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avis-fictional-world · 2 months
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Based on chapter 7 of "A Different Kind of Training" by JaneAliceRosewood
For @fractiflos 😉 thank you again for this wonderful gift 🥹
Please read this fic it’s so sweet 😭😭
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My lover has yet to return from war (ao3 is down) the toxic past lover from down the road is calling my name (I never uninstalled wattpad) if my love doesn't return soon I don't know how long I can resist the call of the past (I'm in the car and want to read but all I have is wattpad rn and I'm dramatic)
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kakashiislut · 1 year
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This was supposed to be a request, but I messed it all up :( and now it’s gone so I’m going to summarize it :( I’m sorry!!
So Kratos and F!Reader meet some where randomly and become friends, along with that, Reader is a single mother (I’m sure it was a daughter!) and reader slowly becomes a motherly figure for Atreus and they start a lil family :( (of course Mimir is the second dad)!
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I’m so sorry I messed up something as simple as a request :/ I’m gonna try and make this awesome. :( I hope you guys like it, I’ve been struggling with writing, cause nothing seems to want to come out no matter how hard I try. <3
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Warnings: barely suggestive themes, we all know Kratos is hot, fluff and friendship, family themes.
Authors Note: I had this draft for like a couple of weeks and just started finishing it now. I tried making it like a full story, but I kinda suck with those now. I’m sorry the writing style just changed half way through it 💀
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Our Family~ Kratos & Motherly!Reader
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Breathing relaxed, feet below your shoulders, elbow back and straight. Stare at your target, you don’t want the deer to suffer, you want one clean, quick shot to its lungs, heart or brain. You chose heart, quick and easy, the deer won’t feel a thing. It was grazing on the nature below its feet, suckiling up flowers, grass and probably some bugs along the way. It was beautiful, it’s tail flared wildly in the wind, back legs stepping back and forth. The deer was happy….but you where hungry.
Drawing the bow string back just a bit more, you where ready to let go when it’s head snapped up “what-“ out of shock, you let go causing the arrow to sore through the air and hit the poor animal in its throat, it dropped quick, falling towards you. Another arrow? No, the deer wasn’t injured before…
Quickly reaching for another arrow, you scooped the area out. No one. The wind seemed to be silent all of a sudden, the only noise to be heard was the deer frailing  and crying, before it eventually stopped. The arrow below it snapped, waste of an arrow.
You almost left it. The deer of course. With half an arrow still lodged in its neck, blood pooled on the floor and trailed towards your feet. You stared at the thick crimson, even it’s blood was perfect. But you can’t, you have to not only feed yourself, but her.
“Hmmm”
What? Shooting your head back up, you where met with a behemoth of a man. Easily 100 ft tall and 10000 pounds. The marks on his body color matched the blood the deer gave to the earth. He was as pale as snow, yet as intimidating as fire. He reached down, easily turning the deer over and examining the arrow you shot into its neck. His eyes glossed over yours. He just stared.
It’s not that you where weak….you can hold a damn good fight…but with him? No! He would destroy you, you felt like you where crumbling just by his gaze. “I shot it first!”STUPID. Why is that the first thing you think of!!! “Not very Well…” his voice seemed to boom in the silence of the forest. A murder of crows squawked loudly as they flew from various tree branches. Even they where afraid.
“Excuse you,” Putting on your mother face, you where almost gonna lecture him. Letting out a sigh, you spoke again “I have a kid…even if that means half- or even less then half, I’ll take it. You can have the rest!” Your eyes went soft, it was getting hard finding deers and other sorts of animal large enough to feed you and your daughter recently. You couldn’t just let her starve.
“Hmmm”
What? Does he only fucking respond with grunts and moans? Who is this man and why is he built like a Greek statue. Taking slow steps, you step over the blood,  cautiously. You had thrown your arrow in your satchel and slung the bow across your chest. It was a pretty bow, just like you, reader <3 (breaking the fourth wall, my bad)
He kneeled down, took his knife and stabbed the deer in the side of its stomach.
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Slugging half a deer over your shoulder wasn’t as bad as you thought. Being able to have half -of what you rightfully shot- made you a little excited. A little pep in your step, you knocked 3 times on your door and waited. No answer. Smiling proudly, you knocked 4 times and a good second later, the door slowly opened and just below the handle, a little girl stood.
“Mama!” Pulling her body from behind the door, she ran out to hug your legs. “Go inside, honey, this deer is heavy” nodding her head quickly, she ran inside and pulled the door fully open. Hitting the snow off your boots, you dropped the deer by the door on a cloth sheet.
You rushed to wash your hands as quick as you could, you wouldn’t want to stain the poor girl with the deers blood. Swooping around, you picked your five year old up and swarmed her face with kisses. “MY LITTLE BABYYY” you cooed loudly, “Mama’s so proud of you, you’ve been listening so well to me”
Your daughter let out of a cheery laugh, smile capturing her entire face. She always smiled like her father…
“Where’s the deers legs, mama?” She pointed over at the animal after you placed her down on her feet. “Baby…I met the strangest man…”
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You didn’t think you’d meet him again, Really. Well without the boy who took you to him, you wouldn’t have seen him ever again. Ever.
