#WHERE ALL THE FUCKED UP GILFS AT

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I WANT MORE FUCKED UP OLD MEN TO UNHEALTHILY GET ATTACHED TO

I WANT MORE FUCKED UP OLD MEN TO UNHEALTHILY GET ATTACHED TO

I WANT MORE FUCKED UP OLD MEN TO UNHEALTHILY GET ATTACHED TO

I WANT MORE FUCKED UP OLD MEN TO UNHEALTHILY GET ATTACHED TO

I WANT MORE FUCKED UP OLD MEN TO UNHEALTHILY GET ATTACHED TO

I WANT MORE FUCKED UP OLD MEN TO UNHEALTHILY GET ATTACHED TO

I WANT MORE FUCKED UP OLD MEN TO UNHEALTHILY GET ATTACHED TO

I WANT MORE FUCKED UP OLD MEN TO UNHEALTHILY GET ATTACHED TO

I WANT MORE FUCKED UP OLD MEN TO UNHEALTHILY GET ATTACHED TO

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Rick Sanchez Headcanons (Rick and Morty)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one is a request from YouTube and oh my lord, the amount of research I had to do for this was obscene! Anyways I hope you enjoy this!] 

(Disclaimer: Rick Sanchez is not Yandere in canon, this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!!!) 

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Rick From Rick and Morty- 

.Rick, is, in fact, a genius, but he is also an alcoholic, hot mess of a mass murderer. 

.But there is one thing we cannot deny about Rick, and that is that he loved two women in his life very much. 

.Diane his late wife, and Unity. These two women he had a deep bond with and when his wife was killed he spent his whole life hunting down the man that did it. 

.This caused him to become the man he is, a mad scientist. 

.Now in comes you, you just met Rick by chance a completely normal human, with a completely normal life. 

.Meeting this man has changed everything about your life and has made Rick completely obsessed with you. 

.It was obsession at first sight, he fell for you good and hard and knew you were the one for him. 

.He finally has felt something that he has not felt in a long time. 

.He is a very unstable yandere. 

.He manipulates you into coming with him on various missions. 

.He is a super toxic yandere that will manipulate you, most likely kidnap you, and possibly experiment on you. 

.He does care for you, and when your safety is on the line, he feels like his world might end. 

.And if someone did put your safety at risk, he would not just kill them, he would not just torture them. 

.He would make a world of all their greatest fears, and pain, and make them immortal, so every time they die they would have to go through it again and again and again. 

.He would make them suffer and he would take enjoyment in it. 

.He deals with rivals in a similar way, a bit at least. 

.First, he would try and buy them off, if that does not work he will threaten them, if that does not work he will just straight up shoot them. 

.Rick is a genius and in his mind the best of all Ricks. So of course he knows that he is the best match for you. 

.He is once again very toxic, he is manipulating you to only depend on him. 

.And also getting rid of anyone that would try and get in the way of his relationship with you. 

.He would want to possess you and be the only person you can depend on in your life. 

.He is very possessive and controlling of you and becomes very jealous very easily. 

.He is also the one who might just kidnap you and take you to a dimension where it is just you and him. 

.so that way no one will be able to take you away. 

.When he does confess his love he Is supper excited and maybe a little bit buzzed. 

.If you accept his love get ready for so GILF Grandpa I would Like to FUCK, sex. 

.If you turn him down, he takes this as a huge betrayal and we all have seen how well he reacts when that happens. 

.So he would one hundred percent kidnap you and make you love him by putting in a brain chip that makes you feel good when you are around him. 

.So that you would think you like him and your brain chemicals will make you have the same effect around Rick around someone you would be in love with. 

.It does not take your consent away but it does manipulate the hell out of you. AND Is a total invasion of your body's anatomy. 

.Rick does not care cause in his mind you still chose him so that means you want him and he finally has the love of his life. 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done, oof Rick sure does have a lot of layers, and man do I feel bad for his family! Anyway I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all my sexy muffins!] 

[joydoesathing]

heres a challenge say everything you love about every single tnmn characters

BET ( but only some doppels will count and the rest don't)

Neighbors

Roman - I like me some serious no-nonsense/ i-am-done-with-life looking guy in accounting :). But he seems to also be actually someone with a soft spot for some things and is actually a really nice and chill dude

Lois - She's so pink and plump and has a beauty mark/mole (people with moles will always have a bonus in my book)

Albertsky - He gives grumpy uncle vibes. Looks like would probably throw hands without hesitation if the situation calls for it

Robertsky - He silly. Love the little quirks in his dialogue where he just greets the doorman "Hi." and says "I look as handsome as ever". Also, I love his outfit. Bro may have no eyebrows and neck visible, but his clothes slay so hard . Like there is no reason why his fit should have a fancy little blue scarf, but yet it does .11/10 XD

Angus - He's a devious looking little shit >:))). And he wears purple and is Italian.

Elenois and Selenne - They pretty women and have a mole

Arnold - His design is just SO CUTE. He reminds me of Jake from Adventure Time with his mustache. But mostly it's the eyes for me. I like to imagine that his eyes would kind of work like this

Gloria - Gives literal ✨Q U E E N ✨ (she could slap me up to the stratosphere and I wouldn't be that mad). Purple and has a mole. Her golden eyes are mesmerizing too

Izaack - His name's cool and he has the stare-into-your-soul blue anime ahh looking eyes

Margarette - Gives nice little auntie vibes and she knows how to make clothes. I would legit ask her for dressmaking tips just so that I could make historical clothes (I love fashion history)

Nacha - Honestly, when I first played the game, she scared the shit out of me because of the Stitchface doppel and I haven't seen her the same for a bit. But after I figured out she's a mom, she didn't seem that bad and I grew quite fond of her. And she cooks too (If you can see a pattern here, I like people who give of parental/familial vibes)

Anastacha - Girl literally gives the doorman attitude like she owns the place XD

Mia - Again, pretty woman. Love the style of her red dress with the pearls.

Dr. W. - Fucking nerd (affectionate)

Francis- The milkman fit looks nice with his face (but I still get war flashbacks from the plethora of thrists arts and the "save the cow, milk the milkman" line being done to death)

Steven - Here's me being a basic bitch rn, but I really, REALLY love them real rugged guy guys (military soldiers, firemen etc.) That, and also he's a tan boi.

Mclooy - Same reason why I like Steven + He's a DILF/GILF. Also I love to point out a little observation of how him and Steven are one of the most American and typically masculine people I can think of (it's quite endearing for me). A military guy and cowboy in one family? They've probably asked what a kilometer is at one point in their adult life.

Alf - He's so tiny and looks so polite. Posh looking lawyer. I love sweet old grandpas.

Rafttellyn - She gives marites energy (it's a Filipino term, you can go search it up) with her dress and style. No joke, she would low-key fit in with these people.

Even her name sounds Filipino to me with the -lynn at the end of her. I even jokingly pronounce her name as rap-ti-lin.

Others + VIPs

Henry: Looks like he really never signed up for the doorman job frfr XD

D.D.D : Amongus???????

Clown Mask: Silly face behind mask

Nightmare Clown: I like how the guy just gets so MAD and in denial when he loses the game in Unlikely, he phases out of the astral plane XD.

Keppler: He may not have a face or proper lore yet, but all I know is that he messed up big time and I wanna know how he's handling that.

42: Reminds me of that one time in science class when we were observing fingerprint patterns

Peach Peach: Probably one peach seed is his only brain cell that's floating around his brain space

Ghost Mask and The Flesh Nurse: Cool looking designs. Do they have lore???

Nightmares

Xezbet - Gargamel looking aah

Drugia - Arabian NIIIIIIGHTS ~~~~~ like Arabian DAAAYS~~~~~~. She looks like a genie :)

Barbatos- Chonky and spiky

Excel - Chonky and spiky, Christmas ham looking ahhh

Abducius - Well, he still has the little devious smile

Anazareth and Lilith - Pretty witchy ladies. Though I like Anazareth a lot more.

Chaugnar - *Siri, please play Ganesha by MASA Works Design". Also elephant <3

Nyogtha- Nice little details with her eyes

Zoth - I like his red robe (?)

Shub - Thick Medusa and she has a little heart shaped tattoo on her forehead

Yog - The fact that he was probably intentionally made to be a Great Value Edward Cullen by Nacho sama as an inside joke about Francis' simps

Quachil - Cute biblically accurate angel. And she floats

Yan - Ooh Chinese mythology reference.

Orcus - "Thirty years since all this happened, thirty years it took to rise. Blood on the floor and in their eyes, they took a bite and left it to die-". I had a FNAF phase before so this was a funny throwback

Ishtar - Goofy ass smile (affectionate)

Teutates - So, does he play in a band ??? XD

Ah Puch - Cutie pie that looks like a slasher villain. Also the surname tho? Gives me The Book of Life flashbacks

Dagda - Bug eyed scarecrow. He does have cool looking mouth stitches

Izanami - Ooooh Japanese mythology reference

[tachimichishrine]

<im so fucking ashamed that im writing for the common manwhore on a blog dedicated to the underappreciated. forgive me for i have made a perilous trip down main character lane i will post more tachi to atone for my wrongdoings>

"broken and fixed again"

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dazai osamu x fem! reader {hospital AU}

warnings: nsfw ; literally 1 fingering scene the rest is fluff ; mentions of suicide; not an actual au just a scenario ; fluff but it's just complaining abt your joints ; reader teases the living sh out of him bc flustered and soft dazai needs to be more mainstream ; makes him wear a nurse outfit with the power of words ; slight tw blood and pain i love seeing the silly in agony ; intended lowercase ; cursing ; so so so self indulgent i just got my second surgery in the span of 5 months dw im fine just dramatic as hell and my hospital neighbors are all gilfs

"haaaaaaah..."

dazai wasn't on any pain medications, so there was no way he was imagining that sound.

"haaaaaaaaaaahhhh..."

the day after being shot by fyodor, he wound up in the hospital due to his inability to be cured by yosano. it wasn't a big deal; he'd dealt with worse before, obviously. you don't spend as much time in the port mafia as he does and come out fully unscathed, after all.

"haaaa-"

then a slumping noise as if a body collapsed onto the ground. he was still on bed arrest, but he was growing restless being locked in the room all day with himself. the nurse who was tending to him seemed to be rather cold, but he knew that she'd turn to puddy for him shortly if he actually tried.

he groaned a little bit while getting up, fingertips grazing the paper thin clothing they were given at the spot where the bullet had pierced him. softly footsteps fell on the squeaky clean floor, and his head peaked outside his doorframe to look around for the source of the sound.

you were on the ground with a walker collapsed next to you.

pleasantly intrigued, he shot a quick glance at your facial expressions to check whether or not you were truly in agony, which you weren't. in fact, you seemed just as bored as he did. your arms spread out your sides like wings and your legs were tussled awkwardly as he guessed you were trying to keep the cheap clothing from revealing your butt-naked figure.

"oiii, psst psst," he called out, hand flattened next to his mouth as if he were whispering to you intimately in the empty hallway.

you tilted your head backwards, looking at him upside-down with what was an inarguably listless expression.

"heyyyyy," you seemed to be almost slurring your words, and he guessed you were hooked on enough meds to make a small fortune if sold on the streets. "wh-whooo... who are youuuu?"

a few steps forward and dazai was standing over you. he carefully lowered himself, his eyes scanned you again and a smirk played on his lips.

"that's quite the act," he snickered, which caused you to let out a groan.

truth is, you weren't on enough pain medication to get to that high. however, it had been a week since you were admitted, and you were losing your mind doing nothing all day. the operation went well, but there was always a high risk of infection or post-op complications and they'd insisted you stayed 10 days for observation. you tried chatting with the nurses, tried exploring the place, tried sleeping to recover faster but every solution tired out after a while.

they gave you a few tools to navigate your surroundings, one of which was the damn walker. you'd done crutches and mobility aids before, casts, splints and braces, but no one liked the walkers. they made you feel like you were a hundred years old, and your body might as well be.

so, you decided you'd collapse and see what happens, how long it takes someone to come find you, rescue you and make your day just a little less boring. you settled yourself onto the ground, threw the walker and got comfy on the floor.

the man who approached you seemed a bit concerned at first, but he appeared to see through your games annoyingly quickly and called you out on it without even pausing to indulge. you let out a puffy pout and crossed your arms. "mannn, no one here is any fun."

you caught a glimpse of bandages wrapped around nearly every one of his extremities, almost like a decoration more than anything else. you slowly turned yourself and shuffled your body so you were sitting down facing upwards to look at him.

"what're you in for?" you asked with a snicker, getting over the fact your plan hadn't worked because he seemed to be relatively normal and you sure could use a conversation right now. "armed robbery? assault and battery? tax evasion?"

"you wouldn't believe me if I told you," he mimicked your expression, piquing your intrigue with a sly grin. you couldn't help but notice he was incredibly pretty, and you quickly developed another hospital crush; you roamed the hallways enough to identify the regulars but not enough to actually speak to any of them, and having stupid crushes on just about everyone kept your mind mildly active.

"what, you got jumped by an elite ninja squadron or something?"

before he could retort, clicking of heels resonated from the end of the hallway. the pace picked up when the nurse saw two patients laying down on the floor with a toppled walker, calling for some kind of a code. you giggled mischievously even when she realized you were fine and helped you up. the man who's been with you for a few seconds also received a verbal beating while responding just like you did.

your hands went to the metal of the walker, and you rolled your eyes while deciding you'd try to come back this way and speak to him again at night when they were understaffed and no one was going to pester you. you were barely beginning your plans to escape yet again when something deep within your body that had been altered recently felt like it burst. it didn't, but the pain and the sight of the blood you were coughing violently onto the floor made you rack your brain over the long list of possible complications.

fuck.

you fell onto the ground again, but this time it was painfully real. wafting in and out of consciousness until you couldn't tell if you were fainting, having a seizure or if something else had happened. the nurse turned around too late to catch you, but quickly yelled out that code from before and instructed the man go and get help immediately.

your body felt so broken.

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you were never more pissed off to see the damn white drapes, walls and the same old view out the window accompanying that damn beeping.

your finger was clamped in some device reading your heartbeat, and a bunch of sensors were hooked up all over your skin. your head was groggy, a stiff pulsation throbbing at the back like you'd given yourself a concussion.

"mmmmn..." a languid groan was all you could manage; your throat was dry and you felt like you could eat the ekg right now. you wavering in and out of a daze for a few minutes while you tried both to fight off the sleep and fight off the day.

a knock at your door roused your attention once more. your neck hurt too much to crane over and take a look, but you could definitely hear the door closing.

