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moongirlcleo · 3 months

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Scaramouche fucks you like he hates you. Between the spit, the manhandling and pure filth that oozes from his mouth, you weren't quite sure whether or not it was an act.

The rough slap of skin on skin as he bullies his cock into you only serves to remind you that you were nothing more than his toy.

"Look at you, little slut. All fucked out and crying for me.... pathetic."

A snap of his hand connects with the plump swell of your ass, causing you to whine out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

The man leans over and bites your shoulder blade, pumping himself into your abused hole over and over again.

He's been fucking you like this for a few hours now, with no end in sight.

Your eyelashes flutter with tears, long overstimulated and begging for him. What you were begging for, not even you knew at this point.

All you could do was whimper and drool as the man you loved ravished you.

Scaramouche always fucked like he hated you, but really, he hated himself.

#genshin #genshin smut #scaramouche #wanderer #kunikuzushi #reader x scaramouche #cleo writes #moongirlcleo

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lilacsa · 2 years

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# tokyo revengers + driving

guys please send me headcanon requests i love doing these

warnings: didn’t proofread characters: baji, draken, & chifuyu

# baji keisuke

- i know he looks hot behind a wheel. - rests his elbow on an open window and rubbing the stubble on his chin while waiting for his light - puts his arm around your seat while reversing in order to look back - always has the windows rolled down - he likes the wind in his hair. he’s like a dog - does NOT let you get aux tho - pretends to be annoyed when you finally get to play your music - firm believer of the ‘my car my music’ rule - drives a kia btw - you guys get into a lot of car fights - yeah u know that one kendrick lamar song, that’s y’all - (i’m talking about We Cry Together btw) - also hates letting you drive. HE wants to drive. it’s HIS car. - will try to convince you he’s sober enough to drive after a night drinking - i won’t lie bajis a skilled driver. notice how i said skilled and not responsible - he’s just so impatient - had gotten so many speeding tickets - major tailgater. - yeah he’s an asshole

# draken ryuguji

- i would love to stare at darkens side profile while he drives - okay he drives with one hand and it’s so hot - like two fingers on the wheel type thing ahhhhhhh - always opens the car door for you. without fail. - will talk to you from the standing outside the car with his hand resting on the hood of the car while you sit in shot gun-- does that make sense? - secretly doesn’t like when you drive because he doesn’t know what to do in shotgun, he always needs his hand to be preoccupied with something yk - he hates using a GPS. - 100% convinced that he doesn’t need it. 100% does need it. - draken also is convinced he’s capable of driving after drinking. he eventually comes to his senses though - let’s u play your music, definitely made a car playlist together - softly mumbles or mouths the lyrics to a song playing its so cute - he loves driving - rests his hand on your thigh constantly

# chifuyu matsuno

- also a hand-thigh rester - chifuyus a good driver, very responsible - but he expects that kind of responsibility from everyone else on the road - and he has extreme road rages when those responsibilities aren’t met - which is pretty out of character for him but - it’s gotten to the point that he’s reaching his head out the window shouting at the ‘blind asshole’ who cut him off without their turn signal on “helen keller-headass” - really doesn’t mind you driving - ok i really picture chifuyu as more of a subway rider - like that hot guy you see on the metro wearing a suit (chifuyu in a suit omg) - always gives up his seat to older ladies, and younger ladies, and pregnant ladies, ladies in general - imagine chifuyu loosening his tie after getting on the train - i cant do this anymore

#tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #draken x reader #draken headcanons #ken ryuguji #baji x reader #baji headcanons #baji keisuke #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu headcanons #chifuyu matsuno #tokyo rev x reader #chifuyu hcs #draken hcs #baji hcs #cleo writes

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zombi3mama · 3 months

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Source memory, written by a Cleo Introject

Time period is secret life

Etho and I/Cleo are married, and Grian is both of ours boyfriend.

Dinner Night

Cleo had prepared a dinner for her, her husband Etho, and her boyfriend Grian. She made a simple pasta dish, angel hair and red sauce with no chunks just like Etho liked. She never understood the hate behind chunky sauce, but ever since being with Etho she’s come to get used to it. The dinner was nice and candle lit, with the plates and silverware organized. Grian had helped cook the dinner, preparing the spices Cleo needed to put in the sauce and- keeping her company in the kitchen while she worked, sneaking quick kisses every now and again whenever they could. It was nice to be so domestic with Grian, Cleo thought. She really loved both of her lovers, more than the world could explain it. Even in this crazy death game, she couldn’t bring herself to ever betray the two.

