#and it's all mine muahaha

[marlynnofmany]

Any alien with an exoskeleton is really missing out on the appreciation of soft fuzzy things. I'm currently sitting on a soft couch, in a soft sweater, under an exceptionally fuzzy blanket and a remarkably soft-furred cat. It is the height of luxury, and the aliens will never know what they're missing.

[gummybugg]

As I continue to write my silly little stories and draw my silly little art, I have to keep in mind that when I look over my work later, they might seem sappy. Our WIPs are cringe sometimes, and that is OK! It is OK to write cringe things, and You are allowed to be Yourself when You are alone or in draft-mode. I personally think that beating myself up over whether my writing/art sounds cringe or not has affected my workflow over the years, and that is not OK! 

JUST DO THE THING ALREADY!! BE THE PERSON A 6TH GRADER WOULD CRINGE AT!!! BECAUSE WHO CARES!!!!

[mieczyslawsravenclaw]

Eidetic Memory Be Damned -Spencer Reid

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•Pairing - Spencer Reid x FemFBIAgent!Reader

•Rating - 18+, Minors DNI - Smut - NSFW!!!

•Summary/Prompt - Spencer is tired of only having the memory of you to enjoy during his spicy times , so he just has to intrude into your hotel room after a case is finished…

•Warnings/Content - p in the v unprotected (hey kids- DONT DO IT) ; cursing ; Spence loves to beg to nut in you and does so ; creampie ; some pain play? (just a lil hand on the throat dealio and some hair pulling) ; LOTS of praise on both sides (good boy, pretty girl, etc) ; very mf horny lol ; (basically they do just about everything from first base to last bestie slay)

•Word Count - 3.3k

•Authorʼs Note(s) - Iʼm so mf rusty at writing smut so this is probs not the best, I just wanted to write some Spencer spice cause I had a spicy dream about him lmao RIP >_< Also this'll be my first official post of my writing on Tumblr slayyyyy

•Additional Tags - Switch!Spencer , Switch!Reader , Spencer is a needy brat LMAO , Team has ‘no ideaʼ you two are hooking up (Be so mf fr they do) , Good aftercare is so valid , Spencer loves being cuffed and teased muahaha

As much as this last case had taken out of me, I was more than happy to get to spend some time in my hotel room while the jet refueled and everyone got their bearings. Itʼs not home - far from it, Iʼd been missing my own bed for the majority of our time here in whatever state it was now - but at least it was something.

But of course, the reprieve wouldnʼt last long - a sharp knock on my door confirmed that, about 20 minutes after Iʼd laid down to sleep.

“What…ˮ I groan, frustratedly looking over at the clock.

The knock, again, more persistent this time. And I recognize its pattern now, three short tap-taps. Spencer.

My heartbeat, despite my minor annoyance at being woken up, is hammering now. Spencer seems to do that to me, from the moment Iʼd realized I have feelings for him, carrying into whatever it is that we are now. Secret trysts that Iʼm sure are no secret to our team members, especially Garcia, because sheʼd pried it out of me almost immediately and now waits in her dark little room with nothing else but excitement for the latest updates on us, it seems.

“Are you awake?ˮ A gentle but still much-too-loud voice asks.

I tumble out of bed, rushing to the door. I donʼt even have time to make sure I look okay - Iʼm much too worried about anyone else hearing him. The door is unlocked and pulled open in record time, a stunned lanky man quickly and semi-quietly forced inside.

“Spence, someoneʼs gonna hear you if you keep on like that.ˮ I chastise him, shutting and locking the door behind us. No sooner have I done so, than his lithe form overtakes me, nestling into the crook of my neck with a groan that seems both relieved and not relieved at all.

“Donʼt care,ˮ He pushes me back, until my legs meet the mattress and fold. Quickly following on top of me, he sighs, “Been too long. I miss you. You know I have an eidetic memory, yeah? Doesnʼt mean shit when Iʼm up late and even thoughts of you arenʼt enough to keep me satiated.ˮ

“Someoneʼs gonna-ˮ Hear, I want to say. He knows, of course he does. And Iʼm only half-complaining, with his lips at my neck and his leg sneaking up between mine the way he also knows.

“Donʼt care.ˮ He repeats, the low moan at the back of his throat breaking through into the silent room. “I told you I miss you. Should I tell you about what I use my memory for? And just how much that hasnʼt been enough lately? Or should I show you?ˮ

Itʼs clearly a rhetorical question, but still, he seeks the permission I am more than happy to grant.

“Tell me. Uh, show me. I mean-ˮ

“I can do both,ˮ Even in the dark, I know heʼs got that matter of fact smirk on his lips. He reaches down, holding me by the hip with one hand while the other slips into my pajamas, a practiced motion heʼs all too good at by now. “Usually this is what I remember first. The way your skin feels, how nice it is to make you tremble beneath my touch.ˮ

I buck up, and he chuckles.

“All too eager, arenʼt you? Clearly youʼve been thinking about it too, huh, pretty girl?ˮ A pointed question he knows Iʼll struggle to answer, with his hand and his voice torturing me so.

“No eid- identical- uh, no memory recall whatever for me.ˮ

“Still wouldnʼt satiate, I bet.ˮ He remarks, casually rubbing circles and patterns over my panties. This is how he operates, surely and with no warning. A gentle but firm kiss to my jaw, and he continues, “Itʼs like that for me, at least. I know no amount of recalling how you feel under me will be enough to match just how nice it is.ˮ

Heʼs right, and of course he is; I can barely handle the teasing, the tone his voice has taken in this short amount of time. And I currently dont care if weʼre heard, either.

“Spence-ˮ

“What is it, sweetheart? Too much for you? Not enough?ˮ

“Please?ˮ

“Words, honey. Youʼve gotta use your words. Or you can show me, Iʼm okay withthat too.ˮ He guides my hand down to his.

“More.ˮ I plead, working to undress myself before his hands take over.

“You only have to ask.ˮ

True to his word, Spencer pulls the fabric away, no longer allowing it to be a block between us. Itʼs lost somewhere in the sheets as he kisses me, his practiced hands no longer in the mood to tease. He slips a finger in, and when I let out a keening whine, another, his free hand going automatically to my mouth.

“Now as much as I say I donʼt care, youʼve gotta be a little quiet for me,ˮ He goads, knowing this will only make it harder for me to do so. His breath is hot in my ear, his fingers working a motion thatʼs both breaking pent up weeks old frustration, and yet causing more tension in my belly. “Much as I love your voice. Your sounds. The-ˮ

I rut up against him, my lips opening around his thumb. He works it into my mouth, his voice lowering even further.

“Cmon, show me how much you missed me, huh, princess?ˮ

I moan, words lost in my mind as it spins. Every tug of his fingers between my thighs is building a high Iʼm chasing, and when I get to this point, Iʼm not talking - he is. And he knows it, knows the right words to say to build and break me.

“This is what Iʼm after, this is what I canʼt just remember. Because itʼs all too much to remember how good it feels to destroy you.ˮ

Please, please. I canʼt hold off much longer.

“Now are you gonna cum for me, sweetheart?ˮ

I nod, lips opening and letting his hand free from my mouth as my breaths grow heavy. “Canʼt - Please, Spence, please-ˮ

He presses me further into the mattress, murmuring sweet and dirty nothings into my ear as the dam breaks and I ride my high. Iʼm far too sensitive following, and when I try to push him away for a moment, allow myself to collect some sort of reprieve before we continue, he chuckles lowly.

“See, I can recall that clear as day. But itʼs so much sweeter to have it happening in front of me, you know?ˮ He nestles in beside me, turning me to face him.

Nigh immediately, Iʼm reaching for his belt buckle. Of course he wouldnʼt have changed into comfortable clothes, not even this late- Iʼm sure this was his plan all along, and he tried to fight it as long as he could.

“Someoneʼs eager.ˮ He quips, the smirk growing.

“Youʼve got me thinking about it,ˮ I sigh, letting him maneuver himself out of the constricting clothing. “Coming over and getting me all hot and bothered. I really ought to…ˮ

“Ought to what?ˮ He goads, pulling me onto him with a low noise as we brush together. “Hmm? Are you gonna say…you ought to punish me?ˮ

I nod, rubbing back against him. He lets out a moan, hands gripping my hips tighter.

“I remember how that feels,ˮ He pulls me closer, voice dropping. “But for your sake, maybe you should refresh me.ˮ

When he reaches for me again, I pull back, pinning his hands down above his head. I know he could get out of it if he really wanted to - Iʼm strong, but not stronger than him - but he most certainly doesnʼt want to get out of it. And Iʼm enjoying it far too much to stop myself now.

“Whatʼre you gonna do, cuff me?ˮ He snaps, the bratty attitude far too practiced and already making me a soaking mess.

“I might.ˮ I reach for my pair, knowing all too well that heʼll absolutely lose it once I let go on him. I can hardly stand the anticipation. “Scared, Reid?ˮ

“Terrified. Please, donʼt. Iʼve been a good boy, I swear.ˮ

I push him back while he pleads, tightening the metal around his wrists. The look on his face, muffled as it is by the darkness of the room, is more than enough to spur me on.

“Not thinking about this at all, huh?ˮ I shed my top, if only for the knowledge that his inability to reach for my breasts drives him utterly insane. “And Iʼm sure you havenʼt spent many late nights with the memory of me riding you, have you? Havenʼt had your hands on that pretty cock of yours, thinking about how it feels when itʼs me, yeah?ˮ

“N-Not at all.ˮ

“Itʼs a shame, then.ˮ I tease, feeling him harden beneath me with every word. “Iʼll have to make you confess, I suppose.ˮ

His eyes follow my every move as I back up, slotting between his legs and bending down to kiss along his hips.

“Youʼll never get it out of me.ˮ He groans.

“Is that a promise or a challenge?ˮ I ask, not breaking eye contact as I place a kiss on his sensitive head.

“Challenge? Would I…challenge you?ˮ He still holds onto a moment of sanity, until I take him in my mouth, and itʼs lost with a sigh of, “Oh, would I.ˮ

I bob my head, my practiced motions coming in handy now. The usually-full-of- remarks Spencer Reid folds under my touch, soft deep moans and babble of confessions and wish I could pull your hair passing his lips while I work him out.

After a few moments of this, I let him free - at least from the torture of my lips.

“Where are you going? Please, I wanna cum for you, Iʼll tell you everything I did while I couldnʼt stand to wait for you.ˮ He keens.

“Oh, Iʼm far from done with you, Spence.ˮ I slowly, agonizingly slowly, climb back on top of him, making sure to back right up against him as he tightens against the cuffs. “Donʼt you worry, Iʼll have every measly confession pouring from you. You know I will.ˮ

“Please, let me out- Gotta touch you, I just gotta-ˮ

“Shh, be good for me, wonʼt you?ˮ I lift myself over his face, pressing my folds to his lips. “Unless you wanna stay in those forever.ˮ

He shakes his head, vibrating a ‘noʼ against me.

“Good. Now youʼre gonna pay your dues and clean up the mess youʼve made.ˮ

Eagerly, he laps at me like heʼs never had it before. His utter submissiveness overwhelms him, letting me ride his face to my hearts content. Words are muffled and entirely lost in it, and I know by now that the sounds Iʼm making alone will be heard, but I donʼt really care. Iʼm too far gone in how good it feels to finally have him making me cum again.

“Can I touch you now?ˮ

I slide back onto him, teasingly letting myself rest with just the edge of him pressing into my folds.

“Can you?ˮ I look pointedly at his wrists.

“I-oh, my god, clearly not, but-ˮ

“How about this?ˮ I amend. “You give me a confession, you get a reward. Sound fair?ˮ

“Yeah, sounds just fine. I couldnʼt get off without coming here, you realize that, donʼt you? Youʼre the only thing that gets me off anymo-Oh-ˮ His confession is cut short as I slide him a bit further in, just enough to spur him further. “I mean, I get off, donʼt get me wrong here. But nothing feels as good as when itʼs with you. Nothing.ˮ

“Keep going, youʼre doing good.ˮ I praise, sinking a bit deeper.

