#tanith x reader

[theres-a-body-here]

I'm cooking up some nsfw imagines of some knights of Elden Ring.

Look at em.

Update: here's the first part

[lullinglily]

I'm the anon who asked you about poly relationships. I was thinking of Rykard x reader x Tanith - can I please request an alphabet for them? If it's tricky writing two characters into one alphabet, then I'd be fine with headcanons! Much appreciated!

rykard, lord of blasphemy x gn!reader x lady tanith (relationship headcanons)

cw — cannibalism mention(s)

wc — 821 words

a/n — as always, i apologize for this taking forever. i love the volcano manor so so so much and this was very fun to write! got a little cheesy with this again sorry. hope you enjoy!

You were a courtier of the blasphemous couple, and a much beloved one at that. Your attendance to any meeting or merry event was highly coveted by them, each word spilt from your lips lapped up like wine. 

It doesn’t take too long for either of them to fall smitten with you, and they aren’t the type to be restricted by custom.

As soon as one realizes how fond of you they are, they’re already plotting with the other to win your affections.

That’s what it is — plotting.

These two are among some of the most passionate and charming Machiavellians to have ever roamed the Lands Between. They know everything there is about romance, obsession and suave flirtation.

The problem? They can be kind of scary.

Tanith is more straightforward in her flirting, and she comes on heavy. Her words are beyond just “flowery” — she speaks in poetry.

Poetry about wanting to rip out her still-beating heart and present it to you as a gift. Poetry about her heartfelt wish to have you kill and consume her. Poetry about wanting nothing more than to live inside your ribcage just so that she could be nearer to your heart.

It’s dramatic, it’s morbid, it’s … working?

She’s always calling you sweet little nicknames and holding your hand while you stalk the halls together, as coupled sweethearts typically do.

“How sweet you are. Why, I could just eat you up!” 

Rykard is less blunt. His flirting is more traditional in the sense that you just can’t tell if he’s trying to romance you or not.

Every interaction leave you with butterflies in your stomach — if not a little unnerved

He’s a tall, intimidating individual, and you never know when next he’ll strike with a sweetened word or two.

He takes you on tours around Gelmir and the manor often, surveying you more than he does his own property 

“Oh, I’ve seen it all before, dear. Thou art a far more alluring sight.”

Always greets you with some sort of glittering gift. There is no end to them, either. You receiving a priceless artifact he calls “jewelry” is as inevitable as the sun rising.

He often implores the help of his wife when flirting with you, hoping to make your heart beat double. 

“Dearest, tell me, hath thou beheld ever a more darling creature?”

“Never in all my years, my Lord. Such a precious thing it is.”

Rykard and Tanith on their own can fluster to no end when attempting to woo you, but when they’re together? It’s almost unfair. 

You’d be invited to dine at the manor one night, which wasn’t all too unusual. 

Really the only strange thing about the whole ordeal was the absence of Tanith’s knight from her side.

Even when the question was popped, it all seemed quite natural. Neither of them appeared all too nervous or desperate, though they undoubtedly were. 

“We wish for you to join our spousal covenant as family. ‘Concubine’ fits just as well as ‘jester,’ and you are far dearer than either title.” 

The food was still hot when Rykard explained it to you, and it continued to steam when you accepted. 

Your wife commissioned your portrait the very same night. 

Their bed is stupidly huge, like it was always meant for three people. You typically sleep in the middle, and while there’s plenty of space the three of you always end up nestled together.

You’ve found that married life is not so different from the courting phase of your relationship. They’re still capable of flustering you, and dote on you often.

Even after Rykard’s serpentine transformation, your relationship remains the same.

Both you and your Lady visit his chambers daily to chat, dine and be lifted into his hand to press some kissed upon those darling new scales of his.

You and Rya become the best of friends from the instant the enters the picture. 

Lady Tanith plays the role of a mature mother, wise beyond her years -- and you are something of a playmate. 

Rya just adores you, giving you cute little gifts (geodes, pebbles, flowers, dead mice …) and clinging to you constantly.

Tanith thinks you spoil the girl too much, but how can you not when your dear daughter deserves every bit of it?

Volcano Manor, despite its grim appearance, is dutifully ruled by such surprisingly loving individuals. Your Lady wife holds you in adoring reverence, your Lord husband’s heart swells to the tune of your voice and your kindly Zorayas takes great pride in her parentage.

Though a blasphemer, you felt somehow close to the divine when wrapped in the tender coil of those who you called “family.” 

[another-day-another-shadow-ban]

Only Pretending #6

Word count: 3.5k Author's note: sooo, I've decided that until I'm shadowbanned, I'll be posting this series here! I'll still reblog the chapters so it is on my primary blog. I won't be able to reply to comments still (as this is a secondary blog), but know that I sincerely appreciate every single note you people leave, so thank you so much in advance, you are so beautiful!

If pressed, you wouldn’t be able to tell how long you spent kissing that night. Wouldn’t be able to remember when you straddled her lap, holding on for however long you could.

Larissa’s hands were the gentlest torturers you’d ever known, softly but surely going from caressing your face to gripping your neck and ending up on your hips, pressing you closer with a desperate feel to it.

You could not remember the last time you were so thoroughly studied. Maybe never. There was no part of you her hands did not travel through and for the first time, you cursed your fuzzy pyjamas. What wouldn’t you have given to feel her fingers grip your thighs without any barrier between you? It was a curse but also a blessing. If you had felt cold fingers on your heated skin, you might not have had the strength to stop it.

Larissa was following a clear path. She had a goal, and it was undeniably thrilling to know she wanted you, but you were both intoxicated by more than one another. This was not a pure desire-driven endeavour; you were drunk and while your feelings and want were very clear to you, you could not know of Larissa’s. Hell, only yesterday she had asked you to be her friend. You could very well be the available option.

When you felt her hand skirting dangerously up your thigh, you mentally kicked yourself and put your hand over hers.

You separated for just a fraction, looking her in the eyes. They were heavy-lidded and you could see more than just a simple adjustment to lighting on her wide pupils. It killed you to know what your next words were when she looked so incredible, still towering over you even when you were on her lap.

“Larissa…” you whispered, and she chased your lips, stealing a brief kiss before you had the strength to part again, “I know this is frustrating, and you might hate me or thank me tomorrow, but I’d prefer having the knowledge that you were completely clear minded before choosing to go down this route with me.”

“Why are you so concerned about me all the time, it should be me who’s saying this,” she sounded defeated, dumping her head on your shoulder for the second time that evening.

You brought your hands to her nape and started to gently scratch her scalp.

“You’re concerned with everyone around you all the time.” You smiled. “Only fair that someone does the same to you.”

Her arms circled your waist, and she buried her nose in your neck. You kissed the tip of her ear and nudged her up to face you again. You felt a satisfying surge of pride seeing her small affectionate smile, and had to kiss it one more time, just as affectionately.

Getting up and turning to lie on the bed, you pulled her with you so she would be the one on top. You went down kissing, smiling, and chuckling once when she pressed her thigh between your legs a little too much and made you groan.

“Tomorrow, we discuss it, ok?” you breathed in the now darkened room and felt Larissa nod against your chest.

“Good night, y/n,” she whispered.

“Good night, Larissa.”

You woke up alone the next morning. Sunlight was coming through the half-opened deep-red curtains, warming a line up your jaw and burning your ear. Larissa must have woken with it in her eyes.

You got up and dragged yourself to the bathroom. Larissa was probably downstairs, which shouldn’t bother you, but you thought you would talk first thing in the morning and the fact that she preferred being in Morticia’s company instead of waking you to accompany her was nauseating. Maybe she was sparing you the bother of putting up with the woman and you were just worrying unnecessarily.

Taking your time to get ready and dress, you left the bedroom almost forty minutes later.

Upon stepping into the main hall, you were surprised by the large front doors opening abruptly. Through them, a squealing Enid ran inside, dropping two travel bags by the stairs and returning just as quickly to hug an unimpressed Wednesday, walking calmly inside (though the slight quiver on the side of her mouth hinted at her true feelings).

“I can’t believe I’m finally here! Stop with the pout, Addams! Your brooding days are over, time to enjoy the holiday!”

Wednesday rolled her eyes in your direction, still in Enid’s arms, as if she could convince you she wasn’t happy her girlfriend had arrived. As if it wasn’t all she talked about at dinner last night on the rare occasions she bothered to make a comment.

“Professor!” you were next in the queue of hugs, and Enid’s joyful skips towards you managed to soothe the minor discomfort that Larissa’s absence had caused. “I’m so happy that you’re here,” she whispered timidly and quite adorably, “I didn’t talk with my parents yet. I’ll do it in person, but I wanted to thank you again for our talk.”

“Of course, dear,” you tightened your arms around her, “And I’ll be here no matter their reaction if you want to talk again, ok? We can go to the Weathervane or the park, whatever you’d like.”

You separated and she smiled sweetly at you. You knew it was young love, but you wished they’d work out because looking at them, you could think of no one else who would protect Enid as fiercely as Wednesday and not a single soul that would keep Wednesday in check as Enid did. They were such an adorable pair you almost felt jealous.

“Rissa?” Morticia’s voice sounded again, a bit louder, snapping Larissa out of her reverie.

“Yes?”

“If you’ve finished eating, I’ll summon Lurch to clear the table for you.” She gestured while seating in one of the garden chairs around said table.

“No, I’ll wait for y/n, thank you. I think she’d like to have breakfast in the garden,” she smiled, remembering your idea of what your first date would have been like. She didn’t know much about you from these last few days, but she was certain you’d appreciate the fresh air and Morticia’s deadly plants.

“You know, I don’t understand what you think you’re doing,” the woman replied, rushing through the words in an uncommon manner.

“Whatever do you mean, Morticia?”

“Oh, don’t roll your eyes at me! I can see clearly what’s happening here!” she sounded impatient, which wasn’t unheard of, but she rarely showed it to anyone; that’s how Larissa knew they were alone, she got used to that secret side of the woman twenty years ago.

Masking her discomfort with a long-since practised smile, Larissa tidied the spread while choosing her words.

“And what do you think that would be?”

Larissa heard a snort, “You’re being used! You always had a soft spot for the unremarkable and that is a very generous quality of yours. I admire it, truly, but it’s the third time around, amore, and this will end up badly.”

“What?! Careful with your lies, Morticia, they’re getting bigger and bigger, and someday they’ll lodge in your throat,” Larissa was shocked by her own reaction. She thought she’d mastered how to maintain the higher ground around Morticia, but clearly, she was mistaken; at least when it was about you, apparently. “Be honest, you can’t care less about how this will end. You didn’t care the first time, why would you now?”

At that, her old roommate stilled.

“I didn’t know about her, and you know it very well,” her tone was dangerously controlled, she was looking ahead with her jaw set and from time to time her eye twitched, “When I heard the news, Gomez didn’t even have to finish sparring, I just ran to the car.” With a deep breath, Morticia turned to face Larissa, eyes sparkling and nose flaring. “You are an intelligent woman, Larissa; we both know that. So, you must have noticed the recurrent theme of charming young ladies trying to use you for their own purposes.”

“Don’t forget to include yourself on the list,” Larissa’s tone was colder than she’d expected, but Morticia’s uncharacteristic avoidance of her gaze was an exquisite treat.

Without another word, the woman stood up and walked back through the path from where she came.

The previous night, you attributed the mansion’s imposing aura to the melting of its high towery roof against the darkening of the skies that created a strange sense of elongated walls. However, through the morning sunlit corridors, the high ceilings and medieval-like decorations didn’t alleviate you of the notion in any way. You could swear one of the rooms you passed through had an actual medieval torture device.

When you started walking down the rock path, Morticia appeared from around tall white oleander bushes, looking sour, and even though her sweet smiles had been mostly false until that moment, you preferred them. Whatever happened to her, you prayed you didn’t have to know.

Upon seeing, though, her face morphed back into “alluring menace mode”.

