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fictionallyinparadise · 1 year

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I finally wrote something based on this post but it's the comfort specifically while I think about how the other stuff would work

Content Warnings: Mentioned violence (not descriptive), mouth horror, description of blood, attempted brainwashing mention, torture mention (not descriptive), feel free to ask for more.

His eyes opened again, staring at their hands. A slight tremor, the weapon they stole dropped a few feet behind them. Clean from any bodily fluids physically but not mentally. His head was pounding, the accelerated heart beat not helping the noise.

Freedom was here yet it felt so far away. He had no fucking clue where he was or what was around. There could be traps or other threats about. Worrying over that made their head hurt more. "Damnit. How do I get home?" D'zca muttered, starting to wander around. Nobody was out, likely all fixing the damage he caused. As if they had actually planned to do so much damage to aid their escape. There weren't any thoughts, just...violence.

Which was what those bastards wanted technically. Mindless actions. Just not the kind they wanted.

D'zca kept walking, legs shaking with every step. They stretched their wings out to try and balance themselves, though it just added weight. He ended up stumbling into a nearby wall, cursing under his breath. "D'zca? Where are you, baby?" A familiar voice called out. They stood still, repeating how his name was said over and over. It eventually sounded like a fake name after the seventh mental repeat. The torture technology that these other Ricks had made was incredible, but nothing could mimic the way their Rick said his name.

He was here. Real and here, not a trap. They approached, stumbling like a newborn deer. Thankfully the scientist spotted them. Rick caught up to him halfway, wrapping his arms around them tight. Was it to keep them upright or to confirm they were real?

Either way, it was appreciated.

"Sorry it took so long to get ya, sugarcake. I got a little caught up in 'how do I make sure these shitheads don't try shit again' and-" Rick stopped himself from talking, taking a breath. "I'll talk your ears off when we get home."

Home.

D'zca lifted their head from his boyfriend's shoulder, blinking his smaller eyes. "How long have I been gone?" It felt like a week, maybe three. It had to have been.

"A day and a half."

He blinked all their eyes at that.

"...a day and a half?"

Rick nodded, his face dropping at the question. "They really did a fuckin' number on you." He muttered. It wasn't a question, just a statement that had revenge plans brewing behind it.

"Already showed 'em." D'zca muttered, wings drooping down.

Rick was silent for a moment, the sound of fabric rustling implying he was searching for something. "Is it okay if I activate your human disguise? Everyone's already gonna freak the fuck out about you being kidnapped and tortured. Finding out you're an alien would probably give Jerry a heart attack." He paused after that, as if to add a correction to his last sentence but decided against it. "Not that I'm ashamed that you're an alien but like, you mentioned that you didn't want to reveal the truth so-"

"You can do it." D'zca mumbled with a weak attempt of a smile. Slender and strangely soft fingers brushed against the side of their neck before stopping.

"Did...did they fuckin' rip your threads out to re-do them?"

They froze at the question, lips parting to the painful they spent hours achieving. Blood crusted around and on their lips like a dry lipstick, the taste permanent on his tongue. Salty metal with an unnerving sweetness to it.

"I tore them."

"What? Why?"

"...to talk back."

Rick raised a brow, gently pressing to the spot on their neck that would activate the human disguise Rick had made months ago. "What did ya say, hun?"

"...that you made a fighter, not a bitch." D'zca muttered after opening and closing their mouth a couple of times. Their jaw was sore from grinding their teeth so much.

"Attaboy. Let's get you home, baby." The sound of the portal gun followed as well as the weightless feeling of being returned home. The garage; it's familiar smell and sights. The screwdriver that kept rolling back and forth on the desk, the assorted screws scattered on the floor, the blueprints crumpled up near the garbage can, the smell of rich metals and oil.

Home. It smelled like home.

Rick carefully laid them on the makeshift full bed that was made whenever D'zca was first brought here. The flannel sheets felt softer than a feather, cooing the oracle to sleep.

They reached out a sleepy hand towards his partner, tugging on his labcoat. The question was understood without words, Rick laying next to them. His face was the same as those bastards but it was...kinder. More smile lines, eyes that always carried softness to them until someone said or did something to make that go away.

"Just let me know if you need me to leave." He whispered. "I'll understand. You're safe either way. I've got you...and the garage's got you. So, two forces to be reckoned with."

D'zca managed a smile at that, eyes closing. Tired and sore, it was hard to resist sleep. The feeling of something warm being put around him- Rick's coat or blankets, he couldn't tell- and that was all. They frowned slightly, curling closer towards their partner.

A careful arm wrapped across the oracle's body, waiting for a moment. Then those thin fingers curled into D'zca's, squeezing his hand gently. Just that arm around them completed the feeling of being at home.

Rick always gave amazing hugs. Even if he was covered in something, those arms were always perfect. Warm, secure, and carrying the scent of chemicals and cheap cologne. It didn't take long for D'zca to fall asleep, breathing in the scent of home and Earth's oxygen.

#i think this is the most content and tws i've had to mention #oh boy-#tw violence mention #tw brainwashing mention #tw torture mention #tw mouth horror #tw blood mention #🧬; let's waste time...#self ship writing #jesus christ #self ship hurt/comfort #if you recognize this from my main.......no you don't <3 #what else do i tag fuck #also excuse any errors or any awkward phrasing this was written at 6 a.m. out of impulse #also i had a sub optimal day so obviously i need to write my self insert being in misery so i can describe rick comforting.#<- that was really fucking sad to write out holy shit i'm pathetic SHFHSHGHSH-#as strange as this sounds this was also kinda self indulgent #i've been out of the writing flow lately and brainrot over horror and angst (not exclusive to each other but can be)#so writing this was both a challenge and like. powering up the writer urges #so i might continue re-writing canon with pierce and maybe do shit with other f/os #wasn't there something i wanted to write up with arthur hastings??? idr.#ANYWAY I'M RAMBLING BECAUSE I'M IN A RAMBLE MOOD-

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y-rhywbeth2 · 22 days

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Some (in-game) people are going to be very disappointed in the Chosen of Bhaal ending:

Lord Enver Gortash: "Together we rule Faerûn as kings. No, more than kings - gods. We rule as the Absolute."

Nightwarden Minthara: "We believed we were all victims of the cult of the Absolute, but now we learn that one of us was an architect of this grand religious hoax. You helped to create this conspiracy. That means you may be the best person to help us control it, and the key to our victory."

Astarion: "You're going to sit nicely in my lap - perhaps naked - as I give orders to our nocturnal horde from my palace throne. Bhaal's army will be an unsurpassable dowry. I cannot wait for you to claim it."

Extra special shout out to Minthara, who wants a divorce if you reject Bhaal and the power he's offering. She's so fucking deluded, I love her.

Hang on guys, let me ask Daddy Dearest what he thinks about us (that is to say, me and him) sharing power with you. Considering that I just surrendered all say about the course of my life, and defiance will result in him immediately stripping me of all free will and reducing me to a feral wreck, so it's entirely up to him:

*When you level the world over, that dead world must be yours alone.*

Sceleritas Fel: "Of course [you can keep your lover], Master! We will always need to sire more Bhaalspawn! Although if they are not up to the task we may need to find you a breeding-mate. Or ten. Hopefully the near-slaughter of your partner taught them the wisdom of obeying your every command."

And interesting that Astarion talks about a dowry considering that the dialogue files describe the union of Bhaal and Durge as the "BloodWedding", and also your love interest is a "false bride".

Sceleritas Fel: "You and the Urge are wedded, now. One body, one mind."

Narrator: *Your darling would never agree to breed a spawn with you... The defiance begets death.*

Plus the stuff from BG2 where you should abandon all your companions and embrace Bhaal, and none of your mortal life matters...

Sorry guys, Dad says that I'm only to be committed to him as his self-insert and possibly worse, and that if you don't want to die then you have to be our obedient slaves and the surrogates for our murder children (alternatively referred to as "your" and "his" offspring in the narration). You have tadpoles in your brain, and we can seize control of them at any time: you have no say in this.

This is not going to end well for any of the overly ambitious villains involved in the alliance... Especially the ones who think they're the dominant half of this deal.

(I do love the horror of a good trainwreck narrative.)

I also find it fascinating that on some levels, the Chosen and Feral endings are much the same.

Durge: "My Urges are gone from me, as is any trace of Bhaal." Lord Enver Gortash: "I'm surprised Bhaal allowed you to slip away from his grasp. But this changes nothing. With me, you will have power greater than Bhaal could have given you, and you will bow to no master."

I like to think this translates to: "OH THANK FUCK."

