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My God, What Have I Done? AOT 2 Edition
Very late to the aot 2 final battle bandwagon, but I finally got it! And I GOT THINGS TO SAY 😭😭😭
Now, like every other Levi simp out there, I spent hard earned money on this game simply so I could ship an OC with dear Heichou and make him angrily save me all the time.
It’s fucking great, honestly. Here’s my problem.
When I created my OC and had her interact with the 104th, tell me why the bitch ended up with someone else on her mind….
FUCKING BERTOTO
WHY IS HE ADORABLE
WHY IS HE TALKING ABOUT THE NONEXISTENT VILLAGE SO MUCH
WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BREAK MY OCS HEART LIKE THAT.
#I mean my oc is the same age as the rest of the 104th grads#so Levi kind of became a big bro figure to her#I already have a whole ass fanfiction in my head#I’ll write it at some point#I’m at the female Titan part of the story and I just wanna not continue that part#just go on missions with birth control forever#it’s hard loving this fandom#AOT#AOT 2 final battle#AOT 2: final battle#attack on titan#bertholdt hoover#his names so god damn hard to spell#bertoto#shingeki no kyojin
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About your language brainrot. I see your "Reader's writing can't match tyvat's long and flowery writing" and bring you "Tyvat isn't used to books over 50 pages long so a short story to the Reader is a whole dictionary to tyvat readers".
Seriously, have you seen how thin the books are? They don't wrote novels, they write short chapters formatted in the way really old stories are. As in, summarizing all the events down into one smooth story then adding a few quotes. Fanfiction writers are insane. They will willingly sit down and write hundreds of words at a time. To them, a proper modern day story of maybe, oh 10k words or so, would probably be like the Oddessy itself.
If we were to combine the two headcanons. It would end up as many historians being intimidated by this insanely long written scripture in the language of the forgotten.
I'm going to take this a step further and say that if the creator asked some people to proofread their things, it would establish a hiarchy of who is able to actually finish the book the creator read and who isn't.
NOW THIS, THIS IS MY FUCKING JAMMMM
I'm so sorry this is so old!! u probably all know this by this point that I've really slowed down as the year has gone on, but I graduated university and then got my first job so its been pretty crazy!
Sun: Reader (you/they/them)
Orbit: Headcanons-ish
Stars: dash of all the book/nerds of Genshin, heavy on Sumeru?
Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Cussing, 16+ Mature Audiences, Spoliers for Sumeru Archon Quests/Scaramouche, & Trigger Warnings: mention of shipping/characters shipping themselves with you.
Comment if any missed, please.
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FULL STOP.
THE AKADEMIYA, FONTAINE RESEARCH INSTITUTE, HAVE BEEN WAITTTINNGGGG ON YOUR ASS LMAO
You fall from the fucking sky like a 5 star, or pop out of the Irminsul or whatever
and immediately are mobbed by scholars. LMAO jkjk (not really, bc that's what it’d feel like)
can you even imagine the dread older stories(”the classics” to them), that was instilled in the poor students around Teyvat??
id like to think ur works are the most preserved over the thousands of years of Teyvat archeologists excavating them, in comparison to other authors (teyvat just likes you more, suck it William Shakespeare)
also, bc I cant resist language differences/world building I'm sorryyyy 😭 😭
the vocab of Genshin lang vs. ours, has significantly less vocabulary like their actual dictionary is 1/3 the size of ours type of energy
(Omfg all ur fanfics being considered like insanely long realistic romantic classics or tragedies like Jane Austen-level, and only the richest and biggest play companies put on plays about ur stories bc the script goes on for hours)
(ur plays only get put on for rlly big events bc of this, like Lantern Rite or like a Summer/Winter festival/your birthday, which is, yes, an international holiday)
dude the sheer power move of anything you’ve written being essentially “Journey of the West” to them, like Damnnn.
endless like adaptations, plays, Teyvat-short stories condensing it, (THEIR OWN FANFICTION ABOUT UR STORIES)
the power is, in fact, going to your head every time another scholar both deflates at how long ur stuff is, but also lights up bc they get to read it
speaking of scholars… you know who snatched you up first. you know. you don’t even need to read the next line.
Alhaitham.
sneaky bastard he is, absolutely manipulated, mansplained (and manwhored bc he knows he’s handsome, cheeky little shit) his way into getting you to sit down with him and interview you about both translating other classics, your own, giving your own analysis of others works and ur own, and picking ur brain apart of how/why you wrote urs, etc. its fucking endless,
Kaveh had to come rescue you bc u were starving to death after getting stuck with the Haravatat scholar in his office for nearly 7 hours of interrogation discussion about literature
and Alhaitham wasn't even nearly done, he’d informed you as you left that he already had another appointment for later conversation scheduled (how?? you don't even know ur own schedule??? you have a schedule???) and was looking forward to more of your “creative and enlightening input” :)))
(you’re never going to escape him, not even Nahida herself can save you from his stubborn ass)
On another note, Xingqiu is quaking when you agree to autograph his copy of your stories (of which he has all hard covers of the first edition translations)
Zhongli/Rex Lapis is known for having a near-lifelong passion for searching for your works specifically, and learning how to translate them better into Teyvatian vernacular
like the same way he can absolutely speak on Rex Lapis facts/rocks/adepti info, is the same confidence he speaks about knowing ur work lol
(yes he did also ask for several autographs and another sit-down talk about the works, tho a lot more sneaky then Alhaitham bc he just casually gets u guys into it during dinner)
Barbatos/Venti has written some of the most famous songs based on your stuff, he has his favorites too,
but he always claims the best songs are any that have been written in the story, like either when a character sings something, or there are like quotes from songs ur fanfics are based on lol
(he also demanded to hear what they actually sound like from you, yes, you have to sing them for him lol)
Venti also can surprisingly drunkenly ramble the entirety of at least one of ur stories, like, word for word lmao
(Diluc gave in and did give him a drink on the house for that one, just once, Venti doesn’t remember it lol)
(I forgot to mention, u guys still speak the same language, just like, different versions of it)
ur works being one of the few things all the Archons can freely talk about with each other, like it’s neutral ground bc they’re all fangirling about it lmao
Furina and Neuvillette have had like,, fierce debates over the decades about character dynamics and the general drama of ur stories, they’ve gotten into it enough they’ve stopped talking to each other for a couple days a few times lol
Albedo, Sucrose, Kokomi, Yae Miko, Ei, Raiden, have read every single work they’re gotten their hands on in Teyvat (it took them like a literal year or longer)
Albedo drew you fanart for every single story, bc he’s hyperfixated on everything related to you ngl,
Kokomi had commissioned smaller pocket versions of ur works (which later got popular thanks to Yae Miko) both the OG and the Teyvat shortened versions
THE HARBINGERS ARE THE MOST DOWN BAD LMAO
Childe has literally tried to recreate battle scenes from ur works lmao
and gets especially riled up about fighting someone who resembles any characters from them (esp villains, what a cutie)
You cannot fathom the amount of research throughout Teyvat that has been secretly or indirectly funded by Pantalone/Tsaritsa
from the experts to analyze them, to funding play companies to act them out, to actually excavating places to get more of ur stuff unearthed
(the Harbingers absolutely are the first group of people that got to read several of ur stories first bc of this, like the world’s most exclusive secret book club lol)
Scaramouche used to clown on Childe all the time about how he was too impatient to even “sit down and read the King’s classics”, and he was downright insufferable when he found out about Tartaglia’s habit of recreating battle scenes/that being what motivated him to fight sometimes lol
that being said, Wanderer surprisingly never forgot ur stories.
Even when his memories were wiped for a bit, he found comfort in these fantastical epics still sticking around, even when his old names did not
(he mayyyy or mayyy nottt have secretly namedhimselfafteroneofthetragicprotagonistsherelatesto- )
oh btw, Nahida also found joy and comfort in ur stories when she was trapped, they also helped her literally grow as a person bc she had ur stories to help her sort of process the world/what life was like outside of her dreaming prison 🥺💔❤️🩹
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OMFG
ANYWAY FULL TONE SHIFT LMFAO-
the ABSOLUTE SPIRAL-RED-STRING-CONSPIRACY-THEORY-BOARD ENERGY IF THIS WAS A BLUNT LANGUAGE AU LMAOOOO
like specifically how Teyvatians like to give all the context ever thru their words, but older deities/beings like you just do simple phrases that can have deeper meanings (whereas teyvat just explains all the meanings behind their words)
STOP there’s like an official display at the Akademiya and Fontaine Institute of red string theory boards 😭😭 (look what you’ve done to themmm LMAO)
for like every story of urs, INCLUDING THE FANFICS STOP
IMAGINE THE SHIPPING WARS IF U EVER WROTE ONE THAT WASNT EXPLICIT OR LIKE ONE OF THE MAIN ROMANTIC INTERESTS HAD CHEMISTRY WITH OTHER CHARACTERS HAHAHAHAA
that's actually what Akademiya scholars argue about the most viciously, it’s like politics you can’t just bring up ships from ur stories casually in regular convos 💀
(poor Cyno has to deal with a shipping war once a year bc someone always makes the mistake of reading ur work for the first time (without being told to not talk to others abt ships lol) and it starts an all out brawl in the cafeteria every time LMAO)
Also yes.
Cyno is a fanboy.
(he has read Creator x Reader-insert fanfiction.)
(As have most of the characters mentioned, and those not lol)
…
(I'm gonna make a whole Creator x reader fanfic post one day i stg lmao)
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an iced coffee? for me?? :0
ok but real talk…
wtf do you guys wanna see for new years!!
i didn't do a inktober/october days thingy bc i felt too unprepared (and bc id wanted to post that 1000+ followers eldritch au for Halloween)
but now i kinda wanna, at least for a few days :o
ill post a poll in a minute, so check it out!! but still, please feel free to comment some ideas here! :)
Safe Travels Deafening Dreamer,
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#this looked a lot longer on desktop#fuck it#anyway sorry if im slower again guys!#i got sick again :(#my voice was completely gone for days#im onyl just recovering#so finally felt decent enough to write more#check out my other posts for the poll btw!#genshin sagau#genshin impact#sagau#genshin isekai#genshin imagines#genshin impact sagau#aqua asks#genshin x reader#self aware genshin#genshin self aware#more like isekai heavily but this does rely on u understanding they could/have had ur stories for years in their world#so kinda#<3 u guys but DO NOT TAG AS YANDERE/DARK#bc its not <3#gonna start putting that reminder in the tags
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Does anyone else feel a strange sort of dread waiting for new deltarune chapters?
It sounds crazy right? I admit it's a weird feeling for sure, and I'm not even 100% sure if dread is the right way to describe it. But as more info is revealed and the next chapter inevitably gets closer and closer to releasing I can't help but feel a strange sort of, melancholy? Longing? The only way I can describe it is "when you know the goodbye is coming". The strange somber feeling when you know you’re going to have to leave stuff behind, but aren't quite ready for it yet.
warning: words. Homestuck
In 3 months Chapter 1 will be 6 years old, and in 2 months Chapter 2 will be 3 years old. Deltarune is ostensibly in Early Access but this release schedule puts new chapters closer in time scale to whole sequals if anything, which they most assuredly are not trying to be. This has created a strange situation in the fanbase that I don't think I've ever truly seen anywhere else. One where, In the time between chapters It feels like everyone has had their own chance to decide what Deltarune is to them. To create their own version of this story, to write their own themes that they want to see explored, to imagine their own events and plot twists they want to see play out.
@lynxgriffin Paper Trail Comic Being an Alternate Story following off of chapter 1
@lilybug-02 The Chara Timeline Being one of many interpretations on the popular Asriel & Chara roommates headcannon.
@huecycles Andromeda Chapters being their interpretation on the full game
The innumerable Deltarune Theorists and analysts like HalfBreadChaos, Andrew Cunningham, Stuffed Alpaca, etc. etc.
@vyletbunni Deltatraveler being a whole ass fangame based around a chapter 2 meme that it has long since outlived
And that's kinda the thing isn't it? Once more deltarune comes out, a ton of these projects will just become outdated, it's an inevitability. So what will happen to them? will they become forgotten? maybe, maybe not, it's impossible to tell. but either way it feels kinda sad to think about yknow? that one day all the time and effort spent and all the memories made might one day just cease to exist.
There's a lot more I could say on this topic if given the chance but to keep this tumblr post from morphing into a 2 hour long video essay in text form let me leave off with this.
In the age of the internet and social media there will always be a fan of something. Nothing truly dies quite like it used to anymore, regardless of whatever influencers want you to believe. But that doesn't mean things stop changing, that there wasn't a past that has since been left behind. I'm a Homestuck fan. more specifically I'm a Late Homestuck fan, one who came in after the comic had already ended and it's peak in popularity was long behind it. The fandom's still around all these years later. But it'd be foolish to admit that, 8 years after the comics controversial end, the inescapable trend of new fans replacing old fans has left the fandom wholly disconnected from the monolith that it once was. the only remnants of which lie in decades old discourse and fanfiction. Like old relics of a long forgotten city, waiting to be excavated under a fine layer of dirt.
Before I close out here I just want to make it clear: I'm not saying that we should be trying to return to some nebulous "glorious past" that never really existed. I'm not trying to deride Toby Fox for not working in the sweatshop hard enough to produce more content™, or whatever you wanna try and spin-doctor this post into. It's just a thought that creeps into my head every now that I wanted to share, see if anyone feels the same, yknow?
Besides it's not all doom and gloom. For those of you OG Homestucks who read till the end. You remember Heinoustuck? Guidestuck? Nightfall? Fucking Ke$haStuck? yeah those are still going by the way! after years of inactivity they've now started back up again. some under new authors and some by the same author but still!
