#follow your neus

[vanilladove]

❤︎ ₊ ⊹ get free (1/3)

pic creds luvpngs | gif creds akashi-tetsuki

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: asylum patient!nikolai x asylum attendant!fem!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre: v suggestive w/ plot (yasssss); read at your own discretion

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ content warnings: unhealthy relationships, infidelity, slightly yandere(?) nikolai, dubious consent, nikolai himself is a warning lol, also sorry if the asylum! au is inaccurate

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ summary: reader is an asylum attendant and is assigned to their newest admit nikolai gogol. ALSO this fic is heavily inspired by @/cherikolya's fic she's the one i'm running with- pls check it out and support her! also i'm splitting this up into 2 parts bc watching the aot anime has been breaking me and consuming all my thoughts, but i still want to post:( ˚₊‧꒰ა read pt 2 & pt 3 & bonus (bad ending) ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ word count: 5.7k (oops...what can i say nikolai makes me delulu)

"Nikolai Gogol. Age 26. Male. Charged with terrorism, first-degree murder, and treason among other things, but he got off with an insanity plea. Look over his file before he comes in later." The man behind the desk tossed the neat file carelessly onto the acrylic surface, exhaling boredly after giving his monotone rundown.

"I'm being assigned to him? But I already have other patients to take care of!" You inquired, fists forming at your sides as you already imagined the overtime and exhaustion you were going to rack up.

"Attendants don't grow on trees, do they? Don't assume I'll give you special treatment. Besides, I'm handing your other patients off to the new girls, so you'll be able to focus on Gogol. He's high priority." The man butted back.

Tch. You sighed and grabbed the file, mumbling a "fine" and turning to leave his office.

"Goodbye, dear." He spat it out like venom with a forced smile. You glanced back once more at the man: your boss⎯or rather husband⎯before heading out the door. You two were simply a marriage of convenience⎯a business transaction. In exchange for funding to build a new asylum on par with Mersault to rehabilitate criminals, your father had offered your hand in marriage to his business partner's son, who had become entranced by your beauty after seeing you once in your father's office. He wasn't too bad of a man at first, and you both related over your occupation together, but your marriage started to go sour after he realized you weren't just a pretty face or obedient wife, and it worsened after his narcissism and egocentricity started to show. He was too traditional and trapped you in his cage of rules and regulations. Even sharing the same bed and having dinner together couldn't reignite the nonexistent spark between you.

You walked back to your office and closed the door behind you before making yourself some herbal tea to calm your nerves. Laying down on the plush couch in the middle of your room, you looked through your new patient's file, trying to memorize all the details.

Nikolai Gogol, huh? What kind of person are you? You shivered reading the list of his crimes, which seemed endless and cruel.

An hour or so had passed before you heard a soft knock at your door. "Miss?" Another attendant had come to fetch you. "Your patient is waiting for you in the white ward." The white ward was where "high priority" or more dangerous patients were kept.

"I'll be out in a moment!" You called out, getting up from the couch and tidying up the space before fixing your hair and pulling down your uniform. It was a black flowy dress with puffy bell sleeves and a white rounded collar. The dress itself was a bit too short, being designed and chosen by your gross and perverted lovely husband. You walked out the comfort of your office and followed the attendant to the white ward.

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"Miss, this is your patient Nikolai Gogol". The attendant gestured to the tall man standing in the hallway outside of his room. He was strapped and held by two guards, with several others surrounding him holding special guns. He had a neutral smile on his face that turned upwards upon seeing you. You couldn't help but be momentarily mesmerized by the man in front of you. He wore a loose white button up and white linen pants⎯the standard male patient uniform⎯and his white hair was messily layered with a long, neat braid on his shoulder. His eyes were the most captivating to you, one emerald and full of life and the other a dull blue with a scar. Without the jester attire donned in his file pictures, he actually looked quite...handsome and prince-like?

You snapped yourself back to reality after remembering who you were dealing with and bowed slightly, just enough to stop your dress from riding up.

Observing the situation, you could sense the belligerence seething from everyone else. Not that you could blame them, the new patient was a dangerous anarchist. Your personal philosophy was always to treat the patient as humanely as possible in order to build trust and security, so you tried to not think about your new patient's file information. Just focus on diffusing the energy of the space and getting the jester to somewhat like you.

"Hello, Nikolai. I'm your attendant and will be taking care of you for the duration of your stay here," You looked back up and smiled gently at him, starkly contrasting the hostile glares from the other attendant and guards. "Let's get along, okay?"

Nikolai's eyes widened immediately and he tried to move closer to you. "Whaaaa! Nice to meet you, pretty miss! I can't believe such a beautiful girl is taking care of me!" The two guards forcibly stopped him from taking another step and the others pointed their guns at him.

Nikolai frowned and stopped squirming. "Hey! All I did was talk! Put those scary things away!" He giggled as the guards retracted their guns slowly and stuck his tongue out at the other attendant, who looked disgusted yet scared. He wasn't intimidated or scared at all. The guards then opened the door to Nikolai's room and placed him sitting down on his bed. Before you could follow to begin debriefing, the other attendant tugged on your arm lightly.

You turned back at looked at her. She had a fluffy blonde bob, light green eyes, and freckles. Lacey, one of the young new hires your husband mentioned earlier. "Um Miss, aren't we supposed to follow the script when interacting with patients? I thought smiling at them and speaking casually promoted unwanted feelings and was unprofessional?" You cringed, loathing that she sounded just like your husband when he was lecturing.

You shot her a fake sugary smile, "Oh, yes, I usually just take a softer approach with more unstable patients. Don't want them to stab you in the back immediately, do you?" You tried to answer lightheartedly, but your efforts clearly failed by the way Lacey had a horrified look on her face from your little joke, like it was the worst answer you could've said. You awkwardly coughed and put your hand on her shoulder.

"Right, thanks for reminding me, Lacey. It's great that you remembered the boss's words." Rolling your eyes once your back was turned to her, you stepped into Nikolai's room. You already dreaded Lacey telling your husband about you deviating from protocol and the long talk he would have with you at home.

"Four of us will be staying here to observe the debrief, Miss. This man is dangerous." You nodded as each of the four the guards stood in a corner of the room and the rest filed out of the room. You pulled up a stool and sat down, giving your new patient a run down of his daily schedule and how the asylum operated. The whole time, his eyes watched you excitedly like a puppy and he giggled and nodded frequently in between your sentences. It was strange and unsettling, but you were slightly relieved you didn't have to deal with an aggressive patient.

Scooting closer to Nikolai, you pulled out a small water bottle and a case of different pills. "These are your daily meds, Nikolai. I'll come to give these to you every morning at six before breakfast. I'll monitor your progress and adjust your dosage as time goes on." He nodded as you stood up and placed the water bottle on the stool, putting on a white latex glove and pouring the pills out into your hand. "I'm going to be administering them to you just for today. Open your mouth and don't close it until I'm done, okay?"

"Okay, missy! I'll be a good boy and try not to bite your pretty fingers off!" Nikolai perked up and giggled like a child getting candy. You mentally cringed and prepared yourself for the worst as you stepped towards him. What could you expect? This man was dangerous and had no reason to listen to you. The guards tensed up as you moved closer and pointed their guns at the jester's face. You swallowed as Nikolai opened his mouth, obnoxiously saying "ahhhhhhhh" and bouncing in his spot lightly.

Heartbeat increasing, you placed your free hand under Nikolai's jaw, thumb supporting his chin and lifted his face up slightly to you as you dropped the pills into his mouth. Mind racing and anxiousness clouding your vision, you missed the way he gaze softened. He closed his mouth and leaned into your touch more, nuzzling your delicate fingers. You swiftly pulled away, turning your head back to grab the water bottle behind you, attempting to hide the light rose that dusted your cheeks, unsure of whether it was from fear or embarrassment. Nikolai's eyes were still intently on you, so you secretly hoped he had missed that.

As you opened up the water bottle and stepped back towards Nikolai again, he shook his head. "I already swallowed them, I don't need any water, miss attendant." He opened his mouth again to show you proof before you sighed out an "okay" and tightened the cap back on. You grabbed the empty pill case before gesturing to the guards to put their guns down. They complied and two came over to slowly undo the restraints on his upper body, making sure to hold him back immediately after.

"Well, Nikolai, that's all for today. Thank you, and I⎯"

"Whoa, missy, you have a ring! Too bad you're already married!" Nikolai interrupted, his head poking up but quickly being pushed down by one of the guards. You cursed yourself silently as you froze in place. Since you had to move around a lot and constantly clean, you wore your wedding ring on a simple gold chain as a necklace instead. It was usually tucked under your uniform, but it must have slipped out when you were laying on your couch earlier. You cleared your throat awkwardly, tucking your necklace back into your uniform and trying to get rid of the instinctive frown on your face that appeared anytime your partner was mentioned.

"Yes, I'm married. Anyways⎯"

“But you held my face so lovingly just now. Won't your husband get mad? You're supposed to do that to him, not your new captive, right?"

