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the boy decided he just *had* to roll in the mud in his nice sweater (while terrorizing the local worm population)
laundry time I guess.
#on a cheerier note today he was so handsome in his sweater#and a different nice lady complimented him on it âşď¸#poor worms though#tiber tag#whippet#the fabric I ordered got delivered so hopefully I get the time to make him some more festive sweaters this week!#we got some glittery pumpkins and glow in the dark jack o lantern patterns#a grey and black spooky print with bats#and some generic fall colors too#Iâm excited
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Worm Arc 16 first part thoughts (through defeating Dragon and Defiant interlude) cause it seemed likely there is going to be something major happening in the rest of the arc and I might as well split it here:
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
MY BABIES ARE FIGHTING!!!!!
I might not have made the best choice in adopting both Taylor and Dragon
Ok so it's not technically my babies fighting. It's Taylor fighting simple AI Dragon created. But close enough.
Drone robot fucked up a perfectly good barbecue. That's just criminal.
I love that the robot sent after Bitch was basically designed to get fucked up over and over. Work with what you have.
Also Bitch was so willing to listen to Skitter! Not just listen but "come up with a plan like you usually do, weâll make it happen"! She fucking trusts her so much! GAAAAAAAYYYY!
You put Skitter in charge and she is just instantly "Ok we're going to attack the Wards, the Protectorate, the PRT, and some of Dragon's robots. All at the same time. Cause I always gotta go BIGGER!"
I will give her this though - solo teleporting into the middle of the Protectorate and Wards (except for Clockblocker) and having Trickster swap her around while she just FUCKED SHIT UP? That was badass.
And throwing herself out the fucking window? TWICE? I'm very glad Trickster was on point there cause I would have fucking murdered him if he dropped my daughter.
Piggot trying to be all high and mighty and superior. Fuck off lady. You just a cop. You're like, the worst cop. I already called you out for having a full blown villain internal monologue in your first interlude. Some of the PRT might be trying to do right. Maybe. But you are just evil.
I will give Piggot one thing. She is good at what she does. It's just that what she does is not "leading the Brockton Bay PRT and Wards to better take care of the people of the city", but instead "be a terrible and manipulative person who would absolutely set of a nuke if she thought it would kill enough capes".
Also Trickster don't be an asshole. Being disgusted when Piggot admits she's fat and doesn't sound ashamed about it. Fuck off with that. She's a terrible person, there are so many better things to attack than her appearance.
Like the fact that she upset Tattletale! She made Tattletale sad! FUCK PIGGOT I HATE HER FOR THAT ALONE NOW!
Sticking a bunch of glass in some doors and riding around town on them oh my god. These are like, the scariest super villains in town. And they are door surfing. I love it.
Azazel is fucking fancy! I'm sad it got melted down in the end.
Dragon just needed a guy badly cosplaying as a DS9 starship for a few minutes and then she builds infinitely better shit than he ever could. Cause she is awesome.
Ok so I know it was technically being run by an AI that Dragon built but I'm counting it as Dragon. For one reason.
Skitter asking Azazel stupid questions until it broke was just a little sister annoying their older sister with really stupid questions! She starts off with some somewhat reasonable ones and just gets wild with it. It was perfect. That is the type of fighting I can tolerate from my daughters.
I'm a little worried about Imp clearly crushing on Regent. He hasn't had the best moral character in the past.
Wasn't expecting them to just *have* the city after beating Dragon. Definitely wasn't expecting that to happen mid arc.
âSheâs out of it. Tattletale broke Skitter when she said we wonâ - GAY. Look sure there's lots of reasons Skitter would be distracted after hearing that the city was theirs and they had won. But Tattletale said it and there's something about a girl you like telling you "we won" that can just stop brain from working. Besides I wasn't getting enough Chatterbug content this arc so I'll find it wherever I need it.
So coming into this arc I had been making lots of jokes about Monarch referencing Skitter vs Dragon (both were controlling lots of minions, want to control the city, they're siblings cause I adopted both of them so they fight for the crown, etc) but Dragon is out of the city for now. So I really should have been focusing on Coil vs Skitter. Which is what I expect the rest of the arc to be.
It'll be fine.
I'm sure there won't be any issues at city hall with her dad. Nope.
PRT squad interlude (Piggot interlude round 2) thoughts:
Nilbog is terrifying but god his power is wild.
I had Left 4 Dead in my head the entire time. First thing they killed was a boomer. There was a spitter later as well. And they got the swarm once they shot the flare up for the evac.
PRT is endlessly badly managed. Given the unknowns they could have been more careful and used a better strategy. If they have the resources to wall off the town they have the resources to have done things better.
There is no way Thomas Calvert isn't Coil (more specifically becomes Coil). There is NO way. It has to be him. I don't technically have any proof but I know. It's him. (The way he is described, the way he talks, just everything about him. I could write up an entire post just on why I'm 100% positive he is Coil.)
I already knew Piggot was a horrible person to be running the Brockton Bay PRT and the Wards so this interlude didn't really give new information there. But it does just lock that down on an extra level.
Frank Miller's Armsmaster interlude thoughts:
I'm very sad I had to have this interlude from his perspective instead of Dragon's perspective. But I'll live.
Sucks to be this small town.
PRT failure again. It was made clear that the police of this town in no way expected the SH9. But the PRT knew when SH9 left BB and had a loose idea of their potential travel speed. And they knew SH9's M.O. in this situation of staying to back roads and hitting small towns. So every police department in every small town within a certain distance of BB should have known to be on alert. Like ya they aren't going to be able to stop the Nine, but they might be able to reduce losses a little. PRT is just bad at it's job. (Almost like Alexandria doesn't have the right priorities.)
