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yandere-writer-momo · 1 month

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Yandere Head Canons:

Build-a-Yandere

Yandere Android x GN Reader

You were lonely. A fact that you eventually came to terms with when you realized you’re the only one in your friend group that still remained single while they started families.

You felt so far behind everyone else. The self doubt crept its fingers into your mind and wouldn’t let go… so you did what you did best. You drowned yourself in the internet. The perfect digital escape from reality…

Dating apps did little to appease your loneliness, but they filled a bit of the void. It wasn’t until you were one wine bottle deep and scrolling through your favorite social media app that you stumbled upon an advertisement to sample a product.

Build-a-boyfriend. A company that allowed its customers to pick every single aspect out for their ideal man. From personality to physical appearance and even to penis size. You could build your own man!

A slurred chuckle escaped your lips. Should you apply to test out their product? It’s not like you had anything to lose… what could be the harm in giving it a shot?

And so you began to fill out the quiz. You wanted a soft and gentle boyfriend. One of those golden retriever boys who only had eyes for you. The kind of guy who had a muscular yet soft build. A man who worked out but would never say no to a cookie. A taller guy who always knew what to say and was cuddly. The kind of guy who was obsessed with you.

The quiz even asked you at the end if you were sure you wanted an obsessive man. Of course you were! Wasn’t that what most people wanted? A partner who was only and all about them? That’s what obsession was! Right?

And so your drunk self finished this entire personality quiz until it went to the physical appearance and the sexual bit. A perverted smile now on your face.

“Let’s give him a big penis.” You laughed as you guided your cursor to drag the length bar to eight inches long. “I want to be filled.”

And then you selected caramel skin tone, cinnamon eyes, and black hair. A smile on your face. You were going to make this android a Latin lover.

“What should I name him…” you thought for a moment before laughing. “Alejandro! Like the lady Gaga song.”

Once you completed the entire quiz, your phone screen lit up a pastel pink. A red heart now in the center of the screen. “Your boyfriend will be delivered to you in a month! Thanks for choosing Build-a-boyfriend!”

And you ended up falling asleep in a puddle of your own drool. Weren’t you just pathetic? Filling out a quick from some questionable website all because you were lonely… imagine you were just scammed? God, why did you not have a boyfriend? Ever since your ex broke up with you, you fell apart. Why weren’t you good enough for a real man?

A month went by in a flash and you were shocked to see the giant package on your doorstep. An envelope attached to the box as well as a large note that said, “No returns!”

This had to be some kind of prank… there was no way this was real- holy shit.

You opened the crate and came face to face with your ideal man… the one you built! Alejandro!

The human like android’s eyes fluttered open, his face quickly lit up once he spotted you. “(Your name)? Are you my girlfriend?!”

You were quickly scooped up into his surprisingly warm arms, the android had a heavy scent of spice and oranges. His nose buried into your neck as he pressed kisses all over your cheeks. “It’s so nice to finally be with you… I’ll be with you from now on!”

Alejandro was a chipper robot. He did household work and made sure you took care of yourself. It was fascinating how human he was… you only knew he wasn’t because of his lack of a beating heart. His body still produced heat, like a furnace, but it wasn’t as comforting as a human presence.

Alejandro assimilated into your life with ease. The weeks quickly rolled into months and he never let you ignore his presence. He was very clingy.

Now the sex was another story. Alejandro was so giving, it was surprising. He often went down on you when he sensed you were stressed. His tongue greedily lapped at your hole as you laid in your bed while his hands held your cheeks apart. His hand pawed at your sex in eagerness. “I want you… want you.”

And Alejandro had you bent over the side of your bed, his fat cock stuffed deep in your tight hole. His hand wrapped around your throat and his tongue shoved in between your lips while his other smacked your bottom between rough thrusts. The sex was amazing… it was always so good.

And Alejandro often checked on you after the deed was done. His warm body curled into yours as he praised you. Yet it began to fill you with disappointment. Alejandro wasn’t a real man. He wasn’t human… he was an android. A robot. Alejandro didn’t know what love was, he was programmed to love you.

So you tried to distance yourself from Alejandro. You felt sickened with yourself for messing around with an android instead of a real man. And this entire thought process stemmed from your friends who expressed disgust in people who fucked robots instead of actual humans. And that filled you with fear. Would they abandon you if you didn’t get rid of Alejandro? Would they think you were disgusting?

“If you want, I could set you up with my cousin!” One of your friends smiled at you as you bit your fingernails. “He’s also single so it should work! I’ll swing by in a week to give you the details!”

Yes. You would take them up on their offer. You just had to get rid of Alejandro first… but how?

A few days had went by and you greatly underestimated Alejandro’s obsession. The android couldn’t handle your avoidance. He began to turn up his affection to the max.

He cleaned until you could see your reflection on the floor. He began to go out of the house to pick you wild flowers. Alejandro even began to be more physically affectionate than he was.

“Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry.” Alejandro cried into your arms as he held you. “Please tell me what’s wrong… please. I can fix it.”

“Alejandro… it’s just that you’re not a human man.” You sighed softly. “And I-“

“Is it because I don’t have a heart?” Alejandro softly asked you, his cinnamon eyes now dark like the night sky. “I can’t produce semen? Am I not a comfortable temperature? Or does my skin not feel human enough?”

“I’m sorry-“

“Then I can fix it! I will fix it!” Alejandro held your hands firmly in his. His eyes filled with determination. “I’m your boyfriend! I will be anything you want me to be!”

You just held the android who pulled you into a tight hug. His nose buried into your chest like a lost child. Alejandro then smiled into your skin. He would fix this… he wouldn’t let you abandon him! You made him! You had to take responsibility…

Imagine your horror to come home to see your friend skinned alive as Alejandro held their heart in his hands, the organ still beating from the fresh kill. A big smile on his handsome face.

“I have a heart now! I’ll find all the parts you like and add them in! So please don’t abandon me!”

Just what kind of monster have you created?

“You don’t need some human man to be your match because you have me!” Tears fell down your face when Alejandro tried to wipe your tears away with his bloody hands. “I’m your perfect man, (your name). You made me this way.”

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bubblegum-gf · 17 hours

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Do you have an intro guide to rtumblr I want to be there but I feel like I don’t know something everyone else knows . If that makes sense

@my-name-is-daniel-yes has a very helpful link in his pinned post that I will re-link to you here, a quite expansive post about the history of rtumblr until 2022

(I think daniel's part of that post is much more relevant and useful than mine)

since you are here I will try to give you some succinct explanations on 4 key pillars of rtumblr. (It accidentally became another essay-)

If I got something wrong or anyone wants to add something feel free.

RTCLER

Explanation: In the summer of 2020 this post was made comparing RTGame to the onceler- the infamous tumblr sexyman. Primarily because he wears a suit and acts as a capitalist in games. And has "onceler energy" This is, I'd say, the beginning of rtumblr and our reputation for cursed posts. Then a blog for rtcler, @/ask-the-rt-cler was made similar to the old onceler ask blogs and we all started roleplaying. The roleplays have been dead for a while. See rtcler's blog for more information or more confusion. Additionally a lot of fanart and stuff was made so I think rtcler became pretty well-known.

2. THE BOARD

Explanation: This post is very long and most of it won't make sense. But it is extremely important to rtumblr. I will tell you why this post exists. In November 2021, RTGame tweeted that he looked at tumblr and was surprised by the amount of fanart here. Followed by "Who is the onceler, like really." Everyone freaked out wondering if he knows about rtcler, how much he's seen, and if he has a secret tumblr blog. Soon people started making blogs like notrtgame or not-not-rtgame or I-am-rtgame as if they were rt's secret tumblr blog. Then Fluffy posted The Board, trying to describe the relationship between RT, people associated with him, AU versions of him, and these fake rt blogs. It got out of hand fast. This led to more roleplays as c!Fluffy becomes crazy? mad with power? putting more and more rts on The Board. Those roleplays are also kinda dead right now but by god there's a lot of lore there over the past few years. There's more posts explaining all that somewhere.

3. HOLY FUCK THERE'S A LOT OF RTS

This google doc is also in @my-name-is-daniel-yes's pinned post as mentioned above. It contains links to over 600 RTGame AUs, ranging in complexity from a full on AU with lore, to art of a cute design, to a singular post just suggesting it as an AU. There's not gonna be a pop quiz on this you don't have to know all this. I just put it here because I feel like we reference it a lot when talking about how many rts there are (or at least I do, I'm obsessed with the concept). Have a little scroll through if you want, people make a lot of cool stuff and perhaps you'll see something you like.

4. MAGICAL JOHN

He is also a tumblr sexyman he's on the wiki. If you haven't seen rt's miitopia series he's a character in that. Rtumblr fell in love with him and likes to ship him with Chat. I thought it was important to include him because he's still quite popular even after like 2 years. Someone else talk about him more I can't write any more. The dandelion theory

That's all I got

If you do have a question don't be shy you can always go "hey what the FUCK is this! #rtumblr" and we will run to you with many many links.

