#Crazy? I was crazy once. They covered me in rats. Rats make me crazy.

[spoilerssweetie13]

Hi, I've been meaning to reply to this. I just haven’t found the time to sit down and write a whole essay, hehehe. I'll start off by saying I definitely get where you're coming from, but here's just my two cents on everything:

The Doctor has, at one point, been President of Gallifrey, and given how Time Lords are, I don't they would allow someone "less clever" than them to lead them. The Timeless Child isn't supposed to make the Doctor special. If anything, it makes them a victim of abuse dissected like lab rat by their own adoptive mother over who knows how lifetimes. The Timeless Child does not negate their choices. Instead, I feel adds to them. They are alien even to this universe but chose to save it time and time again. In a sense, if they hadn't been kidnapped the DW universe would have died a billion times over, isn't that beautifully fucked up in its own way?

Davros once asked Twelfth why he ran from Gallifrey, and under this new context of the Timeless Child, you realize, "Oh shit that's what he was running from." That's what they are all always running from. I also saw another post on here that said that the Time Lords "granted" Eleventh more regenerations to cover their own tracks, and that makes so much sense. The Time Lords don't do anything unless it benefits them. When you see the whole show under the lens of Timeless Child, all the pieces start to fall into place. It's definitely a different viewing experience. It becomes so much darker, and I think that's part of the appeal of the Timeless Child for me.

The Doctor did always feel like the adopted child of the family; Timeless Child just confirms it. But they will always be the Doctor, because the Doctor is the name that they chose for themselves, their empathy and and love for humanity has nothing to do with where they come from, and that was true even when we thought they were from Gallifrey. It's all about their choices, and they will always choose to be the Doctor sorting out fair play throughout the universe, no matter their origins.

Ever since I watched the Fugitive Doctor episode, every time someone new would pop up on screen, I would go is he the Doctor, is she the Doctor, [ominously whispers] are we all the Doctor? (Joking, but seriously, the paranoia did set in!) To me, Timeless Child isn't taking the Everyman-ness or Everywoman-ness away but adds to it by saying literally anyone and everyone can be the Doctor. You don't have to be born on Gallifrey to be the Doctor; hell, you don't even have to be from the DW universe, so we could all very well be the Doctor, lol.

Extended lore says Time Lords used Looms to procreate so I don't know why the Doctor wouldn't know who the Susan's parents are, unless it hasn't happened yet because of timey-wimey stuff [shrugs] probably will never happen now because of the retcon. :( Marrying a werewolf is crazy but it's the Doctor, so I'm not even surprised.

It's funny that I don't like the Bi-genration for the same reason that you do like it. That it's a one-off and will never happen again. To me, it feels too convenient compared to the Timeless Child. Love it, hate it, want to purge it from your memory, the Timeless Child will always be a part of the show's history, it's essentially a infinite money glitch, a way for the show to go on forever. See, what really gets me is that Fourteenth will just drop dead at one point, and Fifteenth will just get all his memories and be like, "I'm healed now." That feels too convenient. To me, that's messing with the established rules just as much as Timeless Child. If we're talking about closure Fourteenth and Donna should've gone back to The Library and Fourteenth should've used his "resemblance" to Tenth to his advantage to confuse the Vashta Nerada and somehow save River without time collapsing in on itself (but that's just the Doctor/River shipper in me speaking). To me, Donna just getting her memories was closure enough.

RTD said he didn't want to make a mockery of drag by putting David Tennant in Jodie's Whittaker outfit. Mind you, her outfit was specially designed so anyone can wear it. What's so feminine about trousers, a shirt and a coat? It seems to me that it was just done in bad faith.

Bigeneration is just as lore-changing as the Timeless Child. And yet no one shits on it because their precious RTD wrote it. If Chibnall did something like this, y'all would have your pitchforks at the ready. The double standards in this fandom, I swear. RTD is allowed to retcon Doctor Who, but heavens forbid Chibnall even try.

The Doctor is no longer even a parent because of him. David Tennant is a good actor, but I'm tired of people pretending like he's the face of Doctor Who. The whole point of the show is that the Doctor has different faces, and we should love them all—not regress backwards.

We deserved to see the Fourteenth Doctor in Thirteenth's clothes, and not for everything she is to burn up and die. The Fifteenth Doctor deserved his own regeneration scene like every other Doctor, without Fourteenth randomly sticking around because of RTD's inability to let go of the characters he wrote.

At least the Timeless Child added something more to the Doctor's story. Bigeneration took something away: the emotional impact of the Doctor's regeneration - having to say goodbye.

[klien2000]

Ngayun, nd aq nkinom pero naeyq talga aq, kc miss n miss q n ung baby q *omeyaq*,,, kc sori ha... suri talga,,, *lumala ung eyq* ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

[loversgothic]

one more, this ones much shorter but i thought it was cute ^_^

this part of the song is originally intended to be a duet but i like to think its singing for gabriel... (however you can imagine it singing to anyone you like :] ) i do wish i could make them duet though.

[woundedoves]

yandere!bully x bottom gn reader (NSFW) part 1

a/n: kinda went crazy on this one um…. not proofread, wrote this while i was very horny if u couldnt tell

warnings: not proofread! blood. so much blood. blood used as lube, cum and blood swallowing, dead body..? he lays you on ur bff’s corpse while he fucks you basically so! you’ve been warned!!!!

word count: 1298

he shivers as that whore you call ‘best friend’ has finally stopped breathing; coating his knife with their filthy fuckin’ blood. his breathing slows as his smile softens a bit when he hears your soft, scared whimpers. he coos as he kneels down to where you're sitting; all tied up as your back is pressing against the walls of the filthy basement.

“look up. look at me.” you bring your shaking eyes filled with hot tears up to look up at him; too shocked to even speak. he laughs with a crazed look on his face as he basically pounces on you; fuck you look so cute all scared like that. he wordlessly licks the blood that got on your cheek, cleaning you up as his lips find yours; kissing you while shoving his tongue as deep as he can. his fingers slowly find their ways to your bottoms as he gets them off of you while not letting you breathe when you try to pull away from the kiss. letting go only when he can feel the ringing in his ears, licking his lips as your lungs practically swallow all the air they can.

“you look so fuckin’ pretty like that…” he sees the way your chest stutters as his fingers work your sex so good it hs your eyes rolling back as he moans; this sight of you all pathetic just for him is orgasmic. his hands are still bloody, staining your sex with your own best friend’s blood, said friend still bleeding out just 2 steps away from where you are.

“come on, cum for me. you can do that much right, slut?” your eyes widen as his fingers bring you to completion just then, you see him bite his lower lip through your euphoric state. your eyes open again when he snaps his fingers in front of you, “look at me, look at my hand.” he brings his fingers to your eyes level and you feel him grind on you as your body shivers at the sight of his bloodied fingers covered with your cum. “look closely, watch how i make that insufferable whore finally useful for once in their life.” you blink up at him in confusion when he gets up and drags their body right to you; finally getting a word from your mouth “wait, don’t!” he smirks at you.

“don’t worry babe, i’ve taken care of the rat. now no one can come between us.” he smiles as it reaches his eyes; his eyes matching the manic expression of his flushed face a little too well. you can’t help it but just ignore your friends… corpse as he forces more blood out of the stab wounds and look away as you hear the wet squealch of blood. you feel his bloodied fingers tug on your chin to make you look up, he’s still standing. “get on your knees and stick out your tongue. now.” you scramble to get up, its a lot harder than it looks with your arms being tied up but you manage; opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue as he takes out his cock with a hiss.

“fuck you look so good like that. stay.” you do as he says, his soft whimpers as he lubes up his cock with your friend’s blood while he looks down at you with that flushed face… he knows you can’t resist it, you’re his slut after all. he takes your head in one hand as he pumps his cock; slowly sliding it inside your mouth with a drawn out groan. fuck its so fucking wet and warm, fuck, fuck he’s gonna cum just from this. he grabs the either side of your head with slightly trembling hands, dirtying you with blood and cum as well while he starts fucking your mouth like its a fleshlight.

wet sounds of his hips working his cock in and out of your mouth, little choked noises you occasionally let out fills the filthy basement as he snaps his hips; your head flush against his pelvis, he lets out the most whorish moan of your name imaginable as he spills his cum down your throat. your eyes roll back as you moan, making his dick throb. “fuck…” he pants as he slowly takes his cock out, he hears you gulp as he pulls you up to look at him by your chin. you stick out your tongue to show him that you swallowed all of it, your mouth covered in his cum and your friend’s blood. “fuck… look at you.” he pets you as he lets out a breathless laugh, “good slut.”

you feel your face flush as he hoists you up from your armpits, his cock still out. he lays you down on your friend’s lifeless body as he watches the colour drain from your face; too mortified to say anything at this point. that and he probably fucked your throat ‘till its sore and raw so… you close your eyes and swallow thickly as he gives you a sultry look, his hands making quick work of your hole with his bloody and nimble fingers. “fuck, look at all that. this hole’s ruined for anyone but me now.” he groans as he takes his fingers out and watches the blood slide down to your inner thighs. you moan shamefully when he wraps his hand around your throat, making you look at him once again. he dips down to kiss you while his hand squeezes down on your throat as he lines his cock with your entrance; feeling the the stretch of his fat cock as it burns, making you moan breathlessly into his mouth. he lets go of your throat and pulls away from the kiss as he bottoms out with a drawn out ‘fuck’.

he starts thrusting without waiting for your comfort, his hand still around your neck as he fucks your hole like he’s trying to tear you apart, or more accurately; to become one with you. “fuck yes—! fuck! i knew you’d be fuckin’ tight slut, saved this tight hole only for me huh?” you cried out a ‘yes’ as he hit that sweet spot of yours, your poor sex weeping because of the burning sensation on your hole. there are no more words spoken between you two, only the sounds of his animalistic thrusting as he moans your name like a religious chant, as you feel the cold skin of your best friend, as you hear the sickening shlick of blood and cum as he works his cock in and out of your whole. you whine as your body writhes, hole tightening around him like you want to milk every fucking drop of cum out of his fat bloody cock as he doesn’t even stutter his thrusts until he’s cumming as well; loudly whining your name as he slams his hips over and over again, his cock filling you up so good your whole body shakes as he tries to steady his breath…

the blinding light of the sun burns his eyes as he slowly blinks awake, looking around him with sleepy confusion as to what the fuck just… happenned… he looks down to his boxers, now stained with cum as his erection stains against the fabric. groans as he drops down on the bed again, his arm on his forehead as he feels the sweat on his body. his laboured breathing becoming stable as he starts to stroke his cock, opening up a photo he took of you in your bed; sleeping naked. he fastens his pace and fists his cock ‘till he cums all over his screen with a hiss. “fuck…” he groans as he sits up again:

“you’re gonna be mine one way or another, slut.”

[lucarionite9364]

titan havik…titan havik and his silly stupid ridiculous arrogant attitude being a TEASE !!!

Chat, lemme cook for a second-- (this idea is great and so are you!)

Magnificent Maelstrom

Titan Havik x fem! reader

WC: 2,645

CW: SMUT! Mentions of violence, blood, bodily harm. Oral (M & F receiving), bitingg, scratching, creampie :3, uhhhh Havik is the warning tbh.

AN: Thank you Tan for the request,, I had fun writing this. <3

“VICTORY IS MINE!” You hear crowds cheering out as you roar your triumph in the pit. You throw your arms up as you circle around your dead opponent. Many of the Havik clones are throwing their arms at you in applause. Only one Havik catches your eye in particular though.

Lord Havik, the man he is. You hold his gaze on you. That crazed look he has on his face just looking at you covered in your foes blood is wild. It’s like lightning shooting through your veins. He knows exactly what drives you crazy for him. 

With a final show of glory, you turn to your deceased enemy and plant your foot firmly on his back, yanking your greatsword out from his side. You throw your sword into the air and watch as it lands mere inches away from your Lord. He doesn’t flinch. You know whether you strike him or not, he is never afraid. 

Climbing the wall of the arena, you take your spot next to Lord Havik. Takeda comes up to slap you on the back. “Nice job in the ring! I knew you’d win.” He laughs to himself as Kenshi comes up. “He bet on the other guy.” Takeda looks offended that his father would rat him out so easily. You elbow him in the side. Maybe a little harsher than expected, but he deserved it. 

“Oh please, as if I’d lose to the nobodies they give us in the ring.” This might have turned into petty squabbles had Havik not interrupted. He lightly traced his hand around your neck making you shiver. “You did well, my little hurricane.” 

He growled that last part in your ear, making your knees grow weak. Totally not the fact you just kicked ass in the ring. “Perhaps I should reward you.” The rasp in his voice never ceases to send heat straight to your core. Your mind couldn’t wander very far before you heard your telepathic friends stifle a cough. You glare at him, “How many times have I told you not to read my mind Takahashi.” 

You could punish him, but he’s already being punished enough by Takeda’s insistent pestering about what he heard in your mind.

