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abbyromanoff · 2 months

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hellooo, i wanna request some story, this is kinda angst of something so basically, yn and lizzie have a date plan or dinner plan or something and yn like spent 2 days just fixing everything to be perfect for the plan but yn spent hours too just to wait for lizzie and unfortunately yn get the voicemail that lizzie cant catch up anymore because she has to do something else... so that's it... joint it with the conclusion if you want !!

PICK AND CHOOSE

PAIRINGS: Elizabeth Olsen x reader

WORD COUNT: 1863

WARNINGS: angst, guilt, arguing, kinda mean!Lizzie, jealousy, fluff, think that’s it :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

It was perfect. Absolutely perfect. The candles were the only light illuminating the room, the dinner you had prepared sat patiently on the table, and you wore her favorite dress.

She was meant to be home early tonight seeing as the two of you had been planning this for a few weeks. But as the clock continued to tick, your hopes slowly lessened. You had tried calling her eight times already, and six messages were left in her inbox now.

You sat with a frown, sighing with sadness lurking in your body. You rubbed your tired eyes that had tears prepped and gathered the food into a container, placing a sticky note on the top and writing ‘you missed date night again, here’s leftovers.’ It took up until an hour later when she finally answered your call.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“‘What’s up?’ Really? You’re asking me what’s up?” Her brows tightened, her confusion growing.

“Uhm, yes? What did I do? I’m confused.” You were growing angrier as she continued to speak, and you felt your hands clenching until they were reddened.

“Hm, I don’t know, Elizabeth, what did you do? Oh, that’s right! Our fucking date night is missed once again, what a surprise!” You heard a deep breath coming from the other side before a mumbled curse shot from her lips.

“Look, baby, I’m really sorry-“

“I don’t feel like hearing it right now, this is the third fucking time in the past two months alone that you’ve stood me up! Do you know how embarrassing it is to dress up all nice, make dinner, prepare candles and a bath, and clean every inch of the house to the brim just so we could have one nice night that you promised you’d finally make it to?”

“I know, I know, okay? I’m really, really fucking sorry, baby. I promise to make it up to you, I do.” You shook your head in disbelief with a chuckle.

“No, don’t promise me shit anymore. I can’t trust a word you tell me.” The both of you were suddenly interrupted, her by the director asking for her presence, and you by a call by your friend.

“Go ahead and leave, I’m getting a call anyways.”

“Wait- look, can we talk about this later?”

“Yes, bye.” You nearly pressed the button before her voice quickly entered once again.

“That’s it? No ‘love you?’”

“I have to answer Scarlett, Lizzie. Love you bye.” You cut off her last few words that came in revult and answered the call quickly, apologizing for taking so long the moment her voice met the sound waves.

“Don’t worry about it, I was just seeing if you were doing anything. I’m all alone and usually I would love that but I need some company.” You chuckled, leaning against the counter once you grabbed the glass of wine you earlier poured for yourself.

“Yeah, I’m all alone too. Me and Liz were meant to have a date tonight but she missed it again, so I’m all yours.” You could hear whatever actions the woman was doing come to a halt quickly.

“Are you serious? Again, Y/N? Why are you still letting her treat you like this?” You looked down to your glass, the reflection from the red drink making you realize how crappy your life was slowly becoming. If it wasn’t for Scarlett, you’d be all alone.

“I don’t mean to. Can you just come over maybe? I made dinner for us and, well, she didn’t touch it so it’s all yours.” Twenty minutes later a knock was placed on your door before she walked in. She didn’t need to knock, she only insisted on doing so to alert you of her arrival.

“Hello, darlin’, where’s my food?” You handed her a plate that you heated up, as you had taken the foot out of Lizzie’s container and redid your little table design. She oohed at the candles and pulled out your chair for you before heading to her own.

“Mm, this is delicious, sweetheart; you always know how to feed me right.” You chuckled softly, picking at your own.

“Oh, c’mon, don’t let that bitch get you down.”

“She’s my fiancé, not a bitch.” You didn’t sound entirely sure or convincing on your answer, and she rolled her eyes jokingly.

“You know I don’t like her.”

“You used to. You know, before me and her got together, you guys were friends.” You felt as though you ruined the small bond the two had, and you didn’t want to be the fault. While you found it hysterical whenever your best friend would make fun of your lover, you still didn’t want to be the cause of their damage.

“Yeah because you two together opened my eyes on how aggravating she is.” You hummed and twirled the engagement ring on your finger, your eyes seemingly getting lost in the pearls that adorned it.

“It’s not your fault, Y/N. Look, I’m sorry but if she can’t even show up to a few dates how is she going to show up to other important stuff? Like, I don’t know, birthdays, or something.”

“It was just a few dates though, it’s not like she missed our wedding.”

“It’s not just a date, it was something that was clearly important to you that you worked so hard on. She couldn’t even care enough about your date to remember it, what makes you think she’ll care about anything else?” You felt all your witty comebacks falling short as you had no response. She was right, Lizzie obviously didn’t care enough to show up now, who’s to say she ever will?

“Someone would have to be a complete idiot to stand up a pretty girl like you, and I don’t think those five years at college have been doing her any good apparently.” You grinned as she shrugged her shoulders, knowing herself that she was right.

“Well, now that the better person is here, why don’t we have some fun?” You failed to notice the dinging texts from your phone, and you failed to care. You fully engrossed your mind in the moment with Scarlett, because nothing brought you more joy than doing so.

‘youre hanging out with scarlett? wtf it was a date that’s it’

‘you know i dont like her Y/N’

‘fucking answer me already’

‘im on my way home, you better be there when i arrive’

‘why cant you just take sorry? i told you i was sorry is that not enough’

‘im nearby’

‘stop fucking ignoring me Y/N’

‘baby im sorry imma make it up to you just answer me please’

‘this shit is seriously starting to piss me off’

To anyone else, she would’ve seemed incredibly overbearing and possessive, but you never once saw her that way. She was anxious and worried to lose you, was all.

“You don’t use your phone anymore? If I’m the one paying for that shit then you can fucking answer my texts, Y/N.” Your eyes met hers as you placed your card down for the game the two of you had engaged in. It didn’t help you case how close you two looked as you sat opposite to hide your deck, your legs entangled and your bodies close enough to cause suspicion. You didn’t see it this way, and you assumed Scarlett hadn’t either, so you didn’t understand why Lizzie was so mad.

“Shit, I didn’t know you texted me, I’m sorry.” You quickly responded, but Scarlett was hot on your tails.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that?” Lizzie clenched her jaw tightly as she removed her jacket in a quick manner, throwing it on the couch as she spoke.

“I’m talking to my fiancé, Scarlett, and I don’t think you have any place in this. So I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” But she didn’t budge, only crossing her arms over her chest as you watched a small dispute form between the two. It felt like your world was slowly caving in even deeper, and every piece of it was caused by Elizabeth. Scarlett was the one helping you repair her damage, but it didn’t help when you continued on with your relationship still.

“Please stop arguing. I’m sorry, okay? I tried making this house perfect for you and I prepared a nice dinner and a bath, I even wore my nicest dress for you when knowing the pieces cut into my shoulder blade. You didn’t show up and that’s not my fault, and I’m tired of waiting on you for everything. So can I please just have one night where I get to be with my friend and actually laugh and smile before I have to deal with this again? I’m tired of it, Lizzie, it’s so tiring going back and forth with you constantly and I need some time away from you right now.” Their words came to a halt, and they both turned to face you. Your fiancé stared at you with a hint of sadness covered by disbelief, while Scarlett gave you a sorrowful look.

“Seriously? You’re this pissed over one date? We can reschedule or something, I was busy at work because some of us actually have jobs and have to make their own money for a living.”

“It’s not just a date, Liz. You put work before me now and everything has changed. Just because I’m not the one paying for it doesn’t mean I’m not the one putting food on the table, I do just as much as you by taking care of this place.” Your best friend stood closer to you now, rubbing your shoulders soothingly as she took your hand and walked you away. Lizzie followed after you two with complaints, but Scarlett closed the door to your bedroom before she could enter. The lock was turned, and while you felt horrible for not letting your partner into her own room, you knew you didn’t want to see her right now.

“Alright, beautiful, I’ll deal with her and you stay here and try and get some rest for me, yeah?” You nodded and stared at your fingers that tapped against your leg nervously.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make this a big deal.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, the woman outside that door is the one who did. This will never be your fault, and if she tries to make that seem true you let me know right away.” You were lucky to have the blonde help you so much, and you just wished Liz was able to do the same as her. But they could never compete, Scarlett would always win the way to your heart in the end and deep down your lover knew that, which is why she was so mad you chose her instead of waiting. But she also knew you deserved better than her, and she knew she couldn’t give you the same love you deserved. But she would never be willing to let you go, whether she knew it was wrong or not, you would always be her girl.

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infactmrmeowz · 5 months

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Hello. Can you tell us, in your opinion, what physical preferences Crocodile, Mihawk, Buggy and Smoker from One Piece would have in a woman ? Thank you very much and sorry if this has already been asked. ^^

One Piece Men + Headcanons!

