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thatone-brightstar · 7 months

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carmy + ‘spit on my mouth’ if that’s up your alley 🫢

a/n: i think this is probably my favorite one i’ve written. just so ughhh🔥🔥 definitely up my alley anon.

Amy's kinktober alphabet blurbs w/ special guest Carmy Berzatto! (5/6)

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Warnings: Minors DNI, p in v unprotected sex, creampie, choking, semi public, oral sex (both f and m receiving), knifeplay, spit kink, knife play, fingering, I'll add more tags as they add up.

(open 4 the nasty)

Q is for: Quicky.

‘Your sister-’ You breathed out through sloppy kisses, feeling his hand climb up the side of your thigh underneath your dress. ‘-Carm, they’re in the other room.’

‘Jus’ wanna kiss you…’ He breathed back against your lips, through the trajectory of his hand promised something else.

You gasped again as the pad of his thumb applied enough pressure to your center and your knees almost buckled under you. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue deeper into your mouth, caressing the soft inside of your cheek with the tip.

‘Carmy.’

‘Baby.’ He repeated in the same whiney tone, one hand on the back of your neck, while the other continued the torturous motion between your thighs. ‘No one’s gonna notice if we’re gone a few minutes.’

He rubbed and pushed deeper into you and your hands fell instinctively to the button on his jeans.

R is for: Radish.

‘Say that again?’ Carmy asked with a teasing smile, knife motionless over the root on the cutting board..

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms at him. ‘Stop making fun out of me!’ The accent was barely noticeable through your rushed words, but Carmy always caught on to every nipped word or rolled ‘r’ you let escape.

He chuckled lightly and put his knife down, moving to your side and caging you between the L shaped counter with this arms.

‘I’m not making fun of you... I think it’s adorable.’ He compliments, palm cupping your chin and raising it up to meet his baby blues. ‘Please?’

A tiny smile betrayed your stand and you took a heavy exhagerated sigh, rolling your eyes again. ‘Radish.’ You repeated, trying to avoid the vibration the first letter caused on your tongue, but failing terribly.

Carmen chuckled again and you threw your arms up in frustration. ‘Ay ya! See! You just wanna make fun-’

Before you could push past him, he wrapped his arms around your waist and locked you in place. ‘Not makin’ fun- I’m not makin’ fun!’

S is for: Slippery.

The idea had wedged itself into your brain, causing your cunt to squeeze around the girth of his cock and a groan to leave his mouth at the tight sensation. Your nails dragged over his shoulders and up his neck, pulling his head down to your hungry lips. His movements stuttered slightly from your passionate kiss and he cupped the sides of your face with his hands.

‘Spit in my mouth-’ You muttered bravely, chest heaving and eyes glaced.

‘What?’ Carmy asked, still dazed by the kiss as his hips picked up their speed.

‘I want you- shit ah - spit in my mouth-’ You repeated and circled your thighs securely around him.

With a sudden hunger over his eyes, he took a hold of your jaw with one hand and tugged your face up towards his. ‘Open.’ He comanded and you followed, letting your tongue hang out.

You saw the translucent bubble slip past his lips and directly onto your awaiting tongue, then you pulled it back into your mouth and swirled it with your own. Withought braking eye contact, You tilted your head down and let the spit dribble down your swollen lip, transparent string slipping past your navel and lubricating his throbbing cock.

‘That’s the sexiest shit I’ve ever seen-’ He barely managed to say, before forcefully pulling you forward and quickening his thrusts.

T is for: Tattoos.

‘-due next week, so we could use someone at the door.’

Carmen’s voice drowns behind your dirty thoughts, attention fixaded on the way his tattooed fingers curl around the carrot. Your distraction comes from memories, the feeling of the same digits flexing and sissoring inside your tight pussy makes your legs press together to dull out the ache.

‘So?’ He asks after a couple seconds of silence and you only notice he’s waiting for a response because his hands have stopped moving.

‘Wha- oh yeah, sounds great…’ You repspond casually and straighten your back, ankles locked together still.

He eyes you curiously, then runs his tongue along his bottom lip and sucks it slightly. The look he’s giving you does nothing for the growing need in your core and you eye the empty office past his back.

‘Can we… talk privately. In your office-’

‘Yeah- yeah sure.’ He doesn’t even let you finish before hes dropping his knife and undoing the knot at the front of his apron.

U is for: Underwear.

Moan after moan, his gently kisses had you breathing out the prettiest sounds he had ever heard. Still, his hands fidgeted nervously with the hem of your dress at the idea of taking it further than just making out on your couch. Your thighs laid spread out on each side of his hips, dress riding up with every roll over the hard demin jeans.

‘I really want you…’ You confessed against his stubble and peppered kisses along his jaw until you reached his ear. ‘D’you want me, Carmen?’ You asked and licked the outlike of his ear.

He couldn’t trust his words, only nodding fervently and digging his fingers into the plushness of your thighs. He clearly heard the crinkles of your smile, then you pulled away and off his thighs. His confused expression was quickly answered by your devious grin as you stood fully and made a movement with your head that urged him to follow you.

He stayed glued to the couch, watching you stroll barefoot in direction to your room. You pulled the hem of your dress over your body and he was pushed back by the image of your naked skin under the dress, denim now uncomfortably tight around his groin as he quickly moved to follow you into the hallway.

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bettermiya · 1 year

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Dinner Guest

Pairing: Osamu Miya x AFAB!Reader

WC: 2.8k words.

Triggers: Cannibalism, Abusive Ex, Nonconsensual Drugging, Consensual Handjob, Human Butchering against an NPC, Violence, Blood. MDNI. 18+.

Summary: Osamu offers you a perfect meal. Horror!AU. Hannibal-esque!AU.

You get home from work exhausted, but the smell coming from the kitchen is enough to wash away some of the day’s stresses. You drop your things off by the front door and slip off your shoes- you’ll get everything put into its proper place later. Right now, the aroma from the kitchen is drawing you in like one of those cartoons, a beckoning finger that pulls you forward until you are practically on top of Osamu.

