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10,000 Leagues Under Fontaine
Synopsis: The life of a guard of the Fortress of Meropide is mostly dull and structured, until a chance encounter with an otherworldly beast gives you a reason to smile again.
Foul Legacy x Reader Pronouns: Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Genre: Angst Warnings: Mentions of drowning, acid, burning, very slight mentions of blood
~ * ~ The Fortress of Meropide is always cold. Cold, but never quiet; the underwater complex is unmistakably alive despite being made of metal sheets and grates, the sound of machinery weaving with the chatter of both inmates and guards, sharing their days and gossiping here and there as good citizens of Fontaine always do- rumors spread fast in the Fortress, and there’s not a moment that isn’t exciting or entertaining in some way. Or so you like to imagine. Being one of the top guards of Meropide has its benefits- getting to choose your days off, occasional trips to the surface, even the Duke’s personal trust in your abilities. But with trust comes difficult, often tedious tasks, ones that Administrator Wriothesley only assigns to the most capable workers, and so you find yourself patrolling the space between the main prison and the ocean gates. The room is an odd mixture of metal and screws and a gradual incline towards the sea floor, a shallow puddle transitioning into a passage filled with water that someone could swim in. You keep wondering when Wriothesley will properly fix the gate at the end, and he simply responds that he’ll get around to it at some point. For now, keep watch- it’s almost a straight shot to the ocean, and we wouldn’t want inmates attempting to escape, now would we? And you just nodded, expression steady as stone and twice as unmoving; no prisoners would sneak in on your watch.
Not that they often do. Life at the Fortress is a new start for many and even a step up in comfort for most. Besides, the passage is much too long for anyone without a Vision to swim through without the danger of drowning- you’ve had to haul a few corpses out in the past, and that was enough to dissuade most of the other prisoners, it seems. Good for security, but boring for you, as there’s little else to do but watch water drip from the ceiling and skirt around the jagged bits and edges of metal left on the walls and floor. Occasionally a gardemek going through its initial testing will join you, and you’ll idly teach it to play rock paper scissors- so far, you’ve kept up a 50% win rate against the robotic soldiers- but nothing more. At least it smells of rain here instead of smoke and fire. You’re alone on the day that the noises begin, sitting on a crate and mistaking them for distant ocean waves and the clanging of hammers against metal. They’re simple at first- vague splashes and a faint scratching sound- but as you listen they morph into something else, like echoing cries, or perhaps a song through the sea. Something beautiful, for once, one corner of your mouth twitching up ever so slightly- what few friends you have call this expression your “almost-smile”, and know it’s as pleased as you’ll get. Something close.
Your almost-smile vanishes as your ears pick up the distinct sound of something swimming through water, the water that flows through this small passage, scrambling to your feet and snatching your weapon from its spot on the floor as whatever-it-is turns the corner, the water’s surface rippling. You really should’ve taken up on His Grace’s offer to get you a rifle. You’re expecting the aquatic thing to burst forth from the sea, attacking you first and asking questions once you’re dead, but instead you’re greeted with the sight of two crimson horns poking out into the air, the water stilling if not for slight movements. Slowly, steadily, your gaze follows the horns down as a head rises out of the water, a single crystalline eye blinking curiously and settling on your form. There’s a moment of silence, and then the creature chirps. You can only freeze in place, brows furrowed in deep confusion as the beast- Archons, it’s big- hauls itself onto shore, tilting its head this way and that as it cautiously approaches. The hand holding your weapon tightens, your heartbeat almost painful, and the monster’s eye widens as it pauses, glancing nervously from you to your weapon and back again.
With slow, deliberate movements, you watch as the beast lowers its head to your height, letting out a soft trill. It almost sounds apologetic, hunching its shoulders inward shamefully, and something in your heart, the one you molded and fixed into being cold and quiet, cracks. You lower your weapon, eyes narrowed, and you swear you hear the creature purr. Legacy is its name, his name- Foul Legacy, a monster from beneath your world. But he’s a monster only in appearance, you’ve learned, navigating the ocean with boundless curiosity and a demeanor sweeter than any Fontainian dessert or cake that you’ve ever eaten. Tell me everything, he begs, scratching his claws through the dirt in a language you only vaguely remember from an old book. Tell me anything and everything- about this world, about here, about there, about you. He likes you, you’re kind and caring and gentle, so unlike the countless stars he’s seen before. You try to protest. You’re not caring, or gentle, or kind- you’re a guard of Fontaine’s prison, someone who was stabbed through your spine and constructed walls around your fragile heart, watching the Fortress to make sure that no one could ever be hurt like that again. You’re not soft or loving, you’re not. But Foul Legacy merely chitters, fluttering those sparkling wings that you swore used to be fins and staring at you so sincerely that you’d think he adored you.
And he does adore you, loves you, even. Ah, if only he spoke your language, the language of mortals that his tongue can’t seem to wrap around, if only he could say three simple words and hug you close, showering you in affection. But he can’t touch you. The last time he tried you had clamped your teeth down on your tongue, a drop of blood falling from your mouth as your skin burned like acid, a sickly heat creeping up before you had jolted away, gasping for air. Legacy whined in concern, trying to nudge your seemingly-unblemished hand, but you’d simply shaken your head and stepped away, slightly feverish. Every person in Fontaine is born with sin. No matter how the Nation of Justice holds trial after trial, this sin cannot be absolved. He didn’t touch you after that, merely curling his body carefully around yours during your visits, hanging on to your every rambling word and always parting with the same question- Tomorrow? Yes. You’d return tomorrow, despite your chilly expression and flat words and tone. You always return tomorrow.
The Fortress has been buzzing with energy- not that it isn’t always- but the arrival of a certain golden Traveler has kept everyone on their toes, the dread and anticipation of something happening seeping into your bones, because it’s always something whenever that Traveler and their tiny, floating companion are around. You almost prefer your monotonous routine from before, but a small smile blooms slowly on your face when you watch Foul Legacy happily splash around in the water, shaking his head and cooing as the droplets rain down around him. He chirps at you curiously, your quiet, fond expression reflected back in his sapphire eye, and you just let out a small laugh and wave your hand as he stares at this new facet of you in awe. With a soft plink, a bead of water falls and lands on your cheek, a hiss of annoyance escaping you as you quickly swipe it away, settling between your nail and finger. It burns, and your throat closes up in horror. Not a minute later, Wriothesley’s voice rings out through the building. “All residents, evacuate immediately.” There’s a crackling pop and a split second of silence, before the alarm blares and your ears ring with pain. Until one day, the water levels in Fontaine will rise, and the sinful people will slowly be drowned.
Your hands slam against the barred door, tearing desperately at the metal that mercilessly rips into your fingers and closes off the room you always guard so carefully from the rest of the Fortress- they forgot you. They forgot you. They forgot you and left you here to drown and rot, and your eyes burn with repressed tears, fear enveloping your senses like a sticky, jagged web. No no no- you swore you’d never be this afraid again, that you’d never surrender so easily again, that you’d never cry ever ever again. A soft, concerned whimper snaps your head around, Foul Legacy standing behind you. His wings droop at your damp eyes, claws twitching and curling from the urge to hold and hug and comfort you as is right and proper, banish the panic away because it scares him to see you, normally so composed and quiet, this terrified; instead he shakes his head and trills, hastily beckoning for you to follow him, boots splashing in the water stretching into a long passage. Out. It leads out. It leads out to the sea and the surface, where you can breathe and cry and admire the sun, and your feet move forward before you can even think. You want to live- yes, finally you want to live. You want to live and be able to smile and laugh again, keeping the warmth that this strange, otherworldly monster brought to your life and never let go.
