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psychedelic-ink · 4 months

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ㅤㅤㅤ✦ 𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒

ㅤㅤjoel miller x f!reader x tommy miller

genre: smut, minors dni, no outbreak

word count: 2.7k

summary: joel knows you have a little thing for his younger brother so decides to indulge you for your birthday.

warnings: gonna state this very clearly: joel gets cucked by tommy and watches, everyone is consenting and it's discussed beforehand, piv, dirty talk, possessive!joel, daddy kink, size kink, established relationship between joel and reader, jealousy, some brotherly rivalry, facial, mild degradation kink, creampie

a/n: this work was commissioned through kofi by the lovely @losergurlsstuff, thank you so much for your support and thank you so much for this delicious idea, I had a blast! ❤️‍🔥

**gif made by the amazing @pedgito thank you so much dear!! dividers made my the talented @saradika-graphics 💜💜💜

Everything has been amazing since you and Joel started dating. To you, he was perfect. The perfect man. The perfect partner. The perfect person. You are forever grateful to whatever god made your roads cross. You have no idea what you’d be doing without him. You’ve never felt so cared for in your entire life. What he doesn’t say with words he shows with what he does and today is no exception.

“What do you want for your birthday?”

You smile and shake your head, his head is laying right above your stomach, his one hand under your shirt, caressing the warm skin. “I have everything I need.”

“Just tell me.”

“I really don’t want anything, Joel. Especially not from you.”

His hand on your skin stills, looking up, you giggle at the way he’s frowning. Shocked.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means, you dork,” you lean and brush your lips against his forehead. “That you already give me everything. Being with you is enough.”

Joel’s eyes narrow. A pleasurable shudder rolls through your spine, you adore it when he looks at you like that. It reminds you of all the times you pushed his buttons, resulting in a delightful time.

“I have an idea what you might want.”

“And what’s that mister know-it-all?”

“Tommy.”

“W—What?” Your heart sinks to your stomach, your palms suddenly cold and sweaty. His younger brother’s name was the last thing you expected to hear. Joel spreads his fingers across your waist, gently, he squeezes.

“It’s a’right, sweetheart. I’ve been thinkin’ about it a lot and well, I think it might be a good gift for your birthday.”

“I don’t understand.”

You genuinely don’t. Also, he’s been thinking about it? The inside of your stomach feels like lead. It’s true that once upon a time you thought how it would be with Tommy—but that was before Joel. And after you two started dating well. . . sure maybe your eyes did linger a bit, maybe you leaned a little too close when he whispered something in your ear during a party. . . You genuinely thought Joel wouldn’t notice.

“I haven’t asked him yet,” he says, thoughtful. “But I was thinkin’ of indulgin’ your curiosities.”

You‘re still not quite sure what he means by that. Your guilt gnaws at the walls of your stomach. Joel gives you everything, yet you make him feel like he doesn’t. Your eyes move away, falling to the corner of the wall. You can’t bear to look at him. He deserves better.

“Hey,” he says, hand cupping your jaw and pulling you back. “Don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying.”

“You look like you’re about to,” he cracks a small smile. “I don’t mind, darlin’. It’s just a fantasy ain’t it? I know that you’re mine.”

“I am,” you say tearfully. “I am and always will be.”

“And I’m yours. I just want to spoil you as best as I can, sweetheart. And this seemed doable.”

“Why do you even think Tommy would agree to this?”

“Oh he will,” he says with a grin that makes your cheeks grow warm. “Don’t you worry that pretty head of yours.”

You nod but doubt still taints your expression. You don’t doubt Joel’s words, but no one can deny that this might be a bit odd. You’re not entirely sure Tommy will be on board. But you trust Joel, so you don’t question it.

Despite all the doubt, and tension in your muscles, excitement slowly brews deep within you.

“Joel, I’m not so sure about this.”

His head turns harshly to face his brother. There’s no way he’s backing out now, not when they were only inches away from the fucking bedroom door.

Then again, he does understand. He’s ain’t stupid. But Joel had seen the way Tommy looked at you, the way his eyes would do a subtle sweep and linger on your ass whenever you walked out of a room. “I ain’t gonna suddenly choke you out if that’s what got your feathers ruffled.”

Tommy shifts from one foot to the other. Joel’s not used to seeing his brother so deep in though. He fears that if he thinks a little harder he might break his brain. With a huff of breath escaping his lips, Joel throws a hand over Tommy’s shoulder and squeezes, drawing his attention.

“Look, I’m gonna tell you the same thing I told her, if at any point you decide you don’t wanna do this, just say so and we’ll stop. No one is gonna get offended.”

Tommy visibly relaxes at Joel’s words. He nods, lips a tight line. It reminds Joel when he taught him how to ride a bike when they were kids. He had the same expression.

“A’right then, now that that’s settled, let’s not keep her waitin’ anymore.”

Without warning he opens the door and pushes Tommy in. If it was any other situation Joel would’ve laughed at the way Tommy tripped over his own feet. But his attention is immediately dragged to the bed you’re perched on. His mouth waters. He knew you were going to get dressed, well undressed in this situation, but he hadn’t thought about what you would put on. Joel’s eyes briefly flicker to Tommy, he seems just as in shock. It’s hard not to be with what you’re wearing.

The fabric is a luxurious, deep blue, reminiscent of the darkest hours when the stars come out to play. The material is silky and smooth against the skin, offering a touch of elegance and comfort. And he would know. It’s his favorite damn set. Shimmering sparkles that adorn the fabric, mimic the stars scattered across the night sky. These sparkles catch the light of the scented candle you’ve lit, creating a subtle and enchanting glow.

Joel gradually meets your gaze. As soon as he does he knows you’ve done it on purpose. His lips quirk up, amusement growing in his eyes, you’d pay for this little stunt.

“Wow,” Tommy exhales and takes a step forward. “You look amazin’ sweetheart.”

You seem a little out of breath already, it’s going to be fun to watch you crumble. Though Joel isn’t quite sure how he feels about his brother being the one doing it.

“Thanks,” you answer, unsure.

There’s a lingering tension in the air and Joel almost rolls his eyes at them both. Almost.

“A’right then,” he pushes Tommy until he’s at the edge of the bed and takes a seat on the chair he brought in this morning. “Stop bein’ shy now. Tommy, you’re her gift, are you sure you want to be the person responsible for her havin’ a shit birthday?”

Tommy’s chest raises, “N-No.”

“Then what are you waitin’ for?”

“Jesus Joel, it’s not like I'm bringin’ her a new plant, give us a second.”

Joel grins at the way he snaps and Tommy only shakes his head, turning to you and finally focusing on the right thing. You.

Tommy tenderly presses both palms on each side of your face, thumbs moving in circles. Your nipples are already hard, he can see them like little diamonds showing up through the fabric. His fingers twitch. Patience isn’t something that he has, but he’ll try. For you.

Your lips part with a soft gasp as Tommy finally brings you in, their lips brushing before full-on pressing against one another. Joel doesn’t miss the way your chest heaves. Your hands fist his shirt and Tommy tilts his head in response, Joel hears your little moans, his own cock gradually hardening under his jeans.

Fuck, you look too good in that lingerie set. It’s hard just to sit and watch.

“Take off his shirt,” Joel grunts, sounding more cross than he intended. You nod, but not without giving him a wary look first. When Tommy’s shirt hits the floor, the younger Miller roughly grabs your chin and turns your head so you’re facing Joel. His spine straightens.

“You ain’t the one given’ orders,” Tommy says. “If you want me to make her feel good, you’re goin’ to shut up and watch, understood?”

Joel’s mouth goes dry but he nods anyway. His eyes narrow as Tommy’s smile grows, his hand slips between your legs and begins to stroke you through your panties. Joel’s breath hitches, his gaze landing where you grow wetter and wetter.

“Who’s in charge baby, tell him.”

Your hips grind down to his hand, “You are.”

“Well that wasn’t much of a challenge,” he chuckles, eyes finding Joel’s again. “Don’t you think you’re bad girl sayin’ that in front of your daddy?”

Heat rushes to Joel’s cheeks, crimson spreading from his chest to his face. He wasn’t expecting Tommy to know that. A tingle he hasn’t felt before spreads from the base of his spine. His jealousy is starting to brew, but at the same time, it feels oddly nice to be helpless, even though he knows he isn’t.

“Answer my question,” Tommy commands, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Are you a bad girl?”

“Y–Yes.”

Your eyes roll when Tommy presses your clit, drawing rough circles, he smiles. “Tell your boyfriend who’s your daddy now?”

Joel holds his breath. Beads of sweat coating his back. “You are,” he hears you say to Tommy. There’s a slight quiver to your bottom lip and every part of him wants to soothe you.

But instead, his brother does.

Tommy sucks your bottom lip into his mouth and kisses your deeply, his hands caressing the contour of your body.

“Don’t worry,” Tommy says. “Daddy is goin’ to take care of you.”

You’re about to lose your mind. Your body is a flame and with each devastating snap of Tommy’s hips, your mouth drops open with a guttural moan. You’ve always assumed he’d be a gentle lover. Though you have a sneaking suspicion that Joel’s presence might be a solid reason why he’s tearing you and building you up over and over again.

He positioned you so you’re staring at nothing else but Joel, you see how hard he is under his pants, the outline of his cock visible and making you gush all over Tommy’s cock. You want him in your mouth so bad but you know this isn’t that kind of game. Joel’s eyes follow the sway of your breasts, your bra ripped from you a while ago. You were completely naked except for your panties—Joel’s favorite and now Tommy is fucking you in it.

Tommy reaches forward and grabs your throat, pulling you up so more of your chest is exposed. His cock is bigger than you imagined, nearly big as Joel. He pounds into you mercilessly, his length stretching you every day, reminding you whose cock is tearing you apart.

“Does it turn you on that he’s watchin’ how wet you’re gettin’ my dick sweetheart?” With his question another fresh wave of slick drips out of you, tears build in your eyes, your insides left throbbing. His hips stutter, going balls deep, breath catching in his throat. “Fuck. Joel, she’s soaked— does she ever get this wet for you?”

“‘Course she does,” he grunts, crossing his arms. You can’t tell if he’s upset or not, but the fact that Tommy doesn't have a broken nose already must be a good sign.

Tommy leans into your ear, loud enough for Joel to hear. “Bet the old man can’t fuck you as well as I do.”

You don’t answer. You can’t. Both of them are so good at this, and your head is in shambles.

Tommy suddenly stops, and you’re a brink away from breaking down. A whine tears away from your lips. He releases your neck, you fall forward, only upright thanks to his hands holding your arms. “Answer me.”

“You’re making me feel so good,” you say instead and thankfully, he doesn’t try to gauge a different response. His cock pulses, making you believe that was all he wanted to hear. Joel observes the two of you carefully.

“Say it again baby, tell him how well daddy’s taking care of you.”

“Daddy’s taking care of me,” you slur as his pace begins to pick up again. Each thrust makes you squeeze his cock like a vice. Liquid heat drops down your spine, your stomach clenching as he edges you closer and closer to your downfall. “J–Joel,” you call out without much thought and his dark gaze meets your own. “He feels so good.”

“Oh fuck—” Tommy chokes and swiftly pulls out, prompting you to let out a disappointed whine. “Shit, baby, I’m gonna— fuck— bring your face here—”

The back of Tommy’s head falls against the headboard and you quickly hurry towards him, your glistening cunt now in perfect view. You hear Joel taking in a sharp exhale. You part your lips, dipping down to take Tommy into your mouth but he stops it, holding you by the nape. “I’m gonna ruin that pretty face of yours,” he groans, forcing you down so your cheek would be pressed right below his pelvis. He starts stroking himself, fucking into his fist, and the sight is so beautiful that you lick one of his balls into your mouth, his back arches.

Suddenly, he grips you even tighter and starts moaning loudly in harsh gasps, his hips thrusting uncontrollably against your face. He closes his eyes, losing himself in the sensation of you. You can feel him pulsing against your skin. You moan in response, feeling the rush of excitement as you open your mouth wider to take it all in.

“Tommy, please,” you breathe out, your eyes locked with his as he releases a stream on your face, covering your cheeks and lips with his release. You can feel yourself growing even more aroused as he continues to stroke himself, coating your face with his warm come. You whimper, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine as he lets out a final raspy breath.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes out, his chest rising and falling heavily as he stares at you, your face damp and covered in his release. “You look so beautiful like this.”

You can feel your cheeks heating up, the intimate moment causing your heart to race in your chest. Tommy reaches out, gently wiping some of the come off of your face with his thumb before bringing it to your lips, letting you taste yourself.

“Fuck,” Tommy murmurs, his breaths coming out in short pants. He pulls you up to him, his lips crashing onto yours in a fierce kiss. However, while you’re lost in his mouth, you don’t realize the bed dipping with an added weight. You hear a clink of a belt and suddenly Joel is buried deep between your legs, his fingers rubbing tight circles around your clit. You gasp against Tommy’s mouth, the sensations becoming almost too much to handle.

“You didn’t make her come, idiot,” he groans, fucking himself into your deeper and deeper. Your eyes roll, your lips parting an inch away from Tommy’s face. Joel sinks his teeth into your neck, hips rutting into you without leaving you. His other hand playing with the elastic of your panties, you break down around him, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. “Mine,” he growls, acting as if the two of you are alone. “Mine, mine, mine—”

Joel spills into you with a deep and visceral groan. There’s so much, his cock twitching and pulsing as he forces himself even deeper, claiming you as his. Doing something Tommy isn’t allowed to do. You shiver all over, your body weak with pleasure.

He trickles down the inside of your thighs as he pulls out, falling back to his knees. You collapse onto Tommy’s chest and you’re surprised when you feel his hand on your neck, rubbing soothingly over your warm skin.

Joel leaves a trail of kisses down your spine, “You were amazin’, honey.”

“Such a good girl,” Tommy murmurs, though both of their voices feel as if it’s coming from a distance. Your eyes flutter closed, exhaustion taking hold of you. “Let’s get her cleaned up and tuck her in.”

Joel presses his mouth against you one last time before heading to the bathroom.

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ariveth · 2 years

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CALLING THE PLACE A BLOODY DEATH TRAP would be the understatement of the Fourth Era. Finding the false panel behind the wardrobe had initially filled Ariveth with the sort of ecstatic rush she only ever truly felt on escapades like these, but her kleptomanic glee is short-lived when she discovers what's only describable as an executioner’s dungeon awaiting her below. She swears and curses her way through the dank tunnels laden with traps ranging from poisoned darts to flame-spouting panels, and a silent prayer sits in the back of her mind all the while — may the loot be well worth it.

What she lacks in raw power she certainly makes up for in agility and speed, allowing her to evade the remaining traps fairly easily with nary more than a tiny cut in her new black leathers. She throws her braid back over her shoulder, huffing. Whoever's house she'd stumbled into was certainly a piece of work. Unfortunately, the anticipation of what could possibly be hidden behind so many failsafes clouds the logic that she maybe should've done her due diligence in regards to the ownership, or at least might've considered that someone with these resources may pose some modicum of a threat.

