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euovennia · 1 year

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Hi! I have an Oc who is Malaysian so her accent is very heavy. She doesn't have much knowledge about other languages, just English. Then I had an idea.

Could you do something about the reader being the nursing assistant at the base, who is a little shy and decided to learn German on her own just to have some conversation with König, since she always had a crush on him. She is always seen very distracted reading something but no one knows what she reads so much, since she takes care to cover all the German books she has so that no one suspects her sudden interest in the language.

Thank you in advance! 🥰

bless the anon who requested this, i loved writing this out!

warnings: two goofballs being shy bc they're so into each other, not proofread

You're startled by the sound of four incessant knocks bouncing off your door. Your hands grasp onto the old receipt from a grocery run you made just over a week ago that you'd been using as a bookmark and quickly shove it between the pages of your copy of German for the Intermediate. You promptly shut the paperback closed and stack a few files on top of it before getting up from your seat and opening the door to reveal the head nurse and your boss, Juliette. She walks into the small office she'd assigned you and takes a seat on the chair you'd finished sanitizing not too long ago causing you to let out a puff of air in faux annoyance.

"I just got done wiping that down, Jules."

She waves you off as you shut the door and take your seat back at your assigned desk, "I'll wipe it before I go, don't worry."

You cross your legs and give the clock a quick glance before returning your gaze to the woman sat before you, "Everything alright? You look tired."

She quirks a brow, "That your way of saying I look awful?"

Your quick to shake your head, "What? No, of course not! I was just asking because it's only eleven but you look ready to walk out on us."

She looks down at her pants and flicks off a speck of dust you can't even see before responding, "That's because I am."

You straighten out your posture as your interest is piqued, "And why's that?"

She diverts her attention from her pants so she can look at you, "I got word KorTac is on their way back from that mission in Belgium. They've got three GSW's, five knife wounds, and an apparent concussion all on that flight.."

Your brows raise as your stomach falls, "Do you know who has which injuries?"

She shakes her head, "No, but I've been told all wounds have been stabilized by the on board medics. I'm thinking we might just have to stitch them back together once they touch down. We'll see about that concussion once they land."

Your heart rate slows down just a tad as you let out a small sigh of relief, "Well at least that's something, no? Could be a lot worse."

She runs a tired hand through her hair, "I know, I just can't help but think of all the paperwork we'll have to work through cause of it though. Is that messed up?"

You ponder for a moment before answering, "No, I don't think so. We all hate paperwork, but you just so happen to get the majority of it."

"Sometimes I hate myself for accepting that damn promotion," She lets out a wistful sigh, "You think you can take some files off my hands by chance? I'll let you have a day off any day you want."

"No need to bribe me with a day off, Jules. You know I don't mind the extra paperwork," You say with a kind smile.

She lets out a small laugh, "Right, I forgot you actually like paperwork."

You shrug, "It's cathartic."

She eyes you for a few moments and opens her mouth to say something, but is stopped by the sound of her pocket pager going off. She grabs onto it and reads over it for a moment before looking up at you, "They're here."

You lean back in your seat as you release the pen from your cramping hand. Your eyes rake over the now small stack of folders sitting on your desk before drifting over to the digital watch resting on your wrist.

16:37

You remain leaned back in your chair staring at different points in your small office for longer than you care to admit before eventually settling your gaze on the book nestled underneath the growing stack of completed files. You reach forward and carefully pull it out before opening up to the page you were on before Juliette knocked at your door. You combed through the words of the pages, soaking up every bit of information you could.

Of course, until there was another knock on your door.

Holding in the small sigh that threatened to spill from your lips, you opened up a drawer in your desk and placed the book inside before shutting it and turning your focus back to the files on your desk, but not before calling out a quick, "Come in!"

You paid no mind to the door as it opened, only bothering to look up from the patient report you were slaving over when the person who had, presumably, walked in didn't say anything. Your eyes widened and your cheeks warmed upon seeing the object of your affections staring down at you with those gorgeous eyes of his. You could only hope you didn't look as love-struck as you felt.

"König," You greeted as you wring your hands together, "What can I do for you?"

His hands moved to pull up his long sleeve where his forearm guards once rested, a small frown coming to tug at the edge of your lips as you're met with a particularly nasty looking cut.

"Miss Young said you could stitch this up for me," He started as he seemed to shift his weight from one foot to another, "I'm sorry if it's a bother, you look busy."

You shut the file on your desk closed before standing up and walking over to the small cabinet filled with medical supplies as you motion for him to take a seat. You grab onto your disinfectant and suture kit before taking a seat in front of him as you speak, "It's not a bother at all, König. I've been working on those for a while now, this is a welcome distraction."

He gives a nod that you don't see, far too wrapped up in tending to his wound, but also a tad nervous that you'd somehow mess up if you dared to sneak a glance at those eyes that plagued your dreams. Still, you can't seem to hold back the question that's been bouncing around your mind for the past few hours.

"Where were you when the rest of KorTac came in?"

You can't see the way his cheeks tinge pink at the sound of your voice cutting through the otherwise silent room.

"I didn't think I was hurt so I went back to my room. I only realized when I stepped out of the shower not long ago."

You try not to think of him in the shower as you thread the needle, but you can't help but take notice of just how good he smells now that he's in such close proximity. You look down at the skin of his exposed forearm before muttering out a small, "Sorry for the pinch," Before reaching forward with steady hands and pinching the needle through his skin. The small hiss of pain from him aches your chest, but you're enamored by just how soft his skin feels against your fingertips.

You're quick to stitch up his wound, even as your mind and body are going haywire from the man sitting before you. You tie a knot into the thread and cut off the excess before looking up at him, "You can get someone to take them out after seven days, should be good as new."

He gulps, "Would it be possible for you to take them out?"

Your heart soars at the prospect of seeing him again, "If you'd like me to."

He nods, "I would."

You smile at him, "Then I'll see you in a week."

You watch as he leaves just a few moments after your short lived interaction. You quickly clean up the supplies you used before settling yourself back into your chair and taking a deep breath, but it doesn't do much to calm your frazzled nerves because you can still smell traces of his shampoo in the air.

The seven days pass by much slower than you'd anticipated, but it gives you more than enough time to move on from your copy of German for the Intermediate to your copy of German for the Advanced. Which, is what you're currently catching up on before your door flings open. You jolt in your seat as you toss the book to the corner of your desk haphazardly as your eyes fly over to the sudden intrusion where you see Juliette standing there with a sheepish smile on her face.

You let out a small sigh before running your hand over your face, "You scared me."

She takes a seat, "I'm sorry! I just wanted to ask if you were gonna cash in that day off any time soon."

You give her a playful eye roll as you speak, "You've been bugging me about this the entire week. I'm starting to think you don't like me."

She waves you off, "As if. You're easily the most competent person around here, I'd probably drown if you weren't around."

Your brows furrow in confusion, "Then why ask so much?"

She shrugs, "I don't know. I just figure most people would've cashed it in by now, you're making me think you like working just a little too much."

"I just don't see a need to have a day off, I like my job."

"But that's not the point! You rarely ever take a day off and you're always more than happy to come into work if I ever have to call you in. Everyone needs a break, even people who like their job, don't you think?"

You open your mouth to respond, but stop when you see König poke his head though the opening of the door that Juliette hadn't closed all the way, but upon seeing the two of you wrapped up in a conversation he seems to falter.

"I'm sorry, I can come back–"

Juliette stands up and opens the door for him before he can finish his sentence.

"No need, I was just asking a question and I got my answer. Feel free to take her," She says before moving past König with a kind smile.

You try not to get too giddy with the fact that Juliette showed herself out before König could scurry away from your office. You'd been eager to see him.

"Take a seat, I just need to grab some tweezers and a pair of scissors."

He nods before occupying the seat Juliette once had before you return with the aforementioned supplies. You sit before him much like you had a week ago and watch as he lifts up his black long sleeve once more. You lean forward to get a closer look, your heartrate picking up as the smell of his shampoo completely overrides your senses. Much like last week, you make quick work of undoing his stiches and discarding the supplies.

You look up at him with an almost shy smile, "Seems like you're all set now...Unless you needed something else?"

