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curtain call

happy birthday @tsungire! this took way too much time to end up as short as it did but oh well i tried here’s a 2b9s

“Proposal: locate and reequip combat visor so as to maintain optimal efficiency in future battles.”

“Yes, I know,” 2B calls out, a concise response to her Pod’s suggestion. Her voice is steady, impassive, neutral—but without the usual blindfold veiling her face, 9S can see the light roll of her eyes that betrays her annoyance. After ordering her Pod to run the dynamic scanner, 2B surveys their surroundings, her eyes squinting against the sandy winds.

Her bare face is the result of one particularly aggressive machine managing to get close enough to rip 2B’s visor off during battle. While the enemies were all eventually defeated without further trouble, 2B discovered in the aftermath that her blindfold managed to get lost amidst the ever shifting sand dunes. Now, she and 9S follow the pinging of their Pods in search of the device, yet, 9S finds himself much less interested in the task at hand than he is in watching various expressions flit across his partner’s face.

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15k of sheer judith/rita goodness just in time for the last day of @talesfemslashweek!

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Magivel for 66? “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

is this??? a soft magivel?????????? how

Nobody in the group is a stranger to Velvet’s nightmares.

They’ve all witnessed the effects of one, in some form oranother. Usually, it’d be a shaky, despairing whimper of herbrother’s name in her sleep, in which case the rest of them wouldall glance at each other and wordlessly agree not to bring it up.Sometimes, it’d be a violent reaction, in which case Velvet wouldawaken kicking and screaming and cursing Artorius to the ends of theearth until someone, usually Laphicet, stepped in to calm her down.But ever since the Calix, Velvet had been doing so well; she hadn’tbeen struck by a bad dream in so long. After these relativelyuntroubled last few weeks, they’d all sort of figured that thenightmares were behind them now.

Foolish, in retrospect.

Even on good days, trauma can strike for no discernible reason atall—Magilou knows that firsthand. So of course the nightmares wouldeventually return with a vengeance; of course Magilou would be wokenup in the middle of the night because Velvet is shrieking andflailing against the covers of the neighboring bed. She’s probablystill half-asleep, wild and near delirious as she cries out, “Howcould you, both of you, how could you do this to me?!”

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for the prompt, maybe 83 + rokunor? :)

83. “Are you mad at me?”

Rokurou feels compelled to ask, because even though Eleanor is kneltbeside him in the grass and casting healing magic on his woundedshoulder, her eyebrows are furrowed in distaste and her lips arecurled in a slight scowl. At his words, though, she blinks up at him,and her expression instantly softens before she lets out a sigh.

“Not at you,” she says, and returns focus to her task. Theinjury isn’t too serious so she quickly finishes treating it, thenshifts on her knees so as to look across the field. Rokurou stretchesout his newly mended shoulder and follows her gaze to where his lastopponent now lies bleeding out on the ground, surrounded by hispanicked buddies.

Eleanor’s frown deepens slightly as she stares atthem, so Rokurou, aiming to cheer her up, gently nudges her in theside with his elbow. “What,” he teases lightly, “don’t tell me youwanted to be the one to fight him.”

“It may have briefly crossed my mind,” she replies, her toneeven, her expression still somewhat sour. “But I doubt he wouldhave entertained the notion. He seemed pretty set on the idea of mebeing some sort of prize that he could win.”

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Magivel - 21. “If we get caught I’m blaming you”

oops it’s porn i’mpredictable

“If we get caught,I’m blaming you.”

Velvet’s threatcomes as a ragged whisper, her words perfectly timed as they’redrowned out by the blare of the onscreen machine guns. Despite theseries of booms bellowing out from the movie theater’s speakers,Magilou can hear her girlfriend just fine, and shesmiles thinly in reply before shifting her hand. Her fingers pinchdown on Velvet’s clit even harder, and Velvet hisseslightly through grit teeth as she arches her hips.

“Me?” Magilouteases, her lips brushing over Velvet’s ear, gently sucking on thelobe. “You’re the one who almost screamed just then.”

“Well…you’rethe one…,” Velvet barely manages amidst haggard breaths, “who started this.”

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Assembled Solace

or: the twins love each other so fucking much & im sobbing into my hands

devola/popola (automata models), twincest, nsfw, ~1.1k words

Devola and Popola don’t have a room at the Resistance camp.

Of course they don’t, because who would spare the defective twin models such a luxury? No, all that could be afforded to them was a couple of chairs, and they consider themselves lucky to get that much. They’re grateful, truly, to have a place where the surrounding androids at least tolerate their presence, but the cost is that there’s no such thing as privacy. At camp, everyone can keep tabs on them; everything they do is under the constant scrutiny of many watchful, distrusting eyes.

