#my gut instinct is that it cant look the same

[bananonbinary]

question for any people that have lost their sight (or sighted people who understand blindness ig) that might come across this post: does blindness (of the "cant see anything at all" variety) actually "look" dark? a common trope in fiction is someone waking up newly blind and assuming they are in a dark room, is that actually reasonable or are the two things completely different?

[peggyao3]

Pt. 31 - Pegging

A/N: Wohoooooo, I actually finished kinktober 🥳🥳🥳 and only burned myself out a tiny bit. SUB!FEYD IS BACK for the final belated day and we're going out with a bangggggg (literally)

TAGS: she/her AFAB FMC, mega sub!Feyd, slight mommy kink, slight praise & degradation kink, anal sex, fucking him until he says it's too much but she keeps going and he likes it, mentions of past dub-con done to FMC by him

WORD COUNT: 740

"My silly boy, do you even remember your own name, hm? Or have I fucked you stupid?"

Feyd-Rautha lets out a pitiful noise and all the glorious muscles of his arched back shiver under her touch when she trails her fingertips up his spine. His bound hands, which rest against the small of his back, try to reach for her, aimless and sluggish and she snickers at the pathetic attempt. Demonstratively, she leans over him, one hand curled around his flank, the other tickling the nape of his neck.

"Hmmppff—" Feyd huffs into the pillow. Triceps and trapezius muscles bulge under his sweat-damp skin when the thick shaft of the phallus strapped to her pelvis sinks into him fully, forcing a delicious shiver through his wrung-out cock.

She is so deep, he could cry.

"Look at me," she demands and her deceptively gentle fingers curl under his neck, searching for his chin in the heap of spit-damp pillows. Like a dog after a bone or a boy after a piece of candy, Feyd-Rautha chases after his darling's hand.

Deviously sweetly, she indulges him when his blotchy face appears in profile, cradling his soft cheek which is still red from the backhand she had given him earlier, when he deserved it. "There's my boy, so pretty."

His pink lips stand apart, shiny with spit, black teeth only made visible by the glossy reflections on them. An hour ago, when they had started and she first had him speared on the artificial cock, those dark eyes had been glinting with impotent rage. Ever since then, she has unraveled him, stroke by stroke, thrust by thrust, and his tight hole had loosened up to her and he had shivered in pleasure as she gave him climax after climax. The bed linen beneath his pelvis is mottled with inky seed.

"You can give me more, baby, wouldn't you like that?" She swipes her thumb along the corner of his wet mouth and cants her pelvis, rocking the thick head of the toy into Feyd-Rautha's prostate.

"Aahh," he moans pitifully and his lids droop. She picks up the pace, short, deep thrusts due to the small range of motion. Feyd's torso is longer and broader than hers and she wants to keep his pretty cheek in a cradle.

"There you go. Mommy's little slut."

"Ahahah—" Moans curl into drowsy giggles; a scrunch of his hairless brows. His glutes flex against her pelvis and his nails bury themselves into the crescents he has already dug into his fleshy palm.

"I did fuck you stupid," she purrs and presses her free palm against his back. "Lower."

Feyd-Rautha obeys, smushing his torso into the sheets with his ass still elevated enough. She folds herself over him, breasts coming flush against his shoulder blades. Resting most of her weight on him, her palm slides around his flank and the hard, twitching planes of his abdomen before cupping his painfully overstimulated cock.

The jerk that runs through his muscles is vicious and she retorts with an equally vicious squeeze of his throbbing cock. Her merciless hand then wanders to his bruised balls, tugging and squishing like he's only a toy. 

"Sto-o-op," Feyd whines and finds his pathetic pleas stifled by a thumb pushed against his tongue. Instinctively, his lips wrap around it and he is almost thankful for it. What sort of man would he be if he couldn't endure the same abuse he had given her over and over?

"You're so sweet," she coos and he is glad that the phallus isn't made of flesh and blood, or else she could have felt the needy clench of his hole.

Each drag of the obscenely thick toy is like a punch into his guts. This is absolutely, definitely too much. But his darling doesn't even think of stopping. Feyd has a feeling she's going to keep him here and cumming on her cock like a bitch in heat until he is bleeding down his balls.

Release creeps up on him in painful waves and the contractions of it have his muscles thrashing under the soft cage of her body and his teeth sinking into her thumb as he screams his lungs out, voice ground into hoarse, grating roars. The next thrust has his knees buckling and his cock is crushed by the weight of his own body. 

Blushing in shame, Feyd feels each pathetic squirt of seed directly against his navel.

A/N: If you would like to read more from me in the future, feel free to check out my ongoing Feyd x scientist!FMC fic Relic or my Masterlist for numerous oneshots ❤️

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[roughentumble]

God. I bet Logan gets really bad domdrop. He'll finish a scene and get real quiet and then softly asks, "Babe, am I bad person?"

GOD. LITERALLY ABSOLUTELY SOOOOOO TRUEEEEEE

because he's always at war with his desires and his impulses and he tries to act very Human, like he doesnt /hate/ being a mutant and there are parts he embraces, but he also tends to hide/downplay those sides and only bring them out when he WANTS to shock someone. he contains multitudes. he's like, big on how others perceive him and will play into that intentionally in order to get the social upper hand by not presenting exactly how you'd expect, either being more or less animalistic than his apperance and your own biases would lead you to think.

im getting a little off topic but it is related! despite all that he is scared of being Too Other, Too Freak, Too Beast, Too Animal, Too Mindless. is he too violent? can he put down the violence, will the world let him? is he only made to be a weapon? what would others think of him, if they saw all the instincts he fights against? is he the instincts he fights, or is he the thinking man who wrestles with them?

all questions he struggles with, so any scene-- but extremely and especially a scene where he's mean or violent-- is going to bring those questions back up in his head until he's found a way to settle them and accept himself. i love the idea of wade and logan going out into the woods to dismember and gut each other, and then fuck in the bloody aftermath while their bodies are still knitting together, but logan is still trying to cling to normalcy and humanity enough that it would cause MAJOR domdrop once they were done. he'd be nauseous over what he got pleasure out of doing to another person, because doesnt that just confirm every evil thing ever said about him? while wade doesnt have the same reservations, because he's made peace with his own violence, and is much easier able to compartmentalize what theyre doing here as their version of "playing" because they can both take it. logan has absolutely no desire to dismember someone who cant grow back from it(or even if he does have the urge to do so with people who wont heal, the fact that they wont heal stays his hand and makes the thought repulsive even when the urge to do so with SOMEONE remains), so clearly this doesnt say anything bad about logan, to wade. clearly logan is just someone to the left of human who has inhuman urges and has no interest in sating them with the blood of innocents, he's just a Guy. its Fine. but logan isnt able to see that distinction in himself, and really struggles with feeling like a monster

he needs a lot of TLC and gentle introspection to get over it, and even after he's dealt with it there will be times where he looks over at wade and needs to know. did i hurt you too badly? am i bad because i want to hurt you? am i a monster? could you ever love me when i have your blood in my teeth?

then there's the "dont touch me, im a fucking monster" days where he starts breathing heavy and getting in his own head, and he needs to be talked to nice and sweet, reminded of how happy it makes wade and how he isnt alone in their games. he isnt bad for being an aggressor. because that's what it comes down to, being the aggressor feels like an evil tainted role when its him, but obviously its not bad when WADE is hurting HIM-- a flaw in his logic that he cant see when he's in the moment and panicking and feeling like utter crap

logan getting domdrop is actually something that can be so personal

[sevenmoreminutes]

is this even a picture of him my gut instinct is no because ive never seen this image before (and i have seen like 90% of public images that exist of him) and also it looks nothing like him but at the same time i cant see why they would put some random ass guy as the album cover

[nerves-nebula]

"as fascinating as this is (and it is fascinating, i love to learn shit like this) it doesn't really help my situation. i am still daily ATTACKED by anxiety. my ptsd havin ass WILL have trouble breathing due to an emotional flashback once ever few hours. idk how to fix it and im very tireddd."

Not to be that person but, therapy with a GOOD therapist, and considering what ik about you so f a r, probably medication that is used to treat anxiety and depression at the same time that is considered "mild" cuz ur brain chemicals may like that better. (One like Zoloft!) (If my gut instinct rings true I'd bet actual money on other medications increasing irritability an unfortunate amount for you)

I dunno if this is pushing a boundary or anything sjdhsjdj psychology major go brrrrr

🫐

yknow its funny, one of the reasons i cant stand the idea of looking for a therapist is just how long it'll take to find a good one i can trust. it seems like an insurmountable obstacle and i ammmm so tireddd aguhausghg.

im on fluoxetine and it sorta helped with the most extreme symptoms my first year of college but boyyyyyy howdy do i still have Symptoms.

its fine its not like ur actually diagnosing me or giving me meds ur just suggesting things that COULD help.

