#so deep cover was beautifully animated

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I saw Deep Cover, and once again, I have more questions than answers. But now… so, uhhhh, I’ll just rip off the bandage now. Did we all see Kotoko kill the girl or just me?

She really had me there. I thought the kidnapper was her victim. It thought it would make sense. He is the one we saw lying on the ground in Harrow, and the line about “Useless weaklings…” made sense if the girl witnessing the attack protested the amount of force she used (since Undercover implies Kotoko stomped her victim to death). It would have been brutal to watch at any age. Deep Cover shows the girl’s fear and subsequent tears when Kotoko first approaches her. We also see a clip of her, battered and crying, and clinging to Kotoko. At first, I thought maybe this was Kotoko’s POV of when she rescued the girl. She was hurt by the kidnapper and terrified of Kotoko, so she grabbed her to plead to be spared. But the first clip where we are seeing from the girl’s POV, Kotoko seemed to reach out to her. In the second clip, we see the bruised child hug her and seemingly plead for mercy. The lighting in both scenes is different. I first attributed it to maybe Kotoko’s shadow or the girl hid behind a box during her attack.

But the article shows that her meeting the girl in the park happened after she killed the kidnapper. The girl has no marks on her. Granted, we don’t know how much time has passed, so any bruises on her could have healed. The girl shows off her brand new hat to Kotoko. I’ve seen two translations of the article that Kotoko was paying more attention to than the girl and both said that the girl retracted her statement. Then we see the girl, post kidnapping because of her Lucky hat, how unfortunate, imitate Kotoko. If it wasn’t for the article establishing that this was after Kotoko killed the kidnapper, I would have thought that maybe this was before the girl was kidnapped and around the time Kotoko stomped the crap out of the scam artist. The girl first approaches her and then pulls back when her hero gives her the stink eye and ignores her.

Maybe she went and followed Kotoko. She looks unsure as she watches Kotoko storm off. Her personal hero is mad at her. Is it because she retracted her statement? Maybe she went to follow her to explain herself. The girl looks heartbroken when she’s bruised and battered and clinging to Kotoko. I had thought Kotoko gripping the back of the girl’s jumper like that was her maybe freaking out post murder and not wanting to be touched. But now, was it disgust that made her wrench the girl off her like that? That useless weakling kneeling before her asked for an explanation that she then refused to understand. Maybe Kotoko’s frustrations boiled to a head. She could be facing serious jail time if her killing of the kidnapper was not found to be reasonable within the self-defense argument. Her partner is too kind, too weak to understand that she needed to do what she did or else the kidnapper would have hurt more people? Why is she refusing to understand?

It doesn’t quite match the ���Fufu… feels so good,” line unless Kotoko’s anguished face during her wolfsona transformation is her completely losing her rationale and acting out on pure instinct. But then again, maybe it does. She could be operating out of a sunk-cost fallacy and trying to punish the other prisoners to escape her own feelings of guilt, if she did kill the girl for turning on her.

[visionsofmagic]

day 6: roronoa zoro [cock warming]

࿓ synopsis • you ask to zoro whether he needs any help or not, and in return, he makes you sit on his cock so that it can get warm while he’s sleeping.

―❦ nsfw, opla!zoro, f!reader, reader is being needy & brat, pussy slapping, pet names, teasing, swearing, ‘is all! • 1.2k • a man that takes all my attention to himself in an instant in every type of universe; live action, manga, and anime. I chose to write for la!zoro version ‘cause why not? enjoy, hope I did everything right! [kinktober m.]

“stop moving, you're distracin' me.”

his deep voice cuts your actions of trying to stay still on his lap, adjusting your position so that your numb legs will fix, but, the struggle causes your pussy to clench around his length because of sudden movement which ends up by earning an unsteady thrust. looking at his face, hands gripping the collar of his sleeve, you see his closed eyes, trying to continue the nap he’s taking in the middle of the day.

 “sorry –“ you say, smiling innocently knowing he cannot see, “I didn’t mean to, it’s just –“ you try to find a solid word to describe the situation you’re in now but the weight of lust running through your pussy takes your brain away, wanting to break free, letting yourself go and wasting the last thirty-four minutes waste, waking zoro up, being a greedy brat – only to make him not sleep, instead, fuck you. “so much.”

you can’t bring yourself to say what you’re thinking aloud – just fuck me already! Just move this thick cock and fill me up! – pathetic.

you’re here, sitting down on his cock, warming it, being useful.

the moment of the morning came into your mind; the crew went to bring food and new clothes to the ship, and when they left, only you and zoro were on the ship, you said ‘I wanna be useful for you’ because he’s still healing and you wanted to help – anything, you added, which was a bad idea – maybe, it wasn’t that bad though.

zoro, being a greedy boyfriend even if he tries to hide it, decided to make you a useful one – for his damn cock – to warm it up!

“so much?” he teases you, taking you back to reality, making the sensation on your pussy grow bigger each passing time, moving his hips, acting as if he just adjusts his position like you did minutes ago – only this time, it’s an act – to try you, seeing how much you can handle this. folding his arms, he opens his eyes slowly, an eyebrow is raised, questioning, “what’s so much? I even didn’t begin to fuck you, did I, doll?”

opening your legs wider, challenging him, a whimper leaves your mouth yet zoro doesn’t show any sign of being greedy to fuck you – oh, what self-control!

but you’re not done yet. “it seems you will never do,” you say, shrugging, hands on his shoulder building up to his neck, playing with the hair on his neck – the most breathtaking man you have ever seen – he’s so beautiful that you would beg anytime now but you should try first – to break him into the point in which he will let himself go and move his hips. “I know I am here for the help – to warm your cock,” you point to the sight in front of him – your pussy beautifully covering his thick cock, wetness that comes out of you soaking his veined length. “am I helping?”

opening his arms, he puts them behind his head’s back instead as he leans to the wall of the chair you’re sitting on – eyes travel from your tight pussy to your face, meeting with your innocent smile and sparkling eyes.

“u-huh,” he says, trying to understand where you’re heading with this question, because he knows you well enough to realize you want him to move, yet stubborn and prideful to beg, not until the right moment which zoro waits to arrive. “warming my cock so well that I can feel you dripping into it – hot.”

nodding to him, heat rushes to your face at the sudden compliment, making you gain a confident manner, and continue on with your act; being a fucking brat, using his jealousy to achieve your goal – you would feel bad under other circumstances but not today, not when you want him to devour you – he’s hard to resist, and you’re so greedy to be a good girl.

“anything for my crewmate,” not boyfriend – a crewmate. it takes his attention, eyes on your face, daring you to go on with piercing gazes, jaw getting tight, straight face expression that screams danger. it only turns you on further. “I will make sure to provide my service to the captain as well than because he can need – agggh – zoro –!”

your words are cut by him; raising your body up a little until his tip releases you, and then, without missing a heartbeat, putting it down on his length, thrusting into your dozy pussy, earning a scream out of your mouth.

holding his shoulder tightly, you try to stay in balance while he keeps doing that without any particular rhythm and steadiness so that you get cockdumbed mind right away – all dizzy, just moaning, feeling him shoving his dick into you, balls hitting the ass – finally!

“is this what you wanted, brat?” he asks, hands open your skirt by damaging its buttons, nearly tearing it apart, cupping the breasts through the fabric of your bra before letting them watch how they bounce in sync with your body, raising up and down on his cock with more rapid pace now – devouring you – the things you wanted for a long time. “want me to break that pussy, pretty doll – ohhh – uhmm – y/n – you – you will fuckin’ get it!”

his hands are positioned on your waist, looking down, seeing your clit getting wider with each of his hard and strong thrusts, warming it with all the juices you make – you literally soak now, close to the edge, and zoro smirks at you the moment he hears the crew entering the ship.

his possessive and rough side takes control of his mind – his soul as he picks you up, you already begin to beg for him to put his cock inside, pleases coming out of your parted pink lips that you bite so hard. you let him turning your body, abdomen touching the surface of the bed, cock’s tip resting on the entrance of your pussy, then, he slaps it with his dick, a hand finds your neck, putting your face down onto the pillow – his body hovering behind you as your ass gets higher and higher.

it feels so vulnerable to be in this position as if you’re his own fucktoy to play with, and you can’t deny the fact that even the thought of it can make you cum in an instant.

“zoro – aggh – I –“ you try to say when his dick slaps your clit once again, your body jumps – feeling both shy and shameless at the same time but he cuts you out, cock enters you in one go, jolting your body forward.

“cut it. you don’t want to waste your breath now, you will need it when I make you scream my name enough to make all the crew hear it,” he chuckles – the rings of danger echo inside your head, making you look behind and see him; standing on his knees, eyes on your face, a smirk is visible that gives chill down to your spine at the sight – his glory has one meaning – is that he will not leave this room until others – and your brat brain understands only he can have you like this.

“will make sure everyone knows who’s fuckin’ you day and night, including you, you dumb doll. should’ve learned it sooner, but, I’m always open to teaching you how to be a good fuckin' girl for me.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina & @snowprincesa1 & @dookiemeshibear *cuties*

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Northman!Price 🪓

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Born from this post and a late night conversation/brainstorming sesh with the lovely @flowermiist !!

This was so fun, and Northman!Price is now occupying my mind 24/7 lol

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Northman!Price who's a lone wolf. Likes being on his own, surrounded by the thick and vast forest surrounding his wooden cabin. The quietness of it all gives him peace of mind when he listens only to a soft breeze rustling the branches of the tall and strong trees.

Northman!Price who built his cabin with his own two hands. It's quite spacious at that, and the intricate carvings on the wooden door beams add a mystical touch.

Northman!Price who's big and burly. Bulging muscles that are covered with a layer of soft pudge and a thick blanket of hair. Strong arms and a broad back that have lifted many logs and various kinds of animals for dinner.

Northman!Price who's covered in meaningful markings and tattoos. Some for battles won or lost, and others just because. They decorate his arms and his chest, all the way to the beautifully woven Celtic knot that adorns his shoulder blade, moving in sync with the rippling of his muscles.

Northman!Price who has two wolf companions that pull his sled in the deep winter, making the thick snow a breeze to get through. Yrsa and Trygve, his loyal pups that he rescued from traps and nursed them back to health. He never planned on keeping them, but they just wouldn't leave. Staying by his side until he relented and took them in.

Northman!Price who's covered in furs, leather, and other natural fibers. Layers are key in such a bitter winter, after all. The huge bear hide is what keeps him warm most of all, held in place with leather straps over his linen underclothes.

Northman!Price who has a thick leather belt, holds all kinds of useful things. Knives of many different sizes, some for carving others for breaking down animals or adding a new scar to the raiders that dared to cross his territory. Pouches with materials to start a fire, a quiver, and a small axe.

Northman!Price who takes great care of his beard, always keeping it nice and groomed. His hair on the other hand, not so much. The longer locks are pulled back into a bun, a few strands falling in his face still. There are a few small braids scattered throughout, some wrapped with twine or leather strings with a charm carved from bone dangling from it.

Northman!Price who's lost a wolf companion before. He knew it would happen eventually. The graying fur around the wolf's face and the slower pace gave it away. With great sorrows, he buried his friend in their favorite place in the woods and fashioned a small wooden marker so he wouldn't forget. He wears one of their fangs around his neck, right above his heart.

Northman!Price who wears a singular earring made of stone with a rune carved into it. A tradition he continued to hold dear even after he made the choice to leave his family behind and make a peaceful life for himself in the deep forest.

Northman!Price who, when he goes out hunting, only takes what he needs. Who humanely and respectfully puts the animal to rest and always thanks Mother Nature for keeping him and his wolves fed. He uses every part of the animal, so their sacrifice wasn't in vain. Uses the bones for tools, the hide to keep warm, the sinew to patch up any holes and the antlers to decorate his cabin.

Northman!Price who's very knowledgeable when it comes to plants and herbs, always gathering bundles in the summer months. Especially when spring comes so the animals he killed during winter can replenish their numbers.

Northman!Price who despite his intimidating and scary appearance couldn't be more of a gentle soul. Not so much towards humans if he does cross one once in a fortnight, but he has all the animals eating out of the palm of his hand, literally.

Northman!Price who has fallen asleep with Yrsa and Trygve on more than one occasion. It always happens on accident, but who's he to complain? It happens a lot in the fall when he chops wood outside, preparing for the harsh cold months. He thinks he deserves a quick break, wiping the sweat from his brow, only to immediately nod off with his two wolves nuzzled close to his side, keeping him warm.

Northman!Price who always keeps his battle axe strapped to his back, right next to his bow. He doesn't use it unless he needs to fight off some unwelcome guests, but having the weight of it pressing between his shoulder blades is more reassuring than it should be.

Northman!Price who can't help but feel a little lonely sometimes. It would be nice to have another human around, he thinks. Maybe even someone to love. He grunts in frustration at his ridiculous thoughts and lets out his feelings at the chopping block, splitting wood until the horizon has swallowed the sun whole.

Northman!Price who has a stream not far from his cabin. It's his main water source. In the summer, he bathes right in the stream and brings water back for his wolves and himself. In the winter, however, he heaves bucket after bucket to his cabin to boil it, needing a hot bath to warm him up and release the tension from his muscles.

Northman!Price who traces the many scars on his body, some he looks at with fond memories while others only seem to make his heart ache. They remind him of when he was with his family, his people, storming into battle with his friends to defend their honor. Unfortunately, as time went on, he kept returning with fewer and fewer comrades and made the decision to put down the battle axe.

Northman!Price who has matured and doesn't crave the thrill of battle like he used to. He never passes up an opportunity to slice up some raiders or bandits, however. But the guilt lays heavy on his shoulders, knowing that if and he and his friends hadn't been so naive, he would still talk to them and share some mead instead of going to visit where they fell.

Northman!Price who indulges the playful moods of his pups and wrangles them to the ground with a boisterous laugh, even letting them win. The sweet nudges of their wet noses never fail to make a smile crack on his face.

Northman!Price who loves sitting outside on a cold winter night and admires the sparkling stars and constellations. Or how the Moon shines her light on the snow and makes it look like a blanket of precious stones. His favorite, however, is when he can spot the occasional Aurora Borealis.