With a deep breath, you plunge into the water, kicking your feet and pushing yourself in the general direction of the path. Foul Legacy guides you with his chirps, now turned to eerie, song-like notes under the waves. His tail and fins- weren’t those just wings?- propel him faster than you could ever dream, yet still he slows his pace and stays behind with you, and your heart feels like it's joining in on his melody. The water swirls around you like oil, lungs burning as a few stray bubbles trickle out of your mouth and you taste salt on your lips. What little you can see in your murky vision flickers black, and Legacy lets out a sudden, terrified shriek. In the end, the people will all be dissolved into the waters, and only the Hydro Archon will remain, weeping on her throne.
It’s just salt in your mouth now, the taste coating your tongue in a horridly thick layer. Your fingers twitch as they burn, pushing through the water with arms heavy as lead. Foul Legacy whimpers and sobs in despair, grasping his claws around your wrist to try to pull you out, get you to the surface away from this sickened water only for the ocean itself to sink its teeth in and hold fast. What’re you trying to do, again? You’re having trouble remembering where you are, what you are, who you are, scrubbing your eyes again and again and swallowing gulps of salty seawater. This is where you’re supposed to be. This feels safe, comforting- you’re going home after all this time, see, somewhere less confining and fleeting. Finally, you’ll be where you belong, free from the bindings that hold all of Fontaine in their grasp. There’s a vague sense that someone has wrapped their arms around you, faint, anguished wails echoing through the depths, and when you finally open your eyes again you see stars dancing across ripples and tides. You return to the Primordial Sea, and Foul Legacy’s talons close on only foam and bubbles. Only then will the sins of the people of Fontaine be washed away.
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binah-beloved · 5 months
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Binah Pining Headcanons
Lobotomy Corporation Warnings for mentions of exhaustion and passing out
yes i will eventually do Ruina ones too
~ * ~ -You are the one single thing she is uncertain about -Everything else is trivial and dull to someone as apathetic as she. But you, oh you- whenever she sees you her mind short circuits, going blank for a brief moment -It doesn’t sound like much, but it is for Binah, she’s not used to being lost for words from just a simple glance -She doesn’t know whether to confront you or keep quiet, either- her heart starts acting weirdly whenever she approaches you, even if it’s with work-related business -It results in a lot of her staring at you from across the room as you feel a pair of eyes bore into the back of your skull -Binah expresses these odd feelings in small ways- leaving a cup of hot tea for you, carefully organizing the files you need to work on so she can make your job a little easier, or just keeping an eye on you from afar -She’s entirely aware of how intimidating she is, so at first she tries to refrain from actually speaking to you most of the time. Yet you don’t seem to mind, engaging her in conversation on your own volition like she’s one of your coworker friends -The casual talks you have together become a bright spot in the otherwise midnight depths of the Extraction Department -It’s a little surreal for your fellow employees, seeing you chatting with their Sephirah so calmly as she listens intently to your every word -You can talk about anything, even the most boring, silly matters, and the normally cold Binah will still become keenly interested in the subject -Sidenote: she really wants to wrap you in her cloak, as it can get rather cold in the facility (and she also just wants to hug you but don’t tell anyone that)-Once you passed out from exhaustion and woke up with her heavy furred coat draped over your body- she never did explain why…
-Speaking of which, Binah begins picking up on your habits and mannerisms during work. She’s incredibly observant, but this is the first time she’s actually cared about observing anything apart from death and destruction -She worries, silently, when she knows you’re not feeling well and sees you come to work anyways. On the days she can see you struggling to even function, she’ll come over and suggest that you retire for the evening. It comes out sounding more like a command, but the sentiment is there -As I mentioned, there have been times where you’ve fallen asleep at your desk due to overwork or sickness, and somehow, every time, you find yourself back in your bed when you wake up again. No one knows how it happened, because Binah’s very careful to make sure no one sees her carrying you back to your room -She’s internally hesitant about touching you. Her touches never linger, merely a brief hand on your shoulder most of the time, but it’s more than she offers anyone else. She knows her strength, so any touches are kept light, as to not hurt you -Keeps you away from the Well, no questions asked -When before Abnormality breaches only sparked vague interest, now her first thoughts go to you and if you’re alright- for some odd reason, she doesn’t relish your pain as she does for the rest of humanity -So she keeps you nearby as often as she can, close to someone she knows can protect you. She’s not an ex-Arbiter for nothing -If you have the habit of crafting little gifts for your coworkers, she’ll keep any you might give her forever, even if they’re just made of paper or something -Binah likes it when you laugh. It makes her feel something warm, something other than apathy -Practices smiling less sadistically- only for you, though. Luckily, you don’t seem to mind her smile either way -If you happen to hum while you’re working, she’ll find herself idly humming along, soft enough for no one but her to hear. She has a nice singing voice, even if no one knows about it -Her heart doesn’t entirely melt, per se, but it does defrost in your presence, just a little bit -Binah doesn’t know if she’ll ever be able to confess to you. In your current situation, it feels impossible- yet she finds herself hoping for the first time, wishing to say those simple words to you someday in the future. But not today. Or tomorrow. Or the day after that -(She knows how she would confess, though- she’d give you her other earring)
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buglaur · 5 months
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this is kit, please commission some art from them on social bunny 🙏
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bnnywngs · 1 year
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a-yuan: i want that
lan wangji: sure
wei wuxian: no
lan wangji, shocked: ....what
wei wuxian: you already have a lot of toys sweetie, you don't need another one
lan wangji, still shocked: how can you say no to your child?
wei wuxian:
wei wuxian: *look at teary a-yuan* no
lan wangji: *shocked gasp*
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summerlove-r · 2 years
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Has he ever fucked you like this?
Part Two: This is a date. Not a hookup. Part Three:
You get back at your cheating boyfriend by hooking up with Eddie at a party.
Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Word Count: 3469
Warnings: smut, cheating!reader, oral female receiving, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, use of the words whore, slut, and cunt. Slapping/spanking, spitting, unprotected sex, unnamed boyfriend, y/n used twice
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Your boyfriend's arm was heavy against your shoulders. The weight makes you even more irritated than you already were. He had pretty much ignored you the whole night. He flirted with girls the whole time you guys were at this stupid party.
"Hey, babe, get us a drink will ya?" Your boyfriend asked you. Was he fucking serious? Asking you to get a drink for him and this random girl. The fourth one he's talked to tonight. You gave your best smile and said in a peppy voice, "Sure." You walked through the crowds of dancing bodies, being careful not to trip on anything or anyone that was on the floor.
You made it to the kitchen. Your heels clicked with every step you took on the tile floor. You grabbed a random cup, not caring to check if it had been used or not. Not like your boyfriend would care to check for you if he were in your shoes.
You were looking through the various glass bottles, trying to remember which one your boyfriend said he liked best. You were torn between two when someone walked up next to you. You looked down, recognizing the white shoes and black jeans immediately. "You're boyfriends practically fucking a girl on that couch over there." He told you in a low voice, trying to make it look as if you guys weren't talking to anyone who might be looking.
