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floralcyanide · 1 year

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𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 • 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫

Part Four (NSFW)

Roman Bridger x AFAB!Reader

The day Roman first laid eyes on you, he knew he had to have you. There was something about you that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, and usually, he was good at reading people off the bat. But you were a different story. Naturally, you only opened up when necessary, not letting people in if you didn’t have a reason to. So you were guarded, and Roman didn’t like that. He wanted to worm his way into your life, no matter what it took.

If that took delving into his twisted past again in order to get to you, so be it.

AFAB - (assigned female at birth) someone who is born female but can identify with she/her or other pronouns. reader pronouns are gender neutral, so people who use any pronouns can read, but female anatomy will be used and described in this fanfiction eventually.

warnings: discussion of sex, innuendo, smut in the next chapter!

word count: 1860

author's note: hiii welcome to part 4!! I was gonna write smut for this chapter but I didn't want it to be too long, so it'll have to be the next one, sorry!! (; I hope you all enjoy, and if you do, please like and reblog <3

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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

“You have to wear something hot. Like one of your button-ups or maybe something form-fitting? Roman loves someone with confidence.”

“I’m not the most confident person, but he still asked me on a date. Also, how do you know what’s in my closet?”

“I sort of snooped in there while you were showering the other day. Sorry. I got bored, okay!”

You roll your eyes at Sage, trying to hide your laugh but failing.

She is currently assisting you on what to wear to your coffee date with Roman. After filming wrapped for the day, something came up, so he had to go somewhere instead of meeting you in the parking lot. You were thankful for this, so you could go home and actually prepare to look decent. You almost always showed up to set in sweats.

Having a friend who is a girl is a handful sometimes, but in a fashion situation, it has its perks. Sage definitely had a taste for fashion, whether it was for men, women, or something else. You ponder wearing one of your patterned button-ups. Hopefully, it won’t clash with whatever button-up Roman was likely going to wear because you’ve noticed that was most of his wardrobe.

Sage eyeballs your closet, sifting through it before snatching a red button-up with black and white designs on it, “Ooh, what about this one?”

You purse your lips, indecisively moving your head to the side, “I could always wear that with some jeans.”

“Good idea. In case of accidentally matching shirts with Roman, at least you won’t have to worry about matching his pants, too,” Sage giggles.

“True,” you scoff, checking your watch for the time.

You had about 15 minutes until the time Roman set to meet at the coffee house, so you had to hurry and get ready quickly. You and Sage had been fooling around a tad too long.

“Okay, take this,” Sage says, handing over the shirt, “And then these.”

You stare down at the black cargo pants and nod in approval. Sage smiles and gives you two thumbs-ups before you hurry to the bathroom to change and make your hair presentable.

After pulling the outfit on, you study yourself in the mirror. You’ve been wondering all day long why Roman would want to ask you out all day. Well, technically, it was for work, but still. You could’ve hung out at the studio or his office instead. But he chose to take you for coffee. What did he see in you that you didn’t see about yourself? Especially with the whole making you a primary cast member spiel. You didn’t talk to anyone you didn’t have to and often stayed out of the limelight. Also, being an extra was your forte. You liked being dramatic but not up front where everyone could see. However, being a big-time actor has crossed your mind before. This could be your chance to do something crazy and interesting in your life for once. Who knows.

You mess around with your hair and face for a few minutes until everything looks as perfect as possible to you. Walking out of the bathroom, Sage nods her head in approval.

“You look fabulous. Now go eat that man alive!”

You beat Roman to the coffee house.

You’re sitting in the back corner facing the direction of the door, nervously glancing up at it occasionally. You wish you had brought a book or something. But you hadn’t expected Roman to be nearly 20 minutes late by this point. You distract yourself by looking at the menu again, momentarily taking your eyes off the door.

“I’m so sorry I’m late. The higher-ups are long-winded when it comes to discussing certain things for the movie,” Roman sits in front of you with an apologetic sigh.

“You’re fine, I understand!” you smile, setting the menu down.

“So,” Roman returns your smile, “Decided on what you want yet?”

“I think just a regular coffee will do,” you nod.

“Same here. Hopefully, after the coffee, I’ll feel more up for discussing the script with you. I’m kind of beat right now,” Roman rubs his chin, staring at you.

“It’s whatever you’re okay with. I don’t mind just talking for now,” you say, much to Roman’s delight.

He asks you about your life, like where you’re originally from and why you’re here in Hollywood. After telling him where you’re from and him not having a clue as to where that was, you go on to why you’re in California.

“I’ve always been a fan of theater and how the whole process behind shows and movies works. I went to college for it, even. I learned I’m not the best at being in the spotlight, so I tried the next best thing, which was being a set extra,” you say.

Before Roman can answer, a waitress comes and takes your orders. Her eyes linger on Roman for a tad too long, you notice. You feel kind of awkward about it. You weren’t jealous, but sometimes you forget Roman has women and sometimes men flinging themselves at him. It’s just something you didn’t personally understand, as no one has ever made an effort to express interest in you.

“Someone thought you were cute,” you chuckle once the waitress is out of earshot.

“Not my type,” Roman dismisses quickly with a wave of his hand.

“Oh really?” you play with a button by the collar of your shirt, “What is your type then, if you don’t mind me asking? She was pretty.”

“I like people who are confident in themselves, but to a degree where they aren’t snobby about it. Someone who is intelligent and knows what they want in numerous ways.”

“Knows what they want, huh? Elaborate on that,” you say, quieting your voice when the waitress returns with your coffee.

You and Roman thank the waitress, and you look at each other before bursting into a fit of giggles once she’s far away.

“Well,” Roman clears his throat, picking up his cup, “About anything, really. Their career, their goals, what they desire in a relationship, sex, whatever.”

You raise your eyebrows in slight surprise, “All good points. Ever meet anyone with all of those qualities?”

“I was with someone for a few years, but they were confident in everything except the last one. Which became a problem towards the end,” Roman sips his coffee.

“Oh,” you purse your lips, “That’s unfortunate.”

“Yeah. Which is funny because they ended up cheating on me.”

“Damn,” you say around the cup of coffee, “Sorry about that. I relate somewhat.”

“The cheating part or the confidence in sex?” Roman smirks.

“Definitely not the sex part,” you feel your face burn in slight embarrassment, “But I have been cheated on before. It’s no fun.”

“Why would anyone cheat on someone like you? You’re,” Roman pauses, letting his eyes wander up every inch of your body that was available, “Perfect.”

“Far from it, but I appreciate that,” you chuckle, scratching the back of your neck.

“No, really. You’re a great person, and I’d love to get to know you better. Who knows, maybe I’ll find out just how confident you are sometime,” Roman gives you a suggestive smile before taking a drink.

“Oh really?” your face burns again, “And how do you plan on doing that, Roman?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I need to know more about you first,” he shrugs, sitting back in his chair, crossing his arms.

“Like what?” you lean forward, resting your head on your fists with your elbows on the table.

“Hmm,” Roman pretends to think hard before leaning forward on the table, resting on his arms, “Biggest turn-on?”

A part of you is wondering how the conversation came to this and whether or not it’s appropriate. Still, at the same time, your crush on Roman is making your brain fuzzy. Even more so with the question he just asked. You almost hesitate to answer, but after all, why not?

“Probably dirty talk. If you’re confident enough to tell me everything you want to do to me, then I believe you’ll do it, and that’s attractive to me,” you say, eyes darting around as casually as possible because you can’t really look Roman in the eyes right now.

“Understandable. I enjoy describing every step to whoever I’m pleasing and watching them get flustered,” Roman says.

“Ah,” your eyes avert to his finally, “Is that your biggest turn-on, too?”

“No. Mine is when someone lets me do whatever I want to them,” Roman relaxes into the chair again, sipping his coffee.

“Oh,” you raise your eyebrows, “And what things would that include?”

Your stomach is bursting with butterflies, your mind racing and wandering to a very suggestive place you haven’t visited in quite some time.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Y/N,” Roman smirks, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

“Yes,” you say confidently, “I would, actually. I’m curious.”

“Curious or needy? I feel like your imagination would do cartwheels with what I tell you.”

You gulp, involuntarily pressing your legs together, “Well, we’ve come this far into the conversation. You asked me, so now I get to ask you.”

“Whatever you say,” Roman chuckles, “I like teasing my partners relentlessly,” he lowers his voice, leaning closer to you, “Until they can’t take it anymore. Then, I start slow and build up gradually. I’ll go until they’re a withering, wet mess. Even after they cum, I’ll continue until I’m satisfied.”

