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Scales and Arpeggios

pairing | aemond x wife!reader word count | 4.3k words summary | aemond and his wife share tender moments with their children, engaging in music lessons that bring warmth and joy to their family amidst the shadows of the dance of dragons.

note | slight angst, hotd au (greens win), KING AEMOND, toothrotting fluffff, children, no description of reader, fluffy Aemond, soft aemond, pregnant!reader a/n | aristocats inspired (duchess and her kittens), I thought of this this morning. I really needed this fluff after all my negative thoughts and feelings. also don't worry, I have all my requests in the making, and in my draft's - prepare for the angst and feels.

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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Aemond was tired.

Day upon day, his life was mired in endless council meetings, audiences with quarrelsome lords, and grievances of the peasantry, all in the name of healing a realm ravaged by war.

It had been two years since the Dance of the Dragons had torn through the land, yet the scars remained, as fresh as the charred ruins left in the dragons’ wake.

And here he was, King of the Seven Kingdoms—but at what bitter cost. He had bested Daemon in the fierce clash over the God’s Eye, and his half-sister, the self-styled Queen, had been devoured by her own madness.

She met her end as Sunfyre tore her asunder upon Aegon’s command. Not long after, Aegon himself succumbed to his wounds, leaving the crown a hollow prize.

Aemond had defeated the Blacks. The traitors were vanquished, their cause snuffed out. But his family had been taken in the fires of war. Jaehaerys murdered; young Maelor torn apart; Daeron slain.

Helaena, dear Helaena, had taken her own life. And Aegon—Aegon had burned away with his dragon, his defiance crumbling under the agony of his wounds.

All that remained of his bloodline were fleeting shadows of memory and ashes of kin. Only his wife, the woman bound to him since he was but fourteen, remained steadfast.

Through the dark days of the war, you had been his only constant, his sole source of solace. In the end, that was all he had left: his bride, his son Aeron, his niece Jaehaera, and his mother, Queen Alicent, who clung to life with a frail resilience.

It was his wife, too, who had stayed his hand when he considered the fates of Daemon’s daughters. You had urged him to spare the lives of Baela and Rhaena, allowing them sanctuary with their sole surviving brother, Aegon the Younger, now far away in Driftmark.

And yet, his mother had been torn asunder by grief, the madness that followed the loss of three of her children consuming her like a wildfire. Just months ago, Alicent had succumbed to the cruel grip of Winter Fever, and with her passing, the warmth of their family had dimmed further.

He blamed himself, for in his fervor to protect his own—the children he adored and his beloved wife—he had allowed himself to be blind to his mother’s decline. Each day, he devoted himself to the care and nurturing of Aeron and Daenys, ensuring Jaehaera felt the presence of family, while the ever-looming responsibilities of the crown overshadowed his duties as a son.

Now, he barely caught glimpses of the life that remained. He would rise in the early hours, the dawn light casting a soft glow upon his wife’s sleeping form, a fleeting moment of peace before he was swept away by the relentless tide of royal obligations.

In the fleeting minutes before he departed for court, he could only admire the serene lines of your face, knowing that the day would steal him from your side again.

The children were no better; brief encounters in the corridors felt like whispers of a past he could hardly grasp. Aeron would be playing with his toys, and Daenys might be crawling after the palace cats, laughter echoing softly in the halls, but those joyful sounds seemed distant, muffled by the duties that consumed him.

But on this day, a flicker of fortune shone upon him; he had managed to complete his duties earlier than usual. Typically, he toiled long into the night, only to return to the warmth of their chambers when all were asleep. Though it was after supper, a glimmer of hope sparked within him that perhaps he could still find them, to grasp those precious moments he had so dearly missed.

Through the dimly lit corridors of the Red Keep, the young Prince Aeron and Princess Jaehaera raced, their laughter echoing against the cold stone walls as they hurried toward the music lesson that awaited them. The air was filled with the thrill of their spirited competition, each eager to claim the title of first to arrive.

As they rounded a corner, Jaehaera noticed Aeron pulling ahead, determination etched across his small face. In a quick, daring move, she reached out and tugged at his tunic, managing to pull him back just enough to dart ahead. “Me first!” she shouted, her voice ringing with triumph.

Not to be outdone, Aeron swiftly grabbed hold of her arm, attempting to halt her advance. “And why should you be first?” he challenged.

Jaehaera strained against his grip, lifting her chin defiantly as she met his gaze. “Because I am the future queen, that’s why!” she declared, her voice bold and unwavering.

With that, she broke free, dashing down the corridor, but Aeron was quick on her heels, bumping her to the side in a playful shove that almost sent her sprawling against the wall. “You’re not a queen! You’re nothing but my cousin!” he yelled.

Jaehaera shot him a fierce glare, her brows knitting together. “I’ll show you if I’m a queen or not,” she murmured under her breath, determination simmering in her tone as they neared the door to the music room.

In a last-ditch effort to claim victory, Jaehaera pushed Aeron aside just as they reached the threshold. He stumbled slightly but quickly regained his footing, throwing a frown her way. “Fight fair, Jae!”

Without missing a beat, she rolled her eyes and slipped into the room, only to be met with an unexpected shove from Aeron as he followed closely behind. He hadn’t meant to, but the force sent Jaehaera tumbling to the ground with a hard thud that echoed in the hall.

She shot him a fierce glare, her lips forming a pout as she rubbed her side. “Now that hurt!” she exclaimed, the hint of a whine creeping into her voice.

“Aunty! Aunty!” she called out, her tone shifting to one of urgency.

Moments later, you entered the room, carrying Daenys on your hip. A mixture of sternness and affection danced on your face as you regarded the two children. “Jaehaera, my darling, Jaehaera,” you said, your voice firm but softening with a smile. “You must stop that; it is really not ladylike.”

Your gaze shifted to Aeron, your tone turning slightly admonishing. “And you, Aeron, such behavior is most unbecoming of a lovely gentleman.”

Aeron’s cheeks flushed, and he scowled at Jaehaera, ready to defend himself. “Well, she started it,” he retorted, crossing his arms defiantly.

Jaehaera, unfazed, lifted her chin in a gesture of regal disdain, pointedly turning her gaze away from him. “Queens do not start fights,” she declared, her voice dripping with authority. Then, with a scrunch of her nose, she added, “But they can finish them.”

Aeron rolled his eyes dramatically at Jaehaera, sticking out his tongue in mockery, but the jest was short-lived as he heard his mother’s voice call out from across the room. “Now, Aeron, don’t be rude,” you scolded, your tone firm but laced with affection.

He turned to you, flashing an innocent smile, his eyes wide with feigned innocence. “We were just practicing fighting and pushing,” he replied, his words punctuated by an exaggerated shrug that only added to the mischief of the moment.

You felt a jolt of discomfort at his words, a wave of haunting memories crashing over you. The echoes of past conflicts flickered in your mind—battles fought and lives lost, the heavy price of such lessons. “Targaryens do not practice fighting and pushing and things like that,” you replied, your voice low, the irony of your own words hanging heavily in the air. “It is just horrible.”

With a determined effort, you sought to redirect the conversation and lighten the mood. “Now,” you began, your expression softening as you turned your gaze to Daenys, nestled in your arms, her tiny form clearly on the brink of sleep.

You smiled adoringly at her, a sense of calm washing over you as you looked back at Jaehaera and Aeron. “Why don’t you two head over to the piano, and let’s begin our lesson?”

“Yes, Aunty!” Jaehaera chirped, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as she practically danced toward the instrument, subtly shouldering Aeron aside.

Aeron glared at Jaehaera, his indignation flaring up momentarily, but he quickly turned to you with a soft nod. “Yes, Mama,” he replied.

“It’s time to practice your scales and your arpeggios,” you encouraged, as you moved toward the piano. You settled onto the chaise beside it, Daenys resting her head comfortably against your shoulder, her eyes half-closed as she watched her brother and cousin with a sleepy fascination.

Jaehaera stood poised beside the grand piano, her back straight and shoulders squared, a picture of determination. She cleared her throat, the sound echoing softly in the air, and waited expectantly for Aeron to begin.

