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hxsbeens · 2 months

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comfort.

pairing(s): Angel Dust x gn!reader

fic contents/warnings: probably ooc Angel, reverse comfort, i rushed the ending because i didn’t know where to go from there oops, mentions of abuse and a brief mention or two about sex, Angel’s hurt

authors note: woo first work on here :D it’s alright i guess, i haven’t properly written since like september lmao. also not proofread, although my mother did read the first few paragraphs and saw a few errors so thank you mom 🫶🏽

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your head was just about to hit the pillow when the door creaked open, making your head snap towards it amidst the darkness of the room. the clacking of heels signaled one’s entrance. they were careful, attempting to stay quiet as they navigated their way through the darkness.

of course, you knew who they belonged to—especially when you heard the quiet hiss followed by a hushed curse.

“Angel?”

the sound of your voice caused a suspension in those very same footsteps. you heard another silent “fuck” as the owner of the voice slowly turned to you.

“i-i’m sorry, sugar,” ANGEL DUST apologetically stammered, tightening the pink, fluffed out robe around his slender form. “i didn’t wake ya, did i? what’re you doin’ up so late?”

you slowly sat up, squinting your eyes in an attempt to see him through the dark room. “no…no, i was just about to head to sleep, actually.” you reach over towards the nightstand and turned on the web-patterned lamp, now able to get a better look at your better half. the very moment the room was lit to that extent, the spider instantly tensed and clutched his robe tighter to his fluff, blinking narrowed eyes to adjust them to the sudden lighting. from where he stood, you could easily see the parts of him he tried to conceal, for your sake.

one of his eyes were starting to bruise—though, from where you sat, it was difficult to tell whether or not it was already there. there’s a dark blue circle on his neck, one that connects to the curve of his shoulder. you couldn’t tell if it was a bruise or hickey. there were probably more, but the silk wrapped around his body covered what you couldn’t see.

your eyes didn’t linger long—you made sure they didn’t. you knew he’d hate it if you stared at him while he looked so - was so vulnerable.

instead, you lightly tossed the covers off you, throwing your legs off the side of the mattress. you and Angel looked at each other, and, silently, you extended your arms expectantly. he gave you a skeptical look. “what’re ya gettin’ at?” he inquired, and you could hear the hoarseness in his voice. it must’ve been a rough night for him…obviously.

“is it so bad that i just want to hug you right now?” you watched as he took in a breath — almost like he wanted to say something smart in return, something filled with his usual sass and wit. but he didn’t.

his fingers tightened around the fluff of his robe, and, with small, reluctant steps, Angel Dust dragged himself over to you, suddenly feeling a lot heavier than he did when he first got back.

once he stood between your arms and legs, he looked down at you, his forehead creasing with the furrow of his eyebrows. you could see the tears gathering at his bottom eyelids, even if he did try to blink them away before they became noticeable.

you were taken slightly aback when he dropped to his knees, having to spread them on the floor a bit so he was able to shove the crown of his head into your stomach. it didn’t take long for you to cradle his head, soothingly running your fingers through his fur. in kin, his upper arms wrapped around you, the ones lower reaching up to grasp your wrists. his touch desperate.

“we don’t have to talk about it, sweetie,” you whispered, feeling his upper shoulders shake slightly as he took in a sharp, trembling intake of breath. “we can just…sit here. until you’re ready for bed.”

he sobbed quietly in your arms. “im tired, [nickname].”

“i know, baby.”

“why’s it always have to be me he plays with? why can’t i ever get a break? it’s- it’s like he knows to only call me in when i’m finally fine!”

“i know.”

“why does-“

you silence him by cupping his face, lifting his head to look at you. his fur was getting wet with his tears, and his makeup ran with the streaks. he hiccuped, tensing for a moment. he was still so, so unused to the gentle treatment, especially after such a night.

you don’t say anything. you just stroke his cheeks, your thumbs running over the pink freckles over his white cheeks as you looked at each other. you smile as he slowly leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as he tried to savor the feeling of comfort once more. your hands were so warm, so familiar. they almost instantly brought him back from his head.

you pull him back in, and he holds you tighter, desperate — but in a different font of it.

“An-..” you pause, looking down at him carefully. this wasn’t Angel Dust with you, not right now, and you knew that. “Anthony?”

he’s silent. but his hoarse voice sounds from where his head is, his voice slightly muffled.

“..yeah?”

“i love you.”

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“i… i love you, too, [name].”

you both sat like that for a moment; you holding and comforting him, and him embracing the affection without any comments. he wasn’t tense anymore, relaxing fully in your entrusted hold on both him, and his beaten heart. you knew he trusted you. and he knew it all the same. it was hard for him to believe, and even grasp the reality of at first, but he…sort of came to terms with it.

“i just don’t understand how someone like you could love someone as broken as me.” he once told you. and you had no doubt that he was thinking it again, right in this very moment.

you didn’t say anything about it. you wouldn’t want to bring him down again after getting him calm.

instead, you proposed, “how about we go shower? you smell like sex, and i just got these sheets washed. i don’t want our bed smelling like an asshole.”

Angel let out a little laugh at your words, finding your own distaste (or, hatred, more specifically) for his “boss” amusing. “only if you join me,” he replied, looking up at you with a smile. you smiled back. “of course. i’d be stupid not to.”

“damn right, you would.”

you laughed, and he looked at you with a love-stricken gaze. one of which you returned.

he would be alright - he knew it.

and he had you to thank for it.

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#➻. angel dust 🕸️#angel dust x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #angel dust x you #hazbin hotel x you #angel dust fluff #hazbin hotel fluff #angel dust angst #hazbin hotel angst #angel dust #hazbin hotel

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uvuyai · 2 months

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ძᥲᥡ 1 ~ 𝐿𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒 [EVENT]

Transfem! Furina x FEM! Reader

–genre. smut, nsfw,

–tw. girl cock, description of furina's cock, breeding, slight perv furina, sub x dom trope, overstimulation, MINORS DNI, creampie, riding, teasing, groping, reader is the same height as her, blow job, ooc furina, tit play, im sorry if you uncomfy with this,

–synopsis. Since Valentine's Day is around the corner, you called Furina in as you wanted to give her a good surprise. She wasn't expecting this.

Mari/yai's message – I've been thinking about an idea like this for a while.

Furina was patiently waiting on the duvet covered bed as you told her to meet her there. She had your favorite flowers, favorite chocolate, and a little teddy bear in her trembling hands. She could feel sweat dripping down her face and she barely could keep her excitement down.

Her foot tapped impatiently on the floor. She kind of spoiled half of the suprise for her. She asked if you got her something amongst chocolate or a teddy bear.

She heard a turning of a door knob come from the bathroom within the room

She turned her gaze towards the door, hoping it was you. And she was right. “A-ah, hey baby!” she waved at you with her eyes closed and a trembling smile. She opened her eyes to see you covered in a silky black (slightly) see through robe with fluff at the hem of it and at the end of the sleeves. Her face a really red by now. If you look closely, you can see her eyes turn into a black and white hypno circle but it didn't move.

You walked over to her with a blank expression lining your face.

You sat close to her, your thighs nearly touching. Both of her legs were trembling too much that it's visible to you now. You placed a hand on her thigh, sliding up and down with your index a ending up at her crotch.

A bulge began to rise on her shorts. A surprisingly big one. “I see you've gotten me something, hm?” you tilted you head and looked at Furina as she frantically looked somewhere else than your face. “Yes, y-yes. H-here!” she gulped and pushed the chocolate box with a brand on it(which were your favorite) towards, your favorite flowers, and a brown teddy bear. you carefully took them and placed them on the nightstand.

“I have that for you too Furi, but I have something extra to give” you places your index finger under her chin which made her immediately lock eye contact with you. “You are really quiet today Furi, what's wrong?” you showed sympathy but in a teasing way that made you voice a bit pitcher.

“Hm? Do you want this?” you dropped your robe to reveal a black lingerie set as if it was meant to be as a sleepwear. It had laced cloth around the bra part of it that it covered right above your thighs but it was see through.

Furina felt as if she was in heaven. She was slightly leaning back and her hands were grasping the covers with a harsh grip and if she had enough strength she could rip them off. “You want to touch me? Come on.” you opened your arms up to her. She quickly went into your arms, burying her burning face in your shoulder. Her bulge was poking at your thigh and it was

Her face was drenched in sweat. Her trembling hands reached down to your ass. You placed your arms around her neck, giving her a warming smile.

Furina noticed your breasts were slipping out of your top. She face planted herself between them which startled you. “Okay Furina calm down, now let me pamper you instead.” you pointed towards the bed(you both were standing fyi) and she obeyed.

You climbed on top of her, straddling her waist. “You should wear less clothing, Furi.” you slid your hand up and down her chest. Your hand went to her shorts, unhooking the button and pulling the zipper down. You slid her underwear down and her dick popped up.

It was an ocean blue color with dark blue line streaks leading up to her pelvis. It was a good tone to her skin. The tip was the same colors as the line streaks. A white bead of precum was at the slit of the tip.

You let out a heartly chuckle and moved down to where her cock was lining up your face. You placed your lips on the tip of her cock and slowly let it seep in until it reaches the back of your throat.

You bobbed your head up and down at a fast but simple pace. Furina clenched her teeth together as she grabbed strands of your hair.

You moved faster as you felt her dick pulsing in your mouth. She came with a loud whine and groan that anyone walking outside the door could hear. You felt thick ropes of cum hit the back of your throat. She was twitching too much now.

You climbed back on top of her to which she let out a gasp too. You slowly sank down onto her thick cock. You moved your panties to the side then sat in front of her dick so it was touching your pussy. It's been a while since you last did it before. Both of your faces were burning. Her moans were getting loud by the second. You closed your eyes as you gave into pleasure.

Whimpers and moans were stuck in Furina's throat. You moved at a simple pace as you bounced on her cock. You leaned your head back and placed your hands on Furina's knees(which were behind you).

Her dick was webbed in your juices. If it wasn't for your closed eyes, you would've seen hearts in her eyes bouncing. Your pussy was just so good for her, she wishes she could spend hours rather than doing her duties.

She wanted to take charge and make you moan louder. She rose up with her trembling arms and grabbed at your waist. Her nails dig into your waist so hard that it left crescent marks. You opened your eyes and looked at her with a startled gasp. Her left hand wrapped around your waist while her right hand took the straps of the bra off your shoulder, revealing your perky breast.

Beads of sweat dripped down your chest. She immediately latched onto your tits. The arm around your waist makes you bounce on her cock faster. She wanted to hear your moans louder now.

Her dick hit your cervix harder now. It's surprising that a short girl like her has a size like that. But hey, size doesn't matter.

“I-i'm gonna come–!” her breaths got harsher. And so as yours. You came on her dick as it sent volts of electricity run through your core. Thick ropes a milky white cum went flying in your insides.

You both were a panting mess as she fell back on the bed. You leaned down and unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her chest. She gasps as you look at her with lust.