Northman!Price who goes out hunting one day, taking care to take slow and quiet steps so as not to scare the deer that has its snout buried in the snow, looking for food.

Northman!Price whose body moves without thinking, crouching for cover and carefully readying his bow to take the shot. The cold is biting at his fingertips, but his hands are steady nonetheless.

Northman!Price who lets out a breath, his fingers slowly slipping to loose the arrow, only for the deer to drop dead accompanied by the whiz of someone else's arrow cutting through the air.

Northman!Price who's immediately alert and on edge, stashing away his bow and pulling out the small axe he has attached to his belt. He keeps his eyes trained on anything that might move and slowly starts to approach the dead deer.

Northman!Price who ducks behind a tree, when he sees a bush rustling. He tightens and adjusts the grip on his axe, just in case.

Northman!Price who doesn't know what to do or think when you come out from the bush and cautiously look around, bow still in hand. He watches, frozen, as you kneel before the deer and whisper illegible things, but the tone of your voice alone is enough to soothe his soul.

Northman!Price who finally takes you in. Same as him, you wear furs to keep you warm, but you don much less weapons than him. A bow with a quiver and a small knife is all you have. He lowers his guard and continues watching.

Northman!Price who thinks you're way too soft and sweet to be out here like this. He's seen his fair share of female warriors, raiders, and such, and he doesn't think you couldn't be those things, but something about you gives him the immediate urge to take care of you. Keep you close and make sure you have the best life he can give you.

Northman!Price who's lowered his guard too much, and when he comes back from his thoughts, you're gone. The deer is still there, so is your arrow lodged in its heart, but you're nowhere to be found.

Northman!Price who thinks he must've been dreaming, but the arrow that clearly doesn't belong to him makes doubt tug at his mind. He hasn't started to lose his sanity from being alone for so long, has he?

Northman!Price who mirrors your actions and makes his way to the deer to kneel before it. He removes the arrow and runs his fingers over the delicate carvings adorning the shaft.

Northman!Price who's, for once, completely unaware of his surroundings just because he saw a strange woman take down a deer with a shot so precise, he swears he's never seen anything like it before.

Northman!Price who lets out a grunt when something is pressed into the middle of his back and a glinting blade is held dangerously close to his neck.

Northman!Price who shivers when you lean down to talk into his ear.

"Hasn't your mother taught you not to spy on women, hm?"

Northman!Price who can feel your breath down his neck and takes every ounce of his self-control not to buckle.

Northman!Price who wants to turn his head and look at your face to see if you're as beautiful as he thinks you are, if your enchanting voice does you justice. However, he has your knee digging into his back and your knife against his throat, but all he can think is that he's in love.

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Consider me deceased 😵‍💫😫

he's just so AURGHHAHAJAJAJAJA

More of my work -> 💫

[lymericslimerick]

The Night, She calls Me | 𝖭𝖾𝗎𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

The Iudex of Fontaine had never been known to stoop to lowly "human" desires, up until now.

warnings .ᐟ smut(?), making out, Neuvillette gets stabbed, blood drinking, descriptions of a knife being pushed out of a wound, Neuvillette's very much insane, reader is vaguely vampiric, yandere-esque

1.4k words | she/her pronouns. the aftermath can be seen here

The moonlight shone through the radius window looming over the alcove, shining a spotlight on the two bodies intertwined under its glow. Clothes were scattered on the floor, a mechanic’s jacket and dress shirt haphazardly thrown to the wayside and a coat, adorned with elegantly drapes pieces of fabric befitting of only the highest authority thrown across the room like it was shot out of someone’s hand in a flurry. Two pairs of hair clips, ornate and sharp thrown at the foot of the nook as one body pulled the other impossibly closer, arms wrapped around the other in a vice grip.

They’re kissing, one side restrained and fragile as she halfheartedly matched the crazed, animalistic need of the other who’s all fangs and tongue, kissing like he wants to consume after years of starvation. Two vibrant blue antennae glow and stand on their own on his head, almost covered by the waterfall of formerly proper long hair, now an unkempt mess of spiky pieces and interrupted cascades.

A dance of the tongue for a beat, and the more human other speaks. “Chief Justice.”

Immediately, “Dearest, sweetest, please call me by my name.”

She ignores it, pulling him closer by his cravat. He makes a noise of childish excitement, bordering on a whimper as eyes older than the soil of the earth stare at her with an intensity that could rip the skin of the bones of any other being. “Monsieur.” His lips tremble as he captures her in another kiss, hands coming up to clasp the sides of her face as if to goad her into melting like he was, urge her to fall like he has.

Her hands go up and touch the sides of his neck and Oh, he is on fire. The skin she touched is singed and burnt with her, a drop of hell on the pristine landscape of heaven as he struggles to gasp and pant at the feeling. O’ light, O’ void, the feeling. The feeling was consuming, numbing his brain further as she kept her hands there, fingers kneading and prodding like she wanted to feel the raw flesh and blood and power of his person on her hands. He can’t help it, he bares his fangs and tries to bite into her kiss, consume her like she consumes him.

She pulls her hands away and he fully whines, antennae rigid as it sticks close to his head much like an angry animal. She brings her hands to clasp over his own and he feels like they have mangled them, tainted them so only her touch would form them back to what they once were. He lets out a shaky exhale, “My joy, My beloved, My life’s queen…” He wants to wail and thrash as his lips chase the feeling of hers. She is cruel, depraved.

“Quiet,” She mumbles into mouth and he keens, ducking his head into her shoulder. “Be still, let me do this.” He takes a laboured breath into her as he feels her hand separate from his, feels as it reaches into the pocket of her pants. He can’t bring himself to care as she opens her mouth wider, giving him an anchor to latch onto, an outlet to express his carnal desire. He eats and eats at her mouth like he’s a man shackled by earthly desires, like he isn’t the Iudex of Fontaine, the supreme authority of all waters but a weak, puny little thing single minded in his pleasure.

So good. So good. Sogoodsogoodsogoodsogoodsogoodsogoodsogoodso goodsogoodsogoodsogoodsogoodso-

He feels the blade’s presence before he sees it, and he sees the blade before he feels it. He stills while he feels the blade around archaic flesh, feels his entire being bloom and settle around the blade held in the hands of his beloved. He lets his mouth open around hers in surprise as she looks at him with a beautifully deep gaze, beautifully cold eyes, and the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen in his entire life. A small, lithe little thing that didn’t even look like it was wholly directed at him, instead directed at the blue blood coursing down the wound in his chest. But Oh, the joy of seeing her like this. The joy that she’s smiling at him.

She’s looking at him, she’s looking at him, she’s smiling, she’s happy. He feels himself smile, shaky and full of fangs. “H-hah.. Hah..” He throws his head back onto the alcove with wide eyes, draconic pupils crazed and shaking. He feels himself be consumed by her fire, the need coursing through his veins bringing him to a higher plane. “…Hah..!”

“I hope you don’t mind this too much, Monsieur.” He feels her voice in his veins, and she feasts. Her tongue licks at the dripping blood from his wound, trailing up to the source. His mouth opens and a silent scream escapes him, not from pain or from fear, from a primal instinct he hadn’t felt in all of his rebirth. This instinct feels like he’s been returned home, returned to a place where he’s one of everyone, a single drop in a vast ocean instead of a tsunami approaching a small sea settlement. His eyes roll up into his head as he feels his dearly beloved lap up more of him with the fervor of someone dying, someone starved. Might this mean he and his beloved were feeling the same things? He shudders at the thought. How wonderful it was that he was brought to heaven by being defiled and his beloved by consuming the water that coursed through his veins.

Regrettably, he feels himself running dry. His primordially sculpted body wasn’t as keen on becoming a feast for his other as he was, skin stitching together and muscles flexing to reject the blade lodged in his chest as it slowly pulls out of him. The squelching noises coming from his chest made him whine, biting his lip so hard he draws more blue blood. He desperately wants his love to drink from the would he’s currently chewing deeper into. He hears her ‘tsk’.

“I should’ve known you wouldn’t bleed as much as I wanted you to,” She mutters. “Your body isn’t like others, is it .. Neuvillette?”

The door rattles with the might of Neuvillette’s scream. His eyes roll back into his head , his antennae glowing blue and vibrant as he comes untouched in his pants. Faintly, He hears the pipes in the bathroom burst and the faint yell of a guard, followed by exclamations of confusion and fear both outside and inside the Palais Mermonia. In his peripheral view he sees lights switch on around the buildings surrounded the Palais, his divine hearing flooding with exclamations of “The pipes burst!” “Get the food off the table! it’s flooding!”. Above him, his beloved chuckles. “How cute.”

Neuvillette feels himself laugh alongside her, euphoric and trite. So unbecoming. The knife is completely removed from his chest and safely pocketed into her pants, the tight imprint of them against her thigh almost making Neuvillette come again. She brings a hand up to her own mouth to wipe the blue ichor off her lip, licking the residue off it. He faintly registers how she looks more full of life, formerly lifeless (s/c) skin looking more vibrant and warm and her (e/c) eyes looking bright.

Neuvillette can’t bring himself to care at all, instead marvelling at her beauty against the moonlight. His life, his love, full of him. He shudders as he feels the waters temper, murmurs of citizens grateful that their water had stopped flowing with such fervour ringing in his head. Little did they know, they needed to thank his beloved for it, thank her for every divine thing that happened tonight. She extracts gloves from her pocket and sheathes her hands, muttering under her breath about “Feeling bad” or “regretting she had to get relief like this” and “This should be enough.. I swear I won’t bother you again, Monsieur.”

What?..

He feels dread creep into him as she continues on, reclothing herself with a sense of urgency she does not need. Doesn’t she know this Palais belongs to her now? Doesn’t she know He belongs to Her now? He feels himself sputter and babble while she looks back at him, the worst sort of look in her eyes. The look of leaving.

“Thank you so much for letting me get some relief, Monsieur. Have a good evening.”

On her way back, the storm that had formed almost instantaneously threatened to flood Fontaine once more. The roads of Fontaine filled with water cloying at her ankles as if it were alive, as if it was begging her to come with them. She paid them no mind.

[tang3r1n]

for @hystixia cause i just had a beautiful brain fart idea 💡

18+, dub/non con, breaking n entering, oral (m->f), jeff being gross, fingering, specifically chubbier reader!!

jeff but with a cute lil shy, chubby GEEKY bitch who wears blue light glasses cause she constantly glued to her phone and laptop. so much so she doesn’t even notice him following her in broad daylight, too engrossed in her latest internet obsession to notice him softly busting open her window and slipping in, definitely not paying attention to him and he slowly walks towards her innocently sinful form splayed out comfortably on her bed, headphone blaring an obscure anime intro so loud he can head the lyrics.

he brandished his signature knife n rips her away from the hypnotic blue hue of her screen, big ol’ doe eyes shining from the glare of her glasses as he grins maniacally and stares down at her, all comfy in her loose, worn t-shirt and skimpy skimpy shorts. he groans as she instantly starts begging, cock already throbbing in his tight jeans at how adorable her sweet pleading sounds.

jeff with a cute chubby geek who promises she won’t tell anyone if he just leave— even when he’s ripping her obviously sentimental short in two and using his (most likely bloody) knife to slice her shorts dangerously close to the puffy little prize between her thick thighs. he feel his body practically vibrating with pleasure at the sight of her fat jiggling while she pathetically squirmed as sobbed, horrified and knowingly docile in the face of his terrible, terrible evil.

jeff who folds his lil cute geek in half and dives into her chubby pussy, nose clumsily bumping against her little gem as his impossibly long tongue barged its way past her tight hole. the sensations were too much for his geeky loser, she thrashes more harshly now, whining and trying to push him off. his scars, marred and mangled as they were, tickled her thighs and his blunt nails dig in so hard they left thin trails of blood that slowly slipped past his pale hands and onto her bedsheets as he devoured her.

the disgustingly salacious noises of him eating her cunt made his geek’s tummy flutter as she felt queasy and horny all at once, body betraying her mind as she fought not to come apart in his heinous hold.

jeff who finger fucks his chubby loner so hard the slap of his palm against her sore clit made her arch, a stripe of pain shooting up her slide alongside the traitorous feeling of pure pleasure. he cooed down at her softly, uncharacteristically gentle as he brushed the stray hairs out of her face and fixed her glasses on right. it didn’t last long, the soft touch, as soon he grabbed her jaw and forced her to kiss his bloody, slick covered lips, pulling away just to hock and spit in her mouth.

jeff who loves loves loves it when she finally ums around his slender fingers, three shoved deep in her plush pussy walls as she convulsed around them, her mind finally giving into the forceful pleasure. eye rolled back, back arched beautifully, heavy breasts, thick thighs, and soft tummy shaking with the power of her rushed orgasm as he slowed his hand, massaging the soft walls of her now sticky cunt as she calmed down.

in her post-nut haze, she failed to notice him slipping his fingers out, already dozing off as he disgustingly sucked them clean, using the same fingers to repeat the process a few more times, obsessed with how his chubby geek’s cunt tasted on his villainous tongue.

he grinned as she snores softly, quickly snapping a photo of her disheveled self before pocketing a random pair of dirty (he can only hope) panties and slips back out into the night, locking her window back and leaving his mark on her window frame so no one else can perv on his cute, shy lil chubby geek <33

[lunarbuck]

Dumb Bunny (dark!winter soldier xf!reader)

a dark little red riding hood retelling

pairing: dark!winter soldier x f! reader (any race)

wc: 3.3k

summary: The Wolf sees you walking through the forest on your way to your grandmother's house, and he just can't help himself.

warnings: dark fic, knives, oral (f receiving), smut (p in v), pet names [bunny], degradation, primal play, predator/prey, fear, crying

a/n: this is my entry for @boxofbonesfic's fairytale writing challenge :) I hope you guys enjoy!

beta'd by the amazing @sgt-seabass <3

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The sight of your home village warms your heart. You’ve been away for so long and missed so much. It’s good to be back. You pull the hood of your cape up to keep the sun off your face and venture into the heart of the village. 

