#it was for a tactical maid thing i never got about to doing

[alteredsu]

Just curious-Have you ever done any cosplay ?

I have a maid dress and cat ears in my closet I wore like twice. Does that count?

[rie-092]

FATHER, CAN I DIE?

✶﹒ platonic yandere! manhwa fathers x suicidal/overworked daughter! reader.

tw : suicide attempt, neglect, blood, etc.

erno etam

erno is a psychopath, or atleast— that's how you see him. at first, this guy pay no attention to you at all. but he doesn't neglected you (or atleast that's what your maids were saying to make you feel better). he still gives you whatever you want and needed, give you clothings, house and foods. but affection? nah, there's no way he will love someone boring as you.

erno sees everyone as chess pieces, and yes, unfortunately you were also one of those chess pieces. yes, you were an important piece because of your abilities when it comes on magic and military tactics. but it doesn't changed the fact that he can dispose of you whenever he wanted.

and maybe because of his treatment to you and how everyone ridicule you because of erno's treatment. became the last straw to make you do that thing. and damn, the maid who saw your half dead body laying on your research lab and with your slashed throat— got traumatized. to the point that after she saw you like that and called the doctor and the other members of the etam family, she resigned and unfortunately a year after become crazy.

but it wasn't the same for erno. because the time that he saw that sight— he became interested. he remembered when he saw you for the first time as a baby. how you held his finger as if it was your own way to say that you wants to live.

when you woken up, you were disappointed to see the face of your younger siblings as well as your grandfather who scolded you to the point that your ears were about to burst. but what caught your attention was erno who started acting like a proper father for the first time. and seeing that glint on his eyes, the excitement that you felt for the first time started to disappear when you realized that— ah, damn. this is another game for erno's perspective.

nevertheless, you still gave him what he wanted. a perfect oldest daughter who will never disappoint him. you showed him a façade that he wanted. and with the months where he acted like a proper and perfect father who adores his daughter. you realized one thing and you couldn't help but to scoff as your hand traced the bandage around your neck. this guy, he finds you interesting for the first time— he finds the fact that his daughter almost killed herself, he finds the sight of his daughter half dead and bleeding— interesting.

it makes your stomach churn, it was disgusting— he is disgusting. you couldn't help but to wonder why in the are you so desperate to have his attention before? damn it.

but since this is what he wanted, you couldn't help but to think— why can't you give what he wanted? the sight of you dying and bleeding to death? and that's how your suicide attempts started. at first, it was simple such as poisoning yourself, drowning, etc. at first you used the methods where you were sure that it wouldn't hurt you that much.

and erno doesn't know why— he only spent few months acting like a proper father to you. but the sight of you unconscious in your bed was enough to make his hand shook. was it because of fear? why is he scared in the first place?

he spent a week trying to think about the reason. but then, while he was on the palace— he got a message from home saying that you jumped from the castle inside the etam estate. and now, he realized why the hell is he scared. hurrying to get back home, the only thing that erno has inside his mind was his daughter.

those times you tried to impress him, those times that you tried to get his attention, those times that you crave for his affection. and those times when he carried you as a newborn for the first time. erno realized that he fucked up— to the point that he couldn't do anything to change it anymore.

and after once he got home, he was welcomed by the sight of his daughter— sitting down on her bed with bandage around your head and those lifeless eyes of yours. erno felt as if he wanted to cry. and by the time he heard that you got amnesia because of what happened. erno was delighted— delighted by the fact that he was given another chance to fix your relationship. a chance to redeem his self.

but maybe, because of what he did before— no matter what he do. you became obsessed on dying. and your how do we quote it? "turning in new leaf" father got scared that you might succeed in doing that.

and that was the time he resorted onto something that he knew will affect your life, but he doesn't care. you have him, he will take care of you— you don't have to worry. your father got your back.

the only thing that you remembered before erno broke your legs and arms was the series of apologies that he whispered on your ear. and now, you become dependent to him just like what he wanted. don't worry, your father won't disappoint you this time.

“ i know it hurts, little cupcake. but this is what happens when you don't listen to father's requests!"

[yandereunsolved]

🐉 ✧ Yandere Aemond Targaryen ✧ 🐉(part 2)

With you, this has been Aemond's only safe place since you were hired when he was but a child, and so were you. He would see you following the other maids and workers around like a lost duckling, constantly tripping over yourself, and failing at the simplest tasks. You grew proficient over time, but that didn't stop the harassment that came from young Aegon and the others. He had to become blinded in one eye to truly see you.

He thought you foolish at first. He pitied your futile attempts to reject Aegon's advances. Your education was nonexistent, and your manners only the minimum. You had not the physical strength of the guard nor the cunning that every power-hungry noble possessed. You did have two things that made you worth his time: your curiosity and comfort.

You didn't gasp in horror after his horrific disfiguration. You didn't scold him for not being wise or mighty enough to win the battle of being ambushed. Chastising him was not within the rights of your station, but many below him still did. Perhaps that is why he was so surprised when you were the only maid who offered to change his bandages and report to the maesters on his healing.

As you got bolder in his care, you dared to lightly caress the scar with the pad of your thumb. He would never admit how embarrassed he felt that you had taken such a liking to him. You seemed so content with the fact that he was now damaged goods. What lady would want a man with such a deformity?

You even gave him a porcelain eye for his socket as a gift. It wasn't the best made, but it was the most you could afford. You spent half of your weekly wages on such a thing. Aemond could feel a fiery sensation rising in his gullet. His fingers caressing the porcelain and meekly thanking you before dismissing you back to your duties.

He never wore the gift, as it wasn't what he had truly hoped for. Even as a sapphire remained in his empty socket, he always kept that glass eye in a wooden box right next to his bedside. He sat up many nights with pathetic droplets of sadness rolling down his pale face while clutching the object. He couldn't be strong all alone, but your token of good faith helped him get through his darkest hours.

That is when his courtship of you truly began. It was subtle. He had grown into a young man, and you had grown to be a fine worker within the walls of the Red Keep. Many would be suspicious if he always asked for you to care for him and do your duties near his room instead of having to traverse all throughout the castle.

He would leave you small gifts, like how a dragon will offer dead beasts to its rider as a sign of affection. They would be flowers from the gardens, trinkets, and silk cloths. Small notes of words that are translated into High Valyrian. "'Avy Jorrāelan', it means I love you in High Valyrian. I am sure your lips are sweeter than any pastry the finest chefs could bake." The short notes became increasingly violent and lewd over time. "One day, I will kill every man who has touched you who is not me. I will ravage you atop their dead corpses, and you will see their blood mixing in with my spilled seed." You stopped reading them. So he switched to another tactic. 

He had you carry his gear when he went to ride Vhagar. He introduced you to her, and she loved you just as he did. He could see it in her eyes. He's never seen the savage beast look so at peace. Vhagar went as far as to gently grab ahold of your clothing and tear at it. It caused you to become fearful and hide behind Aemond, but there was a certain mischief behind his dragon's actions.

"My prince, I fear your dragon dislikes me." You mutter so softly that his ears are barely able to pick the words up.

"I think she is very fond of you. If she hated you, then she would have eaten you already." There was an air of amusement present in his voice that you haven't ever heard before.

"Should I take comfort in that?" You inquired while a bit confused about this peculiar situation.

"You should."

"I shall, then. She is your dragon, and you know her best. You always end up being right about these things—I mean you are extremely intelligent. You are just always able to figure these things out. Your good looks and charm help to. I—" You felt you said too much and shut your mouth.

Aemond learned to tease you in such a way that would get you to spill these thoughts of yours. He did it so shamelessly. He made sure those bastards knew you were taken through his method. He almost kissed you just to prove that neither Jacaerys nor Lucerys would ever be able to lay a hand on you. He didn't have to worry about Aegon anymore. His drunk of a brother learned well not to trifle with you after he gave him a broken nose and a bloodied lip. If anyone dared upset you, especially those not his kin, well, they have particularly gruesome deaths.

All of this and you thought him mostly indifferent to you. None of the most twisted emotions ever rose to the surface when he was around you. He always waited until in private. He knew he had to keep you in his clutches. He couldn't scare you away quite yet. 

"Dear?"

"Me?" You squeak in surprise.

Aemond tucks a dragon's breath flower behind your ear as you turn to face him. No words escape him. Only a contented smirk appears. Before you have an opportunity to question him, he walks off. How strange. You gently adjust the flower in your hair. It makes you oddly giddy. 

"How cute." You murmur.

Aemond heard your words. He couldn't wait for the morrow. He will take you back to Vhagar and confess his love. He will offer you to become his spouse. His mother surely wouldn't be happy, but he would. And if the worst comes, he will burn down all of Westeros just to be with you.

[yurunivo]

Sypnosis: In which, you are a writer and your husband is a serial killer (but you don't know that)

TW: english is not my first language, very basic plot

Characters: Yandere Ayato x reader

Huh.

Just then, the door to your office opened as a maid came inside, telling you that Ayato had come back from his commission. Nodding your head, you took your papers in your hands, preparing to go to his room. Your maid offered to carry them, but you took it yourself, insisting that you don't need help. Walking to his room in the large estate, you ran into his sister, giving polite greetings before walking away.

It was raining.

You looked out the window of the Kamisato estate, the raindrops covering the window with the glum atmosphere outside. Taking inspiration from the cloudy, moody aesthetic, you thought of a new thing to write, your writers block finally coming to an end. Taking the pen and paper in hand, you write deliberate strokes, taking time to make sure your characters don't act out of place.

Opening the door, you placed your notes on a table. Hearing his lively sister say greetings signalled you well enough that he was nearby. You walked over to his bed and sat on it, the plush of it sinking from your weight. Ayato opened the door, his nonchalant expression turning into a smile as he greeted you.

"Welcome home, Ayato," you said, his frame appearing closer as he lovingly kissed your forehead. You smiled at the action, your hand stroking his hair as you pulled him in for a real kiss. He cupped your face and held your back, pulling you slightly deeper before pulling away with sighs and giggles. Your marriage was arranged and you two have been together for years but that never stopped him from being loving and oh so gentle. You kissed his mole and laughed softly at his shiver.

He sat on the bed as he asked you about your day, to which you just gave a few remarks here and there. It was calm conversation with him, something that you enjoyed a lot. He stared at you so lovingly, causing you to be bashful of your words.

"How has your book been darling? I enjoyed your other ones but you seem to be taking longer than what you usually do," he asked, his face showing slight concern.

"Ah, it's just writers block, and i wanted to try a new style but it's so different from my older ones that I am having a hard time writing," you rambled on and on as he held on your every word.

"Could you perhaps review it for me? I need constructive criticism," you asked, eyes glinting with hope as you looked at your husband. He smiled as he pushed your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear.

"Mm, maybe tomorrow? I just want to be with you without any mindless work," he hummed, holding your waist and making you lie down on the huge bed. You sighed contently as he rubbed circles on your back.

He chuckled as he heard your soft snores a couple minutes later. He got up from the bed and placed you at a more comfortable position, placing a blanket on top of you and a pillow beside you so you won't wake up.