You tightened your fists at that.

"That man…does he treat you well, pryntsesa?" Even though his head was held down, his dark gaze still cut into you, now not as innocent as it was before. You were sure the cheeky man was smirking too, taunting you with an otherwise harmless question.

You let out a fake laugh and an even faker wide smile in response, just eager to leave and go home now. Whatever charm you had your patient initially under had clearly faded away. "I'll see you tomorrow at six, Mr. Gogol." Nikolai's smirk turned down after hearing the name change, but quickly turned back up again followed by loud hysterical laughs⎯unbeknownst to you, who had already left his room.

"So the little ptashka wants to play games, does she?"

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"Thanks for dinner, dear." Your husband said, wiping his mouth with a neatly folded handkerchief.

Shocking. Is he being...nice?

"Of course, I've already packed your lunch for tomorrow, too." You replied, occupied washing dishes and organizing the kitchen again.

"So, how was your first encounter with Gogol?" He inquired, walking over to you to put his dishes into the sink and lean against the counter beside you. You stopped for a moment, surprised he was making conversation with you today, as he usually retreated back to your shared bedroom or went to the living room to watch the news.

You were about to start until you noticed his brows furrowed and his arms crossed. You took your rubber gloves off and placed them next to you.

Oh boy, he's about to lecture me, isn't he?

"What are you really trying to say?"

He exhaled. "Well, Lacey⎯"

That snitch. You couldn't believe her.

"Ahhh, Lacey. The sweet young new girl you hired as extra help. What about her?" Your spouse's eyes narrowed.

"Respect your coworkers, dear. Lacey told me about your unprofessional interaction with Gogol. Smiling at a murderer and treating patients as friends doesn't exactly align with the asylum's values, now does it?" He said sternly.

"I was just trying to immobilize him. You can't exactly make a patient trust you when everyone's just shooting daggers at them, y'know?" He didn't look convinced. "Besides, this has always been my approach since I started in this field, and it's never failed me. You more than anyone should know I have the most successful recoveries among all the staff."

"Fine. Just make sure your unorthodox tendencies don't rub off on the other staff." He looked down at your neck. "And don't tuck your necklace under your uniform anymore. Don't want all the delinquents getting the wrong idea. You're off the market now" He lifted the chain of your necklace and traced the outline of the ring before letting go and walking to grab his coat and a pack of cigarettes.

"Going outside for a smoke break. You should get to bed and get some sleep for the long day tomorrow" He replied before walking out the door, your eyes following him.

You didn't miss the way he swiftly grabbed the keys and fixed his hair before leaving.

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"Good morning, dove!" Nikolai chirped upon you entering his room.

"Good morning, Nikolai. Did you sleep well?" You asked softly, taking his medication out and handing it to him, along with some Ukrainian candy.

"Mmhmm, yes I did! I had a sweet dream, too, doll, but I can't tell you what it was about!" He said excitedly. Used to his antics, you only laughed in response and watched as he took his pills⎯still without water for whatever reason and unwrapped the minky binky candy, popping it into his mouth.

Five weeks. That was how long it'd been since Nikolai was admitted to the asylum.

Despite your initial worries of dealing with a monster, you and Nikolai had gotten along quite well. He seemed to only listen to you, though, much to the dismay of the other attendants. It was beneficial for you though, since it meant you didn't have to work overtime seeing to other patients.

Nikolai had developed a habit of calling you by anything but your name, bestowing several different pet names on you⎯a new upgrade from "miss" and "missy".

He also became increasingly touchy with you as well: constantly holding your hand⎯intertwining his fingers with yours, braiding your hair, and hugging you when he felt "cold". Perhaps you were desensitized to it or just touch starved, but you rarely complained about it. You would rather keep him happy and easy to deal with, anyways.

"Look, pretty girl, I finished all my meds!" Nikolai exclaimed as he opened his mouth to show you proof that he swallowed them all.

You gave him a friendly smile. "You aren't having any bad side effects from your meds, are you?" You found it a bit odd that Nikolai's dosage never changed, since no one could pinpoint his exact condition. It made your job easy, though, so you tried not to think much about it.

"No ma'am. I had some trouble sleeping at first, but it's all gone now!" He stood up from his bed and watched as you straightened it up⎯simultaneously checking for anything suspicious. There never was anything somehow.

His hands loosely wrapped around your waist as he pressed himself against your bent back and rested his chin on your shoulder, causing you to push your hands into the sheets and wrinkle the thin blanket. You let out a surprised squeal when you felt his warm breath on your ear.

"Love, can we eat breakfast in the courtyard today?" He whispered softly, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You felt yourself blushing as you turned around and pushed him away, his hands still remaining on your waist.

"Y-Yes, N-Nikolai, we can go to the courtyard today." You said, finally stepping away to be free of his touch just for him to hold your hand. He flashed a happy smile at you while skipping out the door, tugging you along with him.

"Yayyyy! Me and ptashka are going on a date~"

"...It's not a date, silly." You replied back, blush still faintly across your cheeks.

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You inhaled the fresh courtyard air, still holding hands with Nikolai as you walked on the cobblestone path. His breakfast to-go box and your lunchbox were on the nearby bench; you both already ate, but Nikolai basically ate most of your food, claiming the dining hall food was "stale and dry" compared to the pillowy cream puffs you'd brought.

"Wahhhh! Look at the fishies, dove!" Nikolai exclaimed, waving his finger at the koi fish swimming in the fountain. They eagerly swam towards him, probably thinking he was going to feed them. He giggled, eyes focusing in on two of the fish.

"Don't those two look like us, love?" You were snapped out of your previous trance and looked down to see a black koi fish and a larger white koi fish together cuddling into each other.

"Oh, I guess they do. Because of our uniforms, right?" You looked back up to Nikolai to see him frowning and still staring at the fish.

"No, dove, because they're in love..." He said lowly, to the point where you almost couldn't hear him. His gaze softened as he looked back down at you and cupped your face gently.

In love? Us?

Eyes widened, you felt confused as you looked away, not sure how to respond or think. The sudden action caused Nikolai's hands to drop away from your face. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see his disappointed face as you stammered, "We're not in lo⎯"

Your eyes flew open again as you felt something hard in your hand.

A bouquet of lavender roses was in your hand, with Nikolai giving you a big grin with his hands behind his back. "Pretty flowers for my pretty girl." You blushed, forgetting about what had just happened. You had always loved roses and their romantic charm.

When was the last time your husband brought you flowers?

"Lavender roses symbolize delight and love at first sight. They remind me of you." Your eyes widened again as you looked up, Nikolai turning serious and gazing at you affectionately, like you were really lovers.

You found yourself getting lost in his heterochromatic eyes. Somehow, you felt peaceful like this. Even though he was a dangerous criminal. Even though your heart was already sworn to another man.

"Thank you, Nikolai. They're beautiful." You said smiling at him, this time being genuine and not passive. You were falling into a serene state, only able to focus on him. His action had somehow touched your conflicted heart and put you in a good mood.

He laughed happily in response, pleased by your reaction. "You look lovely when you smile like that, sweetheart." He pulled your other hand back to the bench so you could sit.

"Also, you should give me a nickname, too. I have so many, but you only call me Nikolai~" He pouted, scooting next to you on the bench.

"Hmmmm...What should I call you then? Niko? 'Lai? Nikolas...?" You pondered, both of you slightly cringing at all of the options, each one sounding worse than the previous one.

"I know!" Nikolai exclaimed, grabbing your hands⎯still holding the flower bouquet⎯and clasping them together, "Kolya. Call me Kolya. That's what my close friends and family would call me!"

Family? You mean the ones you murdered? You tried to shake the thought.

"Kol⎯Ahh!" You cried out as you felt a deep prick on your left ring finger. You pulled your hand away from Nikolai's and dropped the bouquet, watching the blood drip down your finger and down to your thigh.

Nikolai's eyes filled with concern, "Love! You're hurt!" He rushedly rummaged through his breakfast box and his pockets, trying to find a napkin to stop the bleeding. You tried to calm him down, telling him you were fine, but he wouldn't listen.

Suddenly, he seized your left hand and brought it to his mouth, closing his lips around your ring finger. Shivers ran down your spine as you felt him running his tongue over your finger, getting every last drop of blood and kissing the spot slowly when he finished.

Heat rushed into your cheeks as the air felt thick, no longer serene and peaceful. Nikolai's eyes darkened, and an unreadable expression fell on his face.

"There's still some there, dove." He gazed down at the blood that had dripped onto your thigh. Your stomach churned at the thought of what he would do next as he pushed you down onto the bench and brought his lips to your inner thigh, leaving soft kitten licks all over the spot and lightly groaning.

"Niko⎯Kolya, s-stop⎯" You tried suppressing the moan threatening to spill out from the contact on your sensitive skin. You tried to push him away softly, but he wouldn't stop, now pressing light kisses that travelled up your thigh to your sweet spot. He was getting close. Too close.