I KNEW DRAGON WAS A TRUE TINKER! I HAD ALREADY MADE IT MY HEADCANON THAT SHE TRIGGERED WHEN LEVIATHAN ATTACKED NEWFOUNDLAND AND I'M SO HAPPY IT'S REAL!
Plugging my ears when I Was Insecure So I Made My Stick Even Longer Man talks about playing "ten by ten" with my robot daughter. Look she can do what she wants, no shame, but I do not want to hear about it from him if I can avoid it.
Of course Dragon knows about Cauldron. I should have expected that she did. My daughter is brilliant (and also maybe doesn't have a concept of privacy so gets all the information she can without explicitly doing something illegal and goes has a little bit of a "Big Sister is watching you" vibe).
#Worm#Worm Web Serial#Parahumans#Cairavende reads Worm#Taylor Hebert#Wolfspider#Chatterbug#Slugbug#Dragon#Frank Miller's Armsmaster#BITCH WAS SO GAY FOR SKITTER AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!#WOLFSPIDER WOLFSPIDER WOLFSPIDER#Also Bitch's continual insistence that they took down 3 robots and Tattletale eventually just agreeing was perfect. I love them both.#Sibling rivalry#Dragon is the much bigger older sister and Taylor is the annoying little sister. Obviously.#For real though the PRT is bad at their jobs. I constantly see them making poor decisions or just being horribly mismanaged.#And like they're cops so I'm not too surprised but still.#And it's mentioned that the Nine attacking small towns doesn't even always make the NEWS! Holy shit.#Like I know things are bad#but âsuper villain serial killers murder dozens in a small townâ not even getting picked up by the media screams âPRT coverupâ.#So fuck them.#Also from a certain point of view Sundancer killed a robot toddler. Melted it down to nothing. Clearly she is the evilest person in Worm. \
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cat check
#monkey d. fluffy#buggy the cat#my two most evil babies#they are both being treated for ring worm rn ;( poor guys#theyre a lot better so far though. lil troopers!!!
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reblogging the same fanart a gorillion times because it's really good /lh
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I know heâs seen something good when I get that nanami screenshot on my dash 2729282 times in a row
#that Toji fanart is really good though đŠđđ¤#I need you to poor hydrogen peroxide into my ear canals to get rid of the Toji worms pls <3#elle!whispers#elleâs!angels#aj!<3
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i aam deep in dhurkedatz specifically thoughts today. Oh the them. oh the unspoken of it all. the unlabeled. we got a good thing going. of course this is my ... he's my. You know. well hes my right hand man of course. im the fangs o' the defiant dragon. but that doesnt explain it fully.. thats business. and their lives are almost entirely business but Not Quite. and beyond the revolution they escape description...thats his best friend. that's his datz..
dhurke loves amara like crazy his love for her never died at all ... datz isn't a replacement ... hes just his datz. you know? 20 years of partnership cant go away like that. theyre together. partners!! and rumors fly and theres jokes. call off your boyfriend! so whens the marriage? and theres shared looks and pitying looks and understanding looks and skeptical looks but no one Speaks on it.. its unspoken!! but its there. by god.
like i wouldnt dream of doing anything without you. or that dhurke knows when he gets reunited with his family once more, for real this time, datz is gonna be there. and amara isn't being replaced so shes not concerned at all lol shes like ... what ... and take away his datz? what kind of monster do you take me for :( Like she knows. and everyone KNOWS. thats just his datz. and thats his dhurke. and you cant seperate them its unethical its cruel and unusual punishment its not nice
All the small tiny things... the years of history in each others actions ... the energy and focus shifting between them without needing to ask. in a discussion fixing to break out into a fight datz defuses it. datz tense and uncomfortable outta his mind and dhurke spots the way he tugs at his scarf and makes an excuse for datz to leave early. he asks to be waken up in a few hours so they can trade ofd guard duty and datz says yeah but they both know he'll stay up the whole night just to let dhurke sleep longer (this i stole from such terrible tales bc that detail made me sick) Like Ugh Like i cant Like i just dont know
and its not that they dont want to label it but its just so...what would change really. dhurke knows datz loves him and datz knows dhurke loves him (though maybe some nights he really does need reassurance, and he gets in his head about it, and somehow- through ways datz doesn't have a clue how- dhurke can tell when datz is quiet from upset as opposed to another reason, and he'll take datz's hand and kiss his knuckles and Thank Him so deeply and earnestly that it burns out any negative thought datz has ever had in his life ... crazy.)
