#I trapped you with one good one lolol

[bysaber]

weeping dragon

pairing: neuvillette x fem!reader

summary: neuvillette thinks he isn’t deserving of your love.

content: cliche !!!, reader trapped in his house bc of rain, lil antsy but happy ending

wc: 800

a/n: mm hii!! first fic here! I hope you enjoy it I kind of wrote it in twenty minutes and I’m just publishing it without beta reading bc (we die like men) I’m just too in love with neuv and I want to share it with the world lolol

Neuvillette couldn’t bring himself to even think about making a move.

He kept many secrets, and every time he faced your bright smile he would remember it was not his place to disturb your peace. After all, how could a young woman like you endure the dangerous claws of a dragon?

You had stopped by his house to discuss the latest trial and his emotions got the best of him, causing a rain to start pouring.

A storm was approaching; lighting was seen through the window and low thunders could be heard. Neuvillette plagued himself under his breath, hoping there would be a day where he could better control his feelings.

“Here,” he said as he handed you the cup of tea. You watched the lighting curiously, “I do not think the storm will pass for a few hours. You should stay. For the night, I mean.”

You took the cup of tea and averted your eyes from the window to Neuvillette’s face. You studied him with caution, as if it was the first time you ever saw the man — even though you worked together for many months.

“Are you okay?” you asked, ignoring completely his offer.

The words got stuck in his throat and, for a few seconds, he really thought he wouldn’t answer. The man sipped on his tea, his mind racing while trying to figure out why you would ask that all of the sudden. “May I ask why are you asking me such a question?”

It was a small gesture, but he saw it all the same; the way you flexed your hand. There was something you wanted to grab?

Something you wanted to hold?

“They say… It rains when the Hydro Dragon weeps. Yeah, that's what they say,” you murmured and once again looked out the window. To the storm. “The Hydro Dragon. That would be you, right?”

Neuvillette almost choked on his tea, every part of his body malfunctioning and leaving him with only one thing for sure: in his entire existence, this was the first time he was left completely and utterly speechless.

Your warm and comforting eyes turned to him, and you grabbed his cup of tea to put it alongside yours on the coffee table. “Neuvillette,” you spoke his name as if it was a piece of poetry you were yet to learn — eager to do so, “Talk to me.”

And then— your hands, so small and fragile if compared to his, touched him. Your fingers traced his, and you embraced his hand between yours. He could feel the warmth of your skin contrasting against his cold one, pulling him closer, closer, closer.

“When did you figure it out?” was the first thing he said, scared it may be recent. If so, there still is time for you to run, for you to escape. To turn your back and never see him again. It’s probably the best for you, he knows, but this little selfish part in him can’t stand the thought of seeing you gone.

“A month ago or so, it doesn't matter,” you’re quick to cut the subject. “I didn't mention it because I knew you didn't want me to. I’m just worried, that's all.”

Worried.

She is worried.

The realization clicks in Neuvillette’s mind, for the first time in so long acknowledging that maybe, just maybe, he was too, deserving of someone’s concern and care.

“You are saying it does not matter,” he repeats as if to confirm what he just heard.

I pushed you because I cared about you. I pushed you because you made me feel good and comfortable. I pushed you because I thought my true self would frighten you.

Yet, you’re here. And you’re telling me it doesn’t matter.

“It doesn’t. Never did,” you frown. “I just wanna know, no— I need to know why it is raining, Neuvillette. Why would you weep? I’m here with you, talk to me.”

Without giving it a second thought, Neuvillette’s right hand finds your lower back and in a split second you're pressed against his chest, the tightest hug you have ever been given. He’s much taller than you, and you can feel perfectly as he inhales your scent and hugs you tightly.

“Neuv—”

“I thought I had to restrain myself from you. I thought I was no good,” he finally speaks his mind, distancing himself enough for you to see his face; the weeping Dragon. Oh, the melancholy in his eyes.

The eyes of someone who almost lost something precious.

“Neuvillette,” you whispered. “There’s nothing better for me than you.”

And it was true; so you pulled on his hair just enough to have him connecting your lips, a sigh of relief escaping him as if there was nothing in this world he had anticipated more.

[shutupineedtothink]

More ep 7 thoughts, now that I’ve watched it twice and processed 🫠

Bookending the episode with Lilia’s fall but first it’s down and then it’s up - sick, twisted, beautiful, devastating, I’m crying

The soundtrack really goes hard in this ep

The wildest part about the “ex best friend” line is all of those things are equally insane - ex, ex best friend, or best friend. Like ma’am what hex were you living in

Babysitter is likely a reference to the comics, but interesting also in terms of WV because we saw Agatha babysit the twins only once I think. Does this mean she actually spent more time with them than we know?

Wow once again Kathryn Hahn is doing so much work in this first scene with Billy, she’s going from snarky to wary to calculating to hurt to i don’t even know. She’s doing a masterclass in face acting.

When they start to climb toward the castle, Agatha has her hands clasped behind her back and initially I was just like ma’am, why are you like this, but then I realized oh. Her hands are tied right now.

Waning moon for the Crone trial babyyyyyy called it

Fun and fast transition to get us into the trial, since we know the deal by now

She’s based on me you know — sooooo, tragic, misunderstood, secretly suffering her whole life, constantly judged by others, uh huh uh huh

Prove it - he really doesn’t believe a word she says! And she looks so hurt by it!

The way Agatha sits in the chair omg girl please chill

This is such like an Indiana Jones trap I love it

God I love Lilia’s visions, changing the perspective to hers, the blurring around the edges - sometimes you don’t need to do much, but it’s hella effective

Actually a lot of good camera tricks in this ep I’m not going to point them all out

It’s about limiting beliefs baybeee - once again the writers showing they know their psych

I’m sorry that tea leaves to the underground transition??? Spectacular

“Well tell me what more I should see when I look at you. No, I mean it” - hey nonviolent communication, how’s it going 🤌

God can you imagine how scary it would be to have these visions as a CHILD

Did you not see imminent impalement in your future?? Lol why did this get me

I get the fake nose on Agatha but idk maybe I could’ve done without it

Teenager his full name LOLOL underrated joke

Dory OMGGGGG

Jen being the ultimate Lilia champion this ep and I love it. Also seems to contradict her behavior even more in Agatha’s trial, but she’s still more snappy with Agatha here too

What are you wearing, I don’t wanna talk about it - bruh every line. EVERY LINE.

Did I mention the transitions are killer

Your task is not to control but to see. - I, I can’t keep writing down every line but

I love that as soon as Jen knows what’s going on, she’s totally on board, just asking Lilia for intel, like yep this is normal now

Ahhh the spell book. Interesting that Lilia finds it.

Ohp - I wish Lilia was here. Ask and you shall receive - see the Billy’s Road theory

She calls him baby again 😭

Is snappy dialogue one of my biggest joys on this earth? I think it is

Proper tarot takes time and care. And leads to large gaping wounds - …. You mean like internal wounds? Like trauma? Like you have to bring up the trauma to heal it? Uh huh uh huh cool cool cool cool you said it Agatha not me.

The Magician, the ability to turn all of your goals into reality - Agatha immediately side eyes him. Bruh.

I’m a forgotten woman. Then remember yourself. 🤌🤌🤌

I was falling. I will fall. - CAMERA. MOVEMENT.

What will you do with your remaining time 🤝 all we can do is decide what to do with the time that is given to us. Iykyk.

The subway baybeee get that House of R theory

God this tarot spread scene is so epic.

Ok Jen being the path ahead… I gotta come back to that

Agatha is the obstacle yep that makes sense (but the obstacle is the way)

Windfall - Billy, miraculous transformation uh yep ok

Destination - Death. Such a good reveal, even if I already knew it. Once again the power of good writing. In the end all roads lead to me. UGH WTF

NOT THE GREEN VINES SPELLING A BIG OL “R” WHEN THE DOORS OPEN

The original green witch…. Ok so she is in the coven… but also Billy’s in the coven? It’s a shared black heart? Or it means you can go one direction or the other… hm.

Ughghghghhh her just giving them each what they need before she sends them onward. She’s the GOAT.

Did I mention the music????

This whole scene is so EPIC. The tower upright fuck it up queen

Oh my God Lilia took her power back 😭

We didn’t see a body unlike Alice I’m holding onto that “see you at the end” lyric with all my might at this point

Time in a bottle was sick and twisted and beautiful I love it

I just… can’t believe this is something I got to witness. Like it’s so good I’m mad about it.

A few other quick thoughts:

Jen being the path ahead… if she was birth in the first trial (see my maiden mother crone trial theory), then maybe she’s also REbirth? It’s a circle sewn with fate… we’re going back to the beginning but emerging from the Road this time. Eh??

Patti…. PATTI!! Where’s her Emmy? Where’s the show’s Emmy???

