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navybrat817 · 6 months

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Let You Down

Pairing: Soft!Dark Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Summary: Ari wants to be closer to you on a peaceful morning.

Word Count: 500

Warnings: Implied DUBCON, implied smut, implied anal, possessive behavior, soulmates, telepathic link, soft!dark Ari Levinson (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: For @thebasementspouses ! The Basement Spouses Writing Challenge #6! Character: Ari Levinson. Length: 250-500 words. Prompt: "I'm gonna be your first and last." ❤️ Set in my soulmate!Ari world with Wear Me Down and Down Again. Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The light from the gentle dawn beckoned you to wake up, your eyes squinting against the shades of yellow and orange that filled the room. The hues were like a flower in bloom, emphasizing that each day was a new beginning. You took a deep breath as you shed the sleep from your mind and let the morning joy wash over you.

For a moment, you were at peace.

But peace cannot be kept by force.

A shiver rolled down your spine when Ari’s lips brushed your shoulder, his body eclipsing yours and reminding you that you weren't alone as his beard tickled your skin. Waking up beside him was like moving from one dream to another since he made sure to occupy your mind. As your brain fog gave way to clarity, it was impossible to ignore the way he pressed himself against your ass.

Hard, throbbing, and ready for you.

“Morning,” he said in a relaxed tone, his hand on your waist dipping low.

If a touch could burn, he would've scorched you from head to toe and allowed you to heal before he did it all over again.

“Morning,” you whispered, placing your hand over his to stop him before he reached between your legs. “I just woke up.”

His chest was no longer against your back as he pulled his hand away and you didn't want to admit that you missed the warmth of him. As if he sensed your thoughts, which he likely did, he brought his hand to your backside instead. “Ari,” you whispered, your eyes snapping open when a thick finger slid possessively between your cheeks.

He chuckled in your mind, a low and throaty noise as you shut your eyes. “You know, there are many benefits to starting off the day with sex,” he spoke, waves crashing in your mind like a stormy sea as his voice intimately brushed the deepest parts of you. “It can boost your immune system. Combat stress before you start your day.”

No.

“It can bring us closer together, which is what we both need,” he continued as if you didn't speak his name. As if you didn't have a say in the matter. “And, truthfully, I've been dying to feel this hole around my cock.”

You didn't dare look over your shoulder, your heart hammering in your chest as you tried to think of something else. Anything else. “I haven't…” you trailed off with a defeated sigh because you didn't have to finish your statement.

He already knew that no one else had ever been in your ass. It surprised you that he took that long to act on it. At least he wouldn't hurt you when he took you.

He was a kind soulmate in that regard.

“I know, sweetheart,” he whispered as he pressed another kiss to your shoulder. It did nothing to relieve the tension in your muscles. “I’m gonna be your first and last.”

And with that, your peace became Ari’s victory.

Oh, Ari. I'm yours. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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macatt4c · 2 months

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and so we meet again (chp. 1)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Relationship: Mizu/Original Female Character

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Childhood Friends, Bisexual Mizu, Second Chances, Abijah Fowler is Mizu's Father, Fluff and Angst, Past Mizu/Mikio

Word Count: 1,921

-> [AO3 LINK] <-

If there was a journalist tasked with studying the daily life of Mizu Nanase, they would quickly lose interest and beg their boss for a different job.

At least, that’s what Mizu believes would happen.

If you were to ask the blue-eyed Tokyo resident, she would tell you that her life was as far from interesting as it can get; she had few friends, rarely went out at night, and kept a strict workout regimen. While other 24-year-old women in the city would be out clubbing and meeting men, Mizu was in bed by nine o’clock and woke just before dawn every day to go for her daily run before work. She was an average salary-woman with an average office job, working her average nine-to-five shift before heading straight home to the two-bedroom apartment she shared with her roommate, a sweet college student named Kinuyo. To any outside perspective, this life seemed lonely, and it was, but Mizu wouldn’t admit it. She had spent many years convincing herself that she could find comfort and contentment in solitude, to keep a minimal life and focus on maintaining what she had in the current time instead of trying to cultivate relationships that would ultimately fall apart.

This mindset was more than understandable for someone who had the track record of relationships that she did.