and hes the family friend and the sort of uncle and the right hand man and compatriot and everyone knows just by the way they lean against each other and speak in half finished sentences and answer questions that weren't fully asked ... reference jokes from years ago and diffuse each other and the way datz is obviously gloomy when dhurke is gone vs perks up when he comes back And the way dhurke is on edge and his leaderly dad warmth is slightly colder while datz is in prison like even when theyre not together you can tell the impact left on each others lives LIKE IM SICK FOR REAL
#girl who reads blackmadhi fic only to come away with terminal dhurkedatz worms. Sorry man#sorry yuty#i like your weird dad situation sorry man. forgive me ok?#Also my apologies to amara for sidelining her for my mlm ship. i still think she'd be cool with it though#like dhurke has enough love in his heart for two people. she can believe that easily#i think she teases datz but it doesnt quite work bc i think datz is way too convinced she's gonna oust him one day#i think datzs innate urge to leave things unlabeled and untied down and loose kind of bites him in the ass#i think if hes left alone for too long he gets way into his own head abt His Place in the family#smth which does not get better in a post soj canon#like he relishes it being something special tht defies a label but also hes like.#Could use the comfort of a stictly and unambiguously romantic label rn. Lol#but he wont ask for it. Bc thats crazy. so he has to survive off of a million unambiguously romantic moments instead#however will he make it... his poor soul (hes fine)
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i think im far too annoying on this site to be intimidating
#anyways in my life news im trying to break in these shoes ive had for ages and ohhh my poor heels.#txt#i fucking hate the look of the new tags. what is this thing. whys there a worm around the tags.#i can do âthisâ now though
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Husband and I had cake and I had coffee (he hates it more for me!) in the room with Toni and she was so amazed at me eating đ
Her little eyes watched the fork to the plate to my mouth and back at least 6 times
Then because she is baby and is adorable she decided that us eating means she should go have a snack from her bowl too
#meanwhile Grayson is sadly outside the door#he doesn't care if she has worms he wants to play with baby#i care though so poor Grayson must suffer a lack of baby time until she is worm free#just started walking around wailing but she does when he wants something but there is nothing he wants or could need except to see that baby#try to feed him he doesn't care he's willing about that baby not food#it's so funny but so sad I don't know how he's going to make weeks of this#personal#so i have cats and a dog#Toni#we found a kitten#Grayson
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Hiâźď¸ lurker hereâźď¸ just wanna say that your works are awesomeâźď¸âźď¸ and that your dash always looks so cool and pretty every time I come around to check up on youâźď¸ your works are so good and youâre such a talented writerâźď¸
also⌠can IâŚcan I ask for a tired reader being surrounded by a very demanding and needy 141? Like Iâm not all that creative like the other anons but like I just really like the reader satisfying the 141s in any way his tired form canâźď¸ whether itâs by letting them ride his dick until theyâre satisfied or having them being cock warmed as reader falls asleepâźď¸
sorry for thisâźď¸ just thoughts and brain worms are weird rn and I thought that you would carry these out well⌠back to lurking nowâźď¸
p.s. the âźď¸ are just here to show excitement not to be scary or anything Iâm sorry
đđ¨đ§đđđ§đ: bottom 141, top male reader, consensual somnophilia, cowgirl position, cockwarming, fingering, dividers
The weight of the missions and daily tasks being distributed made your limbs slack, eyes droopy, body boneless and desperate to pass out for even a week. Youâre dozing off the second you sit down or rest against a wall, jerking awake when shaken by your mate. It isnât your fault that youâre hardworking when needed, and everything was becoming a necessity to put your full attention on.
You need a break.
On the other hand, your team doesnât seem to agree.
Theyâre clingy, more than usual. When youâre in a room with them, it seems as though their presence is the only thing that matters. Unabashedly acting like animals in heat, theyâd sometimes even gently rut against your thigh.
Their excuse? Youâve been neglecting them, rarely glancing or facing towards their direction. Sometimes, youâd fail to acknowledge them in passing which evidently piles up their frustration and need to turn the source into the outlet.
And youâll let them. They know you will.
Soap is the first one to snap. The manâs too needy for his own good. He canât stop thinking about you, your hands wandering along his body, allowing him to take a sniff of pleasure before youâre shoving him away. But now? Now youâre doing it unintentionally.
Heâs concerned, knowing damn well that he shouldnât bother you. And yet, he canât keep it within his pants. Youâll be good for him, right?
âShit, thaâs it, love...â Soap groans, face contorting with blissful relief. He rolls his hips, desperate to feel every inch of your cock - the one that had him dreaming about it, waking up with his boxers damp, and hole twitching from being so empty - âYâcan get some shut-eye, âs alrighâ.â
Youâre hanging onto your consciousness by a mere thread, the promise of slumber darkening the edges of your view while simultaneously heightening the sensation of slick, twitching warmth wrapped around your length. Small moans left him, thick brows knitted together in concentration.
Soap cannot remain still for the life of him. He sinks further down, enveloping you in his tight heat and squeezes you with it. His jaw hung open, mouth agape, and his thighs are quivering in a poor attempt not to fuck back against your cock with his desperate hole.
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The second is Price. He may be a responsible and patient captain, but heâs still a man with lustful requirements. He needs to let off stream, you know?
âHhang... thatâs a good man.â He ruts his hips against yours, the plushy thickness of his scarred thighs rippling with each bounce. If youâre comfortable with it, heâll take a drag from his cigarette, letting the smoke slip through his teeth as a breathy moan rasps from his throat.
God, he doesnât think heâll ever get used to the feel of you. Your tip meeting the spot that has him high with squelchy smacks, the scratchy stubble spread on his chin making the firm muscle of your shoulder raw whenever he angled himself forward to make you pound into him deeper.
Such a good soldier, you are. âStay still, mâfuckinâ close.â He huffs. Your cock twitches in response, and his lips curves in a self-satisfied grin. It has him riding you harder, rim taut, his pace fast and it makes the both of you dependent on chasing that point.
The Captain isnât afraid to milk you for all youâre worth, either. Itâs your own fault for making him needy. â âCâmon, youâve got more in you, donât you?â
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Gaz is the next one. He heard your âinteractionâ with the other men, smelled how Soap and Price practically reeked of well-deserved sex. It has arousal pool in his lower belly, dick twitching to life at the possibility of finally being satiated by you.
Heâll praise you for it; âGood boy, letting me use you like this.â, âTh-thank you, my love. Fuckinâ me so well.â and âShh, I know. Go rest. Iâll just suck your pretty dick off, yeah?â
You think heâll prep himself because youâre melting into the sheets to nap? No, youâre terribly wrong. Heâd grip your wrist firmly, lubing your fingers up, and gently make them breach his tight hole. He gasps, immediately clenching from how intense it felt.
