#a lil birdie wants attention

[orcelito]

chapter 2 of In the Next Life is posted

i need 2 fuckin sleep

#speculation nation #itnl shit #mmm editing is harder when ur sleepy #but i need to focus on my program starting tomorrow. so i wanted to have this out tonight #a lil birdie wants attention #it got longer in my editing tho. by like 300 words. went from 1.6k to 1.9k. not a bad thing probably #the next chapter is probably gonna be genuinely longer. i have several plans for that which i wanna accomplish #more of a uh. time skip kinda thing. 1 was the setup and 2 was the reflection #3 is where he starts doing things. and ya it's gonna hurt lol #nyways im gonna sleep now. goodnighties

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Hi! I know you just wrote a cockwarming fic with Alastor, but I was just wondering if you would be able to do one with Lucifer? I’m drooling just thinking about it. Thank you!

absolutely i don’t mind doing the same shtick but with other characters! i took a similar approach kinkwise but obviously it’s still different, hope you enjoy <3

warnings: cockwarming, lucifer is kinda a sub but not entirely, exhibitionism, not caught this time, creampie, gn reader i think in terms of body, lucifer calls you birdy, kinky reader and kinky luci, also not proofread, swearing and some dirty talk lmk if i missed any!!

word count: 1.4K

You sat on Lucifers lap, toying with his hair that peeked out of his hat. Lucifer insisted he had company to one of his all important long of hell meetings, however things went left when Mammon urged the king to come to one of his performances, that was definitely for the kings benefit and not just so Mammon could leech off his fame. So there you two sat, up in your own custom web which Lucifer was very much against but Mammon was pushy persuasive. So far things had been a bore, you sat on Lucifers lap paying more attention to the intricacies on his suit rather than the clowns on stage. Lucifer also seemed pretty bored, huffing and puffing occasionally, while muttering into your ear about how this was a scam or how he’d done this act a thousand times, needless to say you both be better off back at his home.

Eyeing up his bored face you casually traced your fingers along his jaw. “Hey Luce,” You whispered to him softly, his eyes casting down to you. “Wanna have a lil fun?” You grinned cheekily wiggling your hips against his, immediately he sucked in a breath, eyes closing. Lucifer wasn’t really good at hiding the need he had for you, often he would crumble under your hands, rarely he decided to be big and domineering, he much preferred when you had the power over him. Felt nice giving up power to someone after all the rest of his eternal life in hell there was no other choice but to stay in power.

“Whatever you want, birdy.” He cooed, eyes casted toward the stage acting as though he was indifferent to you. You unzipped the zipper on his white slacks, and reached your hand inside to palm his soft member. He wasn’t really insecure about being soft around you he was quite prideful in his body no matter the state, occasionally he’d feel not good enough but that typically had nothing to do with his looks, which you admit to being quite jealous of. You palmed him through his briefs, head rested on his shoulder you were annoyed at how the collar of his coat got in the way of his neck, prohibiting you from leaving pretty bruise marks on him. The king twitched, and coughed out fakely to cover the groans he wanted to make, he couldn’t help how sensitive he was when it came to you, it was like you had this spell on him.

Wiggling yourself closer to him you whispered to him, lips dragging sinfully across his ear. “What if somebody sees you like this Luci?” You purr mockingly, you knew he probably wouldn’t give a fuck, he’s been through too much as a king and a fallen angel to care about such things, nonetheless, hearing your scrutinizing tone furthered his arousal. He wasn’t, however, proud of the noise he made when your hand came up to tug at his hair at the base of his neck. “Ohhh golly,” Lucifer groaned beginning in a moan, he quickly fixed his mouth to act as though he was reacting to the show. “You want them to see us, don’t you?” You urged, feeling him grown and stiffen beneath you, it made your thighs clench with need, and suddenly you were onto more devious ideas. Lifting your garments, you pulled your underwear to the side as discreetly as you could. Lucifers eyes fixed on you, brown raised in confusion. “Cmon, let’s relax hm?” You asked, pulling his semi from the restraints of his briefs, pecking his lips as you did so. His eyes closed immediately, mouth chasing your lips as you pulled away, and who were you to deny such a good boy?

Leaning back in you hummed into him, his lips warm and soft, you could feel his lashes flutter against your face as your faces tilted, allowing eachother better access. You sneakily slipped onto him, wincing at the pain that you felt, however Lucifers arms came around to your thighs, helping you slow your pace. You felt every inch of him against your walls, it was hard to not whimper at the feeling of him slotted in you.

As your tongues sloppily danced together, the clown music played in the background, Glitz and Glam came up to perform, and the crowd cheered on. Beside your web was the greed king himself Mammon, who was too observed in the show to notice the fact you and Lucifer were swallowing each other whole. While the two of you sloppily kissed, saliva smearing across each others lips, your body naturally relaxed into his effectively sinking yourself down and bottoming out on his full erect cock.

Sighing against him in revelled in the feeling of him fully inside you, while also enjoying the way he trembled beneath you, not feeling the need to hide any of his desire from you. You pulled away abruptly leaving Lucifer whining, and starry eyed. Jerking up into you Lucifer smiled smuggly at the way you gasped, air entirely escaping your lungs. “How mean Luci,” You chide playfully lovelingly cupping his cheek. Leaning into your warmth the devil melted against your touch practically purring at you. “What can i say birdy, i’m eager to hear you. My favourite sound.” You could tell by the dreamy way he spoke he was already fucked out, and you’ve not even fucked yet.

Pecking his cheek you swatted his chest when he tried once again to grind into you. “No moving, whoever cums first has to call and talk on the phone while the other fucks em silly.” You grin wildly gripping his shoulders, you loved a good frisky game of fun, especially with Lucifer, you found it easy to participate in these types of games. Groaning lowly the devil rolled his neck, hands wrapping around your waist tightly. “Alright, but i'm totally gonna win.” Lucifer stated confidently, his red eyes flipping between you and the show. Glitz and Glam gone, there was some unnamed clown you’d never seen now entertaining the crowd, they seemed to like him.

You wiggled your hips subtly, trying to turn your body around a bit more toward the stage. Part of you wanted the distraction, part of you wanted to tease, either way it was purposeful. “Ohhohoo- you are- really playing dirty,” The king stressed, his tone jumping around anxiously as his claws tug into your thighs, undoubtedly drawing some blood. You hummed out an ‘mhm’ swirling hips round in a manner that could appear as innocent shifting to the outside eye looked casual. Lucifer moaned, curling into the back of your shoulder to bite down. You could feel him twitching almost like a throb, you weren’t helping with your involuntary contractions around his cock. “Alright sweetie calm down!” The king urged his voice breathy and panicked as he tried to stall your movements by clenching his arms around you. Unfortunately all that did was drag you nearer, feeling the entire length of him inside you grazing the delicate areas that made you tick.

