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sincerelyneo · 27 days

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will you be reposting the jeno fic you had on your old blog? it was my fave 🥺

here it is <3

fireproof | l.jn

“‘cause no body saves me baby the way you do”

💿now playing: fireproof by one direction

❯ summary: Your brother Jaemin loves throwing parties when your parents aren’t home — but you hate it. In an attempt to escape the loud music and sweaty bodies you try and head out. But there’s no way your brother’s best friend, Jeno, is letting you wander around the streets so late.

❯ pairings: jeno x fem!reader

❯ genre: smut, brother’s best friend, college!au

❯ words: 8.4k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, smut, masturbation, minor mentions of drug use, drinking, marking, slight protective brother jaemin, begging, spanking, mentions of marking, unprotected sex (don't do this!), oral sex (m/f receiving), fingering, reader uses she/her pronouns, jeno fucks his best friend’s little sister.

a/n: i changed the title hehehe

This party fucking sucks.

You’re not even drunk. The vodka is watered down, you're sure of it. Your friends ditched you about half an hour ago — disappearing with some of the guys they had been speaking to and seeing.

"Come to the party with us, they said." You mimic to yourself into your plastic cup. "It'll be fun, they said."

You scoff taking another swig but pull your face at the awful taste that lingers in your mouth. There are better things you could be doing on a Saturday night, you think. You’re almost positive you saw a new show released on Netflix today. Or better yet, you could be reading some sort of erotic novel that would spice up your Saturday night more than this shit.

But the thing is, this party is at your own fucking house.

Your brother is throwing it.

Every time your parents go away for one weekend he can’t help but jump at the opportunity to trash the place. You don't see why he can't just have a few of the boys around, have some beers and then call it a night. But no, that isn't exactly Jaemin’s style.

Of course, he has to invite a bunch of random weirdos that seem to be snorting cocaine off of every surface in this house, and smoking whatever kind of weed they could find. And sure, you’re not impartial to a good night but this... this is not your idea of a good night.

At all.

Sighing, you push through the masses of people, seeing the sweaty bodies that are dry humping one another or eating each other's faces off so much you feel like you’re going to throw up at the sight.

Stopping in your tracks, you reach into the back pocket of your denim jeans to pull out your phone, seeing that it is half-past midnight. If you know Jaemin — and you did — this was only the beginning of the night. The party is definitely far from over.

Fuck sake.

You put your phone back in your pocket and continue to manoeuvre around the bodies in the hallway. Your stomach growls and you think about how you're drinking on an empty stomach. The only thing open at this time is a Mcdonald's but you don't necessarily want to be that person that sits in McDonald's by themselves on a Saturday night.

Still, you head for your front door and try your luck at an escape. As you reach your hand out to grab the door handle you smash headfirst into a body. Well to be more specific a chest. A hard chest.

"Ow, fuck!" You lift your hand up, rubbing your forehead.

"Sorry little Na, didn't see you there." You immediately recognise that voice. The deep slowness in which he talks. It’s the only voice that has a straight hotline to your core.

Yeah, you couldn't ever forget that voice.

You stop rubbing your head and slowly look up, following the lines of his muscled chest that you can see through the tight white t-shirt he's wearing with a pair of denim jeans and converse. Yes you had already checked him out tonight, but you’re only human. And when your eyes meet that sharp jawline, hollowed-out cheekbones and those damming brown eyes, you involuntarily clench your thighs together.

You shun yourself because you know you can’t have him. And that’s the reason why you hate him.

He's your brother’s best friend.

Lee fucking Jeno.

The worst man on this planet. for many reasons like for one he’s insanely hot. Like too hot. Who on this planet even needs to be that hot? But to make it worse he knows he's hot. Girls are always flying off his arm fueling his ego. He's also selfish and arrogant.

But the reason you hate him the most, the reason you despise him so much, and avoid him at all costs is because of the burning need — it's past being a want it's a fucking need — to just devour him. Every part of you screams out whenever he is in the same room.

And you hate it.

You have zero control over your words and actions with him — and he knows it with how much you’ve embarrassed yourself in front of him over the years. Your cheeks tend to grow red without your permission, and oh does he love to point that out.

Ever since your brother brought him home in his first year of high school, they have been inseparable — and you’ve been madly in love.

Well, you’re not in love with the boy. You just, you know, want to rip his clothes off. And let him fuck the living daylights out of you.

"Aw, there they are." He distracts you from your thoughts.

His eyes are burning straight through you. As if he can tell what you’re thinking, how you’re feeling. And right now, you have very infuriating dampness in your panties that wasn't there 30 seconds ago.

"Those rosy cheeks, are they for me, little Na?" You swat his hand away as it attempts to reach up to caress your cheek or some stupid shit like that.

"Stop that Jeno!” You snap at him, getting angry is your default with him.

It the perfect remedy to keep him away from you, so you don't do something stupid like fuck your brother’s best friend

“Please just get out my way.”

"Such a pleasant girl, aren't you?" He winks.

He fucking winks, and your pussy screams in delight. If you were any other girl, you’d be swooning right now. You’d be on your knees begging for it.

Well, you won't be on your knees for him.

Ever.

Especially not tonight.

"Just get out of my way, Jeno,” you push him rather hard.

You knew it wouldn't make him budge if he didn't want it too but he dramatically moved out of your way of the door. You yank it open and dart through onto the front lawn. Halfway down the driveway, a sharp tug on your arm spins you around and you’re faced with Jeno... again.

"Fuck sake, what do you want?" You shake your arm out of his grip but he doesn't let go.

You give up, huffing and dropping your shoulders. The two of you are just staring at each other, so much so that you didn't even realise how close you really were. Your chests are almost touching, there is a hair width between you. And due to your height, if you looked forwards you’d be looking at the bottom of his neck, right where you see him gulp before meeting your eyes again. They seem to burn into yours, suddenly growing intense.

He is the first to look away but he doesn't just look away, no. You watch as his eyes flash down to your lips. Your breath hitches, he sees that and when he looks back to your eyes again, he flashes you a knowing smirk.

Motherfucker.

"Come back inside." He says as he throws his head to the side, signalling to your house.

"No," you all but stomp your foot.

"You're such a fucking brat, you know that right?" He growls, closing that gap so that your chests touch. There’s an electricity running through you, begging for him.

"I'm not a fucking brat, I just don't want to be here at this shitty party!”

You don't break his eye contact, chests still touching. He can sure as hell feel each heavy breath you take and probably every beat of your heart that seems to have sped up since he moved closer.

"Just go inside, go to your room, anything. Just don't fucking leave, your brother would have my balls if I let you go out alone this late at night.”

You roll your eyes at the mention of your brother. You love him, you really do, but hearing the word brother leaves Jeno’s lips reminds you exactly why he’s even here.

It’s not for you — it’s for Jaemin’s sake.

"I don't see why either of you care, you've got plenty of booze and girls to keep you occupied to not even notice me gone,” you stand your ground, trying to tug your arm once again but he still won't let go.

However, he has loosened his grip so it isn't so harsh, but it's still locked around your wrist. In fact, you’re sure you feel him drawing little circles on the inner skin with his thumb and that thought alone has you squirming no matter how much you try to ignore it.

"I think I'd always notice when you're not there," Jeno says under his breath, his face lowering to yours.

If you didn't know better then you’d think he was about to kiss you. But that can't happen. Can it?

Everything but your core is saying no. Your whole body is screaming to open up your mouth and say please. But you ignore it — you always do— and try to keep a brave face. But as he gets so close, too close, your eyes automatically flutter shut.

You expect his lips to graze yours but they don't, instead, you feel his cheek against you , only faintly, as his lips skim your ear lobe.

"I think I'd always notice when you're not there because there won't be some childish little brat moaning about not getting her own way."

Your eyes shoot open as he pulls back, laughing at your flushing cheeks. Your eyes narrow as you finally tug your arm hard enough this time that he has no choice but to release you.

"I do not moan about not getting my own way and I am not childish nor a brat,” you sneer at him.

"Sure,-" he huffs, laughing, crossing his arms over his chest. "Whatever you say."

"Why can’t you just go inside and leave me alone,” you cross your own arms over your chest.

"No can do." He stands there like some sort of bouncer, you look to your right and see the path only a few steps away. He watches you and says a low, demanding, "Don't."

But you do it.

You spin on your heel and run for it. But you only make it two steps before two large arms are wrapped around your waist from behind and you’re being sprung back into a hard chest. Jeno’s one arm sits tightly around your waist, his fingers digging into your hip and you squirm against him. To stop your wriggling, his other hand flies up to grab a hold of your throat, tilting your head back to the rest of his shoulder.

His eyes flash to his hand around your neck and he takes a deep breath that causes his eyes to flutter shut. Then you feel something growing behind you causing your own eyes to grow wide. He leans forward, lips skimming yours barely.

“I said don't." It sounded more like a growl than anything and a small whimper escaped your lips. "Are you going to walk inside or am I going to have to carry you?" He whispers still close to your mouth. If you lifted your head slightly, you’d be kissing.

"I'm not going back inside." You sternly reply, he just laughs and his hold loosens on you.

But he doesn’t free you. Instead he throws you clean over his shoulder in a fireman's lift.

“Put. Me. Down. Jeno." You scream, hitting his back, but he doesn't listen. Carrying on heading back inside your house.

Your cheeks are bright red and you stop your attack on Jeno’s back and decide to clench his shirt in your fists and hide your face in it.

"What's going on here?" You hear Jaemin’s voice and your head flies up.

"Your sister tried to escape," Jeno says laughing, bending down to lower you to the ground.

When he stood back up, you were so close your bodies touched again, your breasts rubbed against his firm chest and your nipples stiffened. His eyes glanced down to them and they darken, then he looks to you again and grabs your shoulders, spinning you around to face your brother. You automatically lifted your arms up and over your breasts to cover the obvious arousal.

"Come on Y/N, you know you can't be walking around aimlessly at night." Jaemin chastises you.

"I'm not a child Jaem," you roll your eyes with a shake of your head.

"So what? Grown ass people still get kidnapped!”

You groan, I'm going to my room."

You push past him and head towards the stairs. You turn around seeing Jeno’s smug face knowing he’s got his own way about you coming back inside.

But you won’t give him the satisfaction. You’ll just sneak out the window and have your perfect escape. He won't know.

Not like he’ll come to check — right?

You spin on your heel as you hear the sound of footsteps following behind you. Jeno’s there, eyes locked on your ass until he sees you looking back down at him and then cocks his head to the side and smiles innocently.

“What are you doing?” You spit.

"Just making sure you actually do go to your room." He flashes his infamous eye smile that has plagued your dreams since you first met him. "And that your windows are locked. Don't want you running away now do we?" he winks at you.

He’s so irritating!

With a huff, you turn around and storm your way up the last couple of stairs, making sure your stomps are extra loud. You can just hear Jeno snickering behind you and that only rattles you even more. When you reach the landing you turn immediately and head to the last door of the hallway and pull it open, stepping inside of your bedroom. You go to slam the door shut but a sneaker covered foot stops in between preventing it.

You immediately roll your eyes and groan.

"Leave me alone Jeno." You groan, leaning up against the door with your back, pushing it.

"Let me check your windows then I'll leave."

"What kind of request is that?” You sigh, running a hand through your hair.

"Just let me."

"No."

The two of you enter a stare off — one you both know he’s going to win. And he does, because you don’t even let two whole minutes pass before you’re huffing out a “Fine.”

He makes his way over to your window, making sure it's locked, then he chuckles, drawing your curtains too. The only thing lightening the room was your bedside lamp that you had an awful habit of leaving on. That, and it was the perfect deterrent to make it look like someone was in there, keeping strangers from having sex on your bed.

“All done?” You ask, breathy.

He smirks, his eyes flashing to your lips again and you swear to god if he does that one more time you’re either going to kick him in the balls or jump on him and kiss him.

You force yourself to take a step back and take a deep breath which makes him laugh.

"Well goodnight little Na, don't go sneaking out because I will know about it." He walks off to the door and before he exits you say,

"And how would you possibly know that?"

He looks over his shoulder, his eyes flash up and down your body, "I just will,” he winks then closes the door behind him.

You huff out and stomp your foot like a child. God you needed to grow a backbone and stop letting that idiot mess with you.

Storming into your bathroom you slam the door shut. You strip off your clothes and turn on the shower. Whilst waiting for it to get up to temperature, you sigh.

"Let me just lock your windows for ya." You pull a face copying him. "Want me to check that for ya?"

Once you’re done in the shower you climb out of it and dry yourself with a towel.

"He's so fucking annoying ugh," you say to yourself as you pull the bathroom door open and saunter into your bedroom naked.

You don't even check to see if anyone was in there, too busy ranting about him. And when you feel the cold draft of your bedroom it makes you realise you had just walked into your unlocked bedroom naked. Immediately, you covered your body remembering the party going on downstairs; but on first glance, it appeared no one was in there. Still you quickly grab your oversized grey t-shirt from the end of your bed, throwing it on over your head, but skipping your underwear.

Your room was fairly simple with white furniture, a wooden floor, soft pink bedding, a few cuddly toys. The bed lies against the far wall, opposite the door and you leave your lamp on to have a little bit of light to help you sleep.

Trying to fall asleep you flip over so your back faces the light. You try a few different sleep scenarios but everything keeps going back to Jeno.

And the way his hand gripped around your neck.

You flip over again, keeping your eyes shut, yet, Jeno just waltzes into your mind continuously. Like he won't leave you alone. You feel so much anger coursing through your blood, yet you have this strange pulling into your core.

You need to give attention to it — so you do. And as soon as you slip your hand under the covers, the fantasies start rolling in. Jeno’s arms around you, grabbing at your waist, your hips, your ass, your breasts.

Your breath hitches.

His tongue in your mouth, along your skin, tracing your neck and stomach, then between your folds lapping at you. Your eyes shoot open as you clench your thighs together and immediately feel the wetness.

It was just too much to ignore. This wasn’t going away. You already knew that.

You just needed some relief and then you’ll be free for the night. Jeno never needs to know and it’s not like you haven’t done this exact same thing before over him.

Your right hand finds your centre first, sliding between the folds and instantly feeling the slick wetness there. Slowly and sensually, you begin moving your fingers in a circular motion. Eyes closing instantly, flashes of Jeno now being played before you.

In your mind, it was no longer your hand but his. Rubbing your clit, sending shivers down your spine and causing a small panting moan to escape you.

Your left hand begins clutching at the sheets and as you feel your nipples peak and rub against the soft material of your shirt, you have no choice but to swiftly move your hand up and under to take hold of your own breasts and squeeze. You moan again as you begin to work your fingers faster over your clit.

Now in your head, Jeno stood before you shirtless. Seeing the ripples in the muscles of his abs, he flexes his arms, making you grow weaker. But you always felt like this whenever you saw him shirtless at the pool, or the beach.

And you couldn't deny how fucking sexy he was — you wouldn’t?”

"What’re you thinking about?"

You pause instantly, back arched, orgasm growing close and eyes squeezed shut. You can't decipher whether that voice was in your head or in real life so you just grow still and relax, trying to pretend it didn’t happen.

Your breathing which was already heavy, grows even more so, this time with panic and worry. You don't want to open your eyes, scared of what you might see because you recognised that voice.

At least, you’re really fucking hoping Jeno’s voice is all in your head, because you’re seconds away from orgasm.

"I asked you a question."

Your eyes fly open. He’s definitely not in your head.

Ripping your hand away from your clit, you pull the other away from your nipple and force yourself into a seated position with your hands splayed behind to hold you up. You scream on instinct, he doesn't so much as flinch as he stands at the end of your bed.

His eyes are dark, head low and looking up at you through his lashes. He has that smirk on his face, and his hands are fidgeting, rolling his fingers against his palm. Your eyes roam his body as your scream continues and you wish you hadn't, only because your scream turned into a moan as you spied his hard erection pushing against his jeans.

You gasp and look back at his face.

"What're you doing Jeno?" You whisper-shout, even though the party downstairs would make it difficult for anyone to hear you anyway.

Still, you didn’t want any party goers walking in on a flustered you in bed with Jeno and his very large, very prominent erection, standing at the base.

Fuck. It's so big. You can tell from how it's breaking at the seams of his jeans to be let free. Your mouth waters at the sheer thought of his dick — wondering what it looks like, how it feels in your hands, in your mouth — how it tastes.

Fuck no. Absolutely not.

You shake your head, trying to rid the thoughts and ignore the fact your core is pulsing right now, begging for one last touch so you can explode into orgasm. You really fucking needed it.

"I asked you what you were thinking about?" He says lowly, and it causes your breathing to still.

“H-how long have you been standing there?" You whimper.

He shrugs, “That doesn't matter, what does matter is-" he moves his head up, looking you dead in the eyes as he cracks his neck and then his fists in each hand. "-What you were thinking about whilst touching yourself? Was it me?"

He smirks again and you stood up, throwing the duvet off of your legs.

"Not a chance," He says sternly. You look at him again, face paling.

"What do you mean, no?" you ask, cocking your head.

"I mean don't you fucking move-" His tongue came out to lap at his bottom lip as his eyes moved down your body, down your legs.

You instantly went to grab the duvet again but he grabbed it first, ripping it from the bed and throwing it across the room. You get down on all fours, crawling to try and get it before him.

"Jeno!" You exclaim, reaching your hand out for it but it was too far away. You look up at him on all fours, and from this angle... God. You gulp.

"Give me my cover."

You try to wash away every fantasy of being in this position before him but you can't ignore the way you need his hard cock, seeping at the tip and begging for you to lick it, to suck it.

Stop. No. Not now.

His hand comes to the side of your face, pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear and you shiver at the touch.

"Lie. Back. On. The. Bed." He commands.

Your eyes flutter shut for a moment and then slowly, you move to follow his command until you are back down on the bed. You keep your legs closed and hands on your stomach.

You weren’t sure why you’re listening to him — obeying him . But something in you, some instinct is just screaming at you to let this play out, see what he wants.

"Touch yourself." He says and you blanch, your eyes growing wide and you sit up again, but one stern look from him has you lying back down again. "Touch yourself and tell me what you think of, how you feel, tell me everything Y/N."

Your name. He never bothers to call you that. Usually emphasising how you’re his best friend’s little sister with the nickname he’d given you. But honestly, you’re thankful for the nickname because hearing your actual name from his lips, all nasally and sensual, sends you spiralling.