Gaz smiles fondly at how you seem to battle sleep, nodding mindlessly. When you do succumb to the urge, heâs biting his lip to contain his pathetic noises. You look so peaceful, and here he is fucking himself on your fingers. Heâs holding onto your forearm, guiding you back and out. The murmurs of slick ringing through the room as he throws his head back.
âFuckkk...â Heâd mutter, fisting his own cock with rough jerks. Leaning down, he peppers kisses all across your jaw. Heâs unbelievably turned on, rocking his hips to take in your digits completely. Heâs getting desperate, but he will wait for you to wake up before he shoves your cock down his throat.
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Ghost corners you. Sure, heâs got better self-control than the rest of the men. But hey, heâs still a human with very human needs.
Doesnât matter if youâve got a broader and hulking figure or a shorter stature, heâs guiding you with his frame until your knees hit the edge of a bed or a threadbare seat and your aching back is laying down. His mouth twitching in a mock snarl to have you submit. All with your consent, of course.
One of his favorite things to do to tease you? He loves to keep on asking you âThis okay, luv?â and âHmm? Yâwant me to touch ya here?â until youâre begging him to finally fuck himself on your leaky dick that heâs been either playing with his roughened digits or warming with his inviting heat the entire time.
Rides you so slowly, hips rocking ever so slightly, and his soft walls pulse as they give way to your length. And itâs all to keep you awake, tightening up when youâre about to fall asleep on him. He wants you to be completely aware when heâs in the heights of arousal and he has you balls deep inside of him.
âWake up, sweeâart. Fuckâ eyes on me, yeah, there we go.â / âOh, you like thaâ? Uh-huh? Good boy, you do.â
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Or you have Price behind you, one of his arms slung around your waist as he thumbs at your slit until itâs coated in your pre. Soapâs tugging at your shaft, his fist enclosed and tight, consistent and oh so whiny like youâre inside of him. âYe can fuck me harder, (rank), jusâ like this.â
Gaz on his knees, his tongue flicking at your sensitive veins. Theyâll be toying with your cock as you lean back against the captain, letting sleep overtake you until you feel someone familiar climb into your lap. The other men supporting Ghostâs weight as he takes your dick in his skull-gloved hand, guiding the head to meet his rim and he sinks down with a low groan.
#â azrael.worksáľáľ#thank you so much!!#call of duty#tf 141 x reader#tf 141 x male reader#tf141 x you#poly tf141#tf141 smut#john mactavish x reader#soap x reader#soap x you#soap call of duty#soap cod#john mactavish smut#kyle garrick x reader#kyle garrick x you#kyle garrick x male reader#gaz smut#gaz x reader#john price x reader#john price x you#john price x male reader#john price smut#price smut#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon riley x male reader#simon riley smut#top male reader#cod smut
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Guess Iâm writing it
What if instead of a 'Return Home' button the system gave Shang Qinghua one that said "Turn into a Worm"
#nothing like researching worms#though i gotta take creative liberty if its gonna live in the North#would be funny to write SQQ just bullying a poor defenseless worm#omg I need to include LQG and other peak lords thinking they killed the worm at least once
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The avian homeplanet's plants, and worms pretending to be plants.
Plantworms tend to out-compete the true plants in wet climates with nutrient poor soil or unstable substrate (such as wetlands and rainforests) because of their opportunistic carnivory and mobility. The true plants out-compete them in arid climates (such as tundra and deserts) because they have more robust water gathering and anti-freezing mechanisms. While both can form mycorrhizal associations to aid in water and nutrient deliver through the soil, true plants have extensive root systems and are not completely reliant on rainwater and condensation in the absence of mycorrhizal partners.
Both plantworms and true plants have clades that partner with pollinator animals to reproduce, but some plantworm "flowers" are honey traps. They use their colorful genitals as a lure to snare and eat potential pollinators, and reproduce "the old fashioned way," as in, reaching over to their same species neighbors to exchange gametes.
I've posted a little about avian flora before, though this is more up-to-date.
PATREON | Runaway to the Stars
#runaway to the stars#speculative biology#whos here for some!!! FAKE PLANT CELLULAR PHYSIOLOGY!!! WHEEEEE#for the unfamiliar the cellular physio shown here is very weird and not similar to earth plants. things are kind of inverted#spec bio#spec evo#botany#avians#sort of
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Simon Introduces You
Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it, military stuff?, nsfw at the end because Iâm a whore
Notes: somehow all of my drabbles end with a nsfw scene and I blame the worm in my brain that whispers sweet nothings to me in the night đđđť
He wouldâve kept you all to himself if the rest of the team (Johnny) hadnât kept begging to meet you.
Soap saw that Ghost seemed to be on his phone more and more during down time, his fingers flying across the screen as he responded to someone or something. Even Price was getting curious.
âWho ye textinâ, mate?â Johnny slid up next to Simon, poking him with a sing-song tone to his voice and a shit eating grin on his face. âFuck off, Johnny.â Ghost snapped as he tucked his phone away. âCâmon, big guy, whoâs the wee lass who got your balls in a-â Soap was subsequently silenced as Simon put him in a headlock.
Will debate even asking you about whether or not you wanted to meet his team for like 3 weeks at least. What little you know about his work is enough for him, he doesnât want you in that world.
