#I might be obessed with this family

[simswoon]

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[rodentjazz]

Okay I’ve thought a lot about mynerva and I really think she should’ve been vycnents older sister. Something about the npc who takes him home being an elf he doesn’t even know felt so strange, and it really didn’t help that she came across as really cold and untrusting? Literally when they’re about to fight the lich at the END of the arc all three of them are like “…. Is mynerva the lich? Is she hiding something??” I don’t think that’s good when she’s supposed to be the helpful npc.

However I am aware of the “female character only important when she has a relation to a male character” problem and that’s probably a bias I probably have with this hc, like the idea that she can only be a sister and not just a woman with aspirations. But tbf in the campaign I don’t think she’s given a great personality, she wasn’t given a lot of lore or development, she’s not very complex (there’s always a chance bizly had a whole ton of stuff about her but the boys were doing too many bits to bother asking).

I think having her as vyncnets sister makes not only their initial confrontation more exciting, but also her goals and her journey more complex bc she’s a person with people in her life that she cares about, she can still be kinda grumpy and rude but she has aspirations and people she loves.

Also something about her being the eldest sibling but vyncents the one that got trained tons and she sort of had to sit by the side even though she clearly was more interested in fighting the lich than her brother was idk I think they should be siblings smile

[luvsupa]

LET’S KEEP IT PROFESSIONAL. . .?

𝜗𝜚 summary: where jjk men want you at the wrong place and wrong time… feat. gojo, geto, choso, nanami (seperate).

tags: fem!reader, pwp,smut, (p in v), ōral sex (f! receiving), lactation kink .. (gojo), gojos a king and he’s OBESSED w you, public sex, car sex, riding, sub men (ish), dirty talk, praise, hair pulling, getting caught, mentions of pregnancy (nanami), slight bimbo reader x choso, ummm dunno what else to add … mdni

w.c: 5,3k

a/n: THANK YOU GUYS SOSOS MUCH FOR 2K AND 2.1K!! IM SO THANKFUL FOR ALL OF YOUUUUUU^^^ HERES A 2K SPECIAL FOR YOU GUYSS MWAAA <33

+ there might be errors errrrr….

GOJO SATORU

“gojo-sama,” the family in front of you scolds, trying to get his full attention. the royal family has come to your estate to propose a business alliance—a union with the well-known gojo clan.

gojo has you seated prettily on his lap on his golden cushioned throne, in full view of the royal family and advisors. halfway through the meeting, he loses interest, he has little concern for these meetings—all he truly wants is to be with you and your newborn daughter.

it was nearly impossible for him to focus, your scent envelops him, clouding his thoughts, leaving only you in his mind. his lower lip quivers as you shift against his hardening cock. he struggles to maintain composure but can’t resist trailing soft kisses along your neck. one large hand caresses your once pregnant belly while you fight to keep your gaze steady in front of the royal family.

your eyes flutter, heart racing as you realize he cannot possibly be doing this now. below, the murmurs of the guests fade away as his heated kisses press against your skin. he hums deeply, almost moaning with each kiss, savouring the softness of your body. his glossed lips leave marks along your neck, gleaming in the natural light, a clear display of his desire.

“ngh—’toru. . .continue. . . later,” you whisper, struggling to suppress a moan as gojo’s other hand kneads your plump breasts through the kimono. the soreness from weeks wroth of nursing makes each touch electric. the king below stares, while the guards exchange knowing glances, accustomed to gojo’s actions.

“gojo-sama, we ask that you—”

“hahh, look at that—you’re leaking,” gojo murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he watches your milk seep through the thin fabric of your kimono, a damp spot growing with each teasing stroke of his fingers over your sensitive nipple. your head falls back onto his shoulder, eyes closing in embarrassment ,unable to face the audience.

shamelessly, gojo’s hand on your tummy snakes lower between your shaky thighs. he smiles knowingly as you’re bare underneath, warmth radiating from you. it’s embarrassing how quickly he’s made you this wet, you blame it on hormonal imbalances.

gojo’s slender fingers part your swollen folds, sending shudders through your body with his icy touch as he rubs gentle circles on your nub. you moan, not caring how loud you are, overwhelmed by his fingers toying with your nipples and clit—all while numerous pairs of eyes remain glued to both of you.

“what’s gotcha’ this drenched, baby? have i not satisfied you enough?” gojo spills out nonsense, even though he satisfies you too much. he spoils you rotten, always going above and beyond—no matter when or where.

“tell me what i need to do, precious,” he begs as his fingers slide into your slick cunt. you both gasp, his long fingers sucked in tightly by your needy walls. your eyes flutter open to see your breasts leaking uncontrollably as he pinches and twists your poor nipples.

your hips buck wildly, greedily taking in more of his thick fingers as your walls cling tightly to him, massaging your sweet spot with every curl and press. you sob, breaths coming in ragged gasps, eyes glossy as you glance at the guests through blurred vision. each breath is a shaky exhale, mingling with soft whimpers as gojo’s cock throbs, pulsating with each of your desperate thrusts—it aches painfully with need. his fingers work relentlessly, coaxing more cries from your lips. your chest heaves with every breath, the sound of your panting filling the room. 

“gojo-sama, take your wife out of here! she’s a clear disruption—” the king shouts, but falters as gojo’s icy gaze locks onto his, sending a chilling wave through him. fear creeps into the king’s eyes, and he immediately regrets his words.

in the blink of an eye, gojo places you gently onto the cushioned throne, your eyes fluttering in confusion as you look up to see him towering over you. before you can speak, he drops to his knees, his face inches from your drooling cunt.

he bunches up your kimono to your waist for better access, exposing your slickness that glimmersunder the harsh lights. just as gojo is about to devour you like a starved man, he hears footsteps retreating from the room.

without turning his head, his voice booms with unsettling authority, filling the space with an ominous weight. 

“the first person who leaves will be beheaded.”

fear grips the room as every footstep halts. the tense silence makes it clear, all eyes are now fixed on you two, trapped in the suffocating stillness that follows.

and now, here gojo is, his tongue buried deep inside your stretchy walls, his frosty hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed a rosy pink. he lost himself the moment his lips met your pussy, consumed by an imhumane hunger.

your cunt is loud, the lewd sloshes echoing through the royalty room, disturbing the royal family's ears. your pussy spasms as his head shakes like a madman, his killer tongue curling and thrusting as deeply as he can reach. each movement sends shockwaves through you, and he revels in the chaos he's creating.

both of his hands are messily playing with your drenched breasts, which are on full display. he pinches and squeezes your nipples with need, adding to the overwhelming sensations. you're a moaning mess, the dual stimulation too much to bear—a toe curling experience that leaves you breathless.

gojo drinks and slurps loudly on your sloppy pussy, each sound a explicit reminder to his appetite. your pussy is like a drug to him, he's high off you and can't get enough. he needs more of you—your taste, your scent—or he'll surely go mad.

the room is filled with the symphony of your combined sounds, your moans, his greedy slurps, and the wet noises of your body responding to him. it's a lewd display that leaves no doubt about the depths of his obsession and your mutual surrender to this intoxicating moment.

“hahh, i n-need it, my lady,” gojo whimpers, his droopy eyes locked onto your messy breasts, glistening with milk. his mouth waters, a desperate hunger igniting within him as he rises from his knees, his lips and chin still slick from your leaky cunt. confusion flickers across your face until his warm mouth finally envelops your nipple, his tongue swirling around it with an insatiable eagerness, drawing forth your sweet fluids.

his eyes flutter closed at the new taste flooding his senses—so sweet, candied, and intoxicating that it sends a jolt of pleasure straight to his throbbing cock, which leaks eagerly against the fabric of his traditional attire. the sensation is overwhelming that he can’t get enough. 

“oh f-fuck, ‘toru…” you moan, your voice trembling as waves of pleasure wash over you. the sensitivity of your nipple sends shivers down your spine, and you arch your back off the cushioned throne instinctively, pushing more of yourself into his mouth. 

“mhm… so good,” he groans against you, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves through your body. he sucks harder, pulling on your swollen nipple as if it's the only thing keeping him alive. the sounds of slurping and moaning fill the air—each noise a raw desire consuming both of you.

you cry out again, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through you. you gasp, lost in a haze of pleasure as gojo's mouth works its magic. every flick of his tongue and gentle tug sends you spiralling deeper into ecstasy. the royal family stares up in horror at your lewd actions, they tremble in fear at what gojo would do to them if they said one peep.

but gojo is completely lost in this moment, high on the taste of you. “i can’t stop… i need more,” he moans breathlessly between pulls as your milk coats his plush lips, his own arousal pushing him closer to the edge. each time he pulls away to catch his breath, he’s met with the sight of your flushed cheeks and blissed-out expression—fuelling his desire even further.

gojo has found his new addiction in you, and it’s a craving that will never be satisfied. as he continues to devour your milk with fervour , both of you moan like crazy, caught in an endless cycle of pleasure that only seems to intensify with each passing moment.

he’ll never stop at this rate.

GETO SUGURU

your ears perk up as you hear your coworkers squeak in excitement upon spotting geto suguru, the renowned artist, stepping into the luxurious store where you work. this high-end boutique, filled with fashionable handbags and stunning clothing, is where geto loves to shop—not just for the exquisite pieces, but because you’re always here.

fiddling with the clothing rack, you catch a glimpse of geto through your peripheral vision, flanked by his bodyguards as female employees swarm around him. little do they know—and little does the media suspect—that you and geto share a secret relationship. he often begs you to quit your job, promising to provide for you completely. as tempting as that offer is, you've built a family at work that you cherish deeply.

“hmmm, i was actually looking for this piece in particular,” you hear him say from behind you. his large hand engulfs yours as he selects the coat you were just touching. you stifle a giggle; this is nowhere near his usual style. he always does this to strike up casual conversations in public.

“would you get the fitting room ready for me, mrs. geto?” he rasps, whispering the last part just for your ears. your eyes widen in shock, hoping no one overheard. you nod, noticing your coworkers scoff at how clearly geto has a favorite.

you already know what he wants with that slick fitting room signal—he misses you and wants to fuck you.

that's why he has you bent over prettily for him in the vip fitting room, your hands pressed against the full-length mirror now smudged with your fingerprints. your work pants are discarded somewhere across the room as you watch him tease you mercilessly, rubbing his cockhead along your puffy folds. your pussy aches, desperate for more.

“i missed you, pretty,” he murmurs softly, and you nearly crumble when he slaps his chubby tip against your clit. the wet taps send jolts through your entire body, making your pussy clench around nothing.

“m-missed you too, sugu,” you whimper, voice trembling with need. he swats your ass, drawing a moan from your lips as you lean into the mirror. fog clouds the reflection as he continues to spank your sore skin, each slap a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that leaves you breathless.

“‘m not talkin’ to you,” he scolds as you whine, wiggling your hips back to feel more, a chuckle rumbling from him. “since you wanna ignore my texts... she would never ignore me.” his voice drops as his leaky tip pushes its way into your cunt, your walls stretching to accommodate every inch, almost burning. geto hisses at the way your velvety walls flutter around him, and you feel yourself growing blissfully dumb. the store's background music rings in your ears, a reminder that you're still on the job.

geto watches you slowly lose yourself through the mirror, pulling your hips firmly against his as he slams his cock deep into your walls, making you sob aloud. he pounds mercilessly into your sopping pussy, each stroke deeper than before, his flushed tip kissing your cervix with every thrust. the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the fitting room, mingling with your moans and creating a sweet melody of raw desire.

“fuckkk—pussy so good,” he pants as you clamp down at the praise, a grin spreading across his face as he sees your eyes shut tightly, moaning out pathetic pleas. your pussy sobs uncontrollably, nearly louder than the soft music playing through the speakers.

“mmm, she’s very talkative today,” he rasps wickedly, his hand snaking down to vigorously rub your achy clit, the cool metal of his silver rings grazing your sensitive skin. you cry out from the dual stimulation, overwhelmed by the sensation.

“y-you came here to just speak to my pussy more than m-me,” you manage to say, a hint of attitude slipping through as he pauses, taken aback by your words. his thrusts come to an abrupt halt, and you whine at the sudden stop.

“awh baby. are you upset? wanna show me how mad you are?” he teases with a fake pout, watching as your frustration builds. “poor thing, all worked up and nowhere to go.”

he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. “maybe if you hadn’t ignored my texts, i’d be a little nicer,” he taunts, giving your clit a sharp pinch that makes you gasp. “but now? i think i’ll take my time.”

his words send a shiver down your spine as he resumes his relentless pace, each thrust deliberate and punishing. “come on, show me how mad you are,” he urges mockingly, his voice dripping with amusement.

those were his last words before you took control, riding him like your life depended on it. he's whimpering beneath you,struggling to hold back his moans as your pussy works him over, each movement a killer. you're pouncing on him on the adjacent couch from the mirror, your hips rolling at a relentless pace as his large hands knead the flesh of your ass. he swears he's under some kind of hypnosis, his eyes glued to your breasts as they bounce wildly in front of his wide, purple eyes.

your pussy squelches louder and louder with each thrust, a symphony of wet sounds that’s music to his ears—he even thinks he might have to incorporate it into his next song.

“how’re you feeling, pretty boy?” you purr, and a moan slips past his lips at the praise. his eyes flutter slightly as you ride him faster, your walls sucking him in with a steady rhythm.

“hahhh, d-don’t think i won’t get back at you,” he whines, but there's no mistaking the submission in his voice. you grin down at him, taking in the sight of his long locks sticking to his forehead, strands of hair messily splayed across his face. he's completely undone beneath you, humming with pleasure as you continue your relentless pace.

his once-commanding presence is softened by the way he succumbs to your movements, each roll of your hips drawing out more whimpers and gasps. 

“mr. geto, we found a few pieces that you might like!” 

you stop in your tracks, eyes widening in panic as you hear your manager’s voice on the other side of the door. geto lazily smiles, clearly enjoying the fear that flashes across your face. without warning, he lifts you up from the couch, his strong arms wrapping around you as he strides closer to the door. your heart races as he slams you against the wall beside the door, and you stare up at him, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through you.

“hmm? please tell me more about it, im dying to know more,” he lies smoothly, his voice low and teasing as he wraps your legs around his waist. his cock is still buried deep inside you, and he begins to thrust slowly, deliberately. you bite your lip hard, desperately trying to stifle any sounds as you’re mere inches away from your oblivious manager who rambles on about clothing pieces.

each thrust sends shockwaves through your body, and you struggle to keep quiet as he fucks you roughly. it almost feels like he’s punishing you, yet the thrill of being caught only heightens your arousal. but fuckk, the way you look at him—eyes wide with fear and desire—makes him want to abandon all caution. he wants everyone to see how much you belong to him.

“you like that, baby? you like getting fucked in front of your manager?” he whispers with a wicked grin, his voice dripping with mischief. you gasp as his dick throbs inside your sloppy cunt, your arousal leaking profusely and staining the expensive flooring beneath you. 

your managers voice suddenly drops as she realize something is off, her excitement turns to horror as she begin to piece together what’s happening just behind the door.

“yeaa, I bet you do, doll,” geto taunts, his eyes dark with lust. 

“just show her how much of a slut you are.”

CHOSO KAMO

“what do you mean there’s no room?” you exclaimed, eyes widening as you looked into the back seat and saw it completely filled. not even a single inch was available for you. of course, two of the tallest guys—choso and riko—were manspreading like it was their job, leaving your poor friends, mina and sajé, squished together.

“well… we thought the car would fit all of us,” choso’s friend, the driver, said as he glanced back, confirming that there was zero room possible. you pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration; you’d already pitched in money for this road trip.

“you can sit on my lap if you’re comfortable,” choso chimed in, his voice smooth and inviting. your eyes nearly twinkle at his kindness, and everyone in the car exchanged side-eyes—half surprised and half amused by the suggestion. 

your low heels clacked against the cement as you hurried over to choso’s side of the car, excitement bubbling inside you. when you opened the door, you nearly choked on your saliva at how incredibly good he looked, manspreading in the back seat. his black baggy ripped jeans hugged his long legs perfectly, paired with those monstrous black boots that made him look even taller. your eyes trailed up to his chest—damn, that black compression shirt clung to him in all the right places.

he’s the true definition of an emo hottie!

his lap looked so inviting as you climbed into the cramped SUV. you settled snugly on his lap, feeling his large arm snake around your waist for extra protection. but oh gosh, your cunt was tingling like crazy—your clothed pussy was directly on top of his bulge, and it sent a rush of heat through you.

after nearly hours of driving, everyone in the car is dozing off to slumber—everyone except you, choso, the driver, and the person in the passenger seat. the car jolts suddenly, waking everyone up, but what’s even worse is that you’re practically bouncing on choso’s lap!