However, she cast him a pointed glare as he took his sweet time, leisurely warming up his hands as if the lesson were no pressing matter.

Finally, after an impatient moment, Jaehaera announced, “I’m ready, Maestro,” her voice ringing with a blend of authority and hautiness.

Aeron shot her a sideways glance, his mischievous grin returning as he subtly shifted his foot and stomped down hard onto Jaehaera’s, eliciting a sharp squeak from her.

“Aunty, he did it again!” she exclaimed, turning her wide eyes toward you, indignation clear in her voice.

Aeron, unfazed, looked away, propping his chin on his hand with an exaggerated air of nonchalance. “Tattletale,” he whispered in response.

You carefully rubbed Daenys' back, the gentle motion soothing your daughter. Your patience was unwavering, as you said, “Now, Aeron, please, darling, settle down and play me your pretty little song.” Your voice was calm, and your tone both firm and nurturing.

With a resigned sigh, Aeron nodded, his playful demeanor shifting as he positioned himself at the piano. “Yes, Mama,” he murmured, fingers poised above the keys. As he began to play, the room filled with the soft, melodic strains of his music.

Aemond was at a loss, frustration tightening his chest as he searched the sprawling halls of the Red Keep for you. He had scoured your shared chambers, his personal solar, and the children’s bedrooms, but you were nowhere to be found.

The sinking feeling in his gut only grew as he realized he needed assistance, and at last, he sought out one of the guards stationed nearby.

The guard cleared his throat and straightened slightly, sensing the prince’s impatience. “At Her Grace's music lessons, sire,” he replied, his tone respectful.

“Music lessons?” Aemond murmured to himself, brow furrowing in confusion. He had not realized such an event was taking place, nor had he been informed of it.

Without another moment's hesitation, he rushed in the direction indicated, making his way down a seldom-used wing of the castle, its walls lined with faded tapestries and the whispers of history.

As he drew closer, he heard the unmistakable sound of a piano, its notes cascading through the air like a gentle stream, drawing him forward.

Coming closer to the door, he opened it quietly before he peeked his head inside, his heart melting at the sight as he heard Jaehaera's voice.

"Do mi sol do do sol mi do," the girl of six summers sang, her voice young and somewhat pitchy as she sang confidently, "Every truly cultured music student knows. You must learn your scales and your arpeggios Finger music ringing from your chest And not your nose. While you sing your scales and your arpeggios"

Aemond stood just beyond the doorway, a swell of pride filling his chest as he watched his five-year-old son, Aeron, seated at the piano. The boy’s fingers danced across the keys with a mixture of enthusiasm and concentration, his small face lit with determination.

To Aemond’s surprise, Aeron broke into song as well, his voice sweet yet tinged with the tremor of youth. “If you’re faithful to your daily practicing, you will find your progress is encouraging,” he sang, each note imbued with his budding confidence.

Beside him, Jaehaera stood, arms crossed and a hint of exasperation in her eyes as she rolled them subtly at Aeron’s exuberance. Aeron continued, his voice growing bolder yet still wavering, “Do mi sol me do, mi sol me fa la sol, it goes. When you do your scales and your arpeggios.”

Jaehaera lifted her voice to sing her part again, “Do mi so do,” but she was abruptly cut off by Aeron, who had become overly enthusiastic at the piano, his fingers now racing across the keys with fervor.

“Do mi sol do, do sol mi do,” you chimed in, your voice ethereal and melodic, casting a gentle spell over the room. Aemond found his gaze drawn to you, the light catching your features as you sang alongside the children.

Jaehaera quickly fell in with you, her voice harmonizing beautifully, “Do mi sol do, do sol mi do. Though at first it seems as though it doesn’t show, like a tree, ability will bloom and grow.”

In your arms, Daenys, who had previously been drifting off to sleep, now sat wide awake, her bright eyes filled with wonder as she attempted to mimic the words you and Jaehaera sang. Her babbling intermingled with the melody.

The three of you continued in unison, your voices intertwining, “If you’re smart, you’ll learn by heart what every artist knows. You must sing your scales.....and your arpeggios.”

Aemond leaned against the doorframe, a small smile gracing his lips as he took in the delightful scene unfolding before him. The flickering light of the candles cast a warm glow across the room, illuminating the joy radiating from his children.

Aeron beamed at you, his face aglow with pride as the final notes of the song faded into the air. “How was that, Mama?” he asked, his bright eyes shining with eager anticipation.

You turned to him, your heart swelling with affection. “Absolutely wonderful, my love,” you replied, your voice laced with warmth and encouragement. Just as you opened your mouth to add more praise, a small, excited voice broke through the moment.

“Kēpa! Kēpa!” Daenys cried out, her tiny hands clapping together in delight, her wide lilac eyes fixed on the door where Aemond stood.

All three of you turned your attention toward the threshold, and Aemond couldn’t help but feel a slight flush of warmth at the sight of his little girl’s enthusiasm. He stood there, somewhat awkwardly.

“Do you wish to join us, my king?” you teased gently, a playful amusement dancing in your tone as you gestured for him to enter.

Aemond gave you a small smile before striding into the room, the familiar weight of his crown momentarily forgotten in the presence of his family.

Daenys, her cherubic face lighting up with excitement, eagerly raised her arms toward him, and he scooped her up effortlessly from your embrace, her giggles filling the air. “I was not aware there were music lessons in the first place,” he remarked, an amused glimmer in his eye.

“Merely for the children’s entertainment, I assure you,” you replied softly, your heart warmed by the sight of your husband.

Aemond shot you a skeptical glance, an eyebrow arching slightly as he nodded. “Oh, I am sure,” he replied, a hint of teasing lacing his tone.

“Father, did you see how I played?” Aeron asked eagerly, his small hands still resting on the piano keys, a bright grin spreading across his face.

“Yes, I did,” Aemond said, his expression softening as he smiled down at his son. “Much better than any bard I’ve heard.” The pride in his voice was unmistakable, and Aeron beamed at the praise.

“And did you see how I sang, uncle?” Jaehaera chimed in, her voice a melodic chime that danced through the air like the notes of the piano.

“Yes, of course,” Aemond replied, nodding with genuine admiration. “One day, you might even come to rival the Queen’s voice.” The compliment brought a bright flush to Jaehaera's cheeks, her eyes sparkling with delight.

“She’ll be even better than me,” you murmured, a soft smile gracing your lips as you watched the exchange unfold.

As the children chattered excitedly, desperate for their King's attention, your gaze drifted to the doorway, where you spotted your maid, Emery, standing patiently, signaling that it was time for bed.

You cleared your throat gently, drawing the children's attention back to you. “Children, it’s time to go to bed,” you announced softly, your voice laced with warmth yet firm.

Aeron turned to you, his wide eyes shimmering with innocence as he clasped his hands together in a pleading gesture. “Do we have to, Mama? Father just got here,” he implored, his lower lip jutting out in a way that made your heart ache.

You sighed, feeling your resolve weaken under the weight of his pleas. However, Aemond came to your rescue, his hand affectionately ruffling Aeron’s fluffy silver hair. “And I’ll come say goodnight once you are in bed, little king,” he promised, his voice soothing and reassuring.

You tilted your head toward the door, giving a gentle nudge. “Emery is waiting for you,” you murmured, the soft authority in your tone guiding them toward the inevitable.

Disappointment flickered in both Jaehaera’s and Aeron’s eyes, yet they nodded reluctantly. Jaehaera approached your side and planted a tender kiss on your cheek, her small frame radiating warmth as she bid you goodnight.

Following her lead, Aeron hurried to do the same, his kiss lingering a moment longer before he bent down to press his lips against your swelling stomach, his sweet gesture eliciting a smile from you.

Aemond, observing the tender moment, passed baby Daenys into your arms. She giggled excitedly, her laughter a delightful sound as you smothered her with kisses, before you handed Daenys to Emery, who was prepared to lead the children out.

As the soft patter of little feet faded down the corridor, the lively laughter and chatter of the children ebbed away, leaving you and Aemond cocooned in the warm embrace of the cozy chamber.