“You saved my life…thank you” Atreus, was his so called name. He stepped on some thin ice and WAS going to fall to his death before you swooped down and caught his wrist.
He had taken you back to his father, wanting to thank you with some stew from a deer he was supposed to hunt and take back.
I mean, he got the hunting part easily done. The taking it back to his home? Not that easy.
His dad seemed a little weary at first, mad even. You understood it though, who just takes a stranger to their home to have some dinner after saving their life. Even women can be dangerous.
He was mad until:
“Oh my head! Is that you? Y/N? Oh my, I never thought I’d see you again!”
“Mimir?…MIMIR! By the gods- what happened to you-? Where is your…” your eyes trailed down to the head on a pillow, he had no body…infact…he barely had a neck.
“Body…” you mumbled the last part…probably a sensitive topic. “Oh…about that..” he seemed to snicker awkwardly, if he could rub the back of his neck, he would.
“Did Odin finally betray you?” You questioned, cautiously stepping up to rub at his horns. “Oh I miss your hands. If only we could dance again” he smiled up at you.
“And yes…yes he did. Speaking of Odin…I apologize, Y/N…for choosing him over our friendship.” His eyes trailed over to the big guy. “Kratos, don’t be afraid, it’s just Y/N…an old friend”
“I am not afraid.”
Kratos huh….he’s handsome. Super handsome. The downwards tilt of his nose was enticing. The way his traps and biceps where built….it was incredible. Not only that, but he had amazing boobs- I mean pecs. He had amazing pecs. His thighs where huge, almost like they could squeeze a mountain between them. Or maybe me- STOP. No horny thoughts.
“Hi…I’m Y/N” you offered your hand, back perched up proudly. “Do you remember me? We both shot that deer and we split it in half. Well I mean you! You split it in half; with a very small knife in fact- it was impressive actually, I couldn’t have-“
“I do remember you.”
“Ok…”
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You never thought you’d spend that much time with them.
“MORE MORE! ATREUS MORE!” You daughter  squealed, arms Infront of her while Atreus flew her through the air like an eagle. He ran around the cabin, laughing and smiling along with her.
You didn’t think you’d get that close.
“Hey! You be nicer to your father! He is trying his best to raise you into a better person! Now you go apologize and hug him. NOW!”
You didn’t think you could put on this motherly act and become one for Atreus. He listened to you. Kratos was grateful for it, thanking you in his own special way.
“Ugh i Love the ribs. I feel so special when you give them to me” you smiled, taking a bite of the deer meat.
He would often bring you gifts as thank you. He found a cool little trinket? It’s all for you now. A poem book? It’s for you to read to your daughter.
The best part? Atreus started referring to your daughter as his sister. At first it was a slip up, but when he seen your reaction only being filled with love, he really started referring to her as his little sister.
“You’re the Best Big brother ever!” She would coo at him, sitting on his lap while he would braid her hair. “And you’re the cutest little sister ever.”
He would make her the cutest toys and little pieces of clothing. He was crafty and liked to draw, and she liked to sit by him and watch. If he got into an argument with his dad, he would sit and cuddle her to relax, of course, she would scold him to go apologize. Yes, he listens to her.
It was your little family. Mimir and Kratos as the fathers. Atreus and Y/D/N as the kids. You? The scary mother that everyone cowered under….and loved. Dearly and Truly.
“Ugh look at us! Look at our family” Y/N laughed, eyes trailing over a picture that Atreus drew, “our little family. Well- Kratos isn’t so little-“
A gentle laugh was heard from Mimir. “He’s big. Like a bear.”
“Shut up.”
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kristi16 · 10 months
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How we got into Inchident p.3
pairing: charles leclerc x female reader warnings: fluff, smut, swearing, possessiveness, nsfw, translated french, degradation words: 1.3K
''I want to see you masturbate. See you come.'' Then he started to put little kisses over my ear to my collarbone through my neck. I immediately put aside my head and closed my eyes. ''You know what I love Charles?'' He did hm me while still playing with the skin on my neck. ''When someone kisses my neck from the back.'' He suddenly stopped. Looked into my eyes and told me. ''This someone gotta be me.'' He snapped and turned me around so fast I was surprised by his action. ''Now tell me how much you like it to have my cock right at your ass.'' He grabbed my neck from the front with one hand, and the second hand laid on my waist. As soon as he pressed his lips on my neck, I arched my back and met his cock. I moaned so loud that I was slightly embarrassed about what a wreck I am and he still hasn't done anything. He chuckled under his breath as If he knows exactly what is running through my mind. ''You're so responsive Y/N. I love it so so much. You're like my little slut.'' I gasped a little from that comment and he pressed more pressure on my neck. Turned my head around with his free hand and started to kiss me again. ''Now we should get you on the bed and you're supposed to give me a show. Remember?'' I looked at him and was so taken aback from this request. I felt like I'm gonna be so weird and just fucking weird doing it in front of him. ''Don't be shy about it. I know you weren't shy about the idea of you having my cock inside of you.'' Oh my god, this man. Knows how to excite me. He knows me way too much by now. At least when it comes to sex and stuff related. Of course I got a little bit uncomfortable, insecure about it. And he saw that. ''You don't have to do it. But I really want you to. You're my good little girl, aren't you?'' He smirked again. I hopped on the bed. While he sat down. I shyly grabbed my toy and he thststs me. ''No toy now. I want to see how you work with your fingers.'' ''So you can know how to make me?'' I asked, with more confidence. ''Darling, you already forgot I've made you yesterday.'' He smirked with this devilish smile of his. I just nodded silently and put the toy on the bedside table.
