#fnafic

[moonliched]

You and Freddy arrange some work plans, and then you and BON-BON Make Plans (with heavy emphasis.)

A certain giant mermaid makes a reappearance...

i drew the concept art last year for a scene in this chapter, and i'm so excited for it!! anyway ahem, i hope you enjoy a little BON-BON time 💙🩵 and some giant mermaid time🧡🤎

[justchamomiletea]

you cannot tell me that the alchemy by taylor swift is not about remus and sirius from sweater weather by lumosinlove on ao3. you simply cannot tell me otherwise. i won't believe you.

[a-short-alien]

Next is the one and only Harley Quinn!!! (Was very excited for her!!!)

Harley Quinn and Clown are actually quite close! At first he was meant as a symbol of the Joker’s “love” but even as Harley began to see the light and move further and further away from him, she always still adored clown. To her, he was always her baby and it broke her heart to leave him behind when she first left the Joker. Their relationship often bounces back and forth from mother-son to a more sibling like relationship but no matter what Harley is always trying to take care of her boy in her own special Harley way.

Lives with poison Ivy who she’s in a relationship with and Clown also gets along with decently

Did the majority of Clown’s piercings and taught him how to do them himself

Actually did Clown’s top surgery (I know she’s not a medical doctor but crazier things have happened in the DC universe) and was the one who got him his testosterone early on until he was able to himself

Gets very emotional when Clown is gone for long periods of time

Not really interested in major crimes anymore, mostly petty, she’s more content with causing random chaos and living with her plant wife

Eventually “goes good” for Clown after he joins the bat family

Does NOT trust a single man her son dates (including Dick Grayson) and often threatens them when Clown isn’t around to hear it

Her and Clown try to have a “date night” at least once a month, doing each other’s makeup, usually getting some dinner, etc.

Has gotten kidnapped by the riddler over the breakup but after he immediately got his ass beaten before Clown and Ivy even arrived, he didn’t try it again

Sometimes visits the boys in Blüdhaven (they usually switch off their monthly “date” location every month or so)

Knows most of the Bat identities through Clown and genuinely couldn’t care less

Actually got a job as a psychiatrist in a nursing home (based off the new 52) so that she could help Ivy with rent, and actually quite enjoys her job

Goes on random rants about the Joker to Clown always starting with “that damn father of yours…” every so often

Taught Clown how to dress (until moving in with Dick and becoming stable enough to buy his own, most of the clothes he owned actually used to be hers at some point)

Taught Clown pretty much all he knows about acrobatics and gymnastics as she was in charge of that part of his training when he was little

[silentstaresfanficandfanart]

NEW MAGICAL BOY KEITO HASUMI CHAPTER OUT! PLEASE ENJOY!

[sassydefendorflower]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga, Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Edward Elric & Roy Mustang, Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell Characters: Roy Mustang, Edward Elric, Riza Hawkeye, Team Mustang, Izumi Curtis, Winry Rockbell Additional Tags: Minor Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye - Freeform, Parental Royed, Parental Edward Elric, Humor, Fluff and Humor,  Edward Elric Adopts Roy Mustang, Family Feels, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Edward Elric's Guide On How To Adopt A Grown Ass Man, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism Summary:

"It has come to my attention recently that you’re an orphan, Mustang.”

One blink. Two blinks.

“I’ve been an orphan for more than thirty-seven years by now.”

“And it is high time we do something about it!”

Roy Mustang is forty years old when Edward Elric walks into his office and decides to adopt him.

[plantcrazy]

Can I skip to Next Week now?

This week.

So, first I get sick and have been feeling like a sleep-deprived zombie (and I'm still sick, but improving), which means I've lost 4 days to work on my next assessment for my course. This is annoying on its own, given I normally take 2-3 days off to do my own thing (aka. Lost Children stuff) after submitting the last assessment.

And then my Tumblr feed gets Twitterified, into this overcrowded-claustrophobic nightmare!

BUT OH! This isn't the cherry on the cake.

THIS. CUTE. BUNNY. HERE

Do you see this guy?

This is Luca. He's my 7-month-old Rex & Nz White bunny and HE! He bit through my drawing tablet cable T - T

I love you little rascal, but now I can't do digital art till I get a new cable T_T

It's only THURSDAY. Ha, ha, I-I Can't! Please. Someone please let me skip to next week, lol. I don't want to know what else is lined up for the rest of my week.

