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gooppoo · 1 year

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asked for filth? alright

how about jake fucking the reader in ways the na’vi dont usually do? like eating her pussy making her sit on his face, fingering her, all the ways that you think they wouldn’t do and reader is just overwhelmed and so fucked out while hes laughing at her lovingly

no this is a really interesting concept bc how does james cameron b havin these mfs get down and dirty?

Let me show you.

Requests Closed!!

mdni.

warnings: oral (reader receiving), fingering, face sitting, jake is actually being a softy (surprise surprise)

p.s. challenging myself to condense my writing bc I tend to overwrite tbh

"Yes, sit, right here." Jake giggled at your bashful nature.

You swallowed nervously, "I-I don't know Jake..."

He swished his hand nonchalantly, "Babe, I promise, you're gonna love it. When I was one of the sky people we did this all the time." Your ears flattened when he mentioned the sky people, "Listen, just try it, if you don't like it, we'll stop." He cocked a brow.

Your tongue ran over your teeth thoughtfully. Hesitantly, you shuffled toward his expression, praying that he was true to his word (his devilish smile was less than convincing).

Either side of his head, your thighs rested, one hand stuck out in front of you for stability. Jake chirped from beneath you to see if you were ready, and you sighed, unsure.

A wet, warm sensation spread across your folds and toward your clit. Your body involuntarily stiffened and jolted your hips away from his mouth.

"Woah woah hey, just my tongue. Don't worry baby." He studied your anxious stare, chewing on your bottom lip, "Only gonna use my tongue and my fingers. Promise." His wink was not as comforting as he thought, but still cute.

In your chest, your heart hammered making the rest of your body hot. It all seemed so new all at once, and it was overwhelming.

But...from the little bit you had, it felt pretty damn good.

Still, you proceeded with caution, and returned to your original position. You waited for his tongue to explore again, instead he opted to peck along your thighs. A part of you wanted to protest and whine for him to focus on your clit, but you let him show his expertise.

When his tongue made a reappearance, it was trailing toward your much wetter core. Again, the temptation crept up to force his tongue where you wanted it, but you were patient. And soon enough that patience paid off because before you could form another coherent thought, Jake was showing you that it was possibly for you to form incoherent thoughts.

It was like he was kissing you, making out with you messily, only it felt one hundred times better. All you could really do was gasp and mewl, feel Jake pull you harder down onto his character to dive deeper into you. At times, you'd both hum when you'd hips would buck out of pure pleasure.

But as soon as you adjusted to this new phenomena, another was introduced, this time you didn't pull away. There was a weak prodding at your slippery entrance - perhaps his fingers he had mentioned - sometimes penetrating through the tiniest bit just to slide back out.

It was different, and would take some adjusting, but as long as Jake kept his attention on your clit there wouldn't be any protest or insecurity. And he knew this too, he wouldn't send your body into shock and shove two fingers into you just to quicken the process. So he took his time building up to massaging your g-spot and keeping a blissful pace on your clit with his magical tongue.

Eventually, he was knuckle deep in you, stimulating your most sensitive spots and watching you gradually unfold on top of him. Feeling your thighs relax almost too much, cunt pulsing around his working digits, it was just as he had remembered it.

However, he couldn't sustain this rhythm forever, it would only get you so far, and he wanted you cumming on his face! He tried his best to be as unsuspecting while lapping at your clit and applying more vigor to your insides. And while this did send you further into your clouded mind of lust, it also quickly became too much.

"Jake - jake," you tried to warn him that you were on the cusp of overstimulation.

"Keep saying my name baby," he laughed against you. The faint tremble in your thigh and the tightening of your naval told him everything he needed to know, "I know it's a lot, it's okay. You're doin' fuckin' great." Most of his words were muffled, the vibration of his voice sending chills up your spine.

Sooner than he has expected, your thighs were stiffening, and your walls were tightening. He continued his pace with a sprinkle of passion, knowing what was waiting for him around the corner.

"Jake - oh, OH!"

There it was. That honeydew sweetness dripping down his fingers and coating his tongue. Making your sturdy legs shake and clit become too sensitive to even kitten lick. Jake was pussy whipped, no question about it.

When enough was enough, his half-damp face peaked from underneath you, an overly cocky smile plastered on his features.

"Whatcha think?" You nodded, still gasping for air, "I knew you'd like it."

#avatar #avatar x reader #avatar smut #jake sully #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully x y/n #jake sully x you

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missdaytonawrites · 10 months

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tr@ck 07 • e. williams

summary - perv!ellie hc's!

WC - 1k

cw/tw - as always, MDNI! 18+ content, ellie williams is a DAWG lmao, afab!reader, hyper-fem coded!reader, dub-con, mentions of marijiuana and paraphernalia, smut smut smuuuut, talk of strap-ons, fingering (r!receiving) and more lol.

A/N - hey slay queens and kings and things, no i dont want to talk about the phantom fic lolsies maybe one day i'll just quit bringing it up! this is to tie you nasty bitches over while i work on this little surprisssseeeeeeeee oooooohhh. and also! yes i am abbys specialest little princess but i love me some of ellie. so here! maybe this will be the catalyst for an ellabs fic

"met a girl who likes my body, said she wants to break your teeth."

• its already established within the tlou community, that ellie williams is a PERV! but like.. in my head? shes pervy like..

• she stares for just a little too long when you change in front of her. literally has to talk herself down from letting at a low whistle upon seeing the swell of your breasts.

• always finds a way to get you into lingerie stores when you two go out. lowkey ends up picking out every piece you buy bc… you love listening to her.

• perv!ellie cannot watch you eat/drink certain things because of the implied sensuality. popsicles? nope. pasta? absolutely not. drinking out of a straw? she’s gotta go.

• she was 110% the first person who got you high. quickly making it a habit, because you are even more pliant when you get all stoned.

• speaking of? in addition to your astonishing obedience when ya’ get all fucked up, ellie williams cannot deny how much she loves watching you wrap your lips around a pipe.

• the first time you get high with her, your eyes glaze over and your nipples harden through your little tank. she would scoot closer and flick one, “look at that, doll!” you just giggle and she waves the pipe in front of your face. “ain't it silly the way this stuff works!”

• takes secret photos of you laughing, bending over, getting dressed.

• perv!ellie dances with you in the kitchen. dancing turns into wrestling, and she loves wrestling because of how close she gets to be to you.

• brings you around her friends to show you off, like she doesn't get upset when they very obviously eye you. “this one’s mine. so back off..” she would tell them when one asks your relationship status.

• she sneaks little touches to your thighs or waist when you sleep.

• one night when you wake up from her touch and ask “whats goin’ on, els?” she just hushes you and tells you that “all friends do this, silly.” as she pulls you closer, spooning you. “just makin’ sure you sleep reeeal good!” later that night she def lets a few fingers slip beneath your panties.

• i’m a firm believer in the fact that ellie used to get stoned and go people-watching, used to. now she gets stoned and goes “you-watching.” like, since meeting you, her favorite pastime has become sparkin’ up, and watching you! things like picking up your room, baking, doing your makeup or hair. its all so interesting, you are so interesting.

• she steals your panties 100%. and maybe shoves them in her face when she touches herself. :0

• always finds a way to bring up sex. she will, without a doubt, ask you blatant questions about what's happening in your sex life. all she gets out of you is your detailed explanation on how you masturbate.

• you would tell her sometimes it's difficult to keep going at a certain point and that you don't think you’ve ever made yourself cum.

• and when she hears that? her eyes go wide. her mind runs rampid with filthy ideas. she feels like she's dreaming when she asks if you would show her, and you say yes..

• she could see the hesitation in your eyes at the questions first proposal… but ellie, ever the charmer, prods until she hears what she wants.

• pulling you close and hushing you, she would say: “this is normal baby, cross my heart!” then throw her hands up in defense before leaning in to close the space between you two.

• after that, her hands are everywhereee!!! on your waist, sliding up your back then down to squeeze your ass, up again to tangle in your hair and then dropping the slightest bit to cup your face.

• when she reaches further down and realizes that you aren't wearing any panties she swears you’re trying to kill her.

• “forgot how to put on panties sweetheart?” she’d chuckle at you, then spit on her fingers and resume her assault on your core.

• her fingers inside and her breath on your neck make it hard for you to speak but, even then you manage to tell her, “no! didnt forget els!” and so she laughs some more, stops touching you and prys, “well then where’d your cute little panties go, doll?”

• in that moment, you let out an exasperated breath and come clean. “hnng! they got all sticky and hot when i thought about seeing you today, so i took em’ off!!!” you sound on the verge of tears.

• perv!ellie could no longer take it, she pushes you down onto your bed and starts to work on you. slender fingers circling your clit and she bites and licks at your neck. “yeah? got all excited ‘cause i was comin’ over?”

• when you dont answer her.. she gathers up a rather obscene glob of your arousal and brings it up to swipe across your nose, like you're a little puppy in trouble.

• “i asked you a question doll, its rude to ignore people.” all you could offer her was a long, incoherent string of whines with a possible “yes!” thrown in there somewhere.

• at that point, it doesn't take her more than fifteen minutes to finger you to completion, and have her strap on and ready for you.

• ellie fucks into you with nothing but unbridled stamina. never letting up, no, how could she? shes been waiting for this.

• and god, you look like heaven personified underneath her. she was convinced she could cum on the spot from that alone.

• after about 4 orgasms from your end, ellie has to literally pull herself away from you.

• perv!ellie could stay so deep in your pussy for hours on end, she would never leave if she didn't have to. she could work on you until you saw starts.

• the little perv quickly turns into a massive simp the second your head hits her chest and your eyelids flutter.

• “n-no doll, gotta clean you up.” but she just simply cannot stop having you near her, so she carries you to the bathroom and wipes you off.

• the encounter has you woken up a bit and when she gets you back into your room she lays you down, then searches around the floor for her pants.

• pulling out a joint and a lighter, she says “can’t just fuck you like that and not smoke you out after..”

• perv!ellie sleeps like a goddamn baby that night, the taste of you still on her tounge and her head on your tummy.

hope the ellie giiirls love this! happy 4th to those who celebrate ✨

#sapphic #tlou fic #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams #tlou part 2 #tlou game #tlou x reader #tlou fanfiction #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x reader #abby the last of us #abby anderson #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us

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switchbladedreamz · 2 years

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A Dutton In Love

Requested? Nope

Summary: Rip has been meaner than usual lately. Rip Wheeler x fem!reader fluff

Warnings: mentioned female masturbation, cursing, that's it.

"C'mon Beast" I say as I lead my horse out of the stable. His black coat shining in the Montana sun, a cool breeze ever present. Standing in the left stirrup I mount my horse. "Where you headed today little lady?" Lloyd asks, resting against the gate. "Lloyd I ain't no lady, and I'm taking Beast to a trip into town, he could use the long walk.". I pat the left side of his neck, Lloyd looks up at me. "Alrighty. Well Rip wanted me to let you know that you'll be accompanying him and Kayce to the cattle auction tonight.". "Well Lloyd, congrats on the new job. I didnt know you were a messenger now. Please be so kind and tell them I'll be back before we leave.". He chuckles and walks away, shaking his head.

Its dusk as we arrive back at the Yellowstone. Beast is back in the stable, happily munching carrots that Tate is feeding him. "How was your trip to town Aunt (Y/n)?" Tate asks, giggling as Beast nibbles his palm. "Well lil buck, I gotcha somethin.". I pull out a pair of brand new leather gloves, embroidered with his initials. "Since I know you lost yours in the crik last week. Look, T.D. Now dont go losin em now, those cost me a pretty penny." He hugs me tight. "Thank you, I promise I won't lose them. I love you.". I'm takin aback but chuckle. "I love you too little buck". He runs off shouting for his dad, who turns the corner and they collide. "Woah hey, where's the fire son?" He proudly shoves the yellow gloves in his dad's face. "Look what Aunt (Y/n) got me! And they're emboideld!" "I think you mean embroidered son. Those are awesome." Kayce looks at me, a big smile one his face. Happy that at least one sibling of his loves his soon they should. "Thank you (n/n)" he mouths I tip my cowboy hat to him. "I'ma go shower 'fore we leave Kace." He just nods and leads Tate to the lodge.

The cold water hits my back, almost done finishing my shower. Being a hand on a ranch makes you sweat and heat up no matter how cold Montana can get. "(Y/n) you in here?". I hear a voice call out. Poking my head out, I see Rip standing in front of the sinks. "You almost done?" He huffs out, visibly annoyed. I ignore him and turn the water off. I open the curtain, letting him see me naked. The water droplets rolling down my body. Rip just clicks his tongue then leaves as I'm wrapping my towel around me.

Kayce is driving, Rip is in the passenger seat, and I'm in the back. Whispering to the songs on the radio. "Can you shut the fuck up?" Rip snaps at me unexpectedly. "Excuse me? No offense Mr. Wheeler, but if you're so god damn annoyed by me, why did YOU hire me? You need to pull that wild hair out your ass and talk to me like a god damn adult and not just be a dick to me. Cause I sure as hell dont know what I've done to piss you off." He just scoffs and looks out the window the rest of the trip. Kayce shoots me a bewildered look through the rearview mirror, I shrug in return. The air and the people in the truck are tense the rest of the way. And even after we get back to the ranch.