After gathering some sweets and a few loaves of bread, you bid farewell to the friendly faces you pass. As lovely as the village is, you can’t shake the feeling that something is just slightly… wrong.

The edge of the forest calls to you, the familiar sound of songbirds lulling you in. You’ve traveled this path hundreds of times; you know it with your eyes closed, even after all this time. Beautifully bright flowers bloom just off the beaten path. You gaze at them but don’t stop to pick any. Grandmother is expecting you. It’s been so long since you’ve seen her, you feel guilty you haven’t visited sooner.

As you walk, you hear footsteps crunch through the fallen leaves. You turn around, the hem of your cape fluttering with the movement. Behind you, you see a tall mountain of a man. Cloaked in black, the man stalks toward you. You’ve heard whisperings of him in town, the Wolf, they call him. 

“Excuse me, miss,” he coos, voice deep and gravelly. “Where are you headed? A beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be alone in these woods,” he whispers. “There is danger around every corner.” 

You know what people say about the Wolf, the things he’s rumored to have done. That he’s a killer, that he roams the woods hunting unsuspecting victims. He’s ruthless, coldblooded and animal-like in his violence. You’re sure the rumors are true as you gaze up at his bright eyes. Fear flashes through your mind as you stare at him. His eyes are a stark, beautiful blue. His hair, dark and inky, frames his face, though most of it is covered by a black mask. 

“I’m visiting my grandmother’s house,” you tell him, smiling politely. You’ve always been taught to be kind to strangers, and this stranger, in particular, the way he’s looking at you, seems to scream danger. You don’t want to risk slighting him.

“Ah,” the Wolf replies, raising his eyebrows. “And what might you have there in your basket?” You move the cloth, showing the Wolf your various sweets and loaves of bread. You imagine he is licking his lips behind his mask. Images of his lips on you, of him kissing you deeply, of him tasting you, flash through your mind, and you quickly shut your eyes. You try to shake off the heat that’s settled in your belly. You shouldn’t think that way about a stranger.

“Well, I must be going. Grandmother is expecting me.” You nod to the Wolf and cover your basket, returning to the path you’d been following. Each breath feels tight in your chest.

“What a shame,” he calls. “The birds are singing so sweetly.” Your steps slow as you allow yourself to listen to the songs that float through the air, but you continue on. You can always listen to the birds as you walk.

“Ah, but the flowers are so beautiful this time of year. Wouldn’t your grandmother enjoy a bouquet?” The Wolf asks, again halting your walking. You glance at the flowers off the path, practically preening for you in the sunlight. Grandmother has always loved the wildflowers; maybe you could spare a few moments to gather a small bouquet. 

“I suppose…” You glance back at the Wolf, finding that he has continued to follow you down the path. He’s so close now that if you breathed deeply, your back would touch his chest. Your heart stutters with fear. How did he move so quickly without you hearing? How did you not feel him approach?

“You don’t want to miss out on all the beauty,” he whispers, leaning down beside your ear. With two long fingers, the Wolf tugs your hood off your head, letting the breeze flutter against your neck. He breathes deeply, and your knees wobble as you feel the heat the Wolf emanates. Something sharp trails down your neck, a stinging pain following close behind, and your eyes widen.

Not even a breath later, he’s gone. You shudder at his sudden absence and quickly dart your eyes around, looking for the Wolf, but he’s disappeared into the shadows. 

You try to calm your nerves, focusing instead on the flowers glittering just a few paces away. You kneel down, gathering your skirts to prevent them from getting dirty. The flowers are soft against your fingertips as you pick the perfect ones. All the while, the Wolf’s beautiful blue eyes burn in your mind.

The Wolf

Poor, poor grandmother, I think to myself as I drag the woman out of her woodland home and into the glade. She’ll wake up eventually, but not before I do what I want. Not before I take care of her sweet, beautiful little granddaughter. 

I go back into the house and take in the empty space. Photos of my little bunny are everywhere, school photos and memories of vacations. She looks so delectable in her too-small bikini, her bright smile practically blinding me. 

Next, I climb the stairs, finding myself in the room I had just dragged her grandmother from. The four-poster bed takes up most of the room, fabric hanging from the top of the frame like a canopy. I grin at the thought of taking my bunny here, her tears staining the blanket. Her screams filling the air. I feel myself hardening in my pants, and I adjust my cock.

When I saw her walking through town, my mouth watered. She looked so beautiful in her red cloak, the sun warming her skin. She looked good enough to fucking eat. I followed her from a distance, but once she entered the forest, I couldn’t hold back any longer. The smell of her when I got close… I could barely hold myself back. I wanted to grab her right then and there. I wanted to fuck her into the dirt. But good things come to those who wait. 

I am not a patient man, and I always get what I want. Always.

So, I lay down on the bed, the canopy concealing me well enough, and wait. 

And wait, and wait.

Until I hear the door creak open. 

“Grandmother?” My bunny calls. I can practically hear the smile on her lips. I grin beneath my mask, fingers itching to touch her. To mark her. I hear her footsteps as she wanders into the house. My heartbeat speeds up, ready for the hunt. 

“Grandmother?” She calls again, this time even closer. I see her shadow as she comes up the stairs, and a moment later, she pushes open the bedroom door. “Oh, Grandmother, are you ill?” Through the canopy, I see her set down a vase of flowers, the ones she picked in the woods, and her basket, full of sweets.  

Her fingers gently curl around the canopy’s fabric and tug it aside. Her eyes widen, and her lips part on a scream, but I’m already moving. I lunge, grab her, and push her down onto the mattress. My hand presses over her mouth, absorbing her scream.

“So fucking beautiful when you scream, bunny,” I growl, dipping my head into the crook of her neck. I breathe her in, the sweet scent of fear mixing with the floral scent of her perfume.

My bunny writhes and struggles against me, but it’s no use. I’m bigger than her, stronger than her. She’ll never escape me. She heaves her breath behind my hand, so I take it off of her, not minding if she screams. No one will hear her anyways. 

“What– what are you doing?” She whimpers, tears streaking down her face.

I don’t answer. Instead, I straddle her hips, pinning her to the bed. I run my hands along her torso and up to her breasts. She fits perfectly in my hands, and I flick my eyes to hers, watching her reaction. I can see the way she struggles with herself. The way she wants to give in to me, but something holds her back. 

“Oh, bunny,” I whisper, my hands coming up to curl around her neck. “What a beautiful neck you have.” I squeeze her neck lightly, giving her just a taste of what I want, and I see the way her pupils dilate. Her hips jolt up into mine, and I grin beneath my mask.

She breathes heavily, lips parting into a perfect, soft ‘o’. “And what perfect lips you have.” I move one hand up, running my thumb across her beautiful mouth. I lean down close, cupping her jaw. 

I want to taste her, I want to rip this fucking mask off my face and taste my little bunny, but I can’t. Not yet. I need to be patient. I sit up, slipping a knife out of my belt and flicking it open. Her eyes widen at the glinting blade.

“Please,” she whispers, tears brimming in her eyes again. “Please don’t hurt me.” I grin.

“My poor, stupid, little bunny. The more you beg me not to, the more I want to hurt you.” She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, and I stifle a moan. I don’t know how I’ve lived so long without her, how I’m going to go on living if I don’t have her by my side.

“What did you do to my grandmother?” She asks, voice wavering.

“You don’t want to know, bunny.” Her tears stream down her cheeks, and she hiccups as she sobs. She’s fucking perfect. I take in the sight of her blood-red cloak stark against the white sheets. I run the knife along the side of her face, not cutting or scratching her but letting her feel the sharp edge. 

I slide off the bed, dragging the knife down the center of her sternum between her breasts and down her torso. I see the thoughts running through her pretty little head. I know she wants to run. I hope she does. I step back and watch her fingers twitch before she darts off the bed. Her red cape flutters behind her as she saints down the stairs. I give her a head start before giving chase. My little bunny is more perfect than she could ever know.

After taking a steadying breath, I take off after my bunny. She left the front door open, and I catch sight of the hem of her cape as she dives behind a tree. She ran pretty far, I’ll give her that, but she won’t escape me. Never.

My feet pound on the ground as I chase her, adrenaline coursing through my veins. She keeps running, doing her best to hide as she goes deeper into the forest, but she’s not fast enough. I catch up quickly, making sure she knows just how close I am. Whenever she hears my boots snap a twig, she yelps, tripping over her feet. As we get further away from the house, she loses steam. I grin as she stumbles, constantly looking back to see me hunting her. 

Bunny’s cape gets caught on a branch, and she falls, landing hard in the dirt. She tries to crawl away, but she knows it’s no use. I stalk toward her, loving the way she shakes with each breath, and sink to the ground by her head.

I grip her by her hair, lifting her face out of the dirt, and lean down. “You lose, bunny.” She gasps as I bring out my knife, holding it near her cheek as I turn her. Even though she ran and wants to think she’s afraid of me, I know what she wants. I can fucking smell it on her. Can taste it in the air. 

“Please,” she whispers, fingers digging into the leaves on the ground. Her thighs rub together beneath her skirts, and my mouth waters. I know she won’t run this time, not when she’s so close to getting what she wants.

I remove my mask, tugging it from my face with my other hand. Her lips part as her eyes search my features. I move between her legs, running a hand along one of her legs. I push up her skirt, exposing her soft skin. With my knife, I run the tip along her leg, up and up, until I reach her panties. She can’t hide how needy she is. My bunny writhes in the dirt, begging me to touch her with her big beautiful eyes. I slide my knife beneath the waistband of her panties, slicing the fabric. I cut a matching slit near her other leg, tugging the material away. She shivers as the cool air hits her cunt.

“What a pretty pussy you have, bunny,” I growl, lowering my face to the crux of her thighs. She watches me with lust-filled eyes, nodding like the dumb little bunny she is. I bite her inner thigh, leaving an imprint of my teeth on her skin.

“What beautiful eyes you have,” she tells me, a small smile on her lips. 

“The better to see you with, bunny.” I run my nose along her pussy, and she bites back a moan. My tongue laves along her clit, and I hear her breath hitch. 

“What–” she gasps when I press a finger inside her tight cunt. “What a perfect mouth you have.” I groan against her pussy, devouring her like my last meal. 

“The better to eat you with,” I mutter into her pussy. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. She tastes so fucking sweet, practically dripping against my lips. I knew my bunny would be perfect, but she’s better than I ever could have dreamed. 

“Please, please,” she whimpers, begging for her release. I curl my finger inside of her, looking for the spot that makes her squirm, and brush my teeth over her sensitive clit. My little bunny is so responsive for me, writhing around in the dirt. 

“So fucking sweet, bunny, my own little treat.” Her whimpers get higher pitched, and I know she’s close. I’m practically humping the dirt, I’m so hard, but all I can think about is how good my bunny is being and how fucking perfect she’s going to feel wrapped around my cock. 

I work her right up to the edge, and when she’s gripping my hair so hard she’s about to pull it out, she breaks. She comes all over my tongue and finger, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I crawl up over her, my tongue running over my lips, gathering her taste. “What a good bunny,” I whisper, taking in the sight of her blissed-out expression. She wants more, though, I can tell. 

Her eyes roam over my face, her hands tracing over my features. Her lips part, but she can’t seem to find the words. “Tell me what you want, bunny.” My finger circles her sensitive clit; she jolts. 

She shudders but doesn’t speak. “Come on, bunny. I know you’re afraid. I know that you don’t want to admit it. You want my cock? Is that it, bunny? You want me to fuck you here in the dirt?” Her eyebrows pinch together, and fear flashes in her eyes. She knows I’m dangerous; she knows I am unpredictable.

“You wanna be my dirty bunny?” I ask her, nipping at the soft skin of her neck. “You’re my dumb fucking bunny, you know that? You’re gonna let me fuck you into the dirt, and you’re gonna love every second of it, isn’t that right?”

“Oh my god,” she moans, hips bucking against my fingers. “Please.”

“I need to hear you say it, bunny.” I bite her shoulder hard enough to draw blood, and she gasps. “Tell me that you’re my dumb little bunny. Tell me what you want me to do.”

I see the way she hesitates, the way her mind runs through all the reasons she should fight me, but then I see the shift. I see the moment lust takes over, and she succumbs to her primal desires.

“I’m your dumb little bunny,” she whispers. I slide two fingers into her pussy, scissoring my fingers to stretch her. “And–” she sucks in a breath. “And I want– need you to fuck me.”

“Such a good bunny.” I settle back between her legs and pump my fingers, working her up again. I use my other hand to take off my belt. When my pants are down far enough, I palm my cock, moaning. She watches me with hooded, lust-drunk eyes, and I smirk. My dumb little bunny looks so pretty taking my fingers, but she’ll look even better taking my cock.

I take a long look at her pretty face before I grip her hips and turn her over. Hooking my hands underneath her, I position her with her ass high and her head in the dirt. This is how she was meant to be; she was fucking born for this. 

I line my cock up with her perfect pussy and tease her clit, loving how she jolts each time. My little bunny has never looked better with her skirt shoved up on her waist and her face pressed against the earth.

“What a perfect bunny for me,” I tell her, spanking her ass. I press my cock into her, groaning as she squeezes me. She’s so fucking tight, so perfect, like she was made for me. Made for this. I slide in, loving how she stretches around my dick. Her face screws up the deeper I get, but I don’t give her time to adjust. 

I set a brutal, deep pace, and electricity shoots up my spine. The sounds she’s making, the way her fingers dig into the dirt, are nearly too much for me to handle. The smell of sex and earth floods my nose, and I feel it flood my bloodstream. 

She moans and whimpers with each thrust, pressing back with each thrust, egging me on. My little bunny wants me just as much as I want her. I lean down, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and haul her torso up so she’s kneeling, arching against me. I run my tongue along the spot I’d cut earlier when I’d first spoken to her, tasting the sweet tang of her blood.

My little bunny has tears streaming down her dirt-streaked face. Her eyes are screwed shut as she takes my dick.

“Such a good little bunny,” I groan into her ear. “You were fucking made for this. You were fucking born to be my dumb bunny, to take my cock.” Her cunt flutters around my dick, and my hips stutter.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants like a prayer. I drop a hand to her clit and circle it in a way that makes her throw her head back, and bite the cut on her neck. The combination of sensations throws her over the edge, and she convulses on my cock.