[cybernightart]

15 Questions and 15 Mutuals Tagged by @nitewrighter Were you named after anyone? funny story actually! I got my name because years before my dad met my mum, he had a dream about having a child with my name, and he was dead set on naming me that to the point he made sure none of my cousins were called the same name! When was the last time you cried? Like 2 days ago, I stumbled across one of those sad grim reaper comics with the animal spirits and those make me sob every time istg Do you have kids? Nope Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yes, but I'm very obvious about it. I struggle when other people are sarcastic, I'm very bad at picking it up, so I try and make it easy for others when I do it What’s the first thing you notice about people? In person, it depends. Maybe what they are wearing or their hair if it dyed a funky colour. But usually I get a vibe about a person, like a gut instinct whether I think they are going to be a good person or not, and I'm right a majority of the time, but I give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Online though, same sorta thing. Except i get the gut feeling about the way they type or in general talk with people, and how they have their profiles/blogs decorated (if i look, which isn't guaranteed) What’s your eye colour? Dark brown! Scary movies or happy endings? I wish I could watch scary movies, but I can't handle them, though I love gore art and horror stuff. I just can't do scary games or movies. I love happy endings though, a sure fire way to make me hate a book or movie is to have a sad or otherwise bad ending. Even if I love the rest, if the ending is bad, I hate it all. I watch movies to feel good. I don't wanna finish a movie feeling worse then when i started it! Any special talents? I can do the clover thing with my tongue, I can roll my stomach, other than that I don't really know? Most of the things I can do are “special talents” I didn't know they weren't normal until someone told me. Where were you born? Scotland! Though unfortunately i lost my accent, as i moved somewhere else a few years back What are your hobbies? Apart from playing games and drawing, it really depends on my current hyper fixation. But I have done things like knitting, crochet, painting (water/acrylic), sculpting, collecting things, baking, jewelry making and more (wish I was better at writing though, I'm 90% sure I'm dyslexic and have a really hard time reading/writing, and it's very hard for me to get my thoughts into text. My brain goes 500x faster than I can type and I have the bad habit of jumping around when I'm telling a story or writing something out, on top of the hard time with attention/ regulating focus part of my Adhd) Have any pets? I have 1 fluff ball of a dog called Maisy, she's a shih tzu bichon frise! What sports do you play/have you played? The only time I decided to sign up for a sports team, was in March of 2020, for a badminton team. The day try-outs were going to happen was the day we shut down for the pandemic. I now semi jokingly say that was a sign from the gods to never play sports XD How tall are you? I am an absolute giant, a towering giant behemoth of a human being at my incredible height of 5’4 ( 162.56 cm) XD Favourite subject in school?

Art all the way! But that was followed up by science and la depending on the unit/assignment Dream job? Video game character concept artist! Or concept artist in general but i love character design sm more then designing objects or scenery Tagging (i don't have 15 moots so cant do 15, but i do have these wonderful people!) @reaphantom @fr00tzcat @cyberbirb-arts @genjishimada @cloud-amiibo and anyone else who’d like to participate :D 

[whitherwordswither]

Three twenty-one. Ante meridiem.

Sleep has been an elusive beast. I've almost given up the hunt. I pile a few pillows behind me and a choice plush and slump back against them, closing my eyes. My brain won't quit, so I carefully tune it back in to that other world…

I often wonder how I came to be here. In this world. This alternate dimension permeating through the crevices of my brainspace.

The captain of the town guard and their truthseer asked me the very same, shortly after my arrival. They knew I didn't belong here. I was alien to them and despite my honesty it still felt like there was a level of distrust. I suppose it was in my favor that there was no evidence to support anything to the contrary.

"Tell me again how it happened." Silva asked, canting her head slightly to one side, eyeing me out of the corner of her eye was we walked side by side. It was early morning, the sun just cresting the line of the horizon, seeming to pause, resting precariously on the edge as if deciding whether or not to roll off and drag the sky down to darkness again.

It had been a few months now since I had lived there among them. Every so often, Silva would show up before dawn at Sebestha's door and request I accompany her on her morning rounds. We walked a path that ran the perimeter of the town, nestled between it and forest on one side, meadow and river on the other. She said this was the easiest way for her to get to know me better, and I surmised, to keep an eye on me as well. She had a good sense about her, a good gut instinct. I didn't think she often needed the truthseer, such was just a formality. I let my gaze wander over the trunks of the trees as we ambled along.

We also hoped that, being seen together, this might instill a bit of ease in to the townsfolk. There were still quite a lot that steered clear of and wanted nothing to do with me.

"It's still mostly… hazy." I sighed, not in irritation at the question, which she asked periodically, but at the fact that I couldn't really give her any new information. "I had decided to take a hike, alone. I crested a ridge and stopped at a viewpoint for a drink of water and…" I ran my hand back through my hair, ruffling it a bit. "The sky… I don't know. Something was off about it. It… shimmered? Kind of like… light playing over the surface of an opal. Like some sort of… refractionary glitch on the skyline." We had come to a halt at one of the intersections that led out of town, a wide cut path through the trees that led toward another town a few days travel to the west.

"I felt tired. Really tired all of a sudden so… I sat down beneath a tree to rest and…" I rolled my shoulders in a shrug and made a motion with my hands. "I woke up here."

The wolf's eyes turned to me after scanning down the forest path, searching mine.

"I'm sorry." I shook my head with a huff. "I know you're hoping for more but… it's… really all that I recall happening."

Without a word, she turned and we started down the road again. The trees began to thin as forest gave way to grassland. A chilly morning breeze swept along, rustling through the expansive fields. Finally, she gave a soft snort. "I believe you, human. Despite this tiny gnawing inclination not to. I suppose… it's just my nature. You're foreign. Incomprehensible. Yet here you are." Her deep amber gaze fixed on me again. I met her eyes, beautiful as they were, but inevitably looked down. I hated eye contact despite having a fascination with the peaks and valleys and the subtle variations in color of the iris.

"Believe me, I wish it wasn't this…" I flopped a hand about, as if the action were some sort of conjuration ritual for a correct word. "…difficult?"

"I know it has not been easy for you. Our little community is surely taking their time to warm up to your presence here. But I think they will, in time." She was looking out over the meadows now, ears perked, swiveling silently.

"Yeah… I know. I'm not… eh. They're weary and I'm too different. I'm doing my best to learn what I can. I know you've had problems in the past with outsiders. It's just hard. If I… If I didn't have Estha, I don't know what I would do…" We paused again at another intersection. Silva crouched down near some tracks in the dirt.

"I am glad that you two found each other." She stood, deciding the prints were nothing out of the ordinary, her tail swishing from right to left. "Sebestha is an old friend, as he's no doubt shared with you. Even I couldn't help him out of the place he was in after T'Jari… passed." She was staring at me again, unblinking. Silva was very detail oriented I knew, but it felt like she was scrutinizing every little speck of my person any time her attention lingered on me for more than a few seconds.

"I thank the stars every night. We've both… both helped each other… so much." The grasses of the meadow tapered down the closer we got to the riverbank. Sebestha had essentially adopted me. Silva's words, not mine. When I had first started to get settled here I had been staying at the inn on the north side of town. One day when I was out, however, someone had decided to completely trash the room. And instead of filing a complaint with the town guard I was simply asked to leave to prevent further damage to the property. I spent a few nights curled up in various alcoves. An alley. A barn. I had met Sebestha by chance one night, sitting out near a pond on the edge of the village. Apparently a spot he and T'Jari used to frequent.

The poor fox. I'd had quite enough of the callous indifference I had been trying to brush off and when he had asked if I was alright I had ended up dumping my load of frustrations on him. And either by sheer pity or simply not wanting to be another cold shoulder, he invited me to his home. Initially, just for a week or two while he helped work out a new living arrangement for me. But after the first month together we had really started to connect with one another. Pieces of puzzles I had thought lost were sudden there and fitting in all the right places.