You could say a lot about that but to me at least, it makes me feels hopeful in a way. That, even if not everything will survive. we'll at least have some mementos to remember what came before.
#deltarune#utdr#toby fox#deltarune chapter three#deltarune chapter 3#deltarune chapter 4#deltarune chapter four#deltarune update#deltarune fanfiction#deltarune discussion#homestuck#fandom
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Holy moly, mate! Your Steven Grant fanfiction was so DELICIOUS! Also, can I request another Steven Grant x male reader? Bottom Steven for the soul! When you have time of course!
I saw your reblog of that fic I wrote it made me laugh. Your flattering me and I have no problem with doing you a favor.
warnings ⚠️Stressed out reader, dirty talk, smut, fingering, riding, lingerie Steven, kinky and romantic.⚠️
SUB STEVEN GRANT X TOP MALE READER
Laying on the living room couch reading his book waiting for his husband to come home since he has an surprise waiting for him. Steven's head pops up from his book once he hears the front door click open and the sound of getting shut.
Steven takes the right corner on the top of the page and bends it so he can remember his page and closes the book before rushing out of his desk to greet his husband.
"Y/n! Welcome back home." Steven greets with a smile standing close to Y/n. "Hey baby, I missed you." Y/n says before putting down his suit case and wraps his arms around Steven. Steven could feel how tense and see how tired Y/n was. "How was work?" Steven asks softly cupping Y/n's face with his hands.��
"Just stressful and tiring. But it's nothing you should worry about my love." Y/n says trying to reassure him at the end,
"Love the robe by the way Steven." Y/n says complimenting him with a sweet kiss on the lips. Steven returns the kiss before taking Y/n's arm and leads him to the bedroom.
Steven drags Y/n to the bed before sitting him down on the edge bed. Steven spreads Y/n's legs open and stands between them already blushing like a mad man. Steven slowly begins to undo the robe.
Steven lets the robe slowly roll off his shoulders showing off the beautiful see through white top of the lingerie. Steven's body squirms feeling Y/n's eyes stare at his chest and nipples. Finally the robe falls onto the floor behind Steven. The panties of the lingerie have the initials of Y/n name, but Y/n wasn't paying attention to it though only looking at Steven's hard cock inside of it.
"God Steven...What is this all bout? You're making me feel like our wedding night again." Y/n teases with a wink causing Steven to let out a small giggle.
"I'm doing this because it's my duty as a husband. I'm supposed to take care of you and help you when you feel tired and overworked. I'll do anything you'd like." Steven says with a warm smile. "Really? Anything?" Y/n says with a mischief smirk. Steven nods his head yes.
"Alright...I want to see your ass Steven. Show me your ass." Y/n commands Steven turns his body around and bends down showing his ass. "So fucking beautiful Steven." Y/n praises running his fingers against the fabric of the lingerie. Y/n hooks the lingerie with his fingers moving the lingerie to the side getting a good look of Steven's hole.
"You even prepped yourself. Such a good boy for me." Y/n seeing some of the lube leaks. "Cmon spread yourself open, so I can get a better look." Steven does what he's told using his fingers to spread open his hole. "Now would you lay on the bed for me?" Steven quickly moves to the bed laying down on the bed.
"God Steven. I can't just get over how beautiful you look. I'm such a lucky man to be married to a man like you baby~" Y/n praises using his hands to rub circles on Steven's hips.
"I-its for you to enjoy." Steven stutters out feeling his whole body get warm and fuzzy. Y/n taps on Steven's inner thigh signaling him to open them. Steven spreads open his legs before looking down at Y/n.
Y/n begins to kiss and bite Steven's thighs marking them as his. He leaves hickeys and other bite marks on them. After has enough parking him he goes up to Steven's chest. Y/n begins to grope Steven's chest through the lingerie. Y/n uses his free hand to pull down the bra then moves his hand around his nipples pulling them and twisting them.
Steven squirms and moans softly as Y/n teases him.
Y/n watches with curiosity looking down at Steven's aching cock. It twitches rapidly inside the lingerie desperately trying to be let out. "You've been edging yourself huh baby?" Y/n asks moving his left hand down guiding it down touching Steven's chest and stomach until he reaches his crotch. "Yes sir! F-for hours." Steven weakly moans out.
"Really? For hours baby you waited for me to tell you to cum?" Y/n asks rubbing his hands against Steven's hard dick. Steven ignores the question as he grinds down into Y/n's hand.
Y/n pulls his hand away with a slight evil laugh before kissing Steven's exposed stomach. Y/n begins to trail up leaving every single spot that's not covered by the lingerie leaving a sweet kiss. Once Y/n is done with that spot he begins to kiss Steven's shoulders and neck.
After Y/n kisses Steven all over he pulls a back looking down at Steven taking everything in. Y/n pulls down the bottom part of the lingerie letting Steven's cock fly free.
"Cum. Cum for me Steven." Y/n commands. Steven lets out a few whimpers before throwing his head back. "Can y-you please touch me." Steven whimpers. "No baby. I told you to cum now do it."
Steven lets out a loud moan before cumming hard. Steven's cock shoots long white streaks of cum. "Gah!~ oh fuck oh fuck! aHhhH"
To Steven it feels never ending. His legs tremble as he rides out his orgasm. Steven felt his whole body become weak from his intense orgasm. Steven's upper body was covered in his own cum.
Steven's cock was still hard twitching making it more sensitive. To see is he actually sensitive Y/n tugs on Steven's cock watching Steven arch his back and let out a moan.
As Steven tries to calm down from his own high Y/n begins to strip out of his clothes while Steven is in pure bliss. Once Y/n was fully naked he spit into his hand jerking off his cock making it wet enough for Steven.
Once Y/n thought it was enough he lined up his cock to Steven's entrance. Y/n slowly moves the tip in and out trying to be as gentle as he can.
Soon enough Y/n moves deeper into Steven at a slow pace. Y/n leans his body forward so he's close to Steven close enough to kiss him and hear him.
"How are we doing Steven." Y/n whispers into his ear slowly thrusting inside him. "G-good. You feel so good sir." Steven moans out in pure bliss. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity for Steven. Y/n wasn't the most gentle and sweet man during sex, but when he is it's great and beautiful for the both of them.
"You feel so good for me Steven. You're such a great husband for this Steven." Y/n praises moving his cock even deeper inside Steven.
Steven wraps his arms around Y/n's shoulders holding him tight.
Y/n rocks his hips back and forth trying to be as gentle as he can. Y/n moves his face to the crook of Steven's neck kissing it softly. "Fuck. F-fuck." Y/n groans out as Steven feels his cock twitch inside him.
Y/n begins to pick up his pace, but not too fast or rough. Y/n's thrust was at a perfect speed for him to reach his peak.
"Steven~ ohh~ fuck Steven. I'm close." Y/n says with a moan moving his hands onto either sides of the bed holding onto the sheets tightly as he fucks deep, but gentle inside Steven.
"Stevey!~ fuck baby! I'm about to cum!" Y/n warns feeling Steven scratching and holding onto his back. Steven could feel his own cock about to cum as well. With a few more thrust Y/n cums deep inside Steven burying his seed deep inside him. Steven wanted to cum right there and then, but he stopped himself. He wanted to be a good husband for Y/n and cum on his command.
"Y/n! can I cum? please let me cum!~ I wanna cum so bad." Steven mewls out. "Yes baby. Fuck- you can cum." Y/n tells him. Steven doesn't need to get told twice by cumming hard.
Y/n helps him out by using his free hand to jerk him off. Steven bolts his hips into Y/n's hand cumming all over his hand and himself.
"Y-Y/n! I love you! I love you so much." Steven cries out throwing his head back.
"I love you to Steven."
THE END
#x male reader#male reader#x top male reader#male reader insert#x male y/n#amab reader#steven grant x male reader#steven grant x reader#moon knight x reader#marvel x male reader#marvel x reader#the bear club
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Kinktober Day 8: Handcuffs
Sonny Carisi x GN! Reader
Summary: Sonny having taken his cop belt home accidentally you make use of the mistake, picking out the metal handcuffs that hung on them.
Warnings: Established Relationships, Smut, Roleplay, Little bit of Cop Roleplay, Cuffed Reader
Kinktober Masterlist
Minors do not interact!
Seated on the couch watching whatever was on to stay awake, waiting for your Sonny to come home. Both of you have an equal amount of hate for his late nights, barely spending time with him, not counting the quick mornings when he speeds out the door.
Hearing the sound of the front door opening then closing, you turn to see Sonny. Tired, handling multiple things at once. Getting up from the couch, coming over to help while scanning him, feeling as if something looked out of place. Grabbing the bags of takeout, leaving him with his coat and keys, finally realizing what it was.
"You have your cop belt still on," you say, causing his attention to snap down to his hips. "Shit," he curses tiredly, you watch as he rushes over the kitchen counter, throwing down everything.
As he undid the belt, you caught a glimpse of something that shined in the dim kitchen light. Putting down the bags of takeout, paying little attention to Sonny's distress as he called Olivia, standing nearby, staring at the shiny metal handcuffs that were clipped, oh, so safely onto the belt.
Ending the call, still turned away, you quickly took the cuffs, only to hold them up dangling from your finger. Hearing the sound of metal, Sonny turned, seeing you smirking, knowing already all the ideas that ran through your head.
"Come on, give them back," he says, accent thick, shyly smiling at your playful demeanor. Swinging around the cuffs with one finger pulling away as he tries to grab them.
"And what if I say no? You going to arrest me?" you ask, holding up the handcuffs high with a raised brow, hoping for him to play along a little longer.
"I just might have to," he says, securing that hope a little more as he moves in closer. Inch by inch until your lips met, only for him to take his opportunity, snatching away the cuffs, leaving your plans null and void.
Breaking away, seeing his grin, you frown, only to hear a repeated clicking sound coming from your raised arm. Barely having time to look before being turned around and pressed against the kitchen counter. Feeling something poked your ass, knowing it wasn't Sonny's belt as it lay right in front of you. Shifting your hips around, hearing as he groaned, only leaning in harder.
"What are you going to do to me, Officer?" You tease, hands now fully cuffed as his own traveled to your hips, failing to hold them still. Quickly giving up, removing his hands from your body, hearing the familiar sound of his work pants being undone.
From the button being undone to the zipper, the sound of each step made you squirm on full display for him to devour. That he did, though slowly, softly, his fingertips played with the hem of your bottom clothing, with one quick motion pulling them down, leaving you to shiver in the cold apartment air.
Half naked in your shared kitchen, yearning for your Sonny's cock, cuffed, unable to hold yourself up. Laying halfway down on the cold granite counter, but warmth quickly sparks in you. Bliss flooded up through you as Sonny's warm cock was engulfed by your soft, wet walls, moans echoing out from both of you.
Sloppily thrusting, too impatient to recover from the overwhelming feeling of your euphoric walls, though quickly getting bold with each thrust. Feeling as he pulled firmly on the cuffs, ensuring no squirm as he took the rains of the night's plans.
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Netflix Vikings, random relationship
Ragnar, Bjorn, Floki x g/n reader
Hello! There's not enough fanfiction of the Vikings series so i thought of making these! I hope you like them too! ^^
Ragnar
🪓 He is very protective over you and takes your safety very seriously! You’re important to him and he would gladly take an arrow for you!
🪓 Ragnar is not really the ‘jealous’ type so you can talk and become friends with anyone in Kattegatt. He trusts you, but he is a pretty curious person so he might ask you what you were talking about? He wants to know too! Is it something interesting? :O
🪓 If you are interested and ask him to teach you to defend yourself Ragnar would gladly do it! But of course not without teasing you about it first. Unless you already know how to fight, then you will train with each other to get stronger together.
🪓 His love language would probably be words of affirmation. Ragnar is pretty good with his choice of words and thinking before talking in order to avoid stupid fights. Whenever you do something nice for him, you will know. He’ll tell you how much you mean to him, how glad he is to see you if you two have been a part and how f**king gorgeous you are! 😏
🪓 If you have kids, he will talk about them more than you, praise them more than you and probably love them more than you! 😅 But see it on the bright side! If you're tired he will look after the kids, “No problem love, go and get some rest! I will take care of the kids!”
Bjorn
🐻 Is a touch starved, cuddle bug and loves any kind of physical affection! Bjorn is a big dude and holding you from behind is one of the things he does the most. Warming you up in the cold weather whenever you two stand around and listen to people talking in the crowds, or when you're home and have no work that needs to be done and you two can just lay around and cuddle.
🐻 He also loves to lay his head on your lap and have his hair stroked. It always calms him down from a long day of work. Bjorn also got the best and comfiest bearhugs!
🐻 Bjorn is a worry wart and constantly worries about your safety if you're not together. Sometimes he asks his mother or father (if they are nearby) if you will be alright, just to calm his nerves and mind down when they tell him: “Bjorn they will be fine!”.
🐻 If Bjorn is out in battle he is always thinking about you and that he will survive to see your beautiful face again. If you're in the battlefield with him, holy shit! He knows you're strong of course, but his overthinking ‘what if’ worry will still be there the whole time and he will be keeping an eye on you a little too much, almost putting himself in danger! It wouldn’t surprise me if you saved his ass instead. Probably what many of your fights are going to be about. But he loves you! Can you blame him?
🐻 Totally would give you his food if you're hungry <3 “No I don't mind, your health is important to me! I will manage, please have some!"
Floki
🛠️ Will often confuse you because Floki changes his mind easily, he has probably decision anxiety sometimes. He is unpredictable and you will never really know what he is thinking.