“What are you making for dinner?” You peer around his broad frame to stare at the pots and pans on the stove. The smell is divine. Osamu turns to you and presses a kiss into your hair.

“Hayashi rice.” He says, letting his face linger against your head for a few moments as he takes in your scent. “It’s almost ready. Go sit, I’ll bring it over to the table.” He lightly nudges you with his hip before going back to his cooking. You linger a moment, mouth watering while he tends to the meat and sauce. He gives a small huff of a laugh and uses his chopsticks to cut free a tiny corner of meat- it’s so tender that it easily gives way. After carefully dipping it in the sauce, he cups a hand beneath the gently steaming morsel and offers it to you. As you lean in, so does he, and he meets your eyes as he gently blows on the hot food.

“Open, darlin’.”

You do, and he eases the food into your awaiting mouth. A bit of the sauce drips onto your chin, but you hardly notice. You’re melting with the warm, comforting bite. Osamu notices, however, and before you can step away to go to the dining room, he brushes his tongue slowly over your skin. Warmth spreads through the rest of your body as the tip of his tongue teases your lower lip. You lean closer, expecting a kiss, but he pulls away with a grin. “That’s all yer gettin’ for now. Go get settled ‘n get off yer feet. I’ll be done soon.”

The apartment you share with Osamu is open and spacious. You pad on sock feet from Osamu’s kingdom of ranges and spices and knife blocks into the adjoined dining room with its intimate, small table already set for two. There are candles glowing on either side of a beautiful centerpiece of fresh flowers. You take in their subtle perfume as you finally pull out your chair and take a seat. As you sit there, you close your eyes, thinking you’ll rest them just for a moment while you wait for Osamu.

You are awakened by the aroma of the rice and beef and the dark demi-glace and the sensation of Osamu’s breath against your neck. He has pulled his chair very close to yours. He kisses your jaw and nips at the lobe of your ear. Feeling a smile cross your face, you lift a hand to brush through his short hair. “Sorry. Work took a lot out of me today.”

“That’s alright, darlin’. I don’t mind. Ya look pretty when ya sleep.”

Dinner is a quiet affair. He asks you about your day in low tones in between taking bites of food and brushing his hand against your thigh and the small of your back. You are nodding by the time you finish, the stew of beef, carrots, onions, mushrooms sitting warm and comforting within your stomach. Though it’s a little embarrassing and you feel a bit guilty for not being able to stay awake long enough to spend the evening together sprawled on the couch like usual, you love the way he gathers you from the chair into his arms so easily and carries you back to bed.

His hands are strong and warm as they gently unbutton and slide away your clothes. He teases you with soft caresses and little kisses and dresses you again into a soft, clean shirt that smells of him. You try to groggily protest and ask for more attention from his mouth and hands, but he reminds you that you’ve had a hard day. “Sleep a little, and we’ll see.”

When you drift up from sleep, he is climbing into bed beside you, having finished cleaning up from dinner and changing into his own pajamas, which consist only of the soft pants of the set. You realize you are wearing his shirt that completes the set. It seems fitting. He curls up behind you, dragging you against his chest. His lips find the base of your neck, the curve of your shoulder; his teeth tug at the lobe of your ear. You’re still lingering in that hazy place between reality and dreams, sleep threatening to pull you back into its embrace.

One of his strong hands nudges up the hem of the shirt you’re wearing and glides along the plains of your bare stomach. His fingers slip beneath the hem of your underwear and gently tease the warmth between your thighs. You drift back to sleep riding waves of pleasure. Your dreams are filled with his soft murmurs.

You wake up to the sound of a door slamming. Groggily, you grab your phone and check the time. The glow of the screen scatters spots across your field of vision; the blocky numbers tell you it is early in the morning. The space beside you on the bed still holds a bit of warmth from Osamu. He must have just gotten up to go to the restaurant. Sometimes he leaves in the wee hours of the morning to buy special ingredients from the markets- usually various cuts of meat he carries home in big, dark bags. You’ve asked before to go with him, but he says there’s no reason for you to get up so early when you work such long hours and besides, you don’t really want to see a bunch of animal carcasses being chopped up, do you?

Normally you sleep through his absence and by the time you wake, he is back with all of his meat neatly packed away in his large freezer box and he is in the kitchen preparing you breakfast. It’s very rare that you wake up with him still gone. He makes sure to tire you out enough so that you never have to be alone while you are home, or so he likes to say.

You sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, and rub at your heavy eyelids. You’re having a hard time keeping yourself awake, but you want to check on the loud slamming of the door. You’re pretty sure you can also hear heavy footfalls coming down the hall. Osamu is usually so quiet, especially when you’re sleeping. Your mind still feeling a bit hazy, you stand up and pad barefoot toward the bedroom door, only for it to be shoved open.

Fear pours over you like cold water. You still feel very foggy, but there is no mistaking the figure who is standing in the doorway. It’s your ex. You have no idea how they found you after all this time. You deleted all of your old social media. You changed your number. You moved in with Osamu in a completely different city. The apartment, the restaurant– everything is in his name. You even went through the trouble of changing your name legally to prevent this exact outcome.

Your mind is not working quickly enough. You open your mouth to dumbly ask how they found you, but before you can, they are storming forward and shoving you backward. You stagger, but manage to remain standing. Lifting both of your hands, you try to speak, but they strike you across the face so violently, stars burst across your vision and you drop to your knees. Pain flares in your knees and your head; you feel like your brain has rattled about in your skull. Blood is pooling in your mouth.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find you?” They’re screaming obscenities. They kick you in the stomach, and a mixture of blood and saliva bursts from your mouth and sprinkles the carpet. Suddenly, they snatch a handful of your hair and drag you from the room. Your brain is finally beginning to catch up with what is happening. You scream and kick and grab for their hands, trying to make them release you.

