#GIVE HER TO ME. I WANT THAT GIRL TO BE MAKING THE MOST HEINOUS FACES KNOWN TO MAN. THEY ARE WORSE THAN MALE LIGHTS I KNOW IT

[nezz-cringe-crib]

Hope you dont mind me asking. What do you think of lawlight but yuri 😈 -lifiusiw (anon cause too shy to use main)

ohboyohboy do i have SO many thoughts on lawlight yuri.

firstly, here's how i headcanon them to look:

okayokay i am very passionate about genderbends. i know it can be controversial to a degree?? but personally i love using it as a way to depict societal issues in gender. at least for me, not showing how their personalities would slightly shift feels a little like a disservice (ofc it's completely fine to not do that, i love seeing all interpretations of genderbends, but this is just how i like to imagine it :} ). ouh and this is also assuming that the majority of the other death note characters stay as their canon gender, because then that always leave me with the question of if the patriarchy switches into a matriarchy???? and then everything just gets confusing so for now i'm deciding everything is the same except L and Light are girls now.

all of this to say that i feel like fem Light would try to play a little into her femininity to get what she wants. her personality is still the same "fucked up masking like hell bitch on the verge of crashing out" except now the masking is amplified just a tad more and it also includes occasional deep bends with her pencil skirt on. this is why she keeps her hair fairly long, makes sure her clothing accentuates her body in all the right places, and practices her smile in every mirror (which are all things i already headcanon male Light does. the only difference is how they use gender roles to their advantage.). ouh and she has so much more pent up rage than male Light does. she has wanted to curb stomp every guy in her school who's tried flirting with her. maybe that makes her even more keen on using the death note. i don't think it would affect who exactly she kills, but i feel she'd be even more passionate about finally getting something that's hers.

as for fem L, this is the one exception i make where everything is practically the same.

she looks exactly the same. she acts exactly the same. nothing about her demeanor changes. honestly, i feel like fem L pretends to be a guy just so that nobody ever questions her word. maybe Light fully believes that L's a guy throughout the whole case, up until they get handcuffed together, when it's revealed that L indeed has tits and ouh my god she was a fucking girl this whole time????? and never bothered to tell Light????? did she not consider how weird it must feel to be chained to some supposed old guy????? who is this bitch??????? maybe she calls L out on it and L just responds with "ouh. yes. light-chan is correct. i am a biological female." and now light's staring at her tits a little too much and suddenly her adam's apple is actually attractive and what no Light's not into girls wtf are you on.

also, a few more fem L headcanons, i like to think she has higher testosterone than normal. just bc i have that too and it makes me happy. :3 this and also i think she'd bind every now and then simply because she doesn't like the way her tits cling to her shirt. however when it doesn't bother her she's completely bra-less. this is simply how her brain functions at it's most optimal state, light-chan should stop questioning her thinking methods,,,

okayi'm done rambling now. those are my thoughts on lawlight yuri. thank you veryvery much for indulging me.

[lovinglokilaufeyson]

The Devil You Don't - A.A

Pairings: Spawn!Astarion x Fem!Reader (Mephistopheles Tiefling! Raphael’s Daughter)

Warnings: 18+, Abandonment by parent, Discussion on Loss of a Parent, BG3 Spoilers (set sometime in Act 2), Mutual Pining, Fluff, Angst, SMUT (P-in-V, Fingering), Past Trauma, Not Proofread

Wordcount: 1,971

Summary: You are Raphael’s daughter, who he disowned for her good nature. You are abducted from Baldur’s Gate and receive a tadpole in your head. You have bonded with Astarion, but you are not about to let him ask your father for help. As a reminder, Tav has just revealed to Astarion that she is Raphael’s daughter.

A/N: This is part 2 of “A Devil You Know” as was originally requested in my inbox for Raphael’s daughter reader, who comes off as naïve and innocent, despite a tragic past. If you haven’t read part one, and would like some more context to the story, please feel free to do so here.

Astarion stared in absolute disbelief as you revealed this information to him. “Darling, you can’t possibly be serious” Astarion attempted to brush off your declaration to him, but the glow of your eyes and the gritting of your teeth said otherwise. For the first time, Astarion was able to sense true, deep pain surging through you. It wasn’t something that he often saw coming from you. He had just been told some of the most heinous information in his life, and yet – here he was, more worried about you, presently. If he hadn’t known any better, you looked on the verge of transforming into a dangerous creature.

“Darling, I-” Astarion began to speak, moving closer towards you subtly. “Astarion, I get it. I understand if you don’t want me here anymore, I know I’m his daughter, but you have to know that he has completely and entirely disowned me. I am fairly convinced that the only reason he is following us around is to spite me, I don’t know.” You sputtered on, with Astarion cutting you off a moment later. “Hush, my love.” He was closer to you now, allowing him to place a finger against your lips so they would purse together and mute your words. “There are no explanations needed from you on this.” He released his finger, although you yearned for the fuel of his touch once again.

“It seems to me that my making a deal with Raphael would be the equivalent of you making a deal with Cazador, and darling, I could never let you do that. I’m not usually impressed by people, but you’re stronger than I gave you credit for.” He spoke, seemingly retracting his previous statements about your naivety. “I’m so sorry, my love.” The care in his heart had grown for you substantially within the last few moments. Astarion had judged you incorrectly upon first meeting. Yes, you were a ray of sunshine for him (although without destroying him) you were also that, but in spite of all of the struggles. He admired you for that, greatly.

Astarion lifted you with ease, carrying you to his tent. Although you initially thought that he wished to bed you this evening, his mind was far from that kind of intimacy. Astarion faced away from you on the bed roll, and you traced the vampiric scars that seemingly sealed his fate, while he asked you a variety of questions about your life, and a few about the ritual too. “How did you ever end up in his hands?”

“Well, it’s quite simple, really. My mother passed away, and Raphael was there, ready to take me with him. I know now that it was more than just a mere coincidence that he was there. He wanted to collect what was ‘his’ in order to render himself more powerful.”

“How did your mother die?”

“He killed her.” Astarion’s heartstrings were tugged instantaneously from the thought of you, a young girl, witnessing her mother’s death, before being scooped up by your devil father. “He wanted power and thought that his child would give him the potential for more.”

“So, why did he leave you at that orphanage? Abandon you like that…” Astarion pondered.

“Well, it’s quite simple really. I was too good for him. Too naïve, too inexperienced, too… happy. He didn’t like that I didn’t want to be evil. That I couldn’t be persuaded to be, either.” Astarion peered back at you, enjoying greatly the way that your hands played along his back. “You know, initially I didn’t like that about you either” he joked, teasingly.

“Correct, but you didn’t abandon me at an orphanage.”

“I think I underestimated you, my dear.”

“Perhaps you did, Astarion.”

You switched sides now, cuddling into Astarion’s chest as his arm was wrapped around your form, tracing swirls into your arm with his delicate fingertips. You used your free hand to trace along his chest in various motions. “This is nice.” Astarion spoke suddenly, before clamping his hand over his mouth in embarrassment, his bloodless cheeks turning as red as they possibly could.

“It is nice, Astarion. I agree.” You spoke in a reassuring tone. “However, I think perhaps you’re deflecting from your issue at hand.”

“Oh, the whole, imminent death via a ritual by my evil vampiric master Cazador, that will kill me and my brothers and sisters and grant him godhood? Haven’t thought about it. Darling, he is very powerful.” Astarion spoke, a hint of sadness in his voice.

“I believe in us, more than anything, Astarion. We have overcome great things. We can overcome terrible ones, too. Cazador included.” Your hopefulness on the subject did have some effect on him, but despite that, he still felt sadness from what he had learned. Astarion was merely a pawn to Cazador, but there was a distinct difference now that he had a tadpole lodged in his cranium. He was the missing piece to Cazador’s puzzle.

And you were the missing piece to his.

You slid around, no longer facing him, but he kept his presence known, snuggling up against your backside, his torso flush against your back as he held you closer than he had ever held another. Subtly, you pressed your bum against his pelvis, ever so slightly. “Darling, are you teasing me?”

“Always.” You muttered back, pressing the slightest bit harder. “You cheeky little-” were the only words he used to respond, before nearly instantly slipping your nightgown over your butt. “No underwear either, pet? I know it’s been a while, but you truly are desperate, aren’t you?” He teased, tutting after he spoke.

“Only for you” you answered, which seemed to make Astarion quiver slightly. Only for him? He hadn’t ever had someone that was “his” before. If he was honest, he became jealous when you would stay up late studying with Gale. You said that Gale helped you perform your spells at an advanced level, and that it was for improved accuracy. Typically, these sessions with Gale would come after some sort of catastrophic failure during battle, when you would wound one of your own or the spell would fizzle out soon after casting. He also helped you maintain your concentration spells by testing you.

But confirmation that you were his? He could barely handle it.

“For me?” He spoke, with relative disbelief.

“Of course” you responded, leaving a delicate peck on Astarion’s cheek. The subtle tingling sparked by his nerves left him in awe. You two had been intimate before, but never in such a way. Astarion felt himself becoming timid, especially as the words left his lips “please, let me make love to you.” A small part of him internally cringed, but the other was proud of himself. Astarion wasn’t one to beg, but he had never wanted anything more.

You turned from your previous position so that you could face him. You brought a hand up and through his delectable pale curls, gazing longingly into his crimson irises. “I would love nothing more” you pecked his lips again, letting them linger this time, validating his wishes with your own.

You pulled away and merely nodded, ushering him to move forward. Almost hesitantly, Astarion persistent forward. You leaned upwards in order to slide your nightgown over your shoulders and across the tent, landing on the other side of the bedroll that you shared. “You look delicious, my love.” Astarion remarked, taking in the full experience of your form. He hadn’t truly realized how beautiful you were until this moment. He was so dissociated with his previous sexual escapades with you that he didn’t take the time to admire what was really in front of him.

“Darling, my Gods…” he muttered out as he nearly brought himself to pounce on you, quickly removing his own garments, kissing you feverishly. He broke the kiss a few times to undress, but he kept his eyes on yours persistently. He was with you, and he felt safe. He was so grateful for you. And as far as he was concerned, Raphael needed to watch his back. Any attempts for contact, he would regret.

Astarion focused his attention back to you now, rather than the destruction of the very man who you shared genes with. Astarion felt himself stammering around slightly, anxious to feel you around him again. Somehow, he felt like it would be different this time. His clothes were now scattered atop yours; his hard member being revealed teasingly. “Please, Astarion.” You moaned out, begging for his entrance inside of your canal.

Although he could hardly wait to be inside of you once more, he was also eager to tease. He pressed his index finger against your heat, moving it inside of you gently. He brought his thumb to flick against your clit, and you writhed in pleasure from his actions. “Fuck-“ you groaned as he flicked your nub once more, as you became even wetter than before.

“Astarion, please get inside of me” you begged. With this, he pressured his index finger in you further, and you groaned in response, looking up at him with a subtle smirk on his face. “Your dick, please.”

Astarion removed his finger now, understanding your eagerness. He took his erect member in his hand, guiding it to your vagina. At first he merely prodded the entrance, swirling his tip around it teasingly. Then, he pressed it within, and you gasped “I forgot how big you are.”

“It seems that it’s been far too long, then, my love.” With these words, he slid further in, until his tip reached the end of your canal, osculating your cervix. To this, you mewled from the pleasure. He made a similar groan in from the pleasure, as he felt your passage tighten around him. You took a breath, before he pulled out and pressed inwards again. He brought a finger downwards to play with your clitoris, hoping to provide more pleasure.