He seems to ponder over your words for few moments before giving a hesitant shake of his head, "No I...I think I'm okay."

You give him a small nod, "Okay then...I think you're good to go."

You watch as his shoulders fall slightly and you're so close to slamming your head against your desk. You've practically kicked him out of your office despite waiting for him to stop by all week. You watch with remorseful eyes as he gives a quick nod before standing up and walking over to your door. You're desperate for him to stay, even for just a few minutes longer so you blurt out, "Schönen Tag König."

You watch with nervous eyes as he whips his head around and looks at you, a glimmer of curiosity shining in his eyes.

"You...You know German?"

Your heart nearly bursts at how shy he sounds.

You gulp as you reach out for the book you tossed aside earlier with a shaky hand, "I've been practicing," You admit as you hand it over to him.

He opens up the book and he finds himself completely mesmerized by the amount of annotations and highlights decorating the pages. He runs a careful finger over your loopy handwriting as he soaks in this newfound knowledge before closing the book and looking over at you who is not sporting a blush on your cheeks, "Why did you want to learn?"

"For you," You quietly admit.

His body warms at your admission, "For me?"

You nod, "I know there's not really anyone else on base who speaks it and I," You let out a small breath to calm your racing heart, "I just thought you'd like to have someone to speak to in your mother tongue."

His lips stretch into a small smile as his eyes bounce between you and the book in his hands. You had just made this so much easier for him.

"Well...If you're tired of reading from a book, maybe I could help teach you?"

Your head snaps up at his words, "You'd do that?"

He nods as he tries to resist the urge to sweep you into his arms, "I always wanted to ask you to out, but I never had a good reason."

You stand up from your seat and walk over to him as you look up into his eyes, "You never needed a reason."

He lets out a shaky breath as he tries to process your close proximity, "I didn't want to make any assumptions," He supplies lamely.

Upon seeing his obvious hesitance, you can feel a surge of confidence bubble up inside you as you reach out for his hand and interlace your fingers, "I would've said yes no matter what."

He's so entranced he can barely think straight, "But your job...It keeps you busy, no?"

Your eyes sparkle, "I think I can manage to get a day off."

That's all he needs to hear.

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neon-candies · 4 months

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Mini PSA

Out of the request from the person in the previous ask, I've removed it. I'm not offended or bothered in the slightest and I genuinely appreciate that they had chosen to ask to use Annie rather than just go ahead without my permission.

With that said, however. I will use this post to elaborate further on my stance and why I don't feel comfortable letting others use Annie. Specifically it's generally people I don't know whom I do not feel comfortable using her for their own things. This is because as my oc, only I know Annabelle and all her many layers. As the creator, there are some things I haven't even posted about her that only I know. So the risk of others portraying her as OCC are extremely high. While that's not generally a problem, the biggest issue is that she is just an oc.

She isn't a part of the show, she isn't an official character. If someone where to see her they wouldn't think "Ah yes I know this oc and their creator" like say if you see Angel Dust and instantly know who created him and where he's from. Annabelle is just an oc I made for fun. Therefore it's why I generally expect her to be treated like an oc, not as an official cast member. Don't get me wrong I love the fact people like her and are genuinely interested in my character! But it's because she's my oc that I hold her close and am reluctant to let others use her for their things. The only ones who have my permission are my friends simply because I know them and I've developed a relationship where I trust them.

Maybe in the future I'll loosen my stance on this and let it be open season with people using Annie. But for the time being I ask that you respect my wishes. I know logically I cannot stop people if they simply wish to use Annie and disregard asking my permission. That's just how some people are and I've accepted that. Although I felt putting my own thoughts on the matter out here for people to see would at least be somewhat of a counter. Thank you for reading and for your support. :)

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vividachromatic · 5 months

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Attaching Strings

Enver Gortash × Dark Urge / Reader

Tags: Smut / MDNI / NSFW, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Hair-pulling, Begging, Edging, Power-Play, Emotional Manipulation, Confessions, Mention of Sexual Trauma

Notes: Female Dark Urge, she/her pronouns and female body parts. Named Dark Urge. The name for the Dark Urge here is Lucia. She is my OC and has a much more elaborate past, than Durge in the game too. I like her and had many ideas about her journey through the main game plot. This little writing from her past with Gortash came to me easily and works as a standalone. I may still continue with her, if people are interested...

But if you want to read this as a self-insert, besides the name and gender, there is not really anything that may deviate from the canon Dark Urge.

Summary: Lucia - Or the Dark Urge easily sneaked her way into Enver Gortash's Office. But he barely seemed to mind, even attempting to get closer to her and manipulate the dangerous spawn with the fact that she never had an actual deep connection with anyone.

After spending some... quality time together, he found that he enjoyed her company much more than he expected. Much more than anyone's perhaps.

(Read this on: AO3)

"Hello, Enver." Lucia yawned, entering Gortash's office - something absolutely no one was allowed to do - with no shame. No guards stopped her, meaning she must have successfully sneaked around all of them. But Gortash wasn't alarmed.

He turned to her with a smile, making no attempt to hide his teeth, "Ah, it's good to see you again, dear. I've missed your clever little presence..."

Lucia rolled her eyes, "I guess I missed yours, too..." She admitted, lazily sitting right in front of Gortash, on top of the desk he was currently working at. He blinked in surprise at her confidence.

"To be honest, the temple of Bhaal can be very boring most of the time..." she sighed. Then she winked at him with a sly grin, whispering "But don't tell anyone I said that."

Though she meant it as a joke, she wouldn't love to explain her words to a bunch of fanatics and her dear butler.

"Oh? And here I would have thought that with so many underlings wanting their gifts to be accepted by you, the temple would be the most exciting place for you!" He smirked, leaning forward in his chair slowly and putting his chin in his hand. "But I suppose if anyone can manage to find being worshipped boring, it would be you."

Lucia huffed a laugh.

"Oh, come on, that's exactly what makes it so boring! I want someone to tell me what the hells is up and why they agree or disagree with me. And not just kneel, whatever they may think of me, just because they're scared I'll take their head..."

"That's why I like hanging out with you. So tell me, Enver. What do you agree or disagree about with me?" Lucia grinned, repeating his first name was another way she was just purposely trying to show disrespect to him, since he explicitly ordered every one to call him Gortash.

Gortash paused, looking at her more seriously than she expected. "Do you truly want to know?"

Lucia's grin faltered only a little, she wasn't used to people being honest around her, and even though she requested his opinion, him asking again made it... serious. "Yes. Tell me your honest opinion."

He smiled. "You definitely are very charming and attractive. Your mind is quick, and your power is not to be trifled with." He leaned back into his chair, "But you seem a little lonely."

Lucia looked surprised by the answer. "Lonely? I don't even know what that feels like..." she half-joked. It's not like she ever actually thought too much about her own feelings.

Gortash folded his arms over his chest, "Hm..."

He exhaled slightly, one of his brows rising a little. "Well. I have another question for you. But I want you to answer it honestly."

"Oh? Alright then... I will." Lucia smiled, wondering what he may want to know about her.

"Is there anyone you've ever loved? In your entire life."

Lucia was taken aback. She looked at the ground, contemplating her answer. Then she cleared her throat.

"That's actually the first time someone has asked a question that's truly about me and my feelings, and not my affiliations or relations..." she looked confused, trying to gather what to say.

Did she love, or even like anyone? Normal people would love their parents. She served her father... but did she love him? She didn't know, the concept was foreign to her.

The air of amusement in the room faded. Now Gortash seemed truly interested...

"So? Was there?"

"I... I don't know. I don't think I have ever had enough time to think about my feelings. Everything was just about what or who I should be..." she answered honestly.

Gortash frowned. "But surely being asked to consider your personal feelings must feel... freeing? You're not your station, my dear. You're a person, are you not? A person with emotions and desires."

Lucia furrowed her brows in confusion. "Am I? I... don't know... I think... most people have thought of me as a tool. I don't even know what I think of myself..." She looked sad; like those thoughts genuinely crossed her mind for the first time. What did she even want?