Now, sitting at the dinner table, they ate together. Etho was talking about his crazy day, and how he was enchanting with Grian for most of it. Love wasn’t lost after all. Cleo liked listening to the two men in front of her talk, she was a great listener after all. Her favorite thing to do while they were talking was admire their features, especially Ethos. With his mask on constantly, it was always a challenge for her to see him unmasked. He was a gorgeous man, similar to Grian. She loved both of their soft faces, their eyes, their personalities, everything about them was enough to make her feel all giddy inside.

After dinner, they all cleaned up together, and once the dishes were done and prep was put away, they sat up talking for a little bit longer before heading to bed together. Small domestic moments like these, made Cleo grateful for every second she lived.

#roomies alliance #roomies #roomies secret life #secret life #gritho #greo #cletho #secret life shipping #traffic shipping #traffic life #traffic life series #life smp #life smp shipping #polyamourous #written by an introject #looking for sourcemates #fanfic?#oneshot #Cleo writes

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astraphone · 1 year

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it’s time we had some leave; oya

a @wayfarer-exchange treat for @sunshinemage and their delightful Oya Cenric!

Oya is tired of Rona.

Oya is tired in general, really, but Rona is the easiest culprit to blame. The dreary, rainy swamp sets a dull backdrop to difficult days spent trying to make ends meet.

It’s miles better than the alternative, of course. Oya would take Rona with Aeran over all the luxuries in the world alone. Still, there are days when the weight of everything Oya is grappling with catches up with her, even with her best friend by her side.

Today is one such day. They’re short on this month’s rent, with no upcoming job promising funds to make it up and nowhere to go if they get kicked out. Oleander has given them until the end of the week to pay up, leaving Oya and Aeran to scramble to find a job that they can complete on such short notice.

Oya should be out getting a head start to the day. But they woke early this morning with an anxious dread settled deep in their gut, and they know themself well enough to know that it won’t easily go away on its own. So they dress quietly in the dark and make their way towards Rona’s docks, where they find a spot to sit and watch as the sky slowly turns lighter.

It’s certainly not the best sunrise Oya has ever seen; the colors are dampened as the clouds promise morning rain. But it’s something, at least. There’s an abandoned rope lying on the ground near where Oya is sitting, and as she watches the sunrise she takes it and begins working it into a knot she’s known since childhood. When she finishes, she undoes it and starts another, and knot by knot her breath comes a little more steadily.

“There you are.” The methodical rhythm she’s fallen into is interrupted as Aeran’s familiar presence settles down at her side. She doesn’t bother asking how he found her; she’s fairly certain Aeran could find her anywhere.

“I… needed a break,” she says by way of explanation.

Aeran grimaces sympathetically. “It’s been a shit week, hasn’t it?” Off of Oya’s nod, he nudges her conspiratorially. “I did find a lead on a potential job. Figured we could check it out this morning.”

Good news, finally. Oya feels some of the tension in her shoulders relax, and she smiles tentatively at Aeran. “That’s somewhere to start. Can we stay here a few more minutes, though?”

The sun is almost fully above the horizon, their latest knot is almost complete, and Oya would like to treasure one moment of peace before delving back into the world. There’s a moment where they think Aeran is going to say no, and they’ll accept it—they’ll give in to his restless energy and his constant need to keep moving, because he’s Aeran and there is very little that they won’t do for him. But instead Aeran shrugs and stretches, making himself comfortable next to them.

“Sure. What are you tying?”

Oya moves the rope so that Aeran can see the intricate knot, and he lets out an appreciative whistle.

“Can you show me how?”

Oya grins. “I don’t know, it’s a complicated one. Think you can keep up?”

Aeran crosses his arms in mock indignation. “Well, now you have to teach me.”

A light rain begins to fall as they linger by the docks, but as they sit together, Aeran’s hands brushing Oya’s as he follows the patterns she makes, Oya can’t help but think that the morning feels a little brighter.