I press her back into the dirt and pound into her, slamming into her over and over again. I come on a moan, both of us collapsing. “Good bunny,” I whisper. “Such a good little bunny.”

She falls asleep, drained from the way I used her body, and I grin at the sight. She should know better than to fall asleep next to a predator like me. I brush the dirt from my pants, tucking my cock away, and pick her up. I carry her back to her grandmother’s house and lay her on the four-poster bed. 

Next, I retrieve poor old grandmother. She’s still asleep. The drug I gave her will wear off soon. I place her on the couch in the front room. I’ll let my bunny find her when she comes to. I return to the bedroom and stare at my beautiful little bunny. 

I don’t clean her up; I don’t even put her dress back. She looks perfect, dirty, and used against the bone-white sheets.

Just the way I like her.

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[yanderestarangel]

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TW: ftm reader, v!sex, oral (f!re), dirty talk, afab anatomy, reader is a femboy, wearing skirts, sex without a condom, praise, rough sex, dom!homelander, dark concept, degradation, dom!homelander, male x male, porn plot, smut, use of aphrodisiac, creampie.

A/N : finally a request from homelander! yey! For some reason Tumblr doesn't let me answer my asks anymore, but hey- I took a screenshot of all the ones I'm going to make >< so sorry if your order isn't notified!

⸺ It was a miracle that you caught the attention of the most feared man in all of America, the most powerful man in the entire world, Homelander.

You were just a normal kid who worked at Vougth's main headquarters, taking care of the schedules of some secondary supers; however, you soon felt the pair of oceanic blue eyes burn you - the infamous hero staring at you from afar, practically fucking you with just one look, he drank in all your curves - from the stockings that squeezed your thighs, to the short skirt that you wore, in addition to the breasts shyly hidden through the blouse you wore.

You had awakened something in him, something he didn't know how to put into words, he was always a more submissive man in bed but you made all his sexual fantasies create another type of direction, he wanted to fuck you like a beast - like a hungry animal, beautifully destroy every piece of your delicate body and make you his boy.

So, you were lovingly notified with a mild threat from the company board, either you had a meeting with the hero of the seven, or you lost your job.

And you didn't hesitate to choose the first option. The meeting was at a luxurious restaurant in the city, closed to just the two of you, the hero seemed more polished, more... Different? An improved version of the man you saw fighting with everything and everyone in the buildings every day - the smell of fresh cologne coming off him also made you try to close your thighs, feeling your core get wet every time you saw his muscles flex under the fabric tight blue uniform, you had never paid due attention to him, so it surprised you to see him so... Attractive, as if a new light was placed in your eyes and mind, as if with each touch you wanted more and more - perhaps the aphrodisiac he put in his perfume would have helped, but you would never know it.

He was a gentleman, treating you like a prince, like his prince - carrying you in his strong arms to his apartment, you were adorable, and you were as he expected you to be: shy and wet. Your sweet scent of excitement and desire filled every atom around him, so it wasn't difficult for Homelander to convince you to let him into your house... It was too easy, even, and as soon as the door closed, a predatory smile covered his features. of the blonde man, as he towered over you like a mountain.

"-Are you nervous baby? there's no need.. I'm going to make you feel good pretty boy... lift that skirt for me... now." You couldn't help but feel weak in the knees as you did as he told you without protest, exposing your wet, needy flesh for him and for him. Homelander smiled, his piercing blue eyes fixed on your exposed, glistening pussy. He moved closer, his presence looming over you, radiating power and dominance- His hand reached out, his fingers brushing the lace of your panties.

"-Good boys are rewarded... Now, let's see how wet you really are." he whispered hoarsely, his voice sending shivers down your spine. His touch was electrifying as he slowly pushed your panties to the side, exposing your throbbing clit and your slick folds to his hungry gaze. "-Such a receptive little slut for me" His fingers dug into your flesh with more force than they should have, leaving bruises that would later turn into sickly beautiful property marks - his tongue tracing slow circles around your entrance before dipping deep inside you. The sensation was unlike anything you've ever experienced before—his warm, wet tongue probing and teasing your sensitive folds, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your entire body.

You arched your back involuntarily against the cool concrete wall, moaning softly as he devoured every inch of your tight cunt. The lust was overwhelming, the sensations intensified by the knowledge that this sadistic hero could have anything and anyone he wanted, but he chose you - Moans fell freely from your lips as he continued to pleasure you, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to take your to the limit. Each stroke, each movement of his tongue, sent waves of ecstasy through your body, elevating your arousal to new heights.

You couldn't help but grip his hair, encouraging him, your breathing becoming ragged as you neared the peak of pleasure. Homelander sensed your imminent release and intensified his efforts, his tongue working faster, his fingers slipping inside you to increase the stimulation.

"-You like that don't you? Having me worship you?" he said with a roguish smile, eating you from the outside with even more intensity - however, when you were about to cum, the blonde took his tongue out of your pussy, making you feel a practically painful burning, begging on your knees like a puppy for him to fuck you soon, like the good boy you were.

Homelander's dominance over you intensified as he pinned you face down on the bed, his strong grip holding your head gently against the mattress - the pressure against your face felt a thrill of submission through your body, fueling your desire and excitement, you could feel his hard cock pressing against your ass, teasingly grazing your entrance with each movement. "-You like it rough, don't you, pretty boy..." he growled, his voice dripping with unmistakable horny.

"-You want me to fuck you until you can't walk straight, don't you?" Homelander's thrusts grew more intense and you could feel the pain building inside you - the pain sent waves of ecstasy through your body.

Your screams and moans filled the room, music to Homelander's sadistic desires. He leaned close to your ear, his voice dripping with a dark intensity. "-Do you think it hurts now, doll boy? Wait until I'm done with you," he whispered, his words fueling the fire of submission in your veins.

"-I'll take care of you, every inch of you, after I'm satisfied." Homelander's thrusts became more erratic, his breathing irregular, his balls hit your clit messily, making you breathless, with each slap on your ass or even the rough and sloppy way he squeezed your soft breasts, using the fabric of your skirt to further leverage each wild rhythm of your hips.

"-Fuck boy-! You take me so good... Good boy- good boy, just cum for me with that slutty pussy." When Homelander's thrusts reached a feverish level, he squeezed your head once again, his fingers digging into your hair. He growled deeply, a primal sound of pleasure as he reached his climax -- with one final, powerful thrust, he released himself inside you, filling you with his cum. You felt the heat of his release, mixing with your own wetness, as he continued to reach his orgasm. A feeling of satisfaction washed over him, and he slowly withdrew from you, his grip on his head finally loosening -- Homelander kissed your body tenderly, his lips tracing your skin, marking you as his.

"-You were a good slut, baby prince", he murmured, his voice filled with a possessiveness, giving you chaste kisses on the back and loving pats on your red ass from his own slaps. "-And I always take care of what's mine... Good boy..."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[aklaustaleteller]

We'll Meet Again, Beloved

Klaus is in trouble again and his lover, who is soon to become the goddess that the wolves would get to worship, comes to his rescue, again. And it's painful to come with the knowledge that she's always leaving in the end. But at last, this'd be the last time she'd ever have to leave.

Warnings - mentions of blood and inflicted pain.

Word Count - 1.8k

Masterlist | please reblog the fic if you like it!

This is actually a rewritten version of this fic that I'd posted in 2021! I'm quite proud to say that I think it's much better than it had originally been, so I hope you like it as well! I'd be rewriting a couple more fics before I post the new work I've written, so yay! Enjoy <3

Fury burned Klaus’ eyes with such extreme rage that they began to shine a golden ring inside, the one that made it look like there was a solar eclipse inside his once beautifully green orbs. Aguish encapsulated all of his bones as if he were turning into his wolf form, his blood beginning to boil inside him and pour out of the corners of his mouth that had twisted into a dangerous snarl.

“You’re a monster!” The witch shouted at him, blood slipping out her own nose as she threw hateful insults at him, her voice growing louder in order to maintain the effect of the spell as she herself grew weaker by spending her magic such carelessly. 

Her hands shook and yet she kept them faced towards Klaus, who kneeled due to the force, writhing in pain in front of her, screaming at her the death threats that she knew weren’t empty. Her eyes clenched shut as she yelled, her voice shaking similarly to Klaus’ hands that he held his head with. 

“Stop it!” Klaus shouted at her, denying himself from crouching in the agonising pain that she’d been inflicting on him for so long that she’d fallen to her knees as well. Klaus knew that she knew were she to fail this attempt of ending him, she won’t live to even see him get off his knees – seeing as she refused to back down despite the fact that she might end herself with him. 

His body shook as if he’d been given wolfsbane and his forearms dug further deep into the ground. 

Looking up at her with her death flashing in his eyes, Klaus screamed at her once again. “Stop this or I will make sure your death is as painful as I can make it!” 

He raised his arm in order to reach her, noticing the indent he had caused in the soil as he struggled to raise his head. And in that moment he decided that this would be the very place he would leave her dead for the animals to feast upon. 

“Stop,” Klaus growled as her magic finally began to weaken, losing its grip on him as the witch lay on the ground, chanting the spell with as much power as her wilting body could muster up.

“Burn in hell,” the witch dared to stop herself and grit her teeth at him, now muttering the spell under her breath. She shut her eyes to stop herself from witnessing the smirk on Klaus’ mouth that was curling to show his sharp canines that would be tearing her apart into shreds. 

“And where, little witch, do you think he’s come from, then?” A soft voice mumbled tauntingly, causing Klaus to lift his gaze up from the witch’s trembling body to look at the woman leaning over her, whispering something under her breath that stopped the witch’s heart and tore it to pieces inside her chest – Klaus could hear that, or perhaps, he was persuaded to hear that.

The pain coursing through his body stopped and he felt his insides healing within a matter of seconds as he stood up from the ground, covered in blood and dirt. Still, he managed to smile graciously at the woman.

She wasn’t just any woman, no. She was a child to the gods, soon to become one herself as her turning year turned into the turning month, creeping up on her faster than she’d anticipated becoming Y/n, a goddess for all the wolves to worship. 

“My one and only,” she smiled back at him, a smile that could kill and bring one back from death’s hand itself. Her head lulled to the side as she looked at him adoringly, her soft plush lips calling out to him to come to her. Her hair flying behind her, making her seem all the more mystical and alluring than she already was. 

From where her hands had been hanging beside her, she offered them for Klaus to hold. Following his gaze to her right hand, she noticed some blood smeared on it and a corner of her mouth lifted. She shifted her weight on her right leg, freeing her left leg to relax a little. 

Which then made Klaus’ attention to catch on the bottom of her dress. It seemed as if it had been scraped and torn, the tearing marks seeming sharp, almost ready to dagger whatever lay beneath. The skirt flowed with the wind, allowing Klaus to see dirt crawling up her legs, telling him that there’d again been a struggle when she’d tried to come to him. 

“It was the god that the Vampires worship. He put up a rather annoying tantrum and tried to stop me from coming to you, my love,” she shrugged, complaining innocently and answering his question before he’d even asked it, all at once.  “You know I had to,” she grinned, a little cunningly. 

And then, her ears caught up with his ragged breathing. “Go,” she whispered, watching Klaus turn in front of her as she rid him of the pain he would’ve felt had she not been here.  

And as Klaus ran off into the woods, hunting down all that came in his way from camping humans to newly turned vampires looking to feed themselves, Y/n stood near the witch’s body and shut her eyes, trying to catch a word with the Witch’s god. He, who was already rather annoyed that another one of his had died because of defying the one rule he’d set. 

“I told you, anyone who’d hurt him would die,” Y/n muttered under her breath.

“I apologise, dear Y/n. I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again” he sighed, and he must’ve opened his eyes because the connection had seemingly broken. 

So she opened her eyes, looking at the neverending sky, full of stars that witnessed such evil too frequently for her comfort.

This hadn’t been the first time she’d helped Klaus, nor was it the first time a tear had slipped out of her eyes because of the restrictions that prevented her from confessing to him until she’d turned herself into a goddess, a trap that had been set by the gods themselves – they’d known her yearn to be a human and walk the Earth and yet, they’d put up the condition over her so she’d turn, a trap. And she was willing to step into it just so that she’d never have to leave Klaus again. And she was going to, soon. 

She’d coffessed such to him before, which was the reason that he mostly tried to stay away from her – to prevent inflicting pain on her already beaten heart. To wait until she could safely be his, without her heart breaking into a million pieces over the reminder that it was going to take a long time before she could let herself fold in his arms. 

Wiping the lone tear, she sat up focusing her attention on his movement to see if he was going to come back anytime soon. She waited for him, for her favourite wolf, to come and ask her to turn him back so that he could touch her with just as much vulnerability as she did him.

Her mind lulled her to think about his state when he’d return. His soft shiny fur would be wet with blood and sweat, paws as soft as feathers after running at the speed of light, ears flopped down in search of comfort and searching for her heartbeat. She jerked a little when she heard twigs breaking and leaving rustling, crunching and crushing under his paws as he neared her. His nose sniffing and his fur brushing against trees. 

She moves to catch sight of him, instead feeling his paw on her back. She turned to take him in her arms, to lay back with him on top of her, so that his heart would calm down listening to hers. But when she did do that, instead of putting his head in the crook of her neck, Klaus looked into her eyes – searching them for something while the one thing Y/n saw in his eyes was a raw seek for comfort.

Showing him all the love that he needed to be reassured, she felt as he melted in her arms right then and there. His snout reached her exposed neck while he remained lying on top of her with his head on her chest, looking up at her with the truest loving eyes. 

But then she felt a tear slip down her skin and she brought her hands to scratch his fur, holding him a little closer. “It’s alright, little wolf. You’ll be alright,” she whispered. “You’re in safe hands, lay to rest for a little,” she assured him, knowing that all his senses must be heightened right now. 

Tears collected on the rim of her eyes as she thought of the times she almost lost him, lost her grasp on him because of the very consequences of his own actions, had witnessed him crying to himself because of the number of times he had been betrayed. But she blinked them away when she heard him purr lightly, coming to the realisation that he was safe and in her arms, and that was all that mattered in the moment. 