You pushed his head away, not trying to be soft anymore, and sat up again, moving to the far side of the bench. You pulled down your dress again to cover your now reddened thigh.

"W-We can't do this. It's wrong. You're my patient, and I'm your attendant. And..." You hesitated, regaining your composure, "...And I'm married." You said, biting your tongue. The gold necklace suddenly felt heavy around your neck, like it was pulling you down.

Nikolai laughed bitterly, "You don't love him though, myla. He's kept you trapped in a cage. Is that what you want, dove? Do you want to be trapped in his cage?"

"I⎯"

"Miss! Mr. Gogol! There you two are! We've been looking everywhere for you both. There's a group wellness activity starting for all the patients, and they're waiting on you." You turned around to hear a familiar high-pitched voice.

Lacey. The snitch new girl.

You put on a fake smile. "My apologies, I completely lost track of time. Lacey, you can escort Nikolai to the group's meeting spot. I'll be retiring to my office for the rest of the day." She nodded as you grabbed the bouquet and your lunchbox and took one last look at Nikolai before standing up from the bench and turning away, "I'll see you tomorrow, Nikolai." You didn't wait for a response back.

It felt too awkward. Everything felt confusing; you knew your place but you also wanted to be free. You liked Nikolai but you didn't know if those feelings could be considered love. You surely didn't love your husband...

All you could do was hold onto the roses and gaze up at a dove flying across the sky. For a moment, you wished to be like that dove. To be elegant, at peace, and loved.

You wished to be free.

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Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to scan your access card and enter Nikolai's room. Today was a special day, after all.

"Good morn⎯"

"Love! You're finally here! I was waiting for you~" Nikolai exclaimed as he lunged towards you, burying his face into your neck. He wasn't wrong; The extra time you spent collecting your thoughts and debating going in or not made you two minutes late.

You lightly pushed Nikolai away⎯not before he caught your hands and intertwined them with his again⎯and tried to put a neutral smile on your face. "Nikolai, I have good news for you."

His face lit up as he clasped your hands and brought them towards his chest, "What is it, dove? Are you divorcing your husband and leaving him for me?" He shook your hands excitedly as you eyed him disappointingly. He really wasn't going to drop this lovesick act, was he?

You shook your head and cleared your throat, "No, as a reward for good behavior, you can choose a special place to visit and an item to keep in your room. Your options are the courtyard, the gy⎯"

"The library. I want a book to read." Nikolai stated, suddenly turning serious, taking you slightly aback; you didn't take him as the type to be able to sit still and read for a long time.

"Alright, the library it is then. Take your meds first, and then we can go, 'kay?" He nodded excitedly as you turned away from him to make his bed and do the usual check. Nothing suspicious, as usual.

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The guard greeted you both as you approached the grand library doors. It was an old wooden room with tall glass windows that contrasted the relatively short bookshelves. It wasn't exactly a popular destination for patients, so the books were mostly dated and collecting dust. The natural light inside made it one of your favorite break spots during your trainee days, so it was a bit nostalgic for you.

"There are security cameras around the library, but radio in if anything happens." The guard explained sternly, looking over at Nikolai and then you, "Do you need assistance with your patient, or will you two be fine alone?"

You shifted your gaze over to Nikolai, who had a slightly mischievous smile on his face but maintained a serious expression. "We'll be fine alone. He'll behave." The guard nodded at you before opening the door and letting you two in. The door shut firmly and you tried to grab Nikolai's hand, but he dashed away from you towards the large stained glass window before turning to face you.

"It's so big in here, ptashka. I haven't been in a library in sooooooo long. I actually love to read, y'know?" He said, smiling and motioning for you to join him. The colorful stained glass reflected on his face, casting multicolored kaleidoscopes on his face.

You joined him, admiring his beauty momentarily before leaning against the window and crossing your arms. "I didn't know that, no. To be honest, I didn't think you were much of a reader.." You said lightly with a giggle.

Nikolai grinned back, "Heh. There's a lot you don't know about me, dove." He looked away, lowering his voice a bit, "But that's fine. You'll have plenty of time to learn everything later~" You looked at him confusedly, not quite catching what he said, but you remembered the reason you came and grabbed his hand again.

"Anyways, was there a particular book you were looking for? I know this place pretty well." He laughed in response.

"Ah, is that so? Well, I'm looking for The Overcoat. It's my favorite book." Nikolai said proudly, like he was trying to impress you with his literature selection.

"The books are sorted by last name. Do you know the author?" You asked, leading him towards the bookshelves. Nikolai just squeezed your hand and started skipping forward at a fast pace, practically dragging you behind him as he started giggling hysterically.

"Nope! Not a clue, hehe~" You paused and frowned at him. Who didn't even know the author of their "favorite" book? "The genre's fiction, though, if it helps~" Nikolai said giddily, turning towards you and swinging your arms from side to side. You sighed and slowly headed over to the fiction section. There were about 1,000 books to go through, so you weren't exactly too excited. Not that it bummed you out too much, though, since your husband had asked you to help the new girls clean if you finished early with patient duties. You supposed you'd rather spend your time with Nikolai finding his book.

You both agreed to search the shelves simultaneously, Nikolai looking on the higher shelves and you on the shorter ones. The space between shelves was quite narrow, making his chest rub against your back several times. He wasn't shy either, grabbing your hips to maneuver past you, causing you to jolt when he pressed himself behind you.

Starting to lose count of how many books and shelves you'd checked, you were falling into a tired daze until Nikolai's sudden shout woke you up. "I found it, dove! I'm the winner! Me, me, me!" You looked over to Nikolai, who now had his book in his hands, and shot him a relieved smile.

He hurriedly headed towards you as you gave him some congratulatory praise. "Guess our work's done here, then. Let's get some lunch and call it a da⎯"

He hugged you suddenly, making you yelp as he giggled and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back against him. He leaned in by your ear, squeezing you tighter, inhaling your scent, "Say, dove, do you still have the roses I gave you from the courtyard?" You perked up toward him as he smiled, awaiting your response.

You did. You'd placed them in a small glass vase⎯trimming the thorns off⎯and put it on your dresser. Somehow, the sickly sweet smell was stronger in your room than it was in the courtyard. "Yeah," you smiled, "They're in a vase by my dresser. I couldn't bring myself to get rid of them because of how beautiful they were." Nikolai snickered at that, delighted that you'd cherished his little gift.

He slowly smirked, "Your husband doesn't give you flowers, does he?" You tensed up a bit under his arms but relaxed again, frowning and looking down.

"No, he doesn't. I think the last time was during our honeymoon." Nikolai cuddled into your neck after that, rubbing your sides like he was trying to comfort you.

"What a shame, love. You should leave him for me. He doesn't deserve you." Nikolai said, his teeth barely grazing your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Was the space always this narrow?

"I can't. It doesn't work like tha⎯"

"Why not, though? Leave him for me. I'm actually perfectly sane, y'know? I know how to make you happy, how to free you from his cage..." He paused, "How to touch you..." His hands on your waist trailed down, pushing your skirt up higher.

"H-hey!" You stammered, stopping his hands from going further with your own, "We can't do this. There are cameras here." You anxiously looked around, trying to find them, but Nikolai's hand grabbed your face and pulled it back down to him.

"Shhhhhh. Stop worrying, myla. This is a blind spot. It's covered by the light, see?" He tilted your face up slowly again toward the camera, which was in fact covered by a big, dusty lantern. How convenient.

He pushed your skirt up again and grinded himself on you, and you swore you could feel his bulge pressing up against you. "You've been driving me crazy, dove, since yesterday I've only been able to think about you," he grunted, slipping his hands into your loosened dress and under your lacy bra to palm and squeeze your breasts. "The sounds you made...I wanna hear them again."

Your head was screaming at you to run away and get the guard, but you couldn't ignore the wet spots on your matching lace panties from your arousal. To be honest, you didn't remember the last time you'd been this intimate with anyone, and your body was clearly craving touch. Your breath hitched as Nikolai kissed below your ear, working his way down to the crook of your neck. You were starting to feel lightheaded.

Becoming more desperate for a reaction, Nikolai suddenly pinched your sensitive nipples and bit down on your neck, causing you to yelp in pleasure. "A-ahh K-Kolya⎯" The sudden impact caused you to push back against his clothed member and grip onto the sturdy shelf in front of you for support. You could feel him grinning in satisfaction, letting out a low groan.

"Mmm there's the pretty noise I wanted to hear~" Nikolai replaced his lips with his tongue, trailing slowly up and down your neck as you kept bucking against him, needing more friction. "Dove," he heaved as you mewled upon feeling his tip brush against your clit through eachother's clothes. He couldn't handle seeing you start to lose yourself. "F-fuck, kiss me".

Nikolai grabbed your hips suddenly and turned you around, so your back was against the wooden shelf. You looked up at his face; he was panting heavily, eyes filled with lust, and a few strands loose from his usual kept braid. The sight of him made your cheeks flush and your panties even wetter. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in, bringing one hand to his lips and tracing his bottom lip with your thumb. You gazed intently at his lips. Just one kiss will be fine, right?

