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Samarie reeheehee

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forgot to post it here hi hello umumum marina doodle

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I got bored, have an enki

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[Sleep | Nosramus/GN!Reader]

Rest hardly comes to a person when their thoughts are filled with yearning. Seeking one’s touch, seeking one’s company, it makes the act of falling asleep that much harder. So in a time of need, the only person who you could consult regarding this matter in the dungeon you found yourself in, was the very person you had been yearning for. The only space which you could truly call “safe.” Though your footing may have been quiet, your presence still caught the trained eye of the silver-haired alchemist, and as you stood by his room’s doorframe, he turned his head to face you. Upon seeing you, a smile made its way onto his visage. “Oh, what a pleasant surprise.” Voice as smooth as you remembered it, the cozy energy he emitted strong as ever. It didn’t come to you as much of a surprise, though. After all, it had only been a couple of hours since you two last interacted, it’d be more shocking had you forgotten about it, than it is to remember. “Did you leave something behind?” With a shake of your head, you negated his statement. You had to come up with a reason as to why you came here, something besides “I wanted to see you,” though it hurt your brain to think about for too long. “...I don’t feel entirely comfortable sleeping alone. Not while I’m down here, anyway.” A rational sentiment, judging by the horrors you faced every corner you turned. You hoped he’d accept your reasoning as a valid excuse to be here. Hoped that he wouldn’t push the subject further. And to your delight, he did just that. “Very well. You may use my bed, if you so wish.” “Could you please join me?” You spoke before you fully thought it through, but even with the silence that followed, you didn’t regret your words. And eventually, after sensing the sincerity of your request, he let out a soft chuckle. He was taken aback, sure, but he wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea. Especially not now that he had lost the companion that once guarded him. His chuckle warmed your heart every time you had the pleasure of hearing it, and it almost made your stay in the dungeons worth it. You wished for nothing more than to coax that sweet sound out of him every chance you were given. With a wave of his hand, he invited you to enter his room, and you did so without any semblance of hesitation. You’d do anything if he were the one to request it. Now, however, was not the time to think about that. You had earned a small victory, and in the moment that was all that mattered. Nosramus brought a hand to your lower back, and though the touch was feather-light, it still aroused thoughts in you which you could live without. You entered the bed first, and though that meant that in the case of an emergency you’d have difficulty escaping, you trusted the safety of the room enough to calm your anxiety. That, and your reluctance to doubt Nosramus’ guidance in fear of him retracting his offer, dissuaded you from requesting a change in the assigned sleeping positions. You were quick to scoot over to him, seeking his embrace. Your desire for it was what brought you here in the first place. And though he may not have been the warmest person you had ever come in contact with, the chill of his skin remained comforting. As was his scent. And the weight of his arm as it wrapped around you in an almost protective manner. Finally, you had found a place you considered safe enough, a presence you considered comforting enough. One that even in the worst of places could bring a smile to your face And with the sound of crackling fire, and the steady breathing of your friend You were lulled into a deep sleep. – 658 words “There’s no bed in the level 5 mines lab” let me dream!!! also this is not beta-read i'm gonna go hibernate again

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I was feeling silly, have charon with a crow :3

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[Outis x Reader] Hot older lady you've been crushing on is actually into you! Oh the horror!

[Fandom: Limbus Company] [Warnings: Non-consensual kissing, alcohol, drunk kissing.] [Gender-neutral reader, They/Them used.] [Oneshot] Note: This is cringe and I wasn't thinking as I wrote it I hope you enjoy maybe despite how non-descriptive it may be. Also I haven't finished playing Limbus Company so possibly non-canon-compliant. --------- Mephistopheles had made a stop at a bar after a long battle, giving everyone a chance at a well-deserved break, some time to empty their heads and drink their worries away. Many of them drank more than Y/N expected them to, leaving them, Dante and Vergilius as the only sober ones. Well, mostly sober, Y/N had drank a few shots of their own, but they could take their alcohol, so it didn’t affect them as much as it had their peers.

So when Y/N was asked by Outis to join her in the bathroom, they expected to act as moral (or physical) support in case the woman needed to vomit. What they didn’t expect, however, was to be pinned against a wall with their hands being held together above their head by the veteran.

They inhaled sharply. The ceramic wall was cold against their back, even if it wasn’t exposed. They could feel its chill through their clothing. They were taken aback. They knew that Outis could overpower them, but they never expected it to actually happen.

As their thoughts consumed every part of their brain, however, they didn’t notice Outis inching her face closer and closer to their own, until it was too late.

