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gnostiquette · 2 years

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the satan: oh foolish mortal...i greet you, to reveal your desires unto you! me: ok hey what's up the satan: i have decided to test you, to-day, to discern your commitment to The Good me: sounds great! so, do i have to reject a kingdom of glory and riches or refuse to jump off a building and make God save me or— the satan: oh no none of that. this'll be much simpler. i am going to present you with a series of ethical situations! ahahaha! me: oh sweet i think about these all the time the satan: perfect...it is time for The First Situation! now, picture a city that is so perfect, everyone is happy and no one is ever sad and there's cakes and festivals and orgies and— me: is this Omelas the satan: me: like this is just gonna be the Le Guin story with the kid in the basement right the satan: ...yeah. ok so there's the kid and the basement and there's the torture, ok yeah you know this one. right. so anyway...you have just learned about the kid being tortured in the basement. what is your judgement here? me: well uh, i guess i walk away the satan: aha but i didn't ask you what you'd do, did i? me: oh come on you tricky little fuck. ok. yeah this situation sucks the satan: and why, pray tell, do you say that is, despite all the happiness and nonsadness and cakes and festivals and orgies and whatnot? me: i suppose it's just that none of that shit justifies torturing a kid in a basement forever. also all that shit sounds kinda gay when you put it like that. like some weird Dutch fag shit the satan: ah. well, moving on, you whimsy-hating homophobe— me: what, just because i say that sounds like Dutch fag shit makes me homophobic? i'm gay you know i can call shit fag shit if i want the satan: —moving on, you would agree with the statement that whatever the consequence, it is inherently wrong to torture a child, hmm? me: well yeah that sounds about right the satan: aha...! me: wait why'd you make that noise the satan: wh-what me: that clicking noise. that was you right the satan: oh no no noise of things clicking into place emanated from my nostrils me: you worded that pretty weirdly, you know the satan: it's time for The Second Situation! you have cro— me: damn you just straight up evaded what i was saying the satan: —you have crossed The First Situation, i was saying, so now it is time for round two. ahem. now, firstly, would you agree that, in general, lying and stealing and cheating are bad? me: well, yeah. i don't like lying, and in general it seems pretty fucked up to cheat and steal the satan: so now you have come across a man in the street who is starving and wounded. after one hour he will die if he is not fed and treated for his wound. there is a store nearby but you are flat broke and have no pocket money, and begging isn't an option. even if you ask your friends to PayPal you they will not be able to get back to you for another two hours. the ER is too far away and there's too much traffic for an ambulance to arrive and take him there in less than an hour and a half, but there is a clinic nearby able to take anyone immediately. however the clinic only accepts people with insurance, and neither of you have an insurance card. you are, however, fairly confident that you can make up fake details that they would be willing to accept. me: what are you trying to write a Jacobin article or something. i'm already a socialist, you don't need to lay out how fucked up our healthcare system or whatnot is, i already know— the satan: okok sure this would never happen under socialism blahblahblah the point is what would you do in this situation me: but in the last one the point was my judgement not what i do. this is getting confusing the satan: DIFFERENT SITUATIONS HAVE DIFFERENT RULES OK?? GOD JUST LEAVE IT AT THAT FOR NOW God: OH HEY SATAN DID YOU JUST CALL UPON ME the satan: HOLD ON I'M STILL TESTING THIS GUY GIVE ME A SECOND God: OH OK THAT'S YOUR JOB AFTER ALL. I SHALL LEAVE YOU TO IT. JUST DON'T BE TOO MEAN

the satan: FUCK. ok. ok. anyway here's the question. assuming you're also relatively confident you can shoplift without getting caught, do you steal a couple things from the store for the man to eat and do you present fake information to the clinic to get them to accept the guy and treat his wound me: yeah totally. i don't want him to die or anything. i'd gladly do just about anything to save someone's life the satan: so in other words, doing bad things like lying, stealing, and cheating in order to accomplish a good thing such as saving a life is good, right? me: sure, i'd say so the satan: AAAAAHH-HAA! i have TRAPPED you! for your response to the first situation implies that good inheres in the act itself, regardless of consequences, and your response to the second implies that good inheres in the consequences of an act, regardless of the means!

me: i mean...not necessarily? like— the satan: wh-what do you mean, mortal me: well, perhaps i think the negative consequences of torture for the child far outweigh the positive consequences for everyone else the satan: what the fuck is that you're doing me: oh i mean you're doing red text, i figure i do blue text, i figure this is like an Umineko thing or whatever the satan: fine. sure. you can do that. whatever. none of this matters to me. why did i pick this fucking job in the first place me: the satan: ...ok, the townspeople get far more happiness than the kid gets suffering me: but what if suffering itself is worth more in moral accounting than happiness, for instance the satan: then how about this? in the second example, you could have caused the shop to shut down due to lost trust with the distributor! you could have caused the clinic to lose their licence over insurance fraud! those could have easily caused far more suffering than if the man simply passed out and died after an hour! me: that's...that sounds far-fetched, but you said it in red, so. ok what if good actually inheres in the character of the person doing the act, so a virtuous person would refuse to sanction torturing a child for the greater good and gladly steal and cheat to save a man's life the satan: virtue ethics is unable to provide actionable guidance! me: oh? the satan: all you can do is imagine what a virtuous person would do, and different people have wildly different imaginations! me: well hmm. that's fair. i'm not sure i could personally live with that, especially in an age where we're getting ever closer to potentially misaligned AI. what if there's rules that say you must never do some things but then other rules can be broken if there's something more important the satan: if those rules exist, then list them off and justify them to me >: ) me: uh, don't torture, don't rape...don't kill is up there, but what if you're killing someone to defend someone else...wait fuck no, what about bombing civilians to end a war, that doesn't sound justifiable at all...god damn it... God: OH HELLO YES I'M BACK the satan: NO FUCK NO WAIT NO God: HELLO DEAR SWEET MORTAL CHILD. IS MY EMPLOYEE BEING TOO HARD ON YOU? OH DEAR I CAN GIVE YOU AN ANSWER IF THIS IS GOING TOO POORLY the satan: oh come on please just let me do my job like normal God: MY DEAR LITTLE CREATURE I HOPE YOU KNOW YOU CAN SIMPLY RELY ON MY EDICT AND ALL THESE DILEMMAS BECOME AS DUST IN THE BROOM OF AN OLD FAT LADY me: why thank you, my Lord, but no matter how perfect You are, it remains that divine command theory is a fundamentally subjectivist theory that cannot provide a truly objective and impersonal basis for ethics, and subjective morality is not a risk i'm really willing to take God: BUT AREN'T I PERFECT FOR YOU AND ALL THINGS MY PRECIOUS LITTLE CREATION me: why, yes, but there's a small but persistent chance You're a figment of my imagination, just like the satan over here, and— the satan: hhHHEYYY NOW me: —and i know that You love righteousness, so really i'd rather continue pleasing You even if You weren't around to tell me what righteousness is God: WHY THAT IS VERY SWEET OF YOU. YOU KNOW WHAT I'M JUST GOING TO STRAIGHT UP LIFT YOU TO HEAVEN LIKE THAT MERRY OLD FELLOW FAUST me: wait huh the satan: w-wait Lord don't you think you're being a bit hasty in judgement a chorus of angels: [grabbing me and lifting me into the aether] ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*HE WHO STRIVES ON AND LIVES TO STRIVE CAN EARN REDEMPTION STILL*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ me: [rapidly disappearing into the sky, utterly bewildered] wait. hold on. hold up. wait,

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morerandombullshit · 6 months

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Deserve (Vergil x f!Reader)

Rating: 18+ (MDNI but not like that stopped you guys anyway)

Pairing: Vergil x f!Reader

Summary: You finally left your abusive ex for good over him cheating on you, but it's still weighing on you. Vergil finds out and decides to comfort you in the only way he really knows how to comfort another person.

CW: Cheating, implied abuse, slightly angsty, bit of hurt/comfort, comfort sex (kinda??), unprotected sex (DO NOT TRY AT HOME) oral (f!rieceiving), face-sitting, consent, begging (only if you squint), creampies, slight dom/sub dynamics (or it's not slight idrk), dom Vergil/sub Reader, praise, degradation (just a little sprinkling only if you squint i promise), slight edging (ok maybe not so slight aha), clothes-ripping, semi-monster sex, aftercare pet names used: darling, sweetheart, pretty girl, perfect girl, good girl, my love, mine

Word count: 4573 (i totally didn't get too into this fic, no i didn't)

Note: I don't even fucking know how I came up with this idea (guess I was scrolling through too much DMC Boys x Reader smut and shit but oh well I have zero regrets), but in my notebook it's literally 18 and a quarter pages long and I was up until 2am finishing it off because I couldn't sleep and then I tried to show my best friend my writing at some point but he couldn't read my handwriting and shit (2am writing ftw, I guess)—

Anyways, enjoy this...explosion of smut, because I'm kinda on a little bit of a fluff writing kick/writer's block thing rn and idk when I'm gonna write more soooooo

Also Cameron Grey's I Want It All is basically the vibe for this oneshot, I recommend listening to it on repeat as you read—

Sitting on the couch at Devil May Cry, you force yourself to focus on the magazine print in front of you. It's after hours and everyone's gone home—except for you and Dante's twin, Vergil.

Vergil's cold and intimidating presence makes you feel like a storm is approaching every time he's around. But that body, though...shit. Strong jawline, short and slicked back silvery-white hair, ice blue eyes, cherry lips, toned body, ass like it was sculpted by a fucking ethereal being...Something lights like fire low in the pit of your stomach, and you shift a bit on the couch, still trying to focus on the magazine. Footsteps sound from across the room, and as the familiar scent of storms, fresh-cut grass and sage permeates your senses, that warmth between your thighs transmutes to a light throbbing.

Vergil steps into the room and you drop your eyes to the magazine, deciding it better to ignore that feeling right now. It's always happened whenever he's around—even when you were dating your abusive ex, but you push that thought away and continue hyperfocusing on the page in front of you. You toss your feet up onto an arm of the couch, leaning your head and putting the magazine at a tilted angle in the air.

"Y/N."

You sit up a bit, dropping the magazine. Vergil's always had a cold and imperious vibe around everyone, so you have to admit you're surprised he bothers to know your name. "Shit, didn't notice you." you reply, lying and hoping he doesn't know you are. "What is it?"

He walks a bit closer to you, grabbing a chair—his usual plastic one (he has threatened murder if someone else so much breathes on it before, now that you think about it)—and sitting in it, setting the Yamato against one of its armrests and letting it lean against the white plastic. "What're you doing here so late? I'd have thought you'd be at home right now."

At the mention of home, your stomach churns with nausea—the week before, you'd moved your stuff out of the apartment you had shared with your ex, and you're still trying to find a new place to live. Dante—after you begrudgingly told him why you were looking for a new place to live—said you could stay in Devil May Cry for as long as you need.

Vergil doesn't know, though. But something in you wants to tell him, so you take a breath in and say, "I'm...between homes right now. Dante said I could stay here for as long as I need, and it's a better option than the streets."

"Would you mind if I asked why you're between homes at the moment?" he asks you, and you hear his voice sound less...cold for a moment. "Uh...my abusive ex cheated and I was sharing an apartment with him. Couldn't stand to live there after all the shit he pulled."

Your eyes have been trained to your boots the whole time but you look up, but you look up at Vergil and see the ice blue eyes blazing—a surefire sign he might go Devil Trigger. And for some reason, that makes the throbbing between your thighs more apparent, and harder to ignore. You shift your weight on the couch, trying to do it subtly enough that he doesn't notice—but knowing how shitty your luck is, he does. Vergil raises an eyebrow at you, and you regret all your fucking life decisions. "Something wrong?" he asks.

Oh, nothing. Just the fact that you're somehow turning me the fuck on, you think to yourself before clearing your throat and replying with, "No."

"You're always clearing your throat before you speak a lie." he says, and your brow furrows. His voice imperceptibly softens at the next thing he says. "It's...cute, in a way."

You cough a bit, startled by his sudden statement. "What?"

"It is." Vergil leans forward in his chair, a little closer to the couch you're sitting on. "But I have to wonder...what is wrong?"

You shrug, resisting the urge to clear your throat again. "Wanted to shift my position on the couch—it was getting uncomfortable sitting in one position for that long."

"Hm." he replies, his ice blue eyes boring into yours, making that already noticeable throb between your thighs even more unbearable to hide. A taut tension blankets over the two of you, and your tongue swipes out to lick your lips. Vergil's eyes drop to your lips instantly, and that taut tension becomes even more taut, if that's possible.

You drop your gaze to the ground, but your eyes snag on a growing bulge tightening the black leather of his pants, which causes your mouth to go bone dry, causing you to lick your lips again. As quickly as you had noticed his cock growing harder through his pants, you drop your gaze to its intended destination—the floor—and try to forget you ever saw it.

That taut tension between you and Vergil continues, neither of you talking. His gaze locked on your lips, yours locked on the ground—though seeing how his cock had strained against his pants is at the forefront of your mind, and that throbbing between your thighs becomes mildly painful. It's an effort not to wince, an effort to not press your hands so tightly together you might break a few bones.

"Y/N." Vergil says, his voice a little lower and rougher than before, his breath hitting your ear. When the hell did he move?, you wonder to yourself before realizing, Oh, wait. He's half-demon.

"Yeah." you mutter as a form of response, since your mind's more focused on how close he is to you right now—the distance between your bodies only inches apart, which makes that throbbing between your thighs even worse. "Tell me what's wrong," he murmurs, his breath still hitting your ear as he uses one hand to tilt your chin up towards his face. "And tell me how to make it better."

Other than the fact that you're so turned on you almost can't see straight, something you'd never tell him even if your life depended on it, there's an...emptiness. Having dated your abusive ex for so long before you ended it because you'd found him with his face between the thighs of some girl you didn't recognize has left a bigger toll on you for the past week, more than you care to admit. "I was living with my abusive ex. A week ago, I caught him eating some other girl out, and I decided I wasn't taking the abuse anymore, so..."

Vergil's eyes flash slightly, and for a moment, you think he's going to go Devil Trigger, but he doesn't—only that kernel of demonic power lies in his eyes, a show of his rage. "I will fucking hunt him down and end him. Slowly," he says, voice taking on a slight and low snarling quality in his anger. And you don't know if you've ever heard him curse before, but the throbbing between your thighs intensifies when you hear it. "Did he hurt you?"

It takes you a moment to respond to that, unsure of how to do it for fear of what he's going to do, but you reply with, "Yes."

"He never fucking deserved you." he says matter of factly, his voice still taking on that slight, low snarling quality. "You're better off without him."