“ehh, sorry! the roads are pretty bad here,” the driver says as the car hits a series of small bumps that quickly escalate to larger ones. choso’s arm around your waist tightens, holding you down more firmly against him. you suppress a moan as you feel the outline of his growing cock beneath you—hell, you can even feel it throbbing uncontrollably.

you shut your eyes tightly, nibbling on your plush lips as you try to hold back any sounds. it would be beyond embarrassing if you let out a noise now. but with each bump in the road, the friction between your bodies sends electric shocks through you, igniting a fire deep within.

“f-fuck… need more,” he whispers lowly, just for your ears. your heart stops at his words. did you hear him wrong? but the way he’s holding you down makes it clear that you heard him just fine.

the tension in the air is thick—almost suffocating—as desire hangs between you like a heavy fog. every jolt of the car pushes you closer to him, and you can’t help but grind down slightly, feeling his hardness beneath you. it’s so pathetic how the both of you are grinding hard on each other, holding in whimpers and moans as you feel your panties fully drenched. choso’s breath hitches, and his grip on your waist tightens even more as he bucks his hips up desperately to feel more.

your nails scrape against the driver’s seat in front of you, and you swear you’re about to rip through the fabric. it’s embarrassing how turned on both you and choso are—especially with all your friends in the car!

“pull over here, let’s get some drinks,” riko groggily says, and the car sharply turns right into the parking lot of the convenience store. both of your movements come to an abrupt halt as the atmosphere shifts; everyone becomes hyper-aware of the situation.

“y’all coming in?” riko asks as he opens his door, and you feel your heart race. you and choso exchange a quick glance, knowing exactly what’s at stake. “no thanks, we’ll just stay here,” you manage to say, forcing a casual tone despite the heat pooling in your belly.

you don’t waste a minute as you reposition yourself facing choso, your knees sinking into the plush seat beneath you providing just enough comfort. his hair is messily tousled, strands falling across his face, and those puppy eyes of his are filled with a desperate need that makes your heart race.

without hesitation, choso quickly unbuckles his jeans, pulling out his achy cock from its confines. he lets out a soft moan as the cool breeze grazes his thick shaft, and your eyes widen at how incredibly hot he looks—his rosy tip leaking with anticipation.

“you’re so fuckin’ hot,” he breathes, his voice thick with desire. he’s already intoxicated by you, and all you’ve done is grind against each other!. the heat between you is noticeable , and you can feel your own need building as you pull your panties to the side.

“g-gosh, choso,” you gasp as his thick tip slips inside you, your walls inviting him completely. choso throws his head back against the headrest, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he drives his hips up with fervor, filling you entirely.

“i’m sorry, pretty— we don’t have much time,” he breathes, his voice strained and shaky, each word punctuated by heavy breaths. his hips move with a desperate urgency, thrusting into you with a rhythm all their own. the sound of your bodies meeting is so loud it drowns out the hum of the engine. 

you roll your hips, feeling him reach the deepest parts of you. your breaths mingle in the confined space, quickening with each thrust. a moan escapes your lips as his bulbous tip expertly finds your g-spot with each powerful thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. choso’s breath hitches as he loses himself in the moment, the air thick with tension and desire.

the car shakes with each thrust, the windows slightly fogging up as you both fuck each other with desperateness and need.

“‘s fuckin’ big, cho,” you stammer out, your melodic moans music to his ears. his cock vigorously throbs within your slick walls, and the two of you are growing dumb off each other, lost in a haze of pleasure.

with each thrust met, your cunt begins to spasm around him, clenching tightly as waves of pleasure wash over you. the sensation is overwhelming; it feels like your body is begging for release. the car creaks under the intensity of your movements, the air thick with heat and urgency. 

as you both get lost in the moment, choso leans in closer, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. it starts softly, but quickly escalates into something primal and messy. his hands grip your face as if he’s afraid to let go, and you can feel his raw passion pouring into every touch.

your mouths move together with urgent need, tongues tangling in a wild dance that feels intoxicating and electric. he tastes like pure desire—sweet and addictive—as he kisses you deeper. each press of his lips sends shivers racing down your spine, igniting a fire within you that mirrors the rhythm of his thrusts.

the kiss grows sloppier; breaths become heavy and desperate as you both lose yourselves in each other. saliva mixes as you moan into his mouth, the sounds echoing in the confined space of the car. choso pulls away just enough to lock eyes with you, his gaze dark with lust and hunger.

“you’re driving me insane,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire before he crashes his lips back onto yours. the urgency intensifies, each kiss more fervent than the last, as if he’s trying to claim every part of you. 

with a sudden burst of playful dominance he snakes his hands down to your ass, he slaps your flesh hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure through you, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he watches your reaction.

“yeaaa you like that shit, huh? i bet you-“

his words are cut short when you hear the doors attempt to open. you glance at riko, who’s struggling to unlock the door. before you can react, the driver unlocks it, and riko comes flying into the back seat beside you and choso.

your walls clamp down around his thick cock as he groans lowly, the thought of getting caught sending a thrill through you. you bury your face into his neck, inhaling his husky cologne.

“what the hell are y’all doing?” riko asks, glancing at your awkward position on choso’s lap, head hidden in his neck.

“she’s sleeping,” choso replies quietly, raising a finger to his lips to signal silence. everyone nods, but you can feel choso smirking as you bite your lip hard enough to draw blood.

as the car starts moving again, your eyes nearly pop out of your sockets when it begins to shake. the bumpy road makes you bounce on his cock, and you instinctively grind down, feeling him tense beneath you. his eyes flutter as he watches your hips move, knowing exactly how to make him crumble.

“cut the shit, you two- we already know you aren’t sleeping,” nobara says, pointing at the dashcam that’s connected to one of their phones.

they heard everything,

fuck.

NANAMI KENTO

“let’s just fuck it out mama, we can’t be separated.”  

“you’re ridiculous,” you scoff, sitting cross-legged in the divorce attorney's office once the door shut closed.

“we need a moment to speak alone,” nanami had asked your attorney as he left, but he was nowhere near wanting to talk and you knew that the moment the two of you were alone.

“ridiculous? this isn’t even the worst place we’ve fucked,” he taunts, rising from his chair and leaning against the desk, his hazel eyes scanning your figure—something he could never get enough of.

“sign the papers,” you say through gritted teeth, but he smirks, clearly not listening as he admires how beautiful you look in the skin tight dress.

“sign- fuckkk,” you cry out as you’re now bent over your attorneys desk, your black dress hiked up to your waist as nanami ruthlessly pounds his cock into your sore pussy as your walls welcomes him back with a warm and slimey snug. within a split second you’ve become a sobbing cock-drunk mess, your tears staining the important documents that are now scrunched up from being smothered underneath your breast.

nanamis thick fingers grip your sides as he rams his cock deep into you, this speed almost too much for you that you feel as if he’s deep in your guts. he desk shakes beneath you, pens and papers tumbling to the floor, but in this moment, nothing else matters. all that exists is the connection between you, a powerful force that consumes your thoughts and senses.

your knees buckle as he lifts you up, steadying you to keep your balance. “c’mon wifey, what about our future kids? you reallyyy want me to sign it?” he teases, his voice playful yet charged with intensity. you find yourself crying out incoherent sentences, lost in the overwhelming sensation of how good he feels.

“s-sign it,” you shudder as his thrusts intensify, you can hear the animalistic growl he lets out once he felt you squeeze tighter. feeling the tension between you as he pulls you closer. his large hand grips your hair, pulling you closer to his chest as you back arches up from the messy desk. your pussy squeaks out broken sobs as he rams his cock sooo deep that you see a small bulge forming in your lower tummy.

“what’s our lawyer going to think, huh? I spent a lotta money for his services,” he rasps, his thrusts growing deeper and more meaningful, as if to prove that you cannot leave him.

“k-kennn, fuckk,” you moan as he tugs harder on your hair, your body trembling as tears spill down your cheeks. he doesn’t care where you are- all that matters is the pleasure coursing through you. a devilish grin spreads across his face, knowing exactly how to push your buttons and drive you wild.

“i know, sweetheart—I know. just let it allll go,” he sings, encouraging you as he coaxed you toward your intense orgasm. soft “oohs” and “ahhs” escape your glossy lips as warmth pools in your belly, your slick walls tightening around him, practically suffocating his throbbing cock.

“hgnn—gonna milk me dry, baby,” nanami stutters, feeling his balls tighten painfully as his breaths become sloppy and jagged. he snakes his hand from your hair to your throat, possessively gripping you just tight enough to spark thrill without pain, amplifying the waves of pleasure that crash over you and drawing your intense orgasm closer with every pulse.

you bite your lower lip hard as you both come undone in perfect sync, a skill nanami has mastered. your walls flutter around him as his hot release fills you, feeling his thick seed plunge deep within your womb. your vision blurs and your ears ring; it’s so messy that your mixed juices cling between your thighs, sticky and gooey.

your mind is so dizzy that you don’t even notice when he gently places you on the desk, your back crumpling the papers beneath you as your legs are pressed against your chest. your permanent anklet dangles and glimmers in the natural light, the diamond ‘K.N.’ charm a constant reminder that he will always be with you, no matter what.

your eyes lazily flutter open to find nanami kissing your inner thighs, your legs still trembling from your previous orgasm. his lips graze your swollen folds, causing your body to jolt in response. nanami's eyes glimmer with amusement as he watches globs of your mixed essence drip down onto the papers creating a small pool on the wooden desk.

“mmm, you sure came a lot for someone who wants a divorce,” he taunts, bringing his cool wedding band back to your throbbing core, globs of cum coating the once-gold ring in a sticky white layer. you gasp at the metallic sensation as he rubs the ring against your swollen clit, toying with you while you sob incoherent sentences. your eyes dart to the door, where you catch a glimpse of shadows peeking through the window. panic rises in your throat as you try desperately to signal to nanami that there are people watching.

but oh he knows,

he knows very well that the entire floor heard the scandalous things you two were doing, and he wants everyone to know.

without warning, nanami plunges his warm tongue into your sopping core, savouring every drop of your arousal as he hums against you. the vibrations sends shivers through your body, and you can feel him revealing in the taste, his tongue exploring every inch with a deliberate slowness that drives you wild. he laps up your juices eagerly, occasionally grazing your sensitive nub with his teeth, teasingly biting it just enough to send waves of pleasure coursing through you. it feels as if he’s determined to make you scream for everyone to hear.

the loud slurping fills the room, making you cringe at how messy and indulgent he is, yet your body craves him more with each passing moment. you feel yourself teetering on the edge, lost in the pleasure he’s giving you, when suddenly, just as you're about to beg for more, the door swings open. several flustered lawyers stand in the doorway, their eyes wide with shock.

“u-uhm, mr. and mrs. nanami, the p-police are outside…”

[midnightlazule]

{NSFW} Virginity [Doflamingo x AFAB!reader] (2023 KT)

Summary | Becoming a personal maid for Doflamingo, the man who was most feared in the city you lived in wasn't on your bucket list. But when he takes a special interest in you, things change drastically, and soon, you find yourself falling for the devil himself.

CW | AFAB reader / she/her pronouns / obessive Doffy / mentions of pregnancy / loss of virginity / p in v sex / oral (reader receiving) / choking / marking / corruption

You walked alongside Gladius, nervously picking at your fingers, you looked up at him. He was a rather tall gentleman, someone who was looked at highly when it came to the Donquixote family. He had dazzling blue hair, formed in spikes that traveled upwards, with blue glasses that blocked out any view of his eyes. His mouth was covered in a pure white face mask of sorts, adorned with gold pins that glinted in the hallways warm lighting.

"Uhm.. sir?" your quiet voice echoed in the corridor, he paid you no glace, but leaned towards you to show he was listening, "why does Doflamingo wish to see me?" you questioned, referring to the letter you had received of him requesting your presence.

"I'm not allowed to tell you such things" Gladius' voice rang out, slightly muffled. You bit the inside of your cheek, curling your fingers into your palms. "Am I in trouble?" you asked yet another question, Gladius remained quiet. A nervous dread settled in your stomach, you had no idea what you had done to catch the eye of the feared mafia leader.

Surely you hadn't angered him?

You wracked your brain, searching for any kind of mistake you might have made in the recent months that would've required you to see the fearsome man. Sweat collected on your brow, and the nervous biting against your cheek grew worse. You winced, biting hard enough to draw a bit of blood, the metallic taste caused you to grimace.

Gladius sighed, sensing your nervousness, "you're not in trouble" was all he uttered, going back to being silent. Those few words managed to quell the sick feeling that had risen in your stomach. All went silent once again, only the sound of your shared footsteps remained.

You glanced around, looking at all of the expensive, high quality furniture and decor that adorned the corridor. The carpets were a beautiful red, you could only assume that they were made from expensive material. Nothing in this mansion was cheap, you were well aware of this, since you had been hired to clean the place a year ago. But this area was new, you were never allowed through this section of the mansion, it was stated that they had special maids who had been promoted to clean such areas.

You often wondered if that was a blessing or a curse to work so close to the most feared man in the city. One slip up and you'd likely be shot dead, or tortured, you didn't know, as you had never made a mistake. At least not to your knowledge.

Being too involved in your thoughts caused you to lag behind, not paying attention at all when Gladius had abruptly stopped. Nearly bumping into the man, you offered a quick apology for not paying attention. He motioned his hands forwards, turning you were met with a beautifully decorated mahogany door. Gold engravings of the Donquixote symbol glittered, raised wood in the shape of elegant flamingos and leaves ran up the sides of the door. Finally, your eyes landed on the intricately decorated gold handles that looked far to expensive for your hands to touch.

Giving one last glace to Gladius, you thanked him, giving a polite bow. And with a deep breath, you knocked on the door, feeling your body tense and shake with anxiety that gripped your heart like a vice. A deep laugh emitted from behind the door, a voice calls from within, beckoning you inside.

With shaking hands, you push open the doors, greeted by warm lights and pink hues from the chandelier that hung high from the ceiling. A man sat at the far back wall, elbows resting on his dark walnut desk. "You needn't worry about knocking, dear, I already knew you were there" he smiled devilishly, "please, take a seat" he motioned towards one one of the two chairs that sat across from him and his desk.

Not wanting him to wait too long, you quickly made your way forwards, trying to control your nerves. Taking a seat, you tried to sit up straight, not wanting to look too comfortable incase you insult the man. "Do you know why I called you in here today, ___?" he asked, despite the glasses he wore, you could feel his gaze piercing you.

"I- uhm.. n-no sir" your voice shook, looking at him with wide, scared eyes. All of your efforts to suppress your nervousness had failed, and now you were sitting across from this fearsome man, shaking like a leaf. He chuckled, licking his lips, he was thoroughly enjoying how terrified you were, like a bunny in a trap.

"I called you in here because I was informed of you talking about a rather taboo subject" his voice rang around the room. You felt your heart seize up, tears welled in your eyes, struggling to keep yourself composed you took a deep, shaky breath. There was no telling what he would do, but you knew lying to him was an immediate death sentence.

"I- yes.. I had spoken to the other maids of my section about uhm.." you stopped, feeling your face warm up at what you were about to admit. "I had talked to them about sex, and what it was like, since I have never.. done.. anything like that" you wanted to look away, to fall into a pit of darkness to avoid the embarrassment that was crawling up your spine.

A low hum sounded from the man, "You do know it's inappropriate to speak of such things while you're working, yes?" you averted your gaze for a moment, "yes, sir.. I am aware, I'm sorry" you knew it was too late to be apologizing. A deep sigh startled you, causing you to flinch rather roughly.

"Relax dear, I'm not going to hurt you" he chuckled, "I appreciate your honesty, most of you maids would sit and blame each other instead of fess up so quickly, I admire that" he raised from his seat. Your eyes widened, seeing him stretch to his full height, and suddenly, you felt much more intimidated than before.

"Tell me, darling, are you afraid to die?" he asked, you grew confused with the sudden question, but answered quickly regardless. "Yes, sir, I am afraid to die" you kept your gaze lowered as he walked around your chair, running his hands over the top of the seats backrest. "Then I must ask why you took up this job" he stopped in front of you, looking down.

You gulped, trying to keep your eyes from roaming to all the wrong places while he stood imposingly tall. "It was the only option I had" you answered honestly, "was it?" he hummed thoughtfully, "and what is it that you look for most in this job? Is it the promise of wealth?"

"I worked for the promise of a better life, sir" you flinched when you heard him laugh, the loud, booming sound echoed off the walls. "You're an interesting little rabbit, probably the most interesting I've had in a long time" he clicked his tongue, walking back around to his desk, he took a seat once again.

"How would you feel about being a personal maid of mine?" he smiled. Your eyes widened, opening your mouth to reject his offer, you stopped yourself. A sudden dread washed over you, realizing this wasn't an offer, it was more of an order, one you couldn't reject.