“Goddamn you feel so good.ˮ He moans. “Like, my hands canʼt even come close to this, are you kidding? I can try all I want, and believe me, I have - Oh, my god, please donʼt stop - Iʼve been trying all the time, I admit that, canʼt hardly stand being around you and not being able to just fuck you whenever I want.ˮ

I push down further, the stretch he gives me loosing my own moan. “How much do you wanna fuck me, Spence? Tell me, please.ˮ

“God, all the time. Itʼs all I can think about when I get down to it - baby, can I please touch you now?ˮ

“Punishment is a bitch, isnʼt it, Reid?ˮ I smirk, starting to push him in and out of me, slowly and with a devious grin that falters at just how damn good it is.

“Baby, Iʼm gonna get outta these and fuck you so good-ˮ

“Try it.ˮ I raise an eyebrow, stopping my motions.

“Oh- No, Iʼm sorry, please donʼt stop. Iʼll be good, I promise.ˮ

“Yeah, you will.ˮ I drop as far as I can take him, savoring the stuttered animalistic groan he lets out as I press down onto him, pulling his hair and moving my hips around him. As he is want to do, heʼs thrusting up into me, even if heʼs unable to reach me with his hands held up as they are. “Eager, sweet boy. Iʼm gonna ruin you.ˮ

And ruin him, I do. The tension and heat in my belly rides and breaks several times, with him unable to form real words except for the continuous begging of please donʼt stop repeated on a loop until I feel Iʼm satisfied with his demeanor.

Once Iʼve tortured him enough, I reach for the cuffs, ready to let him off the leash - knowing that once I do, the balance will shift. Truthfully, Iʼm just eager to let him be true to his word and fuck me like heʼs been dying to.

“You donʼt need any more confessions from me, then?ˮ He huffs, sweat slicked across his brow from the effort of holding back - though heʼs not really done so, has he?

“One last one, I suppose.ˮ I pull off of him, and the pout he gives nearly makes me sit right back down on him again.

“Alright, Iʼll be good and honest with you, then.ˮ He continues while I set to unlocking the cuffs, “You know the other day, just after we got the final piece of evidence put together?ˮ

I nod.

ˮI was so psyched, I couldʼve taken you right there. I donʼt care that everyone would have known, would have seen. Itʼs just something you do to me.ˮ He finishes, his tone light. Oh boy, Iʼm about to get railed. “I love you. And now Iʼm gonna fuck you like Iʼve been wanting to for weeks.ˮ

No sooner is he free, tearing off the shirt he was wearing and looming over me with the hungriest of looks at my body before pressing himself into me. No wait, no teasing - heʼs not got the control for it, clearly, and Iʼm not complaining one bit.

“Next time, you get the cuffs, pretty girl.ˮ He promises, his hands all over my body now that he can manage it. Hard, precise thrusts, his voice heavy and fucked-out.

“And Iʼll show you just what Iʼve been wanting to do that Iʼm gonna savor in my mind after.ˮ

My nails are leaving deep trails in his back, surely leading to marks that would raise questions if anyone else saw. Heʼs so far in me, almost bottomed out, and itʼs almost too much and yet not enough all at once. I pull him closer, and his hand tangles in my hair while the other clasps around my throat.

“Youʼre all mine.ˮ Spencer growls - truly, thereʼs not other word for it, the purely animal drive taking him to a world where itʼs just us, just this. And Iʼm there too, crying out with the ecstasy his body causes my own.

“All yours.ˮ

“Thatʼs right, pretty girl. Say it for me, I wanna hear you say it.ˮ

“Iʼm all yours, Spence- oh, my god-ˮ

“Good, thatʼs good. My pretty girl. Youʼre so tight, you feel so good wrapped around me, donʼt you? God, what a sight.ˮ Here he is, in his rambles now, and I can hardly contain how close I am. “Wanna tell everyone this is mine. Iʼm the only one that gets to have you, gets to fuck you like this. See you break for me. Only me.ˮ

“Only you, Spence, only you-ˮ

“Cʼmon, I know youʼre close, I can feel it. You get so much tighter, god, if itʼs even possible-ˮ

“Spencer-ˮ

“Thatʼs my girl, cum for me.ˮ

“Donʼt stop-ˮ I can feel the cord in me ready to snap, chasing my most intense orgasm of the night with his words and the feeling of him slamming so deep inside me. “More, Spence, you can give me more-ˮ

“Sweet girl, of course, I know you can handle it.ˮ He pushes himself fully in, my breath catching at the slight pain, yet itʼs still so good, I canʼt stop it, I donʼt want to. “Want me to fuck you so good with all of me, donʼt you?ˮ

I nod against his grasp, and he loosens it a bit, kissing me fervently.

“Please, please cum for me, I wanna feel you all over me, beautiful.ˮ He reaches down, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit. Itʼs the last thing I need to send me over that edge, and I cry out, his name slipping past my lips unwarranted. “Oh, baby, love how you say my name. Like itʼs a prayer, like Iʼm a god.ˮ

“Donʼt stop, Spence-ˮ

“Iʼm close, baby- Oh, I wanna cum in you-ˮ

Another orgasm follows near immediately after this one, and Iʼm grasping at him while heʼs chasing his own, his hands fumbling and his thrusts getting sloppy. He grips the sheets, his breaths stunted.

“Cum in me, please-ˮ

“Iʼm gonna, god, Iʼm so fuckinʼ close-ˮ He tightens around me, muscles shaking as he lets loose, and now itʼs his turn to moan my name a lot louder than he should while he cums. Heʼs so pretty when he does, too - the crease that works between his brows, the round pucker to his lips. Partly through, he kisses me, hard. And when heʼs done, his grip loosens, falling slack on top of me with a contented sigh.

A few moments pass where he just holds me, peppering soft kisses across my face and telling me you did such a good job, baby. Then, he pops up with a smile and comes back with water and a towel, cleaning up after himself.

“Satisfied?ˮ I chuckle, slowly pulling my clothes back on.

“Almost.ˮ He dips his head down, capturing a nipple in his mouth for a few moments. I groan, overstimulated, but still too happy to appease him. “Now, Iʼm satisfied. Iʼm staying in here, okay? Donʼt care if someone sees at this point.ˮ

“Spence?ˮ

“Mmhm?ˮ

“I love you, too.ˮ

[yjhzies]

“Let the world know.” — Jeon Wonwoo

⸝⸝୭ ˚. fluff . one-shot

⋆ pairings : wonwoo x gn!reader ⋆ warning : none! (let me know if there is ^^) ⋆ wc : 0.5k [✉️] · discovering a secret admirer that's not your boyfriend...

⋆ - note : (4 the req) MUAHAHA WE DEF HAVE LOTS OF THOUGHTS ON JEALOUS WONU🔥 (but lets keep it out of here...!) I think we both need to touch grass... I havent even touched actual grass even though I go outside everyday 😝 is somebody gonna match my freak??

"Baby, you have a letter and a parcel from someone..."

Wonwoo said, walking in through the front door with a letter in one hand and a parcel in the other, staring at the letter and flipflopping it.

As he placed the package on the table, you looked from the TV to your boyfriend.

"Really? Who sent it?" You inquired, rising from the couch and walking over to Wonwoo.

He shrugged as he handed you the letter. "It doesn't have a name in it."

You frown, taking the letter from him. As Wonwoo begins to open the securely wrapped package, you unfold the letter and begin to read.

"Dear Y/N, this is a letter to express my admiration and gratitude to you. You may not know me, but I am one of the hundreds who admire you from afar. I've always found you beautiful, and I wanted to let you know that I've liked you for a long time n-" You pause, realizing where this was going.

You peek over Wonwoo's shoulder to see him staring at the package, looking shocked. Your gaze lands in the direction where he was staring, and there were roses. Red roses.

You fold the letter and set it aside as you stand beside him.

"Come on, Wonu, it's not like I don't already have thousands of letters already. But, I wouldn't mind another one!" You chuckle, assuming it is Wonwoo sneaking you letters for the nth time, acting like a secret admirer.

"Gross."

Wonwoo said, glaring at the roses through his glasses on the table. You raise your head to look at him and tilt your head.

"Huh?"

"Look at those," he said, reaching out to take one of the roses. "This isn't even the colour you like."

"I can literally buy a million times better one!" He scoffed. "And most importantly, doesn't he know the person he just confessed to has a boyfriend? How weird."

You freeze.

You stand there, stunned as Wonwoo points out every tiny imperfection, your eyes widening as you try to register everything in your brain.

"It's not yours?"

You ask, but judging by the expression on his face, you already know the answer is no.

"I can write a better letter, don't you think?" He raised his eyebrows.

You nod your head, trying to suppress a smile. With a proud nod, he reaches out to rewrap the package before picking it up and tossing it in the garbage can.

"I'll tell the delivery man to return it to whoever sent it," he said, turning to you with a slight pout. He draws you in for a hug, encircling your waist with his arms held tightly but not painfully.

"I can buy you millions of better flowers, you don't need others when I'm here." He said, and you finally let out a chuckle as you noticed the sulkiness in his voice.

"I know, Wonu," you say, patting his back. "I would have rejected it anyways, but I surely am endeared by a jealous Wonwoo."

Glancing down, he covers his face with your neck as he blushes. "I wish I could keep you all to myself, but you're so beautiful, everyone wants you and it's hard to do so."

"First of all, I should be saying that. And second, they're not the one I want, It's you."

"I know, but," he says, pulling back to kiss your lips. "I'll want to let the world know that you're mine and I'm yours."

[yoredoesmore]

hallooo,it's me again:)) may I request soshiro x reader forced marriage angst but happy ending

I hope I'm not bothering you:). it's ok if you don't want to make it

a/n: i could never say no to such a beautiful request! i love writing angst muahaha

pairing: hoshina soshiro x blind!reader

cw: forced marriage, physical and emotional abuse

genre: angst/ hurt comfort/romance/fluff [wc: 2,9k ]

a/n: this story takes place in the meiji era!

a/n: i am so upset the fic idea in my head was so cute but now that im proof reading its ass 😭 i am so not satisfied with this but maybe a part two will safe it idk rip 😭 and i have to post something can't have u guys go to bed/work/whatever unfed 😔

edited a/n: is this even forced marriage omg 😭🐵

still, enjoy!

A Vision of Love | Hoshina Soshiro

The world around you had long lost its colors. Your vision was plagued, cursed to pick up the world in vibrations and tones instead of images.

The gods have plotted against your existence long before you had been born, cursing the path you were destined to walk on with failure and hardship.

“You are no child of mine!”

The feeling of your father's hand was imprinted in both your memories and mind. A gruesome sensation, one that had no problems seeking you unannounced. On some days the beast would simply barge into your chambers, striking you to his heart's content.

And for what? All for being unable to carry out his legacy.

“Blind and weak, we should have killed you the second we saw those impurities!”

No day passed by when he wasn't cursing your existence but you had been all too used to it..

You sat kneeled on the engawa of your estate, scrubbing the long corridor facing the entrance. It was one of the many tasks given to you which had to be completed by noon. Pearls of sweat accumulated on your forehead, dripping down the side of your face and staining the cloth of your clothes but that told you that you were almost done.

You heard voices chatting in the distance. Some belonging to your family members and others to the Kaseifu, yet you were able to make out three voices foreign to your ears.

“Please come this way.”

Your father greeted the guests with fake hospitality. It irked you immensely, listening to him put up an act of dishonesty but there was nothing you could have done about it.

As soon as you finished up your work, you brought away the cloth and the rag and hurried back to your room using the back entrance. No using the main entrance when guests are around– another strict rule you had to follow.

They stopped bothering you a long time ago, the harsh rules and strict regulations forced upon you by your family. It was unfortunately not just your father who harassed you but also your mother and siblings– though their approaches of breaking your spirit were more subtle. They whispered and gossiped, calling you all kinds of names to lower your spirit.

All to make themselves feel better.

Your family was a renown clan known for its fighting skills and birthing people of strong flesh. In the world of Kaiju slayers, your family stood on top with another handful of carefully selected clans. But as dysfunctional as you were, ripped of your vision at birth and your laughable body, there was no place for you in the limelight. Thus you had been hidden away in the back of your clan, mixed with the maids and housekeepers to keep the knowledge about your existence to a minimum.