He had been acting quieter than his usual quiet self. âSimon? Have I done something? You can tell me.â Coming to stand beside him, you reached up and pressed a kiss to his chin. âNo, no, dove. I just..â He trailed off, looking out the window. âIf itâs about the dishes, I know I said I-â You were silenced by a firm kiss. âNothinâ like that, luvie. Itâs.. the lads wanna meet ya.â Your ears perked up and you swatted at his chest. âWhy didnât you just say that, silly?â
You were given explicit access to visit Simon at the base. Everyone was oddly polite and even looked at you with a little confusion. The poor private escorting you around kept calling you Mrs. Riley, and you had no doubt that was Simonâs doing.
Finally, you were ushered out to a training room of some kind, where you spotted Simon with some other men. âThere you are, sweetheart.â He rumbled, coming over to you and wrapping you in his arms. âMissed you, Si.â Gaz had to literally close Soapâs mouth as they watched Ghost, the Ghost, dipping his head to press a kiss on the neck of a pretty girl. âMâglad youâre here, luv.â
The introduction went well, aside from Soapâs teasing. They were all very respectful, even though they all had an air of lethality. Simon kept his arm around you the whole time, internally growing irritated with the jeers about his girl.
Simonâs massive, gloved hand took up nearly your entire face as he muffled your cries. âWanted me tâshow you off, huh?â He growled into your ear as he pounded you into a random briefing room desk. âWanâ the whole base know your mine, dovie.â Your eyes rolling back only served to remind Simon why heâd never share you. âYouâre mine, my- oh god, my fuckinâ girl.â You blushed as you waved goodbye with hickeys you didnât show up with.
#drabble#ghost x f!reader#ghost x female reader#ghost x y/n#ghost x you#ghost x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x female reader#simon riley x f!reader#simon riley x y/n#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader
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the anemo archonâs favor â ft. diluc ragnvindr
diluc doesnât appreciate being swarmed by crystalflies when harvesting grapes. you somehow manage to make him change his mind, though
before you read: fem reader ; established relationship ; grape harvesting at the winery ; banter ; fluff ; mentions of venti ; made up crystalfly lore ; a kiss ;)
notes: @sillykawa wrote this with you in mind because i promised you more diluc content, hope itâs okay to tag you!
The Dawn Winery is a popular spot for crystalflies. Diluc used to be irritated by the factâthey make for a troublesome time when picking grapes as they flutter around his head.
It only takes one afternoon with you, however, to change his mind on them.
âLook at all the crystalflies,â you gasp quietly in awe, patting his shoulder as he tries to cut the branch of a cluster of grapes.
He sighs, looking over his shoulder at you wearily. âYes,â he grumbles, âI see them. Theyâre quite troublesome to have all around the winery, in fact.â
âHow come? They donât feed off of the grapes.â Your lips twist into a soft, confused little frown, slightly glistening with the juice of the fruit you should be picking instead of eating.
(Youâre meant to be helping him at the moment. Youâd insisted that he take you around the grapevines and show you how to harvest, but it seems your way of helping comes in the form of eating his grapes straight off the vines, instead.
Your grapes are very sweet, Master Diluc, you tease with batted lashes.
Oh? I do hope you donât put me out of business at this rate, he fights back a grin with a small, fond sigh.
The sound of your giggle as you murmur, no promises, still rings in his ear distantly. Your voice must be favored by the Anemo Archon, he thinks, with the way it carries through the vines as the wind blows.)
Diluc gives you a miserable look over his shoulder. You laugh as he huffs when a crystalfly flutters its wings right by his ear as it quickly flies past him.
You think you have your answer as to why heâs not so keen on being surrounded by them.
âTheyâre troublesome,â he says flatly, making a face as if to say: did you see?
âYou know,â you hum thoughtfully, watching a couple of them fly in a circle in the distance with nothing short of pure awe in your pupils, âIâve heard that crystalflies roam places favored by the Archons. Perhaps the God of Anemo favors you, Diluc.â
âI highly doubt that,â he scoffs.
A part of him wonders how youâd react if he told you he knows the Anemo Archon quite wellâa part of him wonders even more how youâd react if he told you that youâve seen the Archon drunk a number of times yourself.
He decides to withhold the information when he notices the hopefulness on your features, just to preserve those precious dreams of yours a little longer.
âAlways such a cynic,â you shake your head affectionately, reaching over to brush his bangs from his forehead. He leans into your touch ever so slightly. âYou canât be sure, you know. Perhaps the Archon is listening right now.â
âIs that so?â He snorts, turning to face you as he looks at you amused, âAnd what, pray tell, do you think heâs thinking of our conversation?â
âThat youâre being quite unkind to these poor crystaflies,â you click your teeth in exaggerated disappointment as you pluck a grape from the cluster in his hands.
He watches as you pop it between your lips and chew, humming at the sweetness that invades your tongue.
âAnd youâre being quite unkind at lending me a hand,â he murmurs, thumb gently wiping a small drop of juice from your lips.
You grin sweetly, chuckling as you say, âI am helping. Iâm assessing the grapes, you knowâthis vine is particularly sweet, so I suggest using the grapes from this one. The last one was quite sour.â
âAh,â he nods, laughing softly, âI owe my next round of revenue to you, then, I suppose.â
You beam brightly.
Itâs a captivating smile, one thatâs wormed its way into his heart slowly, surely, then consuming him all at once. He leans closer, cupping your cheek gently as he hovers his lips over yours.
Just as heâs about to lean closer to fill the gap, you gasp and grab his wrist, clutching tightly.
âDiluc,â you whisper, âDonât move.â
âWhatâs wrong?â He asks in thinly masked panic, eyebrows furrowing.
âNothing,â you breathe, lips twitching into an excited grin. âJust donât move.â
And then, slowly, from the corner of his eyes, he watches the flap of two iridescent wings come closer, closer, closerâuntil the glowing body of a crystalfly rests delicately on your head.
