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“I don’t like you,” Okoye loudly proclaimed, her hands fisted on either side of her body as she glared daggers at the infuriating man currently invading her space. She’d been on her way out of the training room when he’d found her, stalking after her as she’d walked past him down the hall.
“No, what you do not like is the fact that your heart races whenever I am around,” he countered, advancing on her tense form. They’d reach a secluded area of the building; her course having carried them away from the throng of women who’d been receiving her tutelage. The fire in her eyes—which would have sent most men, surface dweller or Talokanil, running in the opposite direction—amused him, his fingers longing to pinch her cheeks before bending her over to do as he pleased.
Noting that he’d trailed her, she attempted to stand her ground, but was forced back by his larger frame. He pushed his chest into her until she had to take several unsteady steps, lest she be knocked to the floor. Her defense was to strike back. She moved to punch him, aiming for his throat, but he caught her fist then took both her arms in his. He continued his forward stride, taking her with him, until he had her against the wall behind her.
“You may not be aware, but we Talokanil have enhanced senses. Our ancestors’ consumption of the plant and our residence deep within the sea has strengthened us far beyond the capabilities of you mere surface dwellers,” he breathed, leaning close so his words were spoken directly into her ear. “Not only can I hear the quickening of your heart, but I can also smell the way your pussy slickens in my presence.”
Okoye’s gasp brought a smirk to his face. Releasing his hold, he caressed her biceps. His palms ran along her bare skin, delighting in the goose bumps that appeared in their wake.
He inhaled deeply, exaggerating the action, so she would hear.
“Yes, I have scented exactly how I excite you. Your body reveals what your mind resists.” He made to kiss her lips, but Okoye altered his destination with the turn of her head.
Chuckling, Attuma licked her neck instead. He bit at the flesh, gentling his jaw, for now, satisfied with whichever areas of her body he could taste and touch.
Trembling, Okoye held her mouth shut, constricting her throat to contain the rapturous noises his fondling elicited. Once she’d gained a semblance of control, she parted her lips.
“What do you think you’ll gain from this?” She asked and cringed internally when her voice lacked the steel needed to make it unscathed, through his dark seduction.
“Hmm,” he hummed in her neck, pretending to think. His hands had moved to her chest, grazing the undersides of her breasts. “Preferably, this exchange would end with you knelt before me, open and waiting to receive my girth,” he pressed said girth into her abdomen, unashamed by the affect she had on his body. “But, for this first encounter, I will settle for the admission of your longing.”
“I told you. I don’t like you.”
“We both know that is not the case,” he murmured. The tender brushes upon her breasts turned rough, Attuma pinching her erect nipples in punishment.
Okoye cried out, moaning aloud as he twisted the points and bit more firmly into her neck. Her knees buckled, but she remained in place—pinned, by his hips, to the wall.
Emboldened by her response, he transferred his hold to her ass, gripping as he lifted her from the ground. He encouraged her legs around his waist. The new position placed his cock in line with her cunt, and Attuma immediately rubbed his manhood against her supple flesh.
“Admit that you yearn for me, and I will pleasure you beyond measure,” he panted. He made good on his pledge as he palmed her backside, forcing her hips toward him.
His thrusts were angled along her clit and left Okoye in helpless pleasure. Her mind, which had been in support of her fighting his advances, clouded, consumed with the bliss brought on by his handling. Her moans increased in volume, her fingernails digging into the skin on his shoulders.
“Speak or I will stop.” The words were a demand, Attuma’s frustration with her growing. Using all of his willpower, he stilled his movements and let go of her bottom with one hand. He clenched her chin, jerking her face so she looked him in the eyes. “Speak now!”
Gulping, Okoye’s thighs flexed around him, her body urging him forward, though, her mouth remained shut.
Attuma growled in reaction to her silence, teeth bared as he glared at her. He let her go, carefully placing her back on her feet despite his anger. He watched while she sagged against the wall, her breathing ragged. His erection throbbed, but he departed after taking in her tempting form one last time.
“For now, I will leave you be, but know that I will return,” was his parting promise.