“Good morning, my dear. Did you sleep well?” she said in a slightly hoarser version of her baritone, coming right up to you and standing close.

“Yeah, you have very good beds,” you smirked, “they barely make a sound.”

The twitch of annoyance in the corner of her lip gave away her feelings, and her expression changed again in a matter of seconds, brows knitting together and downward lips.

“Oh, did something happen in the morning then?”

“What do you mean?” what was she talking about?

“I’ve just spoken with Rissa, and she seemed very pissy about something, could barely talk to her for a minute…” you knew you shouldn’t trust her concerned tone, the glint in her eye had amusement written all over it.

So, Larissa wasn’t in bed because she was angry? Or she regretted your actions last night and seeing the person whom she started this all for irritated her? If she hadn’t wanted to prove Morticia wrong, nothing would have happened. No cuddling on the sofa, no trips and highroad hugs, and definitely no kissing like mad until you fell asleep.

She placed her hand on your shoulder and murmured, “I’d say to approach carefully, you never know when she has a temper.” before parting with her usual saunter.

So much for hope, in the end. You could only be grateful for the chance at knowing what it could be like to be… you didn’t want to finish the thought, even that felt tainted by Larissa’s repentance.

Turning where Morticia came from, you saw a few meters ahead a beautiful black iron garden table with matching chairs. Larissa’s shoulders hung softly. She didn’t look tense from her back, more contemplating with her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of a teacup.

You approached slowly, and when you were in front of her, she didn’t look near throwing you the cup. Unsurprisingly, Morticia was fond of hyperboles.

“Before you say anything, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. It was a mistake, it’s ok…” you felt your throat tight and breathed slowly in to control your emotions before continuing, “We were both drunk, and I’m happy we stopped because if not this conversation would have been a lot more awful than it already is to have. I won’t say a thing to anyone, and I won’t ask anything of you, as well, don’t worry. We can just pretend it never happened.”

Larissa’s confused expression didn’t last long. You could point out the moment she stopped being Larissa and became principal Weems in front of you. Her unguarded posture swiftly shifted to the picture of a professional stance, her face was neutral and her voice calculatedly suave.

“Of course. I’m glad that we cleared it out, I’d hate for it to be a source of miscomprehension between us,” she smiled, “Good thing that we both feel the same and can act as adults about it.”

You only nodded, too stunned to muster a response.

“Well,” she got up and gestured to the overstocked table between you, “I thought you’d enjoy breakfast in the garden. You did seem rather fond of picnics if I recall,” she ended with a breath. If you knew any better, you’d say she sounded wounded before she circled you walked away.

As soon as her towering figure was out of sight, which you knew because you watched her go without so much as blinking, you let all the air you’d been holding out, finishing with the mixture of a broken whimper and a sob. Now you knew, undeniably, that your feelings weren’t reciprocated. You felt so drained you couldn’t even cry; you simply fell into the closest chair and ignored the food by your side until someone came to get it.

When Morticia saw Larissa’s face coming from the garden, she concluded her little deception had worked.

More guests arrived in the afternoon. A lot of them very eccentric and intriguing. There was one particular guest you found very charming. Wednesday introduced him to you as Cousin Itt; apparently, he also attended Nevermore years back and was a consistent winner in debates.

“I and Pugsley facilitated his marriage years ago,” Wednesday said curiously by your side, a sinister smile indicating her rare amusement, “It was good fun to dispose of Cousin Margaret’s late husband.”

“Whatever do you mean by that?!”

She only smiled a bit more and stalked away to join Enid at the garden.

Larissa was missing for the greater part of the day. After lunch, which was stilted and awkward, only balanced by Enid and Gomez lively debating Wednesday’s adventures in the previous year, she left for who knows where and only appeared in your bedroom closely before the party was scheduled to start.

You knew you still were trying to deceive Morticia, and by her comment that morning she did seem to believe you were together, but now you didn’t know if Larissa wanted to continue with the plan; she looked so tired.

“Do you think we should talk about it?” you asked when she left the bathroom in one of the fluffy robes.

“Talk about what?” her tone was clipped.

You really wanted to maintain the illusion of being an adult, but it was so difficult with her displeased principal face. You felt like a child politely scolded for your bad behaviour. Your shoulders hurt and your chest ached; spending one afternoon away from her, not knowing what was going through her head was torture. You wondered how you’d survive the rest of the year now, if it would all fade away or if the dull aching would be a consistent reminder of all you wanted and could not have every time you walked by her or were called to her office.

It was Larissa who talked fist, prompting you out of your misery with an exasperated voice.

“Fine!” she snapped, “You want to talk about it? Let’s do that. Where do you want to start from? The part where I-“ she cut herself, looking at you with ill-concealed rage and… betrayal? What? “You know what? You start… this was your idea, to begin with,” she ended in a much quieter tone, rummaging through her belongings and producing a wine bottle before dropping into one of the armchairs by the unlit fireplace.

“You brought wine?!”

She was silent for a few moments before speaking, “I thought we could share it the first night, but you were already drunk and I was tired so I didn’t even remember it,” she sounded defeated, and the emotional rollercoaster of feelings this trip was putting you through was starting to exhaust you. You wanted just that. Simple things. Sharing wine and giggling about fooling her old roommate, being friends and not worrying about screwing everything up all the time.

“Can I have some?” you approached and seated in the chair in front of her.

“We don’t have glasses.”

“Do you really mind sharing a bottle? I mean, we did worse than that already…” you winced at the comment, but when she huffed and smiled you felt almost overwhelmed with relief and fondness.

She unscrewed the bottle and took a swing before passing it over. It occurred to you it wasn’t even the first time you drank from the same place. Last night you shared your last glass you whisky without even thinking about it.

You gulped down a healthy amount and were surprised by the sweet smoothness of it. It was the same you shared the first time you went to her office. She smiled again when your eyebrows shot up and you took another sip, savouring it this time and not just swallowing for the sake of liquid courage. You didn’t know quite what to say at the sweet gesture.

“How about we start with the reason you disappeared on me the entire day,” you prompted, gently, passing her the bottle.

She huffed a laugh again, but it was bitterer this time around. “I think you know why that was.”

“I really don’t,” you were speaking quietly, as if it was any louder something would shatter, “I can guess, but I’d prefer knowing. Not knowing things have already caused enough commotion between us, don’t you think?”

“Ha, I wonder how we’ll ever work together again after this,” she didn’t take the time to appreciate the drink, downing an amount that had her throat moving slowly to manage it.

“I think you should stop with that for now…” you took the bottle and set it on the floor. She did have a different system than you, but it was starting to feel like too much too soon.

“I don’t usually… I have been drinking much more than normal the last few days,” she confessed, her eyebrows kitting softly.

“It’s ok, I just think we’re always out of sorts before having honest conversations. The time in the car was the healthiest discussion we ever had, and it took us very high amounts of stress to even start talking.”

“You are correct, once again.”

“Again?”

“You said before that it was a mistake,” her voice was just above a whisper.

“And you agreed… with me.”

“Do you really believe that?” she huffed again, “You must know by now how I feel, you’re just too kind to tell me it is one-sided. Stop trying to protect my feelings, I’m more than a decade older than you.”

You were a bit oblivious sometimes, but you couldn’t misinterpret what she was saying, however, you could not believe it either.

“What do you mean, Larissa? Please don’t say things you don’t mean thinking it will make me feel better.”

She hid her face in her hands with a deep breath. Her hair was wet from the shower and even looking cosy and casual in her robe, all you could see in Larissa was tense exasperation.

“Who stopped us yesterday?” she murmured, dropping her hands, eyes almost boring holes in yours with her piercing determination, “Who came to me this morning offering me an out, implying we both made a mistake and not only me?”

“I thought you were…” you started saying, but she cut in.

“You thought I was what? Not interested after kissing myself molten in your arms? That I regretted while waiting for us to eat together in the garden? What did you think, y/n? Enlighten me because it really is a mystery to me what passes through your head.”

You were stunned into silence by her small outburst. She really was incomparable when her eyes lit up like that when the persona of masterly disguised feelings was put aside, and the real Larissa appeared.

“M-Morticia told me you were mad… in the garden before I met you,” you breathed, “I thought you snapped at her because she was the reason we’re doing this in the first place.”

At that, Larissa got up, you were still dazed to accompany her movements, but you felt her hands on your shoulders and suddenly she was kneeling in front of you.

“This is just a guess, but don’t you think Morticia would love nothing more than to ruin whatever it is we have since it’s exactly what she’s been trying to do since we got here?” you could very well drown on those resplendent blue eyes, clear as the Weddell Sea with emotion, “It would be laughable if we were actually together, let’s be honest, her methods are ‘petty teenager’ level, but I think we are so deep into our heads we’re falling for them just like a pair of teenaged fools.” Her hand came to caress your cheek, and you weren’t sure you were being played or if this was really happening, but you couldn’t think of any words, even less muster a sentence to agree with her, so you just had to pathetically wait for Larissa to fix everything by herself. She didn’t seem to mind so much, with a small smile and drawn eyebrows.

“Did you really regret it?” she whispered, looking almost vulnerable if it weren’t for her resolve to soothe your insecurities, “Or would you say something different if Morticia hadn’t found you before me?”

“You were all I could think about…” you covered her hand on your cheek, “I just wanted to be sure your feelings wouldn’t change…”

“They didn’t,” she said simply and leaned in to kiss you.

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Chapter Seven

[skulduggery-pleasant-bp9]

Dead Men x M/n - Angry kids (Part 5 of Dead Men meet M/n)

WARNING!: Blood x Gore, Violence, Serpine will die, a bit graphic, death, cursing AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

The names are all pronounced this !: Keiran(M/n) – Keer- in or Keer-awn Laoise – Lah-weese Lorcan – Lor-ken

Part 5 – Angry kids

Stephanie was at China’s, worried sick for Skulduggery. Serpine ambushed them and took out the Detective, while he tried to kill her. China knew her name and used it against her, to keep her in the library. She should have called Keiran.

China was out right now and Stephanie broke down the door to her private room, snatching back her phone...if she could...reach out to Keiran ?

She activated her phone and dialed his number quickly. He picked up instantly.

“Keiran Fox.”

“Keiran, help, please. China knows my Given name and she is keeping me hostage in her Library. I called her in a panic. Skulduggery and I got ambushed in Grimwood, by Serpine and his paper pals. He captured Skulduggery too.”, she quickly informed.

It was dead silent on the other end.

“Lorcan...Laoise...get your weapons and magic ready. We are going to beat some Serpine ass and get the Mortal girl out of China’s clutches.”, Keiran said with a dark voice.

“On it !”, Lorcan yelled and Laoise was slightly to hear too.

“Sit tight, think of a name and we will pick you up ! Lorcan will tell the rest of the adults and we will get ready. We have to inform Meritorius and then get Skul as fast as possible !”

“What if he is already dead ?”, Stephanie asked worried.

“Serpine thinks Skulduggery has the key. As long as he doesn’t have it, he won’t kill him.”, Keiran assured.

After that they hung up and Stephanie found her name, ten minutes, before Keiran broke the doors down, to collect her. China wasn’t happy and tried to force Stephanie to stay. But she didn’t listen anymore.

“So you have taken a name. May I know who you are now ?”, she asked the girl.

“Valkyrie. Valkyrie Cain.”

“Fuck you, China Sorrows. If Uncle Skulduggery is dead, because of your ugly ass, I will personally set this place on fire and kill you.”, Keiran growled out darkly.

“Now, now. Don’t be so dramatic.”, she scolded.

“That man has a FAMILY, you BITCH !”, Keiran screamed at her and charged at her with a dagger.

China tried to use her sigils on Keiran, but noticed too late, that they don’t work on him. He cut into her arm and she hissed. He charged again and cut at her right eye, giving her a nice scar, she hissed again in pain. She tried her sigils again, but nothing worked.

“WHORE ! JEALOUS BITCH ! SELFISH BIMBO ! DISGUSTING MURDERER ! TRASH ! WALKING GARBAGE CAN !”, he screamed at her as he charged and charged at her again, giving her cuts.

