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Carroigne (Bird creature / plague doctor creature) He/They/It x Anonymous Reader (Sfw)

( An scp inspired story, I luff plague doctor creatures and took a stab at making one of my own! I hope you enjoy! :3c Tis Floofy writing hours again wheeeeee💖)

Your job had begun easy enough. Working as a janitor in a top secret facility. With a keyring of important items that consisted of your ID badge and multiple personnel keycards. Accessing just about any level required your ID, a keycard, a number of passwords, a retinal scan, and sometimes even a list of security questions to get into certain spaces. Within your time working for said non-disclosed facility, you have signed a folders worth of waivers, and disclaimers. Many personnel lived within the building while they weren’t on vacation and you were no exception. Your little home away from home space held folders bursting full of paperwork.

That was just from working a small janitorial job. You couldn’t imagine what kind of work loads the clinical lab coat wearing scientists had to deal with on a daily basis. Many things were kept on a need to know basis, and you were the last to know about a lot of things. Still, that didn’t exactly deter you from this job. The money and the roof over your head was convincing enough to have you keep updating the necessary forms you needed to have to stay at the facility.

You took your mop and cart of supplies past heavy steel doors with windows that looked in on an assortment of inhuman beings. The hallway's bright sterile lighting hurt your eyes when first entering the “dorms”. A few of the menagerie of creatures would press their faces against the glass, jaws working in an attempt to say something to you past the barrier.

"It's no place for sympathy," You had been briefed, "Many of these monsters would happily take the opportunity to tear you limb from limb."

You would recite those words in your head as you walked by the rows of containment units.

Yet as you look back now, that was the first mistake you ended up making.

Engaging.

Past the slithering forest of tendrils, gleaming eyes in shadowy corners, and aquatic creatures that floated suspended in the water, among them sat a humanoid shape at a simple table and chair. Something both strange yet familiar that sat out of place.

It was like looking at a Halloween decoration, an animatronic that sat amongst all the other oddities. It could have almost been laughable, back then. Like a prank someone had set up in the room and left for the other workers to stumble upon. The being was swathed in dark clothes, with black leather gloves, a victorian cloak, dark pants down to the knee-high boots with silver buckles. The outfit gave no hint at the skin underneath, even its face was adorned with a mask that obscured their visage. The mask itself resembles a plague doctor’s, with the long pointed beak, and dark glass where the eyes would be. The material was hard and better quality, than what you would find compared to the halloween costumes that mimicked the look. Black leather, with neat stitches that ran around the entirety of the mask. Metal rims inlaid around the round glass lenses.

You had stopped, to peer at the figure inside the room. It had sat so still, like a life sized doll. You were just about to move on, before one gloved hand raised up in a silent wave.

You had stood transfixed on the spot, eyebrows knitting together. You tilted your head, and the being on the other side of the glass mimicked you. The beaked mask resembled more and more like a wide glossy eyed bird. You shuddered, and backed away.

After that one day, whenever you traversed that corridor you could feel eyes watching you intently as you passed. Many times you couldn't help but to turn your head. Though you already knew who it was, typically they sat upon a chair. Hands clasped over a crossed knee. On one occasion you had jumped nearly out of your skin. Seeing the beaked figure inches away from the glass, a piece of paper pressed against the wall with its fingers.

"I have not seen you here before, are you new?" The letters scrawled in a spidery cursive. You felt chills creep up and down your spine, you looked around the deserted passageway, before giving a brief nod. With a flourish of their hand, they produced a fountain pen from their breast pocket. However, whatever spell that had kept you in place was dissolving. You had moved on while they had begun to write something. Taking nervous glances around you as you had sheepishly gone about your business.

The facility had many rules and regulations about the different creatures and anomalies that lay housed inside. After your shift you had sat cross-legged on your bed, flipping through the files you had the authorization to see. Chewing on your bottom lip as you ran your fingers through a thick stack of papers again and again.

Nothing.

There wasn’t any information on the so-called plague doctor. You could only guess that this particular being wasn’t one that was accessible for cleaning personnel. You unceremoniously dropped the stack of papers to the floor. Laying back in the small bed that took up half your living quarters.

You turned this way and that, laying with your hands clasped over your stomach, your eyes trained on the ceiling. This knowledge did very little to clear your conscience. While this being wasn’t one that you were briefed on, that didn’t indicate that they weren’t a threat. Your mind was an ocean of twisting thoughts, you had previously heard accounts of people spiraling into insanity just by hearing some of these strange creatures speak. Your knuckles balling into uneasy fists as you gripped your blanket.

Sleep was uneasy, with many rounds of jolting awake between dreaming. By morning you were exhausted, slumping forward out of bed to head out to the mess hall.

You were greeted by the sight of a bustling space. The clamorous cacophony of voices that were making small talk during breakfast making your head spin. It felt as though you were still dreaming. Grabbing a cup of coffee and a try, wading through the line until you found a seat.

“Unit 1779336 of the Janitorial department?”

You raised your head groggily, close to dozing only moments before, yet you stiffened to sit up straighter. Your eyes falling to the badges of a military uniform.

“Sir?”

“Hate to take you away from your breakfast so early in the morning, but you and I have some things that need to be discussed.”

You feel your chest tighten as you move to stand. The man in front of you stood with his hands clasped behind his back. A stocky man with a neat salt and pepper beard, and piercing green eyes.

You could feel curious gazes directed at you as you walked. You Hunched your shoulders defensively as you trailed behind the uniformed man. You were led down a series of corridors into a large circular office. The man’s wide shoulders slopped as he let out a heavy sigh. He settled down at his desk and tapped a folder on the polished table top.

“You’ve been requested for a promotion.” He said grimly. “This isn't a standard issue. . . but this is a special case.”

You nodded, as a weighty silence hung in the air. He took off his hat, running a hand through his slick backed hair.

“How much do you know about Caroigne?”

“P-pardon?” You inquired, the man’s expression turning stormy as his eyebrows wrinkled his brow.

“Caroigne, the so called “in-house doctor” as it likes to call itself,” He growls “That bastard seems to know an awful lot about you.”

“But I— Sir, I’ve never spoken to—“

His green eyes flashed, and your voice died in your throat. He pauses to take a tempering breath through his nose. Then he pushes the manilla folder towards you across the desk. You glance from him to the manilla, before nervously flipping it open.

In that same spidery hand, that you remember seeing on a scrap of paper, was written your full name. The one you had been sworn to relinquish while you were inside the facility, your age, your job, and a short synopsis of your medical records. There was a smaller footnote underneath the scrawl.

“This subject would be an ideal companion for me while I am enjoying my stay at your facilities.”

“Subject,” You mouth faintly, before staring up at the man, “Y-you’re j-joking. . . r-right?”

He crosses his arms, glowering at you, “Caroigne has refused to speak with all scientists and attendants. If they are willing to speak with you, then it’s a risk we’re willing to take. I will get you the necessary papers you need to have, and you will start in two days.”

Fragility hit you like a freight train, how easily replaceable you were if things were to go sour. The feeling of having the air punched from your lungs continued after you had taken your new briefing papers. The last words of wisdom he had threatened in a grave timber.

“Whatever you do, don’t talk about illnesses in front of it, don’t let it know there is anyone sick, or if you yourself feel ill. Not unless you want to be the new cadaver we have to drag from its room.”

You sat curled into a corner of your bedroom. Legs tucked into your chest as you stared numbly into space.

