A Comic Version Of One Scene From A (long) SCP Tales Series I Wrote In December 2021 On SCP-FR, Minuit

A comic version of one scene from a (long) SCP Tales series I wrote in December 2021 on SCP-FR, Minuit Moins Cinq (Five Minutes to Midnight on -INT). I couldn't find anyone to beta read the English version I posted on -INT but thankfully a friend helped me fix the English version of this comic at least

Anyway enjoy two of my idiots trying to find one of their friends who keeps running away from his problems and has decided to hide somewhere in the Library

any fic recs of Andreil where they're parents (from ao3) thanks!!!!

Hi!

If you haven't seen it previously then you might find something you like in this post, look for the "Andrew and Neil with kids" section

And here are some new parents andreil fic recs!

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Arlo Minyard-Josten Series

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Andreil's Adventures in Parenthood series

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[An die Freude]

Summary: An incident from Isis' childhood comes back to her in an unexpected way. Word count: 12,000 | Rating: T

“Do you know what I wanted at fourteen?” Isis returned the smile, with an unsettled sigh, oddly relieved. Here was the balance of pain: he’d rather talk about this than that. “Tell me.” “I spent a lot of time thinking about beating my stepfather to death with his nine iron.” “A nine iron?” “A golf club. The heaviest one, with the greatest slope. For hitting the ball with maximum loft.” Isis considered that cynical, canny little smile. “You wanted him to die.” “He’s the subject. I wanted to be the agent. I wanted to do it. However: that old bastard beat me to it. Or, to put it in your terms, destiny got to him before I did.” A thousand possible replies flared through her mind. Do you really want to live with your father’s blood on your hands? Don’t we want to be better than them? Malik did what you wanted and it almost destroyed us. It was not your destiny to kill him. It was your destiny to survive him. “That’s what you wanted,” she said. “But it’s not what you needed.”

A/N: (AGED UP) trustshipping, but it's really about isis and her childhood and post-canon struggles and kaiba is just there to be annoying <3 rishid and malik are also here. read for romance and fluff and ancient egyptian mythology and my love for berlin, one of my favorite cities i've ever visited. enjoy, kind comments and kudos are always welcome!

I WANT FOR AO3 TO HAVE A FILTER TO TAKE OUT ALL THE FICS I'VE ALREADY READ CUS MAN I'VE READ A LOT

“apologize”

the word rang through your dizzy and blurry head- trying to breathe while your cheek pressed down onto pillows with every swing of nanami’s hips. you hadn’t seen his face for the better part of half an hour now.

having used every shaky word you were allowed to use in his presence with slip ups like these.

too needy, begging and vying for his attention so badly it slipped you into an uneasy and frankly snappy attitude. directing it to everyone except for him… until he stood directly in front of you with inquisitive questions as to why a pout was painted on your lips. arms crossed and straining against the pressed shirt that had absolutely no give.

heart sinking down to your tummy when your answer was uncharacteristically sour and borderline mean. accusing your sweet, overworking man of prioritizing work over you- lips snapped shut when he stepped forward and promptly pressed his fingers on either side of your cheeks and squeezing tight enough that there was a panic crawling up the base of your skull. hand immediately coming to try and pry his hand off before you thought better.

settling for the way he tugged you away and brought you to the point you were currently at- screaming and crying into the pillow saturated with tears and drool he had mercilessly fucked out of you.

messy cock bullying your poor cunt now after he deemed your mouth raw enough; ensuing you’d think twice about speaking to him like that.

he was good to you, patient- understanding when you got into your head over the silliest things and speaking before thinking. he could dismiss that; but he had been strung too tight, already missing you like you were him and being received in a manner where your kindness wasn’t there struck a cord within him that he preferred to swallow back.

but it was fine, he’d be here to straighten out any attitude you’d catch with him.

smiling when he saw you try and look back at him, knowing your lips were still sore and swollen from his thick cock previously. eyes barely able to meet his, rolling back every time he stopped and pressed his hips into the fat of your ass down so hard he knew it hurt.

stomach clenching with the painted look of hurt painted your pretty face.

“apologize for making me treat you like this.”

nanami spoke, reaching down to grab one swell of fat- spreading you open to see for himself the spattered wetness of orgasms ruined circling the base of his cock.

trying to keep the shiver that had him audibly groan down when your whole being spasmed at the words he directed towards your barely lucid self.

letting you suck in tufts of air before your lips trembled trying to form every syllable.

“‘m sorry.” it was warbled, every letter shaky and pitchy. a pathetic attempt in the midst of his hips pistoning in and out of you, swallowing after every word with the feeling that his cock itself was in your throat.

“nanami- ‘m sorry.” you whimpered, shame and embarrassment curling so tight in your stomach you could mistake it for a hot orgasm, ripped away when he finally ceased.

finally curled his body down to feel your heated skin, hand kept at the base of your neck but this time moving your head to bring your lips to his own. kissing you like he intended the first time he came back to you.

sweet and warm, silently apologizing in his own right for how he’d handled it- not regretting a single thing, but apologizing for the act itself.

“it’s okay, sweetheart- i’m here.” he whispered.

“good now, yeah?” nanami wondered, waiting for the nod of your head before finally lifting off you- eager himself to give you everything you wanted. knowing it was his fault for indulging you, especially like this.

waiting with a salivating mouth for the sight and feel of every messy orgasm he’d fuck out of you yet.

It's supposed to be Ion before he became the Grand Karcist, breaking the veil of reality and coming face to face with Yaldabaoth.

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