#ofc I recognise that they are all characters all the same

[varpusvaras]

I don't know what it is or what part of my brain causes this, but I am very much incapable of suspending my disbelief if I don't have some sort of emotional connection to a character. Like. I am so ingredibly aware that some characters are just characters, and I can't make them be interesting to me no matter how much I try nor can I imagine them performing actions and emotions because I'm so aware that they don't actually have any. It's so jarring.

[iwaasfairy]

┌─ “ ! „ SORRY FOR THE WAIT

tw. yandere, blood/violence implied domestic violence, dubcon, amnesia, obsession, character death, pseudo-cest, overprotective Levi, praise kink, slight authority kink, creampie, marking, non-linear timeline

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a/n. ♡ commissioned by @amonsterinspring ♡ thank you A MILLION for commissioning mE !! I’ve never written Levi so I was a tiny bit apprehensive but I actually very much enjoyed him and I’m glad you wanted no regrets Levi because he’s so inch resting to meeeee !! So happy to be writing gross shit again <33 i hope you enjoy it !!! And Ofc so many big thanks to rhi and mel for beta-ing <33

levi ackerman x fem!reader

Headquarters’ up in too much outrage for it to be five in the morning, but evidently, things rarely are as they should be here. He barely manages to tie his shirt closed before Hange and Moblit show up behind him, walking down the stairs with a pace slightly too vigorous for an early morning. Damn long legs. Levi’s impatience boils over when neither says anything, or anything of use in four-eyes’ case, and he makes his way toward the courtyard with a tight grunt. “Yer awfully tight-lipped considering.”

Hange nods. “I’m not sure what to say, is all. I could explain…” Her normally talkative hands are set on her hips as she pauses, and once again Levi feels his irritation spiking.

“But? Get to the point, Hange.”

She’s got a look on her face that gives absolutely nothing away.

“It’ll be easier for you to see for yourself, squad commander.” Moblit dutifully finishes, pointing the way through the dusty open area to the long hall. It’s mostly higher ups that walk around the place, some ducking their gaze to avoid his. His glare is instinctive. The lack of swords at his hips leaves his hands settling slightly uncomfortably at his belt instead as he walks, following behind the longer steps of his companions until they finally land at the door.

Expecting, Hange turns to look at him. “Questioning hasn’t lead far, you see. But don’t worry, we handled the situation gently! We all just figured- it might make things easier to bring you here instead of trying to force a break though when… well- you know.”

His eyebrows pull together without any further effort, and his already thin patience this early in the day glides onto it’s last legs. “What the hell are you talking about?” Rambling nonsense as always. He finds his hands moving before he’s able to call upon his patience.

He pushes the door open to the small office, takes in the bookshelves, the desk, pristine— before his stormy gaze falls onto the broad-shouldered blond hunched over. Or more, the figure he’s squatted overhead while Levi walks in. “Erwin? What the fuck are you playing- at.”

A soft, wheezed breath catches him off guard, only spying flashes of the mud-crusted feet, bruised, knobbly knees. He takes a breath, watches Erwin move aside to reveal the scene. Levi suddenly stops halfway when his stomach rolls, and there’s a dull moment where his heart starts to beat between his ears. Loud, hammering his eardrums, it almost has him tumbling over his own feet.

The face lets out a slight smile when watery eyes trail his way- and immediately spill over into thick beads that drip down the long stretch of exposed neck. A faint voice meets his lips like he’s tasting it, and the air in the room goes electric. “L- Levi nii!”

It’s you. Bruised eye and a bit older, but there’s no mistaking that face. The crybaby, wobbly lip, those long, wet lashes. His own breath escapes him for just a moment, only to see you crawl hands and knees towards him as much as the cuffs will allow you.

Hange nods out of the corners of his eyes. “That’s all she’s been able to repeat since we found her. A face you recognise?”

His hands manage to unclench from his belt only to drop aimlessly by his thighs. His eyes can’t move from your shape, a heavy, familiar feeling settling in his chest. You’re actually here. He’s looking you in the face, that same open, accepting gaze that got him the first time.

You found him.

You are asking for him.

+

Your eyes are blurry from the cold, breaths coming out in puffs in front of your face. You’re stumbling more than walking, as your feet scrape, as they cut open on the thorns that litter the grounds along with the wet leaves— snow touching your face as it falls, your shoulders slumping in defeat.

It’s so cold, you’re so cold and your limbs feel stoned and useless, as you drag yourself on towards the sound of water. Your throat aches, so does your stomach.

You try to remember the place you came from and walk on and on, if only to get a little further away from the threat of violence by strangers. The world’s so barren. Your breaths cloud before you, blurring your vision more. Puff, puff, puff— and you stumble. By landing onto your hands and knees, you scrape both hard in the process, only barely saving yourself from connecting your face with the dirt, and the lack of sleep, of a safe place to curl up and hide away all have your bottom lip wobbling like crazy.

Almost childishly, you just wish a prince on a white horse would come to sweep you away from here. It hurts. The soles of your feet, your face, the swollen area around your eye and brow and your stomach too, going empty for about a day now. You think. Your hands have landed on snow that doesn’t stick long, but it makes it almost impossible to get up and continue. You don’t even remember where you came from, let alone where you were going.

There’s a nice, cloudy gap in your memory where anything of purpose is supposed to sit. You don’t remember your name. Matted hair sticks to your face, and your clothes no longer serve as anything other than another layer to keep the cold, and wet slicked nicely to your body until you freeze to death. The river sounds close, but also still so far away. 

Snow falls, and you cast your eyes up through the trees, frozen lashes, cold lips. “Help me,” you croak out, to no one. To yourself. It doesn’t make sense why you push on,  but your body moves robotically up from the floor as if controlled by strings, only to stumble over your own feet every few steps. You might not remember anything else, but for some reason— against all logic, you do remember one thing. A name.

It’s the tiny, flickering flame that pushes you on and on as your vision blurs, as energy seeps out of you with each step, with each breath straining against the weight of your own ribs. A flame that becomes more and more faint as you reach pebbles, a slight opening in the trees where snow does stick.

You’re tired, and you want to go home. You want to curl up into a ball and die. Your eyelids flutter shut as you fall still, trying everything to keep upright.

A rhythmic sound approaching. Horses. “Help me,” you squeak. You think you do, if your voice even makes it out of you.

Some noise comes closer, but before you can see it through, your body gives out and you land onto the snowy ground with a thump— knocking you out cold.

+

“She’s obviously not dangerous, Erwin,” Levi presses fingers to his temple. The crowded room is doing absolutely nothing to relieve the migraine that’s been steadily building since this morning. The meeting room’s filled with people buzzing around like a bunch of insects.

Erwin stands from his desk. “As soon as we’re finished, I can have Miche escort her to a nice room-”

“No. I don’t want anyone else,” Levi bites out, “bringing her anywhere without me around.” His head aches, teeth gritting. His bitching and moaning won’t sway the commander, but still. Miche’s still perched against the windowsill, heavy eyes scanning him. 

It’s been years— the guilt of that fact sits heavy on his lungs.

Despite the order otherwise, he marches past and out the door. “I’m taking her to my room. Discussion, over.”

“Captain Levi!” Nifa calls after him, but a sturdy arm stops her in her path with only a tired sigh. The tall form squares his shoulders as Hange takes a seat in one of the chairs across him. He looks tenser than normal.

“And?”

Her glasses are pushed higher on her nose. “She’s no titan, if that’s what you’re worried about. My best guess is amnesia of some kind. I couldn’t say how she got it, though.” After a few seconds, she glances at Moblit. “Say, it isn’t just me, right? Her and Levi totally had something going on, right?”

+

“Sit down. Right there.” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

His hand sits low on your back as he guides you into the slightly damp room. Small windows are fogged up high on the wall. Your arms are wrapped uncomfortably around yourself along with the dry jacket over your wet shoulders, and you trepidatiously walk into the tiled room, barefoot. Levi sighs behind you, voice clearing. “Go on.” It feels like it’s a familiar sound, and you follow the order. It’s been a few weeks, but you have still yet to connect the name to the face.

You’re not sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t exactly the short, head-strong noiret before you. Or rather, you hoped it would’ve sparked something.

You sit at the edge of the baths with a pout and the steam of the filled tub sticks to your lashes. You only manage to strip yourself of Levi’s jacket with his prompting. His hands aren’t soft, but the motion is gentle when sliding the fabric off of you, watching your clammy form unfold as he strips you of the drenched shirt, starts helping you out of the pants. You whisper a slight ‘thank you’ under your breath, because any more right now would take more energy than you have left to expel.

He looks up from where he’s kneeled beside you almost too close, thin brows furrowing as he looks up. “I told you, you’re not supposed to leave unless I’m right on your heel. In any situation. Not only that, but you just about chose the worst weather to make your little break, too.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.’ It makes him frown, nose scrunching, when he has to pull hard to get the pants over your ankles and scratches up feet, dirty and ice cold.

“You’ll be sick by tomorrow.” He’s probably not wrong. The ashy grey eyes flick up at you with -what you guess must be concern- as they shimmer almost brilliantly. It looks a bit strange on his hard, angular face.

You wouldn’t know if it is out of place. He looks cold on the outside. Harsh features, calloused hands, scars wherever you look. You don’t remember what brought you here, or what type of relationship you had. Levi’s care for you so far tells you you two were close, and they’ve told you that you kept saying him name over and over again. You feel like you should trust him. It sucks that you can’t. For some reason, something takes on your breath when you sit still too long.

“I got scared,” you slowly admit, picking at your nails. Like you had to run, run far away. The room they gave you a suffocatingly tight hug.

That’s how you ended up stumbling out of the courtyard towards the woods.

If he’s surprised by your confession, it doesn’t show on his face. He only continues to drop the wet clothes in a pile, then nods his face at the water. “Get in.” His hand takes yours to help you inside the bath, before slowly lacing his fingers with yours. It’s not so much the nakedness you have a problem with, as the lack of his own. Not the quiet you hate, as much as the fact that anyone could come into the communal bathroom when they want. But you don’t want to disappoint Levi by disobeying him twice in a night, so you sit.

Watch him chew on his words for a long time, before speaking. “Are you starting to remember anything yet?”

You suck your lips. “Not really. Not yet.” You remember flashes of Levi’s sharp eyes. Of friends, maybe family? A blond head of hair, a redhead. Sitting in the dark, sleeplessness taking you over. You remember your achy wrists, and you feel it even now, without the cuffs they slapped on you at first. You’re told Levi asked them away— and you’re thankful for that.

”Captain…”

Levi’s other hand wraps around your intertwined ones, and he closes his eyes. “I can’t believe any of this shit. You got taken away from me before— And now, all this…” His expression turns darker as he stares past you, almost as if looking at someone else. “They must’ve really done a number on you, if you don’t remember.” Frost washes over those steely eyes, and his mouth pulls into a thin line. “You promised to stay by my side. I know you never would’ve wanted to break your promise.”

But then he puts his hand on the back of your neck.

The hot steam travels up around you, as he sits beside the tub close enough he could wrap you up in a hug, looking at you like you’re an abandoned toy in need of fixing up. You blink wet lashes at him until he leans in, slots his warm mouth against yours, and his hair tickles your face. His lashes brush your cheeks, and his free hand comes to pet your cheek every so softly. “I’m here now,” his voice is low but as soft as you’ve ever heard him, as he rests his forehead against yours. “I won’t let you put yourself in danger again, okay?”

Your body’s still wound tight from earlier, but it’s only natural that you mellow out in the warmth. “Even if you never get your memories back, I’ll be here for you.” Against the cold of the coming winter, the way he brushes your hair feels so nice. It allows you to let Levi run his lips along your cheek to your jaw, short, puffed breaths against your skin as he pulls you close.

His plush lips linger over your heartbeat, and you swallow against the prey-like urge to scamper out of reach, to instead wrap your arms back around him. Droplets bleed into his shirt, but he doesn’t care one bit. His eyes flutter open and closed a few times as he pulls you into him more, leaning over the edge of the tub to kiss needy kisses all along your neck, to where your shoulder meets your throat.

You instinctively let out a gasp when he bites down, before laving the spot with his lips and tongue. “D’you like this? Does that feel good, baby?” His voice is almost soft, when those dark, blown out irises find you, and you’re letting out tense breaths against him. “Feel good?”

“Mhm.” It’s not hard to figure out what you two were before you got back here. His hand slips down your spine into the water to lift you up against him, pushing his hot lips against you again and again. You taste his tongue, taste his spit when you run your hands through his hair and pull slightly. Not too long ago, this must’ve tasted like love.

You pull back to bite your lip, feel a guilt come over you as you watch him. So hungry for you, it clearly bothers him to be even a few inches away from you. 

“I’m sorry for not remembering,” you whisper. Your voice wants to fail you, but you refuse to let tears take over. That wouldn’t be fair to him. A brief pause, then you swallow, eyes fixing on him with a genuine curiosity. “Do you remember everything, Captain Levi?” 

+

The dark itches his skin, takes on his breath. There’s a stench of ammonia, thick, pungent, it almost knocks him over. But that doesn’t matter much when his eyes slide over the dusty, trash-filled room for what he’s looking for. He kicks the bloodied face to the side, pulling his knife out from the pierced temple to wipe it on a handkerchief and pull up his nose. “Fuckin’ pig sty.”

