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mysicklove · 4 months

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CW: Aged up character, sub! Yuuji Itadori, dom! gn! reader, mentions of cock rings/cock cages, heavy orgasm control, reader likes to mess with poor yuuji, dacryphilia, fingers in mouth

WC: 1.2k

A/N: i made this to (hopefully) get out of my writers slump. idk. it was fun to write tho LOL. i neeeeed to work on my WIPs tho.

"Oh Yuuji, I'm disappointed."

His eyes widen at the tone of your voice, soft and defeated, like you truly were upset with him. The idea makes his mouth go dry, and he bites his lip to hold back his tears.

"I-It was an accident, I swear!" he stammers, clinging onto your arm to hopefully convey how panicked he seemed to be. Even an ounce of disapproval from you made him want to sing apologies, and the way you were frowning at him made him sick to his stomach.

You brush his cheek, and he tries to nuzzle into it, but you pull it away before he can, earning a pitiful whimper from the pink-haired boy. He tries to chase your hand, but you give him a warning glare, and he backs down immediately. “You weren’t supposed to cum. I told you no.”

“Imsorryimsorryimsorry!” Yuuji yelps, gripping at his boxers as tears begin to threaten to fall. “I got too excited. It felt too good. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to disappoint you!”

You shake your head at him, pulling away from him. “I don’t like playing with boys who don’t listen.”

The noise that falls from his mouth is pitiful, and even you flinch at the sound. His only goal was to please you, and hearing your words made his heart throb. “No, no, no,” he pleads, “I-I’ll be good again! I’ll listen this time!”

You were sadistic, and he knew you were, so when he saw you smile, more tears cascaded down his face. Alas, you wipe them away and say, "I don't believe you. Do I need to put your ring on again?"

Yuuji hates his cock ring. It was his second least favorite toy you have bought for him. Not being able to cum was one of the most frustrating feelings, especially when he always had so much of it to give.

"No. No I-I dont need my ring," he begs, pawing at your arm. His body was caving over himself, and at this point he was borderline clinging to you, shoving his face into your neck. It was an act to look smaller, more pathetic, and if hopes that he looks meek enough you may take pity on him. "I'll do good this time."

It works, surprisingly enough - you rub the back of his hair and trace his back muscles. He slumps in your hold, knowing well what the affectionate touches meant. Slowly, you move away the arm on his back to his groin, where his cock is already half-hard again.

"You won't cum until I allow you to, yes?"

"Yes," he breathes, relief washing over him at the fact that he isn't going to be punished. "I won't. I promise I won't this time."

Your tongue drags over his neck, and he shivers, eyes shutting and letting out a small gasp. Then, you begin your movements on his cock, sliding your nearly closed palm up and down. His previous cum acts as makeshift lube, and almost instantaneously he grows hard again. It makes you grin at him. "You are quite eager, aren't you, Yuuji?"

"S-Sorry. I just...like it. A lot..." he breathes, squeezing his eyes shut as his mouth drops open.

You lean forward to kiss the scar beneath his right eye, and he lets out a small breathless moan at the soft touch of your lips. "What do you like a lot?"

Yuuji, in return, gulps, flushing a shade of red. He looks at the hand pumping his cock, watching the way your thumb rubs at his plush tip as if daring him to cum again. But still, he manages to respond. "Um-When you touch my...c-cock."

The word was always so embarrassing to him, so lewd sounding. But it was the way you wanted him to refer to it, so he abided by the term that made him feel like he was straight out of a porno.

"That's it," you praise, tilting his head to plant another soft kiss on his mouth. "Will you cum then?"

Yuuji knows better by now, and so he rapidly shakes his head. "No. Not until you allow me to."

He was speaking in between kisses, eyes closed and leaning as close to you as possible.

"And what if you are to wait a week to cum? Make you get out your cage as punishment."

The man's entire body goes rigid, and he quickly pulls away from your mouth, eyes owlish. The hand moves away from the spot between his legs, and he clenches his fists to restrain the urge to force it back.

He seems to be at a loss for words, biting the inside of his cheek and furrowing his eyebrows. A fresh new set of tears slides down his face, but he is quick to wipe them off with the back of his hand.

Although the cockring was torture in the moment, chastity was by far the hardest thing for Yuuji to do. He had a high sex drive, and even going a week without cumming sounded torturous. The longest he has gone is four days without an orgasm, and he was practically pawing at your feet like some sort of attention-starved puppy to get you to touch him.

To trick him into thinking he was going to get another orgasm was cruel, and he was incredibly frustrated. His cock was so hard it was borderline painful, and knowing that he was not going to be granted a release made him unreasonably upset.

But he did disobey you, and you were known to be cruel to him. He looks at your knees and bites his lip. The words come out in a low whisper as if he were almost afraid of them. "I'll go grab m-my cage."

Yuuji begins to pull away from you, heading to the closet to where the devilish toy is located, when suddenly a hand grips the back of his hair and pulls him back to you. His lips forcefully lock onto yours, and immediately your tongue slides into his mouth. He gets so distracted by the suddenness of it all that when he feels the hand back on his cock he lets out a guttural moan that is swallowed by your mouth.

And then you pull away from him, leaving him hazy-eyed and breathless as you lick at the saliva coating your lips. Your other hand thumbs at his lips, and you grin at him, leaning forward. "You're such a good boy, Yuuji. Makes me want to tease you till you run out of tears."

Your thumb has made its way into his mouth, and it presses onto his tongue. The only noise he can make is a low whine, not liking that idea at all but not daring to try to speak with your finger pressed inside his mouth.

But then, much to the boys suprise, you lean forward till you are inches away from his ear and mutter, "You have my permission to cum whenever you like."

And just like a kid in a candy store, Yuuji's eyes lighten.

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rene-darling · 18 days

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TAKING- advantage of the strongest

He's been having a hard time lately, he's lost Suguru, his one and only, of course- you on the other hand are overjoyed at that fact.

It's annoying, after all, you've done for him, he calls out his name instead of yours, it's time you taught him a permanent lesson on manners.

P.s I TOLD YOU ITS NEVER GOJOVERRR RAHHH- [credits- __3aem on insta]

Also, follow my insta r3xni3 n text me, let's talk, im bored!!

...gojo Satoru...

Seeing Gojo with his head in his hands sitting at the edge of the school stairs wasn't a new sight for you, in fact for the past week you've been seeing him sitting there.

Crying, sobbing, or simply sitting in misery. He's always thinking of that damned suguru. Honestly, it was hard to get him to show you any affection with suguru around, and now that he's gone it's gotten even harder!

It's not that you hate suguru, you just love gojo, and seeing your gojo in pain annoys you, but. It also makes for the perfect opportunity to shove yourself in his life, when he's most vulnerable and make him rely on you

"what up 'toru?" Sitting down next to him gently touching his shoulder, you can't be too forward now. "..mhm, it's nothing." Hmm, well you knew it wouldn't be that easy, of course he wouldn't open up to you just yet! So you'll just keep trying- "come on satoru, this isn't like you, you're the strongest-"

"Can you leave? I'm not in the mood y/n." Running his hands through his hair he groaned as he hid his face. You got up without a word, it's fine, if he pushes you away you have many more ways to push back harder.

The continuing weeks during classes you would always make small talk, distracting his mind from geto. Then you'd buy him sweets saying that there was some buy one get one free offer, which is why you had brought one over for him there wasn't

You occupied him on the missions he'd usually go to alone, keeping him from feeling lonely. No matter how hard they were and no matter how much strain they put your body through you'd reassure him, you're fine!

He'd notice how you'd push yourself for him, it made him- feel. Feel something other than the constant sorrow due to Geto's absence.

He started reciprocating your 'kindness'. he would let you rest your head on his lap after a stressful mission and sometimes..he'd rests his own head on yours.

Shoving yourself in his life to replace the sorrows he felt didn't only include platonic relations. Every once in a while, whenever the feelings of loss came back too harshly, all he wanted was to forget. Get lost in pleasure, in anything, just- just please make him forget.

His tears which usually stained his face due to sorrow, now stained his face due to mind-numbing pleasure, his body was yours for the destroying, just please, please make him forget. Even if just for tonight!

" 'toru, use your words now, tell me what you want, hm?" You moved your hand ever so slowly, it hurt. "Just- just please, touch me, ruin me, do whatever you want. I'm yours, yours all yours- Suguru please.

Hah- fuck. He's so lucky he's Gojo Satoru. your gojo Satoru. You can feel yourself growing numb as you let out an unhinged chuckle "Sure Satoru." You try pronouncing his name with that same softness, to replicate that tone of pure love and kindness geto had, but alas, you never truly get it right.

Still, it's close enough for him. as he whines, bucking into your hand. You have half the mind to leave him like this, writhing on the bed, but you never do. This isn't the first time, and certainly isn't the last. You're sure every single fucking time you've seen satoru he's called out his name,

But, as you gaze down at him and as he stares up at you with his pretty blue eyes which spill with tears by the second, you can't help it. Perhaps you pity him, or perhaps you simply don't care if he's using you as a means to an end, since in return, you get to be the one fucking him dumb. And not Suguru, 'cause he's dead. But that's beside the point.

Rocking his world as his vision blanks, eyes rolling back as sweat covers him. You don't mind the pain of when he bites into your shoulder, you don't mind the fact that Suguru's name slips out of him more than your (can be fake) cock

But, for some reason you just can't take it today. Something takes over you, you swear, as you grab harshly onto his neck, gasps leave his throat as he huffs for air. "Wh- Ah pl- EAse- hah."

"say my name." "Wha- AHh-" pressing your hand down harder you're sure it'll leave marks. "Y/n. Fucking say it you dumb bitch." Tears fall down from his cheeks and onto your hand but it only seems to egg you on "Ah- mhm y-y/n please?" As you let go gits of his coughs fill the air as his pink chest rises up and down for air

Suddenly he gasps once more as you push against his prostate, you're far too pleased with him saying your name to let him rest, even to catch his breath.

His cries ring in your ear as his hands scratch onto your skin, leaving deep bloody marks in their wake he stares up at you with his tear stained eyes, mumbling only your name for the rest of the night.

You hope he's learned his lesson, and if not. You wouldn't mind teaching him another one.

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ozzgin · 6 months

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I can order a yandere cute (kawaii), who maybe because of his cute and innocent appearance managed to get close to his beloved, but maybe this boy is not only cute and has a very disturbing past...

When you described a cute yandere with a messed up past, all I could think of was Kanato from Diabolik Lovers. This one's less of an asshole though. Hopefully. I also wasn't sure what you had in mind for 'disturbing past', I may have gone overboard.

Cute!Twisted! Yandere x Reader

Children will say the strangest things. Such as the marriage promise you’ve received from the little boy you befriended a long time ago, when you were rather young yourself. Yet sometimes the words aren’t entirely devoid of meaning. He definitely hasn’t forgotten his intentions, and your current fiancé is a mere delay to his plans.

TW: mentions of abuse, obsessive behavior, violence, small age gap, death

He still remembers the day you met, so clearly and vividly. His most cherished memory.

It was particularly cold despite the sun and his feet were hurting. He didn't have the time to put any shoes on, he ran out the moment he'd heard the sound of glass breaking.

Mother was so scary when she'd get upset. The bulging eyes, the screaming mouth, the wild hair scattered over her face, darkening her features.