It was an average Friday night for the blue-eyed woman when it happened. She had been thoughtlessly switching through television channels, dressed in lounge pants with a convenience store beer in her other hand, when she felt the vibration of her phone from where it sat on the couch cushion beside her. Mizu paused her channel-surfing on some Western history documentary before glancing down at the lit-up screen. It was a notification from Instagram, a social media app Mizu really didn’t use but kept at the insistence of her friend Akemi. The pop-up itself wasn’t to indicate a new message or a new post from one of the few accounts she followed, but one of those “you might know this person” messages. Mizu had been getting those more often than direct messages, which spoke volumes to how reclusive she was to the friends she did have rather than the friends she could have. Deciding to humor the app’s algorithm, Mizu picked up her phone and tapped on the notification, allowing the app to open itself. She was expecting this potential acquaintance to be one of Akemi’s exes or even one of the handful of childhood peers who tormented her in middle school, now acting like self-made entrepreneurs or social media models.

But the person Instagram actually did recommend was a shock that was almost enough to make her drop her beer.

The account being displayed on Mizu’s phone screen was that of a blonde Asian woman. Her profile picture was that of what Mizu clocked as the Golden Gate Bridge in California, a key sign that all but confirmed her assumption on the woman. It wasn’t until she scanned the first three photos on the account that her conviction became even stronger.

Blonde hair.

Upturned brown eyes.

A beauty mark just under the left corner of her bottom lip.

Oh, and the name on the account?

Kane Akiyama.

Mizu practically shot herself out of her seat, haphazardly placing her beer on the coffee table, before beginning to pace the room, now scrolling through the rest of the photos on Kane’s account. For an account with less than 500 followers, Kane did seem to post frequently; selfies, candid shots of wherever she was, food pics, group snapshots of her family, even a video here and there of her playing the guitar. With every post Mizu went through, the more and more the feeling of her heart pounding in her throat made her want to vomit or cry or both.

It was her.

It was her Kane.

The last time Mizu Fowler and Kane Akiyama saw each other was a hot August evening. The two girls, barely thirteen at the time, had spent the entire day together, doing anything and everything under the blazing sun. But at that moment, the sun was descending, an indication that their day of fun was coming to a close. But of course, that day was the best and worst day of that summer, as Mizu recollected how Kane cried the entire walk back to their neighborhood. A month prior to that day, Kane had broken the news to Mizu that her family would be moving overseas to America due to her mother getting a job transfer, a piece of news that seemed to break Mizu’s heart in an instant. So that prominent day was the last day the two friends would ever see each other again. After that day, Mizu spent the rest of the summer locked away in her room, refusing to go out or see any of her other friends. She went on to attend high school, something that became so much harder without her best friend to be there at her side. She was ridiculed for her mixed race heritage, shoved into walls and being subjected to desk graffiti and thermoses being emptied on her. It was a miracle she made it to graduation. Maybe she was holding onto the hope that she would one day be reunited with Kane?

Well, it sure seemed like it now.

A feeling of hesitance came over Mizu as her thumb hovered over the ‘follow’ button. Should she do it? It would be good to reconnect with someone she once held so dear and close to her heart. Kane was her closest friend for a long time before she moved away. What if America changed her? Well, it had been eleven years since they last saw each other, it would make sense that Kane wasn’t the same from middle school. But how much has America changed her? Did it change her for the worse? Was she a bad person and nothing like the girl Mizu once knew? Did she even want to reconnect? But if she did, how would Mizu know until she reached out?

Suddenly, her phone began to vibrate as an incoming call was displayed on the screen. The familiar face of Akemi took the place of Kane’s Instagram account. Akemi Tokunobu was a girl from a wealthy family back in Mizu’s hometown of Kyoto. The two women met three years prior, through Taigen, an old classmate of Mizu’s who had been pursuing Akemi behind her family’s back. Miu first found Akemi spoiled and arrogant, but over time the two of them became rather close. Akemi was the only other female friend (besides Kinuyo) Mizu has made since Kane left that fateful summer and it wasn’t long into the friendship that the two of them formed a bond closer to sisters than just friends. If there was one person Mizu tried to keep in constant contact with, it was Akemi.

It didn’t take long for Mizu to accept the call and raise the phone to her ear. “Akemi?”

