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{Confess Your Lust} Azriel x Reader

You all can thank @riddlesb1tch for this. I have no regrets. It's just pure filth, but I know my whores like this 🥰 Rose this is all for you so you're the only one I care about liking it. Hope you all enjoy, title is from this song. highly suggest listening to while reading btw

Word Count: 4,682

Warnings: SMUT. Minor Dom/Sub concepts, bondage, degrading, teasing, orgasm delay/denial, overstimulation, Az is your pretty little good boy and you're gonna let him know ;)

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Summary: Azriel requested a very special birthday present. And who were you to tell him no.

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“Cassian, as long as I’ve known you, you’ve gotten me a dagger for my birthday.”

“Yup,” he grins.

“You know it’ll never suffice to Truth Teller, right?”

“An Illyrian can hope,” Cassian sighs, a relaxed smile on his face. “I know they all go in a drawer at the bottom of your dresser.”

Azriel rolls his eyes, but thanks his brother anyway. He appreciates them, but they hold no candle to the pretty piece of steel sat on his thigh.

Mor had gifted him a new pair of boots and a matching belt to go with them. They were of sleek leather, polished so well he could see his distorted reflection in the curve of the toe. He might have to set them aside for a special occasion so he doesn’t ruin them with training and missions.

Rhys and Feyre gifted him a custom made weapons display case. It had racks and shelves for all his favorites, as well as drawers for the ones Cassian constantly gifted. It was complete with a throwing pad on the side to practice different strikes as well as a sharpening stone. He’d never admit to anyone but himself, but it made the back of his throat string.

Amren promised him a night out at Rita’s, and coming from her it was quite generous.

Buy my gift… it was something to be shared between my mate and no one else. They didn’t need to know the secret behind the look in my eye. It was waiting at our newly constructed home, just like I promised. Just like he had asked.

“That’s it from us, I don’t see another one here,” Cassian looked around the rubble of discarded bags and decorative paper, not finding any other boxes. “Did Yn already give you hers?”

“No,” I said, sipping my glass of wine. “It’s back at the house. But he already knows what it is.”

“He does?”

“He does?” Azriel furrowed his brows, clearly not remembering the conversation the two of us had several months ago.

Azriel sauntered into the dining hall, hands fisted at his sides, wings tucked in close. “Can I talk to you?”

The sudden spring of worry in his eyes made me put down my book, following him to a nearby couch to sit on.

“What’s up, my love?” I asked tenderly, locking a piece of hair behind his ear.

“If I asked you to do something for me- to me… would you?”

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean, Az,” I cocked my head to the side, getting a better look at his eyes. Those wicked shadows blocked some of his tan skin, so I gently nudged them out of the way.

“I umm- I was thinking that we might change some things up. I’ve had a lot of thoughts about these things and I want them. And I want to see if you could want them too.”

“Okay,” I nodded, waiting for a response.

“I want to try using some toys. On me.”

Well, that is not where I thought this was going to go at all. Utterly shocked, but not opposed to the idea, I asked him to elaborate. And by the Cauldron did he. He went into detail of what he wanted, why he wanted it, how he wanted it… it sounded like a dream come true.

“I’m so happy you told me about this. Yes, I’d be more than happy to fulfill these fantasies with you,” I smiled eagerly. “I promise I’ll make it special for you. Just like you did for me.”

Azriel still didn’t seem to get it, so I flashed a mental image down the bond, watching his brows unfurrow and raise up his face. It was almost ridiculous how far they went up. Nobody else said anything as they watched the interaction.

“Oh.”

“Oh… what? What did she get you?” Rhys prodded his brother, Azriel not breaking our eye contact. I just smirked, winking in his direction before turning back to the wine. Mor spared me a curious glance, but I gave away no details. The others didn’t need to know what happened behind those closed doors.

“Just something to play with later,” Azriel swallowed, throat working down and then back up. Only I would be able to note the change in his scent. “Time for pastries?”

I giggled as he deflected the question and moved onto another topic. It was another hour or so before anyone made a move to leave, but as soon as Cassian rolled out, his hands were all over me.

“Are you being serious?” His hands were cupping my cheeks, a desperate plea to his voice.

“Of course, my shadow. Go on up, get yourself ready. I’ll be up in a little bit, okay? Send word when you’re ready,” I instruct, moving out of his reach to begin cleaning up some of the mess left behind from the small party.

“Won’t you come do it for me?” His strong arms wrapped around me, the soft scent of his wings wafting in the air. “I could really use your help.”

“I thought you wanted me to take control?”

“I do, that’s why I-”

“Didn’t I give you an order?”

“Y-Yes, I just wanted-”

“Then go. Don’t make me ask again, Azriel.”

“Yes my lady,” he obediently replied. I watched him go up the stairs, shadows lingering behind before darting after him. Once I heard the door click softly shut, I continued my work around the living area and the kitchen. I didn’t have any desire to be cleaning, I just needed to build up some tension. For this to work as he wanted to, I needed to do the unpredictable. Which would be really fucking difficult since he is basically progammed to know every turn and corner.

I threw out trash, packed dishes in the sink, scrubbed them clean and put them away. About five minutes ago he sent a shadow curling my way, enticing me up towards the play room. I ignored the urgency of the call, deciding I’ll go when I want to. And he’s just going to have to wait.

Azriel isn’t the most patient creature in this world, that’s for damn sure.

Making him wait this long would be torture.

Precisely how I wanted it to be.

Finally, after another ten-ish minutes of stalling, I make my way upstairs. Purposefully being as loud as I can without stomping up the stairs. My heels click gently across the hard stone. As I near the door, I am hit with a wave of arousal coming from the room. It’s thick and tastes devine on the back of my tongue.

The sight of him sitting in the chair, wings facing me, arms ready and waiting behind his back is a marvelous sight. I can’t help but smile. He looks so pretty.

“I thought you forgot about me,” Azriel said, a smirk in his tone. “Is it time for my present yet?”

“So impatient, all of you Illyrians,” I snorted, rolling my eyes as I made my way to the wall in front of him. Hung up, there were various toys and playthings. All could be used for pleasure or pain, depending on the mood. “You’ll get it when I say you do. Give me your wrists.”

I held the bundle of rope between my palms, stalking back over to Azriel in his chair. As I pass around to where his hands are locked behind his back, I make sure to tell him he’s allowed to safeword if and whenever he needs to.

“I know, my love, thank you. I know you’ll take care of me,” he smiles gently, offering his lips.

“You asked to be overwhelmed, so I’m not going to stop unless you give me the word. I want you begging me to stop, remember? You’ll sound so pathetic and pretty when you whimper,” I smiled sickly sweet, pecking his lips with my own. “Ready?”

He gave a firm nod, hazel eyes locking on my body as I pulled away.

Back at the wall, I open the drawer in the chest, finding those two boxes I hid away weeks ago. How he never found them, I’ll never know, but I’m so glad. One was a vibrating cuff. The other was a dildo.

After taking them out of the box and sanitizing them, I left them there for Az to see, but not to use yet. No, I wanted the anticipation to do the work for me. Rather than giving him what he wanted, I made my way over to him and trailed my fingers around his frame.

Every flick of my finger sent goosebumps slithering across his skin. Up his neck… down his arms. That sensitive place between his wings twitched as I trailed through it, delicately applying pressure on the muscle.

“Fuck, baby you… you can’t tease me like that.”

“I think I can do whatever I want,” I replied. “You are tied up at my mercy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Good boy,” I smiled, threading my fingers through his thick hair, latching onto his scalp. I pulled to the side, watching his body move with the force. His chest rose and fell, I could feel his heartbeat down the bond. Wicked. Powerful. Anticipating my next move.

I slid into his lap, feeling just how much he needed me through his pants. I leaned just far enough away that he couldn't capture my mouth with his. He tried twice to kiss me, but each time I leaned away, a sick smile on my lips.

Azriel scoffed, “I just wanted a kiss.”

“I know you do, but I didn’t give you permission, did I?” I mocked, leaning in closer and closer. “Your pleasure belongs to me tonight. I decide when you get what you’ve earned. And all you’ve done so far is complain that I haven’t given you anything. That’s not how good boys behave is it?”

I can see the fire in his eyes, those two sides of his personality fighting each other head on. This desire inside him to be taken care of, to be set free by my control versus that blistering need to be in control of everything.

I’ll break him free with my bare hands if I have to.

“Don’t be shy, my shadow. You can say it, it’s okay. No one can hear you besides me. Unless you want everyone to know just how much you need me.”

“I’ll behave,” he recites quickly. “Please.”

“Look at you, begging for it already,” I smirked, standing up from my place in his lap. He groans, cock clearly straining against the fabric covering his legs.

I circle him. Like a predator to its prey. “You look so pretty tied up, my shadow.”

“When I asked you to play with me, I didn’t expect to be tortured.”

“Tortured?” I spun around to see his hazy eyes. “Oh, my sweet love, I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already begging? Don’t be so pathetic, Azriel. You can take more, can’t you?” I nodded his head for him, fingers fisted in his hair. “Yes you can, good boy.”

I quickly walked around to see his pink cheeks, heated with humiliation. I had no intention of going easy on him the first time.

In a swift motion, I sheathed the blade at his thigh, cutting away his pants, leaving him just in his undershorts. He gasped, eyes going wide as roughly pulled them down his hips. “Y-Yn what are you-”

“Quiet,” I demanded.

Azriel shut his mouth, panting heavily as I fisted his cock in my hand. His head tipped back in pleasure, and I almost let myself enjoy it for a second before I ripped my hand away. Those fierce hazel eyes were back on mine in an instant, silently begging for more. He made a wounded sound when I walked away, grabbing the vibrating cuff from the dresser.

“Let’s play a game, okay? I put this on, and you aren’t going to cum. If you take it like the good boy I know you are, then I’ll give you something else to play with. If you cum… well, you’re just not going to stop.”

Azriel looks genuinely afraid. Like I might break him if I go through with this. I’ve never wanted to break something so badly just to put it back together again.

I kneel in front of him, spreading his knees apart. I can see the generous amount of gel he’s used to work himself open for later. His body is glowing, vibrating with tension. I spit on his dick, enjoying the sight of him flinching as it hits his hot skin.

Being extra agonizing, I blow some cool air on his tip to really watch him jump. I giggle, sliding the cuff over his length. The pale blue color is a stark contrast to his bright red skin. There is a button near the bass to turn it on and to switch the intensity. The gentle purr of the toy comes to life with a quick tap, and Azriel damn near falls out of the chair.

“Relax,” I say, forcing his knees down. I looked up at him, chest unmoving as he held his breath. “Breath Azriel.”

“I- I can-can’t,” he chokes. “Fuck Yn, it’s too much.”

“It’s only on the first setting, you’ll get used to it. In thirty seconds I’m going to put it on the next setting,” I warn, watching the way his body quivers slightly.

My mates eyes are slammed shut, teeth clenched together. His cock gently pulses with the vibe, slick trickling down his shaft in a steady stream. To be a little extra mean, I run my tongue up the length.

“Oh gods Yn…” he pleads, head tossed back. His chest is on display, perfectly cut muscles constricting with every breath.

“You’re being so good, Azriel,” I praise, relishing in the way his body relaxes into the words. “Just a little longer.”

I stand, walking to the corner of the room to the closet. I quietly wheel out the next part of his surprise, setting them aside for when I need them. When I come back, I notice the sheen of sweat lining his chest and torso. It glimmers in the low light, catching at all the right angles.

I stroke my hands up and down his shoulders, working the tense muscles. He relaxes into my body and I travel further. Over his chest, over his abs, down his thighs. When I reach his cock, I press the next button and turn up the intensity.

Az growls. In a way I’ve never heard him before. He curls in on himself, kicking his feet against the floor.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it, Azriel. I know you want to be my good boy and take your birthday present so well. You’re gonna take it until I tell you you’ve had enough.”

“It feels so good,” he moans. His thighs are shaking, his cock flushed almost purple. “M-More.”

