#megamindsecretlair💕

[sageispunk]

Hello, you are wonderful and beautiful and I hope you have a great week

tysm🥹🥹 i wish u the same x10

[mermaidchansons]

Warm In December

Terry Richmond x Black Reader

Story Summary: You convince your husband, Terry, to slip away during your annual Christmas Eve party.

Words: 2500+

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ minors do NOT engage (you’ll be blocked), pre-established relationship, married reader, cursing, unprotected sex, P in V, fingering, squirting, slight mentions of breeding kink if you squint a little, breath play, good ole fluff

Author’s Note: Short and sweet. Dedicated to my sweet little bby @megamindsecretlair 💕. It’s still Christmas in my heart! - Ashanti

Christmas time at the Richmond house was always a big celebration. As soon as Thanksgiving dinner was cleaned up, Terry was out gathering the decorations from the garage. It always tickled you how quickly your love of the holiday season had infected him. When you first met your husband, he never had much of a yearning to celebrate. But that all changed when you first confessed your love to him at a local tree lighting ceremony. Every year since, Terry added the tree lighting ceremony onto his evergrowing itinerary of holiday related events. Driving around to look at the lights, gingerbread house competitions, and of course, tonight’s main event; the annual Christmas Eve dinner party. 

You waltzed between your guests dancing in your colorful living room. Terry’s friend Mel was DJ’ing a set of black holiday hits, coaxing folks out of an incoming case of the itis. A few people stopped you on your way to the kitchen; waxing about how delicious everything was. An invite to a Terry x Y/N dinner party was coveted amongst your community. You were practically a young Ina Garten in your own right; pulling off elaborate 3 and 4-course dinners with the likes of curried oxtail, whole fried tilapia, and king crab gumbo. Some of your friends would change their entire flight schedule to eat at the Richmond house on Christmas Eve.

“Ooo T, if these folk keep gassing me up, my heads gone get too big,” you said as you balanced a few empty glasses. 

“Let ‘em gas you. You really outdid yourself this year, baby.”

Going all out was expected of you, and Terry was determined to match your fly this year. Eight months ago, his therapist suggested he take up baking as a way to spend time with his thoughts. And now, he was ready to show your guests what he had been perfecting all this time. You leaned against the door frame and watched your gentle giant pull a pan of steaming hot cinnamon rolls out of the oven. He placed the pan down with cautious hesitation, making you bite back a giggle. 

Although you loved that Terry had cultivated a hobby that worked for him, you couldn’t help but still be tickled by it. Your 6’3, former marine, no-nonsense husband was a home baker. And he looked mighty fine doing it too. He wore his nice fitted polo that hugged every part of his muscle lined frame. He stared down intently through his gold-rimmed glasses that sat at the bridge of his nose as he whipped frosting in a bowl. Placing your tray down, you wrung out your hands; biting your lip as you watched his biceps flex with each whip of the whisk. Flashbacks of your quicky before the party popped into your mind. You’d shown him your dress for the night: a short black dress with dusty pink feathers lining the bottom. He must have liked it, the way he made quick work of hiking the dress over your thick thighs; commanding you to watch yourself in the mirrored ceiling while he greedily lapped at your pussy on the staircase. Jolting back to the present, your middle pooled with desire. Terry spread the cream cheese frosting over the freshly baked pastries and you practically moaned at the sight of it. God, I wish that was me.

“If you finna ogle me like that, you may as well give me a hand.” He playfully shook his head under your stare. It wouldn’t be the first time he feigned disapproval at your lust for him. You were sure it wouldn’t be the last.

Hastily, you crossed the kitchen to press your chest against his back, hugging his waist. Your gold-adorned hands roamed his chest as you hummed along to the music floating in front of the living room. Terry chuckled and the depth of his voice was like honey in your ears. The wine from dinner made your body hum with lust. Probably should have stopped after the second glass. Red wine always made you horny. Your clit was beginning to hurt from how badly you wanted him. With dinner finished, your hostess duties had been mostly completed. Who would notice if you slipped away?

“Here, taste this,” he commanded.

Terry held up a frosting covered finger and you wasted no time in wrapping your pretty pouty lips around it. Nutmeg and cinnamon danced on your tongue as you sucked down to the base of his knuckle. You watched as his bottom lip raked between his teeth, his stormy eyes flashing with desire. 

“Baby, you’re gonna get in trouble playing around like that.” Terry’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed a groan. Releasing his finger with a pop, you looked up at him with your brown sugar eyes and pulled him in by his belt. 

“You promise, lover?” You bat your eyelashes wistfully, causing him to take a precautionary look around. Making a show of ensuring no unsuspecting guest was in eyesight. 

