#daddy fucking doma

[whimsyvixen]

The way the self-respect will leave my body once I see this man in theaters...(⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

hello how are you it if my first time asking but what do you think it would be like if white beard had a daughter and she went on shanks crew like he haven’t seen his daughter for years and then he see her on shanks crew

also I love you writing you my favvvv

Imagine being Whitebeard's daughter on Shanks's crew

A mildly naughty bit under the undercut. Also, I'm having to change how I indicate action, instead of using Asterix *, I'm going to change them to [ ].

Marco: Pops, Shanks's ship is on the horizon, signaling they wanna talk-yoi.

Whitebeard: [rolls his eyes,] Fine let him aboard.

As the Red Force is pulling itself parallel to the Moby Dick

Whitebeard: [spots you working on the rigging] (y/n)?!

You: dukes [knows you're going to be in trouble, so you try to duck into the galley to avoid him]

Whitebeard: Young Lady, I fucking saw you, don't try to hide from me! Come here.

You: [shuffles in front of him] Hi Pops

Izou: oi, oi, don't go getting familiar with him.

Whitebeard: [holds up his hand] No, it's okay, this one is my biological child.

Ace: You have a bio kid? Why didn't you tell us!?

Whitebeard: I was trying to keep her safe, [turns to you and gives you a pointed look,] which is why I left you on Sphinx, where it's safe.

You: It was boring, so I snuck aboard the supply ship, that you send us every month, and hopped out at the nearest port.

Whitebeard: That supply ship is captained by Doma!

Thatch: Shall I go draft a summons letter sent to him?

Whitebeard: yes, thank you. [Turns back to you,] You should have stayed on Sphinx. Yes, it's boring, but that's because it's peaceful. Do you have any idea how rare and valuable peace is? Why would you leave?

You: Because I wanted more! I wanted to see the world! I wanted to fight strong opponents! Because I'm your kid!

Marco: [mutters loud enough for Whitebeard to hear.] Personality is fifty percent genetic.

Whitebeard: [Ignores him.] I understand that... urge to see the world. But why him! [Jabs a finger in Shank's direction]

Shanks: What's wrong with me?

Benn: [pats his captain's head] We've been wondering that for years.

You: He makes me laugh.

Shanks: [puffs up his chest with pride and cheekily sticks his tongue out at Benn]

Whitebeard: Please tell me you aren't in love with this misfit.

You: Sorry, I can't help who I fell in love with, [shrugs.] He makes me happy, and he treats me well.

Yassop: [yells from the deck of the Red Force] That's an understatement! He spoils her rotten, and she gets first dibs on any treasure we get. And he buys her anything she wants.

Whitebeard: [rubs his chin thoughtfully] First dibs, huh?

You: I also send funds home, back to Sphinx.

Whitebeard: I suppose I'll allow it, then.

That evening

The Crews: [have somehow started a boat party]

Shanks and Whitebeard: [chatting around a table ladened with food]

You: Daddy, will you pass the rum?

Shanks and Whitebeard: [reach for it, accidentally touch hands, and lock eyes]

the crews: ʱªʱªʱª(ᕑᗢूᓫ∗)

Shanks: (☼Д☼) !! *Books it for his ship*

Whitebeard: [hot on his heels] AKAGAMI!

Marco: wow

Benn: That was a mean thing to do, (y/n).

You: ଘ(✿˵•́ ω •̀˵) ? I didn't do anything, [lying].

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[wildandsmile]

Can you do upper moons with a bratty reader like if they doesn’t get what they wants they act out ? (Nsfw pls) btw I love your writings.

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Tw: Blood

Kinks: f-reviving, overstim, figuring, exhibitionsm, name calling, brat taming, cock sleeve, thigh riding, impact play, brush play, knife play, Dom Gyutaro (for once)

Word Count: 1.8k

Note: I appreciate the compliment and the suggestion, so I hope you enjoy this

Come back for Hantengu, Nakime,Daki and Kaigaku

Enjoy!

Kokushibo

Maintains a predominantly quiet demeanor, prompting you to playfully provoke him during your joint missions in order to coax him into conversation.

Most often, it proves ineffective, prompting your resourceful nature to explore alternative approaches, sometimes inadvertently exposing your cover or even unnecessarily harming a human or two.

You anticipated provoking a reaction from him, yet he chose to maintain his silence, unaffected.

Unbeknownst to you, he was meticulously tallying each minor error you had committed throughout the evening.

As you at last return to the estate, you sense his hands enveloping the back of your neck, his voice a hushed murmur, "Now that we've returned, it’s time for your punishment."

You whimpered, "Koku no more, no more pls" as your trembling hands tried to push him away from your now overstimulated clit, but he was letting up; he'd been at it for hours. At first, he'd made you look him in the eyes while he licked long laps across your slicked folds, but when he realized that was too much for you to handle, he decided to be a little nice He continues, "Come on darling, don't tell me that I've already fucked you stupid on my tongue" as he glides his mouth over your dripping cunt, making you flinch from the sensation of his hot breath against your cunt. As you groan and writhe on the bed, "Pls Koku pls" comes out of your mouth, and Kokushibo promptly stops you by pushing your hips into the mattress with one hand and bringing down hard with the other to spank your ass. Kokushibo says, "Come now darling don't be bratty just tell daddy what you want." You resist at first, but then you hide your eyes with your arm and give in. "Please koku, please just fuck me already," you beg, as he plants a kiss on your thigh, followed by a hasty "If that's what you want, darling."

Doma

Was a little different in his approach to dealing with your spoiled behavior, which consisted mostly of embarrassing you at the upper moon meetings

Typically, the two of you would assume positions on opposite sides, but whenever you displayed misbehavior or didn't provide the desired level of attention he wanted , he would promptly position you right beside him.

Initially, you didn't perceive these occurrences as problematic, assuming he would overlook your attitude, but your assumption couldn't have been further from the truth.

The instant Muzan appeared, silence blanketed the room. Sensing the opportunity, Doma deftly exploited the moment, discreetly slipping his hand into your dress.

You try to stifle a moan as you say, "Doma, please stop—we're having a meeting right now." Despite your pleading, he pumps his fingers deep inside you, curling them each time they touch your sweet spot. You started to respond, but Doma's thumb found your swollen clit and began rubbing sloppy circles, prompting you to grab on to his thigh for support. "You shouldn't be worried about me sweetheart, you should be focused on Lord Muzan," he says with a sadistic grin covering his face. You looked Doma straight in the eyes and pleaded, "Doma pls, stop I'm about to cum." But you had no idea that your pathetic expression and crocodile tears were only making Doma more enthusiastic. Finally, the conference is over, and Doma pulls you up into him roughly; upon standing, you tumble into his arms, at which point he bursts out laughing. His figure is covered in your juices, and he displays them to you while saying, "You know for such a bratty girl you sure fall apart like a dirty slut," and then he licks his palm clean and adds, "You know this is just the start of your punishment right sweetheart."

Akaza

Dedicated to continuous training, striving to overcome the Upper Moon One, Kokushibo, alongside the Hashiras.

Often, when you were seeking emotional reassurance or craving attention, it seemed elusive, leading to moments of emotional turmoil prompting your occasional acting out.

Primarily, you would engage in playful teasing during his workout sessions. Whenever he initiated his routine, you'd position yourself nearby, playfully bending and assuming various poses, catching his gaze and providing him with quite the view.

But what really got under his skin was hearing you groan while stretching, saying things like, "O these feels so good" or "I wish I had something that would stretch me out better."

Akaza, possessing zero tolerance for impudence, promptly halted his training. Striding over to you, he swiftly lifted you and carried you to his weightlifting area. Settling down, he positioned you on his muscular thigh, his strength and presence palpable.

You had been sitting on Akaza's thigh for some time after he encouraged you to "earn" his attention if you wanted it. You've spent the entire day craving an ogasm, and now you're dragging your clothed cunt across his flexed thigh to get it. Every time you felt that knot from within your stomach, you would start thrusting, basically humping his leg, and your cunt was throbbing and your clit was all nice and puffy, but this wasn't enough. You decide you need more and work your way down Akaza's thigh to his hard cock, but just as you're about to start touching it, he lets out a long groan and says, "Didn't I tell you that you had to earn this cock, you dirty slut?" You try to protest, but he stops you with a hard slap on the ass. Akaza says with a deep groan, "Brats like you don't get to talk back is that understood." You let out a small yes and go back to trying to make yourself cum by humping his thigh, but he finally had enough of your feeble attempts and bent you over his work table, ripped your pants off, and said, " I guess I'll have to fuck you silly like the brat you are since you can't even make yourself cum properly.”

Gyokko

Similar to Akaza, Gyokko remained unwaveringly dedicated to his tasks. When not engrossed in his work, his attention was invariably directed towards Lord Muzan.

Describing your relationship as more akin to that of a master and a devoted companion is a more accurate portrayal than labeling it as a romantic bond.

Typically, this would trigger your bratty behavior; however, unlike the other Upper Moons, it was notably effortless to provoke a reaction from him.

You'd frequently locate him in his chamber, engrossed in creating new artwork. To playfully ruffle his feathers, you'd comment on his latest piece, suggesting it was exceptionally impressive or innovative.

This would lead to a hint of frustration, prompting him to restart. However, your antics wouldn't end there; you'd venture into his collection, identifying something seemingly new, only to critique it with remarks like "It was an eyesore" or "Breaking it was a favor—it was painfully ugly." This chain of actions often culminated in pushing him to his breaking point.

In no time, you found yourself forcefully propelled onto the bed, and in that very instant, a sense of anticipation gripped you, indicating that you were in for an intense encounter.

Gokkyo warns you not to move lest he "mess up" as he runs the long brush across your tender nubs: "Stand still if you keep moving I'll mess it up." Because you ruined his painting, Gokkyo decided to use you as a canvas. Naked, you watched as he dragged the brushes across your icy flesh. It was causing your cunt to throb so much that you tried to close your legs together, but Gokkyo swiftly spread them out and pressed you even deeper into the mattress with his hand. By this time, you were writhing in pain from the combination of the brushing and Gokkyo's cold hand on your naked body, so he eventually dragged the brush down to your aching cunt and flipped it over to the dull side to massage your clit. You can hear him saying, "This is what you wanted right, for me to give this naught cunt some attention right" as he presses the brush firmly against your clit and begins to flick it up and down on his brush. You started to want more, so you clung to his forearm and moaned gently. Please elaborate. After quickly extracting his cock and aligning it with your soaping moist hole, Gyokko leaned in and murmured something in your ear. “Since you're not fit for artistic purposes, I'll just use you as a filthy cock sleeve.”

Gyutaro

Gyutaro diverged slightly from the other Upper Moons in his perspective. To him, the term "brat" signified an irritating child, making it challenging for him to perceive you in that light.

He consistently presumed your behavior was a result of a passing mood swing or that he might have inadvertently provoked your anger.

During a meeting of the Upper Moons, Doma initiated a discussion about his partner's mischievous behavior, referring to them as a "brat."

As Gyutaro listened to Doma's words, a transformation occurred within his mindset. Gradually, a growing anger took hold of him. He realized that you had been purposely avoiding him, refraining from his touch as part of your playful strategy to act out and grab his attention.

All you needed to do was express your desire; he found it impossible to refuse someone as beautiful as you. The realization that he had been contemplating seeking Daki's assistance in this situation only intensified his anger.

Gyutaro snatched you away from his sister the moment he returned from the meeting and hurried you into your shared bedroom. It didn't take long for you to freeze up after hearing Gyutaro exclaim, "This is what you wanted right to get punished to be pounded by my cock" as he licked the nape of your neck. And lucky for you, Gyutaro was enjoying watching your gorgeous eyes water and your hips try to stop bucking since you didn't want to cut yourself on his sickle. He warns, "You better stop moving, princess, or I might just cut you" as he draws a thin line of blood from your thigh with the blade of his knife. Gyutaro had never felt so hot in his life; ordinarily, you would be the one on top of his, but while the two of you were going at it, your stunning good looks and flawless physique were enough to render him helpless. So now that he had you where he wanted you, he had no intention of letting you go. Gyutaro whispers to you as he licks your hot tears from your cheeks, "Hehe you know princess you look a pretty when cry and you look even better when my hands are around your throat." His hands wrap neatly around your neck, gripping it just tight enough to where you could breathe if you worked hard enough. Your moaning was the result of Gyutaro ripping your clothing off with his sickle, quickly aligning his cock with your cunt, and then slamming his entire cock within. “Now that I have you here, Princess, I might as well make you as hideous as me, heh heh.”