But all that was about to change.

“Lady Y/n.”

The voice of Madam Kiyoko called out for you, the only woman to treat you with kindness in this place.

“Yes, Madam Kiyoko?”

The woman's voice was gentle and sweet, like honey and milk. It calmed your heart and made you feel loved in a way you were unable to experience anywhere else. But this time something lingered in her voice? A hint of grief? Frustration? Even without seeing her face, you somehow knew that the woman was not displaying a smile on her lips.

“I was sent by your father. ..You are to pack your things immediately and prepare yourself for permanent departure..”

“Permanent..excuse me?” The tone in Kiyoko's voice painted your ears, so much that you wished to cover them and hide away.

“Your father has..given you away to another family, therefore I wish to congratulate you on your engagement.” The fabrics of Kiyoko's Kimono shifted, hinting to you that she had gone down to her knees.

There was no word that could properly describe the look of horror on your face. Pain, disgust and vexation– all these emotions tugged on your heart, forcing it to fall into unbearable agony. You suddenly felt all strength leaving your legs, forcing you to fall to the ground.

Hot tears ran down your face as you allowed muffled cries to escape your mouth. You wanted to scream and curse, run over to your father and rip all air from his lungs..

But you of all people knew too well that this day would have come sooner or later.

How else were you going to get engaged? You, who was unable to leave her house without supervision. You, who was seen as garbage in her own home. This was long overdue.

“Lady Y,n..we mustn't waste any time.” Madam Kiyoko spoke, her arms wrapping around yours to lift you back up.

“No..I don't want to, they can't do this!” Although living here was torture, it was the only home you have ever know. A small part of you always hoped to just die here. Life was cruel but at least there was food and a bed waiting for you at the end of each day. There was no telling how the people outside these gates were going to treat a blind woman like you, especially a family selected by your father. The unknown was much more intimidating than the familiar horrors.

“Child, I beg of you to grasp your heart and look at the future with confidence.” The woman tried to encourage you to take the situation with pride. But you couldn't. The fact that someone had accepted you as a wife could only mean that they were worse off than you. Who else would accept such worthless and weak soul into their family? Or perhaps they were like your family, looking forward to abuse and make use of you.

“You musn't refuse your duty as a woman, Lady Y/n, as a daughter of this house. I beg you.” Madam Kiyoko pulled you back up and dusted your Kimono.

“I know that this treatment is unjust and sudden, but anywhere in this world is better than here.”

“But I don't mind the horror! The pain and the humiliation..because I have you..”

Once again the tone in the woman's voice tugged on your heartstrings. The truth in her statement tasted bitter on your tongue. You did not wish to admit that she was right, that living here was a hell your body couldn't bear much longer.

Madam Kiyoko walked you to your chambers and helped you pack your belongings. There wasn't much, only a few essentials which you held dear. As you were preparing for your departure, you heard a soft chuckle from behind you.

“I heard that the Hoshina clan is as good as useless in this modern day and age, since the Kaiju have grown in size.” One of your sisters snickered from behind you.

“Yeah, and that their sons are as incapable as they come.” Your brother mocked.

Their voices were mere background sounds, easy to blend out. Your fingers traced themselves over the silver hairpin in your hand, a gift from the Madam.

“I will forget all about you once I leave this home. The memories, your voices and your scent. What a blessing it ends up being to be born blind, as I have no faces which I will have to wipe from my memories.” Your words stung your siblings in the guts. One of them stepped forward, your brother, ready to strike you down. But madam Kiyoko quickly extended her hand to shield your body from the abuse.

“Do not dare touch the Lady. She is an engaged woman now and therefore no longer under the rule of this household. Striking her would mean raising your hands against the Hoshina clan and I highly suggest that you do not make yourself an enemy of them.”

“She won't survive a week outside these gates. Compared to the people outside, our treatment was merciful. In this day and age there is no space for those who cannot protect themselves, tsk.” Your brother gave you one last glare before he and your sister left your room.

“This family can no longer harm you, child. So look at your future and smile, don't listen to his nonsense.” The warm hands of the woman embrace you in a comforting hug. If only you could take her with you and start your new life together..it was a hopeless wish but one you hung onto regardless

x

Nobody came to send you off besides Lady Kiyoko. With your bag packed and your heart set to leave, you approached the front gate. You refused to look back as you walked into your new life, each step feeling foreign and intimidating.

You were raised in a traditional household. From the building to the rules it reminded you of the old times. Therefore standing in front of the public transport with no navigation or sense of familiarity deeply frightened you. You could feel them all watching, the people on the train. Surely they were judging your lack of vision and pitying your weak form.

It took you quite some time to arrive at the destination, the lack of any known directions making the journey much more treacherous. But after two hours, you finally arrived at the Houshina estate. If it had been for the old couple you met at your station who guided you all the way here you would have been lost for sure.

“That is just the path we wanted to take!”

They said and took you by the hand. It felt strange, putting your trust into two unknown strangers. For a good minute you believed that they were leading you to a nearby cliff, for whatever reason. But your doubt slowly vanished as they began to talk about their day and all the errands which they had to run.

You took a deep breath and fixed your Kimono before knocking at the gate. There was no guarantee that anybody was going to hear you but this was the only way you knew how to make yourself known.

After around five minutes and almost giving up hope, you heard a shift in motion. The gate opened and before you stood a stranger. They didn't say anything and simply looked you up and down you assumed. Then they spoke up.

“Oh, it's you.”

What an interesting dialect..

Unsure of who was standing before you, you went down on your knees to show your respects.

“My name is L/n Y/n and I am the betrothed of Hoshina Soshiro. It is my utmost pleasure to meet you.”

“There is no need to be so formal, please. And get up, ya Kimono is getting all dirty.” A pair of strong hands suddenly placed themselves on your shoulders and helped you find your way back up.

A scent so sweet was attached to the stranger, one that had a strange note to it. Yet you stayed focused and continued the conversation.

“Did you come here all by yourself??” The stranger sounded almost appalled.

“Yes..is there a problem with that?”

“Your family reassured us that they were going to send someone with you, since you are..”

His eyes locked with yours. Light gray orbs sat in your sockets, robbed of all light. Yet there was a glimmer inside them, one that shone brighter than the sun itself.

“Excuse me for asking, but who am I speaking to?”

“I am just a housekeeper. Anyway, let's get ya inside and perhaps, you must have a long journey behind you.”

“Thank you very much.” The housekeeper took your hands in his, a soft warmth spreading over your entire body. His bold action startled you slightly but you did not allow your discomfort to display on your face.

“Not having an official wedding must be quite frustrating I believe?”

Is this..smalltalk?

“I never clung to the desire of partaking in such festivity. I was told from a very young age that I wasn't deserving of a wedding, let alone marriage. My father eventually giving me away to a family with no future was to be expected.”

“A family with no future?”

“Oh my, I didn't mean it like that! I apologize for insulting your masters..”

“No offense taken. I understand what ya were trying to say.” The soft sliding of wooden doors indicated to you that you were now entering the building. Almost immediately you were greeted by the sweet scent of lavender and tangerines, two odors that completed one another perfectly.

The housekeeper continued to guide you through the building, holding on to your hand so tight you feared he was going to melt into you. Yet despite his grip being so fierce, his touch was gentle and almost protective. You were not used to such kindness, therefore you found it difficult to express your gratitude once he let go when you arrived in the space which you believed was your room.

“When will the rest of your belongings arrive?” The housekeeper asked while taking the bag from your hands. Your silence said all he needed to know.

“If you need anything, don't hesitate to–”

“Young Master? A letter has arrived from the Anti-Kaiju Defense Force, requesting your presence. Oh and has the young woman arrived already? We heard the gates–”

..Master?

Your head turned to meet the voice at the door. A young woman, you assumed, stood at the entrance of your room, her words and turn indicating that she was talking to the housekeeper.

“Oh, she is already here?? Why wasn't your father notified!” The woman scolded.

“Thank you Ayame, I will see to the letter shortly. And I wanted some alone time with her first, I'm sure my father will understand."

All the woman did was sigh, as if she was too used to his behavior and excused herself from the room.

It didn't even take you five seconds to realize what was going on. Your face froze up upon realizing, a soft gasp leaving from your lips.

“I..apologize for deceiving you.” Soshiro sighed. “I didn't know how to properly introduce myself when I saw you back then and just went with the moment.”

Embarrassed? Shame? Anxiety? You did not know what to feel first. The words you spoke only minutes ago suddenly came back to hit you like whiplash. You just told your soon to be husband that you had no faith in his family, to his face, the gods were probably laughing at you right now. Not just them, but also your siblings and parents.

Their voices rang through your ears, eating at your consciousness. Not even a day had passed and you already managed to screw up, what a twisted joke this was.

“Ya ain't upset with me, right?”

All thoughts suddenly started to disappear into thin air as his fingers once again wrapped themselves around your hands. Only now did you realize how soft they were, like sunflower petals. And the distant scent of vanilla that lingered on his skin, it was soothing in a way you could not describe.

In an instant you found yourself calming down and remembered that you were no longer in that household. Five minutes have been spent in this foreign place so far, yet it felt much more comforting than your old home. Why was that?

“Saying that your family has no future when I am the one who lacks the ability to function properly..I am so very sorry..”

“Don't tell me yer apologizing for being blind?” Soshiro placed one of his hands on your head, gently caressing your hair with his fingers.

“I don't know much about ya or what you went through before. All I was told is that your family did not think highly of ya and therefore signed you away to the next available family. But just by looking at ya I can tell that you are much more valuable than ya think.” And with that said, Soshiro gave your head a light squeeze.

These gentle touches were so new to you. Being embraced in such a loving way and taken by the hand as if you were too important to lose– and not to mention by a man you just met..it all felt quite unreal.

Soshiro suddenly started to move away from you, the lack of his warmth mildly bothering your conscience, but he had somewhere important to be.

“We shall converse more once I return from my appointment, most likely together with my father. The others will want to meet you so prepare yourself for that. If they barge into your room feel free to send them away”

“Send them away? I could never do that” Hosanna laughed although you didn't say anything funny?

“Im looking forward to future interactions.”

“I..me too.”

To have something to look forward to..did you ever have that in your life? The feelings in your heart were difficult to describe. Was it truly possible for you to find happiness in a place full of strangers and foreign emotions? To seek comfort in the arms of a man you barely even knew? As Soshiro walked out of your room, you quickly searched for the hair pin that Madam Kiyoko had gifted to you. Your fingers embraced it tight, trying to recreate the warmth which you felt moments ago.

Something deep down in your heart wanted to trust his words and believe that you too could experience true happiness in this lifetime. Therefore you desperately held onto this vision of love, in hopes that one day your future would be painted in its beautiful colors.

[fallingrealms16]

CAITVI FIC REC LIST PART 2 (???) <3333

MUAHAHAHAHA I’m baaaaaack ;)

Gonna keep this personal note quick:

Here is the wonderful part 2 out of Violyn fanfics, only the best of the best that I have read! Lots of stories + another note at the end, make sure you read that to not miss any upcoming content <3

Reminder‼️ pretty please read all the tags on each fic before reading as I am not responsible for any emotional trauma you may experience ^3^ (more notes at the bottom ty, ily <3)

NOW let’s get cracka lackin🤚🏼

While you’re down there, being a doll by Greed

4.8K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // 2K Hits // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

“But I don’t need to be there to know that your panties are soaked right now," Vi said, her voice sending a thrill down Caitlyn's spine. "Go ahead, tell me I'm right."

You’re Mine Now by YourSinfulScribe

10K Words // Chapters: 4/4 // 5.8K Hits // COMPLETED?

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Vi is an astute and expert smuggler, and although she has not had the best of luck lately, she has always known how to make good decisions that have helped her survive.

However, ignoring rumors and advice, she enters a mansion that, although it seems ordinary at first glance, hides something that Vi could never have imagined.

