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[arvandus]

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🤲pls arv, a little snippet of you will. 🙏🙏🙏🌝

OH, um, here's a lil' something from the NSFW Dabi oneshot I had started ages ago....

“Kiss me,” he said.

It wasn’t a plea; it was demand.

It took you by surprise.  But you obliged, putting your hand around the back of his neck to pull him toward you even as your heart rattled wildly in your ribs.

You kissed him, mouth capturing his fully, your tongue meeting his in the wet darkness of his mouth. You tried to keep the desperation from leaking through, to keep your actions intentional and precise.  You still wanted to keep control, to not lose yourself.  What if you came across as too desperate? What if it turned him off?

It apparently wasn’t what he wanted.

He pushed you away the smallest fraction, breaking the kiss.  His eyes bore into yours, challenging you. “Kiss me like you fucking mean it."

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“Wait, wait!” He cut in, panicked—if she started to cry, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. “My name’s Barry. Barr-y, can you say that?”

~daddy issues au intro fic

little 11-year-old Barry adores his new baby sister already 🥺 (he’s already wrapped around her little finger, it’s so adorable!)

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[avatarskywalker78]

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Melissa did not weep, even as she wanted to, wanted to fall to the ground and wail out her grief – dead, dead, Lyanna was dead – but she didn’t. Ned was already doing that, clutching Lyanna and howling and not even registering what was going on around him. Jaeherys was crying too, as though he knew he was an orphan now, and it really was a battle not to join in because oh gods, Lyanna was dead. Her oldest friend, sixteen years of age, dead in childbed because Rhaegar fucking Targaryen hadn’t made sure the woman he supposedly loved had the proper care— Eventually a small man – Howland Reed, she remembered, the Crannogman – came in, going over to Ned and speaking quietly to him, and whatever he said must’ve registered, as Ned finally let Lyanna go. It felt too private, so she glanced away as Howland led Ned out of the room, and Melissa went over to Jaeherys in his crib. He really did have the Stark look – she hoped he’d keep that, for his sake, wouldn’t end up with the Targaryen hair or eyes, hoped that Lyanna’s son had enough of her to keep him alive… She almost jumped ten feet in the air when someone cleared their throat.

This is from my ASOIAF AU - as in I'm mostly gonna be following the books - featuring my OC Melissa Blackwood (I'm aware this has been used in canon but I like the name) - this is from the first part just after Lyanna's died, and Melissa's devastated because Lyanna was one of her two closest friends and now she's gone and only Jaeherys (Jon) is left of her.

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[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

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From The Molly Yates Chronicles:

“You’ve got a visitor,” the nurse says to the baby in her arms. David’s heart beats frantically as she places his little girl in his arms.  Alert gray-blue eyes look up at him.  It might be wishful thinking, but David believes she recognizes him. He smiles at her.  “Hello, love.  Do you remember me?  I found you outside my flat and then I brought you here.  I know it’s only been two days, but that’s got to be a lifetime for you.  I’ve got news for you.  I’m your daddy!” 

Tagging @goldheartedchaoticdisaster @cecexwrites @curiousdamage @zatannakai2416

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“You really don’t know?” She asked.

Tammy shook her head, her forehead wrinkling in worry. 

Penny didn’t want to tell her. She looked so worried for her. She’d be disgusted by her when she found out. She didn’t want whatever they had to come to an end. It was the only thing she had to look forward to at school.

But… the second they stepped out of this closet, Tammy would know. In a much more malicious way, too. Wouldn’t it be better to hear it from Penny herself?

“Penny,” Tammy said gently, “you don’t have to tell me yet if you don’t want to. But if or when you do… I’ll listen. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

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hhh cdplayer janitor's closet wip my beloved and beloathed

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[littledreamling]

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Thank you for the bouquet!! Here's the first paragraph from one of the first wips I started after watching the show and doing a deep-dive into comic lore (and then subsequently forgot all about... oops lmao). Anyway, here's Hob meeting Delirium for the first time!

Hob Gadling considered himself a fairly sane person, or at least as sane as an almost 700 year-old human who was dating the literal personification of dreams could possibly be. He had a stable job, a stable place to live, a stable relationship, and a stable, standing therapy appointment (if you could consider Death’s weekly dinners with her brother therapy sessions, which Hob definitely did). He was stable in almost every sense of the word. He supposed, if he really sat down to think about it, that the vast majority of people would’ve gone bonkers not even 100 years into an eternity of immortality, but he hadn’t. Well and truly, he was sane. When he responded to the knock at his front door to find a young woman with mismatched eyes on his doorstep, he had the distinct feeling that that was about to change.