You choked on your spit surprised by the abrupt sensation, your back arching away from him as you attempted to gain a little friction. “Lucifer please don’t,” You whined clutching his forarms that were flexed tightly around your torso. You could feel him nuzzling into your back, his heart beating wildly in his chest, then suddenly without any word, he was cumming. He moaned into your shoulder blades, bucking what he could up into you, rocking both your bodies, anything to get you to milk him. He continued to wiggle around recklessly, you clenched and whimpered at the feeling of him filling you, he always had so much in him. Finally after a moment his movement ceased, and like the devil he is, he snaked his hands around to play with you. You moaned as he whispered dirty things in your ear, “Who’s all needy now huh?,” “Cmon i need you raining off this web before we go,” things like that as he brought you to your orgasm.

You saw stars as you came, his dick still snuggly inside you as you clenched and came undone around him, head thrown back in bliss. After a moment of catching your breath you peered around, humility coming back into you, you spun around speedily, burying your face in Lucifers neck, who looked just as fucked out as you were. “Guess we gotta do this again over the phone?” Lucifer asked breathlessly, you huffed out a laugh at that. “Yep, loser.” You teased already thinking up all the naughty things you could put him through while he’s on call.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oneshots #hazbin hotel smut #lucifer magne x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar x you #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x you #hazbin lucifer #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader smut #lucifer morningstar smut #lucifer smut

[visionofhope04]

Hiii I was wondering if you could do Batfam x sister reader being Damian’s twin and rather than persuing the same thing as their dad and being a vigilante she becomes a famous singer (ya know famous name and good music) and she releases and album (maybe emails I can’t send idk something) and like family being there for her first sold out concert and yeah just supportive of her carrere

Angst is my thing but I’ll do my best to make this as fluffy as possible. Not beta read, sorry if there are any mistakes, feel free to let me know. Hope you like it!

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“Father?”

“Yes?” Bruce was concerned. You kept shifting your weight and fiddling with your fingers. He’s never seen you this nervous before. He tensed, preparing for the worst.

“Iwanttobeasinger.” You blurted, looking anywhere you could that wasn’t his face.

Bruce blinked. “Can you say that a bit slower please sweetheart?”

You took a steadying deep breath. “I want to be a singer.” You said significantly slower.

Bruce let out a deep breath and let his body sag. He’d never been religious but in that moment he thanked whatever was up there for helping him.

You looked at him, confused.

“I thought you were gonna ask to be a vigilante.”

Your face contorted in alarm. “Me? A vigilante? Never.”

He chuckled and then brought attention back to what you said. “So you want to be a singer? How do you plan on doing this?”

“Y-you don’t care?” You questioned in shock.

“Why would I care? You’re my daughter and I will always love and support you. I’m glad you found something you really enjoy and intend to make a career out of it. Finding something you enjoy doing is hard, being able to make a career out of it is harder. If it makes you happy then I’ll gladly help you with it if you need it.”

“Even though it’s a bad career?”

“Some people in it may be bad but it doesn’t make the career bad. Music is all about self expression and is a great outlet for emotions. It brings people together and makes them realize they’re not alone. I think you’ll be an amazing singer.”

You began to tear up but do your best to hold it back, “Thank you father.”

—-

“I want to be a singer.”

Immediately, everyone stopped talking and looked at you. You did your best to not shrink under the sudden attention. Usually, you never spoke at the dinner table, content to just listen.

“That sounds like a great idea Birdy!” Dick said.

“Lil sis’ gonna be the talk of the town.” Jason smirked at you.

“That’s great! I can’t wait to hear it! Tim exclaimed.

Damian’s reaction is the one you feared the most. He’d always disliked you leaving behind the life of fighting for a mundane one.

“I think that is a respectable profession.”

At your brothers’ approval, you broke out into a wide grin. Bruce was smiling openly at you all and wondered how he got so lucky to have such an amazing, supportive family.

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You were backstage, makeup done, earpiece linked, and microphone ready to go. You were really nervous. This was going to be your first-ever live performance since you released your first album. It was such a hit, it became the number 1 album on the charts a few hours after release, with over 30 million streams. You were stuck in your thoughts when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned to look at the person, it was your father.

"Don't be nervous, you're going to do great. I'm so proud of you. You're so talented and amazing. They're going to love you out there."

"Thanks dad." You smiled. His words warmed your heart. No one ever told you they were proud of you before. Despite what he said, you still felt a little nervous.

After waiting a bit more, it was time for you to get on stage. You heard cheering in the crowd as you emerged from the darkness. Now in the spotlight, your nerves came back tenfold. The bright lights blinded you, but you could still see the silhouettes of everyone who came to see you tonight. There were way more people here than you expected. You stepped up to the mic and adjusted it.

"Hello," The crowd's cheering picked up. You smiled and waited for it to quiet down before continuing. "thank you all for coming. I appreciate every single one of you. You made it possible for me to be standing here right now and I am so grateful. Enjoy the show!" The crowd's cheering picked up yet again as your first song came on.

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You were so tired but so, so happy. The concert was a major success and nothing went wrong. You had so much fun getting to know your audience and calling people up on stage. You got backstage and your whole family was there.

"You did amazing!!"

"You're my new favorite singer."

"She's been my favorite singer, keep up."

"Your voice is unmatched, my dear girl."

"I knew you could do it."

"You were adequate, don't let the praise get to your head."

Your face hurt from grinning, and you could help but feel elated. Your family's support meant the world to you, and you were so grateful for it.

#batfam x reader #batfamily x reader #batfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #batfam #batfamily x batsis #batfamily x reader imagine #batfamily x batsis imagine #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #dick grayson x sister #dick grayson x sister!reader #jason todd x sister!reader #tim drake x batsis!reader #tim drake #damian wayne x sister!reader #damian wayne #damian wayne x batsis #batfam x batsib

[extrajigs]

Little Mirum birdies! Want to do more in depth species pages so I’m starting with these fun guys.

1. Size chart, adult males and females are about the same size, about three feet tall at the top of their head.

2. Adult male, they’ve got shaggy furlike feathers that drape down over their elbows. Males specifically have a long fanning tail feathers and inflatable air sacks in their neck. All of these are for display, which goes in detail in section 6. Cofelle’s have a standard build of Mirum’s birds(group name still pending), but with a stockier build and a thick beak. 

3. Baby. These guys come out the egg as lil white puffballs. They can run around and feed themselves from day one, but follow their mother while still small. Their down is off beige and speckled, but they have one long tail feather tipped in red. 

4. The food! Their environment is full of grasses and low growing plants. They prefer eating the grain and seeds of said grasses, but will also indulge in younger, soft grasses and moss. 

5. Adult female and her bouncing babies. They tend to follow behind in a straight line, just following the tail of the one in front of them. Thus they can get trapped in a spiral, which mom has to resolve.  

6. Male displaying for a female. Display involves jumping up and down vigorously and making deep calls to get the ladies attention. This guy is struggling.  

