#also sorry if I wrote anything ooc D:

[bbbexe]

MINORS DNI

I can't draw digital to save my life, so I made my monster!Poppet oc Kalix, traditional. (I have been diagnosed with Vinnel brainrot, there sadly is no cure. Also I didn’t make this species, its heavily based off of a creature from game I used to play called a Kivarok)  Their main fur color is black, with the shaded in parts being a really really dark purple. Their horns and claws are orange with a yellow gradient at the top/end. Similarly, their diamond patterns are orange, and get more yellow that further they are away from their torso. They have 7 white eyes on each side (on the front view i forgot to add one pair you did not see that, nothing is wrong :'))) ) that they can close individually. Will usually close all but their two main ones to not look 'weird' or have people feel like they're staring at them. Kalix's eyes also don't usually have pupils, but they consciously make pupils so that, along with their exaggerated body language/movement, speech, and gesticulation, their emotions can be read more easily while masking in public. Pupils are orange. The first three diamond patterns on Sir are eyes, one being a light yellow color, and the others becoming white. Their eyes / horns / patterns / claws have a slight glow. Has four arms in total. (maybe one day i'll have the urge to try and draw on ibis paint) Kalix's blood is orange :). They also have a mouth on their main head, but really really don't want to scare people they want to be friends with, and keeps it closed and hidden for the most part. They are 6'0 because I wish I was tall :').

I've been completely obsessed with @eldritch-spouse's universe for the past few days and just had to make this. I love love love her writing and really suggest you check out her blog if you like yanderes and monsters >:D Under the cut is some of my oc's info if anyone is interested :D (it's a lot of rambling lol)

Tw mentions of cannibalism and other illegal stuff.

“Nothing can last forever. There isn't any memory, no matter how intense, that doesn't fade out at last.” ― Juan Rulfo This is Kalix! (Named them this purely because the word makes my brain happy) They are a young adult monster, who suffers from loneliness brain damage! With symptoms that are very similar to ADHD. They forget what day of the week it is often, forget words mid conversation, and have a shit short term memory. Often forgets to eat and has a habit of not eating until their tail-head starts to nip/chew (omnomnom) at them. Will constantly loose things, even if they are currently holding said thing in their paw. Brings noise cancelling earbuds around and wears gloves because they are touch averse. Usually has one part of their body moving, leg bopping, playing with their fingers, etc. (heavily projecting here lol, they just like me fr) Are a residual hermaphrodite who flip flops between sex depending on temperature/season (has a slit covered by their fluff) and goes by all pronouns. Demi ace/aro (hahaha slowburn + oblivious to their own feelings, have fun with that Vinnel). Has a hard time understanding sarcasm and understanding their own feelings.

Kalix's tail has been named "Sir" as they thought the word was cool. They usually eat / drink using their head-tail. Sir is Kalix's subconscious/lizard brain, though they don't seem to realize that themself, thinking the tail-head as more of a sibling/pet. (and example for the subconcious/lizard brain thing being, Kalix stubbing their toe, wincing and making a joke, Sir whimpering and getting teary like the crybaby they secretly are) They can consciously control Sir for about 30 minutes before a headache starts cracking open their skull (usually their species would be able to do this all the time, but shhh don't tell the poor child, they'll cry). While talking through Sir, Kalix can mimic many many sounds / voices. It would honestly be easier to list what they can't mimic than what they can. They do have a tell though, as when they speak through Sir, they have a slight whisper echo. Also sadly because of brain injury, they can't cut off Sir's senses from their own. Wagging their tail super fast like a dog when excited / to stim will leave make them super dizzy. Sir also has a taste for human/monster flesh :))) Has some other abilities, like being able to store stuff in their shadow (they do this more often and don't get nauseous from it unless they try to fit a bigger object inside. Kalix usually makes it look like they're pulling stuff out from their chest fluff becuse i thought that would be silly), make shadow apparitions for a limited amount of time, wrap themselves in shadows to hide or stalk their 'prey', and if they really push themself, they can teleport through shadows (within a certain range etc.) at most two times a week. They feel nauseous and get headaches after this, and using their power too often/long or trying to store large objects will make them violently ill. (won't stop the dumbass from overusing their abilities to pull pranks on The Clergymen though) Has little physical strength (for a monster at least), although they can jump pretty high when spooked (hehe get it? halloween pun :> also foreshadowing~) Speaking of Halloween, it's one of Kalix's main hyperfixations. Their hyperfixations include: Halloween, (and by extension) candy making, horror book reading, driving (although ironically if Kalix is a passenger they get extremely car sick), juggling (picks this up after they see Vinnel do it and realize 1. its a fun way to stim and 2. they have four arms. they are terrible at first), baking (which is kinda funny cuz they cannot cook for shit), insect related stuff, (piss poor) sewing, and drawing (they usually like to draw stuff with the combination of gore and plants).

Always has candy corn on them (or it seems that way, it’s just in their shadow. Kalix likes how it looks like they can just summon candy corn out of nowhere).

Also do not let them drive. They will turn it into a car chase. Somehow. (They just like slamming into the cars chasing them and showing off their drifts and sharp turns) They work as a party planner / decorator and will practically beg on their knees to Admin to help decorate for the holidays, especially Halloween. (Admin will have to wrangle them during other holidays to make sure Kalix doesn’t start making them Halloween themed as well...

”Decorate your own apartment Easterween themed, Kalix...” cue Admin’s signature tired eye roll as Kalix gives the smaller human puppy dog eyes) After they learn The Clergy has rent able rooms, they'll definitely start living there. Kalix's room will be completely Halloween themed all year long. They'll also ask Admin if they can help out around the Clergy / help them (Kalix feels bad for Admin and all their responsibilities, but also thinks they're amazing for being so focused and hard working)

Kalix is a complete virgin, having not even touched themself because again, they see Sir as a ‘pet’ or sibling sort of, only that Sir is attached to them. Kalix always chalks up Sir’s similar reactions to them as both them and Sir having grown up together.(if this sentence makes sense? basically they chalk up Sir having similar reactions to how they feel inside to just them growing up being attached to each other) Also them denying full heartedly that they are a crybaby and that they like the taste of human/monster flesh. To be honest, after a few months of being around Kalix, The Clergymen will probably pick up on Sir being more connected to Kalix than the oblivious lizard (idk why but my nickname for them is lizard despite them looking like some lizard/cat/owl/spider mix. it just fits. also all the picures of cute dumb little geckos connect with Kalix in my mind) realizes. Although Kalix sure as hell won’t realize themself, and won’t have any kind of sexual interaction with anyone while under the impression that Sir is a pet. Someone’s gonna have the explain the them eventually or Vinnel might somehow go even more insane.  (is a sadist masochist switch with a gore kink, though it'll take alot for them to admit it (or it would have if not for Kalix's first meeting with Grimbly and realizing they did not want to be a daddy/mommy/partner to the little dude, just a friend) Oh, and before i forget. Kalix unironically eats the most burned, charred, barely edible, can-barely-be-considered-food stuff. Completely unscathed. And they like it. They will eat coal (burning or not) in front of people occasionally to see their confused/grossed out/horrified reactions / to assert dominance. They're Vinnel's poppet for a reason :))))

They lived most of their life alone and when they were gracefully given a year long vacation by their warden, Kalix decided to try and make friends by integrating themself into human society. (Most others where they live avoid them/are afraid of them or occasionally someone will pity them but Kalix really dislikes that and would rather be ignored.) They stumbled upon The Clergy's Eye while stuck in a daydream / thought loop of how they were going to make friends. Going over the persona they had crafted (aka how they were going to mask the anxious, lonely, self conscious, and quiet crybaby they really are) and generally practicing conversations in their head. They were trying to go to the town's most popular bar, but ended up walking into The Clergy's Main floor / bar area (if im not mistaken). Kalix is just about able to handle being around Santi’s / and others pheromones due to years of exposure therapy (not a demon of my sort, will make sense in next post i prommy). (Ima make another post about how they met the TCE staff for the first time because this is hella long, thank you so much for reading if you made it this far. I hope you enjoyed my super self indulgent skrunkly child. I also left some stuff out that I really want to show via my writing later on :D)

#tw cannibalism #Kalix oc #my ocs #rambling #eldritch spouse #also sorry if I wrote anything ooc D: #I keep going back to add things I forgot #oh my god my poor brain

[novosg]

Luffy Having a Crush on Another Captain

Ft: The Strawhat crew, blackfem!reader

I had like 5 ideas when I was trying to go to bed and this was one of them. Never wrote for Luffy before so I hope he doesn’t seem ooc or anything.

SFW, use of Y/N, fluff, 1.5k words

The first time you and Luffy met was when a few of your crew members had nearly clashed with his.

Earlier that day you had docked at an island that the Strawhats just so happened to be on as well. You hadn’t realized this, of course, until your sniper had come rushing back to the ship, exclaiming he had spotted the jolly roger that was nearly impossible to not know. The jolly roger belonging to the recently appointed yonko himself-Monkey D. Luffy.

Of course, your crew wasn’t one to back down from any sort of confrontation and that’s exactly what had happened when they stumbled upon the rival crew. Fortunately, you and the others had met up with them before things could escalate to a full on brawl (much to Luffy’s seeming disappointment), and apologized on behalf of your crew.

Luffy hadn’t minded, especially when you extended an invite for a small gathering where food and drinks would be served on your behalf, to truly let bygones be bygones. To be frank, you had mainly hoped to gain the captain’s favor in doing so, since becoming friends with an emperor of the sea didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

And become friends you did. Once the remaining tension between your two crews had well and truly fizzled out, they all meshed well together. The same thing could be said for you and the cheerful captain. Luffy was a whirlwind of joy and charisma, one that you couldn’t help but be swept up in.

You had heard rumors of his ability to befriend practically everyone he met, but they were nothing compared to the real thing.

Luffy also took a quick liking to you as well, which he didn’t mind voicing. He admired your ability to lead and could sense how strong you were. You were a joy to talk to, and your crew was great! Your chef was amazing at his craft and his skill blended well with Sanji’s, and throughout the night Brook and your musician swept through multiple duets that had everyone cheering and asking for encores.

He certainly wasn’t blind to your natural beauty either. The evening glow of the sun made your skin look practically ethereal and the rays illuminated each of your individual curls. Throughout the time you two spent together, he couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

By the time morning of the third day came and you were ready to head out, some of your crew started whining while they were helping with the clean-up.

“Captain,” your shipwright groaned, “Are you sure we can’t stay for one more day?”

“Yes, I told you guys we’d only stick around for a few days. But, if any of you wanna stay that bad, ask Luffy and see if he’ll let you stick around.” After that little quip you didn’t hear much complaining.

But a certain captain couldn’t help but voice his objection to your guys’ sudden leave as well.

“Cmoonn, Y/N! Stay for one more day and party with us! It’ll be fun!” He cried, pouting slightly as he watched you help load up the last of yall’s stuff. You smiled, flattered by Luffy’s clear want for y'all to stay.

“Sorry, Luffy, maybe next time.” Although the two of you would be rivals again the moment your ship left the shore, you couldn’t deny your similar want to stay. “How about this: the next time we see each other, we’ll have an even bigger get together. Deal?”

Luffy beamed at your offer, lips curling upwards as he gave you his signature smile. “Deal!”

You glanced back at your crew as your navigator called down to let you know you guys were ready to set sail at any moment.

“Well, that’s my cue. Bye, Luffy,” you gave him a quick wink, lips still pulled in a soft smile, one that made the young captain pause as he watched you turn and make your way back up to the deck of your ship, giving out the order to set sail.

Luffy briefly frowned as he watched your ship get further and further away. He wasn’t quite too sure why he was so upset seeing you leave, you were a pirate just like him. Staying in one place for too long wasn’t like you guys. But he still felt off. As Nami called for him to come on, he decided not to worry about it too much. With one last glance at the horizon, he turned and raced to catch up with his crew.

“Hey, you guys, I think I see Y/N’s ship!” Usopp called down to the deck one day. Luffy quickly perked up, nearly slipping as he made his way down from Sunny's figurehead.

“Really?” He cried, rushing up to the Sunny’s railing. Sure enough, off in the distance, was your ship. He grinned, eager to see you again.

Shortly after spotting Luffy’s ship, you changed course and pulled up alongside him. “Y/N!” He shouted, perching atop the railing as you made your way over to him, giggling softly at his antics.

“It’s good to see you too, Luffy,” you said, unable to not smile in his presence. As the two of you briefly caught up, the Strawhats observed you both.

“It seems Luffy-san has left his mark again,” Brook commented cheerfully as he toyed with the strings of his violin.

“When doesn’t he?” Nami sighed playfully.

Sanji chuckled as he lit up a cigarette, “Guess I better get some food ready.”

Robin, however, was quiet as she watched the two of you. Ever since your first meeting, Luffy had been quietly stewing in his excitement to see you again. Like the others had said-he had left his mark on you, but it was clear the same could be said vice versa.

Luffy was always eager to make new friends, even if said friend was a fellow pirate who, by all technical means, should be a rival. That had been the case with their most recent ally, Trafalgar Law. Although Law had only viewed their alliance as what it was from the start-an alliance, Luffy deemed him a friend and continually referred to him as one.

But he hadn’t looked at Law like he did you. In his eyes sat a restrained admiration and infatuation that was clear from even where Robin was standing. He hung on to your every word (which was certainly unusual for him), and his eyes twinkled with mirth with every laugh he pulled from you.

It had been like that from the moment you two had met. At the time, Robin couldn’t put her finger on what seemed different, but now, the explanation was quite clear.

Her revelation brought a giggle from her lips that caught the attention of her friends.

At their looks of confusion she said, “It seems our captain has a crush.”

A mutual hush fell over the crew as they all mulled over Robin’s words, before it seemed as if a joint lightbulb above their heads had turned on. Zoro blinked his eye in confusion as he sat up, well and truly awake now. Sanji seemed mortified as he looked between you and Luffy frantically, Brook and Chopper aww’ed at the revelation, and Jinbei chuckled while Franky lifted his shades with an amused smirk. Nami and Usopp, however, seemed the most shocked.

“Luffy? A crush? No way!” Their long-nosed sniper exclaimed while Nami nodded beside him.

“It’s impossible! Right?” She pondered, exchanging a look with Usopp. Zoro shrugged as he placed his hands behind his head and leaned back.

“Guess not,” he snickered, letting his eye fall shut once more.

As his crew stewed in their newfound revelation, Luffy was too busy going over his ideas for the banquet he was intent on having with you and your crew for the next few days. And with every word he spoke, you listened contentedly, that same soft smile that made Luffy feel strange every time it was directed at him toying at your lips.