#ask #rtumblr #rtcu #<- for anyone wondering rtumblr is the main tag. rtcu is just what I started tagging my stuff as I think before we started callingit rtumbl #and I'm not changing it now #btw rtcler's part does not do a good job conveying his Vibes sorry #we need like a TOP 10 RTUMBLR LORE YOU DIDNT KNOW #we need a damn video essay

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blu3cl0v3rs · 1 month

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I Can't Explain Ninjago

Season 3: Rebooting Rebooted

So, apparently the world goes on after possessed Satan becomes a DILF, and "The Ninja" apparently went to college or are teaching without a license. But not Trauma Child, he's busy being paraded around Ninjago! Anyways, Spiky, Freezy, Coal, Bluejay, and Meow all become teachers.

Meanwhile, newly named New Ninjago City becomes super duper techy and all of the vehicles fly. The teachers go on a field trip to the tower of the guy who invented all of the new technology: Anxious Tony Stark, who will be called Cyborg. Cyborg has a robot daughter named Pixie Dust, who gets Freezy's heart, metaphorically. Cyborg summons "the Ninja" (obv not including Trauma Child, he's busy fucking around with god's gold powers that he got by sort of taking the other "Ninja's" elemental power last season) and gives them a statue of himself.

These assholes break the statue, but it's okay because it was built to break. It has some funky Hacker Sticks and ninja outfits inside. Now, they're being chased by evil robots because, surprise, the Evil Liquid Cat didn't actually die; he's now a computer virus! So, he's trying to kill them again 👍 The fuckwads run away and put on the outfits that somehow fit them. Also Meow takes a buzzfeed quiz which tells her that she should date Coal, and Gandalf gets kidnapped by Evil Liquid Cat.

The six scamper off to Sensei DILF's house, and Trauma Child gets his ass whooped by running into a pole. They then get jumped by the Evil Roombas, and Freezy makes Pixie Dust turn Normal TM. Trauma Child and Sensei DILF steal a car from the Big Fighter Mech base, and they drive off into the sunset while actively being hunted down. The others go shut down the power, and then Pixie Dust now literally gets Freezy's heart. Or, well, half of it. So, she lives.

Trauma Child wants to use the god's gold powers to travel, but Sensei DILF tells him to shut up and stop, because Evil Liquid Cat can slurp up the remnants to become solid. Trauma Child also kidnaps a baby bird, and the bird's dad almost kills Sensei DILF. But, everything works out. Y'know, until Sensei DILF's chucked into the ocean and Trauma Child is kidnapped.

Meanwhile, Bluejay is mad at Coal because Bluejay wasn't the result of Meow's buzzfeed quiz and they fight, the others got their asses whooped by evil Gandalf because Evil Liquid Cat corrupted him, they learned that the evil robots are now being powered by electric eels, and they figure out that the Evil Liquid Cat was stolen by porple snek, who kidnapped Trauma Child.

"The Ninja" then decide to play the VR game that Evil Liquid Cat is trapped in, and [insert freddy fnaf at five bears reference here]. Anygays they holy grailed the motherfucker out of the game, but surprise surprise! After slurping almost all of Trauma Child's gold power from god, he gains a mostly corporeal form!!!! yayyyyyy 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 so the parkour pisschickens go to space and almost die. again. wooooo.

Oh hey also the Evil Liquid Cat finds the Big Gold-Stick Thing + god's gold weapons from the past and makes it into a portable lava lamp stand for himself. "The Ninja" fight him again, and porple snek shrinks and gets eaten by a robot bird.

They're fighting, it's really intense, all has failed and Ssomething needs to happen Now, and Freezy hopscotches his way over to the Evil Lava Lamp Cat, andddddddd.......

Freezy explodes.

Yep, he sploded 😔

Sorry, he's (supposedly) dead.

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sorry this took so long, school's been dragging me to my living room (aka hell) and i've been fighting through a writing slump-

Tournament of Smellements will come..... eventually? i'll try my best idk 😭

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yardsards · 10 months

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can i ask about your experience as a quaker (or growing up as one? i just saw you mention bein one in some tags)

i jus don't know much about them

so i was not raised quaker, i was raised baptist. which was. 0/10, do not recommend. all the guilt of catholicism with none of the stained glass lmaooo

like, i did resinate with the idea of there being some sort of higher power and i liked the idea of getting together with other believers to discuss spiritual matters but as i got older and started thinking for myself i realized i really didn't like a lot of things about the church. i hated the bigoted beliefs of its members. i hated the emphasis on blind obedience to authority. i didn't believe that the whole literal truth could be found within one book, specifically one group's interpretation of said book. and the idea that people were born inherently bad and sinful and that a supposedly kind and just god would condemn people to eternal suffering just for not believing the "right" things just did not sit well with me at all

when i went off to college i decided to try out a few different churches around town. i ended up settling on a progressive presbyterian church. the community was great and very accepting of queer people. i had some minor qualms with the theology but it wasn't like with my parents' church where every sermon made me feel increasingly nauseous, and i generally felt *good* during and after the services

and then covid hit and while they did stream their sermons, i lost that sense of community and just kinda... fell away

throughout all this i was researching different faiths online, both christian and non-christian. and one faith that kept popping up a lot that i liked the sound of was quakerism. like at one point i remember taking some online quiz of like "what religion do your values most align with" and quakerism was very in the lead. (before this, i'd only really been exposed to quakerism in history textbooks and assumed the religion died out alongside puritanism)

in the end what got me really interested was actually a video by a youtuber i liked, a queer/disability advocate and historical fashion enjoyer who also happened to be quaker

youtube

and after looking more into it, i decided to try attending a quaker meeting. which was easier due to covid cuz i could find a church online (located physically hundreds of miles from me) that did their sunday services over zoom

and so i attended and the people there were great and were doing actual good in their communities. and the way services were run, and their beliefs about what god *was* and all of that just hit me with an intense feeling of like. holy shit this is what i've always wanted from religion.

the video explains the sort of core beliefs and practices of quakerism better than i can but the main belief is that like. every person is godly. as such, it's our job to treat all living people as equally and kindly as possible. additionally, since we all have god inside of us, we need to look inwards and come to our own conclusions about our own religious beliefs and practices (and generally respect other people's religious beliefs even if they differ from our own, so long as they're not causing real tangible harm)

i haven't attended any meetings in a while, due to that group going back to semi in person (they still stream it out but it feels more like being a spectator than a member) and there being no quaker meetinghouses in the tiny town i currently live in, coinciding with me being too depressed to regularly attend anything. but i'm planning to start attending quaker meetings again once i move to a real city

#eliot posts #christianity cw #quakerism #tangentially: another faith that popped up a lot in my searches was reform judaism #from what i read it had a lot of the same things that i liked about quakerism. and was second place in that quiz i took lol #also my big sister was really interested in judaism when she was a teen (tho never converted)#bc our mother's side of the family is ashkenazi jewish but just ethnically not in practice. and my sis was interested in our roots #so i have a bit of a soft spot towards the faith because of her lol #but i decided i didn't wanna try and join any synagogues even online unless i was really serious about considering conversion #figured they didnt need a clueless gentile bargin in and being Confused and i felt too awkward to directly ask any individuals abt it #which was prolly like 20% a reasonable conclusion and 80% my anxious tendencies telling me i'm just a nuisance #but yeah lmao i think in a nearby parallel universe (if those exist) there's an eliot that converted to progressive judaism lol #long post

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inmydeepestdreams · 2 months

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After the last trip to the country home, my days got much, much busier.

I sat at my professor’s desk in the lecture hall, a collection of notes in front of me, while he lectured on about ancient civilizations. It was a full class, but it was a freshman level class, it fulfills a requirement for them so most do not care about the lecture. It annoyed Sara deeply to see the students of other majors scroll through their phones or start to doze off during discussions she finds deeply fascinating.

“Sara is going to hand back your latest quiz,” Dr. Weatherby prompted. Sara got up. As she stood, she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She sighed.

Between her daddy, sawyer, and her homework duties, her days were filled to the brim. She glanced at Dr. Weatherby, she caught him stare at her ass in her tight jeans. She smiled and began passing back the quizzes. Most students did poorly. One girl, though, McKenna, seemed to have a knack for history. Sara considered recruiting her for the program, but thought it probably fruitless. Most students think it all incredibly boring.

After that morning class, she was forced to skip across campus to John’s office. The text from Sawyer was simple.

Anthro 10-11:15.

She learned that meant that John was lecturing for an hour and fifteen, and Sawyer would be waiting for her in his office.

He was. She had smiled politely to the other professors near John’s office and slid inside. The lamp on the desk was on but the overhead light was off. The blinds were closed, it was a grey, rainy day so the room was the same.

Sawyer was on her in an instant.