A serene silence enveloped the two of you, a precious moment amidst the storm of duties and the remnants of grief that lingered in the air.

“Hello, husband,” you greeted softly, your voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to shatter the comfortable stillness that settled between you.

“Hello, wife,” Aemond murmured in return, his tone low and warm as he lowered himself onto the piano bench beside you.

With a gentle grace, he let his hand drift over the piano keys, pausing just short of touching them. It was a silent acknowledgment of his lack of skill, yet he seemed fascinated by the instrument nonetheless.

You watched him, the lines of his face illuminated by the soft glow of the chamber, and felt a pang of affection.

“I apologize for not informing you about the lessons,” you said, your voice steady yet filled with sincerity.

“Tis alright,” he replied, though his gaze remained fixed away from you, a flicker of concern shadowing his features. “When did it begin?”

“The day of your mother’s funeral,” you replied gently, choosing your words with care. “Your duties had taken you away, and Aeron and Jaehaera were feeling very down. I thought music might lift their spirits, and it has. Jaehaera even asked me to teach her to sing and play.”

At the mention of that day, Aemond’s expression shifted. Guilt washed over him, and memories flooded back—his mother’s service at the Sept, the heavy atmosphere of sorrow, and how he had been swept away in the currents of his responsibilities, never given a moment to truly mourn.

He nodded thoughtfully, his voice barely above a whisper. “Aeron seems particularly skilled.”

“He is a very intelligent little boy,” you agreed, your eyes not leaving his as he continued to stare at the piano, lost in thought. “He has an eagerness to learn that reminds me of you.”

Aemond chuckled softly, the sound breaking through the solemnity that hung in the air. “I fear he has far more talent than I ever did,” he said, a hint of pride seeping into his words. “But I’m glad to see them find joy in something so beautiful.”

“Music has a way of healing,” you remarked, a wistful smile playing on your lips. “Especially in times like these.”

He turned to face you fully, his piercing violet eye searching yours. “And what of you? How do you fare amidst the shadows of loss?”

You hesitated, feeling the weight of his concern. “I carry the grief, as we all do. But I find solace in our children. Their laughter reminds me of the light we can still find in our lives.”

Aemond’s gaze softened, and he reached for your hand, his fingers brushing over yours with an intimacy that sent warmth coursing through you. “You are stronger than I,” he said earnestly. “I often wonder how you manage to bear the burdens we both carry.”

With a gentle squeeze of his hand, you replied, “We bear them together, my king. That is what family is for.”

Aemond's brow furrowed slightly, and he murmured, “Aeron... he shall be a better king than I.” His voice held a weight of expectation and uncertainty, a reflection of his own doubts.

You turned your gaze toward him, a hint of sadness flickering in your eyes as you stood and swiftly settled beside him on the bench.

Reaching out, you cupped his face in your hands, grounding him with your touch. “Only because he shall learn from your mistakes. Every king should be better than the former.”

Aemond stared into your eyes, his heart swelling with gratitude. In truth, he had often wondered what he had done to deserve your steadfast presence. Memories washed over him—of the day he first met you when he was merely fourteen, a boy angry and hateful at the world.

He leaned his forehead against yours, finding solace in your warmth. “You are very wise, my queen. You never lead me astray.”

“Destiny has its designs,” you replied softly, a small smile gracing your lips. “And I am merely fulfilling mine. To guide you, to stand by your side.”

He chuckled lightly, the sound a blend of affection and admiration. “Even when I do not deserve it?”

“Especially then,” you countered, your tone playful yet sincere. “Every king needs a queen to keep him grounded, to remind him of what truly matters.”

Aemond took a deep breath, the weight of the realm and his responsibilities momentarily lifted. “And what is that, my love?”

You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “It is love, loyalty, and the hope for a better tomorrow. The kind of future we want for our children.”

Aemond leaned back, a rare lightness settling in his chest for the first time in what felt like an age. He placed his hand over your round belly, feeling the warmth radiate from within. You tilted your head, an amused smile blossoming on your lips as you caught his gaze.

“Aeron has taken to kissing my stomach,” you said, your tone playful. “He believes that if he shows enough affection, it might persuade my body to grant him a brother. He claims it would make his chances of having a fair fight against the girls much better.”

Aemond chuckled, shaking his head in bemusement. Then, nodding toward the piano, he added, “Teach me. I may never reach the heights of Aeron’s talent, but perhaps I could aspire to match little Daenys’ skill.”

Your laughter chimed like music in the air, a sound that warmed his spirit. Aemond grinned at the absurdity of comparing his potential to that of his infant daughter. “Very well,” you said, your eyes sparkling with delight. “First, let us see what you can do.”

You guided him closer to the piano, instructing him to place his large, slender hands over yours on the keys. “Feel the movement,” you encouraged, your voice soft and patient. “It’s not merely about the notes; it’s about the rhythm and the heart behind them.”

Unbeknownst to you and Aemond, enveloped in your own intimate world, three pairs of curious eyes peered in from the slightly ajar door of the chamber. Jaehaera, Aeron, and little Daenys had quietly slipped away from their caretakers.

Jaehaera, though only six years of age, sighed wistfully as she watched her uncle and aunt. “How romantic,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with a sense of longing.

She cradled baby Daenys in her arms, the infant unusually calm, her wide eyes reflecting the gentle glow of the room as she took in the scene of her mother and father together.

Aeron, standing beside Jaehaera, observed his parents intently, a thoughtful frown furrowing his brow. “Do you think our marriage will be like that?” he asked, glancing over at Jaehaera to gauge her reaction.

Jaehaera turned to him, her gaze sharp and serious, her little brows furrowing in determination. “It has to, Aeron. It has to.”

“Do you think we’ll be that happy?” he pressed, his youthful innocence shining through, even as the shadows of doubt crept into his mind.

She nodded vigorously, her long silver hair bouncing with the motion. “Of course! The king and queen love each other. If we love each other like they do, it will be just as wonderful.”

Aeron pondered her words, his gaze drifting back to the sight of you and Aemond, lost in your shared moment. “And what if…” he hesitated, searching for the right words. “What if things become difficult, like they do in the stories?”

Jaehaera frowned slightly, her youthful optimism momentarily faltering. “Then we fight for each other, just like they do,” she declared with conviction.

Aeron nodded, a small smile creeping onto his face. “I like that idea,” he said softly, his gaze drifting back to the happy scene of his mother and his father.

“We’ll make it the best story ever.”

[Jaehaera, Aeron, Daenys]

headcannonsss:

— aemond and reader end up having six children in total: aeron (18), daenys (15), mikael (13), jaemes (10), elaena (7) and aelora (4) + jaehaera (19)

— aeron and jaehaera marry

— daenys falls in love with aegon (rhaenyra's son)

— mikael comes out as gay

— jaemes and elaena marry

— aelora refuses to marry and part with her mother (sophie/donna relationship)

HOPE YOU ENJOYED!

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What's about innocent! Reader with sensible, biggie breasts X Top! Agatha, teasing, nipples play and all that, maybe magic bondage? Have a nice Day and thanks for share ur work

You Don't Know What You Do To Me

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word Count: 2265

Warnings: Dom!Agatha, Sub!Reader, Innocent!Reader, Pet Names, Enchanted Strap, Squirting Strap, Cock warming, Nipple Play, Some light magic bondage, Squirting, Cumming from just nipple stimulation, Blow Job, Mommy Kink, Pussy slapping (Like once)

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Sound of keys clicking on a keyboard fills your ears as you step into the door frame of your girlfriend's home office, leaning against as you watch on. Agatha sits slightly hunched over her desk as she types away at her computer. She has been working all day and it is getting super late. You want her to come to bed and cuddle you to sleep. Missing her presence throughout the day. 

“Aggie?” Your voice flows through the air to your girlfriend’s ears. She looks up at you, her glasses perfectly perched on the end of her nose. You bite your lip anxiously as you look at her. “Yes, sweetheart?” Agatha replies. You can’t tell it by her tone or the look she is giving you but unbeknownst to you she is getting turned on by the looks of you. You’re too innocent to realize that what you are wearing could cause any problems. You just wanted to be comfy. Your body is clad in one of her t-shirts not even long enough to cover the panties you are wearing. “Are you coming to bed soon?” You ask the older woman. 