"oh, it's you," you said, the bandaged man making another appearance. "sorry about today. I didn't mean to fake it 'til I made it."

the laugh at your own joke hurt your chest and you tried not to cough.

"it's actually been a bit longer than you think," he mused while sitting at the foot of your bed.

you hastily cut off any word that he was thinking of saying. "don't tell me! I have 3 days left before getting discharged, and I'd rather it come earlier as a surprise than right on time."

you did not ask him why he was here, assuming he must be in the same exasperated position. instead, you asked him your question again from the other day.

"or at least your name," you added. "I gotta know to whom I owe the honour of a visit. the nurses must really like you to let you pull a stunt like this."

he chuckled, mostly to himself. "oh, you've got no idea."

despite his weird way of talking like everything was a riddle and he was a spy of some sorts, the man - whose name you learnt was dazai osamu - was not so bad. he lent you his phone (you had no idea how he had managed to get away with this kind of thing) for you to call some close friends, and listened patiently while you told him how you'd ended up in this hospital bed. he however did not explain what happened to him, nor why he had all those bandages all over himself.

he didn't say much at all, to be completely honest. you blabbered long enough for the daylight to cease seeping in from your curtains, and it was dark when you were both laying down side by side in the tiny bed looking up at the ceiling in silence.

"thanks for stopping by," you hummed, eyes closed but a slow smile on your lips. "didn't think I charmed you that much with my hospital charisma. you should see what I'm like at full power."

you didn't need to open your eyes to know he was smiling back. "anytime, darling."

another chuckle at his words and another long pause. you didn't like the soft humming of the machines around you, but it was different when you weren't alone. heavy eyelids combined with steady beeping led you to start slipping asleep when he spoke up again.

"you wanna know what landed me here?"

damn him for choosing now to tell you. you stirred uncomfortably, body smushed against his while you tried to lay down on your side to face him, but it was incredibly uncomfortable and you quickly retreated back to the hellish laying on your back. you actions spurred him to continue.

"I was shot," he admitted nonchalantly. he seemed to be examining his nails and yawning like he wanted to emphasize just how much he didn't care much for the words he said.

"so my ninja theory wasn't so far off, then," you chuckled for a lack of a better response. "what'd the bullet pierce?"

dazai would never admit that he was mildly impressed that you didn't ask about who had shot him, or why. "the doctor said I'm a 'lucky bastard', because it missed all my vitals."

you have taken note of where the wound was, and confirmed again when he said that because he must really be lucky to miss out on death and major complications if he got shot in the abdomen and it missed all the important things in there.

"your doc sounds like they wanted you to have some damage," you remarked, gaze back on his face. maybe you were particularly tired, but his eyes felt so dreamy when he smiled. you decided you'd ask him out once you got out of the hospital.

"oh, she definitely did," he agreed, "but she's an old friend and I think all my coworkers were hoping for something more serious."

"kinda sounds like you did too."

he considered what to say; his double-suicide jokes felt incredibly out of place in this environment full of people desperately trying to cling on to life. even if you seemed to pick up on the general direction of what he was implying, he shook his head and turned it towards you.

"are you implying that I'm a masochist?" said with a sly smirk.

"are you denying it?" you mimicked his tone.

he did not, in fact, deny it. you fell asleep shortly afterwards teasing him about it, and he just took it with a stupid grin on his face. your head fell limp onto the pillow, and he only began to be convinced you weren't just pretending again when your jaw slowly dropped down to slightly open your mouth ungracefully and let out a soft snore.

he could've gotten away with falling asleep beside you, but he didn't know how his nurse would feel about seeing him in bed with another woman.

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two knocks at his open door signaled your presence.

"no walker," he said, showing you that he was impressed with an exaggerated nod of approval. "next thing I know, you'll be running marathons around the entire wing."

you huffed proudly, thinking about flopping onto his bed but your body wasn't quite ready to be thrown around just yet. "ahh, I wish. I've been told I need to stay an extra week because of my little incident. how's your timeline looking?"

he put up a four, indicating how many days until he abandoned you. faking a sorrowful sob, you wrapped your hands around his leg and hugged it like a child trying to get their parents to stay. "nuh uh, you're not! what happened to 'til death do us part'? was I the only one who said those vows?"

"apologies, my dear wife," he bowed apologetically, snickering. "I guess I'll just have to injure myself to come back to you~"

your frown was instantaneous and serious as you scooched up on the bed. "hey, don't joke about that kind of stuff. my old roommate was recovering from an attempt and she had it rough. I hate it when people joke about suicide just to sound funny."

oh.

dazai was lucky that all the members of the ada were too busy to come and visit him, because judging by your reaction, you would genuinely hate him if they heard kunikida call him a suicidal bastard or ranpo ask him why he's in the hospital if he wants to die. you may have been faking a crisis playfully the first time you met, but he felt a little ashamed lying in your presence with how truthful you were about your emotions. he admired it, but didn't know if he envied it too.

"anyways, I have something for you," you winked at him, then reached into the sleeve of your hospital gown and pulled out a simple flower. it was disheveled and barely alive, but some of the colour was still there and your smile was bright enough to compensate. "ta da!!"

"I thought flowers were not allowed in this hospital?" he raised a brow, a subtle pink dusting his cheeks at the action despite his typical unaffected demeanor and the fact that this gift was incredibly insignificant. his fingers held the stem delicately as you seemed proud that he liked it.

"they aren't!" you beamed with a giggle. "kai - the boy a few doors down from me - his girlfriend brought him some and that one really mean nurse threw them out. I was walking by the garbage and picked the best one for you."

he watched you shift closer when you finished speaking and laughed. "trash flowers."

"reminds me of you."

"ouch! I think I'm gonna need more pain meds from that sting!"

you called him a goof and continued to tell him about the rest of the hospital lore. he had been holding the flower for quite some time, and you asked what he was planning on doing with it. he asked you to fetch him one of those ridiculously tiny plastic cups at the drinking water stations and fill it up. the dying flower sunk into the water delicately while positioned on his bedside table.

responding to your remark that the nurses will have to throw it out if he let it out in the open, he reassured you that that won't be a problem. he still refused to reveal to you his methods, though.

day came and went; you finally asked him if he'd be interested in going out with you once you were both recovered; he did you one better and kissed you under the moonlight.

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you didn't care that the walls of the hospital rooms were thin; it was good when you were collapsed and the dull thud could mean the difference between life and death.

however, it made what you were doing even riskier.

"fuck... fuuuck, osamu take... mmn take it easy," you murmured against his lips, thighs parted as his fingers reached deep enough to get you shaking.

he was laying on his side, supporting his weight on his forearm while he buried his other hand into you with slow, calculated movements. neither of you were fully recovered and as much as you wanted to slam him against something and grind on him until he was a babbling mess, you weren't in a state to try just yet.

instead, dazai was spending his last night in the hospital making your thighs twitch and chest heave. things progressed fast after the first kiss, especially since the two of you had nothing to do all day but speak to the other. he occasionally got calls on his phone where he had to excuse himself to take it, but other than that you didn't have much else on your minds except each other.

he took you on a date to the cafeteria and offered you a fine dining experience (junk food he beat out of the vending machines) complete with the most exquisite wine pairing (a pack of juice boxes).

you took him on the next, sneaking into rooms where you most definitely weren't supposed to be wandering and broke into the nurse's lounge. you both stole uniforms and changed, although you had to admit he pulled off the dress rather well. you got him to throw on the tightest size he could fit into, and he did a little catwalk in his formfitting outfit. none of the staff caught you making out in the supply closet.

and the third day was simply another moment of lounging in each other's rooms and talking about nothing. he accidentally dozed off and woke up an hour later to your fingers tenderly running through his hair. he gave you the side eye, receiving a kiss on his temple as a response. dazai retaliated with a kiss of his own, and suddenly you were carefully trying to lay down on him to kiss him deeper, better, but your groans were of pain and not pleasure and he offered to swap positions.

and fuck, was this man talented. you were happy just looking at him and muttering about how pretty you thought he was, but he was a lot more sensitive to your little teases and fingers exploring the outline of his body than he let on, and he had pushed up the bottom of your gown to get in between your thighs.

"nnng... ahh, do that again," you rasped out as his thumb rubbed your clit with slowly, languid motions. "is this your... mmmnnn... your way of feeling guilty for leaving me haaah... here all by myself?"

"sorry," he quipped, albeit not looking sorry at all with that lazy grin as he looked at you through low lashes. "I haven't even left yet and you miss me."

your hips buckled painfully as a jolt surged through your body and made you muffle a moan into the side of his neck. "hey, I said take it easy. can't have me extending my stay just 'cause you fucked me good."

he promised he'd do his best, but only thrust into you with harsher movements once he saw you purse your lips to keep from whimpering. you called him a little shit, but that just seemed to make him even more smug.

a nurse heard you cry out, rushing to check up on you; they didn't see dazai hidden on the other side of your hospital bed while you explained that you just had a nightmare and woke up suddenly, promising to keep it down. they just sighed, walking out with a frustrated shake of their head as dazai popped back up and giggled along with you. you leaned your head over the edge of the bed, holding his face in your hands so you could kiss him again.

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"miss, please wake up. it's time for your medication, and you have a visitor."

you weren't sleeping. how could you, when it was your first night not crawling into dazai's bed to talk yourself to sleep? he was finally recovered enough to leave, and all you could do was ask him for his number so you could call him once you were out. 3 more days wasn't quite bad, but it was already piled on top of the countless ones that had passed. boredom was even more bitter once you'd tasted the sweetness of a friend.

reluctantly, pills dropped into your hand were thrown into your mouth and swallowed dry under the watchful gaze of the nurse. he didn't seem to particularly like you, but you supposed he had a right to when you kept breaking all the rules they had.

"what do I have to do to be next?" a smug voice resonated from the doorframe, lanky frame leaning against the wood as he watched you swallow.

you felt well enough to get up and give him a hug, but he beat you to it and leaned down to kiss your forehead. he sat on the edge of the bed and stroked your hair out of your face with the kind of shallow loving nature he seemed to have on by default. it took a few hours together for that to wear off and for his actions to begin feeling genuine again, but you never commented about it. you supposed everyone did that to a certain extent and you were just a little hyperaware of his giveaways.

"I didn't think you'd come back this soon," you admitted, trying to scooch on the bed so he could sit next to you as you used to. he seemed however to shake his head a little.

"I can't stay long, dear, duty calls," he said, but the look you gave him showed that you didn't believe that one bit. it didn't take much for him to give in and curl up by your side, clinging onto your body with a childish expression on his features. "this persuasive with nothing but your eyes, did I ever tell you how incredibly talented you are?"

"you did not, in fact. please do it more often," you chuckled, ruffling his hair and kissing him on the crown of his head twice before pulling him into your chest, his nose nuzzling in your neck right under your ear. you swept your hand across your body to hold him, but your iv was still in and it nearly got tangled in your limbs as well. "if you've gotta go, then why are you here, osamu?"

he gasped dramatically, turning towards the entrance. "nurse, nurse please get me something to fix my broken heart! my sweetheart doesn't want me here! on my surprise visit!"

the nurse seemed like he really was about to come in, but much more likely to be in order to remove your problematic visitor than hand him a first aid kit and fix his "broken heart". you shushed him, laughing hysterically as he got all of his melodramatic needs out of the way, asking you if you've considered giving him your house in your will, asking how long you wanted him to mourn you. refreshing, he was refreshing. a breath of fresh air after all these stuffy hours spent in the hospital.

"do you really need to go?" you asked, cradling his cheek with your palm and rubbing slow circles with your thumb. "have you just come to remind me what I can't have, osamu? how cruel of you. you may have been the one shot but I'm pretty sure you just twisted the knife in my back."

he enjoyed your playful banter, but this time a more serious look was on his face. you tilted your head to the side, watching him curiously, trying to analyze his movements and figure out why he was acting weird when suddenly, he grabbed the trashcan from next to him and coughed into it.

"oh my god— osamu, hey, oh fuck, that's blood..." you swore to yourself, calling out loudly for the nurse as well as pressing the emergency button you had on your bedside while you got to his side and held him softly, unsure what to do. he always seemed so above all of this, the treatment, the pain, the entire hospital even, that it felt shocking to watch him cough up more and more blood into the can, rasping without a single witty comment in between.

you combed your fingers through his hair, pulling all of it out of his face as if you'd both been hungover college girls waking from a rough night. the blood seemed to be easing up, but he was wincing and holding his hand to the spot where he said that he'd gotten shot.

"osamu, baby, try to breathe for me. in through your nose, as slow as you can manage. help is on its way, they're going to find out what happened and you're going to be okay, alright? you can't die, we spent all this time discussing my funeral plans and not yours, so I'm not ready," you joked, partly out of habit but mostly because you wanted him feeling reassured as you held him and waited for someone to come in and fix everything.

he seemed to try to say something, but you clicked your tongue and wiped the mixture of saliva and blood from the corner of his lips with your finger. "don't try to say anything. store every asshole remark you want to make in your head and tell it to me later, once everything has passed. 'cause it's going to pass, osamu, it always does. you're going to be fine."

you glanced down at his shirt, noticing the widening pool of crimson in his chest, and hoped that you were right.

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you were discharged, but feeling more sick than ever. pacing back and forth in the waiting room, you resisted the urge to go to the receptionist and ask her about his condition again, only to be told that a, you aren't immediate family and therefore can't be informed, and b, she didn't have any information about his anyways.

dazai had been taken into surgery to fix what sounded like ruptured stitches (he was pushing himself too much and they burst, according to what you understood) and you refused to leave without knowing how he was doing.

the wait was long, agonizing and you contemplated faking a relapse of your illness just to get inside and see for yourself, but quickly convinced yourself that you're not that desperate. yet. a doctor walked out, spoke briefly to the receptionist who pointed at you with a look full of attitude. you sighed out of relief, figuring this meant you were finally getting an update.

"so, the doctor told me that your surgery went well and you'd be alright in a few days if you actually followed their words this time," you finished recounting, holding dazai's hand and pressing soft kisses to his knuckles in between sentences. "then you, my sleeping beauty, took two lovely hours just to wake up. I slept a little while waiting, so if you find some drool on your sheets... technically, that's your fault."

drowsy, half-conscious but still able to weakly chuckle at your words. his fingers twitched a little in your grasp, so you just continued to hold him tenderly while he let out drawn-out gasps as he adjusted to being awake.