What if she were to follow him outside? No, she was never mean in front of others. Then again, the street was empty...He bit apart the skin on his fingers in panic.

"Isn't it a bit late for pajamas?"

His eyes darted up and met hers. A girl somewhat taller and older, holding a basketball under her arm and staring intently, visibly confused. He was, after all, shivering outside by himself, barefoot and in sleeping garments in bright daylight. He blushed in embarrassment.

"I snuck out for some fresh air."

"Rebellious already, huh?" She smirked and walked over, dropping herself on the sidewalk next to him. "I'm (Y/N). Do you live in the area? We could hang out when you feel like it. No need to sit by yourself."

She pointed to a house unexpectedly close. Has she always been nearby? Then again, he was never allowed outside. Besides the spontaneous escapades in order to avoid the burning rage, he didn't see other people much. It had always been him and Mother.

For his own good, really. At least that's what Mother used to say. When she wasn't angry, she'd cry and hold him tight, telling him how much she pities him between hiccups and candid sobs. A vile creature like him would surely be mocked by the rest of the world. Not his fault, the poor little angel. Alas, his miserable fate still had a glimpse of hope, because Mother would never abandon him. He would always find acceptance from her all-forgiving heart.

And yet, there was always the seed of suspicion in the depths of his mind. Her sweet, soothing words felt like a hot slap over the blooming wounds already adorning his body, shaping a paradox.

Then he met you. You didn't seem to be disturbed by his presence. The following days, whenever he approached you, you'd welcome him with the same warm smile. Just like you promised. He couldn't find the ridicule he'd so often been warned about.

The puzzle pieces didn't fit together, and it became painfully obvious once Mother confronted him about his secret outings. Somehow her wrath had faded. Her shouts were mere waves echoing from somewhere distant, only grazing by his ears. She must've noticed his indifference, too, because she began rummaging her pockets for the basement key. Perhaps an old fashioned discipline would have helped him regain his voice. But the dark, cramped walls of the basement no longer frightened him. During his time spent outside, he had discovered a fact of stunning novelty:

He didn't have to listen to her. Staring into her ferocious, bottomless pits, he only found the reflection of (Y/N)'s face. Her peaceful, loving expression, devoid of pain, or fury, or punishment.

His little hands reached for the box cutter.

"It's you that has to go downstairs, Mother. You're a liar. I hate liars."

Was it the right choice? His small outburst had ultimately cost him your company. That evening he politely called emergency to let them know his Mother had gone mad. And so they dispatched a couple of officers to investigate the gruesome cadaver, sprawled along the stairs with too many gashes to count. They shyly investigated the basement, and a social worker carefully inspected the little boy's abundant markings. This couldn't have been a suicide, but the tearful, frightened eyes of the child kept them from pressing further. Whoever had stepped foot into their home that day most likely did him a favor. Nonetheless, he was now essentially orphaned, requiring an adult, and was swiftly shipped to the first available relative.

He didn't have the time to meet you one last time. A shameful departure given his final meeting: completely inebriated with ardent affection, he dared to present to you his innermost wish. One day he'd marry you, he was certain of it. You chuckled and extended your pinky finger reassuringly. A sealed deal.

All he had was your name and your promise and God, how dearly he clung to them every night, every passing year. His true glimmer of hope.

You're scrolling through your emails, waiting for the bus to arrive, when a gentle tap on the shoulder startles you. Behind you is a young man, although the soft, feminine features give him more of an androgynous appearance.

"May I help you?"

"You're (Y/N), aren't you?" he bats his eyelashes expectantly.

"I am, but how do you-"

You gaze at the stranger intently. The big, innocent eyes, the childish demeanor, there's a certain familiarity to it. Who could it be? Suddenly you're overwhelmed by nostalgia.

"It's you! How many years...? And you haven't changed one bit!" You laugh merrily at the sight of your shy, quiet friend, all grown up.

"H-hey now, surely I look more mature this time." He tries to emulate a somber frown as a way to prove his adulthood. "Do you have time? I'd love to catch up."

He missed you so much.

"Right now is a little difficult, but I'll tell you what. Why don't you come over to our place in the near future?"

Huh?

"This way I can introduce you to my fiancé!" You flash him your phone in order to exchange numbers, enthusiastic about the surprise reunion.

He vacantly stares at the lockscreen depicting an unknown man holding you close to him. When he searched for your name online, he didn't find anything regarding a relationship. He didn't expect this. He shouldn't have expected this. His fingers tighten around the small velvet box in his pocket.

Did you forget your promise to him? Or was everything a lie? No, you wouldn't...you couldn't...He fucking hates liars. But you're not one of them, are you? You're not like Mother. No, no, no, no. Breathe. It's his fault. Of course, naturally. He vanished without a word and you must've thought he abandoned you. How careless of him. How terribly rude to blame you for his mistakes. It's okay, it's alright. He'll make it up to you. Sweet, darling (Y/N).

"Are you okay?"

He looks up and notices your worried face.

"Me? Yes, definitely. I was just a little surprised. Hehe. Who would've thought?" He grins and winks at you. "I have an even better idea! Why don't you two come to my apartment instead? I never got the chance to congratulate you for your engagement."

"Gosh, haha, don't worry about i-"

"Please. Pretty please?" He pouts dramatically, holding onto your coat, and you blush slightly at the adorable display. "It's my way of thanking you for the nice childhood memories."

"You really have your way to convince people, huh?" You ruffle his hair and he lowers his head, enjoying the touch. "I'll let my fiancé know."

"Such a cozy place you got yourself!" You beam at the lovely atmosphere of the room. Everything is bright and inviting.

"Uh huh. The ladies must love you." Your fiancé follows up in agreement, snacking on the fancy appetizers.

The young man places a tray on the table and hands you both a glass of sparkling wine.

"Do you live alone? I refuse to believe you don't have a girlfriend." You joke and turn to your partner. "He was a real loner back then. Never saw him around other kids."

"Don't out me like that, (Y/N)!" He pinches your cheek humorously. "As a matter of fact, I do have a girlfriend."

Your fiancé raises his eyebrows, encouraging the boy to continue with details, while he gulps down the pleasantly aromatic drink. Must be expensive.

"Then why didn't you bring her here? I want to meet her!" You whine.

The man fiddles with his glass, observing the air bubbles that rush to the surface.

"You already know her."

"Oh?"

Distracted by this knowledge, you stretch for your own glass and accidentally grab the one belonging to your fiancé. Before you can bring it to your lips, your head swings to the side and you can instantly feel your cheek throb, numb from the abrupt impact of someone's hand.

"Don't fucking touch it!"

Your childhood friend is standing before you, equally shocked by his act. He stares at his reddening palm and his face twists in terror.

"I-I'm...Oh God...I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I just, I didn't know what else to do. You have to understand, please. I'd never-"

As you listen to his erratic apology, you hear the wheezing coughs of your fiancé. His breathing is irregular and he scratches his throat, unable to verbalize his struggle to you. A white foam begins to form in the corners of his mouth. You try to get up, but the man's fingers dig into your face, forcing you back on the chair.

"Shhh shhh, it sounds uglier than it actually is. Trust me. Do you see now? I had to be a little rough, otherwise you would've gotten hurt. Hey! Look at me." He cups your cheeks with both of his hands, squatting in front of you. "Let him settle down. It won't be long."

Your vision becomes blurry.

"He needs an ambulance. Please. What did you do with the drinks?" You manage to blurt out.

"Won't make a difference."

He rests his gaze on your features for a few moments, admiring them dreamily.

"It breaks my heart when you're sad like this. Didn't I say this is an engagement celebration?"

Without breaking eye contact, he pulls out his treasured box and opens it in your lap, revealing a ring.

"I know I disappeared without a word, but I truly had no choice. This is my way of begging for your forgiveness. Not a day went by without thinking of you, (Y/N). I, heh...I actually got this many years ago. Just carried it in my pocket in case I ever found you again."

He giggles awkwardly, stroking your cheek protectively.

"So don't cry. I've kept my promise after all, didn't I? Aren't you proud of me~?"

By the time his little speech ends, the room has filled with silence. Your fiancé is slouching on the chair, still and quiet. The young boy picks up your limp body, humming cheerfully.

"You'll be the prettiest bride in the world.

Mine and mine only."

#female reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #male yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere original character #yandere childhood friend #tw yandere

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hunnieknight · 11 months

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"Ruined" (NSFW)

Note : no art

afab reader, sub reader, there is Mona here, face riding, cunn/lling/s hate s/x, SAGAU, self aware, SELF INDULGE

Note : i hate Mona

MINOR DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT

AGELESS BLOG WILL BE BLOCKED ISTG PUT UR AGE OR ATLEAST NOT A MINOR

18 plus

You hate Mona.

"I hate you"

No you don't

"I fucking hate you!"

I love you too

Hatred keeps coming out of your drooling lips above, while your bottom lip below just drooling in ecstasy and arousal.

After losing Mona again to your 50/50 and got her C3, you angrily took her to your teapot, pushed her into the house, shoved her to the bed, crawled so your pussy is right on top of her mouth and just start riding her to take your anger out.

Mona ,on the other hand, is in bliss from your 'punishment' to her. She already fully aware you are upset to see her, no offense taken if in the end she always be 'tortured' with eating your divine pussy out, afterall, isn't that what makes her deserve after pushing other Standards out so she could always be your 'lose' in 50/50??

She doesn't really care that you 'top up' or how many money you spent on those galaxy crystal to call the other character home, she is here, what else do you need?

Even better!Perhaps she should get her 6th Constellation so you'd never use that galaxy crystal again. Who else can play and worship your pretty cunt like her? You already spoiled by her technique in making you orgasm really good, so good in fact you aren't really upset for losing 50/50 right?

"Nnnh!F-Fuck♡...i...i hate you..."

Ahh there it is, the lip trembling which is sign you getting close. Mona look up from her position, worshipping your glistening fold from below. Your hips keep moving, using Mona's face like a fucking sex toy, a willing and skilled sex toy.

You thought you can tire her out since it can take you half an hour to orgasm, but alas, despite you 'hating' her, she is properly built with Lv20 Artifacts and Lv90 Mona, of course half an hour endurance is nothing to her. Besides, with how wet your pussy is, you need a hydro user to help right?

Your body jolted and you yelped when two of her fingers start to enter you. Mona's just drinking in your arousal and your cute noises whilst her finger curiously exploring your hole, her other hand gripping your hips to make you stay steady on her face. Her two long fingers buried deep until her knuckles, the tip of her fingers just padding around your soft inside.

Damn it! Can she just thrust her fingers already??

The dark blue haired woman make nasty loud smacking noises when she kiss your pussy's lips and your clit. Your hole keeps drooling, loving Mona's fingers in there . Oh how much hatred you have on this woman, so much hate and anger to the point you pushing yourself back to her fingers.

It's too much. You thought, overwhelmed by everything, her touch feels hot on your skin, her hair in your grip feels like tiny needle to your sensitive thighs, her breath feels too much on your pussy. You tried to get off her so you can catch a break.

But she won't budge.

"O-okay, Mona.."

"Hnn?"

Her eyes closed in bliss, half-ignoring your pleas and your squirms.

"M-mona, i will hate you for real if y-you -Fuck♡!- don't let me go-oonnhh♡!."

Bullshit.

