#and it all boils down to the definition of 'cruel'

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 201

Adjective: Cruel

Noun: Hurricane

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Cruel: willfully causing pain or suffering to others, or feeling no concern about it; causing pain or suffering

Hurricane: a storm with a violent wind, in particular a tropical cyclone in the Caribbean; a wind of force 12 on the Beaufort scale (equal to or exceeding 64 knots or 74 mph)

[dragonpaint]

im going to McFuckin'g lose it i need to meet and hang out with queer people i can't stand being surrounded with cishet people anymore i'm going to Scream

[obitos-whore]

https://www.tumblr.com/obitos-whore/748760592303718400/how-the-naruto-men-react-to-their-crush-kissing?source=share

This is awesome, can we have more? Not only more, but I mean *much more*

Hey there nonnie. I assume with *much more* you mean some spicy stuff, right? If not, just send another request and I'll see what I can do.

Anyway, enjoy some Naruto men going down on you.

(Kakashi, Obito, Itachi, Shisui, Gaara, Kankuro, Madara, Sasuke)

18+, Minors do NOT interact

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Kakashi

When it comes to going down on you, Kakashi is a downright menace and will do absolutely everything in his power to make sure you'll think of him for days to come

To ensure he has the element of surprise on his side and you don't see what's coming your way, Kakashi will blindfold you and tie your wrists to the headrest of your bed. He can't risk you peeking after all. Besides, there's something so incredibly hot and beautiful about seeing you so helpless and having you at his mercy

Will absolutely take advantage of your vulnerability and take his sweet time bringing you close to the edge, only to deny you the sweet release that's boiling inside just as you are about to burst

Chuckles at the myriad of curses you throw at him for being a dickhead and not letting you fucking cum

But when he does, boy oh boy, does make 'up' for his cruel teasing and make you cum several times in a row, each orgasm more intense than the previous one, ending with you as an overly sensitive mess unable to form a coherent thought, and a very happy and satisfied Kakashi

Obito

Obito is downright addicted to the taste of you. If he could, he'd spend hours between your legs and pleasure you. And sometimes he even does.

He's very vocal during it, showering you in praises and letting out satisfied moans as he pleases you with his mouth

Depending on his mood, he'll either be incredibly sweet and tender, or downright cruel and edge you for hours on end. He'd make you beg and squirm desperately, even going as far as to restrain you with some nice ropes and let his possessive side come through and mark you everywhere, before he even considers giving you what you've been begging for since the beginning

Tends to get carried away rather quickly and becomes quite sloppy during it with saliva coating his chin after being away on a mission for quite some time. Must be the withdrawal symptoms

Would definitely not mind waking you up with his mouth on you every morning

Itachi

Itachi likes to take his time with you and slowly get you worked up by kissing along the insides of your thighs and making his way up to your center inch by inch

Once he gets to it, his ministrations are gentle and sensual, flattening his tongue to give you slow strokes and suckling on the very sensitive parts of your sex

If you squirm too much, he will hold you in place and 'punish' you by going even slower, enjoying the sight of your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your hands gripping the sheets or his hair as you let out squeals and moans of pure ecstasy

Praise. Praise. Praise. This man has studied the book of praises and will stop at absolutely nothing to make you feel like royalty, both physical and verbal, while looking up at you with the most pussy dripping and dick hardening gaze that's humanly possible

Once Itachi is done with you, your legs will be shaking for hours. And the mere thought of having him between your legs again will be enough to make you all hot and bothered

Shisui

Just like Obito, Shisui is completely and utterly addicted to you. He just can't keep his hands off of you, much less his mouth

Aside from your incredible taste and the delightful sounds that escape your pretty lips, it's also a way for him to relieve his pent up stress. Being a shinobi of his calibre does come with a huge amount of it after all

Shisui, being the playful little tease he is, will have you beg for him to finally let you cum, while the tip of his tongue playfully dances around your most sensitive spots. Always bringing you so close to the edge before withdrawing just in time to deny you that sweet release and leave you whining in frustration and need

He's also rather shameless and would love for everyone to hear you scream his name, so that they know who's making you see stars at the training grounds during the day. It's like a badge of honour for him

Sometimes he gets so into it, that he subconsciously activates his sharingan and stares at you with a look of pure hunger. Like a predator ready to strike its prey

Gaara

Gaara is the definition of attentive and gentle. He loves hearing you moan his name as he uses his mouth and hands to bring you to heaven.

He's completely devoting himself to your pleasure and will always hold one of your hands, because he's a sweetheart and just craves the physical touch on top of the shared sexual intimacy

Will shower you with compliments and gently coo your name as he watches your face contort in pleasure and feel your body squirm underneath him

Gaara could never deny you anything, you're like his personal deity. However, he's more than willing to comply with your wishes and play a bit more dirty if that's what you're into

To Gaara, giving oral isn't just a way to pleasure one's needs and desires. To him, it's a way to show his deep love and devotion for his partner. It's like an art that demands the finest of skills. And your responses and reactions are the highest of praises one can receive

Kankuro

Kankuro is not only a cocky and smug bastard with a witty tongue and a master of puppeteering. He also knows how to use that mouth and fingers expertly in the bedroom and make you scream his name for the entire village to hear

Knowing that he can make you feel so good only boosts his already big ego and will make him even more eager to have his way with you

He will use his chakra strings to keep your hands tied and your legs nicely spread and open for him to feast upon you to his heart's content. And may Jashin have mercy on you when he's been deprived of it for too long

Of course, given that he can be quite the prick, he won't give you what you want so easily and make you beg for it, relishing in the frustration and neediness that resonates in your tone

"You good, sugar?" He would ask you with feigned innocence between harsh sucks and light bites, plastering your inner thighs with his marks while you are teetering on the edge of heaven and hell

Madara

Madara isn't a man who takes orders from anyone. Not even his little darling. However, if you ask him very, very nicely, he might relent and give you what you desire. But it comes with a price of course

Once he starts giving you what you asked for, there's no turning back. His mouth and hands are constantly on you, possessively touching every inch of skin while enjoying the way your vocal cords sing his name, your squirming body firmly pinned to whatever surface you're on

Madara takes great pleasure in taunting you when you ask for a break because you've come three times already and are overstimulated beyond comprehension

"What's wrong, darling? Tired already? Here, let me help you."

On top of stimulating you until your knees are practically jello, he'll also fuck you senseless afterwards. To remind you that you either play by his rules or not at all

Sasuke

Sasuke is incredibly mean about you wanting him down there, teasing and taunting you about being so needy and will only give in so you stop whining like a 'bitch in heat'. He acts like he's annoyed, but in reality he's totally down for it

He's more on the rougher side of things and will make you whimper and writhe in total ecstasy and desperation as he selfishly takes what you so generously offer

During it, he'll possessively cover your body in bite marks and hickeys and tell you how pathetic you are and how he is the only one who can and will pleasure you

And since he's so nice, he'll go all out on you until he says he's done you're completely satisfied

Of course his 'services' don't come for free and so he will demand some sort of repayment. Whether it's him fucking you, or you giving him a blow job doesn't really matter to him in that moment

[sarawritestories]

Come Here, Sweetheart

Cassian X Fem Reader

CASSIAN WEEK DAY 7

Summary: You are suffering from burn out and having a meltdown. The General of the Night Court's Armies ensures you give him your best smile.

Content Warning: Feelings of burnout and worthlessness, anxiety and mental health decline as a whole. Exhaustion tears and Cassian being one hell of a mail. Not proofread.

@cassianappreciationweek

Dividers by @tsunami-of-tears

A/N I am so heartbroken that I couldn't bring much to Cassian week but I've been in a slump and a lot is happening in my life (Good things but stressful) but I wanted to provide something.

ACOTAR MASTERLIST

You rubbed furiously at your chest. That familiar feeling that you were once able to tuck deep in the confines of your mind had reached a boiling point. The tightness in your chest constricted your ability to breathe properly. You barely made it to your bedroom when you collapsed to your knees.

The pressure of getting words on the page were becoming too much, Nesta's badgering of getting the next installment of your novel along with the constant fan mail asking for updates on the release made the feelings of inadequacy fester into a monster you couldn't ignore and definitely couldn't slay on your own.

You felt like you were failing your readers, though every time you sat with a blank page and fresh ink the words refused to come. As though they were mocking you as if to say you didn't deserve the success you had received.

Your mate who normally quieted the evil voices that would seep into your mind had been called away on a mission and so the cruel worlds morphed from a small dark spot into your mind into maelstrom of feelings worthlessness and as though you should give up your dreams all together.

Wrapped so deep in your thoughts, you barely registered the warmth of your tears running down your cheeks or the door of the bathroom opening revealing Cassian emerging. His gaze caught your crumpled form and he tried tugging on the bond only to find you had blocked him out.

Cassian in nothing but his sleep pants, his hair damp from bathing, and his wings tucked in tightly approached you. "Sweetheart," He whispered as he lowered to his knees giving you the distance to gauge the situation but close enough that his fingertips grazed the top of your hands that held your skirts in a vice grip.

You were a captive to your mind, the overwhelming anxiety gripping onto you tightly you couldn't even reach out to your mate. The words swirling trying to ingrain their lies.

You are not worthy.

You are pathetic.

You are talentless.

Give Up.

Cassian didn't need the bond to see what was occurring that the brilliant mind he adored so much was rendering you into a state of darkness. "Come Here, Sweetheart." Before you were able to register what was happening you were in his arms, the scent of Sandalwood and the lingering leather eased your breathing slightly.

He placed you on your feet and began to undress you. It was when he had you bare did he speak, "Shower, or bed?" His voice held no judgement only love and tenderness for you. Cassian's hands stroked your arms and the action alone caused the darkness to recede in your mind and you were able to come to the present.

"Bed." you whispered, voice dry from the crying.

Cassian kissed your shoulder, "Of course." He held out his hand and your favorite silk night dress appeared thanks to the House of Wind. "Arms up, My Love." You did as he asked and he got you dressed for bed. The cool material lowering the temperature of your overheated skin. Cassian gripped your head, "Come on, let's get you to bed."

You simply nodded your head as your mate led you to your side of the bed. Making sure as you began to get comfortable in bed that he was still touching you. He knew you needed his touch more than anything right now and went as far as crawling across you to his side of the bed to not break the contact. Once he adjusted his wings into a comfortable position he pulled you close to his chest. Your head pressed against his chest the steady beat of his heart, like a beacon of light blasted the dark thoughts and your breathing became easier as the voices quieted.

"We don't have to talk about it tonight." He whispered, his lips pressing against his forehead. "We will be talking about this in the morning along with planning a holiday away for a while."

Your lip trembled as he stroked your face with his thumb., "I love you. Thank you." Your eyes met his warm hazel ones, and you gave him a smile.

He returned your smile, "There's my girl." He placed his lips to yours pulling away lazily. "I love you, Sweetheart. Let's get some rest."

In a matter of seconds your eyes had fluttered shut and lulled by the heartbeat of your mate.

Cassian: General of the Night Court's Armies, The Lord of Bloodshed, but for you? He was your Knight in Shining Armor.

Always there to make sure the darkness never consumes you.

Your Hero.

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[queenuchiha89]

hello! love u! would you pretty please consider writing itachi violently non conning his younger sister after an argument when they're home alone but teen sasuke returned early from his mission with team 7? sasuke loves his big sis but he doesn't really help her, incredibly liking the sight of his sibs together.

*** NSFW ***

*** 18+ MINORS DNI! ***

*** TW. DARK CONTENT ***

⚠️WARNING ⚠️ this story contains noncon, foul language, incest, voyeurism, and other themes that may not be suitable for some audience. Viewer discretion is STRONGLY advised!

Itachi and his little sister Y/N had been at each other's throats all day long. Their parents were gone, Sasuke was off on an assignment with team 7 and every time Itachi and Y/N were alone, they always seemed to fight. "I'm so sick of you acting like you're better than everyone else in the family Itachi! You really look down on me and Sasuke!" She yelled at him as he turned to walk off towards his room in an effort to end the argument before I went too far. She watched him as he walked off, her arms folded, cheeks red in anger and frustration. Why he couldn't just... Be nice to her?! "You're just like Father..." She mumbled under her breath, but with his hearing and skill, of course itachi heard her. He stopped in his tracks, slowly turning his attention back towards his little sister at the opposite end of the hall. "What did you say Y/N..?" Itachi asked, his voice low and flat with a different kind of angered tone she had never before heard come from her older brother.

The color began to drain from Y/N's face as he swiftly began to walk towards her, and she had no time to attempt to block herself from any actions he may have took on her. He was far too fast, and she knew it. He grabbed her by the arm, spinning her around, and pinning her body to wall. All his weight was against her as she struggled helplessly to escape his grasp. "If you think I'm like father, then I will show you just how cruel Father really is!" He said viciously, his rage boiling over as her words echoed in her head. He spun her around, grabbing her by her hair and dragging her into his bedroom kicking and pleading for him to let her go. "Itachi stop! Let me go!" She screamed but to no avail. No one was around to hear her.