It’s Jan who bothers to search through the dresser, pocketing a few stacks of money. “That’s about 300, Levi.” Not enough. He somehow doubts that anything they find will be enough to pay back the debt. One of the other men closes in on the safe, kneeling before it. Levi’s tight frown only digs deeper.

It wouldn’t take too much to break that open, so with the two of them, they start sliding it out of the spot under the makeshift register. “The rest’s probably in here.”

“Yeah.” He brushes his hair out of his face, ready to leave the brothel behind. It’s only an afterthought to slide open the door of the liquor pantry; kicking through the lock with impatience set on his face. The old wood gives way with a sad creak, and Levi pushes inside. There’s nothing of value, figures.

Only a small cage shoved in the corner, and his hands drop to his side.

“Levi?” Someone calls at his back.

A ghostly figure sits unmoving, crumpled into itself, metal dog collar around the neck— big, desperate eyes avoiding the light streaming into the indentation. Big, obvious blotches litter your skin top to bottom, lips swollen and cracked, your skin almost mannequin-like by the unwashed sheen. His stomach turns at the sight… but more than disgust, he’s taken aback by something else.

His breath stops in his throat for a few beats, as he stares at the pathetic rise and fall of your chest in that skimpy little outfit, pure white lace against the darkness. The pity of your situation is by far outweighed by the beauty of you, and the way his heart pounds in his chest.

He should feel worse. He should probably hate the feeling. The way you stare up at him like a kicked puppy. His mouth cracks open a sliver, slow breath in, slower breath out. If you had a tail, it would wag at the sight of him.

The way you’re looking up at your saviour makes him feel important.

+

The door thumps before bouncing back into the lock, and a breeze tingles your neck as you snuggle deeper into the blankets. It’s not much, but it’s more than you’ve gotten used to with your last owner. It’s more than enough to sleep comfortably, only hindered by the heavy metal chain that sits around your ankle. You’re not sure why he believes you’d go anywhere. A heavy body drops into the mattress meant for one. For a brief moment, your shoulders rise up to protect your face, spine tensing.

A brief moment that melts away in an instant when you’re confronted by ocean blue eyes in the dark, a soft smile sitting on his cheeks. “Sleepy?” the young man asks, not expecting much of a response before landing his palm on your head in a comforting sort of motion. It’s a drag more than a pat, and his thumb brushes almost patiently over your forehead from between your brows to your crown. A warmth you’ve never really experienced before. If you were sleepy, you no longer are.

Farlan’s a comforting presence that’s only gotten more important with each passing day. The windows to your room are usually leaned open, enough to stick a few fingers through, not your whole hand. It’s enough during the day to catch his eyes peeking up at you from the courtyard, and smiling back when you wave. A sad, guilty sort of smile.

Farlan smells like wood and musk and soap, and to you, it’s the closest you can get to being out there with them with the chain on your ankle.

You swallow, bite your lip. “Levi nii doesn’t like me, does he?”

His blond hair bounces as he rolls onto his side in the silence, and watches you with a strange sort of calculation in his eyes. His hand falls still on your crown, but you lean into the touch before he pulls back. The heat is just so nice. It builds in your cheeks, makes your eyes feel a little hazy, your face softer. Farlan chews on his tongue before speaking. “Why do you think that?”

It’s not so hard to tell. Everyone else is allowed outside. There’s people who come around every day, they carry boxes, work in the street, talk to each other whenever they want. It’s only you that’s kept inside this room— staring at them through the windows; and more than that, Levi always locks the door when they come around. You don’t blame him. You’re sure that if you were better, he wouldn’t have to. You can’t blame the person who saved your life for dealing with you in the way he knows how.

Instead of explaining all that you simply shake your foot, and the loud changing of the metal links fill the room.

Farlan’s eyebrows narrow, and not for the first time, a look of helplessness swipes over his features. “I’m pretty sure Levi aniiki… doesn’t dislike you. He doesn’t even let me in here, normally.”

He pulls the blankets back a bit, uncovering your shoulders from the plush, trails his eyes over the skin in the dark. A fingertip presses into a spot under your jaw that’s achy and bruised that’s only stopped hurting so bad this morning. Then he slides the touch down to the crook of your neck, taps onto another mark. “That Levi aniiki’s doing?”

They’re littered all over.

You don’t have to nod. His expression dims. “Do you even know what’s happening to you here? You don’t, do you.” The words come faster, lingering in the stuffy room. His face shifts, from knowledge, to worry. “Do you even like Levi like that?” Your face goes pouty, and you feel yourself wanting to tilt your head. Confused. A wordless question. Like what, your brain supplies, but maybe because you feel a bit stupid, you don’t speak it.

Maybe because of the closeness and the heat in your face and the warmth of his touch, his care, his attention— you can’t do anything but suck your bottom lip between your teeth. Farlan’s face is closer than it was, you’ve pushed yourself closer. The darkness of night no longer feels so dark when he’s here with you and your heart’s beating fast, really fast. It’s slamming rhythmically in the silence. He pulls his hand away as he smiles, but you reach out to grab it. “Do you like him?” He asks again.

Do you like Levi nii? Of course you do. If not for him you might’ve been left behind forever, stashed behind the walls like a dirty secret. It’s a given that you like him. You like that he sits with you and tells you you’re pretty and when he comes home for the night he lets you snuggle up on his chest and feel every bit of touch that you were missing during the day. When he’s nice he’s really nice, though he doesn’t like to say it in words. You’re similar in that way.

When he’s happy with you, you get spoiled. You like Levi. Farlan’s finger brushes over the tip of your nose when you bring it close to your face, soft, searching touch. It isn’t the same as Levi’s closeness though. When Farlan’s close, you feel entirely floaty, drifting on the breeze of the breaths you two share. Levi’s kind of like is grounded. The blond’s staring like he’s seeing every cell of you at once, and you find yourself saying something before you can think about it fully. “I like you.”

He smiles genuinely at that, taken aback. You two share the space in the bed that’s yours alone. You take up the space nudged into the crook of his neck, feel the breaths dust over your crown. You’re sure when your throat runs dry, and your lashes flutter against his skin.

After a few minutes of quiet, Farlan finally seems to breathe a full breath again. “Tell me. Do you want me to take you out of here?”

Your eyes flutter. A tense, slight frown comes to sit between your brows, and your lips jut into a pout.

+

“Here, be a good girl.” Your big eyes shift from the door back to him, when he kneads his hands that are settled on your tits, rubbing your pebbled nipples until you shift. A little from the touch, a little from your discomfort as you’re gyrating onto his body. You try to nod, he thinks, because your interrupted by a shiver when his mouth takes one of them inside to suck, and have you whimpering above him. Cute. Moldable.

Your hands move to his head to practically curl yourself around his head and trail your hands through his hair like you’re a kneading cat, and your motion shoves his face between your tits even more. It’s so fucking cute, perfect, as you squirm like you’re not sure what to do with yourself. He’s pretty sure that’s actually quite accurate. As you’re moaning and squeaking though, and he shifts to the other nipple to rub his tongue over it, you let out a soft whine. “Levi nii- it’s… I-embarrassing.”

He grunts into your embrace, one hand slipping around to get under your ass and reposition you onto him better, so that the heat of your pussy grinds against him through the thin scraps of fabric you’re dressed in. “It’s not embarrassing. You’re doing good.” His cock’s rock hard against you. Shouldn’t that be enough to tell you that? If you had any experience with any of this, it would.

“It is!” You pant, and your hips stop moving around like you’re halfway to crawling away, to unclamp yourself from his head, to lean back onto both arms and watch him through teary, drowsy eyes. “I keep making noises even though I don’t mean to, and everything feels weird- and- and I’m sticky, aniiki.” A brilliant blush sits on your face, from your nose to your ears, and it’s as hot as it is adorable, the way you’re writhing around a bit like an animal in heat. He doesn’t need to ask if it feels good, because it’s written on your face. 

He goes back to playing with your tits a bit longer, because you’re so soft and warm and wrapped in his blankets, he just wants to eat you up. You sometimes ask him why he keeps you around. A ridiculous notion, as if he would even have the thought of not keeping you. You’re his woman. His, and his alone - it’s not up for debate. You just don’t know it yet, because of your lack of experience. Rough hands pinch at your nipples until you’re shoving at his shoulders and squirming away, underwear sticking to your wet pussy.

Your kicked-dog sort of expression is replaced with furrowed brows when you pant the next thing, glancing back at the door with a pout. “Aniiki~~ it’s embarrassing! Farlan nii’s gonna know.” His jaw clenches, and within a single blink he has you turned around. Pressed back into his bed under his pinning weight, his thin eyebrows furrowing despite himself. Your eyes go wide, suddenly apologetic.

He doesn’t hear you out. “It’s not. If I tell you it’s okay, then it’s okay.” The heat between your two bodies streams down, as he yanks one leg over his thigh to get in between your legs and starts drawing his long fingers along the edge of the seat of your panties. Soaked through, sticky. He brings his fingers to his mouth to suck them clean, and taste the pure, unchanged taste of you. “Stop bringing other people up. I’ve already told you that when we’re in here, you should only think about me. When you’re in my bed-”

“Levi nii is the boss. I know, I’m sorry.” You rap out quicker than he can continue, apologetically smoothing your hands over his chest. “I just… My body always feels weird when we do this.”

He holds the urge to let his face break out into a bit of a grin. How fucking cute can you be… instead he starts peeling off your panties and watch how you obediently move your legs together and up to make it easy, runs his hands up, up, up along your thighs, calves, over your feet. He licks his lips at the sight of you, can’t help it. You let him rock his hips against you, placing his hands both sides of your face, and lean in. “Give me a kiss, come on. If you give me a kiss, I won’t chain you up tomorrow.”

You used to be unable to. Too shy, too cautious, the marks left on you had taken a toll. But look at you now. Almost as if by instinct, you dutifully press your lips to his awaiting mouth, let him lean into your space and take you. It took some time, and you used to cry - but doesn’t this feel so good now. Aren’t you happy he treats you so well? You kiss him slow and deep, letting him open your lips and slip his tongue into your mouth, while his hands rub over your wet pussy.

You’re whining into it though at his touch, mumbling like a pathetic, little thing. “‘M sore, Levi nii~” You must be. Your pussy still slicks though, welcoming him, letting his fingers rub the overstimulated bud again. He wasn’t so nice this morning, or last night.

Your thick lashes flutter when you pull back with a pout, and watch him toy with your body.  

“You’re glaring like you don’t want this.” He comments. You shake your head half-heartedly. In truth, it used to be like that. You used to kick and scream before you toned down. But you got there eventually, and now - you’re soft enough to let him do however he likes. You trust him enough to fill you up to the brim and let him spill hot cum inside you, without crying. You still move your body half into, half away from his touch— like you can’t decide if you want him to keep going, so he makes the choice for you. “Open up.”

You shiver under him but move your legs open further, as his fingers trail into the wetness to your clit. “So good, baby.” Soft circles make you scrunch your face up, and harder circles make your back lift from the mattress into a perfect arch that makes his cock twitch in his boxers. Boxers that get pushed down to reveal his weeping, flushed head, and pushing it along your lips with a hiss. “You know what I like to hear, come on. Say it.”

You flush, heat blooming on your cheeks again. Your legs wrap around his hips, and you look away in mock-decency. Drives him crazy. Makes him want to ruin you. “Th- thank you for r-rescuing me. I love… -I love when you play with me like this.”

”Yeah?” He lines his cock up with your slick lips and pushes inside, ignoring the resistance as he dives into your heat. “I know you do. I know you like doing- t-this. You’re a good, little pet for me. We’re close, aren’t we. There’s no one closer to you than I am.” He bottoms out into that perfect warmth only to pull back, wet, glistening, and dive back into you. Your eyes bulge a little, and your hands find his shoulders as your head falls back.

”Ah, ah- Aniiki. I- I’m still sore. It hurts.” You yelp softly when his body connects to yours, and your tits bounce because of the impact.

“Shhh, shh, I’ll make it feel good. Just a little more.” His rhythm moving the bed along with you, as you clamp your eyes shut and wrap your arms around him to hang on. He doesn’t mean to hurt you, of course. But you just feel so good. So inviting, diving into that clenching, warm embrace as his cock slides in and out of you, and slick gushes out along it. “That’s it, baby. That’s it. So good for Levi nii, aren’t you? You’re a good little hole for me.”

“Agh, Levi nii. Aniiki!” His declarations of love fall on deaf ears, because you’re hanging on like you’re on a cliff, whining and the pressure building inside you. Even after hundreds of times, you still look so woefully underprepared whenever he rubs just right against your pussy. Coarse hair and friction all make you look like you can explode any second now, and he thrives when looking at it. Could you not look so fucking pathetic all the time? It’s not his fault that you look so fucking hot like this, squirming on his cock, moaning, begging. “I’m full— I’m so full. Agh, Levi!”

He lets you have more, take more of his cock, harder, deeper. Your poor pussy squelches every time he bottoms out, and your body moves around on the mattress just enough to rub yourself against the thumb he’s pressing to your clit. “You’re so pretty like this, so fucking— good. Tell me you want it.” 