OF COURSE I CAN POOKIE!! Also MB for like disappearing for months on end!! Btw!! I can’t see my messages idk why so so sorry! If ya want somethin do inbox!

warning!: suggestive only a bit, cursing! Obviously female reader, grammar bad mb, tad bit off topic!

crocodile - I see him being an ass guy, I don’t think it matters what size but if you have an ass then yk 😜. - leadership! Because he is SUCH a busy man he wants you too atleast have SOME leadership on yourself and others for his work, and you to take care of yourself! It’ll be more stressful for him if he constantly has to worry about you.. which he doesn’t!! (He does). - I don’t think he really cares what size you are, you just have to be strong, atleast learn how to fight or protect yourself! - women in suits 😵‍💫 - if he sees you in a suit he might just go bonkers. - this is going back to leadership role, but being smart! You don’t have to be Einstein smart but smart in one way or another, he finds that hot.. especially when you geek out about thing, can be a special interest or something nerdy, he might act like he is not listening but he is! - hip dips! Oo that man loves iittttt he’ll hug you from behind, and rest his hands on them, while nuzzling his head in your neck !! Mihawk- boob guy, no one can tell me otherwise! - again doesn’t matter what size you are, he loves to see you in the color red! (With cleavage showing 🫨). - he likes it when you drink the wine and a little wine mustache comes up! He finds it’s ADORABLLEEEE. - when you sit down and your thighs expand, especially in a dress!!! AAAAAA. - I think he wants someone who is shorter than him, but also strong in some way or another .. bonus points if you know how to use a weapon! Especially a sword! - someone with long hair! Doesn’t care if it’s real or not, he loves to see you do your hair in the morning, (this includes if you have braids or dreads!) Buggy- thigh guy! - he LOVES to see you put on flashy colors for your outfits, or hair styles/hair colors! Of course you can’t be more flashy than him.. BUT he thinks you look HOT and CUTEEE wearing flashy clothes! Especially his colors! Or even matching with him in some way or form! - I think he would like to see someone with unique features, that can be anything on your body! Freckles, eye color, hair, skin, body, anything! The more unique the better! - he doesn’t like when you change your features to be some one or something or to be “ prettier “ he thinks that if your born with a unique feature(s) you keep it! Make it shine! - makeup! Of course you don’t need it!! But he wants you to match with him! (Please paint your nose blue like his). - someone who is strong! Very strong! Or strong/stronger with weapons of any kind! He finds it actually so hot when you fight. -funny! Or goofy! He loves people when they are funny and goofy! You can be the jester and him the clown! Smoker- another ass guy, - he definitely wants a strong woman, like with crocodile it’s too stressful! - someone who is mature, I don’t think he can handle someone who is immature.. and if you are he’ll deal with it but don’t be surprise when he gets mad at you! - when you dress formal! He finds it hot! Also shows your maturity! - unlike buggy.. he wants someone with shorter hair! (Including people with braids or dreads etc..) he doesn’t know why, but I think he likes it because it matches with every outfit you wear..

OKAY POOKIES I HOPE I DID THIS RIGHT I KINDA HAD TO ADD MENTAL TOO.. BECAUSE HUST PHYSICALL WAS KIND AHARD IM SORRY IF THIS WASNT WHAT YOUW ANTED! AGAIN IMBOX IF YA WANT SOMETHIN SORRY POOKIES

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justmystyles · 2 months

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Big Winners - Part 3 (Final Part)

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pairing: Harry Styles x record producer plus size reader

*i say it's a plus size reader, but it is not something that i focus on explicitly in my fics, because your size should not define you. it will only come up if it comes into the story organically.*

word count: 2,406

summary: Harry and Y/N have been friends for fifteen years, they finally work together on an album, and it leads them to a night that will change everything for them.

a/n: sorry it took me so long to get this last part out. i hope it was worth the wait! i might slow down on posting for a bit as I want to map out and complete NYIML, as well as start a few other things i have in my head. i might also try to clear out my inbox a bit and finally get to some of your lovely requests.

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The ride back to the hotel is spent in silence, Harry and Y/N letting the events of the evening sink in. The thing that kept running on a loop was that kiss. Their first kiss. They had been friends for a decade and a half, and that was a line that had never been crossed.

Now that it had, neither was sure that they wanted to go back, but they were also nervous that the other didn’t feel the same. Not wanting to ruin or complicate the magic of the moment, they each made a silent vow not to mention the kiss, or wait until the other brought it up.

The car pulls up to the front of the hotel, Harry gets out quickly, offering his hand to Y/N to help her step out. Their hands remain linked as they walk through the lobby and into the elevator.

They stand together in the back corner of the empty elevator, Y/N sighs and leans her head down on Harry’s shoulder before finally breaking the silence.

“I know our phones are probably blowing up with congratulatory messages, but do you think we could ignore all that until tomorrow? I feel like this moment needs to be just us.”

Harry smiles and places a soft kiss on the top of her head. “I think that’s an amazing idea. We can worry about the rest of the world tomorrow, tonight is just about you and I.”

The elevator door opens, and Harry leads Y/N down the hall to their suite.

“I can’t get over tonight…” Y/N sighs as they approach the door.

Harry chuckles as he swipes his key card, opening the door and holding it for Y/N. “I can’t either. It’s been such a hectic night, and it all flew by so quickly.”

Y/N smiles and nods, her expression quickly turns pensive. “Is it weird of me to say that I’ve never felt closer to you?” She wasn’t technically mentioning the kiss, maybe she just needed to test the waters a little.

“Not weird at all,” Harry confirms with a dimpled grin. “I was thinking the exact same thing, actually.”

He pauses for a moment, debating whether or not to bring up the kiss, he decides against it. “Even after all these years, everything we’ve been through, tonight just seemed to bring us closer than ever before.”

Y/N smiles softly, relieved that he agrees. But he didn’t say anything about the kiss, so she let it go. “I’m going to take all of this off and get into my pajamas. You wanna order the room service and I’ll meet you in your room for food and a movie?”

“Why my room?” Harry asks with a furrowed brow.

“Because, I’m tired and don’t want to deal with the couch, and you have the bigger bed.” She stated plainly.

He narrowed his eyes playfully at her. “I hate how logical you are.” She giggled and shook her head. “What do you want me to order for you?” He asks.

Y/N shrugs. “You know me, just get whatever I’d like. I trust you.” With that, she goes into her room to change and take off her makeup.

A few minutes later, she knocks softly on Harry’s bedroom door. He quickly calls for her to come in, and she enters wearing a pair of pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt, her hair in a messy ponytail, and her face makeup free. She is met with Harry, who is sitting on the bed in a pair of pajama pants and no shirt, his back resting against the headboard.

Harry smiles softly as she climbs into bed beside him. She looked stunning when she was glammed up, but she was at her most beautiful like this. This was the real, authentic Y/N, and she was perfect.

He had always thought Y/N was beautiful, but they were friends, he had never seen her as anything more. Until that kiss. It was as if something had awoken inside of him, and he saw her in a completely different light. He saw the potential, he saw what they could be.

He was nervous though. Despite her being the one to initiate the kiss, he wasn’t sure where her head was at. Did she have these feelings too? Or did she just get caught up in all of the emotions in that moment?

Harry shook the thoughts out of his head, these were all things to worry about another time. He held his arms open and she instantly snuggled against him, he tilted his head and placed a gentle kiss in her hair.

“Hey, Harry?” She says softly.

“Hmm?”

“We won a Grammy award tonight.” She says in a soft tone, but the excitement is still clear.

Harry chuckles and squeezes her a little tighter. “We did, didn’t we?”

“I think this has been the best night of my life.” “Mine too,” he agrees.

Before either of them can say anything else, there is a knock on the door. Harry excuses himself to grab the room service, he gives her one last squeeze before hopping out of the bed and leaving the room.

Y/N watches as Harry walks away, her heart and mind racing. She was trying to decide if kissing her best friend was the best decision, or biggest mistake of her life.

Over the years, there had been a few fleeting thoughts of what could be with Harry. It wasn’t lost on her that he treated her better than any guy she had ever dated, but she always just pushed those feelings down, not wanting to jeopardize one of the most important relationships in her life.

Now, all of those thoughts and feelings she had been ignoring for years had bubbled to the surface, and they weren’t going to be so easy to just brush off anymore. In the flurry of emotions and activity, she let her guard down and without even thinking, put everything on the line.

She was grateful that he wasn’t saying anything, maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he’d just let it slide, and they’d never speak of it again. But did she want to never speak of it again? He kissed back, he definitely kissed back, so he felt something too, right? Or was he just caught up in the moment?

“Time to eat!” Harry’s voice breaks her from her thoughts. She turns her head to the door to see him wheeling in a cart full of food.

“Jesus, how much did you order?” Y/N hops out of bed and helps him lay out all of the plates on the table.

“It’s a celebration,” Harry shrugs. “Besides, you’re picky, so I wasn’t sure what you’d be in the mood for.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and chuckles. “I’m not that picky.”

“The first thing you look for at every restaurant we go to is whether or not they have chicken fingers.” He says with an arched brow.

“It’s my standby backup food. Pretty much any restaurant is going to have some iteration of chicken fingers, so if I can’t find anything else, I’ll get that. Speaking of…” Her eyes roam over the plates.

Harry lifts a plate of chicken fingers and french fries.

“Have I ever told you that you’re my favorite?” She says sweetly and kisses his cheek. “Yeah, every time I buy you chicken fingers.” He chuckles and ruffles her hair.

She giggles and takes a chicken finger off the plate.

“Ah ah ah,” Harry chides as he slaps her hand lightly. “Before we eat, I want to do something.” Y/N looks at him curiously. “There are going to be a ton of pictures out there of us all dressed up with our shiny trophies. I want to take one of the real us with our trophies.”

She drops the chicken finger back on the plate, and wipes her hands on her pants while Harry grabs the two trophies and walks over to the full length mirror.

When she approaches, he hands her one of the trophies and pulls his phone out of his pocket. They stand side by side, Harry takes the hand with his phone in it and wraps it around her shoulder, while she wraps one arm around his torso, the other holding the trophy.

“Okay, smile.” Harry says in a goofy tone. Once she is smiling, he presses his lips to her temple and snaps the picture.

They take a few more, their eyes locked on each other through the mirror. The energy feels different, more intimate than it typically does, but they both choose to ignore it.

Once the impromptu photo shoot is over, they grab their food and get back into bed. Harry throws on a movie, but it’s merely background noise as they spend their night laughing and joking as they recap the evening; avoiding one specific detail in particular.

Hours later, they’re stuffed from the food, and laying in each other's arms in the bed.