In other news, Lost Children Ch.5 is 75% of the way there. I managed to hash out 90% of the dialogue on Monday before my sinus took my brain offline. So, should have that done first or second week of September.

And I'll leave you with a small extract from some current chapters in WIP or done out of order, or both >:)

Minor spoilers? Nothing crazy, but it might make you crazy with curiosity 🙃

WIP - Ch.5

“Why the interest Stickmin?” Rupert frowned, “Last I checked you were just in this for your pardon. Which, last I checked: You got.” Henry shrugged quickly. “Illegal be curious?” “Should be.” “B-but it isn’t,” Dave smiled shyly at Rupert, in some attempt to get him to drop his well placed dis-trust. “And um… I’d like to know too. You know, since um… I er, well I know I’ll sleep better knowing they’re locked up t-tight.” “Not yet Dave,” Rupert said, “But they will be soon if I’ve got anything to do with it.” “Me help too.” “We’re fin-“ “Hey don’t we have that BIG raid next week with the British guys?” Charles asked, “Henry could totally tag along! I’m sure there’s stuff he could help with.”

Done - Ch. 11

“It,” B-12 heard the third scientist hiss approaching them. “Stand aside Welsh. If they want to see all 4 elements, we will demonstrate all 4 elements.” “Dr. Thomas th-“ “Stand aside Welsh.” Dr. Thomas ordered. The younger scientist faulted for a moment. He nodded in defeat stepping away from the 4 test subjects. B-12 felt all eyes on him. He saw the fear in B-42 next to him and in front the look of revenge in Dr. Thomas eyes and stale features. Guess his wrath wouldn’t be coming in training after all… He took an involuntary step back. Dr. Thomas took a step forward. The second scientist approached the third, “Tom, I’ve got a lighter you really don’t need to-“ Dr. Thomas ignored the second scientist. “Stand aside brother.” He repeated.

[tigereyes45]

24. "Unless you ask me not to in the next five seconds, I'm going to hug you." with Kevin/Janice bc I need them and I wanna throw u something completely random 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

I hope you didn't forget that these were angst prompts. :) This fic can also be read on AO3.

The prompt was #24 - "Unless you ask me not to in the next five seconds, I'm going to hug you." - You can find the full list of prompts here.

Summary:

Kevin finds Janice crying in an empty hall of the enterprise. The two are forced to face the fact that they are replaceable.

Story:

It's hard not to notice the beautiful yeoman, Janice Rand. Kevin isn't the only person who'd admit that, too! It was the honest truth that no other woman on the ship could compare. She wasn't just pretty. No, Janice was tough, even willing to stand up to Captain Kirk. Smart too! Apparently it was her who had figured out what was going on with Charlie first. At least according to Uhura it had been Rand. Kevin could believe it. After all Janice is perfect. He's lucky that his best friend Sulu, was close to Rand's best friend, Uhura. Kevin's even luckier that they all get to work the same shifts.

Confusion and fear mingle together in a dangerous dance within his stomach, like wine and beer.

Why was perfection folded over, rocking back and forth on the floor, sobbing?

Kevin quickly looks around the hall. She was squirreled away in a small indent along the hall. A dead end with nowhere to go, and no easy way to spy her. Unless they had followed the muffled cries. Just like he had.

Not wanting to remain standing still, frozen like a fool, but having no idea what to do Kevin takes a deep breath. He shakes his hands to try and brush off his nerves. Before his courage could falter, Lieutenant Kevin Thomas Riley blurts out, "Unless you ask me not to in the next five seconds, I'm going to hug you."

For the first time Janice lifts her head. Her eyes were red and puffy, and he wasn't entirely sure if she was aware of who he is. Rand gives him a tiny nod. He would've missed it altogether if he hadn't been watching.

Kevin drops to his knees and wraps his arms around her. One along the back of her shoulders, and the other over her arms. They were crossed over her knees, holding her legs close to her chest. Janice leans her head against his shoulder. Her sobs slowly die down. Eventually they were barely more than simple whines and the occasional hiccup. Doubt holds Kevin stock still. His arms held her closer than she's ever been before. Her hair smells of hairspray, and her body's so cold. Should he go get a blanket from his room? Would she still be here? What if someone else finds her?

Swallowing down the lump in his throat, Kevin pulls her closer.

