#we're already all unhinged here | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

brookediamonds · 15 days ago

Note

heyy, is there any chance i could request where there's a young competitor on the iron dragons like devon/kenny's age and axel and the reader sort of take them under their wing and act like their second parents? no worries if not!

next to you | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

Summary: Taking the newest Iron Dragon student under your wing, or wings, you and Axel unknowingly adopt the newcomer creating a new title for your relationship.

Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: None, tooth rotting fluff

(A/N: I love this!! 🥹 I hope you do too!!)

gif is not mine

"Chop, chop, let's go," you clapped your hands as you stood outside of Axel's black convertible as your mini me walked down the driveway.

Marcus rolled his eyes at your bossiness, making you quirk a brow up from under your sunglasses.

"Don't give me that look, we brought you a bagel," you hold up the brown bag that contained an everything seasoned treat.

Marcus perks up taking the bag from your hand before hopping into the backseat of Axel's car.

"Thanks, guys!" The 15 year old grins reaching into the bag for the breakfast item.

"Don't get my car dirty," Axel warns him as you fastened your seatbelt.

"He wouldn't," you frowned. "He knows better."

Axel scoffs beginning to back out of the driveway. "Right."

The sun beamed down on your skin, wind blowing softly through the flyaways from your french braided hair, as Axel drove down to the local arena of Hong Kong.

"Are you nervous about today?" You ask the young boy, turning in your seat slightly.

"Kind of," he mumbles through a mouth full of cream cheese.

"You will do fine," Axel spoke assuringly. "You've been doing very well at practice."

You nodded in agreement reaching over the console to grab at Axel's hand. Your boyfriend flips his palm up, letting your fingers slip into his before giving them a gentle squeeze.

Wordlessly, he lifts your hand, giving the back of it a soft peck in reassurance. While you two had been dating for three years already, his small gesture still sent butterflies to your stomach.

"You two are gross."

You grinned leaning over to press a long dramatic kiss to your boyfriend's cheek with a, "muah!" Making Axel smirk and Marcus groan.

"Thank god we're here," the prepubescent boy exhales as Axel pulled into the parking lot.

You rolled your eyes, the smile never leaving your face. Once you're parked, the three of you head into the building, seeing some of your teammates already there.

"Morning," your Sensei greets you as all of you pass him into the locker room.

"Good morning, sensei," the three of you respond in unison. You head into separate locker rooms, changing into your green gi’s for the tournament.

When you head back to your team, you see Zara talking with Axel and Marcus. The stands were filled with people, the environment buzzing with excitement and occasional cheers for the competitors.

"Oh look, mom and dad are here," Zara teases you as you approach them.

You stop mid-step, eyes flickering over to Axel and Marcus who looked just ask amused and stunned as you.

"Come again?" You inquire.

"Yeah, you two hover over Marcus like concerned parents. You train with him, hype him up, lecture him when he gets reckless—" Zara begins to list off examples of your actions towards the boy.

You raise your eyebrows taking everything she was saying into consideration.

"She's not wrong," Marcus pipes in as he stretched next to you all. You scratched the back of your head awkwardly. Looking over at Axel, who is also processing her words, you nudge him with your elbow.

"We do bring him breakfast a lot," you admit.

"And pick him up and take him home," Axel realizes.

You stare at Marcus, scanning his facial features when it suddenly dawns on you, "Wait… does he kinda look like us if we had kids to you?"

The three of you all suddenly began to study the boy's face when he narrows his eyes at you.

"I do not look like you two!" Marcus interrupts your unhinged thinking. "It just so happens I have your same colored eyes and am almost as tall as Axel."

You pouted dramatically walking over to him, wrapping your arms around him as he stayed still, arms by his side with a sour look on his face.

"You totally look like us!" You cooed squeezing him.

Zara bursted out laughing, Axel shaking his head at the whole ordeal.

"Please make her stop," Marcus begs looking over at your boyfriend.

"Sorry kid," Axel shrugs with his arms crossed.

"Alright," you sighed releasing your hold walking over to Axel's side, nudging him playfully. "Come on, dad, let’s get our kid ready for his match."