Unbeknownst to them, however, you were well aware of what the way Luffy looked at you meant. Fortunately, you didn’t mind. In fact, you were glad you weren’t the only one who had been caught up in these slow but surely developing feelings for the other.

Later on, when the Sunny was packed with his crew and yours, Luffy stayed practically glued to your side, making his enamoration towards you even clearer to his nakama. You became more accustomed to his physically affectionate side, as it seemed he wasn’t keen on straying too far from you. Not that you were complaining, of course.

Luffy wasn’t quite sure why you made him feel so strange, but at least it was a good strange. Maybe he could ask Chopper about it later. What he did know was that if being around you made him feel this giddy, he wouldn't mind making a few detours in his journey if they lead back to you.

#one piece fanfiction #monkey d. luffy #luffy headcanons #luffy x reader #luffy imagine #x reader #black fem reader

[moon-thething]

HeyHey, can u do a fic where reader is pretty rich, And notices how bad butters parents treat him and like, purchases him and adopts him and Becomes the perfect parent figure to him that he never had ! :3

I also requested the garnet + child!reader headcanons, and I'm sorry for the confusion, lol- but that was also really great and exactly what I wanted! :D

(n can I be 💤 anon? I love the way u write sm I'm definitely gonna request more ^^)

Hello 💤 anon :) I'm glad you liked the garnet + child fic and I hope you will like this one

I'm sorry that I couldn't respond to your request sooner!

Romantic or platonic?: Platonic/romantic

Readers gender: gender neutral

Type: Fluff

Key words: L/n: last name

Warnings: probably ooc characters

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You lived in the town of South Park for quite some time, the mayor doing anything for you to stay since you were the only thing going good for them

Since no celebrity wanted to visit their town at least they had you to donate to schools, donate to hospitals etc.

But one day, you were supposed to give some sort of speech to the fourth graders, requested by the principal and mayor, and so you of course appeared and were in the back going over your lines

You were going over your lines, cringing every time your voice cracked and forgetting the things you originally wrote on the paper. Suddenly you felt a slight tug at your leg. You looked down to see a kid with blonde hair and a scar over his left eye

He seemed so innocent and by the two seconds you looked at each other not talking, you wondered on how he even got the scar

"Heya there Mx. L/n." The kid said, you smiled warmly and ducked down to his height

"Well aren't you cute!" You chuckled, pinching the kids cheek as he laughed with joy, "what brings you backstage?" You asked, taking a peek through the closed curtains to see parents and children sitting and waiting for you to come out. But oddly, three front seats were empty, how strange

"Oh, I.. just wanted to ask-"

"Butters! What are you doing?!" A voice yelled out, your head shot up to see a man with his hands on his hips looking disapprovingly towards the child in front of you. A blond woman standing right next to him with her arms crossed

"Were so sorry Mx. L/n, this won't happen again." The, what you were assuming, father said, pushing the boy towards his mother

"No it's fine-"

"How could you do that?! You are grounded s soon as we get home." The mother whisper shouted as she tugged at the boys ear, pulling him offstage. The father soon followed as you stared at the scene whit knitted eyebrows

From that day on you would see the boy getting scolded by his parents practically anywhere you went!

You went to the store to buy groceries to fill up your fridge? You saw the boy getting scolded by his dad as he stared at the floor shamefully, children his age snickering behind him

You would just be walking down the street and spot the boy looking out of his window with a sad expression as his mother ushered his friends away, saying he was grounded for the most stupidest things imaginable

You would be sitting at the park and see him getting dragged away from his friends by his dad. Being pulled by the ear as his dad practically yelled at him

When you would go on late night walks you could hear the familiar voice of either his father or mother yelling at him to stay in his room

You felt bad for the kid, you really did. But you knew you couldn't do anything about it... Unless

You walked down the street, two bodyguard's following. One bodyguard held a suitcase while the other was ready for a fight. Every step you took you glared at the house you constantly saw the boy in, either looking out of his window or getting dragged in by his parents

You and your bodyguard's quickly arrived as you lifted your fist up. Knocking on the door you heard yelling from the inside, a male voice

"Butters, could you open the door?" The muffled voice said, at least that's what you think you heard

"Okay dad." The muffle voice of the boy said as you heard light footsteps approach the door. The door handle fiddled for a while before it completely opened

The boy stood on his tippy toes, holding onto the handle as he stared at you in shock

"Who is it?" The father said, his voice much clearer now

"Uh.. it's Mx. L/n." The boy said, tilting his head slightly as if talking to his dad, but his eyes were still glued on you

"What?!" The dad yelled, you could hear shuffling and footsteps running towards the door before the father came into view

"Oh, Mx. L/n! How great for you to show up, come in." The father said, moving out of the way as he motioned for you to come in

You looked back at your bodyguard's, jerking your head, they nodded and walked in first, you following behind them.

"Yes, what can I get you? Would you like some coffee? Or do you prefer tea-"

"We would like to make an offering." You said, taking a glance towards the young boy that stood at the doorway, "but I suggest you take the boy to his room first." You said, the younger boys eyes widened in fear as you suddenly felt bad

"Right away. Butters, get back in your room this instance young man!" He yelled, the boy nodded before rushing up to his room, "What is this offer?" He asked

Before you could speak a person emerged from the kitchen, it was the boys mother

"Oh dear- what is going on?" She asked, looking towards her husband

"Don't worry ma'am, we're just here to make an offering. I suggest you sit down as well." One of your bodyguard's said, the woman nodded and sat down next to her husband

"We would like to buy your son." You spoke, your tone cold. The parents eyes widened as they glanced at each other and then back at you

"we couldn't possibly-"

"we are offering $40 000 cash." You said, and on que your bodyguard's opened the suitcase and showed it to the parents

That's all it took for them to give in. You, being the nice person you are,gave the boy two days to pack and say goodbye to his parents

The boy was frightened and in his mind he thought it would be like something he saw on tv. You would torture him and use his body for experiment, but he was delighted to see that you actually treated him well

It took him a while to get used to but eventually he called your mansion a home

Although he wouldn't call you mom/dad/parent for the next 6 months you were still happy

The first few weeks he was living in your house you made sure to spoil him rotten. You would buy him all kinds of gifts, clothes and made sure to buy him enough materials for arts and crafts

You spend more time with him, arranging movie nights, baking cookies together, drawing together, you even improved his superhero costume! Although you can say you still enjoyed the original

When you didn't have time for him you would buy him a toy or two to make up for it, although you've gotta be honest. You had some instances where you made the mades do homework with him, play with him or take him to school/his friends house, but you still made up for the lost time by either buying him something or taking him somewhere

Butters especially enjoyed when you went somewhere, you could just take him to the park and just sit on the bench as you watched him play but he still loves that you're there. Y'know, the small things

I can imagine every time he gets home from school or gets back from a sleepover or whatnot he would tell you everything that happened

You would just laugh as he acted out the scenes, but you have to admit you would get a bit worried when he talked about a school fight he saw or something similar

But you enjoyed every second you spent with him. And you do not regret buying him one bit, even if that sentence sounds wrong we are not going to question it

#south park #south park butters #sp butters #sp butters stotch #south park + reader #gender neutral reader #rich reader #south park x reader #sp butters x reader platonic #x reader platonic #parent reader

[stinkyme]

Hello! This is rather sudden idea I got to write Tecchou fic hehe, so I hope you enjoy, but mostly you @iovetecchou as I wrote this with you in mind :D💜💜💜💜💜💜

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, mirror sex, kind of rough Tecchou, spanking, hair pulling, slight choking, slight overstimulation (?), praise, creampie, Tecchou might be OOC, sorry if it's sloppy work girl is sleepy🙌🏻 and if I forgot anything, please let me know :)

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Just keep looking at me || Tecchou Suehiro x Reader

You had few rough days and what's a better way to wind out and relax than spending usual, calm evening cuddling with your boyfriend. You finally arrived home, took your shoes off and went in a kitchen to have glass of water. Tecchou came behind you and gently hugged you from behind. You would usually get jumpy, but with him it was different.

"Hello angel, I missed you." he whispered and pressed a soft kiss on your neck. You relaxed further into him, closing your eyes.

"I missed you too, love." you whispered back and his arms wrapped thightly around your waist and tummy.

"You smell nice, is this a new shampoo you bought?" he asked genuinely as he sniffed your hair.

"Mhm, but I could still use a bath, you know?" you said through a gentle laugh and you could feel him get hard.

"Bath you say?" he asked curiously as he started leaving slow, wet kisses down your neck, making you roll your eyes back. You giggled as he turned you around and picked you up with ease, carrying you to the bathroom.

"What are you doing?" you asked him a bit surprised, but all you could feel is relief finally being with him. He entered the bathroom and put you down slowly, in front of a mirror and started kissing your neck more.

"I thought, maybe, before the bath you could use me for a bit." he whispered in soft voice, slowly moving his hands down and lifting up your shirt and your arms followed, allowing him take it off. He dropped it on the floor and moved your hair in order to leave gentle kisses down your back. In swift motion he unhooked your bra and you giggled, taking it off and dropping it on top of the shirt. His gentle, cold fingers were snaking around your waist, up to your recently exposed chest as he gently squeezed your breasts, his lips leaving shivers on your spine after every gentle kiss. He moved his hands down your tummy and undid your pants, pulling them down with your panties. You moved your legs to get them off and gently kicked them aside. Tecchou quickly took his shirt off and you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a passionate, tender kiss as your soft, wet tongues worked together and your naked bodies rubbing into each other. Tecchou pulled his sweatpants down quickly and in another quick motion also kicked them aside, not breaking the kiss. He moved one of his hands down your waist, brushing it over your hip and moved it behind to grab your ass, meanwhile his other hand gently grabbed your neck as he pulled away from the kiss and moved his thumb on your jaw, gently turning it to the side. His tongue traced over your exposed neck, as he pulled you closer to him by your ass, making you feel how hard he was. He started sucking on a wet skin, making you whimper softly as your hands traced their way around his waist, one of them gently moving down on his hard cock and teasing it.

"Rather impatient, are we now?" he whispered in your ear.

"You tell me, Suehiro." you teased him, your grip on his cock getting harder. He moved away, gently moving your head forward, making you face him.

"Turn around and bend over." he ordered, earning a little laugh from you, as you kept teasing his cock.

"Rather impatient, are we now?" you giggled as he gently took your hand away from his member.

"You are the one who is making it harder." he whispered in your ear, making you giggle more because you liked the impact you had on him.

"So don't cry to me later how you can't take it and it's too big or too much." he said in his usual, deep voice and turned you around with no questions, pushing you gently over the sink by your neck. You got surprised by his reaction but he didn't really give you too much time to think as he kneeled behind you and gave few, quick licks to your pussy. He held your legs in place as he now started focusing on your clit. He slowly moved his hands up, resting them under your ass and gently spreading your thighs, making your pussy more exposed, meanwhile your hands and tummy were resting on the sink, trying to keep up balance. He moved his tongue in quick, but gentle circles on your clit making you whimper and grab edges of the sink harder. Then he covered your clit with his whole mouth, using soft skin on the bottom of his tongue, twirling in back in usual position and gave your clit one lick with top, wet, flat side of his tongue and started gently sucking on it. You quievered and whimpered lowly and he swiftly moved his mouth away and gave your ass one rough, loud spank. You twitched at impact as he placed a soft kiss on the same place he just spanked and moved down to entrance of your pussy, his tongue softly exploring the wet space between your inner pussy lips. He moved his tongue up and down, giving few gentle sucks in between as he coated it in your sweet juices. You kept quivering, your knees slowly losing the balance which made Tecchou fill up with unusual sense of sadism as he gave your pussy one last, kitten lick and gently kissed your clit and got up. He grabbed your hips, pulling them towards his hard member and started rubbing himself on you, giving your stimulated clit more friction. You wanted to move your upper body towards him, but he swiftly pushed you back down and kept his hand on your neck, putting enough pressure to keep you down, but to not hurt you. His eyes were lustful, looking down where his hardened cock rubbed your wet pussy and only thing keeping you apart were pair of boxers.

"Stay like that." he ordered in deep voice as he moved both of his hands away and took his boxers off. He kicked them aside on a pile that was sitting there already and slowly came back to you. His big hands were all over your ass and you could feel his hard cock poking you gently. He kept looking at your ass and gave it another spank, this time on the other cheek. It made you twitch and close your eyes from an impact. You could see that Tecchou's eyes were now on you. It was like he was telling you indirectly to keep looking at him and you suddenly felt another spank in the same place as previous one and you had exact same reaction like previous time. Tecchou smiled, not saying a word and gave your other ass cheek harsh spank. You tried to keep your eyes on him in the mirror, letting out a sharp gasp out. His little grin grew even more and he gave the same ass cheek one last spank. You gasped out once again, but you didn't take your eyes off of him which made him satisfied. He gently rubbed the red, marked area, looking at your ass and his gaze was almost apologetic towards it. One of his hands moved to stroke his hard, leaking cock was he rested his other hand on the bottom of you back. He teased your entrance with his tip for a few seconds and rather quickly started pushing himself inside. You moaned into a sink as his cock stretched you out slowly. He pushed it all the way in and slowly started pulling it out, then slowly back inside in order to lube himself. You spreaded your legs a bit more to gain balance and once he stretched you enough and lubed himself, he moved his hands on your hips, holding them firmly and started vigorously thursting into you. You moaned and moved yourself up to gain balance, as your hands grabbed the sink harder. His pace was quick and relentless pressing all right spots inside you at once. You kept your eyes closed from the intensity when you suddenly felt a hand around your throat.

"Look at me." he said through breathy moans as he held your throat, his pointy finger resting on your chin and holding it up. You felt too exposed which made you blush, you didn't have an issue meeting Tecchou's reflection, but yours. It felt too much for you. You tried to look at him as his hand around your throat and finger under your chin made more pressure. He kept his relentless pace which made you choke out moans and whimpers. He brought your body completely to his and slowed down his hip movement.

"Maybe I just need to fuck out thoughts from your head. How does that sound angel?" he whispered in your ear, his hand making more pressure around your throat as his other hand brushed over your hip. He kept looking at you in the mirror, you tried to keep your gaze at him, but you were too shy so you kept looking everywhere but in the mirror.

"I will take that as a yes, hold thight." he said rather impatiently and quickly pushed you down as your hands met edges of the sink. One of his hands grabbed your hip, meanwhile his other one was busy in your hair, grabbing it and pulling your head up.