Now… we still hadn't quite publicly announced our relationship. But I was starting to get the impression that everyone was gradually figuring it out. The hesitation was mostly on my end. Estha had been through a lot, was still going through a lot. He didn't need the added complications of being 'that broken old fox who was in love with the strange alien'. This, despite constantly being asked how he could have possibly opened his home and heart to someone like me. He would just smile and say; "Everyone deserves compassion, even if you don't understand them."

I had a sudden urge to be back at home with him, cheeks slightly flushing. Silva offered a smile, though it sat oddly on her muzzle. "You've brought him back in to the realm of the living, for lack of better terms." We now stood at a raised dock built slightly over the water. Some crates and a few empty barrels sat silently under rope netting, a couple fishing poles propped against it. It was a very quaint little scene. Gingerly, Silva continued. "I was afraid… we were going to lose him." We both stared in to the water, watching the shadows of a few fish float by. The sun was beginning its slow climb up over the trees behind us. "You'll… stay by him, won't you?" The wolf let her lingering concern color her features as she glanced at me. I nodded, absently reaching up and toying with the smooth stone that hung around my neck. Something Estha had bought me on a whim.

"I really can't think of any other place I'd rather be than beside him." I had the feeling Silva already knew the two of us had grown close. She had known the fox since they were pups, after all. "He talks… about T'Jari. A little more every day. I can… almost see the weight, little by little… as it lifts from his shoulders. I know it won't ever all disappear. It never does. I carry my own losses still, I imagine we all do in some shape or form. In our own ways. All we can do is be there for each other through the harder times and know that… though the ache and the yearning will remain… it gets better." I gave a small laugh then, shaking my head. "I remember the first time I got him to really laugh… gosh… his smile…"

A knowing murr rumbled in Silva's throat. "Loss is indeed a unique experience. And… he really does have a smile that brightens up a room."

I turned to look at her and I felt that we had established a new connection this morning. There was less an air of suspicion now and more of a sense of admiration, if that was even the right word. She really cared about Estha. Before I could think to ask just how well they had known each other growing up, she cracked a grin and slapped a paw against my back. "I've kept you out long enough. It's about time you got back and dragged that lazy fox out of bed. Bet you a mug of Maud's Tar he's still asleep."

I snorted. There was definitely a shift in mood. And for the better. "Oh, he absolutely is." With content sigh I turned to head back toward the house, then paused. "Thank you, Silva… for dragging me out on these walks. I do enjoy them." I grinned then. "You'll have to stop by for breakfast one morning. You could even help drag Estha out of bed."

"Heh. Haven't done that in a while. Just let me know when."

I nodded. "Will do. I'll… see ya later." And with a small wave and a little more sense of belonging, I was off.

…

Five thirteen. Ante meridiem.

I pull myself from the conscious dream. I have a small sense of being at ease after talking with Silva. And maybe now I will be able to convince myself to sleep more.

[freebooter4ever]

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[bloodycassian]

SHADOW V SHADOW - reader x Azriel PROMPT -  I have a request. Can you make one where azriel's partner is kidnapped and tortured by people from the court of nightmares? then he gets desperate, but finally manages to find her, he arrives pissed off at the place and at the end of everything is right please?.

Rhys knew Azriel would never forgive him if he denied this request. His brother was practically vibrating with rage when he returned from Rask. His search for you took him to any whisper of  a lead he could find. Without another option, he requested - more of a demand but Rhys could see why- to pay Kier a visit.  Rhys gave Kier the courtesy of a day of preparation.  Azriel dressed in his darkest armor, and didn't hide the way his siphons glowed bright in the throne room. Rhys quieted the gathering with a hand, and Az let his shadows do the work. He scanned the crowd for anyone who looked to be nervous. Well, more nervous than usual in the presence of their high lord.  "I think you all know that we have been busy of late." Rhys drawled. He scanned the crowd as well, his mind flicking from one person to the next. "Back left, take him and leave. There may be more that notice you." Azriel walked off the platform, and turned to mist. + The first male to meet his end was the one who spat in his face and promised him that you were already dead. The next was smarter. He saw what was done to his friend and begged Azriel for mercy. "Your mate is locked far below." He quivered in his seat where Azriel had tied him. "But he watches her. He watched over us all."  "Who?" Azriel ground out, the tip of his dagger carving a crescent into the high cheekbone of the noble Fae. "Riker, he's below. He's far below, where Kier's magic does not touch."  "You've been useful." Azriel nodded, then jutted his dagger into the male's stomach. His hands did not shake. He wiped them on the male's tunic and left the body where it was tied. He had more digging to do, apparently.  And Kier was the first person he would ask. + "Who's Riker?" Rhys asked casually, holding Kier's mind in the now empty throne room. Kier's body twitched in defiance of Rhy's control.  "I dont-" Kier gasped. Azriel stepped closer to the male, menacing. The shadows crept up Kier's legs. Azriel did not flinch when Rhys' power squeezed the breath from him. "Dont be shy. Tell us all about it." Rhys coaxed. Finally, Kier gave the slightest nod. And Rhys let him drop to the floor, gasping for air. Azriel kept his shadows around the male, just in case. "Riker was a story. A legend from when I was a child. No one has heard of him since the Final Battle of the Prison." He gasped, and sputtered on the floor. When he looked up, his eyes were bloodshot. They still narrowed at Rhysand.  "What were the legends of?" Azriel demanded, ready to let his tendrils of darkness assert themselves over the male. Kier managed a laugh, then looked to both of them quizzically. "You're serious." He sighed, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Rhys was not amused. His claws danced along the edge of his consciousness. "He was a horror to all. Not a Fae.. not really. He possessed the bodies of fae to do his bidding. Like a poison, he takes control and forces you to do as he wishes. If its killing, or stealing, or fucking. Anything. You have no control."  Azriel's stomach dropped to the floor.  He and his brother glanced at each other, and Rhys nodded a curt dismissal to Kier. "Dont look for him. He will use your magic to destroy anything." He warned, giving Rhys a long look before limping from the throne room. + "The shadow will bring freedom to us. We will leave this hole and be free." The priestess said, as if reading from a book. See recited the words like they were Holy. You cringed in disgust. It wasnt the first time you'd heard one of the eyeless creatures say it, but it was one of the scariest encounters since you'd been taken. The dead eyes of the withering priestess were haunting. Perhaps taken was the wrong word. You seemed to just wake up and decide to start walking. Your mind screamed against what you were doing, but you couldn't stop. Your bare feet led you from your bed and Azriel, down the ten thousand steps, and through rocky terrain of the mountainside. You walked and walked, feet bleeding until you came to the small rock crevice in the side of the mountain.  You fought yourself, your mind panicked. Your body squeezed between the crack though, and you tried to reach down your bond to Azriel again. A dark shadow that was not him clamped down on your mind. Your panicked thoughts dissipated, and you couldn't remember why you were fighting anymore. You walked expertly down the worn path through the rocks, as if you'd walked it a million times before. The dripping walls let in a minimal cold whisk of air. And without thinking, you walked yourself into a cell at the end of the long hall. And sat in the center of it.  The priestess that locked the door behind you was withering. Her cheekbones sunk in, and the opal atop her head was gray, dull. "Welcome." She said, voice otherworldly.  + Azriel circled the mountain at least fifty times before he landed. Cassian was waiting for him at the small entrance they had found. "All clear, let's go." Azriel placed a hand on the pale rock and ducked his head inside. Cassian grabbed his wrist. "We need to be careful. Rhys cant help us once we go in there." He gave his brother a stern look. Azriel brushed off the concern, but nodded.  The path was well worn into the stone. And there was where Azriel picked up the first hint of your presence since you had been taken. His heart painfully kicked up speed. The blood on the floor was minimal, but it was there. Cassian noted it too, and set a pace too slow going forward. Azriel wished he could let his muscles be free to run straight down the long hall and find you. He listened to his brother though, trusting him more than his instincts. The sight of you was the biggest relief he'd ever had. Then, the biggest fear. Your eyes were dull, hollow. He tried reaching for your bond, but it was gray and limp. Like there was nothing at the other end of it. He called for you, then he was screaming down the tendril that once was light and happiness.  And nothing called back. Cassian's breath caught in his throat, Azriel turned to his brother. Shock was there in his eyes, and gut wrenching terror.

 A dark spindling shadow was curling around him, seeping the hazel from his eyes and replacing it with the same dull gray that stained yours. He was frozen. As hard as he tried, Cassian couldn't fight the tinging fog that possessed him. It crept into his mind "Hello, lord of bloodshed...." They whispered to him. 

