#born from a fanfic

[randahink]

I wrote a book guys! Maybe you could read it and tell me what you think! It’s on kindle unlimited available now! It was a FanFiction at first but became so much more so. So it’s my first stand alone story not attached to a fan base-

[needypisces]

there's only so much a body can work out, a body can do

Art Donaldson was exhausted.

He was playing tennis for hours a day, exams were coming up, and with Patrick calling from a new time zone every week, he was barely getting any sleep. Even sliding facedown onto the bed next to you offered little relief for his aching muscles.

You let out a sympathetic cluck at his frustrated sigh, dropping your book and winding a hand into his shaggy hair to scratch reassuringly at his scalp. “Poor baby,” you said. “You’re wound up way too tight.”

He didn’t reply, but you could hear his exhale into the mattress. “You need to relax.” You continued, twisting a loose curl around your finger.

“I’m not so good at that.” He admitted in a muffled voice.

“You just need some help.” You paused for a moment, eyeing the tension in his shoulders, the slight arch of his back. “Why don’t you lie down?”

Art tilted his chin up to look at you. “I am lying down.”

“On your back.”

He scanned your eyes briefly before obeying, shirt riding up his toned stomach in the process. “Like this?”

“Yeah, just like that.” You agreed. You sat beside him and he shifted slightly to maintain better eye contact, bringing up an arm to rest behind his head. The movement drew your gaze to his taut bicep, and you couldn’t resist bending down to bite it, just barely hard enough to sting.

You smiled into Art’s skin at his surprised inhale, but you were the one caught off guard when his other arm swept you seamlessly into his lap.

“Hey!” You said, sitting up straight. “Hands to yourself.” He pouted, hand still gripping your hip, but you weren’t joking. When you started to lift yourself off, he caved.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” He said, propping himself up with both arms now. “You’re in charge.”

“Don’t forget it.” You warned. He watched, chastised, as you dropped your own hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up until it bunched at his collarbone. Then, finally, you leaned down to kiss him.

Art was a needy kisser, always waiting for you to guide him, chasing your mouth with his own any time you tried to pull back, whimpering when you licked at the inside of his mouth. You loved kissing him, loved how much it worked him up. He was still a teenage boy, after all.

Once you could feel him properly hard beneath you, you began to descend, teeth scraping his jawbone, his collarbone, his nipple, followed soothingly by your tongue each time. Art’s abdomen was tense beneath your mouth as you pressed open-mouthed kisses to his ribs, his navel, his hips.

The tip of his cock was already sticky when you pulled down his boxers and grasped him in your fist, and you wasted no time in leaning down to tongue his slit. Normally you’d tease him much longer, make him beg, but right now, you just wanted to make him feel better. Art could hardly believe his luck.

You pumped the base of him with one hand and cupped his balls with the other as you suckled at his head. A whine escaped from high in the back of Art’s throat, and it only encouraged you to swallow more of him down.

“Oh,” he gasped, hips bucking into your mouth. “Fuck, please, please.” You moved a hand to rub his thigh reassuringly, a wordless promise, and lowered yourself further until your nose nestled against his pelvis. Art was panting desperately above you, the noises so sweet you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down against his leg. He moaned at the feeling of your wetness, which only spurred you on more. For a while, the only sounds in the room were your slurps and gags against Art's cries.

Before long, you could feel the familiar signs of his impending orgasm, and you popped off. It took Art a moment too long to comprehend that you were speaking, too mesmerized by the string of drool connecting you to his dick.

“Where do you want to come, baby?” You asked again, hand continuing your work. “Hmm?”

“Is this a trick question?” He asked between shallow breaths.

You couldn’t help but laugh, and Art’s chest flushed pink. “No.” You promised, ducking to mouth at his balls. “Anywhere you want. Do you want to come in my mouth? On my face, or on my tits?” His face was beautifully unforgettable when you glanced up, eyes dazed and cheeks glowing as he tried to form a thought. “Come on, princess, use your words.”

At that, Art’s cock twitched in your grasp and you took him back into your mouth, tongue working at the underside. “On your face,” he finally said above you, and your stomach swelled. “Wanna come on your face.”