You roll your eyes and turn your attention back to the ring where a significant increase in severed limbs has occurred. Everyone’s focus was on the ring as the next fight was to begin. You’d like to think Lord Havik knew that you want to keep your relationship on the down low. So why did you feel his fingernails creep up your back? Trying to keep your composure while he massages your neck slowly is more difficult than it sounds. 

You swiftly move to catch his wrist, in doing so he lets out a low huff of amusement. You lean over toward him so you can keep your voice quiet. “I’m starting to think you do this on purpose to test me.” Your mind clouds once more as you feel his breath creep down your face. 

“Your reactions fuel me, my dear.” You don’t even have to look to know he has that arrogant smile on his face. Not that he can make any other face. It’s the intention that counts you suppose. 

“The chaos in the ring should intrigue you more, shouldn’t it, My Lord?” “Oh yes, but the madness you yield has far more interest to me.” You feel him gently squeeze your ass from behind. You can only stifle your groan and hope neither of the other two heard you. 

You feel a presence prod at your mind. Since you can feel that it’s there, it must be Takeda. “That’s it.” You break free from Havik’s grasp and yank your greatsword from the stone ground. “Takeda, you’re a deadman!” 

You hear him laughing hysterically as he runs, and you chase after him. 

Kenshi and Lord Havik can only watch in amusement as Takeda uses his ropes to swing away from you. You tried throwing your sword at him only to narrowly miss. 

. . . . . 

Later, you enter the Citadel. The room with seemingly no beginning or end. There were fragments of cobblestone pathways everywhere. In the sky, or down below, there were walkways and obstacles in every part of the room. Is it even a room? A dimension? That doesn’t matter as you approach the man you’ve been looking for.

Titan Havik is observing a reverse waterfall with great interest. He always does, it seems to calm him, even if ‘calm’ is the opposite of his whole being. He held his mace on his shoulder. He was rarely seen without the sharp object in hand, you thought. His attention diverted as he heard your approach. He gazed upon you with pure arrogance, like he knew you would come crawling to him eventually. 

His bludgeon dissipated into the air as he made his way toward you. He reached out an arm to touch your face, but you swerved under his hand going behind him. His expression dropped slightly. “My Lord, you have been such a tease today,” you keep walking backward. “Do you really think I’d give you what you want after that performance?” Your smirk rivals that of which he wore earlier.

“Would you really deny me? Your ruler?” His voice is almost husky enough to make you give up then and there. You remained strong. His words, however, did bring a smile to your lips. “If you want me, come and get me.” At that, you took your last step off the edge of the walkway. 

Falling, you can’t see the nigh primal look in his eyes as he licks his teeth in anticipation for the chase. You quickly grab a floating stone to break your fall. You land on the path underneath just in time to see Havik break through the path above to get to you. 

“My hurricane, you can’t run from me in here.” You feign a pout, “Oh? But it makes my day that much more fun.” Expecting you to run away from him, you surprise him by heading straight for him. You slide between the gap in his legs and spring off the edge of the platform and leap on the larger floating rocks to move upward. 

Due to your many games of cat and mouse, you knew it was only a matter of time before he played dirty. As you jumped to the next stone, you didn’t see that he threw his arm at your leg until you tripped. Now in free fall, you see Havik follow you stone path to catch you in the air. He firmly lands on the next platform, but not without a sickening crunch indicating he broke his leg. 

You hear the limb snap back into place and his skin sealing itself together. As you're in his broad arms, you start nibbling on his exposed neck. He openly groans into your touch. “Now who’s being a tease?” He tilts his head toward you and leans to start licking your face. 

His unusually long tongue makes its way to your lips and parts them with ease. As your tongues dance around each other, he sets you back on your feet, roughly grabbing onto your chest. You moan into the sloppy makeout session. As he exits your mouth to give you air, saliva covers your lower face. 

You smirk and wipe your face on your unsleeved arm. You let your hands roam across his broad chest as you kiss your way down his torso. He looks down on you as you get on your knees before him. His hand makes its way to your hair to caress the soft strands as you start undoing the cloth surrounding his pants. His hand balls up into a fist, pulling deliciously on your hair. 

“Now will you serve me?” He asks, already knowing the answer. “Yes, My Lord.” You purr as you pull down his pants. You’ve seen him before, but his size still marvels you everytime. 

You grab the base with one hand and slowly lick a stripe up his shaft. The fist in your hair tightens as he groans. Wanting to tease him one last time, you swirl your tongue around his tip, occasionally dipping into the slit. “Your cruelty knows no limits, you maelstrom.” He grits his teeth as you lower your mouth on him.

You suction your mouth on him as you bob your head up and down. Just for added measure, you cup his balls and gently squeeze. You look up to see his dazed expression as his tongue lolls out from his mouth. 

You know you’re doing good when he plants his feet and thrusts all the way down your throat. You gag around him which makes him want to thrust harder. He grabs the back of your head with both hands and sets his own pace, using your face as his fucktoy. He knows you love it though. 

As much as you can’t breathe, you want to pleasure him. You hollow out your throat to allow for more room to take in air between the onslaught. You roughly grab onto his thighs and drag your nails down his leg in desperation. Clawing at anything to keep you grounded. 

You can feel his pace grow erratic as his hips stutter. He roughly pulls out and you heave in a large breath. As you regain your focus, you see blood creeping down his chiseled thigh from where you grabbed onto him.

You could feel yourself soaking through your pants from how wet you were. He pushed you to your back on the ground, laughing lightly as he could see your arousal. He knelt down over you, rubbing the spot between your legs that felt oh so good. But the little friction you got from that is nowhere near enough. 

You squirm as you undo the top of your pants, allowing him to pull them off of you with a harsh tug. You kept wiggling as you saw him stroking himself. You only wanted him inside you at that moment, but he had other plans. It seems like being a tease would bite you in the ass. Literally.

He dips his lead lower and puts a bite mark right on the inside of your thigh. You yelp in surprise. He has to pin your hips down, but not before ripping your panties off you. You shiver as the oddly cold air of the Citadel hits your lips. 

“Look at me, my dear,” He glares into your eyes as he says one more word. “Payback.” His tongue dives straight to like a thick line up your slit. Being the worst tease he is, he harshly sucks on your clit.

You can’t help but moan out as his teeth hit your sensitive bundle of nerves too. “Ahh, Havik!” You barely whimper his name, but to your surprise he stops. His gaze soured into a stern expression as he brought two fingers to gather your slick. “That is not my title.” You realize your mistake and quickly correct yourself. 

“I’m sorry My Lord! Please, don’t stop.” You have a pleading tone in your voice. He seems to like your answer as he pries you open with his two digits. Moving them in and out, scissoring them open to loosen you up. 

Your breathing increases in intensity. You feel the knot in your stomach tighten as he continues to suck your clit and finger you. You tangle your fingers in his hair, surprisingly soft, and tug on it. He growls out into your pussy as he keeps up the pace. 

“Lord Havik, I’m. . . I’m gonna–” “Let it out.” He commands, and you do as you're told. You yank his hair tighter as you shove your pussy into his face. Feeling your slick and release mix with his saliva as he continues to lick every last inch of you. You let go of his hair, but he doesn’t stop licking you, helping you ride out your orgasm. 

After he is done, he leans up to give you a sloppy kiss. You can taste yourself on his mouth as you bring your hands to wrap around his neck. You feel his still hard cock bumping your leg. Even after that strong orgasm, you still can’t help but want more. Want him. Need him.

He pulls away from the kiss and looks down on your disheveled form as he positions himself at your entrance. He pushes into you only to miss and slide up your soaked cunt. The tip nudged your clit sending a bolt of pleasure up your spine. 

Growing frustrated, he repositions himself and pushes all the way into you in one thrust. You can feel the breath being knocked out of you. You moan out at the intrusion, never being fully ready to take him. The stretch was a little painful, but the pleasure overtook that feeling as he pulled out and pushed back in with force. 

He started with a harsh pace, not giving you any time to adjust to his large size. You can feel yourself squeezing his shaft and you get impossibly wetter as he abuses your sopping cunt. He takes one of your nipples in his calloused fingers and pinches it while teething on the other. 

The thought that someone can find you splayed open underneath your Lord never crossed your mind as you moan every time he thrusts into you. He brings his unoccupied hand down to rub circles into your clit. His thrusts falter for a moment as you rake your sharp nails down his muscular back. Leaving bloody trails in its wake.

He loved the scars you left on his body. He wore them just as proudly as his battle scars. Letting people see the things you do to him, whether they knew it was from you or not. His thrusts lost their pattern and became erratic. He was close, and you were too. However, he was dead set on making you go first. 

He bit into the sweet spot on your neck. That coupled with his endless thrusts and toying with your clit cause you to let go for a second time. Your juices came gushing out all over his lower abdomen. He stopped playing with your clit, but his thrusts picked up till he finally threw himself over the edge. 

You locked your legs around his back to make sure he couldn’t leave. Your body heat rose three times as his hot cum was shot into your womb. He lost control of his groans as the bite on your neck drew blood. He had his hands holding your hips in such a grip you thought it might bruise as he finished spilling into you. 

You almost blanked as the please was too much. Were it not for the fact he’s holding you up, you would have slumped over already. He stayed inside you for a little longer. Growling out into your ear, “You drive me mad. You are the anarchy I crave.” You feel warm tears well up in your eyes. You can’t tell if it’s because you’re overstimulated or his words meant more than he realized. 

You breathlessly confess, “You are the disorder to my disarray. Nothing is better than the great turmoil you bring to my life.” You plant one more kiss on his exposed teeth before you groan as he pulls out of you. You shudder as you feel his cum drip out of your spent cunt. An idea, good or bad, sparks your hand into motion. You make a show of scooping his cum from between your legs and bringing your fingers to your mouth. 

You made sure we watched every second of your display. His voice drops to a growl as he speaks, “We have time before the next battle in the arena.”

[bones4thecats]

┗ Aunt?!; 2012! Splinter × Sis! Reader ┛

Characters: Splinter (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - 2012) A/N: - ⇘ Summary: After a capturing of a mysterious human claiming to know Master Splinter, she is brought on the male's order. And, when she comes in, memories toss and turn as he introduces the familiar woman to his family. -> The Reader is a human with this being how she looks. I changed the traditional Japanese words (こんにちは) to this (Kon'nichiwa), it's easier for me to read, and I hope it is for you guys too! -> (H/C) = hair color / (E/C) = eye color / (O/H/C) = opposite h/c

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🐀 It was a calming night, the streets of New York City being bearer than a freshly-shaved dog, and the moon lighting up the world like the night's sun. Yet, underneath everything on the surface of the city, there laid a group of fighters protecting the world without anyone knowing.

"Ah man! How do you always manage to beat me, Mikey?!" Raphael yelled.

"I'm just better. Sorry, Raph." He taunted, a smirk on his face as he spoke.

"Oh yeah? How about I batter your face like cookie dough?" He cracked his knuckles and began chasing the screaming mutant turtle.

🐀 Meanwhile, Leonardo watched the television, Space Heroes playing as he watched with sparkles in his eyes. Donatello, on the other hand, merely tinkered with some scraps he found. He smiled gleefully as he managed to find something useful inside of it.

🐀 It was a peaceful night for the small family of outcasts. A gentle expression on the relaxing rat-master as two humans ran down the sewers at full speed. It was evident they were scared.

"Guys! You need to get your stuff ready!" April yelled.

🐀 Donatello looked up, shock in his eyes. He asked what was wrong and why they were needed so suddenly. They had just finished their patrol and found no threats, no motion from the Foot Clan and nothing from any other minor threats.

"Apparently Leatherhead and the other Mighty Mutanimals had found some kind of ninja running around. They thought it was one of you guys, but they noticed it was a female and told us you should come see her." April said.

"A female? She a member of the Foot Clan?" Raphael asked.

"Or another villainous group?" Leonardo added.

"We're not sure."

"Yo, April, she did claim to know Splinter. Remember?" Casey spoke.

"She claimed to know Master Splinter?!" Leonardo yelled.

"Yeah. Crazy, right?"

🐀 The boys all stared at Casey with matching deadpan expressions before they heard the doors to the dojo opening. Everyone looked and saw Master Splinter standing there. He looked at the group and twitched one of his ears out of reflex and put his hands behind his back as he stepped down to the main floor.

"What did this woman look like?" He asked.

"He said she had (o/h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes, and looked like she was from Japan. That's all we got."

"A woman by that description sounds familiar. Are they nearby?"

"Yeah! Leatherhead said he were going to grab Slash and the others to bring the girl here." April replied.

"Good. Good. I shall wait here with you until they arrive."

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🐀 Growls and grunts came from the entrance the Mutanimals came in from. A woman moved around abruptly, though, comparing her size to the others and her position, she was at a disadvantage.

"Let her go. Allow me to see this supposed 'old ally'." Splinter ordered.