Terry practically melted when you smiled at him, your multi-faced grill illuminated by the warm lights. You were irresistible and you knew it. Perching on your tippy toes, you puckered your lips at him, causing him to smirk. He leaned down and gave you a small peck, much to your dismay. Greedy.

“Terryyyyyyy,” you whined, dragging out the syllables in his name. He leaned down with his lips to your neck, planting an open mouth kiss right where you liked it. His large hands gripped your thick hips, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Y/N,” he whispered into your ear, “you know we have guests. Don’t start something you can’t finish, princess.” His cologne mixed with the smell of the pastries, making you woozy with lust. He was a cinnamon, citrus, and coconut dream. You just wanted a bite.

“I could say the same thing to you. You talking all this shit when I know you’re hard for me.” Straightening back up to look at you, his eyes met yours. You watched as a flash of deviance glazed over those blue-gray eyes. Terry spun you away, pressing his hardened groin against your plump behind. 

“This what you wanted? You wanted to feel this fat dick against that ass, huh?” You could only nod in response, feeling light as air from your husband’s touch. The bass of the music mixed with your ever-quickening heartbeat, filling the spaces in your ears. His touch only worsened it, every caress and squeeze set your skin ablaze. You couldn’t go on like this. You desperately needed friction and he knew it. 

“Mhm, I see them wheels turning in that pretty head. Go set these out and meet me upstairs.” 

“Yes, sir.”

You picked up the glass pan of treats with glee before turning to your husband with your lips puckered. He chuckled deeply and pecked your lips; spinning you around with a smack on your plump behind. Your giggles filled his ears as you walked out. Terry grabbed a jingle bell stirring stick and headed to your shared room. 

After worming your way out of conversations downstairs, you kicked off your feathered heels and hastened up the stairs. Once you entered the room, the sounds of Boyz 2 Men wafted in from below. You bit your lip in anticipation and you stopped to slide down your panties. They were soaked beyond recovery, a usual dilemma that occurred around Terry. Your husband had just wrapped up his teeth routine when you walked in. Already shirtless and ready to please. He made a spinning motion with his finger and you turned with a quickness. Unzipping your dress with one hand, he slipped a thin rod into your right hand. It jingled when you shook it and you rolled your eyes. This game became a tradition ever since your honeymoon at the Christmas markets in France. But with everything that happened this year, you’d almost forgotten about it. A strong hand wrapped around your neck, bringing your attention to the mirror. Your eyes met his and you could have come right then and there. 

“You better keep your eyes straight. You know the rules; every time you come, I need to hear that bell. Understood?” 

“Yes, Daddy,” you cooed. Terry made quick work of sliding the dress over your pretty hair, working carefully to preserve all your hard work. He hoisted you onto the cool counter and sighed as he opened your legs. 

Leaning down, he took your bottom lip between yours and lightly sucked. You couldn’t help but moan against his mouth as he kissed you with vigor. His hand slid up from your plush tummy to your chest, kneading and grabbing at any and every part of you. He loved every bit of you. He always had and it drove you crazy; being desired by him was euphoric. 

Breaking the kiss, he put two fingers in your mouth. You sucked them with excitement, making him stifle a chuckle. You couldn’t help it. Your poor pussy was dripping with want; squeezing around nothing. He popped his fingers out of your mouth and slid them inside your dewy walls with no hesitation. You both let out a drawn-out fuuuuuuuuck in unison. 

“I’ve been thinking about this pussy all night, baby. So damn gorgeous in that little dress, working the room. I’m tryna work you.”

“You play too much- oh!” You giggled in between your moans as your husband slightly bent his fingers inside of you. He watched you intently as he worked you into submission. The building tension in your tummy made you clench around his two digits.  Terry smoothed his hand over your breast before squeezing and twisting your left nipple. Your back arched away from the cold mirror as much as it could without inducing a cramp. 

“Look at this pretty pussy gripping me. Let me see it, baby.” Grabbing your face with his large hand, he turned you to the side. You watched your reflection in the mirrored cabinet, with Terry’s thick arm pumping his fingers in and out of you. Your ears grew hot as you watched with your mouth agape. The sight of it made the coil in your middle tighten before snapping completely. You came with stuttered squirts, moaning out his name.

“Good girl. Go ahead and ring that bell, princess.” 

You weakly shook the stick and his mouth covered yours once again. The sound of the jingling bell mixed with the clanking of his belt. He pulled you to the edge and lined up his hardened member with your entrance. You cradled his chiseled chin in your hand, staring into his eyes as he worked himself inside of you. Your pussy stretched willingly to accommodate his size, just as it did before the party. He rolled his hips at a painfully slow pace, making you feel every inch of him. 