🛠️ Gift giving would be Flokis love language. Floki loves to build objects and wood carve details on his hard work afterwards, which will always leave him so proud! So everything he's making for you is made thoughtfully after what he knows that will make you happy and with enough details so that he will catch you staring and touching whatever perfect object ‘he’ made for you! ✨
🛠️ If you are down he will say funny jokes and move around, make weird faces and make himself look silly. If you still aren't laughing then he will tickle you until the room is filled with laughter! “Hihihi Oohoh y/n i sure do love to hear your beautiful voice! Your laughter fills my heart with joy! A song I want to hear for the rest of my life!”
🛠️ Of course if you're very sad Floki will sit down hug you and be sad with you until you're feeling better. Afterward he tells you how important you are to him, if that will make you happy and smile again. Floki isn't a man who will take your love for granted.
🛠️ Floki doesn't understand why you love and want him in the first place, he questions himself quite often, sadly. You have to be stubborn and patient and also tell him how important he is to you as well! But also give him time and space, because that’s what he needs.
Thank you for reading! Reblogs are very appreciated <3 Have a good day/night! :3
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If possible can I please request what whb mammon would be like as a dom with a femMc? I feel like he definitely is a switch and is very versatile, but he definitely holds back his dominant side for the sake of Mc's physcial well being. So what would he do if the Mc didn't want him to hold back and actually take the reins?
Hi anon ! Tysm for your request and sorry for the delay.
Sorry if it’s too short, I suck at writing One Shots, but I always try my best !
I also feel like mammon is a switch, mostly because I feel he likes that feeling of his master using him for their own pleasure, but there’s definitely something dominant in him, in fact, I can’t imagine him actually subbing.
Also, he’s huge wtf, if he didn’t hold back he would kill someone.
"𝙊𝙒𝙉 𝙈𝙀"
𝘾𝙒: Rough Sex, Spanking, Mammon eats ass and you can’t tell me otherwise (this situation does not happen in this post), No vagina fits 23 cm but it’s okay because this is fanfiction, He slaps the mc three times in the face, but it’s not that hard, belly bulging, no protection.
✿ There’s many ways to bring out this side of him, you could tell him directly during one of your intimate moments, or you could trigger it, both will work, but the second one might be the most amusing way.
✿ Telling him directly will make him laugh, he would tease you saying that he’s rough enough with you and and that you wouldn’t be able to take it
✿ And he would use your proposal as a way to tease you for days, his pet name for you is no longer master or love, now it’s freak.
✿ Of course, deep in his heart he wishes that you took that seriously someday, but also, he wishes you don’t.
✿ Mammon would forever hate himself if he hurt you, he knows that he’s big, both for human and demon standards, but he also knows that he tends to lose control easily, one wrong move and he kills you, and just imagining that makes him lose his sleep.
✿ If it were up to him, Mammon wouldn’t have held back from the first moment, but he loves you so much he doesn’t dare to, until …
“F-fuck”
You were seeing white dots, your face was wet with a mix of your tears, your spit, mammon’s spit and probably cum. Your head was pressed into the bedsheets by a strong big hand and your arms were tied behind your back with what seemed to be a golden fabric, it looks familiar right ? Of course it does, Mammon fucking ripped it from his expensive robe.
You can’t complain anyways, you were asking for it, it took several days and lots of patience, but finally you managed to rile him up enough so he could get you where you are right now, completely dumb on his dick.
“Don’t whine and take it” he grunted, every hard thrust felt overwhelming, your whole body felt numb and the only thing your mind could process was the wet sounds coming from Mammon ramming his dick in you.
“S’too much”
“Shut up”
You felt his heavy hand smack your asscheeks, and together with his heavy balls smashing against your clit it all made a nasty sound, you tried to push your hips away from him in dumb intent, but his firm grip on your hips stopped you from doing anything.
“Can you fucking stop being a brat ? Take it”
He says harshly, one of his hands makes its way from your hips to your chest, and in a swift movement he brings you up so your back is against his chest, he never stopped his mean thrusts inside you, and with this new position you could feel him deeper than ever.
“I bet you can feel me in your guts” His hand grabbing your chest went to your abdomen, and pressed tightly against he bulge his dick was making in your belly “Right here”
Tears were flowing down your face by now, Mammon’s pace never faltered, and you were sure your moans could be heard from miles away, he was holding your whole weight by now, since your legs already gave up, and your arms only had enough strength to hold onto his strong arms.
You had nothing on your mind, only his dick pounding harshly into you, but as his thrust grew harder and harder, signing that he was about to cum inside you, you felt drowsy, as if you were about to pass out, but before you could close your eyes, Mammon took your cheeks with his hand and pulled your head up so you were staring at him “Don’t” he slapped you once “Pass” he slapped your other cheek “Out” And with that last word, Mammon blew a load deep inside you.
#I loved writing this even if it took my like a month#whb#prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#what in “hell” is bad?#whb mammon#whb x reader#whb mammon x reader#whb smut#pinkgy thoughts
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Today we're celebrating @invisibleanonymousmonsters, the incredible author of Gust & Flame, a post ACOSF Eris x Reader fic!
If you love fics where only one person knows they are mates, OR love fics with fae-human relatonships OR want something longer to dig into this is going to be SUCH a treat. 🧡
Please check out the fic masterlist here. It's truly such a fun fic to read - please don't miss out on it.
Read on if you want to hear more about @invisibleanonymousmonsters's thoughts about Eris and what game they'd totally beat Eris at.
What drew you to Eris Vanserra as a character?
When writing fanfiction, I always gravitate towards side characters that are not given a lot of backstory or plot in the canon material. There is so much mystery around Eris. Even after five books, we still know so little about him. Is he truly an asshole? Or is he more like Rhysand than we want to admit? Is he a villain or is he actually a victim? For me, it’s not fun to write fanfiction for characters that the source material has already fully fleshed out. There is no puzzle for me to figure out or an unfinished canvas to finish. For ACOTAR as a whole series – and an unfinished one, at that – Eris was one of the few male characters that had enough space for me to try to figure him out. And despite knowing so little about him, it’s still clear that he’s an extremely complex character with so many layers. And that’s an exciting type of character for me to write for.
How do you think Eris handles power and responsibility?
0I have always viewed him as someone who sees what power without responsibility looks like: Beron, his father and High Lord. From the series, we have seen him hold responsibility for the army he commands of Autumn Court. And with that he risked his life to save just a handful of them. But we really have not seen the full extent of his power, so I am not sure I can confidently determine how he handles – or would handle – power.
Can you give me a name for one of Eris's brothers? And also for one of his dogs?
In my series gust & flame, I named one of his brother’s Aurelius. Honestly, coming up with all his brothers’ names and keeping them straight in my mind has been one of the hardest parts of writing my series. And I would name one of his dogs Orla. Honestly, my brain is so fried from my stupid job and I’ve been writing my series so long that I’m pretty sure I named some of his dogs and now I can’t even remember what their names were. (Proof that I am a fanfiction writer, and there’s a reason I am not paid to do it.)
What game do you think you could beat Eris at?
What an interesting question… Honestly, I don’t play any games. 😂Like, not a single board game or video game. I could probably beat him at a game of soccer. But I would definitely own his ass at Catch Phrase or Heads Up or Cards Against Humanity.
#eris vanserra#eris acotar#eris x reader#eris x reader acotar#acotar#eris creator highlights#pro eris vanserra#high lord eris#autumn court heir
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I've noticed your predator/alien franchise doesn't have anything for xenomorph. Let's change that lol. Could I get something that has a similar storyline like the one that says dark reader on it the one where the reader is obsessed with aliens.. It's made me curious tbh
Xenomorph x Dark. Reader
Mx. Anonymous, you read my mind! I was wondering when someone would request this! And you don't need to apologize, since it's fanfiction, we're just gonna say eff reality for a moment (even though the whole thing is fictional...but you get it).
Want more from me, my Infinites (I'm trying out a follower name thing lol. I'll probably shuffle through random ass names until one works)? 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏
☆*: .。. .。.:*☆☆*: .。. .。.:*☆☆*: .。. .。.:*☆
👽Discoveries👽 (Aliens)
Warning(s): Dark Fic (dunno if it came out as dark as I wanted), Non-con details, unprotected, triggering(?), size difference, I don't know where I went with this (this is what happens when I write parts at different times, I guess)
Sometimes experimentation leads to temptation...
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"You're crazy, [Last Name]!"
You tapped the end of your pen against your lip in thought before smiling, "Maybe, but crazy gets better results than normal. Ask any of the greatest geniuses, they'll tell you."
You were labeled as the crazy scientist because you suggested cross breeding. Between Xenomorph—or Aliens, the term used for common folk—and humans.
'It's impossible!'
'It's wrong! Don't you have any morals?' they cried.
'You want to talk to me about morals? Ha! Who are the ones who take creatures as they please and experiment to their heart's content, past what's necessary, simply for nosiness and fear of not knowing everything?'
You always shut them up any time they felt a need to comment on you.
"Sometimes the most impossible things can be made possible," you muttered as you scribbled something in your many notebooks dedicated to this theory.
You could admit you were pretty obsessed with Xenomorphs, you found them fascinating. You studied them with a passion.
You wanted one...and the opportunity came when a group of scientists arrived with a captured Xenomorph.
They were studying it to come up with a defense against them, you, among a few other scientists decided to spectate.
And all hell broke loose.
Turns out, someone from the group had gotten infected. You had to figure that out when a man's stomach burst open.
There was panic as the other scientists fell victim, until the newest creature was contained.
The two aliens were to be stored away since the team leading the experiment was now dead, until someone else decided to take it over.
That was your opening.
You took the fully grown one to your private lab, where everything was already set up.
The huge cylinder it was in was a little heavy, but you made it work. You pushed a button that would release an anesthetic-type liquid into the fluid the creature was summered in.
Once it was confirmed to be unconscious, you released it and properly restrained it, tail and all. You loved risks, but not when the result could stop your experimenting from proceeding...you can't test things if you're dead.
"Now...let's get your vitals connected to my database..." you tapped away at your screen until the patches and machinery you'd connected to it did their job, "There you are...and you are a very healthy Xenomorph."
You went through a few experiments of merging DNA samples, but something was missing. You couldn't figure out what it was.
You were disturbed from your deep thoughts by a pathetic escape attempt behind you.
"Oh, you're awake. I should introduce myself," you approached the alien carefully, "I'm your caretaker. And you're all mine for the time being."
It continued to struggle, hissing at you as you calmly took off your lab coat and put on gloves.
"Now, for a physical examination..."
Your hand slowly trailed down the alien's head and jaw, raising a brow as its struggle turned hesitant.
You heard a rumbling sound from its throat, the mouth covering muffling it.
"So...you aren't completely adverse to touch, hm?"
Then you explored its shoulders and arms, you trailed lower to its sides.
"Everything seems to be in order so far...You really are a beautiful specimen..." you sighed in fascination.
You were mesmerized and edging towards getting aroused.
And the alien could smell it, it was reacting.
Visibly reacting.
You smirked, "Oh...well, look at that. I've made the discovery of a lifetime."
So much research had been done, but never have sexual organs been found on an alien. But you supposed it wasn't common for someone to show arousal in their presence.
"Standing at attention just for me...What should I do with you?"
You were absolutely breathless.
But who could blame you, you were stretched to your limits. And there were still quite a few inches of it that didn't fit inside.
There was some defiance at the beginning, but this alien would just be the next being to know you always got what you wanted in the end.
And the hotter you got and the louder you got, ashamed defiance turned into lustful acceptance.
You balanced on your hands best you could, your feet also supporting you, but they were beginning to become less reliant the more they curled.
Its skin felt cool and smooth, a stark contrast to your heat and muscle. It made you shiver in the best ways as you slowly slid up and down.
"I think I might—keep you."
You were becoming more obsessed by the minute, perhaps your rationality was being manipulated by the smell of sex and sweat.
Or maybe because the alien tried and failed to keep itself quiet, sensitive to your every move.
A cute little virgin it was.
All yours to use as you've wanted. You could possibly get a sample once you were done, see if it gave different results.
Everything was in your control, until it wasn't.
The alien decided it'd had enough of your slow pace.
It thrusted up in quick strokes, making your body move so quickly it looked like it was shaking.
With a groan, your nails dug into its arms, then you gasp as it breaks out of its restraints.
For a moment, you think it'll attack, and it does.
It flips you under and bullies itself back into you, forcing in every inch.
A brutal attack that leaves you trying to catch your breath.
With a growl behind its mask, it pummels into you.
With fascination, you feel the bulge it creates and swear you can see it, but you're a little disoriented right now.
Your vision flashes from the pleasure and pain, your body is tingling.
"You—You're my discovery to keep," you grin.
#xenomorph#alien vs predator#alien franchise#aliens#alien fucker#dark reader#dark fic#alien dark fic#smut#lemon
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CRAIG: DIE, WHORE!!!!!
GREGORY: AGHHHHAGAHSGHJDguiwbulABUKBUICGDosah8CF0H()o
GREGORY: I HAVE BEEN ASSAULTED I HAVE BEEN HATE CRIMED I HAVE BEEN DESTROYED
GREGORY: THEY’VE RUINED ME!!!!
GREGORY: MY CONTOUR GREGORY: MY LOUIS VUTTION!!!
GREGORY: YOU LITTLE SHITS
STAN: Hey uh. You kinda cute ngl
GREGORY: Huh? I am?
STAN: Yeah I just uhm… are you gay?
GREGORY: Gay as fuck
STAN: Let's date
GREGORY: Okay pookie
GREGORY: Wow Stan, you are so handsome
STAN: I know honeybun
GREGORY: oh my Satan you are so hot
STAN: SATAN!?
GREGORY: Yes snookums… I'm a demon
STAN: WHAT!!? OH MY GOD DEMON!! GET AWAY!
GREGORY: POOKIE BEAR!! COME BACK!
GREGORY: MY MASCARA IS GETTING RUINED!!