"Not funny," Axel mutters, but the smirk on his face betrays him.

The tournament soon began, the competition starting off with the kata category soon transitioning to the one on one's between males and females.

You and Axel easily dominated your age division, earning The Iron Dragons 1st place for Seniors. Marcus was in the Junior division, fighting well but struggling when it came down to the finals for the boys.

Marcus is a headstrong adolescent, he fights with integrity and struggles to accept defeat when a mistake is made. He reminded you a lot of yourself when it came to dwelling on your loses and reminded you of Axel when he fought with everything he has inside of him.

When Marcus joined your dojo, you quickly took notice to his hard working demeanor and love for the sport that you didn't want Sensei Wolf to corrupt that innocence and passion he held.

So you took him under your wing, you and Axel. You gave him the words of encouragement and assurance your Sensei never had to offer.

You didn't want him to resent the sport like you and Axel were starting to when you were Marcus's age. Together you and Axel kept each other afloat, and stood by each others side when things got too hard, mentally and physically.

And you would be sure to do the same for the young boy that stood defeated on the mat from the loss that just occurred.

Marcus walked off the mat, holding his head held high like you taught him to if this should happen. Your Sensei stood with his arms crossed, prepared to release his wrath for losing when Axel stepped in front of him.

"What did you do wrong?" Axel asked, his voice steady but firm.

Marcus, still catching his breath, glanced between Axel and Sensei Wolf before answering. "I dropped my guard after the second counter," he admitted, jaw tight. "I thought I had him, but I hesitated."

Axel nodded, his expression unreadable. "And what should you have done?"

"Stayed on him. Followed through instead of waiting."

"Exactly," Axel said, crossing his arms. "Don't hesitate, you go for it, something we can work on, right?"

Marcus exhaled slowly, nodding. "I can fix it."

"Good." Axel nodded before finally turning to Sensei Wolf, who had remained silent, watching the exchange with narrowed eyes.

For a moment, it seemed like he might object, might force his authority back into the situation. But then, without a word, he stepped back.

You let out a quiet breath, glancing at Axel, sighed in relief as well.

"You okay?" You ask quietly walking up to the defeated boy.

Marcus nods, still holding his tall stance, but you can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands remain clenched at his sides.

"You fought well," you say lightheartedly. "You made one mistake, and you already know what it was. That means you’re learning."

Marcus exhales sharply, shaking his head. "Learning doesn’t win matches."

"Well, no," you agree. "But it does make you better for the next one."

Marcus looks down at your optimistic smile, feeling a certain amount of weight lift from his chest.

"You're gonna win the next one," you state reaching out to squeeze his arm.

"I'm gonna win the next one," Marcus repeats after you.

"Exactly," you state. Axel can't help the small smile tugging at his lips when you give your words of encouragement.

Marcus huffs a short laugh, shaking his head. "Wow," he mutters. "You two really are my parents."

You and Axel glance over at each other, smiles forming on your faces.

"Yeah well, someone's gotta look out for you," you tease the fifteen year old. He snorts, shaking his head before walking off to join the rest of the team.

As you watched Marcus rejoin the team, you feel Axel’s hand brush against yours before he takes it fully, his thumb running absentmindedly over your knuckles making you look up at him.

"You really have a way with him," Axel says lowly, eyes softened.

"And you don't?" You tease, turning to face him.

"I just tell him what he did wrong," he shrugs nonchalantly. "You actually make him believe he can do better."

You reach for his other free hand, intertwining your fingers together.

"We make him believe he can do better," you correct him. Axel huffs a quiet laugh, squeezing your hands.

"Guess we make good parents,'" He smirks down at you. You feel your heart flutter in your chest, a small chuckle escaping your lips.

"Agreed," you finish before standing up on your tippy-toes to brush your lips against his. Before Axel can kiss you again, Zara's whistle echoes through out the arena.

"Alright, mom and dad, quit making heart eyes and get over here!" She calls out to you guys.

Axel groans making you chuckle under your breath. He throws an arm around your shoulders, guiding you back to where your team stood.

"She's never gonna let us live that down, you know that right?" You smile glancing up at Axel as he sighs dramatically.