Not only was this a better time travel plot than the rest of Marvel as I said in another post but it’s also better than time travel in Doctor Who for the last 10 years and that pisses me off low key.

Not to jump ahead but buckle up kids cuz if we’re following the loose structure of WandaVision then ep 8 is our flashback/reliving the trauma episode for Agatha and as much as I was destroyed by this ep I am so not ready for all of that.

Anyway. What a masterpiece. I’m DONE.

[wongyuseokie]

Count for Me | c.s.c

Summary: You’re unsure what to get your boyfriend for Valentine’s. Thankfully, he has a plan, and you might just be very spent after giving him exactly what he wants. 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut |  ♥ completed works Word Count:  2454 words Pairings: Seungcheol x Female Reader Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: PWP. Smut & Fluff Content Warnings: Smut, fluff. Seungcheol is a dom and wears a suit. Yes, that’s a warning. I’m not sure exactly what else to put, except this is just pure filth. Mentions of Seungcheol’s toned body because that’s its separate warning. Cuddling and bath time fluff. 

Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex, overstimulation, hard dom! Seungcheol, use of sex toys, oral (male & female receiving). Squirting, fingering, blindfolds, collars, handcuffs. Spanking? Deep throating, cum swallowing. Creampie. Slight degradation? Multiple orgasms, to the point of it being lowkey spent. Lolol. 

Authors Note: This was written for a Valentine's Day Fic Exchange for my ever-so-lovely @missgeniality. Ilysm, it's been an absolute pleasure getting to torture you with Seungcheol thirst traps and making you simp for him the way I do. Hehe. Authors Note 2: Thank you to @here4btsfics, as always, for beta'ing and helping me out with this fic, that too on Christmas ilysm 💕!! Thank you also to @darlingvernon for reading over this and giving me feedback. ILY and ty for thirst traps.

Cross Posted to AO3 © wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

“Seungcheol, baby, what do you want for Valentine’s Day?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's toned torso. Seungcheol smiled as he clasped his hand over yours. 

“Princess, I have everything and more. What more could I possibly want?” You sighed against his broad shoulders, humming as you thought about what to get him. Seungcheol grinned as he turned around to face you, his hands on your waist, pulling you into his bare chest. His hand trailed along your spine, making you shiver, and his hand wrapped around your nape. 

“Princess, I have one present in mind, but baby, I need you to be honest in your response.” You nodded.

 “What is it?” Seungcheol’s grin grew.

“I want to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk. I want to cuff your wrists behind your back. I want you on your knees and a collar around your pretty little neck, one with a chain so I can pull on it, princess. Oh, and I want you to call me daddy.” You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

“Yes, Daddy.” 

“Tomorrow evening, princess, be ready.”

The following evening, you had spent the last hour exfoliating, shampooing, and shaving. You wanted to be clean and soft for Seungcheol, wearing a lace bra and underwear when Seungcheol entered the room. 

Seungcheol was wearing a black suit; he smiled when he saw you. 

“Lie down, princess,” Seungcheol said, his voice low, and you nodded, lying down on the bed. Seungcheol grabbed your ankles and spread your legs apart. You felt two cold cuffs clamp around your ankles, one cuff on your foot and one around the bedpost. You propped yourself up on your elbows and saw Seungcheol undressing down to trousers; you drooled at seeing his naked torso. 

“Baby,” you mewled, and a sharp slap to your cunt made you buck. 

“That’s daddy to you,” Seungcheol said. His eyes were piercing, his voice making you gulp. 

“Sorry, daddy,” you apologised, making Seungcheol groan, his cock hardening at the nickname.  

“Safeword, sweet girl?” 

“Peaches.” 

“Good girl, time for daddy to have fun with you,” Seungcheol said as he pulled your arms together and cuffed them together. 

“Simple rules, princess. You do not touch me unless I tell you to. Address me as anything other than daddy, and you won’t cum. Understood?” You nodded, already feeling yourself grow wet at his words. 

Seungcheol left the room, and when he returned, he had a few things in his hands. He placed a silk blindfold on you, making you feel as if all your senses were heightened at losing your vision. You heard Seungcheol move, and you felt him sit between your spread legs. Seungcheol moved his hands up your body until they landed on your breasts, massaging and fiddling with the lace material; he pulled down the lace fabric to reveal your breasts and hardened nipples. He bent down and wrapped his plush lips around your nipple while his hand massaged the other breast. Seungcheol loved your breasts; every time you wore a tight shirt, he ended up fucking you no matter where you were; he’d find a place. 

Countless moans and sighs left your lips as Seungcheol’s ministrations had you in complete and utter bliss. You felt Seungcheol move his mouth away from your breast. When he latched on your nipple again, you felt a cold sensation as Seungcheol sucked on your nipples with an ice cube in his mouth. You tried to move to feel his mouth on your nipples further; however, the cuffs rendered that attempt useless. Seungcheol dragged the ice cube down to your stomach before throwing it away. 

Seungcheol moved his hands to your lace panties, ripping them at the crotch, groaning when he saw how wet and swollen you were. “All this for me, baby?” You nodded, “Yes, daddy. All for you.” Seungcheol smirked, hearing how desperate you were, how you practically begged; it shot straight to his painfully hard erection. 

Seungcheol ran his long fingers along your swollen cunt, each stroke parting your wet folds, making you whimper as he gently grazed your folds. “Daddy, please, more.” You breathed out, “gladly, pretty girl.” Seungcheol nodded, not that you could see.

Seungcheol moved his fingers away from your cunt and collected another ice cube. He ran the ice cube along your wet pussy, several times until he fixed it onto your swollen clit, running it in circular motions on your clit. Seungcheol kept rubbing until the ice cube melted on your cunt. 

“Daddy, please. I’m so close.” 

“you’ve been such a good girl; let me make you cum,” he hummed as he circled his fingers on your clit, making you cum, and shake. 

“Count.” 

You gulped, trying to catch your breath, “one.” 

Seungcheol pulled the blindfold off you, smiling at your fucked out state. 

“What’s your lucky number again, princess?” You glared at him. You know he didn’t forget and were fucked for picking eight as your lucky number. 

“I seem to have forgotten.” 

“Eight,” you muttered, and Seungcheol grinned. 

“Seven more orgasms, pretty girl. We’ve only just begun.” Seungcheol said, and you felt your cunt clench at his words.

Seungcheol undid the cuffs on your wrists and legs, rubbing and kissing where the cuffs sat on your skin.

Seungcheol undressed and laid down next to you, his feet at your head, and tapped your thigh, and you knew what he meant. You crawled onto him, your wet cunt on his mouth while your hands and mouth found his hardened length. Seungcheol wrapped his lips around your clit, and started to suck. You almost forgot about his erection until you felt a harsh slap on your ass. 

“Suck me off, baby girl, make daddy cum,” Seungcheol instructed, and you moaned as you took Seungcheol into your mouth. He was thick and long, and it was easy to gag on his length in this position, but you liked the feeling of choking on him. It made you delirious and turned you on even more. 

You ran your tongue along the side of his shaft, making him hiss. Another slap to your ass made you moan. 

“Don’t you fucking tease me.” You nodded and took his length in your mouth, moaning at his taste; you sucked, circled your tongue on his tip, tasting his arousal and moaning. You always thought he tasted so good. You moved your mouth down, deep-throating his length. Seungcheol bucked his hips into you. You ran your hands along until you reached his balls and started to massage them. 

You moaned around Seungcheol’s cock as he pushed his tongue inside your cunt. Your moans kept vibrating against Seungcheol’s length, making him whine and whimper. You felt him still suddenly as he spilled his release inside you. He groaned against your cunt as he came into your mouth. The vibrations of his groans pulsated against your clit, making you shake and cum onto his tongue. You kept sucking and swallowing his release; he whined in overstimulation as you kept sucking on his now over-sensitive tip. 

Seungcheol slapped your ass, making you take his cock out of your mouth and fall back next to him. 

“Did my baby enjoy daddy’s tongue?” You nodded as Seungcheol got up and started searching your drawers. He pulled out a purple dildo; it could penetrate you and stimulate your clit. 

Seungcheol rolled his eyes, “pretty girl. You remember your lucky number, right? What number are we at now? 

“Two.” 

“Good girl, I get to make you cum six more times,” Seungcheol noted, and you felt your cunt clench around nothing at his words. Seungcheol pushed the toy inside you, your back arching. He positioned the clit stimulator on yours and turned the toy on, showing you no mercy as he kept you moaning as the toy thrusts in and out of you.

“Does this toy feel better than daddy, princess?” You shook your head no. Seungcheol pulled the toy out of you, making you whine, and slapped your clit.

“Answer me.” You whimpered as you felt his fingers tracing your swollen clit. 

“No, daddy.” You breathed out. 

“With the way you’re moaning, I’d think the toy is better than I am.” 

