Dreamings easier than living

18 + Fanfic Content 《☆》 MDNI Anastasius ☆ He/Him ☆ 18 y/o Fanfic writer 《☆》 Requests open!

[anastasius-writes]

Masterlist

For rules on requests, go here

These will show requests, and finished works. I try to write in the order that I get the requests but sometimes ones easier to write than the other so please be patient.

Anon emojis taken up: 🥀

DEAD BY DAYLIGHT

Virtual Pain (Dwight x GN Killer Reader)(WIP)

DEADLOCK

Saving the night (Abrams x GN Reader)

Drunken surprise (Silver x GN Reader)

Looping the rooms (Doorman x GN Reader)(WIP)

Late night marriage talk (Celeste & Silver x Reader)(WIP)

DEVIL MAY CRY

Shopping trip (Trish, Nero & V x GN Reader)(WIP)

HONKAI : STAR RAIL

Same ship different General (Feixiao x GN Reader x Yao Guang)(Pt 1)

Same ship different General (see above^)(Pt 2)(18+)

A day of rest (ft. the bird)(Jing Yuan x GN Reader)(WIP)

An Aeon's gaze (Yaoshi x GN Reader)(WIP)

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS

An eater, I need her (Bel'Veth x GN Reader)

Testing a hypothesis (Vel'Koz x GN Reader)(suggestive)(WIP)

Like a what? (I'm changing the name dw)(Shyvana x GN Reader)(WIP)

A map to your heart (Ezreal x GN Reader)(WIP)

An adventurers notebook (Ezreal x GN Reader)(WIP)

An adventure in the sheets (+18)(Ezreal x GN Reader)(WIP)

Two on one chase (+18)(Locke x GN Reader x Vayne)(WIP)

MADNESS COMBAT

Nevada's best (Hank x GN Reader x 2BDamned)

Willing sacrifice (2BDamned / Hank / Sanford / Deimos x GN Reader)

Willing sacrifice full versions (4 parter, all the above ^)(WIP)

Willing sacrifice pt.2 but my inbox is fucking evil (Anniversary edition)(all the above ^)(WIP)

Director's right hand (Phobos x F Reader)

Till death do us part (Phobos x F Reader)

Love takes patience (Deimos x GN Reader x Sanford)(WIP)

How it's done (2BD / Hank / Sanford / Deimos x GN Reader)(WIP)

Clowning and Miming (Tricky x GN Reader)(WIP)

Angel by your side (Hank x F Reader)(WIP)

Nevada's best parent (Hank & GN Reader)(WIP)

MINECRAFT MODS

Knock you up (+18)(Knocker x GN Reader)(WIP)

NIER : AUTOMATA

Picnic at a city of blues (2B x GN Reader)(WIP)

STAR WARS

TBA

TEAM FORTRESS 2

Cuddles in the cabin (18+)(Heavy x GN Reader)

Bullets and Borage (Sniper x F Reader)(WIP)

TRANSFORMERS

Cohabiting (IDW Megatron x GN Organic Reader)

Different chassis, same spark (IDW Arcee x TransFem Reader)

Glory at a price (TFO Sentinel x GN Reader)(WIP)

Focus (18+)(IDW Rodimus x GN Reader)

Sounds pour out in waves (18+)(TFP Soundwave x GN Reader)(WIP)

All for science, All for you (TFP Shockwave x TransFem Reader)(WIP)

ULTRAKILL

Reliable source (V2 x GN Reader)

Authorization (V1 x GN Reader)(WIP)

'Friendly' rivalry (V1 x GN Reader x V2)(WIP)

One step forward (18+)(Gabriel x GN Reader)(WIP)

WARFRAME

Spider problem (Excalibur Umbra & Operator)

The signals strong, can you feel it in the floor? (Aoi Morohoshi x Drifter)

Her Muse (Follie x Drifter)

Picture perfect pleasure (Follie x Drifter)(18+)

The blade, the devil and the void demon (Roathe x Drifter x Arthur)(18+)(WIP)

Love you like a love song baby (Octavia x Drifter)

My Sanctuary (Cephalon Simaris x Drifter)

Memory Lane (Roathe x Drifter)(WIP)

Cigarettes and Feelings (Arthur x Drifter)(WIP)