Keiran stabbed her into her abdomen and she fell on the floor. She was far from dead though.

“KEIRAN ! STOP !”, Lorcan yelled.

Keiran froze in place and looked at Skulduggery’s Son.

“We don’t have time, for that backstabbing Bitch ! Father is more important !”, Lorcan yelled.

He looked at China again.

“Remember well who saved your pathetic life, Bitch. Next time, I won’t be so merciful.”, Keiran spat and left, sheathing his dagger again.

Valkyrie stared at Keiran in shock.

“I hate that traitorous whore so much. Why we let her live, will be a mystery to me...”, Keiran scoffed.

With that they left and hurried to Meritorius. As soon as he heard that Serpine was accused again, he denied it, refused to believe them.

“Listen to me RIGHT now, Meritorius !”, Keiran yelled at him, angered.

Meritorius stared at him.

“You do not talk to your elders like that-“

“I don’t give a flying FUCK what you want ! Skulduggery is MISSING, most possibly DEAD already and you expect ME to be CALM ?! YOU expect someone like SERPINE to keep a TRUCE, for the rest of his LIFE ?! I think your old age made you forget what a person Serpine is ! He is a fucking PSYCHO, STALKER, MURDERER, FACELESS GODS LOVER and PURE EVIL ! He stalked Skulduggery’s Family since the TRUCE started ! He killed behind your back ! He was about to KILL Valkyrie THREE times now, which mind you, YOU wanted to go back to her NORMAL life too ! That could have KILLED her ! He took Skulduggery now and it is HIS life on the line ! Sorry that I told you from the BEGINNING that a TRUCE WON’T cut it ! But now get your old ass up and GIVE ME PERMISSION TO KILL HIM AND GET MY UNCLE BACK ! HE HAS FAMILY FOR FUCKS SAKE !”, Keiran screamed at Meritorius pissed royally off.

Everyone stared at him. No speaking mistake and there was a very dangerous fire in his eyes. Meritorius knew better than to argue with him any further. He will have to give in.

“If you drag us into a war, Keiran, so help me the Ancients.”

“The war started a long time ago, again, already. Your old ass just refused to see it. We are in the MIDDLE of it and YOU still sit here and do nothing but sit in your own Dream World.”, Keiran scoffed.

Then he stormed off and waited for the help, he knew they needed.

The Dead Men, Lorcan, Laoise, Valkyrie and Meritorius looked at him in utter shock and respect. Keiran wasn’t messing around and when he is pissed off and worried sick about his Family, he will get violent. Both, physically and verbally.

After a few minutes two Cleavers arrived. Meritorius arrived with the rest and Keiran scoffed.

“Is that all you will give us ? Damn, you WANT us to die.”, he accused the Grand Mage.

“We have no more, that we can give you.”

“Sure and I am the Easter Bunny. Whatever. Get rid of Sagacious Tome. He is a spy for Serpine. I spotted him a few times enter an alleyway and Serpine left it minutes later. Don’t trust him, no matter what he says. Serpine wants the book of Names and he is looking for something that can kill you. If you die, the book is unprotected.”, Keiran explained annoyed.

They were all in shock, but didn’t question it. They soon enough met Tanith, Valkyrie stated that she met her once already and that she was nice, and so Keiran allowed her to tag along. After everyone, besides Anton and Meritorius, jumped into Ghastly’s Van, did Meritorius talk.

“Your Son really is violent.”, he told the Gist Master.

“I know...”

“But...he is only violent, when he is worried sick about one of you. Be careful with one another. He seems...protective and territorial of you all.”

“We will try our best.”

“Good. Now go rescue Skulduggery.”

Anton nodded and jumped into the Van and Ghastly sped off. It didn’t take them long to arrive there and Keiran wasted no time into getting out and getting ready for kill or be killed mode. Lorcan did the same and Laoise copied her Cousin and Brother.

Tanith sent the Cleavers to distract the Hollow Ones and then they ran for the wall. Hopeless, Ghastly, Lorcan, Laoise, Erskine and Keiran made it over the wall easily. Ghastly helped Anton and Saracen with a small boost of his Magic, while Keiran helped Larrikin over it and Lorcan helped Dexter Vex over the wall. Tanith helped Valkyrie over the wall.

Together they ran into the castle of Serpine’s and started a wild search in a Team of two. Lorcan and Keiran found Skulduggery and he looked in bad shape. That, made Lorcan, go into rage mode.

“Oh, hello you two.”, Skulduggery greeted them weakly.

“What the fuck did that Bastard do to you ?”, Keiran growled out.

“Oh, just some torture with his red hand.”, he chuckled out weakly.

Lorcan and Keiran saw red at that. The others all came rushing in and Ghastly tried to crack open the handcuffs. After that was done, Saracen and Hopeless helped Skulduggery to get up and walk.

The rest of the Team tried to keep the way free, only to realize way too late that three members were missing, after they fled. Laoise, Lorcan and Keiran.

“Wait...where are Lorcan, Laoise and Keiran ?!”, Anton asked in panic, after they were in the Van.

“Shit !”, Ghastly cursed.

“We have to go back.”, Skulduggery said weakly.

“YOU need medical attention ! This is serious and urgent !”, Hopeless scolded.

“The kids !”, Skulduggery protested.

“They know what they are doing. We have to get you to Kenspeckle.”

“They are going after Serpine.”, Valkyrie whispered.

Everyone was silent.

“What ?”, Dexter asked in shock.

“Didn’t you see the murderous glares Keiran and Lorcan had ? They probably told Laoise, because she had the same murderous look later on. They are going after Serpine, to make him pay for what he did to Skulduggery.”, she explained.

“Fuck. We have to go back !”, Saracen yelled.

“If we go back now, Skulduggery will die.”, Larrikin argued back.

“Let’s hope these three are careful. We have to get Skul into medical care and that fast.”, Ghastly said worried.

Anton sat in the car, worried sick for his Son, Nephew and Niece. They were all worried, but Anton was the most worried with Skulduggery. Their children’s lives were on the line.

-With Keiran, Lorcan and Laoise-

They followed Serpine, ready to kill instantly. They had the perfect torture session planned out for Nefarian Serpine. One that he will beg to be over fast.

As soon as Serpine was alone inside a room, Lorcan locked it and Keiran knocked him out cold. Then they dragged Nefarian away from populated areas and into a deep forest. All they did was set up some cameras and then waited for the Bastard to wake up.

-With the Dead Men-

They reached the Cinema and rushed Skulduggery inside.

“Kenspeckle ?! Kenspeckle we need your help, urgently !”, Ghastly called as soon as they were in the soundproof hideout of the Professor’s.

Kenspeckle arrived after a few seconds, with his two assistants, Stentor and Civet. The older man’s eyes widened as he saw Skulduggery.

“What in the ever loving hell happened to him ?”, the Professor asked.

“Serpine.”, Saracen answered.

Kenspeckle’s face turned grim and he instantly led them to an operation room.

“Put him on the bed and then leave. This is urgent.”, he told the Dead Men.

Valkyrie was scared for Skulduggery. What if he won’t make it ? The left the room quickly and stayed seated in the waiting room.

“Shouldn’t we search Lorcan, Laoise and Keiran ?”, Valkyrie asked worried.

“We don’t know where they are right now. It would be like hunting a needle in hay.”, Dexter replied softly.

Anton just sat there, eyes unfocused. He was worried sick.

Ghastly put a hand on the Hotelier’s shoulder, which made him snap out of his thoughts.

“Don’t worry, Anton. I bet they are okay.”, the tailor told him with a soft smile.

“I hope so...”, Anton replied.

Hopeless, Larrikin, Saracen and Valkyrie had a grim face. They hoped so too, for Anton’s and Skulduggery’s sanity’s sake.

-With the kids-

Serpine woke up finally. The children already had sinister grins on their faces and Laoise started the cameras.

“W-what happened...?”, Serpine groaned and rubbed his head.

They agreed that Lorcan can break Serpine’s bones, Laoise can stab him anywhere she wanted and Keiran will cut off the hand.

“Well, well, well~ Awake at last, aren’t we~?”, Keiran purred darkly.

Serpine stiffened up, eyes wide in horror.

He quickly turned around, right hand stretched out to instantly kill, but Keiran saw that coming and grabbed the outstretched arm, then pressed it to the floor, making Serpine hiss in pain.

Before Nefarian could make Keiran let go of his hand, by causing him pain, he screamed in agony already. Keiran’s dagger came crashing down and made quick work of cutting through the bone of Serpine’s red hand, severing it from his body.

Keiran smirked darkly at Serpine, who looked at him with tears in his eyes.

“You disgusting piece of trash, hurt and tormented my Family for long enough. It’s time to end it, don’t you think ? I told you, you lay your hands on my Family, you will regret your existence.”, Keiran said darkly.

Then he got up and picked up the cut off red hand. Just then did Serpine see Lorcan and Laoise, Skulduggery’s children. They didn’t look very happy.

“Oh, we will have fun, won’t we, Serpine~?”, Lorcan asked darkly, a dark promising smile on his face.

Laoise giggled darkly and gave Serpine also a dark, promising look.

“N-now, now ! We can talk about this, kids !”, Serpine tried to convince.

“Yeah, no. You bothered us for way too long. You broke the truce. You HURT my Father. You tried to kill us. You tried to kill Keiran and now you want to TALK ABOUT EVERYTHING ?! Fuck you, Nefarian Serpine.”, Lorcan snarled.

With that Lorcan lifted the sledge hammer and let it slam onto Serpine’s right leg, making a satisfying loud cracking sound. Serpine screamed in pain, while Lorcan continued to break his bones to pieces.

“When we are done with you, you wish you were never born.”, Keiran promised Nefarian darkly.

Serpine was scared. He never saw them this pissed off, nor did he ever had to feel this threatened before. He didn’t want to die...

-With the Dead Men-

Kenspeckle came out of the room and everyone looked at him. The older man sighed.

“He will be fine soon. Give him a few hours and he can leave. He had a few cracked bones and open wounds on his torso.”, Kenspeckle informed.

“Oh thank the Ancients ! He will be fine.”, Larrikin said in relief.

“If you would have came two seconds later, one of his ribs could have broken apart and stabbed him in the heart, so good instincts to bring him to me.”

Everyone grew pale at that information.

“Holy shit...”, Ghastly muttered.

Kenspeckle looked around and then was confused.

“Where are the kids ? Usually they are always with you.”, the Professor asked.

“They went after Serpine without our knowledge. But we had to choose. Either Skulduggery or them. They can handle themselves and we would have searched for them, if we knew where they are.”, Dexter explained.

Kenspeckle stared at them then sighed and muttered under his breath.

“I hope for you all, that you won’t regret your choice.”

With that he left them alone.

-With the trio-

Serpine just took his last breath and the three kids pouted.

“Oh, our toy is already broken...”, Lorcan pouted.

“Such a shame.”, Keiran said as he looked at the bleeding messy pile, that used to be Serpine.

“What do we do with the body ?”, Laoise asked.

“Burn it. We give Uncle Skulduggery the hand as present. I bet he wants to burn it himself.”, Keiran answered.

Lorcan turned off the cameras and brought them to Keiran.

“What about the recordings ?”, he asked his Cousin.

“I am making a quick Movie out of it. A great memory for life. We killed a bastard that hurt Family. A warning for future foes too.”

“I like your idea.”

“You always do.”

With that Keiran took the Cameras and started to make a small movie out of it, while Lorcan and Laoise collected wood, to burn the body.

-Time skip with the Dead Men-

Ghastly was pacing around, just like Anton. Anton paced because his worries got to him, about his Son. Ghastly paced because of Skulduggery’s kids, Keiran and impatience. He wanted to see his friend.

Soon enough Kenspeckle came out of Skulduggery’s room and looked at them.

“You can go in now. He is responsive and well rested.”