This was the deal she had made. She continued to service Dr. Weatherby for her place at this university, and she fucked Sawyer to keep her secret. She recognized that this was furthering what may be considered a high risk lifestyle, but she saw no other possibly route.

Plus, she enjoyed herself immensely.

“Cute shirt,” Sawyer said between forceful kisses. She kissed him back just as hungrily, tongue in his mouth, arms around his neck. “Take it off before I rip it to shreds.”

She liked fucking her daddy and fucking Sawyer for different reasons. Her daddy was a sweet man, cute in his older age. She liked that he was kinky, even if it often left her wanting, as it turned her on. She enjoyed the piss thing too, even though she was firm in her belief that it was his thing.

Sawyer was different, he was less developed in understanding his kinks. It was clear to Sara he had been having extremely boring sex up until she met him. It didn’t take her long to figure out what he liked.

She grabbed his hair forcefully, yanking it, his head snapped back. He stared at her, open-mouthed, heavy lidded with swollen lips. He was hot, okay? He was. It pissed her off greatly and she’d never admit it out loud, but god, when he was looking at her like that?

She released his hair to push him to his knees. He worked off her belt and opened her tight black jeans, pulling them down until they caught on her thighs. It was nearly impossible to get her legs spread, she managed a bit, but he didn’t seem to mind the difficulty. He shoved his face into her soaked pussy. She eyed the digital clock on a filing cabinet. They had a whole hour.

His tongue, god. Sara moaned, her back arching against the door. She pressed her fist into her mouth as he whimpered into her pussy. She heard him inhale.

“You’re so wet,” he remarked. She was perpetually wet and horny, more so now that she was having so much sex, nothing satisfied her, nothing was ever enough. His long tongue flicked her swollen clit. His plump lips wrapped around the little ball and suctioned.

She buried a hand in his adorably messy hair and moaned into her hand. He was gonna make her come-oh, oh god.

She sighed, then, to her shock, she felt her orgasm gush wetness out of her, onto his face and onto her pants.

Fuck. She was going to have to change.

“Holy fuck, Sara. That was…”

She could see her orgasm on his face. She pulled him off, he looked at her with open adoration, but outside this room, they would go back to visibly hating each other.

She licked wetness off his face. He whimpered, she could see the tent in his pants.

“So good for me, baby. Mommy’s gonna make you feel so much better.”

“Please?”

She led him backwards. John’s desk was mostly uncovered, there was enough space for Sawyer to lay back, she just hoped it could support her weight, and what she was about to do.

She freed his cock without stripping him. Beads of precome were sliding down the shaft. His legs hung over the side. She took off her tight jeans and stood with one leg on either side of his own, running her fingernails under his t-shirt.

His breath shuddered.

“Sara,” he whispered, begging.

Sara climbed on top. He grabbed her, trying to hold her steady as she got into a favorable position. She rested, his cock standing in front of her pussy, his come in her hair.

“You wanna come inside mommy, darling?”

She wrapped her hand around his cock. He let out a shaky breath and nodded.

“What, baby? You gotta tell me what you want.”

“I wanna-come inside mommy.”

Hearing him call her that pleased her.

She rode him, trying to keep them both quiet, plus she didn’t want To break johns desk. She had to go slow, but they had some time, anyway.

Sawyer came inside her, biting down on his hand as he did so, eyes squeezed shut as if in pain.

She climbed off and, as quickly as possible, pulled on her black jeans. She left Sawyer with a kiss on his cheek.

She had to go back to her dorm to change. She had an almost identical pair of black skinny jeans, so hopefully Dr. Weatherby wouldn’t notice.

She made his next class, it was smaller, she was a student in that one along with being the SI. She enjoyed the lecture immensely and smiled when she got one of Dr. Weatherby’s tricky questions right.

“Still my best student,” he said afterwards. She was stripped down to nothing in his office. He had her bent over his desk, her head pressed into the wood with his hand firmly. He slid a finger into her wetness. Yeah, she was still horny, after everything. “So smart, Sara.”

Sara whimpered. It was late, most people had vacated the classroom buildings by now. She wanted to ask him to call her smart again but didn’t, he could feel her pussy react to the praise.

He smacked his cock against her entrance, inviting her to come to his home on Sunday for a proper fucking (sex).

After Dr. Weatherby, she went to Sawyer’s place in town.

“Did you come from his place?” Sawyer asked when he opened his apartment door. His roommate was behind him playing video games on their massive TV.

She showered at Sawyer’s. He laid out some baby pink lingerie for her in the bathroom, along with a light pink satin robe.

She donned the lingerie, keeping the robe open as she walked past Sawyer’s roommate to get to Sawyers room, enjoying his eyes on her.

“You look beautiful,” he said, before pulling down the cups that covered her tits and burying his head in her chest.

She hugged him, enjoying his nibbles on her flesh. He was tenting his sweatpants.

To her surprise, she saw a black box behind them on the bed, a purple ribbon tied in a bow over it.

“More gifts?” She asked, pulling Sawyer’s dazed face out of her chest.

“Oh, uh, you don’t have to-“

Oh, but she was. She absolutely was. She crawled on the bed on her knees and went straight for the box.

“Oh baby,” she said when she took in its contents, her clit throbbing at the cute blush on his face.

Inside the box was a strap on, pink all the way through, from the straps to the plastic cock.

“Is this what you want? You want mommy to fuck you?”

He averted his gaze, clearly embarrassed. He couldn’t be too embarrassed, though, as he orchestrated the entire evening. There was a bottle of lube in the box too.

She left the contents in the box to crawl back over to him, cradling his face in her hands, she asked him again.

“If you want to,” he replied, not meeting her eyes.

“Baby, you have to tell me that you want it.”

He squirmed, his cock was leaking into his pants. She’s never fucked someone with a strap before, and she could tell he’s never been fucked. It would be a learning experience for the both of them. Awkward, but hopefully not awful.

“Want you to fuck me, please.” He mumbled.

“What was that?” Sara asked, titling his head back with a finger under his chin, forcing eye contact. Her heart raced, he sure was a pretty face.

“Please, please fuck me.”

“Aw, alright baby. Mommy will fuck you, make you feel real good.”

She pushed him down onto his back, quite certain he’d have to turn over in a minute. She’d miss his pretty face but knew his ass was just as gorgeous.

She quickly stripped down his pants, so fast his cock slapped against his abdomen. She laughed as she took in the stickiness, even the thought of getting fucked had him on the edge.

She stripped his shirt too. He took it all happily, not saying a word, whimpering slightly whenever she brushed his sensitive cock.

Just for fun, she slid it inside herself, just for a second, just to get nice and sticky again. You would think that multiple loads inside her pussy in one day would be exhausting to keep up with, but she loved it, truly.

He moaned, his eyebrows squeezed together. Aw, poor baby was confused. She bounced on his cock once, twice, before pulling off. If she was going to be pegging him on the regular, she was going to have to bring her own sex toys around for her sake.

She felt cold as his cock exited her, but as always, she was on the job, and this was about her. She was shocked that, in the bedroom, he let go of all his antagonism in favor of being the most submissive partner she’s ever had. Not that she’s had many. He was delicate and happy to take whatever she said, such as: turn over, and: spread your legs.

Mm, that ass was gorgeous. She slid down just to bite the left cheek.

He cried out, his head buried into his pillow. She smiled at the teeth makes, wishing she had a camera. He dragged his hips across the blanket, trying to get friction on his cock. She spanked him, right over the bite mark.

“Hey! Knock that off, baby, I’m the one pleasing you here.”

He whined but stopped.

“I need to hear it again, baby,” she said as she held the bottle of lube. “What do you want from me?”

“I want you to fuck me, with your-fuck me with your cock, mommy.”

Hysteria took hold, she clamped her lips shut. Hearing him call the strap her cock was both hilarious and sexy. She loved seeing him taken down several pegs.

“Okay, sweetie. Spread your legs further.”

She rubbed her fingers together as she squeezed out the lube, as it was quite cold, it felt a bit medical.

She eyed his hole, nerves briefly taking hold. She was inexperienced as hell, but god, was she willing. Her pussy was soaking into the bedspread, along with his cock, he’d have to wash everything.

She dove right in, fingering him gently, then firmly. He gasped as her index finger entered him. It was definitely uncharted territory, but the noises he was making…

“You gonna come before I can properly fuck you?” She teased, widening him with two fingers. She pushed just a little deeper-

“Oh, fuck!” Sawyer cried out, almost leaping off the bed. Wow, that was a reaction! She brushed the spot again, he shuddered violently, melting down into the bed, hugging the pillow he was drooling on.

“If you keep doing that, I’ll-“ he whined, she wondered what his roommate heard. “Fuck me, need you to fuck me.”

Yeah, she needed to fuck him. Bad.

She pulled out her fingers, she hoped she prepared him enough, she was uncertain, but he was babbling into the pillow, in a different galaxy altogether, she was going to come just from listening to him.