#okoye x attuma#attuma x okoye#attoye#okoye#attuma#mywriting#attoyedailyprompt#ywbmseries#darkattuma#i sorta cheated with this one#i wrote it over the weekend#because i have a continuing ed class tonight#black panther#wakanda forever
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i still have so many thoughts abt fadel but i can't articulate any of them bc they really just all boil down to him being so cute and me wanting to cry about it.
bc he just. doesn't know what to do with style at all. he throws everything he can think of at style to chase him off and yet style is seemingly completely unfazed by all of it. and fadel doesn't know what to do about that bc no normal person would still be hanging around let alone pursuing him so hard but style is and fadel is just so fucking confused abt it. u can see it all over his little face, he literally does not know what to do or how to react or how to behave even bc style is just so fucking unpredictable. he seems so inconsiderate and kinda rude and then all of a sudden he's admitting that he was out of line turning up at the diner like that and assures him he won't do it again, and then he's at the diner and he's helping take orders, and you can literally see it make fadel's brain stutter. and it's kinda funny bc you'd think dealing w bison fadel would be used to unpredictable but no. style is a whole new league.
it's just so fun to me how like kant there are these little breaks in fadel's facade but instead of annoyance or agitation they always show someone so confused and bewildered and almost kinda fascinated bc what is wrong w style fr. and u can tell he kinda hates himself for it but after every interaction they have he grows to genuinely want to understand him more and more. he also wants to fuck him now but that's beside the point.
idk i just love fadel he's just a sweet little guy who apologises instinctively when the people working at the market bump into him. he goes to the market every day for fresh food for his restaurant and he buys his little brother medicine when his tummy hurts. but then here comes this freak of a man who is so completely unlike anything you've ever encountered before. and suddenly he's everywhere and he's insisting he's gonna to take you out based on nothing but what? vibes? stubbornness? and no matter what you do no mater how mean you are to him or how hard you try to scare him off he just grins and comes back again the next day and its like. what the fuck. and you can see the what the fuck all over his face and its so cute i love u fadel :-(
#the heart killers#fadelstyle#thk meta#i wrote this over the weekend but im just posting it now before it becomes irrelevant when the new ep drops ✌️#anyway i need to see fadel cry at least once before this show is over. for personal reasons <3
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satoru is SHIT at flirting and i know it
like he could easily make people swoon when he doesn’t try but the second he decides ‘yeah i have feeling for u’ all his game goes down the drain
he uses stupid pick up lines and stuff on u but always manages to mess them up so they never actually work
“satoru where are you? shoko said the meeting was at 5:30” you asked, phone pressed to you cheek as you continued to look for the sorcerer.
“sorry I’m just lost” he pauses, a smile on his face, his confidence through the roof as he open his mouth again, “lost in those eyes of yours.”
silence.
“satoru we are on the phone”
he is absolutely mortified and debates on just completely giving up, but it’s when he’s unaware of his actions and just being himself that he finds you staring at him a bit longer, giggling at his words and blushing.
satoru is shit at flirting, but god is he a natural fucking charmer
he’s holding the door open for you, offering to walk you home, listening to you talk, watching your favorite shows with you and remembering your favorite things. he picks flowers for you and gives them to you, pays for your lunch anytime you guys are together, he’s always making you laugh and giggle even when he’s feeling like shit.
he’s the kind of guy to always brush hands with you when you’re walking next to each other, he’s holding your things for you, texting you and sending you things you’d find funny or that remind him of you, complimenting you constantly but not in a weird way
he’s the kind of bad flirting that hears you mention you like something and then he’s like “oh me too!” without missing a beat but he’s actually never consumed a single piece of media of the thing ur talking about and spends all night learning abt it in case you ever bring it up again
he once asked you if you could help him study before an exam and when he realized that you knew much less than him he ended up teaching you. he was sure his luck had ran out and he had fumbled extremely hard.
“toru! i passed!” you grinned, holding the paper in front of his face. the 90 written in red ink in the top right corner made his lips curl into a smile, grinning right back at you.
“i told you that you’d do great! I’m proud of you” he smiles, not expecting your arms to be thrown around his neck, squealing softly as you pull him into a hug.
you’re only giving him half a second to process what’s happening when your lips find his cheek, your heart racing and you’re hoping that shoko really did know gojo as much as she claimed to.
satoru is stunned, his face is red and his ears are burning and he should probably close his mouth or actually say something before all his efforts are washed away.
“haha cool” is all he stutters out, he’s cringing insanely hard and subtly pinching himself when you’re staring up at him with nervous eyes.