Itachi yanked Y/N up by her hair, and threw her on to his bed, wasting no time climbing on top of her. He pinned her arms down to the bed, and watched with a smirk as she kicked and flailed trying to get him off of her. "Itachi please!! Stop!" She cried out realizing that this was not a good situation to be in. She was in serious danger. Tears began to stream down her face, as all hope of her escaping his clutches left her. He was far too strong for her to over power, and all she could think to do was plead her case. "Itachi I'm sorry! Please, I didn't mean it!" She cried, and whimpered under him, powerless to stop his vicious assault. "Too late for apologies princess. You're going to take your medicine!" He growled as he gripped her throat in his hand, squeezing and watching her eyes widen in fear as she felt her airway closing in his grip. She gasped and choked as she struggled to break free of his grip, this only excited Itachi more.

While all this was going on in the Uchiha family household, Sasuke had returned from his mission earlier than expected, and was about open the front door and announce his arrival. However, as he entered, he stopped before calling out hearing strange sounds coming from upstairs, and what sounded like the voices of his elder siblings. Curious as to what could be going on, and getting an ominous feeling that something was definitely wrong, he slowly made his way up the stairs. He walked down the hallway, inching ever closer to Itachi's room- the origin of the sounds- and when he looked inside he was frozen in shock by what he saw. There was his older brother Itachi, pinning his big sister beneath him, fingers round her throat and her face turning a bright red color. "I-itachi? Y/N???" He whispered to himself, a strange fear creeping up this spine.

Itachi reached down between them, and fumbled with his pants as he removed his thick cock from his pants. Y/N wriggled harder as she saw her older brother's sizeable cock spring free from his pants and slap against her inner thigh. "You're going to take every last inch of my cock, and you're going to like it!" He threatened, as he held her still, and positioned himself against her open. "Are you- are you enjoying this??" Itachi said feeling how wet her pussy was in the moment. "You twisted little bitch..." He grunted as he pushed his cock deep inside her tight cunt. She cried out in pain as itachi stretched out her tight walls, feeling him rip her as he did. Sasuke watched in horror as Itachi raped their sister, watching his big sister's face contort in pain as he forced his cock inside her. It was awful... But he still couldn't look away, and as Itachi began to fuck into their sister, he felt a twinge of something else begin to rise up from within him.

Y/N took every inch of her big brother's cock, her body shivering in pain, and then in an unwilling pleasure as he continued his vicious assault. Itachi could feel her walls gripping around his cock, and knew she was about to cum against her will. "That's it. Don't fight it, just let this happen. Doesn't your big brother feel so good fucking you?" Itachi teased making her feel ashamed. With a gasp, and a small cry that sounded more akin to a cry of grief than pleasure, her walls gripped around his cock, and she came for him, shame filling her being as she did. "That's it, cum for me. Fuck little sis, I'm going to fill up that tight little pussy." Itachi growled as his thrusts became more erratic. With one final thrust, Itachi grabbed his little sister's hips and held her still as he shot his hot potent Uchiha cum deep inside her fertile womb.

From the hallway, Sasuke watched. Helpless, but achingly hard inside those shorts of his. He watched as his big sister was forced to cum all over Itachi's cock, and pumped full of his seed. Without warning, Sasuke's cock twitched, and he gasped steadying himself by grabbing the door frame as he came in his pants. The sight of his older brother viciously taking his big sis was far more than he could handle. Itachi caught his breath before giving his little sis a kiss on the forehead, and putting his cock away. "Maybe next time you'll learn to quit while you're ahead..." Itachi said cruelly as he reached for the towel on his bedroom floor. "Go clean yourself up princess..." He said before turning towards the cracked door. "You too Sasuke..."

A.N: spelling errors, and other such typos will be corrected when I am able. In the meantime, have fun and enjoy responsibly! 🥰

[tojismain]

toji x sick!reader synopsis. you have a migraine and mama bear toji takes over (I love him)

This was not an attractive position to be in. Not in any way you can think of. Face planted into the bed, body stiff and straight, Toji confused and worried. 

With work piling on your desk and people speaking to you in different tones of aggressive, work had been more than exhausting. You made it home at 5pm, Toji still caught up in whatever he was doing. A migraine caught up to you faster than you could change out of your clothes, and so, with your blouse unbuttoned and your shoes taken off, you opted for taking away your senses, and shoving your face into the mattress. 

Toji makes it home and is in the midst of loosening his collar as he walks into the bedroom, when his eyes are caught on your figure. Toji is not a stranger to you taking naps, he usually joins you. This time, something was clearly off. 

"Sweetheart? You asleep?", he asks as he turns on the lamp on your bedside table. Although your face is mostly covered, the light makes it through the gaps— making you want to cry as the headache worsens. In a sloth-like movement, you use your hands to cover your face even more, hence, inciting the worry he's now certainly feeling. 

He grimaces at your action and turns off the light, "headache?". Toji knows that the headaches you got every once in a while, were anything but desirable. He notices a slight movement of your head, which indicates a 'yes, toji, im currently dying, so please stop talking', which he's also familiar with. 

He takes a seat next to your place on the bed and asks you to roll over slightly, mindful of his gruff voice. You do as he says and his hand —which dwarves over your own— is then placed on the back of your neck. You can feel his stillness as he calculates what's an okay temperature.

You see, Toji's mean, unbelievably so, cruel intentions and an even crueler smile. Not with you. Never with you. It's different, the way he looks at you, the way his eyes soften after coming home, his guard down, and his head light. But even then, he's still learning, what's okay, what's not, when you need him and when you're capable. Right now though, you needed him, desperately. It was either him, or feeling like someone was actively banging metal in your head.

So he decides that the heat coming off of your neck was not normal. He learns, for you. His scarred hand moves over to your forehead as your eyes are screwed shut. As his hand moves to lift off, you decide that's not good enough, so you grab his hand and lower it back on your forehead. It was warm, and surprisingly helping with the migraine. 

"Baby, i'll be right back, okay?", he says worriedly. Unaware of why you're gripping his hand so gently against your skin.

You whimper shaking your head. "It hurts."

"Where does it hurt baby?", he seems relieved to hear you talk. 

You drag his hand to the right side of your head. "Here", you whisper, sighing as his hand relieves some of the ache.

He brushes his thumb delicately over the same place. 

"I'll get you some pain killers, it's definitely a migraine." 

You shake your head once more, "just a second", you promise as you keep holding his hand against your head. 

"Just a second", he vows with softening eyes. He uses his other hand to cup over your adjacent cheek, brushing your hair out of the way.

When Toji lets go, he leaves the room to grab painkillers, and unbeknownst to you, he also boils water for a heating pad, grabs a mug of steaming water— boiled with lemon and ginger, and he got a ton of water bottles. A ton. He would never admit that he definitely googled all of that.

When he's back, you're back to your position against your pillow, head sinked in, arms surrounding your face. 

He places the tray with everything on your bedside table. You turn your head and spot the contents, you squint at him.

"Are you going to drown me?".

Toji chuckles and shushes you, "you need to stay hydrated", is his response

"Mmm", you hum in reply. A sharp pain then shoots behind your eye making you screw your eyes shut and you let out another whimper. 

"Sweetheart?", Toji is careful not to touch you, knowing that now, it could make it worse. 

The pain fades for a second, and you open your eyes as you feel tears prick in their corners.

"Hey, why are you crying?", Toji's eyebrows furrow in concern. His sentence more of a demand than a question. A pout visible on the creases of his lips.

You don't answer him, only looking for ways to stop the headache, it was excruciating, more so than usual. But you knew it would go away, especially with him here. 

And so Toji uses his warm hands, warm tone, and light touch to lull you to sleep after taking the pills, knowing that it was the only way the painkillers were going to work best and how your migraine would go away. 

As you're sleeping, Toji sits next to you on guard. It was almost as if everything disappeared, and your frame was the only thing visible in his sight. If anyone asked him, he would probably say you had a halo over your hurting head. To Toji, his senses almost heightened when you were sleeping, he didn't want you hurt, ever. He needed you safe and he hated seeing you vulnerable. His hand hovers over your head, caressing whenever he knew he couldn't wake you. He grabs a warmed cloth and puts it on your forehead, careful not to press too much weight onto your head.

For a big person, he was small in his gestures— soft, and willing. 

An hour later, you feel a feather-like touch caressing your nose as you're waking up. Your eyes slowly blink open, looking up at Toji with a drowsy confused expression. He grins at your state, you look incredibly innocent this way. 

"Sleeping beauty is up."

You smile in response, letting your eyes blink a few times to shake off the sleepiness. You then notice Toji's hand hovering over your face with...a makeup wipe?

"What're you doing?", you ask and his smile widens at your groggy voice.

"You fell asleep with your makeup on", is his only explanation.

You could possibly combust right now. 

"Close your eyes."

—aurelia—

[beta-therapy]

Your Beta Status: Fate or Free Will?

As evidenced by the fact that 2/3 of our ancestors are female, it is a fundamental characteristic of the human species that women exert strong selective pressure onto men in the form of sexual selection, causing some men to have radically higher reproductive success than others. Women can only give birth a few times in their lives, so it makes sense for them to be picky.

But picky for what? What are women hardwired to be turned on by and turned off by?

The harsh truth is that primarily, the answer is genetic suitability. The main purpose of sexual selection is to weed out the bad genetics and to promote the best genetics among the species.

Although this idea is obvious, there is a common (and reasonable) objection:

Humans are not animals. Men don’t have some crude fight-to-the-death where the strongest alpha gets the woman. Yes, sexual attraction is unconscious and governed by biology, but a woman is genuinely turned on by the personality of her sexual partners rather than by some barbaric display of genetic superiority.

The problem with the objection is that those attractive masculine personality traits are inseparably tied to genetics. While it appears, on the surface, that a woman slept with Chad because he’s funny and witty, the deeper reality is that he demonstrated his intelligence, verbal facility, social calibration (lack of autism, for instance), and like ten other elements of genetic superiority, all in a way that cannot be faked. And if he was short (an indicator of insufficient androgen output during puberty or other genetic issues), she would not have even been talking to him.

Clearly, women are after genetics (they usually don’t know this consciously), but they select the winners in a highly sophisticated way, which makes it impossible to fake genetic superiority. This evaluation is about both physical and mental characteristics, but do not be fooled: there’s no “pathway” for any man to learn how to demonstrate attractive personality traits (beyond the standard advice of “be a good person”); the reason those traits are so attractive is exactly because they cannot be mimicked and therefore say a lot about your genetic suitability.

The personality traits that women go for are anything but arbitrary and socially conditioned. There’s a reason why the “awkward” and “shy” men are cross-culturally perceived by women as unattractive, whereas the “confident” and “dominant” men are universally fawned over by women. Those differences in attractiveness are not just random! They boil down to a fundamental judgement about which men deserve to spread their seed.

The definition of Nature is what selects. It is made up of many forces working in tandem, with the force of Femininity at the pinnacle. After all, Nature is what creates and what destroys; and the most important type of creation is the birth of children, and the most important type of destruction is the ending of one’s genetic lineage.

You can think of Femininity (and, more generally, Nature) as barbarically cruel, but truly essential for the existence and continuation of humanity. Life does not exist without suffering. A species cannot master its environment without an eternal process of disposing of the bad genetics and promoting the best genetics to allow for rapid adaptation in the proper direction. (And not just with genetics; with ideas in general).

The eternal objective of life is to generate a lot of new ideas, new things, and new genetics; and to note that many of them will be mistakes that must be disposed of, but some of them will be so crucial as to be required for our survival. This process is a necessary condition of life, because without it, we are stagnant, and stagnation inevitably results in Death.

Mistakes must go to die, and good things must prevail, but for that to happen, cruel selection must take place. In the world, we realize the harsh reality that not all ideas are equal, which can be quite uncomfortable for someone who believes in a bad idea, but their ultimate defeat by better ideas is what’s necessary for the collective. But what’s the most uncomfortable type of defeat by Nature? It’s the judgement that the totality of you is not good enough to make it to the next generation. Women are the ones who make the most harsh, judgmental decision of Nature. Femininity is the graceful, nurturing, beautiful mother who is nice to everyone, but through her sexual decisions, inevitably must put men on a hierarchy of “worthiness of reproduction.” And your position on this hierarchy is not something you can take lightly. It’s not based on random socially constructed nonsense. If you are not perceived as an attractive, desirable partner by women, that is Nature’s fundamental judgement that you are inferior (in the deepest possible sense) to other men.

[mixelation]

worked on some async today. takes place immediately after tori attempts to turn minato into soup

Tori watched Minato disappear into the water in great satisfaction. She peered over the embankment. Steam clouded her view, but she could see his blue and green uniform under the rolling boil of the river. The bodies of dead minnows bubble up above him. 