“Gods,” you pled once more, and Astarion began pumping in and out of you further, deeper, and faster than before as he felt his own climax building. You squeezed around him tightly, and he gazed down at your bouncing bosom before lifting his head upwards as his eyes rolled to the back of his head with ease from the sensation. He stared back down at you, watching as you panted, but looked back up at him with so much love and adoration in your eyes.

“How close are you, my sweet?” He pondered, and you frantically nodded back at him “so so close.”

“Me too, my love. Cum with me.” Astarion pumped in and out for a few more rounds, before the warm fluid coated your canal, with you squeezing around him, shaking, your own climax approaching steadily.

You writhed with pleasure as Astarion played with your bud still, the feeling of his juices flowing inside of you driving you over the edge. Your lips were soon met with Astarion’s, and you felt your heart flutter as he released, speaking those three little words, everyone’s favorite: “I love you.”

But he truly did mean it. He had never made love to someone before, nor feel so much for another. With you, he did. You felt the same as he did, so you repeated them back to him, “I love you, Astarion.” His name in your voice, following those words? He could’ve sworn he was starving all of his life before he met you. Like he had not truly lived.

You laid down in each other’s arms as you were before, left with slightly more marks from one another than you had previously. He brought another kiss to your lips, and you spoke after releasing “you just can’t keep your hands off of me, can you?”

“Never, my love. Not when you’re you, darling.”

[falling-star-cygnus]

Can make content out of anything, eh?

Well, something I've been asking any willing yokai watch artist to draw! Transfem!Nate :3

At this point its basically my hazing ritual! >:3c

well well well, hello!!! -> i never considered this before, but i did only watch this show when i was like- 12 sooo...

your wish is my command✨

pry her chubby cheeks out of my decaying fingers. -> the paper ripped when i was coloring her face 😭

hc's and tings under cut :D

Nat rips her leggings a lot from bug hunting, and yokai now, so her mama sews little stars over the tears for her Whisper, offended over something: -with those tacky star leggings of yours. Nat: Tacky-!? My mom made these!

Bear is the one that tied the little bows on her shoes -> mostly bc i have the really cute image of him kneeling to tie them all agitated, but also bc their friendship is so very important to me and i genuinely think he would be the most protective over the change Bear, standing back and crossing his arms: If anybody gives you trouble over this, let me know. I'll take care of it Nat, looking up from her shoes: Oh- you don't have to do that, Bear- *Bear stare* Nat: ....okay

i don't think any of them would be transphobic, like- they would def accept her right away no questions- but i do think they would have a bit of an adjustment period after she comes out *After Nat's reveal* Eddie: Oh- sweet. Do you have a different name you want us to call you? Nat: I think I wanna go by Nat- to keep it simple, you know? *Everybody nods, like they expected this* Katie: That checks out Bear: Yep, pretty average name change

Yes, her name is also a pun off 'gnat'

Jibanyan: NYATE! Nat, holding him up under his armpits: Nyat.

“What do you want, Yo-guy?” “Yo-kai. Just listen, you little ingrate.” “Yoouu are a… lucky boy!!” “Not feelin’ it.” -> ep1, 6:14

Whisper: Ah- HUH!? *Large, cartoon arrows appear to point at Nat's skirt, the patch on her sleeve, and the more feminine way her 'mullet' curls around her nape* *Cue Whisper cracka-lacka-boom-boomin* Whisper, rambling profuse apologies: I'm so sorry! Please forgive my heinous transgression. Lucky girl- you are a lucky girl, i said! Nat: ....

“Katie!” “Hey, what are you doing here?” “Oh, you think bugs are just for boys?” -> ep1, 2:25

Bear: Of course not! Then we wouldn't've brought Nat *Eddie nods sagely* Katie: What? Oh! Sorry, Nat... Nat, waving her off with a smile: You're all good *The rest of the scene proceeds as normal*

[kokomos]

❂ 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟

jessica riley relationship headcanons

+ Always so excited when she gets to see you! Runs up to you and traps you in a bear hug before giving you sloppy kisses on your cheeks.

+ Hates being away from you for long periods of time. She's a bit of a clingy girlfriend meaning she wants a lot of your free time to be spent with one another. Whenever you two are apart she's planning the next time she can see you, she can't help but miss you!

+ Constant physical affection is a must if you're dating her. She loves the reassurance she gets when you touch her. Her favorite is when you wrap an arm around her waist to get real close to her. Adores having your face in the crook of her neck.

+ Definitely treats your lap like her own personal throne; enjoys the feelings of your hands holding onto her hips and thighs.

+ Kind of like a puppy in love; she's quick to blindly follow her heart and it hurts her more often than not.

+ Feels compelled to do anything in her power to make your life easier ie. do the chores she knows you dread.

+ Since before you two even officially started dating, she's given you so many nicknames in passing that you're sure she can't even keep track of the ones assigned to you. Her go-to is the casual babe or baby. She also wouldn't mind if you called her princess every now and again.

+ She's always asking you questions about yourself. It's important to her that the both of you are knowledgeable on the topic of each other. It's something that makes her feel more close to you than anyone else.

  - "If you could do anything, like anything ever, for the rest of your life, what would you wanna do? By the way, you can say me, I wouldn't mind complying with that answer at all."

+ Quick with the comebacks. Be prepared to lose gracefully if you ever get into an argument with her because there's no way she's letting you win.

+ So playful with everyone but the most with you! She tries to live life somewhat lightheartedly believing that's what can bring her the most happiness.

+ Prefers to forgive and forget. Doesn't understand the whole idea of focusing so much energy onto someone in order to get revenge. If the opportunity presents itself that's another thing though!

+ She's an open book once she trusts you and it doesn't take a lot for her to put her trust in someone. Doesn't care about the risks involved with loving and losing someone, she sees it as a necessary part of life.

+ Big gossiper!! Constantly pulling you aside during an event to catch you up real quick on any updates with the drama. Please be enthusiastic/receptive while she's talking to you about this kind of stuff! She means no harm by it and stays positive about the people involved unless they've done something totally heinous.

  - "I need to tell you what I just found out about that girl and her boyfriend. So last weekend, when she was visiting family out of town…"

+ Says she needs your help to do her braids but really she can do them by herself in under five minutes. She'll take any chance she can to feel your fingers in her hair.

+ On days where she's feeling lazy, she makes you do her whole make-up routine. No mercy, she doesn't care if you guys sit there for hours, it needs to be done and it needs to be done right. She shows her gratuity with a shower of compliments and calculated kisses as to not mess up all your hard work.

  - "Oh my god, babe! You're so good at this, I should make you do my make-up every day. Kidding, don't worry."

+ Secretly insecure behind all that confidence. She can become pretty defensive in an argument with you, often lashing out because she feels threatened. What she really needs is reassurance that you're not attacking her, you just want resolution or to talk about the problem at its core.

+ Jess is the type of girlfriend that wants to be treated like a trophy wife… even without the ring.

— ♡☆

a/n: dedicated to the anon who requested :) i hope i did jess some justice!!

[ellieluvr420]

We meet again, darling pt.19 (detective Abby Anderson x criminal reader x detective Ellie Williams)

Synopsis: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.

7.32 PM

"I'd love to." You take a seat in the chair he's gesturing to and return his stony glare. "Tell me sweetheart. Who'd you have to fuck to get yourself here?"

You laugh at his comment more than you should and it leaves him confused.

"Well I could give you the list but it wouldn't do much, I'm here because I'm good at this. That's why you've never been able to beat me." His face turns to a scowl as he takes a drag of his cigar. He chuckles a little and then goes silent once again.

"You're arrogant. Didn't your parents teach you manners?"

"Nope."

"You must've been a very dislikeable little girl then. Nothing's changed I see."

"You seem to have a fascination with my childhood. Is there a question on your mind? or is that just your thing?" His head snaps up as he puts the cigar down.

"How dare you accuse me of such a thing." His voice is low and gravelly as he says it and you can't hide your amusement at his frustration. "I am fascinated though as to what happened in your childhood to make you turn out this way. Were you an orphan?"

"Nope. One brother, my best friend, and two parents that were in a loving marriage and loved us both very much. Perfect, picturesque family. But what way have I turned out? Different from you? Because that would be a mighty high horse for you to be sitting on if that's what you're saying."

"I've heard stories about the things you've done, always vague and never any details about who was committing the heinous acts, but I heard about the acts."

"Yeah? Tell me the worst story you've heard."

"Tell me the worst thing you've done."

"You first." He stays still for a moment until he picks up his cigar again and begins to speak.

"What?"

"Hello to you too, jesus." Ellie scoffed at Abby's rude greeting as she answered the phone. "I don't know what to pack because I don't know if we're going somewhere hot or cold."

"You really think there won't be a whole new wardrobe waiting for us when we get there?"

"True... She'll probably have bought us matching wardrobes."

"Ha yeah I swear we're like dolls to her."

"I've never had someone take so much pleasure in dressing me up, usually the joy happens when the clothes come off." Abby can practically see the smirk on Ellie's face just as Ellie can see the eyeroll coming from Abby.

"Was that all?"

"No actually, I was wondering if you wanted me to grab food from Michael's and then come to yours, can wait for her together."

"Oh right yeah, sounds good, thanks."

"The usual?"

"Yeah please."

"Okay, cool." Ellie hangs up before Abby can even say bye.

"Rude." She mutters to herself but internally she finds Ellie's bluntness charming, she'd always laugh to herself when she'd observe a conversation between Ellie and someone at work that ended in Ellie walking away obliviously while the other person stormed off cursing her rudeness under their breath. Abby returns to packing while thinking about what you're doing right now.

"You first."

"Fine. I heard of you killing a man's wife when he failed to repay his debts to you."

"That's the worst you heard? God people must think I'm pathetic."

He grimaces at your words. "Your turn."

"I set fire to a home where a family, two parents and two kids, were sleeping peacefully inside, I left the daughter to burn and I took the son with me, I killed him separately after I made him live through the pain of losing his perfect family and his perfect life, he became a monster just like me and then I slaughtered him like one too."

"Why?"

"Because I felt like it. Because I needed to. Why does it matter? Doesn't change what I did, see this is what limits people, always trying to find a justification for someone's actions. Once you accept that your actions can't and shouldn't be justified, you're free."

"Is that what you are? Free?"

"Exactly."

8.07 PM

Abby turns her attention from the TV as a knock sounds on her door, she opens it to see Ellie standing outside with takeout and her comically small suitcase.

"Is that seriously all your bringing?"

"Leave me alone this is a regular sized suitcase." Abby stands aside to let her come in.

"Yeah for a two week holiday. Hate to break it to you but this is not that."

"Oh whatever. Can't believe I got you food."

"From Michael's as well? You're too cute."

"Shut up. Figured we should have it at least once more before we leave."

"Do you remember how much we used to go there when we were officers, makes me feel old thinking about it."

"That's because you are old."

"You're two years younger than me."

"Still..." They had both sat on the sofa and were ripping open the bag of food when Ellie paused. "Has she ever told you how old she is?"

Abby goes to reply back acerbically and then she realises you hadn't, you hadn't asked how old Abby was either though, she assumed you knew anyway but she realised she didn't know how old you are, she had always guessed you'd be a similar age to her because of the time it would take you to build your business to the level it is now but she didn't actually know. "Er no she hasn't. I'm ashamed to say I've never asked."