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[greaterspawnislands]

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"You are a terrible help in the kitchen," she scolds when she turns around, struggling to keep the reprimanding frown on her face with how Phil is grinning so shamelessly inches in front of her.

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[aphroditelovesu]

Ohhh interesting! On the flip side, how about any really dark or serious?

Many 😌

But the ones that are preaching most in my mind are these at the moment:

Yandere Zeus/Hera Headcanons (Poly!Romantic) [Greek Mythology]

Yandere Light Yagami/Kira Headcanons (General) [Death Note]

Yandere Hades/Persephone Headcanons (Poly!Romantic) [Greek Mythology]

Yandere Akatsuki Headcanons (Platonic) [Naruto]

Yandere Roronoa Zoro Headcanons (General) [One Piece]

Yandere Wednesday Addams Headcanons (General) [Wednesday]

Yandere Aegon the Conqueror/Visenya Targaryen/Rhaenys Targaryen Headcanons (Poly!Romantic) [ASOIAF]

Yandere Khal Drogo/Daenerys Targaryen Headcanons (Poly!Romantic) [Game of Thrones]

Yandere Ramsay Bolton Headcanons (General) [Game of Thrones]

Yandere Volturi Headcanons (Platonic) [Twilight]

Yan!Husband Maegor the Cruel Headcanons (Romantic) [ASOIAF]

Yandere Azriel Headcanons (General) [ACOTAR]

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MERMAYYY please?

Yujikiri Mermay that I started aaaaaages ago and just forgot to finish lmao

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

Conquests for wip game

So I can’t remember when the hell I wrote this or what the hell it was supposed to be, but as I haven’t written much, I’ll just put what there is under the cut 😏🫶🏻

Warning: smut 🔥🔥

Brutal hands grasped your hips. The touch was bruising, the scratch of calluses and scars alike a heady scrape that bit into your skin and seemed to only urge your pleasure on. It was the third climax to have ripped through your body that night.

“Fuck!” Azriel, the shadowsinger, the High Lord’s spymaster and perhaps the most mysterious, elusive male in all of Prythian — in your opinion, anyway — threw his head back and groaned his release in panting, breathless noises. His hips stuttered, his cock twitching inside you.

He was a generous lover — or, at least, that was certainly the impression you’d got after your four heady, brilliant fucks over the last three weeks. The fact that he kept coming back may have been a little stroke to your ego.

You’d first glimpsed him through drunken, hazy eyes across a very packed bar. You’d known who he was, of course — everybody did, and the Shadowsinger and the rest of the High Lord’s Inner Circle frequented Rita’s so much that it wasn’t unusual to spy the imposing presence of Illyrian wings. Azriel had never noticed you before that night, nor had you tried to get his attention.

A seasoned performer in the Rainbow of Velaris, there had never been any reason for you to rub shoulders with the spymaster. You’d been at Rita’s on the same nights as him multiple times, and your existence had gone utterly unknown to him.

Until that night. That night, when your loud laughter had seemed to reach him across the bar, and he’d glanced over in mere curiosity, his eyes meeting yours. That night, when you’d repeatedly shared looks around the club, but never inched any closer to one another, he with his friends and you with yours. That night, when you’d known he was watching you dance with a lick of hunger in his hazel eyes, and you’d maybe given him a bit of a show.

That night, when he’d finally approached you in the concrete backyard of the club, where you'd been stealing a few solitary moments of fresh air. He’d glimpsed you wandering out, and he’d followed moments later. He’d stared at you and you’d stared at him. Neither of you spoke a word before he’d been licking and kissing the salty sweat from your lips, your skin, and then he’d fucked you against the wall.

He’d had the decency to walk you home afterwards, given that your friends were long gone. And though he’d smiled at you on your doorstep and given you his name — “my name is Azriel, he’d said. “I know,” you’d said — you hadn’t been foolish enough to expect anything more than the heated one night stand.

Everyone knew Azriel the Shadowsinger had a fair few lovers. It was an unspoken thing — that he was highly sought after and yet never settled down. There was no mate he paraded around the city like his two closest friends did. He was solitary, private—

But by no means celibate. He got his pleasure from somewhere frequently enough.

Which was why it had surprised you when he’d turned up at your door three nights after you’d fucked against a cold concrete wall. He was in his glorious Illyrian leathers you in a silk two-piece loungewear set. He’d just come back from a mission, and you’d just opened a bottle of wine.

“I realised you never gave me your name.” He’d said. A pathetic, polite way of dressing up what he’d really meant: my work is stressful and I need to let off some steam.

