#but it would be a likely result of the solution wouldn't it?

[ironworked]

The thing about Buck's previous relationships and how they ended is that they involved a conflict about who they were or what they wanted (or didn't), it was a manifestation of a fundamental incompatibility.

With Abby, Buck learned/admitted that he wanted a serious, long-term relationship, and Abby started to acknowledge her own needs and wants after having spent so much time taking care of her mother... but those needs and wants took her away from Buck. After the breakup, he learned not to chase after someone who doesn't want him (and Abby got her happy ending).

With Ali, his accident and convalescence made her realize she couldn't deal with his job... while it underlined how important it was to him.

Taylor and Buck made good friends, good partners-in-crime, but they learned they didn't make good life partners because they had different priorities. Buck broke up with her instead of trying again because he realized that. Taylor too got her happy ending (we saw her promote her book about the 118).

Natalia, no matter what she was conceived as, ended up being kind of like Ali, only instead of fearing Buck's dangerous job it was his main attraction for her.

But now, with Tommy, there's no real conflict in their break up: they both want long-term with each other, they're both thinking about being each other's last! The stick in the wheels here is fear and miscommunication, and it's far from a clean break on both sides (they're both shown wanting to reach out).

Obviously they (or at least Buck) are meant to recover from this, even the interviews directly alluded to Buck needing to figure himself out and the like. So if what caused the issue is worked on/improved/talked through... wouldn't that draw them closer?

[lyrefromthesea]

Could i request some hasira and where they like to kiss reader headcannons? Thank you!

Male hashira x Reader - This is where to kiss you

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: none

Tengen:

• i feel like he'd lay on you when he's feeling vulnerable. but he's quite heavy for someone like you, isn't he? his solution: resting his head on your lap instead.

• he doesn't want to talk when he's feeling vulnerable, bathing in your silence is enough for him, but he still needs to show you that he appreciates your presence.

• his movements are quiet, slow even. he presses a gentle kiss against your thigh, his hand rubbing over your leg to gift you some of his warmth.

Obanai:

• due to the insecurity about his face, he developed the habit to approach you from behind when he wasn't wearing it.

• it's easier for him to approach you like this, wrapping his arms around your torso and leaning his face against your shoulder.

• he tends to leave a light kiss or two on your back, right under shoulder.

• he'll eventually learn that you're not judging him for his scars, but the kisses will continue, because he likes the way your skin heats up when he shows you this special form of affection.

Rengoku:

• it's a standard for him to kiss you goodbye before he leaves for his mission. it's just that Senjuro is standing right next to you.

• it almost felt wrong to him to kiss you on the lips when his little brother is staring at the two of you with his innocent and bright eyes.

• he settles for a kiss on your cheek, gently cupping your face. a promise to come back. he would never leave the people he loved, not before he could see them one last time.

• you watch him walk off every time, your hand resting on Senjuro's shoulder as you pray for Kyojuro to come back safely.

Sanemi:

• he has a habit of burying his face in the crook of your neck. perhaps it's a moment of vulnerability, perhaps he's just tired or wants to hold you close. he just does it.

• when he finally gets out of his quiet trance, he'll whisper something against your skin, pressing an almost tender kiss against your neck or your shoulder.

• weirdly enough, he often gets shy after such a vulnerable moment between the two of you, a light flush dusting his cheeks in response.

Giyuu:

• he was nervous at first, often leaving kisses on your cheek or the top of your head, but he'll grow out of that habit eventually.

• when he finally realizes that it's okay to show his affection via kisses, he'll grow more confident in his actions.

• he likes leaving kisses on the corner of your lips. it's intimate enough to let you know that he appreciates you, but even more importantly, you'll always give him a real kiss on the lips in return.

Gyomei:

• it's obvious to anyone seeing the two of you. Gyomei was taller than you - by a lot. yet he still wants to show his affection to you.

• he'll settle for a kiss on the top of your head, leaning down to reach you.

• if he's feeling especially affectionate, he'll swoop you up and hold you close. your chest will be right in front of his face, resulting in a kiss on your collarbone or the top of your chest.

• he wouldn't mind stopping if you were uncomfortable with his actions. luckily, both of you seemed to like it.

[sillystringpasta]

so, i see all these aus where danny gets help from the justice league for the anti ecto acts, and they're great. but hear me out. ghost king danny. classic setup, acts need to be repealed or war.

so danny goes to the league, of course.

the league of assassins.

Ra's is already familiar with death, and ghosts, and the realms. ya man's had the lazarus pits for centuries, he knows a little bit of what's what. maybe there's already some trade relations going on. more importantly, he has a massive group of hyper competent people who can pull strings in the government very stealthily, and have no outside affiliation or loyalty to that government.

but why not the JL? most of them are based in the USA. they work with the government (danny assumes). surely they are aware of the Acts. surely they would conform to them, enforce them.

so ghost king danny meets with ra's, who gives rancid vibes, but is able to, and wants to, do a smear campaign against the JL. against the USA. to gain favor with the guy who is the king of his most sacred resource, and knowledge about how to use the Pits to gain some basic liminal powers.

danny doesn't like the solution, exactly. but he's king. and this is what will protect his people. this is what will get expedient results. this is what his advisors who will still permit peace will allow.

so danny takes the deal with Ra's.

the initial outrage begins online, perhaps through MikMok. a mega famous influencer is cosplaying as superman, doing a twerking sort of dance to the most current haha funni meme song. the text overlay reads: when the superheroes condone genocide because they aren't human, ANTI-ECTO ACTS (whatever law/section code they were passed in).

it goes viral. and then someone finds the Acts (prodded along by the League) and it goes from a hit sensation online to every. single. news outlet flooding with information (puppeted by the League).

is this real? the Acts are real. but why? if these people(?) don't exist, why the Acts? the outrage. the mass confusion. the conspiracies. the new subgeddits and trending xitter tags. 4kun greentext be me: a ghost, becomes the new thing.

at this point, the GIW are scrambling to keep their involvment on the downlow. there are acts, sure, but they're not enforced :DDDD

vlad is in a similar situation. he cloned a guy. he def experimented on other ghosts to get to that level of knowledge. naturally, this is about when lex luthor gets involved. because, wouldn't you know it, but project CADMUS? yeah. that was a collab with DalvCo. they both wanted non-human clones from green stuff. they got it, and now luthor's sitting on some unpretty information.

he promptly shoves vlad under the bus, which is rapidly becoming less of a bus and more a trainwreck.

the league is surprised this happened, but goes with it.

the US governemnt is still trying to deny, deny, deny.

it's at this point that the JL gets themselves together. they don't know if the papers by Drs fenton are biased, or if ecto entities really are mindless creatures bent on destruction.

constantine says they're biased. green lantern concurs.

they decide to summon an ecto entity and find out what is going on.

danny is pretty stressed. it's a stressful situation. he's on break for the first time since they got a solution to this problem. he's not gonna answer a summoning. he has people to do that for him.

so they don't get the ghost king.

but they do get-

dani. and jazz. at the same time.

maximum possible psychic damage.

in the room at the watchtower is the big 3, green lantern, martian manhunter, flash, constantine, zatanna, raven, and black canary (legends of tomorrow experience? cool headed? there for arrow who is busy?).

dani doesn't like superman. he treats clones badly. jazz doesn't like batman, see Arkham.

dani doesn't know who c, z, raven, or bc are. jazz kinda knows of them, but not well.

so the actual negotiations go down with WW and MM.

they have a lot of questions. dani (abomination form) introduces jazz (basic looking human) as a princess of the realms. jazz says that the Acts are real, the realms want war, go suck a creamsickle (that was dani), they want restitution for the lives lost from the GIW.

then they leave the JL wondering who the GIW are.

someone (LoA) manages to hack the watchtower and post the meeting online as soon as it happens. or maybe they livestreamed it on Switch.

my spamblr, the result of my space buying tumblr in 1999, gains its first sexy women (jazz). jazz/WW fiction springs up on AOL3 overnight.

the GIW goes public. they try to push the envelop of ghosts being non-sentient. they try to use jazz being ambassador for that meeting to help their case. the JL is fighting accuations, but they are being pidgeon holed into siding with the GIW by the media.

it's at this point that things go from trainwreck to airplane runway crash.

dalvco and luthor are in a lawsuit. the usgov is under pressure from everyone. people are calling for impeachment of the president. the GIW is getting raided and having their evil posted online. the drs fentons are absent (in the ghost zone, either being evil or having mimosas with pandora). ra's is trying to use new knowledge of the Pits to reanimate tim's spleen. the JL is under constant fire. everyone who has ever had a malicious opinion about super or meta control is getting new platforms. danny can't use his intimate knowledge of what's going on to write his essays for school.

the world is galvanized. there are calls to action. liminals of Amity Prak come forward. you could be liminal too! the Acts get repealed. the GIW gets cleaned out, all prisoners rescued. the realms get restituition. the meta protection acts get expanded.

people will learn about phantom, the superhero. the dead boy who saved them all when the JL didn't answer amity's calls. the JL comes under more fire. they lose funding, defund the police style. for maximum chaos, this can be when the miraculous ladybug crossover starts.

phantom gets a bajillion features on true crime podcasts. tucker keeps sending links to the episodes to them. sam will never admit it, but she listens to them.

but things will never, ever be the same. arguably it's a bad end. but...

black canary restructures arkham from what jazz said to batman in that meeting. many of the rogues get actual help. the joker is transfered to a supermax. he never escapes again. nightwing takes the discowing costume back up in celebration.

vlad loses the lawsuit, and uses his powers to get one over on luthor, who has a mind control suggestion implanted to (amongst other things) never be able to work on these projects again.

there is greater transparancy in superhero work. this makes some people start social programs for villians who have a point. it works for a few of them. the JL is cleared up to handle more extraterrestriel threats, not leaving the burden on one person alone in the cities. the child sidekicks have less work.

amanda waller is fired. ironically, she had nothing to do with any of this, but people assume that she did. either way, everyone agrees it's deserved.

the league of assassins makes a lot of money. they get hired a lot in turbulent times.

disney, which is utterly unchanged in this dimension, makes a documentary about everything. they get dani in for an interview. it's in very bad taste. there is at least one death pun and CGI'd animal.

danny graduates.

clockwork smiles.

[flowerandblood]

The Price of Pride (6/?)

[ canon • Aemond x Royce • female ]

[ warnings: kissing, mutual masturbation, infidelity, smut, the angst, sexual tension, imprisonment, abuse of power, manipulation ]

[ description: Prince Aemond finds a solution to the disproportion in the number of dragons between Dragonstone and King's Landing: he decides to find dragon blood and, like his half-sister, train dragon riders. He takes as his target the daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce, whom he abducts and imprisons in the Red Keep. Slow burn, darkish, insolent, arrogant Aemond. I have combined several requests here: (dragon blood female & prisoner female). ]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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Never before had the wooden ceiling of a bed seemed so interesting to her.

The Maester was trying to be gentle and his touch was respectful – she knew that, but still what he was doing, the fact that there were other people around behind the cream curtains made her tense, even though she knew the verdict would be one.

When the examination was finally completed she sighed quietly and swallowed hard, rising on her elbow – she lowered her skirt down thinking she wouldn't give them the satisfaction and cry – Maester's voice and what he said was like honey to her ears.

"She is a maiden, My King. I have no doubt."

A moment later, she heard the sound of a door opening and closing with a loud slam.

Prince Aemond gave everyone an expression of his fury at this obviously unfounded accusation.

She took a quiet breath as someone pulled aside one of the veils – the king's face seemed satisfied, as if not the end result but the fact that he had once again shown his brother who had the last word was his reward.

"I am relieved, dear cousin, that you have come to no harm under my brother's care. I hope you understand that in no way did I mean to offend you or undermine your virtue." He said lightly, knowing that she could not reply anything other than to confirm his certainly sincere and good intentions.

"I am grateful to you for your concern, Your Grace." She replied, looking him straight in the eye, to her surprise feeling neither bitterness nor regret.

This would at least cut off any further gossip about her and the tongue of the servant who had given her pleasure that day, as promised by the prince.

She guessed he would not leave it at that.

"I wish to see your dragon and judge for myself the value he will bring to the upcoming battles. I also want him to stay in the Dragon's Pit with the rest of the dragons and not with Vhagar." He said, and she nodded, knowing that there was no point in standing up.

This brother or another, what difference did it make.

"He is still wild and untamed, my King. Accustomed to freedom. I fear that sudden confinement may kill his spirit." She replied softly.

Aegon nodded.

"I may yet change my decision. For now, I want to see him."

In accordance with his desire, he, she and a retinue consisting of several members of the Kingsguard, including Ser Criston Cole, set off on horseback to Vhagar's lair where the two dragons rested.

When they arrived, she felt joy, or rather a new kind of it, one she had experienced for the first time when she saw Sheepstealer.

Her dragon squawked happily at the sight of her, coming quickly up to her on his paws, watching her from all sides, intrigued, paying no attention to the other newcomers.

He was as sweet as a baby, she thought with tenderness, lonely for long years, craving tenderness, understanding and attention as much as she did.

He was everything she was, which is why the moment she first looked into his eyes she knew she would succeed in taming him.

She knew what he needed and she was able to give it to him, and he reciprocated.

Her dragon was the only man she needed.

"Magnificent. Fierce. And large indeed. Bigger than Sunfyre. Very well." Exclaimed the King with a smile, clearly pleased and reassured.

When his brother was not next to him he felt in control of the situation again.

She stroked the muzzle of her dragon, for some reason also smiling, its scales under her skin hard and rough.

"We are at your service, my King." She replied, wanting to be sure they would leave her alone.

She just wanted to be close to her dragon, nothing more.

"Good. You and my brother will take turns patrolling the sky daily. This will relieve the burden on Vhagar and allow the prince to attend to other, equally important matters." He said, and she nodded.

"Present our subjects with our new dragon. Show them that we are stronger than ever." He commanded, and she held back the smile of amusement that pressed across her face.

Is that so?

Outside? Maybe.

But inside, they were one rotten fruit.

"My King."

Flying over King's Landing was a kind of liberation for her – she felt she was showing not only the world what she had become, but more importantly her father.

She hoped, feeling the wind in her hair, whirling on the Sheepstealer in the skies with laughter, that Daemon was throwing his cups in Dragonstone out of rage, cursing the day she was born.

Although she hated her heritage and her name, it was the dragon that saved her and gave her life meaning.

It felt like they understood each other without words, that one move of hers was enough to make him change his flight course to where she wanted or dive down.

Once they landed, she always spent a bit of time with him, lying on the grass beside him, stroking his muzzle – she wanted him to know that he wasn't just her tool that she used.