It makes you putty in his hands. And as for your hands? Well, they slowly spread your legs wide revealing your soaking wet cunt to him. You keep your eyes pierced on him, watching how his breath hitches, eyes glued to you. The way he automatically grabs his cock through his jeans and squeezes is like a reflex. Closing his eyes only briefly before they're back on you, on your core.

You feel yourself growing red, the heat of embarrassment consuming you whole as you slide your hand down your stomach. As soon as your fingers make contact with your clit, your hips are bucking off of the bed and your back starts to curve. Building up your arousal doesn't take long. You were already half there, teetering on the edge.

Except this time your eyes lock onto Jeno’s for real whilst your fingers are moving, soft moans leaving your lips. You spy his own hand on his cock, he hasn't pulled it free but he moves his hand back and forth over his shaft. You can see the way his arms tense as he moves and watches you.

You throw your head back with another moan. Seeing him stood there isn't enough, you need something more. You need him climbing on top of you, replacing your fingers with his. His hot breath against your neck as he rubs you harder and faster.

"What are you thinking about?"

"You." You say breathily.

"What about me?"

Your eyes shoot open to stare at him, he looks tense and flustered. Just as bad as you. His hand stops moving on his cock and you make a mental note that he might've been close. Too close. And this might be over too soon.

"Your fingers on my clit, rubbing me," you throw your head back as the fantasy flashes again.

"Yes, and what else?" He growls.

"Your mouth." You breathe again.

"My mouth, huh?" He bites and your fantasy continues.

"Yes. Everywhere." You cry out, orgasm seconds away. "Your mouth on me, about to- God, Jeno I'm gonna cum,” your back arches, hips bucking, fingers moving so fast and rough.

"Look at me." Your eyes fly open at the command. "I want you to cum whilst looking at me."

And you do. The sheer dominance radiating off of him is the final straw that has you crashing down.

Your orgasm rips through you as your hips lift so far off the bed. You moved your fingers through your orgasm, riding it out but finally, your hips fell back to the bed and you let out a heavy breath.

Before you could even open your eyes again, you felt two large arms wrap under your thighs gripping your hips, and suddenly you’re yanked to the end of the bed. Your eyes snap open, and your head lifts up as you spy Jeno on his knees at the end of the bed, his mouth centimetres from your dripping pussy.

"J-Jeno,” you mumble, just the sight of him has you moaning.

You’re not sure if getting yourself off in front of him was the moment you both decided to cross the line; but now him manoeuvring between your legs, you knew you definitely had. Regardless, you know now you aren't ever going back to the dynamic you had before.

"I’m gonna make those fantasies come to life baby.”

He doesn't miss a beat. His tongue comes out and swipes a long lick up and through your folds. All common sense leaves your head as you fall back against the bed.

"God, you taste so good. I fucking knew you would."

He’s thought about this? You know you have.

He repeats the motion again, this time focusing on your clit, making sure to run a smooth stripe along it, circling it only slightly, enough to have you wriggling. One of his hands splays over your stomach, holding your hips down.

"I want you to cum on my tongue. I want to taste every drop of you,” you gulp, looking down at him between your thighs. You don't miss the dark pupils in his eyes and that daring look, the one telling you to follow his instructions.

"Jeno, oh my god,” you cry out, your head flying back as his mouth attacks your clit. He sucks it in, flicking his tongue all over in a frenzied motion.

You know he knows all the right ways to make a girl squirm. And you are fucking squirming. All over the fucking bed, you’d be breaking free from him if he didn't have his large veined hand holding your stomach down. Your stomach is now on show. Your t-shirt has risen up to just below your breasts and you see the way his eyes watch the movement as you move about, tits bouncing around.

And as if he can hear your thoughts he says,

"Take your top off."

You do it without question, lifting the hem and throwing it over your head. Now you’re laying there completely naked. His hand that was on your stomach comes up and takes hold of one breast, instantly taking your nipple between his fingers and you hear him, no you feel him, moan into your pussy.

The vibrations cause you to cry out, hands knuckling the bed sheets.

"You're so fucking hot Y/N, God." He murmurs before attacking you again, his mouth working wonders.

And that tongue. You’re so close. You can feel it.

Then you feel as he slides two fingers into you. Jeno curls his fingers inside of you, hitting some sort of sensitive spot, and as soon as his fingers massage that area inside you and his mouth returns to your clit, you explode.

You don't even know if the music downstairs would cover your screams as you fell into ecstasy. His hand on your breast doesn’t move, but the one that had been hooked on your hip moves to splay against your stomach holding you down as he laps at you, riding you through your second orgasm until you couldn’t take it anymore. He pulls his fingers out, then his mouth away from you at just the right time.

You lay there spent. Completely.

Eyes fluttering open. Jeno stood between your legs looking down at you. His cock looked painful in his jeans. You had once felt exhausted and ready to fall asleep but as soon as you saw his erection you shot up in your seat. You immediately fumble with his jeans until his hand comes to your jaw, pulling your head up to look into his eyes. He stares for a moment before blinking, taking a deep breath.

"You don't have to- I didn't do that for you to-"

"I want to. I want this." You nod eagerly,"I want you.”

You lick your lips and it's as if something snaps in him, that moment of care vanishes and he lets go of your chin.

"Well then, suck my cock,” he says, standing there and you do as you’re told.

You unfasten his jeans, pull them down and then his underwear. His large erect cock springs free instantly and without a second thought you take hold of him in your hand. Your hands look tiny against his dick.

You move your hand slowly up and down his cock, and notice how his thighs tense, then his stomach and you follow your eyes up until you meet his face. His head is hung low, eyes dark and hands clenched by his sides. Keeping your eyes on his, you lean forward and spy the precum, flicking your tongue out and taking it in to swallow down with a moan that makes him grunt.

You moved so that your face was closer to his balls, then you stroked your tongue all along his length, and felt the way he flexed beneath your muscle. There’s a cocky smirk covering your face when you move back to the top and suck his tip into your mouth.

"Do you like sucking my cock?" He asks, his hand threading into your hair to start pulling on the roots to yank your head backwards.

"Do you like it when I suck your cock, Jeno?" You flip the question with a smile the power in your hands. You continue working him and he flexes his hand in your hair.

"That's how you wanna play?" He grins at you.

You pretend to think for a moment, "I’m not playing anything." You move your head closer down his length, licking another long stripe hearing how he curses under his breath and thrusts his hips towards you. "I just want to suck your cock."

With that, you take him into your mouth, sliding down until you reach your limit. You can't take him whole, he’s way too big for that, but you take what you can. He coughs and splutters a bunch of inaudible words, but you just pull back up and repeat the motion, continuing to take him back into your throat.

His hand stays threaded in your hair, keeping a rough hold so that you can't pull away — not that you wanted to.

You love every second. Even as you feel him tensing, his hips moving as he thrusts into your mouth. You look up through your lashes to see his head thrown back as he moans out and hisses every so often when you drag your teeth along his cock. You can tell he likes it as the precum coats your tongue. That and the way he doesn't tell you to stop.

"Do. That. Again."

And you do, watching his head fall forwards."Such a pretty sight, my cock filling your mouth. What do you think your brother would think about this?" he smirks and your face falls pale.

You almost stop sucking his dick but he doesn't let you, slamming his hips forwards so his cock hits the back of your throat.

Your brother.

Not a thought you want to think about right now but it is something you needed to consider. This was his best friend. You’d finally gotten the man so forbidden, always out of bounds. The whole time you didn’t know that he wanted you as much as you wanted him.

You moan uncontrollably, and it must send vibrations along his cock as you feel it twitch in your mouth, his thrusts become sloppy and his grip on your hand grows tighter.

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna cum." He grits out. "Are you gonna let me cum in that pretty mouth of yours?"

You look up at him. You can't speak so you try to nod.

"God, you’ve always been the death of me," He thrusts several more times as you slide your tongue all over his length and tip.

You do it a final time as you take him to the back of your throat, gliding your teeth along him which must've been his undoing as you felt the hot steaming cum splatter against the back of your throat.

You pulled him out your mouth slowly. Even as he is softening he is still thick and large. You kitten lick the tip as he hisses, causing him to loosen his grip in your hair and you sit back, making sure to obviously gulp so he knows you swallowed every last drop of him. Leaning forwards, his hand comes to your chin and he moves his mouth so close to your you think he might kiss you but instead he says,

"Good girl."

You hate the way those two words made you clench your thighs together. You thought the two orgasms were enough but no, you’re ready for more. You need more.

He’s quick to remove his shirt, and as he lifts his arms his abs flex. You are point-blank gawking at him standing before you, making him smirk.

That snaps you out of it. Remembering you are sitting here, soaking wet and naked before him. You crawl back on the bed and then realise you have no duvet so you have to pull your knees to your chest and cross your arms over your knees to cover yourself.

He watches you, laughs and then shakes his head. He then moves, shoving off his jeans and underwear the rest of the way off until they both land on the floor.

"Wh-What are you doing?" You ask stuttering, thinking he should actually be getting dressed to leave.

"What do you think I'm doing?" he asks.

Can't he ever just give you a simple answer?

Then you notice how his cock has sprung to life again and his hand moves to touch it. Moving up and down the length as he cracks his neck.

"You're h-hard again?" You stutter, eyes glued to the impressive size of him.

"I'm always hard for you baby." He winks and for once, it didn't make you want to punch him.

"Jeno, we can't." You shake your head.

You’re already way past the line. Sex would destroy the whole scale. Still, the idea of him, his cock inside of you, whispering filthy things in your ear... it isn't something you can ignore.

"You want it." He says point blankly.

You gulp and remain silent. He moves onto the bed, kneeling and then crawls towards you until he is over you. His hair has fallen over his eyes — so fucking hot. "I know you want it, why try to deny it?" He cocks his head to the side, smugly.

"I-I'm not." You fidget.

“Yes, you are." He ducks his head low, burying it in your neck. You feel his warm breath and your heartbeat rackets so loud. "You don't want to want me to fuck you,” His teeth graze your neck, sending you into a panting mess as he sucks and bites.

He then pulls away and laps at the mark you know is there, the one he put there as a reminder tomorrow when you come to your senses that you did this.

"So I’ll ask again. What do you want?" He looks down at you, plump pink lips swollen and wet from his constant licking and biting them.

You’re going to let your brothers best friend fuck you. And you’re going to love every second of it.

Not wasting another moment longer to think, you grab hold of his neck and lift your head whilst pulling him to you to smash your lips together. There’s heat, fire, and explosions of electricity.

Your hands claw at his neck, his back, his sides. Anything to pull him closer. His crotch, his hard cock, grinds against your soaking hole and you groan out whilst continuing to kiss him. Both so desperate for each other. His hands skim down your body, kneading your breasts, your hips. He grabs hold of anywhere and everywhere.

His lips detach from yours, giving you a moment to see how swollen they are before they're attacking your neck. He peppers kisses along your jaw, not sweet kisses but hard and sloppy kisses. Sucking and biting the skin causing your back to arch into his chest, pushing your breasts against him, making him moan. He thrusts his hips forwards, his cock sliding between your folds, hitting against your clit making you quiver.

"Fuck, we really shouldn't be doing this." He continues kissing you down your neck, reaching your collar bones that he also decides to leave marks on.

"Jeno please," you cry out. Both of his hands move to your hips to hold you still.

"Please what baby?" He smirks before moving lower to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

"Fuck Jeno,” you cry out as he flicks his tongue over the bud, biting it harshly so you cry out again then soothing it with a soft warm suck.

"Please what baby?" He repeats.

"Fuck me. Now!”

"And what about your brother?" he brings him up again and you roll your eyes.

"Stop bringing him up," You moan as he takes your other nipple into his mouth, repeating the process.

"He'll kill us if he finds out." he grins.

"Then he can't find out," You pant out of breath as Jeno moves.

His face is so close to yours that your lips are only just touching, his chest is pushed against you and his cock sits lodged between your folds. You try to shift to gain some friction against your clit but his grip holds you still. His eyes flicker across your face then he says,

"I won't tell if you won't?" His lips caress yours in the faintest of movements. You flick your tongue out to wet your lips, but in the process he bites onto your muscle making you wince then moan, "What do you think, huh?”

There’s no room for discussion — your body won’t let you.

"I won't tell if you won't."

He doesn't miss a beat once he gets your approval. His lips are on yours as his hips thrust forwards. His cock thrusting inside of you, tearing you open as you pull your mouth away to cry out.

"Holy fuck."

He stills once inside you, making sure to push as far as possible until his pelvis meets your skin. Your legs wrap around his waist instantly.

"You feel so fucking good." He breaks from your kiss to breathe. "I always knew you would but this-" he looks down to where you are connected and he thrusts further, trying to get deeper but he can't possibly. "-this is better than anything I could've imagined."

"Move, please." You grunt trying to lift your hips to encourage some movement. His eyes fly open, dark and daring.

"Beg me." He smirks and does a tiny thrust, a teasing thrust.

"Fuck off,” you pant, trying to do it yourself but he uses his hips to pin you to the bed.

"Beg." He smiles and cocks his head to one side. "Me."

You hated his arrogance. But fuck, you want him so bad. So badly that you will beg.

"Please fuck me, Jeno." He pulls out of you and you suck in a deep breath.

"Again." He grins now.

You can't bear to look at him but looking down means watching as he holds just the tip inside of me.

"Please. Fuck. Me." You pant, half moaning, begging for him.

He thrusts so hard into you, you wince and moan out in pleasure. He hit so deep inside that you’re sure you’ll bruise.

"Anything for you, Y/N,” he whispers in your ear before sucking and biting on the lobe.

Then he's pulling out and thrusting into you. Again. And again. And again. Harder and harder each time. Faster and faster. You lose your breath, becoming a big ball of pants and moans — just like Jeno.

God, the sounds he makes. You’ve never heard someone so vocal before, but fuck it's hot. The small grunts he makes when he fucks you, the groans when you clench around his cock and feel yourself building. He moves his hands under your ass to lift it, plummeting into you from a new angle, going so much deeper.

"Your pussy is so tight. Fuck,” He says between thrusts, and gritted teeth.

He seems to have found a weak spot right under your ear that has you clenching like mad around his cock. And he loves it.

"How have you just been there in front of me this whole time? How have I stayed away from you?" He seems to be asking himself because he doesn’t press you for a reply.

He removes his lips from your neck and sits back on his heels, his cock still inside of you, slowing his thrusts and he lifts your legs up, moving them over his shoulders. His head moves from side to side, placing a soft kiss on each ankle and for one second. You’re dumbfounded as he looks at you, a daring smirk written across his face.

He wraps his arms around your thighs, locking your legs in a straight position against his chest on either side of his head, and then he begins pounding into you again. However this time, he moves one of his hands to your centre, his thumb moving closer to your clit. You feel how it grazes your nerves. He strums it once. Twice. Three times then you're wriggling around like a mess, back arching off as your orgasm tears through your body and you explode into euphoria. Again.

He rides you through it, fucking you as you clench and squeeze around him. A string of curse words come out of him, you feel him so close but he doesn't cum. He stops stroking your clit as you batted his hand away, you didn't realise you had been clenching the sheets with white knuckles until you relax your hands and feel a cramp in your palm.

Jeno slows his thrusts until he stills inside of you, his chest is moving up and down with each of his heavy breaths. You move your legs off of his shoulders, enjoying the movements as your legs feel strained too.

But as soon as your feet hit the bed, he grabs you and flips you so you land on your stomach. He pulls your hips up and slides into you again.

"Fuck!" You scream as he slams into you unapologetically. One hand holding your hip, the other trails along your back as he begins fucking you from behind. He leans over you, still ploughing, and comes closer to your ear.

"I always wanted to fuck you like this, you are always strutting around showing off, your ass? Do you like teasing me?"

You don't even know what you like right now. Mind too focused on needed Jeno to fuck you any way he pleased.

He grins, then shoves your head back down into the mattress, straightening his back and fucks you harder than you think you’ve ever have been before. You couldn't keep up with the movements, head a complete daze from all of the orgasms that he had given you.

You come to a conscious mind when a hard slap lands on your ass, it makes your pussy throb so he does it again, and again, rubbing over the area and soothing it before doing it again. Each time it makes you clench around him.

"Jeno," you cry out between thrusts.

"Yeah, baby?" His voice sounded so much deeper, which told you he was close. That and the way his thrusts grew random and unstable.

"Want you to cum in me," You moan, clenching the sheets again.

"I'm not wearing a condom," He grits through his teeth.

"I'm on the pill,” you manage to say between heavy breaths. You needed him to cum in you now.

He shakes his head, "Last thing I need is to get my best friend's little sister pregnant." And that was that because he thrust a few more times, then pulls out, and instantly, all over your ass and back you felt a hot liquid splatter about.

As soon as his grip left your hip you fell straight down onto the mattress, and your body was thankful for it. Everything hurt. He'd destroyed you. Fucked you, well and truly. And you couldn't stop the smile on your face.

"I'll go get a cloth." He said through some heavy breaths then climbed off of the bed and went to your bathroom. He emerged a moment later, used the warm cloth to clean up his mess although you notice him take a minute to look at it.

"Admiring your work?" You asked him through a laugh, he looked at you and shook his head chuckling.

"Trust me, if I could take a picture I would,” he wipes it away. Then he returned to the bathroom to throw the cloth in the hamper but as soon as he stood in the doorway of you heard three loud knocks on your bedroom door.

"Y/N? You in there? Have you seen Jeno?"

You shot up in bed, suddenly not tired or spent. Jeno’s eyes grew wide too.

You lifted your finger to your lips and gestured to Jeno to stay in the bathroom. He didn't hesitate as he shuts the door.

Jaemin would fucking kill him and you, without a doubt. Only moments ago you had his best friend’s cum covering your ass.

"One second," you shout, jumping out of bed and grabbing your T-shirt. Then you rush over to the door, paint on your best sleeping face and yawn whilst opening it.

"Oh, you were asleep?" Jaemin stood on the other side, hands braced on either side of the door frame.

You fake another yawn. He looks behind you and you turn too, fearful Jeno was standing there but then you spied your duvet cover on the other side of the room. Jamein frowned and looked back to you.

"I was hot." You shrug.

"Shit sorry," He quickly says. "I just can't find Jeno anywhere.”

"He’s your friend not mine.”

"I don’t understand why you two hate each other," He rolls his eyes and you can't help but scoff at the irony.

Hate wasn’t exactly the word you’d use for the guy that was just 8 inches deep inside of you.