"I know." you sigh. "But abusers tend to manipulate their victims. And I hate how I agreed to move in with him a month into our relationship. Should've realized it was of him—"

Your words get cut off when Vergil straight up puts his mouth on yours. The kiss isn't exactly gentle, but there's a comforting quality to it behind all the pure want he's kissing you with. It takes you a second to kiss back, but once you do, you're lost in it. God, the feeling of Vergil's mouth pressing against your has been chasing your dreams for so long now, maybe even you first met him or your first day at Devil May Cry—your mind and body keep wanting more more more as that throbbing between your thighs starts to ache, causing you to let out an unbidden whine into his mouth.

He pulls away again, and you almost whine again, hating the loss of contact as you resist the urge to rub your thighs together. His breath and yours are mingling, both of you panting slightly. "You have no fucking idea how I've wanted to do that." Vergil murmurs, voice rougher than usual. "No fucking idea of the things I want to do to you."

A breathless sound is your only reply, and the hand that isn't gripping your chin falls to your hip, and your back arches slightly as he kneads your skin through your shirt, "Let me touch you," he mumbles, burying his face into your neck and brushing his nose against your skin. "Just—let me touch you. Please."

You're silent for a moment, and Vergil pulls back a tiny bit, making you realize he's letting you decide—letting you decide whether you want to go further or stop and forget this ever happened. He'll keep going only with a confirmation that you want this, and only if it's a yes you're sure about—he doesn't want you to be pressured. You swallow, and you see his eyes flick to the hollow of your throat, tracking the movement. "Okay." you say, pressing a hand to his chest, right above his heart.

No sooner than the word leaves you, Vergil has his mouth right on the side of your neck, his hand dropping from your chin and going to your other hip—both hands kneading through your shirt now. You tilt your head back, a silent plea for him to keep going. A sound emerges from low in his throat—some kind of growl?—and he skims his mouth along your skin to the hollow of your throat, causing a chill of pleasure to go down your spine.

Vergil's mouth presses against the hollow of your throat, his hands still kneading your hips through your shirt, and your back arches into him, his hips settling between your thighs once you do—causing an unbidden whimper to leave your mouth. The feel of his cock, even with the barriers of his pants and yours, makes you see fucking stars. His tongue laves along the hollow of your throat, and you whimper louder this time, your senses narrowed to his tongue moving over your skin. Your head falls back even more, baring pretty much all your neck to him.

"You taste so much better than I ever fucking dreamed you would." Vergil murmurs onto your skin, pulling on it with his teeth. You moan now, your hips uncontrollably grinding against his—eliciting a soft groan from him, and that sound only adds to the throbbing between your thighs and the desire sparking in your blood. He dips his head a bit, nibbling on more skin of your neck, and every singular throb between your thighs feels like fucking torture. Your hands are aching to touch him, aching to feel his bare skin, his mouth, his fingers, his cock...

You tentatively put your hands on Vergil's shoulders, kind of digging your nails in when he drags his teeth on your skin. His hands hook into the bottom hem of your shirt, and your breath hitches. "Can I take this off?" he murmurs against your neck, and you nod. But his hands don't move, leaving you to rub your thighs together in a need for friction and some impatience. "I need to hear you say it, darling. I need you to use your words, okay?"

You take a fractured breath in, forming some words as you fight through the lust fogging your mind right now. "Fuck yes. Please, Vergil. Please." you mumble, so wet you might soak through your pants altogether. "Thank fuck..." he murmurs, moving one hand up to the neckline of your shirt before tugging and ripping the cotton and polyester fabric clean down the middle.

You gasp at the cool air hitting your upper half—now, your bra's the only barrier. Vergil pulls away from your neck, his eyes glazing over as he looks at your bare skin. "So fucking beautiful..." he says as his hands land back onto your hips, kneading your skin. You whine, so turned on it's hard to think of anything else. He dips his head down, teeth grazing one of the edges of your bra.

Your hands go from digging your nails into his shoulders to tangling in his short and slicked back silvery-white hair—it's so fucking soft, and it's thicker than it looks. A low growl rumbles from deep in his throat, and his hands continue to knead into your hips, but hands feel more like claws now. "Please tell me I can keep going." His teeth still graze the edge of your bra.

"Don't—don't stop."

Vergil's head moves a bit to the middle of your bra, and you could've sworn his canines are now fangs as he rips your bra in two with just his teeth. Your breath stutters as your upper half is fully exposed now, the throbbing between your thighs becoming so painful that you whimper a bit. His hands leave your hips and rise to cup your now bare breasts, your breath almost stopping altogether when you see the reverence in his eyes and his body language. You feel like a fucking goddess under his scrutiny, and when his hands creep up a bit, those almost-claws drawing circles on your skin, making you into the touch as lightning bolts of pleasure spread from where he's touching you.

Your hips rolls of their own accord again, a fractured moan slipping from your mouth as you feel his cock growing harder against you. You can't think, can't form words, because of the overwhelming pressure going through you right now. Vergil groans as you do that, his head dipping and his tongue teasingly tracing one of your nipples. And fuck, that feeling...You cry out this time, breath so shallow you off-handedly wonder how the fuck you're getting oxygen.

One of his hands goes from cupping your breast to hooking into the hem of your pants, but you don't focus on that as he flicks his tongue over your nipple again, taking it into his mouth, teeth grazing the slightest bit—

You cry out again, this time mixed in with a moan, and your hips buck into him, whimpering at the way he feels against you, even if there is the barrier of clothes. "That's it, pretty girl." Vergil murmurs against your breast. "It's me who makes you feel like this."

A moan is your only reply. He moves a bit, straddling you slightly, every thought eddying from your mind as he rolls his hips against yours, but unlike when you had done it, it's purposeful.

He's teasing.

Vergil raises his head to whisper into your ear, his lips grazing the shell of it and triggering a needy shudder that wracks your body. "If I were to rip these pants off of you right now, how wet would I find you, sweetheart?"

Fucking soaking.

You can barely decipher his words through your lust-fogged haze, and every part of you is screaming, more, more, more, but you manage to choke out, "Play later."

Your voice is breathless, the need in it so abundantly clear, but you're too lost in the pleasure to notice or even care. Vergil dips his head and kisses the skin beneath your ear, causing another needy shudder. A promise and an unleashing. "I will, perfect girl. I will. But we have a couple other things to take care of, do we not?"

Right. He still has all his clothes on. Slipping your hands from his hair, you put them on either side of his dark gray trench coat with bright turquoise coloring. "Can I take this off?" you ask, surprised at how you can function right now. A nod from Vergil. "Please."

You make quick work of his coat, fabric sighing as it drops to the floor, revealing arms that you never were so fucking toned. Amazed, you run your hands down his arms, the smooth skin and taut muscle feeling so good to touch. You hear his breath hitch and you smirk to yourself. "Y/N." he murmurs, and you know what he means—stop gawking and get to the point before he spontaneously combusts. Taking a breath in, you reply with a quiet "Okay" before unzipping the high neck of his armored black and dark slate gray tank top, revealing his bare chest to you. Just as his coat had, it falls to the floor behind him, the metal making a faint clinking sound.

But you're too focused on greedily inventorying the fucking masterpiece that is Vergil's chest. Abs that look like they've been hewn from stone in a mountain's cliff face, pecs that aren't too big but are still hot as hell...your gaze snags on a thin dusting of white hair that disappears beneath his pants and a very defined V-line that flows beneath his pants like his happy trail does.

The only thing that leaves your mouth is a breathless "Fuck". You reach for the top of his pants, but his hand lightly catches your wrist—those almost-claws tickling your skin. "I want to taste you first." he says, his voice that low, lush growl that makes that throbbing between your thighs even more unbearable. "I want to feel you come on my fingers and tongue."

You swallow as Vergil's other hand—the one hooked into the waistband of your pants—moves down, utilizing those almost-claws and shredding the fabric straight down the middle, like he did with your shirt. His hand lightly brushes the fabric of your panties now, nearly making your heart stop.

"Turn around and spread your legs," he says quietly, his voice still having that growly quality—but also pure dominance. "And hold onto the back of the couch. You'll need it."

Sparks of more arousal rise in your blood as you hasten to do what Vergil tells you, and a satisfied hum from behind you has you knowing you did it right. "Good girl." he says, his hand hooking into the edge of your panties. Your breathing stutters at the praise, and you're sure he smirked at that reaction from you, even if you can't see his face. He doesn't move for a moment before asking, "Do you still want this? Because I don't think I'll be able to stop after—though I'll try my damndest to."

You ponder on it for a moment, the throbbing between your thighs growing as you do, before you reply with a simple, "Yes."

A low growl rumbles in Vergil's throat before you pulls on your panties hard enough to rip them off your frame, and your breath sharpens for a moment. "So fucking beautiful..." he murmurs, nudging your legs just a bit wider with his knee before sliding a finger inside your dripping pussy. Your hands tighten on the back of the couch, your knuckles going white as you bite on your tongue to keep from screaming in pleasure.

Vergil adds a second finger, and your pussy walls clench around him, spasming at the pleasure of being filled as he picks up a pace, starting a sort of rhythm—pumping his fingers in and out, said fingers being knuckle-deep in you. You moan, hips rocking against his hand—

"That's it." he murmurs, his voice still having that low and growly tone to it. "Ride my hand, pretty girl."

And you do, your soft moans permeating the silence broken only by the squelching of his fingers pumping in and out. After an indeterminable amount of time, Vergil's fingers slip out of you, making an obscene sound between squelching and popping—but also eliciting a whine from you. You were so close, and he had to go and do that.

But that feeling of intense, world-shattering pleasure returns when he laps at you, tongue giving you short, teasing licks all the way up to your swollen clit. And when his mouth finds that sweet, sensitive bud between your legs, and sucks on it, your hands are gripping the back of the couch so hard that you might break a couple bones. You let out an involuntary scream, and Vergil's hand gently clamps over your mouth to muffle it.

Then his fingers go back to where they were before, his tongue swirling in a figure eight as he sucks on your overly sensitive clit, and you're so, so fucking close—

But Vergil takes your clit out of his mouth for a moment, making you squirm. "I want you to do something for me," he says, voice hoarse, still having that dominating quality to it. "Sit on my face, darling."

"W—What?" you stutter. While you'd be glad to do what he tells you, you've never...done what he's asking you to do. The hand Vergil had gently clamped over your mouth to muffle your scream drops to your jaw as he says, "Sit on my face, perfect girl. You can't do anything wrong."

You swallow, but his reassurance has you doing as he tells you to do, feeling a little out of your comfort zone, but doing it nonetheless. When Vergil taks your clit back into his mouth and his fingers fill you again, your hands ache and you moan your loudest so far—this position hits far deeper spots than the previous one did, even if it had hit pretty deep.

A few more passes of his tongue and pumping of his fingers has your back arching, grinding against his face as you come, his name on your lips. Vergil laps up every last drop of your orgasm before releasing your clit with a groan and saying, "Your taste is going to drive me fucking insane."

Too winded to even speak, your hands bracing the back of the couch are your only support. Vergil's hands lift your hips slightly—a way of supporting you, you realize—and he presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh before murmuring against your skin, "You did so fucking good, sweetheart."

Your breath skips at the praise, and when your post-orgasmic bliss subsides, you mumble an incoherent reply. You hear a hum of contemplation from him and his hands knead your hips as he silently thinks something over. "Turn around and spread your legs again for me." he says. You obey almost instantly—which should be embarrassing, but you're too turned on to care—and you hear a snarl of approval behind you. Buttons being unbuttoned and zipper being undone sounds from behind you, followed by the whisper of leather dropping and boots clacking onto the floor.

You're instantly wet and throbbing again after thinking about what's going to happen, your juices slicking down your thighs. You feel Vergil's hand grip your ass and squeeze it slightly as he asks, "Ready?"

A nearly incoherent "Please" slips from your mouth, and once it does, his cock slides inside you, all the way to the base. He's bigger—and wider—than you thought he'd be, and he stills, giving you a moment to adjust to him. You breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth.

Now, this isn't your first time having sex, but you haven't done it for a while, and this is Vergil we're talking about here, for fuck's sake. You feel his lips graze along your spine as he murmurs, "You're so fucking tight."

After that comment, he pulls out near to the tip and slides back into the base, which is really easy considering how soaked you are, making a moan leave your mouth. "Mine," he grunts, sounding like he's close to DTing. "My beautiful whore, taking my cock so well."

The praise mixed with degradation should sting, but instead it stokes the flames of your need, and you moan again. "You like this, pretty girl?" Vergil asks as he kisses your spine again, thrusting in and out. "You like when I pound into your sweet little cunt with my cock?"

Another moan, louder this time, is your only reply—more, more, more, until he pumps you full of his cum—

For a few blissful moments, there's only him and his rough thrusts before he stops. Your brow furrows a bit. "Why'd you stop?"

Vergil doesn't say anything, he just grabs your hips and positions the both of you so that he's on his back and you're straddling him, his cock inches away from your entrance. You can see his face now, and has a bit of a self-confident smirk on his mouth. Even if you don't have sex much, you can tell what that means. You sink onto his cock—it's deeper this time, and your moan occurs at the same time as his groan.

His hands knead into your hips as you brace your hands on his muscled chest, moving up and down in a rough rhythm, moaning whenever his cock deeply hits in a sweet spot. You keep going, lost in the pleasure, riding Vergil into oblivion until he lifts his hips and his cock hits a spot that makes you come and sees stars at the same time—you let out a sound between a moan and a scream at the sensation. His orgasm comes right up on the heels of yours, and he lets out a long, low groan as he cums deep inside you, and your inner walls clench, milking it out.

When he pulls out, there's a small whine from you, but you can feel his cum dripping from your pussy, along with the juices from your own orgasm. You sit there on top of him, still dazed from post-orgasmic bliss, taking in air. You off-handedly wonder where your clothes are before remembering Vergil quite literally ripping them off of you earlier.

He seems to have seen something in your face, because he raises his head and kisses the tip of your nose. "You okay?" he asks you, and his checking in brings a small smile to your face. "Yeah...just wondering what I'm gonna do since you ripped all my clothes right off."

Vergil winces a bit. "Sorry, I just...I wanted you so bad that I wasn't thinking straight. I still want you."

"I know," you murmur drowsily. "I do too."

You get off him and let him put his clothes back on, for some reason expecting him to leave you here naked since he'd gotten what he wanted from you. Fabric is draped around your shoulders, and you see Vergil kneel in front of you, fully dressed now, doing seemingly hidden buttons to protect your dignity. He further surprises you by picking you up bridal style as if you weigh nothing. He then presses his mouth to yours—an offer you immediately accept by kissing back—before he pulls away just enough for his mouth to graze yours as he talks. "I'd do anything for you. Kill, steal, lie, cheat...you name it, I'll do it, because you deserve the fucking world, my love."