Both of your noses were practically rubbing against each other as Nikolai started to dip down. "Kolya, I⎯"

BAM!

You instinctively pulled away as you recognized the sound of the old library door being kicked down. As the stomping of the guards' boots grew closer, you pushed Nikolai off your body and fixed your dress. Nikolai shot you a surprised glance as the guards knocked down the heavy bookshelves to open up the space around the two of you, eliminating the narrow confines. You couldn't process what was happening as five guards circled around Nikolai, drawing their guns and pointing them at him as he put his hands up. Another guard was slowly approaching you, lifting the walkie talkie up to his mouth.

"06, copy. Patient Gogol has been surrounded and apprehended successfully. We're on our way to the interrogation room," He glanced over to you, still sitting down in shock, "His attendant's here, too. We'll bring her to you, Boss."

Boss? Your husband? Shit, had you been caught?

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even notice Nikolai being handcuffed and pushed out the door⎯or the way he looked back at you⎯until the guard put his hand on your shoulder and called out your name. "Miss, we need to get going. We'll explain everything once we're with the boss again." He helped you up as you trailed slowly behind him with a churning stomach and The Overcoat clutched tightly in your arms.

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write another part for Otter creator! Like maybe them with Furina and Neuvillette having a tea party or something! (Possibly Wriothesley[?]!!), and they start realising more! (If Wriothesley’s there he should be oblivious for a bit!)

The Otter Chronicles Pt. 1

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૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Otter Reader x Fontaine

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 1.3k

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff, yandere-ish behavior (really straining the term here), itty bitty bit of angst

“Tea party, hooray!” It was easy to see that Furina was excited.

Because today was the day for your first REAL tea party. Not just locked in a room with her for a day.

And yes you meant a literal day. Like a whole ass day.

Anyway-

Her and Neuvillette were going to FINALLY take you to meet Wriothesley! Yay! It was just a date to take about some royal officiant bullshit you couldn’t bring yourself to care about, but as per usual, they refused to take you out of their sights.

So here you were, getting all dolled up in Lady Furina’s lap. A new bow tie, a fancier hat, and somehow Otter friendly makeup.

Where they found it? You don’t know. Did they make it? You’re 99.9% sure they had it commissioned. Do you look good with cate eye eyeliner? Hell yes.

You were now being carried in the Otter Pack™️ (a rather large and plush satchel that Neuvillette carried around, filled with lush blankets and pillows and only the FINEST toys for you to play with) with your head sticking out of the top, your fur freshly combed and oiled. Neuvillette’s fingers curled through what wasn’t covered by the hat.

Hell, you even had on some adorable golden and lapis embedded clip on earrings - they wouldn’t dare pierce your ears for fear of hurting you and damaging your hearing.

People cooed at you in your Otter Pack™️ and you sucked that shit up, you were basically drowning in sparkles!~ All the while Furina and Neuvillette spoke above you.

“Are we sure we should bring mon preux chevalier? I mean, naturally we should share their beauty with the world but… in a place filled with criminals..?” Furina spoke in a hushed tone, not wanting you to hear her.

“I understand my Lady, but there is no one to trust to take care of them. Who will give them their favorite treats? Shine their coat? Scratch their tummy? No can do it the way we can, Lady Furina. Besides, we are here for only a Tea Party, it should only last around two hours with the matter we must discuss. Three hours at the latest.” Neuvillette replied. Though in truth, he had just as many issues with the whole situation.

It truly was a shame no one was as capable to take care of their darling Otter as them. *Dramatic sigh in French*

Arriving at the entrance to the Fortress of Meropide, the duo were ushered inside and directly into Wriothesley’s office.

“Lady Furina! Monsieur Neuvillette! How nice it is to have you in humble prison. Please, follow me.” Wriothesley smoothly opened the conversation, leading the duo to his tea table. Finally, he noticed the Otter Pack™️.

“*Ahem* I see we have a… guest?” Wriothesley mused. See he hadn’t been on the surface for a bit, and news travels slow beneath the waves, so had had no clue of the big hydro duo’s new friend.

“Yea. This is Le superviseur officiel du jury du palais de justice de Fontaine. La Loutre de l'Opéra Eclipse*.” Neuvillette responded curtly. You chittered happily at the title you had just been given as off the last trial held. And Wriothesley only sweated at the long title.

“I… see. Anyway, if we are ready to begin…” And with that you stopped listening.

You had been here for barely a few minutes and you were already bored. See, usually with Furina, something would be happening. Something spectacular! Or intriguing! Never had you seen her in such a… boring environment. Hell, you could tell she was bored but you supposed that being an Archon came with other bullshit jobs other than being pretty and revered.

You hopped out of the Otter Pack™️ and snuggled up in Neuvillette’s lap, and noticed the extra teacup in front of you. Chittering, you sniffed and licked at it, then curled up once more.

You were trying to hide your boredom, but seemed to be failing as you felt Neuvillette’s fingers comb through the fur on your back. You basically purred at the affection, before sighing. Furina turned to you and called out to you.

“Mon ange? Are you bored? Well I, Furina, have just the cure!~” She said in a sing-songy tune. After, she waved her hand and in a puff of hydro, Gentilhomme Usher, Surintendante Chevalmarin and Mademoiselle Crabaletta were summoned.

You jumped up, messing up your hat and allowing Neuvillette to fix it, before the four of you jumped up to play. The three swam around you in the air while you followed quickly on the floor, causing the three to laugh. Though, Neuvillette noticed something.

Now, already he and Furina noticed you were smarter than other Otters, being able to understand human speech. You could solve puzzles, and once you had even helped solve a rather hard case! But this was… something else.

Gentilhomme Usher, Surintendante Chevalmarin and Mademoiselle Crabaletta and even Singer of Many Waters could speak… kind of. They had their own little babbly language that only Furina could only understand sometimes, and even then it was rocky. That’s why they mostly acted out their wants and needs with over the top gestures… but you.

An otter.

Could understand them perfectly.

You weren’t the only otter they had been summoned around, but then those otter would run away or stay around in curiosity.

But you could understand everything.

You could understand what a god couldn’t.

And that’s when something inside the Dragon Sovereign clicked.

He had been an avid follower of The Creator. The one Above all. Listening gently to all their false promises of bringing his brethren back. If fixing this world of its problems. He would watch as they only cared for themselves. As they punished anyone who went against them. Punished the innocent. As they lavished in the foods and clothes and jewels bestowed upon them by their followers.

Yet the flowers wouldn’t bloom in their presence. The wind wouldn’t blow gently through their hair. The ground and earth wouldn’t stop its quakes. The water would calm its waves. The lightning wouldn’t slow its descent. The fires wouldn’t lower their flames. The ice wouldn’t smooth over and slow the snow.

In fact, flowers would wilt when around them. The wind would whip into windstorms and the earth would rumble with ferocity. Water would rise to heights uncharted and lightning would strike behind their heels. Flame would rise higher and higher and fill the air with ash and snow would turn to hail, ice turning to sharp points around them.

It was the opposite with their darling Otter. He knew something was… not quite right with them. They always had this feel about them.

The melusine would act weirdly about them. Giving them wider smiles and now that he was thinking about it truly… they seemed to always know what they wanted. Even the Clockwork Meka would bow in their presence. When they swam it was always as though the current would work with them, and fish and other creatures of the sea would always surround them, following behind them… almost like…

A veil.

A veil that matched the one their creator always had on in every art of them.

On any statue.

In any painting.

In any description in every book.

They always had a veil.

And glancing at their beloved otter?

Their blue tuff of fur? They lined their back? Combined with the flowing fabrics of their top hat?

Created a veil.

“Excuse me Wriothesley, me Lady Furina must go discuss something. Please keep an eye on ma moitié for us please.” Neuvillette spoke quickly, gently gripping Furina’s arm as she protested, and they both left the room.

You and the three summons looked at the closing office door, then at Wriothesley. He stared back.

“Uhm… hello there, little otter.”

You only chittered in response.

And as Neuvillette and Furina rounded a corner, the Sovereign pressed a hand to her complaining lips.

“My Lady, firstly, my sincerest apologies for dragging you out here. Secondly, I believe I have made a… shocking discovery about our ˈbābē…” Neuvillette’s voice was hushed, making Furina nervous.

“What.. what do you think you found..?” She asked.

“I believe… our darling Otter… is the true Creator…”

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Hehehehe… How will Furina react to this knowledge? What with Neuvillette do with this information? And will Wriothesley ever get over seeing an Otter so close to his Archon? Tune in next week to find out!~

Anyway, I love this and where it’s going! I haven’t had to write any angst and I feel it coming now! Hehehe ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

* The official Jury Supervisor of the Courthouse of Fontaine . The Otter of the Opera Eclipse

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Turning The Water Red

Listen with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

Warnings: Neu terms, intersex/trans woman reader (written with both groups in mind), smut, shower sex, established relationship, anal play, reader has a vagina, reader has a prostate, dirty talk, begging, creampie, fluff at the end.