Then he disappeared. 

Tori tensed automatically. She hadn’t caught him dropping any Hiraishin markers anywhere, but ninja were sneaky. 

Minato didn’t spontaneously appear behind her over the course of the next minute, and Tori relaxed ever so slightly. A bigger fish came to the top of the still boiling river, its body flipping over and over. 

So. Boiling someone alive did not kill them nearly as fast as she had expected. She’d seen various propaganda about Terumi Mei cooking people alive with steam, and that varied from “instant death” if you were pro-Mei, to “incredibly long and painful and cruel” if you were anti-Mei. But Tori had given little weight to the propaganda as actual evidence, aside from that she was positive boiling hot water could kill you. 

Hopefully Minato was currently dying of his injuries wherever he had gone. While Tori could not recall any stories about people being boiled alive, but she was something of a connoisseur in bizarre and horrific bodily harm. Sometimes adrenaline was enough to get a ninja through the initial part of receiving a major injury, only to collapse moments later. Tori balled her hands into fists, her fingernails digging into her palms. She hoped his pretty eyes were cooked solid. Then he’d never be able to trick a poor girl’s heart with a pretty face ever again. 

On the other hand, given Tori had no real data about boiling people alive, she could be royally fucked if he lived. It occurred to her that he definitely had Hiraishin markers back in the village, and if he had pulled some sort of main character ninjutsu bullshit and was still fighting fit, he could just come back to the river and kill her. 

I guess I’ll just lie out my ass again, Tori decided, trying to convince her brain not to panic. She was very obviously just a civilian woman who couldn’t even get her life together to wash her hair properly. She could act hysterical and say the Kumo-nin had told her the trap did something else, or else that she was just trying to protect her home and beg for mercy. It would be humiliating, but while Minato obviously had no qualms about killing ninja without asking questions first, he did seem to want to play nice with civilians. 

Also, if he did kill her, probably he would just abandon her body like he had the Kumo-nin. He was unlikely to stick around long enough to figure out Tori’s little problem with dying and attempt to kidnap or question her over. 

It’ll fine either way, Tori told herself. She still didn’t go back to the village. Instead, she walked stiffly down the embankment as fast as she could without breaking into a run. She was going to miss the dirty laundry and the cute crab mug she’d left behind, but all her other belongings were in a storage seal, and she didn’t want to risk going back and discovering a pissed off and half-boiled Minato. 

Minato did not show to bother her at all that day, as she marched forth in a random direction. He didn’t show up during the horrible three hours of paranoid sleep she got while camping. 

When a full twenty-fours passed, Tori finally started to calm down. She’d found a fisherman and convinced him to take her further down the river than she could get walking, and while she wasn’t untrackable, she gained confidence that Minato was at the very least too injured to hunt her down immediately. 

She tried to travel deeper into Grass Country as fast as she could, paying for transport more often than she would normally. 

Days passed and no news sprang up about the Yellow Flash mysteriously dying, but also there were no new sightings of him. Tori had no way to draw real conclusions from this. Konoha was unlikely to advertise him dying or being grievously injured, but also he was a key player in the war and his enemies would be sniffing around for information like this. That there was no news could mean she’d succeeded, or it could be she’d failed and so there was nothing worth gossiping about. 

The lack of knowing what had happen turned to a festering sort of anxiety that kept her up at night and made her head dizzy at random moments. And so, Tori switched up her goals. Even if she’d killed Minato properly, that his body was somewhere where she couldn’t hide what she’d done meant Konoha could potentially track her down. She needed to protect herself more than ever. She holed up in a cheap hotel in the middle of nowhere and spent every waking moment making drafts of seal diagrams and fussing. 

How to set up a barrier that could activate faster than a ninja could kill her…? She could paint i directly on her skin, then link its activation to being hit, or to an increase in her heart rate. This would mean she’d inevitably activate it on accident when she walked into a table or got excited about something, but perhaps for now she didn’t care…

Weeks passed. Tori’s anxiety hit a maximum where she didn’t sleep at all one night, and then slowly started to calm. She obtained a raw potato and stuck it in her room’s windowsill to sprout, hoping to use it to add to her chakra phylogeny. She walked into town and stole a library book to try and add to her notes on plant and animal relatedness. She did accidentally activate her seal multiple times, but at least she knew it worked. 

Her funds were running dangerously low, and she’d have to move on soon. She started talking to people again, asking about where war refugees in this area were moving to, and if she could join a caravan. 

She was organizing her things one evening, preparing to move out the next morning. She’d spread all her various fuuinjutsu and research materials across her bed, and stood over it with her hands on her hips, debating the best way to repack and also, how to best transport a sprouted potato?

She looked up at her window potato, now in a paper cup with dirt. It had grown three alien-looking shoots, jagging out at random angles before reaching towards the window. 

Then, as she regarded her potato, a shadow passed over the window. Tori frowned. The window started to move upwards, a hand appearing in the open space, and Tori’s eyes widened. 

She panicked, obviously, which activated her barrier. This was still somehow not faster than the Yellow Flash could break into her hotel room. 

He was toe-to-toe with her in an instant, kunai in hand. Tori yelped in horror as the barrier flicked up around them, a dark pink bubble that was supposed to keep her safe. 

Somehow, Minato looked exactly the same as before, like she hadn’t done her best to turn him into soup. 

The barrier pressed him up against her, his chest and shoulders blocking her view of the rest of the room as he boxed her in, and Tori’s back hit the other side of the barrier. Minato's arm was forced forward as he bent over her, and thank God he was competent enough to roll the kunai in his hand so the broadside pressed against her neck rather than the sharp edge. His chin brushed against the top of her head. 

Tori wished he smelled bad, so she could find this new predicament gross. Instead, he just sort of smelled like dirt and an inoffensive odor of sweat. His body against hers was also warm and firm and bigger than her in a way she regrettably found she liked. 

He also maybe wanted to kill her. She needed to focus on that. The rush of adrenaline and the increase in her heart rate was very confusing in this moment. 

“Oh,” he said, sounding mildly surprised but not at all upset. The hand not holding the knife reached around her, knuckles knocking on the barrier next to her head. “Interesting. Well, I still think this is my win.”

What the hell is he talking about? Tori thought. She was sure he could feel her rapidly beating heart, as sure as she could feel his completely steady heartbeat. 

Well, if he wasn’t already pissed off, she could test the waters a little to see if she could figure out what he wanted. 

“You haven’t won yet,” she said hotly. “What are you going to do? Trap yourself indefinitely in an enclosed space with my corpse?”

He shifted slightly, bringing the kunai away from her throat. He could only pull his head away a couple inches, and he didn’t step back so his body was still pressed against hers, but it was enough distance that she could peer up and see he was smirking at her. His eyes were exactly as pretty as they’d been before. 

Oh no, his smirk is hot, Tori thought helplessly, regretting yet again that boiling was a less efficient murder technique than she’d anticipated. Her insides squirmed with some bizarre contradictory emotion. She was terrified, yes, but also she was a little turned on. 

Then suddenly they were standing on the other side of the room, near the door. He must have chucked a kunai across the room in the tiny fraction of a moment before the barrier had gone up. The barrier was still in place around them. 

Minato’s smirk slipped slightly. Somehow, Tori found his apparent confusion even hotter. 

“Oh, did you try to teleport us both out?” she asked, and smooth and coy as she could make her voice given her insides were flipping out in either panic or arousal. “You’re not getting me out of this that easily.”

Minato was outside of the barrier a second later, and the kunai clattered to her feet, undoubtedly scratching up her shoes. He’d left Tori where she stood, with the marked kunai still in the barrier in case he wanted to go back in. 

He hadn’t gone far— just back to where he’d stabbed a kunai into the wall over her bed. Somehow, on top of planting multiple kunai and outrunning her barrier, he’d also left her window potato completely untouched. Damn him for being so thorough. 

“How’d you do it?” he asked, sounding genuinely curious. His eyes were bright and inviting in a way that made Tori want to answer. Even though he’d literally held a knife to her throat only a moment earlier, he just seemed like he’d be really easy to talk to. 

Touché, she thought. 

“Do what? This barrier?” she said. “Believe it or not, you’re not the only ninja who wants to kill me. A girl learns to protect herself.”

Minato flopped down to sit on her bed and cocked his head. 

“I don’t want to kill you,” he said plainly. 

“Uh-huh,” Tori replied. 

“So how long does your barrier last?” Minato asked, leaning back on his hands. “I have all night. Do you?”

Tori twitched in annoyance. The barrier was tied to her, so it would be up as long as she was alive and producing chakra, or until she chose to deactivate it. But she didn’t want him to know he could just teleport back in and kill her. It was better if he thought the barrier had a time limit, like most barriers would. 

The barrier was also draining her chakra, so it could “kill” her in a day or so without food to replenish herself. She supposed that was the time limit. 

That, or Minato could attempt to deactivate the barrier himself, which meant he’d have to teleport back inside the barrier and then remove her shirt and…

Tori’s face went hot as she imagined what his hands would feel like on her bare skin. This idea should frighten her, and yet she kind of wanted it to happen. What was wrong with her?!

Fortunately, Minato did not react to her blush and simply continued to just stare at her in mild interest. Tori turned her gaze to the kunai at her feet, desperate to distract herself. She had just enough room in her barrier to awkwardly squat down to pick it up. 

“How does this even work?” she asked, picking at the tag with the Hiraishin marker. It wasn’t hard, once she peeled up the edges, to pull the whole thing off the kunai’s handle. “This isn’t real fuinjutsu, is it?”

The tag was… well, technically it was seal script. But also it was just some characters. One of them was “love.” Why. 

Minato’s cheeks had actually turned pink. 

“It’s… it is a seal,” he spluttered. 

“What happens if I destroy it?” Tori wondered, tugging at the paper like she meant to rip it. 

Next moment, Minato was back in the barrier with her again, hands around her wrists as he pushed her back up against the barrier. 

“I stop you before you can,” he said, and somehow this made Tori’s stomach completely flip over. 

“So I can destroy it,” Tori said smartly. She wondered what he would do, if she continued to be sassy with him. 

Minato sighed dramatically. She felt the puff of his breath on the top of her head. She waited excitedly for his reply. 

He took a tiny half-step back, as far as he could get in the cramped space. He let go of her right wrist, but his other hand slipped up her arm to cover her left hand. He held it up in the small space between them, her wrist facing upwards. A brand new Hiraishin marker, written in black across the delicate skin of her wrist, glared up at her. 

Tori’s eyes widened. “When did you…?”

Minato’s stupid sexy smirk was back. “I don’t need ink to place one.”

Fuck, Tori thought. If she’d known this about the Hiraishin once upon a time, she’d definitely forgotten it. Truly this was an OP technique. 

Minato teleported back out of the barrier, this time appearing facing the bed. He put his hands on his hips and surveyed the notebooks and scrolls Tori had left out, his head leaning back to regard her window potato. 

He can also control how close he gets to the marker and his position around it, Tori thought. What the fuck, honestly. She was glad she wasn’t a ninja. She’d absolutely hate having to figure out how to fight that. 

As it were, she was a civilian. If she fought anyone outright, she’d just die. Finding out the Hiraishin was even more OP than she’d thought just meant she could figure out new ways to trick him into teleporting directly into his own demise. 

“Who taught you fuinjutsu?” Minato asked, picking up one of the scrolls and examining it. 

Tori did not answer, instead glaring at him as he went through her things and she was helpless to stop him. How rude! She liked her things! 

“I’m honestly not going to hurt you,” Minato said after a couple minutes of silence, picking up a different scroll. 

Tori eyed him, rubbing at her wrist. The Hiraishin marker didn’t smudge the way ink might. Clearly Minato was still underestimating her, if he thought she wouldn’t be willing to also destroy a marker physically on her. 

“Not the vengeful type, then?” Tori drawled. 

Minato actually laughed. He tilted his head back slightly, grinning good naturedly at her. 

“They managed to regrow all my skin, so no harm, no foul.”

They did… they did what?

The face Tori made at this statement must have been funny, because Minato laughed again. It wasn’t mocking or cruel; he sounded genuinely amused. He really did seem like he was telling the truth, that he was just here to ask questions. 

Except, Tori knew better than anyone how good a manipulation tactic playing kind and demure was. Minato was a killer and a tool of Konoha above anything else. She couldn’t forget that. 

“This is a Konoha scroll,” Minato said conversationally, holding up the scroll in question. “Where’d you get it?”

Tori narrowed her eyes at him. I’ll make him break, she decided. 

“One of your buddies decided it would be a good idea to get drunk and harass women,” Tori said, which was the truth. “So I decided he’d be better off with a pair of collapsed lungs and none of his stuff.”