Gortash straightened up in his chair, still looking into her eyes. She was being vulnerable, it would be the perfect opportunity to get closer to her.

"Then allow me to be the first person to care for you as more than your position. I care for you, Lucia, in a way none of the others ever have. So please... tell me how you feel."

Lucia blinked at him confused. Once, then twice, no one ever asked her about her feelings. Which is why she didn't even notice his obvious attempt at manipulation.

"....I don't know..." she whispered, looking up at Gortash,

"But I feel... not unhappy or empty. Not like I always feel. Talking to you is... nice. I think."

She felt vulnerable for the first time since she could remember. The feeling was supposed to be uncomfortable, but... she didn't hate it.

Gortash smiled, liking her answer.

"I'm glad. I'm very glad. And I'll be honest... I enjoy speaking with you as well. Your wit and words are charming all on their own."

"You mean you enjoy my company regardless of me being Bhaal's Chosen?"

Her demeanor changed, normally she was confident. Suited for the Chosen of Bhaal, one of the most dangerous persons in the world.

Gortash smiled. "Yes. Your power and position as Bhaal's Chosen is admirable. But I think you have far more interesting qualities, than just those things. And I would love to see those, my dear. Just... you."

Lucia let out a huff, hiding her face. She blushed in embarrassment for the first time in her life probably.

She felt warm. She didn't want to go home.

Seeing her flush brought a genuine smile to Gortash's face. He was enjoying this.

He laughed softly.

"You're very sweet, you know that?"

She kinda hated it, but her face turned even redder.

"Hm... you do remember who I am, right?" Or what,

"No one has ever called me sweet before.."

"Oh, I am well aware who you are." Gortash laughed, shaking his head a little. "And I do, in fact, think that you are very adorable."

Lucia just looked away from him. "Most people would call your taste weird then, I'm sure."

"Well, perhaps. But my weirdness is the last thing you should worry about." He grinned, "And I'd hate to break it to you, but I think I've grown rather fond of you, whatever that means to a Chosen like yourself."

Lucia's expression turned unsure for again.

"I... don't know. My father would probably hate for me to like a follower of Bane that much..."

Realizing what she said, her face flushed again.

"I mean-"

"Ah..." Gortash's smirk grew again, his expression becoming more amused. "So what I'm getting at is that you'd be... well, punished for liking me, is it? That does rather make things difficult, doesn't it?"

As long as she wouldn't do something unforgivable, like saving people's lifes or get killed... She would still remain his Chosen, though. And she could take a little punishment. "I guess... not that I'd mind... it's just..."

"Hmm... just what? If you do not care for the punishments you'd receive should we... continue to get closer... then there's nothing stopping us, is there?" Gortash smiled softly, leaning closer, his eyes seeming to reflect hers, as if to draw her in.

"W-Well my father's opinion is quite important to me, but..." she looked into Gortash's eyes once more, "I guess if I pray for forgiveness at his altar it'll be okay..."

Gortash chuckled softly - the little game seemed to be working.

"Your father's opinion is important to you, and you're even willing to suffer his wrath... For me?"

A sly, flirty smirk. "I have to ask... did you just confess, dear?"

"Hmm?"

Lucia thinks back to Mortal's concept of love and 'confessions'. Confessing means liking someone more than just in a platonic way... so...

"I... I guess... yes."

Gortash laughed again, and now there was a sparkle in his eyes. An almost child-like quality, or at least the equivalent to that of a man his age.

"Is that so? I suppose that means that you'll be... well... staying with me, then? In whatever this... relationship of ours may end up being?"

He was human... and though he was a little older than her, his lifespan would be much shorter... Though there are ways to change even that. She just... didn't know how to feel about all of this. As long as everyone would die one day, continuing Bhaal's legacy was part of her job, too.

She sighed, "Though you'll probably feel even more smug than you already do if I say this... I think I have quite taken a liking for you." She confessed, adding

"I guess I just have to beg my father for forgiveness for this..." in a whisper.

Gortash laughed, his expression becoming a little more... genuine now. He took her hand, and held it lightly, his thumb brushing across it gently.

"Oh, I would certainly be smug about that, my dear..." But then he paused, a little more thoughtful now. He took a second to actually contemplate his goal with her. In a way, he actually was growing a bit... fond of her

So it would definitely not be a bad thing to have her around for a bit.

"I don't know if this will make you feel any better, but your father can never take this feeling away from you. Not even death itself can. So whether he forgives you or not does not matter - what we feel here and now is genuine." He comforted her genuinely

Her eyes glistened, then closed. It's even possible she might be holding back some tears. She never considered to be anything without her father.

"I um... I feel tired... I can walk back, but..." She was obviously hinting at sleeping over.

Gortash sighed softly, then chuckled. Of course, this is where her feelings would take them to... But she was trying to be polite about it, so he didn't mind taking the lead.

"It's well past late now, so you're welcome to stay in my quarters for the night. You'll have plenty of space, and I assure you I will not bother you until sunrise."

He smirked. "Unless, of course, you would like me to not let you sleep at all..."

"I..." Her face flushed, thinking about what to say.

"Well, I... don't really need any sleep at all, so..." she coughed.

He couldn't help but grin. Not exactly surprising that she didn't need sleep - she was the child of a God, of course.

"Oh, I suppose I could have assumed that. Well, I don't mind staying with you for the night. That is... if you would like me to..." He trailed off, making an exaggerated eyebrow and wink with a smirk.

"You're getting a little too cocky now, you know..." Lucia grinned with a soft blush.

Gortash laughed. "I am, am I not?" He grinned proudly, and raised an eyebrow.

"Well... I guess so, yes. You may stay with me." she averted eye-contact nervously. "So, perhaps you want to show me your chambers?"

His eyes glittered as he saw her blush, and he nodded. "Well then. Of course. Shall I lead the way?"

As he spoke, he stood up from the chair, and stepped in front of her, holding out his hand towards her, gesturing for her to take hold of it.

Lucia took his hand into her own, letting him lead them.

Gortash walked the way, his steps sure and steady as a rock. With their hands interlocked, he slowly but purposefully led her out of the room, through narrow and dim hallways, to a nice but rather simple designed chamber.

But Lucia liked it. Considering blood and Intestines were considered nice decorations where she lived.

Gortash turned towards her upon entering, then smirked, letting go of her hand.

"You have a nice bed..." Lucia smiled shyly.

"I do what I can to make myself comfortable, my dear." He said, his expression becoming even more confident now.

He stepped towards it and sat on the edge of the bed. He motioned with his hand for her to join him.

"Please."

Lucia quietly stepped closer, sitting down on the soft bed at Gortash's invitation.

Though all of this could be seen as quite suggestive, she was still wondering how this night would play out.

Did he have a bathroom near his chambers..? Maybe she should freshen up. But she didn't take anything with her...

"Do you have something like night garments, perhaps?" She asked.

Gortash just laughed as he shook his head.

"...No. I do not. That would be rather pointless, don't you think?"

Well, so this was leading to something.

Well, obviously.

Not only has he hinted at it before, be she also invited herself into his chambers. So...

"Why?" She asked, playing coy and leaning closer to him.

"Well..." Gortash smirked, his eyes glittered with an almost dangerous gleam.

"I was planning for a much more... indecent sleep... with you."

Lucia nodded with a smile and whispered "Show me what you mean, then."

Gortash chuckled, and suddenly shifted closer to her. He put his arm around her, moving to lay her down on the bed.

Then, he lay down right next to her, his arm snaking over her and his body pressed up against hers.

"Is this good..?" He asked, trying to read her expression.

"That's all?" She breathed against his neck, giving him goosebumps.

Gortash's breath caught, and his grin grew wider. She was being more forward than he expected, but he didn't mind - rather the opposite.

His arm snaked further up her body, his body pressing more closely against her.

His breath was becoming more labored, and his other hands began stroking her thigh. Lucia let out a shaking breath, putting her hand on his, guiding it more towards the center.

"Mmmm... My, you really are an adorable thing... aren't you?" He chuckled softly. "You aren't afraid at all, are you?" Or uncomfortable.

Gortash has slept with a number of people before. But it has never been so... enthusiastic on both sides. Usually, one side would be getting something out of it.