You slowly inhale, trying to keep your best poker face on, “Interesting. You seem like the type to want to be in control.”

You and Roman are now inches apart, eyes locked, and tension thicker than before.

“Would you like to find out, sweetheart?” Roman moves his hand up slowly, running his index finger from your collarbone to underneath your chin, where he lifts it up.

Your eyes widen slightly, “Um, wouldn’t we get in trouble?”

“No, besides, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” you say quietly.

“It’s gotta be an explicit ‘yes’ or ‘no.’”

You take a deep breath before letting it out slowly, “Yes.”

Your brain is foggy with lust as Roman stands up from the table, slapping down cash on it before offering his hand out to you. You take his hand, standing up and trying not to let your legs wobble. Roman says his condo is about 5 minutes away, walking you to his flashy car. God, you can’t believe you’re doing this right now. Sage was going to ask a million questions. You climb into the car, buckling up as Roman does the same while he starts the car. He rests a hand on your thigh as he drives, causing warmth to spread to your stomach. You can’t help but get lost in your thoughts, imagining what Roman would do to you. You spend the whole car ride in silence.

By the time you arrive at Roman’s, you can feel how wet you’ve become just from your imagination doing “cartwheels,” as Roman put it.

But here, in the next few minutes, you won’t have to imagine anymore.

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buriedhome · 3 months

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lee si-young. 41. cis woman. she/her. ┊┊ cerberus corp has been watching KANG ARA. some of the public has dubbed them NOWHERE because of UNBREAKABLE SKIN gifted by BEING SHOT ON DUTY. having been an extra ordinary since 2017, they’re doing a good job at hiding GENERAL LACK OF SENSATION, LACK OF EMPATHY when they aren’t working their day job as a GUN FOR HIRE, they are fond of GARDENING and are never seen without PICTURE OF HER DAUGHTER, KEPT IN HER WALLET. at first glance they seem FOCUSED & STEADFAST, though their close friends know them to also be TACITURN & FRIGID. they consider themself a ANTI-HERO. ┊┊ beanie. she/they. 25. gmt+1.

001. GENERAL

name kang ara nicknames nowhere age 41 date of birth 09 / 07 / 1982 zodiac virgo place of birth el paso, texas current residence hell's kitchen, nyc gender cis woman pronouns she / her sexuality bisexual occupation gun for hire

faceclaim lee si-young height 5'6 tattoos tbd piercings earlobes distinguishing features scarring in many places, but the main & most noticeable area of damage is her back. three rounded marks, three bullets. the last one grazed her scalp, left another scar, but it isn't visible through all of her hair. mole in her right eye. positive traits decisive, intuitive, logical, modest, organized, practical, principled negative traits apathetic, cynical, dogmatic, irritable, mechanical, strong-willed, paranoid labels / tropes affably evil, ambiguously trained, beserk button, code of honour, deadpan snarker, do wrong right, beware the quiet ones. likes gardening, plants, quiet, gambling, transparency, guns, violence with a purpose dislikes weakness, indecisiveness, vagueness, talking, going to the movies, engaging in activities that she'd deem 'pointless' fears corruption, loss hobbies gardening, weight lifting, boxing, gambling habits pacing, jaw clenching, squinting

002. EXTRA ORDINARY

near death experience… ex-detective, she'd been in the force for approx. 15 by the time the event took place. everybody in that building, everyone on the streets had heard rumors about the corruption running rampant within her precinct. she saw it first-hand five years into the job, a group of her colleagues in the local bar, talking about taking bribes and destroying evidence like it was nothing but an easy way to earn money. two out of the three got caught without any involvement on ara's part, but the third one slipped by the radar somehow.

derek martin, assigned to be her partner one year after his coconspirators where caught. vengeful and justice seeking as she was, ara took the opportunity to collect evidence, record his voice detailing his previous crimes and offering to cut her in. she was meticulous, careful, but a mistake was made and he discovered her plans.

the shooting happened three weeks later. four bullets discharged by her partner into her back.

power… unbreakable skin -- no bullet, knife or weapon of any kind can penetrate or pierce ara's flesh. likewise, the heat of fire can be felt but leaves no burn behind. she's still, however, susceptible to fall damage, anything that can be inhaled or swallowed, etc. she can still break bones, and they heal in the same speed as any non-powered person.

drawbacks / vulnerabilities… when the power first came, it felt like a layer of rigid plastic beneath her skin and it was felt to such a degree that her mobility was affected. likewise, she struggled to move her mouth, to blink. that eventually passed, the worst of it anyway, but she still lacks sensation. any light touch cannot be felt.

the second thing is that, for whatever reason, her empathy was affected. she was never a soft-hearted person, but even less so now, leading to a general disinterest in the concerns of other people -- even her own daughter.

cerberus corp… n/a

codename… the name was chosen, by ara, when she took on her first gun for hire / mercenary job. obviously, she couldn't introduce herself by her real name, and she didn't care enough to think of something particularly unique or directly related to her power. nowhere works, and it fits, given that she tends to float beneath the radar, so to speak.

#cc.intro #wow this took a while... sorry #shooting tw

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shewhopats · 11 months

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Omnics and Gender

I've always imagined that after "The Awakening," lots of bigots insisted on calling omnics "it." I mean, of course they aren't biologically any gender.

So here are some headcannons on how I think some of my favorite omnics came to realize what they identify as.

Zenyatta and Ramattra: I think it's called "gender apathetic"? They don't care what pronouns someone uses for them. He, she, they. As long as it's not used as an insult or in a negative way. Humans tend to assume he/him pronouns for both of them, and they just kinda except that.

B.O.B: my hc is that he was some sort or construction or heavy labor worker. Hence why he's so freaking huge. After gaining sentience, he got a job as a butler. Maybe used his paychecks to get that mustache and abs that really sells him as male. Even though he has a gentle side (often only shown to Ashe), he still loves to fight, shoot, punch, run, and all that stuff. Also, in the Reunion short, Ashe says she's gonna rebuild Bob. I think this confirms that he doesn't mind being modified in such ways.

Orisa and Bastion: I couldn't find a human equivalent for this. Basically when Bastion woke up in that forest, and Orisa was brought to life, the first pronouns they heard assigned to them is what they adopted as their gender. Of course Efi built a GIRL robot. Girls rule, boys drool, after all. And I like to think that Torbjorn's wife, Ingrid, gave Bastion the idea of being male, insisting Torbjorn stop calling him "it."

Echo: pretty simple. In the simplest if terms, She's a copy of a woman that really existed. Therefore, she must also be a woman.

Lynx Seventeen: canon gender neutral. After Awakening, they kept thinking they HAD to pick male or female. But neither felt right. So after much time being indecisive and bouncing between pronouns, they probably saw a ted talk or a seminar talking about it and discovered their prounouns.

Maximillen: chose to present as male for no other reason then he noticed that in the line of work he wanted to do (illegal shit), women weren't always respected. He didn't want to have to deal with the injustice of being an omnic AND a woman. If he ever faces justice, he 100% will be putting on a wig to try to get sent to a female prison.

Luna: always had very feminine tastes. When she first started wearing dresses and designing her "hair," the only attention she got was from bigots telling her she's not a real woman or perverts with an omnic fetish. So she took up singing to express herself. Despite what a lot of people think, an omnic can't just install a new voice and suddenly know how to sing. It took just as much time, dedication, and passion to train her voice as a human would. Now she is the main act, artists and celebrities around the world come to see her, and she is the realest woman in every room.

#overwatch #my hcs #headcanon #zenyatta #lynx seventeen #lynx 17 #ashe overwatch #gender #ramattra #orisa #echo overwatch #maximillen #overwatch hcs #overwatch headcannon #bastion #fanfiction #fan theory #overwatch luna #overwatch fanfiction

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seraphinalcpz · 8 months

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𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 . 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 . 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘 . 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 . 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 .

meet ╲ SERAPHINA LOPEZ

BECKY G & SHE/HER/CIS FEMALE ⸻ i saw SERAPHINA LOPEZ coming through the trees. the TWENTY SIX year old was fleeing from MIAMI, FLORIDA when they came across novac, and have sought salvation within the motel of purgatory. SERAPHINA has been in town for FOUR YEARS and has been assigned as an/a STABLEHAND to keep society running smoothly. no matter what, they will find something to fight for.