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The Sublet - Roommate!AU

Warnings: She/her pronouns, slow burn, angst. Tags will be added as the fic goes along. Fighting, Aemond being an asshole, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, degradation, hair pulling, spanking, daddy kink.

Pairings: Modern!Aemond x Reader

Summary: Living with Helaena Targaryen was one of the best decisions you had ever made. Meeting at university, the two of you became thick as thieves and quickly best friends, moving into a flat together. But what will happen when Helaena has to leave, and her quiet, brooding, brother moves in?

Notes: Okay so, two things. I should preface this by telling you all that Harold Holt was an Australian Prime Minister who went swimming and never came back. It was assumed he drowned, or got eaten by sharks, or if you want to go with the more fun conspiracy theories, got abducted in a submarine. But to do a Harold Holt is basically to do a runner, no show, disappearance with no word, smoke bomb, etc. Hope you get it now lol. Secondly, the song Aemond is listening to is from one of my longtime fav bands who I got to see live! The song is ‘Kletka - Molchat Doma’ and its such a vibe, anyway, thanks for your patience on the update! Its a long ass chapter because I don't know how to stop.... Enjoy <3

Chapter 6: Lapse in Judgement

Waking up the next morning was something that you had dreaded the moment you ran and hid in your room, diving beneath your sheets as your heart raced and your core throbbed.

Your fingers had grazed your lips, sensitive from the bruising kiss he had pulled you into.

Fuck.

You had kissed Aemond. 

And Aemond had kissed you.

You had felt the phantom feeling of his fingers on your core and had tossed and turned all night, desperately trying to ignore the heartbeat that settled between your thighs and the mounting anxiety that followed. 

What would Helaena say?

When you woke that morning, the turning of your stomach began almost immediately, anxiety winding its way higher and higher, palms sweating, knowing that you would have to face the music and exit your room. 

A small headache had formed behind your eyes from the alcohol, but it was barely noticeable in comparison to your racing thoughts. Or perhaps the cause for your headache was the conundrum you now found yourself in.

Note to self, no more Porn Star Martinis if a handsome and brooding man was in your apartment.

You dressed, and ran to the bathroom, noticing Aemond’s door was open. 

When you looked at yourself in the mirror, there were bags beneath your eyes, and your hair a mess from tossing and turning all night. You paid careful attention to concealing the dark shadows and fixing your hair before you took a steady breath and exited the loo. 

You expected Aemond to be gone for his morning run as he usually was, as the creature of habit he seemed to be, door open and all that, but nope, fate had other plans for you. Aemond stood, in his over six foot glory in the kitchen, mug in his hands as he looked out the window. He was dressed in his running gear, grey shirt today and his hair was down, cascading over his shoulders, strands tucked neatly behind his ears. 

On your approach, he lifted his head to look at you. 

You swallowed dryly, feet stumbling slightly against the floor boards as you made your way over, heat rising in your cheeks. You were mortified, and beyond that, ashamed.

Ashamed of who it was.

Ashamed of how you had acted.

Ashamed that it was Helaena’s brother.

And ashamed that you had liked it.

You had to tear your face away from his gaze, diverting your eyes to the floor as you made your way over, picking up the kettle to make yourself your morning tea. You didn’t greet him verbally, too unsure of what to do, and so you gave him a soft nod.

A sliding sound caught your attention. 

You took your eyes from the sink, and beside you on the bench, Aemond had pushed with two knuckles a mug of tea towards you.

It was your favourite mug, and it looked like he had managed to make it perfectly. 

You blinked up at him, putting the kettle back in its holder and reaching for the tea. Your fingers grazed over his momentarily, heart racing as you took the mug from him. Warmth spread through your chest and you swallowed. 

“I’m sorry.” You breathed, picking up the mug to your lips, “I, uh,” You let out an awkward chuckle, “I think I had one too many martini’s last night.” Another awkward laugh, and then the words didn’t stop, Oh god, “Sara took me to this new bar, and it was so cool, it actually reminded me a bit of you. We had one drink aft-“

“-Don’t worry about it.” Aemond interrupted your anxious rambling, his cool gaze on you, face blank.

You nodded and sipped at the tea.

Your heart raced in your chest.

It was perfect.

“Thanks for the tea. And for dealing with me last night.” Another awkward laugh, you lifted the mug towards him.

Aemond hummed, looking away to sip at his coffee, the strong smell of the beans surrounding you. 

You stood together in the quiet of the kitchen, awkward energy surrounding the both of you before he set down his empty mug. He stepped closer, his chest almost bushing yours. Your breath caught in your throat as his hand reached forward.

And then over you to turn on the sink, a small ‘excuse me’ falling from his lips as he rinsed his mug and placed it into the dishwasher. 

Your cheeks felt hot and you sucked in a shaky breath. 

Aemond didn’t speak another word, and turned away from you, heading towards the front door as he pulled out his AirPods and placed them in his ears. He disappeared down the hall, and the last thing you heard was the keys being pulled out of the dish, and the door opening and closing.

You let the breath you had been holding in out in one big gust. Hand moving to rub at your neck awkwardly. 

What the fuck was that?

-

The day droned on as it would with Larys hovering over your shoulder as usual. It didn’t help that you had not heard a word from Gwayne Hightower, and were swamped with endless calls from investors and clients whom he had meetings with and didn’t show.

“Do you know where Gwayne is?” You leant over your desk, looking to the one next to yours, a solicitor names Jasper Wylde watching at you with steely eyes. 

His curly hair shifted as he turned to face you, dark beard trimmed perfectly against his chin, “No clue. He may be at the magistrates office. Got a text from Tyland this morning saying that something went down at the case this morning.”

You sighed loudly, leaning back in your chair, “That’s the last thing we need. How come Tyland texted you and not me? I’ve got calls coming out of my ass from angry and disgruntled clients about Gwayne missing their meetings.”

Jasper shrugged, “You know what Tyland is like, useless at the best of times.”

You snorted and rolled back to your desk.

Jasper was nice, stiff, but nice.

He took his job very seriously, and Tyland Lannister often called him Ironrod as a joke. Though he was older and a complete professional, it didn’t stop him from sending an occasional flirty glance your way, or rise of his dark brows.

Recently divorced.

You knew he had had four wives, all ending in divorce, and multiple kids with each one. You didn’t know how he had the time to support them all, let alone spend time with them. But he did, and you had been surprised when you first started and saw the pictures pinned to his cubicle of all his kids. 

There was, at the very least, ten. 

Ironrod might be more fitting for something else. 

By the time the day ended, you had slumped in your chair, sighing loudly as you packed away your things. You turned to look at Jasper who was still working.

He never followed the clock ‘off at five’ rule you had, and would often stay behind to get everything perfect. 

A real stickler for law.

You walked to the train station and jumped on the next one that rolled slowly into the subway. On your way home, your anxiety flared again. You hadn’t even answered Helaena’s texts asking about how you were and how Aemond was. Each time your fingers hovered over the notification a wave of guilt would crash over you.

You didn’t even know how to respond to it. What could you say? ‘Everything is great! It’s super awkward, but so fine. By the way, did I mention that I almost let your brother take me against the kitchen bench? Haha, anyway, how are you?’

You shuddered at even the thought of telling her yet.

Stopping at the grocery store, you decided to pick up some things you knew you were running low on, as well as grabbing the ingredients you needed to make dinner with for the night.

What you hadn’t expected when you arrived home, was the smell of cooking food filling the apartment and the sound of sizzling vegetables coming from the stove, ‘Kletka - Molchat Doma’ streaming out of your speaker. You chucked your keys in the dish atop Aemond’s and kicked off your shoes, shuffling to the kitchen.

He stood facing the stove, hair pulled back in a low and messy bun, shorter strands tucked behind his ears.

The tall man had changed out of his running gear, and was in a black t-shirt and some black dickies cuffed at the bottom, large black Doc Martins tied tightly on his feet. 

You watched as his shoulders spread, muscles rippling beneath his shirt as he cooked, the smell of spices filling the kitchen and lounge room.

It smelt so good that your mouth watered.

Aemond effortlessly flipped food in a pan, arm tight and tensed, veins visible on his pale skin as he worked. It was almost enchanting watching him cook, and your stomach did a flip as you gazed, warmth spreading into your gut.

“You going to stand and watch the whole time?”

You tensed, and sheepishly cleared your throat, “What are you cooking?” You walked over to stand next to him, his eye slipping to you from the corner of his eye as he continued to flip and stir the food.

“Dinner.”

You snorted, “I can see that.” You turned away and began to put your groceries and things away, opening the fridge to see that it was already full.

Aemond had gone grocery shopping.

“Do you eat meat?” He asked, chucking in some before you answered.

“Yea, I do.”

He hummed, flicking a finger out to turn the speaker down slightly so he could hear you better. He reached above him and pulled down two bowls, stirring the dinner again in the saucepan before he flicked it over into the two bowls.

He spun and gave you one, turning the speaker off.

Aemond made you dinner.

“Oh, thanks.” You uttered, taking the bowl from his hands before digging into the cutlery draw to pull out two forks.

Aemond hummed again, grabbing a fork from your hand as he turned the stove off and grabbed his own bowl, moving to the couch to eat. You followed after him, still in your work clothes and sat on the opposite end of the couch, feeling static energy between you both. 

He flicked on the tv and began eating, dropping his phone on the table face down. You followed and began eating, watching some show about dragons and royalty. 

The dinner was amazing. 

You even groaned audibly as you ate. 

Aemond was a good cook.

“This is amazing.” You complimented him, shoving another forkful into your mouth, flavour exploding on your tongue.

Aemond hummed in acknowledgement.

“Who taught you to cook like this?”

“Helaena.” He smiled.

“Of course she did.” You chuckled, feeling the tension between you begin to dissolve. 

This was fine. 

You could pretend nothing happened.

He totally didn't have you pressed against the kitchen bench with his finger on your cunt last night.

“How was work?” He turned his head to you, eye concentrated on your face, watching your reaction.

You groaned, “Shit. Gwayne did a Harold Holt and left me to clean up the mess.”

Aemond’s brows frowned, “Harold Holt?”

You flicked your hand in dismissal, “Australian Prime Minister. Anyway, absolute nightmare of a day, so thanks for dinner. I was thinking after I got groceries I would just come home and make some noodles.”

Aemond smirked, and your stomach fluttered at the sight, “I got groceries too.”

You smirked back, “I saw that. Thanks by the way. Great minds do think alike.”

The coffee table buzzed from Aemond’s phone, once, twice, three times in succession. You watched as a long arm reached out to press the silence button, dropping it back onto the table with a huff. 

You polished off your dinner, watching the show together.

“Why doesn’t she just take her dragons to the castle and kill everyone?” You watched the silver haired woman on the screen and couldn’t help but think of the man beside you.

“That would mean she kills innocents and proves a point to her enemies that she is cruel like her father.” Aemond mused. 

His phone buzzed again.

“But she’s proven that she’s not. If anything, she’s shown restraint and empathy.” You argued, before a large smirk wound on your face, “Now that I look at her, you guys look similar. You’re more brooding though.”

“Brooding again.” Aemond huffed a laugh and you followed.

“Brooding and a chef. You won’t get any complaints from me.” You paused tilting your head and nodded to the screen, “If I was her I’d just kill everyone.”

“Spoken like a true tyrant.” 

“Tyrant of this apartment, and this apartment only. Maybe my office cubicle if my boss is being particularly slimy.”

Aemond hummed, “Larys giving you a hard time?”

You grimaced, “When does he not? I don’t know what your mum sees in him.” Aemond nodded in agreement, “At least I don’t work under Tyland Lannister, he would be a nightmare not even I could survive.” 