"try to focus on my voice," you offered, knowing all too well the experience of waking up and wanting to slither out of your body. "don't think about the pain, don't try to convince yourself that you're stronger than it. just listen to me, okay?"

he whispered a soft "okay" to let you know that he was going to try, and you smiled against the back of his hand.

"tonight, I'm going to stay here with you," you begun reciting, almost like a fairy tale that should've started with once upon a time. "I'll sneak into the cafeteria, talk to my guy to get you the good stuff, y'know the green jell-o that everyone is jealous of? tomorrow, I'll put you on a wheelchair and we can go terrorize the nurses again. the day after, we can just stay in bed and I'll kiss you all better so that the following day, I can give you a ride home and we can finally get the hell out of this boring place."

his grip on your hand slightly tightened, and you watched his face flush a soft pink. you checked his temperature, wondering if he was spiking a fever already, but realized it was the rosiness of a blush. you giggled at him and his flusteredness, holding him near and continuing with more tales of ridiculously detailed date plans.

he fell asleep again once you'd gotten to your plans on day 43, but you kept going until you got told visiting hours were over and you had to leave. you kissed his sweaty forehead and swore you saw him smile faintly as you walked out.

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you did everything you told him you'd do.

you got him the treats he wanted, noticing how he was especially shy around you when you started bringing him the little trinkets. you bought him real flowers, too, making sure you hid them as well as possible from the hospital staff, but you were already professionals at this point.

after his incident, you learned about a softer side to dazai, one that led him to blushing and losing his words when you complimented him instead of responding with his own. you would surprise him with a spontaneous fashion show featuring the hospital's limited assortment of clothing options, or wearing the nurse's uniform again as you pretended to be helping him take his meds and reminding him to take it easy.

and he did. dazai finally listened, allowing you to pamper him and actually voicing when his pain was getting bad. he mentioned briefly, on a single occasion, that his past job involved a lot of physical pain, but you sensed that you shouldn't bring it up any further. you just let him fall asleep, over and over again, in your arms and never rushed him. the best thing was that you could pretend at work that you were still gone on medical leave, so no one bothered you while you stayed with him.

"does it bother you that I'm always around?" you asked softly on one occasion, helping him to and from the bathroom after spending nearly 30 straight minutes joking about piss kinks. "I don't mean to be too much, constantly by your side. I know some people get kinda annoyed when you care too much, too soon."

dazai, walking with his arm over your shoulder so you could support some of his weight as he made his way back to the bed, seemed to have his legs give out suddenly. your reflexes were fast, and you swooped down to catch him, his body arched backwards as you looked down at him like you had been dancing the tango.

the sneaky bastard smiled at you.

"you're cute when you worry," he said simply, and you briefly considered dropping him out of spite. instead, you kissed him and slowly brought him onto the bed. even more cautiously, you sat down on his lap, little to no weight actually being placed on him as you supported yourself on your parted knees. "hm? what's this? what happened to being worried about being too much?"

you ignored his taunt and sat there for a few minutes, just holding him, kissing him and whispering everything that went through your mind. "surely you aren't complaining, are you, sweetheart? yeah, I didn't think so."

it was harder for him to sit still than it was to endure the pain; he slowly got weaned off the medication, but at the same time he was strictly forbidden from going out, using his phone or seeing many people.

on the day of his discharge, you begged him to let you drive him home. he said that it wasn't your responsibility, that he would manage, but the man he was calling sounded like he wanted dazai to rot away in the hospital for the rest of his life.

"all of that because you don't do your paperwork?" you asked with a chuckle, sitting by his side with his belonging in a bag on your lap, waiting for him to finish his call with his friend from work, if you could call that friendship. "really, I told you that I don't mind. let me drive you home, I'm sure this kuni... kunikida guy will appreciate it. what exactly is your problem with that?"

"I like to maximize my time spent annoying kunikida," he explained sensibly with a grin, groaning slightly as he got up and sat back down on the wheelchair. you placed the bag on his lap and began wheeling him towards the exit while he continued. "it's been too long since I've been a pain in his ass, sooooo..."

"is that an excuse 'cause you don't want me seeing your place?"

he gasped loudly, gathering the attention of all that you passed by. "dear, I swear that I'm a good liar. how do you see through me so quickly?!"

"the same way you see through me, I suppose," you laughed softly. "and if you don't feel ready to have me so much as see your home, I don't mind, I'm a patient woman. get it? patient. it's a hospital joke."

your understanding of nearly every curveball he threw at you was too much, and quite frankly he couldn't handle it. every time he tried to push you away, gain some distance because you were getting too comfortable with him emotionally, too close to the parts of him that he didn't keep guarded, you somehow managed to take a step back without hating him or demanding more. he'd always been the type to let women fall for him, that's true, but you weren't asking for anything in return and he just didn't get it.

that was the reason dazai couldn't let you take him home, not because he was ashamed of where he lived but because your relationship was confined within the walls of this hospital and he was afraid of what would happen if you continued outside of them.

it was also the reason he found himself crying once you finally brought him to the front entrance of the hospital, about to check one more time with him that he refused to get a ride with you when you noticed his tears. panicked, you looked at his chest for signs of blood, his face for signs of fever or pain, anything physical.

"osamu, is everythi— nmmf!"

he'd never kissed you like that before, grabbing your face while you crouched down to look at him and just feel you, all of you, on his tongue. desperate and needy, like he'd never touched you before or like you were some kind of lifesaving drug (which you must've been: he hadn't thought about suicide in weeks, hadn't joked about it, hadn't asked someone to a double-suicide. the prospect felt so foreign, ridiculous when he thought about never seeing you again). in the middle of the lobby, you were practically making out all of a sudden which was why you had to pull away temporarily and look at him, confused.

you didn't ask him why he did that. you just laughed (he loved the sound of your laugh) and called him impatient. yet somehow, both of your gazes met and there seemed to be some kind of mutual understanding of the feelings involved. you were so genuine about your emotions that he both psychologically and physically broke.

he was silent as you wheeled him to your car, helped him in and told him to wait as you returned the wheelchair. he sat down, looking at the mess, the faint chaotic smell that somehow matched you perfectly and relaxed into the passenger seat. when you came back, asking him for his address, he opened his mouth meekly to ask if he could stay with you for a few days since he knew he would slack off on the meds and eat junk food if he was living alone again. he almost looked embarrassed as he asked it, looking down at his hands instead of at you.

he wasn't wearing his bandages. in truth, they'd been cut off since he had that emergency surgery, but he never put them back on. dazai told himself that it was because he liked to feel your skin on his, but deep down he knew that it was much more than that.

too quickly. dazai osamu fell in love too quickly and he didn't know how to make it slow down.

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"osaaaaaaamuuuuuu!" you called out, trying to wake him up at 6 in the morning. "time for your medicationnnnnn!"

he pretended to snore, and you pretended not to notice his tricks.

you stood there, hand on your hip, sweaty as you were just back from your morning exercise. trying to keep your health in the kind of shape that you wouldn't have to go back to the hospital was nice, but the early mornings took a while to get used to. luckily, it helped that you had your snoring boyfriend as a natural alarm clock.

"oh, he's sleeping? that sure is a shame," you dramatically pouted, setting the small cup with the pills down on the bedside in fake dejection and loudly walking over to your bathroom. "I guess I'll just have to shower all alone..."

on command, the covers were thrown in the air, osamu yelling "I'm awake!" and swallowing the pills dry in a panicked frenzy.

it works every time.

he giggled, holding your hand once he got up in order to make sure you weren't joking and truly drag you to the bathroom. you barely managed to murmur a "good morning" before he was all over you, slowing down only when you told him to take it easy with a laugh.

you'd both met each other when you were broken, but right now you've never felt so whole.

[evolnoomym]

🌙Joel Miller Masterlist🌙

Smile For Me🌿 ~ Post Outbreak!Joel Miller

-> summary: What if you’ve given up on peaceful quiet life? What if you find a place where you can let your guard down? What if after years of brutality you find solitude? What if you’re finally happy?

Runaway Butterfly🦋 ~ Sugar Daddy!Joel Miller

-> summary: You wanted to get away for so long. Leaving everything behind, all the trauma, all the pain and even your old self. You become someone new and then you meet him. In a way you saved each other. But what happens when the past comes back?

Bigger than the whole sky 🌌 ~ Dbf!Joel

-> Summary: You meet Joel and well of course you fall for each other. It’s a bit bumpy since he’s your Dads best friend. But things seem to work out until they don’t anymore. One event changes everything.

The Night We Met🌠/Pt.2 ~ Dbf!Joel

-> summary: You return to Texas after being gone for 5 months.

Little Freak🌛/Pt.1 ~ Gilf!Joel

-> summary: You love your boyfriend very much. But maybe there’s someone better?

Secrets and Lies 🌜/Pt.2 ~Gilf!Joel

-> summary: The filthy Adventures continue, but now Jack joins the fun. Together they make your dream of taking them at the same time come true. But what about James?

Washing Machine Heart 🩶~ Mom’s Bestfriend!Joel

->Summary: Your Mom is not nice to you, her only Daughter, always picking on you whenever she can. To get back at her you decide to seduce and fuck her Highschool Best-friend Joel Miller. Oh she also has a crush on him so that’s a bonus.

Heart to Heart 🤎 ~ Jackson!Joel Miller

-> summary: Joel and you are out on a ride on a little Autumn Date

I’ll Make You Love Me💋 ~ BFD!Joel Miller

-> summary: In Joel’s eyes you are an unpleasant person. Yet he has to pretend as if he would not want to get rid of you for Sarah’s sake, she loves you so much you are her best friend. Well Joel also feels terrible for the rather unethical thoughts he has of you.

Make Daddy Proud 🦂 ~ Stepdad!Joel Miller

-> summary: You don’t necessarily like your Mothers new beefy Husband, he tries and tries. To no avail, you just won’t warm up to him. When his patience reaches an end things finally get interesting.

Birthday Cake Baking 🎂~ Boyfriend!Joel

-> summary: It’s your birthday and Joel bakes you a surprise cake. Then it turns a lil dirty.

Bubble Tea and Joel’s Balls🧋~ Boyfriend!Joel

-> summary: You get your favorite drink and Joel makes some dirty innuendos.

One Way Or Another ☠️ ~ Jackson!Joel

-> summary: Is it really just a stupid fairytale or is it truly more than that?

Temptress 🧥~ Married!Joel

-> summary: You deliver a forbidden and dirty gift to Joel.

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[peachy-dove]

Hey peach darling I loveeee your work that you did with Garp 🥵❤️ please I need more!!!😭😭😭❤️

can I request a smut with Garp again with a younger female reader where she calls him daddy in bed for the first time ❤️❤️😭

Monkey. D. Garp X Fem! Reader

Who’s Your Daddy?

CW: MDNI!! 18+, Large age gap (reader is 25), Fem reader, daddy kink, nicknames like: little girl, sweet girl, etc., overstimulation, cursing, oral (fem and male receiving), dirty talk, cum on face, hair pulling

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I’m actually really excited for this, I'm glad so many people are Garp simps just like me lol, but let’s get to the good stuff!! (I finished opla and my Garp appetite is strong!) (I took forever on this cuz of college and stuff :(()

 The restaurant was beautiful. The atmosphere was great and the service was spectacular! Your lovely Gilf boyfriend Garp took you on a lovely date to celebrate your promotion to rear admiral within the navy this weekend.he reaches across the table and places his hand on yours.

“I’m so proud of you sweetheart!” He grins widely at you, the sheer amount of admiration shining off his bright eyes.

 You look up at him and smile fondly at him, “Thank You Garp, I’m just happy all the extra training has been paying off!” You lift up your glass of wine and take a sip, reminiscing on the long training sessions and hours spent to become the young marine that you are today.Your lovely boyfriend supporting you the entire way with lots of special rewards and treatment.

Dinner was lovely and you allowed him to come back to your room for a “celebration” of sorts. Garp picks you up in his large hands enveloping you and touching everywhere his hands can reach.

He lays you on the bed and strips you out of your lavish dress (that he bought you by the way). His tongue frantically moved across yours while his hands worked the rest of your clothes off leaving you bare and wet only for his eyes to see. He steps back and strips off his own suit leaving his boxers on.

“I’m quite thirsty (y/n) why don’t you give me a little taste, hm?” Garp gets on the bed and his big hands pull you quickly closer to him. You let out a soft whine at the feeling of his rough hands manhandling you made your cunt drip with ecstacy. Your big strong man was gonna make it all better~ “Garp pleasee~” you cry out for his tongue on your aching sex. As your breaths drew quicker in a flash Garp had his mouth on you in an instant, loving the way you begged for him made his dick twitch and throb.

His tongue made quick work of your pussy. Dipping and diving through your folds leaving not an inch uncovered. “Garp please!” you shout out to him grinding your hips onto his face. Slick covering his beard and mouth. Garp hums at the taste of your delicious lips on his. “That’s right scream for me sweet girl~” He pulls your thighs over his broad shoulders and wraps his arms around them to keep your legs from closing. Not letting you have even a spare centimeter between him and HIS pussy. He ate at you like he was starving, the restaurant not giving him enough he wanted his dessert now.

Garp settles his tongue on your clit flicking away at the nub trying to bring you closer to your orgasm. “FUCK DADDY PLEASE!” you scream almost regrettably. It flew out of your mouth so fast you didn’t even have time to correct yourself as your hips started bucking and your juices squirted all over Garp’s smug face. He heard you and boy did he hear you loud and clear.

As you calmed down from your high you felt Garp rubbing your hip with his thumb to try and soothe you but man did you want to wipe that smirk off his stupidly sexyface! “What did you call me, little girl? You might have to repeat it for me, my hearing isn’t what it used to be~” He teased as he chuckled to himself wanting to hear it from you again.

“I didn’t say anything! I-I don’t know what you’re talking about babe’ you say as you try to pull yourself away from him but Garp’s grip on you was firm. Curse his stupid muscles! Your thoughts are soon interrupted by him licking a stripe up your sensitive pussy again. “I Know what you said honey, now I want to hear it from you again, tell Daddy what you want~” He sucks harshly on your clit again as you shiver and moan loudly “Ngh~ I-” you start to say but the pleasure is too much. You can feel the pressure in your tummy coming up again as he assaults your clit with his tongue over and over again, the overstimulation too much to bear. “Come on sweetheart you can say it~” He says as he pulls away to reposition you so that he is on his knees on the bed, and pulls your body up towards him so that you are practically upside down.