“Fuck, I missed you. You good, Y/N?” Terry smirked at your face contorted in pleasure. You bit down on your lip and nodded wildly, failing at holding back the oncoming orgasm. 

Just the stretch alone was enough to get you there. With just a few pumps into you, the jingle bell echoed in the bathroom. It was astonishing to see how quickly the man could make you come. An evil chuckle bubbled out of his chest as he adjusted his hold on you. Hooking his left arm under your knee, he closed in the space between you. You raked your hooded eyes over his body and sent a quick thank you to the ancestors. God, was he pretty. His pace quickened and he wrapped his free hand around your throat, lightly pressing the sides. 

“Yes, just like that Terrence,” you yelled, turned on from the lessened airflow. 

“Just like that, baby? Just like that, huh?” Your eyes rolled back into your head while you nodded. All sense had gone out of the window as he fucked you dumb. Guests be damned. Both of your moans mixed with the muffled singing of Anita Baker and the cacophony of clapping and lewd squelches. He playfully timed his strokes to the beat of Sweet Love and a mixture of giggles and groans erupted from you. 

“Ease up, Y/N,” Terry groaned stiffly, shutting his eyes tight, “if you keep squeezing me like that, I’ll come.” What a silly man. That’s everything you wanted. You craved the feeling of him filling you to the brim with his seed. The man had you fantasizing about carrying his child for Christ's sake. 

“Come for me then, daddy.”

His thick brows furrowed and you shook your head, giggling more. The tables had turned and you weren’t about to let up. Watching your 6’3 husband writhe from your touch was so much more than satisfying, it was a drug. You craved seeing him in utter ecstasy, watching it overtake him. What a sight to behold. Gripping the edge of the counter with one hand, you steadied yourself and rolled your hips against him. Terry locked eyes with yours and moaned your name, overtaken by the feeling of you wrapped around him. You got lost in his stormy pools as he quickly rutted into you, chasing his undoing. You squeezed around him once more as an orgasm ripped through you. 

“Fuuuuuuck, Terrence,” you groaned out, ringing the bell sloppily. 

He fucked you through the orgasm, overstimulating you until tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. His hips stuttered to a stop as he came, white-hot strands coating your insides and filling you up. Fuck’s and I love you’s trailed into the air while you both caught your breath. You gave the bell rod one more shake, sending the both of you into a fit of laughter. Sharing a peck or two between smiles. He slipped himself out of you with a contented sigh and moved to clean you up. 

Once you made yourselves presentable, you headed down the stairs to rejoin your party hand in hand. Guests were slow dancing to the velvety voice of Samara Joy in the light of the Christmas glow. DJ Mel shot the two of you a knowing look and Terry shrugged before hugging you close to him. 

“We grown, Mel,” Terry said, eliciting a shrug from them. You could only smile and shake your head at the man’s antics.

“We throw a good party, baby. Maybe too good.” Spinning you slowly, he pulled you into him. You pouted while you watched him gently kiss the tops of your manicured hands. 

“Way too good. All the cinnamon rolls are gone and I didn’t get one,” you whimpered sadly and laid your head against his hard chest. He rubbed your back as he swayed you to the music. 

“Mhm, that’s why I made you another batch,” he hummed, the bass in his chest vibrating against your ear. You looked up at him with stars in your eyes and he kissed your forehead. You brought your hand up to caress his face and he pressed a kiss against your palm.

“You’re so real for that, Terrence. Merry Christmas, baby.” A soft smile took over his face when you squeezed his waist with all your might.

“Merry Christmas, princess.” 

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[slippinninque]

You admit your crush💕

Fontaine x blackfemreader

warnings: mentions of alcohol, flirting, getting real close, confessions of feelings, kissing, short fic

You were having too much fun. Way too much fun. It was a weekday and you had to be awake in the coming hours, but you didn't care.

The DJ was showing out and your friends were live. Running into your crush and his crew was the icing on the perfect cake that was your night so far.

Eventually, you found yourself nearly alone with Fontaine as you both leaned up against the way to avoid the surge of the dance crowd. Ever the gentleman, Fontaine let you take the corner as you finished the last sips of your final drink.

A drink that had you staring hard at Fontaine's face in the low lighting. Hard enough the man noticed and nudged you enough to break his unintentional spell.

"What's got you thinking so hard in this loud ass club?"

"Don' be mad at me, but you need some of this." You giggled, swaying a bit from the tequila you've been drinking as you stared at Fontaine's mouth.

"Lemme get some, then. "

You looked up at Fontaine in surprise, following his nod to the small tin of Carmex still in your hand.

He had one hand in his pocket, the other held a plastic red cup. He stepped closer, ducking his head down accommodate you.