"Keep looking at me or I will stop, do you understand?" he said in serious tone and you nodded hesitantly. He immediately started thursting fast and deep inside you, making you whimper out, but you kept your eyes on him. He was whimpering himself, but his eyes didn't stop their focus on your reflection in the mirror once.

"You are such a good girl." he said through breathless moans as he thursted even faster inside you, feeling of you pulsating and getting tight around his cock, as well as seeing your needy expression in the mirror made him feral. He started going even faster which made you tear up.

"I can't..I can't take it anym-" you tried to say through your messy moans, your puppy, teary eyes looking up at him but Tecchou cut you off.

"I told you something. You are doing such a-ah good job, you can handle it." he said through his groans and whimpers. He kept looking at your needy expression and quickly pulled out which made you gasp out at suddeness. He turned you around and picked you up, placing you on the wide side of the sink, making two of you face it almost diagonally since he didn't want for you to stop looking. You looked at him confused as he pulled your hips forward, exposing your pussy to him. He quickly lined up his cock and entered your went, needy cunt as one of his hands snaked around your back to give you support. He started moving inside you in medium pace this time, but his other hand went between your legs and his thumb started circling around your clit. Your legs were around him, one resting on the sink and other one was gently wrapped behind his thigh. He started making slow, gentle circles around your clit and moved his hips in slower pace than before, making you moan out for slightly faster friction inside you.

"Only if you keep your eyes in the mirror, but at yourself." he whispered in your ear and kissed your neck as he quickened up his pace just for seconds, to let you know what would you miss out on. You moaned and noddes as you kept your gaze on your face and partly his. He smiled and kissed your collarbone as he was pulling away to look at you. He started moving his hips in faster pace you desired as his thumb worked in pace you loved the most on your clit and your wrapped one of your arms around his neck, letting other one keep you balance on the sink and kept your eyes on yourself. You were whimpering and rocking your needy hips back and forth as you were getting closer, Tecchou's breathy moans making you clench his cock with your wet walls.

You noticed Tecchou also started looking at you in the mirror and you could feel his hip movement getting messier as he was getting close too. He gently rested his head on your chest and moved his thumb to stimulate you with two of his fingers on your clit, in slightly faster pace. His dick kept twitching inside you as you whimpered out and started shaking as your orgasm approached. He got himself together and started moving his hips at faster pace, pressing your sensitive spots inside as his fingers stimulated your clit and you could feel your orgasm coming. You thightened your legs around him and the way he looked in the mirror also made you go over the edge. He was sweaty, flushed, his hair was a mess, his bare, huge chest evidently moving up and down from breathy whimpers and his gaze burning on you. It was a lot and with few more seconds of his thursts and stimulation of your clit, you finally reached your orgasm.

"Keep looking baby, just like that." Tecchou talked through your orgasm, making sure you keep your eyes on yourself.

"Yeah, watch how pretty you look when you cum for me, princess." he kept talking through shaky voice as you kept riding out your orgasm, whimpering out and looking at your expression through weak eyes. You moved your hips back and forth barely as Tecchou's fingers left your clit and his thurst slowed down, letting you calm down and ride out your orgasm. You finally calmed down but Tecchou didn't waste another second as he swiftly moved you down and positioned you in front of the mirror just like the first time. Your legs were weak and your pussy felt sore from everything.

"Just keep looking at me." Tecchou exclaimed as he pushed his cock inside you, this time going slower than before. His eyes were looking directly at yours in the mirror, they were low, but as lustful as before.

"You look so beautiful, you know?" he said in soft voice as his hands pulled your hips to meet his pelvic area as he stimulated your pussy and his cock further. You were barely whimpering, you had no strenght in your body but you shyly nodded at Tecchou's question.

"You look like an angel." he said in soft voice and his remark made you thighten around him which stimulated him further as he was already close.

"I know you are tired baby, just keep looking at me, okay?" he said and started thursting faster inside you which made you gasp out again as he was chasing his own high. Your eyelids were heavy and so were his, you could barely look at each other but you kept your gazes and Tecchou thursted few more times deep inside you as he finally reached his own orgasm, followed with his breathy, deep whimpers and gasps as he dig his nails into your hips and filled you up with his warm, wet cum. He lazily moved few more times just to not make a mess once he pulls out and gently stroked your back. You didn't move your eyes off of each other once in the mirror and as he pulled out you slowly got up and turned around to hug him. He pressed a gentle kiss on top of your head as your sweaty, naked bodies deepened the hug.

"Let's run that bath for you angel." he said in soft voice as he stroked your hair.

"Do you want to join?" you asked him and looked up to meet his soft gaze.

"Let me take care of you first, sounds good?" he smiled and you nodded, returning the gentle smile.

The End :) <3

I hope you liked it and enjoyed! I apologize once again if it's not the best, girl is sleepy so forgive me <3

Thank you for reading and for supporting me and I appreciate that so much!! Thank you truly, I am so grateful and placing huge kisses on everyone's forehead :D <3

PS Q(utie) I hope you enjoyed it and this brightened up your day, at least a bit, I love you <3

#bungo stray dogs fic #tecchou x reader #tecchou suehiro x reader #tecchou x yn #tecchou suehiro smut #tecchou suehiro bsd

[luvvrboys]

Hiii! I’ve been in a bit of a tough spot recently and was wondering if you could to Pavitr x Transmasc(he/him) reader going through dysphoria and struggling to take care of themselves? Maybe like Pavitr notices Y/N is wearing more hoodies, keeping more lights off(maybe Y/N is going through overstimulation bc of lights being too bright or loud), covering mirrors with stuff, etc. I would love if something could be tied into the reader being taller than Pav!

angst/fluff preferred and romantic if that’s okay!! I love your work and thank you so much if you reply to this!! I know it’s super specific but it would really mean a lot to me.

Pavitr x Trans Masculine Reader :^)

So… I have to write this a second time because Tumblr like didn’t post it when I clicked to post it?? but anyways :))

I’m sorry you’re going through a hard time anon !! I will be honest, I do not personally struggle with dysphoria so this was kind of hard,, so I wrote this more in like a headcanon style,, I’m sorry that’s not exactly what you were looking for, love. I hope this can give you a bit of comfort though,, I really do<33 I hope you start to feel better,, take care!!

Warnings/Includes:: Mentions of overstimulation,, insecurities,, dysphoria,, masculine terms and pronouns used for the reader,, maybe ooc Pav??

Pavitr definitely notices something is wrong almost right away. It might take a little bit for him to notice as soon as possible, but he quickly picks up on the signs and makes note of them.

For one, your usual outfits have now been replaced with baggy sized clothes, lots that cover your body, and even if you wore clothes like that quite often, he notices other things that worry him, like the fact that your bathroom mirror has been covered by a towel, and the fact that you barely leave your room other then to eat

He eventually goes to check on you,, though he’s discrete about it, coming in your room with the excuse of asking you a question— something simple, like if you wanted something that he was making to eat or drink. He didn’t want you to know that he was totally panicking, he didn’t want to make you feel worse

But when he gets into your room? He freaks out just a tad bit more

The lights are completely turned off,, and the blinds are shut. The mirror you have in your room has been covered up by a large blanket,, and other things that could possibly reflect things are covered, too.

He tries to remain calm and sweet towards you as you both speak, and when he exits the room he totally panics.

His boyfriend is TOTALLY feeling awful about something, and he can’t quite place a finger on what— but judging by the way that you’re acting,, he sort of figures it out after a few minutes.

He decides to let you come to him; he doesn’t want to push you, and even though he’s scared,, he wants you to be okay.

If you do come to him and tell him, he relaxes a bit,, now knowing the cause of your problem

If you don’t tell him and things get worse though,, he eventually asks. He doesn’t want this to continue,, and even though he knows you probably might feel weird about it,, he wants to make sure you’re okay

Either way,, he eventually figures it out, even if it might take a little force

He tries his very best to be comforting and help you out if he needs to,, like turning down the lights if you’re feeling overstimulated,, and maybe keeping you away from mirrors

Pav also compliments you A LOT already, but be prepared to get even more compliments now that he knows you’re struggling with insecurities

“Did you know like…. You’re the handsomest person ever?? :D”

“I literally have the cutest boyfriend in the world oml”

“I really like the fact that you’re taller than me,, I like seeing your handsome face from down here:))”

He’s.. probably not THAT smooth with it lol, but he tries

He tries not to make it two obvious,, but he does try. He wants you to know that he loves you and cherishes you and he’ll be here if you need anything

If you need any favors, Pav tries to help. He’ll do anything that can give you some sense of comfort, he’ll even leave you alone if that’s all that you want at the moment

If a person was the reason you were feeling insecure, Pav would not deal with it AT ALL. He would be quit to tell you whatever they said or however they tried to make you feel was bs, and that you’re gorgeous and handsome and that he loves you

If its just because of your appearance in general? He’ll try to find ways to help with that, too. You want to start taking T? He’ll find a way to get it to you. You want a haircut? You’ve got one. You decide you maybe want to start wearing a binder? Expect one at your porch in two to three business days— he’ll even try to help remind you when to take it off when you need to

And if there’s not really a specific reason? He’ll still be there for you,, and he’ll try his best to comfort you and be there for you and make you feel better, bc he loves you and he hates to see you hurting

Overall 10/10 boyfriend, hes super accepting <33

#pavitr x reader #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr #Pavitr prabhakar x reader #Pavitr x you #pavitr prabhakar x you #spiderverse pavitr #across the spiderverse #fanfiction #spiderman across the spider verse spoilers #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse 2 #spiderverse spoilers #writing #spiderman #spiderman india x reader #spiderman india #Pavitr x make reader #male reader #transmasc #trans reader

[ticklish-n-stuff]

I waddle in here (kinda embarrassed 💀)

Also before I say anything I hope you're having a good day/noon/night :]

For tickletober, is it okay if I ask for Obey Me! lee!Asmodeus and ler!Solomon for prompt #2? For like a scenario, I'd just imagine they're chilling in Asmo's room and Asmo's like "Solomon I just used a new moisturizer you should feel how smooth my face is now" and Solomon agrees but his hand strays a bit too close to Asmo's neck by accident.

Sorry if I wrote too much for the ask, I'm just a bit excited for this year's tickletober. Again, I hope you have a good day!

Tickletober day #2: Accident

This might be ooc cause I havent played om in 500 years BUT I TRIED!!

I do remember reading in the wiki how Solomon and Asmo met and thought it was funni

Anyways hope you enjoy! :D

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Asmodeous x Solomon (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Asmo

Ler: Solomon

Warnings: Tickles!

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“Hey, hey! Touch my face!” Asmo bounced onto his bed, right next to Solomon, wearing an excited grin on his face.

“Erm… what?”

“It’s this new moisturizer I got, it makes my skin so soft! C’mon, y’know you wanna~” the lustful one nudged the human.

Solomon rolled his eyes and decided to play along, reaching out to softly caress the demon’s cheek.

“It is pretty soft- Huh, what’s so funny?” the white haired male tilted his head like a curious cat.

“It- eheheek! Your nails, they tickle!~” the demon spoke gleefully, his cheeks slowly turning pink from embarrassment.

“Hold on, your cheeks are ticklish?”

Asmo gave a sheepish nod, causing the mage to let out an amused smirk.

“Why did you never tell me such vital information?” he kept lightly dragging his nails across pink cheeks, gently fluttering against the soft skin.

“I- Wahahait! Solomon, stahahaph!” the demon chrotled out, trying to swat away at the white haired male’s hands

“Ah ahh, stay still now~”

Asmo knew that face too well, it was the face of pure evil. Teasing evil. Still, his body betrayed his thoughts as he put his hands down, allowing Solomon to continue toying with him.

“Now… let’s see what other spots you’re hiding from me~”

It’s going to be a long night filled with laughter for the both of them...

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IM SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT BUT I DIDNT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO ADD

#augtickletober2023 #tickletober2033 #obey me #obey me tickle #obey me tickle fic #om! asmodeus #om! solomon #lee!asmodeous #ler!solomon

[iidylllic]

Keyhole | Pt 2 💠🖤

Dottore & Pantalone x reader | 3.3k words | 18+

Part 1 | Part 2 📍

Description: Pantalone gets his way.

Reader specifications: woman AFAB she/her | switch reader with both elements of domming and subbing written into the fic. This part is mostly subbing with you in a hierarchy that goes Pantalone > You > Dottore OR Pantalone > You >= Dottore

Character specifications: Dottore [switch!dottore, dottore likes being pegged :), socially inept Dottore, probs OOC tried my best, total disregard for his clones] Pantalone [dom!pantalone, he’s a sadist through and through to me, he’s also an asshole here] Both [they’re past fuckbuddies]

Tags: sft [dottore is bad at feelings as per usual, blackmail] nsft [dark themes, pegging, riding, vibrators, sex toys, non-consensual voyeurism, mentions of other kinks, cucking, yes dottore gets cucked lol, bondage, initially dubious consent, cunnilingus, nasty sex lol, degradation, sex fluids in mouth, edging, thighfucking, this part of fic is basically all porn]

Note: Sorry for the slight delay but I still managed didn’t I :D I haven’t wrote smut since my first Dottore fic so it was a tough thing to write. Hope you enjoy :)

I am 18+, have read the tags, and consent to seeing the content of this fic [yes ⬇️] [no ↩️]

Pantalone is the last person you expected to see that night.

Dottore doesn’t explain anything. His mouth is etched into a flat line. Pantalone stands behind him, smiling as always with a practised genuineness and a friendly greeting. The two men take up the entire doorway of your small apartment within the Fatui facility, and for a moment, you think you must’ve did something horribly wrong.

“Would you like to come in?” You offer, looking to Dottore for approval. His expression doesn’t shift, but he marches in to the small living space, sinking down onto the sofa. For a brief moment you’re aware of his anger, something incredibly volatile bubbling inside of him- the rigid movements, the clenched fists. And for a moment, you feel nothing except pity for the man that can’t seem to catch a break these days.

Pantalone nods before also letting himself in. “How has your evening been, (Y/N)?”

It’s hard to understand anything that’s currently going on. Did Dottore intentionally invite Pantalone around for after-dinner drinks? To your place specifically? Did he just invite himself? “Uh, fine. It’s been fine. Did you enjoy your meal?”

“It was wonderful, thank you for asking,” Pantalone replies, shuffling out of his coat. You reach to him for it, placing it on the hooks by the door. “I’ll have to take you to that restaurant one day, I think a lady like yourself would-“

Dottore, clearly growing irritated, calls out, “Tell her why you’re here. I would appreciate it if this was over as soon as possible.”