They stop, and for one moment, you think maybe by some miracle, they will stop and listen to reason. Instead, they grab the side of your head and slam it into the wall. The fight goes out of you, and you are on the verge of losing consciousness as they begin pulling you again. You tilt back your head to look up at them, and see Osamu standing behind them. There is a strange look to his face, one you haven’t seen before. His eyes are cold and calculating, his jaw is tight. He lifts both of his hands and claps them together hard against your ex’s ears.

They drop you, and your head knocks against the tiled floor of the kitchen. You didn’t even realize they had dragged you this far. You can hear your ex screaming, but it sounds dull and far away. Turning your head, you watch as Osamu grabs them by the throat and easily lifts them up, slamming them down hard onto the pristine surface of the kitchen island. From where you are lying, you can’t see exactly what happens next. Osamu lifts a knife and it comes down; your ex stops screaming, but their legs, dangling over the edge of the island, are kicking wildly.

Osamu kneels down beside you and very tenderly cups the back of your head, lifting you into a sitting position. Your head is throbbing in time with the rhythm of your frantic heartbeat and the spinning and tilting of the room is making you very nauseous. “Can ya hear me, darlin’?” His voice is very low, very calm…. almost dangerously so.

You try to nod, but that makes your head hurt worse. “Yes.” You finally manage.

“I’m real sorry,” He murmurs, kissing your temple. His eyes linger on your mouth, where your busted lip is still leaking blood onto your chin. Cupping your jaw, he leans forward and brushes his tongue along your skin and lower lip, cleaning away the smear of red from your skin. “I thought I gave ya enough to let ya sleep through this whole nasty business.”

You look at him confused. He lifts you up and sits you down in one of the dining room chairs. You can still see into the kitchen. Your ex is grabbing at the knife, which is sticking out of the middle of his throat. Your head is spinning. Everything feels just a bit unreal. Osamu steps away, but he returns quickly to your side, pressing a towel with ice inside against the back of your head. He lifts your hand and presses it to the towel. “Hold this here.” You nod and hold it.

“What did you mean before…?”

“Mm… I put something in yer drink tonight. Just somethin’ to help ya sleep. I thought it’d be enough to keep ya sleepin’ til I was done with…,” He stood up and walked over to your ex, whose struggling seems to be growing more sluggish. “Ya see, I told ‘em where to find us… the plan was to take care of ‘em without ya havin’ to be involved, but… things didn’t quite go as I planned. S’okay, though, darlin’... y’all never have to worry about ‘em ever again.”

Your mind is slow to comprehend what is happening. You watch Osamu pull free the knife, see the spray of blood arc upward like a fountain. You blink, slowly, and when you open your eyes again, you see the flash of a large cleaver. Things unfold before you in hazy flashes. Your ex’s head disappears from the counter. Osamu methodically begins butchering the body. Cuts of meat are wrapped and bound together with twine. The various cuts of meat are stacked neatly together. Osamu hums as he works. This all feels like a dream… a strange nightmare. He comes to check on you off and on during his work.

He takes away the ice and towel. His lips brush against your brow. Kneeling in front of you, he takes your hands and kisses your palms, the tips of your fingers. “Are ya feelin’ okay?”

Your head is still hurting, but the nausea has gone away. It must be the shock and the ice you had been holding to your battered head- you’re shivering. He touches your cheek. You are staring at the neat, wrapped packages that had once been your ex, but the fear and revulsion you should be feeling are not there. Not yet. Osamu stands again and moves back into the kitchen.

Over the next few minutes, he carries everything from the kitchen to the large freezer. “We’ll have a lovely feast when yer feelin’ better.” He promises. When he’s done, he scoops you up and carries you back to bed. After tucking you in, he kisses your forehead.

“Try to rest. I’ll keep a check on ya.”

You wake late the next day to the smell of breakfast. Osamu sets a tray beside you on the bed. There is miso soup, rice, and strips of meat. Your gaze lingers on the meat, thinking back to the strange dream you had the previous night. It must have been a dream. It couldn’t have been real, and it all seems so strange and hazy in the warm glow of the sunlight spilling into the bedroom. Osamu smiles and strokes your cheek. “I hope yer hungry.”

You eat. He watches, smiling calmly the entire time. His hand is stroking your bare thigh while you eat. When you’re done, he offers soft words of praise and draws you into his lap. You are more awake now with the full breakfast settling nicely in your stomach. The previous night begins to come into more focus. You remember the blood… you remember the meat… you think hard about the taste of the cooked meat and rice and soup on your tongue.

But his hand is drifting down… down… teasing and working between your legs while his mouth tastes your skin…

You stop thinking so hard and lose yourself in the touch… the taste…

“Yer such a good girl,” He murmurs into your neck, his voice a low rumble at the back of his throat. His touch is slow at first, a steady stroking in lazy circles. You lose track of your thoughts. Your awareness is shrinking; all you can focus on is his finger tracing those careful loops between your legs. You try to help him along by arching your hips into his hand, but he hums against your skin and gently lowers you back onto the bed. He leans over you, his hand still moving so slowly and deliberately.

“There’s no need to rush,” He says, moving his mouth to yours. His teeth catch your lower lip and scrape against the still tender flesh there. You taste a bit of your own blood, and so does he as his tongue slides into your mouth. His finger presses deeper, slowly. Your back arches. Heat is pooling in your abdomen. His finger eases back, circles. He breaks the kiss before his finger slides in again so he can hear the low moan escape your bloodied lips. He hooks his other arm beneath your head, tugging you closer. The fingers of his free hand curl beneath your jaw and tilt your head up while his thumb brushes over your lips.

He presses his thumb into your mouth, and as you run your tongue along his skin, he purrs. “Tha’s my girl.”