"You don't think I fucking know?" You retorted. You began unscrewing and pouring whatever drinks were on the counter. You didn't care which liquids you were mixing. You just needed to get your mind off of your asshole of a boyfriend. "Can you be so mad though? You know, considering..." "Considering what, Eddie?" You talked harshly, finally turning your head to look at him.
"You're not so innocent. We both know that." Eddie took a swig of the beer in his hand. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. Sadly, pre-eye roll you saw your boyfriend. On the couch, a girl sitting on his lap. A different girl by the way. Not the one you left him with. Her hands played with the buttons of his shirt, laughing and slapping his chest lightly at whatever stupid joke he made.
"You know, I would never guess that that guy's girlfriend was over here and not in his lap." You took a deep breath, trying to control your anger. You knew what Eddie was trying to do. He was trying to get you mad so you'd take him to a room and let him fuck you like an animal. You threw the plastic cup into the sink and headed to the backyard. You walked fast, trying to lose Eddie. You went through the slider door and tried to close it but Eddie's large hand stopped you from doing so.
You groaned and went toward the white chair sitting by the pool. It was nice out here. There was a slight breeze. You took a seat and Eddie gladly sat in the chair next to you, scooting it a bit to get close to you. You looked around, it was just the two of you out here.
You kept your eyes on the very blue water. Your attention was grabbed when you heard the sound of a lighter trying to ignite. You turned your head to see Eddie with a cigarette between his lips.
His soft pink lips.
You watched as he inhaled and blew smoke out. You swear your panties got wet at the sight. You clawed your eyes off of him, putting them back to the water. "You want a smoke, trouble?" "I know what you're trying to do, Eddie, and it's not going to work so you might as well go back inside and look for some lonely whore to fuck instead of wasting your time out here with me."
Eddies lips curved into a smirk, "What am I trying to do." You rolled your eyes. You hate Eddie with all your heart right now. But maybe not with your dripping cunt.
It's not Eddie that got you turned. He was part of it for sure but what really got you going was the idea of fucking someone to get back at your boyfriend without him even knowing. You liked the idea of sneaking around. Liked the risk.
"You're trying to get me to fuck you and I'm not in the mood right now." You crossed your arms over your chest making your tits raise a bit. Eddie eyed your chest as his imagination ran wild. He stared at your boobs for a few seconds before he sat up. "Okay." Eddie's walked over to you and his crotch was right in front of you. He stuck his cigarette into your slightly parted lips and walked away going back into the house.
Your mouth dropped causing the burning cigarette to fall onto the skin of your exposed thighs. "Shit." You gasped and threw the cig into the pool. You couldn't believe he actually left. Eddie never gave up that easily. You rolled your eyes. You were now completely alone. A few minutes went by when you heard the door open again. You turned your head hoping to see Eddie but instead, it was your boyfriend, stumbling towards you. Red lipstick was all over his skin. You wanted to kill him and whoever's lipstick that was.
"Bebe." He slurred. "What do you want?" You slouched. He sat down in the seat next to you. Eddies seat. A boner was obvious in his bright blue jeans. "Help." He said and began to palm himself. "Wheres your whore? Shouldn't she help you with that?" He unbuttoned his pants and you stood up. You ignored his pleas to stay as you walked back inside the crowded house. There seemed to be more people than there was the last time you were in here.
There were practically fumes coming out of your nose and ears as you searched for Eddie. You found him in the kitchen talking to a girl. She wore a pink dress and matching heels. Girly. You rolled your eyes at Eddie's clear type.
You smirked, an idea coming to your head. You walked toward the bathroom, surprisingly there was no line. You slid your underwear off underneath your dress and bunched them up in your hand. You made your way back over to Eddie. The girl was laughing. You pretend as if you didn't even notice Eddie was there. You swiftly slid your lacey underwear into his hand. Eddies eyes widened as he realized what you stuffed into his hand. You walked away and Eddie watched every step you took.
You walked into an empty bedroom not long after you were joined by Eddie. You sat at the edge of the bed, legs crossed. Eddie quickly made his way toward you. He was barely sitting when he smashed his lips against yours.
He wasted no time snaking his hand up your dress. He hummed feeling how wet you were. "All this for me?" He asked. "Guess I'm the lonely whore you'll be fucking tonight, Munson." You joked, clearly hurt but too turned on to care. "What about your boyfriend?" Eddie began to rub your clit. You sighed feeling a wave of pleasure rush through you. "Who cares about him? Probably getting sucked off by some bitch right now." You rolled your hips trying to get more pleasure. Eddie slipped a finger inside you and you whined feeling the coldness of his rings at your entrance. "Do you think he knows?" Eddie asked.
You began humping Eddie's hand, desperate to cum, His palm rubbed against your clit making you bite your lip. "What does it matter, Eddie?" You whined. You came to Eddie to forget about your boyfriend and it seemed as if he was his biggest fan. "It doesn't." Eddie smashed his lips against yours again. His tongue explored your mouth freely as he continued to finger you, slipping another finger in. "Mmm Eddie. 'M gonna cum." You moaned. "Fuck already?" Eddie teased and you nodded feeling closer and closer. "Fuckin' whore." Eddie mumbled and sped up his fingers.
You came like a virgin on Eddie's fingers. You hadn't cum in a while. You had sex with your boyfriend often but you'd rarely finish. Your boyfriend only cared about getting himself off.
Eddie groaned seeing your face as your orgasm hit. He began undoing his belt. "Take this shit off." He said and pulled the strap of your dress off. You quickly unzipped the back. The black material fell forward and your boobs sprung free. Eddie threw his shirt off. He kissed along your neck going down to your chest, ghosting over your nipple. He nipped at it and pushed you down. Your back fell to the bed and Eddie kneeled in front of you. You lifted your hips and hiked your dress around your waist.
Eddie was inches away from your core. He blew his hot breath onto your aching clit. "Eddie..." You whined. He ignored you and lightly bit the inside of your thigh. Your cunt was pink and puffy from your previous orgasm.
"Such a pretty pussy, Baby," Eddie whispered before kitty licking your hood. You cried out still sensitive. "Eddie." You moaned. He repeatedly lapped his tongue over your clit. Your back arched at the sudden speed of movement. "Fuck, Eddie!" You cried. Eddie slapped the underside of your thigh. "Shut up. Can't have your boyfriend hearing us now, can we?
"N-no" You struggled to get out. You threw your arm over your face, hiding in the inside of your elbow. Eddie continued his movements on your clit as he enters his fingers inside of you once more.
Your walls were tight around his fingers. He went in and out curving his fingers inside of you. "Eddie- mm don't stop please." Eddie pulled his tongue away from you replacing it with his thumb. "Does your boyfriend ever go down on you like this?" Eddie asked, already knowing the answer. The first time you had ever been eaten out was by Eddie and you felt like you were floating. You practically were with how much your back was arching. Your boyfriend refuses to put his face anywhere near your cunt because he thought it was gross. But whenever you didn't want to give him head he would throw a fit.
"Eddie, you already know the answer..." You clenched around him feeling your orgasm approach you. "Let me hear it." "I'm gonna cum, Eddie." You gasped as he removed his fingers from your hole. His thumb froze on your clit.
"Why the fuck would you do that, Eddie?" You whined. Eddie swore he saw tears in your eyes. You watched as Eddie pulled his pants down. His hard cock poked through the hole in his boxers making your mouth water.
Eddie crawled over you. "We would be so good together, you know?" Eddie whispered. You frowned at his words. When you and Eddie first started hooking up it was just that. No feelings attached. Just two people trying to get off. However, as time went on and you guys continued to meet up Eddie started developing feelings for you.