Creepypasta Kinktober Prompt: Shower Sex/Anal

Pairing: Jeff the Killer x Reader

It was late at night when Jeff came home. You were on the couch reading a book when you heard him thump into your room. You heard him move around before opening your bedroom door and spotting you in the living room. "You DO realize that you can come through the front door like a normal person instead of my bedroom window, correct?" You ask with a smile, putting a bookmark in your book and shutting it softly. You heard his raspy laugh as he came up to you and tilted your head back. You melt into his kiss, his lips moving over yours as you hum into the kiss and kiss him back.

The scent of copper hits your nose and you make a noise, causing him to pull back. "You're coated in blood aren't you?" You ask with a scrunch of your nose. He let out a soft chuckle. "I'm a serial killer, babe. Of course I am." He muses and you groan, moving to sit up and take in his blood soaked figure. "Come on. Shower time." You say softly. He groaned in protest but complied with you, following you to the bathroom.

You turned the light on and grabbed towels for the both of you. "Showering with me, love?" He asks and you smile softly. "Hm. Yeah. Unless you don't want me to." You tease. He walked up to you and gripped your hips, placing butterfly kisses to your neck. "Anything to see you naked, doll." He teased back and you couldn't help but giggle and playfully smack him.

You slipped out of your clothes, Jeff watching you like you were a piece of meat the entire time as you uncovered your soft curves and plush flesh to the cold of the bathroom, shivering briefly before moving to turn the shower on. Jeff grunted as he grasped at his clothes and threw them in the dirty clothes basket. You had already stepped into the shower and he quickly followed in after you. You hummed as his hands found your body again, roving over your waist and thighs.

You turn in his grasp, standing chest to chest as you tug him into the shower water, fingers in his hair as you work to clean his hair. The clear water turns a lovely shade of crimson as you clean the blood off of him. He relaxes under your touch, letting you clean him and scrub his scalp clean. He looked down at you with a heated gaze and you try not to blush as you grab his shampoo and work it into his hair before smoothing some conditioner over his ends. He lets you tilt his head back to wash the soap out.

"You're so pretty..." he mutters out, hands reaching to grasp your ass, grinding into you. You gasp out softly and look up at him. "Jeff..." You say, trying to make your voice sound low and warning but it only sounded breathy and whiny. He chuckled and smacked your ass lightly, pressing his lips to your neck again. "J-Jeff, fuck, you need to take a shower." You breath out and Jeff growled but relented, allowing you to scrub him off before returning the favor. Washing your hair and scrubbing your body, although his touch was much more... sensual than yous.

Fingers that tweaked your nipples, his dick sliding between your thighs occasionally, lips nipping at your skin and making your breath hitch as he drove you further and further up a wall and making you want him more and more. You could almost sob in relief when he finally shoved two fingers inside you, if they had been in the right hole. But instead of getting relief for your poor aching core, he instead shoved two fingers in your asshole.

You moan out as you feel his fingers rub against your prostate, it felt good, but it's not where you wanted him. His fingers thrust in and out gently so not to hurt you, trying to loosen you up for him as he pressed into that sweet spot so nicely, causing you to moan and drool. "That's right baby. Just like that." He coos out to you as your eyes roll back and you moan against the wall of the shower.

You can't help but moan and keen, cheek pressed against the wet wall of the shower as he fingers you. You feel a familiar knot start to tie itself in your gut as he worked you closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm. Your legs trembled as you drew closer... only for it to be ripped away from you. You gasp and shake and whine in protest as your boyfriend denies you that sweet release. Jeff's rumbling chuckle could be heard behind you as your orgasm gets further and further away from you. "Patience doll. I want you to cum on my cock." He growls in your ear, making you shudder softly.

You whimper as you feel his fingers circle your clit as he knocked your legs open more and positioned himself at your entrance. "You wanna know one of the best thing about coming home to you, babe?" he asked as he slowly slid his cock into you, inch by delicious inch until he was fully sheathed inside you. "It's feeling this wonderful pussy wrapped so beautifully around my fucking cock." And with that he snapped his hips and set a brutal pace within your walls. The noises that fell out of your mouth were filthy, you were desperate and needy after he had so cruelly edged you earlier.

Your eyes roll back as he pounds into you from behind, moaning and crying out from how good he's streching you out and splitting you open. Jeff gripped your hips hard enough to bruise and pounded deep in you. That knot started to tie itself in your gut once more and you gasped out to Jeff. "M close. So close. Please lemme cum, baby. Please, please, please. I need it so badly." you whimper out and Jeff lets go of one hip to circle your clit again. "Cum for me, doll. Be good for me and cum." he growls, his own thrusts getting faster and more sloppy.

You cry out as you cum on his cock, your vision blurring and your hearing briefly going out. Jeff isn't far behind you, his soft grunts turning to moans as he finally cums inside you. You both stand there for a moment, panting and catching your breath as you both come down from your highs. You briefly take a moment clean clean up in the shower once more before the two of you step out and dry off. Before long, the two of you are all cozy in jammies and underneath your blankets.

"Hey Jeff?" You call out softly, your body cuddled up into his as the two of you try to get some rest. He lets out a soft "hm?" letting you know he was still awake and listening, even if just barely. "You said sex was one of the best things about coming home to me. Well... what's the best part?" you ask softly and Jeff exhales, wrapping his arms around you tighter and bringing you closer to him, if that was even possible. "This." He mutters softly. "You. Safe and sound in my arms. Cuddled up close to me. Knowing your mine. That's the best part." He says softly, nuzzling into your hair softly. You crack a soft smile and wrap your limbs around him. "Mine too." You murmur softly before slowly dozing off with him.

I took a VERY big step out of my comfort zone for this one guys. I already hate writing anal but I decided to take it a step further and write a intersex/post op trans woman reader (can be read either way). I actually had to do some anatomy research when writing this lmfao.

I hope I did justice and I hope you guys enjoy thissssss. 😩

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𝙾𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 🌊

A/N) Trying something different today! At least with formatting, this is also inspired by Billie Eilish’s ‘ocean eyes’ song!

Since, well look at his beautiful eyes, very all fluff not really substance.

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Marrying the Chief Justice of Fontaine had perks to it. Of course, there was popularity in news, perhaps financial opportunities that could open itself to you. Maybe getting a seat in the Opera Epiclese each trial or event? Getting closer to the Lady Furina? The Hydro Archon of Fontaine?

These were all pleasurable to most, but to you, none of it was even close to simply just being able to marry him was amazing… It all felt like a dream.

To caress his cold yet smooth face, to look into those beautiful eyes of his. A light blue with slight hints of red on the edges with the silted pupils he had added to his ethereal beauty. Some would call it monstrous features that were unnatural but to you, he was everything.

Here you were now, staring at him in awe in his office…

“Are you listening?” Neuvillette’s voice alongside side a slight wave, woke you up from your lovingly gaze.

“Ah, yes I am- sorry… I was-“ you paused, looking for the right word, “daydreaming.” You scratched the back of your neck.

He let out a small chuckle, “it’s all right… We might as well take a break, you and I have much more planning to do.” He closed his journal gently, sealing away to-do list of wedding details.

“I was thinking actually, perhaps you would like to join me in a stroll after the trial soon?” His smile small but happiness covered his aura and energy.

“I would love to,” you said, kissing his cheek then hugging him.

He caressed your cheek, tilting his head as he smiled softly. Enjoying the warmth from your body onto his naturally cold one. His oceanic eyes glimmered with glee, enjoying every part of this.

The tears of joy that fell from his face unexpectedly ran as he realized the euphoria he would experience on the two of your’s special day. It was making time seem so slow for him, which for an immortal… Is strange, time usually is quite the opposite.

As it started to drizzle outside your attention turned from him to the rain.

“Oh Neu… Are you alright my dear? It’s raining, and well-“ you looked back at him, “you’re crying?”

“It’s happiness ma chérie…” He wiped the tears off before pulling apart from you, his composure fixed to a more hardened less softened expression. His gaze gesturing you to follow him outside of his office, which you eagerly did so.

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Guide To Tone Tags ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Tone tags are little indicators people put at the end of a sentence or message to clarify the intent or feelings of that message ^-^ you’ve probably seen them before. They’re really helpful especially online because it can be difficult to tell the tone of something online through text, especially if you don’t know the person and their usual speaking habits.

Just as a note: please don’t use these ironically. It defeats the purpose of tone tags and can be very confusing for some people! Just leave the tone tag out if you’re being sarcastic about it.

♡ General Tone ♡

• /j - Joking - this message isn’t serious, it’s a joke.