— BASICS

NAME: Seraphina Lopez

AGE / D.O.B.: 26 / tbd

GENDER, PRONOUNS & SEXUALITY: cisfemale. she/her bisexual

HOMETOWN: Miami, Florida

JOB POSITION: stablehand

EDUCATION: currently attempting to get an associate’s degree in computer science

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single.

CHILDREN: NONE.

POSITIVE TRAITS: alert , bold , driven , compassionate , confident

NEGATIVE TRAITS: discreet , unforthcoming , blunt , irritable , resentful

❝ 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞— 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭. ❞

✦ — BASICS

FULL NAME: Seraphina Carmen Lopez

NICKNAME: Seraphina or Sapphire

BIRTHDAY: tbd

GENDER: female

HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 5′5″ and 115 lbs

ORIENTATION: bisexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

OCCUPATION: stablehand

❝ 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞—𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐩, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞. ❞

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 , 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 & 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬 : yes / yes / yes .

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 : the thrill of late night adventures , the smell of leather , drive in movies , high fashion trends, beauty products , and red velvet lipstick.

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 : liars , waiting in long lines , losing

𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬 : collecting old vinyls, writing , listening to music , and taking long walks to clear her mind

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 : n/a

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 : ambitious , careful , adventurous , honest , direct , open-minded , decisive , independent , spontaneous , passionate, loyal

𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 : impulsive , indecisive , ruthless , reckless

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 : mabel mora (only murders in the building), cher (clueless) , elle woods (legally blonde) , caroline forbes (the vampire diaries) , ginny (ginny & georgia) and jackie burkhart (that 70s show)

✦ BACKGROUND

♔ —— Society says that girls can’t be pretty, smart, and funny all at once. Seraphina completely missed that memo. and not exactly in a girl power kind of way, more of an i’m better than everybody else kind of way. So Seraphina had an ego. So what? it’s true: she is pretty. she is smart. she is funny. her confidence in her god-given gifts grated some people, of course. but she was a magnetic force, whether you liked her or not.

♔ —— Seraphina is a tough girl who knows what she wants and how to get it.

♔ —— Seraphina had a normal childhood. she was raised by his parents in Miami, Florida.

♔ —— Seraphina can be described as “a girl that always gets her way, referring to how she tends get what she wants easier than other people might. Jasmine does have a dark side like everyone does. Seraphina is a bit of wild child and a rebel.

♔ —— She can be an emotional rollercoaster when it comes to her state of mind depending on the situation.

♔ —— Seraphina can be a bit fragile when it comes opening up to anyone emotionally or otherwise.

♔ —— Seraphina is a hopeless romantic but when it comes to someone she finds attractive she gets tongue-tied and stutters in front of them.

♔ —— Seraphina is very much a mess of contradictions. she loves the feeling of being wanted, but at the same time worries that people are looking at her for the wrong reasons. She loves the person she’s becoming, but deep down, she can’t quite overcome the self-hatred that has been ingrained in her. She’s caught between who she really is and who she wants to be, and sometimes she gets a little lost in the midst of it. On the outside, however, Seraphina's is outspoken and opinionated. She won’t hesitate to tell you how she’s feeling, positive or negative. She’s fiercely protective of her friends, and extremely loyal. She’s passionate, fiery, and headstrong. those who really know her, however, might catch glimpses of her more vulnerable side. She treats those she holds dear like absolute gold and would go to the ends of the earth for them. On the flip side of that, though, she holds a grudge like no other, and finds it hard to forgive those who have wronged her.

♔ —— more to be added

✦ WANTED PLOTS

mutual crushes

friends with benefits

frenemies

her ride or die

always open to more

#lastintro #𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐙 ⧽❛ ʸᵒᵘ'ˡˡ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵘⁿˡᵉˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃˡᵏ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ˢʰᵒᵉˢ ❜ 「 about 」

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nixielinghui · 7 months

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Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human? Pointless, really.

Is that NIXIE LINGHUI? A SOPHOMORE originally from FUNAFUTI, TUVALU, they decided to come to Ogden College to study ENVIRONMENTAL ENGINEERING on a FINANCIAL SCHOLARSHIP. They’re THE OPHELIA on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

Do the stars gaze back? Now that's a question.

STATISTICS;

BASIC INFORMATION;

full name: nixie linghui. nickname(s): nix. age: twenty-one. date of birth: september 30th, 2001. zodiac: libra. hometown: funafuti, tuvalu. current location: ogden, new hampshire. ethnicity: caucasian & chinese. nationality: polynesian. gender: demigirl. pronouns: she/they. orientation: panromantic & pansexual. religion: wicca. occupation: student & employee at c.ling. language(s) spoken: english, chinese, hawaiian, māori, tuvaluan, semi-fluent vietnamese.

FAMILY;

father: david linghui. marine engineer. born january 18th, 1965. mother: carley linghui. marine biologist. born november 21st, 1968. sibling(s): n/a. children: n/a. pet(s): n/a.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE;

face claim: havana rose liu. hair color: honey brown. eye color: grey to green. height: 5'2''. weight: 110 lbs. tattoos: n/a. piercings: lobes on either side (multiple).

PERSONALITY;

character trope: the ophelia. additional tropes: the aquaphile, the barefoot loon, the barefoot sage, the beach bum, the dreamer, the effervescent, the halcyon, the manic pixie dream girl, the malingerer, the mysterious waif, the paracosmist, the peach, the traveler. character inspirations: argyle (stranger things), bea (mayday), delirium of the endless (the sandman), dolores madrigal (encanto), lottie matthews (yellowjackets), luna lovegood (harry potter), molly gunn (uptown girls), mr. magorium (mr. magorium's wonder emporium), sarah sanderson (hocus pocus), thomas jerome newton (the man who fell to earth), valerie (valerie and her week of wonders). positive traits: affectionate, extroverted, understanding. negative traits: carefree, indecisive, codependent. skills: forging relationships, mediation, amateur tea sommelier. smokes: no. drinks: yes. drugs: yes, natural substances only.

SCHOOLING;

attending; ogden college. major: enviormental engineering. minor: marine biology. sports: swimming & diving. extracurriculars: renewable energy and sustainability society, rock climbing team.

BACKGROUND;

TW: n/a. ● Nixie's parents met unexpectedly on a ship that her mother was traveling on and her father was working on. It was love at first sight and within four months they were married and Nixie's birth followed an additional seven months later. ● Due to her parents work, they never truly had a set home. Instead, she spent her childhood traveling on ships or boats and visiting exotic and beautiful locations, staying in everything from hostels to hotels and rented out rooms. ● Their education came mostly in the form of homeschooling and lessons taught both by their mother and the various women who helped raise and shape them throughout their childhood, most of their knowledge (and the things that piqued their interest) not coming from the things found in a textbook or classroom. ● It was throughout their travels that they became increasingly aware of the impact of global warming, particularly on the places that they loved to much, and in hopes to make a more impactful change going forward, they enrolled in Ogden. ● They definitely do care about their education and being able to help, but being as wild as they are, Nixie struggles with actually attending classes and staying on top of their assignments, something she too often has to be reminded about.

BIOGRAPHY;

TW: n/a. It had to have been fate that allowed their paths to cross, no coincidence that the ship she wasn’t have meant to have been on broke down while in his zone, that she’d wandered out of her room and into directly into him. It was love at first sight, two people destined for each other, a romance that others might try to simplify but the Linghui’s refuse to view it so plainly. It took a mere four months before they were tying the knot, a wedding some called shotgun soon after the fact, but the child growing inside of Carley was unbeknownst to them at the time, a welcome surprise when that beautiful baby arrived seven months later. To say that Nixie's upbringing was unorthodox would still be managing to down play it. She may have been born in Funafuti but it was never home, pulled to the seas before she was even a year old. In fact, home wasn't a word that they identified in the traditional sense — home was people, it was a feeling, no set place that ever been able to hold them. Nixie spent their time drifting; beaches and islands, boats and ships, oceans and villages that so few people got to experience. There was a plethora of time spent under the watchful eye of local women, incredible elders from varying backgrounds who’d lived and seen so much more than her, who shared their wisdom and stories and helped shape her. Of course, home schooling was mandatory, even with no singular home it was important she learn — and although they passed, it was no easy task, mind drifting and focus elsewhere, always feeling they could experience and learn more from the world around them than any book. While the past two decades have allowed them to experience beautiful and exotic places, they've also forced them to be witness to the suffering of the world — particularly of small islands, populations that have lived there for centuries and are often putting the least strain on the environment, remaining most affected by it. It’s why she’s journeyed to Ogden, the stillest she’s ever been and for the longest extent of time, leaving her skin itching for change. Nixie wants to learn and help the places and people that have come to be so important to her, but don’t be surprised if you find her arriving to class late or not at all, wandering the hiking trails while the skies are dark or laying on the water for so long people begin to worry she’s merely a body.