"I know," he mutters, shaking his head. "But at least we’re the cool parents."

You laugh, leaning into his side as you approach the team. You squeeze Axel’s hand one last time before letting go, stepping into place with your team.

No matter what happened next, one thing was certain: Marcus would always have you two in his corner. And he was grateful for that.

-----------------------------------------------------

(a/n: Happy Valentine's Day! ❤️ Axel for sure would drive an all black vintage 1969 Camaro, I don't make the rules. Not 100% I'll have a V-Day one shot, but gonna try my best to make one up, I'm thinking it's gonna be with the sunshine axel x grumpy reader trope. Still working on other requests btw!!)

#axel kovacevic x reader #cobra kai #axel kovacevic imagines #axel cobra kai #axel kovacevic #axel x reader #miguel diaz #sam larusso #zara malik #eli moskowitz

149 notes · View notes

ebonysplendor · 3 months ago

Note

Bruh review the new version of TKaTB bruh because WOWIEEEEEEEEE

I've found that I don't usually do whole reviews on the updated versions of the visual novels I've already written about...but I find it dope that this implies that you lowkey want my unhinged, scatterbrained story telling. Also, big preesh for keeping me straight lol, because, once again, I've been meaning to get around to playing the update, and I just haven't, which is extremely disrespectful. But anyways! I'm yappin' way too early...

TL;DR: HE HIT IT FROM THE BACK. I REPEAT. HE HIT IT FROM THE BACK! ... technically ... we need to have a serious discussion about this thing called "consent", though...

Game Link: https://fantasia-kittcat.itch.io/the-kid-at-the-back-demo

Notable Features: Yandere LI, Custom Pronouns, Self-Insert (first and last name), Two LIs, 1+ Hour Long Demo Spiciness: 2/5 or 8/5 -- Again, it depends on which version you get. If you get the regular degular free version, it'll be more innocent with some flirtiness here and there. If you pay for the NSFW version -- HIGHLY SUGGESTED by the way! -- it'll be way more sinful and the way that the Gods intended it to be. LI Red Flags: 4/5 or 7/5-- Breaking-and-entering, possessive, drugged us, lack of consent, but that "lack of consent" goes even farther in the NSFW version (yes, even farther than in the previous demo) ... but I still can fix him, ya know? Like, that's bae

Wanna know more? If you are not 18+, ABSOLUTELY NOT. You will NOT put this fantastic game in jeopardy, because you're some curious 14-year-old. I honestly don't even want you on my page...but let's be real, are you actually going to listen to me? I hope that you do...ANYWAYS. My 18+ crew, let's get into it!

Almost an entire month with no visual novel review? Nah, we absolutely cannot let that happen.

You know what else we can't let happen? My constant disrespect towards this visual novel. Once AGAIN, the dev(s) ate and left absolutely no crumbs. Like, damn, can you at least leave the plate? Like-- Okay, wait, no, stop. I don't want to get too far into that, because the yap sesh will get kicked off way too early, and I won't have anything for the actual review portion.

That being said, I have done a review of TKATB before, but I'm doing an update of...well, the update. That also being said, because I'm trying to avoid parroting myself too much, the review is going to flow differently. ALSO! Once again, thanks to the bestie, I was able to see the degeneracy LIVE AND IN 4K and biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch~! Let me tell-- Wait, no, no, no, stop. Not yet. Later. We'll talk about that later...at least sorta.

Anyways, like always, I'll def try to make this as spoiler friendly as possible, especially since it's lowkey a different game at this point. Like, the dev(s) have added in extra SCENES. We have new CGs! Like...we've got CONTENT in this update, y'all!

Okay, for realsies now. Enough yappin'. Let's get into it, and y'all...there's a lot to get into.

So, effin' BOOM.

...Actually. Let's do this another way, because we already lowkey know the story. Again, if you don't, I made a review of it a few months back that will get you somewhat caught up. This time around, though, let's just talk and vibe. Enjoy some snacks or whatever, ya know?

