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chishiyasleftnut · 9 months ago

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Is there going to be more parts to stuck with you where chishiya redeems himself I guess

IM BAAAAAACK! ٩(◕‿◕)۶

Thank you for your request and patience, it’s been a rough couple of months. I’ve always wanted to make an insane author note and it’s finally my time to shine:

I had a mental breakdown, got hospitalised due to it, had to fight to get sick leave from my studies (I was supposed to be done with my bachelor’s now so rip that), and then when things finally lined up I GOT A CONCUSSION. So, it’s been a rough couple of months but now I’m back and unstoppable (⌐■_■)

Anyway, I hope you’ll like this story!

Stuck With You (part 3)

(Read part 1 and part 2 here)

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Genre: Smut Warnings: Smut. Includes oral (both female and male receiving), penetration (female receiving), unprotected sex. Pairing: Chishiay x fem!reader

Plot: After spending the night together in more than one way, Chishiya finds it hard to keep his hands off of you - even in a life and death situation. The real question is: what have you two become?

3082 words. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

You felt as if you had barely closed your eyes when you were rudely awakened by chirping birds, sunlight shining through the thin and cheap material that the tent was made of. With a big yawn, you sat up in the tent, stretching your sore limbs before looking to your left where Chishiya had spent the last few nights, expecting to see him laying besides you with dishevelled hair as he always had in the mornings. To your surprise, he was nowhere to be found.

“I swear to God if this was some weird type of ‘hit-it then quit-it” I’m going to tear him to shreds the next time we meet,” you mumbled, immediately getting flashbacks to previous similar situations.

With no other choice than to continue your day, you got dressed in silence before emerging out of the tent. And there he was: carefully fidgeting with something you couldn’t quite make out. His head turned towards the sound of the tent zipper unzipping.

“Morning, princess,” he smirked. “Did you sleep well?”

“I slept fine.” That was a lie and you both knew it. You looked like a hot mess with dark blue bags under your eyes and your hair all tangled up. “I thought you ditched me, I won’t lie.”

“Do you think so little of me?” he said, his grin only growing more annoying by the second.

You shrugged to avoid the question - truth be told you still weren’t sure where you had him - and moved closer to him, sitting down next to him on the grass and looking at whatever he was creating. Noticing your peaked interest, he replied to your silent question.

“It’s a stun grenade. Probably not deadly, but it’ll do some damage,” he said nonchalantly. Noticing your confusion, he continued. “I thought it would be a good distraction if we run into problems. It might buy us some time if we need to run.”

“I didn’t know you could run.”

Although the air that huffed out of his nose told you that he found your remark funny, he decided not to reply to your snarky comment.

“Anyway, it’s good to have, isn’t it?” he asked.

You shrugged again, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of him knowing once again that he was right. Why did he always have to think so far ahead? It was annoying you relentlessly how he was right more often than he was wrong. It was Chishiya who spoke first, looking at the stun grenade before stuffing it in his left pocket.

“There’s a hearts game,” he said while pointing distantly towards the sky.

Your heart sunk. Playing a hearts game with an ally was either incredibly beneficial or terribly traumatising. Although you wouldn’t say it out loud, you didn’t want to risk losing Chishiya and you had a feeling that he agreed. Actually, who were you kidding, you knew very well that Chishiya would sacrifice you without a second thought way before you had the chance to sacrifice him. Still, it felt unnecessarily risky.

“Do we have to attend it?”

“Mhm, it’s the closest one to us.”

And that was that. With no counter arguments, you both picked up a few belongings and headed towards the big banner floating above who knew what. Jack of Hearts.

The venue was an old prison. The big iron door which encapsulated the depressing location eerily creaked as you carefully entered the slowly deteriorating building. Of all the games sites you had been at, this was definitely up there in creepiness. With each step you took, you got reminded of the horrors this place had once been home to. You shivered at the thought, trying your best to conceal your feelings about the location.

Much to Chishiya’s dismay, you were required to hand in all potentially dangerous belongings before you could enter the game. Chishiya kissed his teeth and reluctantly let go of the stun grenade he had spent all morning on assembling.

“A shame,” he said monotonously. “Seems like I won’t get to test my creation.”

You muttered a silent thank God under your breath. The idea of a homemade stun grenade didn’t seem very safe to you, and with your luck it would somehow explode in his hands and kill the both of you.

“Did you say something?”

Crap. He heard you. It was like he had super-human hearing at times.

“No,” you lied, causing Chishiya to sneer. Nonetheless, he luckily dropped the subject.

The game started not long after you put on the collar supplied to you by the game masters (whoever the hell that was). The metal was cold, but otherwise it wasn’t particularly uncomfortable. That was good, considering you had to wear it for an unknown amount of time.

The rules were simple. Each person’s collar showed a symbol which you had to announce every hour in a private jail cell. Easy enough, right? The only catch: you couldn’t see this symbol by yourself. The collar was placed in such a way that it was impossible to do so. The obvious solution would be to use a reflective surface - something that was regrettably forbidden by the rules. If you said the wrong symbol: game over. That meant the game was one big exercise in trust with the sole goal of killing off the unidentified Jack of Hearts.

You breathed a sigh of relief when you realised you would not be forced to be in a position where you or Chishiya could get hurt. You trusted each other, right? At least more than you trusted the other strangers in the prison. This would be fine.

And for the first time in what felt like years, it was fine. What you hadn’t considered was how God awful boring this game would be, giving you nothing to do but eat snacks and talk for hours. There were already clear alliances formed amongst the players, causing the Jack to hide safely amongst an unsuspected group of players until someone inevitably fucked up and mistrusted their group.

The boredom had started to hit both you and Chishiya hard. Although he tried to hide it, you knew there were only so many packages of biscuits one man could eat before he went insane. It therefore shouldn’t have surprised you when he pulled you aside at the beginning of the 4th round.

“What are you-“ you managed to exclaim before Chishiya covered your mouth and dragged you into his cell.

“Shhh,” he said with a smirk, looking rather pleased with his plan to waste some time. He immediately yet carefully closed the heavy cell door, making sure not to slam it shut. “Be quiet, we don’t want everyone to hear, now do we?”

“Hear what exactly?”

Despite your confusion, you instinctively lowered your voice to comply with his request. You had long ago stopped questioning Chishiya on these things.

“We’re both bored, aren’t we? I can think of a thing or two we could do to make the time go by faster.”

And that’s when you got it. Sex. He wanted sex in the middle of a game. This wasn’t the Chishiya you knew back at the Beach - that Chishiya would never have been willing to be vulnerable at all, much less during a game.

“What, am I that addicting?” you joked, snaking your arms around the back of his neck. It wasn’t like you were about to complain over or resist his offer. If you spent one more round doing nothing you might actually have died from boredom.

“Very much so,” he admitted, his own hands finding their way to your waist.

It felt good knowing you were wanted - and by Chishiya of all people. Feeling a rush of confidence, you initiated the first kiss, pressing your lips against his firmly. As expected, Chishiya immediately reciprocated, gently leading you towards the wall and pushing you up against it without breaking contact with your sweet lips.

When Chishiya’s hand left your waist to sneak under the waistline of your pants, his mind occupied with lewd thoughts of what was to come, you took the opportunity to switch the position around, taking him by surprise as you pivoted and pushed him forcefully against the cold wall.

The look on his face was priceless, but you didn’t have time to bask in the rays of satisfaction you felt. Instead, you dropped to your knees and placed both hands on his thighs, making sure to look at him up through your eyelashes.

Without hesitation, you hooked your fingers under his sweatpants and pulled them down, revealing his half hard dick. You broke eye contact to gaze at his length, examining the thing that made you feel pure bliss the night before. The thoughts of last night’s encounter made your mouth salivate, causing you to gulp down the excess saliva.

You must have been staring for a while, completely absorbed in the memories, and fully disconnected from reality, because you suddenly felt Chishiya’s hand grabbing yours, gently guiding your fingers around his half-erect dick. You understood what that meant, immediately going to work on making him harder, gliding your hand up and down his entire length, watching as it grew and grew.

Once you noticed small droplets of pre-cum oozing from the tip, you placed your flattened tongue at the base of his dick before sliding it up all the way. Not having expected the sudden change of sensation, Chishiya shuddered and gasped in one breath, his hand moving into your hair.

You flicked your tongue over the sensitive head, enjoying the way his hardness twitched each time the slightly rough yet at the same time soft tissue of your tongue brushed over the tip. Satisfied with the reaction this got you - and feeling as if you had made him wait long enough already - you opened your mouth just wide enough to take him in his entirety, letting his dick fill up your throat as you took him down to the root.

“Fuck,” you faintly heard Chishiya mutter, your other senses almost completely dulled by the feeling of Chishiya’s length occupying your esophagus.

As Chishiya adjusted to the warmth and tightness of your throat, his fingers entangled in your hair. He pulled on it ever so slightly, silently begging you to fuck him with your mouth. And you did, diligently bobbing your head up and down, savouring the feel and taste of him with each movement.

Just as you felt like you had gotten into a good rhythm, Chishiya pulled your head away from his body, your mouth leaving him with a wet, pop sound. He shuddered slightly at the cold air which had so suddenly hit his now wet skin before he pulled his pants back up.

He noticed your confused eyes, but instead of speaking he pulled you up on your feet and guided you towards what you could only imagine was the prison cell’s bed. The bed (if you could even call the cold metal slap that hopefully once had held a mattress a bed) wasn’t exactly comfortable, but neither was the shitty two-man tent in which you two last shared a moment. At least you had more space now than you did last night, opening up for more possibilities.

With a small push, Chishiya got you seated on the metal before kneeling down on the floor in front of you, swiftly pulling off your pants and underpants and seating himself between your legs. The coldness from the metal now directly against your bare buttocks didn’t exactly feel nice, but luckily for you it didn’t take long before he hiked both of his arms underneath your thighs and lifted your lower body up against his face, so you were doing a shoulder stand.

Wasting no time, he immediately plunged his tongue into the depth of your core, licking up your arousal as if he had been wandering around a desert for days with no water. Your sounds went from confusion caused by the awkward position to deep pleasure in record time, your moans being harder and harder to suppress when he finally flicked his tongue over your so far heavily neglected clit. He hummed and growled as he indulged in your taste, the vibrations from his mouth only furthering your arousal and excitement.

His tongue was working overtime, alternating between circling your love button and pushing deep inside of you. You were so zoned out from reality, entering an almost trance-like state brought on by his tongue, that you barely noticed his hand moving down your body, sliding underneath your shirt until it reached your breast. There, Chishiya snaked around your bra and began massaging your boob, occasionally putting extra focus on your sensitive nipple.

Despite the objectively rather awkward and uncomfortable position, you soon enough felt a cascade of pleasure engulf your entire being as Chishiya’s mouth helped you reach your climax. Chishiya didn’t stop - instead he continued to flick his tongue around your most sensitive area, accompanying you through every last pulsation your core made. Once your hand-muffled moans had turned into soft whimpers, he put you down and wiped his mouth with his arm.

Now that you were fully horizontal again, you began feeling the aches in your neck. Perhaps doing a shoulder stand for God knows how long, on a metal bed, was not the best choice. Chishiya too looked as if he was internally questioning his decision to eat you out like that, but he wasn’t a quitter. Not wanting to waste even a second more than he had to, he stood back up and pulled down his sweatpants, his hard length slapping against his stomach once freed.

His dick didn’t even need extra attention before he was set to go. It was so perfectly ready for you; hard, red, throbbing, with a bead of precum adorning the tip. It was almost beautiful - well as beautiful as a dick can be. You didn’t get to admire it for long before he climbed on top of you, pushing your body further down on the metal bed and immediately entering you once on top of you.

With his dick buried so deep inside of you that it almost felt like he was piercing through to your stomach, Chishiya began thrusting in and out of you, his tip forcefully slamming against your cervix each time. You were well aware that you were supposed to be quiet and yet you couldn’t help the moans and whimpers that left your lips. Chishiya quickly covered your mouth with his hand, shusshing into your ear through his own low groans.

Your hands found their way around Chishiya’s torso, gripping tightly onto the soft fabric of his hoodie. Had he not been wearing said hoodie your nails would have painfully been digging into his skin, leaving marks for hours to come. Luckily for his back that was not the case and he barely even noticed how tightly you were clinging onto him.

“I’m gonna-” you began saying into his hand, your words muffled. To everyone else, the sounds would have been unintelligible, but Chishiya knew exactly what you were trying to say.

“Come,” he demanded, growling the command into your ear.

Your mind completely blanked after that, your body only able to feel the immense pleasure that was flowing through every fibre of your being, raising every little hair on your arms and igniting nerves you didn’t know existed. The intense pulsation from your core caused Chishiya to finish soon after, his dick rhythmically spouting his seed deep inside of you.

You both rode out your high together, Chishiya eventually collapsing down on you, grounding you further down on the hard, metal bed. The only sound audible in the room was that of heavy breathing. That was until Chishiya suddenly stood up and redressed his lower half. You raised your eyebrows at his promptness, something that he noticed.

“We can’t stay in here all day. We have a game to play,” he said. Perhaps you were imagining it, but you swore you could see the faintest satisfied smirk on his lips.

You had no reply, but instead followed suit and put you pants back on. As you stood up you felt the sensation of Chishiya’s seed slowly seeping out of you, but you tried to ignore it. It wasn’t like there were tissues laying around to help with that right now.

The silence in the room was thick, a contrast to the sounds of pleasure that only a few minutes prior had faintly echoed around the bare room. That was, until you bravely decided to ask the question that had been on your mind since last night.

“So, what are we?” you asked, trying to sound more confident than you were. He, of course, saw right through you. He always did.

“I don’t know, what are we?” he repeated like a parrot, avoiding answering the question. You knew it was because he loved toying you around. Perhaps you liked being toyed with too, but that felt more like something you should discuss with a therapist than with Chishiya.

“No no no, I asked you first.”

He didn’t reply. Of course he didn’t, that would have been too easy of him. Instead, he opened the cell door again and gestured towards the hallway outside.

“We have a game to finish.”

And that was that. You knew you wouldn’t get a better answer out of him - not today at least - so you followed his lead, exiting the jail cell and pretending as if you hadn’t spent the last small hour with Chishiya rearranging your guts.

The following rounds were slowly getting more and more dramatic, with the other groups disbanding due to betrayals and a general sense of unease spreading through the prison. In that regard, you were quite lucky that you had Chishiya. Even more so when he eventually cracked the code and helped you both survive the game unarmed.

Together you silently walked back to the little camp that you had created and mutely crawled back into the tent. No words were spoken as you both laid flatly down on the mats next to each other. What was there to say? Bringing up the game would do nothing but remind you of the precarious situation you were in. Bringing up what happened during the game would require both of you to openly discuss feelings. Yeah, no. Silence was the right option. At least for tonight.

[PART FOUR HERE]

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mrsspringerslover · 2 years ago

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"YOU LIKE MY VOICE? IT TURN YOU ON"

Aran x hyper!reader

Warning: sex (obviously), bathroom sex, rough, spanking(light), slight!bratty!reader, not short reader(tall queens out here), not really a plot, (semi)public. Black!reader

Synopsis: teasing aran in a custom made jersey costume and he pulls you in the bathroom

Halloween was the best time of year for all these cute couples costumes, and it's an excuse to wear something provocative without getting judge. Which brings us to now, you've been planning this for two months now. Aran was doing so well with his basketball career that you thought about making something special for him.

"Hey bae so- uh there's this party coming up for halloween, can we pleasepleaseplease go?!" You really hoped he says yes because there hasn't been anything to do lately, "i don't know ma. I don't wanna go, but you can." You were about to cheer until you realized what he said. " 'Dont wanna go by myself pa i want you to go with me!" Aran was so laid back and hated being around anybody but his friends and family so when he says no he means it. "What i say mama? No stop asking." "Please ill do anything you want!! His eyebrows went up at that,

"Anything?"

