like S1 LO". None of it's meant to be maliciously stealing or impersonation, the pettiest it can get is just people saying "Rachel, your art sucks" which may as well be the only reason she edited that into her bio in the first place.

Like, if this IS aimed at the edit and redraw accounts, she's basically only upset about the panel edits that call out her obviously declining art IMO. Especially considering she's retweeted edit stuff before, many of them being from the anti/ULO community which I don't think she ever even realized ? 😂 But regardless, she shares edit panels a lot so it makes that bio notice come across less as "don't trace or use my work" and more as "don't do edits that make me look bad!!" when she's already doing plenty of work on her own end to make herself look bad 😂

In my personal opinion beyond the legalese... yeah, her work really does suck nowadays. I get how awful working for Webtoons is, I get that Rachel might not even be into drawing LO anymore, I can empathize with her maybe not being able to put in the same amount of emotional investment or time that she was able to put into it back in S1, but every single edit account is pretty sincere in doing it simply because they want to express how they wish it could look if it hadn't dropped in quality.

Phew, that was a lot of words for a very simple question, but rest assured, I'm not really worried it's going to affect Rekindled. 90% of the panels are completely original compositions save for the few panels that are referencing older moments in S1 LO that I brought back for Rekindled's plot, and even those panels are still redrawn from the ground up and given different outcomes (ex. Persephone punching Hades in the face lmao). Probably won't be doing much of that from here on out but more so just because the plot's going to be shifting even further from original S1 LO; but it's def better safe than sorry on my part to just make that 90% into a 100%, I suppose.

As a last point, I don't blame the edit accounts who ARE stepping away from editing panels out of respect. While it might not be a technically legal issue, I can still respect those who still want to respect Rachel's requests and do better as creatives and individuals. Just because something isn't against the law doesn't mean it isn't a cruddy thing to do, and I say that fully as someone who cut their teeth on edit content. We have tons of other ways of expressing ourselves creatively in this fandom than directly editing old panels.

The DTIYS stuff though, I don't think that should be off limits. It's fanart and that's completely fair game IMO especially for someone like Rachel who's creating a commercial piece of work. It comes with the territory. Welcome to being a pro.

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #antiloreolympus #anti lore olympus #ama #ask me anything #anon ama #anon ask me anything

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eddiebabygirldiaz · 1 year

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find the word challenge

Tagged by @honestlydarkprincess @prettyboybuckley @eddiediass

rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

My words are: soft, care, tear, hope, heart, window, time, bed, freeze, gone, grin, beer, harsh, and warm (I just did the ones I have 😂)

Soft (from fantasy au):

Buck, hushed and reverent and soft, telling Eddie he loves him.

Care (from 5 plus 1 blowjob fic):

The both of them are giggling into each other's mouths, smiling too much to be able to truly kiss, but Buck doesn’t care. He feels like he's swallowed starlight, like the blood in his veins has turned into bubbly champagne.

Tear(s) (from 5 plus one blowjob fic):

"Buck," Eddie says and tears instantly flood Buck’s eyes at the soft, pleading tone of Eddie’s voice. "Will you look at me, please?"

Scar(s) (from broke my own heart, the s2 angst me and Jen are working on):

The hands that should be wrapping around his own and stripping him of every layer of protection aren't small and pale and slender. They are big and strong and rough and flecked with small scars and freckles and covered in tiny golden hairs and so beautiful and delicate and rugged and protective and safe.

Hope (from broke my own heart);

A choppy, strangled breath escapes from his tight lungs, landing in between the two of them with a loud, reverberating smack, shattering something that Eddie can't hope to save.

Heart (from 5 plus 1 blowjob fic):

Sparks go off inside him, running down the length of his spine, pooling in his stomach, and making his heart beat a wild, wicked rhythm. "You like having your mouth full?" Eddie asks, voice so dark dark dark. "You like how I taste?"

Time (from fantasy au):

The blinding torrential downpour of Buck’s emotions rips through him at the same time that his sweet, gentle soul caresses itself against Eddie’s.

Warm (from buddie episode script):

The sun shines warmly on Eddie’s bare back, dragging him from a deep, peaceful sleep. He feels heavy and sated, pleasantly warm and soft and sore; he could easily fall back under, but the shift of bare skin against his makes him blink his eyes open.

Grin (from 5 plus 1 blowjob fic):

Buck grins then drops back down, not stopping until the head of Eddie’s dick hits the back of his throat. The hot velvet slide of him is surreal, divine, holy and Buck doesn't know how he will ever be able to survive without this.

Gone (from 5 plus 1 blowjob):

His eyes, almost pure liquid gold, had raked over Buck’s damp, curly hair, the faint stubble lining his jaw, and the tight stretch of the hoodie across his shoulders. For a moment, Buck could have swore some faint semblance of the want and love he feels for Eddie was echoed in Eddie’s eyes, but in a blink it was gone.

Beer (from 5 plus 1 blowjob):

Buck leans back against the booth's cushioning, pulls a long, slow drag from his beer, and lets all his delight and affection swim in his veins which are lit up like sparklers. Shining, shimmering, and buzzing-all because he's here, surrounded by some of his favorite people, and he actually feels like he belongs here with them.

Words for people I tag: gentle, hands, please, stop, and sigh

Tagging: @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem @buddierights @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @eddiesbleps @swiftiediaz @fatedbuddie @cowboy-buddie @hippolotamus @shortsighted-owl @monsterrae1 @buckleysbee @comaboybuck @rogerzsteven

#tag games #ryan writes #buddie #buddie wips

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nekkodiaries · 1 year

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— knock me down. (teaser)

RELEASE: march 18, 2023.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: finally hard-launching the fic that i've been working for a few months now. hhhhh. i'm excited but also very insecure because a good quarter of this fic is written and i'm so ! anxious ! about my writing skills (as someone who knows they're bad at describing and bad at being literate in general. rip.) anyway. i hope you guys enjoy this fic like you did with cheating on you. if you want to be added to the taglist, just reply or send an ask.

reblogs are super appreciated! 🫶

after a tough day of contributing absolutely nothing to the greater good of society, jay decides to do what men like him choose to do to relieve stress: by playing a high-stress game.

what he wasn't expecting, though, was to get a snarky partner who would actually reciprocate his angry chats (as a result of his bad temper) and shit-talk him back. like what they're doing right now.

killstrike: wtf you should have covered me notursniper: yea well u shouldnt have been peeking. killstrike: ur ign fits u bc ur shit at sniping 😂😂 notursniper: i HAD him but ur big ass head was IN THE WAY now u got headshot boohoo 😛 killstrike: just stfu and come revive me

jay was pissed. there's no way he's losing this duo match. it's down to three teams and he can't risk losing more points for his rank when he's so close to reaching crown four, so he breathes in and out, trying his utmost best not to let the arrogant demeanor of his partner get on all of his nerves. notursniper heals him and fends off two players while he heals, leaving just one more team.

you got this. you got this. jay internally chants before a barrage of shots echo from his phone's speaker. he's too busy to look for the enemy to notice his partner's been knocked down. the motherfucker's proning. the circle's getting smaller and jay's getting anxious over the constant request for healing when all of a sudden:

better luck next time player killstrike! top 2/100.