Agatha crooks her finger motioning for you to come over to her. You happily oblige making your way over to her. She pushes her chair out slightly so that you can stand in front of her. You squirm under her gaze as she looks up to you. Worried that you may have upset her for interrupting her. She knows that that pretty little head of yours doesn’t understand what you are doing to her coming in here lookin like that. So she will make you understand. 

Agatha reaches up pulling you down. Your knees hitting hard against the hardwood floor of her office. You let out a small whimper from the impact. She grips your chin with her fingers making you look up to her. “You think you can come in here looking like that?” There is desire burning behind her eyes. “Like what?” You look up at her confused. You don’t know what you could have possibly done. “Oh bunny.” She gently curses your face. “So innocent and sweet and all mine.” You nuzzle into her hand as she gently strokes your cheek. “Mommy still has some work to do but I’ll give you a little attention now. Would that make you happy bunny?” You nod your head eagerly.

Hands move to Agatha’s pants. She unbuckles her belt, unbuttons her pants, and pulls down the zipper. She reaches into her boxers pulling a bright purple dildo from its confined space. You gasp at the object. Agatha takes this time gripping your hair and pushing your head down onto her strap. She moans as your warm mouth and throat envelops the strap. Tears prick at your eyes as you gag. Her hips lightly thrusting the strap down your throat. Her grasp in your hair tightening as she pulls you completely down on her. Your nose meets her pelvis as tears start to fall. You do your best to accommodate her strap. After what feels like forever she pulls you off her strap. You gasp and sputter for air as you cough. Her grip is still tight as she makes you look up at her. She admires the tears running down your cheeks and your wide innocent eyes looking up at her. 

“You don’t know what you do to me. Fuck bunny so perfect.” Agatha lets her grip on your hair go. She watches as you pant and try to pull yourself together with a smile on her face. “Mommy?” Your voice is small. “Come here sweet girl.” She pats her legs signaling for you to sit on her lap. You nod getting off your knees but as soon as you stand Agatha turns you around making you sit with your back to her front. Her strap between your bodies. One arm wraps tightly around your waist keeping you in her lap as the other hand moves down between your legs. She lightly traces her finger on your clothes core. “Mommy still has some work to finish. Be a good girl and keep Mommys strap nice and warm with your pretty pussy.” You whine in response trying to turn in her lap wanting nothing more than to hide in her neck but she doesn’t let you. Slapping a hand down on your pussy makes you cry out. “None of that.” Her voice is commanding. “Yes Mommy, sorry Mommy.” You nod. 

Hands grip your waist tightly lifting you out of her lap. Agatha moves your already drenched panties to the side and lining her cock up with your hole. She pulls you down slowly, your walls stretching deliciously around her strap as you sink down. Both of you moaning at the same time when your ass meets her lap. “Fuck. I should have enchanted this a long time ago bunny. Your pussy feels amazing.” Agatha grinds into you lightly as she wraps her arms around your waist and kisses your neck. “What mommy?” You’re confused by her words. “Oh my sweet dumb baby. Mommy made it to where she can feel everything. It’s like Mommy has a real cock.” You moan at her words eager to please the older woman. Grinding your hips down on her desperate to make her feel good but she stops you. “Mommy still has work to do. Sit here and keep Mommy’s cock warm while she finishes work.” Her fingers dig into your waist stopping you from moving. You whine but accept. “Yes Mommy.”

So that is how you sit. It feels like hours as your walls desperately clinch around her cock. If she is feeling it she sure knows how to hide it. It’s getting harder and harder for you to keep still and patient. As Agatha shifts so does the strap buried inside of you. Small moans tumbling from your lips occasionally. You’re pretty sure that she is doing it on purpose. What you can’t see is the smirk on her face every time you moan. It’s been roughly an hour since you have been positioned on Agatha’s lap and you’re starting to squirm. Agatha had actually finished her work 10 minutes prior but wanted to see how long you would last. 

Your hips start to lightly rock an ach growing so strong between your legs that you can’t help it any longer. But all of a sudden you can’t move anymore causing you to let out a whine in disapproval. You look down and see that your body is wrapped in purple. Your hands are now being forced to lay flat on your thighs. Agatha’s hands going under your shirt as she traces up and down your sides. “You’ve done so good for me bunny. Let Mommy play with you for a bit.” Her hands gently sliding from your sides to your stomach and then up to cup your breast. Your breasts are larger than her hands can hold but she desperately gropes you. “Fuck I love your tits. So perfect and full in my hands.” She pinches your nipples between her fingers causing you to cry out. “And oh so sensitive.” She continues to pinch and twist at your nipples, moans and whimpers falling from your lips. You try so hard to move your hips but you can't, her magic is too strong. 

As Agatha plays with your nipples you can feel a knot growing in your lower abdomen. Your arousal is dripping out around her strap and down in her lap. “Mommy so good.” You tell her this is something new for you. Yes she plays with your breasts but never for this long. “I wonder if my sweet little baby will be able to cum from just this. Hmmm why don’t we find out.” She pinches hard on your nipples. Your head falling back onto her shoulder as a loud moan is ripped from deep within. You’re already so desperate to cum from sitting here for so long but now that knot is getting so tight. 

“Mommy!” You cry out your orgasm close to crashing right through you. “Wanna cum. Please let me cum.” You plead with Agatha as she continues her menstrations on you. Her lips almost pressed to your ear as she whispers. “Cum bunny.” A harsh pinch to your nipples has you falling over the edge. Cumming hard as your back arches pushing your breast further into her hands. Moans filling the room as an overwhelming amount of pleasure courses through your body. Your cum leaking out of you around the strap. Whimpering as her fingers continue. You start to squirm as it becomes too much. “Mommy.” You whimper out. 

Agatha brings her hands to a stop. Whispering praises in your ear as her hands move down to your sides. Her fingers tracing up and down as you pant. Soft encouragement of how good you were for her. Your body is slumped into hers as she wraps her arms around your waist. “Good girl. Such a good girl for Mommy.” She kisses the side of your head. Your instinct to turn in her hold so that you can nuzzle into her is strong, but her hold on you and the strap buried deep in your cunt makes it impossible. 

Agatha gives you just enough time to calm down before her magic dissipates from around you. She stands up pushing your body flush against her desk. She leans over you, her front pressing into your back. The strap inside you shifts causing you to groan. “You made a mess on Mommy’s pants. Mommy’s going to make you have even a bigger mess. Fuck your tight little pussy.” She stands up grabbing your hands and pulling them behind your back. She holds them there as she starts to pound into your pussy. No resistance as she moves the toy in and out of your soaked hole. 

“Fuck bunny you feel so good wrapped around my cock. Squeezing me so tight.” Agatha punctuates her words with every thrust of her hips. Your hands clenched into fists as she jackhammers her hips into you. Her hold on your wrists are tights and your hips bang against the desk with every thrust. You know there will be bruises there tomorrow but you don’t care. All you care about is chasing your second high, pushing your hips back to meet hers. The tip of her strap kissing your cervix when she is buried deep inside of you. 

Agatha’s hand that isn’t holding your wrist behind your back snakes down under you. Her finger pressing into your bundle of nerves makes you cry out. Your mind turns to mush as she uses your hole. Nothing else on your mind other than your Mommy and how she makes you feel. Her name falling from your lips like a prayer. You’re already so close when she uses her fingers to rub tight circles on your clit. “Ahhh! F-Fuck!” You cry out your pussy clenching around her length, which causes her to moan. Her thrust becomes more sloppy as she drives into you. 

“So fucking good.” Agatha pants and you hum in agreement. She held herself together as you sat for so long on her cock when all she wanted to do was fuck you. Now she can chase her high and cum with you. Her sloppy thrust brings both of you closer to the edge. The only thing that can come out of your mouth every time you open it are whimpers and moans. But Agatha knows. She knows your body so well and knows that you want to cum. Her pace picks up to make sure that you both do. Her nails digging into your wrist.

