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headkiss · 3 days

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ooh ooh okay, maybe in the single thread universe where either reader or steve has a nightmare about losing the other from the canon-type violence and it's like comfort. feel free to ignore if you don't like it, thank u and love u 🫶

hi my love thank u so much for this req i missed writing these two <3 i hope you like it!!! steve’s the one with the nightmare in this one | 0.6k hurt/comfort and fluff (this takes place in the single thread universe!)

Although you and Steve only live across the hall from each other, you split your time between the two apartments, though you’re rarely separated from each other when you can help it.

Nights are often spent at his place, him kissing you goodbye before slipping out the window and swinging off to his nightly patrol, you staying awake with a book in your lap until he comes home no matter how much he insists you get some sleep.

You fall asleep easier when he’s beside you, anyways. Where you can feel him, safe and breathing.

Tonight’s a little different. Steve slipped through the window quietly when he got back—uninjured, this time—from patrol. For once, you’d fallen asleep while he was out, though you tried not to, if the open book still on your lap says anything.

He shut the window and locked it, pulling his mask off and smiling at the sight of you amongst his sheets, like you’ve belonged there all along. Steve bookmarked your page before setting your book onto the nightstand that’s now been claimed as yours, shutting off the small lamp that sits there, too.

He showered and changed quickly, eager to lay down beside you and gather you up into his arms, your warmth surrounding him. He falls asleep with the smell of your shampoo filling his senses.

It’s also a little different because a couple of hours later, you’re woken up by Steve’s shout of your name, his chest heaving against your back. Frowning, you turn over, finding his eyes still shut but his eyebrows scrunched.

Nightmares aren’t new to either of you, you’ve had enough of them since being followed that one night after work, nightmares where Steve isn’t there to save you this time. It still hurts to see him go through one, though.

Pushing yourself up, you run one hand through his hair, the other squeezing his shoulder. “Steve, wake up.”

After a couple more tries, his eyes open quickly, darting around before landing on your face, on the worry he must find written there. “Honey,” he breathes. “Are you okay?”

It’s classic Steve that the first thing he’d be worried about is you, when he’s the one who’s just had a nightmare. You trail your hand down his arm to tangle your fingers together. “Don’t worry about me. You were having a nightmare.”

His eyes squeeze shut, like he’s remembering it all over again. “You were hurt and I couldn’t- nothing was working. I was too late.”

“Hey,” you cup his jaw with your free hand, making sure his gaze is on yours. “Look at me. I’m not hurt. Not one bit, okay?”

He nods his hand tightening in yours, his other one reaching to tug you closer, your legs tangling together. “I’m sorry for waking you.”

You think back to the day you first met him, when he’d carried your moving boxes for you like it was nothing. You hadn’t realized then just how much weight he really felt, a weight you now hope to help lift, if only a little.

Steve was afraid then, of getting too close to you, if possible putting you in danger. He’s still afraid of the latter now, but there was something inevitable about you two, he thinks. It must be why his heartbeat calms more and more the longer he lays there with you, the longer he looks at you.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” You smile what you hope is something reassuring, trying to ease his mind, lighten things, “besides, I fell asleep on you earlier. It’s only fair.”

Steve’s not sure how he got so lucky with you, your patience, your understanding about everything. He can’t believe that you just happened to move in. It feels much more like fate than anything else to him.

“Thank you for being here, honey.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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rainstormcolors · 7 months

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top 5 seto kaiba moments

Oh, you sent this right away!

Okay, so my top favorite moments are prone to shifting around based on various things, so I don't consider these set in stone. But here are some, in my opinion, outstanding Seto Kaiba moments:

Seto, after being defeated and knowing he's failed over and over and over -- in so many ways, just staying as a heap on the ground in Pegasus' dungeon until *something* inside him makes him stand up and move forward again. He can still stand up and move forward.

I feel the 3 pages we get of Seto backstory within the manga at Death-T are absolutely outstanding and it's kind of astonishing how so much is explained and contained and implied and ambiguous all in those 3 pages. This is a bit of cheat to include the whole thing so if I have to pick one specific moment in this backstory, Seto challenging Gozaburo to chess as Gozaburo smirks is the moment I suppose as it's so crucial and telling and life-changing. It could be said it was the first time Seto offered his "life chip" to try reaching what he wanted.

There are many good Seto moments, so choosing five is difficult. But this moment where Seto feels compassion for Isis and is taken aback by this capacity for compassion that maybe he didn't realize he had. But he does have it. And how this compassion is brought out by Isis admitting that she's failed. And how everything in Seto's story and all the threads he's been holding meet in this moment. And how emotions and people are strange to Seto but he does gravitate to them, even if he thought that part of him had been lost and destroyed. It is still there.

"For him," is also up there as a powerful Seto moment within DSoD. But this agonizing heartbroken lonely expression from Seto as he realizes Atem isn't here is poignant and harbors the heart of the movie, and how this is a character who can't admit it but is desperate for human connection to this lost person and is devastated by this absence that he can't deny anymore. And Seto might deny it but his heart does break and does hurt and does feel lonely.

This moment is one of the whole series' most powerful and vivid moments. This and Seto walking backwards to the ledge after this vision. It's like the backstory where I feel these two moments are inherently linked so I don't really feel it's "correct" to list the hallucination and Seto stepping to the ledge as separate moments. This entire beat of storytelling is vibrant with heavy emotion and character, of the heart and the mind, and is complex and desperate and human and aching and it's not about "good" or "bad" but how Seto survives -- in the sense of how he gets what he wants by offering his "life chip" to be chopped and being able to live on despite offering his life chip and living with that.

Thank you for the kind ask! I hope these were okay as answers.

#seto kaiba

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stormblessed95 · 1 year

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Stormy, let’s gist for awhile

I have two questions in which I need clarification:

1. When jiminie posted those beach pictures last year… I read that he captioned it implying that he was alone. He was obviously with at least 3 members. What was the point in him feeling the need to put it out there that he was alone which was easily debunked when others posted the pictures? I was offline during this period so I didn’t know the story behind those pictures but I recently came across a thread on Twitter which brought this question back to me. I guess he doesn’t want us to know right?

2. I checked your master list and I couldn’t find this particular discussion… jimin’s vlive back in 2020 when he randomly called jin. Do you really think that was JK’s voice? I’m hoping you know the vlive I’m talking about. These two questions have been on my mind lately as I’ve been going through jikook past contents lately. Thanks in advance 💜💜

Hi!

1) Jimin posted to Weverse in November photos of him at the beach and a video of him with his feet in the water. Original posts/translations linked here for you

Hobi made comments on each post/moment on Weverse, talking about how Jimin knows about vibes, and about how "he told me he almost died because of the cold" on the feet in the ocean video. Lol

And then a week later, on Twitter, someone (hypothesis of ARMY is that it's either Tae or JK, but possibly Jimin too - doubted though since Jimin always claims his twt posts with his hashtag, so 95% likely its either tae or jk who posted) posted the maknae line photos at the same beach. Caption "I want to go back there"

Hobi also posted at the beach too on Weverse with a video, armys claimed to have seen him there since it was earlier in the day though and that he was alone with staff at the beach

So ultimately what this comes down to is that people made lots of assumptions and we don't truly know. We have options. Either Jimin went alone the first time and it was just him and his staff/bodygaurds and he posted about how quiet and peaceful and alone the beach was. And so therefore he brought the members back with him on an additional beach trip because how nice to go somewhere and not get stared at, photographed, videoed, whispered about, etc etc and just get to fully relax at the beach. (Because yeah they aren't going to go without staff and/or bodygaurds at a minimum in a foreign country, lol cmon).

Or he was there with the other members and when he stated how alone and quiet the beach was, it wasn't him lying at being alone (because again, staff too) or that the members weren't there, but rather a commentary on the lack of the general public on the beach and how it was time to him/themselves. And he just didn't feel the need to mention the others because the point of his posts was HIM relaxing at the beach. Not him trying to trick anyone either way this went.

And for Hobi, he clearly also went alone at some point (with staff/bodygaurds) and perhaps joined the maknaes too for their beach trip (either Jimins second one with the other members or his first and they were all there the whole time)

Regardless, it's all clearly the same beach lol. And they all clearly loved it and loved having time out and about in public ALONE, together and/or separately. And not having to worry about everyone and everything else watching their every move. And we never would've known about these late night beach trips (minus Hobis) if they hadn't told us. Jimin even made one of his photos from that night his wallpaper! They clearly had an amazing time. And I love that they got to have that private time together out and about.

Ultimately, does it matter if Jimin went alone once and then again with the members... or went with some of the members each time he went? Or if they went 8 times during the week and we only know of a few times? I don't think so. But I hope that helped a little even if all it really comes down to is "who knows and who cares, it's really nice they did it!" Lol

2) idk where you checked on my masterlist for that post, but it was under "vlives" topic lol, I'll link it here for you

Hope the post is helpful too! Hope everyone has a good day!

#jikook #kookmin #jikook in 2021 #jikook on the beach

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3dchoujinbag · 2 months

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Comparing the JJK fan's current experience with my experience with Jojolion

From 2020 - 2021, the Jojolion fandom was a pressure cooker: fan theories and coping and criticisms were everywhere. Some were determined to keep the faith, some were proclaiming the story ruined, but we all were held hostage by our need to know how it ended, how everything payed off. Reading JJK weekly now, I feel like we are going through something similar. Spoiler-heavy observations and parallels below the cut.

TL;DR - watching, chapter-by-chapter, as a story you care about makes mistakes (whether perceived or not) near its end is maddening. Read Jojolion.

Disclaimers:

1) I very much love both series, warts and all. 2) Even while reading weekly/monthly, both series have great moments and art. It's never all doom and gloom. 3) These are feelings that are massively exacerbated by watching a story you're very invested in finish in slow motion. Jojolion's last arc works better in hindsight (warts and all), and I'm sure this arc will work much better when it's done -- think about how much hate the Culling Games got while that arc was coming out.

Heavy, HEAVY Jujutsu Kaisen and Jojolion manga Spoilers below:

Reasons fans began to dread the end of both JJK/JJL:

Major character that has been very plot-relevant getting an unsatisfying, abrupt death. You never truly shake the feeling it was intended to be a fake-out death

(Literally no one believed Jobin was dead for years) (Gojo can apply here too)

Hyped-up, fan-favorite side characters end up feeling underexplored, getting extremely quick and underwhelming deaths

Too much of the finite remaining page time and plot relevance is being given to characters with no real apparent arc or fewer interesting character dynamics

(Love both characters but its true)

Resisting the encroaching fear that long-awaited moments will never come until the story ends abruptly (JJK will most likely end abruptly). "This can't be the last arc, I've been obsessing over this unaddressed plot thread for months!"