 Azriel threw himself at his brother, knocking the shadows away with his siphons. His own dark mist fought the fog that slowly filled the room. The fight was intense between them, Az's darkness was losing. They sputtered to life and kept them at bay while Cassian recovered from the shadowsinger's blow. "Go. Take my mate and run." Azriel growled at him.  Cassian's eyes went wide, and he glanced to the cell where you sat. He and Azriel went into action at the same time, Azriel striking the dark figure that seeped down from the ceiling. Human in shape, but it revelaed nothing beyond that. It was a ghost, a large demon waiting to strike. It hovered over the Illyrians, and they began a fight against a shadow itself.

It was a trap. Idiot. His mind screamed at him. Cassian blasted his shield out, knocking your cell door out of the way. You didn't move. Az's stomach flipped, his eyes piercing you. But you did not feel it. You didn't feel a damned thing, even as your mind thrashed against the control the demon had. "Shadows will free you...." The dark tendrils whispered into your mind. Then, the room went totally dark. Ravik's power coursed through the ancient stone walls. Cassian barreled into the fight with his brother, shoving the dark figure back. The black clouds swirled around their fighting forms. It grew and grew until Az couldn't see his own siphons anymore. 

He gave a final scream down your bond, latching on to that link and pulling. Then he saw the fog there. The layer that overtook your thoughts. "Spread this sickness. Spread the knowledge. Love the Master." They chanted. It made his stomach coil. He went deeper into your mind and pushed, pushed out and kept that shadow away long enough for you to do the rest yourself. You shoved and fought and kicked it away. Your mind was exhausted, but you held onto Az's cool grip like it was a tether to reality. Then, you saw everything clearly again.  The darkness that encapsulated the two Illyrians avoided you. Like a bubble, they spared you from the blindness that kept Az and Cas from killing their target. You saw the golden sword strapped to Az's back instead of Truth Teller. And the reason they freed you instead of fighting first became clear. You took the sword from its sheath and shoved it into the figure between the brothers. Morrigan's sword sputtered light through the dark folds of the shadows. It hissed and popped, then.. it was gone. The shadows consumed it, then the golden light started seeping from every corner of the room. The light was blinding, then it was ringing. The piercing sound rattled the floor, then the walls. The sound of rock cracking and reforming was loud only for a second. Az felt the blood running down his jaw from his ears. His shadows turned him into wind itself. He took you and Cassian with him, and led him winnowed out of the crumbling mountainside. His wings flared, keeping you from plummeting to the ground together on the exit. Cas was right beside him, used to the strange feeling of Azriel's form of winnowing.  The ground shook where you landed on the coast line. The morning light shone through the dust that erupted from the top and side of the mountain. The house of wind on the diagonal side remained intact. But the opposing side collapsed, rolling boulders and trees and dirt all the way down to the ocean. The waves could not stand against such a force. Cassian kept a shield up just in case. Cries of terror sounded from Velaris. Az fell to his knees in the wet sand, and hid his face in his palms.  "Az... It's okay." You breathed, falling to his side with him. "Where's-" "He's gone. I can feel it. You killed him." You said with a hysterical laugh. The memories of being locked in the cell seemed dim now. Azriel stared at the trees and dirt falling, revealing the inside of the mountain that bordered Velaris. He tugged on the bond and you smiled, pulling him close to you. He rested his head on your shoulder as you observed the destruction together.  "I'll check for any injured..." Cassian took off, flying high above the ruins once they settled. Winged pets of the Hewn city began flying out of the mountain. Rhys was landing beside you and Az in an instant. "This is coming out of your paychecks." He said with a smile. Az couldn't spare one back. The terror of what he had released into Prythian dampened the mood. "We killed it. We did this." You spoke softly to him. Trying to ease the guilt he felt. He brushed you off. "As if you had a choice. It was a trap for Cass and I. One that I fell into so easily that-" You shook him through the bond, jarring him out of his despair. "Dont be so self centered." You thought, the tingle of a wink flowing through you. His feelings were a mask to you. "Dont do that." You were getting more and more frustrated with him by the second.  You caught him by the hand and wrapped around him in the sand, not caring if you got dirty. The ocean behind you roared and crashed, fighting against the new land that had spilled into it. "He already owes Mor another sword, take it easy on him." Cassian joked with the high lord. He landed with a softness that left the sand dry where his wings swooped down. The sheer power of him was waiting for its turn to be let loose. You could tell by those siphons flaring repeatedly.  Az's were dull. You clamped down on your frustration. Cassian began his report. "Some of the.. darker monsters wont live. But the smarter ones are already tunneling down. The court of Nightmares seems to be waiting it out." He spoke with expertise, staring as the dust settled on the mountainside.  The four of you stared at the ruined hillside for a long while. There were no injuries. No deaths. the cave in was so far from the borders of the Hewn city that the worst damage done was a few broken sculptures inside the throne room. The dust finally settled and you still watched, even as night fell. Rhys left to deal with the repercussions of the madness, but Azriel stayed wrapped around you, peeking at the ruin every now and then. He tried to hold back the waves of fear and shame that threatened to overtake him. You felt them there, and didn't push him. Cassian's breath caught. Then, a few brave souls ventured out of the tunnel systems that had been exposed. You watched tensely, observing how the group behind them reacted. They marveled at the twilight sun setting over the ocean. Rhys flew high above them, circling. Ready to destroy if they threatened the city. After a few moments of staring at the ocean and outside world, they turned back inside.  The high lord landed besides you again, his power blooming from him. Waiting to be released. Rhys sighed, and folded his wings in. "The court of nightmares just may be the new twin city of Velaris." 

[whumperooni]

for shame

Pairing(s): Natsuo Todoroki x Sister!Reader, Enji Todoroki x Daughter!Reader

Tags/Warnings: incest, feelings of shame and humiliation, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, breeding/pregnancy talk

Word count: 2k

A/N: This was brought on by a big brained nonny. I had a lot of fun daydreaming this/writing this ♡

It’s been a long day for Natsuo- a hard test, coffee spilled on his favorite jeans, his phone charger stolen, his essay given a poor grade; all of that added up to a long day for him.

A shit day if he’s being honest- one that he thinks can’t get much worse.

He’s proven wrong, of course, whenever he gets home and opens the front door only to be met by loud moans. His mind first jumps to “fucking Touya brought home another girl and is banging her on the couch again” and his nose wrinkles along with the thought, an aggravated huff leaves him.

It’s only when he hears the squeal of “Daddy! Daddy!” that he realizes that those loud cries sound very familiar.

Natsuo gulps, frozen in the middle of toeing off his shoes, and stares down the hallway with wide eyes.

There’s...there’s no way. You aren’t- he’s not- no. No. If you were going to fall into something so horrible and ruining it wouldn’t be with him, it would be with-

Natsuo slams the breaks on that thought before it can finish and shakes his head, desperately tells himself that he’s mistaken.

It’s not happening. It can’t be happening.

Another loud whine and Natsuo gulps, finds his feet taking him to the living room despite his mind screaming at him to just turn around and leave the house for another good three or four hours.

There’s a gasp and a whimper that sounds right before Natsuo peeks inside the living room and it’s something that Natsuo thinks is horrible simply because it sounds so hot.

Please don’t let this be what I think it is, Natsuo pleads to whatever gods may be listening to him. Please don’t let it really be happening. Please don’t let it be with him.

The gods don’t listen- that or they’re just being cruel, spiteful.

Natsuo peeks into the living room to find his sweet, beloved sister in their father’s lap- your hips arched into big hands, your small ones gripping onto broad shoulders as Enji Todoroki thrusts his cock into his daughter’s soaked little cunny.

All at once, Natsuo’s heart breaks, his temper boils, his fists clench, his face flushes with rage and horror and shame.

Rage because how could his father do this to his daughter, to Natsuo’s most treasured and adored sister. Rage because how could his sweet little sister let their father do this- how could you let him fuck your wet, wet pussy? How could you let yourself moan and mewl like a perfect little whore while Enji spears your cunt with a cock that should be much too big for anyone to take?

How could you do this with “daddy! daddy! daddy!” instead of your beloved Natsuo-nii?

Horror and shame rushes in after his rage and a sick, hot pulse of mortification has Natsuo slapping a hand to his mouth, has his guts twisting with the sudden impulse to throw up.

How could he think that?

...probably for the same reasons you could be in Enji's lap.