That’s why they have to do this here.

Here being the tucked away desert cavern that they currently have all to themselves, this being how Devola straddles Popola against the rock wall and presses her lips upon her sister’s. This location isn’t exactly without risk either; there’s always the chance that a machine—or worse, a fellow android—may wander into the tunnel and stumble upon them. But they’ll take those chances over the near certainty that they’ll be discovered if they indulge themselves at camp.

They’ll take what they can get, even if that means they can only get it inside dark sewers or abandoned buildings or empty caves.

After Devola breaks the kiss, she quirks her lips upwards, her aqua eyes sparkling with delight. It’s a beautiful face, one that Devola only ever makes when they’re alone, and oh, has Popola missed seeing it. They were on call repairing soldiers at the medical station for literal days straight before Anemone sent them out on this mission to gather materials—which they are doing, honest, they’re just taking a break at the moment—and during that time, Devola only ever wore either an analytical expression or, when dealing with particularly belligerent allies, a pasted-on and unfailingly polite smile.

But now Devola is beaming, warm and genuine, and she pushes up the fabric of Popola’s outer cloak until the bottom hem is loosely crumpled against her ribs. “Help me out here, Sis?” Devola murmurs, and Popola is quick to oblige, undoing her own buckle and tugging her belt loose so that Devola can slip her hand down the front of her pants. Devola’s palm gently caresses her through her underwear, and Popola eagerly arches into the touch.

Practically on cue, Devola dives in to nuzzle at the column of Popola’s neck, nose brushing against just the right spot to make her giggle, lips suckling at just the right spot to make her moan. Popola slumps back even further into the wall, her circuitry fizzling beneath her skin, and though the stone at her back is hard and not particularly smooth, Devola’s chest pressed against hers is soft, pleasant—a perfect fit.

There remains some minor discomfort in being pinned against rock, as well as in the slight chance of sand grains getting jammed into a sensitive place Popola definitely doesn’t want them jammed into. But her sister is nothing but kind and careful—Devola does what she can to make this good for Popola. She puts her fingers in her mouth to coat them with saliva, and once they’re as lubed and slick as they can get, she pulls down Popola’s panties to easily slide three digits inside her.

Devola knows her, knows exactly where to go, and those skilled fingers promptly curl and pump, brushing against her walls in just the right way to make Popola shudder and clench. Heat blooms deep in her belly, and the world hazes over---and for a moment, all the troubles, all the stress, all the cruelties of others that forced them to seek solace in this isolated cave...they fade into nothing. All Popola knows is the hand between her legs, the lips brushing over her skin, the wonderful embrace of her sister, her partner, the single most important person in the entire world.

“Oh, Devola…” she whimpers, blissful and breathless, the name like sweet rapture on her lips. Devola, beautiful Devola, her one and only Devola.

Devola’s fingers rapidly quicken their thrusts, her thumb presses circles into Popola’s clit, and her lips flutter over her sister’s ear to whisper, “Come for me, Popola.”

Popola does, right then and there.

She hadn’t even realized just how tense she was until it all drains out of her. Release spills out in a heated spurt, and by the time Popola sees her orgasm to completion, her every muscle has gone slack. Her eyes droop as sheer exhaustion sets in, and her ambulatory systems stutter, her legs abruptly giving way beneath her.

“Woah, Sis!” Devola catches Popola as she slumps down the wall, her arm instantly curling around Popola’s waist and tugging her close to keep her steady. Popola struggles to regain her footing, but after some seconds of just hanging there limply, Devola starts lowering her to the ground and Popola lets her. With her sister’s help, Popola manages to get her pants back up to waist-level, and then Devola lays her down on the sand, guiding Popola’s head to rest in her own seated lap.

“You should get some rest,” Devola murmurs, and runs the fingers of the hand that’s not covered in sticky slime through Popola’s hair. “How about you take a nap? I’ll keep watch for you.”

Popola shakes her head, hands weakly but insistently reaching for her sister’s belt. “You haven’t had your turn yet, Devola.” Besides, androids don’t need sleep, not really. They can feel fatigue, and they may operate less efficiently if they go too long without rest, but they’re not like the humans for whom sleep was crucial to survival. Popola isn’t about to drop dead if she forgoes a nap to instead give Devola her well-deserved share.

“You can make it up to me after,” Devola assures with a light shrug. “Worst comes to worst, I can take the edge off with a couple drinks when we get back to camp.”