Cause I got high (Nokko x Drifter)

The spider's web (Oraxia x Drifter)(WIP)

Arthur dies in gas explosion 3 ("emotional")(Arthur x Drifter)(WIP)

Helping hands (Hildryn & Operator)(WIP)

Where night meets day (18+)(Equinox x Drifter)(WIP)

Synthetic music (Cephalon Suda x Drifter)(WIP)

Something touches me, impossible (Cephalon Cy x Drifter)(WIP)

Can't fix what isn't broken (Amir x Drifter)(WIP)

The red means I love you (title is subject to change)(Vena x Drifter)(WIP)

Two for the road (Velimir x Drifter x Minerva)(WIP)

Solace in a mad world (Lyon & Marie x Drifter)(WIP)

L is for the way you look at me..? (Lotus / Lyon / Lettie x Drifter)(WIP)

[anastasius-writes]

Glad ur okay please rest up if you need to (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ💚🐸

Tysm <3 I'll try my best to write stuff quickly to not keep people waiting because god knows I've been hoarding my requests like a hamster but I now have got The Spin Wheel trade mark so I'm aiming for about 2-5 a week to catch up

[anastasius-writes]

Can I have a Nokko x Reader where they're just smoking some shrooms together.

Not smoking Nokko though, please don't smoke my boy.

I am a little shroomling please feed me.

"Have the shrooms kicked in?

Nokko Nokko Nokko

Frfr"

Do you think Drifter is able to understand the shroomlings saying Nooko Nokko while high? And also do you think Nokko is squishy and soft like an actual mushroom?

Cause I got high

I changed the plot a little bit since honestly I can't imagine Nokko smoking so forgive me but the general idea is the same YOU GET HIGH FROM MUSHROOMS OKAY HOW DOES NOKKO, A MUSHROOM GET HIGH OFF SHROOMS??? IDK BRO IDK FRIENDLY FIRE I GUESS

Content Warning : Unintentionally getting high

Nightcap and Nokko, protectors of the 'fruits and roots' of the underground fungal colonies have had a third little helper for a while now. It was no secret that you and Nokko had been together a while, and Nightcap had nothing against it either. In fact he preferred sending the two of you off for various tasks throughout the deep mines together as a sort of safety policy, and also to get away from all the kissy mwah mwah romance stuff you two sometimes indulged in.

And today like any other day you were sending the corpus forces back to where they came from, to protect the colonies and the animals of the deep mines from those who seek to exploit them. And a habit you and Nokko had picked up was taking a calm stroll from the now corpus-free mines to admire the wildlife and plants. Nokko would show you where the different mushrooms would grow and you'd fill in Nightcaps notes and sketches if any were missing, and sure you and Nokko aren't the most careful when picking them up but thankfully no fingers have ever been lost to a Devils Cap. At least not yet.

You were flicking through the notes when you felt a pat on your shoulder, Nokko was nodding his head toward a nook in the mines you two didn't visit often.

" What's up? " You asked, aware you wouldn't get a verbal response out of him but you enjoyed speaking to him anyway.

Nokko led you by the hand to the spot that interested him, kneeling down to a fungi you didn't recall. Odd, you swore Nightcap knew this place inside-out, its not like him to miss something out. Oh well, probably some new spores got in and settled.

" Alright. Give me a few minutes. " You crouched down, pencil and notebook in hand as you sketched out the details of this new strange growth.

You didn't have coloured pencils so a normal sketch would have to do for now. Either way you were going to bring a little bit of this new fungi 'home' to Nightcap for him to have a look at so you could always colour it in later. You reached out and carefully plucked the mushroom from where it was growing, cupping it in your hands.

The walk back wasn't too long, but about halfway through you noticed the mushroom you were carrying was releasing some sort of liquid that had begun to gather in your palm, you lifted it gently to look over the liquid before shaking it off your hands.

"Baby, mind holding this for me the rest of the way? It's making a mess. " You spoke in the direction of your boyfriend, who gave you a quick nod and took the fungi out your hand while you wiped whatever was in your hand on your clothes as you had nothing else on hand.

It wasn't until you got home that something started feeling odd, you hoped whatever had been on your hand wasn't lethal, should have worn gloves you big idiot. You rubbed your forehead with one hand as Nightcap inspected the mushroom that was on the table.