#They have tadpoles in their brain: Durge controls the Netherbrain: This is going to go TERRIFICALLY #For Bhaal #and absolutely nobody else #And realistically I expect the other (higher levelled) Chosen and Gods in Faerûn will take Durge down within a few months tbh #Or at least keep them in check #So Bhaal will also lose eventually #babbling #/durge #edgelord hours

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rawrsatthetree · 1 month

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So I’ve had three play throughs so far where I’ve romanced Astarion. Two were Dark Urge and one was a vanilla Tav.

Since so many people can’t wrap their head around how anyone could possibly help Astarion Ascend so I want to run through my thought process of why my Dark Urge Tav’s did help him.

First I’ll start with Puk, my evil bard dark urge. I think of Puk as a dark urge that Orin should have stabbed harder.

He naturally falls back into who he always was, never resisting his killing urge and love of chaos. He’s a cruel, manipulative, power hungry, monster and he loves it. He’ll take any offer that equals more power, going so far to become half illithid. His evil nature is only encouraged by Minthara and Astarion. Puk knew as soon as he remembered his heritage that he wanted to reclaim his spot as Bhaal’s chosen having already re-earned his slayer form. Puk never thought twice about Astarion Ascending, more power for his little vampire meant more power for him. And if Astarion could make him immortal all the better. He doesn’t care how it will change Astarion, he’s always been a toy for Puk: a key to immortality and fine breeding stock for ascendant dhampire bhaalspawn. Puk doesn’t mind playing the submissive little consort either, at least until he takes control of the brain and makes his vampiric master nothing more than a thrall to sit at his feet while he becomes absolute in Bhaal’s name.

Next my other dark urge Ilona, they were my first play through. I’ll admit they started out as a self insert but I’ve replayed they’re run and fleshed them out to be their own character. Unlike Puk, Orin left Ilona’s head full of scrambled eggs. They barley remember how to be a person and start off with very little personality beyond their urge. As they gain companions and spend time around others slowly the urge is joined by a new person starting to form. As this new personality arises they start to become scared of the urge realizing how they’re companions react to them whenever they let the it take control. Especially after the Alfira incident they start to resist the urge and wanting to be free of it. Of course because they’re an excellent killer and their brain is easily manipulated goo, Astarion picks them as his protector. Ilona is completely defenseless against him easily falling for his honeyed words and attention. However as they grow closer they become completely codependent on each other. As they become more and more afraid of the urge they become more and more dependent on Astarion. He’s their protector just as much as they’re his. This only spirals out of control when they get to Baldurs Gate and learn of their past, they’re terrified. They start to feel hopeless in standing up to Bhaal becoming an unholy assassin and almost ready to except their fate to become their father’s chosen puppet. They’re so wrapped up in their past they’re not sure how they feel about Astarion ascending. It seems like what he wants to do and when he promises he needs that power to protect them both to keep them both safe forever, Ilona believes him. Plus it’s not like they can judge him what’s 7000 souls when they’ve killed countless innocents for less. They just don’t have the strength to deny him and risk loosing the one source of safety and comfort they have. They don’t mind becoming his spawn, between loosing their memory and the urge they don’t trust their own mind, better to let Astarion have it. Even if one day he compels them, it’s for the best if he does the thinking for them anyways. Deep down they know they deserve how he treats them. That and with the. daddy issues deeply rooted in their psyche from both Sarevok and Bhaal part of them loves it. They’re his little consort his beloved pet and he’s their master, their husband, and father. For better or for worse they feel they deserve each other.

My vanilla Tav is an Oath of Devotion Paladin. They were never really onboard with the whole Ascension thing. They love Astarion but they’re worried about what that kind of power will do to him. They do start to falter in act 3 after facing so many horrors they’re beginning to loose faith in their Oath and fearing the worst. Maybe it would be ok, he could use that power for good! To defeat the absolute and save the city, to save themselves. When he says he wants that power so they can be safe forever, for good; they almost make up their mind then and there to help him when the time comes. They steel their resolve to stand by him just like they promised however when they come face to face with his victims tied to the ritual, they break. Looking into Sebastian’s eyes, easily picturing themselves in that cell with him, they promise he will not die trapped in that cage and they mean it. Even if Astarion hates them, they can’t let him go through with the ritual if not to save him than to save those poor souls that fell for Astarion’s charm just as they had. And when Astarion smiles at them and tells them he loves them, they feel their faith and hope return.

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emptymasks · 7 months

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why does my tav look suspiciously like d from vampire hunter d? um... well i um well i. you see. it's called being incredibly picky and sensitive about character creation and not being able to make a tav in game that is a comfortable representation of yourself, and d's out there being peak gender goals and already looking like me so you just use him as your own self-insert and whoops now you ship them haha. i've commandeered d for my own nefarious purposes and no one can stop me.

also yes i chose to make d a little shorter than astarion. i can't actually find a canonical height for him in the books, he's just described as looking like a young man, so for my own headcannon (and because i'm not very tall) he's like 5'8.

i have thoughts about them under the cut

no but d's closed off emotionally but does experience emotions. and he's used to no one being accepting of half-vampires. astarion mistakes him for an elf at first, only realising he's not when he tries to bite him. getting worried and then calming down once he learns d isn't a full vampire. astarion continuing to flirt with him catches him off guard, he's not unused to people finding him beautiful but he isn't used to people being this interested, especially after learning he's a dhapmir. the feeling of not being accepted amongst vampires nor humans/elves is something they share. being on board with killing cazador, perhaps was already on a mission to kill him anyway. d is incredibly touch-starved. sometimes he doesn't want to be touched, needs quiet time, tries to show astarion it's okay to not want to be touched.

he turns down astarions suggestions of bedding him for the longest time as it is not something he indulges in… but perhaps… just this once… the few times people have tried to seduce him they've been vampires, so this, this is different, he feels as though he can trust astarion with this, with himself, and if the worst comes he knows he's stronger than astarion and can fend him off. but the more time passes, the more of himself he lets astarion see, the more they let each other see of themselves, d starts to share slivers of his past, he wants astarion to know he understands, and it… it's nice to have someone who doesn't judge him, not for what he is, but also not for what he's done. and the falling happens. and he's terrified. but so is astarion. and astarion is right that this… this feels nice. and he doesn't want to be selfish and let himself be with someone, have it interfere with his drive but he wants. and he fears that astarion will fear him, he has to confess what happens if he were to feed on a person, he urges that take hold of him, the vampire that rages inside of him. but astarion thinks, and says d can't let this full vampire that lurks control him.

and when they find cazador he convinces astarion not to ascend, that someone has to break the hold these vampires have, someone has to end the cycle of abuse and power. he could have killed cazador himself, but this is astarion's moment, and he's almost testing him, seeing if astarion is different from every vampire he's met. different from almost every vampire he's met. he thinks of meier, of his ability to find and feel love. and astarion resists, and he cries, and he kills cazador. and if he's willing, when he's more recovered, once the worms are out of their minds, they'll both become braver, both become able to voice things that they feel. and perhaps astarion will say he's proven himself a worthy ally, has he not? perhaps, since it's hard for d to give up hunting, well… perhaps they could hunt together.

#i need to practise kissing more often and just characters interacting and touching more often i wanna get better at it #also left hand creeps me out imagine he's not here. i'd much rather he be like a sort of familiar to d.#like i had the idea of him possessing a wolf rather than d's left hand and so d's just got this demon wolf who travels around with him #i think lefty would prefer getting his own body than being stuck to d all the time anyway. yes i just called him lefty.#astarion #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #fanart #myart #mine #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #vampire hunter d

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daze4all · 6 months

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OC/Reader Insert as a Subtle SAGAU Idea or just use Stelle (HSR)

Tartaglia x Childhood friend OC Ruyi/ Reader Series

Traveling Ms International

Born into Teyvat, and yet after an incident of falling into the abyss with your main character childhood friend you have flashes of past & future as if you knew this world before in another life….

Said childhood friend comes back to disrupt your peaceful life in Liyue and drags you around the world and other’s start to want you for your powers and just you. A subtler take on Sagau if it was oc insert.

Just a shameless way for reader to be captured in the arms of Genshin boys while forced on a world trip around Teyvat for each update ~

Rough Timeline/Title Idea/Drabbles

In the Snows Of Snezaya- Childhood Friend! Reader x Ajax

Liyue: Hostage! Reader x Childe during Osial Incident. Hey do remember me ?

Liyue: -Dust to Dust-Mistaken as Guizhong Reincarnation x Zhongli- While Ruin diving in Havria salt house.

Liyue Set on the Seas for Inazuma new mission To Tell the Truth – Tartaglia Oracle reader

Inazuma: Scaramouche Captures Reader for Leverage against Ajax whose sent to capture him

Sumeru: Sees vision of Scaramouche as God & his past leading him to call you his first follower and my priestess.