You can tell his teeth are gritted and worry begins to swamp your thoughts. Pantalone merely looks down at you through his glasses. You can see your reflection in them, wide eyed, nervous. He clears his throat, beckoning you to follow him to the sofa. You pick the loveseat across from him, slowly setting yourself down and observing how Dottore shifts his entire body closer to the armrest, away from Pantalone. It’s a gesture that attempts to mimic disgust, yet also indicates fear.

You feel like a guest within your own home.

“I’ll get to the point, shall I? I was in the right place at the right time, and overheard some rather… interesting things occurring between you and my colleague.”

Dottore leans his head backwards, sighing in exasperation. Your eyes dart between the two men. Surely Pantalone wasn’t implying…?

Oh archons, he was, wasn’t he?

“Lord Harbinger, I’m so sorry-“

And he laughs. He’s always smiling, always laughing, always so overwhelmingly friendly. You’ve never quite gotten the sense that there’s a threat behind it, though you know of how exactly Pantalone deals with people who fail to repay him. You wonder if he doesn’t stop smiling then, you wonder if he gleefully informs someone of their downfall in that even yet airy tone of voice.

“Well, dearest (Y/N), I’ll let you off with it, if you’ll just do one little thing for me?”

Contract. Deal. Bargain. Something you’ve never wanted to have with the man purely out of self-preservation. Mouth gone dry, cheeks ablaze, and head spinning, you can do nothing except nod.

“I want to fuck you and have Dottore watch.”

Your lips part, and nothing comes out. Dottore stays completely still in that moment. Pantalone relaxes further into the sofa, crossing one leg over the other as his hands join together.

You close your mouth before opening it again, praying for something, anything, to manifest itself into the silence. And like a lost child calling for their parent, you weakly say, “Dottore?”

You’re not sure who it’s addressed to.

“He’s threatening to tell people if we don’t.”

“Threaten..? No. Suggest, yes.”

“Instead of wanting to sleep with my assistant, you should consider sleeping with one eye open for the entirety of your life.”

Staring down at your hands, your thoughts begin to form above the sound of your thudding heart.

“(Y/N).” Pantalone says. You realise he’s never explicitly stated that the threat applies to you, or if you would be named in this slander, though you don’t exactly want to damage Dottore’s reputation. That’s a one-way road to being fired, possibly dead.

“Yes, I’m… thinking.”

“Do try to make up your mind soon.”

“Personally, I don’t care,” Dottore tells you. “I don’t care about us. Watching the two of you have sex means nothing to me. I’ll just be there during the act so this freak can get his rocks off.”

You know Pantalone doesn’t miss the way your facial expression morphs to one of hurt. He tilts his head like an expectant dog, hoping Dottore’s testimony will bring you to agree. Your shoulders slump and you murmur out a small, “Fine. I’ll do it.”

Pantalone only nods. You’re expecting more of a reaction from him, but he stays calm, his presence still the most overwhelming in the entire room. Dottore has slumped into a state of acceptance.

Perhaps Pantalone is the one expecting a larger response from you. There’s no leaping out of joy at the prospect of having sex with him- though he’s certainly handsome and you may have entertained the thought briefly, on occasion- you’re too worried about Dottore. But why should you be? He’s already stated that he doesn’t care. You should just take the once-in-a-lifetime experience of having sex with the ninth harbinger, and try not to think too hard about the implications on your relationship with Dottore.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“Now?” You whisper.

“Of course.”

And surprisingly, Dottore is the first to get up, trudging towards the hallway.

———

Initially, it’s awkward.

“So I suppose this is your idea of fun?” Dottore says, watching as Pantalone begins to take off his clothes. You hear his belt fall to the floor and he sits down on your bed, staring at you as you stand between Dottore and Pantalone whilst you remove your stockings. Pantalone stops you from removing anymore after that, hooking his arm around your waist and gently guiding you into his lap. Your superior is across from you, viewing the ordeal from his awkward position.

Dottore’s hands are tied behind his back using a tie he forgot in your room from the last time. His mask is off. His red eyes look thoroughly unamused, like he may as well be watching paint dry.

“It’s one of them.”

Dottore, Dottore, Dottore. You can’t stop glancing over at him but you never really catch his eyes. He’s staring right through you.

Pantalone, now seated on the bed with you, begins to run his palms up and down your bare thighs, hiking up your skirt in the process. They’re cold, but his body radiates a divine warmth. You’d rather just lean your head against his chest and drown in the scent of his earthy cologne, but you both know that’s not why you’re here. His hands start to slide beneath your blouse, evoking a pleasant hum from him when they make contact with your braless chest.

“Mm… I’m beginning to understand, Dottore.”

Deft fingers start working at the buttons with ferocious speed. You have to admire the carefulness in unwrapping you so delicately. Dottore had ripped off one of your shirts before. He’s always so fast and aggressive, perhaps more fondly described as “passionate”. Yet Pantalone’s handling of your body shows passion too, albeit in a more reserved and sensual manner. You close your eyes, wanting to focus on the moment. You feel something heating in your core as his hand meets one of your breasts, rolling the bud between his two fingers gently, pinching, tugging slightly. Your legs tighten up reflexively, and your hand finds itself wandering to between your legs, only to be met by your the fabric of your skirt.

“How could you keep her all to yourself?” Pantalone sighs. The warm breath tickles the back of your neck and for a moment you feel completely enveloped by the man, his presence dominating every one of your senses- spare one. Opening your eyes reveals the man across from you once more- and this time, when you listen carefully, you can hear his breathing as well.

The room is glacial when Pantalone starts to unzip your skirt from the side, lifting you slightly and sliding it down your legs where it falls limp on the floor. You lean forward and abandon your open blouse as well, leaving you with only one item of clothing between your legs which Pantalone’s fingers begin to hover over. His lips create a suction at your neck, teeth nipping the skin whilst he plays around with the waistband of your panties.

The other breathing in the room merely grows louder. Blood rushes in your ears, and as your panties begin to get tugged down your legs, you find yourself staring at Dottore’s shoes.

He’s really getting nothing out of this? He just has to watch?

“Focus on me, dear.” Pantalone calls out. He sounds so distant, yet feels so close.

And you comply as you’re shuffled out of his lap and Pantalone stands dead in front of you, blocking your view of Dottore. The Regrator begins to gracefully remove the rest of his clothes, and you find yourself reaching out. A light chuckle rings through the room as your fingertips graze his hips longingly.

When he reveals an impressive length, you avert your eyes immediately like the very sight would stain your long-forgotten modesty. The last thing to go is his glasses, which he sets gently to the side on your bedside table.

Backing yourself up on the bed to get ready for him, you faintly realise that Pantalone’s not the only one who’s been pitching a tent in his pants the entire time. And it comforts you, somehow, to know that you still exist to Dottore.

“Face down, rear up, darling. Present to us.”

Diligently, you follow his command. Embarrassment registers at the position, clearly meant to give Dottore a full view of what he’s missing out on. The second Pantalone’s fingertips meet your pussy, you clench up instinctively. He’s standing off to the side so Dottore can see it clearly. How generous.

“It’s glistening,” Pantalone narrates, as if neither of you know that. “She’s already wet, see? Did you ever get her like this?”

“Yes.” Comes the dull reply. It’s not a lie.

Prodding. Rubbing. And two fingers start to ease their way in, slowly. You take deep breaths as they slip into you, exploring your body. You whine as they hit a spot that feels just right, and you can make out the sound of Dottore’s shoes shuffling on the floor. Pantalone’s hand stills as the fingertips keep working inside of you. Heat and tension begins to build inside. His thumb starts running over your clit gently before picking up speed and pressure. You clench down hard for a moment- just briefly, so briefly- and Pantalone draws his hand back with violent speed, leaving you without stimulation entirely.

You start to whine, wiggling your ass in the air slightly with little regard for how wanton you look. “Why did you stop?”

“We’re all going to exercise our patience tonight, sweetheart.”

Footsteps, moving away from you.

Dottore’s voice, speaking on his own initiative for once. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m completely serious, dearest Doctor.”

There’s a slight sucking noise, a pop- and archons above is Pantalone making Dottore suck your juices off his fingers?

“I have a very special job for you, Dottore. Can you guess what it is?” Pantalone coos. “Don’t worry about your bindings. I’ll support you the entire time- see, aren’t I good to you?”

The height of your pleasure is beginning to fade as Dottore is guided over to you, painstakingly slow. You’ve already guessed what the “very special job” could be, and your idea is only confirmed when hot air fans over your dripping cunt.

His tongue meets your labia, licking up in one, long stripe.

“Good boy.”

Dottore’s head is pushed closer, his nose practically buried in your folds. And you swear to Celestia, he moans.

When his tongue starts to work at your clit, your thighs tremble and your mouth betrays any efforts to keep quiet. It’s been a while since Dottore’s did this and you’re reminded of how he’s so focused and so precise, sucking both delicately and with pressure, his tongue rolling over in the right places.

“I honestly expected it to be quicker.” Pantalone muses, only serving as encouragement for Dottore to try harder. With his tongue pressing firmly and his head bobbing slightly, you finally cum with a long, drawn out moan, pussy fluttering around nothing.

It’s like Pantalone’s talking to a pet when he says, “Good boy, good Dottore!”

You think Dottore puts up a struggle as he’s dragged away from you, because you faintly hear Pantalone whispering to him not to get any ideas.

“- Or this won’t be taken care of.”

Dottore whines before you hear him sit back down on the stool. You’re still presenting yourself. Something runs down your thigh.

“She’s so nice and wet for me now. Dripping.”

A finger swipes your dribbled slick away.

“Just imagine what it feels like inside of her right now. But… I think you’ve spent enough staring at this angle of her. Turn around for me, dear, same position.”

You crawl on your hands and knees like a dog about to lie down, settling where you can open your eyes and see Dottore.

And he looks back. He looks right into your eyes. His forehead is shiny with sweat and his hair sticks to it. And all he can do is watch.

“Good girl. Now, let’s put on a show, shall we?”

The mattress dips behind you faster than expected, and Pantalone’s cock prods at your entrance, rubbing back and forth slightly before sinking into you. You gasp as it makes its way in, filling you to the brim. And it stops completely, buried to the hilt with no movement. You move your hips but two pairs of hands now rest on them, warning you not to continue.

“Well? Describe how it feels for our audience.”

“I feel- I feel so full. It’s so big- I- I need you to start moving. Please. Please!”

You’re rewarded with a gentle pace, slow and shallow thrusts driving into your core. The sound is humiliating, brazenly revealing your wetness. Dottore can definitely hear it.

“Faster.” You gasp out.

The difference is so small, but it’s faster nonetheless. “You’re going to have to put on a better performance if you want more.”

“Dottore,” You call out, addressing him personally. “His cock is so big- he- it’s stretching me out so nicely-“

You’re interrupted by the moan you make at Pantalone’s quickening rhythm. You don’t hold anything back, knowing now that louder is better.

“I have to also testify that she’s so tight, Dottore. I don’t envy you right now, stuck over there.” Pantalone breathes. His speech fades as you squeeze around him tighter, trying to milk him for all he’s got. In response he grips your body harder, bruising your sides with his fingertips, and starts slamming into you.

“Just like that.” You gasp. You stare into Dottore’s eyes again, unsure if the expression in them is one of wrath or lust. His mouth is open, rows of pointed, gritted teeth exposed.

“Good girl, taking me so well.”

You end up rocking your hips back slightly, desperate for even more friction as the knot in your loins tightens. A shameless mewl is ripped from you as he hammers into your g-spot, your toes curling behind you.

“I hope you don’t mind that I’m marking her up Dottore,” Pantalone says. You become suddenly aware of the previous locations of his fingertips, red hot against the cold in the room. “Ah… what am I saying? You don’t have a choice.”

You can feel his balls hitting against you as you bury your face into your arms. He fucks into you with an unknown ferocity, leaving you moaning like a bitch in heat.

“Who’s fucking you, darling?” He breathes.

“Pantalone!” You squeal, hands gripping into the bedsheets.

“Look into his eyes, and say my name when you cum.”

Your body reacts immediately to that message and you know your release will come soon. You’re drooling at this point, eyes blank, but you still find it within yourself to redirect your gaze towards the man who is looking more desperate by the second.

And as you follow Pantalone’s final command, your body succumbs to an earth-shattering orgasm that traps you in a realm where time slows, enthralled momentarily within Dottore’s piercing red stare. You keep breathing, moaning, gasping as Pantalone continues to rail you, eventually stopping abruptly when he drags your entire body towards his, fully bottoms out, and empties his hot seed deep inside of you.

With shuddering breaths you start the process of calming down, now struggling to look at Dottore’s face. Instead, you shamelessly look at his clothed dick straining against his pants.

Pantalone finally removes himself, watching as you finally stretch out your legs with a sigh of relief. He makes his way over to Dottore, hand ghosting over the area of interest.

“Now, let’s see. Has our desperate doctor creamed his pants yet, or does he require some… assistance?”

And Dottore doesn’t speak. Doesn’t defend himself as he’s stood up, pants finally tugged down to his ankles as Pantalone inspects him. You prop your head up on your elbows to watch. A slender finger runs over the tip whilst Dottore whines in agitation.

“Just precum. Do you want to cum, Dottore?”

“Badly.” He rasps.

“I see.”

Pantalone rakes a hand through his hair before directing his attention to you.

“We’re not finished, then. Spread your legs, (Y/N). Dottore, go behind her.”

Dottore doesn’t offer any arguments. He just stares.

“The only way I’m letting you cum is while tasting the sex I just had with your assistant. Now move before I change my mind.”

Despite your current exhaustion, something still manages to tingle inside of you at Pantalone’s display of cruelty.

And so, one last time, you spread your legs and this time Dottore’s presence is behind you. He’s awkward, unbalanced as he tries to position himself. You find your eyes on Pantalone as Dottore begins to clean you up, tongue darting so he can taste the leakage of your creampie.

“Collect some. Don’t swallow.”

Pantalone offers you his signature smile. Your eyes roll back as ecstasy begins to spark once more, undoubtedly enjoying the sensation before it’s cut off by Pantalone himself.

“Good enough. Dottore, get up, off the bed. Stand. (Y/N), do the same. Face one another.”

Both of you obey the command immediately. It’s only been an hour, but it feels like Pantalone has made you into his well-trained pets.

Pantalone offers Dottore some assistance with positioning his cock between your legs, right in the crevice of your wet pussy and thighs.

“Don’t put it in, now, Dottore. I don’t want you disturbing my work. You can get off by fucking her thighs.”

Dottore’s hips buck forward, and Pantalone stills him, going behind Dottore and looking into your eyes from behind.

