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body ink || e. williams

summary: you tattoo ellie's thigh. it's a bit of a compromising position, and it leads you down an unexpected road. female reader.

warnings: smut!, fingering (e receiving), oral (e receiving), tattoo guns, mentions of a needle, tattoos? finger sucking?? not beta read (i didn't even read tbis through once)

a/n: i've risen from the dead. lets chat, my inbox is open :)

e.williams

Hey! I've gone thru your page and I love your work. Especially your big pieces, they're sick asf. I was wondering if you had any openings for July?

y/ntattoos

hi! i'm glad you like my work, thank you for the kind words! i've got a couple openings in july, when can you come in?

e.williams

I can come in whenever. I'll make time for it if I have to...I don't care when, as long as you're the one doing it haha

y/ntattoos

how does july 13th at 1pm sound?

e.williams

That works!

y/ntattoos

perfect. what are you looking to get done?

e.williams

I was looking to get something kind of floral but not super...soft, yk?

y/ntattoos

so not super feminine? like no roses?

e.williams

Yeah, exactly like that. I don't have a design in mind...I kind of wanted you to design it? I'll pay extra for it I don't mind, but I saw your other designs on your page and liked your style lol

y/ntattoos

okay, tell you what: i'll draw up a couple designs and send them your way before the appointment. sound okay?

e.williams

Yes! Perfect.

y/ntattoos

cool cool. i'll send you the quote once we choose a design. how big were you thinking? and where?

e.williams

I was thinking on my thigh...? I know some artists won't do thighs so if you're uncomfortable w that it's cool!

I was hoping to cover most of my thigh tho

y/ntattoos

haha dw about it. i'm fine with the thigh. trust me, i'm sure i've had weirder requests.

e.williams

Oh yeah? Like what?

y/ntattoos

had a guy a few weeks ago who wanted a full portrait of his grandma on his ass.

e.williams

Oh my goddd. Did you do it?

y/ntattoos

...

$300 is $300...

e.williams

At least I know you're cool with a thigh 😭

y/ntattoos

absolutely. well, i've got some more dms to answer but i'll get to drawing up your design asap. i'll be in touch, thanks ellie :)

e.williams

Sweet. Have a good one :)

ellie walked into your tattoo shop about fifteen minutes early, to which the receptionist told her to take a seat as you were still finishing up with another client. "she shouldn't be too long."

you had reached out to ellie with five or six amazing designs, all of which she loved. she had such a hard time choosing between all of them, but you managed to rework her favourite parts of each design into one. you both finally came up with a tattoo design that she was obsessed with.

ellie half expected you to be a middle-aged woman with black lipstick and face tattoos, maybe even half of your head shaved and the other side bright pink. your page didn't feature any photos of yourself, just your work.

so when you came waltzing out from the studio and into the foyer, ellie thought you were the client.

"hey, your next client is here," jess said, gesturing to ellie in the chair by the entrance scrolling her phone.

"thanks, jess," you said before approaching ellie. "ellie?"

she looked up from her phone at you, completely startled by who was in front of her. a girl about her age, fucking gorgeous. there's no way you could've developed such skill in so little time.

"hi, yes, that's, uh, that's me," she said as she stood, shoving her phone in her pocket.

"nice to finally meet you," you said, holding your hand out for her to shake. her breath hitched slightly as she took yours.

"you too," she mumbled.

"i'll take you back into the studio now, i've just gotta wipe everything down from my last client." you started walking into the back and she followed you.

"cool, cool ," she said nervously.

this wasn't her first tattoo. she knew what it felt like. she wasn't sweating, stuttering, and shaking before she caught a glimpse of you.

her breath caught in her throat when she realized that you'd have to sit between her legs for most of the appointment.

she was so fucked.

she stood awkwardly playing with her fingers as you sanitized the tools and the chair, listening to you hum slightly to the music playing. she could hear the buzz of the tattoo gun from other artists in the space tattooing other clients.

in the back, an older man was tattooing a woman on the back of her knee. that had to hurt. next to them was a older woman tattooing a woman not much older than you two.

"alright, we're all set. i'm just gonna put this up," you said, unfolding one of those old-timey partitions that princesses change behind in the movies. "it's just to give us a bit of privacy, since you're getting tattooed in a bit more of an exposed place, you know?"

"oh yeah, that makes sense. thanks."

"don't thank me," you laughed. "okay, not to be too forward or anything, but if you brought shorts to change into, i'll give you a minute. if not, i'm cool with you just taking your pants off."

ellie laughed nervously, knowing it didn't even cross her mind to bring shorts. "take me out to dinner first, damn," she chuckled, starting to undo her belt buckle.

you pretended to occupy yourself with putting your gloves on and preparing your table as she took her pants and shoes off, leaving her in her black boxers, your mouth watering a little at her toned thighs.

"you can hop up on the chair when you're done. if you can just like, throw one leg over each side— yeah, like that. perfect."

ellie couldn't believe that she was borderline straddling a tattoo chair in her boxers right now. in front of you, especially. fuck.

without much warning, you slid your swivel chair almost between her legs.

"left or right?"

"uh, i write with my right hand, but i can do some things with my left?" she swallowed hard.

you laughed, "are you getting it on your left or right thigh?"

"oh, uh," god, she was an idiot. "left."

"cool. i'm gonna put the stencil on, then you can look in the mirror and see if you like it. 'kay?"

she nodded, watching you peel the film from the stencil, trying her hardest not to tense up when your soft fingers placed the stencil onto her milky skin, sending shivers straight to her centre.

when she looked at it in the mirror, she grinned, rotating her leg around to get a good look. "fuck, that's sick. i'd be content with just the stencil, you know."

you smiled at her through the mirror. "well hopefully you'll like it better once it's actually shaded."

once you had her back in the chair, you began prepping your gun. "okay, i know you've had a tattoo before, i saw that piece on your arm. so you know what to expect, right?"

"yeah. yeah, i'll be fine."

"okay. if you need a break, just let me know, kay? thighs can be sensitive." you switched the gun on.

"will do."

you began the outlining, humming to yourself over the buzz of the gun. she watched your face focused on the lines, keeping a steady hand.

"who did your arm piece?" you said as you wiped the ink away, making brief eye contact with her.

"oh, my ex-girlfriend did it. she bought a cheap tattoo gun when we were teenagers and i was her test subject i guess."

"cute," you said. "i was just curious." you went back to tattooing her thigh.

ex-girlfriend. that piqued your interest. i mean, it was kind of a given based on the fact that she was wearing boxers and looked like the idea of men repulsed her. and the way she took you in when she first saw you. like she was thirsty. and she was so fine, the way you could see her thigh clench and feel it under your fingers making you want to take her right behind that privacy partition.

"my ex let me tat her too. she was brave. let me do an entire leg sleeve my first time."

"oh?"

"yeah. it kind of ended badly though, so she probably regrets it."

ellie sighs, "that's the beauty of being into girls. they fuck you up."

"amen," you said, looking up at her again.

you made small talk as you worked. you found out that she was a university student studying astrophysics, that she works with her dad in the summer as a contractor to make some extra cash, that she teaches guitar throughout the school year, and that she's an artist herself (her media of choice being oil paints). she even told you that she missed work with her dad today specifically to come.

you quite enjoyed how she'd tilt her head back when you shaded some more painful areas, the cords in her neck more prominent and the column of her throat exposed.

four and a half hours later, the tattoo was finished, and you placed the second skin over her tattoo. you gave her all the aftercare instructions, going over the dos and don'ts. she held her breath when you didn't move your hand from her knee until you told her to go look at it in the mirror.

"holy fuck!?"

"...is that a good reaction or a bad reaction?"

"it's fucking amazing! jesus christ, that's so fucking cool. oh my god. you're amazing."

you blushed and thanked her as you watched her check it out in the mirror, inspecting it and gushing over how detailed it was.

she put her pants and shoes back on and you walked her out to reception.

"i've got this one, jess. take a smoke break," you said, smiling at your receptionist. she thanked you and scurried into the back room.

"alright ellie, that's $200."

"what? you quoted me at $350?"

you just smiled and looked at her, leaning forward against the counter. "pretty girl discount."

her face turned red as she took out her wallet and grinned. she counted out the money, laying $200 in cash against the counter.

"you gonna give the next client who walks through that door today a pretty girl discount, or is it just me?"

"actually, you're my last. and for the record, you're the first to get the discount."

she smiled and returned to her wallet, folding up more bills. after you put the money in the register, she leaned forward and tucked a stack of folded bills into the front pocket of your shirt, pulling you in close. "pretty girl tip."

you bit your lip as you looked at her. her eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips, finally deciding on your eyes. "you said i'm your last client, yeah?"

"yeah," you breathed.

"what're you doing after this, then?"

"well, a pretty girl hasn't asked me to go home with her yet, so i guess i'll probably pick up a coffee and—"

"come home with me?" she breathed, leaning in slightly. "please."

you giggled, "like i could say no to that."

tired of her teasing, her breath eternally fanning over your lips, you grabbed her and pulled her into you over the counter. your lips met and she groaned into the kiss, pulling away after a few seconds. she held her car keys up and shook them, "you ready, babe?"

she had you pressed up against the wall as soon as she kicked her door shut behind her, hands all up in your hair, lips bruising against yours. you kissed her back fervently. your hand slid down to her core, feeling the wetness through her boxers and jeans. she whimpered into your open mouth at the feeling.

"fuck, you're so wet, ellie."

"then do something about it," she said, hiding her smirk in your neck as she sucked hickeys into it.

"then take me to your bed."

she led you to her room, closing and locking the door, just in case. you pushed her flannel from her shoulders and undid her belt buckle, undoing the buttons on her jeans and sliding them down her legs, being careful of her thigh. she groaned.

"this doesn't seem fair," she said, grabbing the bottom of your shirt and sliding it off. she slid your pants down your legs and threw them onto the floor. "that's better."

she laid on top of you, caging you in, undoing your bra and sucking on your tits, trailing kisses down to your stomach. "fuck, so beautiful," she groaned.

you pressed your knee gently into her core, "still want me to take care of that?"

"fuck, yeah."

you flipped her over so her ass hung off the edge of the bed and you got on your knees on the carpeted floor. she propped herself up on your elbows, watching your every move.

you began running your finger over her covered core, soaked so good that your finger was covered in her wetness when you took it away, bringing it to your lips.

"please, fuck, i need more, take them off," she said, bucking her hips up.

you hummed, "but i'm enjoying myself, el."

"please, i need you so bad y/n."

"what do you need ellie? tell me."

"i need your fingers, your mouth, anything. i'll do anything. just need you," she begged, shame gone.

"you're lucky you're insanely hot."

you slid her boxers off, watching the strings of slick that connected her pussy to the fabric. you laid your head against the thigh that wasn't freshly tattooed, tracing your finger through her dripping core.

"open up for me, honey," you instructed, gently spreading her thighs further apart.

she let out the most guttural moan when your tongue finally slid through her folds, collecting her juices on your tongue. her hands found your hair and pulled gently, making you moan into her cunt.

you sucked her clit gently, sending waves of pleasure up her spine. when your middle finger slid into her entrance she tried to muffle her moan with the back of her hand, but you yanked it away. "wanna hear you, el. don't do that."