The anticlimactic result is more than just a letdown. There are few items in the entire room, and even the promising little chest in the corner only contains a few fine pieces within. In the stairwell beyond — nothing but a sewer drain. "Fuck me," she groans, scowling at the bust statue in front of her; hands on her hips as she evaluated what she'd ended up with. "As far as scores go..." she mutters to herself, trailing off while glancing over an anonymous note before turning her attention to what looks like a map. Or a blueprint? Ariveth frowns, picking the sheet of parchment up and peering at it. "Huh," she murmurs to herself, interest piqued. "The Eyes of the Falmer. Now who could be—"

The shuffle of arrived footsteps behind her instantly silence her. Frozen, the blueprint crinkles slightly in her hand as she stiffly and slowly turns around. When she glimpses the familiar face in the shadows, Ariveth's jaw all but drops. She doesn't need to know him personally to know who and what he is. "...Mercer Frey?" Oh, she's fucked.

@gvildmastcr

#✗ — CONVERSATION ｡#✗ — QUEST: LIKE A MAN POSSESSED ｡#✗ — FT. MERCER ｡#gvildmastcr #guess we can't gaslight gatekeep girlboss our way outta this one #i'm so sorry about the length btw i just. can't seem to control my exposition ever #feel free to slice it in half lol

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protect-namine · 2 years

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can someone just tell me (because the sumeru archon quest is loooooong) if we already know in canon if scara is doing okay with the gnosis like........ whatever happened to that....... is he an archon now? did he give it away to the tsaritsa (lol highly doubt it)? did it reject him (also doubt it...)? did HE reject it (oh now there's a thought)? like I just wanna know if he's finally a god, if he's happy......

or do we not have info on that yet?

#mine musings #liveblogging genshin #every time i see scara fanart it unlocks something in my brain like hellooooo #puppet scara... mecha scara... god scara... what is up with him #also do any of the quests explain cyno's thing like why he lets a spirit possess him from time to time #man i really need to find the time to play. there's just....... so much....... this game is too much sometimes

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sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts · 1 month

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𝙎𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙧𝙢...

Read part 2 here - Soup...

*vision bored doesn't describe readers' looks it describes the vibes of the story*

screencaps: @din-jarring they are amazing, the best most amazing person. I definitely recommend you check them out 🫶🏻

Pairing: dark!Raider!Joel Miller x fem!virgin!reader

Summary: Seven years after the outbreak and with two days of starvation looming, desperation drives you to attempt stealing from your own assailant. But in this dire bid for survival, what unforeseen consequences await?

Warnings/tags: MDNI 18+, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, BLOOD, VIRGIN READER, breaking and entering, bondage (belt), groping, spit, fear, non/dub-con, guns, toxic people, degradation, praise, (maybe kind of), fingering kinda, biting, male moaning, breeding kink, kissing, kidnapping, mean joel, daze, kinda inexperienced reader, UNprotected sex wrap it before you tap it, kids. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME

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Your pulse quickened as a looming silhouette tore through the door of your family's cabin, a formidable rifle in hand. The once serene sanctuary of your family retreat had morphed into something ominous during the seven years since the outbreak. Time had shrouded the cabin in secrecy, but now it felt like it held more secrets than safety. With no one around to offer aid and your provisions dwindling, a sense of foreboding gripped you. Who was this intruder, and what did they want?

Huddled behind the worn fabric of the couch, you trembled, trying to decipher the intruder's intentions. The eerie silence of the cabin was only broken by the sound of your racing heartbeat and the slam of the empty cupboards. The emptiness of the cupboards, devoid of sustenance for two long days, added to the dread coiling in your stomach.

Your father's departure had cast the first shadow of unease. Taking the only means of protection—a small pistol—he left behind a void filled with questions and fear. When days stretched into weeks without his return, your mother embarked on a desperate quest to find him, leaving you alone to wrestle with gnawing uncertainty.

Peering cautiously from your hiding place, you observed the intruder ransacking the kitchen. Panic surged as you spotted the cabin door ajar, a white van parked conspicuously outside. Desperation prompted a daring idea – if there was nothing left to steal, why not take whatever the intruder possessed? With knowledge of the terrain on your side, you calculated a plan to hide in the woods until the coast was clear.

You watched the intruder's every move, hoping for the perfect moment to act. When he cautiously ventured into the bathroom, likely searching for supplies you lacked, you seized the chance to make your move. With a deep breath to steady your nerves, you slipped out the door and tiptoed toward the van, determined to reclaim control of the situation.

Peering into the dim interior, you scanned for any signs of danger before cautiously stepping inside. The van's interior was a jumble of crates and boxes, their contents obscured by shadows. Time was of the essence, so you swiftly lifted the tarp covering the crates, revealing precious bottles of water. With careful precision, you gathered as many as you could carry, ensuring not to drop any or create any disturbance.

Exiting the van, you concealed the bottles in a nearby bush, intending to wait there until the intruder departed. Once the water was safely stashed, you returned to the van, continuing your search. As you reached for a few cans of canned food, you suddenly found yourself confronted by a terrifying sight: a tall, muscular man with a rifle pointed directly at your face.

The sound of the cans dropping from your hands seemed to fade away as you stood there frozen in fear, unable to move or even think. The man had a heavy, muscular build, with dark hair and an incoming beard that made him look even more menacing. It was clear that he had been watching you, and that he had no intention of letting you leave without a fight.

As you struggled to comprehend the situation unfolding before you, the man's voice shattered the eerie silence, causing a shiver to run down your spine. "Caught red-handed, are we? Thought you could just waltz in and help yourself to my supplies?" His words were like a cold slap in the face, jolting you into a state of panic.

Before you could utter a word in response, he roughly pushed you onto your back, the barrel of the gun pressing into your chest. Fear gripped you tightly as you found yourself unable to move, your mind racing with thoughts of imminent danger.

"Please, I didn't mean any harm. I'll put everything back, just please don't hurt me," you pleaded, your voice quivering with desperation. But your words seemed to fall on deaf ears as he grabbed your arm with force, pushing your chest against the center console. Your heart sank as the cold metal of the gun dug into your back, a sense of hopelessness washing over you.

In that moment of vulnerability, you couldn't help but curse yourself for choosing to wear a dress today. The fabric rode up your thighs, leaving you feeling exposed and defenseless. It served as a harsh reminder of how unready you were for the predicament unfolding before you. While you weren't naive, you'd had discussions before, even received "the talk" about the delicate subject of virginity. But contemplating the act itself was a realm you never envisioned venturing into, especially not now. The weight of such responsibilities loomed heavy on your mind, intertwining with the immediate danger at hand, creating a tangled web of fear and uncertainty.

He knelt behind you, his rough, calloused hand replacing the gun at your back. "You want to leave here in one piece? Then you better be prepared to compensate me for what you were trying to steal," he demanded, his grip firm as he lifted the hem of your dress.

As panic surged through you, you attempted to break free, but his hold only tightened. He swiftly changed tactics, his unfamiliar touch gripping your waist just above where your panties ended. With a rough tug, he pulled down your panties, his words and actions leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable.

"Now that's a pretty lookin' pussy," he taunted, his fingers tracing over your folds. You squirmed uncomfortably under his touch, his chuckle sending shivers down your spine.

Feeling trapped and afraid, you remained frozen, unable to escape his looming presence.

He started to palm your bare clit, making sure to rub the wet spit onto your pussy. You were starting to become wet at his actions, he rubbed his middle finger around your damp pussy teasing you, making you squirm again. “I like it when you squirm. Makes things more interesting," he chuckled, his words sending a shiver down your spine. In a desperate attempt to escape his unsettling presence, you jolted forward, scrambling towards the front of the van, hoping to create some distance between yourself and the menacing figure behind you. He pulled you back and firmly grasped your shoulders, preventing you from escaping further. Then, he cupped your face with his hands, his touch possessive yet tender, his eyebrows lifting in a silent question as his husky voice filled the space between you.

"I'm never—" he began, his lips pressing against yours briefly before he lowered his voice, his gaze locking onto yours, "gonna let you go." His thumb traced gentle circles on your temple, a stark contrast to the intensity of his words.

But then his touch shifted, his lips leaving yours to trail along the curve of your neck and shoulders, igniting a tingling sensation that sent shivers down your spine. It was as if he was trying to seduce you, drawing you in with each caress.

Returning to your lips, he initiated another kiss, and you found yourself torn between conflicting emotions. Part of you felt trapped and scared, but another part couldn't deny the thrill coursing through you. As he deepened the kiss, you found yourself responding, losing yourself in the moment.

Finally pulling back, a small smile played on his lips as he shook his head in disbelief. His voice dropped to a whisper as he repeated his vow, "Never."

As one of his hands traveled down your stomach, a shiver ran down your spine, and he began planting kisses along your neck. For a moment, you closed your eyes, lost in the sensation, feeling a sense of serenity wash over you. But reality crashed back down as he suddenly shoved you forcefully onto the center console. Your head collided with something hard, causing a sharp pain to shoot through you, and blood began to gush from your nose.

Shocked and a little dizzy from the sudden impact, you struggled to gather your bearings, your head throbbing as blood continued to trickle from your nose. Blinking rapidly, you tried to focus, but the dizziness made it difficult to think clearly. Panic began to rise within you as you realized the severity of the situation, your heart pounding in your chest.

One of his hands held you down harshly against the console keeping you trapped once again sanity has left you, his other hand swiftly unbuckled his belt, the sounds of his movements echoing in the tense silence of the van you felt hopeless and dazed as you felt his dick rub against your pussy still wet from the desire of his kiss.

He leaned closer to you, his entire body weight pressing down on yours, his chest now firmly against your back as he roughly pushed his dick into you. he was big you let out a loud shriek as a burning sensation cascaded through your body, causing your eyes to squeeze shut in pain. Desperately, you reached for his thighs, trying to push him off you.

"Quiet." He groans as he pushes deeper into your cunt you felt his pubes brush against your clit, he was so big so overwhelming you could feel him in your stomach even as he was still. He gripped your hands and grabbed his belt from beside him before tying your hands together behind your back. you could feel every movement making you let out small sounds of discomfort as his dick rested inside of you.

"Suckin' me right in." He lifted your dress higher taking a moment to stand and bask in the view of his dick being swallowed by your pussy. he started groping your ass taking his time as he started he's penetrating your soul. he began to thrust setting a slow but harsh pace. "You're gonna be achin' for days.” you let out a few broken moans at his movements your daze and confusion were replaced with a sense of pleasure and warmth as he continued thrusting in and out of you.

He shifted his hands to grip the makeshift restraints around your wrists, then began pushing you towards him so that you met his thrusts. As the new sensation overwhelmed you, you started to squirm again, unable to contain the mix of pleasure and discomfort. "I said squirming makes it interesting, I didn't say be difficult," he murmured, his voice low and filled with amusement. With a swift movement, he hooked you up so you were pressed against him, your struggles futile against his strength. He noticed the blood from your nose and chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine as you whimpered in fear.

He started to thrust up into you harder. more primal for his desire, he moved one of his hands to play with your breast. you let out a loud moan as one of his thrusts hit just where it was needed for his movements to feel like he was heaven. He pushed you back onto the console, this time skillfully avoiding the sharp object, sparing you from any further facial damage.

His weight presses you down onto your back again, forcing you to stay still as he pounds deep into you over and over again. His power and speed never slow down as he bites down hard on your shoulder to muffle his moans, he hits that sweet spot inside of you with every thrust making it impossible to hide your obvious pleasure from his actions making sure to move your hips back to meet him every time it makes you feel so dirty, "You tried to take from me, but now you're learning your place. Beneath me, where you belong, like a whore".He stopped biting your shoulder and whispered, letting out a soft moan

"Don't call me that," you manage to mumble, your voice trembling with a mixture of fear and defiance, though you still push back into him, your back arching involuntarily making you press into his chest. "I-I can call you whatever I want when... when..." Your words falter as you struggle to find your voice, the pleasure taking over you. As he continues to pound into you.

But he cuts you off sharply, he pinched your side hard, causing you to whimper in pain. "Shut the fuck up," he commands, his voice harsh and threatening. "I'm tired of your mouth. Keep it up, and I'll find another way to shut you up."

His thrusts grew more erratic, his grip tightening as he abandoned any pretense of restraint, his small moans and grunts escaping him freely. "Shit, I'm gonna need Viagra or something to keep up with this pussy," he muttered, his words punctuated by the force of his pistoning movements. "Gosh... feels like you're gonna swallow me whole."

Suddenly, he stopped hitting that spot that had pleased you, and a sense of disappointment washed over you. As his thrusts became sloppy, you ceased meeting him halfway, hoping he would find that sweet spot again. But he didn't.

With a final, desperate thrust, he let out a guttural groan, his body shuddering as he reached his climax. As he withdrew, leaving you feeling empty and unsatisfied, a wave of sadness and confusion washed over you.

Your walls were slick, not with your arousal, but with his, milky ropes of his release making an obscene set of sounds as he pulled out of you. Still restrained, you watched silently as he got dressed and exited the van, leaving you feeling abandoned and exposed.

Minutes passed, the silence heavy and suffocating, before he returned with a few papers and items you recognized from your cabin. "Hey, those are mine!" you protested, your voice tinged with a mix of anger and desperation.

He ignored your protest, tossing the items into a bag without a second glance. "They're mine now," he replied coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

As he released you from your restraints, you felt a surge of defiance rising within you. "You can't just take everything!" you exclaimed, trying to assert some semblance of control over the situation.

But his gaze was icy as he looked at you, his expression unreadable. "Watch me," he muttered, before turning and striding away, leaving you feeling small and powerless once again.

"Get comfortable," he called over his shoulder as he headed towards the driver's seat, his voice devoid of any warmth or compassion.

You watched him go, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. As you sat alone in the van, surrounded by the remnants of your life that he had taken from you, the reality of your situation began to sink in.

He wasn't just taking your belongings. He was taking you.

With a heavy heart, you realized that you were now at his mercy, trapped in a situation you couldn't escape. And as he started the engine and pulled away from the cabin, leaving everything you knew behind, he turned to you with a chilling smile.

"You're mine now," he said quietly, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "And you're not going anywhere."