You furiously shook your head, “nothing is better than your cock, daddy.” You thrashed about as Seungcheol kept rubbing your clit. 

“Really?” Seungcheol said, moving his fingers away from your clit, making you whine. 

“Please, daddy, please let me cum.” Seungcheol smirked.

“Oh princess, I love when you beg.” Seungcheol placed the toy back inside you and leaned down to wrap his full lips around your clit, sucking and licking the swollen nub. You started to shake as you came. Seungcheol pulled out the toy and pushed his tongue inside you. Moaning as he tasted your sweet release, you fisted your hands in his hair, tugging as he licked you out. 

You felt a sharp slap on your clit, making you buck your hips, “count,” Seungcheol demanded. 

“Three.” Seungcheol smiled, placed a kiss on your swollen cunt and moved away. 

“Off the bed and on your knees, princess,” Seungcheol instructed, and you shakily got off the bed and got onto the floor on your knees. 

“Safeword?” Seungcheol asked as he gently cupped your face in his hands. 

“Peaches.” He smiled and pulled you in for a kiss. 

“Good girl.” Seungcheol grabbed a leather collar with a metal chain and placed it on your neck. He pushed a smaller, but insanely powerful vibrator inside your cunt, “you’re going to suck me off, and that vibrator is going to make you cum. This chain is just to ensure that your lovely mouth doesn’t move away from my cock, understood?” You nodded.

Seungcheol turned the vibrator to its highest setting and walked back until he sat on a chair. He motioned for you to come over. “Crawl to me, princess.” You whimpered. The vibrator was already starting to stimulate you, and crawling to him made you dizzy with lust. You crawled until you reached Seungcheol. 

You wrapped your hands around his thick length and your lips around his tip. You started by sucking the end of his cock, red and dripping in precum. You swiped your tongue against it and took him into your mouth. You felt Seungcheol yank on your chain, making you choke around his cock, and making you pull off cock.  

“Don’t you dare tease me.” 

You nodded as Seungcheol let go of the chain and wrapped your lips around his thick length, sucking and moaning as you deep throat him. You began to whimper, moaning around his cock as the vibrator kept moving inside your cunt. You stilled as you came and started to massage his balls, anything to ensure that your orgasm didn’t entirely consume you. 

“Did you cum, princess?” Seungcheol asked, his voice low and staring at you with half-lidded eyes; you pulled your mouth off his dick just to answer him for a second. 

“Yes.” 

Seungcheol nodded, “how many does that make?” he asked with a smirk., 

“Four.” 

Seungcheol nodded, “get up,” you did as he asked. Seungcheol stood up and pulled the collar off you; he placed soft kisses on the tender skin, making you smile. Seungcheol reached down to pull out the vibrator; he brought the metal device to your lips. 

“Open. Taste yourself, princess.”

You opened your mouth and licked the toy until you had cleaned it. Seungcheol groaned at the sight, “fucking hell.” Seungcheol pushed you back onto the bed and climbed on top of you. He lifted your legs onto his broad shoulders and pushed himself inside you. 

“Fucking hell.” You wailed. You were so incredibly sensitive, and his length inside of you felt too much and too good simultaneously as he started to thrust. 

“Fucking hell, baby, you are so fucking tight.” Seungcheol moved his hand down to your clit, and rubbed as he pounded into you. 

“Daddy, please, I can’t.” Seungcheol slapped your clit before resuming his thrusts.

“You picked eight as your lucky number. Don’t complain.” You moaned as he kept fucking you. You felt something snap inside you, thrashing about until you came around his cock, clenching. Seungcheol continued to fuck you through your orgasm until he came inside you. 

“Number, princess?” 

You felt tears of pleasure running down your face, “five.” 

Seungcheol smiled, “you’ve been so good for daddy, baby.” You whimpered and moaned; you were a mess. 

Seungcheol pulled out gently. He moved down your body and to your cunt. Seungcheol pushed his tongue inside you and licked you until he had cleaned his release out of you, making you cum again. 

“Number?” 

As your eyes rolled back in pleasure, you sighed, “six.” You tried to pull away from his grip, but his arm wrapped around your thighs, making it impossible for you to do so. Seungcheol kept licking your swollen and felt folds, his lips massaging your throbbing cunt. He kept licking until you came again. You felt a harsh slap on your clit, making you curl up and whimper. 

“Daddy, I can’t.” You whimpered again as you felt your seventh orgasm consume you entirely. 

Seungcheol gently held your face. “Hey, hey. Are you okay? I can stop.” 

Your heart swelled at his concern. “We’re at seven, daddy. Just one more, please fuck me, daddy.” You whispered, and Seungcheol felt his cock harden at your tone. Your heart melted at his concern. Seungcheol flipped you onto your hands and knees and pushed his cock inside you; you fell forward as he did so. Seungcheol caught you and held you up as your legs gave way. 

You were tight, and his length would split you in half at this rate. Seungcheol pounded into you; there was no rhyme or rhythm to his movements; he wanted you to cum. You suddenly wailed as your legs gave way, and you squirted hard, pushing his cock out of you. You shuddered and shook at the orgasm that consumed you. Seungcheol smirked. 

“Princess, you squirted for daddy, good girl.” You nodded, not knowing what you agreed to; you were fucked out. “On your knees, princess.” You tried to protest but shakily got on your knees as Seungcheol started stroking himself. 

“Open, swallow daddy’s cum.” You nodded, and Seungcheol stroked and pushed his cock into your mouth, his grip tightening on your hair as he came to your mouth. His warmth coating your throat. Seungcheol gently pulled out of your mouth.

You whimpered and nodded as you fell back on the bed. Seungcheol smiled at you and went to the bathroom. Moments later, he carried you to the bathroom and gently placed you into the tub. Seungcheol got in behind you and pulled him in for a kiss. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” 

Seungcheol smiled at you. “God, I’m so fucking glad that your lucky number is eight.”

[thesupremeuziplushy]

N simp anon again lolol this time wondering how would N react to a DD reader who is injured during a hunt and consistently insists they are fine (despite several terrible wounds)

Gender doesn't matter but preferably male or gn okay good day :) ^^!!

Welcome back, N simp anon! Reader is male.

N x Injured!MD!Reader

It was meant to go like any other hunt, behead a few workers with N and drink their delicious oil. You'd go from building to building, using them as cover to strike the ignorant workers when they least expect it, hiding in the shadows or behind the barely standing walls. And most of the time, it worked! Despite the damage the buildings endured from the core collapse, they proved to be quite durable, to your surprise.

However, the workers weren't all that dumb. They quickly adapted to your strat, setting up traps in the aforementioned buildings. And to your unluck, you hid in one of them, waiting to strike on the unsuspecting workers until an explosion caught you off guard. In seconds you were thrown against the walls with a pipe impaling you in the stomach. The place rumbled and you look up to see debris falling directly on you. If it weren't for your sweet boyfriend N, blocking the falling stones with his wings, you would have been squished into a pancake. He carried you out of the building, letting the workers run away.

"Honey! Are you alright?!" He sets you down gently against a still-standing wall and you groan. The wound should have healed by now but the big gaping hole is still present.

"I-I'm fine! We can still catch up to them if we fly now." You look towards the direction the workers ran to, already feeling the taste of their sweet oil on your tongue.

"You can't go like that! You didn't even regenerate!" N says with full panic, wanting to pick you up again but you squirm against him.

"N, I promise you, I'm fine!" You grab his arms, making him look gently into your eyes. "Besides, I can't let my dear boyfriend starve!" You add dramatically to light up the mood, and N returns it with the tiniest smile.

"And I can't let my boyfriend hurt himself more." He finally picks up, holding your body close to him. "Besides, we can always return for more. But I can't replace you, you know?"

You sigh. "I know. I'm only doing that because I love you, though!"

"Hehe, I love you too!"

I wanted it to be longer but ran out of ideas, whoops. Hope you still enjoyed it!

[saey707]

*heavy breathing* pls, feed my thirst with a little heartsteel kayn pls I need him -I-I need to read some yandere heartsteel kayn *coughs* I can't breath I need him to be angry at me for his own feelings omg omg I need it I need the water

✿ Prompt: Kayn is a toxic boyfriend ✿

♡ champion focus: kayn ♡ tw: npd, yandere ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author's Note: Your request made me laugh so hard that I had to respond as soon as possible LOLOL ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა I'm always down for writing toxic yandere boys! So let's get into Kayn ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ Enjoy!

Most days, you couldn't help but feel like you were trapped in a relationship with Kayn. Yes, you loved him, hell you even accepted him the way he was... But really, that was only because you feared what he could if you did try to speak up.

The warning signs were always there- People constantly reminding you... no, warning you that Kayn was toxic. But, you chose to ignore them. You wanted to believe there was some degree of good inside of Kayn. You wanted to love him like no one did before. You tried to convince yourself that you could even change him!