"fuck!" jay shouts in frustration, watching the loading screen as the game demotes him from crown five to regular crown rank. "great. that's just great." in the heat of his frustration, jay adds notursniper just to be able to message them— and as soon as he sees them added to his "friends" list, jongseong taps his frustrations away.

killstrike: its your fucking fault. now im just crown

notursniper: 🤨 ?

killstrike: well??? are you gonna admit your wrongs???

notursniper: 1, is this how u treat women lmao and 2, no i wont :p notursniper: maybe if you actually healed me then we wouldve ranked up notursniper: but ur too selfish and tried to shoot before attending to ur teammate notursniper: so i'd say that rank demotion is DESERVED ❤️

killstrike: man fuck u 😐

notursniper: sry there's a line for gamer boys who wanna bang. you gotta get in line babes 😘

was it possible to choke on air? because jay's convinced he choked on air when he read that. it doesn't help that his eyes immediately darted to the icon where her cuteness was radiating despite her hand and phone covering her entire face. he blames his temper for why he's feeling hot right now— definitely not because he got a visual of what could happen if he did choose to get in line. definitely not. never. no.

killstrike: ew

notursniper: hey u can block me if u want to lmao 🤣

impulsive by nature, jay taps a few times and gets so close to removing user notursniper as their pubg friend but he hums in thought. having a higher rank meant having more skilled enemies and he's never seemed to get past top 40 players without dying, so it was a miracle he got until the top 2 tonight. his teammate's shit-talking aside, he'd say they were actually really good.

and again, real cute on her icon.

"what?" his own intrusive thoughts snaps him back to the real world, to see that she actually removed him as an in-game friend. what the fuck? in a span of panic, he tried to add them again.

a few days pass by but alas, no response from her. jay does not know why he's itching to check on his phone every now and then. heeseung and sunghoon don't even want to question why he's been staring at phone with his brows furrowed for hours now.

it's only because they're a good player and they can help me rank up. that's it.

soon enough, jay's routine has become waking up, going to school, and checking if user notursniper has accepted his request at every waking second of the day. the same goes for the following morning when jay anxiously opens the game again and finds one new message from a friend.

notursniper: hey loser. back for more?

masterlist. ┆ next.

summary: park jay lives life as a hot-headed gamer by day and.. well.. still a hot-headed gamer by night— except he secretly goes by the name killstrike. after losing a match, he finds himself trash-talking, his teammate notursniper, who happens to be the mysterious classmate he's been admiring for over a year and more.

taglist [open]: @yvnjin-s @wondering-out-loud @rikisly @babystrlla @shinrjj @homelycat

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breninarthur · 9 months

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Thanks so much for the tag on the WIP meme, hopefully I'll get to play later!

For now, I'd love to hear about When Darkness Comes from your DA list, and Shadows from your original work list.

Thank you!

Of course! No pressure if you don't, but please tag me if you do 🥰

Ahh when darkness comes is my Dragon Age: Origins novelisation! I really loved the idea of writing a mostly canon-compliant fic and writing all the decisions I made in-game. I try to write it in a way that people who've never played it would be able to enjoy as well, and get some context for Origins if they're not planning on playing. But I don't know how many people like that would actually read it 😂

The main character is Kallian Tabris, and I've become so attached to her! She's a city elf who starts off a little scared, a little snippy; but grows and develops into a fearsome leader (who romances Alistair and has the best dog in the world 🥰). She's a warrior who eventually becomes a champion and berserker! Her main themes are self-sacrifice and martyrdom, anger and revenge and whether or not she'll let it consume her, homesickness and longing (hiraeth in Welsh), and of course, found family. And really, when darkness comes has become much more her story than anything else.

Shadows is my original work that I first started writing when I was nine-years-old! It's obviously changed so much since then, but the barest of bones have remained the same. Namely, that the three main characters each have elemental magic, and they're on a quest to find a group of people thought to be dead so they can defeat the Big Bad. At least, that's the first book. It's a fantasy set in a more Iron Age type of setting than a medieval one, and borrows a lot from Welsh, Irish, Scottish, Cornish, Breton, and Manx mythologies and folklore.

The main character, Teifi, is... extremely similar to Kallian 😂 In ways I didn't even realise! She also has themes of hiraeth and found family, as well as anger and revenge. But the latter is dialed up to a hundred, and is her absolute driving force, especially as the story goes on. There are differences too, of course. They both long for their old lives and families, but where Kallian can't return because her responsibilities won't let her, Teifi can't return because her village was destroyed and her family is missing. They both have a found family, but for Teifi it becomes her only family. Kallian wants revenge on Loghain for everything he did, but Teifi experiences a lot more loss because of the antagonist in her story, so there's much more grief, and she takes it all more personally. Really, by the end, I think she'll be wild with it.

Here's an unedited little excerpt from Shadows :)

The creature led her into ever-narrowing gaps between the trees, until it stopped without warning, and she nearly stumbled straight into it.

“Wyddgi…” she panted, barely intelligible to her own ears, her breath ripping its way out of her. “Give it back.”

It just looked at her, its eyes dancing with mirth, teeth clamped around the worn leather parcel.

“Ah, Teifi er Nant, how you’ve grown,” it chuckled, voice barely stifled by its steal. “But we are barely a quarter of a league out from your front door. My pace was not that punishing, was it?”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she said through gritted teeth, pulling her sling off her shoulder; a clear threat.

With a swish of its sleek tail, Wyddgi laughed. “It’s getting dark, don’t you think?”

It wasn’t wrong. Winter light faded fast, and the woods she’d chased it into were dense and hid the sun as best they could. A shiver ran through her. The last time Wyddgi bothered her family, it had taken hours for it to get bored.

“You’re horrible, you know that?” she said, unbuttoning the rock in her sling. The pwca didn’t seem at all bothered when she started to swing it around over her head. Probably because it knew she wouldn’t ever let the rock fly.

“Come now, Teifi. The night won’t hurt you,” Wyddgi mocked. Without breaking eye contact, it placed the parcel gently on the ground. “Not yet.”

Teifi blinked, furrowing her brow. “What?”

But Wyddgi had already darted off into the shadows.

Thank you so much for asking!! 💖

[wip title ask game]

#vibrating over getting to talk about my original work lmao tysm! 💕#asks #cleverblackcat #my writing #when darkness comes #shadows wip #kallian tabris #teifi

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glows-n-the-dark · 2 years

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Just some fics that popped up in my mind. So yea......

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I want a Fic where Jaskier and Geralt somehow or other go back to Jaskiers home. I want it where most people treat Jaskier like shit and Geralt steadily notices everything. The snide comments, the gross looks, the disgust in their voice. Basically everything the Witchers get when they enter a town where people hate them. Then slowly Geralt does little things to comfort and support Jaskier. Like singing along to his songs or how shit the food is compare to Jaskiers famous stew. Then near the end Geralt just lets everything thing out and rips into everyone. Telling them how fucked up they are and how wonderdul, smart and brave Jaskier is.

"You People Are Blind! Or are you just right out stupid?" The witcher chuckled. "Probably both."