When she can finally breathe without summoning a hiccup, Rand spoke. "They're transferring me?"

"What?" Shock and surprise Kevin leans his head away to get a better look at her expression.

Teardrops silently drip down her face. They wet his red shirt. "I got the news this morning."

He thinks back to the start of their shift. Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary. Uhura had said nothing about this. Even Janice herself was completely composed when she came to the bridge. Though the captain had told her she needn't bring him anything anymore.

Kevin tightens his hold around he finally pieces it together.

"I tried to just go about my day but," her breath hitches. "when we arrive at the station tomorrow I'm to wait there for my new ship to pick me up." A choked sob fills his ears. "I don't even know what I did wrong!" Janice buries her face in his neck. Kevin does his best to ignore the growing wet sensation on his skin.

The captain was sending her away. From her daily routine, her friends, her job, Janice would say goodbye to everything that had made up her life for the last year.

How could anyone do this to her?

A deeper, frightful thought starts to take root.

If they could send her away without explanation, how long before he's thrown out too?

[spacemothes]

I don't understand how you bitches are pumping out 1 or more art pieces or fanfics every day

Like WDYM YOU DON'T PROCRASTINATE ALL YOUR IDEAS UNTIL YOU FORGET THEM?????

Cheating the system istg 😒

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Forced Proximity

In honour of the FnaF movie coming out, I wanted to write something. I was inspired by a cosplay video by astrocadet on TikTok and that video's comments section, so credit to them!

When does this happen in the timeline? Who knows. Which pizzeria is the reader working at? Why is Michael called Michael and not one of his (possible) aliases? What year is this happening in? Why does the timeline for this game make no sense? These aren't important questions right now. Also yes, I'm using Michael's in-game sprite for the picture; you can picture him however you want. Hope you like the fanfic!

Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's

Characters: Michael Afton x day shift! gn! Reader

Word count: 2.1k (2,122 words)

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When you realise you left your bag at work, you don't think much of it at first. But when you remember your keys are in said bag, you have no choice but to go back to Freddy Fazbear's. But your co-worker, the night guard is acting strange and when you get stuck in the office together, who knows what will happen?

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"Damn." You rested your head against the steering wheel. Of course you forgot your bag. And of course your house keys were in your bag.

Why you hadn't just put your car keys with your bag instead of in the key bowl at work, you had no idea. If you'd just done what you always do and put all of your stuff together, you wouldn't be sitting outside your house with no way of getting in.

You really needed to stop procrastinating and get that spare key made.

But, for now, there was nothing to do but drive twenty minutes back to Freddy Fazbear's and get your keys.

You turned the car back on and began driving back to your place of occupation. Why were you working at Freddy Fazbear's? After everything you'd read about it in the newspapers, you weren't really sure. The pay wasn't bad, but you knew you could get a better job. Maybe it was just morbid curiosity that held you there. Maybe if you hung around long enough, you'd find out what had happened to all those missing kids.

You'd never been in the pizzeria after hours. You knew there was a night guard but beyond talking a few times at staff meetings and the one Christmas party that had been held, you didn't really know much about him. Michael. You were pretty sure that was his name. He was sort of cute in a "crush on the guy on the bus" kind of way.

The drive passed faster than you thought, your mind filled with thoughts of work and your co-worker. Before you realized it, you were pulling into the parking lot of Freddy Fazbear's. The lights were off inside, and the doors were locked. You knew, you'd locked them yourself before leaving. Of course you had keys for the pizzeria and not your own house.

You locked your car and walked to the door. This place was way creepier at night-time. You'd have to try harder to remember your keys so you could avoid a repeat of this, no matter how cute your co-worker was.

The key turned with a loud clunk. you heard it echo off the concrete walls and linoleum floors. You pushed the door open. The room inside was dark, the only light reflecting off the security cameras in the corners of the room.

Thankfully, you knew your way around the place well enough that you could make your way around in the low lighting. But you could feel the hairs standing up on the back of your neck. Something felt off.

You stepped into the staff room and quickly found your bag where you had left it. You opened it and ran a hand through the contents. You’d be damned if your keys weren’t in there. But no, your keys were exactly where you thought they would be, in the inside pocket next to your staff id.

You closed your bag again and turned to leave. But halfway across the room you heard a loud thud from somewhere in the building. You jumped.