Your back lifting from the bed, he can tell when your stomach starts clenching, and your legs wrap tighter around him. “Yes, yes, yes! Wan’it- agh, ah, ah! Levi.” His balls hit your ass every time he goes in and you feel so good, so soft— hotter than anyone should be.

“Tell me you love me. You don’t want anyone else.” You’re whining like you’re mindless, and pull him, scratch along his shoulder blades with a desperation for purchase. You can’t say it in words, but he knows it means ‘keep going, I’m close, I’m so close’. He knows it means ‘I love you.’ That’s why he pushes his mouth to yours again, that’s why he rocks his cock right into that spot that makes you go a bit cross eyed.

He’s doing this all for you. You mewl and suck his tongue and push your tits against him, let him fucking into you so deep you feel conjoined, and then even past that. It’s the heat and the pressure and the touch of you on him that’s making him grunt, his balls pull to his body. He fucks into you until he can’t possibly keep the rhythm anymore, and his shoulders pulls up into a squared position above you.

He pants, sweat rolling down his chest from the effort and the warmth. “You’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine.” Kissing you doesn’t possibly feel deep enough, but god, you feel good. Heavenly. He’ll stay here with you if that’s what it takes. Nothing’s going to change that. “You’re not going anywhere. Ever.” His cock settles so deep inside you he can see it on your face, twisting between pain and pleasure, and you fall into your orgasm with a rough, desperate cry. Your walls constrict around him, and it’s enough to make him reach his high too.

Sliding in and out, in and out, as hot cum shoots into you and he presses his forehead to yours. “Fuck, fuck- I need you here.”

+

It’s too dark to make out much of anything, except the frantic energy in the whispers.

“Hurry, come on.”

Your cuffs jingle loud into the night, dragging your chain behind you. It wasn’t possible on your own, but another set of hands got it undone relatively easily, and now, it’s just the sound of your breaths into the night as you look behind you. The house gets smaller before it disappears from your view, and you pant out breaths into the cold night. “Farlan,“ you breathe out, not stopping, “what’s happening?” 

Your arm is held steadily in his soft fingers, at a pace as quick as your weakened body will allow. He doesn’t speak until you’ve made it far, far beyond the line of houses that you could see from your window. More than you can remember seeing, ever. “Don’t worry, everything’s okay.”

The night is dark, but when you two finally stop moving, the path forward is even darker. A deep hole in the walls that seems to go up into infinity. You pull your arm away, and look at him, stomach turning. “Farlan…”

There’s no one around, lights are dimmed, and the whole place seems abandoned. All that’s left to notice is the air blowing past your neck, a draft that ruffles your hair. Farlan’s eyes are full of compassion. “I want to do the right thing.” For some reason, wetness wells up in your eyes as you watch him take you in wholly, and gently pull you into a hug. “If we go up here, we’ll get to the surface.”

He pushes a kiss to your temple, smiles bright like he always does. “You go ahead. I’ll be right behind you.” The breeze carries the fresh air into your lungs, and your toes are cold.

Farlan’s breaths go quiet as Hell unfolds itself. Instinctively, his hand is still wrapped around the gurgling wound pulsing blood, but his limbs have gone numb. And Levi’s blind anger has him wailing punch after punch, panting heavily before pulling the knife out. His hands drip blood, as the sun rises at the end of the staircase. It’s barely a white dot in an inky canvas, but the doubt does seep in. You wouldn’t have left him. You wouldn’t, you couldn’t.

He loves you, and you him. His only light in this fucking place. You’d never go on your own. You’ll be waiting for him to get you back.

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[lavenlady]

⛓︎ Caged Bird ⛓︎

Tf one Yan!reader x Sentinel Prime

part 2, part 3

( I have never really seen a yandere reader or I'm just blind, but I have decided to write it anyway. Enjoy :3 )

TW : yandere behaviour, kidnapping, non-con(?), unhealthy relationship, forced relationship, toxic relationship, character death

ꗃ As one of the miners, you loved Sentinel Prime

ꗃ Chanting his name whenever he appeared, buying merch of said hero, even wanting to be in Iacon races just for him to give high-fives to the audience - you deeply wanting to be one of them

ꗃ Noone really batted at eye when you too came to love the Prime, everyone loves him!

ꗃ Noone really knew that you took it to the extreme, growing so found of the Prime that you learned to sneak of work - you thanked Orion Pax for tips - just to see him from afar and admire stalk or even protect

ꗃ Some bot went missing? Probably an accident. A miner didn't leave mines in time? Well, it was their fault. Some equipment blew up and hurt someone? They should have been more careful

ꗃ Your obsession was deep and formed so early on that you learned how to mask it, everyone saw you as an ordinary fellow miner with two unusual friends - Orion Pax and D-16 - and a common fascination with Sentinel Prime

ꗃ Thanks to your friendship you got dragged into their mess

ꗃ After the race you went to check on your friends

ꗃ How delighted you were when Sentinel Prime congratulated them and even shook your servo

ꗃ You never wanted to wash it after, wanting his touch to linger as long as it could

ꗃ Then your superior - Darkwing - threw you to 50-sub level

ꗃ You all meeting B-127 and going to the surface after finding a message to try and find the Matrix, somehow Elita-1 tagged along

ꗃ You all learning the truth, while your friends argued, you were sitting silently and thinking

ꗃ As stated above you are a protective, worshipping yandere, now add delusional and deranged to that mix, even worse - you were quite intelligent

ꗃ Sentinel couldn't really want to kill the Primes - at least not willingly - right?

ꗃ Your mind set - you were going to punish him for his crimes... but with a little twist, you couldn't really let him leave you, you didn't want your devotion go all to waste

ꗃ You were simply going to show him your love obsession

ꗃ You just had to work smart - like you always do

ꗃ You all were taken by the High Guard and later Sentinel's guards appeared

ꗃ You managed to not get captured and helped Orion with revealing the truth, and ofc ramming the train into Sentinel's tower

ꗃ Then the fight happened

ꗃ D-16 shoots Orion and rips Sentinel in half

ꗃ Orion returns as Optimus Prime and banishes D-16, now turned Megatron

ꗃ Everyone was happy that the treachery of Sentinel came to an end

ꗃ You on the other end were nowhere to be seen... and so was Sentinel's body

ꗃ Gaining some medical skills in the mines helped you to somehow keep Sentinel online and let you protect control him

ꗃ You really wanted to give him back his lower half, but first he had to earn it

ꗃ At first Sentinel was sure someone will know he was trapped with you, it's not like you could hide it that well and soon he would be saved or taken to prison... right?

ꗃ You would disappear for long periods of time and return to him, telling him about your day and always have a gift for him - imagine his terror when you managed to get to Arachnid without being spotted and noone really seeing it until it was to late - her mangled frame infront of him, one of his best and loyal warriors completely destroyed to the point that if he didn't know her, he wouldn't recognise the corpse

ꗃ He tried to escape - he really did, but the punishments following it were brutal and hurt each time more than before, being kept here like a caged bird with noone but himself to try and break free was a nightmare

ꗃ Gaining the rest of his frame was a relief but at the same time a curse, now having no cog and no means to transport, he was still stuck with a worshipping, delusional, deranged and overprotective yandere with noone to know he was still there - he preferred rather to die than live like this, but he had no say in the matter, he didn't exist anymore to the living

" Don't worry sweetspark, those disgusting Quintessons can't tell you what to do anymore, now you have me to protect, pamper and care for you! Isn't it amazing? Now you are finally free with me by your side! Forever! "

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( Master list )

(Don't be afraid to request :3)

[mncxbe]

Hi I love your blog!!

Was wondering If could request a fydor and his wife who gave birth to a son and how she’ll react when she find out what fydors been doing and she rans away with her son and later fydor finds out and finds her after some years.

You can decide what happens but Ty and take care.

Yess ofc. I did this as in character as possible tbh and it's a bit fast paced but I hope you like it♡♡

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3:42 a.m

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: slight angst♤

Despite popular belief, Fyodor actually loved you. Looking back he doesn't really know what exactly fascinated him that much: you were a simple young woman fresh out of college, working a nine-to-five job at a local coffee shop. Perhaps your normality was what has drawn him to you.

There was nothing spectacular about your looks either except your eyes: shoulder length black hair, a fairly regular built, but oh those eyes... pools of dark like black lakes, flaked with silvery spots. Looking into your eyes was like stargazing, the whole universe hidden in those two orbs.

The only truly remarkable aspect about you was your innate ability to lean new languages. You came to Russia when you were 19 and when Fyodor met you three years later your Russian was perfect.

Seven months after the two of you met he proposed; and you accepted. It was impulsive and wrong in a way. Neither of you knew much about the other and that's exactly the reason why your relationship was doomed from the beginning.

Nevertheless Fyodor adored you. He poured every ounce of humanity and hope he had left in you and your marriage. Words cannot explain how happy he was when you told him you were pregnant too. It gave him hope, a bright future to look forward to, maybe even a chance to leave the Decay of Angels.

But this vision he had shattered the day you left, taking your son with you. You had finally found out about his crimes, his sins; and this was his punishment. He didn't bother to look for you. Maybe it was for the best that you were gone. He realized how greedy and stupid he was: to want both your love and to succeed in his plans. Your departure was simply a consequence of his own actions but knowing that didn't numb the pain of his loss.

With each lonely night that passed you felt farther from him and soon enough he became desensitized; feelings and attachments only brought suffering and disappointment. They were the fatal flaw of human condition. So he pushed them in the back of his mind, locked them in a mental safe and threw away the key.

After you left he gave it all to his organization; there was nothing holding him back from commiting the most horrendous crimes and he loved it. Looking back, you were merely a distraction.

And then he went to Yokohama to play his part in the great plan. He was finally away from his mother country so the last string that tied him to you was cut.

Or so he thought.

It was a fine autumn afternoon, a thick layer of dead leaves hid most of the ground and crackled under Fyodor's feet. A light breeze carried a sweet, putrid scent mixed with exhaust gas.

Fyodor was walking through his favourite park when suddenly, a ball rolled in front of his feet. He ceased his motion, looking around for the owner of the ball when a little boy, around 5 years old, appeared in front of him.

"Sorry mister sir." uttered the boy as he crouched to grab the plastic ball with his slender hands. When the child straightened his back Fyodor caught a glimpse of his face and froze. It was as if he was looking at a miniature version of himself: violet eyes, pale skin, unkept dark hair that went a little past his jawline.

Was it...? But no, it couldn't be. It couldn't...

Just then your voice sounded from behind the little boy; it was as crystalling and soft as he remembered. He rose his eyes to look at you and the intensity of your gaze disarmed him. Of course you recognised him even after all these years, he looked virtually the same.

But you had changed: your hair was now long, dyed strawberry blonde and you were fitter, healthier but your eyes were the same. A pang a sadness pierced his soul like an arrow when he realized how well you were now that you left him.

"Akiro love please. Let's go home." you said in a shaky voice [and a flawless Japanese] as you grabbed the kid's arm and yanked him back, away from Fyodor. The plastic ball fell from the boy's hands and he let out a cry but you didn't stop walking.

And once again, Fyodor let you walk away. He watched as you stepped further down the alley, wrapping the beige jacket around your body with a hand as the other was loosely holding your son's fingers.

Hia gaze followed the two of you until you left the park. With slightly quivering fingers he picked up the ball from his feet and placed it in the inner pocket of his cloak before turning on his heels and walking back to his place.

[strawberrypillz0]

When I discovered that jirai kei was not just a style but a subculture I was very impressed but happy to finally understand why jirai kei was associated with mental illness or mentally illed characters like menhera chan or KAngel. I would like to ask, can people who don't actually have mental problems still dress in jirai kei? And what defines jirai kei clothing? Hope this reaches you!! ^^

Of course - regardless of me joking all the time about it, as long as you’re respectful to what jirai is and don’t try to invalidate actual jirais (who are mentally ill etc), you should wear whatever you want and whatever makes you happy. c: Jirai Kei is very popular as just a “fashion” right now and a lot of people who wear it, wear it just because is pretty but personally I think they are more “mass produced type (ryousangata - which isn’t obviously the same thing when it comes to the fashion, but they fit perfectly the definition or ryo rather than landmine type)” than Jirai Kei, but that’s on me.

What defines jirai clothing?

1. Color Palette

• Dominated by dark shades like black, deep purples, and dark reds, with occasional soft pinks or whites.

• The colors are supposed to give this creepy/cute vibe, mysterious and romantic.

2. Silhouettes and Layering

• Usually the coord will be a blouse + a skirt (not always tho, some jirai brands make shorts, long skirts, dresses etc, the brand that experiments the most is dearmylove imo.), they will usually just be in two colors -> one black + one lighter/dark. For example black and white, black and pink, black and red, black and purple.. but there are coords that are only black! (But it also depends on the specific item you’re wearing - some set up’s are just one colour and they can be even light blue with white, so I would say that what matters is what brand you’re wearing and stuff like accessories, makeup etc) -> it’s hard to describe the exact look of the clothes so I will just add pictures. (But there is bunch of videos on YouTube, I’m horrible at explaining this stuff but I try 😭)

3. Accessories

• accessories include chokers (or specific pieces from brands like VW) , platform shoes (especially bubbles ones), stockings, bows.