When he agreed to go with you he didn't expect you to pick his costume either, although he didn't care. "Aran i got your costume!" When he turned around he didn't expect it to be his basketball jersey and shorts, "mama what the hell is this, and how you even get that it was in my locker." " This is your costume!" He didn't think you were serious. "Just wear it bae, you gon understand once you see mine," you whine and jumped around. He narrowed his eyes at you, "stop allat whining, y'know i hate that shit."

You walked in the closet when he went on his phone, and quickly changed into your costume. "Look aran look look!!" He looked up and his eyes got wider he had a smug grin on his face too, "you love daddy so much you got my name on your back huh?" He loved it, he loved you! " Yes daddy now get dressed so we can go!"

You arrived at the party and saw all your friends and you ran off with sasha, "wassup girl how are you damn bitch you look fine asf," you went to the kitchen and grabbed a red cup with liquor, "girl i got this custom made you like it?" " Hell yeah i need to do that with connie shiiii!" You were chatting with sasha and mikasa till all of a sudden you see a girl walk up to yo man all smiles and shit, "girl we finna go smoke you tryna- why you doing that face girl?" Mikasa said and that was till she followed your eyes and saw this girl talking to aran aka your boo.

What the fuck? Did she not see you two walk in together? She must be crazy.

"Girls hold up ill be right back this bitch got me fucked up." The girl were looking like damn she bout to get beat up. "Excuse me your in my way," the random girl looked back and looked you up and down, "girl can i help you?" She had the audacity to turn her lip up at you," yes actually like i said your in my way bitch." And when she didn't budge you shoved her out of the way and sat on aran's lap.

You saw her stumble in her heels you were satisfied. "Ma why you push her and on top of allat you cussing now? Uh un lets go," he abruptly stood up and grabbed you by the arm and took you to the bathroom. Once you got in the bathroom you could hear muffled music, "you cussing now?" "sorry pa didn't mean to i swear-" "aht i dont wanna hear nun of it strip and bend over," you hurried and did what he said so the situation didn't get worse. " You know the drill, don't you?" You were scared for your life, "n-no running, no pushing, and d-dont cum without permission."

"Mmph! M'sorry papa didn't mean to say it!" He smacked your ass cause now you were lying, "yes you did. You think ian hear you cussing with yall lil friends over there huh? Lie. Again." He pushed into you harder. I guess this is what you get because now this man is slutting you out, bent over his friend's sink. Please's and sorry's flew out of your mouth while he was deep in your guts, "oh my- too much too much! Daddy please can i cum!?" You heard one word that made your face drain of any color.

"No"

So you were forced to lay on the sink and take any punishment handed to you, while your knees buckled beneath you. "Mmm feels good ma?" He was taunting you now and you could hear it in his snarky voice, "too much- slow down please i said sorry daddy!" He heard you whimpering while your legs started to shake, he was about to say slow down and let you cum until you put your small weak hands on his lower stomach, "put your fucking hands down, what i say huh?" "Running or pushing but-" "nope this what happens when you dont listen pretty girl." "So so sorry daddy pleasepleaseplease gotta cum" now after countless minutes of begging after 45 minutes he finally gave in after seeing your tears stream down you pretty face, "go ahead pretty" you both came together and when he pulled out you fell to your knees with an exaggerated sigh from exhaustion.

Aran whipped you down and put your clothes back on and carried you out the bathroom and to the car, "you okay baby?" After fucking you up he had the audacity to ask if you were okay good. "Yess can we go home? 'm tired." He looked over and smirked, "yeah lets go home pretty"

AHH SO DOWN BAD FOR THIS MAN RIGHT HERE BABY

This for you mama @dilfl0v3rss

Also for people wondering this was one of the answers for the poll i did. tell me if you like. ony x connie x reader is next yall🌚🌚🤭🖤

#anime smuts #haikyuu #smut #aran smut #anime x black!reader smut #MRSSPRINGERLOVERR

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starcrossedreaders · 2 years ago

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I keep having this idea of a spy x family scenario with leon as loid and y/n as yor.

Author's note: He literally looks like Loid, I love this idea so much!

Warnings: None!

"You're telling me I need to have a family within a week?"

"I'm sure you can figure it out. Remember we put you on this job for a reason,"

"Yea yea. Condor one out." Leon threw his head back as he tried to think of a way to build a family within his small time lot of 7 days.

He could just lie and say his wife passed in a tragic accident. Although that would be super unethical. Who is Leon kidding, his whole job is unethical.

"So Sherry,"

"Yes Leon?" Sherry shook her head side to side as her feet kicked back and forth while coloring the piece of paper under her.

"How would like to have a mom?" Her head peaked up as she turned to face Leon.

"Like Claire?"

Leon chuckled a little bit, "Maybe not Claire." Although it was a good idea it was too risky, she was too involved in the world.

"hm What about Claire's friend Y/N! I think you two would be cute together,"

"Y/N huh?"

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

"Come on Y/N you know how charming Leon is. You guys would get along together so well,"

"I don't know Claire, I don't want to use him."

"You won't be using him if you go to the date I just set up for you guys,"

"YOU WHAT?"

"I'll text you the details, don't be late." Claire skipped off and out of the coffee shop leaving you alone.

"I can't believe her," Shaking your head you looked at your phone to read her text.

'6:30 on 31 E. Washington Dr. at that cute Italian restaurant! Have fun!

Leave it to Claire to set you up on a not so blind date with a very hot guy. You twist and jump around as you tried to zip up your dress. Heaving, you sat down to put on your shoes as you finally got the dress zipped.

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

"Alright Sherry, I'll be back before 9 be good for Chris!"

"Of course! Be safe."

Leon closed the door as he prayed he won't come home to a burned down house as he walked to the date Claire set up for him. As he entered the venue, he noticed a captivating figure across the room. Y/N, was an enigmatic woman with a reputation for her exceptional skills in cryptography and intelligence gathering. Your eyes met briefly, and a spark of intrigue flickered between them. Leon couldn't help but feel drawn to you.

Sitting across from you he puts his hand out, "Leon Kennedy,"

Your hand grabs his in a rather firm handshake that catches Leon a little of guard. "Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you."

The night went smoothly, there no was long periods of silence between you two as you guys ended up being the last ones in the restaurant before you were asked to leave. Leon had walked you home, giving you a kiss on your cheek and soft goodnight as he walked himself back home.

In the following days, Leon and you found yourselves crossing paths more frequently. Your encounters were brief, as both of you guys were cautious about revealing your true intentions with one another.

Your interactions soon become very frequent, weather that was running into each other at the grocery store or on the streets. Soon, this led into dating. Sherry and you got along wonderfully. It made you wish that this was your actual happy little family, but deep down you knew you were just covering your tracks for the things you have done.

Leon's and yours investigation eventually intertwined, as you discovered a sinister plot aimed at destabilizing global governments. An international syndicate, working in the shadows, sought to exploit sensitive information and gain control over powerful entities.

As you guys delved deeper in your relationship, your connection grew stronger. The trust you built became an unbreakable bond, an anchor in the dangerous world you guys both had inhabited without one another knowledge.

Eventually, you late nights at the office excuse was useless as you guys found each other in the same spot.

"Leon?"

"Y/N? What are you doing down here?"

"I should be asking you the same thing,"

"I-"

"We can talk about this later okay Leon? For now we have B.O.W.S to kill,"

"Right."

You guys had infiltrated a hidden lair, navigating through a maze of traps and enemies. You guys had worked together flawlessly, relying and using each others strengths to overcome whatever came your way.

When the mission ended successfully you guys had finally let it all out, letting your hearts speak as you confessed to one another.

"So you mean to tell me that you originally only dated me because you were trying not to look like an assassin,"

"Exactly right,"

"But yet, we were working on the same mission for two different people,"

"Seems like it,"

Leon could only shake his head, "Unbelievable,"

You stabbed your fork into your food as you brought it up to your mouth.

"But yet, you still want to date because you...love me?"

Placing your fork down you crossed your arms as you look at Leon. "What's so hard to understand, or do you just like hearing yourself talk?"

Leon clicked his tongue, "Tch, yea right. I'm just trying to make sense of it all, it's a lot to process,"

"I understand. If you don't want to continue our relationship after this I totally understand,"

"NO, no- it's not that,"

"Then what is it?"

"It's just....I'm afraid I'm going to get attached and then lose you..."

Your eyes soften as you listen to Leon pour his heart out to you. Reaching across the table you take his hand into yours as you look in his blue eyes.

"I promise you, you will not lose me not in a million years. You only live once Leon, don't let fear hold you back from living."

From there you guys pledged to support each other through future challenges, your love and trust serving as a beacon of hope in a world threatened by darkness.

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strxwberrysweetheart · 4 months ago

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𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒸𝓇ℴ𝓌𝒹 ℴ𝒻 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓊𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈

k. zoldyck x fem! reader

𝒮𝓎𝓃ℴ𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈! - On another adventure, the group is in over their heads when you are given the “role” of a lost princess, and Killua tells you his history with her to help you get into character.

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈! - Guilt and lying (oops), blatant copying of the plot of ‘Anastasia’ (sorry it’s just too good!), kind of cringe (reader is the lost princess) (wow who would’ve seen that coming!), doesn’t really have a solid ending (reader is left confused), unedited ☹️

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓇𝓈 𝒩ℴ𝓉ℯ! 🍓 - I am very obsessed with HxH and Anastasia right now, so why not combine!!! (Also please listen to ‘In A Crowd of Thousands’ while reading its so good)

Despite everything you have been through before, this is unsurprisingly the most insane thing you’ve ever done.

On a rickety train, your friends are all asleep around you. The dim lights would have lulled you to sleep in any other instance, but this time, you were far too anxious to even close your eyes. By dawn, you would be in a kingdom you’ve never seen before, putting on your best performance for a panel of individuals who will likely see right through you, trying to convince them, and the thousands of civilians who resided there that you were the long lost princess they’ve spent so much time looking for.

Even if they did believe you, no one would really win here. All you would do is give people you’ve never met false hope and comfort that the princess had come home. It was all just one huge lie, and for what? To get your hands on villains in hiding?

Your mind was racing, eyes focused on the strained floor of the aisle as the country-side scenery was slowly filled with more and more homes and other buildings.

“You okay?” You snapped out of it when an all-too-familiar voice whispered to you in the darkness. You jumped slightly, your attention breaking from the floor to Killua’s face, sitting right in front of you, his gaze trained on your nervous expression.

You shouldn’t have been surprised, of course he was awake. Blinking slightly, you shrunk under his gaze, shifting and you tried to craft the perfect response in your distracted mind.

Although you tried, you realized that you could say you were fine a million times over and he wouldn’t believe it, none of your friends would at this point.

“I just- I just don’t know if I’m ready for this.” You muttered, rubbing your tired eyes as exhaustion finally hit you like a truck, even though your body was too wired to fall asleep. Facts and pictures were tangled in your mind, all about the lost princess. What seemed like hundreds of faces floated in the back of your head, most likely permanently attached to names in your brain. You knew everything about this girl, you could point out her bedroom window from an outside view of the house, and name off the top of your head where her furniture lays in there. Why did you still feel so unprepared?

Killua squinted at you, like he was trying to glance at what was below the surface of your slightly sweaty skin. “Why? You know who she was and how she acted. More than any of the other wannabe-princesses tried to do.”

You weren’t surprised by his bluntness, you’ve gotten used to it by now, so used to it that you’ve started to enjoy his honesty. It was always needed against your sugar-coated smiles.

The search for the princess has been ongoing for years, ever since she went missing after the massacre of the rest of her family on a snowy evening when she was just a child. Many thought she was dead, but since her body was never found, there was no telling where she was, which was used as the subtle ray of hope that got dimmer and dimmer as years passed, especially with the introduction of wannabe-princesses pretending to be royal flesh and blood for whatever monetary gain they believed they would get from it.

Money makes the world go around, doesn’t it?

But then again, how were you better than any of these girls? You were doing the exact same thing, weren’t you? Going around and lying to vulnerable people for your own gain. It left a sick feeling in your stomach, but you couldn’t decipher if it was the immense guilt, or the connection you felt to the princess. The one you’ve felt for the long time.

“I know, it’s just- I don’t know if I can be like her. Sure I know her, but that’s not the same as being.” You explained quietly, the soft snores of the other three grounding you to reality. The sun was slowly rising, now peeking above the horizon with the faintest of glows, and Killua just watched as you sighed.

“Why?” He asked simply, and although you were never much of a hitter, you felt the distinct need to smack him upside his head. But, before the instinct reached your body, you squinted softly, thinking about the question.

You’ve felt a connection to the princess since you were a child, a small orphan taken in by the loveliest of lovely couples, who had always anted a child but could never have one. At the age of nine, you followed the news coverage of the search to find her. Homes and train cars in the area were searched from top to bottom, small girls matching her description were stopped and questioned. You found it all fascinating, but the thing you found most interesting were the dreams you had about her.

You had dreams of the night of the massacre, a grand ballroom, a bright, glittering blanket of snow covered in blood. They all began as the most exquisite dream, and ended in a grueling night terror. You woke up in a cold sweat after all of them, and, in all honesty, you would have forgotten about the dreams if they hadn’t resurfaced with your new adventure.

“I can’t be her because I’m not her,” You explained, trying to study the look on Killua’s face. It was the look which told you that you were an idiot. At this point, the look was so distinguished that you believed it was just for you, in moments you didn’t live up to what was expected of you as a “genius”.

You weren’t actually a genius, you’ve just had a nearly-perfect memory since you were small. Sometimes you could even vividly remember the day your now-parents picked you up off of the streets. You remember being cold and hungry, but in all honesty you can’t recall how you got into the state, or where your birth parents were. Perhaps you never knew them.

“Well, you could act that Gon, but that doesn’t mean you are Gon.” You continued, desperately trying to get that look off of his face. It made him look like an old, irritated professor searching for a wildly impossible answer he just made up in his mind. You would have told him this, but a certain knot in your throat stopped you for an unknown reason. Now, you just ed stared at each other, and waited.

“You don’t have to be her, you just have to be enough like her to convince everyone you are.” His explanation was lackluster at best and redundant at worst, and the stress mixed with the irritation he was causing made your eye twitch only slightly, and that slight movement in your body made Killua jump upright. You scoffed into a fit of giggles, only stopping when he spoke again.

“Geez, are you actually that worried?” He blinked a few times, as if he was actually bewildered at the fact that you were anxious, like he hasn’t seen it a million times before. You just looked down at your lap, swiping your sweaty palms against the fabric of your pants. You could feel his eyes on you, heavy as rocks on your shoulders and not attempting to hide their weight.

“I met her, y’know? Before it happened.” He spoke quietly, and the sound of his words made your head shoot up. He, of course, didn’t need to explain what ‘it’ was, everyone knew what ‘it’ meant. The night the king, his wife, and all but one of his children were murdered in their very own castle. The princess was the only one to get away, well, people assume she got away.

“You did? When?” You shot back, leaning forward in your seat. When did Killua Zoldyck have the chance to meet a princess? Didn’t he spend the majority of his childhood on a mountain? Well, considering his father left him at Heavens Arena for months when he was a little boy, anything could happen.

“When I was like, six,” He leaned his head into his palm, almost looking bored, a complete contrast to his friend across from him, leaning as far forward in her chair possible before she fell to the ground. Knowing her, he wouldn’t be surprised if she did fall. “My dad went on a mission in town a couple months before it happened, and he brought be along. He was protecting the royal family, actually.”

He could see it now, the crowded streets, seeming even more busy because of how small he was. The sun was high and blinding in the sky, beating down on him in sweltering heat. He didn’t mind though, he’d been through worse, and his father even worse, who didn’t even sweat as he pushed through the crowd.

“There was a parade that day, that’s why he was there, to follow their car and make sure nothing could hurt them.” Killua explained, although the sentence seemed silly, knowing that happened to them in the winter of that very same year. He remembers listening in on his fathers phone call after it happened, the usual stoic look on his face, with something strange, a gleam in his eye he couldn’t place at the time, although now he knows it was something comparable to sadness, or even disappointment.