A few days have passed, Lloyd keeps trying to get me to talk to Rip. Apparently since my "blow up", he's been choppin at his bit and gettin on everyone's ass for little things. "And I mean shit, he looked damn near ready to punch Jimmy after he dropped the bottle of wound dust.". Ryan just looks at me. "What did you say?". Teeter repeats it all back to him slowly and sarcastically. "Nobody hear can understand yall. You're southerners, we're not." Ryan replies emphatically. "She's saying that I've been a dick to everyone and I'm sorry" Rip says from the doorway, startling us who had out backs to him. "Can I speak to (Y/n) alone?" People started to get out of their chairs, grumbling. Instead I stood up and headed out the front door of the bunkhouse. Rip catches up with me quickly, damn his long legs. "C'mon. We're going to my room to speak.".

"Sit. Explain." I tell him and point to the bed. I start undressing and changing into sleep clothes. "First of all, I'm sorry." He trails off, but I dont want him to have time to think of an excuse. "Sorry about?". I egg on. "I'm sorry for being a massive jerk. I saw something I shouldn't have and its been bothering me.". I sit next to him, big baggy shirt and short shorts. "Saw somethin you shouldn't've? Rip, you're one guy I know that's seen everythin. To say you've seen somethin you shouldn't've scares me I'm gonna be honest.". He just chuckles, he takes his cowboy hat and jacket off, setting them on an adjacent rocking chair. He sits facing me. "Look. What I'm about to tell you is serious, and I hope you don't look at me differently. It was an accident, I promise." "Just spit it out Rip, you're legit scarin me right now.". I laugh nervously. "2 weeks ago I was coming up the stairs, it was late but John needed to talk to Kayce and I. Well...as I'm passing your room, I decided to check up on you. See if you were doin alright. And well what I saw was...you...naked, with a vibrator and well...you- you uh..were saying my name. A lot-" "okay! I get it." I interrupted. A couple beats of silence passed. I finally mustered up the courage to ask him what I've been wanting to since I watched him leave my doorway two weeks ago. "I know. I saw you leave. I was hoping you didnt see anything. Kinda...ruined my orgasm" I huffed out awkwardly but he just laughed. "Did you like what you saw?" I asked, hiding my stupidly red face. I felt his hand grasp my chin lightly. "Look at me darlin'. You are the most beautiful creature on this god forsaken earth I have ever seen. Clothes on or not." His smile spread ear to ear. It was beautiful. Watching this man who's life hasn't spared mercy to was like watching the sunset from the biggest mountain on the ranch. Breathtaking. We leaned in for a kiss but someone clearing their throat stopped us. "Uuuugh, WHAT?-- Oh. Hi dad." I get up to go talk to him. "Hey baby girl, how'd the auction go today?" "It was good, uhm. We're talking about something important, can what you have to talk about wait till tomorrow?" I ask, hoping he'd say yes it could wait and take my time and run away into the sunset with the man I've loved since I first set eyes on him. "I've gotta talk to Rip, honey. But I'll return him as soon as we're done." Dad smiles at me but eyes say that he's sorry. "Okay, that's alright.". Rip kisses my head as he walks past me. "I'll be back for my things darlin, don't you worry.".

#Yellowstone #rip wheeler #rip x reader #fluuuuuf #rip wheeler x reader #i fucking love him

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solluve · 2 years

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luxiem school drabbles!!

I was vv busy due to exams and test huhuu, I still have a upcoming final exam

noctyx ver coming out soon !!!

modern school au but you lowkey have a rivalry in most of them!!!I HATE SCHOOL

warning; kissing/ mentions (belehg) long passage be warned, lowkey bad ass writing lmfao IM EMBARSSED

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vox

You were terribly annoyed, you had every right to be! Once again, the embodiment of the devil had beaten you again for test scores, and he was shoving it right in your face.

"Really? A 85% y/n? Cmon, I seriously thought you could do better." His voice boomed in the hallways, you didn't even know why he had decided to follow you outside the classroom. Whatever goes on in the classroom, is suppose to stay. You had just hoped that the sea of people who block his view of you.

How did he even manage to get a higher grade than you? From what you knew, he'd simply just lean on his chair during class and break the dress code with those hideous flip flops. He wasn't even a teachers favorite! In fact, all teachers hated him, but all students had loved him. He wasn't super athletic, but he was decent at almost any sport the school threw at him. He just probably did it all for the girls and boys to fawn over. Who knows, maybe even a student had given him am extra study lesson in exhange for quality time or sports advice.

His tall stature gave him the advantage in the hallways however, despite your constant twist and turns around students and diffrent hallways, his pursuit continued until you reached your locker.

A loud slam erupted from the impact of hand to metal, and your head had shot to your side. One hand on the locker supported his figure, and he stared at you menacingly with a smirk ingraved into his features. Oh how you'd pay to rip it right off.

"Are you done following me, stalker? You won, whatever." You sighed and started to fumble with the combination code to your locker. You didn't understand why you were even nervous, you had no fear for this man at all, you just wanted him gone.

"Stalker? how hurtful y/n! But Besides, I'm not done celebrating. Don't you think I deserve something for my first ever win?" He boasted, you could still see the crumbled up paper that represented his test score smashed agasint the locker.

"I have nothing to give besides my congratulations. Now shoo." You peered stadight into his crimson hues, he was clearly amused by your defensive behavior.

"Well, I guess I should just claim my victory reward then. Every treasure needs hard work anyways" he sighed, and quickly cupped your face with his hands, smashing his lips onto yours.

Your eyes had sprawled in shock, not once during it did your body relax, but you didn't complain either.

He pulled away playfully, a crescent smile was painted onto him, it looked so much better than that menacing smirk.

"I dont remember that being a part of the war?!"

"You don't even remeber the test answers. 85%."

like he smashed ur lips onto yours, you smashed your leg up his

okok I'll stfu

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shu (love this mf too)

How could you even compete with this man?! If vox was the devil, he was the angel. He was top of your computer science class, and it didn't even look like he paid attention either. Did he join this class just to show off? Or is this some type of help-failing-students-in-computer-sceince program he was in. Your dear freind had failed that class until they got tutor by the magical man, and all of a sudden they improved gradually! We're all your lectures never enough for them?! You were already a decent student in the class, you turned about an assignment or two late every month, but that was just it! So why did he have to show up and "out do" you in anything with such a nice persona?! There was something up, you just knew it. There had to be something sinister and evil about this oh so perfect shu yamino. And it was your death wish to find out!

And the only way somebody would start such a difficult mission is to be with the man himself.

"Aha, Shu Yamino, may I please discuss something with you?" You had asked right when the bell had rung, Computer science was your last peroid, so you didn't think you'd be bothering him as much. He had given you a nod to continue as he began to shut off his computer and collect his stuff, you had gone completely silent until he fully turned towards you with a questioning look.

Honeslty up front he was better looking than you had thought. You never came to realize his highlights in his hair, or the way his middle part resembled a banana more than you had made it seem to be in your head, longer yet slightly thinning hair as it went down adorned his neck and landed at around his collarbone. A v shaped smile and bright purple orbs had just combined everything together. You need to get YOUR act together too.

With a quick throat clearing and straighting of posture, you had finally spoke to your secretly worse enemy;

"I'm. Having...Trouble..?" Was all you can manage to put out. You could've slapped yourself in that moment, now he probably thinks your having trouble trying to form a simple sentence as well. But in response, a breathy chuckle emitted out of his vocal chords

"Trouble? Sure, on what specific topic?" Aha! He bought it so easily! You didn't ever think the nerd would be so easy to manipulate— no like seriously. It's concerning how easy that was.

"I'm having trouble on Algorithm." You blurted, honestly that was one of the most simplest stuff ever, it was honestly a requirement to know that before you took the class. You just sorta blurted it out. He had bought everything you had said so far, but he'd probably now doubt you. He knew you were smart, and knew that you avoided him like the plague. This was too obvious, it's better to abort the mission by no—

"Sure, when are you free? I can do today if that's sounds well."

oh.

"Aha! Great, I can do it.. at the Cafe nearby Lake ave..does that sound well?" Shit. It took all of your willpower to compose yourself. That was terribly unexpected, so much so that you honestly regretted everything. All you had to do now was wait until your doom.

You even forgot what this was all for.

You waited at the exact spot your proposed the idea too. A nervous wreck. You had to remind yourself half way what you were here for.

'Find the bad side of shu yamino'. All you had to do was act terribly stupid! Surely he would snap at you, and you'd finally find out the truth.

But here you were, shu yamino ever so patient. You had done everything! You asked stupid questions, you have fumbled with your paper. You even had thought about going to far lengths like spilling the mysterious drink he bought. You wonder what it even was, it smelled awful. For some reason however, the man never stopped smiling and holding his calm persona. It was a facade, you knew it! All it would take it a final push to break it down, despite everything you knew your were close.

With one more stupid question of repetition, he sighed and put down his pencil. Fianlly, you had succeed—

"Give it up. I know you."

huh? "Did you really think I'd fall for this? I know that your a good student, I just played along with everything. Right when you came up to me I automatically knee what you were up to! But, I enjoyed this date of ours very much."

Wait, date?

You were bummed and embarssed he had caught you, but maybe it was for good. Maybe your mission was just to get closer to shu.

and maybe you could mark it as successful.

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mysta

How annyoing,, it was terribly difficult to work with that man! You prided yourself in making sure nobody had broken hallway rules, you were never annyoing when correcting and reminding people, but you were when it came to him.

Mysta Rias was not only one the schools pranksters, but the "make-yn-have-the-worst-day-everinator!" He'd constantly run in the hallways, sometimes even using school property to swing himself around like a parkour course! Like your math teacher isn't going to give you extra points becuase you jumped off the water fountain at a 90° angle. Maybe you can use your poor math skills to find out the damage cost of that same fountain.

And there he went again in the middle of transition blocks, shouts of students in discomfort as he pushed past them in a mocking manner. This time for sure you would catch him, you just...also need to push past the sea of people. In a action of haste you also discarded the murmurs and other children's grunts as you rushed past everyone, and you held a firm grip upon the brunette.

Finally, You had caught the mf! Now at it was left was to drag him to the principles office and stop his stupid antics. However, a kid with green eyes stared back at you with fear.

Wrong fucking kid.

The sea of people had cast out into there classes, you held onto the kid in total shock. This was so embarrassing!! YOU GRABBED THE WRONG KID. YOU HAD ONE JOB OML

You heard a menacing irrating laughter behind you, and you new who it fucking belonged to.

"LMFAOO, you deadass thought I was that mf?! Who do you think I am?!" A fucking idiot tbh..

In a mfing FLASH you had grabbed mysta instead, dragging his ass into the direction of the princapls office. He had chuckled on the way there..until he had relized where your actually taking him.

The cocky,, arrogant persona quickly changed into one of desperation.

"Wait, you can't take me there! That will be like my what, 15th visit?! Hey cmon, I thought we were freinds, in fact, more than that!! You can't just betray me like this!!" He had scrambled out of your grip and stood right back up, quickly grabbing your shoulders and putting you in place.

"How 'bout this, if you don't take me there, I'll reward you with..a kiss!"

you gon be a enemy of the state if he keeps this up

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luca

Where do I start with the Jock of the school. Definition of, "Bronze but no Brains." Infact, you were probably his brains. You tutored him a lot, much to the jealousy of practically everyone in the school. It was a pain to tutor him, it was like training a dog on how to play card games. He constantly tried to change the subject, and he constantly had tried to get YOU to work out with him. You were never interested in physical activity, you much had rather secured your diploma using academic skills. You honestly thought it was all pointless, you had to be terribly good at the sport to get a diploma, it was honestly heart wrenching to see kids go through it.

But not Luca, Luca had such a postive attuide, it was like he wasn't educated on how the world and school had worked. He believe everyone could get anything. Which is a good way to think about stuff, but it's not good to apply it to everything you do.

Luca had always told you the same exact thing however. "Try the sport! I'm sure you'll be amazing at it!" And you had always told him the exact thing, "No thank you."

You had repeated the same thing every time until it was his Birthday. The 10 of April, right when the temp began to rise into spring bliss.

"Its fmy birthday wish! That's all I want from you. No presents, gift, cake, nothing!" He shouted from across the study room, in which you angrily placed your finger to your lip in a an act to shut him up, but he still persisted.

You need to also teach him that presents and gift are basically the same thing.

"Just try one sport, I'll be your coach! We can do it after school when nobody else is here so you won't feel embarrassed to fianlly move your noodle arms around!"

What a backhanded mf.

You had a headache from his nonsense, to the point you mindlessly told him 'fine' just so you could have a moment to yourself to recover. You had completely forgotten about it, until he dragged you onto the field.

You were already out of breath from running there, now you had to actually play the sport?! You didn't even get a pick! He immediately chose football. He chucked a football towards you, in which you immediately ducked for cover.

You both knew this was going to be a terribly long day.

Minutes turned into minutes, hours into hours, you had completely lost track of everything. You laid on the field in exhaustion, as he joined you a couple minutes later— for some reason. You don't remeber inviting him.