Mona knows full well you'd never hate her, not with this pussy licking services she has been doing for you. She take a glimpse at your face.

Face flushed, lips trembling and red from you biting on it, her pale turqoise orbs met yours, eyes glassy with tears from overstimulation, your eyes quickly gripped shut.

Still 'hate' me,huh?

Alright, she will take pity on you then. You have been spending like 70+ of those galaxy crystals to call her here, so of course a bit of mercy wouldn't be too much for Mona.

She twisted both of your body so you land on your back with a thud. You panted, feeling the relief from constant pleasure from two fingers churning your inside and a tongue dancing around your sensitive clit. You glanced at Mona, her state made your body heat up more.

Mona's hair is completely disheleved. The astrologist's chin is glistening from your slick, so much of it you can see a thin thread hanging on her chin which she wiped it with the back of her hand. Mona's eyes never leave your crotch, seems fascinated of her work.

Your plush thighs spread open to show Mona your glistening pussy lips, clit hard and seems like aching for attention. Your face flushed pink, blood and heat going to your face. Lips red due to teeth biting on it to keep you grounded. Eyes hazed and seems empty, just like your brain.

Under Mona's intense stare, you slowly closing your legs trying to cover her meal.

Fuck.

"If this is how you hate me, i don't mind being your arch nemesis."

You hate Mona.

You hate her for ruining your pity.

You hate her for wasting your wished fates.

You hate her for her arrogance personality in her astrology and hydromancy.

You hate her for her materials need you to climb the walls.

You hate her for her long fingers that able to reach that spot inside of you.

You hate her for her hot tongue playing around with your clit like a kid with their candy.

You hate her for her stamina in bed making you putty in her arms.

You hate her for her knowing how to fuck you good and leave you happy and sated.

Yeah

You hate Mona .

#mona smut #mona x reader #genshin women smut #genshin women x reader #i hate her #but she is properly built #genshin x reader

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the-writer-arrived · 4 months

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Lonely Birthdays No More

Synopsis: in alhaitham's opinion, birthdays are like any other days, ordinary. on this year's february 11th, alhaitham starts to think it's not so bad to treat one's birthday as a special date once in a while.

Character: alhaitham.

Warnings: gender neutral!reader; established relationship; fluff with no angst *gasps*, down bad haitham is the best haitham.

A/N: something sweet for my first hubby, love you my pookie <3

A/N 2: i'm sorry i promise this is the last time i repost this fic idk why it's been giving me such a headache 😭

Birthday celebrations were something Alhaitham never quite understood the appeal of. Why would you do all that work just to commemorate the day you were born? And why make only that day special? Wouldn't it be better if people used that excitement for something productive and avoid bringing trouble to others?

But alas, not everyone (or anyone in that matter) would share this particular opinion.

It's not a secret that Alhaitham isn't the most social butterfly in all of Sumeru. Even when he was a child, he didn't have any interest in partaking in some meaningless conversations with people he had no desire to interact with, going as far as prefering to stay at home with his grandmother and be self-taught.

Knowing that, it's not surprising that he has never celebrated his birthday with anyone other than his only family. And after his grandmother passed away, the date of his birth became just another ordinary one for him.

Others may consider it sad, but Alhaitham isn't bothered by it nor does he want other people's pity. He'd much rather pass the day in peace and quiet than having to deal with strangers saying happy birthday the whole day and disrupting his work. After all, that was one of his grandmother's wishes: for him to live a peaceful life.

This year, however, he will learn that having a less peaceful day isn't as bad as he believed.

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Alhaitham stands at the entrance of his living room, staring at his roommate with a deadpan look. It's far too early in the morning (in the grumpy scribe's opinion) for him to deal with the blond man's sudden desire to redecorate the place.

"What's the meaning of this mess this time, Kaveh?"

"Huh? Oh, you're up already?" The architect steps down the ladder after noticing the other man's presence, leaving to Mehrak to hang the other tip of the decoration on the wall.

"As you can see, I'm putting up the decorations for the party."

"Party? What party?" Alhaitham frowns and takes a proper look around the room. Many colorful adornments fill the space, creating a festive look that seems quite out of place when compared to the rest of the house, the big 'Happy Birthday Alhaitham' on the wall giving the answer he was looking for.

Oh, right. Today is february 11th, his birthday. Is that what all this is for? Kaveh was never one to do such a thing on years prior. No matter, he should put a stop to this before it gets more troublesome.

"Kaveh, I don't--"

"Before you say that you don't want it, I should inform you that this wasn't my idea, but rather of a certain someone's lover. Surely you're not heartless enough to ignore their wish to throw you a party? One which they have been planning for weeks, mind you."

Alhaitham purses his lips, whatever it is that he was about to say being thrown out of the window. He should have known, your behavior the last few days had been quite suspicious, always hurrying from one place to another, meeting many people. You had told him it was for a project, so he didn't think much of it.

He attempts to hide the smile that wishes to bloom in his lips with a sigh. Kaveh, on the other hand, doesn't make any effort to surpress his grin, finding amusing that his roommate folds so easily at the mere mention of you.

Of course, the scribe won't let him have his fun for too long.

"What I meant to say was that I don't think the decoration is nice enough for my tastes." He walks to one of the shelves to get a rather... peculiar ornament (one of many that his roommate tried to convince him to not buy it). "I believe this would be the final touch it needs."

"Are you kidding me?! No way! This thing would throw off the whole aesthetic!"

"Oh? Surely you're not heartless enough to ignore my wishes today of all days?"

This time, it is Kaveh's turn to fall silent. Using his own words against him, how childish can he be?!

With a glare, the architect snatches the ugly statue from Alhaitham's hand while the other leaves to the kitchen with a satisfied expression.

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For a house that has been considered a tad too big for two people to live in, now it seems a bit too small to host a total of seven people. Fortunately, the guests are too preoccupied having fun to be bothered by it.

Cyno has managed to snag Kaveh to his team for a two vs two round of Genius Invocation TCG, the opponent pair being Tighnari and Collei. Meanwhile, Dehya and Nilou watch the intense match from the sidelines, cheering and chatting about various things.

As for Alhaitham, he's much too busy thinking about the one person that hasn't arrived to the party yet. You're the one who planned all this, there's no way you have forgotten about it.

After noticing the scribe's restlessness (something he would deny, despite his shaky leg being a dead giveaway), Nilou told him that you were finishing something important, so that must be what it is keeping you. Still, it has been some time and even the dancer has begun worrying about your whereabouts. You're not one to be this late to an event you've been so excited about.

With one last glance to the clock, Alhaitham raises from his seat, determined to find you.

"I'll be right back."

Ignoring the offers of his friends to accompany him on his search, he goes straight to the door of his house... Only to find you about to open it with your own copy of his key, a nicely wrapped box in your other arm.

You two stare at each other for a few seconds, before he huffs a complaint.

"You're late." He crosses his arms to show you he's upset, but it only makes him look adorable in your eyes, his frown being more of a pout.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." You grin apologetically.

Alhaitham can only sigh in defeat as he brings you inside, this whole situation being a reminder of the strong influence you have over him.

The party was full of life, laughther and good food the whole time.

He received many gifts, even from the Dendro Archon herself, who apologized in her letter for not being able to attend the party but still wished to show her appreciation for all that he does for the Akademiya and Sumeru as a whole.

But, if he had to pick a favorite, it would be yours: a pair of Aranara statues, carved in wood, that resemble you and him. You explained to him that the reason of your tardiness was that you were finish painting them and, considering they would be a gift for him, you had to make it perfect, which made you lose track of time. Despite your efforts, however, the statues ended up looking a bit weird, much to your dismay. Alhaitham didn't mind at all, arguing that the imperfections were what made them perfect in his eyes, not to mention that it's a gift from you, his beloved, there should have been no doubt he would like them.

As the festivities come to an end and the last guest leave with one last 'happy birthday' to him, the scribe can finally relax. As punishment for arriving late, he said you are to stay over tonight, something you were more than happy to agree with.

He finds you in the kitchen, putting away the leftover food in the fridge and finishing cleaning up. He tried to convince you to leave the mess for tomorrow, but of course you wouldn't budge, claiming that it'd be worse for the tomorrow you. Besides, everyone helped cleaning before they left, so there wasn't much to do anyway.

Alhaitham wraps his arms around you from behind and your hand goes straight to his hair, caressing his silver locks so gently that almost makes the man purr. He only allows himself to be more touchy when it's just the two of you and there's no risk of Kaveh accidentaly interrupt the moment since he has already retired for the night, feeling quite tired from waking up quite early to decorate the house.

"Did you have fun today?" You ask, enjoying the warmth of your beloved hugging you.

"I'd give a 8 out of 10, a good score for your first time being a party organizer."

"Well, that was higher than I expected. Still, what made you deduct two points?"

He takes a moment to hum in thought.

"The location is one thing. While it was nice being in the comfort of my own house, having to deal with the clean up at the end was a bit of pain. But that only takes half a point."

"Then, what was so bad that it took me a whole point and a half?" You drop the hand from his hair to turn around to look at him with a frown.

"The fact that you made me worried."

After you arrived, Nilou and Dehya pulled you to the side while Alhaitham was distracted speaking with Collei, to tell you about how your lover had been anxious for your whereabouts. (At least, that's what they thought, not noticing the man glancing at your little group from time to time, having a good guess of what they were telling you).

"I'm sorry, Haitham..."

"It's fine, what matters is that you're okay." He takes one of your hands, observing the small cuts on the skin due to you making the wood carvings, before giving it a kiss. "Thanks for party, I had fun."

He speaks quietly, as if sharing a secret for your ears only. The warmth of his kiss and words travel all the way to your heart, feeling glad that you could make your boyfriend happy on his birthday. Even so, that doesn't stop your playful side to show up.

"I've heard that earnest thanks should be given thrice, so--hmph?!"

He interrupts your cheeky words with his lips, thightening his arms around as he feel you melt under his touch.

Today, Alhaitham has learned that birthday parties were noisy, messy and quite troublesome, but also quite fun. He thinks he won't mind having another next year, the year following that and so on, as long as he has the people he cares about by his side.

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#blue.writes: genshin impact #blue.writes: alhaitham #blue.writes: fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #alhaitham x reader #al haitham x reader #my beloved feeble scholar happy birthday <3

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en-geneisaxx · 1 month

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'Please don't say that it's the end for us...'

Pairings: Husband!Hoon x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing (you're just gonna be on a rollercoaster of emotions)

Feat. Jay, Heeseung and Jake of Enhypen, Yeji (Sunghoon's sister) and Jin Ae (y/n and Sunghoon's child

A/n: OMG, I AM SO DAMN EXCITED BC THIS IS GOING TO BE THE FIRST FIC I MAKE. BASICALLY MY DEBUT TO THE ENHABLR WRITER WORLD. I HOPE YOU GUYS WILL ENJOY!!

Tagging my moots who wanted to read: @pockettwinzz @diorsyun @heeslomll @heeslut4life @hoonieshoneymain @rinbowaman @sungvrhs

(Likes, reblogs and/or following will be much appreciated!)

Preview:

Cheating was something you would never do. The thought of going from one man to another, kissing lips that had probably lost its virginity to another woman was disgusting to you.

"JAKE, YOU'RE AN ABSOLUTE DICK, YOU KNOW THAT!?" *Ends call*

You grab a fistful of your hair in fustration, your vision blurs; tears threatening to escape.

'𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤.'

You were having those moment where you wanted to disappear for the first time in your marriage. Why did you have to be in such a position?

Your heart clenched, lungs filled with some sort of pressure that you found it impossible to breathe. You wanted to scream, until you heard your child's confused blabbering.

'Eomma?'

She stands; soft chubby hands clinging onto the white, painted wooden frame. Head tilted, those gleaming eyes and perfect looks she got from her father stares at you.

With pity, you pick her up, sitting with her on the edge of your shared bed, nuzzling your head in the plush material. Alas, the locked up emotions rain from your eyes, staining the luxury clothes bought by none other than your husband himself.

'𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆...'

Those words clear up your fogged mind, consciousness crystal clear.

'𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍...'

It was until then, you realised your kind-hearted child was kissing away those salty teardrops from your cheeks. You were suprised, how she was so alike to her father. Yet, you were grateful she was: he was amazing, of course.

'Hey Y/n, I-' His eyes widen, struck by the state you were in.

'WHAT THE FRICK HAPPENED HERE!?'

You were thankful Jay came. After all, he was Jin Ae's favourite uncle. At least she'll be busy with him, for sure.

'Sunghoon still hasn't come back...' You sob, desperately wanting Sunghoon to just hug you tight and profess his everlasting love to you.

'Something's really happened, hm?'

Jin Ae just claps and giggles, oblivious to the saddening situation that took place. What can you expect from a two-year-old? She may be smart, but she still has a long way to go.

'Jin Ae-ah! Come to Uncle Jay' He exclaims, forcing a smile.

'*groans* Ugh, what's happening? First, I hear y/n shouting and now you're here. Oh, isn't it your daily get-together with Sunghoon?'

'Should've been, yeah.'

You felt bewildered at this point by Yeji's unexpected presence.

'Why are you here Yeji? I don't remember you being here...'

'Hoon called me, asking to watch over you two. Actually, that's weird though: Sunghoon would never leave you two...

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫.'

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spacebarbarianweird · 6 months

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I loved your Tiefy headcanons! Highkey gonna picture horn and tail socks forever now 😭 also making LACE when you inevitably marry him??? Ugh—

But may I posit another race that rarely gets mentioned..? 👀

Half-Orc!Tav, especially if they're nothing like the stereotype and are actually very quiet/timid/gentle despite being this massive wall of muscle 😭 (me living vicariously??? No! Never!)

I love Half-Orcs! I got to know DnD through Neverwinter MMORPG, and my first character was a very cute Half-Orc Ranger. She looked like someone who had a lot of Elven ancestry (she was even more petite than a fem!Tiefling my friend played), but I still love Half-Orcs (though, completely switched to Half - Elves as my preferred race).

So... Half - Orcs!

Masterlist

Headcanons

Astarion x Half-Orc!Tav

Unlike Half-Elves, Half-Orcs take the worst from their ancestors.

The Gruumsh, the evil god of your Orcish ancestors, whisper darkness in your ears, demanding to release the rage in your blood

For a human, you look like an orc, you are considered ugly with your green skin and fangs.

As for orcs, even if you wanted to live with them, you would be considered a weak seed.

You were adopted by a childless human couple who ran a tavern in Luskan. You don't know who your parents were but you know it was a story of violence, not of love

You decide to move to Baldur's Gate - you can easily blend with creatures of all races there. And no one will be surprised to see a half-orc there

But the only job you are offered is being a bouncer.

Unfortunately, you are too shy and timid to kick people out or beat them.

Sometimes people yell at you: "Go back to Many-Arrows, where you belong!". And you want to cry because it's not like you have ever been there. You are ugrukh and not welcome among the children of Gruumsh.

Eventually, you find comfort in hunting - the innate rage finds its way out, and you don't really need to talk to anyone except for the people you sell meat to.

Sometimes you don't talk to anyone for weeks.

And it works for you.

Until one day you somehow find yourself in a role of a leader of traumatized and fucked up people.

They are such a bunch of sad excuses for heroes you are done.

You yell at them. You Orcish blood boils in your veins, intimidating everyone in camp.

Beware the rage of a quiet half-orc.

Since that moment, you notice a lot of attention from Astarion.

It's weird since orcs and elves are natural enemies.

You suspect he wants something from you because no one in their right mind would call a green-skinned seven feet tall Half-Orc beautiful. It just doesn't work.

Maybe a real orc would find you more or less pretty, but to be honest, banging a half-orc would threaten them with weak children.

Though, you pity Astarion. You know what it is like to hide in shadows and to be disgusted about your own body.

You listen. You help. You give him blood.

Hoping deep inside, it isn't a cruel joke to mock you later.

He confesses to you, almost crying with embarrassment.

You are hurt. Of course, you were right. It was all manipulation.

You leave him be, going into the woods to hunt, to let out all the distress.

But you know too much about him. It's not fair to punish him for an attempt to make things up.

You return to him sleeping in his tent. You watch him with awe - he is so delicate, so fragile, as if made of glass.

Suddenly he starts breathing heavily as if someone is chasing him.

He screams. You've never heard anyone screaming so loud and desperate. He sounds like someone who is flayed alive.

He wakes up the whole camp, but you order everyone to mind their business.

You make him sit on your lap, wrapping his hand and legs around your torso and start lulling him like a child.

"Neyë, neyë. Ragh ala," you whisper to him.

You press him as tight as you can, stroking his back and hair, while he cries, pressing his face into your chest.

You sit like that for what feels like an eternity, when Astarion finally composes himself and mutters. "You are aware I speak Orc, are you?"

"Yes, I heard you practicing some compliments, but you couldn't choose the worst language for that."

You just ask for one thing. Never lie to you. Never say anything he doesn't really mean.

"If I ever hear you saying I am beautiful I wil hit you."

"But isn't a lie. I mean it."

One day, he untangles your hair and braid it.

The other, he takes your hands and fixes your nails.

"Gods, you are beautiful", he greets you every time you come to him.

"You promised not to lie."

"I don't lie.."

And… suddenly you stop hating your own reflection or hiding your body in rags.

Or choosing the worst pieces of clothes for yourself. You even start wearing adornments.

Post-game, you decide to stay in Baldur's Gate. The city is so diverse no one is surprised to see an elf and a half-orc together.

The first thing Astarion does is sew you a dress. It's made of thick black fabric which makes your muscled body look elegant. He even persuades you to wear heels, though it makes you even taller.

Together you open a tavern - Astarion is always inside dealing with customers and you bring food from the woods.

When he drinks your blood, he always sits on your lap, while you place your hand on his inner thigh.

You often carry him around bridal style - elven bones are hollow and orkish muscles are made of steel.

When you are upset, he puts everything aside and hugs you whispering: "Neyë, neyë. Ragh ala"

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Orcish Language

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Neyë, neyë. Ragh ala. - come here, come here. Calm down.

Ugrukh - broken bones. Used to refer to those too weak and lame to be worthy of an orc's attention

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kairiscorner · 10 months

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i'm stuck with you. — miguel o'hara x reader pt. 1 (college dorm mates au)

summary: the only good thing about having this cocky asshole as your dorm mate is for help at the one subject you abhor and had hoped to avoid: math. even art students can't catch a break from it, it seems. ah, well, the only good thing is your tutor's... free, for the most part... until he asks you for something in return.

pairing: college dorm mate!miguel o'hara x gn!college dorm mate!reader

genre: fluffy <333 a little suggestive though in one bit, but mostly fluff !!

word count: 1,481

authors' note: OK I HAVE PUT THIS OFF FOR TOO LONG, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS LIL TIDBIT I HAVE TO SPARE ATE @binibinileonara !!! (hindi naemphasize yung art student si reader pero this was what i had in mind ,,,,,)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

you really hated having to do this; if you could only either be the smartest person in the world and do the math in a matter of seconds or obliterate math as a whole since it was a subject you found boring, or useless–or both. you grumbled as you stared at the incoherent symbols and operations in front of you, hoping that through this staring, the right answers would magically come to you. but alas, such a miracle did not happen, and you've spent 15 minutes straight staring at it getting even more confounded on what to do. you sighed as the door to your dorm opened, and coming into the room was your absolute ass of a dorm mate–miguel o'hara.

seeing you slumped over on your desk made him raise an eyebrow out of curiosity. "what are you moping about?" he asked you as he took a sip from the coffee he bought earlier, with your eyes narrowing up at him at his coffee. "didn't think to get me one when i've been pulling all-nighters all week?" you asked him with irritation in your voice as miguel merely sipped louder and shrugged. "didn't ask me to get you any." "that's because every time i ask you, you never get me any!" you complained as miguel peered over at the math assignment you had and chuckled. "oh, basic." he muttered under his breath as you looked over your shoulder in embarrassment, your face flustered as miguel had just called the horrible, incomprehensible mess of letters, numbers, and symbols 'basic'?

you huffed as miguel sat down next to you and set his coffee aside. "y'need any help?" he asked you with a monotonous, uninterested voice as he took a pencil and the assignment into his own hands. "you wouldn't understand this." "oh i beg to differ." he said as he got to work on the solutions, pulling up a scientific calculator and pressing away at the keys, slightly enjoying solving your math assignment for you as you watched in utter envy at his big, fat brain getting to work while yours is shriveling up and dying at the math you couldn't even begin to understand. he chuckled to himself again as he kept solving it, with you peering over at him as he kept writing down answers and tapped away at the calculator's keys, with you feeling so lost at what he was doing.

"that's my homework you've got there." you reminded him as he kept solving it non-stop. "and it's my brain doing the work for your poor, pitiful self that can't even understand pre-calculus." he said as he put the pencil down and reviewed his answers, muttering to himself as he read it over, doing the operations backwards to double check the answers.

he took the paper full of solutions away with him as he was about to leave the dorm. you scrambled out of your seat and rushed over to him, unsure if you were about to beg him for the answer sheet or grovel at his feet for them. "wait!" you exclaimed as you jumped out of your seat and onto your feet. he turned around to look at you, the answer sheet still in his hand. "what? it's your homework, isn't it? sounded like you didn't want me to do it, so here, i'm giving you want you wanted." he said as he looked at you from underneath his glasses, smirking to himself ever so smugly as you pouted up at him, your eyebrows knitting together in frustration.

you took in a deep breath and brought your shoulders down, trying to loosen up as you exhaled and looked up at his smug, shit-eating grin with all the calmness you could muster. "miguel..." you began, trying to keep your cool as miguel leaned down to hear you better. "sorry, tiny, can't hear your little ant voice, speak up." he teased you as you grumbled under your breath. you inhaled and exhaled again, trying to keep yourself focused on asking him for that damn answer sheet. "miguel, can you please... give me those answers for my math assignment." you pleaded him in a louder voice. "huh? sorry, you sound like a little cockroach right now, speak up, please." he said as he leaned down nearer to your face as you grumbled again. "please, give me the answers for the math assignment. i won't ask for anything more." "huuuuuh? speak up, couldn't hear you." " i said give me the answers for the math assignment, you cocky motherfu–" "oh, okay, here." he said as he handed you the folded up paper.

you reached out to take it, but miguel quickly yanked it away from you, with his smirk widening as you seemed so desperate for the answers... that you'd probably do anything for them. he chuckled as he shook his head. "how cute, but you gotta work for this, y'know? i'm not as generous as you think i am, chiquita." he said as he found your pouting and angry face just so irresistibly cute.