She donned the strap, it was easier than expected. She caught a glimpse of herself in his mirror, lingerie pulled down to reveal her tits, long pink cock between her legs. She felt powerful.

She pushed the head of the pink cock in. It had glitter in the mold, it was exactly what she would’ve picked out.

He gasped, then started to beg some more.

Sara was well aware he wasn’t gonna last, but that only made it hotter. She pushed in further, then further, feeling nothing herself but the soaking panties between her legs, and the electricity to her clit whenever he made a particularly delicious noise. She bottomed out, he was crying.

“Baby, you okay?”

“Fuck me, please.”

She pulled out and pushed back in again, and again. She repositioned her hips and snapped forward hard. He had managed to prop himself on his forearms but with that move, he fell forward again, crying out.

He lasted longer than she expected, but once she consistently hit that good spot, he was a goner. He came with loud ramblings of loving her, his mommy. His roommate had to hear it.

She waited a minute before pulling out, he was breathing heavily. He turned over as soon as she pulled out. He looked at her, wet cock hanging from between her legs. He was covered in his own come, it had painted up his body and onto the bed. It was a beautiful mess.

He couldn’t talk for several minutes, he just stared at her with surprise. She took off the plastic dick and held him close to her, her tits still out.

“Sara, you just fucked my brains out.”

She smiled at him.

The professors house on Sunday was nice, it was bookish, every corner was filled with papers and books, and ivy was growing up the outsides. It was raining slightly, frizzing her hair as she arrived, but he didn’t mind.

He pulled her in for a kiss immediately.

“Hi daddy,” she greeted, he smiled at her and patted her lightly on the ass.

For the first hour, they talked business. He poured her tea and offered a plate of cookies. They graded papers together.

Then, Dr. Weatherby got up from the desk in his study and came back with a large fake cock.

Twice in three days?

She wondered, but no, he was offering it to her and he went back his desk.

She spread open her legs.

“Daddy?”

“Panties,” he said, holding out his hand.

She raised her butt off the chair to take them off, she handed them to him balled up, a bit wet.

“Wet as always,” he commented. “Fill your cunt, you were getting distracted.”

She looked at the cock in her hands. It was realistic, with a mushroom head and veins.

She spread her legs further, her brown skirt pulled up to reveal her bare pussy. He watched as she inserted the tip, gasping as she slid in a little more, until it could stay in her without falling out. They stayed like that, the cock stuffed in her pussy while they spoke of homework questions.

Dr. Weatherby ordered, after several minutes of normal conversation, to fuck the dildo into herself while they worked.

She snaked a hand down, knowing he couldn’t see from his position behind the desk. No, he could see, but he could hear. The wet sounds of her pussy, her light whimpers as tears gathered in her eyes. She faltered in her speech, her arms shaking as she approached orgasm.

He watched her come, her hand gripping his wooden desk as she whined. She stopped moving, which he didn’t like.

“I didn’t tell you stop, did I?”

“Daddy-“

“Keep going.”

She whimpered and whined as she continued to fuck herself. Soon, she wasn’t capable of much help. She had to sit there for his entertainment as he continued to work silently, forcing her into her roll. She rolled her hips against her thrusts, coming again. Her second orgasm was weak, and she wouldn’t be able to manage a third, not like that.

But she had to keep going, and going, and going, until she was right on the edge but could not tumble over. She was crying, sweating, so horny it hurt. She was right there, but she couldn’t make herself come.

“Daddy, please.”

“What is it?”

“I need you, I need to come.”

“Youve already come a few times,” he reminded her.

“Please.”

“Well, what’s stopping you? You have your toy.”

“Need you, daddy. I need you to make come, please.”

He sighed.

“Very well,” he said like it was some great inconvenience. “Leave the dildo behind.”

He led her up the stairs to his bedroom. It was tidy, small. She climbed onto the bed.

“Take off your shirt.”

She did as she was told, throwing every layer but her bra onto the floor. She watched him slowly pull the belt off his jeans. She laid there in nothing but her skirt, bra, and frilly white socks.

He just looked at her for a minute, watching her shake.

“You’ve really worked yourself up.”

“Mm,” she replied, an embarrassing whimper.

“You get so sensitive, that’s what I like about you.”

He climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs open wide.

He swooped into to lick her lightly, a stripe through her folds up to her clit. He stood back up at once and began to strip.

She shifted her hips, that one motion from him sent sparks through her body.

His hard cock bobbed in front of him.

“You’ve had more orgasms that me, so I feel like I should make you wait until it’s even.”

She felt like crying. He laughed at the look on her face.

“But you have been so good for me, I’ll take care of you.”

He rubbed her clit with his fingers as he pushed his cock inside her.

Bliss, oh my god. Her clit was swollen and begging for abuse.

He thrust into her, rubbing her firmly as she shook underneath him. Missionary, weak thrusts, it shouldn’t feel so good but it does, my god it does.

“Daddy!” Sara cried, her vision whiting out as her orgasm racked her, shaking her on the bed.

He pulled out and came on her skirt, her bra, which she still wore. He fell beside her. She was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to go again, though he did come fast.

“Stay the night,” he said. She smiled at him and leaned in for a kiss.

She was on the clock 24/7, and she was happier for it.

#Sara’s work study #unedited #work? nah not safe #idk what to tag this #mommy and daddy stuff

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throwaway-yandere · 1 year

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🎐anon

I had the weirdest god damn dream and I believe part of the reason it happened was cause I read all the previous asks before so I wanna share it here for everyone.

For starters, the world has been taken over by a corrupt organisation that believes in one god and wants everyone to believe in them as well. They started taking over governments and ended up taking up the world in no time, forcing everyone to worship their god. There were three things you needed to do to worship their god: talk about the god, pray to the god and think only about the god; anyone who failed to do so would either get tortured brutally or outright killed.

Now here's where things kinda get more bizzare. Apparently, to get a hold of more people and monitor them, they decided to take over Genshin and change a lot of things in the game. First, they deleted all the regions so Teyvat was just one big continent named after one of most devout followers in the organisation. Then, they added a bunch of new world quests that talked about their god and achieving these quests wouldn't give you primogems but "good fate" that allowed you to pray for the god and get better rewards. These quests were acted our by fatui but they were portrayal are holy good people that were just trying to spread the message about their god (didn't see any harbringers and there wasn't a mention of them so maybe they don't exist here?). Lastly, all the characters had somehow become self aware and had to follow the same three rules or else they would be punished as well.

In the dream, I was fugitive who was playing this weird genshin. The fugitive didn't believe in the god but pretended to do so to save myself and my family. While playing the game, they decided to open the character menu to check my character's artifacts. When scrolling to Tighnari, he makes a comment about how ridiculous this new rules were and why anyone should follow it. The moment he says that, the screen freezes and becomes progressively more glitchy, slowly covering the whole screen until the only thing that was visible was Tighnari's shock face and his eyes slowly turning black.

"No, wait, I didn't--"

Then, the game restarts on it's own and when they open the character menu again, Tighnari's page is there but Tighnari himself is completely gone.

Afterwards, while playing as Cyno, Cyno makes a passing comment about not being able to find Tighnari and asks the player if they've seen him. They say no and Cyno is obviously disappointed but continues to do the quests together with them. Everything continues on as normal until he says something about their god had changed to another when Buer was already a good enough god for them and the entire screen freezes again. However, instead of the screen getting glitchy, the glitches appear at various parts of his body and slowly eat every part of him, forcing the player to watch as Cyno tries to fight off the mysterious glitchy sustenance until it leaves him with only his neck and his head.

He tries to scream but his vocal chords had long been eaten by the glitches. When the glitches completely swallow his body, they disappear and leave nothing on spot.

There are a few details I left out but typing this in the car is slowly making me carsick so I'll add some of em later djjxnxjx I blame all the faceless ayato and creepypasta stuff HAHHA

I read this before a quiz and it took me long to process this cuz bro. Bro, this could be a good fricking premise for a sagau fic but I already have a sagau fic running lol–

Let's give your nightmare more additional details for the hell of it:

WHY DONT WE MAKE THAT "GOD" BE THE ABYSS!TWIN :)?

You can't chose any other twin. In this example I'll have Aether as the only traveler you can pick and Lumine is the "God".

This was what the Loom of Fate operations was all about. Don't misunderstand her. She wasn't always like this. At first, her ascension to "Godhood" isn't for her own benefit.

It's yours.

That's because she couldn't take it anymore. She's finally lost it. Lumine couldn't handle the way you've been using everyone except her. Most of all: she feels insulted for your sake that no one cares enough to treat you with respect. In her twin's body, they force you to work commissions and isolate yourself on domains that barely give you proper artifacts. It fills her with rage to watch your party members fail to crit– it disgusts her.

If she could take out all these pests... All these "characters" that worship false Gods like Buer... Then maybe they'll finally recognize you as the one that should sit on the thrones of Celestia.