Popola frowns up at her, because she knows full well that Devola’s been trying to cut back on the alcohol lately, and this is the only other form of release either of them really has. But then Devola gives her that damned smile again, that wry but effective turn of her lips that always makes Popola’s protests die on her tongue, and her voice is a hypnotizing melody when she says, “Just sleep, Sis. Please.”

Popola surrenders then, and with a defeated sigh, she wordlessly shifts to make herself more comfortable. She orders her systems to power down until her consciousness is just a low thrum, until all that registers is the feeling of a hand’s soothing touch atop her head and the cadence of a familiar old tune that Devola begins to hum. Laid out across the smooth sand and her sister’s warm lap, with her body slack and her desires satiated, Popola finally allows herself to relax.

Devola is right here with her. That’s all Popola will ever need.

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Change of Command

happy birthday to @ultrajacket! this admittedly got kinda self-indulgent by the end but it’s based on one of your ideas so i hope you enjoy.

velvet/magilou, circus au, mild nsfw. contains some foot worship and a lot of tickling oops i tripped and the kinks spilled everywhere.

“I’ve been thinking lately, and you know what I’ve realized?”

Magilou practically purrs the words out as she shrugs off her shirt, as she flings it aside and promptly rests her bare back against the pillow-covered headboard. At the foot of the bed, Velvet sits on the mattress, and starts to strip Magilou of her pants and underwear as she continues, “I’ve realized that you all should treat me with more respect.”

“Should we now?” Velvet replies, in a tone that indicates she’s only barely listening.

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Tit For Tat

this one goes out to @lordofspiritsandbazongas. happy birthday rii!

honestly this kinda got away from me but here’s velvet/teresa college au hate sex because we’re both travesties

“You attacked Oscar.”

Teresa keeps her tone level as she marches right up to who she’s been waiting for: the most infamous delinquent on campus. Velvet Crowe has arrived just as expected—Teresa knew, from accessing surveillance records, that Velvet always walks through the old, now unused chemistry building as a shortcut on the way to that hoodlum hangout of hers. So it is here, in this empty hallway, with her target perfectly positioned before her, that Teresa can finally enact her plan.

Velvet simply pauses in her step and rolls her eyes. “Ugh. Should’ve guessed he would run crying to his sister.”

Teresa’s lips tighten. “So you don’t deny it?”

“Would it honestly convince you if I did?”

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There really is no better way to meet people than during a night in lock-up.

(If not for that, Magilou never would have stayed in town this long.)

berseria modern au: part 1 of 6. starring magilou, and featuring the rest of the jailbreak trio + laphicet. ~10k words.

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my palate has standards

looks like the fuckbuddies verse still had one more left in it after all

velvet/magilou, bloodplay, nsfw. at least partially inspired by @ultrajacket and @lordofspiritsandbazongas; i’m really just following their examples.

The first time Magilou bleeds is an accident.

From the start, it’s not like Velvet was ever careful when handling Magilou in bed. Their arrangement has always been that Velvet can do whatever she wants as roughly as she wants, and Magilou was only ever all too happy to play along. So while it’s not intentional, it’s also not a shock when once, in the midst of grinding against each other, Velvet digs her fingernails just a bit too sharply into Magilou’s waist and winds up harshly breaking skin.

That doesn’t deter Magilou. If anything, it only seems to spur her on, because of course she likes the pain, and of course she yelp-moans and shudders and promptly comes within the next half-minute.

Several rolls of her hips later, Velvet reaches her own climax, then disentangles herself from Magilou’s person. She uses the bedsheets to wipe her red-stained fingers clean, and Magilou heals herself up before there’s even a chance for scabs to form. With their business concluded, the two part ways for the night.

After that, every scratch Velvet leaves is left on purpose.

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Point of Convergence

ghost swap fic for @callmeenahfishmael

prompt: [Sissel visits Yomiel in prison for a chat. Sissel talks about how even though he enjoyed his time with Yomiel, and forgives him for what he’s done, he loves his new family, too.]

Yomiel wakes up in the middle of the night having lived two very different lives.

One is a life of vengeance, a life where he walked the earth as an empty shell of a man, where he became twisted by anger and hate until his only purpose was to hurt the people he believed had stolen everything from him. The other is a life of repentance, a life where he threatened and then saved a little girl in the same day, where he pled guilty to receive a ten-year prison sentence and then never once accepted a chance at parole.