He looked at the stacks of paper on the table next to the door, figuring to take a look. He walked over and read your draft, eerily smiling to himself as he sighed dreamily at the paper. He felt so happy holding something that you had touched, it made him feel shivers down his spine!

He couldn't help but memorize your entire script, holding it so delicately and praising your work. His eyes wandered over a murder scene, seeing the scribble marks with unsure sentences. He hummed as he left the paper be, taking a 'stroll' outside.

"Pl-please, I'll do anything! P-please sto-" Oops! He killed him, the crimson blood everywhere on the concrete ground. Feeling proud of himself, he walked away from the grim sight, making sure to not get any blood on his clothes. It felt great killing again, especially for his darling little wife! The killing tactic that you wrote in your book worked, he was so glad!

He walked away from the alley, soundlessly walking back to the estate. It was around one, so everyone was likely asleep. He quietly went back into your chambers through a short cut so as to not wake you up.

Changing to his robe, he pushed the pillow out of the way, grinning to himself as he snuggled into bed with you, until eventually, he fell asleep.

The following morning, you woke up, feeling strong arms on your waist. You tried to move around, only to be met with a groan. You gasped as you got pulled into Ayato's embrace, a blush creeping up on your face.

"Ayato, you have work today, can you get up?" You whispered quiet enough to not disturb him too much.

"Mmh, I took the day off, so no," he mumbled. You had a stupefied look on your face as he responded.

'Am I imagining things?' You considered. 'I'm probably imagining things, I just woke up after all,' you sighed.

You sighed. You smelt a bit of blood. Confused, you thought to yourself, 'Am I on my cycle?' You looked down your blanket, only to see nothing.

A few minutes of not being able to move from his grasp later, he finally let you go to let the both of you start your day. It was a really mundane morning, but it was a lot better than waking up with a cold bedroom.

After breakfast, you and Ayato spent some quality time together. You talked about your book, handing him your script for him to read. He pretended to read it for the first time, giving advice and just being happy to help his wife ♡

First time writing a yandere fic! How did I do? >⋁<

[loveandpeaceanddoughnuts]

Clean Sheets: Maid!Levi x Reader

cw: attempted seduction, shameless smut // wc: 3,579 // [ao3]

You had a giant crush on the guy who cleaned your house. Not in a creepy middle-aged-mom-wants-the-pool-boy way, you told yourself. The cleaning service you hired when you started working longer shifts (after your therapist convinced you that you were not a bad person because you didn’t dust your baseboards, despite what your mother had said) just so happened to come in the form of an incredibly sexy man. 

Sexy and intimidating, even though the two of you were the same height. He never smiled, just showed up on your doorstep in a tight little uniform and got to work. You weren’t sure why a cleaner needed a leather harness, but you weren’t going to complain when you saw the way it stretched around his pecs as he scrubbed. 

He’d barely spoken to you beyond a gruff introduction on the first day, but you learned that his name was Levi Ackerman, and that he would begrudgingly accept a cup of tea if you offered it. Maybe it was the aloofness that drew you to him, or the way he wielded a mop like a weapon, or the dust cloths he tied over his hair and face like a housewife from the fifties. 

Whatever it was, you had it bad for the guy. And today was the day you were going to seduce him. He had just finished the last room in the house, and you were waiting in the kitchen to give him his payment.   

As he walked in, you slowly reached up and began to unbutton your top. Your tits spilled out right on cue. “I’m a little short on cash today, Mr. Ackerman,” you purred. “Is there any way I can pay you with…something else?” You bit your lip and looked up at him through fluttering eyelashes. Sure, you were laying it on a little thick, but better to be clear about it, you thought.  

Levi was staring past you, frowning at a stain on the counter as he tugged down his cloth mask. You gave a breathy little laugh and tried to lean into his view, but he just stepped around you and kept glaring. “I just cleaned that. You’ve only been in here for thirty seconds, how have you already made a mess? What are you, a damn tornado?”

Your jaw dropped as you absorbed his tirade. “A torna- what? What are you talking about?” How has this already gone off-script? “Ackerman, my tits are out!” 

He finally looked back at you. “Why are your tits out?”

“Because I’m trying to seduce you, you idiot!”

“Well that’s not a very good way to go about it, saying things like that,” he said flatly. 

God he was infuriating. You wanted to suck the condescension right out of his cock. 

“Well it would have been, if you weren’t so focused on this,” you whirled around and squinted at the splash of coffee that had so offended him. You licked your thumb and rubbed the stain away. “There. Is that better?”

He clutched at the cloth around his neck in horror. “No it is not!” You’d never seen his eyes so wide, and were momentarily distracted by how pretty they were. The sight brought you back to your objective. Time for a new tactic.

You hoisted yourself up on the counter across from him, swinging your legs nonchalantly as you watched him sponge away the spot with muttered curses. He was so meticulous. Surely that had to translate into the bedroom…you shook your head. Eyes on the prize. The prize that was currently bent over to examine your countertop from eye level. 

Apparently satisfied, Levi straightened up and turned back to you, his steel gray eyes unimpressed. “What exactly are you trying to do here?”

You giggle. “I told you. I’m seducing you.”

He tucked the sponge away neatly and crossed his arms. “No, you’re not.”

“Oh come onnn. Not even a little?”

The ghost of a smirk crossed his face. “Not even a little.”

“Well what do you want me to do, huh?”

Levi rolled his eyes at your pout and smoothly crossed the room, crowding you against the countertop as he stepped between your legs. He looked up at you with all the confidence in the world. “I want you to use your words. None of this hair-twirling, giggling shit. What do you want?”

Your mouth went dry as your pussy flooded. “Uh, I, I want-”

“Uh, I, I want-” He mocked your horny babble in his sandpaper voice, leaning in closer. “Use. Your. Words. I know you have a dirty mouth to match your house.”

The insult somehow made your arousal burn hotter. You swallowed hard and tried to find your voice again. “I want you to fuck me, Ackerman.”

He smiled tightly. “Levi, if we’re fucking.” 

“Are we? Fucking?” It made you dizzy to look down at him, the proximity painful. You wondered dimly if he could feel the heat radiating from between your legs.

The shadows under his eyes were thrown into stark relief as he tilted his head up into the fluorescent light of your kitchen. He smelled like clean linen hung out to dry in a lightning storm. His hands were softer than you imagined when they cupped your face, dragging your lips against his. Levi’s kiss was exploratory, gentle and probing. When you tried to deepen it, your tongue swiping against his bottom lip, he pulled back with a smirk.

“Tch, someone’s eager. You want me that bad?”

You shivered, dragging your nails across his sharp undercut. “Yeah, I do.”

He nodded, pleased, and you glowed at the crumb of praise. What was this guy doing to you? 

“Then I suppose you can call me Levi.” He gripped your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the countertop, hooking your legs around his waist. He lifted you easily and carried you to your own bedroom as if he had done it a hundred times. You took the opportunity to press greedy kisses along his newly accessible neck and sharp jaw, relishing the little hiss of air it drew from him.

He dropped you back onto your bed, one knee already up to follow you there when he froze. He stared down at where your clothed cunt had pressed against his spotless gray shirt. Well. Formerly spotless. His eyes turned steely, and he herded you back on the bed until you hit the headboard, caged in by his strong arms. “Look at that. You’ve already made another mess. Filthy girl.”

He slides the hem of his shirt up teasingly, revealing chiseled abs. You want to lick him like a goddamn lollipop. He seems to read your mind, looking at you with an air of expectation. When you don’t move, he rolls his eyes again. 

“Eh? Do I need to spell it out?” He grabs your chin and turns your face to his waist. “Clean your mess.” You stick out your tongue, and when he doesn’t say anything to correct you, you lean forward and lick a long, hot stripe up his six-pack, shivering at the faint tang of your own arousal. He closes his eyes and sighs, his muscles tensing as you taste him. “Good girl.” 

Eager to make the most of your opportunity, you hook your fingers into the waistband of his pants and tug, a silent question in your eyes. He huffed a laugh and let go of your chin to start unbuckling the frankly egregious amount of fastenings on his belt and harness. He makes quick work of it, and you're treated to the sight of your bizarrely buff house cleaner unwrapping himself like a present on your bed.

There’s a small mountain of strappy leather beside him by the time he’s done, and you’re drowning in anticipation. He catches your wide-eyed stare and looks away, the barest hint of a flush on his cheeks. Levi reached behind him with one hand and tugged his shirt over his head by the collar. “Well? Are you going to join me?”

You scrambled to take off your dress, shivering under the heat of his stare. It was hard to read approval in his sharp face, but he leaned closer, guiding your hands back to his waist. He held his hands over yours as you unbuttoned him and slid his trousers down his narrow hips. 

Your mouth watered at the sight of the bulge that strained against his briefs. You slowly dragged them down his tight, muscled ass. His cock was stunning, lovely in a way you’d never thought a cock could be. It was long and thick, pale with a prominent vein and the slightest left curve. Pearly precum beaded at his flushed pink tip, slapping hard against his abdomen as you set it free.

“You’re so pretty,” you murmured, cock-drunk without your lips ever touching him. 

“That’s not one I’ve heard before.” His voice was still gruff, but when you managed to pull your eyes away from his dick you were stunned to see that the hint of color on his cheeks had darkened to a full-blown blush. It makes you bold again.

“You like that? Being called pretty?”

He glared at you. “Don’t be ridiculous. Pretty. Tch.”  

You grinned back and bent down to press a soft kiss to his tip. It jumped against you, glossing your lips with precum. “I think you do.” 

Levi clenched his jaw as you teased him. “Thought you just wanted to get fucked, woman.”

You ignore the threat and press another gentle kiss to his swollen cockhead. “That’s before I knew you had such a pretty dick.” 

In a flash, Levi had you on your back. He grabbed both your cheeks in one hand, squeezing them into a pout. “Yeah? Well I knew from the start you’d be a brat.” His hard body pins you to the bed, and you feel him throb against your stomach. 

“You like it,” you mumble through squished lips. 

“Shut up.” 

“Make me.” You stick your tongue out, and Levi almost chokes.

“You are such a-” he lets go of you, dragging a hand down his face. “Are you always this annoying?” 

You smile up at him as he frowns, curling your fingers around his cock. “Probably.” You stroke him lazily, and he shudders at your touch. His strong arms tremble as they cage you in. 

“Maybe I need to fuck that attitude out of you, hm?” There’s a tremor in his gravelly voice now.

“You can certainly try,” you purr. You have him right where you want him- flushed and needy and just a little frustrated. 

He growls at your challenge, yanking your soaked panties down to your knees. He grabs your wrists in one hand and pulls them over your head, pinning you to the mattress. The position makes you arch your back, and he smirks as he nudges your legs wider with his knee. His cock is achingly hard now, weeping precum as he teases it between your folds. His eyes are dark as he coats himself with your arousal, his tip nudging your clit in a mean little tease every few strokes. 

“So wet for me already, eh? Making a mess of your clean sheets.” He clicks his tongue. “Better make this worth the extra work, beautiful.” 