" Well, good news, it's not lethal. I had an encounter with one of these before. "

" Then why do I feel so weird, 'cap? "

" Well, the liquid it released is a drug, gets you high after a while. "

What.

" You and Nokko can go sleep it off. I can tell ya it won't kill ya, and I don't want you embarrassing yourself neither. C'mon, I'll help you both up. "

Crap. You had hoped that Nokko being a warframe would make him at least somewhat immune to whatever had entered into your system but it seemed he wasn't feeling himself either. Everything felt funny. Nothing was the same size as you remembered it, and you couldn't quite register what was happening anymore, so it was definitely a surprise when you registered you were suddenly horizontal, one of the sprodlings cooing in your face, how did it even get up here? And why was it so huge?

You smiled, pulling the little guy into an embrace and petting the top of its head as it squealed, making its usual 'nokko nokko' noises at you but this time it… made sense? You think you can understand it anyway, and begin to answer the 'questions' it definitely had asked you. Ranting to it in half coherent sentences as a hand gently placed itself on your shoulder from behind. Nokko was laying next to you on his side, hand gently squeezing your shoulder before trailing along your arm down to place his hand over the back of yours. He made some sort of noise at you, to you it sounded like words so you kept responding.

You looked back at him once to see he was... well... different? His cap was moving in slight waves, no, it was square? Or was it round? Why does it move so much??. And why was he asking you about the politics of numbers? Or did he? You brought up random topics among whatever strange noises you were making while trying to form words, like how the water in Fortuna was just the right temperature, how the vent kids would get along with the sprodlings, or eat them, which the idea of made you cry hysterically, wiping your tears away with the cap of one of the sprodlings you had grabbed.

You then re-examined the creature you were holding. A sentient mushroom thingy. Not the strangest thing you'd seen but it sure was strange. Your boyfriend also sometimes turned into one of these. Wait. You're dating a literal mushroom, and you kiss him. Oh sweet Lua. Were you gonna turn into a mushroom? You felt like a mushroom that's for sure... what does being a mushroom feel like? Can you ever eat mushrooms again?? Will you become like Nightcap??

You woke up the next day, mouth open and dry as hell. You pressed your lips closed and moved your head a bit before realizing the surface you were resting your head on wasn't a pillow. You cracked open an eye to see you were resting on the cap of the shroom on Nokko's shoulder. Oh God. Did you crush it while asleep? Does he know?? Does it hurt??? I mean sure it was comfortable and oddly soft but you still worried for your partners safety first. But you heard no complaints nor did he move away when you lifted your head, the mushroom cap rising back into its normal position thankfully. Nokko was still asleep and some sprodlings had decided to wedge themselves in between you and him cuddling while you were sleeping, the little things slowly waking up from your movement and bouncing off on their merry way.

You were hungry, and thirsty, and the whole ordeal. Slowly getting up off the mattress you and Nokko shared to head down the ladder to grab something to eat, but something caught your eye. There was a few new additions to the corkboard you, nightcap and Nokko used for mushroom records and notes. Your new mushroom got a new name, a coloured sketch, photo and notes. Reading through them you noticed the bullet point reading 'Gets whoever touches it high as a defence mechanism' had an arrow shooting off from it, and low and behold, a picture of you and Nokko deep asleep in the funkiest position ever with sprodlings scattered about was pinned right next to it. Of course Nightcap would find a way to remember this day.

[anastasius-writes]

Hey so like hello people I'm not dead and YES I'VE UPDATED MY LIST IF ITS ON THERE ITS GETTING DONE!!!! I'm very sorry for my absence and the radio silence I genuinely did not have the energy to put pen to paper recently (WHY YES, I DO KEEP A PHYSICAL HAND WRITTEN COPY WHY DO YOU ASK) BUT THE HEATWAVES OVER AND MY ANEMIC ASS CAN FUNCTION ONCE MORE RAHHHHHH

[noriyucko]

it doesnt seem like anything is gonna be done at a higher level about how vile QMG is, not even a statement telling them to back off of my friends or other people or anything, so i am here to remind you that QMG animators like moiani, kokkare, and others are neo nazis who regularly harass kids and to Not Stop Talking About It.