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Then theres the other one where everyone is doubting Jaskiers bravery and new found self. Like everyone is in disbelief that Jask has taken down a ghoul or demon of sorts. Till something does happen and Geralt gets knock out. Everyone is screaming and trying to run. Jaskier is like I got this.

Everyone is telling him to just run and let the Witcher died. Then Jaskier save everyone either by some weilding luck that neither him or Geralt wish to mention. Or he beats the demon by rubbing two cinnamon sticks together at the rhythm of the nearest water source or some stupid shit like that. 😂😂😂

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I would also to like to see one where everyone treats Jask like shit (kind of like how they do now) Then there's this big fight. Witchers and sorcerers fighting everything. Geralt is gravely injured and everyone is to far spread out to help but close enough to see and hear.

Jask covers Geralt with his own body to protect him from debris and fire. As people/creatures come near, Jask picks up Geralts sword and is now standing over Geralts limp body.

He tells them if they want him they would have to go through him first. Then jask rambles on because he knows he doesn't stand a chance.

"I am a nuisance to everyone I meet. I piss off or annoy anyone close to me. Everyone thinks I'm stupid and they are right. I'm stupid and worthless. Hell, most people just put up with me for sex or coin. My family disowned me, my friends pitty me and I'm pretty much a burden to anyone else. I may not be worth anything to anyone but this man means the world to me and I'll die for him. Right Here, Right Now! So come on then....." Jaskier lifts the blade to perfect stance. "Let's dance."

Then from there the others can see Jask taking on these random people/creatures. He surprisingly takes down the first few. Stuggles on one or two. Then takes on a few more till one of them strikes him down. Some of the Witchers try to race over to help. Jask still fights to protect Geralt by covering him with his own body. Hoping that would prolong the creature long enough for one of the brothers to come and help.

Everything turns black.....

After the battle and through recovery, Geralt finds out eveything that was said and happened. He watches over Jaskier and takes care of him. Understanding what happen and what his heart wants.

#geraskier fic #jaskier #geralt of rivia #the witcher #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #i need to write #i need more fics

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yuma-mukami-garden-god · 1 year

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no i just want small scenario of yuma f*ck his s/o against the wall🤰

NSFW)

Short and very bad scenario 😂

Your back hit the wall harshly and your hands were placed above your head

"I told ya sow! If yer gonna keep teasing me im just gonna take what i want"

Grinding his erection against ya he starts to slowly kiss down your neck listening to you moan

"This is yer fault so fix it! I wouldnt be acting like this if ya werent shaking yer ass fer me in that short skirt"

He rips your skirt off ya and kisses you deeply before you can complain moving his hands down to you ass to encorage you to jump up which you do wrapping your legs around waist so he can grind into you deeper

"Y-yuma please" you beg needing more

"Please what sow? Ya gotta be clearer in what ya wanting" he replies as he squeezes her ass

"P-please fuck m-me yuma i need it now!" You shout

He smirks at you and put you back on the floor while he pulls down his pants "strip naked sow" he commands and you happily oblige

"Good girl" he says as he picks you back up and pushes you against the wall before he pushes his erection slowly into you

Hearing you moan causes him to twitch slightly as he starts to kiss down your neck again "so...fucking....tight" he mutter as he starts to kiss down your neck and along yohr chest

"Y-yuma m-more" you manage to stutter between moans. Yuma smirks into the crook of your neck and starts to pick up the pace going harder and rougher with each thrust causing you to moan loudly and wrap your arms around his neck

Yuma thrusts into you as hard and fast as he can feeling you tighten up around him "so fucking good sow" he moans digging his fingers into your waist

"Y-yuma im g-gonna cum" you moan loudly as you feel yourself getting closer and closer

Yumas thrusts become more eratic as he moans and grunts louder "cum for me sow let everyone know how good ya feel when i fuck ya!"

You moan his name loudly as you cum hard legs shaking as you dig your nails into his shoulders feeling you cum hard and squeeze down on him triggered his own release causing his to bite your neck as he fill you up deeply

(Sorry its really bad this is my first time writing an actual fic)

#yuma mukami #asks open #anon asks #diabolik boys #anime and manga #diabolik lovers #diaboys #dialovers #mukami brothers

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tchallasbabymama · 2 years

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I miss your fics sis 😫😫😫 can we get a preview of a wip? I’m itching like a crackhead 😂

Here's a preview of Orbit, my Okoye x Nakia fic. I had hoped to enter it into the Black Panther fandom reset, but I don't think I'll be able to get it done by the deadline. Maybe... we'll see. 👀

There’s always a specific moment when you realize you care deeply about another person. For Okoye, it happened on that tumultuous night when she met Nakia in the throne room in secret. She feared she’d never see her again, hear her melodic voice, smell her jasmine perfume… she feared for Nakia’s safety more than she ever had before. Nakia being a War Dog never bothered Okoye one bit because she always came back to Wakanda a few times a year at least, so she was never really gone. But when Nakia told her of her plan to escape after Killmonger took over, Okoye felt her heart rip from her chest.

Okoye was caught off-guard by her own feelings. She was a married woman, after all, but that marriage didn’t last much longer after her revelation. The divorce wasn’t just because she was in love with someone else; they had plenty of other irreconcilable differences. Most notably, her ex-husband committed treason against the very crown she had sworn her life to protect. Needless to say, that by itself was enough for Okoye to file for a divorce as soon as the dust settled from the civil war.

The months following her divorce left Okoye reeling emotionally. She hadn’t just lost a husband, but a friend, too. W’Kabi had been her high school sweetheart, but before that, he was just the peanut-headed kid next door that she played with growing up. They married shortly after graduation, and since neither wanted children, it remained just the two of them for over a decade. That kind of lifelong bond was hard to let go of, but one thing Okoye valued most in this world was loyalty, and he had proven himself to be just the opposite. It took her a year of therapy before she even thought about trying to date again and another year before she found someone even marginally worth her time. It didn’t matter, though; nobody could compare to the occasional dreams she’d have about Nakia. Their kisses didn’t ignite her the way Nakia’s kiss did that day in the infirmary after the war.

She often wondered if Nakia ever told T’Challa about it. They weren’t together when it happened but reconciled shortly after. Seeing Nakia and T’Challa together never made Okoye feel jealous, but after they shared that kiss, Okoye grew uneasy around them. Luckily, with Nakia moving to Oakland to run the Outreach Center, that meant there was very little time for awkwardness on Okoye’s part. Not only that, but T’Challa and Nakia’s relationship came to an end again shortly after the move. Okoye felt for her king, having to get over a woman like that…

However, despite the triangle that only two of them knew about, T’Challa and Nakia remained close friends. They just didn’t see each other often because of work, which meant that Okoye hardly ever saw Nakia either. In fact, in the three years since Nakia moved to Oakland, Okoye could count on one hand how many times she’d laid eyes on the former War Dog in person: once for the Outreach Center’s grand opening and again once a year for the Center’s annual gala.

Time had changed Nakia. It used to be that she couldn’t see herself settling down in one place for too long, but these days she’d be hard-pressed to leave Oakland. As much as she loved Wakanda, Oakland just felt more like where she was meant to be. Nakia’s appearance had changed over time, as well. Maroon-colored locs dusted her shoulders, and while her job kept her active, she had gotten a little thicker over the years.

