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Duty & Sacrifice | Claimant Pt 2

summary: your wedding to jace will happen whether you and aemond like it or not; even still, you know where you truly belong

pairing: dark!brother!aemond x sister!reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, dark aemond, threats against jace, jace slander do not come at me you were warned, blood purest aemond like he's voldemort coded idk he loves that valyrian o neg, breeding kink, fingering, unprotected sex, piv sex, biting, brief hand on neck, possessive aemond, obsessive aemond, let me know if i missed anything!

word count: 3.7k

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“Oh, you look absolutely beautiful, Princess,” your lady’s maid coos over your shoulder while she finishes tying the laces at the back of your gown, eliciting a chorus of echoing hums and titters of agreement from the other women fluttering about your chambers. 

“Thank you, Kella,” you murmur, meeting her gaze in the mirror, your lips stretched into a thin, tight smile. Even in your periphery, the sight of the ivory dress makes your stomach turn and twist into barbarous knots and you quickly glance away. You try to ignore the pang of guilt that eats at your heart as you keep your eyes trained on the shelves beside the mirror, silently reciting the name of each book stacked on them over and over again, anything to keep your mind occupied. 

It only halfway works, just as it had every time before – every other time you stood in this exact same spot as the tailor measured and fitted your dress, as you discussed hairstyles with your maids, as you chose jewelry with your mother. Helaena had spent weeks, hours upon hours, sewing bead after bead into the alabaster fabric, creating intricate patterns of florals giving way to flames, and you could hardly bring yourself to look at it. 

If I don’t look, it’s not real. If I don’t look, it’s not real, the words, foolish as they were, echoed in your mind for the millionth time as your maids added final touches to your outfit – sliding your feet into shoes and clasping on various ornate jewels. 

“Should we finish the hair first or get the cloak on first?” You hear one of your lady’s maids ask another, somewhere off to the side. 

“Mm, I think the cloak,” another one answers; you can hear the doors of your wardrobe being pulled open, “Her tiara may get snagged otherwise.”

Glimmers of red from the small garnet gemstones decorating your gown create bloody splotches in your periphery as morning sunlight filters through your windows; your mind begins to wander again despite your best efforts and crimson quickly gives way to hues of sapphire. Absent-mindedly, you dig your nails into your cuticles as you recall that night. The events play out behind your eyes like they have time and time again in the weeks between then and now – the pin-pricked chill you’d felt from his gaze, the way his whispered promises made your heart ache with a confusing whirlwind of longing and dread, the way his hands had felt against your skin. The sound of your blood pumping wildly in your veins drowns out any other noise as his voice echoes in your head. 

“Prove your devotion to me, my Strong girl,” he had commanded, directing your attention to the hilt of his dagger. And you had, the memories of it make you shiver even now. 

You had.

But it didn’t matter because here you are, clad in an ivory gown that may as well be a death shroud for all the joy it brings you.

“Princess?” A little gasp falls from your lips as you’re hoisted out of your reverie and your eyes finally focus on Kella standing before you, matching cloak in hand. 

“My apologies,” you say, managing a little chuckle, “I’m not sure where my head was at.” 

“No trouble, Princess,” Kella smiles, waving a hand dismissively, “I’m sure you’re eager to get the day started, marrying a prince and all.”

“Eager, yes,” you sigh, forced smile falling flat the second she looks away. The back of your throat tightens when you catch sight of yourself in the mirror and, for the umpteenth time today, you try desperately to ignore the urge to run – to sprint all the way to the Dragonpit, mount Silverwing, and go. Instead, you swallow down the sick feeling in your gut and compel yourself to be still as Kella drapes the cloak over your shoulders, the red silk underlining enveloping you in a sanguine veil. 

Just as she’s about to fasten it to the little ties at the shoulders of your gown, the doors to your chambers bang open, causing both of you to jump as your heads whip toward the sound of the noise. 

“Prince Aemond,” Kella says breathlessly, draping the cloak over an arm and curtsying politely. 

“Get out,” he murmurs lowly, violet eye not moving from yours as he stands at the doorway, arms tucked behind his back, “I wish to have a moment alone with my sister.” Your heart hammers so wildly that you’re amazed the sound of it doesn’t echo off the walls – that it doesn’t burst in your chest. 

You don’t miss the uncertain glances your maids give one another, though they ultimately nod their heads. A small chorus of, “Yes, your highness,” rises around you as they scurry from the room; Kella quickly drapes your cloak over the back of your vanity chair before leaving as well, the doors to your chambers closing behind her. 

Aemond quickly locks them, the barest hint of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips for a precious second as he does so, before turning to you. Your brows furrow as nervousness builds within you, nails digging into your cuticles as you desperately study the neutral expression on his face as he stalks toward you. 

“Don’t you look breathtaking, sweet sister,” his eye sweeps over your form as he speaks and you feel as if every ounce of air is pressed from your lungs when he gently grasps at your chin, angling your face up toward his when he comes to a stop before you. 

“How did you get in here?” You question, hating how feeble your voice sounds, how your heart slows the second he touches you. Your question is a valid one, though – your mother had taken great caution in the weeks following the night of your betrothal feast to keep you and your brother as separated as possible. 

He chuckles as he tilts your face to the side, exposing your neck. “Someone may have delivered an anonymous tip to Cole informing him of a supposed smallfolk revolt brewing in Flea Bottom,” you don’t miss the twitch of a victorious smile on his lips, “Of course, the Gold Cloaks had to attend to it – we wouldn’t want anything ruining such a… joyous day. Once they were gone, it was easy enough to slip from the Sept and make my way back here.”

“You’ve been planning,” his eye stays fixed on the ruby necklace clasped around your neck as you speak, though he hums in acknowledgement at your words. After another few seconds of heavy silence, you cannot help but huff and jerk your chin from his careful grip, “Did you come here to merely ogle at me or do you need something?”

“Mm,” he hums, narrowing his eye for just the barest of seconds, “There is something I need indeed, Strong girl.”

“Don’t call me that!” You snap, the little huff of laughter he gives only makes you more agitated. He turns his back to you and stalks over to your vanity; it’s only then that you see he’s holding a small box behind his back, “What is that?”