Natsuo swallows down his sickness and he curls in on himself as self-disgust hits him harder than one of his father’s punches. He’s horribly aware that he’s half-hard and he hates himself for that- hates how hot he finds it whenever you throw your head back with a loud whine whenever Enji brings you down and makes you take him fully, whenever Enji moves your hips in a stir and lets out a growl of, “So needy, little one. You take my cock so well.”

Blood rushes to Natsuo’s head- to both heads, actually. He goes from half-hard to achingly, fully hard as you whimper and try to move to ride Enji, as you whine out a soft little “daddy, please, more” whenever you’re forced to stay seated on his cock instead.

A choked noise claws its way up and out of Natsuo’s throat- he can’t believe you’re so needy; he can’t believe you can take such a big dick; he can’t believe that he’s so into the way his little sister begs so prettily to be fucked.

God, how many time have you done this? How many times have you fucked your father?

Natsuo’s heart pounds hard, but it pounds harder still whenever turquoise eyes flick up and meet his own.

He recoils in an instant- fear and shame and embarrassment racing through him- but he doesn’t run away even with his instincts screaming at him to bolt and hide and not come home for a long, long time. He’s frozen in place, unable to tear his eyes away from the way Enji grips your hips tighter and makes you shudder and arch your back.

He should run. He needs to run- who knows what Enji will do now that he’s been found out?

Natsuo’s fingers twitch along with his cock and he swallows hard, stares down his scowling father.

Rage is sneaking its way back into him- rage over being embarrassed and ashamed and fearful when it’s his father that’s gotten caught fucking his daughter, fucking Natsuo’s baby sister. Why should Natsuo run and cower when it’s Enji doing something so obscene?

Natsuo holds his ground despite his wide eyes and the jackhammer thumping of his heart.

Enji narrows his eyes and then he lifts his head- haughty with a look of authority, challenge as his eyes move from Natsuo and back to your pretty face.

“So impatient, little one,” Enji rumbles out. “You need to be fucked that badly?”

A whine from you and a nod. Natsuo can’t see your face, but he’s sure you have a trembling little pout, flushed cheeks and hazy eyes. You probably look so fucking good. God, he- he wants to see you all needy and pouting to be fucked. He shouldn’t want to see that. He absolutely should not want to see that. You’re his little sister- he can’t want this. He can’t.

Natsuo’s cock throbs in his sweatpants and he almost draws blood from digging his nails into his palms to keep from touching himself.

“Daddy, please! I wanna- I wanna be-”

You cut yourself off with another whine- hips trying to arch up and move along your daddy’s cock. There’s a low chuckle from Enji and Natsuo hates the smirk playing on his father’s face, the smug way he slowly slides you up his dick and forces you to take his slow, slow pace.

Enji stops when you’re half-way up his cock and Natsuo has to slap a hand over his mouth whenever Enji makes you lean forward, arch your hips. Natsuo can see how his father’s dick is parting your swollen, dripping lips with the new position- can see it even better when big hands grip your soft cheeks and spread you open even more.

It’s the hottest thing Natsuo has ever seen- lewd and disgusting and so filthy that he almost whimpers in need.

You probably feel so good inside.

He’s such a horrible older brother to want to know how slick and warm and honeyed your little cunny is.

Bile rises in his throat in contrast to how pre-cum spills in his boxers and Natsuo grips the door frame tight with his free hand whenever you let out a needy, sweet sob.

“D-Daddy, please! Please! I want- wanna be fucked! Daddy fill me! I need it!”

The smirk grows on Enji’s face and Natsuo’s fury roars among the dizzying swirl of emotions clouding his senses and judgement.

Why the hell are you begging Enji for that? He doesn’t deserve it- he doesn’t. If you’re going to do this with anyone in the family it should be the one who takes care of you the most, the one who has always been there for you.

Natsuo deserves to have you begging for his dick.

(God, he wants you begging for his dick- he wants to hear you cry out “nii-chan! please! please!” so fucking bad.)

“Shh, little one,” Enji says- voice almost soothing but not quite making it with a growl reverberating in the words. He kisses your cheek and he cants his hips up slowly to sheath himself in you once again- locking his eyes again with Natsuo as you whimper and mewl.

“Daddy is going to fuck you, little one,” Enji rumbles out- loud and so fucking pleased with himself. “I’m going to fuck you. Fill you. Give you what you need.”

You sob, the sound pitching close to a wail as you’re stretched open again. Natsuo’s vision is almost going spotted from everything now- he’s so overwhelmed and everything is so much and he is so fucking hard and all he can think now is fill you fill you fill you- i want to fill you as he watches Enji thrust languidly up into your needy pussy.

Enji kisses your cheek again and his eyes go half-shut as you tremble, as he watches his son struggle with his desires in the doorway.

“Daddy is going to fill you,” Enji continues- not looking away from Natsuo for one second. “Daddy is going to make you a momma, sweetheart. I’m going to give you a little one.”

You cry out a “please!” and Natsuo breaks.

He bolts from the doorway before he can process the action- runs to his bedroom and closes the door behind him, sinks to the floor and sticks a hand down his pants. A moan leaves him- loud and shameful, perverted as he frantically jerks off to the image of his little sister getting fucked by their father and the desire to know how you would feel on his cock, how horrible and wonderful it would be to cream your sweet little cunny and stuff you full with him instead of Enji.

Natsuo grates out a rough breath and he jerks as he starts to come- hips battering against his fist and the world rushing and roaring around him as he cries out your name.

He comes harder than he has all year and he falls to the floor after- panting and curling up into a little ball as shame tries to devour pleasure and greed, hunger, and want boil through his blood.

He wants you. He needs you. He’s so fucking awful but he needs you- needs your soft hands on him and your lips pressed to his, his cock filling your pussy and his seed spilling inside you, out and down your soft thighs.

Natsuo hears you cry out in the distance and he squeezes his eyes shut, hates himself as his dick throbs and envy washes over the mortification that should be taking over him.

He feels disgusting. Horrible. Hungry.

He wants to be the one fucking you and he hates that, but it’s not enough to stop him from reaching a hand down to jerk off to the thought. It’s not enough for him to replay the image of Enji spreading you apart over and over again in his mind. It’s not enough to keep him from moaning and rutting into his fist like some needy pervert. It’s not enough to keep him from coming to the thought of you begging for his cock.

It’s not enough to keep him from laying on the floor- a flushed cheek pressed to cool wood and his mind racing with a million schemes to get you into his bed.

...if you’re going to do it with Enji, then why not with Natsuo? Why not with your big brother?

If the number one hero can fuck his little girl, then why can’t Natsuo fuck his baby sister?

(It’s so wrong and he knows it. Is disgusted by it. By himself.

But, god, he wants it and after seeing you with Enji- with his father, your father- he knows that you probably want it just the same. He knows that you’d be happy to crawl into your nii-san’s lap like a good little girl and ride his dick like you ride daddy’s.

...if you’re okay with it, is it really that bad?)

Natsuo swallows hard and he squeezes his eyes shut, curls up tighter on the floor.

He’s a horrible big brother.

In the distance, you moan and mewl as your father fills you with his seed. Natsuo quietly, regretfully wishes that was him filling you instead and he sinks into a murky pit of pleasure and hopelessness, frustration and desire.

Natsuo had been wrong- his day actually managed to get a lot worse.

(Or maybe this is better?)

Natsuo grimaces and he forces himself to stand, wipes his dirtied hand on his sweatpants and heads to the bathroom so he can try to wash away his sins.