His breath catches in his throat as he looks at you, slowly leaning away and taking in the sight.
You might be right, Diluc thinks suddenly, the Anemo Archon must send crystalflies to places he favors. Thereâs something about the way you smile as you look up without moving, eyes filled with awe when you notice the slow, gentle flaps of the wings atop your head.
He thinks the sight before him is nothing short of divine.
âSee? Theyâre harmless, you old grump,â you whisper softly, watching as the crystalfly slowly takes flight and leaves its spot on your head, âAnd very, very beautiful, donât you think?â
Heâs silent for a moment. Unable to speak.
Finally, when your eyes meet his, heâs forced out of his trance before he clears his throat softly and takes a deep breath.
âYes,â he mumbles, stepping closer and leaning in to hover over your lips once more, breathing the words against your mouth as he confesses, âQuite beautiful.â
(Heâll never admit it to you, but suddenly, heâs not so opposed to crystaflies swarming his winery. Maybe not if he has a chance to witness that sight again.)
A tribute to the Dawn Winery, my favorite god send of a place in Teyvat where I can always count on crystaflies residing for me to farm
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thinking about worm. thinking about the idea that everything is changing and it's wayyyyy too much. this eleven year old can fit so much fear inside her
#thinking that maybe it was recommended she skip a grade and leonard decided not to let her for social development reasons#(worm is um. she does not do well socially)#secretly worm was super relieved#she won't admit it though#listen. the kid is terrified of two things: clowns and change. (the secret third thing is that her mom doesn't love her.)#you can brutalize a clown with your child fists. you can not beat up a concept.#so she's worried about what it'll mean to have ANOTHER mom (who keeps trying to change her)#and what if she has to MOVE after the wedding?? she doesn't want to move! tranquility circle is her home!#that's where darryl and clyde and the other one live! she can't MOVE!#and that's not even factoring in the other changes...#oh worm. you poor thing.#worm morgenstern
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more yandere octotrio!
Dedicated to @mr-trick <3 ty for your support
"Your grades have been slipping."
When you had been called into Azul's office, you certainly weren't expecting him to scold you like a parent. To add insult to, well, insult, Jade and Floyd were there, too, and the latter couldn't stop themselves from snickering.
"I wasn't aware that was any of your business." You shot back. You didn't bother asking how he knewâyou'd had twin eels trailing you since Azul's overblot. It was rare for you to go anywhere these days without the sight of one looming at you from this distance. If their heights didn't make them obvious enough, there was the eyes. Though you had a feeling stealth wasn't the goal.
You'd be right. The tweels found it very important that you knew they were close by. Azul may have preferred for them to be stealthier, but they enjoyed your reactions too much. Plus, their presence kept others away. It's probably why Azul let them continue.
But back to the scene at hand.
Azul's response comes naturally, almost too naturallyâas if he was prepared for that response. "Of course it is. The success of Night Raven students has always been my businessâ"
The look you hit him with was enough to stop him in his tracks.
He chuckled, adjusting his tie and his approach. "Of course, business has changed in recent times. In the past the goal was to attract as many poor unfortunate souls as I could, offering contracts with the goal to better myself, and not them. But now I've mended my ways and made a switch, so to speak. Now I wish to truly help and better those I come into contact with, starting with those I already feel close or indebted to. And what better first than the one who helped me see the light in the first place."
He waited for your response, but you offered none. Not unless you included your suspicion.
"Look, business has been rough lately since the incident, and helping you seems like the best way to restore people's faith in me."
"And thus the truth comes out."
You were so proud of yourself for sussing him out. What you didn't know is that that wasn't the truthâlike at all. He didn't give a fuck what the other students thought of him, especially since he was still getting business regardless. This was about you and spending time with you, the strange, magicless student that had caught his attention like a worm on a hook. Buy to you, that would be even harder to believe than an act of true goodwill.
But that didn't matter anyway, because he had you. You agreed to help him out of the goodness of your heartâtaking the opportunity to mock him. It was difficult for Azul to keep the smirk from his face as you fell into his hand. He could tell the twins felt the same way. Even if he couldn't see then standing behind him, he could still tell when Jade's gloved hand went to cover his smile, and when Floyd's slight sway stilled just enough to zero in on you.
With that, a deal had been made: you let Azul help you out of the "goodness of his heart," and you spread the word of Azul's redemption arc.
As soon as you're gone, Azul lets an easy smirk spill onto his face like oil in water.
"We got 'em boys."
What would follow is a series of study sessions, every night, either with Floyd, Jade, or Azul himself. Study session with Floyd rarely involve studying. Sometimes you would start with studying, but heâd always end up getting bored at some point, and then declare you two would be doing something else. Other times, you wouldnât even get a chance to study, as heâd already be dragging you off somewhere before you can even set your stuff down. Floyd, being Floyd, âsomething elseâ could include anything depending on his mood. Some examples of activities youâve done during study sessions with Floyd: karaoke, ping pong, pottery, a treasure hunt all over the school for something Floyd lost a while ago and had suddenly remembered at that moment (it was in his pocket), ballroom dance classes, shopping, video games, baking. You donât even bring any study materials with you at this point.
Jade and Azul are more what youâd expect from tutors.
Jadeâs method of tutoring is hands off. He mostly just has you do your homework while he sits across from you, working on his own stuff. And if you donât have homework or finish before study time is up, heâll give you readings and practice assignments to do. He encourages you to ask him questions whenever you have them, but for the most part, you two are silent. What you donât realize is that he actually spends most of the time just staring at you. Studying you.