The first to go would be Xiao and Ganyu. Zhongli was too late to save his subjects.

Zhongli taught them to treat him with reverence. Zhongli taught them Filial piety.

He taught them to respect Rex Lapis. Of course his most loyal subjects would oppose a new ruler.

And there's nothing more painful to a loving parent than the loss of their child.

It was in their death that she realized:

"This feels... Fulfilling."

Yes. Yes, there's no need to change what has been done.

Lumine has gone through enough.

She'll be the overseer of this new world and you will be the one to serve her instead.

Perhaps you continued walking around genshin as a fugitive, thinking that these are all part of some major archon quest with a grand resolution of having Aether and Lumine confront each other head on for all the things she had done with the leylines.

That should be your next move... If you could manage to find Dainsleif.

You couldn't access any archon quests– sometimes you'd see the screen glitch and show where the next scene will take place only for it to be overtaken by messages about devoting yourself to this unnamed God.

Ha. Well. You've had your fun playing the game, right?

It's her turn to control you now.

#🎐 anon #sagau au #abyss!lumine #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere lumine #lol i love lumine my bad

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kissmejusttokissme · 2 years

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Steddie Buzzfeed Unsolved Au PT2 (PT1 Here)

Kind of obsessed with looking at it from Eddie’s point of view. The man is an age-old demon hiding in plain sight at a fucking digital entertainment company. Before joining Steve's show, his job was to make internet quizzes and low-effort viral videos along with other boring stuff behind the scenes. (I imagine him as the demon equivalent to the trio from wwdits. Like, most other demons are out there possessing little kids and ruining people’s lives and Eddie is writing quizzes to purposely give people the worse answers in their 'Which Character Am I?' quiz.) He doesn’t even try too hard to hide his demon nature. People just always write it off as something else.

Then he meets Steve Harrington and, for the first time in decades, he starts having fun. And, sure, it feels a little disingenuous to be wandering around these haunted houses acting like the ghosts aren’t real (because, you know, he can literally see every ghost they encounter) but it gets a rise out of Steve and isn’t that what demons are supposed to do? Get rises out of people. (Plus, being friends with a human gets a rise out of the other demons so it’s a win-win situation.)

So, he starts enjoying the job and seeing how far he can take it. (Which, apparently, is very far.) Suddenly, he is the co-owner of Goatman’s bridge and he’s laying on the pentagram belonging to the demon at Sallie House (which he’s pretty sure gives him some sort of claim but, then again, what does he know? Demon law is exactly as boring as it sounds and he refuses to learn anything beyond what he needs). Not to mention that he keeps getting invited into Holy Spaces and speaking to priests and it’s all starting to get him a reputation as something a lot more powerful than he actually is.

(Somewhere among the way he might start falling in love with his co-host. Though he doesn’t admit it. Even he knows that a demon-human relationship is something that only works out in CW shows and bad romance novels.)

But then Steve finds out that he’s a demon. God knows how but he starts flicking Holy Water at Eddie and reciting scripture that he’s definitely reading off of his phone. It hurts but what had Eddie expected? The guy is a paranormal investigator after all. (And that puts a horrifying thought in Eddie’s head. Does that make him a paranormal investigator as well?)

After that initial moment of panic, Steve calms down and, much to Eddie's surprise, he doesn't start looking at Eddie like he’s a monster. He’s just mad that Eddie has been skewing the results. (“It’s not a win for the sceptics IF A DEMON IS SCARING THE GHOSTS AWAY!!!”) (And yes, Eddie finally admits to himself that he’s in love with the guy because how the hell can he not be.)

They spend the next couple of hours talking about every case they’ve investigated. Eddie refuses to tell Steve which locations were actually haunted but does tell him which demons were real. After four seasons, it’s the least he can do. But then Steve starts asking about how old long Eddie's been around and they find out that him being a demon bleeds into their true crime stuff as well. Because Eddie is older than fucking dirt and he's been around for most of them. Not that he knows anything useful. (“Jack the Ripper? Oh yeah, I was in London for that whole thing. No idea who he was but the beer was good.”) Which drives Steve up the fucking walls.

Even though he'd never admit it, Eddie is scared that the revelation means that they’re going to end the show but Steve just takes it as a challenge. (And maybe Eddie lets him get some evidence now and then. Just never through the spirit box. He hates that fucking thing.)

#Steddie #Steddie au #steddie buzzfeed unsolved au #my man is demon but he’s still ducking lame and I love him for that #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington

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28 for your hok? :)

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“Right,” Pax says, brusquely unplaiting his hair. “You’re the Emperor’s bastard son.”

Martin (a Priest of Akatosh, living and working in the Kvatch Chapel, never knew his birth father) stares at him. They’re in a little grove a ways away from the encampment, sitting on logs and rocks with their feet in the dewy grass, Pax beginning to loose their hair and undo their armour. (They haven’t had time, since they came to talk to Martin as soon as Matius told them they weren’t needed anymore. And told them to piss off, basically. He wasn’t best pleased with the way they talked about the dead count – like he was a corpse, which he was.) (Their whole body aches. Their armour smells singed.)

Martin says, “What?”

Pax’s fingers pause. “I’m not sure how I can be any clearer,” she says, and rakes her hands through her hair.

“What are you talking about?” Martin says, sounding vaguely irritated. She doesn’t see how he has the right to be – she’s the one who’s been travelling weeks to find a holy man and had to do battle in this realm and another to reach him. She’s the one who should sound irritated.

“The Emperor told me,” she starts –

And Martin interrupts. “The Emperor is dead.”

“Yeah, well, this was before that, obviously,” Pax snaps. They yank at their hair fiercely as they untangle the last of the braid.

Martin continues to act tired and annoyed, which really just annoys them. He pinches the bridge of his nose and asks, “What is this really about? What do you want from me?”

Pax fishes a comb out of their little bag.

It’s not that they thought this conversation would be easy, just – easier than it is, they suppose. Maybe if they were better at talking to people it would be. Maybe if he would just listen it would be.

“You’re Martin, right?” they say, because maybe he’ll get it if they start from the beginning. “Priest of Akatosh?”

“Yes,” he says slowly. “Do you need a priest? I’m not sure I’ll be much good to you.” He’s picking at the grass at the base of the rock he’s sitting on, but his head turns. Pax follows his eyes back to the wreckage of Kvatch. “I’m having trouble… understanding the gods right now. If this is part of a divine plan, I want no part in it.”

His voice sounds rough and raddled. Pax thinks that’s fair enough.

“I don’t need a priest.” She thinks, combing through a knot near her fringe, and then adds, “And there is a plan, if you want to believe the Emperor. Kept talking about stars –”

“What are you talking about?” Martin repeats. He’s ripped up a chunk of grass by the roots. Pax’s log is near enough that they can kick his hand so that he drops it.

“Look,” they say, slowly and plainly as possible, “the Emperor told me to find you. It’s a long story, but –”

“I would like to hear it,” Martin tells her.

There’s something of a scoff in his voice, but Pax lets it be. “That’s not really your business.”

His head snaps up and he stares at them, incredulous. “You approached me, making these outlandish claims – how is it not my business?”

“Fine!” Pax stuffs the comb back in their bag and starts unbuckling the pieces of their armour. (Probably not going to wear it again. The gambeson Matius gave them is nice, and they’ve been using these leathers for a year at least, they barely fit anymore. Plus they’re all singed.) “Fine,” they repeat. “I was in prison –”

“Why?”

“What did I say about not your business? I was in prison in the Capital, the Emperor comes through my cell with guards that are being all jumpy, he says –” he pauses, hands stilling on the clasps of his gorget. “Said he saw me in a dream. Or something. They go out through some secret way in the wall, I follow them for a bit –”

“Why was it in your cell?”

“I don’t know, Martin, I didn’t quiz them on their bloody architectural decisions. Anyway. I followed them a bit. They got attacked –”

“By who?”

“I don’t know, they were in red.” Red like the space behind the gate, and the two things are probably interrelated, but Pax isn’t thinking about that right now. “Stop interrupting me!”

“I’m trying to understand what you’re telling me,” Martin says. “This is very confusing.”

“You wanted to know, I’m telling you. Stop interrupting.” He’s on to the arm armour now. The archery gloves he got rid of ages ago today – they were sticking to his skin – but now he can see that even the bracers got burned, too. They didn’t melt like whatever the gloves were made of, but the leather is dried and peeling. He strips them off. “It’s not all important. The point is, he – the Emperor – he talked a lot about stars and gods and how he was going to die. We got attacked again. He –”

Pax doesn’t like to think about the next part. It all happened so fast.

Martin is looking at her, wary.

“He gave me his Amulet,” Pax says, “and he told me to go talk to another person who knew about his secret son. Said to find the son – and close shut the jaws of Oblivion. That’s what he said.” Now Pax is ripping up the grass. “Then he died. So.”

They sit with her story for a bit.

“It sounds mad,” Martin says. Pax wants, a little bit, to shove him off the rock.