“Can I stay here? I’m too tired and full to walk to my room.”

Harry chuckles and nods, he looks down at you and sees your eyes fluttering, as if they could close any moment. “Of course you can,” he says softly, kissing the top of her hair.

Y/N sighs happily and her eyes finally close. Harry lays there, staring at the ceiling. He knows he should be tired, but all he can think about is that kiss. It had been lingering in his mind all night, and as much as he didn’t want to ruin the moment, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to sleep without talking about it.

“Hey Y/N, are you still awake?” Harry whispers.

“Mhm…” She hums sleepily.

Harry sighs, he feels bad keeping her up, but he knows he can’t keep it inside anymore. He pauses for a moment before finally speaking.

“Can we talk about… uh, well…” He stutters, not sure how to say it. “You kissed me tonight.”

Y/N’s breath hitches, her eyes remain closed for a moment before opening them and sitting up. His words wake her up like a bucket of cold water. “Yeah… I guess I kind of did.” She says sheepishly. “But you kissed me back.” She quickly gets defensive.

Harry chuckles at her comeback, he throws his hands up in surrender. “I did, I know. I’m not denying that.” He takes a deep breath. “I just… listen, you know I love you, and you’re stuck with me forever, no matter what, so no hard feelings either way. I was just wondering if it was… a heat of the moment thing, or in some way intentional…”

Y/N drops her gaze, it definitely helped that Harry said she was stuck with him no matter what. Maybe this wasn’t as bad of a thing as she had thought. They had always been honest in their friendship, so she wasn’t about to start lying to him now.

“I think it started as a heat of the moment thing, like I didn’t go into this thinking ‘if I win, I’m going to kiss him.’ But when it happened, it felt… good, it felt right.”

A small smile plays on Harry’s face. “Yeah?”

She looks up at him, her heart starting to race when she sees his expression. “What about you? Did you want to kiss me back, or were you just being polite?”

“I definitely wasn’t just being polite.” He chuckles. “And it kind of… I don’t know, it opened up this door that I didn’t even know was there. It made me think that maybe this is something more than we’ve thought all these years…”

Y/N nods in understanding. “So, you’ve never thought about us being more than friends before?”

“Honestly, no.” He says quietly, he feels a little bad about that answer; especially with everything he’s feeling now. “Have you?”

“Maybe once or twice,” she shrugs. “I just, I don’t know, you’re the first person I always go to after a breakup, and we’ll be talking, and you’ll be shitting on the guy, and I’ll just think about how you’re the opposite of all the things you shit on.”

“But you never-”

“Because our friendship is too important to me.” She interrupts him. “I always cut those thoughts off as soon as they start, because I never wanted to complicate things. I’m your friend, and what we have is so amazing. I didn’t want to complicate it with extra feelings that could possibly be one sided.”

“Which they were,” Harry finishes her thought. “Until tonight.”

“So… what does this mean?” Y/N asks, her heart racing and her stomach in knots. This is a pivotal moment in their friendship, and she’s terrified of what comes next.

“Well,” Harry starts, a soft, dreamy expression on his face. “If you think about it, we’ve kind of always been a bit like a couple. I mean, you were about to fall asleep in my bed… in my arms. Maybe we should just take that one last step and make things a bit more official.”

Y/N smiles shyly, she can’t remember the last time she ever felt nervous around Harry, because of Harry. “So like, a more than friends situation?”

Harry chuckles and nods his head, lifting his hand to cup her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “More than friends. Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

“That sounded so corny,” she giggles.

“Sweetheart, if you thought I was corny as your best friend, just wait until you see how corny I can be as your boyfriend.” He says with a goofy smirk.

“My boyfriend…” She sighs, letting the reality of the moment sink in.

He lets out a breathy laugh and leans in, pausing just before their lips touch. “My girlfriend…” He whispers before pressing his lips to hers.

The kiss deepens instantly. Now that their feelings have been fully realized, it’s like fifteen years worth of ‘should have beens’ are all coming to the surface. Harry shifts effortlessly, so that Y/N is laying on the bed with him hovering over her.

“This really is the best night of my life…” Y/N says softly, as she stares into his eyes.

Harry smirks and leans down, trailing kisses along her neck. “Well get ready, it’s about to get even better…”

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90smaximoff · 1 year

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missing you.

gip!natasha x fem!reader

summary: the one that natasha decides to have a baby with you.

words: 2.2k

warnings: smut (+18), natasha is gip in there so… yeah, angst (just a little bit), mentions of getting shot, make out, some dirty talk, a lot of breeding kink, teasing i guess, mentions of getting pregnant, mentions of death, TERRIBLE title but i couldn’t think about anything else.

author’s note: sorry for mistakes lmk if you see one, hope you guys like it and pls leave messages on my inbox cuz i’m always bored on these days.

You could see the shining lights of her car from the windows of the living room, knowing she was pulling the car inside. Excitation runned through your body as you wait for her to come inside, feeling the anxiety of seeing her again after a long time, thirteen days, to be precise. It was harsh, but that comes with the price of be married to a avenger, a spy, the black widow and the love of your life.

You bite your lip in anxiety, but let out a scream as you see her open the door and come inside, running to hug her.

“Tasha!” You jump in her, being received by her strong arms hugging your slim waist, shoving your face into the crook of her neck, for one second you were the happiest girl in the world, nothing in this world could hurt you since you had your girl right there.

“I missed you so much.” You whispered, almost crying from the emotion.

“It’s okay baby, i’m home now, i’m not going nowhere.” God, you missed everything in her, her calm tone, her lovely voice, her delicious smell.

After minutes hugging each other like nothing else matters, you finally manage to get out of her hug, giving her a kiss that you know damn well you needed. A passionate and desperate kiss, wanting nothing more than feel your lover’s lips again.

When you separated it, you tried to bring her closer to the couch, guiding her gently by the hand, with a smile in your face that fade way the moment you notice she was limping, and making a face of pain at every step that she tried unsuccessfully hide from you.

“Nat, what happened? Are you hurt?” You asked, already worried about her.

“It was just a shot, nothing to worry about, baby.”

She sits down on the couch, letting a sigh of relief for finally being home with you, even knowing that you would be yelling at her for being shot and not telling you.

“Just a shot!? Why you didn’t tell me?” Your voice started to get a little louder and you feel like you were about to cry. You always cares a lot about Natasha, she leaves almost everyday to kick villains asses and save the world, you can’t help but misses her and worry about how she is all the time.

“Because i knew you were gonna to be worried and hysteric.” She says with regretful look on her face. You can’t refute it, of course you would be, so you just let out a frustrate sigh and rolled your eyes. “Baby, c’mon, it’s not too much of a big deal, i’m fine…” She waits for an answer but nothings comes out. “Are you mad at me?”

“Of course i am, Natasha!” You feel your eyes water, filled with tears of frustration. “Almost everyday you leaves and i don’t know if you ever coming back to me. I know you are a hero and i’m so proud of everything you do but… God, i am your wife! I do not deserve priority in your life?” At this point you were already screaming, your voice shaking as your let the tears rolled on your face.

“Of course you do! Baby, of course you have priority, i’m always coming back to you.” Seeing you crying after spending so much time away from you was really breaking her heart, but she decided to not let it show.

“Yeah, with a shot on your leg! Who knows where’s gonna be next time? On your head? On your chest?” You knew damn well that you was being overdramatic, but you honestly didn’t care at this point, you just wanted her to know how you feel, what passes though your head every time she leaves.

When you avoid her eyes and started to dry your face with the palm of your hand, Natasha decided that was enough, opening arms for you. “Okay, i’m sorry, baby, i’m sorry, come here.” You didn’t hesitate to go, even wanting to be mad at her you missed her so much to deny a hug.

You straddle her lap and hug her shoulders, pushing your head on the crook of her neck as she embraced your body, whispering that she should’ve told you about the fucking shot.

“I’m sorry baby, but all i wanted was come back and be with my girl, can we forget that for a moment, please?” She said after some minutes.

You take a deep breath and take your face off her neck to look at her instead, your eyes were already dry, almost seemed like you didn’t even cried if wasn’t for your swollen lips and your face a little blushed. “Okay, sorry for yelling too.” Natasha agrees with her head giving you a sweet smile before pushing you in to a kiss.

It was gentle at first, showing how much you both missed each other kindly, slowly moving her lips on yours, caressing your back as you stroked her red hair. Everything feels gentle and soft, you were happy to have her in your arms again, safe and sound on your house, it was really hard spend so much time away from her. You missed everything, her hair, her hands, her touch, her voice, even missed it when she makes you stressed.

“I missed you so much, you know?” And like she just read your mind, these words was spoken in a lower voice against your lips. “I missed my baby so much.”

“I missed you too, Tasha.”

“Yeah? What did you missed about me?” she catches her breath and starting to kiss on your neck, making you shiver and squirm a little on her lap, closing your eyes trying to focus on the sensations she gives you and still reply to her.

“I m-missed everything about you.” You stutter a bit, almost moaning just for having her lips on your neck. Natasha hummed, instructing you to continue talking. “I missed your kisses…” You mumbled as she bite slightly on your neck, bringing her hands at your uncovered thighs, caressing it with the top of her fingers, making shivers run though your body. “And… i missed y-your touch.”

At every second got a little harder for you to talk, having your wife provoking so many sensations at your body leaven you a whimpering mess trying not to moan.

“You missed me touching your thighs like this?” She whispers against your neck, the hot breath on your sensitive skin.

You shake your head a yes and closed your eyes, feeling her hands getting closer to the bottom of your shorts and you know what was to come.

“I missed you inside of me, Tasha.” You whine, needy. That was enough to let Natasha crazy, she moan on your neck at that and in seconds was asking you to get up and take off your shorts, along with your panties.

When you did, sitting on her lap next, she takes off your shirt in one quickly movement, kissing you after that, you both were so eager and needy for each other that you couldn’t wait any more to have her inside of you.