“And now you’re begging for it? Gods, Az you are so easy for me. I’m sure if you'd found this before tonight, I would’ve caught you with it, huh? So fucking desperate.” I can’t help but tease him, he makes it so easy. And he is being so good for me, why not give him what he wants? “You asked for more, Azriel.”

I click it up another notch, watching the way it sends shock waves through the muscles in his thighs and abs. He’s open-mouth panting now, unable to take a breath without whining. He starts shaking his head back and forth, eyes blinking rapidly.

“You’re not allowed to cum, Azriel. I didn’t give you permission.”

My reminder makes him sob. “Please, please Yn. Fucking please let me cum. Fuck I-I can’t- Yn I can’t-”

“You’re going to,” I demand, pushing the hair out of his face. “Because I told you to. You wanna make me happy, right? I won’t be happy if you cum. You don’t wanna disappoint me, do you?”

He shakes his head no rapidly, sweat dripping down his face.

“Then don’t cum. It’s not that hard.”

Azriel cries out, the noise coming deep within his chest. He tries to cross his legs to relieve the pressure, but I force them to stay open. He shakes and writhes, wings slanted behind his back in a mess of shadows. He cannot sit still, but I don’t reprimand him for it.

The room is filled with the sound of his harsh breathing and the hum of the vibrator. It’s filled with the scent of his sweat and breath.

“Yn- Yn turn it off.”

“No.”

He curses, a colorful menagerie falling from his wet lips. “Please please please please please please.”

The sound of him begging, truly begging, makes me grin in a sinister way. This is exactly how I wanted him. A whimpering, desperate mess for me to play with.

I turn it off.

Azriel blows out a breath, body still writhing. His cock stands tall, a deep shade of maroon. I know one flick of my tongue would send him over the edge. And having that kind of power over him feels incredible.

After letting him rest for a second, I decide it’s time for some real fun. I pluck the dildo off the dresser and stand in front of Azriel, waiting for him to look up at me. When those hazel eyes meet mine, they’re glassy and full of pleasure. Almost too much. He looks drunk with his cheeks so rosy and ears flaming red. He looks so adorable all fucked out like this.

“Stand,” I commanded, watching the words register on his face.

His knees tremble, but he manages, stretching his taught legs. The sight of him shaking so vividly would normally scare me. But right now it's… it's beautiful. I made him this way, and this ache between my legs couldn't be stronger.

The cup on the end suctions to the metal chair when I place the dildo down. “Sit.”

“Yn-”

“Sit,” I snapped, eyes hardening. Azriel swallowed, looking from me to the chair and back. “Don’t make me ask again. I told you to sit. So sit down. Now.”

He turned back around, standing above the chair. Slowly, incredibly slowly, he lowered himself to the chair. His arms were bulging against the ropes, veins running along his biceps throbbing with his pulse. But he sits. All the way down.

With a proud smile, I drink in the way he sits. It's so rigid. His chest barely moves with his quick breaths. His eyes are screwed shut.

“Azriel,” I taunt, my voice sickly sweet. “What's got you breathing so hard, hmm? Are you in too much pleasure? Does it feel too good?”

His mouth gapes open, but he doesn’t say anything.

“You’re at a loss for words with how good you feel. So fucking pathetic, completely fucked out the first time you’re taking a toy?” I click on the vibrator again, starting at level two. He thrashes, then grunts, tossing his head back. “You can take it. You’ve been such a good boy. You’ve been pleasing me so much, Azriel, did you know that? You’re making me so happy. Keep being a good boy and I’ll let you cum.”

“Yn…” he breathed, head falling back to meet my eyes.

“What do you need, my shadow? More? You want more?” He shakes his head no, but remains silent. “You can do better than a pitiful shake of your head. Tell me what you want, Azriel.”

“Yn… Yn…” he chants, my name a plea of desperation. It's airy and full of need.

“That’s it, baby. Tell me what you need, I promise I’ll give it to you.”

With bleary eyes, he looks at me. “Please let me cum.”

The words are broken and a little slurred, but he told me what he needed. So I’ll give it to him.

“Such a good boy, Azriel. Telling me how much you need to cum. I’ll make sure you do, baby. Just keep taking it for me. You’re doing soooo good.”

I kept talking to him, praising him for how good he’s taking everything I’ve given him. Azriel is babbling and pleading like a total whore. While he drones on and on, I wheel out the surprise I set in the corner. Three long, vertical mirrors are set around him so he can see every angle of his perfect body.

So he can watch himself come undone without me even touching him.

“Azriel, look at me baby,” I commanded. He settles his gaze on me, then the mirrors. “Don’t you think you look so pretty?”

The way his body slumps in the chair sent chills down my spine. He spread his legs, admitting the cuff constricting his cock. Azriel pushes on his toes lightly, bobbing up and down on the dildo. “Fuck I- Yn I look so…so-”

“I want you to keep your eyes locked on the mirror. Don’t look at anything but yourself. This is all for you, take it all in, my shadow. Enjoy watching yourself fall apart for me.”

Azriel nodded.

I circled him slowly, amused at how… delicate he looked despite the harsh reality of his current fate. He was tied up, more vulnerable than ever. And yet he looked so sweet and simple. And devastatingly ruined.

At the first touch to the leathery material of his wings, Azriel jumped. He shouted and swore.

“Relax, Azriel.”

“I can’t handle it when you touch my wings, Yn. I’m not gonna be able to hold on,” Az pleads. I touch him again in the same spot. He shudders and grits his teeth. “Yn please.”

“Eyes on yourself, Azriel.”

With a deep, controlled breath, he pulls his eyes back to the mirrors. As I touch and explore the most sensitive parts of him, he twitches in every direction, effectively screwing himself further on the dildo. I take the curve of my nail and trace a vein running in his wing. Fibers in his muscles seize.

In the mirror, I can see the cuff working nicely. His chest is coated in sweat and it takes all my strength to not run my tongue from the tip of his cock to the base of his throat. Instead, I continue to tease his wings.

Azriel has this one specific spot right at the base of his wing that drives him insane. The moment I begin to move my hand, he begins to moan uncontrollably. He begs and whines and begs again for me to make him come.

“Are you watching yourself, baby?” I ask, locking eyes with him in the mirror. When he nods, eyes cast down at his body, I stroke his wing. Twice. And tears spill down his face.

“F-Fuck Yn I need to cum. I need to cum, fuck PLEASE let me cum please please please,” Azriel chants like I’m a long forgotten god. As if I would be able to grant all his wishes and desires. And it fills me with a fire I’ve never felt before.

“You’ve been such a good boy, Azriel. Go ahead. You can cum, let go.”

The second I gave him permission, he came. His whole body convulsed with the force. His legs and torso shivered, ecstasy pouring out of him with every whine and curse.

“Fuuuucccckkkkk,” he mewls, watching his cum slide down his cock, spreading over his thighs. The cuff keeps vibrating, drawing out his pleasure. “Turn it off turn it off turn it off-”

“Don’t you wanna see how far you can go? You look so pretty when you cum, I could keep watching you forever, my dear. Why don’t you do it again, okay? You’ve earned it, go ahead and cum for me, just once more.”

His whole body is flush, the same beautiful color as his aching cock. He strains against the ropes and for a minute I think he’s going to break free. But he falls slack, a steady wave of whimpers as the cuff continues to drain him. The flow of it never stops.

After a few more seconds to enjoy the show for myself, I turn off the vibrator. I gently slide it off, the majority of his seed landing on my fingers. I make a bog show of licking it off for him.

Azriel is lost in his mind somewhere when I begin to undo the ropes. I massage his shoulders, working blood back into his extremities.

“You did such an amazing job, my love. I am so proud of you, I hope you had as good of a time as I did.”

Azriel stayed quiet, but he nodded his head, gulping down air. He was shaking, but judging by the way the bond felt, he felt nothing but euphoria. I had done exactly what I was asked, and he loved it.

While I kneaded his shoulders, kissing up and down his back, he recovered. While I was strong, I wasn’t strong enough to lift a fully grown Illyrian warrior and carry him to the bathroom. Currently, he’s in no condition to move under his own volition, so we’ll take our time until his strength is restored.

“I love you so much, Az. My beautiful, strong mate. You did such a good job, such a good boy for me.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, a lazy smile on his lips. “Love being your good boy.”

“You are, you did so fucking good Azriel. It was so hot watching you cum like that,” I smiled, kissing his forehead, then his lips when he pursed them to me. “Feeling good enough to get to the bathroom? The tub is waiting, ready for you.”

My mate nodded, “Only if you’ll come in with me.”

Giggling, I slung his arm over my shoulder. “Of course I will. Stand up slowly, take your time. I’ve got you.”

With a few hisses as he stood up off the chair, wings splaying out to help him keep his balance, I guided him to the bathroom. He could stand just… not super well. We stumbled, but made it to the tub in one piece. I left him to climb in as I stripped, adding some salts to the bath.

“I don’t care about that, just get in, my love.”

Illyrians, not known for their extended patience, but they are known for their incredible brutality and bravery.

As well as their wingspans.

Before he could yank me in with my clothes on, I swept them away with a flick of my hand and climbed in. Azriel guided me to sit in his lap, face to face. His warm, scar-flecked hands caressed my body. It wasn’t in a particularly sexual manner, but I was far too turned on to not let a whimper slip. But he didn’t smirk or crack a teasing joke, he just continued to roam my body.

It seemed to calm him, the edges of ecstasy fading away from the bond one strand at a time. His heart rate slowed and that glaze over his eyes faded away.

“Feeling okay?” I asked, stroking my hands up and around the tattoos on his shoulders and chest.

“Mhmm,” he nodded. “Just… wow. My body feels so tingly.”

“Now you know how I feel when you make me cum multiple times.”

Azriel smiled, sending my heart tumbling in my chest. “Guess I should be a bit more gracious with you, shouldn’t I? Considering now you have what you need to retaliate.”

“I think you’d like it if I retaliated,” I grin. “I’m glad you had a good time.”

“Good time? I’ve never felt so satisfied in my whole life. Thank you for giving me that experience.”

I smiled so wide it hurt. “Of course, my shadow. But the next time you want to have a ‘new experience’, don’t hesitate to wait so long to tell me.”

“I promise,” Azriel whispers, cupping both sides of my face with his hands. Our foreheads lean in together. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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Jealous Alejandro kidnaps Valeria's girlfriend to be interrogated by the 141 (2k words, part 1)

Summary: Inspired by one of my headcanons for Valeria. Valeria has gifted you a whole wing in her massive residence in Las Almas. Alejandro infiltrates the mansion to gather intel and finds you, Valeria's girlfriend. You are kidnapped by Alejandro and interrogated by the 141 on Valeria and her whereabouts. Got a bit carried away and will make a part 2! Link to fanfic on A03

Notes: Sorry for butchering Mexican Spanish, I Google-translated everything! Also tagging @lesvii in case u wanted to read it! TW: mentions of cheating, toxic Alejandro, threat of violence.

It was another beautiful night for you at the rich luxurious mansion of your girlfriend Valeria Garza, the infamous cartel mogul of Las Almas and Latin America. In the lowest basements of the estate sat enemies, tied on their chairs and ruthlessly interrogated by Valeria's henchmen. Blood stains littered the floor, the moans of these victims muffled by the layers of concrete that stood between them and the world above the surface. And much further above, on a secluded and spoiled part of the estate, you stretched lazily on a golden bathtub filled with hot water and bubbles, feeling the dolphin-shaped taps that winked at you with diamond eyes as you played around with the water. Your bathroom was filled with the scent of lavender and honey and you enjoyed another night of hard-earned relaxation. It wasn't easy being this loved and spoiled, but someone had to do it! Sure, Valeria had a prominently dark side that demanded constant attention, and could be a handful to love. Valeria needed three warm homemade meals every day, love each morning and night and a massage break during her siesta, and you met all of her wishes. In return, Valeria loved you hard and expensively.