4. Makeup

• usually for someone to immediately recognise that you’re jirai will be the makeup -> pien makeup, this is the type of makeup that is supposed to make you look sad (cuz pien is facial expression that reminds of this emoji 🥺), like you’re about to cry, basically pleading face. Ofc I will post a little tutorial/reference, but there is a lot of tutorials from Japanese jirais that are amazing at it. I would say that contact lenses are also doing a lot when it comes to it!

5. Editing

It’s very much normal in jirai culture to edit your pictures heavily and add filters that are very very pink. But it’s not a thing you must do, but it nice to keep it in mind.

As I said, I’m not the best person when it comes to explaining the fashion itself so I would recommend just looking how jirai looks on other platforms and watch videos about it on YouTube! Especially to know the difference between jirai and ryo 🩷

[ficsbyuzi]

ALL THE WAYS LEAD TO YOU

PART-9

Characters - Aemond Targaryen and Inara Maegyr (OFC) in a modern AU.

MASTERLIST

word count - 3.8k

Warnings - +18

Another chapter in the same week, lol I am shirking my real life duties and feeling more depressed I guess 🥲🙃 Ignore the grammatical errors pretty please, i did not proof read it like always :)

 Aemond’s wife

Every sound and sight after those words seemed to reach her through a foggy veil of daze.

Inara could see Alys standing face to face with her. She could see Aemond observing her from a distance. But they were nothing more than shifting shapes in her blurry perception.

She could hear a familiar sound - Aemond’s voice booming in the office, but couldn't comprehend it. Then came Alys' laugh - sharp, almost mocking - cutting through the haze like a blade.

Before she could collect herself, she felt Alys’ hand clasping her own, pulling her inside the room with a forced, graceful grip.

The dazed veil tore apart in an instant when Inara recognised the sharp contrast of Aemond’s familiar touch on her hand, the warmth of his fingers brushing against hers as they were freed from Alys’ grasp.

“Stop it, Alys.” Aemond’s frustration was palpable, fury tightening his voice.

Inara stood frozen as her body shook with an urge to flee. Every instinct screamed at her to leave the room, but her feet were unwilling to obey.

“Why? Stop being so rude, Aemond. I am trying to be friendly,” Alys replied, her tone dripping with a dangerous confidence that seemed to momentarily douse Aemond’s rage.

In that moment, Inara’s eyes met Aemond’s, their gazes briefly locking before he quickly averted his. And in that fleeting glance, she sensed a mix of frustration and a hint of fear. She couldn’t tell if those emotions stemmed from Alys’s presence in the room, or if they were tied to her unexpected arrival.

"Inara, you need to leave, I‘ll speak to you later," Aemond said, his tone clipped and dismissive, his gaze fixed anywhere but on her.

Before she could respond, Alys sighed, rolling her eyes and giving her head a shake. In a tone that was a calculated blend of indifference, mockery and dominance, she said, “Inara, I came all the way from Harrenhal to meet you, you can’t leave so early” 

Inara swallowed. 

She came to meet me?

Drawing on every ounce of restraint she had, she forced her voice to stay steady, "I’m leaving. I just needed your signature on this letter, Aemond." 

With every word, she summoned her composure. 

She could do this. Stand firm in the face of whatever truth had been denied to her. Hidden from her.

And yet, her amber eyes brimmed with tears as Aemond took the letter from her. The usual warmth of her sunlit orbs, golden and bright, was now fading, as if the sun within them was slowly sinking beneath a sea of tears, ushering in the darkness.

Aemond took the letter from her without a word, his movements brisk and impersonal. Alys stood in  mocking, judging silence, as Inara felt the weight of her gaze pressing down on her. 

He signed it hastily, the scratch of the pen loud in the tense silence, and held it out to give it back without so much as a glance to her. Not a single word passed his lips.

Instead, Alys spoke as Inara took the sheet of paper back, dejected and defeated, “When I first heard about you I thought, mmm, some old hag has stolen his heart, again, but you…” She paused, her gaze sweeping over Inara like a blade slicing through skin. 

Leaving her sentence unfinished, Alys turned and strode confidently to Aemond’s chair, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. 

“I, too, wanted to be a doctor, you know?” she said, settling into the chair as if it were rightfully hers. 

“I told you to leave, Inara.” 

A brusque reminder from Aemond made Inara stir to obey him, the letter clenched tightly in her hand. Her chest rose and fell in erratic breaths, as she began towards the exit, when suddenly, Alys’ cold, calculating voice froze her in her tracks.

“Does she fuck better than me, Aemond?”

The room fell deathly still. A sharp sigh left Inara’s throat, the vulgarity of Alys’s words slicing through her half-torn composure. Her feet now felt trapped into the ground, even as every fiber in her body charged with an urge to flee the room.

Aemond’s jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides. His eyes, cold and sharp, locked on Alys. But Alys only smirked, leaning back as if daring him to respond.

“INARA! LEAVE!” he thundered, the rage that swarmed through him finally spilling over. His hand lashed out, sending a vase off the table. 

Inara instinctively backed away, cupping her mouth to suppress a shriek.

 It was a side of him she had never witnessed before. 

"Tsk, see? He just keeps breaking everything," Alys drawled in a mocking tone, her pout exaggerated as she stretched out the word ‘everything’, "He breaks my heart and he breaks the hearts of his fans," she rolled her eyes with theatrical disdain before adding,"Careful, girl, he'll break yours too. And he won't even tell you the reason,” her voice dripping with false concern as she shrugged, her expression a mix of mockery and feigned indifference.

Aemond had had enough.

He clasped Inara’s hand in a firm, unyielding grip and led her out of the room. The sound of Alys’s chuckle reverberated through her like a shattered chandelier, each shard slicing  through her self esteem.

Without a word, he shut the door with the force that seemed to slap her like a final verdict. Truth. 

The tears she had fought so hard to suppress now broke free, streaming down her cheeks as she stumbled forward. Her steps turned frantic and breath erratic, as jagged sobs left her throat.

In her haste, she collided with a figure, the impact jarring her slightly. Blinking through her tears, she caught a fleeting glimpse of a tall, silver-haired man whose features mirrored Aemond’s, though his presence felt entirely different—darker, more dangerous.

“Watch your step,” the man said curtly.

“I’m sorry,” Inara mumbled, her voice thick, barely glancing up as she moved past him. 

Daemon Targaryen watched her retreating figure with a raised brow, noting the way her steps faltered. His lips curled into a sardonic smile as realization struck—she had come from Aemond’s office.

“Silly girl,” he muttered, chuckling softly to himself and continuing on.

-

Inara stared at the moonless sky, standing on the balcony of her apartment. For months, she felt as if all her nights were filled with the light of the full moon. As if it never left its place. But tonight, the sky was an endless expanse of darkness. The city lights stretched endlessly before her, their glimmer feeling distant and hollow.

That city, with all its allure and brightness, was now a reminder of the world she didn’t truly belong to. The world of glamor, that was not for her. Neither, it seemed, was dreaming of stars. 

Dreaming only leaves one aching and heartbroken.

But why should she feel heartbroken? No promises were made to her. No commitments were exchanged.

Tears rolled off her cheeks as her thoughts spiraled and her chest tightened. She walked back to her room, her knees buckling as she sank to the edge of her bed. 

It was foolish. She should have known better than to trust a rich, popular man she barely knew. She should have been rational enough to understand that he was likely carrying burdens and truths that didn’t align with her own life.

Yet, here she was, clinging to fragments of the tender moments she shared with him. She held onto memories of how his gaze lingered on her, the warmth of his touch that sent sparks through her, and the softness in his voice whenever he spoke her name.

These moments were her truth, one no one could take away from her.

But the truth she faced today was different. It was clear, it was logical. And love... love was anything but.

Love is messy, irrational. And love sometimes devastates one’s heart and soul. 

But how would she convince her heart and soul who still held on to that love she felt for him and now resisted the truth she came face to face with. How could she explain to them to let go of the man she thought he was - the man who, despite everything, still felt like her safe place.

A place where she could not stay as it belonged to someone else.

-

Her distorted sleep was a chaotic blend of what all she had experienced throughout the day.

“It all ends today,” she whispered to the reflection in the mirror. The face staring back at her looked hollow, drained of any happy coloring, the eyes sunken on it, devoid of their usual warmth. One last time when she had to get ready for her day at the Red Keep Productions.

-

Inara lingered behind her computer screen. She could not go on the set and let herself succumb to the emotions tied to those halls. She stared blankly at the screen, scrolling aimlessly, her mind far away from the display on the screen. 

A small, brown box filled with her belongings rested beside the keyboard, tangibly reminding her of a few hours to go. A soft knock broke her trance.

“Come in.”

Margaery, her senior, entered, holding a cupcake and a small, neatly wrapped gift in her hands. “This is for you,” she said, placing it gently on the desk before leaning down to embrace Inara. 

For a fleeting moment, Inara forgot everything and smiled, a genuine curve of her lips that reached her eyes.

“All the best with your studies. And I really hope you join the team for the next season. We’ll miss you.” 

Next season

Then, it all came rushing back, the light in her gaze dimming, the shadows returning to her face as if clouds had passed over the sun. Outside, the sky mirrored her countenance as the sun was enveloped by an overcast gloom. A low rumble of thunder echoed in the distance, filling her office.

The shift in her demeanor was subtle but unmistakable, enough for Margaery to notice. She tilted her head, her brows knitting in concern. “What is it? Something wrong?”

Inara swallowed hard, shaking her head with a small, forced smile. “No, it’s nothing. I just feel a bit emotional about leaving...a bit nervous about moving to a new place..and..”

She paused, her words catching in her throat as a vivid image of Aemond flashed in her mind. His sharp features softened by a rare smile that she thought only surfaced, when she was around. For her.

“Has someone said anything to you?” Margaery’s voice was soft with concern. “If you don’t mind me asking…I noticed that you looked really upset yesterday. You were gone by the time I came to check on you.”

“No, nothing happened,” Inara replied in a hurried tone, gaze dropping to the floor. 

Margaery didn’t look convinced. “You went to Aemond’s office, didn’t you? Did something happen there? I know he can be a little... curt at times, but he doesn’t mean ill. And, honestly, these celebs, actors..they are just moody peop…”

“No, it’s not that,” Inara did not let her finish. Her hands fidgeted with the edge of her desk as her words tumbled out in a rush, “I happened to meet his wife yesterday and she was..” 

“Wife?” Margaery repeated, her brows knitting in confusion. “Aemond doesn’t have a wife.”

A jolt ran through her chest. The ground beneath her shifted a little. Her mind began racing to make sense of what she just heard. 

Aemond does not have a wife?

Was the previous day an illusion or was this moment not really happening? The walls of reality seemed to blur around her.

“I..I” she stammered, her voice faltering. “I saw her. I spoke to her. Alys…” The name felt like a wound being reopened.

“Alys? Alys Rivers from Harrenhal?”

Inara could only nod in silent confirmation.

Margaery’s frown deepened, confusion flickering across her face. Quickly glancing at the door she leaned slightly closer, lowering her voice, “She’s not his wife anymore. God, that woman is a bit of a weirdo, if you ask me. They got divorced years ago, and she is still calling herself his wife?”

“Divorced?” Her mind struggled to process the information, she had been bombarded with.

“Yes,” Margaery confirmed, “It was messy. Let’s just say the family wasn’t exactly heartbroken when things ended. But she keeps lingering in his life, making it hard for him to completely move on. It is not the first time that she showed up here randomly.”

Inara’s nerves tightened even more in unease. The revelation did little to soothe her turmoil. If anything, it only raised more questions. Why had Alys acted so possessively, claiming to be Aemond’s wife? And why did Aemond not correct her?

Or did he correct her? 

“She’s a smart, self-made woman, no doubt. But, God, is she weird! Do you know she once introduced herself as a barn owl cursed to live in human form? I mean, what sane person says  that in a business meeting?”

Inara blinked, momentarily jolted out of the whirlwind of her thoughts.

Margaery, as if reading her the doubts surfacing on her face, pressed on,“Aemond and Alys have unresolved issues that have been dragging on for years,” she said, her tone laced with caution. “It’s a tangled mess and doesn’t make much sense to anyone standing outside it. Honestly, I’d advise you not to let this rich-people drama weigh on your mind.”

“I’m okay. I guess I was just too emotional about leaving, and she was a bit rude to me yesterday,” Inara said, her tone casual, though the effort to mask her feelings was evident. “You all have been so kind to me here.. it just… added up, I think.” She forced a nonchalant facade, steering the conversation away from her true emotions, unwilling to let them show.

“Right. Take care. Hope to see you soon, again.” Margaery gave her an encouraging smile and a pat on the shoulder before turning to head out. 

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Inara in the dim room.

 A distant rumble of thunder rolled through the air. The sound of rain began to patter against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the chaos inside her. 

-

It happened. The one thing Aemond had dreaded the most. 

The thought of Inara leaving, slipping away from him without a word, without closure after what happened the day before, was gnawing at him.

The ache to see her, to make things right, clawed at him. She was probably walking out of his life forever, and he was powerless to stop it. He wasn’t sure what was worse: the regret of not acting or the fear of losing her, her trust.

He had to see her. He had to tell her the truth. He had to tell her that he couldn’t let her go.

He needed her in his life. 