Keeping your hand as steady as you could, you rubbed enough balm onto your middle finger before spreading it across Fontaine's bottom lip.

Warm and full, the feeling of it went straight through you. Distantly you remembered how wild this was to do in public, but then realized you didn't care 'bout all that.

It was just you and those beautiful lips. It would have been crime to let them go crusty...

You intended to keep your stare to your finger, but you couldn't resist glancing up.

Fontaine's eyes were dark his brows nearly pinched together as he watched you. You rubbed the remnants of lip-balm to his upper lip and when you went to move your hand away, his shot up to keep hold.

Fontaine rubbed his lips together, drawing your stare again. You felt like flying apart from your desire, you wanted to offer everything, you wanted him to understand.

'Calm down. Calmdowncalmdooown.'

He put his cup down and took yours as well as you stood pinned by his gaze. Then those wide, beautiful hands were cupping your face. The smell of warm cinnamon filled your senses, before he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

A hum slipped from you and you shifted closer, one of his hands going to your waist.

More. More, more more...

"How much more?" He pulled back and asked, "Tell me what you want."

You blinked, too greedy to be embarrassed that you slipped up on your thoughts.

"I want everything. I want you to know I like you wanting me and I want you too," you couldn't stop talking, "I-I want you to know I like you. Do you know that I like you? I...should say that."

Fontaine crowded you up against the wall, grin going all promising and smoky.

"I like you too. Like-like you, even. I thought you knew that."

"I wasn't sure, I didn't want to assume..."

Fontaine cupped your face and pressed his smiling lips against yours, once and once more before speaking into your ear,

"You mind if I make it a bit more clear for you, baby?"

You grinned up at the ceiling and thanked whatever deities were looking out for you. Then, you wrapped an arm around Fontaine's neck as your free hand tugged him closer by his hoodie pocket.

"Y'know what, 'Taine? I don't mind one bit..."

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💕ending notes💕: another one that's been in my drafts for the longest! Short n sweet! 😌 I Iove writing little scenes about what Fontaine and his lady be getting up too, lol! Thank you for reading! Tell me what you think and don't be afraid to submit asks! I'm a bit slow but always appreciative, lol 🥰💞���💜

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[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

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Thanks so much!!!!

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[nerdieforpedro]

WIP Wednesday

Nerdie has WIPs!!! What else is new! 🤭 I dropped a modern Din and Benny series yesterday. There’s an Ezra interlude today. I’m also starting a Frankie Series because I didn’t like my old one and I had a spark of inspiration (THOTS) thanks to @rhoorl and @mysterious-moonstruck-musings ❤️❤️

Feel free to send me asks or comment with questions. ☺️

WIP one: Chapter two of “This is the Neighborhood Din.”

“I’m Din. Your aunt, Ms. Harris has been so welcoming to me and my son Grogu. It’s our first day here. Pleasure to meet you Sierra.”

He is taller and broader up close and his hands are….this man appears to be massive in every sense. Even his voice feels like it’s wrapping around me. Am I okay? My shorts are halfway in my crotch and I know my eyes are puffy and red along with my entire face. This is one of the days, I wish I had more melanin so everything from earlier in the day wouldn’t be on my damn face.

FYI for chapter two, pay special attention to the warnings! Some will be in bold.

WIP two: Chapter 5 of “Weddings 101 with Dieter”

“You know damn well I’m not. Dieter, can we move to the bed now?” Feeling the rumble both in his chest and against her skin as he released a purr from her touch, she gasped.

“Give me one more thing.” He whispered as he tugged her dress down and moved the both of them forward toward the mirror only a few feet away, “Well, two things.” Dieter crouched down and slowly peeled her panties down.

Finally I had inspiration for this! Special thanks to @angelofsmalldeath-codeine 💕 She knows 😘

WIP three: Section one of “Only Parts of you Mr. Morales.” (I guess I’ll call them sections? I didn’t number them. 😋 They’ll be ficlets, I think.)

While skillfully using his fingers inside of her core, the index finger of his opposite hand is in her oral sleeve for her to suck on. His thick digit is on her tongue, so she does what he wants and closes her lips around it. Frankie’s finger presses on her tongue while she takes it deeper along with a second finger. Whimpering after his fingers finish with her folds and wet canal.