[rosewinelonging]

Concept: Pre-sburb Mom Lalonde playing with Rose's body while she's asleep, but Rose is awake in her dream body on Derse and can feel everything being done to her.

well that sure is a concept..

mom stumbling to her daughters room after one too many drinks again and just. watching her. shed look so sweet, sleeping peacefully. who could blame her when she stumbles over to give her a kiss that lasts bit longer than normal...and maybe tug her nightgown off, it has been a little hot lately. the alcohol makes her balance all wonky so its not her fault her hand slips up her thighs.

shes missed her baby, theyve been drifting apart lately. rosie not even seeking her out anymore claiming her independence. she deserved a little mother-daughter bonding time

all the while rose is struggling. after waking up in an apparent lucid dreaming state she was halted from any investigation by something touching her. it felt like invisible hands touching her.

she was left immobilized on the floor, red-faced and panting as heat floods her lower parts. it felt like someone was rubbing her down there, their motions were slow and circular and they knew what they were doing. something wet pressed into her cheek and down her jaw. she shuddered a breath as they cupped one of her breasts and squeezed.

then the phantom touch retreats and shes left disappointed. she bites her lip as tears fill her eyes, letting out a low whine. she didnt want it to stop. almost like they were listening hands grab her thighs pushing her apart. then theres something wet and hot pressing into her cunt. she gasps as it moves up dragging along till it stops at her clit. the heat wraps around her and starts sucking. roses back arches, crying out. instinctively her legs try to close but the hands dont let her instead forcing her further apart as that heat keeps going. it sucks harshly and god-

she whimpers. its so much and it feels so good. they must know she likes it because one hand left her thigh and then theyre spreading her apart and that wet, heat goes inside her. it pushes in with long, deep strokes that leave her breathless. noises and slurred begs for more pass through her lips. her gut tightens and suddenly its too much.

roses muscles tense and her legs shake as the heat becomes overwhelming. its unbearable and the tears return as she tries to tell them to stop but she cant find the words. then its like a dam breaks.

for a moment all she sees is white. then a shock electricity and her body locks up, hips jerking and everything shakes. something indescribable passes through her before completely relaxing. vaguely she notes something wet oozing out of her but she doesnt care too preoccupied with the aftershocks of pleasures.

when she wakes up shes alone in her room, a sticky wet feeling between her legs.

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fuckkkk anon that would be so hot. u understand me. truly. jus know i had one hand in my panties nearly the whole time writing this.

but fr shed prob try masturbating after this trying to chase the high of that first orgasm. itd never be enough tho. mom would feel horrible when she realized what she did. until of course she finds rosie in her room, crying while she rubs herself since it just not the same. mom would have no complaints in helping her out.

[dystopiandramaqueen]

Am I naive or does this mean that Nick's about to become a more central character?

Not naïve at all.

I've found that when something has to be advertised- promoted- publicized, it's usually useless.

If something is central or important? Doesn't need ads.

Think of they way they advertise whitening toothpaste but not water.

So when I see they way they "promote" and "advertise" Nick's character- I roll my eyes.

OH MAN WHERE IS HIS ALLEGIANCE? OH MAN IS HE BAD OR GOOD? IS HE BAD? WHO KNOWS! MAN HE'S MYSTERIOUS HE HAS A DARK PAST! etc. Its like an advertisement. Creating a false narrative to set up a twist ending.

Because your surface level viewer will go- uhhhh the ad said hes DUPLICITOUS and CANT BE TRUSTED he must be BAD.

Then those same surface level viewers will be super surprised when he turns out to be good.

Spoilers below.

In the Testaments:

-Atwood wrote that Nick was "so deep underground he needed a tube to breathe." That means: he's undercover. He LOOKS like a bad guy. He infiltrates the power structure. No one knows he's a spy. So YES DUH the undercover dude looks like he's really involved.

-Atwood also wrote that Nick survives to meet his grandchildren and be reunited with June. ---> doesnt die, ---> June still loves him ---> daughter loves him. Doesn't sound like a toxic father to me. If he was an evil soldier of Gilead- would June and Holly have invited him? No. He's good. It's super simple. The more I see them spend time and money trying to create a false narrative, the more I know our gut instinct is correct.

Watch the movie from the 80s. Nick is super smoldery and cute. He gets June out and says hes Mayday. Like- fucking spoiler alert assholes read the cannon scripture. He's a good guy. Posing as a bad guy. To help people. It's an incredible character.

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I love that order of cast listing. Please give Nick the screentime he deserves.

I do think they made a conscious decision to not have him "save" June in the traditional hero sense- like- June has to save herself, and they're prob gonna do a gender role reversal and have her save HIM in S5. I think they purpousefully under-wrote and under-depicted him early on- to give June's character space to be her own person independent of him. Which is prob a good idea in the long run.

Anyway.

Yes Nick is central. Always has been. He gave June a reason to live. He changed the course of her life. He made a baby with her, smuggled her to physical safety TWICE. And delivered her rapist to her feet.

Find you a man like that.

Thanks for the ask <3

[cinderspots]

MIA WINTERS AU [PT. 1]

[PT. 2] [PT. 3]

Included: Mia Winters, Mother Miranda, Ethan Winters, The Lords

So like

I like to imagine that after the whole eveline ordeal and ethan being ded (:/) mia slowly falls out of love with him

She doesnt hate him or anything, but not the same

She can acknowledge that hes a good father, and that's kind of the only reason she stays with him

But then

But then

A bird lady comes out of nowhere and offers her something that her science nerd brain cant say no too

And she even says it's ok for rose to come too!

Which feels suspicious, but mia was never one to actually let her gut instincts tell her to maybe not do that

So she allows her to do what she needs to

Idk why, come back to me later about it

So then the beginning of re8 happens and everything is the same, and miranda comes back with rose

And then mia finds out what's really going on

And shes like- no??? You may not slice my daughter up???

And miranda gives her this looks and is like- what no, I'm cloning her

Oh

But Ethan doesnt know that so he goes through and is like, imma get my daughter bc he thinks shes in danger

But at the same time mia is falling in love with a megalomaniac

We're gonna say that ethan doesnt kill the lords bc I dont want them dead, but he does piss them off and steal the fake rose flasks

Bc miranda needed to distract him

And so he gets the ceremony sight and he attempts to kill miranda, but then mia steps between them

At first hes so confused

But then happy and he even kisses her, and to her horror she feels nothing

She cant let him kill miranda, because she loves her, and all she wants is her child back

But ethan won't listen

And so, forced to choose, she kills him, crying the entire time

In the end miranda has both rose and eva and she gently guides her away from her husband, not feeling very guilty, but comforting mia

[keepakoop]

on a brighter note

i just came to a realisation after the new spiderman movie that i find funny af

so after nwh peter has gone full vigilante-secret identity mode with literally 0 people who know him

hes practically a ghost

but we could guess that certain people could get deja vu if they knew him well like mj seemed to after talking

and (while unlikely) imagine the same could happen if said person was familiar with the feeling of missing memories of someone and having unexplained gaps in your memory

random day

pure coincidence

james barnes runs into peter parker

maybe peter was in a small brawl after stopping a random mugging in an alleyway buck was walking down

obv instincts kick in to protect given the gremlin preserum steve was but it isnt needed

petey kicks ass and bucks is a little bit impressed

spider child notices bucky and - while holding back his own reaction to seeing him (bc you cant tell me they wouldnt have gotten along) - helps the victim up and sends em on their way after making sure theyre alright

they end up walking and talking a bit - bucky noting that this is a KID and also making sure he is alright too - hes has enough self sacrificial idiots in his life

the kid is really sweet if a bit jumpy and even fanboyed a little (apparently he recognised him as the lieutenant from the captain america museum and if that didnt make him feel so light-)

he decides he'll keep an eye out for this kid

theyre heading through a park and start to say good byes when the kid realises he never actually introduced himself after bucky did and does a little awkward but endearing greeting

"oh and my name is peter by the way! peter parker"

with a dorky lopsided smile

and bucks eyebrows just furrow for a moment

because he definitely gets the feeling he knows this kid but he just cant place it

But this shouldn't happen (not anymore)

he hasnt had this gut-feeling since he re-met steve on the bridge after like 70 years

but he hides it - nods and wishes the kid well as he goes on his way

the kid gave him his email too what the-

he spends the time walking back to his apartment wracking his brain for where he knows the kid because theres no way this is like steve - this is a kid

theres something going on here

and bucky is gonna find out

looks like hes really gonna keep an eye out for this little punk

nonetheless hes definitely gonna annoy sam about this

[borat123]

NaruHina Analysis

Naruto Manga Part 1

Part 3

While everyone else doubt that Hinata could continue to fight, Naruto is seen getting very frustrated. He wants Hinata to prove that failures can change. By adopting his attitude she shows Naruto that she has the same mind set as him and that obviously creates a huge impact on the neglected orphan who no one pays any respect to. That someone admires him and adopts his nindo, that he has such an influence on someone is amazing to him. So thus he naturally respects her and believes in her. He’s very eager to watch and cheer for her, because he sees his own struggles in her and acknowledges her as an equal. While everyone else doubts, he believes and i think that’s very important.