No.

She felt something completely different that filled her heart wonderfully.

Love.

Looking out of the corner of her eye at Vhagar lying in the distance, plunged into a deep sleep, completely ignoring them, she wondered if these were the feelings that Prince Aemond had for his dragoness.

You should fall to your knees before her, you fucking whore, not laugh.

This was not an expression of his pride then.

It was an expression of his deep affection for her.

She smiled at this thought, recognising that at last she understood him.

Her expression was gentle and contented when, walking down the corridor of the Red Keep with a guard who did not leave her side, she came across him, apparently heading for Vhagar's liege.

"Where have you been?" He asked disturbed, seeing her riding attire.

She sighed quietly, pulling her black leather gloves from her hands.

"The King ordered that we take turns patrolling the skies. I have done that duty today. You may rest." She said, and he swallowed hard, something expression in his face as if he felt discomfort.

Another thing he was taking away from him, she thought.

"Leave us." He directed his cold words to the guard. He nodded and walked away with the quiet clang of his steel armour.

The prince moved away towards the cloisters, and she moved with him.

He didn't want anyone to hear their conversation.

"What did you say to him?" He asked, looking sideways, as if he couldn't bear to see her.

"To whom?"

"To my brother. Did you betray me?" He asked coldly, throwing her a drawn-out, stern look.

She sighed heavily and shook her head, closing her eyes, tired after the physical exertion, not having the strength for his baseless accusations.

"How?" She asked, his jaw clenched, his body upright and tense.

"Don't play a fucking fool. You know perfectly well what I'm referring to."

She laughed at his words, shrugging her shoulders, bringing him to the brink of fury.

She could see it in his wide-open eye, in his feral, furious gaze.

"I know, but I haven't told him anything and I won't. It's not in my nature to complicate a situation where I'm comfortable. Being your enemy is not my desire. The lack of your unity drastically reduces my chances of survival, and having tamed the dragon, its value in my eyes has increased greatly." She said lightly, looking him straight in the eye, seeing that his hands entwined behind his back were clenched into fists.

He hated it when she spoke to him like that, but he couldn't do anything to her in public.

"I also wish for you to continue to teach me the language of Old Valyria. In return, I will report to you on what I am asked and what the King tells me to soothe your troubled soul." She hummed with a smile, watching with satisfaction as he drew in a loud breath and licked his lower lip, apparently trying not to use his hands on her long neck.

"Do we have an agreement, my Prince?" She asked, cocking her head.

He sighed, glancing sideways, and shook his head, clearly not believing that he had consented to such humiliation.

"In the library. Every day, right after supper."

She learned of Lady Floris Baratheon's arrival in the Red Keep from her maid – braiding some of her hair at the back of her head, she told her of what she had seen.

"Lady Floris arrived in a brown gown embroidered with gold thread. Her hair is black and long, pinned up in a braid, smoothed down in front, her forehead high, her gaze proud and solemn. Her smile, in my opinion, has no lightness or conviction." Said Lysa, and she giggled under her breath, looking at her and herself in the reflection of the mirror.

"What a harsh judgement. Perhaps it was that smile that the prince found so charming that he chose her." She replied lightly, thinking with amusement that her cousin was surely writhing in agony right now, entertaining his betrothed.

Good, she thought.

Let him suffer.

"Perhaps, however, the memory of that day must spend his sleep." Said Lysa, gracefully weaving one of her strands in with the rest of her hairstyle.

She blinked, intrigued.

"What do you mean?"

Lysa looked at her surprised, as if snapped out of her reverie.

"Don't you know, my Lady? It was on this day that Prince Aemond killed Prince Lucerys. That poor boy. His mother searched for his remains in madness and despair, but apparently there was nothing left of him but his cloak. He was devoured by Vhagar." She explained, and she swallowed hard, feeling a cold sweat run down her back.

He says that Luke's death was an accident, but I don't know if I believe him.

I don't recognise him anymore and I warn you that he's unpredictable.

She was sure she would eat her supper as usual in solitude, but it turned out that the King had held a small banquet and she was to attend.

Aegon wanted to show off her dragon and what she had done, while humiliating his brother and his betrothed, she thought wryly, walking there reluctantly.

When the door opened in front of her, she saw a long table, on either side of which sat the royal family and their loyal lords with their relatives.

She did not know where she should sit or what to do, the King, however, decided to take pity on her.

"Ah, here is my dear, fearless cousin. Come here, my Lady, I have assigned you a seat next to my brother. Perhaps your presence will lift his spirits." He called out, and she swallowed hard, lowering her gaze, knowing that she couldn't react to this, that she just had to survive it.

She sat down in the only empty seat, between her cousin and the king's wife, Helaena – she was pale and sad, staring off into the distance somewhere with empty eyes.

She still had not come to terms with the death of her son.

However, as she sank into her grief and sorrow, the King, on the contrary, was bubbling over with a desire for revenge, ready for action.

When she glanced sideways, all she saw was his hand clenched into a fist, his familiar scent reached her nostrils – she swallowed quietly, twisting in her seat, feeling a pleasant pulsing between her thighs, for some reason remembering how pleasant the touch of his fingers was there, sinking into her damp folds.

She reached for her wine cup and took a loud sip from it, not bothering to look to the side, her gaze fixed on the Queen Alicent who sat opposite her.

"My Lady." She heard an unfamiliar female voice directed in her side and she let out a quiet breath, taking another sip from her goblet, hearing her cousin twist restlessly in his chair.

She looked at Floris Baratheon and forced herself to give her the kindest, warmest smile she could afford. Floris was also smiling; had it not been for her gaze, she might have found her expression even sympathetic.

However, her eyebrows arched in some sort of compassion, a sign that she wanted to show her false understanding.

"I congratulate you on taming a dragon. No one expected you to succeed." She said softly, shaking her head as if filled with sincere admiration.

The corner of her mouth twitched, but she managed not to laugh.

"I didn't believe it myself, my Lady. I was convinced that I would burn and become dust." She replied lightly, not taking her eyes off her.

Several people at the table chuckled at her words as Floris watched her for a moment, playing with the small gold ring on her heart finger.

"The gods have spared you. Will you stand to fight your father?" She asked, as if giving her a challenge of sorts.

"Enough." She heard her cousin's impatient voice between them directed at his betrothed.

She, however, found that she was happy to answer her.

"My dragon lacks experience and composure. I will be a mere support for the King and the Prince." She replied, and Floris leaned back, intrigued.

"Support indeed needed." Aegon added, popping a grape into his mouth, biting through it with a loud crunch. "On which we all agree. Now, music!"

For the rest of the feast, she pretended to be very focused on her piece of roast, which she ate slowly, knowing that she couldn't flee immediately if she didn't want to offend the King – she didn't hold him in special esteem but she knew that he held her in some sort of affection, and after what he had accused her of after his son's death, she feared that one wrong move on her part would be enough for her to fall back into his disfavour.

True, the responsible parties had been found and the King himself had brought them justice, however, she could not let him begin to think again that she had helped her father let them into the keep.

He had to be sure that she was faithful to him.

They both had to be sure of it.

Him and his brother.

She swallowed hard, pulled out of her reverie, feeling a shudder when her cousin's knee pressed against hers. She was sure he simply wanted to change position, he, however, spread himself out comfortably, leaving his leg where it was.

Should she move away?

Do nothing?

What was that supposed to mean?

She glanced sideways at his hand out of the corner of her eye – she could see that his fingers were tapping the tabletop in some nervous, impatient gesture.

Their lessons.

Was he trying to tell her to leave and go to the library before he did, so as not to frustrate his betrothed?

She wanted to ask him that, but couldn't, so she decided she would do what she thought appropriate and simply stood up, nodding her head at the King.

"Your Grace. I will retire now, if you will allow me." She said softly, and Aegon nodded.

"I allow it." He replied, his voice through the amount of wine he had managed to drink like a babble.

Gods help me, she thought as she bowed to him and the Queen Dowager, without bestowing even a single glance on the prince or his betrothed.

She waited in her chamber for half an hour, changing in the meantime into the more comfortable, casual silk robe the Queen had given her, throwing it over her nightgown, tying it around her waist.

When she finally stepped outside her guard furrowed his brow and shook his head.

"Prince Aemond wanted to meet me in the library. Take me there." She said – the man hesitated and sighed heavily, indicating with his hand for her to go ahead.

Her cousin was already waiting for her – he gave her one protracted glance from over his open books, his eye open wide as if he was surprised by her appearance, candles all around him.

He nodded at her to sit beside him in the chair, and she did so, leaving her guard outside the door.

He moved one of the books towards her and opened it to a page he apparently wanted to discuss with her.

"We'll start with the basics. The most important and simplest terms." He said matter-of-factly, sliding another book towards her and leaned in, his clearly defined cheekbone close, too close, pointing his finger at one of the words.

"Jelmor." He hummed. "North."

"Jelmor." She whispered, feeling the tension in all the muscles of her body.

"Ñāqon. East."

"Nāqon."

"No. Roll your tongue at the n." He said, looking at her out of the corner of his eye, something in his gaze from which her heart struck harder.

It seemed to her that his iris was black.

There was something obscenely intimate in his bent figure, in his slightly parted lips, in his proximity, the place between her thighs all swollen, increasingly moist and warm.

"Ñāqon." She whispered.

"Better." He hummed, his gaze never leaving her face even though his finger moved on to the next words, as if he knew this book by heart. "Vēzor. South."

"Vēzor."

"Endia. West."

"Endia."

"Muña. Mother." He said, something flashed dangerously in his gaze, as if he knew exactly what her reaction would be and he was not wrong.

She froze, clasping her hands on her thighs, feeling her heart begin to pound like mad, the tightness in her throat indicating that she felt pain.

"Muña."

"Mmm. Kepa. Father."

She swallowed hard, looking at him with eyes glazed from tears, feeling her body begin to twitch. His lips parted slightly, as if what he was doing to her, the fact that she was vulnerable aroused him.

"Repeat." He whispered.

"Kepa." She said, feeling a single, heavy tear run down her cheek.

Kepa.

She shuddered, looking up at him in horror as his hand rose to her cheek, his thumb lazily rubbing the wet mark from her face.

"Trēsy. Son." He continued, his voice like the sound of water, calm and quiet.

Tender, as if he were moved.

Why?

She sighed as his hand traveled lower, his index finger running over her jaw.

"Tresy."

"No." He said. "Trēsy. The letter 'ē' needs to be read deeper, as if you want to sing."

"Trēsy."

"Tala. Daugther."

She shook her head, pressing her lips together, feeling that she couldn't do it, the feeling as if he was driving needle after needle into her heart made it difficult for her to get anything out.

She sighed, closing her eyes as he leaned lower, in some natural reflex pressing his forehead against hers, his hand sinking into the skin of her neck, his warm, excited breath enveloping her face.

She involuntarily clenched her thighs together, feeling the wonderful, familiar pulsing and tickling between them.

"Tala."

"Hāedar." He exhaled, something in his voice from which she felt her nipples harden, peeking through from under the fabric of her robe. "Little sister."

She opened her eyes, feeling a shiver run down her spine.

And that was a mistake.

He was looking straight into her face.

She sighed when she felt his other hand on her knee, moving slowly up to her thigh.

"Hāedar." She exhaled, feeling her cunt begin to leak with desire against her will.

"Lēkia." He said, as if he had done something definitive, a quiet moan breaking from her throat as his hand closed over her womanhood. "Older brother."

"Lēkia." She moaned and whimpered as his lips pressed against hers in an aggressive, loud, sticky kiss full of their saliva and panting, her palm touching his scarred cheek, drawing a low murmur of delight from his throat.

She touched him.

She sighed as she let her hand sink into his smooth white hair, for some reason seeking comfort in him, an escape from the cold, bleak loneliness and emptiness that filled her heart.

They sank again and again into each other's soft, fleshy skin, his tongue bursting between her teeth as his hand lifted the fabric of her robe, the other clenched in her curls.

She would have cried out in shocking delight had it not been for the fact that his lips muffled all the sound she made of herself as the tips of his fingers dug into the silken folds of her womanhood, dripping and throbbing with lust.

He groaned into her throat when he felt how unashamedly wet she was for him, and she gasped when his free hand slipped from her hair to her wrist, grasping it, drawing her to his body, pressing it against the bulge in his breeches.

He murmured and licked her encouragingly as her fingers tentatively ran over the outline of his swollen manhood, hidden beneath the leather material, hard, long and twitching.

He let go of her hand, embracing her around the waist and pulling her closer as he made sure she was going to give him what he wanted, their sighs of desire melting between their plump lips as his fingers pushed against her hot slit.

She spread her legs wider, wanting to feel it, wanting him to do it to her, but they both jumped away from each other as if burned when they heard the creak of the door opening.

Her cousin wiped his hand, sticky with her moisture in his breeches, looking at his betrothed's figure, pale, and she lowered back the material of her robe, staring blankly at the books open before her.

Was she able to see by their faces, by their quickened breaths what had happened?

She felt shame at the thought that she shouldn't have done this.

She was his betrothed.

She was the one he should be touching like this.

She was the one he should spend the evening with, learning about her body.

"The guards told me I would find you here, my Prince. I did not know you would have company." She said calmly, however, disappointment and understandable annoyance could be heard in her tone of voice.

She swallowed hard, feeling that the material beneath her buttocks was wet with her moisture, her swollen walls pulsing greedily around nothing, begging to feel his fingers again, her nipples hard and sore, clearly outlined beneath her robe.

"I am teaching my cousin the language of Old Valyria. It is the only way she can communicate with her dragon." He said, feigning composure, looking ahead but not at her even though she stopped right beside him.

She touched one of the books and flipped a page, remaining silent for a moment.

"May I join you? I would also like to learn the language of your ancestors, my love." She said, her hand on his shoulder.

She looked at him and saw that he had closed his eye, as if he felt discomfort the moment Lady Floris touched him.

He swallowed loudly and opened his eyelid, his gaze helpless and childlike, filled with pain.

"I will not be able to concentrate with you standing by my side, my Lady." He whispered, his voice weak, as if he had run out of strength.

Floris's hand slid from his shoulder to his forearm, his figure tense, his lips clamped into a tight line.

He didn't look at her.

"Does my presence disturb you, my love?" Floris asked, and she twisted in her seat, deciding that this conversation was too private.

These were their problems, their betrothal, their worries.

Why was she allowing herself to be dragged into this?

"I'll leave you alone. With your permission." She said quickly, wanting to get up, his gaze shifting to her, sharp and angry.

"Daor, hāedar."

She froze in mid-motion with her hands on the table, looking at him in disbelief, feeling her walls clench around nothing at his words.