Today was an especially tough day because Valeria needed to leave for a business trip.

"It's just three days, okay mi amor? I'll be back before you know it," she fussed over you at her doorstep, one of the few times she'd let you be seen by her henchmen. Ever since you were moved into Valeria's residence, she had scarcely left your side. And now here she was, needing to leave for some kind of business meeting that she refused to elaborate on. You knew it must've been important because you would hear various personnel discuss it carelessly when they thought you weren't listening from your balcony. And it must've been very important if it meant keeping her away from you for days. "But what about morning cuddles?" You sulked and held on to her shirt with the tip of your fingers. It was a bit self-indulgent and dramatic, but you really were going to miss her, and Valeria loved to feel needed anyway, so such pathetic displays were more than welcome. "I'll call you whenever I can, okay? Now give me a kiss."

And that's how you ended up having to amuse yourself for several days.

And that's when Alejandro decided to infiltrate the Las Almas residence.

You were soaking in the warm water, completely oblivious to the fact that your girlfriend's ex-lover was eyeing the residence for a vulnerable entry point. As you lathered your body in oils and creams, he was butchering the guards and dumping their bodies behind the bushes. As you sat on your Queen sized bed ready to rest for the night, he stood behind the door, listening. Alejandro had guessed that this must be Valeria's private area of the mansion because it was significantly nicer than the rest, and that said something. Whereas the rest of the mansion looked like it came from a luxury housekeeping catalogue, this part was more...personal. It had a personal touch to it, a woman's touch. And he knew Valeria had no interest in interior decoration. He passed hallways with floral and sensual pieces of art, past vases with carefully arranged flowers that probably had a deeper significance than he realised. Past a fully stocked kitchen with something freshly cooked on the stove, past a well-used sitting area decorated with pictures of two women smiling at the camera. Jealousy tugged at his heart at these displays of domesticity. He pulled a spy cam cord from his pocket and slid it underneath the door. And there on the bed, amid fluffy cushions and blankets, sat you.

And he remembered exactly who you were.

"Hermano, all good in there?" Soap's voice came through in his earpiece, jolting Alejandro from his revenge fantasy. "Si, be out in five," he whispered and pulled the camera back. It'd be more efficient to knock on the door and wait to take you with chloroform, but he could bet on his life that you were not part of the cartel. This was very much a regular civilian woman, a little trophy wife. And trophy wives can't fight off military personnel. Alejandro rammed through the door and lunged for you before you even had a moment to turn around. Having tucked yourself in your blankets, you had no time to even get up before this strange man put his hands on you.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Strange men with various insignias on their uniforms paced around the residence as you were pushed forward and towards the garden. The man was with Mexican Special Forces, that much you could tell. He laughed darkly and tightened his grip on you. "So, big El Sinobre left you behind, eh? Not so big and scary now, are we?" To your horror and surprise, a helicopter was lowering itself to the ground and shone a bright light on you, like you were a criminal. You wanted to protest that you hadn't actually done anything, but you were guilty by association. Another man leaned out of the helicopter and extended his arm to grab you. "That don't look like cartel to me, brother," a slightly Southern American accent decorated his speech as he grabbed your elbow and chucked you in. The Mexican man followed you along with some others. "She's the next best thing after Valeria, trust me. She'll come running to us in no time."

"Hermano, you sure about this? There are different rules for civilians." Another man spoke, a man with a mohawk and the Union Jack flag on his vest. The helicopter started raising itself off the ground and took off to God knows where. You were in your pyjamas still, feeling silly and vulnerable, too afraid to say anything. Valeria always warned people to stay quiet in front of enemies, and you couldn't be blamed for anything you hadn't said. "I'm positive, Hermano. I know how she works. We take something from her, and she'll come looking." The man sat right across from you, his eyes never leaving you. He was tall and dark, around Valeria's age you'd guess, maybe older. There was a menacing look in his eyes, as though he couldn't stand to look at you, yet his dark eyes never left yours. There was something else lurking underneath that you couldn't put your finger on. It was almost like hatred, though you couldn't understand why he'd hate you personally - you'd never seen him before. And yet he spoke of Valeria with such familiarity...it chilled you.

Next thing you knew, you were in some headquarters. Masses of soldiers marched to and from the facility, taking the time to glance your way as the men brought you to one of the warehouses. Amidst the uniformed men with pounds of kit on themselves, you felt naked. Within the warehouse was a metal container that, to your horror, seemed to be your new resting place. You were thrown on a chair and the container sealed shut after them. "She's being surprisingly cooperative so far," the man with the skull mask grumbled as he leaned back with his arms crossed. "Either that or poor thing doesn't speak English," said the American.

"I can speak English," you whispered and nodded to them, the first thing you said so far. "Perfecto." The American clapped his hands and walked towards you. He lowered himself to your level and brought his face menacingly close to yours, so close you could feel his breath on your cheek. "Now, we can do this the nice way. Or we can do this the army way. What will it be, sweetheart?" He stared you down with his blue eyes and you noticed the scar on his cheek; a clean slice on his combat-hardened face. You swallowed hard. "The nice way." He grinned with satisfaction and raised himself. "That's what I like to hear."

The man who kidnapped you stepped forward, towering over you and not bothering to lower himself like the American. "Where's Valeria?" He spat her name out like poison and your heart sank. "I don't kn-," you'd started saying but stopped when you saw how his eyes darkened. "She doesn't tell me anything. She keeps her business separate from me." "And who exactly are you?" The masked man spoke, his deep voice reverberating within the container. The Mexican man scoffed and paced around mumbling to himself. "This should be good." "Alejandro, please." Another man scolded in a whisper. Alejandro glared at him and shook his head, then looked at you with a deep frown that contorted an otherwise handsome face. His eyes, you realised, were looking at your fingers, one of which wore a thick golden band.

"I'm her partner." You resisted the urge to play with your ring, afraid of making any move in front of them. The American laughed loudly, making you jolt in your seat. "A cartel run by a lesbian, eh? Man, I love my job." "She's not a lesbian," Alejandro snapped quickly. The American stood up taller. "My friend, I think you need to cool off." "¡Anímate y díselo!" He yelled at you. "Alright, now hold on. How do you two know each other?" The American demanded as he pointed to you and Alejandro. "I don't know him," you mumbled and shook your head. "Mierda! You know perfectly well who I am." He exploded again. The man with the mohawk and the other Mexican man looked at you wearily, moving a little bit closer to you in light of Alejandro's outbursts. "I'm sorry, I really don't," you said with a wavering voice. That seemed to really set him off. Alejandro charged at you while swearing. "Vete al infierno hija de puta-"

The two men reached forward and drew him away from you. "Alejandro-" "Calm down, Commander." He shook them off then span around and looked at you again, his firsts curled on the handles of his vest. "Okay, go on. Speak." "I already told you she doesn't tell me anything! She doesn't want me to be involved and she doesn't tell me where she goes. I just take care of the house and that's it. And she'll be mighty pissed when she sees I'm gone." You threw your words at him.

"And now, you," the American pointed at Alejandro. "Valeria served in the Mexican Army, same unit but different squads. Until she betrayed us for the cartel. That's how I know her."

Suddenly, you realised who he was. You'd heard whispers about him amongst Valeria's friends. She would frequently be teased about 'moving camps' and being a heartbreaker. One of them even joked about how you were a homewrecking housewife. Valeria made sure you didn't see those people again. You thought it was all part of a big joke, until now. That part of her past, you guessed, must be him.

The American looked at you and you nodded. "Yes, she did that when we first met. But I don't know anything specific, she didn't tell me." The man who called Alejandro 'commander' looked at you closely and he, too, seemed familiar. He was also part of the Mexican Special Forces and seemed to be paired up with Alejandro. He had large, round brown eyes that were not unkind. He spoke up: "I remember her too. Valeria and she met just a bit before Valeria left the Mexican Army." The American looked at you with disdain after that, and the other man continued. "But she's not lying about not knowing Alejandro. Valeria kept her out of our business." You looked at him with relief and he looked away.

"Well we just pulled a heck of an operation to weed this one out, and we're not leaving until we get some answers," said the American man. "And I don't believe for a second that you're entirely clueless. Now you can either start singing or I'm gonna show you the difference between the military and me."

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suddenlybambi · 11 months

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as long as you stay here [2] ♥ kyle broflovski

pairing : kyle broflovski x reader

college AU - 18+

tags : strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, alcohol, afab reader, she/her pronouns, eventual smut

words : 3.1k

chapter 2

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“When you said a dress that shows off my ass, I didn’t expect for it to just be hanging out,” Y/N stood, awkwardly trying to see just how much cheek people could see. Bebe had chosen a dark green velvet dress that didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Just a little bit!” Bebe smiled, wrapping her arms around her friend’s waist from behind and giving her a hug. “Give people a teaser.”

“A teaser for what? When I’m drunk, and the whole thing is on show?”

“Exactly! Now, come on; I need you to help me with my hair.” Bebe led Y/N out of the bedroom and directly into the bathroom while Clyde lounged on their crappy old thrifted couch, flicking through Netflix. He didn’t look at them as they snuck past behind him.

“What? You don’t trust your boyfriend to do it?”

“Yesterday, he thought my curling iron was a dildo.”

“If you’re brave enough, it can be.”

“I’m never leaving you alone with my curling iron again.”

“You never leave me alone with it anyway,” Y/N mumbled as she carefully separated Bebe’s hair to start curling pieces. She knew exactly how Bebe liked her hair on nights out as she was often the one to do it for her in exchange for Bebe bringing her back whatever takeout she drunkenly picked up on the way home at 3am.

“Because you keep on trying to make the perfect grilled cheese with it,” Bebe rolled her eyes. “We have a sandwich press.”

“Correction, Wendy has a sandwich press. She took it with her to Stan’s.”

“So you use my curling iron instead?”

“Only to get those perfect little stripes on it! I use the regular clothes iron for cooking the rest because there is way more surface area. I’m not completely crazy.”

“Our stovetop is next on the list to be repaired when we’ve saved up, right?” Bebe asked as Y/N finished the final little curls that framed her face. Their stovetop had broken a week into living in their apartment, and Y/N wasn’t going to even attempt to mess with it as she did with the plumbing. They had been living on takeout and microwave food. “Then we can use a frying pan like normal people.”

“Or we could buy more curling irons and start a whole production line? Sell the sandwiches, get rich, get bitches, go wild.”

“Are you done in there?” Clyde called out from the other side of the bathroom door.

“We’re almost done!” Bebe shouted back.

“Why are you both in there?”

“We’re having sex!” Y/N answered before Bebe could, trying desperately to hold back her laughter.

“We’re doing our hair and makeup!” Bebe ignored Y/N’s claims, which she was having none of.

“That’s girl code for having sex!” Y/N elaborated, earning a light smack on the arm from Bebe. She opened the door to see a very confused Clyde waiting.

“Ignore her,” Bebe gestured back at Y/N. “We’re done anyway.”

“If you leave the t-” Y/N started to warn Clyde that she would castrate him if he left the toilet seat up, which she had once threatened Stan with, but Bebe slapped her hand over her mouth before she could.

“Don’t talk about leaving the toilet seat up around him; it’s a sensitive topic,” She whispered, trying not to let Clyde hear.

“How is- you know what? I’m not going to ask,” Y/N shrugged it off. “Every story I’ve heard from South Park is weird, and that’s coming from someone whose town mayor was openly involved in ritualistic sacrifices and still kept on getting voted in.”

“Wait, what?” Clyde thought he had misheard. “They still got voted in?”

“In hindsight, that might mean the ritualistic sacrifices worked?” Y/N pondered this for a moment. A devilish smile appeared on her face. “Hey Clyde, wanna help me pass this semester?”

“Huh? Do you want to study together?” He asked, not catching what she was not so subtly hinting at.

“You’re not ritualistically sacrificing my boyfriend!” Bebe scolded Y/N, dragging her out of the bathroom. “Come on, let’s leave Clyde to pee in peace.”