7. These guys live in the misty hills around Mirum’s main mountain range. It doesn’t flood here during the year and doesn’t suffer from harsh droughts. Leading to a grassy almost marsh for most of the year. 

8. Eggs. They don’t have too complex nests, instead digging a shallow hole and popping the eggs in there. So they’re green to help with camouflaging when moms away to eat, otherwise they are safe underneath her.  

#mirum #fantasy #worldbuilding #speculative biology #spec bio #speculative evolution #art #bird! #no true north

[abysscronica]

Halo!

Reactions to the babies walking for the first time? Also how did the girls (the ones in Kid’s crew) act around the babies?

Both questions are for Kuzan and the twins :)

Thnx so much!! 😃

Yooo! Months later, but here we are.

Reactions to Law, Doruya and Kuzan walking for the first time (Kid x birdie children) + Kid Pirates girls around the babies

Lil context before: between the twins, Doruya was the first to start walking, Law followed suit the same day because he didn't want to be left behind. Kuzan started walking on an average time for toddlers.

Kid & birdie

They were so excited and proud when the twins started walking. They were fawning so much over Doruya that Law strived to equal her until he managed. Kid especially was gushing all over his daughter and she reveled in his praise. Birdie didn't forget about Law and encouraged him during his efforts, eventually celebrating him the same way. Kid displayed his pride for Law more sternly but it didn't mean he was less excited about it. For Kuzan, they were more matured and prepared. Birdie called Kid frantically when the toddler started, and he hurried over so they could be there as Kuzan wobbled around the room. They even sat and encouraged him to walk from one to the other. The child enjoyed it thoroughly.

Killer

Killer was the attentive one, his careful eyes watching them making sure they wouldn't waver too much or fall. He was fast to catch them before they would. He didn't display much emotion but he was gushing inside. Later that day, Doruya asked him if he was proud of her and Killer couldn't avoid picking her up and telling her he was the proudest in his softest voice. Afterwards he went and did the same for Law, even though he didn't ask. Years ahead, he did it for Kuzan immediately.

Heat and Booka

Heat is always a proud uncle. He walked very slowly with the twins, holding each one's hand to his sides to help them familiarize with the action. Booka secretly wanted to do the same but he kept up his brute man façade. Years later, he said "screw it" and did it for Kuzan. Heat was quietly jealous.

Wire & rest of the crew

Clapped, complimented the children, cheered at them. The toddlers clapped along.

Girls around the babies

Quincy, Hop and House are the ones that more often helped the parents out and acted like baby sitters if needed/requested, after Heat and Amina (Heat's woman). They were motherly or practical enough to do a good job and not minding it.

Dive is the most childish, so she was often playing with the babies and spurring them on for new adventures. The children adored her without exception, and Kid and birdie trusted her enough to let them with Dive in their adventures around the island.

Emma was neutral toward them, mostly just working on her trinkets while in the same room. Doruya just ignored her, while Law and, later, Kuzan often hovered around asking questions on whatever she was doing. She always replied very concisely and specifically (without making efforts to adapt the explanation to their age). Kuzan never understood anything, but Law often asked follow-up questions.

Hip always acted indifferent, not being the motherly-type, but she also brought gifts for them with a "humpf that's nothing" attitude - although she'd be one of the firsts to turn fierce in case anything was threatening the babies. Doruya always liked her a lot.

#eustass kid x birdie #eustass kid x reader #captive emperors #kid pirates fanfiction #kid pirates headcanons #dad eustass kid

[pinkpinkstarlet]

so a lil blurb for that ohara!frozen au i was thinking of

@ace-and-sleepdeprived @darksidescorner @hoe-bie @spidey-bie @i-put-the-wit-in-dimwit @skullghoulz @sp1derw1re @spiderxpawz @thecrowandtherose @the-cat-and-the-birdie @gltzpzy @desb3ar @fancylala4

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Miguel raised his eyebrow, trying to understand what Gabriel and Dana were asking of him. "Um, wait I'm sorry I'm confused, could you repeat that?"

Gabriel smiled even more as he started rambling excitedly, Dana holding onto his arm. "Well, we haven't worked out the kinks of it ourselves and we'd need a couple of days to plan the ceremony and of course, there's gonna be empanadas and ice cream and wait-" he stopped for a moment and looked to Dana with the same giddy smile. "Are we gonna live here?"

Miguel's eyes slightly widened as alarm bells rang in his mind frantically. "Here?"

Dana giggled and squealed, Miguel cringing at how annoying her voice sounded. She shared the same tone of excitement, but for some reason, it didn't feel genuine. "Absolutely!"

Miguel tried to interject desperately, failing to do so. "Gabriel I-"

"Oh and we can invite your whole family to stay and of course we'll have enough space for them and-"

"Gabriel stop, slow down," Miguel said, stopping Gabriel's rambling before he could finish. "No one's family is staying here, and no one is getting married."

Gabriel's smile disappeared. "What?"

"Can I speak to you?" Miguel asked. "Alone?"

Gabriel pursed his lips. "No. You can say whatever you want to the both of us."

Miguel sighed, rubbing his temples before speaking. "Fine. You can't marry a woman you just met."

"You can if it's true love."

Miguel scoffed, almost laughing because of the naïve response his brother gave him. "Really? And what do you know about so-called true love?"

Gabriel furrowed his brow in slight frustration. "More than you. All you know how to do is shut people out."

Miguel's expression changed from condescending to mildly shocked. He was able to keep his composure for that moment. "You asked for my blessing, but my answer is no."

Then, that annoying little brat Dana had to chime in. "Your Highness if you could just-"

"No I don't think I will and I think you should leave. The party's over. Guards, close the gates."

Gabriel's eyes widened in disbelief. He was not going to lose his one chance of finally being with someone who loved him after being cut off from everything else in his life, especially his family. He shook his head and pursued Miguel, grabbing his hand. It took off the glove on it instead, leading to his older brother quickly trying to retrieve it.

"What the- Gabriel give me my glove!" "No Miguel!" Gabriel's loud yell caught the attention of multiple partygoers. His eyes looked like they were about to let out tears, glossy and watery. "Please, I can't live like this anymore."

Miguel felt guilt fill him, looking down. He knew how much this isolation had hurt both of them, but the pain in Gabriel's voice broke his heart. But this is for his own good, Miguel rationalized, looking back up. His facial expression became stern.

"Then leave."

He turned around, hugging himself protectively as Gabriel protested back at him. His voice was filled with resentment, something Miguel had never seen from his brother. "What did ever do to you?!"

"Enough Gabriel."

But he persisted, not showing any signs of backing down. "No why, why did you shut me out? Why did you shut the world out?"

"What are you so afraid of?!"

"I said ENOUGH!"

Miguel turned around and waved his arm out to the crowd, causing a large fence of thick, jagged ice to form on the floor. He gasped in horror when he saw the scene, looking up at Gabriel and the crowd to only see their shocked, horrified faces.