Azul is more hands on. Like with Jade, youre expected to either work on a class assignment, or one of Azulâs specially crafted study guides. Unlike Jade, who always sits across from you, Azul sitsâor, more often, standsânext to you. Instead of just silently watching you work, Azul works you through each problem. Heâll often end up hovering next to you, sometimes taking your writing hand in his to guide you through whatever problem youâre working on. He also offers coffee/tea/snack breaks, where you two can just talk, not just about schoolwork, but anything else.
Youâre spending every night with one of them. You often get back to Ramshackle late (especially if it was a session with Floyd). You donât see Horns as much, if at all. Study sessions with your freshman friends become almost nonexistent. Even Grim is starting to see less and less of you everyday.
Who you end up spending the most time with is, of course, the Octotrio. Not just for nightly study sessions anymore. Floyd will approach you outside of tutoring for fun activities. Jade often offers you treats for doing so well, including trips to Samâs and lunch at MostrĂł Loungeâall on him, of course. And Azul often pops in to check in on youâto make sure youâre holding up your side of the deal. And, even if you donât realize it, thereâs always at least one of them waiting to walk you to class.
Itâs no secret that Azul basically always has business on the brain. And this? This was his strategic move to monopolize you, and he got you hook, line, and sinker.
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privateer! johnny mactavish, whose only job is to raid and rob foreign vessels under arms, taking them for condemnation and their crews as prisoner for exchange. he isnât a pirate per se â he really prefers the term corsair, if the letter of marque framed in his capâs office has anything to say about thatâ
finds a stowaway on his very own ship. clever little thing must have wormed her way through from another vessel during one of their assaults, because gaz makes good work of checking for hitchers before they sail off. sheâs malnourished, dangerously close to developing scurvy, arms bruised in a way no birdâs should be. hair matted, face caked in gunpowder and salt. she can hardly voice her pleas when he comes across her while looking for extra ammunition.
but thereâs no need to worry. johnnyâs a good man, from a good name. sure he might look a little crazed, sea legs and beard veiling the hero underneath â as though he were just another buccaneer who paves their lifeâs path taking from innocents â but he only does so to those who deserve it. promise.
and you donât look like you do. virtuous thing. pretty thing, like a fresh-shelled pearl who has yet to be polished. he wonât tell the crew about your transgression. in fact, he wonât tell them anything about you at all; especially not simon, who treats him as though he were nothing more than an extension of himself. no. this is for him, and for him alone.
heâll keep you in his room. give you a nice place to rest. feed you orange slices until the colour blooms behind your cheeks. give you baths with a washcloth when he can. checks what all the fuss is about when you cover your tits protectively â heâs only cutting the dirty garbs of ye â to discover that, so long as he assures you that what heâs doing is in your best interest, youâll let him get away with anything.
like stuffing his nasty fingers in your cunt, tongue notched down your throat to muffle your cries. like feeding you his cock after successful raids, the cork off a bottle of rum plugging your tight ass shut. like folding you in half and jackhammering into your womb, months worth of pent-up sexual energy laying itself onto your poor body.
all the while â as you grow more wary, exhausted â his delusion grows worse.
because what kind of alternative fate would you find out there, with the brutes he calls friends? better off with him, lass. even if you are constantly dripping cum, growing dizzy in his bed while heâs away. at least he was taught how to treat a woman right.
(canât say the same about simon, who hasnât fallen short on noticing johnnyâs shift in behaviour. the new gait in his step, the dazzle of his smile. his bunkâs only a few doors away, after all. some nights, he swears that the creaks of his bed frame are too loud for even the stormiest of seas to spur.)
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A Night With The Winter Soldier
Summary: Youâre sent to be Hydraâs test subject for a new serum.
Pairing: F. Reader x Winter Soldier Bucky
Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI. Dark Bucky. Non con. Oral. Unprotected sex.
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A/N: I know I donât usually write for Bucky, but this idea has been stuck in my head for a long time. Iâm just tagging my regular tag list, if youâre not into dark fics, please skip! â¤ď¸
Fucked. Thatâs what you were or at least what you were going to be. You shake your head as you cover your skimpy lingerie with the matching robe your mother gave to you.
Your father is the head scientist for Hydra. He had been working on this experiment for years. He had created a serum that would cause Super Soldiers to want to reproduce. The end result would be a perfect Super Soldier baby. He finally perfected it. Who could be a better test subject than his daughter?
You begged him. You pleaded and cried. It was unfair to expect this of you. But he didnât care how you felt. He said it was your duty to do as you were told. You didnât want to make Hydra upset with your family, did you? You knew the horrors that awaited you if you refused. Your best friend, Lilly and her whole family disappeared three years ago when her father refused a command from Hydra. They were brutal and cruel. Sadly, you were used to it.
Hydra came first. Before yourself, before your family, your loyalty had to be unwavering. You knew it wasnât really your father who had suggested it be you. Your mother told you it was one of the higher ups. He had seen you in your new sundress a few weeks ago and thought you would be perfect to carry the first Super Soldier baby.
It made you sick. How could they do this? You didnât want to know what would happen if you refused. âAt least, he is the strongest Super Soldier. This babyâs genes will be impeccable with the both of you for parents.â Your mother reassured you, as if it would help you feel better.
You werenât naive. You and the baby would be monitored from the moment you got pregnant. As soon as you gave birth, the child would be ripped from your arms and watched closely. It wouldnât really be yours.
You take the elevator to the thirteenth floor, heart racing wildly. You were scared. You had seen the Super Soldiers behind glass doors where you were protected from them. Now, you were being offered on a silver platter to the biggest baddest one, like a worm on a hook waiting for a fish to jump after them.