"fuck, you're too good. fuckkk."

"you almost there el? can feel you clenchin' around me," you said, sliding another finger in and returning your mouth to lapping at her folds, paying special attention to her bundle of nerves.

she hummed and nodded fervently. with every thrust in and out, you felt her clench around you, a small white ring forming around the base of your fingers.

"fuck, fuck! i'm gonna— ohhhhh god—!"

you lapped up all of her release that you could, only coming up for air once she had to push your head away from the overstimulation.

you wiped her release from your face with the back of your hand and brought your fingers to her lips, "open."

she grabbed your wrist and obeyed, swirling her tongue around your digits and closing her eyes. "see how good you taste?"

she released them with a 'pop'. "i bet you taste better."

"i seriously doubt that."

"you've been between my legs twice today. i think it's my turn to be between yours. take your panties off."

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griffin-girl-r · 6 months

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Blackhill requests you say? Dw I got you covered!

Natasha and Maria are both happily married with an 8 year old daughter (r) when r’s dad enters the picture (r was conceived in the red room so he’s a bad guy who Nat had a one night stand with at some point idk)

She's mine

Created: 11.11.2023

Finished: 16.11.2023

Edited: 17.11.2023

Age: 8

Word count: 2,935

Warnings: Homophobia , Mentions of sexual assult , Abandonment , Misogyny

Anymore let me know

Request: Yes (Tumblr user) (@ravensinthedaylight)

Pairings: BlackHill, Natasha Romanoff x Lev Ilyin (Original!Evil!Character) (Past mention)

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Natasha and Maria were quietly sitting on the couch in their living room, snuggled closer to each other as their 8-year-old daughter, Y/N, was sandwiched in between the two women.

'Lilo and Stitch', Y/N's favorite movie was playing on the TV and their little girl was absolutely fascinated about everything that was happening in it as if she wasn't seeing this movie for the millionth time.

Natasha had to buy 40 new DVDs with the movie, in the last 7 years since its release, because Y/N watched them so often that they quickly got scratched and, therefore, almost useless.

Natasha could only blame her wife for introducing their daughter to this movie.

Now, truth be told, Maria wasn't actually the other biological parent of Y/N.

Years ago, when Natasha was still a young mere prisoner of her own life, she was forced by the organization that had taken care of her training to have intimate relationships with a man she didn't even know.

More of like, being offered against her own will by the Red Room to one of their men but that is all in the past.

She was ready to keep living with everything that happened to her as long as the only good thing that came out of everything, her daughter, was by her side.

A knock at the front door interrupted Y/N's innocent giggles and the little family looked confused towards the door.

Who could be at the door at this late hour?

"I'm coming!" Maria shouted, carefully moving Y/N's sleepy body, who was using Maria as a pillow, away

"I'll get it." Natasha quickly placed her hand on Maria's arm, stopping her

Maria looked at Natasha for a second and the agent wanted to protest but the reassuring smile the redhead was wearing was too tempting.

"As you wish, my love." Maria smiled back

"I'll be quick." Natasha quickly peaked her wife's lips, then stood up, making her way towards the front door

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Natasha opened the front door, unaware of the darkness that was lurking just on the other side of it.

A sickening smirk formed on the face of the man who was standing just in front of the red-headed woman.

"Hello, Natalia." He said "Long time no see. Did you miss me?"

Natasha froze in place for a moment as she took in the sight of the man she never thought she would see again.

Memories of a long-forgotten time had resurfaced in her mind.

She shook her head "No..." Natasha whispered "What are you doing here?"

"Well, you know..." The man began "I came to take back what's mine."

Natasha looked at the man, her eyes widening in shock.

"You are not going to take my daughter away from me!" She protectively declared

"Our daughter, my darling." The man corrected her "Oh, and what makes you think that I'm here just for our daughter?" He chuckled "I am here for you as well, Natalia. You are mine just as much as our daughter is." He stated as a matter of factly "How is she, by the way?"

The man took a step forward, walking uninvited inside Natasha's home, and looked around.

"I bet she grew up a lot in the time I haven't seen her." He added when Natasha hesitated to answer his question

"Leave her alone, Lev." Natasha raised her voice "She's innocent. She doesn't have anything to do with all this madness. I thought you were busy planning the world's dominance. How come you have come for us after all this time? How come that HYDRA let you leave their safe prison."

"How?" Lev chuckled "I was never a prisoner at HYDRA, to begin with, unlike you. I am one of their highest-ranked agents. Why do you think they offered you to me out of all people?" He explained "Now I am here to claim what's mine. And this time, neither you nor our little girl will run away. I will find you anywhere."

Anger raised inside of Natasha just as much as fear built inside her.

She couldn't believe her eyes. She couldn't believe that after all this time, the man who hurt her and took advantage of her body was here to claim something he never took part in.

More specifically, in the raising of Y/N, which he had no right over.

"Just leave us alone." Natasha shouted

"You wish!" Lev laughed sadistically

From inside the living room, Maria's ears picked up on the raising tone of her wife's voice, and her instincts kicked in, telling her to go and check what was happening.

"Stay here, baby." Maria kissed your head "Mom is gonna go and quickly check if Mama is okay out there and see who is at the door."

"Okay, Mom." You replied distracted as your attention was fully focused on the movie

Maria stood up and with one last ruffle of your hair, she made her way towards the front door.

"Honey?" Maria called Natasha confused, as she took in the sight of the unknown man sitting in front of her wife "Are you okay? Who's is he?" She pointed to the man "Were you expecting someone?"

"So this is that so-called wife of yours I've heard about." The man smiled "Well it's nice to meet my replacement but we have to leave, Natalia."

Maria looked confused between Natasha and the man for a second.

"What do you mean you have to leave?" Maria asked "Babe?" She turned her head towards Natasha, waiting for her answer

Natasha looked up from the floor, directly into Maria's eyes and the brunette could see the tears that were present in her wife's eyes, causing Maria's instincts to heighten immediately as a surge of protectiveness overflowed her senses.

When Natasha begged Maria to help her just with one look, Maria pushed Natasha behind her with a swift move.

"I don't know who you are." Maria said, her muscles tensing "But I'll have to ask you to leave. Nicely." Se ordered the man through gritted teeth

"You have no right to tell me to leave." The man laughed "I am here to claim what's mine and you, weak woman, will never be able to make me leave."

Just then, Maria's brain clicked on what was happening and she understood who the man that was standing in front of her was.

"You monster." Maria whispered angrily "I know exactly who you are."

"Well..." The man raised his arms, proud of who he was "It took you some time to figure that out." He sang "I expected you to be smarter than this."

"This is the last time I am asking you nicely to leave this house. That unless you want to have some serious problems." Maria said once again

"Oh, come on." The man chuckled sarcastically "You don't expect me to be afraid of a woman and especially of you, don't you?"

"Well, I wouldn't say the same thing if I were you." Maria tilted her head "I am ready to do anything to protect my family."

"Your family?!" The man shouted "They're mine! I am going to take my belongings and leave."

"They are staying here." Maria protested "You don't even know how my daughter is named, let alone have any right over her. I raised her ever since she was a five-month-old baby. I was the one who changed her diapers, checked for any monsters under her bed, and loved her, not you." She hissed "And the same goes for my wife. She's mine for a reason."

From the corner of her eye, Maria saw some movement right behind her, and she saw the man's smirk growing wider.

"Aha, my sweet girl!" The man cheerfully exclaimed "I finally came home. Are you excited to see me?"

Y/N silently peeked at the man from behind her moms.

"Mama?" You called shyly "Who's that?" You pointed towards the man

"No one, baby." Natasha quickly tried to make you leave "Just go back to the movie, okay? Me and Mom will be there very soon."

"Mom?" Lev raised his eyebrow "There is no such thing as another mom. I am your other parent, sweetheart." The man tried to tempt you in a sweet tone "I came here so you could have a normal family. I am your Dad." He declared

"Dad?" You asked confused, looking up towards Natasha "I have no dad. I have Mama and Mom. I already have two parents."

"Well, your parents must be a mom and a dad, not two moms." Lev tried to turn you against your mothers

"But, I love my moms." You innocently declared "They love me and we're always having fun. And Mom always carries me on her shoulders and buys me ice cream, while Mama reads me bedtime stories and gives me the best hugs in the world."

But just before you got to finish your sentence, the man snatched you away by your arm and forcefully held you in place.

You let out a terrified scream as tears quickly made their way down your cheeks.

"Mama!" You screamed out in fear, begging Natasha to help you

"Leave her alone!" Natasha screamed as she tried to grab you back from the men, but she didn't manage to "My baby!"

"Leave my child alone!" Maria threatened "That's my daughter you're holding there. You just don't get it."

"These two girls are mine! And she's coming with me." He pointed towards you

"She's mine!" Maria shouted as she grabbed your other arm quickly and pulled you towards her with all her force, causing the man to loosen his grip on you "They are both mine!" Maria declared as she quickly shoved you behind her to shield you from anything, just as she has done with Natasha "I don't know what's the reason behind your actions and what your evil plan is, but you must leave right now!"

Lev, in a fraction of a second, lifted his arm and punched Maria in the face.

Natasha let out a horrified gasp, her hands instinctively flying to her mouth to cover it in order to muffle any sound.

"Mom!" You screamed, afraid that your mom was badly hurt

"It's okay, kid. Mom is okay." Maria reassured you as she looked towards the man "So, you want to fight?" She nodded, taking a deep breath "Alright then, that's what you'll get."

And just like that, Maria delivered a punch back towards the man and a fight started.

Natasha wanted to help her wife, but she also knew that you needed protection and reassurance as she took two steps backward, shielding you with her body.

Kicks and punches were thrown around from both sides and just as the fight was getting more violent, a blowing sound was heard and the door of their house was slammed open.

"S.H.I.E.L.D., get down!" A deep voice shouted as agents armed with weapons burst inside their home

—

"This won't end like this!" Lev shouted as he tried to fight his restraints, just as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agents escorted him away

"We'll see about that, Lev Ilyin!" Maria shouted behind him before she quickly turned her attention back to her wife and daughter "You're okay." She said in a rushed but reassuring voice "Everything is okay now, my sweethearts." The brunette woman pulled you and your mama in her arms "No one's ever gonna be able to take you away from me, I'm here and I will always protect you, you both are mine and no one else's."

Your small whimpers broke both Maria and Natasha's hearts.

Natasha held you tightly in her arms "It's okay, baby, it's okay. You're okay." Natasha kissed the top of your head and you hid your face in her stomach

Your cries slowly turned into quiet sniffs as you basked in the protection you felt from both your mothers as Maria protectively held you and Natasha closer to her.

"You're both okay." Maria whispered "We're all okay."

Natasha raised her head and looked at her wife's face, a gasp escaping the redhead's lips.

"Masha, you're hurt!" Natasha worriedly looked at Maria's bruised face and raised her hand to touch her wife's cheek

Maria tenderly grabbed Natasha's hand, stopping her from touching her cheek.

"It's okay, my love." Maria reassured "It's nothing. I just need a little bit of care from you and our little princess and I'll be all healed in no time."