However, one thing that would never change for Nakia is her love of dating, even though the dating pool in Oakland left a lot to be desired. Getting all dolled up and going out on the arm of a hottie was Nakia’s whole deal in college, and she certainly brought that mentality with her to the states. Nakia was what one would call a serial dater. She was never single. Ever.

Until now.

Her rotation had dried up, and there was nobody new on the horizon. The dating apps were fruitless, and she hadn’t met anyone organically in months. T’Challa, who found her dating stories amusing and often retold the stories to Okoye because he was an insufferable gossip, grew worried about his friend when he realized her birthday was nearing. Another thing that hadn’t changed about Nakia was how important her birthday was to her. When she used to go on missions, she’d let it slide for the sake of the job, but whenever she was either in Wakanda or Oakland, Nakia wanted a little something from whoever she was dating…but there was no one this year to bake her a cake or give her birthday orgasms. Just the cupcakes some of the volunteers presented her with during her lunch break.

Nakia sighed and sat back in her chair, absentmindedly licking icing from her fingers when her kimoyo beads chimed with a notification. She didn’t even look before answering; she already knew who it was.

“So this is thirty-five?” she droned. “You should’ve warned me, T.”

“About what?” T’Challa laughed.

“How boring it is.”

“Don’t blame the age; I feel just fine.”

“We don’t all have superpowers. Some of our knees pop when we stand up too fast.”

“Your knees have been popping for years, Nakia.”

“Did you call to insult me?”

“Not this time,” he snickered. “I have a gift for you.”

Nakia perked up in her seat.

“For me? What is it?”

A soft knock rapped against the door.

“Just a second, T. Come in!”

The door opened slowly, and Okoye peeked her head into the office, a sly grin parting her luscious lips.

“Surprise.”

#slide up in my ask box #ask cece #anon #preview #orbit #okoye x nakia #cecewritessometimes #black panther fanfiction

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seoafin · 11 months

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if. if i could just print every single chapter of ddao and eat the paper. idk like I need it in my bloodstream i need to memorize it word by word. idk what you put in your writing but every time i read something of yours i can't peel my eyes off the screen until the story's over!! it's just that good 🤩

I have ve just finished reading the latest chapter for the first time so i still need to catch all the details .. but off the bat i think that line about rip!mc feeling like she's introducing a lover to her parents when she talks abt Hideo to Suguru was spot-on. i think it pretty much sums up their dynamic, not in the literal sense ofc lmao - but just in describing the walking-on-eggshells feeling that mc has when confronting them, and that on one side is unjustified (she's always doubting herself so much😭) but that is on the other side valid because they are such a cumbersome (?) presence (i hope i got the word right i had to look it up. i mean .. so big you can't ignore it. You can't just not notice them). they are in general but particularly in her life .. and she's always questioning the things she does and how they will affect them. add to that that stsg just .. don't love normally? they can be so pervasive even without being overtly oppressive! and with a personality such as mc's .. well, things are bound to get a little chaotic 😂! 11/10 as always. not to mention Suguru. i- when he- when i- hgghggghfnn (incoherent gibberish)

also .. I just want to tell you i've been loving all your stsg thoughts. your takes and your fics have been helping me a lot with expanding my perspective on their characters :))!! and even motivated me to work more on my own fic out of renewed interest & passion. i couldn't be happier (& more grateful) about it. so thank you!! I struggle a lot with self-doubt and judgement but when I see people on my dash putting this much heart in their work i'm always a little more motivated to channel my own love and make it shine through. so thank you soo much for everything !! I hope you have a good day Morgan :)) (p.s. sorry for any mistakes, my english-speaking brain is not collaborating rn lol)

i'm always so honored when ppl tell me my work inspires them to work on their own wips because reading other poeple's fics always gets ME motivated to work on my own stuff so it's always so encouraging and heartwarming to hear that!!!!!

#as a writer who also struggles with a lot of self doubt and judgement i feel you #it feels like it's getting harder and harder to be a writer nowadays #writing makes me secondguess myself like nobody's business LOL #THAT being said thank you for reading and faithfully following along sam!!! i shall try my best to complete this fic for you and everybody #i always look forward to your asks! (no pressure at all)#atenisis #ddao.fb

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tom-whore-dleston · 2 years

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From the Dining Table

Pairing: Harry Styles x f!reader

Genre: Smut (lemon)

*18+ only; please do not consume if you are younger than 18 years old*

Warnings: sensory deprivation (blindfold), oral sex (f receiving), reader gets nervous but Harry comforts her, reader teases Harry at end

*Please note that you are responsible for your own media consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you or make you uncomfortable, please do not read!*

Summary: You get a little nervous about receiving oral, but luckily the solution to your problem is around Harry's neck.

Word Count: 1.3k

Beta Read: N/A

*all errors and mistakes are mine*

Notes: Here is day 1 of Fuckuary!! Sorry it took so long 😭😭😭 Y'all know how slow my ass is at writing 🥲 I probs should've prefaced that I may not upload fics on it's respective day, but hey, filth is still filth even if it's late 😂 felt appropriate to have Fuckuary start with Harry Styles since his bday is on the 1st. Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed!

Fuckuary Day 1: Sensory Deprivation - Harry Styles

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Kicking the door closed behind you, Harry pushed you against the wooden frame to kiss you roughly on the lips. The whole night, you and Harry couldn’t wait to get your hands on each other. Now, you can finally ease that pent up sexual tension. He broke the kiss to lead you onto the table in the dining room. You hopped on the table, wrapping your limbs around Harry and continued smashing his mouth on yours. He lifted your skirt to reveal your dampened panties.

“I can’t wait any longer, baby,” Harry growled, dropping to his knees. “I need a taste of my dessert now.” As Harry was about to rip off your panties, you swiftly gripped his hands. It was a rare occasion for one of your partners to go down on you, but when they did, you were always shy and nervous. Even though Harry was a trusting and loving partner, you were still nervous about him going down on you.

“Everything alright, love?” You remained silent as Harry rose from between your legs to level his gaze with yours. “Did I do something wrong?” God, he was so sweet and perfect, you felt embarrassed for pushing him away, literally.

“No, oh no, you could never do wrong, baby,” you stammered. You caressed his soft face as he tilted his head in confusion. “It’s all me.” You looked down shamefully, in which Harry lifted your head to look him in the eye.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, my love. You know you can always tell me what makes you uncomfortable.” Harry’s words were so comforting, you couldn’t help but smile at him. You sighed before you finally conjured the courage to speak up.

“I don’t know. I just always get nervous whenever I’m about to be eaten out. I mean, I want to…like really bad. But I can never cum from it because I always get turned off from watching.” Harry listened and nodded, but you still turned your head away. “Sorry, it’s embarrassing-”

Harry grabbed your hand and brought it up to lightly kiss it. “Love, I want you to listen to me.” You whipped your head back towards him. “It’s okay to get nervous while having sex. We don’t even have to do anything tonight if you’re not up for it.”

“But I want to.” Your hands slid up his arms, lingering around his toned muscles. This caused him to suck in a deep breath. He didn’t proceed in questioning you because your touch was enough to prove you were serious. As your hands reached his shoulders, your eyes set upon the tie that hung from his neck. It was as if a lightbulb went off in your head the moment your hand landed on the end of the tie.