You unbuttoned her pants, bringing them down and springing her cock free. She was already hard since the moment you’ve start kissing on her lap, after almost two weeks without fuck you Natasha could go crazy, getting hard and needy for any physical affection, sometimes you liked to tease her saying she looks like a horny teenager that gets hard by everything.

But the true is that Natasha is obsessed over you since the day you met, everything you do makes her loves you more or gets her hard, sometimes both.

You started to jerk her off as she brings both hands to your ass, her cock feels heavy on your small hands, getting bigger by your touch, you smiled hearing her moan, knowing how much she misses having your hand in her, you misses that just as much.

“Put me inside you, baby.” She pant and you happily comply, lifting your hips, bringing her to your dripping opening and lowering yourself in her.

You both let out a little moan at that and Natasha pulled a hand at your neck, gently bringing you to a kiss while you get used to her big size. The feeling of your walls stretching to take her cock was the best thing that she ever felt, having you all naked on top of her whose was completely dressed made her feel dominant over you even though knowing that she was so desperate for you as you were for her.

When you feel your pussy accommodate her cock completely, you lift your hips again, your mouth disconnected with her for one second as you sink into her, moaning louder, you started to move your hips, bouncing on her cock.

Natasha watched you mesmerized, panting hard feeling the tightness around her shaft. “You feel so fucking good, baby… You like it? You like my cock deep inside you?” She says breathless.

She can’t help but stare at your tits as they bounce in front of her, seeing it you arched your back, putting your chest closer to her mouth, inviting her to suck on your nipples, which she happily accepts, involving her warm tongue on your breast, sucking it like a hungry baby.

“Yes! I love it, don’t stop, please.” You moans feeling the overcome sensation of being stimulated on your sensitive parts, not even knowing what you’re begging for, just riding her harder and faster at every second, feeling yourself get a little closer to your orgasm.

So was Natasha, who didn’t know how much time she could last inside your tight pussy, it’s been so long since you guys had sex and she didn’t touch herself in ages. Feeling closer to her own high, she hugs your waist and start to thrust herself inside you, lifting her hips upwards, making your whole body tremble since she was hella stronger than you.

You rolled your eyes at her fucking your pussy so fast and good that she couldn’t keep her lips at your boobies, letting them go and looking up at your flustered face.You had your eyes shut, your mouth open in a silent moan and a delicious expression of pure pleasure. Took everything in her to not cum at the sight.

Wanting you to cum with her, she lets her dirty mouth run, knowing how much you like that.

“I’m gonna cum, you want my cum inside you, baby? You want me to breed that pussy? ” Her breathless voice had you opening your eyes jut to look at her.

“Yes, cum inside, i want your cum so much.” You gripped her hair, feeling her getting even deeper inside you, the head of her pretty cock kissing your cervix at every stroke.

“Yeah? I’m gonna put my baby inside you.” Natasha herself didn’t catch what she said, just feels like the right thing at the time, but even knowing that was just a kinky talk, she couldn’t help but get attached to the idea of you getting pregnant with her child. Before she gets to worried about what you’d said, you welcome the idea happily, smiling naughty at her and moaning louder, letting her know that you liked that though.

“I’m gonna breed you, fill you over and over again baby, you gonna look so fucking hot pregnant with my child, f-fuck.” She keeps going, feeling your walls tightening on her at every word, enjoying your facial expressions and your pussy around her thick cock, coming even earlier than she planned to, painting your walls and filling you up completely.

“Fuck, yes, breed me!” You almost yelled as you come around her cock at the feeling of her cum inside you and at the thought of getting pregnant with her baby.

Tasha slowed down her thrusts after you cum, panting and feeling sensitive, her cock softening still inside your warmth, she unfolded her hug onto your waist and rests her back on the couch, her legs trembling a little under you.

You catch your breath on top of her, licking your lips and closing your eyes for a sec.

“Y/n?” She called you and you looked at her. “When i go to NY, next week, i’m gonna tell the team that is over.” She looked right into your eyes. “I rather be your wife than a avenger and… if you were being serious about the baby…”

“I was. I was being serious about the baby.” You interrupted her with a little smile on your face.

“Then i have one more reason to do it.” When you feel a little bad with Natasha having to leave something that she fight so much for, your smiled faltered a bit. “I know what you’re thinking but i want to do that, for you, for me and now… for our baby, okay?”

“You don’t even know if i’m already pregnant.” You chuckle and in seconds you feel her cock hardening again and her cum dripping out of you onto her thighs.

“So let’s make sure of it.”

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x y/n #natasha x fem!reader #natasha x reader #natasha smut #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x female #marvel smut #mcu smut #mcu x reader #marvel #mcu natasha romanoff #mia’s writing

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kyomaakuma7 · 11 months

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After a very long break I’ve come to finally say my share. For those who want to know in more depth how I feel about the full situation I am writing it down below.

Thank you for everyone who sent kind messages and comforting words and thank you most to my good friend @thisanimatedphantom and Kou who supported me through these hard times.

My statement on the Situation

When I started in Inky Mystery, I never thought that it would get me to where I am today with the friends that I have now. When I was first introduced to it, and reading it I was immediately entranced into the story and wanted nothing more but to illustrate it since I had already planned to remake the original. Seeing such a well-crafted story I knew that this would be the story that I would illustrate. (And TAP knows how much work and behind the scene illustrating I’ve been doing from character turnarounds, layout design, alphabet style, and etc.)

Soon I made the first blog and received overwhelming support which I had not originally imagined would come with making my first post, and to that I am grateful. Soon I befriended the author of InkyMystery as our friendship grew, so did the attention that I received with the comics that I was illustrating for them. Unfortunately deleted against my wishes, and after trying to get it back to no avail I created a new blog where I had to restart from the beginning. This process was not easy and for those who know me, I was completely devastated by the fact that I had lost that account. After making my new account with the support of TAP I started my journey again.

Unfortunately with the positive attention comes negative attention. Soon the posts started to gain traction again, and people started to come under the assumption that I was TheGreatRouge making their come back. What people failed to acknowledge and do was to do further research on was whether or not I actually was. As you can assume I am not them. In fact, I do not like TheGreatRouge. Their content was some thing that I consumed in great mass when I was younger, but soon realized that a lot of the things that they made were toxic and I distanced myself from that. Since then, I have gained certain opinions from on this creator. Nonetheless, I do not find it acceptable that people are taking this approach, even if they do think that I am them.

The words that were said to me in my inbox, comments, and direct messages are not things that I will repeat here. What you should know is that a lot of these things were pertaining to me being a disgusting vile human who should take my own life. As someone who struggles with depression, this was a personal hit to home and it cause my mental health to decline drastically. And I spent days going through and deleting these.

At first, I did not speak out on the issue and distance myself from my friends until eventually I came back and told them what was happening. TAP felt for me and as you may know when they made a post about it which I appreciate greatly along with comforting me and encouraging my break.

I took a long break from working on the comic, along with interacting with the community which worried a lot of people, but it was necessary for me to do since it was harming me so much. I am officially coming back and I will be more active on this account since I don’t have to follow it as a mainly Inky Mystery account.

My final statement on the situation is that even though I am not TheGreatRouge under no circumstances is it acceptable to tell somebody to take their own life or attack somebody on social media just because your beliefs do not align with theirs. No matter how wrong it is, it is not acceptable. If you think that doing those things are OK then you’re not welcome in my space. Please leave.

Thank you and I hope to continue doing this since I love it so much <3

-Sincerely, KyomaAkuma

#bendy #bendy and boris in the inky mystery #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #quest for the ink machine #cuphead #bendy the demon #bendy the little devil darling #inky mystery

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abiiors · 10 months

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self indulgent because i was sad last night and doing the math on time change it was about 9 hours between where i am and where matty is (lol do i have a problem?) currently being attacked before 10 am with his ripped shirt

but maybe reader had a tough day at work and was not as good with communication as they normally would be with their long distance agreements, and just tries to keep it together when matty can finally get a hold of her and ask what’s up and he’s so sweet telling her she can always complain to him about her crappy days he wants to be the one she can lean on when she needs the extra care

aww babe, i’m so sorry. i hope you’re feeling better now tho <3

just something small and fluffy!

you have not left the bed for a few hours now.

in fact, you haven’t left the bed at all since coming back from work and throwing yourself onto it; work clothes and all. normally, the thought of being in bed with outside clothes would have made you cringe. today, however, exhaustion dictates everything.

your phone, plugged into its charger, buzzes on the nightstand for the tenth time. you already know it’s matty, sending a reel or a funny tweet or even just a random message about something silly but the thought of extending your arm to pick up the phone is too much. everything is too much.

and so, matty and his messages remain unseen.

you close your eyes again, thinking of all the work piling up in your inbox at this moment. no matter how much you do, it seems unending—something new always getting thrown at you when you’re least expecting it.

your phone buzzes again. and this time it keeps buzzing. it’s a phone call.

groaning, you inch your body close to the nightstand like a pathetic worm and tilt the phone to look at the caller id. of course, it’s matty. and of course you can’t ignore him again. it would be cruel to make him worry about you when he’s all the way in america; on another continent, in a time zone hours behind you.

“hi baby,” you answer with as much cheer as you can muster. it’s a facetime call and there’s no other option but to plaster a saccharine-sweet smile on your face.

“hi my darling,” he smiles before launching into his story. “so you know how i’ve been making a set list for the next show? well, ross and i thought it’d be hilarious if—what’s wrong?”

it’s like his entire mood shifts between one word and the next, the cheeky smile fading away into a frown and you feel yourself grimace.

“what?” you sit up, propped up against the pillows and acting like you have no idea what he’s talking about. “what do you mean, what’s wrong.”

matty’s lips press into a straight line. he’s not impressed, and he’s not happy with you either. because his eyes are trained on your soft grey blouse which is certainly not something you wear at home or to bed.