Phases of the battle/arc feel extra long due to wait between chapters, protagonists can feel stuck in one place for months

Fan-favorite character dynamics being absent for long stretches of time (YasuGap, Most of JJK's cast lowkey)

The story frequently references its framing device, keeping the faith alive that everything has been meticulously planned

(Don't get me started on the flashforward)

All this, slowly stewing in the fanbase over months, can make fans feel trapped between faith, dread, and pessimism as the story moves at a seemingly glacial pace towards its ending.

I feel like by the time Jojolion was finally ending, everyone's nerves were so fried that we barely even wanted to discuss the ending at all. I hope we can avoid a similar collapse, but we'll see how Gege chooses to end his story. As someone deeply invested JJK's ending, I think it's been important for me to separate from the story for a bit when needed.

Again, keep in mind that I've learned to appreciate Wonder Of U, and I am still enjoying JJK quite a lot. Both series, while very different, never fail to make interesting choices in how they interact with battle manga tropes and structure. They can just be perplexing and frustrating at times, especially so close to the end.

I'm sure this is not a unique phenomena. It's basically what sports fans go through, in a way. These are just two recent examples that really stick out in my personal experience.

#jjk #jjk manga spoilers #jjk meta #jojolion #jojolion spoilers #wonder of u #literally who is this post for #all my jjk + jjl fans out there!!!#kenjaku is alive I swear

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penname-artist · 1 year

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(Long rant ahead)

Do you ever just feel kind of...angry? Like, not in the way that you're annoyed at something or someone, and not in-the-moment rage, either. Everything is fine in the present, but you just sit back and feel...mad. And you can't/don't want to do anything about the mad. You just sit there, with your madness. Letting yourself feel the mad. Not doing anything, just. Feeling the feelings.

This is one of those broody moments like that, I s'ppose. Because this month it's really just been on my mind, a lot. More than it "generally" is (though all my feelings come in waves)

It's almost kind of funny. A couple of times this month, people I've talked to have rather casually jabbed at "oh, let's see your dark side". And of course, I've laughed along with it, and warned of what a bad idea that would be to cut me loose. Because the me I remember always has a part of me too angry and unstable to allow anywhere near the nice things. Or anything for that matter. It's always shoved down into the furthest corners of my being.

But is it really even still there?

Maybe I gave myself time to sit and "feel mad" tonight just hoping to feel the twinges of that side of me again. Truly, it feels so far away right now. And that is a good thing, but...it's also strange. It's so foreign, to feel like your own "dark half" is separated from you, slipping away into dust where it once used to completely overtake you.

Because I remember when it did.

It wasn't even that long ago.

I don't know physical anger much. But I know mental anger. I know emotional anger.

I know sitting on the ground picking up dirty dishes, purposefully strewn across my bedroom by a housemate, forcing myself to take care of them all, even though the thought of breaking every last one into tiny ceramic shards stayed ingrained in my head the entire time.

I know sitting in a chair at work staring at my phone, my free hand clenched into a fist so tight I could have bent a piece of metal. Pacing back and forth and getting up and sitting down because the anger is just boiling in my torso, the lies, the deceit, the uncaring hand in iron gloves twisting the story around into something it's not.

And I know crying anger, organs shriveled into knots as you heave on the floor for breath, gripping whatever is closest to you for the last fleeting thread of sanity, of reality. Losing everything. Losing everyone. Losing yourself. But you're trying to hang on to something. Anything that will ease the pain.

And anger will always slip through the cracks, raw, boiling, held together in a jar ready to burst into pieces. Sure, it can be scooped up again and put back in another jar. But it will always leave a stain. It will always leave its marks.

And I'm so...

Used to it.

I'm so used to the jar breaking. Pieces going flying. Re-containing the anger. Moving the jars. Throwing out everything it touched, and never touching the jar itself again. High "empathy" also means a high emotional state. It makes you into this...sponge. And you soak everything up until you can't, and you have no choice but to wring it all out at once.

I'm so used to being the guilty party.

So used to being "The Emotional One".

"The Uncontrollable One"

"The Psychotic One"

So used to it, I forgot that I was allowed to be angry at it too.

I'm fucking allowed to be mad. I'm allowed to be mad at people who fucked me over and left me high and dry. I'm allowed to be mad towards people who didn't give a damn. I'm allowed to feel angry that I was set up on purpose to fail. That I got played. That I got used.

I am allowed to just feel mad about it. I'm not allowed to do anything about it, God no. That's where the line is, you can't do the acts of spite because that shit WILL hit you in the ass when you least expect it. Karma's a bitch, honey. But you were never not allowed to just. Be. Mad. And just sit back for the first time in a good bit and go

"Yeah. That was pretty fucked up. I deserved better when that thing happened." Or "I shouldn't have been treated in that way. That was unfair and it made me feel hurt."

My closing thought and reminder to this long rant is make time to just let yourself be mad. You know that if you don't you'll probably do something mad instead. Feel your fucking feelings for no apparent outcome other than to get them the fuck off your chest. Yours from a person who's done too many bad deeds in comparison to their bad feelings and is still working on letting themselves feel things in a healthy way without acting on them.

#rant #mental health #emotions #anger #feeling feelings #healthy anger

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offantasiesandreams · 2 years

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Your writing just makes my life much more brighter. I reread it almost everyday. May I ask a smut with Batter who tied up by puppeteer's strings. No pressure feel free to write it whenever you want or don't write it at all. Have a wonderful day!

Gosh, that's a really high compliment for a writer to receive! Thank you so much! Also, good idea, anon! Subby Batter is what the world needs more of, so I was more than happy to write this! I hope you'll have a wonderful day/night as well!

A Puppet on Strings

Notes: NSFW, bondage

Yes, he indeed was your puppet, obeying your every move. The threads of his destiny were woven, measured and cut by your hands only. Such was the power you held. Even so, he did not think of this as something beyond a metaphor, much less something literal. And yet, they took form, enthralling him as you spun them around so effortlessly. Slower than anticipated, they bound him so gently, taking away what others would consider freedom.

Taking his cap into your hands, you looked him in the eyes, a soft expression on your face. A puppet he was, but to you, Batter was so much more than that. A companion, a partner, a lover. You kept each other safe, physically, mentally and spiritually. “Are you sure you want this?” That particular question you had asked so many times before, each and every time its response was one of affirmation. There was little else you cherished as much as the trust between you and him.

Having set his headwear aside, you put his face in your hands, giving him a gentle kiss on his lips before the spectacle was about to start, reciprocation coming from his side.

But such innocent intimacies were not meant to last when the impure had protruded your minds. A longing for a deeper connection, satisfied only briefly when your tongues met, strings of saliva the only evidence of such occurrences.

You took the lead, you always did, for even when he wished to satisfy his own desire, it was only to please you. Taking his breath, stealing his mind, all that he had, he gave it up for you. There was no more rational thought, only your lips taking a chance at his exposed neck as he fought for air. A gentle bite of love left him hissing and clenching his fists.

When you pressed your body closer to his, Batter’s temporary loss of control and attempt at taking things further did not escape you. After having pulled his shirt over his head, your hands roamed over his bare torso. His cold skin was nothing new to you, if anything, it just reminded you he wasn’t a human being. And yet, the way he moved, he expressed himself, and the way he showed his affection, it was so very human.

Although normally capable of holding himself back, it was a Sisyphean task when it came to you. Every passing second put a strain on his composure, crushing it under the pressure of pleasure. A trail of your affections was left from his chest, that heart that belonged to you, to his lower abdomen. The heat burned like hell’s inferno. And yet, his sins were not turned to ash, they were tainting his skin, a display for the saints and gods to see. A comedy to ridicule. But there was acceptance from the one saviour, the only deity that mattered.

As much as you wanted to indulge and send him into an upper state of bliss, you simply could not hide the sin of pride swelling up within you. Although your own throbbing arousal became harder and harder to set aside with every sharp breath on Batter’s behalf, you prioritised him above yourself. Fumbling with his belt, it was evident by then he was desperate for further action. All four of his eyes were open, a spectacle taking place once in a blue moon, silently pleading. Rubbing his crotch through his boxers, he shivered, biting back a moan. The fabric had already been stained by precum.

Every nerve of his had lit aflame, making him aware of what was happening, and more importantly, what he had been aching for. Your hand on his erection, the cloth separating his skin from meeting yours still, he couldn’t stand it, and thus, he bucked his hips forward. Nothing. Air couldn’t satisfy him like you could. “Hah… hah… My Player, please.” Not a single string of words in existence would accurately describe how much Batter wanted, needed, you.

Amidst all these impure plans you had, it was the streak of mercy that shone through, egging you on to, if nothing else, at least free his manhood. Even if you had expected it to appreciate its newfound liberty, it sprung forth with a vivacity unbeknownst to you. Achromatic like the rest of his body, the cool of his skin was usually remarkable, however, with all the blood coursing through it, the warmth was comparable to the evening sun of summer.

So tender were the kisses you placed atop its head. Light and graceful, it made his head spin in more ways than just one. Had it not been for the threads keeping him upright, his legs would have betrayed him already. “(Y/N), please!” Even a diamond breaks under enough pressure. The manual caresses never ceased, even as you rose from your position on the ground. Although a smile as gentle as mother Mary graced your lips, a holy spirit, mischievous in nature, danced behind your eyes. You pressed your lips against his, an act of reassurance for what was to come.

“My Batter, I’m certain you can endure this, yes?”

#off (game)#batter x player #batter x reader #not seeing fabulous writing #every time Batter gets to bottom five years get added to my lifespan #anyway sorry about length!#i tried to keep it short #though at this point this might as well be considered a shortfic #disguised as an imagine/a bunch of hcs #but i hope you enjoy!#minors dni

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intoxicatingintimacyy · 11 months

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Hi all! I’m on the hunt for some new partners (not replacing anyone of course) that are interested in angsty, romantic and, of course, dramatic plots. In said plots I’d prefer to play the F in M/F pairings, it’s just what I’m most comfortable with : ). Aside from that though, I am 24 which means all of my partners NEED to be 18+, there is no wiggle room on this. Please don't lie and say you're of age if you're not, it's dangerous. Also, another lil request if possible: I just moved to the central time zone and would love some partners over here or who are at least awake during these hours, not a requirement tho!

We can discuss rules, limits and triggers privately if we decide to move forward, however there is one rule I’ll let you know of now since it puts some people off. I don’t double. I will gladly play multiple side characters, however I will not do one pairing in exchange for another (you playing my love interest and us doing a separate plot where I play yours). I find it hard to focus and they never end up fair in my experience. I hope that makes sense lol.

Right now I’m specifically on the hunt for three fandoms/pairings: Criminal Minds, Stranger Things & Teen Wolf.