You smile and reply with, "Same goes for you."

Vergil laughs softly and kisses you again before grabbing the Yamato—mostly forgotten in your guys' frenzy—and holds it one hand as he bridal carries you to his room.

#vergil dmc #vergil smut #dmc smut #i regret nothing #i wrote most of this at 2am forgive my shitty wording #ashs bullshit

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vitchimage · 1 year

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—;Atlantic

—Summary; The feeling of wanting to cease to exist, the waves drown you down and you feel everything move while you are stuck here in one place, sinking. Luckily someone is here to pull you out of the ocean.

Pairing: Any characters you want x reader

Type: One-shot/fic

Theme: hurt/comfort

Warnings: talk of mental health spiralling, suicidal thoughts and idealisation, self-isolation, self loathing and doubt, etc.

A/N: Feeling down and needed some comfort so I wrote this aha, this can be any characters you want but I technically had the nameless ghouls and Simon Riley in mind

I lay in the dark-lit room. Exhaustion wasn’t even the perfect way to describe this empty-handed feeling. It was something far worse. It was a question of my existence, how much more could I take?

I thought I hit the rock bottom, but I didn’t. Instead, I kept falling into this deep void of agony and misery. It’s heavy, and I feel like choking — drowning as more waves crash through every time I managed to breathe.

A yearning to cry to shout out goes deafening under the water, never coming out at all.

I tried reaching out, days ago sending a message.

—> “Hey, can I talk to you?”

Hours and the phone buzzed.

–> “Sorry for the late reply, I am a little bit busy, but we can talk later?”

—> “Oh, no need. It’s all good so don’t worry about it.”

And thus I turned off the phone, ignoring all the small buzzes my phone made that day. And ever since, everything went silent.

Days in this room, doing nothing and just laying in bed, occasionally going out to the bathroom or grabbing some food. But even that seemed heavy and I would quickly retreat to my bedroom as fast as I could.

Endlessly scrolling through my phone, I was quick to shut it off again as I let the tiredness take a hold of me.

No messages, no calls after that day. It hurts but I was the one who said it was all fine and dandy, to not worry about it.

It’s my fault really, but why did it ache so bad?

Did I dare to hope that they could see past the facade and reach out? Was I testing the waters of them caring about me?

Would they even notice if I were to disappear? If I ran away or drowned in a lake? If I ceased to exist..

Everything was telling me no, no they wouldn’t.

And it makes me crawl further into a ball. I couldn’t help but imagine them with someone else, how much happier they are without me.

That aches, that hurts.

I closed my eyes, letting sleep drift over me once more like it always has.

It felt short-lived as there was a soft knock on my door.

My eyes groggily open, hearing a soft voice.

“Love? May I come in?”

There was no reply from my end, to be franked it was due to mixed feelings. I wanted them to come in, but at the same time, I wanted to be alone.

A second and they open the door slowly, head peaking in to look at me. But I turn my head away and let it sink into the pillow.

“Hey…” Gentle, I hear their footsteps approaching me when the door softly closes.

The bed dip and I could sense their hesitation, but they went along with it anyways and stroked my back, comforting.

“I’m sorry, I’ve should’ve come much sooner..”

“It’s fine,” Was all I managed to say, my voice creaking almost.

“May I?”

I didn’t reply, just shifting to make enough space for them.

Strong arms wrap around me as they lay down, and instinctively I turn around, burying my face in their chest.

My eyes shut, and my lips are quivering. Strong emotions flood me all at once and I could feel tears building up. A strong storm of wanting to let it all out, something I haven’t felt in what felt like ages.

“It’s ok..” they stroked a small circle from my back to my shoulder and the back of my ears, holding me tightly,

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

I shake my head, and they whisper in agreement and understanding. Not wanting to push it.

Eventually, they rest their head on top of mine, humming a small tune as they kiss my temple, letting me bury in their chest once more.

“I’m here.” A soft and gentle tone from them. A reminder as I lay in their embrace for hours till the end.

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stuck-in-the-ghost-zone · 2 months

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OK OK OK OK OK. wibby thoughts. wibby bisection thoughts. we could just like vivisect him this time. fucking shit like that. have his guts and stuff all over the forest.

as i've said ummm. fucking around with passengers Is gonna come up a bit at some point (doesn't feel like a spoiler to say? i mean. bonesaw is Literally Here) so i won't say much, but bonesaw literally does say in snare 13.9:

so. yeah!!!!!!!!!! yeah!!!!!!! that could fucking happen!!! if the trickster has control over someone like bonesaw who is capable of doing that!! (would he Want to though? there's no like. secret well of planeswalking power in him here. would he just do it for fun????!!!!) and. ough. ok. let this one cook for a while ok there's a part u need to get to in worm that's relevant. i think this could go very hard i like it a LOT but i legally can't talk about it very much!!!!

ALSO. as i just made a post about. he could literally just get trapped in muse's area of effect during this final battle and get. um. well. really anything could happen to him. honestly the pulling him in half clicks really fucking well with this i think because that really does feel like some cartoon nightmare shit.... get yoinked!! & because it's dream logic he could still get put back together just as easily... he could be like. alive and aware the whole time it's happening. u know. wheezing bloody exposed lungs that aren't Working and aren't Doing anything and they should have stopped by now his heart is fallen out it should be stopped but it's still squeezing and his eyes are still moving etc. this would also be like. reminiscent of his trigger event (laying helpless and paralyzed and in immense pain for many hours in the middle of the woods that want to kill him). ik u have second trigger thoughts. shrug!! maybe ashe has a moment of lucidity before the field drops and goes OHHH GOD OH FUCK because wraith is just. strewn across the ground torn apart like a doll that yr dog got to. etc etc etc.

ANYWAY. thats what ive got so far what have u got!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 👀👀👀👀👀

AHA. YEAH. LITERALLY WIBBY FRIDGE IN THE FOREST. okay okay okay we are cooking we are in the kitchen together just throwing ingredients into the soup. I'm obv not going to comment on the passengers thing until I read some more of worm (btw quick side note the s9 had a cameo in the last interlude I read and I got so ridiculously happy to see them again. extremely nervous about yhem cloning themselves (???????) though. although i kind of hope they are so that it'll give me more ideas about tide. anyway.)

HOWEVER. I DO REALLY REALLY LIKE THE GETTING CAUGHT IN THE BLAST ZONE VIBE but something that hits so hard about that event in canon is just. how. Direct And Personal it seemed. like. he Did That while holding him in the air and telling him to not be afraid bc it'll all be over soon. that's so much. I love the wibby getting caught in the fucked up breaker effect but also i think it should be DIRECTED at him. reasoning behind this i don't know why yet. but I'm sure we can think of something sufficiently harmful.

god dude i didn't even CONSIDER the dream logic of it all. we literally don't even have to kill wibby we can just have him awake and alive and aware of it all. wow! awesome! and dakota can try to push him back together and he would be aware of this and trying to talk to him but his fuckign. everythign is ripped open so he can't exactly talk now can he !!!

I do have SO MANY second trigger thoughts and I do think this is so fucking perfect as a second trigger moment exactly bc of what u said abt laying helpless (ESPECIALLY if we have dakota trying to fix him because. hey he didn't trigger the first time until people came to get him. lol. lmao, even.) and i HAVE actually put a good amount of thought into what his powers would look like after this but i cant tell u until youre done w pd AUGH. also hey having ashe be lucid for a second sucks even more because he'd drop the breaker effect. the only thing that could feasibly put wibby back together in this state is ALSO the breaker effect. so he fucking panics because hey wow i just did this and the only way to fix it or undo it is to . go back to being a horrible little puppet or whatever. do u know what I mean

side note I think wibby needs to have a brutal gross awesome scar from this. i can't talk more about this until you finish 39. smile !!!!!!!!!! what the fuck dude.

#HEAD IN HAAANDS #new haven wards #dude i was so fucking excited for this conversation specifically.#as soon as we brougjt up wibby second trigger i was like god i cant wait for roswell to see him get ripped in half #AWESOME. WOOOOOO I LOVE TORTURING OUR LITTLE GUYS !!!! THROWING THEM IN THE BLENDER VER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND O #asks #friends!!!#intertexts #hi im baaaaack i didnt scare any small children <3 i talked a little too in depth about stingray anatomy though

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uniformbravo · 6 months

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since i've spent the past few days essentially staring at nothing but natsuyuu volume covers i thought it'd be so fun and silly to try and redraw them all from memory tee hee. all 30 (thirty) (三十) of them!!! wheee!!!!

i haven't actually looked at them next to the originals yet so guess what time it is!!!! LET'S COMPARE

starting with volume 1. iconic. show stopping. masterpiece. the mona lisa of natsuyuu SURELY i reproduced every single detail perfectly such that it kickstarts my career as a forgery artist RIGHT

well feast ur eyes

(im using the english volumes for comparison btw they have a good clear view of the art)

CAN U TELL WHICH IS WHICH OOO THEYRE SO ALIKE BET U CANT!!! SPOT THE DIFFERENCE LEVEL 1000 WHICH ONE DO U SHOOT

all i remembered for this one was GREEN and it's not even the right shade of green ajgosugdjfkdgj i even made the fuckin. what do u call it. i'll just say yukata??? I MADE IT GREEN AND ITS SUPPOSED TO BE RED i stg if u held a gun to my head & asked if there was any red on vol 1 i'd be DEAD

but i remembered the book of friends is like. weirdly purple? ok well in this pic it looks p gray BUT ON OTHER COPIES...... IF U UP THE SATURATION GKSJKDNFKDG

why is nyanko sensei smack dab in the middle HUH i couldve sworn he was bottom left this is so fucked up and scary. haunted manga volume??????? i bought it from a grarage sale idk you guys-

at least natsume's pose is like kind of right but also that's most definitely a complete accident i can ASSURE u (im rereading this the next day and the pose isnt even CLOSE what are u TALKING ABOUT)

anyway can i just fucking point out the kanji on the book of friends bc that is from MEMORY YEEHAW here's what it's Supposed to look like: 友人帳

LIKE even tho i got the last one wrong ITS LIKE STILL PRETTY CLOSE??? i think i deserve 100 points for this objectively

MOVING ON THO....

OK NOT AS BAD AS I THOUGHT SURPRISINGLY im actually like. i thought i bombed this one completely but liKE THE COMPOSITION??? KIND OF ON POINT. KIND OF GENIUS TBH

i remembered Blue and Madara and like what else do u need rly. butterflies are optional in all scenarios imo

also i NEVER have any idea what natsume's wearing in any of these so i always just like default throw him into his school uniform LMAO u will see a pattern

why is the book of friends burgundy in this one btw. it was GRAY i mean purple definitely purple aha

ok volume 3 im actually scared for i know i fucked up SOMETHING

HGLKFKGLKFKGFN OK!!!!! OK NOT SUPER AWFUL!!!! just noticed i forgor to color the book of friends fukg

main thing i remembered abt this one was the color of natsume's... attire.... and which characters were present. whats sensei doing all the way up in the top corner tho 0/10

return of the school uniform lmaooooo hm. irrelevant who cares plus didnt ask. all things considered this wasn't as bad as i thought. THE NEXT ONE HOWEVER,

hsngjfgnfjn okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

sensei's way cuter in this one than i realized wait wtf this cover's cute af how did i never notice. underrated cover -10 @ me. look at his lil BLEP >:O!!!!!!!

i knew there was some fuckshit going on w the yukata in this one ourhg i was just like hehe greeennnn also sensei's there. my work here is done

what is natsume's pose even hgnkg i was straight up making shit up at this point LIKE the first 6 or so covers are SO hard for me to distinguish in my head i should get a free pass for the poses in all of them like i can do whatever i want IM the artist now

oh god whats next vol 5

OK!!!! like a straight 5/10 TBH i literally forgot i was planning on rating these LMAO

i remembered the like white v-neck shirt thing and his pose kind of??? i had NO idea what to do for the yukata tho i just made it orange and u know what?? close enough. my rule of thumb is just like pick a color and then throw flowers all over it u cant go wrong

taki looks so much more mysterious on the original and also wearing a skirt. i gave her a big stick bc i thought i remembered her having one in general but i think i made that up tbh wouldn't put it past me. got her hat right tho hee haw

cant believe i didn't get natsume's beautiful artwork tho look at that little shit sensei up there god hes so ROUMD literally moma material

PROBABLY my best one yet uhhhh but i maybe cheated JUST a little for this one ITS LIKE BARELY CHEATING STOP BOOING ME

as i was toying w the idea of doing this redraw thing i was still working on collecting my Images and Pictures so i kinda started taking note of a few small things here & there and one of them was just. the general gist of this cover SO LIKE that's why it's so good LOL

forgor the flowers tho. i literally forget everything that isn't a character like immediately BUT OK CUT ME SOME SLACK like after a point the covers start being whole ass scenes which are SO much easier to remember shit abt than the fuckin Green Void (p sure this is the last green void cover tho)

8/10 composition is gr8 but details like the shirt & the yellow flowers are wrong, also the stick is backwards. i literally looked up what that thing is called and forgot already tee hee

OK WE'RE NOT DONE W THE GREEN VOID I REPEAT-

fuck dude. fuck. i rly thought vol 6 was the last one LOL not to spoil but as i was grabbing these images i saw a Preview of what's to come and the green void lasts until fuckign volume TEN LOL collapses onto the ground and dies

so erhermrm this is vol 7 lolllll i remembered the bg flowers this time can u believe hahaha distracts u from the fact that LITERALLY everything else is wrong auhghg

u know what the green void turned into bushes and i think that's beautiful.... like points for creativity on my part tbh. like to be completely honest. 3/10 i got the characters right

YO????? GATE CONFIRMED LET'S GO?????? it's definitely the school gate but i choose to believe natsume & tanuma r in jail for crimes and u should too

actually this is shockingly accurate for how much i goddamn struggled w this one gkjsldkg the CHARACTERS are right the OUTFITS are right SENSEI'S THERE urgh i knew one of these covers had tanuma holding sensei like that but i couldn't remember Which

i can't believe i actually got tanuma's pose that close i rly thought i was bullshitting w that one wtf. +5 points instantly

do u like how i just scribbled sensei wherever lmaoooo i drew natsume & tanuma & went like. i think sensei's in this one. PLOP

6/10 honestly closer than i thought

OK........ I SEE........ literally dies

this one i was getting MASSIVELY confused w vol 4 bc i could remember nothing distinct abt either of them except Green and natsume w Big Doggie

i remembered the BARE essentials of the composition but not much else... since i thought the green void was gone i put the green i remembered into natsume's yukata (and then put him in the school uniform again LOL) and went WELP. GUESS I'LL DIE NOW

2/10 honestly one of the worst fucking ones lskdjflsdkg

OK THIS ONE.... i almost died irl trying to remember this shit, even before i started and i was still viewing the covers i was like there is no way in HELL im remembering this shit for vol 10. and i was right

like. Purple. White Mask. Antlers. WILD layered clothing. at first i drew the mask as an actual deer skull but later had a straight up epiphany and redrew it like that which... still not correct but I MEAN.... IT'S PRETTY GOOD

i cant believe most of the purple is the bg oughgh his clothes are WHITE..... this is fucked up. i DID remember the stick tho, bells and everything!! actually bells and nothing else!!!