“Only a little wedding present,” Aemond drawls, violet eye meeting yours in the mirror as he runs his fingers over the soft ivory silk of your cloak; his nose twitches in disgust, the most subtle of movements that you’re sure only you are able to spot. 

“Can… can I see it?”

Another twitch of his lips, a little pulling at the corners, just enough for you to know he’s satisfied about something, makes your heart squeeze in your chest. Whatever game he’s playing at, whatever imaginary battle he’s thought up in his mind, he’s winning. 

Am I even fighting back? Do I want to?

Silently, he makes his way back over to you, each heavy step a nail in your proverbial coffin. He’s standing before you again, long hair spilling over the shoulders of his tunic like a pearlescent waterfall, held back from his face by two thin braids that join in the back. 

Finally, he opens the box, carefully sliding the lid off. Your lips part as you stare down at the contents, eyes as wide as the moon as it feels like all the air has been sucked from the room. 

“I had it made by the finest craftsman in the city,” he murmurs, eye gleaming with pride at your stunned reaction, “Do you like it, little one?”

“I… Aemond, I…,” you stammer, at a loss for words as you look over the necklace resting on a bed of soft cloth. Made from a breathtaking assortment of pearls, the attention to detail is immaculate; each milky white stone is threaded onto a fine silver chain, all leading to a gleaming deep blue sapphire in the center, framed by the figure of a small silver dragon. “I-It’s gorgeous, brother, I… thank you.”

“You deserve only the best,” he purrs, watching closely as you reach up and carefully run your fingers over the glittering stones, “Shall I put it on you?”

“I already have a neck –” You start, only for a loud gasp to rip itself from your throat as Aemond tears the ruby necklace from you, the delicate gold chains easily snapping and sending dozens of tiny rosy stones clattering to the floor. All you can do is gape at him, one hand grazing against the place on your neck where the necklace once sat. 

Meanwhile, your brother’s violet eye merely follows a few of the stones as they skid across the stone floors. “Pity,” he tuts, stalking around you like a lion would its prey before stopping behind you and meeting your gaze in the mirror. 

“Do you have any idea who that necklace bel–”

“I don’t give a shit about who it belonged to,” he hisses, reaching over your shoulder and grabbing your jaw, forcing your head to turn back enough to meet his heated stare, “All that matters is that you belong to me, not some sniveling fucking bastard who shall only bring you ruin.”

He stares at you for a second more as if trying to drive the point somehow further into your heart before finally releasing your chin, smirking at the little shiver that runs down your spine when he skims his fingers over your neck. 

Your eyes flutter shut as he delicately sweeps the hair away from the back of your neck before pressing a soft kiss there, only to trail more down the crook of your neck and shoulder; time seems to slow for a moment while you savor the feel of his lips against your skin and your chest tightens when he groans. 

He huffs when he straightens back up, like being apart from you, even if only by a few scant inches, is painful – a feeling you know all too well. Opening your eyes, you watch as he carefully clasps the sapphire necklace around your neck. The larger middle stone sits perfectly at the base of your neck, the rich blue hue sparkles beautifully against your skin. 

“Flawless,” he says lowly, gently kissing just below your ear before trailing his eye up to the floor-length mirror the two of you stand before, hands resting on your waist, “We look perfect together, don’t we, little one?”

Automatically, you nod your head, unable to separate your gaze from the mirror. He’s right, he always is. The two of you simply fit together – perfect compliments of the other. 

He smiles lazily over your shoulder and pulls you closer against him, relishing in the small gasp that leaves your lips as his length presses against you, already half-hard and wanting. “Yes, you and I were meant to be together,” he breathes, slowly pulling up the skirts of your gown, “You may be marrying that traitorous little cunt, but you’ll belong to me soon enough, sweet sister.”

Your brows furrow at that and you start to question him, ask what exactly he means, but before you can utter a word, a feeble, stuttering moan is wrenched from your lips instead. Aemond holds you steady, keeping one hand firmly around your waist, as the other fits itself between your thighs; you’re helpless to do much else than watch yourself fall apart in the mirror as his lithe fingers slip through your already drenched center.

A pleased hum reverberates against the side of your jaw as he presses soft kisses against your neck, ravenous eye glued to your chest as it rises and falls with sharp pants, your breasts heaving beneath the bodice of your wedding dress.

“Promise me you won’t let him touch you,” your brother growls, swirling his fingers around your already aching pearl with practiced ease, “Swear to me that I am the only one who will ever claim you, sweet girl.”

“A-Aemond, I…,” you gasp, already having to fight through the fog in your mind to remain upright, much less speak, “Brother, please!”

“Swear it!” He snarls, biting harshly at your shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark. 

“I promise, I promise!” You quickly concede, the truth willingly spilling from you. You did not want anyone else, you never had – your gaze had been firmly set on Aemond for as long as you could remember. Your heart had soared with hope when Aegon and Helaena’s betrothal was announced, only for those hopes to be squashed when you were all but promised to Jace not too long after Aemond’s eye had been taken – doomed to a marriage built on regrets. 

Your older brother had felt the same from an earlier age still, always doting on you, even as a child. He loves Helaena, yes, but his heart had only been yours. His screams still echo in your mind – the only time he’d ever raised his voice at your mother, when he’d stormed into her chambers as soon as Aegon had taunted him with news of the raven from Driftmark. 

But it was the same each time, excuses of repairing relations and making amends, commands for you and Aemond both to grow up – to make sacrifices for the realm. 

Was I ever more than a lamb raised for slaughter? That question has kept you up for more hours than you care to admit. Now, watching in the mirror as a man who is not your betrothed brings you to heel on the morning of a day you have mourned for years, the dam inside you finally bursts – you are tired of bowing to duty. 

“Aemond, please!” You gasp, nearly crying as the fog in your mind finally lifts, “Please, take me, please!”

He pauses at that, the fingers on your aching bud stopping as his eye flicks up to yours. His eye is studying, calculating while he looks over you — there is a terrible relief in being finally, truly seen. “Is that what you wish?” He hums, chuckling when you pant as his fingers circle your dripping entrance, “To be filled with me, little one?”