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zhonglism · 2 months

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18+ MDNI; 4.2 archon quest spoilers (for those who haven’t finished it. nothing too detailed but a major spoiler, nonetheless), slightly possessive neuvi, unprotected semi-public s*x (in neuvillette’s office), handjob (brief mention), riding, neuvi has two c*cks. divider: cafekitsune

── it was scandalous, utterly improper, and impure, the list could go on and on to describe what was happening behind the unlocked doors of the iudex’s grandeur office; it held an outstanding reputation, housing the most respected man in fontaine but right this moment, it was nothing more than a mere space to fulfil both of your sordid fantasies. risqué behaviour that would absolutely tarnish neuvillette’s esteemed reputation. he could already see the front page of steambird’s papers adorned with a controversial ebony-inked title that’d make serious waves throughout the nation of hydro, flowing from conversation to conversation of each fontanian.

oh but the thing was, at this very moment, iudex neuvillette could not care less, even with his high honour on the line. to think of someone walking in on you two passionately enjoying one another was exhilarating; especially when you’re straddling him this good; one cock hugged oh-so-tightly and invitingly by your sopping cunt while the other being wickedly taken care of with your trembling hands—thumb focusing on rubbing the sensitive slit of his tip. it was ironic how the expanse of neuvillette’s office didn’t seem enough for this sinful act, it was suffocating and stuffy but maybe it was all because of the fine azure fabric he donned every day; layers and layers of fine cerulean textiles that hid the very monstrosity between his legs.

“n-neuvi—ah! this is inappropriate. . ungodly.” you panted into the crook of his neck, his intoxicating scent only driving you further down the line of insanity as it engulfed your senses. neuvillette wanted to laugh but all he could muster were heated moans and occasional grunts. “mon trésor, i’m quite taken back by your choice of words.” he let out a soft sigh, the gloved grasp on your waist mirroring the tightening grip of your walls around his cock.

ungodly? of course it was.

neuvillette was certainly no god after all, he was more than that of a lowly usurper that answered to the divinity beyond the clouds. to use such a word to describe the intimate act between the two of you as if it was sinful stirred the depths of his mind—a draconic trait he had neatly tucked away, one that was a tad too dangerous to just let loose. possessiveness. to think of mentioning the gods with his length sheathed all the way inside you flipped his switch. you shouldn’t even be thinking of the gods, especially in a godless nation like the land of justice.

offering a response would have been a sensible option if it weren’t for the sudden shift in aura inside the chief justice’s office, a ripple of unmatched power pressing on your sweat-covered skin. earlier, neuvillette gave you the liberty of riding his cock however you wanted but now the bounce of your hips were forcibly halted with a singular arm around your waist. neuvillette’s free hand dug itself amongst your hair, tugging at the roots to assert a wordless power.

with your hips stilled and body flushed against his own, you braced yourself from the merciless ramming of his hips. heated moans that once filled the office now silenced with a passionate, rough kiss—wet lips chasing one another, biting, and sucking. the change in your lover’s pace caused you to tighten your grip around his other cock, earning a fervent moan from neuvillette to slip in between the messy make out. neuvillette may solely be associated to the nation of many waters but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be as burning and fervid like the land of pyro—a blazing flame inside him that could only be fuelled by you.

the chair beneath the iudex groaned and screeched with each sinful thrust, driving his cock deeper and deeper into your slicked walls until you felt him in your stomach—unable to sufficiently pleasure the other cock in your grasp as your body bounced and jolted with his hips. neuvillette kept his lips on your own, making the room spin a little from the lack of oxygen; kissing and nipping at your swollen lips with such desire, even going as far as shoving his tongue past them.

with each passing second and his unfaltering pace, stars slowly crept into your vision, muscles tightening, and toes curling at your impending orgasm. as if on cue, neuvillette pulled his lips away, hand that was once tangled in your hair now resting on your nape, “look at me. .” he panted, his lustful lilac gaze tracing over your cock-drunk face. “look at me while you indulge yourself in immeasurable pleasure, ma belle. . s’ naughty for me, my little temptress, aren’t you?”

neuvillette loved watching the way your face contorted in pleasure while you come around his cock—eyes rolled back, and lips parted to let out such naughty noises; the way your body shivered with sensitivity as intense pleasure kissed down your spine, it was enough for him to come as well. an ardent moan of your name echoed throughout the walls of his office as neuvillette generously emptied himself into you.

scandalous and improper it may be for the iudex to fuck you in his sacred office—where all court files were stored away—he could never deny his lover.

#zhonglism ༄#neuvillette #genshin impact #neuvillette smut #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #neuvillette x y/n #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #smut #mdni

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chiara-hotel · 13 days

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𝒟𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓂

Characters: Blade, Dan Heng, Robin, Jingliu

Warnings: Pre-plotline Jingliu (back in the quintet, spoilers for various quests, penacony spoilers (Robin), Pre-plotline & during plotline Robin, Small spoilers for Luofu questline(?) (Jingliu)

Part 2 Here: (w/Aventurine, Acheron & Boothill)

Fic: Fluff, Headcannons if you date them, Honkai Star Rail

- Main love languages is gift giving & acts of service

- Whenever he’s on a mission and sees something that reminds him of you he immediately buys it

- As for acts of service well he’ll help you out all the time, cooking, cleaning, opening the door for you etc.

- A quieter person also, but blade enjoys just sitting there and listening to you ramble on about life

- Most times you do a bunch of things and then blade follows you around like a little lost puppy… Its adorable

- Cuddles are not uncommon but not common either-it really depends on blades current mood for if he decides to cuddle with you (or if you ask him 100 times)

- Blade gets both Jealous & Possessive quite easily

- All it takes is one look from a man, not even suggestively, even if it’s looking at you for 0.5 of a second, blade is already on their throats

- It did depend on who you prefer to date, if you only like males he’s a little less jealous around women, although if you like both he’d ready to murder everyone in the world

- Blade doesn’t show much emotion, often you can’t figure out what he’s thinking

- His favourite date spots include picnic dates or small cafe dates

- Remember he’s a wanted criminal so he can’t go anywhere too public, that said he dislikes PDA a lof

- Blade would rather keep any affections between the two of you only, not even for the other stellaron hunters to see

- Some gifts Blade gives you include souvenirs from different worlds he goes to, a sword to protect yourself (if you need it) and some cute stuffed animals he saw that reminded him of you

- Hes the quiet type in the relationship most of the time

- Likes affection in private, but in public he loves kisses (on the cheek, or small kisses on his lips), hugs or even holding hands

- Cuddles are his favourite, he doesn’t care too much in who hugs who

- Especially loves physical touch & giving you gifts

- Its adorable seeing your face light up when he gives you something

- You both have a shared room in the express so most of the time you both just cuddle while you sleep

- Loves forehead kisses, especially when you give them-it makes him blush every single time

- During the trailblaze mission of the Luofu he tried avoiding you in his Imbibitor Lunae form (but he knows he can’t hide forever and you guys have to fight together so you end up seeing it)

- His tail gives away his emotions away whenever hes in that form (its adorable)

- Oh and March is your #1 shipper

- Shes gotten a lot of pictures of the two of you when you guys weren’t looking

- Robin is similar to the other two, fairly quiet in the relationship

- As a popular singer you attend all of her concerts and help give her some luck

- As well as calm her nerves when needed

- Loves cuddling! Its her favorite pastime (small spoon)

- Physical touch means a lot to her, cuddling, handholding, hugging, anything

- In public Robin loves holding your hand, keeping you close to her

- In private, she enjoys cuddling you, hugs again, but she adores when you touch her wings (watch her get all flustered from that)

- Also enjoys giving you gifts

- Many of her fans adore you, some are very jealous though…

- Speaking of jealousy she doesn’t get too jealous-if you spend too long ignoring her though she’ll start sulking just a little bitbit

- Her fans are definitely jealous at you both, they wish they were in your place all of the time

- You’ve met Sunday plenty of times, the first time you both met he threatened you if anything happens to her

- But he understands how much his sister loves you and ends up accepting you

- When Robin “dies” in the Penacony dreamscape you and Sunday teamup to find the murderer as the ultimate duo

- Of course he makes you do most of the labor

- In the end, you end up like Sunday when you both confront Gallagher

- Jingliu adores her partner

- Naturally, the other 4 members of the quintet love you aswell-you often hangout with eachother

- Jing Yuan tells you stories about Jingliu on missions, Yinqing is quiet yet you both chat about smaller things like food or tea, Dan Feng is most likely the busiest out of the 4

- Around the Quintet Jingliu doesn’t mind if you hug her, hold her waist, hold hands or even kiss

- Most likely she’ll have her arm around your waist to keep you close

- Other than the quintet, she generally doesn’t do any actions of PDA except hand holding (+ an occasional kiss)

- She actually isn’t a jealous person, even if she is (which never happens), shes great at hiding how she truly feels

- With her, you’ll wake up to her arms around you, forcing you to sleep and stay with her longer

- One adorable thing she does is she always kisses you on the forehead before leaving for a mission

- As she returns from a mission, she is often tired and loves to cuddle you

- In those moments shes a small spoon-but usually Jingliu perfers being the big spoon

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sully-s · 2 months

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Batman Quest To Get A Birkin Bag

Ok so I have a very indulgent, SuperBats head fanfic that keeps me company on days that I forget to charge my earphones while walking my dog and to bore my wonderfully accommodating friends over dinner.

Long story short it’s a character study about Clark after his death. Doomsday kills him becuase we do not subscribe to Synder movies in this household.

Mostly its about Bruce grieving and reflecting on his ten+ year marriage with the man of steel with a large helping of the Justice League members bonding and finally getting to know Bruce and in turn Clark. (Kal never really got to say specifics about his life because Bruce wanted to keep his identity secret therefore a lot of Clark's life was private.)

For most of the fic Clark’s dead. But I'm one for angst with a happy ending so he comes back. How he comes back I have all kinds of versions but I just want to share this really silly one that I’m slightly obsessed with.

It’s about two years after Clark died. Currently, Bruce and Hal are off-world for a two-month mission. Shortly after they leave the League are battling some sorcerer who's in possession of a Jinn. During the battle two of the three wishes are used and at the end it's Flash who gets to use the last one.

He wishes for Clark to be revived back to life.

Jinn says he can't do that

Flash thinks of course just like in Aladdin you can't bring the dead back, make someone fall in love or wish for more wishes.

The Jinn is like how dare you think that's not within my power of course I can bring back the dead, I can't bring back Superman because Clark's not dead. he's just in his grave too weak to break out of his grave due to the lack of sunlight.

Flash hears this and immediately rushes over to dig up Kal.

The next month and a half are all about Clark adjusting to the changes over the last three years (Like having a new kid at the manor: Tim) Meeting new members (Green Arrow, Martian Man Hunter), and really bonding with his teammates ect.

While waiting for Bruce's return Clark asks Barry what he'd like.

Barry is confused

Clark clarifies that Barry was able to bring back one of Bruce's loved ones “to life.“ That’s never happened and for a man like Bruce who loves deeply for his family he going to be very grateful and he will not take “I’m just glad I could help” for an answer. So Barry needs to think of something or Batman will.

Barry doesn't know what to ask for but knows that Bruce is rich. He figures this would be a great time to get that designer bag that Iris always wanted but they could never justify ever buying. (Listen I don’t know if Iris is a designer girly but in this fic she really just likes this one bag.)

So Bruce and Hal get back and after the big celebration party, the JL held for Clark and Bruce's reunion. Bruce approaches Barry thanks him and asks if there’s anything he can do.

Thinking Barry is going to ask for a house, pull some strings with his Brucie persona so he can better his life at his job or status. Maybe ask for Bruce to fund or set up a wellness program for people in Central City.

But Barry is just like: Uh well Iris has always liked this bag.

And Bruce is thinking Really Barry You brought the love of my life back to life I’d move mountains (without Clark’s help) for you and you want some designer bag for your wife?

Bruce: Do you have a picture?

And as soon as Barry shows him the bag Bruce knows moving mountains would be so much easier.

The bag Barry wants to get is a Birkin Bag.

Now if you know anything about Birkin bags 1. they’re stupid expensive. 2. If you can afford one that doesn't mean you get to buy one. Hermes the company that makes them has this irate practice that you have to work up a good relationship with the store and the sales associates in said store to even get the privilege to buy a Birkin (usually by buying a ton of other Hermes products you don’t want.) Sometimes you buy half the store but if you’re not a high-profile client or they don't like your image they just brush you off and postpone your chance to ”buy” a Birkin. And if you do all of the above prerequisites You don't even get to pick the bag they "give" you one. Want a pink colorway? Sorry here's lime green you're welcome.

Now Barry has no knowledge of any of this and just thinks a Birkin is just some overpriced bag. The problem is Iris only likes this one colorway ( Size 35cm, Red Alligator Exterior, Gold hardware, Yellow Slik interior ect.)

This is going to be near impossible.

But In Bruce's mind, Flash did the impossible in bringing back Clark (Bruce thinks Clark was wished back to life because that's the story everyone is sticking to. Because the emotional trauma of letting Bruce know that Clark was alive the whole time rotting away in a grave for 2 years is not on anyone’s todo list.) So he will get this bag Even if it kills him. He's the goddamn Batman.

And all this lead up is to what I'm actually obsessed with

I just love the idea that Bruce is running around Brucie-ing it up to try to get in Hermes' good graces but his image of being a drunk playboy is activity stopping him from buying any bag.

He calls up the Daily Planet and starts setting up all these puff PR-boosting articles to up his image. Which starts rumors becuase Burce Wayne doesn’t do interviews so why now?

Gotham elite catches wind that Burcie Wayne wants a Birkin richest man in America can't get one. So they all start getting Birkins. They ware them to his galas, just to troll Burcie. The elite jump on the waitlist inflating the list to stupid long. Hermes starts to wear the exclusivity of Brucie Wayne as a sign of good taste and prestige. Bruce searches the second-hand market and can't find the colorway Iris's wants.

Bruce goes undercover as a worker for a local Hermes store to become his own sales associate just so he can get around the prejudices of Bruce Wayne image and start racking up a sales history. (He just selling and buying to himself lol.)

So Bruce is playing a luxury salesman using his background of old money and Alfred’s butlering to woo potential buyers. Working his first retail job ever. Having to suck up to management so he can plead his case about Bruce Wayne. Using his access to get informed on what bags are currently available, who’s on the waitlist, where they rank, and criteria on how and what moves you up the list ect.

After months and becoming the number one salesman, he makes his case to allow Brucie Wayne to buy a bag.

It’s declined.

So he switches tactics.

He just makes a new cover as a recently won lottery winner looking to burn cash and wants to burn it with Hermes. And starts a new sale history. Using all of his knowledge and intel about what gets you on the waiting list.

He gets stonewalled a few times by former co-workers that he gets around by blackmailing them with gossip and infractions he witnessed or was told In confidence when he was a fellow sales associate.

Finally, his lottery winner persona is put on a waitlist. The only problem is he’s at the very bottom.

So what does he do?

He suties up As Batman and starts intimidating all those who are higher on the list than his lottery winner cover rocketing him up the list.

He hits a roadblock when he tries to scrace a woman on the list who doesn’t believe he’s actually Batman becuase “Why would Batman even want with a Birkin?”

Which leads to an escalation that gets him an earful from Superman who’s called to the scene by said woman whos terrified after Batman strings her upside down over the edge of her high-rise penthouse.