🐀 Slash and Leatherhead nodded and one another and laid the girl down, taking off the bag on her head. The first thing that came out was her hair, it stuck out like a sore thumb in the room. She obviously had a wig on, covering her true hair color.

🐀 Splinter looked down with a stoic expression, making everyone ready themselves just in case she was a threat. He then took a deep breath and reached out, gripping the fake hair and pulling it off. She groaned and laid her head down, the only thing on her head now being the wig cap.

🐀 The turtles all stood shocked at what they saw once the cap was removed. There wasn't a random woman kneeling there now, there was a familiar face. This wasn't a stranger, this was a woman in a photo that Master Splinter had displayed.

"Y/N... how did you...?"

"Hey, I was trained as a ninja alongside you, brother. What makes you think my senses are weaker than before? Ageist much?" You taunted, a smirk on your face as Splinter's breath was caught in his throat.

"Watashi no imōtoyo… Anata wa ikite ite genkidesu. Kami ni kansha…"

"Mata aete ureshī yo, nīsan. Anata ga watashi o koishiku omotte ita no to onaji kurai, watashi mo anata ga koishikatta yo."

🐀 A smile curled on both of your faces as he hugged you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you just leaned in and buried your face in his now fur-covered neck. He let out a shaky breath as you embraced, having finally found the other person.

"Uhm, Master?" Leonardo began. "If you don't mind me asking. Who exactly is this woman to you?"

🐀 Splinter stood up, undid your restraints and helped you stand up. A smile crossed your face as you stared at the boys. You had heard about them briefly while listening in on a conversation by the other mutant group.

"I'm Hamato Y/N, daughter of Hamato Yuuta and younger sister to Hamato Yoshi. Or, as you boys refer to him as, Master Splinter."

"Wait... does that make her our...?"

"Boys, meet your Oba."

"It's nice to finally meet my four nephews I have been looking for."

"WE HAVE AN AUNT?!"

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could you write a little jake x fem reader enemies to lovers

Jake webber enemies to lovers head cannons

a/n:tyty for the request, jake’s kinda a dick for a little bit of this so bare with me guys and requests are always open 🙏

it would probably start with you being Johnnie’s friend and the three of you making videos together

you guys had all been sitting together in the recording room and it was the first video you and jake had made together so obviously you weren’t that close

hell this was only the second or third time you had met

you had been giving Johnnie more attention which made Jake jealous but he wouldn’t ever admit that

atleast not to you

then it got to the point where he had been a bit rude to you

he would never say anything about you or to you in attempt to hurt you however, actions definitely speak much louder then words

for example when the three of you would go out Jake would pay for Johnnie’s food (since Jake would be the one driving) but wouldn’t pay for yours

or whenever you would make a video on your channel (assuming you had one) Jake wouldn’t help pay for what ever it was you guys would react to since it wasn’t his video therefore,not his problem

his defense would be something along the lines of him not knowing you well

you’d try your best to ignore his behavior as well as the way you would get butterflies in your stomach whenever you would catch him staring at you for a little too long

one night the three of you decided to go out to a party together

Jake’s wearing some jeans and a shirt that shows off his star tattoos when his arms are raised which you knew would drive you crazy throughout the night had you three stuck together

the car ride there was hell

you knew you couldn’t hate him as much as you wanted to,especially not whenever he looked so good

his hands gripping the wheel with each vein becoming more prominent as he holds onto the leather cover of the wheel

occasionally you would take a couple of glances up at him just for your eyes to meet whenever you would look up at his rear view mirror

the ride there was a bit awkward since you sat in the back of the car scrolling on your phone while Jake and Johnnie conversed

each time Johnnie would invite you into whatever it was they were talking about Jake quickly shut down the conversation

because Jake didn’t want to have any feelings towards you,scared that liking his best friends best friend wouldn’t end up well

and in his mind if he just ignored you he assumed the feelings he had would disappear because that definitely makes sense

once you had all arrived at the party you and Johnnie stuck together while Jake goes and socializes with some of his friends

the real reason he left though was because he couldn’t stand the way you and Johnnie were so close

he really couldn’t stand the way it was so easy for you to talk to him,how you look so pretty when you subconsciously play with you hair or fingers while you would talk

you grab yourself a drink before you finally decide ask Johnnie a question

“why does jake hate me? I mean he may not hate me but he never interacts with me,hardly talks to me and he’s been like this since we met and when we do talk he’s always such a dick about it” you question with a slight frown

surely his best friend would have an answer

Johnnie debates on what he should tell you but he just shrugs and says “i wouldn’t say he hates you per say” to which raises your suspicions

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask since you didn’t know if what Johnnie said was or wasn’t what you wanted to hear

he simply shrugs his shoulders again “do with that information as you will” he jokes because he does know why,he knows Jake likes you,he knows Jake’s jealous of you guys’ friendship, he knows how attractive you are in jake’s eyes but what kind of friend would he be to just rat his friend out like that?

he noticed your expression change after the conversation to which he says “if youre really that concerned about it just go ask him” however this is much easier said then done

or so you thought

“i’ll think about it” you say before telling him you’ll be back so you can go to the bathroom

you search the house looking for the bathroom until you clichely run into Jake on the way

he looks you up and down admiring your outfit as if it’s the first time you’ve seen him all night

“where’s Johnnie at?” he starts “i figured you guys would be together the whole night” he says with a hint of irritation in his voice. “last I saw him was by the kitchen,what’s it to you? you’re not jealous or anything huh?” you joke not thinking anything of it

jake defensively,almost too defensively, says “why would I, Jake webber be jealous of you and my friend hanging out?” cocking a brow in the process. you take a minute to think, remembering the conversation you had a couple minutes ago “you tell me,you’re the one who’s hated me since the fucking second i met you” you spit,your tone suddenly changing with Jake who was clearly not expecting to have this conversation with you tonight and especially not in a place like this. “i don’t hate you” he mutters under his breath barely audible over the music, his confidence diminishing slightly as he realizes he might as well tell you how he actually feels

“right…” you say questioning what it was that he was saying until he cut you off “i don’t hate you at all,I guess I was just jealous of you and Johnnie because of how close you are. I really like you, and-and I knew I would since the second Johnnie told me about you I like how you present yourself,I like how you act,how you dress and you-“

you step up on your tip toes and wrap your arms around his neck before pulling him into a endearing kiss not caring about the place you were in

after a couple more moments you pull back and with a laugh you say “I guess you could say I don’t hate you that much either”

he smiles softly at this before resting his hands along the sides of your face and mumbling a quick apology for the way he had treated you over the last month or so.

he promises that from now on he’ll treat you impossibly well before kissing you once more

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Kaeya's design pt.2 (updated until 5.1 because yes, more stuff gets added with updates, his design is that thought ahead)

or maybe im delusional and looking into things way too much! heyy, Me again!! this is gonna be a master post of all the things ive noticed about kaeya's design, ive made one like it before but since then there's been a bunch of new stuff so i decided to make a new post that has everything i have to note. this is complied of things i myself have noticed and things that others have. this post will not include anything about his skin other than noting a couple of significant differences since the outfit wasn't made specifically for him in the scope of the story, but i might cover it in a separate post

kaeya's design mostly consists of "two sides" in a way, his "mondstat" side and his "khaenri'ah" side.

his mondstadt side includes his vision, the full side of his cape in the back, the earring he wears and his rat tail, all this represents the freedom he has in mondstat and the person he grew to be there, a vision bearing knight of favonius.

the khaenri'ah side includes his eyepatch, the wisp of lighter hair in his bang, a clipped cape ("wing") and the majority of the fur coating. i believe this goes to represent that he's still tied to khaenri'ah despite all the time he's spent in mondstadt, and that he's quite aware of it. Also, the glove on that side has a kind of buckle that kind of reminds me of a shackle or a handcuff, as well as this thing with a bunch of eight pointed stars that are not apparent on the mondstadt

all across his design (the boots, corset belt, gloves, little things on the ends of the cape thing he has, his left sleeve) there are bunch of "eight pointed" stars we see associated with khaenri'ah, one being in his pupil which was a confirmed trait to khaenri'ahn people ever since we saw dainsleif.

id like to note that kaeya's eyepatch is stressed on a lot in game. its constantly referred back to most of the time when kaeya is brought up. he has a voiceline about it (that has been changed once in the english version to to a mistranslation i believe, ill include both versions) the first is the current version.

traveler has a voiceline about it where paimon makes fun of it but i think its notable there's a voiceline specifically about it at all.

its mentioned right when we start the world quest "Bough Keeper" where we meet dainsleif. he doesn't even have an eyepatch half of his face is just black it was a stretch in the first place.

kaeya himself dismisses it as nothing unusual.

in his story quest he says he inherited it from his grandfather, which is solid proof that they're related by blood. (his story quest has some crazy foreshadowing btw that predicted that him and the abyss twin are possibly related in some way or another by extensions but i wont get into it here)

there isnt really a solid idea attached to any of this, other than the fact that kaeya's eyepatch is stressed on as a point of intrigue, its pretty implied to be related to his origin of khaenri'ah, and we often see khaenri'hn people with their right eye covered in some way. and to those of you that think that he wears the eyepatch because diluc injured his eye during his fight, no he isnt. it might've been scarred by him yes but he isnt blind in that eye, and in the webcomic it shows kaeya wearing an eyepatch on the day crepus died, before the fight with diluc.

while we're on the subject of his eyes, he's somewhat of an abnormality amongst Khaenri'ahn people. every other khaenri'ahn person we know have teal eyes with their pupil being a bold black star outline, kaeya's on the other hand are a darker blue with a more faded filled in star. i wont include the eyes of every single character to prove my point but trust me i looked at them all. the only exception seems to be pierro but since he doesnt have an in-game model yet and he wasnt shown super clearly in the trailer im unsure what to make of it for now so i wont include it.

one of the first things generally noticed about kaeya's design once you look into it a little is that he somewhat resembles cryo abyss mages, most notably the fur coat he keeps thrown over his shoulder, the "bunny ears" in his hair (ahoge?) but most of the resemblance comes from playstyle.

in playstyle he's similar in the sense that he teleports on his fifth attack, his ult is similar to the icicles they produce after their shield is broken, he produces his own shield at c4 etc.

(EDIT: i somehow forgot including abyss heralds here, which is insane of me considering that i was always under the impression that if kaeya does turn out to be an abyss monster its definitely more likely to be a herald/lector. i dont necessarily think that he is but there are similarities!)

As for abyss heralds, he does also have a similar design element with the Frost Fall one! Despite being a minor similarity i think its worth pointing out , but they do have kind of similar lapel things, the herald has those wing like things both in the front and back , similar to kaeya's "clipped" wings, that appear under the full wing and in the front of his outfit as well

(fun fact, when i found out they're going to release a cryo abyss herald i was so excited and kept prolonging the fight with it in the quest so i can see if it has similar attack patterns to kaeya) (it does, he does a couple slash attacks that look like kaeya's normal attacks)

one crazy thing also is his cape looks a lot like the top part of the celestial nails and the bottom part of the statues of the seven, and weirdly enough parts of paimons outfits.

a lot of people theorize the log in screen is the enterance to celestia, and that the nails in dragonspine and the chasm are fallen pillars from there. for someone from a godless nation its sort of weird that he seems to have that connection to something celestial huh? this part of the design is also included in his special dish in the skewer itself. (he also marks the mushroom with an eight pointed star as opposed to the x on the regular one)

other than celestian, mondstadtian, khaenri'ahn themes in his outfit, he also has fatui ones! on the front side of the cape we can see that it attaches to a fur thing that covers kaeya's lapels. i have no idea how this attaches or if its just thrown on top, but this design choice is distinctly fatui, weirdly enough. specifically in the style of the attire of the fatui harbingers coats or official ware when they're gathered. i related it distinctly to pierro before but after getting a good look at capitano's model its more fatui, though there's some things that are similar distinctly between kaeya and pierro.

most distinctly, the fur and the lapels being in a very similar shape which is the part that's distinctly fatui, the mask/eyepatch over the right eye as well a strikingly differently colored strand of hair being distinct to pierro and kaeya.

there's a kind of gap in the middle of pierro's chest part of the outfit that somewhat resembles the one kaeya has as well. i saw someone point this out on reddit but i cant find the post because it was a while ago but regardless, they brought up the point of it being exactly in the place and shape of where abyss heralds/black serprent knights have an eight-pointed star, which could be a subtle nudge at khaenri'ah as well.

now, i have two ideas of what those similarities could be hinting at.

kaeya is actually a fatui member (which i believe has some sort of merit because of the recent appearances of capitano and some similarties between them in attire and playstyle weirdly enough, as well as a theory ive been getting behind that states that capitano could be/is related to anfortas alberich)

the fatui harbinger design choices are actually inspired by khaenri'ah, which isnt a stretch given that pierro is the founder and director of the fatui harbingers. thus making them look similar to kaeya rather than vice versa.

panning back up a little bit, regarding the silver hair in kaeya, it seems to be expanding to the rest of his hair, in his skin it goes down the length of his braid.

in the webcomic where we flash back to the past a bit, we see kaeya actually doesnt have the little strand of silver over his left ear, as well as when we return to the normal time setting of the comic, its also not included in his icy featherflight splash art (this 100% could be a stretch on my part they could've just forgot about it its a small strand) (while we're talking about stretches, my biggest one is that childe has a similar streak in his hair lol but that might be going toooo far)

last but not least, his vision, one of the most interesting things about his whole characters. a person from a nation that actively defied the gods recieving a sign of their recognition seems like kind of a threat doesnt it? and its all the more ominous that his vision casing is different from every other mondstadt casing!

this is the back of kaeya's vision next to the back of diluc's vision for comparison, the only notable things are the lack of a third wing probably signifying he's sort of out of place, and the swirl? wave? whatever you wanna call it is on the wrong side. every other character with a double sided vision has the swirl on the other side like jean, diluc, mona, eula, lisa (etc..? i havent seen anyone else with a double sided vision which is also interesting, at least from mond)

however!! weirdly enough, in the 3.8 summer event where kaeya gets his skin, his vision actually gets a different casing, as you can see he gets his full three wings, as well as an extra spike! but not really an extra spike because the vision is just on top of another thing that makes it look like it has a third spike, but the wing is actually there. the genshin fashion archive isnt updated with kaeya's skin so i cant check if there's a swirl, even though the vision isnt even double sided in the skin which is also really weird to me.

im pretty sure ive covered most things, if anyone has any additions please let me know! id love to look into them.

i think kaeya is a really interesting character who's incredibly centered around foreshadowing in the way he carries himself and his backstory, so to think that they managed to extend the foreshadowing bit into even his design is a little bit insane imo.