Fontaine: Prophetess can you help undo the Prophecy? Neuvalette or wrio idk

Synopsis:

A subtler take on sagau. Oc/reader insert born the oracle but not knowing and yet characters have the urge to hunt her down to be stolen or saved.

Basically, reader knows as much about teyvat through visions and dream as we do which would be weird for a teyvat npc but not us as the viewers.

Based a Bit on Ruyi OC

Or for a Crack thought: A SAGAU take using Stelle from Honkai Star Rail.

A Fallen Star Series: Stelle is not sure who she is, but she is pretty sure she is not this promoridal creator everyone on this new planet, Teyvat thinks she is.

AKA Stelle’s MC ability to read flavor text and see cutscenes (jazzily self-named Star sight & star touch) that allows her to see connections to other planets, as well as the past and future sight of the world leads to her being mistaken as the primordial creator of Teyvat.

Also, Stelle is such chaotic trash raccoon to throw into Teyvat

Stelle dealing with awkward situations on Teyvat “um no I’m not your God” while posseisng unknown path powers would be funny while everyone is haywire on the astral express train trying to find where she fell off the train

AKA Where else does the crazy flavor text from honkai star rail come from? And I wish Teyvat had some..

A crack take on the Sagau trope because I kind of hate it and love it at the same time

Sagau is a convenient vehicle to pair up a random reader or oc genshin character around teyvat or has that hard on to kill them cuz love=killing right?

To see if any of these ideas are worth pursuing or posting or just letting it die in the tumblr trash can

#hsr mc #stelle hsr #stelle honkai star rail #honkai star rail #genshin impact oc #Genshin impact x honkai star rail corssover #genshin sagau #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact zhongli #honkai star rail x reader #sagau x reader

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newtabfics · 7 months

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Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist

Key Guide for the stories! 🔞 = nsft 🧿= nc/dubcon 🌶️= spicy (may not get fully into it basically) 🌸= sfw content (this is a catch all for just in general things that are pretty safe) ✍🏻 = full fic 🗡️ = dark fic (could be yandere, could involve death. varies. read tags) 🏮 = monster stories 🍃 = intoxication 📖 = series in works 📕 = completed series

Astarion x Y/N (Drinking during climax)🔞🌶️

Astarion x Y/N (first time)🔞🌶️

Astarion x tabby (self-insert)(the camp blood drinking scene)🌶️

I Didn't Mean To Drop A Building On You: Tav x Astarion Scenario🌸

The Dark Urge: The Quest Begins🗡️

Kissing Astarion's Scars Until He Nuts lmao🔞🌶️

Gale Likes Corsets🌶️

Run. Rabbit, Run. Astarion x Tav Fic 🔞🌶️🗡️✍🏻

Cockwarming Astarion 🔞🌶️

Astarion takes too much too fast🔞🌶️

Gale x Tiefling!Y/N Tail Pulling🔞🌶️

Astarion Goes Feral Over Tav Getting Hurt🗡️

Astarion x Tav Spicy Prompt Dialogue 1🌶️

Gale x Tiefling Y/N with Freckles🌶️🔞

Gale Receives Some Good Cock Worship🔞🌶️

Wyll x Tiefling!Tav Power Play🌶️🔞

Astarion x Tiefling!Virgin!Tav🔞🌶️

The First Time Astarion Let You Hold Him🌶️🌸

PostGame!GalexTav Finally Going All Out🌶️🔞

Astarion Gets Drunk And Gets Angsty🍃🌸

Tav x Kar'Niss Breeding Kink🏮🌶️

In Understanding: Astarion smokes weed with Y/N and opens up a bit🌸🍃✍🏻

Gale sees Tav's Corset for the first time(I misread the assignment)🌸

Astarion Gets Horny on Tiefling!FR Blood🌶️🔞

Halsin x Tiny!FR Just…He's just destroying that woman🔞🌶️🏮

Halsin x Tav SDP: 18🔞🌶️

Astarion x Tav EATING DISORDER COMFORT✍🏻🗡️

Gale Holding Down Partner Thoughts🔞🌶️

Not Like I Did Yesterday: Astarion x Tav🔞🌶️✍🏻

Afki Saves The Party: Durge!OC✍🏻🗡️

Halsin x Astarion: Recognizing the Signs Ficlet🌸

Astarion x Xilfina: Learning Her Body🔞🌶️

#masterlist #bg3 masterlist #baldurs gate 3 masterlist

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the-nightshade-crypt · 5 months

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My personal favorite headcanon for Nerdy Prudes Must Die (spoilers, obviously) (I start off with a shit ton of just the actual story before the theory, I'm bisexual and autistic, I'm hyperfixated as fuck and these two are so cute, leave me alone /lh)

Max is obviously in love with Grace. Even if he frames it as just wanting to take her chastity, it's clear that he loves her. I mean, firstly, he defends her from bullying despite her being the nerdiest prude. Max himself says to Pete that nobody is a loser until he says they are, so if Max says Grace isn't one, then she wouldn't be. When she comes over to him in their first scene he asks so fucking sweetly to carry her books, like, batting his eyelashes and such a sweet voice. And when she declines he resorts to his mean bully self.

Grace very clearly does not love Max back. Despite her sexual fantasies, and even the lyric "I think im loving you more than I should" in Dirty Girl, she doesn't love him. Cause that's all they are, fantasies. In Dirty Girl she makes it very clear, with her saying multiple times "I don't/won't care about you". And its clear she doesnt want him to like her either, since her fantasy Max specifically asks her to "love me like you dont care." Showing that she really just wants him so she can give in to her temptations. She only sees him with lust, a symbol of her "sinful" desires. A symbol she wants to get rid of by any means to stay pure.

When Max decides to kill Steph first, he screams "you fucking Judas", which causes Grace to show up and shout "So you do know the Bible!" She then follows that up with "I used to have a crush on another guy who rose from the grave. But Jesus never threw a football like you max!" Despite her saying "crush" I fully believe she didn't mean it that way. She just needed to get him on board with her plan, and she knows how he feels about her.

She finally gets him to leave Steph and Pete alone and they have sex. When she comes back, she's smoking a cigarette and states "I needed that." Max comes out from behind the the wall and gets on his stomach, kicking his fucking feet like a tween girl writing self insert fanfiction, and says "Hey, uh, Grace? Where you going? Don't you wanna cuddle a little bit?" This line alone proves to me that he's in love with her. Compared to someone like Ted Spankoffski, who would never do something as romantic as cuddling after sex (at least not with anyone besides the girl he loves), it's obvious that Max has real feelings...

Only for Grace to say "Oh Max. I just gave you a gift. A very special gift. In fact, I just gave you what I cherish most. My chastity." Not only did she successfully fulfill what the Lord's in Black demanded, though we all know they didn't like that Pete or Steph didn't die, she also got what she wanted... to give into her sinful sexual urges.

With Max screaming that it was worth it, and him gone into the black and white, Grace becomes almost addicted to the power of the Black Book. The end of the musical is her taking over Max's role to kill the people she deems deserve it, in her case, perverts.

Now, my actual theory is that since Grace is directly connected with the Lord's In Black, she can freely go to the black and white, similar to how Miss Holloway seems to be able to. With Max in the Black and white... I like to think he's still actively pining for her. Whenever she visits to talk with the Lord's he's just kinda watching and trying to flirt with her and she's just completely over it. It gets to the point where even the Lord's are irritated. But slowly Grace starts to find his flirting charming. Realizing that since she is working for the Lord's in Black, effectively denouncing her Christianity, there's nothing stopping her from finding someone attractive, or wanting to be with someone. Their relationship at this point might stay as mostly sexual, but she is falling in love.

Maybe she makes a deal with the Lord's to bring him back to life, or maybe she's into fucking ghosts and just asks for that idk but the point is... I like thinking that with her doing the Lord's in Black's bidding, she can see max and actually get to know and fall in love with him.

I just really love the idea of Max being a lovesick himbo babygirl, only for Grace to reject him and be an asshole. But Max is a hopeless romantic who finds it hot that Grace is mean to him and he doesnt take it to heart. He's desperate for a positive relationship, seeing that he says his dad calls him a cuck and is very clearly emotionally/verbally abusive at best, and it kinda seems like Grace wants to be adored by someone, the same way Linda Monroe does.

They are in love your honor

#nerdy prudes must die #nerdy prudes spoilers #i will not stop posting npmd #npmd spoilers #nerdy prudes theories #nerdy prudes must die headcanon #i have npmd brain rot #grace and max have me in a choke hold and i am letting them #max is babygirl #max is so babygirl #max jagerman #grace chasity #grace my beloved #max my beloved #i will die for them #also the way max says skeleton as skele'on has me sobbing crying shaking screaming dying #starkid

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vividachromatic · 4 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.