EXPAND ON HOW THEY EMBODY THEIR SKELETON TROPE;

For perhaps anyone who's appreciated an iteration of Hamlet, the visual is clear — long, disheveled hair and bare feet, clad in a dress and often pictured amidst flowers and water. It's not just the visual of her that takes people's mind to that place, however. They display the same childlike naivety, as if entirely unaware of the harsh realities of the word, a mind that it seems has taken a step away from the real world while at the same instant, holds gently onto secrets that no one else may ever may be privy to the knowledge of. At times it's unclear if Nixie is plagued by an invisible illness or merely not of this world, questions that her unwillingness to answer acts to make her all the more bewitching.

RELATIONSHIP TO GREER;

Their first encounter was unexpected and the ones that followed were even more so. Nixie was an almost impossible person to pin down, floating around with her parents like a piece of drift wood lost to the sea. It was thanks to the beautiful locations that their work took them that she was privy to many experiences most her age were not so lucky to enjoy. The couple may not have been able to afford the luxury of the vacation homes and resorts that the Morrison family could, but the ocean and it's mainland were things trickier to lay claim upon. The same beach at the same time, together and yet somehow worlds apart — though to an outside eye, it seemed the pair were either unaware or unaffected by that reality.

LINKS;

#ogdenintro

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m1shapanda · 10 months

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AAAAAA ITS FINE DW <33 hope ya got your sleep and enough rest though! ❤️

I see, U-ki sounds interesting! Do ya have a design for him?<3

Pls she is like: Ok they are strong. I want them.

Jaro (her right hand): wait nawh you can't force-

Despoina: I can and I will.

😭🫶

I first explain what the Guardians do and then Perseus <3

The Guardians are people guarding over the nation which was assigned to them. They often work with the ruler of said Nation very close together (but exceptions exist like always ofc). Normally they were also immortal - but due to some .... Changes theyre mortal now and the most of them are dead because the Dysphoria already killed many of them.

Also the Guardians have some sort of area they're the best in - for example there exist a Guardian of Fears (another oc of mine) whose powers are all related to fears, ykw I mean?

Also the Guardians work close together with the God's, because a God (another oc of mine) made this Guardiansystem decades ago. <3

And! The Guardians always have some sort of a leader (the God of Creation who is still alive; means it changes always after the God dies)

That's basically it

Now, Perseus reason to join the Dysphoria was because he got betrayed by the Guardians. He, himself, is one - and Despoina knows it and sees it as an exception to leave him alive (but under the condition that he helps them killing other Guardians and God's). Perseus is the Guardian of Energy and due to ..... Well, an accident - he may.. mayhaps accidentally kill the old leader in the Guardian war (yes they had a war at some point), but it wasn't his intention to do so - he got kicked out nonetheless. Perseus is someone who never experienced something like a stable home - he experienced it first with the Guardians. And when he got kicked out - it literally destroyed him internally. This was the day where he joined the Dysphoria and wants to get his revenge. <3

(pls Perseus has so much lore, this is him in very short)

Henotic and Ilmestys were both first bad ones because Despoina taught them so, but as time passed Henotic (God of Peace and Harmony) realized it's bad and he left the Dysphoria with Ilmestys (cuz Ilmestys goes everywhere where Henotic goes LMAO they have some sort of Brother-Sibling dynamic (Ilmestys is nonbinary and uses they/them pronouns, oh and they're the God of Destruction btw<3))

Both of them hide it, although Henotic can hide it better than Ilmestys (let's just say.. Ilmestys brain is filled only with games and fun and stuff, like a child)

But Despoina knows they're God's nonetheless and will kill them too, some day (it's her goal)

PLSSSS I wouldn't join the Dysphoria either kfbsjsjsnjs

i'm too indecisive to think of a design for U-ki ngl TT I SUCK AT DESIGNING

and oo the guardians sound rlly interesting!! sounds like a system that can easily be corrptued tho T0T PERSEUS IS A GUARDIAN?? WHAT A TWSIST

naur,, NAURR THE INEVITABLE CONFRONTATION W DESPOINA, HENOTIC AND ILMESTYS??

#yeah doesnt sound like a good group to be in ueueu #misa.moots

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katiexklein · 1 year

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I saw myself in summer nights And stars lit up like candle lights I made my wish but mostly I Believed

[ natalie portman ] – have you heard about [ Katie klein ]? [ she/her ] lives at the qz. I think they’ve lived there for [ six months]. they’re [ thirty-nine] yrs old and seem very [ cunning ]. i’ve also heard they can be very [ docile ] as well. they’ve been assigned as a [ recruiter ]. they often daydream about [ walking through the hallowed halls bathed in sunlight on her way to a lecture]. i’m curious to know more.

Bio

Born into a military family, Katie moved around quite a bit in her youth. She turned to books as her comfort due to never being able to maintain friendships for more than a few years at a time. Books were always there for her, and the friends she made within the pages never changed.

Attended Oxford where she obtained her degree in Literature. She wished to bring others the comfort that she herself enjoyed in the written word. Thus she soon became a best-selling novelist.

The fungus was something stranger than any fiction that she could imagine. The independence she gained as a young woman was forfeited in exchange for the comfort provided with her retired military father. He focus went to doing everything within her power to preserve humanity, losing a bit of her innocence and naivety as she traded words for weapons.

After his death, Katie wished to honor her father’s memory. But the memories she made in her old qz were a bit too much for her, thus she's came to Pittsburgh.

Basic Information

Full Name: Katherine Meredith Klein

Nickname(s): Katie

Age: 39

Date of Birth: September 16

Nationality: American

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Orientation: bisexual

Religion: n/a

Political Affiliation: Independent

Occupation: Former novelist, current recruiter

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Natalie Portman

Hair Colour: Brown

Eye Colour: Brown

Tattoos: Small bird on inner left wrist- usually covered by watch band

Piercings: Ears

Personality

Positive Traits: Cunning, Considerate, Creative, Compassionate

Negative Traits: Docile, Indecisive, Fretful

Goals/Desires: To leave the world a better place

Fears: Bees

Hobbies: Reading, writing, painting

Favorites

Weather: Sunshine

Color: Pastel colors

Music: Singer Songwriters

Movies: Romance and historical drama

Beverage: Tea

Food: Petit fours

Family

Father: Alexander Klein (deceased)

Mother: Eloise Klein

Sibling(s): Sarah Wilde (younger sister)

Other: Josh Wilde (nephew), Alice Wilde (niece), James Wilde (brother-in-law)

Extra

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

MBTI: INFP

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Moral Alignment: Lawful Good

Element: Water

#bio #pitts;intro

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sourcandivs · 2 years

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ㅤೀ 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! LEYLA AYDEMIR sets sail to new adventures . the TWENTY FOUR year old is known to be GULLIBLE , but makes up for it by being MAGNANIMOUS . you can usually find HER listening to ALL I WANTED by PARAMORE ; might be a way to cope with HER FIANCE LEADING A DOUBLE LIFE AND HAVING ANOTHER FAMILY . ﹕ ꒰ cemre baysel, cis woman, she/her ꒱

basics.

full name: leyla aydemir

nickname(s): n/a

age: twenty four

place of birth: istanbul, turkey

hometown: savannah, georgia

ethnicity: turkish

nationality: turkish - american

gender: ciswoman

pronouns: she/her/hers

orientation: pansexual & panromantic

occupation: vet assistant

language(s) spoken: turkish & english

accent: southern american

face claim: cemre baysel

hair colour: mid back length when naturally curly, mocha brown with caramel highlights

eye colour: green

height: 5′3″

build: slim

tattoos & piercings: HERE

clothing style: HERE

positive traits: adaptable, benevolent, affable, magnanimous, altruistic, gregarious, staunch, jovial

negative traits: gullible, impatient, indecisive, over critical, timid, fanciful, circumspect, transparent

hobbies: calligraphy, collecting vinyl albums

habits: nail biting

about

leyla was born to a single mother in istanbul, turkey on july 13th 1998. leyla’s mother and grandparents were decently well off and her father had never been in the picture nor ever expressed a want to be in leyla’s life, and from the stories her mom has told her over the years its probably for the best.