Hinata attacks with all her strength, while Naruto’s words resonates in her mind. She never belittled Naruto, never judged him. She has always believed in him throughout her life, as we see in the flashbacks panels. We see here just how strong Hinata feels for Naruto. He is her comfort, her source of inspiration. She is treated like dirt by her family in a world that forces children to fight as soldiers. Hinata is a natural pacifist. Her calm and kind nature is too peaceful for war and perhaps that holds her back from her potential. Low self esteem and self doubt certaintly doesn’t help either. But when she looks at Naruto, she feels hope, that even she can achieve something, that she is worth something. She looks at the other ”failure” and feel admiration and hopefulness just from watching his behaviour. He’s load, she’s quiet. He is confident, she is insecure. He’s an extrovert, she’s shy. The opposite attracts.

May i ask why Kishimoto would bother to show this if it wasn’t important? Hinata is a side character, yet we see her internal dialogue and how she feels for the main character. All this has a meaning and the answer is that Hinata will become Naruto’s love interest.

Kurenai has seen how much Hinata has tried to change, even when she fails, she keeps trying. She even admits that, although Hinata will lose the match against Neji, Hinata has shown her will to change, and this is a huge step in the development of her character. Naruto is once again her source of inspiration. Knowing that Naruto is cheering for her and looking at her with completly diffrent eyes she feels confidence flow through her and believes in herself more than she ever has before. The look in her eyes says it all.

Hinata gets struck down by Neji and it looks like she has lost the match. I’ve seen comments from haters that say Hinata is weak or useless, but i mean really?! Do they even know who she’s fighting? We see two individual fights of Hinata, Neji and Pain. Neji is the Hyuga Prodigy and a genius, he is also a year older and fought with the intention to kill. And Pain, i mean oh boy. That bloke killed Kakashi, killed Jiraiya, defeated every single shinobi in the strongest village and blew it up with his own jutsu. Almost defeated Naruto and then still had enough Chakra to revive the whole village. He’s an absolute beast and has powers equal to a God. Only Naruto could defeat those two. Also if Hinata fought anyone else there except for Neji, Lee, Gaara, Sasuke and Naruto she most likely would have clapped them, with relative ease. Not everyone in the Hyuga Clan even unlocks the Byakugan and then they have to master the gentle fist. Which Hinata has done at the age of 12. (She also created her own jutsu in shipudden something that is on par with Naruto and Sasuke so she is far from weak).

The only thing that is on Naruto’s mind right now is Hinata. She is the only thing that matters to him and the only thing he can see in this moment. Naruto knows Hinata wants to change herself. He is seen getting quite upset when it appears that she is losing. Naruto payed so close attention to her that he was the first to notice that she was getting up and yelled very loadly to not stop the match. He was the only one that was not suprised to see her rise up. Of course, he knows she wants to change and this new knowledge of her earns his admiration and respect. He believes in her when everyone else does not and he wants to show them her guts and that she will fight until the end. He would do exactly the same.

Hinata rises up and keeps fighting, so she can prove to Neji that she can choose her own fate and change it. Naruto is proud of her.

Hinata then stands up against Neji and acts like the bigger person, and acknowledges the real problem. That it is Neji who is truly suffering. This enrages him and he goes into attack to kill her.

Hinata starts to cough up blood after the gentle fist damages her organs. Naruto screams out to her and is the first to rush over to her. He asks if she’s alright and holds her hand while she loses consciousness. That he reaches for her hand when he checks on her, shows just how strongly he bonded to her. (Kishi also has a thing for hand holding when it comes to romantic pairings *hint hint). He looks very worried for her as we can see from Hinata’s POV and stays with her until she loses conciousness completly.

Naruto doesn’t separate from Hinata until Neji addresses him, reminding him just the same words he told Hinata, a failure can never change.

Naruto gets extremly irritated by Neji’s provocation and Naruto says ”you want to test me?”. He then launches at him to beat him to a pulp. Just because he insulted him and thus also Hinata. Naruto was literally going to fight Neji right there and then just because of the way he treated Hinata, and remember this is just an official match, but Naruto reacts very passionatelly and personal to their fight that is technically none of his business. But he felt this personal bond with Hinata that made him react this way. Rock Lee stops Naruto just in time. He could also relate to Hinata since he’s also considered a failure like them, but for whatever reason Naruto is the one who gets much more angry and feels deeper, personal empathy and understanding for Hinata, he has a certain protective instinct regarding her. Which gets confirmed with his next action...

He remembers Hinata’s Ninja Way and bravery which amazed him, so he picks up her blood with his fingers, squeezes his hand and promises Hinata to defeat Neji for her under a vow of her own blood.

This is a very impressive gesture and speaks volume of how strongly Hinata reached to Naruto. This shows us Kishimoto’s intentions with Naruto and Hinata. Until now, Naruto has never looked so serious and passionate and made something so impressive, especially for what is essentially a side character. Something that he saw in Hinata triggered a protective instinct and made him trigger a very passionate gesture. My only conclusion is what Naruto felt during all this was the first signs of love. Love because he cared so much about her fight, love because he acknowledges her as a kindred spirit, love because he believed in her when nobody else did. This is all subconcious for him, but it is what made him react this way.

Maybe of topic here but when Naruto watched Sakura’s fight, he could not understand why she acted so aggresively with Ino, even due he has a similar rivalry with Sasuke. Kakashi even adresses this. Naruto just cant connect with Sakura. Meanwhile he has no problem understanding Hinata’s situation.

We can see here that his empathy for Hinata is what made him perform his blood vow. He formed a connection with Hinata and that connection was sealed with his blood vow. In Naruto we see how people are connected through blood, for example with the summoning jutsu. Naruto’s blood vow to Hinata was him sealing that connection between them. That will be all for this part. Here are the previous parts if you wanna read them.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

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Sugar and Coffee [2]

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

➜ Words: 2.2k

➜ Genres: 99.5% Fluff, 0.5% Angst, Pâtisserie school!AU

➜ Summary: It isn't hard to be a pâtisserie chef, but it's not a piece of cake either. It seems like for you in particular, life keeps throwing in one wrench after another. It always finds ways to make your sweets bitter. The cherry on top is Jeon Jungkook — a rival with a sensitive sweet tooth who always finds ways to complain about you.