Minato’s easy smile shrank slightly, and his body language turned stiff. 

There, Tori thought. Now show me your true colors. 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Minato said, voice tight. 

“I’m not,” Tori replied. “What did Konoha tell you to do about me?”

Minato cocked his head to the side. He studied her for a bit, even as he tucked the Konoha scroll into the pouch at his waist. 

Eventually, he said, “They don’t think you could possibly be real.”

Tori actually laughed. It ripped out of her against her conscious efforts, a single, resounding Ha!

Minato’s lips quirked upwards, his body language loosening. 

“I already knew you’ve killed Konoha-nin,” Minato said. He picked up her notebook and flipped through it idly as he spoke, not really reading it. “And Iwa-nin, and Kusa-nin. I’ve been following you for a while.”

“Really?” Tori asked, and then wanted to slap herself at how obvious it was she wanted the attention. Minato picked up on her tone shift immediately, resummoning his stupid sexy smirk and then stepped towards her. 

“There were rumors of a fuinjutsu master, so naturally I investigated,” he said. Then he snorted with laughter. “Konoha doesn’t believe any of the rumors could be true. So I have no orders from them about you.”

“So…?” Tori prompted. She wasn’t sure if this was good news for her or not. Although, hearing Minato had been looking for her out of personal interest made her insides go all funny again. 

“So,” Minato said, eyeing her up and down. “I’m not lying when I say I don’t really want to hurt you. I’m here to make friends. I just really, really want to know more about the mysterious girl who nearly killed me.”

Then he smiled that smile again, the one that had made Tori feel safe and cared for, the one that she knew was fake. Her face went hot again, but not from whatever confusing hormonal responses she was having. Truly, if she could kill people with her mind, Minato would be dead right then and there. 

“For example,” Minato continued. He held up a page of her notebook, which contained a draft of the chakra phylogeny she was trying to make. “What is this?”

“You know,” Tori said tersely, “if you actually wanted to play nice, you wouldn’t be going through all my personal belongings like a creep. You wouldn’t have snuck in here waving knives around.”

Minato’s eyes widened slightly. His cheeks went ever so slightly pink. 

“I don’t think I want to tell you anything,” Tori said, crossing her arms. 

“I came in waving kunai around because last time we talked, you nearly killed me for no reason,” Minato replied, annoyance seeping into his voice, although he didn’t raise his volume. He jabbed a finger against the outside of the barrier. “What if this had been an offensive jutsu instead of a defensive one? I want to play nice, but don’t think you can play harmless civilian with me.”

Tori scowled. Okay. So. He had a point. And she did… she did want his attention. She liked him smiling at her as much as she hated it. 

“It’s a phylogeny,” Tori said finally, pointing at the notebook. “It’s a family tree that shows evolutionary relationships between species. I’m trying to see if more closely related things have more similar chakra than distantly related things.”

Minato stared back at her, mildly dumbfounded. Her explaining this probably just created more questions than it answered for him. 

Good, Tori thought. She wanted to be mysterious and unsolvable. 

She pointed at her window potato. 

“So my hypothesis is that that guy will have more similar chakra to the trees outside than yours or my chakra.”

Minato eyed the potato for a moment, and then stared down at the phylogeny, then looked back up at her. 

“So you’ve been carving seals into trees,” he said slowly, “to use… tree chakra…?”

“Well,” Tori said. It was unclear to her if this was a secret she should be keeping or not, but if  she wanted to establish a friendly rapport and not be killed by an upset famous ninja, probably she should tell him something. This she couldn’t exactly hide, and it was less risky territory than time travel or Orochimaru or Ame. Also… something inside her was pleased, that he’d noticed she’d been doing that. “Yeah, something like that.”

“Huh,” Minato said. 

“So will you be reporting my creative endeavors to Konoha?” Tori asked cautiously. 

“I think they’d be even less likely to believe me,” Minato said, grinning cheekily at her. “As that sounds like crazy bullshit.”

Tori felt her face collapse into a pout, and Minato’s grin broadened. 

“How about…” he said, lazily tossing the notebook back onto the bed. “Next time I bring you another plant, and you show me how you're using plant chakra?”

Tori bit her bottom lip. What was this angle? So he was threatening to come back to her, to make her show him her fuinjutsu experiments? Was he just curious, or was he mining her for information to report back to Konoha? What would happen if she said no? What would happen if she agreed?

“So you’ll bring me flowers?” she said instead of a real answer. 

He winked at her. “It’s a date, then.”

And just like that, he was gone. 

Tori sank to her knees. Her hands were shaking, and she wasn’t sure if they’d been doing that the whole time or not. The adrenaline seeped out of her, and Tori felt exhausted. 

Minato definitely could have killed her. That he didn’t must mean something, but she wasn’t ready to believe he wanted to be friends. That didn’t make sense. That wasn’t the crapsack world she lived in, or how the people of the Third Shinobi War behaved. 

She stared down at her wrist, at the Hiraishin marker now permanently affixed to her. He had acted all nice, almost flirty, but also he’d made it so she couldn’t back out if she wanted to. He wasn’t a good person, and he wasn’t as friendly as he claimed. 

He had won this round, she supposed. But he was still underestimating her. He had left her like this, assuming she wasn’t crazy enough to hack off her own skin… and assuming she wasn’t smart enough to remove the marker herself. 

Let’s see who wins the next one, Yellow Flash, Tori thought. 

[trippingontheescalator]

Which Classic Novel Should You Read Based on Your Fave Snape Pairing

Snily - Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë (1847). Let's see, a low class and abused, brooding Byronic leading man? Check. Madly in love with a woman who ends up marrying a snobbish rich man who looks down on our hero? Check. Obsessed with her even decades after her death? Check, check, and check. Oh, and let's not forget that the child the woman has with her husband shares her eyes. Hm, suspicious.

Snames - Pamela; or, Virtue Rewarded by Samuel Richardson (1740). So, as a fellow snames fan, let's be honest with ourselves: all of our fics can be boiled down to "I can change him." We want James to be despicable, inhuman, and cruel to Severus, and then we want James to realize how disgusting he is and grovel at Severus's feet, because we are all basic bitches. So basic that one of the earliest novels in the English language is basically this. Pamela originated this trope.

Snirius - Deep Water by Patricia Highsmith (1957). Snirius fans are unafraid of dark, toxic relationships and unhappy endings, and, well, here's a book for you! Deep Water is about as toxic as you can get. It's about a man who murders his wife's lovers.

Snucius - Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw (1913). Alright, alright, so this isn't a novel, this is a play, but fans of this pairing definitely seem to be into the whole sugar daddy/"I can turn this feral street child into an elegant gentleman" kind of vibe, and this is what this play is all about. Audrey Hepburn is fantastic in the film adaptation My Fair Lady (1964).

Snupin - Bear by Marian Engle (1976). You Canadians are probably like, "What the fuck? Is my OTP a joke to you?" The answer is yes, but that's beside the point. Hear me out. The main character is an archivist who is very bad at relationships and kind of shuns society in general. Like our Snape. She ends up in the Canadian wilderness on an assignment going through a dead person's belongings. Also, this dead person kept a pet bear that our heroine now has to take care of. Our heroine begins to yearn for something wild, our pet bear is a literal bear, but also incredibly pathetic and docile just like Lupin. Anyway, the two fuck. Literally, she fucks a bear. THIS BOOK WON THE GOVERNOR GENERAL'S LITERARY AWARD. THAT'S LIKE CANADA'S PULITZER I THINK. None of you werewolf-fuckers should act shocked and dismayed by this. We all know how you really think Sirius's prank should have gone (in which instead of James rescuing Snape, Moony makes sweet sweet love to him).

Sorry, guys, no Snarry or Snamione. I don't really read those pairings so I can't give an accurate recommendation. But if you've got thoughts, add to this!

[vipwinnie]

Silence treatment

Draco malfoy x reader

Summary: Draco's actions have gone too far, so you decide to ignore him

At the end of the day you went as usual to join your boyfriend, Draco, in the Hall. When you finally saw him, you saw him with Crabbe and Goyle intimidating a Gryffindor much younger than them, probably in the first or second year. Draco always had this reputation as a stalker. It was in his character to act like a bully, and yet that hadn't stopped you from going out with him. Ever since you got together with him, you made him swear to never harass anyone again. Because harassing someone was like a crime to you, you were so sensitive about this subject. And as you could see now it was just empty promises. So you don't waste your time. You had watched helplessly as your boyfriend, Draco, harassed a young boy in the street. Anger boiled inside you, and you couldn't stand idly by in the face of this cruelty. Tears of sadness and rage beaded down your cheeks as you turned towards Drac. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, how can you be so mean? This boy hasn't done anything to you, and yet you treat them like this? I can't stand this." Draco, surprised by your intervention, tries to defend himself. "It was just a joke, you're exaggerating! Why are you getting into my business?" Your eyes fill with cold determination. You knew you couldn't tolerate such cruel behavior. "It wasn't a joke, Draco. It was harassment, pure and simple. I can't be with someone who behaves like that." Draco, realizing the extent of his actions, tried to apologize. "I'm sorry, I didn't think it would go this far...I didn't want to lose you."

You shook your head, arms crossed, leaving no room for his excuses. "Your apology isn't enough, Draco. You need to think about your actions and the impact they have on others. I can't be with someone who doesn't understand that." Without a backward glance, you walk away, leaving Draco alone with his thoughts and remorse. He bit his fingers as he realized that he had lost something precious because of his irresponsible behavior.

After your argument, you went straight to your room, you didn't come out even to go eat, Draco had definitely ruined your appetite. The next morning, after thinking all night about what you were going to do to Draco, you finally decided to have the silence treatment. So that he understands the lesson.

When you join him at the breakfast table, you can feel his eyes on you, looking for a way to start a conversation. Yesterday, you witnessed harassment and it deeply affected you. You can't just erase it. He cleared his throat, trying to find the courage to speak. "Hey, uh... about yesterday, I wanted to talk to you." You keep your gaze fixed on your plate, refusing to meet his gaze. Silence hangs in the air, a heavy barrier between you. "I know what I did was wrong. I shouldn't have acted that way. I'm really sorry." He continues, his voice full of remorse. You remain silent, your anger and your disappointment boils inside you. He crossed the line and that wasn't something you couldn't easily forgive. He shyly reaches out and places his hand on top of yours. "Please listen to me. I regret my actions. It was a moment of weakness and I deeply regret it." You remove your hand, giving him a cold look. Your silence speaks volumes, reflecting your discontent and the distance you feel.

He sighs, shoulders slumping. "I understand that you're upset and I deserve it. But I want to make things right, to show you that I'm capable of change." You didn't respond, choosing instead to focus on your breakfast. It's clear that this conversation is far from over, but for now, you've made your decision. As you continue to eat in silence, the atmosphere remains heavy with unresolved emotions.

The rest of the day passed quietly, you had neither encountered Draco in the corridors nor in the hall for lunch. And yet his absence could not have lasted. Draco was anxiously awaiting your arrival “Hey, I'm really sorry about what happened. I acted stupidly and I sincerely regret it. I've been waiting here for hours, just to talk to you and ask you to forgive me. Please just give me a chance to explain.” When you see him standing there, his eyes full of sadness and hope, you pretend not to notice. “I know I screwed up. But please don't treat me like that. I can't do without you, you are everything to me. I'm ready to change, to do whatever it takes to make you happy. Please come back to me.” he continued But you decide to continue on your way by continuing to ignore him. “You are my reason for living, my sun in the darkness. Without you, my life is empty. I feel lost, broken. I would give anything to get you back. I beg you, don't leave me in this state. I can’t bear to see you indifferent to my grief.” You should admit to him that you liked these words but he had to realize his act once and for all. So you decide once again to remain silent. “I know I made a huge mistake. But I love you so much, I would give anything to prove to you that I can change. I am ready to compromise, to work on myself. I just want you to forgive me, to give me another chance." You couldn't resist this scene you were about to break down and forgive him everything but you remember why you didn't talk to him and it's there that you will find the strength to look away from this scene.

“Please don’t reject me like this. I'm willing to do anything to get you back. I know I hurt your heart, but I promise to fix it. I can't imagine my life without you. I beg you, speak to me, tell me that you forgive me. ”

Trying everything for everything. He approached you, his voice filled with despair, and gently laid his hand on your face, caressing your cheek. ”If you change your mind, meet me tomorrow night in the astronomy tower, I will wait for you all night if I have to, I love you my love. ”And so he withdrew his hand and left like a ghost, his eyes looking down on the ground.

The next morning, you hadn’t spoken to Draco since yesterday’s interaction, and you hadn’t seen him at any meals. It pained you, her condition yesterday afternoon after you left school hurt my heart so much. And you had to admit that you miss him so much, that night was for you a real ordeal without him by your side. You were thinking about what he had told you yesterday: “Meet me tomorrow night in the astronomy tower, I’ll wait for you all night if I have to”. It was then decided you can't stand this situation anymore, you will go to him and you will forgive him.