“There must have been like, a thousand people there lining the streets. It was super loud, and hard to see, but I somehow got to see the car.” He explained, remembering how he had looked through the cracks in people’s legs, watching as an elegant, expensive car rolled by, the family sitting within it. They all smiled softly, waving to the people of their town, and then he saw her.

“Was the princess there?” Your excited voice cut him off, and he scowled in irritation. “I was getting to that!” The yelling was instinctive, but caused the two of them to freeze as they turned to look towards their friends, still sleeping. “Sorry.” You muttered, shifting in your seat, a contagious grin on your face.

“She was there, right next to her mom. I think she was my age, but she sat so… straight. Like proper, y’know. She was really royalty, and she was proud, her older siblings acted more childish that she did.” Killua recalled, a small red flush creeping onto his face, and before you could gawk over his simple blush, he continued to tell his story.

“I- I stared at her, and everyone was cheering so loud but I just…stared.” You almost cooed, but decided not to because Killua was the type to absolutely keep vital information from you if you annoyed him enough. It was sort of sweet, you could never imagine Killua having a crush on anyone, even as a kid, you found it adorable.

He continued, “Then I started running, and I called out her name. Everyone was going crazy but I pushed through them to the side of the street. I could already tell my dad was pissed, even though he hadn’t called for me yet, but I don’t think I even cared. I even snuck through the guard, only for a second, and I went up to the car and reached for her…” He paused, and you almost fell out of you seat in anticipation. “and she smiled at me.”

You were astonished by the softness in his tone, a longing in his eyes that set your heart ablaze. You’ve never seen him like this before, even though you can’t deny that you’ve wanted to.

“Then I ran away, before the guards could catch me, and the parade went on as usual.” He then shrugged, the look in his eyes vanishing before your own as quick as it came, and you found yourself wanting it back.

“That’s sweet.” You smiled, your heart touched by his subtle gentleness, and his face turned red again, this time with embarrassment. He looked away in true Killua fashion and you were surprised when the burning feeling in your chest did not go away. “I saw the girl one time! It’s not like we were married!” He hissed again, watching his volume this time, but you just smiled like you usually did, and he had to fight really hard to not look at your face.

“Sorry.” You giggled again, and he was going to tell you to quit apologizing, but he stopped himself, getting his pounding heart under control before speaking again.

“You could make it a part of your story, if you wanted to.” He mumbled, still looking away, watching as the sunrise layered the sky with various blues and pinks and shades of orange, as bright and welcoming as a girl he once sort of knew, and a girl he knows now.

You saw yourself in that parade, sitting in an expensive open-roofed car with your family. You could nearly feel the heat scorching your skin, the pain of the sun blinding you. The crowd whooped and hollered as you passed, waving flags and tossing flowers, you could feel the press of your mother against your side, her fingers brushing your slightly frizzy hair. It felt real.

“A parade…” You muttered to yourself, catching Killua’s attention, he glanced at you, listening. “There weren’t any clouds in the sky, and it was burning hot. Everyone cheered for us, they lined the streets in rows.” You almost found yourself choking up talking about it, your stomach aching as you saw them all around you.

“It was a crowd of thousands,” You continued, “And I’d never seen so many people in my life.” Somehow, finding the princess in your mind seemed easier, and you were relieved, her voice itching at you as you retold her story. “This boy caught my eye in the crowd, he was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. He was… thin and kind of scary.” You chuckled to yourself at Killua’s expression, silently offended but not saying anything still.

“He started running, pushing through the crowd and calling out my name. He even made it through the guards, and I tried not to smile, I knew I shouldn’t, but I smiled.” In the heat of the moment, the scene of a mini Killua reaching for you, you saw something else. You knew it wasn’t part of his story but you couldn’t deny it, it was there, in your mind, and it just felt so right, like it belonged there. Like it was real.

“And then…he bowed.” You muttered, curious eyes reaching Killua as he turned to you, eyes widened, bewildered.

“I didn’t tell you that!” He sounded astounded, almost offended, like you reached into his mind and stole a part of the story as he sat up. You were just as surprised as him, the image much clearer in your mind, the feeling of a mothers fingers in your hair, the sound of the parade, the heat of the sun, the smile invading your face. It all felt real…because it was. It was your story. But how in the world was that possible?

“You didn’t have to… I- I remember?” The statement was almost a question, mostly because you had no idea how you would have a memory of a royal parade you never attended.

“How? Oh my god…” Your eyes were wide and puzzled, trying to piece together the memories flooding your mind, playing in a garden you’ve never been to, awing at sights you’ve never seen, smiling at boys you wouldn’t meet for another six years.

You thought of your dreams, the bloodshed and carnage in the tranquility of a silent winter night, a ballroom dimmed in it’s emptiness. You remember running, and then you remember nothing at all, not until you were that new girl, the cold and hungry one taken in by the most empathetic of hearts.

You weren’t. You couldn’t be, right?

Killua looked at you, his eyes the same as your own, he was almost studying you, sifting through the glimmer in your eyes and the way your hair laid. He didn’t believe this, did he? You hoped he didn’t because even though you wanted to be, you were not that princess he has remembered for all these years, you couldn’t be!

But it was all there, stored in your head. Your mind has never lied to you before, so how could it now. The thumping of your heart was uninvited, and so was the excess sweat coating your palms as you tried to work through this. You didn’t notice the clock striking seven until the train came to an abrupt stop in the station.

You heard people getting out of their seats, and your friends stirred. You looked at Killua for any sort of answer, as if he could give you one you didn’t already know. As you gazed, you noticed his eyes were softened, he was sure of himself, an expression of pure confidence on his face.

“I guess it’s time, your Highness.” He stood, kicking Gon’s shin lightly before walking out of the train car, telling him he needed to stretch his legs. As Gon woke the others, you stood up, a swirling feeling in your stomach that couldn’t be ignored. Could you be her? Are you her? Killua certainly seems to think so.

In your own little world, you missed Killua’s eyes on you, trained on you mannerisms. On his face was what could possibly be called a smile, although there was only a hint of it. He had sworn to himself, all those years ago, that even in a crowd of thousands, he would find you again. Well, that crowd of thousands then spanned to crowd of millions, but you were here. He found you.

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maarrgarr · 2 years ago

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The Unknown Heir.

masterlist of the Unknown Heir.

Gojo Satoru x fem! reader.

Synopsis: The reader returns after being gone for two years and leaving her boyfriend, Satoru, without giving him a reason. But now she doesn't come back alone.

Warning: English is not my first language, possible grammatical and spelling mistakes, some plot changes.

Gojo Satoru could never put into words what he felt that morning. The morning where you were not by his side.

When he woke up he expected to find the image of every day: you sleeping on him or with his arm around your waist. But it wasn't like that.

You had always been like a hibernating bear, you loved to sleep and rarely woke up easily. Very different from Satoru, who could wake up at the slightest sound. It was normal for him to be the first to wake up. But, the fact that you woke up first was not what surprised him the most, but that your side of the bed was cold, as if you had woken up a long time ago.

He decided to ignore those things, even though he had a strange feeling. He got up and stretched yawning, put on a white t-shirt and left the room. He went to the kitchen-dining room expecting to find you there, but he didn't. He thought maybe you were in the bathroom, but when he looked there he realized no one was there. He decided to go to Megumi and Tsumiki's room, he slowly opened the door as surely the children were sleeping and they were, but he didn't find you there either. He couldn't find you anywhere in the house, which worried him. If you had gone out to buy something or do something like that, you surely would have woken him up.

He went to the bedroom, grabbed his cell phone and called you, but soon he heard your cell phone ringing near him, you had left your cell phone there. But there was something else he also noticed, the room was a bit emptier, your things were no longer in the room.

He quickly called Shoko, maybe you were with her or maybe she knew where you were. "What's up Gojo?" Ieiri's voice came from the other side, "Hi Ieiri, I called you to ask if Y/n is with you or if you know where she is?, because I woke up and she wasn't home" he asked her. Shoko could tell from his tone of voice that he sounded a bit worried, she avoided sighing, it hurt her to lie to him but she had promised you that she wouldn't tell him anything. "She's not here and I don't know where she is either, she didn't tell me anything, she didn't leave you any message or note?" She knew you had left her a note on the table, "I didn't see anything, I'll take a closer look" and without another word, Gojo cut the call.

He went back to the kitchen-dining room and that's when he found a note that said, "I'm gone, don't look for me." It was your handwriting. What did you mean, you were gone and he won't look for you? Satoru didn't understand anything.

An idea crossed his mind, but it was impossible. You wouldn't leave him, not like that. Not without saying anything. No, no, there was something else.

He felt footsteps approaching, it was Megumi. Her hedgehog hair was tousled and she was rubbing one eye with the fist of her hand. "Good morning Megumi," the boy only let out a sleepy groan in response. Megumi's dark blue eyes roamed the room and then settled on Gojo, "Where's Y/n?" he asks her Satoru unconsciously crumpled the note with his right hand, "She was called away on a mission" he lied.

Although Gojo did not rule out that you may have been called for a mission, you left in a hurry and that's why you forgot your phone.

"And when will she be back?" Tsumiki asked in a raspy voice since she had just woken up. "She'll probably be back soon" Satoru replied, but something inside him told him it wasn't going to be like that.

Weeks passed and you didn't come back. Satoru had talked to the bigwigs to find out if you had been sent on any important mission, but they denied it, no one had sent you on any mission.

The thought that your clan had done something to you also crossed his mind and prompted him to go to the Mochizuki house. Satoru knew all the pain they had put you through and that's why he hated them, so he didn't mind destroying a few things in the residence when he got there. "So she left you" was what your father told him, "She didn't leave me, I'm sure you did something to her" Gojo replied, but he really wasn't sure. "Well, sorry to disappoint you Gojo, but we didn't do anything to her" a silence filled them both. If anything made your father famous, besides the great power he possessed, it was that he never told lies. "My daughter is someone you will never get to know, you may think she is incapable of leaving you, but in reality she is quite capable of doing so."

Satoru refused to believe that, he had known you for years and knew you were not like that.

He left the Mochizuki clan house dismissing the idea that they had done something to you. But with a bitter feeling inside him. If you weren't sent on a mission, and your family didn't do anything to make you disappear like that either. Why did you leave from one day to the next? Why did you leave Megumi and Tsumiki?, who every day asked when you were coming back.

Why did you leave him?

Satoru missed you. He missed going to sleep while holding you in his arms. He missed waking up, being able to watch you sleep peacefully and then wake you up with kisses. He missed touching your body, he missed your moans of pleasure and he missed the pleasure that only you could make him feel. He missed watching you play with Megumi and Tsumiki. He missed imagining the two of you having a child. He missed imagining a future with you. He missed being happy by your side.

For all the days that followed after you left, Satoru wondered if he had done something wrong, if he had done something wrong, if he had done something to upset you.

His memory ran through the weeks before you left. He had noticed you strange, but thought it was because of Geto's betrayal.

Is that why you left, because of Geto's betrayal? Satoru knew you loved Suguru very much, but was that why you left him? Although he didn't show it so much, he was also hurt by his best friend's betrayal. And yet, he never thought of leaving you. What's more, he thought you were going to face this loss together. Apparently you didn't think so.

Fushiguro Megumi was quicker than his sister to realize that something wasn't right. Perhaps because he adored you, although he didn't show it as much, but he felt that you were the only one who understood.

It had been almost half a year since you left, when one day Gojo and Megumi were alone at home. The hedgehog-haired one looked at his guardian, "You look really bad" he said sincerely. Although Satoru physically looked like he always did, someone who lived with him every day could tell that Gojo no longer had all his sparkle.

Satoru looked at the boy, "Thank you Megumi," he thanked sarcastically. Silence returned between the two, but Fushiguru broke it, "Y/n didn't go on a mission, did she?" the boy already knew the answer. "No," Satoru said. "Did you two fight?" Megumi asked, "No" Gojo answered again. "Did you do something that upset her?", "No", "Sure? Maybe you played some of your practical jokes on her" the boy suggested, "I'm sure I didn't do anything to her" Gojo replied with a bit of annoyance. "Then why did she leave?" Megumi asked, "I have no fucking idea, Megumi!" that was the only time Gojo raised his voice to Megumi, "She left overnight, but I don't know why."

It's been over a year since you left and Gojo avoided thinking about you. But in the sleepless, lonely nights he always wondered, Where were you, how were you?. He no longer wondered why you had left him, he came to the conclusion that he could never find out unless you told him. He just hoped that wherever you were, you were okay.

There was a part of him that had tried to forget you, that had tried to hate you. But he couldn't do it, it had been almost two years and he could never stop loving you.

And now, when he could live with your absence, you reappeared. As soon as he saw you on that bridge, he felt the desire to ask you why you were gone come over him, but instead, his pride spoke for him.

And finding out that you had had a son only destroyed him more. Had you so easily forgotten about him? You said it yourself: You were over him. You no longer loved him.

All this time it was his pride and his mind that treated you badly, that told you all those lies, that pretended he was over you.

Because if it was Satoru's heart talking, he would have already knelt before you and begged you to tell him why you left, what he had done wrong. And no matter what you answer. It doesn't matter if you already have a child. Regardless of whether you no longer loved him.

Satoru Gojo's heart could only say how much he loved you and how much he had missed you.

He could never say he hated you.

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eilaafterhours · 14 days ago

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Acts of Passion [Caleb]

Content: Self-Indulgent, Brown-Skinned Reader, Brown-Eyed Reader, Established Relationship, Sexual Humor, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Body Worship, Rough Sex, Banter, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: She/Her (AFAB)

Note: I see Caleb within the childhood friend trope. Anything outside of that makes me uncomfortable, so I won’t be engaging with it in any sort of way.

Continuation of: Acts of Service [Caleb]

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This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

Today is your one-month anniversary. Usually, you aren’t one to care about the month-to-month anniversaries, but this one (despite being the first) is very special. And yet, on Springfresh Day, here you are, laying in bed with Caleb, doing absolutely nothing.

Until now that is.

“Hey, you sleepin’?” You ask him.

“Nah, what is it, pips?”

Good.

You sit up then hoist yourself up on his lap. He immediately sucks in a breath as his hands find your waist.

“W-what are you doing?”

You smile, cupping his face. “Remember when I said that ‘I got you next time’?”

His face twitches, the grip on you tightens, and you feel his legs tense. “Yeah…why?”

“Are you ready for it?”

Although he looks cautious, he nods.

Your lips curl into a Cheshire grin. “I can’t hear you~”

His lips flatten for a moment before he gently removes your hands, and sits up.

“Honestly…I don’t think I’m worthy of…this. I could go this whole relationship without it and be fine, but…” He pauses, “...if you really wanna do it with someone like me then—”

You cut him off. “Caleb, you’re my first and last. My one and only.” You flick his forehead then kiss the spot. “Also lie again, I’ve felt your stiffies plenty of times before. Your hand wouldn’t be enough in like a month.”

He gives you a surprised look as his face flushes, but he doesn’t stay surprised for long. “Okay, sure—you’re right. So, you gotta help me.”

You lean in, brushing yourself against him. “My pleasure, captain.”

And yet, you can’t really say how you got where you're currently at.

“Fuck…”

Your plan was to take the reins. You no longer had the reins. You don’t know how you lost the reins. This man got one taste of you, and something in him snapped. He flipped you onto your back and ravaged you.

Well…ravaged isn’t the right word since he still was devouring you.

Currently, he had you fully nude, legs over his board shoulders as his Evol supported your back. Your back which was already covered in his seed. You thought he’d be embarrassed that he came so quickly, but he just kept eating. Eating like it was his final meal, partaking in the forbidden fruit that was you.

“Fuck…you’re so fucking wet. All for me…” His words play against your glistening folds, pulling a lewd song from its lips.

You’re squeezing your eyes shut, your chest is rising and falling rapidly, and your thoughts frazzling.

You want his fingers, you want to reach the other side of the horizon, but he is seemingly making it is mission to make you come by his mouth.