Those two days were days where you barely left your room. They were spent between reading over your assigned documents and sleeping. The times you did leave your dorm room, there were guards stationed outside of your door to discourage any plans of leaving. You had broken down and cried in the bathroom on that last night, the sleeve of your shirt between your teeth to muffle your sobs.

You stood between two soldiers carrying assault rifles. Your eyes blinked painfully from the tears you hadn’t been able to stop. Head pounding with an ache as you were led into an interrogation room. You entered alone, finding doctor Caroigne already sitting across the table.

“Well hello there~ How delightful that you and I finally get a chance to spea— Oh, oh dear you aren’t looking very well at all.”

You blink at the blurry figure in front of you. Compared to the other people you had encountered the past few days, this was a voice that was filled with what sounded like genuine worry. You swallowed hard, eyes turning to look at the papers in front of you, shuffling them nervously.

“I-I’m fine.” You breathed, “You are. . .”

“Doctor Caroigne dear, but you may just call me Caroigne. And I suppose you’ll want to know my pronouns, that is the new rage nowadays.” they chuckle benignly, “I don’t think I have ever had the pleasure of having any, many scientists in this facility call me a ‘he’ in any case. I truly don’t mind what you choose, but it’s best not to upset the other doctors in this facility. Between you and me, they are dreadfully foul tempered.”

A weak smile graces your lips before it disappears. “You seem to know your way around the staff.”

Caroigne folds their fingers together, tapping his thumbs against each other.

“You could consider me to be somewhat of a flexible individual. One does not simply settle into their surroundings without some difficulty. However, I am proud to say that I have managed quite well.”

You paused, frowning at the papers in your hands, you were going to have to be more direct with these questions. After a moment of hesitation you finally relented, “How. . . did you get my information?”

“Ah, I am assuming ‘they’ would like to know?”

Your eyes slowly moved from your papers to watch them.

Caroigne bobs their masked head in the direction of the dark one way viewing windows.

“I. . . I would also like to know.” You mused softly.

“Hm. . . “ A pause before they give a tsking noise, a tone between amusement and disappointment. “I can’t be giving away all my secrets.”

Your eyebrows furrow, “But,” He says, raising a finger, “I might be able to part with a few of them, for a small price, a token, if you will.”

“And that price would be. . .”

“Oh nothing taxing,” Caroigne huffs, “This,” He spreads his arms, “Is all that I require. It’s been so long since I have talked to someone. Truly talked to someone. Tis a breath of fresh air. As a beast of science myself, I do not mind the others, but all they want to do is batter me with questions, questions, questions. It is that, or I dare say isolation.”

You bobbed you head wordlessly, as the doctor took a breath and continued.

“Furthermore, I liked the look about you, curious, inquisitive, I like that.” They chuckle warmly, “I have a bit of a nose myself~” They joked as they tapped at the mask's beaked visage.

The first meeting was odd. The doctor was well mannered if not very chatty. They asked many questions about yourself, where you had grown up, your childhood. You spent a great deal of time stepping around its questions and asking ones of your own. It had felt stiff with politeness at first, but it had become more natural the longer you talked.

When you had been finally taken and led away, Caroigne impressed just how lovely it had been to chat. Wishing you well, and eager to speak again. Back in your room, you looked back at his case folder, picking up the single photo that was in your file. It was a picture of Caroigne hovering over a mutilated corpse and holding a pen and clipboard. Blood smattering the walls and floor, as the guard had tried to defend themselves. You shuddered, placing the photo back into the folder, the image facing down. It was proof to remember, that no matter how kindly this being seemed, they were dangerous.

You had to be careful.

And you were! For a time. It fell into a routine, a weekly dance the two of you had. You asked him questions and he asked you things as well. You talked about your work, and the folks you missed at home. Somewhere along the way, you could notice yourself changing, the way you talked to them. Less sterilely polite, and more heart. You would laugh at the jokes they had tossed your way, and you spoke more sincerity than you had expected.

Then one day, you messed up.

You hadn’t felt well that day. The beginning of a headache pulsed across your forehead. You settled down at the other side of the table. Cariogne had leaned forward, “And how are you my dear?”

It was just a simple slip up, an off-handed comment. One derived from familiarity and not caution.

“Oh, I’m doing alright, I just have a little bit of a headache.”

You could feel the room go deathly still, “A. . . headache you say?” The calm voice drifted behind the mask. The room fell into pin drop silence as you realized the mistake you just made. Then began a tapping, a sudden drumming of the doctors fingers against the table of the interrogation room. They sat unmoving except for those fingers. The rhythmic tone was the only thing that showed a sudden change in their mood. An almost strained kind of excitement, like a cat ready to pounce.

“What. . . kind of headache, tension? An oncoming migraine, perhaps?” Their voice was casual, off-handed even. But your eyes were transfixed on the four fingers of his right hand.

“T-tension,” You replied, flinching as your voice cracked. You could already feel your pulse begin to quicken as gooseflesh began to creep up your arms. With all the briefing you had done, and reading his file countless times. Going over the information just before you left for these visits, the simplest most easiest rule to remember.

“Ah.” His hand froze, before his hands steepled themselves together.

“I see,”

You nodded your head jerkily, looking away, your eyes scanned the sealed room.

“I see, I see,” He muses, his voice sounding much closer than before. “Our little visits must put a strain on you, I hadn’t realized that.”

You hadn’t seen him get up, and they had moved across the table to stand across from in a blink of an eye. You hadn’t even had a chance to pull away. He leaned down, almost hovering on top of you.

“I wish to impress this upon you, little fledgling, you truly have nothing to worry about.”

The gloved hand touches your chin, raising your head up to stare back at the mask.

You begin to blink back tears as you watch little dots of laser light blink all over his form.

He turns his head, not aware of the sudden change of atmosphere, examining your face until there is a bark from one of the guards behind you.

“Release them Carriogne, and we won’t have to use force,”

He turns his attention away from you finally, “. . . That is quite rude.” The doctor scoffed, “I had known there was someone listening in to our chats. Haven’t you chaps heard of privacy?” He retracts his hand and you can breathe again. Taking the distraction to push out your chair, hastily stepping backward until you reach the threshold. The guards in their heavily armored uniforms push past you to get a clearer aim.

“He’s out of his cuffs again,” One of the soldiers shouted back to the main guard.

“Well, of course I am,” The doctor quipped cheerfully, “I told you they don’t work. I don’t know why you keep trying to use them.”

“That’s enough humor for one day doctor,” Another of the security personnel grunted, tension coloring his voice, “Make a note that the silver handcuffs have no effect, we’ll have to try a different pair next time.”

“Alright, alright, I’m going, no need to cause a fuss.” The doctor huffs, his calm voice sounded only mildly harassed, due to the circumstances. He is jostled out of the interrogation room at gunpoint. He turns his head towards you, sounding apologetic.

“I’m so sorry my dear, for this abrupt change of plans. I also apologize for these men, the lot of them could do with a lesson in manners. . . I would see to it myself but I don’t suppose that would do me personally any favors. I shall see you anon, next week at the latest. If they allow me.”

You don’t respond, but rather watch him being led away. Your heart hammering in your throat, and only finding the energy to sob until you fell into a crumpled heap on your bed. You weren’t sure how close of a shave that could have been.

Due to the events of the last appointment, you were briefly taken off of doctor Caroigne’s appointed meetings. However, word leaked through the grapevine that the doctor hadn’t taken the news well. The whole right wing of the facility had gone on a code red lockdown as they had muscled his way past a squad of guards, sending one of them to the hospital with shattered ribs.