Vampire Cait x Human Vi

Coming home to you by mkhhhx

20K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // 14K Hits // COMPLETED

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“You are not taking good enough care of yourself,” Caitlyn starts, looking towards the fountain. She’s lost weight and her cheeks are hollowed, the knuckles of her hand too pronounced into Vi’s grasp. “I need you now, more than ever, Violet.”

“You have me,” Vi says, as a matter of fact. As if she has anyone else to live for, to give her loyalty to. “In any way you’d want me.”

this one is so broken and tentative it actually ruined me btw. Literally as I type this shite I’ve also got it open on my computer STILL reading because it’s that good—I didn’t have to finish it to recommend it

When It Rains, It Pours by SarcastCity

22K Words // Chapters: 4/4 // 23.8K Hits // COMPLETED

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Caitlyn's shower breaks, and Vi's the sexy plumber who comes out to fix the problem.

Place Your Bets by ChemistryGod

25K Words // Chapters: 6/6 // 30K Hits // COMPLETED

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Vi's an up-and-coming pro-boxer. Her first match is against former heavyweight world-champion Sevika. Vi needs the money to move up the social ladder, and with her pro-status comes better training. Caitlyn is new in town and they hit it off at a lesbian bar. Vi, however, never could have guessed that their jobs would put their newfound relationship in a tight spot.

Nothing Personal, It’s Just Business by second_hand_feels

28K Words // Chapters: 5/5 // 10.8K Hits// COMPLETED

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“Not gonna lie,” the smooth voice announces down the alleyway, “whatever you’re doing, it looks hot as hell.”

Caitlyn just freezes, taking a moment to assess the situation. Gaze flicking up to the voice, it’s the woman, one of Demarco’s enforcers, standing at the mouth of the alleyway and fuck.

Fuck for so many reasons. Notably, she can’t be fucking this up this quick, but also, fuck, she’s just so hot.

Catvi Undercover Cop/Mafia AU

P.S. extra bonus one shot fix it fic recommendation <3

Sweet, like a cupcake by aniyahsheree

2.7K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // 1K Hits // COMPLETED

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Vi pulled back slightly, her lips quirked into a playful grin. "Told you," she murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from Caitlyn's face, "you're sweet—like a cupcake"

Next one will be slightly longer fics…like 28K words+ ✅ but jumps to more than 55K words+ very quickly!

Pretty plsssss send in recs too! I’m always looking for stuff to read and also recommend for others so if you know of a good fic send it in <33

MUAHAHA OKAY NOW IM DONE ‼️

[imaginedisish]

Is anyone interested in another unbelievably smutty Logan Howlett x reader fic? (no plot in this one….I promise I’ll go back to fics with plot after this🫣)

Happy to make a tag list :)

Probably up later tonight (7-8pm EST).

Update: My Love All Mine is up muahaha :)

[misguidedasgardian]

GLADIATORS

HARWIN I.

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your life alongside your best friend Robin had been a dream come true, but is time you fulfill your part of the bargain to your husband’s family. 

Pairing: Gladiator!Harwin x Matrician!Reader, Patrician!Robin Arryn x Matrician!Reader (platonic although they are married)

Warnings: Slavery!, cursing, people trafficking, fighting to the death, hunting of animals, mythological animals come true, talks about religious rites, pagan celebrations, talks about homosexual relationships/preferences, SMUT!, nudity, might miss some warnings. 

MINORS DNI + 18

Wordcount: 7,3k

Notes: Alright… I finally reached the point where my kinkiness and my passion for history met! muahaha this reader is around mid-twenties, and hardwin is in his thirties.

“Come on Robin!”, one encouraged, “live a little”, the man palmed the young patrician on his back, and he waved him off

“I don’t know, it's a big investment”, he said, sipping on his cup of honeyed wine

“The Vulcanalia is going to be greater this year than any other”, observed Tyland, “and only a week away, we are all going to participate one way or another… if you want to catch the eye of anyone in the senate, that is the perfect opportunity to do so”, all of the men gathered there in the villa of Tyland Lannister had been in the Tywin Lannister games this day, they had invited only the most prominent men of King’s Landing after the games to talk matters of state, amongst other things. 

“It’s the perfect opportunity for your introduction in this world my friend”, insisted Reydwyne, palming the man’s shoulder. 

The young man sippied his wine, as he watched the show unfolding in front of him.

Robin looked around, there were all men in the reunion, they went without their wives and how he had wished he brought his, as it was becoming increasingly dull, the Lannister villa was filled with aged men.

Female slaves, -they had to be-. has been painted in white, and dressed with little clothes, they were made to move and dance provocatively in the middle of the atrium, where the pool was, a beautifully decorated impluvium with a platform in the middle. 

Now he understood why the wives of the illustrious men weren’t here. Tyland had recently been divorced, but the female slaves were instructed to be more… caring… towards the guests.

He politely declined the invitation of a beautiful woman who had invited him to one of the rooms, and he stood in the corner.

He liked watching… he liked watching men talking, he liked watching reactions, who was talking to who, and who reacted to what, he was good at it, this was a new territory he wanted to conquer, for his family, to take his rightful place in the senate, and he needed to be watchful of his every step. 

Oh how he would have liked to have you by his side, your eyes, added to his, saw twice as much. 

All the men of the republic worth knowing were under this roof. Although the man of the day, Tywin Lannsiter himself, and Otto Hightower, the second in command, were nowhere to be seen at this late hour, they were sure behind their studie’s walls, plotting.

The Baratheons were not in the atrium at the moment either, but rather because they did accept the beautiful slave’s invitations.

And he was here, standing in the middle. 

To gather the attention of all of them, he needed to do so with something they all admire from time to time, and if the show of today in the coliseum was any indication, he knew exactly how to do it. 

“Enough pondering”, he said, to Tyland and Edwyn Redwyne, both smiled toothingly. “let’s start spending my family’s money”, he said with a confident smile.

Tywin would not sully himself with dealing with gladiators and their training, but his nephew Tyland would, as the second born male, he had dedicated himself to other endeavors rather than having the largest gold mine in the Republic, he dedicated himself to business of pleasure to the senses of the people of King’s Landing. 

“I’ll tell you, Harwin Strong, is a champion loved by all the people in King’s landing, it will definitely catch people’s attention, especially under your patronage”, muttered Tyland, “of course I would never put him in the market, but for you, my friend… I’m willing”

Robin was not as savvy in the world of Gladiators as he liked himself to be.

But the very late hours of the night found him signing papers of ownership, over Harwin Strong. 

And the very early hours of the day found him finally arriving to his family’s villa

As the sunlight already lightened all the open spaces of his house, his servants were up as well, started their daily duties, he greeted each and every one of them as he entered his home towards his private quarters. 

“A letter from your father arrived in the middle of the night”, you said as you saw your husband entering the atrium, he sighed as he saw you, with a tired smile. You were all dressed and ready to start your day, while he was barely just arriving, “I have fixed a small breakfast for you”, you signaled to the trays of foods with various fruits and cheeses alongside tables at the Triclinium at the next vestibule.

Robin smiled at you and cradled your face in his hands and he leaned in for a kiss on your lips

“You are the best wife I could ever ask for”

“Oh I KNOW”, you mocked, sticking you tongue out for him, “your father would like us to remember why he send us here”, you said more severely, turning to what was important.

“You read the letter?”, he asked, raising one of his eyebrows at you

“Of course I did”, you said quickly 

“Good, you know how I hate surprises”,  he chuckled

“He is right”, you tried, “I need to get pregnant”, you said, he nodded, sighing, you knew this wasn’t a good time to bother him with this, he had barely slept, but the letter had just arrived after weeks on the road and you needed to send answer and quickly.

He seemed to think about it for a while, and then he looked at you again

“Give me a couple of days”, he said softly, “and I might come to a solution to our troubles”, he said softly, you nodded 

“Fine”, you said, giving him a smile, “join me for breakfast?”, you asked him

“Of course my love”, he said simply. You walked towards the open dining room, it was a bit ostentatious to have your food there while nobody else was present, but you were still getting ahold of the new villa of his family in the capital, and the servants and slaves on it. The villa is on the main street of King’s Landing. From the front door you could actually see the imperial palace and even the curia and the main square. 

You ate as he told you anecdotes about his night and the people he saw in it, you knew there was something in there he wasn’t telling you, but… you let him be. 

Robin gazed upon the pool placed in the middle of the triclinium, and frowned when he noticed it was empty

“The pool”, he pointed.

“Well, with the current drought, I’d rather drink the water we can luckily afford instead of gazing upon it”, you said simply, sipping the same liquid, “I will not have our servants and guards drop due to dehydration”, Robin smiled at you

“My very conscious wife”, he admired

“When the rains come, thanks to the offerings at the vulcanalia, the impluvium will see to the restoration of the pool”, you said certainly, he nodded

“Very well”, he said with a soft smile. He took a long sigh as he gazed upon the beautiful paintings on the wall, depicting on each wall, the four seasons and the gods related to it, as he gazed upon the wall on the left, there was a depiction of the summer, in the corner, the god Vulcalo gazed upon the room on a cave, fire around him

“The vulcanalia approaches quickly”, he said without thought, you looked at him and smiled

“I can’t wait to see the games”, you offered, “go to circus maximus and gaze upon the chariot races”

“Don’t you want to gaze upon the gladiators?”, he tried, raising one of his eyebrows, you looked at him, conflicted

“I think the races are more attractive”, you said shyly. He didn’t insist on it. You enjoyed the company of the other as you laid in your chairs

“I have taken lovers, you should take some too”, he said, finishing his tale, with those big eyes of him 

“I don’t take it lightly”, you said with a sigh, laying down looking at the beautiful tiles of the ceiling, “I don’t just want to lie with anybody”, 

“I know you didn’t want to come to the capital…”, he tried then

“I didn’t”, you conceded

“But I want you to be happy, or at least content…”

“I feel so lonely all the time”, you whispered, “at the Vale at least I had friends”

“You should go out there, I will speak to my friends, you can invite them and their wives, host a small diner in the atrium”

“Well I don’t want to get too attached, what is going to happen when we go back to the Vale?”, you said, looking at him in defiance, he gave you an apologetic smile.

“We might be here a while”, he said carefully, “my father wants me to take his seat in the senate”, he said firmly, you nodded

“I’m aware”, you said softly

“We need to built a life here”, he said surely, “come back with a few children at least”

“I know”, you assured him. “You have your mission, and I have mine”, you assured him

“Indeed we do”, he said with a soft smile.

Your conversation with your husband only strengthened his resolve and he seemed pleased with his hurried decision to embark himself on the life of a Lanista. He knew how careful you were with the people you decided to relate to, so he knew you wouldn’t find a lover easily, not in the delicate environment you were navigating.

You could pick the wrong one, and then the entirety of King’s Landing would know. 

So, as he had gazed upon the handsome gladiator, he had another reason to support his endeavour. 

It was literally two days until he went to Tyland’s Lannister Ludus to retrieve his new man. 

He knew nothing of training, he had a spare room in the servants quarters and a spacious open inner atrium where he could practice. You, as a family, had everything you could ever need. 

So he knew he was going to find you at home after midday supper, then is when he entered his home, Harwin Strong himself hot on his trail. 

The man at his side was quiet, didn’t say anything but he watched with interest the villa and all within it. 

Harwin was born into a good Andal family, being the second son there was not much to be expected from him, yet he grew to best his elder brother in everything he set his eyes on, and for a whole season, it seemed that he was his father’s clear successor. Until his untimely death in the middle of the night under strange circumstances. The next thing the proper patrician families knew, is that he had ‘condemned himself’ to the life of a gladiator, on his own accord.

That couldn’t be the furthest from the truth.

But Harwin Strong was somewhat a simple man, and he was playing the hand he was dealt with. That said hand led him here, to the Villa of one of the most prominent families of the Republic, he looked at the young man and he knew that he did not know much of what he was doing, but he seemed a good man, fearful of the gods, and apparently his wife. 

That thought alone made him chuckle

You stood in a beautifully decorated room leading to the atrium, as Robin had his study, you had yours, in which you liked to pursue your interests.

“My darling wife”, started Robin, moving the curtain to enter your private space

“Good day husband”, you greeted as he used to. 