Could it be intruders? What was the security guard doing not patrolling the halls? You stood, locked in place. You knew you should just leave. You weren’t even supposed to be here. And it was already about 1 o’clock and you had the opening shift which started at 6. You were barely going to get 4 hours of sleep if you left right now.

But some strange duty of care made you stop. It wouldn’t hurt to just have a quick look around, or at least check in on the security guard. Maybe he was asleep? You sighed. Who needed sleep anyway?

You made your way through the halls, your shoes squeaking ever so slightly against the plastic lined floors. The noise seemed especially loud in the oppressive silence.

Suddenly a bright light flashed across your eyes from somewhere to your right. You stepped back, trying to shield your face.

“Oh my god, it’s just you.”

You lowered your hand as the light dropped to the floor. After the glare, the room in front of you seemed even darker than it should have. You could barely make out the figure inside, but you knew from the voice that it was your co-worker. Michael.

“Hey,” You tried for a calm greeting but the shake in your voice made it sound anything but, “Sorry, I left my bag here and-”

“Get in here.” You felt Michael grab your arm and pull you into the small security office. You began to protest at the rough treatment, but Michael shushed you before you could say anything. He pressed a button behind you and the door you’d just been pulled through closed with a metallic clank.

Your eyes now adjusted to the dim light, you shot Michael a questioning look. He ignored you, looking at the footage being shown on the television sitting on the table in front of him. Then, he pressed the button again and the door opened.

He leant back in his chair. “Sorry about that. You just needed to…uh…you being in the hallways would have messed with my check in on the rooms. Might have thought you were an intruder or something.”

His excuse seemed feeble and he looked like he knew it. He tried for what you assumed was meant to be a welcoming smile but instead came across as forced. “So, what are you doing here?”

“Like I was saying before I got pulled in here, I left my bag. And my keys. So I had to come back before I could get into my house.”

Michael’s eyes darted towards the screen, then to the clock. You followed his gaze. Already 2am. Time sure was passing quickly tonight. You were starting to give up on the idea of getting any sleep. Maybe you’d just have sleep in your car and then have a nap during your lunch break. You began backing towards the door.

“Well, I should go, let you get back to your work-”

“No! I mean…” Michael cleared his throat, “uh, you can’t leave right now. It’s not safe.”

You raised an eyebrow. “No safe?”

Michael nodded, eyes again darting to the screen.

“And why is it not safe? I made it here didn’t I?”

A pause. Then Michael sighed. “I don’t really know how to explain it without sounding like I’m crazy.”

You were pretty sure that ship had long since sailed. There was no way this guy was fit to be a night security guard. Or at the very least, being alone in this place every night was starting to get to him.

Michael beckoned you forward. You took a tentative step. He pressed the button again and the door closed once more. You were getting more and more concerned. Was this just a set up? Were you going to show up on the news tomorrow, the latest victim of a serial killer who was hiding as the security guard at Freddy Fazbear’s?

But then Michael pointed at the screen, you leant forward, trying to see the room clearly through the grainy footage. It was the hallway on the other side of the door. For a few seconds, there was nothing. Then a figure ran down the hallway. You could hear metal clanging as the figure passed the door, before the noise faded into the distance.

Michael pressed the button and the door opened.

“Why are you opening the door?” Your voice was shriller than you would have liked.

"We can’t use too much power."

"What do you mean we can’t use too much power?"

"This place only has a limited amount of power available each night. I have to be careful how I use it." Michael pointed to the green bar at the bottom of the screen. The words above it read “power remaining: 50%”.

“And what was that thing?” You could feel yourself beginning to shake. Shock was setting in fast that you’d expected.

“Foxy.”

You laughed. You couldn’t help it. “Foxy? You’re telling me that was Foxy? The animatronic from Pirate’s Cove? The one that gets shut down every night before we close up? The one that couldn’t be running down the hall because that’s not in its code?”

Michael nodded.

“Uh huh. And you want me to think you’re not crazy?”

Michael sighed. “It gets worse believe me.”

“Oh really?” You could hear the hysteria creeping into your voice. Because if that really was Foxy, you sure didn’t want to be in this building anymore. “Go on. Tell me how it gets worse.”

“The animatronics are possessed by the ghosts of the missing children.”

Silence.

“So the kids are dead?” You couldn’t believe that was what you were focusing on.

Michael nodded sombrely. You ran a hand over your face. Either this guy really was crazy, or he was telling the truth. No one in their right mind would joke about dead kids like this.