Mysty and Jess, I used the special term. 😉

So…thanks happened. Thots happened. Nerdie happened. This is what we have. 👀

I’m just happy to write for Frankie again. 🥰

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[mamajanky]

7 Movies + 7 Tags

Thanks for the tag! @iccedays 💕

My favs change often but here we go😗

1. Lion King

2. Robots

3. Princess Diaries 2

4. Dreamgirls

5. 007 Die Another Day

6. Ice Age 2

7. Fantastic 4: Rise of the silver surfer = Daredevil

Every time I do these I feel like I forgot something important

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[umber-cinders]

🥑, 🧩, 🥤, 🐇, sorry if its too many at once :[

Its not too many at once anon I love answering asks. Its one of my fave aspects of tumblr💕And thank you to whoever is sending these 🤗

Writer Truth Or Dare Asks

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

Sksks Probably @karisomk because they're most likely to think about something in the same perspective as I do 💀

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Formatting! 😭I absolutely hate when a story is posted where everything is in gigantic 20 sentence long paragraphs. Especially when the dialogue is added all together in there too. Dialogue should ideally be its own line/paragraph. Sometimes too many spelling errors can make me not want to read as well. And I don't mean like occasional typos and slip-ups, I mean when it sounds like someone didn't at least give the text a reread to make sure it all makes sense first.

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both? 

This depends on the type of story I am writing. I usually prefer making original characters, its the most fulfilling and fun to me, but xReader/Reader insert is pretty nice when you're making a oneshot series. Even then, I can never not give "Reader" in my stories some kind of nickname or personality to fit the narration and make things flow more naturally.

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

I have a thing for the element of fire. Warmth and heat is such a versatile thing with emotions and if you've ever read my stuff, I use the idea of fire and heat a lot. So Umber is the color of like a burnt brown/orange usually and Cinders are the charred pieces of what's left after something has burned away

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

Oh hohoho! I left this for last specifically so that I can tag my faves because I can never choose just one story/author (sorry in advance for tagging y'all in my nonsense but you deserve the praise) 💟 @pilesofpillows, @megamindsecretlair, @karisomk, @xenokattz, @mamajankyy, @snowkissedmonsters, @nocturne1980, @boxofbonesfic

[dabratzchronicles]

Fuck me…

Poems of The Mad Black Woman💫💕 Part Four

A/N: this was supposed to be one abt fuckin but i got high n it shifted… yall gone see😉

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair (lemme know if you wanna be tagged!

Face to face with me on my back and him on top of me, digging and digging further into me desperately lookin for my spot. The lust in our eyes was enough to burn this bed down to the ground. My throat he gripped ever so careful to not bruise, my spot he was so desperately to touch, my skin that lit up when he whispered and moaned in my ear, ‘I love you’, ‘you are my mines’ ‘nobody can have this but me’ ‘can’t nobody do it like me’

and he was right, nobody could touch me the way he could, fuck me the way he could love me the way he could. our souls were tied, our love was fragile, not even to be fucked with by the opposition. though many tried, they were never successful.

though I sit here with those fuck me thoughts, little did we know you had them too! with someone else of course… you could never keep your hands nor member to yourself… that shit was for everyone. As I sit here, with the blood of you and your little miss mom-to-be girl of yours, all I could hear was her words, ‘fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.’ same words you had me screaming in pleasure, in love with the shape of you, the feeling of your love exchanging talks with my skin— the feeling that keeps me up with constant flashbacks.

the sirens cry into the air as they approach our home- our house. they closed their doors and crept to my door like a thief in the night, not knowing what massacre they were now approaching. The love and happiness withdrew from my body, watching the blood pool and pool. ‘fuck me’ was all I could say before I sat next to his body,

resting our heads near each other as the door finally caved from being abused.

[umber-cinders]

✨‼️👏🏾🦈💕

I’m going to Talokan to meet Attuma? Lmaooo

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first 5 faceless emojis are how your summers gonna go

[slippinninque]

how would Fontaine react to his girl’s’ pregnancy glow?

(So sorry this took so long, anon! I hope you like it!🥹💕)

Fontaine would be in awe, honestly. He'd wonder how it was possible for you to become even more gorgeous--but there you were. Being fine as hell as you hop-pulled into your jeans.

He would even swear that you smell different, too. Fontaine couldn't explain the smell, but expect to be cuddled close and enjoyed.

He would absolutely show you off. From his boys to strangers at the general store, Fontaine would walk with you and feel as if he won life's lottery.

When someone sees you and coo over your belly, Fontaine can be spotted grinning in 'yeah, that was me'.

Actually, fully expect to catch this man staring admiring you. Fontaine would embody "a moth to a flame" as he was even more helplessly drawn to you.

People often assume that he in wouldn't know shit, but he's thorough. Remembers every appointment and follow-up, he'd have his own questions ready to be asked alongside of your own. Yes, he reads the baby books.

Personally, he loved being asked about the pregnancy. "She's 'bout ___ weeks now. Little is hidin' in there, so we don't know just yet but my baby been eating a lot of spicy shit... y'all got them spicy pickles?"

Expect being given flowers and foot rubs. Even if you tell Fontaine nothing even aches yet, he insists that getting a head start wouldn't hurt.