The thought of working under your ex’s brother made your skin crawl, you didn’t even want to think about it.

The table vibrated again, and then again. Aemond snatched up his phone, pale brows frowning as he looked at the screen. His lips twitched and you watched any inkling of the good mood he had been in disappear.

He threw his phone down on the table with more force than needed, the sound causing you to flinch.

“Who’s that? Don’t tell me Aegon’s stuck in some sorority bathroom again.” You tried to lighten the mood, teasing tone in your voice. 

Aemond’s cheek twitched and you watched as his hands flexed, “No one.” His voice came out almost like a growl.

You felt a pang of concern for him, “Are you ok?”

Aemond stood abruptly, grabbing his bowl and shoving his phone into his pocket roughly, “Drop it.”

You blinked up at him as he snatched your finished bowl and made his way to the kitchen. 

-

Over the next two days Aemond avoided you completely, leaving early and coming home late, opting to either eat outside of the house or in his room. His avoidance of the apartment came at a great relief as well as a disappointment.

You were back to square one, and you had a sneaking suspicion that his mood came from either his ex or news of his father. 

You had finally replied back to Helaena, shooting her an apology and then calling her after to tell her about work and see how she was doing. She sounded a bit shorter than usual, but she told you that being back with the family had been tense, and that her dad was not doing great.

You wished you could console her, hold her and let her cry, but you were stuck in the house with her brother and unable to go to her with the pile of work that was mounting on your desk. 

When she had asked about Aemond, your heart had raced in your chest, anxiety peaking as you lied and told her that he was nice enough but rarely home. You didn’t tell her about your kiss in the kitchen, or how his hand had gone up your dress, and guilt ate away at you because of this. 

You told yourself you would tell her, but not now. Not with everything else going on in her life. You couldn’t add another pile of flaming shit to the stress she was going through.

You would reap the consequences later.

After the third day had passed of Aemond avoidance of you, you found him in the kitchen that morning where you had found him on Monday, leant against the bench, coffee in hand, and a steaming mug of tea beside him. 

An apology. 

Or at least, one in his opinion.

He greeted you with a soft and rumbling ‘morning’ before he left to go on his run, leaving you with the tea. You stood leant against the bench and drank the brew that was perfectly steeped to your liking. 

Helaena must have told him how you liked it, or maybe he taken a good guess. Either way, you were gladdened for his shite apology and drank it happily.

You went to work and made sure to politely chew Gwayne out with multiple ‘per my last email’s and flooded him with rebooked meetings that were back to back for him to chase up on. He had come to your desk, leaning against it as he watched you and explained the reason for his absence, all the while Jasper pretended to not be listening in.

Gwayne often tried to ‘connect’ with you on a more personal level, but he annoyed you more than anything. He had this air around him that screamed ‘Trad Wife Fantasy’ and you were definitely not one to entertain that. Misogyny seemed to be ripe in the Hightower circles.

When you had got home that evening, Aemond was not, and so you began to heat up leftovers from the night before.

The apartment had felt cold despite the warmth outside, and you realised that the aircon had been left on for likely the whole day. You turned it off, making a note to check it before you leave in the mornings, chucking on an oversized jumper before sitting down to eat. 

You flicked on the tv to put a show on and zone out, needing to let your brain turn to mush after the long day, before finishing your meal and putting your dishes in the washer. You were curled up amongst the pillows with your jumper sleeves tucked over your hands when you heard keys be pushed into the door. 

Aemond entered the apartment, long silver hair shifting against his back as he sauntered in. His eye dropped to you on the couch and gave you a small nod. You nodded back, greeting him with a small ‘hey’ before going back to watching the television.

Aemond moved about the kitchen to make himself dinner and you scrolled through your phone, wondering if you should reply to Cregan’s text asking if you wanted to go out drinking with him and the boys that weekend.

The couch dipped beside you, Aemond having sat in the centre of the couch, thigh brushing against yours.

“What’re you watching?” He asked, face turned to the tv. 

You turned to look at Aemond’s, who’s attention was locked on the screen.

Everything about him was so severe. The way he spoke, the way he moved, the music he listened to, all way to how he interacted with others, and his features reflected it. His nose was long and sharp, and it matched his chin and jaw, his scar slicing through his eye to his cheek. 

But his lips were different. They weren’t sharp like the rest of him, they were soft. So soft, and the way he had held you in the kitchen was softer than you had expected he would have been. 

You had expected him to grip your neck roughly, whisper in your ear obscenities, shove you backwards into the shelves, and bend you over the bench to wrench your dress over your ass, and d-

His face turned to you as he asked you again, and you swallowed feeling heat rise in your cheeks, “Some show about a zombie apocalypse.” You answered.

Was it hot in here?

Why was it so hot all of a sudden?

Aemond hummed, lifting a long leg to cross over a knee, his thigh hovering above yours, as warmth from his body spread up through you, travelling straight to your gut. 

He smelt good. 

Spicy and dark, with a hint of cigarette hanging in the undertones.

Feeling suddenly warm, you gripped the underside of your jumper and lifted, pulling it up and over your head. Cool air met your stomach and chest, and you snapped a hand down to pull the shirt that had gotten caught in your jumper back over your skin. 

Shit.

One arm after the other, you took the jumper off in a flustered set of movements, chucking it onto the arm of the couch as you tried to hide the blush of your cheeks. 

Ok.

He hadn’t said anything.

Clearly he hadn’t seen otherwise he would have said something. It was Aemond, he would have been snarky and sarcastic or chastising. It’s fine. So fine. Totally fine. Not as if you didn’t just flash him. Not at all.

Everything was fine.

You sat for a moment, adjusting yourself against the couch cushions, suddenly not being able to get comfortable, feeling a shyness spread through your chest. You breathed shallowly. A peak couldn’t hurt. You let your head turn slightly to look at Aemond. 

His jaw was clenched, hand against his knee in a tight fist, small blush on his cheeks.

The couch vibrated and Aemond stiffened, this time not reaching to look at his phone. 

Okay. 

Maybe he had seen. 

Fuck.

You stood awkwardly, grabbing the discarded jumper. Aemond looked up, watching you, chest rising and falling slowly beneath his shirt.

“Gonna have a shower,” You blurted, watching his silver lashes blink up at you, “Unless you want first dibs?” 

Aemond shook his head and you moved away, walking straight to the bathroom. 

Your stomach was full of butterflies as you made your way to the bathroom, stripping quickly to turn on the shower and let the water run cold, trying to cool the rising heat inside of you.

You spent ample time in there, goosebumps erupting on your skin as you attempted to ignore the way the man in your lounge room stoked a fire within you.

But no matter how hard you tried, it didn’t work.

You turned off the shower and stepped out, looking over at the towel rack to grab your towel to dry yourself.

Nothing.

Fuck.

On the back of the door was Helaena’s lilac silk robe, something she always wore when you would do a girls night in, face masks and hair care, and painted nails with your favourite movie, always Pride and Prejudice (2005 version), and a bottle of red. You grabbed the robe off the rack and threw it over your body, the silk clinging to your wet skin.

You swung the door open to run to the linen closet and grab yourself a new towel, running straight into a warm and broad chest. Hands steadied your shoulders as you stumbled backwards, eyes snapping up to meet Aemond’s gaze.

His fingers were tight around your arms, clenched into your flesh as he looked down at you. You swallowed, breathing heavily as your heart raced, the air between you charged.

“You can let go of me now.” You breathed, still in his grip as he looked at you. 

His gaze darkened as his eye roamed down your body, and you felt heat brushing against your skin from it. Aemond’s gaze dropped further down still, hovering over your chest as he breathed heavily.

His fingers twitched and then skated down your arms to his side, raising goosebumps along your skin. He took a step back as you moved around him to open the linen cupboard, pulling down a towel. 

From behind you could still feel his eye roaming over you, warmth sliding down your spine and into your gut. You gave him a small and shy smile before you stepped back into the bathroom, towel held against your chest. 

Why was he staring at you like that?

You turned in the bathroom and caught your reflection in the mirror, you could now see why. 

The thin lilac silk had stuck to your wet skin, becoming almost sheer, patches of the wet robe clinging to your curves, whilst the rest was dry and soft. The dark of your nipples were revealed against the soft material, and the curve of your breast was visible.

You blushed deeply, taking off the robe to hang it back the door to dry as you towelled yourself down, dressing into some comfortable pyjamas to get ready for bed.

Anxiety nipped at you again.

Gods.

Had you just flashed him twice in one day?

What was he going to think of you?

He probably thought you were doing it on purpose. 

Deciding to go back out to the lounge room and swallow the embarrassment that sat heavily in the back of your throat, you trudged quietly into the room, Aemond sitting stiffly on the couch as he continued to watch the show that was still playing on the screen. 

When you sat beside him, his head had turned slightly to look at you, eye taking in your now clothed form, a blush spreading across your cheeks. You tucked your legs beneath you and began to watch it, still feeling his gaze solely on you, and no longer paying attention to whatever was on the screen.

“Did anyone die?” You asked, not daring to turn your head to fully face him, knowing that you would lose all composure once you did.

“Don’t think so.” Aemond’s voice was low and gravelly and it made you shift on the cushion.

You made an awkward sound in the back of your throat, an attempt at a laugh, but it came out more like a whine, “That’s good then, I don’t want to miss anything important.”

Aemond huffed, “You could have paused it.”

His shift in demeanour caught you off guard, “But you were watching it.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Then how do you know if anyone died?”

“I don’t.”

You turned your face to look at him annoyed, “Then why say no-one died?”

Aemond lifted a brow at you, lips beginning to pull down, “I didn’t say that at all. I said I didn’t think so.”

“That implies you were paying attention.” You argued, feeling annoyed at his snarky attitude again.

Aemond dragged an irritated hand through his hair, “I don’t care about your stupid fucking show. If you didn’t want to miss something, then maybe you should have been smart and paused it.” 

Your head reared back as you looked at him, his mood rapidly having soured, “What the fuck is your problem?”

The man let out a hollow laugh, “Fuck off.”

His phone vibrated in the couch cushions.

“No seriously dude. What is your deal? You’ve been on my dick ever since you moved in. I’m doing you a favour here.”

Anger flashed across the Targaryens face, his brows pulling down into a sneer as his scar crinkled across his cheek, “You think you’re doing me a favour?”

You were wrong, his lips could be sharp.

Buzz.

You turned on the couch to face him, “You’re the one who needed change. Who needed to leave Harrenhal and come back here. You took Helaena’s room so you could get settled and start fresh.”

“You don’t know anything about what I need.”

Buzz.

“You need to check your phone for a start, because whoever is messaging you is clearly desperate to get in touch. Maybe it’s Alys.”

The air in the room dropped, and Aemond’s face became stoney, as though he had pushed away all emotions to the back of his mind with cool practice. The way his posture had even changed looked as though he was on guard, ready to fight. 

Regret flooded you as you looked at him.

You felt immediately terrible, having crossed a line that should never had been crossed. You knew his break up with Alys was bad, and their relationship was not great, and you had just rubbed that in his face. 

“That was uncalled for, I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.” You apologised quietly, watching as his chest rose and fell jaggedly.

Aemond’s jaw was tensed, lips pursed together in a hard line as his eye narrowed on you, “Do you want to know what my problem is?” He leant forward, voice barely higher than a whisper. 

You swallowed.

“My problem is that I live with someone who parades herself half naked around the apartment, and brings home men to fuck her loudly, all night, like a tart.”

You blanched, anger rising up your throat, “A tart? Wow.” Your voice dropped, “That's low. Even for you, Aemond.”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know enough.” You sneered, standing from the couch to look down at him, “You have this ‘woe is me’ performance down to a T, when in reality you were born into a family of old money, not having to work a single day in your life, yet you still act as though you are downtrodden. You’re a spoilt, narcissistic asshole who looks down his purebred nose at people. You have more in common with Jason Lannister than you’d like to think.” You spun on your heel, anger bursting inside of you as you moved to storm away from the lounge room and into your bedroom. 