A few weeks ago Eddie asked if you guys would ever be more than just fuck buddies. You being very pissed that day told him a very mean no. Eddie was upset and took his anger out on you. He fucked you so hard that day you were sore for a week. After that, Eddie would take no notice of you at all. You began to worry if you actually hurt his feelings. So one day at school you pulled him into an empty classroom hoping to apologize for rejecting him so rudely but you ended up bent over a desk with your panties pooled around your ankles.
"Eddie, we've talked about this before..." You muttered. When you thought of Eddie you thought of him as a fuck. That was it. You never found yourself thinking of Eddie in ways he wished you did.
Eddie pulled his cock out of his boxers, too impatient to pull them all the way down. "He doesn't make you feel as good as I make you do," Eddie said in a low voice. He ran his leaking top through your shiny folds. Rubbing circles over your puffy clit.
"Just be with me, baby. What does he have that I don't?" Eddie places his tip at your entrance. He watched as you clenched around nothing. "He treats you like shit. I'd treat you like a princess. Hell, I already do." Eddie pushed his hips into yours.
You whined as his cock stretched you out. Even though Eddie had fucked you out on his fingers nothing could prepare you for Eddie's fat cock. "Can he fill you up like this, baby?" Eddie asked and started rocking his hips.
Wet sounds filled the room along with the slapping of your guy's skin. "Hmm, baby?" Eddie slapped your face wanting to hear a response. You whimpered at the stinging feeling on your cheek. "No, Eddie."
"Fuck no he doesn't. Only I can make you feel this good and you fucking know it," Eddie rammed into your tight hole. Small grunts and groans came from his mouth with each thrust he made. "You're- You're the only- one that makes me feel like thi-s, Eds." You told him, knowing how much he likes it.
"Fuck yeah, baby," Eddie mumbled into your ear and began nibbling at your lobe. Eddies hips somehow increased in speed making you scream. Eddie put his hand over your mouth, making sure not to cover your nose. He put so much weight on your jaw yet you were still making noise. Eddies ego boosted, smirking, he slanted his hips slightly hitting that spot that made you feel like you were floating.
Eddie loosened his grip on your mouth so he could hear the multiple praises that fell from your lips pleading Eddie to keep hitting that sweet spot inside of you. Tears fell from your eyes, you couldn't feel anything besides Eddie's cock speeding in and out of you.
"Fuck, I'm gonna fucking cum, Eddie, please please." You exclaimed. Your nails left long red marks against Eddies back. "Has he ever fucked you like this?" Eddie asked and moved his hand that was over your mouth to your clit. "No. nonono. Eddie, he doesn't- fuck! He- he doesn't fuck me like this, he can't even make me cum." You admitted and Eddie scoffed. "He doesn't deserve you." Eddies thumb against your clit made you scream as you came. Eddie didn't stop his movements making your whole body shake.
The overstimulation made you cry. It was too much to handle. Not long after you felt another knot in your stomach. This one was different. Coldness ran through your body and was quickly replaced with heat, "Eddie, don't stop I'm gonna cum again. Please, please. Feels so good don't stop." You tightly wrapped your legs around Eddie's waist.
Eddie laughed, "Already, princess? Am I that- fuck. That good?" You rapidly nodded your head as you came around Eddie's cock. "Jesus fuck." You heard Eddie mumble as he looked down at his dick thrusting in and out of you. He watched as liquid squirted out of you. You felt the bed underneath you become soaked.
Eddie's hips began to stutter as you kept releasing fluids. "God, you're a fucking whore, squirting on my cock. Little slut." You moaned loudly when someone began banging on the door. Eddies hand went over your mouth. His movements slowed and came to a full stop, trying to hear who was at the door.
"Y/n, are you in there?" Your boyfriend shouted from the outside of the door. You heard the doorknob rattle and your eyes widened. A tear fell down the side of your face. You weren't sure if it was from Eddie fucking you or from fear of getting caught.
"You better keep quiet or else he'll find out what a filthy whore you are." Eddies whispered as his hips began thrusting into you again. Your fluids continue to flow out making Eddie laugh. "Look at you, so fucking pathetic all fucked out on my cock." Eddie smacked your thigh that was clinging onto him. You yelped as he did it again. "Stop it." You told him and he did it again. You dug your face into the curve of his neck. You bit down on him causing Eddie to moan and spank you again.
"Eddie..." You whispered. "What, beautiful? Got another one for me?" Eddie chuckled. "Mhm," You hummed. More tears fell out of your eyes as you came again. Eddie didn't stop. He went faster. He loved overstimulating you. Loved the way you screamed and tightened around hum. He could tell you were trying your hardest to keep quiet even though you weren't being quiet at all.
"Eddie... No more please." You cried. There were wet spots on the sides of your head from your tears. "Shut the fuck up." Eddie pulled out of you and flipped you around. You lay flat on your stomach.
Eddie began rubbing your ass. He spanked your check and you yelped. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, "You know the safe word, right, pretty?" You nodded against the bed and he spanked you again. "Good girl."
Eddie spread your folds to get a better look at your abused hole. "So pretty, baby." He spits on your entrance making your back arch. Eddie slammed into you making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You smashed your face into the bed.
Eddie grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you up. You turned your head, "Open your mouth." He demanded. You listened and the next thing you knew Eddie was spitting into your mouth. Some of it dripped down your chin and he licked it right up. Eddie messily made out with you and he started to groan, You knew those noises all too well. "Fuck- Baby, 'm gonna cum." Eddie pulled out of you and roughly grabbed your face, pulling you down. Eddie jerked himself off and you held your mouth wide open. Eddies moaned as his sperm hit the back of your throat.
Eddie crawled down next to you. You were both sweaty and sticky. The bed beneath you was soaked from your fluids. Eddie put his arms around you. He pulled you close, and your back rested against his chest. The two of you were tired, trying to catch your guy's breath.
"Y/n, I really truly like you. I like you more than just a fuck." You frowned at his words. Eddies fingers rubbed your arm soothingly. Honestly, you could die happy here but you would never admit it. You sighed, "Eddie... You know I have a boyfriend." You turned around to face him. Your makeup was trashed. You looked like you went through hell but in reality, it was the complete opposite.
"I could treat you so much better than that asshole." You closed your eyes trying to think of the nicest way to turn Eddie down. "I know, Eddie. You already do."
"You deserve so much better than him, please." You opened your eyes and sat up. You pulled the straps of your dress up and over your arms. "I'm sorry, Eddie but it just wouldn't work out between us." You pulled the skirt of your dress down and zipped up the back.
You slipped your heels on as Eddie dressed. You headed toward the door but Eddie ran in front of you stopping you in your tracks. "Why wouldn't it?" You took a deep breath. Eddies hands reached up to your face, he rubbed off your smeared makeup with the pads of his thumbs.
"There's a difference between fucking and an actual relationship and I think we are just too different to be boyfriend and girlfriend." You tried to push past him but he didn't budge, "Let me prove you wrong, Just one date, at least."
"Eddie, I have a boyfriend." You told him earning a loud laugh. "Like that hasn't stopped you from doing other things." A smile snuck its way onto your face. You stood there silently. "Okay, fine." One date. Just one." You said sternly. Holding up one finger. He lightly kissed the tip of your finger.
"Unless it goes good, cause then we'd have to go on another one." Eddie smiled. You giggled, music to Eddie's ears. "Yeah, okay." You unlocked the door and walked out closing it behind you, Eddie would leave a few minutes after you did. And when he walked out he'd look like the happiest man on earth.
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saetoru · 4 months
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it has been a minute folks🧍🏽‍♀️
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nights-flying-fox · 6 months
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Mystic Sickness Part 1
This is based on @turtleblogatlast 's post about mystic sickness idea :D Hope you like it!!!
Word Count: 2178 ☆ Fandom: rottmnt ☆ Warnings: a brief mention of throwing up, nothing else i can think of ^^ ☆ AO3 Link: N/A
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 Raph has had his bad mornings. He had been sick from overworking too. With how he felt today, he could tell it was a mix of both.
 