Clark offers to buy the bag becuase who wouldn’t want that kinda of PR endorsement?

Which Bruce vittamently refuses becuase it would cheapen the gift.

Finally, after a week of terrorizing wait-listers, his lottery winner persona is “given“ the opportunity to buy a bag.

But disaster strikes when that lucky break he thought he got because he was next on the list was actually bad luck becuase the person was bumped off becuase they bought the bag that Bruce had painfully calculated to purchase which was the only bag that would be made in the next 3 years that has the colorway that Iris wanted.

So Bruce tracks down and comforts the buyer in the dead of night as Batman. The buyer freaks out and says they didn't even want this colorway and really wanted a Caranery yellow ostrich skin colorway and if he could get her that one she'd trade for it.

This leads Bruce to play matchmaker for a series of buyers that have Birken Bags they don't love and would trade for their dream bag. And after months of fetch questing and matching sad Birken owners around the world with their dream bags Bruce he pulls it off. He finally gets a Canary, yellow ostrich skin colorway Birkin bag trades it for Iris’s dream bag. Only to find out it was ruined in a car crash that was caused by an alien invasion 2 months before that the JL had a particularly nasty time with and it was Bruce’s Batmobile that was thrown into her parked car.

The bag is a mess the zipper borken, missing hardware, leather scratched. But Bruce so done with everything accepts the trade and takes it back to the cave. Where he proceeds to 3D scan the bag then composite a CAD model and starts to collect all the raw components of the bag himself.

Getting only the best materials (much better than what Hermes was using) Talking to Killer Corc on how to find the best alligator pelts. Flying to India to personally pick out the red dye for the color. Mining the gold for the hardware from an asteroid that was threatening the Watchtower.

After he has everything Bruce proceeds to by hand construct an exact replica of Iris's dream bag. Essentially making the most over-budgeted fake to exist. Where he finally gives it to Barry (who has no inkling of the time and effort Bruce has put into this side project that has taken the better part of a whole year) who jokes in saying “Oh wow takes 12 months to run to the store huh?”

#Shit I'm never going to write #Fic Idea rambling #Silly Ideas #Superbat #The Flash #Batman #Superman #Burcie Wayne #bruce wayne #Messing Around #DCAU #Stupidly long #I'm great at parties ;)

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“later,” he said—no, he promised. later he promised to apologize. later he promised it'll be alright. later gojo promised to talk it out yet again meaningless promises are meant to be broken. like a jigsaw puzzle piece to its board, they fit in well. no one cares about promises that were spat out to ease the fuel, is what he thinks. at the end of the day, if it's not important it'll end up passing like a leaf floating through the wind. to bother and not be bothered: the rules by which gojo carries on his life.

he bothers with the quests that are deemed important and alarming to him. if such fails to pass this, they will be discarded—much like the “argument” that took place last night. he doesn't recall anything that happened. other than meeting heads with the couch, there really isn't any details from the prior night that sticks out to him.

much to his disappointment, there's the prickling feeling that he did something wrong and has yet to make ends meet for it. did i fuck up somewhere? he wonders. a pout and furrowed eyebrows welcome themselves as he takes his precious time trying to figure out what or who he wronged.

he's yet to find the answer. not bothering with it any longer, he pops two painkillers dry and makes his way to your shared bedroom, unaware of you who's been in a horrible mood ever since. scratching the back of his head, he walks around confused. in his front view is you, who looks stressed even though you're asleep. the dried trails of tears deepen his confusion. just how hungover was i? he questions, oblivious to the blunt fact that it's him who caused it all.

“hey,” gojo whispers, softly shaking your body to jerk you awake. it doesn't work, so he continues until you're conscious. as soon as he sees movement from you, he stops, placing his hand stationary on your hip. watching you twist and turn, he's caught by surprise when you flick his hand away. are you mad? upset? sick? he has no knowledge of what or why you're like this.

“baby? did i do something? what's wrong?” throwing questions at you, his face contorts into confusion and worry. what's going on with you? why won't you communicate? he has many questions that only fuel your anger. does he really not remember? was it truly just like a fly buzzing around his food? is he really that self-centered? no—you know he's not but was your so called “argument” that useless to him? unbelievable.

you try your best to ignore him, really, but his bothersome behavior will either make him see his deity or see the life of being single once again. your tolerance level lowers each time you hear his voice. at this moment, you truly dislike this man. whoever wants to call you sensitive can kiss your ass. you rightfully have every right to seethe with dislike towards gojo.

“can you STOP?!” emerging from under the covers, you look at gojo. oh, how sweet he looks. so sweet yet so rotten.

taken back, gojo raises his hands in defense. if you don't at least hint to him what happened, he's going to go insane.

“what demon possessed you today?” “fuck you.”

you give no more than two words and a middle finger to him. you're too salty at the truth—the truth of him not remembering anything. not even what happened moments before he fell asleep. you're kind of sad, honestly. you love him a lot and it does hurt.

“do you not recall..?” it's your turn to question him. with the softest voice possible, you look at him, eyes wavering to observe his reaction. you hope he at least lies. the truth hurts and you're definitely not in the mood to accept it.

“... recall what?”

oh, alright. you knew he was drunk, but not that drunk. can't blame him but that's exactly what you're going to do. he just cannot act so innocently. he can't. who does that?! not anyone with a sense shame, that's for sure—but who is gojo satoru to feel such tiny things?

sighing, you turn your back to him, making sure to cover your entire body with the duvet. the longer you acknowledge him, the faster your violent tendecies will take over. although you're disturbed, you still have to speak to him, it's a habit, unfortunately, “do not bother me, gojo.”

offended and shocked being his two most dominant emotions today, he raises an eyebrow, ready to drop another question as if it's a pop-up quiz, “what do you mean by that?”

—

minutes and hours pass by and gojo's still hosting that offended expression. really, it's the only emotion he's been feeling ever since he graced the house with his presence. today might just be the day he buries himself in search for eternal rest. when it comes to others' problems, he will be there as if he's a superhero, but his? oh, his new name might just be master deflector three thousand. gojo has a complex—it's not a god complex, rather, it's a how-do-i-face-my-emotional-demons complex. he masks everything with a joke and confidence but never permit that to steer you away from who he truly is. not a god, just gojo satoru.

gojo's alone now, sinking into his thoughts as he remembers how you left earlier. another argument occurred and just like last night, he mirrored his actions—though completely unknown to him, you clearly remember it all. the same nonchalant way he waved you off, the way he oozed of attitude as he rolled his eyes, the same way his voice dominated when he finally reaches his limit.

sipping on his glass, he pokes his inner cheek with his tongue, salty at the scene replaying in his mind. unable to contain your violent tendecies, your eyes took over as tears overflowed from the rims. you didn't shout, didn't hit, didn't throw anything—just took a deep breathe in and walked away with a sour smile.

gojo's eyes trailed your figure, watching your figure disappear without care. like always, he believes it'll be alright. he's sure that all you need is space and you'll come back. gojo believes in a simple apology being the bandaid to the injury, which is why his eyes bulged when you came into view with a bag or two.

gojo's body immediately dashed to yours from his position almost leaving a cartoonish dust trail behind him. his hand grips against yours, pulling your body closer to his. clenching his jaw, he questions—no, demands, “where are you going?”

a stuttering breath escapes from you, too exhausted to have anything else to say, you give him an acceptable answer, “away from you, obviously.”

his grip tightens, the same feeling from the moment he woke up swirls arounds. his stomach feels like a bottomless pit, the sick feeling just never ends. annoyed at your constant deflecting, the tone of his voice changes but he never raises the volume.

“fucking stop it and tell me.”

no response. he doesn't get the response he wants, but he does receive you wriggling your arm out from his grip. holding your arm to your chest, it stings as his fingerprints disappear within a blink. gojo hates it. he hates the look of disgust in your eyes. he despises what's happening. he despises that something happened before all this and he can't, for the love of him, remember anything.

uncomfortable silence dominates. you're avoiding every attempt of eye contact and gojo's eyes scan your features. she's uncomfortable, he thinks. his heart may as well shatter into separated atoms. his eyes dull in color, slowly backing away from you as he turns his back to you again. dumping his body on the couch, he rests his head on his palm, waving you off with simple words, “go if you want, leave as you wish. i'm done.”

oh okay, a bitter taste envelops your cells, he's done. loosely holding your bags, you drag your feet to the door, looking back at him for one more, one more chance to confirm if you should leave or not. his slumped figure gives you all the confirmation you need. with that, you leave. taking two steps out, you speak with a low voice, praying that he'll hear it.

“bye-bye, satoru.”

gojo raises two fingers, showing you that he heard you well. waiting for the door to click, he leans his head back on the couch, finally allowing himself to succumb to his feelings. every negative emotion and its synonym engulfs him, feeding off of his body and draining him clean of any optimism. is it over? he doesn't know. he hopes it's not. never did he ever want to let you slip through that door but what could he have done? it was more than evident that you were uncomfortable with him. he just can't be selfish and keep you.

maybe he's malfunctioning but there's very much little beads of tears forming in his eyes. it's been a rather long day so why not let it out? comforting in the feeling of the liquid sliding down the sides of his face, he forces back any vocal sound of his cries. he'll rather sink into silence than to do anything else.

#+ rizsu: jujutsu kaisen.#my booboo bear thats now a mass murderer like his bestie or wtv #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru angst #jjk angst

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rosequarzo · 29 days

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Hii, I saw your post saying you want requests for Aventurine, but your pinned says you don't accept requests atm.. I'm just gonna send this one in and if you don't want it you can ignore it ofc :33

Scenario with Aventurine where he (or someone else) handcuffs him to the reader so they have to stay close for a few days but the reader (lightheartedly) hates every second of it?

chained to love.

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“This has to be the worst day of my life,” you deadpanned, staring or more like glaring at the offending item; a pair of handcuffs.

It just so happens that Aventurine and you were sent on a mission to collect debt from someone in Penacony. One thing led to another and both of you got into some trouble, only to end up with a handcuff wrapped around your wrists. Speaking of the infamous gambler, he merely lets out a heartful laugh and pats you on your back, ignoring the scowl of disdain thrown his way. He was unfazed with his situation, which makes you wonder if he had foreseen this beforehand.

“Now don’t say that! With me by your side, I’m sure your life will be much more interesting!” He chirps.

You merely let out an exasperated sigh, feeling a headache coming your way.

“(Name).”

Silence.

“(Name), wake up,” Aventurine’s soft voice woke you up from your much-needed beauty sleep.

Groaning, you reluctantly opened your eyes and the first thing you saw was his face unusually close to yours. Heck, you could even count the number of eyelashes due to your proximity. The sudden closeness was enough to fully wake you up. You jumped, only to end up roughly knocking your forehead against his. Both of you yelped in pain, clutching your heads and Aventurine lightly chuckled as he rubbed the now sore spot.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up but I need to use the toilet so…” His voice trailed off, hoping you could read between the lines.

Your eyes widened comically. “No.”

“Well, it’s not like you have a say in this so, let’s go!” He laughed, easily dragging you off the bed and what happens afterwards is something you will take to your grave.

You were so used to doing everything alone with peace and quiet engulfed around you that having Aventurine lending you a helping hand was something you couldn’t get used to. What would have taken you many hours to complete certain tasks resulting in you finishing them within the span of an hour or so. Initially, you were surprised with the amount of knowledge the man possesses but then again, there was a reason why he was handpicked by Diamond; due to his charismatic personality and the way he handles matters.

“Hello? Earth to (Name)? Are you still there?”

You blinked, returning to reality when Aventurine waved his gloved hand in front of your face. One quick sweep around your surroundings indicates that you were in your office, with your desk filled with nonstop towering piles of papers that required your attention. Sighing, you leaned back in your seat and used your free hand to rub the space between your eyes.

“I’m done, there’s no way I can finish all these,” you complained, tiredly gesturing at the papers standing before you.

You were oblivious to how his features softened when he heard your complaint. Your body froze when you felt his hand gently caressing your head and you didn’t dare to look up, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“It’s fine, I’ll help you out. Trust me, we can finish them by today,” he murmurs, sounding extremely confident in his words.

The next few hours passed in a blink of an eye and true enough, you had completed your dreadful paperwork. Thrilled, you didn’t think twice and gave Aventurine a bone-crushing hug, letting out a relief laugh as you did so.

“Thank you so much! Now I can finally take a break!” You exclaimed, unaware of how he went stiff in your grip and how his ears flushed red.

When he was there to help you with your workload, you would have to repay the favor by being dragged to attend events with him. Both of you managed to conceal the handcuffs from the public’s view by wearing long sleeves, not wanting baseless rumors to spread. Due to how close you stuck to him, people mistook you as his plus one. And you hated how you didn’t mind the thought of it.

“...is this person? I’ve never seen them before.”

You parted your lips, ready to introduce yourself but Aventurine was faster. He smoothly slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer until you were snugly pressed against his side. His sudden action elicited a startled look from you but he ignored you, choosing to focus on the stranger and gave them his signature charismatic smile.

“This is my lover; (Name) and we’ve recently got together,” he lied through his teeth. If it weren’t for how long you had known him, your cover would have been exposed on the spot.

“Oh, that’s great news! Wishing the both of you luck on your relationship and hopefully we’ll be receiving a wedding invitation soon!” They teased, earning laughter from all of you.

Once the event was over and you retreated to the privacy of your room, you turned to face him. “Aventurine, what was that for? Why did you tell them that I’m your partner?”

“Hm? Does it matter that much to you?” He hums, struggling to remove his coat and you end up helping him out, gently tugging down the other end with your free hand.

“...What if I say yes? What would you do?” You muttered under your breath but your voice was audible enough for him to pick up.

“I would be pleased, because that’s what I was hoping you would say,” he fully turns to face you, giving you a small but genuine smile.

Both of you held eye contact but you were the first one to break it, feeling shy out of a sudden. Aventurine chuckles, reaching out to cup your chin with one hand, forcing you to look at him once again. It was then you realized he had long removed his glasses, revealing his eyes to you. You had always found his eyes mesmerizing, longing for the times when you could stare at them forever.

Your gaze, filled with a mixture of longing and vulnerability, locked with Aventurine's intense stare. You could feel the heat of his gaze, a tangible force that drew you closer with each passing heartbeat. In his eyes, you saw a reflection of your own yearning; a shared longing that resonated deep within your soul.

Aventurine's expression softened, a rare vulnerability shining through the mask he often wore. In the depths of his gaze, you glimpsed a depth of emotion you had never seen before; a raw, unfiltered longing that mirrored your own. With a subtle shift in your positions, you leaned in closer, drawn inexorably towards each other as if by some invisible force. The air between you crackled with tension, thick with the promise of what was to come.

And then, in a moment that seemed to stretch on for eternity, their lips finally met in a tender, passionate kiss. The kiss was sweet and short; similar to a promise for a long and fulfilling future with one another. You rested your foreheads against one another and you were the first to break the silence.