Because if you did, it surely meant your demise.

Calming yourself, you fixed your expression, dipping your head with gratitude. "It would be an honor, sir" your voice waivered, betraying your fear. "What a smart little thing you are" he smiled, "I'll have some maids down to collect your things, you'll be moved to the vacant room that's five doors down from mine" he grabbed a key from one of the drawers in his desk.

"I will have Gladius show you how to do your tasks as my own personal maid, make sure you're awake every morning before seven am" he laid the key in front of you on the desk, "do not disappoint me, little rabbit."

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Your new room being elegant and expensive was an understatement.

It was beautifully decorated, with intricate trimming on each wall. A dark mahogany dresser and vanity sat over on the left, while a massive walk in closet was over on the right of your room, filled with various kinds of clothing that were strangely, all already in your size. It had shelves upon shelves of different kinds of shoes, purses, anything that would be a dream for any other girl.

To you however? It was all too much.

Who needed these many shoes? Or hundreds of different kinds of purses? All different colors, shapes, and sizes. It was all too much to look at. The clothes were extravagant, all adorned with beautiful jewelry and stunning, intricate lace, something you couldn't even think about putting onto your body, it was all too beautiful.

You had compared it all to the few outfits you had, that were rather plain and dull from being washed so many times. The only 'expensive' thing you owned was your maid outfit, which you had been relieved from. Instead, you were given an elegant soft pink dress, one that raised a little too high over your thighs for your liking.

A pair of white heels were given to you as well, which were somehow worse than the slip on shoes you had to wear as a regular maid. You weren't horrible when it came to wearing heels, but you certainly needed to work on your balance in them.

A knock at the door startled you from your thoughts. Switching off the light from the closet, you quickly made your way to the door, opening it enough to peak your head out. Your face lit up a deep red when you realized it was Sir Doflamingo himself.

Quickly opening the door, you apologized for your rudeness, which only received a deep chuckle. "Are you settling in well? I hope the clothes were to your liking, along with the shoes and whatever else it is you women enjoy" he said carelessly, as if buying that many things was like spending a dollar on a chocolate bar.

Blinking up at him, you gaped, finally realizing that none of those clothes, shoes, purses and whatever else hadn't just been there. He had bought all of that, for you. "P-pardon my rudeness sir, but there was really no need to spend so much on me, I am not deserving of any of it" you sputtered, looking up at him with wide eyes.

He laughed, looking down at you with a smile, "if you are to be my personal maid, then yes, you are deserving of it. I wouldn't want you to walk around in rags while you served directly under me, it would be an embarrassment" you flushed red, realizing that telling him you didn't deserve such extravagant things was a direct insult to him. "I apologize sir" you bowed your head.

He waved you off, "I trust that Gladius showed you the ropes?" you nodded, "yes sir, he did, he said I began tomorrow, and that I should get rest" Doflamingo hummed, "I expect to see you bright and early tomorrow" he leaned down, having to kneel just a little to get to your level.

"Make sure you clean up, I look forward to having you" he smirked, his breath fanning the side of your face. You gulped, giving a curt nod. "Yes sir." And with that, he got up, leaving you behind as he shut the door.

What had you gotten yourself into?

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You woke up at three AM, tired, but aware that the clock was ticking. You had four hours to wash yourself, get dressed, and prepare everything for Doflamingo. Figuring you best get started, you made your bed and prepared the clothing you had been instructed to wear, setting them neatly on the vanity table.

The bathroom that was attached to your room was just as extravagant and beautiful like the rest of the room, a massive shower stood with a tinted glass door. Beautiful marbled countertop, and wide mirror.

You had done plenty of gawking already, but it felt like ever where you looked there was something new. Stripping out of your clothes, you tossed them into the clothes hamper and entered the shower, setting it to your desired temperature.

The warm water ran over your nude body, soothing all your aching muscles. You allowed your mind to wander, thinking about how so many things changed in just a couple of days, whether these changes were for better or for worse, you would fine out soon enough.

Washing your body and hair in scented products, you figured these were also chosen by Doflamingo himself, wanting you to smell a specific way. At least he had a good nose, a mixture of coconut and passionfruit. It was an interesting combination, but it smelt wonderful.

You had taken upwards of thirty minutes in the shower, a little longer than you had wanted, but at least you smelled good. Pulling on your outfit, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Fixing your hair, and making sure your dress was pulled down far enough to cover the middle of your thighs.

Not like pulling it down really mattered, with every step you took it rode up, causing you to constantly adjust it. You couldn't wear anything under the dress, meaning all you had was your underwear to keep your lower half covered properly.

Sighing, you took one last look in the mirror, it was time to begin all of your morning tasks before Doflamingo woke up. You felt sudden anxiety course through your body at the thought of having to see him again, scared that you may end up making a mistake, you could only hope he'd be merciful enough to forgive you.

Leaving your room, you made your way to Doflamingos office, where you'd tidy everything up from yesterday. You had to learn how to sort his files, all in a specific order, along with cleaning his desk and chair. You had to dust the room, clean the windows, and make sure everything was in tip top shape before he came in.

Thankfully, you didn't have to worry about his breakfast or coffee, which you silently thanked whoever dealt with all of that. You weren't a good cook, and most of the time you made the coffee either too sweet, or not sweet enough.

Straightening the files, you remembered Gladius' rule of not paying any mind to what was written on them, that it wasn't your business, and going against said rule could only lead to punishments. He never specified how awful the punishments could be, but you assumed they'd be worse than death.

All of his paperwork was private matters, things that went on in the darker areas of the mafia family, things you didn't need to be apart of if you didn't want to lose your life.

Placing everything back into its rightful place, you checked the clock, you still had two hours left before you had to be finished. Grabbing your cleaning supplies you began wiping down his desk, lifting everything up and getting every crevice, you concentrated on removing every speck of dust you could see.

You had an hour and a half left to dust the room and clean the windows.

But before you began, something had caught your eye, noticing a golden ring sitting out of place, you picked it up. Raising an eyebrow, you brought it over to the desk, not really knowing where it was meant to be. Placing it off to the side, you figured if Doflamingo asked about it, that you would let him know you didn't know where it belonged.

Surely he wouldn't punish you for that, right?

Clapping your hands together, you began dusting everything you could reach, having to stretch your arm upwards to get all the hard to reach places. You'd have to talk to Doflamingo or Gladius about a ladder of some sorts in order to get everything, especially since both men were much taller than you, and could likely see all the high places you missed.

It took you nearly a full hour to get everything dusted, you had almost knocked a few things over but with fast reflexes and the will to live you put it back into its rightful place, all in one piece. Now all that was left was the windows...

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Fixing your hair, and adjusting your dress, you stood idly by the side of the door, preparing to greet Doflamingo as he entered. You were nervous, scared even, while you listened for his footsteps. You started mentally checking off everything you had gotten done, trying to make sure you hadn't missed anything.

Regardless if you had or not, it was too late to finish cleaning, hearing footsteps approaching the door. You tensed, swallowing hard you straightened yourself, watching as the knob turned. Doflamingo walked in, you opened your mouth to greet him, but immediately went quiet upon seeing his angered expression.

He didn't have his usual glasses on, and was wearing nothing but a fluffy pink robe. He made his way over to his desk, glancing over it, his eyes landed on the ring that was sitting on the side of his desk. Looking up at you, he shook his head, clicked his tongue, and shoved the ring into one of his drawers.

Sighing, he rubbed his temples, it was clear he wasn't a morning person. "Tell me, darling, what was todays schedule? It was written on one of the documents I had sitting on my desk" he yawned, looking over at you. The blood drained from your face, eyes widening you looked at him.

There was a schedule?

Fingers digging into your palms, you held eye contact with the man, opening your mouth to speak, you felt like you were about to faint. "There was a schedule.. Sir?" it was barely a whisper, yet he still heard you.

Clicking his tongue once again, he rubbed his face, standing up from his chair he walked over to you. You took a step back out of fear, he didn't look angry, but this man was unpredictable. Raising his hand, you closed your eyes and flinched, waiting for him hurt you for not paying close enough attention.

"How amusing, you really are terrified of me, aren't you?" he smiled, he couldn't deny it, seeing your small, trembling form was a massive turn on for him. He had stayed awake last night, his mind racing with thoughts about you, about how you'd feel, how you'd react feeling a cock stuffing you for the first time.

You'd be broken in half most certainly, you were half the size of him. But the thought of you wrapped around him, squirming and mewling over his cock? God, he'd take you right here and right now, but he didn't want to ruin your purity just yet.

He wanted to take his time with you, allow it to build up nice and slow until you were practically begging him to fuck you. Surrounding you with wealth and fancy things was his first idea, he had been surprised when that backfired, not expecting you to be so against the idea of having fancy and extravagant things.

He had even gone through the trouble of 'misplacing' his favorite ring, and pretending there was a schedule hidden among important documents just to see if you'd fall into his trap. He wanted you to take the ring, to look through his documents, just to see if he could use that as an excuse to punish you.

But that had backfired as well.

You were definitely a mindful little thing, clearly aware of how terrifying he was, and the dangers you were in by working directly below him. You had so much power and you didn't even realize it, being his personal maid meant having power over the others to get things done for him.

All of these factors, he had used to try and lure you into a trap of his own design, but you had walked through each one like it was nothing. What a tricky little mouse you were. Though, one thing he realized, was how dull you were.

You didn't pick up on anything that could be taken remotely sexual, and that just drove him deeper into the hole of wanting to slowly corrupt you. To see how long it took before his words finally got to you, he wanted to hear you moaning his name in your room, pleasuring yourself while thinking about the man you feared most.

A delighted shiver ran through his body, realizing he'd been staring down at you the whole entirety of being stuck in his mind, he cleared his throat. You were standing there like a deer caught in headlights, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other.

"You're dismissed, be back in my office by noon" Doflamingo waved, turning on his heel, he walked back to his desk and sat down with a huff. He watched you bow, eyes flickering down to your exposed cleavage. You left the room in a hurry, closing the door behind yourself, he heard your footsteps fade.

Just how long would he have to wait?

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Months had passed.

You were somehow still alive, continuing with your usual routine of cleaning Doffy's office. Nothing much had changed in terms of your duties, though you had taken up responsibility of sorting his calendar and reminding him of appointments.

But the way you viewed Doffy, and the way you felt about him had changed drastically. You had begun looking forward to seeing him everyday, your growing feelings towards him were nothing short of concerning, but the more you worked around him, the more you felt like you were being pulled towards him.

It was as if he had casted a spell upon you, the feelings settled deep into your bones, causing your yearning for him to embed itself deeper and deeper into your being. It was a dangerous game to be playing, falling for the man you worked for.

Though a few notable things, was that you had grown increasingly more confident around him, figuring out what boundaries you couldn't cross, and which ones you could. Of course you still had your moments of anxiety, especially when Doffy was having one of his outbursts. All you could really do during those was stand still and agree with anything he said.

The way Doffy treated you had also begun changing. At first it was subtle, almost unnoticeable, but then it became increasingly obvious. He had given you permission to call him by 'Doffy' a nickname only those who he feels are deserving are allowed to use. He gave you permission to enter his bed chambers, to read whatever books he had on his shelves, he even went as far as allowing you to rest in his bed if you felt that yours was too lonely.

He had even begun talking to you about specific affairs that you really weren't supposed to know about, asking your opinion on certain things, and how they should be handled. His trust in you had expanded so much that it was terrifying, but you found yourself not wanting to disappoint him, wanting to keep him happy.

A knock sounded on your bedroom door, startling you from your thoughts. Quickly, you opened the door, bowing your head in respects to Gladius who stood there, looking down at you. "Doflamingo has asked that you see him in his bed chambers, it is wise to not keep him waiting" he said, giving you a small nod before walking off.

You watched him leave, Doffy wanted to see you at such a late hour? Did you do something to upset him? Anxiety started to claw at your chest, and it was now that you reminded yourself why getting too comfortable would prove to be dangerous. Grabbing a robe, you threw it over your nightgown, hoping it didn't upset the man further with how casual it was.

Leaving your room, you departed quickly for Doffy's room, bare feet padding along the soft carpet. You had forgotten to put on slippers, but it was too late now. The corridor was quiet, much too quiet than what you were comfortable with. Approaching Doffy's bedroom door, you knocked before letting yourself in.

"Doffy..? Sir? You wanted to see me?" you called out, his room was dark. Squinting your eyes, you looked around, spotting his bathroom light on you waited patiently for him to come out. Shuffling on your feet, your anxiety began to swirl in the depths of your stomach once again, making you feel queasy.

As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you felt a chill of cold, raw fear run through your body. Doflamingo sat on his bed, eyes trained directly on you. Taking a step back out of instict, you called out to him with a shrill voice. "S-sir?" you stuttered, alarms were blaring in your head, telling you to run. You so desperately wanted to leave, to return to your room and forget you ever saw the horrifying look Doflamingo was giving you.

His eyes were wide, unblinking, staring off almost as if he were in a trance. Swallowing your fear, you took a step forwards, slowly creeping closer to the man. Adrenaline pumped through your veins, your heart thumped madly in your chest, and you could hear blood rushing in your ears. As you moved to the side, you realized he was jut spaced out, not actually staring at you. It was just by pure chance that his eyes were focused on the exact area where you'd be standing.

Relief washed over your body, a relieved laugh fell from your lips as you combed your hair back with your fingers. All that worrying and fear for nothing. Making your way up to the bed, you were about to crawl onto it to try and get Doffy's attention before you heard running water. Paying Doffy one last glance, you turned and tip-toed over to the bathroom.

Cracking open the door, you poked your head in and gasped. You had never once seen the inside of his bathroom, it was beautiful. A massive in-floor bathtub with a standing glass walled shower off to the side. But that was enough gawking, looking around, you spotted the handles for the bathtub, turning it off.

The bathtub was just about to overfill, which meant that the water had been running awhile. But that didn't make any sense, Doffy wouldn't of called you into his room if he were about to bathe, and from the looks of it he wasn't in the right state to be bathing. Biting the inside of your lip, you thought back to Gladius and how he told you that Doffy wished to see you.

Could he have been lying?

Shaking your head, you left the bathroom, there was no point in thinking about that now. Making your way back to Doffy's bed, you climbed on, scooting your way forward until you were right in front of him. "..Doffy?" you called softly, waving your hand in front of his face. Worry had begun to settle in, you didn't know what to do in this specific predicament.

Leaning forwards, you hesitated for a moment, fear and doubt began to swirl in your mind.. What if he got angry? Surely he wouldn't want you seeing him like this? Swallowing, you leaned forwards anyways, wrapping your arms around him, you squeezed him into a hug.

He was warm, so very warm, it felt wonderful. Scooting a little closer, your legs pushed against his, your covered chest just barely hovered above his own. A shaky breath left your lips, raising one of your hands, you started to lightly run your fingertips along the back of his head. Slowly, drowsiness began to take over, fighting to keep your eyes opened you relaxed against Doffy, finally giving into sleep.

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Where were you?

You could feel water against your skin, where was your robe? The wet fabric of your nightgown clung to your body, the feeling of it mildly uncomfortable. Your face was laying against something hard but warm, whatever it was, it moved against you, it was breathing.

Opening your tired eyes, you looked around, keeping your head against the hard object. You were in a bath? When did you get here? Why where you in a bath?

A chuckle startled you from your thoughts, going completely rigid, you held your breath. "Well, there's really no point in pretending you're still asleep" Doffy hummed, "tell me, ___, why were you in my room?" he questioned, "I know I gave you permission, but I find it quite strange that you came in during one of my most vulnerable moments" he didn't sound angry, just curious, though you're pretty sure your heart stopped hearing your name on his tongue.

Slowly moving your head up, you turned your head to look at him, eyes wide and lips parted. "Sir... I- I had been informed by Gladius that you wished to see me" you swallowed, "I came in and you wouldn't respond, and I noticed that the water was still running so I turned it off, a-and then I came back to you to try and make sure you were alright" your voice waivered, the words falling from your tongue almost sounded like a well constructed lie.

"I didn't know what to do, so I thought hugging you would help, and I ended up falling asleep against you, I-I'm sorry sir" you politely bowed your head, keeping your eyes trained on everything but his face. "Please forgive me" a deep chuckle emitted from his chest, which soon turned into a fit of laughter. You awkwardly sat on top of him, feeling the water around you ripple from the vibrations.

"Oh my dear, you have no reason to be apologizing, it is Gladius who should be sorry" he wiped a tear from his eye, "you are in no trouble, I just wish you had left me be... though I appreciate you turning off the water" he chuckled. Propping his face on his hand, he stared at you. "I must say though, you look absolutely divine in that skimpy little night gown of yours" he purred. "I could only hope that you had put it on just to try and impress me" a smirk graced his lips, bringing a hand forwards, he lay it on your hip, brushing the wet fabric.