"Well, he's probably off getting high or fucking some girl.”

“Better not be in our parent’s bed again,” he huffs, and your eyes go wide. “Fuck, he better not be doing it in my bed either,” he says to himself.

And with that, he storms away heading for his room. Chuckling, you shut the door and Jeno emerges from the bathroom, a towel now wrapped around his waist and he stands there facing you.

"That was close."

"Too close." You sigh.

He dresses himself as you climb back in bed, getting your duvet back on and covering yourself with it. He walks over to the door and pulls it open, peeking outside to check the coast is clear, then once he does he turns to look over his shoulder at you.

"Our secret?" He says.

"Our secret." You nod and he steps out, not looking back and shuts the door.

You lie back on your bed, head falling into your pillows and laugh.

But then you shake your head processing it all, moving your hand to cover your mouth, looking at the ceiling.

You just fucked your brother’s best friend.

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ghostboneswrites2 · 13 days

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hello my sister is deaf so ive known asl my whole life so i was thinking that could you maybe write one where fem wife reader knows asl and shes really close with connie so when she connie and daryl go on a mission together connie just teases reader about daryl behind daryls back bc he now knows asl ❤️❤️

Mop-Boy

Summary: Daryl had a rough night and an even tougher morning. To avoid letting his soggy mood soil yours and Connie’s, the two of you resort to picking innocent fun behind his back.

Note: the ASL dialogue was in italics but somehow that disappeared when I posted this :’)

Warnings: profanity, Daryl is sensitive // mostly just a silly little fic

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“Why is he always so grumpy?” Connie signed to you as Daryl stomped up ahead. You smiled.

“He’s not always grumpy. Just usually.” You signed back. You both laughed silently, straightening your faces quickly and unconvincingly when he peered over his shoulder and shot you both a glare.

Daryl was annoyed about a few things. For one, you kept him up all night tossing and turning and swearing about not being able to find a cool spot on the bed. That was just one of your quirks, and while usually he could ignore it, he also had a killer knot in his back muscles that just made it harder to sleep through your flipping and flopping. Then, absolutely nothing on this mission had gone according to his plan so far. The route he wanted to take was too walker-infested, and the detour out you all an hour behind schedule. He specifically wanted to be back home by noon, which was why he dragged your well rested ass out of bed just before sunrise to get going.

To top it all off, he didn’t even plan on bringing Connie. You invited her without running it by him, and all these minor things compiled into one big majorly grumpy huntsman.

Connie smirked again when he turned his attention away from the two of you and back ahead. She quickened her pace to that she was ahead of you, but still behind him, and began to mimic his walk comically, right down to the way he lifted and dropped his feet and the way his fists balled up by his sides. You slapped a hand over your moth and stifled a laugh, which earned his attention. Connie immediately dropped the act and bit down on her cheeks to suppress a grin. She stiffened a bit, forgetting how she normally walked.

Daryl stopped and turned, staring at you both with suspicion and irritation.

“The hell y’all got goin’ on?” He asked. In unison, you and Connie both shrugged nonchalantly. “Mm.” He grumbled and turned away again, stomping onward, boots meeting the ground and crunching the leaves with a heavy thud.

Connie stopped and waited for you to catch up before she walked again.

“Jeez. He’s in a moody mood.” You signed to her. She shook her head.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Just didn’t sleep well I think.” You signed. She nodded and the rest of the trip carried on with no conversation, vocal or otherwise.

When the three of you had reached the destination and secured the guns you set out for, it was more or less the same. Daryl stalking ahead, brooding about this or that, while you and Connie hung back and chatted.

“He needs a haircut.” She said.

“You try telling him that.”

“It looks like a mop.” She joked. This made you laugh. Daryl turned and stormed over to you both.

“Alright, cut the shit. Y’all got somethin’ to say?” He snapped.

Connie glanced at you before signing, “Your head looks like a mop.”

Daryl was caught off guard by the comment. Most people avoided picking at him or otherwise vexing him when he was in those moods, but Connie showed no fear. Really, he expected it from his wife, of all people. But Connie, too? He could never catch a break.

“I like my mop, thank you very much.” He scoffed and turned away. Again, you both laughed at your attitude-riddled husband.

“That was brave.” You signed to her. She shrugged and pretended to dust off her shoulders pridefully. You just grinned and shook your head. By then you were nearly home, maybe twenty minutes out.

“Did he brush his teeth today?” She asked.

“Don’t think so.” You admitted.

“His breath stinks.”

“Wanna tell him that too?” You chuckled as you signed your response. She waved you off.

“You know I will.” She warned.

“Trust me. I know.”

Back home that night, when you were cleaning up after dinner and Daryl helped wash dishes because he’d feel lazy if he didn’t, he seemed to be deep in thought.

“Something on your mind, love?” You asked absently as you wiped down the counters.

“Nah.” He shrugged. You stopped and eyed him, determining that was a lie. You crossed your arms, kitchen rag slapping over your side.

“Tell me.” You demanded.

“Nothin’.”

“Daryl.” You pressed on.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

“Don’t shut me out.” You insisted. “We don’t do that, remember?”

He finally let out a deep sigh and shut the water off before he turned to you. His eyes were steady and prying. He only looked at you that way when you did something that got under his skin and he didn’t know how to bring it up.

“We’re ya talkin’ ‘bout me with Connie that whole time?” He asked. His eyes flickered to the floor once before returning to meet your own.

“Oh.” You blinked. “We were just joking around to lighten the mood.”

“Can’t lighten a mood if I don’t know what you’re sayin’.” He pointed out.

“Did we upset you?” You asked, suddenly dropping your arms to your sides. “I’m sorry if we did. Really, it was nothing bad. We got bored picking at each other so we picked at you instead.”

“Mm.” He nodded. “My hair looks like a mop?”

You snorted.

“No. But you do need a trim.”

“Nah.” He shook his head. You raised your eyebrows.

“Suit yourself, mop-boy.” You smirked as you turned back to the counter to finish polishing it up.

“It’s mop-man.” He corrected. He internally smacked himself upside the head. Mop-man? Really? He couldn’t think of anything better? You chuckled and shook your head to yourself quietly.

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the-kr8tor · 7 months

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since you asked about twins requests: what if they’re worried that only one of the twins got spider powers? like they were hoping that neither would, or both, but they’re worried that just one twin having them will drive a wedge or feel separate or the like

but no both twins have spidey skills, one just had something less observable develop first (like spidey sense or smth)

Thank you!!! I love the twins sm ❤️ hope you like it, angel!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF

It's Fluffy Friday!

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Billie sits between your legs, babbling away to her sister who wobbles, crawling to her. Various toys are littered around the soft playing mat but Ramona ignores it all. She tries to reach for the teething toy in Billie's hand.

In just seven months, they've started to crawl on their own. Fully aware that it's a bit early for them, you don't ignore that they might have inherited Hobie's spider abilities. You've seen it in Mayday when she was their age, so you anticipate your girls to have the same traits. You just hope that they both get it or they both don't have the abilities, not wanting for their spidey powers to drive a wedge between them if only one of them has it.

They are twins after all, you've heard that twins have a special bond with each other. Even though they look identical, save for Mona having your nose and eyes while Billie looks like a female version of Hobie from her head to her tiny toes. You and Hobie try to encourage individuality between them, that's why you didn't give them similar sounding names or even names starting with the same letter. Not to mention how you dress them differently from each other, always different colors or styles. They've started to voice their own opinions on their clothes too, translating their tiny grunts and excited baby talk to a yes or no.

Despite encouraging them to have their own identity, you and Hobie never separate them. It's not like they'd allow you anyway. Mona and Billie are always together, so much so they even share the same crib, crying their little hearts out once you put Billie in her own crib. You love that they've already got that sisterly bond.

Mona sits up in the most adorable way, trying to stand up despite her baby limbs.

"You can do it, Mona!" You cheer her on, holding Billie's hands to make her clap. Mona makes an adorable determined face, eyebrows knitted together in concentration, cheeks puffed out.

Your eyes widen at what she's trying to do, immediately calling for Hobie.

Said man races from the bathroom, almost tripping on his shorts around his ankles.

"Are you okay?!" He asks, fixing his shorts, panic subsiding when he sees you three just fine and dandy sitting on the twin's playmat.

"Look!" You point excitedly at Mona standing up in her chubby legs.

"Holy sh–smores" Hobie stops himself from swearing since the babies are starting to mimic their words with similar sounding babbles. You definitely don't want their first word to be a swear.

Mona waddles towards you for a second before falling softly on her butt. Lips trembling, her eyes starting to water.

"Aww it's okay, baby" You coo at her, Hobie watches as Billie stands up more effortlessly, baby arms straining a bit, nonetheless she slowly closes the small distance between her and Mona.

"Oh fu–dge" you cover your mouth in surprise, Hand reaching out to Hobie. He joins your side, mirroring your flabbergasted expression.

Billie must've walked five steps but for you and Hobie it felt like she ran a marathon. Billie drops down with a small thump, curls bouncing as she lands next to Mona, handing her the toy. She sniffs, stopping her from crying. They talk as if they have their own language, murmuring to each other.

You hold Hobie while he looks at his daughters with pride. Whether they have powers or not, you both know it wouldn't come between them. Their bond is stronger than anything else in the world. You're already proud of them just by being kind to each other.

"That's my genes at work right there" Hobie smirks, side eyeing you.

You pinch his sides, head laying on his shoulder. He moves his neck to press a kiss on the shell of your ear.

"Do you think they've got your powers?" You whisper it to Hobie so that you don't interrupt the girls' excited chatter. They've recently had a habit of interrupting your time with him, always getting his or your attention away from each other by either crying or doing the most precious thing of crawling towards you.

"There's a chance." He shrugs nonchalantly but inside he wishes they don't. Hobie doesn't want to give that kind of burden to his children. He'd love them even if they have it, Hobie's a hundred percent teaching them how to use their powers responsibly. "What do you think?"

"It's a bit early to tell, I'll still love them the same if they have it or not" looking at him with fondness, "besides, they'll have an amazing teacher if they do"

Hobie chuckles at your comment, leaning down to press a chaste kiss, he gets interrupted before your lips meet. Your girls laugh loudly as Mona throws the teething toy in your direction, saliva flings at your cheek. They laugh louder as you gasp.

"Oi oi oi" Hobie crawls quickly towards them, scooping the twins in his arms. You watch as Hobie play fights with his daughters. Both kids sitting on his stomach, giggling playfully.

"Ow!" He acts hurt when Billie slaps his cheek with all her baby strength. "Help me! Your children are bullying me!—" Mona silences him with her bright yellow blankie to his face.

"Oh now they're my children?!" You join in, attacking Hobie with a tight embrace.

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roxtron · 3 months

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Anyone ever think about the idea that the mimic is mimicking what it did to gregory before being trapped?

probably, I'm sure I'm not the only person to think about this. but am I going to talk about it anyway? absolutely. Okay so basically.. a couple of the mimic's voicelines are copy-pasted from Security Breach, right? While this is the first time we've seen the mimic copy anyone before, I believe most of his voicelines do come from somewhere. Sorry, that sounds vague. What I mean by that is I don't believe everything the mimic says is 100% a lie it created. For example a lot of people joke about the mimic being more whiny when pretending to be Gregory. Joking about how it's the biggest red flag because Gregory was never really that scared in Security Breach. But did it really just come up with that on its own? What if it's mimicking Gregory in the state he was in when he left? What if Gregory was that scared when dealing with the mimic? And it's not just that, I think some voicelines actually give a bit of hint to this too.

"Help! Something grabbed me! It won't let me go!" I feel like this line and others like it may actually describe what the mimic did. The way Gregory refers to the mimic as "that thing," and the only other 'thing' it could be pretending to be afraid of is the blob, which already tunneled out by the time Cassie gets here. And while the mimic isn't the best at keeping its story straight.. (Claiming to be running/hiding from Roxy while it's trapped under the sinkhole, though I believe that could be him trying to cover up the real Gregory attempting to speak to her, regaining control of the situation. After all if that voice line was the mimic why would Roxy run in the opposite direction of the walkie talkie to go chase him?) I feel like if the mimic was pretending it was the blob that grabbed him, he wouldn't also admit that it tunneled out later on. (I'll get to that don't worry.) Sure, this is a fabricated lie to lure Cassie, but my point is, what story is the mimic trying to create here? What is the mimic trying to claim happened to it/Gregory? I was going to bring these screenshots up later, but..

(Original screenshot + edited version to see the handprint better.) The handprint on the vent outside where the mimic is trapped, with Gregory's backpack underneath it, if you haven't seen theories about it already it seems to clearly imply Gregory lured the mimic in through the vent, that's his handprint. Why I'm bringing this up here though, that handprint looks bloody, doesn't it? Maybe it's just me, maybe it's just the lighting, but I feel like that looks more like a bloody/liquid stain smear than a smear of dust or something. So what if what happened was what the mimic described? It grabbed Gregory, and didn't let him go, causing his arms to get stabbed through and bleed after he escaped through the vent. (If you can't picture what I'm saying or just want a cool visual of this happening, go see this post it's cool and basically shows what I'm talking about, I only thought of this detail because of their post, also the art is cool.)

Anyway, moving on..

"That thing is here again. I gotta hide. Save me."

What if getting the mimic to that specific room wasn't all of the luring Gregory had to do? What if he periodically had to deal with being chased/hunted by the mimic while trying to get it to follow him to that area of the pizzaplex? (This is probably the most speculation, there's not a lot you can get from this line, but it's still a cool idea I think.) OR, an alternate take.. The mimic is being interrupted by the real Gregory's attempts to reach Cassie, and the mimic is using this opportunity as an excuse while it attempts to block his signal. (I've theorized about the differences between each speaking a bit before, but basically, I find it notable that the only times the real Gregory seems to get through to Cassie is when the mimic is busy/distracted/unavailable. So the mimic likely has to make an active effort to block his attempts, hence why he ends up using other signals to try to reach her, like the hacked staff bot. Again this is heavy speculation, but I find it interesting if he's basically telling the story in real-time and sort of swapping him and Gregory.)

Overall there's not a lot you can gather out of this line that I haven't already mentioned in the previous one, so let's move on.

"Something tunneled out.. broke everything. Now I'm stuck here!"

Before I go over this, take it with a grain of salt. Yes I think this is him referring to the blob tunneling out, causing the 'earthquake' that broke the pizzaplex to the state it's in when Cassie arrives. Considering the tunnel in the sinkhole and seeing the blob in a tunnel early in the game, this adds up. However.. I think there might be a double meaning here. It's a bit of a reach, but what if it's also referring to Gregory a bit here? "Something tunneled out," it's implied Gregory used the vent (sort of a tunnel) to escape the room the mimic is trapped in. "Broke everything," ruined the mimic's plans. "Now I'm stuck here," well, that's self explanitory. Gregory used the vent to escape, ruined the mimic's plans, and trapped it there. I also find it interesting this seems to be the final time the mimic mentions something else down there with it. (Even during its final pleas in Roxy Raceway, it only says "Save me, it's so dark down here." Nothing about that "thing" putting him in danger.) Do I think this line is specifically the mimic talking about Gregory? No, I think its main purpose is to explain where the blob went. But I do think it's possible there's a double meaning to it, intentional or not..

Like I said that's the last line of dialogue where the mimic mentions something else down there with it, so there's not a lot more to talk about. My biggest points and evidence were in the beginning tbh, it probably would've been best to cover it at the end of this post but I wanted to go over the voice lines in chronological order to when they appear in-game. I know some of the stuff I said is reaching a bit, I'm not 100% confident that'd be the correct interpretation.. but it's something to think about, that's my point. Whether I'm right or wrong I think the theory is worth considering. If you read this far, that's cool, I hope this was entertaining or had some kind of value to you. I like writing analysis stuff like this so it's always nice when other people enjoy it too. :)

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JTTW BOOK CLUB

CHPT 7-9

@journeythroughjourneytothewest

Chpt 7

•”All this was probably refined in his stomach by the Samadhi fire to form a single solid mass” I know other deities can use the fire but I’m wracking my brain for when it used before(this point) specifically- My understanding was the furnace refined the immortal elixirs and fruit- I’m going to assume Laozi is just theorizing and doesn’t know what actually happened

•Diamond body….👀

•Erlang gets absolutely DRIPPED out, he earned it FR

•eyes permanently irritated by the smoke churned up the the Xun trigram, someone get this man some eye drops

•he is extra pissed

•HE JUST BODIES LAOZI IM YELLING😂

•”this cosmic being fully fused with nature’s gifts passes with ease through 10,000 toils and tests”

•Big war form out to beat serious ass, he’s not jokin bitch

•” bright and luminous; ….illustrious pearl of mani he is indeed” MMMMM comparing him to a mani- a flaming (wish granting) jewel is hilarious 💀

•Tathagata bringing in the big guns (himself)

•”how tf do you know The Way and not know who I am?? And you’re so….violent” I can sense the side eye

•I wonder if Wukong has previous incarnations?? Buddha says he just reached human form this incarnation but if his rock was there at the beginning of creation, wouldn’t his soul be ‘baking’ (for lack of a better term) the whole time until he hatched?

•” and with a total lack of respect he left a bubbling pool of monkey urine” Iconic moment LMAOOOO

•smart for Wukong to leave a momento- too bad it didn’t matter lol

•ah so he was jumping to visit the pillars again, not run away(supposedly)- he’d rather prove he’s right than escape💀 that checks out

•monkey has been squished, it is now party o’clock

•are you allowed to give the Buddha drugs if it’s an offering? Like wine??🤔 “wtf is this allowed? Wtf”

•”Wukong is wiggling out”

“Dw, take this”

*slaps tag on the mountain like flex tape*

•enough room to breathe and move his hands- I would lose my mind

•Molten copper & iron pellets mimic punishments in hell (just learned this🙏), shedding the Karma like water -I feel like 500 years is pretty good tbh considering everything

Woe molten metal and iron upon ye

Chpt 8 + 9 under cut:

Chpt 8:

•lots of lovely poems in this chapter

•a paragraph recap of the past 7 chapters

•wonder what Feast of the Ullambana Bowl is? (the notes say it’s a mass for the dead and is also know as the Ghost festival, practiced by Taoists and Buddhists)

•”the Chan mind shines bright like a thousand rivers’ moon; true nature’s pure and great as an unclouded sky.”