“What if you blindfold me with your tie?” You paused. “That way I won’t have to watch.” You studied Harry’s face as he pondered on your proposal.

“Is that what you want, love?” You nodded enthusiastically. He grinned before locking his lips with yours. While your lips danced in unison, you fumbled with his tie, failing to loosen it around his neck. Harry unraveled it with ease and you giggled as he waved it around in the air.

“If anything feels uncomfortable-”

“Harry, please! Just stop talking and blindfold me!” You loved Harry for being so gentle with you, but right now, all that you craved was his lips on your sopping cunt.

Harry laughed, ending with a lip bite. “Oh, right away ma’am!” He gently wrapped the tie around your eyes, tying the silk in the back into a bow. His fingers stroked the side of your face and you flinched at the sudden touch. All you could hear was Harry’s smug chuckle as his fingertips traveled down your figure. It thrilled you having your sight cut off and not knowing what to anticipate.

You felt his slender fingers hook under the band of your panties, gasping as they slowly slid down your legs and fell to the floor. You lay back on the table, spreading your legs in the process. Harry let out a satisfied hum as your wet pussy was displayed before him. His hands gripped your thighs, the aggression of his hold causing his rings to dig into your skin. Your heartbeat picked up as his breath fanned over your slit.

“Please, baby.” Your voice was laced with desperation as Harry continued to prolong your pleasure.

“Yes, ma’am.” His British accent turned into an animalistic growl before he latched onto your wetness. A loud moan bounced off the walls of the dining area as you arched your back off the table. Even with the tie over your eyes, you still squeezed them shut as you succumbed to your desire. With the way he flicked his tongue along your slit, you were in disbelief that you used to deny something so deliciously sensual.

As you whined and thrashed around on the table, Harry smiled against your clit, his smirks sending shock waves through your body. He loved watching you finally allow yourself to feel pleasure. His tongue continued to swipe over your pussy, testing what made you squirm so he could repeat it with more fervor. You were about to close your legs around his head, but he pulled your thighs further apart until you were practically in the splits.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, love?” Harry cooed, his glistening lips ghosting above your swollen bud.

“Oh god, yes, Harry! Don’t stop, please, don’t stop!”

That talented mouth of his immediately got back to work, causing your mouth to fly open even if no sounds came out. The more he ate you out, the harder Harry’s cock throbbed in his pants. As much as he wanted to touch himself to how hot you looked on the table, making you feel good was his main priority. Your pussy began to pulse around his tongue and your stomach turned into a knot.

“Holy f-fuck, I-I think I’m gonna-”

“I know, baby, I can feel you.” Harry swirled the tip of his tongue around your nub. “I want you to cum for me. Lemme taste how sweet you are.” Without another word, he sucked harshly on your button, causing you to grip his curly hair until you reached that peak of euphoria. Harry ate past your orgasm, leading to him finishing in his pants. He released your clit from his lips with a smack before stepping back to admire you in your drunken state.

You lay on top of the dining table for a few moments until your heart beat was steady and your breathing was slow. You tried to take the blindfold off your face, but it was tied a lot tighter than you anticipated. Your hands reached out for Harry but you were only met with emptiness.

“Harry,” you called out, waiting for him to return your touch. The man in question chuckled before hovering over your frame to gingerly remove his tie from around your eyes. His eyes twinkled as they were met with yours once again.

“How do you feel, love?” he asked, brushing hair out of your face and lightly stroking your face with his fingertips.

You giggled blissfully. “Never been better. I’ve never cum that hard before. So umm, thank you!” You sat up to wrap your arms around his shoulders and closed the space between you too, connecting lips once more. Feeling more confident, you snaked your hand down to grope his bulge through his pants. You hummed against him, realizing his pants were wet and sticky from his cum.

“Mmm, did you cum while eating my pussy, baby?” Harry grunted as you firmly grasped his cock, making it rise to attention.

“You were so hot. I couldn’t help myself.” His British accent was now laced with lust and his blue eyes turned into a darker shade. His change in tone caused you to raise an eyebrow. Without further thought, you grabbed the tie from the side and started to cover his eyes with the silk.

“Think it’s my turn to make you cum with my mouth.”

*Thanks for reading :) Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. Your responses are what keep me motivated to write. However, please do not repost or translate my work anywhere.*

#*fuckuary '22 #harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles smut #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfiction #smut #lemon fic #reader insert #fem!reader #no y/n

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procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics · 3 years

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Resolve

mootiemoose submitted:

hello! Can I request an Ivar x reader fic, something where he’s in pain and having to take it easy (hating every second of it) and the reader has to keep an age on him. And doesn’t take any of his bullshit 😂♥️

#submission

Notes: this was my first request, so I really hope you enjoyed this @mootiemoose

Letting Ivar fight with the rest of his brothers had been a terrible idea, but you couldn’t have stopped him anyways. Now, when the brothers were finally setting up a camp that would last for longer than just a night, you had a chance to knock some sense into his head.

Very carefully.

As a thrall-made-shieldmaiden you couldn’t take big risks or liberties, but since it was your friendship with Ivar that freed you, you wouldn’t let him commit any other grand stupidities.

All your resolve was weakened though when you saw Ivar dragging himself through the mud the royal villa towered over. He tried to hide it as he seated himself at a table with his brothers, but he was in pain. You’d seen his face turn from the usual frown to angry and in the last few days, to pained.

With a sigh, you left the celebration and went to Ivar’s tent, deciding that you’d had enough for the day.

Seeing that you were the only one who actually enjoyed being around him, Ivar decidedly told you to sleep in his tent instead of sleeping under some shitty lean-to. You had just taken out your braids and washed of the grime accumulated in the last few days and battles when you heard a dragging sound outside the tent.

Soon enough, Ivar almost ripped back the flap of the tent and wordlessly sat down on his bed, sharpening his knife.

“Sigurd?” you asked. Ivar looked up and then spat on the ground.

“Of course. Never met a bigger idiot.” Ivar replied, throwing his knife into the beam next to your bed.

“And here I was thinking you were acquainted with Bjorn.” You joked, pulling the knife out of the beam. The two of you sat in comfortable silence, but just before you could pour Ivar a cup of mead, he began leaving again.

“Where are you going?” you asked him.

“Bjorn and Halfdan are drinking with my brothers.” Ivar said.

“So? You don’t usually care for such things.”

“They might discuss their next steps.” Ivar said decidedly. He was set on going, which meant that you’d have to bring up a good argument to change his mind, without bringing up his legs.

Quickly, you crouched in front of him. “They’re getting drunk, Ivar. You don’t have to go.” This made him pause for a second. Then, he began pulling past you.

“Ivar stop. I’ve literally gotten drunk with all of them before. They just want to find someone to fuck afterwards.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, slave.” He snarled. A few years ago, when you were still a puny fourteen-year-old, you would’ve been hurt by the insult, but now, you knew that Ivar was tired and in pain. He’d apologize later, in his own way.

Right now, you needed to stop him from cracking one of his bones again. So, you hurled back an insult.

“Oh yeah? Then stop pretending like you actually care to get drunk with your brothers! You’re just a cripple with bones that are too loud for his own good, Boneless.”