you stamped your foot and kept pleading, while also insulting, him–much to his amusement. he couldn't take it anymore, you were far too cute for him to say no to. "alright, alright, fine, chiquita, i'll hand it over, wouldn't wanna fry your cute, empty little brain, no?" he teased as he handed it to you, but pulled away again as you sighed exasperatedly. "but again... y'gotta work for it." he said as he took your seat and gently placed his hands on your waist. you shuddered as he pulled you close to him, his nose nearly touching yours as you looked down at him, and he looked up at you with more of a smile than a smirk or cocky grin like earlier.

despite you acting all angry and defiant towards miguel, you didn't pull away from him–you instead felt yourself submitting to his touch and leaning further against his chest. your breathing slowed and your defiant gestures ceased as you felt miguel's breath hot against your cheek. "so... what do you think of me?" he asked you with a smirk as you pouted up at him. "if it wasn't obvious already, you're an asshole who's full of himself." he chuckled at your honest observation. "okay, true, true... but not even the least bit handsome to you?" he asked you in a softer, sweeter voice. you remained silent, searching for the right words you wanted to utter right then and there, but all that you could answer would give away how you didn't see him as just your annoying dorm mate.

the fluster in your face got even worse as he tucked away a stray strand of hair behind your ear and murmured that you looked so beautiful. "i wouldn't mind doing your homework for you all the time, really... you know me well enough, i'm a little weak for you." he said with a chuckle as you felt flustered at his flattery. "just get on with it, so i can–" your lips had stopped moving to speak, and instead, they moved to messily lock lips with his as he leaned over and pressed his soft, supple lips against your own. you didn't pull away, you gave yourself into the kiss until miguel had pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours. "all you had to do... was admit you like me. but i guess i had it all wrong, maybe... i had to admit it first, but whatever." he muttered as he handed you the paper full of solutions. you forgot that was the reason you went through all this trouble of begging him and letting him touch you.

you tried to act tough, telling him he should've asked you first if he could kiss you, with him nodding and apologizing about his extreme boldness right then and there. "not my most gentlemanly moment." "as if you even are a gentleman." you said as you leaned against him still, with him raising his eyebrows in confusion. "you... wanna stay on me?" he asked you as you sighed. "you started it, now you reap what you sow, asshole." you said in a fake irritated snap as miguel chuckled. "okay, um... can i hold you again this time?" he asked in a whisper as you nodded. "finally, you figured out how to ask before you take." you said as you felt a little more flustered at the thought of him having kissed you earlier, him letting all his bare emotions out on you. he may be a cocky, arrogant smartass... but you had to admit, you were kind of waiting for him to make the first move; at least now, he was being just a bit nicer to you. you could get used to him doing your homework for you, in exchange for a few kisses from you.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @k4tsu3 @luvstarrstruck @fictarian @yuridopted0 @arachnoia @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @ophanimgold @melovetitties @popeheywardssecretgf

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv fluff #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman 2099 #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader

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delightfullyodd · 16 days

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So about that one family in ACOTAR

Okay, relationships in this family are toxic as duck. I mean no wonder Feyre fell for two toxic dudes - she doesn't know what normal family/relationship dynamics are. Honestly, I pity her in a disgusted manner.

Her mother seemed to be a sort of social climber and a narcissist. Who else would make a child to give such strange promises? Unless she made with fae beforehand. Which would be an awesome twist. Alas, we are in a different book.

Her father looks like a doormat. Not like he was much before, but now he's even less. I wouldn't be surprised if her mother slept with some important dudes behind or not-so-behind his back.

Also as far as I understand, Feyre is NOT a bastard child? Which is weird, because then it would make perfect sense why her sisters are so horrible to her. It would also explain why she has a hyperfixation on being useful.

Then there is such thing...

Our ms. Maas failed worldbuilding in simple places but holy shit it's very jarring to me.

Okay, so no matter how you don't like doing something but you can't ignore that you have to do shit about the house. SJM probably has no idea that when you live in cold climate YOU HAVE TO HAVE FIREWOOD OR YOU ARE FUCKING DEAD.

They are living in a village. How come they don't even have a fucking vegetable garden? I mean flowers are lovely and all but garlic, dill, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme are your friends!

Getting chickens and ducks isn't hard either. Not with Nesta's guile and social awareness or Elaine good looks. *facepalm* I can't even...

#anti acotar #antiacotar #anti acowar #anti acomaf #anti sjm #anti feyre #anti rhysand #anti acosf #writeblr #writer #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #writers #writing #give me spoilers

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 7 months

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The Equestrian Club finds themselves with an onlooker during one of their practices.

"Oh, Rollo-senpai, have you taken a liking to my horse? His name is Vorpal."

"Rollo-senpai, it is a pleasure to have you here, I hope you find the Equestrian Club hospitable."

"YOU DARE SHOW YOUR FACE AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO MALLEUS-SAMA!?!?"

Thoughts I had while writing this:

1) Sebek seems like he’d be a Brony

2) Sebek would call Rollo maidenless if given the chance

Don’t ask why I was thinking these things—

Like Fire, Hellfire.

"My, if it isn't some familiar faces," Rollo noted frostily. "I'd almost forgotten how rambunctious you all were. What a pity—I long to return to that peaceful bliss."

His gaze cut away behind his starry handkerchief. Rollo’s voice dropped into a hateful hiss—one he was certain only Riddle, Sebek, and Silver could hear. “Alas, this world will never know true peace so long as that wretched Malleus Draconia yet lives.”

Silver tensed, his eyes flashing dangerously. Sebek’s body moved sooner than his inhibitions did.

"WHY, YOU...!!”

Sebek charged at Rollo with a thunderous roar, fully prepared to deck him with all of his might. Collision with Rollo's face never came. Instead, Sebek's fists were caught by Silver's palms. The knights' foreheads grinded together, each holding their position and refusing to yield to the other.

"Stop this, Sebek!!" Silver bellowed fiercely, his expression deadly serious. "Rollo-senpai is a visitor and a guest to our school. If he has committed no wrong on our campus, we have no grounds to stand on to apprehend him. You would be considered the instigator!!"

"OUT OF MY WAY, SILVER!! That man has the NERVE to appear before us speaking ill of Malleus-sama and expecting no repercussions for his grievous crimes?! HE'S LUCKY THAT THE YOUNG MASTER IS MAGANIMOUS ENOUGH TO SPARE HIS PUNY HUMAN LIFE!!"

“Yes, he said something rude about Malleus-sama,” Silver agreed, “but you must find it in yourself to forgive and to be courteous. We cannot perpetuate this cycle of hatred.”

“NEVER!! I WOULD SOONER DIE MYELF THAN ALLOW THIS CUR TO GO UNPUNISHED!!”

The horses startled at the booming that was Sebek’s shouting. Distressed whinnies filled the grassy field, and mob students immediately rushed to soothe the spooked equines.

“I can see that you’ve done learned little about restraining your volume or your temper,” Rollo commented dryly, his eyes lidded in half in amusement, half in disappointment.

“I’m sorry. He’s not usually like this.”

Yes he is, the mob students thought—though none of them were dim enough to intervene.

“Sebek is really a good guy,” Silver continued, oblivious to his peers. “Please give him some time to collect himself and…”

“DON’T APOLOGIZE TO HIM, SILVER!! HE’S NOT WORTHY OF OUR SYMPATHY!!”

“Neither of you are making these circumstances any more easier to navigate!!” Riddle chided, stepping out from between the pair. He grasped Vorpal’s reins in one hand, guiding the horse to step forward with him. “You two, stand down. Leave this matter to me.”

“S-Sir!”

Both Silver and Sebek snapped to attention, saluting to the short redhead--their superior.

Riddle promptly cleared his throat. Vorpal snorted softly in greeting.

“Ah-HEM!! As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted… Rollo-senpai, Equestrian Club welcomes you. I noticed you watching our practice session. Have you an interest in riding?”

“Riddle-kun.” He bowed his head in an act of mock respect. “… I prefer it to flying. I partake in the sport back at Noble Bell College. Forgive my brazenness for observing—I was taken aback by how well-trained your steed is, and how well you handle it.”

“You have a keen eye. Vorpal here has been my invaluable partner since I first joined Equestrian Club. He is quite steadfast."

"Hmph, it takes well after its master." Rollo paused, casting a cold glance at Sebek (who furiously glared back). "Rather than training horses, don't you think your club would benefit from better training your members?"

Sebek bared his teeth. Silver put an arm in front of his underclassman, a warning to not engage.

"Of course," Riddle said with a tight smile. "We in Equestrian Club are always striving for personal growth and self-discipline. However, I will confess that it takes some of us longer to learn these principles than others."

While Riddle spoke, Vorpal stared at their guest with big, curious eyes. Rollo stared back, cocking an eyebrow. Soon Riddle was doing the same as him.

"... May I?"

"By all means."

Rollo extended a hand, gingerly placing it on Vorpal's neck. He ran his hand up and down, gently stroking the equine, who brayed in contentment.

"Vorpal seems to like you," Riddle said in surprise.

"WHAT!! The horse is a poor judge of character!!" Sebek declared indignantly.

There was a scoff from Rollo. “It cannot be helped. Is it any wonder that horses shy away from a shameless loudmouth such as yourself? They’re delicate, sensitive creatures able to sense impure souls.”

"IT'S YOU WHO HAS THE IMPURE SOUL!!" Sebek roared, clenching his fists at his sides. "If we're comparing the cleanliness of souls here, Silver has you beat by a large margin!! THE WOODLAND CREATURES FLOCK TO HIM EVERY MORNING!!"

He whipped his head to his fellow knight. "SHOW HIM, SILVER!! SUMMON YOUR ARMY OF FUZZY COMPANIONS!!"

"I don't think that would help... Besides, you know they can be skittish around you, Sebek."

Vorpal made a noise vaguely akin to a grunt of disapproval. Rollo shook his head and tutted.

"GGGGGGRGH! I'LL SHOW YOU!!" Sebek stomped toward Vorpal, thrusting a hand out. "COME HITHER, EQUINE!! ALLOW ME TO DEMONSTRATE THE FULL BREADTH OF MY AFFECTIONS!!"

That’s the most aggressive way I’ve ever heard someone offer head pats to a horse!! The mob students winced as they watched the tragedy play out before their very eyes.

Vorpal screeched in distress, a high-pitched whinny piercing the field. Beating strong hooves against the ground, he turned tail and raced away from the approaching first year.

“W-Wait…! I COMMAND YOU TO COME BACK!! I HAVE YET TO PROVE MYSELF AS A SUPERIOR COMPANION!!” Sebek called after the frightened horse. He pathetically chased after it, only pushing Vorpal further and further away from him.

Rollo sighed, disappointed but not surprised. “As I thought. Animals can be taught to be obedient—but I’m afraid the same cannot be said of mages. All you do is act and speak out of turn, causing trouble for others around you.”

“Excuse me?” Riddle suddenly frowned and crossed his arms. “I take offense to that comment.”

“Hmph, and what of it? I speak the truth."

"While it may be true of the newer students, it is the responsibility of their upperclassmen to shape them into diligent, responsible young men. As a dorm leader and a club captain, those duties, too, fall upon my shoulders--yet you just implied it's impossible to whip these students into shape?"