Agatha’s hips stutter and with a final thrust she cums hard. You feel yourself being filled to the brim with white hot sticky cum. It catches you off guard but that full feeling sets you off. A scream ripped from your throat as your orgasm washes over you. Your juices squirting out of you. Covering Agatha, her desk, and yourself. Your eyes roll back in your head as your back arches. You’re still able to push back into the woman as she gently thrust into you prolonging both of your orgasms. 

Your body goes limp on the desk and Agatha brings her hips to a stop before gently pulling out. You whimper at the empty feeling. Your hole clenching around nothing as it tries to keep her cum inside you. She admires it dripping out, a finger scooping it up and pushing it back inside of you. “Mommy.” You squirm. “Sensitive.” Agatha smiles at you, removing her finger and popping it into her mouth. Moaning at the combined taste of you and herself. “Sorry bunny you just look so good with my cum dripping out of you.” She smiles, leaning over and kissing your neck. “How?” You mumble. “Magic my sweet girl. Mommy wanted to fill her baby so she found a way to do so. Did you like it sweetheart?” You nod your head. “Loved it Mommy.”

Agatha helps you off her desk and into her arms. She lifts you up by your thighs and you wrap your legs around her waist and bury your head in her neck. Breathing in the scent of her. “Let's get you cleaned up and to bed.” She gently kisses your head as she carries you out of the room. “Mmm, thank you Mommy.” You mumble into her neck placing soft kisses there. “Anything for my bunny.”

[rueclfer]

do you have any advice for starting a fanfic writing sort of account ? i plan on mostly doing MHA if that helps :3 thank you sosososo much if you do have any !

yes i dooooo and thank you sm for trusting me to give you advice <3

-> my greatest fear as a writer is burnout so a lot of this falls under that

-only write what interests you

-don't find gratification in how much engagement/notes you get (plllsssssss this will kill u)

-don't ever force yourself to sit down and write when you have a writers block or not feeling it

-PACE YOURSELF ok when i first started writing again last summer i quite literally used to post everyday sometimes multiple times a day n it was fun for a bit, but i internally set up this expectation for myself and felt like shit when i started slowing down (don't give yourself an upload schedule either. don't do anything that'll make writing feel like a job/obligation/too serious)

-don't rely on requests to write puhleeaasee get in the habit of finding inspiration anywhere and everywhere like that rlly is the beauty of being a writer IDK i feel strongly about this one too

-I LOVE WHEN PPL R SILLY ON THEIR BLOGGG N PERSONALIZE IT N AREN'T SCARED TO YAP N YAP N YAP AND REBLOG ART AND GET IN THE TAGS N TREAT IT AS THEIR ONLINE DIARYYYY -> not real advice but yk i think it also make your space look more human and inviting to meet friends too if thats something u were interested in <3

-might b a hot take but i think having ur age is rlly important to have visible on ur blog (doesn't have to be exact either if ur not comfy but like an adult/minor/20+/whatever)

-also should have somewhere what kind of content u would be interested in writer (sfw/nsfw/dark content/whatever)

[easily-distracted-by-fandom]

hey tysm for reblogging my post!! Also have u read a court of thorns and roses / the folk of the air series? In ur pinned it said u liked Fae :]

Hi! Thanks for sending an ask!!! I havent actually read Acotar but i have heard of it! I dont think ive ever heard of the folk of the air series but I'll put it on my way to long and chaotic reading list lmaooooo.

I genuinly love the fae actually its like one of my special intrests frfr #rules for interacting with them that are plainly stated #cannot lie #actually want to get kidnapped by them

Obliged to give you a book suggestion since you gave me two! If you like Sci-fi and politics and advanced tech that feels like Magic read Janet Edwards! (Hive Mind series is my fav, I suggest you start with Perilous, read the rest, then go back a read Perilous again lolol)

Anyway here any time

suggestions for things to do on my blog under the cut

reblog this by tmmr and you can be added to the exclusive group of one (1) person who im going to draw lol /nf #advertising

Im so nervous for finals actually i wish I could make a deal with the fae-

you know who did make a deal with the fae... Ovi's parents~ read through my worldbuilding tag! /nf

if you (the reader not specifically Ray though they can too, please 0-0 ) send me asks I might give you more of what I have planned (plus the two chapters ive written)

[nerdyneko6373]

guysssss I'm back!! :D

I missed y'all sm I'm so sorry I disappeared for so long-

Long explanation under the cut bc ik you don't want to hear all my yapping after half a year of silence lol. But there's going to be a few changes to how I do things here so here's a quick rundown!

I may not be as active as I used to be so I may not post/reblog everyday.

I still LOVE being tagged in games, chains, and picrews, but I may not get to actually doing it. So if I just heart it, please know I appreciated the thought!! :3

If I don't reblog from you as often as I do others, please please don't take it personally! I can't be everywhere all the time :[

I can't always think of things to say to comfort / support you guys, so I may just heart a vent post as support <3

If you have tagged me in something or messaged me and I haven't responded even though I'm online and posting stuff/reblogging, again, please don't take it personally!! I will get to you eventually. Sometimes I just don't have the mental energy to interact one on one.

This blog has not and will not ever be a political space, my little corner of tumblr is supposed to be a cozy escape from the world and its troubles ^^ So please do not tag me in political posts.

This is all I can think of rn but I will edit later if needed. If ur nosy and wanna know why I disappeared here's the cut!! /lh :]

Hi!! Again, I am so so sorry I went dark for a while there, I really did miss you guys but I definitely I needed to take a break from Tumblr and discord. It's not you guys, not at all, it's just me and my overcomplicated self 😖

What happened was I was becoming too absorbed in my online life and it was starting to interfere with my college work and my other responsibilities. I was also becoming more desensitized to things I don't want to see and I didn't like that. I tend to become obsessed with self-imposed rules and it was making me stressed and overwhelmed just to be online or not to be online.

I try to give each of my mutuals personal attention and support, especially when they're going through something, but a lot of times I don't know how to help you. I'm still trying to figure out things myself, and I really tried but I just can't be responsible for someone else's mental health while inexperienced and going through my own things. And as much as I want to reblog everything from every one of my mutuals, it was becoming more of a obligation that stressed me out when I couldn't accomplish it.

Also, my life has just gotten more busy and it's hard to be online all the time. During my break I was able to take a step back and reset, and it was a good thing for my mental health. I'm more grounded now and have a clearer head, which I'm thankful for!

[wanderers-archive]

hello there!! ur blog is so cute omg, can I request strawberry, pudding (comfort), and water for mitsuba x reader? like a reverse comfort, and basically comforting him after a nightmare? tysm, and feel free to ignore!! remember to hydrate!! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

@urfavvmiko order for mitsuba: strawberry(scenarios) pudding (reverse-comfort) and water(gn reader)

Warning:nothing as I know of, let me know if there are!

Note: does mitsuba sleep?? im just gonna assume that he does, and takes naps sometimes.

You were wandering around the school as yashiro was at the girls bathroom with no.7, going outdoor towards the garden to see if the flowers everyone in the gardening club planted. Picking up a watering can, you proceed to water all the flowers and vegetables, as you were getting close to the last row of plants you spotted Mitsuba, sleeping with an indescribable face.

You sat down next to him and put your hand on his forehead, when he suddenly opened his eyes.

"WH-WHAT?!" he exclaimed as his voice was trembling with fear.

"M-mitsuba, what happened? Why do you look so scared?" You questioned. "Sca-scared?! Me?! N-no I wasn't scared..i just..had a bad dream.." his voice slowly trailed off.

"Its okay mistuba you can talk to me if you want, I'll be here no matter what" you put your hand over and whispered as if just like if you raised you voice a little bit he would disappear.

It was silent for a while until mitsuba said something that you never expected to hear from him.

"Could you.. maybe hug me?" He asked so softly you would've never heard it if it wasn't so quiet. "Of course mitsuba " you obliged to gis request and hugged him until you both fell asleep under the moonlight.