“Okay, baby,” you murmured. “Anything for you.” You pulled off long enough to soak two fingers in your spit, simultaneously gulping him back down and pressing the pads of your fingers behind his balls. Art clenched down and let out a strangled moan as you rubbed over his hole. You teased him with the tip of a finger, nudging at the muscle but not quite penetrating him, soaking up the mewls that fell from his mouth.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna- you’re gonna make me come,” he panted. His thighs were quivering; he was so close, the tension ready to drain from his body. You gave an encouraging hum, swallowing around his cock, and Art’s gasp broke into a sob as he came. You kept him in your mouth for a moment, letting yourself swallow just a little before pulling off to let him splatter onto your face. Art’s whimpers were delicious as he watched himself coat your swollen lips, your long lashes.

“Good boy,” you cooed, fist still working his cock even as he began to flinch from the overstimulation. “That’s it, does that feel better?”

Art’s head was tipped back as he struggled to catch his breath, but even still, his eyes refused to move from the mess on your face. You kept your eyes on his as you lowered your mouth once more, lapping at the dribble of cum down his cock. He started to whine in protest, it was too much, but you took pity and let him go, rocking back on your heels.

“So much better,” he whispered. “That felt so good, I needed it, thank you."

“Good.” You said, licking your lips. “That’s what I like to hear.”

[dapper-lil-arts]

Darlings. is it gay when the phantom you created as a manifestation of your dreadfull loneliness takes the form of one of your closest friends.

Fanart of this pretty good horror rarijack fanfic, "The haunting of carroussel boutique" personaly i am surprised the writer didnt take the chance to point out how fucking funny this is. Me n kim started laughing about it during stream and i just had to draw this

[lilyofthevalleyys]

i had a thought.

you know those soulmate aus where they can feel each other’s pain?

so doesn’t that extend to period pains/cramps as well?

so when James felt a sudden, constant pain in his abdomen (around that area), he learnt that it was the cause of period pains/cramps and so assumed his soulmate was a girl.

Sirius always talked about having a little sister. but all of a sudden, Sirius started talking about a baby brother, and insists he’s never had a sister.

James never connected the dots. He never once thought that Regulus Black could possibly be his soulmate, even though he wished desperately for it, but wishes were just useless hope.

he’s also constantly felt horrible pains that reduced him to shaking messes, especially during the holidays. and Sirius would come back bruised and beaten.

it was only when Sirius hit his brother with a stinging hex at the leg during one of their fights, that caused James to fall instantly to the floor, did he finally, finally realise.

[erinwantstowrite]

has lady gotham accepted peter ?

not quite yet, because he hasn't been there long. but she does have a soft spot for heroes, and peter has been so kind to her people so far

[cfffrk]

[justaz]

need post magic reveal/ban repeal where magic is free and everyone grows in their knowledge of just what magic is and how it works etc, etc. merlin (isn't one for bragging about his powers) doesn't really mention much about his magic so people just assume he has enough to get by with like chores but not enough to catch the ire of uther EXCEPT for gauis, lancelot, and arthur bc gaius and lancelot have known about him for years and know what he's capable of and arthur sat merlin down and demanded all the stories so arthur knows he'd be a formidable opponent but he doesn't really get it yk? so he's like "yeah merlin has magic and he's capable of defending himself and camelot so he's probably on the more powerful end of the spectrum like every other sorcerer who is powerful"

and then i need merlin to be Different. like noticeably different. like idk a sorcerer is like trying out to be court sorcerer (bc merlin doesn't want another job dammit arthur give it morgana or someone-) and they perform this elaborate spell that captivates merlin and he starts asking all these questions and the sorcerer is like "yeah it's super difficult, it took me months to get it right and it takes years for some others-" and they cut themselves off bc merlin was just like "i wanna try" and does it perfectly first try. the sorcerer is seething.

camelot is hit with a heatwave and everyone is suffering and arthur is just like "morgana can you make it rain or something? it's too hot to breathe." and morgana is just like "no you idiot i can't just bend nature to my will. it doesn't like that." and merlin finally arrives with waterskins full of nice, cold, refreshing drink that the knights are frothing at the mouth to get. arthur complains again and morgana huffs and merlin is like "has he been like that this whole time?" and morgana nods with a groan and merlin laughs before going "i can try something" and leaves before anyone can say anything and arthur looks at morgana and is like "i thought you said nature doesn't like to be controlled?" and she's like "it doesn't" and then they all chase after merlin but he's chilling in the courtyard with his eyes closed, not even chanting, and then the sky starts to darken as black clouds roll in, the temperature plummets and then...snow begins to fall. in july. they all end up having a snowball fight.