“I want to introduce you to someone”, he started, so you forced a pleased smile on your face and followed him back to the main space of your villa. You expected friends, prominent people, but you did not found any of that. 

“Robin, who’s that?”, he turned back to you and smiled at you, gave you those smiles that he displayed when he had done something stupid.

“This is Harwin Strong, a Gladiator…”, he said, you raised your eyebrows at him, inviting him to explain further, “...I have purchased”, your face got all serious all of a sudden, as you looked at your husband and then you turned to the man in question.

The man was big and broad, dark long locks adorned his handsome face, he had those beautiful big green eyes, and unlike the rest of the men who fought in the arena, he had a beard and mustache over his lip. 

“Eh…”, you didn’t know what you could possibly say, no in front of him at least, “may I speak to you in private, husband?, you asked him. He nodded, not very enthusiastically

“Luceon”, he called a young servant, “please take him to his chambers, the unoccupied room in the servants quarters”, he said the young man nodded and accompanied the gladiator, he barely fit through the hallways

“What the fuck?”, you whispered angrily to him, he immediately raised his arms in surrender. This took you by complete surprise, as the presence of the gladiator in your home had completely sweep you off your feet. 

“He is our way into the high society”, he said quickly

“How so?”, you asked him, frowning. 

“He will fight under our name in the Arena, capturing the attention of all the high families”, you looked at him with a frown, and in disbelief. 

“Robin, I cannot presume to tell you what to do, with yourself and your family’s fortune, but…”

“You can always presume to do so”, he said quickly

“I don’t think you thought this through, many of the great families have nothing to do with the Lanista life, and furthermore, Lanistas are not in much… great esteem”, you said as delicately as you could. 

“Tyland Lannister is”, he said quickly

“Tyland Lannister is the second son of a second son!”, you said then

“He sits in the senate”

“Near the door”, you responded, but he seemed so thrilled about this, you couldn’t take it away from him, so you just shook your head. “We know nothing of training gladiators”, you said then, “and he will be only one… I hope”

“He was once a free man, entering this world because of pure pleasure, he had been in it for at least ten years, he knows what he is doing, and I also saw to that small complication”, he said quickly. 

“You bought a Doctore too?”, you asked him, he only smiled apologetically to you, you shook your head again, taking a big breath

You looked at your husband, your very best friend since you could walk and remember. 

It was not a conventional marriage, it was true, Robin preferred the company of other men, and even though you tried, he couldn’t summon children from you. You knew this once you married, and again, you did not care. Where everything is up to the Gods, up to fate and the ambition of people around you, you choose the safest path, the better path.

Your life alongside Robin was a bit short of perfect. Your parents were thrilled you decided to choose one another and did not fight it but encouraged it. The only thing you were lacking… was a child. You had been married for five years, and still nothing. You knew how to read between the lines, and the Paterfamilias of the Arryns was many things, but he was not an idiot. 

You were sent here, away from the eyes of the Vale and the seat of Robin’s house to make an heir, however you chose. He knew about his son’s preferences, and he did not care, as long as he got what he wanted: the security of his line, and his house. That is why, you believed, he chose you above many other, perhaps more suitable candidates to marry his son. 

You were his friend, completely devoted to him, you were a willing accomplice and the most faithful they could secure. It was an agreement, where everyone won. 

Some times, at night you’d wonder how it would feel like, to have a husband that desired you, that wanted to have every part of you, but then you’d think about the way that even if you had married a man who preferred to lie with women, one that desired only you was also very difficult. Not guaranteed. 

But the love you held for one another, even if it wasn’t passionate, it was true and the purest kind of love. Born from friendship and loyalty. 

Robin was a great husband, an amazing friend, and one day, he was going to be the best father and Paterfamilias to your house, and you were going to be by his side.

Your body slave helped you remove your stola you whore for the day. As it was truly hot, you got away with the fact of using only one layer of proper clothing, as it was delicately made and the details in gold drove all the attention to the sheerness of the material itself. being in the center of the city made sure you were truly trapped in the heat. The wind did not blow as freely. 

“How is the fabric of the new dress for this weather?”, you asked Thalia

“It is very fresh, yet modest, domina, it was a great choice”, she said softly, releasing your hair from the decorations you chose for the day. 

“If it's of any discomfort, to you or any other, please let me know”, you said softly, she nodded.. Thalia was your body slave, and Luceon Robin’s, they are to be by your side, and you held them in steem above the rest of the servants/slaves. Thalia had been with you since you were a child, she was born in your father’s villa in the Vale, born into the servitude of your house. 

“Make sure please everybody has eaten and drank water”, you said, she nodded, as she exchanged looks with Luceon. “Thank you Thalia, you can go to bed now, the hour is late”, you said gently, she smiled

“Thank you domina”, she said softly, bowing her head, and then she left you in your nakedness, to put on your simple tunic for sleeping. 

Robin soon joined you, wearing his own soft tunic. 

“I couldn't help but notice… that Harwin has the same coloring as me”, he said sheepishly as he laid on the bed. With a sign of his hand Luceon was quick to leave you both alone for the night

“So…?”, you mumbled, raising one of your eyebrows, You grabbed a golden pitcher and put the water in a matching basin. you put oils then, then proceeded to cleaned your arms, and armpits, to get ready for bed. 

“Didn’t you notice? similar hair color, similar eye color…”, he teased with a smirk, you rolled your eyes, but he could not see you. 

“Robin I know where you're going with this”, you warned

“He is perfect”, he said then, carefully 

“You bought him to fight to the death for you and now you want to make him lie with me?”, you asked him. 

“I promised you I’d find a way to give you what you want… what I need, too”, he whispered, “I told you to give me a couple of days!” he said then, hurriedly. 

“And you came with this conclusion?”, you asked, astonished, finally turning to face him, “that’s why you purchased him?”, you asked, not believing his words

“No”, he said, and he was sincere, “My friends convinced me to do it while on my cups, but I couldn’t help but notice…”

“You really want me to lie with a man that probably wants to kill us? that could kill me?”, you asked him, you were exaggerating and you knew it, but still

“I told you it isn’t like that with him, he started as a gladiator as a free man”, he said, “he has known wealth and liberty, he does this because he wants to”, he said then, he scrutinized your expression and then he gave you a smirk, “don’t lie to me, I know you fancy him”, he teased

“He is handsome”, you admit, “I’m not blind, but did you really just purchase the patronage of a man, so he could lie with me?”, you asked him, and you couldn’t lie to yourself, you were hurt. He raised from the bed as quickly as a snake, and grabbed your hand gently, and caressing their backs with his thumb, he searched for your eyes and you let them find them gazing at him in turn.

“I did not give him my patronage so he could lie with you”, he said, and he was truthful, you knew him better than you knew yourself. “But I did want to get involved with the games, and… well, he was willing and able, he was the perfect opportunity, the rest… came after”, he said.

He would never push you towards it, but you had been married for longer than five years, and his parents were getting nervous. He was the ever doted upon only child, so the survival of his house, of a great family of senators and kings before the republic, lied with him, and you. 

Not that his parents didn’t know of his inclinations for the same sex, but they always had faith… in you… of all people, to summon his heirs. A great burden, but he was your very best friend in the whole world, and now your husband.

They send you here… in the eyes of everyone to gain favor and take a place in the senate, but… you had the unspoken mission of summoning an heir, however you could. 

You couldn’t help but sigh loudly, you always knew that your mission in life was to bring forth children, to be the carriers of their father’s name, you to be a proper Andal woman, to be a matron, to care for your family, and your house’s affairs. to be an ever dutiful daughter, wife, and mother. You were alright with that prospect, you were. You wanted to be… And yet you were failing

“I am sorry I cannot give you what you want, and what i want too, and need”, he said, with a broken voice, it had only been a couple of times in your life when you heard him talk with this tone, and it brought you chills.

“You don’t need to be sorry Robin”,  you said shyly, kissing his cheek, “you are the very best man I know”

“And i’m sorry if I ever brought you pain or discomfort”, he whispered against your cheek

“You could never”, you whispered. He kissed your forehead slowly. 

“Let’s go to sleep, wife, great weeks are ahead”, he said softly. And you went to sleep in Somnus’ arms

Robin had been extra caring towards you for the next few days, as an apology for purchasing a gladiator and assuming you could bed him.

Harwin trained in the villa alongside his doctore but you didn't even look at the man, your villa was big enough so you didn't have to glance upon him unwillingly. You were apprehensive of him because once you had the chance to gaze upon his almost naked form, sweaty, his chest there for all to see, as he trained in the courtyard. He caught you staring and ever since you had been avoiding him like the plague. 

So you just ignore him, he was something Robin wanted to pursue, and you should support him. Even though the thought of a man having him fight to the death because you paid for it didn’t sit well with you at all, but if he had been a free man then you guessed it was better. 

The vulcanalia was fast approaching, big celebrations all over the Republic, in which you were to appease the god Vulcan, for him to be merciful, as he was the god of wildfires, very common under this heat. 

There were going to be religious processions, athletic events, as races on foot, and even wrestling. There were going to be hunts of wild animals, and specially, chariot races and gladiatorial races, being shown in the Circus Maximus instead of the coliseum, as it was the biggest venue of the city. 

So when the celebrations started, the 21st in honour of the god of harvest Consus, they proceeded two days later to honor Vulcano, and afterwards two days for the goddess Ops, to reinforce the crops, to finalize the week to make tributes to Volturno, the god of water and fountains. It was a whole week of celebrations, for your gods to protect the harvests and give you a fruitful season for the fall and winter. 

The morning of the 21 of August you met with RObin in the villa’s Lararium, you left offerings for the Lares of your family, and Robin left his, you finished the small and private ceremony with a short prayer, as the harvest reaping was over. 

As a family, you were going to wait out the ceremony under the Circus Maximus, but you couldn’t wait to see what happened after…

You arrived just in time to the big and open stadium to see the start of the chariot races, the symbolic mule driving chariot leading the procession

“Is she  here?”, RObin asked, looking at the end of the Stadium at the puLVINUS

“Who?”, you asked

“Her! The daughter of the emperor!”, he said with excitement

“You just missed her!”, said the man standing next to both of you, your disappointment was obvious

The beautiful golden chariot led by mules and donkeys went slowly, rounding the entire circus, and when he was back in front of the pulvinus, it disappeared behind the big metal gates on the west side of the big building.

People cheered and applauded, you did too, as the best was coming.

You were in the far end, so you could see all the chariots turn and maneuver, it was as exciting as being in the pulvinus itself. As you were out there surrounded by hundreds of people, Robin saw fit to bring in two guards with you, you brought in Thalia as you knew she enjoyed the races as much as you did. 

The week leading to the vulcanalia was one of the greatest celebrations, also celebrated in the Vale (and sometimes even harder because of the roughness of its climate and soil), you were familiar with the celebrations, and being in the capital for it for the first time was also breathtaking. 

The chariot races would also be celebrated in the Vale, and the houses went all out, decorating the chariots with silver, gold and copper fixtures, the horses were beautifully groomed, their beautiful coats shining under the sun, their heads decorated with pompous headdresses, some wore light armours too, and of course the most prominent colour of each of the four chariots was the one of the faction they represented.

“Which faction are you most inclined to?”, asked Robin

“I refuse to go for the greens”, you said, “your friend Lannister has taken the red faction by storm of course, but I’m into the white I think”

“The blue has a shot too”, he said, “but I will go for Red”

“The White this year is the faction of the Emperor’s house”, you said excitedly

“As always”

“It's so far, I can’t see them”, you said, the pulvinus being at the far end of the circus maximus

“She is there I’m certain, as the emperor”

“They say he was too sick”, you warned

“He never missed the races back when he was healthy”, Robin whispered. 

The races were as dangerous and deadly as the gladiator fights, you knew this, especially in the far ends where the curves of the tracks were, also, since it was the capital, you had been warned that the spectators were far more… ‘passionate’, even going as far as cheating, throwing nails and pointy objects into the tracks as to deter the competitors. As each of the factions were becoming more political and vice-versa, this wasn’t just about the race, it was about the family behind it and their power and influence.