He got off of her when the moon began to hide away behind drifting clouds, making her sit up as well. 

“Let’s get you back to your disguise, shall we, little wolf?” She asked him, a whisper of her soft giggle following behind. 

Klaus wagged his tail twice, indicating that he was indeed ready. He felt his heart swell with love when she ruffled his fur while moving to stand up, scratching behind his ear a couple times before asking him to follow her. 

Coming to halt under direct moonlight, she closed her eyes before mumbling a spell, so softly that even Klaus would have taken that as the mere sound of wind during nightfall. He kept looking at her until a tear slipped past her shut eyes, which made him look down and brush up against her feet for the last time, for a long while. 

When he looked up again, she’d already been gazing at him. Leaning down, she pressed a kiss between his eyes and walked back a couple steps. 

“We’ll meet again soon, beloved,” Y/n whispered, another tear escaping her eyes as a gust of wind carried her away with it, leaving no trace of her other than the tingling beneath Klaus’ skin. 

Klaus looked up at the sky then and swore to her that he’d be waiting for her right here the next time she’d come down to meet him, to finally let herself go in his arms. And his eyes glossed over as he felt another gush of wind, this time changing him from his wolf form, and back to his hybrid physique. 

[acapelladitty]

`♡° kinktober 2024! ---

☆ kink: Overstimulation

☆ pairing: Zero Year Riddler/Reader

☆ summary: Tied up and suffering beautifully, Edward is as determined to please as ever.

kinktober '24 ☆ main masterlist ☆ ao3

Against his pale skin, the lines of intricate green rope stood out with an effortless elegance which only served to make the criss-crossed patterns which covered most of his chest appear more detailed than they truly are.

“Eddie, you look so sweet all trussed up for me like this.”

Rolling your hand across his chest and enjoying the difference between his soft skin and the much harsher texture of the rope, you pause to tweak his left nipple between your thumb and forefinger – smirking as the pinch forces his back to arch higher off the sheets of the bed as his lips form into a discomforting gasp. The air of the room was thick with tension and sex, the scent of fresh sweat hanging heavy.

Your cunt still twitching from his attentions, the slickness of your thighs is undeniable and the mess which still coats his lips and lower chin glistens in the low light. His hair had been a fantastic anchor as you sat on his face, forcing him to eat you out until your overstimulated cunt couldn’t take anymore and the grateful gasps of air which he had inhaled as his tongue licked up the dripping arousal from his lips was a sound which would haunt your fantasies for some time.

Now it was his turn to suffer and, as always, he did so beautifully.

“What do you say?” You ask, digging your nails into the vulnerable skin of his inner thighs.

“Thank you, mistress,” Edward replies in a single breath. The low hum of the wand which is securely attached to his cock by a few thin pieces of rope punctuates the quiet between his soft gasps and the wireless nature of it allows him to writhe around without any fear of dislodging it. “Thank you.”

“I bet that feels awful,” you stroke your finger along the wand and mimic the movements of how you had earlier teased his cock in a similar manner. “The vibrations are so low and frustrating. I don’t think you’ll be able to come like this, Eddie.”

The vibe was carefully placed with the rounded edge of the tip sitting flush against the head of his cock to ensure that he felt every subtle vibration which the lowest setting was teasing him with. His cockhead slightly damp with leaking pre-cum, Edward grunts as you turn the vibe up another notch and enjoy how his thighs widen and his groin jerks into the empty air.

Rolling your thumb along the sensitive ridge where his shaft met his cockhead, you can feel the vibrations in your finger as a mess of unintelligible grunts leak from Edward’s throat – his hair mussing up further as he thrashes his head against the pillow which props it up.

Watching with the patience of a hawk, you wait until the first dribble of cum leaks free of his cockhead before turning off the vibe completely – depraving him from any sensation as you ruin him with a vicious smirk.

“Nice try, Eddie.”

His whines are incomprehensible, broken pleas mixing with vague insults as his thin hips hump at the air with desperation – seeking out any kind of stimulation even as his cock quivers and leaks untouched.

“Please, please. Ple-fuck!” Edward whines, his vulgarity making you grin widely as he loses himself to his own desperation. “Turn it back on. Please, I’ll be good, mistress.”

“Do you promise?” Squeezing his shaft with a firm hard, a move which makes him keen like a dying animal, you wait for his answer until you’re rewarded with a jerking series of nods. “Okay, then.”

Twisting the wheel of the wand, the vibe springs into full power and the result on his body is glorious to watch as his chest arcs as though struck by lightning. His mouth forms into a wide ‘o’ that lets free a deep groan and his eyes squeeze shut as his fingers claw into the sheets from their restrained position.

Still fresh from his recent ruin, it takes him less than thirty seconds to come again and his release is much more volatile as it arcs free of his cock and spurts messily across his lower stomach while he whines and writhes in place – unable to move too much due to the green rope which holds his limbs in place and the pressure of your body against his side.

With a guttural groan, he rides his orgasm out and you can see the moment that true overstimulation begins to set in as his white teeth appear to bite down on his lower lip and his eyes seek out your own while desperation sets in. Pleasure so intense that it borders on pain as his overworked nerves are subjected to the merciless thrum of the vibe have Edward making a lovely high-pitched noise which exists somewhere between a sob and a groan as his frantic hips hump into nothing in an attempt to escape the feeling.

He comes again, this time dry as he has nothing left to give, and his thighs are visibly straining hard against the ropes which bind them as he struggles to even thrash properly in place. The hell of his overstimulation stops any smart comments but the desperate noises which slip free of his mouth are made more beautiful by the thin string of drool which is also dripping free of his lips.

“You look like a whore,” you tell him, enjoying the way that his eyes widen at the title and his body stills for only a moment before succumbing back to the relentless pleasure of the vibe as you turn it down a good few notches. “And I don’t think a whore really needs a break.”

Genuine fear enters his gaze as his watery eyes meet your own and you can only smile at him placatingly as your cruel fingers creep towards the vibe controls once more.

[ashxketchum]

New collaboration with Loft & Amnibus was announced for Digimon Adventure!

Details about exact merch will follow soon, but the tweet states that the concept was decided by keeping the idea of 25th Anniversary in focus but the art itself is flower + wedding outfit themed. The collab will start in June which is considered a good month for brides in Japan and so we see many wedding themed anime illustrations get released during this time every year.

Now it is time for another certified Ayushi breakdown 🫡

Taichi and Agumon are seen holding Edelweiss, with a pattern of the flower drawn beautifully on Taichi's shirt as well. Edelweiss in Japanese Language of Flowers (Hanakotoba) is meant to symbolise 'cherished memories/大切な思い出' and 'courage/勇気', while in Western Language of Flowers it's meant to symbolise 'noble courage' and 'daring' - both of which are apt for our best leader 🧡

Yamato and Gabumon are seen holding Alstroemeria (Lily of the Incas, Peruvian Lily), and while the flower motif is not drawn onto his clothes, Yamato's coat's breast pocket is decorated with the flower as well. In Hanakotoba, Alstroemeria is meant to symbolise 'persistence/持続' or 'longing for the future/未来への憧れ', while in Western Language of Flowers it's meant to symbolise 'friendship' and 'devotion'. All meanings are apt for him imo, but especially persistence and longing for the future are very representative of his arc from the first series till Kizuna.

Sora and Piyomon are seen with Pink Carnations, with the neckline of Sora's jumpsuit lined with a bunch of the flowers. I personally love the visual of Sora in this pink jumpsuit, it plays into her slightly tomboyish yet extremely gentle personality so well! In Hanakotoba carnations symbolise 'innocent and deep love/無垢で深い愛' and pink carnations specifically symbolise 'love of a woman/女性の' 'passionate love/熱愛' and "beautiful gesture/美しいしぐさ'. In Western Language of Flowers carnations symbolise 'fascination' and love'. All meanings are pretty accurate for Sora, but red carnations are used to symbolise Mother's love in Japan so it would've been nice if they threw in a mix of red and pink to hint at her relationship with her mother!

Koushiro and Tentomon are seen holding Violet Sage, which at first glance I thought was Lavender. The flower pattern is also visible on his waistcoat and bowtie, which ties together his outfit very nicely! In Hanakotoba, Sage seems to have many symbolisations, 'respect/尊敬', 'wisdom/知恵', 'good home/良い家庭', and 'family love/家族愛'. But Blue (Violet) Sage specifically signify respect and wisdom. In Western Language of Flowers, Sage symbolises 'esteem', 'wisdom' and 'domestic virtue'. Again, a perfect choice for Koushiro, I personally would prefer to believe that they picked this not because of his crest but because of 'good home' and 'family love' since that part of Koushiro's arc in the first series was probably the most impressionable aspect of his character.

Mimi and Palmon are seen holding baby's breath, with Mimi's dress covered in a pattern of it. Even keeping my bias towards Mimi aside, this is possibly one of the prettiest outfit of hers till date, it genuinely looks like she's about to walk down the aisle as a flower girl for a very happy couple! In Hanakotoba, Baby's Breath or Kasumisou, symbolises 'pure heart/清らかな心', 'innocence/無邪気', 'kindness/親切', and 'happiness/幸福'. In Western Language of Flowers it symbolises 'everlasting love', 'purity of heart', and 'innocence'. All meanings apply to Mimi to the T, but they're also very apt for the whole wedding theme of the merch which makes this particular outfit + flower choice my favourite from the lot.

Jou and Gomamon are seen holding Violets or Sumire. I honestly struggled to figure out the flower for a while, at first glance I thought it was Periwinkle but since that was not mentioned in the Hanakotoba reference anywhere, I searched other people's interpretations and settled with Violets. His tie also has a cute pattern of the flower, and it makes me wonder if Koushiro and Jou went shopping for their outfits together! In Hanakotoba, Sumire symbolise 'modesty/謙虚', 'sincerity/誠実', and 'small happiness/小さな幸せ'. Depending on the colour, the symbolism can change in Hanakotoba, and purple Violets specifically represent 'fidelity' along with 'love'. In Western Language of Flowers it symbolises 'modesty' and 'faithfulness'. This is as Jou as a flower can get lol.

Takeru and Patamon are seen with White Gerberas. Like Yamato, Takeru's outfit doesn't have a pattern of the flower, but the Gerberas themselves are pinned to his suspenders. In Hanakotoba, Gerbera symbolises 'hope/希望' and 'always moving forward/常に前進'. White Gerbera specifically are used to symbolise 'hope' and 'honesty/律儀'. In Western Language of Flowers it is meant to symbolise 'cheerfulness' and 'beauty'. All meanings are accurate for Takeru, no comment needed!

Hikari and Tailmon are seen with Sunflowers. I personally feel that Hikari's outfit is a little too much compared to the rest, just the sunflower belt would've been enough but they added that extra line at the hem and it's kind of an overdose. In Hanakotoba, Sunflowers symbolise 'I gaze only at you/私はあなただけを見つめる', 'adoration/愛慕', and 'worship/崇拝'. In Western Language of Flowers, it symbolises 'adoration' and 'false riches'. I understand that they wanted to go with a bright or perky flower for Hikari but something like a Pink Aster which symbolises patience or Cosmos which symbolises harmony, peace etc. might suit Hikari better given the overall theme of the illustration. The only miss in the otherwise perfectly depicted theme and art!

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Empty Nest part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

-You took a deep breathe, stretching in the bed you were resting in. It’s been centuries since you had slept. You open your eyes, vision a little blurry. You groan as the memories of the previous night come back to you.

Fuck, you wanted to start a family…but was it the best idea to choose Sebastian? You roll your shoulders and sit up. With a quick look around, you find Sebastian entering the room, fully clothed and holding a silver plate, it had a cover so you couldn’t see what was in it. He locked eyes with you and gave you a small smile.

“I’m sorry,” He spoke softly as if you were a cornered animal that he didn’t want to startle. “I hoped to have breakfast ready before you woke up but I had to attend to the young Master, I hope you understand.”

You raise an eyebrow. Breakfast? You weren’t hungry, demons can go ages without food, you don’t have a use for human food aside from pleasure, you’d need a-

You freeze and take a deep inhale, recognizing the scent.

It’s…a soul? Where did he get one so fast? Did he go hunting after you fell asleep??

You couldn’t help the that your mouth was watering, it smelled so good, the love, hatred, sadness, anger, fear…you could tell from just the scent whoever he targeted had lived a full life, they’d be delicious…

Which led to your current concern.

Why was he offering you this? Demons don’t like sharing their meals, it’s difficult and not nearly as filling, so why would he go through the extra work? You sneer st him. “Funny, Sebastian. But you already got what you wanted, right? There’s no reason for you to do me a ‘favor’ now is there? I fucked you silly last night and you’re giving me breakfast in bed? Yeah right, what do you want?”

You really didn’t mean to sound so defensive but you were worried, was he just trying to get your guard down to hurt you? Was he trying to get you to sleep with him again? Is he that desperate for your touch?

Sebastian gives you confused look, grabbing a tray from god knows where and set it up, then placed the plate on it, taking the cover off to let you see the soul. It shined so beautifully and you wanted to tear into it, but you wouldn’t until you knew there were no clauses.

“Well, not particularly, no. I just want you to be safe, you can’t hunt while pregnant after all, right? I don’t want the love of my life to go hungry.” You grinned at his choice words…this…was odd, but well intended?

You ease back down onto the bed, still choosing not to eat, you could still hunt! But…you did owe Sebastian an apology…

“I’m not hungry and I can still hunt until I show signs, you should eat though, souls taste best fresh.” You pause taking a deep breath before talking again. “Also, sorry I got…upset with you,” A soft smile stretches across your lips as you look him in the eye. “Want a kiss to make up for it?”

Sebastian’s eyes lit up and his smile widened. “Would that be ok?” You nod and Sebastian leans down to give you a kiss, you reciprocate the motion, being gentle with it and letting his touch linger over you for a few more seconds. If it made him feel better, then why not, it’s not like it’s bothering you anyway. Sebastian gently climbed onto the bed with you again, placing his head on your shoulder.