STAN: AGOUIFYUOIGCGTJUOVHUHIGVYUIGVBJKH STAN: (AGGRESSIVE HACKING/COUGHING NOISES)
STAN: HUHBUHUBUBUBUHBHUH
STAN:(WEEZE(r))
GREGORY: Ow what the fuck
GREGORY: That shit hit me so hard that I got transported to a damn Wattpad fanfiction
GREGORY: Fucking ow
GREGORY: You whore
CRAIG: That's what you get for dissing my merch
CRAIG: Smh my fucking head
STAN: Buhhh
STAN: What happened? STAN: What's going on?
STAN: Why is there a twink in my living room?
GREGORY: Shut up, Shane Dawson
STAN: Fuck you
GREGORY: Just so you KNOW Craig_The_Real_Tucker,
GREGORY: You just started a war you could never win
GREGORY: My account, GREGORY_CUTIE_PIE_3rd has over 14 million followers
GREGORY: They will ALL cancel you
CRAIG: Not before I reveal your secret, bitch
GREGORY: What are you on about?
CRAIG: You’ll see what I mean when I make my 3 AM cancellation post lmao
THOMAS: What the hell is going on in there?
THOMAS: I heard a chair breaking…
TWEEK: lord of Satan, it's probably some dumb petty internet drama
TWEEK: Let's not get involved
TWEEK: Nothing is worse than getting caught in the crossfires of influencer war
THOMAS: O… okay if you say so?
THOMAS: We should probably get out of the road though…
THOMAS: Estella had us watch a bunch of safety PSAS and im scared of dying
TWEEK: You're already dead
THOMAS: I- I know but I don't want to die twice
TWEEK: You
TWEEK: You can't???????
TWEEK: HUH?????
THOMAS: TWEEKHOLYSHITLOOKOUTCAR!!!!!
TWEEK: WHAT THE FUCK IS A-
TWEEK:AGFUTDF(O&YCTGUIJHFY*OUGJHTRFUFYGUMBNCFT&FCFGHJFGHCUIOYJDCGUIOUYFFYCGHIFTYGU
THOMAS: HOLY FUCK- SHIT- FUCK- COCK FUCK- IHIYFGOIGUIFYGUIFILYHVCKFCVHLIVLUYCHVK
TOLKIEN: Oh look what your bitching made me do, Clyde!
TOLKIEN: I hit a fucking deer!
TOLKIEN: I….
TOLKIEN: ….think?
THOMAS: YOU HIT TWEE- FUCK SHIT SHIT ASS ASS! OIGFI^YGIUOGUKGUFLCTGHVJCKHG
STAN: What the fuck
STAN: What is going on outside
KYLE: Global warming?
STAN: Other than what's not real
KYLE: Stan don't start with this
STAN: I'm just saying, if it DID exist wouldn't it make the whole world feel warm?
KYLE: IT IS!!! IT'S MELTING THE ICE CAPS!!!
STAN: That's what they want you to believe
KYLE: Okay, you’ve lost talking privileges
GREGORY: YOU WOULDN'T
CRAIG: OH I FUCKING WOULD BITCH CRAIG: YOURE ABOUT TO BE CANCELLED IN T MINUS FUCK YOU GREGORY: NOT BEFORE YOU DIE CRAIG: BITCH I'M TOO FAMOUS TO DIE GREGORY: BULLSHIT CRAIG: NOT MY FAULT YOU USED ARDELLE WHISPIES GREGORY: YOU WHORE
STAN: SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M WATCHING SOMEONE PUKE BLOOD
GREGORY: OH MY GOD IS TOMMY OKAY? GREGORY: TOMMY BOY????
GREGORY: TOMMY BOY??? TWEEKY?????
TWEEK: uuuughhh
TWEEK: That HURT you asshole
THOMAS: YOU SHOULD'VE LISTENED TO THOSE FUCK! SHIT! SHIT! FUCK! SAFETY PSAS BLUHGHUGJGKBVHBJUVHJKb
TOLKIEN: Oh
TOLKIEN: Look, Clyde
TOLKIEN: It's your new boyfriend
CLYDE: Aww is he okay???
TWEEK: NO I GOT HIT BY A FUCKING CAR TWEEK: YOU BROKE MY LEGS!!!
CLYDE: Well SOMEONE was fighting so hard with me that they weren't looking at the ROAD
TOLKIEN: Oh so this is MY fault now???
CLYDE: YES THIS IS YOUR FAULT CLYDE: YOU HIT HIM WITH YOUR CAR
TOLKIEN: MAYBE IF YOU WASHED YOUR DAMN HANDS THAT WOULDN'T HAPPEN
CLYDE: WHAT DOES WASHING MY HANDS HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT???
TOLKIEN: IT HAS EVERYTHING TO DO WITH IT!!!
TWEEK: CALL 911
TWEEK: MY LEGS ARE FUCKING BROKEN
THOMAS: BLUHJBHJVUIGY*HUGH TWEEK: STOP GETTING KOOL AID ON MY BROKEN LEGS YOU ASS
THOMAS: SORRYBIHGUHIJKLUHHHH
TWEEK: Wait a second
TWEEK: IS YOUR KOOL AID VOMIT HEALING MY LEGS????? TWEEK: KEEP DOING IT KEEP DOING IT YOU LIL PISSBOY
THOMAS: OKAYBLUGHUIHVJBKBFUCK SHIT BPHUIGLKNJBHI
GREGORY: TWEEKY
GREGORY: TOMMY BOY
TOLKIEN: Fuck
CLYDE: Awww man
CLYDE: You ruined my chances at asking out Tweek
GREGORY: What?
CLYDE: What?
(Edits made by @pissblanket and @zemoleinyourtrashcan)
(Nyan Neko sugar girls art made by @zemoleinyourtrashcan credits go to Nyan Neko Sugar Girls for making the og images)
(Wattpad fanfic segment written by either @smilerzart or @cattpup5, unsure)
#craig tucker#craigfluencer#hellpark#south park#south park edits#sp#southpark#underworld park#underworld park tolkien#underworld park tweek#underworld park pip#underworld park clyde#underworld park thomas#underworld park gregory
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More plotless self-indulgent stabbing...
(I actually finished writing something in a reasonable amount of time?!?!)
@silvercap wrote this lovely piece and it got stuck in my brain, and they were so kind as to let me run with it a bit :) so uh... now available with extra plotless self-indulgent stabbing?
Graphic description of blood and injury, hurt / not much comfort, character death.
Resident Evil characters, there's a kiss at the end but it's more whumpy than anything, possibly a bit of implied past relationship (?) of some sort but I kept that whole thing fairly ambiguous
A bit outside my usual aftermath/caretaking content, but I do love a good ol' knife between the ribs. Ship stuff is definitely outside my usual, I just (mostly) left in what Silver wrote.
I don't actually know these characters (only from hurt/comfort fanfiction and a cursory glance through fandom wiki), so things probably won't be accurate to canon/fanon for those who are properly familiar with it.
Silver's original / close-to-original is in italics. Silver, let me know if you want me to change anything about how I did this, since it includes your wonderful work.
With a ruthless twist of his wrist, Krauser sends Leon’s knife clattering to the floor. Leon follows an instant later, aching legs swept out from under him. But the hard crack of his spine on the concrete is dull compared with the bright white pain that cuts suddenly into his chest.
His free arm flails desperately against Krauser’s shoulder, scrabbles at his wide throat, but the pull on flayed muscle ignites a fire that flares from sternum to fingertips, turning the limb frustratingly weak and uncoordinated. The rest of him is well and truly pinned, Krauser’s meaty fist heavy on his other bicep so he can only claw ineffectually at the sleeve of his camo uniform, one knee between his legs with the thigh pressing his hips into the rough warehouse floor, the other leg planted wide in an unshakeable stance.
Many things have changed in the years since he trained in the military with Krauser as his CO, but some things remain the same. Krauser is a mountain of a man, and, skilled and combat-hardened though Leon might have become, in a position like this his agility is no match for the Major’s sheer bulk. When the knife digging into him was rubber and he was - if not exactly fresh nor well-rested - at least not exhausted from two days trying to survive another goddamn mission gone ass-up, he had tried a few times to find an opening in Krauser’s stance or force him to shift his weight enough to take back the offensive, but it never once ended well. And now, even if he could somehow power through the pain long enough to get his muscles to obey him… The blaze of agony is abated - or perhaps simply concentrated - enough that he can feel with terrible clarity the blade of Krauser’s knife, cold metal sunk into the muscle of his chest, the fine tip resting neatly between two of his ribs. Pinned, indeed. Like a butterfly in a biologist's display case. Any resistance could only hasten the inevitable.
Even as the recognition settles in his mind, his limbs continue to struggle, searching instinctively for any leverage, until Krauser leans ever so slightly forward. The pointed blade drags roughly through the gristle of muscle and tendon protecting his rib cage; his already clenched jaw knots in tooth-crushing tightness and his head slams back involuntarily against the floor, eyes scrunched tight as a keening sound escapes his throat. And then with an awful tear it slips free, gliding into viscera. His eyes fly open, head lifting off the floor again to take in the sickening sight of his own blood spilling across his chest and staining Krauser’s hand where it grasps the knife, but all he can do is gasp in a slow trickle of dank air.
Their eyes meet. Krauser pauses for a moment. Then one corner of his otherwise hard-set mouth twitches up by a hair’s breadth.
Leon coughs a spray of blood as the knife sinks deeper into his breast, eyes widening and breath catching in a wheeze as the wicked blade carves remorselessly into his chest cavity. The chill of sharp metal through the warmest, vitalest core of his body is beyond his mind’s ability to accurately comprehend. Above him, Krauser's ragged expression has twisted into something unreadable, scars blurring as Leon feels him force the knife another inch deeper to settle it fully into place, the guard pressed flat against his skin through the blood-drenched fabric of his jacket and shirt which are far too thin to offer any protection against the chill creeping into him. The tip scrapes bone somewhere under his shoulderblade; static runs up and down his spine and out to the ends of his fingers and toes, and nausea pools in the back of his throat. His head falls back, hands loosening where they'd been desperately trying to stop Krauser's attacks. He's---he's failed. And he knows - from the frantic fluttering just below his sternum every time he tries to take a breath, from the way the burning pressure in his chest cavity builds and builds like a volcano about to erupt, suffocating him in a tide of blood and crushing him within the cage of his own ribs, from the way Krauser’s lip curls in grim satisfaction - there will be no coming back from this one.
The knife shifts a fraction of an inch as Krauser releases it. Leon gasps another agonized sound, unable to feel anything but the radiating, piercing pain skewering his major organs. A moment later, Krauser removes the other hand from his bicep, evidently confident at this point that he's in no position to try anything. Krauser's knee brushes over Leon’s leg where he'd jammed it in the fighting, his broad chest emanating humid heat as he props an elbow next to Leon's head and lets his weight come to rest partly against Leon's uninjured side.
Leon finds himself leaning into the contact, unable to deny that it is perversely comforting. The man’s body is solid, feels almost protective as it curls around him. And warm, so warm against his cooling skin, a blissful shelter from the chill which has been soaking through his limbs. Everywhere that isn't an inferno of pain has turned to ice, and he feels like he'll never be warm again. He won't, he realizes. Sudden memories of happier days make his heart ache in a different way, tears starting in his eyes. Warm sunshine and cozy rooms, smiles and laughter, back-slaps and tight embraces. Many of those people are dead. Some have been corrupted, bought out, turned traitor. The rest he fervently hopes are far away from here, safe from this nightmare. It's silly, to be crying as the life slowly stutters and drains from his broken, exhausted body, but Leon doesn't have the strength to stop himself.
Krauser rumbles from somewhere deep in his ribcage, like the purr of a lion. "Give in, soldier. It's useless to hold on like this." His voice is the gravelly rasp that Leon once thought was caring. He knows better, now.
"F-fuck you," Leon wheezes, blinking heavily to fight off the black spots encroaching on his vision. He can't breathe right, and God it hurts to try. A rough hand cards through his hair, the sensation lost in the sudden numbness that's begin to tug at his consciousness with a gentle insistence that makes it impossible to want to fight. He struggles for a moment, overwhelmed by the panicked fluttering caged beneath his ribs, only to sob and let himself go limp a moment later. "I'm s-sorry."
He’s not quite sure who he’s saying it to. To the many people he couldn’t save from so many tragic, horrific hellholes. To the mentor who for so long he could never seem to please no matter how hard he tried, throwing himself into training until he was worn down to the bone but never good enough for the stern-faced Major. Or to the bright-eyed police academy recruit from so many years ago who thought he could somehow put the world to right. Maybe all of them.
"Stubborn." Krauser sounds almost fond, blue eyes fading in and out of focus. He strokes Leon's hair again. He seems to hesitate. "I'm sorry, too."
Leon’s body convulses weakly, some primitive instinct still struggling in vain against the raging sea of agony. Each breath is shallower than the last, a great weight pressing down on his chest until he's sure his ribs must be buckling in, choking him on mouthfuls of hot copper.
“Let it happen, Rookie.” Krauser’s hand brushes a last strand of hair from his forehead and tucks it behind his ear before curving to cup the back of his skull, tipping his head up slightly. “I’ve got you.”
His mouth finds Leon's somewhere in the darkness that's settled over the world, hot and sharp with the acrid tang of blood and smoke. It's shockingly nice. Scarred lips brush softly against his own, the soothing sensation of mingling tongues and skin on skin easing Leon's distress. Krauser is here, with him, kissing him. It's steadying, comfortable. Bittersweet.
Leon can’t breath, could barely anyways, but he finds this way he doesn’t mind so much. His throat spasms once, twice, three times for air he cannot have, before the shuddering muscles are quieted by a heavy palm on the crests of his collarbones.