Lovely poem, and I’m beginning to realize this book is very heavily focused on the Chan school, which I don’t know why I didn’t pick up on sooner? White-Robed Guan Yin is a Chan specific form, usually depicted in their bamboo grove

•Tathagata reveals his 3 baskets of scripture after everyone is done presenting their poems, feels almost like he suggested the celebration to announce these

•Each basket corresponds to scriptures of Heaven, Earth, and the Damned- a total of 15,144 FUCKING SCROLLS

•oooo Guanyin poem!! “ a golden body filled with wisdom, fringes of dangling pearls and jade, …dark hair piled smartly in a coiled-dragon bun. With brows of new moon shape and eyes like two bright stars, her jadelike face beams natural joy. …Her orchid heart delights in green bamboos; her chaste nature loves the wisteria. The living Guanyin from the Cave of Tidal Sound.”

•5 Talismans: Embroidered Cassock that will protect him from falling back into the Wheel of Transmigration, a 9 ring priestly staff that will protect him from poison or harm, 3 tightening fillets- the Golden, the Constructive, and the Prohibitive Spell.

•Guanyin thinks this will take about 2 to 3 years💀 hooooo boy….

•FLOWING SAND RIVER!!! MY 2ND FAV BOY!!!

•Green and Black complexion, Gleaming eyes like the lights beneath a stove, forked mouth with teeth like knives and swords, and disheveled red hair

•like that Wujing is using a priest staff he def took from one of the monks he ate lol

•Wujing fighting Moksa for his life only to drop everything to apologize and talk to Guanyin LMAO

•MOKSA PICKS HIM UP BY THE COLLAR AKFKAKDJDJ

•ah, so Wujing didn’t reincarnate, he was changed, STABBED OVER 100 TIMES EVERY 7 DAYS AND FORCED TO COMMIT CANNABILSM SO HE DOESNT STARVE AS PUNISHMENT- THATS JUST LOVELY😭

•I like the interpretation that he could have been trying to signal a coup by breaking the crystal cup

•Guanyin hearing about Wujing’s string of skulls: it’s a surprise tool that will help us later

•BAJIE TIME

•this idiot bro “HOW DARE YOU TRY TO GET FLOWER PETALS IN MY EYES!!” “IDIOT THAT WAS GUANYIN” “…Guanyin is here??” “LOOK UP”

•Wuneng is reincarnated, he got beat to death in Heaven for hitting on Chang’e LMAOOOOO GET REKT

•ah yes, casually mentions killing his pig family and then his life of eating humans. Lovely.

•AO LIE TIME

•I committed a little accidental arson, please bail me out

•Damn, he got a really short intro

•interesting that Guanyin id’s the Peach Banquet as Wukongs fall from grace. I would def agree with this- eating the peaches like he did was extremely reckless and the beginning of the end imo

•”who tf is talking shit up there”

•No one has ever visited Wukong, I’m guessing the Guards were horrible company

•I like how both Guanyin and Sanzang try to give Wukong a religious name- Guanyin is very happy to hear he has the Wu- prefix as well lol

•arrived in Chang’an, let the hunt begin

Chpt 9:

•Chang’an bb, all blooming flowers surrounded by 8 rivers (DAMN, that’s a lot of water)

•Guangrui got first place in the examination, good for him UwU

•SURPRISE WIFE

•”gave the girl to Guangrui as his bride” UM I THINK SHES THE ONE WHO GRABBED HIM LMAO

•Guangrui has some fated beef with these two random boatmen, Liu Hong and Li Biao- states that he was destined in a previous incarnation to be enemies with them, is this a result of bad karma?

•NOOOOOO MY GUY GUANGRUI

•Liu Hong reminds me of Liu’er Mi-*gunshot*

•since they’re at the bottom of the Hong river, which Dragon King is this?

•Golden Carp coming in clutch, nice

•LADY YIN IS SO METAL LETS GO “she hated the bandit so bitterly that she wished she could devour his flesh and sleep on his skin” DO IT GURL, KILL HIM

•damn, too bad she’s pregnant with Sanzang….dw Girl I know you would kick his ass otherwise…

•there goes his toe…

•get named River Float idiot

•damn bro chill, that wasn’t very monk-like of you

•homie got called an orphan and cried JAKDJSJFJ I FEEL BAD

•she didn’t even check the toe I THOUGHT SHE DID- WHAT WAS THE POINT LMAO

•nvmnd

•I guess licking the eyes is better than spitting on them…sigh…

•GODDAMN THEY RIPPED LIU HONG AND LI BAIO APART….good for them, deserved in fact

•Lady Yin committing suicide even after she was reunited with her husband makes sense, as there was a trend where wives whose husbands died or they were assaulted, killed themselves. This was show loyalty to their husbands and add weight to their claim of SA- Lady Yin’s husband coming back does not change the fact that everyone knows she was forcefully married :((

(I use the term ‘trend’ only as a way to describe the rise and fall in wife suicides tied to either a husbands death or as a response to SA)

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LARGE MIMIC OC

The skibidi mimic Au belongs to @cosmica-galaxy

finally finished him

NAME: Orion

NICKNAME: Ori or The NightHunter

HEIGHT: 2-3 story building

ABILITIES: fast as fuck boy, super strength, Red Glare(the Red light lens), posion claw...

APPEARANCE: He looks like a large cameraman but bigger and creepy, he's known as imposter , large mimic or... mechanical T-rex but prefers to be called The NightHunter. But he does has is own appearance unlike the others he wears blue blackcoat that help him sneak into skibidi base and alliances, his large hands or fingertips glow blue, and doesn't have spikes on his shoulders but on his back but their smaller, this can only be assumed that he became large mimic when he was teen or younger.

FACTS:

The death spiral that has been with him isn't affecting him anymore...how odd...

Orion is younger than hunter(human on the picture) but since mimic grow faster some assume Orion is older(he's still younger than the human)

The glow on his large hands or fingertips are the posion he possess, this can effect both skibidi and alliances,especially human and mimics.

Orion's IQ is not like the feral large mimics, he is smarter and more controlled which makes him sort of safe but still creepy, and his body has a lot of durability that helps him in battle, he's also slightly chubby.

Despite unable to talk well, he manages to speak few words or names being "Oxi", "Coco" and a wierd name "Dr. [CENSORED]", some units that were spying on him assume it was family.

If you reach enough trust, he mentions he was brute in the pack and the twin brother of an alpha before he was infected with death spiral, he wishes he could see him again but knows its an impossible.

PERSONALITY: Orion is rude and Rebellious towards other mimic packs, alliance units, and skibidis , except for one specific mimic pack and the Hunter's (human)"pack" , he's still rude to allies but goes easy on them, he's a cocky bastard when fighting skibidis and other large mimics even towards other allies. Will only obey if hunter is around.

RELATIONSHIP: Orion and 30 don't get along well but when 30 wants to learn more about mimics he's willing to teach them and help 30 to get along with Spike, like his father said "a pack is only strong, when theres trust and love, without it your nothing but a prey in the enemies eyes".

Spike get along with Orion when their out exploring or in battle with skibidis or mimics, cocky and Rebellious, but they both get in trouble by hunter.

Camille however, they don't get along well, not because she looks like that bitch elite but because she's a coward, he tries to teach Camille how to be brave and use her strength to protect rather than hiding it, but he tries to go easy on her, however later on they both get close.

Hunter the human and Orion are rivals, Orion just goes cocky around them, sure he can be obedient but when out killing skibidi, he's a always shows off and knows that hunter can't beat him, he won't lie he admires hunter's bravery and determination.

BACKSTORY : Orion was once a brute of his bothers pack, but one day he ends up getting infected by the death spiral, fearing for his bothers safety he left far away from the pack without telling him, unfortunately he gets taken by scientist for experimenting and improving him. He escapes, but now roams the city scaring anything that Alive. During his hunting he stumbles upon a human with small units, at first he wanted to toy with him but after the human showing no fear but instead bravery, he decides to spare them and well watch how they survive this cruel world... but why is the human Familiar

Bonus fact and drawing

Pov: your a skibidi/mimic that tried to kill the human

The small mimic with the human is a hybrid of both tv mimic and camera mimic and is adopted.

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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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Coffee Shop

❥ Valentines Drabbles: Day 7

❥ Pairing: Sick Florence x Reader

❥ Wordcount: 835

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Florence tapped her foot as she waited in line, patiently rereading the menu as she awaits her inevitable order. She's got a very specific order and she gets it every time she visits. She loves this little coffee shop, something about the cosy aesthetics drew her to the place, plus it helped that the shop was local to her house too. Plus, there was the added bonus that she’d get to see her favourite barista with every visit.

Only this time she can't exactly focus on her order, something else is bothering her. The drumming of her fingers against the counter is the same as the drumming in her temples. It’s been there ever since she woke up. An early-morning trip to a coffee shop was the only place where Florence expected she could find silence. But on this particular day, even the silence felt too loud

“Flo?” Came the sound of your voice as you recognised her from across the counter, her eyes looking up to meet your welcoming smile, “How’ve you been? It feels like ages since you last stopped by!”

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that! I’ve just been super busy lately, been away on set a lot.” She responded, trying her best to mimic her usual chippy voice but the fatigue thick in her words betrayed her efforts.

You frowned a little at her voice. It sounded strained, almost painful, “You alright there? You sound a little off”

She chuckled a little, “Yeah, just a little. I'm okay, just a little bit of a sore throat.”

“Awh, make sure you get plenty of rest then. Am I getting you the usual?”

Florence coughed a little into her elbow, “Yes please, that’d be great.”

You went forward to grab a cup for Florence’s usual chai latte but stopped. You knew she needed something else, something soothing, something like- Aha!

As you finished making her drink you hear Flo muffle such a deep and husky cough that, if you didn't know better, you'd think she was choking. But from the way she turns her head and rubs her throat you could tell it was causing her some discomfort. So, you speedily finished making her drink, sliding the cup over the counter towards her.

“There you go.” You said with a smile.

“I thought I ordered the usual?” Florence asked curiously as she took a hesitant sip of the steaming cup of tea in her hand and to surprise, it was just what she needed. Instantly she could feel some relief from the soreness at the back of her throat.

You smiled as you saw the look of relief gently wash across her features and the subtle glint of gratitude in her eyes, “I thought the tea would be better for you, help fight off that cold of yours.”

“It does feel amazing against my throat,” Florence admitted as she cradled the cup in her hands, “Thank you so much, how much do I owe you?”

You smirked as you gave her a little wink, “It’s on me, don’t worry about it.”

Her smile of thanks is genuine. She can't help but feel a lightness in her chest. A softness in her soul to see someone care so much. "You're far too kind... I can make this up to you somehow.” She says, her smile widening as she gently shifts her hands along the rim of the mug. A tinge of embarrassment creeps into her cheeks as she thinks of her own body, and the favour you so easily gave her without hesitation or demand for recompense.

You shook your head, “All you need to do is get yourself better, that’s all I ask.”

“Seriously Y/N you don’t know how much this means to me. Is that really all you want?”

“Yup, that’s all.” You smirked but you couldn’t help but fidget with your fingers as a certain idea toyed with your thoughts. If this worked then it could change your life forever and on the other hand, if it backfired miserably then you may just lose the one reason why you loved your job. With a deep, steading breath you composed yourself and reached out the grab a napkin. Using the pen from your top pocket, you quickly scribbled down a message onto it.

Florence looked at you curiously for a moment but still turned to leave, “I guess I’ll be going then-“

“No! Wait.” You hesitated for a moment but before you knew it, you picked up the napkin and handed it to her, note side down, “Theres one more thing I want.”

She opens the note and her eyes widen as she reads the message. Her cheeks flush with a shade of red that slowly crawls down her neck. "Oh... you’re really asking me this?”

You nodded, a little nervous to speak at first, “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want- I just thought- of course it’d be once you’re feeling better but-“

“Y/N, I’d love to go on a date with you.”

...and that’s how it happened. That’s how you found yourself dating the Florence Pugh. It’d been years since that fateful day and still that little napkin sat framed just beside her bed. An eternal reminder of the day you showed courage... the best day of her life.

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thebunztalk · 8 months

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Mimic story in sb theory!!!!

Uh spoilers maybe…it’s been 3/4 weeks tho

Before I start, I wanna say that I don’t believe Tales From The Pizzaplex is FULLY canon.

Yes, Mimic does exist but I don’t think his backstory and personality from the TFTP is canon, maybe there’s some aspects that Steelwool put into game!Mimic.

The proof for this, is that game!Mimic is slow. When Cassie gets chased by Mimic, she runs but her stamina drops faster than Gregory and runs slower while Mimic is even slower than Cassie. And book!Mimic hunted a group of teenagers which are faster than Cassie and yet Mimic killed the group like it was nothing…

Another proof is in TFTP, book!Mimic rips people heads and limbs off and in Ruin, Mimic’s jumpscare shows him grabbing Cassie’s head to rip her.

But when you actually look at both Mimic jumpscare

It looks like he’s trying to wack Cassie on the head instead of trying to grab or rip her and for the Mimic jumpscare without the suit, it looks like he’s putting his hand on front to Cassie’s face instead of his whole palm.

I also don’t believe GGY is canon, I mean sure, amnesia is a thing and Gregory could forgot about what he did

but then again…him being NATURALLY good at computer tech and hacking doesn’t really match to SB taken from his dialogue…

“I don’t know, it looks pretty complicated…”

It’s not that complicated actually, it’s just so much memorizing.

OK! Now let’s get officially started.

Staffbot Silo/Post it room

In my theory on Mimic, I said he’s the one writing these notes, Vanny created him for the purpose of a physical body for Glitchtrap but didn’t work, him kicking Freddy out of the main system and Mimic spying on Gregory through the caution bots/Patpats.

I’ve also talked about Mimic is the one scattered the retro cds for Gregory to find and him waiting in the fake Michael’s living room for Gregory to come see him because Mimic wants to get to know him better.

And from what you guess on the title, I want to tell about Mimic’s story before SB and in the middle of SB but let’s talk about this first.

Specifically the language. In TFTP The Mimic, a young kid named David and book!Mimic decides to make a hand sign language for Mimic to communicate

and when their father wrote in of what the language looks like…it looks like the image that I just showed you. Hopefully! I dunno, I never read TFTP but from what people said, the writing is very similar to the wall code.

Since I said that Mimic’s backstory isn’t canon how does this work? Well I said Vanny could’ve created Mimic and she is very smart, Vanny could be also the one created that hand sign language for game!Mimic to communicate better. But why?

Because in Ruin, you reach closer to the underground, Grimic’s voice sounds less human and more of a bunch of words that stuck together and when Cassie meets the real Mimic, he doesn’t speak (other than “I’m Gregory”) so that’s why Vanny created that language and in the notes you can read that was talking to someone. Like this

Now, was Mimic got put in the endo warehouse?

Maybe. Maybe, after Vanny realized that Mimic is its own being, she putted him in the warehouse with the other endos and from their walk/run cycles, it looks like they have a mimicking feature of their own…that they able to copy the Glamrocks’ AI and the wall/door to teach them. My proof that Mimic was there.

This would make sense, in a way that Vanny is trying to make Mimic just like Glitchtrap.

So I said in the beginning, that Mimic’s run cycle is very slow and he doesn’t copy the Glamrocks’ or Gregory’s.

So maybe Mimic is a slow learner when he was in the warehouse and from the post it notes, his writing is progressing to be a more steady one. So he just needs to take his time on learning how and what is surrounds him and that causes him to be a slow learner (autistic robot real).

Vanny notices this and decides to move Mimic down to Staffbot silo so the employees won’t get suspicious about Mimic and to learn at his own pace and give a lifetime supply of post it notes to Mimic.

From the look of the room, Mimic has been in the Staffbot silo for a while and he has of a more developed mind but he is still a child, he just wants to be grown up.

Connecting Caution bots

While Mimic have been staying in the Staffbot silo, employees starting to get a little too close to the truth then Vanny kills them, with her recent action being the message “All staff meeting”. That also happened to Glamrock Bonnie.

He must’ve trying to investigate about all the strange stuff that happened like the disappearances of children and the staff. The question is who Vanny used to kill Bonnie? Was it actually Monty? Roxy? Prototype Freddy? Or Mimic. If Mimic killed Bonnie, he either gotten pressured or told to just “decommission” Bonnie by Vanny. In the end, Mimic able to connect to the Patpats or he already did get connected and they’ve decommissioned Bonnie because he got to close to the truth.

Which I wanna say that the reason why, Bonnie’s eyes stopped glowing when you deactivate the Patpats is because Mimic must’ve felt guilty about killing him and decided to connect Bonnie with the Patpats too.

The start of SB

Mimic saw Gregory at his stay in the Pizzaplex through the Patpats. Mimic watched Gregory a few times when he’s trying to be in shelter, Gregory must’ve been staying in the Pizzaplex for at least two days that Mimic gets curious about him and his behavior.

Sadly, that has to end when Gregory gets caught by Vanny or Vanessa BUT Mimic has a plan, he wants to help Gregory get out of this mess then Freddy had an error moment when he saw Gregory and Vanny/Vanessa in the crowd but then he had full shut down because something kicked him out of the main system. Mimic kicked him out. That distracted Vanny/Vanessa that Gregory able to get out of their grasp.

Mimic wants to know Gregory more so he can’t just leave then he knows how to make Gregory stay little longer. Make a scavenger hunt! That’ll keep him busy. Mimic leaves the Staffbot silo but when he got out, he crashed into a bunch of boxes

He tried to put boxes in its place but he doesn’t have the time do this right now. Mimic searching for something to use in the scavenger hunt.

Now the retro cds can only be found by using Roxy’s eyes and since the Glamrocks and Mimic is connected to the AR system, Mimic could have found a bunch of data that’s complied into a cd and somehow Roxy’s eyes can make it into a reality.

Mimic found the retro cds through the AR world and scattered all of them in the Pizzaplex for Gregory to find.

Fake SL living room

Mimic is staying in the fake SL living room while Gregory’s doing his 6 hour adventure. He’s been watching Gregory in security cams and Patpats through the TV. Why did I said he watching Gregory through the TV?

Because in ruin, we can see a security footage of Gregory and Vanny so there’s a possibility that Mimic can see Gregory like this too.

Now does Mimic just sit and wait for Gregory to come and that’s it? No. I’m sure, Mimic helped Gregory along with Freddy but how?

The messages

Throughout the game, you can collect messages in the shape of a duffel bag that can help you or for lore reasons. So how Mimic can send the messages despite that in game, you’re collecting them yourself? Simple, that’s just a game mechanic.