With that, you turned around and marched towards the abandoned jug of mead. You had to smile to yourself. Ivar was smart, and yet, theses childish catfights were what he needed each time he was angry. Something harmless to let off some steam.

When the axe whizzed through the air, throwing the cup out of your hand, you pretended to be mad at him.

“That was my fucking drink.” You shouted at him, throwing a boot at his shoulder. Ivar saw it coming and rolled out of the way.

Quicker than you’d thought possible, he pulled himself towards you and snatched your feet out and away from under you.

Using his body weight, Ivar slammed his hands on your arms, pushing them down firmly. His face was mere centimeters from yours, blue eyes raging with fury. Then, you felt the cool metal of his favorite dagger against your throat.

“I’ll cut your fucking throat if you insult me again.” He snarled, pulling you up by the neck.

“Go ahead.” You dared him. It was something you only said when Ivar was yelling at you. Ivar was the most dangerous when he was strangely quiet.

You were right. Slowly, Ivar put the dagger away and laid down on his back, closing his eyes. You turned to look at him, carefully brushing the dirt out of his hair. Ivar opened an eye to look at you. It was slightly ridiculous, and you had to smile.

Slowly, you peeled yourself from the floor and threw Ivar some new clothes. When you started pulling all the grimy layers over your head, you heard a huff from Ivar.

It was stupid, really. As a slave, you’d never had any privacy so you just turned around and hoped no one would take a quick look. And even now, Ivar, the famous heathen, turned into a Christian when you changed into different clothes.

When you turned around, you were only wearing your pants and had the tight bandages over your chest.

“Is something wrong?” you asked him sweetly. Ivar, scourge of the world, turned a little pink. “No.” he muttered.

“Liar.” You whispered, sitting next to him on the bed. Ivar turned even redder as your shoulder brushed his.

He pressed his lips together firmly, staring straight back at you.

“You don’t have to be everywhere all the time, Ivar. I know your legs hurt, take a break. Just for tonight.” You asked him.

Ivar snorted. “My legs don’t hurt.” He lied.

“And I’m the queen of Wessex.” You replied flawlessly. Ivar attempted to suppress a smile.

“It’s true.” You continued. “I must save my country from the wrath of the Northmen.” You said, pitching your voice. Picking up Ivar’s cloak, you pretended to be wearing a fine silk dress.

“Alas, I thought seducing Ivar the Boneless would be terrible, but he’s so much more handsome than my old husband.”

Ivar barked out a laugh and shook his head. You pulled your night shift over your head and lied down on Ivar’s bed, spreading out in a very rude manner.

He looked down at you. “The queen of Wessex wouldn’t act like that, of course.” You corrected yourself. “But now I’m already in your bed, Boneless.”

Finally, Ivar gave up on his plans for the night and lied down next to you. “Is that so terrible?” he asked.

Carefully, you put a hand on his cheek and felt his rough hand being put over yours. This time, it was you pulling him in, initiating the kiss.

Like always, Ivar was warm, softer than you’d expect from a man like him, but the calmness of the kiss was something you seldom experienced. When you began falling asleep, you pulled Ivar closer, tangling yourself in his arms.

He must’ve thought you were asleep, but you still heard his hoarse whisper. “Thank you.” He said, and while you were supposed to take care of him, theses words were more than enough as compensation.

#ivar #ivar fanfic #ivar x reader #ivar x you #ask #submission #ivar's heathen army #ivar imagine #ivar the boneless #fluff #ivar fluff #angry ivar #ivar ragnarsson #ivar lothbrok

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lilyclawthorne · 2 years

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I don't know if you're still doing the prompts thing (if you're not, then no pressure (😂)) but could you do one where over dinner Pepa and Bruno decide to tease Julieta by telling Isabela, Luisa and Mirabel all the naughty stuff she and Agustín got up to when they were young? (In the silly embarrassing way a sibling would)

Besties I’m back with the grounded julieta crack, except this time it’s just an aftermath/epilogue. Sorry it took so long to get around to this one but I had been saving it to be more than just a five sentence fic.

Grounded Julieta Part 1

After almost a week of meddling from her siblings, Julieta was glad to see her life return to normal, and was especially glad to return to working in the main kitchen, rather the one in her own room. She had been slightly annoyed, Pepa was true to her word and did in fact rearrange the kitchen in as much of an annoying way as she could. Julieta hadn’t wanted to deal with it, putting off the task until she finally had to, and enlisted the help of her husband and daughters to put everything back in it’s place before working on dinner.

In the midst of all their work, two pairs of footsteps could be heard approaching, only to stop and turn into a fit of giggles as they watched the chaos of the kitchen. Julieta turned around at the noise, and met the gaze of both Bruno and Pepa, “Out! You’re both banned from my kitchen!”

Pepa gasps, overdramatic as always, before saying, “Your kitchen? This is Casita’s kitchen. We share the space here.”

But as if to prove a point, Casita began to shove the two backwards with the tiles. Julieta’s pretty sure the home still held a grudge against the two for almost burning the whole kitchen down a few years back.

“But I didn’t rearrange your kitchen!” Bruno yells as he’s moved, hoping that by calling it Julieta’s kitchen he’ll earn some brownie points. Casita stops, considering this, before flinging Pepa backwards faster but not letting Bruno come any closer.

“Gracias, Casita,” Julieta tells the home with a smirk on her face. The rest of her family has stopped what they were doing to watch what was going on, slightly confused at the sight before them, but also trying hard not to laugh. Mirabel decides to speak up in defense of her mother, “Haven’t the two of you done enough to Mamá over the past week?”

“It’ll never be enough!” Pepa shouts from where she ended up falling onto the floor.

Curiously getting the better of her, Isabela asks, “What did she even do to deserve this?”

At the question, Julieta freezes, and watches as her siblings look at each other with grins growing wide on their faces. They pull up two chairs, sitting as close to the kitchen as the can get as they make themselves comfortable for a story time.

Julieta stares them straight in the eyes, “Don’t you dare.”

Casita, however, loves to play from all sides, and prevents Julieta from stopping them, while the woman curses the traitor out under her breath.

“Hmm where to begin,” Pepa says, contemplating, “Oh! There was the time she ripped one of her best dresses, she had just been given it and was supposed to be wearing it for our birthday a week later. She claimed it tore because I had a hail storm near her, which I did not.”

“Okay, but Mamá was less mad than she would’ve been if she’d known the truth,” Julieta tries to argue in her defense.

“It only seems like that because you weren’t the one she was mad at! Maybe I should have told her you snuck out a window to go to some party and flirt with everyone there.”

“You were disgustingly flirty with a lot of people,” Bruno feels the need to add on.

“I’m going to need you two to shut up right now.” An unspoken threat lies somewhere within Julieta’s words.

“Oh, don’t want your daughters to hear about all the people who loved you, and how much you loved it?” Pepa teases. She’s got a smirk on her face that’s only growing wider by the second as she sees her sister getting riled up.