“Let's go further Furi, it's Valentine's Day in fact~”

#𓆩ri.𓆪 #[ ♪o(〃＾▽＾〃)o♪ ]#✉️.txt #✎ suggestive 𓆪 #𓆩!smutty.𓆪 #𓆩ri.txt📝𓆪 #furina smut #furina x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #tranfem character #✎ characters from other clubs #tw:girlcock

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gtgbabie0 · 6 months

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•Bi-Han x reader

{There’s a softer side to Bi-Han that is saved just for you, he shows it in the early hours of the morning}

Could it be slightly ooc? Perhaps, but a girl can dream. Anyway, I hope you enjoy my lovelies!! 💕 {requests are open}

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A soft breeze passes through the room, causing the sheer curtains to softly move with the wind. Bi-Han had left before the sun. He wanted to start his training extra early today, claiming the peacefulness of the early morning brought him a ‘clearer piece of mind’.

You smile, sitting up as you take in the sounds of nature; the birds, the insects, the way the leaves rustle. It’s the type of music that brings clarity to your heart and soul. Then you hear him, your husband as he walks towards your shared bedchambers, pushing open the door carefully so as to not wake you.

“Sorry my love” he whispers, his hair is slightly damp, freshly washed with a black robe wrapped securely around him. He takes a seat on the bed, looking down at you with the softest eyes.

You shake your head as his hand caresses your cheek ever so gently. “No, I was already awake. How was your training?” You ask tiredness still evidently laced within your tone. He tucks loose strands of your hair behind your ear as he admires your sleepy state.

He wonders to himself for a moment how he’s managed to keep someone like you, so soft and precious. You, who cares about him so deeply in ways he never expected. He wonders how long this moment of clarity will last.

“It was good, peaceful” he pauses, for a moment, his heart skipping a beat when you lean into his touch. The feeling of his calloused palm against your cheek is a pleasant, welcome feeling, and the way his thumb gently caresses the space under your eye almost lulls you back to sleep. The gentle action speaks volumes, a silent “I missed you” in the way he holds your face.

He watches the sly smirk that teeters on your lips, how your eyes brighten. The way his actions affect you. It makes him feel all types of emotions, ones that used to scare him, but now they bring him nothing but comfort.

“Perhaps next time you might join me?” he suggests, breaking the silence with his strong voice, before taking the bed sheets from behind you and draping the warm soft covers over your shoulders, protecting you from the chilly morning air.

“Mhm- perhaps you will give me a kiss every time I impress you?” You test your luck, the playful glint in his eyes gives him away immediately.

“You are a menace” he mumbles, dropping a delicate kiss to your shoulder. His lips trail up to your jaw, and he smiles against you when he hears your breath hitch. “It would be impossible,” he tells you, deciding to indulge in your banter, just this once.

“Oh? And why is that?” You press, feigning offence.

Bi-Han leans closer to you, his lips grazing against your ear as he whispers, “I wouldn’t be able to stop kissing you” he smirks when you gently push his shoulder, rolling your eyes in a playful manner.

He catches your hand gently in his, his fingers wrapping around your wrist before pulling you closer to him. His arms envelop you as he presses his lips against yours, in a fleeting but yet loving kiss. It’s you who deepens the kiss, your hands cupping either side of his face gently, and as always Bi-Han follows with nothing but trust.

He pulls back, “Let us go eat breakfast.” He whispers, and you nod, watching as he stands to collect your robe, helping you to slip it on. he steps in front of you, taking the silk and tying it gently around your waist. His hands find purchase on your hips, “Beautiful” he whispers, pressing one last kiss to your cheek before leading you into the dining area.

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bloodynereid · 1 month

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Navy Blue Ink

part 2

pairing: major john 'bucky' egan x fem! reader

tw: some angst, mentions of death, war, swearing, mentions of alcohol, the usual stuff idk it's sort of fluffy but also not really, both think it's unrequited love/platonic love (they're dumbasses (affectionate)), dogs??

description: when john actually sets it up right.

a/n: yeah idk something possessed me to write this, i was lying in my bathtub this morning and was like yup need to write this ASAP. apologies if john is sort of ooc, i haven't written for him before and i haven't written in a while so yeah! also i have so many requests atm but i decided to ignore all of those to write this so enjoy me procrastinating things i actually have to do. OH and obv this is about the show's characters not the real people. enjoy <3

You sat at your little desk at the edge of your flat, contemplating how to start the letter… again. Pieces of balled up paper lay littered around you. It was almost comedic how much time you had spent trying to write a simple little letter. But it wasn’t that simple was it?

You were writing to your childhood best friend, someone you had basically been in love with your entire life. Major John Egan, Bucky, went off to fight and you were left with a large gaping hole in your life.

Sure, it was horrible when you saw him kissing, dancing and singing to other girls… probably doing more than that. But he always came back to you.

One guarantee that war had was that men don’t always come back.

So you had put off writing letters to him ever since he swung by your house to drop off the address for his next station all that time ago. You were a different person now, you had a job, a flat and a husky you had decided to name Ghost. You were also sadder, war had a way of taking a toll on everyone it touched.

But this morning you had decided not to put it off any longer. The decision came to fruition as you were lying in the bathtub, trying to soak away your sorrows. That was the moment when you said fuck it, got out of the bathtub, grabbed a robe and sat down at your desk.

You took a deep breath and dipped your pen into the navy blue ink pot. Your hand shook slightly as the pen met paper and words started to flow.

A few hours later, you woke up suddenly from a nap and instantly ran over to your desk and quickly scribbled a short note, putting a picture into an envelope and running to post the second letter before it was too late.

John felt a wave of sadness and defeat wash over him when nothing came for him in the mail call. It was stupid. He urged the emotion away and ran a hand through his hair. Be a man. You don’t need a fucking letter.

He watched as Buck leaned against one of the chests of drawers with a stupid smile on his face. Envy seeped through his pores. He wanted that. Whatever Bucky was feeling when he read his letter from Marge.

Fuck this. John needed a glass of strong whiskey right the fuck now. His throat almost ached for that sweet burn.

“Major! I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize these two were for you Bucky.” John’s mouth fell open as he stood up and quickly ambled over to see that there were in fact two letters addressed to him.

“Thanks.”

“Of course, Major.” John delicately took the papers and ignored Buck’s look of confusion as he gingerly cradled the letters to his chest and sat back down on the uncomfortable wooden chair.

There was no mistake that these were for him. Major John Egan was written in careful and delicate cursive, although on one of the letters the name looked more rushed than on the other.

He carefully tore open the first letter, the smell of woodsy perfume suddenly permeated his senses. A perfume he knew well. Y/N.

John could hardly believe it. She actually wrote to him. Nothing for months and then this. He pulled out the cream paper and carefully unfolded it.

Dear Bucky,

Twentieth time is the charm I guess. How are you? I have no idea how you’re supposed to write these things, maybe that’s why it took me so long to write to you.

God, I miss you John. I know that’s so stupid to say but I miss my best friend. I am truly sorry that I didn’t send you a letter sooner. I’m sure you’re missing me terribly as well and I have just been a cruel human being by not sending you letters.

I guess I didn’t send anything because I didn’t know what to say. I finally decided to just write a letter this morning while in the bathtub. No, don’t you dare smirk John it wasn’t like that. My ma might just murder me for being so unladylike but I can’t bring myself to start writing yet another letter that will just end up crumpled on my floor so you are getting the truth and nothing but the truth, Major. So yes I concede I was thinking about you in the bathtub.

Anyways, how's Buck? I remember you telling me about him during your visit so I thought I might mention it. You two seemed to be getting close and I’m glad you have someone out there to support you when I can’t. He can’t take the title of best friend though, that’s reserved for me!

What else? Well… I got a job and a dog! And I moved out. I now live in this tiny little flat (it’s very charming so don’t start scrunching your face up like you always do) and drink endless amounts of coffee. You got me hooked. What can I say?

I don’t know what else to say other than stay safe. I don’t think I could bear it if you died, Bucky. Maybe you already have and I just don’t know, so I’m hoping beyond hope that this letter reaches you. Remember that I love you always, you idiotic man.

Your best friend obviously,

Y/N L/N

John felt his eyes starting to sting. He had been so preoccupied with the war that he had also forgotten to write to her. The girl who had stolen his heart at age six when she threw mud at him when they were playing in the creek. His little angel who had just brought some light back into his life.

A smile twitched on his face, she was still his girl. And she said she loved him! Probably not the way he loved her but still, he would take anything she was willing to give him.

“Bucky?” The rasp of Buck’s voice shook him out of his reverie and he looked up to see his friend looking at him with a question in his eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Who’s the letter from?”

“None of your business, Buck.” John says with an easy smirk falling on his face, a little spark in his soul seemed to reignite, he missed you and now at least he knew you missed him too.

“Jesus, come on. Who the hell is writing to you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“John…”

“It’s from Y/N.” Buck’s eyebrows raised in response and John outright laughed at how surprised he looked. “She asked how you are.”

“Y/N? Is she the one-”

“Yes, now shut up. I still have another letter to read.” Buck laughed and raised his arms in defense before turning back to his own letter. He was glad his best friend had that sparkle back in his eyes, it had been missing for too damn long.

John placed the letter back into the envelope and grabbed the hastily addressed one. He was surprised to see that there were two things in this one. Pulling out the letter he quickly read the words before his jaw dropped.

Dear Bucky,

I completely forgot to attach a picture to the last letter, since I’m assuming you want to know what I look like now.

Anyways here is a picture of me and Ghost, the love of my life.

- Y/N

John carefully tipped the letter to the side and out fell a picture into his outstretched hand. And it was you, but also not you. You looked so much older and there was a hint of melancholy in your eyes but there was still that distinct bright smile on your face. Your arms were encased around a large husky with eyes that were almost as blue as Buck’s.

It was wrong but he felt a pang of jealousy. God he wished he was in that dog’s place.

yeah... i'm obsessed with all the men in mota. i think i have a problem

part 2

#masters of the air #john egan #john bucky egan #john egan x reader #john bucky egan x reader #mota #mota fanfic #mota spoilers #buck cleven #gale cleven #harry crosby #bucky egan #masters of the air fic #masters of the air x reader #maria writes

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mikaela-the-slut-expert · 3 months

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Can you do one where male reader has blood that can heal any type of wound and the ghost city people found out about it and hurt him. Male reader is the type of person who can’t say no so he allows them to do it despite how much it hurts. He keeps it a secret from hualian and hides the wounds by covering them up. Hualian gets really worried when they noticed how male reader looks pale and lifeless and asks him what’s going on. He refuses to tell them anything and reassures them that everything is ok. Hualian eventually finds out when they stumbled upon an abandoned temple and see male reader getting his flesh and blood gouged out by the ghost city people. Hualian gets really mad and kills the ghost city people who dare hurt their beloved.

Blood Wounds

Hua Cheng x M!reader x Xie Lian

Now see here I don't think ghost city residents would EVER hurt Hua Cheng's lovers. Like the adore Hua Cheng and Xie Lian so of course they would adore reader so I'm gonna say that like maybe the visitors of ghost city?

Sorry it took so long

Ignore grammar mistakes

Ignore OOC

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You're a pretty unique person.

Xie Lian is a god, Hua Cheng's a calamity and your blood heals anything

It doesn't matter what the wound is: how deep, shallow, how major, or minor, scrapes, burns, gashes, stab wounds, amputation, or close to death.

You can heal anything

Your name spread pretty fast among the three realms.

And you love to help people! That's what you were made for after all, because you're kind.

But sometimes you're too kind, sometimes you help too many people.

