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funnyao3 · 7 months

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"I'm not arguing with you over killing my father," Wylan says while trying to fight off a grin. "I'd highly prefer it if my boyfriend stays out of jail."

"As if we'd get caught," Kaz says, sounding almost offended. "Van Eck has countless enemies. It'd take them years to get through the list of suspects, let alone actually figure it out. He's old, too. It'd be easy to make it look natural."

"Have you thought about killing my father before?"

"Haven't we all," Kaz states more than asks, and Wylan can't honestly say no.

"I haven't," Matthias says after a few seconds of silence.

"You don't count. You have like… morals 'n shit." Jesper gives Matthias a judgemental look and only gets an annoyed eye roll in response.

"I have morals," Inej says, and then when everyone looks at her expectantly, she adds, quietly and a little shameful, "I've thought about it."

"We are not killing my father. We're not." Wylan shoots Kaz a glare when he opens his mouth to complain, and he huffs and looks away.

"Enough joking about murder," Wylan says, "I just want a calm, peaceful, crime free life, please."

"You can have a peaceful life with a dead father."

"Kaz."

Kaz makes an expression and a little motion with his hands, as if to say Well, it's true, but doesn't otherwise complain again.

#source:#a lack of air supply #milkfrog #six of crows #six of crows fanfiction #soc #soc ao3 #soc fic #wylan van eck #wylan hendriks #kaz brekker #jesper fahey #nina zenik #inej ghafa #matthias helvar #wesper #funnay ao3 #out of context ao3 #ao3 out of context

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mildlylesbian · 1 year

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Choice 1:

Option 2:

Option 3:

Option 4:

Option 5:

#polls #ao3 notes #out of context ao3

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qsmpbutwithsignlanguage · 2 months

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If you really want a treat, scroll through the Wilbur Soot tag on AO3 and go to the most recent chapter updates. The authors have some insanely well articulated thoughts and points about this all, and it's crazy to watch them bring their work to a screeching stop to firmly leave Wilbur to burn and support Shubble. This has been some of the most unanimous support I've seen for any victim online, ever, and it's insane.

#wilbur soot #Wilbur soot abuse #tw: abuse #sort of #shubble #shelby shubble #ao3 #fanfiction #I realize these tags are incredibly concerning out of context but I promise this isn't weirdchamp

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ryssbelle · 2 months

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Poppy for N2 au, it took me so long to make her design cuz I didn't really know what I wanted to do only because I feel like her design is pretty perfect.

But then I just thought about fun outfits to give her or outfits that I would find comfortable if I was wearing them and it all came together.

Poppy here is pretty much the same as here movie counterpart, as nothing really changes on her end of things other than having more insight on Branch through his brothers, and through Lief. Shes also a bit more understanding a bit earlier on because of it but it doesnt do much to change her own character arc I would say.

Bonus

Part of Poppys design was based off a design I had made for previous rulers of Troll Village/Tree

Namely Queen Protea who I designed as Poppys grandmother

Named after the Protea flower which part of her design is based off :D

In the context of this Au Protea was the one who conceptualized the tunnels while her son, King Peppy, was the one to follow through after her death

#my art #dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls 3 #trolls au #trolls band together #trolls branch #trolls poppy #trolls oc #trolls oc lief #trolls oc protea #its really hard to mess with poppy at least in the context of this au cuz like i said nothing really changes on her end #whats changed in this au was just stuff on Branchs side of things #Poppy can witness these things but she herself isnt really changed by them #she of course would have more insight on Branchs life through his brothers and the addition of Lief as a character #but idk if that would fully change her approach with him other than what ive displayed #where shed try to relate to branch rather than trying to force him to relate to her #which would then most likely make her more understanding going forward than she was in canon #im still figuring her out #also since im in the tags and nobody really reads this #i feel brave enough to say #that secretly #ive been kind of sort of #posting a fanfic of this au under the name not the only one #on ao3 #and thats where Protea comes from #its not well written in the slightest #but its just for fun and practice so in my mind it doesnt really have to be entirely #but i am having fun with it #so if you see this and check it out please be so very nice to me please

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out-of-context-ao3-screenshots · 10 months

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Breaking Bread by @ss-shitstorm

#out of context ao3 screenshots #ao3 #archive of our own #guys go read this fic its really funny

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angry-geese · 9 months

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Gojo/reader/Nanami >:)

Warnings: not osha compliant. threesome (MxMxF), oral (F & M receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, possibly a little ooc, this is pretty much just smut lol

Word Count: just under 2.3k

Synopsis: some shameless smut between coworkers >:)

a/n: I found this mostly finished in my drafts and god only knows how long it's been sitting in there so I made some edits to it so it could be posted lol. posting this before i leave for work so if there are any egregious errors i'll fix them when i get home :)

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As you go over the events of the night in your head, you still can't quite figure out how you ended up in this situation; sprawled across Kento’s lap, with Satoru’s hands trailing up your shirt.