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"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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tea-and-finalfantasy · 4 months

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bi-han adopting a child and having to come to terms with how he's treated tomas (p1)

tips, shop, writing comms

maybe he happens upon an orphaned child and the child gravitates towards him, marveling at his cryomancy with such innocent joy--something bi-han himself hadn't experienced in a long time, both in regards to general wonder and joy and the appreciation of his powers outside of violence

he remembers when they three were children and bi-han would make shapes with the ice for them, as if resizing a snowflake to better see the details, or give them ground to slide around on

there'd scarcely been time for that once bi-han was old enough to train it as a skill, more for employment than enjoyment, and beyond the flashes of kuai liang using his pyromancy for dance, to light himself up in a dark room and they'd trace the afterimages of his jumps and kicks with their eyes (he finally old enough to use his powers outside of battle and not injure anyone doing so),

beyond tomas showing off what he'd learned for magic, disappearing and reappearing behind them just to snake his arms around them and bury his face affectionately into the back of their necks,

there'd be no time for anything but the defense of earthrealm (whenever that time would actually come), no time for anything but waiting, training, and tradition

and in his anger over that, in his actions and intentions both justified and unjustified, he lashed out at his brothers, specifically telling tomas he was not truly lin kuei

it's not as if he'd never cared for tomas (just as it's not as if tomas had never cared for bi-han) but in bi-han's mind, for tomas to prioritize something bi-han thought was suffocating was like getting spat at, being told your perception of what you've experienced wasn't bad enough to turn your back on it

he wouldn't put up with kuai liang's support of it either but for tomas--someone who had the choice to involve himself in the lin kuei's mission instead of having it forced upon him--to try and lecture bi-han meant bi-han would easily remind him of his place, intending to tell him it wasn't his business to disapprove of bi-han's criticism--

not to imply he wasn't truly their brother

so it feels wrong to now take this child as his own, without having admitted and explained that mistake to tomas, but making amends begins as the universe wills it, not just when one feels ready for it

or, if it's your personal hc + OC or self-insert, this happens between him and his partner. either one finds the child and both try to provide them with whatever they need but when their parents cannot be found or are revealed to have passed, they have no choice but to continue caring for the child--despite bi-han's uncomfortable, awkward protestations

"we cannot care for every orphan who crosses our path" despite the fact that, given the lin kuei's wealth, numbers, and land ownership at this time, they very much could,

despite the fact that this is the first instance of it ever occurring and that the lin kuei is not stalled by the appearance of one child,

despite the fact that there are enough people within the lin kuei who could and would share responsibility for this child--every elder medic without children, every young trainer still considering it--

that the responsibility would not solely--or even remotely--fall to bi-han

but he feels it does anyways because in his mind, taking tomas in was one of his father's few acceptable decisions

because he wants this child separated from violence and crushing responsibility and hardship and the best way to do that is to keep track of that himself

because seeing his partner so friendly and bright and... silly even, inventing games and marveling at simple joys, like the resilient grass stretching through the snow, and having adult conversation with someone unable to follow, continuing on as if a mutual understanding is occurring,

sparks in bi-han this urge for domesticity, however fleeting, that he'd never properly realized around his father (kind but too involved in the well-being of others, never properly taking time for himself, that overly self-sacrificial nature poisoning his children)

or his mother (who he preferred for her sharp tongue and guiltless pleasures but felt distanced from in that inability to understand his own desires and do as he pleased, in that she loved her food, her drink, her midnight walks, and indulged so joyously, indulged in a way that made others recognize her humor and personality--whereas he takes and takes and remains bitter about it)

domesticity he seeks in conjunction with his other desires, where he realizes he doesn't have to choose one and let the other wither,

domesticity he realizes begins with mending the previous connections he'd cast away

#personal hcs in here so if u dont agree just dont read lol! like if it's not ur hc ignore it #bi-han #mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #tomas vrbada #kuai liang #lin kuei

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4am-enha · 2 years

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Enhypen when: you’re not feeling well.

General description: Some small, short imagine scenarios of how each member would react/treat you when you’re sick or just not feeling good.

- Includes every member. Each are different scenarios.

- Includes the love languages: Physical touch, acts of service, words of affirmation, quality time, gift giving. yayyy! :D

- Self insert/(y/n). Wrote with fem reader in mind, honestly it could be any though. We don’t discriminate round ‘ere.🤝 Enhypen x reader.

- Genre: Fluff!! No sexual scenes!

Warnings: mentions of emotional overwhelm, throw up, cuts/blood, knife and needles, blacking out, alcohol, medication, swearing.

!!This is purely an imagine for entertainment and should not be taken seriously, nor does it have anything to actually do with the real members of Enhypen thank you!!

Jungwon

You’re cuddled up on the couch watching a movie together. You’re both giggling and having a great time enjoying each other’s familiar feeling of company when all of a sudden you start to feel really exhausted. Jungwon holds you even closer to him as he notices your energy drop, assuming you’re just getting sleepy- and that’s what you had thought too.

“Hey, why are you so warm?” Jungwon blurts with a concerned tone, turning his head to look at you.

“What do you mean?” you mumble, not really focused on what he’s talking about, eyes still on the movie.

Jungwon lets go of you and sits you upright. You groan because you were comfortable, and now you’re not. He places the back of his hand on your forehead, which seems to bring him even more concern. His eyes widen and shimmer just like a worried cats eyes would.

“You’re burning up like crazy! I hope you didn’t catch a cold. Have you been dressing warm like I’ve been telling you to? The weather is getting really cold these days.”

He holds you tight again, feeling the body heat radiating off of you onto his own, as if he was confirming his thoughts.

“I really think you need to rest, let’s go lay down.”

He goes to pull you off the couch in an urge but you resist, leaving Jungwon with a suprised expression.

“I want to keep watching this…” you whine slightly, pointing to the TV. “There’s no TV in the other room.”

Jungwon bends down and cups your very warm, flushed face and tilts his head with a smile. He pinches your cheek.

“I’ll pull it up on my phone and we can watch it together in the other room okay? I promise.”

You make eye contact with him finally, and his pleading, gleaming eyes were just too persuading and sweet for you to deny him.

You nod and take his offer, following him to bed hand in hand. He tucks you in ever so gently and then rushes into the bathroom. “Don’t worry angel I’ll be right back!” When he returns, he holds a thermometer in his hands. He places it up close to you and pouts slightly.

“I thought so. You’re sick! You have a fever my love. I’m so sorry! You must be feeling awful right now.”

Jungwon had a genuine look of worry and sympathy on his face. He hated when you had to go through things alone, he felt helpless, but that didn’t stop him doing everything in his power to help you feel better. Even if it was just the small things.

Just as he promised, he loaded up the same exact movie from earlier onto his phone screen and held it up for you to see properly. He couldn’t see it at all and his arm started to fall asleep, but he didn’t need to tell you that. It didn’t matter to him in this moment. It wasn’t important, you were.

He snuggled up next to you, brushing the stray hair strands away from your face with his free hand when he realised you had already fallen asleep from exhaustion. He smiled in awe and sweetly placed a kiss on your heated face ever so softly, in caution to avoid waking you.

He pulled back the cover from you slightly so that you wouldn’t overheat as you slept. He eventually turned the lights off and decided to stick by you, holding your hand, humming a song softly. It was peaceful.

“Rest up my angel.”

Heeseung

Ready? Set, GO!

The racing game that Heeseung had turned on had began and he was not going easy on you. This man was very competitive when it came to video games, and you knew that. Usually, you’d just watch him play, but today he wanted you to join him. Actually, he practically begged- and you didn’t have it in you to reject him. Besides, it was just a fun little game.

So why were you feeling so frustrated when you knew you’d be lacking in skill? You knew it wasn’t that serious, and Heeseung didn’t care that you were awful at games, but today you felt embarrassed. You desperately wanted to do good today and impress Heeseung, but it just wasn’t happening, and for some reason that made you feel upset.

This is why you didn’t play with Heeseung and his friends- because you were anxious that they would all judge you, or laugh at how bad you were. You didn’t want Heeseungs friends laughing about how bad his girlfriend was at gaming. You especially didn’t want to play team games, because then you felt like you were making everyone mad and bringing the team down. Nobody would want you on their team because then they would lose.

You kept crashing the car into the side of things, accidentally turning the wrong way, losing control. You got so overwhelmed with frustration, you started to reach a impulsive breaking point.

“Beb, you’re driving the wrong way!” Heeseung announced with a small giggle after glancing at your side of the screen.

“I know, I’m sorry!” You yelled angrily, feeling overwhelmed, avoiding Heeseungs gaze.

This had never happened before, so it really shocked Heeseung. He wasn’t quite sure what had just happened. Had he done something wrong?

He paused the match.