krinkels, swain, no one else seems to bother about it, just brushing it all off as random trolls and telling us we just shouldnt engage. this isnt an obscure small portion of the fandom, these are literally the Biggest animators/creators of this fandom across all platforms, including some madness day judges and even official voice actors who are either bigots or defend others bigotry using the same excuse that theyre somehow just low effort random trolls. these are the biggest names in this fandom harassing and silencing smaller creators for saying anything about it who then arent able to defend themselves on such a scale and getting pushed out of the community for it.

this shouldnt just be ignored. i dont care if you keep liking madcom or not over it, i definitely dont plan on leaving it soon. what needs to be done is to be outspoken about how this kind of disgusting behavior shouldnt be allowed or accepted. we cant just forget all of it for the sake of enjoying madness day or animations or whatever, especially not when at any moment they may set their sights on you.

previous posts for context:

Post by @christnarr · 10 images

💬 12  🔁 60  ❤️ 104 · i dont have twitter so its kind of meaningless to post this here where this situation is not happening but you just can

Post by @noriyucko

💬 16  🔁 31  ❤️ 73 · no but i cant stop talking about it the madcom fandom genuinely has a massive problem with rampant racism, homophobia

Reblog by @noriyucko

💬 0  🔁 12  ❤️ 25 · i dont have twitter but i do have friends on twitter rn over this and if i hear one of yall has been downplaying this/sid

[unfortunatecircumstance2026]

Forgive the empty account, I've made a sideblog to avoid any level of harassment that has been aimed at my peers.

Considering the only public response so far has been a lukewarm call for everyone to break it up, we need to do a lot more than just reblog and retweet posts condemning what happened (as important as that is for awareness).

Krinkels discord is just @/krinkels. [email protected] is a public email on his Facebook account. Directly make your displeasure with the continued fostering of the alt right in this fandom KNOWN and UNAVOIDABLE so it can finally be addressed.

The public sexual harassment of a minor has been defended publicly by AngelDrawRus, the thumbnail artist for the plushie advertisments. Privately, one of the main individuals calling this out has been contacted, berated, and privately smeared as someone who spreads false allegations by a well known member of the community/someone who has contributed to Madness itself, but doesn't even feel safe enough to publicly come out with who due to the harassment him and his peers have already faced. This is completely unacceptable, and we need to make a fuss until something happens.

[anastasius-writes]

Hello! I just finished reading Phobos x Female Pacifist Reader and I thought what if we do some angst here?

Any angst Headcannons for Phobos if Reader dies from some sort of illness and reader accepting it just live their life to the fullest and be with him through all of it?

Til death do us part

The madness combat fandom just LOVE angst

Phobos is a man who leads projects that do what no person in Nevadas history could ever achieve, bordering on being on the same level of control as The Employers. Phobos always got his way because of this, because any problem he encounters is fixable one way or another.

So why would you let him fix you…?

Phobos is as devoted to you as you are to him, and to see you deny him the option to helping you even though he seeks you suffering every day just by trying to live your day to day life makes his heart heavy, something he hadn't felt in years of overseeing experimentation and suffering.

He starts going through the stages of grief before you even part with him, he can't handle the news that you will be leaving him sooner than later, he had already imagined what life would be like when he finally achieved his end goal at Nexus, and when the doctors told him the date was much closer than the towers progress would conclude their research and work, he left and wasn't seen until a few days later.

He pretended you were okay to the best of his ability, at first turning a blind eye to your symptoms and struggles, brushing it off as a normal illness that will pass swiftly but it was much harder to do than he anticipated.

He was silent as he held you, feeling your tears begin to seep into his clothing, warm against his skin as he his hands caressed your back, his body running on auto pilot to comfort you while his mind drowned in thoughts of the worst scenarios that could possibly occur.

Once his attempts of ignoring the obvious signs and you assuring him you have come to terms with your limited time on Nevada, he will begin to spend more and more time with you.

He books days off, cancels meetings, 'borrows' money from his budgets to get you things you need and want.

Some days he still gets angry, not at you but at your state, why are you okay with leaving him to be alone? Why do you have to pass sooner than him who has probably lived for way longer?