Technically, it was your idea. “Girls Night”, or so you dubbed it; a bi-weekly hangout with Shoko, and occasionally Nanami. Gojo only tagged along on a technicality, not long after Shoko canceled, leaving the three of you alone in your apartment on a rainy Saturday night.

From the very beginning, it was clear Satoru had little interest in the show. Kento was less than pleased about his inclusion in the first place. Still you settle down onto the couch, intent on making them watch this show. You’re going to talk to them about it whether they want you to or not. Nanami begrudgingly allows you to press your cold feet against his legs, while your head rests against Gojo’s shoulder. Their hands were too warm—too inviting—to push away. The combined smell of their cologne was intoxicating.

You’re not certain who brings it up first. A small part of you wonders if they planned this on their own. Never on your own would you have dared to ask something like this from your coworkers.

It's a dangerous game you're playing, but when you're situated in Nanami’s lap, with Gojo trailing kisses down your neck, you can't stop to give consequences much thought. Your body practically feels feverish. You’re just a bit too pliable, too reactive to their touch. If Nanami wasn't in the way, you’d be squeezing your thighs together to get the slightest bit of relief.

“Stop grabbing her ass!” Nanami says, slapping Gojo’s hand away.

“Then turn around and let me grab yours,” Satoru says, his voice muffled against your neck.

Gojo’s hands find your breasts, kneading at the plush flesh through the fabric of your shirt. Tucking your legs under you, you sit back on your calves, allowing you to sit at eye-level with the two men. Nanami’s hands push up under the hem of your shirt, exposing a bit of your midriff. The two act like starved dogs, hungrily taking in the slightest bit of exposed skin.

Your shirt is thrown off to the side. Gojo tugs the cups of your bra down—a light, lacy one that makes faint blush dust Nanami's cheeks—exposing your breasts. He averts his eyes. Maybe out of respect for you. Not that your bra covered much at all, Gojo notes rather loudly, it's practically see through. In your defense, it was comfortable. Not that they care. They’re practically begging to rip it off. You make sure to unhook it so it’s not shredded.

“Look at you,” Gojo leans down to coo into your ear, “how pretty. What do you think, Nanamin?”

“Don't call me that.” Nanami says with a scowl.

“What? That’s what she calls you.” Satoru’s hand comes up to give your chin a squeeze. “You don't think we couldn't hear you in the dorms? Late at night, when everyone was supposed to be asleep. Calling out his name all-”

Just when you think Nanami couldn't get any more red, he does. He silences Satoru with a kiss. The man is blushing from his forehead, to his chest. A shaky hand takes his glasses off, setting them on the table beside the couch. The look behind his eyes is unreadable. Those same, shaky hands move to loosen his tie, as if it’s become too tight around his neck. His body has grown too warm. He undoes the top few buttons of his shirt in an attempt to cool himself down. The two of you are practically drooling at the small patch of his exposed chest.

“Of course you’d listen in on a girls dorm,” you say, rolling your eyes, “I always knew you were weird like that, ‘Toru.”

Though you can't see it, his face goes red. Gojo rarely lets his stoic composure falter like this. A small laugh escapes Nanami.

One of Gojo’s hands worms under the band of your shorts, into your panties. A shock of pleasure is sent up your spine the moment his thumb grazes your clit. Your body freezes. The sound of your heartbeat is heavy in your ears, which their voices are barely audible over.

“You think I was the only one?” Gojo leans in to nip at your earlobe, chuckling at the way you gasp, “it was his name you were calling out after all. You wouldn't believe how long we’ve been wanting to do this… Isn't that right, Nanamin?”

There’s no hiding the tent he sports in his pants. He’s painfully hard now, his cock leaking precum against his toned thighs. Kento swallows hard. Slowly, he nods.

“Should we put on a show for him?” You ask.

Gojo’s voice catches in his throat. It's not the response he expected from you, but it's not an unwelcome one.

You lift your hips enough for Gojo to slide your shorts—along with your panties—down your hips. Nanami catches them as they slide down your thighs, pulling them completely off, leaving you bare in front of the two men.