Instantly they all rushed inside and saw Skulduggery sitting up in his bed, slightly hunched over, but he was sitting. He looked at his friends and Valkyrie and waved, with a smile. It looked stronger and more healthy, than the last one he gave them.

“Hello you all.”, he joked.

Ghastly shook his head and hugged Skulduggery.

“Idiot. How are you feeling ?”, the tailor asked.

Skulduggery hugged him back and huffed out a small laugh.

“I am doing just fine. A bit healing still, but I am feeling ready to beat some ass again.”

“The kids are still not back yet, Skulduggery.”, Anton informed the man, worried sick.

Skulduggery looked at Anton and frowned, worried too.

“Let’s hope they are fine. As much as I would love to chase them down now, I can’t. I am still recovering. Serpine did more damage, than I thought.”, the Detective replied.

Suddenly the doors swung open and everyone looked in the direction of the swung open doors. Their eyes widened as they spotted Lorcan, Laoise and Keiran, covered in blood, but they looked smug and satisfied with themselves.

“Kids ! Are you alright ?!”, Dexter asked in worry.

“We are just fine, Uncle Dex !”, Lorcan replied, energetic and smug.

Keiran and Laoise nodded, big grins on their faces. The Dead Men, Tanith and Valkyrie grew concerned.

“What did you do ?! Why are you covered in blood ?!”, Anton yelled in worry.

“It isn’t ours, Papa.”, Keiran replied still smug.

“Then...whose is it ?”, Ghastly asked.

“Serpine’s.”, the three replied happily.

The Dead Men and two girls stared at the trio in shock.

“WHAT ?!”, they all screamed in shock at the kids, who were still smug.

[wxnheart]

Can we get some Rykard x Tanith x reader up in here please? ♥️ NSFW welcome if you're cool with it. (pre-serpent rykard pls 😭)

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐚, 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐄���𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐑𝐲𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐡 (𝐍/𝐒𝐅𝐖)

"TOGETHAAAA...!"

Rykard and Tanith were the ones to approach you after the tension became too much.

Rykard was the one who put a name to it, this... thing that was going on between you three. Careful planning went into the when, where, and how they'd approach you.

To your surprise, despite the man's public persona, he's actually quite congenial behind closed doors. The same goes for Tanith, albeit she is much more inclined to speak what's truly her mind in the comfort of your bedroom. You've laughed more times than you can count because of her.

In the bedroom, they are FAR from dull. From an outsider's point of view, it would be easy to perceive Rykard and Tanith as being rather boring and stilted people (you later find out this is intentional) but when it comes to the carnal arts, well...

Rykard and Tanith love to indulge your senses, though Rykard himself enjoys indulging his senses just as much. And by the Golden Order does he enjoy being captivated by you both.

Rykard loves to watch you and Tanith, loves to watch the sensual way she moves her body, the way she explores every part of your body.

Tanith greatly enjoys the way you shudder every time Rykard teases you, running slender fingers along your skin, the cool metal of his rings leaving goosebumps in their wake.

And kissing? Rykard's passion is most seen through his kisses. They are firm, they leave you breathless. Tanith is the teaser, feathery light, tongue tracing your lips.

Rykard who's pressed against you from behind, sheathed to the hilt inside you, the deep raspiness of his voice gently guiding you as your fingers bring Tanith to climax. Rykard bends you over and rewards you; he fucks you mercilessly and you give it just as good to Tanith. Your head is buried between her thighs and soon you all are a hot, sweaty, overstimulated mess. And you love it.

Pristine nature be damned, Rykard holds you two close to him as you bask in the post-coital afterglow; he revels in the post-orgasmic shudders as you three come down from your high, as you and Tanith continue to die 1000 deaths.

And to say you're incredibly satisfied with your lovers would be the BIGGEST understatement ever uttered in the Lands Between.

[alder-saan]

Infirmary

Larissa x blind! reader

Warnings : mention of violence.

Flirting and teasing.

You are the new school doctor at Nevermore...

Word count: ~2.9k

Thanks to @tanith-rhea and @bobia13 for beta-reading it! (And @on-an-egotrip who was a bit late but still thank you)

You were writing on your Braille keyboard. This was the end of your first week at Nevermore as the new school doctor. An earphone on, you were listening at the computer-generated voice saying the sentences you were typing.

You heard someone walking next to the infirmary. Long strides, steady click of heels on the parquet. Probably Principal Weems. The steps stopped in front of the opened door. Yes, that definitely was Principal Weems. You recognized her deep breath rhythm. You waited for her to talk to you, but she didn’t say anything.

Larissa was watching you. You seemed so absorbed by your work, she found this somehow cute. She may have had a little bit of a crush on you. She was staring at you, at your hair falling in front of your white eyes, at your hands running on the keyboard, at your so attractive lips, unaware that you could hear her.

And you knew she was staring. That made you smile. Principal Larissa Weems, staring at you… That was quite pleasant.

Why are they smiling? she thought

And you continued typing, as if you didn’t know she was there. And she continued looking at you, your white coat, your skin... When she had read your resume, she was reluctant to hire you because of your blindness. Nevermore was not really suitable for blind people. But in your interview with her, you told her about the abilities of your other senses which allowed you to move around without too much trouble. And then you had an assistant, Simon. Now she was very happy to have hired you. She was very happy because she could look at you. But during the interview, she also noticed this ring you had. A little gold ring, a little gold ring engraved with fine writing that she could not read. And as you had a ring, she knew she would never be able to make a move, and flirt with you. You already belonged to someone else. She knew she could never have you. So she just looked at you.

“Do you want to talk to me, or are you just here to stare, Principal Weems?” You asked.

Her eyes widened. How did you know?

“If you just want to stare, go ahead. I don’t mind.”

“Can you… see me?”

“I can’t, I’m blind, Principal. But I can hear you.”

She cleared her throat.

“I wanted to talk to you but… as you were working I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Don’t worry, come, I always have time for my boss.”

You heard her heels approaching you, and her floral perfume wrapped you. She sat on the chair in front of your desk.

“I wanted to ask if your week went well.”

“Oh, pretty well, thank you. Do you want tea or something? I have tea, coffee, herbal tea, some sodas or fruit juice.”

“Er…”

“Tyl’, can you make me a cup of tea, please? Do you want one, Principal Weems?”

“What kind of tea?”

“Earl Grey. I’m pretty basic.”

Now she thought about this, the entire infirmary smelled Earl Grey. Actually, your mug was never empty. Everyone has their own addictions.

“A safe bet. I’d like one, thank you.”

“Two cups of tea, Tyl’.”

The kettle began to boil.

“Who’s Tyl’?”

“Uh? Oh, Tylgoedin, it’s an enchantment a friend of mine made for me. It’s basically like Alexa but more efficient.”

“And… Can you do all that you want with it?”

“No, I _or anyone else_ have to do the action at least one time for it to memorise. And then it just does the same thing again and again. I can teach him new things, but usually, it's a non blind person who does it for me.”

“I didn’t know that kind of thing existed…”

She looked at the kettle, and then two mugs floated in the air to the table on which the kettle was. Two tea-bags went out of a small box, settling on their own in the mugs.

“It allowed me not to have someone permanently with me. I can live alone thanks to this enchantment.”

She frowned. You had a ring. Did your… partner let you live alone? What kind of partner was it?

“You live alone?”

“Yes, why?”

“I thought you… were engaged or married. Or maybe you don’t live with them… Which is… totally fine. I’m not questioning your life choices. That would be unprofessional and inappropriate.”

You suppressed a chuckle.

“My ring, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Mh, that’s Tyl’, the enchantment is on ring, I mean. I decided to put it on my ring finger to show my ex-colleague I wasn’t interested. But that’s true I don’t need to do this anymore.”

Her eyes widened, her heart warmed. So you were neither engaged nor married. She might have a chance with you.

“A simple ‘no’ wasn’t enough?”

“He learnt I was a lesbian and thought he could change me...”

The tea now brewed, the two cups came towards you. So you were a lesbian, uh? That was good to know. Larissa took a sip.

“Men…” She said in a sigh.

“And you?”

“And what “me”?”

“Engaged? Married?”

She blinked in disbelief. Were you really asking her if you had someone?

As she was taking time to answer, you got worried. She was your boss. You couldn’t just flirt with her like that.

“I’m sorry, that’s inappropriate. Just forget what I-”

“No, that’s okay, sweetheart. I’m single.”

You blushed and coughed, hearing the pet name.

“S-So, what did you want to ask me? Apart from whether my week went well.”

“Yeah, I have two more questions. First, is everything alright? I understand if you need facilities due to your disability.”

“I will just need time to program Tyl’, that’s all.”

She nodded.

“Did you see many students this week?”

“See? None.” you giggled.

“Oh, of course, sorry, well… You know what I mean, right?”

“Yes, don’t worry, I’m just messing with you. A few came here. headaches, stomachaches, hypoglycemia...Usual stuff. Mmh, yeah, one panic attack. But that’s all.”

“Who was it?”

The worries in her voice made your heart melt. She cared so deeply about her students, that was adorable.

“Enid Sinclair, if I remember well. But I'm not quite sure.”

“Blue eyes, blond hair, pink and blue high-” she stopped as she realised you couldn’t recognize her with this kind of description. “Talks a lot, really kind, unbearably curious”

“I think that’s her. I cannot tell you more about it, but don’t worry, she’s okay now.”

“I understand, thank you.”

You instinctively fidgeted your ring, as the silence returned. You knew she was watching you. It was as if you could feel her gaze on you. But you didn't know what she was thinking. You were afraid you had been too direct with your question, a little earlier, that you had said, at one point, something inappropriate. She made you nervous. But you tried to hide it.

“Do you have… another question?”

“No, that’s all, Dr Y/L/N. Thank you for answering.”

“You’re welcome, principal Weems.”

And then she left. Only the scent of her perfume lingered behind her.

.

A week went by.

You were eating your lunch on a bench in the courtyard when your phone rang. That was Simon, your nurse colleague. 

“Simon, is there a problem?”

“Y/N? Yes, yes, there is a big problem now. I can’t handle it. Either you come now or I call the emergency room”

“I’m on my way, what’s the problem?”

“Principal Weems had been attacked by normies. She managed to drive back to Nevermore and walk to the infirmary, but she threw up and her head is bleeding.” He quickly spouted off.

Your blood froze as you recognized the words "attacked" and "Principal Weems" in his frantic gibberish. Shit. It could have been a concussion…

“I’ll be there in one minute.”

You hung up.

You almost ran into three students. You knew the way to the infirmary by heart, but you couldn't predict where the students were, and your ear was overwhelmed by all the noise around you. 

“Sorry, sorry, it’s an emergency.”

You tried to protect your ears as much as you could. This was really uncomfortable. Some teenagers grumbled "watch out!" as you passed.

You arrived in the infirmary, breathless. But you had no time to catch your breath.

“Where is she?”

“She is lying in one of the resting rooms. The left one. I gave her water and painkillers.”

“Thank you Simon.”

You walked to the resting room. When you opened the door, you heard Larissa’s breathing. It was calm, and it comforted you. The stillness in the room was appeasing the tinnitus in your ears.

“Dr Y/L/N?” she articulated.

“Yes, that’s me, how do you feel?” you said as you carefully closed the door behind you.

“Strange.”

“That’s normal. Can you give me your hand, please?” you held out your hand towards the voice.

“Why?”

“You know, my ability. I can know where you’re hurt by touching your skin.”

“Oh, right, right.”

Her hand touched yours. You gently squeezed it, appreciating the softness of her skin, and concentrated. You automatically knew all of her body, from its outer form to the smallest cell of which it was composed. You spotted a superficial wound on her temple and some bruises on her ribs and arms. You inspected her brain very carefully, trying to ignore the dopamine and oxytocin her brain was secreting. But there was nothing abnormal or serious. A small concussion, she would need to rest. More fear than harm. You let her hand out.

“You’re really beautiful, darling, you know?”

You felt your cheeks warming. Why would she say that now? The blow to her head must have been harder than you thought… But why didn’t you find anything?

