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[greetingfromthedead]

Desire (Vash x F!Reader)

Plot: Plot? What plot?... just porn. The quiet, sweet ones tend to hide a different side too...

Series: Tempest Wind

Pairing: Vash x F!Reader

Raiting: NSFW!! 18+!! R!! Explicit!! Minors DNI

Tags: Established Relationship, Smut, Teasing, Flirting, Biting, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Anal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Control, Hand Jobs, Creampie, Grinding

Word count: 3.2k

Author's Note: It's V-day. single or not, you'll always be Vash's valentine so here ya go, have another demo from Tempest Wind. You as a community picked this one! If you like this, check out the other demos and I'm posting daily chapters of the series! You'll find all the info about the series in the Masterlist.

Vash has been so consumed with worry and thoughts for the past few days that even his chatter has boiled down to planning, and for once, you can call him the worrywart like he has done to you many times before. It did coax out a light laugh from him, but he went right back to his talk of strategy and what the bandits could be planning and doing. He has drawn up a little map for himself where he has marked out roughly the locations of settlements, their names, and which ones have already been hit by the bandits.

You had told him to go to bed and get some sleep, but instead he has gone into planning mode once again under his blanket while you were looking out over the desert, trying to catch a glimpse of any car headlights. The radio plays as he tracks his pencil along the makeshift map. He tries to listen for more hints on where the bandits could be, but there is no news from this area. A few robberies have happened further south towards May, but they are nowhere near as frequent as in the northern area. 

He is so consumed by his thoughts, and it worries you, so you hatch a plan to get his mind off things. If he's not going to sleep, then you will occupy him in different ways.

You stand over him for a moment as he lays on his stomach, his fingers laced into his hair as he stares at his notes. He doesn't even seem to notice you there. He is so used to you and so trusting of you that as long as you're keeping watch, his guard is down. You kneel onto your own mattress that is right next to his, and before he even turns his head, you're under his blanket.

"Won't you stop worrying so much?" Your voice is low in his ear as your hand pulls his out of his hair.

"I just... I don't want to leave you alone; I don't want to be away from you." His voice is sad as he sighs. He sounds so pathetic to himself, but to you, he can admit that.

"You won't come up with a better plan. After all, this is my idea, and I am always right." Your voice is quiet as you place a light kiss on his cheek. "It's only for a little bit."

His head turns to meet yours, a slight smile on his lips, yet his eyes are still sad.

"Even a little bit is too much."

"You'll get over it." You pull his face closer to kiss his lips, a tender and soft kiss locking your mouths together. 

You feel him adjusting, turning to his side, his hand closest to you finding your waist, and it makes him freeze. He pulls away from you, looking into your mischievous eyes before trailing down your face and neck. He lifts the blanket a bit to peek underneath, and a deep crimson hue comes over his ears and face as you keep a close look on his expression.

"What's wrong?" you ask, amused.

"Where are your clothes?" His eyes meet yours again, and you see that somewhere deep, the awkwardness is overtaken by desire. Usually, he is the one undressing you.

"Somewhere over yonder," you say with a smirk as you let the blanket fall off your shoulder, revealing more of your skin to him. Vash has to swallow before your lips find his again; this time he is a lot hungrier.

His lips part with yours, his tongue pushing into the cavity of your mouth. You feel his hand  move down your body, giving your thigh a squeeze before sneaking over your body. His fingertips start to push into the space between your legs, but you swat him away.

You click your tongue disapprovingly, and he pulls away with a surprised expression, clearly not expecting your denial.

"Your clothes are bothering me. Get up and take them off," you smirk, and Vash could swear you look so devious you could be the Devil for all he knows.

Still, he doesn't let you tell him twice as he gets on his feet, towering over you by your feet as you turn onto your back, your hands propping you up, the edge of the thin blanket sliding onto your stomach. Your eyes are nailed on him as he takes off his coat, shirt, and glove, revealing his scarred skin. He moves down to undo his belt, and he seems hurried and flustered, the redness still not completely gone.

"Does it make you nervous when I watch?" Your voice is still silky smooth.

He starts to answer, but it seems like his mind is wiped clean as he sees your knees move apart under the blanket, his eyes nailed to your lower half. This is uncharted territory for him; you haven't swept him up and away quite like this before.

"What is it? You want a treat already?" You smirk. "Your job is only half done, and you already want a peek?"

You could swear you saw his knees buckle for a moment as one of your hands reaches down to grab the blanket.

"Well? Are you just going to stand there?" You pull the blanket from your knees so he can clearly see your bent and spread legs, but you keep the rest covered by the blanket between them.

Vash springs back to life, pulling off his belt and throwing it aside before undoing his pants and pushing off his boots and socks. He stands in his underwear, watching over you.

"What if I have requests?" He has definitely found his footing again, an edge to his voice as his eyes burn up.

"I will fill your every desire, but first you will have to strip down completely." You smile wickedly as you gaze into his eyes.

You keep looking up even as he pushes down his underwear; only after he straightens up again do you look down to measure him and then look back.

"Spread your legs wider for me." You hear his request as he comes closer and lowers himself down. You do as he asks, your bent legs taking a wider stance.

"Good girl," his voice is husky as he touches your leg, placing kisses on the inside of your thigh, starting from the knee and moving closer to your warm and wet core. His hands stroke your skin, moving up until they pull away the blanket, letting him place his lips in the center as his hands push your thighs even further apart. His tongue is exploring the folds and tasting your arousal.