She was there, sitting in front of me. Not fighting with me of not wanting to do what I told her to do. She is so good to me. When she returned the gaze to me from her toy, she laid down on her elbows and slipped her thumbs on each side of her hips. Where the leggings meet the skin. She was looking at me this whole time, not breaking eye contact. She doesn't even know that she is the one actually having the power. This little me being the commander is nothing against what she is doing to me. She lowered her eyes to her thighs. Bitting her lips and looking so satisfied with what she's about to do. Slowly, almost torturously taking the leggings off. She wasn't wearing any panties. I think this is usual for her. Which excites me even more. ''Your shirt as well. I wanna see your tits.'' She just nodded, got up a little bit and took off her shirt overhead. Goddammit. She looks so perfect. I just stopped breathing I guess and was looking at those perfect tits. Wanting to lick them so bad. Put them in my mouth. ''You're drooling over yourself Charles.'' she chuckled. This petite biatch. ''You're the one who's drooling between your legs, bella'' She just blushed so hard. Then she laid down completely. Starting to move her fingers around her clit. Moaning immediately. Touching her hard nipples. Closing her eyes and just enjoying herself. But I need her to know I am there with her. So I spoke. ''Look at me mon amour.'' She looked at me with this look that always makes me even more horny. I grasped. ''Keep looking at me while you do yourself.'' She started to finger herself. And me without any thoughts, getting my dick of my jeans. I stroked it a little bit. She just stared. Like a hungry animal. I almost came with just her eyes on my dick and her mouth open. She picked up on her pace and started to be louder and louder. I titled my head in disbelief how this woman disarmed me. ''Come baby.'' ''Charles-I.'' ''Que veux-tu.'' ''I want you.'' I was surprised a little bit. I wanted her so much. But didn't want to take her like this, so soon. But when I looked at her, how she is so petite and under me. Not taking her now, and anytime in the future, would be a sin. I took off my jumper and tossed it somewhere in the room. She stared at my body. This lust in her eyes grew bigger. ''Now you're the one who's drooling.'' ''Yeah, you haven't stopped yourself.'' I had to chuckle. This woman is not giving up easily. Too bad for her I am competitive and I gotta win, always. My jeans and boxers were down in a sec and I positioned myself on top of her. ''You sure you want this?'' She just nodded fast and moaned. I used my knees to separate her legs more. Which made her shiver. She just gasped for air. She was so horny and excited, almost as much as me. I positioned my tip onto her entrance. And looked at her. She was looking at me, waiting for it. So I made it a little bit more fun. Pushing into her hard and deep, got her so full without any hesitation or warning. She squeaked under me. Immediately wrapping her legs around me. ''Oh my god Charles-you're stretching me out so much. I don't know If I can handle it.'' ''You will.'' She cried out a little bit here and then but never stopped me from continuing. ''God, Y/N, you are so tight. So so tight. I don't know If I can last much longer.'' ''Don't stop please.'' I felt how she's hugging me more and more, which made me shiver myself, I started to moan louder as well so I got my lips to her tits, licked them and sucked them. She just screamed with my name leaving her lips, such a beautiful singing. When she was in her peak I went for kissing her, so she is outta breath. And I came myself. Right after her peak. Still staying inside of her.
I closed my eyes for a second. Charles spoke to me with a raspy voice. ''You good baby girl?'' ''Yeah. More than that.'' I chuckled. Then he just hugged me even more, and I wanted to cry so much. Because of how intimate and beautiful it was. But I stopped myself from doing it. I know this guy for three weeks. I don't want him to know me so much. ''Cherie, I gotta tell you this was the best experience I've ever had. I feel so connected to you.'' With this what he said, I grabbed my hand and started to run though his hair with my fingers. I blindly stared into the ceiling and was thinking about If I should open up to him. But I reconsidered. If he is the one, it will unfold to him naturally. No need to push it. ''Yeah, I feel the same. I enjoyed it so much Charles.'' I felt his smile on my breasts. And then I just flipped state and asked with a little bit of a laugh. ''Oh my god, aren't you supposed to be with the team by now haha?'' He just shrugged his shoulder. Then chuckled a little bit. ''It will wait for some time.'' So he stayed like this, hugging me and being inside of me still for couple more minutes. Until he got up. Kissed me passionately for a long time, hugged me again. Kissed my temple and said goodbye. I just waved at him and then closed the door. With this big smile on my face.