[jinxfavoritwlw]

JINXXGIRL READER❗️

Contains: Stalking, domjinx, hair pulling,strap on, licking, switch, rough sex, dirty talk.

(In this one-shot your name will be Victoria)

Enjoy🫶🏻

Overview: you’re starting to notice something weird like someone is watching you. One night you find out who it is and decides to confront them but what you didn’t expect is that it’s the girl you’ve been fangirling over.

11pm Saturday night

Victoria’s pov

My suspicion grew more as I kept hearing something moving under my bed, at first I thought that it could be a rat or an insect but at the thought of that grossed me out and I didn’t even bother to look. It’s weird because last night I heard something from my closet and the day before that I felt someone breathing behind me while I was asleep. Am I going crazy ? Or maybe I just haven’t gotten enough sleep? A ghost maybe ? No something doesn’t sit right.

This time I decided to found out myself, I started of with looking under my bed. Nothing. I then checked my closet still nothing, I looked under my desk I still couldn’t find anyone. I even checked inside my bathroom and I couldn’t find anything.

As I scratched the back of neck trying to figure out what to do now I suddenly felt someone behind me. Not that I could see it but i definitely could feel the presence of someone, My body tensed up, I felt my hands getting sweating and I started to feel nervous. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down taking deep breaths and hoping that it was nothing. After a moment of silence I slowly turned my head back to check still having my eyes closed with my teeth clenched My heart beat began to pound faster, I took my last deep breath before slowly opening my eyes.

When I finally opened them a great relief left my body there was no one. Only my desk filled with makeup and accessories and my coat hanging by my door. “Phew, maybe I might be going crazy after all?” I chuckled as I spoke to myself, “oh well” I once again muttered before turning the lights off. I climbed on to my bed and tucked myself under my covers. As I were slowly getting tired and was about to fall asleep I felt a hand on my waist, I quickly opened my eyes and saw purple eyes that was glowing right into my soul. “AHH A DEMON!!” Seeing that made me scream and jump off my bed hitting my head on the ground. “Jeez that was a-bit offensive don’t ya think princess?” a feminine raspy voice spoke up. she slid off my bed, to stand there for a moment, just staring at me. I looked up and saw nothing but two purple eye balls staring directly at me. “Who the fuck are you?! And what are you doing in my house NO ACTUALLY IN MY ROOM!” I screamed as I was still on the helplessly on the ground. There’s was silence then I felt her stepping closer to me, I slowly backed up till my back hit the wall leaving no more space to move back further.

Jinx’s pov

As the helpless girl kept backing up I continued to follow her till she had no more space. A grin appeared on my face as the excitement grew stronger in me. I went down on knee and went closer to her face our noses almost touching. “No need to be scared I won’t bite” I said with a low tone in my voice. The girl then started stuttering trying to act brave as she wasn’t nervous of my presence, How cute. “Answer my question.” She then said trying to sound imitating. I chuckled as I took a lighter from my pocket and lit it in front of our faces making us see each others faces a bit clearer. I lifted her chin up making her look up at me more, Fuck she’s so sexy.. “well I’ve been noticing you watching me a lot when I’ve been out fighting. And to be honest it really turns me on darling” I answered her as my hand slowly went up to her check gently rubbing it. “j-jinx?” Her voice quickly softened. I put my back lighter in my pocket, “here let me help you up” my strong arms carried her up and I laid her back to her bed again. “You know you’re not so good at stalking yourself gorgeous, you really think I wouldn’t notice ya?” I could feel her face turning red as she heard my words but she still tried to act resistant“I- Uhm that’s not the point! You sneaked into my house and now you’re in my room.” She said acting like she didn’t like me being here I chuckled at her response. I wanted to tease her. “Well you started didn’t ya? I only finished what you started princess. Now answer my question why are you watching me so much Hm?” I again leaned closer to her face feeling her breathing fast. “I…i used to think you were cool when you were fighting and made me grow an obsession so every time I heard you fighting with someone I always rushed to watch you..” I could feel her getting embarrassed at her own words but this just made me bite my lower lip at the thought of a hot girl like her drooling over me while I kick asses. “Used to ?” I asked curiously “yeah Uhm now that you’ve been stalking me and breaking into my house I change my mind.” She said as she crossed her arms turning away facing the window. I licked my lips and grabbed her chin to look at my direction again. “Look at me when I’m talking to you Victoria.” She got surprised by me calling her by her name after all we were still strangers. “How’d you know my name?! See this is what I mean you’re-” I interrupted her before she could finish her sentence by going closer to her face “push me away” I dared her. She then put both her hands on my shoulders ready to push me away but instead she pulled me closer to her making our lips touch.

Your passionate kiss turned more aggressive as you continued tasting each others mouth, she enters her tongue in your moans making you let out a slight moan. “I knew you wanted me” she teasingly said, “shut up and just kiss me” your lips were pressed against each other once again. You felt her hands travel to your breast massaging them and pinching your sensitive nipples leaving you to moan again, your reaction made her even more hungry to taste you. She was now on top of you still kissing you and massaging your breast. She went to your neck sucking and biting you leaving marks there. “Ahh..” you moan as she continues to travel down to your body making it to your wet pussy. She teasingly licked your clit slowly not being able to control your moans. “So eager aren’t you doll?” She grins before flicking her tongue faster going circles on your clit. “Ahh fuck don’t stop jinx” you moaned as she continues to fuck you with her tongue. “Mmm you taste so good princess” she said as she was hungrily eating you out making you almost loose your breath. “Oh god..jinx I’m gonna-“ before you got to finish she stopped and went up to whisper in your ear “you’re not coming until I say so.” She whispered in her husky voice “now close your eyes. Don’t you dare open them” you nod in response and closed your eyes slightly annoyed that you didn’t get to cum knowing jinx loved the tease. You felt her getting off your bed and grab something. You heard her sneaking through your things “oh look what we have here” her words made you sit up and look. “W-what are you doing in my drawers?! How did you know-“ you were cut off by her placing a hand on your mouth blocking you to speak “a strap on huh, what a dirty slut. And you opened your eyes when I told you not to, you want to get punished ?” You shake your hand at her words your mouth still being covered by her hand. “You wanna be a good girl?” She asked making you look up at her, you body desperately needed her touch you wanted it so bad. You nod in response once again not being able to speak. “Lay on your stomach and arch your back for me darling” she demanded and you quickly did what she requested, She put the strap on on, you could feel her teasingly rubbing the fake cock your pussy that only made you want it even more..at this point you’d beg for it. “Beg.” She said still teasingly rubbing on your clit. “please fuck me jinx, fuck me hard please” you whimpered, you felt her hand run through the back of your head gripping your hair making your head fall back. “Beg more slut” she continues demanding as she slaps your cheeks making you squeak, You loved this. “Please Jinx please fuck me I promise I’ll be a good girl for you” you begging filled her excitement and she began pounding you with the strap making your let out a gasp “Ahhh jinx..” she fucked you faster every second. Your eyes were rolling in the back of your head as you bit your lower lip trying not to moan so loud. “Mm just like that take it like a good slut baby” her words made you even wetter wanting more and more from her.”cum for me baby.” She said as she went deeper with the strap making you moan her name loudly “Ahh jinx..” you felt a vibrator pressed against your clit as your hole was still getting pounded, Both pleasure made you almost go crazy wanting already to come “please jinx let me cum please I can’t hold it in anymore…” she smirked at your begging and went faster making you squirt all over the strap at the same time you reached your climax. She pulled out the strap from your pussy that was now dripping and licked the mess you caused. “God you’re so sexy” she spoke in her seductive voice. But you weren’t done yet. You grabbed her arms each side and pinned her down to the bed all the juices still dripping from your pussy. “Still not satisfied? Damn princess you really are a needy slut for me” you have no response and just smashed your lips on her then travelling to her neck sucking and biting it leaving marks all over her neck. You then proceeded to slowly continue kissing her down till you reached her pussy ”Fuck..princess”

Thanks for reading let me know if you want any requests of what you want me to write 🫶🏻

[wolfsrainrules]

Stares off into the distance:

So.

Apparently my brain is just going to run along with various crossovers. Today, I bring you the thought of a John Wick fusion au (actually five differnet ones) with Batman/DC. (Again: a reminder that all my DC/Batman knowledge is fandom based)

@north-peach hellllppppp

Couple of thoughts for this.

The First: Janet Drake is one of the underworld's best. She's fantastic at manipulation and killing. She could walk herself out of a situation covered in blood, and convince people who saw it all happen that she never touched the body.

Tim grows up at her knee. He learns for the very best. And Janet teaches him everything she can- because despite the job and the crazy hours, and the travel, she loves her son. She wants to give him every opportunity to make it out alive from anything. Unharmed and not in trouble if possible, but alive most of all.

John Wick is a ghost story to the underworld. Tim has always been curious about people who could cause such a stir as his mother or John Wick might. When he meets him, he decides that man is Friend Shaped despite every sign saying Do Not. Despite every horror story saying it's a bad plan. (Much as he will later look at a story in a city of a cryptid said to be a manifestation of a city, a demon, a physical representation of all those who have died unavenged and decide the same)

More than that- John has ZERO idea how to handle Tim. He's a k i d. John's not gonna kill him for just...showing up all the time. It's not like he interferes or causes problems. In fact, he helps sometimes. Provides info, or a direction, a place to crash-

Tim confuses John.

Tim is also the very first to congratulate him, when he manages to get out of the underworld for Helen and mean it. To not even question the 'impossibility' of the Baba Yaga deciding he was done. John didn't bother to ask how Tim knew he'd left and why before the news actually broke out.

Tim watching John get out, go for it and SUCCEED is what gives him the courage to confess to his mother that he wanted to spend some time outside of the underworld, watching the curious case of Batman and Gotham. And Janet loves her son. So she arranges for it to be so.

They both know who Bruce Wayne is. Janet had figured it out before even Tim. She makes him promise that, if he needs her, he will call her, and lets him hunker in Gotham while he does what he wishes. She makes some trips back to Gotham, of course, but not so many that enemies can figure out there's someone important to her there. Janet is THE Femme Fatale. She has plenty of people who would go after her boy. And she's not having that.

Tim doesn't actually PLAN to get involved in vigilante life. At all. He's underworld born and bred. He's a survivor, manipulative, and can be a level of cunning and cold and ambitious that always makes his mother so so proud. He's not a do-right kind of person. He's not someone who does things for people outside of "me and mine" without a reason. Or if it goes against his moral code.

Except Jason Todd becomes one of "Me and Mine". He's a friend. A nosy vigilante who sees that his friend is alone and sets off his instincts as dangerous yes, but also as 'not a civilian' in a conventional sense. He's not a street rat, but he's not...normal either. And Tim? Tim, once he decides this Robin is his Robin, well he can't very well leave him undefended doing this ALONE can he? Though he understands by working with Robin, he cant use the tried and true methods of murder, as it could get pinned to Robin or Batman and he can't have that. If he wants to fly with Jason, he needs to fly by his rules. So a new vigilante is born that runs the streets with Robin. A little more vicious but in a cold and precise manner. Exacting. He doesn't let Jason go after his mother without doing the information gathering, and stops his death by Joker.