God, you were so fucking close.

As if he could rad your thoughts, he pulls back, and that building pressure tumbles back down to a low simmer.

“This pussy loves me—was made for, right?” He sighs lovingly as he pulls your folds open, watching it pulse around nothing.

You both groan. You, because you find his words sexy as fuck. And you are sure his groan is because he is losing his internal battle on not pounding into the mattress.

Well, that’s no good. When you were on top of him earlier, you felt him. Now that you knew how thick and long he was, you knew he’d fill you up good as fuck.

He just needs a little push.

And yet again, you are the one who is pushed.

Your eyes pop open as he shoves three fingers into your cunt, and curls them against that spongy spot. Your orgasm washes over you so quickly that you can’t stop your legs from jerking, narrowly avoiding his head.

He finally wipes the slick from his chin, then gently removes your legs from him (they flop on the aside like jelly). He chuckles, and stands from his kneeled position. From there, he repositions you so that you are perpendicular to the bed. He gives you a quick peck on the lips before hosting your thighs in his large hands, and pushing them back toward you.

Your eyes widen. “Wait, wait—” But he was too pussy-drunk to be reasoned with at this point.

There was only one thing on his mind:

Feel the heat of your cunt. That fucking vice grip that’ll milk him of everything he’s got and more.

Taking only seconds to align, Caleb gave you a crooked grin before sliding embarrassingly easy into your sopping pussy.

And gods above, that was all it took.

“Caleb, Caleb, Caleb!” His name becomes the one word in your vocabulary.

“Yes, fuck! Yes! Milk me for everything I’ve fuckin’—fuck! Let me fill you—I’ll fill you so fuckin’ good…” He rambles, eyes rolled far back enough that for a moment you believed he’d actually rolled them all the way back.

You don’t have a chance to catch your breath before he leans more of his weight on you. His hips pistoning with reckless abandon, chasing some sort of high that hand him going at the mouth.

“You’ll let me fill you up, right? And another one after this? Fuck—I wanna see how it looks. Your cunt all flushed and puffy, but still wanting more even after I’ve got you leaking out my cum—Fuck! Fuck—Y’ll let me clean you up right, let me go done on you one last time?” At the end of that deprived man’s prayer, his gaze met yours.

And who were you to deny the poor man’s deepest desires?

You should have denied him.

“I should beat the shit outta your double fridge, big bodied ass. But here I am, stuck in bed because somebody got pussy-drunk!” You take smacking his thigh as consolation.

He laughs loudly. “When you decided to accept me, you decided to accept all of me.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah…don’t make me regret giving you this so early.”

“It’s actually a good thing you did it now because I’ve already been waiting for a long time.”

You stuck your tongue out at him before laying back down. You are annoyed that you’re sore, but you’re happy nonetheless.

But then—

“...did we use a condom?”

:) ion really got anything to say besides that I really like the banter lmao

WAIT NO

I AM A CALEB BUST-A-NUT TRUTHER

THAT MAN IS BUSTING BEFORE ANYTHING REALLY GOES DOWN

AND Y'ALL CAN'T SAY SHIT TO MEEEEEEEE

Edit:

Hello, I've responded to a comment on AO3, and I'd like to share the insanity with y'all.

If he's been experimented to the point that he's a super-human then do you think he has super-swimmers?

I'LL SEE MYSELF OUT

Masterlist | Bluesky

#eila ficlets #eila ficlets: love and deepspace #love and deepspace smut #lads smut #caleb x reader #lads caleb x reader

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thatonefatgumsimp · 6 months ago

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alr ykw

liveblogging my reaction to tadc episode 3, let's

Goooooooooo!!

So ready to get autistic over my blorbos /sillyyyy

under the cut for ease of scrolling past :p

"and Zooble turns straight" I CAN'T, I'M- 💀 NAHHHH BRO HAD TO HAVE KNOWN WTH HE WAS DOING WITH THAT ONE

"What do you, the viewers, think it is?" You scrunch into a tiny bunny ball and get short. Final answer.

THE WAY CAINE'S FREAKING EYES NO CLIP THROUGH HIS TEETH, I'M- 😭 CAINE WHY /lhsilly

AWEHHHH GHOSTLY 🥺

✨z o o b l e g o e s t o t h e r a p y✨ /sillyyyyyy

That's a cool bee, you're doing great sweetie (probably still listen to Zoob tho)

Pomni really said let me innnn LET ME INNNNNN!! /sillyyyyy

"I love that it's locked ):<" me-core

"Do not let the head out of your sight" OH SHI-

THE 2D ANIMATED EYES!!!!! /POS I'M GOIMG TO EXPLODE

AUGH THE EYES!! THE CREEPY EYES BEHIND THEM! POMNI! POMNI TURN AROUND!!! POMNI IT'S RIGHT BEHIND YPU POBNI!!!!!

"Any torment I inflict is 100% accidental!! Just like any good war criminal." LMAOOOOOOO, CAINE- I'M- YOU'RE KILLIBG ME HERE, BUDDY- literally iconic line frrr, he acknowledges his warcrimes. We love a self-aware king /sillyyy

"I'm trying my best to remember what you and my brain won't tell me!!" He's so real for that tho...ADHD gang rISE UP! /sillyyyyyy

"What…what you're saying is that…I could be bad at the only thing I'm good at…and…that'd be…" It's OK to have a mental breakdown, bud, let it all out. There there...

Caine existential crisis arc while Kinger and Pomni are going through the horrors™ smh…/sillyyy

"How's about we take his gun?" KINGER GUN ARC POG?????

"Looks like we've got two shots…let's make it count" What if Kinger with a gun kinda scares me a bit /lhsilly ...like, he sounds so calm and composed, it's...unnatural for him...kinda unsettling...fits with the spooky vibes of the ep tho

"Which is what I would be saying if it wasn't one of God's angels" WHAT. WHAT. WHAT???!! BI- WHAT?!????? THE FREAKING PLOT TWIST- I'M- My brain is melting

"And your bodies will be my only means of doing so" HOLD UP. WAIT A MINUTE! SOMETHIN AIN'T RIGHT-

"I HATE THIS STUPID ADVENTURE!!" real…✊😔 Honestly a fair reaction given the current situation...although mine woulda been worse I think-

Awehhhhh 🥺 girl's tea party ✨, so real for that actually

"You know how men are…always having the silliest priorities" "don't I know it" *turns to Jax tied up* I WOULD say 'free my boy, he's done nothing wrong', but we all know that's a lie, he's a war criminal just like his dad Caine /SILLYYYYYYYY

"I wonder how long that'll be" probably a while, Gangle…

"How could I not be in literal hell right now???!?" First digital hell, now this smh…/sillyyyyyy

FRICK! NOOOOO MY GIRL'S BEING POSSESSED!! NOOOOOOOOOO- POMNI-! 😭

"YOU GET OUT OF HER, YOU DAMN EVIL SOULS!" 🗣️🔥🔥 YOOOO HE SAID DAMN, THAT'S ALLOWED HERE??? LET MY BOY COOK!! 🔥🔥🔥

"HOW'S YOUR WIFE, KINGER?" THAT'S EEEEEEVIL D: WTH, BRO HE'S ALREADY DEALING WITH THAT BUZZ OFF-

O.O wait...the breath holding from the beginning of the ep…QUICK, POMNI, BECOME RGB KEYBOARD!! KINGER, BECOME FLASHLIGHT!

"Why have you been acting so different lately?" NO, CUZ THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYINGGGGGG /lh

NOOOOOO- CHECKMATES (idk their ship name, shhhhhhh edit: it previously said chessboard, changed BC of the socks iykyk) ANGST NOOOOOOO- GOOSE. GOOSE HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME- I'M- 😭

"She was funny, creative, really into entomology" STOPPPPP I'M CRYING, THE WAY HE TALKS SO LOVINGLY ABOUT HER, I'M- HOLD ON, I NEED A MOMENT…WAITWAOTWAITWAITWAIT- I'M-

…CHAT I NEED TO WRITE AND OR DRAW AND OR READ SOME CHECKMATES FLUFF, THIS IS KILLING ME /lhsilly

"I used to hate bugs, but…she somehow got me to like them" AWEHHHHHHH-! 🥺 GOOSE. GOOSE WHAT THE HECK, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY- /pos Chat, I'm melting into a puddle, help-

"But it's not. Not if you have people who care about you." I'M- GOOSE STOP 😭 SOBBING- I WAS PROMISED PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR, NOT THERAPY /sillyyyyyyyy

"In this world, the worst thing you can do is make people feel like they're not wanted or loved" OMG REAL!! 🗣️🔥🔥 ...and on that note, ily, moots and followers 🫶💖

"Maybe we can get through if we don't breathe!" CHAT. CHAT THEY FIGURED IT OUT!! KINGER, MY BOY!!!! YOU'RE SO SMART!!!!!!

AUGH KINGER GIVES SUCH DAD VIBES /POS I NEED A DAD-FRIEND LIKE THAT IN MY LIFE FRR-

OMG WAIT- KINGER HOLDING HIS BREATH IS THAT ONE MEME

THIS ONE-! QUICK, SOMEONE GO EDIT THAT!! /SILLYYYYY /NF

"Hey, Ragatha…I just wanna say…thanks for always being concerned about me" EXPLODING RN, CHAT- CERTIFIED BUTTONBLOSSOM MOMENT????? /SILLYYYY

"Did you remember to get my comedy mask?" "…F**K-!" KINGER SWORE??????? OMG???? REAL, LET HIM COOK- LET HIM COOOOOOOK!!

CAINE IN THERAPY LMAOOOOOOO REAL

"quick, pretend we weren't having a therapy session!" LMAOOOO?? CAINE IS SO SILLAYY-

"Wwwwwelcome back, my meowing milkmaids!!" "…don't ever call us that again." Lmaooooo Jax-

...

Screaming

Crying

Clawing at my cage

That was so good- I'm-

Hold on, chat, I'm going feral rn /sillyy

#tadc #tadc episode 3 #tadc spoilers

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mikuni14 · 11 months ago

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We Are - Ep 7

I liked the whole episode and watched it whole with the same interest, it's the first time for We Are 💖

I really liked that the series touched on two issues: creating false scenarios in your head, projecting your expectations onto others, and believing that you know how others feel instead of just asking them about it. I also liked that although this plan was technically a success 🤡 Toey was somehow "punished" for being dishonest and misleading Q.

I liked Q, who quickly confronted his jealousy with its source, I liked that he asked the right questions of both Chain and Toey, which came down to whether they were serious about each other, whether Toey was aware that someone is hitting on him, and can HE hit on him? Q first made sure he actually CAN do something about his relationship with Toey, very green flag. The haunted house scene was very good, from start to end. Q is such a man 💯 how fast he is, how he goes straight to the point, he doesn't play games, but he also gives Toey time to react, to say "no". I really liked the fact that Q didn't take offense for a long time and quickly got over himself. That he listened to Peem. What was also very cool was that while he was mad at Toey (rightfully so), he didn't make it all about himself when talking to Peem.

As always, the strongest point of the episode was ✨FRIENDSHIP✨. It's amazing how much they support each other (both in being stupid and in difficult, important moments), how they help each other, but also how natural they are with each other, how easy it is for them to spend time together, sleep together, but also, when necessary, they try to guide each other to the right path. I'm really happy that the show spends a lot of time showing them together doing ordinary, mundane things, I love details like Tan jumping on them in bed and Peem and Q having their legs raised defensively to push him away lol

Comedy effects, making exaggerated faces and gestures, sound effects - everything was very funny. Which is actually something, because it can be so irritating... But I loved it here!

Despite a lot of funny scenes, there were also a lot of surprisingly deep ones, with beautiful words, such as the conversation between Peem and Q, or the flashback of the conversation between Q and Toey.

Since QToey dominated this episode, less time was devoted to PhumPeem (and their scenes were very nice), ChainPun (who, I won't lie, I only noticed as a potential couple now), or TanFang (I love Tan, but to be honest, Fang is a character, which could be replaced by the cactus carried around by Tan, because he adds this much to the plot 😭).

Killer one liner:

So cool!

#we are the series #bl drama #thai bl

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kaikaidenkai · 2 months ago

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Stupid decisions get you in stupid situations. CH.2|| Trusted or not.

Stupid decisions get you in stupid situations… or in which [Name] gets themself in a stupid situation, getting hit by Truck-kun which was their own fault. They transported themself into the world of their favorite anime they’ve just finished watching the last episode on, Bungo Stray Dogs.

italics without “ = thoughts

italics with “” around it = spoken in japanese

BSD X G/N READER

—————————————————————————

It seems that you, [Name], was transported into Bungo Stray Dogs— or Japan in S1 EP5. Not too far long after Atsushi joined the ADA.

Right now though, everyone was cleaning up the Agency for except Ranpo, and Atsushi. Ranpo was interrogating you as Atsushi watched. But for of course, you can’t just go blabbering out everyone’s name now, they haven’t even told you yet.

“Who are you, and how did you get here?”

Ranpo asked as he sat on a desk, looking down at you, since you’ve upgraded your skills in Japanese.. you understood a few words and were able to figure out what they were saying.

“I’m- uh… I’m [Name] and I do not know how I got here.”

The man who questioned you nodded, bringing his fingers to his chin. While the other boy with white hair and a butchered hair cut waited patiently with a doubtful look on his face.

”I see.. I see.”

Ranpo said, nodding again.

”You’re lying.”

Atsushi interjected, speaking up.

”They appeared out of thin air, they look out of it as well.. I’m sure they’re not lying…”

Atsushi was sweating as he said that, Ranpo’s gaze on him.

“Hmph, I cant stay. I’ve got to head off to a job.”

Ranpo replied, looking away from Atsushi as he got off the desk.

”Oh, have you been called to assist with a new murder case?”

You remember watching the episode about the case and how the plot twist shocked you so hard it made you fall out of your bed..

As you didn’t pay attention to the conversation, just staring at something as you stayed seated on where you fell, Kunikida, the blonde man said something that caught your attention.

”Hey kid never mind the clean up here, you’re done. You need to go with Ranpo. And you, the one on the floor. You’re coming too. You three will travel by train.”

”Me..??”

Kunikida nodded.

Why you? They don’t even know you and you could be a threat to them.. Never mind, they’d beat your ass anyway if you tried something.

”Huh? Why are they coming too?”

”You need to keep a close eye on them, they appeared out of thin air in here and although they don’t seem like a threat, looks can be deceiving.”

Kunikida spoke to Atsushi right in front of you, Atsushi just nodded.

‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹

tiem skip

You were sat next to Atsushi on the train as Ranpo sat across. Ranpo was admiring a marble as Atsushi looked in your direction, seemingly deep in thought. Then, a blue transparent screen popped up.

•·················•·················•

STORY QUEST UNLOCKED!

Participate in “helping” Ranpo with Atsushi!

MAKE SURE TO NOT BE SUSPICIOUS AND/OR MAKE A WRONG MOVE..

• Setback in plot…

• 60+ Distrust with all ADA members…

REWARDS IF SUCCESSFUL…

• +10 Trust for Ranpo & Atsushi.

• +5 Trust for Kunikida and all other members you’ve met so far.

• +3 Trust for ?????

• +2 Skill points!

•+¥30,000

•·················•·················•

After you waved the screen off which was in front of the daydreaming Atsushi, he came back to his senses.

“Sorry, was I staring? Haha..”

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“You’re— You’re fine.”

You nod and he does too.

”So.. err.. Where are you from?”

”The air..”

You responded, making a joke since you came out of thin air and into the ADA. Atsushi sweatdropped and just nodded before you seriously answered.

”Oh, thats cool! Are you really sure you don’t know how you ended up in the ADA though..?”

”No.. I don’t.”

You shook your head, that was a complete lie but he nodded anyway, not pressing forward.

“Your name was [Name], right?”

And that was a start to a conversation that only ended when they got off the train..