“So, does this mean we really are lovers now?” You murmured.

“I guess to,” his eyes twinkled in evident happiness at how you returned his feelings.

Clink!

You glanced down, surprised to see the handcuff now on the floor. Your eyes averted back to Aventurine, only to see him holding a key in his hand. It didn’t take you long to pierce the dots together and you shot him a glare.

“Seriously? You had the key on you the entire time and you chose not to use it!?”

“Haha! I wanted to see you suffer- wait, darling, what are you doing?”

“I’m giving you three seconds to run.”

#୨୧ magazine articles #honkai star rail #star rail imagines #star rail x reader #aventurine imagines #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #aventurine x y/n #aventurine fluff

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shinygoldstar · 9 months

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all the terrible terrible things that happened in DP but got glossed over because it's a cartoon show (aka the source of all the phandom's horror inspirations)

Dissection (mentioned several times. attempted by Maddie Masters although it was more of a threaten for answers kind of thing. also attempted by Vlad to determine why Dani lasted longer than other clones)

Brainwash (Plantwash by Undergrowth via invasive plant tentacles, Musicwash by Ember's music)

Possession (out of context of cartoon shows, if someone loses autonomy to an unknown someone else controlling their body, this would be terrifying. this happened on massive scale in this cartoon show several times and more frequently on smaller scale) (Freakshow's red orb staff fits here more than in the Brainwash section)

Spectra's quest for immortal youth (because this is a kid's show, instead of bathing in virgin's blood for immortal youth like Bathory, Spectra made do with binging on teenagers' emotions. depression isn't a joke but Spectra hands it out like candy)

Can it be gore if there's no red? all the ghosts that were implied to have been caught by the Fentons, the GIW, and Vlad for the purpose of experimentation to develop their ectoequipments (bonus: the melted Danny clones that were implied sentient and aware)

Dehumanization (all the ghost hunters did this to validate their actions. Vlad where did you draw your mental line between the melted Danny clones and the prime clone?)

the Mutant Food (the Fentons are lucky that those things haven't gained enough intelligence to take over their weapon stash yet. re: crab with a knife)

Cannibalism?? (this one is debatable since all the materials in ghost zone are made out of ectoplasm, are all ghosts the same species? where's the line drawn at?)

OSHA violations (let's see.. resulted in the creation of Vlad Plasmius, Danny Phantom, mutant food. possibly an on-going process of creating a haunted FentonWorks except Danny is already haunting FW.) (also ectoplasm glows. is it radioactive? highly mutagenic- see: mutant food. the Fentons claims their ectoweapons are safe but they're wearing hazmats, the people they sometimes accidentally shoot ectoplasmic goo at don't have hazmat protective suits) (do they have proper disposal protocols? or are they polluting Amity Park with highly mutagenic and likely radioactive ectoplasm?)

Technus' world domination (why wait for AI domination like skynet and the matrix when we have Technus)- this one is underutilized plot but Technus can become a high level threat without proper counter (reminder: he had access to nuclear weapons for a hot minute)

the Plasmius-Phantom merge into Dan/Dark Danny/Dark Phantom (they just merged grieving kid's soul with the soul of an old man obsessed with the kid's mom, is it any wonder that they didn't come out sane?)

Danny's repeated deaths (death by portal zap count: 2)

the time GIW tried to nuke Ghost Zone (and consequently, the Reality out of sheer ignorance)

The reblog with Vlad's list of crimes here

#danny phantom #there's plenty more but the list got pretty long

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mayullla · 1 year

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Quest SideStory: A Broken Wife

Character(s): Slime (Original Work/Unnamed Char) Summary: Married yet alone, you thought it would stay like this for a long time. An arranged marriage. It would actually continue to be like till you dropped a bottle where inside trapped a monster. Tags/Warnings: fantasy jrpg like universe, fem!reader, suggestive themes (both non-consensual and dubious kissing, touching), possession (not reader), mentions of cheating (not done by reader), Stockholm syndrome (broken!reader), dubious consent, toxic relationships, imprisonment, emotional manipulation, 5k words

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He was a greedy man. In an arranged marriage, you still thought that you got lucky when you first met him. A kind man was what you thought him to be as you two awkwardly greeted each other. He treated you kindly and was a gentleman that you thought that even if this man was who you didn't love, you thought that you would do as you became his wife.

His soft smile as he asked for your hand, kissing it softly when you both first greeted each other. How he spoiled you already with words you thought he was gentle.

Really it was a delusional thought.

So quickly did he change, in front of others he treated you as someone he loves dearly yet in the privacy of your home he would drop that mask, his face almost uncaring and his words cold and manipulative. You were just a piece of item that was presented in a deal between your father who only looks at you as something he could sell and benefit from and your now husband a rich merchant who looked at you as a connection to your father, same as your father to him you were just an object.

Too quickly you have become used to this reality, your life hopeless from the start as your father nor your mother cared about your situation.

You stopped begging your mother to help you from the man who you knew didn't love you, a workaholic, and has eyes for other women. Yet you were only slapped harshly on the face as your mother berated you for your disloyalty to your husband. It was from then on that you knew you could not get out of this... when the people who were your family didn't care about you when the people outside were only jealous of you, and while others held respect for your husband unlike you.... a housewife who was lucky enough to find such a spoiling husband.

In a sense, he did spoil you... you knew he felt guilty when there were days he could not look at you in the eyes. It seems that he tries to cover all his guilt with material presents whenever he can. You have drawers and boxes filled with pretty dresses and pieces of jewelry. How he uses his words to try to make himself look just a little bit better and make you agree.

But this was not what you wanted. He and you knew both knew that.

Hopeless, you thought as you lifelessly woke up every day, forcing yourself to get up. You tried so desperately to look at the good, that your husband never raised a hand over you even if his words were like a snake sometimes coiling around your neck as he thank you for being so lovely. Thankful for the many benefits he had bought you from marrying him, ignoring the other problems. You can only nod. A smile doesn't reach your eyes as he went on that you were nothing without him.

When he was gone or if he was right beside you, you thought that most of everything was lifeless except a few things.

The plants that you took care of, small pots on the window sill that you planted from seed where you only small delights in your life. Your husband didn't care much for your hobby, but he did get a few flower seed packs as a gift, a smile on his face as people all looked in adoration of this lovely gesture.

Silently, you cleaned the house and cooked for yourself and your husband every so often you would go out to the market for groceries. You didn't spend much money on luxuries as your wardrobe was already full of dresses and accessories that your husband has bought for you to create an image that he was so in love with you and to push away the guilt.

Dusting the living room, you were cleaning a shelf that was full of items that were placed there for a show when guests visit. Most things were items gotten from adventurers, item drops from monsters, or rare dried plants. Items that he sold or traded with the other adventurers.

Your mind was in a daze, so busy cleaning the glass frames in the back of the shelf that you hit a jar with your elbow. Your heart raised as you tried to make a grab for it, but you were too slow as you watched the jar thankfully not shatter or break. However, the cork popped open from the jar as you watched black sludge slowly seep out.

You thought you could save it before it could touch the floor and dirty itself, you didn't want to make your husband upset at what you have done yet when you saw the sludge flinch and pull itself back into the jar you pulled your hands away, your heart on your throat.

"What..." You pushed yourself away from the jar in panic as you wondered what your husband had brought home without telling you.

"What are you?" You tinted your head at the moving sludge that slowly crawled out the lid when it realized that you would not do anything to hurt it. You were scared if not freaked out on what this thing was, yet you could not do anything as you watched it weakly trying to move. Little by little at a time. Just what did your husband buy...

Slowly you watched the slime reach out from far away a plant in your home, a small plant that you took to growing from seed was sitting on the window sill. Looking at it and then at the slime you threw your cautiousness out the window as you cut a leaf from your plant and carefully tossed the leaf into the slime.

You watched as the slime reached out, taking the leaf and pushing it within its body. Your eyes widened as you watched the leaf slowly break down with the liquid body.

"Are you hungry?" You asked cautiously. It wobbled a little as if nodding at your words. Standing up you quickly went to the kitchen without letting the slime out of your sight you grab a few cut vegetables from the cutting board and placed them near the slime watching it slowly eat them one by one.

You watched it slowly before a little more alive than before, which was hard to explain really as the slime was feature less without eyebrows or a mouth to tell its emotion but you suppose it jiggling its body a lot more compared to before is its way to show that it was happy?

You seriously need to know why a live slime was trapped in the jar sitting quietly on the shelf. Slimes are a common monster in the wild, but if you were not wrong, they were of a different color of blues and greens and rare ones of pinks that you saw in books. You never heard of black slimes...

Somehow, you managed to push the slime back into the bottle and place the cork back. Placing the jar back into the shelf, you waited for your husband to come. Thankfully, you needed to wait for only a bit more as you watched the sun go down.

"What is that?" You asked your husband who boredly looked at you and then at the jar that he brought home a few days ago. "It is a certain species of slime. I got that from a traveler who ended up in one of the deeper parts of the monster-infested areas and grabbed it." He told you in a monotone voice as he went back to eating.

"Why did you buy it?" You asked curiously only to receive a glare. It seems that he wasn't in the mood today. "Why? Am I not allowed to buy what I want with my money?" You flinched at his cold voice but shook your head. "N-no... I was just curious about its use."

His embarrassed face when he realized what you meant as he looked away and sighed, annoyed. "It is nothing really... slime has a variety of uses sometimes in the materials in building houses but also stuff like aphrodisiacs. The slime I bought is more of a special kind, as most slimes are mainly green or blue that are near human settlements, rare few are pink. That one is black due to its habitat being deep within the monster forests that no travelers are usually crazy enough to dare to travel. It is more potent than the other slimes. I was thinking of selling it at a higher price to a buyer."

Nodding, you glance at the slime again as you wondered if your husband knew that it was alive when he suddenly stood up from his seat, leaving the table. "I am not hungry anymore. I am tired from work, so I am gonna sleep first. Goodnight." He left before you could even say a word.

You were left alone in the kitchen, and the only sounds were your husband's steps walking away which grew smaller and smaller. It was silent as you ate alone, quiet when you took all the dishes away. You were used to this silence.

Washing the dishes after breakfast, your husband had already left early for work. The sun was up as you finished wiping the dishes. Looking at the remaining food that was left, you placed all of them on one plate as you headed towards the living room where the slime was kept on a shelf. You wondered if this was right if you should even be doing this, but as you watched the slime move inside the jar you opened it.

"Here you go." You said softly at the slime, letting it slide off the jar into the plate. The slime was first cautious but quickly started eating soon leaving nothing on the plate. "Good job." You whispered, laughing as you pat the slime with one finger, the slime bobbed as if happy from your pats. "One must not waste food, okay? hehe..."

Every day when your husband leaves home not coming back till late at night you would let the slime out of its jar letting it eat the leftover food that was left as you watched the chunks slowly break apart till there was nothing left but a clear black tinted slime. And when you grow to trust it a little, you let it move freely but only within your eyesight. The monster had also grown attached to you as it cling to your fingers hoping that you would continue to spoil it and attention and before your husband would come home you would place it back into its jar and pretend that nothing ever happened.

"Ah, don't touch them!" You said in surprise when it tried to go near the post of flowers you were caring for. Worried that it would eat them, you scooped the slime into your hand and took it farther from the flower pots. "You are not allowed to eat them, okay? I will be sad if you do." You told it. The ripple it made as if surprised at your words and then only to flatten could not help but make you giggle.

"You are such a cute thing. Are all slimes like you?" You asked curiously at the blob of slime."Slimes are common monsters, but since I live indoors most of my life, I have rarely a chance to see a monster for myself." You told it, it rolled to the side a little as it was trying to re-enact how a human would tilt their head thinking.

"I wonder if you could eat meat..." You handed a piece of stripped chicken from your leftovers immediately. The slime hugged your hand that held the food as you watched the chicken slowly disappear in its body, yet your own hand was without a scratch.

"Ehh?" You looked at the corner of the wardrobe, once filled with many boxes you thought of cleaning however when you finally got all the boxes out of the dark and went to grab a cloth you returned to a clean, dustless place with the slime right in the middle of the furniture. "Did you eat the dust?" You asked, you got your answer in a form of a squish-like sneeze from the slime.

"You shouldn't pull my skirt!" You slightly yelled, startled in surprise. As it tugged your skirt, the slime was definitely hungry and was begging you for food, but you didn't think it would pull on your skirt so suddenly!

"Do you want to go out?" You asked when you saw it still near a window. "I am sorry, but I can't take you out." It was a monster after all, and if someone saw it, you knew it would be killed right away.

You had created a special bond in a way. It was like your little pet, if not a friend to whom you would tell and vent your frustrations. You didn't think it could understand you, but when it nudged the heal of your foot, you thought it was trying to comfort you...

"Thank you." You said softly, patting it head. It bobs it head again

You thought that this would last longer, a foolish thought, but you hoped. You didn't know that when you were out, your husband would return home so soon planning on grabbing the slime as he had found a buyer.

As you went to the market to buy food for dinner you came back surprised when you saw shoes that belonged to your husband as you wondered why he had come home so early. Well, till you heard a crash and yells. Dropping your bags you ran to your husband's shouts in the living room as your eyes widen in shock the jar that held that black slime was on the floor broken with no slime in sight instead it was on your husband's face clinging as he tried to rip the slime off from his face.

"Get off of me!!" He yelled at the thing that blinded him. You ran towards them as you so desperately tried to help. Only to be harshly shoved by your husband who could not see you.

Your head slammed to the wall, and you blacked out. Darkness slowly took over your eyes. The last thing you heard was your husband's shouting, trying to get the slime off.

You don't remember how much time had passed yet, your eyes slowly open still dizzy from the hit to the head. Yet when you finally got yourself together you could not help but gasp, the living room was a mess with many broken pieces of furniture, the table was flipped to the side, frames fallen from the walls as well as the decorations from the shelf, glass shattered.

Your heart pained when you saw the plants that you took care of, broken pots and roots and soil spilled everywhere. Your husband was dying in the middle of everything nose, ears, eyes, and mouth all leaking this black liquid slime water.

Slowly, you crawled towards him in fear that he might be dead. Placing your hands on his chest desperately, hoping that he was alive, you could only breathe in relief when you felt his breathing. Soft, but it was still there. You placed your head on his chest in relief as you tried to calm yourself, and after a while, you forced your head up again.

Only for your eyes to widen in shock and your blood to run cold when you saw his eyes. As he grabbed your hands sticky from the slime, holding them so tightly that you could not get away. His eyes were love-struck as he looked at you, his tongue slightly out, and his breathing heavier than a few moments ago, and his face flushed red.

He pulled you towards him, your head spinning as he slammed your lips on tip of his as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, exploring it. His eyes were still open as he watched your dulled reaction, weakly desperately trying to push him away but wouldn't let you. When you thought that you would faint again due to your lack of breath, he acted like a staved animal as if he wanted to consume you, and he finally let you go. A trail of spite connected your mouth mixed with black as you stared at him in fear. His short locks that touched the floor you could see looked like they had turned into a black goop at the tips.