Aemond’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist tightly as he began to stand, “Is that what you really think?”

“It’s what I know. You’ve so far treated me as lesser than the dirt on the bottom of your shoe. You’ve got some serious social deficiencies, Aemond. Did Daddy not hug you enough as a child?” You mocked, striking him where you knew it would hurt the most. 

Fuck him.

Fuck being nice.

Arrogant, rich, prick.

Aemond straightened to his full height above you, looking down as he silently seethed. The air around you was charged, and the tension continued to mount as he watched you, eye locked on yours.

“Careful, bunny.”

“Stop fucking calling me that.”

“Why?” His voice dropped, “It’s what you like, isn’t it? Being called bunny, being treated rough. I could bend you over this couch right now and I bet you’d be soaked.”

Your eyes widened, breath stilling in your chest.

Aemond took another step forward, dropping your wrist, “I’m right aren’t I? You act out like this because you want to be put in your place. You want to be a brat so daddy will fuck you, don’t you?”

A chill ran down your spine as he loomed above you, “Don’t you?”

You swallowed thickly, eyes narrowing, “Fuck you.”

Aemond chuckled, “I bet you’d love that.” His hand moved swiftly, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, tingles rippling down your neck.

His hand kept going, brushing through your hair softly, before he gripped a large chunk harshly at the nape of your neck. 

A shocked gasp fell from your lips.

“Answer me.”

“No.”

Defiant until the end.

“No?” His brows raised, “Then if I check, you wouldn’t be dripping right now, would you?”

You raised your head in false bravado, a blush creeping across your skin, standing as impossibly still as you could. Challenging him.

Aemond hummed, spinning you around by the grip on your hair, swiftly bending you over the arm of the couch. A cry fell from your lips as your hips and stomach collided with the edge, hands gripping the side to catch yourself.

Your heart was beating against your ribs as you shifted in anticipation, the heat of Aemond’s body loomed behind you as he bent over you, lips coming to beside your ear.

“Now, if I check, and you are wet, you’re in trouble.” He purred.

You squirmed, his hand tugging on your tendrils sending pleasure down your spine and straight to your core. He chuckled, and you whined again, feeling one of his large palms skate down your side agonisingly slow before he reached your pyjama bottoms. 

Aemond’s long fingers dipped beneath the elastic and paused for a moment, as though he was giving you a second to say no. But you said nothing, eyes focused on the cushion in front of you as he tugged the shorts down in one swift yank.

Aemond tutted behind you, dragging one long finger to swipe through your folds. Your back arched as you whined, teasing pleasure rippling up through you.

You could feel how wet you were, and your thighs rubbed together in anticipation of what was to come. 

He clicked his tongue at you, “You’re soaked.” Aemond’s hand left your core and you turned your head to look at him, watching as he brought the slick finger up to his lips to suck. 

Your lips parted as your watched, his eye sliding shut as he licked his finger clean, humming. 

“So sweet.” He cooed, “But I was right.” His voice lowered, and he loomed back over you, looking into your eye as his face hardened, “You’ve been such a brat tonight.”

You shook your head, tilting your hips back towards him, biting your lip as you looked at him. A smirk wound on his face as he watched you, hand moving back between your thighs where they instantly found your bud. 

He pressed into it meanly, and a sharp cry fell from your lips.

“Shut up.” He hissed, diving two long fingers into your core with no warning. 

Your eyes clenched shut as he immediately began to fuck his digits in and out of you, delicious stretch blooming within as the lewd sound of your wetness was all to be heard over your shallow breaths. 

Aemond stayed bent over you, watching your face contort with pleasure as you tried to keep your moans inside, biting your lip roughly. 

It was so hard.

Every drag of his fingers found the soft spongey spot within you with practised precision and without mercy, roughly pressing into it with each thrust of his hand, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine and heat to settle in your gut. 

“So quiet now.” He teased, “Where’s that attitude gone?”

“Fuck you.” You grit through your teeth panting, eyes half lidded.

Aemond huffed, straightening up to his full height as his other hand pressed down on your lower back, pinning you to the couch arm. His hand began to fuck into you rapidly, slick leaking down your thighs as you writhed beneath his grip, coil beginning to tighten. 

A broken moan fell erupted from your lips as the knuckles of his hand beat harshly against your clit, pain and pleasure being pulled through you in equal measure. The pain eventually being overridden by the euphoria that he was pulling from you. 

Your walls tightened around his fingers and you felt him shift, the width of his other hand spreading widely across your back as he knelt behind you. You squeaked, trying to move, feeling suddenly shy, which earnt you a particularly harsh swat against the flesh of your ass.

“Stay still.” Aemond growled, and you did, feeling the warm of his breath at your core. 

Your legs shook as his fingers were pulled from within, and you heard him lap at his digits once more, humming almost pornagraphically. 

“Such a dirty, little girl. So wet and wanting for daddy, aren’t you? Such a slut.”

You mewled, hips shifting upwards, trying to take his fingers back inside of you. 

You were so close, so fucking close. 

Aemond leant forward, and dragged a wide stripe with his tongue up through your folds, humming as he moved, his sharp nose pressing into your backside. 

“Fuck.” You whined, jolting forward.

Aemond’s hands grabbed your cheeks and spread them wide in a bruising grip before he dived between your folds, licking and sucking at your pearl with no abandon, your release coming closer and closer with every swipe of his skilled tongue.

He moaned as he lapped at your arousal, tongue dipping between your folds to collect it straight from the source. Aemond’s fingers dug into your flesh meanly as you whined, hips jerking backwards, chasing your release. He held you still, fucking you with his tongue as your climax hurtled towards you. 

“Please.” You begged, fingers gripping the couch for dear life, knuckles going white.

Aemond paused and pulled back, “Please what?” He asked coyly.

You groaned, “Please make me cum.”

“But you don’t deserve that, do you? You’ve been a bitch all night, haven’t you?”

You whined, pushing your hips back as you felt him stand behind you again, “Not true.” You argued pathetically, “You were mean first.”

Aemond’s hand pulled your head back by your hair, eye boring into your own, “You haven’t seen mean at all, princess.”

His fingers pressed back into your walls, head still wrenched back painfully as he fucked his hand into you harder and faster than before, the coil within winding rapidly.

“Fuck. Fuck. Aemond, fuck.”

“Not my name.” He yanked on your hair, pain pulling at your scalp, “What’s my name?”

“Aemond.” You breathed jaggedly, last bit of cheekiness coming through.

His hand stilled inside of you, “No.”

You wriggled and whined, trying to push yourself back to fuck yourself on his fingers. His grip in your hair tightened again, preventing you from making any movements as he kept his fingers still. 

A warning.

You swallowed the last of your pride, and whimpered, “Daddy.”

“Good girl.” Aemond cooed, his hand began to fuck into you again, thumb curling beneath to press into your bud and rub with every thrust, “Beg.”

You whined, biting your lips as pleasure began to mount, your release so close you could begin to feel the peak.

“Beg.” He growled again, thrusts getting harder.

“Please,” You sobbed out, “Please let me cum. Please let me cum, daddy.”

“There, that wasn’t so hard was it?” He mocked, fucking his hand into you as fast as he could go.

The swirling of his thumb combined with his fingers moving rapidly, caused heat to bloom through your gut as your breath held in your chest. It was all too much, and the coil within wound pathetically fast as his skilled hand brought you to your peak. 

“There you go.” He cooed from behind, feeling your walls clench around his digits, “Good girl.”

You came with a cry, hips pressing backwards into his hand as he fucked you through your climax, drawing out each and every inch of pleasure that he could. The room was filled with your moans and whines, the wet sound of your heat engulfing his fingers behind you.

Aemond slowed his thrusts down as you slumped against the arm of the couch, mind going fuzzy as pleasure coursed through your veins. Aemond removed his fingers carefully, wiping your slick on the inside of your thighs as you felt him look down at you.

Buzz.

You breathed heavily, lost in bliss as a small smile wound on your cheeks. You heard him chuckle behind you at the sight. Completely fucked out on the couch. And only with his hands and mouth.

Buzz.

“You gonna get that?” You sighed dreamily, pants still pushed down to your knees as lay slumped in a daze. 

Buzz.

You turned your head to look at Aemond as he pulled out his phone in agitation, face scowling at the screen. You moved to sit on the arm of the couch, pulling your shorts up as you looked at him scrolling through his notifications.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly, feeling concern at seeing his sudden change in nature, “Is it your dad?”

His cool gaze flicked to your face, and you felt the warmth that had once surrounded you grow cold. It was like he had flicked a switch, “How about you mind your own business.” He scowled.

You furrowed your brows at him, “Woah, relax. I just wanted to know if you were okay.”

Aemond scoffed, shoving his phone back into his back pocket, “Are you always this overbearing?”

You blanched.

What the fuck?

Buzz.

“What?” You said in disbelief, brows furrowing. 

“Oh, please.” He growled angrily, “Making me dinner, asking after me all the time. If I had known you were that desperate-“

“-Desperate?” 

A flash of regret washed over Aemond’s face. He sighed through his nose and stepped towards you, “Y/n, I-“

“Don’t.” You held a hand up, feeling tears begin to prickle at your eyes standing on shaky legs, “This was a mistake.”

Aemond’s face dropped.

The silver haired man sighed again, “If you would just l-“

“If you treated Alys half as bad as this, it’s no wonder she left you.” You snapped, watching as his jaw tensed, feeling an ache bloom in your chest, “You have no regard for anyone else but yourself, and what we just did was a lapse in my judgement. I thought that you-“ You paused and swallowed, not bothering to finish what you were going to say.

Aemond stood deathly still as you sped past him, not waiting for his response as you fled to your bedroom, slamming your door shut behind you. You crawled immediately into the sheets, tears finally falling from your eyes as you cried softly, turning onto your side to curl in on yourself. 

You felt used.

If there was one thing that you knew, it was that Aemond was not a good person, no matter what Helaena said.

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[kylatheshark]

Doma headcanons(ALOT OF NSFW BECAUSE HES A H0RNY MF and also red text means NSFW and purple text is fluffy stuff)

HORNY AF AND WILL FUCK YOU HARD ANYWHERE AT ANYTIME

When he’s not fucking you he’s either doing cult stuff or cuddling with you

When fucking you he will either blindfold you and/or tie you up

Will NEVER gag you because he just loves your moans

If you are doubting your looks or shape he will compliment you a million times because he doesn’t want his girlfriend/boyfriend to doubt themselves!

Loves to pull your hair during sex

He has a pain and size kink and as well as a daddy kink

50% sadist 50% masochist

Dominant 100%

“Are you gonna be a good girl/boy for daddy?~”

[takkarulz]

The Upper Moons order pizza for dinner head cannons!

Muzan

-He just ordered it because his wife and his kid wanted it.

-He orders a bit of everything the restaurant offers since he can pay it. Even the overpriced drinks and desserts.

-As soon as the pizza delivery man arrives he transform him into a demon, just for the fun of it.

-"What happen with the pizza guy daddy?" Ask his daughter confused after seeing the delivery guy trying to eat their neighbors. "Oh, don't worry, he must be just a bit confused, that's all. Anyway, who wants pizza?"

-A few moments after that dinner the Demon Slayer Corps arrive and kill the pizza delivery demon.

Daki and Gyutaro

-They actually did not order any pizza at all, they just stole it from a Daki co worker that already paid for it. Daki pretends to be her and gives a little tip to the delivery guy to apear a nice girl.

-Daki is actually disappointed when she discover that the her coworker had ordered pizza with pineapple on it and cries about it (she hates pineapple pizza).

-Gyutaro calms her down and says that he is gonna eat all the pineapples of her pizza and give her all the ham that his pizza has (he loves pineapple pizza a little too much).

-They fight for the last slice; until Gyutaro decides to just give it to Daki (he does not like to see her angry).

-After a while the woman who actually ordered the pizza try to ask Daki what the hell happen with her pizza. Daki just kills her and eats her.

-If anyone asks for that woman Daki will claim that she ran away with the pizza delivery guy.

Gyokko

-He orders it just because he found a discount coupon on one of his victims pockets and wants to try a new experience.