Riddle let out a haughty laugh. "I won't have you insulting my abilities as a mentor and role model. The Equestrian Club shall show you the fruits of our labor!!"

"Will you now?" Rollo's eyes narrowed. "And how exactly do you plan to do that?"

"Simple. We already stand upon a suitable stage." Riddle gestured to their surroundings. "You and me, let us see which of us is the superior rider."

"Oh, that's a great idea, Riddle." Silver smiled at his classmate. "Having a friendly competition is sure to bolster our bonds."

Friendly? No, there was nothing friendly in the intense gaze shared between Riddle and Rollo. The atmosphere had thickened with tension, taking a turn for the oppressive. (Silver didn't notice any of it.)

It's so nice that they're getting along, he thought, his smile growing. I was worried about them for nothing.

"... Very well, I accept your proposal, Riddle-kun." Rollo allowed a smirk upon his lips. "Prepare to be utterly humiliated."

#twisted wonderland #twst #Riddle Rosehearts #Rollo Flamme #Sebek Zigvolt #Silver #disney twisted wonderland #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #spoilers #Rollo at the Writing Desk

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Jason Todd Playlist Analysis

PART 2

Breathe by CircusP and Nostraightanswer

Honestly, this song is mostly funny to me because its very Nightcore era. But alas, the lyrics fit. This one fits early returned Jason and his cynical, angry view on Bruce and what Bruce thought/thinks of him. This song isn’t terribly complex, it gets straight to the point, so I don’t have too much to say about it.

Oh man, it's been a while, hasn't it?

Are you just as excited as I am?

'Cause I've been dyin' to see you

Dyin' to see you

This would be during UtRH, not necessarily the final confrontation, but maybe just overall. Jason’s sarcasm and death references. I particularly like the repetition at the end, I think it adds a deranged sound to the song.

I'm your dark, edgy past mistake

Said I kept you awake, but that all was fake, right?

Pray no one digs up the grave

Jason referring to himself as Batman’s greatest failure. The disbelief in Bruce’s mourning of him.

I'm six feet under, cast asunder, yet here we are

Now I've just begun

Your pity party can't start without me, so here we are

Jason’s view on how he died and was immediately pushed aside and replaced, but he’s back now. He will do what Batman can’t, and he’s just started.

I've got a few tricks up my sleeve

I've been practicing like you wouldn't even believe

Isn't it nice

To feel your own vice

Fill your chest just like how you filled mine?

Directly referring to Jason’s LoA training. So not only does he have Robin training, but all new skills for his new identity. Being Bruce’s son, and being Robin used to make Jason feel happy and fulfilled (filling his chest), and he is insinuating that Bruce has fallen further into Batman to fulfil himself

Said you're crushed by the pain, but that's not the case, right?

Pray no one digs up the dirt

"He'll rest in peace, " said the priest

Denying the idea that Bruce loved him and mourned him again. Obviously, Jason didn’t rest in peace, he is a vengeful spirit.

#jason todd #red hood #batfamily #dc comics #dc universe #jason todd playlist #Spotify

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scary-lasagna · 2 months

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KITTY!!! I humbly request a Zalgo and Slender fic 👀👀 smut if you may 🫣

I've never written smutty m/m but HOO

good golly

contains: sexual tension, a follow-up with nitty gritty in part II bc kitty didn't want it to be so long

also i am posting this now because I haven't posted yesterday nor today so part II will likely be following up this week :]

A Business Meeting [Zalgo/Slender - NSFW]

"I'm not quite sure that I'm following."

Slender sat at a six person table, a long elegant piece of granite. Zalgo sat at the other end, only two chair length's away, his hands clasped in front of him.

The demon had shrunk out of politeness, adapting to Slender's height versus the usual 12-foot stature he carried. Despite the rips and tears littering the webbing of his bat-like wings, they looked well-kept and proper for a demon of his status. Embezzled with jewels, chains, and gold clips for the rare occasion of a meeting with his enemy.

Slender felt wildly underdressed for the occasion, and he knew this was only one of the many mind games Zalgo would play on him. Even so, Slender couldn't help but adjust his 24k gold cufflinks out of a nervous habit.

Zalgo's wings fluttered as he straightened his shoulders ever so slightly, puffing out his broad frame. A sharp jawline, good figure, crooked nose, a dangerous look in his eye, and a bit of charisma were all Zalgo ever needed to get his way about things.

But Slender wouldn't be backing down this time.

Imagine spending one of your few days off, sitting on opposite sides of a table, in enemy territory, staring down this vile creature that refuses to wipe that shitty smirk off his face. Zalgo has Slender right where he wants him, and Slender knows, and Zalgo knows that he knows.

This is why Slender must win this little game of the King.

"Then perhaps I shall elaborate, dearest friend." The demon hummed, placing his elbows onto the black granite of the stretched meeting table. "Allow me to think." He pitched his fingers together in a tent and pressed his fingertips towards each other, grazing his knuckles with his claws. Zalgo closed his eyes briefly, his mind flickering with all the possible outcomes for his next arrangement of words.

Slender continued staring at the supposed king, taking in a sharp breath. This might have been the closest they've been in ages, alone. In fact, if he so wished, Zalgo was just a tendril length away from being choke-slammed across the room. Slender attempted to block the thoughts of what Zalgo would look like being choked. Alas, he failed and must advert his gaze to the webbed granite.

"I beg you to elaborate before I grow too old." Although the mental picture of Zalgo enjoying being choked occupied his mind, Slender must admit that his patience had worn thin since he stepped into Zalgo's territory. Besides listening to the screams of The Pit on his walk to the castle, the king's consistent mind games have been irritating him.

How Slender wished to shut him up with the taste of his-

"I'm terribly sorry to be the one to break the news, but you're already very old and decrepit."

"Considering how many years you have ahead of me, I suggest limiting time spent on your mundane activities such as thinking." Slender straightened his tie in an attempt to loosen the grip it currently had around his neck. Or maybe that was the phantom of the thought of what it would feel like had Zalgo been choking him instead.

Zalgo huffed shortly, irritated by such incompetence, "If you believe two minutes is a lengthy sum of time, I pity whatever poor creature must share the bed with you."

Slender's jaw tensed. This stupid, stupid demon. Sexy, too, but mostly stupid. If Slender ever wished he could express a face, he would have wished to smirk back at Zalgo at this very moment.

"Your Grace, you of all people should remember how that isn't true." Slender's voice lulled, a slow, captivating tone that dripped with condescendence.

Zalgo smoothly yet dangerously looked toward Slender. Had he really heard him correctly?

"I believe we vowed to not speak of it, my dear friend." Zalgo dropped his hands to the table, intertwining his fingers. His own claws scraped his midnight-tainted skin. Getting blood on his suit was the least of his concerns now.

"And I believe you vowed to keep your minions out of my territory unprompted, yet here we are." This was a clever retort. Slender hoped this would make Zalgo uncomfortable enough to drop the subject altogether. It was a pitiful prayer, but something that might just work. The Tall Man leaned back in his seat, flexing his hips to cross his leg comfortably under the table.

Zalgo was uncomfortable, alright. But it had nothing to do with the memory of so many nights ago. No, no. The tent in his pants has become absolutely painful.

He liked it.

"Slender, you are playing a very dangerous game that I am not quite sure you'd like to win."

"I would win."

A quiet yet dangerous silence slithered around them. A challenge.

Zalgo always enjoyed those.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta blog #slender #zalgo x slender #creepypasta x reader #spicy

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OF Favorites Rankings

I did this once before the series aired, but I thought it’d be fun to rank the core characters in OF in the middle of the series’ run and once more at the end.

I’m gonna tag some of my active OF moots here (and some new OF friends as well!) if any of you want to play too—no pressure at all! And of course, even if you aren’t tagged, please feel free to play along! I’m super curious to see how opinions have changed from the beginning to the middle to the end. :)

@abstractelysium @nihilisticcondensedmilk @just-gm @firstkanaphans @prapaiwife @dreamedofyou @sandrayy @fanfictionroxs @khaopybara @tiedankelstotheocean @thegalwhorants @autisticbokutoenthusiast @itsmelb @way-too-indecisive @k-white @waitmyturtles

1. Sand

Of course it was going to be Sand in first place (get it…First place?)

He might be morally dubious in Ep6, but if anything, that makes him more endearing to me (don't ask me how). If they all play dirty, he can play dirty too. Plus, he's just got the vibe. The t-shirts, the jackets, the boots, the independence. The superior music taste? Mans has it all except for money. Though tbh, the moment that solidified Sand as my favorite was when he ran after Ray at the end of Ep6--he was just dealt a personal attack by Ray in front of everyone, but he doesn't even hesitate to go after him. And that is the marker of a ✨ favorite character ✨

2. Ray

Naturally, both Sand and Ray have taken the top spots (pun intended), and it's because I have a special place in my heart for "woobified" characters (did I use that right @waitmyturtles? 😂)...and Khaotung executes his layers so beautifully. Ray did go in for a nonconsensual kiss (which he later apologized for, but I digress) and he did hash out some pretty brutal insults last episode. Irrespective of his feelings for Sand, it's indisputable that he has used him in some aspect to distract himself from Mew. So for all that, Ray is also morally dubious--but I'll use the term realistic instead.

I just want to give him a hug and tell him that he matters. Because clearly that is something he's heard only a few times in his life. And maybe if he heard it more often, we could avoid situations like the one at the end of Ep6.

3. Nick

I’m having a bit of an inner battle with myself over this one because Nick came out of the gate with some very immoral behavior, and yet I’m still putting him above Mew, because something about him is just so…pitiful. Admittedly, I've been growing more and more frustrated with him as the series goes on and he still fights for Boston's affection when Boston has proven time and time again that he just doesn't care. Boston keeps him on a rope, and in some ways I sympathize with Nick's struggles, because it isn't easy to turn the feelings off once they've already been cemented. But alas. He's digging himself further and further into this hole.

4. Mew

A lot of my gripes with Mew have been in respect to his treatment of Ray, but I go back and forth because I do understand the mental toll it must take on him. Regardless of whether or not he's responsible for helping Ray through his mental issues, as his closest friend, I think it should've been him running after Ray at the end of Ep6. Yeah, Ray said some shitty things about everybody, but Ray has only ever wanted what is best for Mew. And Mew was going to watch him run off and potentially get himself killed, even after Ray admitted what Top had done. Something about that just doesn't sit right with me.

Despite all of this, Mew does appear to be the most level-headed of the group (alongside Sand, though that was put to the test last ep). And the moment he played TopBoston’s sex audio right in Top’s ear? Phenomenal. He nailed that execution. I will laugh when he's on his revenge kick next week.

5. Cheum

Cheum is this low firstly because she doesn't get a lot of screen time, and secondly because she's made some comments that are a little questionable too. I can't remember who said it, but someone pointed out just how often she references how lucky Mew is to be with Top--which is a little strange, looking at him like he's some big prize. Also, not to bring everything back to Ray but...she contributes to the "burden" discussion quite a few times.

I do really enjoy the small snippets we've gotten of her with April. I like that they finally gave their relationship a little bit more context in Ep6. They do seem to have some pretty solid communication (at least compared to the others) so I'm pleased with that.