He holds your waist in making sure you don’t fall. With his other hand he rubs at your clit with his middle and index fingers feeling your hard clit throb under his ministrations. “Fucking say it pretty girl!!” He says a hint of firmness but frustration is his voice.

“FUCK YES DADDY PLEASE FUCK ME DADDY!!” you cry out again as you cum again making a mess with Garp finally letting you down and whispering in your ear praises of “Good girl” and “I knew my good girl could handle it” and finally “Daddy’s got you babygirl~”

When you finally calm down Garp pulls your body towards his as he lays down next to you helping you come down from your high. “How ya’ feeling sweetheart?” he asks brushing your hair out of your face and kissing your neck softly to ease your mind and body.

“Feel so good daddy~” you giggle as you say it outloud and in your right mind. “Good because daddy still needs you” You finally feel his thick hard dick prodding your side and you breathe in and reach down to run your palm over his tip, he hisses from the touch. His cock had been aching for you to touch him.

“Don’t worry sweetheart I know that cunt is is still sensitive” He slaps your wet cunt with his huge hand and you whimper from the sting and how sensitive your cunny is.

He lets out a hearty laugh at your plight as you sit up and lay in front of his stiff cock as he lays on his back. “That’s it babydoll make daddy feel good.” He says as he relaxes back as you start to stroke his dick in your tiny hands try to make him feel as good as possible. He licks his lips as he starts to hum in satisfaction as the relief of your touch is in his reach.

You run your tongue from his base to tip and across his heavy full balls waiting to make a mess on your pretty face. You kitten lick at his tip trying to prep yourself for the massive dick that was about to wreck your throat and jow. After plenty of times taking him in it always seemed so daunting. “Stop playing around girl,” Garp’s impatience showed on his face.

You take one last breath in and take him in your mouth. He was heavy on your tongue, his skin tasting so good like a treat you could never get enough of. You both hum in content for your own pleasures as you bobbed your head as he put his hand on the back of your head not pushing you too much but more so to keep you close. “Such a Good girl for me, go on and suck that dick real good babygirl” Garp moaned as he tossed his head back from the pleasure.

The praises didn’t stop and neither did you. You took his dick further in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat, heavily breathing through your nose. Deepthroating him was such a challenge but you loved how he could fill your throat with just his size alone.You pick up your pace and take him in deeper, your tongue working his underside to push him further to his own edge. “FUCkK” He yells as you reach down and play with his balls. “Fuck you know how to suck cock don’t you slut?” Garp’s growls and small whimpers turn you on as he bucks his hips as you continue to work along his dick.

“I’m gonna fucking cum! Gonna cum on that pretty face little girl, FUCKING TAKE IT” he yells as he grabs you harshly by your hair ripping you off of his cock and shooting his load on your face.

 Garmp lets out a harsh growl and he comes down from his high. Finally sitting up he brings you closer to his face making you crawl up to him. “So pretty for daddy sweetheart~” Garp feeling proud at marking you as his and his only. 

Garp kisses you deeply, licking some of the cum from the corner of your lips. You whimper from the gesture as he lets you go. “Let’s get you cleaned up dear, you did so well for me babydoll~”

Garp gets you both cleaned up and as he spoons you from the back he whispers to you before you drift off,

“Get some rest sweetheart because you’re gonna need it for round 2 when your Daddy is ready~”

[merlincmgirl]

Anal - RebelRex x FReader - NSFW

Summary: The day was finally here. You and Rex had been waiting for this, training up to it. Finally you had both decided that it was now time to take the next step in your sexual adventures.

Characters: Rebels!Rex

Pairing: Rebels!Rex x F!Reader

Word Count: 6, 176

Warnings: PinA sex, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, butt plug, praise, aftercare

Authour's Note: GILF!Rex is here! How could I not do the man, the legend when he's in his Rebel era!

The day was finally here. Today was the day. You and Rex had been preparing for this day for a while, talking things over and coming up with a plan. Today, Rex was going to fuck your ass.

It had taken a bit of work, not just the physical side of it, but the logistics as well. More often than not, your alone time with Rex was always cut short. He was a busy man, and you were just as busy. The Rebellion wasn’t going to run itself, and most days you were either interrupted or too tired to do more than cuddle.

But both of you had the evening off, courtesy of Ashoka who had insisted that you both slowed down. The Rebellion wouldn’t grind to a halt for a night if you and Rex took a break. So that’s why you were here in his private quarters, both of you in soft, comfortable longe clothes as you lay on his chest.

It always amazed you at how soft and gentle Rex was with you. You ran your fingers over the bronzed skin on his arms that was peaking out of his short sleeves. They were dotted with a few scars, both from the war and from everyday living. It always amazed you how after all the horror, the war, the torture that he had lived through, Rex was a genuinely kind man that looked after everyone. He had a strong sense of honour and loyalty. He was always trying to do the right thing by everyone and you knew that it weighed heavily on his shoulders. It’s why you tried to get him to slow down every once in a while, think about himself. He had once said that you reminded him of one of his brothers, determined for him to take it easy and look after himself more. It was a compliment that you would keep close to his chest.

It brought back memories of how you had met him. You were being introduced to the team after being picked up by Hera, the kind and passionate Twi’lek had taken you under her wing and brought you back to the Rebellion. Captain Rex had been the one to capture your attention, and you his, he had shaken your hand and offered to show you around the base. How could you say no to an offer like that? He had been so attentive and kind, showing you the places that had a little less foot traffic and his own personal spot where he could catch a few moments to himself without getting called upon or interrupted. After that, the pair of you seemed joined at the hip, Rex eager to teach you some defensive moves and how to shoot a blaster. It had paved the way for your romance and relationship to blossom. Much to everybody else’s smug and knowing looks.

Rex ran his hands slowly up and down your spine, massaging the tense muscles every once in a while when he felt them underneath his palms. His hands were so big and warm. The soothing brush of them enough to make you relax and forget about all the worries and struggles of the rebellion. It reminded you how strong Rex really was, even with his accelerated ageing, he could still lift and move you without breaking a sweat.

“What are you thinking so hard about, cyare?” he asked teasingly, looking down to see your face twisted in concentration. He ran a finger over your brow, smoothing the wrinkled skin out.

“Just you and how lucky I am to have you” you smiled sweetly up at him, propping your chin up on his chest and looking up into his golden-brown eyes.

“What are you thinking about an old man like me for?” Rex scoffed, shaking his head in wonder as he became lost in your gaze.

“You’re not old! You’ve treated me better than any man my age ever could!” you protested, defending him from his own words. Because it was true, Rex treated you like you deserved. He was the one who had shown you just how beautiful and lovely and caring you was. Always saying how lucky he was to have found you. Most of the people you had been with before hadn’t been like that, or it always felt like an uphill struggle to get the compliments from them that Rex so freely expressed. So you hated it when he didn’t see his own worth.

“You’re right, I’ve made you cum in this bed more times than any of those hotshot pilots that follow you around ever could” he said smugly, hand coming to rest on your ass and another on your cheek. He thumbed your cheekbone, running it across the delicate skin there and taking you in.

“It’s what I love about you, Captain. Always so humble” you teased, grin splitting your face as you shook your head at him. He was right, but he didn’t have to say it like that.

“That’s an achievement I’m very proud of” he rumbled with amusement, pulling you up to his chest with his hand under your bum, lips capturing yours. You couldn’t help but moan as he pushed against the plug, sending it deeper into your ass and causing you to moan into the kiss. Rex gave a gentle nip to your bottom lip before pulling away, eyebrow raised at you.

His hand slipped underneath your trousers and underwear, fingers trailing down the cleft before stopping at the feel of something hard. He felt for the base of the plug that was snuggled deep between your cheeks.

You couldn’t help but take in a ragged breath as you looked away, knowing he was going to be shocked.

You weren’t wrong, he was shocked at finding the plug inside of you, but not for the reason you thought. He was shocked at his own reaction, as he felt himself twitch and harden inside of his blacks. “Well, what’s all this? Did you do something after I left you this morning?” he hummed, tapping the base of the plug with his fingers. He movement sent a jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine and you buried your head into his chest, feeling heat creep along your face. But Rex wasn’t having any of it, as he wound his fingers through your hair and tugged slightly, pulling your face up to meet his.

“I may have prepared myself for you” you admitted, hands gripping onto the shirt of his blacks. You could see and feel just how much he liked the idea as you felt him hardening beneath you.

“Tell me what you did” he ordered, voice as rough as gravel.

You blushed, biting your lip as you looked more at his chest than his face. “When you left, I wanted to surprise you for tonight, so you could fuck my ass, just like you promised” you murmured, running your hands across his chest as you tried to find the words. Swallowing heavily, you looked up into his lust drawn gaze. “I got your cum off my stomach with my fingers and opened myself up. Wanted to use your cum as lube to put the plug in” you revealed, giving into temptation and hiding yourself into his neck.

“Good girl, you’re so perfect for me” Rex groaned, feeling the way your hips had started to move against his own, searching for some kind of friction. He didn’t even know if you realised you were doing it, but it was pushing him further and further into his own desire to fill you. Just the thought of you using his cum from this morning to slide in the plug. Kriff, if he wasn’t hard before, he would be now. When he pushed into you, his own cum would be there to slick the push, to know that he was already marking you there in that forbidden hole.

He ran a gentle, soothing hand up your spine and gripped the back of your neck. Pressing kisses along your cheeks. “How many times did you cum?” he asked, hearing the soft shudder of your breath against his neck.

“Twice” you admitted, grinding against his cock that was poking into your thigh.

“Greedy girl, after everything I gave you this morning as well” he teased, guiding your face up into a passionate kiss. You couldn’t help but moan at the feel of his tongue against yours, teasing and tasting you in a way that quickly pushed all thought out of your head. It was hard to think with Rex holding you close to him, wrapping an arm around your waist and one keeping a firm grip on the back of your neck. Surrendering to his mouth and his hands, you let out a little shocked gasp as he flipped you onto your back while he hovered above you.

You smiled up at him, cupping his face, thumb stroking his bearded cheek and taking him in. He returned it, leaning down to press kisses along your jaw and sucking a mark on the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. You moaned, hips raising up into his stomach at the flash of heat that shot to your core at his kiss. His hands trailed to the hem of your shirt and he looked up at you.

“Can I, cyare?” he asked, waiting for your nod before he lifted it off you.

“As if I’d ever say no” you rolled your eyes, affection close to bursting at his sweet gestures. You tugged teasingly on his own shirt.

“Doesn’t hurt to ask, mesh’la” he chuckled, swiftly reaching for the top of his blacks and throwing it off.

You barely had time to take in his broad chest, his thick trunk and the light dusting of hair that ran across his chest before your shirt was being lifted from you, obscuring the incredible sight that was before you. Pouting, you watched as he chucked your shirt behind him. “Hey, I wanted to look!” you complained, pout reaching adorable levels. But you couldn’t help but watch as his nipples hardened in the cool air of the room.

“Was you? Sorry to spoil your fun, love. But I wanted to look as well” he teased, looking down at the incredible sight before him. His hands travelled from your hips, up your torso and across the breast band that you wore, giving your breasts a gentle squeeze that had your eyes sliding shut with a soft sigh. He couldn’t help but appreciate the trust and love you gave him as you let him touch you, to open yourself up to him like this. It was something he was grateful for everyday. “Maker, what did I do to deserve someone like you?” he breathed, tone full of love and warmth, but not quite hiding his own insecurity.

Snapping your eyes open, you sent Rex a firm, but loving look. “By being you and loving me so well!” you insisted, reaching up to press your lips against yours. He sighed into the kiss, leaning more of his weight down on top of you. Your hands ran over his head, down his thick neck and across his shoulders, trailing your nails gently down his spine before giving him a swift pinch at his side.

Rex flinched, what sounded like a small giggle escaping his mouth before he pulled away and scowled at you. You weren’t the only one that was ticklish! “No need to play so dirty mesh’la” he grumbled, laying kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. His talented mouth shut down any retort you were going to send his way; as he sucked and bit marks across your skin that would no doubt purple by tomorrow. He always did enjoy seeing the results of what he did to you in the light of a new day.

His hands slipped underneath your breast band, reaching for the mechanism underneath you as you raked your nails down his back, squeezing onto his ass and wrapping your legs around his. Just the feeling of him pressing you down into the mattress felt so good.

When he undid the band and tugged it off you, Rex couldn’t help but smile at the soft sound of relief you let out, the torturous device finally off you. Gently, he cupped your breasts, pressing soft kisses and massaging the red skin from where the band had been digging into you. The soft hum of appreciation sent warmth to the pit of his stomach, hearing just how well you enjoyed him looking after you.

As your eyes were closed, he pressed a gentle kiss to the underside of your breast before brushing his thumb across your other nipple. Mindful of his strength, he pinched your nipple, giving it a sharp tug that sent you moaning and hips bucking into his stomach. “Fuck Rex!” you gasped, feeling his chuckle echo and vibrate in your chest. He enjoyed how reactant you were for him, every touch, caress and stroke enough to send you to the highest of heights and cause you to release noises that always made him ache for you.

Switching his attention to the other breast, he let his tongue soothe the aching bud before he scraped his teeth over it, listening to your panting breaths and gasps as his hand massaged your other breast. He couldn’t help but tease you, sucking hard before gently soothing the heat that he was causing within you. Your hands tugged at him, trying to pull him even close to you.

While you were distracted by his talented mouth and hand, his other hand reached down your stomach, sliding into your trousers. He could feel the heat from you even there and he gently trailed his fingers against your covered slit. There was already a damp patch, your arousal seeping into the material. Unable to keep them still, your hips bucked up into his hands, a small moan slipping from your mouth at his gentle first touch to you there.

“Kriff Rex! Please touch me” you groaned, throwing your head back as he began teasing you through the soaked material. You watched as he slowly began kissing down your stomach, making sure to leave marks on your sides and belly, his beard a delightful scratch against your skin as he worked closer and closer to where you want him. He rested his chin on your lower stomach, honey coloured eyes looking at you full of desire and lust. Underneath all that, you could see how much Rex loved you, how much he wanted this and how much he needed you to feel good because of him. You hope the same feeling was echoed in your own eyes as you gave him a small nod.

It was all the consent he needed before he hooked his deft fingers underneath your trousers and underwear and pulled them swiftly down your legs. You couldn’t keep in the heavy sigh that left you as he removed your trousers and underwear, making sure that you were left bare to his eyes. Unable to help it, you snapped your thighs closed at his heavy gaze as he soaked in your dripping opening.