You watched as the slime slowly seeped back into his locks. The slime on his ears and face slowly absorbed back into his skin, giving you more evidence that he was truly not your husband... but the black slime that you have taken care of.

What have you done...

He wasn't your husband. He is a monster that took control over your husband's body, and you were scared that it was too late.

You should have screamed then and there if nobody had come to your and your husband's aid the first time this time they would. Yet it didn't let you before you could do anything slime wrapped around your body, holding you tightly as well as your mouth to keep you from screaming. Part of his arms has turned into slime. You yelped in fear as you stared at the man who sat up, a solemn face that you were so familiar with and cold eyes. There was also a hint of something else. Something crazed as he looked at you with those eyes that kept you on edge.

"You shouldn't scream, dear. People would mistake that you and I had a little spat." He smiled.

It was the same voice, the same face, yet the smile was unfamiliar to you. It wasn't that smile that he used in front of others it was more sinister, more lustful. As the rope-like slime was removed from your mouth before you could take a chance to scream again, he attacked your mouth with his.

You don't know how long he kissed you, shoving his tongue into your mouth and exploring your teeth and corners of your mouth. You dont remember his tongue being this long, reaching the back of your mouth so quickly. You don't know when you fainted, but even after it, he never let you go. The moment you opened your eyes again, your hands and legs were tied to the bed. He was in a corner of the room relaxing on an armchair watching you.

"Let me go!! What did you do to my husband?!" You demanded, flinching as he took a step closer to the bed, closer to you. "What do you mean? I am your husband." Not a hint of guilt nor hesitation was obvious in his voice as he smiled at you. The bed creaked when he placed a hand beside your head, while the other started moving your hair from your face, playing with the strands. "It seems you have forgotten about me. How cruel. No matter, I will just have to help you remember."

"For now I should keep you here, we can't have you go around screaming after all." He chuckled, there was excitement in his voice. The fact that he was able to have you here and his almost made him high as he continued to play with your hair uncaring towards the fear in your eyes.

Every day, he spoiled you with affection and adoration. As you were trapped in your own home, he would kiss you not only on your lips but many elsewhere and lovingly hold you in his arms and whisper in your ear his obsession. You tried to fight back, bite his lips when he kissed yours, yet he didn't care and continued in his affections. You tried to push him away, but he was stronger than you even before the monster took over him, and the slime-like ropes held you in your place.

"Hnn.." he groaned when you bit his tongue, yet when you expected the taste of metallic blood, you tasted nothing, instead yelped as he shoved his tongue deeper into your throat, causing you to have a vomit reaction. When you looked at his eyes, they crinkled almost as if smiling. You knew that he was punishing you. Right when you thought you would faint again. He released your lips to let you finally breathe instead, went to kiss your face, and continued his whispers of love.

It broke your mind, and he knew that. It took some time. Little by little, he continued to chip at your sanity. And when you were finally docile enough, quiet in his arms and reliant in his affections, he finally let you go.

Nobody knew what happened. The slime that took over your husband's body took it to work every day, and nobody could have been suspicious. Not even his own personality did they realize there was a flaw. Nobody really noticed you were gone for a while. Though a housewife who didn't have many friends, nobody would. He also made many excuses to make sure nobody looked for you.

He dressed you, before when you preferred something simple he forced you to wear the presents given to you in the past and more now. Dainty lace and cute frills he would dress you with. Kissing you on the lips before leaving for work, it was as if nothing had happened. Nothing was wrong.

"Here you go." Placing a box on your lap, he smiled at you, urging you to open it. Your hands slowly grabbed the ribbons and pulled them carefully. You opened the box and gulped at what you saw. A white laced lingerie something your past husband would definitely never buy you even after marriage. "It reminded me of you when I saw it. After all, I don't think I have spoiled you enough the time we got married." Placing a small kiss on your cheek right below your eyes, "From now on, I will give you everything that you have ever desired and more that you could only think of me."

He played with your mind. The slime that within him you thought was almost innocent after eating the man's memories had become sly. Mixed in with it, love and obsession towards you resulted in this possessive man. This man was kind. His touches were loving and gentle compared to the past, which was nonexistent. You knew that this man wasn't the same man you married instead you had to remind yourself again and again that this man was possessed by a monster that ate your husband's brain, and settled in the curves in it. It took everything away from your husband, his skills, talents, memories... his free will.

"Say ahh." You looked at the food right in front of you, hesitation in your eyes as you were forced to sit on his lap. Your face heated in embarrassment as he told you to open your mouth again. "Didn't you also feed me every day? Why are you so shy, honey?" He chuckled amused by your torment as he asked to open your mouth again. "I won't let you go till you finish all your food, alright? You always say wasting is bad."

You should be screaming. You should be terrified that this slime took over your husband's body and started to act like it was your husband. You felt your mind swirling with madness. Every action was so similar to your husband. The way he walked did not change nor did the manner of his speech change. As if nothing had really changed from the outside view, except... you watched as black goop that was supposed to be a replacement for earwax and eye gunk on his eyes and ears. When you kiss and then separate, you leave a string of saliva mixed with black.

"So cute." He chuckled as he held your face with his hands, breathless you panted after a long tongue kiss that he forced you to after a long day of work. He was the one giving you home after all, your wardrobe full of elegant clothes as he threw away the more simple plain ones, spoiling you with so much affection, yet you wouldn't do the same? Spoil him a little with your attention like you did before. He didn't let you go, holding you tightly towards his body. He knew that you gave you no room to express your thoughts.

Another day, you gave in to his teasing, raising your hands as you hesitantly pulled his face near yours. You have pecked him a couple of times already in his demands and always looked rather satisfied after it, yet it didn't seem to be the case today. When you placed a light kiss on his lips and were about to retreat, he didn't let you and pushed his lips on yours. "Tongue." Short yet annoyed, you saw his eyes and knew that you could not be getting away till you did what he told you. Hesitantly pushed your tongue into his mouth, his own curled around yours and pulled.

"You really shouldn't make such a face. I can only hold myself back so much."

The queen size bed the same bed that he trapped you in usually empty on one side in the past more often than not now had two beings in it, his arms hugging and holding you so tightly as if possessiveness and jealousy were swirling in his mind, angered that you have spoken with another man other than him when you went out with him. You thought your bones would break the way he was holding you, your back facing him he wanted to bring you closer and closer even when there were no gaps left.

"If only I could keep you in a jar whenever we go out. So that no men would notice you and you only have me." Annoyance and frustration were in his tone as you tried to pull away from the slime that strapped you to the bed. "I am so annoyed..."

He acted like he wanted to dig a hole in your heart whether that was physically or mentally you weren't so sure but you didn't doubt he could carve your own heart out when you weren't able to move from his embrace that tightens whenever you make a slight movent when the slime was the one who carved out your husband's conscious making him nothing more than a zombie it could manipulate as it steals both his talents, skills and memories everything that he has work hard over. He had told you many times that he could force you to love him, forced you to adore him.

Maybe he did take your body, the saliva like slime forced to swallow every day from the kiss was definitely doing something to your body. You just didn't know what...

Outside, he was soft and kind the same the past, the type of man any woman would love to marry, a gentleman. In the privacy of your own home, tho... he wasn't the same. He was nothing but a monster that was so possessive over your body and your being, so greedy for your mind to only think of him. In front of others, his touches were soft and gentle, a man so in love with his wife. At home, it was as if he wanted to chain you down so that you would only be for him.

"My wife is the most lovely person in the world. I would be nothing without her love and support." He sang to others as they looked at him in a kind of respect when it was so obvious that he was infatuated with you to insanity.

"I see you are wearing the gift I have gotten for you. Good, my love deserves a reward, don't you think?" The white lingerie hidden by your dress made you feel embarrassed even if you knew that others could not see it. It was like a mark of his, that you belonged to him.

Toxic you thought to yourself, this would eat you alive one day or another. Yet you could not do anything but follow along as your heart too greed for his touch and affection. His manipulative words were the same, but this time with an obsession that you could not help be grow addicted to.

"You are heating up. Have you become shy, or are you sick?" You flinched at his cold hand. He had become a little colder to the touch may be before how his body was really just slime, but in your flushed state, they were comforting. The sly smile as he faked his worry of your embarrassed self, teasing. He was the reason why you were like this waking up to see him staring at you for who knows how long.

"What is the matter dear you can tell me." He pulled you closer. You could feel his legs weren't so solid anymore under the blanket as the wrap around your legs was a reminder that he wasn't human, yet once he leaves the house, nobody will be the wiser.

You looked away, avoiding eye contact, then with a bit of determination hesitantly, you grabbed his white shirt. You knew the moment you did this, it would be the end. That you could not take anything back. Yet you can not help it, you can not help it anymore. His eyes widened in surprise as you pulled him closer to you for the first time. Did you ever make a move out of your own will.

The clingingness that you never once showed as your eyes begged him to show the affection you so desperately crave and grew addicted to yet for so so long tried to resist. The surprise soon morphed into amusement, then a lovesick expression of drunken high of an expression that he often showed after a long heated kiss as you were forced to drink all this slime he shoved down your throat. You had a guess as to what that liquid might be at first and felt vile at the thought.

Yet now it was something small, minor, compared to his attraction towards you, as you looked at him, still clinging as if trying to cover the gap between you and him, or maybe the emptiness in your own heart, you weren't sure. You didn't care anymore, after all, now you were loved.

After all, you were too broken from the start.

Note: okay now let me explain why there is too much kissing here... besides me being horny while writing this long ago- this is connected to the slime one shot that I have. Slime's "courtship" is basically giving a bit of the slime to the partner to show others that their slime companion is taken and now humans aren't slime... at least the reader isn't.

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Dissembled Echos [Ch.2]

relationships: Aventurine x GN!Reader summary: After returning home and going through his box of possessions, Aventurine decides that maybe it’s time he started trusting you a little more. Read more here cw: 2.1 quest SPOILERS, Angst but in a comforting way. a/n: I know I said I won’t talk about the story until the second half banner drops BUT, it’s a very small thing. So WARNING, mention of Aventurine’s real name and some story items. [This will be a 3 part series] wc: 1k Part 1 || Part 2 (this one) || Part 3 masterlist

The morning has been very peaceful, you spent most of it chatting away with your boyfriend about nonsensical things like the news and some television shows you two shared an interest in. Before long though he had to leave to collect some things from his friend’s home.

“Come back soon.” You take his hand into your own and your boyfriend can’t help chuckling at how clingy you are. He found it cute. Even though you knew he'd be back by the end of the day, here you were acting like he was about to leave you for several years.

“Of course.” He reassures you. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

—---—

“Do you mind if I come home at 12?” He asks you over the phone. “It’s not often I get to meet up with her, so we were hoping to grab something together.” Kakavasha could practically feel the frustration radiating out of you across the device. He hated having to lie to you, but he wasn’t ready to tell you, not yet.

He had told you that the trip wouldn’t take long since his friend lived just an hour away, but in reality she was from another ship entirely. It took Topaz several days to get to the planet and she only agreed to bring his belongings since it was on the route to her next destination. The trip to the port would take at least a few hours, so he tells you they’ll grab dinner. The time should add up.

“Sure, I’ll leave the spare keys under the pot. Don’t bother ringing the bell. I’ll probably be asleep when you come back.” He winces at your tone. Oh you were definitely a little mad.

“Sorry love.” He says in an apologetic tone. “I’ll buy you something along the way, alright?”

“I’ll be asleep, Kakavasha.” You groaned, tiredness started to tug at your eyelids. “Just come back home safely, please.” Despite your tone you really did care for him. Even now you were wishing him a safe journey. You just hated the thought of him being so far away from you…

“I promise.” Just before he could cut the call, however, you call out to him.

“Wait-” Your boyfriend hums in reply. “This friend of yours, is she the one from Veritas Prime or…?” You hated to admit it, but you were getting curious about your boyfriend. You could only take so many lies before you started doubting him.

“Oh, no, that’s the guy. This one is the business lady.” Lies.

“Ah, I see. Are you not meeting up with him too?”

“No, he’s usually too busy, you know how it is at that University.” Lies.

“Alright, stay safe then. Love you.”

“Love you too.” Truth...

That’s all you knew about them. One was a girl, a businesswoman, and the other a guy, a student at the University of Veritas Prime. You didn’t know how much of this was true and how much he was hiding, but the way he talked about them certainly made them feel like real people. You trust him regardless of how little you knew of his companions, after all, If he truly had something to hide he wouldn’t have mentioned them in the first place, right?

No. You tell yourself. Kakavasha was a good man, you just knew. If he was hiding something it must be for a good reason, and whatever it was he was hiding, he’d share it with you eventually. What you really wondered was if you could hang on until then.

—---—

He grimaces at the loud creaking noise your bedroom door makes. He had just gotten home and followed your instruction to the t. Looking at you he confirms that you’re still fast asleep and he sighs in relief. He found it cute how you’d always get so grumpy once the sleepiness hit you, but waking you up from your slumber? That would definitely have him sleeping on the couch…

He carefully places the box on his side of the bed and opens it. Reaching inside he fishes out the first thing he gets his hands on, a small trinket wrapped tightly in layers of cloth.

It was the golden lucky charm, the one his mama gave him. Even after all these years it still shone bright. He still remembers what he was told, about how the Mother Goddess had blessed him, about the rain that followed shortly after. Carefully he rewraps it and places it to the side to pick out the next item.

This time it was just a piece of cloth, but not just any. It was the shirt his father had given him. The fabric feels rough against his finger, and the faint stains of blood are still present in it. He sighs to himself, it had been so long and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to throw it away. It was the one thing he had of his father after all. This too he folds as neatly as possible and places to the side.

The next item…the necklace. The very same one that his mama had given to his sister, then his sister to him. He can still clearly remember the day he won it back from the Katicans, the way his sister worried for him, the expression on her face, he still remembers it all. Look, this is just a necklace. She told him. But Kakavasha, you are my only family.

Only family.

He feels a lump form in his throat, the memories too painful to remember. He missed them so much, everyday without fail he missed them. But that was the past, he couldn’t go back and turn things around, no matter how hard he tried. All he could do was keep going, after all, it was what his family would’ve wanted.

Family.

He thinks of you, of how kind you were, how you never tried to pester him for any details. You trusted him so blindly and yet here he is, unable to face himself. He hated lying to you, but he was just so afraid that you’d run away and leave him all by himself.

Kakavashe look at you in your peaceful slumber, your chest slowly rising and falling as you breath, the blanket moving with you. You looked so peaceful, so open. Frantically he moves all his items back into the box and places it under the bed so he could lie down next to you.

He trusted you, that much was true. It was easy to trust you fully and to open his heart to you when you knew so little of him, his past especially. The less you knew, the less likely you were to betray him after all. He knew he was being selfish, knowing so much about you and yet unwilling to share much about himself, but the thought still made him feel nervous.