"So! That was fun, yeah?" You had groaned in response, but you wouldn't lie to him, it was terribly fun for once.

"Whatever, my body is going to feel terribly sore tomorrow."

"I could kiss it to make it feel better!"

punch him he has cooties

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Ike

He was honestly perfect, and honestly the most sane out of everyone. He was at the top of his class, and had his fair share of sports and extra circular activities. He put teachers to shame with his own knowledge. And that'd exactly where it had lead you to.

Somehow you had managed to get into a AP English class. You never knew why, maybe it was becuase they ran out of people and decided to throw in students who they thought they could do well, or maybe they actually thought you were smart! Option 1 sounds more realistic though.

Your class was assigned another essay to write, and honestly you were ar the verge of a breaking point. ANOTHER essay? You could've sworn you just finished one about an historical white man. But hey, who's keeping track? Your not even keeping track of the your cup of coffee that tipped off your desk.

A huge splash echoed through the class, and a damped feeling sunk into your uniform. Shit, did that really just happen? Your gaze turned to the cup of coffee that was fully ruined, and wasted among the floor. That was going to a pain to clean up.

But wait—that's not even the point! You don't care about how tedious it will be the clean up, you care about all the eyes on you and your uniform! This was terribly embarrassing, you didn't even know what to think, your mind simply went blank. The bi haired male started back at your from the other side of the classroom, and the teacher muttered something before going to grab the janitor. Your mind was completely blank, you could hear kids snickering amongst themselves. You didn't even feel like crying, you just prayed you were dreaming.

Amongst your frantic thoughts, a hand decorated in diffrent rings reached out to you. You had peered up to see the same Bi- color haired male, the same bi colored orbs gazing right back. He had a concerned smile, and he urged his hand closer, signaling you to take it. It was almost like he teleported from his seat to you.

"Your clothes, let's stop by the office to get another uniform." He muttered, and you gladly took it. You rather had been anywhere besides that classroom.

It was silent on the walk there, you were questioning a lot of things, but especially him. You could've sworn he didn't talk to anyone else, you saw him with a freind group once, but that was it. None of his freinds were in the same AP English class either, so it was werid why he was the one to offer to take you.

Maybe he pitied you that badly.

If only you recognized how he always stared at you in class, and it wasn't just becuase you spilled coffee everywhere that one day.

You were a nervous wreck, and he was for a completely diffrent reason.

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sea-jello · 2 years

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rewatching the lego ninjago movie and i like to talk so here are my thoughts

it gets long so

luh loyd constantly sounds like hes going to cry

looks like it too

tbh i think he needs to cry everyone can benefit from a good cry

the second hand cringe i get from this kid is unbelievable. dave franco did so good voicing some awkward kid who is two steps away from a breakdown

movie cole my beloved my guy does not want to be there. i aspire to be him

garmadon is awesome. batshit insane

luh loyd mentioning wind and i literally go

man his friends are kinda dicks to him huh. maybe it stems from the whole "anyone related to garmadon is evil" mentality the whole city is teaching

koko 😍😍😍 shes actually such a great mom i love her

the arm scene is so fucking funny poor kid is like on the verge of hysterics

tbh when i first watched this movie when it came out it was only cause i watched like the pilot season to season 2 when i was younger, meaning i did not know nya was the water ninja. i remember first seeing her and being like "who tf is that.. NYA??" and i hated it cause i thought they were just shoving whatever they could onto her. i was walking around going "why did they throw in a water ninja?? nya was perfectly fine by herself!! movie is so different from the show!!!"

but now that ive watched the show,,, water ninja nya my beloved,,

why do they look so weird compared to the show like

what is this. they squished his face flat

THE SCENE WITH THE CAT

this was in the end credits but

i dont think we talk about luh loyd canonically being able to breakdance enough (is it canon?? if its in the end credits??)

the songs are banger actually. will be obsessively repeating them over and over until i get sick of them.

anyways if youve read this far,,, why

i dont talk to people enough irl so ive reverted to the internet

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myarlert · 2 years

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Hi Bells! Congrats on 3k followers ♡

I'm 20 and I'd like to participate in your pairing cards section and smut prompt please.

Any pairing is fine. My pronouns are she/her, male matches preferably please ♡

5'4 brown girl, long copper dyed hair, thiccc (yes with 3 c's).

I'm an ENTP and am an ambivert I think. Introverted in new situations and around new people. Extroverted when comfortable with someone. A bit chaotic and goofy, always trying to pick a fight (guilty April aries here), have a short fuse, always doing the most to make someone laugh, loud, swear like a sailor, I flirt with insults because I like to see if they can give it back to me (plus the banter is fun). Love language is acts of service. I find it really rewarding to do things for people and see how their faces light up.

Could I get a 36 for list [2] on the smut prompt list. Please and thank you ♡

(If you can only do one or if I was only supposed to pick one I'll go with the smut prompt pleaaaase) - sending love and kisses, hope you're doing amazing ♡

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐎�� 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆! + 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭

aaaa thank you for requesting bby!!

cw: smut, fingering, male masturbation, mentions of bondage [very VERY light], orgasm denial, one teeny tiny pussy slap.

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he didn’t know what to expect when he saw the invisible ink covering the photo, clearly your body shape but he still pulled his phone out under the table, shielding it as he scribbled away the ink, revealing your soapy body pressed against the glass of the shower door. he felt his stomach drop, quickly shifting in his seat and shoving his phone in his pants pocket. he smirked to himself though, knowing damn well how you’re gonna act when he gets home.

and he was exactly right, because as soon as he opened the door and called out for you, you where up on your feet to greet him. ‘baby.. you’re fucking crazy, you know that? i was with the high ups today, that meeting was so important you really felt it necessary to send me that?’ he says, a certain tone coating his words. you shrugged and smirked, feeling like playing a little game.

‘y/n… you sent me pictures of you naked while i was in a work meeting. you can’t see why that might make me mad? hm? ohh i see. nothing to say now?’ he saw the way your smile fell, realizing that anyone could have seen it. the look on his face was indescribable.

you knew you were in trouble, how fast he has you on your knees in front of him, using your palm to paw at his cock through his pants. or how fast he had you on your back on the bed, completely naked while he took his time with using his fingers to play with you, making you watch as he would edge you many times, smirking when you’d get to the point of tears, trembling helplessly as he pushed a single finger in, pulling it back out as it instantly made you tremble and shake all over. he loved when you got like this. ‘ah ah. after what you did, you think i’m gonna let you cum?’ he’d chuckle darkly before pulling off his tie, all of his suit still being on, except for his jacket. he would tie your hands above your head, not allowing you to touch him, or yourself. after smiling as the sight before him, how fucked out you look, pussy open and spasming around nothing each time he presses a finger firmly against your clit. he would take it upon himself to vigorously stroke his cock with his tip pressed against you, watch his pre drip down onto your neglected cunt. ‘you love this dont you? being punished.. not letting you cum.. but don’t worry baby, you’ll still get my cum.’ you’d give him a weak smile, dropping your head back against the bed, arms burning from being pinned up. you’d listen to the noises he would make, the little whines, the squelching of him fucking his fist.

you’d feel it as he cums, his thick orgasm spurting out onto your tummy. your eyes lifted to see his head rolling forward, his eyes watching his cock twitch n leak. ‘y-you said i-’ he hushed you with a light slap to your pussy. ‘i can still change my mind.’ but he would ultimately give in and scoop it all up with his fingers and finger fuck it into you 🥺

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Even Demons feel love

A/N: I can't find the request for this one anymore, sorry. This one took on a life of its own, so please let me know what you think

All mistakes are mine and mine alone.

Warnings: Violence, mentions of torture. Death.

Summary: The Reader is a Demon when she meets the boys. But everything goes wrong when Sam finds out that the Reader is one.

Pairings: Kinda Dean/Reader

I quickly stop the demon in front of me from moving before my knife is shoved into its side. I watch the light flicker in its eyes before it goes out, dropping the body to the ground. I move as quietly as possible, killing as many demons as possible. The information I have is that the monster in charge of this group has two Hunters that they plan on killing but not after they torture them first. I might be a demon now, but I wasn't always. I made a deal with a cross-road demon to save someone I loved. I have been told that my contract wasn't like other deals. I never went to Hell and wasn't tortured like others. My soul is black like all demons, but unlike them, I still have my heart, which is something they can never take away from me. And once a hunter, always a hunter, im just a different kind of hunter now. Standing in the doorway of the room where they are holding the two hunters, I lean against the doorframe as the demon gives his evil monolog. I never really understand why they do this. It never ends well for them. "Why do you guys always insist on telling everyone your plan?" I ask the room as I step into it, not wanting to listen anymore to the demon ramble on. Its voice was testing what little patience I had. Nevertheless, it doesn't take me long to deal with the demons in the room. They are rather low-ranking demons and not that smart it's almost too easy to deal with them. I haven't had a decent fight in some time. Everything that I am hunting seems to be getting stupider and stupider. "Hello," I say after the last demon falls; I turn to the two guys tied to chairs. I quickly move to untie them so they can leave now that all the demons are dead. It doesn't take long for me to cut them free. I move to leave the room, wanting to get away from these hunters as fast as I can. "Wait!" I hear him yell behind me as I walk down the hallway. I dont stop walking, pretending that I didn't even hear him. Instead, I start moving faster as I listen to their footsteps behind me. One of them grabs my arm, pulling me to stop walking.

"I'm Sam; this is my brother Dean," Sam tells me as I turn to look at them. I try to keep the shock off my face. I knew I was coming in to help two hunters, but I didn't think it would be the Winchesters. Every demon knows who the Winchester is, and I know that I dont want them to find out that I am also a demon. I dont want to die even as a demon. "Y/N," I tell them, not wanting to be rude. When his hand drops from my arm, I breathe a sigh of relief as they both take a step back from me. "Let us say thanks. Let us get dinner for all of us?" Dean says. "No, thank you. I prefer to be alone." I tell both of them as I take a step back from them. I quickly run from the building and get away from them; I hide in the trees surrounding the building. I can see them looking for me as they come out of the building, but I know that they will not find me, not if I dont want to be found. It doesn't take me long to forget about the interaction with the Winchester and go on with what little of a life I have. I keep hunting and killing every monster I encounter—sitting in a bar after another successful hunt watching all the humans around me. It makes me miss all the things that came with being human. But, when I hear the door open, I watch the people enter the bar. And they are none other than the Winchesters. It doesn't take long for Dean to see me and point me out to Sam. The bar is small, with nowhere to go without them seeing me. I pretend not to see them hoping that they will leave me alone. But when is the universe ever on my side? Finally, they make their way over to me and slide into the seats across from me.

"Hello again," Dean says with a smile on his face. I know they are trying to be kind, but all I can feel is fear. I try to give them a small smile, but it doesn't work from their looks. Looking down at the beer in my hands, I start pulling at the label. "Look, we just want to say thanks for saving our asses a couple of months ago," Dean says, reaching across the table and trying to touch my hand. I move quickly to place both my hands on my lap. "I was just doing my job," I whisper to them, hoping to make myself look smaller and not someone they would want to look into. I want to leave this bar alive without fighting off the Winchesters to survive. But instead, I can see both of them look at me with sad faces. "I'm gonna go," I say to them as I slide out of the booth. Dean grabs my arm as I try to slip by him. "Please don't go." I turn to look at Dean, then down at my arm, where his hand is on me. Looking at their faces, I would have crumbled if I had been human. They both seem to have mastered the puppy eyes, and even as a demon, I can feel myself melt a little. "I- Okay." I retake a seat, facing them. I look at them better than I did when I first met them. They both have kind faces; it makes me miss being human even more. Both of them would have been someone that I would have wanted to be friends with. It doesn't take long for me to fall into an easy conversation with them, forgetting what I am and just feeling kind of human for a moment. By the night's end, I am leaving after giving them both of my numbers in case they need my help. It doesn't take them long after that night to call me, asking me for my help on hunts. Soon after, I traveled with them full time, going from hunt to hunt. Even with my blackened soul, I can't help but start to feel something for Dean. It would have been love if I were still human, but I can no longer feel love. Nothing seems to stay good for me. I was hurt on a hunt; it would have killed me if I had been human. As a demon, it didn't hurt like a bitch, but I pulled the knife out of my side and dropped it to the ground. I didn't know that Sam had been watching me the whole time. "Y/N?" I hear Sam whisper from the doorway. I know my eyes have gone black and show that I am a demon. Sam doesn't take long to get over his shock and move on to me. He moves quicker than I thought he could, throwing some holy water on me, making me scream out in pain as he puts the demon cuffs on me. Hearing me scream, Dean starts running to me, not knowing that Sam is hurting me. Not that I can blame him. "Sam please?" I whisper to him as he holds an angel blade to my neck. It is then that Dean makes his way into the room. "What are you doing!" Dean yells at Sam once he sees what is happening in this room. "She is possessed! I saw her eyes; she screamed when I put holy water on her." Once more, Sam throws more holy water onto me. I can feel my skin start to blister and burn, and I can't stop the whimper that makes its way past my lips. "Please let me explain. It's not…." I try to speak, but Dean cuts me off.