A lot of people try to find you, a lot of people ask for your blood.

Humans, ghosts, gods. It doesn't matter they all want some from you.

Especially the ones who come to visit in Hua Cheng's gambling den.

They'll gamble anything, limbs, lives, loved ones. All to get riches and fortunes

But no one worries anymore since you exist.

Hua Cheng still doesn't know why suddenly gambling is becoming a rising trend

Someone gambled their hand away? Would you please be a dear and help?

Another gambled their daughter's life away? Would you kindly give me enough blood to help her live a long, fortunate life?

You say yes every time. You love to help people.

Recently it's been too much though, too much blood is being taken.

You have too many wounds of your own.

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng have noticed your lifelessness.

You're pale, barely sleep.

When you think they don't see, they do. The bandages hiding under your robes.

So of course as you lovers they ask.

You tell them nothing, you're just tired, it's just another rough patch, you just need time

They don't like that answer they aren't stupid.

So Xie Lian and Hua Cheng decide to walk around ghost city and try catching on to rumors going around.

They find some.

It isn't hard when the residents of ghost city would tell them anything.

Whispers among the city of the man who can cure anything with a drop of blood. All you have to do is ask.

The residents snitch on you but it's for your own good!

They tell Hua Cheng what's going on, about how you've been helping people who come out of the gambling den.

Xie Lian is very concerned and upset that people are taking advantage of your kindness.

Hua Cheng is pissed though seething and hissing behind his teeth. His lover was getting hurt by visitors in his city.

In his city! And he knew nothing of it, he didn't notice this going on at all and it's his job to keep an eye over the gambling den. To keep his eye over you.

Hua Cheng sends Xie Lian home.

Xie Lian spends time fixing your wounds, giving you the medicine to heal them, talking to you about what's going on.

Hua Cheng is going through records, finding the identities of each person who has recently gambled at his den.

How dare they come to his city and hurt his lover?

Hua Cheng doesn't come home until late.

He was busy traveling the three realms and murdering all those people in cold blood.

When he comes home he's covered in blood and Xie Liam shuffles him into the bath.

For the rest of the night all three of you lie in bed, your two lovers holding onto you tightly. They kiss over your scabbed wounds.

They keep a good eye on you after that.

The rumours in ghost city die out and whoever searches for you goes missing.

You're safe though and that's all that matters.

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I hope you like 🙏

#tgcf #tgcf headcanon #hualian #hualian x reader #tgcf x male reader #hua cheng x reader #tgcf hua cheng #tgcf hualian #tgcf xie lian #xie lian x reader

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yourplayersaidwhat · 11 months

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All of these were said in today’s pathfinder session.

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Kineticist (OOC): “To be fair, I don’t think she cares about innocence.”

Barbarian (OOC): “Wow, thanks for the brilliant insight into the mind of our token evil teammate.”

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DM: “What are we doing?”

Barbarian (OOC): “Arguing over the probability that you can fuck the other horny people in horny jail, keep up.”

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Gnome Bard, to Summoner (OOC): “I like that your dice are either really big or really small.”

Barbarian (OOC): “Oh, so you’re into size difference, eh?”

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Barbarian (OOC): “Welp, I physically can’t damage this guy. Anyone up for a game of War?”

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Vishkanya Bard: “We’re going into the closet.”

Gnome Bard (OOC): “Yay, we’re gay!”

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Vishkanya Bard (OOC): “It’s the rage song!”

*Rainbow Connection starts playing*

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Gnome Bard: “Food?”

DM: “It’s decayed.”

Gnome Bard: “How decayed?”

DM: “It’s decayed.”

Gnome Bard: “But, like, a little bit, or?”

DM: “De. Cayed.”

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Vishkanya Bard: “PERCEIVE.”

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Barbarian: “Listen, if you want to get your token evil teammate to do something even mildly morally neutral, you’ve gotta make it selfish.”

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DM: “He’s a demon of sadistic torture, cruelty, and bloody murder.”

Barbarian, to Summoner (OOC): “Sounds like your kinda guy.”

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Gnome Bard: “I pee off the ledge.”

The entire rest of the party + DM: “WHY????”

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Vishkanya Bard: “PERCEIVE! 9!”

DM: “COTS!”

Vishkanya Bard: “FUCK!”

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DM, to Summoner: “She worships him, right?”

Summoner: “No, he worships her.”

Barbarian: “Simp.”

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Barbarian: “Ropes or… ropes.”

DM: “They’re ROBES.”

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*book gives V-Bard damage and forces her to drop it*

V-Bard: “Hey Summoner, come look at this book!”

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DM: “That’s human blood.”

Kineticist: “Oh. Lovely.”

G-Bard: “Can I lick it?”

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Barbarian, sarcastic: “Well this guy seems… mentally healthy.”

DM, sarcastic: “He seems totally over the death of his brother.”

Summoner, chaotic evil and entirely sincere: “I like him. We could be friends.”

Barbarian: “We know.”

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G-Bard, in a voice: “The pit of despair!”

Barbarian (OOC): “… Was that Elmo?”

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Barbarian, panicked: “MMM. This is so normal I like this so much.”

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DM: “The child’s dead.”

The entire party: “WHOOOOO!”

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Kineticist, to DM (OOC): “What does it do?”

Barbarian (OOC): “It sits there and bes* full of eyeballs.”

*pronounced beez, as in the word be in the same tense as sits

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Literally any time anyone made a sex joke:

“Roll for horny jail.”

This does nothing mechanically except make us laugh.

#shit my players say #submission #pathfinder #shareable #unconventional food choices #sfw roll: nat 1

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lethalchiralium · 1 year

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Hii! I've a request. Could you make a one-shot about Ghost having a foreign gf and hearing her talk in het native language on the phone or something and he is kind of impressed or something like that:) (srry for my bad English)

Thank you in advance and have a great day!!:D

Complete | Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

a/n: i wrote this with a shot of malibu and i am now three hours into my shift, let’s fuck around and find out. (thanks for the request, it’s so cute.)

warnings: OOC!Ghost (obvi, i’m writing him so he’s always OOC), Fem!Reader (was requested), cussing, mentions of sex

It was cold in England, rain hit his windshield so hard that Ghost could hear it over the radio. He contemplated pulling over until it got better, but the temptation of sleeping in his own bed with his girlfriend curled into his chest was the only thing on his mind. That and the fact that he wanted to empty a clip into Makarov’s head.

He pulled his beat up truck into his driveway, his fingers tingled with the small thought of her - a smile and a quip that would put him on his knees. He put it into park, opening the door and jumping out. Rain immediately drenched him and he knew that she would scold him like a dog, but he wouldn’t care; just as long as he can hear her voice, he would do anything.

He pulled his dufflebag from the backseat, slamming the door before jogging towards his house. There were lights on inside, he could see it through the window even with the curtains closed. He fumbled in his jacket for his keys, pulling them out and quickly shoving the silver key into the lock. He pushed the door open as soon as it was unlocked, ripping his key out and stepping into his home, out of the rain. He stomped his boots against the mat, kicking off the mud and rain but also trying to alert you to his presence.

He put his dufflebag on the floor next to the mat, he bent down and began to unlace them.

He heard your voice before he saw you. He looked up from unlacing his right boot to see you, in a black robe with your phone pressed to your ear. Your smile was perfect, eyes wide with surprise as you moved the phone from your ear. You dashed forwards and held out your hand, to which he promptly took it in his own. He pressed a masked kiss to the back of your hand, you mouthed, “Missed you.”

“Missed you too, Little Bird.”

You fluttered like a bird just like he had said, bouncing on the balls of your feet and wiggling your shoulders a little as you responded to the person on the phone with a quick quip in your native tongue.

If Ghost could ever listen to one thing for the rest of his life, it would be you speaking in a language he’s not familiar with - any of them that you knew, being a translator in a historical society and college. He sat there, both boots unlaced and kneeled on the front door mat, holding your hand and watching her as you had a lively and quick conversation in a tongue he almost never hears anymore. It saddened a small part of him, it was truly a sight to behold when you were able to speak with anyone who knew the language. You would light up like a star and babble on and on, he couldn’t make sense of any of the syllables but that never mattered to him.

He watched you with awe in his eyes, all of the stress from the last handful of weeks he’d been without you had disappeared completely. And it was only a few more moments of you saying goodbyes and it was gone, his heart sort of dropped. He hated that you never spoke it with him when he was home.

You threw your phone in your robe pocket as soon as you ended the call, your now free hand reached for the bottom of his rain soaked mask. He nodded in approval, you were quick to pull it off and crash your lips to his. You tossed it somewhere behind you, hand squeezing his. His own free hand went up to your cheek, splaying fingers across your skin as he began to stand straight up. He pulled apart from you, toeing off his boots and gazing at you. “Why don’t you ever speak your language to me?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, questioning. “What do you mean?”

He cleared his throat. “You never speak your native language with me. You talk at me in other languages, but never the one you always talk in.”

“Simon,” You drew out his name, moving to place your hands on his sort of damp cheeks, thumbs threading across white scars. “Well, you can’t talk back to me in my language. I love to talk with you in English, I love hearing your voice.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “My voice? Nothin’ special ‘bout it. But yours- Yours,” His hands settled on top of yours, prying them from his face as he spoke, “You could speak to me in your language every second of the day, and I’ll love it. Justa hear you talk to me like that.”

Your eyes widened, you bit your bottom lip while a smile made itself known upon your face. “What if I just want to talk to you with English?” His face sort of dropped, disappointment flashed in his eyes but you hurriedly laughed, moving to hold his hands in your own. “I’m just kidding, my love.”

“I think I know how to make you talk.” His hands pried from yours, immediately coming to settle on the back of your knees. He stood, lifting you as you squeaked in surprise. Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist, hands hit right on his collarbone as his teeth nipped at your lips. His eyes kept your gaze as he whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t even be able to speak English, you’ll be beggin’ in your language.”

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#simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley call of duty #simon ghost riley x fem!reader #simon ghost riley cod #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley cod #simon riley #simon ghost riley x f!reader #simon riley call of duty #simon riley mw2 #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader

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lunargrapejuice · 1 year

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Can i request ayato in like an arranged marriage au

oooo okay okay this was the first thing that came to my mind and i actually freaking love it, i hope you like it too! <3

kamisato ayato x fem!reader | 2.4k + words

warnings: arraganged marriage au, hurt/comfort (reader having nightmares) mutual pining, only pronoun used is 'my lady' (used once), maybe ooc ayato??? i'm still getting used to writing him djdjdkdk

by now you had grown accustomed to the loneliness of your marriage; periods of time where you wouldn’t see your husband for what felt like long days and somehow even longer nights surrounded by silken sheets that never seem to warm with only your body within them. but what right did you have to complain? neither of you had asked for this marriage and ayato did try, even with his plate already so full with all of his duties as the yashiro commissioner.

even though they were few and far between, he had found moments in his ever busy schedule to take you out to tea or lunch and walk around the city. it did feel a bit stiff at first but in the two years you’ve been married it’s now grown more comfortable, something you look forward to and have found yourself longing for more of.

perhaps it was that longing getting the better of you that kept you from sleeping at night, that made you have little nightmares of a terrible future. or maybe it was the worry you held that ayato is working himself into the ground or how you couldn’t stop thinking about how you were truly falling in love with him. it’s ridiculous, you think. plenty of people are in love with their spouses but it felt even more ridiculous because you never thought you would be one of them, not in your arranged marriage that was more for politics rather than love.

and yet here you were, standing in the kitchen of the yashiro commission with a robe wrapped tight around you, sipping on warm chamomile tea to try to calm your anxious heart after laying in bed for hours thinking about how if your love for him were to show it would only be a burden to him just to finally fall asleep and slip into a reality where he knew of your love but it did just as you feared. surely the last thing he needed was to worry about how to deal with your feelings that he didn’t return.