He exhales, and the world ends.
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Please please please 🥺🙏 do a cute fluff fanfiction of Buggy! If not that cool too.
*whispering* if I could be oh so selfish, please do xchubbyreader
-🍁anon
Buggy-sama🤡
Hope you like it😅
A blind date…
Buggy wasn’t told much by Shanks about who he was meeting, all he knew was this person had a treasure map and that’s all he needed to know. He made sure to dress well and arrived at the meeting point only to see that it was a dive bar that he hadn’t been to in years.
“What the hell?! I hope that stupid Shanks isn’t wasting my time or I’m gonna kick his ass…”, he said as he huffed and fixed his hat before making his way to the front bar, “Hey, I’m meeting someone here…”, he said with the most intimidating voice he could muster.
The bartender recognized him immediately and had someone take him to the booth in the back where someone was already waiting for him, “…your date is already here”. Buggy smirked and followed proudly until he heard the word ‘date’ and his jaw almost dropped when he noticed who was waiting for him.
He blushed brightly as he tried to keep it together and took a seat, “…oh…hi…I’m…”, he stammered.
“The great Buggy-sama….I know, Shanks told me about you already but he didn’t tell me you were so handsome…I guess he wanted me to see that for myself…”, Y/N said with a smile before ordering some drinks for them.
He chuckled nervously like a teenage boy that he even completely forgot about the treasure map!
“…oh stop…I didn’t know you were going to be such a sight to behold either…”, he said gently.
“…that’s the whole point of a blind date I guess…but its kind of exciting, don’t you think?”, Y/N asked gently with a little smile.
“Yeah…that’s true…”, he said before realizing what he just heard, “…A BLIND DATE?!”. He then realized that he said that all too loud that his limbs had moved out of place momentarily and that might have scared Y/N but instead all he got was a cute laugh in response from them.
Buggy couldn’t help but smile and sink deeper into his seat, what was this strange warm feeling growing inside his chest, he leaned in a little closer to Y/N.
“…so…tell me more about yourself…”, he’d finally say and this conversation would last several hours and drinks later before they would head out of the bar…just enjoying each others’ company.
“Say, Buggy…would you like to go out another time with me?”, Y/N asked as they cuddled his arm and leaned against him as they walked under the moonlight.
He blushed even more and leaned against them, “Yes…I’m free tomorrow…and the rest of my life”, he said with a hiccup.
Y/N laughed in response and kissed his nose, “…you’re so cute…it’s a date then”.
Buggy smiled happily like a love-sick puppy, “…it’s a date…”.
((If you want a part 2, let me know))
Part 2
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Hey so I have some stuff coming up this weekend again, so the part after this one will likely be maybe Tuesday of next week? I'm not going to commit to a schedule because duh, but Tuesday seems good. For that reason, the poll is going to run for a week, but I will start writing based on the results as of Monday evening. Tumblr only has 1 day and 1 week poll time limits *eyeroll*
Tags: NSFW, S.M.U.T., genie, anal
(Story Index)
Pull out all the stops
“Yup,” you say without hesitation, “That’ll be what we go with.” Your fingers get around the flared base of the plug before you even realize you’re reaching for it.
“Oh please be careful, master! I’m a virg—” Joy snorts and chuckles, “Sorry, can’t say that with a straight face.”
This plug is harder to pull than one in the hospital. It’s like Joy is squeezing around it, doing her best not to let go. But eventually you manage the slightest movement. Behind the plug’s base, you see what seems to be an entirely normal asshole (or at least a normal one with a large size sex toy lodged in it). Your excitement grows as it widens, spreading at the insistence of the tool in your hand.
Further…
Further…!
Further!
And then suddenly, all resistance gives way, and the plug comes out with a comical pop. You can now confirm that she does have a very normal, human-looking asshole (or at least a normal one that’s a little gaped, a little lubricated, and spotlessly clean). Joy twitches and moans, at which you raise an eyebrow.
“You sure that was just a psychic thing?” you ask.
Joy groans, reaching back and rubbing a fingertip around her rim. It’s at that moment that you again notice her lack of vagina underneath. Still kinda weird.
“I said I didn’t get any sexual pleasure,” Joy says with a somewhat dreamy quality to her voice compared to before, “from touching where a human’s pussy would be. My ass, on the other hand, is quite functional from a physical sensation perspective, so I’d appreciate you putting something inside.”
This all seems very logical to you. No need for questions. You line yourself up and push.
Your entry into Joy’s ass is easy like Sunday morning. There’s some pressure against you, but only just enough for you to notice. The rest is just a pleasant grip. One fluid motion is all it takes for you to be pressing your hips into Joy’s cashmere-soft buttcheeks. They’re propped upward as her back is arched down. It feels like she’s in control of all of her muscles, because a fine squeeze seems to ripple up and down your whole length. You and Joy groan in unison.
“Oh fuck, master, that’s so good!” Joy drops her elbows onto the table and places her head in her hands.
"Do you want to like, call me by my name?"
"I literally cannot."
You shrug and get back to what you voted for. The out stroke is just as eye-flutteringly luxurious as the in. Joy’s not trying to keep you inside, but she’s letting you out with a firm but gentle hold. Her back lifts and holds until you stop moving, and, as soon as you start forward again, dips again into the porn star arch.
On and on this continues for a word count more appropriate for a smutty novella than a brief continuation of a serialized fanfiction. Your stamina is rather shocking, actually, and you would wonder about the number of times the planet rotated on its axis if you weren’t more concerned with the primordial magic of Joy’s asshole consuming your perception of time, place, and sensation.
Nevertheless, your orgasm creeps up on you. Something must signal that to Joy, because she pauses her sensual vocalizations long enough to look back over her shoulder and give you some seriously tempting-ass bedroom eyes, which seem to get across the silent “pick a place to cum” sentence.
Options:
You’re already in the best place. Cum in her ass.
But like, you want to see your cum ON her ass (and a little on her back).
Cum on the blank space normally occupied by pussy… weird.
Nay, most fitting of a mystical slave would be a facial!
Or in her mouth! Swallowing shows devotion or whatever, probably.
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Language Barrier
Since there might still be some confusion: friendship levels dictate which words can be understood at any given time (which obviously increases by level). As a result, depending on the words used and the complexity of the discussion, characters of middle levels may be able to understand everything or almost nothing in a sentence.
Chapter 16
(~2.6k words, see chapter list here)
You have to take a moment to reassure yourself that all those yandere fanfictions were way out of character, because otherwise you'd be running for the hills already.
"What do you mean, I can't leave?" you ask slowly. Already, you're getting a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.
"Just what I said," the yaksha responds blandly. "You saw, didn't you?"
It takes you a minute to figure out what he's referring to, but then it hits you. Ah. The cliff from before. "Do you mean the whole mountain is like that?"
He gives a single nod, and you grimace. In that case, you did see. Certainly, no one's getting up or down by foot; it was far too steep for that. Furthermore, a portion of the side of the mountain appeared to be delicately concave. You doubt anyone - much less you - could climb it. (In fact, given which nation you're in... you're starting to wonder if it was deliberately built that way. Perhaps this is intended to be a place only certain people can access?)
While you're wondering about this, Xiao reaffirms your initial realization. "If you can't use the thing, you can't leave. That's the only way."
"But- you don't use the waypoi- the thing, right?"
"No, I don't."
"So we can still leave that way, can't we?"
Xiao looks you in the eye and raises an eyebrow. "Can you?"
You pause. It feels like a trick question somehow, but Xiao's not really the roundabout type. "Well, uh... you can, right?"
"If you think I can take you with me, think again."
You feel like he's just pulled the rug out from underneath you. "What??? Why not?" But he's teleported with the traveler before, right?
"Your ikvuru is too kravxw."
"My what is too what?!" A note of panic creeps into your voice, now that your last hope is crumbling in front of you.
In response, the adeptus gives you a discerning look. "Qpog down," he says. His voice is not especially gentle, but it lacks the same harshness as sometimes. He purses his lips. "...I can't say it any vupsqyw. Think about it. You are far more pejvubas than me... even if you can't ipuuvj udypyxe your vubas. No one can ipywou uxopesyroq such poyxroxwfew poxruqupu ikvuru without ugruetuwrag, which is what you're asking me to do." He pauses. "Do you get it?"
Not even a little bit, you want to say, but you run his words through your head again. There's room for interpretation, for sure. The situation must be a lot more complicated than you expected, since he presumably explained the easiest way possible, and you still only caught half of it. But his end message is clear: one way or another, it seems what you're asking simply can't be done.
Is it because you're the Divine Creator?
"Think about it." Who would be capable of moving an all-powerful being through space-time on a whim?
"No one," you say slowly, uncertainly echoing the words you caught. "No one can do it."
Xiao nods once. "Ipxgocu. That's why the things were made."
Your shoulders slump. Welp. That's that, then. There's no way I'm making it down that alive. Looks like my dumb ass is finally going to suffer the consequences of my actions-
Your stomach suddenly gurgles unceremoniously.
-by starving to death on this mountaintop, probably. You grimace. Between the teleportation, the hilichurl encounter, and your time with Xiao, the sun has all but vanished from the sky. The last time you ate was around midday. By now, you probably would've eaten dinner with the others at the inn, but...
"Oh shit, the others." Your mind suddenly jumps back to your poor stranded escort squad back at the inn. You initially planned to send them a message once you got down the mountain, but now... "Xiao, at the inn - uh, the place I came from - there's some people who were with me. Can you please go and tell them what happened and apologize for me?" you say in a rush. "They-"
The yaksha vanishes in a flash of teal light before you have a chance to describe your companions. ...Well, you're grateful that he understood the urgency of the situation, at least. You gnaw at your lip, imagining their reaction to you suddenly up and disappearing. Fuck. Sorry, guys. I didn't think I wouldn't be able to teleport back OR get down. Have they stayed put at the inn, or did they spread out to search for you? What does one do when the person they're guarding literally vanishes into thin air?
Well, panic, probably.
You slide down against the cave wall, internally cringing and apologizing again. You're fairly confident Xiao will be able to find them if anyone can, but between this and the Mondstadt incident, you really need to stop disappearing on people who are trying to help you.
Well, this is the last time, I swear, you resolve. I will not randomly go off somewhere again without at least telling somebody I'm with where I'm going.
...Probably.
You flick a pebble at the wall across from you. It bounces off a jagged edge, skittering across the floor and landing by your foot. You stare at it for a moment before picking it up and repeating the motion.
You're bored.
It's hard to say how long it's been since Xiao left. The last ray of sunlight disappeared shortly after he did, and the minutes crawl by in the darkness of the cave. You don't risk dragging yourself over to the entrance to see if you can catch a glimpse of the moon, though. If there are any more enemies nearby, you're fucked. You could call for the yaksha again, of course, but the two of you are on questionable terms as-is, so you'd hate to incur his wrath unnecessarily.
If you could handle the enemies, that would be another story. But, for whatever reason, whatever powers you apparently have don't seem to work like they're supposed to. Exhibit A: the waypoint. Which could be the fault of the waypoint and not you, but you have your doubts. Especially since...
"Wind," you say, willing a gust of air to sweep through the tunnel. "I mean, anemo. Air. Breeze. Come on, work with me here." You sweep your arm like a catalyst user, but nothing happens except an unhappy grumble from your stomach.
Exhibit B. You lean back against the wall again. You thought maybe if Xiao couldn't teleport with you, maybe you'd be able to teleport yourself in the same way, but it seems that's not going to happen. "That's why the things were made", he said. Are you not actually able to wield the elements, despite being the Divine Creator? Is your golden blood just for show? You already can't understand the language - not really, anyway. And after spending some more time here, it's as you thought before: even if you did manage to learn the language of Teyvat, you'd never be able to speak it. You can already imagine your vocal chords weeping after a single sentence.
Will you only ever be able to interact with this world through (formerly) playable characters?
You sigh, which turns into a shiver. Without the sun, and this high up in the mountains, it's understandably a bit chilly. Maybe you should give your powers another shot.
You sweep your arm half-heartedly. "Pyro-" The cave is suddenly bathed in warm light, and you excitedly sit up straight. Was that me? Did I do that?!
...But no, it's no doing of your own. A small wrapped parcel falls at your feet. "Here," Xiao says bluntly. His face is illuminated by the soft glow of a torch, which he's holding stiffly out, indicating for you to take it. His brow is furrowed slightly, but in this lighting it's hard to tell if he's irritated or if that's merely his neutral face. You take the torch quickly, just in case.
"Did-" you start, but he disappears before you can get any further. You slump a bit at being brushed off, but your attention switches to the abandoned parcel before you can dwell on it too much. It seems to have been wrapped in a haste, tied with a very elaborate-looking bow made of slightly frayed twine. Should I open it?
But then again, it might not even be for you in the first place. After all, the torch was the only thing Xiao specifically handed you. It's entirely possible the package is his, and he just dropped it on accident. If so, you're definitely better off not messing with it.
You eye the fancy bow some more. ...Not exactly Xiao's style, though.
Cautiously, you use your free hand to pull the package towards you. The contents shift - there's multiple things inside. You pull the end of the twine, and the wrapping falls open.
A sweet, smokey aroma fills the cave, and you inhale agressively. Food. Eagerly, you push back the edges and peer inside. Ham, bacon, and sausage are stuffed into the package, along with a pair of chopsticks and a single sprig of mint for decoration. One slice of ham has some kind of sauce drizzled on in the shape of a messy six-pointed star.
Your eyes widen. Die Heilige Sinfonie!
There's no doubt about it. It's Fischl's special dish: identical to the cold cut platter, except it's freshly made and piping hot.
You beam. He found them.