"Oh, fuck..." you moan as your head already falls back. He knows you well; he has his own little tricks he uses on you; every millimeter is measured and known. He could have you shaking uncontrollably within a minute, but that really isn't his style. He carefully inches you closer to your edge, waiting till your whole back is arched and moans escape your mouth. His fingers move into your cavity, pressing against your walls, giving you a whole different stimulus to focus on as he pulls his lips back.

"You like this, love?" His voice is quiet as he looks up from between your legs.

"You know-ooooh-I do.... ooh... ohhh," your moans getting louder and longer as his fingers touch you in every way that makes you gush. "Oh, Vash..."

"Your voice really is music, baby," he hums, placing a few kisses on the inside of your thigh again. "So what now, darling?"

"Ah, fuck!" He keeps you hovering on the edge, the inferno burning in your core, waiting to release all the tension. "God, you make me feel so... ah, so good... Get me there."

"Where?" his kisses getting closer to his fingers again.

"Make me cum, Red, oooh!" You can't arch any further; your legs spread as wide as they go. "Please!"

His tongue goes back to the swollen bundle of nerves, as his digits are still pleasuring you from the inside. It only takes him a few pressured licks to have you reach your limits. He feels you contract against his skin, your lungs letting out a loud moan sounding like his name. The mess you have already made amuses him as he gives you a few more teasing touches and feels you twitch under his fingers.

"You really are a demon." You breathe heavily, your head still falling backwards. "You know me too well."

He ignores your comments as he moves up your body. He leaves sloppy, wet kisses on your stomach and breasts, moving up to your neck until your back is pressed onto the mattress. Vash reaches over to turn off the radio that is conveying the latest news.

"I only want to hear you," his lips say by your ear, and you feel him against you, his tip touching your wetness. You try reaching out for it, but now it's Vash taking your hands and pinning them both with his prosthetic above your head. He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, and it takes you by surprise.

His other hand moves down to run his tip between your folds before pressing it against your opening. Your breathing is still fast as you wait with anticipation. You see the smirk on his lips as he slowly lowers himself into you. He starts off slow, but the last of him nearly slams into you. A moan escapes you as you adjust to his girth, and he pulls away just a little bit, but he doesn't start moving like you expected.

"Please..." You try reaching his lips with yours, but he denies you. "I want more..."

Your hips try to get the stimulation you're looking for, but you're too pinned under him, barely able to move along his length. Dissatisfied noises escape you, as even rolling your hips doesn't get you much closer.

"Please... give me more..." You bite your lip. "This was my idea... How did I end up being the one being teased?"

"So whiny..." he smiles. "What do you want?"

He bites your earlobe, and you let out a slight yelp.

"Fuck me!" you nearly growl by his ear. This gets his hips moving again, pulling almost all the way out, and you feel every vein and pump of his tease your insides. He only gets a few calm thrusts in before he sets a frantic tempo.

"You're so tight and warm," he whispers into your ear. "So wet."

You feel him pounding deep into you, the pleasure tingling up your stomach. You are completely at his mercy as he pins you under him, your hands tightly between his and the ground. Your legs hovering in the air above him. Your moans sound out together. He quickly has you arching from pleasure again, your body already looking for the last push that he won't give you yet. You know your insides are dripping for him; the arousal and pleasure make you go feral. You see his overwhelming pleasure in his eyes as he pulls nearly completely out, only to dive as deep as before. His whole length is trying to fit into you, pushing against you with every thrust. You clench up a bit, and immediately his excitement grows further. 

All you can think about is him, his rough body against your skin, the way his lips feel, his breath, his voice, and his moans. The way he calls out your name due to the pleasure fills you with butterflies even now. The night would be filled with colors if they burst out of your chest. Vash makes you feel things you previously thought were impossible. The whole world feels vibrant, painted in colors of red, orange, and yellow like your desire for him.

He lets go of your hands and raises into a kneeling position. He catches your legs and pushes them against your chest; you're flat on the ground again. He uses his prosthetic to pin down both of your legs, their closeness making you even tighter. He might be good at keeping you on the verge, but chasing his own climax is a different story. The arousal has been filling his mind since the moment he noticed your naked body. Seeing you squirming because of the overwhelming pleasure he brings forth does unspeakable things to him, and his fingers find your clit again as he keeps pushing deep into you. Your fingers grab onto the sheets as he gives you the last little push and makes you cum hard around him. Your tightly clenching walls spell the end of this round for him too, as he fills your insides with a few more slow thrusts. His brow is sweaty as both of you come down from your high.

He releases the pressure on your legs and leans them against his shoulders as he leans back. He pushes his sweaty hair out of his face by running his fingers through it as he still catches his breath. Your insides tingle, and you move your grabby hands onto your breasts, giving them a squeeze as you come down from your high. The calmness is only physical; your desire still burns in your soul, and so does his. His hand runs up and down your leg as he looks into your eyes.

"You're beautiful; this look suits you," he says over his panting and leans closer, your legs sliding down his sides again. He comes close enough to kiss you, and you feel him move, still inside you. His lips lock with yours, hungry yet soft.

"I love you," you whisper through the kiss as best you can as your nails move onto his back.

His kisses move to your neck, and he talks through his nips and licks.

"I could never get enough of you. You're mine... I'm yours..." His voice is low but loud enough for you to hear.

It makes you clench around him again, and you feel your mixed releases flow down your crack. His words arouse you further. You know you feel the same, but hearing such things out of his mouth does something else.