A/n: how tf do i underline shit 😭😭😭 i copy n pasted this from my ao3 acuount bro

MASTERLIST

#bsd atsushi #bsd ranpo #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd #bungou stray dogs ranpo #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs #atsushi nakajima #ranpo edogawa

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notiddygothgf · 2 years ago

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𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍 !

synopsis: the one where you have the hots for your dealer, and Wakasa is always eager to please a customer. (don't let your boyfriend stop you from finding your husband.)

pairings: wakasa imaushi x f!reader, light takeomi x reader

content warning: smut, prn with some plot, car sex, cheating, oral sex, sneaky link, sexual tension, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, sex while high, consensual drug use, mentions of abuse, waka is a FREAK, MDNI

word count: 4.5k

authors note: shit is about to get real hehehe... comment suggestions on what yall wanna see in the next chapter (iykyk ;)) thank u all for the support!

YOU HAD BEEN AVOIDING HIS TEXTS for a week or so now. Actually, that was a lie. There was no “so”; you knew exactly how long you had been ignoring his texts. It had been a week and two days.

Waka

| i hope u got home safe doll

| gn

Delivered 1w ago

Waka

| hey u ok?

Delivered 1w ago

Waka

| call me when u get the chance

| i wanna talk to u

Delivered 2h ago

You stared blankly at the phone screen.

Takeomi strolled into the room. Setting his phone on the dresser next to a glass of whiskey left unfinished from last night along with a pack of cigarettes, he shrugged his coat onto the floor. You watched his chest heave as he sighed with relief. He slicked his hands back over his hair, laying down a few strays.

“You okay?” You asked. Normally you wouldn’t – you didn’t want to be the one that anger was directed towards, and Takeomi was like a ticking timebomb – but today was one of his good days. “You seem tense.”

You felt your own shoulders tense as his weary eyes met yours, cold and unreadable. To your surprise however, he answered.

“Shit day at work,” he sighed again. He approached the edge of the bed, and then took a seat. His hands began working at the first few buttons of his shirt. He glanced back at you. “You want to help me get my mind off of it?” he asked, clearly hinting at something more.

You didn’t want to. Not really. But, shit, the guilt from last week was eating you up inside. You figured it was the least you could do.

You clicked your phone off, ignoring the way the screen lit up for a brief moment as you went to flip it over. With a slight tilt of your head, you offered, “Come over here then.”

Takeomi grinned.

You felt your whole body jolt upward as he pressed into you. The weight of a fully grown man against your chest – squishing your sore breasts into your ribs in a way that was nothing short of agonizing – wasn’t one of your favorite feelings, to say the least. No, you weren’t a fan of that.

Nor were you a fan of the harsh and brutal pace he had set. His hips slapped your ass with a bruising fervor. He had your arms pinned around the pillow.

Sex with Takeomi wasn’t the same as it used to be. What used to be night after night of passion-filled movement, words of unadulterated praise soon became hard, bland sex, devoid of love or affection.

Takeomi’s hands gripped your hips with such force that you knew it would leave scars. He growled, “You like that, you whore?”

“Yeah,” You sighed. You didn’t, really, but you didn’t want him to know that. Instead, you kept your eyes trained on the ceiling. Anything to avoid eye contact. You feared the worst, although you weren’t sure what that entailed. Perhaps he could read your mind, peer into your soul from your eyes like tiny windows and see you in the backseat of a benz getting your guts rearranged by his least favorite cohort.

As his thrusts became more erratic, more harsh, you knew he was close. You weren’t.

His hands found your chin, forming a light grasp on your neck and then bringing your attention to him. Your vision was blurred a little as you fought back memories. Memories of a certain blond tearing you up from the inside, memories of lilac eyes peering deep into yours, pulling at the string of your resolve as he took you further and further away from your morals.

And when you glanced up, you swore you could see him for a moment. You swore that for a moment it was him hovering over you, sweat rolling down his tatted chest and arms while he drove into you.

That it was his strong arms braced on either side of you. Perhaps he would reach over to hold your hand.

“Such a good slut,” Your boyfriend purred – though it was sort of odd. It sounded like him, but when you glanced up at him once more you knew it wasn’t. His pretty face was dusted with a gentle, rosey hue – and, God, he smelled amazing. Wakasa licked his lips, glancing down at your exposed chest before staring at you with an almost feline hunger. He sighed, “You feel so good.”

You felt yourself begin to smile. It felt nice, actually. You fought the urge to say his name.

Quickly shaking your head, you tried to ground yourself. Focus, you said.

Takeomi groped your breast. “Shit, baby,” he groaned. “I’m gonna cum.”

You finally pulled together the strength to look at him. Throwing your arms around his neck, you braced yourself for impact.

Bzzzzzt-

Takeomi looked towards the nightstand. His phone was buzzing. Though the screen was flipped over, the faint blueish light reflected off its surface.

With an agitated sigh, he paused his movements, reaching over your naked body for the device. He lifted it up, checking the screen to see who had decided to call him at that particular moment in time.

Incoming Call: Wakasa Imaushi

You felt your heart sink.

Takeomi groaned, pulling out of you with enough sudden force to tear a gasp from your lungs. He sat up, raised the phone up to his ear, and then said – with all the kindness of a man who had just been interrupted mid-sex, “What do you want?”

You tried your best to hear his response, thought it sounded muffled. You could hardly hear him over the incessant beating of your nervous heart.

With a slight raise of his brow, your boyfriend shifted away from you. “Yeah, why?”

He spared you a sideways glance.

Shit, you thought. He knows. He knows.

“Yeah, I’ll be right over, give me like…” Here he trailed off. You tried to ignore the way his eyes befell your bare body. “Ten minutes.”

He hung up, and then he sighed. There was a brief silence – during which Takeomi slipped out of bed. He began reassembling his outfit. “I gotta go, toots,” he said.

“What happened?” You asked, sitting up. You tried to seem like you were concerned about him. In reality, you just wanted to make sure Wakasa hadn’t told him about the… business meeting the two of you had had.

Takeomi slid his jacket on over his wrinkled shirt, and for the hundredth time, he told you, “Work shit.”

You pursed your lips. You hated it when he said that shit.

Before you could pry more details out of him, he was on his way out. The door shut behind him with a loud thump.

You sighed. For the hundredth time, it seemed, but there was nothing else you could do. The cold air on your bare skin was a harsh reminder of your stance in your boyfriend’s life. He didn’t even care enough to stay behind and cover you up.

So you pulled his sheets over your own cold body, nestling into the pillows and relishing in the silence that followed the departure of your boyfriend. Extending a hand out towards the nightstand, you felt around blindly for the pack of cigarettes he had left behind. You reached for the lighter you knew he always kept in his bedside drawer with the other.

You considered, although very briefly, the possibility of running after your boyfriend. There was a slim chance that Wakasa was telling him all about your endeavor with him, of course. You figured that at this point, there was nothing more you could do to change the situation, so why bother?

Flipping open the red pack, you produced a slim cancer stick, rolling onto your back and then holding it with your teeth.

After the week you’d had, you could use a smoke.

The lighter clicked a few times before you were able to actually light up. The end of the cigarette sizzled as you pulled from it. The warmth blossomed across your cheeks and down your throat. You blew it out with a relieved sigh.

Before you could relish in the feeling for too long, you felt your phone going off beneath your head. You clamped your teeth down on the cig, digging around beneath the pillow until you produced the device.

The brightness was turned all the way up. You winced slightly before your eyes actually adjusted to the screen.

Incoming Call: Waka

And there it was again – that shitty, sinking feeling in your gut.

All of a sudden, you understood why your boyfriend had answered the phone so angrily. The appearance of his name on your screen had you shifting uncomfortably.

Should I?

No. Let’s not open that can of worms.

But no one’s around…

You glanced at the screen, biting your lower lip between your teeth.

Fuck it. You picked up on the last ring.

“Hey,” you said. God fucking dammit, why did that sound so casual?

You heard him rustling around on the other end of the call.

“Hey.”

You took another hit. Then you exhaled. “What just happened?”

He laughed. That devilish little laugh of his. “You’re inside, right?”

“Inside where?” You asked. In retrospect, you should have known better.

“ Take’s place,” he deadpanned, like that much should have been obvious.

You let the silence build up before you answered. “I… Yeah, uh… yeah, I’m inside.”

“Come outside,” he said. “I’m waiting for you.”

Then, rather stupidly, you felt yourself answer, “Okay.”

The silence was thick, palpable, and extremely uncomfortable. You sat in the passenger seat with your hands folded neatly in your lap. Right now, you were counting the stitches on some of the accents on the leather dashboard. You were at 23 so far, but realistically it could have been any number. You were just trying to keep your eyes down and away from the devil in the seat next to you.

You felt his gaze burning a hole into the back of your head before you heard him.

“We gonna talk about why you’ve been ignoring my calls?” He asked earnestly, but the domineering undertone had you squeezing your thighs together.

Stop that.

The faint aroma of his cologne was dizzying, notes of amber, fruit, and spice whipped together in one delightful elixir that had your head spinning a mile a minute. He smelled of nicotine. The way you had been thinking about him, he could have been made of it.

“Sorry,” was all you could muster up.

Wakasa stared out past the windshield, onto the street below, the same place he had picked you up the first time the two of you had hooked up. It looked different now in the middle of the day–

The first time?

You scolded yourself for thinking that way. First? There wouldn’t be a second.

“You had me worried, you know,” He sighed. His voice sounded different today. Maybe it’s because this was the first time you’d been this close to him while sober.

Close. You were suddenly hyper aware of that fact. The fact that his arm was braced on the same armrest that was pressing against yours. Face flushed, you averted your eyes.

A hand on your arm roused you from your reverie. Your eyes traced it back to Wakasa.

His eyes were soft and, under the afternoon lighting, seemed prettier than usual. Like windows peering into a field of lavender flowers. He’d opted to leave his hair in a ponytail today. The pretty locks hung over the back of his neck and cascaded down over the top of his broad shoulders.

He looked…

No.

You found your way back to the image of his hand on your arm again. “Did you tell him?”

You saw him shift out of the corner of your eye. “No,” he said.

You felt some of the weight be lifted from your shoulders. Not much, but some.

More silence.

“Look…” you trailed off. Your mouth felt remarkably dry all of a sudden. “This can’t happen again, okay? I’m not a cheater.”

The man next to you huffed out a little humorless laugh. “Yeah?” He asked, though there wasn’t a drop of sympathy in his voice. “Takes two to tango, doll.”

“It was a mistake,” You snapped back, perhaps a little louder than you’d originally anticipated.

Wakasa poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “Okay,” he said. “Well… can’t just pretend it never happened.”

“We can, actually,” came your quick retort. “And, ideally, we will.”

He sighed. You watched his grip tighten on the steering wheel ever-so-slightly.

Keeping your gaze trained out the window, you spoke again. “I’m telling you we can’t see each other again. Okay?”

For a moment, Wakasa looked like he wanted to say something, like he wanted to make you stay. Worst of all, you kind of wanted him to.

No.

Eventually, he answered. “You can pretend it never happened, but I’ll know,” he muttered. “You’ll know.”

“That’s for me to deal with,” You replied. There was another long, horribly awkward silence that spanned for a minute or two. You looked outside, at the evening sky, and then back at your lap. “Can you take me home now?”

He looked at you. With a quiet scoff, he said. “You sure, princess? Don’t have nothing else to say to me?”

You did.

You had so much to say to him. You wanted to reach out to him and tell him to leave you alone. You wanted him to beg you to stay. You wanted to part ways with him and never have to see his stupid, pretty face ever again.

You had all of these conflicting feelings all at once that had just been building up over the last week and a half, so many that your head felt full even thinking about them.

But then the reality of the situation hit you. Your feelings probably didn’t matter to him. You were a cheater, probably one of many easy hookups on his roster. This – all of this – was probably just him getting his sloppy seconds in.

You didn’t matter.

So, yes, you had a hundred thousand feelings you wanted to pour out to him in that moment, but none of them came out.

It was just a hookup, you reminded yourself. Who gives a fuck?

“No,” you affirmed. “I have nothing more to say to you.”

For a moment, it almost looked like he had an objection to make. He pressed his lips together in a thin line. “Alright,” he sighed, pressing the ignition button to start the car up again. “Then let’s get you home, doll.”

You didn’t want to go home. You wanted to stay right here with him and at least bask in the last few moments you had with him before your inevitable return to a dreary relationship with a dreary person. Call it stupidity, you didn’t care.

You felt different around him. Who knows? Maybe it was just an illusion.

But one more look back at your dealer – his shoulders tense, his eyes avoiding contact with yours as he shifted the car into drive – had you reconsidering.

It couldn’t have been your imagination.

. . .

You hated formal outings. Your boyfriend being part of a criminal organization was something you tried hard not to think about when it wasn’t necessary. You hated how Takeomi brought you around like some sort of trophy wife to show you off to all of his friends. He would make you take off of work, and then he would make you put on your nicest dress and spend 3 hours on your makeup to look “presentable”. It was all so incredibly fake. It made you crazy.

Tonight was one of those nights.

You twisted the golden bottom of your Revlon stick, pushing the tip of the lipstick up and revealing a deep, rich shade of red. Pressing the flat end of the tip to your bottom lip, you carefully lined your lips with the pretty hue. You pressed your lips together and spread it around.

Praying the limousine didn’t hit a speed bump, you touched up the area just above your lips.

Another week had passed since your confrontation with Wakasa. Under any other circumstance, you would have been worried about bumping into him, But if there was one thing you knew about Wakasa, it was that he hated attending formal events.

If Waka was in fact the notorious Wakasa of Takeomi’s drunken tales – the same Wakasa who you hadn’t met before in the entire six years you’d been with Takeomi for this reason – then hell itself would freeze over before he showed his face at a formal event.

Your boyfriend’s freshly shaven face revealed itself as you tilted the little compact mirror in your hand towards him. He looked as if he was about to say something, then he paused. He looked at your lips, and then up at your eyes. “Red?”

You nodded. After applying a second coat of the color and pressing your lips together once more, you asked, “You don’t like it?”

“No, I don’t,” he hummed. He looked handsome tonight, hair slicked back and a fresh-ironed dress left unbuttoned at the top. You didn’t bother voicing these thoughts, though, because you knew they wouldn’t be reciprocated. “Red is a whore’s color.”

Recapping the little tube of lipstick, you set it down on your dresser. If only he knew.

You gazed into your reflection in the mirror in your palm. Sitting in front you was a girl you hardly recognized. Her face was done up like a porcelain doll. A long black dress cupped her breasts and her waist, cascading down over her daintily crossed legs. Her hair was done up, slick, not a stray hair in sight.

She looked perfect.

The mirror reflected the image of your boyfriend bracing a hand on your shoulder. He leaned down to press his nose against your ear and then, like a strong reminder of your place in his world, he whispered, “Don’t let me catch you so much as looking twice at another man while we’re there.”

You were Takeomi’s girl. That’s all you would ever be.

“Okay,” You swallowed. Though his words were only cautionary, you understood the deeper implication.

The limousine rolled to a stop.

“We’re here,” Takeomi said. He shifted towards the door of the limousine, popping it open and then offering his hand to you. “Be on your best behavior.”

Reminding yourself that you would be okay, you allowed him to help you out of the limousine. The skirt of your evening gown fell over your clean shaven legs, just in time to protect you against the gust of cold wind that blew past.

Pulling a strand of hair away from your lips, you allowed Takeomi to hook his arm beneath yours. The two of you began crossing the street.

You knew what being on your best behavior entailed for Takeomi. It meant that you would be pretty, poised and quiet, not to speak unless spoken to. You would stay away from the men when he was not present and stick with the women.

That was your place in this world.

Wakasa wouldn’t be there tonight. There wasn’t a lick of doubt in your mind. But still, a little part of you hoped he would show. That he would come and sweep you off your feet again and give you another whirlwind night to remember.

Your heart belonged to Takeomi. That’s how it had to be. Yet it seemed these days it wasn’t his name that was being sung deep within it. It wasn’t the image of his jet-black hair or his deep eyes that peered into yours in your dreams; it was someone else’s.