No, little sister.

Little sister.

She swallowed hard feeling her lips part involuntarily, her eyebrows arching in helplessness, the heat that spread across her chest strangely pleasant and reassuring.

Floris looked at him then at her and shook her head.

"What did you say, my love?"

"I don't allow it. We are not finished yet. Soon her dragon will move to fight at my side and she must be ready. I ask that you never interrupt us again. If you wish, we will take a walk around the royal gardens tomorrow, just as you desire." He said emotionlessly, as if trying to calm a whimpering child.

Floris swallowed hard and looked at her in a way from which she felt discomfort in her stomach, a sense of humiliation, frustration and irritation in her gaze.

"Is it because she is your cousin? Like any Targaryen you prefer your own kin?" She asked quietly, both of them bouncing when his fists slammed into the table, and he sprang from his seat, towering over his betrothed as if he wanted to tear her apart.

She too stood up, grabbing his arm in some helpless, naïve gesture.

"Lēkia." She said pleadingly.

Floris's lips clenched looking at the fact that she dared to touch him, that her prince looked at her and not his betrothed, that it was her opinion that counted, her word that could stop him.

And then Floris' gaze fled lower, to his breeches, and she froze, pale, seeing exactly her answer to all her concerns.

Her hand let go of him when his nostrils stopped twitching with rage, when his jaw relaxed into an expression a little softer, though still frustrated.

He finally looked at his betrothed and licked his lower lip, as if trying to control himself.

"I will consider that you never said it, my Lady. Otherwise I would have to recognise that you intended to insult me and my family. And that would mean, in turn, that my betrothed is a fool. Is that how it is, my Lady?" He gasped in a voice filled with mockery, from which she swallowed hard, lowering her gaze.

Floris Baratheon looked at him with eyes full of tears, and then her gaze turned to her, her lips quivering with rage and grief.

"No, my Prince. I am not." She said, turned and walked away, leaving them alone.

She was unable to look at him – the silence in the chamber, his taut silhouette standing beside her made her feel like her wetness was dripping from between her thighs straight onto the stone floor beneath her feet.

"You may leave." He said finally.

She nodded and moved towards the door on soft legs, walking out into the corridor, thinking that they had both accomplished some amazing feat by not simply fucking each other on that table.

She sighed loudly, running her hand over her face, thinking that maybe she wasn't such a bad person.

She figured that during their next lessons she wouldn't sit so close to him, that she wouldn't look at him or tempt him.

That she wouldn't let him touch her anymore.

She blinked, looking around, only noticing after a moment that there was no guard who should be watching her.

She turned when she heard the rustling of a gown behind her, something long and hard hit her head with all its force, and she fell to the floor with a thud.

It seemed a moment before she lost consciousness that she heard the breathy voice of her cousin's betrothed above her, only a quiet hiss left her lips.

"Whore."

[markleessodalite]

NCT Dream reaction to you being jealous

Headcannon: how would dream react to you being jealous? & would it result in an argument (in other words just blabbing about how i think they would handle a conflict when their partner gets a little too territorial)

Content warnings: none that i can think of! :)

Word count: 821

Mark:

I feel like Mark wouldn't find it amusing if his partner was the jealous type.

Even though he's a fun and silly kind of bf, I think he'd take his relationship very seriously-- so the idea of you being jealous might just make him feel like you don't trust him enough.

Instead of finding it cute, he'd be genuinely concerned and would want to fix any problems as soon as possible.

Would it cause an argument? Maybe, but a very minor one. more like a serious conversation than an actual argument.

Renjun:

He would have no idea if you were serious at first.

I think his reaction would depend on the vibe he's getting. if he thinks you're just being playful, he would tease you a little.

But if you were seriously upset, he would not be happy.

I don't think he'd take it as personally as Mark or Chenle, but he would definitely be confused.

He knows he would never go out and do something that would disrespect you, so he would have a hard time seeing what you were jealous about.

Would it cause an argument? Yes, but only because he's frustrated... a little with you for reading too much into something, and a little with himself for not understanding you.

Jeno:

I think Jeno would tease you, but cautiously tease you.

He'll poke a little fun at you when he sees you glaring at the person he was just talking to, but similar to Renjun, I think his reaction is going to depend on your vibe.

Jeno knows when to stop teasing, and he'd know if he needs to reassure you that there's no need to be jealous.

Would it become an argument? No. If it becomes something serious, he's more likely to back down so that the two of you can just move past it.

Haechan:

He would tease you relentlessly.

The second you let your jealous side slip through, he will never let you live it down.

He's certain you're not genuinely upset, because he would never cross any boundaries that would give you a legit reason to be jealous anyway. And if he's honest, he thinks someone being territorial over him is a little charming.

However, if you being jealous becomes a pattern, I can see him easily becoming annoyed. At a certain point he'd get tired of explaining that the casual interaction he had with a co-worker earlier that day was not in fact flirty.

Would it become an argument? Probably not, as long as you being jealous doesn't become a reoccurring theme.

Jaemin:

I feel like Jaemin's reaction would be a little hard to read tbh.

He'd definitely tease you, but not for the same reason as Haechan who finds it cute. I think Jaemin's teasing would be his attempt to test the waters.

If you react well to his teasing, then he'll up the ante and tease you even more because you're just so so cute!!

But if you are genuinely upset, I feel like the only solution he'd think of is to cuddle you and give you praises to try and chill you out... and if you're still upset after that, then he gets frustrated.

Unlike Mark who wants to have a conversation about it, Jaemin would want you to just get over it because he knows he didn't, and wouldn't ever, do anything to betray you.

Would there be an argument? Potentially, if the situation is dragged out for too long.

Chenle:

I feel like Chenle would have the strongest reaction here.

Like he would be genuinely offended that you could even think that he'd disrespect you in such a way.

I think he'd have a knee-jerk reaction to defend himself, which would cloud his judgement a little bit. The argument would end up being bigger than either of you expected, and you'd have to take a few minutes (or hours) by yourselves to clear your heads.

But after some thinking, he'd realize his reaction was over the top.

Then you'd have a very rare embarrassed Chenle sitting by your side and apologizing, asking you to explain yourself so that he could understand your feelings better.

Would there be an argument? Ohhhhhhh yeah. But a fairly quick resolution too.

Jisung:

I honestly think Jisung would handle it the best out of any of them, right up there with Mark and Jeno.

He wouldn't get upset with you for being jealous, and he wouldn't really tease you either; but he would definitely be amused and might even chuckle in your face as you complain at him.

He'd probably just sit there as you rant for as long as you need to without much pushback, if only because he's too busy wondering why you being territorial was so damn attractive to him.

Would there be an argument? No way. He's too in love with you, and you find it impossible to be mad at a face that adorable :')

[thefusioncelestial]

Mix 18: Once brothers, now Him

Ah, brotherly love. 55% love, 45% violence. History is full of examples of those bound by blood spilling that same blood.

Here is Finn:

Just about to graduate from university. Great grades, top of his social circle, off to a potentially great career, & noted ladies man.

Then there is his twin, Leon:

The only thing he does better than Finn at is academics. His lack of connection building meant that at best, he could go the professor/teacher route.

These brothers were both content with their lot in life....until the test results came in.

Finn had an incurable disease that also induced infertility. Finn would live a long life, but could never start a family of his own. Leon was devastated as well, but he shot down the idea of using his seed to father Finn's kids.

"Come on bro, we're twins, genetically any kids you have will be mine as well. I am not asking you to sleep with my future wife, just put it in a cup & walk away," Finn said.

"No, it would be hard to treat my kids like I am their uncle when I am their father. Imagine something bad happens & my parental instincts try to kick in. Or, when my kid accomplishes something & I want to celebrate with them. It's going to lead to awkward situations," Leon said in curt & said tone.

"Then just move far away, just until they turn 18, then we can readdress this," Finn said.

"Family gatherings," Leon asked.

"Don't come," Finn said.

Leon was dumbfounded. He wanted his own brother to destroy his own familial relationships because his sack can't finish the job.

This has always been an issue between the two. Leon has always sacrificed his well being for his brother's sake & never got so much as a thanks.

Leon got in Finn's face.

"Out of the question," Leon screamed.

Before they could further react to the situation, both brothers began to feel dizzy & moved closer to each other. But Finn was able to get out of the trance and put some distance between himself & Leon.

"There has to be another solution. I know I am asking a lot from you," Finn said.

"Like you always do," Leon retorted.

Finn squinted his eyes in frustration but decided to think about his next words. He wondered why Leon was pushing back on this. He doesn't really have to leave the family. He can just be the overly involved uncle. There is more to this.

"We are going to therapy," Finn said in an authoritative tone.

"Don't act like the boss man now. You may have the muscles, but I am still older," Leon said.

"By fifteen seconds. You can walk yourself there, or I can carry you. My third arm might be useless, but these two guns are still functional," Finn said.

"You wouldn't dare," Leon said.

Finn smiled.

Finn did in fact carry Leon to the university's mental health clinic. Leon regrets starting Finn on the gym bro path back in high school.

There was an opening from a last minute cancellation & the brothers met Dr. Krushnik.

Finn moved to talk first, but Leon just suddenly let it out. About how he sacrificed nearly everything for Finn growing up & gave up his social life for him as well in university. About how their parents always favored Finn. Like he didn't exist. Like his existence was just to back Finn up.

Finn was shocked & hurt, but he thought back to all the times. Better toys, better clothes, allowed to do sports. He even overheard how Leon gave up his spot in a fraternity so that Finn could get in. The party invites redirected to him.

Finn reached his hand out to grasp Leon's.

"I am so sorry," Finn said in a sorry tone.

Leon was shocked mentally. First from spilling his guts & then from his brother's reaction. The hand grasping turned into a full blown hug.

The doctor sighed. The brothers reconciled without him saying a word.

It happened again. The brothers felt delirious. They could hear each other's thoughts. They pulled back quickly.

The doctor noticed this.

"Did you hear each other's voice in your heads," he asked.

They both nodded.

"I only dealt with a case like this once," he said.

"I am going to guess that you two are twins. You two are splitters," he said.

"We are what," Leon asked.

The doctor responded:

"Identical twins start off as one person, during the pregnancy, the original you splits into two separate zygotes & twins are born if you both survive."

"Not all twins are splitters. The distinction is that you two can still rejoin," he said.

Leon was confused.

"Wait, would merging fix our health issues," Finn asked loudly.

Leon was shocked at Finn's response. He knew exactly what Finn wanted to do.

"Such as," the doctor asked.

Finn blushed, in a hushed tone:

"I suffer from a disease that makes it impossible to have kids."

The doctor responded:

"There is some literature that speculates that splitters can suffer from ill effects if they don't pull everything they need."

The doctor eyes both of the brothers.

"You seemed to have stopped at the nether regions."

Finn closed his eyes & blushed again.

Leon facepalmed.

They were heading back to their dorm room when Finn punched Leon in the shoulder.

"What was that for," Leon asked.

"For splitting with me. We should have walked this earth as originally intended, as one," Finn said.

Leon blushed again. Was he that determined to bear fruit? The doctor did warn us that the original persona would take over. We would only exist as individuals in his subconsciousness. The idea of being stuck with Finn & debating about everything for as long as they existed 24/7 nearly gave him a headache.

They both walked into their shared dorm room.

"I know what you are thinking, that I only want to merge to be fertile. But it isn't restoring my fertility, the process will reform a new being. We are restoring him, whatever we were originally," Finn said.

"Oh you want to merge with me that much. I got you down bad," Leon retorted. He sticked out his tongue & panted like a puppy.

Finn threw a pillow at him in response.

"Look, I don't want to exist as half a person anymore. Please, join with me," Finn begged.

"You are never "half" a person. You are you and fully worth existing as is. If I am doing this, I don't want to merge with a wimp with self-confidence issues," Leon said.

Finn was shocked, his brother agreed. His shock turned to joy.

He didn't notice but Leon was right up close to him.

"Never say I never did anything for you, this better be worth it," Leon said.

Leon embraced his brother in a hug & soon after, so did Finn.

The delirium set in again. Come to find out, it was their minds opening up to each other to begin mixing.

There was a soft moan coming from the brothers. Their memories & mental traits were mixing into one.

As their minds became one, Leon began to sink into Finn like quicksand. The sounds coming from Leon stopped as his head sunk into Finn's chest. Within a few minutes, Leon was completely sunk into Finn's body.

Finn's closed his eyes & began to flex his fingers and toes. But this was no longer Finn. This was now their original self being reborn & his reaction to the process.

Stretching & pulling noises could be heard as his neck, shoulders, arms, legs, & feet expanded with new muscle. At the same time, the skeletal frame thickened and expanded. This original self grunted in response.

Pops could be heard as the chest grew bigger. The abdominals became flat at first, but as if one was popping saran-wrap, his abdominal muscles began to pop out one by one until he had an eight pack.

His butt expanded as well, but more gently. It was as if he had balloons for butt cheeks that were connected to a water hose, and someone turned the water on.

The sensation of being filled didn't stop there, it eventually extended to his private areas. At first he was fully extended to what Finn could achieve, but then his rod kept growing, and in waves, it grew thicker. His gonads came to life & grew four times their size. He cocked his head upwards in response.

Their minds finally became one. Finn let Leon completely in & so did Leon in return. They were reborn, no remade into their original persona.

His skull grew larger & a little more straighter. His eyes, mouth were Finn's but less sunken. His nose & eyebrows a combination of the two. His ears & chin was from Leon.

He kept Finn's hair style, but he gained Leon's volume. The flood of testosterone caused facial hair to erupt, giving him a beard, mustache, & side burns that connected.

He opened his eyes & his rebirth was complete. He found himself breathing heavily & a quick scan revealed he was drenched in sweat. He was naked too. Apparently Finn's clothing could not handle his much bigger frame and tore off.

Even though he was alone, he grabbed a white towel and wrapped it around his waist.

He quickly went to the bathroom to check out his form.

Here he was in flesh. He never thought he would ever exist as a whole the moment he split while in his mother's womb. But here he is. He knew that Finn & Leon could never return individually, and while he was grateful for both trying to live their lives, he had no desire to split again.

But who was he? He was never given an name as he was due to the nature of his birth, but wait he did have a name.

History had shifted. In merging back into one, the brothers merged their timelines too. He given the name of....Magnus.

He later took some fertility tests, and found no issues. Finn got his wish, sort of.

Thanks to the Leon part of him, there was no desire for kids until 28. If Finn was still here, he would be facepalming & Leon would be cackling. One last brotherly hit from brother to brother.

[tinydefector]

Rut Cycles- Optimus Prime

Human x gen 1 Optimus

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: smut, size difference, breeding, Alpha/Omega hinted, mating cycles, scent kink.