"I love your blush. The rosy tone... the heat of your skin." His kisses move down your body, making his lower half pull away till you're left yearning for him to fill you again. It feels wrong, like you're missing a piece of yourself. His hands feel your body, and he leaves you tingling all over.

"Shouldn't it be my turn now?" You look at him as his lips touch your belly button and his hands track along your hips.

"No, you said you would fill my every desire." His fingers touch the ample wetness between your thighs. His answer is so resolute that it leaves no room for arguments.

"Again... this was my idea, and you choose to tease me instead..." You enjoy his touch as his fingers press lightly into your skin.

"Alright... I'll let you, but only if you turn around for a bit." His eyes look dangerously sharp in the dim light of the gas burner. "On your hands and knees."

"I wanna hear you beg." You push yourself onto your elbows again to look at him.

"You're not in a position to make demands," he says, slightly amused as he pushes two fingers into your cavity.

"Ah, fuck!" he takes you by surprise. "Dammit... when did you get like this?"

You may be complaining, but in reality, this makes you very hot and bothered. You lift your leg over him, the fingers slipping out again, as you turn onto your stomach and support your body up. You're about to turn towards him, thinking you know what he had in mind, but he slaps your ass.

"No need to move. This is good... Actually..." You look over your shoulder to see him sit down, and he beckons you closer, and you comply, slowly and teasingly moving to his side, your lips begging for a kiss as you're close enough.

He smiles a crooked smile as he kisses you on the lips, his hand closest to you stroking over your back. His lips part, and you're ready for more, but his hand presses down and guides you to lay on his lap, his hand giving another hard spank before sliding in between your legs.

"You're mean!" You moan with your ass up, "In the best way possible..."

"Open your legs," he says as he strokes up and down your crack and spreads your cheeks.

As soon as your knees part, his other hand moves under your body to find your clit, his fingers glide effortlessly over it due to the slick, and it immediately starts to feel overwhelmingly good. He strokes your parts, palm against your swollen bits. Your deep breaths quickly turn into moans and whines. His free hand keeps you in place as you start to squirm. He watches your body twist from the pleasure; the hand keeping you where you are moves; the fingers slide into your slit, jerking roughly and pushing you further, but not far enough.

"Aaaaah!" you scream out as you squirm to his touch. He pulls out his fingers, only leaving his other hand stroking against your clit. You feel his fingers move slightly up and draw circles against the back entrance, but you're so consumed by the pleasure that you barely notice it.

"Let me fuck you!" you pant out as your fingers grab onto the blanket.

"Not yet. Cum first," you hear the amusement in his voice; he is clearly enjoying this, your helplessness contrasting with your headstrong nature.

"Make me!" you shout desperately as he keeps you on the verge. "Give me more!"

He listens to your plea as his finger glides into your lubed ass, making you gasp. He has been there before, but not in quite such a position. The hand on your clit presses down harder as he fingers you, and it doesn't take half a minute for you to be screaming his name into the night with your legs uselessly twisting.

"Oh..." you press out between the panting, "I've had it with your unpunished teasing. Now it's my turn."

"You can't even stand," he laughs, putting one hand on your shaking thigh.

"I don't need to." You push up and grab hold of his shoulder. You roughly press him onto his back before climbing on. You see him rock hard again and, for a moment, consider your options, but you have been pushed too far, your mind clouded by the desire and just how well he knows you. He's an excellent lover, always paying attention and learning your every quirk.

You pull up, pinning his member between your bodies and starting to grind on it. The texture quickly starts to pull deep breaths out of him. His hands hold on to your legs as you move up and down the length of him.

"Love..." His eyes are closed as he enjoys you. "I won't last like this..."

"Don't worry, Red, I will make you last." Your hands glide over his chest. "Look at me. I want to see your pretty eyes."

You keep going, looking into his blue eyes, till you see his desperation reach its limits, only then you change things up and sink him in, taking his length and rolling your hips, giving him different, lighter stimulation. Your gentleness only lasts long enough to let him slightly cool off, and then it is replaced by you riding him like a tomas, making sure to edge him more than once before letting him empty himself into you again. His load dripping down the lower halves of both of you.

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[wonderfam]

An Amazon and an Alien sitting in a tree...!

Decided to try my hand at writting again. I really fell in love with this AU comic- Knights of Steel- and it saddens me a bit that it won't be fleshen out more (DC being DC -_-)

But that's what fanfincs are for, ain't it :3

AOW

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PROLOGUE

Preparing the Soil

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Thomas and Martha were gentle monarchs, and much more intelligent than the rest of inhabitants the Els had so far met. But they still had issues thinking ‘outside the box’. They were content in the current state of peace, and concerned themselves solely on domestic matters.

The Els, however, were growing more and more concerned about the hostility shown to them by their neighboring Kingdoms. After the Waynes adamantly refused to have them leave to appease the Kingdom of Storms, addressing the issue strategically became necessary. 

At the meeting sat the King and the Queen, General Waller, Lara Lor-Van and Jor-El. 

“The Amazons are the only real threat. We know almost nothing about them. Only their reputation from ancient wars.” The General opened the conversation. “And if it is to be believed…we could be in trouble in case of war.” 

“There hasn’t been a war between the kingdom in generations.” Thomas stated, unnerved about Waller’s tense declarations. “The Amazons keep to themselves. Their alliance to King Jefferson is close only due to territorial proximity.” 