"No, you will get out of her NOW!" Dean yells at me before moving closer to me. Then, he starts to do the exorcism. "No! I don't want to die. Please, Dean, it's me. PLEASE!" They both must hear something in my voice that causes them to stop. "Please. I need your help." As Sam holds the knife to my neck, Dean quickly makes a demon trap before they put me inside of it, so I can't get away. "Explain." It is the only thing that Dean says to me. "It was 1942. My family had been sent to the camps. I managed to get away. But I knew what was coming. I had to save them. A demon was willing to make me deal with me. I saved their lives, but it cost me my soul. They might have my soul, but they dont have my heart. Please, im not evil." "Why should we believe you," Sam asks as he walks around me. "You know me. This whole time I've been a demon. I've never hurt anyone! I've never possessed anyone. This is my body. It always has been. Dean, please. I don't want to die!" "I Believe you," Dean says as he steps into the devil's trap and places his hand against my cheek. I lean into his touch; I can't help it. Dean has always managed to make me feel safe. Sam doesn't know that Dean and I have been seeing each other for months. "We will help you." "Thank you," I whisper to Dean, looking into his eyes. I can't help the tears that start to fall down my face. For the first time, I let them take me to the Bunker; I always managed to give a reason never to go. Of course, this was never how I wanted them to discover that I was a demon, but if anyone could help me, it would be them. I dont know what they have planned for me, but I will do whatever it takes. I want to be me again. It hurts. What they are injecting me with hurts; it feels like lava is being poured into my veins. I can't always help the screams that break past my lips. And whenever it happens, I see Dean flinch as if it is hurting him. "Dean? I'm sorry. I am so sorry!… I-I love you." I whisper at the end; it's the first time I have ever said it to him. It's the first time I am sure of what I am feeling. "Hey. Hey Y/N, you are doing so well. It's almost over." As he says that, Sam pushes another syringe into my neck. The whole time I have been a demon, I have done everything that I could not die, and for the first time, I wish I could die. I must have blacked out from the pain this time; when I open my eyes, I am sitting on Dean's lap. I can see the tears making their way down his face. My hand shakes as I lift my arm, but I manage to wipe the tears from his face. "Dean," I say with a smile on my face.

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dontgofarfromme · 1 year

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Can you recommend any dorym fics? I’m very picky as well

Hey anon! I went through my ao3 bookmarks and tragically have very few, precisely bc I'm so picky :((( These are my favorites of the ones I've read though!

Look Alive, Sunshine by Anonymous

Words: 38k / Completion status: Incomplete, updated 2022/10/04

Clutching his axe tightly, Dorian peeks. There is the hollow, turning around to face the far end of the side yard. There is Orym, in the middle of a pile of dead leaves, trapped between the hollow and the gate. There is the end of his sword, teetering on the edge of the roof. This picture is not a good picture. Orym gets to his feet slowly, as though trying not to spook the hollow into action. Dorian watches his eyes dart between the fence, the wall, the roof, and the gate. No good footholds. Nothing to climb up. Gate wedged closed. He is well and truly stuck. His eyes find Dorian’s, unbelievably calm even in their growing fear. Dorian nods, and holds a finger to his lips.

Zombie apocalypse AU. I recognize that I am starting with like. The least canon-relevant and claiming to be picky about characterization but however!! I think this fic really gets both Dorian and Orym, not to mention the other characters, and is able to translate their specific backgrounds and flaws incredibly well into an extremely disparate setting. Also i love the whole pre-relationship thing where both parties are unsure of where they stand with the other/worry that their feelings aren't reciprocated and try to clamp down on them because of it, and I can never find many fic with them in that stage for this ship, but think this one manages to get a fair amount of that uncertainty into the mix for something that is also caught up in like. Zombies. I found this one quite recently and am just like praying for the next update lol.

better in the morning by a_goblin (ConstantComment)

Words: 5.3k / Completion status: Complete

With Fearne and Orym, it never felt too odd to share a bed, abandoning his genteel comforts to save the coin. In some ways it felt like napping on the sprawled rugs and cushions of the nursery with his brother and cousins long before he knew he was important, or like sleeping back-to-back on the road with Dariax or Opal to keep warm and safe when he knew he was important to his companions. But, there is an important distinction to be made about approaching a bed that a man already lies in. After the explosion at the Moon Tower, old wounds resurface and old patterns change.

Soft shit. Canon-typical bed sharing, post-battle fallout, mild repression, etc. I just want them to sit down and cry a lot and talk about their feelings or whatever and this one goes check check and check on those counts. Also that last sentence of the first paragraph in the summary A+++++.

this drunken semaphore by maybetwice

Words: 2.6k / Completion status: Complete

Drinking games are the natural endpoint for people who are bored and drunk, and that’s just about all this ragtag crew are these days.

Very sweet, I also just love the addition of the rest of the Crown Keepers, this is totally a game they would play. Orym sitting equal parts with remembrance of Will and with growing feelings for Dorian is so good here; it's something that's going to have to be grappled with regardless of the Orym ship and I like the exploration here of where in this particular moment he falls in that process of grieving and moving on.

better hope I dont blink by jadeandquartz

Words: 3.7k / Completion status: Complete

A torch flickers into view. Two, maybe three streets away. Someone has heard. Someone is coming to check. I can’t let them find me. If they find him, he won’t get another chance. If they find him, he’ll never be able to try again. If they find him - I can’t let them find me. His ankle throbs warmly. Dorian grits his teeth, shoves panic down into the deep recesses of his stomach like he’s been doing every day of his life, and rummages through the bag for the kitchen knife. He cuts a strip from the black cloak, ties it awkwardly around his eyes to mask their light. Then, he turns and hobbles towards the nearest patch of shadow. Away from his pursuers. Towards anything else, anywhere else that will take him. I won’t let them find me. *** Or: Four times Dorian Storm wore a mask (and one time where he became Brontë Wyvernwind again in the process)

This one is technically more Dorian than it is dorym but it does have dorym in it and also im fricking obsessed with this portrayal of Dorian's background so it's going in the list. It cuts to the heart of this conflict Dorian has which almost defines his character, where he wants so badly to just be seen and loved as himself but then tends to revert to this old defence mechanism of burying himself under an abrasive but charming mask (literally, in the case of this fic) when shit gets too dicey or too personal, like we saw in EXU and at the ball in cr3. The short bits with Orym are written in this really tender and delicate way, suited to how new and fragile their friendship and Dorian's feelings are.

truth, now spoken by portraitofemmy

Words: 4.1k / Completion status: Complete

He’s not surprised to find Orym sitting awake in the room when he gets back to the Spire By Fire. He’s not surprised, but he’s not exactly happy about it either. Dorian and Orym have a conversation, and end up a little closer for it.

It's a crime that this ship doesn't have more getting-together fics, okay, I live for getting-together fics. This one is very sweet, it lets them talk a little of their personal baggage out with each other which I also always love to watch.

These are my favourites at the moment! If you're looking for more I'd suggest to also go digging through these authors' other fics (I am personally devastated that Look Alive, Sunshine is on anon bc i would kill to read more stuff from this person), most of them have written other good dorym fics as well but these are just the ones I like most and/or the ones i remembered to bookmark!

#critical role #cr3 #dorian storm #orym #dorym #fic rec #ask

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nonsenuser · 9 months

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Zaregoto volume 2 rambles and notes

So I reread Strangulation: Kubishime Romanticist (aka vol 2 Zaregoto) AGAIN and this time I decided to make little notes as a went along. BIG TIME spoiler warning ahead because I just made notes where there was big time foreshadowing, def dont read this if you intend to read Zaregoto yourself

Prologue

“never having loved is the same as never having lived” great quote

Early on in the story ii introduces this idea that him and zerozaki are the same and yet different in ways that cant really be explained.

The idea is they could’ve both turned out to be like the other, say if the circumstances were different and this is what they used to explain their affinity and I guess you could say attraction ;) to each other.

Chapter 1

I will always adore the kimchee scene. Like he wanted to eat tasty food after being in such a crazy scenario the month before and yet all he comes to is ordering kimchee with absolutely no rice.

ii talking about college being a space with curiously friendly people, striking up conversation like you’ve been buddies for life and this is so true, especially true since Mikoko is a humanities person (not to stereotype but I personally find people who study these more sociable and friendly than stem majors). Also we get some acknowledgement of II’s horrible memory

Hilarious that ii orders kimchee again and goes oops and the lunch lady gives him even more than the last time, his poor tongue

Iis loserness is very relatable. He doesn’t dislike boredom and he enjoys doing nothing more than others. Time to contemplate his own life and escape the hustle of life, ii just happens to like doing this more than others what an edge lord (i get him truly)

Miiko describing II’s scowl and saying he always looks like he’s contemplating something. Hard to approach. Also mentions an AT Field so I much appreciate the EVA reference, once again II is relatable as ever.

“lovers and drunks have something in common they shove their happiness in other peoples faces” beautiful. And they were both not around during this time, one gone home already and the others still drinking

Honestly theres something sooooo wow about ii describing his maybe killers appearance in such detail. He doesn’t really do this with any other character in this novel (within the story def not he has met a lot of interesting people. Like aikawa especially).

Once again he describes how different they are and yet it felt like they were looking in a mirror.

“he had my heart and I had his eyes” is such a romantic line for some reason. Even tho it is describing two people that are attacking each other. “we stayed there for as long as 5 hours or maybe 5 seconds” also kind of makes it sound like they’re lost in the moment. Earlier in the story II mentions there is “above all else no romance” which is real interesting that there is emphasis on that specifically despite all this. Their first meeting is so good, especially this stuff. They’re sort of captivated by each other because of how they see the similarities in each other its just so good.

Extra notes:

Mikokos jealousy over Emoto is evident early on with the comment she made about feeling jealous if Ii chan remembered Emoto and not her

Feminist comment is real interesting idk I guess Ii is a gender neutral asshole, not expecting any sort of message like that in this story especially knowing the events that transpire going forward

Chapter 2

Iis rooms is so him. Naked light bulb. His wardrobe not jam packed with options oh what a boring guy

Miiko Asano description is hitting way too close to home for me. 22 years old working various gigs…. Unapproachable at first but pretty cool after oh what a girl I love

Subdued demeanour, default expression being a glare

Hahahaha taking about bringing a guy (Zerozaki) back to his room. Schmoozing with the serial killer everyone is talking about under the schijo bride

Apparently the exact definition of schmoozing is to talk to someone in order to impress or manipulate them which is real interesting

Eight Queens game. Gets harder as you progress and Ii plays it on his own and he can vent his frustration in losing on his own which is so in character for him. It’s also a good metaphor for how the mysteries in Zaregoto play out as a whole so this is super meta.

I forgot how delinquent Muimui was

The conversation with Zerozaki about what a friend is, is one of my favourites

Muimui drunk being like, my brains flipped upside down so my cerebrum and cerebellum are switched which is so real lmfao

Zerozaki and II have yet to talk about Zerozakis motive for killing. Instead talking about ‘stupid irrelevant things’ and saving the best for last

Tomoe has this weird infatuation or fixation I guess with Mikoko like she wishes she was like her. And she shares this with II

Also when the murder happens “it probably wasn’t anything to worry about” would’ve been a dead giveaway if it wasn’t for the phone call that took place later on in the chapter

And of course the last thing II thinks of before going to bed after hanging out with these new friends and bringing Mikoko home is what is Zerozaki doing right now I wonder if he’s killing anybody….

Chapter 3

Mikoko is so obvious about her crush its hilarious, II is just very oblivious (or maybe hes not stupid unreliable narrator)

The interrogation stuff was also really great because its like Ii didn’t even try to be not suspicious but thats just the way he is. And to react to Tomoes death in that way is so bizarre but its very in character considering the first arc

Ii and Zerozaki at karoke is a real joy, I could reread this part of the story an infinite amount of times and never get sick of it.

Some highlights though:

general discussion on what it means to kill

The time that passes, they apparently are in that booth for ~4 hours and theres a period of silence for around 1 (although I think this is just Ii being dramatic), and then they go to Tomoes place. They basically hang out all night

Zerozaki saying “would any girl go that far to learn the address of a random guy? You might not put it past a guy but this is a girl” and then he smiles at Ii.

“I liked her zero and hated her zero” about Mikoko is just a brutal way to express indifference, I love that line

discussion on why people die and mentioning apoptosis? genes? Kind of hilarious

Zerozakis sleeping face (aw) looking like Ii’s huh…

Chapter 4

Miiko buying antiques and just chilling with her part time job, like I said before I am her I wanna be her.

Aikawa just licking and biting Ii’s neck. That should be me tbh.

And Muimuis little convo w Ii in the cafeteria earlier on the in the chapter was good.

I got a little lazy w my annotating but Aikawa jun time is always great and we got that in this chapter

Chapter 5

Mikoko and Ii going shopping is kinda sad when you know what happens next. She couldn’t express her feelings and also ii is a dumbass so he doesn’t even know lmao

“The sick masochist freak and the sick sadistic freak. It’s a match made in freaking heaven” (Aikawa Jun about Ii and Zerozaki)

Ii saying “What a Riot” like Zerozaki does. The foil is foiling (this happens again later with zerozaki saying its all nonsense, the foil is really foiling)

Chapter 6

It really picks up this chapter with Mikoko dying, like thats just crazy.