“And I can’t leave?”

Michael shook his head. “Not unless you want one of the animatronics to get you. We used to have more security guards you know.” From the haunted look in his eyes, you guessed he was telling the truth.

You took a shaky breath. “If I find out this was just an elaborate prank, I’m reporting you to management.”

Michael gave a weak smile. “I wish that was the case.”

You glanced at the clock. Just past 2am. Michael followed your gaze. “We only have to make it until 6. Then everything stops.”

“Only four more hours huh?” A question suddenly occurred to you, “Why do you still work here? You do this every night?”

“Let’s just say I have history with this place.” Michael’s expression was tight, “I can’t quit just yet.” You could tell he wouldn't say any more.

"I guess we just have to make it through the night then."

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The evening passed quickly, Michael focusing on keeping the animatronics out and you trying to keep your fear at bay.

The clock now displayed 5am. But it had only showed the hours, not minutes so you had no idea how close it was to 6am and freedom.

You glanced across to Michael. He seemed more frantic than earlier in the night.

"Sorry, I don't think we're getting through tonight."

Your stomach dropped at his words and your eyes flicked over the power bar: only 1% left.

"We might still make it."

But before Michael could reply, the lights turned off with a loud clunk and the whirring of some machine turning off.

You smothered a scream and felt around until you found Michael's shoulder. You wrapped your arms around him and felt him hug you back.

"I'm sorry." His voice was soft and you could hear it shaking.

You tried to calm your breathing, though it was getting increasingly hard. "You did your best."

A loud clanging noise echoed down the corridor outside.

"Just in case we die, I always thought you were cute."

You could hardly believe it. Now you were getting a confession? Just as you were about to die? "Really?"

"Yeah."

"I've had a crush on you since my first day here."

"Guess we were a little late with figuring out our feelings."

The clanging grew louder until it sounded like it was just outside the door. The percent of power ticked lower.

Michael hugged you closer, pressing his face into the top of your head. "I'm sorry."

Suddenly, a bell chimed, playing Westminster Quarters as the sound of children cheering played over the speakers. You jumped at the sudden noise, clinging closer to Michael, your eyes squeezing shut.

So you were surprised to hear him laugh, short and almost hysterical. "We did it. We did it!"

You opened your eyes cautiously and saw, on the camera monitor in large white letters "6 am", pixilated confetti floating down the screen.

"So we're alive?" You could barely believe it.

Michael nodded, smiling at you. "The animatronics stop after six so we're fine."

You began laughing. "Oh my god, I thought we were going to die." A thought suddenly occurred to you, "Did you really confess to me when you thought we were both about to die?"

Michael winced. "I was almost hoping you'd forget." Then he blinked, "But you said you liked me as well?"

You felt your face heat up. "Yeah, I guess I did..."

"Well I guess there's only one thing to do about that. Can I take you out this weekend? I'll be off and I know you're not working."

You smiled, nodding. "That sounds nice."

But you figured you'd better clarify one thing.

"As long as it's not a pizza date."

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[type-girl]

xiao x reader | y/n

CW: NSFW! Biting, Love/Lust, Mixture of soft/rough smut, a little bit of fluff at the beginning! 18+

“These memories of you are driving me insane.”

He would exhale breathlessly as his golden hues met yours. You could feel your heart practically flutter, pairing up with your stomach that twisted itself tighter than a knot.

"Xiao..." you'd echo his name as he'd draw closer to you, his hand slithering past your waist and resting behind your trembling back. His gaze was heavy, his mind spiraling with thoughts you could never begin to comprehend. You'd clutch the rim of his sleeve while your free hand would graze against his chest as he'd lean into you. "What memories are you talking about?" you'd question soothingly, ushering him on.

"All of them.." his teeth would grit, pupils slitting in a snake-like manner. "Every time I think about you I can't help but think about how much I want to make you mine. I want you. I need you, Y/N." he'd shakily breathe, warm arousing breaths grazing your nape.

"You're joking, right?" you'd trail off, hands slightly fidgeting in anticipation.

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

The words rang like a hollow bell. You'd pull back, facing him once more. His amber eyes were practically piercing into yours, but for some reason you couldn't bare to avert your gaze. Somehow, the cyan hues of the midnight sky illuminated his figure in an even more alluring sense. His lean physique outlined by the dimly moonlit rays that showered him from above. Whisps of teal and cerulean hair gently swayed in the chilled breeze as he'd shift his posture, creating distance between the both of you.