That evening you were on your way to the astronomy tower, and as you walked through the door, you fell face to face with a neat draco holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

Before he could say anything, he kissed me full on the mouth, dropping the bouquet on the floor. You didn't waste time and responded directly to this fiery kiss. You definitely missed him so much. After letting go due to lack of breath. He then began to speak, looking you straight in the eyes: “My love, I stand before you today with a heavy and remorseful heart. I know that I have made mistakes, that my actions have caused pain and sadness in your heart. I want you to know how sorry I am. I promise you today that I will change. I will work on myself, on my faults and my weaknesses. I will do everything in my power to become the man you deserve, the one who will make you happy every day of your life. I want you to know that you are the most important person in my life. I can't imagine a world without you. Please forgive me for my past mistakes. I humbly ask you to give me a chance to redeem myself, to show you that my love for you is sincere and true. I love you, and I want you to know that my love for you is infinite. Forgive me, my love, and let me show you how I can be the man you need. When he was finished you had tears in your eyes, and you kissed him with all your strength, jumping into his arms. What I knew for sure was that he wasn't going to do it again any time soon.

[dreaming-of-old-encounters]

The Fifth (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! OC) Part I

Summary: The members of Sleep Token are exhausted, utterly drained. Sleep beckons for a new addition to take the load off the group; A Fifth.

Word count: 1.8K

I hope y'all enjoy I have a few parts planned out with the potential of this becoming a longer piece if you're interested. Poly! Sleep Token with a Fem! OC but can definitely be read as reader insert.

This was the third night in a row that he had dreamed of, well Vessel wasn't sure what he was dreaming of. It was never pleasant, Sleep's dream rarely ever were, but these were different. 

They were never like this when II, or III first began to plague his dreams. Sleep had been clear with them. They had come with a sense of purpose and drive to seek the new members out. Nor was this like the other messages Sleep had sent Vessel, she had always been clear, given him instructions or a goal. Those dreams had always felt real; Vessel could feel every touch, hear every word, and move freely sheltered in the safety of the dream world Sleep had created.

But this was completely out of his realm.

The clearness of the dreams had been replaced with flashes of images. Mousy hair, deep brown eyes, and pale translucent skin. Never a clear image, and never tangible. He had tried to reach out to the being when the dreams started to happen but the uneasiness of it all had prevented him. It was as if he was tied down and gagged, unable to respond to the chaos around him.

Was it fear? 

No. 

Even when Sleep punished her followers, the fear was never like this. That came with understanding, while sometimes cruel Vessel understood it. This was completely different, wild, unnerving and Vessel did not like it.

Reaching out blindly to the side table by his bed, Vessel searched for his phone. Lifting it to his face, expecting a light to blind him as he turned it on. A low sign left his lips, he had forgotten to plug the darn thing in again. No matter what  time it was now there was no going back to bed. His head was too filled with a heavy confusion he had not felt since the early days of Sleep Token, since the early days of his connection to Sleep herself. 

Pulling himself from the bed, he grabbed an extra hoodie and his mask. Stuffing them both on unceremoniously before dragging himself out of the warm comfort of his room. The promise of a warm cup of tea urging himself forward and down the creaky steps of the band's shared home. 

Even with the newfound success of the band they all still remained in the older Vicornian style home. It was easier that way, the quiet allowed all of them to maintain their identities, at least the very little left that remained of each of them, but had also allowed them to Worship and write in peace. Vessel would not admit this, but the house was one of the first places he had felt at peace in a long time. He was not willing to leave its comforts and as long as the rest of his band allowed him to stay there, he would. 

Entering the kitchen he was surprised to find a tired II, shoulders slump slightly waiting on the kettle to finish boiling. The soft early morning light was the only thing eliminating the kitchen around them, it couldn't be later than four or five in the morning.

 Vessel walk towards the smaller man resting his forehead lightly on top of his head. 

"You're up early?"

II turned slightly to look up at Vessel, his bright blue eye still glossy with sleep, "Couldn't get back to sleep"

Vessel frowned at this but only responded with a quiet hum. 

Reaching over the smaller man, he grabbed their two cups.

 II quickly corrected him, "Better make it four, I heard III & IV moving around when I came down."

Vessel paused a moment longer, his frown drawing deeper onto his hidden features. This information concerned him, the other vessels rarely were affected by Sleep's dreams. Well at least not like he was, being the first of the vessels chosen he had a certain connection with Sleep they did not. For all of them to be having troubles in the dream world, something was not right. 

"Alright, why don't you throw some more wood into the furnace and get some blankets together in the living room and I'll finish up here?"  Vessel suggested.

II nodded at him, before pulling away from the stove. Rubbing his hands over his arms to warm up. It was cold in the house, they had yet to bother adding heating past the wood furnace in the living room and the space heaters in their own rooms. Though IV had refused this comfort all together claiming it was a fire hazard. The other vessels knew it was just an excuse for the man to crawl into their beds when the nights got unbearably cold. Regardless it didn't seem like a big deal as they had planned on getting heating earlier that year but with their sudden rise to fame, home repairs were quickly forgotten. Lost among the other tasks left undone thanks to their busy schedules; not that others minded the extra company. 

Vessel continued to watch the water boil in front of him as he placed the tea bags into their cups, making sure to add an extra sugar cube into III's mug. The routine felt mindless, his thoughts consuming him as he dropped each bag into their mugs. 

Behind him footsteps joined II's, followed by quiet chatter. 

II had busied himself with gathering all the blankets he could, dumping them onto the large couch before moving forwards to feed the flames of the old stone furnace. 

"Looks like we need to cut some more wood this week" IV's voice carried from the stairs as he and III made their way down.

II gave a little chuckle before responding, "I have been telling Ves for days now, but you know how he gets..." trailing off a bit at the end of the sentence. He hadnt meant it in a rude way, IV knew that. But an odd energy had settled into the house the past week, that none of them really understood. Maybe it was the cold, gloomy weather but it had felt more than that recently. 

Walking over to II, IV reached down to help restack some of the wood that piled next to the furnace. "and what about you II, Feeling alright? haven't been much yourself lately either?" 

II paused at this, "yeah Ivy I'm alright" a small smile touching his lips before throwing another log into the flames, "just a bit tired I guess" he added. 

III looked at his two band mates from the spot of the sofa that he had claimed, while he was probably the least in-tuned with the group's feeling but he too had felt the energy shift in the house the past couple of days. That same feeling consuming the air around them now, causing him to shift uncomfortably in his seat.

"Alright you two, get your asses over here I'm freezing"  he held wide arm open, holding extra blankets out to them. Desperately trying to escape the heavy feeling beginning to form in his throat. 

It was domestic really, the three of them snuggled up together on the couch, eyes half closed enjoying the warmth of each other's company. It had been a while since they had been able to relax like this, with the end of the UK Tour, dealing with business deals,signing onto a new record company along with preparing for the upcoming North American tour things had been overwhelmingly busy. It was beginning to be clear that it was taking a toll on the group.

The high pitch whistle of the kettle barely took Vessel away from the thoughts that currently tormented his brain. Running through the lists of things they had to complete before the start of tour. The record label wanted them to start to write for the new album, not to mention his commitments to Sleep, it felt endless.

He grabbed a tray from underneath the counter carefully putting each mug on to it, before turning to the pantry to grab them some biscuits. 

And of course there was the matter of his dreams, flashes of the mousy brown hair flickered through his thoughts as he shifted through the shelves looking for the biscuits. They would need to go into town soon, their pantry was starting to look empty. Just another thing for his endless list of tasks. 

He was tired, beyond tired. He was burning out. 

Turning off the stove, Vessel grabbed the tray of mugs letting his mind wander over to his bandmates in the other room. He knew they were just as tired as he was and it was beginning to frustrate him that he couldn't take more of their burden off their shoulders. But he himself was beginning to fall behind on his duties. 

 Long strides brought him into the living room quickly even with the extra care taken not to spill the tray full of steaming mugs in his hands. 

His bandmate lifting their tried heads enough to great him. III's excited eyes twinkling at the package of biscuits laying on the tray. Ivy always greeted him with a sweet smile and kind words. Finally the lazy eyes of II watching him move into the room with careful consideration. He would look almost uninterested to most but both had been around each other long enough to understand that was far from the case. 

Vessel placed the tray down in front of the Trio, grabbing his own dark blue mug standing there a bit awkwardly trying to find his place. It was II that shuffled away so that Vessel could find his place in between him and III. Slotting himself in the group, Vessel let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes and allowing the warmth of his mug to warm his hands. 

IV leaned down grabbing his and III's respective mugs, and of course the roll of biscuits for III. Who made quick work at opening them and stuffing one in his mouth. Turning himself towards IV, "ew want one" mouth half full with the buttery snack. 

"Sleep help us III, I swear you have no manners" IV chucked before grabbing the snack from his hand and stuffing one in his own mouth. 

II watched the two quietly bicker back and forth before reaching down to the table for his own mug, "Ves?" he begun to question the singer next to him, "hm?" he responded, eyes still loosely shut, as his head hung lazily behind him on the couch.  

"Why aren't you using your favorit-" II stopped mid sentence eyeing the dark blue mug Vessel had insisted on using daily gripped tightly in the singer's hands,something about how it fit in his hands & the texture II couldn't quite remember now. 

"What was that II?" Vessel had responded not bothering to open his eyes. 

“Don't worry about it" II leaned back into the side of the singer, his eyes not leaving the fifth mug swirling a deep mousy brown still resting on the table. "It’s nothing" he repeated to himself.

[vigilskeep]

thoughts on Gregoire kinlock hold? I can't decide if my mage warden would have been silently afraid of him, and it feels like while it's not hate he doesn't like the warden? (And his 'finally you know you're place' after u refuse Duncan's offer and say you'll face the consequences is crazy)

greagoir’s an interesting one! i think it’s important to remember he is presented as “the model templar” and can in many ways be taken as a standard. from a templar perspective including his own, he can be considered “one of the good ones”, an honour-driven man running one of the supposedly better and more lenient circles (as always, yikes!) with a considerable amount of grudging respect for his first enchanter counterpart

i don’t think greagoir hates mages, it’s not that passionate, and he would certainly object to the accusation. i do think that mages, to greagoir, are largely an inconvenience in the way of him performing his duty, especially the young ones who haven’t “settled down” into circle life, or refuse to. and that frustration can reach a little more of a boiling point with irving’s favourites, who i suspect he thinks take far too many liberties, especially with the recent history of anders’ various debacles. while he isn’t sure how, during the mage origin he definitely recognises that in some way irving has outplayed him, and he would certainly have punished irving’s student to see that balance restored. (arguably, just as irving wanted to see lily punished. this is a game of lives they’ve been playing for a long time, though the stakes for irving are naturally much higher and more personal.)

Sten: "This is why we cut the tongues from mages, in Par Vollen."

Greagoir: "I will admit to agreeing with your companion. Maker knows the Qunari would not have gotten themselves into this position."

greagoir wouldn’t start cutting tongues from every mage—he is a lawful man who acts according to the chantry’s will. he also wouldn’t vindictively want to start cutting tongues from every mage—he considers himself a reasonable man doing his duty, purposeful not cruel, and that would be monstrous. but what he does think is that it would be a practical solution to the problem he faces

i think a lot about his line, “it is the innocent folk of ferelden who matter. i would lay down my life, and the life of any mage, to protect them.” i take that as a very genuine assertion of his principles. it’s also an admission that the mages, from the children to the eldest, are fundamentally not “innocent folk”, whether because they are by nature “guilty” or because they are not quite people

as the arbiter of templar “justice”, i think it makes sense for a mage warden to fear him. i also think he’s someone who a different warden might be accustomed to being around and arguing with irving all their life, almost a secondary father figure, and not have learned to truly fear him. a third warden might be grateful to him for curbing other templars’ more vindictive or sinister impulses, and a fourth might firmly believe that fear of a disciplined templar is unnecessary as long as they follow all the rules, and a fifth might be a casually rebellious kid confident in the belief that he’s powerless and their first enchanter mentor will always protect them from him, and a sixth might bitterly resent him for punished or tranquil friends, etc. etc.

[muffinsin]

Pretty praises

Bottom Bela Dimitrescu x reader

Prompt: After finding out your girlfriend, Bela, has a praise kink you can’t help but tease her a little

-Because I’ve decided I need some more Bela here-

Masterlists

Bela’s had a rough, long week and needs to relax properly. And the good partner you are, you of course make it your task to help her with that.

So you do everything you can do, make sure she eats enough that she does not suffer from pains, drinks some of her favorite wine, sweet and partly made of blood, clean her chambers for her when she does not find the time to do so anymore and prepare a nearly boiling hot bath for her, just how she prefers it.