"I'm sorry." Natasha whispered on the verge of crying "I never expected to see him again."

"None of that!" Maria sternly declared "You have no fault in this. Okay?"

"But Maria..." Natasha began before sighing when she saw the look on Maria's face and the spy changed the subject "How did the agents show up just on time?"

"Well, I kind of activated the alarm I have on my bracelet and they were alerted when I realized who Lev was." Maria shrugged her shoulders as if it wasn't such a big deal

"You sneaky agent." Natasha chuckled, a gleam of proudness shining in her eyes

"Well, what can I say?" Maria tried to sniffle her laughter "I am prepared for any situation."

But just as they hugged again, the sweet moment of the small family of three was interrupted by Nick Fury, who walked inside the room holding a file in his hand.

"Agent Hill. Agent Romanoff." He nodded, greeting the women "I want to thank you for catching one of the most wanted criminals on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s list.

"Well, you know..." Maria turned annoyed towards Fury, angry that he disturbed their moment "He kind of messed up with my family. I had to do something about it."

"As a thanks, I have a very special mission for you both." Fury stated "I need your help and you have just proven to me that you're both fit for this mission."

Natasha sighed, rolling her eyes "I knew there was something about you showing up here, Nick, not just because of Lev Ilyin."

"You know me, Agent Romanoff." He stated unimpressed, extending his hand towards them, offering them the file "Ilyin is just another trophy to our collection."

The couple grabbed the file from his hand and Natasha opened it, looking at the name of their next target that was written on the first page with big, bold letters.

"Tony Stark?" Maria asked confused "Isn't he that annoying, reckless man who thinks he's smart just because he has money and who wears sunglasses at parties that take place at night?"

"You couldn't have described Stark better, Agent Hill." Fury nodded "That's why I need Agent Romanoff to infiltrate inside his company. You have all the information there. You're getting a new alias and your mission is to protect him as danger is too close to him right now. We need to take action or the next events will have a turn for the worst if we don't intervene in this." He explained before adding "For the whole globe, not just for Stark."

"Consider it done." Natasha nodded, accepting the mission

"I promise you both, you won't regret helping with this mission." Fury looked in between the two women

"We hope we won't, Sir." Maria squinted her eyes

And just like that, Fury turned around and left without adding any other word.

Maria peeked at the page where all the details about Natasha's new identity were and quickly scanned the page with her eyes, reading the important details.

"Well, I see he didn't think too much about a new name." Maria said teasingly "Come on! Natalie Rushman? He could do better than that. And you were supposed to be a model?" She chuckled "No way!"

"Oh, shut up." Natasha playfully smacked Maria's arm "Let's just leave the mission for another time, okay? I have enough time later to study this role."

"All right, Miss Rushman." Maria laughed, wrapping her arms around Natasha's shoulders while taking a gentle hold of Y/N's small hand "I think we had a movie to watch."

"Stitch!" You cheered excitedly

"Yeah, baby, Stitch!" Natasha lovingly smiled down at you as you all made your way back to the living room

—

That night, Maria lay awake in the bed she and her wife shared.

Natasha and their daughter were sound asleep as today's events drained them out of energy.

The brunette agent turned on her side with a sigh and scanned the faces of her two loves in the darkness.

"No one will ever be able to take you away from me." Maria whispered "I promise you both that we will forever be a family regardless of our past or of what other people might think about us."

Maria slowly leaned closer and kissed your cheek.

"You're so loved, Y/N." The brunette whispered in your ear "And so are you, Tasha." She also pressed a gentle kiss against Natasha's cheek "You're my blessings and I'm the luckiest woman in the world to have you both."

What happened today, helped not only Natasha and Maria, but also you, to realize how lucky you were to have each other and on how much love your small family was actually built on.

Maria vowed to fight until her last breath, just so she could keep you and Natasha safe, as her love for her girls knew no bounds.

And just as Stitch has said.

'Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten.'

And a true family is built on love, not blood.

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zushikiss · 1 year

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A kiss will make it better!

summary ; them asking for a kiss while being injured

warnings ; mentions of wounds and blood! nothing too fatal and i don't overly describe them so dw ^^, use of petnames!

pairings ; venti, heizou, childe, ayato x gn!reader

notes ; y'know it alr, another repost!

─ VENTI

venti almost never comes home with wounds, you don't know exactly how but whenever he does he's so pouty about it, he whines that it hurts so much and that you need to take care of him!! and who are you to decline such a tempting request? specially when he's looking at you with those big puppy eyes that you just can't say no to.

"but y/nnn, why don't you tend to my bruises? look! your dearest most beloved bard is bleeding !! doesn't that worry you one bit?"

you sigh as you jokingly roll your eyes, the smile on your face doesn't go unnoticed, venti lets out an amused giggle as you get your first aid kit, he absolutely loves seeing you tend to him.

he simply adores the focused look on your face, your touches are feather-like, you're absolutely trying your best to not press on his wounds, further hurting him.

he makes a satisfied sound as your eyes travel to his face, a genuine smile on his face as he watches you wrap the bandage around his knee, he's sitting on your counter as you try your best to clean the wound but you can't exactly focus with this extremely attractive bard staring at you.

"ven you're staring, stop."

"why? can't i just look at my beautiful s/o as they very carefully tend to my wounds?"

almost a year of being with him yet his words still fluster you, the grin on his face never leaves as you finally finish wrapping his wound with the bandage, your eyes look at him as he only stares right back at you, that giddy smile still on face.

"are you finally satisfied, my love?"

"i don't knoww, maybe a kiss will make me feel better!"

you chuckle as you lean in, your lips are soft against his, the kiss is so delicate and soft, it was somewhat quick but it felt like forever, his smile still evident on his face even after you pull away.

if he gets a kiss like that everytime you tend to his wounds, he might just come home all beat up.

─ HEIZOU

heizou lets out a crooked smile as your eyes instantly fill with worry, how could you not be worried? your dear detective comes home late at night and with a wound on his head!

"zou i thought you said you were gonna be careful.."

you said with a slight pout as he enters the bedroom, he faceplants onto the bed as he hugs your waist, your hand instinctively playing with his hair as he lets out a small hum.

"i was being careful sweetheart, i just didn't expect the ronins to actually use their fists! i was so surprised that it caught me off guard, i'm sorry sweetie.."

"sit up zou, i'll clean it for you, mmk?"

his face lights up as he sits down on the edge of the bed, you grab the first aid kit that was on top of your dresser, after all being wounded wasn't exactly new, specially witj heizou being a detective and all that.

he opens his arms for you as his eyes land on his lap, very clearly looking at it as if gesturing for you to sit, you gave him a slight chuckle as you obliged, grabbing the rag from the first aid kit before taking a seat on his comfortable lap.

his eyes are on you the entire time, admiring you as you tend to his wound, your fingers carefully run over the dried blood with a damp brush as you attempt to clean it up the best you could.

even after you finish, your boyfriend's gaze is still locked onto you, you just looked so goddamn enticing under the dim fluorescent lights of your shared bedroom, hmm this moment would be perfect if you just leaned in a bit to kiss him, his eyes slowly trailing to your lips.

as if you read his mind, you leaned in just enough so you can feel his breath fanning over your face, he looks at you, searching for your consent as you gave him a small nod, he locks his lips with yours, his kisses are always breathtaking, he thinks the same with yours, he can't just kiss you once so he leans in for more.

you struggle to keep up as you kiss back feverishly, he pulls away for breath as his head leans on your shoulder, giving you tiny neck kisses.

"gosh, you are just perfect."

─ CHILDE

well, it is tartaglia we're talking about so do expect him with at least a small wound after work, once you hear the door open you grab the small box filled with several medicines and a couple other things to patch up your dear harbinger.

as if on cue, childe emerges into the room as he sees you on the bed, peacefully waiting for his arrival while reading a book, your eyes immediately land on the small wound on his stomach, his gaze travel to where your eyes are and he removes his top as if to tell you that you can clean it.

it's small enough that you can fit a bandaid on top, you took out a bandaid, some cotton balls, and some alcohol as you start to clean his wound, he lets out a hiss as you swipe the alcohol infused cotton ball over his gash, his hands instinctively searching for yours.

you hold his hand as your thumb sooths over his hand in an attempt to comfort him, it seemed to work, for the most part at least, you put a bandaid on top of the wound to finish it off as he slides into a more comfortable t-shirt.

he lays down as you instinctively lay your head on his chest, wrapping an arm around his figure, trying your best to avoid the wound.

"you missed a step on cleaning my wound."

"huh? no i didn-"

"yes. yes you did. i need my kiss."

he pouts as roll your eyes in faux annoyance, you press his lips against his as his arms pulls you closer, on of your hands land on his chest, the kiss comes to an end as you pull away before admiring your boyfriend, you lay your head on his chest once more as you finally drift off to sleep.

"i don't deserve you y/n, you're too good to me."

─ AYATO

ayato doesn't always go on missions himself, however it seems as if this one expedition just needed his presence, the door to your bedroom opens as your dear yashiro commisioner walks inside.

he was clearly tired, he landed on the bed with a soft thump as he takes his spot besides you, you give him a small smile as you pat his head softly, his lip is busted, dried blood surrounding the small wound.

"let me clean that for you, my darling."

you grab the small box in your bedside table's drawer as you grab a cutip, you drench it in alcohol as you softly run it over ayato's lips.

he slightly winces when the cutip makes contact with his wound, to which you mutter a small sorry, he only smiles as he lets you finish your job, once you throw the used cutip away he pouts at you, inderectly asking for a kiss.

you're used to his antic as you lean in to give him a kiss, it was soft and almost feather-like, his lips barely grazing over yours, yet the kiss was filled with love, he looked at you as he hugged your waist before closing his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep.

well he could get used to this.

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wifeofnatasharomanoff · 1 year

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My Future

Warnings: Angst, fluff?, light makeout, happy ending dw

Words: 621

Summary: You and Nat finally get the life you two always wanted after so many tries.

A/N: OKAY. sooo I don't know if I'm finishing my gone but not forgotten p2 yet :( but I'll still post, feel free to request my loves <3

You smile happily, looking over at your wife playing with your baby. “Detka come here!” you nod, walking over to the pair. “Hey Natty.” she places a kiss on your neck, “Hi sweetie!” you exclaim, picking up the cheerful child.

She sighs, admiring you two. It wasn't always like this.

Two years ago.

You gasp, 2 lines. You were pregnant, Natasha and you had been trying for so long, and it finally worked. You go and knock on your wifes office door.

“Hey, I'm working. What is it?” you fiddled with your fingers, looking down at your hand. “Nothing! I made dinner so.. just telling you that.” she pries her gaze from the paperwork to you, “Well then go eat dinner, it's not like we're going to have anything else to talk about tonight.”

You furrow your brows, not daring to step closer. “Nat you can't eat dinner with me?” she looks back at whatever she was doing, “No. I have work to do, I don't time for that.” you mumble something, she hears you. “What?”

“I don't get you lately.” “What are you talking about?” you scoff, “What am I talking about? Natasha I have spent hours making dinner for us, but you just don't seem to care.” she gets up from her desk, “Then why aren't you eating dinner?”