“Why are you sorry-?”

And then you burst into tears.

“Oh no! What’s wrong?” Heeseung grabbed you, hugging you tight, swaying you slightly.

“I don’t know. I just want to be good at it.”

Heeseung smiled to himself. He found it adorable at how determined you sounded, but he knew if you caught him smiling you’d interpret it the wrong way and it would only make it worse- so he wiped your tears with his thumb gently.

“I can tell that you’re feeling a bit overwhelmed today. Don’t worry about it so much! You know I don’t mind if you’re good or not. I just enjoy playing with you.”

He smiled and patted your head and signaled for you to continue playing with him. He unpaused the game, and began his plan to let you win this round. It wasn’t easy trying to stay far behind you. Somehow, you never noticed how deliberate it was.

“YAY! YOU WON!” He cheered and grabbed your hands, holding them high in the air like a champion.

You smiled wide and it was contagious to Heeseung. He was relieved it had comforted you a bit, but he wanted to make sure you felt like a winner all day.

“I say we go for a drive, pick up your favorite take out, and then look at all the Christmas lights. What do you think?”

“Really?” you asked.

“Of course, you’re a champion now, you need your prize.”

You nodded excitedly and you were about to rush away to go get ready to leave the house, when Heeseung pulled you into a tight hug.

“I love you, please don’t forget that.” he muffled as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

It was as if you had never even been feeling upset in the first place.

Jay

(big tw for my emetophobia babies, this was hard for me to write without gagging😭)

It was such an elegant date night that Jay had been planning for months. The night consisted of a 5 star, fancy restaurant. The menu was expensive, but Jay couldn’t put a price on you, so it was no bother to him. You were priceless, and you deserved everything.

You had decided to go for the seafood option, whilst Jay had chosen the steak. The food and the smooth tasting wine complimented each other quite well, and the image of the glimmering Jay in front of you made the whole night special.

The food tasted good, but you couldn’t help but feel as if it was a lot more chewy than you expected it to be. You kept it to yourself though, there was no need to complain right now.

Both you and Jay had been drinking a little, so you walked home instead of driving. It wasn’t that cold outside yet, it was tolerable. It was a long walk, but Jay called it a “digestion walk” which he liked to do after big meals.

The walk should have been refreshing, however, your stomach had been cramping up for quite some time now and though you had been trying to keep it low key in hopes not to ruin the mood- the pain only got worse.

You finally hunched over a bit and groaned, being in a very vulnerable state.

“Oh, are you not feeling well?” Jay was a bit alarmed.

You couldn’t get yourself to respond, because you felt that if you opened your mouth you’d immediately barf. Jay quickly understood and picked you up in a hurry, carrying you the whole way home. Silently praying you wouldn’t throw up on him.

When you both arrived home, Jay rushed you to the bathroom. You barely made it in, throwing up and sweating from the pain. He collected your hair into a small bunch in his hands and held it away from your face as you continued to vomit. He rubbed your back in support, and continuously whispered “You’re okay” in a comforting tone beside you.

After you had finished projectile vomiting into the toilet, Jay looked you over and noticed your shirt soaked in your own throw up.

“Here, lets get you sorted shall we?”

He helped take your shirt off and replaced it with his own shirt. He smiled at how oversized it was on you, covering you almost to your knees.

“I’m sorry for ruining tonight.” You said with a guilty feeling, looking at your own feet, head hung in shame.

He lifted your chin up gently with his finger and looked at you for a moment.

“Don’t be sorry for something that wasn’t your fault my darling. I’m guessing you have food poisoning from the meal earlier.”

You shrugged, unsure of what just really happened- still processing it all.

“So much for a 5 star restaurant huh. I might be a little Karen and complain on Yelp.”

He brought you into a tight hug and kissed the top of your head as you laughed at his comment.

“My precious girl.”

The pain had been a scary moment for you, but you found it hard to feel anxious when Jay made you feel so safe and comfortable.

Jake

This morning you had woken up with a sore throat and you found yourself constantly sniffling. You didn’t have a fever, but you also didn’t have much energy to do much today. You felt weak and you were angry at yourself for taking breathing clearly for granted once again. Jake had already left for work, so it was just you today. You decided to give him a call.

“Hey love, what’s up?” Jakes voiced beamed through the phone like a ray of sunshine. Just Jakes voice alone could make you feel energized and positive again. It was a super power of his.

“I think I have a cold, I woke up sick, but I don’t have a fever- it’s nothing serious. I don’t think I’ll be able to get much done today though-” you mentioned calmly.

“You being sick is serious baby! Don’t you dare do anything. Wait for me, it’s not too much longer until my lunch break. I’ll come see you. I love you.”

And so you let him get back to work as you wrapped yourself up again in your sheets, feeling slight chills from the illness.

Hours had passed when you were awoken by a loud, abrupt banging coming through the door of the apartment. It was followed by a ton of rustling. You knew it was Jake, but you were curious as to why he was making that much noise.

“Drum roll please!” Jake yells through the bedroom door.

You scoff with a smile and play along, doing a fake drum roll on the bed side table. Jake then barges in, hands full of bags, a big teddy bear, and flowers. He had possibly the widest, cheesiest smile you had ever seen on his face. You could tell he was proud.

“What’s all this?” You exclaim in surprise.

As you looked through all the bags, you noticed Jake had gone and bought a pile of your favorite things. From your favorite candy, to your favorite artists album, to… ingredients?

“Oh, those are for me.” Jake grabbed the ingredients and winked at you. “I’ll be right back!” and he headed to the kitchen.

As you admired the flowers, you could smell your favorite dish being cooked by Jake in the kitchen. You instantly felt so much better than you had been.

Jake was irreplaceable. He was truly one of a kind. He was your reminder of the goodness in the world, and that kind people still existed in a modern cruel society.

If there was hope in humanity, it was Jake.

Jake later arrived back in the room with your meal and Layla following behind him.

“Comfort mom whilst I’m away okay Layla?” He motioned for Layla to get up on the bed.

“Thank you so much. You didn’t have to do all this Jake.”

“Don’t thank me, now open up.” He gives you your medication, smiles at you, and kisses your cheek.

“Layla, don’t let her get up. I’m in charge today.” Jake winked.

He gave you one final kiss and finally, he promised to return home again from work soon.

Sunghoon

Sunghoon’s phone crashing on the floor was the very least of his concerns today. In fact, it had crashed on the floor behind him, being completely abandoned as he rushed to the hospital. The only thing on his mind right now was you. You were his only priority. He couldn’t waste a single second.

Sunghoon had received a voice mail alerting him that you had checked into the emergency room not too long ago. His heart sank to the floor. He felt his whole body succumb in anxiety. His thoughts were racing, almost as fast as he currently was to you.

He was given no details, so his mind had plenty of room for overthinking.

His breath began to run short as he slammed his way through the hospital entrance, causing a big scene. He demanded your location immediately, leaving the nurses behind in bewilderment. He didn’t stop to take a breath until he finally appeared in front of you, glistening in sweat.

“What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt? What’s wrong-”

The questions came flooding in all at once, and you weren’t even expecting him to be here right now, so to say it took you by surprise was an understatement. It hit you that he must’ve heard you were here, and not why you were here. You started to giggle.

“Why are you laughing…” Sunghoon looked completely and utterly lost.

You stretched your arms out toward him, revealing your bandaged hands.

“I just got a cut, I’m okay silly.”

“How did you do that?”

“I was cutting vegetables for dinner and I got too confident. The knife slipped me unfortunately.”

Sunghoon caught his breath,

“Oh my darling you’re so clumsy sometimes. You have to be more careful.”

Sunghoon gently held your hurting hands and looked into your eyes with sympathy.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“Mhm.” You shortly answered, looking to the floor, “They’re getting ready to give me stitches.”

Sunghoon tried to meet your eyes with his own again, but you kept avoiding.

“You’ll be okay, I’ll be right here. I’m here now. It’ll be over sooner than you think.”

Sunghoon wanted to distract you from the pain and the worry you were holding. He desperately wanted to comfort you.

“Shall I sing to you?” He knew you loved his singing. You asked for him to sing every time you were upset.

“Please” you exclaimed enthusiastically, meeting his eyes again, making him laugh.

And so Sunghoon began to sing the words to your favorite song. You would never get over the feeling of comfort it brought you every. single. time. It was forever unmatched. His singing reminded you of the exact feeling you felt every time he sang this song to you when you needed him most. It was a constant loop of reassurance. You never took it for granted.

He ran his warm fingers through your hair as he sang, resting your head on his shoulder. If you could die like this, you’d be happy to. You never wanted this to end. You closed your eyes as you listened, it was so easy to leave reality this way.