“Peace isn’t an option in this house!” Y/N called out as Clyde shut the door.

“Ominous threats don’t work on him,” Bebe sighed. “He doesn’t understand them.”

The club was loud and crowded. Y/N absolutely hated it but did her best to put on a smile for Bebe’s sake. She had been briefly introduced to the group, who were already there, but Wendy and Stan were running late.

Bebe had disappeared off to the dancefloor. Y/N narrowly managed to avoid getting dragged along with her. Kenny’s date had apparently dumped him, so she had kept him company while he complained. He was the only one of the group she had already met as he worked delivery for a burger place she and Bebe usually ordered from. He had tried once to flirt with her, but she politely rejected him. That hadn’t stopped him from getting her number and sending her the occasional message while he was stone, which she would respond to with a picture of a frog, which would distract him.

After 10 minutes of standing around, Kenny spotted a girl from work he had a thing for, so Y/N pushed him to go and talk to her, which didn’t take much encouragement. As she stood alone, wondering if she could get away with escaping without anyone noticing, Clyde approached her.

“Here,” He held out a drink for her. She hesitantly took it from his hand.

“What’s this for?” She asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

“For you. Bebe said you’d like me more if I bought you a drink.”

“Oh, did she now?”

“I don’t think I was supposed to say that to you….”

“No, I don’t think you were,” Y/N laughed softly. She knew Bebe was just trying to make sure they got along well since they were living together, but she wished she hadn’t sent Clyde in with a bribe.

Clyde took a sip from his cup, and his eyes widened. “Oh shit! This is your one, and that one is mine!” He quickly grabbed the cup from her hand and swapped it with the one he had just drunk from.

“You took a sip out of it,” Y/N looked down at the cup in disgust. “I can’t drink it now.”

“Why not? I watched you share two drinks with Bebe earlier.”

“I don’t know where your mouth has been.”

“Well, Bebe’s mouth has been on my-”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence! It’s bad enough I can hear you through the walls. I don’t need a description.” Y/N groaned as Clyde laughed at her discomfort. She hoped that if she stayed quiet, he’d feel awkward and go and join the rest of the group on the dancefloor, but she was sadly mistaken. Apparently, to Clyde, an awkward silence was just an opportunity for him to ask more questions.

“If you’re a dancer, why aren’t you dancing?” He asked. She mentally cursed Bebe for mentioning that she used to be a dancer, as it always led to people asking questions like that. Truthfully, she had always hated dance. It was just something that her mom forced on her. Her mom hadn’t spoken to her since she had announced she wasn’t going to pursue a career in dancing and was instead going to study Literature in a college states away.

But she didn’t want to blurt all of that out to Clyde, so instead, she stuck with her usual excuse. “Because it’s surprisingly hard to do a contemporary jazz solo to… what is this? Eminem?”

“So, like… are you studying dance?” The question coming out of Clyde’s mouth made her laugh more than if anyone else had asked it.

“Are you studying dance?” She fired back at him.

“What? No? Why?”

“Think about it, dude; we’re in the same class. If I were studying dance, you would be too.”

“Right! You sit behind me!” Clyde seemed like he had completely forgotten that they had discussed the fact that they shared a class together only hours earlier.

“Unfortunately,” Y/N mumbled, trailing the conversion off again in hopes he was finally satisfied. Sadly, he still didn’t take the hint.

“Hey… uh… quick question… what did you do to the plumber?”

“I didn’t do anything to him!”

“She bit him!” Wendy had arrived and joined the conversation, followed by Stan.

“Except that!” Y/N mumbled. Wendy gave her a big hug to say hello, and surprisingly so did Stan. She could smell the alcohol on them, a sign that they had pre-drinks. That would be why Stan hugged her.

“Oh my god, you are a vampire!” Clyde pointed at Y/N, who couldn’t help but laugh at this. He seemed so serious, and she was keen to see how far she could actually push that theory on him.

“How did you even get in a situation where you bit the plumber?” Stan asked, slurring his words slightly.

“I was advised by a lawyer not to talk about it.” Y/N lied.

“Wait, you bit the plumber? I assumed that you guys had a dog or something,” Kenny had returned to greet the new arrivals. The girl he had disappeared to dance with was nowhere in sight.

“Nope, it was me, human person Y/N.”

“She’s just a bit feral,” Wendy rested her head on Y/N’s shoulder as she spoke. Y/N wondered how much Wendy had drunk already, as she wasn’t usually this touchy with her when Stan was around. After the date incident, he was a little defensive in front of her. “But we’re taming her.”

“Vampire werewolf!” Clyde looked like he had just connected the dots to the biggest mystery in the world.

“Does everyone in your group know about me biting the plumber?” Y/N asked, earning a myriad of nods in response. “You know what? Fuck it,” She downed the drink that Clyde had gotten her, no longer caring about him having taken a sip. She’d had worse things in her mouth and would probably have worse things in it in the future. Stan cheered as she downed the drink, holding his hand up for a high-five which she hesitantly returned.

“I thought Kyle was coming?” Kenny looked around for their other friend. Y/N had never met Kyle, which was odd as Stan was his best friend, and Stan had spent a lot of time in their apartment when Wendy still lived there.

“He’s sulking in the corner,” Stan pointed out the boy with red curls poking out from the crowd, who was looking down at his phone, completely uninterested in everything around him. “We had to drag him out of the house.” Y/N could relate to that. She was counting down the seconds until it was socially acceptable for her to go home.

“Oh god, Cartman is here,” Wendy groaned, burying her face in Y/N’s neck to hide. Y/N had heard about Cartman, but it was never anything good. Apparently, his mom was paying for his three-bedroom apartment, but he refused to let anyone else stay there unless they paid him an extortionate amount of rent. She was confused at why the group stayed friends with him after all that he had put them through, but she figured there must have been some reason.

“In that case, I think we all need another drink,” Clyde announced, earning cheers from Stan and Kenny. Stan grabbed Wendy’s hand and dragged her off with them to the bar. She tried to reach out for Y/N to pull her along as well, but she managed to escape it. Wendy pouted for a second but quickly got distracted by Clyde chanting, ‘Shots! Shots! Shots!’.

Instead of joining them, Y/N decided to take the opportunity to talk to the one person she felt she could empathise with.

“You look as miserable to be here as I feel,” Y/N joined Kyle in the corner, hoping to break the ice with some shared disdain for where they had both ended up.

“Yeah… This isn’t really my scene,” Kyle looked up from his phone to acknowledge her. He paused, seeming to recognise her. “You’re-”

“Y/N, Bebe’s flatmate,” She finished for him.

“Kyle,” He introduced himself, though he had likely clocked on that she already knew that. He held his hand out. It took Y/N a second to realise he was offering her a handshake. It was a strange sentiment in the middle of a nightclub, but welcome nonetheless. She shook his hand and smiled at him.

“This isn’t really my scene either,” She confessed, looking around in disdain at the flashing lights and sweaty bodies grinding against one another.

“Really?” He sounded quite genuinely surprised by this.

“Really. I hate it here,” She pulled out her phone from her bra and waved it around a little. “I have the Uber journey ready to go on my phone. I just need to hit the button to book it.”

“I always assumed you were the party type from what I’ve heard about you,” It felt odd to Y/N that people knew about her, despite not knowing her. Though, she supposed the same thing could be said about anyone she had been told stories about yet never actually met.

“Bebe calls me the party-hating party animal. I’d rather go wild by myself,” She froze as the words processed in her mind after they had already left her mouth. “That came out wrong.”

“I’m usually alright if I have a few drinks,” Kyle shrugged. “But I need to study tomorrow, so I don’t want to be hungover.”

“I’m studying tomorrow too,” Y/N smiled, realising they had quite a bit in common already. “I have a shit ton of notes to write up before my lecture on Monday, and it's bad enough studying while Bebe and Clyde are in their room, but if they’re going to be hungover, it’ll be worse.”

“I’m in the same boat with Stan and Wendy,” He nodded along. “I have to escape to the library most days.”

“I might have to start joining you,” She was half joking, though she waited for his reaction to see if he would seriously consider studying with her or if he would laugh it off.

“As long as you don’t go wild while studying, it’s nice to have a study partner,” He agreed, and she grinned.

“Ah, shit, I go super wild while studying!” She dramatically threw her hands up in the air as though this was devastating news. “Sometimes, I even have three books open at once.”

“That’s hardcore,” Kyle laughed along with her for a minute, stopping only to tilt his head so he could hear the music better. “Oh god… What is this song?” Y/N stopped to listen to it as well.

“I can’t tell if she’s singing in another language or if it's just aggressively… cursive?” She tried to make out some words, managing to get ‘love’ and ‘sorrow’ from them. “She sounds like a goat trying to do a Shakira impression.”

“And the goat has a blocked nose,” Kyle added. “Oh, wow! Somehow, the chorus is even worse. How is that possible?”

“Wanna bail on this club and share my Uber home?” Y/N decided to just take the opportunity to get out of there. At least with an accomplice, they could both be buzzkills together and share the disappointment of their friends.

“I thought you’d never ask,” He smiled at her as she unlocked her phone, booking the Uber to arrive ASAP. “We should let them know so they don’t look for us.”

“Or we just leave and text them when we’re already gone so they can’t try and force us to stay?” She suggested but looked over at where Bebe was dancing with Clyde. Both of them looked unsteady on their feet from the alcohol they had already consumed, and Stan and Wendy looked even worse for wear. “Actually, you’re right. There’s no way they’ll read their phones in this state.” She led the way over to the group, wrapping her arms around Bebe from behind so she could talk next to her ear and be heard over the music. She swayed slightly with her.

“I’m leaving!” She announced. “Stay safe, and see you at home! Love you!”

“What?” Bebe let go of Clyde, who pouted at the lack of attention, instead turning and swinging her arms around Y/N and holding her in a close hug. “No!”

“I do love you, I promise!” Y/N knew that wasn’t what she meant, but she was trying to diffuse the situation so that Bebe would let her go.

“I love you too, but you can’t leave!” She pleaded, her hands clumsily trying to play with Y/N’s hair, but her rings just got caught in it. “Oh… shit…”

“I hate it here, and so does Kyle,” Y/N explained, pulling away to help untangle Bebe from her hair. “So we’re sharing an Uber.” As she did so, she heard Kyle telling Stan and Wendy that he was leaving.

“You have your keys to let yourself in, right?” Kyle asked.

“Uh…” Stan patted his pockets but came up empty. “Wendy?”

“I thought you had them?” Wendy groaned.

“Crap!” Stan grumbled, checking his pockets again as if they would magically appear there. Unfortunately, they didn’t.

“I’ll have to let you in later,” Kyle sighed, checking his watch.

“Dude, you’re such a heavy sleeper!” Stan protested. “You’ll sleep through it, and we’ll be stuck outside all night!” Kyle looked dejected at the thought that he couldn’t leave until Stan and Wendy wanted to leave.

“We can just get the Uber to our place, and then you guys get one later with Bebe and pick Kyle up as you drop her off.” Y/N jumped in with the suggestion, looking to Kyle for confirmation. “If that’s okay with you, of course?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Kyle nodded eagerly, looking relieved that he didn’t have to stay.

“Booooo!” Clyde called out, a few heads turning to look at him as he shouted louder than he probably intended to. “Party poopers!”

“Have fun!” Bebe winked over at Y/N, who gave her a very confused look in return. What was she suggesting? Before she had the chance to ask, her phone buzzed.

“Uber is two minutes away,” She grabbed Kyle’s arm so she wouldn’t lose him in the crowd. “Let's wait outside.”

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hyunsuks-beanie · 2 years

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Fuck Me Daddy

Pairing: Jay x reader

Genre: Smut

Content Warnings: Inebriation; smut; mentions of boners; use of the words "Angel," "Daddy" and "Princess;" oral (m. and f. receiving); unprotected sex; dirty thoughts; choking

Part of: Mellow's You've Got A Letter Event

Mellow speaks: It's here!! The first fic for my 2.5 follower event!! Thank you to the nonnie who had requested this!! I'm so excited for this!