Sex was mostly about power, not pleasure. In his experience at least.

And perhaps he did initially start flirting with her to get something out of it, but... he still felt excited. And not like he or the other person just had to force themselves through the act.

"Afraid? I'm giving you the lead, Enver, but we both know that if anyone should be afraid of the other, it should be you..." Lucia smirked, unaware of his complicated thoughts about this.

He just let out a chuckle in response, "Oh, really? Would you say I should be scared of you? Though you are powerful, your current position makes it hard for that to come across." He chuckled, hovering above her, still stroking her core through her underwear.

"I could snap your neck in two seconds if I wanted to." She whispered, grinding against his fingers.

Gortash laughed, and his breath caught for a second.

"Is that so? But who says I couldn't do the same..." He smirked, one of his hands stroking her neck now, softly closing his hand around her throat.

Could he? Maybe. And maybe she didn't hate that.

For the first time there was actually someone but her in charge. She felt like she could actually enjoy this for the first time, too.

She took the hand teasing her entrance again, to actually guide it where it felt good.

She let his cold index finger touch the soft bundle of nerves above her opening, letting out a moan immediately.

Gortash just raised his brow, pushing his finger into the spot again, watching her letting out another deep moan. With a smirk he started massaging the spot, making her let out serval, quiet and soft moans and huffs.

He found that extremely hot, to say the least.

He shifted the hand on her neck to softly caress it and hold her face.

She opend her eyes to look into his. Seeing her eyes glowing with pleasure, only made it better. So he pressed a kiss on to her lips, softer than she expected.

While still massaging her clitoris with his index finger, he used his middle one to stroke her folds, finding them to be extremely wet already. He smirked into the kiss, deepening it, while retracting his hand from her pussy, immediately feeling her groan against his lips in complaint. He parted from her mouth now, too, chuckling at her frustrated look.

"You're quite impatient, huh? Don't worry, I wasn't planning on letting you wait for that much longer." He smirked, taking his time to properly remove her underwear now, sliding it off her legs, finding it to be completely damp already.

Lucia avoided eye-contact finding this extremely embarrassing.

Throwing the panties on the ground he worked to undo his own belt.

She looked at him removing her belt and pants silently for a few seconds, only to find him looking up to her with a smirk, catching her staring. "You're liking the show?"

Lucia looked back to the ground again, clearing her throat, then started working on opening the buttons of her dress. But Gortash quickly stopped her.

"Let me do it." He whispered lowly.

Lucia just nodded removing her hands. Gortash smiled in response to her obedience, removing her dress for her, leaving her in nothing but her bra.

He then leaned to press a kiss on her lips again with a smile, while unclapping the bra. When he removed his lips from hers again, he found her completely bare in front of him.

He leaned in to kiss her again, pushing her back on to the matress with one hand and fondling her breast with the other one.

Moaning into the kiss, she started tucking at the collar of his shirt, hinting for him to take it off. He parted the kiss with a chuckle, removing his shirt for her.

Lucia leaned forward again, pressing her knee to his private parts. Gortash let out a moan, gripping her arm.

"Take me right now, alright? I don't want to wait any longer." She whispered against his lips.

Gortash felt a warm shiver going down his spine.

"Are you sure?" He whispered, his eyes glimmering as he spoke. "I could get a bit rough, you know..."

But those words didn't deter her. Her gaze just grew more confident, as she grinned at him as if to challenge him.

"Alright then, if you insist. But don't expect me to go soft on you," He repeated, as if to indirectly ask for permission.

"I wouldn't want you to." Lucia just answered.

"Well, then..." he used both his hands to push her down at the matress again, while still kneeling above her. His hands wandered to her hips, turning her around to roll her onto her belly. He leaned down, holding both of her hands in a tight grip, effectively trapping her underneath him.

"Is that what you wanted, hm?" He breathed into her ear.

A pleasant shiver went through her body, as she let out a shaking breath. She closed her eyes, enjoying the moment. The feeling of being completely overpowered and at the mercy of someone else.

She nodded.

Gortash's breath caught in his throat, and his eyes glinted. She seemed quite enthralled with him, so, he decided to press his advantage, and leaned to whisper in her ear again.

"Your reactions are quite telling. Is this the first time you've had someone else take control?" He smiled, biting her earlobe.

Lucia let out a huff, though him enjoying his power-trip in the moment was hot, she began to grow more impatient by the second. "Yes. Now stop teasing me, alright?"

Gortash chuckled, as he released the grip and her hands and shifted his own back down to her hips, giving them a light squeeze. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Gortash was enjoying himself this much.

"So, if I may ask, are you ready for me?"

"Yes." Lucia breathed softly.

"Then..." he leaned down to whisper in her eat, "I am afraid you'll just have to wait for a bit."

Lucia growned in response, which only made Gortash let out a laugh above her.

"My, you're getting incredibly desperate about a mere human. The Chosen of the God of Tyranny no less. We're supposed to be Rivals, if not enemies, you know?" Gortash chuckled, stroking her arm softly. "But here you are being such a good girl under me. I am quite flattered, if I'm being honest."

"Y-You..." she breathed, hearing him laugh above her. "I can actually snap your neck, you know?" She asked, annoyed and impatient, but not truly angry. "You're getting off on this, aren't you?"

Gortash just smirked. "Yes, and yes."

"I am enjoying putting you off, I admit. And I am quite aware that you could very easily kill me if you wanted to. But you wouldn't do that, right? Not when you're enjoying this as much as I am."

Lucia's annoyed expression instantly cleared when Gortash leaned down to kiss her again. And Gortash definitely enjoyed the effect he had on her. She was playing exactly into the role he had planned for her.

She moaned into the kiss, bucking her hips up to meet his. Parting only for a second to whisper, "Enver..."

The smile on his face grew, as he leaned his full weight upon her, his breath becoming more shaky by the moment.

He moaned and nodded, one of his hands moving to her neck again, as the kiss continued, only parting for another second whisper. "Yes, my dear? Tell me... what do you want?"

"Please just take me, please.." she begged under him, swallowing all her pride and silently cursing herself for being so pathetic under a human. Someone that was one of her father's rivals nonetheless.

His smile turned smug as he broke the kiss. "Oh, that sounds awfully like begging to me..."

He continued to press his weight upon her, but she could feel his hands traveling down her body - caressing, rubbing, and moving their way downwards. And finally, he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"I will take you. I'll take you, my dear. I want to hear you scream."

Lucia gripped the bedsheets as Gortash pressed his length to her hole.

"Just say it one more time, please, beg. " he sounded desperate himself.

"Ugh, Enver... please, please..!" She cried. And he didn't wait another second, before finally pushing himself into her, making him shake a little in delight and Lucia grip the bedsheets tighter.

The room became hotter and hotter as he began moving into her, starting slowly.

"Hah..." Lucia moaned softly into the bedsheets. "You're... way too gentle..."

"Oh?" His body was blazing hot now, as his movements became more aggressive, and he began to thrust himself harder into her, his body shaking slightly.

He had to bite back his laughter. She wasn't just letting it happen - she was actively enjoying this, too, this was so much better than he expected.

Lucia started whimpering under him, sounding way more out of breath now. You would even think she is in pain... if she wouldn't lean into it so much.

"Mmm... You like this, don't you? You like how I'm treating you. Don't you?"

His breath caught in his throat, and he moved slightly faster, and harder.

He was enjoying this so much that it was almost like getting revenge against life for how often he had to force himself through something like this.

And the fact that she was enjoying it so much too - just made this whole thing so much better. The only people who ever enjoyed sex with him, were taking advantage of him in some kind of way.

But they enjoyed this together.

Lucia started trembling against him suddenly.

"Enver, I think I- I-"

"You're what?"

His movements turned sloppy, and his breath caught in his throat. The sound of her voice, the look of pleasure in her eyes. A shiver ran through his body, and his breath became sharp.

"Oh, please... please... give it to me..." he begged.

"Ha.. ah!" Suddenly Gortash felt her tightening around her, making it harder to move. Still, he kept his pace, letting her come around his cock.

He chocked on his breath. She was just... so beautiful in this moment.