But the spectacle was just as magnificent. 

Soon the four chariots representing the four factions showed up in the arena, they did a slow, more ceremonial lap around the circus, waving, presenting themselves.

The man in the white chariot wore a beautiful silver helmet, and was dressed in all silver and white.

As the objective of this was speed, they did not wear full armour, but more padded suits, as the fixtures in the chariots were more decorative, although you weren’t sure about the materials.

You held your breath as the ceremonial horn was played and the chariots in the far end started the race. It was seven full laps around the circus, and even from the other side you could hear the hooves of the horses against the sandy dirt.

The first lap was always the ‘cleanest’ sort of speak… the second and third though, it got rougher. As the Green and Red immediately threw themselves on each other's way, the white team took the clear advantage, and the blue was slower than the rest

The white stallions leading the chariot of the white faction took the clear lead, as there was this spoken rule to not play unfair towards it, in deference to the imperial family. 

Everyone gasped as the blue chariot was pushed by the green against the walls in your far end of the circuit, the collision was brutal, the sickening sound of wood (and probably bones) crashing was going to haunt you for several nights to come. 

The horses raised front the ground unharmed, but no such luck for the racer, as he stood in the ground, broken and screaming. 

The race continued as nothing had happened as a commitive were quick to remove the broken chariot and the broken man before the next lap.

The white chariot had taken the clear advantage, followed closely by the red, and now the green who had proven to be a dirty player.

The great senator families were not supposed to be as influential in these games, but the Lannisters had broken that tradition by getting heavily involved with the red faction….

The race ended with no more gruesomeness, giving the victory to the white faction, and yet… you had a bitter taste in your mouth because of what you witnessed.

The sun was bright over the skies, but you had barely noticed it because of the excitement… but it was short lived, as they announced a special set of gladiators fights, in the names they chanted, was the one of Harwin

“You didn’t tell me Harwin was fighting”, you said curtly, Robin looked at you with his signature grin

“It was a surprise”, he offered, “I wanted you to see how good he is doing”

It was a friendly exhibition, three fights happening at the same time, one on each end of the circus, and the other in the middle. 

You got to witness Harwin entering the arena under the cheer of the crowd, he was facing a man as big as him, they called him the hound. He was known for his ruthlessness, and probably not the best for this sort of combat, which wasn’t to the death.

“Robin’, you called urgently, grabbing onto his arm, as you saw the size of that… man…, “what if Harwin dies?”, you asked, suddenly feeling fearful for the man.

You had seen gladiators die brutally upon the sands, yet… not one that you had come to know, much less own. 

“He won’t!”, he said, but he didn’t even sound sure. 

The horns were blown and the fights started. 

From your point of view, Harwin looked like he was having the time of his life, fighting someone who was even bigger than him, and that's saying something, since he was huge. 

The man known as the hound threw himself at him in an almost animalistic way, after Harwin had teased him for long minutes. 

For them this wasn’t a friendly exhibition at all.

You gasped when the man using a big helmet on the head of a dog swung his swords viciously against Harwin, making him drop his shield.

Harwin was barely using something to cover his arms, as his chest was completely exposed, shining with sweat under the afternoon sun. You didn’t realise it then, but you were strangling Robin’s arm driving only on your nervousness that something might befall him.

But in an incredible set of movements, he managed to push his enemy away, and retrieve his shield. Not before giving you a couple of more frights, is that he finally managed to subdue his opponent. Until the fights were over, giving him a clear victory.

Only then you felt like you could breathe again, releasing Robin, who wasn’t as nervous as you were

You didn’t even know why you were acting like this, as concerned. 

The conversation with Robin replaying in your mind… Was Harwin the answer to your troubles? it was certainly better than finding a lover elsewhere, where someone could betray you, and the family you were married into. Harwin was loyal to you and your husband… And you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t find him quite… attractive…

“That was close”, he said, looking at you, he only had to see your face to know what you were thinking, “we better take advantage of him while we can”, he said with that grin you knew too well. “And I think he could use a reward after this amazing fight”, he teased them. You only rolled your eyes.

“This gathering in the Lannister’s will last all night”, he warned with a soft smile

“Have a great evening husband”, you said softly, he kissed your lips and left you, not before winking at you

You knew what he meant, you knew what you had to do, but above all else, you knew what you wanted to do. You waited long seconds, until you were certain he had left, and you called in your faithful body slave

“Thalia”, you called, in seconds she appeared through the thin veil, “can you fetch Harwin?”, you asked her, although it was not to be put to question, she raised her eyebrows but said nothing as she nodded immediately

“Of course Domina”

“And make sure that… nobody is in this wing of the villa but us”, you whispered, she nodded enthusiastically and went quickly to fetch him

You dropped your tunic, leaving yourself with only a sheet tunic underneath, one almost transparent, that left nothing to the imagination.

This was it, this was you going after what you wanted, what you needed, and maybe, getting something for you in return. 

He came quicker than you expected, hearing two sets of steps down the hall, the first silent ones of Thalia, and others.

Was it only you? Or the wine inside the goblet seemed to ripple because of the strength of the steps? Thalia stayed outside, it was only Harwin who used his thick arm to raise the fabric that served to separate the spaces in your home

He seemed truly surprised when he saw you, waiting for you as you were a whore in a Lupanar.

“Domina”, he greeted, doing a small courtesy, bending his neck, bowing his head in your direction

“Harwin”, you said back, his eyes were back on you in a second, and he looked, and his gaze stretched without feeling a bit of shame

“How are you fearing?”, you asked then, he showed no signs of being injured in the exhibition, “is the training proper? is your quarters to your liking?”, he seemed to chuckle, but he hid it well.

“You and dominus show an hospitality towards me that would be shown at only the finest of guests”, he said nodded courtly, his eyesight, again, not drifting from your sheer shape

“I’m glad, would you like some wine?”, you asked him, but he shook his head

“So far I've been liking my new job”, his voice was so thick it made your knees buckle, his eyesight on your breasts, his innate dominance was taking predominance over yours, and you couldn’t have that, you wanted to hold onto the power. 

“Stop that”, you demanded, not really knowing what you wanted him to stop to begin with, perhaps his dominant demeanour, “I’m in control here”, you said shakily, but by only looking at you, you knew he had you.

“Yes domina”, he said, with a wide smile on his teasing lips. There was an awkward silence between the both of you, as he looked back at you with sharp eyes and a teasing smile. 

“Robin thinks that you look like you could be related”, you threw in there

“We might”, he offered, “well, we both have… two eyes and a nose”, he finish his ‘joke’ with a healthy chuckle, the corner of his eyes wrinkling 

“Do not jest!”, you said, “you are of course not kin, but at least you have similar coloring”, he kept his smile as he looked at you with those big green eyes of him

“What do you need from me, domina?”, he asked then. although you had a feeling that he might already know, you wouldn’t be showing yourself at him like this for any other reason, and as his common demeanour was of a man who seemed like he was always going to get laid. 

“We need an heir”, you started, “and I… want a babe, I feel lonely and Robin needs an heir”, you echoed nervously, power be damned, you surrender it the second he enters the room.

“You want me to lay with you”, he said softly, his smile unwavering. He was indeed expecting it, but not less happy because of it. 

“I know you are a… servant of my husband, and I will not make you do this if you find it distasteful”, you said, “it’s just… I thought…”, he interrupted you by dropping his subligaria at once, revealing his manhood to you.

You gasped at the sight

Is not like you haven't seen one before, but this one was… big, and perfect, already hard, pointing to the ceiling, pink at the tip

“Like I said…”, he said, “I’m very much enjoying my new patronage”, he said, “but I want to know..”, he saw you doubt, as you looked everywhere nervously, “how you want to do this”

“What is your meaning?”, you asked, he took bold steps towards you, and it took everything in you to hold your place.

Soon his hot breath was upon you, and his strong presence was all you cared about, all you could see, feel and touch if you wanted to.

“If you are in command…”, he teased, with a soft smile, his fingers, although so big, barely touched the skin of your shoulder, as if they were merely butterflies, toying with the strap of your dress, “...or if you wish for me, to take the lead…”

Oh you wanted him to lead, to ravish you, to possess you, to grab you, throw you in the bed and do whatever he pleased with you, have his way with you. 

But something wouldn’t let you, perhaps the rational part still left.

You thought… thoroughly on how you wanted to do this, you wouldn't want for him to take you as you were a slave, from behind, but you wouldn’t want him on top of you either.

So you took matters into your own hands, pushing him back from his shoulders and making him sit on the couch of the room. He was again amused by you, but he let you move him without complaint nor doubts. - you could have never dreamt of moving him an inch against his will. His hands, you could tell, moved of his own accord, out of pure instinct, and grabbed your stola, making you remove it over your head, leaving you completely bare, and… you couldn’t care less. The feeling of his hands grabbing onto anything they could numbed you almost immediately, soothing all your nerves. 

He had proven to be greedy and willing in a few seconds, as you felt his cock underneath you, literally dripping to be inside you. You wondered if it was proper to kiss him, but the doubt resolved itself as he was right there, his face in front of yours, and he kissed you hungrily.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, drawing him in even more as he devoured your mouth with his. 

His hand sneaked in between your legs, and you gasped in his mouth, he slipped then in between your already slippery folds. You moaned in his mouth as he started teasing you open for him, in preparation for what was to come. 

He took his time, teasing you and getting you even more wet for him, and you were ready, moaning and moving your hips desperately for more, he, in a single movement, moved you from his lap until you were laying on the bed, and he was on top of you in a second.

“Are you ready for me… domina?”, he asked, as breathlessly as you were, you nodded, not being able to resist it much longer. “Need your words”, he whispered, looking into your eyes with his beautiful ones

“Yes, please”, you moaned, spreading your legs even further apart. He sunk himself inside you, slowly, but surely. You felt a very strong pressure, and then a fullness that took your breath away. You felt like you couldn’t move, but at the same time, that you’d die if he didn’t. 

He retrieved himself only to push inside you once more, making you moan. It was a stretch, it was painful, and yet… you wrapped your legs around his waist, only to encourage him to push inside even more.

“Someone’s eager”, he admired, caressing the outer side of your thighs. 

It seemed like he knew how to play you like an instrument, drawing from you beautiful sounds that you didn't even know were capable of making. 

He took you slowly yet passionately, caressing every inch of you, until he made you cum on his cock.

“They say that to get a pup inside a woman’s belly, is more effective this way”, he explained as he was the finest of medicus and you believed him, when he used his fingers on you too, to draw even another orgasm from you, and only then, he cummed inside you. You felt it, the way he unloaded.

He stood still inside you for a couple of minutes, then he released you softly, and as gently as he could. 

You released yourself from his grapes, turning on your side, feeling completely satisfied. But you felt him move behind you, his big hands grabbing your hips. 

“Wait… again?”, you asked, still out of breath

“Well, if this is in search of an heir, we better get it right”, he said simply. Kissing you again. 

Before you could string a coherent thought next to another he was inside you again, stealing your breath, and another climax from you. 

The sun was shining over the horizon when he released himself from the sheets and kissed your naked shoulder

“Domina”, he greeted, his tone still teasing you despite everything, and then left you on the bed, his seed dripping from you, making the inside of your things sticky. Three times he had you, releasing himself inside you. 

And as you surprisingly discovered, you have been so scared of losing him, that you were glad he did. 

taglist! @newtmyhusb @dornishannie @rebeccawinters

Post chapter notes: I don’t know why I picked Robin… I guess is the one noble I thought that could… share some facial features with Harwin, think about an aged Lino Facioli, they at least have the same shade of hair color, a prominent nose and maybe something in the eyebrows. hehe sometimes the characters just take life on their own. 