“Because I'm waiting for you Tasha.” she sighs, rubbing her temple. “I told you, I have work to do. Get the fuck out of my office.” you gasp at her harsh tone, “Fine. But if you wake up alone tomorrow that's all your fault.” you leave the room, going back into the bedroom.

She closes her office door, "She sounds serious, I should go check up on her."

Natasha leaves her office, and walks into your shared bedroom. You weren't in the room, you were in the bathroom. She looks around, but her eye catches something on the nightstand. She picks it up, “Dekta what is this?”

You wipe away stray tears, exiting the bathroom. “Oh it's just–” she looks over at you, “You're pregnant? Y/n why didn't you tell me?” you sit down on the edge of the bed, “You told me you didn't want me in your office.” she frowns, “Are you actually gonna leave me?” you look up at her, sighing. “I don't.. I don't know Natasha.”

She steps close to you, cupping your face with her cold hands. “Y/n.. please.” you falter, giving in and bringing your gaze to her face. “Nat just promise me that.. that you'll change.” the corners of her lips twitch into a small smile, “Yes. I will detka please stay.”

Your breath hitches, gaze flickering down to her lips. “Kiss me Natasha.” she presses her lips against yours, hands intertwining with each others hair. Her tongue slipping into your mouth, swirling around with yours. Soft moans escape the both of you, lips locked till you run out of breath.

She presses her forehead to yours, “I'm so–” her voice cracks, tears pooling in her eyes. “I'm so sorry kotenok, I shouldn't have acted that way. I love you, so, so– so much.” you smile, tears rolling down your face. “I love you too Natasha.”

Present day.

Her gaze moves to your lips, watching you try to get your daughter to fall asleep. You catch her staring at you, “Tasha I can see that.” she smiles innocently, pecking your lips. You chase back, pulling her in for a longer, proper kiss. “I love you.” she smiles against your lips, you smile back. “I love you too.”

The baby stirs, making you break the kiss to rock her again. You wink at your wife before walking off to the nursery, “Motherhood awaits darling.”

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yuyan · 1 year

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"Love?"

{Requests: open}

Pairing: Kaveh x reader

Genre: Fluffy fluff fluff with a lil angst at the end dw about it

TW: Reader is dead

CW: Reader is an artist/writer, Kaveh is a lil insecure, reader comforts Kaveh

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"Hey, why do you love me?" Kaveh mumbled as he dug his head in the crook of your neck, holding you as if you would disappear if he let go.

"Hm? Why do I love you?" you repeat his question, pondering on which of the thousands of reasons flooding your brain you should state. You stared at the ceiling for a moment as you collected your thoughts and then stared back at him with a soft smile on your face. He looked adorable.

"Well, I think there's too many reasons but I can list a few for you," you said, running your fingers through his blonde locks. "First reason is that you're super cute," you said, continuing with a small giggle, "your overdramatic self is endearing and super cute to me."

You felt him smile against your neck so you continued. "Second of all, you're super creative and I think that your creativity not only makes the world around you so interesting but it also shows how intelligent you are, despite how the akedemiya thinks about the arts." "The way you view the world inspires me and it makes our life so much more interesting, especially when you go on those really cute rants about your ideas and how you listen to mine." "Your creativity shows how's intelligent you are to be able to come up with such extravagant ideas and I love you for it."

Kaveh looks up and stares into your eyes for a second. The room was dark but he swore your eyes sparkled anyways. "Is that all?" he asked, in a playfully moody way but you could still make out him beaming in the darkness-mood definitely lifted. He thanked the absence of light silently for it hid from you the rosy blush that dusted his cheeks.

"Well," you start, "there's a lot more but I'll give you one last reason." "I love you because you listen to my rants no matter how silly my ideas are and you indulge me in all my little fantasies that I paint or write," you said, holding him a little closer. "You're there for me, with me when I'm upset or have writers or art block while everyone else would probably tell me I should be writing a boring essay." You kiss his nose. His eyes crinkle and his nose scrunches up a little as he lets out a giggle. "I love you Kaveh."

"I love you too."

A blanket of silence covered the room as you and your lover laid in your bed, in peace, holding each other, for Kaveh never wanted to let go. Even when your body felt cold and all the colour drained from your face, he didn't want to leave. Even when you stopped breathing 5 years ago and all that was left was your ghost and his tears.

╰┈➤ A/n: OK LOOK LISTEN I DID NOT MEAN TO MAKE IT SAD AT THE END. This was supposed to be pure fluff and then I finished it off the next day cause I needed to sleep and uh yeah the brilliant idea of reader dying came into my head. Im sorry.

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kindness-and-friends · 25 days

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//Heya. Mod here. I have good news and bad news

Good news is I'll be pretty blunt with the lore on the souls and stuff! Ask a question about it and I'll probably answer it

Bad news is this blog will be on hiatus :( ill finish the rps tho dw

To put it simply, drama and other projects I need to work on

To put it not simply (This shit is gonna be like a whole essay. Also i didnt proofread it cuz am lazy)

Reason 1: Drama- I honestly don't know what to feel. I started this blog thinking that i can interact with all the underblogs, whatever side they may be on. I kinda wanted this blog to be neutral because I was kinda inspired by underblog💛's. I enjoyed blogs like integrityvictim and such, and followed them (i went feral in some of the reblogs lol) completely aware they were against @/thehumanofjustice. Because I wanted this blog to be enjoyed and disliked by both sides. I wanted this blog to interact with both sides.

It started with incorrect pronouns. Then our small group of underblogs had a vote I wasn't involved in nor knew anything about and out of nowhere human is the 'leader' of the underblogverse. I never liked that idea and I expressed my feelings about it before. Luckily more people can join, but nobody has. I do like the concept of @/underblogmanagement, it's a way for people to interact with others and develop their blogs. But its too early. If anything it shouldn't be called that, it shouldn't have been introduced the way it was, and it shouldn't be made now. If we want to make something like this we have to make it bigger and have every single fucking underblog lend a hand.

I wanted to stop when I got the death threats. I thought that maybe, just maybe, it was a fan of the underblogs trolling, and it wasn't actual underblogs hating me. I still think it is. I also wanted to stop when the shipping got too bad. I didn't want this to be like @/undertaleolive that was known as nothing more than being Clover's 'girlfriend'. I don't get as much asks as I used to, and I know the lot of them are from thehumanofjustice or deputyclover (im not dumb.) The only time this blog can be serious is when I make it serious. I chose to let the anons kill Willow so it could be serious. I chose to let Clover kill Willow so it could be serious. I chose to give Willow those hallucinations and give Xeon a concussion so for once this blog wouldn't just be meme asks and roleplays with close friends of mine. I feel limited.

I think underblogmanagement is dumb. I think this rivalry is dumb. I think this blog is dumb. I think the creation of a whole new tag is dumb. I think the fact that only a portion of human's friends and followers is what makes up my follower count is dumb.

I wanted to be an underblog💛 with a story, not whatever the fuck I am now

Reason 2: Other projects - I'm giving the majority of my focus and motivation on this blog. Any motivation and creativity I have for art and writing gets thrown into here with no recognition. I have other things I need to place my focus on. As @/infinitrix, may know, I haven't updated my askblog in 2 months. Instead of drawing art for that blog, I'm drawing art for this one (only to get like 2 notes). Instead of writing dialogue and lore for that one, I'm writing it for this. If the only people who'll actually see what I post are my friends, I think this blog is nothing more than a waste of motivation. I need to focus on other things, and always worrying whether I have rps to finish or art to make isn't helping at all. The majority of art requests on my main are about this blog, too, and I want to work on art that isn't related to this. The only blogs whose lore I enjoy and would like to know more of are Whisper's, Winnie's, and maybe more that i don't interact with. I do think that if there's only a few people really trying to make their blog interesting while the rest is just shits and giggles, it's useless. I put together lore and relationships and art, and it hardly gets any notes. I can say the same for @/apatientwind who makes amazing art that doesn't get notes, and @/whisper-the-human (im eating your writing style ourgh. Keep up the good work :3). And yeah. Im giving up

I'll finish the last two rps I'm in and then leave. Don't try to start any new ones, I wanna make this quick

So I will finish what's unfinished, and possibly this will become a blog to ask about the lore. Maybe one day, when I figure everything out and have more motivation, I'll get back to this. But that won't be soon.

Ill be active on @goldeneclipsee if there are actually fans out there that arent my friends and moots.

Bye.

#long post #I'm staring at this like. 'Did I really do this? Is this finally the end?'#I'm scared for when human sees this doe

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whumpcloud · 9 months

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Hi! I know you’re probably crazy busy with stuff but I’ve been really wanting to see some more content of Peter and Elio? Maybe some angst, maybe some fluff, maybe both? (If there’s any reason you don’t want to that’s totally cool just disregard this, I love your work btw!)

dw!! i'm always happy to take requests <3 this got way longer than i was intending asfdfsd

content: (institutionalised) pet whump, dehumanisation, carewhumper, manhandling, hangovers, brief discussion of seizures and mental health issues, references to shock collars

"Sir, I made you some tea," Peter says quietly, so as not to aggravate Elio's hangover.

Elio groans into his pillow in reply. Peter gently sets the mug down on the nightstand, and makes to leave.

There's a sudden snapping sound, and Peter turns sharply to see Elio clicking his fingers at him.

"What is it, Sir?" Peter asks politely.

"Um... thank you," Elio mumbles, his voice strained, like that was difficult for him.

Peter pauses for a moment, then his face lights up in a wide smile. "Y-You're welcome, Sir!"

Sir said thank you!

That means he meant it when he said he'd try, he really meant it! Peter has a skip in his step as he goes back to the kitchen to finish cleaning.

Elio is finally up in the evening, messy hair and slept-in clothes. Peter greets him with a grin.

"Good evening, Sir!" Peter says.

"...you're cheery," Elio mumbles, sighing and sitting himself on the sofa. "God..."

"Does your head still hurt?" Peter asks.

"No, I just feel... eugh."

"...helpful!" Peter says, trying not to sound too sarcastic. "How about we do something less... eugh?"

"I don't feel like it," Elio replies, closing his eyes again.

"What if we went out?" Peter suggests. "The fresh air might help you feel less sick."

"I said I don't feel like it."

Peter hesitates. He shouldn't ask, he really shouldn't, but Sir said thank you and everything today, so maybe he's in a good enough mood.

"...I'd feel better if we went out, Sir," Peter says tentatively. "Just for a walk. Please? I'll stay quiet and by your side the entire time."

Elio opens his eyes and gazes vaguely at Peter. "You can go without me."

Peter immediately shakes his head. "There's no reason for me to do that, Sir. I shouldn't be away from you if I can help it."

"You're so annoying," Elio grumbles, then catches himself. He can't say he didn't mean it, though. "Sorry. Really, Pete, it's fine. You can just go."

"But it would be good for you too," Peter insists, and Elio realises that, as always, this is a losing battle.

So he forces himself up and into some shoes and a coat, and Peter borrows the coat that hangs off his body the least.

"Can you take the collar off, at least?" Elio asks. "It's embarrassing."

"My... my collar?" Peter grips it without seeming to think about it.