In one of Freddy’s unused dialogues, he mentioned about one of the messages on how to get to the catwalks. So in game, you have to collect the messages but in story, Gregory got messages at random times but in certain places. And there’s this one place where you get the “PQ 1 maint” message. The first message that Gregory founds out about PQ

The same place where you can find Bonnie in Ruin (I’m on the 10 images limit but you know what I mean).

If Mimic send all of those messages to Gregory then why he sent the message about PQ despite the arcade machine could free Vanessa.

Maybe the Bonnie and all Staff meeting incident made Mimic realize something that what Vanny’s doing isn’t good or normal. Maybe he wants to free Vanny because he knew something was wrong and the only way to do that is playing PQ but it didn’t exactly work…

(I think the “HI DAVE” and “Better Employees” message was a message misread speedrun send accident or Mimic thinks it would be funny)

A challenge message

Back to fake SL living room, there’s this message behind the TV and I said that the language was created by Vanny so ONLY Vanny and Mimic knows about this language but what if i told you Mimic1/Glitchtrap also knows about it.

When you think about the translation of the message, it sounds like a taunt, a challenge.

Taken from the quote

“Break and mend, i built the breath. They hunt now, drawn to life. Not real, still keen. And frit and fraught with thought and zest and gest no blunt woes. Dodge, duck, flash, shoot, crawl, run, crash the vile band. Cry not, try not, do not hold out hope, no. Your life, your aim will save those with soul.”

“I built the breath. They hunt now”

That would make sense for Glitchtrap because he built the virus and Vanny put that into the Glamrocks causing them to be aggressive. Obviously, this message is for Gregory but it’s not message…it’s a challenge. A challenge for Gregory. Glitchtrap is taunting him to fight through the night and destroy the Glamrocks which Gregory did just that.

But how Glitchtrap able write that challenge despite he doesn’t have a physical body? Mimic also got affected by the virus in which cause Glitchtrap to control him and wrote that message. So here’s what happened

Mimic was helping and watching Gregory through the TV then he got glitched and errors, he dropped his popcorn (yes, I think Mimic was the one who carried two popcorns and eating it) Glitchtrap took control and wrote that code then he leaves and Vanny founds him.

Vanny hides Mimic to somewhere below the Staffbot silo and that place is Freddy Fazbear’s pizza place, that’s where Mimic’s story ends and y’know how it goes next,

Gregory and Freddy goes to Fazer Blast and Vanny disassemble Freddy, Gregory plays PQ 3 and freed Vanessa and which also “freed” Vanny and they eat ice cream together with Freddy being a head and Mimic saw that and he’s all sad, the 3 star fam are gone for awhile then they came back with Vanny created MXES and modified the AR world.

Now here is the interesting part

A story about a Mother and a Son

I’ll tell you one thing…there is not a single mother and son duo in the FNAF franchise. So either the mother and son is most likely a metaphor or it’s about Vanny and Mimic.

“Now i will tell you a story about a Mother and a little boy who lived alone in a cabin in the dark woods”

Vanny and Mimic lived in the Pizzaplex which they hide in dark places and the animatronics there seems aggressive.

“There was a monster in the woods but the Mother caught it and kept it locked in the basement”

The monster is Glitchtrap. Tape girl and Vanessa tries to trap Glitchtrap in different ways but the one thing about tape girl, that she had the option to delete her audio logs that was used as Glitchtrap’s hiding spot but she never deleted them…

“The monster always made scary noises at night. But the Mother would tell the boy not to worry because it could never get out. Then she would sing the boy a lullaby to sleep.”

The virus affected Glamrocks is seen killing their targets through the Patpats, Mimic asked Vanny about the disappearances but she told him not to worry/gaslighting him to not think about it.

“One day, the monster stopped growling. Instead, listened and learned the lullaby.”

Glitchtrap watched Mimic and learned the language that Mimic communicates with and used it to write the message.

“The next day when the Mother went out to find food, the monster sang the lullaby from the basement. The little boy heard the lullaby and opened the door…”

When Vanny got “freed”. The 3 star fam came back to the pizzaplex and put MXES in the underground.

MXES who is oddly similar to Glitchtrap is now the monster luring Mimic to the underground and trapped him there.

But wait…

Did MXES lured Mimic?

From most people’s theories, Gregory lured Mimic there because Mimic wants to meet Gregory. But what if Mimic’s messages to Cassie IS true.

In his first dialogues to Cassie, that SOMETHING grabbed him and he’s under the raceway and when MXES first appeared, Mimic told Cassie to “stay away from that thing”.

Then when Cassie talks to Mimic in the Monty gondolas maintenance room, Mimic said this

“I’ll explain it all when you get here. That thing is back! I gotta hide!”

It’s the fact that Mimic sounds very genuine when he’ll explain about how he can see what Cassie’s doing and he called someone “that thing”.

Was he referring to himself or to MXES because it would make sense that MXES is physically near Mimic.

Now, the very last thing to talk about

The elevator ending

In the chase scene, Mimic kept trying to run to Cassie. Maybe the reason why Mimic knocked Cassie out of consciousness was because he was desperate to have company especially when Gregory said that he’s been trapped for really long time.

Then if Mimic cut the elevator (as in destroyed the conduit) either he didn’t think that the elevator would fall or he’s so desperate that he’ll let Cassie get hurt on the way down…but I think I’ll choose that first one.

Conclusion?

Mimic is so tragic actually…same thing with book!Mimic. Anyways

AlsoiheadcanonedVannycalledMimicJimmysoMimic’sactualnameisJimmy

This theory is helped by @chaosnightgal

#fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf ruin #fnaf mimic #fnaf vanny #fnaf vanessa #fnaf gregory #fnaf glamrock freddy #fnaf cassie #tales from the pizzaplex #who is tragic and who is a liar #fnaf tftp #fnaf theory

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penguinwithitsarseonfire · 1 year

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spring breaks loose, the time is near

Pairing: Thirteenth Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 3,297

Warnings: reader is sick but the illness is never specified, so much fluff

Summary: You’re sick. The Doctor finds you in the garden and gives you company, with a hidden mission on getting you to bed.

Request: Do u write for thirteen? Bc I need some fluff. Nothing specific just hundreds of fluff. Drown me in fluff. Have me regenerate in fluff. Let me be gay in le fluff. Fluff.

A/N: Apologies if sick!fics aren’t your thing, I’m currently sick spicy positive which is a whole bag and a half so this is where my brain was leaning when I thought of fluff. I hope you enjoy!!

You loved gardens.

There was something about them that made you feel safe. The warm sun on your face, not too harsh, speckled through the overhanging trees. The sound of the bees flitting through the early spring buds, wrapping around your heavy frame and throbbing mind. The gentle breeze, bringing with it all the familiar smells of home, of the first flowers, and of the bright green leaves that lifted themselves to the sun.

And the sun – oh, the sun. It was moments like this where you understood why sunflowers turned towards it. Why they shaped themselves yellow to match it, why they built themselves taller, spread their petals wider, all to capture as much of the sun as they could.

It was warm.

Fatigue ached at your bones, one the main cons to being sick, you thought. It pulled your fragile limbs into the concrete beneath you, made every innocuous movement, the turn of your head, the blinking of your eyes, as weighted and heavy as the many heavy bags you had been forced to pick up in your lifetime.

And your eyes? They were hit with it the worst.

Your eyes were heavy, drooping like the petals from the irises next to you, the spring weather still too early for them to reach the light. One wrong move, and you wouldn’t be surprised if they fell away from you. You closed your eyes, letting your head rest into your knees – which wasn’t good for your chest, but any other position put too much strain on your body – and let your back capture the sunlight around you.

You had found the garden a few months ago, after talking about – complaining about, rather – on how much you missed a good garden. Travelling with the Doctor was wonderful, really, it truly was, but on days like this, nothing beat a cosy garden.

The Doctor had looked surprised when the garden first appeared. She had been adamant that while it was a “great idea, seriously, would love a bunch of bees in the place – ooh or maybe a bird or two! Always had a fondness for a woodpecker,” that it just wouldn’t be practical.

Yet, the garden was here, and it was a wonderful reprieve from the little sick bubble your bedroom had grown into.

Familiar footsteps floated into your hearing. You didn’t want to look up, comfortable in your huddled position on the ground. The concrete was hard against you, but it reflected the sun onto your arms, which, again, was warm.

An equally familiar clearing of the throat pulled you from your position. You were met with soft eyes and a soft smile, and tried to mimic the smile in turn. You weren’t sure if the Doctor could see it, you couldn’t feel your eyes crease or the warmth of it lift your cheeks. The Doctors gaze grew warmer though, adoring.

You gave her a slow, heavy nod. “Hey Doc,”

The Doctor considered you for a moment. Her hair was slightly curled, wavy and relaxed in the way the Doctor so often wasn’t. She was holding two mugs, one, a mug with dogs printed across the ceramic. Another, painted with the sharpie scribblings of the language from Gallifrey. It was a familiar mug, one the Doctor had made for you in a past face, when she had been a bit more obsessed with bowties, but still loved a fez.

She held out the sharpie mug, giving you a small grin. “Hey, I figured some tea would help.”

You lifted an arm, making a rather pathetic attempt at a grabby hand. Your fingers closed into a fist once, then twice, before collapsing into the ground.

The Doctor chuckled softly and chose to crouch down beside you. She crossed her legs, lightly bumping her shoulder with yours as she passed you the mug. The tea was the perfect colour, just warm and dark enough that you knew she made it right.

“I don’t want to make you sick,” you commented, your voice apologetic.

The Doctor took a sip of her tea, before screwing up her face. “Might have over brewed this sorry,” then turned to you. “I’m a Time Lord y’know, have you ever seen me sick?”

You scrunched up your face at that, forehead creasing in the most dramatic display of emotions you had been successful with since falling sick. You crawled through your mind, searching for a memory – any memory, that even hinted that the Doctor had been sick. You’d known her long enough… so surely.

Except the memories were hazy, pulling away from you with every attempt to burrow deeper.

The Doctor gave you an insufferable, triumphant grin. “See, told you. I’ll be fine.”

You tried not to show how much you adored the way her eyes sparkled when she said it. The worst thing you could do was feed into it.

You took a careful sip of the tea, letting out a small, delighted breath as the warm liquid met your tongue and throat. You hadn’t realised how itchy your throat had been, how your vocal cords clawed against one another, grating and painful. You smiled again, hopefully larger than your earlier one. “It’s perfect, thank you.”

The Doctors grin changed, from smug to silently pleased, and, not for the first time, you wanted to kiss her.

It was moments like this when she made you feel held, when she made you feel cherished.

Clouds pooled above you, snuffing out the sun. It wriggled down your back, making you shiver. In protest, you gave the sky a half-hearted glare.

“How is it,” you mused disappointedly. “That in a perfect ship, in a perfect room, clouds still manage to block the sun?”

A ladybug twirled around you then, and you spilled pearls of laughter. You scrunched up your nose as it came in close to your eyes, and you realised, rather belatedly, that the TARDIS had sent it your way.

You smiled up into the sky, a silent thank you.

“The garden’s mimicking your home’s weather,” the Doctor said. “Doing it in real time too,” her voice was so matter of fact that, for a moment, you almost believed that she had designed the room.

But then your mind fell back to the look of surprise that had stretched across her face when she had found you in it, marvelling at the sunset that pooled itself over the skyline, oranges, pinks, and reds tangled in the clouds.

It fell into her saying “the amount of work it would take to build an entire ecosystem isn’t worth it,” the memory hazy and brittle. Yet she had stood there, eyes fond as you first took her in, standing under the setting sky and bubbling with excitement, and you weren’t sure she hadn’t been involved.

So, you tested it, letting your mouth turn into a conspiratorial smirk. “How do you know that?”

The Doctor shrugged, waving her free hand. “It’s pretty obvious, don’t you think? It feels like you.”

Your head cocked to the side, taking in her words. The garden felt warm, safe, but you hadn’t realised it felt like… you. Or, more importantly, that the Doctor had a place in her mind that, when reminded of you, recognised it as a feeling.

You hadn’t realised you were that special.

The Doctors voice dropped lower then. If she were anyone else, you would dare to suggest it was shy. “I’m glad you like the tea.”

“Of course, I do,” you said. “You always make it how I like it, and it’s in my favourite mug and everything.”

The Doctor brightened then, her face moved into a look of surprise, eyebrows raised and smile delighted, the same look she had given you when you had first found the garden. “That’s your favourite mug?”

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. For you, it was obvious. “Well, you made it for me, so of course it is,” you said, before adding. “Even if I don’t know what it means.”

The Doctors face matched yours, eyebrows drawing to her nose, giving it that familiar scrunch that had never, not once, failed to make your heart freeze. “Nah, I totally told you, didn’t I?”

And you let out a soft laugh. “No Doctor, you never have.”

And she shrugged again, face falling into… you couldn’t quite describe it. You mind was hazy, and it couldn’t pick the careful blank expression the Doctor had schooled her features into.

She looked away from you then, gesturing around you. “You like the garden?”

And it was your turn to frown again, but you were used to the way the Doctor would flip a conversation, peel away from it the moment anything got too sentimental for her.

Which made you burn with curiosity – what did the mug say?

You didn’t press it, instead, turning towards the view. Now, the garden was lovely. It wasn’t any garden you recognised. Pots lined the brick wall behind you, stood on the small patch of cement where you sat. By your side was a long iron bench, the metal twisted to mimic tree branches.

Above you, a tall oak shielded you from the sun, allowing just enough of the sunlight to peak through the crack, warming your face and your back. But it was the small stream that you couldn’t quite get over. It spilled from next to the doorway, small enough that you could walk through, and the water would barely hit your ankles. Steppingstones no larger than a dinner plate weaved through it, and you had taken dizzying steps on them only moments before.

Stretched beyond you was simply green. Plants spilled around you, wildflowers, shrubbery, and a few alien plants you couldn’t identify, with purple stalks and glowing leaves.

It really was wonderful.

Slowly, the clouds parted again, and you turned your face up into the sun, basking in the warmth.

“I love it,” you breathed, eyes closed as they met the light. “It’s so warm in here. I was going stir-crazy in my room.”

The Doctor let out a breath that you swore sounded like relief, bright and airy, like it was lifting a weight from her shoulders. “Good, I’m really glad about that.”

You peeled open an eye, turning to her slightly so you could look at her. You parroted past works back to her. “And here I thought a garden wasn’t practical.”

The Doctor shrugged, not catching that you were watching her. Her ears went red, and she subtly brushed her hair over them. “Yeah well, the TARDIS does crazy things when I’m not looking. She’s always trying to replace the pool.”

Once, you had sat with her in the console room, papers from different notebooks scattered around you, hastily drawn, and just as hastily torn from their bindings. They had been filled with ideas; a popcorn room, an extension to the library, notes upon notes on how to upgrade the pool.

Form memory, it had never been the TARDIS who was building or designing the rooms in here.

You closed your eye, tilting your head back to capture more of the sun. Careful eyes fell onto your frame, warm and familiar. You could feel the way the Doctors gaze tracked your face, your hair, your hands clasped securely on your tea.

Your face went warm, flushed on your nose, your cheeks, and down your neck. You hoped the Doctor chalked it up to the sun, and not the… well. The everything you felt for this mad Time Lord in a box.

A box she, occasionally, had far more control over than she gave herself credit for.

“I really do love it,” you said again, voice as quiet as the nearby stream. “It feels like home.”

You let the weight of that statement hang in the air, as heavy and as full as your fatigued bones. Your it feels like you, was left unsaid.

You took another sip of your tea, delighting in how perfectly made it really was. It was warm, but not to the extent that it would burn your tongue, and when it came from the Doctor, it was never bitter. The Doctor had always taken careful consideration of your tea, and had never brewed it wrong since… Since giving you this mug, actually.

“And the tea,” you added, pausing to take another sip. “It’s wonderful.”

You heard the smile in her voice, the self-satisfied grin that you never wanted to admit you loved. “Well, I’ve gotten pretty handy with the tea, haven’t had a falling out with the kettle since…” she paused then, voice trailing into memory. “Think I might’ve been Scottish then.”

You laughed then, because of course that was the case. You thought of the Doctors wild hair and equally perturbed temper back then, and yeah, you could easily picture just how the Doctor would have a falling out with a kettle.

Your laughter bubbled into a violent cough. It wrang through your frame, twisting into your chest with stringy hands, gripping into your lungs and your sternum with white knuckled fists. The cough racked up into your throat, your body bowling forward, some of your tea sloshing out of the mug.

You winced, groaning at the sudden onslaught. Belatedly, you looked up at the Doctor, whose horrified expression fell into one of concern. “Your coughing has gotten worse.”

You shrugged. “It happens. I’m sick.”

The Doctor nodded, eyes going hard as her expression fell into what you had dubbed as her ‘thinking face’. It was a familiar sight, one that, despite the features, whether it was a blonde head, bushy eyebrows, or a particularly large chin, caused the Doctors face to tighten, eyebrows creasing and mouth falling into a tight line.

You had memorised all the Doctors expressions, the way they echoed in her hazel eyes and bright smile. You tried not to think about why you had done so.

“We need to get you to bed,” she said finally, her voice with the same punch of finality as she gave the fam when finalising a plan, or when she was telling someone off when they did something particularly dumb when she was saving the day.

Yet, you fought it. You let out a near petulant groan, letting your head rock back into your knees. “But it’s warm here.”

“It can be warm in bed too,” she countered. “Where you should be resting. You humans, your bones are so frail, you need to let your body mend”

You picked your head up simply to glare at her, but it was half-hearted at best. “My bones aren’t the problem here.”

You ignored the fatigue, how it pressed into your arms, your legs, and the curve of your spine.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow. “Humour me? I made you tea.”

And yeah, she had done that, hadn’t she.

With a dramatic sigh, you nodded. “I suppose rest would probably help.”

The smile the Doctor gave you was reward enough. It spilled out from her, brighter and warmer than the sun that sat above you. You would do anything for that smile.

The Doctor stood, offering you her hand. You took it carefully, gripping tight as she helped pull you into a stand. Dizziness clawed across your vision, spotty and hazy, threatening to spin you downwards.

In an instant, the Doctor’s arms were around you, her own mug of tea forgotten on the cement. Her hold on you was solid, wrapped tight against your frame, warm against your waist and your chest.

Her voice was like honey against the base of your ear, pooling and circling down your spine. “You okay,” she asked, and it rocked you forward, making you shiver.