What have I done?

#atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #spiderman atsv #atsv miguel #miguel ohara #miguel o hara #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel atsv #miguel o’hara across the spider verse #spiderman across the verse #across the spiderverse #miguel ohara fanfiction #frozen au #gabriel o'hara #drabble #au idea #alternate universe #disney au #satsv #spatsv #atsv fanfiction #spiderverse au #atsv au #spiderverse fanfic #spider verse #dana d'angelo

[bwoahtastic]

Tonio has the patience of a saint! Tonio teaches pre-K and has Teddy Alex trying to stroke his ears, Mousy Nicky is nervous, kitty Max is pouncing cause he had too much sugar this morning and birdie Logan is trying to leap off the table to fly! Let alone the others too!

His classes are small but chaotic but he does so well with them!

Tonio in his pretty flowy pants and flowery dresses just being a freaking Saint! Luckily the school is smart enough to keep the little ones in small classes so they get more attention from the teacher. I could definitely see it beibg a private school tbh cos ofc Toto would make sure his babies get the best only!

Tonio alwsys let's the pups explore in their own ways, let's teddy Alex stroke teacher tonio's soft cow ears or touch the septum piercing and answers Alex million questions jsks

Mousy nicky being anxious so he wants to hold tonio's hand, while Max has some zoomies which tonio ofc encourages cos Max never used to do that! He only has to be careful with Logie trying to yeet himself off the table to fly with his tiny lil feathers ksks

Maybe he has some more pups like the oldest of Checo's kittens, Val's little Zhou with his changing hair (or maybe even chonqy otter pup Val😭), little raccoon Charles who demands to be brushed a lot!

#asks #stepmom nico

[axylotzzi]

Tender Massage

Reigen x GN!Reader | ~ 1.4K words

This isn’t smut but it still feels like it should be considered nsfw, lmao. 

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Work had managed to be exceptionally stressful this week and left you with no time to spend with your handsome lover. The only reason you made it through was Reigen’s promise of cuddles and binging your favorite shows come your day off. You eagerly open the door to his apartment, wanting nothing more than to slump into his arms and forget all the torment of the past days. 

However, the sight that greeted you once you did was not at all what you expected. Instead of a couch covered in a sea of pillows and blankets, you are instead met with dim candle light and soft music. Confused, you ask him just what exactly he’s up to. A breathtaking smile adorns his face as he takes your hand and kisses it, following it with a kiss to your cheek.

“Little birdie told me my love was in dire need of some relaxation, so I plan on giving them just that.” It's then that he moves, pulling you fully into the apartment and stopping next to a full massage set up—complete with a professional table and caddy full of different oils and lotions. 

You look at him with love filled eyes, “for me?” 

“Of course, all for you my dear.” He kisses your forehead and steps away and towards the caddy where he turns on the defuser that sits next to the salt lamp. “Now, undress and lay face down on the table, I can help you on if you need” there’s no hidden agenda there, no ulterior sexual motive. He speaks, not professionally because his voice is laced with tenderness and love, but it is an honest instruction. You begin to undress and note that he doesn’t even try to peek, instead he busies himself with the settings on the oil warmer before pulling out a warm towel. 

He smiles at you, extending a hand to help you hop on to the table and brushes off your thanks with a soft kiss to your temple. Once settled, he drapes the soft towel over your back and folds it so your torso is exposed. 

You hear the click of a cap opening and jump slightly as the warmness hits your skin. He lets out a breathy laugh before his soft and warm hands spread the oil over you. Your muscles are so tense that the gentle sensation already feels godsent. He moves his slicked hands down your arm before taking your hand in his and rolling it to relax the tendons. He rounds the table and repeats the same actions on the other arm and hand. Once done, he stops in front of you to start the massage proper. From the lil hole your face is pressed into you can only see his legs, and you giggle upon seeing his fuzzy bear slippers. He makes a show of tapping them around just to hear you laugh more before he resumes rubbing his hands down your back. 

He makes broad strokes across the entire expanse of your torso before shortening them to work on more targeted areas. He gently runs his palms on the back of your neck, careful not to get any oil in your hair. He stretches your neck to each side and the relief of pressure is nearly enough to make you black out. He gently digs his thumbs into every vertebrae there till you sigh content. He gives your neck one final smooth over before he moves on, pressing the heels of his palms into your trapezius. He works on both shoulder muscles before giving each side individual attention. He works on the shoulder blade as well and the pain quickly melts into relief. He works this area thoroughly and makes sure there are no knots left behind. 

You’re already feeling like jelly by the time his hands are done pressing and are instead softly soothing the strained muscles. He bends to run his hands up and down the entire expanse of your spine and takes the chance to kiss your head, earning him a groan of appreciation. 

From this position, he begins to work on the knots at your lower back, giving every muscle it’s needed attention. He circles the table so that he can properly work the muscles at the tip of your spine, an action that leaves your legs tingly and numb. Reigen finishes off by once more rubbing his hands across the expanse of your torso. 

His hands gingerly grip the edge of the towel, “would you like me to continue further down?” 

You groan, your mind entirely too relaxed to decide if he means to spice things up or continue onto your hips, and you don’t really mind either way. “Yes, please” you respond low and breathy. 

He kisses your shoulder as he drapes the towel that was at your hips over your back to keep you from getting cold. You hear the cap open again and the warm oil drips over the curves of your butt. His warm palms spread the oil around your cheeks and down to your thighs before moving to dig the heel of one into your glutes while the other presses down on the sides. You feel the pent up tension there melt away as he ensures both sides get adequate attention. 

He takes your leg and rests your foot on his shoulder. In this position, skilled fingers massage the front and back of your thighs simultaneously, truly making you feel like you’re turning into goo. The pleasure of relief continues as he moves down to work your calf. He cups your knee as he moves to flex and extend it. He gently lowers your leg before flexing and extending your ankle and foot. 

You can’t help the moan of mixed pain and pleasure that slips out when he massages the bottom of your foot and his light content chuckles makes heat rise to your cheeks. He repeats the whole process with the other leg and you’re able to stifle the moan a bit better this time around now that you know what to expect. 

Reigen removes the towel from your back and gives your entire body one last pass over. He gives the back of your head a kiss, “okay, that concludes our session.” 

He has a light smile on his face as he helps you sit up. Your hands linger on his and you squeeze them lightly and crane your head up. He looks at you a moment before realizing you’re asking for a kiss. He kisses the side of your mouth but your hands come up to cup his face before he can pull away. You give him a few tender pecks on the lips, “thank you.” 

He laughs and gives you another peck, “you don’t have to thank me, honey, it’s the least I can do.” He squeezes your wrists and kisses your hands as he pulls away. 

You watch as he goes to retrieve a present bag. You feel absolutely spoiled as he hands it to you. “An amazing massage and a present, Ii don't deserve so much.” 