Go ahead and pick; there's plenty. I've got me, like, three capri suns and some donut holes. Like, I'm really tryna get into this game convo with y'all because we're squad, ya know? So, let's get comfy while gettin' into it.

All right, so -- *big siiiiiiiiiiip* -- my husband Solivan Brugmansia, right? Let's discuss. Not about him being my husband or not, the game. Respectfully, check yourself. Anyways.

My Gods. that is bae right there. Like, gah damn...

For starters -- even though, I can totally fix him, and I want to make that very clear! My baby ain't do nothing entirely wrong! Like just- just give him to me. He is just a lil' traumatized and misunderstood; he is very capable of change. Like, I can fix him! I can! -- it's only fair to remind you that he is, uh, kind've batshit crazy. Now, the wild part is that I for realsies forgot that he is not entirely sane. Like, not even kidding about that.

This experience has been a sort of "Let me seep you into the madness" versus a "Let's make him insane off rip", and because it was like that, when he started doing typical yandere shit, there were -- specifically -- two different times that I experienced genuine shock. It was literally like, "Oh yeeeeeeah. This is a visual novel with a yandere love interest. Solivan's the yandere. He's not wrapped too tight. Ah, yes, I forgot about that factoid", ya know? The shit genuinely caught me off guard.

Anyways, still can't trust the orange juice, 10 is the magic number, and don't kiss Crowe...like ever lmao. You can dismiss the fuck out of that man, but he's lowkey a simp like Sol is, so as soon as you kiss him lmao...

Just remember that it's implied that Sol is, and has always been, keeping a close eye on you. Actually, let me back up a little. Let's talk more abo-- Oh, wait, do you need a refill? Okay, hold on for a second. Wait, are you good on snackies? You know what? I'll just grab everything, just in case.

...

Okay, now, let's talk more about the orange juice.

Never --

-- and I mean NEVER, trust the orange juice.

There was a moment that we got with Sol, and it was like, "...Aw :)", and then, he was like, "I made orange juice~!", and it was like, "...Aw :(". Like, lmaooooo, I thought we were past that, ya know? Like, I obviously like you! I have you at a 10! Why are you resorting to nonphysical violence? I mean, he got physical in other ways, but it wasn't violent, ya know what I'm sayin'~?

Now, the "10" thing that I keep bringing up.

This competition between them is more intense than I thought, bro, and Sol does not cope with failure well. You know how people will be like, "a win is a win"? Well, with Sol --

-- a loss is a loss, even if it's just by one point.

Remember that whole "Don't kiss Crowe" thing? I genuinely mean that. As tempting as it may be -- and believe me, it's tempting especially because...Crowe can really make a girl feel really, really... wanted, ya know?🫦... ANYWAYS -- DO NOT kiss that man, because that's the game point. Now, who's the actual winner in that scenario.... 👀🧃*dramatic siiiiiiiiiip*. I ain't gon' say it...but I'm just sayin' lmao.

Even though, I really ain't shit because...I willingly cheated on Sol with Crowe. WAIT. LET ME EXPLAIN WHY THOUGH.

This man, dear Gods, this man. I must stay focused... This man is the one that you SHOULD be dating. This is the one that all of your friends and your family really like and approve of. This is the healthy choice, but you don't choose him, because the one that you want is "dark and hot and tall and mysterious" and you're like, "but daddy, I love him!". Meanwhile, your friends are desperately trying to tell you about all the red flags with the other guy and are like "What is with you and toxic men?!". Then, when you defend your toxic crush, they shade you because they "should've saw it coming" when you had picked Sesshomaru and Sasuke over Inuyasha and Naruto.

...But, anyways, when I say that Crowe is Prince damned Charming? Babes... And then he let that hair loose????

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabes~!

As a side note, lol I wasn't pulling those descriptions (completely) out of my ass; that was the literal intention.

See? "Dark and mysterious" vs "Princely".

Anyways, Crowe's rizz game is...surprisingly strong? Like, I honestly don't know why I was so shocked, but I was shocked. Like, a girl was genuinely flustered, because what do you mean that "you knew that we were going stargazing but you didn't know the brightest start was going to be right in front of you" and "anything for me"? Not to mention that this man was putting flowers in our hair and carRYING US TO OUR APARTMENT IN THE RAIN? BARELY GRUNTING WHILE DOING SO??? Like, sir, please, don't do this. I have a husband...but it's like, shit, I won't tell if you won't at this point.