With impeccable timing, the adeptus reappears, holding a flask of water and a thick bundle of fabric in his arms. He barely spares you a glance before setting them down a few feet away and vanishing again immediately. You blink: it's a sleeping bag, along with a small pillow and an extra blanket.
Xiao is a puzzle. You know there's something he's hiding, and his initial cold reaction is admittedly concerning... but despite that, he actually seems quite willing to help you, even if he's being a bit prickly about it. He reminds you a bit of a cat, and you stifle a laugh with a bite of ham.
Thank you, Xiao.
You get about halfway through the meal before he returns again, this time with arms full of tinder. He dumps it all off to the side of the cave before squatting down and starting to build a campfire. "I hungulg the thing," he states.
Damn, he's efficient. Not only did he find your companions as you asked, but he's also anticipated your other needs and acted preemptively, AND he's had spare time to take a look at the problematic waypoint already. All feats made easier by teleportation no doubt, but impressive nonetheless. For someone who spends a lot of time by himself, he's better at taking care of someone than you expected.
"...So...?"
"...Things aren't looking good for you."
"Ah, fuck. It's broken, isn't it?"
He eyes you, and you belatedly realize it's the first time you've sworn out loud. Not very Creator-like of you. Perhaps he didn't understand that word, though, because he continues normally. "No, the thing is fine. Which means the qupfavs is you."
You pale when your mind fills in the blank, but his gaze merely shifts back to his work, completely unfazed. "If you used the thing to get here, you should be able to get back, too. I have no uepg what you did kravb."
You swallow your food. "I don't know, either." It was the exact same thing both times, wasn't it?
He sighs deeply and holds his hand out to you for the torch, taking it to light the now-built campfire. "We'll see bavvaqax. For now, eat. Then sleep." He summons his polearm and strolls toward the cave entrance. "I will be here." He speaks in a matter-of-fact tone, but it's comforting to hear, knowing how diligent he is. The vigilant yaksha truly lives up to his moniker.
It makes you all the more aware of your shortcomings.
"Hey, Xiao." The yaksha turns his head slightly in acknowledgement, but keeps his gaze fixed on the horizon as he takes his place guarding the entrance. You take it as a sign to continue. "I've been thinking. I'm... the Creator, right?" It feels weird to say out loud, especially since no one's been able to confirm it verbally to you yet. "Why can't I leave the same way as you?" Why can't I teleport anywhere in Teyvat at the drop of a hat? Why can't I levitate chunks of rocks and build myself a staircase to get down from this stupid mountain? Why can't I summon even the slightest breeze? "Why can't I do anything?"
He exhales through his nose. "Why could you?"
It's not the answer you expected. "What do you mean?"
He shifts his posture without looking back. "Why would you be able to do that if you haven't learned how?"
...Huh. That... somehow did not occur to you before. In your defense, you'd kind of assumed if you were an all-powerful being, you'd just naturally be able to do cool stuff by wanting it to happen. Apparently not. But then again, most of your assumptions so far have been wrong, so it's no surprise if what he says is true.
If anything, you think it might actually be good news. Now that you think of it, you have a vague recollection of the Traveler being instructed by Paimon, too. Maybe your situation isn't as hopeless as you thought it might be. "In that case, you can teach me, right? Then I can do it."
For a few moments, the adeptus does not respond. In fact, he gives no sign at all that he even heard what you said, merely staring off into the distance without moving. You can't see the expression on his face when he finally sighs.
"No. I can't." His words ring with such a sense of finality that you can't bring yourself to say anything else on the matter. In silence, you finish your (hot) cold cut platter and climb into your sleeping bag while he continues guarding the entrance.
Given your circumstances, you don't expect to fall asleep quickly. But you must feel safe, because it's not long before your eyelids start to feel heavy, and you begin to nod off. You were traveling the whole day, after all.
As you teeter on the edge of consciousness, you think you hear Xiao say something. But the words are distant and quiet, and you can't tell if you heard right, or if it was just wishful thinking in the first place. Or perhaps you're already asleep after all. Regardless, the words stick in the back of your mind.
"Also... I never said I wasn't happy to see you again."
Dread curdles in your stomach at the familiar scene. Your friends and loved ones are gathered before you again, but this is isn't right. This isn't real.
It's a dream, you repeat to yourself, trying to subconsciously block out what you know comes next. A dream. But acknowledging that fact doesn't make it disappear. You are helpless to escape the inevitable, no matter how much you wish it.
No. Not again. I don't want to see this again.
A light breeze ruffles your hair, as if answering your plea. You stiffen at the unusual sensation. This isn't a part of the dream you know.
But the wind brushes your cheek softly, sweeping away a lone tear. Slowly, you begin to relax. And then, one by one... the people fade. The scenery changes, and you're left standing in a field of flowers with nothing but the sound of a distant flute for company.
Ah, is your last thought before you sink deeper into the realm of unconsciousness, it's you.
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Is TLOU the only fandom you are active in? Were you ever in any different fandom at all (just curious). I love the way you write abt Joel, girl. You are my hero here. The way you perceive the man match my heart 101%. I never loved a blog this much. I love you and you are awesome.
Oh, my god, love! 🥹 what the fuck, stop you're making me tear up.
To answer your question... I am not in any different fandom. I haven't been for years. The only fandom I was ever in was "Skins" (the British TV show). I was so head over heels for this masterpiece. (For those who know about this show, I was in love with the 2nd generation, and I loved/shipped Cook and Effy so much). It was back in 2014 (damn, I was just 21).
I wrote a few smut fanfics in this fandom (never posted anything online), mostly because my English wasn't that good back then and I was just trying to dip my toes into this corner of the fandom. I was just starting to learn to use the language, and the style of my writing sucked ass. I didn't even have a writing style to start with, and I was just kind of still looking for the real me in this field. But yeah, Skins was the very first fandom to enlighten me in something like ships and fanfictions.
Until then, I was never really in any fandom, really. Yes, I was having a lot of crushes (be it girls or guys); for example, when I was like 11, I was so into Milla Jovovich in Resident Evil movies. But it had nothing to do with being a fangirl; it was just a quiet crush portrayed by a few pics on the bulletin board above my bed. Mostly because the online life wasn't at reach back in 2004 for me. Nobody in my family had an internet connection, even though it was already in use for everyone. We couldn't really afford it back then, so I was happy just with the magazines and posters of my favorite celebs and crushes.
So TLOU is really the only thing I fell in love with so much to even make a blog about it. I never really made a blog of anything else before. I shared about Skins on my personal Tumblr blog back then, so it kind of became a fandom blog, but only for the short period of time before I grew up and fangirling started to feel a bit off to me. I still love Skins; it has a special place in my heart, but I don't love it as much as I love TLOU. This game drilled a hole into my heart and nestled deep inside (Joel drilled a different hole, if yanno what I mean).
But there is one thing I loved with all my heart even before TLOU, and it's a movie from 2000 called "Ginger Snaps". I fell in love with this movie 20 years ago, and it's been my number one favorite movie ever since—nothing has ever topped it because I have a very special bond to it (no matter how average the flick is). The huge poster of this movie on my wall could tell you the whole story.
The Last of Us means as much to me. I can say with a smile on my lips that this game will still mean everything to me in 20 years, as if no time passed. Like the damn movie.
#i love you... you made my day with these sweet words#the last of us#personal#elliespuns over and out#elliespuns answers
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The Woman with the Pink Hair (Parts 10, 11, 12, and 13 (final))
HERE ARE THE LAST PARTS FOR THE WOMAN WITH THE PINK HAIR! I Sincerely hope you enjoyed <3. I have already started the next story in the series (oooo). Lmk if you wanna see it! <3
This is a Vi x Fem! Reader fanfiction.
Please note that this is the first piece I wrote after a HEFTY (I mean years long) hiatus from writing.
P.S. Lowkey I KNOW there's a bunch of shit I could fix in here to make it better due to my practice over the past year or so, but I just… I'm so lazy rn LOL. Anyhoooooo….
ALSO- here are the TW for you lovelies! (This is for the WHOLE SERIES)-
Violence, mental illness, oral sex, dominant tendencies, torture, kidnapping, plotting?… lowkey there's probably more but you should get the gist here, AS ALWAYS ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK ILY<3
READ PART ONE, TWO, AND THREE HERE->
https://www.tumblr.com/carcarcraziiv2/737189248110821376/the-woman-with-the-pink-hair-p-1-2-3?source=share
READ PART FOUR, FIVE, AND SIX HERE->
https://www.tumblr.com/carcarcraziiv2/738139002294747136/the-woman-with-the-pink-hair-p-4-5-6?source=share
READ PART SEVEN, EIGHT, AND NINE HERE-> https://www.tumblr.com/carcarcraziiv2/739738198020964352/the-woman-with-the-pink-hair-part-7-8-9?source=share
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PART TEN - Vi
"What the hell...?", Vi said lightly, scanning the top deck of the ship she just boarded after returning from her confrontation with Kench. She was not in the mood for anything but a drink and to cuddle up with (y/n). Her stomach plummeted when she saw the small pool of blood a few feet away.
Blind panic fills her soul, and she bolts for the stairs. Please don't be gone. Please don't be gone. She thinks to herself, silently pleading to the Gods she wasn't even sure exists. Basically jumping down the small flight of stairs into the cabin of the ship, she notices it is in disarray. The dark wooden table was flipped, and glass was shattered all over the floor. There was a trail of water from the top deck, down the stairs, leading directly to a dead stop in front of the room the two lovers were occupying.
"Fuck, no no no!" Vi yelled, running down the hallway, and bursting into the room. The armoire was open, but there was no (y/n). "Fuck!" Her hands reached up to her hair, pulling as she fell to her knees. Her shoulders slumped, and she lowered her head and began to cry.
After a few minutes of sobbing, Vi slowly crept up onto her feet again. No emotion on her face, her eyes glazed and icy cold. She walked over to the chest at the end of the bed and pulled it open. Inside were two large fighting gauntlets. She hadn't used them since all of the bullshit with Jayce.
There is no better time than the present, and she was prepared to destroy anyone in her path to finding (y/n).
--- 🖤🖤🖤 ---
"Please! Please! I'll do anything, just don-" Crack.
The sickening crunch that resounded through the dark rocky cavern made you shiver. Prior to what you assumed to have been the untimely death of some other prisoner down here, the voice had sounded like a young woman, much like yourself.
You did not move as you waited to hear anymore sounds, shuffling, or wet slapping footsteps. Waiting nearly 20 minutes, you finally let out a gasp of breath, and crawled back to your corner where a useless excuse for a bed lay on the floor. It was nothing but a long, dirty piece of fabric. At one point, you were sure, it had been padded.
The cell was entirely uncomfortable, and you were sure you had been there for at least a week at this point. You prayed, which you never ever did, for someone to rescue you. The things that you and Vi shared for some reason did not fully convince you that she would want to go through the trouble of rescuing you. Hell, you didn't hardly know anything about her.
Over the days that you had spent here, they had been sending in plates of slop, you weren't entirely certain of its origin, that smelled like absolute ass. The first few days you refused to eat, and Tahm personally came to inform you that if you didn't eat, he would either kill you or let you starve to death. You were sure no matter what you did, you had a death sentence over your head, but due to fear and your hunger you decided after the third day to finally just eat it. After today's food was delivered, a few hours after the confrontation down the hall, you heard those wet sloppy footsteps approaching the iron gate of your cell.
As the steps approached, you quickly scurried to the very most corner of the room, drawing your knees to your chin as you awaited and prayed that the beat would continue past. To your dismay, the large shadow enunciated by the faint candlelight in the hall stopped right before your door.
"(Y/N), I have some questions for you. Do you wish to comply, or are you going to make me force them from you?" The long-winded question reverberated through your body, making you tense up and tingles run down your spine.
You stayed silent. If there was anything you would do, talking would not be one of them.
The creature let out a defeated sigh, and you held still, not wanting to react. Even as a tear began to fall down your face and the creature wabbled inside, and engulfed you in the rancid large mouth, you still did not struggle.
Mind blank, the only thought in your head was how easy it would be to break you. You had the pain tolerance of a baby and were terrified of what he might do.
As Tahm Kench walked, you sloshed around in the small space you were in. You could feel his long tongue wrapped around you like a rope holding you tight. Although slick and slimy, it did not budge when you dared to fidget ever so slightly. You simply squeezed your eyes shut, and forced the rising bile back down your throat as the journey quickly came to a stop.
He spit you out, and again you landed on a hard floor. Before you had the opportunity to take in your surroundings, two gruff pairs of hands were dragging you off the ground and sitting you onto a lone chair. Looking around, your eyes straining from the brightness, you realized that the sun was shining through a broken window to the left. In fact, it appeared that you were being kept underneath a large, abandoned boating house.
You were quickly snapped out of your realization when the monster began to speak..
"Tell me, (y/n), how do you know Vi?"
Silence.
He let out a soft chuckle, and leaned closer to you, the motion looking hard due to the bulkiness of his body.
"I will give you one more chance, child. How do you know Vi?"
Remaining silent once more, you conjured the spit in your mouth and spewed it directly into the monster's face. He took a moment to wipe the spit off of his face. Turning around, his chubby arms resting at his side, he looked over at one of his minions and nodded slightly before continuing his venture to the other side of the room.
Panic blossomed as you noticed what one of them was holding. In its green, wet hand you saw the sheen of a blade. You leaned as far away as you could as the creature approached you slowly, as if it was enjoying your fear. It leaned in, its face mere inches from your own, it raised the knife and pressed it to your cheek, snickering. It began to slowly press in, when you let out a sharp hiss.
"She's my girlfriend," You said quickly, silently cursing yourself for breaking so quickly. As you realized the shit you were in, you prayed that he would not ask any in depth questions that you didn't know the answer to. You knew they wouldn't believe you.