#wayfarer exchange #wayfarer fic #wayfarer if #oya cenric #cleo writes #i hope you enjoy!#ever since you mentioned oya tying knots as a calming thing it's been living rent free in my brain #and i wanted to work it into something

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perfectfeelings · 2 months

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Don’t be the reason someone feels insecure. Be the reason someone feels seen, heard, and supported.

Cleo Wade

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thehopefulquotes · 5 months

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Don’t be the reason someone feels insecure. Be the reason someone feels seen, heard and supported.

Cleo Wade

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thoughtkick · 7 months

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Don’t be the reason someone feels insecure. Be the reason someone feels seen, heard and supported.

Cleo Wade

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teddytoroa · 9 months

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the thing about joe hills of nashville tennessee is that on a server of folks roleplaying mad scientists and zombies and kings and creeper-goats and kakashi of naruto and mayors and businessmen and slimes and iskall and dungeon masters and doom guy and dwarves and elves and aliens and whatever the gigaverse is, you have Joe Hills The Regular Human Guy From Nashville (Tennessee), and yet his normalcy is frequently more bizarre somehow than whatever else is going on. and this never ever fails to enchant and delight me.

#many of my most favourite episodes of hermitcraft are of joe just doin joe things #the entire empires arc where he writes his resume and hands it out and gets a job with pix is just SO so good #ive rewatched it at least twice #and im beyond excited to get my Official Signed Joe Hills TCG card im gonna frame it with my signed Cleo card n keep them on my desk #joe hills #hermitcraft season 9

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stanleyscubrick · 1 year

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Agnès Varda: ‘I am still alive, I am still curious. I am not a piece of rotting flesh’

#agnes varda #film #writing #literature #studyblr #studyspo #dark academia #booklr #chaotic academia #light academia #romantic academia #classical academia #watched cleo from 5 to 7 recently #and went down this rabbit hole #cinematography #french new wave

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heres-someart · 5 months

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I blacked out and redrew Hermitcraft text chat

The original text if you want it:

#hermitcraft #joe hills #zombie cleo #grian #hermitcraft fanart #i had such a vision for this when i saw it and im so happy with it #also while i working on this my drama club sent the beginnings of a h*nger g*mes self-insert f*nfic #(censoring so this doesnt come up in those tags)#its genuinely such impressive writing and i kill this bitch i dont like!#its lovely!#cas.art

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salemoleander · 5 months

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Limited Life Cleo's arc was about the joy and safety of being stuck in a loop. Knowing you'll get to live again, and again, and again, a thousand lifetimes with these people by your side. Death is a momentary blip. Nothing to lose.

Secret Life Cleo's arc was about the futility and devotion of being stuck in a loop and knowing this isn't one where you win. Sure, you'll come back, but you wanted this one. You wanted these partners. You wanted this life. (Even if you won, of course, the result would be the same. An ending. No way to win.)

#slsmp spoilers #secret life spoiler #slsmp #secret life #cleo #salem tag #salem fic #i guess. meta? something. it's creative writing im tagging fic

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moongirlcleo · 3 months

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Alhaitham knows how to get under your skin, pushing every button you seemingly have just to see you squirm.

You're already incredibly pliant for him, but he enjoys pushing you past your limits.

His favorite thing to do is corner you after a long day of work, pushing you against the kitchen counter, pulling your bottoms down until you're revealed to him.

His tongue traces a line up your most sensitive area, enjoying the way your knuckles were already turning white.

"F-fuck, haitham.... I just... just got home, ahhhh~" Your arousal already coats the scholar's lips- to him, it was as if your body was a flower and your nectar sweet as ambrosia.

He doesn't reply, instead he pushes his tongue deeper into your core. Large hands keep your legs spread apart for him, devouring you as if it was his last meal on earth.

Your whimpers and coos urge him on, until cum drips down the sides of his mouth. But Alhaitham doesn't stop. He never stops after you orgasm. It's not until you've cum at least twice and squirted your arousal all over him does he pull back, a cheeky grin on the bastard's face.

"Come on, yn. Let's go upstairs and fuck."

#genshin alhaitham #genshin impact #genshin smut #alhaitham #alhaitham x y/n #cleo writes #moongirlcleo

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quotefeeling · 3 months

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Don’t be the reason someone feels insecure. Be the reason someone feels seen, heard, and supported.