-

The sky turned wrathful as rain poured down in relentless torrents, drumming against the hood of Inara’s stalled car. She sat inside, soaked from her futile attempt to check the engine. She cursed herself for not charging her phone before leaving. It had died before she could even manage one attempt to call a cab. All she could do was wait—wait for the storm to pass or for some kind of relief to come. She still had an hour of distance left to cover before reaching her apartment, but in that moment, the road ahead seemed impossibly far.

Moments later, headlights appeared in the distance. A sleek, expensive car pulled up alongside her. Relief flooded her until she recognized the driver.

Jason Lannister.

The door to his car swung open, and he leaned out, his sharp features illuminated by the glow of his headlights.

 “Need some help?” he asked, his tone rich with smugness.

Hesitant but desperate, Inara nodded. “Uh, my car broke down, and my phone is dead. Can you please help in arranging a cab for me?” she spoke over the rain clattering over the metal of her car.

Jason stepped out, an umbrella shielding him from the downpour. He gestured to his car. “Come on. I’ll give you a lift.”

“i.. I'll manage with a cab. Thanks.” She hesitated.

“You wont get any cab in this weather, my driver will drop you at the nearest bus stop if it’s ok?” 

She hesitated but had little choice. Clutching her soaked coat, she climbed into the plush interior of his car. A scent of leather and cologne greeted her, a stark contrast to the rotten seaweed stench of the city, amplified by the storm outside. 

The conversation began innocuously enough during the ride with Jason asking her about the shoot and her time at the Red Keep production house. But his tone soon shifted, growing more and more condescending.

After a few minutes, Inara noticed the car veer off the main road and onto a secluded, shadowy path. Her pulse quickened, her unease growing. 

"Where are we going?" she asked sharply, her voice cutting through the tense silence.

"Shortcut," Jason replied, his tone disturbingly casual.

The car rounded a bend, and an abandoned warehouse loomed into view. Her heart was beating faster with every minute passing by, but she maintained her calm and stayed alert. Before she could process the place where she was, the driver brought the car to a halt, stepped out without a word, and disappeared into the rain and darkness.

“What is this place? Where is he going?” she asked, trying to keep the rising panic from her voice.

“Relax,” cooed Jason in a tone too-intimate that did anything but reassure her. “He’ll be back. And I’m right here, aren’t I? I’ll keep you company.” He raked his eyes over her, with an unsettling curve of his lips that made her heartbeat thunder in her chest.

“Please call your driver back.”

“He’ll be back. Why don’t we talk and get to know each other better in the meantime?” he said, shifting to face her. “You don’t really think Aemond Targaryen is the only one who notices you, do you?”

Inara stiffened. A knot tightened in her stomach as a cold wave of fear washed over her. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” she said evenly, keeping her gaze fixed straight ahead.

“Oh, come on,” Jason chuckled, the sound carrying an unsettling hint of his ulterior motives, “Don’t play coy. You think a guy like Aemond is serious about someone like you? You’re a distraction to him at best, or a dalliance.”

A wave of nausea swept over her. She was too stunned to respond. 

“I can give you a lot more than he ever could,” Jason continued, his voice low and dripping with mockery. “Not the silver hair or that dragon charm he’s got that drives women crazy, of course, but…” His hand slid onto her knee.

Inara recoiled instantly, slapping his hand away. Fury took over her senses and before she could second-guess herself, she struck him hard across the face.

“You bitch!” Jason snarled, grabbing her arm in a bruising grip, his other hand reaching for her throat.

Before he could tighten his hold, a rattling noise came from his door as someone attempted to unlock it from the outside. He froze, startled, but the distraction was brief.

Next moment, the driver’s side window exploded inward in a deafening crash, shards of glass scattering across the front seats. Jason recoiled in shock, his grip on Inara faltering.

A hand belonging to someone cloaked in a dark overcoat reached in and unlocked the back door with a swift motion.

The door flung open, and the same hand seized Jason by the collar, yanking him out with brutal force. Stumbling and soaked to the bone, Jason found himself face-to-face with Aemond. His hair clung to his face, rainwater dripping down his sharp jawline.

“What the hell, Targaryen?” Jason protested, but his words were cut off when Aemond slammed him against the side of the car.

“Consider yourself lucky that you’re Aegon’s friend, or I’d end you right here, Lannister,” Aemond growled, his voice chilling, rivaling the hot fury that twisted his face. His eyes blazed with an anger so intense it seemed to burn everything in its path.

The dam of Inara’s restraint collapsed, and she broke down as his voice reached her ears. Sobbing, she opened her side of the door and came out. 

Jason’s bravado crumbled. “It’s..it's a misunderstanding, let me explain..” he stammered.

“If I see you again in the city,” Aemond said, his grip tightening just enough to make Jason squirm. “I’ll make sure that you regret coming here.”

Jason nodded frantically, his face ashen. Aemond released him with a shove, sending him sprawling into the mud. Without a word, Jason scrambled to his feet. Aemond stood motionless, his piercing gaze fixed on him, as he fumbled to clean the driver’s seat.

He turned to Inara who stood at a distance, trembling in the rain. He approached her but she backed a few steps away. She looked fragile - shocked, disheveled, and lost in a way that made his heart ache.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice quieter, the anger gone.

Behind them, the car’s engine roared to life. Jason’s damaged vehicle screeched as it sped off, the grating sound echoing in the damp, rain-soaked air.

Tears poured from her eyes, mingling with the rain on her face. The adrenaline ebbed as Jason left the spot. 

Without answering his question, she started walking.

“Inara,” Aemond called out. 

But she kept walking, her steps slow and unsteady. She wrapped her arms around herself in an  attempt to shield herself - from the harsh weather, from the world around her that had become too heavy to bear. 

In just one day, two people had tested her patience and questioned her honor. She felt an overwhelming urge to flee, to disappear into some place away from this cruelty she faced. A place where she could erase her pain and never look back. 

She stopped, her shoulders slumping as she glanced around helplessly. She didn’t know that place - that desolate stretch where Jason had brought her. She didn’t know the way back to her apartment.

 If Aemond hadn’t arrived... if he hadn’t saved her…

Her thoughts spiraled, breath hitched.  Her legs wavered as a thick fabric was gently draped over her trembling shoulders, holding her in place. She flinched at first, but the familiar scent coming from the overcoat grounded her, and a shuddering sob escaped her lips.

“Please,” Aemond whispered, as though speaking too loudly or anything against her will, might shatter her completely.

He stepped away from her to return to his car. He opened the passenger door with a hesitant motion. Sitting behind the wheel, he waited - hoping, silently pleading, that she would come and  sit beside him. He would wait for her the entire night. He would wait for her his whole life, if need be.

A few moments later, Inara slipped into the car, pulling the passenger door shut. The soft thud was drowned out by the relentless drumming of rain against the roof. Drenched and defeated, she leaned back against the seat, her head tilting slightly as her eyes fluttered shut. Her voice, barely audible, broke the silence.

“I don’t want to be alone.”

The words, fragile and raw, pierced his heart. Aemond glanced at her, noting how her soaked hair clung to her face, tears slipping silently from her closed eyes.

He would never leave her alone. 

Aemond pulled out his phone, pressed a speed dial. “I’m sending you my location,” he said curtly, his tone all business, “Take care of any cameras or cameramen you find here.”

There was a pause as the person on the other end spoke. Aemond’s gaze flickered sideways again, at the sound of her quiet sniffles. Frustration boiled inside him as he regretted letting Jason escape with such ease. His jaw tightened, his knuckles turning white against the steering wheel.

“I’ll explain later,” he muttered into the phone, his voice clipped. He ended the call without waiting for a response, tossing the device onto the dashboard.

The engine of Aemond's car roared to life.

And Inara knew that she was safe now.

-x-

[k1ku0l3vr]

chat imma be CANCELLED for this 🔥🙏

i’m sry but i don’t see the appeal of david or exer. they’re good characters but they’re rly not too interesting to me. obviously, exer has a good arc, but jackson kinda has the same one? like when u take off the rose-tinted glasses, u see that exer has a hatred for jackson in s.one, even if he hasn’t done anything remotely bad to him at the time. and guess what? JACKSON HAS THE SAME TYPE OF ARC IN S.TWO EXCEPT HE HAS A GENUINE REASON TO DISLIKE EXER?? i can’t stand the fact the fandom brushes over exer’s actions like they wouldn’t affect someone and paint jackson as this big bad villain who did it all for malicious reasons. however, i recognise jackson has also done some rly dicky shit in the new episode, which is y i’m neutral abt both of them.

okay time for david. there isn’t anything inherently wrong abt him, i js don’t find his character trope very interesting. i will say his battle with homosexuality and his daddy issues are endearing , but i’m js not too interested in his personality. ofc many ppl can relate to him and it’s a reason y he’s so popular, it’s js he’s kinda a boring character without those two arcs. genuinely i did not care for him in s.one., he was a nice guys, i js didn’t find him interesting then.

the BIGGEST reason y i js don’t rly like them is bc THE OTHERS R SO UNDERRATED IT PAINS ME. like where r my brenda fans? pamela? RON? LITERALLY ANYONE IN THE DETENTION GANG?? they're all super fun to watch and i think they deserve more attention. like if u add the amount of jamala fics and ronothy fic together, it only adds to A QUATER OF DEXER FICS ON AO3. LIKE BOTH RELATIONSHIPS R ACC SO SWEET AND THE DYNAMICS R AMAZING ITS SOSOSOSO PAINFUL TO SEE THEM BE OVERLOOKED. honestly 92% of the fandom is made up of david/exer stans so i’m not surprised y jackson is hated.

honestly i would js want to see him others talk abt their fav characters in jd (RON, KEN, BRENDA AND TIMOTHY 🔛🔝) but i would like to hear some reasonings on y ppl like david and/or exer!

[nutmeg-on-a-stick]

Some hexenzirkle designs to evict these ladies out of my head during exams. Hopefully i made them recognisable enough to distinguish who is who…? 😭

Here are the other three still stuck in the sketch phase:

More (a lot more) ramblings and hcs about their designs under the cut:

Rhine: I have so many, SO many iterations of her design but the one thing I want to keep consistent is both the ‘regalness/royalness’ of her design due to the game insinuating she was an important and possibly high ranking khaenrian, but also keeping it somewhat practical as first and foremost, she’s an alchemist. I haven't drawn it yet but I also wanted to draw her weapon to be a sword? A fencing sword specifically, since Albedo’s first few NA’s resemble that of a fencer. The eyepatch is must for a khaenrian character and the monstrous arm I wanted to represent Dain’s (purely for aesthetics sake, but I remember reading a post here about Rhine, in her pursuit for perfection being inherently and unchangeably flawed and oooohf that shit stuck)

Alice: Ofc I wanted to give her the same bubbly vibe as Klee though I was stuck on whether to make her design lean into that roundness or go sleek? Ultimately i went with the first just to keep more variety in all of the characters. I like imagining the hexen kids pick up things from their parents thus the steampunk vibe for Alice as she’s an inventor and tinkerer like Klee (potions and chemicals would have been more appropriate i suppose but i already did that gimmick with rhinedottir). A dash of four leaf clovers and a dodoco on the hat and that was that :]

Barb: Dont ask me how her hat works. i dont know. It just floats. Her design was deffo the simplest of three just bcus i didnt have much to work on beyond stars, moon, fate, and stuff and thus, it’s very derivative of Mona’s design elements unfortunately. I’ll probably go in later to make her look a bit older too…? I’m satisfied with the level of cunt she’s giving but I don’t think she fits Mona’s description of ‘old hag’ yet HAH

Im too sleep to write about the other three today :,,)

[the-moon-lullaby]

Hi! It's so great to see someone writing for good old mc. Can I get the boys (by that I mean Nathaniel, Castiel, Lysander, Kentin and Armin but feel free to left some out if that's too many characters) talking to Candy's pregnant belly? Ofc feel free to ignore if you are uncomfortable with topic of pregnancy or kids. Also have a great day!

The HSL boys talking to Candy’s pregnant belly

N/A : Heyy! Thank you for being so considerate in your request, it's lovely of you ! It was fun to write ! Thank you for your request and have a great day as well darling !<3

𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚕  

He would totally sing to Candy’s belly. Whether it is a Crowstorm unreleased song or a little lullaby, he’ll do it and you can’t convince me otherwise. Perhaps at the beginning it would be at Candy’s demand and he’d act annoyed/bothered but don’t let him fool you : he loves it. At some point, he’d just do it. Like if he’s writing a new song or anything, he’d sing it to Candy’s belly (and to Candy as well ofc). Double audience for my guy now

However better not tell anyone about this or he’ll get a bit embarrassed. He likes the fact that these moments are just between him, Candy and their baby. It’s just so intimate to him so he feels like this would ruin it a little if Candy starts to tell or brag about it to other people (as if she would tho)

Not but for real, just picture him singing Hakuna Matata to Candy’s belly (PLS this is so wholesome and funny at the same time, I CAN’T)

Also I think he would be the type to randomly interact here and there with the baby like, for example, when complaining about people (‘cause we know he does that sometimes) « God, people sucks ! Not you though, mate. » Cute 

After a while, when he feels completely comfortable with talking to the baby and that you’re both used to it, he’d be more emotionally open and would say things like « Can’t wait to meet you mate » or if it’s this kind of day when he doesn’t want to come off as too sentimental he’d go for something like « You’re gonna love Pancake » or « Pancake is so impatient to meet you buddy ! » (the dog is a good cover, right ?)