"...nevermind," Elio sighs, seeing the hurt in Peter's eyes, and just zips up Peter's jacket so that it's hidden. "There. That'll do."

"Why is my collar embarrassing?" Peter asks in a small voice, as he follows Elio to the door.

"It just is!" Elio snaps, irritated. "Come on."

Peter doesn't push the issue. After all, Sir could still decide he isn't allowed to go out.

Elio is huffing about this whole thing like a teenager, because he hates to admit that Peter was right. The fresh air is making it easier for him to think, and the faint smell of rain in the air is oddly comforting. Peter is following slightly behind, and every time Elio turns to look at him, he's looking around as though his head is on a swivel.

"Pete, what the hell are you doing?" Elio asks.

Peter jumps. "Just... watching out."

"For what?"

"Anything."

"Is that something you did with your Master?" The word still feels gross in Elio's mouth.

"...no," Peter replies. "Master and I didn't ever go out. Except when he took me to work."

"What, was he a shut-in or something?" Elio slows his pace so that he's walking beside Peter instead of in front of him, and grabs his arm when he tries to move back. "Stay there."

"Y-Yes, Sir," Peter nods. "Um. Master was agoraphobic. He thought that it would be easier to go out when he was with me, but we only tried once, and he had a seizure, so we didn't go out again."

"Oh. Damn." Elio doesn't have much else to offer than that. Should he say something reassuring? "Uh... I mean, we can go out. If that's something you want to do more. I don't have a problem like that."

"Only if you want to, Sir," Peter says quietly.

He wishes Sir hadn't brought up Master. It's gotten easier to stop thinking about him, to stop thinking of himself as Darling, but every so often something makes it come flooding back and it becomes raw all over again. But Sir can't know that. Sir will only get annoyed, or think he's defective, and he only just got Sir to be kind to him. So he should keep his mouth shut.

"Maybe we should go back now, Sir?" Peter says, smiling weakly.

"Nah," Elio replies. "I could go a little longer."

"...alright, Sir."

But you didn't want to go! I had to push you, like I always push you, and I'm not being clear but you can't be so dense that you don't see that I'm really just asking for myself because I want-

Peter jerks, his body feeling phantom shocks. It's selfish to want. Selfish, stupid-

"Bad Pet," Peter mumbles.

Elio turns sharply. "Pete? Something wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, Sir," Peter says, but of course he does.

"...you're not a bad Pet," Elio tries. "You're really not."

Peter only nods.

With a quiet sigh, Elio puts a hand on Peter's shoulder and pulls him so that they're facing. "Pete. Do you wanna go home?"

Peter's lip trembles, but he shakes his head.

"I..." Come on, Elio! "Okay. If we went home now, would you feel better?"

Peter's nod is small and slight, but it's there.

"Okay," Elio says, almost softly. "Then we'll go."

Elio lets go of Peter and starts walking. Peter follows behind. He wants to say how grateful he is, but he can't find the words. He just walks, and the moment he's inside he rushes to his room and pulls the blankets over his head.

Going outside is too much. There's a reason why he never did. He doesn't know why he wanted-

He tenses, still expecting a shock that never comes. He didn't want.

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#asks #polly's prose #delicate #peter (darling)#elio zagata #whump #whump writing

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lady-snowbl00d · 7 months

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Part 2 of my (for now tumblr only ~ have to post on ao3) Alutegra fic "Proposition"

[RATED E]

Click here to read part 1 first- It's not too long, dw!

Plot: Integra plans to proceed with marriage arrangements to continue her bloodline, but wants to gain some, uh, experience. Basically plot is weak excuse for smuttiness which will happen in chapter 2 *cough cough* this one- rated E so 18+only please, ty.

"Your orders?"

Integra was tempted to get it done right then and there. She would not have to think about it so much anymore. But she was not about to mix her workplace with pleasure.

Work and pleasure. Who was she kidding. That was exactly what she was about to do, wasn't it. She almost laughed, but instead bit her tongue and smirked momentarily, observing the smoke coming from the ashtray.

"My orders are as follows," she declared, as she looked back at the vampire. "You are to be at my chambers at half past midnight if you accept. That is all. You are dismissed."

"I can't wait," he said. "I'll see you then..."

......

That night, Integra lit a candle on her nightstand beside a pack of cigars, a lighter, and a bottle of merlot. The flame made the room warm and golden.

Integra was on her second glass of wine already as she finished moisturizing her arms and legs with her best lotion. That night, she had gone about her routine as usual. She did some reading, took a relaxing bath with some herbal soap and made ready for bed.

Instead of her usual two-piece sleepwear, she opted to wear one of her only two nightdresses. Light blue, and reaching to about half of her thighs. It would make things easier, after all. As she brushed out her hair in the mirror earlier, she looked over herself. She felt confident in her skin, but the fact that she was about to engage in such...activities with her vampire had her, she hated to admit, slightly intimidated, perhaps even insecure.

It wasn't fear of him. She knew Alucard would not, could not hurt her. Still, she couldn't help but feel nervous. After all, much would change after tonight, and she was still processing, well, Alucard.

In truth, she was still processing the decision she had even made to ask him for anything like this.

As Integra finished the second glass of wine, she placed her eyeglasses on the nightstand and sighed, running her hands over her arms in self comfort. The room was mostly dark, but aside from the candlelight, there was a sliver of light between the barely opened curtains. She looked out the window at the moon. It's beautiful night, she thought.

"Good evening, Integra," she heard Alucard say in his signature sultry voice.

It was exactly half past midnight and he was a couple of steps away from her bed. No hat or glasses.

He observed her keenly, as he often did, but today it affected Integra more than usual. She immediately stood up from her bed.

"It is truly a beautiful night, isn't it," he said. "Though it holds nothing to you."

She stepped towards him but shrugged off his words. Something was still bothering her.

"Alucard..."

Although she had known him for years, there was still much she did not actually know about Alucard. And she wanted to be sure that he had agreed to do this of his own consent.

"Heed my next words. If you have changed your mind about your acceptance of my proposition, you are free to go. I remind you that my proposition was a request, not an order, and I will not hold it against you if you decide not to proceed."

Alucard tilted his head to the side a bit and looked at her strangely, reminding Integra of something a dog would do. It was both odd and strangely endearing.

He held out his hand to her, and she noticed he did not have his gloves on.

Integra reached out and took it. Alucard pulled her to him gently and kissed her hand. Not used to such attentions, she pulled it back instinctively.

"My Master," he said. "I would never refuse an order or request from you. Especially one so enticing..."

"...I see. Well then," Integra said, nervous and eager. "We may begin."

She slid two fingers in his cravat and walked backwards, pulling him towards her bed. Alucard went with her looking a little spellbound.

"I have one small reservation," he said, pausing.

"What," she said flatly.

"Integra. Think of the opportunity you'll be losing. Have you truly thought this through?"

Alucard knew she had. He knew there was barely any chance of turning Integra. She had her pride and morals. She was too good for vampirism. Superior to monsters. It was admirable.

But lately the thought of losing her to mortality seemed to torment him.

Integra, apparently, felt offended and stepped away from him.

"How dare you question me?! Do you really think you would be here if I had not thought this over? I will not become a vampire. I was born a human, and I will die as one, as nature intended! And if we do not proceed with this today, I will regardless proceed with my arranged husband later. If you question me again, by God, I will-"

She was rudely interrupted by his lips on hers, soft and strangely enough, tasting like the wine she had drank not so long ago. The heat of it stole her breath away, made her chest rise.

Alucard's arms wrapped around her as he pulled her close, and as she kissed him, she found it difficult to stop. The sensation was delicious. She bit into his bottom lip and when Alucard growled a little, Integra was admittedly riled by the sound and did something she had only ever dreamed of - pulled apart his jacket, taking it off him.

Alucard ran his hands down her back and picked her up by her bottom, still kissing her. He moaned a little and Integra wrapped her arms around his shoulders, slightly dazed.

There was so much of him everywhere. The air was chilled with Alucard's presence, but his touches were warm. He bit her bottom lip slightly before he lay her down on her bed and proceeded to kiss her jawline, and run his tongue over her neck. Integra quickly removed him of his cravat and vest and started unbuttoning his shirt. He moved to kiss between her breasts, then her stomach. His hands went to her thighs as he lowered down her body.

Integra looked down at Alucard, who raised her nightgown over her thighs and bit into the waistband of her undergarments, pulling it down her thighs in a smooth movement. Once over her knees, he used his hands to pull them off and discard them completely. She couldn't help but gasp a little.

Alucard took a moment to gaze over her, and run his hands over her legs. Integra felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement, heat coursing through her quickly. She felt embarassingly aroused, not exactly used to being looked at in such a way. Alucard looked frenzied, like he sometimes did before going out for a kill. It was almost sinful. Well, truly, what they were doing tonight, was.

Suddenly, Alucard's lips were on her inner thigh, as he hooked his hands behind her knees and held her legs apart. Though inexperienced, Integra was not naive enough to not know his intentions. He moved closer to her center, and Integra lifted herself on her elbows, and sighed a bit. His soft, eager kisses felt euphoric.

Integra didn't want to have a bad experience, obviously, but she was not keen on the idea of enjoying this so much. The idea made her think of a lack of control. This needed to be quick, simple, something to cross off a list.

Control. She wondered how much Alucard actually liked her, at least in this way, and how much he actually simply liked to be controlled.

Perhaps he relished the chance to control her for once.

She knew she was thinking too much. She just needed to get this over with.

His lips were so near his intended destination, kisses so enticing, her center wept to be tasted by him.

Integra was becoming all too flustered. She felt red all over.

No. No no no.

"That isn't necessary," she said. "Stop that, pet. Let's get this done."

With one last kiss on her skin, he gazed up at her and Integra found it hard to look away from her servant. Alucard proceeded to crawl over her until his hands were beside her shoulders.

Her pet, she had to admit, was both a thing of fear and of beauty. She observed him - ebony hair, sharp jaw and steely red eyes, shirt wrinkled and half unbuttoned, soft lips. He looked at her seriously, eyes full of something between hunger and bloodlust - or maybe, just lust.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" he asked, a small smile creeping into his face.

"I don't think it necessary to waste time."

"Why not? Are you afraid? Or are you having regrets about sleeping with your pet?"

"No. Let's continue. Unbutton those," she said, eyeing his pants.

He chuckled a little at that, and obeyed. Integra didn't have time to look down at him before Alucard was again hovering over her. He looked over her eyes, lips, neck. Alucard's usual humor and expression darkened again. It threw Integra a little off guard.

He leaned into her neck and inhaled for a moment.

"Alucard," she made a grab at his shirt collar on instinct. Perhaps to hurry him. It couldn't be fear.

"Tell me, Integra," he rasped. "Do you ever touch yourself?"

She refused to answer, and gasped a little as she felt his hardness, quickly replaced by his fingers between her legs. He ran his fingertips over her slickness, then touched her softly above her opening, and she almost cursed.

"Have you ever thought of me while doing it? Even just once out of curiosity...? I admit, I think of you often."

The confession seemed to make her melt. He rubbed her slowly in that spot, and Integra moaned and grasped his collar and the bedsheets tighter and closed her eyes.