“yeah cool,” you mumble, already turning on your heel read to lock yourself in your room when he’s grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his chest.
“can i kiss you?” he whispers, your faces mere inches apart, your small nod is all he needs before he’s crashing his lips onto yours, smiling into the kiss because holy shit i fucking made it.
when he’s pulling away from you he has this silly little grin on his face, clearing his throat before finally speaking up.
“I’m really glad you passed” he says, you can’t help but want to tear your hair out, what happened to the satoru that could make any girl swoon?
it’s not until after the two of you start dating that he’s back to normal, using every pick up line in the book (correctly this time) and making your blush like it was his job. he’d make you stutter and roll your eyes, so naturally flirting with you.
you would always make fun of him and ask where this was when he was crushing on you, he’d only get extremely red and start pouting, saying he was just too embarrassed because he thought you’d reject him.
a/n: hi hi back w a silly little drabble :P i don’t really like this much but i really wanted to post something so i hope it’s okay !! i think it’s sweet and silly hehe,, requests are open so feel free to drop something :3
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#this is very messy and all over the place I’m sorry#I’m not washed i promise 😭😭😭😭😞💔#i wrote this very quickly bc it’s just been on my mind 😭#will work on something better this weekend sawry :(#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru fluff#gojo satoru drabble#gojo satoru headcanons#satoru gojo x reader fluff#satoru gojo x reader#satoru gojo headcanons#satoru gojo one shot#gojo satoru one shot#satoru gojo fluff
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Who did this to you, please and thank you. So good
🥰 why thank you!! 🫶
who did this to you | part 1 here preceding snippets: 1st • 2nd • 3rd • 4th • 5th
It takes his uncle tugging him towards the van for Eddie to kick back into motion, nearly falling over his feet turning back around. It’s only Wayne’s “Easy” murmured under his breath that keeps the ground from opening up and swallowing him whole.
He climbs in on the driver’s side while Wayne rounds the car and gets to Harrington’s side.
“Hey there, Blue,” Eddie says, the nickname slipping again — but it’s easier to call him that than his real name, it’s easier to pretend it’s literally anyone else in here with him, bleeding against his door. It’s easier to pretend it’s not Harrington’s breath rattling the way it does, easier to pretend those pained groans so high in their cadence they can only count as whines don’t come from Hawkins High’s Golden Boy. “Come on, up you get,” he tells him, not daring to raise his voice too much.
He looks so frail. Like he’s already broken. Or like he’s trying not to. Like he’s holding on.
Eddie pretends not to think that the shoulder he places on Steve’s cheek to gently pry him from the window is not the only thing keeping that boy together right now.
Harrington groans, whines, wheezes, but opens his eyes to meet Eddie’s. Jesus, we’re they this blown before? Or this swollen?
“Hey,” Eddie says, just to say something. Just so he won’t have to hold the boy’s face in silence, just so he won’t have to focus on all the blood.
Steve opens his mouth, his breath coming out a little sharper, but Eddie manages a smile nonetheless.
Wayne chooses that moment to open the door, not pulling yet, just giving Eddie enough time to support Harrington.
“Careful,” he whispers, though whether it’s for Wayne, Steve or himself, he can’t quite tell. Maybe it’s a plea to the rest of the world, and to anyone else who listens.