“is everything okay y/n?” ayakas sudden voice in the quiet space startles you, the liquid in your cup nearly spilling over the edge when you jump in surprise. it’s so late, you didn’t expect her to still be up. “oh i’m sorry-”

“you’re fine, just surprised me was all,” you offer her a warm smile before putting your cup down and walking to the cupboard to grab another for ayaka, who looks just as tired as you feel. “couldn’t sleep?”

“i’m only now getting home actually,” she accepts the cup you offer her, golden liquid swirling with melting drops of honey. her lips tug up, happy but tired, as she takes in the calming aroma and how it might lull her to sleep right here and now. “what are you doing up so late? are you okay?” she asks again and you know you wont get anyway with not telling her. she could be quite persistent.

“i’m fine,” you lie. you certainly did not feel fine with your way your heart still ached front the way your husband looked at you in your dream, with cold indifference, when you laid your heart bare for him. “it was just a silly nightmare.”

“i see.. did you happen to tell ayato?”

“oh!” your heart jumps at the mention of his name. “uhm.. no, i- i haven’t but it’s not a big deal anyways,” you try to brush it off. believing it really wasn’t a big deal compared to everything else ayato had to take care of but ayakas frowning lips say otherwise.

it’s silent between you for a few moments, both of you drinking your tea and letting it warm your insides, seep into your tired muscles and hopefully bring you closer to getting some actual rest. it’s only when you’re getting ready to clean up before heading back to your room that ayaka speaks again.

“forgive me if it’s not my place to say,” she starts and the anticipation of what she's going to say lingers within your chest. ayaka was easily your best friend at the estate, you saw her more often than you did her brother and you adored being with her, but hardly did she comment on your relationship with him knowing how complicated it was. “no matter how big or small, i think ayato truly cares about how you’re doing and would want to know if something was wrong.”

“r-right,” you can barely get the words out with how your chest blossoms with heat and hope; hope that feels heavy, clouded in trepidation and yearning. only after not meeting her eye as you put the glasses away, taking a deep breath to calm your anxious heart, are you able to find your words again. “now let's both try to get some sleep, yeah? i’m sure you’ve had a tiring day.”

sleep was not in the cards for you tonight it seems. groaning from the slight pounding in your head while you wipe away the tears clinging to your cheeks, a gift from your shitty dreams, your eyes squint while looking towards the clock. the hands lit by the moonlight show it’s just after 3am. you can only hope ayaka is sleeping better than you and that ayato will come to bed soon, for both your sakes.

your sister in law's words linger in the back of your mind as you toss and turn in the sheets, trying to shake off the lingering bitter and heartbreaking memories from your dreams. would he really care to know that you’ve been having nightmares? and what would you even tell him if he asked about what they are? or worse, what if he already knew the reason.. there wasn’t much that got past the yashiro commissioner but perhaps his normal absence had made your overwhelming feelings for him go unnoticed, more important tasks and duties drawing his attention far away from you, which was just a whole other heartbreak of its own.

still.. despite your reservations, you slip from the sheets, too tired and upset to care about putting on your robe and instead take the blanket from the bed and wrap it around you. the soft fabric falls from your shoulders as you walk down the quiet hallway leading from your shared bedroom to the office of the commissioner on the other side of the house, the cold hardwood chilling your feet with every step.

you probably should have spent the time walking here to think about what you would say to him, what excuse you might use for being up this late and coming to see him but you're entire walk, until you’re standing at the closed door of his office, a faint light flickering through the bottom crack of the door, your thoughts were far from your reason as to why you were here, you only wanted to see him. but fuck this was a bad idea wasn’t it? if he’s up this late it’s because he’s busy.. you’re only bothering him.. and why would he care about a stupid nightmare? you were adult enough to get over it by yourself.. you had for so many nights already so why was tonight different?

ayatos mind was already far from the paperwork that sat on the desk when his attention was brought from the parchment to the shadow outside of his door. he waited patiently for a knock or the call of his name but when he looks at the clock in his office and sees the late hour, his first thought to who it could be is you. and truthfully.. he hopes it is.

he can imagine what would bring you to him this late at night and he can only hope it isn’t one of the worse options but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to see you. perhaps that why you were here too..

when the figure outside his door continues to not disturb his work, the shadow slowly beginning to fade, he takes matters into his own hands. his quick on his feet, regardless of how tired he is, opening the door and calling out to you when there is no mistaking you, the moonlight illuminating your soft skin and tired eyes when you turn to meet him with surprise.

“ah- i’m sorry. i wasn’t meaning to take you from your work. i’m just heading back to bed so i wont bother you any longer,” you immediately say, sheepish and so unlike your normal smiling self and he must admit, it stings in his chest.

“you never bother me y/n,” he admits with a softness in his tone that he hadn’t used in a while, not since the last time he took you to tea but that was weeks ago.. he needed to find more time with you. would you see then that you weren’t a bother and never would be? “what are you doing up? is everything alright?”

“oh, uhm..” there's a look of contemplation on your face but something about how you smile, a bit defeated but almost.. sanguine, makes his heart palpitate oddly in his chest. “it’s silly but.. i had a nightmare..”

with quiet steps he walks over to you, reaching out to pull the sheets you have wrapped around you like a shield back over your shoulders. it’s almost always a bit cold in the estate at night.

“have you been having them a lot recently?” he asks, guiding you with a hand on your lower back into his office. “is that why you haven’t been sleeping?”

he notes how adorably surprised you seem when you look up at him, your eyes big as saucers and flicking in the candle light. “you.. you know about that?”

“i do,” of course he knew. he saw how the sheets were strewn wildly around your body when he finally made it bed, like you had tossed and turned all night, he noted the dark circles under your eyes in the moments he got to see you in passing, he heard you whimper in your sleep as he got ready for bed and felt how your body only relaxed once he joined you. “your well being isn’t something that goes unnoticed by me y/n.”

“yours doesn’t get past me either you know,” you say in a rather serious tone.

he chuckles quietly, sometimes you were more like him than he thought but he adored to see this side of you. he hopes you’ll show him more often.. “oh?” he quirks a brow at you as he settles onto the mat resting in front of his desk, grabbing your hand to guide you down with him. “are you perhaps worried for me, my lady?”

even in the dim candlelight he can see the way your cheeks burst with color at the name he called you. “and if i am?”

“then that would make us the same now, wouldn’t it? so tell me, have you been having nightmares regularly?”

he wasn’t going to let you get away with not answering him and after a moment, and a small pout that he found endearing, you finally let him in. “.. not every night but it's felt like a lot more recently.”

“is something troubling you?”

“no,” you lie and he knows it. “nothing worth mentioning at least.”

he stares at you sitting next to him, violet eyes clear despite the late hour, almost as if they can see what is going on inside your heart but you don’t look at him in return for long, breaking your gaze in favor of staring at the floor, the fingers of your free hand running over the decrotated mat at your side.

“come here,” he says, tugging at the hand of yours that he was still holding, relishing in how small it felt in comparison to his. you’ve never been reluctant to obey him when he asked you for things but still, something about how easily you scoot closer to him makes his chest swell unbelievely. “i’m afraid i have some more work to get through but you are welcome to lay your head on me until i’m finished and then we can retire back to bed together.” he motions to his lap, moving so his thighs can make a comfortable pillow for you to lay on.

but your own movements have stopped, frozen in place as if he had said something completely out of this world and you didn’t know how to react. he can only chuckle lowly in response, running his thumb over your knuckles to try to reassure you it was okay.

“come on y/n,” he smiles, comforting and welcoming but teasing all the same. “we’ve shared the same bed for a couple years now. there's no need to be shy about resting your head on my lap.”

your cheeks grow warmer at that but you don’t protest.

“okay..”

as you settle into his lap, your head a comforting weight utop his thighs, he grabs his paperwork but still ignores it in favor of telling you a story in a quiet voice, soothing and soft. “my mother would always let me lay in her lap when i had bad dreams as a child.” you stop moving, looking up at him with eyes that blink slow and tired.

“she was really amazing, wasn’t she?” you ask sweetly, voice laced with sleep.

“yes, she was.” your eyes grow even more tired when his free hand begins to run through your hair, deft and calming. “she would tell me there was no reason to fear when she was there with me and somehow she had always succeeded in keeping the nightmares away…” he stops there, not all that surprised to see you fighting off sleep in order to listen to more of him but he doesn’t continue his story of her.

after a few quiet moments, violet eyes never leaving your figure, he watches as you fall into deep sleep, nuzzling your face closer to his torso. he wonders if you know how often you cling to him at night when he finally makes it to bed and if you felt how lovingly he held you in return until the sun barely peaked from the waters of the ocean to greet him for another long day away from you, hiding feelings he hadn't decide to admit but after tonight, when you found your way to him in such a state, wanting him - maybe even needing him- he's starts to wonder if he's been a fool for not confessing sooner.

his gentle fingers caress your still warm cheek, brushing the few loose strands of hair behind your ear and soaking in how peaceful you look in his lap, he might not get any more work done at this rate. “i am much colder than my mother was but perhaps.. i can do the same for you, my love.”

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marcilled · 4 months

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i had to take a little while to formulate my thoughts on that marcille illustration trigger put out, cuz ive seen a lot of people in the fandom draw complaints about it and i both agree and disagree with the common complaints.

everyone is right about the titillating pose being incredibly ooc for marcille. the problem isn't that trigger is trying to sexualize her, it's that they get her characterization wrong while doing so, imo. it's important that she is a slightly neurotic, easily flustered "failgirl". she's a clean freak. if she's going to be lying in repose on the dirty floor looking sexily at someone she'd only do it for a purpose (or for falin). she's not some generic anime waifu and they have to understand that or they're gonna have a lot of disappointed fans!

that being said, i really appreciate that they managed to put some horny energy into that illustration without making marcille show a lot of skin. She's just wearing her usual blue robes- it's moreso the pose/expression that imparts the "horny energy", and that, at least, is correct to me- I'd argue it matches the same energy that Ryoko kui often gives out with her art! This isn't like kill la kill, and honestly thank god. That was something i was incredibly worried about when i heard trigger was adapting dungeon meshi. They still have the opportunity to fail me, but i haven't seen any overtly misogynist fanservice from them on this show so far yet. Making marcille ooc for the purpose of being sexy does make me worry, though, that's a troubling sign...