You trusted him, that much was true, but even to him it was obvious you were reaching your limit. It wounded him to lie to you like this, to continue to conceal, but what was worse? Losing you because he told you too little or losing you because he told you too much? Just then his sister’s voice rings in his head.

But Kakavasha, you are my only family.

He decides then and there, he’ll stop his lies, he’ll stop pretending. Once you wake up,

he’ll tell you everything.

my…family.

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˖ ݁ . ࿓ LAPSE OF JUDGEMENT ( NEUVILLETTE. )

[ ✐ᝰ REQ. 01 ] FONTINALIA FILM FESTIVAL !

🎬 premise. neuvillette x gn! reader, angst (breakup), falling out of love.. or not, inspired by the navia confrontation scene with neuvillette (slight archon quest spoilers), dialogues chosen are in bold. thank you so much to @k4zushi for requesting ! ! 1.4k words, first time writing angst in a year.. oh em gee.

[ REQUEST : “you, of all people? don’t make me laugh” + “hurting you is the last thing i wanted to do” using scenario #14 (breakup) with neuvillette. ]

A relationship with the chief justice is what most would call a commendable achievement, namely because of how dishonest the sentence “I’m in a relationship with Neuvillette” sounds. Making such a likely false claim would result in people raising their eyebrows and labeling you a liar, thus making a relationship with the chief justice a commendable achievement.

It is for this reason that you believed that the majority of people were left in the dark.

As long as you had the words etched on your tongue, your composure hung by a thread. Each fawning individual's comment left your heart sinking, knowing you could have avoided it if you had simply spoken up. It was expected at the very least that rumors would circulate among a large number of friends.

It's impossible for them not to? In possession of your heart, he could mold and use it as he wished. With a trade like that, his heart is naturally yours, isn't it? For every eye there is a heart, for every heart there is a soul.

What was the reason for his detachment from you when you visited Palais Mermonia? Your eyes expressed yearning. Every hug and kiss behind closed doors left your knees weak, your stomach churning for all the right reasons. his emanating warmth was the solace you desperately longed for until not even that soothed your soul - until he was stiff and hesitant. These qualities were ones that didn’t suit him, ones that the people of Fontaine stitched in his name. His firmness assured them of his decisions in court. Could the same be said outside of the Opera Epiclese?

(piercing, unnerving, steadied, a perfect description for the man you wished was by your side forever more - not a drop of the love he once held for you was in his everlasting embrace that night.)

You woke up alone that morning.

He was careful, too careful - you once thought he was avoiding listening to his inner desires for your sake, but such caution led into your shared home and it irked you to no end.

Your nerves halted you from entering his office the next morning. His gradual shift in behavior made your stomach churn for all the wrong reasons. It wasn’t as if he turned cruel. His pacifism and golden heart remained the same - it was the slip of his heart you held in your hands that terrified you. Terrified that eventually that very same heart would no longer be yours to cherish.

His “good morning, dearest.” sounded slightly forced, your mind running a thousand miles per second - your chest felt tight. You only hoped it was your mind playing a remorseless trick on you, that you were merely overthinking. A figment of your imagination was all that it was, surely.

(a woven thread of tall tales, that’s what people would describe your relationship as. a delusion, a greedy passion, a fragment of what you could hope was verity.)

“Good morning.” Neuvillette greeted upon the rising of the sun, orange-colored skies reflecting the joy you’d feel whenever he’d welcome you into a new day. The joy you once felt. But the smallest detail left your heart deflating. He didn’t call you the name that rolled off of his tongue so fondly, the term of endearment that left you giddy and smiling for the rest of the day.

“No ‘dearest’ this time?” you had the audacity to ask, immediately regretting it upon seeing his contemplative expression. Your question must’ve been too straightforward with how prolonged the silence was.

He removed his hand from his chin, gently taking your own - brushing his thumb on your knuckles with the gentle curve of his lips. “Ah, apologies dearest. I hope you can forgive me, it was a mere oversight on my part.”

A cloud of utter terror loomed over your head when short sentences turned into one-word responses. “I apologize, it will not occur again.” he promised, he swore - pretty little lies and a loss of emotion in his voice. He exhausted the last drop of his love on the term of endearment those many mornings ago.

People were beginning to chatter, with you two being the main characters in a story that was coming to an abrupt halt. A conclusion you wouldn’t dare reach for, prolonging the ending chapter until it was a mere monodrama. It ached, the myriad of negative thoughts injected into your brain - unable to make sense of it all. Where did it all go wrong?

The left side of your shared bed was empty, slowly turning cold because of the lack of heat. You could hear the sky wailing, water hitting the window you both used to gaze through; usually met with a soft kiss and the rubbing of your knuckles with his thumb. Whether your eyes stayed glued to the stars or your mouth moved to start intriguing conversations - he paid utmost attention to your every word, hanging onto them as if embedding them in his memory.

It’s unbelievable to think that you ended up with no tears left to cry - all because you prolonged something that was supposed to end a while ago.

Your heart clenched. Your soul was wavering, and your bottom lip was quivering at the sight of him. You held on too tightly, keeping a kite from reaching the clouds - keeping Neuvillette in a relationship he barely seemed to have any interest in. It seethed like marks on the skin, burned like blue flames, it was only a matter of time until you crumbled.

“Hurting you is the last thing I wanted to do.”

Your voice cracked at the sound of his voice, holding back swirling emotions that made your heart sink even lower. “Do you even love me anymore?”

“…yes, I do.” he firmly replied, yet with how much time it took him to formulate a response - you believed otherwise.

“you hesitated.”

Two words were all it took. It was enough for your mind to come to an answer for all of your questions. He was just as confused as you were.

“You don’t even know the answer, do you?”

Like a sharp blade, your words cut through even the strongest iron - the addition of the bitterness in your tone, not from resentment, but from despair, was as surprising to him as it was for you. How could he not see your eyes, full of emotion, inquiries, and everlasting devotion that you held for him despite the current circumstances?

“..I’m absolutely certain, I know I truly do harbor these feelings towards you—”

“You, of all people? Don’t make me laugh.”

Bubbling like a volcano about to erupt, you wasted no time in telling him exactly how he felt. “You don’t know, Neuvillette - you’re trying to spare my feelings by telling me what I want to hear.”

For once, he had nothing more to add. You had caught him in his web of utter uncertainty, “just please.. don’t lie to me anymore.” You pleaded, for the truth was the harshest justice - both of you were aware of this fact.

“do you love me, Neuvillette?”

An impending separation was created with this question, a sentence too cruel to bear - intertwined souls unlinking as his heart continued to slip out of your grasp. “No, i do not.. I'm sorry.”

You no longer held onto naive beliefs, watching as the heart you once held close to your chest fell to the ground.

With a sigh, he stepped forward - only for you to step back, a pool of fresh, hot tears forming in your eyes. “I never meant for things to turn out this way.”

“We should break up.” Hitting the nail on the coffin, it was all you could utter through your clouded gaze. It seemed like he concealed everything he truly felt with his unnerving expression. Were the people of Fontaine truthful about the words they described him as?

The moment you stepped out of palais mermonia, it felt as if the clouds were sobbing alongside you - pouring rain staining your clothing as you succumbed to the water that enveloped your figure. it was over.

He hoped that this wasn’t a lapse of judgment, that his decision would pave a way for you - a path free from the impending disaster that would’ve occurred if he continued to pull you close, whispering loving words in your ears as you drifted off from the mere sound of his voice. That night, he felt a substance trickle down his cheek. “..I’m sorry, dearest.”

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Series Masterlist

WARNING: ⚠️ Coriolanus Snow is his own warning. Strabo Plinth is a horrible father. Cussing. Older man/younger woman relationship implied (not Coriolanus x Reader tho), hints to poisoning/murder

You're in the kitchen helping Ma make some cookies whenever you heard a knock at the door. “I bet it's your Coryo.” Ma knowingly smiled. “Go on, spend some time with your friend.”

“But Ma-”

“I'll be fine making the cookies by myself, now go on and answer the door.”

You just smiled at your Ma before pulling off your apron and tossing it onto the counter. Quickly, you rushed out of the kitchen and over to the front door.

But instead of being met with Coryo, you were standing face to face with some man your father's age that had a little boy by his side. You noticed that the man has on a peacekeeper’s dress uniform with a General's mark on it. So, you figured it was one of your father's friends coming over to visit.

“My Pa’s in his study.” You informed the man, stepping aside so that him and his son could enter.

“You must be Y/N.” The man said, eying you up and down as if you were an Avox on the auction block. The smarmy look in his brown eyes made your skin crawl. “Strabo’s right, you're quite a beauty.” He grinned.

You felt relieved whenever you saw Coryo in the background, walking down the hall before you could close the door. Deciding to make a quick exit, because your father's friend was making you feel uneasy, you told the general, “Nice to meet you, but I see my friend in the hallway. Gotta go, bye.”

Before the general could stop you, you rushed out of the apartment and slammed the door shut behind you.

“Coryo!” You called out, causing him to flash you a smile, as you ran over to him.

“Darling, I was just coming over to see you.” Coryo grinned, wrapping you into a hug as soon as you two came face to face.

“Can we go to yours?” You asked, looking up at him. His perfectly sculpted brow rose in a silent question, causing you to tell your platinum blonde friend, “My father has a friend of his over, some general with a little kid, and I don't want to be ogled or stuck playing babysitter.”

Pulling back slightly and tilting his head, Coryo asked, “What do you mean ogled at, pretty girl?”

“The General looked at me like I'm an Avox on the auction block whenever I answered the door. I literally rushed out the door when I spotted you to get away from him.”

Breaking your high and grabbing your hand, he said, “Come on, I'm going to have a talk with Strabo and the General about his lecherous actions towards you.”

“Coryo-” You began to protest, since you just wanted to go to his penthouse, but he wasn't having it. Coryo interrupted you with, “I'm not gonna put up with one of your father's friends staring at you like a piece of meat at the market. You're my girl; deserve respect.”

“Your girl? But I thought we just became friends?” You asked the pretty blonde boy, who you've warmed up to in the last few weeks.

“Y/N, my darling, in my quest to make you genuinely like me; to befriend you, I've fallen, dare I say, deeply in love with you.”

Actually, Coriolanus has fallen obsessed with you, but to him obsession is love. And possession is love too. He had a very screwed up view of love, whether that be from the way he was raised or from his experiences in 12, but all that matters is that be believed he's in love with you.

His love confession took you aback; off guard. You weren't expecting Coryo to be in love with you. And, frankly, you didn't know what to think about that. How to feel about it.

“Coryo…” You trailed off, speechless. You just couldn't find the right words to express how you felt, but maybe that's because you’re confused at the moment.

Pausing in his steps, also causing you to stop, Coryo took your chin between his thumb and forefinger; tilting it up so your eyes locked onto his icy ones. “Don't say anything, darling. In time, you'll come to love me.” Removing his hand from your chin, only to gently stroke your cheek bone, he smiled, “You're indifference towards has turned to an affinity for friendship; it's a start to feelings of love.”

“I believe that I'll be able to love you the more we spend time together.” You confessed, truly believing that in time you'd learn to love him. He was your brother's best friend so he couldn't be that bad. Coryo, for Sej to care about him (You also think that Sejanus harbored some feelings for Coryo, but you’ll just keep that for yourself) has to have some goodness in him. Something to make him loveable.

Plus, so since agreeing to be friend, he's been nothing, but kind and charming to you. You've even found yourself excited for his visits, to spend time with him.

Yes, in time you'll fall in love with him.

Taking your hand in his once more, he thinly smiled, “Come on, I'll tell your father that I intend to court you and I'll also make sure that his friend, that General, knows how to act properly around you.”, while leading you the remaining few yards to your front door.

“I'm going to talk with Strabo for a bit, about my intentions of courting your daughter, but I'll pop back in to properly see what you're baking, Ma.” Coriolanus smoothly told your Ma as he escorted you into the kitchen, where Ma was still hard at work baking her biscochitos (a District 2 cookie).

Ma gasped, only to beam happily. Waving Coriolanus off with her hand, clutching a home sewn bird shaped potholder, she warmly said, “Go, go on. We'll be right here waiting for you.”

Coryo pecked you on the cheek before leaving you alone with Ma.

And it only took 2.5 seconds for your Ma to rush over to you. Pulling you into a warm, motherly embrace. “Oh, I'm so happy for you, sweetheart.” She told you, pulling away from the embrace and grabbing your hands. “Coryo will be a very good match for you; he'll be a husband that you'll be able to love.”

“You really think so, Ma?” You asked, a hopeful look on your face.

Having someone court you was no small thing. It meant that marriage was a certainty; it was the desired outcome. Courting was different from dating. With dating marriage wasn't an end goal set in stone, but with courting it was.

Coryo asking your Pa for permission to court you was, more or less, him asking for your hand. You knew that all you're good for in Strabo Plinth 's eyes is match, so you always expected to be married off and young. Especially after Sejanus' death and Coryo taking his place as the Plinth heir. You just never thought that the man asking to court you would be somebody you’d like.

Honestly, you never thought in your wildest dreams that Coriolanus Snow would be the one asking for your hand; to court you. But he is and you're actually happy about it.

“Oh, I know so, Y/N.” Ma assured you with a warm smile. “The way he looks at you- oh, sweetheart, he already loves you.” Your Ma swooned.

“Ma, the cookies!” You exclaimed, smelling a hint of burning in the air.

Ma dropped your hands and rushed over to the stove, rambling about how she forgot all about the cookies- blaming her excitement over you and Coryo's good.news.as the reason for forgetting.

Coriolanus didn't bother knocking when he entered Strabo Plinth's study. What he had to say was important, he didn't have time to knock. Not when your future with him was within reach.

Strabo Plinth and General Prometheus Byzantine were sitting on the large, overstuffed tan leather chairs tucked in the corner of the study- right in front of the large bookcase. They both looked up when the door opened, assuming that it was either Mrs. Plinth or you entering to serve them some tea, like a proper woman of District 2. Seeing Coriolanus walk in unannounced took both men by surprise.

The platinum blonde never came to see Strabo unless he was summoned or it was a night for one of the scheduled family dinners. And the General, well, he recognized Coryo as the boy you slammed a door in his face for. Your little friend that appeared in the hallway, who were all too excited to see.

Your father hand assured Prometheus that you didn't have friends, that the boy you were running off to was most likely just passing by or maybe dropping something off for him; that his heir and his daughter were in no way friendly with each other. That you might be throwing yourself at the boy in some misguided hope that you'll be kept in the Plinth Munitions loop, but that Coriolanus was a very ambitious young man with big dreams; had no time for your schoolgirl crush.

“Coriolanus, is there something you need, boy?” Strabo asked, looking at the platinum blonde as he marched across the study.