“I was about to say nothing serious, but I might be wrong.”

“Oh, come on, can’t you just accept a compliment?”

“Then thank you, you too.”

“You don’t need to say that, you know. Especially if you can’t see.”

“I touched you. I know all about your body. Even your blood type and your chronic back pain, darling.”

“Jesus! Do you know my DNA too?”

“I cannot know that. But what I do know is that holding my hand makes you secreting pleasure hormones”

“Eh! That’s unfair!”

“Life’s not fair, Principal Weems.”

You smirked, and while turning around, you asked Tylgoedin for some bandages, cotton and antiseptic for Larissa's wound. You heard her moving in the bed, behind you, but gave it no attention. The three items floated to your hands, and you took a step back, willing to approach you from her.

But she was right behind you, sitting on the bed. You didn’t properly calculate the distance between you and her. You lost your balance, bumping into her knees, and fell directly onto her lap, as everything you had in your hands hit the ground. She wrapped her arms around your waist.

“Nice catch.” she said.

Nice calculations, she thought

“I’m sorry, Principal Weems. I didn’t want to…” You felt your heart racing.

“Call me Larissa, darling.”

“Al-alright. Then I’m sorry, Larissa.”

“Don’t, that’s not your fault.”

“Can you let me stand up, now?”

“Can't you bandage me from my lap?”

You were about to argue but… Being on her lap was quite nice. You snapped your fingers, and the items on the floor flew into your hands.

“I can.”

Tylgoedin poured a few drops of disinfectant on the cotton. You could hardly concentrate, her arms around your waist, her breathing so close to you. You could almost hear her heartbeat.

“Good, because I won’t let you go,” she purred

“Is that a kidnapping, Principal Weems?” you teased.

You began to disinfect her wound, and you felt her tense up as you applied the antiseptic.

“Sort of. For me to release you, you'll have to allow me something... a date, for example.”

You tried to hide your giggle and your blush, but as your head was a few inches separated from hers, she could see your reaction. You wondered if she could feel the warm glowing from your cheeks.

“How dare you flirt with me during my working hours?” 

“Well technically, this is your lunchtime.”

“True.”

She turned her head towards you. Your hand on her cheek allowed you to know where she was looking. And she was looking at you, at your eyes, your lips, your neck.

“You know, when I said you were beautiful, I meant it.”

“Oh, hush. Stop talking or I’ll disinfect your eye.”

You never liked this kind of compliment. It reminded you you could never tell if it was true or not. And honestly, many people, especially teens and pre-teens, told you you were not beautiful, even ugly, because of your white eyes and the fact you couldn’t wear makeup. Now, compliments  sounded like a bad joke to you.

“Why would you disinfect my eye?” she asked, half laughing.

You wrapped a small bandage around her head.

“Because to say such nonsense, you probably have something in your eyes which prevents you from seeing properly.”

“Darling, among the two of us, you are the blind one. So trust me on all the appearance stuff, okay?”

“You might be right. It’s just… Compliments on what I look make me uncomfortable.”

“Okay then. What if I say you have a really beautiful voice?”

You smiled. That was the kind of thing you liked to hear. You put your lips on the bandage on her temple and kissed it.

“Are you kissing my boo-boos?”

"Yeah, it’s a part of my ability, I can remove pain with kisses." It wasn’t. But she had no way to prove it.

"What if I feel pain somewhere else?"

You verified, but you couldn’t spot pain anywhere else right now. She was lying.

"You don't, I know it"

"I do! Just here." With a smirk, she put her fingertip to her lips.

“You smart girl…”

You put your other hand on her other cheek and kissed her. Her lipstick made it feel strange, but not unpleasant. And you could know her heart was racing, and her brain was releasing oxytocin. She moved her hands behind you, holding you tighter. Her lips against yours, her breath on your face, that was all you wanted right now. Her teeth sunk into your bottom lip, and you made a sweet moan. She kissed you, again and again, moving very slowly to lay you down on the bed. She left some kisses on your cheeks, on your jaw, on your neck, at the edge of your shirt, which wasn’t covered by your white coat since it was your lunchtime. Her hands went under your clothes, caressing the skin on your ribs.

“Larissa…”

“I want you, Y/N”

She was driving you crazy. You knew she wanted you. Through the contact of her lips on your skin, of her fingertips on your belly and of your hands on her cheeks, you knew she was getting wet.

“I know,” you whispered.

You buried your fingers in her hair, it was soft, almost smooth. Her perfume enveloped you completely, so that all around you was her. The lips on your skin : her. The intoxicating scent : her. Those hair you felt under your touch : her. This body, towering you, pressing you against the bed : her. The sweet moans : her. The hands on your hips, running a finger under your shirt : her. The breathing sound and the heartbeat : her. But you couldn’t get enough. You wanted more.

Then the clock rang. It was the end of your lunchtime.

You sighed. You had to work. You didn’t want to but…

“Larissa, let me go, please.”

She groaned and caressed your cheek.

“I don’t want to.”

“Me neither, but my boss won’t be happy to learn I spend my working hours kissing a pretty girl in the resting room.”

“This is a kidnapping, sweetheart, your boss won’t say anything, it’s against your will...”

You chuckled. You really wanted to stay with her. You wanted her. Her body, her scent, her hands, her breathing, her hair, her lips, and her heart.

“I accept your offer of a date, then.”

“Okay, okay, you may go. But wait a second.”

She rubbed her thumb on your skin.

“What are you doing?” you asked

“You wouldn’t want every student to see my lipstick colour on your skin, would you?”

“God, I forgot it could leave stains…”

As hard as you could love her dominating you, you loved her just as much taking care of you. You let her clean your skin, knowing she was smiling while looking at your own smile. 

“That’s all, no lipstick stains left.”

“Thank you.”

You stood up. Now she wasn’t touching you anymore, you couldn’t know what she was doing, you didn’t like that, not knowing all about her.

“You need to rest, at least for 24h”

“Can I at least have my laptop, I need to work.”

“No work.”

“But I have to-”

“It is a work stoppage, doctor's order. No work.”

“Not even a single email?”

“Not even a “single” email. Nothing. Nic. Nada. Nichts. Nulla. Nietsego. Capice?”

“Okay, okay, Dr Y/L/N.” she laughed “And for our date?”

“What about… Sunday? To the Weathervane?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“If you need anything, I’m at my desk.”

And you went out of the resting room.

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Hope you all enjoyed it!

[just-your-casual-nerd]

Master List of Fics I like Pt. 3

Note: I did not write any of these fics, I just enjoy reading them and had a shit load of them saved. So, I figured I would put all of the ones I liked on a master list, figuring that its an easy way to keep track of them, and maybe you guys would like them as well. Have a Great Day fellow Nerds! 😁👋

2nd Note: If Someone wants me to take their fic or another fic off, let me know and it will be done. I don't want to offend anyone or make them upset.

3rd Note: I officially have so many more fics I like that won’t fit on my other master lists, lol. I hope you find this helpful for you all!! 

Larissa Weems: 🥰

Find What You Desire By: pro-weems-places

Begging By: Prettygreenpills

Private Dancer | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Sex in the Flowers By: mandy-asimp

Headmistress By: Prettygreenpills 

Fear of Losing By: liliweems  

Sweet anniversary By: Prettygreenpills

Pasta and a bit of Magic By: leonorasbabygirl 

in my head (series) By: weemssapphic 

Staying After By: sharedramblings

Nightmares By: starrknessblog 

baked with love By: billiedeansbitch 

Let’s Try something new | NSFW By:  v3nusxsky

Vengeance By: rippersz 

I Love You By: pebbleswritessometimes 

Darling please | fluff By: v3nusxsky

Fuck Me Dirty By: cissyenthusiast010155

You’re not mad? | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Painted Doubts By: alexusonfire 

Asking For It By: cissyenthusiast010155

Precious doll | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

First time pt. 2 (one of my favs) By:  cissyenthusiast010155

A writers muse By: littledollll

Play a game | NSFW By:  v3nusxsky

Misunderstanding By: pebbleswritessometimes

So desperately blind By: leonorasbabygirl

You’re safe my love By: v3nusxsky

Be my good doll~ NSFW By:  v3nusxsky

Valentine’s By: pebbleswritessometimes

Keep Reading By: billiedeansbitch 

Way to shy for that By: leonorasbabygirl 

Use me, i’m yours By: weemssapphic 

My safe person | Agere By: v3nusxsky

Forever? Forever. By: littledollll

Safe space | fluff By: v3nusxsky

Five days, four nights (part 2) By: billiedeansbitch 

Lipstick Stains-Pt.2 By: weemssapphic 

Injured wings By:  v3nusxsky

A Perfect Fit (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz 

Dangerous Games By: dianneking 

Admittance By: rippersz 

Just For You By: sharedramblings 

Come back to bed darling | Fluff By:  v3nusxsky

You little minx | NSFW By:  v3nusxsky

Untouchable By: littledollll

Chosen mother By:  v3nusxsky

Larissa Weems x fem!reader By: youranonymousauthor 

First time pt. 1 (one of my favs)  By: cissyenthusiast010155

It’s gones! | Agere By: v3nusxsky

Never a burden to me By: v3nusxsky

Your pleasure is mine By: littledollll

Innocent dove | NSFW By:  v3nusxsky

Let me by your girl By:  v3nusxsky

Hyde and need (so good, made me cry) By: alder-saan

Not odd but unique | NSFW By:  v3nusxsky

Late bloomer By:  v3nusxsky

Multitalented By: littledollll

Not so dirty secret | fluffy NSFW By:  v3nusxsky

Accidentally on purpose | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

A New Start pt. 3 (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Violet soul By: yourlocaldisneyvillan 

Morning Kisses By: sharedramblings 

You’re rightful place | NSFW By:  v3nusxsky

Pleasant interruptions By: milfmuses 

Even in my worst lies, you saw my truth in me By: averyalaska

Bunny. By: cherrysweetdevine 

Lipstick stains. By: cherrysweetdevine

A love like yours. By: cherrysweetdevine

The sound of heartbeat. By: cherrysweetdevine

The perfect way to end a long, hard day. By: cherrysweetdevine

Stood Up (part 2) (NSFW) By: milfsloverblog 

Happy to see you | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

In Deep By: spoilmesweetieforficssake 

Only Pretending #9 By: Tanith-rhea

A willing sacrifice | angst By: v3nusxsky

To People Watch One Person By: rippersz

Kiss me By: billiedeansbitch

My minx | NSFW By:  v3nusxsky

Call it revenge By: littledollll

Staying After By: sharedramblings 

Satisfied By: weemssappic 

Almost Caught By: starrknessblog 

Grandma Morticia {L. Weems} By: illegal-heartbreaker

Nightwalker By: milfswriter 

My brat | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Punishment By: littledollll

Only Pretending #8 By: tanith-rhea

When the lights go down By: weemssapphic 

Five days, four nights [part 1] By: billiedeansbitch 

Old Wounds, New Dances By: alexusonfire 

Her Little Love By: littledollll

The first heat with you | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

New Years Kiss By: daydream-cement 

A New Start pt. 4 (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Tattoos & Bruises: Chapter 6 By: mistressweems 

Lunch date By: v3nusxsky

Try me | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Girl in Red (lips) By: gwensfreak

The Proposal By: ladylarissaweems 

Vengeance By: rippersz

Zebra By: alder-saan

A new lipstick By: purplexxsloth

Play thing | NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Call me Larissa By: purplexxsloth 

Pasta and a bit of Magic By: leonorasbabygirl 

Brienne of Tarth:😊

Battle field By: littledollll

Miranda Hilmarson: 😘

Records By: bobia13

Clingy By: daydream-cement 

Pussy is God By: hausoffilth

Lucifer: 😈

Violet Soul: Chapter 2 By: yourlocaldisneyvillain

Brainless pet By: littledollll

The Devils Maid By: rippersz 

Pretty Tears By: littledollll

Love language: acts of service By: littledollll

Comfort In Hell By: Littledollll

[daydream-cement]

It Will Come Back (NSFW)

Jane Murdstone x Reader

Jane and you keep meeting for your weekly book clubs, but the books seem to all be sharing a central theme.

gahhd this was fun to write. thank you @tanith-rhea for the post that got me motivated to write this and thank you to my sweet baby @alexusonfire for being a beta <3

You know better, babe, you know better, babe

“Are you even listening? Honestly, sometimes I wonder if there is anything going on in that head of yours.” The sound of Jane’s cutting voice drew you from your daydreams of her. In your fantasies, she had you pushed back on the settee, her lips hovering inches above yours as she berated you for ogling her. In reality, she was seated next to you, her hands folded atop of a book in her lap. 