That said, I just know that Castiel would always refer to the baby as « mate » or « buddy » (any nicknames like that honestly) even if you guys already choose a name. Why ? Well because he believes it makes the situation less cheesy but (in my humble opinion), it just makes it even more adorable

He secretly wishes for his baby to be able to recognise his voice but pretend that it’s not that important to him (it is). As if he was trying to bond with his child even though they’re still in the womb lol. So behind this chill facade that he keeps on, if the baby moves or kicks while he’s speaking or singing, he’ll instantly get so excited (forget about being embarrassed, he’s to thrilled for that at the moment) and it would be the cutest thing ever. Ofc Candy would tease him a bit about it but bold of you to assume that this is going to stop him

He might even break his own rules and go brag about how his baby reacts to his voice.

And now he can’t wait to hear them in return.

𝙻𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 

Oh Lord ! This man, I can’t. Lysander talking to Candy’s belly would be the sweetest thing ever. 

Just imagine : Lysander reciting the most heartfelt, passionate and soul-stirring poem (that ofc he wrote himself because this man has it all y’all) kneeled in front of Candy’s belly. 

Honestly Candy would be tearing up at this sight (just as I am imagining it, Lysander truly is a gift) and when he notices that he would just place a kiss on Candy’s belly before kissing her forehead and take her in his arms. So freaking sweet. 

Lysander’s poetic (rizz) talent isn’t just a myth. He’s the embodiment of poetry if you ask me and he certainly has a way with words. 

Between him and Castiel, it’s some creative boys that we have here. How lucky

That said, be prepared for him to constantly write poems about Candy and their child. He has now two muses so his inspiration is doubled

Also, I feel like when it comes to choosing the baby’s name, he would just say the names in front of Candy’s belly and see if there’s a reaction inside. Just because he kinda wants his baby to choose their names somehow

Ofc he would sing to Candy’s belly. I mean with his angelic voice (as it was mentioned more than once in the game), how could he not ? 

I think Lysander would not feel ashamed to talk to his baby (unlike most of the boys at some point). Not in the slightest. And it make sense because since when Lysander care about what people think ? The only persons that matters to him are the persons he loves and they would never make fun of him or judge him for that. 

And of course, he'll be the greatest dad ever (his kids won't ever relate to Daddy issues by the Neighbourhood or Family Line by Conan Gray, that's for sure)

𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗 

 Ok so with Armin if you expected heartfelt speeches or sentimental words from him, you’ve come to the wrong place. We don’t do that here lol (However, out of topic, I think Alexy would do that for him though as the invested uncle and the drama-queen he is, and ofc Armin would laugh at him)

Don’t assume he doesn’t talk to the baby though. He does and does it a lot. 

I don’t know why but I can picture him telling Candy to sit next to him while he plays LoL ( for example) and explaining how to play a game to her belly or tell everything  about the Zelda lore (idk about you but that’s funny to me)

Candy might even get annoyed at some point but Armin will joke saying that they need to educate their child as soon as possible (little does Candy knows that Armin is only half-joking lmao)

He is totally the kind of guy that will address to Candy’s belly without explicitly showing it just to mess with Candy. Let me clarify : for example he would say something and it could be anything really and Candy would go « huh ? » and « I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to them, duh. ». But it’s all fun and games, nothing mean obviously

Or also, when Candy curses for whatever reason, he would act so shocked « Oh my God ! Have you heard what Mom said ?! » (pls someone stop this guy)

It still cute because, Armin’s playfulness is part of his charm and more than often it makes Candy smiles so everything’s alright and the baby could hope for a cooler dad.

𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗  

Over protective dad. I won’t argue with anyone about this, I just know

You know these « dad-like speeches » where they swear they’ll always be there for you and protect you with their life ? Well that’s Kentin on a daily basis

And keep in mind that for now, the baby isn’t even out of the womb yet. My guy is rea-dy to deal with it lol

It’s actually very sweet and knowing how Kentin always felt ignored or despised by his father, it is very important for him that his child knows that they’ll can count on him no matter what

He wants to be someone they can rely on and that’s why he says it often to Candy’s belly. That way he’s sure that they know (well not really but you get the point)

I don’t see him speaking with a baby voice though because he’ll feel a bit shy about it (it’s actually sad when you think of it but most guys are embarrassed about doing things like that. That’s a shame if you ask me but let’s go back to the Headcanon before I start ranting about societal issues and how Toxic masculinity ruins lives)

But when Candy is asleep, that’s another story 

He’s just so happy that he and Candy get to have a family of their own after all this time

I mean, this boy has been in love with her for so long so the idea of having a little one as a result of this unconditional love ? My boy is over the moon right now so let out the baby voice 

That was before he got caught by Candy one night and he became so red that it looked like he got instantly sunburned

But let’s be honest, he can’t stay embarrassed in front of his girl for long because he knows she loves him as much as he loves her. Therefore, he never shied away talking to his future child from now on. 

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚕 

So, we know that Nath doesn’t want children. That’s canon. However for the sake of this request, let’s say that he reconsidered and changed his mind (probably after months and months of therapy) 

I think of all the guys, Nathaniel is least to be talking to Candy’s belly and there’s multiple reasons for that : First, he would be embarrassed (yeah, again). Even if he knows he can be vulnerable in front of Candy, he would cringe at himself if was to do something like that (why do I get the feeling that Nath is so easy to cringe lol ?). The other reason would be that he’s still processing and that the baby’s arrival feels so far away yet (forgive him for that, he’s not exactly known to be in touch with his emotions)

But then, as the fateful moment approaches, all his attempts to gaslight himself into believing that everything will be perfectly fine seem to fire back at him

That’s about when he starts to get insomnia. Most nights, he would be just laying in bed, tired and ready to meet Morpheus with Candy already asleep by his side when this chest-crushing anxiety would take over him. « Will I be good enough ? Patient enough ? Caring ? Will I be enough ? ». Really these thoughts terrify him and slowly drive him crazy (add to that the sleep deprivation)

He categorically refuses to tell Candy about it because he knows she has enough to deal with (pregnancy is a trial of life, so I’ve heard) and he doesn’t want to be a burden to her (poor baby). And it’s not like he’s gonna ask life advices to his dad because this man might be one of the worst father figures you can think of and Nathaniel want to be the opposite of this man in terms of parenting. Candy can tell something is bothering him but getting this boy to talk is far from easy

So, one night when he’s laying wide awake in the middle of night, he can’t help but to stare at Candy’s belly and instinctively, puts his hand over it. A so gentle move that it could barely be felt, as if he was scared to wake the little one (and Candy as well). 

Then without knowing why  he wants to tell his future child that he’ll do his best so, in a whisper, he makes this promise. And then he makes another one and keeps going naturally. All whispers. He asks himself if these promises are for the child or for himself until he feels something timidly moving under his hand.

He could barely feel it. To the point he thought he imagined it. But it didn’t matter. Somehow, he felt relieved. About what ? He couldn’t be sure about this but maybe it was a sign that his baby knew that he was trying.

After that, it would become a habit. Every time he would struggle to fall asleep he would whisper to Candy’s belly, hoping that the baby hears (even if sometimes he tells himself that it’s ridiculous but who cares if it is after all ?)

He’ll never tell Candy about it or not before a while as he likes the idea that this is him and his kid’s secret and he know can’t wait to meet them because he doesn’t want to let fear keeps him from being the father they deserve

(𝖮o𝖿, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗒 ! 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍𝗒 ? 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖻𝗀) 

And there you go ! Hope you enjoyed it ! there might be mistakes but I wrote this at 4am instead of studying for my Italian exam because why not eheh (this was much more fun to do) This is a first (and I am struggling) but I think it's pretty okay

See y'all soon and wish you the best ! <3

PS : Here's a little song recommandation ‘cause I can & it’s a good song ! It's called Run Away to Mars by Talk and I thank my labo teacher for recommending it, she's a sweetheart !

[rey-jake-therapist]

Hey. I simply wanna share my thoughts on this with someone. Not a Tolkien fan myself, I have always ignored everything Lord of the Rings related, tried to watch the movies and failed, everything seemed boring, even though I love dark fantasy, folklore, adventures and stuff. The only thing making me interested right now is the ROP portrayal of Sauron (am I a bad person? yes), so the controversy with the show also caught my attention and here's my useless take:

People of the fandom has been there for so long they literally turned “lore” into something sacred and holy. Sure, a lot of things there are inspired by Christianity (as a Christian, I quickly recognised it all after checking out the main worldbuilding points) but it's not the Bible! These books are fiction and it's nothing wrong with interpreting some events differently. Had to watch Galadriel scenes from the movies btw, and her “greatly desiring” the ring and then opposing Sauron in her dark form... makes much more sense if they previously had a personal story going on. So I see no problem here. But fans! If Tolkien himself returned from the dead and said Galadriel 1) isn't Mother Mary figure, more like Mary Magdalene 2) had loved Sauron in a twisted way and that's why she wasn't chilling with other elves in the elvish Eden those guys would never believed him and kept bitching. Ofc, they are free to do so, I just pains me.

Same happened to my favourite show, which made me evaluate a lot of things and change my life for the best, and most of “fans” hate it because it's against the idea they had it their heads for years. What's funny is that my show doesn't have any book source material, it's just a — unconventional a bit — biopic about a rock band frontman, produced and controlled in EVERY ASPECT by his best friend and soulmate. Who new him better than any of the fans. The show is brilliant and nothing like that has been done in our country before, yet 70% of what it gets is childish criticism.

So yeah, seeing ROP mistreated in a similar way makes me sad. I can't even tell my friends about the cons of this show, as most of them have already written on their blogs how awful and unworthy of anyone's time it is. Ugh, thank you for listening.

I hear you ! The most infuriating is that most of these people didn't even bother to watch the show. They just heard some YouTuber or TikToker trash the show and repeat what they hear.

I've also noticed that much of the criticism is made by haters who claim to be Tolkien fans, but who are really just fans of P Jackson's movies, and are certain that HE gave a faithful interpretation of the books while it's just... Not true ! Sauron was never described as a giant eyeball in the books, for a start, it was just the easiest way that P Jackson found to represent the fact that Sauron could see everything everywhere.

By doing so unfortunately he ripped off Sauron of everything that made him a fascinating character, and now those morons use the movie's depiction of Sauron to decide that Sauron always was a one dimensional character and completely ignore the fact that in season 1, he was in a repentance phase, hence not entirely manipulative and dishonest towards Galadriel.

And the same happens with Galadriel. The only person I know in real life watched it, but hated it saying she "can't forgive them for what they did to Galadriel", because she refuses to admit the idea that she can have been a warrior, with tendencies to be reckless and a tad immature. She wanted Cate Blanchett's Third Age Galadriel and won't have it any other way. Why ? Again because of PJ's movies. She didn't read the books ! When I told her that PJ invented the scene from the Hobbit where Galadriel faces Sauron in Dol Guldur, she was surprised but didn't care because at least it was Cate Blanchett looking beautiful and ethereal.

What is the show you mention in your ask ?

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

oh man ok i need to gush about moonlight chicken for a second lol

i adored how this show didnt shy away from the messiness of real life and relationships! like u hav a single gay working class man desperately trying to make ends meet and struggling with the guilt of his past lover having died tragically whilst bringing up his nephew who wants to be taken seriously and finally fly the nest to live his own life whilst at the same time navigating his crush on a lonely deaf boy who just wants to be understood and respected. and then you have a man stuck in relationship limbo where he's unable to let go of his past love but also yearning to move on and free them both from the pain they cause each other... and that's not even to mention the side characters who deal with the loss of parents, unfaithful partners, unplanned pregnancies, trying to be a better mother to your son, etc...

no one was a villain, instead you had a group of people who needed to grow and learn in a very natural way, and that's just so refreshing to see! honestly one of my fav parts of the story is that rather than inventing some arbitrary dramatic reason for wen and alan to break up, it just happened because their love had fizzled out, a thing that happens all the time in real relationships! and even though their love had died, it was still obvious that they cared deeply for one another which made both of them trying to move on so much more painful...

so much of this show was about the cycles of emotional abuse that can develop when you're stuck in the past... jim is unable to see a happy future for himself because he blames himself for beam's death, and he let's that anger and resentment inform how he treats li ming. wen is ignoring the messiness of his relationship with alan in favour of pursuing jim, but knows deep down that neither will be able to truly move on unless he deals with the situation. even heart's parents are stuck unable to relate to or be willing to understand their deaf son as they continue to isolate him from the outside world, thinking that it will protect him but all it does is make him even more lonely!

idk i just loved how the show focused so much on living in the moment. that the past is fixed and the future is uncertain, but there will always be now where you can always find some glimmer of joy and optimism.

and then there's ofc the queer element of the show where we get to see how internalised and external homophobia exist as perimeters to queer people being able to truly be themselves. one of the most heart wrenching scenes is at beam's funeral where his parents come up to jim and effectively tell him that because he and beam weren't married, he has no legal rights to any of the things they had worked so hard for together! and this is something you hear time and time again, both historically and now, where queer couples in countries that dont recognise gay marriage or even civil partnerships are denied so much (particularly when one of them dies) because their relationship is deemed illegitimate by law.

jim as a character has internalised this so much that when he finds out his nephew is gay, he lashes out (in one of the funniest scenes ever, mind you lol... literally the whole 'why are you gay, isn't being poor enough of a challenge!?' thing is gonna stick in my mind forever i love it sm lol) because he knows first hand how hard it is to be a queer man in a society that still doesnt fully accept you! (and it rly showed the disparity between him, a working class man, and wen, someone from a middle class/wealthy background when it comes to queerness that i don't think gets discussed as much... cos the fact of the matter is that for a long time queerness /was/ effectively reserved for wealthy people, as working class people wouldnt have had as much of a choice in how they could live their lives, so jim's reticence when it comes to accepting li ming's (and his own) queerness is directly tied to how being poor doesnt always allow you the luxury of simply 'being yourself'...)

and i think it was especially interesting that this show didnt present homophobia in individualistic terms. we don't get a character calling them slurs or saying that they're wrong for being gay, instead we get systemic and societal prejudices showing up in insidious ways, which feels so much more realistic! (like even jam, who is presented as having outdated and homophobic opinions, isnt presented as some evil villain. she's just a product of a homophobic society that teaches people being gay is a sad way of living, and she has to unlearn that as both her brother and son prove her wrong!)

i honestly could (and probably will) go on but yeh... this show man... this show

[imagineanime2022]

The Undateables With An Angel S/O

Solomon X Reader, Barbatos X Reader, Diavolo X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: I loved your Demon Brothers with an Angel S/O!