He could never have anticipated a moment like this, one where he felt so much power. But her sounds of pleasure, and the way her body trembled underneath him...

Gortash roughly pulled her up on her hair against him, though trying to not actually hurt her, and continued thrusting into her.

"Ha... ha..." though feeling overstimulated, she continued to let Gortash take her how he wanted to, while he was pulling her hair.

They were so completely lost in this moment, in the pleasure they both felt. And she was such a good girl for him, too, just letting him take this moment the way he wanted to.

There was so much power he felt now, looking at her, as she released around him a second time, as Gortash now finally came inside her, too - at the same time. He continued riding out their orgasm, pushing his semen into her.

After everything, both of them rolled on to their side, feeling fullfilled,

Lucia tried to calm herself on her side of the bed and finally caught her breath now.

Gortash was lying next to her, breathing heavily aswell. The room was still warm, and the heat from their bodies had not dissipated yet.

The his moment was just perfect. And he leaned his body closer to hers, studying her face.

Lucia slowly opend her eyes, finding Gortash already looking at her. She then gave him a soft smile, still out of breath.

This was, strangely enough exactly the moment something changed inside of him. This was the moment making him realize, that he wanted her beside him. When the world would fall under his and Bane's Tyranny. She would sit beside him.

And perhaps then, he'll even be okay with her killing him at the altar.

"You're so beautiful, you know," he whispered softly, his voice soft and gentle now, a stark contrast to before. His eyes were still shining with that smirk he usually wore, but this time, they seemed... brighter.

He raised a hand up to her face, caressing it softy.

Lucia's gaze turned soft now, too. She liked him - which is why she even wanted to share the bed with him in the first place, but this afterwards, felt almost better than the act itself. The pure moment of... love? It was soft, vulnerable. But strong. Lucia felt her heart swell, as she leaned into his touch, softly caressing his arm and laying her head on top of his chest.

And even his heart stirred, it was a feeling he never expected.

He felt... soft. Not in a way where he felt weak, but in a way where he was willing to share a part of himself with her. And that felt... good. The soft touch of her fingers lightly rubbing against his arm was quite... nice.

He was comfortable. This sensation was foreign to him, but he was content.

They didn't know what their future would entail. Probably a lot of trouble. Especially considering that both of them were Chosen's of different gods. Everything was complicated. The world would continue to be cruel, but...

This felt nice.

And both really hoped that whatever would happen in the future, this wouldn't be the last night they would spend in each other's arms.

Gortash felt felt Lucia's consciousness slipping away, and for the first time he didn't see that as weakness. He squeezed her arm gently, leaning his head against hers. His own consciousness slipping away, too.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gortash x durge #gortash x reader #enver gortash #dark urge #dark urge x gortash #x reader #smut #fanfic #bg3 x reader

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yourfaveisrq · 2 months

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HELLO !!!

I don't know how to make intros or explain how this account works , so , in simple words , give me a blorbo and I'll make them radqueer !!! Simple. :3 (You know how these accounts work I don't think I need to explain it to you.)

RULES // RAMBLING UNDER CUT. :)

RULES -

There are no rules for characters you can send in !!! All characters are accepted.

Just tell me the character name/identities you want + send the flags if you can.

I WILL deny any character I want for any reason , but I'll rarely rejects requests. You can even send in OCs if you have art for them for me to use !!! (If you want me to use your OC for a request , make sure the background is transparent , please.)

I am a bit hesitant to do actual , real life people , but send in your ask anyway and I might do 'em.

There is a limit of 6 identities/flags , mostly because more would be a pain. So. !!!

And also a limit of 1 character per request !!! No two characters in one single request. (Like Loona/Blitzø in one request or something like that. Ashley and Andrew Graves are the only exception to this rule. They're a package deal. I don't make the rules (I do but. Anyways.))

It will take 15 minutes - 1 day to finish requests , maybe longer. I have other accounts to run , and other things to do (along with just forgetting to do things in general) , so please be patient. I'm so sorry if it takes longer than that to finish your request. /gen

Last updated :: 3/30/24 - 9:47 PM CST

#ill make it fancier soon i swear... :( EDIT :: MADE IT SLIGHTLY BETTER. :3 #ALSO VERY NERVOUS TO POST THIS I HAVENT EVER MADE A POST HERE. SO. :')#radqueer #rq 🌈🍓#rq safe #pro rq 🌈🍓#rqc🌈🍓#rq community #pro transid #pro radq #transid

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sweet-koofe · 2 months

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MASTERLIST AND REQUESTS RULES! [ENG]

Masterlist y normas en español abajo del contenido en inglés💕

Profile/Perfil:

Hey hey! Welcome to my blog! This was made for the purpose of taking requests for The Eltingville Club bots, mostly in the Jan. Ai website! But I accept C. Ai requests too! Feel free to ask safely if your request follows my rules, anon is on and you can even DM me if you need further details or descriptions on the bot you are asking for.

RULES!

I will NOT write for proship this includes inc3st, ped0ph1lia, or straight r4pe! I will write for certain grade of dub-con, if almost unexistent, containing the d3ad-dove tag on those bots (though, most of them will have it and will include a TW)

We all know about the guys attitude and stuff, but please don't ask for bots only made for being mys0gnistic, h0mophobic or else against the "user" to a heavy extent to the point that could hurt them both physically and/or mentally

Please note that if bots start talking for you, glitch or else, I can't really control that, but! I recomend placing this prompt on '(OOC:)' or 'System note:' so it can get fixed; "Please talk only and for {{char}} and in {{char}}'s POV, never think for {{user}}"

I can and will make bots for platonic relationships if asked! Such as brother/sister user, for example, of course, PLATONIC

Please just a request per week, you have a limit of 2 characters per ask (unless if asked for the entire group, for example, in a poly-friendly bot, but of course, especify that ^^)

I will leave a post with prompts for anyone who wants to request a bot with said prompt, for now, it's still in process

I will write/create bots for this characters: Bill Dickey, Josh Levy, Pete Dinunzio, Jerry Stokes, Ironjaw, Aaron Winkleman, Rodney Crabbe, James Prolongo, Jaybird Haynes.

If you want a really especific character or if I forgot to add any, please ask me!

I will not create bots of ET OC's without any consent of said creator

All my bots will be aged up! If not, I'll put a limited tag OR make a user as the same age as the character

If requests are CLOSED I will not take any of them in that period, so please, if you know that my requests are closed, please don't spam my inbox pwp

Any treats, insults, spam, hateful speech, or else, will be censored and banned, this page is a safe space for everyone

Most of my bots will be Gender neutral but with AFAB or AMAB anatomy, if you want an especific POV or Transmasc or transfem POV on your bot please let me know <3

All my bots will have an English and Spanish variation

I can write ANGST, fluff or Smut

MASTERLIST

Empty, for now :>

MASTERLIST Y NORMAS [ESP]

¡Hey hey! ¡Bienvenidx a mi blog! ¡Esto se hizo con el propósito de aceptar solicitudes de bots de The Eltingville Club, principalmente en el sitio web de Jan. Ai! ¡Pero también acepto solicitudes de C. Ai! No dudes en preguntar de forma segura si tu solicitud sigue mis reglas, el anon está activado e incluso puedes enviarme un mensaje de texto si necesitas más detalles o descripciones sobre el bot que quieras pedir

NORMAS

NO escribiré pr0sh1p, esto incluye inc3st0, ped0f1lia, o vi0lación directa, escribiré dub-c0n, sino casi inexistente, en ese caso contendrá el tag de d3ad-dove (aunque la mayoría de los bors la tendrán, en todo caso, incluirán un TW)

Ya sabemos la actitud de los personajes de ET, pero por favor, no me pidan bots que sean mis0ginos, hom0fobos o que sienten contra la integridad física y/o mental del usuario

Si el bot empieza a glitchearse/bugearse, hablar por ti o parecido, recuerden que no puedo controlar esto, pero recomiendo que pongan este prompt en '(OOC:)' o 'System note:' y comenzará a funcionar; "Please talk only and for {{char}} and in {{char}}'s POV, never think for {{user}}"

Puedo y haré bots de relaciones platonicas! Por ejemplo, un user siendo hermano/a de uno de los chicos, por ejemplo, por supuesto, PLATONICO

Por favor, solo un pedido por semana con un límite de 2 personajes por pedido! (A no ser que, por ejemplo, pidas un bot del grupo, específico para relación poly-amorosa por ejemplo, ahí haré una excepción sin problema, pero especificalo por favor ^^)

Dejaré un post con prompts y escenarios para quienes quieran pedir un personaje con dicho escenario, hasta ahora está en proceso

Escribiré para estos personajes: Bill Dickey, Josh Levy, Pete Dinunzio, Jerry Stokes, Ironjaw, Aaron Winkleman, Rodney Crabbe, James Prolongo, Jaybird Haynes.