• /hj - Half Joking - they are joking about something but they are also likely to do it or believe what they are saying. It’s a joke and it’s not serious, but there is a little bit of truth in it. (Usually this is in the form of exaggeration i.e. “I hate twitter/hj” means they don’t really hate twitter, they do dislike some aspects of it though)

• /s or /sarc - Sarcastic - they’re saying something that is opposite of what they actually mean or feel. (Sarcasm online is also represented a lot by using long words and random capitalization i.e. “I nEvEr Would HaVe KnoOoooooOOOWnnN” they mean this sarcastically - they knew).

• /srs - Serious - they really mean what they are saying, or what they’re saying is very important to them.

• /nsrs - Not Serious - they do not mean what they are saying or what they’re saying isn’t a big deal.

• /lh - Lighthearted - they don’t mean this too seriously, it’s for fun or generally well intentioned.

• /g or /gen - Genuine - what they are saying or offering is for real, they mean what they are saying sincerely, or they are actually asking for responses for a question - it’s not rhetorical.

• /nf - Not Forced - they’re asking for something but they’re not trying to pressure you or force you into doing it.

• /m -Metaphorically - what they’re saying isn’t literal or didn’t literally happen, they’re using this as a metaphor for a different situation.

• /li - Literally - the thing they are talking about actually for real happened or they believe it fully.

• /rt or /rh - Rhetorical Question - a question they don’t necessarily want responses to, it’s a statement posed as a question to make you think about the topic as opposed to actually asking for an answer.

• /hyp - Hyperbole - what they’re saying is extremely exaggerated for comedic effect or to stress something.

• /ex - Exaggeration - what they’re saying is somewhat exaggerated for comedic effect or to stress something.

• /pos - Positive - they mean this in a good way.

• /neg - Negative - they mean this in a bad way.

• /neu - Neutral - they don’t really have strong feelings on this or don’t really have an opinion on it.

♡ Feelings of the Author ♡

• /nm - Not Mad - they’re not mad about what they’re talking about

• /lu - A Little Upset - they’re a bit disappointed or sad or angry about what they’re talking about, but not too much.

• /p - Platonic - they mean this in a friendly way, they view you as a friend.

• /r - Romantic - they mean this in a romantic way, they view you as a love interest, crush, or partner.

♡ Intent of Message ♡

• /t - Teasing - they’re kidding around and teasing you, it’s not too serious.

• /th - Threat - this is an actual threat that they intent on following through with (I mostly see this one used ironically which irks me bc it defeats the entire purpose of using a tone tag so just be aware of that).

• /sx or /x - Sexual Intent - they mean this in a flirtatious and sexual way.

• /nsx or /ns - Non-Sexual Intent - they do not mean this in a sexual way, it’s more so platonic, joking, or lighthearted.

• /nbr - Not Being Rude - they’re not trying to be rude by saying this (note that this does not automatically mean what they’re saying is not rude, you can still be rude even if it’s not your intention to be).

♡ Who is Being Talked To or About ♡

• /nbh - Nobody Here - they’re not talking about anyone here (usually used in group chats or small communities).

• /nsb - Not Subtweeting - they’re not saying this as a vague response to anything or anyone, they’re just genuinely talking about it.

• /nay - Not At You - they’re not aiming what they’re talking about at you specifically.

• /ay - At You - they are specifically targeting what they’re saying for you.

♡ Where is This From / Miscellaneous ♡

• /ij - Inside Joke - it’s a joke but might only be understood by a small group of people. Don’t stress if you don’t get it or don’t understand what they’re talking about. Inside jokes are usually hard to explain to others.

• /ref - Reference - this is a reference to something else, usually a meme or piece of media.

• /ot - Off Topic - this is unrelated to what was being talked about before.

• /cb - Clickbait - usually this means the message is exaggerated or falsely advertised to get your attention. Often used in a lighthearted / joking manner.

• /f - Fake - the thing they’re tagging is not real. This is usually used for fake headlines or photos.

• /l or /ly - Lyrics - they’re reciting the lyrics of a song.

• /c -Copypasta - this is a copypasta, they copied it from somewhere else.

[zaiisaii]

MORE ON SUB GOO!! I have found you, and you are gonna be the target for the rest of my life. Your writing is awsome. It always leaves me craving for more!

LOOKISM

⋆ — sub goo .ᐟ ﹙kim goo﹚ .

warning:: gender neu. reader , sub character & nsfw .

sub goo is my favorite goo.

overall, it started as an experiment. that's where his little 'problem' started. he didn't exactly like to be bossed around, especially by someone whose suppose to serve him.

however, the moment you promised him money for every little thing he did, he was so happy. he did everything. still, he hasn't explored anything so sexual.

apart from the stares he'd feel on his ass when he'd bend over to pick something up.

he was flattered honestly.

there were also those words you would tell him when he did a good job. looks amazing, you're the cutest, my good boy.

my good boy.

his chest tightens up and his eyes are automatically cast down like a typical shy schoolgirl. a light blush would spread across his cheeks but he wasn't going to show you that.

you obviously noticed.

maybe he just felt uncomfortable with those words, and maybe that's why he acts like that.

which is why you stopped with the praises.

problem was — he continued to follow your orders like a dumb pup. it also could've been because he wanted to hear those words again yet they never left your mouth. you simply nod in thanks and left him be.

when goo gets fed up he quickly drops the rag in his hands on the floor, am i doing a good job, am i?

he wants to hear you say he's doing good, for you to guide him when he messed up. heck, he isn't even your cleaner and he just drops by and ends up cooking and cleaning everything!

a little more praise won't hurt.

he wants to hear it from your lips.

i just know his dumbass searched on google about his obsession. 'why do i like getting praised?', 'is it healthy for a man to be praised by a rich person?', 'how do i get someone to praise me'.

through those searches he'd fall into a rabbit hole of multiple videos of sub men. he most likely didn't even know they existed 😭

and that's how he realized he liked it. he liked the thought of you doing everything he saw in the videos.

following that, he'd confront you (very horribly, might i add). you were on a phone call when he suddenly burst into your office.

"do you wanna fuck me?!"

you spun in his direction, eyes wide. his clothes weren't ironed and his hair wasn't combed to perfection like he always had it. he ran here on foot.

you hung up on the phone abruptly, "pardon?"

goo swallows nervously, "why do you pay me for no reason?"

"...i don't have a valid reason," you squinted your eyes, where was he going with this? "i just thought it was cute to mess with you."

"oh.."

a tense silence falls over him, he slumps down in a chair and rubs at his face.

you nod after a while, "yes, i could keep paying you if you'd like."

huh?

"for sex?!" he was over the moon when you agreed. it was your goal after all — a very shitty goal, yes.

his eyes flutter shut in embarrassment when you took charge. he hated feeling like a caged animal yet, he somehow really enjoyed it. it caused something to stir in his stomach and he was pushed past a limit he didn't even know he had.

he found out he enjoyed being bossed around, especially in public spaces. where everyone could tell he was head over heels.

the fake blond whines when you push him against the bathroom stall. he was quick to throw his head back to allow you to attack his neck with open-mouthed kisses. "you–... you were taking too long!"

goo had been patient enough to wait for an hour at your meeting, as long as he was going to get a 'reward' for his good behavior but one hour turned into two, and then three. he no longer had the patience

"gives you no right to whine like a pathetic slut." he keens when you kiss under his ear, teeth biting gently at the lobe.

his fingers curl into your hair to pull you closer to him, as close as he could bring you. he pouts when you don't budge.

"i'm sorry."

he never truly was.

sub goo loves when you're angry. he wants you to take all your stress out on him. pull his hair, manhandle him, touch him however you want.

the best way to make him beg for forgiveness is to never give him what he wants.

what is it?

he wants it faster? you go slower and gentle. he wants you to slow down? you go faster and harder.

he wants you to get angry? take a deep breath and stay calm.

you sigh deeply before taking a step away from him. he cries at the loss. "i forgive you. now let's get out of here."

his chest heaves rapidly, you're going to leave him like this? with hickeys on his neck and a tent in his pants?

his eyes swell up with tears. he watches silently as the door shuts behind you, still pressed up against the stall.

"no!"

thats all i got.

[clericofgale]

Spoilers for Patch 5 and the whole game.

I posted my thoughts about the new ending Gale got in patch 5 on Reddit first, but I might as well post it here with some revisions. I'll say it, I love the god Gale ending. But it is NOT his good ending to me. Before I would never have pursued it, but now it is tantalizing to say the least. I'm into it though Gale the mortal is still my preference.

"Gale Dekarios cuts a poor figure next to the wizarding prowess of 'Gale of Waterdeep. You like so many things about me I'd have sooner discarded…"

By ascending Gale, you are killing Gale Dekarios. The nerd that hits on you in front of everyone while you're covered in zombie blood, procced to infodump an entire tangent to complement you, and yet somehow stick the landing to hit you with the most romantic poetry you've ever heard. A sensitive man who wears his emotions on his sleeve and wants to make the world a more beautiful place. An artist of the weave and a poet. The owner of the most overbearing tressym in the world. The moment the spell was complete, Gale Dekarios died and Gale the divine was born.