That's pretty much all the new stuff -- well, that I was willing to partially spoil for you. There's other stuff, but you definitely gotta see that live and in 4K, and trust me, you're gonna want to.

Once again...THE FATTEST EFFING SHOUTOUT TO WHOEVER SENT THAT ANON MESSAGE AS THEY HAVE PUSHED ME TO STAND ON BUSINESS ONCE MORE.

It is even more beautiful than I remember, and thanks to the bestie, I was able to see my husband in all of his glory LIVE and in 4K. Okay, but I was degenerate throughout this whole post, so let's just put a pause on that and actually review the game properly.

This is still a work of the Gods, and I honestly love the tweaks and additions that were made. From Brittany's personality being tweaked so it reads more as "I swear, I'm not mean; I'm just really bad at talking to people" to Crowe's scenario being way more in depth to getting some more CGs of my husband Sol. The art style is still damned IMMACULATE to look at, and the plot is STILL plotting. Also...he's cute, but I lowkey don't trust Crowe, because why are you so perfect? The dev(s) is/are writing the EFF out of these characters. Like, honestly? Continue to pop off.

I definitely plan to buy my own copy, and I HIGHLY suggest that you do the same. It's honestly just the spicy scenes, so it's not like "Ooh, extra lore!" or anything, but they are honestly so deserving of that monetary support. Not to mention, the NSFW version is what the Gods would have wanted.

Even though, I'm wondering if we'll ever explicitly know Sol's (and definitely Crowe's and Hyugo's[/Geo's]) background. Now, admittedly and as far as I know, this is really the only piece of "lore" that you'll miss if you don't get the NSFW version, because I'm certain that I'm not the only one that's noticed it, but just in case you haven't (and I'm cutting the heck out of this CG because it's very spicy, but I need you guys to see what I'm talking about).

What's up with these bruises? Like, you see that right? But it's not in the other picture, so it's like...? What the eff happened? Like, the reason why I say that is because the second picture happened BEFORE the first picture, so something happened to him, but what? I know that it's implied by some of the things that Sol says and how he responds to stuff and some of his mannerisms that he came from a pretty shitty background, but what exactly and is it ongoing?

But, then again, it's like duh it's ongoing, because he said that "it's the usual" that he deals with...uh...certain situations. Check this out though; in that same breath, he was like "every bruise is worth it". Like...what? That's not-- That's not a normal or healthy thought let alone something you'd actual verbalize. Like, I'm telling you, the dev(s) is/are murdering this visual novel thing. No wonder it's so easy to forget that Sol is a literal walking red flag. I'm more focused on the plot than whether or not he's gonna drug my food.

Also, also, also, I just want to yap really briefly about my favorite CG... screen... UI thingy...that I can't show you. Not because it's a spicy one but because, even though you can probably read between the lines, it'd be, what I feel is, a major spoiler. Just as a slight "pro" tip. That little green heart at the top right of your screen that turns blue when you hover over it?

It leads to that screen with the scale that shows your affinity level for Sol and Crowe. Just...check in on that thing a lot; you may see something interesting. When you do see that interesting thing...please, think of me ಥ‿ಥ Because next to the way that the affinity level is shown altogether, it was my absolute favorite thing about the update. That was done so beautifully. ...Damn, I want to show you all so badly ._.

Anyways, I think my yap session should end here. I've already said it a handful on times, but what's one more time? I highly, highly, HIGHLY recommend this game. It's so good, the art is amazing, the plot is plotting, and so much work and love has gone into this game, and it's STILL only in its demo phase. I suggest donating $5 to have (permanent) access to the NSFW version and/or telling the dev(s), "Hey! Really love your game! I was just wondering if you take human sacrifices? Would that expedite the full release? Anyways! You're doing great, sweetie! <3"; aggressively supportive validation is really the only way to go, because they really are doing more than a damned good job. You should honestly see it for yourself. Here, I'll put the direct link for ya.