The doctors arrived at the scene and watched in awe for a moment before announcing their presence. As they began their minor procedure, you couldn’t look. The needles made you feel sick to look at, so you kept your eyes on Sunghoon across the room.

He was just standing there.

He was there, just like he said he would be.

Sunoo

Girls night had been a bit too successful. College had been stressing you out, so you decided to let loose for a night with some friends. You didn’t waste this opportunity at all- you partied hard, and you got absolutely wasted.

You stumbled through your front door, startling Sunoo who had accidentally fell asleep on the couch waiting for you to get home safely.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Sunoo questioned you.

“ABSOLUTELY” you enthusiastically exclaimed, quite loudly.

“Tsk, you reek of alcohol. How much did you end up drinking?” Sunoo nagged.

“I’m so sober dawg” you replied.

“Yeah, okay.” Sunoo rolled his eyes and giggled.

You started swaying side to side, closing your eyes and almost tipping over.

“Did you just almost black out?”

You didn’t answer, instead you stared at him in a daze. That was enough to tell Sunoo you were drunk out of your mind.

“Let’s get you sorted.” Sunoo guided you to the bathroom where he made you sit up on the sink ledge as he grabbed a makeup wipe. He gently began removing your makeup, careful not to hurt you in any way. You watched him lovingly. You felt like a doll, you just let him do what he was doing.

“Here, careful it’s hot.” Sunoo placed a warm wet rag against your face to soak your face, and he followed up with facial wash. He splashed some water on your face, avoiding accidentally drowning you.

The water started to sober you up a little, and your energy level dropped immensely.

“Don’t fall asleep yet sunshine, we’re almost done I promise.”

Sunoo began your whole skin care routine for you. He knew all the little things about you and how you liked to do things, so it was easy for him to take care of you when you struggled to take care of yourself. If it wasn’t for Sunoo, your skin would have broken out badly.

He squeezed toothpaste onto your tooth brush and ran it under the water.

“Open up.”

You did as you were told and he quite literally brushed your teeth for you. You continued to stare at him with doe eyes as he focused on looking after you.

He removed the clips from your hair and brushed the tangles out that had been made from excessive dancing. He braided your hair into two little plaits so that it was easier to keep your hair out of your face as you slept. He knew that would make you more comfortable.

Sunoo left for a moment to grab the fluffiest pajamas you owned. He supported you upwards as you changed into them. Then, he helped you to bed.

You waited patiently as Sunoo grabbed you a glass of icy cold water.

“Careful not to spill it on yourself okay?” He watched as you drank it.

After you handed him the empty glass, you flopped backwards onto your pillows and soon swiftly fell into deep sleep. Sunoo watched over you for a moment.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself my sunshine, you deserve happiness.” he whispered.

You were so lucky to have him.

Niki

Today was just not your day at all. You had been making constant trips back and forth from the bathroom- and not to throw up, but to, you know. Your stomach felt like it was ripping not only just your insides in half, but your dignity too. You felt disgusting.

The worst part about this? Niki was fully aware what had been happening all day, because he had to help fetch you a toilet paper replacement earlier on. You were so embarrassed.

You sat on the edge of your bed, dangling your feet about and staring into nothing. There was no point getting comfy in bed, because you knew you’d probably have to just get back up again soon after. You felt defeated.

Niki entered the room and noticed you sitting, looking quite glum.

“How is it?”

“What does it look like?” you snapped back to his obvious question.

He tried to hold back a smile at your moody attitude, but he quickly lost that battle.

“ITS NOT FUNNY!” you yelled at him, laying backwards and covering your face with the palms of your hands.

Niki sat down beside you and leaned over, trying to remove a few fingers from covering your face, but it was no use.

“Come on, don’t be upset.” He pouted slightly.

You turned around, completely avoiding his direction.

Niki started searching around for something, and though you were curious as to what he was doing behind you, you were stubborn and absolutely refused to look at him right now. You wished you could just shrivel up and disappear- this was so embarrassing.

Niki grabbed the plushies spread across the pillows and the bed and grouped them up beside him in the space between the two of you. He picked one up and held it beside your face. He began to make it talk.

"Don't be embarrassed, it's human."

You scoffed and continued to say nothing. Was that supposed to make you feel any better?

Niki kept on with the plushie.

"Hey shitty pants, I'm talking to you here."

That was enough to make you finally turn back to him, smacking him harshly on the arm.

“HEY” you threatened.

Niki simply smiled and brought the plushie back up to your face. He continued to make it talk.

“Don’t hit Niki it was me! Not him!” he moved the yellow stuffed creature around like it was fretting.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“Now repeat what I say. It’s perfectly okay that I’m going through this.” The creature said.

You stared at him with an unamused expression.

“Go on.. what’s his name again?” Niki whispered.

“Quacky.”

“Go on, Mr Quacky told you to.” Niki told you with a smile.

You rolled your eyes again.

“I have nothing to be embarrassed about.” Mr Quacky said, hoping you would repeat it.

You finally decided to just go along with it. Niki wasn’t going to give up anytime soon anyway.

You started repeating the silly things the plushie said, and eventually you started to laugh at how stupid it all was. What was Niki even doing right now? The more you interacted, the more you started to forget how embarrassed you had been feeling.

How could you be embarrassed around Niki?

Niki put the plushie down and tackled you, tickling you and holding you close- a huge smile left plastered on your face.

“That’s better.” he muttered.

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note: thank you if you read this! i hope you enjoyed it. i had a hard time writing it because i literally wrote three whole scenarios and then accidentally deleted my draft so i had to rewrite a bunch. reminder to constantly save as you write! 😭 anyway, this is my first time writing on here so if there’s mistakes or anything i’m sorry. let me know what you guys think, i’m open to suggestions. do you want more stuff like this? you can leave asks on my main - @4amj3zz !! which one of these scenarios was your favorite? :)

muah. xox

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arisunakayama · 1 year

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Oh! I’ve seen this on another blog and I thought it would be interesting to your take on it. Tricky the Clown x Mime Reader. You know the whole ‘clowns and mimes are opposites of each other’ trope/thing? Well opposites attract!

Mime Reader having the ability to make their actions they mimed into reality? Would go well with a certain reality wrapping clown.

Plus the thought of mime reader catching Tricky with ‘rope’ and Tricky being confused is amusing.

Tricky X Mime!Reader

First off, anyone who’s seen you has either thought you were odd, interesting or scary.

And it only amplified when you were able to mime the actions into reality.

Oh there wasn’t a wall here before. Well there is one now— wait don’t run! You’re going to hit—… ouch…

It freaked everyone out honestly, thinking that you were just like the clown himself with the Improbability Drive only to find out that

You didn’t have an Improbability Drive

You couldn’t care less about the so called clown everyone has been mentioning

You genuinely do want to impress and don’t really mean any harm to the rest of the grunts.

It honestly threw everyone off a little, but nonetheless a lot of grunts were very relieved and thankful that someone like you had no intention of killing unless necessary.

You’ve done it before as self defense

*insert goofy meme as you hand sign it* “I’ll fucking do it again.”

But apparently Tricky had caught wind of your existence

At first, he was only focused on that fact that you were a mime. Not speaking and only doing little every daily movements while amusing the little crowd around you.

But due to the incessant urge to kill everything just for fun, he did try to kill you and that crowd by lunging at you full speed with a loud scratchy laugh

While the crowd screamed and scrambled to get away, you shook your head no, telling him to stop after making it look like you were placing your hands on a thick glass wall.

And fortunately for you there was one. But very unfortunate for Tricky as he smashed his face straight into the invisible glass wall

He looked up at you in confusion, well more or less what he had just hit to see that nothing was there

It pissed him off a little not gonna lie. But at the same time he was amused.

Tricky ended up trying to kill a random grunt that ended up being frozen in fear only to be stopped by an invisible tug while his hands and arms were stuck to his side.

It felt like rope had just wrapped around him

Well that’s because there was one. An invisible one with you being the one who threw the damn thing at him to stop him from killing that poor grunt.

Tricky just sat there with pure confusion on his face.

Literally he’s that meme of the woman looking confused with the math formulas all around her.

He does through a hissy fit once he comes back to reality. Struggling against the invisible ropes while you shook your head at him.

The red static filled your vision with the red letters saying “CHEATER!!!”

You look at him with confusion only to sign to him “I didn’t cheat, I’ve always had this sort of power. If anything you’re the one cheating because you have the Improb Drive.”

The crowd that was watching you ends up coming back, watching the interaction between the two of you.

Amused by the bickering of two performers that argued like children.

But after a while, after the incident, Tricky did end up growing attached to you. Amused at your tricks and antics

There was a time the two of you did mess with Hank and the other two.

The confusion and shock on their face when they didn’t know what was happening when you messed around with them

“Where the fuck did this wall come from?!”