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Hey angel,

How are you today? I'm sorry I had to leave before you could wake up, work called :(

I hope you had a good night's sleep yesterday. Going out partying with your friends must have been tiring but fun, right? I'm hoping your head doesn't hurt, but I've kept some painkillers and a bottle of water next to this note just in case.

I didn't get to tell you this yesterday, mainly because the both of us were rather preoccupied with......other things. But you looked absolutely stunning in that little dress of yours, and the way you slurred on your words and puffed up your flushed cheeks did all kinds of things to my heart. You need to wear that dress again sometime, when it's just the two of us, so that I can tell you just how beautiful it looked on you.

Now, I think I've set the mood just right, and I'm running out of cute things to say to you anyway. So I guess it's time to launch into the real reason I've written you this note. You passed out last night just as I was about to drive you home, but do you remember what you said to me right before drifting off to sleep?

Of course you don't. So let me elaborate.

It was something along the lines of "Fuck me, daddy." Screw that, it was exactly those three words. Those three filthy words, barely coherent as you had reached across the console, placing your hand on my thigh in a way you wouldn't even dream of when sober. Your eyes hooded, your bottom lip stuck between your teeth. In that moment, you looked like the personification of lust, and I lie not when I say that it made something twitch inside my jeans.

You looked so fucking hot like that, it made me want to rip that dress off your body and pound into you on the backseat. But your pretty, dirty, mind, obviously had different plans, because just when I was about to lean in and place my lips on yours, you decided to ruin the moment, passing out against my shoulder.

Can you imagine how mad I was just then? Do you have any fucking idea? No, right? But it wasn't like I could do anything about it, other than watching you sleep peacefully after taking my peace away. At least you looked cute, so I'll have to give you that, but in no way does that mean I didn't keep tossing and turning in bed all night.

Removing your makeup and changing you out of that damned dress was nothing if not torture, and I think you ought to know just how annoying it was to get a boner at the sight of you in your lingerie, my hands being the only thing I could use to relieve the pent-up frustration. And as if that wasn't enough, having your body pressed so close against mine was yet another ordeal, my tongue longing to get a taste of that sweet pussy.

But why am I telling you all this?

Because princess, I want you to gulp as you read this, and think of how I'm going to punish you when I come home. You wanted daddy to fuck you, right? Well, guess what? Daddy is going to do just that. He's going to kiss those pretty lips of yours until you're breathless. He's going to touch you. Touch you in the slowest way possible, touch you at all the right places.

He's going to peel his clothes off your body, piece by piece, until you're buck naked under him. He's going to kiss your skin, make you feel good, and mark you up until you're covered in bites and bruises. He's going to part your legs, nice and slow, his tongue slitting across your heat and licking off your juices while all you can do is moan and whine. He's going to eat you out and touch you, so good that you forget your name, so good that tears stream down your cheeks as you cum for the fifth time.

And then he's going to make you choke on his cock, making you taste your own salty tears as you swallow his cum. He's going to sit you down on the floor and have you worship his dick like the slut you are. Because that's just what you deserve. Don't even think that's all, because after you're all spent from the foreplay, daddy is going to tie you up. Real good so that you can't move, making your wrists struggle against the satin as he finally bottoms out inside you, no protection at hand.

He's going to place his hand on your throat and choke you till you can't breathe, he's going to ram into you till that pussy is sore. He's going to fill you up to the brim, again and again, till you're squirming and spilling onto the bedsheet.

So get ready, my angel. Wear that lingerie of yours I love, and look pretty for me when I come home. Because I'm going to ruin you tonight.

Love,

Your Daddy, Jay

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foulbearobservation · 1 year

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since you’re the camlilith blogTM, do you have camlilith fic recs?

me: oh I don't think I'm the gateway to camilith shipping

y'all: so as The Camilith Blog™...

anyway yes I do have fic recs gather round children, I've delved into the depths of the tag and emerged with the best of the best

let's start with casper's (@daisychainsandbowties) fics and then go from there!

by such slight ligaments are we bound: god like truly this is THEE Camilith fic of all time for me like. you all don't understand. lilith is so fucked up. camila touches her so tenderly. lilith gets her hair washed. she bleeds all over the fucking place. she completely disassociates. she bleeds all over the fucking place some more. she's gods specialest little soldier. she's gods most beloathed nun. she's my little guy.

thus strangely are our souls constructed: listen. listen. this is the rat fic. I hold it close to my heart. I adore it. Lilith's having a breakdown in a sporting goods store. she's bleeding out with beatrice in a hallway. they're in love. they don't realize they're in love. they're also not in love. it's a lot. lilith is a little in love with every woman who shows her any kindness. I can't wait to see where this one goes

a light, a blessing, or a bruise: the dishonored au!!!! dishonored au my beloved! (not a fic but check out whale's dishonored art pieces here & here & here they make me feel insane) this fic actually got me to start playing dishonored and the world is. so interesting. the way casper has translated the characters is FASCINATING. great fic I fucking love it.

okay that's all of casper's fics now let's go to some others shall we?

The bestie @thats-a-weird-warning-sign wrote Tenderness to you is only talk about a bruise which is just. so good. I truly don't know what else I need to say about it. lilith's brain melts out of her ears because of camila's strap. There's healing from trauma. there's more sex. listen. we all read the tags we all knew what we were getting into.

Shroomyystar on ao3 (I think they're @cranechel on here?) has some bangers. most of these are rated M or E, for good reason. they're darker or they're just abt sex so your mileage may vary based on what you want to read but they're all tagged appropriately!

like real people do: lilith asks camila to kill her and it's sweeter than you think, I promise.

light pink sky up on the roof: lilith kneels.

one bite of salvation in the dark: lilith kneels and also eats cami out.

there's also serenity which is a rly cute little fic abt camila just staring at lilith and I think it's very sweet we get this view of them cause I feel like lilith is the more common pov character

some other one offs!

Worship her sooner is my bestie Em who texted me one day like "do you think ao3 has a tag for sexy latin usage" and refused to elaborate.

The whole series of 1 Peter 4:8 is very good. this was before season 2 came out, and I'll just link the first fic here it's SO GOOD. Go comment and show some love to these fics, they're older so I don't think they got the attention they deserved.

golden hour is an avatrice fic HOWEVER it's set at camilith's wedding and the way ava just describes lilith as scary and whipped is truly so funny to me

And that's about all I have I think? I probably forgot something, and I'm very picky with fics to begin with so. If you think I missed something, add it in the comments!

#fic recs #camilith #sister camila #sister lilith #camlil #warrior nun fic

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lavenoon · 9 months

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Hi I'm sorry you're feeling a bit let down with the reblogging ratio. I fast reblog alot cause sometimes I feel too shy to put in my imput but now knowing how artists want that imput I'll try to be better. You have such a lovely art style You're doing us simps a favor with all your wonderful art pieces. Thank you for contributing to the fandom We anonymous simps appreciate all of your work

Ahw hey, thank you! I really didn't mean to make people feel bad for fast reblogging - I'm eternally grateful you're basically putting my art on the fridge of your blog!

I do prefer tags, because why wouldn't I enjoy seeing someone else's thoughts*? It's like - here are my thoughts, in my art! And getting reblogs (and likes) does mean that there's something that resonates. But it doesn't tell me anything beyond that. People interacting, be it through tags or replies or asks, often gives me more ideas, and knowing there's an audience for it is all the more motivation to get to it! Like - as example - the Glamrock heart emojis I posted the other day? Compared to the DCA heart emojis the response was kind of underwhelming, and I almost lost the motivation to make another batch with other characters. But then one friend sent me a couple blurry eyes emojis and enthusiastic replies to the mention of a potential MXES heart emoji, and now I know I'm going to make that other batch! Just because of that! Hearing someone's thoughts and knowing there's an interest for more will always spark more creation. Like the cake metaphor! If my "cake" gets eaten, I know it was good, sure, but if people compliment me for the cake, saying what they liked about it, I'll try do do those things more! It'll make me happy, and I'll be proud of the result because I know this will be a cake with guaranteed enjoyment!

*(of course, I've also received tags/ comments I don't enjoy - but those are a tiny minority, and were often more along the lines of "lmao what is this" or anything calling me/ my self insert a girl, which sparks dysphoria - none of this makes me think I'd rather not get comment tags, because I mostly forget about the bad ones anyway, and some of the really elaborate nice ones I even screenshot and save to look at again!)

#answer let luce #anonymous #I am also just in a bit of a slump - lots of health stuff and stress going on #so I come home to work on my art and fics and I share them and then just #get so little feedback #so the imposter syndrome kicks in and what used to be relaxation turns into a chore #some of that is ME problem and I'm working on fixing that #but the more and more skewed reblog like ratio adds to the sting #again; thank you for reblogging; and you're incredibly sweet to say you'll add tags when you want to add something!

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fandomsoda · 10 months

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Personal project masterpost

Alright so I have realized all my stuff is too much for the pinned post but I can make this masterpost and update it periodically. This will include: links to intro posts/refs, links to doodles/additional official art, and the given hashtags for each individual thing. Fan art/asks with art and most text posts will not be linked here, but you can search my blog/tumblr by the official tags in order to find stuff. Note: for additional small things such as fun facts about characters not on their official refs, check out the “#oc factoids and asks” tag and search with the tag of the given character/project. Yeah sorry you have to do some digging yourself, I can’t update this post every single time I make something new. Anyway let’s just jump into it. Last updated: 3/9/23 (d/m/y)

Omega Lab (#omega lab au, #omega lab)

Ref sheets for all mainline characters (Test’s tags: #test!sans, #test omega lab | Glow’s tags: #glowstick!sans, #glowstick omega lab | Tizzy’s tags: #tizzy!sans, #tizzy omega lab | Bio’s tags: #biohazard!sans, #biohazard omega lab)

Tizzy and Biohazard doodle

Glowstick and Test doodle

promotional piece

dynamic elaboration drawings

Sanses in alt subcultures (#alt sanses my beloveds) [casually known as Altverse but that is NOT its official name, do not tag it as such.]

Also the official tag is what you can use to browse MY blog. It’s not a title either. Just tag your art with the characters included.

Pastel goth!Dream (#pastel goth!dream sans)

additional Dream drawing

Alt!Killer (#alt!killer sans)

Classic 2000’s emo!Nightmare (#emo!nightmare sans)

NM pixel doodles

Scene!Ink (#scene!ink sans)

scene!Ink pixel doodle

Scene!Ink’s small psa

Scenemo!Cross (#scenemo!cross sans)

Because things are often misinterpreted with this AU, it has its own clarifications tag. “#alt utmv clarifications” is the tag, if you’re ever wondering something about it then check there. If one of those posts doesn’t have an answer, just feel free to ask me yourself.

Robo-Ink aka Oil (#robo ink, #oil!ink sans, #robot!ink sans)

Based entirely on the simple (initially joke) proposition: “alternate multiverse where everything is the same except Ink is a robot”. Oil hails from a whole separate multiverse just like the usual one, accept for him being the way he is. Slightly different in personality, but you only really realize it when putting the two characters in the same interaction. Either way, he is my pride and joy and a great project so far.

No ref sheet currently exists for this character

initial conceptualization sketches

full-body further conceptualization sketch dump

Faeverse (#faeverse, #faeverse au) [please read info]

Ok so Faeverse isn’t actually entirely my creation, it’s a shared project with me and @dinosaurzzz. I’m just the lead character designer and artist, I don’t own it. Faeverse is a retelling of Underverse with a twist of Xvials and fae folklore from various cultures. Some things are critically changed in this au, so I’m begging you, if you’re going to make fan content, to read ALL OF THE INFO we have about it, including the masterpost about a core character Dino made which is linked in the below ref sheet.