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middlechild404 · 1 year
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Coming home- Part 1
Summary: you come home after a work trip and see something you didn’t want to see
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I couldn't believe that I was finally home. It felt like a weight was lifted off of me as I got out of the Uber and made my way up the driveway. After many months of work for both of us and our non-cooperative work schedule, I finally managed to get some time off work so we could have some time for ourselves. Whenever I tell my friends about our hectic schedule, they are baffled at how we are still a healthy married couple. I always give them the same reason- love.
I wouldn't say that love was the only factor. Commitment played a significant role in our crazy lives. Most of the time, we were on different ends of the world as we were both peaking in our careers. It wasn't easy being married to a famous rapper, but I guess he feels the same way about me.
As a war correspondent who spends most of her time in third-world countries where phone service was a luxury, it sure didn't help our communication. Yet, I've never heard him complain about my work unless it was for safety reasons. Therefore, we have gone out of our way and kicked the time difference aside just to see each other's smiles on our exhausted bodies.
But as a married couple, we need time together. That's why I left Syria to surprise him. However, I'm sure he had already heard the engine when the Uber made its way into our driveway.
I couldn't help the smile that was plastered on my face as I fiddled with my keys to unlock the front door. To my surprise, the door was already unlocked. As I stepped into our house, I hadn't realized how much I missed the familiar scent of our home.
My voice echoed through the house as I called out his name “Jack”. To my dismay, there was no response. Yet, I heard a few muffled noises upstairs. I began to take cautious steps toward the stairs in case it was a burglar. As I tiptoed on our hardwood floors, I managed to stumble on something. Looking down I found a pair of Louboutin heels. A pair of Louboutin heels that didn't belong to me. A wave of anxiety engulfed me as my thoughts went to the worst place. He wouldn't. He couldn't. Those words kept repeating in my head as I made my way to the stairs.
As I took my 1st step I remembered when he took me on our first date at the studio as he serenaded me with a new song he had exclusively made for me. He wouldn't. He couldn't.
As I took my 2nd step I remembered the first time he told me he loved me as we watched the sunset together on the roof of his house. Instead of watching the sunset, he kept his gaze on me with a smile, and not long after those words tumbled out of his mouth. He wouldn't. He couldn't.
As I took my 3rd step I remembered the time he introduced me to his family. He told them loud and clear that he had found the one, making Maggie give me a big hug and welcome me to the family. He wouldn't. He couldn't.
As I took my 4th step I remembered the time when I had been so sick that I had canceled our date. He ended up showing up at my apartment at 8 pm with soup and ibuprofen. He stayed all night with me to monitor my fever and kept pestering me about drinking water. He wouldn't. He couldn't.
As I took my 5th step I remembered how he would send me flowers to my apartment because I once mentioned that I preferred the fresh air of the country over the one in the city. To this, he was adamant about having flowers ready at my front door, just so I could get a waft of fresh air as I stepped out of my apartment. He wouldn't. He couldn't.
As I took my 6th step I remembered the time we spoke about our dreams and how our future endeavors wouldn't mean anything if we didn't have each other. He wouldn't. He couldn't.
As I took my 7th step I came in contact with the wedding photo that hung on the wall. Our smiles met my eyes. I tried to convince myself that we were happy. He wouldn't. He couldn't.
As I took my 8th step I remembered how he proposed to me right before I had to leave for my first overseas job. He wanted to seize the moment in front of our friends and family. He wouldn't. He couldn't.
As I took my 9th step I remembered his birthday as we were all surrounded by our loved ones. We all cheerfully sang to him. At the end of our chanting, he didn't blow out his candle telling everyone that he had gotten everything he had ever wished for, as his eyes connected with mine and his grip tightened around my waist. He wouldn't. He couldn't.
As I took my 10th step I remembered our talk last month about having kids. He wanted us to expand our family. He wouldn't. He couldn't.
I had finally reached the hallway upstairs but my feet came to a stop due to the dreadful feeling in my stomach. I forced myself to drag my feet toward the noise from down the hall. I was kind of relieved when I figured that the muffled sound came from the guest bedroom and not our room. My feet moved quicker now, yet I couldn't bring myself to open the door. I grabbed the handle and slowly turned it as I slightly pushed the door. My eyes connected with the bed. Then, the two people that were in the bed.
My breath hitched at the sight. The slight relief that I had gotten was now completely gone, replaced by an awful feeling. I quickly turned and made my way toward the stairs....
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I'm so excited to post my first fic!!! Hope you like it loviiieess❤️
Stay tuned for what's next. What do you think she saw in that bed?🫢
You'll find out in part 2!!