You set candles up around the bath chamber and a stool next to the tub so you can join her, even put a bottle of wine, normal one, so you can drink it as well, next to the bathtub.

You smile at her soft sigh when she slides in the large, luxurious bathtub and help her put up her hair so it won’t get wet.

She hums at the feeling of your hands on her scalp, collecting all her hair before putting it up and pressing a kiss to her head. You smile at her scent.

“I should be working…”, She hums, but doesn’t protest at all when you bring the soapy sponge down against her shoulder and merely busies herself with the bubbles you’ve added for her.

“You’ve been working so hard recently, you deserve a small break”

Bela only hums and closes her eyes when you clean her body, always careful, especially when you brush the sponge over sensitive parts like her neck, nipples or stomach, because you know she feels a little uncomfortable when she is wet and unable to swarm, and you don’t want to trigger any primal instincts.

Still, a bath is a must and a good way to comfort her, if only she is inside the warm water long enough.

”You’ve been so good lately, working so much, you’re so talented”, You praise, hoping she will see that a break is not only a good idea, but necessary. You notice her muscles tense and let go of the sponge to massage her shoulders instead.

“Poor baby, you’re to tense!”, You gasp, feeling the hard muscles underneath your hands. Bela only nods and bites her lip to stifle her moans, hands pressed between her legs and the sides of the tub and position tense and straight.

”See, you’ve been overworking lately, love. You’re so talented and motivated, I know, but-“, you stop when you hear a small whimper below you. “Everything okay?”. Does the massage hurt? Bela usually likes that, it means her muscles loosen up again. Is the water too cold? No, that can’t be, you reached in just a few minutes ago and made sure it was still very warm for your girlfriend.

She only hums and nods her head. “Alright, pretty girl, tell-“. This time you definitely hear a breathless moan. You smirk and move your hand to her jaw, taking it and turning her head back to you. “Something you’d like to say, sweet girl?”.

“Please”

You can’t stop thinking about it; your girlfriend has a praise kink. And a massive one at that. You can work with that…

Bela smiles when you wrap your arms around her and press a small kiss to her cheek- not bloodied, thankfully, because she knows you don’t necessarily like to kiss her like that. It is remarkable that you didn’t mind it when cuddling, though she assumes kissing her with blood on and around her lips is a little too much for her beloved human.

You aren’t at all a fan of the dungeons, but are willing to go down there to see your girlfriend once in a while, like you do today. “How’s my talented girl doing?”, You ask, well aware and noticing her position tense.

“Good”, you smile at her slightly breathless voice. Maybe it is a little cruel, using her kinks against her when you know she is needy already.

Maybe it is unfair that you made out with her in the morning, massaged her breasts and squeezed her ass and simply let go after that with nothing more than a smirk and a kiss to her pretty, soft lips.

You smirk when she shakes her head and goes on telling you about her work. It’s a cute attempt, but you aren’t about to let her shake you off that easily.

“So I did about twenty experiments today, that’ll hopefully save me some time tomorrow, though none of them showed a unique result…”, She explains, then trails off and lastly falls silent when your hand tails up her hips.

“Good girl, you’re working so hard”, You coo. You chuckle at her quiet, needy whine and press another kiss to her cheek.

“Is my beautiful girl wet?”, You whisper, your hand trailing back down just before it can brush over her breast. “Y-Yes”. This is by far too much fun to give in to her just yet. “That’s perfect, what a good girl you are”, You coo with another kiss to her cheek. You smile when she moans your name already, but are not about to rush this.

You press your face against her neck, inhaling her perfume and her scent underneath- sweet and almost oaky, and comfortable. Bela smells…safe, at least to you- others that are close enough to smell her probably interpret the scent as not so safe.

”Please…”. You smile again and press your fingertips into her hips. You truly love it when she begs and hearing her do it outside of your bedroom turns you on even more.

Seeing her willing to let go of that role as the superior eldest sister to find herself being entirely yours…it is nothing you’d get tired of easily. “Look at you, pretty girl, begging so beautifully for me. You’re such a good girl, Bela”, You coo. You tighten your hold on her hips when you feel her try to turn around. “Ah-Ah, keep working, darling. We wouldn’t want you to have too much to work later on”, You remind her with a small push of your hands. She moans and pants lowly when you press her against the desk, singing sweet praises for her whenever she finishes a report and kissing her every time she gets distracted by your hands traveling up and down her front.

Bela looks up at you immediately after you enter the tasting room, wide eyes finding yours easily. “How’s work going?”, You ask innocently, but both of you know your true intentions.

So Bela doesn’t bother picking up her next wine glass and simply swarms over to you, grabbing your hands and pressing them against her stomach.

“Good, good, so good”, She answers, breathless already, and kisses your neck. “Does my good girl think she deserves a reward?”, You ask lowly and chuckle when she nods against your neck quickly.

Her hands squeeze yours and twitch a little, as if resisting the urge to pull your hands down to her -without a doubt wet- pussy.

“Words, Bela”, You remind her. You want her to say it, because you know how much it turns her on.

”I want a reward, please. I’ve been good…”, she begs. You smirk at how hard her thighs are pressed together when she says it.

”That’s it, Bela. That’s right, you’ve been so good”, You coo and kiss her again. She moans into your mouth and tugs lightly on your hands.

You pull her away from the door and close it behind you, then sit down on one of the chairs and pat your lap. Immediately the blonde swarms on top of you, thighs on either side of your legs, hands holding onto your shoulders, hips dragging against yours desperately. Black God, you love seeing her this needy.

She moans when you kiss her again, then gasp when you first loosen the strings on her corset, then pull them. She automatically touches the corset, now much tighter around her, then moans when you move forwards and kiss her again.

Not sweet and careful like most of your kisses are, but wild and desperate, teeth clashing against each other and your tongue pushing into her mouth greedily. Bela moans at another tug of the strings, then again when you loosen them a little bit.

You are admittedly a little nervous to try this, seeing as Bela is a predator and playing with her breath could lead to unwilled, predatory reflexes and instincts, but you smirk when nothing like that happens and your girlfriend only moans and arches her back on your lap whenever you pull the corset a little bit too tight.

”Please”, she whimpers again when you loosen the strings and allow her to breathe properly again.

”Go on, darling. Nothin’s stopping you”, You coo and press your thigh upwards a little, under her dress, pressing against her cute, warm, and wet panties. She immediately thrusts her hips forwards, then tightens her hold on your shoulders and begins grinding against your thigh properly.

”Such a good girl, you’re doing so well, darling”, You coo. She moans your name and digs her fingernails into your shoulders when you pull the strings on her black corset again.

You smile up at her, eyes closed, a small frown on her face from the pleasure she receives, her mouth open. She pants and gasps, moans and occasionally groans on top of you. “What a beautiful sight you are, my beautiful girl. Good girl, that’s it, hump my leg until you come”

You carefully raise your hand to her neck, slowly, so she can stop you at any time, then loosen the strings again and instead squeeze her neck- not a lot, at first, you hardly cut off her breath, but you have to make sure she knows this was for pleasure only.

She opens her eyes and stopps thrusting for a second, before putting her hand over yours and urging you to squeeze a little harder.

You grin and do so, careful not to dig your fingers in more than necessary, because no matter how erotic it is to hear Bela’s breathless gasps, you don’t want to injure the beautiful creature on top of you.

Bela grinds down against your thigh a little harder every time you choke her, then leans forwards and rewards you with a kiss every time you let go of her neck again.

You eye the wineglasses next to you and grin at the idea coming to your mind.

You let go of her neck and tighten the corset again instead, then pick up one of the glasses and press it against her lip.

“Go on, my talented girl”, You demand gently. She moans and thrusts a little faster, but eventually takes a sip of the wine offered to her. “T-Too stale”, She barely manages to say through her own moans and gasps. You nod and write it on the tag in front of the glass, then lift the next one to her lips.

”Please…”

”Good girls work to get their rewards, Bela. You want to be rewarded, don’t you, beautiful girl?”

The blonde can only nod quickly and take a sip of the wine.

”That’s it, such a good, hard working girl, I’m so proud of you”

Bela attempts to answer a few times, but is either cut off when she thrusts against you in an angle that makes her clit rub against you even more, or is cut off when you pull on the black strings of her corset.

”F-Fine”, She slurs eventually, and again you write it on the piece of paper in front of the glass and kiss her as a reward.

”One more, Bela”, You coo and raise a third glass to her lips. The woman pants and shakes on top of you, but takes a sip when you let go of the corset strings and wrap your arm around her instead, steadying her and squeezing her hip every few seconds. “Fi-Ah! Fin’e”, she slurs. You write on the tag again, then raise your hand to her cheek and caress it. “Good girl, so good, Bela. I’m so proud of you. Cum for me, baby, show me what a good girl you are”, You coo and hold her tightly when she comes. You kiss her one last time before you switch your positions and stand up. You fix her corset properly again and wipe away the smeared lipstick- surely your red one around her lips could pass as blood- before you kiss the tattoo on her forehead and move to the door. “See you later, sweet girl”

You jump when you feel hands on you, but calm down when you hear the familiar purrs (buzzing) against your shoulder. You haven’t even noticed Bela come in, but don’t complain when she pulls you over to the bed and pushes you down.

”What’s gotten my talented girl this eager?”

She only whines and glares at you as best as she can. “You know exactly what!”, She accuses. What exactly is she referring to?

Your visit in the dungeons when she was working? When you made out with her in the tasting room, sitting her down on your lap and allowing her to grind her hips against yours? Praising her for her effort and targeting her sensitive spots with your tongue? Or was it even later, when you helped her take a bath and mentioned how pretty she looked, showing outright worship with your words and touches.

You only smirk and beckon her closer, bright golden eyes staring down at you expectantly, pretty, black painted lips jutted out in something you could almost call a pout- and an adorable one at that. It is rare seeing the woman you like this needy and pouting and already starting to tug off her dress.

”Careful, sweet thing, you know your dress is expensive”

You smirk at the new idea already coming to your mind.

”Strip”

You tsk and hold her wrist when she tries swarming out of her dress.

”No, pretty girl. Strip. Slow. I want a show.”

You lean back and watch as your girlfriend undresses; first she pulls off her gloves, dragging them off with her teeth in a way that makes you squirm a little on the bed.

Next is her corset. Her breasts push out a little more when she undoes the strings, then slowly pulls it off her body. She eyes you the entire time and smirks seductively when, the second the corset is off and she plays with the rim of her dress, your eyes drop to her thighs. You greedily take in her stockings and black heels. Had you not asked for a show, and had it not been such a sweet kind of torture, you would reached out and pull the dress off in one go already.

You sit on your hands to help you stay still and in place when she pulls the dress off. Little nipples are hard already, luring you in and almost begging you to play with them. You love her breasts; they are just perfectly sized for your hands and so, so sensitive. You can’t get enough of her and like making her squirm underneath you by playing with her nipples. You smirk at the memory of her tied to the bedposts, nipples sore from being sucked, vacuumed, slapped and pulled and then sporting cute, red nipple clamps. The tears of overstimulation that ran down her cheeks, but the constant, breathless moans and her begs for more drove your crazy.

You bite your lips when she takes off her heels, then hold your hand up when she is about to take off her last two clothing items- her stockings and black panties.

”Come here, pretty girl”, You demand gently, your legs spreading for her to get between. You hold her waist when she does as you said and swarmed between them, then hums when she eagerly presses her lips against yours.

”Good girl”, You praise and grin when she moans and her hands move up and hold onto your arms. “So good, Bela, do you want my fingers?”, you ask sweetly and chuckle when she nods quickly. “Words, my lovely, talented girl”, You demand. “Yes, please” “Please what, Bela? Use your pretty mouth for me, darling”

”Please give me your fingers, draga…”, She begs breathlessly, hips already rising to meet your hands.

”Good girl, just like that”, You praise. You slip your hand beneath her naughty underwear and smile at the hotness you feel between her legs. It is rare for Bela, or her sisters for that matter, to be warm, but you manage to archive it every single time with your lovely girlfriend.

“Please”, she begs when you slide your middle finger through her sloppy folds, collecting all the slick wetness you find there. “Mhmm…you’re so wet, pretty girl, do you like it when I praise you?”, You ask, but of course know the answer already. “Yes!”, She admits, hips rolling in a desperate attempt to have your fingers fill her.

You coat another finger of yours in her, then grant her her wish and push your middle and index finger inside, slowly pushing in and out of your girlfriend. “A-Ah!”, She moans, hips moving and hands gripping your arms. “Good girl, you’re taking my fingers so well, Bela”, You coo. You push her a little closer with your free hand, until she practically sits on your lap and rides your fingers. You feel her round breasts pressing against your arm and coo when she pants and wraps her arms around your neck. “You look so beautiful like this, moaning and taking my fingers so well, love”, You praise. You feel her tighten around you again and push a third finger inside to fill her even more. “Ah~! P-Please!”, She begs, hips moving with your thrusts, teeth grazing against your neck. You stroke her back with your free hand and quicken your thrusts.