Even then, why is god Gale now so enticing to me unlike ascended Astarion? Because he loves you. He wants you by his side as an equal. It's actually sweet and romantic, just like all of Gale's romance is. I'm nothing if not a sucker for a romance.

"Follow my Lead" "Show me more. Show me it all." "I want you to seize the crown and make us a new world"

BeMyGod is the name in the data file for the boat scene where Gale asks you if you'll be with him when he seizes the crown. I know file names can be arbitrary, but if you agree to his proposal, you really are asking Gale to be your god. It's so easy to say yes. You're in the stars, Gale says I want to show you so much more, but it's not worth it without you. All you need to do is say yes. You're angry at Mystra who demanded so much of Gale, caused him such suffering and won't lift a finger to help. So You say yes. You love him. He loves you.

When Gale ascends, even in 6 months he is a different entity. The devs indicate: "His posture/demeanor here should feel slightly more aloof/detached than the regular Gale - he's been immortal for six months, his ego is as powerful as his magic. The real Gale's insecurities still lurk beneath his godlike confidence, as does his love for the player, but this is clearly a Gale setting out on a darker path."

The Gale here is a twisted version of the one we loved. His flaws are worse, he good traits have mostly disappeared. Namely his kindness and tolerance to deprecating humor. He no longer tolerates any perceived slight or jab. He doesn't let go of his bitterness towards Mystra. His ego is large yet fragile. You saw a glimpse of it at the ritual circle scene if you succeed in upstaging him in magic. Now it's only gotten worse. Yes even his insecurity. If you rejected him after accepting the proposal, Gale says this.

Tav: No, I think it's the end. What happened to the man I once loved? Gale: He's the god he deserves to be. I achieved everything we hoped I would, and still I'm not good enough for you?

He's also lonelier than ever. His last 6 months were in isolation, with nobody he could trust while dealing with the crown and celestial politics. Immortals don't really have friends. They have allies and lovers. He stops talking to his mother who was so dear to him. He develops a spell to polymorph people into Tara, his oldest friend who rejects him after ascension. He then develops a spell that summons Shadowdark ale and forces people to dance and be happy, just like the vignette he told you about the Yawning Portal. The third spell is Power word: Ruin. he's finally back to speaking death into being with a single word, just like he used to.

Gale wanted to be a god to make a better world, but now he's a neutral god answering prayers from any alignment. He doesn't care if they are Thayan wizards aiming for lichdom or unscrupulous Amnian merchants. Ambition is a neutral idea. Ambition also drives healers to develop a cure. For adventurers to slay monsters.

What's the most noticeable remaining good trait in Gale? Gale still loves you. He's much nicer to you if romanced. He refuses to be with you if you don't go with him because he doesn't want to hurt you. He admires your good heart if you want to honor the pact with Raphael. He calls you my love just like before. He will fulfill the promise sealed that night in the astral sea. All you have to do is say yes. And the ascension cinematic is a callback to the romance scenes from before.

"Follow my lead. Close your eyes. I have so much more to show you."

And you know what. I'll go with you. Even if we will eventually lose both our humanity in our folly, and dreams become nightmares. Even if I'll come to regret that night when I said yes to the mortal you, I don't want you to be lonely. Where ever you go, I'll go. You'll always have me. And I'll always have you.

As God Gale would say… "A toast then, to our myriad ambitions. May we each get what we deserve."

[proshipezreal]

Do you know any other proship/neutral editblogs?

I want to follow some more editors and be a lil community but I have no clue what tags I'd have to look to find one- and figured you would know of some

Yes? No? So we usually don't really care about edit blogs' discourse stances so we don't necessarily have an easily accessible list of people who are explicitly pro/neu-ship

However,

Here are a few proship/neuship/no dni edit blogs that we DO know of!!

[not directly tagging anyone because the anxiety is really bad for some reason? but they're all the correct urls we promise just copy paste]

(also if you're mentioned and want to be removed let me know and I'll take you off!! /gen) (it might be a while since I don't check this blog constantly but I will do it 🙏)

Explicitly proship:

alphystims

cheeseyproship (doesn't appear to be editing focused but does do moodboards!)

stimmers-please-interact (do stimboards count as edits? I'm deciding they do)

black-salt-cage (also a stimboard account)

batexe (says profiction but I'm counting that lol)

shouta-editss

- ★ -

Explicitly neutralship:

pleasantcherryblossomtreenight

- ★ -

No DNI or none that we could find:*

*we cannot guarantee these people are okay with pro/neu-ship interaction but they at least don't explicitly state they're not so. beggars can't be choosers.

moonstar-edits

aventurinecoins

deadwatchx

mydarlingedits (E) | pochisden (18+)

terabyte-teddybear

That being said...

Any and all pro/neu-ship or no dni edit blogs feel free to reblog and promote yourself!!

Or reblog and promote your own favourite pro/neu-ship or no dni editors!!

[mewos-laptop]

Your monthly reminder that my blog is an UNSAFE place for transids, radqueers, pro/neu/complex contact big three paraphiles, and any of their supporters

I will not hesitate to clown on you if you follow me, and I'll happily do it publicly

[thatgarden]

Not to get discoursey on main (non-aspec followers feel free to skip over this post) but I want to add my own take to the discussion happening in the aroallo community right now.

As a gaybian myself, I'm always gonna be more open than not to contradictory labels. I'm sure there are some genuine reasons why someone would want to identify as asexual and allosexual at the same time.

HOWEVER. You don't see me going around screaming about my love for trans gay bears in the lesbian tags, do you? No. You don't. Because that'd be tag bloating, regardless of whether I'm a lesbian or not. My lesbianism isn't relevant.

Same thing here: if someone genuinely feels like they're aroallo AND aroace, then hell yeah! Use those labels for yourself! But please, respect that if you're multi-communal, that doesn't mean you can tag all your identities on a post that doesn't warrant it.

If you're just discussing aromanticism, then that means you can use the aroallo and aroace tags, because those are both aro. Duh. But if you're discussing asexuality, please please PLEASE leave the aroallo tag out of it. And don't tag aroallo posts as asexual, at all.

Because unlike with some lesbian's obsession with having non-man spaces, which is rooted in radical feminism and exclusion of multigender lesbians, aroallos are truly a minority in the aspec community. Asexuality is everywhere here, and it's always assumed you have to be ace to be aro. We NEED our own space, badly.

So basically, yes, aroace-aroallos or acespecs(particularly those who feel more allocespec) are welcome in the aroallo tags. Just please. Please respect that the aroallo community we have is built by and for aromantics who aren't ace at all, and that's the community you're stepping into. And maybe consider looking into some other terms, like aromid/neu aro/non-sam aro, to find like-minded people who don't fall on the asexual/allosexual dichotomy.

[toddlrboy]

My version of the permaregressor flag

Inspired by a brainwave to @boypaci ‘s permageslider flag !

MY DEF : — an individual that, due to factors in their life (trauma, mental illness, etc) does not mentally match the age of their biological age. Factors like their interests aren’t the same as other people “their age”, they feel childish in nature/mentality even if they are not age regressed, etc is an experience related. This does not mean that permaregressors cannot act their age or be mature, it simply is a part of their identity that impacts their life. (More explanation on the term here and another person’s experience here !)

FLAG DESC : — dark shades of blue at the borders to represent the mix of emotions and feelings that impact the experience, a bit of lighter shades of striped blue to represent boyre (boy regression), green thin stripes to represent life — that this will impact your life (both /pos and /neg and /neu!), light blue to represent comfort and tears — however it may apply — as well as youth and a sense of “innocence” “childishness” the traits that permaregressors (may) carry (depending on experience), bold black and white stripes in the middle to represent permanence — never changing — constant — staying the same.

coined by : ??? ` 🧩 . flag design : me

— f2u ! Follow DNI 🦴 . req open !

I may edit / redesign this at a later date .. but .. for now I was struggling with the design, and this is the one I liked the most that also fit the “permanent” vibe for myself.

tags : @bunnelbaby

[confessyourship]

I genuinely think proshippers should just respect anti’s boundaries. Im neu ship (I think that’s the term??), idc either way. But I see proshippers bashing antis and saying ‘I bet you’re secretly into kids if you have proship dni in your bio’ which is.. so disgusting?

Just like proshippers, a lot of antis are victims, and content made by proshippers can easily trigger them. I’m not anti, but I have plenty of ships blacklisted because of how it triggers me. Seeing something like sexualised minor x adult ships can lead me into an episode.

The community has become so hateful. Just respect someone’s DNI even if you’re personally offended. Like I always see repeated in the community- it’s just pixels, you’ll live. Other victims are allowed to be uncomfortable with content that you yourself label as PROBLEMATIC shipping. Not every victim wants to see that, and that’s fine. It’s unfair of you to interact with antis and then complain about them interacting with you. And also, some people will just have different morals from you. I reblog a lot of toxic ships and I don’t follow people who I see are uncomfortable with it, my interest in those ships ends when I get off my phone and I don’t feel the need to upset people over it online

🩷

[the-crystal-femmes]

// pt: do not interact / before you interact //

[ Disclaimer ]: Our DNI only really applies to followers and direct interactions, we don't check on things like reblogs and likes unless anything stands out to us.