“Yea.” Coriolanus nodded. Pointing at General Byzantine, he told Strabo, “I want him to stop looking at Y/N like a piece of meat at the market. He might be your friend, but I won't put up with him making her uncomfortable with his lecherous looks.”

A cocky look appeared on the General's face as he told Coriolanus, “I can look at Miss Plinth anyways I want considering she's to be my wife at the end of the month.”

Coriolanus’ icy eyes burned with anger, his blood ran hit with hate, as he turned to Strabo and barked, “You can't marry her off to him! She belongs to me, I’m supposed to court her; marry her!”

Strabo let out a dark, sarcastic chuckle and shook his head. “I see my daughter's sunk her talons into you. What'd she do, spread her legs and guilt you into a proposal as a desperate attempt to get her hands on my company?”

Your father's remark pisses off Coryo. How could your Pa think so low of you. Think that you'd seduce him like some common whore, just to get a piece of the heirship? You're not that kind of girl. You're good and kind. A bit reserved and offish until you feel safe and comfortable enough to open up. Fuck, only the gods know how hard he's worked to get you to notice him; to trust him and open up.

“Strabo, you assured me that she's a virgin. We'll have to rediscuss the bridal price if she's been ruined.” General Byzantine told his old friend, acting as if Coriolanus wasn't even in the room.

Coryo wanted to strangle that old geezer general for the way he's talking about you. That motherfucker! He's not going to marry you and he's definitely not going to lay a single fucking finger on you. Coryo won't let that happen.

You're his!

His, his, his!

“You're both fucked up, talking about my darling like she's something to be traded. My girl's not for sale.” Coriolanus angrily spat before storming out of the study.

He’s going to get you from the kitchen and bring you home with him. You're not safe here.

And you won't be safe until he gets rid of Strabo; the General too.

But don't worry, he'll get rid of them soon. Because his girl’s not an Avox to be sold at auction. No, you're the girl who smells like blueberries, the girl that stole his heart without even trying, and you deserve nothing but the best. The best just happens to be him, the boy that smells like roses, who will kill with poison to keep you safe.

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Star Light, Star Bright | Fatui Harbingers x (Fem) Creator!Reader

A/N: okay okay. I'm very sorry for this overdue chapter. I've been busy farming for primogems and playing Stardew Valley. I have joined many other fandoms, especially with the release of the Spider-Man Across the Spiderverse movie, and have been collecting the comics. Sue me /j. I have a lot of stories that need updating haha. But anyway, thank you so much for the support you guys have given me. It's fantastic! I'll be sure to continue with the updates whenever possible! Any questions, please DM. Any suggestions, DM me!

Summary: Caring for children is hard, but it's especially harder when around the Fatui. Getting isekaied was the last thing on your mind after landing in the icy tundra of Snezhnaya all while your nephew is with you. What will happen when you encounter not only the Fatui Skirmishers but the Fatui Harbingers?

Tags/Warnings: female reader, Creator!reader, Cult Au, contains spoilers of the Archon Quests and World Quests (read at your own risk)

Not edited or beta read, we die like Signora

Chapter 3 | To Be Aware and Be Prepared

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MASTERLIST

OPERA EPICLESE, FONTAINE

It had started as a normal day. As normal as it could possibly get with the centrism of Lady Furina and the citizens of Fontaine. There was a pause before it then burst. At first, it was seemingly unnoticeable, but then the forests and the landscape became livelier. It seemed brighter and adventurers saw a decrease in Hilichurls, and slimes, and even the Abyss Order stopped whatever they were doing to... dance? It was certainly a strange sight, but at least there was less activity where civilians were being harmed. In fact, this was being seen all around Teyvat thanks to the Adventure's Guild insight and informing each nation's current ruling governments and Archons.

The archons themselves felt a different presence. A presence they have felt once upon a time ago. The same could be said with a certain Court Judge of Fontaine, a certain fellow dressed in blue, his long platinum blond hair and stoic expressions, he definitely felt a power he thought wouldn't be seen again in all of Fontaine.

A being almost as old as Teyvat themselves, but nowhere as powerful as the one that gave them life.

Before he could even make a decision as tremendous as the one all nations must follow, he needed more information.

He needed to send out anyone to locate their Beloved Creator.

Neuvilette felt to go himself and search for Them, but he had his duties. He simply couldn't abandon them. He is a powerful figure in Fontaine and everyone would be suspicious of his actions if he were to leave his office. They would be asking questions.

No.

This needed to be done in an orderly fashion.

If they were indeed in Teyvat, they would appreciate a calm and happy welcome instead of chaotic and frantic for their faithful followers.

Himself included as he needed to prove he, and Fontaine, would welcome Them with open hearts.

The Divine Creator... has finally descended onto Teyvat once again.

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LIYUE HARBOR, LIYUE

The trembling of the mountains. The color in front of him wherever he faced. The weather the past few days was beautiful and the people, especially merchants who traveled through treacherous waters to make it to Liyue were grateful for calm waters.

But he knew of the reason why everything seemed so... calm, so perfect as if Teyvat themselves was behaving its absolute best. Especially with word from other nations that the monsters and even the Abyss Order had ceased their attacks on villages and cities. They had seen these beings celebrate nonstop and were quite stumped about what was happening. But the former Geo Archon knew all too well...

Zhongli, better known as Morax or Rex Lapis, had felt it within the very rocks around him. As a devout believer and follower of the Divine Creator, he was quite familiar with the power and aura They possessed.

It's said that the Sovereign Dragons were the very first to proclaim their loyalty to the Divine Creator and when their time of rule ended, the Archons and Gods followed in their footsteps. As an Adepti in the form of a great Dragon, or Exuvia, he would be loyal to his beloved Creator, a form he greatly prided in thanks to the words of the Divine Creator many centuries ago.

But now they were here.

They have descended at long last like they promised.

His many years of patience and loyalty were finally being rewarded with the very presence of They themselves.

Zhongli, the devout follower he is, must find them. Were they alright? Yes, they were an all-powerful being, but recalling correctly, even the mighty have weaknesses and with the importance of the Divine Creator, there's always a danger no matter how beloved you are. He had to go himself to find him.

No.

He could ask the other Adepti to relentlessly search through all of Liyue, to leave no rock unturned and locate where their Grace may be.

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ZAPOLYARNY PALACE, SNEZHNAYA

The days have gotten warmer and brighter in Snezhnaya.

What with the presence of the Divine Creator that is. It was all that the Fatui and even the citizens of Snezhnaya were talking about. There was nonstop activity in the palace as everyone scrambled to perfect it all for the Divine Creator.

You.

Though it wasn't as overwhelming since your nephew was right beside you, who happily took everything with stride and awe.

He even became attached to the very people that he spoke with on the first day here. And there was no way to separate them or to even have the heart to tell him not to speak with them since he took after his parents and family. Stubborn little nugget.

He especially favored Childe and Scaramouche. He was quite heartbroken when he left and never came back. But, he has been receiving gifts 'anonymously' once in a while.

Meanwhile, you spoke more with the rest to know more about this world. They all unanimously agreed that the mortal body you and your nephew both have currently is due to the fact of the long absence from Teyvat you had. Since your nephew hasn't set foot in Teyvat until now, it might take him longer to adjust to his birthright powers and titles. But he was nonetheless Heir of Teyvat.

The Little Prince.

"They're working really hard, aren't they?" His voice echoed in the halls as you and him were on their way to play outside yet again. He was still a child and with no video games around, it was good for him to be active. Childe once made comment about how strong he was and what a potential warrior your nephew could be with proper training. However, you had the last say and it was not yet time to think about that.

Snezhnaya is still a cold nation so even with Teyvat making it slightly less cold, you and your nephew had to bundle up. This is where Pantalone's gifts came in handy. While you were still bedridden due to your injuries, he called in all the tailors of Teyvat to create a wardrobe fit for you and your nephew: The Divine Creator and the Heir of Teyvat.

It was a sight to behold all the boxes and bags that arrived at the palace - clothing made from rare beasts and cloth. All for you and your nephew.

"If there's one thing you don't question about other people, Nugget. It's their beliefs. It has a certain power that a lot of people have yet to understand." You commented, stopping to adjust his personal Harbinger Coat. It was one of the few items Pantalone commissioned - with the Heir of Teyvat present, might as well commission a child-sized Harbinger Coat.

"I think Mister Pierro and Mister Pulcinella said something about that. I don't know... it's not our birthdays though. We're just people, aren't we?"

"I'm not certain either. We're a long way from home and it might be a while before we can go back. But don't worry, we're together and that's all that matters. All we have to do is-"

"Go with the flow?"

"Ah. I taught you so well." You laughed, quickly moving to playfully pinch his cheeks before resuming your brief walk outside. Everyone else had their duties and you didn't want to disturb them. They all seemed to be important in the political and military worlds.

That was something that kinda threw you off. Something like this world seemed like in the past. Like maybe 1800's innovative past since there were snipers and even giant mechanical machines that can move on their own or by being piloted. It was definitely fantasy - like a dream.

But even in a fantasy world, with aspects aimed at child entertainment, there is danger. Arlecchino and Columbina were telling you all about it with a brief history lesson and a bit of current information about Teyvat today. It was definitely something to think about if you plan to travel Teyvat with or without the Harbingers, especially with your nephew.

"Your Grace. What a pleasant surprise." The voice was ahead and looking up, you could see the masked man, the Doctor. Dottore was the one who ended up healing you from your injuries from the accident. They never did find the person responsible for your accident. Though they never will.

The healing process went smoothly and tended to you alongside your nephew.

"My nephew wanted to play outside again. He saw everyone was occupied and didn't wish to intrude so we thought we could walk for a bit."

"The Heir has no worries. If he or your Grace has a request, we're bound to stop and fulfill your wishes."

Your nephew didn't need to be told twice and quickly marched his way over to the blue-haired man, took his hand, and started walking to the exit to face another cold day.

"Doctor, please play with Auntie and I."

Dottore was quite the character. The others filled you in on what they have done and their opinions of each other. Dottore was the one with the most negative background but no one could deny the intelligence or genius in his mind. But to think this wasn't even his true form. The man was quite the genius that he made a number of clones of himself of each stage of his life. As a scientist, as a pursuer of knowledge, even the kind that's better left alone, he thirsted for it.

"Of course, Your Highness. Your Grace, would it be troubling to accompany you two?"

He also performed...some experiments that in this world were unethical, from what you heard. But...they weren't the worst. No, there was definitely worse. You weren't justifying what he had done, you weren't one to stand on a higher moral ground than anyone else, you at least attempted to understand why. That is exactly what you concluded when you decided to speak and interact with Dottore.

"Not at all. My nephew has grown attached to you and the others."

The walk outside didn't take long. It was short and slow to appreciate the snowfall and the area around. Various Cryo Crystalflies quickly flew their way to your nephew and he gave chase all while a variety of animals appeared and decided to play with the Heir. Teyvat knew the little Prince's love for animals. You made sure he didn't stray too far, your eyes never leaving his form while Dottore kept the same pace as you, taking a few glimpses at you every now and then. There was a small silence - but it was comfortable.

"Why?" You broke the silence and Dottore turned his head, his mask hiding any expression he could have made.

"Pardon?"

"The Fatui. Why was it formed? I want the truth." Your eyes still focused on your nephew who danced along with the Crystalflies, laughing and happily throwing snow in the air before then falling and making snow angels.

Your reason for asking is with who you two have been identified as, and with a seemingly unknown way of going back home, you two will probably be dragged into this world's politics. Before you get involved, you have to see what it is all about. Would it be worth it? Are you currently with evil people? Misunderstood people? What is their goal?

Would it be dangerous to involve your nephew?

"There is quite a lot that a mere moment is not enough to disclose the Tsaristas and our organization's goal."

"Then I shall listen. I hear talk and before I pass 'judgment', I want to understand. I hear talk of other gods, but the mere mention of them besides the Tsarista, it's with contempt."

Dottore, like many of his colleagues and subordinates, has heard the stories, the creation of Teyvat that was retold by the very dragons they created and had them oversee Teyvat. And then Celestia arrived. They had become power-hungry, drunk from the love and attention the Divine Creator gave to them before. When the creator left, Celestia took over and everything changed. Teyvat became different, peace wasn't an option.

Wars started, innocents perished...

Nations demolished.

"The Tsarista fell in love with the idea of how Teyvat was before you left. A Teyvat where all lived in peace. Then Celestia came. Thousands of years ago, they proclaimed that seven gods would be chosen to rule over one of the seven nations. From the thousands of Gods that fought, along with mortals who fought to survive another day, Seven were indeed chosen to represent their following element. But even for Celestia that was not enough. Your Grace was fond of a nation, Khan'ri'ah. Khan'ri'ah was a nation that ruled without the intervention of a God, an Archon. So.. one day, Celestia proclaimed Khan'ri'ah to be sinners, a nation that went against the Divine Creator and was thus destroyed. The Tsarista understood, her eyes opened to what was being done, and isolated herself, to find people who shared her opinions on Celestia and the Divine besides you, Your Grace."

That was just a brief summary that you recreated after your talk with Dottore. He was quite honest and with a few words, you were able to piece together everything. And to think he was kicked out of the Akademiya because of his practices and the murder of a fellow scholar.

This was clearly a case of the black-white-gray morality.

Things aren't always what they seem.

"Several weeks ago, I thought I was human. A mortal who lived a mundane life who loves her nephew like her own. I'm here and I'm told I'm the God that created your world, but I somehow have no recollection of it."

The walk continued as your nephew seemed to head further away from you and Dottore. Dottore was listening. He knew you weren't done talking and he couldn't wait to hear. Would he hear criticism of the divine from the very being who created it in the first place? What kind of wisdom would she bestow that may rival the God of Wisdom herself.

"Pierro and the Tsarista mentioned that my memories of such events and my divinity would come back to me slowly. Especially for my nephew. He's still young, curious but young."

"Your Grace, you need not fear. The Fatui, us, the Harbingers, will be by your side for we and The Tsarista are loyal to no other than you and the Heir."

"But what if I am not who you think I am?" You asked, looking down at your arms, remembering the injuries and the blood that oozed. You remembered the color and thought it wasn't proof enough, but the gold blood was there. You even requested to see the bloodied gauze that had a clear gold color. The sparkle it held, the amount of power that it had.

"Highly unlikely. Every man, woman, and child knows firsthand that the Divine Creator's blood is unlike any living being in Teyvat. Eyewitnesses from your first time here have written quite a bit of information of you. There is no mistake. The Tsarista would have been the first to know."

"Auntie! Doctor! Look!" Your nephew shouted and quickly ran to you, the heavy atmosphere dissipating as your nephew smiled, his hands cupped to hide what it was that he was bound to show you two. Slowly, he opened his hands and a small light blue glow appeared and in the blink of an eye, a small Cryo Crystalfly appeared and took flight, joining the other Cryo crystalflies that surrounded the three.

Creation of new life.

A power only found in the Divine.

What kind of world did she find herself in?

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