6. Top

I know a lot of people have felt sorry for Top. And I understand that completely. I struggle to given that he not only cheated but lied about the cheating--and likely would never have admitted to it. For Mew, someone who values communication and honesty so strongly, it's like a punch to the face. I hope Top gets what's coming to him. (Also, stealing Sand's boyfriend? Wtf dude.)

7. Boston

Not much to explain about this one--I can understand why he is some peoples' favorite for the sole reason that he is the one creating all the conflict in the first place. But he's so twisted, manipulative, and careless that I just want Mew to kick him into that pool a hundred times over. I don't expect him to rise from last place by the end, but if he does, it'll be a miracle.

#only friends #only friends the series #ofts #only friends favorites game #sandray #raysand #topmew #bostonnick #only friends episode 6 #firstkhaotung #forcebook #neomark #only friends series

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wrinkly-fucking-qtip · 3 months

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SHAMELESS OPINIONS: S6 (cause Mickey's write off hurt and after s5, I watched again from s1 and forced myself to keep watching + no one around me likes Shameless so I need a place to vent)

overall: it's a meh season with strong plotlines

The F Word is SUCH a bop, my boy Gus ate. Sorry Fi, I really like you, but boo, you had it coming.

I get the whole controversy with Sean, trust me I do, but I enjoyed the dramatics of the relationship. He was way too hypocritical tho, the scene with the gun, as scary as it was, rubbed me the wrong way. I wouldn't blame Fiona or Carl for that. As someone raised in a house full of guns, I was taught to never ever go near one. Curiosity killed the cat with Will and he was obviously scared, but Sean my boy, no. I felt Sean sort of blended well with the family, understood dysfunction all too well so that's probably why, but at the end of the day, it was a scabbing wound.

The wedding scene, Fuck Frank, ik he helped Fiona dodge a bullet, but at the end of the day, it was never really about Fiona, it was about his damn ego as always. The whole situation was shitty for everyone and I felt for her, really. The bridge scene was dope as hell. Bravo. Cinematic.

With the Debbie v Fiona, I was honestly on Fiona's side most of the time. A decision like this, in their way of living, oof, and Fiona made it clear she wasn't gonna be in charge of another kid. Harsh, but... I wouldn't do it either. But the reality is, Debbie has always been around kids, and very clearly wanted to be a mother, as early as s1. It's just... timing wasn't right. But to tackle a teen to the ground??? Wtf. A grown ass woman. Girl. No.

Oh Lip... his lip ain't doing good. As fucked as the whole Helene thing was, no relationship has ever made more sense to me than that one (for all the wrong reasons) Mommy issues as bright as day right there. And the fact that he couldn't recognize that and saw it as a normal college Tuesday makes me pity him. People don't agree with the relationship, and they're right, they shouldn't, but not because it's a bad storyline. It should make you feel uncomfortable because it is, but that's something that sooner or later, was bound to happen with him. That scene where he walks to the bar and yaps like Frank does with a beer in his hand, and everyone in disbelief... oof...

EMT IAN. NEED I SPEAK??? My baby... Those first episodes were so hard for him... Fucking Lip being insensitive at times... FUCK Ian makes me cry. Him standing his ground to get the job back, oh lord. There's a deleted scene that should've stayed but oh well. Anyway. I love him.

Don't even get me started on Gallavich. The scene with Lana on patsies cuts me. That prison scene breaks me without fail every time. I can't. I just couldn't envision, if things really went without having to call back Noel for ratings and views in s7, that the prison scene would be -it- for them... His leave was horribly handled too... but alas...

Caleb??? I have much to say about him in s7, but he... isn't half bad here... Don't love him, but he's alright. Motivated our ginger boy to get a job that gave him purpose, gave him soft smooches and little lunches, and taught him to receive softness. I love those things but not because it comes from him, more so because Ian deserves those gestures. The HIV conversation was handled well I think??? Don't have any particular complains... yet

Frank's storyline at the start of the season interested me, with the cancer lady and whatnot, not a fan of indulging Debbie into grooming, but it's Frank, and Frank is a fucking pos, but as soon as Queenie comes along I got so fucking BORED. Just not my cup of tea, the whole organic storyline put me to sleep. Kind of wish Debbie wasn't involved cause I think her pregnancy journey had more potential than ending up with Queenie. Idk that whole thing was just boring for me.

White boy Carl... eh, it is what it is, seemed in character enough ig, everyone expected part of this future to head that way so, yeah. Nick... so many mixed feelings like everyone else. I just feel for him man, that situation was horrendous. That, along with 3x666 are the only two scenes where I can't like... they're hard to stomach, for obvious reasons ik, but yeah. That was tough. I feel like it was fun to see Carl with his shenanigans, somewhat cringe but I can't pinpoint if it's because of E's performance or shitty writing.

Mandy and Ian's moment, holy fuck. That made me tear up. Mandy my beloved... I hope you're doing well.

SVETLANA RISE.

#shameless us #shameless #season 6 #gallavich #debbie gallagher #fiona gallagher #the f word #white boy carl #emt ian #ian Gallagher

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05aaphrodite · 2 years

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ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: kazuha x yandere fatui harbinger! reader

𝕋𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖: bust your kneecaps

𝕋𝕎𝕤: NSFW, manipulation,gaslightning,kidnapping,

unhealthy obsession,guilt tripping,drugging,noncon,blackmailing

𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.

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Being one of the tsaritsa’s fatui harbingers sent you here, a barricaded nation under a vision hunt decree by her excellency, your goal is to capture the electro archon’s gnosis.

You couldn't care less about the disasters happening, you just wanted to get this mission over with before getting a nice cup of tea by the wintry weather in your local manor from Snezhnaya, basically being the cryo archon’s puppet has it's disadvantages (with the advantages of having a handful of mora.) The shenanigans Tsaritsa has gets you on the edge each time, just what is the cryo archon’s motive of collecting all the gnosis? We have yet to find out, this strange world is full of secrets yet to be told.

The atmosphere here was expected, gloomy and pathetic, the followers turning a blind eye as the others feared for their visions being taken by the almighty shogun, you lowered your face to allay suspicion from the shogunate, the tenebrous sky complimented your presence with children shooting you a puzzled look, you made your way towards the guards to hand your travel permit.

The guards eyed you as you walk pass them, you lift your guards up before asking the citizens about the electro archon’s whereabouts, a little frustrating they turned their heads away isn't it? Well can't blame them for their cowardliness.

As you continue walking down the streets, a strange gush of lightning striked down near tenshushaku, you began to ran towards it but stopped upon seeing the sight in front of you.

There lays an ending duel, with the final outcome as her excellency stepping forward while dragging her electro infused sword. Alas, you witnessed the famous sword art technique as the ‘Musuo no Hitotachi’ as the electro vision of the defeated drifted away from its owner, one particular bloke caught it in one hand then ran off somewhere, although you have seen the Raiden Shogun as the mission ordered, you can't help but run after the white haired man.

When you finally caught up to the man, he was somewhere in a secluded place panting for air, the dead vision resulting to his burnt hand. Taking pity on him, you went up to him then offered your help by bandaging up his affected palm, he winced during the process but eventually sent his gratitude to you.

“Are you hurt? Do you need help?”

The man let out a quiet sigh before leaning to a wall, he recalled the past events that unfolded in his sight, the samurai promptly regrets on not being there on time.

“My friend… he..”

You picked up his tone tout de suite, the vision wielder who died at the hands of the electro archon’s was the white haired man’s companion, suddenly your heart is filled with nothing but compassion for the man.

All of a sudden a bunch of people are walking over the streets while interrogating random people about some white haired samurai, he knew at the moment he's a wanted criminal and needed to escape inazuma for the time being. Though you almost forgot the whole purpose on why you came here, to steal the electro archon’s gnosis.

Just forget about the guy and give Tsaritsa the damn gnosis you thought, but your poor soul can't help but feel pity on him as whole.

“Fuck it.” You mumbled before turning to the white haired bloke again “Come with me, I'll help you escape.” You reach your hand out towards him, he accepts it without hesitation as you lead the way to your ship, giving him your cloak managed to turn people's heads away from the two of you as you continued to walk your way to ritou.

You two successfully boarded in the ship as you ordered your henchmen to sail the ship back to snezhnaya, they reluctantly followed as they questioned why you didn't go with the original plan after seeing you rescue a random person.

The wandering samurai thanked you again before lending you your cloak back, you ordered one of the maids to cook radish vegetable soup as you try to treat the man with hospitality.

“Thank you so much for helping me, words can't describe how grateful I am to be rescued by you.” He smiled warmly that sent tingles on your beating heart, you had no idea what to respond but just a smile in return “What's your name?”

“Kazuha… I'm from the Kaedahara clan.”

So this is what Scaramouche talked to you about back at the base, the clans in inazuma. The Kaedaharas are one of the most prominent clans in inazuma, they hold a great influence to isshin art.

“May I ask for yours too?”

“It's… Y/n.” of course, you won't tell him that you're the 12th fatui harbinger yet.

In the fullness of time you have reached the infamous icy-cold nature of the cryo nation, you gave Kazuha your cloak again in order to not arouse questions from folks around.

You held him close as the two of you got out of the ship, thankfully he doesn't mind the close proximity between the both of you considering the snowy breeze is on the way. While leading him to your manor, a fellow sky blue haired harbinger halted your steps, as expected she was eyeing the person beside you.

“So, instead of following the Tsaritsa’s orders like a puppet you are, you bring home a unusual looking man to manipulate on.”

You scoffed at the knave’s words as you protectively drag Kazuha behind your back, the air tensed up while you exchanged hefty glares with your fellow harbinger, you were mad at Arlecchino for seeing right through your plans albeit you did took pity on the samurai “At least I'm not a potential traitor like you.” you retorted with Kazuha casually clinging on your arm, with that you dragged the man along with you to the manor still sullen.

Once the two of you got in the manor, you sighly apologized to Kazuha about the incident with Arlecchino “It's alright, I know that you have no cruel intentions.”

You swallowed a gulp while chuckling wryly “Yeah you're right, plus there's no reason on why doing cruel deeds on you will benefit me.”

You lend him your spare clothes from the wardrobe as you ordered one of your maids to cook borscht for Kazuha, you took the med kit from your drawers to treat Kazuha’s burnt wound again, you apply a wet compress to the area before applying lotion “So Kazuha, if it's okay to inquire but what was your friend like?” you asked as you wrap his hand with bandage again, he took his time to narrate the adventures him and his friend had, your ears concentrated on his voice while you shot him a sympathetic smile everytime he gets emotional in the middle. You gave him your attention and care enough like you planned so you can take advantage of his trust and control him like any other puppets from the past.

After tending to his wounds, you led him to the dining area after your maids prepare borscht for him, he took a spoonful of the red beetroot soup as he swallowed the warm liquid on his throat, his tongue made sounds “It has a distinct unique taste, snezhnaya sure brings the epitome of comfort soups perfectly.” Kazuha smiled gently before taking another sip, a grin plastered on your face as you gaze at the samurai enjoy the pleasant taste of borscht staying in his tongue. As you also planned, he's wholly comfortable in your home that he didn't even question what was put in the soup...

You saunter to the lobby to ponder about making him fall in love with you, it's obvious you never developed feelings for him but you got attached, he seemed different than the other men you tortured that you gave him proper treatment the first time he arrived even surprising the maids as well.