Your face reddened at his words, suddenly feeling very self conscious of what you were wearing, you attempted to cover yourself. Doffy sat there, amused. Lifting his hand, he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. "There is no reason for you to hide yourself from me, darling" he brought himself closer, his breath ghosting your face. You swallowed hard.

A grin stretched his lips, wicked and cruel, "I've seen the way you look at me, the way your eyes would linger a little too long on my lips" your own face visibly paled, "do you take me for a fool, ___? perhaps maybe you think I'm simply just not bright enough to notice the way you started to wear your dress a little shorter than usual, or the way you allowed your cleavage to show just an inch more... Tell me, ___ did you enjoy letting everyone else see what is so rightfully mine?" he hissed, eyes blazing with arousal and anger.

"I- no- Sir I never- wait.. what do you mean..?" his words had finally registered, "Oh you stupid girl..." he laughed, lifting a hand to his face, he covered his eyes. "You're so unbelievably dull and oblivious, it is truly amusing" he scoffed, voice laced with sarcasm. "Are my words not making sense? Must I explain to you better?" he glared at you.

His grip on your chin tightened, bringing you even closer to his face, you could practically feel his lips against yours. "If I see you making a whore of yourself again in front of anyone else but me, I will take it upon myself to show everyone in this damned mansion just who you belong to" he snarled.

Staring at him completely dumbfounded, you tried to comprehend his words. Was he jealous?

The man you feared most, who held you close to him with an invisible collar, the one who could kill you in a heartbeat, was jealous.

A sudden heat washed over your body, traveling down to your core, your breathing growing heavier. "I-i'm afraid I don't understand, sir... It sounds like you're wishing me to continue misbehaving" the sudden bout of courage that had drawn you to say such a thing was immediately smothered by the look Doflamingo gave you.

"It seems I really have been too lenient with you" he removed his hand from your chin, and placed his slender fingers around your neck. "Do you wish to have me tear you apart? To stuff you full and split you in half? I have been holding back for the sake of you, my dear, but you are making it difficult" he breathed, voice shaking with anger.

Feeling his fingers slowly tighten, you raised your hands and grabbed hold of his wrist. "Well? give me the word, ___, tell me you want me to ravage you, to corrupt you and steal that purity you hold so dearly" you fluttered your lashes, opening your mouth to speak, all that came out was a pitiful, choked whine.

Releasing your throat, he pushed you off of his lap, not at all caring that he nearly rendered you unconscious. "I expect to see you dried and in my room within fifteen minutes, do not make me wait" he peered down at you. Stepping out of the bath, he grabbed himself a towel before walking out.

Grabbing the side of the bath, you laid your head against the ground, breathing heavily. You could feel the bruises already beginning to form along your neck, and knew very well that they'd be too dark to cover up. Though, Doffy would probably end up placing more than you were willing to cover up after tonight was finished. Uncertainty and fear settled in the depths of your gut, was being with him really what you wanted?

The way he drew you in, showed you a new part of himself, then cast you aside had begun leaving you hungry for more. Wanting more of his attention, more of his love, regardless of how toxic that love may be. You were completely addicted with the fact that his power was tied around your neck like a noose, one wrong step and the chair below would be no more.

Water sloshed around you as you weakly pulled yourself out, sitting against the cold tile floor with a wet 'plap' you took steady breaths. Fifteen minutes was all he had given you, but you weren't sure how long you'd been sitting in the water. With a heavy sigh, you raised yourself from the ground.

Your head still felt terribly heavy, taking small steps towards the towel rack, you stripped out of your sopping wet night gown.

.........

Leaving the bathroom, you had taken a quick peek at your neck. A frown pulled at your lips, there was a clear as day imprint of Doffy's fingertips at each side of your neck, each one a deep purple outlines in a sickly yellow.

Grimacing, you could only imagine just how bad all the other ones were going to be.

Shutting off the lights, you exited and saw Doffy standing at the base of his bed, his towel still tied around his waist. He watched you with cold eyes, his arms crossed with annoyance. "You're a minute late" he spoke, sounding just as upset as he did when he left. "I apologize sir, I have no excuse" you bowed your head, keeping your eyes low.

He hummed, clearly displeased. Motioning with his hand for you to draw closer, you did so, willingly. Stepping up to him, you clutched your towel a little harder, fingers digging into the fabric. "Remove your towel" you swallowed, giving a curt nod you allowed your towel to drop. It fell to the floor, landing in crescent shape around your feet. You heard Doffy exhale loudly, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to reach out and grab you.

His eyes ran over your nude form with a dark hunger, motioning for you to climb up onto the bed, you obeyed. "Lay on your back, keep your legs hanging off" he growled, standing still as he waited. A shaky breath left your lips, but nevertheless, you followed his order.

Getting into position, you felt nervous and shy having your body fully exposed, but the worry that he didn't like what he saw ate at you most. Watching as he got in between your legs, small shudders left your body feeling his hands rub against your skin. His fingers ghosted the inside of your thighs, prodding in between, closer and closer to your core.

You couldn't help but bite your lip, looking up at him with a lidded gaze, your breathing becoming heavy. His hands continued to travel upwards, feeling past your naval, up towards your breasts. His gaze was intense, watching every twitch of your body as he felt the soft skin against his rough hands.

Your eyes watched his face, the way his lips curved slightly upwards, the sudden urge to place your lips upon his became urgent. Despite the fact that he'd likely punish you for it, you placed your hands against his chest, dragging them upwards you lifted yourself and hooked them around his neck.

Raising your face to his, you looked him in the eyes. Though they flashed with annoyance, and a hint of surprise, he did nothing to stop you. Once again that feeling of uncertainty swirled through your body, you knew there was no going back after this. After you accept the beckoning call of a demon, you would be tied to them forever.

Swallowing, you casted away those thoughts and leaned forwards. Your lips connected with his, the feeling of them against you felt so right, yet so terribly wrong. But that no longer mattered, the contract was signed, and your fate was sealed.

A heavy pressure placed itself over your body, it took you a few moments to realize he had pushed you back against the bed, lips still on yours. A burning sensation spread throughout your veins, and a pleasurable throbbing struck your core. Was this what euphoria felt like? Confusion spiraled, and a pained cry left your lips. You could feel teeth sinking into your skin, marking you.

It was the mark of the beast, one could say.

Doflamingo could no longer help himself, feeling your soft lips against his own, he completely lost it. Pure raw want and need washed over him, controlling his every action. And soon, he found himself sinking his teeth into that delectable flesh that now belonged to him. His teeth left deep imprints, ruining the perfect, smooth feeling. Oh how he wished he could consume you, to take away all of your purity at once and leave you an empty husk of who you once were.

What were you doing to him?

He swore you were a witch, one sent to entice him to the point of starvation, to hand him a platter of meat and take it away at the last second. You were a meal waiting to be devoured by him, and him only. The scales in his head weighed heavy, tipping back and fourth as he fought with himself. No matter how much he wished to take it slow with you, to corrupt you over time, he knew he couldn't. That wasn't the kind of man he was, he was the kind to take what he wanted in a heartbeat, to not think twice.

But you... Oh you were making this beyond difficult, for once in his life he fought with the idea of taking a person swiftly. You were a delectable platter of food, meant for savoring and not scarfing down like some starved animal. He knew he had to savor each and every moment with you, to save mental images of each face you made while he fucked you into oblivion.

The scales tipped, and he had his answer.

Removing your arms from around his neck, you shivered, the stinging pain of his bitemarks throbbed all over your body. Doffy stood to his full height, wiping his chin from his own smeared saliva. His kept eye contact with you as he lowered himself, hands spreading apart your legs, you whined.

"Patience" Doffy growled, glaring at you, "or I will stop right now and send you back to your room" he lowered himself further, his breath ghosting against you. "Look at you" he breathed, "so wet and needy, all for me" you flinched, feeling his teeth sink into the soft flesh of your inner thigh, leaving yet another mark.

Wrapping his arms around your legs, he forcefully kept them open. "I want you to keep your eyes on me, if you close them or look away I will stop, that is your punishment for being late" he spoke. Before you had time to answer, you felt his tongue flat against you, sliding against your slick folds.

A gasp left your lips, followed by a deep groan. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you felt his fingers dig into your thighs as a warning. Focusing your gaze back onto him, you struggled to keep your eyes on his. His tongue lapped skillfully at your folds, probing your hole and circling

Pretty soon you're writhing and bucking against Doffy's tongue, your clit burning with such a desire, one you've never felt before. Doffy tightens his hold around your thighs, keeping you wide open for him as he brought you closer and closer to your first release. You bring a hand up to your mouth, biting into it, muffling the whimpers and moans.

Doffy removes his tongue from your clit, earning a deep whine from you that quickly turns into a surprised yelp as he bites into your thigh yet again. "I want to hear the noises you make" he glares at you, and begins his ministrations once again. A pitiful mewl is pulled from you lips as his tongue meets your clit again, sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves, you arch your back.

You're trembling at this point, muscles tense and abdomen coiled, you continue to moan out, eyes remaining on Doffy's face. Drool was falling from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin. You were so close, so so close to such a delicious feeling.

You were about to beg Doffy to do anything to allow you to finally cum, but when he locks his lips around your clit and sucks, you feel the tension in your body finally snap. With a jolting shudder, you finally release, juices coating his face as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

The feeling of his tongue lapping up the aftermath of your release causes you to flinch and whine out, the overstimulation sending flares of painful pleasure up your body. "You did so good for me" Doffy smirked, standing to his full height. His lips and chin were glossed over from your slick, but he doesn't bother wiping it away. Instead, he leans over top of you, pushing his abdomen against your legs.

Your face ignites, feeling his cock press against the inside of one of your thighs, you can feel pre-cum leaking onto your skin. Placing a hand right next to your head, he slips the other underneath your scalp and pushes you upwards, slamming his lips against yours. A startled moan allows him to shove his tongue into your mouth, forcing you to taste your own release on his tongue.

Hands pushing against his chest, you whine, his grip on your scalp grows tighter, pulling at strands of your hair. You can feel him bucking his hips forwards, cock pressing against the soft flesh of your inner thighs as they become slick with his pre-cum. He's eager to finally fill you, to force his cock deep into the depths of your untouched virgin hole, and hear you scream his name.

Finally, he releases you, allowing your head to fall back onto the bed. Breathing heavily, you can feel your own slick coating your lips. Rough hands wrap around your legs and pull you forwards, feeling Doffy's cock press against your throbbing cunt, you look down.

A sudden sense of panic washes over you, feeling the size of him against you, how heavy he was, there was no way he'd fit. You look up at him with wide eyes, finding he's already staring down at you with a smirk, "don't worry, it'll fit, I'll make sure of it." You whimper, he leans forwards, placing his hands on both sides of you head.

Bucking his hips forwards, you inhaled sharply, feeling him grinding against your wet folds. "D-doffy" you whimper, "hm?" he smiles, "I thought you were afraid it wasn't going to fit? Are you that eager?" he chuckles. "N-no I was just... I was going to ask if we could change positions.." you looked away from him, biting the inside of your cheek.

"Oh? and what position do you presume we should do?" he hummed, bucking his hips forwards once again, a light groan sounding from his lips. Opening your mouth, you quickly closed it, you were unsure what position would even be possible given the drastic size difference.

With a sigh and roll of his eyes, he let go of your legs and motioned for you to move further up onto the bed. Obeying, you scooted farther back, closer to the headboard. "Lay on your side, and raise one of your legs" he crawled up onto the bed, laying behind you, he waited.

Getting into position, he scooted forwards, his chest against your back. "You're afraid I wont fit, so we'll just make you slick enough to fit" pumping himself a few times, he coated his shaft in his own pre-cum. You were confused about what he meant, until he positioned his cock right against your slick cunt and closed your legs around him.

Curling an arm around your abdomen, he kept you in place right against him before bucking his hips forwards. His cock rubbed against your slick cunt, the wetness of his own pre-cum and your juices coated your thighs. "Be grateful for my mercy, ___, if it wasn't for the fact that I like you I would've already had my way" he growled in your ear as he kept pumping his cock in between your thighs.

A whimper left your lips, "thank you, sir" you whispered, biting your lip as you felt his tip rub against your clit. "Don't be thanking me darling, I am only making it easier for myself" he groaned, hand tightening around your abdomen as he slowly began to lose his composure. Using his free hand, he slid it under your neck, curling it around and placing his hand under your chin. Pushing your head up, he forced you to look up at him while his thrusts slowly became more and more erratic.

Sweat was beginning to build on his brow, grabbing your hip, he groaned out. "Keep your legs closed" he shuddered against you, placing his forehead against your own. With a few more thrusts and a deep moan, he came in between your legs, coating your cunt with his cum. Squelching noises sounded as he kept going, trying to make sure you were fully covered.

Your face was a deep red, you hadn't expected him to use his own cum as a lubricant, just how many rounds was he going to have you endure? Though you couldn't lie to yourself, the feeling of his warm fluid against you caused the fire in your core to grow wild.

Panting, his breath fanned your face. Keeping himself in between your thighs, you remained still, not wanting to ruin his moment of afterglow. Though that was short lived, as you already felt him hardening again, cock throbbing against your cum covered cunt and thighs. Pulling himself out, he pulled away from you, and you already began to miss the feeling of his chest against your back.

"Hands and knees" he lolled his head, cracking his neck as he waited. "But it'll drip on the-" he cut you off with a glare, "I don't care, they can be changed" you gave him one last look before obeying. Getting onto your hands and knees, you shivered at the cold in between your legs, you could already feel some of it slowly dripping down your inner thighs.

Getting into position behind you, he ran his hand softly over your ass cheek, slowly trailing it up your spine, he pushed your torso down onto the bed. "Stay in this position, don't move" he muttered, leaning down. You flinched feeling his lips on your spine, "Doffy?" you called, feeling nervous "shhh, I wont hurt you" he said softly, the sudden change in his voice left a strange feeling in your gut.

Slick noises sounded as he slid his cock against your folds and clit, feeling his tip prod at your entrance pulled soft mewls from your lips. He was taking his time with you, deciding he'd be courteous enough to give you time to actually adjust to him and his size. Though without warning, he grabbed his cock and slowly pushed himself inside. You gasped, feeling him stretch you for the first time.

"D...doffy~" you whined, fingers digging into the mattress. "Taking me so well, darling" he praised, something that was a rarity. He hissed out as he managed to push in more than half his length, and when he finally bottomed out, he groaned. "Fuck" he snarled, "you feel so much better than I could have ever imagined" You were a moaning mess, drooling all over the bed as he throbbed inside of you.

Despite the fact that him stretching you hurt, the feeling of him inside of you felt divine. He was completely snug inside of you, hips pressed against yours, your eyes rolled the back of your head when he leaned forwards, placing his chest against your back. He had pushed himself even farther inside of you, hips rolling against yours.

Placing a kiss against your shoulder blade, he groaned against your skin, "I expect you to be as loud as you can" he smirked, "I'll be able to tell if you're holding back." Raising himself, he figured he'd given you plenty of time to adjust to his size. Grabbing your hips, he slowly pulled out, ignoring the way his cum from the previous round had slathered against his base, coating his pubic hair.

Noises and incoherent babbling left your lips as he started with a slow pace, pulling out completely before slowly pushing himself back in, you swore you could see stars. Doffy's name rolled off your tongue like a mantra when he thrusted against a particular spot, pleasure soared through your body.

Shoving your face into the mattress, your next snivels and moans were muffled. "Come on darling, don't muffle those noises of yours" he groans, trying to keep himself composed. His thrusts were slowly, gradually, becoming more rough by the second. His self restraint was slipping, and the need to roughly fuck you was bubbling up.

Doffy tsked when you ignored him, leaning forwards enough to tangle his fingers into your hair, he pulled your hair back. A pained cry left your lips, this time no longer muffled as he forced you to stay on your hands. "Stay on your hands, or we'll have a problem" he hissed, grabbing your hips, he gave you no warning as he started up a rough pace.

You almost fell back down onto your chest with how rough he was, body being rocked back and forth as he completely abused your cunt, his tip kissing your cervix. Your moaning and cries of pleasure grew louder and louder, to the point where everyone likely knew what was happening. Doffy's own moans grew louder, along with the growls that were ripped from his throat with every clench and flutter of your cunt around his cock.

"Fuck, that's it" he groaned, watching the way you took him with ease, "you look so good filled to the brim with my cock, darling" he purred, tilting his head back in pleasure, "how I hope I get to see this more often."