Tahm turned back towards you, a long smile spreading on it's face.
"Good," He said, and you felt he wasn't simply talking about your answer, but more so the ability to break you.
PART ELEVEN- Unleashed
Getting thrown back into your cell, you were wholly torn apart. The evil menace that had captured you picked you up, crumpled you in his palms, and threw you onto the ground. Entirely spent, you could not sleep, not while you knew that those demons were wandering the halls and rooms above you thinking you are hiding some important information from them.
You aren't.
You hadn't a speck of knowledge aside from the things that you and Vi had shared. Kisses, long gazes, conversations about both of your childhoods. You realized, in that moment, that you didn't even know what her favorite color was. What kind of food she liked to eat or where she liked to go to get away from it all.
You decided that when - if - you got out of this hell hole, you were going to make a point of learning all of those things.
Sighing, you wince as you roll over on the decrepit pad on the floor. Your ribs were bruised, at the least, if not having a few broken. Every breath you took caused a sharp lingering pain to blossom in your torso. There were small lashes on your arms, your face, and you were sticky from the sweat and blood covering your skin. As you laid there, tears falling at their own will down your cheek and onto the mattress, you prayed once more for your savior to find you.
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--- VI ---
"Tell me where the hell she is, I don't want this to be harder than it needs to be, Illaoi. Please, please just tell me," Vi seethed, her fists where clenched inside the large foreboding gauntlets. Her heart was racing and breaking beneath her white tank top, her thick arms straining with the stress coursing through her veins.
Before her, Illaoi sat in an old brown leather chair, her legs spread and her forearms resting on her knees. Her fists were held together, acting as a podium in which she rest her sodden and tired face.
"Vi, I don't know where he keeps them. I only know where his base is. I am telling you this because I have been bound to that monster for far too long, and I, too, want to get my revenge. But please, you must call down. He has cronies all over the town, some who may be lingering these very halls. Their hearing is keen and sharp, and they will do anything in their power to protect their boss."
"Do you think I give a single shit about that? Take me to his base," Vi spat, her body unflinching as she gave Illaoi the option, no, the order to take her where she needed to go. She would break through every god damn house in Bilgewater if it meant finding (y/n).
"Vi, I ca-,"
Vi slammed her fist against the wall, making the house shake. Dust fluttered off of the shelves and ceiling, littering Vi's shoulders and arms like sad rain.
"Take. Me. There. Now." She said calmly, but her calm demeanor only hid the wrath behind her eyes so much. Illaoi sighed, standing. She was a tall, muscular woman, and her admitting defeat was anything but that. She was willing to fight for what she believed in, even if that meant risking her life. Vi was proud of her for that and vowed silently to forever be in her favor.
After the woman collected her items and put on a few scraps of leather and gold armor on her arms and chest, they left the small apartment that Illaoi must have called home. Vi had located it after cornering Captain Fortune in a pub a few streets down.
It had been 5 days since Vi last saw (y/n), and she didn't dare think about the possibilities of torture, of death, that have been plaguing her little love. She seethed, gritting her teeth and choking down the lump in her throat. She would not cry, not here, not now. Not while she needs to be strong.
Illaoi led her down a few wary streets, venturing down a few blocks from where they started. They ended up at some old rotting docks, the boards broken and falling into the stinking sea beneath them.
"That boat house, down at the end. That is where Kench and his men do their biddings. I will not proceed, but I will be here, waiting. Yell if you need me, and I will come to you. I will help you, for the sake of defeating Kench."
Vi merely nodded, her fists clenching within her gauntlets as she strode towards the decrepit building. The place smelled this shit, like him, and she was not happy about the concept that (y/n) may be here somewhere.
The thought rattled her, that she could be a mere few feet away and Vi wouldn't even know. She silently begged the gods that she was here, simply so that she could rescue her as soon as possible.
Approaching the large rusted doors, Vi didn't care about silently entering. She slammed through them with her gauntlets, making the whole building shake as the door shattered in front of her. She stomped in, over the broken wooden splinters littering the floor. Across the warn concrete floor, there was a table of cronies playing cards and shooting shit with each other. They all looked up in unison, gaping at Vi before everything broke into chaos.
Two of them approached her, unsheathing sharp twisting blades and stalking in her direction. Vi cracked her neck and rolled her shoulders, and snarled as she began stalking towards her.
The one on the right lashed out, and she quickly parried it by bringing her massive metal fists up and smashing it against its body, making it fly to the wall beside them. It slunk to the ground, grunting with no appearance that it was going to stand. The second one ran at her, and she turned 45 degrees to her right, launching her fist into the creature's face. A sick crunching sound reverberated through the building, and it fell to the ground before her.
It held its nose and whimpered slightly as Vi lent down to grasp its dirty hole ridden shirt. She lifted it, her face a mere inches from her own.
"Where is she?" She snarled.
"I don't know who you're talking about," the creature snickered back. She could tell it was lying and that made her even more feral.
"I will cut out your tongues and feed them to your cowering brothers," she threatened, pointing at the two others who were running towards a door in the back of the building.
A door she hadn't noticed before. A door she was sure led to the very captor she was looking for.
She shoved the monster to the ground, and it grunted on impact as she raised her fist again and punched his face into the ground. When she stood, the creature did not stir. She wasn't sure if it was dead or not, but she didn't care. The other that she had fought was still on the other side of the huge room, its body slouched against the base of the wall.
Quiet, almost silent screams echoed below Vi's feet.
She's here. She's here. She's here.
Vi stormed towards the back of the room, slamming into the door. Those fuckers locked it, she thought. She didn't hesitate for a second as she brought back her fist and slammed it into the iron door. It didn't move but a smidge, and so she hit it again, and again. Finally, the bolts broke from their spots and the door shot open, not falling off of its hinges. A musty, sodden smell drifted up the stone stairs that Vi stood atop of.
Another scream echoed through the chambers below, this time much louder than before. She could hear shuffling, and the sounds of grunting as she assumed whoever was screaming was being dragged away.
She cascaded down the steps, now more alert to her senses as the darkness encompassed her being. She wanted to be quiet enough so that they didn't know exactly where she was. They already knew she was here.
She listened for more sounds, more grunting, more anything. Silence ensued, so she began walking down the dimly lit hallway. She noticed immediately the small iron gated rooms surrounding her. Each had a small sad bed on the floor. Some, there were bones and blood, others were empty. She reached the end of the stretch where another hallway collided with this one, making a T shape. The very last room she peered into before veering down to the left caused her to stop in her tracks.
There, in the middle of the room, as if left as a sign for her and her alone was her jacket. Her dark red jacket she took from one of the first people she encountered in Zaun after getting out of prison.
She was here. Vi could hardly hold back the vomit that threatened to rise in her throat, as she scanned the little stone room. From top to bottom, she could sense that she had been kept in here. Various plates were strewn across the room, rotting food sat on a few of the plates and she grimaced at the thought of (y/n) being forced to eat that trash. Gods know what it was.
Right before she went to continue on her hunt, she heard another blood curdling scream, before a familiar voice yelled-
"Vi? Vi! Please, anyo-," a grunt sounded from that voice, as if being punched in the stomach to quiet her pleas. White hot rage flooded Vi at the thought of someone touching and hurting her girl. Hers.
She zig zagged through a few more halls, before descending a small staircase and bursting through a door that she could hear a ruckus coming out of. The sounds; crying, cursing, and heavy breathing. Vi had to momentarily shield her eyes as brightness flooded her vision. As they adjusted, she took in her surroundings quickly.
There, in the middle of the room, bound to a chair and gagged, was a beaten and bloody (y/n). Her eyes widened at the sight of Vi, and she whimpered, pulling lightly at her restraints. Vi started towards her, her only inclination to free her immediately. At her first step, she heard (y/n) yelling through the gag, her eyes widening and her head shaking vigorously. Vi took another step, and (y/n) closed her eyes and screamed into the gag. Only then did Vi realize there was a crony behind her, using her as a meat shield with a knife to her back.
"Well, well, well," a familiar voice boomed. Vi didn't flinch as Tahm Kench emerged from a shadowed room to the far right that she hadn't noticed before. "It's a pleasure, as always, Vi."
"Free her, Kench. Now." Vi ordered. It merely offered a chuckle in response.
"For a price, child. Everything comes with a price."
"What do you want?" Vi pleaded. She did not plan to go through with anything, other than to get (y/n) as far away from here as possible.
"Your girlfriend here told me a lot about you. About your connections to the one they call Jinx?" Panic flooded her momentarily, and she glanced at (y/n) who only sobbed, her head sagged to her chest. She knew (y/n) was strong and must have endured a lot to say anything. "Although, she wouldn't tell us anything else. About your dealings in Piltover. Pity, if she had cooperated, I would have offered her a clean, easy death. But they never do, do they Vi?"
She shuttered at the thought and burst out of her stance towards kench. She stopped dead in her tracks when 10 other creatures came out of the shadows. Fuck, she thought. She knew Kench could, and would fight too, but she didn't know his moves, what to expect. Thinking for a moment, she knew what she had to do.
She leaned back her head, and as loud as humanly possible she yelled, "ILLAOI!"
A quiet tense aura shifted the place, each of the creatures looking back and forth at one another. A minute passed before Vi cursed again, and a few of them laughed.
"Illaoi? That is how you found us, huh?" Tahm smirked, a hint of distaste lingering in his tone. "She wouldn't dare come down here and face me, not for the like of you."
Just as he finished his sentence, Vi felt the heavy presence of Illaoi's spiritual bonds to the Kraken. The air shifted into a heavy, haunting, foreboding feeling. She turned around, just in time to see the massive woman breach the threshold of the room. She glowed slightly, Vi realized then, and her power was emanating through her and rippling through her room.
Illaoi did not hesitate as she approached Kench. All of his cronies seemed to cower in her powerful presence.
"Release the girl, Kench," She stated plainly.
"You do not understand what you are doing, woman," Tahm said, sounding slightly afraid. Even the great demon cowered in her presence. Vi made note not to fuck with Illaoi.
"I suppose you are going to do this the hard way," She mocked. She must have been closer than I thought. Suddenly, all around the room, large green spirit like tentacles rose from the floor, flapping mindlessly left and right. Illaoi glanced back at Vi, "Take her, and come help me kill these scum."
Vi did not hesitate as roaring combat erupted around her. Her primary focus was (y/n). She stormed over to her, immediately ripping the binds of the gag off of her face. She threw it to the floor and leaned down, making quick work of the bindings around her arms and legs. (y/n) quietly sobbed and looked up through her wet, blood-matted hair at Vi.
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(Y/N)
You couldn't stop crying. Not now, not here. Not while Vi knelt in front of you looking entirely panicked and you couldn't move an inch. Every part of your body ached, and you felt weak from blood loss. You didn't flinch, though, as Vi delicately looped one arm under your legs and the other around your back and carried you towards the stairs. She set you down, on the steps, far enough away to keep you safe, but close enough to be able to monitor you.
"I've got you, baby. I've got you," She brushed a hand lightly over your bruised face, and you winced from her touch. The color drained from her face, and she looked utterly defeated as she stood. "I have to help Illaoi, don't move." You almost, almost, laughed at that. As if you could move if you wanted to. You were so weak, so frail.
Maybe she would teach you how to fight, when this was all over with. You watched her as she turned her back to you, descending the few steps she had gone up. You could see through the doorway the hell that had broken lose. Illaoi had made quick work of the monsters that worked for Kench, the tentacles becoming solid and slamming into them, crushing the majority under their weight. Blood splattered the walls, screeches echoed until all was silent. The only remaining contender was Kench.
Before you, Illaoi shot out what appeared to be a tentacle, much smaller than all the others, towards kench. Before it could reach him, a giant hole summoned below the monster, and he jumped into it. You gasped, then grimaced from that pain it caused your body. Suddenly, you heard a wet thud from above you.
You didn't dare look behind you, you knew who it was already.
"You have caused me quite a bit of trouble, child," he said, his stubby arms wrapping around you. You let out a scream, guttural and otherworldly, as you grabbed the knife that was still attached to your thigh. It had gone unnoticed, or more likely, they hadn't bothered to care simply because you were a weak little human.
Slashing backwards, pure adrenaline made the pain subside slightly as your blade coursed through the thick skin of Tahms face. He let out a disgusting screech, dropping you. Your body rolled aimlessly down the stairs, and you could feel a snap as your arm landed beneath you. You let out a scream and saw Vi and Illaoi running towards you. Through your tears, and the encroaching darkness that was shrouding your vision, you noticed that Tahm was no longer at the top of the stairs.
Before you lost consciousness, you saw the woman fall to her knees beside you, carefully adjusting your body and arm. Relentless pain tugged at your sanity.
"(Y/N), baby, I've got you. I've got you. Let's go home." you heard her voice say faintly. Her tear ridden and bloody face was the last thing you saw before you lost consciousness.
PART TWELVE- Encouragement
Your eyes flutter open, and for a moment you are flustered. You do not recognize your surroundings, and you scramble up against the headboard of the large bed you realize you rest upon. Panting, you clutch the covers to your chest, your clean chest. After a moment, you also notice the pain.
You yell out in pain, and quickly clamp a hand over your mouth. Before the panic could set in, the door at the furthest left-hand corner of the room swings open.
At the threshold, Vi stares at you with wide eyes, panting as if she had sprinted to the room. For a brief moment, you were in shock. Vi let out a soft sigh of relief as she began walking over to you.
You did not mean to, but you shrank from her. The experiences of the last week were still haunting your very being. She stopped in her tracks.
"Baby, you're at my house. You're safe now," Vi said in a cool tone. Her hand was put up out in front of her as if to further reassure your safety with her gesture. It didn't take more than a second for tears to begin falling down your cheeks, cascading down your neck and onto your chest under the shirt you wore.