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7-percent · 1 year
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Binge Reading Long Fics
I don’t know about you but I am prone to getting seriously addicted to LONG fics and crashing through them in an orgy of bingeing. It has something to do with my limited memory. One of the reasons why I find WIPs so hard is that I have to re-read a lot to get back into the way the author is handling the story. I love seeing how a complicated plot develops, how characterisation is started and the arc that it takes. If I read too many WIPs (or even intersperse them with completed works) I can struggle to remember which story is which (my bad, as they say).
If I read a story all at once (I can swallow a 35k in an evening after dinner) it means that all the events, the case fic clues, the specific character arcs, the fic writer’s style and coherence are all THERE for me. 
If the story is really long, then I will avoid reading much of anything else until I finish it, to avoid losing the binge character of the reading. I’m lucky that I read at about 500 to 600 words a minute with good comprehension. For really good fics, I will slow down to relish it more, rolling the writing around on my mental tongue to really appreciate the flavour. 
The only downside to my binge reading is that I rarely slow down long enough to comment because the pull of the next chapter is so strong. So if you are a fic writer who has got a comment from me, please accept that it is a sign that I really, REALLY liked what you have written, to the point where I will break the “fourth wall”, leave the story and tell you how wonderful you are!
I am currently 626,640 words into the Sketchy verse by @serpentynka (on Ao3- don’t know their tumblr name) having started just before Easter, with another 90k plus words to go before I catch up to the author’s latest entry into a story that has no end number of chapters designated. I don’t read every evening so it’s taken me a while. Ha- RL and the need for sleep keeps intruding but I am doing my best.
I LOVE binge readers who will plough through one of my “biggies” -eg the Got My Eye on You series which is over 260k words (and not over yet). That’s dedication I can appreciate even more than those who pick and choose or take a dip-the-toe-in anywhere and forget about continuity.
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fan-dweeb · 2 months
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I clowned myself.
We got our writing assessment back and I got flagged for making up a quote that didn’t exist, but guys.
Guys.
I didn’t make it up; it was a quote from the fanfic I stress-binged the night before my assessment.
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smolvampiregirl · 11 months
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Yo has anyone written new moon fan fiction from Edwards POV yet
If do please send me the link I need distraction today
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sugar-vi421 · 2 years
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Attention ghostface fic readers
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𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎?
(promise it’s a bit different from the others but I’m excited to start writing this 👀) comment for tag when chapter 1 is released!!
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mykneeshurt · 1 year
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Don’t fear the Reaper part 3
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Orders have been received from Laswell, a clash of horns on the battlefield reveals some of the Lieutenants feelings towards you.
Warnings - COD typical violence, swearing, blood, gore, angst
The meeting with Laswell went smoothly, you, Soap and Ghost were assigned a ground mission. Major Hassan Zyani. To put it simply, this mission was Capture or Kill.
As you zeroed in on the landing zone the Marines began to get restless. A young Marine opposite you finally gave in and asked you ‘why they call you Reaper?’ Smiling you peered over to him, ‘wondered when you were gonna ask. Been watching you fight the urge for ages.’ You leaned over, your voice all but a whisper ‘because I’m the the unknown. The inevitable. No-one sees me coming, and then? Poof! Your life is mine.’
The Marines eyes widened. Visibly unnerved at what you just said. Soap rolled his eyes and kicked your leg. ‘Ow! Fuck you Soap.’ He leant across you looking at the young Marine, ‘ignore her. She’s just good at killin people.’ Bringing his body back across yours he shot you a look ‘could you not freak out the youngens’ please? Fuckin weirdo.’ Pouting you shoved him with your shoulder ‘but it’s fun!’
As your landing zone approached Ghost rose from his seat and repeated the plan one more time. ‘Bravo team offloads here. Alpha team stays onboard to land down range. Both teams meet in the middle. Remember we want Hassan alive, but this is Capture or Kill.’
The red light at the back of the plane engulfed Ghost as he gave the orders. He was an enigma of black and red, his eyes a colourless black void against the light. His stature demanded respect. The scene before you was enough to even make the devil blush. Your cheeks felt like they did.
As the plane door opened his gaze met yours. Softening slightly, before switching his gaze to the others ushering them outside. ‘Keep up Soap, Reaper.’
Pilling out you stood under the black sky. Perching on top of the hill you saw you two objective. Breach and clear. Simple enough. That was until the helo took RPG fire, they managed to avoid one with the use of flares. You always loved how they fell, like delicate drops of luminescent rain. However the got got struck by a second RPG, taking out the back of the plane.
Soap of course wanted to rush in and help, Ghost ever the levelled headed one refused. Instead wanting to take the first two houses as planned, decrease risk of for then push up to secure the crash site.
As you descended onto the first target you broke off from the group and ran ahead. The Marines beside you furious you were disobeying your Lieutenants orders. But he knew you well enough by now. ‘Fuck does she think she’s doin?’ … ‘Trust a fuckin woman to fuck it up.’