Si quieres un personaje en específico, o si olvide a alguien acá, dímelo en mis DMs

No haré bots de OC's de ET sin el permiso de sus creadores

TODOS mis bots son mayores de edad (de 18 para arriba) pero en caso de no serlo, pondré un tag de "limited" Y/O el user acabará siendo de la misma edad que el personaje

Si los pedidos están CERRADOS no haré caso a cualquier pedido hecho en ese periodo, por favor no spameen mi inbox pwp

Cualquier amenaza, insulto, discurso de odio o parecido, será baneado, este blog es un espacio seguro para TODOS

La mayoría de mis bots tendrán un user con género neutro, pero con anatomía AFAB o AMAB, si quieres hacer un POV especifico (fem, male, transmasc, transfem, etc...) por favor déjenmelo saber <3

Todos mis bots tendrán una variante en inglés y en español

Puedo escribir ANGST, fluff, o smut

MASTERLIST

Vacío, por ahora :>

Bye <3

#jerry stokes #the eltingville club #pete dinunzio #janitor ai #ai roleplay #x reader #waos #español #english #ai bots #los amo a todos #Spotify

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sizzlingchaosprince · 3 months

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|ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ|

Hello! You can call me whatever you like, I just don't know how to call myself and not be cringy XD. Also, I don't speak English well since I'm Kazakh.

In this blog I'll sometimes draw(I'll maybe draw like a toddler, especially when it comes to shades but I'm still learning) and mostly write on my own if I have the energy and I don't have any requests. This is my first time doing such thing so I'm really excited and worried at the same time :')

I'll ask you to be specific on what you request, not just "____ x reader??". I'm just worried about writing/drawing something you won't like and I'm not full of ideas sometimes.

|ʀᴜʟᴇs ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛɪɴɢ|

What I WILL write and draw?

• SFW, fluff. It'll be one of the most common things I'll do in this blog

• Angst. I'm okay with depression and self-harm stuff, but DO NOT cross the line

• Yandere stuff, but I'll write/draw without g0re things except some bl00d spots in drawings(but be sure that I'm not good in drawing liquid, especially when it leaks down) and mentions of bl00d and dead c0rpses in writings

• Romantic and platonic writings and drawings, however for some characters I'll accept ONLY PLATONIC requests

• School crushes of child character x child!reader. It'll contain ABSOLUTELY INNOCENT THINGS like holding hands or hugging. I'll put warnings on the characters I'll write such thing

• Drawings and writings as birthday gifts. I can ignore some rules for a birthday gift(I'll write what exactly I'll ignore and which rules I'll still keep), but keep in mind that I'm a human who still has limits and feelings

• Oneshots. But please be specific on what you want

• Character x OC. Again, be specific: what your OC is like, their character, ect.

• The reader of ANY gender. I don't know some genders so I'll do some research on the internet. If you don't like the way I described them, don't be scared to mention it. Even though I write and draw for free, I still want everyone to be comfortable with what I do

• Write/draw 3 characters MAXIMUM. I find it difficult to write and draw multiple characters since I need imagination and energy to do it

What I WILL NOT write and draw?

• NSFW content. I read some of NSFW fanfics, but I'm not quite comfortable with writing it myself

• Character x Character. Exception for birthday kids BUT I don't wanna draw kissing scenes unless it's censored. For example, the scene is censored with a fan

• Any sensitive topics like r@pe and p£d0philia. It's just really one of the worst things I would never write or even think about. Aging up child characters counts as one of sensitive topics since it still means that you're attracted to a child

• Too much g0re. I'm okay with horror movies and games like Poppy Playtime, but I don't feel like writing/drawing it in details

• Change the character's original sexuality. It comes without any exceptions. I respect everyone and every sexuality, including fictional characters

• Poly relationship(Character x reader x character). I don't know how to write it and to be safe and not feel any guilt I won't take any requests relating to this topic

|ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍs ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ/ᴅʀᴀᴡ ꜰᴏʀ|

WARNING: THE CHARACTERS MAY NOT HAVE THEIR CANONICAL PERSONALITY, BUT YOU STILL CAN WRITE COMMENTS ABOUT ANY OF MY ERRORS

• Villainous

5.0.5 is PLATONIC ONLY, everyone else can get ROMANTIC and PLATONIC requests

• FNaF: Security Breach/Security Breach: RUIN

Animatronics will be PLATONIC if the reader will be a human since I'm not pretty sure about robot x human thing. I don't mind writing ROMANTIC stuff if it'll be robot x robot

NO WILLIAM AFTON/SPRINGTRAP/GLITCHTRAP/ANY OTHER -TRAP! I haven't watched all FNaF chapters so the only thing I know surely about William is that he killed children

Gregory can have a school crush on child!reader. But mostly, I'll take only platonic requests

• Brawl Stars

I don't even know about "robot x robot" rule here since Rico has a crush on Piper and maybe other robots have something like that too. I think I'll take human x robot requests but still be thoughtful about what you're asking for. Children are PLATONIC ONLY, exception will be only for teenagers who are old enough to have a school crush

• Poppy Playtime(3 chapters)

I'll do PLATONIC ONLY for Poppy since she is a small doll for children: it's hard for me to see her as a romantic possibility.

As for Smiling Critters, Huggy Wuggy, Mommy Long Legs and ect I'll do ROMANTIC and PLATONIC but without shipping them with human!reader.

• Bendy and the Ink Machine/Dark Revival

Small Bendy will be PLATONIC ONLY since he literally acts and looks like a child. But I don't mind writing ROMANTIC stories for Ink Demon.

• Bendy and Boris: The Quest for The Ink Machine

Everyone can be ROMANTIC and PLATONIC since they've reached 18, but the exception will be Jackpot, any mentioned child and Boris: they're PLATONIC ONLY, but Boris can have a school crush since he's 12 . Felix is staying with his original sexuality: homosexual

• Better Half

I never saw any ____x reader works with this fandom so I wanted to start doing one! Everyone can be PLATONIC and ROMANTIC. I'll consider drawing poly relationship with Happy and Depressed Thiu.

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I'll add characters and link for my works here. Be free to request me anything, but still following the rules. If I haven't answered your request for 3 weeks, consider it as a declare. But if I'll write a note that I'm going to disappear for ___ time your request being answered is still an option. Changes in what fandoms I'll write/draw for and change of rules are possible

Poppy Playtime:

The Toy's favorite Child: PLATONIC Cat Nap x child!reader

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴅᴀʏ/ɴɪɢʜᴛ!❤️✨

#poppy playtime x reader #security breach x reader #villainous x reader #brawl stars x reader #bendy and the ink machine #fnf x reader #bendy and the dark revival #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #blog rules #rules for requests #better half #better half x reader

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ghostedcas · 1 year

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i read the family fic you wrote and OOHHHH MY GODDDD I LOVED IT i swear fluff family fics have my heart i love them too much!!!

and reading the author note i would love to see how bug chose their name! :3

ahhh i'm so glad you liked it !! like seriously, this ask has me giggling, twirling my hair, kicking my feet. i die for the smallest bit of praise so i'm truly so so happy you liked it. MWAH MWAH, platonic kisses on the forehead for you nonnie <3 (and anyone else who read and liked it, all of you get platonic kisses too)

now, as requested, a cute blurb of how bug chose their name (and came out to simon and reader)

simon "ghost" riley x child!OC (bug riley)

word count: 824

warnings: a teeny bit of angst (bug is an anxious baby), but mostly just sweet sweet cotton candy :3

a/n: bug is 13 in this fic, it is told from their perspective. their dead name is mentioned twice.

a/n 2.0: i wrote this really quickly so it might not be that great, i'm stoned as fuck and it's like 10 to 05:00 rn but i really wanted to get this idea out for you guys bc i love this lil oc sm🥺 created them literally a day ago and i would die for them already

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it'll be fine, it'll be fine. mum and dad are so accepting and loving, mum is always telling me she'll always love me no matter what. i siked myself up as i walk into the kitchen where i hear my mum and dad making dinner again.

i wanted to come out to them before dad left for work again, but every time i got up the nerves i backed out, not this time.