"I don't know what to do." his voice grew steadily quiet as his hands trailed down your waist, slowly withdrawing from it. No thought in your head had seemed to connect with your body as your hands would clasp his, immediately placing them on your hips once more. The two of you would stare at each other, seemingly locked in an unbreakable trance.

"Xiao." his name escaped your lips without a second thought. "I've been waiting for you to say those very words for the longest time. I thought for a moment this might be a dream." you'd coo as your hands traveled up his chest and behind his neck, interlocking them. The paleness of his skin would immediately flush in a color similar to that of a silk flower, as did yours. It was as if you were elementary students confessing your love for the first time, a sheepish aura settling between you both.

"But still" he'd begin, somehow his voice sounding a bit different. Your eyes slightly widening as his hands curled around you, practically leaving you inescapable from his embrace. His body was hot. Like... burning hot.

"Wait a minute- Xiao are you okay? Do you have a fever?" you'd exclaim in a sudden bout of surprise, stunted that you didn't recognize his temperature from before.

"No, I didn't think you would actually feel this way for me. I feel like I'm going mad even thinking about it." he'd reply, his sweet semi-husky voice grunting into your ear. As if you had been doused in a bath of alcohol, an overwhelming feverish feeling arose. Before you could say another word your legs would collapse from under you before you'd find yourself in a bridal carry.

"Where are we going?" you'd wrap your arms tightly around his neck as he'd pivot, turning and going through the entrance doors to the Wangshu Inn balcony.

"Somewhere, special."

You'd blink once, no, twice. You were in a completely different room rather the usual. "So this is where you sleep.." you'd mutter, before finding yourself being gently set upon a lavish, decorated bed. You'd clutch a hand to your chest as he'd draw closer to you, before pressing his lips into yours. At first it was just light pecks, which over time developed to soft moans and tongues intertwining with an almost vicious grace. You'd pull him near, back arching in a seductive manner. A small yelp of surprise escaped your parted lips as you'd feel a sudden stinging pain. Looking down, you could see him withdraw his lips, leaving behind a soft pink bruise that stained your skin. Butterflies thrashed in your stomach as he'd look up at you with an almost mind-eating gaze. It was always that look of his that would send you into a drunken stupor. His eyes staring into yours, not wavering even at the slightest of movements. He wanted nothing more than to devour you, yet you knew he held his patience. You'd sink your face into his now-tussled hair as his lips worked his way down your collarbone, chest, and stomach. You'd bite your own in an unfathomable excitement, toes curling at the slightest brush of skin to skin.

"Xiao..." you'd moan, your voice helplessly mewling as he'd fondle and caress your curves and sensitive spots. "Please, I want you, Xiao." you'd continue, whispering his name like a broken record. With each call, he'd seem to grow more and more enticed with his own desires to ravish you. His mouth gaped slightly, heaving pleasurable low groans as your hand would make way to his own. You'd start moving your hand with slow delicate strokes, his hips arching with each.

"Fuck..." he'd lean growling into your chest as you'd work your fingers around his throbbing cock. Each time it pulsed, precum seeped creating a warm slick between your hand and his tip. The two of you would continue to share kisses that grew with intensity, as your bodies emitted a sauna-like heat. You'd close your eyes as his lips pressed against your rosy cheeks before he'd draw his tongue over your lip, gently biting and sucking it. His groans were deep and heavy, you could tell he was practically at his brink. You'd pause, pressing your hands against his chest and pushing him back.

"Xiao, can you... put it in?" you'd shyly whisper. Xiao would pause, saying nothing before grabbing your hand and flipping you stomach-down against the bed. Clothes were stripped off in a matter of seconds as he'd prop your hips up, softly biting your thighs and ass. The sheets would ball into your fists as you'd clench them, tightening with each mark left upon your skin. Slick dripped down your drooling cunt as his fingers gently glided across it, prodding the entrance before slipping inside. "Mhhfm..!" you'd bite down on the sheets, burying your head in them as his fingers caressed your insides. As long minutes of his prying fingers stroked your core you could feel him withdraw his fingers before pressing his weeping cock against your pussy. "Xiao wait-" you'd mewl, feeling a slight bout of anxiety rise, but it was too late. He'd slam his member into you, the girth practically stretching you more than his fingers ever could have. Your eyes rolled as he'd mercilessly pound into you. Maybe this is what you got for making him wait so long. Knowingly teasing and hinting to him in the past. Your toes curled, legs locking up as the pleasure grew with intensity.