“Not entirely accurate, your Majesty.” Jor-El said. “Both Kingdoms have close ties with magic. The Amazons could believe this Prophecy with as much fervor as King Jefferson does. And if they are as ignorant of you as we are of them…It will only fuel their fear and distrust.” 

“It will be difficult, if tales are to be believed. As no man is allowed to set foot on Amazonia.”

“Not all of us are men, dear Thomas.” Lara said. “I will make the first contact. Once we are sure they are open to negotiations, perhaps Queen Martha could join me in a second visit”

“No. You and I will go together on this first visit. By ship.” They were surprised by Martha’s firm words. A Queen in these lands was not expected to participate in politics or matters of war. Thomas valued Martha too much to think of her as less than him, and Martha was well aware of her intelligence and worth, but these people loved their traditions too much to openly disregard them. Perhaps the reason why when she did speak, everyone listened.“If they believe in the Prophecy with as much fervor as the King of Storms does, you flying into their island will only frighten them more.”  

“As the tales go, Amazons fear nothing.” Thomas chortled.

“Fear inhabits every mortal’s heart.” 

“They are immortal, Lara. Or so the tales go…” 

*************

It took them three days to reach the port, and another four of voyage to finally see the Themyscira Archipelago. Most of the islands seemed to be completely covered by vast forests. Massive birds and strange beasts flew across the skies. The city stood at the center of the main island, and the buildings  seemed sculpted into the very rock of the island’s cliffs. Trees and lushful vegetation almost completely hid the colorful walls. 

But that was in the distance, and visible only to the Els. The Waynes’ attention was focused on the many ships scattered around the island. Shaped for speed and reinforced with metal, they were obviously vessels of war. Not having set foot on the island yet, and already crucial errors on their data were discovered. Nobody in their half of the world knew that Amazonia warred at sea. 

A month prior, a messenger had been sent on a merchant ship. Their intent for a peaceful meeting was well received and a date and time was set. It was true that no men were allowed to set foot on their land, but in the spirit of tolerance and respect, Queen Hyppolyta had promised to set aside a vessel so the men could participate in the meeting as well. 

As they approached, they could see it bobbing in the waves. The biggest of the lot, the purple banner of Amazonia waving high on the mainmast. A lion of gold gleamed at its bow, snarling its defiance to the world. It was clustered with the tallest, most muscled women any of them had ever seen. All covered in metal and leather, armed to the teeth, and staring back at them with the hardened gazes of seasoned soldiers.  

“It is a good start.” Jor-El remarked, coming to stand next to Thomas at the bow of the ship as the Captain began maneuvers to port. “It shows they are willing to adjust their traditions for the sake of diplomacy.” 

“Yes. I also welcome foreign diplomats with a contingency of armed soldiers.” Thomas murmured back. “I still can’t believe I let you convince me to bring the children…” 

“The Amazons are not savages, Thomas.” The El sighed. “General Waller has issues to focus on matters unrelated to war and death. But the intel’s there. They are civilized, highly advanced people. Besides…” He eyed the amazonian ship with his other visions. Indeed, it was packed with armored Amazons. “I will protect you, my King.”

“I’m sure you will. Maybe you can sleep with the Amazon Queen. A bond of shared blood is a common method of enforcing an alliance in these backwater worlds of ours.” 

Jor-El didn’t take the jab personally. The Waynes were not invulnerable, and the Amazons were not behaving in a very reassuring way. Bringing the children had been Martha’s idea, but the Els’ voted in favor. If anything bad happened, it would be their fault. From beginning to end… 

**************

Queen Hyppolyta was an imposing sight. Like the rest of her kin, she was tall, muscular and strikingly beautiful. Clad in purple leather and a thick fur cape, the only symbol of her statues was a tiara of gold. Even without it, however, she stood out amongst the rest by the sheer force of her presence. 

Her eyes were piercing, but there was a softness to them that soothed the visitors from the Wayne Kingdom. She was also smiling…and there was a child standing by her side. 

“...this is Diana.” Queen Hyppolyta introduced her after the monarchs exchanged the obligatory salutes. “My daughter. Princess of Themyscira.” 

The girl was a tiny version of the grim women around them. All tacked up in her leather armor, a small sword and a tiara of her own. Of course the grim expression of the seasoned warriors looked more like a pout on that young babish face. Her big blue eyes gleamed with curiosity, and betrayed the facade. 

“She’s precious!”

“...Martha..!”

“Show respect!” The precious little girl snapped, taking a threatening step forward. “I am the Queen’s Daughter!” 

“And you’re speaking to a Queen, Diana…” Hypolitta chidded. “And your elder.”

“I meant no offense. My most sincere apologies…I…” 

“Please, do not concern yourself. Despite what my daughter may think, she is a child. Still in need of learning the art of diplomacy and tolerance.” 

The tone was gentle, but Diana looked properly rebuked. Blushing and pouting, she apologized as well, and promised to remember they were from very faraway lands. 

“Perhaps this is a wonderful time to introduce our own little treasures.” Lara said. She had almost gushed over the princess herself. Only her excitement of introducing Zala as a potential playmate had halted the impulse. 

They had told the children to wait on the ship until they had a clearer idea of what to expect from the Queen of the Amazons. And of course, they had been eavesdropping. The moment those words left Lara’s lips, quick feet thundered down the ramp of their ship and into the deck where they stood. 