Two fingers now. They press into you slowly, deeply. You whimper around the thumb in your mouth as your hips arch upward into his touch. His teeth mark the skin where your neck and shoulder meet; he sucks and licks the place where he bites. He allows your hips to rise against his hand while he teases you, his fingers moving in and out in a steady rhythm. You are panting, gasping, bucking against him. This time, when his fingers slide in, he hooks them and strokes as you cry out.

Your body is quivering. Your thoughts have scattered. There was something you were thinking of, but his hands, his mouth… his tongue… his teeth… you can barely focus on anything other than the sparks of heat and pleasure in the places where he touches you. He turns your face toward him and kisses you as his fingers continue their work.

“I’m real proud of ya,” He says, his hot breath washing over your temple. His touch draws another shuddering cry from your lips. Your whole body is alight. You are beginning to tire, but he is relentless in his ministration. Again… again… your body arches into his hand… you gasp and tremble… you whimper…

When you are utterly spent, he slides his fingers free and brings them to his lips, running his tongue along them while he holds your gaze. A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“Delicious.”

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the-demons-writings · 1 year

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Your safe with us Pt 2

(Hermitcraft x Child dragon! Reader)

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Part 1 || [Part 2] || Part 3 || Part 4

Xisuma sighed, as he opened the door glancing down at you. He was careful as he walked up to you . Placing a gentle hand on your back as he shook you awake

"Hey kid, I need you to wake up for just a moment so I can get you home." He mutters keeping his hand lightly placed on your back

You make a quiet groan, huffing as he places a hand on your back unfortunately the chains there were still tight and secure. You glare at him, though you're too tired to put any real thought behind it.

He takes his time with you explaining that he's going to pick you up and carry you home rather than letting you walk. Soon enough he's carrying you. Your head and arms over his shoulders as he holds you to his middle.

He's not too far from his own spawn base so he doesn't mind setting you down in a room there. Besides you'd be with him for at the very least a week before he decided to introduce you to the next hermit.

When he's home he gently set you don't on his own bed making the mental note to buy another from Scar later on. Honestly he's scared of straying too far; he doesn't want you to be panicked or hostile when you wake up.

He's hesitant to leave though he does get you a comfortable pillow and blanket. He decides food would be the next best thing he could get, he's got left overs from his last visit and to The Pig Pen, thought he thinks that might be too heavy for you to stomach so he opts for soup with some of 'Tommys super carrots' as Iskall branded them .

He nods to himself making his way to the kitchen. He takes another moment pulling up a screen and setting an alarm for him to check on you in the next five-ish minutes as he begins to work on a simple soup.

He checks on you every so often leaving the soup to do so. When he does check on you he more so checks to make sure your comfortable despite the remaining chains holding your wings to you. He's really got to ask someone about that now that he thinks about it.

Soon enough the soup is done and Xisuma realises he's got to wake you up so you can eat. He's hesitant but he places a hand on your shoulder gently shaking you.

Instinctively you shoot up and attempt to bite him. You're immediately met with hard armour that leaves your jaw sore.

"Noted, we'll work out the biting habit soon." He nods, offering you the bowl of soup. He'd like to get you eating regularly as well as maybe getting you a proper bath as well.

You stare at the bowl as it's put into your hands . What ever is in it smells delicious. You glace over at Xisuma, the armoured man. Before opting to taste it. Slowly you brought the bowl to your lips. At first you thought it was odd. It tasted faintly of Chicken though it had the overwhelming taste of vegetables.

Despite that it was good , and it wasn't too heavy in your stomach. You basically drank the bowl faster than you'd ever been allowed food.

Quickly Xisuma tried to stop you from drinking the soup in one quick sitting."Hey don't drink that so fast, you'll make yourself sick.." He warned . Reaching to take the bowl from for temporarily.

You quickly held the bowl away , a small growl starting to build up in your throat. You continued to growl until he pulled his hands away allowing you to finish the soup.

He sighed, what was he going to do with you? You haven't said a word since he's brought you to the server and you haven't really had a non hostile reaction to anyone or anything yet.

You set the bowl down fully expecting that to be all the food you get, though honestly you wouldn't complain. For once your stomach felt warm and you almost felt satisfied with the meal outside of the fact you could eat more

Xisuma noticed you setting the bowl down and hesitantly he walked up reaching for it. "You still hungry?" He asked. Much to your own surprise. Slowly you nodded, absolutely stunned that he'd even ask.

Xisuma left with your bowl and much to your shock returned with about half a bowl of soup. You sat up a small glimmer of excitement in your eyes as you reached for it, and he actually handed it to you! It wasn't some cruel joke he was going to let you eat it!

After handing you the bowl he sat down beside you, making sure you didn't eat too fast once again. Though once you finished you left out a content sounding noise that Xisuma almost wanted to call a purr. He was almost startled when you laid across his lap .

He was very hesitant to do so but slowly he placed a hand atop your head, and ruffled your hair. Tomorrow he'd get you in the bath. He hoped you'd get to know him within the week he had you . But also during this time he needed to think of a hermit who could get the chains off your back and that he could let you get to know.

He had options, He had Doc, Zedaph, Tango, Cleo , or maybe Beef. Those five for sure he knows could handle you; he's just not sure how you would get along with them.

Slowly he started to nod off. You already asleep in his lap did nothing to help his exhausted mind. And soon he feels asleep with you

Day 1

Even after his first non official day with you he learned a lot about you. So first he wanted to lay down a set of general rules.

When he woke up he glanced down at his lap only to find you not there . He glanced around the area , standing up and stretching himself out, but you were nowhere to be found.

He decided he'd look for you; he didn't want you to hurt yourself. He also didn't want you to mess up any farms. A loud clatter from the kitchen caught his attention , so he made his way over. Finding you . He stared at you, surrounded in pans and a couple plates.

"You hungry kid?". He asked, staring to pick up the pans, soon followed by the plates . Once he picked them up and moved them out of harm's way he offered you a hand. "you remember my name right?"