 Except it turned out there was more than that. It must be, or else why would a clone of himself stare at him like that?
 
 Raph yelped as he fell from the bed. "What the-?!"
 
 His copy didn't seem to care. It lay on his bed, not even looking at Raph. The turtle blinked in confusion. That was definitely his own ninpo copy. Why was it here, and why was it moving like that? Raph tried to focus and control it, just like he always did, but he failed. The copy still lay on the bed.
 
 He stared at him. Raph was too tired for that, not to mention how early it was-
 
 "AH-"
 
 Raph turned around. "Leo?"
 
 There was nobody else in his room though.
 
 "Is this some sort of joke?" Raph grunted. "If so, Raph's going back to bed and leavin' you to deal with today's plans alone. All day."
 
 "RAPH NO-"
 
 He turned around again, looking everywhere searching for his brother. Again, nothing.
 
 "I am really not in the mood for pranks-"
 
 Suddenly Leo appeared in front of him, "RAPH HELP I-" and disappeared.
 
 Raph looked at the empty spot where a second ago his brother stood. First his own copy, now Leo. What was going on?
 
 "RAAAAAPH!!" 
 
 Raph groaned, “WHAT IS IT DONNIE?”
 
 “WHAT THE HECK ARE YOUR COPIES DOING?!”
 
 His copies? Raph glanced at his copy on his bed before leaving his room and heading to the living room. He had many ideas, most of them nonsense considering his tired and hazy mind. But nothing could’ve prepared him for this:
 
 Many copies of himself running around, accidentally breaking some stuff, some sitting in random places... Donnie was standing at the other entrance, looking tired and angry. Pissed off even.
 
 He noticed Raph looking. “Dear brother, may you explain what is going on during such an early hour that you have decided bring out a whole army of yous?”
 
 “It is not me...” Raph mumbled as he walked towards Donnie, not being able to look away from the chaos going on in the room.
 
 “They are your copies though. Can’t you control them?” Donnie pointed out. “Genuinely asking. I am too tired to be salty.”
 
 “I tried but it is not working.” Raph tried again, failing. Then gave his full attention to Donnie, “You are tired too?”
 
 “I suspect I have caught a cold.” He nodded.
 
 “Me too. I’ve been feeling down since I woke up.”
 
 “Groan. It better not be some sort of illness.” Donnie said.
 
 “As long as it is not rat flu, it will be okay.” Raph reassured.
 
 Donnie shuddered. “Rat flu. Let’s forget about the failure and move on to our current problem.”
 
 “Cold or them?” Raph asked.
 
 “...” Donnie stared at nothing before answering. A usual sign of Donnie being sick. “Yes.”
 
 “Okay, okay. Sickness. Leo has the most knowledge about this.” Raph said out loud. “I’ll go and ask him.”
 
 “Mhm.” Donnie had already begun walking towards the kitchen.
 
 Raph started walking towards Leo’s room, ignoring the messy hallway. Since when did they have all that stuff and who was responsible for this mess? Probably his clones... When he reached to the room, “Leo?” he called. He received no reply. Raph didn’t bother asking again. He walked in, not caring about Leo’s upcoming protests. Except there was none because Leo wasn’t in there. “What?..”
 
 Oh. Right, he had seen Leo for a second in his room for a second. He had appeared and disappeared as if teleporting. But Raph didn’t remember seeing his katanas. He glanced around and saw the swords near his bed on the ground. He was right.
 
 What did this mean?.. What was going on this morning?? Raph began getting annoyed with whatever was going on. Not to mention how anxious he started feeling not finding Leo in his room. Where was he?
 
 Maybe he was with Mikey. Maybe they were doing some stupid prank.
 
 Raph a bit faster from before left the room and began walking towards Mikey’s room. Normally Mikey would be up, making breakfast. But if he and Donnie were right, he should be in his room resting. As he stepped into Mikey’s room, he hopped to see him and Leo doing some sort of mischief.
 
 Instead, he found Mikey levitating, golden chains around him, asleep.
 
 “What the shell?!”
 
 Mikey yawned, blinking. “Mmmmmorning Raphie!” He smiled, being the morning person he was. “Is there any possibility you let me sleep a bit more?”
 
 “Mikey, you are flying.”
 
 “What?”
 
 “Look around, Mike.”
 
 Mikey did. In a second his expression shifted from confused to shocked to excited to panicked. “I AM FLYING!”
 
 “THAT’S WHAT I AM SAYING!” Raph yelled. “GET BACK TO THE GROUND NOW.”
 
 “I DON’T KNOW HOW TO!”
 
 “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW?!”
 
 “Boys, what is all this yelling for?..” Raph heard Splinter’s voice come from behind. Then he heard a gasp. “ORANGE WHY ARE YOU LEVIATING?”
 
 “I have no idea.” Mikey answered. He noticed the chains around him, “Oooh I also have no idea what these are but cool.”
 
 Raph took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay. First things first. Pops, have you seen Leo?”
 
 “Uh- no. No, I haven’t.” Splinter turned his attention to Raph, less surprised and more worried.
 
 “Mikey, did you see him?”
 
 “Nope!”
 
 So Leo was lost. Don’t panic Raph. He is probably somewhere around here, he thought. “I’ll text April.”
 
 “Red, is everythin—”
 
 Suddenly, just like how it happened in Raph’s room, Leo appeared in the room. He looked very puzzled, tired, annoyed, and a bit panicked. Before Raph could be sure, Leo disappeared again.
 
 His voice, however, was heard from another room. “COME ON!!”
 