“Hey, Mizu!” The cheery sound of Akemi’s voice came over the speaker. “Look, I know you said you aren’t really a club girl, but there is this one cocktail bar that opened in Kabukicho and I think you’d really like it. I took Taigen last weekend and-”

“I found her.” Mizu blurted out, cutting Akemi off completely.

There was a pause before Akemi spoke again. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I found her.” Mizu repeated. “Kane. My old friend from school.”

“The blonde girl you were in love with?”

Mizu’s face turned an instant red at the question. “She was my friend, Akemi.”

“Yes, your friend that you pinned for pathetically.”

“Akemi.”

“Sorry, sorry. So you found her. Is she in town or…?”

“No, I found her Instagram account. The app suggested it to me, believe it or not.”

“Huh.”

“What do you mean, ‘huh’?”

“Well, maybe Instagram realized that you have literally no social life and decided to reconnect you with the last person you were happiest with?”

Now Mizu’s face had to be the color of a cherry. “Are you bullying me?”

“Oh, absolutely. We haven’t talked for a hot minute so I have to make up for lost time.”

“Real funny, Akemi.”

“I try my best.”

Mizu let out a groan of frustration. “Anyways, I found her account. Should I follow her?”

“Do you not want to follow her?”

“I mean… I would like to reconnect with her.”

“Okay, so follow her and send her a message.”

“Wouldn’t that be too much?”

“....you just said you wanted to reconnect with her.”

“Yes, I do.”

“How else would you be able to reconnect with her, Mizu?”

Mizu paused, thinking for a few moments. “I… I think I still have her mother’s email address.”

“You have her mom’s email? My god, are you twenty-four or fifty-four? Who sends emails anymore?”

“Okay, okay!” Mizu exclaimed. “I won’t send her mom an email. I should send her a message?”

“Yes, and make sure you tell her who you are and that you want to reconnect. Nothing too lengthy, just short and to the point.”

“Alright.”

“And I know you don’t use Instagram, so if she wants to reconnect, make sure to give her a social media account you do use. Or at least your username on WhatsApp.”

“Yeah, alright. Okay, I can do that.”

“Okay, cool. So, I take it you don’t want to go out tonight?”

“Not really, no.”

“Well, while I’m still in town, do you want to at least get something to eat near your place?”

“Yeah… Yeah, that would be fine.”

“Wonderful. I’ll be at your building in ten minutes. Please don’t come down in your pajamas this time, okay?”

Mizu huffed. “It’s just dinner between friends, Kemi.”

“Yes, but it’s dinner with me. You need to be presentable in case anyone sees me and snaps a picture. Don’t need to have any dating speculations between us.”

“Right, you already have enough of those with Taigen.”

“Very funny, Mizu. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Yeah, sounds good. Bye.”

As soon as the call ended, the sight of Kane’s Instagram account returned on screen. Once again, Mizu found herself hesitating. Akemi was right, though. How else was she supposed to reconnect with someone if she didn’t reach out to them? And if Kane didn’t want to reconnect, she would ignore the message or simply say so. There was no harm in this.

And so, after taking a deep breath to center her nerves, Mizu tapped the ‘follow’ button.

She then tapped the ‘message’ button and, after a few minutes of typing and deleting and typing again, she came up with a good enough sounding message;

Hello Kane. You may not remember me, but I am Mizu Fowler. We went to middle school together and were best friends for a while before you moved to America. I came across your account thanks to Instagram’s suggestion and I thought it would be great if we reconnected. If you do not wish to, I completely understand. I hope that you are healthy and happy, wherever you are.

After rereading it a couple of times, Mizu finally tapped the arrow button, sending the message. She then immediately locked her phone and placed it on the kitchen counter so she could start getting ready for her dinner plans with Akemi. It was another seven minutes before the phone vibrated, this time with a message displayed on the screen:

Holy shit.

#ao3 crosspost #fanfic #fanfiction #oc fanfiction #oc insert #bes oc #blue eye samurai oc #oc x canon #mizu x oc #blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu #bes mizu x oc #macthedrag0n #ao3 fanfic #ao3

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lovelynim · 7 months

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Thank you!