"Y/N.. I love you... I love you.." he'd pant as he'd lean pressing his torso into yours, his dick driving deeper into your hole. The warm rasps of his heavy breath tickled your ear, somewhat the desperation of his voice turned you on even more. More and more marks would be given upon your shoulders, back, and neck as he'd sink his teeth into your skin gently. You'd arch your back, raising your hips into each thrust. His cock continued to sloppily pound into your cunt, which had grown accustomed to his size.

"Fuck me, Xiao! Fuck me harder!" you'd finally break. His thrusting grew heavier and deeper, the slutty sounds echoing between you both. He'd grab your shoulder, flipping you over to face him. Your eyes widened, seeing his lustful face which was dripping in sweat. His eyes were practically illuminating in the dim light while his mouth partially agape, releasing heavy pants. Your hands slowly floated to his head, hands gliding pasts his cheeks and to his neck. You'd pull him into you, swaying your hips against his.

"We have all night, Y/N. Adepti have quite enhanced stamina compared to you humans.." he'd whisper, a seductive smile forming on his lips.

"Then I'm all yours." you'd return a lustful grin before locking your legs behind his back.

For some reason it was easy writing this TIL the smut scene, I'm not sure if it was necessarily needed with 'this' playlist, but it is what it is.

Anyways, Xiao is definitely vanilla, but I feel like him being an Adepti would give him more beastial features (biting?) Not sure.

Anyways, this is a new format I'm trying out with using playlists as inspiration between characters. Hope this was enjoyable to an extent! Sadly the story didn't entirely reflect the title, but I'll work on revolving around that in later stories.

[phantoms1kisser]

hear me out.

I NEED A FANFIC OF SWISS'S FIRST TIME. never seen one. EVER. it's always dew IBLOVE DEW BUT I NEED A PURE SWISS AND SOMEONE TO GIDE HIM. YOU FEEL ME???

[growingingreenwood]

when legolas told thranduil that he helped maglor in the woods, did he answered with the "i was not in your shoes" thing legolas said he would? if yes then thranduil must have a great psychologist hidden somewhere in greenwood to be able to not pass the generational trauma to his son and to deal with it so well as well

(and how was ferdan's reaction?)

I think when Legolas told Thranduil he went statue still for about ten minutes and then basically said: "Well... what's done is done. Glad you're alive. NEVER! DO IT! AGAIN!"

And then he went and got Ferdan and drug him 100 miles into the forest where both spent six hours screaming variations of:

"DID WE RAISE THE D U M B E S T PERSON ALIVE????????"

"NOT ONLY ALIVE, BUT DEAD AS WELL."

[nanaminokanojo]

THAWING ICE QUEEN (part 53)

–one night of fooling around with the annoying campus king gojo satoru (he thinks so), turns into...well, something else more long term

CHARACTERS: gojo satoru x you | geto suguru | jjk characters

GENRE: college au | eventual smut | smau | smau + prose | everything in between | ons | fubus to lovers | aged-up characters | idk where this is going

⚠️ TW/CW: strong/mature language | 🔞 | mentions of alcohol, smoking, etc. | this will most likely have narrations | god-awful pet names | will add more if something arises

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

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TAGS LIST: @arxliana @neeneee @charlie-xo @aelynaneedsalottathing @arizzu @cloudxp @justpuddinglol @mikkies @nyfwyeonjun @whats-humanity-lol @letthewindlead

Leaving everyone with this. Will probably have 3 or so updates more (if evil Aki doesn't wake up). Thanks for reading and all the love this au has been getting! Really appreciate it! ❤️

© ORIGINAL WORK BY nanaminokanojo. CHARACTERS ARE INSPIRED BY GEGE AKUTAMI'S JUJUTSU KAISEN. [20230829]

PHOTO/IMAGE/GIF/FANART/ANY MEDIA CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

[theyapper0]

I realized that I've never posted any art about the Ruin (the DLC girl that I'm calling Ruin) WHICH????