You’re nodding before he’s even finished the question, desperate whines spilling from you as he slips his hand from between your legs, only long enough to loosen the ties at the front of his trousers.

“I’ll breed this sweet cunt,” he grunts, the arm around your waist moving to hook securely around your chest while the other grabs at his length, positioning it at your entrance as you hold your skirts out of the way in a trembling grasp, “Give you a pure Valyrian babe, just as you deserve.”

All of the air is knocked from your lungs as he pushes into you, spearing you on his cock in one swift motion. Your fingers abandon your skirts to instead claw helplessly at the arm draped over your chest, knees nearly buckling as Aemond pauses long enough for you to adjust. 

“Gods!” You whimper as he sets a punishing pace from the outset, though the harsh thrusts feel like paradise after being deprived of his mere presence for so long. Your head droops forward as he snakes a hand around your hip to begin rubbing at your pearl yet again, lucid enough to know that the two of you are operating on borrowed time. 

“You have always been mine, all of you,” he gasps, watching as your bodies writhe together in the mirror. After a moment, he growls and grabs at your neck, forcing your head up until your eyes meet his. “That’s it, sweet girl,” he praises, leaning forward to kiss and nip at your neck and shoulder, “You’re mine, you’re mine…”

You nod as best you can as he chants the words again and again like a prayer, pushing his length in and out of you in time with each one, until your mind is nothing but a cacophony of mine, mine, mine. 

“I-I’m, Gods, I’m – Aemond!” You all but sob, the knot in your stomach that had been pitifully winding itself for weeks finally about to unravel as your cunt tightens around him, his grunts and growls in response only pushing you further to the end. 

“Do it,” he commands, redoubling his efforts on your bud, his other hand scrambling frantically to grasp at your stomach, “Let go and I’ll breed you, I’ll give you a babe, our babe, little one. Let go for me, let go.”

His muttered command sends shivers down your spine and you’re powerless to do much else other than obey and your eyes squeeze shut and your lips part as a harsh, shuddering cry is knocked out of you; fire seems to ignite every cell within you as you pulse around his length. Your knees buckle when your high washes over you, Aemond’s grip around your waist the only thing keeping you upright. 

“Good girl, good girl,” he murmurs, the sound of his voice just barely cutting through the rush of blood in your ears. A handful of thrusts later and he stills against you, growling and squeezing you to within an inch of your life as he fills you, cock twitching. 

You both still for a moment, harsh pants filling your chambers as you catch your breath. You whine when Aemond finally pulls his softening length from you, though he shushes you sweetly before leading you to your vanity chair and sitting you down. 

“I don’t want to marry him,” you whisper suddenly, sniffling softly as tears sting the back of your eyes, “I don’t w-want to, Aemond, I –”

“Shh, shh,” he says softly, gently cupping your cheek and angling your face up toward his, “There’s nothing we can do to change today, as much as it pains me. Were it possible, I would gut him in the Sept and stake my claim to you then and there, Gods be damned, I –” 

He pauses, cutting himself off with a harsh sigh, “I will have you, I swear it. I will not fail again.” 

Were it any other time, the dark shadow that lingers behind his words would give you pause, would frighten you as they have before. 

Now, though, they settle over you like a warm blanket – there is a safety in this fear. Aemond, for all his faults, is nothing if not determined. 

Whatever surety had settled within you only an hour before is swiftly and sharply pushed from your mind as you exit the carriage and climb the many steps up to the doors of the Great Sept of Baelor, unsteady even with Aegon at your side. 

By the grace of the Gods, Aemond had managed to slip from your chambers, and supposedly from the Red Keep, unseen by all except your lady’s maids, and they had all been sworn to secrecy long ago. Once he had gone, they filed back in and had blessedly made no mention of the intrusion as they bustled about you yet again – quickly braiding your hair through the prongs of your tiara and securing your cloak to your shoulders. 

They knew better than to ask about the sapphire clasped around your neck, or about the mess of rubies on the floor.

Your eldest brother, however, had not been so forgiving; his dark eyes had narrowed the moment you were seated together in the carriage. “Today, sister? Really?” He had teased, a dangerous spark in his eyes.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you had grumbled, clenching your legs together as you sat. 

“Hm,” he hummed, chuckling softly, “Maybe I’ll soon be mother’s favorite after all.”

“We stand here in the sight of Gods and men to witness the union of man and wife,” the septon’s booming voice fills the Sept as you stand together with Jacaerys, your hands in his, “One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.”

You try your hardest to keep your eyes trained to his, to keep your lips crooked into a smile, but all you can focus on is the two stares practically searing your flesh. 

Alicent’s face swam in your vision, the way her cheeks had paled when she had caught sight of the jewelry clasped around your neck, at the guilty look in your eyes. You can feel hers boring into you now and you have no doubt her jaw is clenched, her fingers bloodied and raw. 

The other stare makes your skin prickle, much as it did on the night of your betrothal feast. You keep inwardly scolding yourself, again and again, as your eyes lock with Aemond’s every few seconds as he stands at the base of the steps to your side. 

“In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity,” the septon continues, gesturing to you and Jace, “Look upon one another and say the words.”

“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger,” you recite together, all the while you desperately try to ignore the hollow, aching pit slowly opening itself in the very center of your chest.

“I am hers and she is mine,” Jace murmurs, dark gaze fixed solely on yours as he squeezes your hands, a terrible longing in his stare, “From this day, until the end of my days.”

“I am his and he is mine,” you say, each word feeling like a knife being twisted in your gut, “From this day until the end of my days.”

The septon gestures once more for the two of you to step closer together; it takes all of your restraint not to gasp when you feel a rivulet of Aemond’s spend leak down your thigh as you do. 

“With this kiss, I pledge my love,” Jace says softly. His warm hands cup your cheeks before he leans in but when your lips touch, all you see is sapphire.

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I'll break every bone in your body while naning them pt.1

A story of an army doctor... and how they learn to take your strength into account.

Ok, im so so so sooooo sorry for not updating, life has been chaos lately but but but i bring to you a tiny story about the time someone tried to fuck around and found out.