In CM I’d be looking for someone to play Spencer Reid opposite of my character, Olivia Chandler. Olivia is a Gale Weathers type if you know Scream at all, but FAR less of a bitch. I think there’s a lot of longevity for this pair as Olivia is afraid of commitment whereas I see Spencer just hesitant when it comes to romance at all, especially if we set this after Maeve. There’s a lot to her backstory that I think could make for an interesting twist a little further along, but we could do different cases and such and it would be fun! As all of my characters do, Olivia has her own backstory written up and available upon request.

While I haven’t watched S4 of ST yet (atp I’m just waiting for S5 to rewatch all of it lol), I know most of what happens, but this plot would take place more of s2-s3 and maybe in an AU space s4. I’d be playing an original character, Nancy and Mike’s troubled cousin from New York, and would want to pair her alongside Billy Hargrove. I think they’re ‘fuck this small town’ attitudes would work well along with other things.

As for Teen Wolf, I’d love for someone to play Derek Hale against my canon-divergent version of Paige Krasikeva. For those who don’t remember, Paige was teenage Derek’s girlfriend who was scratched by an alpha and Derek had to kill himself. In my version, Derek thinks he killed her but Peter brought her back to life and sent her off with her parents who moved. Now she’s back in season 3A as an adult music teacher at the high school with no memories of Derek or werewolves.

If any of this sounds interesting, let me know or add me on discord toxicdeliquency#7795 I’m also willing to roleplay on tumble if someone is willing to teach me 👀. I have a multimuse blog but don’t really understand how people do threads haha just let me know and I’ll give it a try!

#fandom rp #roleplay #teen wolf rp #literate roleplay #stranger things rp #derek hale #billy hargrove rp #tw rp #st rp #literate rp #discord roleplay #fandom roleplay #teen wolf roleplay #stranger things roleplay

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snow-and-saltea · 2 years

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for the character asks vyn diluc lumine and kaeya!!

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE thank you for giving me the chance to talk about my blorbos!!!

vyn richter:

yeah i bolded the who? one don't worry about it!! /j anyways yeah i Like this man a normal amount its not like ive written sm threads on him already yeah. i'm completely normal

except i'm NOT

i started out thinking my fave would be artem cus vyn seemed too pretentious for me at first and i still have trauma from the last time i liked a white haired and golden eyed guy in otome cus that bitch disappointed me so much i literally can't even look at him without going >:T

he's such a cool character to me, i love how contradictory he is while being completely consistent characterization wise. by contradictory i don't mean that he doesn't say what he mean or doesn't mean what he says, but the way he views himself vs how he views rosa vs how he views other people (derogatory) is quite ironic. i love how he loves rosa because she's beautiful both inside and out, in the sense that she is straight laced, honest and not mired with existential or moral complexities that stop her from being kind, realistic and faithful to her values. (in fact, when facing those moral complexities, her true character shines more because of the way she isn't stagnated by indecision or analysis-paralysis. but that's another talk for another day i could literally go on and on about her)

i like it a lot because he's both a bit of rosa in him and a bit of the cynical jadedness he dislikes in other people. as a doctor, he wants to cure his patients, and he secretly harbours some hope, at the back of his mind, that people are better than he thinks they are, that when presented the opportunity for change and growth they'll choose it— which is why i think he "tests'" rosa in his stories so much. cus he wants to see a diff outcome come from her!! to him, i feel like there's a bit of him idealism projected onto her, smth like saying: "i tried and failed, but i want to see how you do it, and what new thing you'll show me with your way of doing things." in ideals and visions, he relates to rosa.

however, in many ssr stories, and even one sr (the iconic false tears story) he shows the pettiest and most spiteful parts of himself that he's tried to keep hidden from rosa, where he indulges his egocentric beliefs that makes him feel like the things he's doing are justified, as long as the end goal is a positive net of "justice" in the world. he also sometimes shows how incredibly judgemental and harsh he can be, because he always thinks he knows better and is more objective / morally superior than other people he dislikes. in practice and methodology, he relates to the people he dislikes. it's like a mirror that shows the ugliest parts of himself. if he dislikes them like any other normal person would dislike an asshole and then move on with their life, why would that be such a big psychological trigger for him? it clearly means more to him than he tries to hide, so he tries to make a clear line separating his own "cruelty" and other people's "cruelty" and how he's better than them cus he had the right intentions in mind.

(that's not how it works btw babygirl. but issokay ur kinda fucked up i'd like to put u under a microscope)

i like how he slowly comes to realise that contradiction, too. not verbally said, but i interpret his recent growth in stories as someone who knows he's "ugly" inside and filled contempt for everyone—although sometimes he dresses his actions in a more gentlemanly or "fair" so that it's still TECHNICALLY the right thing to do even if the way he did it was unethical. at first their relationship progression was "i want her to see the most impressive parts of me" > "i want her to rely on and be influenced by me" > "i want her to know my feelings but only the ones that are peer reviewed to be palatable" > "i want her to see me for who i am and accept me, even if i can't accept the entire truth of myself". and i think that fuckign ROCKS

concluding statement: if the road to hell was paved with good intentions vyn is building a freeway. but rosa is changing his lanes!!! she changed my lanes too if u know what i mean wink wink nudge nudge

anyways yeah im mentally sound and in perfect health about vynrosa why do you ask

diluc ragnvindr:

i like him!!! iirc he was my second 5* after jean? and then i used him as a dps for a while! i wish they gave him fluffier or longer hair. i think in game diluc doesn't really do enough justice to his characterization or lore bc i feel like he looks a bit "bland" in story execution compared to the other charas. oh well, virtues and vices of being an early game chara! i like him best when he's in big brother mode and i cannot thank fanartists enough who portray him being a good big bro to the kids like klee, diona, bennett, fischl and razor. i love it!!!

lumine:

she's so goddamn FUNNY and cute?????? i like the progression of her character and her growing into her own personality in the recent quests, i think they wrote it really well. have you listened to her voice lines where she talks w paimon? they show sm of her personality and she's just so... witty and dry and sarcastic but her voice is so soft that it makes u double-back and go, "sorry, run that by me again?" i love her sm. although, i don't really interact w the fandom a lot because they're very noisy in hating her for some reason. and it gets tiring to hear TwT i get my lumine food from anng rt'ing stuff on twt or on tumblr! consuming fandom the exact way it was intended: i only see what my friends will share w me!!!

kaeya alberich:

another case of sadly being an early game chara so his execution was a bit sloppy TwT his lore is so funkin cool and his personal story and how he got his vision was, imo, the coolest and most emotionally impactful out of everyone else? ofc he and shenhe shares similar patterns in their history and how they were treated, but i think it hits harder for me bc like. GOD. overridden by guilt for the death of diluc's dad, he confronts him and tells him the truth of who he is. and at the emotional height of his life where diluc turns to fight him, he's given a vision if only to protect himself and his heart so that he can still go on and fulfill whatever "destiny" his dad had marked out for him, if he chooses that as his right.

i still think its meaningful bc even in game diluc never shows any signs that he genuinely, truthfully, dislikes kaeya. so while they still have this unspoken history between them that neither of them seem willing to talk about, there's a nostalgic and sad feeling of people who drifted apart brushing by each other time and again, and silently forgiving the other but not making it known at all. i can't find it rn but there's sm diluc and kaeya comics where its all about sibling hurt / comfort and reconciliation and making it known that they care about each other verbally, instead of accepting it as is in actions, bc they're hesitant to break the ice. GOD

#yuu rambles #JKLSFAJFKLSJFK I RAMBLED SO MUCH..... thank you for indulging me naga!!!!#tot #vyn richter #if anyone wants to be entertained look at my vyn tag you will see many funny things #genshin impact #just for recording! since i use that tag for my other gi reblogs #i spent like half an hour on the vyn part only JKFSJKLFSJK god.

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since everyone was so great the last time around, I have another writing challenge! (again- no pressure if you don’t want to participate, but don't be afraid to post even if you aren't a fic writer :) write a blurb/share something you've already written about Lexi telling Fez she's pregnant....

Soooo sorry this is so late anon, thank you for the prompt!! Again, this got long, so putting it under the cut. Gonna go watch pregnancy reveal videos on youtube now, it's my secret passion.

Lexi remembers the first time. Months of blissful build up, crescendoing in a sweet surrender. Surrender to the love she’d built up for this kind man, and surrender to the aching tension swelling to a breaking point one summer after her junior year. Daily phone calls led to weekly visits led to the breaking point.

They’d been tiptoeing around the things unsaid between them, the elephant in the room stomping louder and clashing pots in their faces which they steadfastly refused to acknowledge, neither wishing to be the first to succumb. Hindsight tells her they were both enjoying the game too much, knowing without acknowledging the truth. She liked him. He liked her.

But the real truth was that it was miles past like. Miles past longing. They’d inextricably woven their paths together, the bright thread of Lexi’s future slinking onwards in a lazy wave until it found Fezco’s. They knew the connection they had was not normal, not typical. Somehow or another, they would be in each other’s lives for good. Their threads wove together.

She’d like to blame the heat, but that would be a flimsy excuse. In the moment, it did feel at least partially to blame, though. Posted up on his couch for one of their movie nights, old AC working double time to keep the indoor temperature below 90, they had slumped further in his couch and further into each other. She didn’t even mind the faint sheen of sweat sticking his arm to hers, or maybe it was the other way around. The fact was, no amount of sweat would separate her from Fezco.

The comfortable contact between them did get her overly active brain thinking, though. She thought about how even here, now, sticky with perspiration, he didn’t pull away from her. About how she even found the faint smell of his sweat appealing. She decided she was tired of playing the game. She was about to make the final move, but there would be no losers.

With no preamble, she reached forward, paused the movie, and straddled his lap. He was surprised for only the second it took for her lips to crash into his. Then, well then he learned the rules of the new game fairly quickly. He even wrote some new ones, picking her up and taking her into his bedroom. That night, California heat just this side of overbearing, they discovered what making love meant in every sense of the word.

XXX

Lexi remembers the next first time as well. A few months into being the happiest girl in the world, they get overzealous and overeager and join together without protection. She loves the new sensation, and only panics slightly when they’re done. She thinks she’s in a safe zone in her cycle, though, and either way, what’s done is done. She has to get dressed to meet up with Suze for lunch, so she goes.

What she doesn’t realize, what nobody told her, is that without proper clean up, she’ll have his cum slowly leaking out of her the rest of the afternoon. She hopes there isn’t a noticeable wet spot on her pants as she tries to carry on conversation with Suze. It’s exhilarating and nerve wracking, and she wonders how Suze can’t see it all over her face. She wondered that after the first first time as well. Could Suze see I’VE HAD SEX written on her forehead clear as day? Could she see it now? She hoped her kiss-swollen lips had at least been masked by her red lipstick.

They’re lucky, and no mini Fezco’s take root in her womb.

XXX

Until now.