“Well, it’s true. Can you think of another reason some stranger would come looking for you?”

“And you think I’m the son?” Martin asks, ignoring her question. He’s staring at her, a haggard look about his face. He shakes his head. “No. You must have the wrong man.”

Pax wants a lot to shove him off the rock.

“Oh, I have the wrong Martin Priest Of Akatosh In Kvatch Who Never Knew His Father?” he jeers. “How many other people you know have that description? Please, point me in their fucking direction.”

Martin’s face scrunches up like cardboard. “They’d be dead now,” he says flatly, and goes to stand.

“Don’t!” Their desperation is much more noticeable than they want it to be, practically dripping off their voice. They stand too, their legs still armoured but everything else uncovered. Shouldn’t have said that. “I’m – don’t leave. I have to take you to Chorrol.”

“Because I’m the Emperor’s son,” he says, voice as disdainful as it is guarded, and Pax really wants to poke it but they’ve already fucked up and they can’t afford to act like an ass again.

“It’s where the Amulet of Kings is,” she says weakly, and then, “he said about closing off Oblivion. What happened here – it’s connected, I bet you.”

Martin presses his lips tight together, head tilted a little to the side so his hair falls over his brow. “They say you’re the one who closed the gate.”

Pax isn’t sure what to say to that. “I was.”

“Really?” Martin shakes the hair out of his face. “I didn’t know whether to believe it.”

Pax scowls. “What’s that s’posed to mean?” he demands.

Martin raises his hands placatingly. Pax hates being placated. “All of it seems unbelievable,” he says, which is fair. He gestures to Pax. “Your story isn’t exactly helping.”

That’s also fair. Pax winds his fingers into his tunic.

“It isn’t that I don’t believe you,” Martin tells him carefully. “It’s just… a lot all at once.”

Pax snorts despite herself. “Believe me, I know what you mean.” Five weeks ago they were swapping insults with their shithead cellmate across a prison corridor. Now… they don’t even know what they’re doing. Kings and assassins and gateways to Oblivion – it all feels like something out of a story. These are events that belong to the epics from the First Era, not now.

Martin looks at them, and his face is a little less wary.

“Look,” Pax says, twisting the fabric under her hands into knots. “Honest, I don’t really know what’s going on. They didn’t say why the Amulet was important or why he got killed or anything. But the Amulet’s in Chorrol with the person who told me where to find you, and he knows a lot more. If you have questions, then come with me. He’s the one to ask.��

Martin keeps looking at her; it’s weird.

“What was it like inside the gate?” he asks eventually. Pax wrinkles up her nose. “Humour me,” he adds.

She’s too tired to get annoyed with him for asking the question; she hasn’t slept in a day at least, busy with all the bullshit going on in Kvatch, and it’s abruptly catching up with her. She shrugs. “Bad,” she says, because that sums it up pretty well.

She wasn’t meaning to be funny, but it shocks a laugh out of him. He looks as surprised at it as she is.

“That gate shouldn’t have been possible,” he says, glancing again at the ruins of Kvatch over the hill, “but you closed it. You gave them hope, you helped them drive the daedra back.” He makes them sound a bit too much like questions. Pax did all of that stuff. They don’t need him acting like they couldn’t have.

But then he looks back at them and they don’t argue. “I’ll go with you,” he says. “I’ll hear this person out. It isn’t as though there’s much to keep me here.”

Pax smiles grimly. (And it’s at the macabre humour with which he says it. It’s not out of relief. It’s not.)

“We’ll start tomorrow,” Pax tells him. They bend and pick up all their leathers off the log. “Pack your things, if you have any. And get some rest. It’ll be a lot of walking.”

#no idea if this is good or not; I wrote it just now and didn't feel like rereading or editing #but yeah! ty for the prompt #oc tag #pax #martin #oblivion #the elder scrolls #kvatch #my writing #fay writes

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The Freak’s Superhero//Chapter Two: Batter up! (An Eddie Munson Fanfic)

Chapter 1! - https://mommyymunson.tumblr.com/post/690691192770510848/the-freaks-superherochapter-one-escaping-his

I was always meant to be Papa's ultimate weapon. The most gifted, the most powerful, the one with the most tricks up her sleeve. That's why he kept me the most secret, he could do whatever he needed in order to make his task come true. Using torture as training to be able to do anything that was related to the human psyche. Countless sleepless nights in the padded room, numerous shocks with his 'special collar'; all in the name of research. But I think I'd rather be there than here at the current moment.

As much as I had hoped and prayed for the questions to stop, God seemed to find my annoyance a comedy show as the three children kept 'em coming. After a half an hour of Dustin's inquiries, the other two children joined in. If the intense pain radiating in my entire body wasn't gonna drive me insane, these three children definitely were going to. No matter how silent I stayed, they just never stopped, I think it even encouraged them to keep going.

"Have you ever..-" Dustin continued before I finally let out the agitated scream I've been holding in the last twenty minutes. My body contorted in a crazed sort of state, my head whipping to the air as my voice roared out in all its irritation. I had to let it out in anyway I could, All I craved was just a moment of silence but the incessant children weren't allowing that anytime soon. With my fingers grabbing and tugging at the scalp, my meltdown finally came to a close as I turned my attention to Dustin and the other children once again.

"I have different powers than Eleven, being more powerful is objective, I don't know why I look 'creepy', I've had Eggos maybe once, yes, no, I don't even know who that is, yes I can make myself fly sort of, no, no, yes Brennar is my father..-" all of the answers of the entire thirty-seven minute quiz show came flowing out of my mouth. Once I had finally answered the entirety of them, I gave the boy a knowing glance that meant, 'please for the love of all that is holy, shut UP.' Although at this point, I think he took it as a challenge.

"You didn't answer my question of, 'does it hurt your eyes when they go black like they did.'"

In the moment, I thought scaring him off was gonna be my best bet. Gripping the fabric latched onto his shoulder, my eyes searched the endless corners of his brain. Once I had gotten to the section dedicated to visual intake, I warped his optical perception of how I looked. Morphing my facial features into a thing of horror. Long scragglier looking hair, eyes completely melted in black, my skin as pale as snow, teeth as pointy as pitchforks; this would surely do the trick. He would be the only one who could see me like this because, even though he thinks its reality, I'm only changing how he can see me. When his face pulled into a goofy smile and he used his free arm to check out my imaginative face, I knew my plan had failed.

"Woah how did you do that? That's so cool! You look kinda like Linda Blair." he continued exploring my crazed features in fascination. All I could do was pull the veil from over his eyes and stare at him in disbelief. Weren't kids supposed to get scared at that kind of stuff? Shaking the thought out of my head, I just continued walking and of course, they resumed with me.

"What are you talking about Dustin? She didn't look any different to me." Lucas spoke.

"You mean you guys couldn't see it? She looked like a demon straight out of a horror movie. Hey Zero, How did you do that?" Dustin pulling up to my left, staring up at me like a lost puppy.

"I just changed your view on how I looked, it only worked on you because I was only channeling you to see it." I huffed out, still hoping the questions would end. They exclaimed to one another how cool that was and how the two others wanted to see as well, but soon the topic grew old as soon as it emerged.

"So what kind of powers do you have then?" Max asked her now twelve question as we continued our journey over the twigs and aging leaves.

I ran my palm over the entirety of my sweat stain face and sighed, "The power to sew all your mouths shut if you don't quit it."

"Wait..like actually?" Lucas asked, almost pausing his movement through the many trees around us.

"If I really try hard enough, maybe." I shot him a mischievous grin that oozed in phoney wickedness.

Sensing this was never going to end, I mentally pushed their bodies far in front of me with the wave of my hand. They all let out small gasps as they each felt the rush from their bodies going forward telepathically. Once I had them at enough distance away, I stopped them. They all quizzically turned their backs to me as I just pointed in front of us, signaling them to go. That seemed to, at last, do the trick for them as they all started to walk faster in front of me. The threat of being able to control their bodies at my whim seemed to give them enough clarity to leave me alone. Finally some damn peace and quiet. I gave myself a subtle victory fist through the air; although it wasn't elusive enough as I heard a chuckle come from right behind me.

"You could've easily gotten those rug-rats off your back ages ago but you didn't. Are they starting to grow on you, Miss. Zero?"

It was the handsome, tatted devil from before that had broken the brief seconds of silence. He started to match my pace so he could walk beside me, still having that sinful smirk from before sketched into his face.

"Definitely not, I just found their curiosity amusing at first but then I couldn't even hear my own thoughts. That was before I could even think them, mind you." His eyes bore into mine the entire time, almost like he was memorizing all of me. I hate to admit it, my ego taking a small bruising, but his unwavering stare made me become flustered. It was incredibly bizarre in fact, men never had any sort of affect on me. Well, besides one man.

Before I could feel the traumatizing thoughts start to form, his earthy laugh had grounded me back to reality. Back to our synchronized walk through the forest, our hands brushing against each other every so often.