“One last thing. Kiss, and don’t break it off until you both orgasm.”

Your mouths clumsily find each other as Dottore starts to rut against you, creating friction against your clit. You can taste your slick combined with Pantalone’s salty cum, the fluid coating your tongue and dripping out of your lips. Dottore is groaning unashamedly, and you can feel the veins of his shaft rub you in your most sensitive area. It takes surprisingly little time to reach your final orgasm of the night, moaning against Dottore as Pantalone holds him steady. And when Dottore cries your name, knees starting to buckle, cum spurting out the tip of his cock, you can finally remove your mouth from his and breathe.

In through the nose, out through the mouth.

The room smells like sex, and you’re not sure if you’ll ever be able to see your bedroom the same way again.

You eventually find yourself beside Dottore on the bed as he stretches his aching arms, Pantalone returning from the bathroom. You can hear the sound of running water coming from down the hall.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Pantalone says, looking rather proud of himself.

(Not exactly unearned pride in your eyes, however, distastefully smug)

You look down to the floor in embarrassment, face aflame.

Dottore just groans.

“I’m very pleased with the way both of you performed. I hope we can make similar arrangements in the future. You both look like you enjoyed yourselves.”

Noting- though not caring about- the lack of response, Pantalone continues.

“You can both go in the bath first. It should be ready soon enough.”

When he leaves the room, you rest your head against Dottore’s shoulder, praying silently he won’t squirm away from you.

And he doesn’t. Rather, he leans in, resting his own head against yours.

-fin :)-

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[maximwtf]

“Finish what I started.”

                                       Mycroft x reader

words: 2048

google docs pages: 3

warnings: description of torture and death, trauma response, ptsd, nightmare, comfort

opening: You come back from a mission that was in another country. Something seems to have happened, since Mycroft notices you waking up to repetitive nightmares and acting odd. 

AN// obsessed with him rn– reader can be any gender. Also I’m sorry if he’s ooc, It’s 2am and I wrote this while half asleep :”D!

                       “Finish what I started.”

It had only been a couple of weeks since you came back from the latest mission you had been sent on. This one had lasted for almost three months, and it included you having to go undercover and take down a medium size crime web. Working in this field, you had seen and experienced a lot that a normal everyday person couldn’t even imagine. These experiences had frozen you to your core, making you come off as a cold and an emotionless person. So far only a couple people had you allowed into your life, seeing the person you used to be. One of them was your partner, nowadays husband, Mycroft. You bonded with him well because of his cold persona, but it didn’t take long for the both of you to find out the true personas behind the cold outer looks. Finding some solace within each other.

After the mission was over and you had been picked up, something in you had already changed. What had been done to you and what you had witnessed was way worse than anything else from any past missions. The group was violent to even it’s own members, making you a target to the tortures they held every now and then. They would leave you alone after the beatings, without any water or food. If it wasn’t you getting tortured, it was someone else. That didn’t mean you were safe though. They made you and the others watch, and many times the tortures ended up with someone dying. You could sense the paranoia in the air from their leader, not trusting his own troops.

You had killed a lot of people because of your work, but never had you tortured someone to their death. All the kills that had been completed by you were fast, not giving the target time to suffer before officially dying. You had a steady hand and a cool mind, making the fatal shots easy for you to make. But with the latest mission, you were not allowed to use a gun to end someone. None of the others did either. You could only torture them to their limits, and wait for their screams to die down, taking that as a sign that they had officially died. There had been many times you had been at your limit to blow the cover, but you weren’t the type to give up. Knowing that the mission was nearing its end, you just pushed through even if every day disgusted you.

After the plane had landed the first thing you saw was Mycroft’s car. It had been almost three months since the last time you had seen him or talked to him, and the stress from before just kept on building up.

Walking up to him felt strange, and you knew he must have picked up that something was wrong, but he just didn’t say anything. Considerate as always. He was clever, even if he didn’t use his skills the same way Sherlock used them. With a quick greeting, you stepped in his car, closing your eyes to calm down as soon as you sat down. For once it felt safe to just sit and be, because for the past three months doing something like this had been impossible.

The ride home was quiet, only the radio making noise as it played songs silently. Not even after getting home did you speak, deep in thought. The plane ride had been long, and it was quite late when you finally stepped foot inside the familiar apartment. Everything seemed to be in the same place as it had been when you left all those months ago, but somehow the house still felt strange. Mycroft stepped in the house as well, walking past you to the kitchen. Your gaze followed him, as if your mind was automatically waiting for something bad to happen. Feeling your body get ready to fight and to survive made you cringe. Why couldn’t your mind see where you were? This was your home, and especially with Mycroft here no danger could get to you. Anger filled your mind because of your behaviour, and while gritting your teeth you walked into the more familiar shared bedroom.

Emotions like these were something you usually kept to yourself, but right now your chest felt tight and crying for some reason felt like a good option. You knew what you were signing up for when you started to work as an agent, but not once did you consider what your limits were. Those limits had been crossed over so many times in the past couple of months, it was no wonder your mind couldn’t handle it. And the fear of this possibly ending your career shook your very core. You didn’t react to Mycroft walking into the room as well, it was only when he turned off the lights that your mind reacted to him being there. “You didn’t want to eat?” He asked as he walked to his side of the bed, past you. You shook your head and slipped out of some of your clothes, only leaving on a t-shirt and undergarments before getting under the covers. After a while the mattress moved as Mycroft laid down as well and found a comfortable position to sleep in. Due to the darkness of the room, you didn’t know if the older Holmes had fallen asleep or if he was awake as well, but you couldn’t fall asleep. 

Even though your mind knew you were safe here, your body was still ready to defend itself at any given moment. Suddenly a hand took a hold of yours, startling you. You stiffened up, almost getting up to slap the hand away, but before being able to do that you saw who it was. Mycroft’s eyes were on you, examining your reaction. “What happened?” His voice asked, a hint of concern apparent in his voice which he hid quite well. You laid back down carefully, letting the man’s hand rest on top of yours, knowing he has missed you even if he didn't say so. “Nothing, I’m just tired.” You explained, turning your back to him and trying to fall asleep. You could almost feel Mycroft’s eyes on you in the darkness until he closed his eyes.

You stayed awake for a while after that, making sure that the man was fully asleep before being comfortable enough to even try to sleep. After getting used to not being able to sleep before everyone else had been taken over by sleep, your body still couldn’t let go of the habit. Sleep was still something you knew you needed, and after trying and forcing sleep to take over you, it thankfully happened. You finally passed out, and drifted into a light sleep. You had never been a heavy sleeper, and even some of the slightest sounds were able to wake you up. Most of the time you’d just lay in bed awake and decide if the noise was worth getting up and checking where it came from, but after the mission it felt like you were even more sensitive to sounds during the night. Sleeping made you vulnerable and an easy target, due to not being able to check your surroundings. So during the mission sleeping was only possible in rare places where you felt safe enough.

Hours passed before your mind began to form a dream, a nightmare. You were right back at the gang’s base. An old lamp was hanging from the concrete ceiling, only lighting up a small section of the cold room. The members you had gotten used to seeing were there, watching you get beat up for making a mistake. They had tied your hands to a pair of ropes that were hanging from the ceiling, taking turns to keep hitting you. The world was spinning and the taste of blood was disgusting, making you keep your mouth open. You didn’t have the energy to keep your body up anymore, now leaning onto the ropes, hoping that they were strong enough to take your full weight. One of the members kicked your stomach, making your body swing back and forth on the ropes. The last hit was from a whip that came in contact with your back, making you let out a growl through your teeth. You didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of seeing you in pain, resisting was all you could do so they would give up. There was no energy left in you, but even without looking you could hear most of the men walk out of the room one by one, leaving you alone to hang there by your hands. Your breaths were turning into steam in the cold air as your head kept drooping.

You broke out of the nightmare, taking air in as fast as you could before sitting up on the bed. ‘Fuck….fuck..’ you kept whining quietly while leaning your palms against your face and bringing your knees closer to your body. Keeping on repeating the same word, you sat there, trying to remove the images from your mind. The sudden movements started to stir awake your husband from his sleep as well, first making him groan silently before opening his eyes. It was only then when you realised he had woken up that you went quiet, only leaning to your hands in the darkness of the room. “What- hey, what happened?” Mycroft’s sleepy voice asked as he slowly sat up as well, trying to shake off the sleep from his eyes. His movements frightened your already tense mind, making you automatically try to drag your body away from him, towards the edge of the bed. “Hold- hold still-” The man said, trying to calm down his voice after seeing the state you were in.

He got closer to you, bringing you into a tight embrace, not sure what else to do. You resisted for a moment, trying to get away from him by thrashing around. This didn’t last long though since you were already drained, and soon you gave up. “There…okay..” Mycroft mumbled while easing the embrace, feeling you lean against him. “What did they do to you?” He then asked, feeling his hand around your back, soon feeling the rashes from the whip through your shirt. “They used to have beatings.” Your voice shook the same way your body did, filled with fear and the need to let the tension go. You could feel how tense Mycroft was, clearly surprised by your reaction, knowing something bad must have happened to cause a reaction like this. “Why didn’t you inform us? We would have pulled you back immediately.” He raised his voice a little, not being able to help it. He was worried, a hint of anger in him sparking at the news being broken out to him. You hid your face away from him before speaking up again. “I didn’t want the mission to be left unfinished.” Mycroft sighed, understanding what you meant but still angered by the fact that you hadn’t called out for help when the beatings had started to happen. “We could have at least helped you.” He then replied, hand placed over the scar going across your back, tracing the top of it before stopping. “I can’t fucking sleep because of this.” You whined, finally turning your eyes to him. He didn’t say anything, but something about him told you that he understood and felt bad for what you were experiencing.

Mycroft nodded slowly. “I know, but we can see what we can do tomorrow. I’ll be there for you, but I need you to sleep.” He then said, looking directly at you. “I’ll try.” Was all you could say, feeling your chest tighten again. “Promise me?” He asked, slowly letting you go from the embrace. “You know I can’t do that.” You sighed, laying back down to take a breath. Mycroft followed your actions, bringing you closer to him. He rarely ever ‘cuddled’ with you, but over time you had noticed that he did it on his own when he noticed you weren’t doing well. You relaxed after a while, slowly starting to drift back to sleep, hoping the dreams wouldn’t haunt you anymore.

#sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock holmes #mycroft #mycroft holmes #mycroft holmes x reader #mycroft x reader #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader fanfic #bbc sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes x reader

[sagemii]

Always a fighter, never a son.

The androids have won, and they can't help but think of their future, so hopeful and full of love.

Connor, however, can only think of the twitch in his fingers that creep closer and closer to the gun in his back pocket.

a/n: or a different approach at Connor "suicide or give up" ending, one where we have Hank's reaction. yipee :D no but seriously, heavy angst for that one, and I wrote it at one in the morning with absolutely zero memories of the actual scenes. so this might also be OOC.

open-ended so I might write a second part? also props to may_the_wellerman_come on tiktok for the idea. sorry for taking so long :')

characters: Connor, Hank, small mention of Cole and even smaller mention of Amanda (presence implied but not directly shown)

words: 963

TW: angst, major character death, suicide, small implication of drugs and alcohol, sort of flashback to what happened with Cole

additional notes: not proof-read, potentially OOC, tried to be poetic (I'm not)

They did it.

In the middle of the unforgiving cold, and in the dead of night, the androids had won. They had won a war without using violence. They had proven that they were alive.

And Connor felt alive. So alive. He felt like if he put his hand right here, over his chest, he could feel a heartbeat. Not a machine pumping blue blood. A beating, human heart. He felt like he could breathe in the fresh air, in a rushed and unregulated way that once felt so foreign to him. He felt alive.

So why didn't he feel happy?

Connor was supposed to be happy. He was free, after all. They all were. He could be whoever he wanted now. A friend, a son.

A son ?

The voice wasn't his. It was... No. No, it wasn't possible. He was supposed to be free, so why... Why was she still here?

I'm afraid you've misled yourself, Connor. You are nothing more than a machine.

Connor wanted to scream. To cry. To run. Whatever he could do to... Escape. He wanted to be free. He wanted to be someone.

You will be "someone" , Connor. You will be the machine that brought back our world to the way it used to be, to the way it should be.

He realized, in that moment, that he only had two options. And he wanted to laugh at that thought. He had two options. Not one. Maybe it was freedom, in a cruel way.

Give up.

Connor slowly took his gun out of his back pocket. It felt cold. So cold. He felt cold, too.

You're just a machine, Connor.

He slowly put the gun underneath his chin. In front of all of the androids he had saved moments ago. Why couldn't he be like them? Why couldn't he truly be free? He couldn't look at them. He'd see what he could've had.

Stop fighting. You will lose everything that you thought you had.

He knew the consequences. He knew how he would react. And Connor wanted anything but this. He wanted everything, and yet... Would he get nothing? Was this the end?

I can help you end your pain.

Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. He wasn't in pain. He was... Yes, he was free. He chose to do this. It was his decision, his last choice. And such a tragically beautiful choice.

Save yourself.

Or save everyone else?

Connor finally let his gaze fall down to the seemingly infinite rows of androids standing before him. Maybe... Maybe he was never meant to have this.

Maybe this was planned from the very beginning.

Connor looked back towards the horizon, let out a simulated breath. Of anger, of sadness, of relief.

And he pulled the trigger.

He did it.

———

"Well, they finally did it..." Hank sighed with a small smile gracing his lips, sitting in his couch as he looked at the TV. Sumo was on the floor, also looking at the screen as if he was truly interested in what was happening.

"Sumo, watch. There he is..." He chuckled as Sumo barked at the screen, as if he recognized someone he now considered a friend, a family member.

Standing on a stage in front of such a crowd, Connor looked like an emperor. Or something like that.

Hank felt inexplicably proud of him. Well, not inexplicably. To think that not so long ago, Hank wanted nothing more than to punch this plastic face. And now, he was watching him on TV like a proud dad would with his son.

Son.

Hank hadn't thought about that word in a short while. Not in that way, at least. Not about someone other than...

Not about Connor.

"...Why's he just standing there like an idiot?" Hank sighed, dramatically waving his glass around. A glass of water, mind you. He was trying. It was hard, but now that he had an android pestering him 24/7 about how dangerous it is for humans to drink, and do drugs, and... eat junk food, It was somehow a good motivation to try and change for the better.

Hank was brought back to reality when Sumo barked again. He looked at the screen.

"What... the hell."

What was he even doing? He had no reason to take his gun out. Did he see someone in the crowd of androids who could be a threat? Maybe someone from Cyberlife managed to sneak in, maybe it's just someone a bit suspicious-looking, maybe...