Ghost shot them a stone cold glare through the night vision goggles. Soap patted one on the back ‘just watch.’
Silently creeping up the exterior stairs you took the first one down with your knife. A matte black blade with a scythe engraved into the metal. Your prized possession. Moving through the house like a shadow you took out another one in a small office. Throwing the knife, landing in the fleshiest part of his throat. As you pulled the blade out blood spurted from his neck landing over your vest and jaw. The feel of his warm blood cooling on your skin caused your breath to hitch in your throat.
Jesus. Were you this unhinged? Shrugging at your inner monologue you nodded. Yes. You were.
Throwing a flash bang down the stairs aided in Ghost breaching the door. Soap swept in taking out two soldiers, but not before you threw your blade at the remaining one. His sights set on Soap you quickly put an end to that. The Marines who doubted you before gave you a quick nod of apology. Smiling you looked over to Soap ‘that’s 3 for me.’
As he was about to retaliate the second house noticed your presence and opened fire. Managing to take out the soldiers on the balcony you slipped through the night towards the next objective. ‘She’s got a fuckin death wish’ one of the Marines commented. As you were about to reply Ghosts voice chimed through the radio, answering for you. ‘Gotta catch her first.’ He actually sounded proud, causing you to smile to yourself.
Climbing in through the window a solider popped up from a trapdoor. Narrowly missing you. Luckily his aim was shit allowing you to put a swift end to his life. Rounding the corner, just as you were about to take another they dropped to the floor before you had chance. A blade in his neck. Ghost appeared and bent down to retrieve his blade. As he glanced up he saw you hand on hip, looking less than impressed. ‘He was mine.’ Standing up he closed the gap, looking down on you ‘mine now.’
You felt a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. Cheeky. You followed Soap upstairs, he cleared the first room allowing you to pass. You cleared the hall and another room, videos of Zyani in every room. ‘Clear’ you radioed though. Soap made a comment about how well equipped they were. Each house was like an armoury.
Now, for the crash site. ‘Soap with me, Reaper stay here with Bravo team. Cover us.’ A shot of defiance sped through you. ‘Excuse me?’ Your tense voice growled over the radio. ‘That’s an order Sargent’ he barked back. Absolutely not. He’s not putting you on babysitting duty. Fuck that. You marched through the house and down to the ground floor. Soap shot you a look, pleading for you to listen to your superior.
Ignoring him completely you stomped over to Ghost, ‘I’m coming with you.’ He sighed. Turning to face you you could see you’d crossed a line. His eyes were hard, cold, unforgiving. ‘Negative. You will stay here and cover us.’
‘Why?!’
‘Because it’s a fucking order. Stay put.’
‘Bu…’
He wasn’t having any of it, gripping your vest he shoved you backwards into the wall. You glared up at him, chewing your cheeks. ‘Reaper I swear to god, shut the fuck up. You’re staying here. Just do as you’re fucking told.’ His voice was stern, gravelly but underneath that? He was pleading with you. Pushing you further into the wall his grip tightened. Swallowing defeat you grit your teeth ‘yes sir.’
Releasing you he and Soap took to the plane. You could only watch helplessly as they defended it as best they could. You offered cover where possible but it was impossible to see clearly. Wave after wave smashed into them, bullet after bullet, grenade after grenade. Until it went silent.
‘I don’t like this’ you muttered into the radio. The tension was rising, waiting for the next surge to occur. You were getting restless. Agitated.
Over the radio you heard Ghost call for air support. You nervously drummed your fingers on the concrete slab in front of you. There was a hissing in the distance. They’d popped fucking smoke. The smoke crept towards the plane, swallowing it whole. You couldn’t see shit. You felt nervous. Being cut off from your team was an alien feeling, one you didn’t want to experience again in a hurry. Through the smoke you could see headlights. ‘Bravo 7-6 to Bravo 7. Four armoured trucks coming your way.’
A hail storm of fire and bullets rained down upon the armoured vehicles. Taking them and whomever was inside, out. The scene in front of the plane looked like hell itself. The smells of scorched flesh entered your nostrils, one of the Marines emptied his stomach contents onto the floor beside you. ‘Re-group and push up’ Ghost commanded.
Everything from there on in seemed like a blur. Soap took out snipers in the building, air support assisted where they could. Practically levelling the building before you. Inside you swarmed through, like a plague you cleared each room. Until you stumbled upon Zyanis jacket. ‘Fuck!’ Soap growled, so he was here?!’
‘Must have lost him when we secured the crash site’ Ghost responded, looking out over the path of destruction. ‘Saying we shouldn’t have helped?’
Ghost looked over to you, glaring through you. ‘Actions have consequences.’
You’d had enough. ‘Fuck you mean by that?’ You challenged, stepping up to him. ‘Soap’ round em up wait for exfil. Reaper and I need a chat.’ Soap patted you on the back before leaving. ‘Well?’ You pressed, digging your nails into your vest. He tilted his head, ‘wanna tell me what that was about? Challenging me in front of them?’ His voice was strained. You scowled up at him ‘wanna tell me why you left me behind?! We’re a fucking team.’