"Has there ever been time for small talk like that?" Ellie looks at Abby knowingly as they both chuckle.

"No I guess not."

"I wonder what it will be like, you know being with her just us 3 on our own, no business."

"I think there's a high likelihood of us driving her up the wall and ending up buried somewhere."

"Yeah that's a fair guess." They both waste no time in stuffing their faces with the huge burgers Ellie had bought as Abby presses play on the Family guy episode she was watching.

8.45 PM

You checked your watch to see that, provided everything went to plan, your men would be done seizing all of the Met's shipments, you wanted to wait until you knew everything had gone smoothly for them before you killed him and judging by the fact none of his guys had burst through the door to alert him of your plan you assumed everything went as it should have.

"Got somewhere to be sweetheart?" Your roll your eyes at the pet name and stand.

"Yes actually." You pull your gun from its holster and at the same time two huge men burst into the room and lunge at you. You manage to shoot one and he drops to the ground but the other made it to you before you could stop him. He lands a punch so forceful you hear your cheekbone crack. It disorients you so much you don't notice him grabbing you at first and when you do realise its too late as he has you held tightly to him with an arm around your waist trapping you hands by your sides and the other arm round your neck choking you slightly.

"Richter warned me you'd be paying me a visit, I was shocked to be contacted by him, you must've really pissed him off for him to side with me."

"I wouldn't be hasty to take his side, unless you want to end up like him."

"Yeah? And how has he ended up?"

"Dead." You smile through the throbbing in your cheek as he moves his face closer to yours.

"I'm giving you a chance here, I'll let you walk off unharmed if you beg for your life... and transfer everything you're worth over to me. You can run away to go hide in a hole somewhere and be thankful everyday for the rest of your life for my mercy." You chuckle at the man before you as you realise he is so similar to Richter, never misses an opportunity to assert his dominance over a woman and a complete pussy that can't do a job properly. He didn't even give you a chance to fear for your life before he offered you a chance to live, he doesn't understand the game the way you do, doesn't enjoy it like you, you like to play with your victims before you end them and he's making this no fun at all. The gutlessness of it all disgusts you, no one is ever willing to do what needs to be done and that's why you rose to the top so quick, that's why you'd rather die than beg this pathetic man for your life, you'll do what has to be done to die the way you lived.

"I'm not begging for shit." You spit in his face and he falls back yelling at your grotesque action. He wipes his face and storms back over to you so there is barely any space between your faces, his breath smells of cigars and bourbon, a smell you had grown familiar with after all these years that still never failed to make your nose scrunch up. A menacing smile grows on his face as he utters the words:

"I am going to enjoy killing you so much. Everything you have is mine now, sweetheart."

As he finishes his sentence he nods at the man holding you, you hear a shuffle behind you as his grip around your neck disappears for a moment, you keep eye contact with the victorious looking man in front of you until you feel a cold, solid object being slammed into your temple. The ringing in your ears starts immediately as does the spinning in your vision, your legs shake and everything around you turns sideways and rushes upwards. You don't realise you're falling to the floor until you hit it, the last thing you see before your vision goes black is the huge man standing over you clutching a brick spattered with blood in his hand.

psa: sorry this chapter is a little shorter but pt.20 will make up for it (i hope), finale next! Can't believe I've actually made it this close to finishing the story, i have never stuck with anything creative enough to finish it so this is crazy to me

[shmowder]

FIRST ASK ON HERE!!!!!! Can you do a little drabble on the healers with a reader who constantly is using cat puns in their sentences? Like for example purrfect and pawsome!???

I'm glad to have you here new anon! <3 Woo first ask and already requesting a banger, huh? Feel free to pick an emoji, I'd love to see you around again.

[Platonic, humour, kinda crack]

Daniil Dankovsky

Secretly enjoys your puns

Absolutely doesn't want you to know that

He has to resist a stupid smile whenever you make them in, order to maintain appearance

Get him drunk enough or visit him when he's exhausted enough so his guard is down, then surprise attack him with a pun

He might just return the friendly fire

But no one will ever believe you

"Good, you're finally here." Daniil's voice came out muffled from behind the gauze mask, "Did you get back the test papers from Dr. Rubin? What do the results say?"

Not taking his eyes off of the plate in front of him, Daniil carefully separated a thin layer from the tissue sample, peeling it off and moving it onto the sterile glass slide, carefully placing the second slide on top and sealing it in-between. Without giving you a chance to reply, Daniil continued, "Positive like I theorised, correct?"

"Oh, yeah." Flipping through the three papers stapled together, with the most casual tone you say,"Pawsitive indeed."

His movement came to an immediate pause, processing your joke. Blinking the sleepiness away from his eyes, Daniil turned his head to look at you with one raised eyebrow.

You watched as he seemed to churn over a topic in his brain, weighting the ups and downs, considering the fact it's just the two of you in the room.

"Purrfect," rolling the Rs in his purr, his mask veiled a satisfied smile underneath, "that's all I needed from you for today. It's getting late. You should be on your way."

-

Artemy Burakh

Completely unphased

You have Isidor to thank for subjecting him to almost two decades of puns and dad jokes

And now

He gets to weaponise them on Sticky and Murky

If anything, he encourages your puns by replying with his own just to hear the sighs of youth

"What do you call a cow that plays an instrument?" Artemy sat on the opposite side of the small table, stirring the crushed leaves into his tea before tapping the spoon against the rim of the cup and setting it aside.

Blowing against your own cup to cool off the liquid inside, you took a sip, the bitterness of the leaves quickly dissolve away, a naturally sweet aftermath flooding your tastebuds. "What?"

The corners of Artemy's lips curled upwards, "a moosician." a satisfied look in his eyes.

An exasperated sigh came from the young girl sitting on the chair next to you. Murky attempted to ignore you two and focused on enhaling the pancakes on her plate.

"That's hiss-terical" you replied with a laugh.

"Not you too!" Sticky's voice embodied the betrayal he felt, rolling his eyes as he buried his face between his arms ok the table.

"You okay, kid? You seem to be feline down." Your quick reply got one hearty laugh out of the Haruspex who's struggling not to choke on his drink.

-

Clara Saburova

Sometimes she rolls her eyes and calls your jokes lame

Only to immediately steal them afterwards to terrorise Notkin and Grace with

Other times she's the one making the most heinous puns you've ever heard

Straight up shooting them one after another like it's nothing

So much it becomes a competition

"Did you hear about the man who lost his entire left side?" Clara swings her legs as they dangle from the edge of the fence she's sitting at, "now, he's all right."

"That's just claw-ful, isn't it." You give a polite smile her way

Shs returns it, although more strained, legs swinging faster.

"Yeah, but then he got hit in the head by a soda can. He's lucky it was only a soft drink, though."

"What are the chances? you've got to be kitten me."

Clara hops down from the fence, a serious look of determination in her fierce eyes as she steps closer, chin raised high.

"Too bad he died today when a pile of books fell on him, He only had his shelf to blame if you ask me."

"That's not something you should be joking about, Clara. I hope a cat-astrophe like this never efur happens again."

Frustrated by your cool demeanour and seamless humour, Clara sticks her tongue at you, demeaning your whole existence with the juvenile equivalent of the middle finger.

You've seen her give the middle finger to Dankovsky one time too many ofter before, indirectly exposing the soft spot she held for you just now.

"Your jokes aren't even that punny, paw-lease just give it up already.

"Paw-don me, clearly someone's got cattitude."

At last, she was defeated on her own turf. Clara may have lost this fight, but the war still rages on.

"You're really a fur-midable opponent."

With that as her goodbye, she runs off into the horizon, never to be seen again... until it's time for lunch. Ready to terrorise any innocent passerby with those deadly weapons you unawarly handed her, adding your puns to her already varied arsenal.

[hiroshotreplica]

im sorry you probably dont want this in your askbox but i dont really think it makes sense to talk about madness and leafi the same way for a lot of reasons. Idk maybe im just seeing a transgirl getting relentlessly dogpiled because of old screenshots and having an over-empathetic response but fuck man she was 13 when those screenshots were taken. Shes not even 18 right now shes crazy young for her level of play (like literally should be community banned for lying about being 13 for multiple years during splatoon 2 to get around discord community guidelines but thats a tangent). She said in her apology she was trying to fit in with a real shitty group of people she doesn't associate with anymore and fuck man im probably giving herself way too much grace cause i seeing a terrifying exaggeration of something i went through on a public scale but like people are editing HER face onto memes and talking shit about HER and constantly misgendering her when madness is not only an actual adult but has been ACTUALLY DOING THIS SHIT RECENTLY. im not saying the shit she was saying wasnt heinous but fuck man this isnt gonna help her and i dont want the dumass bullshit she said when she was a middle schooler to ruin the rest of her life. sorry for the white girl mental illness blast but there is important context in this ranty anxiety and projection goop

anon asked for a tldr for the situation w/ jackpot as a whole, which included leafi's part in the situation. as the post was about how jackpot as a team has made racist statements. i chose screenshots that put my point clearly, which just so happened to be screenshots with madness and leafi. i'll go more into it here, though

i did not mean to compare her to madness when including screenshots of her old statements. i was compiling the most blatant screenshots from the thread i had originally linked in a prior post. i was going to include other things, but didnt have the time to compile them and was beginning to get stressed about being the source of this info on tumblr.

i was also going to include this video of her saying racist statements in 2024, but i didnt want to include a twitter link for an anon that couldnt access twitter. im realizing i shouldve done so

i do feel bad for her getting involved with a group of people THAT bad if she was truly that ignorant when she was younger, but thats where my sympathy ends. she still acted racist and still associated with clearly racist people even when she was older and more mature. ive learned since making that post that she was born in 2007. 16 is still an age where you should be mature enough to understand that those comments are racist, even with america's shitty public education system glossing over racism.

i definitely see why this can look like people dogpiling on a trans woman though, and the people doing memes and editing her into them in general about this situation are disgusting. i had no idea she was trans and that people were misgendering her. anyone making this situation about her being trans are awful and not people i stand by.

but all of that, including her being skilled despite her age, still doesnt forgive or erase her actions. nothing like that does for the other members of jackpot that have also stated racist things. nothing like that does for any other comp splatoon player that has said anything similar. the apology she put out was needed, but from what ive heard from others, it wasnt the best. she is writing another apology, though, so it couldve just been rushed.

no one has to accept her apology, either. as a white person myself, im not one that should even be one to accept her apology. it wasnt an apology for me, and it isnt one for you, either (if you are white as you say but i might be misreading). people should not be painted in a negative light for not accepting her apology even if it were an amazing one.

the way some people are reacting to this situation is not okay, but she still did awful things that she should be held accountable for. the other guilty members of jackpot are not better than her, but theyve all still said fucked up things. none of them have done anything to prove they arent racist, and theres only more evidence coming out that proves that they have been, so its hard to process at the moment.

could things change? yes, of course, but as of right now, leafi has stated racist things as recent as 2024 and put out a poor apology trying to defend herself. people are handling it poorly and trying to make it about her identity and making memes on it when it is not the right thing to do. these racist claims are being put w/ other racist claims made by other jackpot team members so it was included in my tldr post about the entire situation.

i apologize for poor wording in this, im not the best w/ these kinds of posts

[lya-dustin]

Growth

Or Aemond breaks up with his mistress/friend with benefits, Lady Jena Wylde but doesn't tell her why.