Now, I'm not a Phobos kind of guy myself and don't feel like being a massive suck up to the audience so heres where the route diverges between Phobos being more canon and Phobos actually accepting your condition.

In the case that he does go along and stop trying to keep you alive and revive you, I think he'd take you somewhere nice, have dinner and come home to bundle you up in blankets and kneel in front of you.

He'd be responsible, ask you how you want to pass, how you want to be remembered, what to do with your things when you're gone.

A few tears will finally be shed by the God-Emperor as he buries his face in the blanket over your lap.

He wraps you up in his cloak when you pass, giving your forehead one final kiss in the open casket before it closes, letting his employees bury you in the spot you wanted to rest in forever.

But, if we're going by canon, too greedy for his own good Phobos. I personally don't think he'd respect your wishes.

You're HIS partner. Don't get him wrong, he loves you so so much, but that's exactly why he CAN'T let you die.

His experiments are all about basically achieving godhood, and with Crackpots help he will most likely find a way to deny you the possibility of passing away. He'll find a way, maybe tether your SELF to your own body, maybe a Gen 3 so you never have to hurt again?

He plans this all without your knowledge too, not wanting you to be upset as he knows you've made up your mind. But his jealousy and greed doesn't let him accept the fact you'll be gone, and from then on you notice you're no longer allowed in his office whenever Dr. Crackpot appears.

[anastasius-writes]

Director Phobos x Female Pacifist Assistant head cannons? :3

Director's right hand

I honestly HATE HATE HATE his boss fight </3 But despite this he's really well written and I hope this lives up to it.

It's like second nature for Nevadans to be hostile, so it's only normal for the man in charge of one of the biggest organizations specialising in combat and research to make weapons to be curious about you, someone working for him who stands against the very thing he endorses.

His favoritism towards you became obvious when he assigned you a brand new role no one had before, which allowed you to come and go through his office as you pleased, use up more resources than most workers could and no lab was off-access to you.

Deadlines became more of a suggestion, your desk was always full of refilled stationary, and your co-workers stopped stealing your lunch, little things begin to add up into a completely new lifestyle for you.

And a thing that surprised you even more was even though you had climbed up the corporate ladder, your job became less and less straining unlike most would imagine. You went from whatever job you had assigned which took up Maker knows how many hours of your life up to Director Phobos' esteemed assistant who mostly deals with paperwork, organization and fetching.

Your co-workers instead picked up more and more work, and none dared to complain about it for reasons unknown to you. Whenever you offered to help them they would turn pale and immediately refuse.

Phobos has a God complex, we all know this, and with this comes a need for praise and borderline worship, how does he get this from you? By spoiling you rotten and partially isolating you.

And yes, the budget for all of his nexus experiments and project still gets spent on what they are designated for, I don't think he'd be selfless enough to give up projects he's so passionate about. But I refuse to believe any leftovers or surplus he earns is not spent on himself and you.

No one in the office really understands how you two got together, but you are.

When you two finally get together, I think his complex would get even worse. You accepting his offer to date makes his ego skyrocket.

Your first kiss together involves him dramatically taking off his cloak and putting it over you shoulders, using it to pull you closer to kiss you after instructing you to carefully undo the bandages over this lips.

Uses your title as his assistant as an excuse to drag you around to the meetings he attends, having you stand a little too close to his chair, fingers brushing against yours as you pass him the paperwork he needs at the time.

But some of those meetings you are ordered to leave from by him, usually only when things do not go the way he desires. You figure its because he's come to respect your pacifism ever so slightly, and doesn't want you to see what could or did happen to the other people in the room.

Phobos is a busy man, plotting to become a god is busy business! So a lot of your time with him is spent on walks around Nexus tower. But worry not, he does take you out every now and then to wherever you want.

Well, if you want to visit some run down bar he will have objections, such as 'We are ROYALTY. And you want us to visit THIS slum? Why not the more lavish bars?' or 'My beloved, people of our positions no longer mingle with just anyone, reconsider.' But ultimately if you are dead set on going somewhere he doesn't fancy, he will reluctantly go.

Work while you're sick is a no-go, you are sent home immediately the second the Director catches onto the fact you're sick. But if you do somehow manage to stay in work and exhaust yourself to the point of falling asleep at your desk, you will find yourself waking in a room you don't recognize, tucked in comfortably into a bed way too big for you, and a familiar red cloak wrapped neatly around you like a cocoon.