Turning your head, you peered back at him, eyes lidded, face flushed, and drool falling from the corners your lips. Your breathing was labored as he pumped into you, breasts bouncing forwards with each thrust. "D-doffy~!" you moaned out, voice completely laced over with lust. He swore he could feel himself grow much closer with the way you said his name, the absolute want and need in your facial expression was enough to nearly send him over the edge.

Though, despite being close himself, he continued to work you up to your next release, feeling the way your cunt was slowly tightening around him. "That's it" he groaned, furrowing his eyebrows, "cum for me, ___, I want to feel you" a drawn out moan is ripped from his throat. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and suddenly, you feel yourself cumming hard enough around him that your front completely gives out.

Doflamingo let out a string of curses as you clenched and fluttered around him, thrusting into you a few more times, he leaned forward, rutting into you as he spilled his hot release inside of you. You mewled against him, feeling him rock his hips against yours for a bit longer, trying to make sure he gets every last drop out.

He collapses against you, chest against your back as the both of you try to catch your breath. "Doffy?" you whimper, voice a bit scratchy. "Yes?" he hums, circling his arms around your chest. You flinch when you feel him mindlessly messing with your nipples, the feeling sending small shockwaves of pleasure through your body, despite being completely spent.

"You didn't.. have any protection did you?" you tried to look back at him, "no, I didn't, but that's okay" he kissed your shoulder blade, you hummed, not at all capable of thinking of what that might inquire.

"I'm going to go run a new bath for the both of us okay?" he spoke softly, "stay here, I'll get you a towel" you whimpered feeling him pull out. Your vision was slightly blurred, turning to watch him leave, you could've sworn you saw what looked like horns on his head.

How silly..

Closing your eyes, you slowly sunk down onto the bed, allowing sleep to overtake you.

If only you have stayed up long enough to see the wicked, obsessive smile on his face, or the way he spoke softly in your ear about how happy he was to have you be the mother of his children.

[misseviehyde]

BROKEN HEARTED

I would have done anything to make my friend Joe happy after his girlfriend dumped him, but soon I regretted ever giving him the Elixir.

My family had told me to keep the formula safe and never to make or use it unecessarily, but Joe had been through so much pain, I just wanted to make him smile again. I also perhaps selfishly thought perhaps Joe might want to date me once he was female... perhaps we could make the perfect couple?

The fact was Joe couldn't live without his stylish sexy girlfriend. His house was still full of her clothes and makeup. She had been a high maintenance bitch who had gaslit and treated him like shit. I suppose in hindsight, perhaps I should have realised Joe's feminine side might turn out just like her.

Joe was interested in trying the Elixir and becoming someone else... anything that would make the pain go away. He eagerly drank at my suggestion and I watched fascinated as he transformed.

Right in front of my eyes, my kind, sensitive friend morphed into a beautiful haughty bitch and there was nothing I could do but watch as Josie Hyde was born.

Josie was somewhat like Joe, but perfected in physical beauty. Her skin was creamy white and completely flawless, her eyes were beautiful but heartless and cruel. Josie's long dark hair was silky and perfect, her proportions womanly, her breasts, her waist, her legs all the perfect size. She was like a statue of a Goddess.

Josie looked good in anything. She effortlessly slipped into the designer dresses and stylish shoes of the former ex girlfriend. She made those clothes look even better on her!

Josie had soon mastered expensive makeup and jewellery. Indeed, she had a taste for the expensive... designer handbags and clothes, diamond jewellery and expensive fur coats.

Her face was like a beautiful mask, she hardly ever smiled but looked out at the world with a smug delight, knowing she was superior and men wanted her. Josie would snap her manicured fingers and expect me to come running. She had accepted my offer of a date, but being her boyfriend mainly seemed to consist of buying her things and carrying her bags.

When she turned back into Joe, he was no longer heartbroken. Instead he was now obessesed with Josie and he merely counted the seconds till he could become her again. Good thing too. He looked kind of weird walking around with five hundred dollar manicures welded to his nails and smelling of Chanel perfume.

His obession for Josie seemed to result in him selling his own clothes and filling his wardrobe with hers. He began wearing panties and a bra all of the time and adopting more and more of her bitchy mannerisms. It was like she was controlling him, even when he was male. She was like the worst toxic girlfriend ever, even worse than his ex.

And at least I thougnt even if his ex had turned up he would probably have ignored her with his new obsessions... or at least so I thought. I was so fucking wrong.

One day I entered a restaurant to see a table of women having brunch and recognised Josie sat with Joe's ex. They were laughing and talking about how pathetic their ex or current boyfriends were.

Josie and Joe's ex were now besties. Evil smirking bitches who delighted in using men for their own twisted needs. Joe had gotten his girl back, but now as his hot best friend. Josie and his toxic ex were just going to make each other even worse.

I walked in to try and do somethjng, but Josie saw me and without stopping or showing any shame, she laughed and told her friends how her current boyfriend was a total simp who would do whatever she wanted and she was actually fucking other guys.

As she said it, I saw her smile... and it made me shiver. I realised in that instant that Josie was using me and that I had created a monster.

"Like, tonight I'm totally going home with that hot black waiter. His big cock is gonna look so hot in my mouth. My loser boyfriend couldn't stop me if he tried."

And even though I knew it was true and she wasn't bluffing, I also knew she was right about one thing. Tonight Josie would be fucking another man and I would sit obediently next door and do my chores like a good boy. I'd listen to her getting railed half naked in lingerie on our bed, panting as big dick split her in half. I'd never even got to see her pussy...

Tomorrow even Joe would look at me with contempt. He too was Josie's submissive slave, she had control of all the men in her life.

As I realised I meant nothing to her and never would, I began to cry. Now I was the one with the broken heart and there was nothing I could do about it...

[quirkyboattheendoftheworld]

In my Black Family obession era and I just found it interesting that contrary to the movie, in the book Bellatrix never really seemed to be particularly proud of (accidentally) killing Sirius tho? ? Like when Voldemort questioned her failure to retrieve the prophecy she only used “I was fighting the Animagus Black” as an excuse, instead of “I was fighting Sirius Black and I killed him” which could be a much stronger excuse and an opportunity to allow her to regain Voldemort’s favour ?? and later on in Book 6 when Snape practicality acknowledged her credit for killing Sirius she didn’t respond to that either??

It seems to me that contrary to what the movie was indicating, in the book Bellatrix wasn’t particularly bragging about killing her blood traitor cousin (the way she mocked Harry is another thing but it’s different from showing off tho? Also “do you love him, poor baby Potter”sounds weirdly personal as a mockery??) , and I might even argue that there’s room for theory evolving their potentially more complex past-dynamics and feelings??

[rise-my-angel]

I find it so funny when people call Jon Snow a bastard as an insult as if the show and book shows that you shouldn’t discriminate people based on their birth. I’m looking at you, targ stans. Like he might be a bastard, but he is a better man than most of the true born Targaryens.

That's the thing, Jon being a bastard isn't just about the secret of his birth. It's all about Jon starting the story as an outcast, and finally finding a place in the world amongst other outcasts and unique people. His early friendly kinship with Tyrion, finding a genuine brother in Sam, befriending people like Grenn, Pyp, Tormund. And how by not looking down on them the way the world does him, he grows into a leader. One of the only leaders who can handle the threat to come.

Jons story isn't about getting passed being a bastard or becoming trueborn named anything. Its about Jon realizing that he became the man he is, while being a bastard. That despite everyone trying to put him down for it, he still pushed passed and rose up. It's about Jon learning being a bastard isn't good or bad, it's simply about the man he strives to become.

Also Targ stans the way they talk about Jon Snow is..odd. They seem to only like him if he can be molded into a Targaryean and nothing else. But he is everything they aren't. They are obsessed with blood purity and blood superiority, ruling through cruelty and fear, obessed with prophecy and status. Jon doesn't care about any of those things.

Also, the Targaryeans are obsessed with their blood purity so much it's led to the rampant, destructive levels of incest which almost caused their house to go extinct. When Rhaenyra very obviously had bastards, instead of fighting for her bastard childrens rights, she got violent and cruel at the insinuation of the truth being told to the point she wanted to torture her young half brother for simply repeating something his mother told him.

Even her kids must know their own mother looks down on them for being bastards, because if she wasn't, she wouldn't be trying to pass them off as trueborn. Jon did not need to be a Stark for Ned to love him and include him as much as he could within the family home. Ned literally raised Jon to be the Kevan to Robbs Tywin. Ned wanted Jon to be Robbs right hand man, his closest advisor. And he never needed Jon to be a Stark to start teaching and preparing him for that.

The Targaryeans don't respect bastards so much it's literally what caused the Blackfyre rebellions. Their stans just don't seem to grasp that all of this shows it is bad to judge someone for being a bastard.

They only care about Jon if he will call himself a Targaryean and be just like Rhaegar. But they miss the point. He only has one name and it's Jon Snow.

Because that is what his father named him, and he never had to become a Stark to grow into the man he is and could become.

But Targ stans don't quite seem to care about the conversation of bastards outside of the very specific times said bastards are directly involved in house Targaryean like in the Dance or the Blackfyres. Otherwise, they flip flop on the matter with Jon because they don't really care about him unless he resigns himself to being a true Targaryean.

Which is SILLY.

[allastoredeer]

I just had to agree, that a huge Alastor fight scene is really all I want for season 2!

During "Stayed Gone", Valentino mentions a time that Alastor almost beat Vox, which implies that he narrowly lost in a fight between them.

He was badly injured in the fight with Adam, and had to retreat.

By the rule of three, it would be so poetic and amazing, if we got a fight scene where he doesn't back down, but continues to fight with everything he has, and emerges the unquestioned victor, wiping the smiles off the Vee's faces for good.

Bonus points if he actually accepts help from his found family, in the form of backup and helping him heal afterwards. He's so stuck on being a lone wolf (well, deer...), that him slowly learning to trust others would be such delicious character growth!

Actually, the way I interpreted Valentino saying that Alastor "almost beat Vox," is that during their fight Alastor was about to beat him. Like, if it continued, Vox was 100% going to lose. But the battle didn't see an actual end, with an actual victor, because, in my headcanon/theory, Vox was forced to retreat.

If Vox won, even narrowly, I don't think he would've been nearly as defensive or annoyed at Valentino for bringing it up. If the fight ended with Alastor retreating (or even losing), Vox would've milked the shit out of that. He would never let Alastor live that down. Hell, if the fight was recorded in any way, he'd be playing that shit on loop.

I think with Vox losing, it'd make him simultaneously eager for a rematch, but also nervous to fight Alastor head-on again considering he nearly lost (which might also explain why they never came face-to-face in season one. They only interacted from a distance, through their different mediums), and why he was SO happy when Alastor lost during the Extermination. He was living vicariously through Adam during that fight (Adams victory was HIS victory) because Alastor finally got a taste of the humiliation and defeat Vox felt all those years ago (and STILL feels, even now).

And considering all of that, I will go FERAL if there's a fight with all the Vees versus Alastor. I want to see what they can do. There are different ways to be powerful out side of strength and magical ability (see Rosie who's not physically or magically as strong as the other Overlords), so I want to see what Valentino and Velvette can do in a fight or on an intellectual level. The brains and the brawn (and whatever Valentino is.) I would laugh so hard if Valentino is actually the muscle of the Vee's. He's got very few braincells, but he can lift 2x his own weight, all they got to do is point him in the right direction. He's all muscle.

And I want that fight to be a close one too. In fact, if Alastor LOSES in that fight, my god, would that be such an angsty, complicated, even more humbling experience for him. Vox would be fucking THRIVING. He would be reveling. He finally beat the Radio Demon. He finally beat Alastor (and the complicated emotions. GOD the emotions that they'll both have during and after that)

But I also don't want Alastor to lose T.T He's my fav, and he already been so thoroughly humbled once, I think I'd collapse if he lost again. BUT if he were on the cusp of losing, got his second wind, and ultimately came out the victory, I would be screaming, jumping out of my seat, frothing at the mouth. I fucking LOVE that shit.

And super, serious 100% extra bonus points he gets help from his found family in the form of back-up or patching him up afterward. I think that would be amazing character growth for him. I WANT IT SO BAD ANON WHY DID YOU MAKE MY OBESSION AND YEARNING GROW I AM NOT A VERY BIG PERSON YOU'RE LITERALLY GOING TO MAKE ME EXPLODE WITH ALL THESE EMOTIONS

[ghost-bxrd]

No pressure, don't answer if uncomfortable but do you have any ships you're partial to in regards to the bats or enjoy their dynamic? Timsteph? DickRoy? Dickory? Dickbabs? Brutalia? Batcat? Superbat? Etc etc? :)

For me it's Jaykyle (obessing over charas that haven't interacted in comics since 2008 😋), Brutalia and StephCass! Sometimes CassRose too. I was curious to know if you had any that you liked/thought the dynamic was particularly interesting!

Hi!

Yesss, I do have some ships I read from time to time ✨

Usually I’m more of a gen-fic kinda person (love me some familial fluff 💚) but when the fancy strikes me I venture into various Bruce ships (Superbat, Hal/Bruce, Green Arrow/Bruce, BruTalia, Bruce/William Cobb) because— y’know, “emotional intelligence of a brick” Bruce Wayne with anyone is a recipe for angsty and hilarious disaster.

Apart from that TimKon and TimBern have some really cool chemistry I adore! TimSteph depends on the fic, because a lot of times they feel more like “besties” than romantic partners? But that might just be my personal preference ^^ I also read JayTim if I like the premise and setups! JayRoy is also a ship I adore! Along with DickBabs, Dick/Wally, and sometimes JayDick. I’ve also read some awesome StephCass before (mostly on accident because I didn’t check the tags lmao) and absolutely adored the “quiet and lethal but absolute sweetheart”+”loud and brash and sassy” dynamic 🪴

Honestly, to sum it up, I’ll read almost any kind of ship if the premise sounds good. I’m not very picky 🤣

As for the topic of rarepairs, I suppose William Cobb/Bruce and Dick Grayson/Calvin Rose are my most recent obsessions ksksks 💚

JayKyle definitely sounds like an interesting one tho! I’ll have to look into that hehe ✨

[domesticandlovingmonsters]

I'm torn up between a few veilguard stories I have brainrot over.

Help pls!! I have so many ideas.

Option 1: This is set before the game. After Harding and Varric hire adopt Rook. Just a shenanigan story. I want to explore that silliness of those three travelling together.

Option 2: Self indulgent of Rook being in a budding love triangle between the Dellamorte men. Might contain spoilers, we'll see.

Option 3: Mourn Watch Rook with Emmerich, cute little outing and scaring their found family with a tour of the Necropolis.

Probably wont be any nsfw in these. Just cute stories to feed my obession. And will be spoiler free.

[icy-watch]

(I hit the unfollow button when trying to hit Q&A......but I hit follow instantly to fix it, sorry)

Before I leave tomorrow on my vacation I thought I'd request a show/series that is very dear to my heart. Like, if you made me pick between this series and Ninjago I'd mostly likely pick the former.

The series is called Kekkaishi. It's an anime and manga by Yellow Tanabe. The anime ran on Adult Swim between October 2006 to February 2008 and the manga ran from October 2003 to April 2011 with 35 volumes (one more than Attack on Titan btw).

I dunno if you're into anime or manga.....but....it's so forgotten. So not known. It hurts me really. When the anime was airing and the manga was still being made, it was so popular and highly ranked....but now...

I grew up watching Kekkaishi along side other young children shows like Spongebob, Fairly OddParents, Danny Phantom, etc.

The basic summary boils down to this: Two families that are called Kekkaishi or "Barrier Master" guard a mystical site at night from creatures known as Ayakashi (different than "demons", those are a separate thing). They've done it for 400 years. Oh, and the "mystical site" is the grounds of a middle/high school building. The protagonist is Yoshimori Sumimura and......

Oh ho ho hoho

You think I'm obessed over Lloyd...

You think I go crazy about Geo.....

You think Luz is a sweet bean.....

no....no no no

Sniff wrong in Yoshi's direction and it's

(the sweet grace of the Death Note won't save you from my wrath)

But anyways, the anime was canceled after 52 eps; I don't know why. I wish it wasn't. THERE'S SO MANY ARCS I'D LOVE TO SEE ANiMATED!!!!! The Julia mini arc! The Blank Box arc (my personal fav), the Healing Hidagou + Tokine Imprisoned arcs, and the Final Sealing Arc (would LOVE to Ufotable animate honestly)

You don't have to liveblog it but I'd still love it if you'd watch it. Plus all 34 volumes can be bought on Amazon!

Icy, it seems you and I have a lot of shared interests so I'd thought I'd at least share this one with you. I hate how something I love so fondly is so unknown (it honestly makes me depressed thinking about it)

Here's some pics from the anime and manga!