You resist the sudden urge to giggle. It’s all going so perfectly, and he’s hotter than you’d dreamed. He’s just as eager as you are underneath the cocky nonchalance, but the persona is part of the reason you’ve been lusting after him anyway, so you let him keep it. He’s right about the mess, after all. You’re lying in a rapidly growing pool of your own slick, your cunt clenching around nothing as he teases you. As fun as the game is, you want his chiseled cock to split you in half already.

“Please Levi…” you whimper.

“Yes? Is there something you want?” 

Your face flushes at the prompting. “You know what I want.”

“Your words, remember, sweetheart? If you want something from me, you need to tell me what it is. You need to beg me for it.” He leans closer to you as he speaks, his lips brushing your ear on the last words.

“Fuck you.” 

Levi looks down, back up at you, and back down again, dramatically arching an eyebrow. “Is that what’s happening here?” 

The sarcasm makes you want to rip out your hair. Or better yet, his. You suck in a breath and open your mouth just as he reaches down and pinches your clit, soothing it with little circles immediately after. Your retort turns into a moan. “Leviiiiii…”

“Hmm?” He cocks his head, still rubbing your clit. 

You try again. “Levi, I- ohhhhhh fuck!” This time he shoves two fingers into your eager cunt, smirking at the greedy squelch it makes. He curls them against your plush walls, reading every gasp and jerk of your hips like a map to your most sensitive spots. 

“I can’t quite understand you,” he says smoothly. Your eyes rolled back as he added another finger, pumping all three into you in a steady rhythm. “Though I think prefer you like this. So much more polite.” You squirm desperately against him, his relentless fingers stretching you deliciously. 

“Levi, please!” You choke out, twisting your wrists helplessly in his grasp. “Please, can’t take it, need you inside me, please,” your face crumples as he angles his hand even deeper, hitting a spot inside you that makes you see stars.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He slides out of you, holding his hand up to examine the translucent stretch of your slick as he spreads his fingers. “I’ll clean up after you free of charge, just this once,” he teases, sucking them into his mouth with a hum of pleasure. He closes his eyes as he licks you off his hand, and you watch in helpless awe. He’s thorough, of course.

“You taste so good,” he murmurs, wiping his spit-soaked fingers on your cheek. Levi lines himself up with your entrance, letting your wrists go at last so he can grip your hips with both hands. You squirm, trying desperately to relieve the aching emptiness he’s left you with. He gives you a real smile for the first time as he watches you wriggle underneath him.

“I love how eager you are for me.” He laughs, shaking his spiky bangs out of his eyes. “You make me feel so-” he hissed as you managed to sink down onto his tip, the heat of you overwhelming. “Mmm. I can’t keep you waiting any longer, can I?”

“No, you can’t,” you gasp, reaching up to pull him down to you by the back of his neck. “You’re driving me insane, Levi, please.” His eyes almost sparkle as he rocks his hips forward, at last, sheathing himself inside of you with a ragged groan. 

He feels perfect, dragging easily against your soft walls as you stretch to take all of him. His vein throbs against you and it sends sparks down your legs. He pulls almost all the way out before slamming into you again, moaning when you shove his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss. This time he parts his lips eagerly when you lick at them, and you taste yourself on his tongue as you devour him.

“Levi, oh fuck, Levi…” He swallows your moans and sets a punishing rhythm, his heavy balls slapping against your ass as he spreads you open. 

“Taking me so fuckin’ well, that’s it, good girl,” he moans praises against your neck, hands sliding under your back to support you as you arch into his strokes. “Is that what you wanted? You needed me to use this sloppy pussy?” The dirty talk rolls off his tongue so easily, even as he gently holds you up and kisses your sweaty forehead. “I can tell how badly you wanted this, so goddamn soaked for me, so filthy.” 

You nodded helplessly, fucked dumb, mouth falling open as he slammed you into the mattress. The sound of your own panting breath sounded very far away, your ears ringing with the force of his thrusts. “Filthy…” you repeat mindlessly, twisting your fingers into his hair, trying to anchor yourself.

He groaned as you pulled his hair, tossing his head back into your grip. “That’s it, hold onto me, I’ve got you.” He lifted you higher, his hands spread across your ass and the small of your back to hold you up against him. You felt him even deeper from this angle, legs shaking as they dangled helplessly around his back. Only your upper body stayed on the bed, the rest of you made into a willing cocksleeve as Levi slammed you up and down against himself. 

“Such a little brat, trying to seduce me, eye-fucking me while I work,” he growled, grinding you down against his abs as he makes you take him to the hilt. The friction against your clit is maddening, almost unbearable combined with how hard he’s slamming into you. He doesn’t miss the way you clench around his cock, and shifts his grip on you to one arm so he can torture your puffy clit with his free hand. He rolls it faster and faster between his fingers, teeth flashing in another smile as you muffle a scream behind your hand. 

“Good girl. You gonna cum on this cock, eh? Don’t hide those pretty little sounds from me. Wanna hear how good I’m fucking you.” He works you up to the edge of orgasm and keeps you there with steady pressure on your clit, taking his time. You scrunch your eyes shut, mouth stretched open in a silent scream as his cock knocks against your cervix.

He’s breathing harder, his voice rough and desperate. “Tell me who owns this messy cunt. Tell me who’s giving you the best damn fuck you’ve ever had,” he grits out.

“Levi!” You cry. “It’s you, it’s you Levi…”

“Yeah?” He’s getting meaner, your legs locking around his waist, knowing you can’t take much more. 

“Yes, you, Levi- you own this messy cunt,” you moan, the words burning on your lips. No one’s ever made you feel so helpless, so overcome with pleasure. 

He bends down, folding you in half as he presses his lips to your neck. He whispers praises, punctuating them with open-mouthed kisses down the column of your neck, sucking at the sensitive skin hard enough to leave deep purple bruises. “So fucking good for me. You wanna cum on my cock, beautiful?”

“Yes, yes, please, wanna cum,” you babble, lightheaded and electrified.

“God you’re so gorgeous when you beg,” he sighs, granting your wish with a final pinch to your clit as he kisses your breath away. He pulls away with a gasp as your orgasm makes you clench and tremble around his cock, the sensation driving him to his own peak.

His fucked-out face rearranges itself into the dry smirk that you know so well as he looks down at you. “Gonna let me cum inside, brat? You wouldn’t want to make another mess…” 

You nod frantically, the primal part of you wanting nothing more than to take every drop of him. “Yes, cum in me Levi,” you whimper.

“Ah fuck. You’re killing me,” he groans, but his face softens again when you agree. With a grunt, he leans back and tightens his grip on your thighs, holding you down and spread open. From this position you can see every rippling muscle, every bead of sweat that slides down his taut body. He’s sexy, powerful, confident, but you stand by your earlier statement. Most of all, he looks so pretty as he wrecks you.

His gaze burns down at where you’re joined together, the creamy ring of your slick cum at the base of him, smearing down his thighs. His thrusts get sloppier, shuddering against you as he chases his high. You reach down and cup your hand around his balls, fondling and tugging them gently. Levi’s mouth falls open, his eyes going wide at the unexpected feeling. The look of shock on his face is intoxicating.

It drags him up and over the edge, and he bottoms out in you with a strangled cry, collapsing onto your chest as he shoots rope after rope of creamy cum. The thick warmth of him fills you as you stroke his back and brush the hair from his face, soothing him through is high.

He peels away from you with a shudder, gasping for breath, pupils blown wide in the gray sky of his eyes. He takes a moment just to breathe, coming back to himself before sliding out of you with a wet gush of your mixed cum. He wraps his arms around you and gathers you against his chest, pressing soft kisses to your salty skin.

“You okay?” He murmurs. “You were amazing.” 

You’re spent, your cunt still twitching from his exertions, and it takes all your energy to sleepily whisper back, “More than okay. That was wonderful.” You close your eyes and curl into him. “Sorry that we made a mess…”

He chuckles, his breath ruffling your hair. “I’ll wash these sheets if you don’t mind me staying a little longer.” He drapes his arm around your waist, tracing shapes on your hip, and the gentle caress lulls you even more. 

“Mmm, stay as long as you like.”

P.S. I BEG OF YOU no spoilers I’m watching AOT for the first time and just started S4!

[certified-boyliker]

Got It

Actor: Barou Shoei

MPAA: PG-13 (GN!Reader, suggestive)

Barou picked up his water bottle and began drinking when he heard his phone buzz.

"Hm? The hell?"

He picked his phone up, and checked his text messages. He saw that a message and photo came from you.

"I remember reading somewhere that athletes like their partners wearing their jerseys. Something about turning them on, no?"

He opened the photo and saw you had taken a picture in the mirror of yourself wearing Barou's jersey. He gritted his teeth and glared down at his phone.

What. The. Fuck.

When did he say that you could take and wear his jersey whenever you wanted? Never, that's when. He sighed angrily and typed back to you:

"Take that off by the time I get home, got it?"

He dropped his phone into his bag and went back to practice.

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When he arrived home, he set his bag down in the place he designated ifor it and made his way to the bathroom, hoping to shower quickly. When he reached the bedroom, he found himself enraged at what he found on the bed.

"I told you to take it off."

You were lying upside down on the bed, scrolling on your phone. Still wearing Barou's jersey.

"My phone died."

"Bullshit."

"Also, I took a shower."

"Doesn't matter. Take it off. Now."

You rolled over and sat on your knees. "I don't know you wanted me that badly."

Barou scoffed and turned away from you. "Still too wound up from practice, I don't want you-"

He turned to you and his face went slightly pink. You were naked, holding his jersey out to him.

"Why the hell are you naked?!"

"I remember reading somewhere that athletes get turned on by their partners wearing nothing but their jerseys. That's supposed to help with them usually being pent up, due to an overflow of testosterone, especially after a practice or match-"

"I don't give a shit- put on some clothes, goddammit!"

"Was my seduction tactic a bust?"

"Considering you said it in a completely monotone voice, and I am not more turned on than before I walked in, yes."

"Damn."

He watched you slide off the before before rolling his eyes and making his way to the bathroom. He took his shower, and as he scrubbed his back, he thought why you decided to do... that. Maybe you were pent up, or you just thought he was gone for too long.

As he toweled off, he sighed. Relationships were hard. Harder than trying to get past a defender or goalkeeper, and that's where most of his skills lied. He walked to the kitchen, about to address his theory concerning your behavior, when-

"What the actual fuck?"

You stood there, wearing only a shirt and a pair of knee high socks. You turned to him and, and with the straightest face.

"Hello, Master Shoei, how was your day?"

"You know the traditional thing to is wear a maid uniform, and where the hell are your bottoms?!"

"Well you just said to put on some clothes, you didn't specify how many. However your bottom could be right-"

"Pants. Now."

You rolled your eyes before exiting the kitchen. Barou sighed, that's what he got for taking you seriously for even a moment.

Credits: ©certified-boyliker and Pretty Boy Theaters

@https-true-egoist @bakerysnake

[luzzeagain]

Fei Liu AU, please :)

The premise on this one is - what if Qi Meng*did* get through to the Emperor with the message about Consort Jing being in trouble? And it got through because Fei Liu interrupted the 'bandits'; hence the title.