when leyla was only eight months old her family decided to immigrate to the united states, georgia in particularly due to a book her mother had read in her childhood. she moved with her mother and grandparents into a decent neighborhood in savannah, where she’s lived since.

as leyla grew older it became apparent that she was a social butterfly. always making new friends and talking their ears off. once she was old enough to be in school she excelled well in art classes, science classes and literature classes while she struggled with math.

she met her future fiance in high school, an assigned math tutor to help her through her difficult math classes. of course he was a senior when she was a sophomore and she had a massive crush on him but he ended up moving away for college after he graduated and leyla thought she was never see him again.

after graduating high school decided to attend school to become a vet tech, as she had always had a soft spot for animals. she works at an animal hospital in savannah and she couldn’t be happier with her job.

about two years ago leyla ran into her old tutor. quite literally actually, and they began to hit it off and it didn’t take long for her old crush to return... except this time they were both interested in each other. they began dating about two months later. leyla fell hard and fast, her first real relationship outside of flings in high school and college.

within a year he had proposed to her and as far as leyla could see they were well on their way to a happy marriage. as leyla began taking more time off to plan for their big wedding, she noticed some shifty behavior from her fiance. he was being more secretive, running off in the middle of the day for hours and hours, always leaving the room to take phone calls.

leyla quickly got into her own head about it and thought the worst. and her instincts would prove right. after following him one afternoon she followed him on one of his daily trips and was shocked to learn that not only did he have a secret girlfriend, but said secret girlfriend was also heavily pregnant.

leyla confronted him and ended the relationship so quick her own head was spinning. heartbroken and alone, she moved back in with her mother and aunt. her aunt heard about a cruise for heartbroken passengers from a co-worker and suggested leyla buy tickets. she used the saved up money from the wedding towards her ticket. leyla’s goal for this cruise is to let loose and take more risks (something she has always had a problem doing).

personality

affable ; friendly, good-natured, or easy to talk to. / leyla has always been good at making friends. she’s kind and easy to talk to and can make you feel like you’ve known her over.

over critical ; excessively critical; hypercritical. / leyla has always been hard on herself to be better at her job, or to be the best girlfriend, or to be the best best friend she can be and most of the time she can be too hard on herself.

staunch ; loyal and committed in attitude. / sometimes leyla can be a little too loyal. most of the time to a fault. she can put blind faith in her close friends and it’s not uncommon for her to get hurt in the long run.

magnanimous ; generous or forgiving, especially toward a rival or less powerful person. / never one to hold a grudge leyla can sometimes be too forgiving when it comes to people who have wronged her. every time it goes badly she swears she’s going to be tougher and put boundaries up, but she almost never follows through with it.

circumspect ; wary and unwilling to take risks. / leyla can also be a little bit... predictable. growing up with an extremely over protective mother has rubbed off on her but she’s really trying to work on her unwillingness to step out of her comfort zone.

transparent ; having thoughts, feelings, or motives that are easily perceived. / have you ever met someone who just wears their heart on their sleeve and their faces betray every little bit of emotion? that’s leyla.

leyla’s wanted connections.

#「 * ♡ ˙ . 𝐥. 𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐫 / intro. ✧ 」#nostrum:intro #it's not great guys but what can ya do

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choaticbtxh · 8 months

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𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 . 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 . 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘 . 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 . 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 .

meet ╲ SERAPHINA LOPEZ

— BASICS

NAME: Seraphina Lopez

AGE / D.O.B.: 26 / tbd

GENDER, PRONOUNS & SEXUALITY: cisfemale. she/her bisexual

HOMETOWN: Miami, Florida

JOB POSITION: stablehand

EDUCATION: currently attempting to get an associate’s degree in computer science

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single.

CHILDREN: NONE.

POSITIVE TRAITS: alert , bold , driven , compassionate , confident

NEGATIVE TRAITS: discreet , unforthcoming , blunt , irritable , resentful

✦ — BASICS

FULL NAME: Seraphina Carmen Lopez

NICKNAME: Seraphina or Sapphire

BIRTHDAY: tbd

GENDER: female

HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 5′5″ and 115 lbs

ORIENTATION: bisexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single

OCCUPATION: stablehand

❝ 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞—𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐩, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞. ❞

𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 , 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 & 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬 : yes / yes / yes .

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 : the thrill of late night adventures , the smell of leather , drive in movies , high fashion trends, beauty products , and red velvet lipstick.

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 : liars , waiting in long lines , losing

𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬 : collecting old vinyls, writing , listening to music , and taking long walks to clear her mind

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 : n/a

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 : ambitious , careful , adventurous , honest , direct , open-minded , decisive , independent , spontaneous , passionate, loyal

𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 : impulsive , indecisive , ruthless , reckless

✦ — BACKGROUND

♔ —— Seraphina is a tough girl who knows what she wants and how to get it.

♔ —— Seraphina had a normal childhood. she was raised by his parents in Miami, Florida.

♔ —— She can be an emotional rollercoaster when it comes to her state of mind depending on the situation.

♔ —— Seraphina can be a bit fragile when it comes opening up to anyone emotionally or otherwise.

♔ —— Seraphina is a hopeless romantic but when it comes to someone she finds attractive she gets tongue-tied and stutters in front of them.

♔ —— more to be added

✦— WANTED PLOTS

mutual crushes

friends with benefits

frenemies

her ride or die

always open to more

#lastintro #𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐙 ⧽❛ ʸᵒᵘ'ˡˡ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵘⁿˡᵉˢˢ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃˡᵏ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ˢʰᵒᵉˢ ❜ 「 about 」

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onlyehpos · 2 years

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Hello, I write short stories!

This is only a side hobby of mine, so there may be mistakes and quality may not be consistent, but I try my very best! I may not be writing for the next few weeks as of school and other events, but I will be posting past works in the meanwhile.

If you're wondering what kind of stuff I write,

I dabble in dsmp aus, namely short reader inserts

Writing prompts, which I may post, knowing I will most likely not enact on writing these prompts, but a request is a request, if you get what I'm saying,,,

Random aus involving cs/ccs who are a part of the dsmp, e.g. an au in which SBI tours countries with the highest Twitch viewing statistics, making friends along the way

School projects (I am currently working on an alternate ending to Macbeth)

Other short stories

Poetry

Please be warned!!

I can write fluff and wholesome plots, but specialise in angst, descriptive gore, character death, malicious otherworldly beings, insanity, suicide, and other dark themes. I will be putting umbrella TWs at the beginning of pieces, but will not go into specifics as of spoilers, so please be careful!

About me and other stuff:

Writing will be of much better quality than the above, this is just an introduction and I'm a perfectionist lmao

I will not disclose my age, ethnicity, appearance, etc, but I will tell you that I am Australian, a minor, and am on the ace, aro, and genderfluid spectrums :)

I will not write sexual themes, it makes me uncomfortable and so I will not be touching it.

Feel free to ask or tell me anything! Be that story requests, stuff about me, or just telling me about your day, please interact!! Even if you think its a stupid question or your request will not be acknowledged, there's no harm in asking!

All pronouns, but if you're indecisive, they/them please :)

I will most likely also post any nice sunset pics I take, bc why not?

I am such a mellow person, and I wish I wasn't cuz it makes me a huge pushover, but it means you can say absolutely anything to me and I won't get grrrrr or upset or anything like that, so feel free to vent, my dms are always open :)

Uploads will not be consistent. As stated earlier, this is a hobby of mine, and I thought I would share my creations. School, work, and life in general may put pieces on hold indefinitely, sometimes those pieces are never picked back up.

If you need help with assignments and schoolwork, ASK ME!!!! I've never gotten below 90% in an assessment and love to help, so please ask when in need!

I might add into this later, there were about three other points I had in mind but I forgot them lol

#fanfiction #tw death #fanfics #dsmp #dsmp au #writing #my writing #idk anymore #nyooom

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ultimateluckystudent-writes · 3 years

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Restraint

Summary: You and Nagito's flirtations are sickening. Izuru still sees himself as a cure. As per usual, he only makes things worse.