Each week the two of you met to discuss your chosen book of the week. She had been a faithful customer of the bookshop in which you worked and had both met, and while your friendship was quick to grow, you occasionally found her to be abrasive and self-righteous. It was something you could easily overlook when compared to her incredible wit and mesmerizing beauty. 

She repeated your name once more when she didn’t receive a timely reply; shaking your head and turning your gaze upward to meet hers, you spoke quickly to subdue her growing frustration, “Yes, I’m listening. Sorry... as you were saying about Ms. Brontë’s work?” 

Before speaking, Jane looked you up and down, her lips pursed and eyes narrowing in disbelief that you had actually been listening to her. She chose to begin her thought once more, her eyes lingering on yours to ensure you were paying attention this time, “I was saying that it seems like Brontë’s female main characters engage in obsessive relationships with other women... Would you agree with this sentiment...?”

“Are you referring to their relationships as platonic... or something more Biblical?” Your eyes widen at the unreserved question, which went far beyond the realm of polite conversation for your two person book club. 

Since meeting Jane, there were many urges stirred within you that you had rarely experienced up until that point. The occasional brush of your hands at the bookstore would set your cheeks aflame and cause your breath to hitch. Never had you been more attracted to another individual, and Jane being who she was made those romantic and lustful feelings far more intimidating than anticipated. 

She hesitated momentarily, her fingertips dancing around the edges of ‘Villette’s’ hardcover. It was hard to not focus specifically on her hands and the skillful way her pointer and middle fingers graced the inside edge of the book, “From my perspective, it would require reading through the lines to determine the full extent of their relationships.”

“Indeed...” You nod, holding back on providing too much of your own personal input until she prompted you further. 

With a deep breath, Jane set her book on the table nearby and turned her body towards you, her shoulders back and face proud, “How good are you at reading through the lines? And of course, I’m referring to the moments when you are not spacing off into oblivion, daydreaming about only God knows what.” The final four words were spoken in a lower register, one that made your insides churn with a sensation you had never experienced before. 

Your mouth felt dry as your mind went completely blank. Internally, you were wrestling with yourself: was Jane trying to accrue these feelings within you or was your mind just running rampant? Shyly staring down into your lap, your fingers twist and pull at one another you focus on the specifics of the book rather than your personal relationship to Jane. “If we refer to the text, Lucy finds Ginevra to have many negative characteristics, yet she finds her quite attractive anyway.”

You could feel Jane leaning in close to you, but you felt frozen in your current position, only able to watch her leaning in from the corner of your eye. Her hot breath was on your ear, you could swear you felt her lips grace your ear lobe, “A familiar experience for you, hmm?” 

“Pardon?” You croaked, eyes closed as you waited for her to touch you further. What you hadn’t connected was her recognizing how you looked at her, both finding her deeply flawed yet alluring. 

Than to smile at me, smile at me like that

You were positive she knew what she was doing. She would ask for you specifically when she asked your boss to deliver her weekly order of books for her Lady, each weekly shipment containing her own book for your book club. Each Monday, your employer would have a stack of books ready to be taken to the home of Jane’s Lady. 

As always, when you knocked at the door of her Lady’s home, the butler answered with a neutral expression and a nod. He silently led you down the same path as usual, down the hall to the parlor on the right where Jane was always patiently waiting for you. He announced your entry and Jane’s blue hues were on you in a millisecond, “Ms. Murdstone. This week's books are here for you.”

She set her embroidery to the side and picked herself up from her place on the settee, coldly looking to the butler, “Thank you... You are dismissed.” Upon the closing of the parlor door, Jane finally addressed you once you were both alone, her tone shifting from cold and uncaring to pleasant and, dare you say, loving, “If it isn’t my favorite bibliophile. How are you today?”

Your arms were beginning to feel heavy from the weight of the books, but you wouldn’t place them anywhere until Jane directed you to. She had scolded you previously about being presumptuous and you weren’t looking to get into trouble with her once more. Shifting the books from side to side, you answered her question absentmindedly, “Quite well... and you?”

“Books can be placed on the credenza.” Her hand gestured to a finely made credenza on the far side of the room and you immediately started towards it, looking to liberate your arms of the soreness beginning to build. From the sound of her voice, you could hear her following you across the room, stopping directly behind you. “No complaints... Are we really going to persist with this tedious small talk or shall we talk about something more stimulating?

You turned on your heels, chin tilting upwards to look into her eyes rather than staring at her chest. The smile spreading across her face was one of pleasure in her perceived dominance over you. Taking one more step forwards, she caused you to take a step back, your back hitting the credenza and her hands coming down on either side of you. Your voice was shaky with nerves, “Apologies, miss. What, uhm- What books do you have for us to- to read this week?” It was challenging to maintain a gaze with her as she leaned in closer, your eyes flickering down to her lips. 

“This one was a special order from a friend. I had your copy delivered to your home.” Her head gently cocked to the side, her hands sliding in closer to land on your hips, fingers balling up the fabric of your skirts to keep you close. You were hesitant, but you timidly reached forward, the very tips of your fingers grazing against the black fabric at the base of her corset. Jane’s voice was as seductive as ever, bringing chills across your skin, “I think you will find it... diverting.”

Your voice was barely above a whisper, the pure anticipation of her kissing you at the forefront of your mind, “And what is it called?”

“Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure.” When the words hit your ears, your eyes widen in shock and she lets out a light chuckle, releasing you from her grasp and backing away from you. Her eyes raked down your body before she spun around, returning to her place on the couch where she could finish her embroidery project. 

You know better, babe, you know better, babe

Jane sat closer to you than normal on the couch for your regularly scheduled book club meeting, her body turned towards you with a hand outstretched to stroke at the fabric of your dress, “And what did you think of the readings this week, pet?” 

Her term of endearment caught you off guard. The pet name combined with the memory of the erotic readings from the past week had your heart beating faster as blood rushed to your face. Speaking quietly under the heavy gaze of Jane, you were beginning to think she had suggested reading ‘Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure’ as a way of purposely driving you wild, “Salacious... How did you get your hands on a book like this?” You had no clue where Jane obtained a copy; she clearly hadn’t purchased it from your employer as you were the one to deliver all of her purchases.

The book had more than its fair share of erotic scenes, many of which left you having to set the book aside for a few minutes as you had never read something so graphic and sexual before. It truly left nothing up to your imagination. 

Jane ignored your question, not wishing to divulge the details in the arduous process she went through to garner two copies of the book for this week's readings. Her hand came drifting closer to your thigh, playing it off as her playing with the small ruffles at the edges of your skirt. “I wish they would have included more about the main character and Phoebe... Don’t you?” 

The relationship between the two women was mentioned briefly, but Phoebe was the woman who prepared the main character for the life of a ‘woman of pleasure.’ The details about the two’s love affair was brief and veiled, so Jane’s asking was intentional as she probed you about your interest in women loving women. Since meeting Jane, you only felt your desire for her growing, but you had yet to verbalize this feeling, making you hesitate in answering her question, “I- Uhm...”

“So much was written in such detail, but their small moment was far more compelling than her relationships with men.” Jane stated plainly, her hand now dancing up and down your heavily clothed thigh. There was a stirring deep within the pit of your stomach, much like the feeling that had grown when she had you pinned against the credenza earlier in the week. 

“That is very true...” Deciding to answer honestly, you glance up to meet her eyes again. This was an incredibly dangerous act as the urge to close any gap that existed between the two of you only grew stronger. 

“Have you had an experience such as this? With another woman?” Jane was incredibly straightforward, her hand’s relinquishing their grasp on your dress. The relief in anxiety you felt was only momentary as her hands only drifted higher, hands coming to rest on either side of your cinched waist. 

The way your heart was beating, you would have thought you had run around the manor twice with no breaks. As always, you answered Jane’s question with complete honesty (even though you hesitated and cut yourself off in the end), “I have not... but I-” 

“But you what?” She implored, drawing you in closer by your waist. You wondered if it was just your imagination, but you could feel the squeeze of her hands through the bindings of your corset. 

Even if it was just a figment of your imagination, you let out a whimper, your words a breathy whine, “I would.”

Her lips twisted into a satisfied smirk, eyes drifting slowly from your face to the top of your dress where your collarbone was bared for all to see. Wide eyed, you watch as she lowered her lips to your collarbone, placing a kiss to your flesh, causing a shiver to ripple through your body. 

Than to hold me just, hold me just like that

You would like to say that you didn’t know how you ended up in your current position pressed up against the parlor door with Jane’s lips on your neck and your skirts hiked up around your waist while her hand was quick at work within your bloomers, but the events over the past month clearly showed you would end up here at some point.

“Look how easily you gave into me...” She mumbled, pressing kiss after kiss to your skin. The movements of her fingers against you felt like nothing you had experienced before, but you knew you would be desperate to experience again. 

You can only let out a brief whimper in response, the movements of her fingers against your clit making your brain unable to form true sentences. Little ripples of pleasure coursed through your body, leaving you to become absolute putty in her hands. Melting against her touch, the only thing holding you up was Jane’s knee between your legs and the need to keep her mouth on your neck. 

Her free hand slipped your dress off your left shoulder, her lips coming down on the tender flesh there, beginning to suck at the flesh to leave the sweetest of bruises that would certainly impact your dress choices for the next week. Jane’s voice was hoarse and desperate, unable to hide how much she sought to pleasure you, “You just couldn’t resist me, could you?”

“No...” You whined, shaking your head frantically. With more confidence, you were beginning to participate more in the act of sex, your hips bucking against her hand while your hands wound up around her neck to keep her close to you. 

Her fingers drifted back, dipping into your sex momentarily to gather some of your juices to then rub against your clit, creating a slick friction that made your hips buck while a quiet moan escaped your lips. Jane continued her recounting, her mouth kissing its way back along your shoulder to your neck, so her teeth could grasp at your earlobe, “I saw the way you stared at me... Your mind drifting off. No doubt thinking about terribly sinful things, weren’t you?”

“Yes.” You admitted quickly, unable to hide any secrets of your desire from her. 

She seemed to hit just the right spot, a moan rising up in your throat that you were able to strangle out just in time was an indication of her pleasurable movements. Jane was so pleased with herself that her fingers worked firmer against your clit and her body put more pressure against yours, making it impossible for you to move away (not that you wanted to anyway). Her free hand snaked up to your face, grabbing your chin and forcing your gaze to meet hers. “You aren’t just a common whore though... No. You are my whore.”

Her filthy words made you whine and for the first time, Jane’s lips captured yours. It wasn’t the gentle kiss you always imagined to be your first. No, this kiss was rough and desperate, her teeth latching onto your bottom lip and allowing it to slide through her teeth before releasing it.

You felt your body begin to tense in the strangest way. All of her ministrations have culminated in the growing of the most delightful of sensations between your legs, but this reaching of the peak felt far too intense for you to handle. Throwing your head back, you stare up to the ceiling, biting at your lip and hoping to repress the intensity of the pleasure you felt. 

Jane must have sensed your nervousness as she leaned in close, hand coming to rest at the back of your neck while her work against your clit slowed ever so slightly. She leaned in close, her lips hovering over yours momentarily, “Give into it, my darling. You will be happy you did.” Her lips were then on yours again, kissing you deeply as her fingers quickened their pace once again, sending you over the edge in seconds. 