They’re 2 years ahead of schedule. They’re only 1 year into living in their first home, a starter home in the city before they find their farm. It’s small, but it has what they need and it’s theirs. Roots spread from their hearts to this home’s foundation. They are also only 4 months past their nuptials. A modest affair that was stressful to pull off, but so rewarding they can’t complain.

So. There’s really no reason to put off the inevitable, is there?

Lexi carefully wraps the positive test in a gift bag and waits for her husband to get home. She thinks she might bake some bread to leave in the oven as well, while she meticulously plots out their new plan. At least she gets to focus on her writing two years sooner.

She thinks she’ll have a lot to write about by then.

#fexi asks #fexi fic #i had to force myself to stop #also this is so much less about pregnancy than it is about sex lmao #this is not edited boops

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vodka-redbull-daily · 5 months

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November 22nd, 2023 (Part 1)

*Graphic Sexual Content*

It's been quite a while since I've received a dick pic. It feels kind of weird complaining about that. I don't think I'm even complaining, but most people would be so happy to stop Having to look at random people's dicks. It was kind of fun collecting them if I'm honest. it was fun showing them to D---- and laughing at them together. I'm not sure why that is. maybe I just finally got into the group of people that don't send dick pics very often and have weeded through all the ones that like to do that. although, I've also found so many people who like to flake. I'll make plans with a guy, then he either goes to me completely or keeps canceling over and over again. B--- has seemed like the best prospect, after F----. when F---- turned out to be kind of an asshole, B--- seems like he would be a good alternative. sure, he was incredibly boring and I had a sneaking suspicion sex would be ass, but he was so far most likely to be the most consistent person. but he ended up flaking on me two separate times before he finally just said that he wasn't going to try anymore. to be fair, those were his exact words, but I did try and make it work and he just straight up stopped answering my texts. oh well.

after having so many flakes, it's incredibly annoying and making it to where I kind of want to start looking at other sites. I've been getting semi good luck from this one site, but I'm running out of men in general, much less men that are actually going to meet me and pay me. W--- was an anomaly. I normally would not continuously go out with a person who's not paying me, but I really enjoyed him that first day and I even plan on seeing him later in the week. I know I'm going to have a good time and we'll probably end up having sex with him and I don't mind that. I obviously want to do that otherwise I wouldn't want to go. but it's incredibly annoying that I haven't gotten paid in quite a while. I really hope this isn't the death knell of my time as a sugar baby. I'll probably start signing up for some other sites soon enough. I found a Reddit thread about the sugar baby lifestyle, although it seems like I already have an account on the most popular site and everyone on there is kind of saying that it's shit. they're honestly isn't that much helpful information on there.

Today, I have plans to meet two different guys. I'm going to meet up with B------ around noon. I'm so excited to be able to meet up with him again. it's been quite a while since we fucked in the car and he keeps promising me that it'll be so much more enjoyable since he's going to actually get a hotel room. since it's so close to Thanksgiving, though, I told him that I'd be okay with only taking 100 this time instead of the usual 200 since most hotel rooms are extra expensive right now. yeah, this is a bad business move, especially since I keep complaining about how I haven't made that much money recently. but I'm also incredibly horny. and I enjoy B------ a lot. sue me. sometimes I just want to get dicked down by someone who actually knows what they're doing and isn't 103 years old.

We planed to meet at 12:30. he sent me the address to the hotel room and then also sent me some instructions to follow. apparently this is part of being a submissive. or it can be. I guess it's kind of like a role-playing thing, where the dominant will give you a set of instructions and you're supposed to do them. he had a special name for it but I forgot what it was. I'm sure I'll hear it again before too long. his instructions were to come to the room, take off all my clothes, and wait. pretty simple instructions. I also decided to go without any underwear or bra. F---- had asked me to do that and honestly I enjoy that more anyway. I fucking hate wearing underwear and a bra. sexy for the guy, comfy for me. win win. one last rule he had was that every time I came, I would have to lick it off of him. again, this is actually something I like so it wasn't that big a deal for me.

I got to the hotel, but he forgot to send me the room number so I waited for a while outside before he finally did. once he did that, I went over to the room and he opened the door for me, since hotel rooms lock automatically. I walked in, took off all my clothes and everything like he said, and waited. again, this wasn't a very difficult set of instructions. he had some music playing through a little speaker and was very quick to start touching me all over. his skin was just as soft as I remembered. his fingers were just as good as I remembered. it seemed that no matter how he touched me, I would get chills and goosebumps. it's so strange. two different people can touch me in the exact same way and my body will have such an immensely different reaction. I remembered when I was having sex with him, how he would Trace his fingers down my stomach, thigh, and underwear line. my entire body would shake with pleasure even though he wasn't actually even doing anything that sexual. it feels almost the same with B------. he could touch me on my back, on my arms, run his fingers through my hair I would already be on the edge of an orgasm. meanwhile, somebody else could do something similar and I would lay there like a dead fish. I want to get turned on, I'm probably already wet, but it's just not the same.

he also had me put on a blindfold which is very excited for. he had been telling me a little bit about sensory play, about putting on things like a blindfold and headphones so that your sense of touch was heightened. I was really looking forward to that. after I had the blindfold on, he led me to a little couch looking thing and had me kneel there while leaning against the arm. I wasn't uncomfortable, I could have stayed there for as long as he wanted me to. he continued to touch me, occasionally dipping his fingers up inside me. He commented on how wet I was. then he explained to me the game we were going to play.

This was going to be my first Step into getting into more BDSM things. it seems pretty much everybody is into impact play and that's honestly the first thing most people think of when I think of BDSM shit. he told me he had brought a bunch of different items, he was going to use them on me, and I was supposed to remember which one was which. he told me about this game before, how he had used it on other people. every time he would use one on me, he would ask me then to rate the Pain on a scale from 1 to 10 and then immediately after that asked me to write it on how much I enjoyed it from 1 to 10. there are quite a bit of them. I knew there were a bunch of different things they're used for this kind of stuff, I just didn't realize he had brought so many and then he was going to use so many of them on me. it was quite a bit of time that we spent actually doing this. he would tell me the name of it, then let me feel it with my hands, then you sit on me. he had me repeat what it was afterwards, then I would give him my numbers. I think I can remember them all off the top of my head:

Flogger: A leather flogger. pretty simple, if you know what a flogger is you know what this is. I can't remember exactly what I judged each of these on each scale, but I do remember that this is one of my favorites. not that painful and I actually quite enjoyable.

long flogger: very similar to the first, but longer. obviously. this one hurt a little bit more but still definitely one of my favorites. again, I actually enjoyed it and was it in terrible pain.

stinging fogger: this one had little thin strands and was much more painful than the other two floggers. I didn't like it that much, but they're definitely worse things on this list.

thuddy flogger: heavy and thick leather straps on this one. surprisingly, it actually didn't hurt very bad at all. it was definitely one of my favorites since the Pain Scale is very low and with all the floggers he was able to run them across my skin at a certain way that was very pleasurable.

dragon's tongue: this one was the first one he used. I was basically thick sheet of plastic that was cut down the middle. very much like a tongue of a serpent like it was named after. it reminded me a lot of those plastic clapping hands that you get from a shitty arcade. it definitely wasn't the worst, but it was not my favorite. low to mid-range on the pay scale and made to high range on the pleasure scale.

hemp cane: this was what seemed to be hemp just tied in a fancy way to make it kind of like a stick or rod. it was stiff enough to be painful, but because it was made out of a kind of rope, it wasn't as painful as I was expecting. I actually enjoyed the soft scratchy feeling of it. Another mid-range one on the Pain Scale and the pleasure scale.

short paddle: a pretty thick wooden paddle with holes drilled into it. once I felt the holes with my hand, I was nervous. I knew that that would help with the speed and pain. although, it did finally enough remind me of Swiss cheese. it was pretty painful and I didn't enjoy it very much at all. although, still not the worst.

long paddle: as the name suggests, it's exactly the same as the prior one just longer. this one was more painful and I disliked it even more because of that.

Tiny: B------ told me this was the first BDSM Type Toy he had ever gotten. and it wasn't even actually a toy. it was a wood especially he bought from Target and had filed down to make it a toy. I have heard about trying to make your own toys being pretty unsafe and this was actually very painful. I really didn't like it that much at all. still not the worst, but very near the bottom.

the rod: this one was the worst. he did warn me that it was going to be incredibly painful and didn't use it very hard or very much. in fact, he relegated only three strikes with both of these last two ones because he knew that they were more painful than the other ones. he also said that he actually didn't use these during play, more for a “punishment” type situation. it was just a long, metal rod. I obviously hated it.

the stick: surprisingly, this one wasn't that bad. this was another one that was supposed to be used in a “punishment” type situation, but since it was pretty much just a yardstick that was a little bit thicker, it wasn't that bad. me and my siblings just a whack each other with yardsticks fairly often, so maybe I'm just used to the feeling already. but honestly, I would prefer that over some of the paddles that he had used earlier.

after we had gone through each one individually, he went back and picked five at random. he said that if I got all five right, I would get reward. if I got less than three right, I would get a punishment. little did he know, that I am way too competitive for my own good. whenever there's a game involved, whether it be the religious crap that I had to do when I was younger or the BDSM shit, I tend to take any challenge probably way too seriously. there's a reason they stopped letting me play games with the other kids who didn't go to church as often as I did in religious education. he also gave me three chances to guess each toy, which led to me getting every single one correct. a few of them I even got right on the first try.

my reward? he ate me out. I was pretty surprised by this, though I shouldn't have been since he did say that giving pleasure to his Partners is actually one of his favorite things. he and I are very similar in that way. this makes B------ the third person I've ever slept with that actually gave me head. maybe I should add that to my statistics. unfortunately for B------, I've actually received much better head.

it wasn't bad. it was actually very good and I might have cum in his mouth if he had gone a little bit longer. he definitely was more into licking my ass, which he had told me he was in the ass eating before, than he really was focused on my pussy and clit. T----- was also in eating ass, but he usually did the two separately. He was definitely the best person I've ever had. I don't know how he knew, but he would always put his tounge exactly where I wanted. the perfect mix of speeding, up slowing down, more direct focus on the clit, using his fingers inside me to make me absolutely scream with pleasure. B------ was good, but I don't know if he'll ever stand a chance against him. not to mention he did it every time we had sex. it seemed like it was one of his favorite things to do. I remember once when I was on my period and we were just getting to the point where he would fuck me and he leaned down and whispered in my ear about how badly he wanted to eat me out. how sad he was that I was on my period. I'm hot just now thinking about it.