They felt a little jolt of excitement as Diana’s hardened face brightened with excitement at the sight of Zala. Unfortunately, the sight of the young boys seemed to displease her and she snapped right back to her sullen ‘warrior face’. 

There was a moment of unease as the visiting adults pondered where the children would wait. Bruce and Kal-El could not set foot on land, and they doubted the Queen would agree to let Diana into their ship. The deck would be an unpleasant place to wait, as they did not know how long the meeting would last.

Perhaps Zala could join Diana at the beach, and the two boys would be good big brothers and keep each other company on the ship…

***********

Diana sat with them in the meeting. As it turned out, the Amazons treated their children like adults. As Princess, the girl had thus the right and the obligation to participate. It was a bit awkward, but Lara told Zala to wait with Bruce and Kal-El on the ship. Of course it was left unsaid, but to the kryptonians and the Waynes, there was no need for a child to worry about these matters in times of peace.

Hands clasped in front of her, Hyppolyta waited until everyone sat down, and then went straight to the point. 

“You are worried about Constantine’s Prophecy and our involvement with the Kingdom of Storms.” 

“...yes. We are.” Thomas replied. He liked this approach. “We want nothing but peace and prosperity for all the kingdoms. King Jefferson is not listening. Do you believe in the Prophecy?” 

The Queen took a moment to answer, sighing before speaking.

“I know a future being written is a dangerous thing, and fate is never so simple…We also know the hearts of men…” She nailed Jor-El with a piercing glare. It was an instant, but left no room for doubts. The Amazons were hostile to the kryptonians, but for different reasons. “...you have powers only the gods should brandish. Yet, you are not gods.” 

“We are not.” Jor-El agreed. “We are-at heart-as human as you. All we wish is to give our children a life of peace. We have used our powers to help those in need. And that's all we wish to do with them.”

“They saved our lives when there was nothing for them to gain from it.” Thomas added. “They have enriched our culture and improved our understanding of the world around us. They are a force of good. Which is more than can be said about the gods. If they exist at all.”

The Amazons were displeased by the comment, and leather creaked, metal clanked, as the warriors around them fidgeted. Diana’s pout grew and she glanced uncertainly at her mother. The Queen simply stared pensively at the King. 

“Words are hollow.” One of the two Amazons standing by the Queen’s side whispered. She dressed differently than the others. No metal-or visible weapons-on her. She was also the only Amazon that didn’t look ready to attack at any second. Dare they say, she seemed almost amused by the whole situation. “Actions are telling.”

“...we are a peaceful people, despite our reputation.” Hypolitta said after a moment. “We do not wish for war anymore than you do. But you must understand: our alliance with the Kingdom of Storm is ancient.  You are inconsequential to our lives…” She gestured at the Wayne’s, and then turned her gaze to the Els. “And you have the power of gods, yet the flawed heart of men…That is even more concerning.” 

“We understand that trust is built with time, and not something that should be demanded. ” Lara said. “All we ask is for a chance to be known for who we really are.”

“The world is a very big place, your Majesty.” Martha added. “And it does appear you have peaceful relations only with the Kingdom of Storms. But there’s so much more out there. And most of them believe that you are savages. In the kingdoms of the East, you are known as the one-breasted women.”

The visitors all paled at the blunt remarks, but Martha spoke with regal professionalism. No mockery, or anger, in her voice. Facts stated and nothing else. 

“It’s true.” The same Amazon that had spoken before confirmed. “They say we chop off our left breast so we can shoot our bows better.”

The Amazons clustering the small room eyed them as if it was their wrongful beliefs. Some murmured angrily  in their tongue, others chuckled at the absurdity of it. 

The Queen simply rolled her eyes. It wasn’t the worst rumor she had heard about them. King Jefferson revealed once why so many merchant ships did massive detours to avoid sailing anywhere near Themaschyra. It still made her blood boil, but Phillipus had advised to let it be. Why, it was good to be feared by troublesome folk. 

At any rate, Martha’s point was crystal clear. 

“We should adopt Zala.” Diana spoke up, startling the guests. “The kingdoms of men exchange people to forge alliances. A woman to marry a man. We don’t do that. But…hum…” The warrior facade broke, and Diana was suddenly all child as she looked at her mother eagerly, a big smile brightening her face. “We can adopt Zala. We will know the Els, and the Els will get to know us! She can be my sparring partner!” 

Lara was moved by the innocent proposal. Everyone was always so afraid of them. It took so long to earn trust and love. But here was this child, part of a hardened distrustful breed, just wanting to take one of them in as a playmate. No fear, no anger…To little Diana, the Els were no more and no less, than an Amazon…

Diana was staring at her. Lara smiled gently.

“We would most certainly be honored to be welcomed into the Island to get to know each other as people. The journey was long but..” She looked up at the Queen, expecting to find the same gentle smile any adult would wear when faced with the unrealistic wishes of an innocent child. But Hippolyta looked dead serious as she stared right back at her. Lara’s smile dropped, eyes widening in shock. “...!”

[bloomingdayswithyou]

Hear me out- hear me out here-

Easily flustered reader tries to ask out Lev Haiba (and fails miserably, reader literally walked up to him and then gave up) so reader just slides a note to him and refuses to acknowledge said note the entire time because they’re afraid of rejection

Guys am I the only one that is gay for Lev

Clumsy Confession

Pairing: Lev Haiba x gn!reader

Words: 590

Warnings: none!