“you’re playing dumb, love,” he scolds lightly, “what’s wrong?”

“i don’t wanna start, matty. i’ll get over it, i promise.” you feel your lip wobbling halfway through that reassurance. still, a deep, shaky breath composes you a little. “i want to hear about the set list. come on.”

but matty’s having none of it. “you can hear about it when you tell me what’s wrong.”

letting out a loud sigh you wonder if it’s worth getting into. this is going to lead to more frustration and crying and he’s not even here to hug you till every other worry disappears. no, he’s not here to dote on you and let you whine like a baby about every minor (and major) inconvenience.

internally, you curse america and his stupid band and the stupid shows and probably everything else you can think of in the ten second span before matty speaks again.

“talk to me, darling,” he urges gently, “you’ve not talked to me all day.”

it’s true. you have been rather shit at communicating today. sighing, you give in.

“it’s work,” a dry laugh, “it’s always work.”

matty’s eyes soften in sympathy. he knows it’s been a bit hard lately. for him too, being on the road is never easy but he knows it’s worse for you. that being away for too long makes your separation anxiety start acting up.

“tell me more.”

“i don’t wanna complain to you all the time, babe. it’s always the same thing. it gets too much, i get overwhelmed and come crying to you. the same cycle.”

if he were here right now, he would already be letting you cry into his chest, kissing it all better. but since he is not, you have to resort to smushing your face into his pillow and groaning in frustration.

“okay you listen to me,” his voice is stern but his eyes remain soft and loving. “you never. ever. have to worry about complaining to me. ever. now tell me more about what’s bothering you at work.”

you swallow past the lump in your throat and sniffle lightly. “it’s just all so much, matty. the thought of logging into my emails tomorrow makes me want to cry. there are so many that i haven’t even opened yet.”

he stays quiet for a second, a pensive expression on his face before he breaks out into another smile.

“alright, time to bring out the big guns.” he walks around his hotel room in search of something—his laptop, it becomes clear a moment later—before plopping down onto his bed.

“tell me your login details.”

“what?” there’s confusion written all over your face.

“i’m not doing anything stupid, love. just give me your login details.”

“not that i don’t trust you,” you reply cautiously, “but what are you doing?”

“offering you my precious personal assistant services,” he beams. “they are in high demand, mind you. now come on. login details. i’m just going to sort your emails for you.”

his words unleash the floodgates. through grateful sobs and quiet sniffles, you rattle off the email id and password—it’s his name and your anniversary date which makes him giggle and reveal that his password is almost identical. your name and birthday.

once you’ve calmed down a bit and wiped your nose on your shirt sleeve like a child, you take a proper look at him—slightly tired, but happy and smiling. and handsome as ever.

“thank you,” you whisper, “i mean it, babe. this helps so much.”

“anything for you,” he smiles and then narrows his eyes. “next time,” his finger is right in front of you, occupying the better part of the screen, “if you shut down on me again… i was almost worried, you know?”

“i’m sorry,” you pout, knowing it’s his weakness. he has no chance of keeping his resolve in front of the pout. he breaks; shaking his head while trying to contain his smile.

“now," you return his small smile, "tell me about this set list…”

#✉️#♤: matty blurbs #the 1975 #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty x reader #matty x you #matty healy fluff #the 1975 fluff #matty healy blurb

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yaesnovels · 11 months

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memories and scars

blade x fem!bodied reader

cw: protected sex (woah a change for the first time in months lmfao), very soft and sweet, a little angsty at the beginning, oral + fingering, petnames (sweetheart, honey, baby)

note; blade may be (totally is) out of character, i have no clue about why and how he got those scars on his back / shoulders and that part is all just made up by me

oh and also, if you got any headcanons to share that you would love to have something written for, my inbox is always open 🩷

distracted by the music you were listening to on your headphones, you didn‘t notice the bathroom being occupied by blade.

“oh, i’m sorry! didn’t mean to bar- blade?”, your tone was suddenly worried. it had been a couple of weeks since you were officially together and you had never seen him shirtless, so the amount of scars on his back scared you immensely.

“sweetheart, calm down, everything’s fine”, he immediately tried to calm you down. “i‘m okay, nothing to worry about. let me get out and i‘ll explain.“

“o-okay”, you mumbled, leaving the bathroom and impatiently waiting for him to come out. when he did, he was only in his shorts; not wearing a shirt because he didn‘t expect you to be back so soon and thought he‘d would be able to cover his scars with some piece of clothing as he always did, so he simply forgot to take a t-shirt with him.

blade was always aware that one day you‘d see them, ask him about them and how he got them. he was always just mentally preparing for the day he had to open up about this — he simply did not expect for it to happen this fast.

‘this fast‘ was an overstatement; you both had known each other for over two years already, having met when the astral express had arrived on xianzhou and shortly before he left with kafka. you had immediately caught his attention and he simply could not forget about you for one moment. meeting for the second time, shortly afterwards, he had left a message for you to find him in a hidden corner.

despite knowing it was a bad idea, you couldn‘t help the adrenaline rush through your veins at doing something no one of the astral express would consider smart.

after exchanging numbers with the stellaron hunter, you kept finding yourself texting him whenever your investigations hit a snag just to talk about it. surprisingly, you both clicked very well, to the point that he asked you out at some point throughout those two years you had known each other.

your relationship wasn’t official until around two months ago, however. you sometimes didn’t manage to contact each other, after all, you both were considered two different sides for the people you were affiliated with, which kind of delayed the obvious direction you two were headed and you just couldn’t help but fall in love with the stellaron hunter.

blade had always been insanely attentive with you – always enjoyed showing off that you were the only one who mattered to him in his life except for his job. he never let anyone or anything get between you two and despite the protests you had received from march, you two started dating when you both finally decided to make a move.

“what are those scars, blade?”, you finally asked him after sitting in silence for a bit. “what happened to you?”

your voice was shaking, you just couldn’t imagine what he possibly could have gone through to have such extreme scars on his back and his arms.

“it’s a long story”, he tried to avoid explaining everything, not wanting to see you cry because of how horrible his childhood had been.

“i don’t care if we sit here until tomorrow so you can tell me everything, blade! i just want to know. please?”

you cursed yourself for already sounding so weak and felt a tear roll down your cheek. he sighed before he nodded and started talking about how he got his scars, how kafka had gotten him out of there.

“i never really talk about this so i just wanted to wait with telling you, sweetheart. not that i didn’t trust you, i guess i just needed to get ready for this kind of revelation about my past”, he ended his explanation.

“i am so sorry this all happened to you”, you mumbled. “can i… uhm, see them? properly this time?”

blade nodded as he turned around, shivering as you brushed his hair away and he startled when he felt your lips touch his skin, specifically over his scars. you softly caressed the healed wounds of torture the man you loved had to endure for years on end until kafka had saved him.

“i love you”, you mumbled against his shoulder, placing yet another gentle kiss, this time on his neck. he turned back around to face you, eyes going up and down from your eyes to your lips before he leaned down and kissed you.

you were absolutely startled by how sudden his lips were on yours and placed your one hand on his cheek and the other one intertwining with his hand as he pushed you down underneath him on the bed.

“i love you”, he finally said; your eyes widening because despite you having already said those three sweet words, he had never done this, at least not yet.

you had been okay with him not being ready to say it yet, being patient for him to figure out his feelings for you and your heart fluttered in happiness when he finally told you how he truly felt about you.

“never once in my life i thought i would feel this way about someone. but you… you brought out something in me i never thought i would be even able to feel. and i’m happy that i got to experience this with you, sweetheart.”

before you could say anything else, he leaned down again, kissing you softly once more and you just melted into his grip on your body.

it just felt so natural as he slowly pulled off the clothes you had on and him practically worshiping your body with his gentle kisses and touches.

“you are so perfect, sweetheart”, he mumbled against your tummy, making you giggle as it tickled, him also laughing at how adorable you were.

blade leaned forward to the bedside drawer and pulled out a foiled package, ripping it open and wrapping the condom over his cock. but before he did anything, he made sure to ask whether you were ready for sure.

“are you sure about this?”, he mumbled against your neck, planting soft kisses to your jaw as you nodded and placed a soft peck on your lips before he finally aligned his tip with your entrance and slowly sinking into you, letting out a groan as your tight walls engulfed him, burying his face against your neck, closer to you more than he would ever been able to until this exact moment.

“oh, sweetheart, you feel so good”, he started nipping on your neck, as he started building up a steady rhythm.

he wasn’t fast or too rough; instead he was trying to be as gentle and soft with how he fucked you, careful not to hurt you.

“blade”, you whimpered, clinging onto his back with your hands, “it feels so– so good.”

“oh, yeah? does it, sweetheart?”, he chuckled, taking one of your hands and intertwining your fingers as he increased his pace, making you close your eyes in bliss.

“i’m so proud of you, baby, you’re taking me so well”, he mumbled. “you’re doing so, so good.”

the constant praises and checking up on how you were doing made your heart flutter in happiness, how did someone like blade even fall in love with you?

“please”, you whimpered, letting out a cry when he teased your clit with his thumb, chuckling at how adorable your little reactions were. “i’m so close.”

“yeah? you’re close, honey? then come for me, baby. come for me just how you want to. like you deserve to, sweetheart.”

he let out a groan as he as well got closer to his release and finally reached the moment of pure bliss, his body tensing, being completely still for a moment as he let out a bunch of curses.

when he realized that you had yet to find your release despite telling him you were close, he didn’t hesitate to pull out and go down on you, wrapping his lips around your clit as he sucked on the bundle of sensitive nerves.

“mhm, you taste so good, sweetheart. can’t believe i managed to hold myself off for so long from you”, he mumbled, also slowly inserting two of his fingers inside as he stimulated you with his mouth and his fingers at the same time.

blade smiled triumphantly as you finally came around his fingers and breathlessly laid on the bed.

when he laid down next to you, he looked at you with a grin and you both just started laughing. “oh, wow, i can’t believe this actually just happened”, you mumbled, cuddling up against him as he wrapped his arm around you.