For a time, Tim finds himself pulled into the Wayne family, and he...thrives with them. He's happy. He learns under them. Expands his skillset, and still sent out to learn from people around the world. He is NOT fool enough to turn that away- his mother would somehow KNOW wherever she was if he turned down that kind of opportunity and he did not want to imagine the disappointment and response. NO THANK YOU.

When the underworld is kicked like a hornets' nest by John Wick coming back into the fold, Tim is...curious. He's kept an eye on John and Helen, if not stayed in direct and constant contact with them. He hadn't expected John to step foot back into the underworld.

And then his mother sends word to him, calls him back to the Continental, warns that the underworld is getting REALLY kicked up as a result. Tim...needs to go. He cannot imagine NOT answering his mother.

He arranges things on the Gotham end. Says temporary goodbyes and gets to the NY branch asap. Beats his mother there.

Makes it just in time to see John Wick pull a gun on Continental Grounds and shoot a newly crowned seat at the Table and is caught up in the chaos.

His family are going to end UP in the chaos themselves, because they will not cannot leave Tim in it alone. The connections Tim has are MUCH a surprise, he's done very well in hiding exactly what he used to do, and WHY he has a contact and hand in everything, and can ALWAYS get his family what they need. The Second: Tim Drake still grows up at Janet's knee. He learns it all. Thrives in it all. He ends up NOT going down the road of hitman or assassin or any number of things he could have done. Instead Tim Drake chooses to be a Information Broker that claims Gotham eventually, and by means of getting taken in by Bruce, the Wayne Manor and grounds around it become neutral grounds much like the Continental, if you want Tim's services to remain open to you. If you pull the underworld onto the ground...well. Just because Tim goes by Bruce's rules, and just because he PREFERS the route of nonviolence does not in any way mean he would not kill to protect it. To prove a point. To make a statement. To allow one to get away with it is to allow danger to his family and he WILL NOT, no matter that they all are perfectly capable of defending themselves. The Underworld is entirely different than their villains. To not kill the offender is to open themselves to weakness and targets. So Tim WILL.

Gotham is not Wayne Manor. The City is fair game to the underworld. Wayne Manor is NOT.

The Third:

Janet raises her boy at her knee still. Tim chooses the route of Doctor instead. He sets up in Gotham, and decides he likes the foolish vigilantes enough to step in when it's needed and save their lives. He becomes known to the Batfam as a Doc that will not ask questions, but is absolutely one of the most capable people they've seen. If Leslie isn't available, or not close enough, they go to Tim, if Tim doesn't find them, because he certainly seems to know when they need it.

The Batfam does sometimes find him having dealt with Some Things underworld involved so they are WORRIED about their idiot, despite the fact that Tim can and will Wreck everyone that causes problems in his area. He has also shown up stripping off blood covered scrub tops or whatever cause hes coming in hot from another healing thing, and they all wonder and worry and just- it's fine. Everything is fine.

They worry anyway.

Despite the fact that Tim has friends seemingly everywhere, from all walks of life, favors all over, and connections to seemingly everything as a result of his work. (He has absolutely been offered favors as payment, hits, assassinations and all sorts of things. He never turns them away. Janet taught him better. Instead he has markers and logs, books and written promises all stacked away. He remembers them all of course, but better to have written proof somewhere, something official. The Continental holds it for him.

The Fourth:

Gotham HAS a Continental Hotel due to all of its.....everything. Janet Drake runs it. Tim knows EVERYONE and everything, and has absolutely run the counter often. Bruce doesn't know what it is. Ra's absolutely does. Tim is the next to take over the branch and EVERYONE knows it.

He ends up occasionally, when people step on his morals, providing information to the Bat.

Jason managed to find his way inside by accident, and may or may not get himself heavily involved in the underworld even BEFORE the Red Hood thing.

The Fifth:

Same concept as 4 except BRUCE WAYNE runs the Continental and the ripples of everything therein.

[ureternalmajesty]

Make Up Sex

John Price x reader

Warnings: angst to fluff, smut, age gap, price is 41 and reader is 20, reader is a lieutenant, poc friendly, callsign Belial, only pronouns, Make up sex

Based on the prompt: “I can’t do this anymore.”

Words:1.6k

Text messages. Your relationship with Price was a secret and you didn’t mind one bit. You’d both text each other like crazy even when you were sitting across the room.

Price: Date this weekend at 8?

You: Sure baby but where?

Price: That’s a surprise dear

The days flew by and you went on the date with John. This isn’t your first date with him, you've been with him for six months. And from what you could tell, no one knew you were the Captain’s lover. You made your way to John sitting next to him placing a kiss on his cheek.

He brought you to the park to watch Halloween on the big screen he had put up just so you could watch it. “Thank you, John.” You were happy and he loved it. “Welcome, love.” He watched as you watched the movie.

John wasn’t a fool but he was a complete fool when it came to you. A couple of days before your date Soap made a jab at him for having a crush on the younger lieutenant.

The messages between you and John were less frequent. John spending the night in your room had stopped. So when you see the text telling you to come to his office you jump up all happy and make your way to him.

Pushing the door open, you step inside. “Hi, baby.” You smiled but John raised his hand. “It’s Captain Lieutenant Beilal.” You frowned but covered it up. “What’s wrong Captain you needed to see me?” You spoke eyes watching him as he put out his cigar. “I can’t do this anymore Beilal.” You felt your stomach drop.

“Can’t do what Captain?” You felt a lump in your throat when you asked him the question. “This lieutenant! our relationship. People are going to think horribly of the two of us together. It's our careers on the line and if one of us were to go..." His voice trailed off. Your hands were in fists at your sides as your eyes twitched. "Why does it matter what others think about us, John? I don't give two rats asses what others think about us. I just want to be with you." You hissed out as he let out a sigh.

"This was a mistake, Kid. You need someone younger." Your heart fell in two and dropped to your stomach. "I need you, John." At this point, there was no hiding your feelings, your vision was blurry. "Beilal." You wiped your tears and stood up straight there was no sign of the emotions you had shown seconds ago. "Good day, Captain."

“'Cause girl, I'm hungover Let's just start over Gotta be more to love than this We should be naughty Connect our bodies You know I'm on it I'm on my knee”

Months went by and you spent your time avoiding the captain the best you could. While you could hide your pain, the others knew Price well. "Belial, I don't know, Price just seems Irritated lately." Soap spoke as you sat next to Ghost cleaning your guns. "I don't know and honestly don't care. Whatever is bothering the Captain is personal he would've told us what was happening." The others were used to you being blunt but what gave it away was the venom that dripped with every word. You didn't catch the look that Soap and Ghost threw each other. It was late so you bid the two goodnight and headed back to your room.

Once you were in the room you closed the door behind you and jumped on the bed and screamed into your pillow as a knock was heard from the other side of your door. "What!" You called out but there was no answer. The knocking continued. Getting up and opening up the door. "What do you want?" You looked over your ex-lover who stood there leaning against the doorframe. You could smell the alcohol on him.

“You love.” Grabbing your hips and pulling you against him. You pushed against him. “No, John.” You spoke trying to push him out the door. “Y/n please just one time.” You looked up into his eyes dragging him into your room and closing the door behind you as his lips trailed along your neck. “One time only John.”

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The thing was it wasn’t one time only. You and John continued to fuck and it was getting to you now. So when John came and threw your door open closing it behind him with his boot only to find you sitting on your bed. “What’s wrong?” John was confused about why you were sitting there with your arms crossed. “John I can’t do this anymore.” It came out in a whisper. “Can’t fuck around with you and pretend that I don’t have feelings for you still.” You told him looking up at him from your spot on your bed. “You fuck me and do everything with me that we used to do in our relationship…I admit I still have feelings for you John. I love you but you can’t admit that you love me.” You watched as John watched you speak from where he stood.

“John say something!” You were now standing toe to toe with him looking up at him. His hand was twitching in irritation. “Beilal please.” Taking his hand. “John I admit I have feelings for you and I love you. But I need to know do you love me, John?” You whispered.

“I fucking love you Beilal and I’m so sorry I hurt you.” He pulled you in his hands cupping your face and placing a kiss on your lips. “Let me make it up to you love.” He spoke as he pulled away from the kiss leaning his forehead against yours. “Make it up to me John.” Once the words passed your lips, clothes were flying. John had stripped you both of your clothes in record time. Your body bounced slightly from the force of John throwing you on the bed as his eyes looked over your body, his fingers trailing your body as he kissed up your body, mumbling apologies to you. The way his fingers were featherlight and ghosted across your skin had you almost begging for more. “John, it's okay.” You looked down at him as he lay between your legs placing kisses and nibbling on your inner thigh. “Gonna take my time with you love.” His hand trailed down from your thigh to your now soaked pussy. “Shit.” He groaned as he dipped into your wet core and a small moan escaped your lips. “I barely touched you and your soaked honey.” His fingers pumped in and out before he slid them out spreading your arousal across your clit as you watched as he sat up and back on his legs as he fisted his dick. His thumb rubbed across his tips and his other thumb drew circles on your clit. Your moans and his groans filled the room as he wedged himself between your thighs, tip running between your wet folds before his tip pushed into you as groans spilled from both of you. The stretch from his dick was something that you hated and loved. 

His hand wrapped around the back of your head, pressing your forehead against his as his hips rocked, filling you with his cock. He pinched your side as he bottomed out and you squirmed beneath him. When his pace increased, your moans increased in volume. Your mouth was covered as he gained speed. You moaned into your hand as he told you "move your fucking hand.". John reached up and snatched your hand away from you. “John they can hear us.” you breathed out as his pace got faster. “Let them hear you love.” He groaned placing a kiss on your nose. “Love you so much honey 'm sorry I hurt you.” John’s words were slurred with pleasure and you paid no mind as your nails dragged down his back. “Not gonna last need to fill you up.” He growls out as he drops his hands from your head as it falls against the pillow both of his hands now on your hips. His hips hit the backs of your thighs as your body rocks with him and he takes one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks on it. The knot in your stomach was growing and you were pretty sure if no one heard you before they sure did hear you now. “Fuck John m’gonna cum.” You moaned as John’s thrusts became brutal and he nearly had you in a mating press rubbing your clit as he bullied his cock in and out of your pussy. His head dropped from against yours to your neck as his tongue and teeth ran across your neck and collarbone. The knot in your stomach began to unravel as you felt your orgasm washing over you. As John fucked you through your orgasm, your pussy clenched around his dick. A moan escaped his lips as his pace got sloppy. "Fuck, sweetheart, you're making a mess," he muttered as he filled you up with his cum with one final thrust. He placed a kiss on your forehead before pulling out a hiss and watching his cum spill out. “Shit, that's a pretty sight to see.” As he gathered up the cum and pushed it back in your pussy. 

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“Woah Captain you never told us you had a girlfriend,” Gaz spoke up once he walked into the gym seeing Price’s back littered with the scratches you left last night. “Who’s the lucky lass?” Soap spoke as the others waited as you walked in and placed a kiss on his cheek handing him a bottle of water. “NO FUCKING WAY.”

[cherr-22]

TNGDH 32

“Gasp…… Ugh. I’m dying…….”

After leaving the study, I ran like crazy. I ran like I’ve never ran before.

Thankfully, it wasn’t too far from my room. If I weren’t fast enough, the ‘Summon’ duration would end and I would’ve disappeared in the middle of the hallway, leaving behind nothing but my clothes.

After running at full speed, I went into the bed, covered myself with the blanket, and canceled the ‘Summon’. With that, I was summoned back to where I designated in advance, under the sawdust.

―Squeak. (Whew.)

At this rate, I might end up passing away young…….

I stumbled towards the middle of the hamster house and laid on my back with my arms and legs stretched out. The sky is yellow. So yellow.

“Did you exercise? You look tired.”

Kyle appeared suddenly and picked me up while I was still panting. He began to kiss all over me. With no strength to even lift up a paw, I helplessly received all his affectionate gestures.

―Squeak……. (Are you content now…….)

“I understand, I understand. I also like you a lot.”

―Squeak……. (This clueless bastard…….)

“Today, I will make you a present.”

Kyle, who put me down, put a handful of duck feathers into the handkerchief he laid out for me last night. Then, he carefully began to quilt it.

Although it looked a little awkward and had threads sticking out, it came out better than the dish scrub he made before. Have you been practicing these days?

I peered at his face with my barely open eyes. There was a warm smile that contrasted with the endless winter out the window.

What are you so happy about.

It’s just a demonic beast.

As I felt the handkerchief being carefully placed on my back, I slowly closed my eyes..

―Squeak……. (This diligent, tactless, warm-hearted bastard…….)

One day, this moment would become a memory to think back about after I return back to my world.

It would be a happy memory to remember.

*

―…….

“…….”

“…….”

It was a suffocating silence..