Word count: 5.2k

Content Warnings: Uneven Power Dynamics, Under-Negotiated Kink, Possible Dubcon, Dom/Sub, Spanking, Bondage, Choking, Mentions of Sickness, Degradation, Slut Shaming, Sex As 'Punishment', Slight Breeding Kink, Orgasm Denial, Female Reader, She/Her Pronouns

General Themes/Tags: Despair!Era, Despair!Reader, Sub!Reader, Sub!Nagito, Dom!Izuru, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

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A/N: Reader is a slut and Komaeda's a freak what can I say... also I'm sorry for doing this before requests but no I'm not I'm busy writing smut <3

Izuru found that there was indeed a certain kind of beauty to the handiwork of his knots. The candy-apple red rope, the color of the ruined sky, the color of his chemically altered eyes, the color of her nails, the color of despair, looked rather fetching when tied around Nagito’s pale wrists. His green-blue veins ran under it, visible through his sickly, translucent pale skin. Izuru could smell the cancerous cells on his breath alone. Just like a dog! A voice in his head that sounded just like hers sounded. Just like a dog, his own voice repeated.

“Enoshima tells me that your… indecision and cowardice..." Izuru droned as he circled around the uncomfortable, between the wooden chair Nagito was bound to and the edge of bed (Y/N) sat on. Unlike the rest of the ‘rooms’ the rest of the Despair were afforded in their base, which were really much more like modified holding cells, Izuru’s room was fitted with a regular queen-sized bed with threadbare sheets. He didn’t mind the sheets, but he wouldn’t have minded staying in a holding cell like the rest of them either. He wouldn’t have minded any of it.

“Has affected the operations of all of the Despair.” He glowered down at them, the shadows on his face looming even darker from their seated positions. Izuru caught her hands fidgeting in her lap, and how Nagito’s ever-twitching leg began to bounce even faster. “How pathetic.” He said of both their actions and reactions. The woman flinched visibly. Nagito’s leg stilled. “You are both acting like children. Simpering after each other expends so much of your time that you’ve managed to become even more useless to us than before as you fail to complete assigned tasks.” He crossed the room to stand right in front of (Y/N). Though all of his steps were light- in the way only the Ultimate Assassin, or Spy, or Ninja, and or the countless other multitudes of titles he fit aptly could be- or rather, perhaps because of this, both of their throats bobbed with a heavy swallow.

“Therefore,” His voice was quiet, but in the otherwise silent room, his two captives could hear him clearly. He placed his hand on her cheek. It was such a foreign movement from him, so calm, so sudden, that she almost gasped from it alone. It was much warmer than she expected. She realized as he stood over her, his well-fitted suit accentuating the already sharp angles of his perfect posture, his clothes heavy with the smoky scent of the fires blazing outside, his eyes indecipherable, that he was so much warmer than she expected. He thought idly that he could name every muscle in her face that tensed under his fingers. “You have been left to my discretion.”

“Ah, of course!” Nagito finally gushed, breaking the tension between the other two at once. Both of their heads snapped to look at the shaking, beaming man. He seemed to be enamoured with simply the prospect. His arms twitched and pulled at his bonds, but he had no intention of attempting escape. He merely forgot in his excitement that he could not hold himself. “I see no fate fitting more for my dearest- to be left to the hands of the Ultimate Hope- to be graced with Kamukura-sama’s presence, his touch-” He uttered a little moan, his eyes fluttering for just a bit. “For him to have already tied me up like the pathetic little vermin I am… He could truly do as he wishes with us...” Nobody in the room was surprised at his reaction, however, (Y/N) was a bit amused that he had shown his true colors as a fanatic quite so quickly. “Whatever despair he induces can only be overcome by the hope you two inspire by nearly being around me!” His eyes finally seemed to focus back onto his lover. They seemed to warm just by looking at her, a detail that sent an unfamiliar rush through her. If he had looked at her before, she had only just noticed, and was still unused to such… vulnerability nowadays. She quickly looked away. “I can only imagine what you must be feeli-”

“Enough.” Izuru finally snapped. Nagito silenced at once. He immediately schooled his expression into one of subtle pleasure. His naturally heavy-lidded eyes seemed almost heated in the particular situation. “This inane drivel is precisely the sorts of issues we’ve been having,” Izuru finally brought up his other hand, which contained an identical rope to the one wrapped around Nagito’s wrist like the perfect present. “And you’ve done little to end it.”

(Y/N) found that she had trouble looking at the red of Izuru’s eyes or the rope in his hands. Both cultivated more of the sickening feeling in her gut, the overwhelming dread that conjured images of Izuru idly pressing his foot down onto her fingers holding the edge of a cliff, supporting both her and Nagito’s weight. It felt like bile rising in her throat, only creeping further as she caught glances of either. As Izuru held the rope in front of her face, a wordless taunt, she refused to break her gaze. She wanted to rot in the feeling.

“Turn.” Izuru ordered. She knew at once it would be the first of many tonight. Though she had watched Izuru carefully as he bound Nagito, it was nothing compared to how despair-inducing it was to feel her miniscule chances of escaping reduce to less than nothing. Her breathing grew heavier as she felt those sure hands tie one knot, then two, then three, until she purposefully lost count of how many loops there were around her wrists. Every time his knuckles brushed against her arms, her pulse points, she wondered more and more if it was truly an accident. She had never known the Ultimate Hope to be capable of accidents. When he finished, the silence rang heavy in her ears. She had foolishly half-expected to hear praise, to hear the words ‘good girl’ fall from his lips.

“Pathetic.” He repeated instead, sending both her and Nagito’s teeth deeper into their own lips. She felt it deeply, kneeling on the bed, her back to the man she knew held her life in his hands, the man she cared for so deeply privy to every little thing that would be done to her without being able to do anything. The feeling in her stomach had begun to sink lower and lower, though it felt much more heated. She was a fool, but not a naive one. Izuru always knew what he was doing, including what tone he was setting. She felt her own legs begin to shake. “I’m sure by now the two of you understand where this is going. Bend over.”

She obliged like it was second nature. She obeyed like it might as well have been her own thoughts asking. She bent over and stuck her ass up and face into the mattress, right in front of Izuru, with a speed that surprised most of the room. Izuru, however, remained unfazed. He almost seemed to expect it. Her whole body felt hot, displayed like this for Izuru and subsequently Nagito. She knew he could see her panties he could see below her short skirt. She’d taken to wearing much skimpier clothes recently, especially when she began her… affair with Nagito. Despite herself, she wondered if he enjoyed them. He wouldn’t have been the first. She liked it when it was hard for people to touch her without coming in contact with her skin.

“Let this serve as a reminder to the both of you.” Izuru said behind her. She wondered how much closer he’d have to get to feel the vibrations of his deep voice. “None of you have any room for affection in you. You wouldn’t be with our association if you could. You saw how easily she bent over for me. You’re nothing special, Komaeda, she would take it from anyone if she could.” He paused. She didn’t even get to wonder why before her head was grabbed and roughly turned to the side so she was looking directly at Komaeda. His face was flushing, beginning to turn the red color of so many things around him, giving into the situation. Though his mouth was slightly agape as he took the scene before him, he seemed to be at a complete loss for words. She’d never seen him like this before. “Do you see how aroused he is at this? How eager he was for me? He’s much the same. You two are, for lack of a better word, whores. Easy-” He didn’t get to finish his sentence, as both of the other two released small moans at his words. (Y/N) thighs clenched as she tried her hardest not to back her eager body back up against him. Nagito rocked his own back and forth, attempting to find friction against his growing erection. Izuru sighed. “Precisely.”

With no other warning, he shoved her panties down her hips. A string of her slick connected them for just a second, quickly severed with no regard from Izuru. Nagito stopped rocking. He stared, mouth agape, at her now exposed pussy. She couldn’t even tell him to stop looking. She didn’t want him to stop looking. Behind her, she heard the familiar sound of a belt unbuckling. Once again, instinct took over, and she spread her legs further for him. The fabric of his pants and underwear rustled as he pulled them down just enough to pull his cock out and stroke it.

“Wow.” Nagito muttered, looking all for the world like he didn’t even realize he was doing it. “Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow- t- to bear witness to this- to-”

“You will speak only when spoken to from here on out, Komaeda.” Izuru said without even looking up at him. Nagito swallowed hard. Behind his chair, he pulled ever so slightly at his restraints. Izuru rubbed the head of his cock up and down her lips, spreading her slick around. (Y/N)’s head finally dropped back down, looking away from Nagito, as she tried hard to not let any more noises escape her. Even if she knew Izuru could feel her desperate arousal in her heavy breathing, the way she wiggled and pressed into him, her fingers trembling in front of him, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of letting it consciously escape her mouth.