"The white jade seal carved with the personal sigil of the head of the Jiangzuo Alliance had opened the gate so quickly that it was a wonder the guards didn’t drop their keys, and Fei Liu was riding fast and silent for the south. He wasn’t entirely sure where the Royal Tombs were, but he’d seen the road the Grand Empress’s cortege had taken and somewhere so important must be fairly easy to find.

By daybreak, he could see tiny figures on the road ahead of him, and as he drew closer, he recognised the man who had nearly hurt Su-gege, riding with someone who was dressed like one of the palace maids. Now he knew he was on the right road, and he urged the horse faster. They were going to visit the Emperor, and the Emperor was with Nihuang-jiejie, and Su-gege had called out for Nihuang in his sleep.

The road fell into a slight dip, and he lost sight of them for a few minutes. When he came over the rise, the man was lying flat on the road, and the girl nowhere to be seen." It's in five parts - or will be, if I ever write the other two - with a different PoV for each part, but my favourite is still the opening, where I am attempting to explain to myself exactly *why* Qi Meng is in a role for which he is so eminently ill-suited:

There were dozens, if not hundreds, of men in Prince Jing's army who would gladly have taken an arrow for their commander. There was, to the best of Zhanying's knowledge, only one man who had actually done so, and Zhanying sometimes rather wished he hadn't.

Not that he wanted any harm to come to Prince Jing - Zhanying hastily made the sign against ill-fortune. But it would certainly have saved a great deal of trouble if only someone else had done it. 

The whole thing had taken place about three years ago, out on the Eastern border. Zhanying himself had been commanding the south wing on the other side of the battlefield at the time, but he knew what had happened - everybody did. The general's party had been too far in advance, too fast, and had been cut off from the main force. Prince Jing's horse had stumbled, and an enemy spear had gone clear through his thigh. His standard bearer had flung himself in front of the arrow that would have finished the job, taking it full in the chest, then fought his way back to the main lines, wielding that ridiculous sabre of his one-handed, with the general over his other shoulder. He'd delivered the prince into the hands of the physicians, and then collapsed at his feet. 

To Qi Meng’s credit, he had never sought reward. "No need, no need, this tough old skin must be good for something." But that hadn't prevented the general, rightly, from granting it. Neither Prince Jing nor General Zhanying were under any illusions about the man’s tactical abilities, but saving the prince’s life guaranteed the man a promotion, so a promotion he must have. By tacit agreement, they’d managed to put him in places where he could do no harm, and might even be an asset.  

It had not been so bad when they were in the field, but in Jinling, finding somewhere in the duty roster was hard enough at the best of times. Sending him out to hunt for the monster had been a stroke of genius, if Zhanying did say so himself. He didn’t have much faith that Qi Meng would actually find the monster, if indeed it existed, but having Qi Meng and his squad crashing around at least made people feel safe, and might perhaps scare off a fox or two. Now, with Jing himself out of town, all troops in the city had been pulled back to Jing Manor, and even so, Zhanying had no-one of equivalent rank to spare when Consort Jing’s maid had arrived in the middle of the night, demanding an escort to the Emperor as a matter of urgency.

He was​ a capable bodyguard, though, and surely any maid brought up in the Inner Palace - let alone one who had managed to get out of it - would be familiar enough with the ways of intrigue that she could cope on her own once he had got her to the Emperor in one piece. Probably. 

Zhanying realised he had been staring sightlessly into the lamp flame for the last five minutes and dragged his attention back to the stack of provisioning reports in front of him. Prince Jing could be back any day, and would expect a full accounting. 

Unconsciously, his fingers curled again into the sign against bad luck.

[spikedsoul]

maid's worst nightmare - ch 35

happy early valentine's day~

previous chapters

@sovereign-of-succ

Bowser had no idea exactly what you were up to but he did know you were taunting him, taking off at a full sprint as you laughed. Had Peach done something to you somehow? Or, wait - did it have something to do with being teased about not falling in love? The moment she'd said it, you'd flushed with embarrassment…

He didn't dare to hope it meant what he wanted it to mean. For now, he focused on the enchanting scent of your happiness as he barreled after you; there was a sort of thrill in chasing you down, heightened by your lingering giggles when you narrowly avoided his grasping hands by ducking under his arm as you suddenly changed directions.

"Hey!" he shouted; it took him way too long to turn around for his liking.

You laughed and met his gaze over your shoulder. "Gotta be faster, big man!" Oh, you weren't taunting him; you were teasing him.

And he liked it.

"You'll run outta stamina before I do!" he threatened as he started to catch up again. This time, he was prepared for you to try the same tactic to get around him, but instead of bolting under his arm you slipped down an adjacent hallway.

You just laughed; he could hear the breathiness already. It was only a matter of time now.

His claws dug into the carpet as he rounded the corner behind you, his tail swinging out to the side to keep him balanced as he entered the long hallway.

Oh, you were so done! There was no chance to escape because he wouldn't let you dip around him again, and there weren't any offshoot hallways until the very end, so unless you suddenly gained the jumping ability of the stupid Italian brothers, he had you.

But of course you weren't giving up; he could see your legs working hard to keep ahead of him even as he neared you again. He had to give you credit for trying to outrun him… it was just too bad you wouldn't be able to.

Just as you started to almost get near the end of the hallway, he finally got his hands around your waist and snatched you up with a triumphant laugh. You squealed and squirmed, but ultimately fell into airy laughter, trying to regain some breath at the same time. There was an undeniable charge in the air between you two that he didn't plan on ignoring any longer.

"Damn," you panted softly, letting him turn you to face him, "I've run from my feelings before, but having them physically chase me was a new experience."

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he quietly turned to press your back against the wall. "Don't start things ya can't finish," he rumbled deeply, watching with a smug feeling as your cheeks flushed. He was trying to tease you, but he was also teasing himself at the same time, his tail swaying quickly behind him.

Okay. He couldn't stand it any longer. The chase (as short as it was), the fucking adorable blush on your face, the sweet absence of fear despite those round doe eyes… You liked him. Dare he think it: you loved him.

His head tilted slightly to the side and without another thought or hesitation, he pressed his lips against yours.

It wasn't a perfect fit, due to obvious reasons, but he couldn't deny the electricity that shot through him; you obviously felt the same, because instead of pushing him away, you tangled your fingers in his mane. And fuck if that didn’t make his big heart flutter. Your lips were warm and soft as you kissed him right back, not an ounce of hesitation there - despite what he knew you’d been through.

You had trusted him with one of the biggest secrets a person could carry with them and now you were starting to trust him with a sort of intimacy he’d never actually thought he’d experience. Through all the times he’d kidnapped Peach, daydreamed about a partner that reciprocated, laid awake at night in his repressed loneliness, he’d never actually imagined he’d find someone who would put up with him, yet here you were: a traumatized little handmaiden too afraid to say her real name.

He wouldn’t trade you for the goddamned world.

You cupped your hands at the base of his horns and tried to pull him closer, deepening the kiss. An involuntary deep, dominating growl pushed its way from his throat at the action. Instead of trying to shy away, you responded with a soft noise of your own that - oh fuck. Oh shit. That wasn’t just a simple little hum.

He inhaled sharply, the kiss mutually broken as you both popped your eyes open to stare at each other.  Your hand came up to cover your mouth.

“You fuckin’ moaned,” he breathed. He pressed against you a little, another involuntary growl leaving him as he carefully tucked his nose into your bruised neck and inhaled your scent. “You moaned.”

You shook your head defiantly, but he could feel the shiver that shot up your spine. “It was not a moan,” you mumbled.

He kissed your neck lightly. “Keep tellin’ yerself that, baby. I know what I heard.” You rewarded him with another shiver as you exposed your neck a little, and he quite happily began to pepper your bruised throat with sweet little kisses. He was very careful not to hurt you.

“Fuck, Bows…” you breathed, your eyes fluttering lightly. He knew you were absolutely soaking up this innocent attention like a sponge… unfortunately, though, you just made something too easy for him.

“With pleasure,” he growled with a wide smirk.

You squeaked softly when he pulled you away from the wall, your eyes going wide. “W-wait–!”

“Relax, Samecca. I know you ain’t ready for that just yet.” As much as he wanted it already, he would absolutely wait for you to come to him… or, fuck it, you might make him chase you again or something. Either way, he’d let you tell him somehow when you were ready, in your own time. “We’ll take it slow. Promise, okay?”

Immediately, he felt you relax in his arms, and you nodded. You both knew the jokes would have a slightly more serious undertone now, certainly some genuine flirting, but he felt it had been important to remind you that he would keep his word about not taking advantage of you.

“I promise I’ll speak up when I don’t like something,” you murmured, then pulled him in for another kiss. He rumbled as he practically melted into it, but after a few moments something occurred to him and he pulled his head back.

“Let me clarify somethin’,” he said, and you nodded. “When ya say that… you mean if things gettin’ kinda hot ‘n heavy, and you not sayin’ nothin’ to me ‘bout stoppin’... I’m good to just keep goin’?”

You gently stroked his snout, your hands as gentle and soft as ever as they ran from his cheeks to his nose. “Exactly. I reserve the right to stop in the middle of anything we’re doing, but if I’m not speaking up, then I’m okay with you not stopping. That’s a promise.”

Good, that would actually make things very easy for him. He wouldn’t be constantly guessing if you were okay, and you were free to test your own limits while knowing that he would stop at any point for you. Certainly that sweet little moan of yours would keep him enough company in certain moments to let him be as patient with you as you needed. He figured it also couldn’t hurt to just straight up ask you about some stuff too, probably, so he decided he would start with something on the easier side.

“Hickies?” he grunted, shifting to carry you bridal-style as he headed back down the hallway toward his room.

“What about them?”

He snorted softly and glanced down at you. “Can I give them to ya?”

You blushed, hiding your face, but he felt you nod against his chest. “S-sure… but what if your kids ask…?” you squeaked out.

“Never said they gotta be on yer neck, did I?” He snickered quietly.

You didn’t respond, highly embarrassed… but you also didn’t contradict him or say no. He blinked when he realized. Before he could ask, though, his nose was suddenly tingling with a scent he’d never smelled before, and he found himself picking up his pace a little. He didn’t know what the fuck was going on, just that you suddenly smelled like heaven. It was to the point that his mouth was beginning to water.

He’d have to figure it out when he got you to the room for lunch. Hopefully the food would already be waiting, which would give you two some time without the pressure of knowing the time would be interrupted. Just had to get there…

[pansnovydinnia]

renee mod reaction post 3, probably the last one, my full opinion, i guess?

SpOiLeRs

okay so... first chapter. idk if there's a second one, ill look into it. but so far...

everything before the end scene in the noname girl's apartment was very logical, cute and clear. we've got a setup, a bit of backstory, we got to know Renee better, we've learned that she's very protective mother... we've seen her interacting with Andrew very cutely, craving my Milf kinks so much...

but the the scene. oh my fucking god the end scene.