Extra toppings💝:

"Ahh..where is [name]? Its almost midnight" yashiro panicking as she had lost you when she went to hanako. " dont worry [name] wouldn't have gone that far, the school isn't that big. Hmm, have you went to the garden yet? You said [name] like to go there to relax?" hanako trying to calm down yashiro. "Oh yeah! They always go there to tend to the plants when shes trying to relax! Why didnt I think of that earlier" yashiro dashed to the garden and hanako quickly following

"Hey! Arent you going to che-" hanako was cut off when yashiro hushed him and pointed to [name] hugging mitsuba. "Ahh so that where they went, and I was worrying they wouldn't get along well" hanako sighed out of relief seeing that both of you were getting along well and it seemed like you both were getting closer then he expected.

END

extra note: i accidentally got carried away while writing this(I wrote this all in like 10 minutes and its 11 pm) I color coded all the dialogue to make it easier to read! Well if you like it, please reblog. Thank you for reading💖💖

[blueberry-gills]

Hello!

I'm Gillian. Long for Gill, I guess? Uhh He/She! I'm a student at Blueberry Academy out in Unova!

Here's my Student ID!

I think I like battling! If you ask me for a match, I'd be happy to oblige! I was in the League Club last year. but uhhh. I just made a fool out of myself there. So now I'm in the Music Club! :D

What else can I put on here? I like hiking. My life goal is to see every type of Alcremie out there. I. Don't know what my goal is after that?

Anyway! Here are my Pokemon! ^^

Sugar (Alcremie) - I caught her my first year. And I've sort of...fallen down an Alcremie Raboot hole, if you couldn't tell ^-^

Spice (Flygon) - I also caught Spice during my first year! He loves flying around, picnics...sandwiches...real outdoorsy stuff.

Locke (Klefki) - Locke steals my keys and locks me out of my dorm. He's a menace, only satiated by sweets/j. Most of team is, actually...

Key (Toxtricity) - Key's one of my first Pokemon! She loves to play her bass organs thingies. I'm learning guitar right now to try and duet with her!

Salt (Garganacl) - Salt's one of my other first Pokemon! I got him and Key at the same time. He's one of those strong, silent types...but I think he likes me! I hope so, anyway. I. I hope.

Pepper (Scovillain) - She either loves me to bits or eats my bedsheets. It depends on the day. I adore her regardless <3

~Other Pokemon I own, just not on my official team!~

Sizzle (Salandit) - I received her from another Trainer on here! She's my hiking buddy :)

Junebug ("Volcarona") - Uh. I met her after drinking a mocktail! (Thank you Auntie!) Very long story, I'm not sure if I'd explain it all here...Anyway! They're a Volcarona! Not. Not anything else. 👍👍 yeah

Cadmium (Drifblim ✨️) - Like the color, not the metal! I met her on Glaseado Mountain on my birthday. She hasn't stolen my soul yet or anything. Um. She's very cute :)

Pelipper Mail is ON, Magic Anons are OFF, and Musharna Mail and Malice are both ON!

(OOC Stuff under cut!)

//heey!

Basic rules! No NSFW. Mod is an adult, muse is 17. Mod can be found at @skrelps-cafe , but likes and follows will come from @skrelpson.

This is a low to personal stakes blog, that may dip into medium stakes on occasion! It also takes place after the events of the DLC.

ALSO- His "Volcarona" is in fact a Slither Wing. She just calls it a Volcarona. He doesn't attempt to hide it anymore than that HFKAHSHS

General Content Warnings include Self Deprecation, Depression, and things in a similar vein. These will be tagged with "#tw self deprecation". Let me know if anything needs to be tagged!

Let me know if you ever want to plot something out- prior connections, events, that kind of stuff. I'll be down for most things!

I apologize if it takes me a while to reply to things- whether it be reblogs, asks, etc! Motivation/energy deficits paired with the fact I tend to overthink a lot of the time when it comes to responses means I sometimes end up taking a bit LMAO

Notable Events:

Milkyway Myosotis : 100 Follower Event! Gill's blog gets taken over by someone who calls themselves Dillisk. She says she's a URS Ranger! ...Whatever that means. Can be found under #milkyway myosotis event

Snowy Summer Solstice : For Gill's 17th birthday, he hikes a mountain. Can be found under #snowy summer solstice

ALSO ALSO. Get playlisted

Thanks for reading! Lana attack

[halogen2]

okay im gonna post a poem and if u guys let it flop i will be sad (just kidding ur under no obligation to reblog my shit) (but i always appreciate if u do!)

[theerurishipper]

Anyway, this person blocked me, but not before reblogging my post one last time. And I'm not going to continue chatting with them about it but I will reply to their last reblog because it's my post and I'm petty like that.

I don't know how you even reach this conclusion goodness you're making up a whole different point now and suddenly me disagreeing with you on how you don't understand her circumstances is me excusing?..ok. I literally said it before she should stop doing it and be held accountable for lying and change her ways cuz she's not gonna be perfect human at the age of 14..what more do you want??? You made this post publicly so expect public disagreement.

I guess me saying that her intentions don't excuse her actions is me reaching an entirely different conclusion. Idk why this person says Marinette should be held accountable and comes to give me all the justifications under the sun when I say the same thing.

Marinette stans ig: She's just a fourteen year old girl, she has good intentions, she was manipulated by Gabriel, stop blaming her!

Also Marinette stans: I'm not excusing her!

And "you made this post publicly so expect disagreement," they say, after they reply to my post, block me and prevent me from being able to respond. Also, I put this in the salt tags. I tagged "ML Salt." I tagged "Marinette Salt." And yet this person chose to come onto a post that wasn't for them, that was clearly not for them and was tagged so that Marinette stans like them wouldn't interact with it, and started an argument with me. And if you're going to start shit on my post, I'm not in the wrong for replying.

And so you admitted you dont care about the context so ur biased in this analysis then and trying to paint this situation as solely her fault when this all leads back to gabriel being their source of pain and suffering from the beginning sherlock. It's so easy to blame a teenage girl over an abuser right??? That's what im getting from ur post.

It's not that hard to be unbiased here because there is clearly one person who is being hurt and another who is actually the one making the mistake. It is not that hard to understand that even if she's lying to make him happy, she's wrong for doing that and it's a really fucked up thing to do. It's not hard to understand that no one is obligated to listen to your reasoning and offer you compassion and understanding when you do things like this. I get why Marinette is doing what she is doing, but I'm not going to downplay her actions and expect her to be forgiven instantly because I feel bad for her or because she had "good intentions" or whatever. She's doing something awful, and her reasonings don't matter to the person she's hurting. Her "good intentions" won't make Adrien hurt less.

I'm not blaming her for Gabriel's abuse. I'm blaming her for siding with him and lying to his son. Even if she didn't mean to, that's what she's doing. Yes, Gabriel is the source of their pain, but that doesn't mean Marinette is blameless. You can be hurt and still hurt other people. I never tried to paint this solely as her fault. I said many times that the main culprit is Gabriel. But Marinette also made mistakes, mistakes that the fandom is ignoring and downplaying, and I am gonna call her out.

Don't use "i lost my hope on the writers" card, adrien is not the only victim here. "The writers neglect adrien's struggles" and You and the fandom always neglected marinette's struggles and trauma you aren't any better. Saying she enjoys off his trauma response is such a gross misunderstanding of her character yikes.

I literally said Marinette is also a victim of bad writing hello?? And no one is downplaying Marinette's trauma. Look at the salt tags and tell me Marinette doesn't have an army of stans that can't admit she did anything wrong. The fandom always focuses on Marinette's struggles. The moment any character does anything that doesn't conform to her wishes, they descend on that character and tear them to shreds. If you weren't around when Chameleon aired, good for you. Adrien doesn't get the same courtesy from this fandom. Even in this situation, everyone is worried about how Marinette will feel and jumps to her defense every time someone says anything negative about her bad actions, but will turn a blind eye to the impact of her actions on Adrien and will ignore his feelings, because all Adrien exists for is to be her trophy. Fuck his character development, right? No one cares about his arc as an abuse victim if it means that Adrienette won't be canon anymore, or if Marinette gets called out for her actions.