However, seeing Kayn in all his selfish, narcissistic colors made you realize far too late that you were stuck with him... and Kayn loved the power he had over you.

He loved having control over your shared relationship and felt like he could do as he pleased whenever he pleased. Time and time again Kayn would exercise unscrupulous control and influence over you. And you let him.

The control issues Kayn harbored at the beginning of your relationship were small. So much so, that you believed he was just obsessive-compulsive. He spoke devilish whispers that persuaded you to do things you would never do. He had you wrapped around his finger. He had you in his possession. His trap.

And as the devil's web unwound, it was only a matter of time before he was only just beginning to control every aspect of your life, from deciding what you wore out to events together to who you spoke to.

"I saw Aphelios looking at you the other day. You shouldn't trust him. You never know what the intentions of the quiet ones are..."

"I heard what Yone said to you the other day. You shouldn't listen to him... He has no idea how happy we are together!"

"I don't want you talking to Ezreal anymore!"

While the rest of the band felt it was wrong to enable Kayn, they kept quiet. They kept their distance when you all were alone. Because Kayn knew as much about them as he knew about you. And Kayn wasn't afraid to abuse the information he knew he sabotage all of them if they crossed him and his relationship.

The only sigh of relief you ever had was when the group performed interviews out of the country. Even though you could tag along, you chose not to. You made the excuse that you had work, and that saved you every time. Work was the only thing you had in your life that gave you some sense of control. Kayn couldn't take that away from you... yet, at least.

"Why aren't you texting me back? Are you listening to me?!" "Answer right now!!" "You're seriously going to put your phone on mute this long?! Who the hell do you think you are?!!" "Fine then. You did this to yourself. Keep that in mind." "LMAO" "When I get back you better hope that I'm fucking happy!!"

And he made sure to let the world know how frustrated he was.

"So Kayn, how is your relationship with your partner? You both are still together right?!" The interviewer happily questioned, your boyfriend playing the part, showing off that devilishly smug smile in front of his awestruck audience.

It made you feel sick to your stomach. It made you dread what he was about to say and what he could say.

"Oh, we are! Things between us are better than ever. We're both so happy..." His smile fell. "But..." He began to brood, looking off to the side for a moment. The audience ate up his vulnerability.

"They get so busy with work sometimes. I just wish they could respond to me sooner! Babe, if you're watching this, answer me!! Ahahaha!!" His smile returned, the others trying to hide their discomfort with joyful laughter.

"Well, I'm sure they'll be happy to see you when you get back Kayn. Don't be so discouraged!" The interviewer reassured him, Kayn rubbing the back of his neck, staring forward at the camera. Staring forward at you.

That was the telltale sign: That you were absolutely, most positively, fucked.

[vasito-de-leche]

Hiya! I saw that requests were open, and I wanted to ask if you could do literally anything for Vertin and a reader who's romantic. I'd prefer if the reader was not involved with St. Pavlov in any way and actively avoids/makes it known they hate the Foundation, but I'd love anything that has to do with just Vertin tbh.

Anyway that's all, have a good day/night!

;R1999 VERTIN - "this life and the next"

Vertin x Reader. 1.1k words. hurt/comfort It's the end of an era and you have to say goodbye to the love of your life. But Vertin isn't ready to let go of you yet - she'll always find you in this life and the next.

I went for a little oneshot for this one and tried to do the opposite of my usual stuff to focus on the reader's POV for once lolol. still kept things pretty vague (hopefully) so this can be read as an arcanist/human reader!

ty for the request nonnie! not sure if the romantic part came across because, well. MY HAND SLIPPED WHEN WRITING THIS AND I GOT A BIT CARRIED AWAY. HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANYWAY!

Her hand slides into yours.

Vertin's skin is cold, it always has been, but her grip is firm and steady whenever she holds you. There is an unwavering confidence in her movements that sweeps you off your feet, like this is simply how things were meant to be.

Like the whole universe was meant for you and her, and nothing else.

You know of her role and title - the Timekeeper - and just the thought alone makes your chest ache. You know the things they expect of her, back in that awful institution of self-righteous bureaucrats, and your free hand curls up into a fist. You know of her safe haven, a pocket dimension in that suitcase she carries everywhere, but what good is it for when she's still trapped in a gilded cage?

This is an unspoken truth, one no one dares to mention in her presence - all the people she's saved throughout the eras, they know that their freedom and their future comes at the cost of hers. You know this, and so does she.

Above all, you know her.

She's Vertin, your precious, little dove. She's cold and she's the warmest person you ever met. She's hard to read and every little detail about her betrays that stoic nature. She will never stop trying to do the right thing, even when dealt the worst possible hand. You love her for it.

And you love that, at the end of the world, she's chosen to be here with you.

The timer on her forearm continues ticking down, but you don't care what the bold orange numbers say because the moment they reach zero, your life will end. And you've chosen enjoy every single second you have left with her.

If life were a movie, this would've been the perfect third act climax - a temporary goodbye between people who are destined to be together against all odds. There would be a fade to black, and the next scene would show you and Vertin, older and happier than ever, unbothered by the problems of a distant past.

Vertin calls out your name, bringing you back to the current present - your chest feels lighter than ever even as the rain begins to pour.

"I'm sorry. We only have about-"

"Hush, hush. I don't want to hear about that right now." You're quick to silence her with a gentle finger atop her lips. It's your turn to ease her worries, after all the burdens she's chosen to carry. "I want to hear what you think about the future."

There's a moment of silence, she's considering your words very carefully. You don't need to be a genius to know that she's dying to ask you to join her. You could brave the storm with her and everyone else if you try hard enough - but you're not willing to become another pawn for the Foundation. You can't do that to yourself, you've seen the way they treated Vertin, Sonetto, Matilda - everyone else. You've seen what Manus Vindictae do to their people.

"...Right now?" You nod at this, it's only fair after she's asked pretty much everyone she knows. You want to hear it, the hopes she holds in her heart. Vertin takes a deep breath. "You want to know what I think of the future, what I want in it. Correct?"

Somehow, the intensity of her voice makes your heart skip a beat. Like she's made up her mind about something important.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see it - water moving up, rain being reversed - but you keep your focus on Vertin and nod once again.

She pulls you into her arms, a hand in the back of your neck and the other one wrapped around your waist. In this position, with your face nestled in her neck, all you can see is the rise and fall of her chest in the little space left between your bodies.

Your face is flushed with both love and embarrassment - even now, Vertin is trying to protect you from seeing the chaos that surrounds you. You want to speak, to tease her for being such a reliable knight in shining armor, tell her that she can't keep making you fall in love with her, that you're meant to be the hopeless romantic - but she beats you to it.

"I want to see the future you told me about. One without pain, where everything is just one never-ending fairytale. I want a gallant, white horse to ride with you into the sunset. All those cheesy things that you love, I want all of them."

Her hold on you tightens. There is a constant, loud booming sound, like a dying star, that makes your ears hurt but Vertin's voice rises above it. Your grip on her is just as desperate.

"And I don't want to say goodbye to anyone ever again."

It's the end of an era, you can feel yourself dissipating, being pulled apart from inside out by time itself. The tears flowing from your eyes fly upwards instead, and you only let out a choked laugh when you pull away from Vertin, just enough to see her face. She's crying just like you.

"You're so mean, even now you're calling me cheesy and making fun of me." Your voice breaks when you say this, but you still manage to keep a light-hearted tone. "Hey, Vertin?"

There's a glimmer of hope in her eyes, like she's waiting for you to say yes, to dive head-first into her suitcase and forget about this bitter moment.

"Do you think we get our happy ever after in another universe? That we'll find each other, no matter what?"

Just as you stop feeling your feet, your legs, your arms - Vertin leans forward, her forehead against yours. You hate hearing her so vulnerable and broken like this, but you still commit every detail of her face and her voice to memory.

"Yes. Yes, no matter what it takes, I'll always find you."

"Promise?"

Those are the last words you utter before the universe rips you apart and the world fades to black.

You jolt awake, feeling a suffocating pressure in your chest. It's hard to breathe, even more so now that you realize you're crying. Something shifts to your left, the sound of blankets rustling about - the sudden movement makes you flinch, still dazed in your fear.

A cold hand slips off from yours. Someone yawns and whispers your name in the faint light of dawn.

"...Deep breaths, okay? Make sure to breathe with me." Her words are rehearsed, calm. You breathe in and out as she instructs. Once you calm down, the woman next to you sits up and rests her head on your shoulder. Her long, silver locks tickle against your skin.

"Feeling better, love?"

Almost on instinct, your hand reaches out for hers, now tracing circles on her bare forearm. No more "Storms", no more orange numbers, no more goodbyes.

"Yeah, it was just a... dumb nightmare. Thanks for the help."

This is your happy ever after. You turn just enough to kiss the top of her head and smile into her hair when she yawns again. That one is contagious, you yawn as well, feeling much more relaxed.