However, as much as i find it to be a troubling sign, I think people are getting a bit too psyched out on this issue. It honestly makes sense that they'd release some fanservice-y promotional art like this before the anime airs, it draws people in and invites discussion after all lol. it doesn't necessarily represent or even say anything at all about what marcille is going to be like in the anime itself! there's the concern that it does represent how she'll be handled in the anime of course, but it's hard to really say for sure. personally, i'm going to hold my breath until the first episode drops at midnight tonight. i'm maintaining my optimism, i feel really excited about this anime.

no matter what happens, i'm just glad that so many new folks are going to get to experience this story that i love so much! It's never going to compare to the manga itself, but I have hopes it'll still be really good regardless. If you find yourself liking the anime but having gripes with how they handled parts of it, just read the manga! it's well-worth it, Dungeon meshi is a story worth reading one page at a time.

#vivi bleats #dungeon meshi

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f1nalboys · 6 months

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Hiiiiiii I love ur Randy stuff so like…. What if Randy and reader were trying out role playing their fav horror characters (reader as final girl, Randy as the slasher) but he keeps calling out reader for being ooc, so reader gets annoyed and makes them switch roles. And Randy is like,,,, INTO it 🫣

anon. anon..... u r the love of my life i fear we are to be married in three days time bc omggggggg THIS REQUEST DID SOMETHING TO ME...... thank you. anyways i rlly hope you like this!!!!! i had sm fun writing it hehe >:) and maybe perhaps ill do a part two for this later on but for now hehe

Randy Meeks x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1482

WARNINGS: nsfw, roleplay (killer/victim,) predator/prey dynamics, knife play, degradation, dom!reader, sub!randy, dry humping, premature ejaculation, implication of oral (reader recieving), lot's of 'victim's and 'slut's are said, mention of having a safeword but it's not used, sorta kinda proofread yall know me at this point

“They wouldn’t do that!” Randy’s voice calls out again, back to his usual tone with a hint of annoyance. You pause, grinding your teeth as you turn around. You had just reached the front door of the cabin you and Randy had rented for the weekend for your little roleplay and he had dropped the act in an instant, huffing from behind you. His mask is off and held in his hand at his waist, his eyes narrowed. “You should’ve run up the stairs.”

“Randy, c’mon-”

“I’m serious! Why would you run outside?”

“Because that’s what I’d do if a masked killer was chasing me!” You huff, tugging at the pajamas you were wearing. “Are you sure you even want to do this? You say you want the whole ‘thrill of the chase’ and then keep stopping to tell me I’m fucking it up.” Randy sighs, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you in close to him.

He kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m being a dick, I know.” You hum, agreeing, and he snorts. Taking a deep breath, he pulls back from you and shrugs. “Maybe I’m just not gonna be able to get the vision out of my head… I don’t know, let’s just… stop for the night, okay?”

“No, no, I want to do this with you,” you say, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You stare at him for a moment, your mind searching for a solution, when an idea hits you. Your soft smile turns slightly sinister as you reach down, taking the mask from him and running your finger along the white ghostly face. “I have an idea… if you’re up for it.” You say quietly, looking up at Randy.

He cocks an eyebrow at you, noting your change in demeanor. “Alright… I’m intrigued. Can’t tell if I’m more scared or turned on by your smile… I think it’s sexy how scary and cryptic you’re being.” You snort at his words, rolling your eyes. “So… what’s your idea, baby?”

“Let’s swap places. You’ll be the sexy guy home alone…and I’ll be the killer.” You palm him, the fabric of both his jeans and his costume impeding most of your touch, but you get the desired result; Randy groans under his breath, eyes fluttering closed for the briefest of moments. “That way you can be the perfect victim for me, won’t you baby? Get your adrenaline running… get the chase you’ve always wanted… but you’ll just be the one getting chased.”

You can see the gears turning in his head as he considers it, his eyes flicking upwards towards the ceiling before he shrugs. “Fuck it, why not.” Randy takes a slight step away from you and pulls the costume off of him, bundling it up and passing it off to you. He watches with an eager smile as you pull the robe over your clothes. “Might need this,” he hums, passing you the large hunting knife and the sheath from his belt, and you grin, holding it tightly before you pull the mask onto your face. “You look sexy.”

Grinning, you tilt your head to the side in silence. Randy’s eyes have a flicker of recognition of you taking your role seriously. He gives you a wink. “Right, right. Silent killer, only taunting when they’re ready…” He looks around the dim cabin and shrugs. “Wanna start back up where you and I left off, then?” You answer by slowly pulling the knife from its sheath, the blade bright against the dark background. Randy turns on his heel and runs, bolting up the steps. You follow quickly, hot on his trail.

Randy puts up a pretty good fight. He’s faster than you and he dives into the character of ‘final boy’ with ease, kicking you off of him when you finally catch up and grab ahold of his shirt. He curses, breaking character to reach over to you and ask if you’re alright. You respond with a slice of the knife, grazing his arm.

He yelps, stumbling back onto his ass as he clutches his arm, staring at the thin cut across his arm before you jump on top of him, pushing him onto his back and pinning him to the floor. “Get off me!” Randy says, struggling underneath you, but the sight of the blade waving in front of his face causes him to still. You sit back onto his stomach, your legs on either side of him. Carefully and silently, you drag the tip of the knife down his face.

“Pretty little Randy,” you coo, an edge to your voice he had never heard before. “So desperate to get chased around and fucked, right?” He swallows heavily, flinching away from the knife as you drag it along the side of his face. His lips part, ready to say something, wincing when you dig the knife into his cheek a little harder. “Don’t fucking talk.” You fix the mask on your face, allowing you to see a bit better, before you remove the knife from his face. Scooting backwards, you grind against his clothed cock and laugh cruelly at the bulge you can feel. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”

Randy shakes his head, his cheeks flushing, but he can’t deny the way he lifts his hips to grind against you harder or the small gasp he lets out. “N-No, I’m not,” he says, his voice catching at the end as you grind down against him harder. “Fuck, fuck, o-okay…” Randy swallows hard, closing his eyes. “I kinda am.”

“Isn’t that just pathetic.” You hum, setting a slow pace against him. The movement of your hips was driving him crazy, whimpers spilling from his lips despite his best efforts to hold them back. “Aww, is it feeling good? Your heart’s beating like crazy,” you say as you lay your hand flat against his chest, the knife in your other hand coming to rest against his neck. “I can feel it. You know what else I can feel?”

“Wh-what?”

“How much of a slut you are.” You leer, digging the knife into his neck, just enough to scare him. Well, scare a normal person. Instead, Randy’s eyes shut and he lets out a loud groan, his hips sputtering slightly against your still-grinding hips. You grin, tilting your head again. “See? Only a dirty, disgusting, depraved whore would like this. Bet you’re close, too, aren’t you, Randy?”

He shakes his head, gulping, his eyes still squeezed tight. “M’not, fuck, I’m not close.”

“No? So if I stopped, you’d be alright with that, then?” You question, purposely slowing your hips down. Randy whines, shaking his head despite the threat of the blade, and you grin. “See? You want me to keep going so you can cum in your pants with a knife to your neck.” You grind down harder, rolling your hips, biting your tongue to keep from moaning. You had to pretend you weren’t into this just as much as he was.

Randy's eyes roll into the back of his head as he cums in his jeans, his hips thrusting upwards to gain even more friction against you. “Fuck,” he pants as you finally slow your hips down, still positioned on top of him. He blinks up at you, letting the mask come into focus when he laughs, reaching up and pulling it off of you. “That was fucking amazing. You did way better at being the killer, honestly.”

You snort, leaning down to kiss him briefly before sitting back up. “You don’t think we’re done, do you?” You ask with a tilt of your head, your smile growing at the confusion on his face. You drag the tip of the knife down his chest gently, wetting your bottom lip with your tongue before slipping the blade under his shirt and slicing. Randy flinches at the sound of the cutting fabric, his heart hammering in his chest.

“What the hell are you doing, Y/N?” He asks, looking down as he watches you trail the knife over his stomach to his freckled chest. “C-come on, knock it off.”

“You know what to say to get me to stop,” you say harshly, though your eyes are a little softer, searching his fear-filled eyes to see if he needed a break. When he doesn’t respond with the safe word, you grin, standing up. “Stay fucking still,” you grunt, putting the knife inbetween your teeth as you pull your shorts and underwear off, tossing them to the side before settling back down over his lap. “Be a good little victim and do what I want and maybe, just maybe,” you coo as you slide up his body, hiking your costume up over your hips, and it’s clear by the glint in his eye that he understands what you want. “I’ll let you live."

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Make It Up to You

Tom Riddle x Male Reader

A/N: This was requested over on our Wattpad! I hope this is okay! I ditched my original idea so I hope it’s still fine, I'm so unfamiliar with Tom Riddle, and I have no idea how he'd act so he’s probably so ooc. Any and all feedback is appreciated! I'm so sorry it's this short, I can try to write something longer for him another time, maybe once I'm confident with writing his personality.

You and Tom had been together for about 2 months now, your feelings for the raven growing with each day. The two of you had planned a romantic evening in the courtyard, to talk as the sun set.

You had been waiting for about 20 minutes now, taking glimpses at your watch occasionally. Tom was never the type to arrive late, most of the time making it before you. So you were obviously quite curious, maybe even a little worried. Yet you continued to wait, deciding if he didn't arrive by the end of the hour, you would leave to try and find him.

You barely notice the time passing by as you watch the stars, making shapes as you fell into your own world. That was until you heard the door squeak open and fall back shut. You dropped your gaze to the out-of-breath figure standing before you. "I'm so sorry, Dear. I was caught up taking care of a few 1st years. Please forgive me for missing our date."

You let out a chuckle as you place a hand on his cheek, your face inching closer to his. "Of course I forgive you, Love. You had no control over it." He nods, leaning further into your touch, thus bringing his face dangerously close to your own.

He hums before he speaks, a hushed tone being let out. "Yes, but there is something I do have control over. How about I make it up to you? Perhaps somewhere a little more private?" His lips softly pressed onto yours as he awaited an answer.

Once he pulls back, you give him your approval. The two of you were now quick to rush into the nearest bathroom, moving into the nearest stall as your hands turned the lock.

You pushed him against the stall door as your lips collided, his hands holding onto whatever part of you they could as one of yours moved to the nape of his neck, your fingers curling into his short locks. Your breaths become rapid and uneven as the both of you struggle to pull off each other's robes, your lips still locked together.

As both of your robes fall to the ground, you pull back. Your hot, short breaths mingle with each other's before you move back in, his arms now wrapped around your neck as you pull his body into yours. The kiss now somehow deeper than before as Tom brings his hands to your chest, pulling at your tie before fiddling with the buttons on your blouse.

You assist him, taking your hands off of him as you finish the last couple of buttons before letting it fall, it landing on top of your forgotten robe. Tom's fingers run through your hair as you start to work on his button-up, your hands fumbling around as they reach lower.

As he's about to pull his shirt off, a voice echoes through the stone bathroom.

"Naughty Naughty, you're gonna get caughty."

Your heads turn at the unmistakable sound of Peeves' taunting, Tom's quickly pulling his clothes back on as you pick yours up from the floor, the poltergeist continues. "Headmaster Dippet won't be proud to hear this." He quickly scurries away as you're left with an embarrassed Tom.

"I should probably go and sort that out." His words were breathy, still recovering from the lack of air minutes prior. You nod, chuckling as he quickly fixes his appearance before he opens the door to the stall, rushing out the bathroom to try and beat Peeves to the Headmaster's office.