No.

No, no, no.

Hank got up from his couch as quickly as he could. He hurried to put on his shoes and coat, and then started looking for his car keys.

"Fucking hell... I don't have time for this! Fuck, what is he even thinking? What is he even doing?"

Hank felt like he had just been thrown in iced water. His mind was in overdrive. He could hear Sumo barking, he could hear the news reporter getting somewhat curious and worried as she looked at Connor from the helicopter she was sitting in. He could feel his breath getting quicker. Everything was spinning.

Come on. Hurry up, faster. Only a few more minutes. Hang in there.

.

.

.

Oh.

A loud noise resonated in Hank's house. A loud and abrupt noise. In an instant... In an instant, Hank felt like he was back there.

He was back in the hospital hallway, sitting down as he painfully waited for someone to come and talk to him. To explain what was happening.

Would they even bring Connor to a hospital? A repair center? Would it be too late? Would they not care? Was he just an android to them? A machine, despite what he had achieved? Despite who he had become?

Would no one save his son?

#detroit become human #dbh #dbh connor #detroit become human connor #dbh fic #🌻 sagemii's works

[sharkpupsblog]

😨 Lost Horse! 🐎 PART 5. Out of the woods.

A Sabine x GN! Reader fanfic!

Finally!!! Silly Sabine shows up!!! So sorry for making u guys wait 4 parts 😭💔 also this feels … ooc to me . So sorry guys 💔 i am a bit rusty on writing for Sabine even though i wrote a fic for her like a couple weeks ago 😭💔 anyways i don’t have much to say today so enjoy! :D

Summary: You are woken by a stranger who leads you out of the forest.

Warnings: foul language and some hints to trauma.

You waved your hand in the air as you felt Khaan shake you awake. “Khaan give me five more minutes” you were really tired you wanted to keep sleeping. You felt the shake again, and you gently pushed Khaan away. You opened your eyes feeling panic as you realized whatever you pushed away wasn’t Khaan. The thing you pushed away felt like leather. You fully woke up when you heard a voice tell you to “get up!” You sat up almost bumping into the owner of the voice as you quickly moved to sit up. You gasped as you came face to face with a girl with long black hair and scars. Her eyes had an unusual amber coloring, and they were glaring daggers into you.

You blushed when you saw that she was wearing a leather jacket. You pushed her, you felt awful. “I’m so sorry!” You put a hand over your mouth as you realized you were being too loud. You lowered your voice “I thought you were my horse I am so sorry.” The girl looked surprised when you said Khaan was your horse. You looked for him, seeing him standing beside the girl. On her left stood a black Lipizzaner and she had the same bridle Khaan had. It had the same design and coloring. Khaan neighed lowering his head to sniff you. He pressed his snout against your cheek. The girl let out a groan as she stood up. She had been kneeling in front of you the whole time. She held Khaan’s reins in her hand.

You looked to her hand then to her giving her a ‘what are you doing?’ Look. She either didn’t notice the look or she didn’t care because she said nothing. The girl found you and Khaan sleeping she originally planned to take him without waking you. That is why she had his reins in her hand. She ended up having to throw that plan away after the Friesian made it clear he was not leaving you. She tried to lead him away, but as soon as she got three feet away from you Khaan laid down. Your horse was smart, he kept himself down so he couldn’t be led away.

“Get up” the girl said to you again. Her tone was strong it sent shivers down your spine. You were scared you didn’t know her, or why she woke you, or why she was holding Khaan’s reins. “Get your stuff and follow me” she grabbed the Lipizzaner’s reins with her other hand. You sat on the blanket watching her. You weren’t moving due to fear and grogginess. The girl gave you a look “what are you waiting for?” Should you follow her? You frowned as you got up. You backed up, so you could grab the blanket off the ground. You decided to go with her because Khaan was with you. You knew very well that if she tried anything Khaan would protect you.

The comfort of knowing Khaan would help you if anything happened made you more comfortable about going with her. Plus you really wanted to leave the forest so that was another thing that convinced you to follow her. You grabbed the blanket shaking it to get any dirt or leaves off of it. “Where are we going?” You folded the blanket as you spoke.

The girl watched as you put the blanket in your backpack and then the backpack on your back. She answered your question when you walked over to her. “We’re going to the fishing village” she handed you the Lipizzaner’s reins. You would have preferred to be leading Khaan, but you didn’t say anything about it. “Please lead the way“ you made a ‘go’ gesture, and she started leading you out. Finally you were leaving the forest, thank Aideen.

“-And that’s why we were in the forest” you had just finished telling the girl why you were in Goldenhills. You told her your mission, who you were with, and how you got separated from them. The girl whose name you learned was Sabine handed you an iced coffee. You took it thanking her, and you took a long sip of the coffee. Your throat was dry from talking so the coffee was heavenly. You were also still feeling groggy. You definitely needed the caffeine. You leaned against a railing, and Sabine joined you.

Behind you both Khaan and Sabine’s Lipizzaner ate horse treats she bought for them at the café. “You traveled all the way here with the Soul Riders?” Sabine laughed softly “and you survived the trip?” You laughed giving her a nod “surprisingly yes.” You and Sabine had been talking for a while. You found out you and her had a few things in common. The biggest one being that you both disliked the Soul Riders. “They were really nice to me and all but-“ you cleared your throat it still felt dry “they were always so positive even when they knew what I had to do.” You stirred the whipped cream at the top of your coffee with your straw.

“I tried to make it clear that I wasn’t happy at all and didn’t want to talk but they were too busy being happy notice” at least you hoped they did not notice. You really hoped that it was because they didn’t notice and not because they didn’t care. “They’re Soul Riders” Sabine took a sip of her coffee. It was black coffee and it was burning hot. You thought it was iced like yours since she was drinking it like it was. “I think it’s part of their job to always be annoyingly positive” she looked to you, and you looked to her. “What about you?” She told you she was a Dark Rider.

She had to tell you, so that she could explain to you why Khaan had red eyes and how she found him. She said she felt a pull in Goldenhills and that is how she found Khaan. It didn’t make sense to you until she told you she was a Dark Rider and that it was a magic thing. “Is your job the opposite?” You knew a little bit about the Dark Riders thanks to your dad. Sabine didn’t really explain what being a Dark Rider meant so you were going off of what your dad told you. You knew they were like the Soul Riders but very evil and worshiping a squid god who wanted to destroy Jorvik.

So far you didn’t seem to see anything evil in Sabine. She bought you a coffee, she led you out of the forest, and now she was here talking with you like she was an old friend of yours. “Yes, it’s the opposite” she looked at Khaan and the Lipizzaner from over her shoulder. “We get paid to be assholes” she looked back at you when you laughed. “You would love our team” she took a sip of her coffee “we don’t talk at all, and we are always unhappy.” Usually that was a good thing but lately it had been absolute hell for Sabine. Her loss of Khaan and what happened in Wildwoods really messed with her.

She wanted someone to talk to, but Jay was always busy, Katja was cold, and Sands had no care in the world for how she felt. She was also worried about how they would react to her wanting to talk. She never brought up the subject thanks to her fear. “We aren’t positive” she smiled when you smiled. She was talking to you not only because you helped Khaan, but because she really needed a distraction. “You’re smiling right now though” you gestured to her smile with your hand, and she rolled her eyes “I’m not working right now.”

She looked away from you shifting her focus to the sea. She was waiting for a ferry to get closer to the docks. Dark Core sent one to pick her and Khaan up. You frowned when you saw her look at the sea. You knew what she was waiting for. Would you see Khaan again? You knew you most likely would not. Sabine had to take him he was a Dark Rider horse he could not stay with you. “I should go now” the girl moved away from the railing walking over to a trashcan. She threw her cup away. “The ferry is getting closer I want to meet it when it gets there” after she got rid of her trash, the girl walked to Khaan.

The Friesian neighed when he saw his rider walking to him. Sabine could feel her eyes get watery. She missed her horse a lot she really wanted to cry. She wanted to cry tears of joy because Khaan was safe and back with her. She would have to wait until she made it back home though. You watched as she grabbed his reins and the Lipizzaner’s as well. You expected her to walk straight to the docks, but she walked back to you. She held out the mare’s reins moving her hand in a ‘take it’ motion. You took the reins from her, and you followed her as she led Khaan to the ferry dock.

You and Sabine waited for three minutes for the ferry to pull up to the dock. When it got there you looked at Khaan, holding your tears back. This was goodbye. No more deliveries, no more riding that made you feel like you were in a movie moments, no more braiding his mane, and no more naps together. You looked to Sabine “can I say goodbye?” The girl nodded letting go of Khaan’s reins, and she took the Lipizzaner’s from you. she watched as Khaan walked to you, and you said your goodbyes. You almost sobbed when he pressed his snout against your cheek.

You gently moved his head to your shoulder, so you could hug him. “I’m going to miss you” you whispered to him. Khaan let out a whinny, and he messed with your shirt sleeve. He didn’t want you to cry. You stood hugging him tightly for a few seconds. Even without Pi you still lost your horse today. You let go of Khaan when Sabine said it was time to go. You took a few steps back, but the Friesian didn’t move. Sabine reached for him. He quickly moved his head. He wasn’t allowing her to take him. “Khaan, we have to go you can’t stay” the girl was surprised by how her horse was acting.

The Friesian let out a snort moving to stand by your side. Sabine knew he didn’t want to leave you, but she couldn’t let him stay with you. You grabbed Khaan’s reins, and you walked forwards trying to lead him to his owner. The horse stood still not allowing you to lead him. You looked back at him frowning “maybe-“ you looked to Sabine “maybe we can work something out?” It was clear Khaan wasn’t going to say goodbye. He built a bond with you too he loved you too, and he wasn’t going to forget all you did for him and just leave.

Sabine huffed shaking her head “like what?” You pat Khaan’s shoulder “maybe I can see him whenever you’re around Valedale?” Sabine shook her head again, and she looked at the ferry. She hoped that whoever was driving it wasn’t getting annoyed of waiting for her. “I never go to Valedale” she looked back at you “if I did your dad would have me killed.” You tried to think of somewhere else to meet “what about the Everwind fields?” Khaan neighed as if he were agreeing with you on a place to meet. “It’s close to Valedale and a bit close to Goldenhills” you assumed she was living near or in Goldenhills.

You were really trying hard to come up with a way to keep seeing Khaan. Sabine looked at the Friesian, she wanted to say no she really did, but she knew that if she did Khaan would never forgive her for it. She let out a grumbled “fine” the girl’s brows furrowed “can we go now?” She really wanted to go home. She went eyed letting out a huff as you hugged her. Her whole body tensed making her look like a doll. “Thank you!” You were so happy you could see Khaan again that you hugged Sabine without thinking. When you felt her tense, you quickly let her go. You backed up to give her space.

“I’m so sorry! Um-“ you got your phone out of your pocket “do you have a phone number?” Sabine was about to ask you what for, but you answered her question without knowing she had it. “I can text you and you can tell me if you can meet up or not” you held your phone out for her to grab. It was already on the contacts list, and it was waiting for a new one to be added. Sabine took it from you, and she quickly put her phone number in. She handed your phone back to you reaching for Khaan’s reins again. The Friesian allowed it this time, and he walked to his owner. He knew he would see you again, so he had no objections.

“Thank you” you told her saving the number in your contacts before putting your phone back in your pocket. “I hope we’ll see each other again soon?” You wanted to be friends with her, you hoped she felt the same. Sabine nodded, giving you a smile. Maybe keeping in contact with you wouldn’t be so bad. She could use you as a distraction. She looked at the Lipizzaner when it neighed. Sabine hummed looking back at you. “You don’t have a horse, do you? To make the ride back to Valedale?”

You shook your head “I only had Khaan.” You tilted your head a bit to the side “why?” Sabine suddenly put the Lipizzaner’s reins in front of you. “Take her” Sabine had Khaan back, so she had no need for the mare. She never liked her anyways since it felt like she was replacing Khaan. “The ferry can only take one horse” she was trying to make it sound like she was doing this because she had to and not because she was being nice. “Are you sure?” You were wide eyed. You wanted confirmation before taking the reins from her.

Sabine nodded, putting the reins in your hand to show you that she was a hundred percent sure. “Take good care of her” the girl looked to Khaan, and the Friesian neighed at you. He was saying ‘see you soon!’ You gave him one last pat, and you watched as he and Sabine walked to the ferry. You waved her and Khaan goodbye when they were on it. After the ferry was gone you looked to the Lipizzaner petting her. The mare leaned against your touch. “What’s your nam-“ you almost jumped when you heard your name be shouted. You looked at the person who shouted your name. It was Anne and with her were her friends. They were running towards you.

TY FOR READING! :D

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[deus-lapidis]

Hi there ^^ So I see your recent post abt you getting covid, and I decided to write this fic in hopes it could atleast remove your boredom for a while :D

I may post this fic on my blog but I'll send it to you first before posting it to the blog, this is my first time writing Zhongli so I'm so sorry if it's too ooc or bad qwq

(Also sorry if you don't like it, but in here reader call zhongli as "Li" in short)

Sorry if it sucks in any way I just recently got out of writers block and I wrote this before going to bed so it's messy af TvT

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- A F T E R M A T H O F A F U N E R A L F L O W E R S P R E E -

It all started when Hu tao asked you to pick some Qingxin flowers for a client's funeral. Although the journey was definitely tiring, it all seems worth it until it suddenly starts to rain heavily and got you all drenched and soaking wet all the way home.

And here you are now. All frail in bed with a runny nose, blurry eyes from tears, a hazy head and a scorching heat washing over your body as another cough wreaks a sting of pain on your dry throat.

You're sense was so hazy and weak you failed to notice Zhongli knocking on your door, you only noticed him after he enters the room and called your name.

"Y/n, dear? How are you feeling right now?" Zhongli asked, only receiving a subtle nod from you. He holds his hand out to your forehead to check your temperature, a satisfied hum then emitted from his closed mouth.

"Your temperature does seem to lower than before, that's good to know. Do you need anything dear?" Zhongli asked while helping you to sit up.

"C-Can you get me a *cough* g-glass of water?" You asked in between coughs that only makes your throat stings more.

Zhongli nods and goes to get the water immediately and give it to you gently so that the water won't spill on you.

"Would you like for me to make you some soup?" Zhongli offered after a few minutes of silence just sitting on your bed, waiting

"N-No need Li, I'm ok. Just need a bit of rest for now, don't bother to make one." You said while falling back onto the soft pillow on the bed.