He rolled his eyes, trying to find the energy to deal with you. ‘You weren’t left behind. I left you in charge of Bravo.’
‘No, you put me on babysitting duty, where I had to watch from the sidelines.’ You crossed your arms over your chest. On the defensive. ‘Are you hearing yourself? You sound like a fucking child. I put you where I needed you.’
‘Needed me? Or wanted me?’
‘Needed.’
‘Pffft. You just didn’t want me to get in the way!’ You voice was becoming louder, frustration and annoyance dripping from every syllable.
Grabbing both your arms he pushed you against the wall, towering over you. Making sure you felt his dominance, making sure you knew where you stood. His grip tightened like a vice, squeezing the muscle beneath his fingertips. ‘You’re hurting me’ you spat. ‘You...’ He sighed, trying to find the words ‘you were where I needed you to be, because I don’t … I can’t lose you.’
Your heart sank, it hurt, you relaxed your posture at the revelation before you. ‘You won’t? I’m right here sir.’ He loosened his grip, hooded, tired eyes met with your own. ‘You don’t understand, I just can’t.’ He sounded defeated, like he couldn’t find the means of expressing how he wanted to. This was a battle for another day. ‘Come on.’ He gestured to the door, ‘exfil in 10. We need to move.’ And with that he left the room, leaving you confused but yearning for his touch.
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getoslittlemonkey · 1 year
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no one:
writers on tumblr after writing the most amazing, well-written, well-expressed, well-plotted, mind blowing fic: omg this came out so bad
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avis-fictional-world · 2 months
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How to Survive Two Hu-mans at Once By katydid and Zyla_SweetBean
Summary: Just when Yuuei got used to having Izuku as their only human student, Katsuki Bakugo arrived.
Another story for the series of A Guide to Death Worlders is here!
I’m so grateful to have been commissioned for this series!! This piece was a lot of fun to work on :) please check it out!
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If you like my art consider commissioning me😉
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teaandtoastandthyme · 9 months
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Because apparently I'm a fan fiction writer now ... here's a link to my first ever!
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kakashiislut · 1 year
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Can we get more kratos PLS I don't have any prompts but JUT MORE KRATOS :)pls (maybe smut 😏)
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I love the “I don’t have any prompts but” BAHAHA same same, sometimes I just wanna read more of a certain character lol. I’m just gonna write some random stuff!
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Warnings: talks about sex, cock, kissing. Some fluff and some Nsfw. Overall the bestest boy gets the bestest treatment. GN!Reader & No Proof Read.
Authors Note: not much to say besides that I didn’t read over this, so can ya plzs hint out stuff that don’t make sense? Thanks!
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Kratos, but he waits for you to eat first before he starts. Waiting at the table until you’re comfy enough to start putting food in your mouth.
Kratos, but he often places his elbow on the top of your head. Even if you’re not that much shorter then him, he still will plop it onto your head.
Kratos who tries his best to not stomp on flowers that he finds pretty. He comes home bearing one small flower as a gift. It’s pretty like you.
Kratos who starts to slowly express how he feels. Giving you short answers that help build your relationship more.
“I don’t like how that thing stares at me.”
*Points to tiny mushroom creature while making an upset face*
Kratos who is trying his best to be a better husband to you. Along with being a better husband, a better father and friend.
Kratos who gets kinda shy when you push your head up to kiss him while he’s Fucking into you. The way your moans escape into his mouth catches him off guard.
Kratos who lets you jerk him off while laying in bed together. Please stroke the tip and put some pressure on it.
Kratos who finds it so sexy when you show independence and fierceness. He wants to see you stand up for yourself and cockily yell at people.
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I feel like he’s the type to sit back and watch you do your thing. Undress, take off jewelry, wash up and dress up. Of course, before you dress up, you have to straddle his lap, kiss him and gently grind your hips down on him.
He’ll do whatever you want, please ask him nicely. He wants to serve you, wants to eat you, devour your aura whole. He’s yours. Built for you. Shaped for you. He loves your teeth. The way they leave bite marks on him.
He finds it absolutely cruel when you stop, get up, get dressed and lay in bed. Eyes waiting for him. He doesn’t know if he should get up, rip your clothes off and fuck you until the bed breaks. No no, he can’t, Atreus is here.
Or maybe he should lay by you, leaving soft kisses and whispering sweet nothings into your skin. Rub his beard into your neck while you reach over and hold his hand. His big, old hands.
He told Mimir that gods don’t take naps, but he gets so tired around you. He wants to sleep and cuddle you. Wants to dream by you, if that’s even possible for him at this point. He’s old and worn out. You’re just so…perfect.