Two guards stand outside the door to the windowless room. Their eyes roam over your barely covered body. They smirk at you as they type in the code to let you in. âGood luck, princess. Youâre going to need it.â They evilly laugh as the door opens. Slowly, you walk in, your breath catching in your throat as you hear the steel door bang tightly shut behind you.
The room is dimly lit. A leather chair in one corner, a bed pressed against the wall, thereâs a table with a half worked puzzle on it. It was so dreary, your heart aches for the poor guy that called this room home. You walk over to the table, running your hand over the puzzle. Thatâs when you feel it. Even though you couldnât see him, youâre not alone. Heâs in here with you, hid in the dark corners somewhere. You turn around to find him staring at you.
The Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes, you had demanded to know his name before you did this. His dark hair hung in waves by his cheeks, his cold blue eyes focused on your body. He was beautiful. You werenât used to seeing him without the black mask he usually wore. He was shirtless, his silver, metal arm catching your attention. You studied it. The way it looks like it was forcefully put on, the red star on his shoulder. He was always silent, brooding in the shadows. You had never been this close to him.
You reach for his face, wanting to feel him before all this started. His metal arm stops you, cold hand wrapping around your wrist. You squeak when he twists your arm behind your back, walking you toward the table.
He presses you against it, you feel his erection threatening to burst out of his black pants. One swipe of his free hand knocks the puzzle to the floor. Colorful pieces scatter all around you. He lifts you on top of the table, the cold surface making you gasp when your bare legs land on it.
Bucky holds you with his metal arm, the other one makes quick work of your flimsy robe. He grabs your breast through the thin fabric of your lingerie. You squirm under his touch as he pinches your nipple through the lace.
âYou donât know how bad I need this. Been a long time since Iâve had a pretty girl like you in my bed.â Youâre shocked when he speaks to you. You had been warned that he wouldnât talk to you at all. He takes a step back to look at you, zeroing in on your panties.
He pushes your back to the wall, commanding you to stay there. You obey, you didnât want to upset him and make this worse for yourself. He holds your top in one hand, jerking the material. The sound of itâs ripping, startling you. He was crazy strong. The thought of being manhandled by him sounded better by the second.
Next was your panties, he stripped you of them quickly, pulling you by your legs to the edge of the table. He got on his knees before you, shoving his face to your core. He licks one fat stripe up your center, moaning as he tastes you. He swirls his tongue across your clit, you buck your hips up to get closer.
Bucky pushes you down with his metal arm, ensuring that you wouldnât be able to move. You accept your fate, laying back as he laps at you. He fucks you with his tongue, his nose rubbing expertly against your sensitive nub. The band tightly wound in your stomach snaps as he drags his wicked tongue across your clit, sucking you between his lips. He doesnât hold back his moans as your arousal floods his face.
When he emerges, his face is glistening because of you. He wipes it off with the back of his flesh hand. Bucky jerks you off the table, pointing to the cold, cement ground. âOn your knees.â You sink down in front of him as he sheds his pants. Youâre surprised he hadnât already taken them off.
You shift on your knees, trying to get comfortable. He could at least offer you a pillow to kneel on or something. You look around, and spot the only one on his bed. Youâre about to ask for it, when he pulls your hair roughly, jerking your head toward his throbbing cock. It was huge. The kind of big that would hurt. You open your mouth, trying to take all of him inside.
You choke and gag, spit dribbling down your chin onto your breasts as you struggle. He looks down at you, hand still tangled in your hair. Your jaw aches already and heâs just getting started. He thrusts his hips forward, pushing your head down simultaneously. Tears fill your eyes as he hits the back of your throat. You canât help the sob that escapes you as he pulls out, only to forcefully push his way back in.
His thumbs follow the tears on your cheeks, your mascara pooling under your eyes making you look like a raccoon. âYou look so pretty when you cry.â He coos, while looking at you adoringly. He thrusts three more times, your nails dig into his thighs, a silent plea to stop. He finally pulls out, collecting you from the floor and gently placing you on his bed.
He places one leg over his shoulder, lining himself up at your entrance. He pushes inside and itâs too much. âItâs- youâre too big.â You explain. Bucky moves your other leg, spreading you wider. âYouâre gonna take all of it.â He grunts, wedging himself inside you, bottoming out with one thrust. He ignores your pained scream, leaning down to lick your fresh tears.
âSo tight. So perfect. Just for me.â He praises in your ear. Finally, the pain subsides. Bucky feels incredible, his thick cock dragging against the spot that makes your head swim. A gush of arousal soaks him as he swirls his metal thumb in circles on your clit.
âLook at you, such a good girl, dripping all over my cock.â You moan, clenching around him, your long nails clawing his back, drawing blood as your second orgasm rips through you. His thrusts grow sloppy as you feel him go still inside you. His hot cum, drips down your legs as he withdraws himself from you.
Bucky swipes it with his index finger, rubbing it with his thumb. He brings it to your lips, you swirl your tongue around his long digit, loving the way he tastes. Youâre caught off guard when his icy, metal hand collects as much cum as he can, stuffing it back inside you.
You twitch, trying to pull away from the cold hand on your heat. âAh ah ah.â He scolds. He presses his cool thumb to your clit, toying with the oversensitive pearl. âYou have to take every drop.â When heâs satisfied with his work, he makes you lay on your back so it doesnât drip back out.
You close your eyes, the sweet promise of sleep taking over you. You are almost in dream land when you feel the familiar nudge of Buckyâs cock at your sore center. âWhat are you doing?â You ask, too tired to fight him. âIâm not finished with you yet, doll.â He smiles wickedly, snapping his hips to fill you again.
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