There were about three weeks of bated breath after the lockdown, when things were quiet and you hadn’t heard word of any one being reassigned to Caroigne. Then an envelope had been thrust into the small mail slot in your door, and your heart sank.

You had gone from being a nobody, happy to clean and do janitorial tasks. Avoiding high risk jobs, to now being an imperative piece in dealing with a high risk entity.

Bright lights beating down from above as you were acutely aware of your footsteps. Your breath sounded loud and unnatural in your ears. When the room came into view you saw Carroigne, no simple handcuffs with time, but a full body straight jacket, mingled with heavy metal chains that were also wrapped across their form.

“Y-y-you’ve been a bad birdie,” Your voice shook slightly as you whispered the words, sitting down at the table.

Caroigne’s chains shifted around them as they gave a bemused shrug, “Why, I would contest to this, but I fear, perhaps you are alright. Is the chap in the hospital doing alright? I could take a look at him,”

You shook your head, “He is alright, he is being looked after.”

“Hm.”

“. . . How can you be so calm about this?”

“Should I not be?” The strange masked face tilts, “Perhaps I also should not overlook the fact that I am held here against my will.”

You feel your expression falling. “I. . . I don’t think I can do this, I’m s-sorry.” You had begun to get up, signaling to the guards that you wanted to conclude the session.

“Wait— Mon cher-“

Caroigne must have moved too quickly for the guards' liking. As the door opened and two guards stepped inside the space weapons raised.

You glance back before your eyes go wide. An inhuman noise comes from behind you. You are roughly pushed behind the guards. You let out a strained noise as a clawed hand shoots forward, a wrenching of strained metal and tearing fabric. The hand itself was scaly and ribbed like a birds, past that the skin was dark with veiny irregular skin. Keloid bumps are peppered up the arm and a small smattering of feathers like a molting bird.

“Stop, stop, STOP!” You realize you were the one screaming, voice high and frantic trying to push past the guards. As they opened fire upon Carriogne, his stance hunkering down to shed the cloth to ribbons and toss it aside. The next moment you were alone, the two guards in the room and the others that were trying to rush inside, had been knocked over like a set of bowling pins. You reacted by freezing, covering your face with your hands as a shadow looms over you.

You could hear more inhuman noises above you, a clicking sound making your ears ring. You let out a shuddering breath of air, keeping your hands pressed tightly to your face. Like the mentality of a child afraid of what lurked in the dark, if I don’t look, it can’t see me or can’t hurt me.

The softness of a glove caressed your cheek. Your knees buckling as you are coaxed against a velvety form.

Worker Update

Worker ID Number: 1779336

Previous Position: Janitor

New Position as of September 8th 2021: Interrogatee of entity 275

Status: Employee Terminated

Reason: Unknown Disappearance

!: Emergency Update as of August 6th 2023

Disappearance of entity 275, site wide lock down initiated.

Entity was last seen with employee 1779336, recovery of both Entity 275 and 1779336 is in progress. Any sightings of either should be immediately reported to C. Ivan Willowicke, head of security.

#YOU DUN GOT ATTACTCHED #They told you 'not that bad don't do that'#and you did it anyway like >:3 #if you ever get rescued birb babe is just a ball of chains with their beak peeking out #like oopsie you got me officer #I kissed the hooman and got jail time #plague doctor monster x reader #plague doctor monster x human #bird monster x reader #bird monster x human #I also kind picture them doing a Howl kind of thing with their feathers =o #which makes my brain go ✨️

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theloveinc · 4 days

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Asking you to talk more on sukuna nd feet 😛😛

of COURSE !!!

I'm just still stuck on thinking about Sukuna being HELLA ancient and that really only coming through his ... sexual preferences, and by extension... his preferences for the body, right? Which ik we're thinking is his liking for the body as it comes naturally, naked and untouched and etc...

SO, it makes perfect sense that he loves a nicely done-up foot because ... even if you're wearing clothes, a healthy looking, decorated foot is one way to show off the quality of your body without sacrificing much of your integrity, or the appearance of that specific body part... for EXAMPLE:

You can be wearing whatever kind of clothing you want, but with a beautiful mani-pedi and nice shoes, people look at you and KNOW you take care of your skin !!!

And for Sukuna, that's literally... nut-worthy automatically. That his woman is so cared for she, not only has hands, but FEET too, that instead of showing the affects of hard work on them... are pampered beyond belief and always look delicious.

Even if you do use your hands for work, or have hands that show that kind of hard work on them, the second Sukuna attaches himself to you, that's one of the first things he demands you fix (by paying for your spa appointments, of course)... and ain't no way in hell he's taking no for an answer.

(I don't even think it's something he cares about until he realizes he can care about it. He's just chilling, living his best, king-of-curses life... and then one day he notices you putting lotion on your heels before bed and the next time your legs are in the air, he's pressing your feet to his face. Or you put on an anklet just for the day and he doesn't let you take it off ever again, ONLY ever change it so he can hear the sound of it jingle when he's fucking you better. Or you come home with white toenails after a pedicure with your friends and suddenly he's kissing your toes before he eats you out every. single. time. No brain ONLY boner from there on out.)

When he finally gets into the groove, tho (or in an automatic, non-curse AU), Sukuna is definitely picky about what kinds of designs and colors you get during mani-pedis. It's so weird of him because he's a full on evil CURSE, but I know he's walking into that salon right along with you and not just watching your toes get scrubbed and painting, but helping you pick out the colors and diamonds too....

He scrutinizes your poor nail tech sooo hard, one of those guys who takes off from the tip immediately if they accidentally nick you with the clippers, or file something a little too roughly. His inspection face is so funny, because even though he's supposed to be there spending time with YOU, his eyes are on your tootsies the whole time (like a freak).

You can convince him to let you get fun colors (and tbh, you ARE the one who put him onto including crystals or doing frenchies in the first place), but I know he's a such a particular man when it comes to making sure your nail colors are ALWAYS elegant. Loves a classic nude or pink, sometimes lets you experiments with white or a couple crystals... but the whole point is that he never has to see your feet covered again, only ever decorated and in strappy-heels for the rest of TIME.

(And don't even get me started on how much he gets off on watching you do your skincare, too. Anything to do with taking care of your body he loves, adores, is obsessed with; you doing your hair. Putting on your lotion or oils. Washing yourself, your leg up on the side of the bathtub.

Plus, he never wants to see you in makeup or shaving or anything of the sort. He only wants you bare and raw the way you were made... and yes that means he will buy you ¥50000 korean skincare essence but refuse to buy you foundation from the convenience store.)

THANK U FOR ASKING, ANON, LOVE U!

#sukuna #he drives me INSANEEEEE #his preferences are balls to the wall insane i love it about him tho #was just gonna say that i got all into thinking abt this bc i was looking at clothes from the heian period (1000 years ago japan...#like when he was born)#and like. feet were some of the only body parts openly displayed and not under layers #so i think thats where the foot thing comes from at the berry least #god if he could have it his way the only thing you'd be wearing is body chains and vaseline LOL bootie out 24/7 #i'd be fully down tho #anon #caitie things #gen

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sukunasstarlight · 6 days

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I THINK A DUDE IN THE GROCERY STORE JUST FLIRTED WITH ME????