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it started with Renee's frustration over the fact that Andrew let go off and killed the noname chick. but i have a question.

where did her reaction fucking came from? andrew killed a warden, it was for the best for them. renee is still angry, because... i actually don't know why. she wants to be in charge? she wants to control Andrew?

before, we've seen her being protective and covering a lot, loving Andrew dearly, caring for him in her twisted way. but after the chick-killing she became so so so angry

come to think of it, warden guy can be explained by her wanting to be in control (recall her "Mother knows best" citation). but chick moment? chick moment is about her thinking that Andrew let go off the girl because he wanted to fuck her. it may come from the sexual frustration Renee feels herself, so she projects it onto her son. tho she seems to... really overreact.

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and here she's talking about her covering up for andrew. and... i have a question. why are you complaining? it was YOUR choice to cover up for him. you told us 11037 of times in this mod you want to protect Andrew no matter what, and now you're angry because you... have to protect him? after swearing you're going to do that no matter what???

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controlling part frustrates me too. i still don't really get where it comes from. she wants to protect Andrew, so he has to be obedient for her, which will make the protection thing easier?.. i would be glad hearing an explanation from someone smarter than me my anorexic ass is stupid as hell

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here comes the part, when she thinks Andrew wanted to fuck the girl. Renee also uses her loneliness as a manipulation factor, but she does it so... so unwell. she's demanding, not manipulating, i would say. in this situation it should've been pitying herself, not yelling on Andrew about an already dead girl?..

yeah she then remembered julia but i don't have much to say about that. she started an argument mostly out of nowhere, showing herself as really immature and stupid individual. when she has never been like that in the mod before. horny? yes. joking sometimes? yes. madly obsessed with her son? yep, very much. aggressive and easily flammable?.. nope, she was strikingly calm and more depressed than demanding and controlling.

but she's just loud and obnoxious all of a sudden. no gaming choice has been maid before to lead to her behavior like that. we've only had the 666.66 splitting money stuff... and the playthrough showed her splitting the money, which made Andy happy actually.

i thought her manipulation tactic would be self-pitying and soft sweet talks about how much she loves her boy, and how she knows better, how she can handle everything... i thought it would be more like mother gothel (idk how to spell) from Tangled (Disney)

"Mother Knows Best" as she, again, said herself m unfortunately I can't add the screenshot cause 10 pics per post ):

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and here she's thinking about leaving her favorite son alone, even turning him to police??? like what?? who was telling a story about mommy monster loving her child so much she ate every enemy?? who, being super vulnerable and transparently depressed, was asking Andrew to not live her alone? who was getting along with him so well like... a few scenes before????

the story crushed Renee's protective milf attitude so hard. she felt for me like spoiled 14yo who couldn't understand the value of connection with someone, cause parents never loved them. she became very immature, loud and aggressive all of a sudden. she even hit Andrew at some point, which yah, doesn't go very well with her loving milf style..

I'm. yeah. i don't know. the ending is just awful, when everything beforehand was just perfect. yandere mother with depression and obsession? juicy. a demanding controlling obnoxious freak, who forgot about her son, whom she claimed to love to death?.. meh

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so... i guess thats it. if you think i misunderstood something, be brave to point it out, and ill be brave to read it and maybe edit the post 🤙🏻 i really don't have much more to say about the mod. it disappointed me after 2 hours of the best ship dynamic imaginable. breaking the main char so suddenly... al i stupid or is there something wrong with ending? or its both? its probably both. but more about my stupidity. yeah.

[zaynahfrozenfrost]

Enchanted To Meet You Part ||| (The Final Part)

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This is the last part of this series and I don’t know if this part's gonna be good but never mind. I'm really sorry for the long delay, I had exams and I had to find some wedding vows from Google but they weren’t good so, I had to delay it for that. I don’t know if these are Jewish vows but never mind.

Today's my wedding day and I felt scared at every single minute coming because I was coming a step closer to Edgar's dungeon. The wedding would start at 2pm and I had woken up at 9am. The maids, makeup girl and my stylist were dressing me up. It was a white strapless dress full of ruffles made of fine silk and I loved it. I had my hair in the back into a braided bun and my front into side swept bangs with my tiara and veil which was quite long. I had pearls on my dress unsystematically with some pearl earrings. I had my last conversation with Beth, Venus, Noelle and my best friend Freya. The wedding, it all felt too rushed for me.

I got into the carriage and we reached the cathedral 1 hour before the wedding. My parents were talking with Edgar's parents and they told us to go somewhere else. And so we did.

"How do you feel about the wedding? Or are just gonna run away from it like you do?" Edgar asked

"Please don't talk to me, Edgar. We both know what this marriage is for so, don't bother asking imbecile things" I said angrily

We both went silent as if we were strangers. Why did I have to see this day? Why am I marrying Edgar? Shouldn’t I be with Timothée? My mind had a lot to ask. Edgar's parents seemed like good people and most probably, they don't know about his tactics at all.

Then the guests started to come. I walked down the aisle with my father. It felt like I was going towards my birdcage.

"Dearly beloved, we gather here today to celebrate the union of Prince Edgar and Princess Y/n in marriage. In the Jewish tradition, marriage is considered a sacred covenant, and we are honored to witness this joyous occasion."

"STOP!" A voice shouted. And it was Timothée with my sister Sasha and her husband Rome. I talked with Sasha everyday so, how did Timothée know about all this?

"He's not a good man." Timothée said to everyone

"I don't understand" Edgar's father said

"What is he saying?" Edgar's mother asked

"How so? Do you have proof?" My father asked

"We do. You see, my dearest father in law, Y/n has told my wife about that man's disgusting behaviour towards her. You might ask, what happened to her left eye? He punched it and a few times, she called us and told Sasha about how he slapped her, forces her to do everything etc. Y/n never wanted to marry Edgar but because of your foolish, disgusting and greedy behaviour, she's putting herself into a bird cage. I hope this helped you" Rome said

"Edgar? How could you? You're our son and you go and do THIS?!?" Edgar's mother said

"Y/n, I never knew my son is such a sinister human being. My condolences and I deeply apologize for my son's behaviour" His mother said.

"Edgar, I guess it's time you get your dose of discipline because you were going to put another kingdom's princess in danger" His father said angrily

Then they took Edgar away and apologized to me a lot. I forgave them since they are not villainous like their son is. My father was raging with maroon on his face. My mother was shocked along with everyone.

"Y/n, what's going to happen to the ceremony? You might never be able to get married if we don’t get a groom." My mother told me

"I'll be her groom" Timothée said

Then Timothée got dressed up in his outfit. He looked so flawless and ethereal in it. Then I had to walk down the aisle again but this time, it felt safe because I knew I was walking to my soulmate. Music was playing as well.

"Dearly beloved, we gather here today to celebrate the union of Prince Timothée and Princess Y/n in marriage. In the Jewish tradition, marriage is considered a sacred covenant, and we are honored to witness this joyous occasion."

"Prince Timothée, do you take Princess Y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish? Do you promise to support her in times of joy and in times of sorrow, to be her partner in all of life's adventures?" Requested the priest

"I do." Said Timothée

Princess Y/n, do you take Prince Timothée to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honor, and cherish? Do you promise to support him in times of joy and in times of sorrow, to be his partner in all of life's adventures?

"I do." I said it and felt cathartic

"Do you both promise to create a home filled with love, kindness, and understanding? Will you build a life together based on mutual respect, compassion, and shared values?"

"We do." Timothée and I said together

"May your love be a guiding light as you embark on this sacred journey of marriage. May you find strength in each other, and may your union be a source of inspiration and blessings to all who know you. By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you as spouses. You may seal your vows with a kiss."

Then we sealed it with a kiss and I felt like I was in heaven, his kiss felt so appealing. Other than my father, everyone was clapping. In evening, we were going to have our first dance ball and I felt so adrenalized because, this was going to be our first dance as a married pair. I can't believe that I actually got married with the love of my life.

Evening came around. I was wearing a off-shoulder tea length dress which was a very light shade of lavender and I had my hair down with a floral head piece. Timothée looked so charming that I couldn’t help but stare at him. Other than my father, everyone was there. The evening was so breath-taking, it was the best day of my life and I'll never forget about it.

Sorry if the ending sucked lol, I didn’t know what else to put here.

[arcplaysgames]

Ann wanted to go to Inokashira Park, and my GOD ITS PRETTY HERE! GOSH IT'S SO PRETTY! You just take a train and suddenly you're in like a beautiful park with a lake?

AND THEY GOT SWAN BOATS? gtfo oh my god

anyway, Ann wants to strengthen her heart and her first tactic is to ask Reverie to say mean stuff to her and she'll brace herself and take it.

I'm bad at saying mean shit to Persona characters' faces, that what I have this blog for, so I wuss out and Ann is like "Hm this is maybe not working." Yeah no kidding.

okay god i put it off but mishima keeps texting me about the fucking maidwatch thing

I've never met guys less cool than you two and I knew Yosuke Hanamura in a previous life.

Also wow that. Is a small apartment. New Yorkers would look at that and balk.

Ryuji you are the Worst of the bros. You shouldn't even get to be called a bro, you're so bad at being a bro.

Mishima and Ryuji abandon Reverie, an act of betrayal I will never forget and never forgive. They go hide on the balcony.

oh my god they voice that one specific line, where is the eject button

I'm trying to save Reverie with all I have, but like the protagonist of any decent tragedy, he was doomed from the start.

oh my god i'm gonna lie down on the floor and expire

ma'am, i am so sorry, also your outfit is so cute, but i am SO sorry, i can get you the names and addresses of the boys who set this up if you want to strangle them

anyway. yep. okay. she's just working this part time for some more money and I'm super sympathetic to that. also, someone clearly set her up, as the flyer for her maid service was stuffed in Ryuji's locker.

I missed the screencaps, but one of the other teachers is trying to expose Kawakami's side gig, so I covered for her. I figure I owe her that much. SIGH.

also i dunno what the deal is with this girl but she's p much stalking Reverie????? idk

she's also, like...... in the entrance hall hiding behind a magazine as she peeps on ppl. what is her deal. i don't wanna be mean but you like in Tokyo, get a hobby, girl.

dawww lookit morgana and reverie watching TV

Reverie, your posture is terrible, sit back dammit

Ann asks Reverie for exercise tips and I cackled. YANNO, CATS ARE HEAVY.

ANN IS THE BEST GIRL. Thank you, Ann. I know that the game is probably wanting me to think Ann is weird, but I am so fucking relieved honestly.

In a much worse Confidant link, Mishima is using the Phansite to get a girlfriend, and I want to sink into the floor. I'm dying.

WHY A DOUBLE DATE?! WHY NOT JUST GO YOURSELF? YOU SAID YOU HAD INTEL ON ANOTHER JOB. /screams into hands

oh but don't worry, the girls apparently scoped out Mishima and Reverie from afar and decided "nope" and got back on the train Which, fair.

Mishima, why are you fighting for the Worst Boy spot so ardently, it doesn't have to be this way.

ugh bad screencap but: Reverie doesn't wear his glasses all the time? BAFFLING to me. he must have better vision than me, i would kill myself on the stairs without my glasses

I'm so glad my team can come together in making fun of Mishima. This is a bonding exercise.