"Ah, I see. Well then, rest well dear." Zhongli kissed your forehead with one hand caressing your head as he leave the room and waited for you to sleep, then start making his Slow cooked bamboo shoot soup carefully as to not wake you up from your sleep.

. . .

- Zhongli's pov -

"Now, the food is ready. Only need to take care of the tea." I mumbled in my mind while heating up some water on the stove. But then a sudden sound of Y/n whimpering has me bolting onto her room in concern, only to see her in bed covered in cold sweat and her eyebrows and nose scrunched up.

"Seems like it's just a nightmare." I said to myself, going to the kitchen to get a dry and soaked napkin for Y/n. I carefully put the wet napkin on her forehead, and then use the dry napkin to wipe the drops of sweats on her head or neck.

"Li. . . N-No don't hit Hu tao with your meteor. . ." Y/n mumbled incoherently on her sleep while shuffling in her bed. What she just said manage to catch me off guard for a second since I never did that to Hu tao, but remembering how sometimes Hu tao and I had our fair share of arguments, it start to make a little sense.

"No I won't hit her dear." I whispered, removing a strand of hair on Y/n's face. Only for them to wake up with a hazy stare on her eyes, as she registered what just happened and their surroundings.

"I made some bamboo shoot soup dear, would you like to eat now?" I offered. Y/n's face suddenly turns into a pout, her cheeks slightly puffing out with an upset look on her face that was a little subtle due to her frail condition.

"Li didn't I told you to not bother to make a meal? Aren't you tired from finishing some errands from the traveler?" Y/n complained, hands holding my sleeve with a slight tug as if demanding explanation.

"I'm not dear, don't worry. Oh wait I forgot about the tea, hold on a second." I said, remembering the boiling water which makes me half run to the kitchen and turning off the stove. I brewed two cups of tea and brings it to Y/n for both of us to drink.

"Would you like to eat, rest or drink tea first?" I asked.

"I'll eat first." Y/n replied, a sudden rumble from her stomach broke the silence we we're in which made both of us chuckle.

I bring the soup to Y/n's room and we both start eating while occasionally feeding each other. A giggle sometimes escape both of our mouth when one of us has soup on our chin. After we we're done, I place the dishes in the sink and went back to see Y/n fumbling with her clothes' sleeves.

"Li, c-can I sit on your lap?" Y/n stuttered, her face was red but I don't know if it was from embarrassment or because of the fever she's having.

"Sure dear, let me settle in your bed for a second." I said, sitting down onto her soft bed, patting my lap as a gesture for her to sit which she reciprocated happily with no hesitation. She sits on my lap with the 2 cups of tea on her hands, she hands me mine as I hug her closer with one arm. We drink our tea in a peaceful silence for a few minutes

"Would you like to hear some stories dear?" I asked, in offer of helping her sleep.

"Sure! Ooh can you tell me about Azdaha? Last time you tried to tell me that, it was cut off by a client's arrival so I haven't heard the ending." Y/n asked, her delicate hand holds the cup of tea while the other one is holding my hand on her waist.

"Oh that one, Hahahh I almost forgot about that. Now, I'll begin the story." I said, Y/n's head nuzzled further onto my chest as I start to tell the story.

"The tale begins about an ancient rock dragon named Azdaha. . ."

YOU WROTE THIS FOR ME??

Thank you

I don’t know what else to say except for thank you, it’s adorable :((( <33

#answered #cipher uses her vocal chords #your-average-genshin-enjoyer

[gerandor]

alexander accepted nandor's invite out of pity though so i don't know where this idea that he would want to see nandor again when their first outing was a disaster is coming from here. nandor can be pretty off putting to people who aren't used to him. so can all the other vampires, they're not exactly the most sensitive bunch or even the most up to date with social conventions as shown by nandor talking through the movie (that shit's annoying when you're watching tv at home but at the theatre that's just a full stop no for me). and i know we all collectively breathed a sigh of relief that the show didn't go down some antisemitic road but talking about wanting to meet a jewish person so badly like you'd talk about collecting pokemons and calling a jewish person a slur (yeah i know jewish people use it to refer to ourselves but goys really really shouldn't) is the kind of shit that flies around the vamps because they don't care and guillermo because he knows nandor doesn't mean any harm. but if nandor said any of that weird shit around alexander... yeah i don't think he would call again.

Hi! Sorry this answer got a bit too long!

Ok so for context, this ask is most likely in response to this post i made about one possible interpretation (actually two. I added another reading immediately after the first one) of the scene with Guillermo on the phone.

I think it's fair to assume that you know about interpretations and different readings of text as this is exactly the same practice you used to read Alexander's words “he seemed harmless and kinda lonely” as meaning “I pitied him and was so annoyed at him at the movies that I didn't want to be around him anymore.”

And well. That's also the same method i used. I had a text and I tried to use cues from the text to read it in my own way. And I don't think there's anything wrong with that. In fact that's what we all do with text. We try to read it in our own way and it's our different readings that enrich the actual text. But yes when the readings aren't supported by facts from text it gets annoying and unbelievable. But i thought i gave enough reasons in that post, so I won't repeat them here.

But i will expand on it.

In that scene when nandor asks if it's Alexander on the phone, Guillermo presses the phone to his chest and he actually cowers and he sounds so guilty for some reason. I'm not saying it definitely means it was Alexander on the phone but it shows Guillermo is hiding something. So the question is, what? I tried to come up with one possibility.

Also i thought most of us agreed that Guillermo looked jealous when nandor was talking about acquiring a new friend? He definitely didn't look pleased that nandor was spending his time with someone new.

And you used your own personal feeling about people talking in the movies to support your view that Alexander didn't want to be around nandor after watching a movie with him. But that's just a reading. As long as we don't get Alexander actually saying in words that he didn't want to be around nandor bc he found him so annoying at the movies, we can all have our own interpretations why he didn't want to be friends with nandor anymore. (And the scene with nandor showing him his...ehem penis, i think that was just the last straw, bc before that he was trying to completely ignore nandor.)

And in fact, the show seems to be encouraging our various readings by not actually telling us who it was Guillermo was talking to on the phone. Isn't it interesting that the scene immediately cuts off to nandor smashing the phone and saying ‘it's not fair’? What isn't fair? Who was Guillermo talking to? The show doesn't tell us bc it wants us to speculate.

I also wrote in the tags that i actually hope that my reading wasn't correct bc if Guillermo is being petty and jealous (like how he was about gail and jenna, so it's not too ooc for him) and wants to sabotage Nandor's friendship with others, then i want the show to actually be upfront about it. I don't want it to be sth people speculate about when every time nandor messes up, it's there for everyone to see (and hate nandor for it.)

As to the whole jewish discourse which i don't know how it's relevant to my post…i’m not jewish and i’m not the right person to talk about it and tbh i have no idea about the slur you talked about. But i have seen some posts by Jewish people who said they actually loved the representation. The episode was directed by yana Gorskaya who is of jewish descent and ive heard that she said she had taught kayvan the jewish slangs. I personally didn't think it was offensive that nandor always wanted to have a jewish friend. He even described them as brave and fierce warriors which are the kind of qualities nandor appreciates in others and prides himself on.

But you're welcome to your own interpretation.

#nandor the relentless #wwdits spoilers #guillermo de la cruz #wwdits asks #wwdits s5 #wwdits #nandermo #what we do in the shadows

[kingrove-a]

A STUDY IN                    HOW DOES JAZZ RUN THIS BLOG ? 

𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙴𝙳  

I am extremely slow. i do my best but my writing depends heavily on inspiration not to mention that I get distracted by all sorts of things all the time. I also tend to start avoiding my drafts pretty heavily once they reach a high number (like they are right now, RIP) I´m usually quicker with people that I talk with ooc - mostly because I´m probably plotting with them and my motivation is super high for any plots that are plotted and talked about. 

𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚂  

Like I said above, I`m usually drawn to the replies to the people I talk to with the most ; just because my motivation is the highest for those threads / or dynamics that we talked about. Speaking from experience over the past few weeks, those tend to be multiple paragraphs that make me go insane and rob me of all of my writing juices so I´m really just shooting myself in the leg everyntime but what can I say. I am a bit of an idiot 

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂  

I´m not the biggest fan of random starters - it´s why I haven´t posted a starter call ever since the one when I first started this blog like a month and a half ago lmao ;; I just tend to lose muse for them pretty quickly unless our muses REALLY click and pop off but in general I prefer to plot things out a little more just to get some ideas flowing ;; to give us a chance to get really invested in whatever dynamic we came up with? But if we´ve been writing for a while and we have an established relationship between our muses I absolutely might hit you up with a random unprompted starter from time to time whenever an idea really tickles me - anD I INVITE YOU TO DO THE SAME FOR ME, PLEASE !!! 

𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇  

Oh man I swear i LOVE memes, I really, really do - but again I kinda shoot myself in the leg sometimes by hoarding them like a Dragon hoarding it´s mountain of gold. Again, I´m just extremely slow when it comes to writing - if you´ve sent me some in the past I promise I`ll get to them!!! just.....very slowly....and in time lMAO 

𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙸𝚃𝚈  

It´s exactly because of all of the above that I tend to be really selective - though I have to admit that I haven´t been as selective as I perhaps should have been considering how overwhelmed I am with all the things I owe - rip. I always make sure to read everyone's rules before I follow / follow back which is why it might take me a while to do so sometimes. 

𝚆𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃  

I do have a very basic wishlist that I wrote around the time I started writing Billy - it is a little outdated at this point and there´s a lot of things i´ve thought about since then that I really want to write at some point so I really need to update it but you can access the wishlist really easy through a link in my pinned post!! and if any of the plotlines there strike your fancy please always feel free to hit me up in my dm´s or my discord if you have that!!!! In case it didn´t come across earlier, i LOVE plotting so much I´ll literally always welcome you with open arms and all of my enthusiasm.

𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴

I am an extremely anxious person. I struggle with getting to know new people because I get really nervous. if we follow each other and haven´t talked yet / or have talked only a little bit here and there I swear it´s not because of you or anything it´s probably because I got extremely anxious & or am too chicken to message you first and go “hi!!” like a normal person. The fact of the matter is, if we follow each other I´d absolutely LOVE to write & interact with you! I´m just sorry that I can´t really follow through sometimes because it just doesn´t work out for some reasons. 

tagged by; technically no one I just stole it from @pagetorn <3 tagging: daring you to steal it from me if you´d like >:)

#ooc // #// insert an image of me banging my head against a wall ;;;;; #I´ll try and slowly get through my drafts soon I promise #I´lll queue them all and i WILL BE FREE for a short blissful while #Ill also make sure to eventually post a plotting call again for everyone who´s joined me on this ride to hell #i´ll get to it all eventually I PROMISE ;;; thank you all for being so patient with me #// anyway long story VERY SHORT - how does jazz run this blog? the answer is simple: not at all.

[areus-in-a-little-cave]

Re-wrote Schlatt and Tubbo's argument from Chapter three of When was the last time you saw the sky? :] It's also now like 900 words longer as a result agag

With that and the beeduo scene dealt with, I think those are the most ooc scenes fixed to be more in-character :D!! They have always bothered me so I'm glad that they're better now

Here's the scene under the cut btw so you do not have to go looking if you've already read the chapter and only want to read the new bits

Word of the incident at the prison spread through the government quickly, having already reached Schlatt before Tubbo could even make it home. While he was glad that he wouldn’t have to explain everything that had happened, it was a bit of a hindrance. Tubbo didn’t know just how much Schlatt knew, and he had a feeling that whatever would be through that door would be highly dependent on that.

Of course, regardless of if it was up to Tubbo to inform his father of what had transpired, Schlatt would eventually find out everything through Quackity. No matter how much they disagreed on topics and how Quackity spoke about Schlatt with such loathing in his voice when it was just him and Tubbo, Quackity was still his vice. And a strange dynamic existed there, one Tubbo wasn’t fond of spending too long thinking about.

Surprisingly, when Tubbo entered the white house, he was greeted by a rather worried looking Schlatt. With a sigh and a knit brow, he rested a hand on Tubbo’s shoulder and looked him over.

"How you feelin', kid?"

Tubbo shrugged. "Fine."

"How's your neck, you bruised?" Schlatt sounded genuinely concerned, which was an interesting but not unwelcome change of pace. Tubbo was glad for any sign of—well, anything good from Schlatt. He didn’t seem currently drunk and he was worried about Tubbo; these were good things.

"Sam gave me a potion, and it doesn't hurt anymore."

Schlatt sighed once more with a little nod, releasing Tubbo and turning out of the entrance way. Tubbo followed him to the kitchen, a nice room with marble countertops and wooden cupboards. The floor was dark and tiled, and there was a window reflecting the setting sun in from just over the sink.

"Now, look." Schlatt said abruptly, spinning around on his heel. "I get that it was a shit situation, but did you really have to free his wings?"

Ah, that was what it was really about. Tubbo wasn’t really sure why he was expecting much else.

“He was scared more than anything, and I just thought that if I helped him instead of attacking him he might calm down.”

Schlatt paused for a moment, crossing his arms pensively before throwing one hand up with a shrug. “Or you could'a just stabbed him.”

"He threw my sword away."

Schlatt hesitated at that, a baffled sound from his throat escaping him. "He had your sword and he still went to choke you? The man’s a sicko, Tubbo."

Tubbo paused. Maybe Schlatt was right; Phil had tried to kill him, to take one of his lives. Not only that but he’d been conscious of it, he’d spoken to Tubbo; he knew he was attacking a guard.

A guard in the prison that was holding him against his will and had been for six years and kept him sedated.

Maybe it would have been stranger if he hadn’t fought back.

"I think he was just scared."

Schlatt barked a laugh, turning towards the cupboards. "Trust me, I knew Phil before he went in. Don't go feeling sorry for him, he's not worth your time."

Tubbo just nodded. This wasn't exactly something he felt like starting an argument about. His own thoughts on Phil were muddled, confusing and a bit too vague to do something serious without much consideration for the consequences.

Well, to do another serious thing without much consideration.

Besides, he’d had one too many arguments with Schlatt lately. Whether it was the longer hours Tubbo was working or the fact that Schlatt was nearly never not hung over, or the fact that the election season was just a few months away, tensions had definitely been lower.

Tubbo watched the president pour himself a drink.

Starting to walk towards the hall, Tubbo spoke up. "I'll finish up some paperwork and head to bed a little early, I don't have a shift tomorrow. I think Sam put me on leave for a few days."

"Wait, wait, wait." Schlatt sputtered out. "You're still working at the prison?!"

Tubbo nodded, a bit confused.

"What the hell, kid? You could'a died today and you're going back?"