You nodded belatedly. “Yeah,” you said, and you couldn’t tell if your breathlessness was because of your illness, or because of her. “I’m okay.”

As close to you as she was, you felt, rather than saw the Doctor’s nod in acknowledgement.

“Let’s get you to bed then,” she said, her breath falling onto the back of your neck, making the hair there stand.

Still gripping your mug, the Doctor guided you over the steppingstones.

You really loved this garden. The grass was soft under your bare feet, the sun wrapped around your frame, and with your hand in the Doctors, it felt like this garden truly was made for you.

And oh.

Your voice was small when you tested it again. “You said a garden was impractical,” you said. “Yet you did it anyway.”

The Doctor froze, her grip on you tightening ever so slightly. The water lapped at her ankles, just missing the hem of her trousers. Her reply was clipped when she spoke, embarrassed. “Rule 1.”

The Doctor lies.

It was a half-hearted response, and one you scoffed at that. Her rules, as she had once called them, weren’t something she really often referred to these days. Well, besides the no-wandering off rule, but that wasn’t something she really stuck with herself.

Besides, the Doctor wasn’t often one to lie after doing something to make you happy. It was baffling.

“You said it wasn’t worth it,” you pressed.

The Doctor ignored you, instead saying. “C’mon, my feet are getting wet, and I’m wearing socks.”

It was like blinking. One moment, you were in the garden, the sun warm and the Doctors grip firm. Next, you were falling into bed, body collapsing into the pillows and sheets that were stacked against the head.

Your body practically melted, the bed capturing every ache in your bones, every fatigued and weary muscle. You let a small, easy groan, letting your mattress and blankets wrap around your frame.

You wouldn’t admit to the Doctor that she was right. But to yourself? Yeah, she was right. Rest is just what you needed.

Your weariness overtook you, clouding over your eyes and pulling down your neck. Your body was as tired as your mind, and although a part of you, the part that wanted to stay awake for the mere pleasure of spending more time with the Doctor, protested loudly in your mind. It was quickly stifled by how tired you were.

A lazy yawn consumed you, reaching through your frame as you buried your head into your pillow. You mumbled a soft thank you to the Doctor, but the sound came out muffled, like a ‘thnkoo’ than any discernible word.

You heard her chuckle then, voice low and fond, and her hand found your back. She moved her hand over your shoulder blades and into the centre of your back, slowly and languidly. Almost unconsciously, almost, because you loved it,you leaned into her.

“Get some sleep,” you heard her say, as sleep danced across the edges of your mind.

You nodded, your heartbeat slowing, your mind quieting.

In the silence, as you began to waltz with sleep, not quite unconscious, but not awake enough to trust your sense of hearing, your sense of feeling. A light pressure met your forehead, brushing against the space just above where your eyebrows met. The kiss was warm, safe, and if you had the energy, you would have leaned into it.

The Doctors fingers brushed against your hair, tucking some loose strands behind your ear. She paused for a moment, as if debating something, before, just as softly, she kissed you again, in the place where your face met your ear.

“The mug,” the Doctor spoke softly, voice so quiet that, were her lips not next to your ear, you may have missed it all together. “I wrote ‘I cherish you,’ that’s what it says.”

Your tumbled into sleep, mind turning into a haze, the Doctors final words falling through you like water through a sieve.

“You’ve always been worth everything,” she said. “I cherish you.”

A/N^2: Just a reminder I’m taking requests! Please read my rules before sending anything in. Also a HUGE thank you to everyone who sprinted with me in the thirsting for thirteen server, I adore you all so so much, and this fic wouldn’t have been written otherwise.

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ellethespaceunicorn · 11 months

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Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 9

Chapter 9: She Walks Through Her Sunken Dream

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI

Fandom: Night Hunter

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC

Word count: 3.8K

Summary: Kamaria Mansfield is hired at the Minnesota Police Department as an intern. Detective Walter Marshall is overworked and unsatisfied. Takes place post-film.

Chapter Summary: It’s girls' night with Nina and Sophie and the night does not go as planned.

Chapter warnings: forced drug use, dissociation, abduction, mention of SA

A/N: I have been dreading this chapter. But at this point, I just have to post it before I put this story in my back pocket and ride off into the sunset. This chapter is very personal to me. If you or anyone you know is struggling to cope with the aftermath of SA, you have options to get help. Please don’t hesitate to get help, you deserve to heal. Un-beta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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Cover Art by me, model for Cover Art credits

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Walter’s POV

“I swear I’m okay with it.” I wasn’t okay with it. Why would I be fine with my girlfriend going out in that outfit while there was danger lurking around every corner?

“You’re really not okay with it, and that’s not a terrible thing. You’re my boyfriend and you think I look hot and maybe you think I look too hot to be going out without you,” She finishes putting her earrings on and I just watch her, “I’m torn between finding this very flattering and very annoying. And I’m going to remind you again that I will be with Nina and Sophie and they’ve got my back.”

“I know they’ve got your back, I just know what will be going through those men’s heads.” I cross my arms and look down at her, trying to appear less worried.

“Care to share? Or am I supposed to think that’s enough to keep me inside tonight?” She crosses her arms and looks up at me defiantly. She’s cute when she mimics me, but I try to ignore this.

“Men think they’re owed everything. It’s why they buy you drinks. It’s because they think you’re for sale. Men are–”

“Pigs. Yes, I’ve heard. From you. More than once, my love,” She slipped on her shoes at the door and I was fuming by the time she grabbed her keys, “Walter, you are driving me to and from the club. I can’t make this any easier on you. Aside from letting you join us inside.”

“Which I’m not opposed to!”

“Uh huh, you told me. You are not ruining girls' night by bringing your big scary self in there.” She reaches up to my face and pulls me down for a chaste kiss, just enough to shut me up, “Now, drive me to the club. And when I come back, you are gonna hold me down and make me take every inch of you in any way you want for however long you want. Is that clear?”

“So now you make the rules, Princess?”

“When it comes to this specific instance, yes. Because otherwise, you’d keep me locked in a tower for my safety.”

“Stop giving me ideas, love. You know how my mind works.”

“Right, well let’s go before you start pricing towers.” Her tiny hand grabs mine and starts to lead me out of her apartment.

The drive to the club is mostly quiet. A mixture of her excitement and my apprehension creates a strange atmosphere that only affects me it would seem. She’s been tapping out a rhythm on her thigh the entire ride and she seems keen to be going out. Perhaps she needed this more than I originally thought.

As I pull up across the street from the club, she’s taking out her phone and texting the girls. I just watch her and try and school my face into a neutral expression.

“Walter, stop.”

“Stop what?” I genuinely thought I was doing well.

“I can hear your brain doing somersaults,” She looks over to me and dons a pitying smile, “The girls are coming down the street, see? I’m gonna go and you’re gonna leave and not stay here all night. I will text you when the girls and I are leaving. They took an Uber here, so we might Uber back, or by the look on your face, you’ll be picking me up. Now, tell me you love me and you trust me.”

“I love you and I trust you. I just–”

“Nope. That was all I needed. I love you, Walter. I’ll see you in a few hours, ok?” Before she can reach for the door handle, I lean in to brush my lips against hers. If I linger there for a moment, she doesn’t seem the mind.

“Have fun, Princess. I’ll see you soon.”

She exits my truck and walks a few feet to where Nina and Sophie are standing. They hug and make their way across the street to Club Echo. I stay and watch until she walks inside. Chewing the inside of my cheek, I force myself to drive away.

Kamaria’s POV

As we walk into the club, the blare of Megan Thee Stallion playing bumps around us. Heading to the bar first, we all get a couple of jolly rancher shots to get us started. The mixture of amaretto, melon liquor, grenadine, and Sprite goes down easier than I expected.

Ordering an amaretto sour, I turn to look around the bar and survey my surroundings. You don’t date a detective without learning a thing or so. I make sure to remember where the bathrooms are, there is the main entrance and also an emergency exit to the left of where the DJ booth sits.

When I turn back around, my drink is in front of me and I pick it up taking a generous sip. When I see the girls have their drinks, I hold mine up and we toast to the night ahead. We decide to finish our drinks at the bar before moving to the dance floor.

We find the perfect spot close to the DJ as Twerkulator by City Girls starts up. The liquor in my veins paired with my rising body heat from dancing had me feeling blissful. So on cloud nine, I didn’t think twice as I felt two hands on my hips. It wasn’t until I picked up on the unmistakable feeling of a clothed erection against my ass that I came to my senses.

As I tried to move out of the grasp of who was holding me, they just held on tighter and pulled me flush against them. I tried to reach for their hands, but they just held my arms behind my back. I attempted to crane my neck to find the girls when a large paw held my jaw in place.

When a college-aged boy comes to stand in front of me, I notice his pupils are blown wide behind his glasses. A telltale sign of drug use. He’s moving offbeat from the song but no one else seems to notice. Just like no one notices him opening my mouth and putting a small pink tablet between my lips.

Instantly, my brain has to decide. Fight, flight, freeze, or fawn? The numbness of fear washes over me as I concede my fate and I freeze. My body stiffens and my conscious mind retreats to the background as I swallow the tablet.

I can’t hear his voice, but I can see the boy’s lips moving. He’s saying ‘Kiss me’, I think. The arms that were around me suddenly let go and move me forward. His lips are so pink. And he’s got such a handsome smile.

The music is really loud.

The lights are moving so fast.

It’s so hot in here.

He’s looking over my shoulder and nodding. I try to see what he is looking at, but he catches my jaw before I can turn. His skin on mine feels like electricity and I move my hand to his face, my thumb caressing his cheek. He looks so pretty. Does he taste pretty too?

Need to taste him.

He’s leaning in. He’s so soft like he’s shy at kissing.

Not Walter. Walter’s not shy at kissing.

“Where…Walter?” Can he hear me? He’s looking over my shoulder again, this time he’s shaking his head.

“Where…Nina? Sophie?” Head hurts. Can’t think.

Blackness.

Walter’s POV

The last thing I said to her was ‘I’ll see you soon.’ Those words keep echoing in my brain. I know I couldn’t have done anything differently. My actions didn’t cause what happened. I didn’t hand her over to her captors.

So, why then does it feel like this wasn’t a random incident?

I’ve traced our steps back as far as I can remember. I’ve interviewed so many people from the club, including the twins who were the last to see her. They’re almost as shell-shocked as I am.

They never saw the guys that took Kam. The cameras in the club barely picked up anything. The footage from the back of the club shows her being carried out and placed into a van before it drives off. Nothing from inside of the club that’s of any help.

I can’t help but think that I’m missing something. Checking my watch, I see it’s about 3:00 pm. It’s been about forty-one hours since I dropped her off outside of the club. I’ve slept maybe a handful of those hours. I can’t get her smile out of my head. I refuse to go home until I have her with me.

Everyone knows the first forty-eight hours are the most important in an abduction case. There are television shows and documentaries about it. I don’t want to think about the fact that the odds of finding her decrease by 50% after the first two days. But how could I not?

I’ve been here before. I’ve spoken to victims’ families. I’ve seen so many people found, but it doesn’t erase the bodies that are uncovered. We’re not going to find her body, we’re going to find her safe and alive.

I’m all she has. She has no one but me. And I refuse to let her down.

Near the forty-fifth hour, everything changes when Commissioner Harper comes into my office. He’s walked on eggshells around me since this whole thing started. I would have done the same, shoe on the other foot.

“I just got a call about a woman who was admitted to Hennepin County Medical Center. She matches Kamaria’s description. Wanna take a drive?” His words are slow and meant to not stir up hope, it would seem.

I’m up out of my seat so fast, the chair falls over behind me. “I’m driving.”

I’m silent on the drive there. So is Harper, thankfully. I pull into one of the spots designated for police and turn off the truck. With my hand on the door handle, I pause and turn to him. “If it’s not her–”

“We’ll cross that bridge if we come to it. For now, just follow me. Let’s go.” I’m grateful for his presence in this situation. I don’t want to think about doing this on my own.

We flash our badges at the reception desk and Harper confirms with the nurse that they have a young woman matching Kam’s details upstairs. After we’re given the location and directions, we make our way through various hallways. Rounding a corner, we find another nurse’s station. As Harper talks with the nurse, I look toward the end of the hall feeling impatient.

The nurse gets up and beckons us to follow her down the hallway. Knocking on the door to a room, the nurse then enters and allows us in after her. I look up and lock eyes with the patient in the bed and let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

“Walter?” Her tiny voice is no more than a whisper as she tries to sit up on the gurney.

“Don’t try to get up, dear,” The nurse standing next to me pushes me toward Kam with a smile, “You can go ahead. We’ll be right outside.” She takes Harper back to the hallway and shuts the door.

When I reach her bedside, I don’t know what to do but look at her. I notice the I.V. in her right hand, the blood pressure cuff on her left arm, the oxygen tube running under her nose, and various bandages decorating her face and hands. I’ve never seen her look so…this.

“I never thought I would see you again. I was so…scared,” She reaches out to me at the last word, and I wrap my arms around her as she sobs. She clutches at my jumper and I let loose the tears that I refused to shed the last two days.

Holding her in my arms again feels like the first time. She feels different, altered from her ordeal. The cruel yet realistic worry runs through my mind and I feel nauseous. I’m afraid to ask about it and just like always, she can read my thoughts.

When I lean back from our embrace, she looks up at me with shame in her eyes. I recognize it as a symptom of sexual assault victims and it breaks my heart.

“I let them take my clothes as evidence. I consented to have a medical forensic exam performed. They’re having me tested for STDs. And hopefully, they can find out what I was drugged with at the club,” She is still clinging to my pullover as if I would ever ask her to let go of me, “We’re both victims of this trauma and we need to be there for each other if we want to heal. But I understand if this is too mu–”

“I’m going to stop you right there. I love you, Kam. This is not too much. I will do anything in my power to help you heal, including doing the work to heal myself,” I caress her cheek and wipe away a stray tear, “But there is something I don’t understand. Why would they let you go?”

“They didn’t let me go exactly,” At my confused expression, she elaborates, “If…Justin…hadn’t been there, I–”

“Justin?”

“He’s the reason I got away. I thought he was one of my abductors, but he might be just another victim.”

“Where’s Justin now?”

“Walter, he’s not who did this to me.”

“But he knows who did, Kam. He could help us find who hurt you, so please let him help us. Where is Justin?”

“Promise me no one will hurt him?”

“You know I can’t promise that. As an accomplice to kidnapping, he could end up facing the same charges up to and including prison time.”

“It was worth a shot to ask,” Taking a deep breath, she looks past me where Harper and the nurse stand talking outside of the window, “I told him to wait in the lobby, he should still be there. Glasses, messy chestnut hair, he said he was 21 but he looks all of 16 at best. He’s skittish so take it slow if you can.”

I nod, clearly not excited about having to take it easy on this kid. I can’t see him as a “kid” anyway, whether or not he hurt her, he’s an accomplice to kidnapping at the very least. Taking it easy is about to have to have an asterisk in the definition.

“Walter?” She reaches up to smooth out the frown lines on my face. I nod for her to speak, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I say, realizing I am unsure of where to plant a kiss. On the lips seems too much post-assault, as did the neck. A kiss on the hand felt like not enough, but my lips need to touch her before I–

“Kiss my forehead, Walter. You know I love a forehead kiss.”

I really need to learn to quiet my thoughts around her. Damn mind reader…

As I exit the hospital room, I pull Harper to the side and explain what Kamaria has told me. They can have the warrant for his arrest as soon as we make it to the station. When we head back down to the lobby, I make sure the exits are covered so he can’t run. Looking around the room, I spot him in the corner and he looks scared already.

Originally, I thought I would have a uniformed cop arrest him. But there’s no way I’m not getting involved in this. And anyone would be dumb to try and stop me.

I sit in the chair to the right of Justin, Harper sitting to the left. His hands are in his lap, one knee bouncing as he opens his mouth.

“Is Kamaria doing okay? I want her to be okay.” He sniffles, bringing a hand up to chew at his thumbnail.

“You actually sound like you care about her,” Harper speaks evenly, appearing to be empathetic.

I guess that makes me Bad Cop™.

“I do care about her, I lo–”

“If you’re about to say you love her, save it for court. Nobody is gonna believe you here, kid. And I honestly doubt a judge will believe you either.” I scoffed. My blood is boiling, this kid has to be fucking with us. I’m about two seconds from throwing him against the nearest wall, setting be damned.

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter what you think about me. It matters what she thinks. And she knows that I love her. Just ask her.” Justin pleads, looking between Harper and me.

“Let’s say she knows you love her. Does she love you, Justin?” Harper countered, turning to face the kid.

“She…kissed me.” The kid actually smiles and touches his lips like a fucking teen romance movie character. I can’t take any more of this.

“Mazel Tov! Who gives a shit?” Even Harper is getting agitated, no longer speaking calmly.

“I didn’t have to hurt her to get her to touch me. She would beg me just to–”

“On the list of things that will help you, finishing that sentence is not one of them.” Judging from the height of Harper’s eyebrows and the look of sheer terror on Justin’s face, I got my point across.

“I second that. Look, work with us here. If you can help us find who hurt you, we can work on lowering your sentence,” Harper puts a reassuring hand on Justin’s shoulder, “But that is only if you agree to work with us. Trust me, a kid like you in Gen Pop? They’ll eat ya alive.”

“Can you keep us safe from him?” Us. He said ‘us’.

“When you say ‘us’, you mean…” Harper trails off, letting Justin clear up his answer.

“Keep me and Kamaria safe. If he finds out she’s here and that I brought her? He’ll gut us both. I can’t let her get hurt.”

“She’s not your responsibility. Let us worry about her. You’ve got other things to worry about, like helping us find this nutjob. I don’t suppose you have a name or a location for us?” How dare he think he has some claim to her…

“I only know him as Sir,” He pauses, suddenly looking a bit green in the face, “But I can show you where he kept us. It’s about an hour away, near Twin Lakes Beach. I drove past another hospital to get to this one outside the county. I stole his keys and I just drove. You can’t let him find us.” Justin starts to sob and I feel numb. Had it been under any other circumstances, I would have had some type of feeling. But it’s too close, too personal.

“You can show us on a map where he is, then we’ll get you down to the station and take your statement.” Harper claps a hand on Justin’s knee and nods to a uniformed cop to bring a map over.

“I think it’s better if I don’t go on the search team, for obvious reasons. I’ll be upstairs if I’m needed.” I get up, making it clear I want nothing more to do with this at the present moment.