A/N: I really don't like this, I don't think I did it as well as I could've. I hope it's still readable though. I also wanted to say thank you guys for the amount of requests, it makes things just that bit easier! And thank you for all the support, we really appreciate it!

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deathbxnny · 6 months

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Omg official first request I've made ever?

Okay so hear me out, Dragonkin Reader, Dragon of war at a point of time in the past who was best friends with Morax in ye olden days. Reader who use to drink Osmanthus wine with everyone and such, ended up in a marriage with the great Morax and over time things got shaky, when he faked his death and took the name Zhongli and decided that having a dragon partner with obvious features of Dragonkin isn't great for his whole Human(tm) brand he has going on so he just neglects the reader except for during meetings with Childe on occasion, and reader just so happens to befriend Childe who definitely has his eyes for the stunning dragonkin...and perhaps even challenges them to a spar in which Reader wins and he just falls over head in heels with them..and perhaps reader shows up soggy in the rain at the inn room he's in when Zhongli presented Divorce papers and essentially kicked them out 👀 or something of the sort. Extra angst extra forbidden(ish) romance 👀👀👀

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A/N: Why hello there! I am honoured to be the recepient of your request, dear definitely-a-stranger of mine! I love the idea, but have changed it maybe a little bit too much on accident, so I hope that you'll like it anyways!<33 Content: Mention of non-sexual nudity!!!, some light flirting, neglect, Zhongli being a bad husband (like in most of my writing for him-), some angst, emotional adultery???, hurt/kind of comfort, talks of divorce, Childe being a sly homewrecker, somewhat forbidden romance, romantic tension, characters might be ooc?? idk- Female reader, who has some dragon-like features! Word count: 2.2k ((Not proofread at all!!!))

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"Take a leap into the waters below with me, won't you?"

It was a cold and misty morning, when Ajax decided to take a nice swim in an uncharted lake he had found during his travels. It was close to the borders of Liyue city, hidden in a lush field of tall grass, and yet no map seemed to acknowledge it's existence. This intriuged him greatly, as not even locals seemed to be aware of it. And so, whenever the tempratures dropped, he ventured out for a quick dip in the cold water, a familiar tradition from back home. He trudged through the thick grass, his eyes narrowing against the mist. It was easy to miss the lake and so he was always very careful in looking for it, having even gone as far making a small pathway for himself.

A content smile pulled at his lips, when he finally saw the still surface of it in the distance, his steps speeding up, until he stood at the small part of the shoreline that wasn't covered in rocks. His boots came off first, then his shirt and jacket, then his pants. All unceremoniously thrown onto a nearby rock, right next to the foreign silken robes he hadn't seen in his eagerness to get in. Ignorant to what may linger below, he was quick to lower himself into the water, letting out a soft hiss at how cold it was.

Just like how it was back home.

He closed his eyes, muscles tensing and flexing, before they relaxed and his mind drifted into thoughtless dreams of work and his family. It was quiet and peaceful here... perhaps a little too unnaturally quiet. But his apparent fearlessness didn't allow him any doubt or worry. Every now and then, he'd hear the soft movement of the water in the subconsciousness of his mind, until it became a little too often and began near approaching him. He cracked a tired eye open, his arms crossed over his broad chest, as he tried seeing what the source of the sound was. was it a fish? Frog? ... A woman?

The young man gasped softly, his body straightening up in surprise, when he saw her carelessly step out of the water, goosebumps spreading across her body when the cold breeze hit her skin. He opened his mouth to perhaps apologise or question her... yet not a word was able to escape his lips. And she didn't seem to particularly acknowledge him either. Instead, she just now stood next to him, calmly looking off into the distance, before her head slowly turned to look down at him.

The silence was suffocating, but Ajax's mind was racing with millions of thoughts at once. He should be looking away from her nude form. He should get up and... No, he can't do that either, as he was in a similar state. Yet he seemed to have more shame than her. So instead, he could only blink in surprise, when he noticed the scales, horns and cat-like slitted, intense eyes. She was no human, he then determined. A siren maybe? Was she going to rip him apart with the sharp teeth he spied under her lips? Was she going to dig her sharp nails into his heart and take it for herself? Was she going to seduce him and drag him into the depths of the lake as punishment for being so careless? Ajax fidgeted nervously. At least she was beautiful, he supposed. Breathtaking, in a literal sense, if you will.

And yet, his creative imagination came to an end, when the woman finally spoke up, still so unbothered by it all. "It's been a while, since a human decided to lose it's way into my territory..." She hummed, before just stepping out of the water and collecting the robes the harbinger had ignored. "... Have any of them survived to tell the tale?" He asked, trying to retain some semblance of his composure, which seemed impossible in her presence. He heard a small huff, perhaps a chuckle. "Some, yes." She mused, but her voice was oddly devoid of any emotions. Or perhaps, human emotions.

Childe dared to look behind him then, his eyes catching as her bare shoulder disappeared under the silk. "I won't go down so easily, if you happen to be in a bad mood today then." The man near challenged, but he was only met with a slight turn of her head in his directon, as she halted her movements. "I doubt, that you'll ever be a match forme, even in a good mood." She replied, before slowly walking away, her hands gently brushing against the tall grass. But her words only ticked off Ajax's challenging nature, which made him swiftly stand and give her a slight grin. "Then fight me. I assume you are an ancient creature, one with great power. I'd appreciate the challenge-" "-Maybe next time." Was all she said, as her form merged with the mist and disappeared soundlessly. Childe stood in the still water for a while after, his breathing a little laboured from the excitement that had filled him from her words alone.

So much for relaxation...

He visited the lake often afterwards, in hopes of seeing the woman again. And every now and then, he'd be lucky enough to do so, even if she never agreed to a fight. Instead, he'd spend his time speaking to her, although that was a little difficult at first due to her reserved nature. Something that Ajax was eventually able to break through as well. He learned three things about her over the few weeks he had spent here. Her name was (Y/N), she was once an ancient, powerful dragon... and she is married, unfortunately. To who exactly however, she refused to say. Not that it mattered anyways, since childe's brewing, selfish jealousy only saw it as a challenge too, if anything. Especially when he learned that your dear husband wasn't very attentive to you in the first place.

"Say, wouldn't your husband get quite angry, if he saw his wife and a foreign man sitting in a lake together... naked?" He one day asked, loosely gesturing between the two of them lazily to empathise his point. But he had learned over time, that dragons didn't care about nudity all that much. They techincally usually didn't wear clothes anyways, right? (Y/N) seemed to have learned some human customs at least regarding that, but her lake, her rules, he supposed. "He forgets I'm there most of the time. I doubt he'll care now." She hummed, her body laying across the warm sand. It was a hot day, the sun shining down and reflecting against the lakes still surface. Ajax kept his eyes away from her, mainly out of odd embarrassment, that he usually couldn't care to feel. But she made him feel alot of similar emotions against his will anyways.

"How can he forget you? I certainly think about you all the time." "About me? Or the duel you are itching to have?" He simply grinned knowingly in response. It was both, ofcourse. "I guessed so... but I'll have to disappoint you once again, I'm afraid. There is a meeting I have to attend with my husband." She muttered, sighing as she sat up with a slight frown. Ajax raised a brow, a silent question she understood. "Appearances are important to him." "I see... but what about your...?" He trailed off, eyes daring steal a glance at her horns, that made her nod. "Yes, I hide them around him... or other people for that matter." "Ah, so, I'm special then?" He teased, making her huff and pull on her thin robe. "Perhaps in a way, you are... but then again, you are in my domain." She said, which made the man smirk a little. He'll take that for now.

She took her leave then, a small wave and bow of her head, before she disappeared in the tall grass. Ajax sighed to himself and sunk deeper into the water. He also had a meeting to get to... but for now, he'll stay in your domain to relax in your comfort, that even lingered in your absence.

"Perhaps I shouldn't have done that..." He cursed, when he was running late from falling asleep in the lake. He didn't know how it happened and was quite irritated at himself. This was a mess, but knowing him, he'd always find a way out of everything. So when he arrived at the restaurant, he put on his best, apologetic smile, as he went to greet the man. "Ahaha.... my apologies, Mr. Zhongli! Last minute work came up, that I had to take care of and..." His words trailed off, when his eyes found the familiar gaze of the dragonic woman. He gulped, when it all dawned on him... but then the confusion settled in. Why would such a powerful, ancient dragon be with a funeral consultant? Unless... he didn't know? Yes, that made alot of sense, especially when she looked so human-like now. Somehting that irked Ajax deep down, for some reason.

"That's alright, things happen." Zhongli hummed, ushering the man to take a seat, when he absently waved a hand into the direction of his near stoic wife. "I hope you don't mind my wife joining us for the evening?" He asked, making the harbinger clear his throat. "No, ofcourse not... it's an honour.." (Y/N) seemed less affected by the whole ordeal and so he decided to reel himself in as well and go ahead with the meeting. Every now and then, his eyes would find her calm form picking at her food or idly looking off at a nearby wall. He also quickly noticed how... indifferent Zhongli was to her.

His eyes never trailed to her breathtaking form in her fancy, silken robes. He never spoke a word to her, never asked for her opinion. It irritated Ajax. If she was his, he'd show her off, boast bout the strong, powerful wife he had at his side. He'd never allow her to hide her dragonic features either. She was to be worshipped, just like she told him she once was... but then again, Childe was selfish. He'd rather just worship her all on his own.

And by the end of the evening, it took all his strength to not rip her away from the other man's unworthy grasp. What did he have, that Ajax didn't? But all he could really do, was watch the two walk away, her eyes meeting his briefly, before she disappeared after her husband in the dense crowd.

"Even after a nice evening, you can't seem to acknowledge me, Morax." (Y/N) said, although she knew her word would just fall on deaf ears. Especially when she used his old name, actual name. "I don't expect much else from you however.... Would you like it, if I simply disappeared into the depths of my lake forever? Far away from any civilisation, forever alone?" More silence, as the man simply took off his coat and shoes. He only responded when she used that pathetic human name of his. But she'd be damned, before she allowed herself to sink that low. "I will warn you, that I will not be alone however. I have perhaps found someoneelse. Someone who appreciates the war and carnage of love much more than you ever could have."

Zhongli stopped in his tracks, his head tilting ever so slightly in her direction. He wouldn't even spare her a last glance it seemed. He had fully given up on his past and his wife of eons with it. "Then leave." "Very well, Morax." She saw his jaw clench, a last dig at revenge, the sound of a ring hitting the marble floor blending in with the door falling shut.

The moon was high up in the sky, by the time (Y/N) arrived at her lake. As expected, Ajax was already resting in it and for a while it seemed. "It's a little late for a swim, don't you think?" He asked, making the woman hum in response, as she shrugged her clothes off and walked past him into the lake, until it reached her hips. "Says who? I make the rules here." The man sat up, his head tilted back a little to laugh softly. "My, when did you get so sassy? Seems like I'm rubbing off on you." "Perhaps so... why are you here?" She finally asked the obvious question, that earned her a smirk. But it was a dangerous one. "It's not for a duel, for once." He mused, the message clear.

This type of burning love he felt was forbidden and perhaps for a good reason. A dragon and a human couldn't possibly be together, and then there was Zhongli, who he still assumed was just a mere human. People would call him a homewrecker, or maybe they'd dare to blame you. But alas... when was Childe ever the one to back down from anything? Especially when he wanted something? It was a risky, uncharted part of life for him... yet that alone seemed to have worked out for him before with this lake, right? "I see... then what is it?" She asked carefully, eyes narrowing a little, when he chuckled.