”You’re taking me so well, Bela”

”Such a good girl”

”You look so beautiful riding my fingers”

”I can’t wait to taste your delicious pussy in my mouth”

You know she is close, but aren’t quite done playing with her yet. Bela whimpers when you pull out of her, but aside from her “No-No-No!”’s, she doesn’t stop you.

You doubt she could, actually, if you just look at her shaking thighs and arms and listened to her ragged, heavy breaths.

You lay her own on the bed and pull your hand back out from her panties, before sucking your index finger clean. Bela blushes so adorably under you when you moan and lean over her, one thigh on each side of her hips. She eagerly opens her mouth when you present your soaked middle finger to her, then hum when you push it in between her lips and against her warm tongue. “Good girl, do you see how well you taste?”. Bela only nods and thrusts her hips upwards, helplessly soaking her panties for you. “You’re so beautiful, Bela”, You coo and press a kiss against her neck. Your finger pulls back out from her mouth and instead pushes against her nipple. Immediately you hear her gasps and pants underneath you again, then muffle her next moan, when you pinch her nipple, with your mouth on hers. You push your tongue in and take control easily, for Bela neither desires to be on top, nor could do much to fight for dominance when you tug on her sensitive nipples just right.

You smirk when you twist her nipples and she moans and arches her back for you.

“Please…please…more…”, she moans. You chuckle, but take pity on her and pull down her panties. “So pretty, Bela”, You praise. “Spread your legs”, You say and kiss her when she does so quickly. “Good girl, you’re behaving so well for me”, You praise. Your finger teases her clit by merely brushing over it. Still, the small contact is enough to have Bela whine and lift her hips for you.

You raise your eyebrow when her hand tangles in your hair and her nails dig a little in your scalp, then nod satisfied when she lets go and puts her hands next to her head. “That’s it, there’s no rushing this. You’ll be my good and patient girl, won’t you, Bela?”

”Yes!”

You slap her inner thigh playfully to have her open her eyes again.

”I asked you a question, Bela”. Again, you want her to say it; want to watch the wetness drool out of her, knowing that her own words make her so horny and needy for you.

”I’ll be your good girl, I’ll be patient, I promise!”, she breathes out. You reposition her hands next to her head and press them a little against the mattress, then move back down to her cunt. She is drooling on the bed already, wet from your teasing she had to endure the entire day, your fingers fucking her, and her own words just now. The sight is so delicious, her pussy soaked for you, her panties glistening with her wetness. You pull them off her completely, then curl them into a ball and drag them between her pink pussy lips. Bela moans and moans, helplessly raising her hips, hoping she will receive more.

”Open up”, You say, then push the panties in her mouth when she does so obediently. “Can you taste yourself on them? Mhmm, you’re so delicious, baby”, You whisper. Bela sucks on the panties in her mouth and whines when her nipple is spanked, but is only shushed by you again.

”Fuck, I might as well just have a taste too, don’t you think?”

You pick her hips up and lift them off the bed, then place them over your shoulders and listen to Bela’s muffled whines, moans, whimpers and protests. “Now, there’s no need to be embarrassed, Bela”, You coo and press a small kiss to the inside of her thigh. “You’re so pretty, so soft and warm for me, I’m so pleased with you”, You praise, happy to hear even more muffled noises.

You barely see her, but it is enough for you to make sure she isn’t truly uncomfortable.

“Hmm, let’s see…”, You hum, move forwards and press your face against her. You already feel her wetness smearing all around your mouth, but couldn’t care less. The erotic imagination of having Bela lick her own cum off your face only turns you on even more and urges you to enter her with your tongue. You love hearing her muffled moans and gasps and chuckle when she tries touching you, but her hands can’t reach you from her position. The vibrations against her make her drop her arms again. You feel her heel against your back, urging you to go faster and deeper. You comply happily.

You pull back out from Bela and instead lick her clean again, then take her in your mouth again- tongue pushing back into her and teeth rubbing her clit with every bob of your head. You squeeze her hips and pull her even closer to you, until she is almost vertically on the bed.

She moans your name behind the panty gag, over and over again between her constant “Ah!”’s and her loud, slurred words.

You grin when you open your eyes and see her fucked-expression, how desperately she tries to keep it together and how hard she fists the blanket. The panties poking out of her mouth, drool all around her mouth and currently running up her cheeks due to her position.

”Good girl, cum for me, baby”, You coo. The sensitive blonde does so only seconds later, screaming and moaning and squeezing your head between her thighs.

You lower her back on the bed and lick her clean once more, then climb on top of her again, pull the panties from her mouth and kiss her. She still tries to catch her breath and only moans when she tastes herself on your tongue again. “So good, Bela, you’re doing so good”, You praise with another kiss to the corner of her lips. You watch her chest heave with each heavy breath and swipe some of her cum from your face against her nipples. The little buds look so cute, glistening with Bela’s arousal, hardened and a little red already from your treatment before.

You smile when she leans up and licks her juices off your cheek, then moans and pushes her lips against yours again.

You smirk when she whimpers again and push her face in your neck.

”Is someone still needy?”, You coo, one hand holding Bela’s jaw and pulling back so she’s forced to meet your eyes, the other already holding her breast again. She only blushes under your gaze and whimpers again. “Such a perfect blush, but I want you to use your words, Bela”, You coo with a squeeze of her breast. The blonde woman moans and holds onto your shoulders again. “Hm, is my good girl needy?”, You ask, your hand squeezing her jaw a little to make her look at you again. “Is your sweet pussy soaked again already?”. “Yes, love! Please…”, she whines, leaning against your hand on her breast and shyly moving your other hand from her jaw to her neck. You smirk at her silent request and move her back on your lap. You love this position the most, mainly because her breasts are on face level with you because you feel every little movement of hers; her thighs pressing together because she can’t take it anymore, her body shaking right before an orgasm, her body bouncing on you whenever you have her ride your fingers or toys…

You gently remove her choker, not wanting to accidentally hurt her with it or break the fancy necklace, then move it on the nightstand and push three fingers into her. You listen to her breathless gasp, then tighten your- up until now- loving hold on her throat a little. You use it to push her down harder against your fingers, until they are buried within her to the knuckles. The blonde moans and holds her hand against your one at her neck. “Good girl, take my fingers, Bela”, You say and start thrusting upwards. Bela moans and gasps, pushes herself down against you and harder against the hand on her throat, greedily taking everything in.

”Ride my fingers, Bela, take your reward, my perfect girl”, You coo. The blonde does as she is told, both hands gripping your shoulders again to help her move up and down. You occasionally tighten your hold on her throat and chuckle when she gasps and nearly loses her balance, or her legs give out because of it and she falls back down against you, your fingers deep within her and curling.

She moans your name when you lean forwards and take the tip of her breast in your mouth, sucking and wetting it while your tongue takes care of her sensitive nipple. You notice parts of her breaking off into flies and landing on your shoulders or cheek, but don’t pay them much mind. You are more or less used to having an insect on top of you at this point, if only because Bela likes to have parts of her with you when the two of you can’t spend time together because you both work too much.

You smirk and bite her nipple, gentle, but enough for her to yelp and tighten around you.

”Can my good girl handle another finger?”, You ask, curious how many fingers you can push into her before she’ll break and orgasm helplessly, pussy full and nipples sore.

“Yes, love! Please!”, She answers breathlessly, then gasps when you push your fourth finger in as well. Your thumb still likes to play with her clit, bringing her closer to her orgasm even faster and making her grind herself against the fingers in and on her.

“I’lo’we’-“, She slurs, but you understand nonetheless and place a small kiss on her breast before letting it slip out of your mouth and slap against her chest again. “I love you too, darling girl, you’re so good, Bela, taking my fingers so well and doing as I tell you”, You coo. As a reward you curl your fingers inside of her, then, when she still gasps for breath under your tight hold on her neck, start thrusting upwards quickly. She holds onto your arm with both hands, half pushing you to choke her harder, half begging you to let go and let her breathe again.

But you aren’t having it. You know Bela can last longer without breathing, something she only proves every time the two of you are taking a bath and your girlfriend decides to reward you by lowering her head under the water surface and making you feel good.

You pull her closer by her neck and kiss her cheek roughly, then quicken your thrusts even more and whisper in her ear; “You’re so good, Bela, my good girl. You look so perfect, taking my fingers and choking under me. Do you like this, pretty girl? Having your breath cut off while I pleasure you?”

She only makes little, pathetic noises, but is not able to reply. You don’t care and instead kiss her neck, right between your fingers. Her body shakes so good on top of you…Bela’s hands tighten on your arm when you bite her jaw.

She gasps for air when you release her neck, then moans when you immediately kiss her.

”What are you, perfect girl?”

”Y-You’-Ah’! Your go-good girl”, she answers breathlessly, pussy tight and squeezing you, hands pushing your arm harder against her throat again. You tighten your hold once more for her.

”Show me what a good girl you are, Bela”

You slowly release her neck when she comes, your fingers moving slower and slower until she calms down again and you remove them from her red cunt. You notice the visible stretch and kiss her cheek lovingly, praising her wordlessly for being so good.

“Satisfied?”, You ask with a small chuckle. The blonde nods and pushes herself back against your front, all too happy to have your hands wrapping around her and pulling her closer again.

You pick her up and carry her to the attached bathroom, happy to prepare a bath for the two of you and take care of her.

[sweetsugarcakes]

Hi! I liked the last one so much I thought I might just request, like, another one??

An Azula x gn reader again. So, Azula and reader are childhood friends, and reader is the exact opposite of her. They are kind, compassionate and believe in the good of people. And that belief is the only thing that kept reader from deserting Azula even when she turned more cruel over time; they hope that Azula will find her good side some time. Azula is very dependant on reader's friendship as it's one of the only ones she's got, and over time she has developed some more serious feelings, but she doesn't tell reader. However, at one point, probably after a battle, it's enough. Reader can't take Azula's cruelty anymore and, under tears, tell Azula how much they detest her cruelty and want her to change her ways and that they know she has good inside of her, because (drumroll) they have loved her for years but think they will have to leave her once and for all if she can't change. Of course, Azula is devastated. She is happy her feelings are mutual but still, there is drama because of reader's accusations and threat of leaving.

Again, a happy end would be phenomenal.

This is a long ask! I hope you like this one too!

Have a great time :))

hii I’m so glad you enjoyed the other one :)

I love this scenario I’ll totally write it❤️

Azula x gn! reader

How much you saw the good in people, even if they were a bad person. You know there must be a reason why they are the way they are. Ever since you were kids you, Ty lee, Mai Zuko and Azula were all friends. At first you noticed in the small cracks of Azula you saw her a bit mean towards the group. She pushed Ty lee when she did an amazing cartwheel instead of her. She almost set Mai on fire for Zuko to save her. You noticed but brushed them off because she wasn’t so bad. But she’ll get better you hoped.

You also noticed that she never was that mean to you. Sure she’ll give you attitude and make snarky comments at you but you definitely got special treatment among the others. You remember having that conversation with her when you were little.

“[Name], promise you’ll never leave my side? I feel that you’re the only one that understands me.” Azula grinned as she looked at her used to be innocent face.

Your little self smiled widely and nod. “I promise Azula I’ll never leave your side!”

So…you never left her side which meant you saw what she had done. When she tricked her uncle and her brother. Almost burning Ty lee alive and forcing her to join her team. Making Mai abandon her baby brother. Even more things which involved her trying to catch the Avatar. But you stood by it all still thinking “She’s going to be good.”

You even thought that when she burned down innocent peoples villages. You saw how miserable the nations had been because of her doings. Not only the nations but Mai and Ty lee were as well. You can tell by the looks of their eyes, they don’t want to do this. They were so scared to stand up to her. You wanted the Avatar to restore the peace between nations and maybe Azula would be better.

One day, at the boiling rock Mai betrayed Azula by saving Zuko. You watched whole scene unfold with Ty lee. Before the two were about to fight each other, Ty lee chi blocked Azula making her fall. Ty lee looked at you, “Come on [Name].” She stuck her hand out as you hesitated and looked at Azula at the floor . You called the guards over to take both Mai and Ty lee away. The two girl were shocked as you chose Azula over your freedom. You helped up Azula since she was still paralyzed. You looked at as she smiled at you. “I know you’ll pick the right choice” hee eyes were filled with love for you and you had it too. She made the guards take Mai and Ty lee away to be in prison.

You thought about how she was ready to kill Mai and make her two best friends rot in the cell. You and Azula come back from trying to catch Aang as it failed but in the process, Azula had hurt other people, you saw children hurt and crying. You saw their parents crying as well or they were deceased from her ordering the soldiers to get information from them and if they didn’t comply well…

Your head was pounding and your hands were shaking you don’t know what to do. You were holding back from crying. Azula still mad about Mai and Ty lee but having you by her side was everything she needed anyway. You two were back at the palace as you finally spoke up…

“Azula I-i can’t do this…” you muttered out. Azula turned to you.