Today I woke up to a couple of notifications telling me about new followers. With my curiosity aroused, I decided to check my current count and it seems we jumped from 500 - as stated in the last milestone event - to f*cking 800!

I don't know how I can turn my feelings into words, but I think a good way to describe it is that I'm shocked. And grateful. Extremely grateful.

For now, I don't plan to open requests or do an event because of how full my hands are with TickleTober aaaand some other things, but I couldn't just sit idly and let this one pass unoticed.

So thank you, the one reading this, for being part of my 800 followers count and for supporting me all the way here! <3

#off topic #800 followers

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icy-watch · 6 months

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Hey, everyone!

Wow, there is a LOT of you now. I woke up to nearly 500 notifications — and more came after — this morning from all the likes, reblogs, responses, asks, and new followers. Absolutely thrilling and terrifying. I’m feeling all the love over here. Y’all are so kind.

I’m going to knit for a little bit and then finish responding to notifications and messages and asks.

If all goes according to plan, I’ll be liveblogging a few episodes tonight (2 or 3). I’m thinking in about 2 hours. That should be enough time. Until then!

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tiredmamaissy · 1 year

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Hello, friends

I don't even have words. I woke up to over 500 notifications on this app - immediate happiness. Thank you so much for all the love on 'Insatiable', and honestly for all the love in general. You guys are really the best. Your kind words turn me into MUSH. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Yes, there'll be a part two. And it's coming next:

'Non-Unrequited Love: Special Episode II - Twin Flame'

Some Spoilers:

No, it won't be a foursome. There was a comment that asked this and I agree with the user. I kind of feel like if I have them switch partners it'll be out of character for the storyline(s).

With that being said, there will be some girl x girl / heat x heat action. So, if this makes you uncomfortable probably best not to indulge (don't worry though, more fics are coming)

It's going to be a double POV - a full crossover between 'Non-Unrequited Love x Neteyam's First Rut'.

Meaning, I'll be switching between the POV of Lo'ak's mate (LM), and Neteyam's mate (NM). I'm still ironing out the kinks of how exactly I plan to portray this, but I've come to the decision that both deserve some spot light.

Also:

I did mention at the end of 'insatiable' that I'm burnt out, and I'll be taking two days or so to reset because I feel like I'm stuck in a bubble, just repeating myself (descriptors; nick names; dialogue; etc).

I'll be returning with part II.

I'll be posting info regarding requests sometime today.

That's it guys. I love you. Seriously. AND thank you for being so understanding about everything :')

see you soon,

~issy ♡

#neteyam smut #loak smut #lo'ak smut #avatar smut #neteyams first rut

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jcbbby · 1 year

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Glad I could be here for your 500 followers party! <3

🖕: “Do you not love me anymore?”

🎉JCBBBY'S 500 FOLLOWER PARTY🎉

I'm so glad you're here too bby! thank you so much for sending in a prompt to celebrate with me! <3 - "Do you not love me anymore?" Warnings: none! Genre: angst note: I am so sorry about this, I'll pay for your therapy bills. -

You sighed, staring at the empty place setting as you pushed your food around on your plate. Jamie had said he'd be home for dinner tonight, but for the third night in a row since he'd been back from the press tour, you sat alone, glancing at the time. It was already 8:30pm, and you hadn't hear from in in hours. You pulled out your phone, frowning at the sight of no notifications, but opened your text messages to send one to Jamie.

Hey babe, thought you'd be home for dinner. Made your favorite. It's in the fridge. I'm going to bed. xo

You clicked your phone off, and got up to neatly put the leftovers of dinner away in the fridge. You washed up the dishes and wiped down the counter before grabbing your phone and heading up to your bedroom. As you slipped into bed, you checked your phone one last time, this time a text from Jamie on your lock screen.

Hey love, I'm so sorry. Got caught up in the studio with a new idea. I'll be in late. Thank you for cooking, you're the best. Love you! x

You sighed again, placing your phone down on the night stand. As you laid in the darkness, alone again, you felt the thoughts creep up again. The thoughts that maybe you two were growing apart, that the spark just wasn't there anymore. He was never home lately, be it for work or with friends, you had been bickering over stupid things more recently, and sometimes it felt like you weren't even in the same room, let alone in a relationship. You loved Jamie, but there was just always a feeling of something missing lately, and whatever it was was making you unhappy.