7/10 ok it might seem high but CONSIDERING this design..... i think i did shockingly well TBH

NOT...... the worst...... one....... i could've sworn he was sitting on a pile of books this is so sad that woulda been so cute 😭

for a second when i saw the real cover again i thought he was sitting ON the bookshelf and i was about to RIOT but its okay it's a step stool. still physically possible

my version of natsume here is so much more like Proper gksld he looks like a school boy... studying in the academy's library... hardworking student.... but no the real one is just sitting there like a wet puppy orz he's not even READING i rly thought he was reading. this is such a huge L

cannot fucking believe i was right abt the window tho. like wrong shape but the fact that it's even there.... giving myself a whole ass point for that one

5/10 i rly thought i nailed this one gksgndfkj

also RIP TO THE GREEN VOID U WILL NOT BE MISSED o7

ah shit ok. well one of them was in the school uniform at least fjgugjdkf

why is my natsume lying there like hes abt to start a therapy session, boy would NEVER-

also the plushie hmnmhnmhngnf i dont KNOW i knew there was some kind of prop there but like gun to my head i woulda died again. main colors that stood out to me for this were green and that bluish purple so i got those into mine but i mean. well u can see

once again a random window in the bg i got correct let's gooooo 5/10

LMAO SPITS OUT MY DRINK WHOOPSIE!!!!!!

this is so fucking bad im choking im gurgling LOLLLL i was SO sure natsume's paper had an eye on it i was POSITIVE this is so fucked up. i mean obvs i picked that up from sensei but like i didn't even KNOW sensei was there. or that there were bg characters at all uuuuuououohghh (matoba ignored +5)

i was like. black yukata red flowers CHECK piece of paper w eye CHECK horns CHECK i even went back and edited the horns to be more accurate i was so proud of myself sobs

ok but i knew it was shit trasjh when those were the ONLY details i could remember bc obviously there was gonna be more going on I JUST DIDN'T REALIZE HOW MUCH MORE.....

straight up dookie/10 no jk fr like 3/10 @ me u need to use ur EYES

OK..... I WAS VERY CONFIDENT ABT THIS ONE..... except for his outfit i knew i was bullshitting that BUT I THOUGHT I NAILED THIS ONE....... the one fucking time i didn't just default to his uniform LMFAO

even remembered the pink flower ball smh and for WHAT. i knew he was sitting in a pile of plushies & blankets or smth but no way in HELL was i even gonna attempt to draw them with a speck of detail. but HEY the plushie i drew for vol 12!!! i knew he existed Somewhere. he doesn't even have a horn tho thats so fucked up i thought he did

obviously the most striking thing abt this cover is the bg w that deep burgundy & the circular window so that was the main thing i nailed down right away (my palette was more muted tho). also natsume sitting there w paper in his mouth but i thought he was mid return when rly hes playing like keep-the-balloon-off-the-floor or whatever the fuck he's doing. i love u natsume

(if i thought he was in the middle of returning a name WHY didn't i include the actual book of friends flksglkd automatic fake fan/10)

8/10 this was like my ace in the hole i was like if i got nothing else i got U volume 14!!! and then

NOT THE FAMILY PHOTO......... FUCKING DIES

man idk shit just end me. whats even going on in this cover im gonna deck u natori. dont ask why this makes me want to commit violence hes just so. URHGHGHnH

i dont know whats happening to me rn looking at this im losing my fucking grip dude who let this happen im gonna hurl this volume into the sun??? i think???

why did i add the other two youkai i just thought they should be included but i played myself i had to draw them from memory and for WHAT. pls tell me i got them at least a little bit right i stg

it's the crossed legts dude if he was just sitting there like a board the way i drew him id be like ah shit it was just natori sitting not natsume too but he just HAS to cross his legs and the fucing elbow propped up holding the glasses im S MAD IM SO MADdestroy him

it's 1am i gotta go. i have to go. right now my mom is calling me i have to fukcng. 4/10 i got the couch colorr right. bye

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tumglr...... only allows 30 pictures per post..... bc im not on desktop? or is that a site-wide thing now. in any case this is getting long so i think im gonna split it right down the middle into 2 posts so there u go, first 15 volumes. so far my score is ermmm

well i didn't rate the first few volumes.

vol 1: 6/10 decent

vol 2: 6/10 also decent

vol 3: 5/10 composition is Scramboled

vol 4: 2/10 it's SO BAD

so now my overall score is 74/150 fjggudjofjdkgjk doing gr8!!!!!!!!!

ok bye for real ✌️

#natsume yuujinchou #ny blogging #rieley doodles #retag later #this is me fighting my demons #why did i get so mad at natori at the end kgsndksjdfk #i say yukata a lot in this post but i think the piece of clothing im referring to might actually be haori in most of these cases #i think more ppl know what a yukata is than a haori tho so im just gonna leave it #(haori is the thing that u wear over the yukata. like a. cardigan)

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leviiackrman · 7 months

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TAG CATCH UP: PERSONAL PICREW, QUESTIONS + URL SONGS;

Heyyooooo I’m back (even tho I never left) but these illnesses have been kicking my ass and I FINALLY feel better! I’ve been tagged in a bunch of fun games recently that I’ve been neglecting, but thank you so much to everyone who tagged me! Have an oversized post to suit my oversized fashion taste tehe

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|| hair colour is not accurate cus I’m a brunette but I bleached it recently so it’s a lot warmer than this! Wolf cut going strong tho and not this long but anyway ||

L: Liar Liar - Dylan, Bastille

E: ERA - The Faim

V: Vampire Disco - Friday Pilots Club

I: IDK How to Talk to Girls - Beth McCarthy

I: I Don’t Like You..OK - The Hunna, Kelsey Karter & The Heroines

A: AmEN! - Bring me the Horizon, Lil Uzi Vert, Daryl Palumbo

C: Conquer - Marshmello, Space Laces

K: Kick Back - Kenshi Yonezu

R: Rise (Redux) - The World Alive, League of Legends

M: Make it Out Alive - ONE OK ROCK

A: Animals - Nickelback

N: Not Alone - New Rules

last song: Stormy Weather - Kings of Leon (my saved songs was playing while doing my chores lmao)

currently watching: I’m FINALLY watching American Horror Story (after my bestie pestered me for years aha) and I LOVE it!! I’m also watching The Kardashians cus it’s good background noise when I’m working lmao, and on going critical role etc

3 ships: I’m gonna choose 3 of my oc ships cus brain no function: Margot x Levi, Rin x Dabi + Mineyo x Rin

favourite colour: mustard yellow! Just such a pretty colour and so cheerful!

currently consuming: the daggerheart one shot hehehehe! So now I’m planning ideas for a daggerheart oc for when me and my sister make our characters!

first ship: anakin x padme…. forever a precious ship to me

place of birth: South England, UK

current location: 30 mins from my birth place lmao, I’ve moved a lot tho

relationship status: single pringle as always but my brain clearly is pining cus I keep having dreams about having a partner…

last movie: oh daymn… uhhh idk I don’t really watch films anymore! I think it was Suzume!

currently working on: oh BOY so many things! I’m making the invites, seating plan, table decorations and other bits for my sisters wedding, I also need to make a curtain for our stair window cus it freaks my dad out lmao, more crochet designs for my Etsy shop (critical role characters and Disney princesses are in progress), timelines for my ocs which is taking FOREVER cus i ain’t no writer, more drawings for my ocs, my oc publication, MULTIPLE ideas for oc art and just never ending odd projects cus i CANT. STOP. OH and all the planning for mummas fundraiser/birthday! So it’s a lot aha

are you named after anyone? Not my first name, but my dad went to a garden centre the day my sister was born and chose 2 flowers for our middle names, so she’s Molly Jasmine and I’m Jessica Rose!

when was the last you cried? Uhhh idk I cry a lot, half the time I don’t even realise I am. Probably on the weekend when I was feeling shit

do you have kids? AHAHAHA no. I have 0 intention of having my own children but whenever I’m financially stable (and potentially with someone) I wanna adopt/foster as many kids as I can!

what sports do you play/have you played? When I was younger I played football, hate it now. I play games at work with the kids a lot but nothing legit

do you use sarcasm? I’m British. So what do you think?

what is the first thing you notice about people? Their eyes and smiles! I can tell when someone isn’t smiling genuinely tbh

what is your eye color? Hazel but got a lot of green in them

scary movies or happy endings? Scary movies. That way I can create my own happy endings while enjoying the carnage hehe

any talents? I don’t really believe in ‘talents’, I prefer to think that anyone can CREATE a talent through practice and dedication. I guess you could say my art skills are a talent, but again I practiced for my whole life so it’s not really a talent more than determination. I can also cook decently, dance/sing okay, but they’re not talents to me, just passions

where were you born? The shit hole called England.

what are your hobbies? Oh FUCK I have way too many… drawing, crocheting, editing, writing, reading, watching anime, creating characters + content, puzzles, painting, diamond painting, organising and SO MANY MORE

do you have any pets? I doooo! I have 1 doggo named Harley and she is my pride and joy, I love her sm

how tall are you? 5 foot 11 and a half, so I just say 6 foot

favorite subject in school? Art, history, dance, drama and IT

dream job? Freelance artist or concept artists. Tho the latter is less likely nowadays cus yknow… everything is fucked from AI…

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For Her Sake - Chapter 16

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Lena’s starting to think that she might be in a little over her head. She’s not really spent that much one-on-one time with a child before, not when said child’s parent isn’t close by in case of an emergency anyway. It’s making her nervous to think about the fact that she’s supposed to be the responsible adult here. That’s her. She might be the CEO of a major company but taking care of a child, she’s not adult enough for that.

Lori seems to be completely unaware of the ongoing freakout happening for Lena though, just holding onto her hand and skipping happily along the path of the park. She also seems to be unaware of the slow build-up of sweat that’s accumulating between their hands, or at the very least, just doesn’t care.

It’s a beautiful day out and Lena doesn’t spend a whole lot of time outdoors so as they meander through the open space, Lena forces herself to try and enjoy it, she might be panicking and unsure of herself but she’s been working on bettering herself for a while and this is the perfect opportunity to prove to herself that she’s reaching some of the goals she’s set for herself. She’s already reached at least one by being someone another person trusts with their child, even if it was just in a moment of emergency.

The wind brushes across Lena’s face in a tender caress that eases her into taking deep breaths that help her to ground herself and remind her that Kara is a woman that is willing to do whatever it takes to ensure her daughter a life where she is happy and healthy so if she trusts Lena to take care of Lori, it’s because she’s capable of doing just that.

When the lake comes into view, Lori’s speed picks up and she tugs on Lena’s hand with more strength than Lena ever thought a four-year-old could ever pack into her tiny little body.

“Slow down, slow down, the lake isn’t going anywhere.” Lena laughs, her tone light as she keeps a steady grip on Lori’s hand so she can’t run off from her.

“But Lena, I wanna go see the duckies!” Lori keeps pulling at her hand but Lena doesn’t let up, her head twisting around to take a look around the park. She doesn’t know the area well but she has been here a few times before.

Lena stops for a moment, her eyes squinting as she peers through the trees as Lori begins bouncing on her toes beside her, all of her excited energy finding an outlet in her movements. “Hold on, Lori. Just let me see if there’s a…aha!” Lena redirects Lori away from the path that leads towards the lake and is shocked when Lori starts stamping her feet.

“Lena, no!” Lori pulls against Lena’s hand to try and either get away from her or to drag her towards the lake.

It shocks Lena, she has never seen this side of Lori before, she’s always been a mild-mannered, excitable little kid, the sweetest of the sweet just like her mother. That being said, she is a child and if there’s anything kids are known for, it’s having the occasional tantrum.

Lena’s eyes pin on a bench just off of the path and in a quick move, she scoops Lori up and takes the needed steps to get over to it and plonk her down onto it before sitting beside her. “Take a few deep breaths, Lori, and then I want you to tell me what’s got you so upset, ok?”

Lori tries to get up off the bench but Lena holds her hands, keeping her close but allowing her to climb to her feet if she doesn’t want to be sitting. Lori chooses to stay sitting when she realizes she can’t get away, frowning all the while.

“It’s perfectly ok to have big emotions, Lori, but it’s not ok to shout at people like that so can you tell me why you’re upset?”

Lori shrugs her shoulders, angling her body the opposite way to Lena, not looking her in the eyes and barely listening to her, just letting big crocodile tears stream down her face and swinging her feet since she’s too little to be able to touch the floor with her feet while sitting down.

“We can sit here as long as you need, little darling, I’ll stop pestering you to talk, we can simply sit here and enjoy the beautiful trees and the butterflies over on those wildflowers growing beside those bushes.” Lena points to the wildflowers, smiling slightly when Lori’s head snaps up to try and see the butterflies Lena is talking about.

She keeps her word though, her lips stay tightly sealed as Lori’s attention goes between watching the butterflies dance between the blooming flowers, their wings flapping in a delicate rhythm that makes Lena think back to the days when she used to fence back in college, the swift, precise movements she practised over and over, the rigidity and grace nothing short of freedom for her back then.

It’s clear that Lori isn’t too happy that she’s got to sit here rather than going to the lake but she does as she’s told, sitting nicely to the point where Lena lets go of her, sure that she’s not going to do a runner. Her arms fold across her chest in an adorable way as she pouts but after a couple of minutes, she does what Lena was hoping she would do, she speaks.

“I’m sorry, Lena.”

“Thank you for apologizing. Do you know why you got so upset?” Lena implores her to keep talking, a kind smile taking shape on her lips.

Lori pauses before speaking again. “I was mad.”

Lena nods. “It’s ok to be mad sometimes, Lori, we all get mad. What’s important is that we still behave, even when we’re mad. Next time, all you have to do is tell me you’re mad and we can talk about it and fix the problem. Do you know what won’t fix the problem?”

“Stamping my feets.” Lori looks down at her feet like they’re the ones to blame.

“That’s right. We can use our words and we can use them nicely and figure out how to make everyone happy. Now, why were you mad?”