 And then from another room, they heard him again. Raph couldn’t make up the words but he sounded irritated.
 
 “Was that Leo?” Mikey asked.
 
 “Yes.” Raph answered, still very confused.
 
 “Where did he go?”
 
 “I don’t know.”
 
 “Boys, what is going on?” Splinter sounded serious.
 
 Raph sadly didn’t have a proper answer. “That’s what I am trying to figure out.” He sighed. “Can you check Donnie? He is in the kitchen and said that he felt sick too.”
 
 “I will be waiting you two there.” Splinter nodded. “I’ll look around for Blue on the way.”
 “CAN SOMEONE—”
 
 Leo’s voice came from his room.
 
 “—HELP ME—”
 
 This time from somewhere closer.
 
 “I think I can handle him.” Raph said.
 
 Splinter smiled, “I’ll make you chicken soup.”
 
 “Thanks Dad.”
 
 As Splinter left, Raph reached for Mikey. Grabbing his blanket, he pulled him closer to him. Mikey watched him with sleepy eyes. “Raphie, can we sleep more?”
 
 “No, Big Man. We need to help Leo first, and then we need to eat something.” Raph said softly, walking out of the room meanwhile. Mikey huffed but didn’t protest. Raph decided to find Leo following his voice: “Leo? Where are you?”
 
 “RAPH! Bathroom—” Suddenly his voice was cut. Then continued from somewhere else, “Never mind. I-” Another pause. The Leo calmly yelled, “I’ll go insane.”
 
 “What’s happening?” Raph shouted.
 
 “I keep teleported-” “-without wanting-” “-to every second.”
 
 “That sounds bad.”
 
 “You don’t say-” “DONNIE IS THA-” “THAT WAS MY MUG!!”
 
 At least Leo didn't teleport out of the lair.
 
 "I think we should call Draxum." Mikey hummed, somehow unbothered.
 
 "Wha- why?" Splinter's reaction hadn't changed even after everything. 
 
 "He knows about mystic stuff." Mikey said lazily. It reminded Raph of how he was when he had eaten one of the poisoned pizza puffs.
 
 "You think this is because of a mystic problem?" Raph asked.
 
 "I know it is because of a mystic problem." Mikey confirmed. 
 
 "How?"
 
 "Can't you feel it? Hm?"
 
 Raph wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel. Donnie leaned towards them, goggles on his eyes. "He is right. There is something wrong with our mystic energies." 
 
 "I'm calling Draxum." Raph announced. 
 
 "Already on it." Donnie interrupted. He, from out of nowhere, had found his phone and was calling the yokai. 
 
 "Please tell me you're solving this." Leo appeared next to Raph, not looking good.
 
 "We're calling Draxum." Mikey smiled.
 
 "Oh good, because I- hrk-" 
 
 Luckily before he could throw up, he disappeared. 
 
 "We need you here. No, we didn't put the world in danger. We aren't dying either. No, we aren't calling you so you can cook us your new abomination. Abomination as a strange creature made of food, i.e. Sloppy Joseph. No, I'm not talking about your food. Yes. There's a problem with our ninpo. Okay, goodbye." Donnie put the phone on the table. "He'll be here soon." 
 
 "Good… Donnie, what's that?" Raph pointed at the tech that wasn't on the table a second ago. 
 
 "Ah. A piece for my new project. Why?"
 
 "When did you bring it here?"
 
 "...I didn't."
 
 "What do you mean I didn't?" 
 
 Donnie raised a brow. "I didn't bring it here. I was thinking about it and it appeared." 
 
 "Appeared?"
 
 Donnie shrugged.
 
 "Since when do things appear when you think of them, Dee?" Raph questioned.
 
 "That's a talent of mine, dear Raphael. My ninpo is very unique in comparison to yours–" Donnie began explaining.
 
 "Since when do they appear without you controlling them?" Raph corrected his own question.
 
 "Ah. Yes, that would be… since last night." 
 
 "And you didn't think of telling us?" Raph was losing his patience, to be honest.
 
 "I didn't think it would be a problem." Donnie admitted.
 
 Raph wanted to break the table. "You thought it wouldn't be a problem." He repeated. "And what if you accidentally create something deadly?" 
 
 "Come on Raph, he creates something deadly all the time." Mikey chimed in. "Like pipe bombs." 
 
 "Mikey, don't!" But Raph was too late. A pipe bomb was formed next to Donnie's mug. 
 
 "None of us is dumb enough to use a pipe bomb, we will be fine." Donnie stated. Then took a sip from his tea. 
 
 Raph wasn't sure about that. He trusted his brothers, but he also knew how much of a trouble they could be. 
 
 Leo appeared among them again. "Dee, I'd suggest you not enter your lab." He said tiredly. 
 
 "Nardo, what did you do to my lab?" Donnie looked at him with a mixture of horror and anger.
 
"Adiós." He made a peace sign and disappeared again.
 
 Donnie immediately opened his phone to check the cameras inside his laboratory. Raph could see the fury in his eyes. Maybe Leo was lucky to be teleported every second, now that he got on Donnie's hit list. 
 
 Splinter put bowls of chicken soup in front of them, "You boys look terrible."
 
 "Thanks." Raph sighed.
 
 "You'll feel much better after my delicious soup." He said. "Now, only if Blue could join us…"
 
 The soup was warm and smelled delicious. Raph couldn't wait to taste it. He would already, if he hadn't noticed his copy coming in. Ninpo Raph walked towards them, stood by them, then took the pipe bomb and ran.
 
 "What the-?! HEY STOP!" Raph got up and ran after him, leaving Mikey to float again.
 
 He chased his clone back to the living room, but it was hard to catch yourself. Especially in a room full of yourself. He stopped, trying to find which one was the right clone. When he did, he was leaving towards the bathroom. Raph didn't waste time following him. Before he reached him though, someone made his copy trip and fell. 
 
 "This yours, Boss Man?" Leo asked.
 
 "Yep." And with a punch, poof the copy disappeared. "Thanks."
 
 "Save me some soup." Leo said before getting teleported again. 
  
 "I will." Raph sighed, taking the pipe bomb from the ground. He could hide it in his room for now. Then go back and drink some soup so he can focus on the situation better when Draxum arrives. Perfect plan.
 
 He quickly walked to his room, found a nice place to hide it, and proceeded to grab his mask and stuff. Then he remembered the transceivers Donnie had put on their gear. They could use this to communicate with Leo! If only Leo can stand in a place for a moment. Raph still thought it was worth a try, so he went to Leo’s room to get his stuff as well before returning to the kitchen.
 
 Donnie had dozed off on the table with a few weapons and tech things that Raph didn’t know their names around him. Mikey was still floating, also sleeping. He seemed to be fine though. Splinter was enjoying his own bowl of soup. Raph sat down and finally tasted the soup. It was delicious, as always, even though it wasn’t warm anymore.
 
 “Did you boys mess up with somebody evil again?” Splinter asked Raph.
 
 “No, we were training and patroling the past few days.” He answered. “That’s what I don’t understand too.”
 
 “Hmm...”
 