And idk why they keep saying that I said Marinette enjoys his pain? I literally said she didn't. I said that she's a good person. Who's reaching entirely different conclusions now?

Anyway, they probably won't see this, but I just needed to say my piece. I'm done now lol.

This is just an unstructured, incoherent vent post, but I've seen a few posts recently about how Adrien would definitely forgive Marinette for keeping secrets from him because he loves her, or that he would blame himself for not noticing what was going on and not her. And those aren't wrong, per se, but this is what I mean by the show taking away Adrien's agency. Ultimately his choices are allowed only as far as they do not inconvenience Marinette or anyone else the narrative cares about, like Felix or Nathalie. Which is why Adrien is not allowed to grow, he is not allowed to prioritize his own feelings and emotional needs. Any wrong done to him is resolved by him putting aside his own feelings to forgive the people who wronged him. And yes, he has been taught that his feelings don't matter by Gabriel and that he should bend over to the whims of everybody around him. And that kind of makes it worse, how the effect of Gabriel's abuse is used to convenience everyone around him. I think it's gross.

Just look at the Ladynoir conflict from Season 4. Adrien brings up his grievances with Ladybug's treatment of him a few times, but ultimately, he ends up putting it aside to focus on her emotional needs when she is at her lowest. Kuro Neko gave us the message that it wasn't that Ladybug was treating Chat Noir unfairly, but that Chat Noir should stop expecting to be treated with respect and should stop having emotional needs. And at the end of Strikeback, nothing is resolved, Ladybug hasn't apologized to him or resolved to do better by him, but he still shows up to her side to comfort her. No, she didn't apologize to him. She admitted her mistakes but did little to correct them even after the fact. That whole arc ended with Chat Noir being treated poorly over and over, and yet coming back to Ladybug's side because he's such a good partner and he loves her so much.

And Adrien, a character who has been forced his whole life to bend to the whims of others to please them at his expense is doing the same thing to Ladybug. Adrien exhibiting this behavior is 100% a trauma response. Ladybug is supposed to be his escape from his abusive homelife. And yet, the show writes him falling back into his trauma responses with her (Kuro Neko) and does jack shit to portray it as a bad thing. And the Season 4 finale is once again Adrien putting aside his feelings and showing up to support her. Adrien's emotions are not validated, they are tossed aside. Ladybug admitted her mistakes as she did several times through Season 4, but she still did little to correct them. That admission in Strikeback doesn't do much, because we never see her do anything to fix her mistakes after that. What happened was that Chat Noir saw her in distress and decided his feelings were unimportant because she needed support.

This is not healthy. Adrien should not be invalidating his own feelings so that he can offer comfort to others. He shouldn't forget and forgive so quickly without the other person doing anything to correct their behavior towards him. Once again, this is how Gabriel has taught him to behave, to stop "being so emotional" and to conform to his expectations. And Adrien continuously downplays his own issues for others' sake. And obviously, we would understand that he can heal from this, that he can learn to take care of his own emotional needs first.

And quite frankly, all the posts about how we shouldn't want Adrien and Marinette to break up, or how we shouldn't be so hard on Marinette, or that she is just a child in tough situation, or that she is doing it out of love and that Adrien would forgive her kinda make my point. Because let's be real. What Marinette did is a serious breach of trust. I do not understand how anyone could forgive something like that quickly. And I understand why she did it. I don't think she is a bad person or anything like that. But it's still an awful thing to do. And frankly, I don't see how Adrien could just... instantaneously forgive her without invalidating and downplaying his own pain and hurt. If he did, I would seriously question his self-worth. And while I don't think Adrien would never forgive Marinette or that he would stop loving her, frankly, I would like to see more acknowledgement of his feelings and his emotional needs both from the fandom and the show. I would like to see that his feelings matter, that he is allowed to be angry and that he is allowed to hold people accountable and call them out. I would like for him to not forgive some people. I would like for him to require distance and space from them. That would be development for Adrien, to let himself be emotional and not feel the need to put his own needs aside for others.

But for Adrien to prioritize himself, it would mean acknowledging the harmful things characters like Marinette have done to him. And that can't happen, because all the purpose Adrien serves is as a plot device to connect Marinette to Gabriel, and actually having her be held accountable by the narrative for her choices is a big no no. Growth for Adrien would mean that he lets himself be angry at Marinette for how she kept secrets from him, never apologized for it, and ultimately ended up keeping the greatest secret of all from him about his father and the fact that he is a Sentimonster. But as the writing to this point shows, Marinette isn't a safe space for him where he is allowed to be himself. She is someone who also elicits his trauma responses from him. He doesn't let himself be angry with her, he always puts himself last when it comes to her.

I am not saying Marinette is in any way comparable to Gabriel. She is nowhere as bad as him, she does not come close to that in any way. Marinette is a good person. But what she did in the finale, is explicitly something that Gabriel wanted her to do. Gabriel wanted to continue to dictate his son's emotions and perceptions, and Marinette helped him do it. That's not a healthy relationship. And looking at all the Marinette-Gabriel parallels in Season 5... it's not a good look at all. The show portrays Adrien as someone who has been denied autonomy his whole life, and as someone who is expected to cater to the desires of the people around him and be perfect for them while neglecting his emotional needs, and made his arc one of finding independence and his own identity and learning that his feelings and desires matter. But also, they only matter as far as they don't inconvenience Marinette. Adrien shouldn't downplay his feelings, but if doing so would help Marinette, then he should do it actually. And it's hard for me not to see it as Ladybug benefitting from his trauma from his abusive home. It sounds harsh, but that's how it feels.

And all the talk of how Adrien would never hate Marinette and that he would forgive her is... disappointing to me. Because I don't necessarily disagree, but it still is about prioritizing Marinette's feelings over Adrien's. What is focused on is not how Adrien might feel betrayed, but how Marinette might feel sad about Adrien feeling betrayed by her, and reinforces that Adrien is so good because he would not hold it against her. Even though he should, even though it means he would be downplaying his pain massively if he didn't blame her for that. If Adrien's character should develop, he should be allowed to realize that he has the right to get angry and that he doesn't have to downplay his emotions or feel like it's all his fault. He should be allowed to do that without people jumping to Marinette's defense and excusing her of blame.

Throughout the series, Adrien has been the person to help Ladybug through her problems, and the narrative has never allowed her to do the same for him. And I want to see focus on Adrien for a change. I want to see someone other than Plagg reassuring him and supporting him, especially his partner. I want to see the narrative be less about "oh, Adrien would never hold anything against Marinette because he loves her and would understand her always," and be more "actually Adrien is allowed to prioritize his feelings and want distance from Marinette after she betrayed him in such a personal way." That would be development. That would be reclaiming his agency. That would be free will and autonomy. I would like to see focus on this in the show and the fandom.

Adrien is not obligated to forgive Marinette. He is not obligated to understand her reasonings for why she did what she did. He is allowed to be angry at her and express his hurt because of her actions. Seasons 4 and 5 have regrettably established Marinette as someone else who denies Adrien's agency and around whom he reverts back to his fawning trauma response, and quite frankly the best thing for him to do would be to break up with her and go find himself on his own terms. I want his character to develop and grow, and unfortunately, Seasons 4 and 5 proved to me that it would not be possible as long as he is around Marinette, both from a character and narrative standpoint.

I just wish people would acknowledge and validate Adrien's perspective and feelings more. Even if it means calling out Marinette. Gabe is Adrien's abuser but he isn't the only one who has hurt Adrien in the story. Marinette is an incredible and amazing person but as far as we've reached in the show, she is hurting Adrien. And she has done many things across these two seasons that violate Adrien's trust. It's not even that this is a mistake she could learn from, but that she has done several such things over and over. From keeping secrets about the Miraculous holders' identities even though Hawkmoth himself knew, to Rena Furtive, to trying to trick him into an identity reveal in Ephemeral, and now keeping the fact that he is a Sentimonster and that Gabe is Monarch from him. It's gone from secret keeping to outright lying to him. It is not healthy. And it is a sign of stagnation and regression in Adrien's growth if he continues to keep forgiving her over and over again despite her never fixing her behavior.