Platonic!T.F.141 x reader, Minor Injuries , bit of OOC T.F. 141, pining!reader, Sexual Harassment (they get what they deserve), Not proofread

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So medic!reader who’s all sunshine and cutey and nice, all soft curves and chubby cheeks and soft giggles but… strong. Like FREAKISHLY strong, there’s a reason your threat to Johnny wasn’t taken lightly by the others, they’ve seen you and they KNOW that you absolutely will do it.

What happened? Well it went like this: 

One of the rare night’s out where you’re allowed a tiny leave you went to the pub with the guys, them being a little reluctant to you being there but at the end won over by puppy eyes and a promised first round. 

We ALL know that civilian clothes do wonders for the boys, not really their usual outfits but …

GOOOOOD 

The black jeans hugging Ghost’s powerful thighs and the deep gray loose hoodie (god knows where he got it cause… THAT’S a BIG MAN)covering almost every inch of skin. His blonde hair covered by a black cap with a few tufts peeking out of it, his face covered by a black surgical mask along with his black combat boots already making him look as his usually sexy scary self. Not that you were looking…

Johnny wore khaki shorts and mountain trainers (why? Idk he looks like a guy who would do it uwu specially if it’s cold af) A loose white t-shirt, though “loose” it’s a mild way to put it… The man is built like a tank (he has massive pillowy strong titties, fight me) so the shirt expands across his well formed chest, letting the fabric drop over his stomach. And don’t even get me started on the way the sleeves FIGHT to stay in one piece, his arms are almost the size of your face, his biceps bulging with every flex aaaand maybe stoooop staring.

Kyle decided on a bit more of a soft approach, dark blue jeans that seemed a bit too tight but not as intense as Ghost’s but still it was a nice view from the back, the light brown sweater he had on concealed a bit of the muscles he had built over the years, Key Word: A bit. The sweater bulged over the muscles of his arms and hugged his toned chest in every perfect way. Along with his freshly groomed mustache and beard… Kyle was a vision; the warm energy he exuded was enough to send your head spinning in the most delicious way.

The captain had a navy blue t-shirt, his strong arms making it seem tighter than intended, although not as tight as Johnny’s, the small pudge of belly hanging beautifully over his dark blue jeans, the dark brown belt and trainer boots tying it all together. His mutton chops recently groomed making him look even hotter than he already is (I swear to GOD Price has me on a chokehold 😍 Such a fine MAN 🤤) 

Walking down the road to the jeep issued for your unit, you missed the glances headed your way from the boys, a cute warm baby pink sweater exposing your neckline and some of your shoulders, the cleavage stopping just right above your chest line, sleeves rolled up a bit to prevent them from getting in the way, tight ripped clear blue jeans paired with pink converse make you look even younger than you were, your (h/c) pulled back a bit just enough to get the hair out of your face by pins with a few strands falling from them. The boys knew that you’re a beautiful girl, seeing you in the more laid back outfit without the military issued uniform had them quickly looking away when you turned to look at them.

You took the middle seat with Kyle and Johnny by your sides, Simon climbed in at the copilot seat and the captain was driving. The drive to the pub was calm with a small talk with Kyle about the type of music you both enjoyed, Johnny joined in the conversation every now and then , Price smiled a bit at the sight of you getting along better with the team and even felt his grip on the wheel loosen a bit but he knew it was only temporary. Simon tried really hard to maintain his eyes on the road but his eyes couldn’t help but to deviate to the rear view mirror where he had a perfect view of your jean clad legs, the fat of your thighs relaxing against the hard seat of the jeep making it really hard for him to tear his eyes away.

However Simon was not the only one to notice the soft edges of your body moving and jiggling with the movement of the truck

Johnny had his arm placed around your headrest and everytime he turned to join the conversation he felt his side squishing you and it felt so good, the urge to just hug you by the waist and bury his head in your pretty tummy was…  Intense

He was known to be some sort of a flirt and had a very friendly way with people, but lately he was being a bit short with you. You attributed it to the stress of the missions so when the opportunity came to take some sort of leave you took the chance, much to the starting annoyance of the team. They still treated you kindly but it was kind of disheartening.

When you arrived at the pub Kyle helped you down the van and offered his arm for you to take - Such a gentleman, Sarge.- You smiled up at him and took his arm into yours,  your other hand resting over it. Your chest pressing against his arm was so soft and so warm, he felt himself blush as he smiled back at you.

Once inside it seemed like they had a designated table, the bartender smiled up at them and wave them at a tabla at the back -I’ll be right there boys!- a cute smile adorning his features he seemed well acquainted with them

John thanked him and led the way to the table with Simon and Johnny following behind both you and Kyle announced you were going for the drinks. The guys shouted back at you what they wanted and you headed up to the bar.

As you were walking a sudden slap at your booty had you wiping your head so fast Kyle thought you might snap your neck. It was all so sudden so you didn’t had the chance to pinpoint who the bastard was, but Kyle did.

An older man with obviously a lot to drink laughed loudly at your face along with his friends, Kyle immediately went up to grab him but the friends of the other men had you surrounded in a matter of moments.

-What’s tha matta, soldier boy? Yer net gonna tell me that fat ass wasn made to be slap’d aroun’ aren’t ya?-

If the look full of fury didn’t kill the man the right hook to the chin must definitely brought him to the edge of it. Thanks to the booze the friends of the drunk man had little time to react before they realized it wasn’t the man that threw the first punch…

It was you…

The strength of your punch was enough for the man to just fall to the ground with a Thump and gave enough time for the rest of your squad to get to where you were at.

The way you looked at the man had him scared enough to try and run away. Emphasis on "Try"

Simon grabbed the man by his collar and picked him up, you couldn’t really make out what he was saying, given that one of the drunk friends tried to lounge at you.

To their utter surprise they saw you fling that man over your head and into the ground nearly hitting his head against the edge of the table

- By all means, keep doing something stupid. Im begging you to give me the excuse -...