You nodded, helping yourself up. You were sure that he was angry with you and now you wouldn't eat. This has to be some horrible test. Your wings weren't even free yet, it was probably to keep you from flying off. Making you easier to catch.

Xisuma hummed watching you , beneath the helmet he frowned. Though he understood it would take some time for you to get comfortable. "Do you want some of the soup from last night? There's plenty left over." He tried to offer once more . Hoping he at the very least could get you steadily eating.

You slowly nodded at the offer. Food sounded great, and it would be the same food you had last night. He was certainly a lot nicer than people who had bought you before, you'll do your best not to upset him .

He nodded back. "Can I ask you some questions while I reheat the soup?" He asked turning his back to you as he life's the pot of soup out of a refrigerated chest.

You hugged your knees close as you scooted out of his way. Questions couldn't hurt, unless you got them wrong . You hoped it wouldn't be those types of questions.

"okay, let's start with this, Do you have a name?" He tried , he's hoping that you can talk , though with how the muzzle was placed on you and your generally lack of saying anything this far has him doubting that you do. As he asked you questions he set the pot of soup on the top of one of the furnaces working to reheat it again.

'Do you have a name ?' . Being honest you've never really had one. Buyers called you a brat, the sellers just called you 'that one' 'thing' or 'Money maker' though you're pretty sure those aren't the name he's asking for. So you respond with the shake of your head.

"Would you like a name ?" Is his next question. He's hoping you have something or at least want something. He wants to make a bond with you.

Once again you say nothing only nodding as Xisuma turns to you looking over you for a moment. You hope it's something nice. Something that you can own.

"how do you feel about the name (

Y/N?" He offers. When he notices your tail starting to wag he sighs , he's glad he picked out something good for you. "your full tag would have to be something I make for you but , it's a pleasure to properly meet you Y/N"

You grinned, hugging yourself. 'Y/N'; it's your very own name! It's yours you own it ! You could hardly believe it to be true. It was yours and hopefully no one could ever take it from you.

Xisuma's decided that would be enough questions for the day as he poured you a bowl of soup. Which you hastily ate though with Xisuma's guidance not too fast.

The rest of the day consisted of Xisuma showing you around , and giving you a few basic rules so you wouldn't hurt yourself. He found it nice that you could even stand near him without lagging behind him by the end of the day. Then dinner and rest with both of you back ok Xisuma's couch.

Day 2

This day was a day where you got to know Xisuma as he set out a pattern that he called a schedule for you to follow for the rest of the week.

You ended up being the first to awaken, during this time where Xisuma was still asleep you looked for something to keep you occupied whether it be cleaning, looking at the automatic farms, or settling and waiting for Xisuma's to wake up. You Had tried touching one of the farms but Xisuma told you how dangerous it was when he saw you trying.

After Xisuma woke up came cleaning yourselves off, then breakfast. Once breakfast was finished Xisuma would ponder, and you would sit beside him in comfortable silence, or with him as he began asking you questions.

Communication between the two of you was hard. You hadn't talked , or as Xisuma was beginning to suspect, couldn't talk. So he's started to figure out a system through a series of very complicated yes or no questions.

Sometime before noon he pulled out a book and started reading to you. Which was very entertaining. You found it alot more enjoyable than he thought you would and thinking about it , it was probably going to be one of the easiest ways to teach you some of the basic things you'd missed out on. So you could do it yourself soon

Around noon you began to feel tired, th sun was at its highest peek and Xisuma had suggested you lay down for a nap, while he worked on lunch and left you a plat on the kitchen counter for when you woke up.

Though for Xisuma the time was quick and he deemed that during this nap time of yours, this would be the time he would leave to check in with everyone on the server. With a quick check with everyone as they pass by spawn he was back before you even woke up .

During the later hours of the afternoon, some time closer to sunset Xisuma made dinner and the two of you settled down. With a warm drink. Xisuma found reading kept you very entertained. He'd have to teach you soon along with writing.

As the moon starts to rise he waits for you to tire yourself out with running. Before picking out a disk to play as background noise as he tells you about the server and the people on it . Which resulted in you falling asleep to Xisuma's voice.

Day 3

This morning started off horribly. First you were awoken by night terrors of that horrible shop and the people that passed through it . You'd accidently ended up clawing and biting into Xisuma's armour making very deep scratches and bite marks. Still not entirely out of your old habits you ranoff hiding in one of the rooms you know Xisuma said you were allowed to be in and you cowered with the lights off. Expecting a punishment or something horrible to happen for your actions whenever Xisuma woke up.

Xisuma awoke with a hiss glancing down at his armour and looking around for you . He'll have to weld a new piece on it to fix it Though he could do that after he found you and made breakfast. Honestly he was hoping today he could actually get you to take a bath rather than having you clean yourself with a wet rag.

He pushes himself up and off the couch and began checking th spots you were interested in the day before as he called out your name. "Y/N? Y/N? Come out please, I'm going to make breakfast!"he called out as he began searching for you.

You've swear he's angry with you despite his words simply being an offering to come eat breakfast. You hurt him surely he mad, he's yelling for you as well. You're going to lose everything that you've had here. He had to be furious with you. Of course you hid somewhere that interested you. Though the room was large you doubted that he'd actually find you . You ended up hiding inside the book room (library) . You'd just wait for the day to be over and hopefully he wouldn't be upset with you by then.

Xisuma frowned, unable to find you in any of the places he'd thought you'd be in so he decided he'd make breakfast and then announce where your food was so he could repair his armour. He's very slowly started to piece whom he wants to leave you in custody with for the next week though he's going to make sure you're comfortable first.

Xisuma's left your food for you on the counter. Sighing as he walked though the halls "Y/N, your food is on the counter!." He shouts before making his way down to his workshop. While he's here he might as well take the time to make you something special.