If Adrien's arc is about finding autonomy, then he cannot be with someone who is complicit in denying him the ability to make his own choices. If Marinette was supposed to be the knight in shining armor, they shouldn't have given her the key to the tower and have her hide it away. If she was supposed to save him, they shouldn't have had her condemn him further. If Marinette was supposed to be the one who helped Adrien regain his self worth, the person whom he could trust and rely on the most, they shouldn't have made her side with Gabe, deny Adrien his agency, and violate his trust so many times.

It didn't have to be written this way, but these were the decisions made by the writers. They chose to portray Marinette like this for no discernable reason and refused to acknowledge it or deal with it meaningfully. Adrienette is so profoundly unhealthy now that if Adrien's character is to grow, the only way for him to do that is to break up with Marinette. But the show has also made it very clear that Adrien is only a plot device and a trophy for Marinette at the end. So I have no doubt that all will be forgiven in a matter of minutes, and the narrative will praise Adrien for being traumatized and denying his own emotional needs to comfort Marinette as she feels bad for hurting him. And it's sad, but I guess it is what it is.

[ilexdiapason]

Op is a Homestuck block don't interact

idk how to tell you im literally a dream smp blog

[shoshie]

i think maybe what people post about on their blogs is none of ur business

[bixiaoshi]

[[READ MORE]]

i feel like its my fault we lost what we had, i feel like its my fault i lost the person i finally felt a connection i craved for so long, the person i was so sure would stay a little longer, the person i could tell anything and would understand me, the person who would reassure me without asking to.

if i tried a little harder, if i pushed myself a bit more, if i didnt let my anxiety take over, if i didnt let my unhealthy coping mechanism get in the way. if i pushed myself harder to talk to her, if i opened up a bit more.

maybe the fact i feel so alone and so lonely is my own fault, maybe the people leaving is on me, maybe the fact that i cant have someone have a deeper connection is on me and not on everyone else, maybe i am the problem, maybe i'm not worth it, maybe just maybe i'm not as great as people tell me i am. maybe the fact that my old group of friends left me out is my own fault too.

perhaps i gave my dad reasons to not pick me first, perhaps the only people i will ever have are people who i have a very low chance of meeting, perhaps they are the only people i ever will have a connection will be people who dont know my name, perhaps thats how its supposed to be.

maybe i'm just here to make other people feel loved and cared for even if i don't get anything back, maybe im just alive for other people, maybe im just made to give and not recieve.

[askshivanulegacy]

"Require" a community label lol

People can't even tag simple spoilers

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[blue-raven-universe]

"I missed you." Sorcerer!Sukuna x Reader

Credit: @alex-is-fruity

Prompt: Imagine u go to sit next to ur f/o, but then they grab u by the waist and pull u to sit in their lap, and then they wrap their arms around u and rest their head on ur shoulder with a little relaxed sigh

A/N: Originally, I had written this with another character in mind, but I decided to write another Sukuna drabble instead. So here's a cuddly Sorcerer! Sukuna cuz I love writing him like this so much. 💕 (Apologies if the writing in this one is a little dry and choppy. )

The past couple of weeks have been hectic for both of you. Sometimes, Sukuna would be called out for a mission and wouldn't be back for another week. By the time he had returned, you were called in for your own assignment. For awhile, neither of you seemed sure when you two were going to spend time with each other.

That is until today finally came. Just as you were getting some popcorn ready, you received a call from Ichiji about some possible curse activity in a remote town further up north in the country.

You gave it some thought and decided to give Gojo a call. You promised him that you would buy him all the kikufuku he wanted, if he would take over for you. Of course, He happily obliged.

After making sure Sukuna had no work of his own and everything was settled, you two decided to take the day off, making up for the lost time by spending time on the couch and catching up on any shows you both missed. 

The microwave went off, signaling that your popcorn was done. You quickly plucked the steaming bag from the machine and placed it in a bowl before leaving the kitchen, and heading down to the living room where Sukuna was waiting for you.

He snatched the remote off the coffee table as soon as he saw you walk in. You circled around the table before him and plopped down onto the couch. 

While Sukuna searched for one of your shows on your watch list, you glanced at the bowl. A light bulb went off in your head. You grabbed a handful of popcorn and began munching it. Suddenly, you felt the couch shift from under you, and a pair of hands grabbed your waist. Once your back hit his chest, his arms wrapped around his waist, and he leaned back into the cushion. 

“Geez, cuddle bug. Impatient much?” You said with a laugh. He blushed at the nickname.

“I could say the same about you. If I hadn’t done something, you would’ve eaten the entire thing before I even had any myself.”

“No, I wouldn’t. I’m not that greedy. There would have been at least half left over for you.”

He huffed and started the show. “Sure, whatever. I’ll just make me some more during the commercials.”

A few minutes into the show, he rested his head on your shoulders. Your heart swelled. Despite his kingly pride, he wouldn’t hesitate to put his arms around at any opportunity.  It was absolutely adorable seeing him like this. With a fond smile, you whispered his name and cupped his cheek with your hand, making him turn towards you. You planted a kiss on his soft cheek. Before you could turn away from him, his lips captured yours in a passionate kiss that said the words you two had meant to say all this time. 

 I missed you

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[socheckitout-mikey]

aaaaa!! i lov ur work sm ,... can u do hc for enjoying colder weather with dallas?

heya birdie! i love dally sm. he's a big shit but he's highkey hilarious dfjsfjs i hope you enjoy these! - mae

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Enjoying Cold Weather with Dallas Winston Hc's:

° Alright imma say it- stiff nip central™ on Dally's side of things asujfsdfghjsdfsj

° He's freaking mean, man! Deadass destroys your ass with snowballs djfjsdfjsd

° But you're no pussy! You hit him straight back!

° Your snowball fights are intense! But if Dally hurts you, he actually feels so bad-

° This one time he whipped a chunk of snow at your face and busted your lips. He ran over to you to wrap you in his arms whilst he tried not to laugh sjfdfjhds he kissed your lips after cleaning them up. he teased you about that for awhile, but all in good fun! he never whipped snow at you again.

° He called you fish lips for the next two weeks

° You kinda play dirty too, like the amount of times you've just shoved snow down the back of his shirt and the absolute SCREAM Dallas let's out- It's magical haha!

° You make the two of you hot chocolate and Dally loves it because you make it the best. Buck's hot chocolate tastes like ass, according to Dally.

° "Where's my candy cane? This thing usually comes with a candy cane."

° "Up your ass, Dal-"

° "What was that you little shit?"

° Y'all go ice skating istg it's actually cute- Dally holds your hands and it's one of the most mushy things you guys do in public.

° Rip to the guy who called you guys a bunch of pansies- Yeah... he doesn't have any teeth left dfdsjfsjfs

° When y'all go on walks and you're alone, he'll take your hands in his, rub them and blow hot air on them. He even let's you put your hands in his pockets it's so wholesome oml :'(

° In private Dally will cuddle up to you, especially when it's cold in his room at Bucks. He literally puts his cold ass feet on your calves and he laughs so evilly wtf

° "DALLAS!"

° "Damn babe, we haven't even gotten to the good stuff yet and you're already screamin' my name! If you keep at it we'll get our asses thrown outta this dump."

° This one time you wanted to make snow angels with Dally. He obliged, but only if you sat on his lap whilst he did one lmaoo

° You always put your cold hands under his shirt and Dallas hates it despite being from New York. He deadass get's so mad about it and won't let you near him till your hands are warm again. You're crying of laughter, chasing him around the house. It always ends up making him crack a grin.

° "Eh, stupid! Quit chasin' me around- I'm tryna stay mad at you!"

° "You do this to me when you wanna grab my ass, Dal. Pay back's a bitch."

° "Try that again and I'm gonna rip your teddy bears head off-"

° "YOU TAKE THAT BACK!"

° Y'all have so much fun istg but the cold makes Dallas even more cranky than usual.

° But lucky for him, he's got you to warm him up!

° Istg I can't believe I actually wrote that... fuck that was super cringe-

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