"Mhm...Oh, your breath smells like the leftovers we ate for dinner."

"Vertin! Way to ruin the moment!"

[sulfies]

Desmond would 100% have a praise kink. He can flirt like no one's business, but the minute any of the boys start telling him what a "good boy" he is or that he is "doing so good", his brain shuts down and he melts.

Or him having a horrible realization he has a daddy kink would be funny.

I think we can agree All the Assassins have praise kink... They all havent been appriciated enough lol. I think All (including Des) would be emberassed by it lowkey tho

Connor would say "hmm...better than how I would set it, good job" to Ezio after he sets a snare trap and ezio is like "...learned from the best" inside he is yippiiii~

Altaïr would praise Desmond in training and Desmond would instantly put 100% more and try to show off that he can fight like Altaïr lol

Ezio would say smthn like "Your thirst of knowledge makes me jelous Altaïr, You got a good head for a lot..." First altair would snip back at the innuendo but also be smug about Ezio calling him smart the whole day (even tho yes ofc he is duh)

Desmond would patch Connors wounds and be like "goddamn what did they feed you, how are you built like this, where did these genes go and why did they miss me?!" Admire his muscles and Connor slowly blushes more as he stares at the ground and if he maybe flexes his bicep or stuff a bit when Des touches...who can blame him

Someone could ask one of the 3 about a memory or something and they would be like "oh I dont remember it was yrs ago wasnt that big of a-" and Desmond would be like "I fkcn do, here is how it went and how awsome it was" and the other would be like trying to not grin the whole time like lovesick dumbass

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Now

Im such a fkcn party pooper but I dont like Daddy kink😭 no shaming those who like it tho, I do enjoy a hot father figure character. I think its the same w me not liking english petnames it just sounds weird to my ear lol 😭 Turkish also use "Baba" so I cant have him say it in other languages as well like for Altaïr lolol

[ang3lwithapen]

I hate how the longer I'm on this damn blog the more inlove i fall with H and i like don't want to!! They send my red flag alerts into overdrive! Stop making them so adorable and interesting. I didn't ask for an onion okay! We don't need to see all these layers.. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I wanna just fall in love with like the most normal RO in an IF for once!!

if normal can even be used on these siblings, tbf , but noooooooo.... i always get drawn to the ones that are an absolute pain to romance and make me wanna be an antagonistic little shit. And stress out over updates while obsessing over them.

And i don't wanna love it so much 🫣🫣🫣🫣

Accurate depiction of me internally throwing a tantrum.

Omg “onion” is such a good way to describe H, unironically. They have so many layers to them it’s not funny.

And lolol you fell in the H trap uh?? I would say I’m sorry, except I’m not :p

Hope the next update is gonna make you like them even more!

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

If requests are still open can I request moonlight gentleman with ❛ i'll take good care of you, i promise. ❜ and ❛ have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it. ❜? Thank you ❤��!

It was on this day I learned Photographer moonlight gentleman is not a cat but a wolf... i feel like i lived a lie lolol

Rated Mature | Warning: minor violence mentioned

There were two playful pups in the woods you inhabited, as a fae of these woods you made sure to every and all creatures who lived here. The Oak father’s guardian they called you, you were proud to be of help. The two pups looked up to you, often too playful to help you when creatures had disagreements, but their company was like sunshine after the storm. They were strange to some as they took on human names upon their nameday. The first one took the name Joseph, in honor of a human who gifted him a picture of himself. He is the one most fascinated by human, specifically, their inventions that allow one to capture a moment perfectly. Not like a painting, this is different and mystical to him. The sound one took the name Claude, named after the brother of the man he saw build something to contain the fire and power many working gears. Both of them loved humans, loved everything about them, and they hoped one day to be part of the human world.

Most thought them strange, even offensive when Joseph brought what the humans call a heliograph. The first image he took was of his brother, you smile recalling the joy they both had upon seeing the developed image when the human allowed the first pup to borrow it. The second brother liked drawing plans, many ways for the human he admired to use his device. There was peace but such peace does not last… Humans are always advancing, taking, and soon they took from the woods not only the land but a life.

Claude was killed by a human with a weapon that shot metal. There was no choice but to invoke the rite of thorns and seal the woods off from further interference from humans or any who wished harm upon the land. This included the first pup.

From heliograph to daguerreotype then a camera. You saw no harm, you know he was studying to distract him from his brother's death, but he grew distant. Surrounded himself in time that long since passed, to be forever trapped in one moment of time, to escape to where his brother is alive in those many pictures he took. He stopped using his pure wolf from long ago, he dresses like a human but the traits of his heritage remain. You… Often wished he would come back to the Oak Father's embrace, you wished his grief did not lead him down a dark path.

The rite of thorns sealed away everything for a time, its power strong. Sadly, it did not keep the humans out for long, the Oak Father was dying and thus his power no longer was as strong as the oldest trees in the woods. Greed, the greed of humans drew them back to the woods. You heard from one of the humans that the land was ‘brought’ by someone rich. It makes no sense to you how someone can buy something that no one had claim or ability to offer. You are disgusted. The industries have no respect, they only take. “We can build a new home.” The voice of a man you at first do not recognize appears as you lay beside the oldest tree left in the woods, here your paradise and the spot you choose to become one with nature. He lurked in the shadows before stepping in the light and there you sit up, weak and tired, to see the pup. The pup turned a wolf. 

“I will take good care of you,” A hand over his heart, “I promise.”

A net flies above your head and you are captured.

Your friend, the last of those who were created by the Oak Father, has become someone you do not recognize. He talks down about the humans he once loved, he uses them to create his new paradise. 

The woods are a ‘backyard’ for him as the manor is built on the grounds he bought. It is offensive to see the greed the humans have is embraced by a creature of the woods. Joseph's smile is fake, his laughs are fake, and the way he speaks sweet nothings to those who are charmed by him is fake.

You do not realize how popular Joseph is until he brings you into the human world, he is loved by so many yet he says it is all hollow. He learned to match it, adapt, and control the paradise he created. He indulges in many things and he plans to do the same with you. After all, you are only alive because he ‘saved’ you. 

“Have a little trust in yourself!” The way he smiles feels empty, “I know you can take it.” You nod, you know better than to reject the man he has become. Your wolf is no longer a pup, he frightens you now.

“Kill them.”

Entertainment, the power he lost the connection to upon turning away from Oak Father, but you still have it. You are still strong enough to help remake the world. There is pain but he always kisses it away. 

“I love you.”

“...” You say nothing. He holds you close to him, grinning at the blood that soaks into the ground as a fertilizer for the new world.

[factorydefaultlu]

ermmm piss kink warning but idek if you little freaks dislike that LMAAO

After overstimulating koby for a good hour or two, he feels another climax coming but he can’t tell what it is, he thinks he won’t let anything out for this one but he ends up just peeing all over his pirate girlfriends tits and stomach, poor baby didn’t mean to he just couldn’t take it anymore :((( so now his swollen red lips get stuck between his teeth once more and he’s crying, but he can’t help but look so pretty like this. His glasses fogged up and pushed up against his forehead while his sweat traps his pink hair on his milky skin.. He felt so embarrassed but so good, everything is overwhelming for him but his pirate gf is just eating up this sight, drooling at him while he babbles incoherent apologies and sobs

“my baby couldn’t take it anymore huh? That’s okay, I think he can do that again hm? Can we do it again koby?”

“jus’ *hic* just f’you..” little guy can’t even talk properly after being fucked so good ;(

baaahhhhh something about overstimulating Koby so much he pisses himself just makes me so CRAZY!!!,!

from the silly lil anon -🧛‍♀️

Oooop piss kink is one of my top kinks lolol I fucking loved this

[vacantgodling]

For Hya and Amon lolol:

💚 someone's jealous

thank you thank you! just for you i’m gonna do the grunge children au which is slum au (aka they meet when they’re younger and both grow up in the slums)

and just for reference: hya goes by the latter half of his name “cinth” in this au. also i think they’re in their teens for this particular scene. amon’s probably 15 and hya’s 17.

tw (ig): teenage budding sexuality discovery which takes the form of feeling slightly aroused but not understanding the feelings fully. yknow.

💚 someone's jealous

Amon couldn’t figure out why, really. But lately, Cinth was always flip flopping between hot and cold. Some days, he would stay holed up in the little rickety attic he called a room and wouldn’t see anyone, not even Moxie, no matter how much she told her son to get his ass downstairs. Other days, he was out and about and wouldn’t come home until nightfall, and even if Amon waited for him at the entrance to Halifax… Cinth didn’t acknowledge him, just walked by with his nose upturned—like he was some noble. Then there were days like today. Cinth emerged from his room wearing something Amon had never seen before—some frilly thing around his neck with little beads or some flecks of some thing shiny in it. He was wearing one of his mother’s old performing dresses, that was starting to get a little too tight on him, but only just. The sleeves of it it looked like he’d cut and hemmed himself. For shoes, he was wearing a pair Amon never seen, but they clicked and clacked when he walked along the creaky old floors over to the door where Amon was waiting for him.