You held the ‘snack’ in your hands and motioned for him to come closer for another kiss. You placed it in your mouth, when Sebastian opens his mouth you quickly slip half of it into his mouth and hold him there with a grin. You make him bite off half before pulling away. You swallowed the half you had fast, Sebastian is just sitting there starting at you in surprise.

“Eat it, I only wanted half.” You say and he obeys. He goes to thank you but you interrupt. “Thank you for the food.” You start to get up deciding now was the time to get out of bed. Sebastian gently eases you down.

“You’re not sore? You feel ok, right?” You know what he’s applying and nod. You say you’re fine and get up, deciding to explore the manor today. Sebastian quickly followed you, almost like a dog…

(Next tba)

[dawnoftime22]

sensory.

| T.S

Warnings: slight sensory problems, self soothing by wearing accessories (watch, bracelet), and sitting on the floor

Summary: It was a planned date day for you and Taylor, but you had seemed off the entire day, until a realization comes across that you were missing something.

Word Count: 2.7k

Category: fluff, comfort

A/N: I am once more, not a professional, I'm only writing this from my own experience :]

| Started on 29/04/2024, 2:10 PM |

| Finished on 06/07/2024, 11:40 PM |

Main Masterlist | T.S Masterlist

seven days of comfort.

"To be loved is to be cared for."

|——————————— ⸆⸉ ———————————|

Sun streams into the room with the gentle look of the curtain lining, sending light in to illuminate the glass vases that held any flowers, a beautifully mixed bunch given from you to Taylor, or from her to you.

You let out an exhilarated sigh, staring up at the living room ceiling. Your arm hung off the side of the couch, and the other was on your stomach.

As you count the ceiling lights, you feel the air entering your lungs when you take a deep breath in, and you let it out as a slow exhale. Something was off. But you couldn't place on what it was. Yet, no amount of deep breaths could help you relax.

You felt too light. Almost...too free. The wind touching your skin was too cold, but if you covered yourself up with a blanket or jacket, it would be too warm.

Your hand ran over your face, bothered by it all. Even the urge to simply roll over the couch would not fix the problem. Oh well. You definitely did not do that, but you did roll to your side, your eyes searching the entire room.

The tv on the wall was on, playing an animal documentary. It showed videos of orcas, penguins, lions, and toucans. It got you transfixed upon it for a few minutes, but then you had started trailing off your gaze to your hands, or the small patterns on the wood of the coffee table.

You take a look to the windows, but then saw the absolute brightness of them from the sunlight, so you grimaced and squinted your eyes, quickly looking away from it.

The black spots that scattered on your vision from being blinded needed to be blinked away, and you focus on the floor instead, a small huff escaping you.

Once you got your vision back to normal, you were back in reality. It was then, you realized another thing. It was awfully quiet. The space was only filled up by the commentary on the tv, explaining the description and facts of a sea turtle.

Not that you hated it, you just couldn't focus on anything specific, and it frustrated you. You weren't even bored, it was just...like you were floating. In a bad way. Every position you change into on the couch wasn't enough to satisfy a comfortable feeling either.

Meanwhile, Taylor was in the bedroom, getting ready for your date, sincr it was getting nearer to the time you both had planned for. You already got ready after breakfast, so now you were only waiting for her.

One of the cats, Meredith, jumps up to the couch, curling up next to you. You raise your eyebrows curiously and props yourself up in a sitting position using your arm, seeing Benjamin over by the edge of the carpet, perhaps having been asking her to play with him. But Meredith craved some laziness more than playfulness, so she joins you.

Olivia? Olivia was nowhere to be seen, but she could very well possibly be in one of the other rooms, or in the bedroom with Taylor.

You reach out your hand, and the cat's nose goes near it, sniffing it lightly before you were accepted to pet her. The fur was soft. So soft. Now this, this could be something you can do forever without breaking focus, but that could be because it didn't really need any at all.

Since the couch was starting to make your body ache, you decided to switch to sitting down on the floor. Your back goes against the couch, and your legs moved into a comfortable position.

When you've settled yourself down, your hand reaches up to pet Meredith again, but now it was a stretch to reach her. The scottish fold also didn't seem to move from her current position, so you gave up on trying to pet her again.

In your luckiness though, Benjamin came to save you with his black brown-ish ears by padding over to you and flopping on the floor in front of you, his floof of a belly in visible view.

He gratefully took the way your hand gently ran through his soft fur, and he presses his head into your palm when you got closer to it. The action lightened your heart, and you smile softly, for once getting some type of relief from what you seemed to be missing.

As you were caught up with Benjamin and his fluffy body, over in the distance of your bedroom, Taylor had finished getting ready. Her steps were quiet as she went into the living room, in search for you.

Her eyebrows furrowed when she didn't see you on the couch or the kitchen, a little curiosity setting off in her, but just as she set her arms on the back of the couch, she finds you sitting on the floor, your hand in Benjamin's fur.

Finding such a sweet sight had warmed her heart, and her lips raise up as she gazes at you. You didn't know she was there at all, and you were utterly adoring the little cat, your touch gentle as it purred.

Taylor sees the tv being on, the animal documentary still present upon the screen. She blinks and trails her eyes back down to you, the smallest worry swelling in her heart. She knew you mostly only kept it on when you really needed it in the struggle of anxiety, or wanted comfort, but she decides to not question it for now.

The gentle rattle of some keys led you to turn and look behind you. In your vision, appears the blonde you were waiting for. You could see the softness her gaze holds, just the same as the one you held on the cat you're petting, which now had its eyes closed.

"You ready, or do we have to grab Benjamin with us?" Taylor asks, a giggle softly sounding out from her as she pushes herself away from the couch.

A bright smile quickly raises up on your face and you giggled too, moving to stand up, needing to reluctantly leave Benjamin laying on the floor, who was quite possibly descending slowly into a nap.

You bit your lip, taking one last look at Benjamin before going to your girlfriend. "...Buut...can we sneak him into the restaurant?" You ask, making your way to her. Taylor's eyes flicker from Benjamin's sleepy pose, then to you, a smile gracing her lips.

She shook her head gently, "No, baby," she chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer as she looks at the cat once more. "And he'd be more comfortable here."

You hum softly, your gaze lingering, before you bury your face in her shoulder and your arms wrap around her waist in a side hug. The nuzzle she felt was gentle, but it was one for comfort.

She stares down for a moment, unable to see your face. But her expression had faded into a gentle look of concern. A small somber hum from you like that wasn't something she could just ignore.

It couldn't be because of Benjamin, since you were usually fine with having the cats at home unless it was a big trip or vacation. But today was just a date out. And she couldn't help but let her eyes wander on the tv that showed the animals.

There were currently penguins on the screen, sliding across ice and waddling on the snow, and as much as she wanted to look at it or point it out to you, she can feel your pout in her shoulder, and she instinctively wraps her arms around you, looking down at you.

"...Hey...you okay?" she whispers softly just above your ear, her hand rubbing up and down your arm. You fiddle with her shirt, your fingers brushing across the fabric. Taylor's mind takes note of it, and she tilts her head, peeking at your eyes that didn't seem to make eye contact.

You start off in a hushed, quiet tone. "I don't know...I just feel so..." You trail off, trying to find the words to it. But there was not a single word that could describe it. You simply felt off.

Your shoulders tensed and you let out a breath. "I can't describe it." The slump in your stance against her was a clear sign of your defeat at trying to explain. Her eyes soften, and she smiles gently, her hand continuing its soothing motion.

Now, as her eyes trail over your appearance to figure out what was wrong, she starts to notice something. You were indeed missing something. Your hands were empty of any accessories you'd usually wear. Or any part of you, really.

It seems you had gotten entirely too focused on waking up and being on time for the date, that you had completely forgotten to grab your usual things. No wonder you couldn't see why you felt off. You hadn't even realized it yet.

Taylor thinks about it for a moment, but doesn't tell you just yet. Her hand on your arm goes down to your wrist, feeling it to be empty and seeing it being, yes, indeed bare of anything when she pulls back.

She breathes out a chuckle. It was simply a silly situation, but she leans down and kisses the top of your head as you look up at her, confused as to what made her huff out a laugh.

Your wireless headphones; She had seen you charge it last night, and your watch was left on the nightstand. She smiles softly, then led you to the front of the couch, having you sit down.

"Wait here," Taylor says, giving your hand a squeeze before walking off back to the bedroom, leaving you blinking at her vagueness.

You waited patiently, yet curiously, your eyes traveling to the doorway of your bedroom, but the wall was concealing what she was grabbing, so, instead you watched Benjamin sleeping until she came back.

The wooden floorboards of your home gently creaks when Taylor comes back, walking towards you with just a few footsteps, her heart light with love and care.

"Here, love," she said quietly, standing in front of you. In her hands, she reveals that she had brought you your watch, your headphones, and some...friendship bracelets?

She held your items carefully, making sure they don't fall. Your eyes widen in realization at the sight, and her smile grows wider, glad that the problem came to light easily.

"Oh...thank you," you whispered, looking up at her gratefully and grabbing them one by one, wearing your watch first, making sure it was on correctly. Not too loose, but not too tight.

She watches as you slide on the bracelets, and you notice each of them have a different tightness or heaviness to them, so you had a way of choosing which one you wanted on your wrist, or none at all, to which she didn't mind whichever you chose, only wanting you to be comfortable.

When you moved your hand, it made a light and quiet sound of the bracelets hitting each other, and you were in absolute awe, your mouth opening as you look at your wrist in surprise, then to Taylor, who giggled at the sight of you now moving your hand up and down to hear the light clinks. You had tried the bracelets before, but it was only one of them, so it wasn't much of a surprise.

She moves her hand up to the bracelets, hovering right over it as you pause your movements. She looks to you to see you smiling at her, and she continues on with her movement, her finger stretching one of the bracelets slightly, just enough so that the string keeping the beads together was visible, and she shows that you can slide the beads across the string; a small bonus fidget of sort with the accessory.

You, on the other hand gasped again. Taylor pulls her hands away, letting you try it out. The beads did slide across the string when you stretched the bracelet, and would go to whichever side you tilted it to.

Then, the headphones, she helped you by putting your hair back from your ears and placing it on your head. She makes sure it was connected to your phone afterwards, putting on some gentle music. Nothing too loud or upbeat in case it would interfere.

Taylor checks on your face, and sees how its grown brighter, your grounding items being rightfully back to where they belonged. You were adjusting things here and there, but she was happy you were feeling like yourself again.

She also had given you your earphones for a choice, just in case the headphones on your head felt like it was putting too much pressure. Your heart was almost about to burst at the amount of care and thought she gave to you.

"Feeling better?" she asks with a gentle gaze. Her hands were now on your shoulders as she smiles, hoping you can ease back into the world again.

You nodded gently, and relief flows into her that she was right. You always needed something to keep ahold of you, to steady you, and have you grounded for anything that could easily poke your nerves. Which is why you always took them off during nighttime; for the sake of letting go and to melt into being relaxed. But you forgot to put them back on this morning.

You smile back at her, speaking up again for once. "...I love you," you whispered, gently moving to pull her into a slow hug with your arms wrapped around her waist.

She feels the fuzzy loving feeling grow in herself, her arms going up to your shoulders to return the embrace. "I love you, too, sweetheart." She replied back, having just as much softness as you did. Her lips meet the top of your head in a loving kiss, hoping it'll help calm you down further.

"Are you ready to go, or do you wanna stay?" she asks softly, pulling back just slightly to look at you, her eyes searching yours in case you still felt like you needed to relax.

"It's okay if you wanna stay, love." She said quietly, caressing your cheek with the back of her hand. You were about to melt into a pool of puddle right in front of her with her touch and gentle voice.

"Of course, I'm going...its date day..." You say, and Taylor's eyes squeeze in happiness with her smile. You mirror her expression, moving up to kiss her on the cheek.

She smiles even wider and returns the gesture softly, her lips lingering before she gently pulls you up to stand next to her an lead you to the front door.

"Just tell me if you need anything else, okay?" She says, glancing back at you as you follow her. She holds the keys in her hand, ready to lock the front door once you were out and open the car.

"I will, baby," you whisper, your gaze on her gentle as you look at her with pure adoration, your heart full with love for her.

In the car, on the way to the date, You gently play with the bracelets in your passenger seat, seatbelt buckled in and Taylor driving steadily.

Taylor looks over to your side when she could, seeing the movement. She smiles softly, glad they could elicit some kind of comfort for you, especially since one of them was actually given by a fan, and one was made by her.

The date goes on without another problem, only with loving conversations and soft laughter.

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𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ☣︎ Chapter 37 (End)

Description: Johnathan Crane x Patient Reader. An 18 year old girl suffers from a mental disorder that Dr Crane takes an interest in, but It isn't just the disorder that catches his eye. Their love becomes so strong it drives her dangerously mad... more mad then she or him could ever imagine. 

ROMANCE + HORROR + SMUT STORY

No Batman and not everything about crane that's mentioned is correct to the actual character in DC.

TW: Violence, Sexual Content, Alcohol/Drug Use, Gore, Mental Illness, Parental Issues, Smut, Murder, Extreme Kinks (dom/crane, blood, choking, hair pulling, spanking, age gap, toys, dub-con and daddy kink) and Mention of Abuse, Assault and SA.

Not all warnings shown will be used in this exact chapter! Bold warnings are some to be expected throughout the chapter below!

I stood with my shaky knees up to him as he tucked himself into his pants half assed. With the tip of my finger I wiped my lip looking into his eyes. Eyes that looked so drained but filled with an immense amount of lust. He looked at me the way a predatory animal would. Hungry for its prey.

Johnathan lifted under me and swapped our positions. He slammed my back down onto his desk and ripped into the hem of my leggings. I was stripped down on his desk within seconds. My soaked panties were ripped by the strap with a sharp snap, and thrown onto the desk next to my face. But I couldn't complain since I wasn't the one who bought them.