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Is it 1am? Yes, did I spend all night editing this yes. I'm posting this rather than heading to bed. The votes for the next character are still up, but the next fic piece is gonna be out of my Request pile.

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"Hey boss Bot, how'd the meeting with the Cons go?" A soft voice breaks Optimus out of his daze of reading over reports and signed documents. He tenses his plating as they make their way up onto the table, the ever present scent that lingers on their skin makes his processor turn and twist in anticipation And want. 

Optimus vented deeply, attempting to cool his systems through will alone, he didn't need this now, everyone from autobot to Decepticon had been hit by the rut cycle and being around humans wasn't helping one bit. The meeting with Megatron had been, taxing, to say the least, as his counterpart struggled through heightened arousal akin to Optimus' own condition. Finding a solution had been their main concern outside of setting out rules of war while in rut. 

"It went as well as could be expected, given the circumstances," he replied wearily to the human who now sits on his desk, they are less worried about being in the room with the large thorny cybertronian that they should have been. Whether it was due to Optimus' unwavering control over himself or them just being oblivious was a different matter altogether. They look up at him for a moment, the sweet energon like scent wafts off their skin. Making Optimus breath hitch, his systems whining, craving desperately to claim what he so desperately wanted" strange seeing Cons in the Ark" they state while looking over their shoulder at the door. 

"Our cycles affect us all strongly, and it results in a domino effect. For your safety, little one, it may be wise to refrain from proximity until it has passed." He tries to explain hoping that he wouldn't have to spend too much more time in the room with them, their sweet electrum like scent would still hang in the room even after they left.       

Optimus vented unsteadily, intake dry, a deep rumble echoes from him as his optics move to where they look. "Their presence here was... unavoidable, it was only a matter of time before this became an issue between our factions" he replied, struggling to focus past rising mating coding demanding he seize this delectable temptation sitting infront of him as if they were a offering from Primus.

"Please, little one," Optimus rasped, field pulled taut as battle-thickened wires. "For both of our sakes, do not test my control overly long, even if I have my limits." He grumbles as he watches the door, finding it was best he not look at them less he be tempted to pin them down to the table and have his way with them. 

"I'd rather take my chances with you OP, I don't really want to deal with the Seekers who have been stalking me around base since your meeting ended" they mumbles, partly under their breath. 

A heavy sigh leaves Optimus as he looks back down at them, part of him now wanted to claim them just to spite the lingering Cons looking for easy pickings, the other part of him shouted that it was wrong. He reaches out a shake servo to grab his cube, Optimus gulps a draught of energon, processors whirling. “You're testing all of our instincts, do you wish for me to escort you out of base?”  he asked which only earns him a head shake of a no from them. 

"Very well," Optimus rumbled gently. They hum softly as Optimus stands there looking down at them, a shutter runs up their back as they look into his optics, biting their lip. " Optimus. Name one reason someone would willingly walk into a room with a large half freal horny cybertronian" they shoot back as their hand presses gently against his frame Optimus shuttered his optics briefly, vents catching at their bold reply. 

“You were planning this?” He grumbles but doesn't pull away, A slight creak of hydraulics announces his closing fist against the table as he struggles to hold back ravaging them.

 They slowly begin undoing their shirt, throwing it across the table as they hook their hand into his plating as if to usher him closer. “Don't ask for this little Light, I can't,  not like this” he clenches his denta as he desperately tries To change their mind. 

“Optimus.  Stop being a Prime for once” they shoot back at him. Optimus' optics darken with a mixture of desire, his servo to trail up their body, his digits tracing over their skin.

they let out a sigh of relief feeling the cool metal trace over their hot skin. Optimus leans in closer, pressing his frame against theirs, his servos continuing their exploration. The contact between their skin ignites a fire within him, and he can't help but let out a low growl. “I warned you little light, reconsider now, less I hurt you because I will not stop once I lose control” he nearly snarls out. 

They cling to him bringing him down into a kiss which makes his engine roar in delight as he presses them down into the table, his servo drifting down between their legs, pressing and rubbing against them. "Optimus please don't make me beg" they whine out while grabbing onto his arm plating. 

A growl rumbles from his vocalizer as he tightens his grip, his servo responding to their urgency. He wants nothing more than to take them as his and he would be damned to the pits if he was letting them go now. 

Optimus's frame trembles with need as he takes charge, his actions becoming more urgent and possessive as his digits tease them not bothering to work them open fully. He lefts out a feral snarl as he brings his digits to his mouth, savouring the sweet taste of their arousal. If his processor wasn't so consumed with the need to claim he would have taken it slow, eaten them out until they had begged, been gentle as he could, the gentleman that he swore he was but his rut had him acting like a beast. 

 His hungry optics focus on their sex enjoying the way the whimper and moan as his dripping spike lays across their stomach as he admires the size difference between them both. A sinful whine escapes their lips, and Optimus's spike throbs in response, aching to be sheathed within them. He positions himself above them, slowly grinding his spike against them as he paints their skin with the bright pink hue of transfluid. 

He watches the way his transfluid runs down their sex, it makes something primal in him snap with the need to have his spike bulging their stomach, filling them and breeding them. "Such an eager little thing," Optimus huskily replies, his voice dripping with desire. 

He positions himself, his spike throbbing with anticipation as he aligns it with their entrance. The hunger in his optics burns through them as he presses forward, slowly but forcefully breaching their tight heat.

"Oh, you feel so good," he groans. "You're mine to breed, to fill with my transfluid.” He states, optics hald hazed over as he grinds into them until his spike settles as far as they can take it. Optimus's thrusts become more powerful and relentless as he hunches over them, gripping their hips and lifting their smaller body to meet each of his thrust that knock the air out of their lungs. 

He relishes in the gasps, cries, and moans that escape their lips, the sounds of their pleasure echoing with the slick slapping noise of their coupling that bounce off the wall of the office. Their scent pushes him further into the depths of his rut and driving him to give them even more. "That's it," Optimus growls, "Take me, Primus so tight. You are mine, my rut mate."

He continues his relentless thrusts, each one driving them both closer to the edge of pleasure. The sight of his spike stretching them, bulging their tummy has his engine purring in delight with the thought of them carrying his sparklings. He knows if the rut is affecting his processor but at that moment nothing else mattered. 

Optimus Prime's vocalizer emits a low, primal growl as he thrusts into them, their desperate moans and arching body driving him further into a state of overwhelming pleasure. He pushes his spike as deep as they can take it, relishing in the way their walls clench around him. "By the Allspark," Optimus gasps, his voice laced with desire and need. "You feel incredible... so tight, so perfect."

His frame shudders with a powerful overload, waves of electricity coursing through his circuits as he releases a floor of transfluid deep inside them. His systems whine out almost in agony from how mind blowing the release is for him as he hunches over their body. Fans blowing heated air against their panting body as Optimus' systems struggle to register the need to stop before he's grinding into them again. 

He lets out a few heavy vents as he presses his face into their shoulder. “I'll Alert Ironhide to let everyone know that we are not to be disturbed” he mumbles against their skin as he pulls away. Optics focusing in on their stretched hole as even more bright pink transfluid gushes from them. They squirm under his gaze as he lets out a rumble of appreciation at the view.

“my berth now” he states, not even giving them a chance to protest before he's walking out of the room towards command deck. 

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[sugoi-writes]

Can I get some fluff of Alastor finding reader listening to old jazz songs from when he was alive and he makes us dance with him? :)

It's Been a While... (Alastor x GN! Reader)

Ahaha, I need more work on fluff, I hope you like it! There is SOME mentions of risque activites, but it's super brief, and nothing insanely explicit! Promise! I was honestly just writing to write, and figured this little blurb that fell out of me would be fitting enough. UNO REVERSE... We get ALASTOR to dance! Fuck yes!!!

Songs mentioned: In The Mood - Glenn Miller / Sing, Sing, Sing - Benny Goodman (both are bops I used to play when I was in jazz band houhosjknskhdj-- SURPRISE, you also get Danny Lore as a treato!)

Alastor's tense, heavy sigh sounds in the air, prompting you to crane your head up. You took in his disheveled state and instantly knew: he was exhausted. You stood from your plush armchair, abandoning it to walk toward his desk. 

"Alastor?" was all that was needed for his flattened ears to perk up. Your sweet voice was a much needed comfort during a particularly grueling evening. 

"Yes, dearest?" he replied, his smile hardly an upturned slit. You come up behind him slowly, waiting for his permission to touch. Alastor looks back to your hovering hands, and nods gingerly. He returns to facing his desk, allowing his eyes to lose focus as he zones out. When your arms wrap around his neck, his shoulders slump heavily, a pleased hum vibrating his chest. You smiled sweetly at the sound, a welcome pleasantry as you kissed his cheek. 

"You're getting frustrated again, my love..." you pipe up, continuing to pepper his cheek with chaste, innocent kisses. Your lover laughs bitterly, but leans into your musings all the same. 

"Well, I suppose you're right... leave it to my sweet, observant partner to know what's wrong... and when," he adds, a tired hand reaching up to rub slow circles into one of your arms. You grin against his cheek, your kisses slowing," I may also have a solution to your problem, if you'll hear me out~" 

Alastor hums in approval, grasping both of your hands when you continue to pamper him with sweet, physical adoration. 

"Dear, you are nothing if not full of brilliant ideas... I would love to hear them out," he muses, turning his head to plant a singular, sincere kiss to your lips. You were giddy at the affection, but capped your glee.  You tugged on his hands, eager to make your little plan work.

"Come on, come on... you'll have to get up for this one," you quip, forcing a dramatic sigh from your partner. Alastor throws his head back, laying it on your shoulder like an ill peasant woman. He would fan his face weakly, had your hands not been so warm.  

"My love, I have been stricken, and cannot get up~ Won't you let an old man rest?" he fired back. But truly, had you asked: he would happily jump into acid rain with nothing more than his dignity.

You roll your eyes at his theatrics, smirking," You? Old? I wouldn't figure... No, you old geezer, I need you to stand so we can use your legs. They're very important for what I want to do." Alastor blinked, gears turning in his mind. Only with you would his mind wander to dirtier, carnal ideas. 

"Dear, if I had wanted to do that tonight, I'm afraid your back would've already been bent out of shape--" 

"Oh for Fucks Sake, Alastor--" you cackled, tugging on him with more insistence. 

" Come oooonnnnn, please~? It's one of your favorites, I promise! Nothing dirty, no tricks!" Alastor's interest is instantly piqued, resulting in an immediate hop up. Even with his motion, his hands were still in yours. You huff, exacerbated but grateful you didn’t have to lift him yourself. 

"Ahh, if you would have led with that, I may've been more urgent to attend to you, dear," Alastor chuckles, not missing the flush that flashed across your cheeks. You pull away from Alastor long enough to turn on the radio, flicking through several frequencies and stations to find just the right channel. Alastor watches you in amusement, arms crossing in front of his chest. He was more than content to watch you struggle, shifting his weight onto one foot.

"Well, I have to keep some of the suspense, don't I?" you replied, grinning at him in a way that made Alastor's black heart beat wildly. He did quite enjoy your mischievous nature... But your attempts to work his radio almost had him pitying you... Almost. 

He scooted in behind you, resting his crossed arms over the top of your head," You could request a song, you know... I don't mind putting on something you enjoy--" 

"I'd rather it be something we’d both enjoy," you interject, huffing as you became an armrest for your demonic partner. Once you found the right channel, you swiveled under Alastor's arms to face him. Then, you reach up to hold his elbows, shaking them around playfully. 

"Alright, sir... It's been a long, long time since we've done this... I want to do this properly." 

Alastor relents, allowing you to push his arms off of your head. He tilts his own toward you, expressing confusion. In that moment, he finally hones in on the song itself. In The Mood, popularized and recorded by Glenn Miller. It was one of the few songs that came to mind when you thought of "Alastor's Time" in the 30s. Said demon blinks in surprise, grinning. He had listened to this recording a bit after coming to hell, and was particularly fond of it. Ahh, you had picked the perfect station! 

"Glenn Miller? Oh, you spoil me, love," Alastor coos, caressing your face as he kisses your forehead," Whatever did I do to deserve this?" 

You sway your hips, bouncing in place to the tempo with the old tune," I know the recording's after your time... but-- He's just-- GOOD, y'know?" You bite your lip as you pull Alastor's hands off of your face," Now come on, Al... let's dance!" What a perfect distraction to break his tension and troubled mind! Alastor just knew he would enjoy your little idea... 

His hands settle on you, both lightly caging your hips as yours held onto his wide shoulders. As the main motif began, the both of you started bopping along to the music. You watched Alastor's face morph fully into a relaxed state; smile still present, but much softer than his manic glee. You had to use every fiber in your being not to kiss him in that instant, instead squeezing his shoulders. Alastor's ears twitch as you draw soothing circles into his tense muscles, a shudder being torn from his entire frame. 

"Relax, Alastor... I want you to forget about everything, except for this...," you coo, making him sigh with acceptance. He came close to you, flushing your bodies together in a tight, intimate sway. You could only sigh as he settled his chin onto the top of your head. 

"Oh darling, if I relaxed anymore, I would be putty in your hands...," Alastor chimes, the tail end of his sentence wandering off as you press harder. Alastor huffs pleasantly, his hands holding your hips more firmly," Sweetheart, you really will be my undoing..." 

You chuckle as you settle your hands, allowing Alastor a moment of reprieve. He rolls his shoulders, one hand seeking to grasp your opposite hand. Once he drew your arm out with his, his other hand shifted to the small of your back. You saw him grinning, playful and energetic," If it's a dance you want, then it had better be a good one, hmm? So let's jive~" 

You squealed as Alastor practically whisked you off of your feet, spinning the both of you elegantly around his bedroom. The sounds of cicadas and frogs croaking in the distant, swampy marsh of his extended bedroom accompanied the sweet jazz that filled the air. Truly, it was tying everything together seamlessly. You had it all: a nice scene, nice music, and a relaxed, precious beau to spend all night with. You would have patted yourself on the back, were it not for Alastor's telltale sign of a 'big dip' move. You looped both arms around his neck, hanging on as Alastor swung you down, his monocle threatening to slip off his face. You laughed as you casually adjusted it. You stared, enthralled as you lay your hand over his racing pulse. However, the moment didn’t last long before you were brought back to your feet. But you thought now would be the best time to be a bit closer…

Getting bolder now, you pulled Alastor in for a kiss via his bowtie, eager to finish the dance off strong. Alastor, of course, had no protests, as he looped his arms around your waist. The two of you embraced like this for what felt like an hour, unable to pull apart your mingling, eager lips. But, with the song ended, leaving you both in silence, you managed to pull away. You looked up to Alastor with knowing eyes, your smile reflected in his deep, red irises.