Man I'd love to bring Yusuke here. Where is Yusuke? The only thing carrying me through some of the more dismal scenes is I wanna know what Arcana Yusuke is. I have no idea. I feel like Fortune would work for him pretty well,

Morgana, if I didn't get to carry a cat around in a bag in this game, I literally don't know what I would do with myself. Thank you for being here and being the best character. I love you, Morgana. /mwah

[malaismere]

m9 classpects, continuing from the vm ones over here, because boy do I have a problem

Fjord is the Knight of Heart

Beau is the Knight of Mind

Caleb is the Mage of Light

Veth is the Thief of Void

Jester is the Maid of Space

Molly is the Prince of Blood

Yasha is the Maid of Hope

Caduceus is the Sylph of Time

I was tempted for there to be Even More Knights because boy howdy are the M9 a Knightly sort of party. But I think this makes the most sense.

descriptions below the cut

Also starting with lunar sway:

Fjord, Beau, Caleb, and Veth are Derse to Jester, Yasha, and Caduceus' Prospit. I am torn between saying Molly is Prospit, Derse, or a a dual-dreamer.

The rough idea for order (as a chain, idk who'd actually go in first) is:

Caduceus -> Fjord -> Jester -> Beau -> Molly -> Caleb -> Nott -> Yasha

Fjord: Knight of Heart

This is a bit of a tangent, but do you ever thing about Charisma saves and what they imply about Charisma as a stat? Like, Charisma seems pretty self-explanatory, it's how pretty/charming/persuasive you are, but it's the same save you make to avoid getting banished. That's because really, Charisma is about a sense of self, knowing your own truth, and that's what makes you so charismatic/persuasive/etc.

Fjord's the Charisma caster of the party, which is interesting, because he's got a fucked up sense of self. It isn't that he lacks a sense of self, but more that he refuses to accept it - you don't hide something you're unaware of, you hide something you're ashamed of.

Heart is very much the Charisma Aspect, because while, superficially it's about relationships, it's way, way more about yourself, your identity, and your soul. That is, I think, the center of Fjord's journey as a character - who he is, and who he wants to be.

Class wise, there's a fun read with the Destroy classes (Prince/Bard) as he does more than a decent job destroying hearts (see: any number of verbal takedowns of an NPC) but while he's tactical, he doesn't really ghost mind the way you'd expect. So, I don't think he's Destroying using Heart, I think he's weaponizing it - that is, he's a Knight.

Knights are defined by their inesecurity and the resulting mask, in Fjord's case, his false accent. That mask is literally a false confidence, masking insecurity by pretending to be great at their aspect (despite the fact they already are). Fjord's entire confidence is with a fake self, even though his normal identity is great, peak Knight.

Also, on a more literal level...boy's a Paladin.

Beau: Knight of Mind

Beau is a Mind player. She's smart, sure, but moreso she's decisive. Mind is all about outcomes and consequences, and as such, has a strong tie to justice, which is also something Beau has in spades.

Beau also couldn't more clearly be a Knight. Knights fight with their aspect (the Cobalt Soul style being quite literally fighting with your mind) and are most notable for their masks. While powerful, their very insecure, specifically about their aspect, and hide that beneath false confidence or some other shield. Their challenge is to accept themself and their abilities, and understand that they can, in fact, do this.

While she never reads as indecisive, Beau, like the rest of the Mighty Nein, shies away from important things, the stuff that really means something. She doesn't truly trust in her decisions, her ability to shape the world. She definitely hides behind a cool persona to cover for this, and also her general fears relating to her family trauma.

However, as she comes into her own as an expositor, Beau becomes way more of a focus as a leader, a gatherer of information, and a tactician. Endgame, we see her more literally becoming a lawyer, again Mind associated, and has faith in her decisions and how she chooses to shape the world.

Caleb: Mage of Light

So, Caleb would also make a pretty good knight-

Archetypally, Caleb is bouncing between Magician/Prophet, which are the two that are closest to swapping and are more fluid. He reads active to me, selfish and taking control rather than being moved by his aspect, but these are the classes where that distinction is the smallest. I think any of these could work, but wow is my boy a Mage.

Mages are defined by experiencing their aspect, usually categorized as suffering it, and through that gaining a unique perspective. And what can you say Caleb's done but suffer.

Despite his interest in turning back time, Caleb's not much of a time player, and it's not really what he suffers. I can see an argument for doom, but he's not quite so fatalistic; instead, I think, it's his greatest downfall and his greatest strength: Light.

Light is often associated with Knowledge, which is great for a wizard, but more than anything else, it's Plot Relevance. Light is attention - the spotlight shining on you, which is where things started to go wrong for Caleb - Trent focusing on him. It's also literally light, ie, fire. So, you know.

Now, Caleb's an interesting case, because I say that during the Volstrucker training, he inverts to a Heir of Void. Heirs are prodigies, their aspect comes naturally to them, but they're also easily manipulated by it. Void is darkness, secerts, the hidden, and irrelevance. All very Volstrucker qualities!

As Heir of Void, Caleb's an excellent Volstrucker. But, he's easily manipulated by Ikithon's lies, to the point of murdering his parents. And, well, Caleb's not really the Heir of Void - inversions are unhealthy and unstable. He breaks, and becomes made of Void - insane, irrelevant, hidden away in the Asylum.

I'd argue that most of C2 is Caleb recovering from this inversion, slowly moving back towards the Light. He's very much hiding when we meet him, after all, terrified of being seen/found again. But, eventually, we see him return into the Light, really pushing himself into the limelight and leadership. He also uses that information he learned from his struggles to change the world around him - not, to be clear, the suffering of killing his parents, but the suffering from Ikithon's attention, as his goal is to keep others from going through what he had.

To top it all off, Mages are prophets, but unlike their opposite seers, they are less about the telling of prophecy (not ones to be listened to) and more about the act of miracles. And Caleb has the most iconic miracle of Light in the campaign - the return of the Luxon.

Veth: Thief of Void

Veth's main associations are with sneakiness/secrets, water/alcohol, and shiny useless things. There's a lot of Void/Light imagery going on with her, which ties into a lot of her issues with attention/hiding. There's also some stuff with her and doom (death, obligation, explosion) but thematically I think Void wins out.

Class wise, she has a lot of aspects that are very Knightly. She's got a literal mask (doll's) and a figurative mask ("little goblin girl") and a bunch of layers on top of that. But, I don't think she's truly a Knight (and not just because that would make for a VERY Knight-heavy session) but that it's more a matter of roleplay/inversion - with the inverse of Knight being the very appropriate Thief.

Thieves steal their aspect for their own benefit. Same as Knights, they're hiding insecurities behind their natural confidence in it. Veth is, naturally, a quiet, fade in to the background person, uneventful, unnoticed, and incredibly sneaky, natural fit for a thief of Void. She both steals using Void (stealth) and steals Void (useless, unimportant objects, also alcohol).

Now, speaking of alcohol, let's talk inversion.

I don't think it's right to say that Nott represents a full inversion - to be honest, the change is less in her personality and more her anxiety/comfort. But there are definitely some points where Veth inverts to Knight of Light.

The biggest, I'd argue, is the event that got her turned into a goblin to begin with - where she goes from quiet background to taking the stage and being a hero, weaponizing attention to keep her family safe. This, arguably, doesn't go as well as it could of, because, well, inversion never goes well.

In general, alcohol also tends to represent an inversion, and we can see this with Nott's alcohol-induced confidence. Drunk!Nott pushes the plot forward rather than being caught up in fear, and is much more of a fighter, as well as in general being louder and brighter. Again, this is unstable and unhealthy.

Veth puts inversion aside, but in her healthiest form, she's definitely a brighter and more open person, having better integrated Light into herself. Part of the challenge for thieves is sharing their aspect - and for Veth, a big hurdle is sharing her secrets with others, letting them in, both in revealing her true identity to the M9 and in being more open with Yeza. The honesty doesn't make her lose her abilities as a thief the way inverting did; instead, it's made her better, a more stable confidence.

Jester: Maid of Space

Jester's main motif is art - cluttered drawings and paint and creation. That's all Space, baby! Also, on a more superficial aesthetic, while it's not one of the class colors, Space is associated with green (like the Traveler!)

I do think there's a good argument for Heart or Blood as Jester's aspect - she's a romantic, and she's got a lot of stuff related to manipulating people, both magically and, just, everyone's in love with Jester. But I think a lot of Heart is, in fact, her roleplaying her mother versus herself - while she leaves home looking for her dad and hoping to get them back together, I don't think that's really her arc. Instead, I think it's more about how she relates to her own power and the Traveler, which is way more a Space thing.

Archetypally, Jester's hard to placae. She's got some vibes as Prophet of the Traveler, and also with the Fairy, and Magician.

There's a fun connection between Seer and Scrying. She's got the rebellion of a Witch, and the natural talent of an Heir. But I think, inevitably, I'm going with Maid.

Maids start out relying on others for their aspect. Jester has been given everything she's ever wanted from her Mother, all the tools and art for creation, just not Space itself. She's also, notabbly, pretty lonely. And then she gets her new 'patron' in the Traveler, who gives her the powers of Space, and also, like, literally Space and travel.

Maids arcs are about coming into their own power instead of relying on others, and, arguably, Jester's is about the fact she doesn't need the Traveler - he needs her. While she is still a Cleric, their endpoint is as friends, not god/worshipper, and they're on pretty even footing. Also, like, the general vibe that Clerics aren't warlocks, their power comes from themself.

However, I don't think this 100% fits, and I think there's a good argument for Witch of Space, as Jester's definitely got that rebel Witch kick, or Heir of Space, as it comes naturally to her, plus inheriting powers from the Traveler, and in general she's more of a Change than Create/Heal, although, like, she may not be Cad but she does still Heal. For Witch, there's also the fact that the inverse is Seer, but I don't think Seer is really an inversion for Jester so much as just a thing she also does / roleplay, and even then it's more Seer of Space than Time.

Molly: Prince of Blood

Mollymauk Tealeaf is all about living in the moment, floating change, being free and clear of everything binding yourself to the past and reality, inspiring others with your actions, really, the cornerstone of Breath.

Anyways here's my read on Molly as a Hero of Blood.

Okay, joking aside, I do think that Breath/Blood is the cornerstone of Molly as a character. There is some fun Hope/Rage stuff (and the Rage/clown/circus motifs) but I think that's more aesthetic than anything else. Breath and Blood is the conflict between the worldly and the divine, the grounded and the free.

Mollymauk Tealeaf is terrified that one day he's going to wake up and be Lucien. Because he doesn't want to have those connections, he doesn't want to be stuck in this body, he wants to change and grow and escape.

Princes are one of the two Noble Classes, and they destroy their Aspect / using their aspect, while ghosting the inverse. Molly's breath aligned, flighty and chaotic and fun and free, and uses that to destroy connections, as well as to literally destroy using blood. Also, like, I am your King, Long may I Reign is huge Prince energy.

Molly I don't think ever fully inverts, but I do think he dances around it; I think his advice is, for the most part, shit, because giving advice is a Sylph of Breath thing. He's better at actually taking action, not just telling people what they should do, y'know?