[anastasius-writes]

Yoai plz in my mouth

well yes that's what I kinda do

[mycandyfire]

Suda doing suda stuff

[warframestuff]

Styanax Prime Concept Art by Liger Inuzuka

[agent-rot]

doodles

[din-31]

I like GO3LM.

I have a headcanon that Goyle is actually a stage fighter who sets up these battles just to find a worthy opponent for a grand show. He’s the final boss 🙂‍↕️

[anastasius-writes]

Silver x Reader

Silver comes back home with so much alcohol to drink with Reader (Alcoholic spent all her bounty money on booze).

Silver is a a gentle drunk so Reader gets to feel how fluffy Silver's ears actually are.

Reader has to help her to bed afterwords guaranteed.

Just some fluff (Waiter waiter some more fluff please)

Drunken surprise

Sorry for taking so long, the enemy Jerma kept locking me in hell.

The rain was unrelenting as you stumbled home, you and Silver moving slowly as you carried each other forwards. Despite the constant bombardment of cold water on your bodies you two still giggled and laughed the whole way home, still not over a joke one of you had told the other at the bar. Before you knew it the keyhole of the door to your shared apartment was in front of you, scratch marks from the key not finding its destination from previous nights just like this marring the reflective surface.

But back then you two weren't together, Silver didn't have another person there to try and fail comically at guiding her hand with the key into the lock, more scratches marring the shiny surface of the metal lock from a few attempts before you both successfully managed to insert the key where it belonged, twisting it to finally open the door to home sweet home and damn near tumbling onto the floor when the door opened.

"It's so stuffy in here." Silver grumbled, running her hand over her wet face as she leaned back on the now closed door.

"Probably 'cause we left the heating on, give me a sec." You replied, taking off your soaked shoes and slipping on some crocks, walking to the console to lower the temperature when you heard a thud from the other room.

You returned to find your girlfriend had fallen over and a mist of water had settled on the surroundings. Of course. Even while drunk and unable to stand still she'd still think that shaking herself off was a good idea. Now she was half-laying on a wet leather sofa like a wet dog.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing a dry towel and tossing it over her while you dried yourself off with your own.

"Rude."

"And you're stupid. You could've hurt yourself. Why didn't you wait for me to get you a towel?"

You saw her shrug her shoulders under the towel she had not made any attempt to take off yet.

"You're so needy."

"And you always provide." She snickered.

Being responsible you changed into dry clothes before helping her dry off and change before moving to dry her hair and ears with her towel. You two were sat on the floor with your shoulders leaning on the sofa cushions when you the cloth in your hands was suddenly tossed aside by Silver who proceeded to grab your hand and place them back to the back of her ears.

"Oh wow."

"Shut uppp."

You smiled at her comment before continuing to pet and scratch the back of her ears, fingers gently fondling the fur that had gained a slight curl due to the rain.

"You wanna go upstairs?" You whispered, pressing a kiss to the tip of her ear which twitched at the contact.

"Not really." She replied as she slapped her hands onto the sofa cushion she was resting her head against.

"Alright." You stood up, holding your hand out to help her up which she took.

Unfortunately all the work was done by you as your stubborn girlfriend put zero effort into helping herself up which earned her a shove onto the couch when she was finally vertical. Your victory was short lived however as she pulled you down to lay atop of her.

"You don't want some water for tomorrow?"

"Nuh, tomorrows problem."

"It is tomorrow."

"I really can't win with you." She ran her fingers through your hair as she looked down at you with a smile. "I'll handle myself just fine, don't worry."

"I love you."

There was a pause, Silver wasn't used to showing affection. The moment dragged on so long you were on the verge of sleep when you heard her whisper.

"love you too."

[trespaxxer]

now watching earthspark

[bad-intentixns]

nudes are art so you ain’t a hoe you a vincent van ghoe

[anastasius-writes]

Yarael poof

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God he's so fucking ugly </3 I think I'd actually die if I ever made eye contact with that thing

[anastasius-writes]

Follie x Reader - NSFW please

Follie's hunt has multiple copies of Follie appearing. This could be for gamplay purposes or completely accurate to lore. Either or since Follie hated painting the lies she was told to, wouldn't she like to paint her muse experiencing pleasure? Since love is 'most powerful emotion' and her muse's pleasure is from her love? Which she knows is true. By the way Ssnce Follie was forced to paint lies she most definitely takes consent into the equation, how she asks for it, I have yet to think of.