A knock interrupted your moment of silence, sighing you opened the front door to let your subordinates in

“Miss Brighella, her majesty has requested your presence.” you saw it coming anyway, but who would blame you bringing home such an attractive samurai?

You nod your head “I'll be there right away.” they bowed their heads before leaving, you walk your way to the living room to grab your cloak up while catching Kazuha studying the souvenirs on your shelves, the drug would kick in later so you told your maids to keep an eye on him. He noticed your presence before shooting a smile again “Where are you going?”

You wore your cloak around with a reassuring smile “Important matters, make yourself at home.” You said before you head off to the palace.

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The breeze touched your face as you leaned on the railings of the palace, you decided to take your mind somewhere after that scolding from the Tsaritsa, she demanded to send you back to inazuma for the gnosis but you convinced her that manipulating and controlling him under your will would benefit the fatui and gain more information about the Raiden Shogun, reluctantly she accepted it because who is she to doubt you? Your schemes with men before worked and Kazuha was an easy target.

Even if you planned to use and dispose him, something about him meets your standards that you can't bring yourself to be overly cruel towards him, somewhere in your heart felt bad about him, scared that he would eventually learn about your ill intentions, but you promise you'll be gentle right? Plus this is your first time being nice to your victim, as long he doesn't defy you everything’s good…

“Fancy to see you here, comrade.” A familiar voice struck up to your ear before looking back to see the 11th fatui harbinger, Tartaglia “Same goes to you, comrade.” You chuckled as he joins you on the scenery viewing, ever since being recruited to the fatui, he was the first person you looked up to hence being trained together and being sent on missions together, you had each other's backs no matter what to the point you openly express your dislike of the Tsaritsa in front of him.

“So I just heard from others that you were bringing home a man again, who is he?” He raise a brow while shooting you a look, a snicker escaped you “He's a wandering samurai from Inazuma, he looked injured so I went to his aid.”

“How's he holding up now?”

“He's doing just fine.”

“From your gaslightning?” You narrowed your eyes at the harbinger “No Childe, why would I be hard on him the second he gets home?..”

He seemed awestruck for a tiny bit before chuckling “I think I'm witnessing a new Brighella.” you raised your brow “Shush, that does not mean I have feelings for my victim, he's just…. more tolerable I guess…”

Tartaglia hummed sardonically, you lightly punch his sleeve “Hey, you should also lend me a hand with your henchmen guarding the manor, he better not escape under my grasp.”

“Say no more comrade.” the both of you grinned, you got everything you wanted and you couldn't ask for more.

By the time you got to your manor, he was already tied up in a secluded room just beside your bedroom, the room also known as the chamber where you keep your victims and manipulate them for information.

Wearily Kazuha mumbled meaningless phrases while chained to a bed headboard , the moment he questioned his lightheadness in the middle of strolling in the hallway, something definitely felt off with the soup but he decided to gave it the benefit of the doubt, guess he should have been more extra cautious next time.

You smiled when everything goes according to your plan, you successfully have the wanted criminal wrapped around your finger. His mumbling came to an end upon sensing your presence, poor boy felt betrayed when he finds himself chained in an unfamiliar room, and worse, overhearing the maids’ conversation about your plan, he never imagined someone like you who double crosses someone after doing a good deed, people can be deceiving nowadays they say.

“Y…you… what did you do…to me…” he struggled to keep his tone coherent, the corner of your lips turned downward after hearing his doleful tone, it's like he trusted you no matter what only for him to be a tool for you to use in the end, but rest assured you would treat him right than anyone!

“How’d you like the sheets I prepared for you? Are you fond of cotton sheets? I have loads of it.” You brushed a lock that blocked the view of his perfect shape, the eyes once full of reliance now just pure dread and vexation, your guilt feeling resided deep within but it doesn't stop you from having no sympathy and regard “Ex…plain all of….these…”

You took the gold insignia from your pocket then place it on his stomach “I'm no. 12th of the fatui harbingers, I'm Brighella, codename bugiarda.”

Fatui… he has heard of this heinous organization from folks before, they had always painted them in a bad light saying they were the focal point of the vision hunt decree to create a market for their delusions “Traitor…” you took the insignia then turned your back “I'm no traitor, I saved you.”

Being held captive for weeks, Kazuha eventually gave in to your manipulation and started doing your dirty works in a heartbeat, you saved him and how is he gonna defy against you? You did everything in your power to make him be unseen by Inazuma and the Tsaritsa, he felt in debt of you.

But gradually he's coming into his morals and finally puts an end to your ‘savior’ persona, he felt sympathy for those people you targeted as he do the work.

Although he wants to rebel against you, he doesn't deny that he fell in love with you the moment you came to his aid, he has never experienced this warm feeling when he's around everyone, when it came to you everything changed, he felt the need to depend on you everytime. So now he's stuck between wanting to stay or go, his friend often told him that prioritizing one's self isn't necessarily a bad thing, Kazuha made up his mind then starts thinking of a strategy to fool you

“If only you did something to save your friend, he would've been still here.”

The words struck with him to this day when anger got the best of you then lashed out at him for failing something, he slept with a heavy heart after that, he did everything he could to go to his friend that time, you knew he tried his best but you wanted to get him caught off guard by mentioning his dead friend, it's true that it's such a cruel one to do but you enjoyed making him sob and loathe himself. Kazuha finally had enough then remained firm on his decision, he drew a line on the wall as he leaned his head, the tally marks decorated the walls of him room ever since being trapped here like a prisoner, he never lost track on how many days it has been, has it been 38 days?

He asked permission from the maids to use the bathroom which led to them agreeing, your bathroom is like the size of a nursery room, you're filthy rich so you spent mora on building the fanciest bathroom in Snezhnaya. Kazuha took the window’s advantage by climbing through it, there's a small ledge outside as he closes the window without making a noise, he ends up in the snow kissed backyard with metal fences guarding, Kazuha can just use his anemo powers to float and that's it. When he believed it to be his escape of freedom, he was unaware that his vision was taken by your force while sleeping, and that's when everything's too late “Hey! Look who's over there!” a fatui agent pointed at Kazuha followed by the rest of his comrades raising their guard up, he only realized the drugs are starting to kick in as he feels hazy “There you are my love.”

You took him back to his room after getting informed by the maids that he was gone, putting the drug on his drink was perfect timing.

Johnny don't leave me, you said you'd love me forever

“Why'd you try to escape? You said you'll love me forever.” you chained him to the headboard as he groaned “Not only did you disobeyed me but you almost thwarted my plans to gain more information about her excellency!”

Honey believe me, I'll have your heart on a platter.

“If you think about escaping again, I'll send you to the Raiden Shogun herself.” You threatened, Kazuha immediately remained silent before nodding with a yes, if anything he's willing to go through anything to escape, just not the electro archon…

Might you recall, we’ve got a small family business and the family won't like this

Childe approached you the next day regarding the Raiden Shogun “Scaramouche is sent to inazuma for the gnosis, your knowledge helped us discerning the electro archon’ true plans.”

You grinned upon hearing the news, it's a relief that you were able to get through Kazuha’s fabrication of the vision hunt decree “So how's your captive holding up?” the harbinger inquired, you scoff with a chortle “That little shit tried to escape unbeknownst to me yesterday, thankfully one of your fatui agents managed to find him.” he replied with only a scornful grin, Childe is your true partner in crime after all.

They'll bust your knee caps

Sneakily you put a drop of aphrodisiac on his shchi, being sexually frustrated was right timing, you also figured getting him on his weak state would be easy to manipulate him on, Kazuha sipped a liquid from the shchi before releasing a refreshing sigh, you watched in a devilish intent as he finishes the contents of it.

They'll bust your knee caps, that's what they're going to do

“I want you inside me..” he groaned as he gripped the white sheets, desires becoming lusty each second, a smirk grew on you then lift his shirt up as you drag your nails along to his stomach “Needy for me already? Answer a few questions.” you got on top of him then grinded against his clothed erect cock, he let out a small whimper while gripping your hips “Now, I want you to stay obedient and tell the truth.” You began to slide his shirt off revealing his chest breathing up and down, he let out a harsh breath, slowly you rub his hard nipple then gradually caressing it which earned a moan from the samurai “What's the Raiden Shogun’s motive?” Kazuha kept moaning for more distracted by your pleasure, you liked teasing him for sure but it gets you a little frustrated “Sh-she wants… eternity- ngh!..” you made your way to his pants then slid it off with his undergarments revealing a erect thick dick “Hm? What else.” you have his tip a teasing lick earning a hard groan “P-please continue..” A soft chuckle escaped you before rubbing his veiny cock with your fingers “What's your friend’s name?” You sucked on the tip “Mmgh!” Kazuha arched his back with eyes sealed shut.

Your mouth travelled it's way down to his full cock as your tongue swirls around the area “Ahh…” he breathe in and out then gripped your hair, you kept going on his dick bopping your head, your question may have went over his head but you're too enamored with the flavor of his precum, you fasten your speed with the samurai continuously moaning, a tear of pleasure escaped his one eye “C-coming…” he hissed, at the moment he cummed on your mouth, swallowing his sweet white liquid whole down to your throat, you gaze at him with a sly smirk “Good boy.

Johnny, you told me, you were no fool, you were no chump

You drape a cape around his shoulder, you loved to hurt and take care of him at the same time, Kazuha is finally under your control again.

Then you got cold feet, now all you'll be is a speed bump

“I'll forever be your puppet…” he murmured, a smirk crept on you running your fingers through his hair, just how things should be.

Johnny there's still time together I know we’d go so far

And when you thought you still have him wrapped around your finger, while you fell asleep on his room because of exhaustion from orders, he slowly pull the anemo vision out of your pocket then ran free outside albeit the fatui and Childe managed to catch up with him in time.

I'll tell uncle Rocco to call off the guys with the crowbars

“Obey me this instant or I'll send you back to Inazuma!” he shuddered under your chilling tone, being a stubborn bloke he is Kazuha activated his vision wielding his katana. Your power wasn't to be underestimated that you easily took him down with your polearm, you were the 3rd strongest of the harbingers despite being younger than all of them, even Tartaglia the crazy battle maniac himself said he could never match to your strength.

“I gave you a second chance and now you've used them all, don't make me execute you like how the Raiden Shogun executed your friend.” you wrapped his torso with ropes again, he's remained tied up forever whether he likes it or not for trying to escape twice.

You call it crime, we call it smart family business

“You won't get away with this…” he struggled against the ropes, after getting captured you threw away his vision far enough that he couldn't retrieve it again, being proprietorial is in your trait after all “Is that so, wanted criminal?” a chuckle escaped you.

And the family is famous

After all the fatui is infamous for their iniquitous crimes, what did the samurai expect? throw you into jail right now? As if that'll happen, adding the fact other harbingers have done worse things than you.

It's such a shame that you became such an issue, oh dear Johnny I'll miss you

Paying back for his escape attempts, you busted his knee caps in return so that he won't be able to walk or run ever again, he had became frail and weak the past few days, Kazuha learned during these captive days that fighting back is useless and that you have more power over him, but after all being spoiled by you isn't so bad at all right?

Slowly he doesn't mind being under your control, in fact he loves it that out of all people you chose him! As promised you did treat him better than most people, he doesn't need to worry about his own freedom as he already has you, a loving harbinger.

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