Reigen shakes his head, “you deserve this and much more, love, open it. ”You’re flustered as you open his gift and laugh as you see it’s a pj set that matches his bear one. “So we can match and be cozy when we binge our shows,” he says, sounding like an excited kid. You smile and thank him, pulling him in for a hug. He pats your head and kisses it, “would you like me to help you into it?”

You shake your head, “ I can manage, thank you.” 

He kisses your head again and leaves you to change as he gets to putting his set up away, it all impressively tucks away neatly into a corner. You quickly change, the fuzzy material feels amazing against your thoroughly massaged body. You walk towards Reigen and hug him from behind. 

“Thank you for all this Ara-chan I love you.” you mumble, face pressed into his back.

He pulls your hands up and kisses them, “I love you too, my dear.” He turns in your hold and laces his fingers with yours “now come, we’ve got some anime to catch up on.” 

#reigen x reader #reigen x gn!reader #reigen arataka #mob psycho 100 #mp100

[waterfallofspace]

If you are still doing these (I know you already got two), could you possibly do 💀🔔and 🪶for an MHA character of your choosing? Thank you in advanced ;D

Yes I am! (Sorry I took a little break to sleep haha~)

I picked D/abi, with heavy h/otwings plot. It also gets a lil smutty, so I hope that's alright!! (it just kinda happened~ nothing actually gets described other than kissing/teasing, no actual smut but still~ fair warning!)

It's still a lil 'off the top of my head' drabble~ (drabbles can be 1k right 😭)