You looked around wating a few minutes after Xisuma shouted where your food was. Slowly you crawled out of your hiding spot and out of the library your way to the kitchen. You picked the bowl off the counter and began eating. Sighing as you swallowed the warm soup. Once you finished, you placed the bowl back on the counter and made your way back to your hiding spot

During that time Xisuma had fixed his armour and made you both an official player tag, and a communicator. He couldn't wait to show you. He hoped you'd enjoy it, and that he'd be able to show you how to work it. Though he still hadn't seen you for the day and was becoming very worried.

"Y/N, please, are you here ? Why are you hiding, you haven't done anything." He calls out, to no avail, you've hidden yourself away and he has no clue where. He does check the kitchen just ensuring that you've eaten and you have. So why are you hiding from him?

Had he done something wrong? Asked you a question the day before that made you uncomfortable. Was he being overbearing? How had he burned this bridge before it was built?

You had fallen asleep in your hiding spot trying to completely avoid Xisuma . You simply didn't want to get in trouble whatsoever . You don't think you could handle Xisuma yelling at you properly. He's been so nice to you this far, but you bit him of course he'd be upset with you !

Xisuma sighed as he walked to the door , this was usually around the time you'd nap and he'd plan to leave though now it's a great time to search for you. However he did call out the fact he was leaving just in case you were still in the base and awake wherever you were. He'd left you food on the counter, maybe he could talk to Grian and ask a couple things to see what he might've done wrong.

Xisuma's first stop was Grian's. It was close and familiar so maybe you had fun off to here . "Grian! Have you seen Y/N?" He called out worriedly as he saw the avian heading towards the Entity

"Y/N? you mean our little dragon friend?" Grian tilted his head, his wings raising around the two of them to ensure the matter stayed a secret between the two. "No I've not seen our blue scaly friend, why?"

Xisuma sighs trying to steady his own breathing as his heart dropped to his stomach when Grian gave him an answer. "They're gone, I don't know where, they haven't responded to anything, I don't know why."

Grian reached over and places a hand on Xisuma's shoulder. "Was anything out of the ordinary from them compared to the schedule you made with them that you told me about? "

" No , when I woke up this morning they just weren't there Grian , what do I do ?" Xisuma asked , he really as just hoping you've hidden themselves somewhere in the house that he hasn't found yet. But if you've really run away what can he do , he hasn't prepared anything for you and you don't have a communicator it player tag he wouldn't know if something happened to you.

Grian seemed to noticed the silence from his friend and wrapped a wing around Xisuma properly " How about after you finish watching them I watch them first? Then we introduce them to a few of the tame-ish hermits before introducing them to some of the not so tame hermits"

Xisuma chuckled " that's a little rich coming from one of the least tame hermits I happen to know , but thank you. I'm going to go check my base again I'm sure if you haven't sent them, they're still there "

Grian nods as he waves Xisuma off "I'll let everyone know your alive !"He shouts back nodding as he turns around . He's going to have to ask Xisuma more questions about you , he wants to be able to accommodate you as soon as possible.

Xisuma on the other hand started checking all of the rooms even ones he had told you not to go into. Though soon he settled on the couch, unable to find you.

On the other hand you'd just finished your nap, and had come out of hiding stretching as best you could. The still present chains on your back made it practically impossible to stretch the way you'd wanted to . You assume Xisuma's made lunch and hopefully it's been enough time for Xisuma to calm down and not yell at you .

Slowly you snuck your way out of the book room and to the kitchen to eat . The moment you'd grabbed your plate you were picked up causing you to yelp. Your fear immediately spiked as you kicked and squirmed in Xisuma's grip until he dropped you. When he dropped you, you ran towards the nearest corner and began to attention to shield yourself without the help of your wings

Xisuma walked up with a frown on his face. "Y/N, what's wrong?" He worriedly asked, reaching a hand out to you his worry deepening when you flinched away from him.

No words were said as you attempted to shield yourself. It made Xisuma sad seeing you like this. "You're okay, I promise I'm not mad" he muttered "what happened?" He tried .

You glanced up at him tears heavy in your eyes as you attempted to keep the distance between the two of you tear starting to build in your eyes . How were you meant to express what you wanted to say? You didn't know how to use words in the way you wanted you could understand them but reading and speaking them wasn't something what wasn't a requirement before now.

Xisuma let you wait it out deciding not to make any sudden movements as he waited for you to calm down .

You let out a keen as sobs broke out . You couldn't explain yourself . You bit him and broke his stuff of course he's mad at you.

Xisuma frowned as you cried. He hated this . He's scared you're crying because of him . He waited a moment before slowly backing off. "I'll be right back" he states. Getting up and running off to another one of the rooms

The entire time , you sit there sobbing. You were certain that he was going to kick you out , you wouldn't have a name or a server anymore! He'd probably be better off selling you again . You shouldn't have put so much trust in him.

Xisuma had run off in search of a very old gift his sibling Evil X had got him back when they were on speaking terms. When he found it he smiled . It wouldn't suit him well but he hoped you would like it.

He made his way back holding the soft plush toy out to you. "Hi there Y/N, I'm Void, I'm your friend" he spoke for the toy in a high pitched voice feeling ridiculous.

You glanced up reaching for the small toy. The small plush black stained axolotl clashed with your blue-ish green scales as you held it close your sobs slowly dying into sniffles

Xisuma sighed , he was glad that helped. Thinking about it this was the age where you should be starting to hoard things . He wondered what you'd end up hoarding. He also needed to buy you a bed from scar's and decided if he would leave you with Grian, Doc, Stress or Wels.

Hesitantly Xisuma reached out for you. He hated that you still flinched but when you actually let him take toys hand it made him feel much better. He slowly continued taking your hand before he dragged you over to the couch and sat you down.

"Can we talk about why you're upset ?" He asked watching as you hugged the plush toy closer and nodded. "Okay, was it my fault?". You quickly shook your head. It could never be his fault. It was yours.

"Okay, was it because my armour broke this morning ?". You nodded burying your face in to the toy . "That's not your fault though ". You shook your head in response . It was your fault.