I've drawn some stuff of her before but I wanted to REDRAW some of it bc it was kinda OLD

Here :)

[ateezrecsandreviews]

ATEEZ FIC RECOMMENDATIONS

Final Update 2023.06.04

I'm sad to announce this will be the final update of this recs page. I may update periodically, but this will be it for now as my interests have shifted away from Ateez fanfiction and I am no longer up to date of what's happening in the community.

Thank you to everyone who has been a part of this page and the fic community. I hope my page helped you discover new fics and new writers that you love.

~~MDNI WITH NSFW POSTS~~

OT8

Seonghwa

Hongjoong

Yunho

Yeosang

San

Mingi

Wooyoung

Jongho

[navstuffs]

If you take requests, can you please write a little thing where Ezio flirts with and teases a male s/o? preferably with neck bites/kisses?

I love your Ezio stuff so much

"Tu sei mio."

Pairing: Ezio x M!Reader

Summary: You belong to Ezio and he makes sure you know it.

Warnings: mutual flirting, make-out session, translation at the bottom (if you see any mistakes, please let me know, thank you!)

Author's Notes: hi! thank you so much for your kind words! <3 i don't usually write for male readers (nervousness of messing up something), but i decided to try, so i sincerely hope you like this! 

my ezio's masterlist

When Ezio enters La Volpe's hideout, his eyes immediately draw to your presence. It has been like this since your first meeting: an invisible force pulls him toward you. You have your assassin hood down, unaware of Ezio's presence yet, a cup of unidentified drink in front of you. 

When Ezio walks silently toward you, he notices your neck sticking out of the robes. He tries not to think much about that moment, focusing on your expression. You seem to be in your own zone, eyes closed. You confessed before to him sometimes you needed a moment of distress, to feel normal again.

"Care if I join?" Ezio whispers next to your ear, his tone low enough to bring a chill down your spine. You turn, surprised and happy he found you.  

"I don't know? I was keeping this seat for someone else," You tease, smirking.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, a really hot guy. Tall. Big strong arms. Dangerous as well, very dangerous. I wouldn't linger there much longer, Signore, he isn't going to like you talking to me."

Ezio bites his lips, trying to hide a smile as you stare at him, your eyes glowing. When Ezio sits down anyway, you raise your cup for his boldness.

"You are brave, I will give you that."

"I tend to always get what I want, eventually."

"Is that a challenge?" 

"Only if you accept."

Shiiit, you think, trying to ignore how ridiculous your body feels around him. Your mind filled with dirty thoughts, your leg trembling, and warmth spreading all over your body. It is unfair how you look like you could melt any moment while Ezio remains unbothered, with a patient smile waiting for your next step. 

"You know, if he really liked you, he shouldn't have left you all alone in here," Ezio whispers, placing his hand on your thigh, just up your knee. When he starts to pull his hands up toward your groin, you jump out of your seat, pretending to feel insulted.

"I must go!"

Fresh night air welcomes you when you leave La Volpe's packed quarter. You look over your shoulder quick, not seeing Ezio at the bar anymore, before heading out. You put your hood up, walking slowly, not even attempting to climb the closest building.

You don't hear the footsteps before it is too late, and your body is pressed against a wall. Ezio's lips are immediately on your neck, his teeth digging into your skin. You groan as one of his hands keeps your neck exposed to him, and the other forces your hip to stay. As if you were going anywhere.

"Ezio," You whisper, your voice trembling. "Someone could see us..."

Let them see, Ezio thinks, moving to the other side of your neck, sucking on the sensitive area that connects to your shoulder. You squirm, his tongue licking the spot after he finishes biting.

"You have been tempting me with this neck all night, mio bello. It has been too long. Ho bisogno di te," Ezio doesn't let you answer, kissing your mouth. You can feel a low growl on his chest when your tongue touches his. He has always been a passionate lover, ensuring you are satisfied and teased. 

When Ezio breaks the kiss, he doesn't really want, but he knows you need to breathe. He rests his forehead against yours, both of you trying to catch a breath and enjoy a moment of your intimacy. You are his, Ezio repeats mentally as a prayer. You are trying to catch your breath when he turns his attention to your neck, giving slow pecks on all the areas he bit.

"I told you before: Tu sei mio, tesoro. Don't forget that."

You nod. You knew Ezio was far from done, and the night would be long. You just couldn't wait.

Signore = Sir

Mio bello = my love

Ho bisogno di te = I need you

Tu sei mio, tesoro = You are mine, darling.