As Vi walked to the bed and sat on the edge, she placed a hand on your knee. You did not flinch away from her touch as you did when she was walking toward you. Instead, you let your head fall back against the headboard and let out a pitiful sigh through your sobs.
"It hurts, Vi," was all you could muster. You hated sounding so pathetic, but the state your body was in was not one to argue. Vi nodded, and reached her hand up to your face, caressing it far more gently than she ever had before. In that moment, the only thing you could think of to say was, "What is your favorite color?"
She looked slightly taken aback, one eyebrow raised in curiosity. "It's red."
You smiled slightly.
"What is your favorite food?"
"Um... don't make fun of me, but bar food?" she laughed, lowering her head in embarrassment.
"Where do you...escape to?" you said lightly, your gaze landing on her own piercing one. You twiddled your thumbs as she looked at you as if studying what she was seeing. She looked away, out the square window that, to your surprise, had sunlight seeping through.
"I used to leave for stretches of time after getting out of prison. Usually for odd jobs here and there." She looked back at you before she continued. "There is this place here in Piltover, where the trees surround a small lake close to the border of the undercity." She swallowed. "When I got out, I had... a relationship with an officer of one of the Council leader's daughters. They hated me, thought I was scum of the earth.
I would leave Cait's house and wander the streets as if I knew where I was going. No matter where I went, people gave me dirty looks. They knew who I was. What I was. But when I found that place where the grass was green and the only noise was birds chirping and leaves rustling in the trees, I knew I had found my safe space.
That was, of course, until I met you."
You could feel your chest tightening, your heart aching for the harsh treatment she had received from people that didn't know her just because of where she came from. Where you both came from.
"When I met you, it felt like something clicked inside of me. Like a missing puzzle piece had gone into place. Even when I was throwing a fit in that alley way unsure of who you were. When I looked into your eyes in that moment, it felt like we were meant to be there. I was supposed to meet you. Every time thereafter that I saw you and you laughed, I felt that same feeling as I had at the lake. I felt safe."
Tears that had dried on your face became wet again as new ones began tumbling down your cheeks. "Vi..." you whimpered; your mouth downturned in a far too dramatic that's so sweet type of look. "I feel the same way about you, too." You tried pushing off the headboard but hissed in a breath as a shooting pain traveled through your torso. Your arm, luckily, had been put back into place as you were unconscious. It no longer hurt aside from minor aching.
Vi stood, and leaned over you so that her shadow covered your famished frame. Bending her neck, she raised her hand and lifted your chin ever so slightly with a single finger. Her lips pressed against yours so gently. It was as if she was ensuring that she would not break you.
"I am going to go downstairs and grab you something for the pain. You have two options, a remedy from a medic or booze."
You let out a slight chuckle, and replied, "I think it would be smart to take a remedy this time."
After a few minutes of observing the room you were in while she fetched the pain reliever, you came to the conclusion that this was her space. Her familiar (now quite destroyed) red jacket was thrown over the back of a black chair in the corner of the room. You could see spools of white wrapping on a desk that rested in front of a large rounded window, looking over what you presumed to be the city.
"Here you go," Vi said, startling you slightly as she re-entered the room with food and a small bottle of red liquid. "This does not taste or smell great, please don't smell it like you smelt the shit on the ship." She sat beside you once again, popping open the small vile and handing it over to you. You hesitated, almost smelling it before reaching your other hand up and plugging your nose. Throwing your head back as you drank, you sank it back like a shot of whiskey. "Good girl." was all she said in response. You melted at her praise, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. She snickered, no doubt noticing your reaction.
"Patience, baby. Once your better I am never letting you leave my room."
"Promises, promises," was all you said in reply as a sly smile spread across your face.
PART THIRTEEN (FINAL)- Peace
- Spicy -
It has been a few weeks since your expenditure with Tahm Kench. Vi had not lied for the most part, she had not let you leave her side even once after having rescued you. No matter where you went or what you did, she was with you.
"(Y/N)," Vi said, lying next to you on her large bed. She lay on her side, resting her head on a hand and twirling absentmindedly fiddling with a piece of your hair with the other. "You feelin' okay today?"
You nodded in response, turning your head away from your book to peer down at her. "Yeah of course babe, why?"
"After everything, I just want to make sure you're okay. Like... mentally?" She gazed at you with concern lingering on her face, but as if she was trying to hide it.
Contemplating for a moment, you weren't entirely sure. You were certainly glad to be here, but it felt so sudden. Like all of these things had happened so out of the blue. The momentum of your life had been completely overturned, and the experiences of the last few months had certainly changed the way you think about things.
"Honestly... I don't know. I am not scared, but I am not at peace. Do you know what I mean?" You looked at Vi as you talked with your hands. She nodded knowingly in response. "I am just glad I am out of that place, and we don't have anything to worry about. Plus, I feel a lot better physically which definitely helps."
"Good. Do you want to go to that place I told you about? By the lake?"
You recalled the place that Vi had told you about being her hide-away location. Her peace.
"I would love that." You replied with a smile.
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Vi had given you a light sweater to wear, as spring had just arrived and although it was warmer than during the winter the wind was still crisp as it ran across your skin.
Walking through the streets of Piltover, you didn't care to look back at the gawkers and whisperers. You held Vi's hand in yours and felt like the most powerful woman in the world standing next to her. She did not look anywhere aside from ahead, and occasionally over at you to give a faint smile.
Approaching the end of a neighborhood road, the sidewalk curved around with a tall fence guarding from what lay beyond- the forest. You looked over at Vi and raised a brow.
"Am I supposed to climb that?"
She laughed, "My love, there are some obstacles you must overcome before you get to where you want to be."
Although she was right, you still let out a prominent sigh and rolled your eyes to the heavens. She laughed again, bright and vibrant sounds radiating through your skin and bones. You approached the fence, using your fingers and boots to push you up, up, up and over the top. You took a moment at the top, looking over the small road you had come from. No one was watching, and you were thankful that no one was going to see you struggle with such a simple physical activity.
"You ever going to come down?" Vi urged, shocking you from your revery.
"If I fall, will you catch me?" You said in response, nervous flutters racing through your chest. It was ridiculous, as it was only a few feet off of the ground. It felt like a hundred.
"Always." She responded, looking you dead in the eyes. You sighed again, slowly turning your body and descending the opposing side of the fence. Once you nearly reached the bottom, you jumped off the last ten inches and turned to face Vi.
"You have got to help me get into shape, honestly," You smiled, huffing out breaths.
After a tad bit of banter, the two of you continued walking. A thick line of trees sat ahead of you, a sweet whisper of pine lingering in the air. Vi released your hand and began walking forward, beckoning you to follow. You stepped in line behind her as she pushed branches aside and followed a path only known to her.
"Here it is," Vi said, holding back another branch and stepping back as if revealing the area to you. You stepped forward, gawking at your surroundings as Vi stepped up behind you.
"Oh my Gods, its..." You started. You couldn't even find the words. A small meadow filled with Lavender, Honeysuckle, Tulips, and various other flowers rest in front of you. The breeze made gorgeous floral scents waft over to you, instantly relaxing your mind and muscles. A few feet ahead, you could see a round pond littered with lily pads. Across from the pond, the trees finished the circle encompassing the area. It really was a secluded paradise.
"I know, right?" Vi smiled, looking longingly at what lay ahead. She grabbed your hand gently and pulled you with her as she began walking. "Over here there is a perfect place to lay down and look at the stars at night, if you want to stay long enough to do that."
You nodded sheepishly, feeling honored to be taken to her sacred place. As you reached the flat plane of grass that looked almost manicured compared to the rest of the space, she sat down. Gently she tugged your hand to follow suit.
Sitting in silence, you rested your head on her shoulder and looked across the water. It was crazy that all of these things had happened in the span of a few months. Meeting Vi, meeting her sister Jinx, getting kidnapped and tortured... All to lead to this place, next to this woman, who you could not deny you were falling undeniably in love with.
"What are you thinking about, sweet stuff?" Vi murmurs, looking over at you with her head tilted as she lifts your chin with a finger. Your gaze meets hers and you take in her beauty. The small scar that sits on her pink lips, the jewelry in her nose. Her hardened eyes softening only for you.
"I think..." You start, pausing to suck in a shaky breath, "I think I'm in love with you, Vi."
She looks taken aback, her eyebrows raising, and she blinks a few times. You feel heat rise to your cheeks before she smiles sweetly at you. Relief floods you when she responds.
"I think, sweet stuff, that I may just love you, too." Her hand moves to your cheek, cupping your face. You lean into it, closing your eyes for a moment and inhaling deeply. When you open them, you meet her gaze. Her eyes have heated, lids lowering. As she gazes and you through her lashes, she runs her teeth over her bottom lip. "You know... I think you feel better enough that we can consummate our love... the good ol' fashioned way." She sniggers, raising a brow and tilting her head the other way.
"I suppose there is," You reply, trying to sound sultry even though you have no idea what you're doing.
She giggles at your attempt, leaning in close. Your foreheads touch, and for a moment the two of you just sit there basking in each other's presence. You can feel her eyes on your lips, and instinctively you lick them. She lets out a small growl, moving her hand to the base of your neck and pulling you in. Her lips brush yours slightly, and a sigh escapes you. As your lips part, she enters you with her tongue. The two of you kissing passionately, she slowly lays you backward on the grass you sat upon.
Vi wants to cater to you, to love you. She wants you to feel special, but you can tell that there is something else urging her to go faster. She is ravenous to taste you, it seems, as she quickly trails down your body and pulls the pants down that you are wearing. You nearly reach down to cover yourself, but she snaps her gaze up to your own with an intensity so fierce you can't help but feel obliged to let her move forward.
Leaning your head back on the grass, your breathing intensifies as you feel her breath brush against your bare skin. The feeling of being out in the open, in the wild, is exhilarating. You had never experienced anything like this, and you are more than happy to be doing it with her.
Deep in thought, you intake a sharp breath of air as you feel her flat tongue lick you from your opening up to your clit. The world slows, but she speeds up. Your eyes roll back into your head as you reach out a hand a clasp her hair. She lets out a satisfied groan.
"Fuck, baby. You look so fucking hot when I am pleasing you," Vi says quickly, returning to what she was doing. You feel one of her hands travel down your side, past your thigh and to your center. She pauses briefly as she adjusts herself and inserts a finger into you. Vi curves it up, flicking that spot perfectly, making little breathy moans escape your lips as she continues licking and worshipping your clit.
"Vi... Vi I'm gonna...", you start to say, and she looks up at you, breathing against your pussy only to pause for a moment.
"Look at me while you cum, Princess," She urges, returning to that spot. You look down at her, and as she consumes you, you see her eyes meet your own, and you explode into a million pieces. You can't help it, falling back and bucking your hips against her face. She doesn't stop savoring the moment, until you use the hand that was once clenched in her hair to gently stop her.
She smiles, a feline smile as she retreats from your throbbing pussy. You're panting heavily, and she crawls up your body. You think she is going to kiss you, but she brings the hand that she was fingerbanging you with to your mouth. You reach out your tongue and suck your juices off of her finger, and watch as she inhales and closes her eyes.
Using all of the strength you can muster, you grab her wrist and pull her to the side. As she falls over, you giggle maniacally and crawl on top of her. She laughs out loud as if shocked you got the upper hand for even just a moment.
"Now, Vi, let me return the favor? This love... it isn't one sided." Before she can open her mouth to protest, you lean down and kiss her long and hard, letting your right-hand trail down her neck, her breasts, until it brushes over a nipple. She gasps, and you can't help but marvel in the fact that she is sitting here beneath you. Vi looks so stunning, a blush creeping into her cheeks. Her blue eyes are hooded, never leaving your own.
You lean down, unzipping her jacket as you go. You let it fall to the sides of her torso, and slowly caress her bare stomach underneath her white tank top. You pull it up and up until her chest is exposed to you. You had often wondered what she would look like here, as you hadn't gotten the opportunity to see yet. But she was perfect. Her breasts were not big but not small, cute little pink buds were hard as the breeze and most certainly her arousal enticed them. You bit your lip, before leaning down and taking one into your mouth. Swirling around it, sucking, and releasing it with a pop. You turned your attention to the other and did the same thing.
After you were satisfied that she was feeling positively enchanted, you trailed soft kisses down her stomach, stopping at the hem of her pants. You hooked a finger in one of the belt loops and looked up at her expectant gaze. In this moment, you recalled the first time she did this to you.
"Is this okay?" You smiled, and she smiled back. She must have also remembered what she said to you that night on the ship.
"More than okay, Sweet stuff," she said, no louder than a whisper.
You took no time in removing her bottoms, her panties, and marveling at her beautiful pussy. She was so wet, glistening. The thought that you were what caused her intense arousal made you proud. You had no mercy in your fucking her. The love flowed through you and your tongue against her clit until she was crying out your name. You had never heard her sound like that before, so sensual, so free.
After you were finished, you both got your clothes back on. Vi rested her head on an arm as her back pressed against the grass, and you climbed up and onto her chest. Mainly, the two of you were looking at the stars.
"I guess we get to look at the stars, after all," She smiled, and you glanced at her in awe.
"If it's with you, I will do anything." You shifted onto your stomach, resting your chin on her chest so your face was directed at her. "Because after everything we have been through, I have come to realize that you're my escape, too. You're my home."
Vi stretched down, tears threatening to leak from her eyes. You rose up slightly, to accommodate the space between the two of you and shared a pleasant, soft and loving kiss.
You realized, in that moment under the stars, that there was nothing you would ever change about the past. And that the future, no matter what it could bring, would always be better than it could of been before if you were with her.
Your home.
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