Walking toward the elevators, I hear Justin ask what the ‘obvious reasons’ were. As the elevator closes around me, Harper replies, “Don’t worry about it.” Yeah, that’s probably the best move right now. If he knows I’m the boyfriend, he may be less likely to speak.

Finding my way back to Kam’s room, I see that she’s sitting up in bed. She notices me walking by and motions for me to come in.

“I assume he was still down there. You’ve got the grumpy face.” She says, reaching out for my hand. I take hold of hers and sit in the chair next to the bed.

“One of these days, I will learn how to train my face. It won’t be this week, though.” Chancing a glance at her, I can’t help but think about what Justin said.

‘I didn’t have to hurt her to get her to touch me…’

“I know you have questions. And I swear I will answer all of them. Just, please not tonight? I’m sorry, I just can’t.” Sizable tears roll down her face and my heart breaks.

I shake my head. Partly out of fear of my voice cracking, and partly because I don’t want any answers. I’ve never been in this situation before, but it feels a lot like guilt. Like it was my fault this happened. I know it isn’t. But why does it hurt so much?

I’m pulled out of my interior monologue by my phone ringing. I clear my throat and answer it. I hear the three words spoken clear as day, but I still ask the officer to repeat herself. I acknowledge and end the call.

Why am I so awestruck by this news? This is good, right?

Oh.

“Walter, what is it? You’re freaking me out a little.” Her voice sounds worried, but also far away. Like, maybe she feels what I feel.

“They found him. He’s been taken into custody. We got him.” I try to hide that I wish they had killed him, so she didn’t have to see her rapist again.

“That’s…good,” She is attempting to convince both of us that this isn’t worse than the alternative, “He can go to prison…and I’ll probably…have to…testify.” Her heart monitor starts to make noise, her chest rising and falling quickly.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was having a panic attack. Two nurses come in to check the monitor, I step back to let them work but Kam’s hand reaches out for mine. When she’s calmed down, the nurses take their leave and we’re alone again.

“We don’t have to think about that tonight. The only thing that matters is that we’re together, we’re safe, we love each other, and neither of us is going anywhere,” I kiss her hand and link our fingers, “Repeat it back to me.”

“We’re together, we’re safe, we love each other, and neither of us is going anywhere.” When her voice breaks, so does my resolve. I need to hold her again. I need to feel that she’s safe.

I wrap my arms around her, her bawling and my silent tears keeping us locked in a state of sadness. Even if we cry, it feels better with her in my arms knowing she is safe.

If I have to cry with her every night for the next fifty years, I’ll do it with no questions asked. That’s a promise.

Chapter 10

A/N: The songs that I listened to nonstop while writing this chapter were All Night by Chance the Rapper and Life on Mars originally by David Bowie. I linked to the version by Trey Songz because I really love that interpretation. Ok, yes, maybe I watched Sebastian Stan’s episode of Law & Order and had a crush on his character and included him in this story. I needed an accomplice and Justin was so adorable and pliable.

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Keyhole | Pt 2 💠🖤

Dottore & Pantalone x reader | 3.3k words | 18+

Part 1 | Part 2 📍

Description: Pantalone gets his way.

Reader specifications: woman AFAB she/her | switch reader with both elements of domming and subbing written into the fic. This part is mostly subbing with you in a hierarchy that goes Pantalone > You > Dottore OR Pantalone > You >= Dottore

Character specifications: Dottore [switch!dottore, dottore likes being pegged :), socially inept Dottore, probs OOC tried my best, total disregard for his clones] Pantalone [dom!pantalone, he’s a sadist through and through to me, he’s also an asshole here] Both [they’re past fuckbuddies]

Tags: sft [dottore is bad at feelings as per usual, blackmail] nsft [dark themes, pegging, riding, vibrators, sex toys, non-consensual voyeurism, mentions of other kinks, cucking, yes dottore gets cucked lol, bondage, initially dubious consent, cunnilingus, nasty sex lol, degradation, sex fluids in mouth, edging, thighfucking, this part of fic is basically all porn]

Note: Sorry for the slight delay but I still managed didn’t I :D I haven’t wrote smut since my first Dottore fic so it was a tough thing to write. Hope you enjoy :)

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Pantalone is the last person you expected to see that night.

Dottore doesn’t explain anything. His mouth is etched into a flat line. Pantalone stands behind him, smiling as always with a practised genuineness and a friendly greeting. The two men take up the entire doorway of your small apartment within the Fatui facility, and for a moment, you think you must’ve did something horribly wrong.

“Would you like to come in?” You offer, looking to Dottore for approval. His expression doesn’t shift, but he marches in to the small living space, sinking down onto the sofa. For a brief moment you’re aware of his anger, something incredibly volatile bubbling inside of him- the rigid movements, the clenched fists. And for a moment, you feel nothing except pity for the man that can’t seem to catch a break these days.

Pantalone nods before also letting himself in. “How has your evening been, (Y/N)?”

It’s hard to understand anything that’s currently going on. Did Dottore intentionally invite Pantalone around for after-dinner drinks? To your place specifically? Did he just invite himself? “Uh, fine. It’s been fine. Did you enjoy your meal?”

“It was wonderful, thank you for asking,” Pantalone replies, shuffling out of his coat. You reach to him for it, placing it on the hooks by the door. “I’ll have to take you to that restaurant one day, I think a lady like yourself would-“

Dottore, clearly growing irritated, calls out, “Tell her why you’re here. I would appreciate it if this was over as soon as possible.”

You can tell his teeth are gritted and worry begins to swamp your thoughts. Pantalone merely looks down at you through his glasses. You can see your reflection in them, wide eyed, nervous. He clears his throat, beckoning you to follow him to the sofa. You pick the loveseat across from him, slowly setting yourself down and observing how Dottore shifts his entire body closer to the armrest, away from Pantalone. It’s a gesture that attempts to mimic disgust, yet also indicates fear.

You feel like a guest within your own home.

“I’ll get to the point, shall I? I was in the right place at the right time, and overheard some rather… interesting things occurring between you and my colleague.”

Dottore leans his head backwards, sighing in exasperation. Your eyes dart between the two men. Surely Pantalone wasn’t implying…?

Oh archons, he was, wasn’t he?

“Lord Harbinger, I’m so sorry-“

And he laughs. He’s always smiling, always laughing, always so overwhelmingly friendly. You’ve never quite gotten the sense that there’s a threat behind it, though you know of how exactly Pantalone deals with people who fail to repay him. You wonder if he doesn’t stop smiling then, you wonder if he gleefully informs someone of their downfall in that even yet airy tone of voice.

“Well, dearest (Y/N), I’ll let you off with it, if you’ll just do one little thing for me?”

Contract. Deal. Bargain. Something you’ve never wanted to have with the man purely out of self-preservation. Mouth gone dry, cheeks ablaze, and head spinning, you can do nothing except nod.

“I want to fuck you and have Dottore watch.”

Your lips part, and nothing comes out. Dottore stays completely still in that moment. Pantalone relaxes further into the sofa, crossing one leg over the other as his hands join together.

You close your mouth before opening it again, praying for something, anything, to manifest itself into the silence. And like a lost child calling for their parent, you weakly say, “Dottore?”

You’re not sure who it’s addressed to.

“He’s threatening to tell people if we don’t.”

“Threaten..? No. Suggest, yes.”

“Instead of wanting to sleep with my assistant, you should consider sleeping with one eye open for the entirety of your life.”

Staring down at your hands, your thoughts begin to form above the sound of your thudding heart.

“(Y/N).” Pantalone says. You realise he’s never explicitly stated that the threat applies to you, or if you would be named in this slander, though you don’t exactly want to damage Dottore’s reputation. That’s a one-way road to being fired, possibly dead.

“Yes, I’m… thinking.”

“Do try to make up your mind soon.”

“Personally, I don’t care,” Dottore tells you. “I don’t care about us. Watching the two of you have sex means nothing to me. I’ll just be there during the act so this freak can get his rocks off.”

You know Pantalone doesn’t miss the way your facial expression morphs to one of hurt. He tilts his head like an expectant dog, hoping Dottore’s testimony will bring you to agree. Your shoulders slump and you murmur out a small, “Fine. I’ll do it.”

Pantalone only nods. You’re expecting more of a reaction from him, but he stays calm, his presence still the most overwhelming in the entire room. Dottore has slumped into a state of acceptance.

Perhaps Pantalone is the one expecting a larger response from you. There’s no leaping out of joy at the prospect of having sex with him- though he’s certainly handsome and you may have entertained the thought briefly, on occasion- you’re too worried about Dottore. But why should you be? He’s already stated that he doesn’t care. You should just take the once-in-a-lifetime experience of having sex with the ninth harbinger, and try not to think too hard about the implications on your relationship with Dottore.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“Now?” You whisper.

“Of course.”

And surprisingly, Dottore is the first to get up, trudging towards the hallway.

———

Initially, it’s awkward.

“So I suppose this is your idea of fun?” Dottore says, watching as Pantalone begins to take off his clothes. You hear his belt fall to the floor and he sits down on your bed, staring at you as you stand between Dottore and Pantalone whilst you remove your stockings. Pantalone stops you from removing anymore after that, hooking his arm around your waist and gently guiding you into his lap. Your superior is across from you, viewing the ordeal from his awkward position.

Dottore’s hands are tied behind his back using a tie he forgot in your room from the last time. His mask is off. His red eyes look thoroughly unamused, like he may as well be watching paint dry.

“It’s one of them.”

Dottore, Dottore, Dottore. You can’t stop glancing over at him but you never really catch his eyes. He’s staring right through you.

Pantalone, now seated on the bed with you, begins to run his palms up and down your bare thighs, hiking up your skirt in the process. They’re cold, but his body radiates a divine warmth. You’d rather just lean your head against his chest and drown in the scent of his earthy cologne, but you both know that’s not why you’re here. His hands start to slide beneath your blouse, evoking a pleasant hum from him when they make contact with your braless chest.

“Mm… I’m beginning to understand, Dottore.”

Deft fingers start working at the buttons with ferocious speed. You have to admire the carefulness in unwrapping you so delicately. Dottore had ripped off one of your shirts before. He’s always so fast and aggressive, perhaps more fondly described as “passionate”. Yet Pantalone’s handling of your body shows passion too, albeit in a more reserved and sensual manner. You close your eyes, wanting to focus on the moment. You feel something heating in your core as his hand meets one of your breasts, rolling the bud between his two fingers gently, pinching, tugging slightly. Your legs tighten up reflexively, and your hand finds itself wandering to between your legs, only to be met by your the fabric of your skirt.

“How could you keep her all to yourself?” Pantalone sighs. The warm breath tickles the back of your neck and for a moment you feel completely enveloped by the man, his presence dominating every one of your senses- spare one. Opening your eyes reveals the man across from you once more- and this time, when you listen carefully, you can hear his breathing as well.

The room is glacial when Pantalone starts to unzip your skirt from the side, lifting you slightly and sliding it down your legs where it falls limp on the floor. You lean forward and abandon your open blouse as well, leaving you with only one item of clothing between your legs which Pantalone’s fingers begin to hover over. His lips create a suction at your neck, teeth nipping the skin whilst he plays around with the waistband of your panties.

The other breathing in the room merely grows louder. Blood rushes in your ears, and as your panties begin to get tugged down your legs, you find yourself staring at Dottore’s shoes.

He’s really getting nothing out of this? He just has to watch?

“Focus on me, dear.” Pantalone calls out. He sounds so distant, yet feels so close.

And you comply as you’re shuffled out of his lap and Pantalone stands dead in front of you, blocking your view of Dottore. The Regrator begins to gracefully remove the rest of his clothes, and you find yourself reaching out. A light chuckle rings through the room as your fingertips graze his hips longingly.

When he reveals an impressive length, you avert your eyes immediately like the very sight would stain your long-forgotten modesty. The last thing to go is his glasses, which he sets gently to the side on your bedside table.

Backing yourself up on the bed to get ready for him, you faintly realise that Pantalone’s not the only one who’s been pitching a tent in his pants the entire time. And it comforts you, somehow, to know that you still exist to Dottore.

“Face down, rear up, darling. Present to us.”

Diligently, you follow his command. Embarrassment registers at the position, clearly meant to give Dottore a full view of what he’s missing out on. The second Pantalone’s fingertips meet your pussy, you clench up instinctively. He’s standing off to the side so Dottore can see it clearly. How generous.

“It’s glistening,” Pantalone narrates, as if neither of you know that. “She’s already wet, see? Did you ever get her like this?”

“Yes.” Comes the dull reply. It’s not a lie.

Prodding. Rubbing. And two fingers start to ease their way in, slowly. You take deep breaths as they slip into you, exploring your body. You whine as they hit a spot that feels just right, and you can make out the sound of Dottore’s shoes shuffling on the floor. Pantalone’s hand stills as the fingertips keep working inside of you. Heat and tension begins to build inside. His thumb starts running over your clit gently before picking up speed and pressure. You clench down hard for a moment- just briefly, so briefly- and Pantalone draws his hand back with violent speed, leaving you without stimulation entirely.

You start to whine, wiggling your ass in the air slightly with little regard for how wanton you look. “Why did you stop?”

“We’re all going to exercise our patience tonight, sweetheart.”

Footsteps, moving away from you.

Dottore’s voice, speaking on his own initiative for once. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m completely serious, dearest Doctor.”

There’s a slight sucking noise, a pop- and archons above is Pantalone making Dottore suck your juices off his fingers?

“I have a very special job for you, Dottore. Can you guess what it is?” Pantalone coos. “Don’t worry about your bindings. I’ll support you the entire time- see, aren’t I good to you?”

The height of your pleasure is beginning to fade as Dottore is guided over to you, painstakingly slow. You’ve already guessed what the “very special job” could be, and your idea is only confirmed when hot air fans over your dripping cunt.

His tongue meets your labia, licking up in one, long stripe.

“Good boy.”

Dottore’s head is pushed closer, his nose practically buried in your folds. And you swear to Celestia, he moans.

When his tongue starts to work at your clit, your thighs tremble and your mouth betrays any efforts to keep quiet. It’s been a while since Dottore’s did this and you’re reminded of how he’s so focused and so precise, sucking both delicately and with pressure, his tongue rolling over in the right places.

“I honestly expected it to be quicker.” Pantalone muses, only serving as encouragement for Dottore to try harder. With his tongue pressing firmly and his head bobbing slightly, you finally cum with a long, drawn out moan, pussy fluttering around nothing.

It’s like Pantalone’s talking to a pet when he says, “Good boy, good Dottore!”

You think Dottore puts up a struggle as he’s dragged away from you, because you faintly hear Pantalone whispering to him not to get any ideas.

“- Or this won’t be taken care of.”

Dottore whines before you hear him sit back down on the stool. You’re still presenting yourself. Something runs down your thigh.

“She’s so nice and wet for me now. Dripping.”

A finger swipes your dribbled slick away.

“Just imagine what it feels like inside of her right now. But… I think you’ve spent enough staring at this angle of her. Turn around for me, dear, same position.”

You crawl on your hands and knees like a dog about to lie down, settling where you can open your eyes and see Dottore.

And he looks back. He looks right into your eyes. His forehead is shiny with sweat and his hair sticks to it. And all he can do is watch.

“Good girl. Now, let’s put on a show, shall we?”

The mattress dips behind you faster than expected, and Pantalone’s cock prods at your entrance, rubbing back and forth slightly before sinking into you. You gasp as it makes its way in, filling you to the brim. And it stops completely, buried to the hilt with no movement. You move your hips but two pairs of hands now rest on them, warning you not to continue.

“Well? Describe how it feels for our audience.”

“I feel- I feel so full. It’s so big- I- I need you to start moving. Please. Please!”

You’re rewarded with a gentle pace, slow and shallow thrusts driving into your core. The sound is humiliating, brazenly revealing your wetness. Dottore can definitely hear it.

“Faster.” You gasp out.

The difference is so small, but it’s faster nonetheless. “You’re going to have to put on a better performance if you want more.”

“Dottore,” You call out, addressing him personally. “His cock is so big- he- it’s stretching me out so nicely-“

You’re interrupted by the moan you make at Pantalone’s quickening rhythm. You don’t hold anything back, knowing now that louder is better.

“I have to also testify that she’s so tight, Dottore. I don’t envy you right now, stuck over there.” Pantalone breathes. His speech fades as you squeeze around him tighter, trying to milk him for all he’s got. In response he grips your body harder, bruising your sides with his fingertips, and starts slamming into you.

“Just like that.” You gasp. You stare into Dottore’s eyes again, unsure if the expression in them is one of wrath or lust. His mouth is open, rows of pointed, gritted teeth exposed.

“Good girl, taking me so well.”

You end up rocking your hips back slightly, desperate for even more friction as the knot in your loins tightens. A shameless mewl is ripped from you as he hammers into your g-spot, your toes curling behind you.

“I hope you don’t mind that I’m marking her up Dottore,” Pantalone says. You become suddenly aware of the previous locations of his fingertips, red hot against the cold in the room. “Ah… what am I saying? You don’t have a choice.”

You can feel his balls hitting against you as you bury your face into your arms. He fucks into you with an unknown ferocity, leaving you moaning like a bitch in heat.

“Who’s fucking you, darling?” He breathes.

“Pantalone!” You squeal, hands gripping into the bedsheets.

“Look into his eyes, and say my name when you cum.”

Your body reacts immediately to that message and you know your release will come soon. You’re drooling at this point, eyes blank, but you still find it within yourself to redirect your gaze towards the man who is looking more desperate by the second.

And as you follow Pantalone’s final command, your body succumbs to an earth-shattering orgasm that traps you in a realm where time slows, enthralled momentarily within Dottore’s piercing red stare. You keep breathing, moaning, gasping as Pantalone continues to rail you, eventually stopping abruptly when he drags your entire body towards his, fully bottoms out, and empties his hot seed deep inside of you.

With shuddering breaths you start the process of calming down, now struggling to look at Dottore’s face. Instead, you shamelessly look at his clothed dick straining against his pants.

Pantalone finally removes himself, watching as you finally stretch out your legs with a sigh of relief. He makes his way over to Dottore, hand ghosting over the area of interest.

“Now, let’s see. Has our desperate doctor creamed his pants yet, or does he require some… assistance?”

And Dottore doesn’t speak. Doesn’t defend himself as he’s stood up, pants finally tugged down to his ankles as Pantalone inspects him. You prop your head up on your elbows to watch. A slender finger runs over the tip whilst Dottore whines in agitation.