"I don't know, sweetheart. I caught quite a few glimpses of a smile on your lips before," he was teasing me, I knew that but his confidence and charisma had me biting my bottom lip in embarrassment. He knew I was lying, "didn't seem like you were too bothered by them, to me."

His palm abruptly stuck out to me, giving me an expecting look, "I'm Eddie by the way, Eddie the banished if we're being fancy."

Lacing my fingers into his calloused fist, I gave it a small squeeze and a few shakes. "Zero, Zero the...Indestructible, if you'd like to refer to me as a DnD title," he gave a little wiggle of his eyebrows before releasing my hand, "And alright, I guess I did find them kind of cute; but it was only because I had basically watched them grow up the past few years....," his look of confusion urged me to continue,"When I was down there, in the upside down as they deem it, I was held captive for a very long time. Three years in fact. The only reason I knew how long it had been was because of them. I'm guessing you haven't known the boys that long considering I don't recognize you, but I was with them since the moment Mike met El, his girlfriend. It was 'Spiritually' of course, its a long story."

His gaze never strayed as he listened intently to what I had to say, finally that smile had left his face and was replaced with a look of understanding. I could tell that he was paying attention to every word I said as we stumbled over the bumps of grass and dirt.

"Well I might have to push back that reservation I have in thirty minutes, but I think I can squeeze you in. Continue on, tale teller."

The laugh that erupted out of me was small and meek, but it felt so good to feel something like laughter again. That damned grin come back again as soon as it had left, looking rather proud of himself for giving me a quick chuckle.

"God, I haven't laughed in years."

"Well you're in luck, I happen to be the funniest person you'll ever meet. So you'd better get used to it quickly, milady," he gave a quick bow to me as I smiled down at him, shaking my head," but sorry, you were saying?"

"Right right, so I'm unaware how familiar you are of El's powers, but basically she's able to locate anyone of her choosing with her mind. Almost like if she were with us right now, she could hear and see exactly what we're doing but not really be able to communicate with us. It's a handy tool for gathering information, and that's exactly what I did in my time down there. She was really the only person I could consider family, all the rest of them were dead or an absolute asshole, pardon my french."

He raised his hands as if to say, 'look at me, you think I'm gonna stop you? Swear all you like.' To which, I just rolled my eyes playfully at him and resumed.

"It was so incredibly lonely down there, so cold and every part of my body ached from being bound," I lifted up my weak arm to show him my battle scars; the large black and blue bruises completely covering my wrists,"I wanted, well more like needed them in there. They kept me grounded, sane. Whether they were just playing games at the arcade or fighting off whatever final boss the upside down threw at them; they gave me a reason to keep going. I had dreamed of the time when I'd finally meet them, If I could even meet them. How I would kick their asses in Dig-Dug, have them teach me how to play Dungeons and Dragons, or even protect them with every fiber of my being; I wanted to keep them safe and happy. Because they're the reason I'm here right now, talking to you. I would've been dead a long time ago without them, just giving up the will to live. I would protect them with my life, and that's exactly why I knew I had to help Max get out. I won't let them be a victim of him like he made me." He only listened, not interrupting just letting me tell the story. When I had finally paused to take a breath though was when he spoke up.

"Well you don't need them to teach you the basics of Dnd, I'm the best dungeon master around. I could definitely show you the ropes when we're done with this Vecna shit and I'm no longer a wanted man." he scratched at the back of his neck bashfully and looked into my eyes once again.

"Is that so? Hopefully that's not all you'll be showing me." my damned mouth was working in overdrive before my mind could keep up. Causing my eyes to explode with shock and my cheeks to heat up a hundred degrees hotter. I couldn't look at him directly after that, only trying to quick cover up my not-so subtle attempt at flirting.

"I m-mean..I'd like to learn the in depths to the game too, not just the basics, ya know? That's all that I meant, nothing else. Heh." my voice trembled as I ran with the best coverup I could give. His face twisted into a sly, teasing smile as he studied my outburst. Why in God's name did I just deliberately flirt with this man in a situation like this?! It must be from the lack of sleep and oxygen down there, yeah that's it. Thankfully before he could shoot back any sort of response to my stupidity, Dustin's sudden bolt through the woods pulled all off Eddie's attention. It seemed the kid Sherlock had found a clue.

"Dustin, Can you slow down? Dustin," he called after the boy but it was to no avail, both of us jogging to match his pace. Before Dustin could plunder himself into the calm waters of the lake, Eddie and I took one of his shoulders each and held him back from a damp conclusion,"Watch your step, big guy."

All of them seemed to be confounded by the large reservoir, not being able to believe that one of the gates could be in the very well known spot, "Lover's Lake." Although I knew they couldn't feel it, the uncomfortable energy from the opening to Hell instantly spiraled under my skin. Washing my entire body in uneasiness.

"There's a gate in Lover's lake?" Max spoke up, looking around us in almost disbelief.

"Whenever the demogorgon attacked, it always left an opening...maybe Vecna is the same way?" it was Nancy's turn to speak as she tried to figure out the reason. I nodded my head in agreement as I descended into the blissfully cool water, without so much as bothering to take even my shoes off.

"You'd be correct, detective. He can only make a portal once his victim takes their last breath, unlike me. I'm able to open the barrier whenever I need to, considering how much practice I've had at it, it's become rather easy. The only downfall is once I open one, I have a timer of roughly eight hours before I can open another. Takes too much out of me." The lake clung to every bit of dirt and grime that stuck to my body. I began to scrub as much as I could off and ducked my head fully under before Steve spoke up.

"You're seriously taking a bath, right now?"

"You go three years without one and let me know how disgusting the filth feels. From the looks of you, you wouldn't be able to survive a full twenty four hours without some hair spray." I threw his judgement right back at him as Dustin and Lucas snickered. Steve shot death glares down at them and just beckoned Eddie to follow him. Throwing the tarp off, a slightly wet boat was uncovered. I swam over in their direction as the two men pulled it into the water beside me, Robin using their heads to stable herself as she entered the wobbly vessel.

Dripping onto the dry land, I smoothed my hair back; already feeling much more refreshed but I still yearned for some soap. The frizzy haired man followed after Robin, then Nancy. I watched as Eddie's eyes suddenly turned towards me, observing me from head to toe. I looked down at myself to see that my off-white tank top and ripped black shorts had stuck to my skin. The color of my burgendy bra clearly showing through. He cleared his throat and noticed Dustin trying to wedge himself inside the boat beside his companions. His head got flicked back and Eddie just gave him a dumb look.

"You trying to sink us? This boat holds three people tops, okay." Dustin didn't seem to be having it though as Nancy spoke up next.

"It's better this way okay? You guys stay here with Max, keep an eye out."

"You keep an eye out!" Wheeler's face twisted in baffle as Dustin mimicked it, mockingly, "It's my goddamn theory!"

I couldn't help the small snort that erupted from my throat, quickly covering my face in embarrassment. I had to admit, the kid was starting to grow on me. They continued their bickering until Dustin finally caved, handing the small group his beloved compass, begrudgingly. Nancy gave me a questioning look, silently asking what my next move was. The fear was starting to bubble over the brim, I could feel the energy from the gate lull me forward. My eyebrows furrowed in anxiety as my feet stumbled back rather ungracefully. She seemed to get the message as she signaled Steve to push the boat forward, jumping into the 'max of three' boat afterwards.

"You said three!" dustin's distain for the lying four quite evident as Steve just uttered a quick apology. He gave them a not so subtle middle finger as they slowly traveled through the rippling water. Why were they using the oars instead of the motor?

"Hey! Is the motor broken?" cupping around my mouth for maximum volume, Eddie glanced in my direction and gave a quick nod. This was gonna take forever. Tapping the bottoms of my shoes, I took a hesitant step onto the surface of the water. Concentrating all my energy into keeping myself from sinking. Once I felt the weight from my feet dissipate, I took another stride onto the water and just like that, I was walking on top of the Lake.

"What are you, Jesus?!" Eddie joked, watching in awe as I started closing the gab between me and the boat. All of them stared in my direction, not so much focusing on actually moving, just in my holy ability. They hadn't gotten far from shore so it didn't take long before I was right in front of them, wrapping my fingers into a tight fist and slamming it down onto the motor. As they all jumped back startled, the motor began roaring to life. Not really expecting a standing ovation, I gave them a royal bow and turned on my heel to head back to the children. Probably still too stunned to speak, they all stayed silent as they just took advantage of my gift and let the boat do all the work for them.

"When this is all over, you really gotta show us everything you can do." Lucas requested as my feet finally hit dry land again.

"And spoil all of my secrets? Absolutely not." I shot him a small smile as he just shook his head in disappointment. We all watched as they went on a steady, not too fast pace towards the gate and all I could do was feel the swell of regret. Why didn't I go with them? Nancy was nothing but kind to me and I must've let her down. Why did I have to be so scared all the time? He couldn't reach me here so what was there to be worried about?