Johnathan's hands gripped onto my thighs ripping them apart and pushing them up. I was completely bare and spread in the window. But luckily I was covered by Johnathan's head as he shoved it between my legs. He kneeled and squeezed incredibly tight onto my thighs as he dug his tongue as deep as he could into me. My head fell back against his desk where I let out a long and loud moan. He sucked all the way up from my dripping hole to my pulsating clit. His tongue went back and forth from circling and sucking. At occasion he would fuck me with his tongue, sticking it deep in my hole and licking my insides. Not one drip of my arousal was left untouched. He licked everything I produced making me almost go dry.

"You taste so good" He moaned with his mouth lifting just barely. His words brought me incredibly close to my edge.

I lifted my head and saw him already looking up at me while his tongue slithered along my slit. The sight became too much, I felt as if I were gonna finish so quickly just looking so I put my head back down. My thighs twitched and closed together against his head. He could sense my closeness with the way I pulsed and throbbed under his tongue. His eyes closed and his face dug deep. His hands rubbed along my thighs while he groaned into me. I uncontrollably moaned "daddy" While my fingernails dug into the wood of his desk. 

Meanwhile sounds of explosions and fear filled the city below us. Each pathetic individual inhaled the rotting gas, causing an amusing burn in their brains; Frying every last cell. 

Johnathan and I were far too busy to watch the whole thing, but just the sounds of fear from the streets alone were incredibly electrifying, arousing even. Nothing could have ever played out so beautifully. Even after the rain comes the sun, the success, the glory. We had it all. Gotham city, and soon... the whole world. 

But again, I heard the distant knock. Coming from all around me. From the walls, the ceiling. My eyes dart from every corner of the large, spacious room. My breath remains held in the chest, growing heavy and cold. I blink just a single blink. But my eyes don't open. With all my strength I still see nothing but the darkness of my own mind. My arm tries to reach, but with no movement, nothing but a numb paralyzation.

Bright, blinding light stings my eyes as they open suddenly. Above me; a large circular light, a familiar light. My head whips around, Lying on the same chair in Johnathan's office, and to my side standing concerningly, is Johnathan.

I look at myself, In the exact clothing of my first visit with Dr Crane. As for him, in the same suit as I remembered ever so vividly.

"You went out for a moment Y/N." Dr Crane slowly tilted closer to me with his clipboard clenched in his arm.

"What?" I sat up slightly and my eyes searched the room looking; desperately searching for any sign this is a dream.

"You went unconscious for about..." He peers down at his watch. "10 seconds."

"Johnathan, why are we here?" I was no longer amused with this prank of his. My tone grew paranoid while also agitated.

His face turned cold, unsettled. "How do you know my name..." He said with almost what sounds like fear. Which coming from him, was quite the surprise.

"Johnathan stop, why are you acting like that?" I sat up and leaned towards him and he in an instant began backing away from me. "Baby..." I tried to be reassuring as best as I could in this situation. "What is going on? Why are you being so weird?"

"Did you um... Happen to see anything while you were unconscious Y/N?" He said trying to keep himself serious but still with great concern. The black pen being held tightly between his fingers.

"What do you mean? No?"

"How did you figure out what my name was?"

It felt almost silly answering that. "What? We are married, why would I not know your name?"

"I am serious."

"So am I!" I felt now I could cry. It no longer felt like a joke, or a bad dream. This was real. "We moved in together, we got married, you got me a dog!" Tears welled up in my eyes. Dr Crane shook his head, in concern, but amazement. "And- and we had such beautiful sex..."

"Y/n that is inappropriate."

"But it's true! I remember every moment of it!"

Crane lowered his head, and rubbed the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

"It was nothing but a dream, Y/n." His eyes returned back up to me.

"No... w-we did so much together..."

"We didn't."

"My mom... I killed her..." My breath was heavy. "And Tanner, a-and those other people..."

"Really?" Dr Crane now became intrigued, but still holding the annoyance in his voice.

"Yes, here... S-She is paying you to kill me!" The look, and expression portrayed on Crane's face changed quickly as I revealed what I knew. He went silent. Lost for words.

"Where did you receive that information?" His eyebrows furrowed, while he brought the clipboard in front of him. Clenching it tightly.

"You told me, a-and then we; I killed her."

"In your dream perhaps, but your mother is still just down the hall."

"She's alive...?" I asked, my heart sinking in my stomach, and my blood running cold in my face.

"Yes." He said seriously with a single nod.

At that moment, I froze in my spot. I couldn't feel a single thing throughout my whole, frightened body. My vision blurred in front of me, and my hearing faded.

"Y/N?" Dr Crane's voice was nothing but a mumble coming from a distance. "Can you hear me?" He spoke again. His words still not phasing me.

With a flash of paranoia I bolted at the door, opening it roughly. I didn't feel anything, nor did I have a single thought in my delusional mind. I ran, and ran throughout the halls of the dark, medical smelling asylum.

Tears of fear and betrayal ran down my cheeks, down onto the concrete floors. My feet fell harshly and my breath heaved heavily.

Not far behind me was Dr Crane; and in the far distance of the lengthy hallway, my mother. Both of them trying to holler, and catch up to me. My eyes, and my head whipped back to them every second. Seeing them becoming closer and closer. Yelling and taunting me with such a devil-like presence.

I'd been so focused on them, on seeing the distance between us closing with every passing moment. I hadn't seen ahead of me, the concrete wall coming in contact with my head.

Everything went black, and empty. The light above grew closer; brighter, coming to me. With my little strength I tried, but couldn't move. At all. Nothing but darkness, and light surrounded me. My mind, and body are completely paralyzed.

Circling around her, Dr Crane and Ms Y/L/N peered down at her lifeless body and fractured, bleeding skull. Her mother felt a pang of relief, and also guilt with her sudden, accidental suicide.

"I-I don't know what to say..." Her mother's eyes couldn't pull away from her daughter's dead body.

"Then say nothing. Mental insanity is not to be praised. Especially with a lunatic like her. Be proud she shall never roam Gotham City again."

"Thank you, Dr Crane." Her mother nodded, turning her eyes to him.

"Do not thank me, but your child for doing us all a favor in taking her own life."

The End

[warsamongthestars]

I became curious about something; how different do you think things would go if someone else but Crosshair had a 'functioning chip'? Say Hunter was the one 'loyal' to the Empire. Because then the rest of the Batch would suddenly stand leaderless for instance. Ignoring the bad writing of the show of course. (Sorry if you've covered this somewhere already.)

I prolly have covered it? I don't think so, but I also don't remember, and I am doomed to inevitably repeat things as all who forget their history are will to do...

I think that the situation is an interesting story to explore.

But if it followed TBB's logic, it would be one that, unfortunately, would inevitably done the same things that occur in TBB, without fail and maybe with only minor to insignificant one-line differences.

( Almost word per word, exactly like a fanfiction rewrite that spends a majority of its time just copy pasting lines word per word without taking it stories into new directions... just merely adding scenes that get a Mature Rating slapped on )

Because TBB is not, in fact, written to tell stories but sell you something for attention and subscription money. It was never going to be deep, it was only going to bank on hype, rush and attention-of-the-moment; and it was never going to follow any kind of character or character arc beyond how it affects their OC and the OC's rival character.

So to follow the lines of this logic, to follow TBB, is to place Hunter as Omega's anime rival... and it would be just like Crosshair's arc, if not exactly. Maybe a change of planet, maybe a change from sniper rifle to combat knife, exchange the energy bow for a vibrosword, but the result wouldn't be any different.

BUT.

If we were to follow the line of thinking, with the idea that unique characters make the plot, they are not made by the plot... And that means following the character as they are introduced and presented, with all implications in mind, with the world build of Star Wars and the set up of the Clone Wars...

And of course, adding the best parts-- human experience and human imagination in a beautifully gruesome mesh-like disaster...

It starts with the fact that the Bad Batch are killers first and foremost. They brag about putting down insurrections and killing the people involved [the Yalbec story from the Bad Batch arc of season 7. The implications behind their bragging are horrifying, so I grabbed popcorn.], as well as the fun additional information that suggests why there was an insurrection [ I'd be pretty pissed too if my giant bug mother was hunted down and killed because her stinger was delicious to some cultures, and even more so if the Republic we're apart of does nothing about it. ]

They all follow the Empire, because its easy. Even better, they're highly regarded for their skills, probably finally get a paycheck with benefits. To the bad batchers, there really isn't much difference between the Empire and the Republic, the Empire is just the Republic with the shackles off anyway, and they're just continuing what they've been doing since deployment.

But because the chip runs on regular clone genome, not their mutant modified brains, that's when conflict would begin arise.

That's the sciencey-bullshit explanation.

The narrative-bullshit explanation, is that the strongest parts of each character can break through the evil-artifact's influence, provided that what is strong about them isn't what the evil-artifact attaches / attacks.

That's a general set up. So let's add your suggestion as a spark point to get stories going moving forward. Setting up the setting is all nice and dandy, but we need Ideas now.

So let's add in the idea that while everyone knows something is probably wrong, but can't quite put their finger on it, they know that there is obviously up with Hunter.

He's colder, he's more vicious, he's not the anxious compulsive snarker now, he's seemingly more a perfect soldier than any reg. Orders are absolute and be damned to anyone in the way.

( It was already noticed that the regs are acting like that too, regardless if they were like that before, and this on the backburner of the minds of the Bad Batch. But because most of the Bad Batchers are "special" (save Echo, who is freaking out) they don't consider themselves to be as knee deep in the cacky as they actually are. )

Echo is the very first one to call it out. He knows something is wrong. His brothers aren't acting right, the Bad batch have been getting these odd headaches, and Hunter has done a total 180. But given that Echo is new, the rest of the Batch try to confront Hunter.

( The jedi are dead. Echo saw the massacre reports and recordings via his new built-in hacking skills. Rex is dead, Jesse is dead, Kix is dead--everyone he has ever known, is gone. And if they're not gone, they are certainly not them anymore. Echo wants desperately to trust his squad--they're the only ones left... )

They send Wrecker first, because its hard to do anything to Wrecker. Wrecker's general warmhearted rough housing, results in being yelled at and given a vicious cold shoulder. Wrecker leaves Hunter alone, and becomes depressed.

Then its Tech, who isn't a socialite by any means, and tries to break the ice, so to speak, with fun information facts he's learned. When Hunter ignores him, Tech skips right into direct confrontation, breaking down that there is something wrong going on and they're in the middle of it, Hunter shuts him down. Tech leaves Hunter alone, and copes by putting his mind to a nearby droid project, and never saying a word to anyone.

Then the big one, Crosshair. Second in command, confident and in control, and the biggest asshole when he has had it with someone. He straight up confronts Hunter, no preamble, though unlike the avoidant Wrecker or the bullheaded Tech in confrontations, Crosshair hits his marks.

"You weren't like this before." "You're acting like a Reg." "Since when did we care about Orders?" "Since when did we care about missions beyond surviving them and the GAR?" "You notice how the Empire is killing regs enmass?" "You're going to led us to our death with that attitude."

( It should be noted, that Hunter's original self, has just enough capacity over his chipped brainwashing to not report his brothers, nor to execute them for defying Order 66. )

( This is not enough, however, to stop him from retaliating with the full force of a wild animal. )

Hunter and Crosshair end up in a fight. Hunter, at his worst, is a vicious dirty fighter who uses his environment and flexibility and stealth, to take down an opponent. He is wicked wiht a knife and small arms, Crosshair's absolute weakness as a primarily long ranged fighter. Hunter, chip or no chip, does not attack to kill his brothers, but Crosshair is dragged to medical afterwards for an "incident with a training droid".

Echo has had enough. Lines have been crossed, he has been told to sit back and wait for the team to handle it, his own feelings are a chaotic mess, and now his alarms are going off.

Whatever is going on with the clone army and with Hunter, its not something that can be reasoned with, and its certainly not something that can be done about when under the scrutiny of these natborn officers.... These new officers who would order public staff executions, and gods knows what else they do to the planets they occupy...

The only decision is to run and maybe, find a way to help from the outside, because they're not doing shit here.

( with dragging of feet and looming disaster in their minds ("We're just, leaving Hunter behind!?"), it doesn't take much for Echo to convince the remaining squad that they can't handle Hunter right now, but maybe, just maybe, they can find help and get him later. )

( "He'll be fine, he has to be fine, they aren't going to kill him because of our failure, that'd just be a... waste of resource," says Echo, "We just need to sell it like its a mutiny." )

They do. Hunter is hard to deal with one on one, but collectively (well, minus a wounded Crosshair) its easy to cause a scene and punch his lights out in front of cameras.

The tricky bit is running to the Havoc Marauder. They are, of course, successful, but not without some strange, unseen, outside help from a blond haired clone cadet we haven't seen up onto this point. To CF99, it just seems like coincidence that the blast doors reopen as they're closing, and that training droids are suddenly flooding hallways.

They fly off.

And that would be... well, at least the first five episodes maybe? No TV show movie or 1 hour episode start, just, full on first quarter of season 1.

This is just my idea of it... but it starts with setting Echo up as the leader of the Bad Batch, and it does not involve Omega having center stage, but merely being an implied part of plot to be revealed later.

As for what happens going forward, that depends on what we want them to face. Do we want them inevidably heading to Wayland? Does Wayland even exist as it does in TBB or is it something else? Does Pabu exist or maybe are we canonizing old media planets into the Disney verse? Does Cid exist or is someone else around?

The best thing about a over arching episodic story... is that you can literally do anything, as long as you know the world build and the rules of the "game". There's a lot more that can be done in the STar Wars sandbox than just rehashing familiar shit for kudos and likes.

But we can set up a few things from what we know prior and from what this set up already has.

Rex is out there, starting the Rebellion, and he's working to free clones--which is perfect in order to get Hunter back. This also sets up the reveal of the chips as well as the fact that it was Fives who discovered them, and it was only by slim chance, that Rex ever escaped in the first place.

Crosshair would understand the logic of leaving Hunter, but the emotional impact of leaving a brother for potential dead, would immediately make him a rival challenging character to Echo. The writing rules of this situation, however, is to make him merely a rival, not a saboteur. Just because someone is a dick, doesn't mean they're going to unscrew the ship engine and tell the enemy where you're at. This is very important to keep in mind.