Would you ever make one with the side characters (minus angels ofc), kind of in the same way you did with Satan’s excerpt?

Solomon

✨ You met him at the start of the exchange programme, but you guys didn’t actually talk until you were a few days in. ✨ You guys became fast friends and you ended up part of most of his schemes, which honestly disappointed Simeon whenever he found out about it. ✨ Solomon became very protective of you because you were in fact a little naive, you trusted too easily so he never left you alone with any demons not even the demon brothers. ✨ When it came time for you both to go back to your respective lives you were both devastated, though he was very good at hiding it, he promised that he’d be in touch and he was not a liar.

Solomon had been working on a spell to be able to talk to you in the Celestial Realm but it seemed that it was harder to do than he first thought “Solomon.” He didn’t think that he’d hear that voice for a very long time, he turned in the direction of the voice. There he saw Simeon standing with you in his arms, you somehow looked smaller and more fragile than you did when he first met you but the most pressing issue was that you were unconscious. “What happened?” He asked rushing over to you and Simeon. “Michael was not pleased with the nature of your relationship.” Simeon answered “since the incident with Lilith it has been forbidden for an angel to be in any type of relationship apart from that of a guardian angel with humans.” “Relationship… Then why aren’t you and Luke cast out alongside them? We all share the same friendship.” Solomon argued and Simeon sighed. “We both know that you share something more than a friendship.” Simeon finally said. “They allowed me to bring them down, I assume that I can leave them in your care.” “Yes of course.” Solomon said pointing to his bed across the room, Simeon gently laid you in the bed and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Good luck in your new life, my friend.” He said softly before he disappeared.

Solomon busied himself with cleaning the house and putting away anything that could cause you any harm while he waited for you to wake up, he worried that you wouldn’t when your unconscious episode extended past 1 hour. Finally he started to hear you shuffling and he looked at you, you looked confused “Hey are you okay?” He asked, your eyes moved to him and you seemed to relax. “They cast me out?” You asked. “I’m sorry.” He said. “What are you sorry for? Are you throwing me out?” You said softly. “No but-” “You want me to stay?” You asked. “Of course I do.” He mumbled as he leaned towards you. “I want nothing more than for you to be with me for the rest of your days.” “Oh really?” You asked. “Really.” He said softly as he leaned closer still “let me show you.” “I want you to show me everything.” You said as your hands looped around his neck and pulled him closer. “Not an innocent angel anymore are you?” He teased as his lips hovered over yours. “Just a human now.” You said, your voice no louder than his afraid to shatter the moment with a noise any louder. “My human.” Solomon said his hand wrapping around your waist pulling you to the edge of the bed and connecting your lips finally.

Barbatos

🫖 Barbatos met you, became friends with you and then fell in love with you, it took time but the problem was that he was a master at hiding his emotions. 🫖 He knew that the worst would happen if anyone was to find out and he’d sacrifice everything if it meant that you kept the life of privilege and light that you were born with. 🫖 He’s secretly protective of you, considering just managing to make friends with him made you a target. 🫖 When you went back he never felt more empty so he filled his time with whatever Diavolo wanted.

You groaned as you opened your eyes, you recognised the room as Barbatos’ room in the castle, you don’t even remember how you got there “What in Devildom is going on?” You frowned as you looked around. “You're awake.” Barbatos said as he appeared at the bedroom door, he walked over and gestured for you to stand, you did on shaky legs, he steady you before checking you over, it was in that time that you realised the tail attached to your lower back and you realised what happened but you couldn’t help but smile until you looked back at Barbatos and saw what looked like anger on his face. You stepped away from him and that made him stop and look at you. “What are you doing?” “You don’t want me here… I’ll go, I’m probably in the way anyway, you’ve got work to do.” You said without taking a breath, you turned walking towards the door, almost tripping over your tail as you did. “Hey, stop where are you going?” He asked, his tail reaching out to wrap around your waist to stop you from getting away from him. “Sweetheart, I never said that I wanted you to leave.” “You're angry at me though.” You mumbled. “I’m not angry at you, I just…” He pulled you closer resting his face on your shoulder “I thought that you’d be able to keep the life that you were gifted if I just stayed quiet and when you left I thought that you were safe but then I found you out there… What if I didn’t find you?” “It wasn’t your fault.” You mumbled “turns out I missed you more than I thought I would.” It was then that Barbatos realised that your tail had wrapped around his calf and ankle. “All that time wasted and we ended up in the place we were trying to avoid.” Barbatos mumbled pulling you closer to him. “Maybe that's because only one of us was trying to avoid it.” You said honestly and he gave a soft laugh. “Let’s just be honest from now on.” He suggested and you nodded. “I’d like that.” You said.

Diavolo

👑 The moment that he saw you, he wanted to know more about you and he did not miss a chance to talk to you. He even asked Lucifer what he knew about you. 👑 He was so goofy around, not to say that he wasn’t goofy all the time, but there was literally not a time when you were together that you were laughing and just having fun. 👑 He doesn’t mean to but he distracts you a lot, he invites you everywhere and shows you everything that Devildom has to offer. 👑 Everything really kicked off when you had to leave, neither of you really wanted to say goodbye and after overstaying by a few days Michael was the one to come a get you.

“Diavolo I think you have one of my subordinates hiding in your castle.” Michael announced as he appeared in the throne room where Diavolo had you sitting on the arm of his throne while you talked about anything that came to mind. “Maybe not hiding.” “Michael, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Diavolo asked, Michael just looked at him and raised an eyebrow before pointing at you. “I’ve come to collect a missing child.” He answered. Diavolo felt you shrink away from Michael and suddenly felt the need to pull you behind his imposing form and stop anyone from taking you away from him. “(Y/N) you know you can’t stay here, you're an angel, you don’t belong here.” “I don’t belong here because I’m an angel?” You asked as you stood from where you were sitting, Diavolo stopped himself from reaching out for you, instead he watched as you walked toward Michael and held your hand out to him. “Then take it back.” “What?” Michael asked. “I don’t want to be an angel if I have to leave.” You said. “I can’t just take it from you.” Michael said as he rolled his eyes. “(Y/N), my love, do you mean that?” Diavolo asked from his place on his throne, you turned back and he watched you stop for a second just staring at him before you blinked a few times and nodded. “Then come here.” Diavolo lifted his hand to you and you walked towards him, you placed your hand in his and he pulled you closer. He placed his hand on your chest and smiled “are you sure that you want to give you being an angel This isn’t something that you take back once it’s done.” “Do I get to stay with you?” You asked. “You’d be my Sovereign.” He answered. “Then I’ve wanted nothing more.” You answered, he pressed his hand to your chest, your wings changing to match his large black bat like wings accented with gold, horn growing like a crown around your head. You fell forward Diavolo catching you easily as he positioned you properly on his lap. “Michael, I believe your business here is done.” He said his cheek resting on his fist as he waited for the archangel to leave. Michael looked like he considered putting up a fight but quickly decided against it and disappeared. “Welcome home.” “My young prince, if I could ask you to refrain from such dramatic acts… For everyone’s safety.” Barbatos spoke from his place next to the throne. “I’ll keep that in mind next time Barbatos but know that I will go to any lengths for my new Sovereign”

Request Here!!

[edai-crplpnk]

Torune or Kakashi (character list)

For this character ask game

I'll start with Kakashi cause he will probable be easier 😆

favorite thing about them: ... Gai? More seriously, I like their plotline of self destruction and martyrdom and being forced to overcome that, but I don't think I like it so much each individually as I like them together.

least favorite thing about them: Don't touch children's butt even in a fight, Kakashi.

favorite line: chose between "I need to protect him." in Shippuden 288 or "He's nice, isn't he?" in Konoha Shinden (he's a simp)

brOTP: Idk if that really answers the question, but I like his relationship with Team 7 when they are more grown up and he is less their teacher and superior, and more like an older friend to them. I'm soft about teens becoming adults, and I like their dynamic!

OTP: KakaGai ofc, we all know the truth

nOTP: outside of the obvious Kakashi/any Team 7? not much tbh. But there's also not really any ship I'm enthusiastic for outside of KakaGai

random headcanon: I'm not sure the man can read. He left school at 5. I think 10yo Kakashi thought if he held a book in public at all times no one would realise he's barely litterate, and by the time he realised what the content of the book was, he already had a reputation made and so he's been "the guy who reads porn in public" for the past two decades because there was no coming back. His writting is that of a 6yo kid and someone has to write all the official paper for him once he's Hokage.

unpopular opinion: He works paired with Iruka but only if you acknowledge his inherent patheticness. KakaIru sucks as long as it's "cool and strong and mysterious military man and his soft and nice teacher boyfriend". But I can get behind "overworked and tired middle school teacher has no patience left for whiny boyfriend who has forgotten how to interract decently with other human beings".

song i associate with them: I'm not very good at songs but I'm thinking maybe Veux-tu danser ? by Gris. For the lyrics much more than the song itself. "You cannot touch me because I carry the worst of infections. I spread it to the ones I love at the whim of impulsions. I never wanted to propagate this heineous bacteria. Plese forgive, I should have staid stuck in your lives. Why do I have to bear this terrible curse? And most importantly, why did you have to love me back?"

favorite picture of them: I have to give a shout out to Kishimoto's iconic double pages

The details in the eyelid and lashes? The concept of him only crying from Obito's eyes and never his own? Excellent.

Now Torune!

favorite thing about them: His sacrifice for Shino is obviously touching, but it's also pretty fucked up and sad too. It makes mewonder about his father and their relationship. Presumably Shikuro died when he was little, if he was raised alongside Shino by Shibi? I wonder how much Torune got to know him, if he's grown up at least for a while with someone who had the same type of hive as him, what their place was inside the clan and how he's been raised to come to think of himself that way.

least favorite thing about them: Too little screentime ���� and also tbh not the greatest fashion sense of all Aburame, but he gets a pass for being naked half of the time

favorite line: He doesn't have much lines in the manga, and while he may have some nice ones in the anime episode with the flashback of his childhood with Shino, I don't have access to it and I don't know it very well.

brOTP: Shino seems like an obvious choice! We need a "Danzou doesn't exist and all is well" AU

OTP: It's gotta be Fuu. I can happily see them as friends to but if he had to be with someone it'd be him.

nOTP: I think the truth is, I never really have any big nOTP

random headcanon: I assume Torune isn't his birth name. Loosing your name when entering the Root is shown as a big thing for Sai and Yamato. I like to make myself sad thinking about Shino only knowing his birth name, and not recognising it when people who have seen him, for example at the Gokage Summit, mention him by his Root name. Maybe Shino calling him his birthname when they meet during the war and Torune hearing it for the first time in over a decade.

unpopular opinion: I don't think there's enough fandom opinion about him for any to be unpopular haha

song i associate with them: I'm not sure it makes any sense but I thought of Isara by Eluveitie

favorite picture of them: Him carrying Fuu in piggy back just makes me soft. More generally they seem to have a love of trust and affection for each other. I like it.