I miss him so badly.

it wasn't a bad reward. it wasn't exactly what I was expecting, but pretty soon after that, he was actually putting his dick inside me. There was a little bit of pain as he stretched me out. I guess I still wasn't used to him. he's definitely the biggest I've ever been with. he will probably always be the biggest I will have ever been with. it took me a little bit, but eventually he was able to fuck me without any pain. I'm pretty sure he went all the way inside me this time. it only took us three times before he was able to actually bury that big ass cock deep inside me. he felt so good inside me, but he wouldn't let me cum. I would wine and beg and plead and squirm and moan so loud with pleasure, but the Orgasm denial that he showed me that first day was back. I loved it. when he finally let me cum, it was such a wave of relief. after that, he took me off the bed and had me lick up my cum off his dick. I guess that checks off the mandatory dick sucking that's required and every single sexual encounter I have, but it wasn't bothered by it because I actually like the taste of my own cum. it was the only time we ended up doing that even though it was one of his rules. I asked him about it afterward, why he had stopped enforcing that role, and he said that I just came so much all the time and he really didn't want to have to stop and start over and over again.

pretty soon, he had me on all fours. again, his dick was shoved inside me and this angle is one of my favorites. doggy style seems to always just hit that right spot for me, and B-------'s dick always pushes me to my limit. I had to beg for my orgasm again. the way his hands would grab my waist and he would use my whole body as a fleshlight, just pounding himself inside me. it's like heaven. he did eventually let me have another orgasm. then, he told me to stay exactly in place and I felt him get off the bed. I heard him moving things around. more toys.

when he came back, he squirted Lube all over my ass, even getting some of it dripping to my legs. not that big deal as my own cum was already dripping down my legs. his finger gently dipped inside my asshole. we had talked about how I wasn't ready to do anal with his actual cock yet. he was just way too big and even though I had done anal with F----, F---- had not been that big. plus, we had talked about how much I enjoyed the double penetration T---- had done to me so long ago. sure enough, after he had sufficiently lubedme up, I felt a vibrating toy being pushed inside. it felt kind of like anal beads. I definitely was enjoying myself. soon, he also pushed dick back into my pussy. such a strange sensation, getting so much pleasure from the two different places at the same time. it was hard to focus on one, hard to feel exactly where all my pleasure was coming from. I had to beg for my orgasm a few more times.

After a little bit, he took the toy out of my ass and began lubing it up again. in between each time he did this, He would instruct me to stay exactly where I was. I would be there on the bed, ass open in the air, just waiting for him to stick something else in. and he always did. a new toy soon entered me, this time pretty clearly a butt plug. we went back to him fucking me with that inside me. we went round and round with me begging to cum, him denying me until it was almost too much, then letting me go. he also kept changing out the plug, getting bigger and bigger each time. he ended up using four different ones, and on the last one I was definitely beginning to feel stretched. it was almost painful, almost to the point where I asked him to stop. I stretched and stretched and gripped the sheets. right at the last second, right before I called it off, my ass took the whole thing. I was definitely stretched, and there was a twinge of pain, but it definitely was not unbearable and I got enough pleasure from it that I was able to ignore the pain. from here, he fucked me until he came inside me also allowing me another orgasm of my own. I came seven times. he usually makes me count, so I kept counting just in case.

After that, I took the blindfold off and he gave me a towel to clean myself up with. not very many men do that. I kind of forgot he did that. it's such a weird mix being with all these guys and even the ones that you feel like do kind of care about your experience don't do that kind of stuff. after we cleaned ourselves up, he had me go ahead and look at all the toys he had used. we started with the anal stuff, because he wanted to show off how good I had done. I was incredibly surprised to see the toys I had you just had inside me laying out there on the towel. the biggest one, the one that I had a little bit of trouble with, was so much bigger than I had imagined. in thickness, it was pretty comparable to B------. all of them are also much longer than I expected. he also showed me what I thought to be anal beads, but it was pretty much just a vibrator with a bunch of little orbs on it. the thing was close to 7 in long, and he told me I took all of it. he was really excited, since this meant that I could probably eventually take him. it really wouldn't take that much longer or that much more stretching before I Would be able to fit his entire dick in my ass.

he also had me look at all the toys he had me rank. most of them, looked exactly how I imagined them based on how they felt in my hands. he had me sort them from the one I like the most so the one I like the least out on the bed. we talked about them a little bit, he explained to me the story of tiny, he told me about other toys he wanted to use, toys he wanted to buy, all kinds of stuff. he washed off all the anal toys for me, gave me instructions on how to take care of them, and told me that I could take them home. his only rule was anytime I use them I had to talk to him about it. and I want to use them, but that means I have to go out and buy Lube at some point. he also told me he had gotten me more but they just had to come in on time. he said there's suction cup on the bottom. very intriguing.

after talking about the toys and him showing me some of the girls he had been with before and talking about that plus some of the gangbang groups he was in, he asked me when I had to leave and how many times I had cum. I told him 7 and I really didn't have a time I need to leave, since the only plans I had for the day was going to my meet and greet with S-- but that wasn't until 7:00 and it was only two at that point. he thought about it for a second, and said he thought he could squeeze in at least four more orgasms.

I laid back down on the bed, he finished cleaning the last of the toys and got them all packaged up, then we were at it again. this time, every time I asked he let me cum. I was mostly on my back, but he also turned me on my side, twisting my torso my legs separately I'm pushing himself deep inside me that way. I never been in that position before and I enjoyed it very much. since he wasn't denying me any orgasm this time, I came over and over and over again. like I usually do with others. in all honesty, this time was even better than when I was blindfolded. I think since he was actually less focused on the performance side of it and more on just a good plain old fucking, he was a little bit more rough, more straight to the point then the fancy start And stop and specialize movement to try and get somebody on the edge without pushing them over. instead, we just had a good old fashioned fuck. I ended up cuming 12 times in the span of about 10 to 15 minutes. and he also came again, saying that was the quickest he's ever cum twice in a row. I've heard that a few times. even W---- said something about how he had a hard time actually cuming due to the mix of medication he was on and was very pleased when he was able to cum inside me.

we talked for a little bit longer, he gave me the money, gave me the anal toys, then I left. he stayed behind a little bit longer to clean up a little bit and who knows, maybe he invited another girl over. I have no clue. we talked a little bit about his past conquests and he said he's been with at least 120 people off this one site alone. for all I know, he invited a girl immediately after me. I wouldn't be bothered by it. it's not like I'm not doing the exact same thing later on tonight.

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nebula-horizon · 4 years

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[ Cont. from here! ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ]

First rule she learned from the Royal River Gang: Play dumb if the situation allows it. She tilted her head to the side as she tried her best to relax on the bench she was approached on. Her pastel purple hair falling to her left side.

“Stand? Look, Mister, I’m not sure what you’re talking about, but maybe you got me mixed up with another Celeste.”. She wasn’t down to get mixed up in stand user bullshit today or any day really. “Just a chick trying to enjoy her day.”

{ @ask-spw-mercenary }

#((Hope you don't mind me moving this! I prefer threads separate from asks uvu))#cσvεя үσυя cяүsтαℓ εүεs! ✧ ･ﾟ ★(RP)#Pending Arden Tag.#ask-spw-mercenary #V: ???

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UNRELENTING PURSUITS:

@victimsofchance

It wasn’t often that Volt got calls that were from numbers he didn’t recognize on his communicator, especially since the device was only really given out for friends in a case of emergency. But from the beeping and flashing of the dome lense, it had to be of some importance and the hybrid lifted his wrist to bring up the holoprojection of a familiar leopard.

“Commander Rook?” He couldn’t help the slight tilt of his head. The new leader of The G.U.N fixed him an apologetic look and it only grew as Harmony had joined him on the park bench by draping over his shoulder from behind. “If you’re calling this line and not my handheld.... Something’s up.”

“You’d be correct Voltage. There’s been some recent activity in one of our old facilities and our operatives are spread a little thin. Would you be able to look into the matter, you know the facility far better than the other Freedom Fighters.” That alone was enough to let Volt know exactly what she was talking about and his features hardened. He knew it couldn’t be Tower. The man was dead, taken care of personally by the hybrid himself.

“Yeah. I can go take a look. You still have Edla on your payroll?”

“Yes. We transferred him to our main branch here in Empire City and I have personally made sure he is under a watchful eye.” He let out a sigh of what sounded like frustration but also relief at her words. At least that ruled out the scientist being behind the activity. Harmony rubbed her cheek against his until he returned it.

“Alright. I’ll head over in a bit. I need to see if Rosie or Cream are available to watch Harmony. I’ll send communications once I arrive.” Satisfied with his answer, the woman nodded and offered a small smile to the child on his shoulder as she waved to the holoprojection.

“Bye bye Ms. Rook! Tell Buddy I said hi!” The communications was cut off and Volt looked ready to call his go to babysitters when Harmony put her hands over the dome. “Nuh uh! I’m comin’! Das da bad place and I ain’t gonna let da bad men get ha again!”

“No.” He fixed her a stern look, one that he almost never used on her, but the toddler didn’t even seem to be phased and puffed out her cheeks. “This is a Mission and you know the rules. Stay with one of our friends until I come back.”

The back and forth between then went on long enough to get some of the attention of the other park goers before Volt sighed in defeat and pinched the bridge of his muzzle. “Fine, but you’re going to have to listen to everything I say. If I throw the Warp Ring and tell you to leave, you leave. Got it?”

“Fine.” She shifted to instead of draped over his shoulder, sitting on it and tapping the back of her sneakers against his cybernetic implant. Which made it all the easier to stand and grab his Warp Ring from his pouch. The destination wasn’t one he wanted to go to, but knew it by heart. The Ring expanded into its portal upon being thrown and both hybrids looked at the ruins of the facility they once called home, Prison Island.

Volt took a deep breath and stepped through, landing on the rubble filled blacktop. The sky above them ominous, Harmony holding on just a little tighter to her father’s quills as she sat on his shoulder before using her other hand to put her bandana over her muzzle. “Daddy it smells funny.”

“Keep your bandana up and make sure Blep is alright.” Amethyst eyes scanned their surroundings, catching the streaks of light and beginning to follow them at a quick pace. A slight nudge was given to his daughter, having her switch positions to piggyback under his long quills and her hands holding his shoulders, giving him free range of motions to speed up until he reached a safe enough distance to see the portal in front of them.

“Shit!” For once Harmony did not correct her father’s language, far too frightened by what she saw ahead of them and burying her face back behind the shoulder she was looking over. He grabbed his handheld, moving behind rubble to stay unseen for the time being while making a call. “Commander Rook. Lockdown any facility that is still in operation on the island.” After getting a confirmation, another number was dialed and the hybrid waited for it to be picked up before speaking quickly.

“Dan, get you demonic tail over here.... We have a situation.”