Cleo Wade

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theminecraftbee · 4 months

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Afterwards, they do a race. They don’t talk about it, but it’s there, between them still. Something settled between them. Cleo doesn’t know how to say it; they never know how to say things like this. Still, they need to, so they wait until Ren’s race is over and then hike through the jungle to go sit on top of Etho’s base and wait for him to show up as well.

He doesn’t. He’d gone to their base. Instead of just showing up for each other, they have to somewhat awkwardly coordinate over text which base to meet at. It forces everything to feel more real.

When they finally meet up, it’s in the shopping district, leaning against the button. A dangerous game in theory, but Cleo’s not fully convinced it can explode at this point, so.

Cleo breathes. They’re both quiet for a moment.

"Okay, so like, are we doing this?" Cleo says.

"I don’t really know, uh, what this is," Etho says, "but I… care about you. I think. So I think we’re doing that."

Cleo nods once. "You know I don’t fall in love, right? I’m not going to fall in love with you, I don’t do that. Might say something about loving you, but it’s not the same thing. Different sense of the word. It’s different, loving people and falling in love, got it? And I won’t do that second thing. I’m never going to do that second thing. I don’t--"

"Okay. I know," Etho says.

"Do you?" Cleo asks.

"I mean, not entirely, but I’m frankly surprised we’re having this conversation in the first place. I never expected you to be in love with me."

"But I’m not," Cleo says. "I’m attracted to you, and I love you as like, a companion and friend or whatever, but I’m not in love with you. I’m. Ugh. I wish I knew the right words. I just--I also don’t let go of things so if we’re doing this you’re going to have to get used to that real fast. Me not being in love with you but me not letting you go, both of those things."

"You're attracted to me? Aw, Cleo," Etho says.

"Don't be an ass," Cleo says.

"Sorry, sorry. It's just, geez, this is--a heavy conversation, huh?"

Cleo sighs. "We'll work on the deflection."

Etho rubs the back of his head and looks away. "Uh, in that case. If I'm maybe a little in love with you--"

"I can't--I can't reciprocate that, Etho," Cleo says, and their voice cracks as they do.

"I know," Etho says. "I just want to make sure it's okay, then."

"You can't help that, can you? Just like I can't help that I still sort of want to kill anyone who hurts you."

Etho seems to think about it for a while. Cleo resists the urge to fidget. She's a zombie. She shouldn't have the urge to fidget; she should be too dead for that. Besides, it's hardly like it's a secret she doesn't fall in love, exactly. It's just... it's only relevant sometimes. Feeling like, as she watches Etho and Bdubs dance around each other, she's on the outside looking in. She'd kill to hold their hands, to protect them, hell, even to kiss them--but that's different. She just can't summon the same emotion of... she doesn't know.

Martyn had almost gotten it, for all he didn't get anything else, in the end. Scott was never going to fall in love with her in the first place, for obvious reasons. Whatever attraction she and Pearl have going on, it's definitely not love.

But this...

"Okay," Etho says.

"That's it?" Cleo says.

"I mean, does it need to be anything else?" Etho says. "It's not like we can just... not do this. I think it's too late for that. Whatever 'this' is. I'm in love, and you aren't, but we'd both be pretty upset to lose this, right? So I'll... figure it out."

Cleo swallows. They feel small. "Will you? Do you understand?"

Etho shrugs. "I understand that it's you, and it's you that this happened with, not anyone else."

"Okay," Cleo says. "Okay."

"Is it okay if I kiss you? Just to try it, I mean. Not like, as a--this is a bad time, actually, I don't want to try to make any kissing we do romantic, I mean, you just told me this won't be romantic, I--"

"Yeah, sure, you can kiss me," Cleo says, and he leans in to kiss them. It's nice. A little soft for what they'd want, really, but nice. He leans back. He looks them in the eyes.

"I get it a little more now."

Cleo is baffled. "How? Kissing is just like, a thing we did? How does that have anything to do with any of the rest of this."

Etho laughs. "I definitely get it a little more now. What do you want to tell the others? I know they're definitely gossiping."

"Ugh. Can we just, like, not?" Cleo says. "I don't want to have to explain it."