He tutted, running his warm hands up and down your thighs before prying them open, situating himself in between them. “I want to see you, mesh’la. Keep these open for me” he instructed gently, pressing a kiss to the crease of your thigh where your hip and thigh met. He helped spread your legs even wider on his broad shoulders.

Maker! The plug inside you shifted at that and you couldn’t help but clench your hands into the bed sheets beneath you at just how wide your Captain was. Just making space for him had you spread open for him. It was exactly what he was going to feel like inside of you, making room for himself as he pushed his cock into your tight hole. It had you clenching before his eyes.

“Fuck! Just look at you! It’s a shame I won’t be filling your pretty pussy tonight. It’s just begging for something to fill it” he growled lowly, watching in fascination as you clenched around nothing because of his words. He rutted into the bed beneath him, trying to gain a little friction to help stave off his approaching desire to just fuck you into the mattress and fuck your ass another night.

“You look so pretty, cyare. I can’t wait to taste you on my tongue” he groaned, laying kisses along your inner thigh. You whined lowly, trying to tug him closer so you could press your core against his face. He was taking too long and you wanted to feel him now. “Do you want that? Me eating you out like it was my last meal. Kriff, love, if they asked me what it would be, it would be you, sitting on my face until my heart gives out” he murmured, spreading his affectionate kisses to your other thigh.

“Rex!” you complained, forcing yourself up onto your elbows to look down at him.

He chuckled, shaking his head at you. “Patience is a virtue” he reminded, and before you could really start moaning, he flattened his tongue against you, running from your opening and flicking the tip of his tongue against your slit.

Whatever you were about to say to him disappeared in a series of delicate licks and probing strokes inside of you. You couldn’t help but let out a loud moan as Rex sucked your clit into his mouth, teasing your bud with experienced strokes and flicks of his tongue that left you unable to do anything but buck into him. His strong hands held down your hips, letting him feast on you without writhing against his mouth too much.

He hummed against your core, fingers joining his tongue as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

You cried out at the feel of his vibrations against you, causing the heat to build in your body as you desperately tried to keep from cumming too soon. Stars! It felt like the coil of pleasure within you with each stroke of his tongue against your inner walls and clit.

“Rex!” you whined, slamming your eyes shut as he worked two of his thick fingers inside of you, stretching you open as he dragged the edges of his teeth against your bud of pleasure. “FUCK!” you moaned, bucking your hips up into his face as he growled in pleasure at you. With a curl of his fingers and a well timed suck of your clit, your release hit you like a star freighter.

Squeezing your eyes closed and screaming out his name, you could barely stop to take note of the flash of white that shot behind your eyes as you clenched widely around his fingers. Rex happily collected your juices on his tongue, savouring the taste that was unique to you as he helped you ride out the waves of pleasure with gentle touches and strokes.

“That’s a good girl mesh’la, you did so well for me. You came for me so hard, you look so pretty screaming my name” he whispered praises into your skin, stroking the sweat slicked skin on your stomach and hips.

“Maker Rex, who would have thought the innocent Captain could do that?” you murmured, resting your head against the pillows and taking deep breaths. You felt your legs still trembling, your inner walls fluttering against his fingers as you slowly came back to your senses.

“You inspire me, love” he smirked, before sliding down to look at the plug that was still buried into your ass. He groaned as he took in the jewelled base that was poking out. Gripping the back of your thighs, he pushed you open, revealing yourself to his eyes as he scanned the sight before him. The plug was a lovely blue, just the type of blue that you saw Rex wear and the countless ways in which he and his brothers tried to personalise their armour.

He ran his fingers around the base, gently teasing the stretched rim of you that he could see. “Mesh’la!” he breathed, staring at his colours poking out from your ass. It was an incredibly arousing sight, as he struggled to keep himself under control. “You’re perfect, my sweet girl! Are these my colours?” he whispered, leaning up to press his forehead against yours.

“501st blue” you confirmed, letting your eyes close and breath in your mingled breaths. The Keldabe kiss always felt so special with him.

Rex groaned heavily, kissing you swiftly before looking down at you, unable to take his eyes off the plug inside of you and wearing his colours as well. He wished he had found you during the clone wars, he would have showered you with his armour and the paints of the 501st, made sure everybody knew that you were his girl.

“Looks so good I don’t want to take it out” he mumbled, nuzzling his nose with yours before sitting back on his hunches.

“You better, I really want you to fuck my ass. After all the trouble I went to as well” you grumbled, running a hand over his perky nipples and down his waist.

“Don’t worry, mesh’la. I want that as well” he assured, unable to stop the genuine smile that flickered along his face. He gripped your hips, picking you up and flipping you over so you lay on your stomach in front of him.

You felt him press his weight against you, groaning into your neck as his cock slid in between the globes of your ass. He could smell the faint scent of your shampoo and the unique sound of your hitched breath as his hands slid up your sides. “Kriff Rex, you feel so good against me” you sighed, running your hand up to cup his head as your hips began pushing back against him. With every small movement of his hips, it sent the plug deeper inside of you, making you want to buck against him and feel him inside of you, stretching you out.

“Easy love, need you to take a deep breath for me, can you do that?” Rex murmured into the soft skin of your shoulder blades. He pressed delicate kisses there, beard rubbing deliciously against you. Whining softly, you nodded, reaching behind you to squeeze at his hips that were pinning you down. “Good girl, I’m going to take this plug out and then I’m going to fuck your ass, just like we’ve been dreaming about mesh’la” he promised, pulling away from you.

You missed the warmth that was plastered over your form, wanting it back. It was relaxing, a soothing reminder of Rex’s presence but you knew that what was coming would be much more fun than Rex just lying on top of you.

“Ready?” Rex asked, checking in on you.

“Yeah, I’m ready Rex” you assured, pleased to have such a devoted and loving partner as Rex. Trying to relax your body as much as possible, you took a deep breath in, just like Rex had told you to do. As you did so, Rex slowly and gently pulled out the silver plug that was buried in between your cheeks. Unable to help it, you moaned at feeling empty after wearing it all day.

“Kriff mesh’la, you’re gorgeous” he breathed, words escaping him as he stared at your gaping hole. It was clear that the plug had been holding you open during the day, and he couldn’t help but grab your cheeks and spread them, causing another groan to leave him. He couldn’t wait to be inside of you. It was almost like he could feel your muscles squeezing around his cock already.

“Please Rex, need you inside of me!” you begged, needed to be filled again after having the plug in all day. You knew his cock would feel very different from the plug, but you couldn’t help but try and entice him, grinding your hips down into his blankets and trying to force your hips up into the air.

“Okay, love, I’ve got you. Hands and knees for me” he instructed, pulling your hips up and helping you get your hands and arms underneath you so you could push yourself up. He mumbled praises in appreciation as you did so, trailing his hands up and down your flank as he pressed himself against you.

Rex reached over for the bottle of lube he kept in the draw, you appreciated the feel of his weight against you while he rummaged in the draw next to the bed. Finally he found what he was looking for and kissed your shoulder. “Going to make sure you’re nice and wet for me, mesh’la. Want you to take my cock, pretty girl” he murmured, squirting some over your twitching hole before slicking up his cock.

“Me too” you nodded, trying to ground yourself in the moment to stop yourself from pushing back onto him. After what seemed like minutes, you could feel him press the tip of his cock against your entrance, not breeching but letting you feel him.

When he rested his cock head against your entrance, you couldn’t help but tremble at the feel of him right there against you. Rex’s hand came to soothe you, gently rubbing the tension out of your thighs.

“It’s okay, ad’ika, just relax for me. I’m going to make you feel so good” he soothed, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. He grabbed the lube again, adding even more so it felt like you were dripping around him.

“Rex! Please!” you complained, trying to wiggle your ass a little to get him to move, but he only chuckled, one hand clenching on your hip to still you.

“I’m not going to hurt you, love. Are you ready?” he assured, keeping a tight lid on his famous control. He wasn’t going to move until you said you were ready.

“Have been for ages!” you grumbled, biting your lip as his grip tightened on your hip. All you wanted to do was press back against him, to finally feel him breech your hole.

Chuckling, Rex pinched your side. “Brat!” he muttered affectionately before keeping you still.

Slowly and with all the gentleness that Rex had ever shown you, he pushed his cock through your tight ring of muscles. You gasped, the coolness of the lube soothing the stretch as he moved within you steadily. He stopped when his cock head was inside, waiting for you to adjust to the feel of him and checking in with you.

You couldn’t help but clench around him at the intrusion, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to remember to relax. But he felt so big already and you could feel your pussy clenching around nothing and leaking onto the bed.

“You okay, cyare?” he breathed, running warm large hands down your sides and over your back, gritting his teeth as he felt you tighten up around him even more. It felt like you were trying to draw him in further, your warm, tight heat pushing him closer to his edge.

“More… please” you gasped, twisting the sheets beneath your hands.

“Such a good girl for me mesh’la, always so polite. Asking me nicely. I’ll give you anything you want love” he praised, laying soft kisses against your delicate skin, teasing you with his beard a little. Straightening up, he pushed himself even more into you, keeping watch on your expressions as you lowered yourself onto the bed, face pressed against the pillow as you let out a low moan. God you were kriffing gorgeous!

You had always known that Rex was a large man, ever since the first time you had seen his cock. He was thick and long, the girth always a challenge to take without some proper preparation. And stars, did Rex enjoy preparing you for his cock with his talented fingers and mouth. If you didn’t cum at least 3 times in a session, Rex felt like he hadn’t done enough for you. Maker, you were blessed to have such an attentive man.

But now, as he was pressing further and further into your ass, he felt impossibly bigger. His cock was carving it’s way through you, making you mould to his shape. You reached up to squeeze his thigh, needing that connection to him, to feel him beneath your hands. Rex had ruined you for anyone else, nobody would be able to satisfy you and make you feel as good as your Captain.

“Feel so perfect, mesh’la. You know the word to make me stop if it gets too much” he reminded as he pressed his hips flushed against the round cheeks of your arse. But you couldn’t react, Rex was holding your hips tight so you couldn’t move. As much as he wanted to, he needed to make sure you were aware that one word would be enough to put an end to this if you wanted to.

“Red” you nodded, knowing that he really wouldn’t move unless you told him your safe word. Your Captain was stubborn like that, prepared to keep you on the edge until he got what he wanted.

“Good girl, I’m going to move now” he praised, pressing a kiss to your neck before he carefully pulled out of your clenching hole before pushing in.

Your little cries sounded like they were punched out of you as he watched your face carefully from where it was pressed against the pillow. When you squeezed his thigh again, he pressed even deeper into you with each thrust, keeping a watchful eye on your expression as his cock opened you up even more.

You felt so full of him, it was impossible to think that he could fit inside of you. The biggest plug that you two had was still substantially smaller than Rex. And it felt like Rex was pressing his cock right up into your throat, barely giving you enough time to move and take a breath before it was forced out of you by the thrust of his hips against yours.

“Rex!” you cried, unable to stop as you clenched around him.

“Want me to stop, mesh’la?” he frowned, instantly stilling his hips.

“No! Don’t stop please!” you begged, twisting the blankets beneath your hands. “So full, feel you everywhere” you gasped out, trying to rock yourself back onto him but his firm grip on your waist prevented you from moving. Only taking what he would give you.

“Shh, mesh’la, I won’t stop, you sound so pretty for me, darling” he soothed, running a gentle hand down your spine as he pulled back before thrusting into your tight canal. The sound that you let out had him trying to think about anything else to stop this being over sooner than you’d like.

Gods, you were beautiful. He would never be able to stop thinking of you like this. Head pressed into the pillows, ass up in the air, whining as you took his cock in your tight hole. You looked blissed out already, just the feeling of him filling you up and moving you on his cock. No, he could die a happy man just recalling this.

“Oh… Rex! Fuck!” you cried, unable to stop the loud noises that you were making as you pushed your hips back against him. It had him sinking deeper and faster into you than he wanted to, hoping to set a steady pace for you to begin with but he couldn’t help but match your movements, letting you set the pace that you needed.

“Kriff mesh’la, you’re so tight for me! Feel you strangling my cock” he moaned, squeezing his eyes tightly as he felt his balls tighten up. He ran a hand up and down your back, encouraging you to move your hips against his as he lost himself in the rhythm that you set. Carefully he pressed more on your lower back, making you arch more into him, changing the angle that he thrust into you and making both of you let out twin moans of pleasure.

You cried out, the change pushing you closer and closer to the edge. He felt so perfect filling you like this, his gentle caresses and kisses allowed you to soak in his affection while he was fucking ruining you for anyone else, pounding into your ass that you knew you’d have to have bacta and take the day easy tomorrow.

Gasping at the feel of warmth running up his spine, Rex reached around you to begin rubbing at your clit in the pattern you liked, increasing the pressure as he felt his balls pull up, his release just on the edge but he was determined to make you loose control before him. He needed to feel you strangling his cock and clenching around him as you screamed his name.

“FUCK! REX! PLEASE!” you shouted, doing just like he had hoped as you sobbed and twisted beneath him. The feeling of his fingers rubbing your clit and pulling another orgasm from you was making your core ache. You wanted to feel him shoot his load into you, to feel him twitch inside of you as he cummed. You only realised you had said that aloud when Rex let out a loud cry and thrust up into you with a hard thrust and beginning to loose his rhythm.

“Please, I want that. Let go for me baby, let go” he hissed, resting his head on your back.

And with those words and the feel of him ploughing your ass, you couldn’t help but tighten around him. Your pussy clenching around nothing but your ass full of his cock. You screamed his name, just as he echoed yours as he released bursts of hot, white cum inside of you.

For a few moments, you felt Rex press his heavy weight against you as he collapsed on your back. It felt nice to have him so close, to feel how he all but relaxed into you after your vigorous love making.

“Rex darling, you okay?” you asked, reaching to stroke the arms that were surrounding you. Linking your hands together, you couldn’t help but feel amused when he let out a little grunt but squeezed your hand in his.

“You’ve broken me mesh’la. I’ll never be the same again” he mumbled, words becoming lost against you.

“Same sweetheart” you chuckled, kissing his forearm before turning your head to try and catch a glimpse of him. “Think you can lie next to me, love?” you wondered, feeling his cock begin to soften inside of you.