🤍🌷 wip weekend | make me write (please)
#wrote this in the tram omw home from the gym hdhdh#steddie#steddie fic#who did this to you#wip weekend#make me write#after this i have one more for who did this to you and then the edging is over sorry guys 😂😭
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Dream's stage presence during the TWWTH tour was great, and frankly a lot more than I expected from a guy with little to no experience with live performances. I had no doubt he'd be good at it, but he truly blew me away. And the fact he was able to pull it off so soon after a major surgery that left him unable to walk on his own? Absolutely incredible
I really hope he decides to do another tour in the future, it would be awesome to see how well he could command an audience now that he has a better idea of what he's doing/doesn't have to rehearse through a recovery period
#for context I saw Carrie Under.wood the weekend before droncert NYC#and that woman's been touring for over a DECADE like she knows what she's doing#please believe me when I say this: Dream had better stage presence than she did#part of that could be just that he knows his audience better than she does but the fact remains#dreamwastaken#dreamblr#I wrote her last name like that so the fans don't find me
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im being so so brave but also i am gripping you by the shoulders and leaning in and letting you know i am so tired of being brave
#my job has invented new and even more agonizing ways to make itself stressful to endure#and that isn't even counting the fact that i've now seriously fucked up my wrist transporting 30lb boxes up and down stairs#or the fact that i occasionally get piercing shoulder pains if i'm not super careful about how i use the hand truck#or the fact that whenever i come home on mondays my entire lower body is so sore that i can't move beyond a weak shuffle#it's the fact that my boss has no sense of organization#so my supervisor and i are basically salvaging or starting from scratch every week#it's the fact that some of our clients are asking for things we're not even contracted to provide#like access to our company materials or additional resources outside of our scheduled bookings#and that there's this constant looming threat of 'ohhh don't be bad at your job!! or else we'll lose our contract with these people!!'#but 'bad at your job' in this case means 'not bending over backwards to accommodate the least accommodating circumstances possible'#like 'hey you need to lead this training exercise meant for 20 people except actually you only have 4 people'#'and actually none of them are familiar with the prerequisites for this training or have any experience with the skills'#'and also none of them want to be there and half of them just Don't Do These Things as a rule'#'and if you try to make them do anything they don't want to do (even if it's literally the point of the training) they Will leave'#'and then we will no longer have enough clients to pay you'#like. what am i doing. this company was not designed to work with this format. we're not an arts and crafts group or a club meeting#hi so i wrote this post before starting weekend work prep#it has been 3 hours now#im still not done#i haven't eaten and my wrist hurts so bad#i need to.................. take a break................................
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there we go, some quick sketches so there is something in my art folder for this month
#my art#oc: JS Antyllus#the equiv of me yelling into the void 'yes I am still alive'#no tags for Arcade into the void go the shitty sketches#in my defense - I wrote and over-formatted a 4000 word oc about doc the weekend before last for docs DA verse#and last weekend i devote all time to replaying Inquisition SO I mean I have been up to something#I ought to go through and do the same bullshit formatting for his fallout doc as well but I gotta wait till I go on a roll again#look - either I will work on something for hours and hours no break or nothing at all for days at a time
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I'm vewy sowwy I haven't updated my fanfic yet :3
I got carried away and now it's too fucking long and I still have to edit it. so be patient please.
that being said, I'm being forcibly dragged to my cousin's wedding this weekend, so this update will be for this week, but I probably won't be able to update next week.
so savor it.
again.
sowwy.
if I could break this couple up, I would.
#archive of our own#i admit tho i dropped the ball#i wrote a lot of it over the weekend but struggled to end it#so now its a mess#gotta clean it up#but hey#if you like drama and pussy eating#its worth the wait
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new kevaaron fic has me in a chokehold rn. every year i put kevin day in the loneliest of situations like a damsel in distress. then i send him a doctor.
#literally wrote 3 chapters over the weekend#i will bang my head against a wall#aftg#kevin day#aaron minyard#kevaaron
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Snippet Sunday
So, during the hiatus I started a fic but I ended up setting it aside when the muse hit for the texting fic and then the ghost fic.
With Everything going on this week, I went back and reread it (turns out I'd written almost 10k of it!) Anyway, long story short, I am now determined to finish it so have a snippet of the 'Tommy finds a home fic'.
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“I trust you,” Tommy objected, taken aback at the claim. His brain jumped back through memories of calls they’d been on over the last couple of months – had he done something to make Nash think he didn’t trust him?
“You trust me on calls,” Nash acknowledged, nodding. “But I can’t help but think that you don’t trust me to know you.”
Tommy stared at him. His skin was prickling. His chest was tight, like the wind had been knocked out of him.
He felt so goddamn perceived and he didn’t know what to do with that feeling.
“I –”
Nash gave him a surprisingly patient and encouraging smile, seemingly unsurprised and willing to wait for Tommy to find his voice.
It took a solid minute, and Tommy had to clear his throat first, but he finally managed to croak out a response. “This was never a place where I could trust being myself.”
He should have stopped there. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t.
“I don’t know if I’ve ever had a place where I could have that trust.”
The confession barely disturbed the quiet and still atmosphere of a station that was mostly asleep. Despite that, Tommy couldn’t help but give into the paranoia, twisting his neck to make sure there was no one else that could have overheard him.
Thankfully, the only other person upstairs with them was De Nara, who was slumped over an open book on a table in the corner, sound asleep.