#Light in the Dark: Dan #victimsofchance #((I hope you don't mind that I moved it to a separate thread from the one with everyone else))#((This is easier for me to track with Thread Tracker))#((Also REALLY sorry about the length. But I wanted to set up how they got there))

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judeswhore · 3 years

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something inspired by the new pics😭 maybe first date with mase and getting ice cream

still not actually over those photos they’re the cutest things ever

cinder toffee - mason mount

Mason held his arm out in front of him, dramatically welcoming you up the steps that led to the miniature fair ground that was settled on the beach pier as though he owned the whole place himself. He flashed you a grin, tilting his hand so you could thread your fingers through his. The two of you had just come from having dinner and it was Mason's bright idea to get ice cream from the fair.

"They have the best ice cream in Portsmouth." He'd argued as you left the restaurant but he didn't really need to convince you, you weren't ready to finish your date just yet. It was your first date with Mason, even though the two of you had been friends now for a few months, seeing him in date mode was now your new favourite thing.

The pier was full of kids and families and you had to practically glue yourself to Mason's side to keep from being separated. He kept getting looks from people and you tensed slightly at the prospect of being bombarded by fans. Mason seemed at ease though, thumb brushing over your knuckles as he pointed out different things to you.

"I used to come here pretty much every weekend. I'd save all the money my parents gave me through the week just so I'd be able to go on the Twister." He grinned down at you, bending a little to brush his lips over your ear. "Had my first kiss behind the candy floss stand."

"Hoping for a redo?" You arched your brows at him and Mason smiled down at you, eyes glinting in the sun.

"Maybe not behind the candy floss stand." He pulled you to a stop in front of a little ice cream shop, fingers sliding from yours. "What would the pretty lady like?" You shook your head at him, moving over to read through their options. Mason stepped up behind you, chest against your back and your heart leaped when he brought his arm around you to press his finger against the board.

His bicep was right beside your face and you could feel the heat of him against you, your mind short circuiting for a few seconds when you got the slight whiff of his aftershave. Your eyes travelled down his arm, soft skin and slightly bulging veins, before you settled on his finger.

"Their cinder toffee is incredible."

"Yeah?" He hummed a reply against your ear, his breath fluttering your hair and you shivered in response, managing a brief nod. "Okay, what do you want?"

"Don't worry, I've got it. Wait here, yeah?" He squeezed your hip as he stepped around you and headed into the little shop. You took the moment alone to let your eyes wander along the pier, taking in the flashy lights of the few rides and the row of little sweet stalls, including Mason's beloved candy floss stand.

Your eyes snagged on a ball toss stand and it had your lips tilting into a grin. Mason returned with two cones of cinder toffee in his grip, handing one to you with a smile. "Prepare to be wowed." He told you, already taking a bite from his own ice cream.

"What happens if I don't like it?"

"This would be our first and last date." You shoved his shoulder lightly.

“Like you’d ever be able to find someone like me again.”

“True, what other person enjoys eating jalapeños from the jar?” Mason flicked the end of your nose which you scrunched up as you swatted him away.

“Lots of people actually.” You fell silent for a few seconds as you licked at your ice cream. Mason watched closely, eyes focused completely on you.

“Thoughts?”

“Pretty impressive. Maybe on our next date I’ll take you to the best ice cream parlour in my home town.” Mason grinned, hand reaching for your face so he can rub his thumb over the corner of your mouth.

“I’ll hold you to that.” You stepped in front of him, walking backwards so you can keep your eyes on his.

“Win me a shark?”

“Sorry?”

“On that ball toss game.” Mason’s eyes slid away from yours, snagging on the game stand before falling back on you.

“Come on then”

The two of you finished your ice creams while standing just off to the side of the stand, Mason’s body angled in front of yours to stop the cold sea air from biting at your bare arms. He paid the ticket man for five balls before stepping back and wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Watch and learn, sweetheart.” Your stomach dipped at the term of endearment and you leaned against the podium.

“Are you as good with your hands as you are with your feet?” Mason’s throw went crooked at that and he missed all together, eyes darting back to your smirking face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Maybe I would.” Mason shook his body out, sending you a glare that basically said “behave” before aiming again. And he’s Mason fucking Mount so of course he got it on his first try, smirk tugging at his own lips as the ticket guy handed a shark plush teddy over the counter.

Mason held it against his chest, cocking his head at you. “Gonna name him after me?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I just won him.”

“Hmm, no, I think I might name him Bruce.”

“Bruce?” Mason passed the teddy into your arms, watching you like you’d gone mad. “Who names a shark Bruce?”

“Are you kidding me? It’s the name of the shark in Jaws.” The two of you are pressed against the railing of the pier, Mason’s body pressed snugly against yours.

“Why do you know that?” He asked, brushing your hair back off your face. You shrugged you shoulder, leaning over to gaze over at the ocean.

“I like Jaws. You gonna let me beat you at that basketball game?” You pointed to a hoop game a few feet away from the candy floss stall. Mason grinned.

“Bring it on.”

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glazelilyy · 3 years

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of rippling skin

characters (separately!) - kaeya alberich, childe, zhongli, xiao, jean gunnhildr, lisa minci x gender neutral reader

word count - 2923

genre - hurt/comfort

format - drabbles

warnings - self depreciation, insecurities about bodily appearance, very slight spoilers for diluc and kaeya's backstories, partial nudity in the presence of another

summary - our skin is the museum that documents the many trials we've faced in life, and yet you see nothing but flaws. they however, see something different.

a/n - decided to take a break from requests to write out an idea that's been sitting in my mind for a while :) i've always appreciated the beauty that comes with skin and i know that many people out there constantly struggle with what they perceive to be as flaws (i also have eczema so zhongli's is a tad self indulgent since mine keeps flaring up). i hope this can help even a little :) (i also wanted to practice writing for some of the girls too :D)

content under the cut!

burn marks

fear lingered in the back of your mind and dripped down your spine in thick, scalding motions. the shirt in your hands weighed heavy, cotton threads licked menacingly at your forearms. hesitantly, you looked past your shoulder over at the looking glass that painted a picture of tragedy. long strips of marred flesh streaked down your back in jagged mismatched directions. in the wake of flames, your blackened skin sang a chorus of nightmares that plagued your mind in disorderly fashion.

you hadn't registered the creaking of the wooden door, too transfixed on the charcoal streams that darkened your back.

"snowdrop are you in he-" you whipped your head around, scrambling to turn your back away from the eyes of your lover. "is this your way of tempting me darling? by standing here and looking all enticing?" he chuckled and sauntered closer. fear coursed through your veins as you staggered backwards, the small of your back hitting the edge of a nearby dresser.

kaeya's flirty smile fell from his lips, concern now etched into his youthful visage. "hey what's wrong snowdrop? did something happen?" you vigorously shook your head, dropping your gaze to the wooden floors below. he took cautious, gentle steps forward. "i know you don't want me to see sweetheart, but if i may," his nimble fingers worked to unhook his elaborate scarf and let it fall to the floor with a thump.

he removed each article of clothing until his top half was bare for your eyes to drink in. your felt your eyes water and moved your hands to hold in the sobs that threatened to escape your lips.

his torso and parts of his chest were decorated in large gashes of charred skin amidst the countless battle scars and wounds that had healed over with time. he turned around slowly and let the display of dancing flames that marred his back show you that he understood. the two of you stood there, top halves bare and emotions running high as you stared into each others eyes.

"i lost everything on the day i received these burns," he mused, a forlorn smile stretching onto his lips. you moved forward and ran the pads of your fingers along the scaly skin near his shoulder blade. he placed his slender fingers on the small of your back, as if asking for permission to traverse further into the tender flesh of your wounds. your responded by pressing your lips to the skin where his heart thumped against his chest, glazed over by chapped, burnt skin.

you shivered underneath his touch, more tender and romantic than it was sexual and sensual. his thumb traced over the lining that cusped your intact skin from the burnt portion.

"i know they hurt, even after they've long healed darling," he paused to kiss your forehead and brush his nose against yours, "but i'd never judge you for them. when i say i love all of you, there are no exceptions, burn marks and all."

the palms of your hands found their way to his back and ran over the jagged burns. "thank you, for showing me kaeya." you mumbled into his chest. "hey i'll strip down anytime for you sweetheart, just say the word." he snorted as you swatted his hand away from your face. "but seriously, thank you. for accepting me, and showing me part of yourself." he simply hummed and gently pushed your face back into the crook of his neck.

once more, you both ran your fingers over the caverns of charred flesh on each other's backs.

stretch marks

your arms hugged the side of your body, as if trying to cocoon yourself inwards. maybe if you tried hard enough, the ground would swallow you whole and you'd never have to show yourself again. the stretched skin around your waist and legs jabbed at your heart and sent ripples of fury hurling towards yourself at breakneck speed. in nothing but your underwear, you saw all of which you hated staring straight back at you.

a sudden knock drew you from your pool of depreciation. "sunshine? can i come in?" your hands snatched the nearest piece of clothing: one of his shirts. you tugged it over your head as you called out an affirmation.

the door swung open, a smiling childe strolled in and swept you up in a hug and a flurry of kisses. "are you ready to go? if we keep mr. zhongli waiting any longer he'll order all of the dishes on the menu—also is that my shirt?" he pinched the soft, grey fabric between his forefinger and thumb. you shyly nodded, fumbling with the edges.

"as much as i love to see you in my clothes i'd rather prefer no one else but me see you like this," his hands that rested on the outside of your hips attempted to slip underneath to hold your bare skin. you froze and pushed his hands away, frantically pulling the fabric down to cover your blemished skin. you felt pangs of guilt as he retracted his hands, looking almost hurt. "h-hey i didn't hurt you right? i'm sorry if i overstepped any boundaries..." he backed away to create some more space between the two of you.

"n-no that's not it! it's just..." you trailed off, glancing down at the edge of the shirt. "just what?" he took your hands in his, silently pleading with you to continue. you slipped your hands away from his and pulled up the shirt past your belly button, revealing the rippling waves of skin that donned your body.

he stared in awe, silently looking to you for permission to touch your skin. you nodded, and he raised his hand to trace over some of the deeper indents. "i hate them, so much," you muttered, solemn gaze boring holes into the wall behind his head.

he said nothing for a moment, and you were tempted to tug the shirt down and tell him to forget this moment ever happened; you half expected him to sneer in disgust at this point. instead, he knelt down and leaned in towards your stomach, pressing his lips to the grooves and stretched skin. "w-what are you doing?!" you squealed, both flustered and confused. he laughed against your stomach and wrapped his arms around the back of your thighs.

"you're so stunning i couldn't help myself," he whispered in between kisses, the pads of his thumbs grazing over the marks with affection in every stroke. "you know," he paused after a moment, "these marks remind me of the ocean. they look like beautiful, rippling waves. and you are my vast ocean." he rose from the ground and captured your lips in a passionate kiss.

"you're beautiful inside and out, your ocean marks are just another part of your beauty, sunshine." he praised as he peppered your face with kisses, smiling to himself as your finally laughed and relaxed.