#HE HAD KURAPIKA CHAINS TATTED SO WE GOT TO TALKING ABT CLASSIC ANIME #AND WE GOT TO DRAGON BALL AND DUDE JUST RANDOMLY GOES ‘I’d be your boku if you’d be my chi-chi’ THEN JUST??? PAYS AND WALKS OUT???????#HELLO?????????????#i. am still computing i think. Me??? flirted with??? ME???????#shouting in the void

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haxorus612 · 27 days

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actually i'm going to list it here too sdlkfjsd

How i would personally "fix" the arknights "meta" *meta defined here as operators whose kits i personally find unbalanced or too powerful in a way that's unhealthy for the game. i will give no opinion on operators who are strong but i like sdklfjs

Eyjafjalla: she just does the entire job of splash casters while half the cost, either with her s2 or s3. unfortunately, that is also her entire identity as a unit. the real solution wouldn't be to change eyja, it'd be to make splash casters stronger as an archetype. barring that: s3: instead of hitting up to 6 enemies, it only hits 1 enemy at random, but it also deals a bit of splash damage, (1/2 or less) like her s2. to compensate for reducing dps by approximately 83%, the sp cost should be lowered and the duration increased to put it on equal footing with more modern skills. typhon deals >120k with her s3 at a 40 sp cost...

Silverash: he just does (did) way too much damage with his s3. like, did you watch how everyone dropped him nearly immediately after ch'alter's release? what about mlynar? he has more things he can do, technically, but the damage was always the main draw. take it away and those other niches become more interesting s3: halve the attack buff and drop the defense reduction. ideally, it would turn entirely into a support skill: instead of dealing huge damage himself, he'd apply a small fragile against all enemies that he's hit, then a much larger fragile to all invisible enemies within range. i'd even make it explicitly not buff his own damage

Thorns: same as silverash, except instead of just raw damage, he's just too dang convenient. range + damage + regen? the damage is the biggest draw, and the main way he stays alive: the enemies can't hurt you if they're dead. s3: does not double stats, doesn't last forever. instead, it'd be sick if it worked like blaze's module. first activation, it just gives the normal stats, second, it gives him a large defense boost, third, he gets resistance, fourth, his regen lasts even while attacking, etc etc. maybe it still does last forever, but you have to activate it 4 or 5 times first. thus killing the damage and convenience, but making him a very interesting pure laneholder

Skadi the Corrupting Heart: kills the entire bard class, and most of the medic class. her s2 combining healing, attack boost, and a defense boost is ridiculous role compression and convenience compared to the inconvenience of using sora, aak, or warfarin's comparable skills. s2: literally all you have to change is give it a limited duration. lower the SP cost a lot, give it a pretty long duration, maybe buff it a bit, and it'd still be useful.

Surtr: i've talked a lot (not here?) about how removing any piece of surtr's kit would instantly make her pretty reasonable. it's a combination of so many powerful abilities all on one skill that add together into a monster. s3: halve the attack buff, but add a stronger version of her s2's condition that deals bonus damage to singular targets. reduce target count, and raise the speed of HP loss. instead of capping at 60 seconds, 40-50 would be more reasonable. between the slow start HP drain and her invulnerability talent, she actually gets ~34 seconds with no healing support at all, which is quite good even on such a long timer. she'd still be fantastic between her res ignore and invulnerability talent, and she could still kill bosses (as long as you clear out the vicinity) she'd just be a bit harder to use.

Ch'en the Holungday: extremely boring kit. she gets ammo, the best mechanic, and all her skills do the exact same thing. if it were up to me i'd just remove her from the game sdlkfjs, or replace her with a more thematic ch'en alter. something to do with liberation and respect rather than. waterguns. ch'en defender alter that mirrors hoshiguma, ch'en caster or medic that forces her to really approach fighting from a different angle. as it stands though, fixing her is stupid easy s3: remove "attacks deal two hits". also, lower the ammo and ammo consumption respectively. she'd still be a monster, true AOE crowd control + defense ignore + massive damage is a great combination, but that sheer damage is the reason people build her.

Młynar: i fucking hate this guy so much. great character. he's an excellent shithead foil to nearl's impossible heroics, but as a kit he's atrocious. he outclasses his own skills for no reason. there are 3 skill slots, but for some reason the 3rd skill always gets a dozen extra lines s3: literally just remove the line "increase trait effect to 2x" and it's fine. very, very strong, but much more fine. personally, i would also change his extra damage from true to arts to be more consistent with tequila. no i do not think the thematic synergy with nearlter is worth it. she shouldn't have true damage either. blemishine made do with arts damage and you can too.

Texas the Omertosa: in contrast, an interesting and cool kit that you can really tell they tried to balance. her s2 isn't totally outclassed by her s3, they both have different, interesting roles to play. the numbers are also deceptively small. i would suggest only removing her "texas tradition" talent. it's just so impossibly versatile. you can use it as a bomb by dropping her on a weak enemy next to a strong enemy, you can nearly double her skill timer by dropping her on an elite while another important enemy is walking into range, you can even use it as a pseudo-revive. she'd still be absolutely busted without it, but you'd need to play a little more carefully.

Kirin R Yato: honestly i don't think she's that bad. i know she's like, busted, but she's got plenty of weaknesses. if i was going to nerf her, though? s2: lower the attack buff from 150% to 120%. when the skill level is less than 7, it reduces her attack instead of increasing it. s3: lower the attack buff a little. the amount of enemies that it's stupid strong against is so low that it isn't a huge problem.

Typhon: the fact that her kit has a lot of self-nerfing features is a really good sign. she's still very strong, but there's enough situations where she sucks that you can't throw her into every team composition. s3: increase SP cost. ammo + low SP cost is unreasonably versatile. give us one or another trade-off, please

Myrtle: look, it's kind of their fault. vanguards are barely necessary in the game modes that all but force you to use them. she's "strong", but only because vanguards are a weird bit of half-baked game design. to fix vanguards, you need to rebalance the entire game. let me propose two off-the-cuff solutions - make natural DP gen go down instead of up, you lose the map/lose HP seals if it hits zero. vanguards can be deployed for free (limited # of times?), generate passive DP and also generate heaps more DP. - DP does not generate naturally without a vanguard on the field, once they all die or leave the field it resets to zero. vanguards don't cost deployment limit, and can be repositioned for "free" once or twice per deployment. both of these add severe punishments for not having and not protecting your vanguards, which would fix the problem, but make the game way less fun. honestly, i think it's fine the way it is. i mostly use vanguards to open on certain maps before the enemies have time to move, therefore making it less "you need vanguards to play" and more "you can use vanguards to do very specific strategies"

anyway here are some of my meta thoughts. if you work for hypergryph just leave this on the CEO's desk and i'm sure they'll all be implemented by tomorrow. tysm.