Takes place in my fic, All is Bliss

Cw: abuse of power, mentions of nonconsenual sex and Aegon being show!Aegon

Thanks @emilykaldwen for the request of "I am sorry that you found out this way"

“Couldn’t you be man enough to say it to my face?” Jena took his book away to make sure she had all his attention.

Aemond had broken things off with her, he’d sent an impersonal message through the page who delivered their correspondence and with Aegon’s permission gave into his desire for his brother’s wife.

“I am sorry that you found out this way.” He apologized out of guilt of tossing Jena, his friend and former lover, out of his life like that.

Normally he wouldn’t have cared, Aemond wasn’t raised to truly care about other people’s feelings especially people his mother doesn’t like.

But Aemma cared, she didn’t like hurting others and he supposed being in her constant company had infected him with empathy.

“You could have told me, instead I am told just as Aegon tells me I am to be his new mistress.” There is no mention of her having consented.

Doesn’t surprise him one bit. Aegon never waited for a yes because it could be a no and knows mother won’t ever dare to stop him because she can’t give grandsire a perfect puppet if she corrected his most heinous habit.

Aemma had admitted she had never even been asked if she wanted to have marital relations with him when he visited her chambers.

If Rhaenyra ordered Aegon’s death when she ascends the throne it might actually be what he deserves.

“I had not expected for Aegon to do that, usually he waits longer and plies ladies with drink to get a drunken yes from them.” The one-eyed prince has never lied to Jena, made no sense to start that now. “I am sorry if this has hurt our friendship, Jen.”

“I suppose I can forgive you, your brother, is well, your brother.”Jena is taken aback by his words, surprised as he is about this new trait of his and assumed he’d misspoken earlier.

He only ever apologized to his mother, Helaena, and Criston, one or twice to Daeron and never Aegon.

“One can hope.”

“And considering how bad Aegon is in the sack, I can forgive sweet princess Aemma from stealing you away. Gods know the girl needs to have a good fuck every night to endure your family.” Harsh, but nothing she hasn’t said before. “If the gods are good, your seed will be as useless as your brother’s.”

[murfpersonalblog]

Mayfair Witches S2E3 (Show & Book Spoilers) Pt3: General Sundries

Those effing Talamasca are sleazy AF.

Underrated scene, cuz this is a battle of the psychics--Moira's mind reading is the best of all the Mayfairs--but she ain't got NOTHING on Albrecht, a master manipulator whose mind she CAN'T read. And lemme tell you, this mofo is lying his arse off. Bring Lasher to "justice"!? BULL. CRAP. The Talamasca wanted to HELP Lasher breed with other Taltos--or at least, the rogue members in Europe working with Gordon & co. did. This "safe house" Albrecht says they'll take Lasher to is likely where another Taltos/Mayfair/witch/etc is waiting for him, a la book!Tessa.

And poor Cip. They are STILL skirting around just saying that Lasher is HIS son, too, not just Rowan's, and it's ticking me off. "Eunuch husbands," as usual--only good for being breeding stallions for the witches; then kicked to the curb.

Ok, so they ARE giving him some of Michael's backstory--I pray to GOD they say he's actually a descendant of Julien Mayfair, too! 🙏

Then the Talamasca swoop in like the Men in Black to take Lasher away, and NONE of these DOZENS of witches standing around watching do anything either, like wtf? 😂 This is YOUR "god" being taken away! Rowans LITERALLY laying in the middle of the street!

But Dolly Jean said it best:

SAAAAAAME! 😅 (I am LOVING Dolly Jean's actress; she & Cortland are the best actors on this whole wretched show.)

I have NO idea how Rowan's not behind bars as an accessory to murder or the obstruction of justice or SOMETHING. Lucy's father is better than me, cuz I'd've been on the phone with the cops--WHERE TF IS MY DAUGHTER'S BODY, ROWAN?

Ohhh...you know, out in the frikkin BAYOU getting nommed on by gators or something cuz I covered up that my demonic son raped & killed her--oops? Don't worry, Esta said I made Lucy's death BEAUTIFUL~, so it's okay! 🙄 A mother's love, amirte!? 😅

As usual, Esta, you are dumber than a sack of bricks--or you think WE are. Likely BOTH; Esta proved that YES, AMC thinks/knows that the fandom is willing to let the most heinous ish slide, so long as it's "beautiful." You can't judge this as EVIL, cuz it's PRETTY! 😍

And then Rowan completely fumbles the bag:

She yeets poor Jojo & Daphne into the frikkin shadow realm! 🤦 Like wtf?!

This enthrallment is what Lasher did to Rowan & Cip back in S1 when he forced them to conceive him, and what she did to frozen!Cortland in 2x2; but it's WAY different from the other thrall spells--those girls are GONE. Their bodies are...WHERE?

Neither of them are book characters, and this plotline doesn't exist in the books either, so IDEKWTF is going on, but it's stupid. But I guess Esta needed to give Rowan SOMETHING to do to fix things, now that she's just embarrassed herself with her incompetency in front of the whole family THRICE in the same night. 🤦🤦🤦

But when Lasher actually shows up, she just stands there, useless as a wart on a frog's arse--

--and gets blasted in the face by Cip's sleeping gas! 🤣 I had no idea this show was a COMEDY! 🤦

Jfc they're making Rowan so much more stupid than she was in the books (which is saying something).

Wtvr. I'm watching cuz I wanna see if they namedrop the Taltos, and if we'll get Emaleth, Morrigan, Ashlar, Samuel, book!Tessa, etc. I am NOT here for Rowan, never have been, and I never will be.

[butmakeitgayblog]

Sorry to bother you but that anon question (the one about CI Lexa being "the little spoon" of cuddles and more) made me wonder about Clarke. I really appreciated your answer about Lexa, it's really interesting especially for her character's psychology but what about Clarke? She is not dumb, even though it is a recurring joke between the two, she is not. Maybe she is emotionally dumb (in an affectionate way, CI Clarke is one of my favourite Clarke's of yours so only love for her) but she is sharp and clever when she wants (😂😂) so I suppose she knows she has this "power" - whether it's given by Lexa or not - and I suppose that at some point, maybe when they're already married (so with a few years behind their backs and out in public), Lexa will talk with Clarke about what does this mean to her, what does it mean to give this particular "power" away to Clarke. So Clarke has to know how important it is to not fuck this up, to not betray it. And I can't stop thinking about how much this power can create a need to protect her wife, to be fair and good to her, because even though they bicker and banter, they know how much the other suffered and they know how much this relationship means. So (I swear I really have a question 😂) my question is: is there a moment where, even though this power is not used in public, except for maybe some holding hands or an arm around Lexa's waist, Clarke uses it to protect Lexa? Because I know Lexa knows how to protect herself, especially against people that don't really know where to draw a line with her, but is there a moment where Clarke is like:"You know what babe? Let me punch this fool in his face for you just for fun, I know you can do it by yourself and I know people expect you to do it, but I'm gonna do it because I'm your wife and I need people to know that I will kill them for you." Something like that, I may have lost my train of thoughts but something like that. I don't know, I can totally see Clarke being scold at home for such a big reaction but then being kissed because of it. CI Clexa (in some ways) remind me of canon Clexa:"Yes, you may be the Heda, but I'll try to kill Nia because she pissed you off."

That last line, right there. That's their dynamic at its very fundamental core.

The thing is, most people don't fully realize the extent to which Lexa allows Clarke to be in control because she is someone who carries and conducts herself with so much poise and power. From an outside perspective it would look more often than not as tho Lexa is just this "I don't need no bitch, I run this shit" woman, and unapologetically so.

But they don't know her the way Clarke does and they certainly don't understand their dynamic. They don't understand that while, yes, Lexa is an extraordinarily strong and self sufficient woman, there will always be that little girl in a black dress and braids, standing next to her dad's casket thinking, "I'm alone now." They don't know that while, yes, Lexa is a Grade A heinous bitch who enjoys manipulation and toying with others, a part of her will always be that little girl who had to teach herself how to survive in a cold and unloving home. Who taught herself that there wasn't anyone else there to really look out for her without a selfish motive driving their actions. Who told herself that it was ok that there was no bigger bed to crawl into at night when she needed protecting from the monsters in her closet.

But when Clarke looks at her wife, she sees that. She sees her exactly as she is. Powerful and conniving and manipulative and hedonistic, but she also sees that scared little version of Lexa as well.

And the urge protect every iteration of this woman makes. Clarke. Go feral.

It's just like the moment when Hellen slapped Lexa. Clarke was this 🤏 close to beating the shit out of her. Lexa knew without a doubt if she hadn't stepped in, Clarke would have closed fist punched her mother repeatedly without question. Clarke maybe 80% bark and biting words - her weapon of choice has always been her words and malicious intellect - but when push comes to literal shove, Clarke fights dirty. She's a brawler. She's not interested in fair fights, she's interested in what will make her win.

That being said, she's also learned a lot from Lexa over the years in the sense that the best course of action is to simply ruin their entire life. Physical fighting is so messy. Half the time you come out looking like a degenerate and taking a knock to your reputation anyway. Hence part of Clarke's less than steller reputation before they were together 😬

So rather than physically fight more, she becomes more nefarious. More of a malignant entity in the life of whoever manages to get themselves in her crosshairs.

Someone in their social circle begins whispering little unsavory rumors about her wife? Clarke will make sure their spouse just so happens to catch wind of their own little dalliances over brunch. A board member challenges Lexa's competence at the helm? Clarke will systematically burn every personal bridge they have within the company until they're voted out. You flirt with her wife beyond what Lexa's comfortable with? She'll pay an escort to seduce yours instead. She'll even pay extra just have them fuck the little Mx. right in your bed (with pictures ���). You try and make Lexa look foolish among your peers? Don't be surpised if you're getting pulled over with glove box filled coke. Whether you're into it or not...

She will literally smile in your face while driving a knife square into your back.

The woman has very little conscience and a protective streak a mile wild. While she had her fun punching a few handsy bystanders in her youth, dating and then being married to someone like Lexa for years has had so many delicious advantages, one of which was learning the fine art of subterfuge.

And while Lexa may be the master, it turns her on like crazy when she's surpassed by her very sexy student 😏

[amanyxia]

And You Thought Monsters Didn't Exist

“Please play with me.” A whisper in my ear and a pair of hands snake their way up and down my body before they settle on my bulge. My mouth twitches, and my eyes stay glued to my computer screen. I’m too busy.

“What am I doing right now, Angel?” I can see her pouting without even having to turn and look. So pathetic yet cute. 

“It looks like you’ve been staring at the same screen for hours.” How smart of her. I’ll remember that for later.

“Doing what specifically?” 

“Unfortunately working until death arrives. Come play.” She’s testing my patience some days,. I sigh and put my full attention on her now. 

“I have a deadline doll. I can’t just stop working. I ha-” 

“But it’s midnight!” She exclaims. “You’ve been going at it for ten hours now. Come to bed with me. Now.” She cut me off and demanded I do something? Usually, that’d be a turn on but not tonight. This work is important, although she is right. It’s past midnight, and I know what missing sleep does for my mental health. I appreciate her looking out for me, so I compromise. 

“Look, you’re right. Just give me thirty more minutes to find a good stopping point, and you can have me.” I wink at her and return my attention to work. The thirty starts as soon as it’s been spoken about.

“Fine.” She goes on to say something else, but I’m already too hyperfocused on my work again. 

Thirty minutes already go by, and I start saving my work when I notice how exhausted I am after all. Playtime might have to wait a little longer. I hear voices outside my office door. My roommate has company and I’m already thinking of the most heinous shit to say that’ll make everyone leave. My house, my rules. 