I looked back and forth at Kyle and the magician, who were both watching me put up a guard.

It had been thirty minutes since the magician entered the study. They constantly observed me as if I were a lab rat. Stop staring please. It’s really burdensome.

Gulp.

A swallow was heard throughout the room.

The culprit was the nervous magician next to Kyle.

“T-then, I will start now.”

As if he had finally made up his mind, the magician, who looked to be middle-aged, lifted me up carefully.

The lift was uncomfortable. The palm I was sitting on was shaking hard as if an earthquake occurred.

―Squeak……. (Excuse me, sir…….)

Are you trying to play with me or what?

I sat on the shaking palms and gave him a wary look.

You must be nervous with Kyle glaring at you as if he were going to rip you to pieces, but it’s not like Kyle would actually shred you. He’s just worried. He’s just an ordinary demonic beast lover.

After wiping his sweat with the back of his hand, the magician began to inject blue mana into my body. I closed my eyes and hugged tight onto the cashew nut in my hands.

I didn’t know how my body would react to this and neither did the system, but I had no choice but to take a gamble. Kyle would’ve used all possible methods he could find to make me grow.

Right. It’s better to get this done and over with.

―……?

Bam.

My body was pushed slightly to the side along with the sound of something blunt hitting each other.

I held tighter onto the cashew nut I almost dropped and stretched out my neck to look around like a meerkat. Wh-what was that? Something just flew by?

“……Did you do it?”

“I did, however…….”

There was a crushing silence. The magician swallowed again nervously before placing his hand on my body once more.

“This…… this time I’ll try injecting harder.”

Despite saying that, he was still shaking incredibly.

Your life must also be a rough ride. I pat the magician’s hand with my front paw and took a short, deep breath. Come, I am ready.

“……Hmph!”

The magician made a weird grunting sound before drawing up a palm full of blue mana energy. Then, the moment the powerful mana shot out and made contact with my body…

Ting.

Ting.

Bam.

My body rolled back twice before colliding with the wall. I was buried in Kyle’s knitted yarns.

“Cashew!”

Kyle quickly picked me up. I shook my head and felt some static electricity penetrating my whole body.

‘Just what exactly is happened?’

What happened? Is mana supposed to feel this shocking?

[The in□able power □s d□sp□.]

I blankly stared at the system window that appeared in front of my eyes. The letters were broken into pixels and were difficult to read, but I felt I knew what it was saying.

‘Is it saying that the mana of my body and this world are colliding? Is it the same for the unexpected appearance of the beast during the reconnaissance?’

As I was lost in my thoughts, Kyle checked my entire body for any wounds.

“……Your Highness. This, I don’t think this is your typical demonic beast.”

The magician said in a hushed voice as he formed a puddle below his feet from his sweat.

“If this little one isn’t a demonic beast, what could it possibly be!”

Kyle covered me with his palm as he shouted at the magician who stood far away from him and flinched.

Hey, hey. Don’t be like that. It isn’t his fault.

“H-however, it’s not only not accepting the mana, it’s even reflecting it back…….”

While the magician rambled, I picked up the cashew nut that had flown away. The end was slightly cracked from the impact earlier. It also looked like there was a bit of dust on it.

―…….

I threw the cashew nut in frustration. Forget it. I’m not eating this dirty thing. I should use ‘Summon’ and eat something nicer.

I sat back down and watched two people arguing- no, one person suffering from the rage of the other. It’s not like I could stop the fight with this body of mine. I would have to wait for them to finish on their own.

Thinking like that, I revisited the system window with the pixel letters.

“Your Highness!”

I turned my head at the sudden voice and the study door flinging open.

It was a face I knew. He was one of Kyle’s knights in the scouting party.

“What’s the matter. A guest is here, so quickly state your matter.”

“M-my apologies! However, a letter arrived saying that Prince Belial had been attacked……!”

“……attacked?”

……What? Attacked?

I jumped up.

Kyle chased off the magician and put me back into the hamster house. After closing the house, he approached the knight at the door.

Hey. Talk inside the room! Let me hear it too!

I pressed my ears against the transparent wall. Fortunately, the study door was not completely closed, so I was able to vaguely hear the conversation.

In summary, Belial, who was returning back to the imperial palace, was ambushed by an unknown group. It was a serious incident that caused the carriage to overturn, but because the location was closer to the imperial palace, it took time for the news to reach the Blake estate……

I crossed my arms and paced back and forth in the hamster house.

The early part of <The Winter’s Heart>. The only attack I knew at this point of the novel was the ambush on Kyle that resulted in him getting wounded on his right arm.

But that incident didn’t occur on Kyle due to my interference. So instead, Belial was attacked?

‘……Something’s not right.’

Does that mean the unknown force behind the ambush on Kyle in the original story wasn’t from Belial? I thought deeply while rocking on the swing.

The controlling power within the imperial palace was definitely the second prince, Belial. I’d hate to admit, but he had exceptional leadership skills and a captivating smile, making him popular among the people.

Then was it different within the palace? As far as I knew, some subjects already openly considered Belial to be the future emperor even though the 1st prince was still alive.

‘But, what was his name again?’

Suddenly, a system window appeared.

[Lorenz Serena Meinhardt was weak-minded and cowardly. He couldn’t compete with Kyle in force, nor could he beat Belial in intellect. All he had left was the pride of being the 1st prince.

‘Right. It was Lorenz.’

I disliked him so much I even forgot his name.

I recalled the description of him from the story. With a hair color lighter than Belial’s, he was said to have a sharp appearance that resembled his mother, Serena. His thick eyebrows and clear facial features were said to resemble the emperor.

[눈_눈]

### ‘눈’ means ‘eye’. The emote resembles a frowning face.

Yeah. Like that.

However, the imperial family valued tradition and legitimacy. No matter how much power Belial held, he would not be able to become the emperor.

Besides, it wasn’t as if Prince Lorenz had no support at all, and the emperor probably would want to entrust the country to his eldest son.

That was why I thought Lorenz wouldn’t interfere with Belial’s matters. He could become the emperor even if he stood still, so there was no need to make a mess.

―Squeak. (This is all so confusing.)

While I spun the hamster wheel with my hands habitually, Kyle returned to the study with a slightly depressed look on his face.

It seemed everything has settled down. How kind of you to worry about your enemy like that.

With a short sigh, I used ‘Summon’. He didn’t seem to have the spirit to look after the hamster, so this would be the perfect time to become Shu.

Above all, the small hamster body wouldn’t be able to give Kyle the comfort he needed. For now, I want to be be his side as a human being.

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[tell-me-a-tale-that-tells]

HIS EVERLOVING DARK STAR

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Summary: Hancock encounters a vampire woman and slowly fell for her.

Pairing: John Hancock (Fallout 4) x Vampire OC

Type: request

Warnings: blood, sex, chem use

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The thunderstorm in the wasteland is not an easy business.

Besides deafening sounds, the blinding flashes of lightnings, the radiations are the ones that will kill you for sure.

Unless you're a ghoul, then you can stay out in the open, under the poisonous rain, like it's a fricking day at the spa.

Hancock is doing just that, smoking on the balcony of the town hall.

He doesn't know what the hell he's smoking but it must be good because it's doing wonders with his nerves.

He glances behind him, checking on her.

Oh, her.

John wonders every day what he had done to be worthy of having her in his life.

Her long body sprawled on the couch, wearing only a thin night grown.

She takes a hit of Jet and then, feeling watched, she looks in his direction with a warm smile.

Yeah, he feels like the luckiest bastard in the whole world.

Their encounter was, for sure, the strangest of his life.

In a pitch-dark night, when not even the most remote star dared to show itself in the sky, he was returning home from the third rail.

The rustling of garbage in an alley picked his attention, it's not that in Goodneightbor there aren't cats or rats, but one can't be never sure.

He cocked his gun, ready to shot, just in case.

Hancock turned left and freezes on the spot.

On the ground there was an Assassin, his throat slit from ear to ear, his unseen eyes still open.

The figure crouched down on him halted their movements, raising their hands at the sound of the first shot.

"Wait! Wait don't shoot!" She yelled and John realized that the girl's hands were covered in blood.

"Besides doing me a favor, killing off that bastard, tell me why the fuck I shouldn't make a hole in your head" John hissed.

"Let me explain, please" The woman answered, slightly turning her head.

Hancock could see that even her mouth was red, smudged with fresh and glistening blood.

As she turned around, he pointed his gun right between her eyes "Sister, I'm afraid cannibals are unwelcomed in my town".

She narrowed her brows, looking confused and offended "I'm not a cannibal. I wasn't eating him; I was drinking his blood."

John could have laughed at her tone because she spoke those worlds like it was the most obvious thing to say.

"And what does that make you, uh? A vampire?" He smirked.

"...Well, yes" she stated.

Maybe he was way too drunk or high for that.

"Listen. As I said, I have to thank you because that man was only causing troubles and he met the end he deserved. But I can't let you go so easily; you could hurt some innocent" he lowered his gun anyway.

"Are you a... sheriff or something?" She smirked, raising an eyebrow at his strange attire.

"I am the mayor, actually. John Hancock" he tipped his hat.

"Nimue" she answered back, her stained lips curling in a smile.

Since that encounter their days have been a crazy rollercoaster.

He tried to arrest her twice, keeping her in jail was basically hearing her hissing and complaining about the heat.

If Nimue is truly a vampire, John can't tell, she could be just a crazy woman with a very serious iron deficiency.

Sure, she drinks a lot of blood, but she uses also a lot of chems.

He like that part a lot.

Nimue can handle chems better than him, she needs at least twice the dose he takes to have the slightest effect, but when she's high...John blesses the Gods if there are any.

She's crazy when sober, her chatting and easygoing nature is so refreshing in a town like Goodneightbor or in every other town she steps in.

She seems rough and dangerous on the exterior but once one knows her better, they can appreciate her light side.

When she's high the things change, she's almost predatory, sensual and sinful but never in an unsettling way, there's always a sweet side peeking under all that dominance, a certain softness in her eyes.

Their first time together was unforgettable for both of them.

She was dancing around at the Third Rail, her body swaying to the nonexistent music.

Hancock had never seen anything like it.

He was mesmerized by her movements, the way her long legs seemed to glide over the floor.

"C'mon, Mayor. Why don't you join me?" She giggled 

As Hancock watched Nimue dance, he couldn't help but feel his desire for her growing.

 He'd always found her captivating, even in her most unpredictable moments.

With a smile, he stepped close to her "I'm afraid I can't dance" he said softly.

"Neither do I" Nimue stopped dancing and turned to face him, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.

She walked up to him, her fingers brushing lightly against his chest as she reached out to take his hand.

She lifted his arm, turning underneath it, and then placed her other hand on his shoulder.

"Like this," she murmured, guiding him through a few slow steps.

Hancock was surprised at how natural it felt to move with her, even if it was just a simple dance.

She was so close, their bodies swaying together in perfect harmony.

Hancock could feel his heart racing as he looked into Nimue's eyes and her intense gaze seemed to pierce right through him.

The chemistry between them was palpable, and Hancock couldn't help but lean in closer. 

"John..." Nimue whispered, "I think that I... might have feelings for you," Nimue admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

She stepped back slightly, breaking the intense moment they had shared. Hancock was taken aback by her confession.

He'd always known there was something between them, but he hadn't expected her to admit it so openly." Hancock felt a wave of emotion wash over him as he processed her words.

"Nimue, I... Are you sure? You don't really want to be stuck with this ugly face" Nimue giggled softly at his comment, but there was a touch of sadness in her eyes.

"Oh, John," she said, reaching up to caress his scarred skin "You're anything but ugly."

Nimue’s mouth was just a mere inch from his as she spoke "I don't care about your scars, John. You are strong, resilient, and brave. You spared my life and gave me a home, and for that, I will always be grateful."

The kiss was intense and passionate.

Hancock couldn't believe it, but he was kissing Nimue.

His heart raced as he deepened the kiss, his hands running through her hair and down her back.

She responded eagerly, her hands slipping around his waist and pulling him closer.

One of her razor-sharp teeth cut his lip and Nimue gasped an apology, she looked at the small cut on his lip.

Her eyes were filled with regret, "I'm sorry," she said softly "I didn't mean to hurt you."

Hancock smiled, trying to reassure her, "It's alright," he said, gently tracing the cut on his lip with his finger "It's just a small price to pay for such an amazing kiss."

They stood there for a moment, just looking at each other.

Nimue burst out in a laugh “Always so quick with a comeback, aren’t you?" She leaned in closer to him, their breaths mingling as they shared another intimate moment.

"What do you think if...we take this elsewhere?" Hancock looked at Nimue, his heart racing with anticipation.

He nodded slowly, his voice low, "Yeah, I think that could be a good idea."

"At mine or yours?" Nimue's question caused a smile to spread across Hancock's face.

He liked the idea of them being together in a private space, just the two of them.

"Mine" he replied, reaching out to brush his hand against hers. 