Gojo lets out a soft hum of approval at the sight of your slick cunt. Though he shows no sign of it, he’s nearly as nervous as Nanami. His hands tremble in such a faint manner that only you would see. To a waver in his voice that you have to listen harder to notice. He's breathing harder than usual. The only thing that gives him away is his hardened cock pressing into you from behind, straining against his uniform. You can tell he wants nothing more than to free himself, and fuck you into the couch cushions, but he has enough restraint to wait. This time, he has to share.

Your body jolts as Gojo’s fingers momentarily dip into your slit, grazing your clit. They’re followed soon by his mouth, his tongue working messily against the bundle of nerves. You’re too worked up to hide your shame, fingers burying in his snowy locks of hair. Nanami can only contain himself for so long, palming himself through the fabric of his trousers for some sense of relief.

“There—” you huff.

“Here?” Gojo coos, almost as if he’s mocking you. The absence of his mouth against your clit makes you whine. “You’ve gotta tell me where you want me.”

“Inside—” you say, “I want your cock in me!”

Your words nearly make Nanami choke. Gojo too. His face is red, and his neck is white. His glasses are shoved up into his hair, staring at you through half-lidded eyes.

He laughs, though you can hear the eagerness in his voice. “Not yet,” he says, “didn't you want to put on a show?”

Gojo’s words—more like his tone—make your stomach flutter. He's just being cruel at this point!

You would not believe how many hours he’s spent imaging you under him. All the things he’s thought about doing to you. Imagining how you sound, how you feel, how you taste. How many nights he’s spent imagining his hand was your own. How many comments in passing he’s made to Nanami.

Neither would you believe the grip you have on him. On both of them. ‘Your boys’ you’ve so affectionately dubbed them. Maybe they took the name to heart.

“It's only fair you go first,” he says, motioning to Kento.

“I want to know what she thinks,” Nanami says. It's your body, it should be up to you. They have no plans of doing anything that you don't want to do.

“You can't both go at the same time?” You ask.

Gojo hadn't even thought of that. Nanami had. He's gone over this moment in his head. Maybe a thousand times, if not more. Yet he had never expected any of this to come to life.

“There's lube—in the side table drawer,” you say, “my room. Condoms too but I’m on the pill.”

In the time it takes Gojo to go fetch the lube, Nanami is nearly undressed. All that remains are his boxers; a wet patch forms where his cock leaks precum against his thigh. Satoru makes some comment about the two of you starting without him, but the blood rushing in your ears is too loud for you to hear him.

Satoru finds a seat on the couch between the two of you. Off comes his coat, then shirt, then belt. His glasses are set on the coffee table with little care to how they land. He pours some lube into his palm, working it over his hand to warm it up. Your fingers work their way under the band of Nanami’s boxers, shoving them down just enough that his hardened cock springs free.

As you lay sprawled out on the couch between them, there’s hardly enough room for you. Satoru’s hips are flush with yours now, his clothes cock pressing into your thigh, while your head lays in Nanami’s lap.

Kento sits before you, stunned, acting as if he can't decide what to do with his hands. You guide one to your hair, the other falls limply at his side as your tongue trails up the underside of his cock. He and Satoru are comparable in size, both being uncut, although Gojo is slightly thinner. Satoru is shaved, Kento isn't, although the hair at the base of his cock is quite light, and neat. You swear you feel him twitch when you take his cock into your hand, then eventually, your mouth. He’s long enough that you gag, a mix of spit and precum running down your chin. A thin strand of saliva connects your lips to his cock as he pulls away, muttering a quiet apology. Kento Nanami, normally so composed, looks nothing short of starstruck. It must take every last bit of his self control to not thrust into your mouth. Your hands around his shaft—mouth working along his length—is simply too much for him to hold back.

Gojo’s fingers find your clit, toying with the bundle of nerves in rhythm with your own movements. A mix of lube, and your own slick drip down your thighs, and most likely your couch too. There’s a mess between your thighs that if the circumstances were even the slightest bit different you would be embarrassed. Your nails dig into Gojo’s forearm, leaving little crescent shaped marks. If you were pressing any harder, you'd be drawing blood.

He might just be into that.

Gojo enters you not long after that, smirking at Nanami’s thinly veiled attempt to stop himself from cumming. The noise he makes when he sheathes himself fully is telling; he’s not far from cumming either. Neither are you; back arched, pressing back against Gojo.