And silently you cursed yourself for letting yourself get so hung up over a man who you had only seen a handful of times, even if that man had shown you more passion in one night than Takeomi had in the last two years of your relationship with him.

Takeomi stopped in front of a security guard. The man looked him up and down before bowing slightly and stepping to the side.

Takeomi pulled the door open for you, letting you step around him to get in first.

You silently nodded your thanks.

The building looked much bigger on the inside.

The clouded scent of perfume and liquor that hit your nose the moment you entered was damn near enough to knock you off of your feet. The door opened immediately to a large room – shrouded almost completely by darkness, save for the purple and pink neon lights which flickered and flashed to the beat of the music. The bass was loud enough to rattle your ribs.

Directly in front of you on an open dancefloor was a sea of drunken, grinding bodies. Bars and tables framed the open floor. There was a stage on the furthest wall from the door, directly across from where you were standing, where half-naked women slithered around metal poles. There was a door hidden inconspicuously in the wall next to it. In all honesty, the only reason you had even been able to tell it was there in the first place was because you saw a few dancers passing through.

You slid your fur coat off your shoulders, hanging it on the coat rack next to you. The dance orgy a few yards away from you may have generated enough heat to warm the entire room, but the gust of wind that blew in from behind against the bare skin revealed by your open-back dress sent shivers rising up and down your back anyway.

Takeomi slipped dutifully through the crowd, heading towards the nearest bar. You followed close behind. He stopped in front of a staircase off to the side of the place, someplace secluded and marked off with a sign that read “VIP ONLY”.

The two of you began your gradual ascent. You struggled to keep up with Takeomi, heels threatening to catch in the steps.

You followed Takeomi to a door. He brushed past it, letting it fall back against your shoulder.

Asshole, you thought. It would have been nice if he could have pretended to care.

This room was different. There was a provocative song blaring from the speakers. The small stage you were on danced with colors from the lights below. Your heart began to race. You always got nervous in big social settings like this, even if you had done it too many times to count before.

You were anxious.

It was a stupid sentiment, but as the adrenaline began to wear off, you finally processed what was about to happen. The VIP lounge spanned lengthwise in either direction. There was a long velour couch in the middle of the room facing a stage, where a group of five or six men sat. They were being flocked by female waitresses, and the ones who weren’t serving them drinks were entertaining them in conversation.

Takeomi approached the men with his back turned to you, greeting them with a grand smile.

You eyed up the couch. Swallowing thickly, you reminded yourself of what had been eating you away this whole time. He’s not here.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you followed after your boyfriend. You could do this. It was only for a few hours.

He’s not here you reminded yourself again as their faces came into sight.

But, still – almost as if you wanted to be wrong – your eyes scanned the men on the couch.

Thank god you did.

You glanced nervously between two more men, and landed on a familiar face you really were not expecting to see tonight.

His legs were spread open so casually, as if he had made himself quite comfortable on the couch. As if he knew you weren’t expecting to see him here. His sharp lilac eyes tailed your every move; intense, unwavering, aware.

Feeling the rhythm of the music thrumming in your veins, rattling your heart against your ribcage – or perhaps it was the sight of him that did that to you – you licked your lips.

The first one to greet you was Sano Shinichiro. You knew him well. He was the leader of this successful group, the one with the little brother in a wheelchair. He stood up and offered his hand to you. “Nice to see you again. You look lovely.”

Feeling yourself soften a bit at the compliment, you let him kiss your hand. His lips pecked the spot just short of your wrists – a respectful distance. “Hi, Shin.”

“Waka, you’ve met my girl, right?” The sound of your boyfriend’s tensed voice brought you back to his side. He smiled at Wakasa, hell, he even sounded friendly. But his energy was everything but.

Blonde-purple hair tied into a bun this time – half up and half down – he was a sight to behold. He donned a form-fitting white dress shirt, though the first few buttons were undone. It seemed to be intentional. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing sleeves of those intricate tattoos of his that spanned the length of both of his arms. He had a black suit jacket draped over his shoulders, and the slacks he had on fit him in all of the right places, just tight enough to illuminate his thighs and waist but still managing to fit loose enough over his frame for it to look casual. It was an effort for you to tear your eyes away from his pants.

Wakasa’s eyes glinted with something that made heat shoot down your core. He was looking at you as if you were the only one in the room, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t awaken something you had actively been trying to suppress for the last week. He looked so pretty today, though that seemed to be the case every time you saw him. Statuesque features were illuminated by the light above you, colors dancing across the man’s face. When his eyes settled on your made-up face, a devious smile graced his lips.

“We’ve met,” He had deadpanned, though his eyes were a dead giveaway. They seemed to drink you up with a hunger that bordered on animalistic.

“Pleasure to meet you again,” You feigned a smile, offering him your hand. It was for the sake of public appearance, of course, but you couldn’t deny the way you trembled as you reached for him.

He followed your movements, staying perfectly still like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike its prey.

He was here. Against all odds, with all of your luck, he was here.

He leaned closer towards you, gently taking your hand into his warm grasp – sending sparks flying up and down your body as he did so. Bringing it up to his face, he pressed a gentle kiss just above your knuckles. Even after the warmth of his lips left your skin his touch lingered over your fingers. “The pleasure is mine.”

Gracefully plopping down onto one portion of the cushioned couch, Takeomi gestured for you to take a seat next to him. Keeping your head down, you followed.

Behave, you reminded yourself.

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poisonvenomgutss · 4 months ago

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String Theory (2)

(gif is NOT mine. - see watermark)

"The String Theory suggests that we are all linked to those we love, regardless of physical distance or separation, by an intangible, yet powerful bond that is impossible to break."

Pairing - Dexter x Fem! OC

Plot - Dexter and Mary, although opposites in a lot of ways, find themselves almost tethered together. Regardless of the consequences, they are unable or unwilling to cut that string.

Trigger warnings - mental illness, talk of murder and I think that's it..?

a sense of calm and relief washes over Dexter as he drives home, nothing puts him in a better mood than a successful kill and now he gets to go home, spend a relaxing night with Mary and get a good night's sleep.

But when he opens the door to his apartment, his eyes find something that's quite the opposite of relaxing...His apartment looked like it had been ransacked, things thrown all over the place, his desk a mess of papers and the AC was missing the front panel.

Dexter's eyes widened as he came to the realization, the AC is missing the front panel.

she found his trophies.

This was worst case scenario, the woman he loved, finding out the truth about him. His mind raced as he thought of what she could possibly know, and if she had called the cops already. However, his panic was cut short by Mary's cold voice.

"So, where were you?" Her eyes bore into him with an anger he hasn't ever seen her have before, like she was holding back from strangling him.

Her eyes were bloodshot red, like she had been crying all night. Her hands held the box shakily, but her eyes stayed steady on him.

"I was at work...what happened here?" He slowly places his bag down as he slowly approaches the couch she's sitting on. His demeanor is calm, as usual. One thing about Dexter is he knew to always stay calm, as acting panicked would only fuel suspicion.

"No Dexter, you were not at work. I called Deb at the station."

Silence.

Mary never heard a silence so loud. She caught him in a lie, and now he had nothing to say?

Dexter tried to come up with something else to say, but he couldn't help but be distracted by the sight of his trophies sitting vulnerable in Mary's hands. All he wanted to do was get that box safely back behind the AC panel.

"It made me think, all those late nights at work...were those lies too?" Mary asked, a rhetorical question really, she knew in her heart the answer was yes. "I tried to think of why you would lie to me like that, but i could only come up with one answer. You're cheating on me." Her words came across careless, like she had already mourned the trust in their relationship.

"I'm not-"

"But imagine my surprise, after searching your apartment, I find absolutely zero proof of you cheating." she interrupts, "Instead, I find a box of blood slides hiding in your AC unit." she clears her throat, as if the next words to come out of her mouth got stuck, "Weirdly enough, it looks the same as those blood slides the Bay Harbor Butcher had...I saw it on the news." Setting the box on the table in front of them, she pushes them in directly in front of Dexter.

"Explain." She demands.

She needed to know, after all, there's really no rational explanation to having a box of blood slides hiding in your AC unit.

Dexters eyes fall down to the box, he runs his finger over the slides and lets out a deep, defeated sigh. His eyes meet Mary's, and all he can see is hurt and desperation on her face. He never wanted to hurt her or break her trust, but it was too late. She's already connected most of the dots, and if she were to talk to anybody about this it would definitely be over. He tried lying already, which clearly didn't work out, so why not try the truth?

"I kill people." He said bluntly, not looking away from the box of trophies. "I'm the bay harbor butcher."

Another deadly silence falls over the room.

(Mary's POV)

Dexters words fall heavy into my ears, shaking my brain of any coherent thoughts. He has to be fucking with her, right? Theres no way her boyfriend is the fucking Bay Harbor Butcher.

Weirdly enough, this isn't the first time someone had made a confession like this to her. Of all my years spent as a defense lawyer, I've only met one murderer, and I found myself having a lot of sympathy for him. He had these uncontrollable urges, as he explained to me, an addiction to drugs that led to the killing of a drug dealer.

Now that I think about it, I can see some of those same qualities that man had in Dexter. Quiet, always in his head, and now, the lying. But I had watched the case on TV, and they found the bay harbor butcher and they had irrefutable evidence.

"James Doakes was the Bay Harbor Butcher." I replied. My words came out matter of fact sounding, though I did have some skeptism now that the same trophies were sitting in front of me. Was this some sort of sick prank?

"That's what I made everyone think. He was my coworker and he was getting too close; I had to do something." Dexter replies, closing the box and rising to his feet. "I didn't kill him though." He added.

I watched as he rose to his feet, walking over to the AC and carefully placed the wooden box back into its hiding spot, popping the front panel back into place as well.

"Dex, what the fuck are you talking about?"

I listened intently as Dexter explained his past to me. My anger slowly washing away as he speaks. I had known about his biological mother's death, a horrific murder not too different from my past with my father. The emptiness he felt, the urges that controlled him and the code he was taught, well that was all news to me. Anger boiled up inside me once more at the thought, how could a father teach murder 101 to his vulnerable and traumatized child? I had been lucky enough to be quickly put into therapy groups after my father's death, but Dexter, he only had Harry.

After Dexter got through telling me about everything, he finished with a deep sigh. I could see the fear in his eyes, fear that I would run away or maybe even report him to the police. Instead, I grabbed his hands, looking at him with gentle eyes, "I love you, Dex. We'll figure this out together."

6 notes on that last one was 6 more than I expected so thanks for that! Again, I'm not really a writer, nor have I written any fanfic since like 13 years old so although the quality isn't great, I hope you enjoy the idea.

#dexter fanfiction #dexter tv show #dexter tv series #dexter morgan #dexter fandom #Dexter x Fem!#Dexter x Fem! OC #original character

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absolutebl · 2 years ago

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This Week in BL - OMG PLEASE STOP SINGING

May 2023 Wk 2

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Step By Step (Thai Tues WeTV & Gaga) ep 4 of 10 (MDL still says 12, but Gaga still says 10) - Jeng trying to improve himself so awkwardly is kinda sweet. I love that Bruce it here & queer! Yay! Chot is my favorite but Pat is my spirit animal, I always sniff people’s bath products. Jeng looking at Pat in the suit = hello, future husband. The irony of Pat running around trying to find Jeng’s weakness, when it’s clearly him. Also WASH YOUR HANDS & NO SINGING.

La Pluie (Sat iQIYI) ep 3 of 10 - still loving this one, enjoyed seeing the seme’s side of the meat cute. The miscommunication seems properly vested (although we may be manipulated by the visuals into thinking it’s kissing when it isn’t). But so far I am all in. Also killer chemistry with the leads already. My catnip. BUT... NO SINGING!

Our Skyy 2 (Vise Versa) eps 7-8 - Each day of the month is a BL trope? That jives. The kid was a fun plot twist - if he had been real and not a lie. I chortled a lot and all the domesticity was nice, but I wasn’t surprised when it was all Pluen lying again. Once a liar, always a liar. Could Jimmy please play a better character next time? Also. NO SINGING. 6/10

Pastsenger (Thai Weds Gaga) ep 10 of 12 eps - Amnesia just makes me feel like we backslid and all the previous work of watching 9 eps is for naught. And it was WORK with this show. At least it only lasted one episode, but still, they’re gonna use it to continue the rift? Sigh.

A Boss and a Babe (Fri YouTube) ep 11 of 12 - As much as I dislike these characters being constantly betrayed by the narrative, I really do love Cher. A sunshine sweetheart who is actually a decent honest human, who’s not ashamed of his love or his personality, it’s really rare and admirable on screen. I have to give B&B props for this character, if nothing else. And there is nothing else. This was possibly one of the stupidest episode 11 dooms ever fielded. And I do not say that lightly.

The Promise (Thai Weds YT & WeTV) ep 8 of 10 - This show has got to stop dwelling on the separation, every time they do it it just makes Phu look worse. I legitimately didn’t think that was possible. I LOVE Party so much. Not only is he a good friend, and probably an excellent boyfriend, he’s a great businessman. Khun is lovely too. Happy to have him win Nan’s heart. Really, anyone but Phu. Also Nan = an ace who collects hotties everywhere he goes? Props baby.

House of Stars (Thai Mon iQIYI) ep 2 of 12 - Very soap - kinda creepy, too long pauses, bloated cast, and utter confusion. Odd. The captions are insane, one name can (and will) be spelled 3 different ways. It’s a VAST cast and I can only really identify 3 characters: 1. the actor with the (beard?) gf who’s a suspiciously militant ally, 2. The oldest actor in the house with dark traumatic past, 3. The adorable evil femme who needles everyone. I might drop this show, I’m only really still watching bc it’s the only BL airing on Monday. Also: NO SINGING

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 6 of 10 - I’ve been waiting for this chapter. It’s one of my favorites from the manga.

Love Mate (Korea Thurs Viki) eps 3-4 of 8 - Aggressive flirting or stalking? These 2 give Lovely Writer vibes. Honestly, I never thought Korea would go so very old school yaoi. Also went quickly to a high heat place I wasn’t expecting (but Japan would). 50% for a sex scene is very gay but wild for a KBL. If this were Strongberry it would’ve ended on this episode and I would’ve been fine with it. Now what? 4 eps of boyfriends? That’s cool but what is this crazy surreal BL world I am living in?

Happy Merry Ending (Korea Thurs Gaga) eps 5-6 of 8 - Honestly, Korea, does it always have to be a love triangle? Always? Anygay, timid tsundere & confident sunshine is an interesting match. They’re sweet together, almost kindly. I like the calm ache of this pair. At first I thought it would be too much like Love Mate, but they’re completely different. I really want someone to punch the CEO ex, oh goodie! Battle of the hyungs.

Vian the series (Vietnam YouTube ) - very in line with the my cat boyfriend tradition but honestly how can any human look like that? He truly myst be a cat.

The Day I Loved You (Pinoy YouTube) eps 4-5 of 10 - It’s cute. They’re cute. Truth comes out when locked in a bathroom. Yay a new pinoy BL I actually like for a change. It’s been a LONG time. However BOOO for the doomy “I want to be remembered, are you dying”. But a nicely dramatic midpoint.

Naked Dinner AKA Zenra Meshi (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 5 of 12 - How can he be so completely unaware of how in love he is? Ah well, I suppose we aren’t yet half way through and it’s one of THOSE JBLs. In yaoi half the time you are husbands before you even confess you like the other person.

It is unfair for a real live human to be this beautiful. We talking Hunjin-level unfair. WTF Vietnam? Why you gotta broadside us like this?

It’s Airing But ...

Love Syndrome (Thai Sat WeTV) stopped at ep 2 of 12 - I’m just not into any aspect of it (except Lee Long Shi) - saving to binge if the end is solid.

Venus in the Sky (Sat YouTube) pilot/tester?) 0 of 10 - not entirely sure what’s up with this one distribution-wise, but the pilot was classic university-set pulp. I hope it happens because the leads are cute with good chemsitry and I thought it was fun. However, this pilot holds together as its own little short too.