I'm yapping again. I'm ending it for realsies now. The biggest preesh for hanging out with me today and getting this far. PLEASE, remember to drink water, don't be dumb, and hope to see you around~!

The Kid at the Back (DEMO)

110 notes · View notes

illbegottenfaith · 5 days ago

Text

ordinary people

when tom shows up at your door, bruised and bloodied, you finally find the strength to turn him away for good (tom riddle x reader)

a/n - ahhh this concept has been living in my head for a month now ever since I had a dream based off of this post by @iniquitousyearning ! I don't normally write for tom (and I might never again) but I just havent been able to get this scene out of my head, enjoy!!

tropes/warnings - no happy ending, mild descriptions of injury, angst

word count - 1.7k

"Get your coat."

He glances over his shoulder. and when he turns back, you see the cagey, stricken look in his eyes. The bright red gash along his cheekbone is startling against the pure white late February frost blanketing your doorstep.

"We're leaving."

It's been months since you last saw Tom. Up until 30 seconds ago, you had no idea if he was dead or alive. But here he was at your door with a bloodier face and more nervous disposition than when you last saw him. Every few seconds his eyes dart behind him, suspiciously scrutinising the perfectly innocent tree line.

And now, he's asking - no, telling - you to leave with him, to go God knows where for God knows how long to do God knows what.

"Your face," you whisper tenderly. "You look awful. What happened?"

He doesn't reply. Not that you expected him to. He distractedly runs a hand along the cut on his cheek.

"Never mind that," he says coarsely. "We have to go."

He shifts his weight between his feet. You take a closer look at his face. It's marred by a few cuts here and there, tiny scratches that would otherwise seem insignificant. The kind of injuries only a careless person sustained, as Tom would say.

You followed his flickering gaze, peering into the distant woods that encircled your home. You didn't want to find out what kind of monstrous things would drive a man like him, one who ruled his life with an iron fist, to the brink of insanity.

You drag your eyes back to his bruised face and grimace.

"Maybe you should come inside. Sit. Have some tea."

But you don't step back to let him through. It's as though you already knew he'd refuse. He glances behind again. You've seen him disturbed before, you're sure, but never this...anxious. Wild. Desperate. Unhinged.

"We need to leave," he repeats, as though you hadn't heard him the first 12 times. "Now."

You exhale.

"I...can't." Your voice is shaky and you finally recognise the trembly feeling hurting your bones as fear. The tension coils between you, palpable. His sharp gaze narrows as he picks up on your hesitation.

"I don't have time for this," he mutters. "Get your coat and let's go."

"To- "

"You don't understand," he snaps, his impatience bleeding through. He takes in a deep breath. "How could you?" he continues in an unnervingly detached, pleasant tone. "This is beyond you. Just...listen to me. Go fetch your coat, and I promise - everything will make sense soon."

"I can't," you repeat plaintively. "I haven't seen you in months, Tom. I didn't know if I would ever see you again. I can't up and leave my friends, my family, just because you want me to." You scoff weakly. "I can't just - "

"You said you loved me."

You flinch. The memory knocks the wind out of you. It had happened late one night at a muggle pub in London, of all places. Watching him order another glass of whiskey, you had felt so overcome, so sick with infatuation that before you realised what you were saying, the words had tumbled from your lips, clumsy and uncouth.

Tom takes a step towards you, his silhouette looming ominously. This close, he's wicked, animalistic - all teeth.

"Don't you love me, sweetheart?" he croons, almost lovingly dragging his knuckles down your cheek in a lover's caress. But you know better. You turn your face away, your eyes fluttering shut. You can feel yourself beginning to overheat. This isn't right, you think. This isn't fair.

"I can't love you when you do bad things to good people," you force out with difficulty. It sounds stupidly naive even to your own ears.

His face darkens. You can hear the undisguised displeasure in his tone.

"If you loved me, you'd understand."

"If you loved me, you'd stop."

Tom stiffens. You've crossed a line. His eyes gleam dangerously.

"You're being ridiculous. You're acting," he snarls, "like a child." He looks away, eyeing your home distastefully. Yet beneath the venom in his tone, you hear it - the bargaining creeping in.