💀 No warning, 🔔 Interruption, and 🪶 Deliberate for D/abi. (cw: Swearing, Kink!Hawks, and some Kink~Indulgence)

~~~~~

You’ll pay for this one Birdie. 

If Shigaraki was saying anything worth listening to, neither of them would know it. Instead, Hawks meets Dabi’s glare across the meeting room, flashing a smile in return. The feeling that nestles in Dabi’s gut is immediate. Oh, you’re so gonna pay for this… 

He can admit, half of it comes from his own hubris. Watching birdbrain squirm is too good to pass up, especially when they have actual business to attend to right after. Seeing the pale tint to his normally tan face, the pink dusting he can’t seem to shake. 

Oh, and of course, Dabi’s favourite part; watching Hawk’s tongue slip out between his lips as he attempts to calm his breathing. Ironic, seeing as Dabi’s the one being forced to violently expel air. Though, to his credit, Hawks isn’t exactly a silent participant, especially not by the end. 

Normally it would be a pleasant distraction from the dull thrum of a league meeting. After a good session, they’ll both be left exhausted, Dabi ready to doze off as Twice rambles on. Maybe a bit inconvenient when the topics actually matter, but Hawks will fill him in after. It’s the least he can do. 

“eh’GNKT-!” 

Except neither of them is paying attention today.

Before they’d left for the meeting they’d been indulging in their… usual activities, when Hawks had built up the nerve to pitch a particularly deviant request. Ever the tease, Dabi had agreed, one on condition. First one to cave and leave the meeting loses. Their usual bet applies, winner picks the next challenge. 

Dabi releases his nose with a sharp exhale, offering a halfhearted shrug as Toga elbows him in the ribs. They’d built up quite the collection of nonverbal cues to get away with talking during meetings. That particular interaction was pretty straightforward. ‘You okay?’ ‘Yeah, think so.’ 

It’s the truth, though not all of it. He may be okay, but a single glance across the table confirms Hawks is most definitely not. Catching his eye, Dabi smirks, lips parting for a breath. Hawks echos the movement, his chest falling nearly as uneven as Dabi’s.

“Are you even listening, Dabi? Of course he’s not listening, you’re so annoying! I am not!” 

At his name, Dabi lazily raises a hand to his nose before giving Twice a nod. “Was a little caught up in… somethin’. What was it you wanted?” 

“I was wondering if maybe you wouldn’t mind- Stop rambling and get to the point! I’m not rambling, I just- You need to recruit more people!” 

Hawks gives a light chuckle as Dabi cautiously lets his hand drop back to the table before speaking. “Last time I checked, I was the only one wh- gnKKT’uh-!” 

The hands free nature of the stifle lets a low breath escape at the end, Hawks matching it with a sharp inhale. Dabi lets his gaze wander back over, nose gripped between his fingers. He can feel the feather still trapped inside twitch, only managing to subdue the tickle as Hawks lets it fall still again. 

“Are you okay? No one cares! I care!” Twice rambles, oblivious to the struggle his fellow villain’s trapped in. 

With a measured glance at Shigaraki, who seems utterly uninterested, Dabi releases his nose again. “I’m fine. As I was saying, I haven’t seen any of you bringing in new mem- ah’KNDT-! hh’EKKT-!” 

The feather twirls again, each fibre seeming to trace its own pattern around his twitching nose. Which, given the bloodthirsty look Hawks is pointing his way, may just be the case. Clutching his nose tight enough to leave marks, Dabi gasps as the feather dives deeper.

“B- birdie… hN’CHH-! eNGKTT-! ehh! eH’RTSHHuh-!” The last one escapes his grip, the rush of air through his flaring nostrils sending chills down his spine.

There aren’t many times Dabi would refer to Hawks as a bird of prey, he prefers featherbrain or mother hen. But there’s no other way to describe the look in his eyes. Hawks is hunting. 

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Toga chimes in, leaning against her hands with a pout. “You sound sick.” 

“I’b dot- eKRSHHuh-! I’b dot… hH’RRTCHHoo-! Fugk…” Dabi pauses to swipe at his nose again. The shudder he feels run through the feather is parallel to the one leaving Hawks breathless.

Birdie can’t hold out for much longer. 

“hk’TZSHH- RRTSCH’oo-!” Not sure I can either.

With a smile showing all his teeth, Hawks gives the feather one final command. It twirls itself around, the tip running along the inside of Dabi’s nose, before tracing a small circle around his piercings. 

They’re sensitive enough from the outside, from the inside? He never stood a chance. Dabi snarls in response, his nostrils flaring as the tickle surges. Hawks responds with a barely contained whimper, teeth nearly drawing blood from the ferocity he bites his lip with. 

“Go- gonna… ARSHH’oo-! huhh! hh’rrzshh- rtzchh- akkRSHH’choo-!” 

As Dabi leans against the table, one hand clutched over his nose, the feather suddenly trembles. It doesn’t feel intentional, but it’s effective all the same. He catches Hawks giving him a look, before glancing down at his lips. He’s mouthing something. ‘Give up yet?’ 

With a smirk, Dabi pinches his nose again, nearly whining as the tickle increases tenfold at the touch. “nGKKT-! INGKT-! DKXNT-” 

Hawks finally speaks up, his normally playful tone decidedly raw. “You shouldn’t stop them like that, you’re just gonna-” 

“eH! AZSRHhhuh-! RRTSHH’uh-! HETCHHUE-!” With the final burst, Dabi hears a faint moan slip from Hawks’ lips. No one else seems to notice, they’re pretty consumed in some sort of argument. What it’s about is anyone’s guess. 

“knch’uh-! nxt’chuh-! arrsh’ngt-! hH’RSHXGT-!” Sucking in another breath, Dabi dips his head into his chest as the string of half-stifles leave him coughing. He won’t be the first to cave, he can take this, this is nothing, this is- oh. 

Across the table Hawks suddenly stands, knuckles pale as he grips the edge of his chair. Without a word, he slides towards Dabi, grabbing his arm and pulling him from the room. Shigaraki raises a word of protest, but soon redirects his attention to Twice as he begins another presentation. Their absence isn’t exactly uncommon nowadays. 

As they get to the hallway, Dabi slows his footing, giving Hawks a smirk as their panting synchronizes. “This mean you give up, Birdie?” 

The answer comes in the form of a kiss, Dabi finding himself pinned against the wall. He leans into it easily, matching the lust with a hunger of his own. 

Hawks breaks first, letting his mouth hang next to Dabi’s ear, each breath sending waves of heat down his neck. “You win.” 

“As expected,” Dabi responds, aiming to lean into another kiss. He’s stopped short by the feather sliding out of his nose. Despite the act being one of surrender, the sensation of it rubbing his skin still leaves him gasping. 

“hNCHH’uh-! RRSHH- ERSHH- EKTSHH’oo-! Shit, Hawks.” 

“Sorry hotstuff,” Hawks chuckles sheepishly, “Didn’t think that one through.” 

Dabi smirks, pulling Hawks back in for a kiss full of teeth and tongue. 

“You’ll pay for that one birdie.”

#waterfallasks #waterfalldrabbles #thank you for the ask~!! #i hope that this is okay! it just kinda sorta happened when i started thinking about h/otwings and the prompts #i had to force myself to keep it short #i maaaay revisit this idea one day for a longer piece of content #but for now i had a blast writing this so I hope its enjoyable~!

[emotionally-enervated-conagher]

The Strategist knocks lightly before entering Dell’s workshop, not wanting to startle him. She has a large plate of chocolate chip cookies in their hand and are determined to deliver them to their intended recipient.

“‘Ello Dell! Got a special delivery for ya fresh from the kitchen. Some little birdy told me you could use them.”

( @emotionallycontentstrategist )

The Texan turns his attention to the knocks at the door with confusion, brows raising behind his goggles, wondering of it was an old friend, or one of the newer folks. ‘Or what if it was Jane finally coming to tell you off?’ a small, nasty voice maliciously teased at the back of his head, yet the man grit his teeth and ignored it.

However, he relaxed when The Strategist entered, and he managed to give them a curious look and a chuckle at what they said. “A lil’ birdie, huh? Well, ah won’t turn away a sweet treat. Thank ya pardner.” He says cheerfully, genuinely grateful for the food. When was the last time he had eaten?…

“I do gotta say though that I don’t think we’ve formally met yet. Ya seem to know me, but for formality’s sake, I’m Dell, Dell Conagher, a merc from the Engineer class durin’ the Gravel Wars. And who might you be?”

#blueprint discussions #emotionally xyz mercs #emotionally enervated conagher

[thetoaddaddy]

“I heard from a lil birdie your little soldier isn’t standing at attention anymore?” Sr sneered. “You needn’t worry about Riyu, when she comes crawling back to me I’ll be nice enough to let you watch. She can even pretend it’s you fucking her if she wants.” He added with a laugh. “I honestly didn’t think this would happen so soon, I thought I’d have more time to come up with jokes.” -Sr

@riyu-uzumaki

Jiraiya sighs loudly. He shoulda known better than to leave the room. Last time he was napping when they came over to grab the boys. Perhaps he shoulda pretended to nap for the drop off.

“Watch your mouth, Senior. I don’t have the patience to be nice to you anymore.” Was the only warning he was going to give. “And if you keep insulting Riyu you’ll learn quick what will happen to you.”