He placed a gentle kiss on her jaw. Then he kissed her mouth and her breasts lightly over her nightgown. She moaned into him, feeling his darkness over her curves, soft tendrils of shadow seeking to fully undress her. The pleasure of it all was overwhelming and she grabbed his wrist suddenly from between her.

"Stop. That's unnecessary," she forced herself to say - insecurity, strangely enough, taking hold of her. "All of this. Leave my clothes on and let's get on with it."

The shadows vanished, leaving her bathed only in candlelight.

"You're rushing."

"You're procrastinating."

"Integra-"

"Enough," she snarled. "Don't you question me again. Or you'll be sorely disciplined."

"My Master. You always have been a force to be reckoned with." He smirked, and to Integra's surprise, Alucard raised his fingers to his mouth and tasted her, moaning a little. Lewd.

She shifted her hips, feeling him nearly parting her already. The action emitted a deep growl from her vampire. Integra felt herself already so desperate, though she did her best to remain collected.

"You would have made the best vampire."

Alucard growled and squeezed her flesh as he pushed inside her deeply. Integra winced a little and squeezed at his collar again, and the arm of his shirt. She felt his grip on her leg and hip tighten, and her body succumbed quickly to so much feeling it was making her mind spin.

Fuck. She thought the word a thousand times over, though she dared not say it. Alucard nuzzled into her as he steadily increased the pace, grunting and roaming hands over her body. She grabbed his hair and pulled, adjusting her knees to take him in deeper as he thrust into her.

"Harder," she found herself demanding.

Soon it was all a mess. He became rougher with her, and her with him, and Integra worried they were being too loud. Fortunately, the room was so dark it was unnatural -- Integra hoped this was her vampire's doing, and that it would keep them quiet from others. She tried to hold back but she was gasping and moaning, sounds Alucard knew he would never forget.

He groaned, riled by the scent of her and her blood, the feeling of her sex all around him. She remained mostly clothed but she had not denied him touching her breasts, her sides, her waist. He touched her, grabbed, kissed, licked everything he could. Integra was still pulling at his scalp as she wrapped her legs tightly around his back.

Her slightly dark skin was flushed, nipples hard through her nightgown. He looked down where they met, where her blood and wetness coated him. He licked his lips and touched her clit, rubbing her softly. She dug her nails into his shoulder. Alucard winced.

"Integra," she heard him growl. "Next time, I can please you with my tongue. Would you like that?"

"Have some decency," she said weakly. She was close, panting as he kept rubbing her and thrusting harder inside her.

If he wasn't in a state of such overwhelm, he would have made a snide remark at that. He felt her grow tighter around him, and he knew she was close, the gentle squeeze heavenly on his cock. He leaned into her, his forehead on hers.

"May I?"

"What?" she said, and it came out a harsh whisper. "Oh," she realized. "Yes."

The last word came out as a moan and her kissed her hard. Integra was overcome by her sensations. When her orgasm came, she was in an ecstasy that made her mind blank, and her entire body seemed to close in around him. She dug her nails deeper into his skin and drew blood, losing herself completely to the feeling. Alucard panted and groaned, and he found himself holding down her hip and her neck softly, looking down at her lips as he finished.

For a few moments they remained together, trying to catch their breaths. Alucard ran his thumb over the column of her throat. Integra observed him, still recovering from her orgasm and the uncanny revelation of such a different side of him.

"Now," he said, looking from her neck to her light eyes. A half smile. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," she said, still catching her breath. "Satisfactory."

"Hm," he smirked.

Integra swallowed hard, looking down at his lips. His hands and mouth, she thought, they shouldn't have been so good at this. He killed with them, and he touched her so softly and deliciously with them. It would be so easy to fall in love with this monster. And equally dangerous, no doubt.

It was then she realized she was gazing perhaps too much at him.

Alucard leaned in to kiss her and she gently placed her hands on his shoulders.

"That's enough," she said.

He paused, an odd look overtaking his features.

"Understood."

Slowly, he pulled out of her and moved from her. She felt him lie next to her, a small space away. The loss of contact was strangely unpleasant. She pulled down the bottom of her nightgown.

"Is there anything else you'd like me to do for you, my Master?"

"Yes, servant," she said as she sat up, adjusting her pillows and leaning back on them. "My nightstand. Hand me a cigar."

Alucard did as told, smiling as he handed it over and lit it for her.

#alutegra #hellsing ultimate #integra hellsing #alucard #hellsing

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sickiebabytae · 1 year

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If your requests are still open and if you have time, can I request a scenerio where a member eats something way too late at night (like ramen or something) and wakes up in the morning really nauseous? My brain is screaming either Jungkook or Namjoon but I’ll leave the sickie up to you! ❤️ thanks in advance!! I love your writing

thank you so much for the request, anon!! I'm so so sorry it's taken me literally forever to get to this, and that I kind of derailed a bit when it came to the original plot 😭😭 I hope this is still to your liking!

sickie: jungkook

caretaker: namjoon

word count: 2125

jungkook knows this will be a bad idea the moment he sets out the (six) ramen cups neatly on the table, but rational thinking isn't really in his ballpark right now. he's been feeling stressed out from their tour lately, and feels as if he hasn't been performing as well as he should be, so he thinks he needs a good stress-eating session to get his mind off of things.

but as jungkook takes a step back and looks at the ramen cups laid out, he can't help but laugh to himself. "this is so stupid." he murmurs, pulling out his phone. this is something he thinks army might enjoy. plus, he's been trying to be more active on Twitter recently. he captions the photo with something funny and his hashtag before setting his phone down and beginning.

just as he finishes getting through the first cup and a half, lips already zinging with spice, he feels his phone vibrate against the table. he picks it up and sees it's a message from namjoon.

rapmon hyung: jungkook what the hell are you doing

rapmon hyung: I saw your post -_-

jungkook feels a sheepish smile spread across his face.

jungkook: … I'm eating my emotions

jungkook: :D

rapmon hyung: good god jungkook

rapmon hyung: this screams bad idea, you know

rapmon hyung: your stomach is going to hate you tomorrow :/

jungkook: ill be fine hyung dw

jungkook: we've got a off day tomorrow anyways, it'll be fine

rapmon hyung: you know jimin wants to go sightseeing tomorrow

jungkook: yeah, I know, I'll be okay for it :)

jungkook: please don't worry hyung, it cant turn out THAT bad

jungkook can practically hear namjoon sighing from his hotel room a few doors down

rapmon hyung: okay fine

rapmon hyung: I trust you

rapmon hyung: but don't say i didn't warn you

jungkook: ay ay captain

with that, jungkook returns to his food.

this was definitely a bad idea, jungkook thinks to himself when he's all done. well, mostly done. by the last two he couldn't bring himself to finish off the soup at the bottom. his stomach is already bloated and full beyond belief.

he decides to make light of the situation and posts an update to twitter with one photo of the (nearly) empty ramen cups and one selfie of him looking, very rightly, in pain. his lips feel swollen and his nose won't stop running and itching from the spice, eyes watery too. he throws all the cups away and shuffles into the bathroom, washing his face down and stifling a burp into his hand. he shudders and sighs. "you idiot, jungkook," the singer whispers to himself, voice thick. he pushes himself back out to his room and gets into bed. maybe lying down will help him digest, he thinks, all lessons he's ever learned in his entire life failing to come to him as his eyes start drooping closed. he feels like he's going to be sick already and he doesn't like it. maybe he'll just… rest his eyes for a moment. let the world fall silent around him. yeah, yeah that's what he'll do.

against his will, jungkook begins to fall asleep, and he drifts off before he's even able to stop himself.

jungkook wakes up in the middle of the night, sweaty and stomach cramping. he winces and sits up instantly. "oh god- fuck-" he swings his legs over the side of the bed, but that alone forces stomach acid up that burns his throat as he burps. he places a hand over his mouth and cringes, swallowing. "shit-" he freezes in place with no idea what to do. how did this happen? he feels so much worse than when he did when he-

he fell asleep. a groan leaves his lips. he just had to have fallen asleep. his stomach is killing him, bubbling and churning. he thinks he's going to throw up.

moving slowly, he shuffles to the table and grabs his phone. more stomach acid burns up his throat, swallowing again. he goes to text namjoon since he seemed to be the only one who was caught up with his shenanigans the night before and sees that he missed a message right before he fell asleep.

rapmon hyung: jungkook you look terrible-

rapmon hyung: did you really eat all of that??

jungkook sighs before reluctantly sending a text of his own, deciding to ignore namjoon's. he only hopes that namjoon is either still awake or won't wake up from the message notification. he just wants someone to know what's happening

jungkook: I feel sick

jungkook: really sick

jungkook: I'm really sorry :(

jungkook shuffles back to bed and sits down, not wanting to lay back in case it makes whatever acid reflux is going on worse. he jolts with a hiccup and grimaces, untucking his shirt from the jeans he'd forgotten to change out of that keep digging into his stomach. he slips his hand in between the hemline and his abdomen to give it some leeway, sighing when it provides the slightest bit of relief. he knows he should get up and change, but he doesn't want to risk it. he feels like the tiniest movement will set his stomach off.

his phone vibrates in his other hand to jungkook's surprise and he lifts it to look at the screen to see namjoon having responded to his message.

rapmon hyung: god kid I told u

rapmon hyung: hold on

rapmon hyung: I'm coming over

jungkook's eyes widen, mortified already. namjoon cant come, he knows he looks a mess.

jungkook: no no no-

jungkook: hyung it's fine really

jungkook: I just felt like someone should know

jungkook: hyung-

as jungkook types out his next text, he hears knocking at the door followed by a hushed, "jungkook? are you in there?"

jungkook suppresses a groan and slowly pushes himself to stand, stifling a low whimper when his stomach churns in protest. he makes his way to the door, unable to straighten properly from just how full and in pain he is, and opens it with cheeks flushed with both shame and the beginnings of what might be a fever. jungkook doesn't know at this point. "hey, hyung." he murmurs. he can't bring himself to meet namjoon's eyes.

he hears the leader sigh and make his way in, warm hands coming to rest by jungkook's sides. "you idiot, come on. let's go back to bed. I'll grab you some clothes."

jungkook manages a few short nods, trudging his way back to bed and laying down in a curled up position, fighting back a grimace and laying his hand back over his stomach. he can vaguely make out namjoon shuffling around the room, grumbling under his breath. probably something to do with jungkook's clothing organization. or lack thereof; jungkook has always had a bit of an unorthodox way of storing his clothes while on tour. it's just how his brain works, okay?

still keeping his gaze averted, jungkook feels the bed dip next to him. he allows himself the smallest of glances and notices the clothes on namjoon's lap. jungkook can't help but smile; those are some of his favorite pyjamas to wear on hard days. he didn't know that namjoon had picked up on it.