“Wanted to go and see the duckies and you didn’t let me.”

Lena hums in acknowledgement. “I see. Well, I wish you had said something because then I could have told you that I wasn’t saying no, I was just going to make a pitstop to get us some sandwiches so we could feed the duckies out crusts. That’s ok though, little darling, now we’ve spoken, we can do better next time, huh? I could have said something earlier and you could have told me you were feeling mad. Want to make nice?” Lena holds out her arms, offering a hug, and Lori takes the bait, launching herself into her arms and nodding against her chest.

With the little bundle in her arms, Lena relaxes. She can do this. She can keep Lori alive until she takes her back to her mom later and she can handle the struggles that come with taking care of a young child.

Admittedly, she is kind of happy that Lori threw her little tantrum because she remembers being Lori’s age and being too terrified to express any kind of negative emotions like that because she would have been severely punished so taking care of Lori gently with understanding is helping her to heal her soul a little, to show herself that she will never do what her family did, she can break the cycle of abuse and be a better person than they are. She has to.

After a minute, Lori pulls herself away from Lena and Lena takes that as her cue to get up and offer her hand to Lori. She takes it and jumps down from the bench.

“Alright then, Miss Lori, are you ready to go and get some sandwiches, find somewhere nice to eat them and then go and feed the duckies the crusts?”

“We can’t eat with the duckies?” Lori asks, her voice back to its usual softness and completely lacking the fire that Lena got a taste of before.

“I don’t think that would be a good idea, we don’t want the duckies trying to take our share of the sandwiches, do we?”

Lori shakes her head. She might want to go and see the duckies but she is not one to share her food when she doesn’t have to. She’s very similar to her mother in that regard.

With that agreed, they head over to where there is a little café perched between some trees if they detour off and to the right of the lake. It’s just a tiny place, one so small there are only two tables inside of it and another three outside but that’s good enough for them. Lena was originally planning on taking the food away and maybe finding a nice tree to sit beneath but seeing the tables, they might as well stay here.

“Would you like to sit inside or outside, Miss Lori?” Lena gives Lori the choice, another thing she was never given as a child and something she wishes every child could have since she’s lived through the suffocating alternative.

Lori peers between the wooden benches and tables outside and the cool red chairs inside and makes her choice. “Inside!”

Lena is glad Lori chose the seats inside, the ones outside would have left them both in the sun and while Lori would probably be ok, she’s got very delicate pale skin that she’s fairly certain can burn just from looking at a crayon-drawn sun with a smiley face.

“Inside it is.” Lena smiles and guides Lori to the door.

They are instantly greeted by the woman behind the counter. “Hello there, ladies! What can I get for you?”

Lena scoops Lori up and props her on her hip so they can look at the menu and soon enough they are sitting at one of the two tables waiting on their meals. The woman behind the counter, Vivian, handed Lori a colouring sheet and some crayons to play with while they wait for their sandwiches.

It’s safe to say that Lori is no longer being a stroppy little madam because her feet and kicking excitedly under the table as she colours in a picture of a little cottage in the woods. When she looked up at Lena with a sweet smile and so nicely asked for a milkshake, she just couldn’t say no. When she saw the size of them though, she did have to put her foot down ad say that they would share it because there’s no way she can give Lori back to Kara after inducing a monster-sized sugar rush.

Lena thanks Vivian as she puts down the massive chocolate and caramel milkshake between them armed with two straws.

“Gee, this looks good, doesn’t it Lori?”

Lori nods happily, abandoning the crayons and going right for her straw, a curly one that makes her grin even wider.

Vivian beams at the pair. “She looks just like you.” She remarks before tucking the tray she carried the milkshake over on beneath her arm and waltzing away before Lena could process what she said, never mind actually reply to it.

Lena just shrugs, she’ll correct her if she says anything else. Her eyes grow wide seeing how far into the milkshake Lori has gotten by herself in just the few seconds she’s been distracted. She grabs Lori’s straw and guides it away from her. “Slow down there, little darling, you’re going to fill up on milkshake and not have any room left in your tummy for your sandwich if you drink it too fast.”

Lori, to Lena’s surprise, doesn’t try and argue, just nods and gets back to her colouring, pushing a couple of crayons her way so she can help, which she does happily.

Vivian heads back over a few minutes later and places their sandwiches down on the table with a smile and a flourish before heading off with the shout of “Enjoy!” over her shoulder.

Lena takes a sip of the milkshake before picking up her sandwich and cringes at the sweet taste of it. She wishes she had persuaded Lori to go for something else but she just couldn’t deny that cute face anything.

They make their way through their respective sandwiches and save their crusts at the edge of their plates. When they are just about finished, Lena gestures for Vivian so she can pay the bill and get a to-go box for their crusts.

“Here you go.” Vivian hands her the bill and the box. “Just crusts huh?”

“Yeah, we’re going to feed the duckies!” Lori answers.

“You know, bread isn’t very good for duckies. They do like peas though.” Vivian answers.

Lena tilts her head. She didn’t know that. “Really?”

“Yeah, I actually sell bags of them too so there isn’t as much bread being thrown into the lake for the ducks. It pollutes the water and isn’t very healthy for them since it fills them up and then they don’t eat as much nutritious foods.” Vivian informs her.

Lena turns to Lori. “Well, I guess we’ve learned something new today, haven’t we? What do you say? Shall we get some peas and keep the duckies healthy?”

“Yes!”

“That’s settled then. Can we have a couple of bags of peas then, please? I guess we won’t be needing the to-go box after all.”

“I’m glad to hear that. I’ll go and grab those bags and amend your bill. I’ll just be a moment.” Vivian takes back the bill and the box.

She comes back with the amended bill and two decent-sized bags of peas. Lori grabs them and stuffs them in the pockets of her jacket so they bulge out. Only half of each bag fits into her tiny pockets so it kind of looks like she’s just burgled a house of peas.

Lena adds a good tip to the bill. Anyone that has the balls to call out random customers to better the wildlife and protect animals is someone deserving of the money. She can imagine how many people don’t come back because they don’t like to be corrected even if they have no idea what they’re talking about.

“Thank you.” Lena waves as she leaves the café and Lori follows her lead.

“Thank you!”

Together, they head towards the lake and Lena sees a bench just beside the water and decides that’s where she’s going to lead them.

Beside her, Lori holds both of the bags, not bothering to put them back into her pockets from where they fell out after she started skipping. As soon as they are at the water’s edge, she hands both to Lena. “Can you open it please?”

With a now open bag in her hands, Lori dives her hand into it and starts throwing the peas to the ducks, rejoicing when they start to take them and nibble away until they are gone, inching closer and closer to the pair of them so they can have more delicious treats.

Lena only tosses a few at a time, purposely slowing down so she can share her bag with Lori when she runs out because she’s just ecstatic to be feeding the ducks.

Sure enough, Lori’s smile disappears when she runs out of peas and then reappears when Lena presses her bag into her hands, still more than half-full. “You go ahead, my hands are a little tired and you’re so good at tossing them that I think it’s best you do the honours.”

The ducks gather at the edge of the lake and quack at them for the peas and Lori is more than happy to indulge them, even quacking back at them from time to time.

Once the peas are all gone, Lena stands up. “Let’s go find somewhere else to sit, huh? If we stay here the duckies will think we have more peas for them so we’d better head off and find somewhere to read.”

“Ok.” Lori reaches out and takes her hand again without Lena prompting her to and she’s glad for it because the fact that she’s someone Lori feels comfortable finding stability in is something so special to her. It does remind her though that there are other people looking for stability in her and she hasn’t been giving them her all. She’s not been pushing the purchase of the hospital the way she was at the beginning, rather than hurrying the process along, she’s been allowing it to slowly plod along at whatever pace it goes at and that’s not a great pace.

She’s been putting so much of her energy into thinking and worrying about Kara and her family that she’s not been fully invested in her job. She knows that a lot of it is to do with her loneliness and the fact that she’s now got people fending off those feelings for her but she’s not forgotten the words Kara said to her the first time they met in her office, the way Kara so brashly told her that what she’s doing as a privileged rich woman with an endless supply of whatever it is she needs, is not enough, nowhere near.

When she told Kara she was buying the hospital, she looked so proud of her but that’s not why Lena cherishes the memory. She cherishes the memory because she was proud of herself. Now though, as she looks back on it, she no longer feels that pride because now it feels performative. Unless she actually follows through fully and with her whole heart and does it for the people in that hospital rather than to impress a pretty woman, she’s not making anybody proud, especially not herself.

She gets Lori set up with her book beneath a tree and steps aside, keeping one eye on Lori the whole time as she gets her phone out and makes a call.

For the next twenty minutes, Lena argues quietly with both her people and the people of the old owners of the hospital, getting the ball rolling again. She can still be the person she wants to be. She’s making good steps but she’s not there yet. Maybe that’s ok, maybe it’s not but she’ll get there.

Once the call is done she sits beside Lori and sees that her book is closed. “Hey, have you had enough of reading?”

She shakes her head no.

“Then why is your book closed?”

“I finished it.”

“What about the other couple I have of yours, where are those?” Lena asks.

Lori points to the small pile beside her. “I finished those too.”

“Surely you haven’t read them all already, it’s only been twenty minutes.” Lena smiles, picking the books up and setting them on her lap.

Lori just shrugs. “I’ve read them loads of times. My mommy doesn’t have money for new books and the library is far away so we only go every few weeks.”

“Oh.” Lena’s not sure what to say to that. It’s not a shock that Lori knows Kara struggles with money because kids aren’t nearly as dumb as they’re made out to be and they are very aware of their surroundings.

“I try not to say anything in front of her because it makes her do her sad face. Mommy said that in a few months, I’ll be able to get new books but I have to be patient though.”

“I think your mommy is doing her best.”

“Me too, she’s tired all the time and she always falls asleep on the couch when we watch movies together. Auntie Alex says it’s because she works super hard and it makes her body tired so she has to sleep more.”

Lena brushes Lori’s hair back behind her ear. “I think you’re a very smart girl, Lori.”

“I don’t think my mom gets new books either and she used to read all the time. Can we get her a book instead of flowers? I think she’d like a book more.” Lori cracks a tiny smile at the compliment and proves to Lena that she might actually be the sweetest kid around.

“I think we can make that happen and I think that there’s no reason we can only get one or the other. Shall we head over to the bookstore first and then the florist to get the flowers?”

“Yes!” Lori jumps up. “Mommy will love it!”

“I think she will.”

Lena follows Lori up to the apartment, her arms feeling like they are going to drop off because of the weight of the bags she’s holding. She may have gone a little overboard in the bookstore. Lori is holding the bouquet of flowers and the size of it practically swallows her whole. In fact, from the front, it’s just a bouquet of flowers with arms and legs. It’s a wonder Lori can see through the stems to she can see where she’s going.

Kara texted her a while back saying they are back at the apartment so she’s got no doubt that they will be able to get into the apartment. She just opens the door, not wanting to wait because the bags are so heavy and Lori runs inside and right to Kara.

“Mommy! Mommy! We got you flowers!”

Kara’s face brightens immediately upon seeing Lori running up to her with the flowers and Lena isn’t completely sure whether it’s because of the bouquet or because it’s Lori. From the very small glance she got of Kara before she saw Lori, she looked to be in pretty high spirits anyway so Lena’s hoping for some good news for them.

“Thank you, baby. They’re beautiful.” Kara says, taking them from her so she can actually see her daughter’s face. Kara then looks up at Lena and mouths, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Lena mouths back before clearing her throat. “Hey, Alex. How are you?”

“I’m good. Had a nice day out with the little rascal?” Alex stands with her hands tucked in her back pockets.

Lena nods. “We had a great day, didn’t we, Lori? We went to the park and then the bookstore and then the florist and now we’re here.”

Kara’s eyes widen. “The bookstore? Oh no, I bet you struggled to get her out of there, trips to the library are always a whole-day affair.”

“Well, I wanted a few new books and it would have been rude of me to not get something for Miss Lori too and because she’s the sweetest little soul, she asked if we could get her favourite person one too. We couldn’t narrow it down though so you’re now the proud owner of a decent stack of books.”

“Lena, you didn’t have to do that.” Kara stands up and moves to put the flowers down on the kitchen counter before moving to Lena and wrapping her arms around her in a tight hug. “You’re the sweetest, thank you for taking care of her today and for the books and the flowers. They’re all lovely.”

“No worries. We had a great time.”

“We fed the duckies peas!” Lori clutches at her mom’s shirt to get her attention.

Kara chuckles. “Peas?”

Lena nods seriously. “We got sandwiches for lunch and we were saving the crusts to feed the ducks but the owner of the café we went to informed us that it was bad for them but she sold bags of peas to feed them so we got a couple. It was very fun.”

“I see.”

“Anyways, how has your day been? Did you manage to get everything figured out?”

“You know what? We did.” Kara replies and gestures to the couch, “Want to sit down so we can tell you all about it?”

Lena accepts the offer, taking a seat and setting the bags down at her feet. She sits happily in place and listens as Kara and Alex excitedly begin recounting their afternoon with a man called Gus and the good news of the place they have signed on to rent as soon as their month here is up. There will be a tiny overlap so they can get out a few days before they formally have to be but soon enough, they’ll be in their new place, one that is much nicer than this and Lena is so very happy for them.

“I can’t believe it! I’m stoked for you guys and very very shocked that you managed to find a place in less than a day.”

“It was pure luck, really,” Kara says. “It had only just been listed on the website when we looked and then Alex called right away. We were over across town not long after that. It’s a much better area and it’s even on the first floor with access to the communal garden right behind us so Lori will have a place to play.”

“That’s so incredible. You guys deserve it.”

Lori tugs at Kara’s shirt again, sitting on her lap and resting her head against her mother’s chest. “Mama?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Are we moving to where we used to live? Am I having my own room again?”

Kara leans down to press a kiss to the top of her head. “We’re not moving to where we used to live, baby. We are moving though and you’ll get your own room again. It won’t be as big as your old one but you’ll have your own bed and dresser and we’ll make space for you somewhere else in the apartment for all of your toys. We could even put up some shelves or something so you can have all of your books in your room and from the look of those bags, you’re going to need some really big shelves.”

“As big as an elephant?” Lori grins, her arms spreading as wide as she can make them.

“Maybe not that big but still pretty big.” Kara laughs.

Lena leans down to the bags. The books are a little jumbled in the bags so I’m sorry but there’s a little bit of organizing to do.”

“It looks like you bought out the entire store.” Alex chuckles with a shake of her head.

“We may have gone a little bit overboard, I admit.” Lena shrugs. “I like giving gifts and it sort of took over while we were in there. I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable.” Lena looks between Alex and Kara.