You joke that the baby didn't even have all their toes yet but was already spoiled rotten.

When you two walk through the Glen, hand in hand, it's like seeing two suns walking. You wore your smile like a halo and Fontaine's grin was all golden rays.

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It's when you began to show, the roundness of your belly becoming more pronounced.

One evening, you were standing at the stove with one hand absentmindedly smoothing over your bump as you considered the chocolate-to-milk ratio for your hot chocolate.

Fontaine took in the new shape of you from where he sat at the small table across the room. He drank in your profile, your sweet face as plump and bewitching as the rest of you.

In the low light of the stove's over head light, Fontaine saw you as his entire world.

He knew you were scared. You were worried that you wouldn't be a good enough mother, or worse--you'll become like your own mother.

Fontaine was scared, too. He worried that the life would catch up to him, his darkness spreading to cover the growing stars of his life.

In this moment of seeing you and how you were braving this next chapter with him, he was resolute. He wouldn't let that happen.

Fontaine would do anything to ensure that you kept your brightness. Anything to keep the family you're giving him safe.

Unable to be away from you anymore, Fontaine rose and joined you at the stove. You aimed a meek little smile at him, somehow still unsure of your absolute beauty.

It didn't matter. He would remind you every moment, of every day if he had to. Fontaine kissed your lips, the tip of your nose, and beneath each eye. When you reached for him, he met your embrace and his eyes slipped close in bliss.

The two of you swayed together and soon he felt himself begin to glow as well.

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Thank you for reading!!!!! I appreciate the time you spent here! Tell me what you think, I know it was a little short but I hope the sweetness makes up for it! ✨💕💜

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Missing My Baby

Marcus Pike x Reader

Summary: You’re missing your fiance Marcus while he away. Having time alone isn’t good for everyone.

Word Count: 543

Warnings: loneliness, depression, obsession, angst (did Nerdie manage this?!)

Notes: Written for the Selena Drabble Challenge put together by the wonderful @fhatbhabie 💕

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He’s gone. Not permanently of course. Marcus, your sweet fiance is in France, one of the most romantic places on earth. Why are you not with him? It’s for work, he’s part of a team dispatched to the Louvre Museum to study different arts and methods of identifying pieces from different time periods.

His excitement was written all over his face when he came home and told you. Of course you were proud of him, you always are. Outside of him being an FBI agent in the art crimes division (sounds like he could have his own TV from that alone), he’s so patient, kind and understanding. He’s also one of the most handsome men you’ve had the pleasure of knowing, both with facial hair and without.

It’s been a full month and you swear you’re fine. It’s what you keep telling yourself, family, friends and Marcus. You ensure your best self is shown to him. If there’s one thing that worries you about Marcus is that he can be rather selfless when it comes to marking out time for himself in his own schedule. You had encouraged him to go, do something for himself and that you’d hold down the fort of your two bedroom apartment.

After another FaceTime call with your dear special agent, you drag yourself to his side of the bed, laying on your side so you can breathe in his scent. It’s a light musk that’s mixed with pine based off of the body wash he uses. Unfortunately tonight, you’ve been sleeping on his side of the bed one too many times and it smells more like you than him. Sitting up on the side of the bed, you take hold of his pillow and laugh at how silly you’re being. You’re an adult, so is he. He’s only gone for work, it’s an excellent opportunity for him.

Your chest still hurts though. It doesn’t stop your face from contorting with tears. This is making you wonder if you should just tell him to come home. You could, and you know with all certainty that Marcus would be on the next plane home.

He would never leave again unless he took you with him. That makes you smile, but your head is buried deep into the pillow. You need to believe he’s coming home safe. Things will go fine and he’ll be back in two more weeks. Just because you miss him doesn’t mean he shouldn’t be allowed his own advancement and interests.

But the same part of you that misses him want to have him tethered to you so you can hold him tight, never let him out of your sight. You’d be able to feel his heartbeat next to yours and tell him over and over that you love him. Don’t go anywhere again Marcus.

“Time keeps passing by. I’m missing my baby…Missing my baby, weighs on my mind…”

Your tears continue to wet his pillow as you stand and begin to pace the room, keeping your eyes trained on a photo the two of you took on your six-month anniversary at the Smithsonian.