“me neither, sweetheart. me neither”, he whispered, kissing you on your cheek before he just cuddled back up against you, and shortly after falling asleep with you in his arms.

tagging; @jingyuanfairy

#. flowers for : blade !#honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #hsr #hsr blade #hsr smut #blade smut #hsr fanfiction #blade fanfiction

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actuallysaiyan · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 1: Sex toys(Feed My Frankenstein)

warnings/kinks: scientific experimentation, sex toys, use of drugs, drugging, semen collection, fake pussy, creampie word count: 1.6k pairings: Android 17 x Fem!Reader tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom. @xailem, @loki-love. If you want to be part of the tag list, please just message me or send an ask in my inbox.

Bright lights flash on his face. He feels a little panicked, but when he smells your perfume, he feels a little more calm. You smile when you realize he’s awake. Android 17 fights against the restraints that keep him firmly placed on the examination table. He trusts you, mostly. You are still Dr. Gero’s assistant after all. But with the way you treat him, 17 knows that you can be trusted. This is just frightening for him, though. He is worried that maybe you have some sort of sinister test waiting for him.

“Good to see you awake,” you say as you come closer to him. “Dr. Gero was beginning to worry.”

Flashbacks of a struggle and then being injected with something flash through 17’s mind. He knows that it’s because of his reluctance to these tests that he has to endure such treatment. Whenever 17 has to take a test, he always prefers it would be you administering it. Often it is Dr. Gero, who is so much more rough with him than you are. 17 shudders when you push back some of his hair.

“Are you ready for the male hormone test now? It’s really simple, and I think you’ll enjoy it.” You question him, and he sighs.

“Like I have a choice,” 17 spits out. He is completely restrained to the table. It’s a comfortable table at least.

You walk over to the desk in the corner and you begin typing something into the computer. A series of beeps and boops fill the air before a cylindrical device begins descending from the ceiling. 17 is confused by this device. You know what it’s for. Dr. Gero had you build this machine specifically with the thought of testing 17 in mind. This will be able to show you if the Androids are even able to have children.

“This won’t hurt a bit. I’ll need to remove all your clothing.” You begin with his pants, undoing them as best as you can through the restraints. Then the shirt, which you cut off his body.

“Isn’t that just a waste?” 17 remarks sarcastically. You smile sweetly as you remove his underwear.

You gasp as you see the size of him. The length is slightly above average, but it’s the girth. He is quite thick around. You know you did the right thing getting the large size for the rings. You pull on some nitrile gloves and pick up your clipboard. 17 can’t even look you in the eyes right now. All his cockiness has been pushed aside for timidity.

“Such a large specimen,” you mutter to yourself. Gently, you grasp his cock in your hand and he hisses through gritted teeth.

“Hey! Be careful,” 17 moans loudly, unaware of how needy he really is.

You write down a few things on your clipboard before setting it aside. On the desk in the corner of the room, you procure a syringe and a bottle of some sort of pink fluid. 17 knows that you’re about to inject him with something.

“This is a virility drug. It’s mixed with sildenafil.” You explain to him. He swallows hard. He knows what this test is going to be for.

You inject him with the proper dosage and then you give him time to react to the drug. It doesn’t take long for him to get even harder than he was before. His cheeks are pink as the arousal takes a hold of him.

“How are you feeling now?” You ask him, scribbling more notes on your clipboard.

“How do you think I feel? You just injected me with probably the world’s strongest viagra. I’m horny as hell!” 17 seethes as he wriggles on the table.

“Yes, don’t worry about that. I’m here to test the potency of your sperm. So rest assured, you will get off.” He hates that he loves how smart you are. You never sugarcoat anything, and he loves the technical jargon you always use.

You set the clipboard aside once more before returning to him. With gloved hands, you grasp his cock. It’s leaking so much precum at this point, and you just touching him has him moaning softly. You love that you get to administer this test. You’ve been pining after him for so long.

“You’re very erect. It must feel pretty good to have my hands on it, yes?” 17 doesn’t even want to answer this. It feels heavenly.

You cup his balls and you realize how heavy they are. It’s a shame you’ll have to put a ring on both his cock and his balls for the first part of the test. It’s meant to test how long it’ll take for him to cum. But seeing as you need as much cum as possible, you need to make sure he lasts as long as he can.

“This might be a little cool to the touch,” you tell him as you grab both metal rings. You had opted for something better, but metal was all you were given.

17 whines as you begin fitting him with the rings. First, the one on his balls is put on. It squeezes a little bit, making them feel even more sensitive. Then you slip the one for his cock, smirking at how it is the perfect fit. He feels so lost in a thick fog of lust. He wants nothing more than a sweet release.

“I’m going to start the extracting machine now,” you begin as you walk over to the computer once more. “Unless you prefer I do this manually.”

Though you are only joking. There’s no way you should get involved more than scientifically. Even if just the thought of jerking him off makes your panties so damp. Already you’re fighting off every urge to straddle him, push back your panties and ride him all day long.

A few more clicks of your mouse, and the extractor machine comes down fully. It opens up to 17 and shows him a fake pussy. He laughs when he realizes what this is. It’s a sex toy attached to a mechanical arm. It’s going to fuck him, and it’s going to make him cum. Just so that you can test his sperm, whatever that means.

17 doesn’t anticipate just how excited he is for this. Before he became an android, he was a loner. He barely got laid as it is, but this was going to be even better than he imagined. Now if only you could take off that damn lab coat, things might get a little kinkier in here. He thrusts his hips up slightly as the drug begins making him even more aroused. You rush over when you realize you’ve forgotten a step.

“I’m sorry 17, I haven’t even given you the proper lubrication.”

His head is buzzing as he realizes what you mean. You pick up a bottle of generic water-based lube and you squirt some on your gloved hands. Then you grasp his cock again and you begin stroking him to make sure every drop is on his cock.

17 whines as you keep up a steady pace. This is mostly for your own benefit. You wanted to give him a little pleasure as well. His balls feel so tight already and he isn’t sure if it’s you or the drugs or the ring. It doesn’t matter. Everything feels so good right now. He feels like he could cum right away.

“There we are. Now, time to get you off.” You giggle softly, and his cock twitches at the sound.

17 moans loudly as the toy begins to swallow his cock. He can barely watch as he reaches so deep inside of it. It’s a slow pace to start, and he is quite grateful. He didn’t think something like this would feel so good. And to his luck, you remove your lab coat, revealing a tight sweater that accentuates your gorgeous tits.

“I knew you looked great under that coat,” 17 struggles to say. The machine begins jerking him off a little faster, and another moan falls from his lips.

You smirk at the display in front of you. When Dr. Gero first announced this test, you knew you had to jump on this chance. There was no way that 17 was going to let the doctor administer such an intimate test.

“Tell me how you feel,” you ask him. He rolls his eyes before whimpering softly.

The machine begins at a faster and deeper pace. 17 feels his heart beginning to race in his chest. This is too much. It’s way too good. It’s like this machine knows exactly how to make him feel so good. You probably studied his habits and programmed it to know how he likes to be ridden. This is all your fault.

“I feel fucking good, okay? Obviously I do.” He’s so shy right now. But it feels sensational. He can’t quiet the whines and the whimpers.

You reach over to cup his heavy balls, and that’s all it takes for him to fall off the edge. 17 cries out loudly, his orgasm taking hold of him completely. He mutters the sweetest little moans and pleading. It turns you on more than you could ever believe. You’ve never seen anything so sexual in your life.

“Fuck yes! Fuck!” He’s moaning as the toy continues to milk him. Eventually, it slows to a gentle pace and it has 17 whimpering and shaking on the table.

You jot down a few more notes then you go back to the computer. The machine stops, leaving 17 on the table alone. His cock is still quite hard, you notice. Well, you did inject him with something strong after all. You walk over to him and strip off your gloves. You hover over him for a moment before smirking.

“Guess I’ll have to finish the job manually.” You say as you grasp his cock. 17 moans as you begin jerking him off.

‘Guess these tests aren’t so bad after all…’

#bacon.writes #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #kinktober day 1 #android 17 #android 17 x you #android 17 x y/n #android 17 x reader #android 17 x fem!reader #dragon ball #dragon ball super #dragon ball z #dragon ball smut #dragon ball z smut #android 17 smut #dragon ball super smut

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bettsfic · 5 months

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hello! here's an excerpt of the snowbaird modern AU i've been working on. it's a holiday fic, so i'd love to have it posted before christmas. in this fic, coriolanus is a server at a restaurant and lucy gray is the bartender. she's recently started asking him for rides home, so they've been getting to know one another. it's currently sitting at about 10k and i hope to god it maxes out before 25k.

With his texts still pulled up, he decided to reach out to Lucy Gray. They were friends, after all. Friends texted each other. But what to say? “How are you” was boring and banal. She might find it sweet but he knew her well enough to know that she liked getting to the root of things.

Where was that song from? The fare thee well one

She didn’t reply right away. He tried to occupy his attention with organizing his email inbox and checking his Canvas assignment calendar, but he found his eyes straying repeatedly to his phone. Twenty minutes later, he received a text back. He snatched up his phone, expecting the name of an artist and album, or a link to a YouTube video, or an inquiry as to why he didn’t just google it himself, but instead when he opened the message he found a wall of text so long that he had to scroll three times to reach the top.

HI CORIOLANUS!, it began. He thought all caps and an exclamation point was stylistically redundant but he appreciated and was relieved by her enthusiasm. Fare thee well has an interesting history dating back to 1909…

Were it not for the myriad spelling and punctuation errors, he would have thought she’d copied it from Wikipedia. From anyone else, the infodump would have bored him, but from her it only warmed him to think she’d been willing to spend so much time sharing her knowledge with him. To him, both time and attention were precious commodities.