Alex just shrugs. “I’m not uncomfortable but I’m going to be pissed if all you got was romance novels.”

“No, it’s a mixture, don’t worry.” Lena smiles, her nose scrunching as she does so.

Kara just tuts at Alex. “I don’t just read romance novels.”

Alex tilts her head, feigning ignorance. “Oh yeah, I can’t remember what the title of the last book you read was that wasn’t a romance, care to remind me, dear sister of mine?”

Kara sucks her teeth and looks away.

“That’s what I thought.”

“You’re mean,” Kara replies, her voice bratty. She sticks her tongue out at her childishly before nodding to the bags. “Can I see?”

Lena shifts the bags closer to herself and digs into them, taking a few out at a time and then piling them up on the coffee table, separating Lori’s books and the ones she got for Kara and by extension, also Alex because she’s not ready to fully admit that she only got them for Kara. Lori will probably out her on that front though. Luckily, since she got a good mixture, she can claim that some of them are for Alex too.

Kara’s jaw drops further and further as more and more books appear out of the bags. The vast majority of them are kids’ books and are for Lori and that warms her heart and breaks it at the same because while she’s super grateful that Lori is going to have the opportunity to have these books, she’s devastated that she’s in a position where she’s been denying them to her daughter because she can’t afford and then another woman has just paid for them like it’s nothing. It makes her feel like a failure to some extent, even if she does know that she’s trying her best.

She could barely even take Lori to the library because she couldn’t get the days off work and the bus fare cost more than she could afford and when she could, most of the time she was so tired that it just wasn’t something she could manage because she was terrified of falling asleep on the bus and worrying Lori even more or getting them lost and not having the money to get back home.

Lena is a special kind of woman though, that much is obvious. She clearly has a lot of love to give and a sweet soul and it makes her wonder why she spent so much time alone when she has such an obvious need for company.

It makes Kara feel guilty in a way too because she feels like she’s taking advantage of that need that is so palpable in her when in reality, she would like Lena to be around no matter whether or not she’s giving gifts or helping out with childcare of any of that stuff. She just likes being her friend. Alex might tease her about liking Lena but she’s not so sure that she can try and pursue anything with her at this stage in her life. Not when she and her family are still climbing out of the pit that is the hardest thing they have ever gone through and while they are so unevenly matched in terms of stability. She wants to wait until she can return the favour to Lena, when she can buy her a book or some flowers without it breaking the bank.

Lena watches Kara’s face closely, the unshed tears and the sparkling blue storm that is staring deeply at the books, no true decipherable emotions available to her.

“Kara? You ok?”

Kara snaps out of it. “I’m good, just trying to figure out if I’ll ever get through them all before I turn fifty.”

“I think you’ll manage.” Alex snickers, nudging Lena’s shoulder. “This woman can go through a book in a day if you let her, it’s insane how fast she can read.”

“A woman after my own heart.” Lena quips, her eyebrow raising and her voice turning to liquid silk.

She misses the look Alex throws Kara over the top of her head and it’s probably for the best because otherwise, she’d feel bad for the fact that Kara is probably going to get teased quite a lot once she’s gone.

They keep on going through the books for a few more minutes before Lena decides to bid everyone goodbye. “I’m going to leave you ladies to it. Have a lovely evening and I’ll see you all soon.”

“Are you sure you have to go now?” Lori asks.

“I have some work to get started on at home and you saw how many books I bought for myself too, I have a lot to organize on my shelves.”

“Ok,” Lori says and crawls off Kara’s lap and into Lena’s so she can wrap her arms around her neck. “Can we go feed the duckies again sometime?”

Lena hugs her back, rocking her back and forth a couple of times before releasing her. “I think that would be awesome.”

Kara stands up and pulls her into a hug next. “You really saved our asses again today, thank you for having her and for also spoiling us. Next time you want to give us gifts though, one is probably enough.”

“Noted,” Lena says, the smirk on her face giving away the fact that she’s not taking it seriously at all and will most definitely spoil them again if she wants to.

Kara just shakes her head at her and lets Alex go in for the last hug. “I guess I’ll see you at work, boss. Thank you for today.”

“No problem. I’ll see you tomorrow, I’ll be swinging by in the afternoon.” Lena starts walking towards the front door but pauses. “Oh, Lori. I still have your picture in my purse.”

“You can keep it, we worked on it together and it never got finished so maybe we could finish it next time it’s game night.”

Lena barely suppresses her smile. “I think that’s a very smart idea. I’ll keep it extra safe next to your other drawings on my refrigerator.”

Kara does a double-take at those words. “I never noticed that. You have her pictures up on your fridge?”

“I was once told that all masterpieces must go on the fridge, there’s no better place for them.”

“That’s cute.” Kara giggles. “I’ll keep an eye out for that next time it’s your turn to host game night.”

“I’ll be sure to make sure they are perfectly straight and looking mighty fine.”

Alex snorts, sinking down into the couch. “So many jokes, so little time.”

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feral!au extra

this is a scene i wanted to include but decided it would be too OOC, but i wanted to write it anyway so i did. consider it non-canon to my fanfic hahahahahahahah

so uhh, here. have 2k of feral!lwj smut

Wei Ying is mostly joking when he offers to help Lan Zhan with his massive boner problem. It's just! He looks so pitiful laying there on the floor, his cock stretching out the damp fabric of his sweats! He arches his back occasionally, hips flexing upwards as if he's fucking onto something, but there's nothing there.

He doesn't expect Lan Zhan to agree–he thought he'd get another cute little glare, maybe a huff, then he'd have to spend ten minutes trying to get him to look at him again.

But to his surprise, Lan Zhan shows interest in his teasing. That, more than anything, is a clear sign that Lan Zhan 's mind is not in the right place right now.

"What did you have in mind?" Lan Zhan’s voice comes out strained, hoarse. Wei Ying, who was already half hard just from Lan Zhan 's scent, swallows.

"Uhhh," he begins, eloquently, "I mean… if you come here I can show you?"

Lan Zhan squints but slowly does as he's told, moving like liquid, if liquid were a predator. There's definitely something about the glint of the muzzle that makes him look …dangerous. Like there's a reason he's in there and Wei Ying is it here

Wei Ying shakes his head. He remains seated where he is, looking through the bars at Lan Zhan, kneeling opposite him. His eyes flick down to his prodigious erection and he has to swallow again.

"Well, first things first, you need to get your equipment out," he teases. Lan Zhan inhales slowly, "Or I could do it?" Wei Ying jokes.

"Mn."

"Oh." Wei Ying wets his lips. Ok. He can do it, then.

Lan Zhan waits, still as stone, for Wei Ying to reach into Lan Zhan's room, past the bars, to tug his waist tie loose. He watches Lan Zhan’s chest, stomach, move as he breathes harder, faster. Wei Ying lifts the hem of his shirt, slips his fingers underneath the waistband, and carefully tugs it downwards.

Naturally, Lan Zhan isn't wearing underwear.

Naturally, his cock springs out, already flushed and rock hard. It twitches. Wei Ying suppresses a whimper.

"Ah, Lan er-gege, you really have been blessed down here, huh?" He says, but the words don't have the same edge to them as they usually would.

Wei Ying touches the very top with his index finger, and Lan Zhan jerks, a sharp inhale through his nose. It twitches again. Wei Ying trails his finger down the shaft, tracing a vein all the way down through his pubes to lightly graze over his balls. Wei Ying doesn't mean to linger here, but…. Well, he doesn't exactly have balls of his own to play with. He cups them under his palm, and rolls them between his fingers–even with all the alphas he's worked with in the past, he's never gotten this chance before.

"Wei Ying–!" Lan Zhan grunts, and Wei Ying finally notices that Lan Zhan is hunched over, fists clenched, jaw tight.

"Aha, sorry! I said I would help and I'm only making things worse, huh?" He makes the switch quickly, wrapping his fingers around Lan Zhan’s cock and stroking him off. He's bigger than Wei Ying, in both length and girth. Each stroke takes longer and, somehow, that makes it feel dirtier. Like Wei Ying is taking his time with it.

Wei Ying uses all the tricks he can think of–twisting his fist over the head, using both hands, fondling his balls–to make him come quicker.

Predictably, it doesn't take very long for Lan Zhan to finish. His breaths come shorter, harsher, just the slightest hint of a moan as he comes, white streaks all over his lap–Wei Ying points it away from him, but still manages to get some on his hand.

"There, feeling better yet?" Wei Ying asks, surreptitiously sniffing the dribble of Lan Zhan’s come on his pinky finger, "maybe you should have a drink now, yeah?"

"Mmm," Lan Zhan’s eyes are still closed. His abs are still twitching from the aftershocks, even tho Wei Ying is no longer touching him. He's too cute. This is officially his second orgasm!

When he finally relaxes, Lan Zhan diligently crawls to his basin to drink from it directly, not bothering to tuck himself back in.

Once he's had his fill, he comes right back to Wei Ying , sitting across from him. Expectant.

He's still hard.

Of course. Until his rut is over that thing won't go fully soft unless he's asleep.

"You want more?" Lan Zhan frowns slightly, but nods regardless of Wei Ying's teasing. He looks meaningfully down at his crotch. Wei Ying bursts into laughter,

"What, do you think I'm just gonna sit here all day and jerk you off? What kind of person to you think I am? I'll get cramp! Here, I have a different idea, but you'll need to stand up for it."

Lan Zhan shoots to his feet, eager to obey at the prospect of another orgasm. He sways on his feet.

Laughter bubbles up inside Wei Ying: what is this? Lan Zhan is acting like…like he's drunk or something! Drunk from his first ever handjob. Too cute.

"C'mere," Wei Ying coaxes, holding in yet more laughter as Lan Zhan waddles right up to the bars. Wei Ying grabs him by the hips and guides him a little to the left and a little further forwards, closer, closer, until his cock slips through one of the gaps. Lan Zhan understands instantly, pressing his body up against the bars and holding onto them–his head has to turn sideways a little, as the muzzle adds an extra few inches of length to his profile.

Wei Ying looks up at him and suddenly things aren't quite so funny anymore. Lan Zhan shifts, just slightly, and Lan Zhan’s cockhead swings sideways to hit Wei Ying’s cheek. Wei Ying gasps. Lan Zhan’s scent glands are pouring sex pheromones into the air, and this close Wei Ying is…intoxicated. He lets his lips fall open, mouth closing around the crown.

He doesn't mean to moan.

“Uhm, I–” Wei Ying tries to make some kind of excuse–nothing swims to the surface of his mind–but Lan Zhan interrupts him with a hand to his hair. There are no thoughts in his mind after that. He lets Lan Zhan draw him in, easily opening his mouth to accept Lan Zhan’s cock, careful with his teeth.

He’s…never done this before. Not with the real deal. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to give it his all! This is going to be the best, most memorable blowjob Lan Zhan will ever receive!

He moans again, accidentally, when Lan Zhan thrusts forwards. It’s not as if there’s much space for him to manoeuvre, but the suddenness of the movement catches Wei Ying off guard anyway.

Spit drips over his chin.

Wei Ying hums, bobbing his head, reaching maybe halfway down his length without difficulty–he lets go of Lan Zhan’s hip with one hand, using it instead to jerk off the expanse that Wei Ying can't take.

Hands rove his body, stroking his hair, petting every part of him that he can reach, sometimes edging just a little on being too rough–his thumb presses against his Adam's apple in a way that has him almost gagging.

He defines a rhythm, steady and slow, for himself, pausing every now and then to lave his tongue over the tip, giving his jaw a break.

"Lan Zhan, you're really big, you know?" He praises, in between kisses, "you could do a lot of damage with this weapon, if you're not–nng–careful!"

Wei Ying sinks down on Lan Zhan again.

Lan Zhan firmly, borderline roughly, fists his hair, pushing him onto his cock.

Wei Ying splutters, pushing back against his hips with his hands, but Lan Zhan is an alpha and, even behind bars, he is a force to be reckoned with. Wei Ying finds himself forced to take Lan Zhan’s cock deeper and deeper, tugged back a scant few millimetres, then pushed even further. His scalp stings. His dick pulses at the treatment.

Lan Zhan’s cock touches the back of Wei Ying’s throat long before Wei Ying’s lips touch pubes. Wei Ying chokes, a burst of strength finally surging through him, and he shoves Lan Zhan back just enough that he can turn his head, panting.

Somewhere above him, Lan Zhan makes a surprised sound at the loss of his mouth.

“Lan er-gegeee~” Wei Ying complains, breathless, as Lan Zhan humps his cheek–tiny movements he doesn’t seem to fully be aware of, “lan zhan, you’re too rough! I can’t blow you properly when you’re yanking me around like that! I thought you were going to be good for me, hm?"

"I…" Lan Zhan's eyes are screwed shut, "I am trying–hhh…" Wei Ying kisses the closest part of his cock that he can reach.

"Aiyouu, I know it's hard for you! It's your first time and everything is too much! You just need to remember that omegas are very delicate, hm? If you're too mean to me I might start crying."

His cock pulses against his face.

Wei Ying bites back a wave of laughter and coyly rubs his face against the soft inner part of his thigh, where the most potent scent glands are,

"Oh, dirty Lan er-gege, you want to make me cry?"

Lan Zhan shakes his head desperately, but his body is telling a different story: the hand fisted in his hair hasn't loosened at all, and his cock is still oozing precome onto his cheek.

"Just want…" Lan Zhan sounds hoarse, broken, "Wei Ying."

And really, how is Wei Ying supposed to respond to that? Flushed pink at the earnest plea, Wei Ying takes pity on Lan Zhan, opening up for Lan Zhan’s cock and allowing Lan Zhan to push him down.

Lan Zhan fucks his mouth sloppily, chasing only his own release. Wei Ying takes it, his own cock throbbing in the confines of his work uniform but unable to do anything about it.

Wei Ying isn't sure how he misses the fact that Lan Zhan is knotting for so long. He only notices when Lan Zhan pushes him down extra deep and his lips stretch even wider around him. He makes a very shocked, wet noise, eyes flying wide open–he's knotting! This is his first knot, ever!

Wei Ying scrambles to wrap both hands around the swelling at the base of his cock, applying gentle pressure. Lan Zhan moans, tugging Wei Ying deep, keeping him there. He grinds like that, keeping Wei Ying with his lips stretched open around the thickness of his knot.

Every time Lan Zhan touches the back of his throat, Wei Ying jerks, a full body shudder, and his eyes are watering for real now. When he blinks, a lone tear rolls over his cheek.

Lan Zhan spasms. Wei Ying chokes on the flood of come that explodes down his throat – but he can't move, he can only accept every last drop of it, swallowing it all down. It lasts forever. Wei Ying keeps squeezing and massaging his knot, encouraging his body to let it all out.