(don't get me started on Gen or Souji 😭)

There's a chance I might not see your reply before I got on my vacation depending on when you respond/if I decide to check my tumblr before I leave (the location is a campsite with shitty or no wifi)

(You're good. Happens every now and again to everyone)

Oooo, I've kind of heard of Kekkaishi. I had a couple of ex-friends who were reading the manga when it was still coming out. I don't know if they ever watched the anime tho (probably, if it was on Adult Swim).

I haven't read any manga in a while. I was taking a break from the anime culture for a little while and just haven't gotten back into it. The aforementioned ex-friends were kind of the reason why. I'll probably start again by rereading the first series I ever completed (Chrono Crusade) that 1 or InuYasha. Again.

I'll def keep Kekkaishi in mind. It looks and sounds interesting. I might add the anime to a poll, just to see if anyone else is interested in seeing me liveblog it.

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[jackjackal]

Unpopular Opinion...

I don't hate it...but I'm not a huge fan of H2O season 3 (I might even write my own rewrite like I'm doing for HoA)...but here's why:

Bella is GREAT...but she's absolutely no Emma (and she's not supposed to be...I know!) All I'm saying is that her character is a little on the Alex from Totally Spies level (which again is not a bad thing!!) BUT Alex 100% got overshadowed by Clover and Sam...and I think that Bella's the same way in H2O. Rikki and Cleo are just a little bit more interesting character-wise (just in my opinion). Which means Bella is a lot like Sirena in the Mako Mermaids Netflix spinoff...she can sing BEAUTIFULLY, but other than the singing...she really just follows Will around the whole season like a lost little puppy (as does Sirena to David) and she doesn't do much of standing up for herself (at least in episodes 1 - 15). Even her power is kinda a reflection of her character...it's like slime...something that's cool and fun to play with, but eventually you get bored with it. What I mean by this is that she 100% was brought on board for looks (even Bella stans have to admit she has WAY more scenes in fancy dresses and bikini tops than Emma, Cleo, or Rikki) and because of this it muddied the whole theme of the show a bit by going against EVERYTHING H2O stood for (female independence and power...power not from the ability to turn heads or from their mermaid abilities, but from their own strength of character and intelligence, emotional or otherwise). In the end, Bella just does not meet the standards to replace Emma (and I don't think she was meant to...but still). Her character is just not as dynamic...and I think that's one of the things that makes me not rewatch or like S3 as much as S1-2.

They changed ALOT. I said it to one of my friends earlier...S3 is like that episode in S2 when Ash takes over and changes the cafe. It's just too much too soon. The JuiceNet becomes Rikki's, Bella replaces Emma, Will's there (we'll get to him later), Sophie's there (Neo-Charlotte who's less of a good villain), Sam's there, all of them are older by a noticable amount and Zane has a haircut like a 70-year-old, Mako's going insane with creepy tentacle creature thing, and the whole freaking theme song changes to be more fast-paced and "hip" with a lot of what sounds like to me to be autotune. Now I realize change is good and everything...but it really just makes me sad to watch the whole thing. ESPECIALLY when Lewis leaves (I think my heart was crushed and spat on). He was being all cute and romantic in this season with Cleo too :'( BUT, overall I liked a lot of the changes (Bella, as I mentioned was fine just maybe not as good as Emma was, Drummer!Lewis my heart, and I enjoyed the family antics with Sam...so I really didn't mind her being in it, it was cute that Don fell in love <3 ) Summary of this point: I don't like change and Emma was not my fav character but she was MY character (the most like me). When she left...it kinda made me think of things...like am I replaceable?? Anyways...moving on...

Will. Pretty much enough said with that. He's arrogant, too obessed with power and mermaids, and way too mean to Bella. He treats her like dirt most of the season and makes me wonder like...is Will the real villain of S3??? Also they make his character out to be like he's a merman just without the powers (with the whole free diving arc)...and it's honestly kinda like he's a Byron wannabe but also a weird Frankenhybrid of Dr. Denman, Zane, Zac (from Mako Mermaids), Erik (from Mako Mermaids), and idk now I'm just listing people. His character is just kinda strange to me because first of all where the other guys have their faults, they're also sensitive and romantic at times. Will is not. He's just kinda annoying. I even like Nate more than him lol (cause at least his character isn't two-faced like Will's...he's always been NateTM). Anyways...Will and Sophie are like the evil but not evil? dynamic disaster duo of S3. They're both just kinda not fun to watch...which brings me to Sophie.

Sophie. Again, enough said. She's a Charlotte wannabe with all her red hair, snooping problems, and obession with Will (which is kinda a little weird...but not unlike Charlotte's obession with Lewis...except they weren't brother and sister...yikes). She also presses my buttons, which, good job show writers. But it just makes it a little like this has happened before. What's new? Also makes the season a little less rewatchable.

I'm really just ranting at small details now, so I'll get to my last and ultimately largest point. Season 3 lost the magic for me. When I was rewatching for the zillionth time...I noticed this rather huge change. Seasons 1 and 2 I was MESMORIZED. The water, the ocean, the pleasing details of Emma, Cleo, and Rikki having the white, purple, and red motifs throughout, the details of small little scenes like how in the episode with Rikki's father she held a CHIPPED mug and her father held a non-chipped one like she felt her image was broken/imperfect based on their lack of money and less impressive house while the dad could care less and was honestly proud of it (wooooah, okay sorry about that, but like that scene made me sooooo happy as a writer like UGGH...writers/directors made gold with that scene). Anyways, details like this were just not there in S3 (well vitrually not there...there were some like when Sophie wore Rikki's color red to impress Zane)...almost like the whole message changed from being about struggles of being a teenager and growing up to yay mermaids!! And let's focus more on the image/humor of the show as opposed to teaching us important morals. It just...kinda lost it for me. It just was not nearly as magical as S1-2 and I'm not talking actual magic. I'm talking vibes and inner magic...and all that shiz.

Overall...I give S3 a 3.5/5 ⭐️s Decent if you want more of a H2O fanfic experience but just NOT as good as the OG mermaid trio and OG guys (Lewis, Zane, and Ash...Byron you were great too, but not as good as Ash).

Which brings me to Ash...okay, okay jk! I'm not gonna steal more of your life than I already have. But just know that if I get around to my S3 rewrite idea (which I already have the plot decided and everything) then you'll be seeing a lot more of him! Woot! Thanks for reading and putting up with me. Feel free to chat with me anytime your feelings on H2O season 3 or any topic really! I love chating with fellow obsessees!💖🧜‍♀️

[justsomegirltbh]

Palestinians: My 6-year-old child was martyred earlier this day. I haven't eaten in four days, but if I try to get food, that might be an even faster death than starvation. Everyone else in my family is either dead or kidnapped.

Colonizers: Bombing hospitals makes me cum. I am oddly obessed with Muslim women's sexuality. But Waaah! Hamas sucks. Waaah! Children, babies and other civilians pose such a threat to my life!

(Not verbatim, but terrifyingly close to reality)

[popculturebuffet]

Big City Greens: Gwendolyn Zapp Retrospective (All 5 Episodes, Movie Next Month) (Comission for WeirdKev27)

Hello all you happy people! We continue the halloween celebration with the spookiest monster of all: A NARCSITIC DANGEROUSLY UNCHECKED TECH BILLIONARE!

Yes it's time to talk not about Elon Musk, thank god, but about his marginally less unsettling Disney counterpart

No the other one. The one I made the whole picture of whose in the title. It's Big City Green's Gwendolyn Zapp!

Most of ya'll reading this probably know Big City Greens, a wholesome series about a family of colorful country folk living in the city, the son's rich best friend, and their adopted purple adult daughter what lives in their basement after she gave up her job to protect them. I've previously covered this series ongoing story arc with Chip Whistler, and likely will again whenever the current story arc with him coming back wraps, and have nothing but praise for it: it's a calm fun series with lots of great gags, a stellar main cast and which avoids being a status quo sho: the basic premise remains the same, but things do change and it's lovely.

But Chip isn't the series only ongoing antagonist and with this recurring character having upgraded herself to Big Bad for the movie, me and kev thought it was a good time to look at Gwendolyn Zapp and her hyjinks. This was also fun for me as I hadn't seen ANY of Gwendolyn Zapp's episodes before this, only the movie. Lucky for me watching the film the first time when it came out, Gwendolyn was chosen over chip entirley because her gimmick is pretty simple: She shows up, is entertaining and kinda nuts, and her reckless disregard for proper testing or human life means whatever she built this week is going to make our heroes lives harder. Unlike Chip who went on a whole journey of picking a fight with a small child, facing the consequences for that, not leanring anything and faknig his way to being a CEO, trying to ruin the Green Family out of pety spite, trying to murder said child and being exiled from town, and that's not getting into his recent journey of trying to live a normal life before fleeing to the sewers to plot his vengance and putting the family in a saw trap.

In contrast Gwendoln's Schtick is set from her very first lines on the show:

She's the other side of the dangerous billionare one step from being a super villian coin that Mark Beaks represents: Mark represnets the petty childish cide of people like Elon Musk, the obession with getting likes, with being seen as hip, the petty obession with anyone who bothers them and willing to tank their reputation and billions just to spite their enemies, even if that enemy is their own daughter. Gwendolyn Zapp, as the movie shows IS just as petty, no question but taps more into the ethical problems: While science is neat and should progress, Gwen is the side that says "so what if it might kill people market it anyway!", who gleefully talks about giving away a robot for free because control over lives is more precious, and who thinks humanities flaws just need to be laser gunned away.

While Zapp exagerates this to the levels a cartoon can it really ISN'T by much. We're really not far from trying to use programs to modify personlities, farm vegtables on the moon, send cars to mars because why the fuck not, and we're already pretty damn close to space vacations for the rich and already at replacing workers with robots whose ai are is nowhere near where it needs to be for a complicated task. Gwen's a great satire of tech ceo bullshittery at a time we need it most. I hate saying Elon Musk's name so much as I know he gets just a little hard anytime somoene says his name, but it's hard not to compare the two as while Mark Beaks fits him WAY more personality wise, Zapp represents how little he cares for testing, human life and how rich assholes like him could get us all killed one day by pure hubris.

So let's unpack her 5 appearnces in the show proper and then next month i'll look at the movie, as we see her take the tiny step to full on cartoonish supervilliany.. and by that I mean she actually does this shit on purpose.

Gwendolyn is one of the few recurring characters not from Smalton who dosen't debut till season 2, but she enters the series fast as she can in only the season's second episode.

Car Trouble focuses around Bill, which is a trend for most of these Zapp focused stories, and fits perfectly. Bill is a very traditional guy not really into tech in any way shape or form, the most he uses are various farm tools, the tv on occasion and his Truck, The Kludge. He's not anti tech or today's youth or any of that nonsense but he's often baffled by it. He's open enough to try it as he loves getting out and generally trying to explore the city, within budget, but he's also stuck in his ways and cautious enough for there to still be a story.

In this case the Kludge is breaking down, not helped by Bill's spiffy new addition to the buisness: Vegtable Delivery. This being a cartoon hit's breakdowns are seats so broken they nearly impale tilly on their springs and the floor being so brittle Cricket nearly falls out. The family , like many , simply can't afford a new car and the car means too much to bill.

So enter Gwendolyn Zapp. Zapp is played by SNL album Cheri Oteri and Oteri.. is fucking phenominal here. I didn't really remember her much from SNL but here, she's hilarous and the animation helps, given Gwendlon a lot of weird jerky movements. She comes off like a muppet wearing a human costume and it's great to see.

Zapp in addition to making Robo Pants, had a Kludge herself, and I like this bit of humanizing to an objectively zany nonsense character. She wants to shoot it off into space, not that she tells bill that last part, because she generally wants the Truck on mars with her. That's... really it.

She offers one of her fancy tesla like cars.. back when they made cars people would want and not giant metallic divorce machines that malfunction if you so much breathe on them wrong. THe family agrees and again I like that Bill isn't being a stick in the mud, that he dosen't always HAVE to be against something and accepts the car.

I gotta admit I wasn't looking forward to this plot as it's one i'd seen before: Bobs Burgers did a similar plot with Sacred Couch, albeit with Louise destroying the couch so they'd get another, and King of the HIll's Chasing Bobby, which had Hank Stubbornly refuse to get rid of his old truck till a train makes the decision for him. Sadly this episode dosen't quite hit the highs of those others, and I wasn't a huge fan of sacred couch to begin with: the family likes the new car, which Cricket names Dr Bubblebutt because of course he does, until they don't with Gramma too overly relaxed by the massage features and Tilly nearly dying being cooked like a waffle.

While Cricket gets restrained by Dr. B mistaking him for being a baby.. which... fair. But what I like is Bill admits Dr Bubblebutt is objectively better, he just misses his old truck as do they all and wants what he considers a member of the family. My problem with that is it kinda.. breaks the groundeness of the series. And yes this is the same series where soon after they have to scramble to save their old truck from being sent to mars, I admit that, but the core of the series is grounded, like early simpsons: The Greens aren't destitute but do struggle with money, having come to the city in the first place because they had to sell the farm and by this point are on managable but still uneasy footing. It takes a lot of hard work and the upswing of sales from the Deliveries and farmers market to get them solvent and the later increased crops from getting the farm back to put them in the black and even then it's more a modest success. So Bill taking back a car that's pretty much broken without any solution just dosen't quite work. I can buy the series elastic reality, but not when it breaks the series more grounded bits.

The climax is decent with Dr Bubblebut sacrifing themself for it's new family.. which again makes me think this would work better if they just.. had ot accept hte new car. This episode is okay.. it's a great introduction to Gwendlolyn Zapp, but otherwise is a plot i've both seen before and done better, getting the sentiment part down but grounding in reality better. Thankfully the later episdoes with Gwendolyn have the cartoony fun without ignoring the series more grounded bits, ala early simpsons.

This one opens with Cricket and Bill going to get farm tools as their down to just .. er.. uh...

Melissa yeah that's it, she's the mower. Also Melissa's wiki page needs serious work. The wiki for this show is fantastic otherwisse and has been an absolute dream in getting this review done. And gramma ramming into things just isn't a good hammer. Cricket's annoyed at loosing his day which is fair, why Bill needed Cricket or thought he'd be at all helpful I don't rightly know. But Cricket hates Chorin and wishes there was an end to it. Cue a Gwendolyn Zapp hologram who introduces her latest invention: the Farmbot: A robot made to resemble farmers using actual farmer dna.

Yeah we're only two episodes into having Gwendolyn Zapp and we're already up to her cloning baby farmers to harvest their dna. And the saddest part was were this at all legal we'd already have tesla baby farms. Tesla Baby Farms: only one in every two babies catches fire!

So despite the dubious sci fi hellscape methods made to create the farmbot, named F.R.A.N.K., Cricket is intrested as he's one worker who WANTS to be replaced by automation. Suprisingly Cricket actually thinks of the cost for once and knows they probably can't afford F.R.A.N.K. but there's a free 30 day trial and Bill figures eh why not, more hands make less work.

The setup is really well done with Bill once again not being a stick in the mud. Sadly the bulk of the episode.. is a plot we've seen before. And look while I complain about having seen a tried and trued sitcom plot on this blog a lot, I just did earlier, i'm not against it if you can do something fresh with it. That King of the Hill Ep I mentioned, Chasing Bobby, is one of the series best and the more i've had to think about it for this article, the more I love it. It's not one I go to often, because hank really is a jackass at times, but it's a well done story about accepting loss and listening to your children. All through a truck.

This however is just "X Character suddenly has too much free time and annoys the hell out of everyone". It happens a lot usually when a characters between job and while the setup is unique, Bill is such a workaholic him not having to work hard leaves him with NOTHING to do, the jokes are just kinda eh: Bill is too hands on for Cricket's latest shenanigan, a leaf blower jet pack, accidently sits on one of Tilly's toys at a teaparty (The one joke that really works) and annoys Gramma by ruining her painting. Bob Joles tries, lord does he, but the plot is just too by the jokes aren't just there. You can elevate a stock plot with jokes, as the Loud House did a hiccups episode that was actually funny thanks TO it's jokes, but this isn't their finest hour.

Cricket tries to teach bill to relax by watching tv, but that backfires and he overdoes it. I do love the tv's notifcations as he's binge watching

This episode isn't TERRIBLE it's just kinda there. The climax is good as Cricket realizes he needs his actual dad back and goes to destroy the farmbot... who refuses to shut down, rebels and leads to a fight with cricket, then him tilly and gramma nad finally bill who gets into a fist fight iwth a robot. Look I may not LIKE this episode, but I can't hate one that has a fist fight with a robot. I just can't.

I do love the ending punchline too of them returning it.. and the Saleman's casual and smiley "Yeah that's been happening a lot! Cash or credit?"