Stormy Honeymoon (Vietnam)

My Story (Pinoy Sat YouTube) ep 4 of 10 - I bounced.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Star Struck (Korea iQIYI) ostensibly starts Thursday but icky is being janky about it, so we shall see - A boy has had a crush on his childhood friend for a long time. Stars Zuho (Kpop SF9 - noted good egg) opposite rookie actor Kim In Sung (the one with the crush).

Happy Merry Ending and Boss & Babe both end. Be My Favorite will be taking the GMMTV Fridgay time slot.

Coming in May 2023:

5/26 Be My Favorite prev title: You Are My Favorite (Thai YouTube) Adapted JittiRain y-novel (2gether, FUTS, ToL, Vice Versa) one of those “rewrite the past to change the future.” Stars Krist (SOTUS) + Fluke Gawin (DBK, Not Me). Expect this to be v low heat, full of LIES and manipulation.

5/27 The Luminous Solution (Thai ????) 10 eps - Thana is having trouble at work and in his relationship. He can't seem to catch a break. So he makes a wish to change everything. The wish has a price.

5/27 Takumi-kun Series 6: Nagai Nagai Monogatari no Hajimari no Asa (Japan) - NO ONE ASKED FOR THIS (but that has never stopped Japan before) and no, I have no idea where to get it, why would I ????? (Say it with me everyone: Oh Japan, must you?*)

* At least I never have to tell Japan to stop singing. Small mercies.

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

House of Cards. I like this character. I don’t have any idea who he is or why he’s so militant of an ally but I still like him.

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH JUST LEAVE ME ALONE. (Vice Versa’s Our Skyy eps)

Preach, sweetheart.

Yes, please and thank you. (Both Boss & Babe)

(last week)

Current Kpop earworm? ONEUS - ERASE ME, I like the concept (suits! corset! kinky!) and it’s catchy enough

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yanderes-galore · 2 years ago

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Love ur work! Can I please request a short story Yan! Rick x reader (Rick & Morty) . What would happen if the reader got a partner, whilst Rick was like obsessing over them?

Sure! I don't mind writing for Rick again :) I think I used this plot before but not for Rick so here's a different spin on it, it's one of my favorite story plots lol. It just kind of lead into it with the way I was writing this. Sorry it's short :(, I did want to add more to it but was not sure what.

Try Again

Yandere! Rick Sanchez Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Somewhat Self-Aware yandere, Obsession, Jealousy, Murder, Manipulation, Forced relationship, Stalking, Brainwashing, Mentioned drinking but nothing actually happened.

It could be such an easy fix. He could simply get rid of this other person then use a machine to fix everything. He curses himself for being too slow... yet he likes it when you're happy.

Rick thought he had more time to become an important part of your life. He had a whole plan. He was going to slowly manipulate you into loving him so it seems natural, then you'd love him as he did you. Then someone beat him to it.

"Rick! Someone asked me out!"

He knew he was still supposed to play the platonic friend at the time yet he cringed the whole time doing it. Someone else asked you out? How did he miscalculate this... he thought he knew everyone you knew.

"Really, now? What'd you say?"

"Yes!"

"... nice.... Do I know this person?"

"No... I met them recently!"

The moment he took his eyes off you, he lost you. His plan took too slow and you managed to throw a huge wrench into it. He thought he had control over who you met!

Guess not....

Rick waited things out for more info. He watches you like usual but this time shows more attention to your partner. He can't believe this person swooped in... right in the middle of his plan, too.

That can be fixed, he knows it.

There's many ways he can fix this. Most of them centered around the death of your partner. Yes, it's selfish, it's cruel, yet Rick was never really known for the best morals. Many see him as selfish anyways.

Part of him liked how happy you were now. Although he quickly suffocated the idea. Sure, you're happy now...

But he could make you happier.

Even he knew that was a lie, that did not stop his plan however.

It's an easy fix. Rick could easily start the plan again. It would be against your will but he could easily make you his yet again.

It's admittedly not the first time he's done it... why else does he have so much control in your life?

It's yet another reset. He'll give this another try. It was time to put his old plan back into use yet again.

He'd remove your partner from the picture. He'd wash your brain of them and their disappearance like the last ones. Then it's back to normal.

You getting a partner during his obsession with you wasn't going to stop him. One way or another you'd both arrive back at square one. All due to Rick and his mastery of technology.

He should really leave you alone, let you live your own life happily. Then he reminds himself that you were the one that cursed him with feeling this emotion again and you'd have to deal with the consequences. In a way, call this a punishment for the both of you.

His plan would work at some point. He tells himself this as he readies the blaster pointed at your partner's head from his hiding spot. He just needed to try again.

The sound of the blaster and your screaming is like deja vu in his ears. How many times had he done this? How many times has he shot you with the tranquilizer gun and your partner with the blaster.

He wondered if he could really keep doing this when he drags you to his lab. It feels wrong to wipe your memory so much. But Rick is so close.

You're so close to being his. Soon you WON'T have to do this anymore. Then it can finally just be you and him.

This is what he keeps telling himself. Each time it goes wrong but he still keeps doing it. Soon, he'll get it right.

When he sees you wake up and look at him with confusion, he pats your back and sits you up. He prepares the same story he's used time and time again. All with what appears to be a loving smile.

"Drank a little too hard with me last night, didn't you?"

It's when he sees you look at him with such care that he convinces himself to keep going. He may be playing dirty, but it won't matter in the end. He gives you a hug and you hold him back with a small 'yeah, I guess...'. You are nonethewiser to how he's using you to fuel his selfish desires. He'll have you to himself in the end...

He just needs to try again.

#yandere rick and morty #yandere rick sanchez

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where-theres-smoak-2 · 9 months ago

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HOTD 2X02 Review/Thoughts (SPOILERS)

Apologies for this review coming a little late, life got a bit busy so although I watched the episode a few days ago I've only just found the time to write a review. I do think that this episode was a step up from ep 1 and overall I enjoyed it. As I say in all of my reviews, I have not read the books so all my thoughts and opinions are based solely on the show, these are just my own thoughts, interpretations and opinions and of course there are spoilers.

The Aftermath of Blood and Cheese.

When watching the opening sequence something about it seemed eerily familiar and at first I couldn't place my finger on it, then I realised that it seems really similar to 1x09 when Viserys dies, that image of all the servants being ousted from their beds and shepherded through the dark halls of the red keep in their night clothes. We also see the model of Old Valyria in both scenes as well if I remember rightly, in 1x09 we see it covered in cobwebs and then in this episode we see Aegon smashing it to pieces. Not going to lie as a history buff it did hurt me a little seeing such a priceless piece of history being smashed up like that but I also understand Aegon's grief. I do find this parallel interesting though, arguably the death of Viserys and the subsequent usurpation of the throne was what kicked the dance off so its interesting that they are drawing a parallel between that moment and this moment with Jaehaerys' death.

One little detail that was really eery was when Aemond finds that coin and holds it up to his face, over his eye. I can't help but see this as a death omen because it looked spookily liked the coins that are put over a corpses eyes when they are being given their final rites.

Another small detail I did find kind of odd throughout the episode though was how no one really used Jaehaerys' name, he is often referred to as 'the child' even by his closest family members, I think maybe the writers did this to keep reminding the audience that it was a child, an innocent, that had lost their lives, but unfortunately when it came to his own family it made the characters seem quite cold and as if they were distancing themselves from him. Other times instead of being referred to by his name it was by what he was to a particular character, Aegon refers to him as his legacy, his heir, his little son. Otto refers to him as his grandson and as a targaryen prince, Helaena calls him her boy. Interestingly I think the only person who does refer to him by his name is Criston, but I could be wrong about that. I do think this is an interesting detail they've added and it does remind of how sometimes when you lose someone you might avoid mentioning their name out of fear of the grief and pain that might follow hearing it. That could be what's happening here.

One scene that did really disgust me though was the council right after Jaehaerys' death. Just how quickly Otto started scheming and plotting and trying to use this little boy's death to his own advantage. The way that Otto and the rest just decided that it didn't matter if Rhaenyra did have a hand in it or not, they could still use it to besmirch her name and turn the people and houses/potential allies against her. I just don't understand how anyone can be so calculating that soon after their own grandchild's death.

There's also that somewhat haunting moment when Larys comes in and informs that Blood was caught at the gates and he had Jaehaerys' head in a bag, that was not an image I needed and honestly made me feel a bit sick.

Otto's suggestion of a funeral procession and making Jaehaerys into this public display was also horrifying to me. I mean some credit needs to be given to Aegon for refusing at first. But I hated the way Otto also tried to twist it into something it wasn't, trying to make it seem like it was a way of honouring Jaehaerys when really he was just using him like a piece in a chess game, as a way of undermining Rhaenyra and her claim. Like strategically I know that it is a smart move, it is a huge blow to their enemy, but morally it is so so wrong. What makes it worse it how Otto then says that Helaena and Alicent must follow behind, that their grief must also be put on display and how the king should be spared. It shows how the greens over and over again exploit their women in order to further raise the standing of their men. Aegon is to be spared but Helaena, who just went through the trauma of watching her son be brutally murdered, she isn't spared further torment.

The funeral procession itself was really heartbreaking, seeing little Jaehaerys laid out with the white flowers, he looked like he was sleeping and then you see those stitches where they had to sew his head back on and its gut-wrenching. Right away you can see how much Helaena is struggling, but then there's that moment when the cart gets stuck and all the small folk begin to crowd them. There is a moment that really broke me and that's when the first of the small folk reach out to touch Jaehaerys and Helaena immediately stands up like she wants to protect him, I wouldn't be surprised if she flashedback to blood and cheese because the last time she saw strangers surrounding her son whilst he slept was when they killed him. The crowd clearly overwhelms Helaena and its so sad seeing her wanting to get away but there isn't anywhere for her to go, you can see the cart with Jaehaerys rocking and I honestly thought his little body was going to fall off, thankfully that didn't happen. But this scene really built the tension and made you feel very stressed and claustrophobic along with Alicent and Helaena. I just hate that they were used in this way.

Rhaenyra and Daemon

Ok judge me if you will but I did find that scene with the black council where they are receiving the news about Jaehaerys a bit funny. In the sense that you've got Rhaenyra utterly confused as to why anyone would think she was responsible for Blood and Cheese whilst Daemon is trying to look innocent, Rhaenys is staring him down and the rest of the council are looking around awkwardly not wanting to say anything. Then you have that moment when Rhaenyra clocks on and also just stares him down, I don't think it was supposed to be funny yet somehow there was still a comical air to it.

So let's talk about the fight between Rhaenyra and Daemon. One thing I will say is that I am glad that I didn't get worked up when a part of this clip was released, I know alot of people where thinking it was going to be another scene like the nonsense of 1x10, I am also thankful that it wasn't and it was just a verbal altercation this time. Honestly in some ways I do think that they needed to have this fight, I think alot of what came up were resentments that they had buried for a long time centred around Viserys and the throne and past hurts.

To me it makes sense that Rhaenyra has some lingering trust issues, Daemon has caused her hurt in the past, when he stole her brother's dragon egg, when he rejected her then abandoned her in the brothel, when he gate-crashed her wedding feast, tried to talk her out of marrying Laenor and then abandoned her again, this time fleeing to Essos and leaving her to face the greens alone. So yes I can understand that despite their love for each other she still has some issues around being hurt or abandoned by him.

But I also think they both had good points throughout this argument. Daemon was clearly very hurt that Rhaenyra doesn't trust him and that she doesn't believe that he is loyal to her. Again he makes a good point when he says that he was the one who put the crown on her head himself, that he was at that moment preparing to go to Harrenhall to raise an army in her name. What was interesting to me in this moment was that Daemon's voice begins to crack, usually he is very nonchalant and, I'm trying to think of the right word, calm or casual, he acts like he isn't bothered even when he is. So its interesting to me to see that slip and actually hear his voice crack in this moment with Rhaenyra.

But Rhaenyra also makes a fair point when she confronts him about leading a war council when she laboured alone. That scene from 1x10 was so hard to watch the way she called out for him and she can hear her cries, she was going through this traumatic ordeal where she had just received the news that her father was dead and her throne usurped and then she goes into pre-term labour and has to face it alone, so I can understand how she can once again feel abandoned by Daemon in that moment. But, and I may have some disagree with me here, but I can also understand why Daemon avoided going to her in that moment. Part of it, I think, is because they both knew the moment she went into labour that early that their child wasn't going to make it, that something was very wrong. The last time Daemon saw someone struggle with a pregnancy/Labour was Laena and she died, not only did she die but she died in a way that was very traumatic for Daemon and his daughters. So to me it would make sense that he wouldn't want to be there when Rhaenyra is also struggling with a complicated labour, what if he is once again confronted with a choice between saving her or the baby by the maester like he was Laena, what if Rhaenyra dies? On top of that Daemon himself has just lost his brother and is reeling from that, as I talked about in my review of 2x01, Daemon's way of dealing with grief is to keep moving, to focus on some task, he can't be still, he needs a distraction, it would have drove him crazy to sit in that room with her and feel helpless as she delivered their stillborn daughter, so he does the only thing he can to feel useful, he makes sure dragonstone is secured and begins making plans for war to strike back at the greens who he blames for Rhaenyra being in this position. That being said that doesn't make his actions right, and they definitely weren't fair to Rhaenyra who needed him with her in that moment, but they are understandable and Daemon is human, he makes mistakes and fails at times. Also to be fair to Daemon he does go to her eventually but its too late by the time he shows up. But like I said no matter how much I understand the reasons behind Daemon's actions, Rhaenyra still has every right to feel hurt and angry at him for it.

Then they get into the subject of Viserys and the issue of heir to the throne. Again Rhaenyra made a good point when she said that Viserys, like Rhaenyra, couldn't trust Daemon. I do think Daemon's biggest enemy is his own impulsiveness and rashness. It is obvious that Daemon is loyal to both his brother and Rhaenyra, its obvious that he loved them both and I don't agree with Rhaenyra's statement that the only person his heart belongs to is himself, I think he loves both Viserys and Rhaenyra more than he loves himself, but he has a habit of letting his impulses get the better of him and that drives a wedge between him and Viserys and Rhaenyra. It doesn't help that this mistrust and the gap between them is forced wider by Otto scheming, it suits him for Daemon to be at odds with Viserys because Daemon sees right through Otto and knows how he manipulates Viserys. One thing I do agree with that Daemon said was that Viserys wasn't a leader of men, he was constantly being pushed around and manipulated by others and just always wanted to keep the peace, at times this was the correct course, but at others there was a need for action. Daemon on the other is very much someone who was a leader which is why I think he struggles with surrendering that role to Rhaenyra at times.

Daemon also was saying it true when he pointed out that Rhaenyra wasn't made heir, initially, because Viserys thought she'd be a good queen but because he wanted to put Daemon in his place, it was more Viserys recognised Daemon was too impulsive to be a good King than because he thought Rhaenyra was wise and a good option. It is possible that he recognised that as she was younger he would be able to mould her more into being a good ruler, he had more time to teach her. But this is still hurtful to Rhaenyra who has always had some doubt as to whether her father truly wanted her to be heir.

I do think that they both needed to get all of this hurt and lingering resentment out, it was still awful and heartbreaking to watch because to me it does seem like they love each other, but right now they do need their space from each other. I don't think this is the end of their story, I think Daemon will go to Harrenhall and try his hardest to prove that he is loyal to Rhaenyra and try to win her trust back. I also think with him gone maybe Rhaenyra will come to realise just how much she does rely on him, I mean a big part of the reason why she married him, outside of their love, was for protection.