#bagpipe's military tradition is too strong #but it's also really cool and enables a lot of fun play so #who's to say if it's good or bad sdlkfjsd #arknights #kal'tsit is also too strong. but like. she deserves it. and taking up two deployment slots is a pretty big ball-and-chain #exusiai forced them to add heaps of defense to all enemies #just like how nearly everything is immune to silence because of lappland sdlkjfs #but it does mean that the few enemies you can use those statuses on are all the sweeter.#not a great trade-off but it's fine. it works.#saria and shu are both very strong #but i don't think they're *too* strong #if mlynar is exponentially stronger than tequila then saria is not that much stronger than gummy #nearl the radiant knight probably shouldn't be a robot #but like. it's whatever. worse things have happened #ling is ridiculous. but she's a lot of fun to use sldkfjsdf #goldenglow is probably overtuned? if the rest of these operators were less busted i would care more #anyway this is why i can't move on from arknights slkdjfsd #i've got these thoughts constantly running through my head #and they keep making new awesome units like shu that turn the meta on its head. it's great.#ela is probably totally busted too but it's only been a few weeks since her release.#only reviewing global ops rn

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karmaphone · 3 months

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shoutout to the guy in a slipknot hoodie at the grocery store who thought he was looking at a manic pixie goth girl and instead was checking out a man with The Most Things Wrong With Him

#this was A Look if ur fine with clashing patterns but i was just high as balls trying to find my wife dude. can u stop looking at my ass pls #also a shoutout 2 the leather wallet my wife made that i put on my homemade chains. it says goth bitch inside i love it #ANOTHER shoutout to the boots my wife got me the chains match the ones i made <<<333 #this is trash i thought it was funny and drew it in fifteen minutes (krita my beloathed)#sidenote the only picture i could find of the skirt was a shittily cropped poshmark ad lmfao #i thrifted it for like $4 get fuckt

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biolums · 8 months

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does anyone know when life is supposed to calm down. does anyone know when it all ends

#im so exhausted.#ive got a fucking annoying headache and i had a nightmare earlier and im just having a bad day #and now im literally dealing with bpd^2 rn like.#my ex is having a really hard time because her moms health is declining and shes being put in a really hard position #and shes horribly stressed out but she feels guilty about feeling like her life is falling apart bc her mom obviously has it worse #and i know what thats like and i know its just going to be hell for her now and i cant fix that #and i just like. god if i could take all of her pain i would #she doesnt deserve the horrible fucking set of cards she was dealt #my nightmare was actually originally that i went to the hospital with her to see her mother #it did not end remotely related to that but it just. yeah not great #also struggling bc i dont know how to handle people i like (separately than her) being in relationships or liking other people #it is so. so fucking. i dont even know its like physically painful and when i see them talk about it it like ruins my whole day and #its so hard to handle these mood swings and like. Have A Life #its why i got off tumblr like i just cant. i cant have all these feelings and still be okay most of the time #it feels like im trying to stay afloat but every day the ball and chain on my ankle gets exponentially heavier #idk. i just like. cant regulate my emotions. whatsoever. clearly #jace.txt

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lesbianhubris · 1 year

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conservatives carrying on abt queer media turning kids gay never considered that it was actually their cruel and loveless representations of cishet couples that made me want to be anything other than straight

#the old ball and chain #the slob and the nag #the parentification of their partners #it all just looked so unappealing #and yes mom and dad i’m talking abt u too #as far as i knew ppl got married to have kids who they actually loved #or to have someone else cook and clean for them #but for the low low price of lesbianism i could have a loving partner whom i cherish???#sign! me! up!

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monsterbutch · 2 years

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had a great time at the concert aside from some drunk guy threatening to take pictures because i dared exist in public as a fat disabled person on a mobility scooter but man i’m real fuckin sore today

#also taking public transportation on a mobility scooter SUCKS!!!!#like it's just very obviously not designed with disabled people in mind. wish i had a car tbh #also one of the door guys took my water :^( so i had to buy a cocktail to take medicine with. it was good though #ALSO the ''accessibility'' is a service elevator you need staff to operate next to their trash compactor. so.#but the concert itself was fun and i'm glad i got out of the house.#opening band was eh. supporting band was actually great and had a better sound guy than the main band LMAO #also mfw i go to a SD concert and they don't even play ball and chain. did finish with ring of fire though which i love

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imaginarianisms · 3 days

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1 day i will make a meta of sansa's dynamic with her metaphorical champions/suitors & how that correlates to the ashford theory (i.e sansa being betrothed to joffrey baratheon, then promised to willas tyrell, then being married to tyrion lannister, then being married to harry hardying then married to aegon vi targaryen & aurane velaryon but it is not this day. lmao. when i make that meta it'll be so over for y'all.

#out of the galaxy. || ooc.#just know that. she never marries after aurane. btw lmao #like if he like g-d forbid ever died before she did she'd like. literally never marry or love again like. thats it lmfao #but anyway like. she has a complicated relationship w/ all of them tbh & reflects on them sometimes.#she obviously hates joffrey for him abusing her but like. she can't help but feel sad for him at times bc like. he was so young.#if he had the right people around him maybe he would've turned out okay eventually. but it didnt happen. she never met willas but sometimes #she wondered what it would've been like to be lady of highgarden but she hopes he's doing alright. her dynamic w/ tyrion is. complicated #like. he was never like openly cruel to her or anything & she's grateful to him for saving her life & standing up for her but like.#there's always that grief surrounding their families & i think she resented & mostly afraid of him at the time but in hindsight she's+#grateful that he never hurt her or forced himself on her. harry she hardly knew unfortunately but like she disliked him at first #but then he actually seemed to warm up to her & she had him tied around her lil finger but she knows that she wouldn't like to be married+#to a guy who actually has children w/ sb else. like. she's seen how that played out & while she wouldn't be mean it makes her uncomfortable #but especially surrounding aegon bc like. she's not naive enough to say she loved him but like. she actually LIKED him #like. while she was wary of him at first she warmed up to him & genuinely respected him as a person & most importantly aegon was her FRIEND #they got along rly well due to their similar upbringings & what they had to do to survive & like. he's actually a decent guy in canon. lmao #he's handsome & was chivalrous & honorable & sweet w/ her but also like batshit insane in a good way. like.#he was the golden prince she always wanted since she was a little girl; the prince that joffrey was supposed to be but never was.#he gave her a future as queen of westeros that was originally HERS. so when daenerys eventually executes him she has mixed feelings about i #aegon was good to her & she'd vowed not to betray him & she actually intended to keep that vow. to her she was forever in his debt+#he gave her a future from her isolation & suffering @ winterfell bc of how much everything changed & he waited for her to love him back.#he actually showed her respect & gave her a solid future when she felt alone & abandoned & led her gently into a world of his own making+#& gave her back her honor & a future. esp when the north was divided between jon rickon & herself. most preferred jon or rickon over her.#without aegon's intervention she probably would've had to marry some northern lord below her station. the winterfell succession crisis wild #but aurane velaryon? that's the love of her life. her bold captain. he taught her how to love & coaxed her in the sun to bloom & freed her.#freed her from the chains of her family obligations. he taught her to break the rules of tradition & follow her heart & trust her instincts #he was there with her in her darkest hour. he quite literally saved her life & defended her honor when no one else had the balls to do that #no one looks @ or touches her the way aurane does she loved him madly truly & deeply he took her girlhood in his stride but when autumn cam #she escaped & had to push him into the deepest recesses of her mind in the name of survival & pragmatism but she never stopped loving him.#& his sweet memory brought too much heartache & bittersweetness for her. she lowkey waited for him for years. & they EVENTUALLY reunited !#he fought & got legitimized for HER. she's. so genuinely happy w/ that man. he's one of her best friends & the father to her children.

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godblooded · 9 months

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“mmm, hard disagree.”

the man of iron gives a single hum and doesn’t jump when the plop resounds, but he stays perched at the counter beside @mrscoultxr , tilting his head with an owlish blink.

he doesn’t zip to touch or comfort immediately — gives her the moment to regather herself, has learned, perhaps, it’s best to do. sometimes a creature of great brilliance is also capable of tremendous overwhelm, and stark knows decisively that his own barometer for comfort spikes and plummets constantly. he just lives in a world that’s quite loud, and he’s gotten used to navigating it.