Wei Ying's vision is sparkling at the edges when Lan Zhan finally, finally finishes. He pulls off, a feeling not unlike ripping duct tape away from skin, and tries not to cough too much. He keeps his hands firmly around Lan Zhan’s knot–he's going to be stuck here like this for at least half an hour.

He wishes he had a scrap of fabric he could use to bind his knot, but his hands will have to do. If he relieves the pressure, Lan Zhan’s body will be ready to go again much sooner: like this, it's tricking his alpha brain into thinking there might be a pregnancy from this.

"Lan Zhan, ahh," Wei Ying's voice is embarrassingly scratchy, "aiyouu, I'm so full now! Er-gege you filled me up so well!"

It's not a lie: he can feel Lan Zhan’s come, hot and heavy inside his belly. If his hands weren't already otherwise occupied, he would be trying to feel the difference.

Lan Zhan gasps, scandalised, and his knees finally give way. He sinks to the floor in a barely controlled heap, and Wei Ying finds himself pulled right up against the bars, stretching to keep hold of Lan Zhan's knot. It's not a very comfortable position.

"That good, huh?" Wei Ying teases, "do you think you'll listen to me again next time? The whole purpose of a rut is to come a lot!" In the olden days unmated alphas would use their ruts as an excuse to sleep with as many omegas–or anyone!–as possible.

Lan Zhan nods slowly, dazed.

"Wei Ying was right," he says softly.

#Tumblr only #fic #feral au #im out here making fanfic of my fanfic i guess

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blackjackkent · 7 months

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OK, on closer inspection, I think the Ominous Portal from the last post is actually the way out of this area. There's a closed door on the far side of the room which triggered an autosave when Hector got close.

And he is here. Alone. By himself.

This is fiiiiiiine.

Passing through the door gives us a few more loot chests, openable with the Sorcerous Sundries basement key we found earlier, and leads to another door labeled with a plaque that says "Restricted Area."

Really hoping this restricted area contains the Karsus book we're looking for and not, like, an aboleth.

*gulp*

The door, interestingly, is not labeled "Door" but "*Ramazith*" (asterisks included).

It's fine. It's all fine. Totally fine. Hector, you know that saying about curiosity and the cat?

OK, no disintegration, just another room with three more doors. These three are labeled *Elminster*, *Silverhand*, and *Karsus* respectively.

This meandering maze of rooms with the black fog-of-war abyss all around feels very reminiscent of some of the dungeons in BG2 (like the planar sphere). XD

The Karsus door sounds promising for the book we're looking for but let's go with Elminster door first because we like Elminster and hopefully that's not the disintegration room.

Hector's VA sounds very impatient about this but the truth is that, while I am busy snarking over here, he's definitely super excited to be digging around in the tunnels under the tower looking for this secret hidden lore. This is where history nerd and adventurer come together in a beautiful combination that is probably going to get him killed.

This place is hella trapped by the way. Luckily Hector is our lockpicker and trapbreaker so he's not doing too terribly at navigating this place by himself.

Unfortunately, the Elminster and Karsus doors give the notification "Target is Invalid" when I try to lockpick them, and they're not smashable targets. The Silverhand door appears to take us into another area entirely. So I'm assuming we need to go through the Silverhand door and find a key that will open the others?

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Oh dear this is a massive maze.

Four doors now - Abjuration, Transmutation, Illusion, and Evocation. Also more traps.

Going through Evocation puts us on top of a panel which, if we step off we get shot with ice crystals. Four more doors there - Foresight, Invulnerability, Gate, and Wish.

I wrote a whole puzzle pondering bit here and then I realized that only Wish is an actual door; the others shunt us back to previous rooms. Going through Wish gives us this room:

Aha. I bet this opens the Elminster room, and there's another sequence that opens the Karsus room.

Progress.

The Elminster vault has two chests and a display case on pedestals. The chests are just loot. The display case has another book!

Aha. This would be more excited if we still had The Necromancy of Thay, but we'll look anyway.

Honestly I think Hector's just as glad that he got rid of it, but do we at least still get loot for reading this book?

Nope! ^_^

OK, let's keep moving and try and find the Karsus book before Hector expires down here.

Silverhand -> Abjuration -> Silver gets us to the lever that opens the Karsus vault. It has quite a bit of loot:

The note, entitled "Magus Be Warned":

Luckily, Hector is not driven by hubris, just by a curiosity bordering on the maniacal (and sometimes by pure panic).

And now... the moment itself - the book we've been looking for. The Annals of Karsus. Hopefully we can also bring it with us to show Gale.

Eeeeenteresting.

Is the Orb the thing in Gale's chest?

The reward, a "Scroll of Dethrone", is a fairly scary-sounding spell:

And we were indeed able to pick it up to bring with us!

Sweet. Let's GTFO of here and get back to camp.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #that was more of an adventure than i expected

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koala-fluff · 2 years

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Hello everyone! Here is a fic for the wonderful @hotshot624 that they requested. In November...

I hope you enjoy, and I'm sorry if it's bad. Writing something that is not related to the bonds if my hyperfixation can be quite difficult...

But it came out ok, so I will be proud of my creation!

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The Greatest Dragon Rider Trapper Alive

When the Twins reveal Snotlout's methods are outdated, Eret seeks revenge. And once Astrid reveals a weakness of Snotlout's... Well, he just has to take advantage of it, doesn't he?

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Original Request (shortened): Hi! I was wondering if I could request a How to train your dragon fic (as you can see that's what I'm hyper fixating on rn lol) anyway if you could, could you write one with maybe Lee!Snotlout and Ler!Eret, where it's set in-between httyd 2 and 3 and Snotlout is being super obnoxious, rude, and just plain annoying to Eret, so decides to take him down a notch and wrecks him with tickles and it's just super fluffy and cute at the end.

"Are you sure this will help me ride Skull Crusher?" Eret asked, looking very skeptical.

Snotlout scoffed, hiding a grin unbeknownst to the larger viking. "Of course I'm sure! This is how Astrid taught everyone on the A Team."

"I have no idea what the A Team is, but I do know this is humiliating." Eret groaned, continuing the exercise.

What was this exercise exactly? Run in circles with a broom between your legs like a witch.

"Just trust me." Snotlout stifled a chuckle. "You'll be high in the sky in no time."

Eret cheered up a tiny bit at that. Oh, how he wanted to just fly and touch the clouds. To do cool tricks like the other dragon riders on the back of those magnificent beasts.

He'd do anything. Which apparently included hobbling about on a broom as his cocky teacher hovered above him on Hookfang.

"You're doing great, Son of Eret."

"You know, the more you quip like that the more I believe this is just a joke, Son of Spite." Eret snapped back, huffing grumpily.

"What are you doing over here, Snotlout?"

The twins flew in on their two headed dragon, Barf and Belch. As soon as they saw Eret, they needed no explanation. Both fell into boisterous fits of laughter as they watched him waddle around in circles.

"Aha prank wohorthy of Lohoki himself!" Ruffnit shouted, almost sliding off her saddle. "Gohood one, Snohot!"

"Indeed, sister." Tuffnut giggled, clutching his sides. "Unlehess our dear friehend doesn't remember thahat Hiccup dubbed this exercise useless a fehew months agoho."

Eret stopped moving. Snotlout froze as his icy glare reached up to them.

"Did he now?" He asked, his voice terrifyingly calm. "It seems my mentor has forgotten to mention this fact."

Snotlout grinned. "What can I say? You were too gullible to let it pass by."

"I may be gullible, but I will not be made into a fool."

"You already do that to yourself anyway."

"I would choose your next words very carefully, Son of Spite."

"And if I don't?"

Both twins stopped laughing and grinned as they looked between the two vikings, holding their breaths as they waited to see what would happen next.

"Our hotheaded friend seems to have sealed his fate." Tuffnut whispered to his sister. "Mayhaps we assist Eret today?"

"Mayhaps we shall, brother." Ruffnut answered, grinning deviously. "It has been a good long while since someone has shown him his place."

"Excluding us?"

"Of course."

"Hookfang!" Tuffnut yelled, shocking the other two vikings. "Would you come assist us with house repairs?"

The Monstrous Nightmare seemed to grin deviously as well. He huffed and nodded before tossing Snotlout off his head.

The cocky viking screamed as he fell. He hit the ground and immediately stood back up, fury written all over his face.

"Hookfang!" He yelled, throwing his hands up. "What was that?"

"Your dragon has volunteered to assist us while you pay for your crimes, Snotlout." Ruffnut announced dramatically.

"You will be sorely missed!" Tuffnut added as they flew away.

Hookfang only looked back, his large mouth pulled back into a smirk. Soon enough, the four (five?) traitors had disappeared from view.

Snotlout opened his mouth, most likely to shout some obscenities, and a yelp shot out as a heavy force knocked him over. He fell on his face, but was quick to sweep around and grapple with Eret.

"You tricked me!" Eret growled, kneeing his opponent in the gut.

"You shouldn't make it so easy!" Snotlout gasped, grabbing the larger viking's shirt and throwing him to the ground. Eret was quick to grab Snotlout's ankle and drag him down as well.

The two rolled around the arena, cursing and attempting to overpower each other. Any vikings that flew by only watched for a moment before chuckling and going back to work.

It wasn't long until Hiccup was notified of the fight and he obviously sent the most feared Viking to take care of it.

"Hey, Meatheads!" Astrid shouted from above them. "Why in Odin's name are you fighting like children?"

"He's just salty cause I'm smarter than him!" Snotlout hissed, twisting Eret's arm.

Astrid raised her eyebrow.

"He tricked me into riding a broom around in circles!" Eret yelled, finally trapping Snotlout in a headlock. "Made me look like a fool!"

"Oh." Astrid fought down a smile. "I see…"

The two continued their scuffle for a few moments until Astrid spoke again.

"Well, we need everyone in top shape for repairs, so stop fighting!"

"Yeah, Eret." Snotlout chuckled, kicking his opponent away. "Stop attacking me!"

Eret growled. "Then how am I supposed to take my revenge?" He asked, looking up at Astrid.

"Snotlout's ticklish. Use that."

Snotlout froze. She did not just…

"Oh, really." Eret turned towards him, a terrifying smirk replacing what was once an angry scowl. "Thank you, Astrid. I will use that."

"Cool. Just try not to murder him!" Astrid called out as she flew away with a massive grin on her face.

"How dare you, you-"

Eret tackled Snotlout to the ground, cutting off his insult. As soon as they hit the ground, Eret dug his fingers into Snotlout's sides.

The man instantly shrieked and flailed about in his opponent's grasp. Loud, gruff laughter soon filled the arena as Eret wriggled his fingers up towards his armpits.

"So Astrid was telling the truth." Eret chuckled, hooking his leg under Snotlout's so he wouldn't get kicked. "You are very ticklish."

"GEHET OHOHOFF MEHEHE!" Snotlout snorted, curling away as his ribs were squeezed.

"Absolutely not!" Eret gasped, using one hand to scratch his hip. "You made me out as a fool! And I, Eret son of Eret, the best dragon rider trapper alive, will not have it!"

And with that, he shoved both hands under Snotlout's arms and relished in the high-pitched scream that answered his attack.

Snotlout fell into an inescapable pit of desperate laughter. He tried to get away from the madding feeling, but it was useless. All he could do was thrash as Eret switched targets at the speed of a Speed Stinger.

"Does this tickle? How about this? And this?" Eret asked as he clawed at his stomach, then hips, then back.

Snotlout started to wheeze and fell completely limp when the attack was targeted under his arms again. Eret got the message and stopped. He continued to pin Snotlout against him as the dragon rider calmed down.

Soon enough, Snotlout recovered enough to say:

"I'm not tutoring you anymore."

Eret cackled at that announcement. "Whahat makes you thihink I'd want to be tuhutored by you after today?"

Snotlout huffed and struggled to his feet. He scowled down at the giggling man and his face softened slightly.

"Yeah, well, Astrid would be the next to teach you, and she is not easygoing." Snotlout countered, a cocky grin returning to his face.

Eret pursed his lips. "You do have a good point there, Son of Spite." He stood up as well and held out his hand. "I will allow you to continue to tutor me, as long as you take it seriously."

Snotlout scoffed. "I'm pretty sure I was the one who rejected you first."

Eret's eyes hardened and he took a step forward. "Must I use tickling to get you to agree?"

Snotlout's face turned red and he quickly shook Eret's hand. "No need! I will take it very seriously from now on."

"Great! What now, sir?" Eret asked, crossing his arms.

Snotlout sighed. "Unfortunately, young pupil, we must postpone my magnificent lessons, for my dragon has decided to fly away."

Eret nodded seriously. "That is quite unfortunate indeed."

They both stayed solemn faced for about ten seconds. Then they burst into giggles, like the dorks they were.

"Alright, Snotlout." Eret started walking towards the exit of the arena. "Let us go locate your missing dragon."

Snotlout grinned and followed the taller man out. Eret may be way more gullible than the others, he conceded, but he'd fit right in with the dragon riders.

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I hope everyone enjoyed! Sorry for the shorter tickle scene...

Next up: a super secret fic...

I hope you have a fabulous day/night and don't prank the great Eret son of Eret!

#ko writes httyd tickles #httyd tickles #ticklish!snotlout #sfw tickle community #requested fic #ko writes tickles #ko's fics #lee!snotlout #ler!eret

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new-44556678 · 11 months

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Sprawling Mansion Tickles

So this is a Narrative that I made in school about a Haunted House, the whole class worked on this kind of narrative for the full month of October. And I actually ended typing this on Google docs and also submitting it to my English Teacher. But this one of Tumblr will be just slightly different, instead of it just being entirely scary there will be a bit more of a happy ending, but anyway carrying on.

Characters: 6 yr old Jack, The Tickle Ghost Girl.

The Night was cold, the wind whispered in Jacks ears. As he walked inside the abandoned mansion he saw that the inside was darker then he expected, rather old and dirty. Jack began walking around and saw a torn up, nasty sofa nearby, he didn't feel like standing the whole time so he decided to sit on it. Jack was only years old, so he snuck out of the house at 3:00 AM so his parents wouldn't notice. And despite being young he never believed in paranormal activity or ghost stories, he just saw it all as silly but clever stories to tell before bed. However not all stories are entirely fake. Then suddenly Jack hears a noise, a sound of some kind, like footsteps heading his way. Jack jolted up from the sofa and looked desperately for a place to hide, he then saw a large chest nearby what he hid himself in. "Who or what is that?" Jack whispered to himself thinking until "Hello, who's there? Who's in my house?" The voice of a little said. It was The Tickle Ghost Girl! The legends were true! Jack began to get scared by the second as The Girl began looking around the area, searching for who could've made the small sound. Eventually she saw Jack peeking out of the large chest nearby.