Julieta picked up a rolling pin, sending a threatening look in her sister’s direction, which shut her up and wiped the smirk from her face real quick. Pepa was well aware of the kind of damage Julieta was capable of with just the one kitchen utensil. Bruno, finally sensing some slight tension, decides to changed the topic slightly, “Juli also had the easiest access to alcohol because everyone thought she would be cooking with it, but somehow it always ended up stashed and found in one of our rooms.”

“Okay, hold on a minute, I still had to risk getting in trouble to get that for all three of us!”

“Juli, you stashed it in our rooms so many times that by the time you finally kept it in yours, Mamá thought we were trying to pin it on you,” he shot right back at her, to which she folded her arms and got grumpy about because he technically wasn’t wrong.

“Oh!” Pepa speaks back up, smirk returning to her face,” Not to mention she got so much worse and more rebellious when she started dating Agustín!”

The three daughters sat up, curiosity piqued by the wonder of how on Earth their father could make their mother more rebellious. Luisa dared to ask, much to her mother’s dismay, “Really?”

“Oh yes! Your Abuela did not like your Papá at first, so Julieta did everything she thought to push her into accepting that she’d never end their relationship.”

“That kind of sounds sweet though?” Isabela comments.

“Not when you’re tasked with keeping her out of trouble, and really us? Keeping anyone out of trouble? That’s how you know it’s bad. Of course weren’t successful and got yelled at for it too! It’s like Juli was trying to make our lives harder by sneaking him into her bedroom all the time.”

Agustín’s own face has a blush creeping up it,and it’s not hard to put two and two togther. The three girls eyes widen, but the only one of them who speaks is Mirabel, “Gross.”

Bruno nods his head, agreeing with the girl before continuing, “I got told off because I apparently encouraged her by having a vision that the two of them would be together for a very long time. Really! A good vision and I still couldn’t win.”

“Ugh, and I’ll never forget the time we walked in on -“ Pepa is cut off by the sound of Julieta clearing her throat, and comes face to face with the dangerous look in her sister’s eyes.

“One more word. One more word and I will beat you with this rolling pin, heal you, and do it all over again.”

“To be fair, that was pretty traumatizing to see”, Bruno mistakenly adds.

“THAT’S IT! Casita let me at them!” And the house takes the cue that this is a woman on a mission who will not be stopped, aside from giving them a 10 second head start, nothing is done to prevent her from chasing after her siblings, rolling pin in hand. Those remaining in the kitchen can’t help but wince when they hear them yell once Julieta finally reaches them.

#encanto #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #madrigal triplets #encanto fic #fics

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wooobuddyletsgetnasty · 4 years

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HI! I see your requests are open and i’ve just recently rewatched Naruto Shipp. Could I request a one shot/scenario of Shikamaru cheating on his s/o with Tamari and then she gets revenge by sleeping with Hidan and then going rouge with him🤘🏽😂❤️

Bro this is magic. I love cheating fics lmaoo. I’m giving the same disclaimer I give on everything.

Don’t cheat unless you don’t want teeth. Cause I will steal them. I’m not playin.

The sadness of finding out Shikamaru’s secret had long passed. The only thing left now was an unbridled rage. You hated the feeling in your chest. You should have known something was wrong, but in your defense Shika was a genius. He knew how to hide what he was doing, and if he hadn’t slipped up who really knows how long it would have taken for you to find out.

You knew better, or at least, you should have. You shouldn’t have been wandering on your own with dangerous rouge ninja out here, but honestly, you really didn’t care that much. You stumbled through the forest, grumbling something along the lines of, “That fuckin’ asshole. I can’t believe this shit.”

You tumbled, and when you hit the ground you huffed out a laugh, but it was mixed with an angry sob, “What the fuck.” You happened to look around, and realize that you had no clue where you were. Panic settled into the back of your brain, and the slow rustle of a nearby bush lit your nerve endings on fire. You barked out a, “I swear to god Shikamaru, if that’s you I will literally break your fuckin’ neck.”

You winced at the sight of silver hair, and your guard came up immediately. He was poised, blood on his chest, and his scythe resting on his shoulder, “Looks like it’s my lucky day.” You knew instantly who he was, but you really weren’t in the mood for him today so, with a sigh, you let out a, “I’m busy.” You hastily got to your feet, and brushed a stray leaf out of your hair.

The bark of laughter that ripped from Hidan’s chest startled you. You really had expected him to have already murdered you, and used your insides to decorate the forest. He shifted, moving closer to you, “Now then princess, what’s got that stick up your ass?” You swore you could have killed him, but the image that burned in your brain brought tears to your eyes. Hidan watched as all your fight left, and pain moved in its place.

Which brings you to where you are now, sitting on a fallen tree and rambling about how hurt you are that Shikamaru could do this to you, “I gave up everything! My job! My freedom! I cooked for him! I cleaned that goddamn house! I was going to stay home, be a good wife and raise our fucking kids! I thought about having kids with that fucking asshole! Can you even believe that? Then, today I come home from the store and you know where he is? He’s in our bed, and he’s balls deep in some other bitch!”

Somewhere along the way, Hidan had moved closer to you. It was comforting, the way his thigh brushed against yours, and the way his maroon gaze stayed trained on your face the whole time you were rambling. One of his hands moved to rest against your inner thigh, “It must hurt, ya know? To have a man you think you’ll spend your life with turn out to be a little bitch.” Your gaze shifted to his face, and in the low light you could see the look in his eyes. You were suddenly suffocating, a longing you hadn’t felt in months running through your bones.

He was closer now, the look in his eyes turned hungry, “I can help you. I’ll make you forget his name,” Hidan’s grip on your thigh bordering pain, “I can show you what it feels like to get fucked by a real man.” Your mouth is dry now, a shudder ripping through your body, “We can make him feel what you feel right now, betrayal.” Betrayal. Now that, that sounded good.

Hidan was on you the moment you gave him the okay. His lips were bruising, and you winced when his teeth clashes against yours. You moaned as he tugged at your hair, teeth sinking into your swollen lips. He knocked you off the log, scythe clattering next to him, his body hovering over you. His lips trailed to your throat, and when you keened at him his fingers slipped into your mouth.

They pressed along your tongue, and the harsh taste of dirt mingled with the metallic taste of blood caused you to gag. You were cut short when his teeth sunk into your throat. When he pulled back, he watched you suckle on his fingers. With a low groan, Hidan pulled them from your mouth. He watched your face for a few seconds, and you could see the gears turning in his head.

When he spoke again, you couldn’t help the jerk of your hips against his, “Show me your tongue, princess.” You obliged, sticking your tongue out slowly. Hidan stripped himself, watching your face again. He threw you a smug grin when you choked at the sight of his cock. Hidan moved to straddle your chest, and then he muttered a, “Keep your tongue out.”

You listened, and did as he asked. The slick “ptuh!” and then the contact of his spit to your drying tongue made your eyes roll. His hands gripped the sides of your head, and with one slow roll of his hips he hilted his cock into your throat. Your hands came up to clench his thighs, fingernails digging in. You tried to focus on repressing your gag reflex, but when he shifted to press deeper into your mouth you couldn’t help the loud gag that ripped from you.

Hidan moaned, and you struggled to keep your grip on his thighs. The low squelching of his balls slapping against your spit soaked face had to have been the lewdest thing you’d heard. When he decided to finally let you breathe, you popped off his cock with a loud shuddering gasp. His tongue trailed the saliva on your chin before he caught you in another kiss.