“Be honest, (L/N)...” Izuru’s words were so gentle and soft that she knew at once that whatever sharp insult he would throw at her would make up for it. “Tell Komaeda about every Remnant’s cock and fingers you’ve had in your pussy.” She gasped at once, her eyes widening, but as the focus fell heavy on what she would say next, denial escaped hers. She could feel Komaeda’s eyes on her, but she couldn’t even bring herself to look into his eyes. Guilt and shame that she had never felt about her previous dalliances before were searing in her stomach. “Not to mention the people you’ve taken on the outside.” All the while, his cock continued to move back and forth over her hole, never pressing any further. Teasing her, seeing how much she could take. “How many?” He asked rhetorically. “Two dozen? More?”

The enticing idea that it was Izuru’s cock didn’t escape her. It was one of the many details that had made her so wet so quickly. She couldn’t believe that someone so singularly powerful and superhuman was even giving her thought. She couldn’t believe that he had taken the time to notice how big of a slut she was. Nagito wasn’t alone in his obsession with Izuru, she was merely better at hiding it.

“What does it matter?” She spat. A cruel smirk that only Nagito could see crossed her face. “Angry they got to me before you d-” She was interrupted as Izuru’s swift hand came down to firmly squeeze the sides of her throat, literally choking her on her words. Her labored, raspy breathing echoed through the room at once. Next to them, Nagito whimpered, but continued to bite his tongue. Under furrowed brows, his eyes flicked quickly between Izuru’s unyielding face and his hand around her throat. Nonetheless, his smile remained on his face.

“You’re actually less insufferable when you’re just moaning.” Izuru noted. Her eyes rolled back into her head, but she couldn’t do much else. The press of those sure hands was incessant. “I might begin to see why you seem so eager to be reduced to that state so often.” He lowered his mouth by her ear, but his voice was just loud enough to let Nagito hear. “I wouldn’t recommend boring or annoying me. We wouldn’t want me to push you too far past your limits, would we?” His vice-like grip only tightened. Though she could still breathe a bit, every second he held her was a second she became closer and closer to melting like putty in his hands. Beside them, Nagito groaned, deep in his throat, at the idea of pushing her past her limits. Too many thoughts were beginning to swirl in his head, and not having anything or anyone touching him to quell it was only making it worse. Kamukura finally released her. She took a deep breath in and coughed a bit. Izuru’s focus went back to her now soaking pussy.

“Now, as I was saying, the only difference between Komaeda and all of your previous conquests is how… inexperienced he is. That, and his crumbling mental state, means he’s developed quite an obsession with you. Isn’t that right, Komaeda?”

“Yes!” Komaeda practically barked, words bursting out of him like a damn. “Yes, yes, I would devote my body to her so willingly- she’s extraordinary, the- the idea of touching her? The idea of her wanting me,” he rambled, drool finally beginning to spill out of his lips in his practically cross-eyed fervor. His chest heaved with his panting. “Oh, it fills me with such an incredible feeling!” He cried. “I selfishly desire her every day, every moment-”

“Enough.” Izuru sighed. Nagito’s lips couldn’t even shut this time. He moaned once more at the sight and his ideas, hips rocking quickly. “You like the attention. It shows. Look how easy it is for me to take her.” At once, his cock stopped teasing her, and finally sunk in. She yelped loudly at the sudden, intense feeling as Izuru quickly and completely filled her. Her walls squeezed around him, beckoning him to stay as his cock kissed the deepest parts of her. Between the look on her face and Izuru’s hands on his lover’s hips, Nagito couldn’t contain himself anymore.

“What an amazing opportunity this is! What a once-in-a-lifetime chance,” he panted. “To watch hope himself and my love together so intimately… ah, you must think I’m so perverted.” Despite his tone, Nagito’s face remained stuck in a blissed out expression, belaying his enjoyment at his self-degradation. “To be enjoying this so… I’m filthy...” He moaned. There was a pause, for just a moment. His tone changed slightly, but it so happened that Nagito was trapped in a room with the only two people in the world who would be able to tell. “Though… some might call it perverted for you to be doing this at all, Kamukura-sama.”

“Are you... insulting me, Komaeda?” Though he didn’t look back over at Nagito, Izuru punctuated his words with his first thrusts into (Y/N). Her noises were muffled by the mattress, and though the tension in the room eased a bit with it, it still hung heavily above her head between the two men.

“Lowly scum like me? Insult you? I would never dream of it, Kamukura-sama.” Nagito smiled cheerfully. Despite his words, the look that he gave Izuru was not with his usual reverence. Izuru’s own eyes narrowed, rolling the emphasis on his words over in his head. With no other words, Izuru’s hands gripped (Y/N)’s hips tighter until the whites of his knuckles were visible and he was sure there would be bruises the next morning.

"Let me make myself clear. This is only for my relief." He punctuated his words with a particularly rough, deep thrust. A broken keen spilled forth as he bottomed her out. "Both from the constant whining and drivel from the two of you... but yes, also sexually." He tangled his hand in her hair. "Unfortunately, my body is that of a teenager’s. It... is filled with hormones that make my body want to breed." He pulled a bit on her hair. She moaned gutturally, fighting with herself to arch into and out of the feeling. His eyes flicked up to meet Komaeda's. "Komaeda, you would not believe how... exquisite she feels... how warm and inviting she is..." Izuru’s lip twitched into the ghost of a smirk. Nagito didn't miss it, he didn’t miss anything. His eyes eagerly drank in every detail of the two of them entwined.

"St- stop talking about m- me like I'm n- not here." She managed, gasping around every other word. Izuru hummed, like he was considering her words, before shoving her head back down harshly into the mattress. His other hand came down in a ruthless slap to her ass, making her gasp, both for air and in surprise. Her hands clenched around nothing behind her back.

"I've got no need to differentiate how I talk to your face from behind your back." Though his face did not change, his tone held a bit of smugness. It was the only indication that what had left her a panting, moaning mess had any effect on him, besides the slight dampness to his brow. "And this is not so much about you as it is about Komaeda." Once more, his tone carried more of his annoyance than usual. "He is incessant. Obsessive. Possessive. And over all a hindrance to the operations of the Despair in his pathetic desire. I was hoping tonight would see a folly to that… but he’s as worked up over you as ever.”

For a second, (Y/N) and Nagito caught each other’s eyes. Arousal that made her clit throb washed through her as she took in the look in his eye. She had never known Nagito to be possessive, as Izuru had claimed. In fact, he often turned down situations that might lead to being in her presence, citing that she deserved better. However, the completely captivated and hungry look would have made anyone feel like they were his. Even without his words or touch, she felt marked as his. Her noises grew even louder. The pride in his eyes, like she was a beloved toy he was showing off, was almost too much.

Izuru didn’t miss this. All at once, he stopped moving, though he was still buried deep inside her. She whined wordlessly, causing him to deliver another hard slap to her ass. She whimpered quietly at it, clenching around his cock, but said nothing else.

“If you’d like to look at each other so badly, so be it.” His voice was even angrier now. If she didn’t know any better, she would say that it almost sounded like Izuru was growing frustrated with the two of them. She couldn’t tell why though. Izuru finally removed his tie and jacket. Most of his clothes remained on, as the motion was not taxing to him in the slightest, but he felt a bit hot under the collar now. He figured it had to do with her body heat. She was very warm.

He pulled out of her and wordlessly picked her up to turn her and face her towards Nagito. She silently thanked the fact that her hands were tied up for once, since it meant it would be hard to pick her head up and look at him constantly. But as Izuru sunk into her once more, one hand gripped the rope binding her hands and the other her shoulder. He leaned down to speak to her.

“Seems you’re lucky as well.” He murmured to her. Her eyes were wide in surprise. Even as Izuru spoke to her, both of their gazes remained fixated on Nagito. She could feel his hot breath on the shell of her ear. It made her shiver as he held her close. “I’m not so bored I feel the need to hold you by the hair.” He considered her for a moment. Her hands were pressed up against his firm stomach. He felt so solid and tall and imposing behind her. Though he was ruthless and unforgiving in his motions, she also knew he could have done much, much worse had he wanted to. The way he took control of her so quickly, so unquestionably so, was what she had been craving from someone every time she had been with someone else.