-He asks for all the ingredients posible to be included on the pizza.

-The pizza delivery guy faints after seeing Gyokko's twisted face getting out of a vase.

-Gyokko, does not care about it; he just eats the delivery guy and uses the pizza for a new artistic project.

Hantengu

-He is shaking and crying of fear while ordering the pizza at the phone.

-He does not know what kind of pizza to order and every suggestion of the menu just confuses him more.

-After one hour he chooses the first option they suggested him (pepperoni pizza).

-He does not want to get out of his house when the delivery guy arrives with the pizza. He is too afraid to get out.

-The pizza delivery guy thinks it was a prank and goes away, leaving Hantegu without pizza.

-Hantegu uses his clones to chase him down and letting him eat the pizza.

-The clones kill the delivery guy and get the pizza for Hantengu but then they all star fighting between themselves for it.

-Hantengu cries in the corner unable to eat his pizza.

Akaza

-He orders something big, full of meat and veggies.

-Also he asks for hot sauce and many complements, like chips and garlic bread.

-He won't eat the delivery person if is a woman. Instead he will tip her the 50% and thank her for her services.

-Even if the pizza delivery guy is male, Akaza will probably not eat him because it will be a boring way to eat someone.

-Since demons don't actually need to eat anything aside of humans, he would give the pizza to a women's shelter or an orphanage.

-However he would probably eat the garlic bread with hot sauce because it is way too tasty.

Doma

-He orders like 20 boxes of pizza, each one of a different flavor.

-When the pizza delivery man arrives, Doma just smiles and compliments them for arriving fast.

-Tries to make them join his sect (but he is rejected).

- Anyway, he eats the pizza delivery man before he gets any chance to go away.

-Doma gives the pizza away to his cult followers claiming that it is a miracle that he made.

-The cult praises him, while Doma laughs inside thinking that now his followers will get more fat and tasty to eat.

-Probably he would just grab a slice of one pizza to see if it is tasty.

-And it is, cuz it is pizza Margherita and that is the best pizza in the fucking world!

Kokushibo

-Kokushibo picks the pizza backwards making himself 100% that the pizza man wasn't able to see his six eyes.

-Kokushibo just eats the pizza in the dark meditating about the past.

-For some odd reason he ordered the vegan pizza option and lots of garlic bread.

-Does not tip the pizza delivery guy.

-Strangely enough, the pizza delivery guy gets away unharmed.

[viridiave]

So I've been playing Octopath Traveler 2 again. In Japanese. From the start. All over again. We know how this goes-

Temenos - god all you need to know is that if you thought he sounded gay as fuck in English he's even gayer in Japanese (Akira Ishida-isms?) BUT I have also heard a few of his more emotional lines in JP and uh - let's just say. He's a LOT better at screaming in JP. ENG Temenos is a hell of a lot more sarcastic tho he's a funny man

Ochette - so no shot to her English performances but god. I love her Japanese voice. She's the right amount of genki and quirky without sounding like a child and dkskkd ok I think she sounds cuter in JP come at me

Osvald - oh bless you Alejandro Saab I didn't know you were so good at grunting in a million different ways - tbh I can say the same for his JP voice actor but am I insane or does he sound softer in Japanese. Both of them are daddy tho vmfnfn

Throné - GOD I LOVE BOTH OF HER VOICES. Throné has the same Therion quirk in Japanese in that she'll switch between her serious voice and acting voice on a DIME and it's so pleasing to hear. I also appreciate how deep her voice sounds in both iterations UGH step on me lady

Castti - so earlier I said Teme was better at screaming in Japanese. I can say the same thing about Castti but for crying. It actually hurts my soul to hear her sound so lost. The only thing missing from her JP performance is that she can't say tHESE H A N D S

Hikari - I shall also say that Hikari is better at crying in Japanese! What the fuck I actually FELT that strangled scream he does when Tsuki dies in his arms and now I'm just thinking 'jesus boy I am sorry that you probably have constant nightmares about this night ala Olberic Eisenberg' - and uh Howard Wang is fine ig - I like his ENG voice a lot but JP Hikari. That emotion-

Partitio - Gotta say my hat's off to his English performance here fkdmdm his cowboy swag has charmed me completely. I can't really differentiate his JP voice from Alfyn's so - and I like the JP Alfyn 'I can crush your spine but won't anyway how are you doin fren' voice but it's also not that distinct vmfmf - Partitio's little stutters in English are also just. Chef's kiss

Agnea - I love her in both languages! Even if I do think her English performance is a lot better at the 'oh me accent's slipping' thing - I also appreciate that she doesn't sound like Tressa despite being the same age! Agnea actually sounds a lot older than her but retains the bright-eyed energy

BONUS ROUND

Crick - so I found out that Stephen Fu also voices Doma from Demon Slayer and I just. God I can't unhear Crick's protests of being called little lamb huh. I think I prefer it over his JP voice tho dkdkd but I appreciate the shonen protag energy in JP his screaming in battle has charmed me

Malaya - UGH. LADY. LADYYYYY. TOUGH LADY CAN BREAK MY NECK AND I WOULD THANK HER FOR IT - is what I would say for mostly JP Malaya like hot damn I was unprepared. I'm all for 'gently watches over Castti with a soft tired pining voice' Malaya in English though bless her soul

[blueparadis]

❝ How they like when you cock warm them?❞ + Demon Slayer :: [ Tengen,Sanemi,Obanai,Giyuu, Kyojuro, Shinjuro, Gyomei,Akaza,Doma, Yorichii]

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๑Tengen: “You're always so ready for me”, he speaks as he sinks you his fat aroused cock staring at your stretching hole. It hasn't been long yet he is just so very restless and why wouldn't he be? You're sitting on his lap, naked. Your boobs pressed against his chest while his broad fingers roam all over your back sending shots of euphoria making you roll your eyes white. You kiss him along the neckline, sucking with utmost devotion while he squeezes your ass cheeks at intervals nudging your sweet spot, and pushing his cock deeper making you bite onto his skin harder. “Oh baby, if you keep doing this, I'll cum soon”, Tengen coos, his husky voice making your head all mushy. “huh?”, you barely manage to mumble looking at him from a side, your head is rested on the cave of his shoulders. Eyes shutting from exhaustion, lips puffed after placing wet sucks and bites all over his chest and neck. His dark red orbs scan your features and then, he snaps, “Ah! Fuck it!”, he yells swiftly placing you underneath him, towering over you to thrust. “I wanna feel this womb with my cum now”, he says rashly whispering, kissing over the bulge over your belly button, slipping his hands under the valley of your waist, bucking his hips to rut deep inside you.

๑ Sanemi : “I can't take it, mmmgh”, he complains as you move your hips in circles, his hands being busy with something else entirely, your boobs. He whines and groans at your every move feeling his cock twitch each time, thinking of emptying his balls into your begging cunt. “You're a real piece of work”, he breaths heavily to which you reply, “why thank you!” making him grit his teeth. He hates it, he hates the sensation of letting you win in all these moments. He uses both his hands to keep you in place when he fondles your boobs making you moan. He loves to hear your voice under his touch; it's almost magical. He bucks his hips, thrusting a lot in making you feel his leaking cock. “no no no don't cum”, you warn but he pulls you in his embrace, your boobs rubbing against his sweaty chest coating your insides with spurs of cum, panting, gasping saying, “that was amazing, baby...”, he pulls out watching his seed gush out of your gaping hole.

๑ Obanai : “Stop squirming so much, angel”, he says as he peppers kiss all over your chest. His hands are wrapped around your waist and back so that you don't move much. You're so restless, sitting on his lap, having his cock inside your cunt. He lets out a chuckle saying, “ready?”, to which you don't respond. You're about to rest your head on his sweaty shoulders but he clamps his lips around your boobs, sucking and biting. “Ahh—ah-ah”, you gasp feeling his tongue circle around your hard nipples. His other hand reaches your lonely boob, fondling, pressing your nipples while his lips are busy with the other. Shutting your eyes out you scream feeling the spasm over your feminity. “that's it angel, cream over my cock”, he says heavily panting. His hoarse voice is enough to make you cum, coat his hard cock with white fluid. He giggles, eyes half-lidded, lips puffed and wet saying, “Fuck you're so beautiful when I'm inside you”

๑ Giyuu : Giyuu has been marking all over your upper body while holding your arms to keep you in position. You're so needy, so prepared for him as if your hole is just made for his cock to fit. It fits perfectly touching your sweet spot every time he moves, even a little. He lets you, guides you to bounce on his cock after a certain point when he is done marking you, leaving bruises over your boobs and neckline. “Ah! Fuck I'm gonna cum”, he adds. His words are perfectly formed even though you hardly have the energy to speak. You only can hum in response making him chuckle, making him feel the pleasure of devouring your senses. “yea daddy! Mmgh—Stretch my hole and breed me Daddy.", you blurt out being drowned in the heat of the moment making his jaw-drop. “you sure baby girl?", he asks diving his hands through your hair making you face him, his hunger to make you his and only his. You nod like a good girl with an “mmhmm” making him softly chuckle before he kisses you, calming your volcanic nerves.

๑ Kyojuro : “open up, I need this”, his voice slurred while you lick your lips before taking his cock into your mouth. He is exhausted bone-tired to let you sit on his cock, let alone bounce on it. He groans in satisfaction, eyes shutting in shots of relaxation resting his head on the headboard of the bed as you slide your tongue up and down along his sides. His tip leaking with precum makes you pause as you rub your nose over his warm thighs. “you're so good for me baby”, he praises making you grin before shoving his cock deep into your mouth, reaching down your throat. “now then, ready to drink daddy's cum?”, he asks groping onto your boobs as you suck on his cock with occasional laps of licks.

๑ Shinjuro : “It's —hmph— not gonna fit daddy”, you whimper underneath him, tears sedimenting at the corner of your eyes as he pushes his cock inside your sweet cunt, bending you over the kitchen table just after he came out of the shower. “Don't worry princess, I'll make it fit!”, he whispers taking a cluster of your hair strands and shoving his cock with brute force reverberating spams all over your body. You gasp as he pulls you closer, groping your tits making you moan like a bitch in the heat. He slightly nudges your chin to make you tilt your face to his way and you can barely stand yet alone keep your eyes focused on him. Shinjiro sucks your lips with a long groan as your juicy walls clench around his cock. Sitting on the couch, your legs stretched apart over his thighs; your back pressed against his heaving chest as he plays with your clit folds.

๑ Gyomei : “Oh Fuck! This is so good! —mmmgh—yeah so good”, he hisses as he shoves his dick inside of your mouth. You're on your knees, sucking along the sides of his cock when it's coated with precum. He groans and moans like a man sult as you push his cock into your mouth, touching your throat walls, aching and burning. You could feel your juices leaking slowly, coating your clit folds as you run your tongue over his girth. He pulls out making you gasp, rubbing your lips harshly wiping off his precum mixed with your saliva. “Good girl", he praises before crouching down to kiss your puffed lips. And as he does his hands reach down to your belly into your underwear touching your wet folds making you moan. “This is good”, he speaks pressing you against the carpet slipping his cock inside you and you took it like a good girl as he starts to regulate his exhales and inhales resting his head on your chest.

๑ Akaza : Akaza sucks on your nipples making you bite on your lips to keep the moans down. It's your fault to be in front of him, wearing a mini skirt and a shirt from which your lacy bra peeked a little. And now he is pressing you up against the wall hands intertwined as he sucks the hell out of you. “c'mon look at me”, he says tucking your skirt along the strap of your waistline to make you sit on his lap. “you thought you'd get away with this?hmm?”, he asks pushing his fat cock inside you without prepping you much. “How many times have I told you not to come in my lair like this! huh?”, he tartly asks slapping over your ass cheeks making you gasp out a hard moan. “I just miss you, your touch, your scent baby!", you whisper earning a slap hard enough that hit your sweet spot. “Fine!", he adds kissing you sucking your lips exclaiming, “Show me how much you missed me!" and cocks his head aside. You undress your upper body and he simply watches you resting his chin on his palm. You get rid of your skirt and start to rigger your hips having his cock twitch inside your cunt. He clicks his tongue watching you try to get as much friction, biting your lips, shutting your eyes. “Sit tight!”, he orders and taps on the bell on his desk. Before the room gets filled with people for whatsoever meeting he places his black suit over your naked body and whispers, “Just this once please!” Yes, he likes to show off his woman like a trophy he owns.