Last edited 01/30/25 by Dewdrop (Pearl)

DNI:

Bigots (racists, queerphobes (includes aphobia!), TERFs, antisemitists, intersexists, ableists, etc.), fatphobes, kink / nsfw blogs (we are hypersexual), anti endos and sysmeds, identity policers of ANY kind (as long as the identity isn't problematic), rqs and transIDs, proshippers, disordered abuse believers, anti-kin, pro/neu/complex contact harmful paraphilias, SH / ED centric blogs, anti self-dx with research (this includes personality disorders and dissociative disorders), syscourse centered blogs and singlets who involve themselves in syscourse, shipcourse

Don't like our dni? Just block us. If a dni is violated, please also just block. Don't waste our time telling us we've broken a dni on accident.

We wanted to add that we are fine with selfshippers who have our sources as f/os interacting with us as long as you're able to acknowledge that we aren't your specific f/o and can separate us from that. This specifically also applies to the fact some of us are in relationships in-sys.

We are a median system who are questioning Partial Dissociative Identity Disorder (P-DID). Our frequent fronters besides the host are Ula/Garnet and Dewdrop. The others technically front by layering (link) but we prefer the term front.

Ula, Dewdrop, Solaris and the Host are known as the Sardonyx System, a sidesystem within our collective. We do not have a sardonyx headmate! This is based on our Gem 'types.

Our current prosecutor is Dewdrop. We don't tolerate hate of persecutors or prosecutors and will block in sight if you treat prosecutors any differently than the rest of us.

Collectively, we go by Laura! However we don't want this name used if you're only referring to one of us. Laura is good for if you don't know who's in front, as it's also our singletsona name

Do not attempt to become our friend if you don't think you can handle the host or anyone else in the system. I am a narcissist, I am an asshole, I am petty. If you cannot handle that, don't attempt to befriend me. /nbr

We hold the right to block anyone at any given point. No one is entitled to access to this blog and if we don't feel safe around ya, we will remove ya. We don't care how close you may be to us.

We are very forgetful. Please remind us kindly if we forget to filter something, or anything else. We don't tolerate hostile and/or passive aggressive confrontations.

When the host is in front, another headmate is most likely in co-con. The host doesn't like being alone.

We don't tolerate vagueposting, and likewise, we don't vaguepost in bad ways. Usually, we only vaguepost about positive stuff, but if you don't like that, please let us know! We ain't here to diss anyone. Please stop assumin' we are vagueposting negatively about people, just ask. We will block ya if we catch you vagueing about us, no ifs ands or buts.

Our profile photo is NOT indicative of who's in front. The host just likes putting sysmates on the profile picture.

We may not respond timely to things. We're all very anxious, but we promise we aren't intentionally ghosting you! We're just trying to get the courage.

We are collectively alterhuman, lesbians, aromantic. Bodily we are intersex, have NPD, autism and ADHD, however some of us hold symptoms while some don't. Only Ames, Dewdrop and the host use the label intersex. We also consider ourselves mostly feminine but we are bodily nonbinary. There are some things we may have but don't feel comfortable disclosing.

We may have a mild ID, please be patient with us! Not sure but please be patient.

We may make a lot of typing errors! Please don't point these out, that tends to upset us because most of the time we're unaware of it and find corrections more harmful than not.

Some of us are mspec and/or contradictory labels. We politely ask you to steer clear of us if you're not supportive of labels like lesboy (Ula is a lesboy).

We are fictive / fictionfolk heavy, mainly Steven Universe. We are heavily pro-endogenic however we refuse to engage in syscourse as it's triggering for our collective.

We ask for others to become mutuals instead of following back automatically due to past experiences. We are uncomfortable bein mutuals with anyone who doesn't think they can handle us, our filter tag lists, yadda yadda. Likewise, we don't accept bein' someone's mutuals if we feel it won't work.

Some of us are in a queerplatonic polycule, others are not. We don't tend to post about this much besides the host.

We are bodily physically alterhuman however we don't know how, we just are.

A lot of us struggle with being nice and can be provoked easily. We always recommend exercising caution around us, but please don't let our difficulties deterr anyone!

Most of us don't tend to use tone tags, so please ask if you need tone clarified! Usually the host uses tags, though.

Although we're more than happy to filter tag for mutuals and will use respective lists for mutuals, there are a few things we tag generally due to memory problems. These are currently:

Scopophobia (#tw scopophobia)

Emetophobia (#cw emeto)

Plushies (#cw plushies)

Food (#cw food)

We may also refuse to filter tag things that our identities revolve around. If this happens, we will discuss it!

Please contact us if you have a problem with our behavior (asks for non-mutuals and mutuals, DMs for mutuals 16+) so we can work on it.

Our discord is mx.werebat! Please read this (link) before sending in a friend request or direct message! We have the right to tell you no.

[ Dividers by aquazero ]

[gimmick-irs]

finally time to make a real intro post since mine sucks

this is IRS (also known as Ilia. Yes, after all this time I finally named her)

(credit to the picrew i used)

Ilia’s pronouns are she/they, but primarily she. Also she’s a lesbian ✨ (the mod is also a lesbian and uses she/her pronouns only)

(Ilia has a minor, one-sided crush on NoCal, aka @the-republic-of-california-fr-fr , which I have checked with them to make sure they’re okay with it)

additional side blogs (that u should totes follow):

@totally-california

@unofficially-screaming

@potentially-blahaj

@not-turboflex

@happyinc

@obviously-luxembourg

@god-of-stupid

@sovereign--state-of-britain

@lesbian-naval-fleet

@the-holy-land-of-neu-america

@the-author-anon

@entity-nonexistent-error

@the-crust-of-crust

People Currently In Federal* Jail (will be updated as time goes on)

@maryland-officially @maryland-no-rabies @marylandaccountx3 @marylandaccountx4 @maryland6th @mary-the-5th

(Tax evasion and too many usernames)

@yahooo-official

(Arson, tax evasion, second degree murder, first degree manslaughter, grand larceny, petty theft)

@real-british-empire

(The British aren’t fucking real)

@gimmick-blog-stealer (anonymous tip)

@pennyroyald (how dare you not like Sonic)

@solar-panel-official (I COGHT U)

@clifton-new-jersey (you thought you could get away with it but I SAW. I see ALL.)

@very-real-australia (you outed yourself for your war crimes)

*not actually federal jail

Edit with a DNI:

-Homophobes

-Transphobes

-Any proshippers who have child x adult ships (other than that idgaf what you ship ngl)

-Pedophiles

-Arophobes/Acephobes

-Anyone who refuses to accept other people’s pronouns

[glitterguts13]

I adore your writing! The way you write the characters shows just how much you study them! If it’s not too much to ask, could I request wriothesley x neuvillette mpreg but with wriothesley carrying? I love these guys but almost all of the mpreg is neuvillette. Thank you so much! Again, I love your work! 🩵

Thank you so much dear, and of course you can have some Wrio/Neu!

"Having some trouble my love?" blue eyes dance with mirth, a small smile toying at the corners of Neuvillette's lips. The bedroom was dim, save for a small light next to their bed. Shadows dance on the wall, and the hydro dragon can't contain his laughter as the Duke shoots him a withering glare from his position on the edge of the bed.

"Darling, just as for assistance." Neuvillette shifts from the doorway to the bedside, kneeling before his lover. With a heavy sigh, Wriothesley leans back, extending a leg.

"I hate this," he grumbles, cheeks flushing red as Neuvillette begins untying the laces of his boots.

"It won't be much longer." it's a sobering reminder, in less than a month they'd be parents, welcoming their first child into the world. Wrio rests a hand over the heavy swell of his middle, groaning against as their unborn child kicks wildly against his palm.

"They haven't stopped all day." one boot removed, Neuvillette started on the next with a gentle laugh.

"I fear our child's pension for boxing comes from you, my dear."

"Yeah, unfortunately, I can't blame that on you." pulling off his tie and unbuttoning his vest, the Duke lets out a sigh of relief when his aching belly was freed from the tight fabric.

Placing the boots aside, Neuvillette sits up a bit higher on his knees. Gentle hands cup the sides of Wrio's gravid belly, and he presses his cheek against the taunt skin.

"You look so beautiful like this."

"I look like a whale." Wrio deadpanned, barely able to see the top of his lover's head over the curve of his stomach.

"Nonsense." he chuckles, pressing a string of kisses down the Duke's belly. Lips dusting over his navel, following the darkened line on the underside of his stomach.

Wrio jolts, snorting. Slapping a hand over his mouth, he stifles another laugh when Neuvillette purposefully tickles the sensitive skin.

"Asshole."

"I love you as well."