"arms up." namjoon orders gently. jungkook reluctantly complies. he can't help but blush when namjoon pulls his soiled, sweaty shirt off, feeling embarrassed that namjoon has to deal with this. to top it off, jungkook shivers when the air conditioning hitting him, realizing belatedly that his bloated stomach is now on display and painfully obvious. jungkook finds himself wrapping his arms around it as quickly as possible and curling in on himself.

namjoon sighs. "jungkook-ah, look at me please."

jungkook shakes his head stubbornly. but before he knows it, namjoon's hand comes up to his cheek and tilts his head up, their eyes meeting. jungkook finally clocks just how welled up with tears his are, and he can see it when namjoon clocks it, too. "jungkook, are you crying??"

at that, jungkook feels his bottom lip quiver. a sob bubbles up out of him, unexpectedly. "fuck, I'm sorry-" he tries to look away again, but namjoon doesn't let up.

"hey hey, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it sound like such a big deal I just-" namjoon sighs again. "you're feeling really sick, huh?"

jungkook manages a pathetic nod. another sob.

namjoon gives a nod back. "okay, that's okay." he says; it sounds like he's talking more to himself than jungkook, but the maknae is too caught up in his self pity to notice it all that much. "we can get through this, not the first time one of us has gotten knocked down."

"but… the sightseeing… the others-"

"will understand if you can't make it tomorrow." namjoon promises with a gentle smile. "now let's finish getting you changed so you don't get more sick from the cold hitting you."

it's been an hour and jungkook has yet to fall asleep. namjoon lays next to him, having already drifted off a while ago, snoring away without a care in the world. jungkook is extremely jealous. his stomach is still gurgling and churning and it doesn't seem to want to provide him with any relief any time soon.

slowly, carefully, jungkook pushes himself up into a sitting position, afraid that he might choke on the productive burps that keep crawling up his throat. he worries at his fingers. his breathing feels short and heavy and jungkook swears under his breath. he hates this. he hates being sick. arguably more than anything in the world. he hates feeling so gross and out of control and-

great, he's crying again. jungkook shoves his head into his hands and tries not to make too much sound. this is all his fault, and he knows it, and that makes the whole situation so much worse somehow; this disaster is a product of his own making.

jungkook's head continues to swim and swirl with thoughts, and before he knows it, something heavy rushes up his throat. his mouth waters dangerously, a sour feeling coating the back of his tongue and weighing it down. he's definitely going to throw up. he feels it coming on, and fast.

throwing the sheets off himself as quickly as he can, jungkook hurries to the bathroom and shuts the door behind him, hand clamped over his mouth. he crouches in front of the toilet with a few heavy pants, white-knuckling the sides of the bowl. the first wave of vomit comes out of him with a guttural gag before jungkook can even fully process that it's happened. and then another wave comes out. and then another. and then he's rolling; more specifically, his stomach is rolling. agonizingly so.

jungkook tries his hardest to be quiet. he really, really does. but it's difficult to do so when each round of puke rips his breath from his chest and burns the way up his throat, eliciting involuntarily whimpers and groans and pants.

he feels a warm hand on his back before he registers the fact that someone has joined him in the bathroom; namjoon. jungkook can't help but give a choked sob. "i-i'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, I-"

"shh," namjoon hushes. "it's okay. just get everything up, it'll help you feel better."

namjoon's calm, deep voice helps some of the tension leave jungkook's muscles, but they quickly seize up again when he has to throw up once more.

after another five minutes or so go by, the last few filled with nothing but weak, unproductive gags and pants as jungkook tries to regain his breath, namjoon decides to make the executive decision that jungkook is done. the leader reaches over to flush the toilet and helps jungkook to his feet. "come on, let's wash out your mouth and go to bed."

jungkook gives a weak moan but lets himself be dragged to the sink, pliable. now that his stomach is left with nothing more than a dull ache, and waves of relief continually washing over him from the nausea finally being gone, jungkook is tired. so, so tired. he barely feels it as namjoon guides him through washing out his mouth and leading him back to bed, helping jungkook sit on the edge as namjoon shuffles off to grab a new shirt, jungkook having soiled the one he'd changed into from sweat.

the boy is practically already out cold by the time he's been changed and tucked in. the last thing he registers is a gentle touch brushing back his hair and the familiar voice of his leader whispering for him to "sleep well, jungkookie."

#hello..?#😀😀😀#im here!#its been so long im SO sorry #please forgive me 😞😞#but im back!! (hopefully)#i really want to try to get more fics out after this because i really do miss writing #until then tho #emeto tw #emeto #sick!jungkook #caretaker!namjoon #(ive also never really written joon before so this was fun for me)#okay bye! 💗#i also havent completely proof read this so please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes 🙏

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webslingingslasher · 22 days

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hiii🥹 i saw my nerdy!peter request btw i loved it he's so adorable thank you sm!!🩷

i've been gone a while bc i was Busy with finals but guess what!! i finished everything a week early so i have an extra week for term break 😌 slayed. im also going to the beach next week and the week after that im excited!!!

but also!! guess who went to bars 2x this week!! me!! which is something i Rarely ever do LMAO but yeah ive been hanging out with my new friends from my new org and ive been so happy!! 💞 we had a 3-day shoot for something we're abt to launch and when we finished we went out to drink near our college to celebrate, it was crazyyy

we played games n one of them were fuck marry kill and a guy said he'd fuck me JXJCJHX ???? 😭😭 i reacted so badly LIKE in a funny way, i cursed in my local language (same vibe as saying "bitch??🤨") and everyone laughed even the guy who said it loll im still giggling abt it bc it happened so fast, like i reacted so fast it was like a reflex😭 you shouldve seen my face kfkcncjdjd but i kinda feel bad bc i think he actually has a crush on me ? bc ive been picking up on how he acts around me lately.. srry brother ur not my type and im not exactly open to dating rn 🙁 but dw it didnt make me uncomfy, everyone took turns including me LOL and there were A Lot of us that night, 15 i think?? haha then some of them also walked me back home since their dorms were on the way. it was my first time walking around the area at night (the place is highkey sketchy) but it was fun👍

and then tonight/today we went out again to drink, just to celebrate the end of the term and i had soo much fun like i didnt drink much but the ppl around me are just rly fun to be with :) we were out from 8pm and i got home at 4am..🥹 it's my first time coming home that late loll but i had a blast. some of my org mates invited their own friends so i met new ppl and they were rly fun to be with too!! they also gave us a ride back home, we were 7 in the car lmfao but it was so nice, that ride fr made me feel like i was in a movie :︎’)

all of this happened this week it's insane but im very happy 🩷🩷 next week im going to the beach w my family and also the week after that but w my parents friends haha, im rly gonna make the most out of this short break bc im abt to start my thesis next term and i knowww i'll be Stressed🤕 i wont get this time of my life back so im gonna be happy now!!

-🧚🏼‍♀️

HELL YES!!!!!! I TOLD YOU THINGS WOULD START LOOKING UP!!!!

YOU GOT FRIENDS, GUYS THAT WANNA BANG YOU AND THE BEACH????

#🧚🏻‍♀️ anon

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theveesbf · 25 days

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Hi! So uhhh I'll be moving blogs?? 😭

DON'T KILL ME OKAY?? I just, idk, I felt like doing it so I did it 😀 yeah that's all-

Anyways, my new blog is @mizukiyss

My requests aren't open there, and idk when I'll open them but yeah, I'm still finishing the masterlists and stuff, also, my test is tomorrow and I literally cried during the review because I didn't knew shit, and im getting a 1 tomorrow (I know one question)

Anyways yeah, go follow me on @mizukiyss 😋 I'll post a really short oneshot with mizuki!!

And dw, I'm not deleting this blog- I just wanted a new theme, new username, new everything 😀 BASICALLY A FRESH RESTART BECAUSE THE RESTART I DID HERE DIDN'T HELPED ME A BIT.

I'M STILL NOT GOING TO POST THAT MUCH OKAY??? I need to focus on watching some videos about math because yknow 😅😭😭😭

Anyways, bye‼️😘

#꒰ ✮ ꒱ > zip talking #꒰ ✮ ꒱ > vent #PLEASE READ THIS

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genderstarbucks · 11 months

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Guys I'm gonna be so real rn, I might take a break for a little bit, this also goes for @mogaiboy

There's a lot of Tumblr drama (and while I'm not going into detail) it's involved some of my friends, and has kinda just, made me scared ig? Idk tbh lol 💀

I'm not gonna stop posting though, so dw

I won't be finishing any more requests though for the time being and instead I'll be posting any requests I have the spoons for (which is like barely any) and a bunch of drafts I have

I'll also still reply to comments and stuff but I'm just

Tired

Making flags and stuff rn is just so much work and I haven't been able to get the motivation to do it for a while

Maybe if Charlie fronts completely and wants to do some requests? But that's highly unlikely

If you guys still wanna talk to me though my discord is ToxicToric#9633

Idk how long the break will be, but it shouldn't be very long

And don't worry abt us, we're okay :3 just a little tired and burnt out is all

TL;DR: we tired </3

Also, stay safe and fucking eat something and drink some fucking water /silly /lh

Love you guys :3

#xenogender #xenogenders #mogai #pro mogai #xenogender coining #xenogender community #mogai safe #mogai terms #mogai friendly

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countessrivers · 4 months

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Author Interview

I was tagged by @myulalie and @polarnacht1. Thanks

1. How many works do you have on ao3:

50.

2. What's my total ao3 wc:

305,629.

3. What are my top 5 fics by kudos:

Likely influenced by time as 3 of these are Gotham fics which have been up for longer, but 2 of them are DW and they're (relatively) newer.

Tells Me "Worship in the Bedroom" - Bruce/Jeremiah, E

An encounter in a church, after Bruce gets left behind. Follows on from the end of 5x03 'Penguin, Our Hero'.

Deadly Fever, Please Don't Ever Break - Ten/Simm!Master, T+

The Master bares his teeth, free hand moving to press against the Doctor’s stomach.

“Don’t,” the Doctor says, tightening his grip on his arm.

“Make me.”

The Doctor feels a burn where the Master’s hand is pressing into him, even through his clothes, but he doesn’t flinch away, squeezes the Master’s arm even harder instead, and brings his other hand up to pin his shoulder.

“Don’t.”

The Master isn’t going to run again, the Doctor’s not going to let him.

The Doctor lands on Earth, and feels a familiar presence he'd thought lost.

Lacrymosa - Bruce/Jeremiah, M

"Lie, pretend, hide, change your name, put on a mask, lock yourself away in the centre of a labyrinth - it doesn’t matter. Nobody can run forever. "

Jeremiah between 4x18 and 4x20.

Sweet Blooded and I'm Stranded - Ten/Simm!Master, E

The Master isn’t doing anything as pathetic as avoiding the Doctor. Because that would be pathetic.

And he’s not.

(Not pathetic. Not avoiding the Doctor.)

*** The Master (who is doing fine, and doesn't need the Doctor anyway) stumbles back across his own timeline and runs into a Tenth Doctor who still believes he's dead.

One Hand on my Cheekbone, One Hand on the Rope - Bruce/Jeremiah, M

Bruce is not dealing well with a great many things.

Jeremiah just happens to be at the top of the list of things he's not dealing with.

Or maybe, he's just the straw that broke the camel's back.

Bruce, in the aftermath of 'Ace Chemicals'.

4. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do. I'm very, very behind (so sorry to everyone who has left a lovely comment on one of my fics) but I intend to catch up. To begin with I just like/thanking and acknowledging people who took the time to leave a comment, and then it sometimes will give me a chance to talk some more about the fic and my thoughts/ideas behind it.