“AYE Why can’t I move?!!”

“Hey guys!! A little fucking help?? I can’t get down from whatever I’m hanging from!!”

Nonetheless the three of them LOATHED you while Tricky loved you for making him laugh so hard.

You’re BFFs now, there’s no escaping from clown

#madness combat x reader #madcom x reader #madness tricky x reader #tricky x reader

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lemon-muncher · 2 years

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Can i have a Rin x male!reader, with tags somnophilia(he wakes up mid s*x huhu), overstimulaion, orgasm denial? ALSO PLS BRING IN RIN'S CUTE TAIL and FANGS >=<

That horny motherfucker would love this XD

When you first entered True Cross Academy, you were pleasently surprised to find that both of the Okumura brothers were accepted in. You had lived in the same neighborhood as the ministry allowing you to see them regularly. Within that time, you recognized Rin's blossoming feelings for you. He was oblivious to his own feelings so it was up to you to court him.

When you saw your tail bound boyfriend attending classes at True Cross you were more than excited. You would be able to spend quality time with him before, during and after classes. He took it upon himself to make you meals throughout the day since he was sometimes busy his exorcism courses. And after a long day of work, you two would decide whose room to rest in. You'd cuddle up against each other, his tail would hold you close.

On rare occasions, the two of you would rarely see each other. There'd be no meals given to you, no time to cuddle, and definitely no time to be intimate with each other. Rin would get his sexual frustration out through his training to be an exorcist. You on the other hand were not as easily satisfied. You required sex....straight up sex. It didn't have to be kinky or anything, but you needed to have some form sexual interaction. That's what lead you to now.

Due to Rin's demonic urges, sex between the two of you was definitely different. It was rough and passionate and especially lasted more than one round. His own body physique played a role since it was strong yet sensitive. His nails would make up your back creating pretty ribbons of raw skin. His teeth would puncture holes into whatever you've decided to shove in his noisy mouth that day. His tail would move on it's own, wagging excitedly as you pounded him into his subspace. Yes, sex with Rin opened the two of you into a world full of new kinks.

After a particularly long day, Rin laid fast asleep on your bed. You chuckled to yourself after noticing he was to tired to fully get undressed and changed into clean clothes. "Why must you push yourself so hard..." You mumbles out loud while looming over your boyfriend's body. Taking it upon yourself, you slowly and silently stripped Rin of his sweat soaked clothes. He sturred in his sleep causing you to retreat your hand multiple times in the fear of waking him. As you removed his last article of clothing you noticed a problem. "...shit...." You looked down to you semi hard cock that rubbed uncomfortably against your pants.

This reminded you of a conversation the two of you had a few weeks back.

"You want me to what?" You could only stare in disbelief at your boyfriend. Rin grinned at you, his cute fangs shiny in the sun, "It's not that big of a deal, Y/N. Just fuck me in my sleep, hehe"

You chuckled to yourself. "Well, this is what you wanted." You climbed into your shared bed, the comfortable mattress dipping with your weight. Rin's body stunk of teenage pheromones. From his dripping hole, you assumed he was have a wet dream of some sort. "You horny whore..." Slowly, you pulled your pants and boxers down, your cock slightly hitting your stomach. "Do you dare regret this, Rin" With one hand holding his ass, you quickly inserted your self into your demonic boyfriend. His body shivered from the feeling, a small whine escaping from his mouth.

Without a second thought, you harshly thrusted in and out of his ass. Firey blue eyes flung open with tear escaping them. "Y-Y/N! Fuck!" His arms wrapped around your neck, trying to stabilize himself from your powerful and neverending thrust. "Sorry to wake you, Darling~" You whispered into his ear between your heavy breath. Rin threw his head back, his tail wrapping against the base of your thigh to pull you deeper inside of him. "Damn it Rin! Who knew fucking you in your sleep would get you wrecked like a whore." You mocked him. Rin's claws began to dig into your back causing you to hiss from the pain. Quickly, you put your thumb over the head of his cock, preventing him release from his upcoming orgasm.

"N-NO! Let me cum damnit!" Rin yelled at you. Well he yelled as best he could with is fangs in your shoulder trying to keep himself from being loud. You only laughed as his body shock and his cock was still hard in your hand. His body convulsed in a way you could only describe as beautiful. "You don't mind doing that again, do you?" I asked the breathless male before you. "Besides, you haven't made me cum yet~"

I hope this is ok and not too long. This is my first time working with such a detailed request so I wanted to make sure it was ok. Also, thank you to the people who wished me a happy birthday, I really appreciate it☺️

#dom reader #sub character #dom male reader #rin okumura x reader #rin okumura #rin okumura x male reader #sub rin okumura

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speedane · 22 days

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Lavender

Main Character: Joe (Psyche) Supporting Cast: Q (Phanes)

Both AU variants of the characters belong to @murkyike

Number of Words: 2,648

Tags: Romance, Angst, pretty wholesome stuff

Summary: A lone Joe decided to return to Hazlitt after 3 years, in search of an important memento from the past.

This is a trade between me and Murky!! Warning for super self-indulgent writing!

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It has been three years since the destruction of Hazlitt from the emergence of the Shackled Miracle. What used to be a bustling city of colorful lights and wondrous architecture has turned into an empty wasteland. Crack on the asphalt streets, old walls adorned in fading graffiti, and a daunting feeling of being watched by wandering miramon… this is the scene that met Joe as he set foot on the abandoned city after all those years. The young man took a few steps forward, his fingers sliding on the brick wall as his eyes absentmindedly stared at the distance. It was depressing to see the poor condition of the old block that he once called home. He knew these very streets from the heart, yet they don’t feel the same compared to what is in his memory.

But he is not here to stand idly, for this pristine fairy is searching for something… something important.

With haste, Joe ran towards an old apartment building and broke into it by kicking the old door down. The premises were dark, dusty, and overrun with cobwebs, prompting a disappointed expression from the man’s face.

“This place hasn’t been cleaned in a while…”

Resisting the urge to clean the place, Joe went straight ahead to the 2nd floor while carefully climbing up the stairs. With no functioning lights, he had to rely on his lamp to navigate his way around.

The man had little problem finding what he was looking for this whole time within the darkness… a door. But not just any door, but the door to a bedroom. He looked at the knob with somber eyes before he pulled out a key from his right pocket.

“It’s good to be home… I guess.”

He inserted the key to its keyhole and opened the shabby door. To his surprise, the bedroom looked exactly just like how he left it, save for the amount of dust that accumulated on… everything. Regardless of the man’s discontent over the dust bunnies, he’s still happy to see it again.

Joe sluggishly walks into the room, with the lamp still at hand, looking at his surroundings from top to bottom. Unlike the dreary outdoors, this room looked just how he remembered it, from the wooden flooring to the white sheets of the bed. It’s almost comforting to see it, but he is not here just to stand around and look pretty.

With his right hand he reached to his left ear, poking the butterfly resting behind it. The pastel-colored butterfly obliged and fluttered to the young man’s finger. With it safely sitting on his finger, he gently moved his hand towards the lamp.

“Hold this for me, please.”

As if by command, the butterfly summoned more of its kind with divine power and started holding up the lamp with teamwork. With that in place, Joe went to the side table of his bed and rummaged into the stuff that was left on it. It didn’t take too long for him to find an old photo covered with dust, dust so thick nobody could make out what's in it. With a huff and a puff, he blows off the thick dust that was obscuring the image, throwing off dust particles all over the air and leaving him in a coughing fit. Even the butterflies got a little disoriented with the dust cloud.

After the dust settled, the fairy sat down at the side of the bed to get a good look at the old photo. It bore the image of him and his childhood friend, now lover, on a park bench. His boyfriend, a fair-looking young man with pink and blue pastel hair, was holding a bouquet of lavenders and white roses with a wide smile. Himself on the other hand is holding a box of chocolates adorned with a baby blue ribbon, also smiling. It was a simple photo, but it meant a lot to him.

Joe’s expression switched to that of melancholy staring at one part of his past, knowing that he can no longer return from it. Why did he come all the way here for this picture? Was it even worth the danger? He could’ve died from the miramon for an old memorabilia.

But it was a memory he couldn’t just let go of.

It was not just a simple memory. No, it was far more important. Joe closed his eyes while placing the photo on his chest. This was his beloved memory, his precious treasure. To him, this was worth all the trouble.

Unbeknownst the pristine fairy who is enjoying his silence, another person has entered the apartment. The slithering of a snake can be heard from deep within, breaking the silence of the room. With his elf ears twitching, Joe had caught on that he was no longer alone.

Before he could further act, a large figure had already pounced on him from behind. The weight of the other person was enough to make so much creaking noise from the old bed that it was a miracle that it didn’t break in an instant. By the time he opened his eyes, he found himself enveloped within a pair of wings and arms.