Your final moan was muffled by her mouth, making the ravenette smile against your lips. Pulling her hand from your underwear, she lifted her fingers to her lips, dragging her tongue across the digits languidly, making eye contact the whole while. Your chest was heaving, brain unable to comprehend the events of the afternoon. 

Jane pressed a lingering kiss to your lips before stepping away. Her hand strayed downward, fixing the layers of skirts that had become disheveled. When she was done, she pulled you towards her by pulling at the fabric of your dress to get you away from the door. Reaching out with her opposite hand, she grasped at the door handle, twisting and pulling it open, indicating for you to leave, “See you next week.” 

[anti-bright-places]

Hiii! Can I request a Miranda Hilmarson x reader where reader is like a famous musician based in Sidney and they start receiving threats or something from someone so the police get involved and while the investigation is going on, Miranda is sort with reader all the time. Just for safety purposes of course (and definitely not because they like being around each other). And one day reader invites Miranda over for dinner to thank her and they kinda get tipsy and confess to each other. Miranda ends up spending the night they just sleep and maybe cuddle but in the morning they’re shy around each other but they eventually kiss. Thank you!

A/N: So I hadn't expected this to turn into a multi chaptered fic, but here we are. i 'm sorry this first part already took so long lol but I hope you like it (and that the next ones are a bit quicker in the making)

Serenade Me - Part 1

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Top of the Lake Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Miranda Hilmarson/Reader Characters: Robin Griffin, Miranda Hilmarson, Original Male Character(s), Female Reader - Character Additional Tags: Background Case, Musicians, Reader-Insert, Death Threats, Getting Together Summary:

Being the No 1 female artist in Australia (and New Zealand, thank you very much) has it's perks, but it's decidedly less fun when things take a turn for the worse and threatening letters start to appear at your doorstep.

Detective Griffin seems to have just enough professionalism to agree to do her job even though it's clear that she can't stand you. Her tall constable partner however, well... that's another story altogether. One you would like to explore further.

tags: @tanith-rhea <3

[update-blog-bp9]

Important to me, please be honest...

I am planning on making Oneshots that are...less innocent in the SP Universe. Like, putting one of the Dead Men into a relationship with either the Reader or another Dead Men. (Besides Valkyrie. I don't plan that on her. Jesus christ no.)

Like...Idk...Dexter x Saracen or Anton x Reader or Ghastly x Tanith and all that stuff. I mean yeah, I give you that, in my Skulduggery Pleasant x M/n AU I did pair Ghastly and Tanith already, but I don't plan on anything N A U G H T Y.

Just keep in mind, if you say yes, that this means that the Reader (You) is NOT a child. You were NOT raised by the Dead Men and you do NOT see them as your own Brothers. At least the one the Reader is paired with won't be. If I write a wedding, then of COURSE you see the other Dead Men as Brothers.

[dianneking]

Ask Game - Get to know me

tagged by the amazing @readingtheentrails

Relationship: Yes ;)

Favourite Colour: Rusted orange or any sort of warm earthy tones 

Favourite Food: I love trying new foods, is that allowed as an answer? 

Song stuck in my head: Madeleine by Kiki Rockwell

Last thing I googled: Battle of Winterfell (I miiiiight be cooking up a Brienne x Reader fic without having any intention of watching GoT)

Current time: 10:00 pm (I probably should go to bed soon, I’ll be up in seven hours ugh.

Dream trip: Possibly South Korea, eventually.

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Comfort Movie:  Victor Victoria (1982), Emperor’s New Groove.

Comfort Food: Toasted sandwiches, no mayo.

Comfort clothes: Oversized woolen sweaters, but they have to be soft.

Comfort Song: Set Fire To The Rain by Adele 

Comfort Book: The Once and Future Witches by Alix E Harrow (Amazing amazing novel about women and sisterhood and magic)

Comfort Game: Stardew Valley

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3 ships: Larissa/Morticia/Gomez, Larissa/Marilyn|Laurel, Brienne of Tarth/Reader

1st ever ship: I think Luffy/Nico Robin from One Piece - For sure One Piece was the first fandom I read fanfiction of.

Last Song: Mary on a Cross by Ghost

Current read: Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer

Currently Consuming: Had pizza for dinner, but it was some time ago

Currently watching: The Sandman because Gwendoline Christie.

Currently Craving: Sleep and warm fuzzy socks, not necessarily in that order.

I tag @tanith-rhea and @may-or-whatever  to participate only if they want to! If you haven't been tagged and want to join in, go ahead!

[lullinglily]

MASTERLIST

total works  — 17

ELDEN RING  —

sfw alphabets

Queen Marika

Sorcerer Rogier

Needle Knight Leda

requests

Messmer

messmer x wife!aspiring elden lord!reader (part 1)

messmer x wife!aspiring elden lord!reader (part 2)

Miquella

love languages (gn!reader)

Rykard, Lord of Blasphemy

Rykard x gn!reader x Tanith poly relationship hcs

Lady Tanith

Rykard x gn!reader x Tanith poly relationship hcs

Radahn

stargazing (gn!reader)

Leda

needle knight leda x st trina follower! fem! reader

Thiollier

thiollier x gn!reader with a similar personality to him

D, Hunter of the Dead

d, hunter of the dead x reader hcs

blurbs

Various Characters

what's in a name? (gn!reader)

Messmer

his promised consort (fem!reader)

Malenia

malenia x gn!reader hcs

Melina

a heretic at the stake (gn!reader)

BLOODBORNE —

adieu (gn!reader)

make merry (lady maria x fem!reader)

[skulduggery-pleasant-bp9]

MASTERLIST

Skulduggery Pleasant

READ THIS PLEASE ! THANK YOU ! If you don't know the characters' looks then look at THIS ! I doubt I have to mention it, it should be obvious, but... BOOK SPOILERS !!! INCLUDES ALL THE BOOKS DEREK LANDY HAS WRITTEN SO FAR ! I have permission from Derek Landy himself that I CAN write fanfics of his work (Yes I asked in case, before I get in trouble). So no one can complain !

I DO NOT SUPPORT: rape, abuse and other bad behavior ! This is pure fanfiction and fantasy ONLY ! People who can get easily triggered by it, DON'T FUCKING READ IT ! Warnings are at the very top of the beginning, so READ THEM BEFORE you read the fic ! (I doubt it will appear, but I better add it in case) RULES !

Skulduggery Pleasant Universe x Male!Reader

Book 1 :

WIP (Work in progress)

Book 2:

WIP

Book 3:

WIP

Book 4:

WIP

Book 5:

WIP

Book 6:

Part 1 - The Death Bringer is...

Part 2 –  How Lord Vile came to be

Part 3 – Anger and a plan

Part 4 – The fight and operation

Part 5 – A bit of Background to Erskin

Part 6 – China’s secret

Part 7 – A small visit

Part 8 – Meet Damion

Part 9 – Not your fault

Book 7:

WIP

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Oneshot Masterlist HERE !

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Playing with a Coroner and a Detective is not wise - Skulduggery x Male!Reader Universe

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For any informations go to

update-blog-bp9

Main blog

@blackypanther9

[wxnheart]

【ＥｌｄｅｎＢｏｒｎｅＳｏｕｌｓ】

Godfrey/Hoarah Loux Headcanons (NSFW)

"You Will Be Loved" - Morgott x Reader

Reader x Bottom!Patches (NSFW)

Gentle Domme!Malenia x Reader

Comfortcanons - Elden Ring x Sick!Reader

Demigod Disaster, Yuletide Edition

Praising The Sun (NSFW) - Solaire x Reader

Untitled (Ideal Significant Other) - Morgott x Reader

Not-So-Overly Affectionate Marika - Marika x Reader

Untitled (Poly Palooza, NSFW) - Yandere!Rarika x Reader

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[alder-saan]

The taste of Hell

Jane Murdstone x fem! reader

Words count: 3.3k

warnings: mention of slavery, child abuse. NSFW CONTENT (sub! Jane, fingering Jane receiving)

You promised Jane never to betray her...

thanks to @tanith-rhea for beta-reading it <3

The door opened before your eyes. In the giant golden room, already full of people, you could feel joy, amusement. You knew this room, its long white curtains, its big windows, its wonderful paintings. All was shining in beauty and happiness.  Everyone was wearing their most beautiful clothes and masks. You too, of course. It was your first official ball. You had just been made lady by the king. You knew you were an exception. You were born a slave. You were raised as a maid. You were now a Lady, and not by marriage. You were a Lady because you had saved the Queen’s life. Pure luck, though. You had heard a conspiracy against her and informed her.

But it wasn’t your first ball.

It wasn’t your first ball dressed as a man.

It wasn’t your first ball at the Lambertus Mansion.

___

“Jane, are you sure? What if someone discovers us?”

“No one will, it’s a masked ball!” the young girl smiled.

“Are you really sure?”

“I am. Trust me.”

“I trust you.”

She took your hand in hers, you blushed. Thanks to your fox mask, she couldn’t notice it. She had dressed you with a man suit, and you really looked like a young boy in it. 

“Do you have your invitations?” a man standing in front of the metal gate asked.

“Yes, Jane and Edward Murdstone.” Jane handed him the piece of paper, and he let you in.

Once you were walking in the garden, she chuckled.

“See? I told you no one would notice it.”

You nodded.

“I know it’s bad, but I’m glad Edward is ill.”

“I am too.”

The sun was sinking behind the trees, and you couldn’t help but feel this day was a perfect day like you would never have again. Your hand in hers, you felt the warmness of her soft skin. You were fourteen. You were in love with her. But she was your mistress. It wasn’t appropriate. So all these feelings, you hide them deeply in your heart. You arrived in front of big marble stairs.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

“I am,” you answered.

You climbed the stairs, hand in hand.

When the big wooden doors opened, you gasped. You knew why Jane wanted to wear her corset so tight, why she wanted to be in this blue velvet dress. Everyone was wearing the same type of clothes. It was something you could never have imagined. The colours were dancing in front of your eyes, lost in a golden sea. 

“You look like a fish,” Jane giggled behind her bird mask.

You closed your mouth.

“Sorry, it’s just… I never saw this before… It’s so beautiful!”

“Now come and dance with me. You wouldn’t want me to dance with another boy.”

“I’m not a boy.”

“You wouldn’t want me to dance with a boy.”

You definitely wouldn’t want this. You placed a hand on her back, and took hers with the other, like you saw her do with her dance teacher, every Wednesday evening. Then, you began to move, in the rhythm, trying your best not to step on her toes. She smiled, and you felt your heart racing. You were so glad she couldn’t see your cheeks, because you knew they were red. She was glad you couldn’t see hers too. You were so absorbed by her eye colour. Blue as a July sky, as an expensive gemstone. She had gemstone eyes. And those eyes didn’t belong to a maid like you. They belonged to the most beautiful prince, who could take care of them, who could give them the most beautiful case. They needed to rest on red velvet, in a golden wood bed. They needed to be cherished, polished. You would never afford these in your life. You knew it. You weren’t worth her. She deserved the world. You could never offer the world.

After a moment, you stopped and decided to go outside and visit the gardens. Many young people were near the pond, watching a swan, and you walked to see it too, but she took your hand and headed to an oak. Thousands of fireflies and glowworms were changing the foliage into a second night sky. You removed your mask to have a better sight on the branches. She did so.

“Why did you want me to come with you?” you asked.

“Because if I was alone, all the boys would want to dance with me.”

“You don’t want to dance with a boy?”

“They would think I want to marry them.”

“You don’t want to marry someone?”

“There is one, and only one person I want to marry.”

You smiled. So she was in love? You hoped the boy was a good boy, you really wanted to know him, to be sure she was in good hands.

“Who is he? Do I know him?”

“It’s you. I want to marry you.”

Your eyes widened. She wanted to marry you? YOU? So, she liked you too, and not only as a friend? This was probably the best day in your life, or maybe this was a dream. You felt like a proposed lover. SHE was telling you she wanted to marry you. She was so perfect, and she chose you. You, over all people. Over all the boys she chose a girl, and that girl was you. But you were realistic. You shook your head, half disbelief, half disapproval. She frowned, her heart sank.