Also typical of mr unreliable narrator, but you can pinpoint the moment where its like alluding to the fact that he is hiding something (Sasaki says so) and then your like “oh he fucking swallowed the cloth Mikoko used to strangle herself”

Chapter 7

They make Akiharu seem like a real dickhead, maybe he is. Especially the ‘I didn’t believe in boy-friendships’ but even more funny is Ii thinking same-gender friendships weren’t possible either LOL.

“Im used to not being liked. In fact, its being liked thats weird for me” Okay edge lord defective product, (but low-key relatable ish)

Also Akiharu saying it looks like ii could kill someone reaffirms the damn foil with Zerozaki. Beautiful.

I’m like way too lazy to dissect the dream sequence but I appreciate it very much. Its quite good. And its really funny that after he wakes up he’s like aw wtf I got main character syndrome and thought I could dissect her psyche just from a short conversation with her when she was still alive.

More Zerozaki stuff,,, obviously he saves Ii from the Dark Garb situation. Here’s some random lines/moments I like:

“I didn’t even have to wonder wo it was. I knew him as well as myself” (Ii about Zerozaki)

“Hm? Hey dont doze off on me. At least give me your address first” and of course my ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE

“Yo. Morning, sunshine”.

Just the fact that Zerozaki watched over Ii all night is yk great, like im so wow. About that

And then Ii quips like “duh, the killer was Muimui”

Chapter 8

Beginning of the chapter is basically Ii talking about himself and how he thought he could get away with being happy all alone, but he was wrong, and he also calls himself a loser which yeah he is but in the most interesting way

Muimui confrontation… “is your knight in shining armour (Zerozaki) waiting outside?”

Also some appreciation for the toxic Yuri with Muimui and Mikoko!! Three cheers,,, she even says she loves her and she LITERALLY killed FOR her. Crazy stuff I forget how yuri-ful nisioisin shit can get

Muimui: Then kill me now

Ii: Nah die on your own.

(Shady af comebacks)

Cries the final conversation with Zerozaki in this volume… :(

Also ohmygod the whole string of murders is so ridiculous but its my fave like (they way it carried out) ONLY SECOND to the volume 6 murders lmfao

Once again theres emphasis on them talking for 2 hours about random shit before parting ways.

“Zerozaki is there someone you love”

“Hell no man, incidentally I hate myself the most. Or maybe you” Just crazy. Its really nice that in nice moment though ii, admits he does love someone (Kunagisa Tomo) and then we see her next chapter

Extra note and question I still have is did Ii know Mikoko had feelings for him or was he really ignorant up until the end. This guys a fucking liar through and through so idk.

Chapter 9

Okay, so I should probably revisit that last chapter again because it puts the murders into perspective, I guess Ii had an inkling of what happened very early on (like after the first murder) and maybe even knew that Mikoko liked him then but wasn’t 100% sure at that point.

Also really sad that he will forget her, in fact I dont think she comes up again in future volumes even in mention, the only new character we see again later is Zerozaki (and Miiko too).

“I wanted you to save me” What a grim suicide note. And Ii probably doesn’t even care or want to remember (and cant remember)

In a way I guess him and Kunagisa are very fitting for each other I mean he calls himself a defective product anyways. They’re both fit for each other and that is clear in not only this part but in future Zaregoto volumes too.

Final Thoughts

This reread was great and I noticed things I didn’t before. What makes this volume really great in my opinion is Ii's relationship with Zerozaki, and after that I would say the string of murders themselves while these are great it is unfortunate that we never see most of these characters again. however that does make this volume a great one to read on its own (which I have done several times already). I guess the x/y thing never meant anything in the first place? like a side of fries as Ii said, which I was initially upset about but I guess its kinda smart it like big time threw me off too.

#zaregoto #zerozaki hitoshiki #hitoshiki zerozaki #kubishime romanticist #nonsense user

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seldomscilence16 · 2 years

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Whumptober day 23: At the End of Their Rope

Fandom: FullMetal Alchemist Brotherhood

Prompts;

Forced to kneel

Tied to a table

"Hold them down."

It was such a tossup of which fandom to do, and I feel bad all my fandoms are basically children… :| so another AU with children in danger.

Being a son of Hohenheim was not what everyone cracked it up to be. Being a son of Elric though had been nice, for the short time he was allowed. He hoped Alphonse liked being apart of the Curtis family, he thought the teacher was crazy sure, but she knew her stuff. They'd look after Al, and keep him safe, like Hohenheim couldnt, like Ed couldnt.

It was all better this way. Ed could fufill his promise to his mom by protecting Al, the only way he could, and Ed wouldnt follow in his fa- Hohenheim's- footsteps. He… probably wouldn't follow in anyones. But Al, and Winry and Granny Pinako were safe. And thats all that mattered.

…

"So this is Hohenheims offspring. How… disappointing. You're much smaller than I expected."

"Im not small! I'm still growing." Ed growls, hes already screwed he decides, no point acting different.

The man chuckles, leaning forward, light finally falling on his scarred face. Red eyes gleam, boaring into his own, a too wide smile just a touch too sharp.

"Your father is a pain in my side, just as im sure you will be." He turns to the guards, "take the sacrifice to the Priest, Im sure the doctor can fix anything he does." He leans back again, "but do ensure he stay alive. I do need him, for now."

"Yes Father."

The six year old scowls to hide his fear, reminding himself who this was for. His teacher had stopped him from doing something stupid, something that could have hurt his brother, he deserved this. Equivalant exchange.

…

"Kneel."

"I dont believe in god."

"A non believer. Matters not, kneel."

Ed glares, hands tied in front of him, tired of people expecting him to comply like some dog. The priest makes a small motion with his fingers, and two men come forward, placing a hand on either shoulder and shoving, hard. A bit excessive for a child, and hurts too, but Ed kept up his glare, gritting his teeth around his grunt of pain.

"You'll do as I say around here, and eventually you'll see the miracles and believe."

"Its not miracles. To get something you have to give something of equal value, thats how the world works."

The mans serene face turns into a sneer,

"I see you'll take some time. We'll get there. The King Father has given me this task, and I will fufill it."

"Your king wont last long. Someone will stop him someday."

Eds across the room before he registers whats happening, gasping for breath as pain blooms. This man was no priest, no miracle worker. He had a philosophers stone or something, like those weird people mentioned, like that one book he saw Hohenheim reading once a long time ago. This 'Father' guy was just another power hungry king, and his followers were crazy enough to follow. Whatever their plan was, whatever they wanted to sacrifice him for, it was something stupid hes sure. But he'll learn more, people say all kinds of things around kids.

…

Ed is seven now. Winry the same. Al will turn six soon. Stares blankly at the dead birds around him, hoping Al and Win were having a better time at life than he was. The door to his cage opens, and the muscle grabs his arm to no doubt drag him before the priest once more.

Its been awhile since they'd talked face to face. Ed had been forced to watch him perform all his 'miracles', the results of them- and his practice runs- ending up in Eds cage as punishment of some kind. Probably for the smell, or an example of what happens to 'nonbelievers'.

But the real punishment is the knowledge that a philosophers stone can not really bring back the dead, not for long at least. Just like tabboo alchemy, the results are never what you want. His mother was gone, those birds were gone, gone is gone.

Once more hes forced to his knees.

"So, youve witnessed my recent miracle. Are you a believer yet?"

"His sister is dead, you should stop lying to him. What are you gonna do when he asks to really see her?"

Something visible snaps in the priests expression. After a year, Ed has finally broke the man. 'Father' wouldnt be pleased hes sure. Cornello rises to his feet, the muscle move back to guard the doors, and Ed watches the man carefully.

"Why are you so stubborn?" He growls the words, and raises his hand. The ring glows the same red as 'Fathers' eyes, and between the time he blinks and opens his eyes, hes met with a new kind of pain.

Through his shoulder and the middle of his thigh, are axe like blades, Cornello is in front of him, looming and applying more and more pressure.

"I am in charge here, I am a God! I will not have some child ruining that."

Ed screams, as layer after layer is cut through, and blood pools. He screams until the world is nothing more and pain consumes.

…

"Hold him down! Hes losing too much blood!"

A faceless face. A too wide mouth. An arm and a leg.

"I said hold him down! Not injure him further! He needs him alive!"

What was truth but a sense of wrong? Of knowing and knowing more.

"Shit kid, just keep breathing. Keep breathing!"

Ed knows.

…

Ed stares blankly at the wall before him. Hed done his training for the day, hes gotten his punishment to keep him under control, and eventually he'll know if they remembered he needs food today.

Hes 11 now. Als finally reached the double digits…

Five years, since hes seen his brother. Five years with these assholes.

Hes learned a good amount, far more than he should know for sure. More than they think he knows.

"We've got a treat for you today Edward."

He doubts it.

They escort him from his cage, his crutch allowed to him for the walk. He'd hoped for some bread, but maybe after. The table in the center of the room with rope on it, tells him he wont be getting it.

"Tie him down tight. This will be painful." 'Father' comments idly.

Ed had stopped in the doorway, shoved forward now only just able to catch himself. He could fight, he even knew the basic gist of killing these weirdos, but all of them and 'Father'? Ed didnt stand a chance, and they knew it.

He barely twitches before one of Lusts stabby fingers shoots through his crutch, splintering it and rendering his plan of a transmutation circle moot.

"Now now Edward, I'm giving you the chance to be more than a sacrifice, dont you want that?"

"I want an arrow through your head." He spits, balancing carefully on one leg.

"Ungrateful as always. Oh well, lets try it anyway."

The struggles in vain, landing harshly on the table and tied down with rope biting into his skin with how tightly its bound. He struggles then too, blood blooming in little drops but no give coming from the ropes.

"Just think Edward, you may be apart of our family soon."

He didnt need another one.

He wanted the one hed lost.

The one hed left behind.

He wanted to go home!

…

Mustang signals to his people, and they move as one, into the building- he would not call it a castle. This was as good a seige as any, the guards outside had been easily disposed of, much like himself- they didnt like water. Suits of armor falling without life quickly.

Inside they see the evidence of sins commited, sins Marco had told them of. Marco, who had come to Mustang with grave information. Of tortured children, and experiments with life and death, of a plan to burn the people of this land to give ultimate power to a being- term said generously.

Now after some time of planning and taking down one after another of corrupt individuals, they finally came to cut off the head.

…

Ed has tears in his eyes as 'Father' approaches with a vial of red liquid- though Ed knows its a stone, full of souls taken for someone elses gain. The cut on his face he'd gained in training tingles as if it knows whats to come. Just as he begins to tip the glass, the door burst inwards with a wall of heat.

He barely makes out the crest of Amestrian army through the blaze and his own watery eyes.

The fighting that breaks out is chaos, and Ed is left on the table, struggling to free himself while the fighting unfolds.

"Shit, they dont die!" Someone growls near him, he cant see them at his angle, but he can offer help.

"The stones! Wear out the stones and they die!" He says quickly.

A face comes into view, glasses and black hair and stubble on his face. He pulls a knife and Ed flinches, closing his eyes tightly,

"Its alright kid, we'll get you out of here. Whatd you say about stones?"

The ropes fall loose and the man helps him sit up,

"Theyre homunculus, theyre made from philosophers stones, burn them over and over, make them over use their regeneration, they'll die."

"Alright kid, sounds like we got a plan now."

…

Edward stares at the town before him, mostly unchanged, but so different at the same time. Behind him, the others let him take it in, forming a wall to cover his back but pretending like their not.

"They really want to see me?" He asks, quietly and oh so timid, nothing like what they had grown used to.

"They've been looking for you since you disappeared, they were estatic when we sent word." Hawkeye states.

"But im not the same."

"Neither are they. Its a new start for all of you. With a foundation to start you off." Hughes says with a smile.

"Come of kid. Before they hunt us down for taking too long." Mustang says, but doesnt usher or lead or push Ed.

They all let Ed take the first move. His first step into his new life. His new freedom.

#hold them down #whumptober2022 #no.23 #forced to kneel #tied to a table #Fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fic #angst #torture #blood #child abuse #fighting #au #not really mentioned but basically ren times #maes hughes lives #edward angst #happy ending

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hiiiiiiiiiii what's your top 5 bats. bats of all time

OKAY YAY TOP FIVE JAMIE FAV BATS TIME. in no particular order

1. egyptian fruit bat (Rousettus aegyptiacus) CUTE TINY BABIES. all they think about is b cute and eat fruit 🥭 they help mango farmers by only eating mangos that ripen early or that are missed by farmers. By doing this they prevent the fruits from molding and attracting fruit flies :))) OOH and also they are in the only genus of flying foxes with echolocation. they echolocate by clicking their tongue or with sounds made by their wings!!!