#toad daddy asks #riyu #he be livin au

[cruelfeline]

Imagine, some silly bird-related Cuff nonsense, if you will: Cuff gets loose, don't ask how, and disappears for a while. Frey is Concerned, but nothing untoward seems to be happening so she doesn't even know where to look to find out if he's making trouble or not.

Then, Cuff makes his glorious return— he's put all of his bench furniture related knowledge, passion for fashion, and architectural observations to use and... built Frey a nest house (dealer's choice on if it's a well-built lil cottage-mansion with a garden or a mild shamble suspended from the overhang of a cliff). He's very proud of it, all "those dumb cats of yours can't do this now, can they???" (Pilo doesn't even rate as a threat for Frey's affections 'attention') and poor Frey is just staring at his magnum opus, knowing that if she says that she doesn't want to move and really likes living next door to Auden above a cool tavern with all her cats (and Cuff), she'll absolutely crush him.

A bonus: neither of them catch on to this being birdy courtship/nesting behaviour for like a year afterwards. Very embarrassing.

I want there to be a whole collection of crack-stories where Cuff is just being a stupid bird.

And acting as if it's the most dignified, noble thing in the whole world.

[sercphic]

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎 ; twenty-nine years old, residential real estate agent at river reality group. trigger warning(s): stalking, abuse, ptsd, adoption

『 CIERRA RAMIREZ, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER 』 wait a second! isn’t that ( CATERINA NAVARRO ) who just walked into jack’s bar? rumor around town is that the local is approaching their ( SIXTH ) year in virgin river. in the meantime, you can find the ( TWENTY-NINE ) year old working as a ( REAL ESTATE AGENT ) at ( RIVER REALITY GROUP  ). rumor around town is that ( SHE ) has a reputation for being a little ( BRUSQUE ), but they make up for it by being ( ALTRUISTIC ). 『 mar, 24, she/her 』

001. basics:

full name:  caterina navarro

nicknames:  cat, rina, c

gender:  cisfemale

pronouns:  she/her

sexuality:  biromantic/bisexual

age: twenty-nine

date of birth:  october 29th, 1994

zodiac sign:  scorpio

occupation:  real estate agent for residential but historically started her career in commercial; she has a passion for residential so she can help people find their forever home.

002. appearance:

faceclaim:  cierra ramirez

height:  5'1"

eyes: brown; honey brown when she's super excited and/or in love.

hair:  raven/dark brown

piercings:  ear, belly button

tattoos:  (2) a rose that says "la vie en rose" above her elbow on her left arm & a small lil heart on her left shoulder.

003. personality:

traits:  competitive, protective, zealous, evasive, capricious, loyal & altruistic.

likes:  balsam & cedarwood candles, journaling, and doodling in between clients, mexican football (soccer), speaking spanglish, manicures, morning jogs, virgin river trails, iced caramel macchiatos, the sun creeping in through foggy morning, heels against hardwood floors. guilty pleasures are lifetime movies.

dislikes: sleeping with curtains open, people who nitpick, hangovers, her bmw getting stuck in the icy dirt roads during winter, sore losers, nosey people, and knitting.

phobias: spiders, heights, the ocean & storms.

004. family:

mother:  veronica hernandez-navarro (deceased)

father:  giovanni navarro (living)

siblings: none !

spouse / lover:  none !

children:  none !

pets:  a 1 year old golden retriever named "sunny".

005. faves:

ice cream flavour:  cookie dough

time of the day / night:  twilight

weather:  sunny

season: spring

breakfast food:  crepes

dinner food:  spinach ravioli

colours:  yellow, red, melon, pink

song:  'wings' by birdy

006. biography: tw: stalking, abuse, ptsd, adoption

born and raised in santa barbara, california, caterina navarro was raised by two hard-working middle class parents. giovanni was the main breadwinner with his sole proprietor business of buying abandoned homes with little to no value and flipping/selling them. her mom was a maid who cleaned offices and residential homes in the neighborhood.

caterina began working at the age of twelve, working with both her parents and learning how demanding both of their jobs were. she is proud of her career in real estate which is a reflection of both her parents' humble professions. veronica hernandez (mom) was a very strict, woman of few words and caterina craved her attention and validation. meanwhile, giovanni navarro (dad) adored his little girl and could never see any wrong in anything she did. she also adored him just as much.

giovanni and veronica split when caterina was fourteen as giovanni had an affair and it ruined the already crumbling marriage. this destroyed caterina's world and everything she thought love consisted of. she began hanging with a group of friends who peer pressured her and as a result, she did foolish things for attention. she met her first boyfriend who took advantage of her desire to be seen and validated and things were good for awhile, but as soon as he couldn't control her, things took a turn for the worst. caterina desired freedom and wanted to go out with friends, enjoy her youth, and all the typical things you'd want to enjoy being in your early twenties.

their fights became more frequent and so did his nasty verbiage, which was almost always degrading in some manner. one day she grew tired and reached for her stuff in an attempt to leave their apartment, but he grabbed her and threw her against a wall. he ended up choking her and left marks behind. caterina withdrew herself completely from friends and family until she reached a point of no return, unable to take the abuse anymore, she moved back in with her parents, escaping while her boyfriend was at work. soon after her mom passed and it was just her dad and herself alone in the childhood home.

her ex boyfriend's efforts to get her back were detected by all of those around her, but law enforcement wasn't able to actually nail him. after dodging him and his attempts to reconcile, he became more and more desperate. he went as far as breaking into her home and threatening her father's life. this terrified caterina and they made arrangements to move in with cousins in oregon. after moving, she found herself pregnant with his child, but she couldn't imagine the idea of being on the run with a baby. since caterina got in the habit of moving often to protect herself, she carried the child, but agreed to a no-contact adoption believing this would keep the child protected no matter what. presently, virgin river is the longest place she's lived since growing up in santa barbara. she lives in constant fear for the day her ex might return. she typically has a hard time letting people in because of this.

007. possible connections ( fill in ):

cousin:  open

best friend / ride or die:  open

rival: open

crushing on:  open

fwb / drunk hook up: open

nemesis:  open

coworkers: open

previous client(s):  open

#•.¸♡ ( about ) / 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨. #vr.intro

[officialhawks]

I honestly keep forgetting that you’re a model, sleep deprivation must be getting to me again; but I think it’s more that I don’t pay too much attention to individual heroes, too busy for that.

-🦚

Eh, yeah it was a side gig to help promote hero merch, and a few other collab products. It’s nothing special in my book. I want to me know more for my hero work. I want to help create a better place for civilians and heros! One where we can all relax more and enjoy each other more. Gotta do that one step at a time. I hope you get some sleepy lil birdie. I worry about you. Please be safe.

#hawks has mail🪶 #anon 🦚 #bnha #mha #my hero academia #mha hawks #boku no hero academia #bnha hawks #hawks #keigo takami #mha hawks rp #mha hawks x you

[johannstutt413]

(requested by mathmaticalknight) Utage becomes the Great Chief

“Aww~ Is that all you’ve got?” Utage frowned at her exhausted prey, shaking blood off her knuckles. “Who’s next?”

“That’s… that’s everyone.” The rainbow-beaked blue bird who’d overseen the brawl couldn’t believe their eyes.

The Nue glared at them. “What?”

“That’s every able-bodied warrior here.” That meant- no, wait, there had to be someone. “I-I can check the other villages-”

“Already cleared out, lil’ birdy. She’s won.” Gavial and the Doctor picked their way through the gathered crowd, look a little worse for wear themselves.

Utage perked up at the sight of her boss. “Hey, Doctor, long time no see. What’s that about winning something?”

“The villages were having a competition to elect their next chief,” the Doctor explained, letting the Archosaurian start tending to the injured. “You weren’t aware?”

“Some of them attacked me, I beat the shit out of them, and after a couple good fights, I ended up here. Didn’t understand a word they were saying, honestly.”

Her boss chuckled to himself. “You’re not the only one. Gavial gave me the details - actually, we would’ve been here to watch you, I bet, if we hadn’t had to deal with the giant robot-”

“You got to fight a giant robot and you didn’t come find me?” The Nue pouted. “I thought we were friends, Doctor… Anyway, where’s my crown?”

“Got it right here!” An excited villager lifted it over her new leader’s head, eager to be the one to put it on her.