After I lock my office door behind me, I make my way to the kitchen for a quick bite before bed. I find Alex in the living room, gaming away with one of his friends. The sounds I hear from the kitchen grab my attention next.

“Who else is here?” They’re too focused on winning or losing, so I keep walking. What I see from the doorway is what I never wanted to see. My fucking roommate really thought it was a good idea to invite a tweaker to my house? I’ll throw him out on the streets next. I’m not a violent person, but what I’m staring at now is enough for me to get away with murder. Mike. Standing behind my girl. His hands were on her. One hand covers her mouth, and the other violates her body while she’s pinned against the counter. 

I swallow down the urge to butcher him right here at this moment and put on an act. I clear my throat, which startles him. “Hello.” Both of his hands fall away from her body, and she lets out gasps of breath followed by sobs. 

“Oh, hey man. Funny story for you.” 

I sigh and cock my head to the side, smirking and looking over at my girl. Mike tries to walk past me out of the kitchen without another word, but I grab his arm. “Oh, hey man, you fucking stay put.” I hiss out, then rush over to her, assuring her she’s safe now. 

“It’s not what you’re thinking. We had a moment.” I rest my forehead against hers and sigh, trying to gather my thoughts. He should know better than to lie. He's already been given many warnings for the things he’s said to her in the past. It might have to get physical this time for him to finally understand. Some people learn the hard way after all.

“Bedroom. Now. I’ll be there in a few.” She shakes her head. She shouldn’t see me like this. The monster I locked away in my head is now loosening the lock by himself. She backs away but doesn’t leave. I don’t have time for this. Her choice. Mike tries walking off again when I yell out for Alex. 

“You. Stop fucking moving. I’m not done with you yet.” I grab Mike by the shoulder. I’m done for. The monster is on his way out. Jay is no longer present. Alex comes from around the corner with irritation on his face. 

“Stop fucking yelling; what’s your problem?” I let out a laugh and dug my nails into Mike's shoulder before letting go.

“You’re looking at him! What the fuck is this? What the fuck is he doing in my house?” I lowered my volume for a moment. “I don’t know who that other guy is, but I want him gone too.”

“Jay, I live here too, man. I should be as allowed to invite people over as you are.” Yeah, except he’s late on his rent coming up on month three. I’ll keep his statement in an important folder for later. 

“The longer you take on paying me your rent, the rougher these rules will get on you. I’m not playing at this point. This fucker just assaulted my girl, and here you are acting clueless about why I don’t even want him in my house. You’ve heard the shit he’s said to her before. Let’s not be stupid now.”

“I thought she was in your bedroom, honest to God.” Exasperates Alex. Playing dumb now. The living room is in between the kitchen and the hallway to the bedrooms. The TV he stares at is facing the hallway; try again. Mike opens his mouth next.

“Now, Jay, let’s not throw accusations out there without proof. I’m sorry your good girl isn’t as loyal as you thought; really, I am. Pretty girls like her with a pussy that tight really ought to be put on a leash and watched over more by her man, don’t you agree?” 

I heard enough. There was no look of guilt or regret on his face before I punched him so hard that he fell to the ground. I think I would kill for her. Love makes you do stupid things. Did I just say I love her? Damn.

Alex starts yelling at me. “Jay! The fuck is wrong with you!?” The guy I had locked away in the darkest part of my brain breaks out and puts my finger to my lips, silencing Alex.

“Hey, it’s getting pretty late. I think I’ll just leave too.” Alex’s other friend finally comes in to announce his departure, then looks at me and then at Mike lying on the ground.

“I’ll head out with you; I need a smoke anyway.” Alex looks at me and shakes his head. “I apologize that this happened. I thought Mike had his shit together better than that.” 

“Thank you for showing some respect; have a great night!” I enthusiastically said to the other guy and quickly waved them off, then returned my attention to Mike. “See, that’s what you should have done instead of putting yourself in this mess. Now look at you.” I grab the collar of his shirt and get ready to throw another punch in his face before my arm is grabbed.

“Please, stop.” She makes me snap back to reality. I look at Mike, bleeding from his nose, then I step away and look at my girl. She’d been frozen behind me the entire time. She saw the monster open the cage and step out, but she didn’t run. Instead, she stepped in, going so far as to put her hands on the monster. Her eyes are pleading with me to stop.

“Ahh, she keeps you sane.” Mike gets up and stares at her with hunger in his eyes. “Those girls are the best. No wonder you’re this crazy over a matter so silly. But hey, you were busy, you know. And like I said, you walked in to take over at the right time. She was dripping wet…”

He continues on, but I’m too busy trying to fight this monster back in his cage that I can no longer make out his words. I wouldn’t want to hear it anyway. I put a hand to her cheek, and she nuzzles back into me and whispers, “Please.” It starts hurting me to see her emerald eyes beg me to stop. Oh, doll, It might be too late. The longer he stays in my sight, the harder it is to fight off these urges.

“We were about to get freaky on that counter too. She really wanted me in that moment.” He points to the counter I found him assaulting her at and wipes blood from his nose. This guy just doesn’t get it, does he? I don’t believe him because tweakers lie all the time, but I still look down at her in question, wanting to know the real story.

“I went to the kitchen because I thought you’d be hungry. I wanted to make you something; I even told Mike that when he followed me into the kitchen. He tried to have a conversation with me while I was searching the cupboards for what you had. He had me pinned against my will, despite my telling him to stop. I just wanted to make you food.” She looks down, and her voice breaks at the end of her statement. The pain in her voice alone makes my heart crack. Anyone who hurts her should be in the ground.

Mike groans, gets up, and starts moving toward her, but I step in and push him back as a warning. “You can just leave right now. No more attempting to make yourself look good with a fake story. You’re just adding fuel to the fire, and I really wouldn’t suggest you keep going. Leave. I don’t want to see you in my house ever again.” He starts for the door, then stops. People like him don’t know when to stop running their mouths until it’s too late. For them, that is. 

“You know, she’s actually missing out on the details of how she started this whole thing. I didn’t follow her into the kitchen for anything originally. We were having a conversation, and that’s where she was headed.” A look of amusement crosses his face. “She was teasing me once we were alone. Believe me or not, man, she’s pretty wild.”

Something stirs up inside me again, and just like that, everything goes black. Jay isn’t here anymore. This guy strokes my girl's cheek and smiles sadistically. She meets his eyes and starts shaking her head. 

“Please don’t. Please just throw him out. He’s doing this on purpose.”

“I’m sorry, Angel, but I have to. No one gets to touch you. You’re mine.” He pulls his hand away and swings at Mike, causing him to fall back into a counter. 

Pinned and with nowhere to go, Mike's smile is gone, and his face fills with fear. “You fucking lunatic! Get off me, I’ll go!”

“Yeah, I bet that’s what she was thinking when she was in your position at the time, too.” The monster pummels Mike in the face a couple more times, then drops him back on the ground. He grabs the sharpest kitchen knife from the block set nearby, and that’s when my girl grabs his arm, trying once more to stop him. He looks down at her, shaking his head.

“He doesn’t get to get away with shit like this.” He yanked his arm out of her grip and swung at Mike with the knife. She starts screaming my name, and I hear Alex storming into the house a moment later. 

I’m in deep shit, aren’t I?

[clatoera]

it's been a long time coming but

GOD here's the full review i promised I HOPE YOUR STUDYING IS GOING WELL!!!! you are going to crush your exams

about ten asks ago i asked why glimmer (and the others) were encouraged to go into the games despite people close to them knowing what goes on when you become a victor. the answer is.... harrowing at best. all the sections with glim glam and the horrors beyond your imagination that comes with child prostitution!!!! KILLED ME. GUTTED ME. i've reached out into the fic and have put her in a little tupperware with holes at the top and leaves in it and she tells me that she's much happier there and doesn't want to be a part of your fic anymore!!! LEAVE HER ALONE SHES A BABY!!!

For a girl who spends her entire life with her body and her skin on display– there's something incredibly personal and intimate about being covered up.

WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT!?!?! marbles and glim glam are THE couple of all time... marvel seems a little goofy but the way he understands her intuitively CHEFS KISS MA'AM.

also thank you marvel for giving us the funniest moment in this chapter which was the hypothetical red alert everyone was going to get if cato was let loose in the streets if clove died.

the color scene in the train with everlark vs this one with clato. my god. both of their favorite colors being red like do these babies know ANYTHING that's not related to bloodshed. makes you wonder what they would actually do without the hunger games. especially cato now that he's a canon nepo grandbaby. im obsessed with the thin line between violence and tenderness that these two overstep all the damn time. will they stab each other only for it to feel like a kiss? only time will tell.

when it comes to the actual games, all of them being directly opposite each other is a CRIME and i need plot armor for all 24 tributes by next chapter STAT i better not lose anyone in there!!! they will hold hands and host the first annual talent games IDGAF i want to see marvel juggle flaming knives i want to see mags catch the weirdest goddamn fish with a hairpin we don't care about killing each other killing is overrated!!! we love friendship and peace in this house actually and everyone is friends with everyone and we all visit grandpa snow for cookies and milk he dgaf about the games either so everyone's families are safe!!

GOOD LUCK AGAIN ON YOUR EXAMS ily have a great day!

BESTIE YOU ALREADY KNOW I WAIT SO PATIENTLY FOR THESE!!

Starting with saying THANK YOU for your support and confidence in me on these exams that makes ONE of us!! I'm falling apart!! having nervous breakdowns and all that jazz!! So thank you, this means so much to hear.

Yeah so..when you sent that ask I already knew this answer. I knew it would be answered at some point, and I feel like the horrors of reading it in this chapter was far worse than the answer I gave to that ask? Like more graphic. This chapter actually LITERALLY increased my rating on the fic, because I just..felt it wasn't doing justice to tone down what Glimmer experienced. Because..it is horrific and it is awful and it's violent. I consider it one of the most heinous, horrific things that can be done to someone. And while I hated doing it to her, I felt it was realistic as to what we know from canon, the capitol, and the price she pays for being a beautiful young girl. It's horror. It's horrendous. And as you sawy you want her out of the fic and safe..theres only one sure fire way to get her out of the fic and I dont think you'd like if that happened!! (i wouldn't either). Put her in her little jar like a firefly and shake her up. You actually hit one of the big horrific points in this paragraph-- She is just a baby. Fifteen. She was a child, a little girl. And she has faced horrific horrific things .

Listen here bestie. Marbles and Glim Glam have weaseled their way into my heart and they are there to stay!! I love them with my whole heart!! I want them to be happy! Now I don't let them be happy..but..maybe one day! Marbles is a silly little man. We know that. Thats true. But he is intuitive to her and he loves her. For who she is. And thats all that really matters. Also noone gave me the right ❤️ I am a felon ❤️ breaking the law.

Also yes. Everyone knows they want to be no where near cato if clove died. He would be busy being a menace. The purge on panem streets. Hunting down Cory Snow himself.

These babies know nothing of life without the hunger games. LIke truly. What would they do, who would they be, etc, in a life without the games? Maybe his favorite color would have been evergreen or hers a pretty oceany blue. Maybe they would have had hobbies. Maybe Cato would have spent his free time getting berated as a baseball coach, and by berated I mean Enobaria by the fence absolutely verbally assaulting him for his foolishness. Cato is a legacy!! Clove would've been but her mother died. As you can tell his grandparents died before the victors vote because they may not have sent their grandson into the games. And yes! They walk SUCH a fine fine line between love and violence. It's inextricably tangled with them-- who would they be without it?