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[impyssadobsessions]

DP x DMC interaction

haha okay so i have an interaction idea for my dmc and dp crossover with Patty and Danny with how they meet. (probably be only for me but hehe >w<) Danny after being stranded in dmc world, is living with Dante and being a part-time employee. They specify part time since he's still a minor. (just by a year and that's not even fully correct just easier to keep same birthday due to time shenanigans... Danny mostly upset because he was a four months away and now he has to wait eight. Not important just thought it be funny for Danny to fuss over it a little.) Dante is off on another gig not long after Danny starts crashing at his place. Danny had just gotten his citizenship started thanks to Morrison, and now settling in. He's borrowing Dante's clothes and cleaning up the place (since its still a mess from last Dante was there despite Lady n Trish having dropped in while he was stuck in underworld ) Imagine Dante actually giving Danny his better clothes, and they're baggy on Danny. Nero and Nico having promise to drop by at the end of the week, tying off loose ends to take Danny in for a bit.

Anyways. So Danny just finding something to do, since he isn't in a school ( and he doubts he will), and the business is slow, so he cleans the place. He gets it looking really nice and clean. That's when Patty drops in, expecting to go give Dante a piece of her mind for not checking in or answering her calls ( she's just worried about the geezer) then is shocked when she walks into the place and its SPOTLESS. And there in the middle of the office is someone in Dante's clothes but clearly not Dante. Which she exclaims in shock. And Danny, being Danny like.. uhh yeah I know. Need me to take a message? Wondering why a girl closer to his age looking for Dante. Did she have a job for them? Patty just shocked but then bombarding Danny with questions, suspicious of him. Which Danny just holding his hands like AHH chill chill =w=''' Then Danny explains the situation. Patty still suspicious if not a bit jealous or at least upset Dante never told her. Danny explaining how its pretty new. That's when someone else comes in fretting with an actual Job request. Immediately distraught when hearing Dante isn't in. Danny saying he can take the shift if its nearby- but the guy not wanting to hear it. Dismissing Danny before even knowing him, crumbling into the floor wailing. That's when Patty jumps in both curious of Danny's ability, while also not wanting anything to discourage going to Devil May Cry for services (pride in Dante's business). Patty convincing the man in almost scary manipulative way. She also insists on accompanying them. Danny learns more about Patty on their way over, she driving him up to the spot. Patty learning a little bit about Danny too. He goes into the infested manor, only to turn out the guy was the reason it was infested having made a deal only to turn tails... on more than one demon. Danny gets roughed up, still trying to get a hang of his limitations and powers here, but still manages to pull off a cool fight- especially if Patty ends up in direct line of fire. He sends all the demons packing. Leaving the asshole who started this mess, who tried not to pay them. Making a fuss about the destruction of the mansion, and how long it had taken Danny, as well as letting the demons get too close to him. (They never touched him) Patty is the one to give the guy hell, as well as scare him into paying Danny with bonus. Mentioning how upset Dante would be learning that he jibbed his son, and how next time a demon be hunting him down he won't be able to call on DMC for help. Danny's a bit shocked but pleasantly so with how fast the guy changes his tune as Patty offers to drive Danny out to get milkshakes, since they just got paid. "We?" "I did the negotiating, so I'll be taking a cut. Dante won't mind. uwu C'mon, I'm going to show you all the best hang outs around town. You're going to love them." Thus starts Danny and Patty hanging out. >w< Patty tries not to show it, but she was very impressed at how Danny handled things. Yeah he's not as cool as Dante, but he had his own flare. Plus he's closer to her age.

I did a doodle on paper too =w=' I was going to do something epic and cool but uh... nothing came to me

also a repost of this so you can get a better look at their designs.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

hello, I was wondering can you write a levi headcannon for what he does for aftercare? I’ve read so much of the smut I want something different but the same I guess haha, not sure if you’ve done this before :)

HI I KNOW THIS REQUEST IS FROM JUNE AND TO MAKE UP FOR THE LONG WAIT I TURNED THIS INTO A ONESHOT, HOPE U LIKE 💕💕 if you would still like a headcanon version, feel free to send a follow-up request :3

Fucked Out | Smut and Fluff Oneshot

✧ word count ➼ ~1.3k ✧ notes ➼ smut at the beginning, MDNI, mean dom!levi, afab!reader, fem!reader, soft!levi doing aftercare, fluff ✧ content/warnings: rough sex, gagging, bondage, whipping, creampie uwu

The only real sound that could be heard over the sound of skin slapping skin as Levi continued to snap his hips into yours were your muffled cries. He was currently fucking into you from behind with his hand on the back of your neck to hold you in place. All of the sounds he was pulling out of you were muffled by his cravat that he had tied around your head as a gag.

You just creamed onto his cock again—you had lost count of how many times he had brought you over the edge. He just knew your body that well. You were getting more overstimulated every time, prompting you to pull harder against the belt that currently tied your wrists together onto the bedpost.

He was fucking you stupid and you were doing nothing but whining and drooling into the gag. Tears were forming in the corners of your eyes over how intense your orgasms were getting.

You felt your pussy clenching up around him again, as if you were trying to suck him in, as he picked up in speed, breathing more erratically as he approached his own climax.

Levi almost collapsed forward onto you, using his hand that was on the back of your neck to press up against the wall so that he could hold himself up as he fucked you through his own climax, barely audible whimpers escaping his throat as he let you milk him dry.

After a brief moment of just laying with his chest against your back as he steadied his breathing, he pulled out his now softening cock, grunting from the sudden movement, still being sensitive from his fresh orgasm. He watched as his cum oozed out of your dripping cunt and down your thighs.

You were beyond disoriented and fucked out. You asked him to fuck your brains out, and that was exactly what he did, being the ever diligent soldier that he was. You slowly opened your eyes again as you felt Levi roll over next to you, beginning to untie the belt that was binding your wrists to the bedpost, pulling apart the knot he had tied the ends of his cravat into so that the gag fell from your mouth.

As soon as the cloth fell from your lips, you gasped as you took in a sharp breath, able to finally breathe properly again.

Levi pulled you in as you collapsed flat onto the bed, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. He tucked your hair behind your ear, feeling both a sense of pride and adoration at how absolutely elated you looked.