Fae!Ink ref sheet (#fae!ink sans, #leánnan sídhe!ink sans)

Very pretty Fae!Ink doodle sheet

Omega!Cross (#omega!cross) [on hiatus]

Omega!Cross is a half-wolf version of Cross who was inspired by the works of some of the other creators in my general orbit, for posts featuring him interacting with the other 6 wolf!Cross’s, check out #wolf!cross gang shenanigans!

this project is currently on standby due to the stress I get when creating it. There may be the occasional thing here and there but for now don’t expect any big additions to Omega’s story. It’s a mess right now.

Omega!Cross ref sheet

just some expressive doodles

his canonical identities!

Design clarification text post

design clarification doodle

full doodle sheet 1

Canon height diagram

lore teaser

R34L17Y_D3C4Y (#r34l17y d3c4y, #reality decay)

R34L17Y_D3C4Y (pronounced “reality decay”), or R_D for short, is an Undertale alternate multiverse where all outcodes, multiversal beings, or beings that have been separated from their original universes gain weirdcore designs and qualities. I started it over on my Reddit but am moving it here.

Explanation/lore post

Fresh’s ref (#reality decay!fresh)

Wink’s ref [Ink] (#wink reality decay, #wink r34l17y d3c4y, #wink!ink sans, #rd!ink sans, #reality decay!ink sans, #wink rd)

Spinner’s ref [Error] (#spinner reality decay, #spinner rd, #spinner r34l17y d3c4y, #spinner!error sans, #rd!error sans)

Blossom’s ref [Dream] (#blossom reality decay, #reality decay!dream sans, #blossom!dream sans, #rd!dream sans, #blossom rd)

Miscellaneous utmv ship kids

Dagger Striper [Killer x Ink] (#dagger striper)

Brightspex [Ink x Dream x Cross] (#brightspex)

Homestuck fantrolls

Gradient blood trolls concept post/initial art of my primary fantrolls (#gradientblooded trolls)

Primary three fantrolls sprite post (Spiral’s tag: #spiral circus | Orbovo’s tag: #orbovo weaver | Rodiea’s tag: #rodiea lassos)

#masterpost

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Hey, I'm @xanvasofxords! Glad to be talking to you for the first time, until now I only ever saw your posts but never interacted much. But holy shit you speak so true--

Anyways, you know, I don't ship Gray with anyone. Because there's simply nobody I find is a suitable love interest for him in the series. I don't ship Graylu, just as that anon, but I passionately hate Gruvia. Why? Because it's result of a serious character assassination of two characters at once. One of them *cough* Gray *cough* used to be my favorite once before Gruvia brainrot took over Mashima. Sadly, now I don't care about him.

That said, I can't completely ignore his butchered character every time he's onscreen. So I just wanted to elaborate my own thoughts on the topic about Lucy and Erza being Gray's type :

Gray has carried the guilt of being the reason of his master and her daughter's despair. It's pretty normal for him to resist people who express their love towards him. It has to be done slowly, eventually breaking the invisible wall he surrounds himself with. With friendship. There's no other way than friendship.

The friends Gray grew up with mean his world. Why wouldn't they, they've been there since he joined the guild. They've been sharing happiness and sorrows together. Especially team Natsu members are a crucial part of his life. They helped him overcome his past with Ur and Deliora. He needs a person who values the relationships just as much as him if not more.

Gray is mature, but he can be pretty childish too. I think he needs someome to match his energy. She has to keep him in check while also being one with his fun-loving nature at times.

Gray is quite hesitant in terms of being affectionate in public it seems. He needs someone to respect that boundary for him and wait until he's ready. Someone who won't embarass him.

Gray needs someone who isn't dependant on him. Someone who can take care of herself even when he's not present.

I don't think Juvia has even one of these unfortunately. She's completely dependant on him emotionally, will literally drown a town with rain if need be. Doesn't respect Gray's boundaries and embarasses him publicly and even in front of thousand people in a arena. Her only gag is love and love rivals and love rival sensor. She doesn't match his energy except stripping alongside him and picking his clothes. She tries to compare herself with his friends all the time. Can't bear to think about him being alone with anybody, let alone Lucy. She wants him to choose her over everybody. She forces herself onto him with no regards of his discomfort.

I had a conversation with a friend of mine about this who follows you. So here is a piece of my mind! I'd message you off-anon but tumblr would reveal my main blog so sorry for the anon!

Hi, @xanvasofxords! Nice to meet you! I've seen some of your awesome posts around in the anti-tags, and I agree with a lot of what you say! You've got a very refreshing take on certain aspects of FT, so I am delighted that you're stopping by!

Onto your thoughts:

I totally understand where you're coming from, how you don't ship Gray with anyone. In all honesty, as an Anon has sent in an ask before, I would be totally fine if Mashima didn't make any ships canon and kept the focus on friendship and familial love. I think the show had its best moments when it stayed on course with the moral of the story. Not every friendship has to boil down to romantic love, and it's very refreshing to see powerful yet platonic love between friends. I personally think Gray staying by himself would be just as healthy as him being with Lucy, but that's just me, so please do keep doing you in regard to your ships haha.

Oh man, I so agree with you here though, that gr///via simultaneously destroys 2 characters' characters (ha) at once. juvia had all the potential to be a really cool, relatable heroine, who overcame feelings of loneliness and low self-worth with the help of her friends. Gray had the potential to finally put himself first for a change and value his own life so he could live for his friends and for himself and not just throw his life away for them.

But nope.

With the introduction of gr///via, juvia loses all individuality and self-agency. she finds no worth in herself, only in following and slobbering over Gray. she loses all relatability when she begins to act selfishly and creepily and obsessively as soon as someone shows her an ounce of human decency. she doesn't even care about friends, no matter what the once-in-a-blue-moon "i love friends" moments will try to have you think, and she would abandon any semblance of friends at the drop of a hat if it meant she could be with Gray.

With the introduction of gr///via, Gray now is shackled to a woman who doesn't actually love him but wants to possess him, and he's now manipulated into only living for her (not himself nor his friends) and only wanting her to be happy (disregarding himself entirely). There's being selfless, and then there's completely losing your sense of self. You can't help others by neglecting yourself completely, you know. juvia doesn't care that Gray's devolved into this; she just wanted him in her clutches, so she's happy Gray's joined her in her sick, manic, twisted version of love.

Yeah, you put it perfectly: it's a "serious character assassination of two characters at once". Neither of them is the best they could be, and they're no longer recognizable to whom they once were.

I don't blame you for not caring about the current 100yq Gray anymore; for me, I still hold true to the old Gray, the real Gray. The current Gray is definitely not the one we knew and loved.

Onto what you say next, wow.

Just wow.

I'm blown away by your thoughtfulness; you've parsed everything so wonderfully!

I agree with you 100% about your analysis of Gray and how romance would go with him. Wow, you make such good points; I'll give a few thoughts, but I really don't need to, because you've hit the nails on the head, my friend.

There's definitely no way to romance with him outside of friendship. That's the only way he's gotten close to people before, so it wouldn't make sense for him to fall in love with someone he was never friends with. He most definitely was never friends with juvia, considering friendship was never on the table with her, only romantic partners. she doesn't care about what he wants; she just wanted to date him, to own him. That's definitely not friendship. And friends were his whole life, so it makes even less sense that a woman who hates his closest, dearest, female friends just because they're women would become the object of his affection.

As for the rest of the characteristics, all of which I agree with, juvia absolutely doesn't fulfill any of those requirements. she in fact demolishes them by being the exact opposite of what Gray needs in a healthy relationship. I'm not going to reiterate it because you made such a perfect conclusion yourself, but I will say that my gosh, I don't understand how people could like juvia and this pairing when juvia doesn't even exist. she's not her own person; she has no personality or goals or motivations outside of Gray. The only things left to her are her jealousy, her selfishness, and her obsessiveness. Otherwise, she gives Gray nothing, and she herself is nothing, which you can see clearly if you take Gray out of the equation. (I talk more about this in this old post of mine).

I'm happy that we got connected through a follower of mine and a friend of yours! The Anti community is still strong! And don't worry about the anonymous thing, it really doesn't matter to me whether someone uses it or not! Anyway, thank you for sharing your wonderful thoughts! This was such a meticulously written ask, I am very impressed!

#im very happy to get more in touch with the anti community #and wow there are some really smart ones out there haha #though all of you are smart to me already!#askgraluna #ask #anti gruvia #anti juvia #fairy tail #anti juvia lockser #anti juvia loxar #defend gray fullbuster #gray fullbuster #fairy tail discourse #fairy tail discussion #romance in anime #gralunaessay #anti gray fullbuster x juvia lockser #anti gray x juvia

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letmetellyouaboutmyfeels · 2 years

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I was rudely tagged by @tripleaxeldiaz for Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day to share my five favorite fics that I’ve written (even though she knows I hate talking about myself). Unfortunately I’ve been unable to sit down and do this until now, so sorry this is late!

I’m sticking just to 911 fics for this one since I am sure as hell not going through the *cringes* 200+ fanfics I’ve written over the years. So let’s get cracking.

Love and Bullets Both Shatter Hearts (But Only One Can Put You Back Together) - Spy AU

So this fic was the first I had written in a long time that I was happy with after a long period of disliking everything I wrote. It was a fic that was more vibes than anything else, but I dearly love those vibes, and I think I managed to deliver a full and layered story in a relatively short amount of words which is difficult to pull off. Also spies are sexy.

To Build a Home We Deconstruct Our Rituals - Fake!Married/Marriage of Convenience/Friends to Fiancés

Fun fact! I don’t know if I’ve ever shared this, but the title was inspired by the Richard Siken quote that you “construct elaborate rituals that allow you to touch the skin of other men.” The idea was that Buck and Eddie have constructed these elaborate unspoken/subtextual rituals that allow them to almost but not quite have what they want, and that there comes a time when, as a queer person, you must drop the rituals and speak/act directly in order to completely have what you really want (but in doing so you risk everything).

...which all sounds rather serious for a fic that is basically fluff the entire time whoopsies. Anyway, this fic was written while I was in the throes of dramatic frustration over certain choices in the season four finale, and the lovely @extasiswings coaxed me back off the edge of the cliff. I wrote this fic to take the idea I’d had of “what if Buck moved in with Eddie after the shooting” and spun it from there, and I’m actually really fond of it. This fic helped me to work through my frustrations and rediscover my patience. I was also going through a deeply bad time in my life, so it was nice to have something to escape to during the hiatus. I’m really, really proud of how it turned out, especially the idea of Buck and Eddie “falling gently” together - that they’re already dating, so taking that final step would be small and soft.

The Monsterfucker’s Symphony - a collection of oneshots where Buck, Eddie, or both is some sort of supernatural creature

Oh my God she picked the monsterfucker one who would’ve thought - LISTEN, THIS ISN’T ABOUT THE SMUT, OKAY? I actually really love this series because of the worldbuilding I put into each of the monsters. What does a succubus look like? What is the color of Buck’s angel wings? How does merfolk anatomy work? Exploring the physical and social stuff for each of the supernatural creatures I chose was a lot of fun, and I’m delighted with how each entry turned out - especially the last one featuring Angel!Buck. That one was the one closest to an actual plot and was inspired by quite a few things including the TV show Lucifer, the works of Lois Lowry, and all those trashy fun angel romances that stocked the YA shelves when I was thirteen.

Another reason this is one of my favorites is that I’ve had a lot of people tell me they don’t usually read monsterfucking - it’s just not their thing - but that they took a chance and read one or more of the entries in this collection, and that they really enjoyed the emotion and worldbuilding. That’s such a huge compliment to me. I’m always here to deliver you guys some fun smut but I put a lot of work into characterization and relationships, and to have that shine through enough that even people who don’t have that monsterfucking kink enjoy my writing?

(Shit fuck I’m tearing up please hold)

Anyway I’m really proud of this work and absolutely floored by the responses to it.