He nodded, carefully pulling his cock out of you and lying beside you, an arm wrapped around your waist as he looked into your eyes. Gazing over at your exhausted expression, he couldn’t help but smile. “How you feelin’ cyare?” he questioned, wanting to make sure you were okay.

“Amazing, it was better than we thought” you grinned, reaching up to tug slightly on his beard. It always brought a chuckle from him and this time was no exception. You couldn’t help but want to curl up into him now, arms already reaching out to wrap around him so you could sleep.

“Ah ah, mesh’la. I need to put some bacta on you first and then you can go pee. Want to take care of you before we cuddle” he reminded gently, taking your hand and pressing delicate kisses along the palm and over your fingers.

You pouted, hoping he would change his mind. You felt too boneless to move.

“No, you know the rules!” he said firmly, rubbing his nose against yours. “Roll over, I want to make sure I didn’t hurt you” he instructed, gathering the tube of bacta that he also kept in the draw beside his bed. Scooting down the bed, he levelled himself with your ass, taking the time to appreciate the red marks that was made from his hips pushing into you. Pressing a kiss to one, he carefully slathered bacta over your tender entrance, making sure to give you a generous amount.

When he was finished, Rex helped you to the bathroom to do your business before he allowed you to sink into his arms on the bed. You would both have to jump in the refresher when you woke up, but for now the both of you felt exhaustion cling onto you. The hard day and the fun you had tonight catching up with you.

“You’re way better than some hot shot pilot, you know” you whispered, stroking patterns onto his chest as sleep tugged at your eyes.

“And you’re perfect, mesh’la” he grinned, bringing you closer into his chest and pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head. You couldn’t help but sigh, feeling safe and loved in your Captain’s arms.

[chaosmagetwin]

Heh, yeah, that was my reaction too. The original HDG left me thinking "hot concept, could be executed better", and then I read Divaricated and No Gods, No Masters, and both of them permanently altered my brain chemistry to the point I'm fairly sure I'll never be normal again. Abcission is pretty excellent as well!

Abscission had me up until 2 AM last night. I'm very eager to get to the other stories once I finish it up. I'm on chapter 32 now, and I have the feeling I'm near the end <3 I could read about every single character in Abscission individually, and I love all of their POVs so much. Autumn, Dawn, Solanum, Ilex and Hesperia, Pyrus and Qiru... god, I love them all so much. They're fantastic. Spoilers below the line.

I love, especially how there is such care for each other. Solanum is a sadist, but she's not immoral; she cares about consent and safe words and everything that makes a good sadist good. And she's also a depressive wreck dealing with grief really badly in a way that is so fucking human, and dealing with internalized... idk, species phobia? She's a Goth GILF Sadist Plant Lesbian, and so complicated, and so amazing, and she feels so real.

Autumn starts with being a wreck of a human being, and as much as HDG is about wish fulfillment (And there are a lot of wishes being fulfilled here), I appreciate SO FUCKING MUCH that they aren't just curing her. She's disabled by her paranoid delusions, she's suffering, and the writer had the choice to go "Well, the Affini can just cure her", and they didn't. They gave her medication. They talked about medication. They talked her through the delusions, and talked her down when she was at her worst, and she was so tired she let them. She's never cured, her symptoms are lessened, and she's able to manage herself, and it's beautiful. She has several relapses, and her mental health is something that both she and Solanum have to work on together, but they do! And so the trust that Autumn gives to Solanum later isn't just lightly given, it's earned, over and over and over again, until we as readers are thinking that there is NO UNIVERSE in which Solanum EVER means harm to Autumn, and that is if we take out every Solanum scene there is.

And Autumn is helping Solanum, too. She helps give her energy, helps to clean, helps to take care of her, gives her purpose, and love, and desire for life again. Autumn is terminally curious about Solanum, and her culture, and what Solanum wants. She wants to know about Solanum, to understand her, to help her, and she starts learning the language (something I haven't seen any other Floret do). In many ways, the two are equals, at least to each other.

Despite only two POV chapters with Qiru, I adore them deeply, and I am eager to see where the story takes them. Dawn is... adorable. It doesn't help that I know a person just like her in real life who I also find really adorable. And Pyrus's eccentricities and eagerness to pick up human slang, and the way Ilex and Hesperia are so overdramatic and sexy, make the Affini suddenly feel so much more dynamic and beautiful to me. None of them are alike (Except Ilex and Hesperia, for their own weird reasons. Love them for that).

So yeah

I really.... really like Abscission so far.

[lashysdomain]

@mageofspacemultiverse and @memurfevur 's Oc Name ARG Data

for those who AREN'T me who've spent the last 4 days and almost every waking and sleeping hour thinking about this, here's what we have so far + puzzles i've not yet been able to solve

characters: [name] - (blog they're at)

arceel - (memurfevur)

how we found out about ynygme (from here on referred to as E). ex moirail, used to be known as Balerion. this is the name that E knows him by.

Ynygme - (mageofspacemultiverse)

We have found E's name. it's recommended not to say it, just in case. they're currently in hiding while we find a tether and figure out how to decode the spell we need to bring them home.

the subjugate video

one of E's captors. we've been told to hide from them, so DNI. please. i know, villian, but dni. summoned by us guessing S

the warden video (loud)

another of e's captors, 110% fucked up on this one. i didn't notice, both of these are my fault.

current puzzle objective is solving the spell to get back to E and helping find any parts of their body to create their tether

extra characters and unsolved puzzles/extra info under the cut

watch'r - (memurfevur)

bound to arceel, knows what's going on to some degree, will take gossip as a bribe for clues, unsure what he'll give. that's my bestie

For now we're good on clues, but we might need more soon?

matild kirada - (memurfevur)

gilf. who said that mentioned in the poem posts image, likely whos help we need to find e's body

unsolved puzzles

i'm currently still trying to solve these, but i'm at my wits end in a way

possible code could be from the polls, setting the positions of letters in another key the letters and their resulting poll result numbers are: e2 r4 p5 i6 c6 h3 (the letters spell cipher. kilant you bitch.)

p is interesting, and has the options of 20 5 20 8 5 18 which when put into an alphanumeric substitution cipher gives us "tether" could be nothing but that seems purposeful? every other poll has just 123...

the pastebin clues, found from the description of the subjugate video.

these are settings for the enigma machine. what we put into it probably hasn't been sent out yet, it's also a clue about E's first name more than likely.

as dr el fj ky mt ob qx uz wh I 10 1 III 17 2 VII 6 4

A grandpre grid from the watch'r drabble and following judgements roman numerals gives us a likely second set of plugboard settings for the enigma machine.

the rest of the settings were found on a past post leading to a soundcloud link

ap cm dv gq iy ne rj sw uf zk V 4 6 IV 6 2 VIII 16 6

from the tags of the last ask + settings for another machine from the post where E told us about their past with balerion. it's unclear if the setting for the third rotor is 22 1 or 2 21

RC EY BF SG JM ID LQ KZ TU HO V 18 3 VI 1 5 III 2 2 1

from a poll with some sort of poem? poem might not actually be important, but the poll post is here

vuypo xu klt syet ya g rukobq crmgp fpkose kkmexf wkzoec knm bwbx qgzkem

Jcif xgs aphwvx rxdgdk jc boyf Irmm g inbfjh b qrqqevn onmzf Mcuvh omeccn diegypgp

from E's latest ask and pulled from the captions of the Warden video. if this is the spell, we're missing the last third piece still

i believe it might be a beaufort vigenere cipher, but we don't have it's key. could also need to be spit through specific enigma machine settings. there are far too many for me to brute force, so we'll just have to wait.

the words that bring them together are likely just the spell, not anything super complex (well more so than finding it all)

current state of the reset conspiracy board

[cocogum]

How Qilby should’ve destroyed the World of Twelve 💖

(written by yours truly ✨)

Ngl here but Qilby did a bad job trying to destroy the World of Twelve and bring the eliatrope kids with him.

Since he’s gilf material, I decided I was gonna list everything he should’ve done in alphabetical order so that he’ll learn from his past mistakes and try again 🥰🥰

What he wants is: discover the Krosmoz with his brothers and sisters and rule the eliatrope race.

Okay got it, I can make this work 👍

So after a few plannings, I finally did a proper list sheet. Here’s what I recommend babes should’ve done ✨:

#1: Don’t bring Adamaï and Grougal in your lab.

Your ass is aware that Grougal only breaks shit on a constant basis so don’t bring him in your lab where thousands of creatures and experiments have helped the eliatrope race survive and thrive without their home planet. Also, don’t bring Adamaï either cuz that little ugly lizard’s gonna help too.

#2: Don’t convince Adamai and Grougal to go with you. Just kill them.

Adamaï is specifically related to a stubborn moron who yells half the time when he swings that sword so he’ll obviously won’t be swayed by your words. Instead, what you could do, is talk and let out all your thoughts to him so you could get it out of your system (cuz girlie deserves to vent for a bit ✨).

Then, after you’re done, just kill Adamaï and Grougal. Like that, all your venting would’ve just been actual venting instead of hearing an ugly ass lizard talk back and tell you how insane you are.

Plus, it’s not like you actually killed these two, they’ll just get reborn someday. Also, they won’t be able to destroy half your shit.

#3: Go to Rushu and give him access to the World of Twelve.

Now that you got rid of Adamaï and Grougal, go straight to the Shushu dimension and talk to the King, Rushu, in order to make a deal with him so he’ll be able to fuck shit up in the World of Twelve. (I know you’ve already done that, gorgeous but you didn’t do the first two steps).

Also, specifically tell Rushu to help him kill Phaerys. A baby dragon like Adamaï, even while being possessed by Anathar, wouldn’t do the trick. Besides, you already killed Adamaï so there’s no need for Anathar anyways.

#4: Separate Phaerys and Yugo.

Once Rushu accepts the deal, prepare the portal that will make him, and the rest of his shushus, able to go to the World of Twelve. Once everything is into motion and you guys are finally out of the Shushu dimension, you should immediately make Rushu fight Phaerys. He may be old and filled with experience but Rushu’s the demon king. The chances of him winning against Phaerys are high. Once Phaerys notices Rushu, he’ll expectedly throw Yugo to the side so they ‘could meet later’ when in reality Rushu would’ve been done with him. As soon as you’re alone, go straight for the Crimson Claws Island to search for your Dofus. Don’t waste time talking to Yugo just yet. You don’t owe Yugo anything, make him go to you instead.

#5: Get your backup Dofus and then kill Balthazar and the eliatrope children.

As soon as you get your backup dofus, you should immediately go to Emrub. Get rid of Balthazar, he’s too old and frail to fight back anyways and besides he’ll just get reborn with Glip someday. After that, kill all them kids. What are they gonna do? Tell their parents??

You should get rid of everyone in Emrub. There’s no point in trying to convince them to go with you, they’re literally stuck in a timeless dimension so it literally felt like they just got here after seeing their parents die because of you.

I know you don’t want to be alone pookie but this is the only way 💖

To truly start anew you should eradicate everyone that knew what you did, like starting a new page in your life. Yugo can come last since it’ll feel very good to see the one who sealed you off balling his eyes out when he’ll learned you killed the whole race (and his brothers).

But you don’t have to worry baby cuz you’ll just restart the eliatrope race all over again. You know everything so you remember how it even all started in the first place. You just need to get all the Eliatrope Dofus back now.

#6: Get all the other Eliatrope Dofus.

Now that you got your backup Dofus, and killed all the other eliatropes, along with Balthazar, you should leave Emrub and go back to Crimson Claws island so you can immediately start searching for the other Eliatrope Dofus. You can’t leave without them after all.

With the Eliacube in hand, you can just scan where the dofus are in the world and teleport to them.

After you found them all, you can put them in the Zinit.

#7: NOW you can beat the shit out of Yugo.

It’s always best to do what you have to do first before having fun!

That’s why you’ll feel so good and liberated once you fight Yugo back on the island 🥰🥰

You can now tell him everything you did to their people and what you’re planning on doing now.

By that time, Phaerys should’ve gooten K.O’d by Rushu so that only leaves Yugo to finish off.

Yugo will be expectedly furious and outraged by all the events that took place while he was trying to find you which will only fuel your fun to annihilate him.

Yugo will die from your hands in rage and sorrow and you’ll finally be able to leave everything behind.

#8: Leave.

Now that you fused with the Eliacube, found your backup Dofus, went to Emrub to kill Balthazar and the eliatrope children, made Rushu kill Phaerys, found the remaining eliatrope Dofus, and killed Yugo after messing with his head a bit, you can finally leave the World of Twelve with the dofus and Eliacube together.

By leaving the World of Twelve, you’ll drain its wakfu essence and kill the whole planet along with its people. This will also make you note the death of Chibi, making this his shortest life he has ever had in the history of the Krosmoz.

Now that every twelvian is gone, and you have the Eliatrope Dofus and the Eliacube, all that’s left to do is join your sister Shinonome and get reborn along with your other siblings. The process would turn out exactly like your first ever life except that you will drill into your siblings, and all the eliatropes after that, that eliatropes were ALWAYS traveling the Krosmoz and that they’re all travellers by nature. Yugo and Adamaï would believe your lies since they’re adventurers at heart and would gladly help you show new planets and worlds, Chibi and Grougaloragran would use those materials from different worlds and planets to make new technology. Mina and Phaerys would always be fixing the eliatropes’ conflicts and anger, Nora and Efrim will unawarely be supporting your ideals by spreading the encouragement to be free and have fun, making the eliatropes believe that being travellers IS what is free and fun. And since Glip and Balthazar are teachers and the ones who educate the eliatropes about the eliatrope race, they will spread more of your beliefs onto them, spreading your views all throughout the eliatropes and the future generations to come.

THIS is how you get to them.

THIS is how you get your perfect ending.

Don’t hesitate, don’t keep talking to them, even if your sister keeps telling you to stop cuz you bet ur ass she also wants to get out of her damn egg. Cuz WHO in their right mind would want to stay in a freaking EGG for all eternity????

Anyways here’s my take on what Qilby should’ve done back in season 2. Pookie needed a little help so I gave him a list for next time 🥰🥰

[chiralcrystallization]

Theory Time..!!!

*insert Conspiracy String Board Meme*

Higgs :

Lets be real....this mofo is going to be Higgs...

We know Higgs saw everything in Amelie and was her proud lil lap dog in the first game

She gave him a false sense of Purpose so in my eyes it makes sense thar after she disappeard with her world destroying duty unfullfilled, that he picks up on that.

"I want to be a god like her, I am the bringer of extincion, I finish what she started"

He Obsesses over Amelie and his pov of her trying to become what he things she was...