The challenge of a prince is to not destroy themselves along their journey. Molly accepts his bonds to the Mighty Nein, and the doing of it kills him. A failure, but far from a disastrous one, although there's definitely still something reckless that's very princely to the whole Bloodhunter class.

For the other persons Tealeaf, I think they're all the same classpect (which I don't think Molly would especially like knowing). Lucien is much more about Destroying Blood - his entire plan is abandoning the physical to ascend to the spiritual. Kingsley, I'm less sure of, mostly because we haven't seen enough, but I think that it still fits; he's got a lot of the similar arcs, and is definitely very Breath oriented.

Yasha: Maid of Hope

So, there's a very fun Light/Void read on Yasha - Void for her being quiet/in the background/constantly leaving, then Light for her true, divine self. (Light is also the Lesbians aspect, notably. Yes, I gave it to Caleb. No, this doesn't mean anything). I think there's a fun take here, but it's not quite where I want to go.

Instead, I'm looking at Hope/Rage.

Rage is a pretty obvious get for the barbarian, but it's less anger and more chaos, skepticism, defiance, vs Hope's optimism and inspiration. As an aasimar, Yasha feels like she's inherently a hero of Hope, but in this reading, she's spent all of her time since she was a child and first fell to the Rumblecusp arc inverted as a Hero of Rage.

While Angels are a hope symbol in general, I think especially it tracks for one of the Fairy/Create classes inverting to the Noble/Destroy classes. I can't imagine Yasha ever being a Sylph, so instead, we're looking at Maid of Hope, with it's inverse Bard of Rage.

Bard of Rage is a very barbarian classpect - it's what I gave Grog! - where Rage builds up and becomes used to destroy. When Yasha is fallen, she's very destructive, and her fallen aasimar abilities are very Rage. But, as this is an inversion, it's not stable.

So, who is Yasha, Maid of Hope?

Well, to start off, the Maid of Hope is epitome of life and inspiration - Obann has chosen her for her unkillable nature as a Zealot barbarian, and I'd argue this is the Maid of Hope at work.

Maids start out kind of as doormats; a Maid of Hope relies on other as to what to believe in. This tracks for Yasha, who's pretty gullible (see: like any Nott/Yasha interaction) and in general easily manipulated; this ties in to both the Skyspear and Obann pushing her towards that Bard of Rage inversion (although it still being important she's Hope at her core, for the Zealot barb powers for Obann and because she's the future leader for Skyspear).

Maids, however, rise to their power, they decide what to do, what to believe, and gain confidence in themselves, earning their power. Yasha in Rumblecusp arc really feels like this; she's decided what she wants to be, and ascends on wings of light.

Also something something Yasha's ideal life is being a housewife, not a warrior. Yeah, it's not that kind of Maid, but you know what I mean.

Caduceus: Sylph of Time

Class wise, Caduceus is the easiest of anyone - he's such a Sylph! Sylph are the most passive of the classes, the most healer, and, most importantly, the ones who give the most advice! Boy do Sylphs love to talk! They both heal their aspect and heal with it, and grow their aspect from seeds. Lots of plant imagery, which fits lives in the woods Clay.

Caduceus' main aesthetic is, far and away, death. He's the keeper of graves, after all. He's also got a lot of thoughts about fate and destiny. Now, these aspects are ones I used on Vax to associate with Doom, but for Cad, I think these are Time.

Time's the most active, and the most destructive, and personality wise doesn't track super well with the more patient Cad, but I think a lot of that is Sylph. He's not super space-y either, while he does have a plant association, he's not who I really class as creative, and I also really don't think he's impartial. The more you dig into Time, especially a calmer Time, the more it fits Cad - empathic, relentless problem solver, defensive, etc.

As Sylph of Time, Caduceus heals using his aspect - in this case, I'd argue, Destiny. His main work is with Fjord, fixing his path and destiny, and to a lesser extent, Caleb, pushing him away from his darker timelines, and, literally, the time manipulation plan. He also heals via death, which tracks with his decay/rot vibe, as well as healing Death itself, being the gardener tending a graveyard.

We don't tend to see much as to what Sylphs need to improve, because Sylphs are pretty stubborn and think they know best. Arguably, they need to accept that they don't, and that their meddling in other peoples lives isn't always helpful. Caduceus never learns this lesson, nor do I think he ever will, because everyone is too fucked up to even consider calling him on any of his bullshit. The only one who I think ever came close is Caleb, and hsi path was always to just sit there, nod, and ignore it.

(Before anyone asks me, Caduceus is helpful, but he also, definitely, doesn't always know what he's talking about. I love his one liners, but he has a narrow view of the world. Like, literally every single one of Taliesin's charaters has this same tick, a very strong and well developed and fundamentally flawed way of viewing the world; Cad's is just flawed in ways that are helpful to the M9).

[letstalkaboutit100]

Ideas pt 19

I also want an episode 2 parter where Lizzie is given a letter from her mother asking her to come home. And everyone asks if they can come (Alister and Bunny are with them too) and she's like "Sure why not" *everyone looks at Raven* "Ok I have been practicing and I think I got the hang of it! *she didn't lol* but they get there *after many tries XD* and go to the palace into the throne room where Lizzie's mom is waiting for them. (Chase is there too) They say their hellos and have their hugs but Lizzie's mom seems off. Lizzie asks her why she summoned her and what's the big announcement. LM (Lizzie's mom) then says that Lizzie is going to become Queen! Her coronation is in 3 days! Everyone gasps! Even the knight flinched! (I feel that the knights and the guards and maids took care of Lizzie growing up more than her mother. They taught her how to sword fight and the tactics of war while the maids saved bits and pieces of leftover cloth for her so she could use them and make her own clothing. They all love and care for her!) "B-But why?!" "It's far too soon!" everyone is confused and starts to ask questions but the LM silents them and starts to tell *more like shower* Lizzie with all the preparations and stacks of paper while stuffing her mouth with different cake favors. *time skip, fill in the blanks They are shown around the castle by Lizzie, Chase, and LM, and then all go to Lizzie's room and they talk about what the heck just happened! *Some Chase teasing/flirting with Kitty too. She rejects him every time lol* then later after her friends are banished (they discover that it's Courtly Jester in disguise when they offer to talk to LM for Lizzie since she's too busy planning the coronation *Apple offers to stay with her to help. She honestly enjoyed it way too much lol* (She of course tells Lizzie that it's not so bad and is just gushing about how she gets to be Queen so soon! How it's so exciting and she's jealous. "But Apple! I don't want to be Queen! Not yet anyway. I'm okay with becoming the next Queen of Wonderland. I'm mostly okay with my destiny! It's just... I have other dreams too. Things I want to do before I'm stuck and confined to a throne and mountains of paperwork." Apple is shocked! She never thought of it that way. She always thought that being Queen was going to be the best day of her life! And easy for her!) and Courtly as the Queen banishes them from Wonderland! Pt: After being sent home Chase comes out of the well to the school telling them he can sneak them back in and head to Maddie's house where Bunny and Alister are waiting for them. They have tea *Maddie and her dad are talking nonsense lol* and discuss a plan! Back over to the Castle where Lizzie doesn't know what's going on or that her friends have been banished *Apple does though. Chase tells her what happens before going to find the others* Apple tries to Keep Lizzie distracted while the others form a plan. But she finds out and is thrown into the dungeon with her REAL mother for a couple of minutes "If you don't become Queen then it's off with your mummy's head!" So in order to save her mother she agrees and Apple doesn't know that Courlty threatened Lizzie and that she moved the coronation to today! This whole time Chase is an inside guy telling the others what he knows and now that they run out of time they have to expose Courtly now! But by the time they get there, Lizzie is already walking down the aisle! She's now standing by 'her mother' while Courtly makes some grand speech. "Stop!" Raven shouted as everyone burst through the doors. "That is not the real Queen of Hearts!" After a bit of a fight and arguing Courtly is later revealed! In a last desperate attempt, she shouts "I don't know why you're all against me! I'm trying to help her fulfill her destiny! But look! She doesn't even want to be Queen! Wonderland needs a Queen! I am thinking of our home! Our future!" *Lizzie is shocked* This was Courtly's plan along! She didn't want to trick Lizzie into her destiny early! she was trying to take it away!

[captainaikus]

Imagine watching a movie or something with Oliver and he gets jealous of the actor. Or you being a fan on K-pop and he gets jealous of your bias cause you fangirl over them and refuse to notice him when you focus on your bias.

So he resorts to underhand tactics like stripping and begging for your attention. While you are glued to the screen fangirling and thirsting over other men. I bet he would be such a brat after all your fangirling is done.

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On the topic about jealousy, have you wondered how Reo would act. Never had to work to hard for anything. Everything came easy to him, then of course he finds soccer, Nagi, and you.

Unlike Oliver, Reo is probably chill when you fangirl over TV personalities, but people you interact with on a daily basis are a different matter all together. The smiles your partner for a college class gives you seems a little to friendly. How he brings you coffee or how he just decided that a cafe is a better place to do the project when the library is available. Or how the over worked college student at Starbucks might just sometimes give you an extra treat or fill your coffee a little more than other, and to think they might even scribble their number on your cup. Yea Reo can't handle others looking at you. Because he knows you aren't in it for the money or fame he has, so what's to say you won't fall in love with someone else. ( after writing this I realize this could be really angsty). The one person Reo loves end up loving someone completely ordinary and nothing can bring them back because it was never about the lavishing gifts and high class restaurants that needs months in advance registration, it was instead all about love. And somewhere along the way Reo might have substituted his love and his time for money without even being aware he did so.

-🍀

Hm... I can definitely see that happening. But Oliver is gonna do something before you even complete your fangirling.

You were sitting on the bed while Jackson Wang is on the other side of the screen, asking people if they wanted a drink and checking to see if they were going to drive home safely.

Oliver was tired from the day of practice, wanting nothing more than to have a shower and sleep. It was normal for the two of you to take baths together and today was one of those days where he wanted to be pampered, your fingertips running through the tresses of his wet hair as you rubbed shampoo into it.

"Take a shower with me." he asked, pulling the sleeve of your shirt, trying to get your attention.

"I already did. You go on." you said, tapping on a new video, the music playing in the background, with you nodding your head to it. Oliver watched as you fawned over the singer, humming to his lyrics with an occasional "woah" when they rolled their hips on stage, a cheeky grin on your face. He watched until he had had enough. He was going to get your attention the hard way.

Taking off his jersey, he threw it at your head, his bottoms were the next thing to follow, as you took the pieces of clothing off your head, throwing it back at him in anger, his one hand catching it.

“What is your problem you dickhead.” you yelled, smelling the collar of your shirt that managed to catch some of his smell, making you gag.

“Gross.”

Pulling you by your legs at the bottom of the bed, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, walking towards the bathroom.

“Glad to know that you’re coming in the shower with me. Wash my hair for me too, Bambi?”