You’d given him your name and then fucked him on your sofa. He’d left soon after, considerably more relaxed than when he’d arrived.

The third fuck was, again, at your house. You’d been sitting on your balcony in the late hours, watching the stars winking over Velaris. You’d heard the booming clap of wings and glimpsed a dark mass passing overhead. Azriel had spotted you and swooped down, landing on your balcony with barely a thud.

“Have you been waiting for me?” He’d said, his lips twitching — the first glimmer that there was an element of dry, quiet wit to his personality.

“No.” You’d retorted just as drily. “Never.”

He’d smiled a strange, vague smile at that, and then fucked you against the balcony rail, the stars bearing witness to every gasp and moan.

Which brought you to now — the fourth time.

Azriel pulled out of you and stood from the bed. It was unusual for you to see him in the late morning; the light shafting through your large, open windows only exacerbated his beauty. There was something strangely uncomfortable about it. Like it was sacrilege for him to debase his ethereal allure by standing there, in your cramped little townhouse, having just bedded you — a nobody, one of many faces in a crowd.

One of many lovers, too, you were sure. It would be foolish to allow yourself to be bothered by that.

The broad expanse of his tan, muscled back rippled as he leant down, retrieving his clothes he’d discarded on your floor. You watched with mild indifference, wondering — as you had the previous three times — if this would be the last time. If Azriel had had his fill of you, and you wouldn’t be seeing him again.

Any moment now, he would throw you his polite, winning smile and bid you goodbye—

He turned to you, fastening his breeches. His eyes flashed quick with hunger as they landed on your naked body, and then climbed back up to your eyes.

“What is it you do?” He asked.

The question sounded strange — as though he felt required to make polite conversation. As though he expected you to expect something from him.

“I’m a dancer.” You replied. “In the Rainbow.”

It seemed he considered that for a moment. And he paused, as though searching for an appropriate reply.

“Don’t feel obligated to stick around.” You told him, surely putting him out of his misery. “I know you’re a very busy male, Shadowsinger.”

“…I don’t want to be rude…”

“You’re not.” You fished his shirt from your side of the bed, chucking it his way. “I’m rather busy myself.”

And you were — you had a performance that evening. One that you would spend the afternoon rehearsing for. You needed him gone as much as he needed to be gone.

Still, he appeared to hesitate a moment, before he mumbled a quiet “alright” and shucked the rest of his clothes on.

Neither of you spoke any more beyond your pleasant goodbyes, and you were already running your bath when you heard your front door shut.

[arvandus]

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Thank you so much anon!

Here's a snippet from a Christmas themed Dabi x Reader fic. Maybe this year I'll actually get around to finishing it...

“I didn’t think you’d come,” you confessed.

Dabi stared into the lights of the Christmas tree.  “Neither did I.”

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He did it to get closure. Guilt swelled in Barry’s heart. To find Ronnie…to get him back. And all because he thought…oh, Cisco. It wasn’t your fault.

~Barry POV fic

Since I know you love Barrisco…here’s a little friendship moment for them from one of my WIPs 💞

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“We’ll have to talk to him.” Angrboða declared. “This can’t go on, and that poor girl needs her father.” “I agree, but Loki’s not back until tomorrow...” “Good.” Angrboða smirked. “That’ll give us time to come up with a plan.”

From my very very belated entry for Multiamory March 2023 - modern AU featuring Loki/Sigyn/Angrboða where they have a years old established relationship with children, but Loki also dated someone else and it turned out there's a child from that one too. Loki has clammed up about it all and Sigyn and Angrboða are determined to act.

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[mkstrigidae]

Another rough Winter's Child WIP sketch of Sansa in the Godswood, because that's all i've been able to do lately 😅

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Giselle had grabbed just what she was looking for: Penny’s diary. She passed it around to her other friends, who took turns reading about her crush on Johnny Moon, her school life, her deepest fears and darkest thoughts, her feelings about being ripped from her home… and finally:

“Is this a drawing of Tammy Edwards?” Someone asked. Penny couldn’t breathe, see, or think straight anymore. No. No no no no no. The teasing and the bullying and the slurs — Penny could deal with that. She could bear that weight on her shoulders. Nobody actually knew what she was. Tammy didn’t know. Tammy was the only good thing besides Ezra in her life right now. If she found out — 

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Their proximity to each other allowed him to sense Hob’s impending arrival to his realm; it felt as though he were holding a black hole in his arms, and it took monumental effort to resist the tug, to stay present in the Waking even as Hob tumbled headfirst into the Dreaming.

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