Each Bad Batcher would have an episode to come to terms with leaving Hunter, facing what their relationship with him meant to them, and dealing with the possibility that he may or may not come back. Part of this is returning to a post-battle Kamino and finding 99 was killed, which would play into why each Batcher is anxious.

Just as well, for emotional character scores that doesn't involve the plot or grief, each Batcher gets an episode to face the galaxy on their own merits, potentially leading them to a finale arc later on for when this initial over-arching plot is over, as a way to either allow the next over-arching plot or to retire the character for now. Rule of writing? It has to bee on their merits alone, not detailing their relationship with their team.

Of course we're going to have team episodes that help define to the audience what kind of relationship with batcher has with one another.

And we're gonna need episodes where the Bad Batchers butt heads with Echo as Echo leads a team that he wasn't a vital part of, and didn't share much history with.

Obviously we have to save Hunter. None of this 3 years separation-dangle-him-in-your-face shit. And Just as the other batchers get their own character episodes, both for their histories and themselves facing the world--Hunter needs those too without the looming threat of the chip. But before we get there, we're going to have fun with his chip episodes but allowing him to have an evil arc with obvious internal conflict--as his true self fights with the evil outside forces controlling his life.

I know I don't like her as she's treated in TBB, but Omega would be an interesting character to use without putting her in the spotlight. We do need someone around who knows their medical. Just maybe she's integral to freeing Hunter...

Because I love a dose of self indulgence, and every writers needs that in their stories, each Batcher gets a Chip episode or Chip Arc in some fashion. Enough to ensure character conflict and growth, and also to inspire fans to create their own Chip AUs. Could be that, because of how CF99 was made, removing their chips are a lot more complicated than just a brain operation on a derelict ship.

New Clones introduced of course. Perhaps those who would've filled in for clones who died in TCWs--like, since Commander Ponds die, who was Windu's new Commander for the rest of the war? And those from TBB, cos let's face it, thems were awesome too. Mayday might just survive this time!

No Guest Characters. If there are, they need to have a serious connection to clones, other wise, someone is robbing story and character for cameo rights, and that's not how you make a story. This is a clone story.

If we're gonna have Rex, we need Cody. Cody needs to be totally chipped as a foremost example of how bad the chip gets. He's meant to serve exactly as he's intended, as he's done in all his appearances, and in this case, he needs to additionally be Rex's rival and antagonist character.

And the final writing rule, the most important one...

Clone stories need to have an element of tragedy and finality. You don't have to kill a main character to get it, but there is no happy ending here.

The happy ending is performed by Luke Skywalker in "Return of the Jedi".

We can only achieve Bittersweet, at best. Everyone can live, and still lose.

Its by this rule, that Order 66 really is the tragedy its born to be and not just an excuse for the plot to get rid of all the Jedi characters.

We should see its direct effects as a clone story, and not just some one handed episode that never becomes relevant again. When this story ends, the loose ends should be on purpose as a message of "Because of the events leading to this story, this rope is permanently cut and can never be tied again. This is not a place of honor, we are survivors of the worst and the world cannot be fixed."

...

I wasn't expecting to write a full episode with a concept board attached, but damn, here you go, a full novel for your question.

[lemonandlime22]

Adventure into the enchanted forest

Warning(s): [none]

Summary: Rook takes you on an enchanting adventure with a glowing surprise

A/N: This is a bday present for @lorkai , I hope you are having/had an amazing birthday and got everything you wanted!! i hope you enjoy this, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVEY!!!

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Gentle gloved fingers ran through your hair as you slowly opened your eyes to see the French blonde above you, staring so lovingly into your eyes. His hair was pulled back into a small bun with his bangs hanging in front of his face, and his signature hat was nowhere to be seen. His face, looking down so softly at yours, was covered in shadow but the bright sunlight from above gave him a peaceful halo of the yellow light. 

With a voice as soft and smooth as silk, he whispered, “Well good morning, ma lumière” his smile grew “You are as beautiful at the morning sun, and dare I say you shine twice as bright just as you wake,,,” he trails off with a dreamy sigh and continues to stare

You can’t help but burst into giggles at the cheesiness of his words but you know he was telling the truth, he is never one to say what he doesn’t mean. “You are such a dork,” you say through giggles as you reach up and pinch his nose. He laughs as well and lifts you to scatter kisses all over your face.

It was your birthday and Rook wasted no time planning a special day with you. Rook took you deep into the forest with nothing but the promise of a beautifully adventurous day, a promise to which he did not disappoint. The day was spent exploring the forest, picnicking, watching animals, and him telling you all about the plants and wildlife that surrounded you.

But Rook had a certain place, in particular, he wanted to show you. He gestured for the two of you to stand up and, taking your hand, led you as you covered your eyes at his request. The closer you got the scent of blooming flowers surrounded and engulfed you with a calming sensation along with the sound of rushing water. Rook stopped and helped you out of your shoes, still telling you to keep your eyes covered. Once your shoes were off he softly took your free hand in his and pulled you close with water engulfing your feet to your ankles. 

He slowly took your hand for your eyes and walked backward with both your hands in his, staring lovingly at you walked backward at the edge of the small lake towards the waterfall, never once taking his eyes off of you. You didn’t have the strength to look away for a moment, even as you were both enveloped in shadow. 

Rook had taken you behind the small waterfall into a grotto that looked to be filled with millions of luminescent pebbles. The glow illuminated his face as he softly smiled to himself and turned to the mystical cave, still holding your hand, he calmly sighed before speaking,

“This is a secret place” he looked back into your eyes, his filled with pure affection “I relax here when I go hunting. I wanted to show this to you so if you ever need a safe place to breathe, you can always come here” 

You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face at his words and gesture. You let go of his hand and enclose your arms around him in a tight hug, which he happily reciprocates.

“Ah! I nearly forgot!” Rook exclaimed before pulling away and reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small emerald green box,

 “Your gift!” He exclaimed proudly as he presented the box in his hand to you. 

Rook opened the velvet box to reveal a ring with what seemed to be one of the many glowing rocks, it was a simple style with the magical pebble being the main focus but there was an Intricate design with the band that seemed to be vines. You were taken aback and speechless, your breath hitched in your throat, but Rook happily explained,

“A promise ring, ma lumière, so that you know, no matter what, you’ll always have someone you can go to, someone that’s always proud of you, someone that loves you.” A soft caring smile filled his face as he looked longingly at you. You couldn’t form a word, but your smile that grew with every moment and eyes that held nothing but joy were all he needed as confirmation, and he gently slid the ring onto your finger.

You both embraced in a tight comforting hug, neither one of you ever wanting to let go of the other. 

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[radianttulsibabe]

About me Post

This account seems to be making friends fairly quickly. So, I thought I'd share some things about me because that is a popular thing on here. I started this account because my husband thought that I would enjoy the site.

I was born on a Friday in a year of the boar on one of the hottest days of that year in a desert in the middle of the night. I believe my mom said that week was well over 100F and it finally got down to around 60F by the time I was born- under a water sun, with earth signs in the rest of my houses.

I have bright blue eyes that people always comment on and say they look like giant flowers or some say the moon.

The name my mother gave me means 'the victorious and beautifully bright one, born of the white sea'. She said she scrapped the other names she was considering when she finally held me in her arms.

I was born with a red forehead that gets more intense or less intense with my moods. I often cover it up with makeup that matches the rest of my skin tone so that people don't stare or ask questions, but recently, I had a slight mishap with the kumkum on my forehead spreading across my face...I blended it in with a beauty blender instead of setting powder and for some reason it made made skin look less red than when I was using setting powder so I just do that now and I feel much cuter than with the heaps of makeup. I also have a red lightning bolt/dragon shaped birthmark on the back of my head that grows down my neck when I'm emotional. It's just how I was born but my hubby said to include it in my about me post so it's there :)

My earliest memories are of my mother and I eating porridge with berries, sitting on the floor, where she would tell me the story of the Ramayana.

My favorite colors are deep red, aubergine purple, rani pink peacock teal, and gold. They have been my entire life except for a few years in my teens when I was adopted by saffron/ blaze orange.

My lucky numbers are 7, 21, & 13. My lucky days are Tuesday and Friday.

My favorite food is kheer. Laddoos take a close second, but kheer has my heart. I also love western style rice pudding and wouldn't say no if a reputable company decided to sponsor my love for rice pudding/ kheer because it is life.

I have a passion for textiles. I love hand loom, block print, hand embroidery because you can feel the generations of craftsmanship in the pieces. I have dabbled in textile work for a minute I sew, weave, spin, knit, crochet, embroider, etc. Not anywhere at the commercial level but for small projects, one off events and clients, friends and family. I am forever mesmerized by all of the beautiful textile creations from all people from around the world. Each region and culture bring so much beauty to something people use everyday. I am a supporter of slow fashion and reusing quality textiles. I love natural fiber and pieces made with love.

I love animals. And for some reason owls keep popping up in my life. I fought it forever but everyone I know was convinced owls were my favorite animals. I tried to tell people I liked elephants and dolphins and snakes, but they were convinced it was owls. Owls would follow me when I was a child and sit outside my window at night. My grandfather was colleagues with an owl handler and when I was a child they would let me take a great horned owl named Merlin to school for show and tell. Later I worked at a park that by chance had an extensive owlery. I was friends with the falconer and we had much fun with the birds. My university mascot for undergrad is an owl and at this point I've stopped fighting it. The owls and I have a bond that I can't explain and they are fun to have around. There is a small owl that has a seasonal nest in the trees outside my bedroom window. It's fun to say hello when it comes to visit.

I've ridden horses most of my life. I've ridden more horses than I can count. My favorite mare was a small red and white paint. My husband had a white horse forever until it spent its last years as a little girl's lesson horse- which I think is adorable. My grandfather would always joke that one day a tall dark prince would come to take me away and he'd ride a white horse and carry me away on a mustang. Turns out it wasn't exactly a joke because my hubsy is pretty tall, dark, handsome, and he had a white horse growing up- our getaway car at our wedding was a mustang. There may have been some foreshadowing there that child me thought was teasing. I didn't tell anyone about that until after we were married but my grandfather did get a good laugh at the wedding. Hubby said to share that too.

Speaking of...my husband and I met at a party on a Friday the 13th Valentine's ball where he introduced himself and then in the next breath proposed marriage- to which I promptly said no. At the time I was in school and also doing ambassador work representing the cattle/dairy industry. He was working at his family's farm and also in the cattle/dairy industry. We became good friends, then one day we had dinner together, attended an art show, and have since become more or less inseparable. Before we married he would drive me to events after his work day in this little gold car and we would talk for hours. Some of the best memories I have was going to the cattle and agriculture shows.

We tried to elope but had to wait until my ambassador work was done because I was under contract. Once it concluded, we were married within a couple months- much to the chagrin of my family. My brother had tried to get me to marry one of his friends- the fellow was basically my husband's cousin but the relationship didn't work out too well, and then my husband ended up obviously becoming my husband. My parents initially agreed to our marriage and then they removed their blessing after we had the date set with the priest. We proceeded anyways but they did not attend our ceremony at the temple, they did however attend some of the pre events and the reception afterwards. The entire week was mostly one big stressful blur, but we did end up married and that's the important part. One of the many interesting things about our wedding that- I feel inclined to share in this post as the entire event was one interesting thing after another- is that the actual ceremony's original scheduling was delayed by a couple hours due to the priest having an unplanned situation that overlapped with our original time. We ended up being married under the Makara sign instead of the planned Vishakha sign, and consequently due to the time change we were also married during a Tripushkar Yoga. My parents are still furious about the entire ordeal and it was a good number of years ago- enough to get over it by now. They had hoped I would have picked an attorney or doctor or decorated military man, over a cowboy/farmer, but when you know that someone is part of your soul, you can't exactly stop the inevitable. And apparently, the stars literally aligned for the moment so one really can't argue with Bhagavan on the time for something to be accomplished. What many deemed inauspicious ended up being auspicious for our marriage. There were over 1500 person at our wedding. We have since had multiple unplanned wedding ceremonies in front of different groups as they wanted to also see us married and couldn't attend our initial ceremony. Which upon reflection, the timing would make sense that the good deed done during that time multiplied itself. Since our initial wedding, we have traveled over 200,000 miles together and have moved over 11 times. We've met the most incredible people, visited some amazing temples, and have had some fairly wild adventures. Getting married was the most stressful day of my life, but the since then part has very much been worth it.

We both come from joint families. He grew up towards the mountains, and I grew up towards the lakes and rivers- we were separated by a forest and found out that we actually had many of the same friends. When we were dating we would meet in the middle or he would come visit me. A few times I would travel to his family home but he would usually fetch me and bring me back. We are the only couple on both sides who didn't live as a married couple with one set of parents for at least a year or two- in I think it's somewhere around 5 generations or more. So that's been an interesting situation to navigate- to say the least.

I studied engineering at university. It was the typical school is life and you will be an engineer story. If you are on this blog, you probably know what I'm talking about. I now teach privately.

During the lockdown I spent most of my time studying Traditional Chinese Medicine, Qui Gong, Ayurveda, Yoga, Traditional Thai Medicine, and Western Sports Science. I figured if I was going to be removed from my original plan for career development, I might as well turn inward. During that time I learned a lot and am so grateful for the few years of relative solitude I could devote to deepen those studies. Some of my classes were remote and some of my classes were social distanced in person with incredibly small class sizes- so the relationship with the teachers became incredibly intimate. It's a time in my life that provided incredible nurturing for the person I need to be today.

As far as this account goes, I'm apparently here to share a bit about me and my adventures, but I started the account to share the beautiful Shri art that I find on the internet. I wasn't originally going to share anything about myself, but it came out organically and until I feel otherwise, I might as well share. I tend to stay relatively to myself so it's good to make friends who also love LakshmiNaryana.

Anyways. this is probably long enough for now. I may edit it as I go. I'm sure more "personal lore drops" will make their way to the blog as this progresses. but for now, blessings my friends and welcome to this blog that mixes my love for all things Shri with a little bit of me.

I hope you remember to dance and to go through life joyfully.

<3 Rukmini

PS for those wondering, I did eat chocolate chip biscuits and milk while writing this. If you were next to me, I entirely would have shared. I hope you know I thought about sharing with every bite.