In short. He is a brat. 😤 he is my brat

Omg the reo proposal (T.T)

Reo doesn’t care if you have a moment of being obsessed over TV personalities. He is so mature for someone so young. He doesn’t get jealous, instead he likes to see you smile. He was falling for you a bit everyday and it lied in the small gestures. Coming from an affluent family, everything was given to him at the drop of a hat or simply got it when he asked for it, maids and butlers at his service when his parents weren’t around or the expensive trips and unnecessary things he bought for entertainment filling in the void of emptiness and boredom. He wasn’t used to loving someone so ordinary. Ordinary in the sense, cooking an extra lunch box for him, sending simple texts to him or placing a bottle of barley tea and bamboo shoot on his desk or the time you had gotten him a small lion keychain when you had gone to the zoo together.

You were nice to everyone. Maybe a little too nice that he had seen people around him fall in love with you too.

And maybe it was a piece of everyone he saw that made him close in on himself. Falling for someone ordinary had never been Reo’s intention, yet here he was, holding a charm that you had given him on his birthday, the cheap metal that held no light to his millions worth of estate yet his hand shook, not wanting to throw it into the ocean in front of him. He could still remember the face you had given him on the day when he had decided to break up with you.

“Why, Reo?”

He didn’t know.

“Did I do something wrong?”

No.

“Is it because I’m not like others?”

Yes. Because you were ordinary.

(Clover istg - I was gonna take another route -nsfw- but in reading further… angsty it was) and I’m working on angsty piece. Very angsty. Seems like Reo has made it into the first part with this thirst

[estarion]

he’d stroke more than her ego, if she only asked.  old lovers, though.  he can do that.  he utilises all sorts of tactics to navigate interactions with—bodies.  that’s all they ever are.  a chore, a quota.  he’s known emma about an hour but she’s soared far above the ordinary; she’s someone he needs, someone who can help him, someone he’ll compensate for the trouble. coin, kisses, his body. whatever she wants.

and, again, the maid was never his mark—but they’re this close already.  they can get so much closer.  on the sofa, the counter, floor, her room ... assuming she resides somewhere in the building. he’s been given reigns to do anything he must to ensure quiet in this quarter of the lower city, so.  easily justifiable, the thoughts, the familiar-unfamiliar hands in his hair;  the pause he takes to turn for a heavy swig from the bottle, granting himself an extra bit of vitality.  all the while, he doesn’t let her hold on him end, keeps close.

“... emma.”   grumbling lips skim her cheek en route to cute, rounded ear. one hand has already escaped; if she tries removing the other, he’ll chase after it like a needy puppy.   “i wanted to do that myself.”   half-groan, half-chuckle.  blood’s got him giddy.  “you’ve heard things like ‘beat the stupid’ out of someone.  hypothetically speaking, do you think you could fuck it out?  if burdened with such a task.”   he pulls back a little and looks at her, brows stern and serious, lips trying to be too—the urge to smile is a hard one to curb tonight, colours rattling his brain, nails grazing his scalp.  briefly checking his aim, astarion presses the bottle’s tip to the swell of her breast, this time leaving a thick, dark crescent.  he cocks his head, silently awaiting her answer—and permission.

❛   i've had to make a lot of quick decisions in my life. if i trusted someone , if they were outright lying to my face , if i thought i was in danger --------- you learn to pick up on things really fast.   ❜ shoulders rise &* fall as emma half turns her body toward him there on the couch. him not denying her has her taking that she clocked him --- boosts her ego a bit , if she's honest. she's not always right in her accusations , but as sneaky as this one seemed to think he was , she saw right through him.

&* then he's pressed a bloody finger to her chest ------ not quite what she'd asked , but it's all in jest either way. the spot he's picked is what draws her attention most. she hums softly , her gaze flickering down to her chest for a beat , then backward him as she watches that finger. considers her options in regards to it , then passes all together.

❛   i grew up on the streets as an orphan. wasn't exactly a safe environment.   i don't know exactly where it came from -- hard to guess with all the scraps i went through. i always won , though. they can't take that from me. ❜

the arm around the back of the sofa moves forward , fingers smoothing into his hair like they're old lovers as nails scratch his scalp. the other hand swipes the blood off of her chest with her thumb &* raises it to her lips , daring to take the chance from before ---- to lick it off herself. she doesn't flinch at the unfamiliar taste ; shows no sign of regret as she sucks at her thumb --------- is she making a show out of it ? of course. ❛   it does taste better off skin , huh ?   ❜

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MAFIA WIVES OF SEOUL: Jasmine and Seokjin Kim

SUMMARY: Being the wives of Seoul biggest criminals isn’t easy. It comes with multiple hardships and obstacles. Jasmine Kim definitely knows.

RATING: 18+

PAIRINGS: Kim Namjoon x OC Kim Seokjin x OC Min Yoongi x OC Jung Hoseok x OC Park Jimin x OC Kim Taehyung x OC Jeon JungKook x OC

TAG LIST 🏷 : @sovereignlizzie | @jooniesbubbie | @jeonlxvr

BEFORE YOU READ: a small look into the girls relationship | someone's prego👀 | infidelity | misogyny | heavy heavy angst | abusive relationships| extremely toxic relationships | strong language| asshole jin | talk of child death | sex mention | talk of kidnapping | gaslighting? | crack? | violence

MUSIC REC: me and my husband- mitski | she knows - j cole

A/N: Please do not read this if anything I’m tagging is triggering.

Knocking at the front door startled all of the wives. If it were their husbands they’d open the door themselves with their own house keys so it had to be an unsuspected guest. No one was home but them so they couldn’t have anyone else open it for them. Looking amongst each other they waited for the knocking to go away silently arguing with each other about who was going to get up and open it. Quinn sighed, standing to her feet the blanket that was wrapped around her falling as she huffed “I can’t stand you lazy bitches.”

Shuffling to the door she looked through the peephole finding a woman holding a baby carrier. “She’s got a baby” she whispered.

“I don’t know it seems like a kidnapping tactic to me.” Diamond spoke, flipping to the next page in her book. “All seven of us are here against our will so how bad can this person be?” Athena voiced, head laying in Ariel’s lap as the younger girl rubbed in the face moisturizer.

The woman knocked yet again, this time speaking ‘hello? i'd like to speak with Mrs.Jasmine ?’ Jasmine looked up from her puzzle, making a confused face and pushing her glasses up on her nose. “Why would she need to talk to me?.”

“Can y’all just open the door damn.” Tina groaned, the noise waking up the pregnant woman from a nap. Jasmine hopped up unlocking the top and bottom lock of the door peeping through, the woman looked familiar but she couldn’t really tell.

“Mrs.Kim! I’m sorry for showing up like this.” scanning her face Jasmine remembered her as one of their maids who left suddenly months ago.

“Why would you need to speak to me?” She asked, opening the door wider. Her eyes fall onto the baby sleeping soundly then back at her ex-houseworker. “I was going to sit down and explain but I’m sure you wouldn’t want me to sugar coat it but… this is Jin's son.”

Jasmine eyes snapped down to the baby in the carrier staring down at the baby, hands gripping the door tightly. “Jin’s never?” The woman pulled a paper out of her diaper bag and Jin was in fact the father. Jasmine became light headed. “He fired me when I told him I was pregnant.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you. I’ll be sure to.. talk this out with him” when the door shut she turned around finding all the girls standing behind her sympathy deep in their eyes. Them standing there looking at her knowing she failed at being a wife was embarrassing, and she felt like she couldn’t breathe as her heart pounded hard in her chest. Eye filling up with tears as her sobs came out sounding like she was being choked.

“She’s having another panic attack”

“Jin got her fucked up,, I’d be hyperventilating too.”

“I say we kill ‘em’”

“How about we kill all 7 of them?”

“Can y’all be serious!” That's the last thing she heard before she fell unconscious.

“You had another panic attack.” Jin stated as he entered their shared bedroom. His tone sounded annoyed, as if his wife’s own health was a burden. She watched him shrug off his suit jacket the same one she’d ironed this morning and set out before he left to do “business” she wondered if business meant fucking other women that weren’t his wife. “I’m guessing you haven’t made dinner?”

Still she said nothing, just staring at the man who provided for her just as her father did her mother. She always told herself that she wouldn’t be like her mother yet here she was stuck as the woman who still adored and worshiped her husband even after finding out he had a child with a woman of a lower status. “Jasmine?” he spoke, voice laced with concern. concern? he was concerned? “Have you taken your medication today? I’ve been meaning to schedule an appointment with your doctor”

“Do you love me? '' she asked, eyes glossy watching his hand go to run through his hair. His finger missing the silver wedding band. “I’ve told you many times not to ask me silly questions.” His tongue poked the insides of his cheeks as they always do when he’s agitated. “Why don’t you wear your ring?”

“Is it a requirement? Everyone knows that I am married.”

“Yet that doesn’t stop you from fucking maids?” Jin breathed hitched, eyes widened a bit before he contained himself. A deep frown setting itself between his eyebrows. “Maids? I would never stoop that-“

“BUT YOU DID!” throwing down on the bed the credit card transaction and the DNA test. “You went and fucked the help now she’s pregnant with YOUR bastard baby. You’ve bought her expensive dinners, lingerie, fucking flowers?!”

“You can’t even look me in the eyes and tell me you love” she yelled, which was way out of Jasmine’s character. Even though she was mildly entertained by the other girls and their petty arguments she still disliked cursing, fighting, and yelling. There was a first time for everything.

“I do love you Jasmine. Can we please just sit and talk like mature adults.” He takes a step closer only making her take a step back causing Jin to huff arms crossing over his chest. “The dinners and lingerie weren’t for the maid. They were for someone else. I’ve never had penetrative sex with the help”

Someone else. Someone that wasn’t her.

Someone who was ironing and washing his clothes, someone who wasn’t making him breakfast every morning or packing his lunch, someone who didn’t have to bust their ass to make sure his dinner was on the table at a certain time, someone who didn’t have to be slapped around or forced to quit doing what they loved just to be his partner.

Someone who didn’t love him.

“You just haven’t been yourself lately, all these panic attacks and issues. I felt lonely and I couldn’t ask you to fulfill my needs so I went.. elsewhere.”

“I lost a child, SeokJin! Our child died! I’m sorry I can’t fuck you because I’m mourning.”

“You think the death of my only son didn’t hurt me? I wanted a healthy child and wife now I have to sit around and babysit you like you’re the child.” He shouted, tips of his ears completely red as he breathed heavily.

“Fuck you Jin! I wanted a husband who isn’t a selfish, and cruel sack of shit. If it isn’t about the handsome Kim Seokjin YOU act like a child. For example, cheating on me with a maid and some unknown woman doesn’t care about you the way I do.”

She turned and began packing her things in a bag. “I’m going to stay in the empty part of the estate.” shutting the case closed she moved to leave when he snatched her back by her forearm making her drop her bags. “You can’t just leave me here alone.”

“You’ve done the same to me many times” the familiar glint in his eye, shivering the alarms in her head telling her to back down but she stood tall.

His fist clenched hard as he released her, taking his anger out on the wall causing the picture frame to fall on the ground. The picture of them holding each other at their wedding, all smiles and sunsets “You’ll be back. Like always” and he was right. She’ll be back. Just not anytime soon.