He pulled himself up, sitting and immediately placing his hand around the red lash marks that littered your thighs and ass. He had been using the belt to whip you for being a brat throughout the day before settling with tying you up with it after you began to desperately beg for his cock.

"Too much?" he asked softly, gently running his thumb over the marks to gauge how much it still hurt.

You shook your head, still breathing heavily, but otherwise didn't respond.

He scoffed, mostly because he was able to see that you were trying to respond.

"How fucked out are you?"

You whined, forcing your eyes open and pouting at him once you saw the amused glint in his eyes.

"Wonder who's fault that was," you grumbled.

"That your way of telling me to stop?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, although the question was genuine.

Upon seeing that you were struggling to answer, he patted your ass before crawling up off the bed, drawing a quiet whine out of you at the lack of warmth.

He came back fairly quickly with a warm towel in hand, beginning to wipe off some of the sweat and cum that had gathered on your tired body. He gently dabbed the towel at your inner thighs and massaged the area around the lash marks, just to be sure that he didn't go too hard, even if you said that he didn't. He had to be sure.

The frown lines usually present around his eyes softened as he looked over at you again, noting how hard it was for you to stay awake.

"...just saying..." you mumbled as you shook your head. "...if you're going to fuck my brains out...might as well own up to it..."

You trailed off as you lost the battle in fighting to stay awake.

"Hey," Levi gently called out, muttering your name as he shook you awake. "Let's get you cleaned up before you pass out on me, yeah?"

A subtle smirk formed on his lips as he heard you mumble something about needing five minutes to catch your breath. He knew that was a lie and that you were going to straight up fall asleep.

Instead, he took those five minutes to draw a bath for you, filling the tub up with warm water, running the water over his hand to make sure it wasn't too hot.

Once he looked over at you again, he saw that you had indeed passed out, and could even hear you gently snoring when he walked back over to you.

He placed his hand on your shoulder and gently shook you again. You were only able to respond with a whine once he tried to get you to get up.

"You're such a pain in the ass," he grumbled with a groan before gently looping his arms underneath your knees and your back, picking you up, and walking you over to the tub.

A relaxed sigh fell out of your lips as you were gently submerged into the warm water.

It was hard enough for you to stay awake at baseline, but the warm water in addition to how gentle his touch was as he bathed you threatened to pull you back under again. You'd feel him occasionally shake you again to wake you up, not wanting you to fully fall asleep while submerged in the bathwater.

Part of him felt bad for wearing you out this much, so he didn't feel particularly bothered about getting you cleaned up as you were half-asleep. He was the one that put you into this state after all.

After drying you off, he picked you up again and brought you back over to the bed, tucking the blanket around you, making sure that you were comfortable.

Any further efforts to stay awake left your mind, and you were fully asleep by the time that he came out of the shower, and his showers were not particularly long.

Although you were asleep, you felt yourself wrapping an arm around him as soon as he laid down in the bed next to you. He pulled you further in, resting your head against his chest so that you were able to hear his heart beating.

You were mumbling something in your sleep, but it was incomprehensible. Your grip on him was strong and you buried your face further into his bare chest, a content 'hmm' coming from your throat as you smelled the bodywash that he had used just a few minutes ago.

He ran his fingers through your hair, clearing some strands from your face so that he could see you better, and your calm state elicited a small smile out of him.

Levi planted one last small kiss on the top of your head, also being pulled under, elated, as he slept with you in his arms.

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[stephschoices]

what if i told you i am in love with your felix and sparks mcs? i saw your pinterest and got weak knees, they are so perfect both in their own ways. you dont mind hc about your mcs? - i needed to send it anon because i almost died typing it but i had to share

🥺 this is so sweet anon ahhh ty for loving my paved in ashes ( @pavedinashes-if ) girls 🫶🏻💞

Some headcanons below!! And I know you just mentioned indigo and beatrix but I included some saskia hcs too I hope that’s okay 🥰 I don’t talk about her as much as the other two but she’s here too lol

indigo (felix li):

loves going sunflower picking

paints her old boards, and new ones if they're too plain. will also do commissions for other people to pain their boards!

also likes to make her own pins, and crochets things. she's just really artsy.

made many matching bracelets for her x felix, and also her x the bestie. she will be making some for her x bianca too lol

loves anything yellow

has a big teddy bear plush felix got her that stays on her bed :')

also she kept and still wears that neclace :')

listens to kpop, always has a pc of her biases in her phone case

likes to sing karaoke

shes like the mom of the skate park, she keeps a mini first aid kit for scrapes and bruises in her bag

hasn't been with anyone since felix broke up with her, she still loves him, and tbh doesn't get when other people are flirting with her lol

beatrix (sparks li):

loves to dye her hair edgy colors, it's been bright red for a while and she just added the black streaks recently

hates being called "bea", if you use a nickname it has to be "trix"

she's gonna do one of the performer jobs or the closest job to being a performer in D's club

always has a bag of edible gummies on her, her preferred way to get high

has suminagashi style tattoos. one on her back, one on her leg and a small one on her side

can skate in heels

wants a cat so bad

when she wants something she gets it, super good cunning/charming/manipulation skills

will steal all of sparks sweatshirts/hoodies uwu

saskia (michael li):

clumsiest skateboarder you'll ever meet. has broken many bones and twisted an ankle multiple times. but she's having a good time

somehow has also broken multiple boards

loves going thrifting

has a huge sticker collection

drinks 1 monster a day

is just naturally cool, everyone wishes they were as chill as her lol

doesn't realize how flustered she makes michael, she'll just like casually subconsciously put her hands in his shirt and be like "?? why is your face so red???" lmaoo

link to picrew used

[mellifloraa]

List five things that make you happy, then put this in the inbox of the last ten people who reblogged something from you, get to know your mutuals and your followers! (no pressure) :)