2. VAMPIRE BATS. this is three seperate species/genera but AGHHH I LOVE THEM. Hairy legged vampire bat (Diphylla ecudata) is my fav bcs of his big eyes 🥺 <— him

anyways THEY R SO COOL. they form lifelong bonds w/ each other and share food by regurgitating blood ☺️☺️☺️ they also adopt orphans. Their saliva is 20x more effective then any man-made anticlotting agents and is being studied to make medicines for people with strokes and such :D ALSO THEYRE THE ONLY BATS THAT CAN WALK!!! theyre fast enough to run on a treadmill!!!! Im so proud of them!!!!they dont have enamel on their front fangs, which keeps them sharp all the time and they r the only mammal that lives entirely off blood. its theorized they evolved from insectivorous bats that ate bugs off the wounds off of other animals :)

3. PALLID BATS (PALLIDUS ANTROZOUS) ever been stung by a scorpion? i havent, but i bet it would hurt like shit. luckily, pallid bats are IMMUNE to scorpion and centipede stings. that is so cool. they are also super good pollinators!!! most nectar bats have really long snouts 2 hold their long tongues but pallid bat doesnt! so they just shove their faces in the flower and get pollen. everywhere. also… they have….. TWINS!!! TWO BABY BATS

4. brazilian free tailed bat (Tadarida brasiliensis) these guys are everything. fastest bats, fastest mammals, fastest flying animal powered by their own flight (almost 100 mph!!!!) they smell like corn tortillas because they emit an aromatic chemical compound called 2-aminoacetophenone.

They have the biggest urban colony (1.5 million bats under congress avenue bridge) and biggest colony IN THE WORLD (20 million bats in bracken cave), both located in texas. the floor of bracken cave is covered in 70 feet of guano. the dermestid beetles in the cave ingest the guano and produce even more ammonia fumes that will make you pass out if you dont wear proper protection. people used to mine guano in the caves with nothing but a bandana.

its a nursery colony, so around 10 million females come during the summer and the size doubles to 20 million when the pups are born. 500 babies or 300 adults fit in 1 square foot.sometimes the babies fall and the dermestid beetles eat them to a skeleton within hours. The bats emerge from the cave in three seperate emergences in a spiral called a "bat-nado" which helps them gain momentum. Their wings are long and thin and their tail is too, it helps them with fast, direct, flight.

5. spectral bat (Vampyrum spectrum) super epic. The largest bat in Yangochiropteria. They use both echolocation and sight to hunt and they can pounce like cats >:3€ they eat rodents, birds, insects, and OTHER BATS HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHQHQHA they also form cute little families 🥰🥰🥰 oh also goth from silverwing is a spectral bat!!! honestly it was such a missed opprotunity not to make him look more like a spectral bat in the show?????? it wouldve been way cooler and menacing then his actual design lol

honorable mentions: wrinkle faced bat (Centurio senex) heart nosed bat (Cardioderma cor) little brown bat (Myotis lucifugus) large flying fox (Pteropus vampyrus), new zealand lesser short tailed bat (Mystacina tuberculata)

#bats #zin speaks

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im not really into ff14 so maybe this is a weird question to ask but i saw people on twitter posting alternate designs of their characters and your post about aias-ajax/asha-moros finally made it click what they meant by “azem”. so do moros and ajax have different designs or do they look the same? im not quite clear on the rules but alt versions of your ocs always go so hard id love to see!

gomen gomen this was sent to me sometime around when I originally posted the Ajax/Moros stuff but I……. wanted the spirit of art to take me and guide my hand so I might have had actual visuals but Alas

Hmmmm for Ajax, he ends up being a similar size…… by Ancient standards, to Aias. I HOPE THIS ISNT LIKE CONDESCENDING OR WHATEVER BUT SINCE YOU MENTIONED YOU DONT XIV I MIGHT OVEREXPLAIN STUFF…….

But since the different races didn’t exist yet in the unsundered world, I think he still has Aias’ general face shape but, ahem, peeled. De-scaled. De-lizarded. Still has red hair bc I think having shades of red is just…… an Ajax shard trait, but obvs has a more human skin tone and is therefore not purple. Eyes are gold though I’ve yet to decide if I wanna slightly alter the shade since Emet-Selch has those glowing gold eyes

Moros is actually way easier to explain LOL I have suchhhhh a distinct image in my mind of him. So, firstly, he’s basically got the same hair as bunny!Asha - slicked back with the widow’s peak - but looooooooong. Like Heian beauty long. Same aquiline nose shape as bun!Asha, and same pretty pretty perfect mouth. Though his eyes are probably more sharp, his brow more defined, similar to lizard!Asha (fun fact - did you know the wing and shading of bunny!Asha’s eyeshadow is actually supposed to mimic the brow line/shadow lizard!Asha had?). His eyes def got the oji-san anime lines around them but in general he’s the prettiest 50 y. o. man you’ll ever meet is the vibe

I think Moros’ most striking feature, though, and why lifting his mask just enough to flash an (1) eye is good enough identification in places like Elpis is because he has pitch black eyes uncharacteristic of Ancients. And because they’re pitch black, they obviously don’t glow, but to keep the Ancient glow on black eyes, his eyes actually absorb light and reflect it back “glowing” (& also concentrated). So, for example, if he were to look directly up at fireworks, I imagine his eyes would look like a black opal!

that’s, of course, in an extreme case with many different colored lights. And I don’t think light that’s too far off/dim could have the same effect - stars, for example, wouldn’t be reflected in his eyes

And even though I’ve gone into great detail about his eyes and his pretty pretty long hair it all amounts to nothing because he keeps his mask on at all times (even at home with Ajax!) and the hood of his robes pulled up with his hair shoved into them. No one gets a look at anything except his pretty mouth.

#Ajax has 3 distinct stylings over the course of his life #he goes from shy and quiet student who looks like he’s trying to hide from the world #to adoring disciple who is unintentionally or not making styling decisions to match his shishou #and then ‘growing into himself’ which has elements of his first look but not hiding anymore with a touch of Moros influence #what do I tag this as aaaaaaaaaaaa #I’ll come back to the tags

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A Game

Summary: Tony suggests a game that you, the unfortunate intern, get dragged right into the center of: who can make a woman cum the fastest?

Pairings: all dark!: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader, Thor x Reader, Sam Wilson x Reader, Tony x Reader, implied natasha x reader

Warnings: DUB-CON/NON-CON (oral: f-receiving, fingering, tiny smidge of analplay) VOYEURISM/EXHIBITIONISM, BLACKMAILING, OVERSTIMULATION. The characters in this story are NOT good people. After reading the warnings, your media consumption is your own responsibility!

As Stark’s party mellowed down and all the guests left, you, the unfortunate intern, were called over to the small group of five Avengers seated in a section of couches.

“Y/n, come!” Thor’s voice boomed.

“Y/n, come!” Sam mimicked, deepening his voice to make fun of Thor’s.

You approached them as the men snickered at Sam’s joke.

“What can I do for you?” you ask, a fake smile plastered on your face.

Stark cleared his throat and raised a brow at you; a silent command.

“What can I do for you, sir?”

“A round of drinks please, and add this to Sir Barnes, Sir Rogers, and I’s drinks.” Thor handed you the flask of his Asgardian liquor and you accepted it, hiding the slight nervous tremble of your hands.

“Of course, sir.”

“Someone’s been learning their manners,” Steve taunted, and it took all your restraint to not snarl at him.

“Easy there, Rogers,” Stark interjected, noticing how your fingers clenched Thor’s flask tighter. “Pretty sure Barnes fucked the brat outta her couple days ago when he came back from that shitshow of mission in Bosnia. Got a lot of pent up rage there, Buck?”

“Mission just put me in a bad mood,” Bucky shrugged. “Either way, I don’t think I fucked all the brat outta her. Got anything left for me, doll?”

“I have nothing for you, you self-righteous, ignorant prick,” you spat venomously.

“There she is. I always love a challenge.” Bucky smirked at how your knuckles were turning white around the flask. “Now didn’t Thor ask you to go fetch us some drinks?”

You huffed, opting to bite your tongue rather than lashing out, and spun on your heel toward the minibar.

Three-months ago, you would never have imagined your internship interview at S.H.I.E.L.D to bring you here. Your interview had been conducted by Captain America himself, and just as things began to look promising, it was interrupted by a sharp knock from Tony Stark. Tony had brought Steve into the hall, leaving the door to the conference room open, and you could only sneak glances through the window of the room, hearing Steve whisper about how it was “a question of morality” while they both kept looking back at you.

You got the position, and the next day, Tony sat you down and gave you an offer.

The Avengers needed to be ‘taken care of’, as he put it, and you being a ‘stress-reliever’ would boost morale around the team. Most of the them never had time for the outside world (apparently saving the world was a big commitment?) and were rarely ever able to make lasting relationships. You could accept the position, be compensated monthy, and get to live in the compound, or you could decline, and walk away with your mouth sealed by the confidentiality contract you signed before the interview. Something about S.H.I.E.L.D. work being linked to a lot of top secret information, meaning you weren’t allowed to speak any details of the job to outside parties unless you wanted to get sued for every penny you were worth.

You had been on the cusp of taking the second option before Tony mentioned your sister’s job as S.H.I.E.L.D. as an agent. She was half the reason you’d interviewed for an internship. A couple words from Tony about her possibly falling into a fatal accident on a mission, and you took the position offer in a heartbeat.

You almost overfilled the glass while getting lost in your train of thought. Setting down the bottle of expensive whiskey, you placed the last glass next to the others on the silver tray, and picked it up, gracefully yet begrudgingly making your way back to the small gathering.

“Y/n, finally. We were just talking about who here can make a woman cum the fastest.”

The complete utter bluntness of Tony’s words caught you entirely off guard, and you tripped over your own feet, stumbling in your high heels to keep the tray of drinks from falling before Sam reached an arm out to catch the tray and another arm to hold your hip and steady you.

You ripped yourself from Sam’s touch without acknowledging or thanking him, to disturbed by Tony’s previous words to do so. You began passing out the glasses of dark liquid. “And you’re telling me this why?” Your voice was flat in hopes of showing Tony you were completely disinterested in any plans he might have.

“Why, we need your aid, Lady Y/n,” Thor answered a little too cheerfully for your taste.

“I won’t be partaking in your little immature competition of toxic masculinity.” You crossed your arms and continued. “It makes it seem that women are nothing but prizes. Games to be played by boys as they fight over the highscore. Toys.”

“Aren’t they?” Steve cocked his head, eyes glimmering with amusement while a smirk painted his face. The rest of the men chuckled at his reply.

“I think HR would be shocked to hear that Captain America is being a sexist dick to a woman in the workplace,” you bit back, but your threat was weak and they all knew it.

“I think HR would be to busy writing a condolence letter to your sisters family if, let’s say, on her mission with Sam tomorrow in Russia, a stray bullet hit her,” Steve replied. A quick reminder at the stakes.

Sam clicked his tongue and shook his head in mock sympathy. “Those darn Russians and their careless aim.”

He abruptly pushed himself off the couch and clapped his hands together. “I wanna go first,” he declared.

“Just remember, you can’t use your dick,” Tony added. “Some of us don’t have super soldier serum enhanced fuckwands.”

“Please never, ever say fuckwand again,” Bucky said, scrunching up his nose. “Besides, the hydra serum didn’t do anything down there.” He waggled his eyebrows while elbowing his enhanced counterpart. “Don’t think I could say the same for this punk here though.”

Steve muttered a ‘shut up’ while the group snickered.

All while they compared sizes like a bunch of teenagers, Sam manhandled you onto the coffee table in the center of the couches. You let out a grunt as you were shoved onto your front, stomach pressed into the tabletop while your pelvis was slammed into the edge.

Sam kneeled behind you and brought up two fingers to your mouth.

“Get ‘em nice and wet for me, baby.”

The men around you went quiet, entranced as you reluctantly took Sam’s fingers into your mouth, sucking on them and swirling your tongue around them.

When Sam finally pulled them out, he looked back at Tony.

“You ready?” Sam asked.

Sam hiked the flowy skirt of your dress up your legs causing you to squirm and pathetically thrash; a desperate attempt at putting an abrupt stop to this stupid game.

“You’re on the clock.”

At Tony’s words, Sam immediately stopped your desperate attempt at worming away from him by catching you by the back of your neck and slamming you back down hard on the coffee table. Much to your disdain, the rough treatment made you wet, and that was the last thing you wanted them to see.

But when Sam pulled your lacy panties down, you could tell it was the first thing he noticed.

“Fuck babygirl, I didn’t need you lubing up my fingers, you’re already drenched,” he noted.

You let out a soft moan as Sam worked two calloused fingers into your pussy. Although they’re thick and long, they were nowhere near the size of his dick and you silently thanked whatever was out there that he wasn’t splitting you in half with it at the moment. Sam released the grip on your neck, moving to settle the hand on your ass before giving it a light squeeze and a slap that elicited another moan from you. While Sam slowly began moving his fingers- twisting, curling, and pumping them- he leaned over you, caging your body under his broad chest, to speak dirty words into your ear.

“Baby, you’re so wet right now, I think you like having them watch you.” Your cheeks burned in shame while he picked up the pace. “You want them to see how well-behaved you are for me? Want them to see how you come on my hand like a good little slut?” he cooed.

Slow pumps now turned to quick thrusts from his skilled fingers and Sam groaned as you fluttered around him.

“That’s it. You’re taking me perfectly.”

Twisting his wrist so his thumb could also strum your clit, Sam was moving so fast you’d easily mistake him for a superhuman.

“Yes, Sam, please,” you cried out, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Uh-uh, babygirl. Wrong word,” he scolded, although his pace never slowed as his fingers brutally fucked into you.