The way to the town hall was interrupted many times by kisses.

The moment they stepped inside, the tension between them seemed to rise even more.

Hancock closed the door behind them, locking it tightly.

He turned to face Nimue, taking in every inch of her beautiful face.

Then everything was a blur of chems and alcohol and Nimue drinking blood from a sack before sitting on his lap.

"Are you hiding a knife or you're happy to see me?” She smirked.

Hancock chuckled at Nimue's playful banter.

He reached for her hand and led it towards his pocket "Well, this is actually my knife," he said before moving her hand over his crotch "and this definitely isn't it"

“And what do you plan to do with it?" Nimue looked at Hancock, her eyes filled with mischief and lust.

When she didn’t hear Hancock respond, she leaned closer to his ear "I'll tell you what we will do...", Nimue's words were soft "We're going to make love until the sun rises and then..." Nimue's words trailed off, leaving Hancock hanging on her every word "We will do it again." 

John could only nod and smile, trailing his hands up and down her body, caressing her back and sides.

Nimue sighed contentedly, her eyes closing and her head tilted back, exposing the pale column of her neck. 

John's hand wrapped around it, not squeezing but simply resting before his mouth joined in, propping a trail of wet kisses that made Nimue gasp.

Her hands slipped under his shirt, touching his roughed skin with a reverence and marvel that John couldn't believe it.

"Take this off, please” she asked.

He's self-conscious about his appearance, he knows very well what people think of ghouls and how repulsive they look to most of them.

It was rare to find someone who accepted them outside Goodneightbor, but Nimue couldn't care less about stupid people's minds.

Her eyes started on every new inch of exposed skin like it was a holy revelation.

She began to kiss and lick, occasionally grazing her teeth without biting.

John's mind was a haze of chemicals and arousal, he bet she felt his hardened member pressing at the worn fabric of his pants.

Like she was reading his mind, Nimue started to grind her hips on him, moaning softly in his ear.

John's control finally snapped.

He raised from the couch, taking her with him and carrying her to his bed.

He laid her on the raggedy sheets and sat in front of her. "You're still wearing too much" she murmured against his lips.

John chuckled, removing his boots and pants.

Nimue sat up, removing her red sparkling dress, exposing her body to him.

In his fogged mind he still could think that that didn't feel like a fling, one of the countless times he took someone in his bed just to never see them again the day after.

 Now both in their underwear, it didn't take too much before they slipped the last articles of clothing off from each other bodies.

"John, please. I know we have all the time we want but...please" Nimue's pleading words made John's heart race, and he couldn't resist her any longer.

He slowly lowered himself onto her, feeling their bodies meld together as he slowly entered her.

She gasped, her eyes closing in pure bliss.

It was John's turn to moan once he bottomed out, feeling every inch of her warmth surrounding him.

They started to move in unison, their breaths becoming ragged as pleasure consumed them both.

Nimue arched her back and gripped Hancock's shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin.

In her long life, she never felt anything like that, she thought about it as John's strong hands held her hips tightly, moving rhythmically against her.

She could feel every inch of him inside of her, his rough skin creating a delicious friction.

When John filled her for the first time with his release, she couldn't do anything but following him over the edge, her long legs shaking from the force of her orgasm.

"John," she gasped, kissing his neck above his pulse "Again." Hancock rolled on his back, taking Nimue with him and positioning on her on top, "Work for it" he whispered playfully.

John's heart almost exploded as he watched Nimue's body bouncing on him and shake with pleasure, the sight of her breasts swaying entranced him and he cupped them in his hands, squeezing gently.

He felt a surge of pride knowing that he was the one who brought her to this state.

Her grip on him was tight like a vice, the drag of her inner walls was enough to make him lose his mind.

His hips bucked up, urging her to go deeper, to feel every inch of him. 

His climax was building shockingly fast, and Nimue could feel it too.

She smiled down at him "Coming so soon?" she teased, biting her bottom lip playfully.

Hancock groaned, his muscles tense underneath her "You're killing me, Nimue."

She leaned down to whisper in his ear, "I could say the same about you, my love."

The rest of the night was a frenzy of passion and love, as the nights that followed.

Day by day, night by night, Nimue remains by his side on the highs and lows, always the faithful, unpredictable companion.

After months of living together, John and Nimue's relationship had evolved into something deeper and more meaningful.

They shared everything, their joys, their fears, their secrets and their love for each other only grew stronger.

John is reflecting on all that, still smoking his cigarette on the balcony, it's been years since they met and both of them hasn't changed or aged a day.

Nimue makes a 'come here' motion with her finger, giggling and slightly raising up her nightgown in a sensual and inviting manner.

John shakes his head amused, "I thought you had enough for tonight" he says, walking towards her.

Nimue smirked and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close.

"I always have room for more," she purred, nuzzling her face against his chest.

"After all," she continued, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye, "we have all the time in the world."

[drum-cu-naluci]

Could you elaborate on the path you think Romania is on? What do you mean by that?

I wrote a long-ass smart reply that got lost once this fucking page refreshed, reminding me why I was writing longer shit in word first. So let me try again, maybe this time better and more coherent with a new idea or two.

Let me start with the latest which made me write that. We seem to have started building places according to what I’d call “car culture”. You’ve got to have a car to get from the fancy, rat infested minefields they call residential areas, americanly known as the suburbs. Yes, the natural habitat of the common oblivious white mom who delivers her kid to the private school downtown in her Toyota, which is also her only way to get to a supermarket for her organic, definitely not overpriced or plastic tomatoes. Unless she orders them and the “browny” guy coming from an underdeveloped country to be paid minimum wage here, does it for her. Public transport and walking is only for the brave and psychos. No judgy if you still do those.

Next on my list would be the multiple job opportunities in the wonderful glass buildings, those microsofty architectural wonders which occupied the unsanitary parcels of #chernobilcore areas, saving us from the trouble of allergies from stuff like ambrosia, which grows like crazy on every private property whose owner probably got Alzheimer or dementia and forgot it ever existed. Those marvelous pieces of shit architecture also save us from the dangers of getting new parks, which are known for the rats and also homeless people. While the first ones can still get in a corporate environment through the venting system, the homeless don’t know that they could as well join a soul-devouring family that would literally work them to death for income. But if it works in Silicon Valley, why wouldn’t it do the trick for us too? If you’re not homeless and you still have a wife, a husband, a kid or more to go back to, then make sure you’ve got some good photos for them to put in your spot at the table while you work overtime again, God knows why.

Since I hate this topic, I have more on it.

The fast living style. How do you live fast enough to make sure you do as much as possible for your totally not ruthless job in the tall-ass liminal glass building erected by the handy “brownies” in less than 2 months? I don’t fucking know, I guess you just have to get your hands on the quickest foods and snacks you can, ideally without leaving the keyboard. Otherwise, how can you die on it? Don’t worry about wasting time on wasting more time once it is over, the companies’ got you covered. Have fun with your sack of Doritos the size of the guy who picked the corn for it.

It’s not all bad. We’re also giving it a try to some sort of sexual revolution which is a funny thing to do in a country where the church’s power works like we’re living in a very ugly XVII century court. The enforced purity through heavy censorship found in the days of communism is now becoming no more than a memory and we have to thank all the movies and shows that offer the closest we can get to soft porn on public television. Maybe some sunny day, which could be any day now since we’ve had 20 degrees in fucking January, we get that with them gays. Unless the fascists and priests implement Gilead. Not like both of them do it together or something like that. That would be gay.

I don’t know if I’ve touched all points I did in the message fate kindly destroyed in the form of the secret services who hate a girl dropping facts, but I tried to make sense. Anyway, anyone with some more ideas to ad or who just want to contradict me, the reblog and reply are all yours. I am mad as hell and also heavily anxious so I’m down for anything keeping my mind busy.

[goblinhoursinsomniaramblings]

more vladclone au bullshit because why not

Part one here

-the clone (tentatively still thinking of him as MJ as a shorthand for Masters Junior without blatantly being such a diminuitive) starts out fully intending to do what's asked of him. it takes the commute to Amity Park to realize he's expendable--and that his 'father' is already distancing himself from the concept his clone is actually another him. still, what does that leave for him?

-he has memories, knowledge, reflexes from original vlad, but the memories only feel real up to his body's age of 15, when his progenitor was a nerd in the 70s--and those memories are lonely as hell. everything else feels like stories told to him, with occasional flashes of actual emotional involvement. the clone finds himself awkward, anxious, and deeply suspicious of others' intentions compared to Vlad 'senior' and his ruthlessly constructed image.

-conversely, he doesn't have Vlad's obsessions. where Vlad is a shambling collection of malignant coping mechanisms in human form, the clone is free of them, even if he is predisposed to them. particularly the obsession for love, which manifests hugely towards Danny.

-(potential scene related to previous point:

Vladclone to Danny

"I was made for you! Literally! I was made for you, and I don't care that it was to trick you and lie to you, you're the reason I exist, and if this is what he felt towards Maddie then I get why this drove him crazy!")

-Vlad and Vlad Junior have an increasingly antagonistic relationship because Vlad is a control freak and his supposed son realizes that he's not only expendable, he's a loose end once he finishes his 'mission', which makes him deeply uneasy when Vlad tries to tighten the reins as though he's not someone he can trust to his own ends. this just gets worse the more Vlad the younger realizes he's untrustworthy because he's Vlad's clone.

-(another potential scene:

"You can't be calling me all the time! They're already suspicious that you sent me here! I told you, it'll happen when it happens, 'dad'!"

"I can hear those air quotes you pompous little--")

-him and Danny annoy the shit out of each other at first because Danny immediately clocks him as a rat while really he is being as honest as possible with Danny, and the Clone Vlad is increasingly frustrated because he is trying to avert a scheme here, work with him!

-he's gawky and awkward as a human, but he was created as a half-ghost and able to use a lot of Plasmius' powers out of the box. he's basically a younger Plasmius and is a lot more comfortable when he has the option to float

-he and Danny finally start connecting to each other when they start sharing common experiences as adolescents and halfas, and help cover for each other.

-the confrontation with Vlad is ugly. self loathing meets an external target that just tricked his way into range to fuck up his clone lab. Danny only just makes the save.

-clone vlad gets hit hard by an Obsession targeted at Danny, but is a lot healthier and less possessive about it than Vlad towarxs Maddie, but he also knows he could easily have that happen if he doesn't watch himself.

-Danny's kinda excited he has a half-ghost friend now. at points he even sounds like when Jack talks about Vlad, especially if they pull off something cool together. huh. wonder if there's anything to unpack there...

[moonlightazriel]

Longing for Change /// Aemond X F!Reader

Summary: When the gang rescues a widow, Aemond finds himself getting the chance he always dreamed of. A Red Dead 2 inspired AU.

Warnings: Well, death, smut, robbery and bounty hunting.

Word Count: 3,3K

Notes: I lowkey always wanted Sadie and Arthur to be together so this is me saying it! Yeeeehaw outlaws for life

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Y/N curled against the cold wall, she could hear them, chatting and laughing like they were at a bar, and not HER home. Three days stuck there, not knowing how many they were, how many guns they had, she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to calm the anger rising in her heart.

Three days agonising, wanting to call for her husband, she cried herself to sleep, her body cold, and her thoughts burning with rage, the gunshot still ringed in her ears and she wondered what they had done to his body, did they at least have the decency to bury it? She knew the answer for that question, those rats didn’t have enough respect to do that.

Curled against the cold wall was when she heard it, the knock on the door, one of them getting up to answer, the quick exchange between them before the shots began. She pressed her palms against her ears, trying to muffle the sounds.

Only when she didn’t hear anything, neither voices nor steps, she clutched the dirty kitchen knife and got downstairs, losing her balance and falling on top of someone. The guy was dressed in a heavy coat, he shoved her away, angrily mumbling to himself.

She held the knife up in defence, to which the man scoffed and knocked it out of her hands, yanking her forward by her arm, knocking a candle in the process. He threw her on the snow, the cold terrain making her violently shiver.

“What do we have here?” Someone asked, she looked up, meeting the lilac eyes of a white man, his silver hair was covered by a hat and he wore a fur coat.

“This crazy lady tried to kill me.” The man spat, throwing the knife on the snow, dangerously close to her head.

“That’s not a way to treat a lady, Criston.” The other man kneeled by her side. “Are you okay?”

“Those bastards killed my husband.” She felt the tears falling, but her limbs were too tense for her to try and wipe them away.

“You’re safe now.” He patted her back, helping her to her feet, the smell of smoke drew her attention back to her house, and she cried even harder as she saw the flames engulfing what once was her home. “I’ll give you two options..” he placed the furry coat around her shoulder and she sighed with relief at the warmth. “Either you come with us, or you can stay here.”

She looked at the flames, burning everything that she and Cregan worked so hard for, everything she owned turned to ashes, she wiped her face with the coat’s sleeve, taking a deep breath, she turned to him again.