 “Don’t worry, Pops. I am sure it is something Draxum can explain. Then we can fix it all at once and then rest.”
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dribs-and-drabbles · 2 months
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You can't tell me that this
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Nor that this
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And similarly this
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doesn't have the same energy as this
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In that, whatever we think we're being shown in a trailer doesn't necessarily mean what we think it means.
Because surely you remember that this from the BBS ep 12 trailer
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became this in the show
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I don't for one second believe what we're being shown in the Last Twilight ep 12 trailer...apart from the colours, of course...because as we've seen umpteen times before, the colours don't lie.
And both Night and their mom are wearing Mhok's blue here, alongside Day who has a mixture of Mhok's blue, his own green...and Night's brown.
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I haven't had time to properly write about the design of this show (oh there have been so many things I've wanted to mention) but I do think Night is colour-coded brown, as shown brilliantly in ep 10's dinner scene, with Day wearing Mhok's blue in front (because he had plans to go and see him) and Night's brown behind...because as has been shown time and again, Night has always had Day's back.
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And with Night in a very vibrant blue at the end of ep 11, I firmly trust that he will have both Day and Mhok's back in ep 12, and that whatever the trailer for ep 12 is trying to make us think will happen will turn out to be another one of Aof's cleverly crafted ruses designed to make us lose our minds for a week.
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Must I remind you?
NEVER TRUST A THAI TRAILER
AND CERTAINLY NOT AN AOF NOPPHARNACH EPISODE TRAILER.
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tabbyrocks · 7 months
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"how come you ship monodeku but you hate bakudeku? they are the same thing" NO THEY ARE NOOOOOTTTTTTTTTT SCREAMS AND RIPS MY HAIR OUT.
I've had to deal with the Monoma being viewed as some off brand Bakugo issue for so long now, it's time I complain about it.
the only reason people compare the two is because Monoma is blonde and mean. but they are so different from each other and its insane that people don't acknowledge that.
Monoma actually cares about and gets along well with his classmates. he is soley rude to 1-a BECAUSE of Bakugo. even though Bakugo is better in the more recent arcs about teamwork and such, he didn't get along with his class (because he didn't want to.) another thing is how Monoma is / was a victim of quirk discrimination while Bakugo WAS A QUIRK DISCRIMINATOR. Bakugo had no reason for the things he did / the way he acted, he was canonly spoiled as a child. meanwhile Monoma actually has issues linked to his behavior (ex: getting bullied).
and monodeku being "the same thing" as bakudeku is a stupid claim. Bakugo bullied and abused Izuku for a decade. Monoma just shits on 1-A.
Monoma is basically what the fandom THINKS Bakugo is. someone who got hurt as a child and now takes it out on others to feel better about themselves. because Monoma does not think he is better than 1-A. he doesn't think he is strong. he was told that he will always be stuck on the sidelines and even though he says different that feeling is still there.
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mosaickiwi · 5 months
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Soft - Light
Your attempt to cook on a date night goes from bad to worse when the lights go out. Redacted always has you covered, though. 900ish words, GN reader as per usual c:
14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI
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"I definitely did something wrong," you muttered and wrinkled your nose at your creation.
"Hmm, maybe they just look like that?" Ren unhelpfully commented from behind you, hovering just as close as always. You didn't have to see his face to know he was grinning. 
"You know what they look like." Smoke began rising from the pan, accompanied by a rather burnt smell as you desperately tried to wriggle the spatula under the lumpy, oversized pancake. All you managed to do was tear its dark brown edges to a mess and reveal the insides—somehow still raw with bits of unmixed batter. You sighed and switched off the burner, turning around to dump the hot pan in the sink and blast it under the faucet. Rather half-heartedly, you scrubbed at the surface. “Breakfast for dinner shouldn't be this hard.”
They watched you with amusement as the water immediately sizzled and steamed from the pan. Curiously, he picked up the box of pancake mix at the stove, turning it in his hands. "You know I'd love t'help, Angel, but…" he trailed off and you could easily fill in the blank.
"You'd do a lot worse, yeah." You quickly gave up on saving the cookware and moved to your boyfriend's side, peering at the box in his hand. Your eyes narrowed on a few words in the first step of instructions. Prepare a nonstick skillet or griddle. One glance back at the shiny metal mistake soaking in the sink told you right away: it was doomed from the start. "You know what? I don’t care. Let’s just order—"
A sudden crack of thunder drowned out your voice and you jumped. The evening sky was perfectly clear when Ren arrived, but the weather in Corland Bay loved to change on a dime. You could hear rain pelt harshly against the windows in the living room as another thunderous roar boomed, much louder than the first. Only a second passed before the lights flickered and died to shroud the apartment in darkness.
“Are you kidding me!?” came Violet’s muffled scream of frustration through the walls. She must’ve been in the middle of a very important gaming session.
You clung to the dark-haired hacker's arm as your eyes took their time adjusting in the dark. He didn't seem all that phased though, casually wrapping an arm around you while he pulled out his phone. The kitchen was tinted in a faint glow from the screen. You expected him to turn on the flashlight like any normal human would, but he began scrolling through a delivery app.
"Ren," you started, utterly confused by his actions. "Who do you think is going to deliver in a storm when their power is out?"
"The whole bay isn't out. Look," he said and carefully guided you into the living room with a nod towards the windows.
He took a seat while you drew back the curtain to peek. Sure enough, most of Corland was lit up like usual. In fact, it only seemed like your apartment building and a few adjacent ones were completely dark. Another point in the long list against your landlord for being cheap.
The lights from outside weren't much, but you could see a lot better once the curtain was open completely. You walked back over to the couch and Ren immediately held his arms open for you, still searching his phone. 
His hair tickled against your cheek as he pulled you into his lap and rested his chin on your shoulder. "Y'liked the place we ordered from last weekend, right? Wanna try 'em again?” 
"Yeah," you answered and settled against them. He turned his cheek to place a quick kiss on your neck before reading the options aloud. His voice was a soft whisper, blended with the now gentle patter of rain against glass. Their hand rubbed careful circles on your back to soothe you. It was more than enough to put you at ease in his embrace, the disaster in the sink long forgotten.
Quiet minutes passed as he spoke and you responded silently in turn. The barely there nods or shakes of your head you made were all you could muster as exhaustion caught up. He finished up the order and soon you were pressing yourself further against the warmth of their body.
He made no comment when you maneuvered in his lap, merely tilting his chin up to welcome the kiss you needed. The phone slipped from his hand not a moment later. You felt the shape of his smile against your lips and giggled softly at his reaction. It was sweet to know how much he always wanted you. Cool fingers came to rest at your thigh as you kissed him once more, then pulled back.
"Tired?" he asked and looked up at you with a smile, leaning into your hand that traced along the shell of his ear. The faint light filtering through the window caught on his piercings when you pushed his bangs back.
"Mhmm," you said with a lazy nod. "Still gonna kiss you 'til the food's here, though."
"Lucky me." He tugged you forward, gentle as could be, and softly kissed the corner of your mouth as he mumbled, "Yippee."
The surprised laugh you let out was only muffled by the fevered press of their lips.