[littleesistler]

Heeyy! Just wanted to ask you, what’s your favourite tease for tickling!? 💚

Gosh do I really need to chose just one😭❤️

That’s so cruel so guess what, I’ll give you a list of one of my favorite from each of my ler categories😔🫶😈

Verbal ones

😆Playful - oh my look who’s giggling already, you seem so exited dear~

😍Creative - looks like my kitten swallowed a squeaky toy, see you squeak when I press here~

👹Tickle monster - I’m addicted to your laughter, I just can’t get enough from my sweetheart~

😤Being mean - come on I barley even scratched you on the surface and you’re squealing from a little scrape of my acrylics~

🥰Babying - awwww my poor little puppy guppy wuppy all giggly and wiggly in my lap~

🤭Possessive - such a good little lee for me, laughing like that and the best part is your laughter is all mine muahaha~

😖Confidence boost - you look so happy right now and that’s all that counts! you deserve to laugh and relax in my lap like this~

Nonverbal ones

👐Playful - wiggling fingers around your face

☝️Creative - tracing words like tickle and lee in the air

🙏Tickle monster - licking my lips and rubbing my hands together

👀Being mean - pretending not to see you

🤌Babying - making a pouty face and pinching the air around you

👏Possessive - blowing a few kisses and crossing my arms

🫰Confidence boost - giving a few thumbs up and wiggling my thumbs

So in conclusion my favorite tease is anything that’s very specific to my lee, that makes them squirm giggle and melt without having to tickle them hard at all. So that’s why I got lots of different “ler settings” to find the perfect match for my victim- oh I mean buddy eheh (gosh I’m way to mean to all my rp lees you know you you are hehe)

Thank you so much for the ask and I hope you enjoyed my rant eheh ❤️🫶

[eldritchamy]

omg i completely forgot about the grand folia hotel. i read it when it came out, it rewired my whole dang brain, and then i moved on. aaaa im gonna go reread it right now even though I've been up all night and need to sleep (there aren't any plants around to stop me from making self-destructive sleep cycle decisions muahaha). thank you for your post about it! also if it's alright to offer a recommendation, Hospitable Takeover on Readonlymind.com was the second ever HDG fanfic and in my opinion greatly informed the tone of the setting in 2021 and 2022. It's also just super cozy and comfy and a perennial favorite of mine ^w^

You're welcome for the brainworms!

I understand completely, I'm not sure WHAT chapter 10 did to me but I think my brain is a torus now. I didn't THINK I had a free use kink (I PROBABLY still don't, at least as a participant), but I didn't think I had a PETPLAY kink either until this fucking universe started turning me inside out a few days ago.

I'm already rereading The Grand Folia Hotel myself because I feel like given the plot there's a lot more to get out of it by reading it through a second time (somehow I didn't realize that Phoebe was basically in a perpetual lesbian bluescreen from the moment she stepped into the garden in chapter 1).

Plus it was just EXTRAORDINARILY HOT and I can't wait to watch Phoebe/Amaranth get broken all over again.

It's a shame the story didn't keep going into the ongoing corruption and implantation past her initial surrender, the characters had such good chemistry with each other that I'm really craving more of them. Would have LOVED a chapter or two (or six) of newly implanted pinnates, especially with how amused Celosia was by the fact that they fucking tricked her into taking them at all. Celosia and Phoebe are fucking perfect for each other.

Her revenge must have been DELICIOUS.

And GOD Becca must have been so fucking smug about it once Phoebe was ACTUALLY a floret. I need to know the teasing that happened once she got her real implant.

This is what I meant in a previous post when I said I was "frothing at the cerebellum" to read it again. I'm going actually insane.

Which, as many new people are I'm sure rapidly learning about me, means it is Once Again Infodump Time, because I suffer from a terminal case of Someone Needs To Shut Me Up With A Kiss disease. (I am also a long sufferer of Capitalizes Letters For Emphasis syndrome.)

I'm like the free use kink of infodumping, a bunch of people seem to have figured out how to make me do it almost on queue, and they do it, because they think it's cute. I don't DENY that it's cute, but god does it seem to cost me a lot of the time that I meant to spend reading about the good little florets.

I CAN'T keep taking an hour to write every goddamn post I make about HDG. WHEN WILL I SLEEP? More importantly, WHEN WILL I FINISH REREADING CHAPTER TWO? It took me four extraneous paragraphs to even mention that the read more continues exactly from the train of thought I left off on an aforementioned four paragraphs ago! God, I need help.

AND Phoebe never even saw herself in a mirror ONCE in the story! I want to know what happened the first time she saw what the Class Gs were doing to her! (Do you think Celosia put her in Doll Mode and made Amaranth pose in front of a mirror and be perfectly still, watching her own blank expression obediently while Celosia and Jazz just relentlessly caressed her with every imaginable affection? Do you think Phoebe's wake up trigger was Amaranth saying "Good dolls know they are deserving of love. I'm a good doll and I am worthy of love"? Do you think, beyond the moment when she accepted she was meant to be broken by Celosia's will, that that was the moment she understood what it meant to be put back together, and it was the moment she truly felt, and for the first time could not deny or run away from, that she was the happiest she'd ever been? Because I DO think that happened. And I need it.)

It even would have been nice to see INDRA further along in her own corruption later on. Altiss seemed like a good influence on her, it was really sweet that she had that nice moment with Phoebe at the end of the Matinee.

I'm STARVING for more of that specific story, it was SO good. (Keysmasht, if you ever see this somehow, how much of my soul do you want for a few more chapters? I'll beg.)

Hell, I might beg for permission to write those chapters MYSELF someday. That story is too good for there to not be more of it.

Anyway.

Thanks for the recommendation! I can't BELIEVE I've never heard of this setting before now, it's extremely my shit (apparently) and I'm loving the discovery of new, interesting content that I can not fucking put down. Judging by the tags on my posts, and a friend on discord, flinging myself headfirst into all of this has inspired a few other little seedlings to follow me into florethood.

Recommendations from people more familiar with the setting and stories are definitely welcome, though I can't promise I'll get to any one particular story soon.

Abscission and Divaricated come up in a lot of recommendations for lore reasons? But I've been putting off some of the longer stories like those and Dog of War because they're HUGE commitments and it's so hard not to consume as many stories as possible.

Except, of course, for the fact that I keep rereading the ones I've already gone through because I like what they did to my brain.

I'm struggling not to make TWO other ones I've already read (the original and Inosculate) the next ones on the list after rereading Grand Folia.

Hospital Takeover sounds like an EXCELLENT recommendation, I LOVE cozy and comfy stuff within a primarily kink setting. I'm SO glad the second one I ever read was A Normal Grocery Run During Which No Domestication Occurs. I adore the way SapphicSounds writes dorkier more nervous Affini, and I'm glad I got to see THAT QUICKLY how much of a tonal range there was in HDG stories.

Sleepy Bitch also sounds cute, so I wanna do that one soon.

Also the reading of any particular one is slow going because unfortunately my brain is absolutely churning with ideas of my own. I'm VERY tempted to do a pinnates one because I'm absolutely HOOKED on that concept in particular. I already know one of their names and I just came up with a great title for the story while ...rather vividly imaging a very intense domming scene.

I do want to read a fair bit more before I try my hand at writing one, though. While I've got enough domme in me to feel like I could do some of the Affini taunting justice (seeing Akash in the first story use almost the exact domming style I go for was... enlightening, to say the least; now I know why I get such good keymashes out of my teasing victims), I want to have a bit more confidence in the world itself first to make sure I get it right.

But it's far from the first time I've considered writing erotica. I definitely have the brainworms for it at the moment.

[sweetmariihs2]

Cedric Masterlist update - and the search for the STF magazines 💫🎂

I have like. A whole notes file full of links I've been collecting to add to the Cedric masterlist, and at the same time I've bought and scanned around what, 7 stf magazines? That I own.

That's a part of the notes file that I have, there are more links (some of the links are from some of you guy's blogs, it's an honor to have them in my masterlist)

I want to add these links to my masterlist BUT I need to add the links to the magazines first, since we can't know for sure how many links a Tumblr post can support

That's A LIE since my masterlist has more than 100 links counted and they all still work

So since I'm prioritizing the links to the magazines I'm still going to put on Google drive (and the (money to buy) and hours I spent scanning each one of them), I can't add the links that I have collected my notes app because I don't know what's the link limit

Since not all the magazines that I bought has Cedric in them, some of them logically would be cut out of the masterlist, which would make things really messy cuz the most organized option would be to have all of them in the same place

So I'm thinking about making them a separate post and add a link to it in the Cedric masterlist instead.

BUT I CAN'T DO THAT YET

All of the magazines in brazillian portuguese that I found to buy on Google... I... already bought them... (they were three) and they're already scanned and in my hands muahaha

So the best places to search for the rest are, obviously, on the internet, and SHOCKINGLY, in person.

Because I live in a small brazillian town, I go to magazine stands since I was a little girl. In my town there were some, and you could find those official and unofficial magazines quarterly made, themed around characters such as Monster High, Strawberry Shortcake, Disney Princesses and of course Sofia The First

In that small town that I live in, unfortunately all the magazine stands changed a lot and they don't sell that stuff like they did some time ago. Now many are just street vendors. There were like, three of them in my town? When I tell you it's small, IT'S BECAUSE IT IS

And because it is small, when we (me and people from my town) want to go to better hospitals, consult with doctors, even shopping with a major variety of shops, we go to the neighboring town that's a little bit bigger than ours

AND SURPRISINGLY THE MAGAZINE STANDS THERE ARE STILL ALIVE AND SELLING REAL MAGAZINES

I guess a huge reason behind it is the interest that people are having in buying japanese mangas, and I'm seeing a lot of manga there, and because that town has a little more movement than mine, people are constantly passing through and buying, keeping those sellers' shops and the culture of reading on paper still alive

Whenever I go there, it's because I need to see a doctor, dentist, or rent dresses for a party or wedding, I never go just "to go". I'm autistic so I don't usually leave my town without one of my parents, I'm a little scared actually (help, I can't get used to my age) but I'm thinking about taking courage and trying at least once to being able to shop, without having to follow my parents everywhere they go or hearing complaints about them wanting to go home already. Because when I go with my parents to do something specific there, we can never go to places that I want to visit, like stores for example, except when they are on the way to the place we're going to, and it needs to be fast or else they're gonna start to rush me

The last time I went there, for an eye exam, there was a magazine stand near the doctor I went and I managed to find two STF magazines in the short 10 minutes I was there, with my eyes dilated with eye drops, that is, without seeing almost anything. There are five magazine stands there (I just looked through google maps) that I've never visited, even the one I went to and I couldn't look for the magazines properly because of my parents rushing me and my blurred vision. I actually made a post about my visit there and the magazines that I bought.

Furthermore, a friend of mine visited some stationery stores there and brought me as a gift a card of STF stickers, which I use in my sketchbook, and told me that she went to 5 stores and all of them had STF stuff, including more cards of stickers. I got a card that had some Sofias and a Fauna sticker on it, my friend told me that there are other cards with Flora and Merryweather that complete the set, the same with Amber, but she only brought me one as a gift she knew I would like. I really want to look at these stationery stores too, and find her other sisters to add them to my sketchbook 🥺

But yeah, going back to the subject, I still belive I didn't found all the available STF magazines in my region yet. As shocking as it may be, it's easier for me to find them in person than on the Internet, I'm lucky enough that my region has things like this, magazine stands that sell some really old stuff simply because no one bought them in 2015, and they are still there waiting to be bought.

As soon as I go there and FINALLY look everywhere I can (I'm 100% sure I'll find more magazine issues), and finally scan them, to finally make a post listing them, then I'll be able to add the link to the blog in my Cedric masterlist.

But I can't because I have to wait for a day when one of my parents has to go there, OR MAYBE, have a conversation with them and prepare myself to leave the city alone for the first time, and it would have to be on a day when I don't have classes to go to, plus I want to call a friend so I won't have to go completely alone. WAIT THIS WEEK I HAVE IT, IT'S TOMORROW, SHOULD I?

I think it's very close and I won't be able to prepare properly, plus I would have to talk to my parents first and schedule everything with my friend. I don't think it will happen tomorrow. I think the best thing to do is wait for my parents to have something or work to do there, and take a few minutes out of their visit to go to some magazine stands and stationery stores. I can go alone but I never did this before HELP it's one hour away 😭

I'll ask if my mother if she would like to go there just to do some shopping and spend some time together, she sometimes likes to go and buy some things there, we'll see

Telling you all this may make this masterlist and magazine thing seem like a lot of work, but I actually love doing it, it's therapeutic

live laugh love hyperfocus ❤️

Edit: I forgot to add something to this post so I made a part two.

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2023/Day 03 - Villain

Nu: Carnival - Blade x Garu (feat. Eiden)

As Eiden felt the knots around his body getting a little tighter than expected, he started wondering if agreeing with this whole thing was a good idea after all. He knew Blade wouldn’t actually harm him, but he wasn’t sure about getting carried away by a little game…

“All done, darling,” Blade mused as he finished restraining the grand sorcerer with a bow tie. “Oh, I mean, cahem, you are not going anywhere, muahaha,” the e-droid corrected himself, getting back into character. He was really invested in it, Eiden thought.

Suddenly, before the two of them could chat any longer, the sound of the door suddenly being slammed open echoed through the room. Garu, wearing one of Aster’s fancy towels around his neck to mimic a cape, stood proudly in the entrance. “Stop right there, you villain!” 

As much as the young yokai tried to sound mad, it was hard for him to hide how happy and excited he was in playing the hero. Blade grinned - sticking to his role - and stood in front of Eiden. “It’s over, Garu-Garu! Darling is mine!”

The duo waited, with Garu peeking over to the side and Blade looking over his shoulder as they both waited for the grand sorcerer to continue with his line. Eiden sighed, he agreed to participate in it, after all, right?

“Ah, right… Oh no. Help me, Garu, I’m so scared,” he said, not really sounding in panic, but giving a good-enough acting to the duo that eagerly continued their game.

“Let master go, villain!” Garu insisted, making Blade let out another “evil” laughter.

“Make me, Garu-Garu!”

With that one last line, the two clan members ran into each other. Eiden’s eyes opened wide, already fearing that they would actually have an all-out while playing around and - much worse: damage Aster’s mansion. But before he could speak, the duo clashed against each other.

Eiden closed his eyes, afraid that anyone would end up hurt, but it turned out a bit different than he expected.

“G-gyahah, l-lehehet me goo! ~” Garu giggled, kicking his feet in the air as Blade kept his waist straddled.

“Fight me if you can, Garu-Garu, or admit darling is mine,” Blade teased, his fingers continuing to tickle the wolf pup’s sides, wiggling them into his lower ribs and stomach. Garu’s tail wagged rapidly, as if following the happy sounds of his laughter. “Nehehever! M-Mahahaster is mihihine!”

“Uh… guys?” Eiden muttered, slightly squirming inside his bonds.

“Then face the consequences!” Blade shouted - not able to hide the happiness in his voice tone anymore - as he dug into Garu’s ribs, making the yokai literally howl in mirth.

“I-I’ll sahahave you, mahahaster!” Garu cackled, pressing his eyes as he couldn’t stop the e-droid’s ticklish attack, using his best efforts to take it as well as he could.

Eiden sighed, leaning back into the wall behind him. “I’m sure you will, my hero,” he said, already knowing this would take a while…

A/N: THESE TWO ARE SO CUTE TOGETHER, I LOVE THEM WAHHH- Anyway, cahem, I hope you guys liked this one, I had such a blast writing it ehehe

[crazycatsiren]

No trick-or-treaters, lol and muahaha, all the Halloween candies are MINE! 🍫

[desultory-novice]

MariPav Omake Ficlet - “...With Lingering Side Effects”

@driftwoodmfb drew the result(s) of what would happen if you fused MariPav's Marx and Magolor together and for some reason my mind went right to the classic "matter transporter accident" trope. 

So, I wrote a little script bit exploring that very thing...!! (It’s mostly fluffy with a side of thoughtful!)

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<On the ship>

Magolor: "Muahaha... Now THIS is interesting...!"

Marx: "What?"

Magolor: "Did you know, Marx, that the Lor actually has a matter transportation function...for people!"

Marx: "Like a teleportation spell?" "I don't see what the big deal is. I can use teleportation magic. Doesn’t require an Ancient artifact.”

Magolor: "How wonderful for you. Have you considered others for once in your life?" "Now, what's interesting about this is that it's not listed among any of the ship's main systems. It's buried deep within the code. I'm not sure I would have discovered it had I not had to make so many custom routines to speed up data processing to deal with the extreme workload I'm putting on the ship given its power supply. Isn't life is full of little miracles?!"

Marx: "Mags...? Did you stop to consider this function might be hidden because they never got all the bugs figured out?"

Magolor: "We'll find out. As I'm testing it right now!"

Marx: "...Heh! Good luck not getting turned inside out!"

Magolor: "Same to you. Heh heh heh."

Marx: "...Huh?"

Magolor: "I'm teleporting us both! Simultaneously. For safety's sake."

Marx: "S-Safet--?! Hey, hey, hey! Hold up, you mad scient---!"

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<BWEEM to just outside the volcano>

???: "...iiiiiist.......?"

???: "Huh. We didn't end up trapped inside a rock like I feared we would. But of course, I trusted myself the entire time. No I didn't? I thought that was insane. How long have I been living on this crazy planet that I've taken to experimenting with poor, innocent, positively-fascinating-though-often-annoying creatures like myself to... Hmm?? Why am I...both of us...?!"

Margolox: "Wha--ooh, hey, this is...fascinating!"

Margolox: "Also, I have...legs again. Except I've always had legs. Not...always...? Mostly, then. Mostly...?? Well, hmm, I'll just have to agree to disagree on this with myself, won't I? No, it's the hands are new. Are they really? Completely new? In this form? Yes, didn’t I explain that to myself? Interesting. Then I'd love to know what's different about them. Though I already know, don't I...? I know...so much... Two lifetimes worth..."

Margolox: "There are so many memories now. Conflicting ones. And ones that feel...frighteningly similar. And memories I don't want to touch. Are those MY memories that I'm afraid to revisit...or do I want to avoid them because they are MINE and I'm the one looking at them, not myself? Is it because I'm me and not me that I'm afraid to let myself get any closer to me? But...if I'd know that I was so much like me, maybe...I wouldn't have to be afraid to let myself in a little..."

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<BWEEM to back inside the ship>

Marx: "...GAH!!!!'

Magolor: "...Ah..."

Marx: "What the hell, Mags?!" "...Huh? We're ourselves again?!"

Magolor: "...Yes. What, did you think I HADN'T planned for the possibility of this orphaned routine accidentally scrambling our data together and fusing us into an amalgamate being? (We have entertainment programs on Halcandra. I know my sci-fi tropes!)" "I set several failsafes and some very generous rollback code to restore us to our original physiological patterns after a set period of time if any of the expected anomalies occurred."

Marx: "Maybe you’re a genius after all? Doesn't make you any less of a mad scientist though!"

Magolor: "You like the fact that I play fast and loose with my morals."

Marx: "Who said I do?"

Magolor: "...Your mind."

Marx: "...!!!"

Magolor: "Though I need to correct you on your assumptions. It's not purely thrill-seeking on my part. My choices are born from necessity--"

Marx: "I know. I...saw...the the stuff you had to go through..."

Magolor: "...Mm......"

Marx: "It messes with your head to have other people's thoughts in there, I know..."

Magolor: "Yes... And yet...as galling as the invasion of privacy was..."

Both: " "..." "

Both: ((..I found it strangely comforting...))

Magolor: "W-well...I say we break on repairs for the day!" "The one thing I hadn't planned for was the, err, let's call it a mental toll. I may need some time...to sort through things a little."

Marx: "Same."

Magolor: "...Marx?"

Marx: "Yeah, Mags...?"

Magolor: "..." "Nothing."

<They head off in opposite directions>

Both: (( ...It was maybe the first time I didn't feel so alone...))

Both: (( ...now that feeling's gone...and all that's left is emptiness...))

<Later>

Marx: (My legs...hurt. My back too. Like I could never get comfortable. It hurt the whole time we were fused together. Magolor can’t be in that much pain constantly...can he...?)

Magolor: (Marx’s mind... It was so crowded with-...I don’t even know WHAT that was... But I don’t understand how he can concentrate on anything when his brain is always screaming...)

[mxnkeydo]

ATPWH UPDATE!!

atpwh is officially past 10K!!! i am fr so excited-

3 weeks until it releases (or so i hope, if im busy and cant write it might be a lil late pls dont kill me !!)

im almost near the kiss scene and OH MY LORD I CANNOT WAIT its not like GRAND or anything but its going to be good...i hope *crosses fingers*

so anyway there's the update and snippets for ya'll!!

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“Can we eat?” Brynne whined, pouting. “I’m hungry.”

“You’re always hungry,” Aru shot back, rolling her eyes as she tried to stay serious. Rudy snickered, smirking at her, Mini burst into a fit of giggles, and what could Aiden do but join in? The joy on each and every one of their faces was something he would never get tired of seeing. Because sometimes, home isn’t a place; home is your people. For him, it was these people, his friends that were as close to him as family. 

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Aiden didn’t think about yesterday. He didn’t jump to tomorrow. Instead, he let that warm, cozy feeling wash over him, and enjoyed the now.

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“The Swedish fish are mine,” Aru declared, hiding the candy packets in the crook of her elbow protectively. “And yes, that is a threat.”

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“Look up, dumbass!”

Aiden’s head shot up and then he was staring in the face of…

Mistletoe.

“Oh,” Aru breathed. In the background, he heard Rudy say,

“What does that mean?”

Mini not-so-quietly whispered back, “It means they kiss each other.” She made a slightly disgusted face, like she was thinking about all the germs and bacteria that were involved.

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i purposely chose the last snippet...CLIFFHANGER MUAHAHA-

also im sorry for the torture @fish-ofishial123

also fishy i was wondering if you wanted to help edit? idk how that would work tho and only if you want, no pressure!

[konoha-silverforest]

Disclaimers

...for the whole series "Konoha's Silver Forest".

Here is the link for the first part. <3

Hey there! Just a few quick disclaimers before you dive into the story:

About the narrator: It’s omniscient! I mean, kinda knows everything happening and what everyone’s thinking, but each chapter focuses on a main POV. Whenever you see bold text, that’s actual thoughts from the character we’re focusing on in that chapter!

It’s mostly Kakashi and Moriki-centric. Other characters and pairs are going to get their time too though! 🤗 I’ll keep you updated as we go.

Power levels in Naruto? Yeah, they drive me crazy too. I mean, come on, Kakashi’s a genius! A genin at six years old! But somehow, he’s not allowed to shine as much? Not on my watch! I know he’s not the main character, but come on.

Sticking (mostly) to canon! The plan is to stay close to the original Naruto timeline and events, but with some tweaks.

Kakashi’s protective streak—we all know it’s there. So yeah, I think that would totally translate to him looking out for Team 7 more. Expect some more wholesome Kakashi moments with his squad!

Sakura hate? Not here! Yes, she got on my nerves in the genin days (like, come on, before the Chunin exams...), but let’s give her some credit. She’s a civilian-born ninja, 12 years old, and by the Blank Period, she outpaced even Naruto in growth. No fancy reincarnations, tailed beasts, or crazy eye powers—just hard work! And she’s part of the new Sannin!

Genin Sasuke and Naruto? Sigh. They definitely made some facepalm-worthy decisions. “I’m an avenger, muahaha,” and Naruto’s “Let’s charge into battle headfirst!”... But hey, they were kids!

The age thing in Naruto bothers me too. Child soldiers? Yikes. It’s a bit much, but it’s the Naruto world, so I’ll follow the rules, even if I don’t agree with them. Just know it doesn’t reflect my values or anything like that. The mindless violence isn’t my vibe either, but this is how the story rolls.

And of course the official ones:

Naruto and its characters? Not mine. They belong to Masashi Kishimoto and all the official peeps. This is just me having fun in their world and putting my spin on things. No money involved, just fan-love!

Moriki and other original characters/ideas? Those are mine! So, please don’t take or repost without asking. Sharing is cool, stealing is not.

Heads up on themes! There will be some heavier emotional stuff, action, and possibly mature content. If that’s not your vibe, feel free to skip around or take breaks!

Enjoy the ride, and thanks for reading! 💖