As the rest of the Rhodes Island’s contingent found their way to the village after an absurdly eventful day, Utage hung around the Doctor’s side, partially to bask in her triumph and partially to needle him about what’d kept him busy. It wasn’t until her coronation feast started that the reality of her new role hit her. “...Are they waiting for a speech?”

“I can translate,” Gavial volunteered as she tore the meat off a barbecued rib. “Just stand up and start talking when you’re ready.”

“I’m not sticking around, though. We’re going back to Rhodes Island once we get the plane fixed, right?”

The Doctor shrugged. “That gives you a couple of days to find someone who wants to be in charge, doesn’t it?”

“If there was someone here like that, they would’ve stepped up after I left,” Gavial observed. “She’ll have to tell someone they’ll be in charge while she’s away.”

“Well, in that case, I know exactly what to say. Ready?” The Nue rose to her feet and clapped her hands twice.

The masses quieted themselves.

“Everyone paying attention?” She waited for her translator’s echo to finish before continuing. “I’m leaving in a couple days with my friends. While I’m gone, she’s in charge.” Utage pointed at the most fashionable person she didn’t recognize.

“Huh. Great minds think alike,” Gavial noted approvingly. “Exactly who I would’ve picked.”

The Nue nodded as she sat back down. “I know, right? That outfit rocks.”

“...Right.”

“You plan on coming back, then?” The Doctor asked, finished with his meal. “Any particular reason you want to stay with us?”

Utage looked across the table at the Medic, who shook her head. “Doctor, you’re having a piece-of-wood day today, aren’t you?”

“Guilty as charged,” he smiled back.

“Hmmph.” She flicked a bone at him, hitting his forehead directly. “For a piece of wood, you sure know how to play dense… Gavial, why are they all looking at me?”

The Archosaurian, along with many of her kin, were staring at this particular interaction. “You just claimed him as yours.”

“What?!” The Nue’s face lit up. So did the Medic’s as she laughed.

“No, I’m just kidding, but the look on your face was priceless.” Gavial accepted the two bones flicked at her without concern. “They probably thought they’d get to see you fight the Machine Killer.”

The Doctor rolled his eyes. “Blaze destroyed Zumama’s robot; I directed the combat.”

“A great strategist must be a great warrior in their own right, no?” She replied, playing Sarkaz’s Advocate.

“They can believe that if they want,” he shrugged, noticeably less jovial than before. “I’m not fighting Utage, on any grounds.”

The chieftess in question cocked her head. “Afraid you’ll lose?”

“I’d rather not become the Great Chief and lead tactician of Rhodes Island, thank you.”

“You’re welcome~” Utage raised her cup in his direction. “I wouldn’t dream of bruising that pretty face of yours.”

He leaned forward, his mask’s brow furrowing. “How do you know it’s pretty?”

“How do you know I know?”

“Girls, girls, you’re both pretty,” the Medic declared, “and you can settle this in private later.”

The Doctor rose to his feet. “Actually, I’d like to settle it right now.”

“Is that so?” The Nue stood up as well.

“Completely.” He gestured into the woods. “I’ll meet you over there.”

Utage downed the last of her drink. “No need - I’ll walk you there.”

“Good.”

“Good.” They departed.

“Not good,” the Archosaurian sighed as a certain fat-tailed admirer of hers saw she was alone and started walking over. “Definitely not good.”

#arknights #arknights fic #utage (arknights) #gavial (arknights) #hey look i strung words together #i leave it as an exercise for the reader how events continued from here

[laurazepamwrites]

Update news!

I really want to assure anyone that takes the time to read my fic that it has not been forgotten and it is always on the back of my mind, Ive had a very hard couple of years and as much as writing brought me comfort and escaping, it was incredibly hard to muster the energy it needs.

However-! Lately i have been improving, i have a fantastic new job and im finally in a better place, Im back to working on chapter 20 and its turning out to be pretty beefy with much to pay attention to! I hope it will be worth the wait.

In the mean time, please enjoy a small teaser for whats to come ^_^

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Holographic screens covered the walls, some overlapping, some floating in the air momentarily with a sudden news flash and disappearing swiftly with a flick of a finger. Articles, world stocks, bank accounts and private emails occupied each screen. One of the many phones lying on the wired covered desk vibrated and a fingerless gloved hand with purple painted nails picked it up, the screen illuminating brightly.

Extraction successful.

Sombra grinned, pulling up a separate bright purple screen and with a few tapping movements from a manicured hand she sent the remaining funds to Hava luxury jets. “Lil Birdy escaped from her cage.” She said in a sing-song voice. She cracked open a can of energy drink and lounged back in her chair, casually swiping through screen after screen and lazily tapping away one handed. In the corner of her eye she saw a screen flicker on and off. Sombra slowly withdrew the drink from her lips, eyeing the screen cautiously. It flickered a couple of more times before suddenly flashing red. A Bright white eye suddenly glaring at her for less than a second.

“Stop spying on me!” She snapped at the screen. 

“That's rich coming from you.” A rasped voice spoke from the shadows causing Sombra to shriek and pull out her uzi. The can fell to the floor, spreading a suspiciously green fluid on the rich carpet.

“Tu hijo de puta, Gabe!” She said, realising the voice's owner. She immediately looked relieved and placed her palm over her chest. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“The thought has crossed my mind.” The man once called Gabriel  replied, walking forward with his mask turning to the multiple screens.

“Hey, no peeking!” Sombra snapped, quickly shutting down her many operations with a flick of her hand.

“Worried ill see something i'm not supposed to?” Reaper questioned, his unnerving skull mask slowly turning its head towards hers.

“I don't want you to see what i got you for your birthday” Sombra said with a mischievous grin. “Of course I know when it is”

The Reaper remained unfazed to her disappointment, his head tilting at her like he expected something.

Sombra raised her eyebrows questionably. “So..? I take it this isn't a social call..Aren't you supposed to be at the super friends brunch?”

“An asset disappeared over 12 hours ago.” Reaper replied. “Vishkar Architect and highly valuable. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?”

“Oh, the Vaswani girl? You really only found out now?” She tutted and twirled a thin strand of hair around her finger. “I knew as soon as Sanjay's assassin lost her, and poor dear Sanjay”..she smiled slyly. “He's

not in Akande's good books is he?

Reaper took a menacing step forward. “You're not in my good books. Especially after that stunt you pulled in Russia. I don't know what you're up to Sombra..but I'll find out. Now..where's the Architect?

Sombra scowled up at him. "I deal in secrets Gabe. Not people smuggling. If Sanjay lost his prized pet, that's his lookout.”

“And tell me of your lookouts..This new Overwatch is operating from somewhere and they have the Junker. I want another sweep of the Gibraltar base.”

“Chasing ghosts again Gabe? You know that place is long abandoned since you tried to shoot your way in..unless you want some high quality footage of monkeys you would only  be wasting your time. The place is dead, all the bases are. They're probably hiding in someone's basement. Besides..” her purple painted lips turned to a sneer. “It was you who failed at every chance I gave you to find them.”

Suddenly the cold barrel of one of the shotguns was pressed roughly underneath her chin. If Sombra was surprised she did not show it. "Wanna shoot me Gabe?" She said with a daring grin. "Surely Talon can't afford to lose their most talented asset?"

He chuckled darkly, lowering the gun. "Don't act like you're the only hacker we have."

"No..but I am the best. And the best always has the good shit.”  She snapped her fingers and a screen suddenly appeared, illuminating the dim room. it showed a photograph of a well dressed asian woman leaving a high class restaurant.

"Am I supposed to know who that is?” He asked

"That's Yua Watanabe..eldest child of the Watanabe clan? Seems the foxes have been having covert meetings with the disgraced head of the dragon, Hanzo Shimada? I wonder how the Tigers will play with this information..”

Reaper made a disinterested noise and turned to leave. “Leave the politics to Akande. For now I have my own prey, one I found myself with my own sources. You're not the all seeing oracle you think you are.”

She gasped mockingly. “You just talked your way out of your birthday present.”

“I’m going to the meeting, report anything suspicious back to me..and only me.”

“Are you  inviting me as your plus one?”

“I know you well enough to know you’ll spy on the entire meeting, Sombra..keep your eye on Sanjay.”

“Aye aye Commander Reyes.”

The Reaper paused, leather bound fingers tapped at one of the shotguns at his side before growling and disappearing into the darkness.

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