5. What fic has the angstiest ending?

Roots in my Dreamland (Midam) maybe. It's not too bad, but Adam is still technically stuck in the cage and isn't having a great time. There were plans for a series that would follow through to the end of the show (with a happier ending) and maybe I'll come back to it one day.

Similarly, my To Sit in Hell With You (Bruce/Jeremiah) series, which I'll admit I didn't plan well because I would write the parts on a whim/when inspiration struck and not chronologically so while it all makes sense in my head, in hindsight I don't think it's the best experience for readers. Ultimately it had this stockholmed/broken Bruce story - with Arkham Kight vibes - that was fairly angsty, and the last entry in particular which focused on Jim and Bruce, was definitely that.

And One Hand on my Cheekbone... is basically just angst.

6. What fic has the happiest ending?

Devotion (Yassen/Alex, T+) is the only one that really stands out to me as having a proper happy ending.

A lot of my fic is smut, so does a happy ending count?

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not strict crossovers, but AUs based on another setting often enough. I have a Star Wars fic in the works that name drops Anakin and Obi-Wan if that counts?

8. Have you received hate on ao3?

Not strictly hate. I've had some very odd comments that have nitpicked (what I think are irrelevant) details while not even mentioning whether they finished the fic, much less enjoyed it, which I think is just entirely unnecessary. Or have requested that I write an idea they have, again without commenting on the fic they're posting on. But that's the worst of it.

9. Do you write smut?

Regularly.

10. Have you had a fic get stolen?

Not that I know of.

11. Have you had a fic get translated?

The only one I'm aware of is One Hand on my Cheekbone...

12. Have you co-written a fic?

No.

13. What's your fav ship?

It varies. Right now, Alex/Yassen, but if you go through my fics you'll see the range. Doctor/Master is a pretty eternal one.

14. What's a WIP you want to finish but never will?

I have a few in both the Gotham and Supernatural fandoms. There's a chance I could go back to them, the hyperfixation would just need to swing that way again. I've mentioned a few above, but also Talking While the Wolves Close In (Midam, AU post 'Point of No Return) though that is one I particularly *want* to finish.

15. What are my writing strengths?

I like to think my smut is pretty good at this point. In general I think my writing flows quite well too if that makes sense. I've been told something similar about my academic writing, so I think all that practice has meant my writing - content aside - looks/sounds/reads/flows well.

16. What are my writing weaknesses?

I struggle with dialogue. A line here or there is fine, and I like to think I can make it in-character, but full conversations I struggle with, particularly then trying to match it with movement/the characters actually doing things. Or maybe I then overcompensate and include too much of that when a bunch of back and forth dialogue would be fine without the "interruptions". I guess the problem is I can't quiet tell what the right balance is.

Can't do long plotty fics either. Wish I could, but I always lose steam/motivation before I can finish it. And/or it feels like so much work to get to the bits and pieces I actually want to write within it.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages on ao3?

Fine when done right I guess, but I've never done it apart from maybe a word or two here and there (where I'm pretty certain I've got it right). I know a few languages but none fluently enough to be confident basically. I stuck some Russian in the note of my first AR fic that was the translation of a joke alluded to in the fic itself (taken from the Archer episode the fic was basically parodying - he finds the grenade "hanging from the lampshade") but otherwise I tend to cheat and just say they're speaking another language, potentially using italics.

18. What's the first fandom you wrote for?

DCEU as far as anyone checking my AO3 knows, but there was some earlier stuff for Star Trek '09 way back when I think (that will never see the light of day).

19. What fandom/ship have you not written but want to?

At the moment I don't really have a burning need to write for anything other than what I already have.

20. What's your fav fic you've written?

Lacrymosa is one I'm really happy with, but I also still really like Our Old Friends Are Now Our Enemies (Bruce/Jeremiah, post-series), Hold Me Down (Alex/Yassen, Alex/Julia vamp AU), Strange One... (Alex/Julius/Yassen), and My Doctor's Can't Explain (Alex/Yassen)/

And tagging @too-many-rooks and @pigandpepper if you’re interested.

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What things are you liking lately? Any potential recommendations for shows, movies, etc. I've been following for a bit and I've seen some of your posts and thought 'I should check that out' but when I come back it's often buried, so I thought I could just ask instead.

Sure!

I don't watch a lot. It tends to make me feel overwhelmed and like all my time evaporated. Sitting down with a show or even a film is a commitment and takes concentration. It's not something I do to relax or veg. So at any given point in time, I probably don't have a new show I just watched.

The last two things I've consumed are a documentary on Korean shamanism on youtube and a book on the same. I wish it were an audiobook. That would have been more convenient.

I'm still obsessed with Beyond Evil. I need to start my Viki rewatch to see if the subtitles are different. Seriously, it's like they made a show for me. The tension! The ice prince who's actually bubbling over with emotions! The creepy old guy with big serial killer energy! It's a show full of Big Emotions and stakes that feel incredibly high, but it also didn't kill off most of the characters I thought it would and feels way more in tune with my innate optimism than most shows about dark subjects. That ending! *chef's kiss*

Other stuff I've been talking about lately has been revisiting old loves. I had a Trapeze phase after @adnirod pimped it tirelessly for years on LJ/DW. Well, and after I saw spoilers that it didn't end how I expected. (Look, when you say you want a "fixit" for a trapeze movie, I'm going to assume some things. Haha.)

I'm looking forward to the Netflix live action YuYu Hakusho. If it's terrible, it's popcorn time, and if it's good, I'll probably write some Kuwabara/Yusuke. But that's not for another year.

Also next year, Onmyouji is getting an anime adaptation for Netflix, so I guess I'll be back on the anime (as opposed to manga) train. I'm a fan of that franchise in general and thought the two recent Chinese entries, The Yin Yang Master and The Yin Yang Master: Dream of Eternity, were both interesting. DoE is a lot gayer, though nothing in this franchise is actually BL, just subtexty bromance. The old Japanese films are camp classics and were my big fandom in like 2006.

I finished watching Kei x Yaku because I requested it for Yuletide. It was super cute. I thought the show was flawed in various ways, but it had some great material. Ironically, the sister is probably my favorite part despite it being BL. I also loved how plotty it was even if not all of that was executed well.

I remain a fan of Ancient Detective, which I also requested for Yuletide. That show is fucking absurd, and I'm devastated we probably won't get a second season to resolve the cliffhanger/sequelbait. I wanted to see the muahaha villainy!

I'm in the middle of fertility treatments and finishing a novel, so that's mostly where my head's at. I've also been getting back into knitting and language study. I'm not really in a fandom acquisition phase.

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Hello! I would like to request Ling Yao x female s/o who gets sick with a fever or stomach flu even though she insists she’s fine (she is indeed, not fine)? Thank you!

Yeah!! I just got over COVID last week, so I can relate in the "I say I'm fine but I'm really not" department. (am good now tho dw)

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Content: Fem reader as ststed above <3

Warnings: Detailed symptoms (no like, puking or anything)

Notes: I was so finished to finishing this three times and my entire computer decided to refresh. That, and I've been doing a bunch of graduation prep stuff as of late, and I finally graduated yesterday.

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(Y/n) coughed as she laid on her back, making her quickly switch to her side. Her stomach was churning, threatening to put up whatever she consumed, liquid or solid. She groaned as she clutched her stomach, trying not to dry heave.

Her phone dinged, making her head throb with the sound. Without looking at her phone, she turned off the ringer and closed her eyes. Hopefully that would ease the throbbing. At least she could breathe through her nose still.

Coughing once again, she felt her head throb with every cough that racked her body. She sighed after the coughing fit, hoping to get a nap in. Her coughing had woken her up all throughout the night. As her throat started to ease from the pain of coughing so much, her body finally started to succumb to sleep.

That was, until Ling's ringtone began to scream from her phone. She sighed, feeling the throb in her head intensify as the ringtone persists. Rolling over, she grabbed the phone and answered.

"Hello...?" (Y/n)'s voice was raspy, and cracked a little bit from not using it in a while.

"Honeyyy~! Why haven't you been answering me?" (Y/n) could practically hear Ling's pout over the phone.

"Sorry, Ling, uh..." She didn't wanna tell him she was sick, he'd start fussing over her. "I've just been busy."

"Busy with what? And why does your voice sound like that?"

"Sound like what?" Her voice cracked.

"Like that! It sounds all weird, and you didn't answer my question! What're you busy with?"

"My voice doesn't sound weird, Ling."

She could hear him whine. She sighs again. "Why did you whine, Ling?"

"Because you're not using any nickname!"

"...Sorry, sweetheart. I'm just very busy, okay?"

"Too busy to respond to me?"

"Yeah, 'm sorry." She mumbled, half asleep.

Ling whined again, then gasped. "I'll just come over, then!"

"What? No. Ling, I'm busy. I need to-" She went through another coughing fit. "Shit- sorry swee-"

She was interrupted by her own coughing, it being so loud she didn't hear Ling hanging up the phone. Or, at least, she didn't realize until her coughing fit was over. She sighed and got up, deciding to take medicine again.

"There's no doubt he heard me coughing...he's gonna show up..."

And she was right. Some time later, Ling pounded on the door. The pounding rang through her already throbbing head. She sighed and yelled through the door as best as she could.

"Ling! Please stop!"

"Sweetheart, please open the door! You don't sound well!"

"I'm fine!" She yells back, feeling the pain in her head increase.

"(Y/n)," Ling spoke seriously, ceasing his pounding. "You seriously don't sound well. I heard your coughing fit- you need medicine or a doctor right away."

"Ling, I-" She coughed a little from yelling before. "I'll be okay."

"Can I just please come in? I haven't really heard from you in a few days, and I really miss you..."

Ling spoke with a saddened tone. (Y/n) thought for a moment and sighed once more, unlocking the door and opening it slightly. She was happy to finally see her boyfriend after a while.

"Can you open the door more? I wanna kiss you..."

"No Ling, you'll get sick..."

"So you are sick. Good thing I brought medicine!" Ling held up a grocery bag.

"Ah-! I'm not sick!" (Y/n) fumbled.

Ling pushed past her anyway, and in her weakened state, she couldn't do anything to stop him. Opting to follow her boyfriend into her kitchen, she watched for a second as he took out the items in the bag, placing them on your counter.

(Y/n) hissed as her head continued to throb, so she reached for a glass. Ling snatched it from her hand, kissed her head and filled up the glass with water.

"Drink this, then I'll get you to bed."

"I'm not sick, Ling..." (Y/n) downed the glass of water.

"Sure you aren't." He took the glass and placed it upside down in the sink, then gently guiding his girlfriend back to her bed.

"Ling..."

"I want to hear no argument, okay?" Ling kissed her forehead as she laid down. "I love you~! I'm off to make you some soup."

With that, Ling turned and left out the door. (Y/n) sighed, then smiled, snuggling into her blankets and closing her eyes. Maybe being sick wasn't so bad after all, if Ling was by her side.

#fmab ling yao #ling yao fma #ling yao x reader #ling yao #fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist x reader #fullmetal alchemsit brotherhood

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