A/N: hi!! I'm really sorry for not appearing these past few months while having my requests opened! I will try to write everything you've requested as soon as possible🥹

In the bustling halls of Fukurōdani Academy, where the sound of bouncing volleyballs echoed like a symphony, there was a figure that stood out among the crowd. Lev Haiba, with his towering height and striking presence, commanded attention wherever he went. And today, he found himself the unwitting target of a shy, easily flustered admirer.

Y/n, filled with a whirlwind of emotions, had harbored a secret crush on Lev for what felt like an eternity. They were not one for bold gestures or confident confessions, instead opting to admire him from afar, stealing glances whenever they could muster the courage.

But today was different. Today, fueled by a sudden surge of determination, y/n decided it was time to finally act on their feelings. With shaky hands and a racing heart, they approached Lev as he stood near the gymnasium doors, a small group of teammates surrounding him.

"Hey, Lev," y/n managed to squeak out, their voice barely audible above the chatter of the hallway.

Lev turned towards them, his golden eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Oh, hey there! What's up?"

Y/n felt a blush creep onto their cheeks, their nerves threatening to overwhelm them. But they pushed through, determined to see this through to the end.

"I, um, I was wondering if, uh…" They stumbled over their words, unable to form a coherent sentence in the presence of the object of their affection.

Lev tilted his head, a puzzled expression crossing his face. "Is something wrong?"

y/n's heart pounded in their chest, their palms growing clammy with anxiety. They couldn't do it. They couldn't bring themselves to confess their feelings to him face to face.

Without another word, they turned on their heel and fled, leaving Lev standing there with a bemused expression.

Confusion clouded Lev's features as he watched y/n’s retreating figure. He couldn't understand what had just happened, but one thing was for certain – they had left something behind.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Lev bent down and picked up the small slip of paper that had fallen to the ground. It was a note, hastily scrawled handwriting barely legible.

For a moment, Lev hesitated, unsure if he should read it. But curiosity won out, and he unfolded the note, his eyes scanning the words written upon it.

"Dear Lev," it read, "I've admired you from afar for so long, but I've never been able to find the courage to tell you how I feel. I know this is probably weird, but I just wanted you to know that someone out there thinks you're amazing. Even if you never feel the same way about me, I'll still be cheering you on from the sidelines."

A warmth spread through Lev's chest as he read the heartfelt words. He couldn't help but smile, touched by the sincerity of the confession.

With a newfound determination, Lev tucked the note into his pocket, vowing to find the mysterious admirer and thank them properly.

Meanwhile, y/n lurked in the shadows, their cheeks burning with embarrassment. They had done it – they had finally confessed their feelings to Lev, albeit in the most awkward way possible.

But as they watched him read the note with a smile on his face, a sense of relief washed over them. Maybe, just maybe, their clumsy confession hadn't been such a failure after all.

And as Lev looked up from the note, his eyes met theirs across the crowded hallway, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Maybe there was hope for them yet.

.

.

.

[soplapinga]

WAIT TWEEK WAS RANKED HIGHER THAN CRAIG IN THE CUTEST TO UGLIEST BOY LIST ????? HE WAS THE 8TH OUT OF 16 BOYS AND CRAIG WAS RANKED 12 ???????? WHAT THE FUCK THE WAY YALL ALWAYS TALK ABOUT IT I WAS FULLY CONVINCED CRAIG WAS LIKE AT THE VERY LEAST THE 5TH AND TWEEK WAS LIKE 2ND LAST OR SOMETHING

[bondilluns]

using tumblr on my uni's computer cuase im so boreeed

[random-rabid-creature]

Guys i finally got myself to start writing my fanfic

Question: if i put an oc of mine would ya'll still read it? Is just that really wanna do smt with her :(

[unhollowkid]

I drew the gay turtle and the rabbit :3

Bonus. FANFIC :D : https://www.wattpad.com/1437902648-leosagi-fanfinc-alone-in-se%C3%B1or-hueso%27s-restaurant

Have a nice day!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[halseyhatter]

WHERE ARE THE FANFINC/SCENARIOS/HEADCANONs , by Exlusive Tutorial, where are you my writers ?????????

girls help me! I need it

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[loosingmoreletters]

I look for fanfincs where Lan Zhan overprotects Lan Sizhui. Lan Zhan is so overprotective that he never lets him go out of Cloud Recesses alone. Please.

Haven't quite read a fic like that, and AO3 is down so I can't rec you anything, but I guess I can write something!

Sizhui is not the strongest cultivator in his age group, but he is the most skilled. How could he not be when he has hours upon hours every day, every week, every month to study the scores of his ancestors? He played his first songs, toddler’s impressions of music, on an instrument so powerful it refused to let most people touch it. Lan Sizhui is the perfect image of a good and dutiful Lan disciple, always listening to his elders, following orders, reassuring his father that he is fine, drinking a whole pot of tea when he just coughs in Lan Wangji’s vicinity—

Lan Sizhui is perfect in everything he does and because he is perfectly obedient, he stays within the boundaries of the Cloud Recesses when his father isn’t there.

Sizhui was always the smallest of his agemates, though recently, he’s been catching up to them and growing at a pace that has the tailors sigh. But still, he is not allowed to leave. He’s always understood it when he was younger, weaker, recovering from the sickness that robbed his earliest childhood memories. He understood it when he bid Jingyi goodbye for his first nighthunt still, but now he’s…

Well, he’s almost all grown up, at least that’s what it feels like, and never attended a single nighthunt that wasn’t headed by Lan Wangji.