"my ocean marks huh..." you looked down at the waves on your body and felt a little closer to being kinder to yourself than you had earlier.

eczema

burned, it burned. it itched, your skin screamed for any sort of solace from the belligerent fiery madness that marred your skin. you desperately rubbed the creamy elixir dr. baizhu was so kind to procure on your behalf to soothe the ache on your skin and sat perched on the edge of the bed in nothing but shorts and a t-shirt.

you glanced down at the burning skin that itched and blazed on your forearms, as if looking hard enough would will away the hard, rough exterior and leave soft-to-the-touch skin in its wake. in your painful state, you'd nearly forgotten about zhongli who you had initially left asleep. he now sat up, awake and concerned as he reached towards your arm. "you are flaring up again?" the sleep in his baritone voice lingered for a moment, his eyes flickered up to meet your disgruntled ones.

you simply nodded and sighed in a frustrated manner, glaring at the crumpled skin. "one moment, i will return." he quickly kissed your cheek and slid out of bed, throwing a silk robe around his shoulders.

you hadn't moved from your spot when he returned, a small tray in his hands this time. "it's chamomile tea, it will help you relax." when you made no move to take the cup from his tray, he set it aside and set beside you on the edge of the bed.

he gently grasped your hand in his and used his other hand to rub the ends of your itchy skin. "does it hurt?" he asked, inching his thumb closer to the cream-covered area.

"sometimes, today seems to be the worst of it," you winced when he pressed his thumb down too hard. "my apologies my dearest," he whispered and placed a kiss on your cheek.

"zhongli?"

"yes my dear?"

"how can you stand the sight of me?" you whimpered, eyes glued to his thumb that traced small circles into the tender area of your itchy skin.

"i don't understand what you're asking? looking at you is a blessing of its own, my lily." he frowned, his grip on your hand grew slightly tighter.

"how can you call this a blessing?" you gestured to your forearms, shame growing on your face. zhongli tutted and cupped your face in his large hands, turning you towards him.

"you mustn't speak so ill of yourself. no words can describe how much i love looking at you, nor can they ever capture how stunning you are. despite what you see as flaws my lily, i see nothing but gold." for emphasis, he raised your burning skin to his lips and placed a tender kiss to the inside of your forearm.

"i hope one day you may see through my eyes and feel what i feel," he smiled and let you lean on his shoulder, his hand never leaving yours.

scars

pale strips of morning light painted the edges and grooves that ran along all parts of your body. in nothing but your underwear and a simple shirt, you grimaced at the deep valleys and ridges that sculpted your body, blemishes of all shapes and colors danced across your skin like stumbling ballerinas. your fingertips lingered along the ridge of a particularly nasty scar that lined your shoulder blade. it had long since healed over, and yet you hadn't. the wound still bore its pride marked onto your skin like crayon.

"if you awake to a knife at your throat, if monsters dig their claws into you, if death comes knocking at your door, call out my name. adeptus xiao. i will be here when you call."

quietly, you whispered:

"adeptus xiao."

you weren't sure what you wanted to happen when he arrived, but when he did the first thing he asked was "what happened!?" with a snarl as he manifested his polearm and burned his gaze into the scars along your body.

you were quick to reassure him that you weren't in immediate danger. silently, he put his polearm away and shied his gaze away from you, a tint of red on his cheeks.

"you...called me here to see you barely dressed?" you laughed dryly and shook your head.

"do i need a reason to see the face of my beloved?" you chided, laughing to yourself as his face darkened a shade.

"but, i also wanted to show you something." you moved closer to him, and pulled the shirt over your head. he fumbled to close his eyes but you took his hands, prying them away from his face.

"it's okay, it's not like that," you whispered. and when he finally got over his embarrassment, he recognized you were truly a sight to behold. cautiously, he moved his hand to touch the scar you'd traced over earlier with your fingers. you placed your hand over his and let him feel the deep grooves of the wound.

"who did this to you?" his voice was barely above a whisper, brows furrowed as he drank in more of your scarred skin.

"they're not important. but, i understand how unsightly i am. if you wish to cease relations-"

"why would i ever do that? it is not like your scars are a determining factor in our relationship." he intervened with a sharp voice, yet still had a quiet volume to it.

"i'm sorry for calling you when i'm not in danger, i was just getting overwhelmed by how i looked," you mumbled. he clicked his tongue and took you by the shoulders, staring straight into your eyes.

"i am more upset that you received these scars in the first place. to me there is nothing that can make you less beautiful than you already are." you hummed and leaned into his touch.

"you're so forward."

"...be quiet."

acne scars

one, two, three, four,

and a lot more.

the countless dots that littered your face acted like the audience of a circus to watch the comedic show that is your visage. the mirror you stared into became a trap and drew you in closer and closer, and you perceived more and more of the flaws on your face. small scarred dots lined your cheeks and forehead. you'd run out of the usual foundation that lisa mixed for you and wouldn't be able to receive another batch until she returned from her excursion in sumeru.

unfortunately, you had lots to tend to today that required your presence. the anxiety of having others see you without your usual covering was overwhelming and washed over your body in large waves. you hadn't noticed when jean came into the bathroom, still half asleep and hair messy.

"good morning my wind," she hummed as she wrapped her arms around your waist, leaning into your neck. when you gave no response, she looked up and grew concerned with the nervous look on your face.

"what's wrong? has something happened?" she fretted, turning your head to face her. you shook your head and sighed, "i'm all out of foundation, lisa's not around to make any more, and i've got places where i need to show my face and-" your voice caught itself in your throat, your heart began to hammer against your chest.

"hey, alright let's calm down first before we talk about anything, okay?" she spoke gently, taking your hands into hers. you nodded shakily and breathed in and out with her, the nerves beginning to settle after a while.

"i know you aren't very fond of your face," she spoke once you'd calmed down, stroking your face with the back of her hand, "but you aren't less desirable because you have marks on your face."

"i love you for you, scars and all. you've always been admirable to me and that shall never change." she thumbed your cheeks lovingly and pressed a kiss to your hand in a knightly manner.

"if you wish, i shall tend to all your matters today-"

"absolutely not, but thank you jean, i really appreciate it. and for the record, i love all of you too, even your weird bedhead," you chuckled, kissing her forehead as you moved back into the bedroom to get ready for the day, feeling a little bit more confident in yourself.

body hair

when lisa had proposed the idea of getting matching outfits, you hadn't been too opposed to it. after all, what harm could come out of a simple piece of fabric? now you were regretting your decision to leave your outfit choice in the hands of lisa.

the outfit she had chosen for you felt almost like a joke. short and scandalous it barely covered your legs and arms. how you hated the hair that coated your limbs. "what's wrong cutie? you don't like it?" lisa's face fell, the grip on your shoulders loosening a bit. frantically, you turned to her, "no! no i love it it's just..." you trailed off, unable to look her in the eye.

"i think you look fabulous! the blue really brings out your eyes darling," she cooed, fluffing up the collar of the v-neck shirt.

"b-but don't you think it's a bit too revealing? and what about...what about my hair?" you gestured to your arms, worry etched onto your face.

"your hair? whatever do you mean? i think the style you have right now looks glamorous!" lisa frowned and spun you around so you faced her. "what's really going on?" ashamed, you looked down at your exposed legs.

"my body...it's so hairy..." you mumbled, toying with the edge of the shorts. lisa tutted and took your hand, spinning you around in elegant fashion.

"and? your hair is a part of you darling, the hair on your body doesn't take away from any of your beauty. if anything it adds onto it," she pressed a kiss to your hand and pinched your cheek.

"i can only hope that one day you will come to appreciate your hair as much as i do cutie." she ran her hands up the sides of your arms in a comforting manner.

you looked in the mirror once again, the hair on your arms and legs still impeded your vision but you were beginning to see the appeal of the outfit.

"i guess it's not so bad," you sheepishly smiled, still a bit uncomfortable but slightly better than before. lisa grinned and plucked up a hat from nearby.

"and this will make it even better!" you laughed, the hair on your body no longer weighing you down as much.

date published: may 24th, 2021

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aalbedo · 3 years

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tartaglia x injured!reader

request: Hello! How about scenario where character offers help to injured!gn!reader, who is very mistrustful of and reluctant to accept it? I smh love the dynamic "no I don't want your help or anything to do with you but I don't really have a choice". And yeah, I feel like Tartaglia fits it well though you may choose whoever you feel like T v T

format: two-parter (part two here)

ship: tartaglia x reader

tags: reader is the traveler-ish (a completely separate character from aether and lumine, but still the traveler, does that make sense?)

warnings: blood, mildly graphic depiction of injury, stitches and needles

words: 1951

notes: this request awoke something in me, i feel like i could’ve written an entire 70k words fic on this if i had the energy. im sorry anon but i kinda went off the rails with this one hfjdkhfd i hope you still enjoy it. also yeah the header is mildly fucked up because i don’t have the energy to find a better png ok.

You fell to the ground, placing your hands right in a small puddle of your own blood, while a ruin hunter laid on the ground, defeated. Your legs had given in, as a sharp pain hit you through your entire left thigh. There was a large cut on your pants, through which you could see a long, bloody, wound on your skin left by the mechanical monstrosity. It wasn’t too deep, but damn if it hurt.

You squeezed your eyes closed, and let out a loud groan. Reaching a hand into your bag, you pulled out the antiseptic solution you always brought with you, and found out that the bottle was empty. You rummaged more through the bag, looking for a numbing cream, an analgesic potion, even just a remnant of a bandage, anything that could help. Nothing.

Panic started settling in your chest, you were completely alone, in the middle of Lisha, where Hilichurls could attack you at any moment, and you were injured just enough that you wouldn’t be able to walk, let alone run away or even fight. You laid down with your back to the ground and covered your face with your hands, as your palms suffocated another loud groan.

You would have to crawl all the way back to the city, or until you found someone willing to help you before fainting from the slow, but consistent, loss of blood. Or worse, dying from shock.

Suddenly, you heard a voice in the distance yell “hey!” Then a second time, with a clearly worried tone in their voice. The pain in your leg made it almost impossible for you to focus on recognizing who that voice belonged to, but it didn’t matter - you were about to finally get some help. You kept your eyes closed as you raised a hand and waved it, showing whoever your savior was where you were.

As you didn’t move from the ground, you heard steps, quickly getting closer to you, until you could feel the presence of someone right above you.

“Oh thank the Archons, I’m completely out of-” you opened your eyes and were met with two bright blue irises staring into yours, and all of the sudden you recognized the voice from before.

“Did that ruin hunter hit you?” Tartaglia was perched right next to your injured leg, already starting to open a backpack that you didn’t recognize as his. He moved his eyes to your thigh and reached out a hand towards it. You swiftly moved the leg away from him, forgetting that it would make it hurt even more, and whimpered when the pain grew.