When it comes to the games!! Well!! The good news is I decide who gets plot armor and how!! I have control who lives who dies who tells this story! So uh!! Fear not!! or Fear a lot!!

THANK YOU again for your support and confidence in me! Truly Someone has to have it because it isn't me!! I'm having literal meltdowns!! Thank you thank you i love you and I cant wait to see you after next chapter!!

@lwveless

[gothwives]

from his appearance alone, most people assumed orion was a murderous psycho at worst, or a regular ol' weirdo at best. most days he fell somewhere in the middle, but he most definitely had the capacity to fall on the more extreme end of the spectrum. figured it was in his blood, what with who his sister was. what his sister was. and while he hadn't yet committed the most heinous, unforgivable sin, he did plan to sometime in his life. just had to wait for the right opportunity. "i would hope so. you'd be in for a pretty shit night if not..." the way holly so unabashedly admitted to how depraved she truly was had his blood rushing south, cock already stiffened and aching to bury itself inside her. feeling how easily he held her life in the palm of his hand was truly exhilarating, breathing heavily through his nose and clenching his teeth to keep from exerting his full strength and simply crushing her windpipe. it'd be so fucking easy... but, at the moment, she was more valuable to him alive than dead. leaning in, he came within inches of her face, just studying her features like she were one of the creatures he gutted and stuffed as his profession, imagining what her insides looked like. "i'm gonna make you fucking regret ever letting me in your room." he knew the threat would excite her, vaguely alluding to the violence he was intent on carrying out. "tell you what," his tone had turned condescendingly saccharine as he pulled back, a sinister smirk contorting his expression into one of devilish glee. "your new word is corpse. i'll let you decide why." one eye dropped into a wink. "think i'd rather show you than tell you... you'll see soon enough." her obedience was a good sign, an indication that she really might have what it took to handle all he had to give. with other girls, he felt as though he was constantly holding back, sacrificing his true desires for the sake of their safety, but it seemed that holly truly wanted to see just how sick he could be. "you want it so bad, don't you? you want daddy to cum down your throat, you want it spilling out of those fucking porn star lips... you need it." as of yet, he wasn't planning on letting holly finish him off just yet, wanting to deny her of that satisfaction until he thought she deserved it. "daddy knows just what to do with you." his pants were undone in a matter of seconds, pulling his cock out from black boxer briefs as he loomed over her. he held himself by the base of his shaft with one hand and used the other to return to gripping at her hair, once again wrenching her head back with his tight grip. "shut the fuck up and open your mouth." teeth sunk into his lower lip, he slapped his cock against her face once, twice, before plunging it into her waiting mouth with a heavy grunt, using his grasp on her hair to force her head forward while simultaneously thrusting his hips forward, burying himself down her throat in an instant. for several seconds, orion just held her there, rocking his hips forward every now and again to reach even deeper, waiting to see if she struggled, or if she just took it.

she wondered just how twisted the male's mind was, couldn't wait to pick it apart at the first opportunity she got. was he unhinged enough to commit heinous crimes for her? she kind of hoped he was. she bet he'd look insanely hot with someone else's blood on him after a fresh kill. "i like pain. what can i say?" there wasn't an ounce of shame discernible in her words because she wasn't really embarrassed when it came to admitting what she liked. the last thing she wanted was to have boring sex without a little bit of pain. the tightening of his hand around her throat only increased her arousal, liked that he was nearly restricting her airflow entirely. his words might've sounded menacing to any sane individual, but they had the opposite impact on her. they just made her want him even more. "i'd fucking love that," she managed to get out, voice strained. she was very much aware of the presence of the belt binding her wrists together, completely eliminating the use of her hands. she was careful not to move them just yet, though she wouldn't be all that upset if she had some marks to remind her of exactly what the two of them had done. "maybe it's cliché, but you kinda put me on the spot there with that one. you know?" chuckled lowly at his words, found herself wondering exactly what it was he liked to do. "you gonna elaborate on that one?" gaze darkened with lust as his demeanor shifted in a millisecond, confirming that he wasn't just talking a big game with her. good to know. a low whine passed through her lips at the harshness used against her, mouth remaining slightly agape while he spoke to her. "fuck. i love taking cock down my throat like a whore. it gets me so wet." her panties were soaked, she wasn't trying to conceal that fact, either. she wanted the man to know exactly what he was doing to her. the word 'punish' piqued her interest even more, blonde was curious to see what orion's idea of a punishment was. "i deserve to be punished for being such a dirty slut," she agreed without hesitation. hissed lowly as she was forced to her knees in front of him, eyes fixated on the man above her. "you wanna fuck my face daddy? teach me a lesson with your cock?"

[notjdbellingham]

The Deal (Part One - “I’ve never seen you look so sexy”)

a 10 Things I Hate About You inspired series featuring Jude Bellingham

pairing: jude bellingham(patrick verona) x reader(kat stratford)

summary: a new student arrives at Birmingham City Football Club Academy (BCFCA), Cameron Thomas, who sets his sights on y/n’s sister Caroline. unfortunately for him, Caroline cannot date until her so called “heinous bitch” of sister does. he sets out to do everything he can in order for that to happen, even if that means convincing the academy’s most well known player—Jude Bellingham.

note: here it is as promised. I hope this isn’t too boring

word count: 3k

warnings: sexual jokes (I don’t remember what I wrote), underwhelming lol

“How you doing?” Eric greeted as he approached Jude, who was sweating profusely from the practice he had just left.

Jude stared blankly at him, then turned to his teammates, giving them a look that said “Why the hell is he talking to me.”

Eric, used to being treated like the popular boy he was, felt slightly taken aback by the cold shoulder treatment; yet he managed to continue.

“I just bought a new lighter,” Eric said, trying to start a conversation while also taking a dig at the fact Jude was known for lighting the lawn of a school he had lost a match to in year 10.

“Do I know you?” Jude asked, bringing his water bottle to his lips and taking a long sip.

Eric stopped beating around the bush and began explaining, “You see that girl over there?”

Jude put down his bottle and looked over to where Eric was pointing before responding with a “Yeah,” his voice laden with indifference.

“That’s Y/n L/n,” Eric explained, and Jude gave him a look.

“She’s on my team you idiot,” Jude told him, Eric’s face immediately reddening.

“Right, sorry I forgot she was on the team,” Eric reached for the back of his neck before he continued, “I want you to go out with her,”

Jude laughed, incredulous of how a boy he didn’t even know could walk up to him and order him around like that. He pondered for a moment if he should simply walk away and leave the conversation behind, but some small part of him was intrigued by what Eric had to say.

“Yeah, sure,” Jude responded sarcastically, shaking his head while his teammates howled with laughter.

“Look, I can’t take out her sister until Y/n starts dating,” Eric added, “You see, their dad is whacked out, he’s got this rule where his girls-

“That’s a touching story, really is. But it’s not my problem,” Jude cut him off before he could go into more detail, and began packing up his kit.

Nonetheless, Eric remained confident, “Would you be willing to make it your problem if I offered you some generous compensation?”

Jude paused, his eyes shifting back to Eric before he scoffed.

“You’re going to pay me to go out with some bird?” Jude raised his brows, before taking off his practice jersey and slinging it around his neck.

Eric hummed in agreement then Jude chuckled, his head dropping down to face the ground as he stuck his tongue into the side of the cheek.

Jude looked up again before asking “How much?”

He knew he didn’t need the money but what harm could it do? It wasn’t as if Y/n would actually let him take her on a date.

“20 euros,” Eric responded, and Jude scrunched his brows. That wasn’t worth his while.

“No shot,” Jude frowned, “That doesn’t even cover the cost of taking her to the movies,”

“Fine, 30,” Eric countered, crossing his arms.

“75, take it or leave it,” Jude’s voice flattened, he wasn’t going to waste his time doing this if it was for nothing.

“50,” Eric pushed, growing annoyed.

“100,” Jude countered, staring directly into his eyes.

“75,” Eric groaned, exasperation seeping into his voice, handing over the bills.

“Okay, deal,” Jude looked away from Eric and over to where Y/n was practicing her corner goals. She started from the lower left corner of the pitch and her foot lifted to the bottom of the ball, hitting it at the perfect angle and sending it smoothly into the upper right corner of the goal. He had always known that Y/n was good but he never said anything to her, knowing anything he said wouldn’t matter. They worked together smoothly without the unnecessary communication and chit chat, mutually understanding each other's style of play. They became nearly untouchable when put on the pitch together, Jude set her up for goals, getting the ball to her when he could, and Y/n would indefinitely score. And when Y/n was midfielder and Jude was center forward, they would still do the same thing, their roles simply switched. Jude wondered if their bond while playing would be affected by this stupid deal, but he had already started towards her so he wasn’t going to back out now.

“Hi there,” Jude greeted, and Y/n looked him up and down. Her eyes lingered a split second longer on his bare abdomen, which didn’t go unnoticed.

“Move,” She ordered, looking away and focusing on the ball. Y/n took a moment to consider the alternate path of sending it into Jude’s crotch just for kicks, but decided against it, remembering the consequences of the last time she’d aimed for a males privates.

“What are you doing?” Jude asked, despite the fact he already knew.

Y/n didn’t respond, instead opting to make another corner kick.

“You already know that, what do you want,” She crossed her arms as the ball swished into the net of the goal.

“That’s certainly a way to get a guys attention,” Jude ignored her previous statement, his eyes focused on the ball she had once again managed to kick into the goal.

“Ah yes, my mission in life. Getting the attention of males,” Y/n agreed, before continuing, “And obviously it worked, seeing as you’re here,”

“The world makes sense again,” She plastered on a phony smile, walking over to get the ball. Jude laughing behind her as he followed, staying within her proximity as she went back to the bleachers to her kit.

“Pick you up on Friday then?” Jude asked, and Y/n responded without missing a beat.

“Oh right, Friday, uhuh,” She nodded, downing a gulp of water before she reached down to the hem of her jersey, pulling it above her head to reveal her sports bra which was damp with sweat. In her mind she wished she had just kicked the ball into Jude’s.

“I’ll take you places you’ve never seen before,” Jude’s brows went up and down and he stared at her back as she bent over to unlace her shoes. He was beginning to enjoy the banter, it was a nice change of pace from the silence broken by an occasional “nice”, “you did well”, or “good job” they usually shared.

“Oh? Like the theatre 4 miles away on Grant?” Y/n asked, unimpressed. She stood straight again, pulling off the light blue pre-wrap on her forehead.

“Do you even know what number I am?” Y/n questioned, eyeing Jude when she put her jersey into her kit.

“12,” Jude answered easily, “I know a lot more than you think,”

“Doubtful, very doubtful,” Y/n laughed, picking up her bag and walking away. For some strange reason, the refusal left Jude only more encouraged.

From a discreet spot in the bleachers, Cameron and Marcus watched the exchange and groaned.

“We are screwed,” Cameron whined, his hopes of dating Caroline felt like they’d be dashed.

“Hey I don’t want to hear that defeatist attitude,” Marcus demanded.

“We are screwed!” Cameron exclaimed, and Marcus nodded in approval.

“Better,”

Cameron had gone through the effort of becoming the practice partner of Caroline, Y/n’s sister, and talked to her only to find out that she could only date if Y/n did. Then he had managed to get the academy’s most affluent player to approach Jude (more like inceptioned him to), knowing he wouldn’t listen to Cameron himself—only for Jude to fail. If this didn’t work he had no other options left.