"Aha! There you are!" The Girl said as she began to walk up to the chest, making Jacks blood run cold. "What brings you here new friend?" The Girl asked the boy, a smirk forming on her face. "Hi, I'm just walking around here, sorry I'll leave." Jack replied to The Girl nervously, trying his best to lie. However he wasn't that convincing. "First of all that lie was terrible, second of all why?" The Girl said, just wondering why he would leave. "I need to get back to my parents, that's all." Jack said, as he was walking out he heard The Girl yell "NO! You are NOT leaving, ever!" Jacks hearting began to pound out of his chest as she said all that. "No please, I have to get back to my parents!" Jack said, his voice trembling. "No, you are staying here!" And as soon as The Girl said that giant, slimy, black tentacles began to come from the walls. Grabbing Jack in the process, the tentacles began to tighten on Jacks body, making sure he was completely caught to the wall. "What are these!? I can't move! Let me go!" Jack snapped at The Girl, trying to be intimidating. Jack was young, 6 years old, and also quite small and short. So his attempt at trying to be intimidating only made The Girl smile at him. "Ok boy, you wanna play mean huh? Ok!" The Girl said as she began walking up to the poor, young defenseless boy. "No! Stay back!" Jack said, his heart skipped a beat.

When The Girl got close enough to the boy she began to lightly trace her finger on his stomach. All Jack could do was bite his lower lip. Trying his best to stop the laughter from coming out. "I know you can feel this, and I know your ticklish! I can see it all in your face! So, why are you fighting back? It's pointless you know." The Girl teased the boy earning a bright red blush from him, all the boy could mutter were the two words. "I'm sorry!" The Girl was looking directly at the boy now, was completely red in the face, she didn't know if it was from fear or embarrassment. So The Girl asked. "Are you scared?" The boy replied with a common sign of no from his head. "So your embarrassed?" The Girl asked the boy, once receiving no as an answer. "Do I have to dig deeper until you decide to tell me?" The Girl asked the boy, Jack eventually began to get scared of this situation as his shirt was pulled up and The Girl immediately dug her finger into Jack's bellybutton. "Hahahahahahahaha hahahahahah!" Jack laughed with shock because he was not expecting it all to happen so quickly. Jack was ticklish! Very ticklish on every part of his body! So he was really not expecting the sudden the tickle attack out of nowhere!

The Tickle Ghost Girl realized that this was not exactly doing it for her, so she dragged one of her other hands to go squeeze at his side. Making the boy squeak with both shock and confusion due to the other spot being tickled out of the blue. "Hahahahahahahaha*squeaks*hahahahahahahaha!" Jack laughed harder and squeaked just as much. The Girl began to see the new reaction as something positive and also rare, not much people who enter the house squeak. Or laugh nearly as adorably as Jack was. "Aw look at you boy, so cute!" The Girl teased Jack once again, making his cheeks turn into a crimson red! "Shuhuhuhut uhuhup! FUCK you!" The boy Jack cursed at The Girl. "Oh you think that's funny!? Oh I'll show you something funny!" The Girl said as she began to dish out the most brutal ticklish part on him, his feet! As The Girl grabbed a hold of his legs she decided to let the tentacles tickle Jack as well just to make it ten times worse. "Hahahahahahahaha! Wait! Nohohohohohoho! Nooooo! Not the f- Hahahahahahahaha HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*squeals and squeaks*HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHA!"

Jack shrieked as his laughter went up a few octaves, he was really not expecting this attack on his most sensitive part ever. He was really wanting mercy but he didn't feel like giving in without a fight so he just said yelled through his laughter and squeals and squeaks. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" Obviously he was just playing with The Girl, because, well, "Oh you know what I want!" The Girl said as she began to up the pace on her fingers tickling his feet. That was when Jack realized the more dumb he played the more the tickles got worse. So he just had to confess or else he would eventually die in this very mansion. "OK OK I'LL HAHAHAHAHA I WILL TELL YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jack yelled through laughter and snickers, and as soon as he said that all the tickles stopped. "Ok... I... I was... I... I was embarrassed and scared... At the same time." "Really?" The two began talking for awhile but The Girl then saw the sun come up and decided it was time for him to go. "Go." The Girl said. "What?" Jack replied. "Your letting me go? Really?" Jack was trying his best to wrap his head around this. He was really, really confused. "Yes, your are, a good boy. I can tell because you told the truth. Everyone else who dared to step foot in my house would never tell the truth and just suffer the consequences. But you are different..." The Girl explained. "Ok, well thank you!" Jack said with a smile on his face as he began waving good bye. But then The Girl told the truth "Wait!" She said as she caught up to the boy and gave him a light a affectionate kiss on the forehead. "I love you, really." The Girl said. Jack was super confused now. "What, why?" The Girl loves him, how? Why? "I don't know, I just felt some sort of connection with you!" The Girl explained to the boy once again. "This time tears of both happiness and sadness began rolling down Jacks face as he walked away.

And The Tickle Ghost Girls tears were the same way "Are those tears of happiness or sadness?" The Girl asked Jack "Both!" Jack replied "What about yours, are they tears of happiness or tears of sadness?" Jack asked The Girl this time. "Both!" The Ghost Girl replied, and that's when Jack ran out the building crying, but he then looked back. Maybe another time at 3:00 AM he could come back and say hi to his new friend once again.

#tickle content #Jack #The Tickle Ghost Girl #Tickles #Ticklish

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luna-alatus · 2 years

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Character/s: Levi Ackerman

Prompt: "Haha.. yeah that's my childhood best friend-.."

Headcanon: Modern AU + School AU + pandemic covid... yay.. + location: the Philippines~ || Female Y/n

Small note: Got this idea from school~ speakin of which hope you folks doing alright! ^^

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(Y/n) was just mindlessly gazing out the window, being in the back of the class and all- not that it was a problem much seeing as she was lucky enough to still be next to the window since she had quite the habit of looking out of it.

Totally not because she felt like a main character pft-.. totally not... ok fine maybe just a bit- but come on! Let a girl dream.

It was the first day of school again- Monday, yeah everyone loves Monday alright aha.. hah.. yay..

Anyways, it was going to be a tiring day once again for her and her classmates. And from the looks of it, it seemed everyone was still tired like very tired. Seeing the fact as they did have quite the busy few weeks.

It was face to face again, and yes.. the pandemic was still there which sucked but honestly- (Y/n) definitely prefers online class cause come on man. There was no need to wake up super early or have the need to actually be up on time so that the bus won't leave you and yada-yada.

The only good part about f2f is probably cause she sees her friends.. either way it still sucks and she's still tired as heck.

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After the usual morning routine her class usually does, every morning, hence the name. Before they could start getting ready or for others sit back down to listen to the reminders their advisor had to tell them.

The door to the class suddenly opened, revealing a male, one with black-hair, which seemed to be in an undercut style.. with bangs in front..? Steal-grey, bluish eyes and their usual uniform for males.

Which consists of the simple, white button up, blue plants and ID oh yeah wait plus mask cause again. Pandemic haha.

Everyone's attention seemed to have moved onto the newly arrived male, and as he walked in it seemed there were only a few who didn't care for whoever entered and just minded their business. (Y/n) being one of the few of course. As their advisor, Miss Alex, went over to the new male, everyone watched curious as they started to introduce the new kid.

"Everyone, this is your new classmate. Yes, they may have gotten here a little late but that doesn't mean you guys should be mean to him alright? Now, mister Ackerman go on ahead and introduce yourself please."

A sigh came from the male, but with a reluctant nod. They started to introduce themselves, first with a bow though before they start talking.

"Good morning classmates, good morning Miss Alex. My name is Levi Elijah Ackerman. 15 years old. I am from Tokyo, Japan and moved here to the Philippines when I was 7 to study here. As well as because my Mother decided to live here, because most of her relatives migrated here from Japan."

A surprisingly deep voice had started to talk, and well.. for a guy who's 15 and is in grade what.. 9. That was pretty deep, but it was strange since our dear (Y/n) seems to recognize that voice.. and well it was only when they finally decided to look at who was talking.

Did they catch the male's eyes and figured out who this new kid is.

"It's nice to meet you all."

Hah.. Levi freaking Ackerman, her best friend since she was 6 was here... no wonder her mom seemed so excited before she left for school. Levi was- or well apparently seemed to have moved from his old school to hers.

Greetings from her other classmates was heard, to answer to Levi's and well.. all (Y/n) could focus on now was the eyes of her male childhood best friend.

"Well, it's very nice to meet you Levi. But before I assign you to your seat, I must ask since you said you've been here in the Philippines since you were 7 correct? Just a curious question, do you perhaps know anybody here so I can assign them to help you around?"

And this guy decided to point at (Y/n).. throwing her off the bus immediately.

"I know her miss, have known her since I was 7 actually so.. can I get her to be my guide?"

This guy...

"Of course! Do you mind miss (L/n)?"

Smiling despite it not being seen through the mask she just nodded.

"Yeah.. I don't mind, I'll just show you around later L..."

She could see and feel them smirking.. this little-

"Alright then, show me around later (N/n)"

And here comes the questions.. of course.... great

"YOU KNOW HIM (Y/N)?!?!?!?!?!?!"

"Haha.. yeah that's my childhood best friend-.."

"WHAT?!?!"

Levi Ackerman, (Y/n) loves this guy -platonically of course.. pft... yeah..- but they were dead meat later.

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Note: Ima rewrite this when I can- but for now enjoy this somewhat crack hc fic of Levi being your childhood bff and letting your entire class know~

Again a bit self-indulgent for me but hope you lil birds still enjoy~

#AOT #Attack On Titan #Levi x Yn #female reader #female Yn #Levi ackerman x female reader #School/Modern au #Pandemic #Covid

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damistrolls · 2 years

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Odd numbers for Fatome!

1. Biggest pet peeves? How much do they annoy you? Are they bad enough to be a deal breaker if someone you were interested did them?

"I really don't have many pet peeves. A few sweeps ago, I would have had a different answer, though. I had been very adamant that my religious order was above criticism, and even perfectly reasonable arguments would get me incredibly upset. But it luckily hadn't ever been a dealbreaker. Probably because deep down, I knew I was wrong." 3. What are your turn on’s turn off’s?

"I'm not sure I'd like to answer something so private. Not to mention, I wouldn't have a good answer to it right now... My mind has not been in the right place for things of that manner." 5. What if your least favorite and favorite parts of your body? Any feature you pride yourself on? Then least favorite would you change it if you could?

"My least favorite part of my body at the present moment is my tail. I would get rid of it in a heartbeat, but considering I almost bled out just removing my fins, I believe it's unwise for me to try.

My favorite part, though... I'm unsure. My hair, perhaps? Even though I know it would be easier to take care of it if it were shorter, I really don't have the heart to cut it."

7. What is your least favorite food and why?

"I can only really have things that are easy on the stomach. I've always been quite sensitive with my food. With that in mind, anything spicy would likely be my least favorite." 9. What are any tics you might have? Any nervous habits?

"I tend to tap my fingers on things whenever I'm not doing something with my hands. That, or I will bounce my leg. I used to be far better at staying still, but nowadays, some part of me is always moving anxiously." 11. What is your earliest memory? Is it a happy or a sad one.

"My earliest memory... would have to be getting a cello for my wriggling day. It's a happy memory. But.. Ah... I haven't played in ages..." 13. If you could have any super power what would it be?

"If I could have any super power... I suppose it would have to be time travel. I'd like to go back in time and stop myself from making the biggest mistake anyone's ever made." 15. What would you do with the ability to see ghosts? Would they scare you or would you be interested in them?

"I already see ghosts. Not real ones, but... I constantly am haunted by the faces of the trolls that died because of me. Seeing true ghosts would hardly be a change for me." 17. How good a liar are you? How often do you lie to others.

"I'm a terrible liar, frankly. I really don't lie if I can avoid it." 19. How far would you go to be perfect? Are you ok with flaws?

"I don't know what perfect would mean, truth be told. Perfect means something different to everyone, so I wouldn't know how to answer this. Still, I'd like to be a person that hurts others less... To me, that would be perfect." 21. How much do you sleep? What is your typical night time routine?

"I don't sleep much these days. I find myself somewhat restless, yet I don't have the energy to find something more productive to do. I often just toss and turn until exhaustion takes me." 23. How good are you with choices? Is it easy to make decisions or do you struggle with them?

"I used to be great with making decisions. I was so certain of myself, aha... Funny, isn't it?

... No. I suppose it's not very funny. Anyways, I find decisions much harder nowadays. I often decide to not decide." 25. What is the worst thing you’ve done to someone? Do you regret it?

"... Do I even need to say? I fed hundreds of trolls to an uncaring god, because I was lied to. I regret it more than I can even say.

I... really should have known better... It's so obvious in retrospect that I was being used. I was so convinced that I was doing good, too..."

27. How good are you with computers? How much do you use them in every day life?

"Ah... computers are not my forté. I don't use them much at all." 29. If you knew you had less then a sweep left to live how would you use it?

"I don't know, really. I don't think I'd do anything special." 31. Which would you prefer you dying before your loved ones, or them dying before you?

"I feel as though it's kinder for me to bear the burden of being the last to die. That way, I need not hurt them by my early departure." 33. What are your stances on the spectrum?

"It's a vehicle for cruelty. If I could do away with it completely, I would, even at the cost of everything near and dear to me." 35. If you were empress for a day what would you do?

"I would do everything in my power to make Alternia a kinder, more safe place. It's the least I could do to make up for everything I had done previously..." 37. What do you fear loosing most? A possession, your senses, loved one, ect?

"I suppose I fear losing my kindness the most. It's really the only part of me that has any value." 39. What is your biggest dream in life and how far would you go to obtain it.

"I want to make up for what I did, in some way. I don't know how to do that, but I know that I'd go very far in order to fix things. I'd give up everything if it meant I could bring some relief to the people who I hurt." 41. Are there any people in your life you miss? What would you do if you could see them again?

"... Yes. Certainly. I miss my lusus, for one. He was the first casualty. I also miss Keirie, but I believe he is better off without me in his life. If I could see either of them again, I suppose I would just... apologize for everything I did to them. I don't know what else I could do, past that." 43. Do you consider yourself a material troll? If giving up every thing you owned meant eternal happiness would you do it?

"It's funny you ask that. When I was young, I was very material. That changed following the creation of the Children of the ETERNAL. It isn't just that I would give up everything for eternal happiness, I did give up everything, specifically to chase this particular dream.

Eternal happiness was the whole point of my religious orde-- my... cult. But no one ever achieved it."

#no sprites because i..... dont have sprites for him LMAO #fatome #ask meme #anyways this is so fucking long sorry lmao

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