[tonowaritrash]

okay okay i read the fic with rough dom tono and whewwww um, that got me in a chokehold. but hear me out though, the same plot but it’s with ronal, and he’s a mean dom. basically the same smut plot buttt for background plot ronal was being a brat; she hangs out with her friend thats a guy and tono gets jealous, but he accidentally says “if you like him so much then i bet he can please you.” ronal gets defensive out of shock and says sarcastically that it would be better than riding his small dick (when she knows he’s huge compared to her and still cant take him). That only fuels his “anger” so he throws her over his shoulder and doesn’t go easy on her. He’s manhandling her, degrading her, throat fucking her (dick and fingers), spanking her, pulling her hair/tail (you can add more ofc if you want). And that man has a size kink with her. Pressing on her tummy when the bulge shows. He doesn’t stop until he breeds her, breaks her and marks her as his. (And thats how she got pregnant LMAO)

trying to keep this in character was a bit hard lol.

pairing: tonowari x ronal

tags: jealous tonowari, mean tonowari, dirty talk, manhandling, degradation, spanking, p in v sex, just general filth

minors dni

tonowari prided himself for his patience.

being olo’eyktan wasn’t easy, and there were days he was sure he would snap. sometimes things just didn’t go the way he’d wanted, sometimes younger hunters fooled around against his orders and made grave mistakes, sometimes the ocean just wasn’t on his side. but he took it all in stride. things were bound to go wrong and the nature of his job was to figure out solutions. being patient played a key role in doing that effectively.

knowing ronal would be home to welcome him, too, helped him plenty. knowing she would massage the aches and pains away, would listen intently and offer her wisdom when he confided in her, it was comforting. it became the highlight of his day.

but sometimes…rarely, mind you, it felt he reached his limit. and those moments with ronal became all the more important. like today, for example.

the hunt was a disaster. an unexpected storm blew in and the ocean’s current was just a bit too strong and swept away some of the younger, less experienced hunters. he’d led a search party to find them, and luckily they did after hours of looking. one had cut her knee along a jagged rock, though, and needed urgent care.

it was stressful, it had gotten infected so quickly. they got home but the herbs needed just weren’t in stock. and there just wasn’t enough food to give her the strength she needed.

ronal, their tsahik, his wife, was nowhere to be found and he was besides himself. where exactly was she? someone needed her help. it just wasn’t like her to just disappear without a trace.

eclipse had long since swept over the tribe when he’d heard the sound of rustling bushes from the forest. it was accompanied by laughter he recognised. and another that he did not.

ronal emerged with a basket full of leaves, and next to her was…someone. it was hard to recognise just who he was in the faint light of the eclipse, but it didn’t matter. did she really run off with him?

tonowari’s jaw clenched as he saw them quickly make their way to the hut that ekala, the injured hunter was residing. he followed and watched as ronal said a prayer as she burned some of the leaves and waved the smoke about the room. next to her, the man was grinding them along with other herbs into a paste.

“no, no,” she said. “circular, like this.”

she guided his hands in the motion needed. he was an apprentice then, that’s probably why tonowari didn’t recognise him at first.

he waited as she put the paste in the wound and let ekala drink some water. “you must rest. turek will be here all night to take care of you.”

tonowari followed her out after she gathered her things. his anger was simmering, but he kept it under control. ronal said nothing as she walked to a spring, probably to bathe for the night. once they were far enough away from the village, however, he grabbed her wrist.

“where were you?”

ronal turned, surprised at the aggression. “one of your search party had returned earlier than the others to tell us of ekala’s injuries. i rushed out with turek to get the herbs we needed since the storm had washed away most of them.”

“you should’ve been here. he could have gone alone.”

he said this with such poison that ronal stepped back. “he’s still learning. differentiating between herbs is a difficult task. it would not have been wise.”

“so you thought it wise to go into the forest alone with him? and you come out giggling together?”

now ronal was annoyed. “speak plainly, tonowari. what is this about?”

“you held his hands. just now, in the medical hut.”

“he’s my apprentice!”

“an apprentice you chat and make jokes with?”

ronal’s eyes were storm clouds. “he’s good company. and certainly better than you are right now, at least.”

“good company,” he echoed with a humourless laugh. “you’re practically riding his dick.”

ronal’s eyebrows furrowed deeply. “when you’re acting like this, i might as well.”

there was no knife, but tonowari felt as though he’d been pierced.

ronal’s hard expression wavered slightly at his silence. her eyes thawed. “tono—”

he picked her up roughly and tossed her over his shoulders with a growl. “now you’ve done it, you slut.”

he’d knocked the wind out of her and she gasped, feeling the sharp sting of his hand on her ass.

they were moving away from the village and ronal slowly realised they were going to the spring she was planning to bathe in. it was in a cave on a cliff, a little ways in and lit up by some soft, bioluminescent moss and glowing stones.

tonowari threw her down on some of the moss now, and she watched as some of the pollen from the plants that lived there burst around them. it was pretty, and normally she would have admired it but nothing could distract her from the truth that she was in for the punishment of her life.

her clothes were ripped off, sounds of beads being scattered along the rocks echoing throughout the cave. tonowari tugged her hair up so she was kneeling in front of him and she winced as he studied her under the faint glow of the light.

there was a jealous rage in his eyes, a kind ronal seldom saw, even less so directed at her. but there was something else in there, something more primal. a hunger.

she shivered, a soft moan escaping her lips. tonowari watched her in fascination, saw how her nipples hardened, how her mouth opened, how she rubbed her thighs together slightly. his own arousal increased and he could feel it straining against the cloth that covered him.

he stood up and took it off, freeing himself. then, without warning, he grabbed ronal’s hair again and thrusted himself into her open mouth, feeling her gag on his length as it touched the back of her throat.

he swore, pushing more in. “fuckin’ take it.”

he felt her moan as he fucked her mouth. his girth was almost too much for her. almost. he felt her grip his thighs for dear life as he continued to plow himself into her mouth. “only a cockslut like you would enjoy choking on my dick like this.”

tears pricked her eyes as he quickened the pace.

he released her and she coughed, almost falling into the ground if he hadn’t caught her. he flipped her over so she had her ass up for him and he grabbed one of her arms, stretching behind her. with the other he gripped her hips and drove himself into her soaking folds.

she yelped, squirming and trying to rub her clit, but couldn’t. he slapped her hard at this.

“don’t you fucking dare.”

he slapped her again, rubbing where her teal skin was now becoming purple and warm.

she came then, gasping and writhing and from the overstimulation, but he didn’t relent. his grip on her ass and wrist tightened bruisingly.

tonowario pulled out before standing again flipping ronal over. he hoisted her and she caught his shoulders with her arms before he thrust into her again with a moan.

his arms wrapped around her thighs as he fucked her against the moss of the cave wall. the sound of skin on skin echoed throughout the cave. ronal moaned, begging to cum again.

“shut up,” he growled, putting his fingers into her mouth. she almost gagged on them as he put them down her throat but quickly recovered.

“you’re a slut for my cock and fingers,” he said. “look at you.”

she moaned around him, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she spasmed around his cock. tonowari felt his cock get wet and looked down to see that her cunt had drenched him. he pulled out, tip barely grazing her entrance.

“fuck,” he said softly. “you really are a slut.”

she nodded, unable to do much else but tonowari was far from finished.

“that why you wanted another man’s attention? to get me to fuck you like this?”

he slammed into ronal again and her back arched, exposing the bulge of his cock.

he maneuvered her once more, this time him standing above her with only her head and upper back on a mossy rock while the rest was lifted up and her legs were above his shoulders.

he fucked her again, watching as his dick pressed up against her. it unlocked some primal part of him, to see ronal like this. panting, gasping, choking, begging as his dick filled her over and over.

“you wanted to make me jealous so i could fuck you like the slut you are,” he growled. “wanted me to remind you who this cunt—” slap! “—belongs to.”

the slap to her clit made her cry out. tonowari didn’t care whether it was from pleasure or pain. he was sure ronal didn’t care either.

“who does this cunt belong to?”

“y-you,” her voice was weak and hoarse.

“i said,” he slapped her twice more, “who does this cunt belong to?”

“you! you, tonowari,” she said through sobs. “only you. please don’t stop. please, please.”

he gripped her tightly at the sound of his name, at her pleas. they only spurred him on.

“that’s fucking right,” he said through gritted teeth. “gonna fuck another baby into you to remind all the other men that you’re mine.”

he dropped her lower back into the moss and threw one of her legs over his shoulder. this position offered far deeper penetration and ronal cried out, not even able to form words.

he rubbed her clit and ronal came a third time as he emptied himself into her, coating her fluttering walls. he continued, fucking his seed into her thoroughly, making good on his promise to breed her.

with one final thrust he pulled out, watching in fascination as the mixture of their juices steadily poured out. with two fingers, he scooped some of shoved it back inside.

ronal twitched at the contact, legs still trembling as she panted, now completely fucked out of her senses.

tonowari kissed her inner thigh and rubbed it, noticing the finger shaped bruises along her hips.

“got carried away,” he muttered now, trailing his fingers across them. “m’sorry.”

ronal shook her head. “that was…that was just what i needed. though, i had no idea you could get so jealous.”

“me neither.”

“he is just a friend, you know.”

“i know.”

she slumped back, looking at the mossy wall above. “sorry about what i said. i didn’t think it would hurt you so.”

he chuckled and kissed her hand. “s’okay. let’s get you cleaned up and we can talk at home.”

ronal nodded lamely and let tonowari pick her up. it was good that the spring was right there.

[xamaxenta]

STOP THAT'S SO CUTE obviously Sabo's player character did Not have a mutually adopted baby brother and Marco is absolutely On His Toes about making a good impression here in the real world now that he has like, in-laws. He is LOCKED IN. Unfortunately Ace absolutely wins the New Brother Competition because he's one of Luffy's most favorite-est characters ever and Luffy immediately starts gushing about how Ace is sooooo coooool and Ace is instantly like I Am Keeping This One. (Ace is Luffy's favorite character to play and Ace stares Directly At Marco about it.) Sabo is experiencing that thing women experience when men are good with babies he needs his guys to Stop being so kind and friendly and patient with his favorite person he is officially passed the safe amount of horny that a human can be he's at critical levels this isn't sustainable please think of his health. (He is GOING to get these men pregnant watch him he will find a way)

Zoro will obviously be marrying into the family so he bows very respectfully to Sabo as his honored elder brother and Sabo goes huH??? Meanwhile Zoro, Ace, and Marco all immediately form a Warriors Bond Of Mutual Respect. They exchange exactly three words but that's plenty. You have my swords/laser canon/fantasy brass knuckles of +6 Fire Damage.

Oooh love this youre right Sabos avatar didnt have any notable family because it wasnt programmed so he doesnt have a typical script to follow here for … family? So for the first time Marcos floundering as much as Ace was but the difference is is Ace is from a roster fighter game that has the cheeseball plot of saving the world and befriending your enemies and ofc

All the critter characters (chopper) call him Aniki yknow its just how it goes so Ace is THEE aniki character so ofc he takes to Luffy immediately but also he recognises him as one of the top players in the world bc

It would be so funny if the leaderboard for his character had a kid 15 years old named NikuNikuNi (lol im sorry) and its one Luffy Monkey who decided to hyperfocus all his singular interest into gettinf good at this game and specifically at Ace’s character because he thought he was cool

Ace adopts luffy instantly like oh! Youre my number one player!!! And Luffy is OVER. THE. moon like YOU KNOW ME!?!?? 🥹🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️❤️‼️‼️‼️‼️

And aces does the classice JPN aniki head pat of cooler older brothers who are effortlessly sexy and everyone loves them— Luffy actually implodes doesnt shut up about it for WEEKS!!!

Marco may be a little jealous about it bc Luffy and Ace hit it off!!! He wishes to have the same camaraderie but this is such a difficult scenario to navigate because his game has no children or underage characters he doesnt know how to talk yo a teenager at all!!!

Zoro Ace Marco mutual warriors bond is BEAUTIFUL BTW 🥹 zoro thinks Marcos wing blades are very cool and tells him your bird blades are cool and Marcos like thank you the mouth sword gimmick you have is also cool

Mutual warriors nod of respect haha

[joannerowling]

i'm rewatching the harry potter movies because i'm sick and trying figure out why they made the absolutely baffling choice to have every single spell have the same effect (target thrown 2-3 away as if from an explosion). the second movie is particularly egregious, especially the duelling club. rictumsempra (spell that canonically makes you laugh hysterically, very easy to make happen in movie)? thrown across the floor, no laughing. expelliarmus? thrown across the floor. serpensortia? thrown across the floor, snake appears.

also i wish madam pomfrey would show up and fix the rib i cracked coughing because ouch.

100%, it's always annoyed me because the way magic is used in these books is often so funny and absurd (remember Lupin sending a chewing-gum up Peeves's nose? lol). I get how some of these effects might have been jarring on screen, audiences respond to things differently etc., but the magic in the Potter films is just excessessively bland as a result. The worst offender was probably the Dumbledore vs Voldemort duel in OotP, which is incredibly dull compared to the descriptions we get in the book.

(I'll give Yates some points for having encouraged actors to develop a personal "wand wielding style", which at least gave elegance to something that could have easily looked very silly. But at the same time Yates's fear of silliness really weakened his production, you can see how the sets and costumes suffered from it. I feel like there could have been a better middle ground than all that cold sepia nonsense, but it was trendy at the time - see: Nolanisation.)

Also, some characters's personality really suffer from this. One of the ways Hermione's intelligence is shown (rather than told) is her creative thinking in battle; she uses her environment a lot, unlike Harry or Ginny who have "signature" spells (Harry's Expelliarmus, Ginny's Bat-Boogey Hex). Hermione will do things like turn a tapestry to stone so that the person chasing her will crash into it, or make an Erumpent's horn explode knowing no one will have recognised it and known to stay away.

This is one of the things i'd try to work on and show better if i was working on the Max show, especially because you know audiences would be into it. People enjoy when characters have individual fighting styles. You have to be careful not to get full video gamey about it ofc (this isn't DnD), but a touch more than what it was in the movies definitely wouldn't hurt.