“Daddy!” you screamed. “I’m cumming!”

You chanted those words, cunt clamping down on his merciless fingers. He gave you no reprieve, mercilessly thrusting into you, until you squirted, your release coating his hand and dripping down his forearm. Only when you were almost crying, did he finally remove his hand from your abused cunt.

“Now that-,” Sam stated, grinning while he stood. “-is how you make a girl come.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever Birdbrain.” You don’t have any strength to look at Tony as he speaks. “Give her a couple minutes before whoever’s next.”

Whatever the conversation was between them (you couldn’t hear it over the buzzing in your brain), it was much too short to your liking. The few minutes Tony gave you only felt like a few seconds before Bucky was getting up.

“Guess I’ll take a crack at it,” he announced, rolling his head from side to side.

“No one says “take a crack at it” anymore, old man.”

“Keep talking when your in last place, Sam,” Bucky quipped, however, his tone was still light.

You felt a metal hand on your hip before you were rolled over onto your back, now facing Bucky while your eyes pleaded with him.

“Please dont,” you croaked.

Bucky just scoffed, kneeling down between your legs and wrapping both arms around your thighs as he pulled you closer.

“Tony?” His hot breath fanned your pussy as he spoke and you inhaled sharply at the feeling.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Stark said.

Bucky wasted no time the moment the words left Tony’s mouth. He started by licking up from your hole to clit over and over, the lazy stripes already driving you wild. Letting go of one of your thighs to bring his flesh hand to your pussy, he pulled the hood of your clit back, pausing his licking to blow on your engorged bud.

“Such a pretty pussy, doll,” he murmured before turning his head around and speaking louder. “You guys seeing this?”

He moved his head out of the way to showcase your glistening folds. A couple groans from the men on the couches had you trying to close your legs, but Bucky’s grip was like steel (especially considering his hand was metal).

“Wasting time Buck,” Steve commented and Bucky just rolled his eyes.

“I’m pretty sure I can still beat Sam and have time left over,” he scoffed.

Bucky directed his attention back to your folds, this time, diving in right away. He still had the hood of your clit pulled back as he encased the bud with his lips causing you to writhe at the intense sensation. And yet, you were held down with practically no effort as he methodically played with you. Each time he groaned against you, you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, and by the time he started sucking on your clit, you were wrecked. Your hand found home in his brown locks of hair while he quickly moved his tongue back and forward on your sensitive nub that was trapped in the vacuum of his mouth. The coil inside you wound tighter and tighter, and suddenly, while Bucky began shaking his head from side to side, it snapped. Your clit pulsed rapidly while encased in his hot mouth, and you screamed, legs locking around his head while your hand held his head in place. He worked you while you rode out your orgasm on his face until you could barely move.

Bucky got up from his knees, grinning down at you, so weak, you couldn’t muster it in you to glare back.

“Now I think I really fucked the brat out of you,” he said. “What was that?” He cupped his ear. “Did I hear a thank you sir?”

“Thank you, sir,” you whimpered weakly.

You were so fucked out, all the next events were but a blur.

Thor had feasted between your thighs the same as Bucky but was more sloppy, although, your body seemed to love ‘sloppy’. His tongue was constantly lashing and worming around your clit, the wet muscle accompanied by lewd slurping sounds, and in record time, Thor’s suckling and licking had you tensing and building up so much that your orgasm felt like a waterfall crashing over your body.

Steve was just as methodical and precise as Bucky, also pumping his fingers slowly in and out of your pussy. He was sweetly slow, dragging out your pleasure to the point where you were begging him to come. His warm tongue dragged across your sensitive cunt, while another hand reached up to grab a breast and pinch a nipple. You felt like your body was on fire. It wasn’t until Steve had inserted a thumb into your ass that he finally allowed your body sweet sweet release.

Your head span as finally collapsing on Tony’s floor, listening to the muffled voices above you.

You didn’t even register Stark’s words as he announced Thor had won and Steve had come in last. You barely even heard Steve’s defense that he was just enjoying himself too much in the moment.

Although ten-minutes later you had a somewhat sense of clarity, after hearing their conversation, you wished you were just unconscious. Even better, dead.

“I’m tellin’ you man, I made her squirt. She definitely came the hardest with me.” Sam’s voice rang.

“Dude- she was literally grinding against my face and holding me in a headlock with her legs,” Bucky argued.

“I literally made the brat beg to cum,” Steve inserted.

“I’d say that by bringing her to release the fastest, it was most intense with me,” Thor declared, victoriously.

You were on the brink of tears as they talked about you. Until another voice cut into the room. A female voice.

“What do you boys think you’re doing?”

It was Natasha. Your head jolted up as you felt a glimmer of hope surge through you.

That glimmer of hope was quickly extinguished at her next words.

“Not inviting me to the boy’s party?” she scolded. “You think a girl might beat you by a landslide?”

Nat squatted down next to you, running a soft hand on your cheek.

“Well you’re right. I’ll beat Thor’s record and cut it in half.”

She began unbuttoning her pants.

“And I’ll do it while riding her face.”

#sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #thor x reader #steve rogers x reader #dark!sam wilson #dark!steve rogers #dark!bucky x reader #dark!tony stark #dark!natasha x reader #dark!sam wilson x reader #dark!thor #dark!steve smut

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bunny-rambles · 2 years

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MODERN AU!! Going to a christmas party w Xiao,Scaramouche and Gorou. and theres a mistletoe and you dont really expect to get kissed AND THEN YOU DO.

and the crowd goes wild lol

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Notes: Hi anon! Okay, I’ll be real, I don’t know much about Gorou. I’m going to play his hang out event over the weekend to get a hold of his characterisation so hopefully it won’t be long for me to get a feeling for him? So basically, I cut him out of this, so it’s just Scara and Xiao! Hope that’s alright? If it isn’t, I’ll do a stand alone with Gorou a little later, just let me know. Also, the format is a little different as I’m not happy with my previous one so,,, yeah.

Btw, this one's kind of a long one.

Tw/Cw: the word ‘beautiful’ is used to describe the reader, but it’s still gender neutral. Alcohol is mentioned, being intoxicated, mentions of throwing up, very light cursing. (Scara’s gets quite spicy…)

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“Mistletoe.”

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XIAO:

Neither of you wanted to be there. You had been dragged there by your friends, and unfortunately, Xiao had been too. You weren’t the only ‘prisoners’ there, however. There were plenty of people on the sidelines, quietly talking to people they already knew, doing whatever it took to stay hidden in the shadows. You wished you were with them. Instead, here you were, being shoved under a mistletoe which was probably plastic, does that make it not count?, right in front of the one person you’ve been avoiding since arriving here. Not because you didn’t like him, oh no, quite the opposite actually. You liked him a little too much. So much so that any time the two of you would be around one another, you could barely manage to spit out a sentence. And If you did manage to get a few words out, they were usually hushed, therefore not heard. You thought the man hated you.

Oh how wrong you were.

Xiao always thought you hated him. Every time he walked into a room, you would stand up and leave. If he looked at you, your eyes would shift awkwardly away from him. He mistook that look for disgust, like you couldn’t bare to look at him. He couldn’t recall anything he’d done to you… Was it the one time he asked to borrow a pen? Had he offended you in some way? Whenever he tried to talk to you, you had always made some half baked excuse that you needed to go, or you needed to do something. You must’ve hated him. There was no other explanation for your hastiness and the multitude of times you ran away from him. He knew he could look mean or scary, but to this extent? To the point where he had you that frightened you were running away from him? It affected him, too much more than he’d like to admit. Especially when his feelings for you weren’t negative.

So what was he supposed to do now? With this person who seemingly despised him for no reason, being cheered on to kiss them? You hadn’t moved yet, and for once you were looking at him. Wide eyed and red faced, lips parted in surprise. You looked… Well, you looked beautiful. The crowd had begun to blur around you, surrounding you in a heavenly glow. He had always thought you were attractive, but /now/… There were no words to describe it. Perhaps it was the small amount of alcohol in his system, or just the way you were looking at him, begging him to do something, anything, to end this embarrassment. His hand wrapped around your wrist carefully, pulling you towards him.

His lips locked with yours, and for a moment, there was silence throughout the rambunctious crowd. For now, it was just you and Xiao, joined together. A brief few seconds of peace, before all hell broke loose.

Once he pulled away, the grip from your wrist was gone and he had disappeared back into the crowd that were cheering you both on. You never expected him to be so… Gentle. You touched your lips. You couldn’t help but smile. Maybe you two being there together wasn’t such a bad thing, after all.

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SCARAMOUCHE:

You and Scaramouche had a rather… Complicated relationship. You weren’t friends, but you didn’t completely despise each other. You both quietly admired each other, but never voiced your praises out loud. And yet, you felt like you had to one-up each other in whatever you both did, as you both worked in the same unit. It felt more like a competitive, frenemies type of friendship, if you could even call it that. This was supposed to be a business get-together, and for the majority of the people there, it was a pretty relaxed atmosphere. And then there was Childe. Ah yes, your best friend who was currently downing shot after shot after challenging Scara to see who could drink them the fastest.

A quiet sigh left your lips while you watched the chaotic scene unfolding in front of you, a disapproving look on your face. You told Childe not to do it, but did he listen? Of course he didn’t. “Alright, that’s enough… I’m not in the mood to watch you throw up.” Before your red haired friend could even refuse, you had already slung his arm around your shoulder, hoisting him up from the floor after he tried to walk away from the bar and fell hard on his ass.

“Aw, you’re no fun, babe~” He slurred, grabbing your cheek and pinching it playfully.

“Knock it off…” A whine escaped your lips, pushing his hand away. You had completely missed the sharp daggers in the shorter man's eyes, directed at your very drunk friend.

What you didn’t know was Childe wasn’t as drunk as he was portraying. Oh no, his alcohol tolerance was actually incredibly high. And the ginger knew exactly what he was doing. A grin was shot over your shoulder, directed at his previous competitor, but you had missed that as well. You were just focused on making sure this lanky man didn’t accidentally hurt himself. You see, your friend actually knew a lot more about Scara than he let on, and he just so happened to know about his biggest secret.

You. You were that secret. The way he felt about you, to be precise. He knew his affections were one-sided, and it wasn’t like him to ever be ‘affectionate’ or ‘nice’. He was as strict and cold as they come, especially when it came to work. To ever show a softer side of himself would’ve been the death of him. So he kept them to himself. But the look on his face whenever you were around him betrayed him, and it wasn’t long until your friend had caught on. So now it was up to him to get both of your stupid asses together, and what better way to do it than to make the hard faced Scaramouche squirm with jealousy?

“Hey, hey Y/N! Look! A mistletoe! You knows hat that meeaaanss!” His hands were already in your hair, pulling you in close.

“Wh- Childe!” Before you knew it, he had placed a playful peck on your lips, barely last a second before he pulled away. “Eugh… Gross. I can taste the vodka.” A hearty laugh erupted from him as he watched you wipe your mouth with your sleeve.

A scoff. “That’s not a real kiss.”

You both turned around, eyebrows raised.

“Oh yeah? Think you can do better?” Childe challenged, a grin on his face you so desperately wanted to wipe off.

“Don’t listen to him, he’s drunk-“ You tried to diffuse the situation before it turned into something ugly, but it was already too late.

You weren't sure what happened next was even real. Scara had grabbed you by the waist, pulling you away from your smug companion, pulling you flush against his body. “Watch and learn, Ajax.” Those were the only words he spoke before his mouth was devouring you. One of his hands stayed on your waist while the other tangled in your hair, only dragging you in further to his unorthodox embrace. His tongue swept along your bottom lip before slipping it in your mouth, exploring every inch of it. You couldn’t help the small, muffled moan that came from the back of your throat. You two only pulled away when the need for oxygen was too much, heavy breaths escaping both of your open mouths. “If you want more…” A thumb ran across your bottom lip. “You know where to find me.”

He gave your waist a squeeze before letting go, but not before glaring at the shocked ginger. “Hmph.” He huffed, before walking away to some other part of the room. You were speechless. And yet, your feet moved on their own, following the smirking man.

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Extra notes: this took so long to write I’m sorry, I’ve been feeling a little drained. And this was a little different from what I’ve written before. I hope you enjoyed it though!

#genshin x reader #xiao x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #xiao x you #xiao x yn #scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #scaramouche #xiao

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cynettic · 3 years

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Stay with Me pt.3

Summary - You manage to escape from Scaramouche, if only for a moment before you realize there’s no escape. It only takes until you’re sitting back in your regular spot that you know what you need to do.

Pairings - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warnings - Suggestive content, mentions of death, swearing, slight gore / blood

A/N - Its really hard to make this depressing while I’m vibing to Rasputin. Like no joke- I have it on one of the 1 hour playlists :D

Here you’ll find - pt.1 and pt.2

He’d left a key.

Scaramouche didnt make mistakes, not while he had you captive in the vicinity of his bedroom. He didnt have room for mistakes, not when you were watching his every movement while he was in your line of sight.

Sure, he mightve killed a person or two in front of you, but those were necessary mistakes. There was a sign on the door, it specified not to enter. You’d understand that, right?