"I'd like to take a leap of faith." "A leap of faith?" "Yes." His answers were clear and confident, filled with an arrogance only he perhaps could have. But that intriuged the woman, who hummed and reluctantly held her hand out to him then; A final test.

"Then come... Take a leap into the waters below with me, won't you?"

"Challenge accepted."

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A/N: Alrighttt, my back hurts! And this took me about 3 hours to write... and I maybe went off the idea alot... BUT I know you'll appreciate it anyways. I hope everyone else enjoyed this too and thank you again for the request, dear!<33

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celestiaxoxo · 8 months

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𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈 (𝐁𝐒𝐃)

DISCALIMER! : TWISTED WONDERLAND AND BUNGO STRAY DOGS BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS!

CHARACTERS : 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎

WARNINGS : SOMEWHAT OOC CHARACTERS, CURSING, AND MENTIONS OF GRAPHIC VIOLENCE. [READER WILL BE REFERRED TO AS YUU] ENGLISH ISN’T MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO PLEASE DON’T MIND MY GRAMMAR OR SPELLING.

WORD COUNT! : 3.4 k

Setting the stage : Yuu had been trying to get some food for dinner after finishing another successful case, it had been a tiring day but giving the victim’s family a sense of closure truly made all the effort put in the case all worth it.

Yuu looked down after hearing a loud grumbling sound coming from their stomach and pouted while patting the stomach that was acting like a starved madman as if they hadn’t eaten a whole buffet yesterday.

Then just as they were about to cross the street the sound of horses and a carriage coming at a quick speed quickly brought them back to earth as they felt their whole body completely freeze up in place—as if something had been forcefully keeping it in place while the carriage came closer seemingly having no intention to stop anytime soon.

That had been the last thing they remembered before Yuu had woken up inside a coffin. It hadn’t taken them long to simply forcefully and easily kick the door down with their strength that enabled it all more easily.

They had woken up in quite the strange circumstances, but they were more worried about going home and finally eating than figuring out why a small feline that made them remember Ms.Haruno’s cat wanted the robes that they didn’t remember putting on.

Could it be they had put it on and just didn’t remember?

Either way it seemed like the feline wanted the cat more desperately than they did so it wasn’t too much of a problem to give it to him. Right after, Yuu had been planning on asking for some directions to the Armed Detective Agency but before they had the time to open up their mouth the cat had snatched the robe from their hands and flung himself to the coffin they had just walked out off.

“Huh.” Must be another city-folk thing they couldn’t understand yet.

Yuu didn’t think much of it, deciding that the cat was probably having a bad day so decided to go along with the next best option, exploring the place for themselves to be able to leave.

A familiar grin quickly formed in their face while their steps had a certain skip on them.

But after the day had ended they had realized that perhaps leaving and getting back to the Armed Detective Agency would take longer than they had expected.

#—𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎

His first impression of Yuu had been of another troublemaker that had been trying to have a grand entrance by skipping the entrance ceremony and bringing their familiar too only to cause mayhem didn’t exactly have the best first impression, until of course the mirror decided to drop another bomb today by saying a person they had brought here had no magic.

Someone with no magic had been brought to a school for young mages and couldn’t even be sorted into a dorm—just amazing. Yet something he personally found odd was the blinding smile the new student was obviously still wearing in their face after being told something that would probably shatter many people’s ego. It was odd for the lack of better word.

Then everything got even weirder, the familiar had managed to get out of the Headmaster’s binds and was now trying to burn the students in the assembly. Something that while easily avoidable for someone like him it was also a chance to get the upper hand he just couldn’t pass.

Azul had thought he knew how this would end—Riddle and him would work together and make a quick work of the raccoon then earn some bonus points with the headmaster. That was what was supposed to happen, until it didn’t.

Just as he had swung his pen to strike the raccoon that Riddle had managed to make it momentarily sway from side to side after running into a wall before a blur passed him by the corner of his eye and before he could react the monster had disappear from where it had previously been at. It was baffling leaving him to quickly look around trying to gauge if it could also teleport before he saw it struggling in the new magicless student’s arms.

The monster was obviously trying to swipe with his paws at the person who seemed unfazed even with fire being spit on their faces.

But that was not what had left Azul surprised but the speed and strength that someone had to have to be able to jump at that speed while also putting the needed strength to get there. Without taking the happy-go-lucky smile that of their face for even a second, it left him wondering if this person was more similar to Jade than he originally had. To always have a smile that dripped of amusement was too similar to one of the eels that found personal amusement in the struggle of others.

This had captured his attention especially with the magic-less status that seemed more null the more he thought about it. Could it be a blessing? Or a curse? Whatever it was it was something he couldn’t pinpoint—and the more Azul didn’t know the more he wanted to be aware of the situation.

And he would have tried to strike a conversation to (grill information) to get to know each other more, but was regretfully stopped by the rushed announcement from none other than the headmaster for the dormleaders to guide their new students to their respective dorms.

It lingered on the back of the merman for longer than usual before he shook it off finding no profit from letting his thought linger on something that was of no help at all.

Until of course he heard of Riddle’s overblot and eventually Leona’s too.

It was shocking hearing two different overblots happening in such a short amount of time and hearing about the new student and it’s familiar being involved in both of them too left a lot to question. It was a shame he couldn’t do any useful digging yet, as he was more focused on making the study guides for the idioti—unfortunate fools that need some extra help in their midterms. And who was he to not allow his benevolence to guide those in need of a helping hand?

But of course he also wasn’t blind to how the interaction between the leech brothers and the ramshackle perfect had gone. He was vaguely aware that they hadn’t been the only ones present in the scene however they had been the one who’s actions had been the most shocking.

According to Jade they had not only withstand one of Floyd’s (bone breaking) squeezes but had also return the favor with an admirable strength while laughing as if it had been nothing but a fun bonding activity between fellow students and not a murder attempt from the eel.

After being told that by Jade with a straight face he had almost asked if this was another attempt to make him loose his cool before remembering they had not only survived two overblots but also their easy display of strength and speed back then in the entrance ceremony.

“And you’re sure you didn’t hear any type of bone creaking?”

“I’m sure.”

“Great.”

“That’s exactly what I had thought.”

“…”

It was a new unwanted variable, but something he could work with. A cold scheming smile spread across his face as he remembered vaguely seeing two other freshman from Heartslabyul and it would be such a shame if they made a contract and just couldn’t right keep up their part of their deal. And what better way to do so than to offer his gracious help in the academic exams that were soon coming and of course if that wasn’t of interest there was also different things he could bargain for. As long as gif the information of how exactly a human had managed to gain that sort of strength.

Now it was only a matter of time before everything fell into place.

…It seemed like things going the ways they were supposed to was becoming a trend when the Ramshackle prefect and their little annoying raccoon was involved. It had all started after he had successfully gotten all his targets under a contract, while the ones that had successfully succeed in their deals walked away scout free with perfect scores—the ones that couldn’t hold their end of their deal however were left with the less than pleasant consequences.

While Azul had been giving his speech his eyes caught the eyes of a person who he hadn’t remembered to have invited nor signed a contract with. But having had their friends under a contract it was (not) expected for them to come, unlike most NRC students which would have not batted an eyelash at their friends’ demise if it meant they didn’t get caught in the wildfire.

Their next interaction has been with another Savanaclaw student next to them making those two have an almost comical difference in expression. While one had a disgusted expression the other one was smiling like nothing was wrong in the world even if they were supposedly here to bargain for their friends’ freedom. Azul had been pleasantly surprised how smoothly everything had went. He thought it would require a more forceful approach.

Thankfully it seemed that the prefect had been happily satisfied with the chance of saving their friends even going as far to say, “It sounds like a sweet deal to me! And even if we do fail I have enough experience to live outdoors!” And respectfully the merman thought somebody had to be out of their marbles to even consider the option of living in outdoor land—of course outdoor sea was another thing completely.

Then his overblot had happened.

He was ashamed to admit that it had even happened—a moment of weakness which just by the twins retell (which they took a lot of sadistic pleasure on doing again and again) became more embarrassing after realizing who had the greatest hand in taking him down before doing something he could have regretted for life. (don’t people know how many opportunities having a manslaughter looks in your resume?)

The prefect had once again demonstrated their outstanding strength by actually wrestling him down while avoiding being grabbed by one of his tentacles at the same time. According to the eels it had been an amazing sight to witness, Floyd looked a little too excited saying that so it wouldn’t surprised him if the twin would soon start asking for more squeezes from the Ramshackle resident.

But did he still remember who had been the first person he saw after waking up from the nurse’s office? Perhaps a little too much. The prefect had been waiting next to his resting bed while sitting on a chair seemingly to be somewhat worried before seeing him waking up which prompted for a smile too cheery to appear on their face.

“This would have been easier if Ms. Yosano were here.” Was what Azul had thought to first hear after opening his eyes but it wasn’t something he necessarily focused on. Instead he tried bearing with the overwhelming headache that assaulted him as soon as he woke up from the lights that were coming from the open curtain window.

But that didn’t last long either as in the next second they had quickly been closed by who he first had guessed was the nurse before actually opening his eyes and looking straight at the relieved smile from the ‘magic-less’ student.

That was when his mind had connected the voice with a face and worse of it all a blurry memory of blot running down his face and overwhelming emotions that made him act…probably not the most decent way. But it did left go question why in the world was this person here, he narrowed his eyes at them now wondering if this was going to be a bragging session for letting himself overblot.

“You’re alright! I’m so glad…” Yuu mumbled having first started with a louder tone of voice before seeing the flinch and annoyed glare of Azul from his resting position.

“You—you are here?” The question stumbled out of his mouth faster than he could process it. If anybody asked, it had mostly to do with the tiredness and anesthesia that he had just been out of (there had been no anesthesia involved) and remembering the amount of contracts that had gone to waste for the effort of the one in front of him and the other spoiled beastmen made his blood pressure rise to dangerous levels.

He watched warily how the person in front of him kept smiling without as so much as a twitch. It almost drove him to the edge.

“Of course! I was worried about your condition.”

“What do you want?”

“Eh?”

“I’ll repeat this only once, what is it you wish to achieve from this.” Azul repeated with a colder tone now that he had quickly figured out what this interaction had been for since the very beginning. Either as a way of revenge or getting something out of him after his embarrassing actions he was not going to let another moment of weakness be shown to anyone.

“What I want? Why does that matter now?” Azul narrowed his eyes suspiciously wondering if this was a way to make the atmosphere more suspenseful so when the bomb hits it would be more impactful. He watched waiting for anything other than his suspicious to show what this person wanted but nothing was given away except a confused smile sent in his way.

“You fainted not too long ago and that doesn’t even matter to me! But you need to lay down—the nurse said your situation was fragile. So save your breath!” It seemed like his input in the conversation was unwanted because in the next second the perfect had forcefully manhandled him into a fully resting position instead of his former sitting position without minding Azul’s complains.

With a show of strength that reminded him of the previous fears that the Ramshackle resident had shown.