“It’s impossible, Jane, first, I am a maid, second I am a woman.”

“I know…” she looked awkwardly at the grass “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ha-”

“But if I was a prince, I would have proposed to you already.”

She looked at you, her lips parted as if she wanted to tell something, but she remained silent. The wind murmured something only the leaves could understand. She took a step towards you.

Her lips crashed onto yours, and she held you close. Jane was a bit taller than you, and you loved having to look up so see her. Now her mouth was on yours, you loved even more having to lift your chin. Her lips were soft, like her hands in yours, and you wondered if maybe, your lips were rougher, like your hands in hers. She broke the kiss, and the realisation hit you. You kissed. You kissed a girl, she kissed a girl.

“We’ll burn in Hell” you whispered, horrified.

“If Hell tastes like this, I want to go there,” she replied.

Your face went crimson. She wasn’t actually saying that, was she? She took your hands.

“Be my lover, be my secret lover like we read in those books. I’ll always keep you by my side if you promise to always be loyal to me.”

“I promise.” you said without even thinking.

_____

You crossed your arms in front of your stomach, remembering Jane’s father’s reaction when he learnt you had been to the masked ball with her. The following day, you were sold to another family.

Jane never answered your letters, and after a year without any reply, you simply stopped sending her mail.

Sometimes, you missed your days in Murdstone’s mansion, even if you learnt later that you were a maid by name only, there. An unpaid maid who’s life is a property isn’t a maid. You had been a slave. And this was a part of your life you wanted to forget. But her. You couldn’t forget her. She had been your only support, your only friend, and your first love.

You breathed in. It wasn’t the time to think about the past. You were here to spend a good evening. 

You breathed out and walked in the room, avoiding the middle, on which couples were dancing. And in a corner, you noticed a tall woman, alone, watching something outside. Her dress was blue, and her feathered mask was making her look like an exotic bird. You smiled. You always loved tall women. Maybe because of Jane. You walked towards her and took your lowest voice. Since you were dressing like a man, you couldn’t let anyone think you weren’t one.

“Good evening, my Lady,” you said.

She turned her head to look at you. She had blue eyes, wonderful blue eyes which got you shivering.

“Good evening, Sir,” she replied coldly.

She definitely didn’t want to talk. But you wanted to try a little more. If she continued, you would abandon.

“Would you join me for a dance?”

“I’m afraid I’m not a good dancer, Sir, you should try with someone else.”

“But I wanted to dance with a tall blue eyed lady, tonight,” you offered her a big smile.

She let out a sarcastic chuckle. It wasn’t the expected reaction, but at least you had a reaction.

“Don’t play this game with me, young man, many have.”

“I play no game, my Lady. I just want to dance with you. What does it cost you to allow me one dance?”

“Fine. One dance.”

She didn’t seem really happy. But it was a victory. Now, you just had to make her like this dance. She held out her hand. You smiled and took it. Soon, you were dancing between other couples, your body against hers, your hand on her waist. You were guiding her, splitting the waves of the crowd. It was you and her. No one else mattered. In your head, you were alone. Everyone had just disappeared. But as you danced, you felt she was a bit stiff. Clearly, she didn’t trust you enough to abandon herself into your arms. 

“Dear, why don’t you let it go?” you murmured.

“I told you I’m not a good dancer.”

“You are, I can feel it the way you move. But you are too tense. Do I make you nervous?”

“Very presumptuous, young man. You do, but every one would. I don’t trust anyone, that’s all.”

“And what could happen to you, here, dancing in the middle of a crowd? Trust me, I’m good enough to make you enjoy this dance. Stop thinking, let it go.”

She closed her blue eyes behind her mask and breathed out. Under your right hand, you could feel she was trying to relax.

Good girl, you thought.

“Thank you,” you said.

Now you could really dance. You swayed, swirled, you twirled, and you couldn’t help but notice her smile. It was a real smile, you knew it. She was truly enjoying this moment, as much as you enjoyed it. You turned her around, and her skirt flew around her. Her scent wrapped you, the music resounded in your ears. You were in Heaven with your tall blue eyed woman. For a few seconds, you imagined her to be Jane, and your heart raced. What would she look like now? Was she happy, with a good husband and some children? You shook your head. It wasn’t respectful. You were dancing with a woman, you couldn’t think about another. And so your thoughts focused again on your stranger.

Yes, she was a good dancer, probably better than you were, when she was younger she certainly was very popular. And when the music finished, some sweat drops ran on your forehead. You led her on the side of the room, trying to catch your breath.

“Did you enjoy this dance?” you asked, even though you already knew.

“Very much, thank you for this.”

“Would you join me for a walk in the gardens?”

She hesitated. You saw it in the way she squinted. But you were confident. You had just had one of your best dances ever, she couldn’t refuse you a walk.

“I don’t search for a husband, I don’t search for anything.”

“Me neither, I just want to enjoy a little time with a sweet stranger I just met.”

“Honeymouthing won’t lead you anywhere. I don’t know what you want but-”

“Your friendship for the evening. That’s all I ask.”

“And that’s all I have to give you.”

“Wonderful.”

She wrapped her arms around yours, and you went out. The outside air was cold, and as a sir, you gave her your jacket. It was a bit small for her, but she seemed to appreciate your respect for etiquette. You lost yourselves on the paths. Near the pond, lovers were gently kissing. She looked at them, and you couldn’t tell what she was thinking. It didn’t seem to be some disgust, she had that sad smile on her lips. You didn’t dare ask her why.

“Thank you for spending this time with me. I think I would have quit this ball if you didn’t come to ask me for a dance.”

It surprised you. She was not the kind of girl to open her heart like that to strangers.

“You’re welcome, I told you you could have a good time with me. Thank you for having accepted, I would have quit it too.”

She nodded. An owl hoot, far away.

“Why don’t you trust people?” you asked

“I don’t think I have to answer this question.”

“I don’t know who you are, I don’t know what you look like. You can tell me anything, I’ll just know a Lady in England thinks that.”

“You could recognize me by my height…”

“You could wear heels.”

She sighed. You smiled.

“Someone betrayed me. Someone who promised to be loyal to me forever betrayed me.”

“I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”

You walked towards the glittering oak under which you kissed Jane, so many years ago. You liked this place. You liked thinking about her.

“She promised me this under this very oak, exactly twenty years ago, at the same masked ball.”

You stopped. You promised to be loyal to Jane under this very oak exactly twenty years ago, at the same masked ball. Your heart raced. Impossible. Was she…

“Jane?”

She frowned, you hadn’t masked your voice. You couldn’t believe it, since the beginning, you were dancing with Jane Murdstone. You were dancing with your first love.

“Who are you and how do you know my name?” she wasn’t smiling anymore. Her gaze had turned cold again.

“I-”

Your hands reached the back of your head, and you untied your mask. Her eyes widened as she discovered your face.

“How dare you show your face in front of me, traitor?”

“I never betrayed you, Jane. I promise.”

“You ran away. My father told me. He told me you had left the mansion, leaving a letter which said you were afraid of me.”

“I never did such a thing!” you almost yelled.

“THEN WHY DID YOU GO?”

She took a step towards you. In her eyes, there was only anger, rage, hatred. You took a step back, intimidated.

“When you left me, I was alone. You were my only friend. And I loved you. Were you really afraid of me? Did I disgust you? Do I still disgust you?”

“He sold me to another family.”

Tears ran on your cheeks.

“He told me I bewitched you. He told me I was the devil, and I couldn’t stay in the same house as you. He beated me so hard that day. I still have marks on my stomach. I never wanted to leave you. I sent you letters everyday for a year! I knew your father would read and destroy them, but I still had a hope you would find at least one letter. I’m sorry.”

She didn’t say a word. She simply took off her mask. Her gaze was sad, now.

“Will you forgive me?” you asked.

“Was it true? All that you said about my father. Was it true?”

“Truth, all the truth, only the truth. I promise.”

“Would you swear on the Bible?”

“I would.” you affirmed.

She closed her eyes. You cupped her face. She opened them.

“Jane, you never disgusted me. I loved you too”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. And it was as if she had never said that, as if she had to learn again how to say it. “I’m sor-”

You softly kissed her. It wasn’t really a kiss though, you simply brushed your lips against hers. But she kissed you. Her hands went on your hips, and she pulled you against her. All you had ever dreamed of was happening now. Your heart seemed to be on the verge of explosion. When you broke the kiss, you took refuge in her neck, to hide your tears. She held you tight.

“Do you think I’m beautiful?” she asked.

“I do. I always have.”

“Even after all these years? I’m so tall, so old…”

“You. Are. Perfect. You. Always. Have. Been.” you said, giving her neck a kiss between each word.

She squeezed you. Your lips kept wandering on her soft skin. She tilted her head, exposing even more skin to your sight. You smiled and kissed every inch of it while making her step back, until she was against the trunk of the oak. You wanted to kiss all the skin you could reach. You sucked her neck. She let out a moan and dissimulated it under a cough.

“Don’t hide those pretty sounds, please.”

You continued kissing and licking her neck, then you claimed her lips once again. You wanted more. You moved your knee between her thighs, and grabbed her collar, pulling her closer to you. When your tongue asked her to let it in, she didn’t even think about not letting it. She opened her mouth, and your tongues brushed against each other.

You grabbed her skirt with one hand, and gently pulled it up, slowly revealing one of her legs. When her skirt was up enough, you passed your hand under it, and reached her crotchless bloomer. She gasped. You kissed her lips, and she moaned into your mouth as your hands lingered on her inner thighs and touched her pussy. It was already wet, and you smiled against her mouth.

“Mmh, darling, you’re so wet for me…”

You sank your teeth into her lips and she whined as you rubbed her clit with your fingers.

“Please…”

“Please what, Darling?”

“Please, fuck me…”

You teased her folds with your fingertips, and entered them in her. She cried, and you crashed your lips on hers to muffle the sounds a bit. You didn’t want anyone to come near the oak. You twirled your fingers inside her cunt, caressing her most sensitive spot. Her tongue touched your lips, and you let it enter your mouth. You felt her breathing accelerating as your fingers moved in her cunt. Her walls were fluttering around you.

“More, more, please…” she panted.

You added a third finger inside her and hooked it like the others. With your other hand, you reached her clit and stimulated it. She bucked her hips, and seeing her squirming under your touch was one of the best feelings in the world. Her moans were getting more and more audible, You knew she was close. She was dripping on your hands. Around your knee, hers were weak and shook. She tilted her head back, breaking the kiss. You continued circling her little bundle of nerves.

“I-I’m so close,” she let out between two whines.

“Come for me, Darling,” you commanded.

She kissed you and she came, pinned against the oak, as you swallowed her whines. You let her catch her breath and her skirt fall on her legs, as if nothing just happened. You gently kissed her neck again.

“You did so good for me, Jane…”

She pulled you closer and chuckled.

“We’ll really burn in Hell…” she said.

You put your fingers to your mouth, sucking her arousal on them.

“If Hell tastes like this, I want to go there.”

_____

[alder-saan]

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You heard the bench creak as she got up as well. A hand took yours and led it to the top of Brienne’s head. Her hand was softer than you imagined. It wasn’t a Lady’s hand like yours, hands which never touched anything else than silk fabric, wax tablet, silver cutlery, and Storm’s back. Hers were a bit rough, true, a bit callous, true. She had held so many swords, so many weapons, you knew she had blood in her hands. You also felt a scar on her palm, and you wondered how she did that. Was it an enemy who cut her hand with a dagger? Was it a white walker, during the long night? Was it by accident, falling from a horse? But her skin was soft, and the way she held your hand in hers… it was so delicate. You wanted to know every story about every inch of her skin. And now, under your fingers, they were her hair. Fine, soft as well, and you had heard it was fair too. You fought against the idea of burying your hand into it.

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