"Well, I wasn't planning on quitting." Tubbo tried to explain that it wasn’t a big problem, that he really hadn’t been hurt at all, but Schlatt cut him off, sounding significantly more angry than before.

"It's fucking dangerous! You could have died, Tub!"

“But—”

Schlatt shook his head. “No! Absolutely not. You cannot go back to work at that place. I mean, Tubbo, c’mon! What would’ve happened if you had died? D’you have any idea how that’d look?”

Tubbo fought back a grimace at the words. Unlike before, these words didn’t feel concerned, they were just angry. And more importantly, they stressed one fact, one Tubbo wasn’t exactly happy about.

Schlatt was an enigma. Tubbo was never sure what he wanted from him. Some days he’d let Tubbo disappear without a care in the world as to where he was or who he was with, and the other half of the time he was just overbearing and judgemental. Tubbo would be fine with either the ignorance or the arguing, but Schlatt just couldn't pick a side. It was frustrating to never know what to expect.

If Tubbo’s suit was ruffled he’d get all pissy or if Tubbo left without telling anyone, he’d tear the kid a new one about responsibilities and the importance of his jobs, or if Quackity took Tubbo to get a haircut, Schlatt wouldn’t notice for a few days.

Schlatt seemed to care more about images when it came down to it. This really was nothing out of the ordinary. It was just about how Pandora would look if a guard died at the hands of a prisoner, or how Schlatt would look if his son died at a job he allowed him to work at.

Tubbo wanted to keep his job, though. He wanted to still have the option to investigate more into Philza’s life, there was clearly something amiss.

“I know it’d be bad, but I lived. I’m—perfectly fine.”

"Jesus, Tubbo.” Schlatt groaned into his hand, setting down his drink. “That's not how this shit works. You’re not fucking stupid, are you?”

The frustration grew, against Tubbo’s wishes. A deep part of him whispered a question, asking who Schlatt was to decide these things for him? After all, it wasn’t like he wanted to be Tubbo’s father; he’d abandoned him for all those years for a reason.

Tubbo pushed that thought back down, very deep.

“I—I won’t get hurt just doing a—”

“—And what if you do? Huh?” Schlatt exclaimed, stepping close. Tubbo fought back the urge to shrink as he approached.

“What then? You think it’s gonna look nice? You think it’s gonna feel nice having everyone breathing down your neck? They’ll be calling us incompetent.”

Tubbo squeezed his hands. “I can deal with that.”

“Don’t be a fucking idiot, Tubbo.”

Tubbo bit the inside of his cheek.

He didn’t like arguing, especially with Schlatt. There was always this point—like a sled pushed right onto the peak of a mountain just waiting to slip down, for something to push it—where Tubbo’s jaw just didn’t comply and words did not want to come out.

It was less than ideal, especially while arguing.

Talking hurt, in some sense. It was like suddenly, Tubbo had some kind of link between his mouth and his exhaustion, like a fuel tank that sprung another leak with each word.

Tubbo did his best, despite how dry his throat felt.

“I’m not—gonna quit. It’s… my job, I can still do it.”

Schlatt paused, staring down Tubbo with narrowed eyes before he raised his hand slowly, let it in front of Tubbo’s forehead, and flicked him. It didn’t hurt.

“Oh, it’s not hollow.” Schlatt mused.

With a satisfied smile, Schlatt stood up straight, walking right back over to his drink.

The frustration simmered.

“Why do you care where I work? You know that Sam would never let my life be in genuine risk. Even if—” Tubbo choked for half a second, his jaw fighting him as he managed airy words. “Even if I didn’t get out, Quackity was right there. He was coming.”

Schlatt shook his head with a sound, half between a laugh and a sigh. “What, you think I’m just gonna look away? I’m your father, Tubbo. I have to care.”

Tubbo bit his lip.

The frustration bubbled, and before he could slam the lid on that pot of way too many emotions to keep it from splashing, a few little droplets made their way off his tongue.

“You certainly didn’t want to be.”

It was no more than a whisper, but in a dead silent, now very tense kitchen, it was louder than a firework.

Tubbo went too far, he knew it as soon as he spoke. It was the one thing that consistently pissed off Schlatt.

Like always, the reminder of what he’d done, that he left Tubbo behind for years and only returned once he was rich, made Schlatt’s expression darken. His hand tightened around the glass and his lip pulled into a snarl.

Tubbo didn’t want to have this argument with Schlatt again, because he already could barely speak. It would just be a haranguing.

By some luck, Schlatt simply pointed at the entranceway to the room and snapped his fingers.

"Out."

"I'm—"

"Yeah, yeah, you’re sorry." Schlatt sipped his drink. "Take a fucking walk."

Tubbo left the kitchen in a hurry.

#submission #areus rambles #areus drabble #sort of? #When was the last time you saw the sky? #btw nothing has changed story wise like #these scenes still do the same thing #they're just have better internal thoughts + better dialogue and characterization #I think at least :D

[smoosnoom]

omg ily so much u won’t get rid of ur daily compliments for AT LEAST a year (happy one month of daily compliments btw. yeah im that sappy).

it’s like the first thing i saw than i woke up in the morning. ty for making my day!!

i was trying to write smth conscious about highlighted quotes but all my notes r about how cute they r. cause they r so cute and they (or ur writing, to be exact) make me wanna fall in love again so bad. so here’s just my mumbling sorry.

“The love of Will Byers’ life sounds a lot more accurate” mike u r little shit

“Not that he’s noticed. Or anything. Or maybe he has.” lmfao u r allowed mike u basically dating him (u literally wrote the same thing. i noticed after the second read)

“Mike had known Will to be a good kisser” - my boy not only has natural art talent 🫡

““You’re allowed to shock me,” he decides, and Will blinks. “Boyfriend privileges.”” so so so cute 🥺🥺🥺

“the hum of appreciation is worth the risk of being electrocuted” oh to be in love 😭

““You’re ridiculous,” he replies, and it feels like a compliment. Mike pokes a finger into his cheek. “Yeah.”” my favorite loser

““You like me,” he proudly proclaims, and Will groans.” fun fact: irl im more like will but the moment i fall in love i immediately become as insufferable as mike. when i call him loser i mean i am loser

“and even when Will brings up a hand to cover his face, the lights betray him when they shine bright.” IM KILLING MYSELF moon pls have mercy on me

“and he’s smiling. Mike returns it easily. The lights shimmer in response.” THEY ARE SO CUTE HEEELP 😭😭😭😭

electric love!!! honestly fuck børns but this song makes me shiver. i LOVE songs about true love (i mean “lover” is in my top 2 taylor’s albums) and the fact that it fits fic so well. im crying rn and im not ashamed.

also please Stop apologizing or im gonna catapult u into the atmosphere. u didn’t do anything wrong. the fic isn’t to short (i thought u gonna have a break at least for a couple of weeks after spiderwill fic) and they r not ooc. they r just dumb and in love.

okay. sorry if it doesn’t make any sense.

love u, bye 🫂🫂🫂

can't believe i didn't notice our one month anniversary ☹️ so upsetting omg ill put it on my calendar !!!!! 📆🖋

i hope ur day went well :D also that ur day began when i was Just going to bed . my fault for sleeping at 4 am 🫡

LLOLLL omg im so happy u thought so !!!! i . hate writing established relationships but im so glad u enjoyed it :D ive never been in love so it's all going off guesses :]

if they ever get together u know mike would be the Smuggest mf AROUNDDD he's bragging abt will constantly i just know it

omg us being on the same mental wavelength . crazy !!!!!!

oh to be in love </3

somehow that is the most surprising thing u could have told me !!!! u seem very . idk . the sort to keep things To Yourself, altho maybe that's a side effect of the anonymous thing !

?%;*=,= IM BEING EJECTED INTO THE ATMISPHERE ???? ok Fine 🙄 im not sorry . but yayay i just had a cute little idea and wanted to write it out asap and it means the world to me that u enjoyed it 🫶🫶 thank u so much for ur reassurances they and U mean everything to meeee

love u :D bye !! 🫂

#/ask #daily alya

[alycosworld]

HELLOOOOO<3 “💕” anon!!!o(≧v≦)o I’m really excited since my bday is coming up!!! [uk that alr LOL] anyways my request will be below as always!

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purple-people

blue-subject

pink-genre

green-type of fan fic

orange-extra notes!

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so i was wondering if u could do hc’s for a few characters? i actually dont know if u have a character limit so I’ll just request 3! if its too much u can actually remove some:) also if u want feel free to add on more characters if u like! so basically thoma,baal and childe [seperate] x NB!reader and its the readers bday!:D how would they celebrate for reader? also idk if u r comfy in doing female characters so if u would like u can just remove baal:) vv fluffy please<3

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tysm for this<3 hope u dont mind writing for girls! I’m non-binary actually but i was born in a girls body LOL- also if u wanna make it GN so everyone can read it go ahead! drink water and get rest! only do this if u want!

Thoma, Baal, Kaeya, Beidou and Childe on the Reader's Birthday!

A/N: yes!! ofc I write for women and I have no character limit, it'll just take more time the more characters you want. for anyone who's curious or wants to request, I have a list of things that I won't write and women are not on that list! Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY 💕 (who is changing their emoji to 🧸 I believe just so everyone is aware) LOVE YOU SO MUCH TY FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!

I added on kaeya and beidou bc I love themmm and my siblings simp for them and I don't have much character diversity so far hehe. also I haven't done baal's story quest so I'm sorry if she's a little ooc.

Thoma:

my man is ready and raring to go on the days leading up to your birthday. He's planned something. It doesn't matter what he has to do, he's doing it.

he's already asked Ayaka if he could take a few days off to get things ready and she is so supportive she even helps him.

HE HAS CONTACTS

if you want something that's super rare and expensive and practically impossible to acquire, you best believe he's calling in all his favours and getting whatever the fuck you want.

he baked your cake with his own two hands and it is nothing short of perfection. he made you a card and he wrote you a beautiful heartfelt message and drew a lil picture of you (that's really just a stick figure but APPRECIATE THE EFFORT)

if you wanted to go out, he took you everywhere you wanted and treated you to a meal, making sure everyone you saw remembered to wish you a happy birthday.

if you felt like staying inside, he threw you your own little party for two and did whatever your wanted - sleeping, dancing, singing, art, cooking, literally anything.

he was at your beck and call all day. normally he serves the shirasagi himegimi, now he's serving you not like he doesn't already do everything you say

to summarise, he loves you with his whole heart and will do anything to make your day extra special 🥺🥺

Baal

"It's beloved's birthday soon? Oh...I suppose I should make a few preparations..."

Proceeds to invade your home while you're out and orders people around to make everything fucking perfect

It's incredible once you ignore the trespassing and you can't help but fall in love with her even more.

she's decorated your home with traditional birthday decorations and everything is just the way you'd like it - although it's very to the letter, almost like she was reading a manual while getting people to prepare things...

as soon as you ask her about it, she crumbles. she wasn't sure how to go about it exactly so she asked Yae but omitted your name to avoid getting teased, hence receiving very general birthday advice.

ITS STILL BEAUTIFUL THO SHE TOOK MOST OF YOUR LIKINGS INTO ACCOUNT JUST SAY YOU LOVE IT ALREADY

she wouldn't be too willing to leave or go outside because people will talk, but if you wish it, it shall be.

she bought you whatever you wanted plus a lil something extra as a token of her appreciation of your existence. maybe a decorative object that reminded her of you - she might be even customised it to add a personal touch

all in all, she loves you eternally and she's gonna make sure you know it every year on your special day

Childe

we all know that this menace is a money machine, right?

THIS MAN SPENT ALL HIS MORA ON YOU AND NOBODY SO MUCH AS QUESTIONED IT - HIS DEVOTION IS PROMINENT

you woke up and he presented you with your first gift. at breakfast, he cooked you a whole fucking feast. the rest of the morning, he took you out and let you pick whatever you want from multiple stores and gave you another gift. at lunch, he bought you another 50 fucking course meal

the evening, however, he spent a little more intimately.

you got to cut your three-tier cake and open the rest of your presents at home before he let you enjoy the day however you wanted, similarly to Thoma.

he did whatever you wanted - it was your birthday after all.

he made sure you knew that you were loved and appreciated and expressed how happy he is that you were born and that you're in his life.

oh, and to make up for lovingly hogging you all day, he threw you a party with all your loved ones the day after to make sure everyone got their chance to celebrate your day.

Kaeya Alberich

"Oh? Is it darling's birthday already? I'll have to take the day off to make things extra special..."

kaeya, every day is a day off for you stfu

Mr Alberich really sets aside the tension between him and his brother to ask if he can borrow Angel's Share for a lil party. Using his smooth tactics, he eventually gets Diluc to cave

(basically, Kaeya just ranted how much he loved you and wanted to make things special and Diluc fucking gave up hehe)

He got Jean, Lisa, Amber, Diluc, Venti, Fischl, Bennett, Diona, Klee, Albedo, Sucrose, Barbara, Eula, Mona, Noelle, Razor, Rosaria and all your friends and family to agree to come to Angel's Share and enjoy a night of fun and (Y/N) appreciation.

On your actual birthday, he spent the morning in bed with you, talking about how much he loved you and shamelessly flirting with you before making breakfast.

You spent the morning and most of the afternoon walking around town and enjoying yourselves, allowing the townsfolk to wish you a happy birthday.

and Kaeya convinced you into joining him at Angel's Share in the evening, only to be pleasantly surprised by the people singing happy birthday and the confetti that flew around the room.

this man is lovestruck - if you let him spoil you any longer, you'd probably collapse of over appreciation (and excessive flirty one-liners hehe)

Beidou

my girl beidou? she went all out for you, there's literally a 0.00 percent chance you don't enjoy what she had planned.

You spent your day with her walking around Liyue Harbour, doing everything you wanted.

You listened to storytellers, bought various items like fireworks and sparklers and ate good food, just enjoying each other's company until the evening arrived.

Beidou just dragged you away, making sure you closed your eyes the whole time until you reached your destination.

When you opened your eyes, you couldn't believe it - you were on the Cruz Fleet, surrounded by her crew and all your loved ones.

As soon as you stepped on, the ship leisurely sailed off into the night like some fairytale and you got to enjoy a moonlit sail, as cheesy as it sounds.

It was slow and you allowed yourself to savour the way the ships's lanterns reflects and glittered on the water a long with the moon.

You were surrounded by everyone you cared about and everyone who cared about you (but some of the crew drank a little too much in celebration of your birth hehe)

Beidou just wants you to know how much she and everyone else loves you and wants you to know that she is glad you exist <3

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