The two sinners lips touched, the veteran attempting to initiate a kiss, and the overpowered one questioning their… well, everything in the current moment. Momentarily after, Outis pulled away from the one-sided kiss. She seemed… upset, giving the person under her touch a questioning, yet frustrated look. She didn’t have to put it in words for them to understand her feelings.

“Outis, we’re both intoxicated currently, I don’t think it’s a good idea to-” The woman’s free hand reached up to their cheek, her lips pressing against theirs once more. Reluctantly, they returned the kiss this time. Her breath reeked of alcohol, and she pulled them closer to her, deepening the kiss. They’d be a liar if they claimed not to enjoy it, but this was most definitely not the right time for this type of interaction.

Their hands struggled against her grip, and in response, she held them tighter, pressing them harder against the wall.

“We should stop.” They spoke up once more, and Outis’ eyes fluttered open, gazing into their own. “Do you not enjoy this?”

They froze for a moment, contemplating their next words. They had feelings for Outis, it wasn’t something that they tried hard to conceal, they were certain that every sinner in the omnibus suspected them. However, they couldn’t let this encounter go any further (or longer) than it already had. The woman had already drank more alcohol than she could handle, she wasn’t thinking rationally. She would regret this.

“It’s not… It’s not that.”

This time, Outis seemed to pay attention to their words, processing them. She chose not to interrupt.

“It’s just not the time for this. I don’t want this to happen, well, right now.” They confessed. She seemed to mull over their words, and pulled away with a nod, releasing their hands. They let out a breath of relief as they rubbed their wrists.

Despite Outis’ best attempts, her expression betrayed a tinge of sorrow. Probably due to the rejection of her advances. “You know, we could do this some other time. When we’re not drunk out of our minds.” They suggested, to which she nodded once more. The sight of Outis beneath the bathroom’s dim lighting, with wet lips and half-lidded eyes was breathtaking to the sinner. The sound of her breath, slightly heavier than before due to their shared kiss, was like music to their ears.

They hoped to experience this again in the future. It would be more enjoyable if both parties were fully aware of what was going on, after all. They’d have to prepare themselves for tomorrow though, deeming it wise to inform Outis of the encounter when she was sober. ---------

End Note: brainrot has gotten to me and writing quality has been lowered significantly im so sorry Also like, cross-posted from Ao3. Word count: 654.

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nosramus x reader i dont have any cool title ideas please bear w me

Slender fingers entwined with yours, a gentle hold, a quiet show of affection. “When will you be back?” The man before you asked. His voice was silent, silent enough for his words to be mistaken for the wind, had you not been paying attention. “You know I cannot answer that.” Your response seemed to have hurt him just as much as it hurt you, his displeasure obvious by the look on his face. His hands were pale and freezing… and trembling. Trembling against your own. “I can’t know if I’ll ever be back.” You continued. God, how you wished your words were untrue. How you wished you could remain by his side, listening to his rambles and watching as he worked. You could tell he enjoyed the company, judging by how he acted in your absence. You couldn’t help but wonder if he notices the change in his mood when you’re gone, it would be safe to assume you were his only friend. Were you even friends anymore? Or something more? Were the acts you had committed born of mutual attraction, or pure need? You could not tell. “I suppose it is quite the gamble in these dungeons, is it not?” You laughed, he joined you. The man’s laugh was airy and pained, though his movements remained graceful still. He was a sight for sore eyes, a kind soul trapped inside the dungeons out of his own will. But you had other plans, plans that required you to leave this place, and had it not been for him, you would have already gone through with them. But he made you want to stay, a diamond hidden behind rubble, treasure buried feet deep inside the earth. His work could only be done here, and yours could only be done out there, and you hated it. You wanted to take him outside, to take him with you, to never let go. He was the comfort you needed in this God-Forsaken place, he did everything in his power to ensure your safety and stability, and you’re taking away those exact things from him due to your own selfish goals and aspirations. You took away his everything and now you’re leaving, and you know that you won’t be able to look inside the mirror and see yourself anymore, only the person that this hellhole has shaped. But for now, he is still before you. For the limited amount of time you have together, he is here, as are you. You find yourself taking a step closer, burying your head in his chest, staining his beige robes with your tears, and in turn he embraces you, wrapping his arms around you and placing his chin atop your head. He feels your pain, he understands you, and he too wishes he could stay by your side. At times, he has considered it… he’s an immortal being, and you are not. Maybe he could leave the dungeons, join you for the duration of your life, and return once you are fully gone, but he knows his limits. He wouldn’t be able to handle that, the hurt and the pain it would cause him or the insecurity it would cause you. He knows that your departure is for the best. And when you’re finally ready, when you finish sobbing into his chest, when you finish shaking like an abandoned puppy… …He lets go of you. As do you. And with a nod, you leave. And none of you know if you will ever return.