We know that Higgs likes to obsess over things (fragile back then, Sam...)

so it makes total sense for me...

Fitting to his god Motive he rebuilds his old fraction but this time its going to be a Cult

Probably an Doomsday Apocalypse type of Cult with him as religious "godlike" Centerpiece and bringer of destruction yadda yadda...

Maybe even trying to convince his followers that HE is Amelie

....and i think those two compared pics have something onto him...

Idk Why the name is APAC but the logo for sure gives me some religious and cult like vibes if you leave the official name away

Well..

What does Higgs need to fully capture Amelies being and Life ..?

To fully transform into her Mentally?

Louise:

A Child of course...

And what child does he know and maybe is the reason all his world destruction plans failed?

Lou

How can he make Sam repay what he did to him, How can he revenge Fragile and make them all suffer the best way?

Taking Lou

I dont think lou Dies in that sequence , but gets kidnapped by Higgs...

We can Hear Troy Baker sing Lous Lullaby in the Trailer and tbh ? It gave me an off feeling...., it was lacking warmth....love....and overall heart like the original..

A comment by Tumblr User @headlessstar gave me the final push beliving that higgs took lou as sort of revenge against Sam and co

A mocking version of that song connecting Sam and his love for his Daughter just makes sense

I Remember a post some way back comparing Elle Fannings mocab Poses to Lou in her pod...wich makes me sure that elle might play a grown up version of Louise..

Wich would explain Sams visual change because years have gone by on his probably search for his daughter...

If Lou was kidnapped with 2... and grows up at least 15-20 years will pass and our dilf turns into a gilf

FRAGILE still looks unchanged tho..., but maybe that has something to do why she got her youthfull body back...

Maybe now she cannot age annymore at all..

ANNYWAYS

Lou growing up with higgs would also explain Kojimas Marketing poster questioning Elle in big letters " WHO AM I " and Norman asking himself " WHY ME "

Because of course our big Himbo daddy cant think of anny reason why someone would be after him and i love him for that...

Back to the Poster ...a kidnapped Lou also explains Leas Lettering of " How Come ?" Asking herself how the fuck she could let that happend in the first place

CONCLUSION:

I think Ds2 is going to be about Lou,

who grew up with higgs in a doomsday cult asking herself who she really is and where she comes from,

Because she feels that she belongs somewhere else...

Fragile trying to make up what she did to Sam...loosing his Daughter and Sam trying to find Lou at all costs..

I have no Clue what the other actors are about...

How NWR is involved...

What is about Deadman or Heartman...

But i think i Connected the most important Dots so far!!!!

Pls tell me your Opinion on my Brainbarf

[borathae]

Chapter 16

OH MY GOD WE ARE NOT DEAD YAY HOBI

WHERES KOOK???? HIS BACK????

okay this was like the calmest reaction to me being a vampire I have ever seen. hobari, my love, tae already told her thats why she is chill

I once had a girl literally run away from me screeching prayers.” xd HAHA imagine someone pulling out the cross at him and saying THE POWER CHRIST COMPELS YOU and him just blinking

hobi baby, ik your are excited, but its quite the wrong time and person to test your new skills

“No, I’m not like Jungkook. I don’t go crazy at the smell or taste of blood. Especially not when yours tastes like literal ass right now, wow thanks ig

holy shit no baby kook, im gonna fucking cry DONT PUNISH YOURSELF YOU SAVED US BOTH FUCK IM ALL TEARY EYES

I’m just waiting for the day when vampire hunters break through the front door and shoot you guys.” im imagining them coming in fbi style FBI OPEN UP WE KNOW ITS SANGUIS hobi's cute dumbass - how did u know seokjin- you just proved it

this is why she isnt scared of you both 😭😭😭 reminds me of that tiktok asking whose house will you rob and everyone straight up said hobi in the comments 💀

imagine someone seeing their bodies in front of the house also was it tae or yoongi or someone else??

ok hobi was 26 in 1982, so born in 1956 and is 68 so its 2024 hmm SO KOOK IS 94 WTF they are not even dilf, they are gilf 😭😭😭 wait in that case whats tae 😭 hold on jimin mentioned yoongi being older, is that in older than 800 years or turned at an older age?

I was turned in 1875 by some random prostitute”, bitch pls 😭😭😭 he doesnt have a sob story nor a heroic one

wait something doesnt add up jin is 217, so if its 2024, he should be born in 1807, but he was 27 in 1875

“Good that you ask because listen this is such a story”, ..“Oh god here we go again stop being a jealous bean just cuz u got turned by a hoe 😭😭

“Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. With that massive schlong that I carry around” you say sarcastically. you sure about that? was that foreshadow to the oneshot lol

“She bit my neck!” “And she bit my dick!” one got their throat ripped out and other ones dick. great just great. i just know, no vampire has a story like this, i mean sure neck being bitten but from a prostitute?? and dick being bitten hobi im sorry but thats a tragic comedy

A bang then a clash. bro this scared me so bad only to see its “Stupid raccoon don’t run away, come on let me spank your rubbish stealing buttocks!”

whats calling her?? where is she going?? who is down there calling? 2seokook wont have something suspicious down there right?

daisies and fresh sheets? is that jungkook? why is he down there? wtf HOW DID THE DARK CORRIDOR TURN BRIGHT???

damn how hard did he hurt himself this is so heartbreaking let me get my blanket 😭

As long as I’m paralysed I’m no danger to you NO STOP whos cutting onions

OMG SHE KISSED HIS CHEEK IM BLUSHING LIKE IM THE ONE WHO GOT KISSED AAAH

WHERES KOOK???? HIS BACK????

buckle in, that's where the angst begins 😭

okay this was like the calmest reaction to me being a vampire I have ever seen. hobari, my love, tae already told her thats why she is chill

Hobari gosh :( I miss them all together </3

I once had a girl literally run away from me screeching prayers.” xd HAHA imagine someone pulling out the cross at him and saying THE POWER CHRIST COMPELS YOU and him just blinking

JJADSFJ tbfh it's so valid though JFADJSJF

hobi baby, ik your are excited, but its quite the wrong time and person to test your new skills

FADSHJFJ HE IS SO CHAOTIC BAHAHHAH

“No, I’m not like Jungkook. I don’t go crazy at the smell or taste of blood. Especially not when yours tastes like literal ass right now, wow thanks ig

hhiihih he is so good in flirting hhiihih

holy shit no baby kook, im gonna fucking cry DONT PUNISH YOURSELF YOU SAVED US BOTH FUCK IM ALL TEARY EYES

I'M CRYING IN THE CLUB

imagine someone seeing their bodies in front of the house also was it tae or yoongi or someone else??

WHOOO KNOWWSSS not me (i know)

ok hobi was 26 in 1982, so born in 1956 and is 68 so its 2024 hmm SO KOOK IS 94 WTF they are not even dilf, they are gilf 😭😭😭 wait in that case whats tae 😭 hold on jimin mentioned yoongi being older, is that in older than 800 years or turned at an older age?

OKAY BEAR IN MIND!!!! I wrote this story in 2020 so it takes place in 2020. You have to subtract 4 years of their age during Sanguis Alpha. Also as far as your Yoongi question is concerned, we do not know yet what exactly he meant 👀

I was turned in 1875 by some random prostitute”, bitch pls 😭😭😭 he doesnt have a sob story nor a heroic one

fjajdfadjs he is so pathetic jfdajsf

wait something doesnt add up jin is 217, so if its 2024, he should be born in 1807, but he was 27 in 1875

Nooo it takes place in 2020 queen <3 no wait. WAIT my bisexual ass did the maths wrong HELP!!!! thanks for pointing it out I need to change the dates jfdjsjf

“Good that you ask because listen this is such a story”, ..“Oh god here we go again stop being a jealous bean just cuz u got turned by a hoe 😭😭

oh sweet summer child if only you knew jfdjsf

“Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. With that massive schlong that I carry around” you say sarcastically. you sure about that? was that foreshadow to the oneshot lol

BESTIE THE DOTS ARE CONNECTING FJDSJF

“She bit my neck!” “And she bit my dick!” one got their throat ripped out and other ones dick. great just great. i just know, no vampire has a story like this, i mean sure neck being bitten but from a prostitute?? and dick being bitten hobi im sorry but thats a tragic comedy

aahhaha they're so chaotic I love them fjadjf

whats calling her?? where is she going?? who is down there calling? 2seokook wont have something suspicious down there right?

the suspicionn

daisies and fresh sheets? is that jungkook? why is he down there? wtf HOW DID THE DARK CORRIDOR TURN BRIGHT???

THE SUSPICION

damn how hard did he hurt himself this is so heartbreaking let me get my blanket 😭

i'm crying so hard 😭

As long as I’m paralysed I’m no danger to you NO STOP whos cutting onions

LIKE PLEASE 😭😭😭

OMG SHE KISSED HIS CHEEK IM BLUSHING LIKE IM THE ONE WHO GOT KISSED AAAH

THEY'RE SO CUTUUTUTEEEE

[brotherdusk]

it's time again for my favourite genre of post: tumblr user bee brotherdusk theorises wildly during the Foundation midseason!

on the menu this time is Poly and Constant's Imperial Vacation From Hell, or "oh god, I just wanted to make sure one of my favourite guys was going to be okay, but somehow I ended up sending over two dozen increasingly frantic messages to the discord while everyone else was asleep, pepe silvia-style"

(today I learned that grandpa joe shows up when you type "pepe silvia" into the gif search. deserved)

I'm gonna stick this under a readmore as it gets pretty long and image heavy, and potentially contains big spoilers for upcoming episodes, and I know some people want to watch the show completely unspoiled. all theories are based on official promotional videos already released by apple. no leaks or insider book knowledge here!

so I sort of stumbled into this theory in three stages, and I'm going to stick to that template as I talk through my analysis here, starting with:

Part 1 - I'm Genre Aware Now And Everything Hurts

let's be real, nobody saw Hari's (apparent) death coming in the last episode. death is far less of a concern in this show than in others, as the narrative all but guarantees the long-term survival of its core characters. Hari (apparently) dying so quickly after having his body restored was a massive shock, and jolted us out of the complacency that the show had lulled us into.

when the title and description of next week's episode dropped, fan concern quickly turned to Poly, who @gaal-dornick and @aquitainequeen noted has started to exhibit the classic symptoms of Tragic Mentor Figure Disease:

also, there's, y'know, The Guillotine Situation as shown in Trailer 1:

Poly's death seemed so likely that I was beginning to dread the coming episodes, but something was nagging at me; I had a vague memory of seeing a trailer where he was on Terminus and in a situation that we haven't yet seen him in. maybe he does survive his brush with Brother Day, then? I started rewatching all of the trailers, teasers, and character spotlight videos that Apple released in the run-up to season two, and came across something way wilder than I'd expected:

Part 2 - Star Bridge 2: Council Boogaloo

I found another camera shot of Poly and Constant's apparent execution in the Brother Dawn character spotlight video - note the pillars in front of the crowd, the flags in the back, and Dawn, Sareth, Demerzel, Dusk, and Rue standing on the platform behind Day and the prisoners.

note also the onlookers in the maroon robes, who are also visible in the guillotine closeup I posted above...

...hey, it's the Galactic Council as seen in 2.06, with their GILF-y leader at the front in both scenes!

remember how terrified Cleon XII was of their judgement in the season one finale? we still don't know what their exact deal is, but they're clearly big cheeses politically if XII of all people is afraid of them:

here's yet another angle of the execution from Trailer 2 - same setup, same arrangement of Empire on the podium:

let's see what happens in that shot, will we? ..... oh

... did an explosion just go off in the heart of Trantor and potentially take out the entire galaxy's government in one go???? (I mean, Empire are probably fine with their auras and nanobots and backups, but I'm not feeling too good about the Council's chances right now...)

wait - the pulse and shape that appear on the horizon bear a striking resemblance to the new Foundation whisper ships - especially Poly and Constant's ship, Spirit Rising, which is currently in the hands of Hober Mallow...

why did he take their ship, again?

holy fucking shit Hari Seldon you insane rat bastard (admiring, horrified, impressed). what have you DONE. a blade in case the religious hand of friendship doesn't work out, you say??

(sidenote: this was literally the Anacreon plan for the Invictus in the first season - the scale of the destruction would have been magnitudes worse due to the Invictus' size, but same concept)

honestly, I kind of hope the entire Council perishes in the Mallowpocalypse, if only because it would make this exchange in 2.06 deliciously ironic:

the worst detectives in the world finally found their shared braincell and made a deduction! I'm proud of them!

also, Glawen literally saw this coming in 2.04 and Bel brushed him off. ¯_(ツ)_/¯ sad!

regarding casualties - I think this shot from Trailer 1 is the aftermath of the blast. Day was standing much closer to the explosion than the rest of Empire and Dominion, and so would have taken more damage, aura or not. I also see Sareth, Rue (?), and Dawn - jury's out on whether being dead is the latest item added to Dusk's rapidly expanding list of problems?

a direct attack on Trantor would also explain why Day goes on a personal tour of the Outer Reach and ends up on Terminus, screaming for an audience with Hari Seldon (Trailer 1 again):

and hey, Poly's right behind him! he's Empire's best chance of getting a personal audience with the Prophet, after all. Poly also pops up in Day's character spotlight video, in what I'm guessing is the execution scene again, judging from the collar and the guard restraining him. it might even be the aftermath of the blast, since the shot is pretty chaotic and dusty looking. what's got him so upset?

... and it was at this moment that I realised that while Poly is present in the later Terminus scenes with Day, Brother Constant is not, and I started to worry that I'd been focusing on the wrong person the whole time, leading to...

Part 3 - What About Constant?

oh no. the question of Constant's safety has been hanging over both Poly and the viewer since 2.02. oh no

I thought I might have caught a glimpse of her in the Teaser 1 video - being restrained in the background as Day does his infamously-giffed-to-hell Big Steppy on Hober's throat - but I still wanted more concrete proof of her wellbeing.

and finally I found her in the Pillars of Foundation video, alive and well, but -

HER NECK!! HER NECK!!!

if Constant's life is just barely saved by Hober showing up in the nick of time to prevent her decapitation by an insane tyrant I will literally never be normal again. romance. that's romance. (also incredibly shitty of Vault!Hari to take her blind faith and turn her into a pawn for the Empire to slaughter, but I guess that's expected behaviour from him by now.)