He occupies himself with composing, with talismans, reading through every row in the library and challenging the seniors in mock battles.

It should be enough, but it isn’t.

Lan Sizhui considers himself an ungrateful child and student, loathing a situation that arose from care. When his father returns from his nighthunts, Lan Sizhui drags him right out again, down to Caiyi, to cities further away, as far as Lan Wangji’s responsibilities to his sect will allow Lan Sizhui to monopolize the time he’s supposed to spend at home.

And Lan Sizhui has always done so well, never broken a single rule, so perhaps showing his father that he will be fine on his own is all it takes.

“Are you sure about this?” Lan Jingyi asks, unusually worried. It’s an odd reversal of their dynamic. Usually, it’s Lan Sizhui asking his friend whether he is confident he wants to follow through on an action.

“I’m sure,” Lan Sizhui replies and looks down at the letter he… borrowed from Lan Xichen’s desk.

The nighthunt is close enough that nobody will notice Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi traveling to Mo village for what sounds like an easy calming of a restless spirit. They’ll return with a job well done before Lan Wangji is back from his own nighthunt and nothing will go wrong.

Lan Sizhui has a good feeling about this.

[uniquetravelerone]

Guys l don't know if it on wattpad or tumbler but there is fanfinc of hybrid ot7 x reader

So namjoon is lion a V is tigar but like people don't treat him well so he is lil uh

I can't remember the name

I remember y/n has smol home but she have 7 hybrid and maybe suga was panther

So he and rm are mean to y/n

If someone knows pls link it or just tell me

[liannelara-dracula]

Do you have diabolik lovers fanfinc/imagines on Wattapad or Spirit?

Hi Love,

Unfornetly, the only stories I have on Wattpad are the same ones I have on Quotev. And then I write on here, of course.

-Liannelara

[humanaaa]

Nestes últimos tempos, eu e a @forgott3n-l4mb estivemos trabalhando na tradução da fanfinc Breaking Dawn por @anonymous-dentist! Nós acabamos de publicar o primeiro capítulo da tradução!

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: QSMP | Quackity SMP Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rafael Lange | Cellbit/Roier, Rafael Lange | Cellbit & Francisco Miguel | ForeverPlayer, Rafael Lange | Cellbit & Richarlyson (QSMP), Rafael Lange | Cellbit & Darryl Noveschosch | BadBoyHalo, Jaiden Animations & Roier Characters: Rafael Lange | Cellbit, Roier (Video Blogging RPF), Richarlyson (QSMP), Francisco Miguel | ForeverPlayer, Darryl Noveschosch | BadBoyHalo, Jaiden Animations, Bobby (QSMP) Additional Tags: Universo Alternativo - Elementos Sobrenaturais, Universo Alternativo - Moderno com Magia, Lobisomens, Violência Típica do Canon, Gore leve, flertes, Fluff romántico, Comédia Romantica, Mãos Dadas, Apelidos Carinhosos, angst leve, Outras Tags Adicionais Serão Adicionadas, Horror, tradução, Dividindo Roupas, Dividindo a Cama Summary:

Cellbit é um caçador de monstros.

Isso quer dizer: ele é um teórico da conspiração tentando provar a existência do sobrenatural. Seu projeto atual é o seguinte: lobisomens. Lobisomens estão na floresta, e ninguém se importa exceto ele... e exceto um cara que ele conheceu no seu clube do livro uma semana.

Acontece que esse tal de Roier sabe muito sobre o sobrenatural, também. Ele diz que é um especialista em lobisomens, e quem é Cellbit para olhar os dentes do lobo dado?

Ou: Uma comédia romântica de lobisomens anti-Crepúsculo estrelando um ex-presidiário e um cara que definitivamente não é um furry.

(Tradução de Breaking Dawn. Veja o blog da criadora original da fanfic aqui! Se você gostou dessa obra, aqui tem outras fanfics escritas por ela.

Esta é apenas uma tradução, nós não temos nenhum crédito relacionado a criação da história!)

[florawsworld]

Pent up love

Summary: In this story Mary is still alive. You are madly in love with John but you can't say anything because he is married. You've been hunting together for years and you always hold your feelings in but now you can't take it anymore.

Characters: john winchester x reader

Note: this is my first fanfinc so please be nice and i at a song because i think it Fits the story.

You and John just came home from a hunt, tired and hungry. You stepped into John's house, took off your coat and hung it on the coat rack. John asked you to stay for dinner. Marry wasn't home she was out shopping for dinner . You entered the living room and you blurted it out

'' im in love with you'' You remained confident as you waited for his response. John looked shocked at you '' your in love with me?;I am You look confident and crossed your arms john looks at you with a warm smile and chuckles thought you made a joke "y/n you know im married right?"

"I know and this is not one of are little pranks we something pull each other". John looks at the floor for a moment "y/n your verry important to me you're my best friend and i care about you verry mush but my heart belongs to marry.

The words hurt you but that didn't stop you. You step closer to him. John start to feel his heart rishing in his chest as you came closer to him. You put your hand on his arm and smirks at him. John sees your intent in your eyes as you put your hand on his arm.john feels your breath on his neck as you get even closer. You whisper in his ear "I want you" John heart start pounding faster in his chest by hearing what you said. You move your hand to his chest "please say something john"john takes a deep breath"y/n i cant i shouldnt"john says as you lower your face to his neck and kisses his neck.