“What?!” She shouts and confused.

“I can’t do this. I’m can’t be by your side. T-this is too much…” you looked down.

“What are you talking about your staying with me! You promised me you’ll always be by my side [Name]! Why are you doing this?! You’re going to be a traitor just like them huh?” Azula was angry you can tell but then stunned seeing you crying and glaring at her.

“I’m done Azula. I did promise but I saw the good in you. I thought everyday that you’ll change into a good person. But seeing you doing these horrific things… it’s awful but I still stayed because I loved you for years. I-I still love you but I can’t if you’re going to be like this. T-this is just cruel…I’m sorry if you can’t change…I don’t think I wanna be by your side ever again.” You saw her panting hard trying to take all this in. She couldn’t believe you loved her and she never noticed. She gritted her teeth about to attack you but she hesitated. Her love for you was too much to hurt you. She just mumbled “Get out! Get out!” You were stunned as she told you get out. You nod as you left. The woman you loved pushed you away you know she didn’t mean it but you needed to do what you said…you knew it was the right thing to do.

You were nearby where Azula’s coronation was being held you saw how horrible she looked. Her hair cut uneven and her makeup smeared a little. You couldn’t help feel guilty about you making her crazy. You then saw the fight with Zuko and Katara with Azula. You saw Azula getting defeated by Katara as you saw her balling as blue fire came out of her mouth. You couldn’t hold back anymore you ran fast to Azula as Zuko and Katara watched you. You hugged her. “Azula please…” you whispered into her ear as you felt her body all hot as she was surprised you were here.

“[N-name]…Please [Name] don’t leave me! I’ll change! I’ll change for you! I love you too! Please just don’t leave my side! I’m sorry” She said between sobs as she just cried harder and clung on to your clothing tight. She didn’t want you to let go. “I promise Azula I won’t leave you again. I’ll be there to help you.” You whisper as cupped the back of her head to make her let it all out. Azula then spoke into your shoulder. “I’ll be good. I have you. I love you [Name].” She said still sobbing. You pulled away for her a little still close as you cup her cheek. “I knew you would turn to be good. I love you too.”

and they lived happily ever after and Azula got her redemption and didn’t go to an insane asylum bc reader was there for her🤭

I hope you enjoyed this one. sorry making this a bit angsty😭 you also have a great day!! <33

[denaliwrites]

Free as My Hair

Crowley x F!Reader x Aziraphale

Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale love your hair, but Crowley's also a little shit.

Soundtrack: Hair by Lady Gaga

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Bad Hair Day.

Your hair was your greatest source of pride.

It tumbled in loose, graceful loops all the way down to your hips. It shined like molten gold in sunlight. It shimmered like polished silver in moonlight. To put it plainly, it was fucking gorgeous, if you did say so yourself.

It was also, you were pretty sure, Aziraphale's and Crowley's favorite feature of yours.

Understandably, you felt. You spent countless time grooming it, styling it, caring for it. It had better rank high on their list, for all the effort, time, and money you poured into it. You were sure, though, that there were other benefits, of course. Aziraphale loved brushing it, and Crowley loved playing with it.

Among other, naughtier things.

You'd never once considered cutting it. Plenty of people asked, and it always seemed to boil down to the maintenance. For some reason, very few people could understand the love and pride you had in your hair, or the enjoyment you got out of caring for it.

Only your partners seemed to really get it, but maybe that was because they lived with you and got to see firsthand the dedication you put into it.

Well.

To say you'd never considered cutting it was a bit of a fib.

Crowley loved his Bentley the way you loved your hair.

And he loved taking you for rides. Loved the fear and thrill and adrenaline flit over your face one after the other in an endless cycle as he drove through London at speeds that should've been impossible and were definitely illegal.

He didn't usually have the windows down for these rides. He knew how utterly out of control your hair would be, how it'd ruin the hours you'd put into grooming that day, how devastated you'd be.

This ride, however, was different.

For one, Aziraphale was with you. This wasn't so unusual as to be cause for concern, but it was different enough from the norm to make you and Crowley feel slightly... off.

And to add to that, they both seemed on edge. You couldn't quite place what the problem was, but it was... tense.

"What would you say," Crowley started anxiously, turning to look at you for a moment, "about a trip to Oxfordshire?"

"Wh... why Oxfordshire?" you asked, curious but also apprehensive.

"No reason, dear," Aziraphale replied too quickly.

"We just thought it might be nice to get out of the city," Crowley supplied, shooting Aziraphale a look you didn't like.

"Breathe in some country air, as it were."

"Neither of you breathe," you deadpanned, glancing at the two of them.

"Yes, well," Aziraphale said.

"It was just a thought," Crowley offered.

Looking out the car, you could already tell that you were well on your way, whether you liked it or not.

"I guess it might be nice," you said with a sigh. You didn't miss the slight twitch of their lips at your compliance.

For a while, the car was silent. Crowley was focused on driving, and Aziraphale was reading something or other, holding the book with one hand while the other soothingly stroked your head.

You thought that you were maybe halfway there when suddenly wind roared through the cabin, and your hair started whipping about your face uncontrollably.

"Crowley!" you gasped, struggling to tame and contain your hair. "What the hell!?"

When you looked over at him -- and managed to see him through your thrashing hair -- he was grinning.

Oh, that dick.

"I swear on this Bentley, Crowley, if you don't put the windows up --"

"You couldn't do anything to this car if you tried," he said, throwing you an amused glance.

"You wanna take that risk?" you pressed, now holding your hair down at your neck. "After having kept this car pristine for a hundred years?"

A serious look flitted across his face for a moment as he weighed the options.

"Oh, Crowley," Aziraphale said with a sigh. "Don't be cruel."

The demon grumbled, and just as suddenly as the cabin exploded with activity, it quieted and your hair stilled. It fell in hectic, frayed curls all over your shoulders.

You looked down and whimpered. "My hair -- you ruined it... Oh, God, I'm gonna have to cut it..."

You missed the guilt-stricken look Crowley shot you and the admonishing glare Aziraphale shot him.

"It's all right, dear," Aziraphale cooed. He put his book away and pulled you down so that your head rested in his lap. "It's all right."

He started carding his fingers through the tangled mess of your hair, and as he worked through it you started dozing off.

You were woken up sometime later by the angel gently shaking you and telling you they'd arrived in a place called Tadfield. The name didn't ring a bell.

As you got up and instinctively reached to smooth your hair, you remembered what had happened with the windows -- and you realized that Aziraphale must have pulled a miracle to return your hair to its former glory.

The knowing smile he shot you confirmed your suspicions, and you returned it with a grateful smile.

[the-heartlines]

offering

rhaegon (+ jacenyra if you squint 👀)| [e. 1.1k] dead dove 🪦🕊️

(ughhhh wrote this in a feverish haze when i thought of aegon threatening to kill rhaenyra’s sons if she doesn’t fuck him and give him a son. this is chapter 1/2 most likely {definitely})

“offer yourself up to me, sister, and i shall spare our uncle. provide me with a son and i shall spare your sons my wrath—my fire and blood.”

rhaenyra glances over at the body of her bloody, unconscious husband for a brief moment. his body sprawled, broken, but still breathing—just barely. 

time slows, her heart beats, thundering rapturously inside her chest, when she turns to her precious children, chained up, bound, and gagged. jace, who already has a black eye, and a bloodied, fat lip, struggles against his, trying to fight for her, for his mother—his queen.  

lucerys and joff clutch onto her younger silver haired sons who are all frozen, rooted to the spot, tears streaks and snot staining their faces; desperate to call out for their mother to save them. but there is only one way to surely save them, to spare them from the fiery wrath of sunfyre.

her utmost compliance. obedience. submission.

she has already been forced to kneel, forced to bow to her usurper brother. and now she will either bend to his depravity or break. 

but either way rhaenyra knows she will lose, so she bites her tongue and stares daggers as sharp as their father’s—the one her half-brother is twirling carelessly between his fingers—directly in aegon’s direction, defiant and damning. 

for he can bend her body into any shape, but she will not break. she must remain strong. for her sweet sons.

aegon’s lips curl into a wicked smile, cruelness dripping from his voice, evilly and equally venomous. “or if you would prefer, sister, i can fuck you in front of them all. make them watch me rape their mother before your sons die one by one.” rhaenyra hears a low and guttural noise, a growl, leave jace’s throat and they both look over at him. he’s shaking his head from side to side, trembling with anger, trepidation and tears now running down his face. 

it takes two of aegon’s kingsguard to hold him back, his hands clenching into tight fists, rage alight in his brown eyes. another tear falls down rhaenyra’s cheek, because her oldest son reminds her so much of his father in this moment. no longer a boy, but a man, strong and resilient, unbroken.

and she must be brave for him, her future heir, be a beacon of hope, an example of how sacrifices must be made for those you love, those you cherish. 

“yes.” rhaenyra hisses through gritted teeth, wanting to shove their father’s dagger into her half-brother’s heart. to eat it. to  slice his throat and spill all of his blood, until there is none left in his veins, but her fire seeping inside, replacing his cold, heartless body with every fiber of it.

“my king.” aegon corrects, mocking her, reminding her of her place, beneath him, at his feet, his beck and call. with just one word uttered from her lips that gives him all the power, everything he’s ever wanted: her.

“yes, my king.” rhaenyra seethes, voice unwaveringly upset, burning with resentment. and it makes aegon’s ego swell and cock harden hearing her say it with such contempt, such malice. her lilac eyes ablaze with enough malevolence to murder him. and he wishes, hopes she will try to. for when he fucks her for the first time, he plans on leaving their dagger near her. just close enough for the temptation, near enough to coax and entice that violence brewing and boiling beneath her skin. 

for once aegon tells her it was he who killed their father, that he suffocated the sick man like it he was suffocated for years, unable to breathe, to think about nothing but her—his sister will want nothing more than to kill him. to tear him to pieces. seek revenge with his blood upon her hands and teeth. and aegon will let her draw his blood eventually, but first he wants to have some fun. 

“you’re a good mother, rhaenyra. choosing your children’s wellbeing above your own.” aegon taunts, climbing from the throne, ascending the steps and moving towards her. “an unselfish and caring queen through and through. on your knees, where you belong. below me.” 

his crotch is eye level with her and rhaenyra can see the outline of his bulge prevalent against his breeches, hard and unyielding. she clenches her hands into fists, wanting to retch, to run. “kiss it.” rhaenyra whips her head up towards him, mouth and eyes wide as a full moon at the implications. but before she can protest with words, he smirks knowingly, extends his hand to her, with a huge ring, as an offering, a truce. 

and kiss the ugly signet she does, with tight pursed lips, not daring to taste the sweat or salt of his oily skin, not daring to let her saliva coat it.

“take her sons back to their bedchambers.” rhaenyra turns her head back to her sons, giving them a small smile, reassuring them that she will be okay. she feels aegon’s heat radiating off of him, and her skin crawls with disgust when he reaches to wrap one of her loose tendrils of silver around his finger, twirling it and twisting it, already tangling her around him. her four youngest freeze in their tracks, but are forced towards the red keep’s entrance by aegon’s soldiers. 

“i will be fine, i promise!” she yells, hoarse, voice cracking, the doors closing as promise echoes off the walls, wondering if her children even heard her. but she must believe they heard her words, because she knows she will not be. but she must be brave for all of them, strong—

“nephew.” aegon says the word haughtily, and now more of his hands are tangling in rhaenyra’s hair, tugging her head backwards harshly. “you will remain.”

jace.

“jace!” rhaenyra cries panicked; his name a plea, a prayer, beckoning her son to her aid, to save her because she’s terrified. and jace, always coming to her rescue, attempts to escape the kingsguard—run towards her. but he’s tangled and twisted into the enemy’s web, unable to escape. an armored fist smashes him in the stomach, making him buckle over, next to daemon, who remains unconscious. “please! no!” rhaenyra begs, trepidation in her voice, and aegon’s other hand encircles around her throat, constricting her oxygen, choking her, further entangling her within his grasp.

“yes.” he growls, anger washing over his face. “your headstrong son,” he pauses spitting the word ‘strong’ out vehemently, “is going to watch his king fuck and breed his mother.” 

and that alone breaks both mother and son, as jace starts uncontrollably sobbing, tears pouring down his handsome face, defeated. and rhaenyra wants to sob, to run to him, hold him close and never let go—but aegon’s hand threatens to choke the life from her. so she closes her eyes instead and tries to picture her son’s boyish face, bright and innocent, held tight in his trueborn father’s embrace. for only those happy memories can save her now as her vision starts to fade and darkness takes hold.