๑ Doma : “you are such a slut”, he says as you cream over his cock. The feel of pleasure dripping down his cock makes him groan. He is lazy, doesn't like to move much so he knots your hands behind you with his tie. You're seated, pussy stuffed with his cock gummy walls clenching around it as he throws back his head on the headrest of the couch. You lean forward to place soft kisses over his chest, biting over his muscles, sucking his nipples making him moan out loud. He jolts up in position as you bite upon his nipples. Palming your face he pushes his tongue inside your mouth, bucking his hips to hit your sweet spot. You whimper as he continues to take your breath away by sucking onto your lips. “I'm gonna breed this pretty womb, make you mine, angel”, he coos embracing you as he empties his balls inside you. He swiftly shifts you over the couch, watching you moan and your cum mixed with his dripping from your aching hole.

๑ Yorichii : “Stop it. Stop—nigh gonna cum”, he yells as you let him breathe breaking the kiss. He is played over the bed as his cock hardens inside your walls. He moans feeling your walls clenching around his cock. “you want me to pull out?”, you whisper rubbing your cheeks against his to relax his breathing. “No - no it's good: it's all good babe", he replies switching positions without pulling out, leaving you in utmost surprise. You palm his face watching his lips spread across his digits. “You thought I was gonna wuss out?hmmm?”, he whispers kissing on your cheeks, forehead. He rewards you with a deep kiss while adjusting his cock inside you to rut deep, soak your walls with his seed pinning your hands above your head. You giggle as you he breaks the kiss saying, “you're so eager to please me today” to which he doesn't reply but starts to thrust with a great force earning a trail of groans, making a moaning mess out of you, watching you boobs bob at a rhythmic pace.

[high-and-away]

FFXIVWrite 2022, Prompt #2: Bolt

"--fucking nerve of you, hunting me down like this, absolutely unbelievable--" Gregorio rem Castellus lets the indignation crash around him like a frothing wave. Trying to lock horns and argue Titus into compliance would be an exercise in futility. It's easiest to let him thrash his way through being wound up and tire himself out. Yes, he's on a tear now. No, he can't keep it up forever. The trick is to catch him after he runs out of steam and not let him skitter off under a rock to sulk. For that, all Gregorio has to do is wait, and Gregorio prides himself on being patient. Unless Titus slams the door in his face. That would be something of an obstacle to what he's attempting to do.

"--had an onze of respect for--" Rising to the bait increases the risk of that happening. Not that that's ever been in his nature; where Titus works himself into a state and splutters furiously a bit before fleeing, Gregorio digs in his heels and starts nailing things down. Let Titus keep angrily whisper-berating him. He can resume his efforts to rescue his charming, impulsive, pathologically flighty little brother from total estrangement when he stops to inhale. "--just refuse to even contemplate listening when I ask to be left alone--" Okay. That's something Gregorio can't not respond to; it would sit there and throb, inflamed, if he didn't. He lifts a hand: stop. "The last thing I knew," he says, "things were a bit strained with Cornelia. And now I'm back from the Far East, and she told me to go fuck myself when I rang, and you've moved and are refusing to speak to anyone. Why wouldn't I check on you?" "Because it's none of your bloody business," hisses Titus, and Gregorio finds himself stamping down on the urge to point out how fucking ridiculous that sounds coming from a man approaching thirty. "We're all worried about you, Ty. It's been three years of us trying to break radio silence." You've pushed everyone away and I don't like it. "Wouldn't you be concerned if one of us did that?" Do you have any idea how much Mum's cried over you? "Don't you dare fucking start," Titus spits, but there's less venom in it than there might be, less heat in the anger he's stoked. "Don't you dare." The longer he stands there behind the cracked front door, fuming, the worse he looks; his shirt is catastrophically wrinkled, there's stubble blurring the outlines of his thin moustache, and even his third eye looks sunken and bruise-shadowed. Bad nights bleeding into bad days, over and over, for who knows how long. "Ty," asks Gregorio, as calmly and evenly as he can, "What happened? I'm not going to judge you or--" And that's a mistake, because Titus flushes, and Gregorio realizes too late that he has a pretty good idea of what happened, and that the only thing that's ever made his brother go blotchy like that is shame. He's misstepped, badly, and all the good intentions in the world aren't going to save him from being told to get in his little boat and fuck off back to Doma. Maybe he deserves it. Good going, Greg, great job fixing things-- "Daddy?" a small voice asks from the depths of the apartment, and Titus freezes on the brink of a blistering rebuke like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Despite his best efforts, Gregorio's eyebrows make a bid for his hairline. It's interesting, watching someone he's known for most of his life simply deflate in a way he's not used to seeing. If he were more imaginative, he might fancy that he's watching Titus's feet go flying out from under him. Fascinating, really. Like a funeral for his dignity compressed into a few seconds. The silence lingers for a moment, tight enough to strangle, before Titus exhales quietly and it ebbs away. "I think you'd better come in," he says, subdued, and pulls the door open.

[lampeso]

Hey hey hey!! So this year I’m finally going to participate in kinktober, it seems pretty fun, so I hope you enjoy the stuff I wrote along with it :’)

And some information about how I write. The characters will have the kink (meaning that the kink will be used on Y/N) and not Y/N(except the cross dressing one because how the fuck do you cross dress a genderless character). AND DON’T JUDGE ME FOR WHAT I GAVE THEM, I RANDOMLY PICKED!! so yeah uh hope you enjoy :’)!!

(P.S I’ll usually upload them at weird ass times but always before 12 A.M :D)

Master-list:

1st day is Doma with Dacryphila ( ・∇・)

Ok this bitch would love seeing you cry, like it probably brings a actual fucking smile to his face.

2nd Day shall be Dazai Osamu with a breeding kink (//∇//)

OK PLEASE HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE, he may want to die right but that doesn’t mean he wants his legacy to die with him.

3rd day is Mr. Chuuya Nakahara and he gets overstimulation (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Have you seen this bitch, of course he’s into overstimulation like he bro…

4th day is Gojo Satoru and thick thighs （≧∇≦）

He honestly looks like he would fucking love thick thighs, like broo tell me he doesn’t.

5th day is upper moon two or known as Akaza and blindfolding (´∀｀)

Bruh I don’t know why but I think that he would just love it if you can’t see, nor expect what he’s going to do to you!

6th day is miss Mitsuri Kanroji and phone sex (=^▽^)σ

Ok listen she’d probably get bored and wanna try this at work and stuff

7th day is Licorice Cookie (human) and a size kink (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

Idfk how this is going to work but uh, I guess he would just like knowing he’s big or some shit.

8th day is my boy lilac cookie and sweet talking (*´◒`*)

Uh I think that he would be a sweet talker, I mean like have you seen him?

9th day is Toji Fushiguro with cross dressing ٩( ᐛ )و

I mean,, I think he would just like to feel a bit feminine ever once in a while, I also think that he thinks that he is hot af as a girl!

10th day is sir Keaya and his daddy kink ٩( 'ω' )و

Oh Lordy lord, do I even have to explain? I just feel this kink radiating off of him!

11th day is the demon king himself! Muzan who has a collar with your name on it (*⁰▿⁰*)

This bitch would probably like to control you in every way possible even if that way is putting you on a leash!

12th day is the stone hashira Gyomei Himejima with marking (。-∀-)

Ok bud, listen he may not be able to see, but he wants other people to see that you are his!!

13th day will be Snake boy Obanai Iguro with Pyrophiliacs （ ; ; ）

I don’t even know what to say about this one, I guess he just likes causing havoc even in the bedroom!

14th day is Sukuna and drugging, wowza (^_^;)

He’s the curse king, of course he’s finna do bad things like bro what would stop this bitch? but at least he’s hot while doing it~!!

15th day is our lovely mistress Nakime with begging ╰(*´︶`*)╯

This cool girl would definitely make you beg like, ahhh she’s a cool ass bitch!!

16th day is Esdeath who is going to be a dominate bitch ヽ(´▽｀)/

I don’t know much about Esdeath because I’m doing her on a request, but from what I do know she is a dominant girl!!!

17th day is our upper moon 6 Gyutaro and he’ll be into edging o(^o^)o

He honestly looks and acts like he’d be into stuff like edging, but who can blame him!

18th day is my big man Kokushibo who is into gagging (°▽°)

Um so, I guess that he would just like you making that much noise, I mean he doesn’t make that much so he probably wouldn’t want you to make that much noise to!!

19th day is our girl boss Baal / The Raiden Shogun who gets mutual masturbation (=^▽^)σ

I mean, she probably is into mural masturbation like have you seen the way she acts? Yeahhhh…

20th day is Twice (Jin bubaigawara) who is definitely into Knife Play ♪( ´▽｀)

Do I even have to explain this? He’s a villain, a villain with as much trauma as him he probably has a bunch more twisted kinks.

21st day is one of our favorite killers Isaac Foster with cockwarming @(・●・)@

This is understandable isn’t it? I cant explain why I think he likes it, I just feel like he does!

22nd day we have Uzui Tengen being a sadist ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Bro he honestly just gives off the vibes of a sadist. Like tell me he doesn’t, you can’t can you?

23rd day is going to be the all mighty rock archon, Zhongli! He will be into hair pulling (*'▽'*)

Guys I fucking swear that he is into hair pulling like why wouldn’t he be?

24th day is our Canadian childe Thoma!!! He will be a masochist in the fic \(//∇//)\

He’s already submissive and breedable so the fact that he got this one flabbergasted me! But yeah that bitch is so submissive~!

25th day is our cake cookie guy, Red Velvet Cookie! In this he will be into getting praise ♪( ´▽｀)

I mean like, why wouldn’t he! He’s a pretty confident fella so I imagine that he would wanna be praised for his strength!

26th day is going to be Mr dilf cookie or better known as Almond cookie! Who probably likes bondage (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)!!

Oml, I swear this bitch would love to see you all tied up in rope! like he would get rock hard, ah!!!

27th day is our burning hot hashira, Rengoku kyojuro! Our fire man will love lingerie o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o♡

Eeee! I swear this spicy man would love to see you in some fancy ass lingerie!! I swear this bitch would evaporate if he saw you!!

28th day is our favorite ginger! Childe!! Who’s kink shall be publicity ʕ•̫͡•ʔ!!

Ahhh! He definitely would have this one, like tell me a reason why he wouldn’t!

29th day is our favorite job hopper Shin Tsukimi (Sou Hiyori)! Is paired with erotic dancing @(・●・)@

I don’t know that much about him but he just gives off those vibes! Tell me he doesn’t. He’ll probably like it if he doesn’t have to pay lol.

30th day will be your friendly and local police officer Keiji Shinogi! With the kink of blood play!! (o^^o)

Ok I get that he’s a police and shit but, that doesn’t stop him from having a bit of fun with blood iykyk!

AND FOR THE LAST DAY WE GET ENMU WHO WILL BE A SUBMISSIVE BITCH ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／

Do I really have to even explain this one? Hopefully not!

AND THATS MY MASTER LIST BITCHESS WOO HOPE YOU ENJOY MY KINKTOBER

[vergess]

G'raha/Alisaie?

(you mentioned in a review on when I kissed the teacher that you had feelings about them. Gimme gimme!) - @littlelordalphinaud

I think G'raha/Alisaie is an under utilized ship. I know it's because people prefer WOL ships for both, and I don't begrudge them that.

But in a post Shadowbringers world, I just like the idea of them bonding over being Red Coded Love Interests.

Plus they're the same age post ShB which is SO FUNNY to me. Raha entered stasis at 22 iirc, when Alisaie was late 16. Since then Alisaie has added 3 years (hw,sb,shb) materially and an extra 2ish from absurd time shenanigans, putting her at 21.