a power hungry sorcerer comes along and is like "emrys....he's perfect....just what i need...teehee" and casts some spell over merlin and begins to siphon his magic and his power and merlin feels waves of his magic flood through the connection and into the sorcerer and like he's a mix of panic and concern bc yeah this mf is taking his magic but they're taking his magic. merlin tries to bargain or talk them down while the knights and arthur try to attack but the sorcerer keeps pushing them back and ignores merlin and is like "i want power, i want your power" blah blah blah monologue time and they swing another wave of magic out at the knights and knock many out while killing some and merlin is just like "ok no that's all folks thanks" and starts to push his own magic through the connection. the sorcerer has this wild gleam in their eyes and they feel more and more power fill them and it's like a high until it gets too much and they frantically try to sever the connection and their telling merlin to stop but merlin is just like "i thought you wanted my power? i'm giving it to you" and continues to flood the sorcerer with his magic until gold begins to trace their skin and they idk explode or smth and then all the magic flies back into merlin and he flexes his hands. unnamed knights 3, 6, 22, 53, and 55 still died so it's a tragedy.

a bunch of sorcerers are entertaining at a feast (kind of like the trickler) and they cast illusions all around the room that look real enough (unless you look too closely or touch it bc they are somewhat see through and your hand would pass right through them) and it's a fun and joyous night. later that week, the knights bring it up during their break while training and merlin is like "sure, what illusion should i cast?" and after some back and forth, he settles on the illusion of a dragon. it's around the size and age of aithusa bc that's all he has to go off of and it's gold since he took inspiration from the pendragon crest all around the area. it jumps around and flaps it's wings to get some air and it's all fine and dandy until elyan goes to poke his hand through it's ribs but meets physical scales and he jumps up into percival's arms. merlin looks closer and is like "oh. its real. whoops." and leon is like "whoops?? you make a real life dragon and all you have to say is whoops?" and merlin shrugs and is like "it was an accident" and leon about keels over from a heart attack "an accident? how do you accidentally-" the dragon is considered a gift from magic to camelot and helps further heal the wounds of uther's purge.

idk just like merlin being casually the most powerful sorcerer to walk the earth and unnerving people just by how little he seems to care about his shows of power but they're all like "well he's just doing all these small things that don't harm anyone and he doesn't even seem to realize just how powerful he is so what can ya do?" and they leave it be and make peace with merlin being Like That. and then camelot/arthur is attacked or smth idk and then everyone gets to see exactly how powerful and dangerous merlin is

[poppitron360]

People shit on Shakespeare for being boring but my guy wrote real person fanfiction and tortured his ocs and told cringe jokes and had hidden gay subplots and played with gender too- he just did it in

a squiggly font

[hells-greatest-performers]

Who do you think got video of the birth?? Wasn’t there a blackout in the city?

Alastor: THERE IS ONLY ONE DEMON WHO WOULD DARE TO DO SUCH A THING!

Meanwhile…

“Good evening and thank you for joining us. I’m Katie Killjoy.”

“And I’m Tom Trench! We have breaking news out of Pentagram’s City’s cannibal district as notorious Overlord and Radio Host Alastor has — get this— given birth to the new heir of the Pride Ring!”

“That’s right Tom. According to several sources, the Radio Demon gave birth to our demonic Head Hancho — Lucifer’s — child. The name and gender of the baby have not been released but videos and pictures of the Radio Demon were spotted in Rosie’s Emporium by several VoxTek drones. Now we must warn you, what you’re about to see may be too gruesome for some viewers,” Katie said and the video shifted and began showing the gruesome act of Alastor shifting into a monstrous form and pushing out the baby without being spotted.

“This is footage caught by one of VoxTek's drones. As you can see, the Radio Demon has given birth to the infant — becoming the first sinner to ever give birth — at this time we do not have a comment from the new Daddy but we will keep you updated as this story develops,” Tom spoke over the footage.

Vox: NOW THATS GOOD TELEVISION!