“Missing my baby, missing my baby. I’ve gotta have you here by my side and hold you tight. I miss you Marcus…”

Pike pool swimmers (safety first!) 🛟: @secretelephanttattoo @trulybetty @magpiepillsjunior @i-own-loki @morallyinept @pedritapascal @yorksgirl @goodwithcheese @marcus-is-my-muse @megamindsecretlair @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @pamasaur @pedroshotwifey @missladym1981 @harriedandharassed @maggiemayhemnj

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by the lovely @megamindsecretlair 🤗💖✨

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Since I last did this, I've up my total of works from four to six so I'm happy about that 😄

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

From 182,483 words last time, to 287,008 right now in June 2024 😁

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I'm hoping to add more to my collection but right now this is it lol

1. Black Panther 2. Secret Invasion 3. Bright (2017)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I only have four fics up and one of them is brand new so 😅

Winter Moon

Mount Jabari

Incubus

If The Shoe Fits

Bonds In Blue

In that order. You can find a link to my fics for both tumblr and Ao3 here

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

HELL 👏🏾YES👏🏾 I love talking to the people reading my stuff and want them to know that their comments are appreciated and often keep me motivated to write more 😁Love you guys! 💕

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm, I guess that would be If The Shoe Fits. There's a planned part two that might negate this answer though.

(This answer still stands so far)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Mount Jabari 🤣Reader was very happy at the end of that fic.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I did on Winter Moon but I don't particularly care about the opinions of someone whose intentions are to be intentionally dismissive and negative so the comments the person received in return were likely not what they had wanted 💀

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Absolutely. And I'm not sure what the categories are, but I'd describe my smut as detailed and nasty 😈

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nah, never did a crossover and not really a fan of them. However when I was still really young there was a gigantic, kind of OOC crossover fic with a bunch of popular anime from the 90s/2000s called Otherworld and I used to read that like it was the bible. It inspired me to do my own first fanfics. There were like 9 books to that story and multiple oneshots and short stories that tied the characters together and everything.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware... and anyone who tries it...

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not publicly, but I have gotten a comment that someone loves my story so much that they translate every chapter so that they could read it properly and it made me so happy 😭❤💕

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope! But I do love giving other authors ideas and vice versa. I think it helps people think outside the box when they brainstorm with friends.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I'm going to say Attoye from Black Panther for now? I was never that big of a "shipping" person in fandoms but I definitely enjoy Attoye enough to say I ship them. I also like Nashuri and Killmora.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Nothing atm. I tend to work on stories in order of inspiration and importance. I don't publish things I'm not willing to commit time to at some point.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told that I write very descriptively and that it can paint a vivid picture of scenarios and characters, so I'll go with that.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Fluff and filler. I don't dislike fluff completely but I tend to write it as realistically as possible because trying to imagine people being that super ooey gooey makes me wanna gag and cringe lmfao

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I do it only when necessary for the simple fact that having to provide translations for entire scenes of dialogue gets tiresome very quickly.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Inuyasha 🐶✨

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

This is hard because I love all my fics and have several multi chapter stories that I consider my babies. For now I will go with Winter Moon or Bond In Blue since they are published.

Tagging anyone who hasn't done this yet because I don't know who has and hasn't 💖💗💕✨

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@megamindsecretlair This was suggested to me and I think its because of you so I'm tagging you in it 😭🤣💕

Profiles in Villainy Redemption

Megamind

The flamboyant super villain Megamind and his arch-nemesis, the superhero Metro Man, were both aliens who were sent to Earth as infants before their planets were sucked into a black hole. Although both landed in Metro City at the same time, Metro Man was raised in a mansion, while Megamind was raised in a prison. Growing up, he came to the conclusion that his purpose is to be a super villain. And this quickly resulted in a longstanding rivalry between Megamind and the heroic Metro Man. 

As an adult, Megamind, frequently and unsuccessfully battled Metro Man for control of the city.  Megamind possesses a peerless intellect and created all manner of inventions that are equally ingenious as they are insidious.  He is aided in this by his fish-like companion, Minion.

While Megamind constantly schemed to destroy Metroman and rule Metro City with an iron fist, he actually enjoyed the rivalry and did not truly wish to succeed.  Indeed when he did apparently destroy Metro Man and succeeded in conquering the city, he is left bereft and pining for the good old days of the former status quo.

This led Megamind to make the foolish decision to create a new super heroic rival. He bestowed the powers of Metro Man into a goonish creep named Hal.  Predictably, the plan went terribly awry as Hal became Titan, a rotten and depraved villain.

Megamind was forced to team up with intrepid reporter, Roxanne Ritchi, and the two were ultimately able to defeat Titan.  Herein Megamind found that being a hero is just as rewarding as being a villain and he went on to become the beloved protector of Metro City.

Actor Will Ferrell provides the voice for Megamind with the villain-turned hero first appearing in the 2010 animated feature, Megamind.  

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Numb…

Poems Of The Mad Black Women. Part One💫💕

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair

The feeling of numbness comes in different ways, broken heart, drugs, depression, or simply having enough.