“So this is where you went…”

A familiar sweet voice spoke to him by the ear. He knows exactly who this is.

“Ahah, you didn’t have to follow me all the way here, Q.”

Joe turned his head. He saw Q’s knees and gigantic snake tail resting on the mattress and gave him a chuckle.

“You’ve gotten so big all these years, and you’re still clingy as ever.”

The winged serpent pouted, looking a little grumpy.

“You left on a very important day, how could I not look for you?”

The other man looked at him in confusion.

“Oh, is there a special occasion?”

Q seemed to take it as an offense and hissed at Joe, like a cat. For a second, his hair burst into pink flames and his head wings stretched in fury.

“Did you seriously forget??!!”

The softness of his voice was gone and was replaced with a thunderous tone. Joe could feel Q’s claws digging into his shoulders despite the article of clothing between them. The fairy winced in surrender.

“Ow ow ow ow I was joking I was joking!! I know what day it is today!!”

The serpent is already gritting his teeth, his fangs showing. Even the butterflies were erratically flying out of fear. He was very close to tearing those fairy wings off.

“I-It’s your birthday…!”

Joe’s answer was hasty, but it was right on the money. Q had finally calmed down and loosened his grip on the other guy.

“You remembered~!”

The wings on his head started fluttering in joy as his mood changed in a flick of the switch. The other sighed in relief as his cheek was being licked by a slit tongue. It was unwise to challenge his wrath in the first place, but all is well.

“Alright, alright Q, please stop,” Joe said while lightly scratching the back of Q’s ear. He gave Joe a pleading look as he ceased the licking, but his boyfriend insisted him to stop.

With Q starting to behave, Joe patted the space beside him to signal him to sit beside him. Of course, he followed with no hesitation. Joe never broke his gaze towards him while the other was shuffling to sit beside him.

Prior to his transformation, Q had gotten much bigger than he used to. His head could only reach his lover’s shoulders back when they were in highschool. Now, he could easily tower over him and pin him down effortlessly. Hell, he could easily send him flying with just a swing of his serpentine tail. Even in terms of flying, he could fly much higher than he could.

Q’s behavior also had noticeable changes. His display of anger a moment ago was not the first time something like that happened. It was just one out of many instances of the increased intensity of his emotions, and it wasn’t limited to anger. The anger was not even the worst of it. At times, his happiness would turn into euphoria. On other days, his sadness would render him immobile. Due to this, he was advised to take mood stabilizers.

All these changes were of Joe’s worries. Change is something he was not easily used to, even towards his own transformation. It was not easy to change one’s lifestyle for his new wings, let alone having to leave the home he had known ever since he was born due to the Shackled Miracle. But he could never imagine what Q was going through. It must be horrifying for him that he was losing control over his emotions, he thought.

“... Joe?”

The fairy realized that he was zoning out as the serpent called his name. The other person had a puzzled look on his face, wondering why he was sitting still like a statue.

“Uh, sorry,” Joe apologized, averting his eyes from Q.

Q only tilted his head, still confused by his boyfriend’s sudden silence.

“Why the long face…?” The pastel-haired man leaned closer to sniff the blonde’s hair.

Not liking what he was doing, Joe turned to gently press his palm on the other’s face. “Please don’t sniff me like that…” His face turned red. “At least not here…”

He wasn’t listening, too absorbed by the scent his lover was giving off.

“Hmm.. lavender…”

“Huh?”

“You smell like lavender~”

The fairy sniffed at one of his shoulders to see if he wasn’t joking. He was indeed giving off the fragrance of lavender.

“Well, I’m at least sure that I don’t smell bad, haha…”

“I can smell it very clearly… even on my way here.”

Joe blinked.

“You picked up my scent from that distance..?”

Q nodded enthusiastically, seemingly very proud of himself. “It’s how I found you all the way here…”

The blonde suddenly smiled uncontrollably. In his mind, he was imagining his winged lover sniffing the ground like a dog. It was cute, at least to him.

“Is this also part of your esper powers?”

“It’s part of the package, dear~” The pastel man’s response hit Joe’s funny bone, letting out a soft giggle.

“What powerful sense of smell you have.”

“All the better to find you…”

Slowly, the winged serpent wrapped his arms again on the pristine fairy into a sweet embrace. He rested his head on his shoulder and whispered something in his ear.

“I just wish to spend my birthday with you.”

The blonde man can feel his scaly tail wrapping itself around his waist. Tight enough to make him stay, but loose enough to let him breathe. Joe lifted the photo in his hand and looked at it fondly for a bit before one or two butterflies took it away from him so he could hug his boyfriend back.

“I’m sorry… I should’ve stayed with you…”

He gave him a light pat on the back.

“I was so caught up searching for our old photo in our old home, that I forgot where my real home is…”

Q smiled tenderly. “The one where I gave you that box of chocolates?”

“Mhmm… and that was the day I gave you that bouquet and said ‘I love you’.”

The wings on Q’s head gently fluttered with the rising feeling of happiness in his heart. It was indeed a precious memory. A memory that they both shared.

As the two enjoyed their minute of silence, Joe attempted to recall the events of the picture. It was the same day today, five years ago, in a small park within the lower city. They were sitting on the park bench together, exchanging gifts and laughter. The sky was fair and they have the place all for themselves with not a care for the world. The pastel-haired man suggested that he take a selfie together with his newly-bought phone, which the blonde agreed to. The phone was blessed with the very photo in his possession right now, and then…

“Q,” Joe spoke in a quiet manner.

Q lifted his head up to meet him eye-to-eye. Staring into his eyes, the other’s face turned red again.

“Do you… remember what we did on that bench?”

“You confessed to me… and we took that selfie.”

His heart raced, butterflies suddenly gathering in his stomach. The man pursed his lips as he mustered up the courage to gather up the words.

“N-Not that…”

It wasn’t long for Q to realize what he was referring to. Judging from his boyfriend’s rosy cheeks and facial expression, he formulated a small guess.

“Do you mean… the kiss?”

Feeling defeated, the fairy shyly nodded, ears twitching. His heart was pounding so fast that he felt like exploding. The winged serpent took his silence as a yes and gave him a warm smile.

“It was an awkward kiss.” He laughed. “We didn’t know what we were doing…”

“That was before,” Joe replied. “I think we can do better now…”

Silence once again filled the room as the two of them stared at each other like puzzled sheep. Joe attempted to replicate what he did on that day, it was exactly just like this. Like clockwork, he placed a hand on the back of Q’s head, cradling it as he leaned closer to him. Likewise, Q slowly closed his eyes, already anticipating what was about to come.

His serene expression put him at ease. There was no hesitation, no fear and anxiety. The gentle light from the lamp made his flushed face ever so beautiful and ethereal. Q was just there, waiting. Breathing in, Joe proceeded to inch closer.

Breaths steady, hearts beating, souls syncing…

Finally, the blonde pressed his soft lips against the serpent’s, with no intention to let go soon. The cold temperature was immediately felt upon contact, contrasting his own warmth, but it somehow felt comforting. The two were left motionless, like time stopped perfectly at this moment as the universe don the role of the audience to this act of love.

It was a shame that Joe had to let go, pulling away as he gave themselves space to breathe. Not satisfied, Q lifted his hand and brushed his fingers on the other’s cheek before diving into the second kiss. Unlike the first attempt, this one was more passionate, more sincere. The fairy was taken by surprise by the abruptness before giving in. He wanted this to go on forever.

The two broke off the kiss once again, giving each other a loving gaze as their breaths became more audible. Joe started to caress the fluffy cotton candy hair as he observed how relaxed Q is now. For each stroke of his fingers, his boyfriend’s eyes turned drowsier and drowsier, until such time that he found himself resting on his shoulder again.

“You still fall asleep when I do this, hm?”

The winged serpent only gave him a sniff.

“Lavender…”

Joe giggled as he lightly shook him with his other hand.

“Don’t sleep here, we still need to go home…”

He didn’t care. Q simply gave him a cuddle.

“I’m already home… you’re here… with me…”

The blonde’s eyes widened. Sorrow and relief swelled up inside him as he understood that he had been wrong about Q all this time.

Q, in spite of the various changes he had faced for three years, was still the clingy, affectionate, and tender-hearted person that he always knew and loved. And he was too blind to see it… not anymore.

It’s still him, right here with him. Or rather, he never left.

He finally saw that, despite everything, the person he thought had changed still remained the same. And he will stay this way for as long as the sands of time fall down until the very last grain.

#jee writes #dislyte #q dislyte #joe dislyte #I would like to thank Murky for letting me write their blorbos #fact: I have never kissed someone romantically before #so I literally have no experience in romance HELP

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