Amon couldn’t help but narrow his eyes.

“What’s with the get up?” He asked with a scowl. Cinth just looked at him. “I’m trying something new.” He decided on. “What’s it to you.”

“You look ridiculous.”

“To you.” Cinth turned up his nose—he was good at that. His nose was quite regal and Amon had taken to studying it recently; since Cinth was always turning it at him. “But anyway, it’s not a worry of yours. You’re here for your hair right?” Cinth regarded him, up and down, a judgmental look that never failed to make something shudder through Amon’s body; being trapped under his gaze. He couldn’t tell if he hated it, or if he liked it. “I hope you are anyway.” Cinth added. “It looks like a rat’s nest.”

“I got into a fight.” Amon said, surly, but he followed Cinth into the home. Moxie didn’t appear to be home, probably either begging down at the docks or still at a client’s house. He noticed more and more often she wasn’t home, which meant more and more time that he and Cinth were left alone; especially since he was allowed now to finally come over across the slums by himself. The freedom gave him a thrill, but it was with its obvious consequences. He’d been getting into fights more often, much to Knox’s chagrin. He felt like there was always something burning under his skin. Especially when Cinth wasn’t around, or he stood him up.

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so fucked up if you were there with me.” Amon added, as somewhat of an afterthought—but thankfully Cinth didn’t seem to be listening. He led him back to their drawing room—or what was a drawing room in this old run down place, and Cinth sat on the old couch like he always did, giving Amon another look until he sat down on the pillows in front of him, set there for this purpose. Amon felt the brush of the cocktail dress coming apart on his back as Cinth settled his legs on either side of him. What if Cinth wasn’t wearing anything under there? The back of his neck suddenly felt hot.

Cinth wasted little time in undoing the mess of twists that Amon’s hair was in. They’d been grabbed and pulled, and some hairs yanked out even, but even though his head was a bit tender, he found in some ways he liked the sting. Cinth’s hands carded through his hair and for a strange moment, his mind conjured the thought of Cinth pulling it. He quickly shook the thought from his mind.

“So… where have you been going anyway? When you leave town?” Amon sounded sour, even to himself—but he couldn’t help it. Along with Erecia, Cinth was just a staple in his life—he didn’t know what could be more interesting than their usual shenanigans. “None of your business.” Cinth decided after a beat. He’d begun the usual tight cornrows that he tended to put Amon’s hair in (“Since, if you’re going to fight, it’s better that people can’t grab your hair.” He always said) and it was so familiar, Amon felt himself relaxing into it, even if he was annoyed at Cinth’s evasiveness.

“It wouldn’t kill you to tell me what you’re up to. You think I’m gonna judge you or something?”

“I’ll tell you when I feel like it. Can’t you just spend time with Erecia or something?” Cinth sounded annoyed, but his nimble fingers still kept going.

“It’s not the same if you’re not there!” Amon complained, and that’s when Cinth yanked his head back, making Amon yelp. His head practically upside down, he stared up into Cinth’s dark brown eyes, narrowed and annoyed but… Were his lashes always this long? Despite himself, Amon felt his cheeks warm.

“Quit. Being. A. Baby.” Cinth enunciated every word, then pushed his head back upright. Amon couldn’t find it in him to say anything back, still trying to grapple with the heat swimming over his cheeks.

After a long minute of silence, Amon finally spoke up again. “W-Well. Next time just say something if you’re going out, okay?”

“Sure.” Cinth said absently, like he didn’t mean it. Amon had to resist the urge to swirl around and glare at him.

“I mean it! Promise!” Amon wriggled between Cinth’s legs and they clamped at his sides to hold him still.

“Fine! For Vat’s sake, just quit moving before I rip your hair out.” Cinth growled.

Even if he didn’t mean it, Amon found himself grinning. “Okay!” He sang cheerfully, and immediately sat still. Cinth muttered something under his breath that Amon couldn’t hear, but it didn’t take long before Amon began talking about something or another that he’d gotten up to while Cinth was away. It meant more to him than he felt like examining when he could tell Cinth was listening.

[rius-cave]

Pretty much any Ghost songs work for Adamsapple/Lucifer, but this, this one in particular, fits so well for a toxic Adamsapple concept with Lucifer manipulating Adam.

He tells him he understands him, he knews how he feels, he reassures him, luring him into his trap, making him believe he's the only one who understands and validates his feelings and pain, that he's the only one who can help. Then, when it comes to a point where he thinks Adam won't even think about doubting him anymore, he becomes more direct and blunt, "Can't you see that you're lost without me?", practically making Adam believe that he's fully dependent from Lucifer. Just imagine it with sinner!Adam

https://youtu.be/KOrXKiSy8ZY?si=U1-4sqdcno1AZmCs

Ooooohhh yeahp, yeah that's definitely pretty toxic lolol

I must admit I'm not one to think of this level of toxicity for adamsapple, with Lucifer being actively malicious. Mostly because, let's be real, canon Lucifer is just a little guy that is kinda the devil just by title so far lol so I can't really see him being like.... this evil idk

That being said!!! It is DEFINITELY a good adamsapple flavor! If not directly hazbin related, Devil x First Man Adam is STILL a pretty good dynamic! Lucifer being a little more fucked up than he is in canon is always an interesting thing to explore

[orangeocelotmartyn]

This post has been a long time coming because I have been rotating Datastream!Doc in my head for a bit

He is--if not evil--then outright abusive to c!Martyn

Here's the facts--the datastream is a bare bones setup--he isn't falling Constantly though it, because sometimes he has to 'game' from the stream, rather than going into the game, but he's said "a sofa would be a luxury!" on that piece of artwork, which tells me that he's being treated as...a drone? or like, a tool, rather than, y'know, a human being who is Trapped, thanks to Doc's negligence. He can't even enjoy creature comforts anymore, because they aren't necessary

another point in the 'Doc sees c!Martyn as a tool' category is that he isn't even allowed to know the language Doc uses.

“I don’t want you getting embroiled any deeper than is absolutely necessary. You have what you need to carry out your searches. Just leave the rest to me..”

That? That's fucked up. He isn't allowed to know "more than necessary" which means that he is--if not being outright lied to--he's at the very least not allowed to know Key Information. He doesn't know why he's fighting, just gets pointed at what Doc wants him to do.

"Mission logs aren’t stored on the device, they go directly to Doc’s drives and are archived. If Martyn needs to cross reference a piece of information, he has to call Doc."

He has to ask for information that He created. It's a power move to ensure he knows his place, which is under Doc's thumb, being a good little solider.

He can't talk to anyone but Doc, because Doc has drilled it into his head that everyone else is just an NPC.

"Doc is the only ‘real’ contact he has. Somebody outside the datastream who he’s actually met before and can trust. The only other humans he encounters are all faceless C.H.E.S.T agents in game, but being on opposing sides of this battle means there’s no tea and cake to enjoy together."

In fact, its Literally a coping mechanism for him. Doc has successfully isolated him in a way that means he can't ask anyone for help. He is stuck doing what Doc wants, when he wants it (ignoring the fact that he has gotten attached to some of the reoccurring NPCs in his life (specifically Ren) Doc has made him afraid to tell the truth, that he's not even 25 (maybe as young as 18!) and stuck, embroiled in this conflict that he doesn't actually know is real or not.

Now let's talk about how Martyn talks about Doc. The words he uses to describe how Doc speaks to him...it's Bad, y'all.

Even when talking about a 'humorous' situation, he still uses words like this: "LOLOL stealing from one DOC to appease another." Appease is an...interesting word choice. It makes it seem as though Martyn is trying to keep Doc happy, trying to keep from getting on his bad side--likely because, again, Doc is his only point of contact. If Doc gives him the silent treatment, then he's got No One.

There's also this, "They made an agreement (more a demand on Doc’s part)". Like. "Demand." Doc feels comfortable demanding Martyn do what he wants, because he knows he's shoved Martyn into a corner, made it so he's Martyn's only hope, his only point of contact, and he likes it that way.

There's also the fact that he just so happened to have something set up that would suck some random person into the Datastream just by playing a video game, and then had a less than 25 year old show up to get a game fixed. Like why the fuck would you just have that laying out? Why would it be That Easy to get sucked in, if it weren't a trap?

The dude is--if not negligent, stupid as all hell for just having a random unlabeled button that shoves someone into a Datastream and unable to get out. That, on top of the being abusive thing, lol.