“If Jude can’t do this himself we need to help him,” Cameron finally spoke, looking to Marcus who hummed in agreement.

Cameron knew that Y/n was difficult, when he had spoken to Caroline she had explained that Y/n used to be popular, but at the end of year 11 something had flipped. It was like she was sick of it or something, and she began dedicating all her time to football. It paid off, she was one of the best strikers in the league, the men’s league she had somehow gotten into. She was so good that Birmingham Academy decided to put her on their EFL team, but of course it came with the price of her becoming a heinous bitch (Marcus’s words not Cameron’s).

˚ ✧ ˚

The next day Jude found Y/n on the football pitch during the free period they happened to share, and sat by her school bag watching as she did passing drills around a set of bright orange cones.

It was normal to see her at the pitch during the middle of the day, she was known for practicing every possible moment.

When she finally finished up and went to grab her water, she saw him staring at her.

“Nice passes,” Jude complimented before she could let out the string of complaints she probably had waiting to be let out. “You’re quick on your feet,”

“Are you following me?” Y/n scoffed, grabbing her water that was situated next to Jude.

“I was going to get my jacket, and saw you were practicing. I decided to come say hi,” Jude shrugged, feigning disinterest.

“Hi,” Y/n replied, obviously glaring at Jude.

“Not a talker, huh?” Jude remarked watching as Y/n began changing. She didn’t quite care that he was there, letting him watch as she switched her athletic shirt for a tank top. However he averted his gaze when Y/n switched her soccer shorts for denim ones.

“Depends on the topic,” She replied, “Passing drills don’t exactly whip me into a verbal frenzy,”

“You’re not afraid of me are you,” Jude said, half a question half a statement.

“Why would I be afraid of you,” Y/n laughed, folding her clothes and putting them into her bag.

“According to popular belief, I lit a school on fire because I was a sore loser. So most people are,” Jude replied, standing up.

“Well I’m not,” Y/n responded, slinging the bag over her shoulders. She noticed how Jude had purposefully shifted to block her from exiting the field.

“Well maybe you’re not afraid me but I’m sure you’ve thought about me naked,” Jude suggested smiling coyly.

“Am I that transparent?” Y/n asked, acting shocked. “I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby,” She groaned while rolling her eyes, and Jude found his smile growing wider, his laugh genuine.

Y/n pushed past him and out of the football pitch, and Jude let her. He stared as she walked away, realizing that he had grown a liking to her. When she was finally out of sight he shook his head, wondering how on earth he had managed to start fancying the most out of control girl he had ever met.

˚ ✧ ˚

“We know what you’re trying to do with Y/n L/n,” Cameron said over the loud commotion of the craft room, Marcus nudging him forward.

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it?” Jude replied unfazed, continuing to saw away at a piece of wood.

“We want to help,” Cameron replied, and Jude’s eyes didn’t budge from the wood.

“And why is that?” Jude inquired, finally giving the pair a glance.

“The deal is that my friend here has a major jones for Caroline L/n,” Marcus paused, waiting for Jude to say something.

“What is it with that girl?” Jude muttered, it seemed as if everyone wanted a piece of her.

“I uh, I think I speak correctly when I say Cameron’s love is pure, purer than let’s say Eric’s,” Marcus continued, to which Jude answered.

“Look I’m in this for the cash, Eric can plow whoever he wants,”

“Okay there will be no plowing,” Cameron interjected, getting heated. Jude sniggered under his breath at the year 12 boy.

“Jude, let me clear one thing up—we set this whole thing up so Cameron, yeah Cameron, could get Caroline. Eric’s just a pawn,” Marcus elaborated.

“So you’re going to help me tame the wild beast?” Jude quirked a brow, and glanced over at the duo again.

“Absolutely. We’ll do research, find out what she likes and get back to you. We’re your guys,” Marcus smiled, grabbing Cameron’s shoulder who added:

“In a strictly non group of arsonist buddies type of way,”

Jude stared at Cameron, not sure whether to laugh or punch him.

“Uh, sorry. Now, Friday night Bogey Lowenstein is having a party. Perfect opportunity,” Marcus shifted the conversation before Jude could react.

“Perfect opportunity for what?” Jude asked, his full attention now on Marcus.

“For you to take out Y/n,” Marcus gave a doubtful look.

“I’ll think about it,” Jude replied, though he had already made up his mind.

˚ ✧ ˚

Marcus and Cameron arrived at the locker room Jude had told them too, Cameron having just snooped through Y/n’s dorm with the help of Caroline.

Jude arrived shortly thereafter, out of breath from running there after his practice ended.

“So what have you got for me?” Jude asked, his hands at his sides, chest going up and down as he panted.

“A little insight into a very complicated girl,” Cameron replied, crossing his arms and leaning into a locker.

“All right, first thing. Y/n hates chapped lips,” Cameron cleared his throat, looking at Jude’s lips which were thoroughly dry.

“So you’re telling me I use chapstick,” Jude raised his brows, subconsciously licking his lips.

“Yes, well—just for now,” Marcus explained.

“And um, here’s another problem, Caroline says Y/n likes pretty guys,” Cameron added, looking from Marcus back to Jude.

Jude stared blankly at the two for a few moments before saying “Are you telling me I’m not a pretty guy?”

“He’s very pretty!” Marcus immediately countered, and Cameron followed with a “Yeah yeah I just wasn’t sure—I didn’t know,” the pair of them playing it off.

Jude visibly relaxed, and Cameron took it as a sign for him to continue. “Alright, uh yeah, okay here’s this,” Cameron reached into his back pocket and pulled out a list.

“Likes: Thai food, feminist prose, and angry girl music of the indie rock persuasion. Here’s a list of CDs she has in her dorm,” Cameron handed the list over.

“So I’m supposed to buy her some noodles and a book and sit around listening to girls who can’t play their instruments right?” Jude remarked sardonically.

“Have you ever been to Club Skunk? Her favorite band is playing there tomorrow night,” Marcus answered, and Jude’s face paled.

“I cannot be caught at Club Skunk, alright?” Jude pursed his lips into a thin line.

“But she’ll be there, she’s got tickets,” Cameron pushed back.

“Assail your ears for one night,” Marcus joined in, and Jude caved.

Dear lord what had he gotten himself into.

˚ ✧ ˚

Jude arrived at Club Skunk, not quite believing that he was spending his evening at a club full of girls. He pushed his way through the crowd, the music growing louder the further he got into the club.

Eventually he spotted Y/n, who was dancing in a black spaghetti strapped satin dress. He smiled at the sight, and stared as Y/n began laughing with a friend.

He found himself fixated on her, this was a side of Y/n he had never once seen revealed before. And he liked it.

His dark doe eyes filled with adoration as Y/n smiled brightly and cheered when the song changed, before he came to his senses and went to the bar, knowing she would eventually come there.

“Bellingham! What are you doing here tonight?” Huxley, the bartender, greeted. He knew Jude and his mates from his days at the local pub.

“Oh you know, just here for the girl,” Bellingham grinned, then asked for water.

A good few minutes later, Y/n came up to the bar, asking Huxley for 2 waters. As she stood there waiting she glanced to the side, noticing Jude sitting at a stool, inconspicuously staring at the band on stage.

She immediately frowned, and after paying for the drinks she approached him.

“If you’re planning on asking me out again you might as well get it over with,” She said loudly, barely audible over the noise of the club.

“Do you mind? You’re kind of ruining this for me,” Jude said right as she finished talking, and Y/n raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

“Your lips aren’t as chapped as they usually are,” Y/n noticed, changing the subject.

“I know, I started using chapstick, it was about time I got a tube,” Jude replied, continuing to act nonchalant when he knew he was an imposter in this club.

“You think?” Y/n laughed, her eyes focused on Jude’s mouth.

“You know these guys are no Bikini Kill or the Raincoats,” Jude remarked, bringing up other musicians he knew Y/n liked, adding “But they’re not bad,” before he stood up and started walking away.

Y/n’s smile stuck to her face, but it was a puzzled one, she stood fixated to her spot for a second before she ran to catch up to Jude.

“You know who the Raincoats are?” She demanded, her eyes squinted in puzzlement.

“Why, don’t you?” Jude shot back, pretending as if it was the most obvious thing in the world for him to know who they were.

A series of fed up expressions crossed Y/n’s face, and Jude proceeded to keep talking as the song currently played ended.

“You know I was watching you out there,” Jude commented, his voice straining to be heard over the music, “I’ve never seen you look so sexy,” The second part came out just as the song finished, and the whole club heard and began laughing.

Y/n let out a chuckle, beaming at Jude. Jude’s head leaned low, and for a moment it seemed like he was about to kiss her before he pulled his head a bit back.

“Come to Bogey’s party with me,” Jude suggested, and Y/n moved her head from side to side.

“You never give up, do you?”

“Was that a yes?” Jude asked, voice loud again as a new band started playing.

“No,” Y/n shouted, walking away.

“Was that a no?” Jude yelled after her, keeping his gaze focused on her as she disappeared into the crowd.

“No!” Y/n replied, and Jude’s lips pulled upward into the largest smile he’d ever had.

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[the-fluff-piece]

A heart for a heart

A sfw Trafalgar x fem!reader fluff story

Part 1

Part 2 out now

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Part 1, where the polar tang stops at a small island for the night. Law wouldn't have expected that there, on this backwater island, he would treat a patient that would steal his heart

Note: I just wanted to write Law absolutely over the top falling in love

Ever since he had become a samurai of the seas and the world knew about his powers as a doctor, all kinds of people came before Trafalgar D. Water Law begging to heal them or prolong their life. There where kings, merchants, pirates and bandits - even a marine admiral - that sought him out and beseeched him to treat their ailments. His title "the surgeon of death" never deterred them.

He turned all of them away. He swore he would only use his power to heal for his crew - or if he felt like it, and a tyrant or a merciless merchant kneeling before him was not going to sway him. The stories of disease and pain quickly annoyed him, because all he saw was mighty men and women, uncaring for the world around them, asking him for more time to leave their heinous mark on the world. It had become such a nuisance that he didn't even answer anymore - he just flipped them his finger and let his crew dispose of them.

He didn't think it would ever be any different until they stopped at a small, uninteresting island where people were too poor to attract any sort of attention. They went to the only tavern in town for some fun and occupied the place for the evening. Law was residing in the most comfortable chair, enjoying a drink and meal with his crew - when it happened. Again. He already rolled his eyes when he heard the pleading "please...very sick...will die..." at the door. He trusted that Bepo would throw them out - it was doubtlessly some wealthy arsehole that tracked him down, begging to be saved - when the white bear stood before him, looking rather flustered.

"Captain, I think you should have a look at this" he said in a sad voice.

"Why?", Law grunted. His first mate should know better by now.

"I...this really is different, maybe we should make an exception?" the bear asked.

"We? I am the captain here and I have the power, I alone decide when I make an exception. If I just treat one, they'll all come running to me" Law said in a stern voice - and he saw his old friend bring out his biggest arguments: his sad eyes. Not many people know that the eyes of a mink bear where as strong as a 1000 puppy eyes, and even Trafalgar was not immune to them, although he wouldn't even admit that under torture.

The bear stared at him with such an incredibly adorable expression, he broke Law's will into a thousand pieces.

Dammit, if he does that it must be urgent. Law ground his teeth in frustration. "Let's have a look - and than I'll tell you why I won't do anything", Law said, not looking at the bear to conceal that he had melted.