Ok I know this part some of you will disagree with me, but last ep's review talked about whether or not I thought Daemon had directly ordered the death of Jaehaerys, whether his command was if you can't find Aemond then any son will do. I said that I didn't think he did and it was more of a lost in translation situation, that he said something like 'it has to be a son for a son, no head no money''. That he meant it in reference to Aemond only, as he has used that line in reference to Aemond, but obviously Blood and Cheese didn't know that, misinterpreted it and instead figured Jaehaerys would do. After seeing this episode I am actually even more convinced that this is what happened. Here's my reasoning for this, previously when confronted with crimes/sins he may have committed, like the heir for a day, whether he took Rhaenyra's virginity etc, he always gives vague answers and acts unbothered, he's half admitted to things he hasn't even done in the past because to him its better to own it then to defend himself. The only time we really see him being honest is in 1x02 on the bridge when she outright asks Daemon if he's to have a child and he admits that Mysaria isn't pregnant. In contrast to those scenes where he neither really confirms or denies the accusations, here he gives a straight answer, he says I told them Aemond, I said no, it was a mistake. Seeing as the last time he was honest about something like this was too Rhaenyra it makes sense to me that he would once again be honest now. I also think given how much he focuses on the mistake aspect of it and on how it shouldn't have been able to happen, I think the part he is guilty of is not being clear enough. I says I was clear in my instructions and he does this sort of laugh of disbelief which makes me think that he is just know realising that he wasn't as clear as he could have been and that he is somewhat responsible for this mistake that has done some damage to Rhaenyra's claim. So I still think, in the show, that it was Aemond and solely Aemond that Daemon put the hit out on. The other possibility is that he did offer up another option like maybe 'just make it a son for a son', but that he believed that if they couldn't find Aemond they'd go after Aegon. Daemon's anger was at Aemond for killing Luke and at Alicent for putting her son on the throne, he wanted Aemond to pay for killing Luke and he wanted Alicent to feel Rhaenyra's pain at losing a son, so I personally don't think he'd have settled for anything less than one of Alicent's sons but really wanted Aemond. But this is all my interpretation and as I said I am sure they'll be many out there that have interpreted it differently. Also all that being said, do I think Daemon cares that Jaehaerys was killed, no probably not. I think he probably does get some satisfaction out of the greens' grief and at having some hand in causing them pain, he's vengeful like that.

Rhaenyra and Baela

I did really like that scene between Rhaenyra and Baela, I think it showed they had a good bond even though Baela was raised on driftmark. I also think the plan of keeping an eye on Kings Landing via dragon back is a good idea so they can spot any moves the greens make. I also understand why Rhaenyra didn't want to let Jace be the one to go, she doesn't want to risk losing him like she lost Luke and is still probably regretting letting them carry the messages themselves. Also it would be somewhat reckless considering Jace is the heir, however I don't see him sitting out for long. I am also curious as to what his reaction to Rhaenyra sending Baela will be, I could see him being very concerned and protective of her, especially after losing his brother. I am glad that Rhaenyra made it clear to Baela that she was to stay high and keep a good distance, though I am still a bit worried for Baela, hopefully nothing happens to her.

Baela and Jace

Speaking of Baela and Jace, I adored that scene between them so much. I just love that having realised that she wasn't at supper he sought her out to make sure she was ok, it's sweet that he clearly missed her company. I also loved the conversation between them about fathers. I really loved that they gave plenty of attention to Laenor and recognised him as Jace's father, it was so sweet seeing that smile on Jace's face as he spoke about him, how he taught them to fish and sing sailor's shanty's, that he loved a cake, I mean who doesn't. But I feel like alot of people overlook the fact that Laenor was their father, yes Harwin was biologically, but it was Laenor who tucked them in at night, who taught them songs etc, he was the one that claimed them and gave them his name. He was their true father.

That being said I also liked that Baela brought up Harwin too, and she did so with no judgement or shame, it showed that trust that exists between them that she felt comfortable asking. Again Jace spoke so fondly of Harwin with that little smile on his face. It was a little said when he said 'I think he loved us', the fact that he wasn't entirely sure because Harwin had to keep his distance a bit for their own safety. But I love how Baela immediately reassured him by saying 'of course he did.' She had this slight look of disbelief on her face like she couldn't imagine anyone not loving Jace.

The scene did become a bit bittersweet at the end though when Jace said he missed Luke, but I am glad that Baela was there to comfort him. I do think this scene was both very cute and heart-warming because it does show how much love Jace has had in his life but also it shows how much loss he has suffered too, and he is still so young. But I am really hoping we get to see more of these two together because they have such great chemistry, think I've got a new HOTD ship.

Possible Important Characters

Speaking of Laenor, I could be wrong, but did we see Seasmoke this episode, because I am sure that was the dragon that flew over the beach when Addam was digging for, clams? Maybe?

Speaking of Addam, we saw a few characters this episode that I think probably will have some significance later. I am sure book readers already know what that significance is but I am currently clueless. I am curious about the brothers Alyn and Addam. Addam kept saying that Corlys owed them, I get that Alyn pulled Corlys from the sea and so that could be why Corlys owes him, but Addam also said that Corlys owes him which makes me think there's more to this than just Alyn saving Corlys life, in what way does Corlys owe Addam who doesn't appear to have been at sea with them when Corlys was injured? There was also this weird kind of tension between Alyn and Corlys in ep 1 so I am very curious to know what that is all about.

Another character we saw again in this episode was Hugh Hammer, I think his name was. Honestly this scene where his wife was talking about having to walk miles to get a chicken and spent three times the price made me flashback to covid when you had to go to several stores to try and find what you needed and where you had people bulk buying toilet paper and hand sanitiser then selling it on amazon and ebay at extortionate prices. All this focus on the hardship on the small folk though does make me wonder if there is going to be a revolt at some point, I could see them getting real tired of being collateral in this targaryen war. I really hope Hugh's daughter is going to be ok though because she really did look sick and I could see her dying, Aegon not paying the money he promised and that causing Hugh to lead a revolt against the royals.

Whatever happens though, I am excited to see more of these characters and what the story has entail for them.

Criston Cole

Sorry to all Criston Cole fans but this episode really did remind me of how much I hated him and why. I mean every scene he was in made me burn with rage. We had people asking him the right questions to, Aegon asking him where he was, I mean technically he didn't lie when he said he was abed, its just it was alicent's bed he was in not his own. Then there was Ayrrk asking the very good question of why Helaena didn't have a sworn shield asigned to her, something that should have happened when she ascended as queen. So it looks like once again, surprise surprise, Cole hasn't done his job properly, as Commander of the Kings Guard it would be his responsibility to assign that Sworn Shield and he just didn't, he what, just forgot? Either way it does explain why Helaena was able to go all the way from her quarters to Alicent's without seeing any guard, their should have been one right outside her door, shadowing her every move, but Criston Cole had better things to do than assign Helaena the protection she obviously needed, apparently.

I also hated the scene when he confronts Arryk about his white cloak having dirt on it and goes off about how its a symbol of their purity, virtue and honour or some such. I mean hypocrite, it was so clear that Cole was projecting his own guilt and shame onto Arryk, I also didn't like how he was trying to put the blame for Jaehaerys' death onto Arryk acting like it was his fault somehow when he was where he was supposed to be as Aegon's sworn shield.

Which brings us to Criston's plan of parent trapping the blacks in order to kill Rhaenyra. He wants Arryk to pretend to be his twin to gain access to Dragon Stone and kill her. In theory I can see how this plan might work, but its still very reckless as Erryk is still there, all it would take was someone seeing them both at the same time, them seeing the other, or even a guard passing one and then another moments later, for the whole plan to fall apart. I mean that is what happens, Mysaria has just left Erryk when she sees Arryk coming up the hill and figures out what is happen, it seems like she might then have sent a warning to Erryk who was able to intercept his brother. But one thing was clear to me and that's that Cole didn't care at all if Arryk was killed in this mission. He was blatantly using Arryk in his own revenge fantasy against Rhaenyra. The thing that is disturbing about this is that the Kings Guard are supposed to be sworn brothers, they're supposed to have a bond and be loyal to each other, but Cole just throws Arryk under the proverbial bus.

Another moment that annoyed me to no end and got my blood boiling is when he says that 'its time the bitch queen paid'. I already made a post about this right after I watched the episode i was that infuriated by it, because Rhaenyra has paid, she has already lost so much, her mother, her friendship with alicent, harwin, laenor in a way, her father, her unborn daughter, her son and her throne. Like what else does he want her to lose, to pay. Apparently her life. So yeah I hate Criston Cole sorry not sorry.

Erryk and Arryk.

This whole situation was so heartbreaking, just the idea of two brothers pitted against each other is sad. What I will say is that they played this sequence very well. It really built the tension up as you watch Arryk playing this game of cat and mouse with Erryk, creeping through the halls of Dragon Stone, coming so close to nearly being caught. Then its racked up again when the maid says she'll bring a draft for Rhaenyra and you're thinking is she going to drink it and not awake with Arryk's attack. Then you see Arrky make it into Rhaenyra's bedchambers and approach her with his sword drawn, then his brother comes in and their fight ensues, there is a moment when Rhaenyra is trying to get away and Arryk swings the sword at her and nearly gets her, she gets to the door but its locked, then the other Kings Guard arrives to protect Rhaenyra but now we don't know which twin is which. You have that awful and really heartbreaking moment when one of the twins says we were born together and the other replies you parted us, but I still love you brother, before making that terrible choice to kill his brother. It is clear that the twin that survived was overcome with guilt and grief at having killed his brother, there is also the fact that we can't trust that the surviving twin is Erryk, then he falls on his sword and its just so tragic.

This scene really did make you feel that impending danger and it cranked up the tension perfectly. I kept thinking after last episode what it was about the Blood and Cheese scene that felt so off, because it wasn't that it needed more gore, honestly thank goodness it didn't have more because the sounds were horrifying enough, it also wasn't Phia's acting because she did an amazing job of showing Helaena's terror in that moment. But I think it was this, the tension just wasn't built up properly, they rushed through the scene and dialogue so quickly that you didn't really have time to feel that tension, to sense that danger they were all in. I think they needed to take a beat and drag the scene out a bit more. Like have Helaena pause longer before pointing to the boy, maybe Cheese has to threaten her again before she chooses. Maybe they could have had blood and cheese debate over which one was which a little longer. Maybe they both move over to the girls bed, maybe the dagger is near her throat, but then Cheese looks back at Helaena and realises that she was telling true, maybe Blood argues with him a little, maybe Helaena tries to get to the boy but is intercepted, then they have blood and cheese move to the boy and that's when Helaena grabs Jaehaera and runs. I just think if they had taken a bit more time with it, the audience would have had more time to feel the tension and fear and danger, but hey maybe its just me.

What I do think is symbolic though is that the first deaths of the war are Luke and Jaehaerys. Two children, two sons, two innocents. I think this is to show that in war it is the innocents who suffer. Then the next deaths dealt to each side are the brothers, Arryk and Erryk, again I think this is very symbolic of how this war is tearing families apart, how its setting siblings and other family members against each other.

Otto and His Really Bad Day.

This was another element of the episode that I probably wasn't supposed to find funny yet still did, I mean the facial expressions this man way giving just kept cracking me up. He was so done with everyone. I did understand his frustration at Aegon and Criston. Killing the rat catchers was a stupid move, most were innocent and in one move Aegon undid all the sympathy they had gained from Jaehaerys' funeral procession. On top of that it rendered the torment that Alicent and even more so Helaena went through trying to gain that sympathy and that advantage over Rhaenyra. It was also very unnecessary. If they were able to round all the rat catchers up in order to hang them then they could have just as easily had them brought before Helaena for her to identify Cheese. Instead they've given the small folk a reason to hate them.

I also thought the look on Otto's face when Aegon said Cole had taken action. That slow 'and what has Cole done?' showed that he was really dreading the answer. It was clear that he knew the plan wasn't going to work. I would feel bad for him but I do feel like he is reaping what he has sown. He was the one who put Aegon on throne without giving him any training or preparation because he believed that Aegon would be controllable like his father.

That being said that line 'he was right about you' was a low blow by Otto, but he's not wrong if we are being honest. Still it must have hurt for Aegon to hear. Also the way Otto laughed when Aegon said Viserys had made him King, they all know that Viserys didn't want Aegon to be King, which again I think is something that plagues Aegon.

I'm not surprised that Aegon fired Otto, and his not again face was comical. Aegon then naming Cole I think is a huge mistake, I am still in disbelief that this guy even still has a job and here he is getting a promotion, mind boggling.

Daeron?

So apparently Alicent has another son, which did we know that? I feel like we didn't know that. I do think its interesting that he's the only child that isn't in Kings Landing, like why is he the only one that was sent to Old Town? I do have a theory but it could be/ likely is completely wrong.

But here's the thing, we don't know exactly when Alicent's sexual relationship with Cole actually started. It could have been after Viserys died, or it could have been years earlier, or maybe it happened once years earlier and they swore they wouldn't do it again, then caved after Viserys died.

A lot of babies are sometimes born with really light hair that gets darker as they get older. When I was a baby until I was about 3-4 years old my hair was white blonde, then it got a bit darker to a more mousy blonde when I was a child and then darker still when I was a teen to a dark blonde/light brown. I've seen it happen alot with other babies too where they start out light but get very dark hair later. SO here's the theory, what if Daeron is actually Cole's son. He was born with white blonde hair and Alicent was relieved thinking oh ok the baby is Viserys, but then as Daeron starts to get older Alicent starts to notice that his hair is starting to darken. She panics and then arranges for her son to be sent to Oldtown so that the memory people in Kings Landing have of him in the typical targaryen blonde hair.

It could also explain why Alicent is so obsessed with Rhaenyra's eldest sons being bastards, she's projecting her own guilt and shame onto Rhaenyra just like Cole was doing with Arryk. Like I said I could be totally wrong about this, but if that guy shows up with dark hair I am going to be suspicious as hell.

No Comfort To Be Had

One thing that did strike me about the greens in this episode is how little they comfort one another. It's in stark contrast to the blacks who mostly banded together in their grief and comforted each other, sort each other out, like Jace and Baela. Whereas with the greens they all kind of isolate themselves and each deal with their grief alone and not necessarily in the healthiest of ways.

That scene on the staircase between Aegon and Helaena was sad because its clear they are both in pain and Helaena seems to want Aegon to comfort her, but as always, he ignores her. But in this case it did look for a moment like he wanted to say something, wanted to offer some comfort but just didn't know how to do that, so instead he just walked away as Helaena gave this sad nod of acceptance.

We see Helaena isolate herself in her room and cling to the things that remind her of her son, his cloak or blanket that she was embroidering, the toy he used to play with.

Aegon also isolates himself alone so that he can grieve. I actually felt some sympathy for him in that ending scene where he was sobbing for his son, he clearly loved his son and is in a lot of pain. I mean its not enough for me to forget about the child fighting rings or what he did to dyana but it was still interesting seeing him in a more human and complex light.

Meanwhile Aemond takes himself off to the brothel and the madame that he lost his virginity to at the mature age of 13. I mean this does make sense in a way, he probably sees her in this weird motherly type way, someone he can get comfort and affection from, but the scene in still uncomfortable, as I think it is supposed to be.

We see Alicent walk away from Aegon instead of comforting him. At first I thought maybe it was because she doesn't know how to comfort him, but we have seen her comforting people in the past, she comforted both the king and rhaenyra after Aemma's death, we see her comfort Criston in 1x05, and Helaena in this episode. But I think what is telling is her interactions with Otto this episode. Their first scene together is Otto saying they shouldn't let Jaehaerys death shake them and that good may still come of it, when Alicent breaks down in sobs he offers very little comfort to her. Then later right before the scene of her leaving Aegon, she tries to confess to Otto and hopes for some comfort from him and instead he just brushes her off. So I think this moment shows how that lack of emotional support between Otto and Alicent has trickled down to Alicent's own children. Because she never got the proper emotional support and comfort from her father growing up, she was ill equipped to provide that same support and comfort to her children.

The part where is becomes an issue for me though is when she then goes and immediately sleeps with Cole, I think some might interpret this as Alicent being cold and uncaring about Aegon and as someone who is just chasing her own pleasure instead.

Ok that is all for this time, I'll be back next week to see what other shananegans these Targaryens are going to get up to. So I will see you all then.

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