[justsalpals]

well one silver lining from this whole mess

the spite fics will be delicious

[emmster]

Forehead kisses (and little snippet of my cod OC)

[bunny-is-cute]

How Calliope Morningstar was born

Alastor: *holds out cards* The cards, the cards, the cards will tell ~ ♪ The past, the present, and the future as well!♪ The cards, the cards, just take three ♪ Take a little trip into your future with me!♪

(Pregnant) Lucifer: *draws only one card*

Lucifer: *smirks evilly*

Alastor: Why are you laughing?

Lucifer: *reveals UNO reverse card*

Alastor: *pales* Oh no…

[shiftingwithmars]

”English is not my first language”

bitch you speak English better than me and the only language I speak is English

[that-disabled-princess]

Laundry and flareups and dishes, oh my! [M, 1.3k]

Summary:

Cleaning up after sex sucks.

For @run-for-chamo-miles <22

Rated M to be safe, but nothing spicy really happens. Contains no TDP 6 spoilers.

Read on AO3

[schwazombie]

I think one of the funny things about me deciding that Kidd and Killer are bilingual and Law is trilingual is that I have decided on specifics on the German front so when Kidd and Law are trying to learn each other's respective languages they are learning primarily from the other so Kidd opens his mouth and Northern German comes out and when they're driving to Italy he's like Law? Babygirl? Darling? Sweet pea? What the fuck is up with Bavarians.

[ae-azile]

Chapter 2 of The Non-Newtonian Newborn was supposed to be solely Chay's POV, but with a likely 3rd and maybe 4th chapter (because I suck at one-shots), it will be multi-pov and switch back and forth between Kim's and Chay's perspective. I mean, I needed to have some of Kim's POV as he goes about the pros and cons of breastfeeding his baby with his newfound ability to lactate.

Can't believe I just wrote that.

Anyway, here's a preview for chapter 2! The link to chapter 1 is at the end of the post.

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“I don't know what I am supposed to…DO!” Khun says, his last word turning into a screech when he finds the right spot and causes more milk to come out. It isn't nearly enough, but it's something. Because other than this? Kim doesn't know what to do either.

Despite Khun's horror over the situation, Kim can't find any humor in it at all, not when the relief only lasts for ten minutes at most before his chest feels tight again.

“I need help again,” Kim says, sitting back up and making a grab for Khun’s hand. Khun yanks it back and lets out a sigh.

“Kim…I think you are going to need to make a decision here.”

What Kim needs is for his chest to not feel so tight.

“You may have to do something else to make them…stop hurting,” Khun says, gesturing at Kim’s torso, “While Dr. Saelim doesn't know why you are going through this…he did say you are getting minor impactions, likely due to not nursing your baby-”

“She's not mine.”

As Khun gives him a heartbroken, sympathetic look, Kim realizes that statement is officially false.

Kim glances over at where she is resting on the new baby lounger and feels a pang of guilt and frustration.

“What do you want to do?”

Kim looks back over to his brother, “About the fact milk is coming out of my nipples?”

“Well, you should probably decide if you want to nurse her, get a pump, or leave them alone and put up with the pressure and discomfort for a few weeks. That's what I read, that it could take a few weeks to dry up-”

“I can't deal with that,” Kim says, fighting the urge to pull at his hair, “And who says this will go away the same way it would for a woman? She isn't even that into the formula! She just sucks it down because she hasn't been given anything else!”

Khun sits there quietly before nodding his head, “Then what would you like to do? About the breast milk, about whether you actually want to be a parent-”

“Are you saying I should get rid of her?” Kim asks, then narrows his eyes, “Don't you remember me telling you about the times I have tried? She just pops back over to me when she misses me or is hungry! You witnessed it yourself!”

Khun breathes out, “I'm saying that none of this is fair to you. This wasn't your decision. So…I'm just telling you I will support you through this and with anything you need. If you need me to keep milking you, I suppose I will.”

Kim blinks, then scoots away from his brother, “Not anymore. Not when you word it like that.”

“...Then do you want to try and nurse until someone goes back out and buys you a pump?”

“I don't know!” Kim snaps, only for the baby to startle awake and let out a cry. The longer Kim stares at her, the more frustration, resentment, and overwhelming guilt he feels. Maybe she is some curse who is in full control of what she is doing. Maybe.