“I don’t want help from a Harbinger, least of all you” you spat out as you slowly sat up and used your hands to back away from him.

“Stop moving, or you’ll make it worse,” he said plainly as he stood up and followed you, while you kept backing away ignoring the pain through your leg.

“I’ll lose a leg before I let the fatui help me.”

“Alright then, I guess I’ll just watch you crawl all the way back to the Harbor.” He crossed his arms. Oh, he thought he was being funny?

You kept backing away with your arms, until you felt something hard hit your back. A rather large rock was blocking your way, and you would have to crawl around it, and the young man laughed, slowly walking towards you as he took his gloves off and put them in a pocket. You tried moving sideways, but he was quick to crouch down and grab you by the ankle, the one on the injured side, right when you moved.

You inhaled and closed your eyes as a sharp pain shot through your leg. “Are you out of your mind? That hurt!”

He kept your ankle pinned to the ground. “Don’t move,” he ordered. He used his free hand to carefully move the ripped fabric of your clothes out of the way, and get a better look of your wound. You started to feel lightheaded as you saw him tear the fabric further.

You felt some sort of damp cloth on your skin,figuring it was being used to clean the blood off your injury. Tartaglia was being so careful that you could barely feel it, it seemed like he had done this a million times before. You closed your eyes, placing a hand over them, and tilted your head forward, suddenly feeling overcome with dizziness.

“You’re losing a lot of blood. If you hadn’t moved, it would not be this bad right n-” he interrupted himself and he called your name. “You still with me?”

“Mh- huh-uh” you started feeling uneasy. You opened your eyes slightly and caught a glimpse of the wound and immediately looked away. So much blood.

“Stay awake, don’t close your eyes again.” You heard a ruffling of fabric, the damp cloth wasn’t on your skin anymore. “Tell me about the Archons.”

“What?”

“Tell me all of the Archons’ names and their elements,” he repeated. You couldn’t figure out why he wanted you to tell him, but you followed his order, keeping your eyes away from your wound, and instead fixating on the grass beneath you. You were feeling too dizzy to protest, your only choice was to trust him, despite all of your instincts yelling at you to get away from him.

“Okay, there’s... Barbatos, god of Anemo.” You heard more fabric rustling coming from him, but you refused to look at what he was doing.

“Yes, then?”

The dizziness was still overwhelming, but you managed to keep talking, “Morax, god of Geo.” Clinking of glass, probably bottles. “Tsaritsa, goddess of Cryo.”

“Mh-mh.” He sounded… focused. What was he doing?

“Baal, goddess of- Fuck!” The skin around the wound started burning, and so did the wound itself. You bit your lip hard and groaned as the burning kept going on and on, your skin was itching and for a split second it was almost unbearable. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Antiseptic potion,” he replied plainly. “I had to find a way to distract you or you wouldn’t have let me use it.”

“Bastard.” Your skin kept burning, but you slowly got used to the pain as you watched the clear potion sizzling over your still open wound.

He barked a laugh, “I’m trying to help you over here, you’re very welcome.”

You looked at his hands as he skillfully kept cleaning your wound, now there was way less blood coming out and you were starting to feel slightly more at easy. He lifted his head and looked right into your eyes.

“It’s not too deep, but it would probably be better if I stitched it.”

“You sound like you’ve done this before.”

“Of course I have, you think these healed themselves?” he asked, pointing at the seemingly long scar that started from the base of his neck and went down under his shirt. “At some point you have to learn how to stitch them up yourself.”

You exhaled deeply, still keeping your eyes on his. You realized that his irises resembled the starconches you had seen laid in the sand of Yaoguang Shoal’s beaches.

“Do you have an anaesthetic something to make the stitching hurt less, at least?”

He looked into the bag, moving things around, as if he had no idea what was actually inside the backpack. So it definitely wasn’t his.

He shook his head, pursing his lips slightly. “No, sorry.”

“It’s…” you pondered over it. You would probably have to go all the way to Bubu pharmacy to get an anaesthetic, and on the way there you might lose even more blood. “It’s okay.”

From his backpack, that you hadn’t realized was laid on the ground by your feet, he pulled out a small tin box, and from the box he took out an interestingly shaped needle, recurved like a crescent moon, then a pair of tweezers and a thread so thin you could barely see it.

Just by looking at the needle, you felt uneasy again. “Are you sure we can’t go to the Harbour and get help there?”

“We can do that, if that’s what you prefer, but I would have to carry you - I doubt you could walk at all right now.”

Somehow, the embarrassment of other people seeing you being carried, bridal style, by Tartaglia was stronger than any pain you might have to go through to get these stitches done.

“Fuck it, do it. But be quick.”

“I will try my best,” he said, and his tone sounded genuine to you. You still couldn’t believe you were trusting him like this, after everything he had done to you. “Try to think about something else, focus on anything but the stitches, it’ll hurt less.” He passed the thread through the needle’s hole with surprising skill.

“Okay, uh-” you watched him hover the needle over your skin, probably thinking about the fastest and least painful way to do the job. You moved your gaze from the open would to look at his face, and his expression seemed calm enough to put you somewhat at ease.

His lips were slightly parted and you noticed that he was biting his own tongue, the amount of focus he was putting into helping you was so intriguing to you, you could have never had imagined that he would be so… caring. At least not to you.

You suddenly felt the needle prick through your skin and you whimpered slightly. “Sorry,” he quickly said, before using the tweezers to make the needle pass through your skin and grab it again on the other end.

He repeated the process a few times, slowly pulling the thread every now and then to make the stitch tighter. You observed him the entire time, his eyes quickly darting from one spot to the other, his nose and mouth breathing at a steady pace. You saw him scrunch up his nose a few times, probably to release tension.

Each stitch hurt, you could feel the entire needle pass through your skin and come out again every single time, but you didn’t protest at all, and instead focused on counting the freckles on Tartaglia’s nose bridge, watching the muscles under his skin move every time he swallowed, and carding your fingers through the grass, accidentally ripping some every now and then.

“Done,” you heard him say in an unexpectedly cheerful tone. “I have some bandages, but I don’t think they’re enough for this large of a cut. Though, now that it’s stitched up, it’s probably safe for you to move, and I can help you get to the Harbor where you can buy some numbing potion and bandages.”

You looked down at the wound, and to your relief the stitches looked like they would hold together pretty well. “Sure, I think I can hop for a while, if you hold me.”

He picked up both his and your bag, putting them over his shoulder, then reached out a hand towards you and you realized just how bloody his hands were, as well as his clothes. You grabbed it with your own bloody hand and slowly stood up, placing your weight on the healthy leg. He placed your arm around his shoulders and put his own behind your back, holding you up.

“Ready to go?”

“Mh-mh.” You started walking in the direction of the Harbor, hopping on one leg while Tartaglia held you up.

“Whose backpack is that?” you tried asking.

“Honestly? No idea.”

“What were you doing here in Lisha, anyway?”

“Just some Fatui business, don’t worry about it,” he quickly dismissed your question.

“Always so secretive.”

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Return to Me [Klaus x Reader]

Klaus couldn't shake that terrible memory, such a deep regret. Three years ago, the night of the Great Collapse, everything about that night haunted him. Especially his last words to you, the last he had seen you.

<"[Name]! Go! We can hold him off for 1 minute and 40 seconds. Eliminate that dog and get back to us."

"Right!"

You had run off without hesitation. Right into Bradury Central.>

Klaus shuddered, guilt and regret overwhelmed him as he looked at his computer screen.

Steven's phone ringing broke the silence, and Klaus's mental storm.

"Hm? What is it Leo?" Steven was listening intently as Klaus watched, "Again? Klaus and I will be there shortly. Just don't panic."

Steven turned to Klaus, "Leo says Zapp was hit by an armored truck and flown to a hospital. But all of them were full, until a new one appeared."

Klaus couldn't hide his confusion, "You don't think its...?"

Klaus suddenly couldn't finish his sentence, instead standing abruptly and heading for the door. Steven sighed and followed behind him, Steven sincerely hoped it was, and that you were okay.......for Klaus's sake.

Standing out in front of the main building was nearly impossible for Klaus. He desperately wanted to run in and find you, make sure you were alright. Yet, he had to stay calm, for everyone's sake.

You had stuck with the hospital just case, these past three years were difficult on you. Separated from your lover, the only human really left....awake that is, and with your previous knowledge on arcane and supernatural occurrences and beings, you were heading the testing on these spores.

Yet, you couldn't help but miss Klaus, dearly. You didn't expect him to really wait around for you. And in all honesty if he had moved on, you'd be fine with that. As long as he was happy, you'd live. But you still missed him.

The door behind you opened, jarring your thoughts.

"What's this?"

A familiar voice demanded your attention. Were they really here? How? You were really back on the Earth you remembered.

"So that son of a bitch is sure to come and collect."

You picked up your notes and stepped from behind the middle column of the cocoon structure, "Doctor, language."

Dr. Estevez looked miniscule next to the two familiar men in the door. You really wanted to throw yourself at Klaus, but if you had resurfaced, then the danger was far from over.

Klaus knew that better than anyone. His heart still ached, so many questions burned in his mind. Director Magra de Grana hadn't mentioned you at all in his recount of the events, just a "huma who was already very knowledgeable", Klaus didn't want to get his hopes too high that it was you.

It didn't take long for the danger to come knocking however, the demon dog was back for his prey.

Between yourself and Dr. Estevez, it was simple work. Your Marionette Blood Threads kept the beast from hitting Zapp and allowed for easier Phantom Surgery.

"You need to work on your poker face, Fido."

"WHAT! You jerks! You think you're gonna get away with treating me like this?"

"Treating you? That's pretty rich coming from the creep that's been sucking the life out of my patients."

Klaus had to rush in as a Blood Breed descended, cutting Dr.Estevez off and scolding her. Between yourself and Klaus handling offensive distraction, Leonardo was able to get the name of the Blood Breed without Steven needing to defend him.

With the demon dog's remains being examined and the spore based cocoons being carefully dismantled, you had nothing left to really tend to at the hospital.

Klaus stood just outside, patiently waiting for the happy reunion he had (not so secretly) yearned for these past three years.

He couldn't help but stare as you walked out, stopping right in front of him.

"Sorry, I wasn't able to make it back in a minute and 40 secon--!"

Klaus suddenly cut you off with an insanely tight hug, it didn't hurt, but you had a feeling it would take more than a crowbar to pry him off. Not that you wanted to.

"You're back." It hurt your heart to hear his voice crack like that, "That's all the matters right now."

Klaus was dangerously close to tears, especially once your arms wrapped around him.

"We have a lot to catch up on."

#bbb #kekkai sensen #kkss #klaus von reinherz #twist the knife #i'm not apologizing #little cannon rework #might do this again for other things

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