AAAAA tysm darlin this made my day!!!! i love getting asks unprompted i'm so excited rn omg ;w; i'll put this under a read more cuz it's long as fuck lmfao

umm okay!!! seeing as how i've been watching a ton of it lately number one is yellowjackets!! i've never seen it before and it's honestly super cool, i really love horror and psychological horror especially, and the body horror is fucking peak so far i love how they're not afraid to show really gross shit and i love it OwO and ofc the blatant gay is always nice too =w=)

number 2 is chloe moriondo!!! i hung the poster i got at her show in november above my bed so every morning i get to wake up and see that i'm both capable of and allowed to go do fun shit for myself!!! on top of her being an incredibly talented performer and musician she means a lot to me and has kinda become the icon of this phase of my mental health recovery and that makes me so happy!!!!

number 3 is cooking!!! i've been trying to make a concerted effort to cook more for my family, and while part of it is a lil scary because i'm still kinda new to it, i'm learning a lot and i feel like i'm practicing for when i'm able to get a place of my own!! meals in seattle were often kinda subsistence only and i didn't have the opportunity to experiment, but now that i have proper ingredients and a stove that i can actually use it's so much fun!!! last night i made this gnocchi dish with crumbled sweet italian sausage and broccoli and swiss chard and a ton of parmesan cheese and it came out so great holy shit, i had leftovers for lunch >w<

number 4 is my dear friend and snugabug companion whose name has been withheld for privacy reasons UwU

and number 5 as a collective ig are my lovely followers who send me asks and write nice things on my posts and in the tags!!!! i know i don't update my tumblr super often and when i do i talk a lot in the tags n shit but it truly makes me so happy to hear from you guys, it makes me feel very connected with lotsa people all around the world!! and as someone who's struggled with maintaining a support network in the past, the fact that you guys choose to follow me and interact with me is such a blessing ;w; i consider you all my friends and i'm super thankful i get to be here with all of you!!! ^w^)

ty darlin you're so sweet, thank you for giving me this opportunity to reflect and be appreciative :3 make sure you're staying hydrated and grab a snack if you haven't recently!!! 💖💖

[rilakkosmos]

You've been tagged! Give us 15 facts about yourself and send this to another one of your mutuals!

Omg hi idk if I even know 15 facts about myself lmao but I'll try

I'm a Leo Cancer cusp

My fursona is a black sheep

I'm biracial, white Latino but I was never taught Spanish..

I studied Japanese for 6 years and won speech awards uwu

I'm disabled and I'd like a new spine, thank youuu

I'm autistic, only realized like 3 years ago

I've been on Tumblr for almost 13 years...? How old is Tumblr..

I've been writing fanfiction for about 17 years

I have a DND character named after each letter of the alphabet

I have an exhaustive 32 column mega OC list with 87 entries

I'm related to a rather famous author, and the founder of one of the largest cities in America (not about to dox myself LOL)

I used to be a Kpop fan, but I got better. Though I'm still a Shawol for life.

I've been in a relationship for 14 years, we're going to get ring tattoos soon.

I can't drive or ride a bike, and I may have forgotten how to swim LOL

I was a streamer for about 2-3 years during the pandemic but I never reached 300 followers.

Wow that was actually a bit difficult lol had to focus more on the real and not the planned. ty for the tag!

[cloudd-nyne]

3, 7, and 1

Skdkkwdkkek oh boy this ask game is gonna be FUN♡

1. The Character Everyone Gets Wrong

I wanted to be different and cool with this one and not pick one of the blorbos but god listen i have so many feelings about Sunny.

Hes a fantastically well written Character and i see so many people just utterly miss the POINT with him so hard it hurts me.

Like barely anyone actually addresses the fact that this kid has some DEEP issues that go beyond what we see in the main plot.

He often feels boiled down to "uwu sad baby cat cant do anything for himself uwu" and it drives me nuts.

Like i have a whole eassy in one of my discords about how hes dealing with repressed anger and violent thoughts and complete emotional relapse like aaaaah god i love him

(Dont ask for my essay on Zenitsu We'd be here all day LOL)

3. Screenshot Or Description Of The Worst Take You've Seen On Tumblr

Oh my GOD theres been quite a few honestly, but to this day one that still BOGGLES my mind was someone going on a rant in the precure tag about an implied crush/couple who had a 2 year age gap. They were going off about how gross and bad it was. Two. Years.

On that same note there was a decently popular blog for a MHA ship (wont say who not tryin to start shit) but they refused to consider the allmight/eraserhead ship due to the "problematic age gap"

Ah yes. The problematic age gap,,,,where the YOUNGER of the two is in his 30s,,,,

Literally the most terminally online takes I've literally ever they both made my brain wanna melt

(This was someone who was also calling BTS a cult and spewing a bunch of super racist shit about them, so like am i shocked? No lmfao)

7. What Character Did You Begin to Hate Not Because of Canon, But Because of How The Fandom acts About Them?

Well i went into kny already disliking uzui bc of the fandom, but eventually warmed up to him (ty to my lovely friends who have correct opinions about him LOL♡)

But in terms of "they were fine until i saw the fandom for them" theres a few. Mainly Senjuro (kny) and Basil (omori)

I wont go into huge detail bc im not looking to send people hate or make people who enjoy them feel bad, thats not my style and its frankly a shitty thing to do to people. (Purposefully make them feel bad for enjoying things, i mean.) but yeah frankly i do not care much for either character and both are purely bc of my interactions with their fans.

[nulltune]

just gonna gently hold her hands bc she’s precious and he thinks she’s as fragile as a petal doomed to fall:’) -from ray ur welcum<3

          A SINGLE WHITE ROSE, blooming in spite of the winter's adversities, ever-stoic. And yet it is a fragile thing —— a fleeting sort of beauty, in arm's reach; but in a way, distant. As slender hands are taken into larger ones (a difference that doesn't go unnoticed, noted silently), her gaze is drawn along with it, though the only reaction from maiden would come from the slight parting of her lips. A glance to Ray, doe eyes widening a fraction; hazel eyes appearing just a bit brighter. When eye contact is made, her gaze would jitter downwards again, to their connected hands.

          It's such a gentle touch... Though a porcelain doll she may resemble, she doesn't see it herself. Hakuno Kishinami thinks of herself much harsher; an empty, empty thing rather than beautiful blooms. Not to be treated gently / kindly / like this. Such things are / such things should be far beyond her reach — and yet here it is right now. And here she is right now, not wanting to pull away.  ❝ ...‎Your hands are very warm. ‎❞  Commented in a soft voice, as if afraid to disrupt this tender moment.