But in his heart, he really feels like she is just a baby.

Who can teleport.

“Oh, honey,” Khun murmurs when Kim’s shoulders start shaking, “Come here.”

As Kim cries into the crook of his brother’s arm, he realizes he hasn't let Khun hold and comfort him since Ma died. He has cried in front of him since - once when Khun was rescued from being kidnapped, but Khun was drugged up and out of it. The other time I had been when Kim was preparing to move out. He wanted Khun to move into his apartment with him. Kim had been convinced that Khun would get better if he was in a different environment, but Khun refused to leave and Kim refused to stay, so it was never going to work and-

“He's having a moment,” Kim hears Khun say gently, “I'm not sure how much your brother told you, but my baby brother is going through a lot right now.”

Shit.

“I heard,” Chay says, his voice sounding strained.

SHIT.

“Maybe come back later-”

“I’m fine,” Kim quickly says, sounding completely strangled as he sits back up, “I'm okay, you can stay if you want-”

Tankhun tilts his head in confusion, “Kim-”

“I'm fine, Khun,” Kim says pointedly, even though he really isn't. He just found out the infant who has been stalking him is his biological daughter, she was born from an glowing egg he broke on purpose, his chest hurts, and he now lactates.

But Chay is here.

Unless he is just here for Khun. In that case, Kim should go and try to self-express his nipples into the toilet-

“Do you want to take a walk?”

Who is he asking? What is he asking? Kim doesn’t understand.

“Kim?” Chay prompts, “Do you want to take a walk?”

Kim stares at him with wide eyes, “So you can talk to Khun privately?”

Chay stares right back, then shakes his head, “No. I am asking if you would like to walk with me so we can talk.”

“Oh,” Khun says, glancing between them. He looks a little confused, as if he didn't expect this.

Neither did Kim.

“Chay, that's really sweet of you,” Khun says encouragingly, “Kim, why don't you go? You two are close to the same age, and I think you could use a friend right now. I’ll…I’ll watch the baby.”

It's an offer that was given with much more excitement this morning but one Kim is still grateful for, especially when Kim takes into account whose responsibility she officially is.

She's his responsibility. She's his baby. Part of him wants to leave her and the compound, only to never come back. She would be in safe hands with Khun. After Ma died, Khun often felt like the closest thing to a parent Kim had, even after the kidnapping. Khun may be nervous about the teleportation thing, but he would love her and care for her. Kinn and Porsche would too.

And then there is Pa. Pa may try to take full control of her and utilize her powers.

Turn her into a weapon.

Regardless of what he feels now, he knows he can't let that happen.

So reluctantly, Kim stands up, pulls his shirt back on, walks over to the lounger, and looks down at her. Despite just recently being fussy over Kim raising his voice, she pauses at her task of gumming her fist and smiles around it.

He really needs to figure out how old she is supposed to be. From what little he's read, she is emoting way too young.

Then again, she also teleports and was born from an egg. Standard milestone ages may not apply.

“I will be back in a little bit,” Kim tells her, his voice sounding stiff, “I'm taking a walk with Chay.”

This information seems to delight her. She kicks her feet and lets out a happy sound before doing her best to lift her arm up and hold out her hand. Kim fights the urge to let her take a hold of his finger like he has before by shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Be good,” Kim tells her, then looks over at Khun.

“Can you feed her in thirty minutes or so if I'm not back?”

Khun nods, then seems slightly anxious, “...With the formula she is lukewarm about?”

Kim narrows his eyes at that, “Yes. Unless you know of a different brand you want to try.”

Khun tsks, “Why would I know the names of any baby formulas? You're acting as though I have looked into such things. Some people don't get magical shaman eggs from stalkers that result in a newborn with supernatural powers upon it being broken. I suppose I could adopt, but I have no one to go on such a journey with-”

“Arm?” Kim asks. Khun sharply turns his head in suspicion. As soon as his gaze becomes calculating, it reminds him too much of the old Khun, the one who had been raised to lead and intimidate. Luckily, they had Ma, who made sure Khun was nurturing and sweet as well.

But Kim doesn't want to stay long enough for Khun to fully enter that dormant side of himself.

“Bye,” Kim says, then quickly walks to the door. It's then he remembers that he's walking with Chay.

Maybe an intimidating Khun is more preferable.

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