Flashing Law a happy grin, Bepo waved a young man to them, and he was carrying something. Or rather: someone.

Law tried to give that intruder a cursory glance before denying his request to appease Bepo, but Laws demonstrably disinterested look froze when he saw the patient that was laid out before him on the table.

A young girl, about his own age, clad in a simple dress - nothing special one would say. But for him, the sight felt like he was just hit by the marines buster call. As soon as he saw her face, his heart skipped a beat, or two, he couldn't really tell anymore. The world beneath his feet dissolved until only he and that girl were left - and he fell, deeply. Something about her features, that he couldn't even explain to himself, captured him completely. He couldn't say if it was the beautiful eyes looking up at him, the noble shape of her nose or the elegant curve of her mouth, but he was already absolutely obsessed. As his greedy eyes drank her appearance in, he knew he would never be satisfied.

A powerful longing to possess her controlled his thoughts. The sudden onslaught of feeling overwhelmed him and it took all his willpower to reign himself back in and take control of his emotions again.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been staring at her or what emotions he had shown. He closed his mouth to swallow. Everyone looked at him utterly confused. He cleared his throat and tried as best as he could to mimic the bored and relaxed posture he had had a moment before, even though he felt nothing like it through the adrenaline pumping through his body right now. What he wouldn't give to possess hormone-level control of his bodyfunctions right now to calm down.

"State your request", he prompted the man, his eyes fixed on the girl on the table. She seemed to be barely awake, looking around with hazed eyes.

The man fell to his knees and bowed down until he touched the ground with his forehead, his desperate pleading could be heard in the whole room: "Oh great Trafalgar Law, Samurei of the seas and greatest surgeon alive, this is my sister, she's very sick! The doctor said her heart was weak and she would not get old. We weren't able to find a doctor willing to treat her. She's gotten worse over the last week, you are our only hope, please save her! The me and the whole village will repay you anyway we can!"

Law only half listened to the probably worthless explanation and flattery of the brother and already began to examine her for symptoms.

Her skin looked pale and sweaty, the breath was rattling. A heart problem is plausible, although he would need to do some more tests. He took her small hand into his, the soft skin was cold and damp and her fingers seemed to be swollen. If it was only a heart defect he could easily cure her.

There was no careful weighing of options here, he knew that he would absolutely do anything to save her, no matter how much he told himself that he still had a choice. And that he would have to take her with him.

"How about we talk about the price after the surgery", Law said, his poker face back in place. The plan was formulated and he would go through with it. He picked her up easily, she felt and looked emaciated. The soft whimper that escaped from her blue lips was like a knife to his heart. He would have to begin treatment as soon as possible, luckily he had a stash of spare organs in excellent shape on the tang - for emergencies like this.

As he turned to go back to the submarine, the brother danced around him in joy, promising him everything if his sister lived. Law assured him that the village would absolutely be able to pay what he would ask.

Back on the polar tang, after a short confirming examination, he immediately began surgery with the assistance of his crewmembers. A heart transplant was easy for Law, the power of his devil fruit was designed for this purpose, the success rate at almost 100%.

She would get a strong heart that would safe her from certain death and carry through life.

Half of the village was camping in front of the polar tang in the harbour, awaiting the end of the surgery.

Of course, it was a success. He never doubted that. He would now wait at her bed until she woke up, monitoring her closely to ensure her safety.

As the anesthetic wore off, she opened her eyes and really looked at Law for the first time. Her lips had already regained a healthy colour, her skin looked rosy again and her gaze was focused - on him. He stared. He couldn't help it. She was even more irresistible now, he couldn't have anticipated how badly it would affect him.

He prided himself on being educated, eloquent and sophisticated - he wanted to tell her who he was, that she was in the best and most capable hands.

"Uhm...hey", was the only thing he could think of to say when he finally met her gaze for the first time. How embarrassing. Since he first saw her the question of who she was dominated his mind. While she slept he had built a hundred scenarios in his head how he would introduce himself to her. "Hey" was not among them.

"Hey", she answered, smiling at him. He couldn't have imagined a more perfect smile. It played around her pink lips, kind and warm. Home, he felt like he was coming home.

"You're...uhm...ok now, you know", he heard his idiot voice say. He could have impressed her by being every inch the doctor his father raised him to be, he could have told her how he saved her life. Instead, he told her "she was ok now". Well done Law, he thought.

"I feel...so much better! What happened?", her excited, melodic voice made his ears ring. It made him think of cozy winter evenings spend at a warm fire, it was the kind of voice that made him feel like being wrapped in a warm blanket. He felt a wide grin expand over his face.

"I g...gave you a new h...heart", he stuttered this most basic expression, incapable of retrieving his medical expressions from behind the blockade of hormones in his brain.

She stared at him for a moment, he stared at her. She touched her chest with her hand, just above the heart and looked as though she would cry.

"I'm cured?", she asked shakily. He nodded. "You cured me?" He nodded. "Yeah".

She fell around his neck, crying and thanking him. He wasn't prepared for this. Her soft hair was caressing his cheek, her arms tightly closed around him. Her scent and warmth washed over him, ripping down every emotion defence he had built, like an ocean surge destroying every dyke in its path. He didn't know what to do. Could he touch her? Should he? He lay one of his hands on her back to return the hug, but he just lightly padded her back. It was enough to make his whole body explode with a tingling sensation and send his heart on a wild race. Never let her go again. He would never, ever let her go again. He knew that now.

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Stay tuned for part 2!

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🤝 Some help performing a basic task (for the ask game!)

The Heart and the Hunger, Part 14

I chose Celeste as the whumpee. She certainly needs the help.

Tobias is trying. Both to help Celeste get clean, and to help Celeste regain some agency and control.

CW: conditioned female vampire whumpee, implied past torture, pet whump, feared (not actually occuring) mouth whump in the form of fang pulling

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Tobias was trying his hardest to keep his cool.

He would like to point out, just for the record, that he was far outside of his area of expertise. He was a bounty hunter, for fuck’s sake! His job was to find a target and bring them back to the contract holder, in the state specified by the contract. It wasn’t a job that lent itself towards spending much time around traumatized victims of absolutely heinous crimes. He might see victims in passing, if he were on the trail of a criminal, but he rarely interacted with them beyond giving them directions to the nearest doctor or police station.

Now, he had what might be the single most traumatized person he had ever met sitting in his bathroom. And she expected him to act like the last person who had power over her.

Tobias needed to punch something. Or drink something. Better yet, both.

But first, the girl.

She had finally stopped holding herself like a baby bird, head tilted back and mouth wide as she could make it. And wasn’t that just a fun revelation, that she was expecting him to pull out her fangs. And she was going to sit there and let him. Her reaction when he tried to take off her muzzle originally made far more sense now that he knew she expected that sort of punishment if he took it off.

Tobias had been accused of being a heartless bastard more than once. Right now, he kind of wished it were true. If he were heartless, it wouldn’t hurt so damn much to see her look of surprise when he said he wouldn’t hurt her.

And even with all that, she was still willing to put her hand in his and let him help her.

He carefully carried her to the bathtub, trying to avoid her wounds as much as possible. He tested the water temperature again—warm now, rather than hot as it had been earlier—before gently placing her in the tub.

“Okay,” he said, voice as soft as he could manage. “I’ll get you a washcloth so you can get the rest of your legs. Then I’ll wash your hair and face. Does that sound good?”

She nodded, rather reluctantly it seemed.

“I’ll be as gentle as I can,” he said, hoping he understood the reason for her reluctance. “And you can stop me at any time. Just… tap me on the wrist, or knock on the tub or something.”

She eyed him skeptically, then gently rapped one knuckle against the tub. It made a quiet thunk.

He grinned. “Exactly; good job!”

She looked startled, then pleased. Tobias made a mental note to keep praising her whenever possible.

He grabbed a washcloth and a bar of soap. Soaking the cloth in the bathwater, he scrubbed the soap over it, then handed it to the girl.

“This way you don’t have to have a good grip on anything,” he explained. “Just hand it back when you need more soap.”

The girl nodded, then set to work. Even with as small an area as she was cleaning, it still took multiple rounds of soaping up the washcloth for her to finally get clean. Eventually she managed though, and handed him back the cloth with an expectant, worried look.

“Well done, kiddo,” he said. “I’m gonna wash your face, then your hair, okay? You can stop me at any time, for any reason.”

She nodded slowly, knocking against the tub again.

“Just like that,” he said. “Were you wanting me to stop,” he held up one finger, “or were you just testing it out?” He held up a second.

She raised one dripping hand out of the tub with two fingers raised. Just testing out the signal, then.

Tobias nodded. He grabbed a clean washcloth and went through the same process of wetting and soaping it. He moved to wash the girl’s face, pausing at her flinch. When she made no further move to stop him, he continued more slowly.

The muzzle’s straps had kept parts of her skin clean, creating an odd patchwork effect of pale skin and dark grime. Tobias gently wiped at her face, taking care not to get soap in her eyes. Once the dirt was gone, he cleaned away the soap residue with another wet cloth.

“I’m done cleaning your face,” he said. “I’m gonna do your hair now.”

He moved to sit behind her, noticing her increased tension once he was out of sight. Not much he could do about that, other than make sure he told her what he was doing before he did it.

“Tilt your head back for me, please,” he instructed. When the girl did, he gently poured water over her hair, making sure to get all of it wet.

This was going to be… difficult. Her hair was a mass of snarls and tangles. On top of that, it looked unhealthy, like it would snap at the slightest tug. If it were his hair, he’d just cut the lot of it off. But then, he wasn’t a girl. Hair wasn’t a big deal for him.

“Your hair is really tangled,” he said. Better to tell her the whole situation now than wait for something to go wrong, he figured. “I’m going to do my best to get it straightened out, and I’m going to try not to yank on it while I do. But I’m not exactly an expert at this, and I’m worried that your hair is too damaged and might break.”

She turned to look at him, eyes wide and pleading.

“Like I said, I’m going to do my best,” Tobias explained. “I just wanted you to know what’s going on before I get started.”

She frowned, lips trembling. Eventually, she nodded and turned back around.

Tobias took that as his cue to get on with it. He grabbed some shampoo, grateful he’d thought to get that during his shopping earlier in the day, and started applying it at the ends of her hair, working up towards the scalp. He worked it in with his fingers, trying to gently tease out whatever tangles he could as he went. It was oily, and seemed to soak into the brittle hair and coat the strands.

“I’m going to start brushing out your hair now,” he said as he picked up a comb. It had widely spaced teeth, and he hoped it wouldn’t pull too badly.

He started once more at the ends, making sure to support the hair so he pulled against his own grip rather than the girl’s scalp when he caught a tangle. It was slow going. He winced and apologized whenever he pulled too hard, and frequently stopped to add more shampoo to help the strands untangle. Even with his best efforts, more hair than he would have liked broke off. Eventually though, he made it all the way up to her scalp and was able to run the comb through the length of her hair without any snags.

“I’m going to rinse your hair now,” he said.

She tipped her head back again at his direction, letting him pour water over her hair once again. He repeated that until he was sure her hair was clean.

“Done,” Tobias said, satisfied at what they’d managed to accomplish. “Come on, let’s get you dry and dressed.”

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While Celeste was sleeping, Tobias went on a shopping trip. He got shampoo for Celeste, since he just washes his own hair with soap (the heathen). What else he got will come up... soon, hopefully.

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