          Then her hands would slowly move— to lace their hands together, in a gesture just as soft.

unprompted,  always accepting!

[literaphobe]

1, 21, 31

1. favorite characters?

i think this is basically a tie between catra and adora. i think i find them both v relatable (and hot *insert im so very sorry emoji*) and i project onto them a lot. its the whole ‘abused by a parental figure’ thing. like w adora its the whole ‘ur the golden child! have fun feeling crushed by such expectations that you can never actually live up to and feeling like your only worth is the value you have to others’ AND her adhd which i admit i didn’t notice right away bc adora can come off p type a (and i think she is type a? huh. i’m not sure i really know what type a means) but damn. this girl got adhd. she got adhd levels of stupid and thats very sexy. love that. and also catra i just. relate so strongly to her abandonment issues and her destructive tendencies and being told ur worthless n not good enough but also secretly seeking validation and acceptance from people who have hurt u :( 

but also i am just in love with them. have u ever seen adora be stupid. she is so funny. remember when she said everything so weird in 2x07. aimee carrero deserves all the awards. u ever heard adora laugh? u ever heard CATRA laugh? and talk? and say cool shit? oh my god 

also i really fucking love bow my dudes. the second i laid eyes on him i said i will love you like crazy forever. i don’t project onto him the way i do onto catra and adora but god damn he is the absolute best. he’s never done anything wrong in his life. i would trade my left pussy to be his friend. his friendship with adora is perhaps one of the best things on this show. i love how endlessly supportive he is of her. he will always be rooting for her and cheering her on when she’s crushing losers (sorry sea hawk i love u too and apparently ur asian so i love you more now than when i thought u were white) in arm wrestling. also the way bow just thinks catra is super cute absolutely adorable absolute baby who once tried to kill him several times <3 chef kiss 

i will stop here now because i have said too much but i guess i just listed my top three w a tied first place 

21. favorite catradora moment?

oh dude. this is like a fifty way tie. like every time these two bitches are on screen together the tension is palpable, love is in the air. yes we get it you two have been in love with each other ur entire lives. way to ruin it for the rest of us. some of my favorites include the lap sitting scene, the entirety of princess prom, every time they would run away from everyone else to fight in secret (gotta keep it hush hush!), every time there was a flashback scene where they were childhood best friends who were in love, every time we hear catra say ‘hey adora ;)’, that one time adora looked into a camera bot, KNEW catra was watching her somehow, said ‘hey catra ;)’ and then broke the camera, and every time she says ‘CATRA >:(’ and,,,, when catra jumped into fire for adora, when they pushed their beds close together and catra left so adora woke up almost immediately and ran after her, when adora woke up from a nightmare saw catra curled up in bed at her feet bc they weren’t dating then (and catra was supposed to sleep in the bunk bed on top of adora but she didn’t) and adora relaxed and smiled, when adora told catra I NEVER HATED YOU, when adora loved catra so much she transformed into she ra and beat up an army, when catra watched her transform and thirsted so hard, when.... fuck it, the entirety of s5, the entirety of heart part 1 and part 2 and just,,, bro. im so tired and they are living rent free in my head 

31. favorite she-ra fics? 

i am secretly writing my own she-ra one shot so i have not read everything :( i have read a few tho. i tend to filter fics according to kudos. i won’t rec anything right now but since we know that noelle has uh..... allegedly written this fic (its number one in terms of kudos in the tag lmaoooo) i would like to recommend it because it genuinely really is good. honestly it should be the first fic any new fans of she-ra should read, to get the ball rolling! 

send me she-ra asks!

[courtkeeper-a]

@crowconquer​ incoming  :  with bright eyes && hopeful smile, kageyama approaches nishinoya. he holds one of the many volleyballs the team brought for this beach trip. ocean waves ripple in the background. " do you wanna play ?? "

yuu sits up, rubbing his eyes. he dusts some sand off his forearms knowing damn well there’s more sticking to...well everything. was it truly a beach trip if you didn’t go home with pockets of sand? eyes adjust to the midday sun and the clear coast comes into focus. a long yawn falls from his lips as he stretches out his arms. beach nap recharge !!

he stretches out his legs and pops the cap to his sunscreen. it darkens above him and his brows knit together. clouds?? yuu tilts his head up to find kageyama blocking the sun. he laughs seeing the volleyball. you could take the boys off the court and they’d still find ways to play volleyball. he hops to his feet with a wide smile.  ❝    let’s do it! have you ever played in the sand before?    ❞  he flashes a smirk to the younger.

[fmdnoeul]

famedkrp idol headcannon askmeme ! // open  

send !! for a career goal headcanon.

more than anything, noeul loves to sing. she loves the sound of her own voice, to put it in very simple, narcissistic terms. any chance she gets to sing on her own is something she aims for, as much as she loves and respects the girls in 7rophy — dimensions is not an easy company to be apart of, and their road to success has not been easy or consistent. with that in mind, noeul would love to have an ost that outperforms other idol songs. something powerful, preferably a ballad, that blocks groups from getting the number one spot on gaon like she has seen so many singers with beautiful, striking voices do before her. 

though she has performed well previously, more than anything she wants to gain that recognition beyond being a member of a girl group that sometimes performs well, sometimes falls flat in the public’s eyes. she feels like this is the best possible way to do just that, to really ensure she remains confident and is not forgotten in the future. she wants to cement a place in the industry as someone with honey vocals, not just honey thighs. anything that gets her there is the goal.

[chaosbcund]

HC + Solitude

send me hc + a word — accepting!

*:･ﾟ✧ solitude isn’t a concept that exists for fleetway— if he’s alone, he’s bored, and when he gets bored, he searches for things to do and people to bug. or rip apart, your choice. it’s rare to see him alone, especially willingly— that being said, if he ever sees anyone by themselves he’s more than likely going to bug them for his own enjoyment. everything he does is for his own selfish reasons, of course.

[heistgoda]