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I am. Finally home. Passed out as soon as I got in
Ashley destroyed my suitcase while I was asleep btw
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Would it be possible for me to get a cup of ready made mint tea, strained or iced, with an almond float? Your tea sets are quite beautiful. I’m sure any of them would do nicely.
- John-non formats this as if it’s an actual order
Requests for this event are CLOSED!!
Mint tea is one of my favorite blends- delightful and refreshing, it's sure to pair well with a delicate almond float!
Let's see what this wish entails...
~ * ~ Transformative AU Scenario featuring Xiao
Hurt/Comfort
Transformative AU- An AU where the Abyss overwhelms you and turns you into something much like Childe’s Foul Legacy
Warnings for pain, allusions to dizziness, crying, panic, blood, injuries, fear
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It hurts. You wake to darkness and pain, unable to move or speak. At first all you hear is silence, then odd, muffled voices that send twinges through your already-aching head. You’re being dragged, hoisted over a smaller person’s shoulder; their voice is drowned out by the ringing in your ears, but you can tell that whoever-it-might-be is tense, snappish. Vaguely you wish that you could ease their burden, stand on your own, but your bones and muscles refuse to cooperate, the slightest twitch sending sparks of pain through your body. The mumbled speech finally turns into true words as your head begins to clear, but you almost wish to retreat into haze again when the person carrying you begins an irritated lecture on how you shouldn’t have come here in the first place. Dazedly you frown. Where were you again? The last thing you remember was slipping on something, then an endless fall down, down, down into the darkness. You inhale sharply, struggling to even breathe, and a familiar whine echoes behind you, instinctive and terrified. Childe. Your heart breaks at the fear in his voice, fingers curling in an attempt to reach out and reassure him, and with a gasp he moves to close the distance, claws delicately holding your hand like it’s made of glass. Strange. You could’ve sworn his talons were larger. But even so the gentle touch soothes you to the point you feel yourself floating, slipping away to dream silent, colorless dreams, and just before you drift off Childe squeezes your hand, his way of saying “I’m here” and “I’ll keep you safe” before all fades to black. You can see the next time you wake up, the sunlight near blinding but wonderfully warm. Childe’s arms are wrapped around you, holding you close and desperately tight as a man with green hair and a spear speaks curtly in words you can’t quite make out. The stranger throws you one last look, worry swirling in his eyes despite his harsh words, and disappears into thin air with a sigh. Silence hangs in the air, and you open your mouth to chase it away, to ask Childe what happened. Your voice catches in your throat, and all that comes out is a pained squeak. Suddenly you’re more awake than you’ve ever been, lurching forward out of Childe’s grasp and staring down at your hands, new metallic claws shaking in confusion and terror. They’re stained with blood- your blood, and with dawning horror the awful pain of your body begins to make sense as you scratch at your face, fingers catching on the grooves and dips in the hard material. Shimmering, starry blood splatters over your palms and you wail, curling into yourself and letting out choked sobs as you try to disappear because everything in this body is horribly, terribly wrong. Claws snatch your wrists and pull them away from your face, Childe’s sweet coos and trills breaking through your cries. He looks at you, tears shining in his beautiful single eye only to be quickly blinked away as he tugs and holds you, thumb stroking your cheek like you would do for him whenever the nights were dark and stormy. It grounds you, brings you back to reality, and you latch on and squeeze tightly in the hopes that it’ll mend your frayed nerves and sense of self. Childe tilts his head closer, carefully licking your tears away and letting out low murmuring noises to hush your own terrified whimpers. He begins to lean against you, the weight of him and his love for you warm and comforting, and you find yourself burying your head into his lilac fluff, just like you would when you were human. His talons ruffle your own fur, gliding over your hair and idly playing with the ends, combing out tangled strands of fluff and whisking them away. Slowly, bit by bit, Childe chips off the dried blood that covers your new body, brushing you off to start anew. Occasionally he nudges one of your many wounds on accident and you let out a distressed squeak, grip tightening as the gashes sting and burn and Childe mumbles apology after apology, gently caressing your tearstained cheek. It hurts. I know, starlight. I know. You’re halfway to sleep when he finishes his task, mind exhausted and weary, and you lean heavily on Childe for support. He coos to you, setting you down on the soft ground before settling partially on top, curling the rest of himself around you like a warm, fluffy blanket, and you feel slumber beginning to creep its way towards you once again. For a moment you struggle, reaching out for Childe, until his hand grasps yours and intertwines your talons with his, a rumbling purr emitting from somewhere deep in his chest. For a moment, you wonder if you’ll ever be able to make a sound as sweet as that. You’re so tired. Everything aches, but less so, the comforting weight of Childe against you drowning out the panic that threatens to overtake you with every minute in this new form, and you feel him squeeze your hand once again. Rest. Rest deeply and quietly. He’ll keep away anyone who dares intrude, anyone who wants to harm either of you, and in the morning you’ll figure out what to do. But for now, sleep, regain your energy, and he’ll help you learn how to live again, just like you did for him all those months ago.
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ladyofthenoodle · 10 months
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we are the foxes
chapter 3: marinette dupain-cheng
Alya had barely made it back to her place when her phone started dinging.
Marinette:
Alya.  What is the meaning of this? Adrien Agreste (@adrienagrestebrand) posted on Instagram… instagram.com
Alya:
crap i was hoping to talk to you before you saw it
Marinette:
you know i have alerts on for him!!!
Alya:
which is why i texted you before we posted it it is not my fault you wanted to see what adrien posted before reading my messages
Incoming Call from Marinette Dupain-Cheng…
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berylgrace · 4 months
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Never In Our Favour - A Hunger Games AU
Summary: Percy Jackson from District 4, and Annabeth Chase from District 3, are Victors and Mentors. Their least favourite time of the year has arrived once again.
The day of the reaping is one of silence. It’s an early start, which Percy loathes as much as Annabeth typically relishes. This early start, though, he knows she hates as much he does. That much is obvious in her tensed shoulders, clenched jaw, pointed silence. He doesn’t break the tension with a quip like he might on a regular day, throwing himself on the blade of a joke just for the chance to see her lips quirk upwards in a smile. This silence is neither calming nor terrifying, but something of a ritual. Make no assumptions, and nothing will be made worse than it already is. Expectation is one of the biggest killers.
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carnivalcarrion · 7 months
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i f. i fucking forgot a pencil so i cant scribble out this Thought i had while on a lil road trip today - basically i was thinkin about Wally, as ya do, and i asked myself why does Wally eat with his eyes? its such a Fascinating yet somewhat Out Of Place choice for him. how did Clown come up with that? its so unique. it stands tf out.
and then i remembered Frank & Poppy's convo for their 'bug' audio, and how he says "you eat with your eyes first" and like... thats a real phrase. ive heard it in my life. & it set off lil alarm bells in my head the first time i listened to the clip, i just hadnt connected the dots yet. so its feasible that thats why Wally eats the way that he does - and an in-universe explanation could be that Wally heard the phrase before he could learn how to eat 'properly', and took it literally
essentially:
Frank: you eat with your eyes!
Wally: *rdj meme format* you eat with your eyes
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llondonfog · 4 months
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lilia vanrouge, the most tortured character in twisted wonderland
malleus draconia, the most tragic character in twisted wonderland
and silver, the character in twisted wonderland that no one deserves
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