@galaxyofender

[danieyells]

I asked bc some people are touchy with baby trap! Hshs either way I was thinking. VERY likely it's ooc but it's a thot

The mc manages to be freed by the curse but for some reason the matches don't work so darkwick is already like 'sure, finish studying here but you have to go on missions' I'm imagining that something like the Jiro dubcon fic happens but with some changes

like rather than just touching over their clothes he gets bold enough to slide inside them, and that the anesthesia is strong enough for the reader to barely remember it as a wet dream if at all. He ends up cumming inside thinking it would be alright bc he can give you some anomalous b plan pill, but during the while it takes the reader to wake up he warms up to the idea lightly, he wouldn't mind having to take care of your prenatal care. Maybe you could teach him how families work and feel

A few weeks later the reader is in a check up because of general sickness and soreness and Yuri notices something weird in their blood work like hCG so he questions them like "are you sexually active and you didn't think it was important to disclose?" "Mh? Nope since I came to the academy I didn't do anything" but Yuri doubts them bc that only means pregnancy!! So he tells them away and bitches to it with Jiro

"i'm the closest thing they have to a doctor, can you believe they lie about things like that?"

"I can take them next time"

"why do you care? " He starts leaving when Yuri figures something "jiro... Were you two alone two months ago???"

Either way next check up the mc is given a bs explanation about a wild mosquito anomaly that causes pregnancy when biting two people back to back and Jiro being bitten too. Nobody could believe it other than the mc hshshha

re: dubcon jiro fic

That's fair! Like I said, I have no squicks or triggers worth noting, so i just 'p' at just about any thought hahaha

DAMN ANON I DIG THAT the reason Jiro didn't go further in the fic was ultimately because that was part of anon's idea haha and i wanted it to have more of a dubcon and dubious feeling where it was kind of ambiguous if he actually did anything or not, but I feel like I definitely failed to give it the proper feeling of blurred reality lol. . .I think i was in too much of a rush to get the ideas in my head out and in the end I didn't entirely make what i wanted lolol

I think the matches not working could plausibly be explained away by the ring. Just a side effect of its defenses--it tried to protect them earlier after all! It wouldn't want the champion's memories altered further!

But yeah I. I like that a lot lol. . .it's a lot softer and less cruel than I usually like my babytrapping, but it kind of fits Jiro I think(or the Jiro in this fic anyway--)

(sort of kind of in and out writing and musing under the cut. It's like 1am as i write this, don't expect much--also doesn't entirely meet the idea but. /shrug) no written smut in this one.)

The curse is something mundane and silly that they already have the cure for. But they need to be put to sleep for it to work--maybe it's a simple curse where their body won't be able to sleep without outside interference, at which point the curse ends after a good night's rest once something puts them to sleep. Something utterly simple. But they're completely unconscious, at most a faint awareness of being touched that may not even be real. So unconscious that they couldn't wake up from the feeling of their cunt being broken into if they thought it was real. If they were even aware of more than pleasurable pressure at most. It's just a dream like many others. If they had a dream at all. By the time they wake up again it's just fuzzy, blurry, bubble-like thoughts, floating up and popping out before they can really be analyzed. They feel an ache in their abdomen, but they're aching all over and haven't eaten in a day due to the treatment. They can stand, they can walk, they can return to the Cathédrale Terminale. And they can sleep properly and don't feel anything but the ache of a particularly difficult mission, meaning the minor curse they experienced was gone. The days go by as usual, training with anomalous tools to be more useful on missions and studying various fields to help each house.

Jiro almost forgot about it when they come in one day feeling nauseous. It'd been weeks. Yuri had scolded him after reading the detailed medical log. But he, too, was too curious about the results to suggest they cancel his little "experiment" before he was caught.

They both agreed that sometimes ethics weren't worth considering when it came to experiments--or one's own strongest desires.

The anomalous emergency contraceptive he had considered administering after his rather untoward act of unprofessionalism had been placed back in its cabinet.

Injected along with medication to discourage side effects of the curse's healing, was an experiment of Yuri's that had been tested on several anomalies, increasing fertility and successfully allowing for some otherwise unnatural breeding patterns.

He'd drugged them and raped them and cleaned them. And after that, he'd all but guaranteed their pregnancy.

He couldn't imagine being like Yuri and being granted the privilege of acting like a spoiled child.

Perhaps the best way for him to experience 'family' would be to have his own.

That was the real reason the inspector had arrived, nauseous, to Mortkranken. But they weren't going to tell them that. Yuri scolded them for unsafe sexual practices, which they insisted with tears in their eyes they hadn't done despite the presence of hCG in their blood and urine. They had no idea how they could have become pregnant--surely there was an explanation? Yuri clicked his tongue in irritation, as though he suspected they were truly lying. Perhaps still somewhat annoyed by Jiro's misdeed, he said that they couldn't have simply been assaulted in the night by some scoundrel.

Jiro resisted the urge to snort.

In the end an explanation had been concluded--one rooted in some myth but hard to prove or disprove.

There supposedly existed a type of demon called a concubus. These demons feed on sexual energies and fluids. While they might typically seduce humans into feeding them, others were more 'shy' and would do so in the night while one slept. However many were infertile and these were able to impregnate humans using borrowed human sperm, as doing so provided them greater sexual pleasure and thus a more satisfying meal.

A female concubus(typically called a succubus) would have sex with a male human, take the semen, and have sex with a male concubus(typically called an incubus) who would absorb the semen from within the succubus, before impregnating another human with it. While the resulting child would still be human, as they were made only using the genetic material of human parents, the humans need not engage in intercourse to reproduce as a result.

Aside from the circumstances through which the conception occurred, it was an otherwise normal pregnancy with little to be studied.

Although such a horrifying conclusion shook them, they vaguely remembered wincing as Ritsu recited Japan's laws relating to abortion to a sobbing student some time before--surely this counted as rape and the pregnancy could be terminated? But with the way the ghouls were treated and restricted, something told them they wouldn't be allowed to leave campus for such a thing without reporting whoever had harmed them as proof.

And they'd been in Mortkraken long enough to know that no medical procedure would be normal here.

"You have some time to think about it." Is what everyone told them. Ritsu in particular gave them the exact amount of weeks.

Two things convinced them to carry the child to term.

The first was the realization that perhaps these demons would return to the scene of their crime--if they could be captured, the knowledge gained could help a great deal of people, especially the ghouls. Especially Luca, searching for his brother, and ghouls like Kaito, Haku, and Rui, who wanted to return to being human.

The second was the way Jiro placed a strong and heavy hand on their tummy, stoic expression somewhat curious. The way he looked at them and offered to help them. He didn't know much about babies or families or family planning, and he was a little scared to do more harm than good with his freakish strength and tendency to break fragile things--but it would be helpful to have a doctor nearby, right? And to not go at this alone?

"Even if it's not anomalous, a baby is sort of like an infectious disease." Was his comment that made them laugh for the first time the whole day.

(Yuri protested that Jiro handle this, as Yuri insisted he was the only real doctor present. Jiro managed to reassure him that surely an ordinary pregnancy would be uninteresting and unremarkable, and that the inspector wouldn't be willing to have their fetus subject to Yuri's experiments. If anything of interest or concern were to happen, Yuri would be the first to know besides Jiro. But surely he had more interesting subjects to examine?)

A matter of weeks later and the real shock came(for the scholarship student, although Jiro had forgotten, himself) when they ran a paternity test--Jiro had been 'struck by the demons' as well, and his sperm had been used to father the child.

". . .Huh." He was far worse of an actor than Yuri. Fortunately he wasn't one for big reactions to begin with. ". . .I guess that explains how I woke up a while back."

"Do you. . .still wanna help with it?" They asked in an uncertain whisper. "I understand if not. If you'd rather I not keep it. . . ."

"I kind of want it more." Jiro shrugged, continuing to mill about their checkup. "Is that weird? It's mine, so I don't think that's weird. Especially since it's with you."

They gripped their patient gown in their fists, feeling their face heat up from embarrassment. It was a bit of a stretch, and perhaps it was the sensitivity from the pregnancy talking, but that felt as close to a confession as they'd ever gotten from Jiro.

Perhaps these demons weren't all bad. Perhaps they were simply trying to help what they saw as a pair of lovers who needed a little push.

Maybe being a parent with Jiro wouldn't be so hard.

[tarisilmarwen]

Ahsoka "Fallen Jedi" Liveblog

Let's go let's go let's go let's go let's goooooooooooooo!

Oh I'm so excited for this I already know there are Developments.

Hype hype hype hype.

Oh we're starting off with complete silence are we? Okay.

Sabine trying to raise Hera. :(

Ahhhh yes it's the "Ahsoka and Sabine butting heads about saving Ezra versus stopping Thrawn" convo Sabezra fandom predicted.

"Can I count on you?" Low blow Ahsoka, recalling Ezra's own words.

"I know how much Ezra means to you." *falls into this line, dies*

Oh don't let Huyang get shot, come on now, you already had him get blasted once.