And YET! Like Raha, Alisaie's body and age are mismatched. Raha is simultaneously 22 and 130, and Alisaie is 16 and also 21. More opportunity to bond.

They also:

Were (are?) ludicrously in love with WOL

Have the same deeply accursed sleep and eating habits

Enjoy dunking on nerds in spite of being S Tier Nerdlords themselves

Dangerously and disproportionately combat capable

Red

Daddy issues

Weird incest vibes involving foreign twins (the allag twins, the Leveilleur twins)

Take on the burden of both combat and care for those around them in spite of not wanting that responsibility (Alisaie and tempering, doma, light poisoning; G'raha and Allag, the First, the Umbral Eighth Era)

Now with all this in mind, go rewatch the cutscenes where 1) they get into a bitch fit over being suicidally in love with the WOL in SHB and 2) they fall asleep together outside the library in EW.

I think the resolved their UST with the wol by fucking each other, and! It! Worked!!

@littlelordalphinaud

[domilie]

@soullsevered​   :   i’m     drunk,     i’m     not     blind.

                    and     yet     he     never     sees     what     you     do     for     him     ,     for     all     of     them.     you     and     him     weren’t     any     different     from     one     another     ,     two     sides     of     the     same     fucked     up     family     coin     holding     yourselves     together     by     a     thin     thread     always     threatening     to     snap.     family     had     to     look     out     for     family     ,     so     you     place     a     hand     on     his     shoulder     ,     it’s     gentle     ,     understanding     ,     perhaps     a     little     sloppy.     you     blink     hard     ,     red     eyes     kept     at     bay     with     the     drops     you     had     stuffed     in     your     bag.     they     had     to     look     presentable     ,     it     was     the     least     they     could     do     for     alex.     ❝     that’s     just     it     ,     daniel     ,     we     don’t     want     to     get     there.     ❞     you     coo     with     a     hand     on     his     cheek     ,     your     laugh     a     little     too     loud     and     eyes     turn     your     way.     a     duck     of     your     head     ,     the     quirky     sister     (     THE     MESS     OF     A     SISTER     )     and     you’re     back     to     looking     at     him     a     little     too     long     before     you     say     anything     again.

❝     maybe     ease     up     on     the     drinks     ,     hmm     ?     ❞     you’re     a     hypocrite.     you’re     a     hypocrite     with     another     joint     in     your     bag     and     an     edible     popped     earlier     for     good     measure.     you’re     a     hypocrite     but     you’re     not     trying     to     be     the     role     model     here     ,     you     just     bat     your     lashes     at     daddy     and     things     fall     into     place.     it’s     not     as     easy     for     daniel     ,     you’re     looking     out     for     him.     for     both     of     them.     ❝     technically     ,     ❞     it     was     all     in     the     technicalities     ,     all     the     in     traditions     and     doing     things     just     right.     had     to     be     when     so     much     was     on     the     line.     ❝     they’re     not     a     le     domas     ,     don’t     think     being     adopted     counts     ,     so     no     game     night.     good     news     ,     right     ?     ❞

[cherrytart-ffxiv]

all i want is you. (part 1.)

[[ Content warning for general adult themes, body horror, self harm, blood, and stalking. ]]

“She BELONGS to me!” Alfie had bellowed in the wake of his latest rage, gripping a broken bottle in his hand while the blonde Miqo’te cast his mismatched eyes down at the marble floors, covered in broken glass. 

“You mean to tell me you can’t find her?” Suddenly, the Elezen was in Zimmy’s face, and he was forced to look up at his employer. “Have you overturned every city-state and every slum in it? Looked through every nook and cranny? Have you gone across to the sea to Hingashi and Doma to see if she’s run home to her daddy?! Or maybe her Garlean boytoy smuggled her into a Garlean territory. Have you really looked everywhere?” 

“Sir, we-- we been checkin’ every airship landing and takeoff, checkin’ with everyone who knows her to see if she’s come by-- We’re doin’ our best, sir! But you know how these things fuckin’-- fuckin’ work, sometimes. The girls get tired of it and they disappear off the map, probably right into the arms of some social worker. We should be more worried that she ran off to one of those fuckin’ organizations that try to bust places like ours! We could lose everything--”

THWAP!

Zimmy howled and fell to his knees as Alfie’s cane cracked against his skull, both hands lifting to stem the sudden flow of blood. Through the current of crimson and tears of pain that had sprung into his eyes, he looked up at the Elezen. He appeared like a man possessed, lifting another vase and slinging it at the wall as he howled.

“She doesn’t get to just leave, you worthless, miserable sack of shit! Don’t you see? We have lost everything. I have lost... everything! Do not come to my doorstep until you have her with you-- or next time... Next time...” 

Alfie crouched in front of the quivering Miqo’te, icy eyes aflame and wild. 

“Next time you come here without her,” he whispered, “I’ll kill you.”

He could smell her blood. He could hear her heartbeat. He knew the way her flesh tasted and every strand of hair left behind in a comb were secret treasures that he hoarded beneath his bed, locked away with the sketches that her mother had done of her as a child. So why was it, now, that she evaded him so easily?

Alfie stood in front of where her apartment door ought to have been, breathing through his nose. All he could see was smooth wall with the same cherry red wallpaper as the rest of the hallway, the little golden flora mocking him as it glinted in the flickering overhead light. His knuckles ached, bloodied and bruised, from beating into the wall, but it didn’t even show signs of caving in response to his pummeling. 

Wards. Strong wards, hiding her away from her rightful owner. 

How dare they? 

“Audrey!” he roared, repeatedly slamming his palms and fists against the wall. “Audrey, you better fucking come out here! I swear, I’ll slit your pretty throat if you avoid me for another fucking MINUTE! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE! You dumb bitch! How dare you do this to me?! I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking kill you myself!” 

Suddenly, the air was cold in front of the wall, much colder than it ought to have been. In the Elezen’s ears, he swore he could hear voices behind it. He wanted to decimate it. The gold handle of his cane slammed repeatedly into the drywall as he screamed his frustration, and suddenly, it felt like he was being enveloped by ice. A chill went down his spine, and he felt breath on his neck. The man whipped around and found himself face-to-face with something fresh from a nightmare, his own scent of roses overpowered by that of burning, of singed flesh and fabric and hair. 

A boy no older than Audrey herself stared back at him, but he hovered, translucent, above the carpet. There was a horrific hole in his cheek, showing his muscle, bones, teeth... Eyes burned like ceruleum behind cracked glasses, lips curling back and parting to reveal a mouth full of fangs. The world seemed to slow, and overhead, there was a scream that Alfie had a feeling was not of this world as the lights sparked and then cracked, flooding the hallway in darkness. The ghost himself was all that glowed, blue and green and red. There were shadows against the wall, tiny, dancing creatures with long teeth and long hair and claws that they clicked together. 

“Leave this place!” the figure howled, his voice layered and layered upon itself, though Alfie had a feeling it was only he that could hear it. Heart thumping so hard it threatened to punch out of his chest, Alfie lifted his cane and swept it viciously at the ghost before shoving off of the wall. His limp hindered him as he ran, and he could feel the ghost fast approaching.

Laughter echoed in the halls, eerie and unnatural, the cold grip of hands tightening around his legs to make him trip over himself. The walls trembled, swelled and deflated, as if trying to suck him in. As he scrambled to his feet in a cold sweat, the carpet beneath his feet shook, and he went toppling forward... right into the Garlean spirit’s arms. His skin felt scorched and covered in mucus all at once, and when Alfie reeled back, there was slime on his hands. 

“You know not what you have come to play with, little man,” another voice rumbled, low and deep but the source unseen. “You look innocent compared to the things we could conjure to drag you under.”

“She belongs to me,” Alfie panted as he fell backwards, the Garlean boy still bearing down on him as the flesh dripped from his cheek. “She belongs to me! Please, can’t we cut a deal--”

“She belongs to no one,” the ghost echoed angrily, through his fangs, placing his hands on either side of Alfie’s head against the floor. “Least of all to you, you rat. You pathetic excuse for a man. What deal would you make with the dead?” 

“She has lifetimes of ancestors to protect her,” the other voice snarled. “The gods smile upon Audrey, little coward, insignificant speck of dust. Can you say the same for yourself?” 

Lightning flooded the hall as it sparked outside, and thunder rumbled so roughly and so loudly that paintings fell from the wall. A painting’s frame shattered beside Alfie’s trembling frame, and perhaps by instinct, his hand jerked out for a shard of broken glass, brandishing it at the Garlean ghost, who laughed at the show the Elezen put on.

“All I want is her. The world will not miss her. She is worthless-- worthless to all but me--” 

“Liar!” the ghost spit, the chill growing so cold that Alfie swear that frost was beginning to form on the fibers of the carpet and upon the walls. “You don’t even know her at all, do you?” 

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Audrey sat in the tepid bath and stared at the wall. The water had cooled off fifteen minutes ago, but she’d made no move to stand. An idle glance is cast to the razor at the side of the tub, and she thought back to Caius’ arms. She’d dug scissors into her thighs as a teenager when drugs weren’t option, and she remembered the high, the release of emotional pain into something physical. 

She wondered it if would work again.

She remembered Caius in the other room. 

Her voice was still hoarse from their argument over him berating Celia over linkpearl. She didn’t remember the last time she’d been so irrationally angry, been so out of control of her own words and out of her own mind. In truth, only a small portion of her anger was even directed at Caius, but it had been him to suffer the better portion of her second mental breakdown that week. 

Anger. Anger that she’d tamped down for years, anger that she’d told herself wasn’t important, anger that she told herself was good for her, anger that she used to spur herself on... With Connor’s final act upon her, it had set something off in her mind. She felt like something else had entered her body to make it scream for hours, to slam her fists into walls, only to end up collapsing, screaming, sobbing into Caius’ arms with grief, too heavy with self loathing to be able to stand up on her own. 

Connor, Alfie, her old clients... They all thought they knew her. All of them thought she belonged to them, that she owed them something because they hadn’t killed her or cast her into the streets. That she owed her body to them because they gave her gil. That she didn’t deserve anything better than what they gave, because who could love someone like her? If she was a good person, then why did bad things happen to her? No-- she wasn’t a good person. She was a filthy, disgusting, worthless person, given undeserved kindness from her brother and her boss and from the rich men who sullied her body. 

Audrey curled in on herself after shoving the razor off of the edge of the tub, pressing her face into arms. What had she ever done wrong? She had been so young. She forgot, sometimes, that she was still young. Her mind and body felt ancient. Seen too much, done too much, experienced too much, too fast. Her eyes weren’t twenty. They had lived centuries. And as she tried and tried to tell herself that this wasn’t deserved, as the scar on her hip burned, she could hear their voices in her head, cutting in to remind her that she was nothing. Nothing.

Hands clamped over ears as she rocked back and forth in the water, trying to drown them out. Tears sprung to her eyes as she heard Alfie screaming, and she could swear it was just outside the bathroom wall, that she could hear banging and threats on her life from the snake’s lips. 

“No,” she whimpered, shaking her head frantically. “No, no, no, no-- No!”

“Audrey!”

The door swung open, and Audrey still found herself screaming and crying as hands pulled her from the tub. She’d been sinking beneath the surface without realizing it in an effort to escape the sounds. Her body was wrapped up tight with a towel, and she heard her name again, spoken softer. 

“Audrey.”

Caius.

Big brown eyes turned up to look at Caius, at his worried angel face, and all at once, the voices silenced. It was just them, the sound of water dripping from the faucet and into the bathtub, her own heartbeat in her ears.

“I’m not a bad person,” she wept, but it came out as more of a question. Caius stared at her like he couldn’t quite believe his ears before shaking his head quickly, lips pressing against her forehead, her temple, one of his strong hands gripping her much smaller one tightly.

“No. No, mea columba. You’re not a bad person. You’re a good person. The best person. Breathe. It’s alright. Nothing is going to hurt you. You’re safe. You’ve got me, until the end of time. Okay? I’m here.”

Audrey pressed her face into his broad chest, clung to his clothes as he rocked her back and forth. Quietly, he hummed the lullaby his mother had played when he was a child to her, wrapped around her like a shield. 