Let My Ink Stain Your Pages - Castle!AU

First off, this piece of shit was not supposed to exceed 50k so please note that for the record. Second of all, this was a blast to write. I had so much fun with this, especially since I was working on it after I’d needed a hell of a break thanks to another fic (we’ll get to that one) and needed something less serious. While wrangling all the aspects of the cases and translating them from the TV show to this fic could be a real strain on my patience, I had sooooooo much fun writing this. I needed something more fun and lighthearted after the heavy angst I had last written, and I’m proud of how I incorporated the Castle series’ plotlines with the 911 characters. I understand why television writers drag out slowburns, because writing this slowburn was delightful. I think I did a good job of not dragging it out too far, and balancing the comedy and banter with the heavier subject matter of, well, homicide.

Your Fingerprints Smeared on My Heart (Lead Me Back to You) - Reincarnation!AU, Soulmate!AU, Cowboy!AU, dash of Gilded Age and the kitchen sink

This fic was the product of a challenge. Because I love challenges. Especially challenges that nobody actually set and I end up doing them to myself. I asked @extasiswings what her five favorite kinds of AUs were, and she said among other things Reincarnation AUs and Historical (including Gilded Age). At another point she answered a question about liking soulmate fics but being picky about them. And my stupid ass decided to combine all three things into one fic. Because I hate myself.

This fic was one of the most difficult, if not the most difficult, that I’ve ever written. It was a massive labor of love and I’m really, really proud of how it turned out. I knew that I was taking on something really big with this - I needed to balance two timelines, make it historically accurate, come up with a system of reincarnation... I bit off a lot, and I knew it, and I wanted to really make it all work and fit in with canon as much as possible. There was also a lot of heavy emotion, one might even say (temporary) tragedy in this fic - definitely heavy angst for sure. Which made it a very heavy fic to write (I cried a couple times) and I worried I was getting too maudlin on occasion.

All that said... maybe this is tooting my own horn too much? But I think I pulled it off. I know that Leading with the Left is my most popular 911 fic, but to be honest, I think this is my best 911 fic.

#mads writes stuff #tagging thing #tripleaxeldiaz #I've gone back and forth on whether or not to post this but here we go #we're trying to be proud of our accomplishments

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soybean-official · 4 months

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The parts of you that support me

#mgs2 my favorite game i love you #metal gear solid 2 #mgs2 sons of liberty #mgs2 raiden #rosemary mgs #emma emmerich #Anyways let me elaborate on the piece here in the tags again #I really like the skeletal motif that raiden's rib cage suit and the aicolonel's face turning into a skull have going on #so it's kind of an extension here. It's 'parts of me that support you' that are outlined as the bones.#For raiden his vitals are literally keeping sunny alive. So his rib cage. For the colonel he's constantly feeding raiden bad info to keep-#-the mission afloat. His skull #For emma she created the arsenal gear worm (hands)#And for rose i mean obviously like. shes pregnant in this game. but its got a bigger meaning for the plot and for raiden specifically #since it's part of the reason why he tries to be better. Her connection to him is what keeps him grounded during the whole mission #and together they all form the 'vital' organs #Alternatively i wanted to name this 'malfunctioning machine' but anyone can probably figure out that one if they wanted. Lol #Back to your regularly scheduled tagging program!#beanie art #mgs fanart #metal gear solid fanart #mgs2 fanart #mgs2

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amrv-5 · 1 year

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@marley-manson thanks for the WIP sharing tag.....!! yet another chunk from The Long Fic below the cut.

i’ll tag @pomegranate @theblob1958 @mashbrainrot and @kaviiinsky (if you want and also if you. don’t write fic .... SOWWY ignore this)

Enjoy BJ having a pleasant morning by sneaking out of church:

They spent the rest of the service outside, with Erin jumping around in BJ’s jacket like one of the superheroes in Radar’s comic books. BJ tried and failed to recite a poem he’d often traded with Hawkeye to her—he kept getting lost halfway through the second stanza, and Erin had taken to gleefully repeating the last word of every line, which was as cute as it was thought-derailing.

“Here come I to my own again,” BJ started again. “Fed, forgiven and known again. Claimed by bone of my bone again, and cheered by flesh of my flesh.”

Erin took a few toddler-wobbly steps down the stairs, and started dragging BJ’s jacket through parking-lot gravel.

“The fatted calf is dressed for me, but the husks have greater zest for me…” he said, trailing off. He tried to imagine Hawkeye, sleep-deprived and bitter over a tray of poisonous-looking C-rations.

He recalled Hawkeye’s voice as vividly as he was able, the timbre, the inflection, the way he elided consonants when he was tired, and the vexing half-stanza came to him almost immediately.

“So I’m off with wallet and staff to eat the bread that is three parts chaff to wheat, but glory be!—there’s a laugh to it, which isn’t the case when we dine.”

Hawkeye’s voice was sonorous and soft, even coming to him from months in the past.

Erin dropped his suit in favor of picking up a piece of gravel that was partially quartz.

“Glory be, there’s a laugh to it,” BJ repeated to himself as Erin held the quartz out for his inspection.

He held it to the light, admiring the way the light refracted through the crystal. “Beautiful,” he said, and handed the rock back to Erin. “Good find.”

“Diamond,” Erin said.

“Quartz,” BJ said.

Erin tilted her head.

“Quartz,” BJ said, “is a type of mineral. It’s what we call igneous—” he paused, and let her sound the new word out— “which just means that it was made when magma inside of the Earth cooled.” He tapped his cheek.

“Do you know what magma is?” he asked.

Erin shook her head.

“What about lava?” he asked.

Erin’s face lit up. “Volcano,” she said. “Like hot laba.”

“Lava,” BJ said, enunciating carefully. “Well, it’s called lava when it’s outside. When it’s still inside the ground, it’s called magma. Anyway, the point is, when that melted rock—”

“You can melt a rock?” Erin asked, eyes ablaze with interest.

“Yes,” BJ said. “That’s what metal is, and lava.”

Erin appraised the cars around them with renewed interest.

“Anyway,” BJ said, smiling. “When that melted rock cools off, sometimes we get minerals like quartz. Actually, usually we get minerals like quartz. That rock you found is one of the most common minerals on Earth.”

“Common,” Erin repeated.

“It’s everywhere,” BJ elaborated. “You can find it all over the place. It isn’t particularly valuable, or special.”

Erin looked at the stone in her palm. “But it’s pretty.”

BJ cleared his throat, and then scooted down a few steps. He laid a hand on her shoulder, and then planted a kiss on her forehead. “I love you. Did you know that?”

“Love you,” Erin said offhandedly, looking for more quartz in the parking lot grit.

BJ leaned back on his elbows and took in the sun and the peace and the vivid blue of the sky while Erin occasionally exclaimed over finding new and interesting rocks.

#my fic #the litfic cometh #mashposting #thank you for the tag!!! hope u all enjoy this #im getting antsy to post but I really want to fully finish it first and I'm......... 125k in and still going so

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awritingcaitlin · 9 months

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10 First Lines

@elbritch-kit tagged me for this a month ago! 👋🏻 Sorrynotsorry I'm late!

Anyway, I've done a couple of these before, but this one's rules is very specifically:

rules: share the first lines of the last ten things you’ve written

So, uh, this should be interesting because fun fact about me, I rewrite the same stuff over and over again.

🔥TBW: Mama Cass normally prided herself on her composure.

🥃LGO: In all honesty, Rinnie was too drunk to remember who hit the bed first.

👩‍🦰RA: “Where are we?” Taryn asked.

🎻ROTG: A Temple of Adelus wasn’t her favorite place for a gig, but considering Em was avoiding Seamus Finn establishments, she’d take what she could get.

💥SB: The wind on Berthingtonn’s eastern docks always seemed to blow far more strongly than it did on the west side.

♟TGG: “Eileen,” Aravae said, trying to put enough warning into her tone that Eileen would get the message, but not so much warning that Finley would pick up on it.

💨WH: “Wind’s howling,” Teagan mutters in her best Geralt impression.

❄CTQ: Two women walked along the busy evening streets of Himmelmauer, their course pointed towards the castle.

🍲AEB: First there is chaos, and then there is cold.

💎TWS: Rinnie is on a beach, but it's not a beach she recognizes. The magic feels different.

Okay, that actually wasn't too hard to track down all things considered. I feel like elaborating with more stats, so I'll do that under the cut.

But first, I'll tag: @sentfromwolves, @tananaphone, @legiomiam, @mjjune, and @muddshadow (no pressure, anyone!)

The Brewing War: aka Book 1, it's up at the top of the list (most recent) because it's been in steady revisions of it since April. That first line? Totally new.

Lights Go Out: is a character study of Rinnie, Aravae, and Ciara and I was writing it separately from TBW because that content does not actually belong on the pages of TBW, but it's up there because I wrote it in June.

Redheads Abound: is a AU fanfiction essentially combining my characters with characters from 3 others writeblrs on here. Wrote that back in April.

Relic of the Gods: aka ViolinHeist, happens in the same universe as TBW but is not a prequel. It got a few revisions in April, but after rewriting the first three chapters of Draft 3, I set it down to let other stuff percolate in the back of my head.

Siege of Berthingtonn: aka Book 2 got some edits back in March, though that first line is older.

The Great Game: aka Book 4 where I've done bits and pieces of that so that's the first line I've written but it's definitely not Chapter 1 or a prologue even. That was back in March.

Wind's Howling: is a flashfic I wrote back in February. Experimenting with present tense.

Cure for the Queen: aka Book 3. It got finished back in March of 2022. April-August was ROTG Draft 1, August-October was then SB Draft 8, November-February was ROTG again which explains the break and reemphasizes that I just write the same things over and over again.

Soup 2 Another Electric Boogaloo: was something I was working on back in October of 2021 (in between working on CTQ). It was fanfiction of fanfiction and I wrote it primarily while still working at GameStop because I could just write it on my phone.

Team W Shenanigans: was also something I was working on back in the Fall of 2021, same time as AEB. It was fanfiction that Rinnie was also involved in.

Hilariously, Rinnie never seems to get first lines unless it's a character study, or fanfiction. I should probably change that. But also, Rinnie's not really a candidate for the prologues of the main series of books so there's also that.

Okay I'm done rambling now. Have a cookie if you read this far 🍪

#tag games #10 first lines #my writing #the brewing war #redheads abound #relic of the gods #siege of berthingtonn #the great game #cure for the queen #mama cass #rinnie #taryn #em

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blorbologist · 11 months

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Aljdskjfksd I can't believe you tagged me, thank you so much. A literal honor!! 😭😭 (I hope you're having a lovely and wonderful day over there)

BUT THAT IS NOT WHY I AM HERE.

WHAT IS 'BLOOD IS SOUP'. PLS ELABORATE

!! <33

It's... still rough, but Prehistoric Planet 2 cheered me up this morning and I am Aggressively Compartmentalizing. Yknow how Percy takes 114 episodes and 7 in-universe years to go 'I miss my family'? like that. The Simosuchus were animated so well, so very reptilian, they made me think of my boy tho :c

ANYWAYS.

Blood is soup is my vampire!Bashter AU! It's mostly coming together in bits and pieces during prompt games, because I don't have a solid plan for what scenes I want to include in the fic.

Yasha is a vampire, dating pre-campaign. I think Obann turned her, or she was bitten/cursed after Zuala's death. Either way, she was a vampire when she tore apart her tribe, and caused a fair bit of death elsewhere too before getting her hunger to heel. Her frequent solitary bouts during the campaign are her going off to not be a danger to her friends. She needs to work through her guilt not only regarding Zuala, but the creature she's become and the deaths she continues to cause. Most divine magic hurts her due to her nature... except Jester's, because Artagan isn't quite a normal god, is he?

Beau remains a human, and thinks the whole vampire shit is hot. A lot of her conflict is just... her gut reaction is to hide vulnerability, and protect herself, and letting Yasha get some omnomnom would be a major show of trust she can't actually justify.