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How we got into Inchident p.4
pairing: charles leclerc x female reader warnings: fluff, swearing, possessiveness, losing control, angst, translated french, degradation, 3P, toxic masculinity words: 1K
As I packed everything, I came down and went to paddocks. Helping with moving stuff etc. As I was minding my own business when Daniel Ricciardo approached me. With this big smile on his face. He is for sure the most cheeky one here. ''Hi.'' I turned around. ''Oh, Hi Danny!'' ''Hmm, you calling me Danny? I like that.'' he said to me with this big smile on his face, never leaving him. ''Haha yes. I hope you don't mind tho.'' ''Oh, not at all.'' He came closer to me. ''So you got your flowers?'' I looked at him again. ''What?'' ''Charles was asking almost everyone like a crazy man. About what you like.'' ''Oh.'' I laughed. ''Yes, yes. He told me. And those flowers are beautiful. I love them so much.'' I said looking down on my hands moving those files away and smiling to my existence. ''You know, I didn't know that this guy is hitting on you.'' I got slightly confused. I furrowed my brows and asked him. ''You mean this guy as Charles?'' ''Yeah.'' Then I  just chuckled. ''Yeah, that makes the two of us haha.''.....''It came to me as a surprise as well.'' I smiled. Then Daniel got even closer. Approaching me from the side. ''So you know, you like flowers. Perhaps I'm gonna give you some after I'm gonna win the race in Japan. Keeping those flowers pretty open and bloomed. I like them sweet.'' he whispered to my ear. My eyes just grew bigger and I knew exactly what he meant. Then he just said ''See you later.'' and left. So I turned around so I could hold myself with my palms resting on the back of the table.
Then I saw Charles. How he is staring at me. I got scared. What the f. Why I got scared. Like I had done something bad. He started to walk towards me. And I got so nervous. For fuck's sake, pull yourself together. He stopped right in front of me. ''What did he want?'' he asked. He was clearly mad. I was just so nervous, that I started to look around, because I didn't want to answer the question. ''Y/N, tell me now. What DID HE WANT.'' I looked down. ''Ehm. He was talking about you. How you are into me. And then he was talking about winning the race in Japan and-'' ''And what Y/N.'' ''And how he's gonna eat me out afterwards.'' I said. Exhaling. Now I had finally the courage to look at him. Charles was just starring at me. ''You liked that, didn't you.'' I furrowed my eyebrows. ''What?!''...''No! I was just so shocked about his request.'' ''Then If so, why are you so nervous. Moving from side to side as If you had this feeling between your legs.'' My eyes almost fell out of my holes. I stand up and gesticulated with my arms how he cannot say these stuff out loud. ''Omg Charles. You cannot speak like that.'' ''Why not?'' he was totally unbothered. ''I ate you out Y/N, in a fucking corridor in public.'' I looked down and gulped. ''So, tell me Y/N. Why are you nervous then.'' ''Ehm, because I feel like I have done something bad...to you. I don't know.'' I looked at him again. He got slightly closer. And confronted me again. ''Tell me why.'' ''Because- I thought that you wouldn't like it.'' he got closer a little bit again. ''Why do you think I wouldn't like it?'' he asked with a little bit of higher tone. Like he is playing with me. ''Because you don't want me to be anyone else's. Just yours.'' ''And how do you know that?'' ''Because I feel this tension from you. And you've told me. How you are overprotective. And I know how you talk to me while-doing the things we do.'' ''You mean sex? Passion? Love?'' ''Yes, yes Charles. These.'' I sad with rolling my eyes. ''Don't roll your eyes at me.'' ''I can do whatever I want.'' ''You sure can. But will you do it again after I've told you not to?'' Now he was standing in front of me. And he just snapped. Crushed his lips on mine and was kissing me like a hungry man. In front all of those people. Charles put his hand on my waist, pulling me even closer so I had to put my head back. He put his tongue right into my throat, left it there while smashing his lips on my skin. I couldn't breath. He pulled me even closer. Feeling like my lungs cannot move, because of how his big hands were around my waist. He was hugging my waist completely with his hands. I was in his spars. When I started whining and trying to get the oxygen through my nose, he stopped after some time. Leaving me ABSOLUTELY breathless. ''Be a good girl, Y/N. But know for sure, you will get punished.'' ''For what?'' I snapped. ''For the fun, Y/N.'' He turned around. But I got the chance to tell him. ''I am not your puppet Charles!'' He turned around quickly, his eyes right in front of mine. ''Oh, you certainly are not my puppet. You are my petite slut, baby girl.'' This got me back again. ''And because you bewitched me so much-for my worship towards you, you will let me take you however I want.'' He said to me. But I said. ''No, my body is not some type of money to pay you back for your services!'' he chuckled. Came closer to my ear. ''You don't even know how much I'd like to shut you out with my cock right now, mon amour.'' He said and continued. ''You will gladly give me your body over and over again. Because you know I can take care of that exactly as well as to protect you.'' he said and left me there. I didn't even care that people were kinda frustrated about this little scene, even though nobody could hear a thing. I only cared about what he said to me, that it was true. I was starting to be this petite slut of his. I got scared I am losing control.
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