The thought of breaking things off was Jamie made your stomach knot, but you felt like you were being weighed down by dragging this relationship out. You rolled over, staring at Jamie's side of the bed. It was as if each second passing that he wasn't there for drove the wedge even deeper between you. You squeeze your eyes shut, to beat the tears. Tomorrow you'd do it, like a band aid. You'd suggest that you go your separate ways.

You woke up to the smell of coffee and maple syrup. Jamie's side of the bed was disheveled, a sign that he had come home to sleep next to you at least. You got up from bed, quietly making your way downstairs and into the kitchen. The sight that greeted you was Jamie, in an apron, flipping pancakes at the stove, a rag hung over his shoulder. He heard your foot steps across the linoleum and turned his head, smiling as his eyes laid on you.

"Good morning, darling!" His warm voice chimed.

"Good morning... making breakfast?" You smiled slightly back, leaning against the fridge.

He turned back to the stove. "Well, I figure you made dinner last night. Breakfast is on me." He added the pancakes from the pan to a stack on a plate beside him.

He picked the plate up, bringing it over to place on the eat-in kitchen's countertop. He patted a barstool, signaling for you to sit there. Along with the pancakes on the counter, there was orange juice, sliced strawberries, and a pot of coffee next to two mugs. You went and sat where he had patted. He took off his apron, placing it along with the rag on the counter by the sink before coming around to take a seat next to you. It had to be now, or else you never would.

"Go on, then." He nudged you as he reached a fork towards the stack of pancakes.

"Jamie..." You whispered, staring at the pancakes, feeling like your heart could break in two.

"I tried a new recipe and I think they came out fluffier." He continued, grabbing a spoonful of strawberries.

"Jamie." You turned to him.

"Hmm?" He paused, turning to you.

"I...I think we should break up." The words fell from your mouth as if you couldn't keep them in anymore.

Jamie's face fell, his fork dropping on to his plat with a clink. "You what?"

You took a deep breath. "It's just...we never seem to be on the same wavelength anymore. I mean, can you remember the last time we went on a trip together? The last time we were together for more than a few hours at a time, despite living together?"

He shook his head. "No, it's just we've both been busy. It's just been a hectic last few months."

You let out a huff. "Jamie, it's been more than that... I just feel like for the last year we've been living separate lives. I think..." You felt your eyes stinging again, and glanced down to your lap. "I think it's time we go separate ways."

"Do...do you not love me anymore?" Jamie's voice shook.

You quickly looked up, his eyes also welling with tears. "Of course I do. I love you, Jamie." You grabbed one of his hands tightly. "I just...I don't think we're in love anymore."

Jamie took your other hand in his, holding them tightly, resting on his lap. "Darling...darling, please. If this is something I've made you feel, or-or if I haven't been a good boyfriend-"

You shook your head, letting the tears breach your eyes. "No, no Jamie. You've been wonderful. I mean, you made pancakes." You smiled, causing him to chuckle. "But-"

He cut you off. "Sweetheart, you make me so happy, you know that right?"

You nodded. "And you've made me so happy..."

Jamie's face fell again. "...but...?" He asked, knowing the answer.

"But...I haven't been happy lately...and I think we should just...be on our own for a while." The last word of your sentence dipped into a whimper as you buried your face in your hands.

Jamie leaned over you, taking you into a hug as you both wept together. You quietly muttered that you were sorry as you sobbed, as he whispered that it was okay. Even when you were breaking up with him, he was still the kindest soul. You felt him lean the other way, looking over to see him grabbing a napkin, which he handed to you.

"Thanks..." You rasped quietly.

He smiled gently, before taking a deep breath. "I...I guess I have been feeling how you've been feeling too." He sniffled. "I just was too afraid to talk about it."

"Yeah..me too. I didn't want to hurt you."

He shrugged. "I'm sorry you've been unhappy."

You nodded. "Me too." You looked down to Jamie's hand, lightly taking it in yours as it hung between you, giving it a light squeeze. "But thank you for the happy times." Your voice cracked.

He smiled sheepishly, eyes filling again. "I'll never forget them."

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