You took a breath otimg to show him with a cautious and controlled bite nothing that would hurt or break the armour. Surprisingly he understood and reached up to ruffle your hair .

"Y/n, I'm not upset with you I promise, you made a mistake and I would never hate you for that " he sighed .

Now the problem has been solved. You soon have lunch then Slowly you settle in beside Xisuma . The plush axolotl never leaving your side as Xisuma begins to read. Hours pass and soon Xisuma stands to make dinner.

The both of you enjoy a tasty dinner before both of you settle and head to bed.

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Days 4-5 up soon hopefully I'm glad people are enjoying this.If you all could pick one Stress, Grian, Doc, or Welsknight it would help me write the next few parts.

Thank you - Kiwi

#hermitblr #x reader #x dragon reader #dragon reader #dragon #hermitcraft xisuma #xisumavoid #platonic #x child reader #x Child dragon reader #x dragon #Fruit Writes

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heres-some-drawings · 9 months

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Here me out, Carrots help you get better eyesight, and the only egg whose main thing had something connected to eyesight was glasses. So JuanaFlippa and tilín are both stuck in the ice, but the question shouldn’t be where, it should be why.

Aquí yo, las zanahorias te ayudan a mejorar la vista, y el único huevo cuyo elemento principal tenía algo relacionado con la vista eran los anteojos. Así que JuanaFlippa y tilín están atrapados en el hielo, pero la pregunta no debería ser dónde, sino por qué.

Aqui estou eu, as cenouras ajudam você a ter uma visão melhor, e o único ovo cuja principal coisa tinha algo relacionado à visão eram os óculos. Portanto, JuanaFlippa e tilín estão presos no gelo, mas a questão não deveria ser onde, deveria ser por quê.

Tenez, les carottes vous aident à avoir une meilleure vue, et le seul œuf dont l'élément principal avait quelque chose de lié à la vue était les lunettes. Alors JuanaFlippa et tilín sont tous les deux coincés dans la glace, mais la question ne devrait pas être où, mais pourquoi.

#qsmp #qsmp thoughts #qsmp theory #juanaflippa #rip juanaflippa #rip tilin #im a conspiracy theorist now

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foodies-channel · 22 days

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🍥 Pork chop, roasted carrots, fondant potatoes, pickled radish, blueberry demi glace, beetroot puree

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cerisep0urrie · 1 year

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⋆·˚ ༘ * food vocab en français⋆·˚ ༘ *

✎ more

✿ la nourriture - food

la bouffe - food (informal)

les fruit - fruits

les légumes - vegetables

les graines de céréales - grains

la protéine - protein

le produits laitiers - dairy

le dessert - dessert (yes i included this as a food category)

✿ les fruits

la pomme - apple

l’orange - orange

la cerise - cherry

le citron - lemon

la banane - banana

la framboise - raspberry

l’abricot - apricot

la fraise - strawberry

la pêche - peach

la poire - pear

le raisin - grape

la pastèque - watermelon

✿ les légumes

la tomate - tomato

la pomme de terre / patate - potato

le maïs - corn

la carotte - carrot

le concombre - cucumber

le poivron - pepper

l’oignon - onion

l’ail - garlic

la courge - squash

l’aubergine - eggplant

les haricots - beans

✿ les graines de céréales

le riz - rice

les pâtes - pasta

le pain - bread

les céréales - cereal

le croissant - croissant

✿ la protéine

la viande - meat

les produits de la mer - seafood

le poisson - fish

le poulet - chicken

le porc - pork

le bœuf - beef

l’œuf - egg

✿ le produits laitiers

le lait - milk

le fromage - cheese

les yaourts - yogurt

✿ le dessert

la glace - ice cream

le chocolat - chocolate

le biscuit - cookie

le gâteau - cake

la pâtisserie - pastry

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thewolfparadox-things · 7 months

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Simple Menu for a Small Feast of Hircine

Appetizers

Venison Carpaccio - Thinly sliced venison drizzled with olive oil, balsamic vinegar, and Parmesan cheese.

Wild Boar Skewers - Grilled wild boar skewers served with a sweet and sour dipping sauce.

Smoked Trout Dip - Smoked trout blended with cream cheese, dill, and lemon juice. Served with crackers or bread.

Main Course

Roasted Stag - A whole roasted stag with all the trimmings, including roasted vegetables and potatoes.

Grilled Elk Chops - Grilled elk chops served with a mushroom and demi-glace sauce.

Braised Rabbit - Braised rabbit in a red wine sauce with herbs and vegetables.

Side Dishes

Roasted Root Vegetables - Carrots, parsnips, and turnips roasted in olive oil with herbs.

Wild Rice Pilaf - Wild rice pilaf with mushrooms, onions, and garlic.

Green Bean Casserole - Green beans baked in a creamy mushroom sauce.

Dessert

S'mores - Roast marshmallows over the campfire and make s'mores with graham crackers and chocolate bars.

Apple Pie - Homemade apple pie with a flaky crust and warm apples.

Huntsman's Pie - A hearty pie filled with venison, potatoes, and vegetables.

Drinks

Beer - A selection of your favorite beers, including some craft beers and local brews.

Wine - A selection of red and white wines, including some that pair well with the food on the menu.

Non-alcoholic beverages - A variety of non-alcoholic beverages, such as water, soda, and juice.

This menu is simple, yet hearty and satisfying. It is perfect for a small feast of Hircine held outdoors. The dishes are all easy to prepare, and they can be cooked over a campfire or on a grill.

#hircine worship #daedra worship #pop culture paganism #skyrim paganism #hircine #werewolves #lord hircine #skyrim pagan

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phyllidaluna · 7 months

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I wanted to draw the monster and his twink form [x]

#sorcerer hunters #bakuretsu hunters #carrot glace #monster #anime #text post #artists on tumblr #dragon fate

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sicknessglory · 2 years

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When someone offers you lemon bars and glaced carrot cake :)

but your boss declines :/

#midsomer murders #gavin troy #tom barnaby #death in disguise

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vidapuppen · 4 months

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Beef wellington, maple glazed carrots, balsamic roasted asparagus, duck fat fondant potatoes, and a red wine demi glace

#personal #food

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advernia · 2 years

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HOW ARE YOU FEELING TODAY?