“i knew a brilliant doctor once — there is nothing good or bad but thinking makes it so.”

and he believes firmly in the very human power of thought. had her ‘sins’ not been justified to her, had his refusals to adhere not seemed rebellious? in his eyes, any man, woman, person is an avatar on which the axis turns. a person’s world becomes their own completely — perception is reality.

“i’m not a good person. and neither are you. we’re people, and we do people things. to live, get by. to be happy. i just… have never found it in my heart to step back when the pool of another’s blood edges too close. it’s not in me to turn away.

—truly? definitely makes me stupid. dumb as a box of rocks, i think the saying goes.”

#ic. alana stark.#opposite. marisa coulter. mrscoultxr.#mrscoultxr #meme threads. alana stark.#[‘I knew a brilliant doctor once’ references Alana bloom lmfao. listen. it’s totally understandable. stark has staunchly tried to be a good #guy. he’s done everything he can. sometimes absolutely in opposition to her. sometimes just because he’s cause such damage. so has his #father. it’s unavoidable with all the money and the industry and in hdm where shit involving the church is concerned. Stark’s got his own #ball and chain he’s dragging around and the only way to saw it off is to bed a really good dude.]

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cloneboywonder · 11 months

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I LOVE SUMMER I LOVE CRAFTS

#so sad I got up and went to pick up my younger brother and go get bagels at the best bagel place in the world #and he waited until AFTER I ORDER to tell me he’s actually not eating I felt like I was in a saw trap #but it was still good I was sad they didn’t have my favorite peanut butter cookie but I can make some with my brother just like them #and I asked Andy why he didn’t eat and he’s like I just woke up and he did I literally made him get out of bed to go with me #but also he said he didn’t want to buy it and I would’ve bought it for him if that was the actual reason so I was sad #and then I went to my beloved fye to visit my beloved guy there but he wasn’t there :-(#I saw the other workers and I said where’s my buddy :-(#and they were like oh it you he’s not here sorry but I look at when he’s in next #and I was like wait no I don’t want to be creepy it’s okay and he was like no it’s you you’re fine LOL #so glad I’m harmless and nonthreatening and silly ig #I wanted to tell him about the wtm concert tomorrow but actually I probably won’t be able to go so it’s fine #so then I left and went to toher stores and got mad at chain belt prices and I went to hobby lobby #and I just bought all the supplies to make my own 💀#the rain one is so fucking cool I love it I’m mad my star one was off but maybe I can fix it when I’m not sleepy #and there were no fucking problems today besides me being a professional fumbler #tell me why the hell my ***** called me honey and I instinctively called her buddy back I need reconditioning #🫡 fuck it we ball 😔#god I hope my dad can get tickets to wtm idc if I have to go by myself it’s literally 5 mins from my house #I hope my doctor is so proud of me she’s going to ask have you been journaling every day like I asked #and I’m going to say no but I love tumblr personal diary posting #okay bye #my posts

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dyst-blogs · 7 months

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i just had an idea.

whenever you see this post, please open up the notes, go to the reblogs tab, find the latest reblog WITHOUT COMMENTS, and then reblog that one.

dont add comments or tags when you reblog, just post it as-is. and dont just reblog whichever one ended up on ur dash, you might fuck up the chain. also, dont queue it, that will probably also fuck up the chain.

i want the reblog ball graph for this post to just be one long, continuous chain. a long snakey bitch. we can do it. i believe in us. we got this. its snake time babey

#rowdyposting

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hairmetal666 · 4 months

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Steve has a problem. Not a big problem--not an Upside Down-sized problem--but still. A problem. In the form of Eddie Munson. And not the person Eddie Munson, who is second only to Robin in the hierarchy of Steve's heart, but his feelings in regard to one Eddie Munson. Namely, his enormous, devastating, gay crush on the guy.

And he knows, okay, he knows Eddie is gay, but that doesn't mean he wants Steve. Eddie is probably into other metalheads or dnd nerds. What could Steve, with his sports and his polo shirts, possibly have to offer?

He's coping, though. Or, at least, he thought he was until the Family Video phone rings and Jonathan invites them to the New Year's Eve party he and Argyle are throwing at their new apartment.

"We have to make a no-date pact." He tells Robin as soon as the phone is back in the cradle.

"Or you could just ask Eddie."

"You could just ask Nancy." He raises an eyebrow.

She lets out a slow breath. "Yeah, okay. No-date pact. I'm down."

It's just as easy to get Nancy and Eddie on board. Nancy just laughs and says "yeah, like I'd bring a date to the party my ex-boyfriend is hosting with his new boyfriend. How you do you even start to explain that dynamic?"

And Eddie snorts right in Steve's face (it's not cute, it's not), says, "Right, cause my dating pool in Hawkins, Indiana is just ripe with guys who want to ring in the New Year with me."

Steve wants to say that he would be that guy, happily, giddily, but he can't risk blowing up his second most important friendship like that, not when Eddie's never given a fraction of a hint that he wants Steve too.

But that's his problem solved, right? The four of them aren't bringing dates. Easy-peasy.

Unfortunately, Steve's life hasn't ever worked out like that, and the party turns out to not be only their little end of the world crew and a handful of people Jon knows from his grocery store job, but an actual motherfucking party.

It takes almost ten minutes for him and Robin to navigate through the sea of strangers to find Jon and Argyle handing out solo cups in the kitchen.

"Who are all these people?" He shouts over the pounding music, nothing like Steve's ever heard.

"Argyle got a job at the record store down the street," Jon yells.

"Co-workers." Argyle nods. "And a few of their friends."

"A few, right."

"The more the merrier. Right, my dude?"

"Sure." Steve takes a cup. "You seen Eddie around?"

"Living room, last time I looked." Jonathan answers.

"See you around?" Robin asks.

"At least meet up for the ball drop," Argyle answers.

They push their way into the cramped living room, and Steve searches for that familiar cloud of hair, the ripped black jeans. It takes a minute just for the sheer amount of bodies pressed into the small space, and when he sees him Eddie's--

He's standing against a wall, next to the stereo (of course), but there's someone with him. Someone who is tall and leanly muscled in a way that Steve isn't. Someone with long hair pushed back from his forehead. Someone with facial piercings in places Steve didn't even know you could pierce and tattoos and a chain hanging from his worn blue jeans and a bandana in his back pocket, just like Eddie.

And Eddie he's--he's gazing up at this dude with clear stars in his brown doe eyes, body angling towards the other man like he can't help but push more into his orbit.

Steve turns hard, Robin colliding with his side. "Steve, what the--oh."

"I hate New Year's Eve," Steve sighs, trying to ignore the sick feeling in his stomach. It's always been the kind of holiday that is high on expectation and low on follow-through.

"C'mon, I think I spotted Nance over by the bedroom."

He lets Robin guide him across the room, steadfastly not looking back at where Eddie is very obviously finding himself a date. It's okay, Steve reasons. It's okay because that was obviously the kind of guy Eddie would be into it. He knew he had, like, no chance. He shouldn't be disappointed. He shouldn't.

The evening slips away in the shove of people, in the solo cup that manages to always be full in his hand, and he tries as hard as he can to ignore the way Robin and Nancy start sharing the same space.

So much for the no-date pact. He would laugh if a sort of deep loneliness wasn't seeping into his bones.

There's a girl, though, across the room. She's in a short dress and glances at Steve from under hooded eyelids. He could make a move; could have someone to kiss at midnight; have someone just for the night. But then--his heart makes a pathetic patter--Eddie.