His fingers never leave your clit, working across the sensitive nub erratically. It’s just constant enough that your own orgasm comes up sooner than expected. And you do so shamelessly, clenching around Gojo as he works you through your release. His own thrusts grow sloppier as he nears orgasm, although he appears as if he’s holding himself back.

Nanami is next. To his credit, he does try to pull out before he cums. The angle of your bodies on the couch, mixed with your own eagerness to work him through his own release prevents him from doing so. When he cums, he cums lots, and your first instinct is to swallow it. With his thumb, he wipes away the little bit that's dribbled down your chin. Words of praise fall past his lips, although his mind is too addled with pleasure for them to make much sense. You lay there, your head in his lap, fingers laced with his as his cock softens before you.

Satoru lets out a whine as he's about to cum. Which, at least to him, is a bit alarming that he's done so this fast. Nanami spots it a mile away; the only reason you don't is due to your back being to him.

He intends to cum inside you at first, but second guesses himself, pulling out to finish himself off in his hand. From him spills faint, nonsensical praise as he cums across your back. Then comes the scramble of trying to clean it—you—up before a further mess is made. A guilty look spreads across his face as he glances down at the couch. From the floor, he retrieves a shirt, cleaning what he can off your back.

“It’s fine,” you say, “I’ve needed a new couch for a while anyway. Did you seriously have to use my shirt, though?”

The expression across Satoru’s face resembles a grimace, more than it does a smile, although he tries to pass it off as the latter. “I mean,” he says, a nervous laugh escaping him, “I considered using Kento’s but he’d probably strangle me here and you could just walk into your room and grab a clean one.” Satoru rattles on about the price of his shirt—the tailoring, and brand, and dry cleaning cost. You tune it out.

“You’re an ass,” comments Nanami.

“Yeah, I walked into that one, didn't I?” Gojo says.

It doesn't take long for you to get comfortable, sprawled across both their laps. To give himself something to do, Nanami’s hands find your hair, brushing it away from your eyes. Satoru’s hand falls upon your thigh, his other placed firmly behind his head. Were the circumstances any different, the repetitive, soothing motions would put you to sleep, but you can't quite calm your racing heart.

You turn your attention back to the TV, right as the two main love interests embrace one another in a kiss. Credits roll moments after.

“Looks like we missed the show.” Satoru says.

#jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #gojo x reader #nanami smut #gojo smut #not osha compliant #this probably would have worked pretty well with getou instead of nanami but idk i dont feel like i write getou very well #at least in like smut context lol #ill probably cross post this on ao3 too im just running out of time before i need to leave lol

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funnyao3 · 8 months

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“It’s just,” he continued, “I’ve noticed that humans—some humans, anyway—they use that word, angel, as a…well, as a sort of…endearment.”

“Do they?” said Crowley, who had invented using the word as an endearment in the 13th century AD.

#source:#Any other name #Ignaz #ao3 #out of context ao3 #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #ineffable husbands

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sanaserena · 7 months

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You were in the midst of running through all the possible options of escape in your head when your thoughts were interrupted by the one voice you didn’t particularly want to hear.

“What is going on?”

Underneath Corazon, you stiffened. You unwittingly caught Corazon’s gaze. It was Doffy. Doffy had come out. Was it the children? Judging by their startled appearance, they were just as surprised.

Corazon eased up on his hold, and you sat up, brushing down your shorts and ignoring the grassy stains on your knees.

“There are better places to fuck,” Doffy said, arms folded over his chest, looking between you and Corazon.

You blinked, confused. “What, that’s not—”

He turned his gaze to you, his mouth quirking up at the corner in warning. “That’s not what? Are you going to tell me, you and my brother were in the middle of something else?”

You swallowed.

When you didn’t answer, he smiled knowingly. “Didn’t think so. Corazon’s a beast, isn’t he?”

Something like that. In your defence, you wanted to argue that it was just because he was bigger. But that was a terrible excuse. Your father had taught you better, and so had Lao G.

“Corazon?” He shifted his attention to his brother.

You braced yourself for a response, weighing up on the risk you had taken in the first place.

But Corazon said nothing. Doffy sighed—relief or something else, you didn’t know. Just like that, Corazon had removed the worst of this outcome.

“Let’s continue this inside.”

That caught your attention. “What?”

“I can feel the tension within you, it’s tighter than the bow on Baby 5’s head. I know just what you need.”

The very idea wasn’t unappealing. If anything, your womb was rejoicing. Arousal and other not so wondrous fluids spooled between your legs even as you followed Doffy back to the castle.