He’d put off texting her for so long in part because he worried the conversation would become strained and awkward, but the reverse was true: texting her was so easy—and he was so eager to respond to her messages—that he did it while he drove and nearly veered into a median on the way home. He knew she was working that night and so the messages slowed down in the evening. He had to pocket his phone at the dinner table per one of the few household rules, but he could still barely pay attention to the benign chatter of Tigris and the Grandma’am about grocery store deals and soap operas.

While he did the dishes, Tigris leaned against the counter, arms across her chest, and said, “You’re in a good mood today.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because you work sixty hours a week and don’t sleep.”

He glanced over his shoulder to find the Grandma’am had returned to her easy chair in the family room, the television blasting an obnoxious commercial jingle for a local car dealer.

“I met a girl,” he said.

Tigris’s pale eyebrows rose up to her equally pale hair. “A girl? Like, a girl girl?”

“How is a girl girl different than a girl?”

“I just mean, like, a girl?”

“I have a crush, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Tigris squealed and hugged him from the side. “Baby Coryo’s got his first crush!”

“It’s not my first—” He stopped. It was his first crush, aside from Geena Davis in A League of Their Own. His usual date for high school dances and makeout parties was Livia, who was easily the prettiest girl in his cohort just as he was the prettiest boy, although he had never been attracted to her and the feeling, or lack thereof, seemed to be mutual. But that was the Academy for you—if you looked like you should be together, then you were, by definition, together. The power of appearances.

“I guess it is,” he said to the dirty dishwater.

“Does she like you back?”

He hadn’t considered that. He’d just assumed she didn’t and never would. Everything he’d ever wanted had been out of his reach and Lucy Gray was no exception.

“I’ve been driving her home from work,” he said. “And we’ve been texting.”

He showed Tigris the text thread.

“All of this is from today?” she asked, scrolling and scrolling.

“She’s a bit verbose.”

“She uses so many emojis.”

“It’s so cute.”

“And look at all these spelling errors.”

“Also cute.”

Tigris looked up from the phone. “You’re really gone on her. I never thought you’d like a girl who messes up there, their, and they’re.”

“I’m not a pedant.”

“Pedantry is a core facet of your personality, Coryo. You started correcting my use of ‘whom’ when you were four.”

“You may have noticed I’ve changed a bit since then. If nothing else, I’m taller and slightly less obsessed with Spongebob Squarepants.”

She gave him a look.

“Okay, very slightly less,” he amended.

#free ride #writing update

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mrs-gucci · 1 year

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Home at Last

Commander Mills x female Reader

Mills wanting nothing more than to spend every moment for the rest of his life with you after narrowly escaping death 🔥🔥🔥

thanks for this request! enjoy some fluffy goodness with Mills!!

no warnings, just tooth rotting fluff :)

You’re so ready to have your lover back home. He’s been gone for far too long and you’ve missed him so much. You heard about the crash, you’d heard the distress calls he made from the uncharted planet, and the reality that he might not make it back hit you harder than anything else before.

But then you got the news that he and another survivor had made it onto the escape pod, and you breathed a huge sigh of relief. He’s okay, he’s gonna come back home.

A knock suddenly comes on the door and you rush to open it. Standing on the other side is your man, your beloved. Mills.

“I just got back but I—“

You jump into his arms and smash your lips against his as tears form in your eyes. He smiles, pulling you close and kissing you back desperately.

“I missed you — mm — so much,” you say between kisses, not wanting to fully break away from him. “God, it’s been so hard without you here. I was so worried about you—“

“I don’t wanna think about any of that right now, sweetheart,” he breathes, hands on your hips, on your ass. “I just need to be with you right now. I need you, baby.”

You’ve never heard such an expression of feelings from Mills before. He’s more of a physical love kind of guy than a vocal shower of feelings. His calloused hands hold your face gently and he looks into your eyes.

“I thought I’d never see you again, babygirl,” he whispers, emotion written all over his features. “There were so many times that I thought I wasn’t coming home, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how I’d never get to be with you again or tell you how much I adore you.”

You smile, leaning into his touch.

“Baby, I…I’ve never seen you like this before. But I’m definitely not complaining, I love when you say such sweet things about me. I adore you too, so, so much.”

A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips and he kisses you again and again and again.

“I’m never gonna let you go again.”

And he never, ever did.

****

send me your Mills thoughts!

tagging: @safarigirlsp

(let me know if you wanna be tagged in my Mills works by either commenting on this post or sending me a message in my inbox!)

#adcu #adam driver #adcu fanfiction #mrs-gucci #adam driver fanfiction #adcu fic #mills x reader #commander mills fanfiction #commander mills fluff #commander mills #adam driver fluff #adam driver character #65 #65 movie

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wolfboy88 · 1 month

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I’ve been having a really hard staying in this fandom. I’ve been on the outside looking into the thiam fandom for so long and wishing to have engagement with other writers, but it’s not happening . I don’t know how to get over the hurdle of just writing for me.

I go back-and-forth all the time about if I should find another fandom, but then I worry it might be me that’s the problem here.

Anyway, I’m telling you this because I would like to believe that I’m not the only person that’s felt isolated in this fandom and I wanted some advice . Writing has saved my life in a sense and it’s hard to break away from

First of all, I just want to start off with that I’m sorry to hear that you are struggling and feel isolated. That really sucks and I do hope it gets better.

Now, I’ve been contemplating about how to answer this ask since it hit my ask box this morning and I’m gonna try my best here but I might not be the best person for this.

I’ve been in this fandom for 2.5years now and I will admit when I first joined it was a little daunting/intimidating seeing all the connections and conversations already established between other blogs.

But I think the big thing is putting yourself out there, being active in rebloging others posts as well as your own stuff and participating in the various ask games and activities that circulate from time to time and send asks to the blogs you want to build a friendship with. Of course not every game is gonna be your cup of tea and there’s no rule saying you have to play all of them. I just found it helped me connect with other blogs and build a rapport.

I also recognised some of the blogs from the authors fics I read/follow on Ao3 and comment on their works. Trust me, us fan fic writers love when someone takes the time to comment on our work and we do notice/remember usernames that pop up frequently in our inboxes.

And the important thing is to remember it takes time to build the rapport. It’s not just gonna happen magically overnight and you will have to be patient. But Without knowing how long or what you have tried already makes it a little tricky to give you advice but these things were things that helped me and I hope that has helped you some.

Also, if you want to have more than one fandom, there’s no reason why you can’t.

Plus there is a thiam discord if you are interested. @ksbbb are you able to attach a new link to this post?

But most importantly, and as much as we all crave the views and the kudos and the likes and comments and validation, fanfic writing is supposed to be fun. Escapism for some of us. And if it’s helping you, please don’t stop or give it up.

If you wanna keep chatting, my inbox is always open or you can direct message me if you like.

#thanks for reaching out #i hope this is okay!#and I really hope it helps in some way

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dadmareau · 1 year

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Frequently Asked Questions (FAQ)

Q: Is there a fic I can read about this?

A: Sure is! This fic runs at a different pace than the askblog, but follows the same timeline.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45011398

Q: Does Komorebi take place over one year, or longer?

A: One year canonically, although for shenanigans there is an alternative timeline where they stay for longer.

Q: Are there any refs of the characters?

A: Yep, but as of 05/30/2023, they’re WIP. Check #design references and #design blueprints.

Q: Can I do my own designs for Dadmare & Sunbeam?

A: Sounds fun, go ahead.

Q: How old are Nightmare and Dream?

A: Dream is 7, which is about how old he was before the apple incident. Nightmare is a few centuries old, I’d say about 400-or the immortal equivalent of his late 40s.

Q: How tall are Nightmare and Dream?

A: Adult NM and Dream are around the 5’5” range. By winter, Dadmare becomes more like 5’8” and his body changes/grows. Sunbeam is more like 3’5” and becomes 3’7” (and a half) by winter, which is very important to him.

Metric stuff:

Nightmare - begins at 165cm and grows to 175cm.

Dream - begins at 107cm and grows to 113cm.

Q: Is Passive Nightmare/Kid Nightmare going to show up later?

A: Don’t be expecting him any time soon.

Q: Why isn’t [any Dreamtale canonical element] here?

A: The Dreamtale here is canon-divergent, and I am going off the rails!

Q: Is speculative fanart/writing okay?

A: Sure! I love reading your theories and seeing your work. Just make sure to tag me so I can see it! Same goes for any of your own continuations of dropped side stories or likewise. I know I progress pretty slow.

Q: Will Nightmare’s old life/timeline ever be brought up, or will the story solely focus on the main two bros?

A: It will be brought up!

Q: Will you ever finish [side story]?

A: I have a pretty limited attention span, so presume not.

Q: Will anyone die?

A: Not the main characters. Nightmare already got his dose of death once.

Q: Can I use the same premise and do my own AU/rendition?

A: Dude, yeah. Go crazy. As long as your work is different enough from mine, no worries. Don’t copy and paste my stuff just to slightly change one or two things, though.

Q: Can my headcanon be real?

A: In your heart, anything can be real.

Q: Can I ship Dadmare with [anyone]?

A: Go crazy.

Q: I can ship Dadmare with even myself?

A: If you’re into that, go for it.

Q: Can I put my characters in this story / put these characters into my story?

A: Sure. Just credit me where necessary.

Q: Can you draw [blank]?

A: Nah, I just do whatever I want.

Q: Can I sell commercially produced merch/RedBubble stuff/etc. of Dadmare AU?

A: Nah. Handmade or artisan items, commissioned artwork/writing, and the like are fine though. If you’re unsure, please ask through my inbox, I’ll message you back.

Q: Can I repost this work/Komorebi on other sites?

A: Nah. I already have accounts for them. I don’t appreciate the reproduction of my work. Translations are fine, though, but please ask first so I am aware, and tag me afterwards.