... I was literally about to hit post on this theory, but I just realised; that scene in Teaser 1 where Day is facing down a bishop's claw... we all assumed he was being attacked by a wild beast in the Outer Reach - but what if he's lying in the ruins of the podium on Trantor, and the bishop's claw is a freed Beki going on a rampage? god I hope this happens. imagine being Emperor of the Galaxy, about to perform some casual executions before dinner, and suddenly you're flat on your ass with a Hell Dinosaur about to bite your face off. incredible scenes

and that's all I've got! TLDR; Hari knew that the emperors and Galactic Council would become increasingly paranoid and aggressive as the Empire contracted, and would jump at the chance to publicly end an attempted religious takeover by the "barbarian" Outer Reach. That mass gathering at the execution would be the perfect time to strike with a whisper ship, a technology which the Empire has no idea even exists. This enrages Day into visiting Terminus to deal with the Foundation in person, and potentially destabilises the Empire further if the Council have been wiped out. Empire's structure and dignity are decimated without a single shot being fired - and if there is going to be an eventual, physical war, the Foundation is now in a much better position to fight it.

again, this is just me making a theory and connecting everything together with red string etc etc. I haven't attempted to explain everything, such as the Spacers' or Riose's involvement, and have doubtless got some details wrong - but I'm really excited by how things are connecting and can't wait for next week's episode :}

[old-man-yaoi-55]

Hello, this is my Self ship blog dedicated to my Umbrella academy f/os, mainly my own oc, Dustin Graves. I kin Five Hargreeves and all my f/os center around him. i dont have a self insert due to this. its reverse oc x canon where i'm canon. i hope that makes sense.

this is a side blog to my existing main TUA side blog, @5five5five5five5five5five if anyone wants general TUA content.

Dustin Graves is my main non platonic F/O here and i have grown very attached to him despite being my own creation. hes like any other f/o to me and i hope people respect him as such.

I also want to talk about all my siblings and my wife of 30 years, Delores who i sadly had to let go due to many things (she wasn't real and a mannequin...also the world was ending but.)

i rambled too much and i don't like my pins being long af so take a keep reading with more info + divider credits.

i want to make it a point for anyone unfamiliar with TUA that Five is a 58 year old man who ended up in the body of his 13 year old self due to getting time travel math wrong. i want to state that i am not using season 1-3 five for this universe due to the obvious body thing.

Dustin knew five when he worked with the commission as a old man and doesn't come back into his life till he's physically 25. the show ends with him being like 28 or smth due to garbage reasons so i just picked my own age from that bubble and am now writing my own season 4 bc fuck that, witch makes him mentally 70.

if all this is complicated just remember 98% of x reader fans who ship WITH five use 30 or younger self inserts who never knew him as a old man so. i tried my best.

(and the show itself thought it was cool to ship him with a women half his age both ways and was his SISTER IN LAW who knew him since he was physically 13 so like. I'm better then the show itself. leave me be.)

strangers on the street may find the gap weird but like. fuck them. five is the older one here.

also Dustin Graves is the #1 gilf lover so five being physically younger is such a afterthought for this man being mainly thirsty af for HIM VvV (and for his personality :3)

Divider credits:

@/johnkayano

@/notaorbital

@/cafekitsune

[sorcerous-caress]

MINTHY <3 Where to begin with Minthara… I guess by stating that this will be colored by the fact that everything I know about her is through osmosis from the wiki and x readers. Would she be a good fit for me? Doubtful. Would she think I'm too sensitive for this world and would not survive the winter? More likely. That being said, when I was thinking about buying the game I was fully prepared to commit atrocities for her.

No judgment to others intended, but I really like how you write her as more than just a cruel, sadistic dom. I mean, she can be cruel but not to me >:) This line from your "how would they drink your blood" drabbles says it best, I think - She takes great care of her belongings. Just love how she can show her softer side (soft for her, at least) but never loses that possessiveness~ And in the "romantic gifts they'd give you" piece - showing you her tender heart and then following that up by giving you the disembodied heads of your enemies? Hooooooo boy that's what it's all about!!!!

Homewarming Gift was the first fic of yours I read? It's funny bc I don't typically go for modern aus or slutty reader but I took a chance on it, and, well, it was good and it was hot, and enough to make me want to try A Beautiful Webbing, which is not only really well-done and atmospheric but also. Hot.

And like I know reader is under the influence of the venom but the kisses at the beginning are so adorable - "giving you one short kiss after another" come on that's so cute. Glad there was a happy ending; I don't normally care about reading marriage stuff but it really worked in that story. And as usual the smut was excellent. I cannot quote this but uhh the last paragraph of this post? https://www.tumblr.com/sorcerous-caress/733264235859181568/driderminthara-dont-do-this-to-me-i-already?source=share I am not normal about it 🫠

https://www.tumblr.com/sorcerous-caress/731664242126864384/will-never-be-able-to-move-again-but-fuck-it-its?source=share You're so real for this. Jaheira is underrated. If there's one thing Pathologic is missing, it's a gilf.

🐿️ anon

There is truly no better feeling than when someone fully understands your vision in an art piece you made.

You get her, you see her like I see her. With all of her beauty and ugliness, her merciless eyes and soft heart. Because both parts will always be part of what makes Minthara herself, the harsh exterior and tender interior. They aren't in contrast nor conflict, they seamlessly work in unison to make this complex character.

Minthara feels like a love letter to every single drow character that has ever been created, the stereotypical ones especially that were brushed to the side. She embodies the controversial drow culture because it is embedded within her deeper than Lolth ever could reach that even when she forsaken the spider queen, she found herself still singing to the rhythm of her people.

I always wrote her with care, a balancing to give each of her traits a chance to shine. Push her bluntness and brutally in the reader's face before subtly illuminating her tender moments.

Moments where she chooses to allow herself to be "weak" within your presence, bestowing upon you the highest honor a drow could ever grant another soul, one that even their parents never receive.

Love is the best kept open secret in the underdark.

If you want a perfect summary to Minthara's love then look at her attitude when it comes to having children. It's very normalised in drow culture for the kids to overthrow their parents and murder them, the parents always mistrust their kids and keep precautions in place because of it.

Yet how does Minthara approach it? as an honour. A reserved right for her eldest daughter to kill her by her own hands.

Minthara doesn't cower or run away. She clearly is still down to having children despite it all. To birth your own murder while aware, to take care and nurture the weak infant who will watch you choke on your blood with cold eyes as you grow old and vulnerable.

You know these stories and fables about kings receiving bad omens or prophecies on how their next child will overthrow them early? on how fear and greed to keep their seat atop the throne for some extra years drives them into paranoia and they send the infant away to be raised in some nowhere village so they me never be a threat to them?

How most of that time that ends up being counterproductive as the child grows up and fullfills their destiny, murdering the harsh parent which abandon their own flesh and blood for a golden crown.

How Minthara never even considers the idea. Not only does she accept it as a fact of life, but she encourages it, looks forward to it.

The proudest she could ever be, that's how much she would've loved her children.

I don't think her kids would want to kill her, despite it all. Especially since she left the underdark and with reader or well tav around as a romanced option, I think the love she desperately tries to hide will be contagious.

That she will be loved out of spite, whether she likes it or not, she will be treasured and her life will remain preserved.

You see, this is magnified ten times by the fact Minthara isn't just some random drow with a harsh life. She was destined for greatness. She was a Baerne princess, in line to become a matriarch to the most infamous and powerful noble drow house there is.

She could've easily been written as a product of her environment, yet she held herself every step along the way. The way she treats us is extremely soft in normal drow standards so imagine how it would be for a drow princess whom only known respect, reverence and being feared all her life.

Even if tav is a male or an elf, she is still romanceable. She still falls in love with us, she still tries to adjust to the surface ways and reach a comparison by her own self without the need for an intervention or a talk with her.

She could've easily been so so much worse and it would've made sense, Minthara already sacrificed a great deal and changed so much. But because it was done behind closed curtains since she is far wiser and more self-willes than any average person, we take it for granted and don't truly comprehend the amount of self-discipline and work it required her to reach this point.

Drows attack others on sight, any different race. There is a prime example of it ingame when you free the drow group from their stone curses, they immediately go for your throat.

Minthara broke through generation curses and decades of propaganda, racism and sexism by her own self.

It wasn't a cheap character development where her falling in love with us suddenly made her wake up and blah blah blah. No, she didn't need us to begin with, she didn't need anyone to reach that revelation. She found the path herself out of sheer cleverness and perspective.

It takes humility to acknowledge that you've been raised wrongly all your life, that everything you stood for were lies built on bigger lies by some mad sadistic goddess who got off on watching your people tormenting.

That's why I like the fact she is a paladin, noble in essence and soul.

I wrote beautiful webbing in a single day, none stop from sunrise to the middle of the night. It was as if I was possessed from how much the sentences weaved themselves and the visions kept coming.

I changed the ending and meeting scene multiple times. The decision to make it a happy ending happened last moment, I had a much more grim twist in mind but decided this one fit better.

She does take great care of her belongings after all.

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Your praise means a lot, thank you. I wish I was in a better state to show more enthusiasm or appreciation for your kind words. I genuinely didn't accept you'd actually leave a comment after that ask I answered, I thought I must have gotten over in my own head and I should apologise for snapping at someone who didn't do anything wrong.

The funeral hit me hard, I haven't slept in two days as of writing this. I'm waiting for the sleeping pills to work rn, I don't know how I can still read and write without problems.

Or maybe this is all gibberish and I'm not actually writing anything comprehensive? I'm not sure, I hope not.

Either way, I'm sorry. You deserved more grace and courtesy from me, I'll do better in the future.

I hope your day is amazing squirrel anon, I just remembered there is infact a squirrel ingame in bg3 and that made me smile.

It's also so ego boosting that you liked my Minthara pieces despite not knowing anything about her before? It's such a great compliment oh god do I even deserve it? It implies I really did her character justice, that my fanfic didn't rely on the reader's previous knowledge of her character as a crutch, that it could possibly stand on its own as a story.

I'm really happy, thank you for making my day better.

Please do take care of yourself. I may not have talked about each topic you mentioned but I reread your ask many times, and I'm thankful for every word.

[toxicanonymity]

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WELCOME ABOARD! This blog has amazing readers which makes it a lot of fun. You can call me Tox or Toxy (she/her). I usually write smut. Sometimes I write darkfic. I dabble in horror. Please do not follow me if you're sensitive to the warnings on my masterlists, found in my bio. Check your content settings to make sure you can see everything. Heed warnings on fics. Last updated July 2024.

Basics

Tox/Toxy, she/her, millennial. English or Spanish.

WIPs are on hiatus. I'm kinda struggling but trying to do my best. Thank you for your patience.

Do not copy, translate, or reupload my work. Do not put it into AI or make bots of it. Ty for understanding.

Please do not follow me if you are averse to dark content including dubcon and noncon.

Q: Are Requests open?

A: No, but questions are welcome 🩷

Q: Will you write more every inch/left in Lincoln?

A: I would like to. More here. For Every Inch, there are two more parts planned.

Q: When is [fic] coming back? How many chapters?

A: IDK, sorry :( If I knew I'd tell you. In the future, I'm not planning to release things as I write, I'm gonna try to finish everything before posting. Problem is I have a lot of one shot fails / play as I go AUs. We'll see. I can tell you Every Inch has 6 total parts planned.

Q: Did you read my fic?

A: I wish I could read everyone's fics, but in addition to there being a lot of you, I'm a slow/bad reader. I'm also overdosed on pedro rn, but I still share fics on @toxicrecs. You are welcome to send a fic or tag me if you think the readers here would like it. When I read a fic, I also reblog it here on main. I am most likely to read shorter drabbles/fics.

Q: AO3?

A: Here, I've done a lot of catching up but still not everything is on there. If there's something specific you would like me to bring over let me know and I will.

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Q: Are the fics always dark on this blog?

A: No.

Q: What is the brothel?

A: I HC my characters as living in a brothel which has its own crack sideblog @toxicbrothel.

Q: What are Joelkémons?

A: Reader-coined term for the Joel variants on this blog. Some are listed here: Joelkémon cards.

Q: Can we make your characters into bots?

A: No, please don't do this. It makes me feel bad and they don't even work. Every time, it puts me farther away from updating the fic. Please lmk if you ever see my work made into a bot, copied, etc. Please don't draw attention to it without speaking to me first 🙏🏼 I generally like to keep things quiet and not make a big deal out of it.

Q: Who's night walks!Joel? Who's thighs out?

A: Night Walks is an AU where Joel is your hot, older, creepy pothead neighbor. Night walks masterlist. Thighs out (another AU) is your boyfriend's hot slutty dad.

Q: What's a HOG? Who/what is GILF?

A: Hot Old Guy, from Silence can never be bought pt. 2 and 5. GILF is grandpa I'd Like to Fuck and may refer to the one from Pawn Shop (Joel in his 60s) @gilfjoel.

Q: Who is Dr. Rock?

A: Hot sex therapist who roleplays my characters. Dr. Rock is also the poster boy for avoiding discourse.

Q: Do you still write slashers?

A: Yes. I just wrote my first Thomas Hewitt in March 2024. Main/slashers masterlist.

Q: What other fics & blogs do you rec?

A: Please check out @toxicrecs

Q: How can I stay motivated to write without getting a lot of notes?

A: Please see these posts: here and here.

Q: Which anon tags are taken?

A: 🍯 🍹 🍓🦡

Q: Why did you unfollow me?

A: I could've lost (some or all) interest in your fandom. I may have forgotten why I followed you, especially if what you're posting has changed. Or I might be wanting to reduce the discourse I see.

✨Q: Am I blocked? Why can't I see your main blog from my account? / Did you soft block me?

⚠️ A: The most common reasons I block are for policing or judging what others post, kink shaming, or spreading harmful rumors. ⚠️

When it comes to rumors and shaming, silence is not a sign of guilt or agreement. It's confidence in the truth and desire to keep harmful takes off the dash. As a rule, I would ignore and block false accusations, rumors, or kink shamers instead of giving them a huge audience by responding or addressing it.

Harmful takes in the wild / targeted harassment: blocked. And if a post is bad enough--such as calling for targeted harassment of writers or trivializing a serious crime by casually accusing writers of it, I may block people for positively interacting with it. I don't want to be on your dash if you share those views, even if it's about something I don't write. On my blog, it's important for readers to be able to understand fiction can't be equated with real life. And who's to say I won't offend or traumatize you on a different topic one day? It's for your own good.

You can get blocked on anon too.