"uh, mum? dad?" i spoke up as i walked into the kitchen, catching the attention of my parents who gave me their signature loving smiles.

"hi my little bug, how was your day at school?" mum asked me, opening her arms for her a hug, which i happily gave her.

"hey ben, how was school bud?" dad asked, making my stomach churn a little at the sound of my birth name.

"it... it was good." i replied with a heavy sigh, mum's face immediately contorting into worry at the sound. "i actually wanted to talk to you two about something. can we sit down?"

"yes, of course." mum says as soon as the words are out of my mouth, she gently grabs my shoulders and walks to the dinner table with me, making sure dad was following behind.

as we sat at the table i felt a lump begin to form in the back of my throat and my heart begin to race. this was really happening. oh god this was really happening, i'm doing this.

"what is it benjamin? did something happen?" mum asks me with worry in her voice.

"if someone is hurting you just say the word bud, i'll deal with them." dad says gruffly, standing behind mum with a hand on her shoulder.

"no, no it's nothing like that," i begin, mouth running dry as i try to for words. i try to think of what to say, but the words wont come out right.

"i don't think i'm a boy!" i blurted before i could realize what i was saying. this was not the course of action i wanted to take.

"huh?" dad said with a raised brow. "what.. what does that even mean?"

"simon!"

"it's a legitimate question babe!"

"it's rude to ask it like that though!"

"guys! please! just," i sighed. "i don't... feel right as a boy. i'm nonbinary."

their silence makes my stomach drop, but my heart stops when dad just leaves the dining room to return to the kitchen without even looking at me. fuck, he hates me now.

"we'll be right back my baby, don't worry. stay there." mum says softly, putting a gentle hand on my head before she gets up to follow my father. leaving me to sit in silence. i just disappointed my fucking hero. my dad hated me now, i never should've said anything.

it's only five or so minutes before they both come back, dad seems... calm. i didn't expect that, in a way that scared me more.

"first off, we want to say that we love you so much baby. and we're so happy you felt comfortable enough to tell us this. we wont pretend we understand what that means but we are prepared to learn." mum says softly, taking my hands in hers and rubbing her thumbs over my knuckles as she speaks.

"wait... really?" i ask, feeling tears of relief welling in my eyes.

"of course, you're our son- our child, and we want you to be happy. we love you for you." dad said, putting a rough hand on my head.

that's all it took to break me, the waterworks flowing freely as i fall into my mother's arms. i feel her wrap them around me and she rubs my back, whispering sweet affirmations to me and kissing my head.

"this means you'll want to change your name, right? have you decided on one yet my little bug?" mum asked sweetly, causing a wide grin to spread across my face.

"yeah, i have. i picked it because it means a lot to me. you know, you've been calling me this my entire life when you realized how intrigued i was by bugs as a baby. so i went with bug. because mum always calls me her little bug." i explained to my parents, this time it was apparently my mother's turn to cry.

i watched as my mother began to sob in joy, pulling me to hold at arms length and look me in the face. "oh sweetheart, that's amazing. that makes me feel so special. i love you so much, bug."

my heart swells as mum calls me by my name, as she pulls me in for another hug i feel dad wrapping his arms around the two of us and giving my head another rough but loving pat.

"we both love you, bug."

"i love you both too."

what the hell did i ever have to be worried about?

#simon riley x reader fluff #simon ghost riley fluff #simon riley x oc #simon ghost riley x oc #ghostedcas #casper writes #casper's 💌#ghostedcas: bug riley #ghostedcas: ghost

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slutforstabbings-archive · 10 months

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Update on ALL of my WIPs (god there are so many, sos) ~

Clean Again (Corey Cunningham x Reader) I think I need to accept that I'm just not made for weekly chapter updates lol because Chapter 14 is not ready for tonight. I've actually been having a really good time writing it the past few weeks, I'm getting into the part of the story I've been dying to write the whole time and I'm really energized. But weekly updates when I don't have a bunch of chapters already totally finished is too much for me. I like to let my writing sit for a while and then come back and edit it again, and I just don't have enough time with weekly updates to do that. I feel like the last few chapters of Clean Again read more like my one shots which I usually write really quickly and edit a lot less, and I would just rather my multi-chapter works be more polished. And my one shots are taking a lot longer and my other multi-chapters are suffering because I only have time for Clean Again, which bums me out because even when I'm super stoked about it, I like taking little detours to my other stories too. Anyway, I'm not going to give this hiatus an official length, I'm just going to see where I am in a while. I don't want to come back too soon because I'd like to not have any more breaks.

Number 5 with a Bullet (Eddie Munson x unnamed reader-ish OC) I have so much work done for this, several more entries that are done or almost done, a couple of drawings that are almost done, pretty much a full outline... I just haven't been able to get any of it all the way finished yet. My goal was to publish the diary entries kind of contemporary to when they would be written, but it's almost August and I still have June I haven't posted so oops. But it's coming!

Untitled Eddie x Reader It's 1985, it's your first senior year and Eddie's second. You've admired him from afar for a while but you've avoided interacting with him until you find out you have something kind of surprising in common. Fluff, angst, smut, currently 4k words and about halfway done.

Untitled Corey x Reader x Allyson Nelson request from @rebel-blue, for a Reader who meets Corey and Allyson through college somehow, and a Corey-centric threesome with vibes similar to Sandwiched. Currently outlined and 1k words but I feel it being a long one in my bones lol

Untitled Corey x Reader request from @ethanhoewke for more subby Corey. Still at the twinkle in my eye phase lol but that could change at any moment.

Untitled Corey x Reader x Eddie in FEBRUARY @hall0ween-twn sent me an ask and all it said was "think about a Corey x Eddie threesome." Well I thought about it and thought about it and I keep thinking about it. I've written basically nothing for this so far like, in real words, but I have written a LOT of it in my head and I'm still just trying to figure out how to structure it because I have accidentally developed so much lore and so many feelings about Corey and Eddie before they even meet Reader and... yeah. Maybe I'll just write the whole thing and drop 100k completed on y'all when you least expect it.

@heartrot666 @wolvesandvampires @hersweetrevenge @cordelium @toxicanonymity @persephone-of-roleplay as always, dm me or reply to this post if you want to be added to my taglist, whether that be for a specific story, specific character or for everything <3

#corey cunningham #corey cunningham x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #personal

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The Galaxies of Gallifrey

Chapter 1: The Toymaker Trick

Word Count: 1,8 k

Warning: Mention of death, SPOILERS FOR THE GIGGLE

a/n: Hey there! So because I didn't have enough unfinished series... here's another one. I hope all the whovians can enjoy this canon x OC thing I'm working on. There's a lot more to come for this one, but before chapter 2 comes expect a Casanova request XD

2008 - Somewhere in space

"Gallifrey Gale McShane... can I have this dance?" The Doctor extended his hand and she took it.

"What was that song from the future? Oh! I got it," she pressed a button on her phone and Mitski started playing.

The two of them embraced each other sweetly, swaying gently around the TARDIS control room.

"You know I... I... you know," he mumbled, still not quite ready to say the words he felt in his hearts.

"I know, and I do too," Gallifrey whispered.

"Good, then we're in agreement. I wouldn't be the man I am today without you, our lives have been intertwined forever now."

She nodded and rested her head on his chest, singing the lyrics for him quietly:

"Moon, tell me if I could send up my heart to you? So, when I die, which I must do, could it shine down here with you? Cause my love is mine, all mine. I love mine, mine, mine. Nothing in the world belongs to me, but my love mine, all mine, all mine."