“But—” His sentence had been interrupted by the flying raccoon who had opened the door loudly without care for those who were currently trying to rest while calling out for his supposed ‘henchman’.

“Ack! He’s already awake?! He woke up even faster than Riddle…”

Azul wondered if the monster thought that he couldn’t hear his not-whispered words and remembered the previous amount of intelligence that was shown in their previous interactions quickly made him realize that it was probably the case scenario currently happening.

“Eh? Grim!” The elated voice of the ramshackle prefect filled his ears as they practically smothered the flying monster with a hug that was probably too tight if the reaction of the raccoon was anything to go by.

Azul coughed in his fist to hide the laughter that threatened to spill after hearing the strangled ‘henchmen’ that fell from the cat’s mouth.

It went like this for quite some time before Yuu seemed to remember something and quickly usher Grim out while telling him to wait for a moment in the hallway which gave him the cue that this was probably when the demand for his service would soon be demanded.

But what he wasn’t prepared for was for the picture that he had requested to be obtained from the museum to be delicately placed on his lap by the perfect making him snap his eyes back to Yuu with stunned shock. There was a thin silence that covered the room that only they shared.

There was something tight in his chest as he quickly took the picture and kept it out of both his and the ramshackle’s resident’s eyes it was a reaction made almost in instinct which he knew didn’t escape the other person’s eyes. But he was more stunned that he was even allowed to have it in his possession after what he had done (he knew if it were him in their place he would not have let it slide) it left him unsure of what to feel or do really.

“I broke our contract didn’t I? I didn’t think Mister Leona was going to take such action but it’s still no excuse. So I wanted to at least keep my part of the deal by giving you this.” Azul was still surprised to see and hear what was being said to him from the person he had almost successfully left homeless. It also left him wondering if he was hallucinating but that was for another time.

“I’m not sure why you want it—I almost considered not getting it knowing that Mister Kunikida would have been mad after hearing a member of the detective agency took such a risk and stole something from museum of all things,” Azul quickly became invested and aware of the detective part that was unexpected and new information he had no idea about till now, “But I also know he would understand if he knew the reason why I did it.”

He just couldn’t wrap his head around the utterly soft expression they wore while talking. So open, he just couldn’t understand why anyone would let themselves be this vulnerable with anyone—especially those who they knew not for long.

Azul stayed silent throughout the whole time they were speaking and was left to contemplate some things.

“Well that’s all! See you soon!” With a couple pats in his shoulders they left with a skip in their steps leaving him once again dumbfounded.

‘Detective agency?’

‘What an…odd person.’ He thought as he gripped with some strength the picture that he currently has in his possession. The picture that was the only thing that was still proving his previous vulnerability and weakness he once had. It left him confused why the usual triumph didn’t come as easy as it usually did.

After that interaction and some reconsideration of how he would get around the temporary setback from the headmaster Azul decided that perhaps it was time to give a visit to the dearest prefect with of course only the intent to know more about this supposed agency of detectives they worked at and to make sure they didn’t divulgue any unwanted rumors. Nothing else of course! (“Whaaa~? Ahaha! Look Jade! Azul is looking for excuses!” “Oho~! That seems to be the case, Floyd.” “Shut it you two!”)

And of course the only thing that made him go back again and again to ramshackle was how interesting the stories that the prefect had about their job could be. Nothing else, which was why he had bribed their cat (“THE NAME’S GRIM!”) with a supplement of tuna even while knowing he could still come back anytime thanks to the actual owner of the residence. The same reason still applied as to why when he saw how the Ramshackle prefect was struggling with some subjects he offered his services as a tutor for the price of more information, nothing else of course!

It was more investing than he liked to admit, how was someone simply able to walk of hits that were supposed to be fatal? And this so called ‘abilities’ which he quickly connected to Signature spells with different rules and restrictions. While it had been hard to distinguish the actual occurrences with all the special sound effect from the prefect it was still something entertaining. He wondered how much weigh the prefect could hold on their own—but that was better saved for another time.

And with the condition in which Ramshackle currently was (one breath away from tumbling down, truly how did Yuu simply laugh it off every time it was brought up?) perhaps the best thing to do was to invite the prefect to have their usual talks in the Mostro Lounge which had finally finished being under construction after having some of its structures used as a weapon by none other than the person who he was currently planning to invite over. And if the cat wanted to be included he could arrange for him to have a nice chat with Floyd as well.

All for the sake of better investment in the conversation of course. Nothing else and nothing more…

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! I KNOW I PROBABLY LEFT OUT SOME OTHER KENJI’S CHARACTERISTICS THAT COULD HAVE BEEN INCLUDED BUT NOT A LOT OF SITUATIONS CAME TO MIND WHERE I COULD DEVELOP IT—ILL PROBABLY DO A SECOND PART IF I GET THE MOTIVATION ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU FOR TAKING YOUR TIME AND READING THIS♥︎!

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The Point of No Return: Barbatos x Fem reader

Summary: Diavolo decided that before your departure from Devildom he would get everyone together for a production of a human world musical. When the main cast member becomes sick you suddenly find yourself singing with your hidden lover

Warning: Suggestive actions/ lyrics, probably ooc Barbatos, use of the name Christine in certain parts cause that’s the character you play, fake violence towards you (he’s playing the Phantom who is pretty insane)

(A/N: OKAY PLEASE LISTEN!! I know this whole thing would fit more with Lucifer or basically anyone else. But Barbatos was who was in my mind when the idea happened so I’m sticking with it, he’s probably gonna be pretty ooc but I enjoy the idea of him letting out stuff he’s kept away in a way that makes people think it’s part of the show. So please don’t judge this too heavily, Also I took inspiration from watching different productions of this song. And I’m going by the lyrics I find they may not be what’s in certain productions but they should be I think. I hope you like it)

This was different, far more different than rehearsals, when you did this scene with Lucifer you’re nerves weren’t jumping like they were right now. Sitting atop a chair you waiting for his entrance.

“Passarino- Go away for the trap please set and wait for it’s prey.” Barbatos’ voice filled the silence of the stage, and filled your head

You turn your head away from the audience and watch as he walks in with his black robes covering his whole body.

“You have come here. In pursuit of your deepest urge, in pursuit of that wish which till now has been silent.” He took a step closer as you stood up from the chair, watching his every movement

“Silent.” His voice hushed more

“I have brought you. That our passions may fuse and merge.”

He opened his arms wide and gestured to the surroundings, you stood your guard as rehearsed many times before.

“In your mind you’ve already succumbed to me, dropped all defences”

“Completely succumbed to me.”

He came up behind you and made the two of you face the audience, trailing his hands from your head down to your shoulders but keeping them just far enough away that he’s not touching your body directly.

“Now you are here with me. No second thoughts, you’ve decided.”

He leaned more towards you now, circling his arms around your waist and holding on tightly.

“Decided.”

He let go and began to walk a couple of circles around you, making you spin aswell as you followed his movements exactly.

“Past the point of no return, no backward glances. Our games of make believe are at an end.”

He drifted over to the opposite end of the table, beckoning you to follow him. Even if it wasn’t scripted you still would have followed him, yearning for his touch.

“Past all thoughts of “if” or “when”. No use resisting.” Barbatos sat on the wooden chair, opening his arms for you to sit atop his lap

“Abandon thought and let the dream descend.”

When you sat on his lap you faced the audience, remembering that you’re not alone and you’re supposed to be playing a character you stroked his covered cheek from behind you. He grasped your wrist and positioned you to look at the audience with a hand grasped around your throat.

“What raging FIRE shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks it’s door?”

He trails the hand on your throat higher to grasp your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“What sweet seduction lies before us?”

You can feel his gaze on you. Your other hand goes toward the one on your chin, holding it as lightly as possible.

“Past the point of no return. The final threshold. What warm unspoken secrets will we learn?” He turns you back to face the audience again, his voice sending chills down your spine

“Beyond the point of no return?” With that line you shot out of your spot on his lap, to the opposite end of the table like you’re supposed to

You stop and put a contemplating look on your face before turning back to him.

“You have brought me, to that moment when words run dry. To the moment when speech disappears into silence.”

You look at him with want that wasn’t faked, he showed the possessiveness he’s been holding back since rehearsals first began, so you’ll show him how much you craved to be near him in front of everyone.

“Silence.”

You did a quick turn back to face the audience, looking towards the wall at the back so you weren’t looking at anyone in the crowd.

“I have come hear, hardly knowing the reason why. In my mind I’ve already imagined our bodies entwining defenceless and silent.”

You trailed your hands up your wait locking them together at your breasts while tilting your head upwards seeing only the dark behind your closed eyelids.

“Now I am here with you, no second thoughts. I’ve decided.” You took slow sensual steps forwards, trying to talk to him through the lyrics of the song

“Decided.”

“Past the point of no return, no going back now. Our passion play has now at last begun.”

You now faced Barbatos across the table, your hands rubbing across the top of it as you laid your body on it.

“Past all thought of right or wrong. One final question.” With your eyes never leaving him you advanced slightly towards him, being just out of reach for the both of you to be with one another

“How long show we two wait before we’re one?” You turned onto your back on the cold surface, holding one hand over your heart while the other grasped at the skirt of your dress

“When will the blood begin to race, the sleeping bud burst into bloom. When will the flames at last CONSUME us?” While you spread your upper body across the table the sound of his chair hitting the stage filled the air as he grasped your wrists tightly before pulling you to him.

“Past the point of no return. The final threshold.” Barbatos held you right against him, one hand being led by one of yours atop your left breast while his other trailed your thigh, slightly going under the fabric of your dress

You hovered your open mouth along where he neck would be, resisting the temptation to kiss it. He squeezed your breast roughly while he trailed his hand higher in your thigh making you gasp against him.

“The bridge is crossed so stand and watch it burn.” He turned you around so you were on your knees infront of him parting from your body.

It brought you back that the two of you weren’t alone, and you still had to play your roles.

“We’ve passed the point of no return.”

You threw down the hood, revealing Barbatos’ half masked face. You straighten your posture to act startled and shuffle a little bit back on the table, with a turned body you go to get off of the table like scripted but stop when the sound of his voice comes back.

“Say you’ll share with me one love, one life time. Lead me, save me from my solitude.” You turned back to him at the sound of the softness you heard. He gripped your waist gently as he continued

“Say you want me with you here, beside you.” His thumbs stroking your sides confirmed that he wasn’t just singing these lyrics

He was talking to you through them, you inhaled a bit at the realization as a tear slipped down your cheek. You stroked his face with your thumbs to show that you felt the same.

“Anywhere you go let me go too. Christine, that’s all I ask of-“

You pulled the mask off his face and watched as he showcased panic and anger before grabbing you and running offstage, ending the duet.

As soon as the two of you got backstage and out of sight from everyone he pulled you into a kiss. You ran your fingers through his hair and pulled him as close to you as possible, tears escaping down your face, his grip on your hips was so tight you knew to expect marks tomorrow.

The joy you felt that he let out how much he actually felt for you in front of everyone was almost overwhelming, he’d always been so focused on how your relationship would affect everyone that the two of you kept it hidden. Behind closed doors so much that you doubted he even had feelings for you sometimes.

But the way he’s holding you right now, the way his words spoke to you, it was all the affirmation that you needed right now. Pulling away from the kiss you leaned towards his ear and whispered to him.

“I love you too.”

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