“Just precum. Do you want to cum, Dottore?”

“Badly.” He rasps.

“I see.”

Pantalone rakes a hand through his hair before directing his attention to you.

“We’re not finished, then. Spread your legs, (Y/N). Dottore, go behind her.”

Dottore doesn’t offer any arguments. He just stares.

“The only way I’m letting you cum is while tasting the sex I just had with your assistant. Now move before I change my mind.”

Despite your current exhaustion, something still manages to tingle inside of you at Pantalone’s display of cruelty.

And so, one last time, you spread your legs and this time Dottore’s presence is behind you. He’s awkward, unbalanced as he tries to position himself. You find your eyes on Pantalone as Dottore begins to clean you up, tongue darting so he can taste the leakage of your creampie.

“Collect some. Don’t swallow.”

Pantalone offers you his signature smile. Your eyes roll back as ecstasy begins to spark once more, undoubtedly enjoying the sensation before it’s cut off by Pantalone himself.

“Good enough. Dottore, get up, off the bed. Stand. (Y/N), do the same. Face one another.”

Both of you obey the command immediately. It’s only been an hour, but it feels like Pantalone has made you into his well-trained pets.

Pantalone offers Dottore some assistance with positioning his cock between your legs, right in the crevice of your wet pussy and thighs.

“Don’t put it in, now, Dottore. I don’t want you disturbing my work. You can get off by fucking her thighs.”

Dottore’s hips buck forward, and Pantalone stills him, going behind Dottore and looking into your eyes from behind.

“One last thing. Kiss, and don’t break it off until you both orgasm.”

Your mouths clumsily find each other as Dottore starts to rut against you, creating friction against your clit. You can taste your slick combined with Pantalone’s salty cum, the fluid coating your tongue and dripping out of your lips. Dottore is groaning unashamedly, and you can feel the veins of his shaft rub you in your most sensitive area. It takes surprisingly little time to reach your final orgasm of the night, moaning against Dottore as Pantalone holds him steady. And when Dottore cries your name, knees starting to buckle, cum spurting out the tip of his cock, you can finally remove your mouth from his and breathe.

In through the nose, out through the mouth.

The room smells like sex, and you’re not sure if you’ll ever be able to see your bedroom the same way again.

You eventually find yourself beside Dottore on the bed as he stretches his aching arms, Pantalone returning from the bathroom. You can hear the sound of running water coming from down the hall.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Pantalone says, looking rather proud of himself.

(Not exactly unearned pride in your eyes, however, distastefully smug)

You look down to the floor in embarrassment, face aflame.

Dottore just groans.

“I’m very pleased with the way both of you performed. I hope we can make similar arrangements in the future. You both look like you enjoyed yourselves.”

Noting- though not caring about- the lack of response, Pantalone continues.

“You can both go in the bath first. It should be ready soon enough.”

When he leaves the room, you rest your head against Dottore’s shoulder, praying silently he won’t squirm away from you.

And he doesn’t. Rather, he leans in, resting his own head against yours.

-fin :)-

#il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #pantalone x reader #genshin pantalone x reader #dottore x you #fatui harbingers x reader #pantalone x you

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callsign-relic · 6 months

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YIPPEEEEE!!! 🐥 anon here— MORE WORLD BUILDING!!! AND OCS!!!! 🤭

So as established, mechs can join these rebellious colonies, but its only through a specific trial that mimics the human experience as it relates to mech- in a role reversal. Mechs who want to be accepted into these societies must “traverse the path through hell to reach the gates of heaven.” In which a mech/femme must traverse through the heart of the colony— the (domesticated) scraplet colony. It’s to induce that same surrender of self that humans often have to perform when they are being consumed and tasted. That is why its mechs and femmes who are often on the lower castes who are more likely to succeed in such a task: when your whole life you are taught that your existence is to serve another, and that you can be easily discarded, this test is easy. Its the more egotistical and self centered bots who are more likely to fail: to spend one’s whole life distancing yourself away from the reality that one is not invincible and is just as likely to be consumed as a human or scraplet in the currents of life can be a realization too great for some. Outsiders are surprised to find out that a mech’s quality of life is often better than their own, despite a lack of power that most outsiders are accustomed to.

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I also like to think that the human population also have to undergo trials as well: to establish themselves both as adults and as citizens of their society. Humans when they reach the right age (19-20) may be sent off to survive on their own for 3-5 years both as a way to let them experience the world outside their viking/spartanlike society and to spread their craft and message of balance and power. Officially, these travelers aren’t supposed to ask for help if they are in trouble (seen as almost offensive to families as they may be seen raising “weak” children), but it’s an almost open secret that mechs, too attached to their human companions, will without hesitation come to the rescue if someone needs help. Many people and mechs turn a blind eye to this phenomenon.

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I have 3 ocs (old transformers ocs that I dusted off for this au) :

One human named “Coda.” Sent off as per tradition to survive and grow up in the chaotic currents of life. She misses her family dearly, but she has her scraplets and her state of survival to distract her. Currently hiding and living in a voyaging ship carting mostly mechs, but a few unlucky humans. Empathetic and often tries to help fellow humans, with mixed results. Wears red for cultural reasons.

A Mech called “Ballad.” Lives aboard a ship and trying to leave his old life behind. Was about to be murdered but was rescued by a mysterious human in red. Notices reports of humans missing or fighting back. Is trying to befriend his savior, to mixed results. Doesn’t agree with the practice of “tasting” for personal reasons.

Another Mech called “Requiem.” Dear friend of Coda, often secretly checks up on Coda and makes sure she knows she can count on him for help. Ex of Ballad. If he knew Coda was with Ballad he will pullup and have a custody battle right then and there. Knew Coda before he was accepted into her colony, and worries that her bleeding heart will be the death of her.

BROOOOOO THESE ARE SO SICK!!!!! I love this sort apocalyptic vibe to the culture of humanity now it’s so well thought out and amazing! Man it’s fulfilling all my dreams of having a “borrower” scenario but with humans taking from larger beings rather than borrowers/tiny people taking from humans HAHA. Your OC concepts sound so cool too, it’s awesome how you were so inspired to revamp them just for this AU!!!

Thank you for sharing, this was incredible!!!

#relic answers #tasty au

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laugtherhyena · 5 months

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At last, passing the full Hoshi lore onto Tumblr (please please please open the image there is a LOT of text-)

And there will be MORE text, i am expanding on the details on her under the cut.

So, after not really being born the little ghost Hoshi spent the first several years of her life just roaming around, watching how humans and other creatures went about their lives. But when you can't interact with anything at all and no one can even see you're there you pretty much just exist in the world as a spectator and yeah, that's not very fun.

As she grew older she started to realize that and how bad her situation actually is, which led to Hoshiro becoming increasingly more hateful and jealous of people because why do they get to have their own bodies and do whatever they want when she was denied that very basic thing?

She started finding enjoyment in seing humans get themselves hurt and it was from being around in one of these occasions that she discovered she could take over a dead person's body if they had been recently killed, she'd not only get all of their memories but their voice and appearance as well.

Hoshi was overjoyed to finally be able to touch things and talk to people and do all the things she couldn't when she lacked a physical form, but problems came when the family and friends of who she possesed wondered why their loved one was suddenly acting like a complete different person. So overtime she began learning to pretend to be whoever she was currently possessing which eventually led to her mimic of the person being indistinguishable from the real deal.

She spent several centuries going from person to person, setting on a new target, killing them and possessing the body whenever she got bothered of being the previous person. While she could do what she couldn't as a spirit, Hoshiro was still unhappy as she had to spend every moment of her life pretending to be someone else.

She wanted her own physical from more than anything so she could finally be herself, even if by now she hardly had any idea of who "herself" even was after so many years of being nothing and endless pretending.

(little tangent here since ik 99% of people who see my stuff don't know The mimic so; in the story there's these big crazy strong demons called the four beasts, Kintoru, Enzukai, Netamo and Yuma, each representing control, jealousy, rage and rebirth respectively. These beasts went around causing chaos on earth for a while before this samurai called Kusonoki Masashige fought all four of them and sealed them away for eternity, Enzukai specifically was imprisoned in the bottom of the ocean, which became their domain where all those yokai and who either serve or are part of their cult live.

At one point Hoshiro possessed Jou Tazuna who unbeknownst to her was a prominent member of the Kiiroibara cult, which worships the beast of jealousy. While she tried to fulfill his activities unnoticed Hoshi was immediately confornted by Enzukai who could tell she wasn't human, confirming the fact when they tore her heart out and she still stood there and didn't appear to feel pain from the wound at all.

When asked why target a member of their cult she told them how she went about life in her terrible existence and Enzukai offered a deal; They would use their powers to create a physical form for her if Hoshiro joined the Kiiroibara cult and served them in the position that used to be Jou's, which is scouting for new followers and expanding the cult's reach.

Albeit in disbelief that they would do that for her Hoshi accepted and that's when she finally got a physical form that was fully 100% of her own, it's also when she picked the name Hoshiro because she didn't had any previously.

When she wasn't busy working she would spent most of her time around Enzukai, not really interacting with the other yokai, as she wanted to show them how great of an addition to their followers she is. So much so that when Kusonoki was on his way to fight them, Hoshiro went to intercept and try to take down the samurais by herself. Partially as a proof of her devotion but also due to her fear that if something happened to Enzukai she would lose her body since it was made via their powers.

She lost the battle and was cut into several pieces by Kusonoki's sword, but ultimately spared by him as she begged and cried for him not take away the form she wanted more than anything in her life. She laid there for a while before being found by Nagisa, who gathered her severed limbs together and stayed there while Hoshi patched herself up. (She can stitch herself back together, tho only if the body isn't like. Destroyed or mangled beyond recognition.)

Because Enzukai was now locked up in the bottom of the ocean, the reach of their powers was severely limited which affected Hoshi's physical form as now whenever she got too far from their domain she could feel herself vanishing. That affected her ability to manage cultist, so Enzukai gave her a cursed artifact in form of the hat overgrown with plants that she's always wearing, as long as it exists she will retain her physical form no matter how far she is or what happens to the beast themselves.

#i told you guys she had a lot of lore #fave oc privileges i guess #beloved plant tgirl #oc #original character #the mimic #the mimic roblox #the mimic book 2 #the mimic oc #the mimic roblox oc #hoshiro #hyena scribbles

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aikoiya · 5 months

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LoZ - Gerudo Wedding Traditions

It used to be that the Gerudo, traditionally speaking, would propose to their significant others (in the case of more Gerudo, men & in the case of the Centennial Kings, women) by giving them pieces of jewelry that they made themselves.

Also, traditionally speaking, they would do so while saying "Kàvt shïchïso yūg nï’jï." Which means, "Bind your soul with mine."

Though, a few thousand years ago, gifting your husband with more handcrafted jewelry, even after marriage, began to take on the message of "I would marry you again if given the chance."

However, due to most Hylian men not being particularly into jewelry, the Gerudo began to also start gifting things like handmade trinkets, clothes, & other items all became various forms of ways to showcase a reaffirmation of love while handmade jewelry retained its expanded meaning of proposal or "I would remarry you."

Unfortunately, being the one to propose went out of fashion among the Gerudo over time as they began to make attempts at appearing meeker in an effort to mimic Hylian women & thus, hopefully, increase chances of catching a Voe's attention.

Now, the act of proposing with handmade jewelry & traditional Gerudàn is more so something that a Gerudo Voe does for the sake of tradition or something a Hylian, Sheikah, or Ovelian (human with rounded ears) does in an attempt to showcase that he legitimately cares about her & is willing to learn more about not just her, but also her culture. (Which actually makes it quite a sweet gesture.)

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Weddings are considered big deals for the Gerudo, which is why they are referred to as Màtu'kàvtéda Agàznien or "love-binding festivals." As whenever a wedding takes place for the Gerudo, a small festival is held.

Gerudo in general are just very exclusive with their hearts. So, for one to find someone that they want to bind themselves to for the rest of their life, that's a big deal.

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Brides wear what is known as a Màtu'kàvtéda Shàree with a Mátu'kàvtéda Bàndaràshï, a Kopfab, & a Màtu'kàvtéda Hunfàm.

A Màtu'kàvtéda Shàree is a beautiful Gerudàn dress made of fine silk (a saree). Typically features vibrant colors, at least 3, & interesting patterns in gold or silver. Typically comes with a wide, gold or silver Àrïqna, or fabric belt, that cinches the waist closely & covers most of the belly. Considered very formal. Can be either one piece or two pieces. Two pieces is generally preferred by most Gerudo. However, one piece is considered most formal & generally what is worn by royal brides. - Inspired by Hindu saree.

A Màtu'kàvtéda Bàndaràshï is a strip of fabric that acts like a sash & is typically draped over one shoulder & circles around the opposite hip. Typically a different color to the Shàree to give variation. They often have gold or silver patterned borders. Non-wedding Bàndaràshï leave both arms free & unencumbered, unlike wedding Bàndaràshï, which are usually very long & hang over an arm to trail down to the floor. If worn by a bride who is either a queen or is marrying a king, the Bàndaràshï & Hunfàm must both match, with the Shàree & Kopfab being a different, yet complementary color.

A Kopfab is a colorful, hooded head veil (similar to a hooded cathedral or regal veil that doesn't need to be tied around the neck) with gold or silver embroidered patterns around the hem to be worn on the head of a queen, but specifically does not cover the face. It is opaque instead of sheer like a Hylian wedding veil would be. The longest that it can be is hip-length. It can also be worn by civilian Gerudo, but only on their wedding days. The queen is expected to wear it as formal attire. Typically paired with a Kafchita or Shàree or some other dress of Gerudàn make. Màlàki Kopfaben, however, are meant for royal weddings & reach down to the floor, many even trailing behind.

And a Màtu'kàvtéda Hunfàm is a type of face veil that Vai wear when they are getting married. Brides wear them for an entire week before the wedding so as to avoid bad luck as the bride must be kept clean of jealous intent from other Vaien or the lustful gazes of Voen other than the bride's intended. If anyone sees her face clearly before then, it is said to bring about disaster for the marriage. It is then worn to the wedding, where, upon finishing the ceremony & sacred rites, the groom removes the Hunfàm to be the first to look upon the face of his new wife before sealing the contract with a kiss. It's just superstition, but it's tradition at this point. This specific Hunfàm is held in place by a pair of hooks that wrap around the ears much like glasses. This makes it easy for the groom to remove.

Royal brides generally have their hair threaded with silver & have bold liner resembling that of the Egyptians, just silver.

They also wear a pendant bearing her family's crest.

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The groom wears a Shiwàni (or sherwani IRL). A finely made formal top made of silk. Usually sleek, thin, & tailor-fitted with an imperial collar & gold-threaded embroidery lining the cuffs, the collar, & the split where it's buttoned. Is typically buttoned up the middle or buttoned asymmetrically. Sort of a tunic as it generally reaches the knees at most. It typically bears his family crest across the back. Over this would be a Bàndaràshï worn diagonally much like the bride's.

He will likewise wear a golden pendant also bearing his family crest.

Under that would be a pair of Sirwàl or loose-fitting pants.

Of course, all finely made & made with vibrant colors & designs.

Kings will also typically wear their Túijïl or halo crown (think TP & HW Ganondorf) with their hair threaded with gold & their eyes lined with gold eyeliner, much like the Egyptian Pharaohs of old but gold.

The king will also wear a cape of fur, a pair of fine Gàzmen (the shoes from the Gerudo Vai Set) or golden greeves (like from the Desert Voe Set), & hand chains like what we see TotK Ganondorf wear or a pair of golden guantlets like HW.

And, if not a Shiwàni, then he'll either wear a Juddàb (a plain shirt with an imperial collar) with a Dosāya (think a Zhuba) over it or wear just a Dosāya or go barechested & wear a variety of different jewelry. In such a case as going barechested, he'll also wear a Shendyazàr (a kilt-like loincloth much like the Egyptians wore) over his Sirwàl.

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Gerudo weddings are traditionally held either in the town square or at a Shrine to Vah Kàvtrïna, the Gerudo Goddess of Love, Passion, Marriage, & Vivifatility (word referring to both fertility & virility).

For more on Vah Kàvtrïna, go here.

Likewise, it is always presided over by a Kàvtrïna'eshônï or Priestess of Vah Kàvtrïna.

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Gerudo weddings are set up differently. Instead of the bride walking down the middle of the pews with the groom waiting for her at the altar, the bride & groom instead enter from opposite sides of the altar with the audience facing towards the altar.

The bride & groom enter at the same time & meet each other at the altar in the center which symbolizes how marriages require a lot of compromise, thus meeting each other halfway.

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After the vows, the pair are told to exchange family crest pendants, symbolizing that they have taken each other into their family before asking them to "seal their new bond before the eyes of Vah Kàvtrïna."

Due to the superstition surrounding the bride first being seen by anyone other than her groom, it is tradition for all to turn their gaze away the moment before the groom removes the veil.

Then they kiss to seal the contract.

After which, they both turn to the guests, hand-in-hand, throw up their arms & shout "Tïsarāya!" Meaning "Rejoice!"

Then, the guests turn their gazes back, cheer, & shower the couple with oasis flowers like confetti & the town begins the celebrations.

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Such festivities tend to revolve around vibrant music, delicious food, & lively dancing. As well as extravagant gifts to the lucky pair.

Sense telling stories through dance is such a huge part of Gerudo culture. The bride & groom's first dance together is meant to act out some deeply important part of their courtship. Whether it be how they first met, how they fell in love, or how the engagement was finalized.

Desserts during the celebration generally feature Oasis Honey or Sàbaar Fruit (agave) & Amorous Figs. Which figs are heavily associated with Vah Kàvtrïna for their amorous effects & eating them during that time is said to bring good luck on one's wedding night as well as increase the likelihood of conception.

As such, the couple will traditionally be served Fashïna Amrïta near the end of the celebration, which is a type of Oasis Honey, fig, & palm flower mead.

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Once the festivities are over, the couple are expected to bathe each other & brush each other's hair, which is thought to be a very intimate bonding experience to the Gerudo who take bathing very seriously.

This is believed to help them get used to each other's bodies before the act.

It isn't uncommon for newlyweds' first time together to actually be in the bath, in fact. But that's to be expected.

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LoZ Cultural Masterlist

#loz #legend of zelda #gerudo #gerudo culture #gerudo wedding traditions

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