Eddie who is practically in that stranger's lap.

He goes out for a cigarette.

When he comes back inside, it's five minutes til midnight and Nancy and Robin are dancing slow and sweet to a song that is neither.

He's happy for them, almost incandescent with it, but the loneliness sinks deeper, reaches marrow, especially after he fails to find Eddie in the crowd.

Steve thinks it might be time to give the whole failed endeavor up for good, but Jonathan and Argyle, both in tiny 1987 novelty top hats, appear at his side.

"Stevie-boy!" Argyle bellows. He lifts Steve at the waist, twirling him, and Steve laughs despite himself.

"Keeping busy?" He asks.

Jonathan pounds him on the back, just a little too hard.

A guest yells from deep in the apartment, "one minute to midnight!" and the music turns off, the TV tuned to Dick Clark and turned up.

Nancy and Robin find their way over, Robin mouthing "sorry," on her way. He pulls her into a side-hug; he'll never begrudge her any happiness, even on his worst day.

From across the room, there's a crash, a short yelp, and then a familiar head of fuzzy brown curls makes its way to them.

"Sorry, sorry." Eddie apologizes as he shoves through the other guests.

"Hi, guys!" He beams at them, cheeks flushed. Steve looks away so he doesn't have to think about how beautiful Eddie is; about how he's not the one who made him blush so pretty.

The countdown on the screen reaches 30 seconds, and the party goers start chanting.

"What happened to--?" Steve can't help but asking.

"Psh, that dude? He's a punk. Plus, I couldn't imagine ringing in 1987 without you guys by my side."

Steve blushes and rolls his eyes. "Sap." He knocks his hip into Eddie's.

"You love it," Eddie wraps him in a loose hold.

The count is down to 10, the ball almost dropped, Jonathan and Argyle and Nancy and Robin making soft eyes at each other.

"What's going on in that head of yours, sweetheart?" Eddie knocks his head gently against Steve's.

"It's nothing."

"You're pouting." Eddie mimics him with a poked out lip.

The count is down to 5.

"Fuck, I just--I wanted to have someone to kiss at midnight, you know?"

The ball drops, the year changes over, the room cheers. His coupled up friends cling to each other in soft, joyous kisses.

Eddie's eyes flick to their friends, to the guests, all kissing and embracing and celebrating, then back to Steve.

With two careful fingers, Eddie lifts Steve's chin, makes it so he can't look away.

"Fuck it," Eddie says. He leans forward, kisses Steve with soft authority.

And Steve just--he just fucking--crumbles into it. He makes a soft noise, curls his fists into Eddie's t-shirt.

Eddie's hands work their way into his hair, pulling him closer. Steve goes eagerly, crushes their bodies together.

They kiss and they kiss, and it's already so far from a friendly New Year's kiss, but then Eddie's tongue swipes into Steve's mouth, and the kiss breaks.

"Um," Eddie says.

Steve can't respond because all his focus is on not giving into the weakness in his knees and collapsing to the floor.

"I've wanted you to do that all night," Steve says.

"Oh." Eddie's face blossoms into a slow smile. "Me too. A lot longer than that, actually."

It's Steve's turn to smile, and he does, so hard it hurts his cheeks. "Me too."

Eddie presses their foreheads together. "Happy New Year, Stevie."

Someone starts singing Auld Lang Syne loudly and off-key, but they're quickly drowned out by a chorus of accompanying voices.

"Happy New Year, Ed."

Steve pulls him in for another kiss. 1987 is already shaping up to be the best year of his life.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #new years eve #spicy six #ficlet #angst #fluff #mutual pining #angst with a happy ending #first kiss #nye party #ronance #jargyle #this is very loosely based on the nye episode of friends where joey kisses chandler #hold on to the memories they will hold on to you

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theflowerrooms · 11 months

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i have request for perv!bestfriend!eddie x innocent!reader who has an oral fixation:

reader and eddie are hanging out as usual and reader’s oral fixation starts getting bad. eddie notices it and helps her out.

(sorry if this isn’t a lot to go off of, this idea came into my head and i had to request it immediately)💖💖

to request • Eddies’ Masterlist • main masterlist • part two

Swollen Lips

perv!bestfriend!Eddie Munson x innocent!reader

warnings: smut, pet names, some dark themes, oral fixation (explicit warnings below the cut)

chapter summary; you’re hanging out with your best friend Eddie and you’ve got an oral fixation, instead of letting you chew on your lip or nails, he takes matters into his own hands and helps you out <3

part two is out now :)

wordcount: 2.2k

explicit warnings: oral (m receiving), finger sucking, coercion, ball sucking, cum play? Eddie’s such a pervert guys.

Thank you for requesting!! I love writing requests so much

“Quit it.” Eddie’s voice was soft, faux annoyance as he slapped your hand away from your mouth, saving the nail of your thumb from being bitten until it bled.

Your hand dropped to your chest and found the pendant on your necklace that Eddie had gotten you for your birthday, you fiddled with that instead of chewing your nail.

Eddie watched you for a moment before returning his attention back to his notebook where he was messily writing out ideas for the next campaign. You sat next to him on his bed, legs thrown over his lap and a book in yours. His room was warm but not uncomfortable, stuffy from having his door closed, Wayne was home today.

You turned a page and read quietly, absentmindedly pulling your bottom lip into your mouth. You soaked the skin with your tongue for a while before you began actually sucking on it.

You let your soft lip drag over your teeth over and over, red and swollen your lip got, warm, only making it more satisfying to lick and bite. You weren’t even paying all that much attention to it until Eddie tsked and pulled your lip from between your teeth with his thumb on your chin.

“Gonna hurt yourself if you don’t knock it off babydoll.” He dragged his thumb over your lip and basked in the way you jutted it out further against his thumb.

“Sorry Eds.” You smiled sweetly and went back to your book. He wasn’t mad or anything, you knew. He was aware that you had a habit of sticking things in your mouth, it wasn’t ever deliberate and he thought it was beyond cute. He loved watching you suck your thumb or countless lollipops. He didn’t love watching you bite your nails raw or chew your lip till you bled, didn’t love watching you put choking hazards and breakable objects in your mouth. Although he thought it was terribly funny when you chewed your pen until blue ink exploded in your mouth.

You rested your head on his shoulder and he hummed softly, deep in his chest. It soothes you, and you didn’t notice yourself bringing the necklace’s charm to your lips. First just pressing the cool metal to your bottom lip, pouting against it.

Eddie hadn’t paid any mind to you yet this time, he’d pull it away from your mouth once he noticed, you knew. You tried staying like that, metal on the outside of your mouth rather than inside. But like it was against your will, your lips closed over the chain and your tongue rolled against the metal that was heating up from your spit.

You hummed, very content, the sound got Eddie’s attention. He looked at you with a raised brow and suddenly rolled his eyes. He hooked his left arm behind you, under your arm and pulled your necklace from your mouth, replacing it with his index and middle finger.

You were surprised a moment, looking up at him just to see he looked completely normal, so you decided it was normal and gently placed a hand on his wrist, holding him there steady and nuzzled your head into his shoulder.

His writing became even sloppier. His fingers were just resting in your mouth, heavy against your tongue. But it was enough. Warm and wet. And you had no idea that it was distracting him in the way it was, and that made it even hotter to him.

He adjusted to it after a bit, continued writing as normal. Then you had to go and shut his brain down again. Lips pressing against the bases of his fingers, tongue rolling slightly before it flattened against them. He watched your face now as your cheeks hollowed out and his breath got stuck in his throat.