ONE —

Silver is softly snoring in his chair. He has been for a good hour or so. The controller in his hands seems like it's going to slip off from his fingers, but it doesn't.

The water jug and the cups are empty, and so is the bag of chips on the table.

It is 1:38 AM, the clock on his bedside table reads.

All that and yet Lilia continues to stare at his monitor, a deep frown furrowing his brow. Should he, or should he not? Was it worth it, or should he abstain? Decisions, decisions - how is that making such a simple choice felt so dire? And why is it that as soon as the decision was made with just a push of a button, the consequences make themselves known to you immediately?

Lilia lets out a long exhale. He stares again, stares longer, stares some more; until he takes hold of his controller, and -

「 Do you wish to perform a 10-pull? 」

A signature weapon should belong to its rightful owner!

With that thought in mind, Lilia clicks the 「 YES 」 button.

Lilia squeals as soon as the deed was done, watching the screen shift from a menu to a sky; turning darker and darker until fireworks suddenly burst forth from the darkness, exploding in colors of blues and greens and reds.

"Oooh, here it comes!"

TWO —

"Changin' out of my PE uniform now's a hassle... Hafta get back to the dorm first, then..."

"Oh, mon dieu! Monsieur Cherry Apple, that's quite a bruise you're sporting on your arm!"

Epel yelps, a few expletives running out of his mouth. Thank Sevens, it wasn't Vil. But at the same time, did it have to be Rook?

"Ah... Um, it was a lab accident!" Epel says when he turns around to face his Vice Dorm Leader. "Something spilled on me, and..."

Rook let out a laugh as he strode forward and took hold of Epel's left arm, studying the angry skin of the wrist going down to the forearm. Terrible to look at, yes, but at least there was no bleeding. "An accident! I see, I see. I say, this was quite a mishap. Did a cat perhaps, spill whatever caused this bruising on your delicate skin?"

The man was smiling, but there was a sharper edge to his eyes that made Epel squirm. Darn. Did he know? Is that why he suddenly mentioned a cat? He probably did, and this was why everyone in Pomefiore recommended not to bother lying to Rook. But really, how did he know? Wasn't he in the Science club? Wasn't the Alchemy Lab far away from the Sports Field? Was he bluffing? Should Epel take his chances?

"N-no, I spilled it on myself - I wasn't watching where I was going, a-and..."

THREE —

"... Ya think he'll be okay?"

The ghost chefs glance at each other, whispering in some corner of the kitchen with their backs turned.

"Think so. He prepped the meat without nodding off."

"Yeah, but wasn't he about to when he was peeling 'em carrots 'n potatoes?"

"He nearly hit his head on the counter and woke up. He was good after that. You sure he added the demi-glace?"

"Y-ep. Ya can smell it from here."

That was true - a pleasant, savory smell had been slowly starting to envelop the kitchen for about five minutes already, so maybe everything was fine. Silver was doing good as a student: took to instructions well, knew his way around a kitchen, listened to feedback.

However...

One of the chefs turn around, towards Silver's direction - and promptly shrieks.

"Heeeeeeeey! Don't ya fall asleep while stirring ya stew! That pot's wide enough for ya pretty head to dunk in, y'know!"

FOUR —

As he's being led away by the Headmaster shortly after his overblot, the first place he's sure he'd end up in was the office. Imagine that, a Dorm Leader allowing himself to fly into a rampage, laying waste to his own dorm, and endangering the lives of his members! What punishment would the Headmaster sanction for such a shameful display? What would the whole of Heartslabyul make of him now? Was there still a place for him in Night Raven College after all he had done?

... What would mother, Sevens forbid, do if she knew?

Riddle shudders, vision going blurry for a second. A wave of weakness takes over his body, crashing deeper in his legs and keeping him in place.

"Rosehearts-kun."

The headmaster is calling his attention. He has to respond. Yet the words seem to die at his throat.

"Don't fear, now," Crowley says, "do raise your head."

There's a softness to the headmaster's voice that has him doing exactly what he was told, and what he sees immediately are touches of white. Curtains, pillows, sheets. All white. He looks around some more, and recognition comes to him. The infirmary.

Weren't they headed to the Headmaster's office?

"I think we're both aware of how urgent it is to discuss the events that had transpired," Crowley continues, one hand of his on Riddle's back and gently pushing him to move forward. He follows without resistance, and soon he stands in front of one of the beds. "However! I would be a failure as a headmaster if I allow you to carry on like this! Do get some rest first, then we shall deal with everything one step at a time. Understood?"

"... But headmaster, I..."

"I'd appreciate if you would thank me for my benevolence instead," Crowley smiles, the hand on Riddle's back now patting his shoulder. "You've gone through a lot today, and whether you believe it or not, you deserve to get some rest. I say this not only for your sake, but also for those who are waiting for your return."

Riddle closes his eyes and swallows thickly, the faces of his many dorm members a clear picture in his mind.

"... Thank you very much."

"Ah, now that's a good response!"

1: epel reappears for this batch! here's everyone's context:

lilia -> a touch daring!

epel -> sweating buckets over here!

silver -> ... so warm. so comfortable... (masterchef, riddle + silver ver.)

riddle -> ... where do i begin? (post overblot)

#twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #epel felmier #twst silver #riddle rosehearts #a signature weapon should belong to its owner... LMAO cries loudly in other gachas with difficult weapon banners #more context for epel's: magift practice be tough my guys and i do think epel doesn't particularly mind it being difficult #he might forget to be careful with himself tho lol which... is a total no-no for both rook and vil for different reasons #q&a

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