"I'll just be confusing then, got it," Etho says, and Cleo can't help but laugh themselves.

"This is why you're my favorite," Cleo says, and they think maybe this will work out okay, after all.

#secret life smp #trafficshipping #hermitshipping #a bee fic #cletho #zombiecleo #ethoslab #yeah this one is ALSO pretty overtly shipping even though it’s also overtly aromantic #idk man. definitions are blurry. lines are blurry. I’d call this shipping even if it’s not about being in love.#anyway. bi aro cleo is a headcanon I’m increasingly attached to so I thought I’d write this for yall.#don’t know how to explain it more than. I think it suits them.#I know this is out of my wheelhouse but I felt like I wanted it out there yeah?#anyway I’LL GO BACK TO THE FANON SWAP PROMPTS SOON JUST NEEDED THIS WRITTEN FIRST

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astraphone · 1 year

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give in to what i can’t disguise; cassander

y’all know the drill: a @wayfarer-exchange treat! this time it’s for @ladamebrunette and her wonderful wayfarer Cassander Inteus.

It’s been less than a week since Cassander woke up on the Dareia after almost dying in Rona, and the man is testing Aeran’s patience like no one else can. (Aeran would much rather skim past the almost dying part, but true to form, he can’t forget. He can hardly close his eyes without seeing Cassander unmoving on the Count’s villa floor, as if he needed more fodder for nightmares.) He’s clearly still in pain, should very obviously be resting, and today he’s insisting on sparring.

“I can’t get out of practice now,” he’d insisted when Aeran had voiced his concerns. “Imagine arriving in Velantis only to discover, in front of a legion of guild mages, that I’ve gone so long without any sort of exertion that I’ve completely forgotten how to fight. Humiliating.”

“Who cares what they think?” Aeran had asked, and Cassander had shrugged.

“Certainly not me, but I do have a reputation to uphold, you know.”

So here they are, despite Aeran’s better judgment, sparring on the deck of the ship. Aeran has been taking it as slow as he can without letting Cassander realize--he’ll never hear the end of it if he does--but Cassander’s injuries are clearly far more prevalent than he’s been pretending. He’s already out of breath and visibly struggling to stay on his feet.

“Let’s break,” Aeran calls, but Cassander’s expression is one of exhausted determination.

“No.” He advances on Aeran with renewed vigor, which lasts until he stumbles on the approach and goes sprawling towards the deck.

Aeran, who had been expecting something like this, catches him easily, and lowers them both down together.

“Let’s break,” Aeran says again, more insistently, and this time Cassander doesn’t argue.

“Fuck me,” he says instead with a grimace, and Aeran sighs as he watches him attempt to scramble up into a sitting position.

“You’re hurt, Cassander. You’re not doing yourself any favors by not fucking resting.”

“I’m not doing myself any favors by wasting away below deck, either.”

“It’s been a week,” Aeran says with all the patience he can muster. “You aren’t wasting away, you’re recovering. You’re allowed to stop sometimes, you know that?”

“Am I?” Cassander mutters.

“You are,” Aeran says firmly. “This whole situation is fucking terrible. I get it. But you’re just going to hurt yourself again, and I--” He stumbles over his words, but he forces himself to press onwards. “I can’t watch that. Please don’t make me.”

Something softens in Cassander’s frustrated gaze at that, and instead of continuing to try to get up, he leans back against Aeran’s chest. “I guess I can wait a few more days.”

“Thank you.”

Cassander shrugs, and this time when he looks up at Aeran there’s an absolute shit-eating grin on his face. “It’s not all bad, though. There are worse people’s arms to collapse into.”

Aeran feels his face turn bright red as Cassander laughs. “I--you--shut up.”

He loves him. It’s a relatively new realization, and it sends a shiver down Aeran’s spine every time he thinks it. Gods be fucking damned, he loves this ridiculous man. Cassander will be safe, Aeran promises himself. He will do whatever it takes to make it so.

#wayfarer fic #wayfarer exchange #cleo writes #cassander inteus #i love cass so very much #thanks for letting me borrow him nero!

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perfectfeelings · 3 months

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Don’t be the reason someone feels insecure. Be the reason someone feels seen, heard, and supported.

Cleo Wade

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