"I loved that, Alastor, thank you... And I hope you don't mind me whisking you away from work..." 

The Radio Demon rolled his eyes, an imitation of your look from earlier. He leaned down to kiss your cheek, his lips still puffy from your kiss," My love, you must whisk me away more often... In fact, I think I'd like another dance, if you'll join me?" Of course, you agreed silently, stepping on to the very tips of your toes to seal it with a kiss. 

"I'd love nothing more." 

Alastor grins with a deep chuckle, the radio pumping out a new song. Sing, Sing, Sing, popularized by Benny Goodman. You blink in surprise as this number moves... MUCH faster. And, from the sound of it, it will get you to sweat. You laughed nervously as Alastor brought you in again, his hand directing your hips to sway with his. You couldn’t help but become a little flustered as he closed the gap between your bodies, a playful, coy smile sent your way. 

"Hold on tight, love. Some recordings of this song could last up to ten minutes~" 

"WHAT--" 

Alastor practically cackled as you trapped yourself within a saucy dance, one of many that would fill your evening with sweat, laughter, and best of all: an Alastor whose smile finally reached his eyes. 

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[attackurheart88]

“Do you and Hisoka have a relationship I don't know about?”

Illumi pauses at the sound of your voice. You were angry but why? It was late. He was gone all day and had only just arrived to see you brushing your hair clearly in a bad mood. “Not at all. He is mearly a good co-worker. His skills make the jobs easier that's all.” Illumi responded casually, removing his pins from his face. “Why?”

“Well since you spend more time with him than you do with me I must wonder if I’m a mistress and he's the one with the ring.” you accused bitterly.

Ah. So that was the issue. You were feeling lonely. Illumi didn't panic. He had read that wives often felt lonely if their partner worked all day and as a result can lead to excessive drinking, spending money, temper tantrums, and cheating. Which will inevitably end the relationship. Illumi didn't think he would have this issue with you as you knew his occupation and work schedule before the two of you married. That clearly wasn't the case.

Under normal circumstances, Illumi wouldn't know how to appease your anger. He might even make it worse. But thankfully that article he read in one of your newspapers also offered solutions.

The first step was to understand why you were upset. That was already completed. Next was to show you understand.

Illumi felt tense as he moved closer to you. He wasn't used to this kind of thing. Part of him really wanted to ignore you and tell you you're overreacting. But doing so will hurt you. He learned that lesson once before and has since tried his best not to repeat it.

“I understand,” Illumi stated plainly. You raised an eyebrow. “Understand what?” “I understand that you feel lonely and insecure but I assure you I would never cheat.”

You blinked twice. Did he just call you insecure? Over that stupid clown?

“If we're done I'm going to take a shower.” you just nodded at him dumbfounded. That was not how you intended things to go. You had hoped after expressing your displeasure about his abstinences he would offer to spend more time with you. Like taking you out on a date tomorrow or even making love tonight.

You let out a sigh and tucked yourself into the bed. Maybe if you seduce him you’ll get better results.

Meanwhile, Illumi was satisfied he ended things without even needing the other steps. Perhaps he was better at comforting than he thought.

[yuri-is-online]

Jade desperately googling and reading threads about mer x human pregnancies before he even dates yuu.

It differs from species to species, usually fem mer x male human results in viable pregnancies, there are a two articles about eels and humans, but none about morays.

His hope is dwindling, and the general consensus about deep sea folk relationships with humans isn't very good.

I HC that male mer x female human pregnancies don't last very long. After the sperm makes contact with an egg, it'll need a few months of growth before it's expelled from the body and put into the sea. Those kinds of couples usually have one child at a time, it depends on the number of available eggs.

Modern day people in twst have aquariums that are made to hold the clutches in a safe environment away from predators. The aquariums can be used both underwater and on land. After 'hatching' the babies are translucent, they are kept in the aquariums until they gain colour. Once they have enough colour they are let out.

The smallest aquariums need to hold at least one human adult, so that a parent can interact and communicate with their clutch during the growing process.

I think I read a post/fic with a similar headcannon to this? Long long ago, perhaps even before I even downloaded Twisted Wonderland. I don't fully remember... but it is something I have been thinking about a decent bit ever since you sent this ask because it raises so many questions.

I think it makes the most sense in human x mer relationships for one or the other to take a transformation potion and move onto the land/into the sea. In these cases pregnancy/egg laying would go as it would "normally" but what you're suggesting made me think about what would happen if a couple got it on raw in their normal forms and not transformed. Would that result in a viable pregnancy? If it did would it produce the sorts of offspring you are suggesting or would it result in some sort of hybrid child, barely held together by their own magic?

The aquariums are a good idea, the story seems to suggest that Jade and Floyd had other siblings once but they didn't make it. Their mother's obsession with checking up on them and teaching self defense makes a lot of sense if you think of that... she lost most of her babies, she wants the two she has to remain safe (i bet she's going feral rn, let Mama Leech into the enclosure S.T.Y.X. she'll put Malleus in his place ٩(๑`^´๑)۶) My question is whether or not that would interfere with the development of the eggs, especially on land. The deep ocean is very cold, recreating that on land could be problematic. With how few merfolk seem to bother with land (Azul mentions not many people bother with the free program in Book 6) there likely wouldn't be much of anyone thinking up a solution to this problem so few people have.

But Jade has that problem. Or will, he's sure of it but that's a minor detail- point is this is a problem he's actively thinking about. It keeps him awake at night, Jade strikes me as someone who would do a lot of research about this. It's part of how he loves, pouring through a pile of scientific articles that was slim to begin with but feel irrelevant now. None of these help him understand his chances because he is from the deep sea, Jade might be hardened towards the death of his siblings but he thinks of his own children and a rage unlike any he's ever known begins to stir in the pit of his stomach. Later, much later when he is explaining this all to you he will brush it off as him considering your human sensibilities, but the truth is written plain on his face. This little aquarium he has made was a solution painstakingly crafted with help from his own obsessions. It's the most important terrarium he has ever made because it will contain the most precious of all life forms, ones he watches grow in awe as he coos softly. These children were wanted long before they were ever born, their parents loved them to the point of invention and every second up until they hatch and forever after.

[girlgenius1111]

when i break, it’s in a million pieces

alexia x putellas!reader

the pressure on r is intense, from her sister more than anyone. an injury pushes her to her breaking point. desperate not to let her sister down, r struggles under the weight of her injury.

-----

Something that was always said about your sister was that she pushed everyone around her to be better. This was something that you knew to be true on a whole other level. The pressure of being Alexia Putellas' sister was immense; not just from the media, and the coaches, and the team, but from your sister herself. She expected a lot from you, she always had.

Alexia knew better than anyone what it took to be a great footballer, and when you expressed to her that you wanted it too, she promised herself that she would help you get there. The raw talent was there, and with your sister by your side, it seemed to the world that you would be unstoppable.

It was your first real season with Barça, having spent the last 2 seasons on loan at Sevilla. It had been good for you, helped develop your skills and allow you to be independent. Now, at 20, you were back in Barcelona, playing with the first team, and with your sister, for the first time.

Your sister always toed the line between pushing you just hard enough, and pushing you too hard. Your mother often had to step in, and get Alexia to back off, just a bit. Not that you were on the team with her though, where she was the captain, training with her everyday, you couldn't really go to your mother for help when Alexia pushed you too hard. You just... took it.

It was a lot, several stressful months at the beginning of the season where you tried to carve out your place in the team. It felt like Alexia was breathing down your neck, always asking for more. It was an environment that you had thrived in, before. And then you'd gone on loan, and you'd learned to push yourself.

Alexia's pushing, compounded with your pushing was, if you were honest, too much for you. You could never tell your sister, though, not when she was just trying to get you to be the best version of yourself.

It didn't help that the media had wild expectations for you; they were expecting you to perform how Alexia had when she was 28, and you were only 20. Every mistake, every missed shot had media outlets questioning if you would ever be as good as your older sister. You knew Alexia didn't pay attention to the things said about her online, and you tried to do the same. You weren't as successful.

Things only got worse when Alexia hurt her knee. Your heart ached for her, knowing exactly the toll not being able to play took on your sister. Still, you were suffocating in her absence from the pitch.

You needed to be better, stronger, faster, play harder, pass more precisely, shoot right on target every time. You needed to be passionate, but not hot headed. Confident, but not cocky. You felt like you were being pulled in a thousand different directions; every move you made seemed to be the wrong choice. Your solution? Work harder. Train extra. Push yourself to the absolute brink.

Everyone seemed to realize that you were pushing yourself too hard. Everyone, that is, except your sister. She only saw the results, how well you were playing. It was like she was blind to how exhausted you looked. Your teammates tried bringing it up with you, and with Alexia, but you both insisted that there was no problem. Alexia, because she genuinely didn't think there was one. And you, because you would rather drop dead than disappoint your sister.

Somewhere deep inside, you had convinced yourself that if you weren't perfect, completely and entirely perfect, Alexia wouldn't love you the same. Your sister's praise and approval was something you'd always sought; only recently did it reach the point that you were willing to do anything to make her proud of you; fuck your body and it's limits- Alexia was counting on you, expecting things of you, and you were going to do them. No matter what it took.

-----

It made sense, then, that your body would reach it's breaking point. The load on you was immense; playing almost every minute of every game. You were overworked, but you wouldn't admit it. You'd gone back out for the second half of the game against Eintracht Frankfurt, dismissing Jona [and Irene, and Patri, and Marta]'s questions about coming off to rest. You had more to give, you assured them. And give it your all, you would.

You were on the left side of the pitch, attempting to dribble past one of the opposing midfielders. The tackle wasn't really very clean; she came sliding in towards your ankles after the ball was already sailing towards Mario. Still, if you weren't so exhausted and overworked, you would have seen her coming, and moved out of the way. Or, at least, you would have managed to move just enough that the tackle wasn't catastrophic.

Instead, she caught you just right, crashing into you so hard that your ankle rolled in a way it wasn't supposed to. You felt the crack as well as heard it, the excruciating pain that followed forcing you to the ground.

Your head was left completely untouched, and the ref let play continue, apparently feeling that the tackle didn't deserve a yellow. You felt like you could feel every nerve ending in your ankle being lit on fire, at the same time as a deep ache permeated out from the bones in your lower leg. It was unlike anything you'd ever felt before, truly. You were on your stomach, face hidden away in the crook of your elbow, as you raised your other hand in the air, gesturing wildly for help.

Your heart was racing, ankle throbbing, as you felt everything come crashing down around you. This couldn't be happening. How could this be happening?

"Y/n?" Ingrid asked quietly, resting a hand on your back. Mario had kicked the ball out, and the medics were sprinting across the pitch towards you. Ingrid was closest, and while the rest of the team stood frozen, praying to anyone they could think of that this wasn't as bad as it seemed, the Norwegian crouched down by you, able to hear the small, pained whimpers escaping your lips.

"Ingrid, help," you choked out, reaching blindly for her. She grabbed your hand, holding tight.

"The medics are almost here, just hang on."

-----

Up in the stands, Alexia sat, watching on in absolute horror, at the way your body laid on the pitch. She'd been much too far away to hear the crack, but she knew what a broken ankle looked like. Your reaction only confirmed it. She was gripping the arms of her seat like her life depended on it, barely able to tear her eyes off you when Mapi called her name for the third time.

"Go, Ale. Get down there. She'll need you." Mapi nudged, looking to Jana when Alexia made no move. Mapi was still on crutches, unable to grab Alexia and go like she needed to. Jana got the message, standing and grabbing Alexia's hand in hers.

"Alexia," she called, waiting until her captain's eyes looked up at her. "Come on. She needs you." With another tug on the blonde's hand, Jana got Alexia to stand, before she pulled her out of the row of seats, and towards the stairs.

-----

The medics had maneuvered you onto your back, before they asked you what hurt. They already knew, even as the question left their mouths.

"What hurts?"

"Ankle. It's bad, it's really bad," you cried, before yanking your jersey up to cover your face. It was bad enough that this was happening, and the entire stadium, everyone watching being able to see you cry only making it worse.

You stayed in your little hiding place, shirt covering your face, until the crowd of medics around you, combined with the medical cart that had been driven onto the field, provided enough of a shelter. When you removed your kit from your face, you were met with the sight of most of the team standing over you, pained expressions across their faces. You were handed the dreaded green whistle, which you tried to push away. The medic insisted, and Irene leaned over you, as if daring you to reject it again.

You accepted it, then, taking deep inhales of the medication. Your brain felt hazy, suddenly, and it didn't really register when they put the puffy orange cast over your leg.

The team hovered, silent support, as you were moved onto a stretcher, and then the cart. You were left with pats on the shoulder and kisses on the forehead before the cart began moving, driving off the pitch. The crowd clapped as you went, and all you could think was that you had no idea how long it would be before you could get back on the pitch.

-----

"Where is she?" Alexia questioned, grabbing the arm of the physio attempting to pass by her. She'd been waiting for you by the medical rooms for a few minutes, only growing more nervous as time passed.

"Ambulance. They're taking her right to the hospital." The physio replied, looking sympathetically at the blonde.

Alexia swore, taking off down the hall and towards the doors. Thank god she was cleared to run again. The blonde just barely caught the ambulance before the back was slamming shut, hopping up and in. She slid in right next to the stretcher, instantly leaning over you.

"I'm here, pequeña." She murmured, taking in the absolutely devastated expression on your face.

"It broke, I heard it break." You whispered. Alexia felt like her heart was being squeezed at the sound of your shaky voice.

"It's all going to be okay, I promise."

You shook your head. "I'm sorry, Ale." You barely got the words out, a loud sobbing ripping it's way out of you.

Your sister looked confused, reaching a hand down to cradle your cheek. "You don't have anything you need to be sorry for, hermanita. Nothing."

The conversation was only agitating you, and the paramedic gave your sister a look, one telling her to change the topic.

"Does it hurt?" She asked, glancing down at your heavily wrapped ankle.

You bit your lip. "No."

Just then, the vehicle hit a bump, jostling the stretcher slightly. Your ankle was jolted, and you let out a high pitched squeak, gripping on tight to the sides of the stretcher.

"Sure, it doesn't hurt." Alexia sighed. "We're almost at the hospital, okay? They'll fix you right up."

Alexia was speaking to you like she had when you were much younger; when the injury to be fixed was a scraped knee, not a broken bone. It was comforting, though, a glimpse of soft and sweet Alexia that you hadn't really seen much of recently.