I do like the black mirror shout out here. While I don't watch Black Mirror, I do apricate doing something similar to it's cracked screen motif it uses for it's logo and various promos. I also like that this is more an homage than a direct parody: most kids probably won't have seen black mirror, but using the basic concept, seeing how a modern technology could be taken to scifi distopia levels in the not too distant future, works and they already had the perfect character for that. Also just as a note it would be REALLY fun to get Cheri Oteri to guest in a black mirror episode. Just saying.

At any rate this episode, while still having jokes, is more a character piece as once again the family is delivering to Big Tech, a name that's so on the nose it works. I mean they already live in big city, the pun is right there, i'd use it too.

Bill wants everyone else to stay in the car as everywhere they go there's chaos. It's a nice bit of lampshading you see from a show after a bit and I like what they do with it, with Tilly, being the quiet completlative type, wondering if that's true and what they could do about it. And while I do feel bill was wrong to leave Tilly behind, he wasn't exactly wrong on his mother and son as Gramma and Cricket bounce the second they can.

So TIlly goes to fetch her family only to find Gwendolyn Zapp's latest product presentation: New You! Using computers subjects would upload their brains, have their flaws removed and come back being perfect. It's an idea that honestly could be a black mirror episode, the idea of humanity erasing it's flaws not realizing why those matter. It's simple, horrific, and plausable.

And to seemingly prove bill's own point the greens end up destroyign the presentation: Bill accidently got trapped in a pod due to nerves, Gramma stole a fucking mech suit to piece by piece replace herself, and Cricket stole a golden egg from a bunch of geese, a truly amazing refrence.

Tilly apologizes and Gwendolyn, true to form.. is instead HAPPY.. mostly because the greens seem like the perfect test subjects for New You. They all agree, if reluctantly aside from Tilly.

So our heroes get their brains uploaded and end up in the digtial world. Sadly there are no agumon in this episode but we do get a LOT more Gwendolyn Zapp. So the plan is simple: she gets their flaws to pop up, using the computer so they appear as binary code she can use a big gun to

Away. I do like the line the episode threads: this idea is inherently unsettling, but they do thread enough comedy in the first half or so to ease you into it. And the comedy is great. We have Gwendolyn casually, and horrifyingly making backups "ALWAYS MAKE A BACKUP OF YOUR WORK", and while you can see where we're going with those, it's enough of a great bit of black comedy to see her drag full copies of the greens minus tilly into a folder to work. I also like her using a giant cable sized gun and casually answering "No" when asked if it has to be this big.

So it's time to zippy zapp their problems away: Bill's anxiety which stems from , unsuprisingly, his mother crticizing how he picked flowers as a child. Alice is just.. always angry like a hulk and Cricket got attention the first time he destroyed somethign. It's a nice bit of character in this fun high concept episodes.

So seemingly this isn't the worst thing: removing one's worst flaws probably isn't a bad idea and Bill's anxiety, Alice's rage and Cricket's destrcutiveness, impulsivness and need for attention could be worked on. The problem is Zapp.. goes too far.. she finds EVERY fault htey have and lasers it away and the result is deeply unsettling. The Perfected Greens are smily shells of who they were: Cricket is the perfect child, Alice makes cookies and is sedate and Bill is no longer afraid. What makes it so creepy, besides the nice touch of bags under the eyes, is that .. it's not them. It's something resembling them, but it's not the characters we've come to love. Thes how makes a valid if hard aseop: that yes we all have flaws... but their also part of us. They can be worked on and I appricate the show having bill, we'll get to that, make it clear they do have room for improvment, but you can't just.. remove something like Anxiety or anger issues. You can work on them, I need to work on both, but you have to accept it's part of you or you'll never get better.

So Tilly wants her old family back and Gwendolyn naturally sees this as a flaw. Thankfully we have that handy chekovs gun and Tilly frees the copies. This leads to a mirorr match, with the backups winning because their flaws give them the edge and escaping just in time as the digital world collapses, seemingly killing gwendolyn.

So this leaves a moral quandry I hadn't thought about till going to the tv tropes page that even the creators aren't sure on: Are the greens that came out really THEM? After all it apparently used the backups and the real ones were apparently erased.

My take? Yes the originals were destroyed. Which is horrifying as it means one version of the family was essnetially brainwashed and then died horribly. But the copies are ultimately the same characters: they were put away in a folder before the big change in these two versions of the greens, have all the same emotoins, memories, and what not. Like a data backup their the family BEFORE the procedure took place, and thus I treat them like the family we've been following this whole time. It'd be like if you perfectly duplicated a file on a computer: The only distinction till you change either version is that one came second. There is a lot of exestential questions from this: are the original greens technically dead? How many times can you copy yourself and still be you? But there not ones this episode sets out. It put the greens in a folder, copies perfectly so we could do this high concept without loosing them. And given they and Gwendloyn, who also backed herself up are the same, i'm inclined to treat them as the same people for the most part, just not the ones who died horribly.

Green Mirror is now one of my faviorite episodes, a creative, creepy romp with a lot of good jokes, a good message told just right, and a LOT of Gwendolyn Zapp. And even the ending as weird as it is that the greens are technically copies of themselves, had a lot of intresting implications to think about. They did a perfect homage that would fit right alongside the original.

The biggest episode of this collection and one of the series few half hour specials. It's also their second halloween special which is why we're doing this retrospective in october even though only 2/5 of the episodes are horror. I might do the other two halloween specials next year if your all intrested.

For now though Squashed! takes us to season 3, with this being the premiere though the next episode, Boss Life, seems to be the intended season premire. Still it doesen't harm the season any and is a LOT of fun.

So we open with Gwendolyn Zapp's latest project having seemingly failed. She takes some martian goop with her and leaves her staff behind to be mauled by possessed vegetables while she takes this dangerous chemical that already nearly killed people to earth.

On earth our heroes are preparing for Halloween! Their second one after Blood Moon aka that time they tied up gloria and left her for dead.

I double checked with Kev. The poor girl just gets a chuckle for this and understandably intends to just work through this at the Cafe she now owns. With the family trying to assure her that

Hopefully once season 4 wraps we can do a Gloria retrospective but for now our heroes are all getting set with Cricket and Tilly showing off their costumes: Cricket is Trickor, a jester who plays pranks and looks like Pomni before that character existed, and Tilly is bill complete with a padding pillow. Bill is touched though tells her one is enough. He has to have pride.

Said pride is shattered right after as while everyone's excited for pumpkins this years are teeny tiny. Bill goes to deliver some to Big Tech, dejected and Tilly comes along because cheering her up is what Bill does so as Bill she should cheer Bill up.

So they go to big tech and Gwen is delighted at the tiny pumpkins.. because she can juice them up with the space goo she what found. For once Bill.. isn't intrested and it makes sense. The previous three times he was offered a car that was proven to be safe, reliable and more than any trade in on the kludge could provide. He was offered extra help for a month. He was offered some mental health he didn't know going in was going to be "erase your personality with a raygun". None of them worked sure but it makes sense it'd take a few tries to make him warry of Big Tech. Granted her destroying their minds with a big ole laser and killing corrupted versions of them shoudl've also made him pull out buisness with Gwendolyn, Tilly sums up why they put up with her "She has money papa". IT's that sly commentary that sometimes when your a small buisness you have to deal with people you don't want to. Zapp is dangerous as fuck.. but she DOES clearly pay well which is more than you can say for most bilionares.

So Bill declines the untested grow juice that looked like it came out of a stygian hole in the ground. Tilly however swipes some because she just wants her dad to be happy.

So i'ts party time! That includes both a bunch of recurring characters like Officer Keys, Kiki, Bennie and Wheezie and.. whoever these people are

If you know tell me. I'm digging purple witch lady.

So the party is in full swing and everythings going smoothly for all but two guests. Vasquez is in a bad way as while he's wearing matching dinosaur costumes with Remy, which is just.. adorable, he can't quite grasp that everythings not real but also scary so his papa wolf senses are all upside down.

The other is bill whose attempts to carve the tiny pumpkins scaare the children but is delighted at the juiced up results. Naturally this being a halloween episode and us having seen Gwen leave people for dead over the results, this can't remotely go well. The fact Tilly lied on a family sitcom does not help.

Tilly gets paranoid as Benny swears he sees a face on one, and when checking in on a prank by cricket, finds out that nope, their real when one attacks them. And I LOVEEEE the designs on the alien mutant pumpkins

Three eyes and that sickly glow is all they really need to be deeply terrifying and the red pumpkin guts adds to it while adding a gore factor to their smashing. Somehow the censors okayed this and that's wonderful.

So our heroes TRY to stop the party but community sue ain't going to stop partying till community sue is ready to stop partyin.. also the pumpkins attack publicly making it hard to hdie and reveal another trick.. they can posses people by getting on their heads, taking out most everyone except bill, whose captured, tilly, cricket and Remy, and poor, poor poor gloria who closed up early to join the party only to get attacked once again

I'm really happy she seems to sit out the most recent halloween special, both segments as Gloria has been through enoguh shit. Let her make out with Katy Lynn or do some poetry in a beret in a dark room. She already has enough stress in her life.

So we're down to a small party of survivors. The good news, as Cricket finds out fighting a pumpkinfied vasquez they can be free. And better news while they got him in the first place because he thought it was another halloween fright and not an alien invasion, Vasquez is back in his comfort zone.

They do make the mistake of splitting up gang, but for valid reasons. Bill was dragged outside so Tilly goes to free him and that leaves DA Boys to clean house.

So while they do and find a weird.. horrifying eldrtich pumpkin spire growing out of people.

Gotta say love the scares in this one. It's not too extreme for kids but grown ass me is still creeped out.

So Tilly rescues Billy.. ugh.. no.. she rescues bill. Never calling him that again. Feels so wrong. Tilly rescues her daddy guy and he finds out she done fucked up and is upset. .but then gets grabbed by pumpkins again, leading to an awesome fight as Tilly and Bill go back to back:

"How are we going to fight them? "By doing what we do best.. we farm"

So we get a kickass farm tool zombie pupmkin fight with cricket eventually joining in. It's sadly for nough as our heroes get overwhelmed.. but luckily Cricket has a plan. He makes it look like he got stabbed what bad, which IS okay by network standards as this happened a few months prior

This fake death allows Tilly to run over the last pumpkin with a fucking lawnmower. Bill forgives her as hey she saved the human race from plant monsters instead of feeding them, and Zapp shows up, realizes i'ts over and heads back to mars.

Squashed is my faviorite of the five, with green mirror a close second. A fun zombie romp with a unique twist, toneso f great scares and child friendly kills, and a heck of a finale. Truly fantastic and I can see why their next special was two shorts instead. This one would be hard to top and given how the season ends, I suspect season 3 was written knowing this might be it given that's usually when Disney forces a series to clock out, hence the big swing in the second half and going all out for halloween.

So with that we end this.. oh right... that one.

We end on an.. okay one. I do like the concept: Cricket is doing deliveries for the Gloria + Green Cafe and takes HOURS to do them due to stopping off to play pingpong with Miss Torrees, a widow played by the legendary Rosie Perez. I do like the opening, cricket going around, delvering coffees and having a report with the customers.

Sadly he's also four hours late and Gloria is stressed to all hell because he disappears for hours on end, even though she knew who she was hiring and the cafe probably can , even this early on, afford to hire help that is'nt a children. So you see both sides: Gloria is right to be stressed but Cricket.. is a children and is keeping the customer company and getting another grandma out of the deal.

So in comes Gwendolyn Zapp who happened to be sitting there and offers Gloria a free delivernator, a dog like robot that is honestly the most down to earth thing she's made all series a si'ts fairly close to where real life bots are at. It can do it fast, dosen't need pay or unions. Cricket however LIKES doing deliveries so a contest is held: may the best noun win, and winner gets the job, looser gets inventory.

It goes how you'd expect: The delivernator easily laps cricket even with Remy and Vasquez slowing it down, even rebuilding itself, whlie Cricket gets held up with Ms Torres. But ultimately the fact Cricket actually spends time with the customers, if way too much on the ping pong court, that wins him as while he's not FAST the customers love him. That and he promises to cut it down. Gwendolyn can't fathom her choice but leaves with the dog anyway.

There's also a whole subplot about Gramma declaring war on the ants in the house and stabbing them with a sword after they destroy her cinnamon roles. This at least solves inventory as bill comes in half crazed willing to do anything for them and lucky he made the right turn into the coffee shop and not an alley way.

I just kinda glazed over as I watched this one so I don't have much to say. It exists, i've seen better man vs machine stories, but I appricate it for pointing out WHY workers are more valuable than souless robots. When the robots get souls then we'll be in trouble.

So that's Gwendolyn Zapp, CEO, Lunatic and one of the shows best chartacters. I admit 3/5 of these episodes are okay, not bad but not really great, but her presecne alone livens them up, while also allowing the show to take on sci fi plots with Green Mirror and Squashed. Part of why those eps could be as ambitous and fun as they were is that Gwendolyn Zapp helps break the show out of it's usually grounded nature and into it's more simpsony-over the top aspects that lay just under the surface. Again I may of only LOVED two of these episodes.. but i'm glad I saw all of them.

So that' sit.. for now as next month we take a GREEN FAMILY VACATION and look at the recent movie, with Gwendolyn front and center as our big bad. See you then and thanks to reading.

[vigilskeep]

All your ocs are so fantastic im obessed! Youre especially good at mapping thematic flaws to balance you characters & make them compelling. Do you have any tips for creating multidimensional characters?

omg thank u!!! um some tips or at least some explanation of what i do. this is going to be pretty specific to making da ocs

1. don’t be afraid to give them a trait or have them make a choice that might make them controversial or unlikeable! i generally start with one or two strong character moves and that’s what i work back from to create the character. for my main warden, it was that she started out fairly loyal to the circle, she would eventually become a blood mage, and she would spare loghain. decisions like that avoid making a forgettable character just the same as everyone else’s, and figuring out sympathetic and realistic reasons for why characters would make those decisions usually turns up something super compelling

2. when you’re playing a quest or making a decision, think less abt what you would do or what’s objectively best and instead think: what’s my character’s frame of reference for this situation? your character’s background gives them a library of experiences to use to understand new situations. for a quick and simple example, my hawke’s entire raison d’être is protecting his family, especially his sister. so when npcs act in defence of their sisters—for example the elven brothers who defect to the qun at the end of act 2 to escape justice for taking revenge on their sister’s behalf, or the blood mage who tries to hunt the serial killer quentin because he killed his sister—he immediately relates and is 10x more likely to be on their side. equally, when he thinks characters haven’t fulfilled their responsibility to protect their family, especially mages in their family, he takes a particular and personal dislike to them. it’s the easiest way to make your character’s reactions and decisions feel very personal and character-building, and avoid quests feeling flat and unrelated to your character’s journey. and the games will actively try to give you these opportunities; there’s a reason i can think of a bunch of quests where sisters come up just off the top of my head

3. as an addition to the last point, try to work with what you’ve got and pick out some of the main themes of the game to centre your character’s main conflicts on. that way everything that happens is going to be about your character

4. pick at least one companion for them to not get along with, or at least have a da2 style grudgingly respectful rivalry with. unless it’s a distinct character trait of your protagonist to try very hard to get along with everybody—and that can work, especially if it’s sometimes a character flaw that they’re so willing to compromise and mediate—having opinions and disagreements humanises them. after all, there are no companions who get along with everybody or are universally liked and that’s on purpose: it makes them realistic. why should your protagonist be any different?

5. this is a pretty standardised writing tip these days but i can’t go without mentioning it. a well written character does not have one pile of good traits and one pile of bad traits to counter. a well written character has traits, which are good in some situations and bad in others. hmm what are some da examples that are easy to pin down. fenris and morrigan are wary: it has helped them survive years of being hunted in their lives as very visible outsiders, but it also keeps them from putting down roots and connecting to others, encourages their prejudices, and makes them dismiss as fools those who seem more trusting. velanna and leliana are defensive: it makes them fierce advocates of their beliefs and prevents them sacrificing who they are to get along with others, but it also means they are quick to judge, overreact to criticism, and are easy to rile up and make fun of. loghain and first enchanter irving are pragmatic: it makes them great tactical leaders, but also makes them willing to sacrifice principles and people. none of these are inherently bad qualities, it’s just part of who people are, and only circumstances—as well perhaps as their ability to recognise their own limitations—will determine whether or not it turns out well in a given situation

6. use this sparingly to make it work properly, but people aren’t completely cohesive and clear, and major out of character decisions—and what would push them to do something so out of character—can be as defining as their usual behaviour. for example, my warden begins her story as a circle mage generally compliant with/an apologist for the circle, deeply loyal to irving. the fact that despite this she loves jowan enough to still not betray him is one of the cornerstones of her character

7. if nobody could have a completely fair evidence-based reason to actively dislike your character then you probably need to go back to the drawing board

this got way longer than i thought it would. anyway that’s my process none of it is universally required but i hope it’s a helpful start. thanks for asking!