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“In this recipe, we’re using baking soda instead of baking powder. Why? Does anyone remember the reason when we talked about our recipe of mille-feuille?”   You’re twirling your pen in your hand, bored out of your mind while someone answers that baking soda doesn’t have the acid that baking powder would normally add and how baking soda has much stronger leavening power than baking powder.   Theory has never been your area of expertise. You’ve always preferred to do the actual baking and go through trial and error than learning through the textbook. So with your mind wandering and from fear of falling asleep, you pull out your phone to text Seokjin. He’s been answering your texts slower these days.   “Alright, next class we’ll put our hands to work in the kitchen. Don’t pack up yet! I got some emails asking about the midterm so I just wanted to answer those questions here! Yes, it will be a collaborative exam and you can re-make anything that we’ve learned thus far in the semester. Baking is all about working together, so before I leave, I’ll post who everyone’s partners are. Come down and take a look before you go.”   With the lecture finished, you pack up your belongings, shoving it all into your bag and swinging the strap over your shoulder to walk down the steps. It’s crowded already, but as people filter out, you’re able to get ahead to look at the paper.   And as luck would have — you’re partnered with Jeon Jungkook.   It’s outrageous. As if having the same internship for three months wasn’t enough, now he’s your midterm partner.   You spin around to the teacher, beelining straight to him. But Jeon Jungkook beats you to it.   “Is there a possible way I can switch my partner?”   “I second that.” For once, you back him up. It’s probably the only thing you can agree on.   Jungkook looks to you before redirecting his attention back at the man who has his brow quirked. “Is there a legitimate reason?”   “Umm….”   “Our schedules don’t align,” Jungkook lies without batting a lash.   “Yeah.” You nod. “He has classes when I don’t and uh, he’s working on different projects when I have work….”   “It would be more convenient if we had different partners.”   “Wow, you two figured out you have incompatible schedules a minute into finding out you’re partners? Well, I’m sure you two can work something out.” Mr. Chu smiles, overly positive in a way that irks you. “Things have a way of working themselves out.”   In these circumstances, you’re not too sure about that.   Jungkook swallows hard, finding whatever excuse he can. “I’m afraid Y/N won’t pull her weight.”   “Excuse me?!” You can’t believe he blatantly threw you under the bus in front of your face. “That’s completely untrue! He won’t be able to pull his weight.”   “We’re just incompatible partners.” Jungkook outright ignores you. “I am happy to work with anyone, Mr. Chu. Just not her. Park Jimin said he would be fine to switch his partner and work with me.” He hitches a thumb over his shoulder to his timid friend standing near the door who realizes he’s being talked about and gives a polite wave.   Yet, the teacher gives a long sigh. “Look, you two. I know there’s bad blood between you both but wouldn’t this be a great opportunity to overcome that like the adults that you are?”   “I—”   “Mr. Chu—”   “I’m sorry, but there won’t be any switching.” He shakes his head. “Often times, you can’t choose who you work with in the real world. You just have to get over it and be professional. Learn a two or thing from that. That’s the point of this midterm. If there are concerns about the project, then you can visit my office hours. Otherwise, you’ll be working together and that’s final.”   It’s official. You hate your fine pastries class — and it used to be your favourite too.   “Fuck. Fuck,” he’s muttering, kicking the gravel from underneath his feet. You approach him with crossed arms.   “You don’t have to keep saying it.”   “What? That this fucking sucks?”   “Look, I don’t like you anymore than you like me. You don’t have to make it harder than it needs to be.”   “Oh yeah? You want to make it less hard? How about you stop existing then.”   “Okay, fuck you, Johnson. Stop pouting like you’re fucking four years old. Are we going to talk about the project or do you want to flunk?”   “Stop calling me Johnson.”   “Or else what?”   Jungkook rolls his eyes. “You’re so childish.”   “I’m the childish one?” you scoff in disbelief. “I’m not the one practically throwing a tantrum.”   “Whatever. But what’s there to talk about? We’ll make carrot cake.”   “What the hell?” You’re appalled. He’s not even going to ask you? “No, we’ll make the charlotte royale.”   “No, you idiot.” He pinches the bridge of his nose.   You scoff again. This was absolutely unbelievable. It’s a shame that no one’s listening into this conversation — there’s no way you would be able to retell just how absurd this was. “Did you just call me an idiot?”   “Yes, carrot’s the easiest. We’ll get it done and over with.”   “I don’t want to get it done and over with.” You point right at him. “Unlike you, I care about my grades, okay? So what if it’s easy? It won’t get us the marks we need.”   “Since when did you care about your grades?”   “Okay, fuck off, Jeon.”   Having enough of him, you decide to walk away but Jungkook soon calls out after you. “Are you going to give me your phone number?”   You’re horrified enough to spin around and regard him with a disgusted expression. “What? No!”   “For the project, you dumbass. You think I’m asking because I want to know?”   You roll your eyes to the back of your skull and close the distance with three strides again. Surprisingly, the both of you civilly exchange contact information without ripping each other’s heads off but you don’t want to be with him longer than you need to. “When are we going to meet up? We should decide so I don’t have to text you.”   “I’m fine with whenever.”   “Tomorrow then.”   “Sure.”   You leave already texting Jin your grievances. He doesn’t answer since he’s so busy, but you’re ready to unload.   //   The next day comes too quickly.   The first person you see in the morning is the last person you ever want to see — and Jungkook isn’t amused either. He regards you with a lazy gaze, dark circles, oversized black hoodie and jeans that he probably picked up off his floor and put on after giving a good sniff.   Other partners are already in the kitchen figuring out their recipes, but you have yet to decide what to make. You swear the asshat is just disagreeing with you to make it harder and more miserable.   “What don’t you understand? What you’re asking for is too unreasonable.”   “Really? You think whipping meringue by hand is too difficult? Maybe you shouldn’t be baking then, Jeon.”   “It’s time consuming,” he groans and rubs his temple. “And it’s not worth it. If you want to spend your time doing something impressive than we should make something like fucking I don’t know, Napoleon cake and call it a day.”   “Okay, sounds good to me.”   “What? Actually?”   “I don’t see why not. You can make the puff pastry while I make the custard. We assemble together.”   “You make it sound easier than it’ll be, but fine. We can meet up tonight. What, don’t give me that look. It’s not like you’re busy. And spending time with your boyfriend doesn’t constitute as being busy. The sooner we get this done, the sooner it’s over.”   “Fine. How about eight?”   “Seven thirty. See you then.”   You’re exasperated. He’s a jerk. And you go on your way while shaking your head.   8:21 am. Y/N: still cant believe my luck   5:43 pm. Seokjin: Hey where are you?  5:44 pm. Seokjin: We should meet

Jungkook lives his life precariously. He is flexible and follows his instincts. That’s not to say he’s irresponsible, reckless or that he’s fickle. He’s adaptable and it’s the reason why he started baking anyways — a whim that he fell in love with. 

  Jungkook prefers to go with his gut feeling than plan every step of the way. And it’s his gut feeling that tells him you’re nothing but an absolute headache.   “Let me suck on your muffin.”   Yoongi’s expression dies, washing over into an impassive state. “Say that again, Kim, and I’ll never bring my extra muffins again.” Taehyung whines on the couch while Jimin laughs. Yoongi looks over at Jungkook. “Hey, want one, Kook?”   He tosses him a blueberry muffin anyhow but Jungkook chucks it at Hoseok who catches it in both hands, almost missing. “Nah. What time is it? I gotta go.”   “Where are you going on a Friday night at seven?”   “Ooh, it’s a date, isn’t it?” Taehyung grins. “What kind of girl?”   “Who is it?” Hoseok clarifies the question, cheek full of muffin. “I haven’t heard you talk about anyone ever.”   “He wishes.” Jimin giggles, have an inkling of where it was he was going.   “it’s not a date, dumbass. I have a meeting with my midterm project partner.”   “Damn,” Yoongi comments, biting into the muffin he baked earlier in class. “That’s rough.”   “His partner’s Y/N,” Jimin says with a sparkle in his eye, watching Jungkook get up from the couch.   Taehyung’s eyes bulge. They nearly fall out of their sockets and he wheezes, pounding his chest as part of the muffin stuck in his gullet. “You’re partners with that psycho bitch?”   “Yeah.” The youngest of all of them sighs. “I couldn’t change.”   Jungkook walks past, but Yoongi stops him, plopping a hand on his shoulder. The usually cold man seems sympathetic for once and holds up his muffin. “Are you sure you don’t want one?”   He dreads it — having to ditch his friends on a Friday night and the warmth of his dorm room. All in exchange for the chilly wind outside and the empty kitchens that’re eerie without souls inside them, just metal bowls and silver appliances. But Jungkook drags himself there anyway.    He’s ten minutes early since he’s not one to leave people waiting.    But when seven thirty eventually rolls around, you’re nowhere in sight.   7:34 pm. Jungkook: Are you coming or not   He waits for an additional twenty minutes, sitting on the stool, playing games on his phone. Then he realizes the time and gets started anyhow. The puff pastry always takes longer to make anyways. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t frustrated — Jungkook’s frankly pissed off and if you decided to ditch him, you’ll have one or two things coming, that’s for sure.   Jungkook beats two ounces of butter with a tablespoon of sugar. Then he folds in two beaten eggs, one tablespoon vinegar, cold water, three tablespoons of vodka, and salt. He folds in the two and a half cups of flour and forms a dough in his hands until it’s soft and pliable.    Right when he wraps the bowl in plastic and slides it into the fridge to chill for an hour, the door to the kitchen opens.   “You’re late.”   You’re not even dressed in an apron nor is your hair tied back like it’s supposed to be but he doesn’t comment.   “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you? It’s been an hour and I’m done my part.”   Silence.   You don’t respond. Jungkook scoffs.   It was a new low for you to give him the silent treatment when you’re the late one. Your head is downcasted, facing away from him, giving him the cold shoulder. You don’t spare him one glance as you go over to the fridge, pulling out eggs, sugar, flour, milk, vanilla beans, and butter.   You pour milk into the saucepan haphazardly and it splashes everywhere on the counter.   “Hey, watch it!”    Jungkook rips the carton away from your hands. He didn’t know you were this much of an amateur.   He watches you in mortification as you move to the flour bag, scooping out a whole cup instead of six tablespoons. He wonders if you had a stroke. “Y/N, you’re supposed to do the eggs next. What the hell is wrong with—”   You burst into tears.    Jungkook’s heart stutters. He pales. He freezes in place. He feels his entire body go rigid.    And his brain breaks.   …..   What.   Tears. Full on tears are streaming down your face. You’re wailing, covering your face with your floured hands and crying into them. Your entire frame shakes as devastation wrecks through your entire body. He’s never seen you look so small before. He’s never seen you cry.   Jungkook puts milk down, swallowing hard. He watches you with eyes as big as saucers. “I...I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”   You sob. “J-Jin brok..e up w-with m...e.”