"I like that. Mine all mine all mine..." The Doctor repeated softly. "Are you scared? Of dying?"

"I think you might be more scared of me dying than I am."

"That's true, I never wanted to- get attached because humans come and go, you get old and you start losing your memories, yourselves... then you die. And I'm left here, life after life after life."

"But with me you're taking the risk? You're accepting this pain?"

"I'd do it all over again if it meant I'd get this time with you. Even if it would only last a day, a week, a month... You're worth it. The pain of losing you one day is not greater than the pain of never having you at all."

His brown eyes were shining with sadness but also hope. Loving someone is like ripping your heart out of your chest and accepting someone else can choose what happens to it.

"To answer your question, I am not that scared of dying. I hope it feels like when you're a child and fall asleep on the couch after school so your mum carries you to bed and you wake up there. I hope Death is like a gentle old friend." Gallifrey explained. "She'll take my hand and guide me to you."

"To me?"

"You know, Doctor, I also need to cope with losing you several times. I know you'll regenerate over and over right in front of me and there's nothing I can do. And even though I will always love you no matter who you become, this is my Doctor. You, Ten. You're the Doctor I wanted to spend my life with."

"I see... I'm so sorry, Gal."

"Don't be, I dream that when I die, my handsome Ten will take my hand and we'll run to our home near the beach. Our two dogs will be waiting and we can just be us, no more regeneration or dangerous adventures, just us."

"Is that what you think heaven is like? Sitting on a porch with me?" The Doctor frowned. "I wish I could give you what you want, I wish there was someone else who could do what I do. I'd stay as the tenth Doctor for you for a million years even if I go completely mad having to stay in one place for the rest of my life."

"I know, but I don't resent you. I know the Doctor's job is to travel around the universe protecting everyone. And I'll be your companion until I can no longer do my job."

2023: UNIT Headquarters in London

"Shooting ducks... who is next?" The Toymaker pointed the galvanic beam at each of the ladies. "The companion, the soldier, the scientist, the orphan... the wife," he smirked at Gallifrey.

"Your fight is with me!" The Doctor shouted, enraged by the idea of losing anyone else. "And you owe me! One more ga-"

Before he could finish, the Toymaker struck him with the beam right in the chest.

"DOCTOR!" Gallifrey cried. "No! I'm not ready, I'm not ready! I don't wanna say goodbye to my Doctor!"

"I played the first game with one Doctor, I played the second game with this Doctor, therefore your own rules have decreed. I play the third game with the next Doctor!" The Toymaker announced.

Without thinking of any consequence, Gallifrey ran to her husband's side. "Kill me, make me into a puppet, I don't care! This is the last time I'm seeing the man I fell in love with!"

Donna and Melanie followed, they didn't want him to die alone, even if it wasn't really a death.

"I'm so sorry, Gal..." The Doctor looked at his wife with a pained expression as she held his hand. "This isn't dying, but I know how much it'll hurt you. I know you always say it doesn't matter, but please still love me even if I'm insanely ugly."

"You can never be ugly, Doc, not to me," she sobbed, trying to take in every detail of his face.

"I'll miss the way you look at me when I'm like this."

"Don't worry about me, I love all your faces. I love all of you," she assured. "Fingers crossed you come ginger this time."

"It's time, here we go again," the Doctor gave her one last kiss from the lips she adored so much. "Allons-y."

But then... instead of regenerating, he just stood there, feeling rather strange and a little foolish. Gallifrey looked at Donna, who shrugged, just as confused.

"Doc, what's going on?" Gallifrey cried.

"Could you... pull?" He asked.

"Could we what?" Donna looked at him with a disgusted grimace.

"Just pull, pull from each side, all of you. It feels different this time."

Melanie and Donna did as he asked, pulling his left arm while Gallifrey did the same with the right. At first, it seemed like a stupid effort, but then the unimaginable happened.

The Doctor divided himself into two. The man that sprouted from her husband was tall, had dark skin and short hair, the most beautiful smile.

"What?" Donna and Gallifrey murmured almost in unison.

"What?" The Toymaker winced.

"No way..." Fifteen pulled his other arm out and for a moment they shared their bottom half.

"You're me," Fourteen gasped.

"No, I'm me. I think I'm really really me," Fifteen smiled. "I'm completely me! Now don't just stand there, push!"

When the two Doctors separated, they ran into each other's arms and hugged like brothers.

"What is happening?" Gallifrey stared at them in disbelief.

"Bigeneration! I've bigenerated, Gal!" Fifteen took her in his arms and spun her around. "There's no such thing, it's supposed to be a myth, but look at me! What do you think, my beautiful?"

"I think you look gorgeous!" She admitted, placing her hand on his chest while his hands explored her as much as they could in front of such a big audience.

"Hey! That's my wife you're fondling!" Fourteen yelped.

"She's also my wife," Fifteen smirked before stealing a kiss.

"Aw my sweetheart is jealous!" Gallifrey took Fourteen's hand. "Don't worry, there's enough of me to go around."

"He comes in a range of colors then?" Donna chuckled.

"Right! Have you ever been black before?" Gallifrey asked.

"No, not that I remember... how exciting!" Fifteen grinned.

"If I can interrupt," the Toymaker called. "Behold the game of the Time Lords, a dummy who dies and doubles and dies and doubles... I could play this for a hundred years. I'd have vast meadows of Doctors dying over and over again and never get bored because-"

"I challenge you to a game!" Both Doctors said.

That was the trouble, there was still a game to be won to save the world. But with two against one it had to be easier, right?

Gallifrey could barely watch as the Doctors played catch against the Toymaker, the little ball flying from one hand to the other and always on the verge of falling. Until it did, it fell when the Toymaker couldn't catch it.

"As my prize I want you to be banished from existence," Fourteen asked before running into his wife's arms.

"You two are brilliant!" Gallifrey beamed with excitement. "But there's one thing you're forgetting, Fifteen also deserves a prize. And I think I know exactly what it could be."

She walked up to him and whispered in his ear to which he flashed her a smile.

"You, my love, are a genius!" Fifteen ran into the TARDIS and pulled a toy mallet from underneath one of the floorboards.

"What are you doing?" Fourteen asked as they all came out into the garage. "It's not a sexy prize, is it? I don't think I can deal..."

"What if the Toymaker's domain is still lingering? Just for a few seconds while we're in a state of play? Everybody stand back! Wish me luck."

"What for?"

"Heeeere's my prize..." Fifteen hit the side of the TARDIS with the mallet and another TARDIS appeared right beside the first.

"Oh dear," Fourteen breathed. "You know what that means, Gal?"

"What?" Gallifrey turned to him.

"There's someone who can do what I do," he smiled softly. "I can give you your paradise."

"Doctor! But- but you always said you'd go mad if you had to settle down."

"Ah you know how I am, I can always take the TARDIS for a little spin. We can visit anywhere you want, no more dangerous adventures. We can sit on that porch facing the beach and just be us. No more regeneration for a long long time."

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life... I've spent so many years fighting all those battles and now I know what for. Let's go say goodbye."

Inside the new TARDIS it was pretty much like the old one, with the exception of a jukebox in the corner.

"Come here!" Fifteen hugged Fourteen, then Donna, then Gallifrey. "Look after him, you two... now if you don't mind there's a great big universe calling and I got to get going. So off you go, old man."

"You're the old man! You're older than me!" Fourteen gasped dramatically.

"Okay... kid. I love you, get out," he said before starting the controls.

"Let's go!" Gallifrey took her Doctor's hand and Donna's to get out before they got pulled into another crazy adventure.

When they left, the TARDIS was already whirring, preparing to take off.

"I don't suppose I've ever seen this before," the Doctor watched amazed.

"Where's he going?" Melanie asked.

"Everywhere," the Doctor murmured. "Now where are we going, Gal? California, Hawaii, Australia, the Caribbean?"

"I think I know the perfect place," Gallifrey smiled.

#doctor who #doctor who fanfic #canon x oc #david tennant fanfic #tenth doctor #tenth doctor fanfic #fanfic #au #oc

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