"Can you call mom?" You asked quietly. Your sister swallowed back tears of her own at how young you seemed suddenly. You were only 20, and though normally you acted much more mature than that, she was reminded of your age by the look of complete fear in your eyes.

Your mother, however, was out of the country on a girls trip with her friends She had been texting Alexia pretty much nonstop since the injury, and Alexia had only managed to reply to one of the texts. She told your sister, though, that she didn't have good enough cell reception to call. Alexia was going to have to be enough for you.

"Her internet isn't good enough to call, remember? I'm right here with you, though. I'm not going anywhere." Alexia vowed, peeling your hand of the side of the stretcher, and wrapping her hand around it.

Your sister didn't miss the unsure glint in your eyes, and although your hand tightened around hers, she could tell that you were holding back from her, at least a little bit. The trouble was, she didn't understand why. You used to go to Alexia with all your problems; she was one of the only people you would let see you cry. Now, though, you chewed aggressively on your bottom lip, blinking away your tears.

Alexia wondered when you'd stopped trusting her the way you used to, and why.

-----

Thank god that Barça had connections at the hospital; you were in and out of x-ray fast, seen by the doctor, put on crutches within the hour. Your foot was encased in a moon boot, all the way up your shin, and you were... miserable. There was a permanent scowl set on your face, and you were answering your sister's questions with simple yes's and no's, refusing to make eye contact.

Alexia's chest ached seeing you in this much pain. She felt like she used to feel when you were little, and you'd cry; like she'd do anything, anything at all, to make you smile again.

Your other sister arrived in a flurry of chaos, and Alexia watched on as you practically melted into the hug Alba offered. She didn't understand; you went to Alba when you were in trouble, or if you wanted to goof around. You went to Alexia if you were upset. That was how it had always been, but suddenly, you couldn't look her in the eye.

"Olga went to go get you some stuff from your apartment. You can stay with Ale until you're better, alright?" Alba said.

Alexia didn't know when Alba had contacted her girlfriend, or how the decision for you to stay with her had been reached, but she was glad for it. You shouldn't be on your own, physically, and if your current attitude was any indication, also mentally.

"Did the doctor say how long you'd be out?"

You grew visibly pale at the question. "At least 4 months."

Alba opened her mouth, clearly about to comment on how that was... a long time for a broken ankle. Alexia elbowed her in the side, sending her a look to not bring it up. Alba promptly shut her mouth, figuring Alexia would explain later anyway.

What she didn't know was that you'd broken both your fibula and your tibia. The bones would take time to heal, time to rehab, as well as the partially torn muscles in your ankle. You'd asked about surgery, but the process wouldn't be sped up at all if you were operated on. You had no choice, but to wait it out. 4 months away from the pitch. 4 months.

"Hey, y/n?" Alexia said, waving a hand in front of your face.

"What?" You asked.

"I said your name like 5 times." Alexia told you, taking in the bewildered expression on your face. You'd completely tuned out, lost in your thoughts.

"Oh."

"Ready to go?" Alexia asked finally, when you didn't offer an explanation.

"Yeah."

You stood, slightly shaky on the crutches from the pain medicine, and began to make your way to the doors of the hospital. Your sisters followed close behind you. They didn't know it, but anyone looking at the two of them would have instantly known they were sisters; sporting matching worried frowns as they watching you move down the hall. Neither of them was really sure what to say to you, to make you feel better, and they hated standing by and watching you be upset. Nothing seemed to be working though, and you offered them nothing as you made it to your sister's car, sliding into the backseat without a word. The car ride back to Alexia's was completely silent, both of your sister's were lost in their thoughts, as you were.

-----

Alexia lay awake in her bed, unable to shake the feeling that she needed to check on you. Staring at the ceiling, her mind was racing, through every interaction she'd had with you recently. She couldn't figure out when you'd started acting so... strange. In retrospect, it had definitely gotten worse recently, and she hadn't noticed. The blonde had been busy, dealing with her knee and her contract renewal. Now that she'd taken the time to really look at you, for the first time in weeks, she saw someone who was hurting. All she wanted was to fix it.

"Go check on her, Ale." Olga spoke up from next to her girlfriend. "I can hear you thinking from here, just go so you can see she's fine, come back, and go to sleep.

Alexia considered for a minute, before leaning over to kiss her girlfriends cheek, and sliding out of bed. She was wearing socks, and her footsteps were quiet as she padded down the hall and to the door of the guest bedroom. She was just going to peek in, but when she rested her hand on the knob, she heard quiet snuffling whimpers coming from behind the closed door.

Twisting the knob and stepping into the room, the sounds cut off with a sharp breath. Alexia didn't say anything, not yet. Instead she walked closer to the bed, towards where you were facing away from the doorway, pretending to be asleep in the middle of the bed. Your body was trembling under the covers, so much so that she could see it even in the dark. She took a careful seat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to rest a hand on your arm. As soon as she did so, you broke, curling up into yourself as a heart wrenching sob fought it's way out of you.

Before your sister could say a word, you were twisting to face her and gasping out an apology. "Sorry, Ale, I'm sorry."

Alexia didn't know why you kept apologizing to her, but she desperately wanted you to stop. "Shh, just let it out. It's all okay, nena."

"It's not okay, Alexia, it's not. I can't play. I can't play, not for months. I can't do it, I don't want to do it." Nothing you were saying was really making any sense to your sister, but she was sure she wasn't getting any more out of you while you were still so worked up.

"Just come here, nena," she murmured, opening her arms up for you. For a second, you looked so unsure, so apprehensive, and Alexia felt like crying herself. Then, something inside of you must have given up, and you were launching yourself, as best you could, across the bed and into your sister's arms. Alexia held you close, humming a soft tune as she held you tight against her, like she used to do when you were very small.

For once, you didn't worry about disappointing her, or seeming weak in front of her. You let yourself fall apart completely, your sister's arms wrapped around you feeling like the only thing stopping you from breaking into a million pieces.

"You are strong, pequeña, so strong. You can do this, I know you can. My strong hermanita. You can do anything. I bet you'll be back on the pitch before 4 months is up." Alexia's words only seemed to make you cry harder, so she stopped talking, focusing on rocking minutely back and forth.

What if you weren't strong? You knew you weren't as strong as your sister. What if you were weak? What if you couldn't do it? Alexia said you should be able to come back before 4 months, but what if you didn't? You'd be disappointing everyone, Alexia most of all. The fear of that, of letting her down, felt like it was squeezing all the air out of your lungs, until all you could do was cling to your sister, and wait for it to pass.

It wouldn't pass. The thoughts wouldn't stop ricocheting around your head, your deepest fears and anxieties. Everything you'd been pushing down for weeks was bubbling to the surface until you were a trembling mess in your sister's arms.

"You have to calm down, nena, breathe." Alexia tried to remind you. You could only shake your head frantically, and your sister sighed, her worry increasing. "Okay, let's go call Alba."

Without another word, she held tight to you and stood up off the bed, walking towards her room. You were past caring, at this point, where you had your breakdown. Calling Alba might be a good distraction, you thought. So, you wrapped your arms around your sister's neck, trying to steady yourself.

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Olga had just been considering getting up, and going to check on the pair of you, when she heard her girlfriend's steps returning down the hall. They were slower than normal, and her lips tugged into a smile, knowing exactly what was about to walk through the door.

Her smile fell when Alexia walked in with you in her arms, the miserable sounds you were making filling the silent room. She made eye contact with her girlfriend, feeling her heart sink at how helpless she looked.

Alexia placed you in the middle of the bed, pulling away just slightly so she grab her phone and call your other sister. She hit Alba's contact, absentmindedly rubbing your back as you cried into her. Olga scooted closer, resting her head on Alexia's shoulder, hoping to provide some comfort to her girlfriend, who looked completely distraught at the state you were in.

"Hello?" Alba answered, grumpy at being woken in the middle of the night.

"She's really upset, can you talk to her?" Alexia asked, forgoing a greeting and holding the phone to your ear. Alba sat straight up in bed, her soft voice a stark contrast to the tension and stress flooding her. She began talking, about her day, about her week, about the silly thing she'd seen at the dog park the other day.

Your sister's soothing voice, your other sister's calming patterns rubbed into your back, Olga's nails scratching lightly at your scalp, all probably combined as you began to calm down.

Alba's voice had vanished, and Alexia smiled despite herself, knowing the other girl had probably fallen asleep talking. When your sobs quieted to small whimpers, and your sharp gasps for air turned to the occasional hiccup, Alexia spoke again. You were half asleep, and you felt safe, so safe, so tired. You let Alexia's words wash over you, the final push before you shut your eyes, drifting off on top of her.

"I love you, so much. Always. I'll be with you the whole way, nena. I promise you."

Groggily, you wondered if she meant it. If she really would be with you through this, if she really would still love you when you inevitably failed. Because you were sure you weren't strong enough for this. Despite your certainty, you also knew that you would do everything you could to meet your sister's expectations. The doctors had said 4 months, you'd do it in 3. No matter what it took, no matter how hard it was. If you failed, you'd deal with that later.

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[married-to-google-translater]

How would yanderes Tanjiro and Sanemi(Separate) react to reader living with their friend and she and her friend are roomies? Let’s make it a male roomie since I need some drama

Yandere Sanemi Shinazugawa

Ahahahahaha yeah, this definitely wouldn't go on.

Sanemi doesn't like this at all. His feelings for you would still be new to him. Something that Sanemi would try to deny.

He would also believe that he is not good for you and the best thing would be to stay away.

You certainly didn't tell him this directly. You weren't even very close when he found out about this. Sanemi overheard your conversation with someone else.

It seems that the only thing he would see for a moment would be red.

Sanemi would DEFINITELY find out everything about your roommate. Damn, he would really hate that person already.

ALL thoughts of pushing you away are instantly forgotten. Sanemi would understand that he wouldn't want to lose you to anyone else. You're just his only one.

Sanemi would definitely threaten this person to move elsewhere. If that didn't work, Sanemi thinks violence would be the solution.

Their fault for not listening :D

Such a situation should never happen again. Sanemi was going to make sure of that somehow.

Yandere Tanjiro Kamado (older)

Ooooh nooooh. The cutest boy of all would be jealous. Tanjiro probably doesn't even know what jealousy would feel like. He would have been far too innocent for that before.

Tanjiro still remembers the moment he saw your roommate for the first time. It was a cold evening and he was taking you home. Tanjiro would be really happy because he would "officially" see your home for the first time. Maybe you'd even invite him in~

However, all the cheerfulness would have drained away when another man opened the door. Tanjiro would think for a moment that you were cheating on him.

The fact that you said the man was a roommate would help a little. However, only a little. At first, Tanjiro doesn't understand it properly. Only when the door closes in front of him does Tanjiro realize the situation.

He would feel envy in his chest. And oh Tanjiro wouldn't like that.

He wouldn't want to upset you though. Tanjiro hates to see you sad. But this situation could not continue.

Tanjiro would "talk" to your roommate. As a result of the 'discussion', they would move out... and Tanjiro would move in.

This would be perfect right?

Tanjiro is sure that you too will be satisfied with this solution.

[holy--milk]

seeing this post and particularly the notes kinda reminded me of how the larger MXTX fandom sometimes tends to see all MXTX tops as like. basically one character in different skins? and while it's true that the three of them basically fit the same general archetype (which i'd probably call something like "overpowered sexy dom + service top + trophy husband"), i think that's still a pretty big mischaracterisation.

so like if we take the situation of "i need to chose between saving my husband and someone else who's important to me", here are what i think would be the biggest differences in approach between the three:

luo binghe: LBH straight up doesn't understand that it's supposed to be a difficult moral dilemma. of course he saves shizun, why would he even hesitate? he's fine with sacrificing someone important to SQQ (like YQY, LQG and even NYY) as long as it means SQQ gets to live, even if SQQ gets upset and leaves him as a result. the only other alternative that could perhaps make it a bit difficult for him would be his adoptive mother, but she's conveniently already dead at this point.

hua cheng: similarly to LBH, it wouldn't be a difficult choice for him since he doesn't really have anyone he cares about to the extent he cares about XL, HOWEVER. he does care about what XL would think about someone else being sacrificed for his sake, especially if it's someone XL personally cares about (and, inconveniently, XL cares a lot about a lot of people). he would obviously still choose XL, but he would probably take extra steps to hide the fact that there was a sacrifice if at all possible.

lan wangji: the only one out of the three who may even see it as a Choice to be made to begin with, since he's also the only one out of the three who still has his family and non-husband related responsibilities he cares about to some extent. it's an easy choice if WWX is pitted against someone he already dislikes (like JGY, SMS, JC and like 80% of the cultivation world), doesn't have a personal relationship with (like WN or, say, mianmian) or someone who would willingly sacrifice themselves out of love for either of them (like LXC or JYL). but if it's LSZ, someone who he both personally cares about AND has the duty to protect as his student? and who he knows WWX cares about as well? i don't think the answer would be quite as obvious to him as it is to the other two, from the purely emotional standpoint.

although to make it a bit more convenient for him, WWX is canonically a genius who may just be able to come up with a creative solution and save everyone. so saving him first is also justified from a pragmatic standpoint.

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

Longtime reader and fan (thank you for existing and sharing your writing!) first time asker, prompted by watching the movie The Martian: what if the team went on a mission out in space, during the war or after, and accidentally left someone behind on a planet? I can't decide who it would be worse for it to happen to, and whether being able to morph would really be helpful. Maybe it's a funny no-big when you have alien space travel, I suppose

Ooh, I think it all depends on who got left behind.

Ax: We know from canon that he can get by while stranded on an alien planet without either dying or losing his mind. That said, Ax also desperately needs company and doesn't do well alone. When he's stuck in the Dome ship, he gets to the point of hallucinations and memory problems from the isolation (MM4). So Ax would probably figure out how to get a potato farm or other food supply going — he's very good at cobbling together solutions from limited technology — and he would be able to fix things that went wrong for a time.

But Ax better find that Rover and get it talking to an Earth satellite as fast as he can, if he's the one stranded. And he hopefully wouldn't make a mistake that results in it frying. If he does, then Ax would have the greatest risk of just losing the plot. That could mean falling into a depression so bad he stops maintaining his food supply, becoming so anxious he can't do EVAs anymore, developing psychosis and losing track of reality, or any number of other ways that his brain could start eating itself. But if he does end up with any kind of major overwhelming stressor, then he's probably screwed. It's not like there's a way to do therapy through a 2-message-an-hour Rover running on Morse code, and I doubt(?) NASA would've sent antidepressants in their limited weight supply.