[shelbgrey]

Glory of love(Eleazar Denali)

Chapter 9: home sweet home

Table of contents

“c-come on, you gotta know something?” Bella stuttered out from the dinning room table. I sighed and slammed the wooden spoon I was using to cook dinner.

“Bella whatever it is... It's none of your business” I said turning towrds her.

“so your telling me you haven't noticed anything weird about your boyfriend?” Bella asked as I continued to heat up the spaghetti sauce. Duke came up to me and started to beg. I shrugged at bella as I fed the dog a piece of meatball.

“I don't know, Eleazar is pretty much perfect” I smiled deciding on a sarcastic come back. “and have you given any thought that Edward might think your weird?”

“I resent that!” Bella scoffed as I started to chop some garlic. I rolled my eyes, my back was to her so she missed it.

“I'm sorry honey, but your given a fresh start. maybe you should work on yourself instead of obessing over a boy who thought you stunk in Biology��� I said starting to chop faster. She continued to complain and...

“shit!” I said jerking back.

“what happened?” Bella asked just as the door bell rang. The tip of my finger fadded into a deep red.

“I cut myself” I mumbled and headed to the bathroom.

“who's at the door?” Bella asked heading towards the door. “it's Eleazar, let him in please” I said going up stairs with Duke in tow.

As I was rinsing my finger I heard heavy foot steps get closer to the bathroom. “y/n?”

“hang on, don't come in here” I said not wanting to make him uncomfortable with my blood.

I quickly patched my finger up and left the bathroom. I opened the door and saw Eleazar leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

“are you okay love?” he asked taking my hand. I just shook my head.

“I just nicked myself cooking Bella's dinner” I said. He Kissed my wounded hand. I should have been afraid he'd drink my blood, but I felt at ease. My blood wasn't desirable to him.

“are you sure it's not deep? Carlisle can stitch it up when we get to the house” I quickly kissed his lips silencing him. “I'm fine”

“let's get going” I said grabbing his hand and lead him down stairs.

“dad's working late tonight, Bella” I said grabbing my leather jacket. She nodded grabbing a plate from the cabinet. “okay, have fun”

“bye Mr. Denali” Bella awkwardly waved as we left.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

We drove deep in the woods, I knew the Cullens and the Denalis lived outside of town but I never expected for them to be this far out.

As we got closer to our destination my chest tightened with worry. I looked out the window and started to bounce my leg nervously.

“What's troubling you?” he asked placing his hand on my knee to stop the fidgeting. Without thinking I shot him a useless fib.

“I'm fine”

He glanced at me for a second then looked back at the road as he raised an eyebrow. “so it's normal for your heart to sound like a weed eater?”

I chuckled at his unexpected comparison. I rested my head on the back of the car seat and looked at him. “What if your family doesn't like me?”

Eleazar let out an airy chuckle. “that's what's got you all riled up?” he glanced over at me after he took a turn down a dirt road. “I'm taking you to the lions den, you should be more worried about being eaten then being excepted”

I rolled my eyes with a smile. Eleazar sighed and rubbed my thigh. “hey, it's going be fine... I promise. Edward and Tayna already talk so fondly of you and everyone eles is gonna think just the same” I smiled softly.

“here we are” Eleazar said as we got to the drive way. My jaw dropped when I saw the beautiful mansion that peaked behind the trees. It was covered in windows and sleek copper colored wood. It had a modern touch and it was huge.

“holy shit” I mumbled. Eleazar chuckled and parked his Coupe Deville next to a massive blue jeep. The garage was full of expensive vehicles and the room was almost the size of my house.

Eleazar lead me to the front door and opened it. “mi casa su casa” he joked.

“it's amazing in here” I said looking at the glass stair case and all the old antique paintings hanging on the walls.

“what were you expecting Dracula's Castle? Perhaps a few cofens?” Eleazar asked as he rolled up the sleeves of his black dress shirt.

“I don't know what I was expecting” I said lacing our fingers together.

Suddenly I heard foot steps coming from above, I looked up and saw a girl with short dark hair looking over the railing on the second floor.

“Eleazar is here with his girlfriend!” she said happy. I blushed at that label, it was the first time actually hearing it.

The girl was shorter than I was, if that was even possible. I've seen her in the hallways and with Edward countless times but I never got to interact with her. She had gold eyes like the rest of them, but her's held so much more hope and joy.

“I'm Alice, Eleazar's neice” she immediately pulled me in a hug, disconnecting mine and Eleazar's hands. Eleazar rubbed his face and nervously chuckled.

“Alice, she just got here... Giver her some breathing room” I rolled my eyes and waved him off. “oh hush, you wanted me to meet your family, right?”

Alice laughed and gave Eleazar an 'I won' look. She turned back to me and took my head. “come on, everyone eles is in the living room”

She pulled me to this huge room that had a huge Charcoal gray couch that was shaped into an 'L'. A crossed from it was a huge flat-screen and a couple of book shelfs. Windows surrounded it all, making it bright and beautiful.

As I stood there I was met with a dozen pairs of gold eyes. A woman with wavy reddish-brown hair came up to me with open. Next to her was a man about her age. He was young and blond. He was handsomer than any movie star I'd ever seen. Of course he wasn't has handsome as Eleazar.

“I'm Esme and this is my husband Carlisle”

“nice to meet you” I smiled as Esme pulled me into a hug like Alice did.

“I'm glad your finally here... Eleazar wouldn't shut up about it” Carlisle smiled. Eleazar rolled his eyes and playfully pushed his best friend.

“well you already know me” Tayna said coming up next to me then pointed at two blonds. “these are my sisters, Irina and Kate”

“nice to meet you” they both smiled, Irina shook my hand but Kate just smiled and waved. I remembered Eleazar telling me about Kate's gift and how she's always nervous about touching Humans.

“then you got the other Cullens” Eleazar said turning to the couch that was holding a big Buff vampire with dark curly hair and demples, I knew him to be Emmett and he was in my 6th period film class. Next to him was a beautiful blond girl.

“that's Emmett and Rosalie” Emmett set his gamming controler down and smiled. “Jasper is around here somewhere”

“he's out hunting” Alice said then turned to me with a shrugged. “he's the newest to the diet so he's a bit shy around humans” I nodded understanding.

Rosalie then stood up and held her hand out. “nice to meet you”

“huh?” Edward said dropping his book in shock. I raised eyebrow as Edward leaned down and picked his book up.

I turned back to Rosalie and shook her hand, she smiled brightly. “Eleazar talks about you all the time, it's good to finally meet you”

“who are you and what have you done with Rosalie?” Edward asked. Rosalie shot him a nasty look and snatched his book, she bonked him on the head making him tumble back into the couch.

“yeah... Never mind she's back” he grumbled.

Eleazar rolled his eyes and took my hand as I chuckled at the sibling rivalry. “I'm gonna show her around the house”

I waved good bye as Eleazar lead me down a hallway then up the glass stairs. “you have a lovely family”

“yeah... I'm lucky to have them” he said. I stoped and looked at huge frame that held graduation caps. I pointed to them with a arched eyebrow.

“yeah it's one of their inside jokes... We move around a lot” he said as we continued to walk around.

“that must suck... Having to redo school over and over” I mumbled. Eleazar shrugged. “they've gotten used to it”

He showed me a big open room with a huge table and big glossy paino was nestled in the corner. “where we have our 'family meetings'” he air qouted.

We traveled around his humongous home and each room didn't disappoint. Towrds the end he lead me down a hallway that was full with different colored doors.

“umm...this is my room” he said opening the door for me. I walked in and was amazed how well the room fit his personality. It was a dim room with big windows. The meddiem sized room was full of books and records, there was a queen sized bed the set in the middle of the room and on both sides was tall black book shelfs.

“you have so many books” I said gliding my finger tips acrossed the spines. I had myself a laugh when I realized he used the Dewey decimal system to organize his books.

“is this a first addition?” I asked grabing a copy of The Great Gastby, it looked ancient.

“yeah, I got it when Fitzgerald first published it” he said walking up behind me as I studied the old hard back book as his hands fell to my waist. I set the book back in it's original place and continued to explore his corters.

His bed was rustic looking with a dark wooden headboard, above the headboard was an old faded flag of Spain. The bed was made neatly but covered in graded school papers.

“I thought vampire don't sleep” I asked running my finger tips on the black comfter that the bed was dressed in. “we don't... But we like to be comfortable” he chuckled.

I looked around and took notice to his other treasures. There was a pirate like trunk that sat open and it was full of old journals and artifacts from Spain. Next to it was a black Ramirez Guitar.

“you play?” I asked.

He smiled a little and and held up his thumb and pinter finger just half an inch apart. “solo un poco(just a little)”

I gave him and innocent smiled and looked up at him. “play for me?” he looked down like he was debating it really hard. I held my hands together and playfully begged.

“Por favor(please)” I asked giving him puppy eyes. He smiled and rolled his eyes. “okay” I smiled as he grabbed his guitar.

He sat at the edge of his bed and I sat down next to him. He placed his fingers on the neck and strummed it a couple of times to make sure it was in tune.

“any requests?” he asked. I shrugged resetting my chin on his shoulder. “play anything”

“okay” he played and couple of notes and I quickly cought on that he was play Elvis' 'Can't help falling in love'

I fought the urge to Humm along, I just wanted to hear him. By the time he finished the song I was speechless, he played the song so flawlessly and perfectly.

“that was beautiful, I thought you said you only played a little bit” I chuckled as he got up and put the guitar back on its stand.

“Correction, I don't play very often”

“well anytime you play I'm here for it” I said softly. He smiled and held out his hand.

“you want to see the rest of the house?” he asked. I took his hand and he pulled me up from his bed with no effort.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“you have a pool?” I asked. Eleazar chuckled and opened the glass door that led out to this greenhouse like room. Inside was this huge in-ground pool, the water was crystal clear and had beautiful white and pale blue stones suronded it. “yeah the girls wanted a pool, so when Esme designed the house she added it” Eleazar explained.

I looked around and saw the interior design matched the the house. There was expensive beach chairs with nice pillows around it. The pool also had a few love taps, there were cracks in few of the stones and couple of waters guns thrown around.

We walked along the edge as Eleazar talked more. “they use it all the time... It really brings them together”

I stoped at the ledge and stood before him with a playful smirk. “you in swim trunks is a sight I don't mind seeing” he smirked as I placed my hands on his chest.

“Yes... It's a sight to see” he said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes, he truly didn't know how handsome he really was. “but next time we decided to use it you'll be the first to know”

“so you won't mind if I did this” I laughed and pushed him in the pool. He fell gracefully and made a splash the caused my Converse to get soaked. He came back up pushing his dark hair out of his eyes. I chuckled as he locked eyes with me.

“very funny... Very funny” he said as his lips cracked into a smile. I laughed as he swam closer to the edge. “it's not funny, it's hilarious” I said plainly.

I was in the pool in a flash, he moved so fast I missed him leap out of the pool and pull me in with him. I screamed as I fell into the cold water.

He placed his hands in my waist pulling me closer. “now we're even” he clarified. I rolled my eyes playfully and placed my hands on his shoulders.

“correct?” he asked with a smirk. I splashed him and back leaned back a bit. He moved forward and planted a quick kiss on my lips. He pulled back and then splashed my face. I laughed and pushed him back.

This went on for a few minutes and as I was wipping my eyes he disappeared under the water. I looked around noticing that he was gone. “Eli?”

Nothing...

I screamed when I felt myself getting lifted up bridel style out of the water. He laughed as I wrapped my arms around his neck, hanging on. I wiggled out of his grasp and continued our little battle. He grabed my wrists, stopping the splashing. He stared down at me like he succeed in what he was trying to catch. I smiled and got closer to his chest, placing my hands there. He leaned down and captured my lips with his. I felt gust of moist wind as he sped forward. It wasn't his full speed but I felt my back gently hit the pool wall in seconds. I lost myself in the moment as his hand came up and cupped my face, the coolness of his lips and how strong yet gentl he was being. I melted into the kiss as I threaded fingers through his damp hair. I shuddered against his lips when I felt his cold finger tips trailed down the water to my skin.

-------(Cullen's pov)-------

“I haven't heard him laugh like that in years” Tayna smiled as she passed the pool room with Kate. Kate smiled as the laughter didn't let up.

“I hope it ends well” Tayna sighed.

“it will” Esme said. “and right now y/n is what makes him happy, so we'll figure out how to keep her safe”

~~~~~~~~(1st pov)~~~~~~~~

“here you can change into these” he said softly. I looked up from drying my hair and saw his bear chest, it was toned and smooth. My eyes couldn't help travel all over his body. His body was tall and perfect in every way. The dark Levi's that he changed into framed his hips perfectly.

“T-thanks” I stuttered. He handed me his black crewneck and a pair of shorts with a knowing smile. He leaned down and and our noises touched. “am I making you nervous or are you just cold, Darling?”

I gulped after relizing I got cought. “I-i don't know”

He took in my sent then kissed me gently before standing up straight. “you can get changed in the bathroom if you like, you can throw your wet clothes in the tub” he said pointing the the small bathroom that was connected to his room.

I nodded and grabed my towel and the clothes he gave me. I closed the door and sighed when I noticed how red my cheek were. “be cool” I mumbled as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

I quickly shedded my wet t-shirt and jeans and layed them out to dry in the black bath tub. I took off my soaked bra as well and and dried the rest off the way. The huge, black crewneck gave me immediate comfort. It was warm and his cologne lingard on it. I pulled the shorts up(they were probably one of the girls') and walked back into his room.

Eleazar was setting on his bed with his back against the headboard and a copy of The Shining in his lap. I smiled at his domestic state, hair going different direction, white t-shirt and jeans... The man didn't have to do too much to look perfect.

He looked up and smiled. “care to watch a movie, or are you due back home?” I smiled and pretend to think about it for a second. “I don't think the house will explode if I'm gone for one night”

“excellent, there's movies on that shelf by the Tv, pick anything you like” he said setting the book down on his night stand.

I turned my back and read all the dvds titles. There was a lot of war movies and some dramas. My fingers ran acrossed the spins till my eyes spoted a movie that I loved, Halloween. I grabbed the movie and showed him. “this okay?”

“Sure” he said. I popped the dvd in and climbed under the covers next to him. I scooted close to him and rested my head on his shoulder while his arm wrapped around my waist.

I snuggled deeper into his embrace, his scent overwhelming but comforting at the sametime. Settling down further into his warmth, I closed my eyes just basking in his comfort. I hadn't felt this at peace in forever, in the back of my mind I knew things for moving quickly, but I didn't care he made me happy and I felt safe with him.

His hand gently ran through my fingers as he looked down. “your not too cold are you?” he asked softly.

I shook my head and nudged my face into his neck. He's a vampire, of course he's ice could but I could care less. It was almost comforting since I had a history with getting hot easily.

“it doesn't bother me” I said placing my hand on his chest. A small smile formed on his face as he leaned down and kissed me softly. I reached up and placed my hand on the side of his neck, pulling him closer. As the kiss got more heated I felt his hands start to roam my body. We've kissed before but this felt different, I wasn't complaining though.

I swang my leg over him and stratled his lap as our lips locked. His hands fell and grip my waist, our eyes locked as I grind against him. He let out a grunt as I move my hands to the back of his neck, running my fingers though his hair. His hands moved the the back of my neck pushing his lips harder to mine. His toung gently touched my bottom lip asking for entrance. I granted him entrance as my hands fell to the button of his jeans.

He grunted against my lips and he quickly flips us, making my back hit the bed in seconds. His lips smashed against mine in a sering kiss as his hands had a death grip on my hips. I let out a quiet moan as he quickly worked down my neck, I moan as his teeth biting softly into my skin.

I was like his actions cought up to him, once his teeth gently bit into me he quickly leped from the bed. “I'm sorry”

I looked at him concerned as he started to pacing back and forth infront of his bed. He started rambling in Spanish, words I couldn't understand. I wasn't hurt or anything... I thought it was amazing actually.

I got up and grabed it forearm to stop his pacing, I quickly cought on that it was a nervous habit. “Eli, look at me”

He shook his head. “I can't lose control... And surly don't want to hurt you”

I stared deeply into his eyes then pulled him to my chest. His face nesseled into my neck while his arms coiled around my frame. “you didn't hurt me... And I trust you”

He softly kissed my jaw and looked up. “get some sleep, I'll take you home in the morning” he said dodging the subject. He lifted my body and set me back on his bed, I quickly got comfortable on his side. “do you apose to cuddling?” I asked resting my head on his chest.

“never” he said hugging me closer as I drifted to sleep.