“You too, Cora.”

That surprised both you and Corazon. “What?” you said sharply.

“I said there were better places to fuck, didn’t I?” Doffy looked over his shoulder at you, his smile a full-blown grin.

It dawned on you then what he intended. The provoking grin dared you to contradict him, to confirm otherwise. It dared you to tell the truth. If you told him the truth, that you had sought Corazon out on purpose for a fight, you would have to face the blood law—regardless of whether you hurt Corazon or not. It didn’t matter that you hadn’t used haki in the end. It only mattered that you’d raised your hand to his one and only blood relative.

You looked at Corazon, but for once today, he wasn’t directly looking at you.

“But Doffy!” you protested.

“It’s nice to see you getting along with my brother,” Doffy drawled, ignoring the panic in your voice. “Sharing is caring, they say. I suppose if there was one person I’d share you with, it would be Corazon. And he does look in need of some entertaining.”

You blinked in shock. Every word he spoke registered. But as important as the words that he said were, so were the words unsaid—Doffy only wanted to see you getting along with his brother, that regardless of what you were just doing with Corazon, the unsaid awareness that you both were indeed fighting, all would be forgiven so long as you allowed Doffy to share you with Corazon.

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'Reader gets caught "fighting" Corazon, Doffy interprets it as he like' scene from my ongoing canon (intended) compliant fic, Doffy's Whore, over on AO3 (Doflamingo X reader and Rosinante X reader pairing; Aokiji X reader endgame - the relationships are a little complicated, see AO3 notes, mind the warnings.)

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote doflamingo x reader #corazon x reader #aokiji x reader #aokiji x reader endgame #long fic #smut fic #plot driven #mind the fic warnings #donquixote rosinante #rosinante x reader #the womb line is odd out of context😅

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vamprisms · 10 months

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saying fanfiction 'is where most authors start' like that's a good thing and not why there are reams of shit on the front table of your local book shop

#also. it isnt. there are plenty of writers who don't write fan fiction.#*turning off rbs because idw people taking this out of the context of the post before it and calling me a #fascist who hates gay people and is trying to blow up ao3's server rooms like they are on that other post

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ethdeleth · 2 months

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I’m just saying everyone seems less than hyped about Casey being in his early 20s but if Jr is in his 20s that means he probably is the most cannon ‘Peepaw’ we will ever get and we aren’t ready for it. Have you ever tried raising siblings after running away from home? Same vibes

Casey trying to figure out how to be a role model to the men/women that raised him. Age difference not being huge but the experiences skyrocketing him to a different level regardless. Trying to still grow up himself while also figuring out what that even MEANS to him. And like. Major PTSD shit someone get him in therapy.

My Personal examples/headcannons:

Raph getting his angry streak going after being ‘demoted’ while Casey has only known him as big and doting/protective. Helping him get his frustration out the best way he knows how, the way Future!Raph taught him being a parallel he’s just not ready for. Maybe a bit of self destructing being fueled on both ends?

Leonardo figuring out the Mr. Leader BS and not wanting to ask for help, and Casey KNOWING he’s struggling because he probably did back in the last timeline too. Wanting to offer help but being shot down by Leo’s ego and overconfident facade.

Donatello trying to ask him about what happened in the other timeline while Casey is torn between telling them everything but also still wondering about parallels and not messing things up. Letting bits and pieces fall out because you know. That was his LIFE he’s trying to not talk about. Of course some things are gonna slip.

(Do you know PersonA?” “Yeah he and Raph blew up a hospital together. “I DID WHAT-“

Being STUPIDLY paranoid about Michelangelo doing anything mystic related because he watched Mikey age and burn himself away with his own magic.

Crazy cautious around Draxum because of it. Draxum encouraging the power while all Casey can think of is His Mikey’s smiling face before he disintegrates.

Idk what splinter’s spiel would be. I have a general assumption he wouldn’t live long enough to make influence on Casey. Maybe helps Casey understand why the turtles raised him in a certain way.

Cassandra and he would keep such a far distance from each other for a VERY long time. Both having to be slowly introduced to each other like cats.

COMMANDER ONIEL still trying to figure her shit out, and Casey being her ABSOLUTE HYPE MAN because he KNOWS her ass can do it.

#rottmnt #writing #casey jones #rottmnt casey jr #Casey jr #ao3 #wwcbts #probably gonna write more abt this later #Leonardo hamato #donatello #rise michelangelo #idk I’m too lazy to tag stuff dude.#tmnt #rambles #out of context spoilers

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