Q: If I have questions not answered here, can I send an ask?

A: Sure thing. I may not respond immediately. Things get lost in the inbox.

#ooc #modmare #faq #info #updated 5:/30/2023

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halfmoth-halfman · 1 year

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You should respond to reblog comments more tbh. People are taking the time to reblog your stuff, and tell you how much they enjoyed it and not answering is kinda rude. I love your fics, and you seem nice and all, but I’ve seen your notes recently— they’re nowhere near what they used to be and you don’t get anywhere near as much interaction as other CoD writers. It’d probably help your blog a lot! Just some advice, but maybe think about it! 😘💖

this has been sitting in my inbox for a few days cause i've been debating about whether or not i want to answer this, but i'm 98% sure you're the same anon who's sent me a few other messages since they all use the same kiss emoji and are riddled with the same backhanded bullshit you're spewing here, and you've succeeded in annoying me so here's your answer before you get blocked. 😘

i do this for fun. writing is not my bread and butter, it's not how i make my money, it's not how i support myself. it is a hobby. i use some of my free time to write and post fics for my own enjoyment above all else. i don't give a fuck about how many notes, or likes, or reblogs i do or don't get. is it nice to see them and see comments from people who enjoy my stuff? absolutely. i'm incredibly thankful for anyone who takes time out of their day to read one of my fics and even more so for people who go out of their way to interact with me and my work, but i'm not going to worry myself over numbers, because that's not why i write.

also, i've been in fandom spaces for a long time and, i hate to break it to you, but more often than not fandoms tend to slow down and die after the initial hype. i posted my first CoD fic like a week or two after the game came out when it was blowing up all over social media, of course it got an unusually high amount of notes that were, honestly, a little bit overwhelming at the time. now it's been some time, and the hype for the game has died down, so people are moving on to different shows/games/etc. which means interaction is gonna slow down. it happens, and i don't intend to sit and worry over how many asks or reblogs or whatever i get compared to other blogs. that's not fair to me, the other authors, or the people interacting. i'm happy with where my blog is at, and the amount of interaction i get.

i've said this a few times already, but i work a full-time job and have other obligations outside of tumblr. i don't have a lot of free time, and have to plan ahead how i want to spend it. i try my best to respond to replies, to answer asks, and everything else when i can, but i am an adult with adult responsibilities and just don't have time to keep up with every single like and reblog i get. that doesn't mean i'm purposely ignoring anyone, or that i'm ungrateful, i just simply don't have the time to keep up with every single notification i get. if i had more time in the day, then i'd probably respond more and be more active here in general, but i don't.

i greatly appreciate every single follower i have, every person who likes, reblogs, comments, replies, sends asks, etc. while i write for myself, it's always nice seeing other people enjoying my work, i won't pretend that it isn't. it absolutely blows me away the amount of people who like my writing enough to tell me. i'm always open to people sending me stuff, and try to respond as best i can, but i feel it's unfair (and not just to me, but to other writers and creators in general) to call me rude for not responding how you think i should. and i think it's even more rude for you to come into my inbox (on anon of all things) to spam me with messages about how you think i should run my blog with condescending and backhanded asks that you want to pretend is friendly advice.

i think it would be good for you to take some time and step away from tumblr and go outside, touch some grass, climb a tree, eat some dirt, or interact with real people, and maybe try to realize that, outside of this blog, i am a person too and one who really doesn't need to deal with this shit.

Just some advice, but maybe think about it! 😘💖

#anon #moth talks #answered

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melodygatesauthor · 9 months

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Weekly Update

8/20/2023

Announcements

- A Bit Dodgy is almost finished -

The chapter coming out this week is the second to last chapter for the series. It’s such a bitter sweet thing, ending a series, especially one that I’ve built such a community around. I’ve written 5 novel-length fics over the course of the last year, and A Bit Dodgy will be number 6. On 09/04/2023 it will be my one-year anniversary of writing fanfiction since coming back after not writing for about a decade and l can’t believe it. Holy CRAP. I’ll take the time to reminisce about my numbers and statistics on my one-year mark, don’t you worry lol. There will definitely be a celebration.

That being said, ending a series never gets easier. Even though I write for these characters all the time, Steven, Marc and Jake in this case, I’m still closing the book on this version of them. It’s sad, but I’m also very ready to move on to other stories and other versions of these characters. I also think I’ll write some headcanons and one-shots as I feel the desire to just to take the edge off when I’m missing them. I’ll talk more about this when I finish A Bit Dodgy. <3

- Requests are officially closed -

I’m not sure if I’ll ever be in a position to take requests again or not. My WIP list is a mile long, and right now (summer) is a VERY busy time for both of my jobs. I’m lucky if I get one day off a week. All this to say, it’s not feasible for me to continue taking requests when I can’t even handle the fics I have currently in the works.

I’m not saying I’ll never do requests again, it’s just not realistic right now. There will still be follower celebrations and birthday events and things like that in which I may take limited requests, but as far as the regular ones go, I gotta stop taking them for now. - THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'M MAKING THIS ANNOUNCEMENT. PLEASE READ IT.

Fic Updates

Disclaimer - I never know which way the winds of inspiration will blow. Timeframes aren’t a promise/guarantee, they’re a goal.

Fic Updates Legend:

Blue - Update this week

Pink - Update in progress

Red - Backburner Fic (not currently working on. See WIP list for status)

You can find my current WIP list here

Chaptered Fic Updates

A Bit Dodgy - Chapter 17 is coming this week, but I need more time. So it won't come out tomorrow, it will be out Tuesday or Wednesday instead! Thank you for understanding!

Always Yours, Never Mine - Chapter 3 is done! Just need to finish editing! I'll be putting it out Saturday bbs <3

The Fractured Moon - My primary focus this past week has been getting A Bit Dodgy finished, and also working on getting the requests and stuff for my 2k celebration done. I'll be working on part 4 of TFM this week to hopefully post next week!

Mini-series Updates

Feeling You Can’t Fight - Chapter 3 is done! I just need to finish editing and posting hehe.

All on the backburner for now but will get additional chapters soon:

Not a Doctor - Part 2

Worth the Risk - Part 3

AI Character Bot Updates

I currently have the following bots on my list that I’m working on. If you have any suggestions or additions you’d like, please feel free to ask! I won’t make every single one I get asked for but I’ll make some of them as I get time!

DBF Jake and Steven (I already did Marc...did I ever post him? I thought I did but maybe not)

Patient Steven and Marc

Moon Knight Rescue scenario

Miguel AI Assistant Scenario (inspired by @missdictatorme's Halo fic).

Am I missing any? Don't see one on the list that you want to add? Send me an inbox or private message! No promises, but if I like the idea I'll make an AI bot.

Requests

I'm finishing up all the inboxes from my 2k Follower Celebration! I'm almost through those so please bear with me.

There are 2 regular requests I have that will both be released this week! Exciting! - Those are the last 2 I have. Starting next week, the "request" category of my weekly update will be gone!

I think that's all for now! Much love!

Don't forget to follow my other blogs:

@melodymakesart - My art blog

@lockandkeynovel - The blog for my original fiction novel, Lock & Key

@melodyreadsfanfiction - The blog where I reblog works I intend to read, a good place for fanfic readers to follow!

@melodygatesupdates - This is where I'll reblog any chapter updates for my fics and whatnot. This is what I use instead of a tag list!

#moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector #melody talks #melody gates weekly updates #melodys weekly updates

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yuriisclumsy · 2 months

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Howdy! Long time no see!

I reread your Time Dilation AU and a thought just struck me; with so many changes, what stayed throughout the ages? And then the part of me that cared about Jean (because she was my first 5 star) suddenly flared up.

My question is: What happened to the Gunnhildr Clan?

(Bonus meme lmao 'cause why not:)

–What happened to the Gunnhildr Clan?

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Hello! It indeed has been awhile, hasn't it? I had a lot of things happening. School, writer's block, and whatnot. It isn’t something to worry about. I am glad you’re interested in Time Dilation! It was my second idea for a ‘book’(fanfiction–but we don’t talk about that).

Now that you bring this up, it does pose a good question: “What happened to the descendants of all the characters we know and love?”

Initially–when I was writing this–I had just made the lazy decision of just reincarnating every character into the modern Teyvatian world. Now, I feel bad for all the short-lived characters for not giving it much thought. So, to make up for my faults. I have decided to update Time Dilation! Even when I haven't finished any of my other projects… but let us ignore that for now!

Sight… seems like this ‘world’ needs more fixing.

Because I will be updating this, I’ll answer your question and expand on it on the update. Please keep me in-check and message me, or send another inbox reminding me. I tend to lose track of time.

I like to believe that all members of the Gunnhildr Clan passed away in either a brave or heroic act, or peacefully in the comfort of their homes. That said, because of the Gunnhildr Clan’s reputation, they are one of the few families in Teyvat that have maintained their presence and influence. So, worry not! The Gunnhildr Clan is as strong and mighty as ever!

Oh! If you’re wondering, Jean’s and Barbara’s reincarnations are still related! They belong to the Gunnhildr family but are in separate branches. Jean is the daughter of the Clan’s first-household. While Barbara is in one of the lower-households. They are third cousins’ twice removed!

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???: I wonder what got me to do so much…

???: Ah, it doesn't matter anyway! As long as I can get my mind to work it’s all the same to me.

…: !!!

???: huh?

???: Oh, hello there little one. Been a while, huh?

…: !

???: Happy to see…me? Well aren’t you adorable?

???: I'm happy to see you too, little one.

???: Ready for the next update?

…: *nod*

???: Wonderful.

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To: @udretlnea

I would also like to thank you personally. For staying for as long as you have and asking questions, even if it does take me a long time to respond. I really appreciate it.

Btw, I liked the meme. it cool.

ѕιgnє∂ чυяι—

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