Jake: Would go the same way as Ax, but a lot faster. He wouldn't consider himself worth risking others' lives to rescue, he wouldn't have the necessary mental flexibility to engineer himself a long-term survival solution, and he wouldn't be able to remain sane with no one to talk to. I don't think he'd actually die by suicide. I think he'd just curl up in bed and eat 3x a day until he ran out of MREs, and then gradually slip away.

Marco: Easily the best equipped to survive over a year alone on Mars. Name puns aside, he's the most Mark Watney-ish of the Animorphs. He can laugh as he's crying, he can entertain himself, he can think through problems quickly, and he can charm the media of planet Earth enough to convince NASA to mount a rescue expedition.

Marco would start talking to himself the moment he wakes up alone, and he wouldn't stop talking until he was finally back on the spaceship. He'd try so hard to be cool and tough in the logs, insisting on not really being scared, not really being hungry or in pain, until you could almost believe him. If something breaks, Marco will take it apart and fix it. If he risks dying in the process of fixing the broken water purifier or oxygen system, then he's going to run straight at it with manic determination to make his death at least entertaining for the folks at home.

Of course, Marco might also be the most upsetting one for the other Animorphs to realize they've left behind. Rather than trying to make the others feel better about having made an honest mistake in the process of trying to save their own lives, he'd be making jokes about how he was five minutes late for the school bus and yet they still left him on the field trip, or he knew that Jake found him annoying but never realized he was that annoying. Which would only make the whole team feel way worse about the fact that they left him for dead and nearly let him die for real.

Cassie: Would do all the science she could, with the opportunity she'd been given. She would carefully log the rock samples she found, take extensive notes on her processes, and use up every single sample container and scrap of disc space she had left on her observations. Then she'd go out somewhere beautiful, eat one last MRE and watch one last Earthrise, and take off her helmet.

Tobias: Probably second-best equipped psychologically to spend all that time in survival mode. Like Ax, Tobias is prone to mental illness and so risks not being able to keep going through all the relentless misery and stress, but Tobias is also a solitary creature at heart. And Tobias isn't afraid to do what it takes to survive, as long as he's not hurting anyone else in the process. So he wouldn't make contacting Earth a priority (except to make it clear that he needs rescue) and he would be okay with a tiny trickle of communication with his fellow humans that eventually gets cut off.

However, Tobias is also a lot more... rigid in planning, I guess? He doesn't have Ax's or Marco's "try anything" attitude. He makes rules for himself, and then he follows them, even to the point of risking death. He tends to obsess over taking the right course of action no matter what, and spends a ton of time considering what right would be in any given situation. Like, he's got more functional fixedness than Marco or Cassie, which could be bad if his only option for survival is to make a sock and a paperback book cover into a makeshift CO2 filter. So I think Tobias would handle the isolation best of anyone on the team, but risks not handling the 40,000 random engineering problems that come from using a tent meant for 6 people over 2 weeks as a home for 18 months.

Tobias would also be extremely upsetting for the other Animorphs to have left behind. His role on the team is classic break the cutie, where anything bad happening to him is utterly devastating for all his friends in a way it wouldn't be to have Rachel or Jake suffer a similar fate. If there's anyone that the team would risk cannibalism and death to return to Mars for, it's him.

Rachel: It's hard to say if impulsivity is more of a bonus or a drawback here. Rachel has never taken anything lying down in her life, ever, and she'd be offended by the idea of some stupid dusty planet getting the better of her. She would fight with every iota of her being to survive, fighting airlock failure and potato rot and oxygen leaks and water system clogs.

But. Impulsivity. If that means she tries anything, tries everything, until a solution works, then excellent. If that means she gets fed up with the process of survival, less good. If that means she says screw it and eats when she's hungry, doubleplusungood.

[animeyanderelover]

Anon: The letters A, H, O and R with Jouno, Tetchou, Toji and Gojo?

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, intimidation, isolation, abduction

Tags: @shumidehiro @leveyani @izanami78 @lovley-valentine7

Yandere Alphabet

Jouno Saigiku

Affection-How and how often do they show affection?

♦️​For a man who has grown up surrounded by nothing but violence and has adapted accordingly Jouno acts exactly like one would expect him to. It is very obvious that Jouno has no idea how he is supposed to be gentle around you or just how to be somewhat nice to you. No one has ever taught him how to be any of it and his own unwillingness to let his feelings for you ruin him, partially he doesn't want to be affectionate around you either. There is mostly no nice without something sinister lurking just around. When Jouno is kind to you, you're more uncomfortable than if he wouldn't be simply because you know that he must have something in mind. If Jouno doesn't keep that sadistic attitude up, he will end up being genuine which is something that he doesn't know how to be. His affection, when genuine and not mocking, is subtle with fleeting touches such as petting your head or letting his fingers slide over your arm and shape of your face as if trying to imagine for a short moment what you look like. One thing that is important to mention is that it’s easier for him to be genuine when you are relatively calm as Jouno gets overwhelmed and annoyed if you are emotional.

Heaven-What are the best experiences their darling has with them? Possible dates?

♦️​A good experience with Jouno is difficult to pinpoint as he keeps you locked away for a long time. Jouno’s own inability to be vulnerable with his thoughts and feelings when around you is another problem that adds to the overall unpleasant experience that you find yourself in. Emotional vulnerability is exactly what he needs in order to get you more eased within his presence so perhaps that is the point where you start having some positive experiences when around him. The road to Jouno being genuine is long and certainly not easy either. What it allows you though is to finally breathe easier when in his presence as otherwise you are constantly on edge. Maybe you could go as far as to claim it as endearing when you realise just how much he struggles to be normal and nice around you but such moments are delicate meaning that one chuckle from your side could ruin everything and result in him retaliating and returning to the mean and mocking personality he knows best. There are days that you remember where he visited you simply because he wanted to hear your voice whenever something had gotten on his nerves, just letting you talk all whilst he was listening intently.

♦️​Dates are such a foreign and unfamiliar concept to Jouno, one he initially doesn't deem to be necessary either. This relationship is more about effective control over you then it is about being romantic and loving with you. This application slowly weakens over time as Jouno does start growing more emotionally open with you at times. Fukuchi and Tachihara are starting to give him advice when they notice that he has been trying to be nicer to you as of recently but hasn't been doing well simply because he is Jouno. Everything is always organised and restricted during dates though because you are under special protection of the government. There are little to few people around when Jouno takes you outside as he isn't overly fond of crowds, especially during a date. After all he doesn't admit it but he likes focusing fully on you and temporarily forgetting everything that annoys or angers him which works best when there are other sensations and people around to distract him. He wouldn't want you to be distracted by someone else either so keeping dates alone with only the two of you seems like the best solution. You don't even have to talk much, your heartbeat is talking enough for you.

Oppression-How many rights would they take away from their darling? Do they go against their s/o’s will a lot?

♦️​Jouno takes quite a few rights away from his darling and the most jarring one is the removal of your freedom and your control of your life. As you are locked away so that no enemies of his could come after you, you have no chance of ever returning to your normal life again. Whether you are allowed to leave the building at all depends all on Jouno who is surely not going to be kind enough to let you out just because you are asking him to. Your entire schedule is all decided and created by Jouno, from the meals you take to the appointments with doctors that you're going to have. There are even set times that he wants you awake or not, especially when he returns from a mission and wants to converse with you. He can't have you asleep during such times after all and even if you would be, Jouno would just wake you up. You aren't allowed to contact your family and friends either, in fact they will never find out what fate had in store for you. No begging or arguing will change Jouno's mind as instead he often mocks you for your pathetic pleas. You're such a selfish thing. What if your loved ones were to get in trouble because of your inability to be alone? You can never tell if his words are a threat or a promise.

♦️​Jouno is sadistic and he thrives on eliciting emotions such as anger, despair and hopelessness within you. A lot of times he just goes against your will simply to trigger such emotions out of you and to exhaust you until you have given up. To you he always justifies his controlling behavior with pointing out that he knows so much more than you will ever know for he is a Hunting Dog whilst you are nothing more than an ordinary citizen. What do you know about this world and all the evil that is lurking around every corner? There are many boundaries that Jouno crosses or threatens to overstep all to induce that submission and hopelessness within you that he needs you to feel. Honestly speaking, partially he only cares about going against your will so much because he wants you to be afraid of him. His own feelings are a topic he struggles to grasp and accept and out of his inability to accept that his love exposes a weakness he didn't previously have he attempts to keep you on a tight leash of intimidation and fear that wouldn't allow you nor anyone else to notice just how close you really are held to his heart. You will not be used against him due to his obsession.

Race-How fast would it take for them to grow toxic feelings? How do they realize?

♦️​A slight fascination is quickly arranged, an entire obsession takes a lot of time though which implies that you need to be someone that Jouno sees around often. Perhaps you used to work for the government prior to the abduction, meaning that you knew Jouno from work. Or perhaps you were just an ordinary citizen who Jouno happened to bump often into and the tiny spark of fascination that you elicited within him led him foolishly to search for you and to approach you more often. Ironically enough Jouno has no issues to express his curiosity with you at that point in time but merely because there is no love-obsessed feeling involved just yet. You're an interest but not someone he is attached to which allows him to be more open yet still as teasing. He would pull away the moment he catches on to his own feelings so two things can happen now. Either the point from mere fascination to obsession happens very quickly meaning that he has no chance to distance himself anymore or once the spark is there the fire grows even after he has started avoiding you, meaning that Jouno is past the point of no return. This realisation is a bitter pill to swallow.

♦️​Jouno has always been good with distancing his work from his life outside of it. His thoughts and interest within you were only something that existed when he had the time to entertain those feelings. Whenever there was a mission though he was only focused on the task at hand. That line becomes increasingly blurry though as images of you even appear within his mind when his thoughts should be elsewhere. That is the first indicator that something is about to go very wrong as Jouno has never encountered such a problem before in his life. The next sign that happens is the fact that he starts to focus far too much on you with an intensity that not even most of the people that he chases down receive. Whether it is your heartbeat, the blood flowing through your veins or the steady pattern of every breath you take, he pays far too much attention to it until he can recognise it all even when there are other people around as if he has discovered a melody of your heart unique to you. The last thing that happens is the boost in possessiveness. Jouno gets actively irritated whenever someone else occupies you at the moment and it is one secret reason why he finds himself taking you eventually.

Suehiro Tetchou

Affection-How and how often do they show affection?

🌸​Tetchou isn't necessarily any more experienced when it comes to a romantic relationship than Jouno is but what sets the two apart is that Tetchou has little to no problem to embrace his own feelings. He's merely inexperienced but his intentions are born out of genuine feelings which means that he wants to show you that he loves you. His touches tend to be somewhat rough in the beginning as he learns to adjust his strength in order to not hurt you. A lot of his obsession stems from his overprotective tendencies and that is definitely shown. He constantly steps protectively in front of you when someone he doesn't know or doesn't trust approaches you, shielding you protectively behind his back. Physical touches to keep you close and he likes carrying you around or having you sit on his back whilst he is doing push-ups, merely saying that you are helping him to train by letting him do this. When he is sitting and you are standing close he often grabs you by the hips and pulls you down to have you sitting on his lap, doesn't matter who is watching. Be also prepared to try some of those weird and downright disgusting food combinations that he loves to come up with.

Heaven-What are the best experiences their darling has with them? Possible dates?

🌸​Tetchou is extremely endearing with his general cluelessness when it comes to romance. He may not know just how he is supposed to behave within the relationship but he tries daily to do something to show you that he loves and cares. There are some days where he might appear in front of your door with a few flowers that he hopefully bought somewhere and didn't pluck them from a field he isn't supposed to pluck them from. There are days where he tries to cook something for you and gives you such a genuine look that you are unable to not eat his food even when he is serving you rice with sugar or tuna with strawberry jam. Constant small moments where he rests his chin on your shoulder whenever you are looking at something on your phone or are busy reading a book or where he pulls you on his lap when both of you are watching something on TV. There are no grand gestures oozing with luxury and money but Tetchou doesn't need to do any of it. It's his sincerity that makes such moments very special. A simple walk in the park or a quiet moment at home is much more memorable and intimate for the both of you than any fancy charades.

🌸​As already mentioned and thereby established, Tetchou is not the type of guy who spends a lot of money though he absolutely could if you were to ask him. Whilst he is not necessarily extroverted either, he isn't like Jouno who just doesn't like to have people around you. So dates can take place outside but still within the context for both of you can focus on each other and not get distracted by someone else. Due to his interesting penchant to combine food that has the same colour I can see Tetchou having a slight favor for dates where food is involved, especially areas or special festivals with lots of food stalls where the two of you spend a majority of the time wandering around and munching on food. He buys a lot of it which initially worries you as you don't want to waste anything but eventually you discover that Tetchou has a big stomach so even if you should be a small eater, he will gladly devour what you can't finish. When he's going for a morning jog he sometimes just bluntly asks you if you'd like to hop on his back so that you can help him to train which I guess you could consider as a date of sorts too with the fresh morning air blowing in your face whilst people passing by give the both of you curious looks.

Oppression-How many rights would they take away from their darling? Do they go against their s/o’s will a lot?

🌸​There's no such oppressing restriction with Tetchou as there would be with Jouno. Instead he values freedom a lot more, especially since he is quite focused on your feelings within a relationship and doesn't pursue any more selfish motives. That being said, if there is one thing Tetchou will never compromise on it is your safety. He is a Hunting Dog, his entire purpose is to protect Japan and its people from major threats and Tetchou has taken this duty always seriously. This translates to his love as well as the one big trait stirring his obsession is his protective feeling. If there is a valid reason to believe that something might happen then he expects you to head the warnings and instructions that he gives you. Though it might be the wrong way to think of it like this, Tetchou sometimes falls victim to the mindset that he knows better than you due to the job that he has. If there is any reason to believe that you specifically are targeted then he is left with little choice but take you under special protection all ordered by him. Your freedom is not permanently gone, just long enough until both the threat and his paranoia have disappeared in which case he would release you.

🌸​Normally he finds himself looking out too much for your thoughts and opinions so yet again he would only really go against your will if a emergency were to happen which would trigger his, admittedly slightly overbearing, protective instincts. You are not allowed to wander the city freely then, even if you beg and plead to do so. Instead the order to stay inside this room until any danger has been elimiated will be absolute. It may be slightly hard on Tetchou if you were to show him the cold shoulder during or after this abduction but ultimately he will push through and believe that he is doing the right thing. He'll justify his methods in front of you as well, stating that he does understand your frustration but that this is ultimately the best way to keep you unharmed.Whenever there is something that could awaken those urges to protect, Tetchou ends up being quite a thick-headed individual who insists you to do things the way he tells you to. After all such situations are not unfamiliar to him and for that he knows what to do. As long as there is nothing that could trigger those protective feelings though, this man is quite laid-back and relaxed when it comes to the relationship.