“I’ll come with you.” The man gently smiled at her. Someone groaned, dressed in a green coat, the man looked at her, he was wearing a hat, a silver hair similar to the older man behind her, but his was much longer, tied behind his back, he was tall, and had a lilac eye, only one, the other was covered by an eyepatch and a long scar crossed his beautiful face.

“Great, Aemond this is…” The man motioned to her, so she would introduce herself.

“Y/N Stark.” Her heart sank after saying the last name of her deceased husband.

“She’s coming back with us, take her with you.” The man ordered, and Aemond nodded. He silently grabbed her hand and pulled her towards a black horse, much bigger than the others she had seen or owned. He easily climbed the horse back and offered a hand for her, she took it, forcing herself up the huge animal, curling against his back, feeling the horse move away to the unknown.

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They were a gang, she learned later, outlaws running away after an unsuccessful bank robbery at the Riverlands. The Targaryen gang, Daemon was their leader, taking a few strangers in here and there, but mostly, the gang was composed of his family members.

Rhea and the girls, Baela, Rhaena and Helaena had took her in, providing her with clothes and words of comfort after she had lost everything, everyone in the gang had their job, either robbing and getting money, helping around the camp or earning money inside the limits of the law.

Y/N was designed to help Larys with the kitchen. The man was an absolute nightmare to work with, always arguing and demanding too much. She dreamed of ripping his flesh open with the cleaver he had given her to chop vegetables.

Despite being strong and knowing how to handle a gun, she hasn't had the energy to leave the camp. They had moved from the cold mountains to a nice warm place hidden in a cliff. The sun was always hot and made the view look breathtaking when it was setting.

Aemond would always check on her, stopping by her tent to talk and ask about her day, telling her about his adventures in the nearby city where he was working as some kind of bounty hunter. He was kind, quiet and very smart, his only eye would look at her intensely as they talked, making her shy under his gaze.

Her eyes would always follow him around the camp, and she would always notice when he was gone, his empty tent always made her heart clench for some reason, a newfound fear of him not returning to the camp was starting to set its claws in her heart. So when he wasn’t near, she would sit around, talking with the twins or reading with Helaena.

Sometimes she would walk to Daemon’s tent, when he wasn’t around, and chat with Rhaenyra, his wife and mother to Jace and Luke, her ex husband Laenor and the man that rumours would say was the father of her children, were also in the gang. She would always find it kinda weird and a bit funny how they managed to get all those people who had some kind of relationship to live together in peace.

She also enjoyed spending some time in Floris' tent, playing with little Jaehaerys, they were the family of Aegon, Aemond and Helaena’s older brother. The trio had run away from their absent father and joined their uncle in the life of crimes.

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“Do you ever wonder what your life would be like if you hadn't run away from home?” She asked, sipping on the coffee she had made, she and Aemond sat on a log, near the horses, watching the sunrise.

“I don’t know, I would probably be married to Alys.” He looked at her, his eye studying her features. She was a beautiful and brave woman, she hadn't backed away from their lifestyle, and she wasn’t afraid to protect herself.

“Who is she?” She dared to ask and Aemond shook his head, emptying his coffee mug.

“A girl I fell in love with, she was from a good family, but her father wasn’t very pleased when he found out I had run away to live with my uncle. I tried to ask her to run away with me, but this life isn’t for her.” It didn’t hurt anymore, he had fallen out of love with Alys a long time ago.

“I’m so sorry things happened that way.” She patted his shoulder and Aemond nodded, feeling bold enough to ask.

“What about your husband?” She took a deep breath, looking down, her voice laced with pain and sorrow.

“It was a match for love, I've loved Cregan ever since I first met him, when I was 16. He worked hard to convince my father that he could be a good husband, and we got married at 18. We had our farm, we shared the tasks, took care of everything, he never thought I was less than him, or treated me like I couldn’t do things just cuz I was a woman. He loved me entirely.” She was shivering, he could feel it.

“I’m so sorry they took that away from you.” His arm rested on her shoulders as he pulled her close, she let her head rest on his chest, and for a moment they just stayed like that, in silence, seeking comfort in each others embrace.

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“She’s going to kill him.” Rhaena yelled in Daemon’s face, her cheeks hot from running to his tent. They had moved again, to a camp near a lake and Larys was being particularly annoying with her in this new location.

“What is happening?” Daemon asked the young girl.

“They had a fight, Y/N will kill Larys.” Daemon rushed to the kitchen wagon, finding Larys pressed up against the wooden surface and Y/N holding her beloved cleaver against his neck.

“What if I cut your neck instead and we feast on your meat?” She threatened, face contorted in a angry frown while Larys begged for someone to take her away from him.

“You’re not cooking him.” Aemond said, pulling her by the waist, flush against his chest, while she whined and kicked to be freed from his iron grip.

“Then take me away, I can’t look at him right now.” She pleaded and Daemon agreed.

“Take her to town, we need some supplies anyway.” He dismissed them, and Aemond once again held her hand, pulling her towards a smaller chariot.

“Are you going insane?” He asked, a smirk dancing on his lips as he conducted them towards the city, her chest moved up and down as she tried to control her breathing.

“Yes! I can’t get stuck there anymore with that pig, ordering me around like a dog.”

“But you can’t kill him for that, unfortunately we need him.” She looked at him.

“If you gave me a gun I could.” She mumbled.

“You know how to handle a gun?” He inquired, eyebrows raised.

“Of course I do, I would shoot you with my eyes closed.” She joked and Aemond motioned for the horses to stop.

“Then show me.” He said, handling her a rifle. She weighed the weapon, heavy but not enough to send her falling on her ass if she shot. “Shoot that tree.” He demanded, pointing to a tree a little far away from them.

Y/N positioned the gun, the handle pressed against her shoulder, hand holding the barrel steadily, she took a deep breath, closing one of her eyes, and aiming to the centre of the tree, an imaginary target painted on it. As the air left her lungs, she pulled the trigger, the gunshot startled some birds, who flew away.

Aemond looked at her impressed, climbing out of the chariot and walking towards the tree, where a bullet made a hole in the centre part of the tree. He clapped.

“You know how to shoot.” He said, sitting by her side again.

“Told you so.” She answered. Taking the reins from him and making the horses move.

“I have to say that I’m very impressed.” He eyed her, her cheeks coated in red at his compliment.

They arrived at the city, and Aemond left her alone at the store, buying some of the items the gang required, while he mailed some letters and visited the gunsmith. He looked at the options, opting for a rifle similar to his, a bit smaller but perfect for her.

He found her next to the chariot, the market owner loading the thing while she adjusted her clothes.

“I see that you’ve gone shopping.” He looks at her up and down, she’s wearing pants and a shirt, cowboy boots and a hat, the clothes hug her frame and accentuate the natural curve of her hips. “With clothes like that, you will need a gun like this.” He hands her the rifle.

“It’s perfect.” She thanks him, testing the gun. She pulled the gun around her shoulder, jumping on him in a hug. “Thank you so much for the gift.”

He buried his nose in her hair, feeling the softness of her locks, while his hand caged her against him, resting on her lower back.

“Nothing to thank me, I’ll take you bounty hunting with me. Time to make some money.” She giggles, still feeling his body pressed against her, the sensation was nice.

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Aemond was truthful to his word, they had gotten her a horse and now they were travelling around, hunting criminals and making money legally. They were camping under the stars, tracking some criminal from the Vale of Arryn.

“I’m feeling disgusting.” The moon shone upon his silver hair, as he looked at her. “I’m heading to the lake to clean myself.”

She looked at him, he was already removing his boots and coat. He winked at her, leaving her alone as he headed for the lake. She pondered for a bit, staring at the fire. It’s been a while that new feelings started to blossom on her heart under his attention, she wanted him and she was ready to chase what she wanted.

So she slowly got up, removing her clothes in the chill night breeze, and carefully walked towards the lake. Aemond wasn’t looking at the shore, so he didn’t notice her approaching until her body touched the water.

He turned to look at her, her skin glowing in the moonlight, he could see her silhouette perfectly, her round breasts and the full curve of her hips and ass, the image of her walking towards him immediately sending blood straight to his cock. He didn’t want to think about her that way, she was a widow, but he couldn’t help as he looked at her and sought her company.

“Thought you may want some company.” She declared, an inch away from him, if she walked any closer their naked bodies would be touching.

“Smart girl, as always.” He praised, one hand cupping her breast as the other he pulled her close, she felt her body on fire as they kissed, a kiss so desperate and filled with passion, she hadn't felt a desire like this in months.

She would gladly burn for him and melt away in his touch. His cock was pressed against her thigh, she reached for it, stroking it slowly as Aemond moaned against her lips.

His hands slowly pressed the flesh of her breasts, pinching her nipple, making her shiver. Her core was dripping, and Aemond felt a very pleasant sensation as his finger dipped between her folds, rubbing circles around the bundle of nerves.

“Do you really want it?” He asked, forcing her to open her eyes and look at him.

“Give me everything.” He captured her lips again, grabbing the back of her thighs and pulling her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he guided them to the shore. Laying her on top of his clothes.

He kissed her neck, sinking his cock inside her warm hole. She moaned and arched her back, while he set a fast and steady pace. Snapping his hips against hers, making the woman underneath him melt with the pleasure growing on her.

His lips wrapped around her pert nipple, his tongue flickering and sucking the flesh. She dipped her nails in the skin of his back, pulling him impossible close to her. His hips moved so fast and her orgasm hit her so suddenly that she almost blacked out, he kept moving, now in a more slow pace to respect her sensitive walls. He removed his cock, pumping it until he was spilling his seed on her belly.

“You’re mine now.” He said, getting to his knees and taking her back to the lake so they could properly clean themselves now.

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After that, they were inseparable, always leaving camp together and sharing a tent. The gang congratulated them, throwing a party in their name, a party that was rudely interrupted by the law, threatening them and forcing them to move again.

It was weird how whenever Cole disappeared, the law would find them again. Aemond was noticing it too, but Daemon was too stubborn to listen to them.

“I know he’s plotting something.” He groaned, sitting at your shared bed in Dragonstone, where you were hiding now.

“What if we just leave?” She suggested. “We have the money, we can find a place for us, we can live off hunting.” Aemond looked at her.

“I can’t leave Daemon, he took me and my brothers in, I owe him.” He sighed.

“And you paid, everything that you owed him was paid. You did everything that you could to help.” He blinked. “I feel that Criston is up to something, we need to go before we end up being killed.”

Aemond seemed to ponder a bit, he new she was right about everything that she spoke, but he was so afraid to leave.

“I’ll be by your side, forever. We can take Helaena, Aegon, Floris and Jaehe. Anyone will be welcomed. But we must leave.”

“We need money to buy land, and we don’t have much.” She got up, rummaging through her things until she pulled out a letter.

“The bank sent me this, my father died and left me 20.000 dollars, which is more than enough to start again, Aemond.” He quickly read the letter.

“I can’t ask that of you.” He gave her the letter back.

“You’re not asking, I’m giving it to you. You gave me all you are, and I’m giving you all I am. I am yours and this money is ours.”

He got up, pulling her in for a hug and kissing her dearly.

“We will get out.” He promised.

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Dorne was nice, no one knew them there, it was easy to buy a piece of land and start to build their house there. A house big enough to accommodate them and his family.

They left two months ago, sending letters to his siblings, telling where to find them and saying they were more than welcome there.

They had people building the house and the farm, so it was quickly done. They brought animals and seeds, Aemond would go on hunts here and there, going to the nearby town every once in a while to see if they could make money. Pentos paid well, especially bounty hunters, so it was mostly what Aemond did, Y/N joined him sometimes.

He was walking around in the city, looking at the jewellery store, he nervously looked for a ring, he wanted to take her as his wife. She had saved him, he would always be thankful for that. He loved her and wanted to make their love eternal.

Finding the perfect ring he headed home, a wagon and a different horse waited in front of his house. He let his horse under a tree and walked inside, finding people laughing and talking.

Three silver heads turned his way. Jaehaerys was in Floris' lap, Aegon and Helaena both by her side. Y/N served them food. His sister jumped on him, hugging him close.

“I’ve missed you.” She sobbed and he rubbed her back.

“Me too, Hel.” He passed by Aegon, playfully hitting his head on the way, kissing Y/N’s head and greeting Floris.

“Shall we start now?” Aegon spoke.

As soon as they left, the gang collapsed. Criston was planning on taking Daemon to the law, get the reward price for his head and get the gang killed. Laenor, Harwin and Rhea ended up getting killed. Baela and Rhaena ran away with Jace and Luke. Daemon killed Criston and the whole gang had gone their separate ways. Leaving Aegon, Floris and Helaena to accept their offer.

Aemond was happy to have his family back with him, so when they celebrated at night, drinking and singing, he got to one knee and proposed to the love of his life. She happily accepted, kissing him a million times. They danced that night, dancing to the promise of a better future.