Not everyone can feel what you are going through and yes my love that may suck, but what more can people do? You have depended on people and look where that has gotten you?! Nowhere but drinking a bottle of Crown Royale on the curb in the rain, just numb.

See, numbness can be fixed, you have therapy, sex, alcohol, drugs, and god. But what good can it do? the shit you must endure to even live on it’s own is just too much. So you take a puff, nothing. take another, meh. but that next long, deep, strong inhale? you exhale with all the pain and suffering, looking into the smoke and see your problems fading.

Or? you take a swig at the bottle? nothing feels more good than the alcohol burning the back of your throat, feeling it hit everything. your nervous system, your liver, your stomach, your chest, hell even your head. you feel a buzz that doesn’t fulfill you quite yet. so you take more? take less? how bout till we feel numb. that is the point right? To feel nothing but the substance taking over your body and have you not feel anything.

But what if the feeling ends and you’re panicking? Panicking because you can feel everything? the stress, the disappointment, the overwhelming amount of burdens life wants to give you? simple.

do it again

[nerdieforpedro]

WIP Wednesday

I haven’t been working on much. 👀 So I think I have three previews? One would say that’s not nothing Nerdie and they are correct. It’s just my brain has been…flipped upside down, shaken and stirred and jostled a little just for funsies. 😑 Bah.

Anyway! Good news is that I am heavy in the fluff camp! Smut was lost between being shaken and stirred I think. 🤔

I was tagged by @secretelephanttattoo @604to647 @djarins-cyare and @inept-the-magnificent 💕💕💕 Thank you for thinking of me. ❤️

Previews under the cut:

The first is for “Our Journey Across the Star Ocean.”

His hand touched face one time with his bare hand next to Grogu’s little green one on your cheek, his thumb brushed against your lips. He held it there a moment before dropping his hand. You wonder if he was embarrassed or sorry that he did so. But his hand is once again in yours as he charts the course to the next bounty.

It’s not only the small touches. Din always remembers enough cleaning supplies for your tools and the ship in addition to the small little caf cakes you like after a bounty goes well. Din might have started eating one as he would buy three instead of just two. The small parchment paper in the refuse was the evidence he’d had one.

It’s very cute I think. 💕 we’re at part four, may end at part five because…reasons. 👀

The second preview is for a random Dieter Bravo series I wanna write just because:

“I’ll text Mindy. It will be fine. Anything happens she’ll blame me anyway. You can just be licking ice cream off your lips.” Scooting closer to Tamia, Dieter purposely lowers his head to look up at her, using his deep brown eyes to his advantage. If you’ve got it, use it right?

Huffing, Tamia reluctantly agrees to Dieter’s proposal for ice cream. A car is summoned and they’re off within ten minutes. A flurry of texts from Mindy stating that he needs to take Tamia home now go ignored other than Dieter’s one reply: Okay mom. We’ll be back in plenty of time. It’s just ice cream.

Who doesn’t want ice cream, especially with Dieter? 🥰

Lastly, I’m working on Only Pieces of you Mr. Morales finale it’s longer than a Drabble (my bad) but I gotta wrap it up properly:

There stands Francisco, a messy mop of dark curls bouncing on the back of his neck, his gray t-shirt struggling to contain his biceps and shoulders. He was wearing tan cargo shorts that cupped the curve of his ass just right. He’s finishing up the eggs, the bacon is to the side, pancakes are keeping warm in a metal baking pan covered with foil. The table is set with orange juice and syrup already out. If she wasn’t apprehensive about what conversation they were going to have, she’d tell him to cover all the food and head back to the bedroom. This is by far one of the sexiest and sweetest things he does for her: letting her not worry about anything. She’s waiting for his usual line of “breakfast is served mi amor (my love).” That’s not what he turns and says.

And a last sentence because @djarins-cyare did one:

Javi and Abigail watched the cerulean blue waves roll against the rocks as they finished up their meal.

I made progress on my Javi G series Two Hearts by the Ocean finally! 🌊

NPT: @rhoorl @maggiemayhemnj @laurfilijames @grogusmum @angelofsmalldeath-codeine

@goodwithcheese @djarinmuse @connectioneverywhere @morallyinept @megamindsecretlair

@soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings @spacecowboyhotch @avastrasposts @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

@magpiepills @pedroshotwifey @julesonrecord @alltheglitterandtheroar @pamasaur

@saturn-rings-writes

PS: I might have made notes to two Moon Knight fics. 👀 Again for reasons…maybe found while being flipped. Who knows these things really?

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These are GOLD 💕💕🌟🌟

@for-a-longlongtime @megamindsecretlair @soft-girl-musings @soft-persephone 😆 Enjoy

Some meme redraws, but make it Moon Knight