The title is a reference to the fact that, during the canon M9 Hero's Feast of comfort foods (including soup for Essek), Yasha blurts out that she can give her blood to anyone in the party. In case they want insurance against death for this final fight against Lucien.

Fjord takes her up on the offer for practical reasons. Jester... Jester does it because she thinks it's fucking cool.

(And Beau thinks the whole thing is hot and chugs her soup in embarrassment, and then as we know Jester dies during that Lucien fight, soooo.... Jester becomes a vampire too. )

It ends with a smidge of Polynein? Because Beau, Yasha and Jester become a throuple, but Fjord is still Jester's boyfriend. He and Yasha might be a bit closer in this AU due to dealing with dark powers n shit. Shadowgast are still their own thing, Yeza and Veth still happily married, and Caduceus has a lot more relationship counselling to feel responsible for. (Also wondering what a follower of the Wildmother's reaction to an undead vampire would be, and if there might be a fun angle there.)

#bashter

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Regarding the donor thing in 6x04

(Reposting my answer to an ask here so it ends up on the tag because my main blog is currently shadow banned - I’ve appealed, but tumblr staff is working slow)

@blutterlie asked:

hey hi just wanted to say i had the exact same thought about 911 and one of its main themes/messages being how biology doesn't = family. and therefore buck going through with the sperm donation could totally fit in with that theme/message. i could really see the show depicting it as a positive/healing thing for buck, where he's like, "i'm happy i made these people happy!" and i can definitely see eddie being surprised but supportive. realistically i don't see eddie being all like, "don't do this, you already have a kid!" anyway, just wanted to throw in a supporting voice to your viewpoint lol i'll be interested to see if we're right!

Hi, thank you! Yeah, that's my take too.

I also think it really depends a lot on the mindset of a person. Buck, a year or two ago, might have viewed it differently. Let me try to elaborate if I can sort through that vague feeling I have in my mind, lol.

So, Buck, who always yearned for connection, for meaningful relationships, for a real family, but never truly believed and trusted that he could have it, that he had that impact and importance in someone's life - that Buck knowing there was a kid out there that was biologically his but not being able to play a significant role in that kid's life? That Buck would have been devastated, because he'd see it as possibly his only chance of ever having anything resembling a real family, and that chance turning into another instance of rejection, of "not being good enough" to actually matter in a significant way. Just parts to be used to achieve a goal for somebody else.

But I don't think he's that person anymore. I truly believe he's grown so much and he's made peace with his past - never fully, of course; something like that always stays with you to some extent, but enough to move on from it. He's way more confident in his own importance and significance for others; he still has a bit to go for it to establish so deeply that he finds himself fully "at ease and peace", but he's on his way there. (The way the conflict regarding being interim caption resolved quite easily and beautifully was a perfect sign for his growth; instead of taking from it all the reasons why he isn't worthy, he simply accepted it and didn't think any worse of himself for it).

I think the missing puzzle piece here is Eddie and Christopher, because, as much as Buck knows at this point that he matters to both of them a great fucking deal, they're still one step away from becoming an actual family. Buck knows he's important to Chris, but he also still thinks he's more of a backup plan. He needs to know and see that he's much more than that. And I truly believe this is what we're about to get, within this season.

And once he's there, whatever moments of doubt he may have in the coming months about the sperm donor situation, he will fully realize what I said in my initial post and you said in that ask. He IS a father. Christopher isn't biologically his, but he can love him as much as if he were, and he can play a significant role in his life. And on the other hand, Connor and his wife's baby is biologically his, but that's just chemistry, just a sequence of amino acids that happen to match his own roughly 50%. It doesn't make him a father, it doesn't make them have any kind of connection.

Lastly, as I said, Buck before would have seen this as him just being "parts to be used", but other than when his parents made him with no agency on his side about it all, here, he chose to do it. He wasn't thrown into it against his will, he freely chose to do something for someone else. And not because he thinks helping others is his only worth in the world. I cannot explain it, but watching all those scenes I felt like it was a decision that, yes, was big and a bit frightening, but it was also closure on the whole being made to save his brother thing. Because this time he was the one with the power to decide. He was able to take his trauma and turn it into something positive, productive, something that reflects his nature of wanting to help others but fully keeping his agency while doing it.

I'm really hoping this is the angle they're going with this, because it would be such a huge step of growth for Buck.

The more I think about it, the more I actually love this story line (and yep, before the ep yesterday I was all on board of "somebody/ideally Eddie is gonna talk him out of it!" train).

#evan buckley #911 spoilers #911onfox #buddie

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cowherderess · 1 year

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I posted 848 times in 2022

43 posts created (5%)

805 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@dollsome-does-tumblr

@allthingseurope

@thatsrightjohngoodman

@jakeperalta

@ohtendril

I tagged 835 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#queue - 187 posts

#i want to go to there - 87 posts

#tv: ted lasso - 79 posts

#rebecca x ted - 41 posts

#the nanny - 40 posts

#art - 35 posts

#photography - 34 posts

#rebecca welton - 28 posts

#about me - 28 posts

#wordle and variations - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 132 characters

#(altho i don’t really believe that luke wouldn’t get a valentines gift for lorelai!! when gift-giving seems to be his love language)

My Top Posts in 2022:

you’re gonna be alright, chapter 6

“You know,” he went on, “I’m glad I caught ya. I came up to your office yesterday, actually, but Yasmina told me you weren’t here.”

“I wasn’t,” she agreed.

There was an awkward pause, as he clearly expected her to elaborate, and she didn’t. She hung up her coat and bag, took out her laptop, and went to her desk.

“Well,” he tried to recover, “hope everything’s okay. Anyway, I brought you a little something.” He dropped his backpack onto the chair, and rummaged through it for what turned out to be a little pink box.

Well, that was odd. “Oh–”

“Yeah! Cookies. Or as y’all call them here, biscuits, right? Though I do not recommend you smother these in gravy.” He held out the box, his face alit with the same eager anticipation with which he’d awaited her punchline downstairs.

“Ted, I don’t really–”

She was a little relieved when he kept talking, because she wasn’t quite sure where she’d been going with that. I don’t really–

–eat sugar? That was true, or had been. But she didn’t want to get into that.

–want one? That wasn’t true, unfortunately; the biscuits’ buttery scent wafted enticingly through the box.

–think that’s appropriate? No, it wasn’t, because she was his employer. They weren’t friends. Rosie at her old office had liked to bake, but Rosie brought in her desserts for everyone to share. (Was that really fifteen years ago? God.)

“Come on now.” He opened the box to reveal three pieces of shortbread, pale gold and sparkling with sugar. “Take a lookie there.”

“Those do look good,” she had to admit.

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WIP title tag game

Thanks for tagging me @thatsrightjohngoodman !

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips.

(This is just my Ted Lasso folder, since although I do technically have unfinished works for other fandoms, I don’t know when I’ll ever get back to them)

felice di stare lassù

i was lost for you to find

love and laughter and peace ever after

a most rare vision

the other side of someday

you’re gonna be alright

Tagging: @dangermaureenrobinson @itsagutthing @broadwaybaggins @heavyuponmyskin @carebohe and anyone else who’d like to do it!

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you’re gonna be alright Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ted Lasso/Rebecca Welton Characters: Rebecca Welton, OC: Oliver Mannion, OC: Amy Mannion, Rupert Mannion, Leslie Higgins, Julie Higgins (Ted Lasso), Bex (Ted Lasso), Ted Lasso Additional Tags: tw: emotional abuse Series: Part 1 of Young Mannion Summary: AU - How Rebecca's divorce, her subsequent feelings about Rupert, and her relationship with Ted might have developed if she and Rupert had children.

Snippet of Chapter 5:

The first day of the new year was also the first day that she would go to the club as its owner.

That morning, she was dressed but not ready. She stepped in front of her mirror in a tight dress and tall heels that had felt thrilling when she had first tried them on, but now felt only overwhelming, as she had to consider actually leaving the house in them.

She smoothed her hands down her skirt, and turned around, to her daughter who sat cross-legged on her bed. “What do you think?”

Amy tilted her head, appraising. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear high heels before.”

“You haven’t.” She stepped out of those shoes, intending to go back to her closet and find–

“No, keep them! I like them.” Amy scooted off the bed and came to stand beside her, stretching up onto her tiptoes. “D’you think I’ll be tall like you when I grow up? Right now I’m the median height in my class. We all measured ourselves, for an activity for maths.” She fell back to flat-foot, but immediately tried again. “I think it’d be fun to be tall. I am taller than Alfie which is good because he’s very annoying. He’s the one who told me that blue couldn’t be my favorite color cos it’s a 'boy color.'” She rolled her eyes. “Boys.”

Rebecca laughed, and held onto Amy’s shoulder as she stepped back into her heels, rather pleased with herself that her daughter seemed not to have learned the same shame that her own ladylike mother had ingrained in her as a gangly girl.

“Your father’s tall too, so it’s quite possible you will be, one day. And,” she added with fervor, “don’t ever let the Alfies of the world tell you that’s a bad thing.” She pulled her into a side hug. “Now I suppose I should go! But I’ll be home before dinner, alright?”

“Alright.” Amy nodded. “Good luck on your first day!”

Her daughter’s little face was so earnest, and deep down she felt a flicker of doubt about her plan. But she willed it away.

Read the rest at AO3.

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Tagged by @itsagutthing, thank you! 💜

+ Last song: “Orpheus” by Sara Bareilles (I always love her, but Into the Woods reminded me just how much I do, and I’ve had my whole Sara B playlist on repeat)

+ Last movie: Knocked Up. My sister and I had stumbled upon This Is 40 the night before, and surprisingly liked it. Knocked Up (which we watched because it has some of the same characters), however, is more like what I’d thought Judd Apatow movies were– not my taste.

+ Currently watching: Call the Midwife and Girls5eva!

+ Currently reading: According to Goodreads I’m “currently reading” four books, which actually means that I haven’t read more than a page of anything in ages :( Work has been exhausting lately. But when I can focus again, I hope to return to:

Frankenstein in Baghdad

Red Fortress: History and Illusion in the Kremlin

Wondrous Journeys in Strange Lands

Halcyon Journey: In Search of the Belted Kingfisher

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better (no pressure!): @broadwaybaggins @thatsrightjohngoodman @freetobegrace @ohtendril @imlorelai @amillionmillionvoices @thesumdancekid @jakeperalta @odakota-rose

8 notes - Posted May 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

tagged by: @itsagutthing 💛

last song: I’ve been very into “My Best Friend’s Weddings” by the Chicks this month (my top track on spotify). the song i literally just listened to was “Donal agus Morag” by Altan (I just watched the ep of Derry Girls where they encounter an Irish speaker and it inspired me to listen to my Irish playlist. I have, intermittently, over the years, attempted to learn Irish myself)

last show/series: Gilmore Girls rewatch

currently watching: Derry Girls season 3, and I’m catching up on Abbott Elementary. (edit: And Bake-Off! I forgot!)

favorite color: pink

sweet, spicy, or savory: i’ve got a terrible sweet tooth

currently reading: I just finished Clanlands by Sam Heughan and Graham McTavish, who co-star on Outlander–– it’s a travelogue about a trip they took around Scotland together. I found them a bit annoying as people sometimes, but their love of Scotland and its history got me through. My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go.

what i'm working on: I have an ongoing multichap for Ted Lasso which I hope to finish before season 3 (since i started it before season 2, ha ha... multichaps were a mistake) and also a ficlet for the Halloween 1p4a

currently obsessed with: Ted Lasso, of course. Also, watching how the leaves are changing each day on the route I walk to work.

tagging: @broadwaybaggins @coachlasso @carebohe @dollsome-does-tumblr @jakeperalta @ohtendril @dee-thequeenbee @avasrhodes or anyone who wants to!

8 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#still mad about Vineyard Valentine in the year of our lord 2022 lol #(some parts of it anyway)#my tumblr 2022 year in review

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