(( mentions of the three Beanie babies: @benes-diction​ ))

[megamangx]

FINAL FANTASY 14-MEGAMAN GX WARROR OF LIGHT STORMBLOOD

https://megamangx.tumblr.com/post/685234272216514560/final-fantasy-14-megaman-gx-warror-of-light

eozea had gone to hell under the new leaders amon had put in charge as yoshba from doma had come to meet ron desantis of uldah for orders “i am here to report on the doma front” the vic roy of doma said but then ron desantis grab her face like peter griffer and farted in it over and over “smell my farts you stupid bitch its the law now i can do what i want and if people don’t let me fart in there faces i will excute them in my work camps” ron laughed and farted again “do you like my bum farts hahaha” he then punshed yoshba and knocked her to the floor.

Ron then drinked a buckle of gravy and farted again “woman should not be in army they are wombs for maker of babus and should be service to alpha man” he said “well the boss wants you to kill the warror of light so get to it or i will fucking kill you bitch”

she walked out angry and she would gert her reavenge.

chapter 2-battle to win alamingo

megaman gx tandrad yostla alpihnerd and uringer had gotted to alamingo to help the rebels who where under attack by limsa lo mince witch was now under control of the evil marge taylor green “good you are here lise you can help us b ring peace back to eosrza” he sid but then explodes as garlemaid troopers and limsa had come “gonna go do some hunting i want to kill me some human” marge taylor laughed and shotgunned lises dad “No my dad bno who will lead our people now” she held him in her arms and dad spoke “you are now the leader person you must free us from them” and he died and it was sad.

Megaman GX armed his emerald crystal magitek alagan gunblade “you are monsters villains like you need to be stopped for the good of all the nice people in world and there hops and dreams” and he fired the gunblade running forward as he went into magic mode slashing tons of galremaid solders and then he cast ultma blowing up there gundams

Marge took out a magitek rifle gun “stupid degenerates like you i have thye powers of the catholic church and jesus and guns and babys” she laugh and fired bombs at him but megaman GX slashed at her magitek walker as it blew up then he cast ultima magic on his fists “evil people like you and your asscian masters have NO PLACE IN A GOOD WORLD” megaman gx said and punched her 10000000 million times “ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA” h e screamed using THE MILLION PAGE ORA

Marge taylor green exploded over and over and was gone for good “This world needs heros again no more doom or suffering we fight FOR STORMBLOOD” megaman gx said and the resistence cheered “WE STAND WITH YOU MEGAMAN GX WARROR OF LIGHT” they said and marched to the galemald base killing lots of bad guys as Zenos was watching.

Chapter 3-domas betrayal

yoshba came back as Ron was in his office snorting drugs and hookers “FUCK YEA I CAN DO WHAT I WANT I AM THE DADDY I AM THE RULER OF THIS COUNTRY AND THESE FUCKING CITIZEN SCUM WILL OBEY MY WILL FOREVER” he said and did more drugs

he saw yoshba who was with sherk now wearing empire power armor “What do you want stupid cow” he said and she snapped her fingers “GET OOT MAH SWAMP YA ARSEHOLE” sherk then did the bane back break to ron desantis and throwed him out the window as he fell into a cereirum reactor core and was dead forever.

“worthless flys like him deserve to die now i will rule now just doma but the empire and uldah” yoshba said and took the throne.

chapter 4-fight for STORMBLOOD

Amons plans had gone bad “i need to get out of this one i will let elmer selch handle things from here” he said and left the body of lolito since with ron and marge dead he had lost control of eozra as the former leaders and grand companys rebelled to build the old alliance back.

at the alamingo garlemaid base megaman GX and alphnerd blew up the magitek walker factory “too easy and i heard from the linkpearl that the rebels have taken eorzea back from oloillito

“this is good it means we can win this” yostla said as she used magic to blow some mech robots up

Zenos walked in with his katana bag and took out the mastermune killing all the rebels in the room “ you are strong megamanGX i am in love with your killing powers your savage strike and great power” zenos said and lick h is lip

“you are a villain and galremaid has hurt to many people we are not friends lord zenos and i will fight you too” megaman gx said

but then artbert and the warriors of darkness came in “These are the warrors of darkness and they will fight you” zenos laugh.

“elmer selch said if I blow this world up then mine will be saved we have to fight now” artbert took his sword out and magmanGX armed his golden crystal eden gunblade “i do not want to fight but i must”.

to be continued

[angelicbab-stash]

Revaille: fall asks

1. Apple cider: what’s your favourite time of day?

,,Neskoré popoludnie až večer, keď už začínam byť ospalá, ale stále nechcem ísť spať, tak robím len niečo nenáročné a hlavne... túlim sa s Liamom. Neviem prečo, ale niečo mi na tom príde magické.”

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2. Scarves: favourite item of clothing you own?

,,Umm... Moja ružová mikina! Má šnúrky, je trošku kratšia a má dlhé rukávy, žiaden nápis ani obrázok. Potom moja ružovo-biela varsity mikina a biely turtleneck bez rukávov. Taktiež milujem môj biely keyhole sveter (obrázok), to Daddy tričko (obrázok), ktoré mám a ešte to ružové ‘A woman doesn’t have to be modest in order to be respected’ (obrázok). Milujem aj moje svetlomodré acid wash obtiahnuté nohavice, spodné prádlo s jahôdkami a ružovými alebo modrými pásikmi.”

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3. Pumpkin pie: what would you change your name to if you had to?

,,Úprimne, nechcem si zmeniť meno, to svoje mám moc rada, aj keď kedysi tomu tak nebolo. Ale... asi na niečo veľmi podobné tomu môjmu pôvodnému? Napríklad Meia, lebo to dlho používam aj ako prezývku, takže by som povedala to! Prípadne... Momo či Suli.”

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4. Leaves: do you believe in fate?

,,Kedysi som preklíňala vlastný osud za to, čo sa mi deje... A síce to je strašné a poznačilo ma to, všetko čo sa dialo ma dostalo až sem do bodu, kedy som osobou, ktorou som dnes. Ako... Určite som si mnohé veci neužívala a boli fakt hrozné, nikomu ich neprajem a nechcem zľahčovať ničiu, ani vlastnú bolesť, ale... Vieš, keby sa zmenila možno len jedna malá vec, nemala by som svoje deti, Liama, kamarátov... Možno by ma život ušetril od jednej rany, ale zadelil mi inú, trebárs aj horšiu... Takto keď som už konečne šťastná a cítim sa v bezpečí si hovorím, že to takto asi malo byť. Osud zjavne vie, čo robí, ale myslím si, že každý má svoje právo na smútok a hnev za to, čo sa mu deje... V skratke — áno, verím.”

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5. Orange: what trend do you hate the most?

,,Keď sa niekto správa ‘edgy’. Tak... hlúpo edgy, keď si myslia, že je cool správať sa ako nepríjemný idiot a aké je super byť politicky nekorektný a podobne. Get a fucking grip, nemáš 12 rokov!”

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6. Hats: what is your dream life like?

,,Už ho žijem! Mám v živote osobu, ktorá ma úprimne miluje takú aká som a nechce ma zmeniť, máme spolu tri najkrajšie deti a dúfam, že prídu aj ďalšie, viem že mi je verný a plne mu dôverujeme... Som šťastná.”

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7. Apple picking: who are your idols?

,,Ummm môj ocko! Je usilovný, láskavý, milujúci a rozdáva okolo seba množstvo dobrej nálady!”

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8. Red: what do you identify as (sexuality, gender)?

,,Čo sa týka mojej sexuality, identifikujem sa ako pansexuál! Nevadí mi ale ani označenie bi, iba pan používam dlhé roky a príliš som si na to zvykla. Páči sa mi každé pohlavie! A čo sa týka pohlavia... umm... nikdy som sa necítila úplne ako žena, vieš? Dlho som sa identifikovala ako trans chalan, ale časom mi došlo, že ani to nie je úplne... ono. Som niečo medzi alebo mix, alebo ako to povedať... Takže som určite nebinárneho pohlavia! A... neviem... špecificky asi genderfluid, alebo bigender? Myslím. Používam ženský aj mužský rod. (ooc: v angličtine aj they / them)”

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9. Boots: what would your dream date be?

,,Je mi to jedno, keď som s osobou, ktorú ľúbim, trávime spolu čas a je nám príjemne. Najradšej mám keď zostaneme doma a dáme si zmrzlinu, jedlo, objímame sa zachumlaní v deke, niečo si pozrieme alebo hráme hry, bozkávame sa a... no vieš... Ale páči sa mi ísť aj von na prechádzku, hlavne večer, do kaviarne, zakorčuľovať si alebo tak. Nie som náročná. Je mi jedno kam ideme a nemusíme minúť kopec peňazí na to, aby som si to užila, hlavné je, že sme spolu a bavíme sa!”

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10. Yellow: what’s your fashion style like?

,,Eh... rôznorodý? Milujem roztomilé veci, niekedy... dokonca nakupujem v detskej sekcii... som malá a stále mi mnohé sedí! Viem sa však obliecť aj dospelejšie, dokonca až vyzývavo, alebo sa mi páči aj gothický či grunge štýl. Ťažko sa mi to špecifikuje... Ale hej, najčastejšie sa dá označiť ako roztomilý, až detský.”

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11. Knit blankets: if you had kids, what would you name them?

,,Už mám tri deti a volajú sa Ren Lucan, Reina Ann a Hannah Lee. Určite chcem aj ďalšie, no nad menami som sa zatiaľ moc nezamýšľala. Asi... Sage? To meno sa mi veľmi páči. A ešte Lynn, je to meno ženy môjho dobrého známeho a príde mi krásne.”

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12. Bonfire: are you creative?

,,Povedala by som, že áno! Často a rada kreslím, maľujem, hrám na gitaru, sem tam spievam, občas zložím nejakú pesničku či báseň, rada píšem... Dokonca kreslím na zákazky a mám taký Tumblr! Taktiež kreslím svoj vlastný komix, síce neviem, či ho niekedy zverejním a skúšam sa hrať s grafikou. A trebárs varenie, pečenie, šitie a záhradničenie, aj to sú pre mňa kreatívne činnosti. Tak všeobecne sa potrebujem kreatívne prejaviť! Predsa len, mám mesiac vo váhach a piatom dome!”

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13. Jeans: what kind of music do you listen to?

,,Ohh, môj hudobný vkus tiež je hrozne rôznorodý! Mám rada metal, rock, punk, industrial, ale aj jemnejšiu hudbu, prípadne rap, hip-hop, rôzne experimentálne veci, elektroniku, indie, pop, r’n’b, k-pop, ale milujem aj takú tú upokojujúcu hudbu, prípadne future funk a tak! Vieš, také tie veci ako Future Girlfriend a podobne! Dokelu, veď ja milujem aj 8-bit hudbu! Úprimne... ak ma to zaujme, viem počúvať čokoľvek nehľadiac na žáner. A mám fakt rada anime soundtracky.”

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14. Pincones: where is your favourite place in the current city you live?

,,Park, pobrežie, pláž a naše slávne santa monické mólo!”

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15. Cinnamon: what’s your favourite kind of weather?

,,Daždivé, alebo aspoň zamračené. A keď sneží! Mám radšej chladné počasie a zimu ako horúce leto. Nenávidím horko, ugh.”

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16. Pies: what are your best traits?

,,Ja... umm... nie som si istá? Možno to ako mi záleží na druhých ľuďoch, rada to dávam najavo a starám sa o nich? Taktiež som dosť usilovná a verná, dá sa na mňa spoľahnúť a tak. Do všetkého vkladám celé moje malé hlúpe srdiečko. Povedala by som, že tieto.”

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17. Nutmeg: where do you want to live when you grow up?

,,Ale... ja už som dospelá? A páčilo sa mi v rodnom Quebecu, veľmi, aj teraz v Santa Monice. No ak by som si mala vybrať iné miesto, kde by som žila s Liamom a mojimi vtáčatkami, boli by to Filipíny, Japonsko alebo Južná Kórea!”