Thats what he thought at least, lulling himself into belief after belief that you’d be there waiting for him every time. That you’d welcome him with open arms, even if there were chains ensnaring your wrists. That you’d accept your fate at his hands and submit yourself to him.

The Balladeer was a fool.

He’d kept you there for too long, and while you searched for an easy way to escape, time sent your head spinning. Into a spiral that begged only for the wind against your face, back laying on dirt with the familiar chirping up birds waking you up in the morning.

You wanted to go outside.

And when push comes to shove, you had to risk a little more to make it happen. Lure him into bed with kisses while your hands unbuttoned his vest. But what he believed to be alluring contacts was just your way of finding the keys hidden in the back pocket of his shorts.

It wasnt hard to find the one to your cuffs while he was asleep, cuddled in your chest with both arms around your waist as if to get you to stay put. You took the key, hiding them back in his clothing and hoping he didnt notice.

He didnt say anything the next day.

You werent going to wait any longer.

“Oh for fucks sake, why won't the goddamn door open?”

The room was left in tatters behind you, a little gift for Scaramouche once he got back. Turns out a pair of chains can smash up a lot of things, and rage can be used as a great source of strength when contained for such a long time.

But you’d done more than throw the blankets around, cut up the drawers and smash open the windows. Because your fists had bled red when you punched through the glass, puncturing your skin. Your knuckles were an ugly red, bruising already.

Ah, Scaramouche deserved a much better gift.

Gruesome as it was, you rubbed your knuckles against the pale walls. Till the blood stopped coming, till there was a nice little message for the boy which you held so dearly to your heart.

‘Balladeer.’

The first time you’d found out about him being a harbinger he’d told you not to call him by that name. You weren’t someone he associated with by work, you were a treasure to him. That’s why you continued to call him as he pleased, although the temptation always arose.

You were no longer his.

Shoving the door with your hand again, palm fiddling with the handle and groaning when it hardly budged. “Stupid,” you grumbled when the knob began to loosen. Backing up, you charged with your shoulder to the door, full force as the momentum broke the hinges. The door fell down with you along with it.

It was expected, you’d been stuck in the room for a long time, and thats considering you’d sat on the ground for decades. Your body was slight numb, muscles sore and unused for so long.

“You a-arent supposed to leave your room!”

A young man stood in the hallway along with a woman who looked relatively the same age. The two were wearing uniforms, flinching when you stood up from the debris and off the door. “Excuse me?” You asked, voice unnecessarily icy and stern. But you couldnt care less, you were going to get out of this house, damn anyone who stood in your way.

They both continued to shake when you walked towards them, staggering from side to side. The woman stepped up in front of the man, presenting a brave face. “If you leave the mansion, the harbinger will kill us all!”

“Well then I expect you should be on your way then. Actually…” you gestured to the maze of hallways. “You can lead the way.”

“What…?”

Your hand went limp to your side, an exasperated looking momentarily crossing your face before you sighed. “Im not staying trapped in that room, I’m sorry if that ruins your life, but frankly you're not the one stuck in there are you?” You took an extra step just to intimidate them, eyes wide to make the appearance of crazy. “It would be a great help if you showed me where he hid my vision too.”

“We can show you to the door…” The man began, “But the whereabouts of your vision are unknown, he wouldnt tell us something like that.”

A gift bestowed from the gods, a piece to help me thrive with my ambitions and pursue my goals.

Gone.

You really wished you’d taken to clawing out Scaramouche’s face instead, but you’d take what you got. Right now your main priority was getting out of this place, even if it meant leaving a piece of you behind.

“Door.” Your voice was raspy and there was a terrible feeling that crawled up to your throat, but you didnt have time to be emotional. “Show me where the door is… please.”

The conflict in their eyes dissipates by the time they lead you along, mumbling words between themselves. You didnt bother to try eavesdropping, you were so, so tired. You wanted to go home.

Anywhere. Anywhere but here.

It took a few minutes until you were standing in front of a grand door, almost twice the size of you and just as wide. You then began to notice the decorational plants and furniture that filled the empty space, there wasn't an inch of dust. Even though you could tell none of it was used.

“Hurry,” the man warned when you paused. “I dont know when our master is coming back, but if its soon, we’ll all be screwed.”

You couldnt feel your head as you numbly nodded, hand clenching the knob and flinging the set of doors open. “Thank you,” you merely mumbled, taking your first step out of the house in what felt like forever.

The days after that were a blur, the area around Scaramouche’s house were nothing but void. Empty and filled with forests and vast plains. You knew he didnt like people or socializing in general, but to this extent?

Your only option was to run.

Let your feet take you somewhere, anywhere. It was a constant pattern of running and taking breaks, leaning on a tree and gasping in a few breaths before you were again scurrying through the forest.

And yet you felt better than you’d felt in past months that you’d been stuck with Scaramouche.

Food became any boar you came across, the claws you’d spent so long hiding with Scaramouche coming to unleash a wrath beyond your comprehension. Till the animal was cut to shreds and no meat was left even to eat. You’d slaughtered it, without intention to eat or benefit for it, you’d killed it just to kill.

“I’m sorry,” you’d sobbed into the ground where you’d buried the harmless animal. Forehead pressed into the dirt as you pleaded for forgiveness to whatever archons would accept it. You couldn't even remember what archons you were supposed to pray to. “Forgive me- forgive me…”

But eventually you found your way around to somewhere you knew. Territory of Inazuma where you could find your way back, back home.

Where was home?

You’d been on the run from the vision hunt decree, abandoning your post for the Kitsune Saiguu for such a thing. Even now that you could return without a vision and as no threat under the decree…

You’d sacrificed everything for your vision.

Where were you to go now…?

Rain patted down, the trees providing only a slight cover as stray drops fell into your matted dirty hair. You didnt mind, it hid the tears that slid down your lifeless face, feet taking you into the far meadows of your hometown. Till you plopped down underneath a tree, knees curled to your chest and arms hugging them close. You were crying.

You were home.

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“Awh,” a ginger haired murmured, elbow resting on the cool wood of the tabletop. “Is little Mouchie sad? I heard your kitty cat escaped~”

A death wish, even fatui that idly minded themselves around the bar knew it. Sipping cold drinks and swirling their cups, the soft chatter was nothing but a distraction from the main course of events. That being the smaller Harbinger who sat sulking in his seat, hunched over with a drink in hand. He’d drank far more than what was on the counter, but everytime he finished a glass, he’d smash it on the ground, watching the fragile glass shatter into pieces.

“I dont have a cat,'' was his only response, tone daring Childe to pursue further. To give him a reason to start throwing the glass in his face instead.

And Childe was an idiot when it came to challenging someone.

“No cat?” The rest of the drink in the taller harbinger’s glass was gone when he threw his head back. “Hmmm, I cant think of what else could’ve had you so enraptured in returning home then~!”

Scaramouche didnt respond, uneven bangs shadowing the bags under his eyes. “Stronger,” he said instead, elbow on the counter and hand outstretched for something. When there was no movement from the man managing the wine, the harbinger looked up. “I need something stronger to drink,” he repeated, voice seething.

“Of c-course!”

The glass was nestled in Scaramouche’s palm in no time, fingers curling around the circular form to down it in seconds. The drink merely slid down his throat in one movement, alcohol burning his senses. It didn’t matter, he was numbed by the growing rage inside of him.

Finally, he turned to the ginger haired boy, eyes hazily dancing along the counter till it reached his fingertips. Up his hand and along his arm, till Scaramouche was staring right into Childe’s eyes. “They escaped,” he admitted softly. “But it’s alright, because I sent something that’ll bring them back.”

Childe paused, raising his drink up away from his lips to pose a question. Hesitation danced along his features before he brought the glass back, he’d rather not provoke the shorter male any further. Wasn’t like he could interfere anyway.

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“That… that…”

It was preposterous, having returned to that same spot for a day or two and heading back to the hometown you’d once lived in. The one Scaramouche had lived in. There shouldn’t have been an issue, you were solely gathering supplies for the sake of it, ambition driving you to travel far far away.

Out of Inazuma.

It was your new beginning, convincing yourself that you didn't need a vision. Finding some sort of purpose before Scaramouche shattered the vision and your life along with it. You’d seen how people had reacted when it had been ingrained in the statue, neutralized and broken. They lost hope, purpose and aspirations for anything new.

It’s not like the Raiden Shogun took my vision.

But you’d taken that fact for granted, expecting some sort of new start without Scaramouche. A victory, getting away from him just for a split second and getting out of Inazuma altogether, you’d never see him again.

Until you got his message.

“How the hell…” You crushed the note until it was just crumbled paper in your hand, slowly leaning on the stone wall. “Piece of shit… what kind of person even…”

Not only did he manage to find you, but without making his presence known, he’d tugged at your one weakness with an ease that had you down on your knees.

You threw the paper to the ground, deliberate as you stared past the alleyway. Pensive as you considered your options. Damn, what options did you even have? You’d been an idiot to underestimate Scaramouche, he wasn’t a child, you knew that… but archons he seemed like one when he was with you. Shown you a vulnerability he wanted only you to see. But maybe that had been part of his plan all along, until all you believed was his soft demeanor.

He may act like a child, but he’s a harbinger.

You stared down at the crumbled piece of paper in disgust.

Not only that, but he has no regard for human life.

Either way, you’d lived decades more than him. You could face him, you would present yourself to him just as he expected you to. Even when everything in you rejected the idea, sobbed at the thought of returning to that house, those chains. Being locked up and confined only for the purpose of coddling a small boy, a selfish boy, a cruel boy.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

You’d figure out a way, and this time you wouldn’t rule out the option of his death.

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Oh darling Y/n, how have you been?

I hope this letter reaches you rather soon, we both have much to discuss, no? About me, about you, and much more. You see, I’ve taken up quite a distaste to your little friends. Stone statues in Inazuma as small as Kitsunes truly hold no purpose, what will they do, come back to life? Haha, I should think not. I’ve already arranged to have them demolished, who knows what kind of material they might possess. Ah, and of course I’d show you the finishing product, unless you’re willing to come and have a chat with me once more? Under the Sakura tree like we used to, you’ve waited years, I believe you can wait for me?

I hope this letter reaches you in best interests. I’m always looking out for you after all.

Sincerely, your Balladeer

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It was raining.

Beautiful weather as you lay sitting there, feet crossed and tucked in the same you’d often do. After all, there was no need to fear the vision hunt decree or the Raiden Shogun. Let them come, let them take care of you before Scaramouche did.

You werent cold, not when the cold drops dampened your clothing, slipping down the length of your spine and drenching your face. Despite having lived in a luxury residency for such a long time, this was where you were most comfortable, enduring whatever the weather had for you, taking it with a smile. Because you were waiting…

The Kitsune Saiguu was a distant memory.

You were waiting for Scaramouche, the young boy that often bound into the field in lengthy strides, childlike wonder in his eyes. The one who’d cried when the other kids pushed him away, the one that just wanted to be praised. You’d held him in your arms, and now, even knowing the results, you wouldnt have done differently.

He was just a boy.

Just a boy when he joined the fatui, looking for praise that he was given. He created chaos and bellowed orders with a cruelty that was highly looked upon. Told that he was doing well, so he continued to do so.

He’s just a boy.

You wished you’d held him in your arms, if not only for a tad longer. Shield him away from the wrongness of the world, if only for one last time.

Banishing away your hatred for him was hard.

But you found it under the tree, rain soon dimming down to a clouded cold breeze that swept through the meadow. You’d hated him while stuck in the mansion, but you could now see it from a larger point of view. What he did was wrong of course, but you could remember him so vividly now. His small form giggling, tiny arms around your neck.

“Play with me!”

Was it your fault?

For not holding him tighter? For trying to rectify his bad doings and teach him what was wrong and right? Maybe if your grip was firmer, if you’d spoken to him about the warmth he’d given you that day when playing cards...

“Lazy ass.”

Burying down that pile of worry and insecurities, you took a deep breath in to relax. The edge of your lip perked up, only slightly. “Still terrible with your social skills arent you?”

Slowly securing a dry space under the three with you, Scaramouche sat down. His features were the same ones you’d grown accustomed to at his mansion. Rich clothes, sharp eyes, and the baby face that refused to go away. His movements were soft as he pulled out a deck of cards. The two of you didnt speak as he distributed them between you both. It was tense… no, it felt too much like the warmth form long ago to be tense. You only wished the situation to be different.

“I love you.”

But you could only offer a bitter smile to his words. “I love my vision,” you replied. “I love the Kitsune Saiguu, and I love my friends.”

His touch was gentle when his fingers came to gently cradle your cheek. Holding your face dearly as he peered into your eyes, his were soft. Different from the cruelty he held within, the hatred that burned and destruction that seeked to explode.

You saw a little boy.

Your hand came to press his hand further against your cheek, till you slid his palm to your lips. He appeared so calm when you pressed the first kiss, lips tracing the lines along his palm with all the care in the world.

But you needed to change your view, see him as the man he now was. As the man he had become.

“I love you,” he repeated, and you let go of his hand. It fell limp by his side, cards all but forgotten. There was a much more pressing matter at hand, because you truly needed to see him as he was.

It was necessary if you planned to kill him.

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