Race-How fast would it take for them to grow toxic feelings? How do they realize?

🌸​It's quite a slow process for Tetchou to grow such feelings. A lot of bonding is needed to escalate feelings of his to such an extent which implies that the two of you need to see each other quite a lot as well. Maybe just like in Jouno's case you work for the government or you work for a place he frequently visits when he has the free time. Getting close to him isn't hard though as he is polite and kind although he has some interesting quirks that has some people giving him a strange look. Perhaps you just join him in those habits that he knows other Hunting Dogs find annoying which is a factor that leads him to his eventual obsession. Maybe it's the way you try some of the combinations he creates and offers you when he realises the funny glance you give it even though it looks atrocious and tastes just as terrible as you imagined it to be. Or perhaps it's how you quietly sit down next to him whilst he watches the birds in the sky fascinated for hours on end. He doesn't consider such stuff weird but he has heard it from Teruko and Jouno a lot how annoying and frustrating they tend to get with him for it so it's nice to have someone who just does those things with him.

🌸​Bless his woefully ignorant soul for this man needs an eternity until he arrives at a point where he finally realises how he truly feels for you. A part of him has always known that you mean a lot to him but he has never suspected to find out just how much you mean to him. From the way his thoughts seem to constantly drift to you, especially when he spaces out, or from the way he reacts so protectively as soon as he senses that something or someone makes you uncomfortable he has always at least been able to tell that you are someone important to him. He never realises that he loves you though though it is obvious to quite a lot of people around him. Teruko has probably tried to explain it to him only to get too frustrated when nothing she said got through his head until she just yelled at him that he is an idiot for not knowing that he loves you. As with most things regarding his obsession though, perhaps it takes a moment of fright for Tetchou to truly acknowledge how he feels for you. A moment where your life is genuinely a risk and he is presented with the short idea that he might never see you again which finally has him understanding what he wishes to have with you.

Fushiguro Toji

Affection-How and how often do they show affection?

🪱With literally nothing to lose, Toji pretty much just goes for it. From the very first day he makes it very painfully obvious that he has full intentions to make you his and he is just shameless with showing it. He's constantly touching you, grabbing you and pulling you flush against his firm body. His lips crash against yours whenever he feels like it and once you are trapped in his arm you would have better chances wrestling yourself free from a bear than to escape this hulk of a man. If you passively mention something that you would like but don't necessarily need which is why you don't buy it, it's likely that about a week later Toji has just decided to buy it on a whim since he just happened to be in the city and remember about this thing that you mentioned before. Toji being Toji though, there are some more concerning ways for him to express his affection for you. Messing with you and putting you through any stress is an open invitation for him to beat someone up and as careless as he might still be in regards to his own lifestyle, he puts a lot of effort into giving you a better one. Your general experience is that once you mention a name, that person is just gone not only a few days later.

Heaven-What are the best experiences their darling has with them? Possible dates?

​🪱​Interesting about Toji is the fact that he goes from seeing his darling as just a trophy to keep himself entertained with to someone who genuinely loves and cares for them in his own obsessed ways. It may not be a pure love but it is a strong one nevertheless which brings much more tenderness and affection into the relationship beside that smugness that he always carries around with him. It just amazes you at times, seeing a man as intimidating and powerful as Toji love despite everything. You remember idle evenings where both of you were at home with you sprawled out on his chest with a blanket covering you and despite everything he had done to you and for you, you still felt an overwhelming sense of security that washed over you in such a moment. Violence is almost always involved when Toji goes for someone but despite being absolutely horrified whenever he goes too far you still remember that feeling of validation and trust when he stood up for you when no one else did and solved a problem for you that others would have just ignored or labeled as a low priority. It might be selfish and you know that but a part of you enjoys that you are the only person Toji has a soft spot for.

🪱​Old habits die hard so there is a stage within an early relationship where Toji wants to indulge in gambling but doesn't want to leave you alone either so he just ends up taking you with him. Very quickly he realises that you're not comfortable with it though. Pachinko overwhelms you with its loud noises and the stench of smoke from the people playing those games and any other sorts of gambling always lead you to give him that disappointed look that bothers him more than he cares to admit. As he starts cutting off his unhealthy habits in regards to such wasteful hobbies, Toji just leans back and asks you if you have any better idea what you would consider to be entertaining. If you let him choose he is going to end up dragging you into a bar or an izakaya most of the time and it isn't like this isn't nice but perhaps you want to spend your time otherwise. If that is the case you need to tell him though for he is no mindreader. Be aware that he isn't going to hold back with his thoughts on a place. Even if he is saying something pretty mean or inconsiderate, keep in mind that ultimately he just cares that you have had your fun. He may not admit it but he considers just spending time with you as special.

Oppression-How many rights would they take away from their darling? Do they go against their s/o’s will a lot?

🪱​It's such a unique thing with Toji, isn't it? On the one hand you have your freedom removed as he technically does kidnap you but it differs so greatly from a typical abduction with a classic Yandere. After all you have the freedom to go outside from the very first day as Toji doesn't plan to be your babysitter. Heck, he can barely look out for his own health so he surely isn't qualified to look after you. What gets taken away though is your shot of a normal life or of the life that you led before he appeared in your life. From the moment you were dragged to the apartment that he bought specifically for the two of you, you are his so that means that your lovelife or any attempts or thoughts of having one is thrown out of the window. Also, you aren't allowed to go back to your previous place unless you wish to retrieve something from your old home in which case you are free to do so. Technically you could try to go back or to escape but that never ends well as Toji simply tracks you down and drags you right back where you were at the beginning. Partially he might find your attempt even entertaining but he is going to clarify to you that things will not go back to how they were before.

🪱​Personally I don't see him meddling too much with your life, partially because he is considerate enough to know that he likes to do his own thing and grants you such a privilege to a certain extent as well. You are given a phone and a key to the house, you are given money from his bank account to pay if you need to buy something and he might even allow you to still have a job though definitely not full time because he wants to spend time with you which wouldn't work well with the work schedule a lot of companies have. He does all of this because he is confident that even if you were to try to call the police on him or run away, he would still find you and solve the issue in one way or another violent way. He mostly goes against your will to rile you up and annoy you such as being overly touchy or eating the last treat that you saved for yourself. The only cases where he would go seriously against your will is when either there is someone coming after you or when you have seriously pissed him off. Both scenarios are not something that commonly happens but the few times they have occurred you've just once more realised just how terrifying Toji really is.

Race-How fast would it take for them to grow toxic feelings? How do they realize?

🪱​Toji doesn't believe in love. Not after the death of his wife anyways. It's why it is going to be a bit of a challenge for him to get to the point of an obsession. It's in fact very likely that he starts off feeling either completely uninterested in you or tries to use the same trick that he has used on many other women by sleeping with them and leaving them after he has gotten a good portion of their money for himself. There is going to be one point where indifference changes to amusement, perhaps because you fiercely reject his sleezy attitude or challenge him in other ways. In either case, Toji thrives on distractions and challenges which is why he is going to pay more attention to you from that point on. Because he finds you entertaining. It sounds wrong and it is wrong but that is just how things have to go for his obsession to take hold. The pure possessiveness starts way before actual feelings get involved and in that stage his only interest is to claim you without considering what anyone else, even you, thinks about it. He never expects actual feelings to bloom and it takes him by surprise as they too gradually blossom within his heart.

🪱​His possessive selfishness is the first thing that he as well as you notice. He doesn't even care if you are at the current time in love with someone else or in a relationship, you are his from that day on and Toji makes that much clear to everyone as well as you. Once you are swarming around within his head, he sees no reason to hold himself back and he just goes for it without questioning it. What difference would it make after all? What Toji doesn't foresee is how his actions of willingly fueling his obsession are what creates those genuine feelings in the first place. It's those feelings that have him hesitating for a slight moment as he neither planned for them to happen nor is he sure if he is allowed to feel that way out of a notion of guilt for his dead wife. It's that familiar warmth that wraps itself around his heart, the way your touches have him craving for more that elicits a behavior out of him that he thought had died: A willingness to do better, at the very least when with you. At that point Toji has already realised though that he has long crossed the line and now has no way of turning back. So instead he just embraces it all, his obsession as well as the feelings of love that come with it.

Gojo Satoru

Affection-How and how often do they show affection?

🩵​The word clingy is more than just enough to describe Gojo and that alone should tell you all you need to know about his affection and the way he expresses it. This man is all over you as soon as he steps back into the place the both of you are living at and once he has latched on he doesn't let go no matter how much energy this may suck out of you. He's touchy, his hands are all over you just as much as his lips are as you are showered in kisses and tightly embraced within a hold that almost feels like he's afraid that you'll disappear if he were to loosen it even a bit. You are showered in presents, clothes and gifts as Gojo buys you whatever he wants and especially if it is an item that you can wear he often insists on you trying it. There's no shortage of cheeky and teasing compliments either when it comes to his verbal expression of love yet all of them are meant truly as he is genuine when he refers to you as the most beautiful person he has ever met or as the only reason why he still has the energy to go on. It's sometimes quite confusing to watch how he goes from that cheeky attitude to such vulnerability that you fear that you could shatter him despite his tight grip on you.

Heaven-What are the best experiences their darling has with them? Possible dates?

🩵​You may find his constant clinginess draining and exhausting but if there is one thing that can be praised about Gojo it is that he never holds back with his love for you. There is not a single day where he doesn't tell you that he loves you and showers you in his adoration and his feelings. Perhaps it is unnecessary to do it to such an overwhelming extent as Gojo does it as the most positive memories and experiences that you have with him are those when he seems to reveal the young man underneath that all powerful facade that never got the chance to live a life. Cozy mornings where you were woken up by playful giggles and white hair tickling your face as Satoru showered you in kisses. A day where he dragged you all the way to Harajuku because he wanted to try that giant cotton candy in rainbow colours together with you only for all the sugar you ate on that day to make you physically sick which resulted in him coddling you for the rest of the evening with tea, hot water bottles and thick blankets he wrapped you up in. It's that version of Gojo that you can see yourself perhaps even loving as in such moments he truly is beautiful with bright eyes and a grin brimming with joy.

🩵One thing that you kind of enjoy about being with Satoru is that he always ends up introducing you to a new place that you have never been to before. Classic is what Gojo considers boring and with you in his life now he rediscovers some of the childish curiosity and joy he thought he had lost all those years ago. So don't expect ordinary dates to fancy restaurants or a nice coffee shop. No, instead get used to dates in shops filled with crane games where he spends hours wandering around and somehow winning everything he wants despite never having played a lot of those machines before whilst you spend 20 minutes wasting your money trying to win one plushie only for him to swoop in and win it within his first 3 tries. Get used to him visiting all themed Cafés with you, especially when they collab with a manga or an anime that you like and ordering the entire menu so that he can take all the pictures he wants before you are allowed to touch any of the beverages and food. Tokyo has far too many things to offer than to stick to what everyone is doing which is why all of his dates always introduce you to a shop or a place you had no idea really existed before or never bothered to visit in your past.

Oppression-How many rights would they take away from their darling? Do they go against their s/o’s will a lot?

​🩵​There are quite a couple of rights that Gojo takes away from you as a result of his obsession and paranoia. The complete removal of your freedom and forever loss of your independence are the two most glaringly obvious things that are taken from you though. Once you are stuck in his place you are completely forbidden from leaving unless you are in his company. There are far too many dangers out there. Some you may be able to see, to others you are completely oblivious. If there is one unfortunate factor that is no fault of Satoru's it is that you are made a very easy target to hurt once information gets out about you. As soon as that happens you are more or less dependent on his protection because police won't be able to help you from that point on as you are dealing with powers and foes that are from a different world entirely. From that point on you have no choice but to rely on Gojo and to live with him so that he can protect you to his full ability. A part of Gojo probably feels some ounce of guilt for bringing your life into danger yet another part of his heart is concerningly delighted as you rely on him, need him to protect you and keep you safe.

🩵​Actually yes. There are a lot of personal boundaries that Gojo ignores and a lot of your human rights that he ignores such as your freedom. It definitely feels very oppressing at times, especially when he locks all doors and windows and hides the keys or key cards that you need to open the frontdoor or to use the elevator to get downstairs as there are no stairs that you could use otherwise. It can also be very annoying when he doesn't accept your personal space and at times even invades it solely because he wants to get you annoyed by pressing kisses all over your face and clinging to you. The most hurtful thing is when you are forced to completely cut off all contact with people that are important to you. There are all sorts of excuses that Gojo comes up with to justify that decision such as not wanting to drag your family into all of this as he can't protect all of you. The truth is much more simple and uglier though and it is a truth that both of you know. Gojo is just jealous and it is as simple as that. For him there is only you and he wants to be the only one for you as well so everyone else is just in the way. And he will change your mind about him sooner or later.

Race-How fast would it take for them to grow toxic feelings? How do they realize?

🩵​It's hard to keep up that energetic and optimistic behavior at times even with Gojo's extroverted personality. He has lost a lot after all and he has never been able to talk about it with anyone as people just seem to think that this is normal for every sorcerer and for that he too just has to deal with it. What Satoru needs is someone who doesn't know him as the Gojo Satoru though. He needs someone who sees him as just a normal person, though ridiculously talented and handsome, which is why I think it is more likely that he would fall for a non-sorcerer darling more likely than someone who already has the image of the strongest in mind whenever they look at him. From a very early point on this is the one thing that Gojo considers to be the most soothing of all. You just treat him like a normal guy as you argue with him when he annoys you yet also show moments of tenderness, especially when you realise that he is lacking energy on that day as if something has exhausted him. Just like a dry sponge he sucks all those moments greedily up until his entire being is filled with you. It truly doesn't take too long for feelings to escalate from a simple crush to a fullblown obsession.

🩵​There is one specific moment where Gojo realised that he was in love with you. It was on a night where he felt out of it, less lively than usual and almost exhausted as the weight always resting on his shoulders actually got to him. He remembers still how you instantly shut up the moment you noticed the weary expression in his eyes and instead just quietly sat down next to him, contemplating for a moment if you should say something before you decided to just be quiet. He remembers how in a moment of vulnerability he just laid his head on your shoulder and though he did feel your muscles stiffle up for a moment, you didn't pull back. In that moment you saw him being weak but instead of exploring it or ignoring it you chose to comfort him as in that moment Gojo was for you someone who just needed comfort and safety. You gave him that without questioning him or complaining to him. On that night he realises that he can't live without you anymore and is after that realisation that everything bad about his obsession immediately flares up. He wants that comfort, love and gentleness all to himself and as soon as you give any of it to someone else, he gets incredibly jealous and possessive.