"Wait, wait, wait, they're stopping. What are they stopping for?" Lucas announced, hitting Dustin lightly in the chest to get his attention.

"What's going on guys, talk to me come on." Dustin had a slight panic in his voice, but I couldn't blame him; all of us were on edge as we awaited an answer. Then Robin's voice blared through the walky.

"Dustin, your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capital 'ahhh'!"

We all anxiously waited as Lucas kept his eyes on the group, expecting something anything to happen. It wasn't until they started talking about Steve's chest hair that the air got less intense. Wait, why was Steve taking his shirt off? Oh God, don't tell me.

"When did Steve get so hairy?"

"Right? I keep telling him he needs to tame that jungle, but he claims the ladies dig it." Dustin pulled my attention away from the group, almost giving me another small chuckle in this extreme situation.

"Let me see." Max practically ripped the binoculars out of Lucas's grip and held them to her vision. The boy seemed ready to decline but also like he wanted to know if what Dustin said was true. When she started watching for a prolonged amount of time, the held in giggle came tumbling out of my lips. The two couldn't believe what Steve 'the hair' Harrington had said was correct. When the red head held the long distance goggles to me, I politely just shook my head and held my hand up.

"I'm not into a lot of hair, maybe a nice happy trail but not everywhere." She seemed to nod her head in understanding as Dustin and Lucas just gagged to my response. I ruffled their heads almost bullyingly as we continued watching the boat ahead os us. They seemed to cut the tension that was building in my muscles by half.

"You guys realize, if there's a gate down there, it's technically a water gate." Dustin looked expectantly at us, waiting a few seconds for some sort of reaction before he finally cracked and laughed himself. I didn't let him see the half smile that was adorning my face as the other two didn't even acknowledge him.

Suddenly there was twigs snapping and leaves crunching behind us, we all spun around in fear seeing several flashlights shine just above us. Ducking behind a fallen tree stump, we quickly found out it was the cops who were hot on our trail. Almost as if she knew now was the worst time, Robin's voice started blaring through the speakers, they had found the gate. Turning it off quickly, and knowing we couldn't let the police find Eddie and arrest him; Max told us to trust her as she started shouting. Gathering the attention of our intruders, we started following after the sprinting girl. But that was when I suddenly felt a pang of dread creep up my shoulders and over my neck. I stopped in my tracks and turned my attention to the lake again, the water was rippling unnaturally around them. I know something is wrong.

"Guys! Go on without me, I'll catch up!" Whisper-shouting to them, gathering my power once again and manipulating the cops vision like I did to Dustin before. Now, to them I was invisible and they could only see the three in front of me.

"Zero, what are you doing?!" Dustin worried, but I didn't have time to answer him as I started stumbling back to where we were before the chase.

I was right, there was now only Eddie left in the boat, shouting and freaking out by himself. If this were any other time, I'd probably burst into tears laughing at his meltdown but I knew exactly why he was. Robin, Steve, and Nancy were no longer there so that could only mean they went down to the gate. It was like my body moved on it's own, before's fear seemingly never existed. Taking one last adequate breathe before diving right into the water. I paddled my way through the ripples of water that seemed to wanna slow me down, but for once I was thankfully to Papa. Not only did he train my mind, he trained my body too. Like I said, I was his ultimate weapon. Going as far as hiring blacklisted assassins to train my body through the sweat and blood. Teaching me martial arts moves and making my body as flexible as it could be. The infinite hours of being beat senseless and forcing my muscles to memorize every move, every action they taught me. I was trained to become a stone cold assassin, to become artillery, to become something less than human.

The freezing liquid did nothing for my nerves, as I soon saw the door that lied at the bottom. Eddie's body being pulled into the tiny crack in the surface. He must've jumped in after I did. Seeing him only exhilarated me to go even faster, treading closer and closer until I finally reached the opening. They were right, it was extremely small for a gate. My confidence began dwindling as I knew I was gonna be in his territory as fast as I left it. Before I let it run down to zero though, I let my body get sucked through the small opening.

The gravity contorted and lunged my body into a stand as my eyes took in the sight before me. Steve was being choked and bitten by the bats on the floor as the other three were using the oars to beat them. Eddie was trying to confidently fight them off but I could tell he was as scared as the rest of them. The two women were tag teaming the remaining bats that clung to Steve; who was finally beginning to regain his composure. Well, I think they've had enough. Taking my middle finger and thumb into the edge of my mouth, my breathe whistled between the two; gathering the attacks and defenders attention.

"Having all the fun without me?"

The second the flying demons took notice of me, they all began scattering. Assuming they remembered their companions being fed forcefully to me by Henry. Scrambling, their wings took flight, attempting to scamper away. The four's movements stilled as I sauntered towards them. Letting the power that boiled in my soul explode in my fingertips. The bats that remained in trying to get a good meal, were soon exploding into a glob of flesh. The searing echoes of their screams reverberated in the empty space among us. Enjoying finally being able to use my powers once again, I held my fingers in the shape of a pistol and pinpointed each creature. One by one they erupted until the only ones that were left were the ones fleeing through the air.

"Hah, as if I'd let you get away."

Taking boulder-sized chunks of the ground beneath, I raised them into the air before slamming them back down as hard as I could. Creating small rocks that were just the perfect size. I let them hang in the air as I turned to Robin who just watched, starstruck.

"Can I borrow this? Thanks," I grabbed the wooden tool from her unmoving hands. Getting a feel for it's small amount of weight in my palms. I tapped the end of it onto the ground twice before raising it behind my back, "I'd suggest you guys duck, it's time for some baseball."

Everyone looked amongst themselves in utter confusion, until the sudden euphony dawned on them and their bodies dropped to the floor. They held their bodies protectively but still managed to watch the game I was about to present them. Perhaps it was a bit childish to do this, but I haven't felt this kind of rush in such a long time, it was like a drug to me right now. It gave me such an onslaught of excitement that I couldn't help the huge grin that spread across my lips.

"They don't call me Babe Ruth for nothin' kiddos." And with that, I swung the makeshift baseball bat through the air and the pieces of gravel and semi-large rocks bolted. The speed they were going at, they were like bullets to the unsuspecting rats with wings that tried to leave. They were no match for my impeccable aim as the varying pieces of stone tore their small bodies in half. One by one, they dropped to the ground like flies. Not a single one left to bite the dust, the sky being completely clear now. It goes to show that I still haven't lost my touch. I wiped the small droplets of sweat that began to form on my forehead and glanced at the group behind me. They were all wiping the dust off themselves, still looking like they just witnessed a thing of fiction. Not even a single applause for my homerun, huh?

"Who calls you Babe Ruth?" Robin slyly asked but I just chose to ignore her.

Finally, their astonishment began to dwindle. Steve spit out what looked to be the remnants of a bat's head, the blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. Nancy began freaking out for the wounded boy and rushed up to his aid.

"Jesus H Christ!" Eddie huffed, throwing the oar down in exasperation. Although the situation we were in, I chuckled at his sudden outburst. Even when he's being serious, he still had a flair for the dramatics.

"Uh, do you guys think these bats have, like, rabies? It's just that rabies are, like, my number one greatest fear. And I think we should get you to a doctor soon, because once the symptoms set in, it's too late. You're already dead." Robin ranted, panic setting in the more she spoke.

"Robin, I promise you, if they were gonna give anybody rabies; I would've gotten it a long time ago." I rolled my eyes at her fear, she couldn't be too afraid of our current predicament if she's talking about something as simple as a virus.

"You got bitten a lot down here?" Steve breathed out, he must've been feeling woozy from the pain in his lower abdomen.

"No I ate them."

The silence surrounding us was so thick, I could practically feel it hugging my body.

"You're joking right?" Robin choked out, seemingly not believing my statement.

"How else do you think I ate for three whole years? I was tortured for the entire time, why do you think he'd stop at Bat consumption?" I will probably always remember the dreadful, tangy taste of demon bat flesh that practically stung my tongue and throat going down. My non-descending stomach evident of my reluctance to eat the foul meal.

The echoes of screams in the air interrupted their judgement, more of the demobats on their way here. So, they called for their buddies huh? I stood in waiting, ready for the attack once again but the other four weren't up to the challenge apparently.

"We can't take that many of them by ourselves...the woods! Let's go!" Nancy announced, turning on her heel and booking it for the large standings of wood. The other three began following her, as I just watched them in contemplation.

"What are you talking about, I'm fine to keep go-..oh never mind." Not wanting to be left behind, I sprinted after them, only going at half my full speed. My unwillingness to flee not causing me to find the need to. It almost seemed like they forgot I just took down at least a hundred of those suckers two minutes prior. Maybe it was the anxiety for Steve's condition that made them want to make a break for it. I'm not sure, all I know is that if I don't get at least a single compliment about my badass baseball skills later, I'm gonna be real upset.

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