She finally realized what he was doing. He was showing both of them that she didn’t need to seek another person to give her what she wanted- didn’t need to seek Nagito to give her what she wanted- because he, and only he, could give it to her.

At once, Izuru picked up speed again. She cried out, her fingers scrabbling at the buttons of his shirt, pulling him close, pulling him closer. The sudden roughness made her cry out, the noises broken by each slam of his hips against hers. She could feel the smooth fabric of his pants, still on him, every time he buried himself in her. His hair began to fall down from behind her, brushing her shoulders and sides, tickling her with their silky softness. For a moment, the mischievous thought of pulling it crossed her mind, before she remembered once more that she was tied up at his mercy.

Her eyes focused on Nagito. He was moaning and mumbling to himself, looking lovestruck and animalistic with his wild eyes and hair. She couldn’t quite hear him over her own noises and Izuru’s breathing by her ear. He was leaning forward as much as he could, taking everything in raptly. She could see his erection pressing hard against his jeans, but he seemed to have completely forgotten about it, at least for a bit.

“Fuck!” She hissed, shutting her eyes tight just to get a bit of respite from the onslaught of pleasure she’d been feeling. “Fuck, fuck, fuck yes!”

“Make use of that mouth without foul language. Tell me, is this pleasurable to you?” Izuru asked, but the gentle, dangerous voice he was affecting was strained now. She squeezed her thighs together, in an unconscious attempt to receive friction on her clit, but she was rewarded instead with a quiet moan from Izuru.

“Y- Yes, Kamukura-sama!” You nodded weakly. In the greatest surprise of your night, you heard him laugh for just a second behind you. Quietly, more of a snicker than anything, but a laugh nonetheless. It was a low, smug noise.

“Mmm. Now admit to both of us, that even with me fucking you right now, you’d rather have Komaeda’s cock.” He demanded, making Nagito’s hips jerk up. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes! It- It is!” You longed desperately to reach out to Nagito, just to feel him, just to touch him, but you were beginning to understand the true reason Izuru had tied both of your hands behind your back.

“Then say it.”

“I’d rather have your cock, Komae- ah- Komaeda-kun!” She practically shouted. Izuru began slamming into her harder when she’d gotten to saying Komaeda’s name. The irony didn’t escape her, that although it was Nagito’s name she was crying, it was Izuru that was making her feel that way. Nagito was always hard to read, but although she couldn’t tell exactly what he was thinking about, he was enamoured nonetheless.

“I think we’re well past the point of formalities, (Y/N).” Her first name sounded heavenly on his lips. “Go ahead and try again.”

“I want y- you, Nagito!”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” Nagito was panting and squirming almost more than she was. It seemed he’d found a rhythm grinding up against his own pants and thighs. His eyes rolled up. “A- again, please, please, please!” He begged, knowing that he was taking a risk by speaking once more. She opened her mouth, but all that fell from it was a squeal as Izuru spanked her with the hand previously holding the rope.

“I made myself clear, Nagito.” Izuru practically purred as he spanked her again and again. She jumped with every one, but she loved the sting regardless. Each one made her feel a little more used, a little more worthless as anything but a toy for the two men. Nagito didn’t like seeing her hurting, but it pleased something deeply sadistic in him, and he wasn’t the one doing it. The friction was barely enough, but he was getting close.

“I- Izuru! Please, please, please…” She pleaded, beginning to rock herself back against his cock sloppily, not in time with his thrusts.

“Hold still.” He practically growled, smacking her once more before digging his fingers back into her waist. She almost couldn’t take it anymore.

“Izuru, please, my- my clit- please, please!”

“Would you like me to touch you properly so you can finish?” Izuru practically purred. She nodded, noises like sobs escaping her mouth. Izuru laughed once more. The hand on her shoulders let go, sending her falling back into the mattress, before he was gathering her hair and pulling her head up once more. “Stupid little girl. You really thought I had no punishment in store for you?” He continued to slam into her, leaving her too mindless to even respond. He was all-encompassing- she could smell him, feel him around and in her, hear only his voice- but all she could see was Nagito, practically on the edge of his seat, getting off to her abuse. “You really think you’re going to cum? How pathetic. You two are suited for each other. If you’re going to cum you’re going to cum from my cock alone. But as much of a dumb slut as you are, I don’t really think you can do that, so you’ll just take it while I finish inside you. After all, my body still wants you bred.”

“W- Wait!” You choked out. Although the smallest part of you that still retained thought worried about what he was saying, the louder part had flooded with a fresh wave of pleasure and arousal at his words. He made no move to pause, but you didn’t have anything else to say. In front of you, you could tell Nagito was close as well, beginning to heave breaths that sounded like laughs. He was sweating, heated by the jacket he was still wearing, but it seemed like the least of his concerns. His noises were high, breathy, and pleading. More than anything he wanted to touch, to feel anything but the confines of his own jeans, but instead he watched helplessly as another man threatened to finish inside his beloved.

Izuru finally began making quiet grunts of his own right in her ear. They were deep and animalistic, something she never thought she would hear from Izuru. However, as he began nearing his edge, his noises only grew more similar in desperation to that of the other two. For just a moment, all three could be heard finding their own pleasure, before Nagito threw his head back with a sobbing noise and climaxed first, emptying into his own underwear. He wished desperately that he was the one in her, even alongside Izuru.

The other two now took their own turn watching Nagito as he finished, their eyes focused on his trembling, his white locks falling back, the way he rutted into the air in his desperation. Izuru’s orgasm took even him by surprise as he watched, and he seated himself in her fully with a loud groan as he filled her up even more. Her noises now sounded broken and pathetic, pleasure overriding her thought process as she let him empty within her without fuss. When he was sure the last of it was inside her, he finally pulled out and set her carefully down on the bed. She didn’t even complain about the loss, since she could still feel his seed dripping out of her twitching core.

She felt his hands on her wrists, which she had grown accustomed to, before realizing that he was undoing his knots. In a couple of tugs, his work came undone, and he laid the rope down next to her. She still couldn’t find the energy to sit up. He then moved around her and to Nagito, still recovering from his own orgasm. Nagito smiled weakly at him. Izuru took Nagito’s hair into his hands, but didn’t pull.

“Clean me up.” He ordered. Nagito seemed shocked, but didn’t waste time. He wrapped his lips around Izuru’s cock, still slick with his cum and her natural lubricant, and began to lick it clean. He moaned and his eyes fluttered shut like it was the most wonderful thing he had ever tasted. Izuru’s nose wrinkled a bit from overstimulation. Nagito’s pink lips moved back and forth hypnotically over Izuru, until finally, he tugged him off with a ‘pop’. He nodded curtly, and tucked himself back away in his pants. Nagito licked his lips, from which drool had begun to escape him again. Izuru moved behind the chair and undid Nagito’s knots before going to redress in his tie and jacket. “Clean up your mess.”

He turned slightly away from the two, listening as Nagito quickly got to the bed, he assumed to tend to her. He looked back when he finished, realizing she was moaning once more. Instead of attempting to help her sit up or speaking to her, Nagito was kneeling between her legs, lips around her pussy, eyes dutifully closed and hands behind his back. Izuru quickly leaned over and grabbed Nagito by the collar of his shirt, pulling him away from his task.

“I told you she’s not to cum.” Izuru growled. “You’ve already gone against my wishes by finishing yourself-”

“My sincerest apologies, Kamu- Izuru.” Nagito’s head was bowed respectfully. “I truly meant only to help put your seed back into her.” His eyes flicked up to meet Izuru’s. They were not filled with the subservience his posture suggested, but instead flickered with his own machinations. “Who better to be filled with your cum than her? The despair of breeding her during such a time means nothing compared to the hope your progeny would bring! If I’m blessed with the taste of the aftermath of your intimate act in the process... well, that’s just my luck.” He practically giggled. “I suppose I’d merely gotten used to not using my hands.” Despite his mad words, Izuru expected something of the sort from him. He sighed, and let go of his collar.

“I’m leaving now. I expect not to see either of you in my room when I return. Let this be the last time we must have this… discussion.” Izuru said, making his way to the door. “Next time,” He paused in the frame. “I won’t be so kind.” With one last nod to the two of them, he shut the door behind him.

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A/N: I'm not sorry, except that this is my first time writing something like this w/ three characters so I know it jumps around a lot but eh here you are! Love, love

#nagito komaeda #izuru kamukura #nagito x reader #izuru x reader #danganronpa #dr2 #restraint #bunnywrites

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