Nash must have noticed Tommy’s self-consciousness because he shuffled a little closer, closing in the little bubble they’d created.
“My question for you, then,” he started, his voice soft and full of empathy, reminding Tommy of the call last week where he kept a nine-year-old boy occupied while they were trying to resuscitate his mother, “is whether or not you think you can grow to have that trust here: in this house, with this crew, with me as your captain.”
He stopped, giving Tommy a moment to sit with that query for a moment before he continued, speaking more firmly this time, “Because as much as I want you here, my first priority is to make sure that you are in a place where you can thrive.”
#911#fic#bucktommy#tommy kinard#the finding a home fic#thats a terrible nickname but its the most succinct one I can come up with#wrote a bit more over the weekend and I want to say its at about the halfway mark?#also I am sorry anons who have sent me prompts I promise I have not forsaken you#I was planning to do one of those next but now I really want to get this one out first#rest assured that if I have not responded to the contrary then it means I have Ideas
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Happy Yuma Month, yo. This will probably be my one contribution for the month, so I hope I made it count. I... I need sleep. Goodnight. Enjoy.
#master detective archives: rain code#rain code#yuma kokohead#shinigami#number one#kokogami#yuma month 2024#yuma month#this is from shini's pov btw but the question mark boys are very important here too#i literally wrote 95% of this over the last hours way to start off the weekend#hayfever is literally coming after my life someone sedate me#momento writes (sometimes)
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hazel Levesque & Leo Valdez Characters: Hazel Levesque, Leo Valdez, Piper McLean, Jason Grace, Frank Zhang, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Gaea (Percy Jackson), Gleeson Hedge, Sammy Valdez Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Book 3: The Mark of Athena (Heroes of Olympus), Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Graphic Depiction of Burn Wounds, hazel and leo's cosmic connection takes a turn for the worse, Unhappy Ending, Ambiguous/Open Ending Summary:
“Does it normally take you five minutes to notice that you set someone on fire?” Percy asked.
Hazel and Leo need to find out what connects them together, but Gaea arrives in the flashback they share, and nothing is the same.
#this is probably the fastest span of time where i have written and published a fic#and ofc it took me all night to edit lol#not super satisfied with the ending but i didn't have a dramatic one in mind#if i wrote a followup it would be between the necessary players the following day#there may still be editing mistakes but i wanted to get this out before i lost inspiration over the weekend#hazel levesque#leo valdez#heroes of olympus#fic#my fic#not tagging everybody but most of the characters tagged narrate part of the fic#another day another gruesome occurrence for my favorite characters
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WIP WEDNESDAY
slowly but surely chipping away at sicktember fics 🥹 18skk living together 🥰
#i wrote over 2k words of this last night & it made me happy :’)#finish wips? 🙅🏼♀️ start new ones? 🤩#i am rly rly trying to finish babyzai 4 to post this weekend tho#i know i said that last week but it keeps getting longer oof 🫡#calmlb fics#<-follow that tag if you want to see writing updates! :’)#wip wednesday#wip whenever#bsd#skk#my wips#my writing
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Did you manage to get a Toyhouse?
I did, yes!
For anyone who's interested, it's here.
#Ask#@anonymous#I'm still super thankful for the help#I honestly did not expect anyone to reach out when I wrote the post as from what I understand you need premium features to generate codes-#I will probably start posting characters over the weekend :3#And of course for the lovely person who gave me the code I shall draw a little something
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WOOP WOOP WE HIT 400 WORDS ON LINTROLLER DDR FIC!!!
celebratory snippet that's good enough for now but getting reworded later
#i wish i wrote faster but im too picky about the words i use....#i hope you guys like this if i grind tonight or over the weekend i might be able to have it done#scratch that i still need a title actually that could take a while#felistalks
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I am working on two Mel/Ben fics
One short one where Melanie is in episode 5 and one longer one that takes place post season 4
#i woke up this morning and wrote 900 words on a short fic before getting out of bed to go to work#very productive half an hour#i had an idea and i started typing#it's 1400 words now and will probably stay relatively short#if I can i'll try to post it by this weekend#i'm busy thursday saturday and sunday though in addition to regular work#so maybe not#or i take a half day on friday just to finish this fic - i'm not above it#the other one i've been working on for several weeks and it's about 11k words now#not going to start posting that one until the season is properly over#snowpiercer
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