Buncha trailer shots in this episode I'm guessing.

"Stay together. You always did better that way, in my opinion." Ha ha ha this would be a sweet line if we had ever actually SEEN Ahsoka and Sabine working together. *grumbles*

Hera going off by herself to go help Sabine and Ahsoka lolol. That little face she makes when she says, "Watch me."

Baby Jacen is still super precious.

The GHOOOOOOOOOOSSST!

This sequence would have been the perfect spot to drop Zeb in, you know. Just saying.

Go girls go, go, go, you need to get on that ship before it leaves!

And it's my favorite new villain couple.

If Shin could have a bit more personality she'd be more interesting but "feral" is wearing thin.

OH AND NOW WE HAVE A TICKING CLOCK DEVICE.

There were people complaining that this moment where Ahsoka wipes Marrok was lifted from "Twin Suns" but in context... no it's just Dave's usual thing for cool samurai finishers.

Oh wow Shin looks extremely unnerved at Marrok dissipating into green Nightsister mist.

Did... Morgan take all the guards and droids with her? Just leaving Baylan there by himself to handle Ahsoka huh? What a bitch.

"One must destroy in order to create." Nooooooooo they really don't Baylan, that's grade A horseshit.

And stinks of Empire and Sith apologism.

The map is gorgeous. Wish they'd turn the saturation and contrast up just a smidge more so the colors could POP.

Oh this music cue is great!

YES! LET BAYLAN CUT LOOSE. Man is a beast.

Ahsoka's trying to disengage long enough to get the map. :((((

Ha ha, nice. Mandalorian trick.

Ooooof the map burned Ahsoka's hand?

Ahsoka where's your shoto blade?

Right, like Sabine's dinky little blaster is gonna do anything to that map, sure Ahsoka. You just burned your hand on how super overheated it was and all it was doing was generating hyperspace coordinates for a cross-galactic jump, you think a shot from a small firearm is gonna pierce it?

Oooooh that angle-back closed-eye look from Baylan... he's telepathically reading her like a book isn't he?

"Your family died on Mandalore because your Master didn't trust you." WELL I'M JUST GOING TO PATENTLY IGNORE THAT BECAUSE NO FILONI, YOU CANNOT JUST DROP THAT IN LIKE THAT.

Getting real tired of character motivations being reveals and not outright stated from the start.

ALSO WHAT EVEN THE HELL IS HE TALKING ABOUT???!???

THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN REALLY NICE TO ACTUALLY SEE, OR YOU KNOW, TALK ABOUT BEFORE THIS MOMENT.

Anyway as I said, excising this bit entirely from my personal canon, Clan Wren is fine, they're just in hiding like all the other Mandalorian clans.

"And I... to serve a greater good." Ohhhhhhhhhhh I see what you did there, nice paralleling Baylan to Thrawn.

SABINE CHOOSES EZRA.

(I mean I knew it was coming because I was spoiled but still.)

Sabine, Sabine, my poor heartbroken babygirl, this is such a human choice, it's not the choice a Jedi should make but then Sabine isn't a Jedi, I maintain that this is all still playacting and cope that Ahsoka is indulging.

Sabine is falling into the classic Attachment trap but also there are no good choices here. She could try to destroy the map, but I seriously don't think it would work, and then Baylan would just kill her and take the map back anyway.

Maybe she could run but with their ship damaged she wouldn't make it far, she'd have to hide in the woods and avoid Shin and Baylan and whoever else she's stranded and fight them all off by herself for who knows how long until maybe Hera gets there. And she has no way of knowing if Hera's coming.

Oh ouch, I thought Sabine was having a "What have I done?" reaction to handing Baylan the map, but no, Shin is just choking her.

HERA MADE IT.

See it takes Baylan deliberate sustained direct contact with his lightsaber blade to destroy the map, no way was Sabine's blaster gonna do shit to it.

SABINE DID NOTHING WRONG, I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL.

Again, guys, this would have been the perfect sequence to have Zeb in.

Uhhhhhhhhh I would move away from the ring if I were y'all.

HO JEEZ.

OH BOY.

WELP.

Chopper sounds really unnerved.

THE WORLD BETWEEN WORLDS. THE STAR VOID.

Unless it's a weird-ass Force vision lol. Which is still possible.

Yeeeeeeeah I'm going with Force vision, Anakin should be blue and glowing, shouldn't he? Unless things work differently in here.

The Imperial March is not reassuring.

Okay well... that was a thing.

I'm starting to wish Deborah Chow had been showrunner for this, Filoni is doing... okay-ish (not really) but I really think this story needs and deserves a director willing to go all-in on the emotional resonance and beats of the story.

Which isn't to say the Kenobi show didn't have its problems (ho ho boy could I list the nitpicks and writing issues I had with it) but Ahsoka isn't quite reaching the highs it needs. Everything is way more subdued that I think it should be. I don't know how much of this is the writing, how much is the short mini-series format, how much is the cinematography or the directing.

THAT BEING SAID I AM HERE FOR SABINE MISSING EZRA SO MUCH SHE SACRIFICES HERSELF AND THE MAP FOR THE CHANCE TO FIND HIM.

See everything about her motivations makes so more sense if she's in love with him, sorry Filoni, the ship is still sailing.

Baylan got a bit more characterization here and got marginally more interesting, while Shin just... continues to be wet paper. RIP Marrok we hardly knew ye. Hope they explain the green mist shit soon.

Natasha's shoulders must be sore from carrying this show lol. Someone please let Sabine hug Ezra, she will feel so much better.

[eternalglitch]

Can you give us the name of those novelas that you bought please? 👀💖

Sure!! Note that I cannot say if they are actually good yet, as I have only just started reading Archive Undying. So if you pick it up and it's terrible do not blame me lolol

The Archive Undying by Emma Mieko Candon:

WHEN AN AI DIES, ITS CITY DIES WITH IT WHEN A CITY FALLS, IT LEAVES A CORPSE BEHIND WHEN THAT CORPSE RUNS OFF, ONLY DEVOTION CAN BRING IT BACK When the robotic god of Khuon Mo went mad, it destroyed everything it touched. It killed its priests, its city, and all its wondrous works. But in its final death throes, the god brought one thing back to life: its favorite child, Sunai. For the seventeen years since, Sunai has walked the land like a ghost, unable to die, unable to age, and unable to forget the horrors he's seen. He's run as far as he can from the wreckage of his faith, drowning himself in drink, drugs, and men. But when Sunai wakes up in the bed of the one man he never should have slept with, he finds himself on a path straight back into the world of gods and machines. The Archive Undying is the first volume of Emma Mieko Candon's Downworld Sequence, a sci-fi series where AI deities and brutal police states clash, wielding giant robots steered by pilot-priests with corrupted bodies. Come get in the robot.

(glitch note: I started reading this one and I am obsessed so far. Pacific Rim and Evangelian vibes. Does have a LOT of cussing and mentions sex not an insignificant amount, so warning if that's not for you, but the characters so far and world building are very fun.)

Translation State by Ann Leckie:

Qven was created to be a Presger translator. The pride of their Clade, they always had a clear path before them: learn human ways, and eventually, make a match and serve as an intermediary between the dangerous alien Presger and the human worlds. The realization that they might want something else isn't "optimal behavior". It's the type of behavior that results in elimination.  But Qven rebels. And in doing so, their path collides with those of two others. Enae, a reluctant diplomat attempting to hunt down a fugitive who has been missing for over 200 years. And Reet, an adopted mechanic who is increasingly desperate to learn about his genetic roots—or anything that might explain why he operates so differently from those around him. As a Conclave of the various species approaches—and the long-standing treaty between the humans and the Presger is on the line—the decisions of all three will have ripple effects across the stars.  

Dragonfall by L. R. Lam:

Long ago, humans betrayed dragons, stealing their magic and banishing them to a dying world. Centuries later, their descendants worship dragons as gods. But the 'gods' remember, and they do not forgive. Since they were orphaned, Arcady has scraped a living thieving on the streets of Vatra, dreaming of life among the nobility - and revenge. When the chance arises to steal a powerful artefact from the bones of the Plaguebringer, the most hated person in Lumet history, they jump at it, for its magic holds the key to their dreams. But the spell has unintended consequences, and drags Everen - the last male dragon, who was once foretold to save his kind - into the human world. Trapped, and disguised as a human, Everen soon realises that the key to his destiny, and to regaining his true power, lies in Arcady. All he needs to do is convince one little thief to bond with him completely - body, mind, and soul - and then kill them . . . Yet the closer the two become, the greater the risk both their worlds will shatter.

(glitch note: lots of reviews mention sexy dragons which admittedly I am a little nervous about because that kind of romance can be very much not my cup of tea, but I believe the author is not cis and the main character is gender fluid so I decided to give it a read anyways... Maybe I'll be surprised with how the romance goes.)