A few moments later, he had you face down in the moss, tits bouncing with each well timed thrust. You heard the snap of a branch, and then the low chuckle that ripped from Hidan’s chest, “Don’t look so surprised, loser.” One of Hidan’s hands made rough contact with the side of your ass, the other reaching around to grip your face and pull you up so you could see ahead of you, “Look who came for you, princess!” Through your blurry vision, you could barely see the horror on Shikamaru’s face.

It gave you some sort of weird pride, but with another slap to your ass, Hidan brought your attention back to him, “Tell him. Go on, tell him who this pussy belongs to.” You keened, hips rolling back to meet Hidan’s, “A-Ah! It’s..It’s yours!” Another harsh slap to your ass, and Hidan tugged you back harder, hand clenching your throat, “Say my name, princess. If you want to cum, you’ll say my name.”

One of your hands moved to hold the one resting on your throat, the other moving to press against your clit, “Hidan! Hidan!” Your moans were louder, more urgent. Shikamaru knew what it meant, you were going to cum. Shikamaru should have looked away, he should have left, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. Is this what you had felt like?

Hidan pressed deeper into you, the low grunts falling quicker from his mouth, “look at him, princess. Look him in the face while I fuck my cum into my pretty pussy.” Your body seized, tears wetting your lash line, you could hear Hidan muttering, “That’s it, princess. Show him how you soak this dick.” You could feel Hidan’s smile against your neck as he fucked you through your orgasm. God, betrayal never felt so good.

#hidan #hidan x reader #akatuski #hidan imagine #naruto #naurto x reader #naruto imagines #SIN SIN SIN #im so sorry lmao #akatsuki x reader

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Psst. Hey. Hey. Can you give me the WIP rundown? 😘 Aaaaall the things!!

Menacing me on my own page? The audacity. Criminal. J A I L.

But maybe I will give you the WIP Ask Game rundown below the cut 😂

I already answered Paparazzi here for MC and no one gets any behind the scenes Big Bang except for Christie but here is the rest (I’ve got my eye on you BTW)

13 Going On 30

No idea how I got conned into this one but here is a tiny little snippet (it is rotting in my folder and I need someone to bully me into finishing it)

“MJ?” He croaked hoarsely, stumbling over and fumbling with the locks so he could crack the door open and look at his girlfriend. Michelle was seething on the other side and she pushed in around him and left him standing in the doorway gaping. He shut the door quickly and turned to look at MJ who was now standing in the middle of the room and glaring at his Spidey suit which was still in a pile on the floor.

“So this is why you stood me up,” she stated, voice tight.

“What?” Peter asked, ripping a t-shirt off of a nearby lamp and pulling it over his head. “MJ look I-,”

“Save it,” she said through gritted teeth. “I don’t know what I expected when I said we could give this one more shot. I’ll never come first will I? It’s always going to be Spider-Man.”

Last Kiss May/Ben

This was actually meant to be part of a different fic but, seeing as I am physically incapable of shutting up, it got too big and now it is its own thing.

As it turned out, Ben Parker was very interested in getting pancakes and they met at an out of the way diner with sticky floors and tables and a questionable health rating but some of the best breakfast in the city just after seven that morning. They were both exhausted from night shifts and downing coffee at unhealthy rates but the conversation flowed light and easy between them.

Ben had bounced around a couple of construction jobs right out of high school before going to the police academy. He had joked and said that college wasn’t for him, his younger brother Richard had gotten all the brains in the family and had gotten accepted to Cornell on a full ride scholarship. May told him a little about her own family – that she was estranged from her sisters who lived out of state. About her plans to graduate within a year to work ER or ICU, how she was to pursue her BSN as soon as she could.

By the end of breakfast she was smitten and it was clear that Ben didn’t want their morning to end when he invited her back to his apartment for coffee.

In the end, the coffee pot sat empty and unused on the counter while May dozed with her head on Ben’s chest. She normally wouldn’t hang around after a one-night stand but, in this case, she thought she might try her chances.

5+1 Ned Handshake

This is Hyp and Angie’s fault one hundred percent.

When MIT finally, finally, sends Ned his dorm assignment and his new roommate’s contact information it’s the height of summer in New York about one week after he graduated in the top five of his class at Midtown. He’s meeting up with MJ for the first time since their joint family graduation party to try and cool off with some Italian Ice and they’re both rushing to eat it before it melts into juice. MJ’s mouth is dyed blue from hers and Ned knows that his is probably not that much better.

Both of their phones are sitting on the table and they vibrate in tandem with email notifications. They freeze for only a second before diving on them like starving animals.

Haunted MJ

No idea where this came from but here it is apparently. Is Peter dead? Why is he haunting MJ’s apartment? The world may never know.

“Stark Industries President and Avenger’s spokesperson Tony Stark gave an update on the masked vigilante known as Spider-Man this evening,” the blonde news anchor reports, her face cut out to be replaced with a video of the billionaire standing at a podium, lit by sporadic flashes of cameras. He looks tired to Michelle. He’s wearing darker sunglasses than usual and his complexion is pale under the lights.

“The Avengers and Spider-Man’s friends and family thank you all for the outpouring of support,” Stark reads woodenly from the notecards gripped tightly in his hands. “When we have an update on his condition, we’ll let you know so you vultures can stop-.”

Colonel James Rhodes, War Machine, pulls Stark away from the podium and takes the cards from him. “We all appreciate your support,” he says, hand gripped tightly on Stark’s shoulder. “But we don’t have anything new to tell you at this juncture. Please continue to keep his family and friends in your thoughts.” He turns away and goes back to his friend. Stark is rubbing his eyes under his glasses and having a quiet conversation with Rhodes that can’t be picked up by the mics on the podium.

Michelle’s kitchen lights flicker and the temperature plummets. The stove turns on and off and the microwave starts and stops in spurts.

Seekmas Last Chapter

No except because this is going through major revision right now. Chapter 6 decided it wanted to be completely different than the way I originally wrote it and it’s taken on a life of its own. Send help.

But, fr, this is (hopefully) the last chapter and will maybe offer a little bit of resolution. Maybe.

We’ll see.

Meet The Joneses

The fic I was supposed to write for MJ week before Haunted MJ took over. From MJ’s point of view after the blip on and her relationship with her family, friends and maybe that dirtbag Peter. We’ll see.

“So Peter’s cute,” Mary-Jane had said slyly a few hours later as they cleaned up from the party.

Michelle had shrugged, ducking to pick up a napkin that had gotten crammed under the couch to hide her blush. “I suppose.”

“He looks like trouble,” her dad had grumbled as he wrestled with the cord to their ancient vacuum. “Where did he get that black eye anyways?”

“Oh hush,” her mom admonished, elbowing him gently and winking. “Don’t you remember the trouble *you* got into in high school?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Robert had responded with a smirk and Michelle mimed gagging into a nearby trash can as her parents laughed.

This took much longer than I suspected and I am facing the consequences of my actions for having so many wips. ❤️ you Oli!

#bullying on my own blog #menacing #can’t believe I have to face the consequences of my own actions #betrayal #wip ask game #no one look me in the eye

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