Both of those lives clash and clang in his brain, creating a cacophony of too many memories that render Yomiel lightheaded and somewhat nauseous. Yet, in the midst of his befuddlement, he eventually manages to register the iron bars that close him in on his right side, as well as the liquid that drips from his eyes and flows down his cheeks.

He’s in prison. He’s crying actual tears. His body is alive.

It really worked, Yomiel manages to think. We really changed fate.

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rise through the ranks

tales secret santa pinch hit for @soul-droid! so sorry for the wait, and i hope you enjoy.

prompt: [Milla/Leia workplace AU - Having a crush on the boss]

 Leia meets Milla Maxwell on her first day as an intern.

Of course the founder and CEO of Maxwell Media would command attention and respect with her title alone, but she also does so with her very presence. She enters the room with a confident stride and steely-strong eyes, clad in a casual blue-and-white dress suit and with her full blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She levels the entire assemblage of this year’s new interns with a firm, appraising gaze, before her lips eventually settle into a soft, beautiful smile.

Leia’s heart jumps up her throat.

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Thaw

my @talessecretsanta gift for @lualapin

happy holidays! here’s some wintertime yustelle fluff.

Estelle is just about done boiling the hot chocolate when someone knocks at the door.

Glancing towards the window tells her that the snow is still coming down just as hard as it was a half hour ago, and Estelle frowns—why on earth would anyone be out there in this weather? She quickly takes off her apron and turns off the stove before running over to the front door, and after she swings it open, she blinks at the person who stands there.

“Yuri?”

As far as Estelle knew, he was supposed to be in Dahngrest on guild business right about now. Yet here he is, all wrapped up in a thick coat, his dark hair speckling with snowflakes as his nose and cheeks glow red. Estelle supposes she shouldn’t be too surprised—it wouldn’t be the first time her boyfriend popped in for an unannounced surprise visit—but she really wasn’t expecting him to pull this in the middle of a snowstorm.

“Hey.” Yuri grins wide, raising a gloved hand in greeting. “You got room for one more tonight, or am I gonna have to head for the inn?”

Estelle rolls her eyes but smiles back. “Oh, get in here already.”

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mileena weiss kisses crossover girls part 1: edna

“So you really don’t have any guys you’re interested in? Not even a little?”

Edna sighs into her tea, shooting a mild glare across the table towards the asker of the question. Mileena isn’t bad for a human (despite her insistence on always patting Edna on the head), and Edna’s come to even enjoy spending time with her aboard the Heimdallr. But the girl’s biggest flaw, by far, is that she’s always way too excited to gossip about others’ love lives, real or hypothetical.

“I have far more life experience than just about everyone else on this ship combined,” Edna states. “To me, you all are like children.”

“Mikleo’s a seraph too, though,” Mileena points out. “Couldn’t he be your type, then?”

Edna scoffs. “Please. Meebo’s the biggest baby of them all.”

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When Words Fail

for Yustelle Week > Day 7: Reciprocation

confession time, ~950 words

“Okay, what’s going on with you?”

“Hm?” Estelle glances up from the cup of tea in her hand at Yuri’s sudden question, blinks at him several times in an attempt to refocus herself. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, something’s up. It’s written all over your face.” Yuri sets his half-eaten cookie back down onto his plate and stares at her pointedly from his position next to her on the couch. “You’ve been distracted ever since I came through your door. I didn’t wanna bring it up at first, but whatever it is, it’s clearly still bothering you.”

Estelle flushes, caught red-handed. She’s never been terribly hard to read, and Yuri’s not the type to just let things lie when he’s concerned for a friend.

“…You’re right.” Her heart racing, Estelle sets her cup down on the coffee table before forcing herself to meet his gaze. “I’ve…been meaning to tell you something.”

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For Show

for Yustelle Week > Day 6: Identity

sexual roleplay shenanigans, nsfw, ~1.3k words

Neither of them was sure who would win when the Dark Lord Yuri and the Heroine Estelle began their epic battle for the fate of the world.

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deadweight

for Yustelle Week > Day 5: Choice

really short and introspective piece this time, ~370 words.

Cumore is down there, somewhere.

It’s been months since Yuri last came here to Mantaic. In the aftermath of destroying the Adephagos, he’s been working almost solely between Zaphias and Dahngrest, between the reconstruction of the Lower Quarter and the establishment of Brave Vesperia. But a delivery mission for his guild brought him back to the desert, and now, here he sits: atop the edge of a dangerous pit of quicksand, remembering that night when on this very spot, he drove a man to his death.

His second murder.

Yuri’s honestly not sure if it’ll even be his last.

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