Picture perfect pleasure

I can't even say something along the lines of "DE doesn't know what monsters they created" since they simp for Follie too </3 Anyways lets get into this.

You couldn't quite describe what you were feeling right now, your skin was burning but not in a painful way, quite the opposite in fact. Your breath was so hot against the air it created vapor clouds every time you exhaled, your lips raw from how you've been biting them for the past… you honestly couldn't tell anymore.

NSFW under the cut - MDNI

Your teeth pressed against your bottom lip in a feeble attempt to muffle your noises from an imaginary audience, as if there was someone other than you and her here in the present moment. But her fingers would always gently coax your lip free before any further damage could be done.

Speaking of hands, you felt them everywhere. Constantly moving, caressing, gripping. Her fingers flexing and relaxing against your skin and stroking your most intimate places. Pleasure sparked through your body, your legs twitching from the sensation. You'd lost count of how many times she'd made you tip over the edge into bliss by now. The looping sound of the music box gave you absolutely no sense of how much time had passed since you'd indulged her request which she asked you ever so sweetly for.

You allowed your head to tip down, flexing your aching neck to look down at what used to be random strokes and spots of ink trying to dry across your skin, its attempts futile as the sweat on your body kept it wet for soft fingertips to spread it across your body into beautiful swirls and paths. The black substance created mesmerizing patterns and unique shapes which you could swear continued to move on their own but you assumed your current state was making you imagine things.

The air caught in your throat as a familiar feeling sneaked up on you. Your vision got gradually more blurry from how good the build up felt, the warmth spreading from your core out through your muscles making the cold air and ink against your bare skin feel oh so welcoming. You let your head lean back as loving hands wiped away your tears before they rolled down the side of your face. Those same hands tilted your head to look in the direction of one of her many clone's face. The warm material of her helm where you assumed her lips would be pressed against your lips before pulling away, booping your nose with a clean fingertip as the other hands exploring you began to slow.

"Ensure the subject is prepared to continue." A familiar elegant voice echoed from the speakers of the relay, the Follies tilted their heads as they looked at you squirming, biting back a whine as you mourned the sudden loss of friction and movement when you were so, so close.

"I'm okay Follie, please-"

You looked towards the 'original' Follie who was stood a small distance away, a canvas angled so she could see both you and what she was painting. Her palms pressed against the curve of her hips as her fingers tapped against her plating in a steady rhythm, taking your words into consideration and nodding a moment after. Her fingers curled around her brush once more and movement from her clones resumed.

She carefully dragged her brush against the canvas, looking up from time to time to properly take in the sight of what state her touch could put you in. Familiar laughter spread like echoes across a corridor through her clones which surrounded you. But it was not the intimidating, forced laugh she put on during her hunts when she became enraged but a relaxed, carefree sound of genuine joy.

You wanted to laugh along with them, your lips curling into a smile but quickly parting to let another moan spill out as your legs tensed up. Your vision blurred once more and your fingers tangled with those of two of the hands exploring you, gripping on for dear life as the rest of her clones supported your weight and movements. You felt their grip tightening and easing as your body began to shake. Your back arched, fresh tears of pleasure rolling down your face for the nth time that night.

When you calmed down, you heard slow, controlled clapping from the one by the canvas. It appeared that she was finished with her project. She set the canvas aside to dry as her clones used old towels to wipe the sweat off of your body, smudging the ink patterns as they tried to dry you off but stains remained. You found it adorable how desperately they wanted to clean you up, your fingers gently traced the side of one of the Follie's helm, guiding her into a smooch.

"Its okay, I like the way it looks."

They seemed to beam at that, looking over the river of marks that flowed over your skin that they had created, taking pride in every little detail as the ink finally sunk into your skin. You were aware you wouldn't be able to transfer back into your warframe until you had completely washed it off but you honestly couldn't care less at the moment as your girlfriend and her many clones held you so lovingly and carefully as if you were a statue of glass.