John freezes ,his body starting to shake as you kisses his neck. "do you like this " John doesnt respond to your question, you become worried and take your lips off his neck. He looks at you his eyes meeting yours"I shouldnt " you look at him and put your hand on his face"what are you afraid of" John takes a deep breath"just think about what your doing. Y/n im married this cant happen".

" i dont care "you kiss his neck again. John puts his arms around you his breathing getting more intense as he feels your lips on his neck. You look up at him " are you liking this" John nods as you keep kissing his neck. You move your lips to his mouth and press your lips to his. You kiss him slowly bringing his puffy bottom lip between yours and sucking it gently. He closes his eyes and deepening the kiss. You wrap your arms around his shoulders.both of your mouth part before your tongues explore each others's mouths.

You pull back and stare into his hazel eyes."i would do anything to get you all to myself. You move your hands to his and takes off his weddingring . John feels his wedding ring comming off his finger"y/n what are you doing. "You dont need this"you answer him.

Then someone opesn the front door. Its marry who came back from Shopping for dinner"John sadly takes the ring from you and puts it back on as marry walks into the living room And put the bags with groceries on the table.

" hey guys how did the hunt go" she ask them. Good it was though but we did it" you answer marry. John sighs and started to feel guilty towards Mary and decided to tell her right away" marry i need to tell you something y/n and i we kissed just before you walked in. Mary looks between two of you and is shocked.You were embarrassed and walked out of the house to your truck.

John follws you outside" y/n please wait. You were almost to your truck and then faced him " i want you to know that,that kiss meant something to me and i really love you. John sighs you cant love me im married. You state into his hazel eyes " i dont care". John looks at you a worried look on his face " do you want me to leave mary?

"Yes,i want you and  know it sounds selfish" you hug him." But i love you,i want you.john closes his eyes and hugs you back.

[just-a-bit-of-a-nerd]

HC’s for being Diego’s daughter (backstory for baby umbrella)

AN: Hello everyone as you can see I am not dead. Sorry I left for like ever but I am here and ready to start a new story. This is a backstory for my new series baby umbrella and you as Diego’s daughter. Just a little side note is that I’ll be writing the reader as half black with afoey curly hair just because one, I’m half black, and two there are very few stories in fanfincs with a charter black or half black charter unless it’s apart of the show or book or whatever. Ovi it doesn’t matter if you fit this description or not you can still enjoy!

Your dad got a woman prego during a one night stand and once she explained that she didn’t want kids Diego was more than happy to take you in, after a DNA test of course.

You lived with him your whole life and on nights when he had ‘work’ to do he left you with Klaus.

Yes Klaus knew who you were, after Diego took you in he ovi needed help so he agreed to give Klaus a drive anywhere as long as he kept you alive. 

Now he wasn’t thrilled with leaving you with Klaus alone so if he could he’d get Patch to watch you

And the only reason Klaus was the one to watch you was process of elimination, Luther was in space, Allison was famous and already had a life and he didn’t wanna intrude, Five and Ben were out of the picture, and there was no way in hell that he was gonna leave you with his backstabbing sister. Or that’s what he called her.

So Klaus was the final candidate.

You instantly loved Klaus, him becoming your ‘funcle’.

You were 10 when your grandfather that you never met died so Diego took you to his funeral witch lead you to meet your other uncles and aunts.

Then you uncle Five came out of a black hole and he looked about as old as you.

And then you tried to save the world.

And you failed.

And Patch died. 

That one really hurt.

But you ended up in 1963 conveniently with your uncle Five.

Then you saw your family die...that was fun

Then you saw some random dude that your dad tried to kill die.

You were having the time of your life.

After you got there you really only stayed with Five tracking down your family.

Then after your time in the 60s you got back home. 

Kinda

You met the sparrow academy

They sucked.

Then you found out there was a kugelblitz that was killing people

And everyone tried to stop it and save the world

Then you died?

Or the kugelblitz thing ate you

But then you live??

You came back with your uncle Luther who also died in the mist of things and meet your family in a park thing.

Then you all moved into the umbrella academy. 

But you have no clue where the Sparrows are and you frankly don’t care.

Oh and you have powers now (pretend everyone still has there powers)

You can move things with your mind. 

It’s great to play tricks on people

So now your 13!

And you live with your whole family in a huge house

And you all have poweres

What could go wrong?

Okay guys I hope your excited! This whole thing is just gonna be what is it like being Diego’s daughter. And Lila isn’t a thing (sorry)

If you have any scenario or request you’d like me to do with the story pls share. 

Until then I’ll see you for chapter one:) 

[ninou-violette]

_______ Devotion ✮꒱ ˎˊ˗

John "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader

My first fanfinc! English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes I may make. I haven’t played much COD and I don't know much about the military and special forces but I'm researching as much as I can. Don't forget that this is a fiction ;)

I'm currently writing this fanfic so I can't put all the tags here but I'm putting the ones that will follow the general plot of my story.

If there is anything to mention in particular, I would put tags at the beginning of the chapter.

I hope you enjoy the reading. Don't hesitate to comment!

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[y/ln] : your last name

[y/ec] : your eyes color

[y/hc] : your hair color

[y/hld] : your homeland

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Devotion (1)

Devotion (2)

Devotion (3)

Devotion (4)

Devotion (5)

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Devotion (7)

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Devotion (10)

Devotion (11)

✎﹏﹏﹏ 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, 𝒱𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒 ❧❀