#because she cares so deeply she does her best to understand all sides

[anmaries]

I think about this issue sometimes because she’s soooo quick on her feet. She’s always ready to jump into action and figure out a situation. It makes sense why people like steve rogers keep wanting her to be a leader type; she’s empathetic, she’s smart, and she’s decisive. she knows how to make those split second decisions and she’s all about putting herself in the line of fire to keep everyone else safe (see also: rogue not caring about herself and so the choice of self sacrifice is an easy one if it means saving her loved ones / innocent people)

[nayaesworld]

Mafioso

Mafia!Terry Richmond x Black!OC (Marina Evans)

Warnings: SMUT, fluff, 18+ CONTENT

Part Three

Summary: An apologetic Terry has grown tired of he and Marina’s time apart. He does what he can to win back her affections, but he’s only a true winner if she accepts.

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TERRY

That burn. That burn that Terry had welcomed for a week straight now. The buildup of lactic acid in his bulky biceps propelled him forward into his workout as he lifted the weights up and down, Kendrick rapping lyrics of black empowerment into his ear. The gold beats thumped with bass against the sides of his head locking him in further. But Kendrick’s lyrics and the loud drum of his heart couldn’t beat out the irritation of his actions last week.

He didn’t regret beating the man, only how he’d spoken to Marina afterwards. She didn’t deserve the bite in his voice, that was reserved for the ones that had wronged and slandered him and she had done no such thing. Terry was embarrassed and apologetic, overcome with a need to be at her feet begging. He missed their time together, their conversations, her touch. He had thought over a million ways to approach her and apologize and had pissed himself off with the ideas. Marina was different from any woman he had ever courted, she deserved a well put together and thoughtful apology.

Workout concluded and his mind on a hot shower, he headed out of his home gym and headed to his bedroom. A loud thump in his kitchen stopped him in his tracks. He was home alone and he didn’t have any TVs on in that area of his house.Something wasn’t right.He quietly pulled open the reeded glass door to the left of him and entered the code to his gun safe before carefully picking up the tan Glock 19. He crept slowly to the front of his house, breathing even and smooth as he checked every corner in his passing.

“Boy put that gun down and come help your mother, why are you all wet and filthy?’He sighed heavily to himself before placing the gun down gently on the mantle of his fireplace.

He kissed her cheek and helped her carry in the groceries and cases of water. “ I thought you were mad at me?”

” I was scared and disappointed. I just want what’s best for you..but you’re a grown man and you have been for quite some time.” He pulled out a seat at his kitchen island for her, and sat next to her.

”I understand that mama but I want what’s best for her, and regardless of anything your approval does matter to me.” Terry popped the cap from a cold bottle of water and leaned into his mother‘s touch.

”And how are you so sure you can offer that?”

”Carmen liked that savagery.” She continued. “That means streak in you..she often pulled it out of you, that’s how much she enjoyed it.”

” She’s not Carmen mama, I said that already. She doesn’t enjoy savagery and violence..I know that now because I made the mistake of showing that side of me and now she won’t speak to me. I owe her an apology”

” You’re so sure this girl is right for you and yet these things displease her. I haven’t heard from you in days, how am I to be sure that this isn’t just another bad emotional attachment to another woman that’s controlling your emotions?”

Terry exhaled deeply and took his mothers hand into his. She was cautious, he understood that but she needed to put his relationship with Carmen out of her mind just as he did.

” You can trust that because I’m your son, and I learn from all my mistakes. I would never repeat them, you can trust that I would never bring another mindless and disrespectful woman around you again. And when I make things official between me and her I want you to enjoy and care for her just as much as I do.”

She nodded her head and pulled him into a hug. “ I always trust you to make the right decision. Now go shower so you can help with dinner.”

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Marina

Marina’s Saturday was already proving to be relaxing and she had plans of self care and binge watching the first season of The Last of Us while filling her belly with a savory ten piece from Wingstop. First on her To-Do list was a hot oil treatment. She had enjoyed the quick ease of her silk press and loved the length even more, but her scalp cried for moisture and she missed her curls. She placed her hair into a claw clip and tied the strings to her robe tightly, face freshly washed she applied her Dead Sea mud mask evenly around her face.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror and giggled to herself. Terry would’ve wanted to do the mask with her if he was there, he always loved to stand by and watch her beauty routine whenever they were with each other. Marina missed Terry, for all the days she ignored his texts and calls, she had wanted to pick up the phone and tell him that she missed him but she was stubborn. She was pissed with him, and had gone over countless mini arguments with herself on what she'd tell him. How she wanted to grip his goatee tightly in her hand and make him swear off ever acting like that in front of her again. How she would let his intense puppy dog eyes suck her right back into his clutches, where she was fighting so hard to be freed from.

The ringing of her doorbell snapped her from her stupor. This was the quickest DoorDash had ever delivered to her and she was eager to get a break and eat. She swung open her front door and was greeted with the man that had troubled her thoughts for the last week, the man she had growing affections for. The dark denim jeans hugged his muscled thighs and the black sweater loose and slightly cropped as his stomach peeked through slightly. Her bag of food hung in his manicured hands and a black envelope was nestled under his arm.

“You look beautiful Mari.” She sighed and rolled her eyes before reaching for her food.

“I look a mess..but your car looks fine. No dents or scratches.” He handed her her food before stepping closer to her.

“Marina, trust me I get it..if I’d seen something like that I wouldn’t be able to let it go either.”

“So why should I? Terry, you don’t understand how I felt in that moment, how afraid I was.”

“Marina, I owe you an apology and so much more. I can’t erase what I did from your mind, I can only spend time making it up to you if you’ll let me.”

She sighed heavily before she widened her door and let him in. She placed her food on her dining table and sat down, eyes watching as he took a seat next to her. He slid the sleek black envelope her way, hazel eyes burning into her heated cheeks. This is how she got pulled into his trap,his hypnotic eyes and lush pink lips softened the hard exterior she wanted to keep up.

“What’s this an NDA?” He remained unmoved by her snarky remark, a thick arched brow lifting and resting before he motioned for her to open the envelope.

She rolled her eyes before peeling the envelope open. A check for ten thousand dollars stared back at her. Her fingers gripped the paper waiting for the numbers to disappear and scurry away from her. Her face frowned slightly before she spoke.

“I don’t want to be bought Terry.”

“I’m not trying to buy you, I’m just trying to cherish you. Let me invest in you, and take care of you.” Take care of her..that’s what he wanted? Marina had only ever been taken care of by herself and her mother, she didn’t know what it would be like to let a man do it.

“Terry, this is a lot of money to give to someone randomly.”

“It’s not random and neither are you.”

“Take care of me..what would that be like? What would it feel like?” She felt him moving closer and his hand on her shoulder snapped her from her mini daydreaming session.

“Let me show you, lead the way.”

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Terry

The sleeves of his thick cashmere sweater were rolled up to his elbows as he took his time spreading the aloe water detangler through Marina’s coarse strands. He took his time saturating her hair before taking the brush from ends to root in her inky dark hair. She sat quietly in front of him in her vanity chair as he twisted the last section of hair up. She placed a clear shower cap over the detangled sections before turning on her steamer to increase the moisture.

The mud mask had hardened and faded in color on her face and enhanced the shine of her eyes. That striking brown shade that twisted and bent him to her will without her even knowing it. She met his eyes in the mirror once more before she spun around to face him.

“I forgive you Terry. And I’ll keep the money, it seems I do have a use for it..but I want you to promise me that you won’t ever put me in a situation like that again, I won’t forgive you again.”

Terry pulled her to him and circled his arms around her waist, and pulled her flush against his chest. The soft velvety fabric of her robe soft under his rough palm. His mind drifted to what might lie beneath it, how her soft bronze skin would be in his grasp. How touching her would elicit a heat similar to flames beneath his skin, he wanted to touch her—ached to, but he was on her time. What she wanted he would give her.

“I promise..no more of me showing my ass like that around you. You’re a lady, I shouldn’t have been quick to do what I did. Can I kiss you?”

The quick subject change confuses her before she nods her head and allows his lips to capture hers. Terry never believed in butterflies or fireworks behind a kiss, the shit had always sounded fairytale like for him to ever get behind—but he felt something when he kissed Marina. Felt how warm her breath was against his face. How the hand he had pressed against her chest vibrated with the quickened thud of her heart. His free palm cupped the bag of her head forcing her face closer to his. His own heart hammered against his chest and his mind raced a mile a minute. Marina was his. Nobody could come between and nobody could deny him, because if they did he’d simply kill them. Dead people couldn’t give opinions.

“Marina…be mine. Let’s not let any more time pass, I want you…and I want you to want me too. I’m so so sorry for what I did..I’ll spend however long I have to apologizing to you, I don't care.”

“I’m yours Terry. I know you’re a good man..I know you’re sorry. But I’m scared-“

“Scared of what? What people will say? They’re opinions don’t matter to me Marina..only yours. Is it the age gap that you’re afraid of..I never want you to feel like I’m in a position to control you or stake a claim over you.”

They’re age gap would be a big factor of course he couldn’t deny that, but she was grown and he wasn’t some slimy old guy looking to prey on young women. He was enamored with Marina and respected her above all else, doing something to tarnish her reputation and identity as a woman wasn’t what this was.

“It is..I’ve never dated anyone this much older than me. I don’t want people getting the wrong idea about me..thinking that I’m just some young girl that’s hanging around for money. Not that I’m judging those who do..but that’s not what we are, right?”

“I believe the word for that would be sugar baby..and last I checked we didn’t come to any agreement about that sweetheart. As long as I know why you’re with me, I could care less about the ‘they’ of this world. Only you. And me.”

She stood there face covered in a mud mask and her hair slowly reverting under her shower cap and she agreed with him. Beautiful and at peace is how he wanted her…always. He could take a chance on her and try to carve out a slice of heaven in the hell he called his life. But this was scary, he couldn’t control the fate of whatever relationship they would have. And she wasn’t the men he ordered around..this was different and it required a softness from him that he wasn’t familiar with, but he was selfish in that regard.

“Just let me take care of you. The rest I promise we’ll get through together.”

Shortly after their talk Marina disappeared into her bathroom to wash her hair and shower and Terry sat down on the plush chair in the corner of her room. Face scrunched in irritation at the countless messages and phone calls left on his phone. He hated when they did this shit, they had the tools to move and operate without him being present and they insisted on running every little thing through him.

“-Speak and make it quick. I’m busy.” He listened to his cousin Semaj prattle on about shit he already knew. He knew had to go to New York for business, he knew who he was going to meet, and he knew how long he had to be there.

-“You just sat on my phone for two minutes and told me shit I already knew..what part of emergencies only didn’t you get Semaj?”

-“Man T you know you getting up there in age. We gotta refresh your memory every now and then..we ain’t exactly spring chickens, well I am..can’t say the same about you.” He hated the smirk that landed on his face, his stupid ass cousin always found a way to play on his phone.

“-Bye Semaj. Do your part, I know my role.” He hung up the phone and let the scent of Marina's body wash fill his nose.

It smelled like a cafe full of sweet treats. He imagined sniffing her skin and letting the sweet scent infiltrate his thoughts..just like it was now. He didn’t know why he got up and started towards her bathroom door, the steam rolling through the crack of the door like clouds in the wind. She was nothing but a blurry silhouette behind the glass door of her shower, hands scrubbing against her body at a pace that hypnotized him. He didn’t feel bad about watching her..didn’t feel bad about the way his hand nudged the door open further. He walked closer letting the steam surround him, his eyes still trying to peer into the glass for just a moment..just to be consumed by what was behind it.

“Terry? Is everything okay?” Caught. But it was too late to turn back. And he had no plans to.

“I-I just want to watch you..if you want me to leave I’ll go, but I’m not denying my attraction to you.”

The water switched off and the glass door opened revealing her wet nude body. God was a woman; he was sure of that. How could he ever deny her anything when she looked like this..looked at him like this. The heft of her breast and the swell of her belly..it all called to him. The way the water ran down her body and pooled in between her thighs, getting caught on the short hairs of her vulva. His tongue tingled in his mouth and spit began to collect, he had plans to eat tonight.

“I don’t want you to leave..what if I want you to watch me..stay the night please. For me?” She didn’t have to ask him because he had no plans of leaving her home tonight.

A plush towel wrapped around her naked body shielded her perfect body from him. Her wet hand reaching towards him to cup his wrist, the water slowly trickling down the length of his arm as a chill ran up his back. She pulled him towards her room and threw the towel in a nearby hamper, busying herself with selecting a lotion. She bent at the waist slightly heavy ass cheeks jiggling with each step, and he felt his jeans tighten around his crotch area, greed would be his downfall one day.. when it came to her he wanted it all.

The option of her choosing was thick and rich and had notes of toasted macadamia and tonka bean. As if he needed another reason to want to eat her alive. He slid off his sweater and his top half was left covered by a black beater, dark intricate tattoos peeking from beneath the thin fabric. He didn’t want anything in his way when his hands finally were able to massage her supple skin.

“I don’t know where tonight is headed for us..but I trust you. I trust that you’ll make me feel good.”

“I’ll give you that and then some. Marina there are things I want to do to you..things that can never leave this room, but tonight I just wanna taste you.”

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Marina

Hazel eyes stared up at her from his place on his knees in front of her. Big warm hands gripped and groped her while simultaneously smoothing the lotion into her damp skin. The hot kisses he placed to her inner thighs made her stomach shift with anxious anticipation, he was close..so close to where she actually needed his lips. Waiting any longer for his mouth to touch her would result in her combusting, she was so wound up. Everything around her coaxes her further and further into euphoria. The way her hair fluttered against her skin like feathers, the hungry sucking motions from Terrys lips on her, the way her nipples hardened.. she wanted him until the sun came up the next morning.

“Terry..I need you now. If we wait any longer..I don’t wanna cum like this. I want your mouth on me when I do.”

“Marina, I’m moving slowly for you..but if you ask me to speed things up I won’t hold back. Not when you’ve been the object of my desire for this long, you feel that? That’s how I get when I’m around you.”

He gripped her wrist gently and she felt the heavy bulge under her palm, the sheer size of it soliciting a gasp from her. She went a step further and popped the button, sinking her hands into the boxer briefs. A soft thatch of hair running over her skin softly as she finally gripped his length fully. Too many words to explain what she was feeling right now, so she only thought of one; power. And she’d never felt like she had it quite like she did now.

Being lifted and tossed on her bed did little to pull her from her thoughts. Sex with Terry would be freeing, she had been abstaining from it since her twenty-fourth birthday, but she knew she wasn’t ready for penetrative sex tonight. Mentally she just wasn’t ready..but she wanted too so damn bad, but she knew better than to push herself so she’d take what Terry gave her tonight and let it drag her into an orgasmic stupor.

“When’s the last time you had your pussy ate Marina?” His fingertips softly touching the apex of her thighs, smoothing over her skin.

She couldn’t even answer his question because she didn’t remember. The last time it had been done to her she was left unfulfilled and overly annoyed, it was so bad that she had pushed it to the furthest parts of her mind and simply try to forget about it. She knew that there were men out there that could do it well and hoped that Terry was one of them.

“I-I can’t remember..but I remember not enjoying it. He was rushing and didn’t stay where I wanted him to long enough.”

He grunted to himself before moving to kick off his jeans. His bulky body moving back up the bed to capture her lips. “Do I look like the type of man to play with pussy and leave it wanting more? Or will I take this pussy in my mouth like this and make you cum?”

His tongue licked a strip from her weeping hole to her engorged lips. Fingers softly opening her up like a flower before pressing open mouth kisses to her, the sensation almost feeling like a suction when he’d withdraw his mouth. The continuous sensation forcing her shaking legs closed around his head.

“Keep them open or I'll do it for you..let me eat in peace.” His slimy tongue knocked against her pulsing opening a few times before meeting with her clit that began to peek from beneath its hood. She knew if he suckled it for too long she’d cum, she was sensitive to clitoral stimulation and it always gave her quick explosive orgasms.

But he did it anyway and her hands were on his head quickly, pushing softly at his forehead as her eyes itched to roll into her head. A stinging smack to her right thigh shocked her hands away and she hated that she looked down to catch his eyes.

“You wanna keep this pussy away from me..stop it. You don’t know how good this shit is, I’m never not gonna eat you..not when I can watch you fall apart like this.”

“It just- it feels so good.. I don’t think I can handle it anymore.”

Soft kisses to her inner thigh did a lot to soothe her racing mind. She didn’t want to deny herself this but what came next? What was next after that feeling in her stomach kept building, she was scared of how good he could make her feel.

“Then let’s find out. I’ll only go as far as you want me too Marina, but I’m only getting started..just trust me.”

His words brought her some peace and she smirked to herself before he resumed coaxing forward more of that sticky clear liquid from her. She’d glanced down and let his handsome face turn her on more, there couldn’t be anything better to her right now than his handsome chiseled face doused in her essence. The same essence that was pouring from her like a faucet, everything turned her on now. The wet sounds of his tongue swirling around, the grip on her thighs where she hoped he’d leave bruises, her own moans; it was all a recipe for the orgasm she felt approaching.

And when her toes began to curl and her breast bounced with her quickened breaths, she found herself pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. He stayed on that spot, pressing that button over and over again until her hoarse screams filled her bedroom followed by the sweet aftermath. Her low dazed eyes watched him move up to hover over her, his mouth and goatee still dripping from her. Still drunk on lust she jerks him closet by his neck, tongue tasting herself before she slid her tongue into his mouth.

“What about you?” As satisfied and worn as she was, she still thought about him. His thickening bulge more apparent now than it was before.

“Don’t worry about me Mari, just rest now.”

The soft peck to her nose seals the deal as she drifts off into an almost too easy slumber.

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Marina

She awakens the next morning to a full bladder and an empty house. It’s early noon now and she’s eager to shower and dig into a late hearty breakfast. Her loose limbs complete her hygiene routine with ease and she lotions her body before sliding into a brown lounge set.

Her phone dings from its place on her kitchen counter and she’s eager to read a message from Terry.

-Good morning Marina.I stepped out early to take care of some business.I have some things being sent to your house, please accept them. You’ll be accompanying me on a trip to New York. We spent enough time apart so I want you to enjoy this trip on my dime. I’ll call you later.

She hearted the message and replied before smiling to herself. There was no way in hell she was denying herself a vacation, no matter how long they’d be gone. She needed it, hell deserved it even and taking this trio with Terry only sweetened the deal. She wanted to be around him, spending time and learning his likes and dislikes. Her healthy curiosity for him bled into the obvious attraction she had for the man, a blind man could see how beautiful that man was and she was way past ignoring what she really wanted out of life.

Halfway through her late breakfast her doorbell went off. Her Ring app revealed a tall man dressed in a suit holding a few bags in his hands. She walked to the door and opened it, coming face to face with the man where she noticed a name tag; Stephano.

“Good afternoon noon Mam. Are you Ms.Marina Evans?” A slight Italian accent graces her ears before she nods her head.

“Ok great! I’ll just have you sign here..and here. Alrighty you have a good day mam!”

After signing the electronic pad she bids him farewell before taking in the five designer bags filled to the brim. Two of the bags are from Chanel and she gasped loudly at the purses before moving to pull the dresses from the bad next, the fabric feeling expensive and luxurious against her skin. The next two are shoe boxes that carry Christian Louboutin heels, her fingers tracing the red bottom of the Patent Leather Mules before the Sandale Du Desert 100MM Satin Heels caught her eyes and slowly became her favorite. How he had manned to shop for her and executed style so perfectly she did not know, maybe he took a peek into her closet or a look on her socials but he was spot on.

The mast bag smaller size grabbed her attention. A black square case with a small button on the front. Opening the case slowly, she let her hands come up to cover her mouth in surprise. The diamonds were staring back at her as she was almost scared to touch them. A 14K White Gold Chevron Eternity Necklace sparkled and shimmered against the natural light in her living room. She had never seen something so visibly expensive up close and personal before; and she owned it. She snatched her phone from its place on the floor to call Terry, but another ring to her doorbell cut her off.

This time she didn’t check her Ring app and instead opted for looking through her peephole. Her mother stood on the other side. And a slight feel of anxiety washed over her, her mother didn't know about Terry. It was still too soon to tell her now, but she knew any old answer would not suffice with her mother. She’d always expected the truth from Marina. And when she opened the door to greet her, she inwardly winced as her mothers eyes swept over the bags on the floor and landed on the diamonds on her couch.

“Marina..what is all this?” She wanted to lie, and wanted to so badly. But that’s not how she wanted to do this.

“They’re from a uh-a friend. A relatively new one, but a friend nonetheless.” She saw the look on her mothers face and knew what would be said next.

“What kind of friend is buying you designer clothes and bags—and are those diamonds?”

“Ma I’m grown, just trust me. This isn’t anything to worry about, you know me.”

That seemed to be enough for her for now and she moved on from it as Marina moved all the bags into her room. She talked with her mother and caught her up on recent work, her mother doing the same. They went out for lunch shortly after before they parted ways and Marina headed back home, but not before noticing her driveway being once again occupied by that X6

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Terry

Terry left Marina’s house that morning satisfied in a way he hadn’t felt sexually in a while. He was no stranger to the act of pussy eating and had honed his skills years ago between the legs of another woman. But Marina… he spent the drive home sniffing his lip, her scent still trapped in his beard lightly wafting out as his ac pushed out cool air. It took everything in him to wash his beard in the shower as he scrubbed his body, his dick slowly rising amidst the steam of the shower. Just the thought of her, the smoothness of her inner lips..it was all embedded into his mind, scribbled on the front of his brain like a happy memory. Choking his dick to her was pleasure reincarnated, and he had to grip the shower wall a few times to save himself from almost slipping and busting his ass.

And when his nut swirled down the drain with the suds he stepped his spent body out of the shower to finish his hygiene routine. He spent the remainder of his morning shopping and picking out items to send to Marina’s home. A few luxury pieces that would tie together their time in New York. A mixer in Upper Manhattan was pulling him away for work, he hated these events most times. He had to socialize with a bunch of men he could care less about outside of making millions. But not showing wasn’t an option, it would look bad on his part and it would open doors for his position to be challenged. And that was never gonna happen. So he would go, show his face, and make possible new connections but anything beyond that they knew better to ask of him.

By eleven am he had cooked and prepared lunch for him and Marina and he was out the door heading back to her house. He wanted to talk more about New York in person. He sped safely throughout traffic and perked up when her neighborhood came into view. He grabbed the tupperware of warm food in his hand before stepping out and being greeted by Marina also pulling into her driveway. He was right on time.

Her black curls blew lightly in the wind and her eyes smiled behind her black frames, his arms opening as she came in for a hug. Her thick hair tickled his face as he kissed the top of her head rocking her lightly in his arms. Her arms stayed around his waist as they walked into her house.

“Missed me already Smiley?”

He sighed in content at the mention of his nickname, things felt back to normal between them and he would never let anything create a wedge between what they were building.

“I did and I wanted to chat with you about New York. Did you like your gifts?” He moved to place the food on her kitchen island before walking back into the living room to sit next to her.

“Liked doesn’t really cover how I felt about them..I can’t wait to wear everything and enjoy this time away with you. Thank you.”

He wasted no time running down the who,what,when, and where of their trip. He had a full blown itinerary planned for them outside of the mixer. She locked onto every word eager for next Friday to arrive so that the two of them could depart. An impromptu game of dress up had Marina clad in the items that Terry purchased for her, her body even more dangerous when it was draped in the finest. One too many twirls in front of Terry had his face currently back in between her legs as she yelped and purred. Her thighs met her chest as his tongue dipped into the tight confines of her ass next, he accompanied one great feeling with another and his middle finger slowly slid into her soaked pussy.His phone vibrated next to his head made him growl into his meal. Disturbing him while he had a face full of Marina was a death wish.

Semaj: Caught up with Scotty and you won’t believe the shit this nigga is talking. He’ll be at the warehouse, I want him to tell you this shit to your face

Terry read the message twice before locking his phone and tossing it to the other side of the couch. Work found him at the oddest times and he would make his way to the warehouse to see what that shit was about. But something deep down inside him told him he wouldn’t like the answers he got. So he lowered his head back between her legs and continued feasting, pussy was more important at the moment.

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Needed Me 2

Part 2

Natasha x Wife!Reader

Warnings: angst, slight smut, blow!job, slightly mean!

nat.

Summary: heated arguments with Natasha

Authors Note: I’m sorry it took me so fucking long to finish this, I'm okay! but I had major writers block and I wanted to make it good for you guys. I also wanted to put the daughter in here more.

Lena swung her head in your direction, "Mommy I want this one," she whined. The rack of stuffed animals sat on display as your daughter complained about how much she wanted the pink bunny.

"No baby, you remember what mama said."

Last night, Natasha talked to lena about behaving properly. Now that she's getting older you can't keep babying her and supplying all her wants after a tantrum or fit.

So Natasha decided on no extra things outside of the store list for a month so she can learn that you won't be able to get everything she asks for even if she decides on throwing a fit.

"Lena, no means no," scowls natasha. Carrying Mateo in his car seat with her left hand, "Pick her up detka — let's go."

You couldn't help but bite your lip at Natasha's authority

Seeing her do what she does best turned you on in so many ways you couldn't explain. You couldn't stay upset with her no matter how hard you 'tried'.

Heading to your shared bedroom last night, Natasha had a way with her words, instead of hate sex you made love.

You missed her warmth and her touch but there's nothing you miss more than how sexy she looked taking care of her family.

Yes, your wife is a lot of things but you know how deeply she cares for the three of you and if you didn't.. you wouldn't have taken her back.

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You sighed in frustration, "I'm not trying to upset you baby"

"I never said you did," she muttered, gathering the clothes and putting them into the drawer across from you.

Which was a lie, you knew she was upset because you disagreed with her thoughts of not putting lena into school right now.

You brushed your fingers through her red hair trying your best to comfort her, "I understand there's a risk baby but I want her to have a normal child hood"

Natasha chuckles in disbelief,

"You understand nothing."

You scoff, "Natasha? She's my kid too so what don't I understand?" You started walking across the other side of the room away from her.

"Please, humor me." You sat down in the chair next to the open window, your hands slapping your knee as you sat down.

A blank stare on her face caused you to raise an eyebrow, bouncing your leg impatiently waiting for an answer.

It wasn't surprising that you and Natasha got into an argument today, it was always bound to happen. Sooner or later.

"You do shit like this all the time," she mumbles under her breath, trying to make it hard for you to hear.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Natasha?"

Your wife clutches the shirt in hand, more frustration clouding her eyes as she stares at you. She clearly didn't have an explanation, only acting on impulse.

"Am I the one who forged our divorce? If anybody does stupid shit it's you not me." You protest, rubbing your fingers on your temple.

But there's something about crawling under Natasha's skin that pumps you up. Toying with her is what got you here, having two of her kids and married to her for seven years.

She ignores your directed comment, "There's too many risks."

"She's not attending school and that's final," Natasha grumbled, her head was filled with your nagging comments.

"Nat -" you tried to reason with her.

"Don't" She growls, snapping her eyes up at you.

Your mouth clicks shut, "Sorry," you mumble. She knows how well you respond when she gets pissed off.

Sometimes you can't believe the effect Natasha has on you.

She knows your weaknesses and has no problem showing her mastery over you. Something you craved over the past few months, something a certain someone couldn't give you.

You haven't told Natasha, you figured if she ever found out a another woman came around the house, she'll probably kill the girl.

She's too possessive of you to share you with anyone else. It'll tear her ego down, make her seem like she doesn't have control anymore.

—

"What do you know about banana bread, bunny?" Natasha laughs, hearing your daughter talk about how much she loved the taste of the dessert at the dinner table.

Lena giggles with a wide smile, "Miss Maximoff always makes some for me and mommy" she grins, picking up her last nugget eating it innocently.

Fear was written across your faces as you avoided contact with your wife. Natasha furrows her eyebrows at you, mouthing something you couldn't quite pick up on.

You stood up, "Let's put you to bed baby."

Natasha stared daggers at you, continuing to watch you walk away but you tried your best to not turn around.

The anticipation of waiting for you to get back sent nat over the edge causing her to throw everything off her desk.

"Fuck!" she screamed.

You heard nat scream through the door as your hand hovered over the door nob. You took a short breath to get yourself together before entering.

The door shut behind you, Natasha turned around instantly averting all of her attention to you.

"Natasha"

Before you could finish your sentence, she already had her hand wrapped around your neck causing you to inhale shakily, "Please baby."

Your wife clenched her jaw, staring into your eyes making you feel small under her grasp.

"Did she fuck you?" For a moment you saw her eyes darken, her hands starting to grip tighter forcing you to answer her question with a quivering voice, "No"

She released her hand, slamming it on the wall beside you, "Don't fucking lie to me!"

Your eyes welled up with tears and your body shook at the sudden movement she made. You and Wanda didn't have anything special she was nice but she was too nice for you.

You needed something stronger, you wanted Natasha hence why you never went further than a kiss on the cheek. But in this moment something clicked in you.

You needed her.

You looked up at the red head, moving down onto your knees. You wanted Natasha to know that you were hers and no one else's.

"Get up," she gritted.

Ignoring her statement you unbuttoned her pants pulling it lower until her underwear came off. Her dick sprung free ready to be sucked by you.

After a long pause, she moved forward grabbing your head forcing her cock into your mouth. Your tongue sliding along her length as you bobbed your head up and down. She groaned, holding onto the wall, "She could never fill you up like this" she said between pants.

You locked eyes with your wife who was watching you with pure lust in her gaze. Natasha cleared her throat, cock twitching from her own thoughts.

"You don't deserve my cock, detka."

She smiles at the whimpers that escaped you. Her hips started to move and you moaned.

"You shouldn't be sucking dick like a slutty little whore"

Tearing your gaze away from the cock, which was dripping with pre cum, you stared straight into her piercing orbs.

"We didn't have sex, Natty." You whispered, voice mildly hoarse already.

Natasha's face was flushed, cock weeping precum still.

She hadn't realized how close she was to coming until you stopped. "I know.you wouldn't do that to me," was all she uttered as you moved to take her again.

Natasha groaned, every word dying on her lips as your mouth was back on her cock. "Oh...just like that detka... fuck your mouth takes me so well..." You glanced upwards, watching her throat bob as she tilted her head completely back. A low, husky moan left her lips as you swallowed.

The sound of your daughter's voice from down the hall made you pull back. Saliva and cum dripping down your face as Natasha groaned at the sight, painting your face with her milk-white cum.

She forced your mouth open with her hand, releasing the rest of her cum into your mouth. Seeing you drop to your knees for her and pleasing her needs without asking made her proud. It made her thirst for you more.

You quickly got off your knees in a hurry, rolling your eyes at your crazed wife for making a mess of your face while trying to get up.

"Put your dick in your pants before your daughter comes in here" you whispered by her ear, a demanding tone that surprised natasha.

Quickly walking to the bathroom to clean your face, the sound of your daughter's voice getting closer to the room startled Natasha as she buckled up her pants.

"Mama, where's mommy? I can't sleep" Her hair was all over her head, fingers rubbing her tired eyes.

You shouted from the bathroom, "Mommy's coming baby!"

You threw your face towel down, walking out of the bathroom being met with Natasha sitting on the bed with the little girl tracing her tattoos, her head on her mama's chest.

Lena looked up with a smile making your heartmelt at the sight. "Why was mama screaming earlier?" She questioned, tilting her head.

Natasha bursted into laughter, you quickly sent her a pointed look causing her to quiet down. You sighed at your daughters question, "Nothing love, I was helping her with something"

Lena was even more confused than before, it was written all over her face but she shrugged her shoulders letting it go.

Nat smiled at her confusions, leaning down to kiss the temple of her head.

You smiled at the interaction it made you realize no matter the fights or arguments you and Natasha will have she'll forever be here to love you and the kids.

And you'll always love Natasha.

Even if that meant you needed her more than she needed you.

Needed Me

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[kidicaruslover911]

Omg yes pleaaaaase make a part two of the lesbian vampire knight!!! Its three of my favorite things combined into one person and I absolutely loved it 😭😭😭

vampire knight!arlecchino alternative universe headcanons pt.2

first part can be found here!!

tw: ok…definitely yandere🙂‍↕️!! WLW, nsfw, g!p arlecchino, finger sucking, uhhhh blood drinking, gaslighting, guilt tripping, breeding kink…toxic yuri if you squint, maids being bitches, reader turns into a vamp ayyy, arle really fucking ‘loves’ the reader i suppose…

a/n: kept listening to the slowed version of sour switchblade by elita for this one cuz that’s the vibe vampire knight arlecchino is giving me

not the biggest fan of how this turned out but i tried i guess… now walk with me.

vampire knight!arlecchino who has you leaning against her in your shared bath, pressing tender kisses to your temple while playing with the delicate locks of your hair, warm and steaming water clashing with the undead’s skin but you even now that you’ve come down from your high, you don’t mind. it actually almost feels natural.

vampire knight!arlecchino who whispers to you about her past sinful life, reason as to why she has found herself walking this earth again, but this time as a literal cold blooded one.

vampire knight!arlecchino who tells you about how she had served another crystal like empress a very long time ago, not exactly as cold as she was reputed to be, wise and fair…how she was chosen and given the title of ‘the knave’ as the fourth strongest out of eleven harbingers who served a ‘better cause’.

vampire knight!arlecchino who has your heart tied up in knots when you find out about the people she has left behind with her death, people who she failed to protect, the ones she loved and cared for so deeply: her children.

vampire knight!arlecchino who becomes more than just your knight, without her you’re practically lost now. she’s you’re voice of reason now, the one who knows what’s best for you, of course you know that..

vampire knight!arlecchino who has to make you understand that she cannot go through another loss like this again, which is why she has to remove all these people that keep standing between the two of you, people who obviously do not have the best interest for you, not like she does.

vampire knight!arlecchino who, the more the months pass, the more she has you questioning your own mortality and who you start being afraid to die before…a sacrifice you’re seriously considering to make for her, because you do care about her after all, right? you do want to stay…you do want her to stay by your side and you don’t actually want her leaving you…you won’t have her leave you.

vampire knight!arlecchino who slowly has you loosing a grip on time with how isolated yet purposefully entertained she keeps you.

vampire knight!arlecchino who the maids have no choice but to obey to, the letters you send to your parents being blocked unbeknownst to you and the vampire never seems to directly answers your questions regarding them.

vampire knight!arlecchino who despite her forceful affection for you, wants to leave the choice of turning you to you and yourself only, as long as you’re not taking too long to pick a side; one thing she won’t have happening is your own death…so choose wisely.

vampire knight!arlecchino who plants kisses to your wrist with no prior warning to fluster you.

vampire knight!arlecchino who tries not to creep you out with the fact that she really, really really loves your taste on her tongue..

vampire knight!arlecchino who shapeshifts into a cute bat whenever she’s feeling playful.

vampire knight!arlecchino who has the entire staff gossiping and buzzing profusely the morning after your lovemaking and shuts it down with one glare the moment she steps foot within their vicinity.

vampire knight!arlecchino for whom you order the maids to remove all the garlic and religious symbols they had purposefully placed all around in your castle after hearing the deceased gardeners (truthful) claims.

vampire knight!arlecchino who believes to understand that your wish to be turned by her was simply something you had said in the heat of the moment during your passionate night…but she stays stoic.

vampire knight!arlecchino who simply stares at you for a while when you ask her to help you with your silver chain, her slim lips shortly morphing into a smile as she surpresses the urge to hiss and let the item fall at the burning sensation, hiding the scorching marks ever so adequately before they’re all healed up seconds later.

vampire knight!arlecchino who uses every opportunity to taste you once more, your blood; you accidentally scraped yourself? the small wound is already graced by her tongue (with your consent), glistening with spit and eager to have at the tiny amount of wine like fluid. you’re just so irresistible, she can’t help it :((

vampire knight!arlecchino for whom you still need some time to let the realization set in, even after she had already tasted you shortly on multiple occasions, officially offering yourself to her as a source of proper energy isn’t an easy choice; she doesn’t expect anything from you in that regard though.

vampire knight!arlecchino who sneaks in moments to somehow get a small sample of your blood on a daily basis and has to beg her ancestors not to leap at you the moment you suck on a nick she has gotten herself on her finger; the fleeting, metallic yet still puzzling taste of your knight’s cerise fluid gracing your tongue.

vampire knight!arlecchino who didn’t expect to feel so intimate and taken aback by the whole situation and who has to avert her watchful gaze from the sight to compose herself, although the feeling of your barely hesitating and humid muscle sucking at her index does not facilitate her resolution.

vampire knight!arlecchino who only truly rests because you request her to. her kind does not benefit from sleep at night, but again, your wishes are her command.

vampire knight!arlecchino who you soon notice to enter a deathlike sleep when you ask her to actually rest with you and who sometimes actually sleeps in! of course never forgetting to keep a light and caring arm around your waist, light enough for you to feel somewhat at peace and to be caressed to sleep, but still undeniably firm enough for her to be alert as soon as you do as much as to flutter your eyes open.

vampire knight!arlecchino who actually decides to rest whenever she senses that you are laying in deep thoughts, pondering more and more about a life with arlecchino, forever but as a cold blooded one…even if clouded with insecurity, you’re sure the loving feeling towards her is there. you must love her, it is true.

vampire knight!arlecchino who the maids swear has cast some sort of evil spell on you, you’re glowing and that more than ever since she’s been the one taking care of you, even with the many torments that she had you live through and that without any of your knowledge.

vampire knight!arlecchino who confesses to you about her true name, peruere snezhevna, and the many people she murdered including the person who was supposed to be her own mother.

vampire knight!arlecchino who becomes hyper sensitive to your emotions and doesn’t understand the barely sensible yet still present uneasiness whenever you try to talk to her about engaging with the outside world again…your parents-

vampire knight!arlecchino who wants you to stop worrying about things that do not deserve your attention, she’s here, isn’t she? she takes care of you, of everything else and yet you’re still thinking too deeply…

vampire knight!arlecchino who goes on nightly strolls with you, you said you wanted fresh air remember? there it is, right with her, never forgetting to stay close by your side.

vampire knight!arlecchino who guilt trips you when she also confesses (more like you simply piece the events together) about the murder of your past lover, the gardener, the lord you were supposed to marry and doesn’t understand why you’re so unhappy with the lords death specifically…

vampire knight!arlecchino who thought that you’d be happy to have the man dead either way and guilt trips you even more by reminding you who it is that keeps you safe and away from any harm; from all these men. can’t you see?

vampire knight!arlecchino absolutely who despises men.

vampire knight!arlecchino who thinks that in the worst case scenario you’ll grow to love her either way, that is if it should ever get to a point where she forcefully has to transform you in order to keep you alive.

vampire knight!arlecchino who could never truly hurt you, somebody else will have to pay for your wrongdoings, always. you’re too precious to suffer, after all…

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s secretly waiting for you to ask her to turn you, seriously this time…only then will she have ‘no issue’ to let you see your parents again, friends and other family members, they’ll all die before you either way…as for any suitors that you might still have…which you do because of the letters you receive from them but your knight won’t let you read them either way; they’ll be taken care of as well :))

vampire knight!arlecchino who loves to rest her head on, or between your thighs, be it you sitting with her arms wrapped around your waist, your own hands scratching through her hair and herself nuzzling her nose deeper into your lower stomach…it’s where your womb lies. it is still warm and fruitful, something that it won’t be anymore once you’ll have decided about your very restricted fate. at least the feeling of abundance won’t leave.

vampire knight!arlecchino who keeps telling you that she is yours so you don’t forget, because she means it. and you slowly yet surely start to reciprocate that same rhetoric too. the two of you were meant to be, of course you were <33

vampire knight!arlecchino who doesn’t even mind the fact that you quite literally won’t be the only source of physical warmth for her anymore, who’s convinced she’ll feel your heat even when your body will stop being animate.

vampire knight!arlecchino for whom you get small and harmless injuries more frequently to have her taste you some more; you’re still not completely ready to have her sink her fangs into you and this is the most you can do.

vampire knight!arlecchino who doesn’t want you to purposely hurt yourself for her to eat and does end up scolding and bandaging you up most of the times.

vampire knight!arlecchino who you find out is actually fond of music and is nonetheless a great dancer.

vampire knight!arlecchino who unbeknownst to you is preparing you to face your parents again, you’ve been invited to a ball that she will let you attend it with her company of course, as it is literally her job after all.

vampire knight!arlecchino who you thought had been so cruel as to have killed your parents, but who ended up simply ‘moving them away’ and not ‘out of the way’, they left for a longer trip to another nation, and now you’re being invited there at the request of another lord who has taken interest in you. perfect!

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s only reason to allow and accompany you on this trip is to take care of that fellow suitor. and of course, to show your parents that you’ve never been doing better.

vampire knight!arlecchino who helps you apply tint onto your lips and can’t help but ruin it later on the same day, always ending up with her having you either pinned up against a corner of a couloir or soliciting a makeout session right before you bathe.

vampire knight!arlecchino who leads your steps and teaches you how to dance like a proper lady, although she likes to see the informal version of you the most.

vampire knight!arlecchino who’s dumbfounded when you actually start to ask her, to understand and try to learn about the life as a vampire, it surely isn’t just out of pure curiosity and it has her hollow stomach fill with something sparkling unfamiliar, something forgotten yet absolutely wanted. she wants the feeling to stay and after all this wait and patience, it seems that you finally do want to remain with her as well.

vampire knight!arlecchino who tells you that the final bite might either be extremely painful and traumatic if done for the wrong reasons, or the most euphoric moment you’ll feel in this short lifetime, which is why even if you do want this, she wants to make sure you’re ready. although she remains impatient, she’s a professional at showing nothing of the sort.

vampire knight!arlecchino who can’t stop thinking about you actually becoming one with her for the rest of eternity, and who can’t stop touching herself to the picture of you sucking on her finger, tasting her, even when you thought nothing of it, gods…and when your eyes raised to meet with her own sharp yet adoring gaze…she should’ve claimed you right there.

vampire knight!arlecchino you tell after almost a year that you’re ready, you want to die while you’re still young, beautiful and desirable; you want her to turn you into an eternal being and you also want to die for the sake of love and prove your loyalty, just like she already has over and over again.

vampire knight!arlecchino who tells you that young or old, she’ll always love you the same because to her it doesn’t make any difference, alright? she’d be lying if she said that she isn't still somewhat relieved you’re considering to make clear choices at once and that she does not need to make things uncomfortable for you.

vampire knight!arlecchino who double- no, triple, quadruple checks whether you’re sure this is what you want and who’s confused yet still delighted when you allow yourself to descend upon her lap to claim your seat and straddle her, the back of your fingers trailing along her cheek until they find a home to cup them completely, noses touching and mostly your own warm breath fanning against her lips…something that won’t be a thing anymore once your transformation will be fulfilled.

vampire knight!arlecchino who soon understands that you want her to turn you during a pleasurable moment, you’re nervous and want to have some sort of control over the situation before it happens…and who is she to deny your wishes?

vampire knight!arlecchino who at first finds herself exchanging delicate and chaste kisses with you, which leave pleasurable sparks within their wake; and tonight you’re bold, seeking to deepen the connection as you press your body flush against her, arms wrapped behind her neck, feeling each others heaving and shaky breaths fan against each other, soon filling the room with a lively heart thudding against nothing in return; but the vampire’s gasps and equally fervent response of desperate grabbing and shameless licking helps you melt into her and try to relax.

vampire knight!arlecchino who one would have to actually crucify to keep her hands on one place from your entire being, fresh hands tracing and caressing the contrastingly plump and scorching flesh of your ass in return to your needy advances; and those same experienced hands slip underneath the fabric that kept her away from feeling you properly, only to grab and knead higher along the sides of your waist, having you gasp into her mouth for a mere second before she leans away to tend to your clavicle and let her tongue glide, traveling up to the crook of your neck and leaving a refreshingly sinful sensation.

vampire knight!arlecchino who experimentally licks, peppers kisses and lightly prepares you, specifically around your neck in order to leave her mark on you; reddish and slightly purple flowers who’s petals have left their imprint on you. her teeth but not yet her fangs.

vampire knight!arlecchino who soon finds herself barely trembling, you don’t outright notice it yet, but the slightly shaky and uneven when she feels your tongue press against her own with unrestrained eagerness, continuing to keep her intoxicated and drunk on the slowly yet very noticeable throbbing of your warmth against her and the whines they keep on eliciting.

vampire knight!arlecchino who pulls you in close by the shoulders while hoisting you up higher on her lap to have you feel the effect you have on her; her cock, fighting against the restraints of her undergarments and bulging up to your core just for you. it has you freezing up for a short instant, “i hope you can understand my little comrades eagerness, my dearest…i simply can’t help it” and it’s not as if you’re making this any easier for her,

vampire knight!arlecchino who cups your face in her cold hands, thumbs rubbing across your cheeks as she obverses your goddess like features when you tell her that you truly want this, you’re sure and you don’t want to have her waiting for you anymore.

vampire knight!arlecchino who after having you grind down onto her pathetically hardened dick, has a damp spot making itself known fairly quickly down your underwear and you’re getting impatient, both hurrying to rid yourself of your layers of clothing and the vampire almost instantly attacks your breasts and stomach to nibble, bite and quench herself onto a view she had missed; your supple and delectably sweet body…it is clear to her that this truly is what she wants to keep for herself and her eyes only… and that for the rest of her days.

vampire knight!arlecchino who wants to worship you, make you feel brand new, and that for the rest of eternity. to her, it had been her only job from the moment she saw you, truly…even if you still somewhat fail to realize that.

vampire knight!arlecchino who takes her time to kiss, adore and worship your mortal body once more, from your forehead to your ankles, before the both of you are left to fill the room with the slapping of skin, your own sweaty thighs colliding with her frosty ones as you get to lower yourself onto her dick repeatedly, at first slowly letting your walls adjust and expand to its size, now having her fat cock pumping in and out of you deeply and relentlessly, the undeniable scent of your arousal clouding the air; and you love it.

vampire knight!arlecchino who can’t get enough of your sweet pleas, she’s already yours and only now, when she has you working towards your peak do you beg her to make you hers, her claws already leaving their imprints on your innocent skin, heavy tip pushing against that one gummy spot that has you wailing her name in hurried desperation, not arlecchino…her true name; ‘peruere’.

vampire knight!arlecchino who feels that you’re getting close already, firm hands gripping onto her back for dear life and you barely notice your nails drawing tiny moon crescents, actual blood from the vampire’s skin, until you bring them back to caress her face and the woman is hypnotized, overwhelmed actually.

vampire knight!arlecchino who immediately welcomes a first middle finger you push into her mouth, her teeth lightly grazing it as she keeps pounding into your hungry hole, she still has you bouncing on her lap and your slick is dripping down onto the sheets by now, a sole creamy ring forming around the base of her cock as proof for your affection for her. the one you share for one another.

vampire knight!arlecchino who slightly mocks you, “everyone is going to hear you, dear” she chuckles into your ear, not like you care, you’re far too drunk on the electric feeling for you to start feeling ashamed now.

vampire knight!arlecchino who can sense that you’re close and who you barely notice rolling you over to have you on your back for her, she makes quick work to put a pillow underneath your lower back, folding over her shoulders all while keeping herself burried inside of you before drilling her beautiful cock back into your leaking mess again; and this time she’s dead honest, your broken pitched cries driving her to go harder, deeper to touch your cervix and kiss it.

vampire knight!arlecchino who presses her forehead against yours, whispering, vowing things you’re not sure to catch and waiting for you to cum, you’re on the brink of tears once again but she couldn’t care less, the snap of her hips and the force she uses is simply unshakable. “my love, i think about you all the time…about us…” and don’t worry, the very apparent bulge in your lower stomach hasn’t gone unnoticed by the undead one, and maybe she does want to put a baby in you…too risky, but you’d love that, wouldn’t you? her hand lingers right above where your womb rests and she presses down on it, making you squirm so shamelessly; you’re too close.

“i know you’re about to come…you can do that for me, can’t you? my sweet, oh so sweet lady…because i’m about to come for you my dearest, shit-“ she’s lost in rambles, sharing one last feverish kiss with you and as soon as vampire knight!arlecchino feels your core tense at the intensity of holding back your inevitable climax, and you can’t suppress a scream when you finally come simultaneously giving her the opportunity to sink her fangs into your neck with ease without having your full attention on them, your high hitting you like a blur, and making you her eternal mate at once, something that cannot be undone and you’re thankful for it.

vampire knight!arlecchino who holds onto your being tighter than ever before because you are dying, yes, but there is a rebirth taking place as well, she can’t allow herself to slip up.

vampire knight!arlecchino who actually gets to drink and drink such a large quantity of your blood for the first time ever and urges you to lick on the blood left on the crescent of your nails, which even in your drugged like state, you obey. it is her own metallic fluid, and in order for you to fully turn, you need some of hers in your system, it doesn’t really matter how it’s done.

vampire knight!arlecchino who cums hot white ropes onto your thighs and changed her mind about painting your insides white at the very last minute just because….it might be a lot all at once <33 and she still has your parents to meet once again so right now might just not be the most perfect timing.

vampire knight!arlecchino who cradles you in her arms after the deed has been fulfilled and has you feeling as if your brain had been fried yet still regenerated and emptied of all useless thoughts, useless feelings such as fear or doubt, you fully trust your one and only after all now, no?

vampire knight!arlecchino who fears that she was awfully wrong about doubting your own resolve and judgement, and who’s also ecstatic to see that her bite had one effect of ecstasy and not the latter she had mentioned before.

vampire knight!arlecchino who lays there with you for as long as you need, of course one does not turn with one snap of the fingers, and it is only when you notice that your own heart hasn’t been beating anymore for quite some time now and how your knights tight embrace doesn’t seem all that lifeless and freezing anymore that it hits you…. and now you’re also awfully hungry which is something that you have always wondered how you’d be handling that, and of course, arlecchino told you that she’d be ‘taking care of everything’. you’re officially tied to her now.

vampire knight!arlecchino who prefers to ease you into the vital vamp thingies little by little but do not fear when it comes to the food!…the staff is here for a reason after all. ”the maids are here to accommodate your every wish and need, my dearest one” always remember that. and luckily enough, some of them have been gossiping, judging, chattering and spreading their opinions very obnoxiously about you and your ‘whore like ways’ regarding your relationship with your knight, unbecoming of such a fair lady such as yourself, right? good thing that in the end, the maidens always taste sweeter, no matter how foul rotten their souls remain.

bonus: vampire knight!arlecchino who’s definitely going to miss you being on your period :(

a/n: yeah there’s definitely going to be a part 3 with a ball to this and I hope I did right by you dear anon idk why i went so far south tbh.

send me requests if you have any 🤎

[yolli-es]

this is my first request can we please get a yandere jinx headcanons please

Yandere!Jinx × Reader ❤️‍🩹

Tags: NO spoilers for season 2, abuse, mentions of death

This is my first request too, and I am SO HAPPY!! I've wanted to write about this for a long time, but it was difficult for me. Believe me, I broke my head typing all this.

Jinx lacked tenderness and care in her life.

Vi showed her support and love in Jinx's childhood; Silco did the same thing later... it's still not enough.

When Jinx lost Silko and her sister, who had just come back into her life, she was on the verge of death. Not a day went by without her crying, hysterics, and self-harming. It was horrible, painful, and pathetic.

She also took on a mountain of responsibility for which she was never prepared.

And then you appeared. So serious, responsible, and ready for anything. You came to her office and did all the dirty work.

And also very understanding, kind, and patient.

Having witnessed her breakdown, you were absolutely calm. You did not run away, stayed close and pulled her back together.

Even after Jinx's numerous outbursts at you, even after the hard work and all that crap, you stayed. By her side, with her curse.

You reminded her of Vi with your kindness and Silko with your devotion. All the best in one person.

No, more expensive than them.

How could she not become attached to you?

You are the center of her life, the main object of her attention.

It was becoming physically painful for Jinx to be away from you for longer than 8 hours.

Whenever you worked, she always found a reason to be there, justifying it with help or a simple check on the quality of work.

She also began to keep her emotions in check, often biting her lips until they bled just to keep the voices from getting the better of her.

Jinx pays no less attention to her "work" because she noticed how your eyes sparkle while she creates a new gadget or uses it in action.

Now she does all this for you. Just for you.

Jinx just wanted to seem normal to you. Better than what you had already seen. She didn't want to scare you or make you hate her.

That's why she will never admit that she is following you.

Unfortunately, you're not always willing to share your personal life with the "boss," so she had to take matters into her own hands.

Going to the store? She's in the shadow of the stores. Sitting at the bar? She's taken the table behind you. Sleeping in your house? She's outside the window, and in a couple of hours, next to your bed.

Jinx counted all the moles on your face.

She only felt guilty once, when she was spying on you in the shower.

Jinx knew it was wrong, but she just couldn't say "no" to herself then. Mylo made cruel jokes about her afterward.

But it's your own fault for never locking the doors, isn't it?

Now she knows the exact number of moles, scars, and birthmarks on your entire body.

Your things started disappearing, and yes, it was her doing.

Jinx just wanted to have a piece of you in her home.

But then, when Jinx was so deeply in love with you, something irreparable happened—truly terrible for Jinx.

You find a partner.

You didn't even Fucking tell her. She saw it for herself when you were kissing so dirty at the bar.

Jinx was scared. The voices started screaming.

"You've been abandoned again, traded again."

This is the point of no return. Jinx can no longer hold the boundaries.

She didn't want, no, she couldn't lose you like Silko and Vi. She's not an idiot, and twice was enough.

As soon as you are alone, Jinx knocks you out and takes you to her.

It seemed like she had been preparing for this before, like "just in case."

The first month was terrible. You were struggling and didn't want to listen to Jinx at all.

Jinx didn't even tie you up, leaving you to roam around the room freely. This caused problems, and every time Jinx had to fight you. It was shitty, she got seriously beaten by you every time because she couldn't respond properly so as not to hurt you.

She was understanding and patient, just like you were with her before this.

But as soon as you started talking about freedom, Jinx would break down.

She was so angry, screaming and clutching her head. She even brought a knife with her once.

Jinx even swung at you but never hit you. No, that's too hard. You don't deserve it.

Every time after that, she pulled her hair as punishment.

She didn't really want to keep you here, a secret from everyone. Jinx was crazy, but not stupid, and was perfectly aware of what she was doing. But she also couldn't risk it anymore.

What if you run away? What if you find someone again?

Jinx was just afraid of losing you. The thought made her shake and feel sick.

You didn't understand why she was doing this to you. You really loved Jinx, and now you're getting this?

Once you realize that Jinx is just scared, everything becomes easier.

Still, you came to work here just for her. A stupid affair in a bar shouldn't have hurt your baby blue so much.

When she came to you and heard a declaration of love instead of the usual "get lost," it made her freeze. And then smile.

She didn't believe it.

And then you stopped fighting with her, being rude, and seemed to be okay with Jinx's extra touching.

The moment of realizing that it was not a joke was the happiest and, at the same time, the most frightening.

Now she had no room for error and she thought about all the possible future failures. And then you kissed her and Jinx immediately melted. She managed to focus on you and not on her mistakes.

She had never done this before.

Finally, your relationship has become official.

It took you another week before you could finally get out of there. Jinx still didn't trust you completely, even though she tried.

Jinx's house is your home; if you need something, then she needs something too; if you go somewhere, then she goes too.

Jinx was also very clingy. Before, she held herself back and didn't allow herself to touch you unless absolutely necessary. Now, she can do it as much as she wants. She doesn't care where you are, when, or why; there is no wrong time for a hug, a kiss, or a light slap.

Finally, Jinx can ask you the weirdest, stupidest, most personal, and most lustful questions. You are a couple, after all, and that means she has the right to know everything about you.

And it doesn’t matter that she already knows most of your stories.

Jinx adores you and would do anything. But now she didn't trust the people around her at all.

Suspicious meetings with someone better than Jinx will be seen as blatant betrayal in her eyes. And believe me, she won't let it go that easily.

At times like these, she regrets that she gave you back your freedom.

At first, Jinx will be angry. She will definitely start a showdown, possibly right there on the spot.

Often this went beyond the boundaries of ordinary conversation, and Jinx just shot their limbs.

It's their own fault. Everyone knows Jinx, what's their problem?

But when you explain yourself, Jinx finally lets you see her real emotion.

In fact, Jinx is not confident at all. All the important people have left her; she won't survive another time.

Therefore, you are no longer allowed to communicate with anyone other than her.

A relationship with Jinx will be suffocating, but she will never make you feel lonely, unloved or unfulfilled. She also takes care of all your basic needs.

Jinx is one of those yandere who will resort to any manipulation and tricks just so you don't leave her. Otherwise, she will break, and you will definitely know about it.

Your first sex will happen very quickly. What you expected from a touch-hungry girl?

Jinx has no experience at all, so she makes up for it with her energy. She kisses you, bites, pinches, and licks absolutely everything.

She will definitely leave hickeys on you. It's inevitable. 

When it comes to penetration, she suddenly becomes quiet and slow. She is just a little awkward and very scared. 

What if she hurts you? Or is it unpleasant? Or maybe you already feel disgusted by her? 

Kiss her, and it will give her confidence. Jinx will definitely squeeze her legs while you do it. 

When her hand finally reaches your pussy, it will trigger for her. 

It means so much more to her. 

Jinx's hand does a very good job of getting two fingers in at once and pressing on your clit. This is definitely too much for you, so Jinx will have to lean on top of you to keep you from pulling away from her. 

Kisses, kisses, kisses. There will never be enough. 

Jinx will also be very loud. She won't mind at all if everyone knows how good and pleasant it is for her to be with you. 

For the same reason, she will not kiss you on the lips; this will drown out your pleasant moans.

After the first time, Jinx is unstoppable. Now she's ready to fuck you anywhere and anytime. 

Often her initially innocent touches develop into hot sex.

Once you did it against a wall and Jinx held you. It surprised you, but she said that any of her guns would be heavier than you. 

Jinx is also not against experimenting in bed. 

Shibari is her favorite, and she gets better and better at it every time. 

But still, Jinx will never share you with someone. Don't even ask; the thought of it seriously pisses her off. 

Jinx loves to whisper in your ear, "You belong to me.". 

Do the same, and she will definitely get an orgasm.

Touch her as much as possible.

It might be a little rough; it's okay if you touch her. 

Playing with her hair not only calms Jinx down but also turns her on. 

No matter how wild and wayward Jinx is, she will always listen to you. She will definitely notice if you don't like something. 

Ask Jinx anything, and she will do it. 

Spank you? Jinx will make you count. Choke you? She'll be gentle with that. Threesome? NO.

Jinx adores and loves you and is very dependent on you. Sex is one of her ways to show you this. 

I honestly think that Yandere!Jinx is canon Jinx in relationship. I'm also not sure that I wrote everything I wanted to.. I had to miss sleep but I'm just so happy for your support. Thank you. 🥹

[multiverse-menagerie]

Perchance… could I request the bg3 companions with a Tav who has a bleeding heart? They’ll do what they need to do, kill who they need to, etc. but they still are easily tricked by just basic human kindness and often feel guilty for killing folk and whatnot. They’re ridiculously caring towards the party as well, often putting their needs above their own.

Karlach

Karlach gets it. She really does. But she’s been through (literal) Hell and has learned to be a bit more cautious

But she adores how much you love and trust people

I almost see her as someone who would go behind after you to set people straight if they conned you or anything like that

Something about it is so heartwarming ;) to Karlach, watching you take care of everyone - herself included. She wants you to look after her forever while she does the same for you

Shadowheart

almost disgusted by your altruism, in the beginning. She sees no point in it and points it out readily to you

Deep down though, even in the beginning, she likes it and almost envies you for it. She feels bad for speaking down to you especially after she’s had time by your side

Shadowheart enjoys being doted on and care for. She enjoys that you treat your friends like family and that you’re all carving out a little place for y’all

She’ll pout if you’re fussing over someone more than her, though she tries to deny it

Lae’zel

Similarly to Shadowheart, I think at first Lae’zel would find your actions unnecessary and dragging. She’s on a time crunch and knows where she needs to go, and helping all these people isn’t helping y’all

I’m not sure Lae’zel would ever truly warm up to being so willing to lend a helping hand. But I think she would appreciate and commend (and come to respect) you for being able to care so deeply for others (she’s not so certain she’s capable of that magnitude)

Forces you to take care of yourself and won’t hear shit about it; no she didn’t cook this meal just for you to ignore it bc Shadowheart needs to traumadump some more, eat you doofus

Gale

Gale finds it endearing, if a little worrisome. He’s happy to let you fawn over your camp mates but he’s draws the line at being so easily swayed by strangers

He tries to be diplomatic when he’s urging you away from suspicious individuals bc he really doesn’t want to hurt your feelings or make you feel like you need to change, he’s just trying to protect you to his best ability

Gale’s not particularly used to being doted on, but it’s almost…relieving, in a way. Refreshing?

He does work very hard to make sure you’re taken care of as well, cooking good meals and forcing coercing you to bed at a reasonable time

Wyll

heart eyes

Wyll himself sees (or wants to see) the world through rose colored glasses so he’s enamored that you do

He’s also probably one of the only ones to really understand your guilt over killing, even when necessary. He’s happy to talk you through your emotions over it and never hesitates to reassure you that you’re doing the right thing

flusters when your attention turns to him, but doubles it back in repayment to you

Astarion

Astarion seethes at first. He hates your tender-heartedness, hates how kind and soft you are, how loving you are with everyone, it’s just grinds against him

As he sorts through his trauma (and comes to appreciate your care, towards him and your friends at least) he stops whining about it…as much

He will absolutely shut someone down if they’re trying to use, manipulate, or fool you. Astarion only refrains from more…permanent silencing solutions because he knows you wouldn’t like it

He does, however, preen under your attention. True, no-strings-attached care? It takes him a long time to comfortable with it but he cherishes it

Halsin

While he certainly adores your tenderness, he tries to caution you over being too willing to blindly believe someone

Halsin is happy to comfort you through any remorse or guilt of course, but is quick to remind you that this is simply the way the world works

Watching you take care of your little band of misfits makes him melt. You care for them and then he cares for you when you come to him at the end of the day

Halsin would carry your burdens for you if he could, instead he’ll travel by your side and help you help others (while giving you looks that make you swoon let’s be real)

[immortalbumblebee]

Mom said it's my turn to request!!so anyway👀I love your writing and so I would really like as in Vander x fem!reader where both of them are Mylo's actual biological parentsand just some fluff around them please💙

So this turned more into a Mylo & Reader fluff comfort fic, I hope that's okay! This prompt got me really excited!

Masterlist

Family Ties

You can’t help the soft "oof" that escapes your lips as you lean against the mattress of Mylo’s top bunk. Your feet balance precariously on a rung of the makeshift ladder, while your arms rest atop the edge of the mattress. Carefully, you place a bowl of fruit on the side of the bed. The room is dim, lit only by the faint, flickering glow of a streetlight filtering through the blinds. The rhythmic thud of Mylo’s ball hitting the ceiling fills the small space, a steady beat against the tense silence.

“You want to talk about what happened today?”

Thunk.Thunk.Thunk.

The wooden bunk bed creaks softly beneath the weight of his restless movements. Mylo lies there sprawled out, legs bent awkwardly to accommodate his too-long frame on a bed that hasn't fit him for years. Each toss of the ball is precise, almost mechanical, as though he’s trying to channel all his frustration into the motion.

You stay there, quiet, watching him. Waiting. Mylo’s never been great at hiding his emotions, but pushing him won’t help. You know better.

Finally, the tension breaks.

“We got our asses handed to us out there!” he snaps, the ball clattering against the ceiling with more force than before. It bounces back into his hand, but he doesn’t throw it again. Instead, he props himself up on one elbow, his sharp glare directed at no one in particular. “But I get reamed out while she just gets to mess up without any consequences? How is that fair?”

His voice is tight, the anger barely masking the frustration beneath. He’s not just mad—he’s hurt, and you can see it in the way his hand tightens around the ball.

“I know.” You nod, trying your best to be understanding. “But Powder’s young, and still learning. She needs her older siblings to show her the way sometimes.”

He throws the ball one final time, hard, and it thuds against the ceiling with a force that makes the bunk bed shudder. The ball drops into his lap as he shoots upright, sitting cross-legged now, his sharp gaze locked onto yours.

“Why does everyone let her off easy because of her age, huh?” he demands, his tone heated, though you can tell the anger is masking something deeper. “Just ’cause she’s ‘the baby’ means she can do no wrong!”

You inhale slowly, steadying yourself. “That’s not true,” you say softly, keeping your voice calm and measured. “But we all have to learn our own way—”

“Then we shouldn’t be taking her on jobs!” Mylo snaps, cutting you off mid-sentence. His hands ball into fists, and you can see the frustration etched into every line of his face. “If she’s not capable, why do we have to pick up the slack?”

You catch yourself before the urge to retort takes over. He’s wound so tight he’s practically vibrating, and if you lash out now, it’ll only make things worse.

Instead, you exhale deeply and let the silence linger for a moment, long enough for him to shift uncomfortably under your gaze. Finally, you speak, your tone firm but even. “Because that’s what families do, Mylo. We take care of each other.”

You can feel the seething anger rolling off of him in waves.

“She’s Vi’s family.” He snaps, throwing himself back onto the mattress. “Not mine, remember?”

“Mylo��” You start, but he continues on.

“She makes everything harder,” he mutters eventually, quieter this time. “And I don’t get to mess up. Ever. Claggor and Vi have her back constantly, and you and Dad always have everyone’s back. And I know she's little, but like…I’m supposed to be your son. You’re supposed to have my back, but everyone’s too busy babying her! You know how that feels?”

You try to ignore the daggers stabbing into your heart with every word. Each sharp syllable from Mylo’s mouth cuts deeper than the last, but you remind yourself that he’s young—too young to shoulder the weight he’s been carrying. He’s stubborn, yes, but it’s the same stubbornness you see in yourself and in Vander. It’s a trait that’s both a blessing and a curse. And right now? Gods, he wasn’t making this easy for you.

Rather than snapping or letting your frustration show, you inhale deeply, steadying yourself. You let the silence hang between you for a beat, maybe two, until he shifts uncomfortably, his eyes darting away from yours.

Finally, you speak. Your voice is steady, but there’s a thread of unmistakable warmth beneath the firmness. “You are my son, Mylo.”

You reach out, your hand resting gently on his leg. He stiffens, his body coiling with the same raw energy that’s radiated off him since this conversation began. Then, in one swift motion, he pulls away, retreating like he’s touched a flame.

The rejection stings, more than you care to admit. But you don’t flinch. Instead, you keep your gaze on him, unwavering, as he stares at the floor.

“And Powder is also my daughter,” you continue, your tone softening but losing none of its conviction. “I love you both so much, Mylo. I need you to understand that. But I also love you equally.”

His jaw tightens at the word, his lips pressed into a thin line, but he doesn’t interrupt this time.

“We’re family, my darling,” you say, leaning forward just slightly, trying to close the emotional gap between you. “We look out for each other—not because it’s easy, but because that’s what we do. That’s who we are. You don’t have to like it all the time, and you’re allowed to be angry. But this?” Your voice lowers, growing softer. “This resentment—it’s only going to hurt you.”

For a long moment, Mylo says nothing. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, his knuckles white with tension. Then, finally, he glances up, his expression conflicted. His anger hasn’t fully ebbed, but there’s a flicker of doubt there now, a crack in his armor.

“I just want someone to have my back here…” Mylo’s voice cracks slightly, betraying the vulnerability behind his frustration. He looks away, his jaw set tight, but the weight in his words hangs in the air like a plea he can’t quite bring himself to say outright.

Your chest tightens at his words. You’ve always known how fiercely he feels things, how deeply he longs for validation even when he’s too proud to ask for it.

“I know it feels like you’re alone in this,” you say softly, your voice steady and warm. “But I promise, we’re all on your side. Vander and I are here for you, my darling boy.” You lean forward slightly, your hand hovering near his for a moment before committing to the gesture. “It may not feel like it right now, but I swear, I would take on the whole of the Enforcers for you.”

This time, when your hand brushes his, he doesn’t pull away. His fingers are tense under yours, but the fact that he doesn’t recoil feels like a small victory. Still, he avoids your gaze, his head bowed, the fight in him simmering down to embers.

“And I know your father would do the same,” you add, your tone quieter now, the words almost a whisper.

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. He just stares at the ball in his other hand, his thumb tracing the worn seam over and over. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low grumble, rough around the edges. “You guys have a funny way of showing it…”

The words sting, even though you know they’re coming from a place of hurt rather than malice. You tighten your grip on his hand just slightly, anchoring both him and yourself.

“We’re not perfect, Mylo,” you admit, your voice tinged with regret. “We’ve made mistakes—so many mistakes—but everything we do, every decision we make, is because we love you and Powder. We’re trying to do what’s best, even when it doesn’t feel like it.”

He snorts, the sound bitter but less sharp than before. “Yeah? Well, maybe you should ask me what’s best for once.”

You nod, letting the comment land without protest. “You’re right,” you say gently. “We should. And I’m sorry if it feels like we haven’t. But I’m listening now, Mylo. Tell me what you need.”

He looks up at you then, just for a fleeting moment, and in his eyes, you see a flicker of something that might be hope. He’s not ready to forgive or forget—not yet—but he’s listening, too.

“What if…” you hum, squeezing his hand gently, “you eat up this fruit, and then meet me upstairs? We can go out? Maybe grab something from the bakery a couple levels down?”

There’s a flicker in his eyes—a spark that’s been missing for too long—and you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips.

“Race you. Parkour style,” he challenges, and there’s a mischievous edge to his tone now, a hint of the boy who used to dart through the alleyways, laughing like the world wasn’t on his shoulders.

At this, you laugh—a full, hearty sound that shakes loose some of the tension still lingering in your chest. “That hardly seems fair. You’re too fast, and I’m far too old.”

He grins, already stuffing the fruit into his mouth like his life depends on it. Juice dribbles down his chin, and you can’t help but shake your head, your scolding finger already poised.

“Chew and swallow before you speak, Mylo,” you admonish lightly, though your voice is filled with warmth.

He holds up a hand in mock surrender, gulping down the fruit as quickly as possible before grinning at you, unabashed. “There. Happy now?”

“Very,” you reply, matching his grin.

“Good, because you’re definitely losing this race, Mom!” he declares, his confidence radiating as he jumps off the bunk and bolts toward the door, practically bouncing with anticipation.

You hop off the ladder yourself, your joints protesting slightly, but you ignore the ache. Stretching out your limbs, you roll your shoulders and grin after him.

“I wouldn’t count on it, my darling,” you call out, your voice light but challenging. “I’ve got a few tricks left up my sleeve.”

Mylo stops in the doorway, turning to give you a look of mock surprise. “Oh yeah? We’ll see about that.”

And just like that, the air between you feels lighter—like the weight that had been pressing down on both of you has finally begun to lift. For a moment, there’s no anger, no resentment, no fear. Just the thrill of the challenge and the bond that no amount of hardship can break.

[kolyubov]

Kiss me hard before you go ✮⋆˙

✧ pairing: College Student!Fyodor x Fem!Reader

✧ nonnie requested: Hiii! Your work is amazing. If you have the time I'd like to request a collage AU Fyodor x reader. Where Fyodor is like the typical "star student" who is popular but doesn't really care much for most people in the school. And then a new student comes around who has the potential to rival him in both popularity and studies, but instead he falls deeply inlove (like, he is whipped) after meeting her during one of his chess sessions with Dazai (reader and Dazai are friends). But reader kind of only takes Fyodor's advances as a technique to manipulate her and ignores them. If you want to do a one shot it could be, for example, about reader getting in trouble with a teacher, first time meeting, a party, confession, first kiss or everything in one. But headcanons/scenarios are also greatly appreciated. You can take away some parts if needed and I'm okey with nsfw, if you want to go there. And understand fully if this gets ooc, delusion is my favorite poison :)

✧ word count: 3.7k

✧ contents: nsfw, fingering (f!receiving), praise, teasing, Fyodor is ooc, slight public fingering, roughness (if you squint). If I missed any warnings please kindly let me know!

✧ author's note: nonnie, I love you so much for bringing all of these ideas, they’re all so so amazing. I twisted it a bit, taking away some things and adding others, but hope you like it either way<3

The class was highly boring. The teacher's explanation has long been ignored by almost everyone inside the small classroom— Some people were chatting silently in the back of the class, others even playing cards underneath the desk and others simply sleeping.

Well, it seems like either she has very bad sight or just decides to ignore lazy students since they probably won't listen even after she threatens to send them to the principal's office.

You, sitting almost in the front row, couldn't enjoy slacking off because she would most likely notice and find it disrespectful, which would eventually lead to getting in trouble.

But the sleepiness was starting to get you.

You were resting your face against your palm, eyelids heavy as you fought to stay awake.

Slowly, the teacher's voice seemed to grow distant.

Before you can gladly slip into the land of dreams, someone kicks your foot, making you flinch awake once more. Turning to your side, Dazai was chuckling.

“I don't want you getting in trouble y’know? You still have to come with me to my chess session after class.” He flashes you a mocking pout before returning his attention to the teacher— He wasn't listening either, after all, he had earbuds on.

Oh, right, you promised Dazai to go to his chess session because he "would feel lonely if his bestie is not there”. Actually, he probably just wanted to show off his abilities since he knew you lack of understanding in chess. At least that's what you thought.

Dazai told you he usually has this session with Dostoevsky, the top student with the best grades on campus. Nobody truly knows who of the two is the best, but no one can deny their big brains. You inevitably roll your eyes at the thought of two smarties having a deep conversation in front of you during their chess game.

The two of them were popular, though Fyodor doesn't seem to care about it. He doesn't want more friends than the two weirdos he's with, nor does he care about having a good relationship with other people on the campus— When someone asks him for help about a certain subject, he shoves them off by telling them “Go ask the teacher about it.”

Dazai on the other hand, it's much more social and gets along with almost everyone, but he has very few people whom he really trusts. You are one of them.

The bell rang, pulling you out of your thoughts. Everyone stood up as quickly as they could to leave this tedious class and get some fresh air. Sadly, you had to face yet another unamusing event.

You took a deep breath.

Maybe this wasn't too bad? You had to think positively. Maybe you could even learn something from these two nerds.

You stretched your arms up, relaxing your muscles and letting out a soft groan before standing up from your chair and putting your things back in your bag. Dazai did too, and after you two had gathered your things, you left the classroom.

You don't know Fyodor at all. Other than knowing he's fighting for the Top Student position with Dazai and that he has two friends— everything else about him is an enigma.

You can't deny you were at least a bit excited about seeing him perform his chess tactics. Despite your lack of knowledge about the game.

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After walking along with Dazai for a while, going upstairs to the last floor of the building, where there were empty classrooms reserved for club activities, you stand in front of the chess club door. The hallway was quite empty, and not a lot of people chose to participate in clubs these days— You knew these rooms were mostly for other activities that went from occultism to having sex. However the latter doesn't happen anymore since cameras were installed. You're thankful for that.

“Don't be scared of Fyodor. He won't bite as long as I'm here.” Dazai laughs softly as he opens the door of the room. His words only make you frown at him.

The room was quite spacious and there were a few other students playing chess too. There was a nice silence around. The only noise is the chess pieces being placed on the chessboard with each turn.

“You're late as always, Dazai.”

Your attention is drawn to Fyodor, who's sitting with his arms and legs crossed, one above the other; a stoic expression on his face.

He was wearing a black long-sleeved turtleneck shirt, his coat was hanging on the back of his chair, his hair was tucked behind his ear and you noticed that he had a silver necklace with a cross.

Your fingers twitch slightly and your heart beats a little faster.

Ah, he is prettier up close.

What? No.

You didn't realize that you were staring at him for so long until his dark purple eyes went to your face and he raised an eyebrow.

Fyodor eyed you up and down as if you were a piece of meat for him to enjoy. The way your body tenses under his gaze; hands sneaking behind your back, lips pressing together, eyes trying to look anywhere but his. All of it gives him the hint that you'll be a nice prey.

“Oh? You brought a guest I see.” Fyodor smiles at you briefly, kindly, before looking back at Dazai who was placing his bag on the floor and sitting in front of him. He was very calm though he was facing another smart man such as him.

“She's my lucky charm.” He gives you a wink and you roll your eyes, unamused. You sat in front of the small square table, arms crossed, ready to watch the development of this game.

“Shall we begin, then, Dazai?”

“Of course.” Dazai giggles, wasting no time grabbing a white piece and making his move. “Seems like I have the upper hand today.”

Fyodor smirks, his slim fingers moving so delicately as he takes his turn.

Both of them seemed very relaxed as they played. Discussing random topics, and speaking with difficult words made it a little hard for you to understand their conversation.

But the tension was slowly starting to build up— Each turn was beginning to take more than a couple of seconds. They were taking their time before making any movements, and the smiles on both of the men's faces were starting to disappear as they went silent.

You, on the other hand, were almost falling asleep like back in class. What was the point of watching them play if you didn't understand how the game goes? Plus, they were in complete silence, how was this supposed to help you learn more about their stupid smart brains?

Ah, might as well take a little nap then.

“Shit.”

Dazai groaned in annoyance as his phone suddenly vibrated, distracting him from the game. After seeing who was calling, he stood up from the chair and walked out of the room without even excusing himself.

Your eyes followed Dazai as he left the room, lips parted in confusion.

Great, now you were left alone with Dostoevsky— Well… almost. There were other people playing chess in the room too but they were minding their own business.

Fyodor sighs, looking down at the chessboard before looking at you and tilting his head to the side.

Of course, he was going to take advantage now that the two of you were alone. He was eyeing his little prey and hopefully, he could get a pretty reaction if he pushed the right buttons.

God, forgive him for being so greedy.

“Do you want to play?”

You look in his direction, blinking a few times in confusion.

Telling him that you don't know how to play was going to be embarrassing as hell. He was going to make fun of you, probably. But, you didn't know that he could read you like a book. So Fyodor already noticed that you didn't understand the rules of chess.

You press your lips together, avoiding his penetrating gaze that makes something inside you tingle.

“I'll teach you, just pay attention because I'm not going to repeat myself.”

You nod, giving him a shy smile before taking Dazai's seat while begging internally for him to come back. Was that call so damn important?

“Move Knight to e6.”

“Sorry— what?”

Fyodor raises an eyebrow, waiting for your move. Like he said, he won't be telling you the same thing twice.

Looking down at the chessboard, you try to identify who's the “Knight”— Which wasn't so difficult, but now you have to move it somewhere you don't know.

When your eyes move from the board to him, you can see he's smiling. Oh, god. You hope Fyodor doesn't notice the way your cheeks heat up under his gaze.

But he did.

As if reading your mind again. Fyodor stands up from his seat and walks behind you; One hand on the back of your chair and the other pointing at a square from the chessboard. Dark locks of hair tickle your cheeks, a faint scent of coffee emanating from him. Would his lips taste like coffee too?

You press your thighs together, lowering your head down a little as his chest grazes against your back slightly; you can't help but feel smaller against him.

“…Now, did you understand?”

His smooth voice rings against your ear; low as if he was telling you a secret. Hell. You could even feel his lips brushing against the helix of your ear.

“I—”

You're interrupted before you can speak.

“Well, seems like we need to continue this game for later, Dos—”

Dazai stops in front of you with his phone in hand. His eyes opened wide and his lips parted in surprise.

“You two are getting along I see.” He snorts, grabbing his bag from the floor. “I’m leaving though, have fun. See you tomorrow, Dostoyevsky.” And with that, Dazai walks out the door again.

You panic.

You can't be alone with Dostoyevsky again after knowing how nervous you get with him close; how you look at him with a dumb expression after he speaks because you're too focused on his pretty features.

Fuck. No, what are you thinking about? He's not that handsome.

Fyodor is a smart man, he's probably just teasing you with light touches to rail you up and make fun of you later for being so easy. There's no way you're going to let this man play with your mind as if it is his toy.

“Wait! Osamu!” You quickly leave the chair, grabbing your bag as well and leaving behind Dazai.

For a small second you turn around. Fyodor's eyes met with yours; he was smiling again. Your eyes widened and you swore you could read his lips saying “Goodbye, my dear.”

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♱ ˚₊‧⁺˖

It's been a few days since you last interacted with Fyodor. And, since that first and —hopefully— last encounter, you were trying to avoid him.

You don't want to fall deeper into him.

After Dazai saw you two being very close, he kept messing with you about it.

“You two would make a great combination. The not-so-smart introvert girl and the top student intimidating Dostoyevsky… top student after me of course.”

“Why do you blush every single time he speaks? Do you think his voice is hot or something?”

“I saw you staring at Dostoyevsky in class today, are you sure you don't like him, hm?”

What a nuisance.

Of course, you didn't like him. You were trying to avoid him at all costs. Doesn't that make your dislike for him much more obvious?

In fact, you were sure you hated him.

Each time he spoke in class he always answered right with that unamused expression and with that egocentric tone that makes you roll your eyes.

There was no way you could fall for someone like him.

You sigh, currently walking down the hallway to the library, hoping to find some rest and silence from the noisy students and from your stupid brain that had been thinking about Dostoyevsky these last days.

The library had an old tone to it; yellowish lights and dark brown old shelves that went from the floor to the ceiling. Two floors full of books from all the subjects any student could find for their projects or to pass the time.

Even if it was full of people, the silence was almost absolute if it wasn't for a few people whispering and giggling. Still, it was a very peaceful place. Sometimes you wish you could stay here forever.

Since you know the place very well, you went straight to your favorite spot in the enormous library— It was under a stair, where there was an old dark green couch that was kind of comfy, enough to spend more than a few hours reading on it.

You remember leaving a book yesterday on the couch, after all, nobody went there; it was after walking through a long-ass corridor and after a few turns. Who would explore this big library completely like you did? No one, of course.

Well… You were wrong.

“What the fuck?”

“Hm? What a wonderful surprise…”

Seriously?

You cross your arms in front of your chest while looking down at Fyodor who was sitting on the couch with your book in his hands. You were trying to avoid him and he was the one that came to you. Funny.

Fyodor closed the book, placing it to the side before leaning back with his legs spread and his arms crossed as well.

“Nice book. You have good taste, sweetheart.”

The hell with this—

You turn around ready to leave, but he quickly grabs your wrist, pulling you towards him until you are standing in between his legs. His dark eyes look up at you.

“Why are you avoiding me? I'm not stupid, I see everything, you know?”

He loosens his grip on your wrist, his thumb caressing the back of your hand slowly. From this close, you can see his dark circles and his pale skin. Damn, he looks like a vampire…

“It's none of your business.” You frown, pushing his hand away.

“Do I make you so nervous, hm?”

Fyodor grins, leaning back once more. His smug expression only makes you more mad and you're beginning to wonder if he's doing it on purpose to get a kick out of this like last time.

He can't deny that he's enjoying it; You're so easy to get riled up that it's almost boring. Though your pretty pouty face is worth it.

“Shut up. You're in my seat. Leave.” You tried to keep a stern voice but Fyodor didn't budge from his seat.

“I'm not moving. If you want to sit on this couch so badly, might as well sit on my lap.” He pats his thigh, giving you a smirk.

Fuckfuckfuck.

He was playing with you again, probably laughing internally too— thinking you're just a stupid silly girl who can fall so easily into his trap.

He was using you as his entertaining resource.

Fine. You might as well play along.

With a hum, you flop on his lap, getting comfortable and leaning your back against his chest to which Fyodor immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Such an obedient girl.”

You squirm on his lap, feeling how butterflies flutter inside your tummy. While trying to mask your sudden arousal, you reached for the book you wanted to read and opened it to where you left it before. While doing so, Fyodor's large fingers start kneading on your waist, slowly, as if he was savoring the feeling of your body against his palms.

“Are you enjoying your reading?”

You nod. The truth is that you can't even read with his hands exploring your waist and his pretty voice against your ear. You're only looking at empty words in the book, your mind not paying attention to the sentences or paragraphs.

Fyodor's hand brushed against your neck, and the coldness of it made you flinch. He pushed your hair aside, exposing your neck to him.

“Why don't you read for me out loud?”

“Why should I?” You shrug, completely leaning against his body again, trying to suffocate him or something— though it seems like having the contrary effect as his hands pull your hips to him.

“I want to know if you're focused on your little book or me.”

Cocky bastard.

You clear your throat to begin with your reading, but as soon as you open your mouth, his lips brush against the skin of your neck, leaving a small peck.

“Go on. I'm waiting, dear.”

Then, he presses another peck, waiting a few seconds before doing the same.

God. You can't react in this situation. Your body squirms with each touch or whisper. Your thighs pressed together and you look down at the book, trying to focus on the words but it's impossible.

“Ah—”

You whine, feeling his tongue teasing the crook of your neck before sucking on your skin. Arms wrapping around your waist again, caging you against him.

The air was starting to get heavy and you had already forgotten that you were in a public library; your mind getting foggy with the thought of what was going to happen eventually.

As he pulls away, kissing the new hickey he left, one hand wanders down to your thigh, squeezing it.

“You know you can leave if you don't want this, right?” You didn't answer, not wanting to fulfill his egocentric wishes.

“Hey, I'm talking to you.”

A hand slides to your neck, pressing a little, as he leans closer to your ear. He thrusts up while keeping your hips against his, trying to “fix” his position.

Ah, but you can feel his hardness against your ass.

“It seems like you're too shy to speak, so, let's do this; If you want to leave, just push my hands away from your body and I'll set you free…”

He chuckles, placing another peck on your neck.

“But if you don't want to leave… Spread those thighs for me, dearest.”

How humiliating; Your body was reacting on its own, and you spread your thighs for him. Without wasting any time, the hand that was on your hip slides inside your pants, lithe fingers finding the wet spot on your panties.

“Huh, how naughty.” You can hear him chuckling behind you.

You barely close your thighs again, feeling shy as his fingertips tease up and down your covered pussy, emanating soft moans from you. With your lips parted, he slid two fingers inside your mouth to keep you quiet.

“Suck on them and don't be loud, honey.” He whispers, kissing the back of your neck soothingly to distract you from the advance of his other two fingers over your pussy.

Pushing your panties aside, he groans at the wet and warm feeling. Coating his fingers with your arousal first before slowly inserting a finger. Fyodor rolls his eyes at the sensation— you were squeezing him so tight that he almost felt pity for your cunt; If you were already squeezing his finger so much, how would it be when he's balls deep inside you.

Saliva slips from your lips down your chin as you keep sucking on his other fingers that are keeping your mouth entertained. Trying your best not to moan out loud when his finger that was over your pussy began sliding in and out, reaching that sweet spot of yours with each thrust.

“I'm going to add another finger, pretty. Keep being good for me..”

Another groan leaves Fyodor's lips when you squeeze his finger at his praise. Oh, well, he was going to make sure to praise you lots then.

As his middle finger makes its way inside you and you whine at the stretching, his whole hand clads your mouth, not letting any noise escape from you.

“Fuck… Do you want someone to catch us?”

You shake your head from side to side, picturing how humiliating it would be if someone finds you sitting on Fyodor's lap and moaning because of his skilled fingers that reach where yours can't.

When his two fingers start moving, you're already in heaven. Grinding your hips and spreading your thighs further to give him space to go knuckles deep.

“Is my sweet angel going to cum on my fingers? Do it, dear, be a good girl for me.” Fyodor moans against your ear, slightly grinding his hips against yours as you approach your climax.

Your thighs close and you let out a muffled whimper as you come all over his fingers, walls clamping down on him as he presses his hand harder against your mouth, whispering sweet praises before sliding his sticky fingers out of your cunt and taking his hand off your mouth to let you breathe.

Fyodor is nice enough to push your panties back in place before removing his hand from your pants. His sticky fingertips tap your lower tip a few times so you can open up and lick them clean.

“Good girl…”

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, caressing your cheek, and you take the opportunity to turn around and fall to your knees in front of him, placing your hands on his thighs. You might as well worship him like he did with you.

He was nice to you, so why not be nice to him as well? After all, you were eager to see what's underneath his intimidating façade.

“Ah— Right now it might not be the moment, dear.”

You frown, resting your cheek against his thigh.

“My apologies, but this place is quite risky, you already made a lot of noise and people might be wondering,” Fyodor smirks before leaning down to kiss the crown of your head as he removes his silver necklace to place it on your neck instead.

“We'll continue this another day, I promise.” He tilts your chin up, leaning in and kissing you slowly, slipping his tongue past your lips and groaning against your mouth while his hand squeezes your cheeks together, not letting you pull away before he's done with you.

So he does taste like coffee.

Fyodor withdraws, leaving one last peck on your lips before completely pulling away.

“Goodbye, my dear.”

Giving you one last soft smile, he stands up and walks away, leaving you sitting on the floor with red cheeks and heavy breathing.

You look down at the cross hanging from his necklace. Now resting on your chest.

God, you want to taste his lips again.

© 2024 pinklacydovey

[mbruben-stein]

MHA Boys dating Female Blind S/O who has the Personality and abilities like Toph Beifong. (From: Avatar The Last Airbender.) Part 1.

Part 2.

~Bakugo~

At first, Bakugo underestimates her abilities due to her blindness, but is quickly impressed when she demonstrates her incredible earthbending skills and fiercely independent nature. This gains his respect.

Bakugo likes that his S/O is blunt, sarcastic and unafraid to call people out, just like he is. They bond over their shared "take no crap" attitudes.

He's protective of her but learns she doesn't need or want to be coddled because of her disability. Still, he secretly looks out for her in his own gruff way.

They have an unspoken understanding and are comfortable just hanging out together, even if it's in total silence. Neither needs unnecessary words to communicate.

Sparring matches between them get INTENSE since they're both highly skilled fighters determined to win. Bakugo is forced to get creative against her seismic sense and metalbending.

He starts learning seismic sensing basics from her to improve his own battle instincts and spa awareness. Teaching him earthbending techniques becomes a bonding activity.

PDA is minimal but Bakugo allows little gestures, like her feeling his face or holding his arm in crowded public spaces so they don't get separated.

In private, he can be physically affectionate, enjoying how attuned her sense of touch is. Gentle caresses, trailing fingers, soft kisses - it's a whole different tactile language between them.

If anyone dares pity or talk down to her, Bakugo immediately pops off on them, ready to throw hands to defend her honor until she reins him in (or joins in taking the ableist jerk down a peg).

They're the ultimate battle couple - in sync, fearless, and an absolute unit when they fight villains side-by-side. Enemies don't stand a chance against their power couple prowess.

~Kirishima~

Kirishima deeply admires his S/O's strength, confidence and determination. Her blindness doesn't hold her back at all and her earthbending abilities amaze him. He finds her tough, independent spirit very manly and attractive.

His S/O uses her earthbending to "see" by sensing vibrations, just like Toph. Kirishima thinks it's really cool how she perceives the world in a unique way. She can always tell where he is and when he's approaching.

They love training and sparring together. His hardening quirk makes him one of the few people who can withstand her powerful earthbending head-on. It pushes them both to get stronger.

His S/O is blunt, sarcastic and rebellious, which Kirishima finds exciting compared to his more straight-laced personality. She encourages him to be bolder and take more risks sometimes.

Kirishima is very physically affectionate and loves hugging/cuddling his S/O, who tolerates it more than she lets on. She grumbles about him being a sap but he can tell she enjoys it.

Being extremely loyal, Kirishima is always ready to defend and support his S/O, though she rarely needs his help. Still, she appreciates knowing he always has her back no matter what.

His S/O hates relying on others and Kirishima respects her fierce independence. But he's always there if she does need him. Making her accept help when she's being too stubborn is a sign of how much she trusts him.

Others underestimate his S/O because of her blindness and petite size. Kirishima gets furious when villains or bullies look down on her. Watching their shock when she demolishes them with her earthbending is very satisfying.

Off-duty, she prefers comfortable, practical clothes she can earthbend in, nothing restricting or fussy. Kirishima doesn't care about superficial things like clothes and makeup anyway - he likes her for who she is.

Above all, Kirishima and his S/O connect through their shared passion - becoming the greatest heroes they can be. Her unbreakable spirit and determination to succeed no matter the odds inspire him everyday to be his best self.

~Kaminari~

Denki was initially drawn to his s/o's feisty, independent personality. He loves how she doesn't let her blindness hold her back at all. She has the same adventurous spirit as him.

His s/o uses her earthbending to "see" through feeling vibrations, just like Toph. Denki thinks it's amazing how she visualizes and navigates the world this way.

They playfully tease and sass each other a lot, both having snarky senses of humor. Lots of witty banter between them. Denki has met his match!

His s/o is blunt and straightforward, never hesitating to call Denki out if he's acting dumb. But he knows it comes from a place of love.

Denki sometimes forgets about her blindness, like when he tries to show her memes. She just rolls her eyes fondly. It's NBD to her.

She likes feeling the electric tingling sensation when he uses his quirk. It's a unique way for them to connect.

Denki is protective of her but knows she can handle herself. Still, he stays close by in case she needs him, like helping navigate unfamiliar places.

PDA isn't her thing but she shows affection in other ways, like light punches on the arm or resting her head on his shoulder.

Denki describing new sights and experiences to her when they're out on dates. He's detailed so she can picture it clearly.

His s/o teaching Denki some sick earthbending moves. He loves watching her in action - such power and confidence! He's always in awe.

Denki boasting that his girlfriend is the toughest, most badass chick around. He's super proud to be with someone so strong & inspiring.

~Shinso~

Shinso is initially drawn to her confident, independent personality that is a refreshing change from how people usually walk on eggshells around him due to his Quirk. Her blunt honesty and sarcastic quips keep him on his toes.

Like Toph, s/o uses her earthbending-like abilities to "see" through vibrations in the ground. Shinso finds it fascinating how she perceives and interacts with the world. Her unique perspective helps him realize there are many ways to be a hero.

S/o loves to spar and wrestle with Shinso, eager to test her combat skills against his capture weapon techniques. He has to adapt to her straightforward fighting style. Their competitive natures push each other to improve.

Shinso enjoys the fact that appearances and surface judgements mean nothing to her. She sees (or rather, senses) people for who they truly are underneath, just like she did with him and his Quirk.

He admires her determination to never let her blindness hold her back or make her a damsel in need of protection. But he still looks out for her in subtle ways, while respecting her autonomy.

S/o makes a lot of blind jokes and puns which always get an amused snort out of Shinso even though he tries not to encourage her. Their senses of humor are very in-sync.

Shinso actually finds her tomboyish nature and utter lack of concern about looks/fashion endearing, since he's not one for superficiality either. He likes that she's always unapologetically herself.

Overall, they balance each other well - her brash assertiveness brings Shinso out of his guarded shell, while his rational steadiness tempers her reckless streak. They make a great team in hero work and in life, two "underdogs" who found belonging with each other.

[zoloteh-volossya]

Some Thoughts on Minthara

A repeating theme of all of the Origin companions is that what they think they want at the beginning of the game is a result of their fucked up pasts and is ultimately bad for them. Shadowheart wants to be a DJ, but that cuts her off from the potential to grow beyond Shar and loss. Lae'zel wants to Ascend, which would obliterate her in her entirety. Karlach would rather die than go back to hell, but dying cuts off the potential continued life she may find thanks to that Infernal Forge. Astarion wants to Ascend, which locks him into a cycle of violence, power, and fear. Gale has two failures of goals - first to kill himself for Mystra's forgiveness, then to Ascend (which hollows him out of all the originally noble intentions he had going into it). Wyll wants to serve, no matter what the cost to himself - which would lead him to stay pacted to Mizora when freedom beckons.

All of these initial goals stem from the environments/abuses that the companions are coming from. And they're all understandable! But they're unhealthy and/or maladaptive, and so in order for every Origin companion to get to their best/happiest ending they need to change and grow away from what they initially thought they wanted due to the influence of their pasts and personal flaws.

Minthara, when we meet her under her own free will, has abandoned Lolth but not her attitudes. She seeks love, yes, but also seeks any sort of power she can get her hands on with a desperation borne of fear. She cares deeply for Karlach and Lae'zel and reluctantly for Astarion, Shart, and Gale, but is willing to enslave them all as she herself was enslaved if it makes her Top Dog. Her ideal ending is codependent evil power couple with you, controlling the brain - and I think that's her 'bad' ending, akin to Ascended Astarion or DJ Shart.

Basically, I think there’s two sides to her. There's the side that desires genuine connections and is willing to go to hell for Karlach even if unromanced... and the side that chases power even if it means doing things like enslaving Karlach. She wants purpose (per her dialogue upon leaving Moonrise), a home and friends (per her dialogue when leaving the party), and protection (per her dialogues with the player). I think if she was able to obtain those things through sources other than trying to conquer Menzoberranzan/the Sword Coast she might be able to express the former side of herself more.

We see a bit of that in her Karlach romance, where she throws aside all concerns of seeking power to go to hell for her girlfriend. She doesn't talk of conquering or ruling Avernus - her focus is purely on vengeance for Karlach. It's an interesting reevaluation of her priorities and also why I like her pairing with Karlach so much.

As a side character, she doesn't get a questline and arc like the Origin companions get. But I think that it is notable that her happiest ending seems to be staying in Baldur's Gate. In her epilogue dialogue with Origin!Lae'zel she confesses that she is not happy if she pursues reconquering Menzoberranzan, and harbors doubts about her ability to succeed.

Because ultimately - as Ascended Astarion shows - pursuing power and conquest does not actually make you happier or safer. It just means a life dominated by fear. Lolth's treatment of the drow - and thus the drow treatment of each other - has been compared by writers of canon D&D novels to an abusive relationship. And like so many other survivors of abuse, Minthy is out of the immediate situation but still carries that way of thinking worn into her psyche, like ruts in a road.

She’ll never be “nice” or even necessarily “good,” but I’d like to think that over time, in the right environment, she can leave behind most of the self destructive power seeking of the Lolthite mindset. Move on from the toxic patterns of her past, as the Origin companions get to do in game.

[thequietkid-moonie]

Poly relasionship headcanons

[ Jane Doe & Seth Lowell ]

[ Zenzless Zone Zero ]

✋🏼🐭🤚🏼 I admit it, im in love with both, but can you blame me??? They are so fucking cool!! And the ship with both is so fucking cute too!!

Getting to be in a relasionship with them would be a little tricky at the start because while Jane is well aware of her own feelings and it doesn't take her long to realice yours and Seth's feelings, it is Seth who simply doesn’t catch his feelings, no matter how deeply in love he is or even how obvious his feelings can be it would take him a while to finally understand it

Again, Jane has no problem with her love and having a relasionship with both, is Seth who feels guilt and even ashame for loving two people at the same time, it isn't until both, you and Jane, talk with him about how the feelings are reciprocated and both agreed to be in a poly relasionship when he will finally feel more at ease and accept it

The relasionship is actually really wholesome, both Seth and Jane are incredibly caring and protective, it isn't strange to be treating each other wounds after the misions, even if you don't work at the police like them that won't stop them for worrying about you, while Seth is more obvious and loud with it, going as far as always carrying with him band-aids or anything needed for an emergency, Jane is more lay back, she simply make sure you two are taking properly care of yourselfs (and scold you when you are not)

Both have really busy works, specially Jane, for being a specialist and having undercover work there are long periods of time where she will not be able to see you two, but she always makes sure to leave signals at the station when she can to make sure you know she is safe and she even make sure to make it up for it! Jane doesn't express it a lot but she feels bad for not having as much free time as she would like so she is really affectionate when she has free time, also she make sure to always bring gifts after being apart for a while

Also, most of the time comunication is by message for how busy they are, Seth doesn't send much texts unless he is in his free time because he takes his work way too serious while Jane sends way too much messages, about anything really (even just to say how bored she is during work), she does because it because she knows at anytime she probably would have to go to another important mission and to mess with Seth (who always complains about so much messages during work, even from your part, but absolutely love them)

Everytime is posible the three of you share meals! It is one of the ways to have quality time and also make sure non of you aren't neglecting yourselfs, whenever is posible both will love to cook all together but its fine to simply go for a nice bowl of noddles, as long as all are together!

Both express their love by indirect ways mainly, acts of service and quality time are mostly a love language for both and is something it will never fail. For Seth his main is words of affirmation, he is incredibly honest but also optimistic, he sees the best in everyone and will not doubt on telling you or Jane how amazing you two are in his eyes (and he doesn't even realice the weight of his words!), while Jane is more of giving throughtful gifs and physical affection, you two are constantly in her mind whenever she isn't involved in a mission so she just end up buying a lot of things for both, from simply candies to more bigger and even expensive gifts just because it reminded her of you! As well, she isn't shy in the slighlest so she will not have troubles with clingying to your side and always having her hands over you and Seth (sometimes is just her tail grapping around you)

Non of them are exactly jealous but they are incredibly protective, being protective is a second nature for Seth so whenever you or Jane faces even the smallest tiny danger or someone made you uncomfortable he is imediatly stepping in front of you to shield you (he end up using his position as a police in his advantage without noticing because he just want to protect you), while Jane is more discreet, she will not let anyone mess with her beloved partners but she is smarter when having to deal with someone, it is so easy to scare and intimidate others and she will not doubt on doing it she even laugh a little after the person ran away for their life

Organize their schedule to be able to have a date is a little dificult but definetly not imposible, if possible both prefer to have dates all together, dates outside to simply have a walk or even to eat in a restaurant are always apreciate (although is mostly Jane's or yours plan because Seth doesn't really know where to go) while date inside the house are also common, just to simply relax and probably end up watching a movie rented from Random Play

Seth is against having dates with only one of you because he doesn't want the other to feel left behind (and he gets quite sad if you and Jane go on a date without him), althougt with time he would end up accepting it because of how busy both really are, understanding that it is fine and doesn't mean you don't love the other any less, while Jane doesn't really mind much, she is understanding, however she doesn't like it much neither because she wants to spend as much time as posible with both

[war-in-time]

You’ve expressed like all of the opinions I’m too afraid to post about sotr on here and I want to say thank you! I feel like I’m going crazy seeing everyone talk about how great Lenore dove was when she barely had anything that made her distinct from Lucy gray. Haymitch just tells us about how good and perfect she is and all we really get is that she hates the capitol and keeps secrets from him? But she’s his whole motivation and purpose in life? Idk his obsession with her just didn’t make sense and people make the excuse of young love and teenagers but idk I’m not buying it.

I also HATE how they make him using the force field to win something he did by accident rather than a calculated move. He literally doesn’t remember the force field until after the axe goes over the edge. Like the capitol edit propaganda made him seem more like a rebel than he actually was? I also get the idea of wanting to show how long the rebellion has been working behind the scenes but it would’ve been so much better to see how their individual traumas drew them together. Like I hate that Haymitch only continues with the rebellion because of his dead girlfriend (who gives very manic pixie) rather than because he truly believes in making sure no other child suffers his trauma. I just don’t understand why they got rid of his intellect and just made him a soldier of the rebellion following orders.

I get the themes of propaganda and whatever but it falls flat for me when the story given to us by the capitol is so much more compelling as an example of the early days of the rebellion. The best parts of this book were the side characters like I was mostly reading for Maysilee and Wyatt. They were the saving grace.

Idk I have so many thoughts, sorry that was long lol just had to vent to someone else who is capable of seeing that this book is deserving of some criticism!

I’m really glad to see that others share the same opinion but I’m also not surprised that more people aren’t posting about it. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m older and have learned to deal with conflict without escalating to calling people names for their opinions, which unfortunately does happen on the internet often where people hide behind anonymity. (You’re fine this isn’t a jab.) I also have an English/Literacy degree so I’m not posting anything simply to hate on a book or an author. What I do have is extensive training for breaking text apart to analyze it and think critically about whether or not what we are being presented makes sense or is plausible with an already established story.

I’m also someone who cares about books deeply and Haymitch has always been my favourite character in the original series because of all of his trauma and how he doesn’t want to pass that on to anyone else. He drinks and suffers in silence because the pain of ALL of the people he’s lost has stacked up over 24 years before the 74th games. Katniss has a very good insight into Haymitch’s life in the first book:

But secretly I'm wondering if Haymitch sobered up long enough to help Peeta and me because he thought we just might have the wits to survive. Maybe he wasn't always a drunk. Maybe, in the beginning, he tried to help the tributes. But then it got unbearable. It must be hell to mentor two kids and then watch them die. Year after year after year. I realize that if I get out of here, that will become my job. To mentor the girl from District 12. The idea is so repellent, I thrust it from my mind (HG.306).

I think of Haymitch, with all his money. What did his life become? He lives alone, no wife or chil- dren, most of his waking hours drunk. I don't want to end up like that (HG.311).

His character has changed so completely to someone I don’t recognize in sotr and all of this was done to simply include a 16 year old girlfriend 24 years dead. Haymitch never needed a girlfriend to be obsessed over for he rest of his life to explain why he was single when we know from Katniss’ own fears and Haymitch’s personal experiences why he never found a wife or had kids; his own family was stripped from him as punishment and being a victor does not guarantee your children’s safety.

So how is 25 years of mental exhaustion and pain not enough of a motivation for him to rebel against the Capital with everyone else? Why add Lenore that not only strips his motive away but also his lived experiences? I’m not even going to get into all the propaganda stuff because it’s all badly done/stupid since we know the Capital is already chock full of propaganda.

I feel like we could have very plausibly gotten a novel based on early days of the rebellion but it could never be Haymitch’s games. It actually would have been a lot more compelling and make more sense plot wise I’d say we had: a book set maybe on the 60th hunger games?

A set of tributes from district 12, we’d get to see Haymitch relatively towards the earlier days of his mentoring career (maybe see how his mental state is doing and how he’s slowly deteriorating with the loss every year). Have these two tributes be an early spark for the rebellion. Maybe they could do something like trying to blow up an arena in their games and Snow has them targeted and killed (like he would have with Haymitch in sotr if he didn’t have plot armour).

We know district 12 hadn’t had a single victor in between Haymitch, Katniss and Peeta. So show us a book where we know for the entire time that we’re reading it that the tributes whose point of view we are focusing on are not going to win. Show us how another death impacts Haymitch and maybe after 10 years of watching two kids die he locks himself in his house and drowns himself with alcohol.

The thing is a good story does still exist in this universe, but the author has given up.

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Last night I was discussing with @ernestonlysayslovelythings that one of the things Gilmore Girls does really well is nuance. In terms of conflict, most characters will be a little bit right and a little bit wrong (as it tends to be in life), and yet many viewers will automatically side with one particular character. Lorelai and Rory (Rory in particular) tend to often be seen as in the wrong, and this intrigues and frustrates me. While a lot of the time they are 'in the wrong', so is the other character, and yet this is rarely acknowledged. Information which the other character has (and the audience has) is not given to Lorelai and Rory and yet they are still criticised for it (which other posts have gone into).

Emily and Paris are fan favourites and it's easy to understand why; they are funny, sarcastic and outspoken and yet also have vulnerability. Viewers will often take Emily's side in an argument with Lorelai and Paris's with Rory, which I find frustrating, because the reasoning seems to be either that Emily and Paris are 'more funny' or that Lorelai and Rory are 'annoying'. Emily and Paris are funny (Paris in particular is exaggerated as a side character) but they can also be very mean. Lorelai and Rory are not intentionally mean, generally speaking, yet a key element of Emily and Paris's characterisation is unkindness. Of course, this is largely for comedic effect (such as Emily firing maids and Paris making Brad cry), and yet Lorelai and Rory seem to be held to a higher standard. Emily and Paris can be very cruel to Lorelai and Rory (ie Emily's ongoing disgust over her daughter's romantic life or lack of and Paris bullying Rory at school) but it doesn't seem to 'count'. Viewers identify the reasons for this; such as Emily's hurt over Lorelai running away or Paris feeling intimidated by Rory, but do not extend the same understanding to Lorelai and Rory. Lorelai can be immature and shut out her parents, which is due to an unhappy childhood, and Rory sometimes wants space (which I don't personally find unreasonable), but that apparently means they're 'arrogant'.

This lack of nuance is also notable with Jess. With non-Literati shippers, many viewers write Jess off as the asshole exboyfriend who has 'exaggerated' his unhappy life with Liz and is 'ungrateful' to Luke. On the flip side, many Literati shippers take the view that Jess never does anything wrong and Luke is a total jerk. Again, there is nuance here; Jess is not infallible and, like all the characters, he is right and wrong about certain things. While there is zero evidence that Jess exaggerated anything (although some fans seem to exaggerate for him), he can be rude and perhaps seem ungrateful, but it is understandable. He acts this way because he had an unreliable mother who sent him to live in a strange town with his uncle without any say, and he lashes out because he is angry and not listened to. In S6 when Jess has grown up, he appreciates what Luke did for him, because he has the maturity to see it. Luke, for his part, did his best and also messed up because he stubbornly thought he knew what he was doing, and didn't think he needed advice. It does not negate the fact that he cared and tried his hardest. As with Lorelai and Emily, Luke and Jess are both right and both wrong with their reaction to things.

It's also interesting that within Literati shippers, the majority of people will take Jess's side in a conflict with him and Rory. Jess and Rory are flawed people (who are also very young) who manage to hurt each other deeply. Rory runs away after kissing Jess because she does not know how to handle her feelings, which Jess perceives as her thinking he isn't worth staying for and, a year later, Jess leaves town without saying goodbye, which Rory also wrongly perceives as a rejection. Neither of them intend to be cruel and yet, according to numerous Lit shippers, Jess was hurting and Rory 'couldn't see it'. Of course she couldn't see it - Jess never communicated to her that he was in trouble at high school and had to drop out, or that his father showed up, or anything else going on with him. She could see something was wrong but couldn't help him. Likewise, Rory never communicated to Jess that she was feeling mixed up about being with Dean and later with Logan, but somehow this understanding isn't extended to Rory. Jess and Rory are both fallible and are both written with excellent nuance.

One of the best things about Gilmore Girls is how well it reflects growing up and our relationships in real life. Situations are rarely binary and, as we mature, we can often look at conflict more objectively and see 'the other side'. Lorelai and Rory, along with most of the characters they interact with, are written with depth. When they mess up or miscommunicate, it doesn't mean they 'wrong' or not worth caring about - it means they have something to learn from. They are funny, frustrating, vulnerable and have moments of clarity, just as with real people.

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while i'm thinking about haibane renmei i should put it out there that something specific i really love about it is the juxtaposition between reki's aesthetic - chain-smoking, scooter-riding, perennially-aloof Cool Girl - and her role as caretaker for old home's children (as well as her unofficial role as mentor and caretaker for all the old home haibane). she's so specifically presented as, on the surface, the sort of person who should absolutely not be in that position; her personality and demeanor are totally at odds with working as what is effectively a preschool teacher. she's a caretaker who disregards her own health and neglects her own safety; a mentor who can't communicate her own needs. she is not a natural fit for her job. but, y'know - she does it anyway. because it's what she has to do, because she can only prove (to the world; to herself) that she's worth anything if she does a good enough job at living for others. she doesn't naturally assume the motherly role of caregiver; she has to contort herself to fit into it, and even then she still doesn't quite mesh. but she still gives it everything she has, and does the best job she possibly can. that's the basic juxtaposition of her character - someone giving everything for others even though she's not naturally good at it, and even though she can barely take care of herself

and with that initially i think ABe is trying to signal to the viewer the thing that reki believes about herself - that she's not actually good at this, and that she fails at it over and over, and that she's a selfish broken person trying to use that role for her own salvation. that she isn't really meant for or good at the job that she has. but as the series ends, the two sides of the juxtaposition flip. both the viewer and reki herself realize that the role she's been performing is her "true" self. that she really is a caregiver, a healer, somebody who cares so deeply for others - that the image of a broken, jaded person is a veneer that she's been pushed to adopt. that the supposed contradiction doesn't really exist, because she is in fact wonderful at taking care of others, and does in fact genuinely care about their wellbeing

there's a sort of beautiful, restorative irony inherent to reki's character arc, which is that the actions necessary for her salvation were already being performed the whole time. she was already doing everything she needed to do in order to be a good person who makes the world around her a better place. she never needed redemption. the only problem was that she couldn't see it; that she couldn't recognize the authenticity of her own actions. she was already whole - she just had to stop thinking she was broken. and i think all of that is so neatly communicated in her character design and core personality. she's a complete person who's managed to convince herself (and the world around her) that she's damaged; she's a teacher and a healer who's managed to tell herself that she doesn't care enough and won't ever care enough. a caregiver who chain-smokes and drives too fast. her only necessary salvation is in understanding that those two sides of her are not mutually exclusive; that she is both, and that she is already enough

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THE HEAVEN CAST!!!!! WHOOOOOOO!!!!!

So first off, we got a redesign for the Exorcist Angel armor. I wanted to keep the colors light so they stand out when in Hell. I was also hugely inspired by Crusades armor, since the Crusades fought for religious territory, I thought taking inspo from there made sense.

Then we have Lute, Emily, Sera and Adam's designs. I'll explain it all under the cut if you're interested!!!

LUTE!!!!!!!!!! Sorry guys but she's basically a different character with the same name at this point

So I think that Lute was like a mentor figure to Vaggie, she was the closest thing Vaggie had to a (sorta) mom but it's defiantly like a student-master relationship.

I think that Vaggie trusted and cared for Lute deeply, she devoted all her time and energy into training in order to make not only Heaven better, but to make Lute proud. Lute was a HUGE driving force Vaggie's martyr complex.

But they were close!!!! The care wasn't just once sided, I think Lute did love Vaggie. I think they both care for each other SO much, that's why it will hurt SO MUCH when it's LUTE as the one to de-wing and banish Vaggie. She LOVED her, she TRUSTED HER!!!!!

Trust that I will be delving deeper into this in the future ✊✊✊

So Emily and Sera's designs and roles in the story are pretty much the same, I liked them in canon! They were fun and offered an interesting addition to the show!!!!

The main thing I chose to change was basically their hair and skin color tbh. I understand what the show was TRYING to do, w the fact that they're supposed to be black (and apparently those are supposed to be dreads in Sera????) but.......... It wasn't good.

With their canon skin color, I know a lot of angels have gray skin but to me, it looked like the designers didn't know whether to make Sera and Emily (especially Sera) gray or flesh colored, which then resulted in them trying to meet it in the middle and left us with this,,,, really ashy looking black skin in some shots which I didn't like.

I decided to just make them a darker gray so they can both be seen as black and also keep consistent with angels having gray skin :)

ALSO THAT ONE DOODLE WITH EMILY LOOKING AT CHAGGIE, I PROMISEEEEEE THAT SHE DOESN'T LIKE EITHER OF THEM LIKE THAT, I JUST DID IT TO BE FUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!

(I think the ship is cute but personally, it's not for me ^^)

And finally..... ADAM!!!!!!!!!!!

So like Lute, Adam is basically a completely different character with that same name just slapped on.

I REALLY didn't like him in the show to be honest. I think we was an enjoyable character at times but he's totally like my second to last fav character (with my LEAST favorite being Lucifer LOL). I think it was an interesting take on Adam definitely!! To see him so cocky and full of himself bc of his title but....... It was just very...... Viziepop with the whole "original dick" thing......

Adam is the literal FATHER of humanity!!!? He is EVERYONE'S FATHER!!!!!! I don't understand the point of making him mean aside from the fact that he's supposed to be an opposing force in the show, but even then, just because he's the opposing force, doesn't mean he's gotta be a huge jerk!!!!!

I think it could be more interesting and add more nuisance to the story is Adam WAS this sweet, caring guy who, like the protagonists, is only doing what he thinks is right!

I'll delve more into Adam in my next post BUT everything he does is out of his trust in God and the Seraphims, he trusts them wholeheartedly and despite the fact that the Sinners of Hell were once his children too, he does what he must because his flaw isn't that he's egotistical or an asshole, it's that he cares and trusts with his entire being.

He's also best friends with Kris Kringle

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Why do all of Daryl's love interest's strikingly resemble Beth?

I’ve always found it incredibly interesting how deeply Beth impacted Daryl’s psyche—so I wanted to rant about it for a bit.

In The Walking Dead: Origins, Norman Reedus says, “This is the first girl who’s ever been nice to Daryl, so he misreads the situation." Then, in Daryl Dixon: The Return, he confirms that Daryl did have real feelings for Beth. Their relationship was meant to come off as lovey-dovey, Daryl just never got the chance to act on it.

Beth’s warmth, kindness, and relentless optimism came at a time when Daryl was at his lowest—after the fall of the prison. And for the first time, he allowed himself to emotionally open up. To be vulnerable. What does Beth do in response? She meets him with nothing but patience and understanding. Even when he lashes out, she never judges him—she just tries to comfort him. No malice, no fear. Just compassion.

It def marked a turning point in their relationship. They went from simply surviving side by side to genuinely caring for each other. There was a softness growing between them—a deep, mutual trust. After they burned down the shack, I really think Daryl truly let Beth into his heart. we see this quiet shift in their relationship. He starts teaching her how to track, they hold hands and he gives her a piggyback ride and when he stands in the door way watching Beth sing, i believe thats when he 100% realized he was falling in love with her

In their final scene together at the funeral home, while sharing dinner Daryl begins to awkwardly open up about his complicated emotions. But they never get to finish their conversation. :(

Norman said it best: “She was the light at the end of a tunnel for Daryl.” After Beth was kidnapped Daryl refused to say she was dead to Rick instead simply said "she's just gone" grit his teeth and held out hope he'd find her. But once they were finally reunited after everything, she was taken again, right before his eyes, then shit after Beth’s death? Daryl breaks down in a way we hadn't seen before annnd haven’t really seen since.

He pulls away from the group, isolates himself and shows how desperate he is to be numb and avoid the topic of Beth to the point where he begins self-harming puts a cigarette out on his skin and sobs uncontrollably in the woods. Then We see it again with his conversation with Rick when Rick says, "I know you lost something back there. "...

Daryl quickly changes the subject to Judith, being hungry and avoiding the topic of Beth.

He did it with Carol, too. While she talked about Beth, he just listened, didn't say a word. Carol even says to him, "You have to let yourself feel it." Meaning, he wasn't letting himself feel it...

Beth gave Daryl a safe space to confront his grief and trauma, gently helping him release the weight of his past. In doing so, she drew out a side of him that was more compassionate, teaching him to interact with the world in a way that contrasted sharply with the hardened, cynical approach he'd learned from Merle. She encouraged him to see the goodness in people, a perspective he had long since lost.

The acceptance she offered made Daryl emotionally reliant on her during their time together. Though they were complete opposites, they balanced each other in a way that made them co-dependent for different reasons. Each of them brought out strengths in the other, and together they found a fragile, yet powerful, kind of harmony.

Beth didn’t owe him anything, yet she chose to help him, even though it wasn’t easy. For Daryl, it was a first—he’d never had anyone prioritize him without expecting something in return. even if it was an uphill battle.

Furthermore Daryl also struggled deeply with self-worth, often seeing himself as a dumb redneck who wasn’t worth a damn. But with Beth, for the first time, i think he felt like he really mattered to someone not because he had anything to give back in return but because maybe he was actually important to her.

What makes this all the more heartbreaking is that Daryl never got closure. After Beth wove her way into his heart and helped him see himself in a new light, she was suddenly gone. She left behind nothing but the echoes of their time together—the way she made him feel: cared for, valued, and significant. Beth was the one bright spot in his dark world, a force of kindness who only ever tried to make things better. And in the end, that light was extinguished, for no good reason and Daryl was left with nothing but the memories of what could have been.

I don’t think his character has ever fully recovered since Coda He’s quieter now. More guarded (if possible). He lost that spunk.

To really dubble down on that pain and how much Beth ment to him Daryl kept her knife on him 24'7 until the Saviors took him hostage And to this day, he hasn’t said her name. Not once.

So what does any of that say about his future relationships?

Let’s start with Leah... the tame one.

Eight years after Coda, we’re introduced to her. And here’s something I noticed: every woman Daryl has been involved with since Beth? Blonde, blue eyes And all of them, in some way, needed him—just like Beth did.

The similarities:

Both Leah and Beth are introduced as kind and hopeful, though their natures evolve over time.

Both are lonely, isolated characters.

Both try to get Daryl to open up emotionally before he’s ready.

But that’s where the similarities end, especially in terms of personality. I think her general appearance allowed Daryl to lower his guard, to try again.

It wasn’t necessarily about Leah herself—it was what she reminded him of.

BUT NOW WE’RE ONTO THE CRAZY ONE! Isabelle is proxy Beth, and you will not be able to change my mind.

• Scars on Their Wrists: Both Beth and Isabelle have scars on their wrists, symbolizing their struggles and survival.

• Singing Moments: Remember how Beth often sang, bringing a sense of peace amidst chaos? Isabelle and Laurent shared a similar moment, showcasing their bond and offering a brief respite from the harsh reality. • Innocent and Kind Nature: Both characters are portrayed as kind-hearted and somewhat innocent, yet they possess an inner strength that becomes more evident as their stories unfold. • Protective Roles: Beth was incredibly protective of Judith and others in the group. Likewise, Isabelle takes on a protective role for Laurent, ensuring his safety and well-being. • Influence on Daryl: Both Beth and Isabelle have a profound impact on Daryl. Beth helped him open up emotionally and find hope during a dark time, while Isabelle helps him rediscover a sense of purpose in France.

• Faith and Hope: Both characters embody themes of faith and hope. Beth’s belief in a better future and her positive outlook are mirrored in Isabelle’s hope and determination. • EVEN HOW THEY DIE Beth and Isabelle both hid sharp weapons in their sleeves. Both struck their attackers. Both were killed immediately in retaliation. And Daryl had to watch both of them die. Beth stabbed Dawn, was instantly shot, and died infront of him

Isabelle sliced Losang’s face, was stabbed and and died infront of him It’s almost too similar. Even though our favorite blonde has been gone for years, Daryl is still searching for her. Maybe not literally—but emotionally, spiritually—he’s looking. Whether he realizes it or not, you can’t deny the parallels. Leah, Isabelle... they echo Beth in different ways. Leah looked like her—maybe that’s why she caught his attention after Rick vanished. She filled a void, a shadow of what he lost. But Isabelle? Isabelle was Beth in spirit. The way she acted, the light in her, the hope.

Beth truly did emotionally scar daryl and left a hole that couldn't be filled for the rest of his life the attachments and feelings he still holds for her are evidently apparent. she was the first woman he ever fell in love with and I don’t think he’ll ever recover from that, she probably will be the only person to get Daryl to open up the way she did. But that doesn’t stop him from trying to replicate his relationship with her over and over…

Their ark together was the happiest we’ve ever seen Daryl and the most emotionally comfortable we’ve seen him with another individual. His sorrow truly comes from finally finding her and feeling that burning, hope that it’s truly not over and she was right all along.

Only Her to be gone in the snap of a finger

"you're gonna miss me so bad when i'm gone daryl dixon" i can say with 100% certainty he definitely misses her more than she could ever know, and i think that sentence truly haunts him.