He pulled his fingers back just slightly before returning them to your tongue. He pulled them back again, but this time you sucked them back, cheeks hollowing further and tongue holding him tight.

He exhaled shakily, notebook and the campaign being brought to life inside of it were forgotten beside him. He switched hands, pulling his left from your mouth and holding your neck with it instead, damp fingers dancing across the column of your throat. He watched the goosebumps cover your skin as the room’s air cooled your spit.

He didn’t waste time pressing the index and middle fingers of his right hand into your mouth, all the way until your pillow lips rested just above his knuckles. You didn’t mind, even as he could feel the slope of your tongue leading back and down your throat.

He let his hand get comfortable, thumb pressing into your jaw, pinky and marriage finger holding your face, you let him. This wasn’t just for you anymore he’d decided.

You couldn’t read your book anymore, his arm in the way and his hands taking control of how much your head could move or look around. He moved your book away for you, he was so sweet to you, so kind. He moved his legs so that yours would shift down, slide up until they were resting over his crotch. You didn’t notice the bulge in his jeans, you didn’t feel his hardened cock pressing against the backs of your thighs.

He was hot. What kind of idiot wears a black long sleeve shirt and baggy jeans in the middle of summer. What kind of idiot shoves his fingers in a mouth of which he’s jerked off to the thought of countless times. The mouth of a girl he’d been obsessed with for ages but swore to himself he’d never give into his perverse temptations.

He didn’t feel guilty. He knew what he was doing, and he knew that you didn’t know what he was doing. He probably should’ve felt some guilt, but he didn’t. He’d reflect on that later.

He slowly thrusted his fingers in and out of your mouth, watching the way you took it peacefully, head resting against his fingers holding you up. You sucked his fingers into your mouth and whined softly, contentedly, but the sound almost made him bust in his jeans.

He knew you’d like head. If you knew what head was, you’d love to give it. He’d figured that about you for ages. He thought about it a lot, you giving head. you giving him head.

Eddie, don’t. “Baby?” His voice almost shook. You hummed in question around his fingers and he felt the vibration in his wrist. He wanted it to be his cock. “How ‘bout you suck on somethin’ else, hm? Fingers are gonna get pruny real soon.” He laughed softly to cover up him almost moaning when you let his fingers go with a wet pop of your lips.

“Like what?” You looked up at him with your big wet eyes, pouty wet lips, face still resting against his hand.

He struggled to find the words, his hand fell to your thigh and squeezed. “Need you to move pretty girl, lay between my legs okay? On your tummy?” He spoke and you didn’t respond, not verbally. He almost groaned, watching you wordlessly comply, immediately moving to lay on your stomach between his thighs just like he asked. His girl, always so willing to please.

He palmed his bulge through his jeans, and you watched curiously. He loved the look on your face, wonder and curiosity, no timidness or arousal, this face he loved and molested himself to ritualistically.

He messed with his belt distractedly and unzipped his jeans, pushing them along with his boxers down past his balls. His stomach tensed when you tensed, flinching at the sight of his aching dick springing up to life.

His tip was pink and swollen, only a few inches away from your intrigued eyes. His long fingers curled around the base of his shaft, holding his cock steady. He hadn’t even gotten to say anything to you before you were wrapping your bitten lips around his head, tongue flitting against his slit.

You hummed at the taste and he groaned at both the sight and feeling. You gasped softly and pulled back wide eyes meeting his blown out ones. “Did I hurt you?” You asked with a tilt of your head, voice already filling with guilt.

He shook his head, “No, no baby.” His hand cupping your face gently, swiping a thumb over your cheek. “It just felt so good.” You watched him swallow nothing and he laced his hand in your hair, gently guiding you back. “You can keep going baby.”

Happily, you complied. Continuing on, taking his tip back into your mouth. It rested on your tongue heavier than his fingers had, you loved it. You loved the sweet, salty taste that graced your tongue as you sucker softly.

He avoided making too much noise or moving too much, he didn’t want to startle you again. But as you got more comfortable, so did he. Soft sighs falling from his mouth that made you feel a way you couldn’t understand. You hummed again around him and he couldn’t help himself, his hand tightened in your hair and his hips pushed up, forcing you to take more of his cock in your mouth.

Relaxing your throat, he pushed in a little further until you rested your hand on his thigh, a silent signal to slow down. He complied, petting your hair and whimpering softly under his breath.

Hollowing your cheeks around him, you got more used to the weight of him in your mouth, flicking your tongue over the underside of his head, having him push his hips lightly, slowly thrusting in and out of your mouth.

He was in heaven, your warm, wet, beautiful mouth around his cock, happily taking him almost all the way without a care in the world. He knew you didn’t understand the sexual nature of what you were doing, but that fact almost made it better for him. His stomach ached with flaming arousal and his toes curled behind you, hand twitching in your hair.

You swallowed around him and his hips bucked slightly, a loud gasp that broke into a whimper and he threw his head back against his pillows. He was about to cum in your mouth. “F-fuck.” He gasped as you pulled your mouth off of him, wet lips still pressed against the underside of his shaft, a loose kiss.

He took his dick in his hand, jerking it slowly. He couldn’t believe you edged him, of course you hadn’t meant to, but still it stole his breath and thoughts. “It feels good?” You asked and he nodded quickly. “This is my first time that I’ve ever seen one.” You blushed, watching him. He already knew that. He didn’t get to respond to you before you were asking another question. “Have you shown other people before?” You asked and his cock jumped in his hand. His sweet and innocent girl asking questions about the dirty things he’s done.

“Yeah, I have.” His voice was shaky, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. He didn’t miss the way you pouted, it made his stomach churn with heat. The pout wasn’t there long before you got distracted again. He’d expected another question from you.

Instead, you lowered your head and slotted your open wet mouth over his balls, sucking one of them gently into your mouth.

“Fuck! Feels good- shit, good girl.” He moaned loudly, reminding himself that Wayne was home and he had to shut up as he jerked his dick faster, an orgasm hurtling toward him.

He wasn’t sure when him helping you with your habit turned into you helping him cum, but he didn’t mind as he felt his cock throb between his fingers.

“Shit- s’good babydoll shit-” he groaned and his hips shook, you hummed in satisfaction, thrilled by the praise. It sent shocks of vibrations that he couldn’t handle and soon he was cumming in his own fist, thick and warm, dripping over his fingers.

His stifled moaning got your attention and you lifted your head in time to watch him cum just inches from your face. It was mesmerizing.

“What’s that?” You asked timidly and he laughed softly as he caught his breath. He made sure it was all on his hand before he fixed his jeans, grabbing your arm with his clean hand and pulling you up to him so you’d sit back in his lap like you had before.

“It’s cum baby, means you made me feel really, really good.” He kissed your temple. And you pulled his wrist up closer to you, looking at it closely.

He desperately wanted to go clean his hand, but more than that, he wanted to have his cum in your mouth. His heart beat heavily against his chest. “D’you wanna taste it?” He asked and you were nodding before he finished speaking.

He grinned crookedly and pressed two fingers wet with cum past your swollen lips. You hummed and sucked it off his fingers, head lolling against his shoulder.

He kissed the crown of your head. “See? ‘S all better now, huh.” He spoke, to himself as well as you, holding you adoringly against his chest. He didn’t understand what happened, how he got you with his cock down your throat, but in no way was he complaining.

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