"You’re better than this," he urges. "You don’t belong here. Playing house. Pretending you’re ordinary. And I know that..." he pauses, curling his fingers at the base of your skull, "...because you're just like me."

You blink back tears. "I don't think so, Tom," you say quietly. "There's no one quite like you."

"You could be."

You shake your head, trying to keep a brave face even as you feel yourself start to fall apart. "I don't want to live the way you do," you say, your voice barely above a whisper, now nearly weeping. "Why is that so hard to understand?"

His expression falters. It's as though it's crossed his mind for the first time that he might have to leave here without you.

"Fine," he finally spits out bitterly, his spiteful side rearing its ugly head. "Live a miserable life and die in a pauper's grave for all I care." He sneers at you with all the arrogance of a blood purist. "I thought you were different. But you're just as weak as the rest of them."

You recognise his diatribe for what it is - a poor, petulant attempt at punishing you for abandoning him. He turns, the snow crunching comfortingly beneath his shoes. You feel your heart shattering with every step, but you can't look away out of morbid fascination.

He pauses at the foot of your porch and looks up at you coolly.

"I could have given you everything."

You sigh regretfully. You almost feel sorry for him.

"Not everything is yours to give."

#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x you #tom riddle angst #slytherin boys

82 notes · View notes

mayajadewrites · 9 months ago

Text

could've been you - shouta aizawa x fem! reader, hawks x fem! reader

chapter eleven

this chapter is all about this sexy ass man so we're all gonna stare at this beautiful photo of him thank u

✦ story synopsis: You're the new teacher at UA with a rocky past with one of their beloved teachers, Shouta Aizawa aka Eraserhead. You'd rather never see him again but alas, such is life. You also meet Keigo, aka Hawks, who is the opposite of Aizawa. Smiley, golden retriever energy.

✦ chapter content warnings: unprotected sex

✦ relationships: aizawa x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader

ao3

TAG LIST:

@come-away-with-me87, @kxshdoll, @evilsanzu, @friendly-neighborhood-turtle, @lili-pond,

@the-unhinged-raccoon @falling4fandoms @cherry-cosmoz @kkgraham @big-denki-energy @aphrodite-xoxo @keiweeny @minminroie @skazewrld @crimsonsaki

You took an everything shower, making sure to scrub every crevice of your body. You applied your sweetest smelling lotion - notes of vanilla.

You take a deep breath as you look in the mirror. You almost didn't recognize the woman in front of you. You're finally, finally giving Shouta a chance to prove himself.

Just 24 hours ago, you were tangled in the sheets with Keigo.

But that is the past. The past that needs to stay in the past.

Keigo is younger than you, not too much but enough to where you feel as though you're from two different worlds.

He has fans. You're not used to women fawning over a man you were with - a man they would take in 2 seconds if they could.

"Tch." You suck your teeth as you turn to your closet to sift through your clothes.

"Shouta's favorite color is black." You tap your chin with your index finger. You pull out a black, off the shoulder crop top with long, mesh sleeves. Your tits look phenomenal, honestly. They're pushed up and the shimmer from your lotion hits the lighting perfectly.

You grab black washed ripped jeans and your favorite pair of simple black heels before you put on your makeup. Your hair was loosely curled as you ran your fingers through the ends with oil.

7:55 PM.

You heard a knock at your door. You were skeptical, since it wasn't 8 yet. Did Keigo come back?

You look through the door hole and see Shouta with his hair pulled back in a bun, dressed in all black. He had a giant bouquet of red roses - had to be at least 5 dozen.

"You clean up nice." Your eyes ran up and down his body as you opened the door.

"You still stink." Shouta smirked as he walked into your place. He handed you the flowers for you to put in a vase.

"You're 5 minutes early, sir."

Shouta didn't answer you, he just sat down on the couch and pulled his phone out. "So whatever you need to do in the next 5 minutes, do it."

You spray your favorite perfume on your skin before taking one last look in the mirror.

"Ready."

Shouta opened the passenger door of his car, a black sedan. Practical.

The inside was very clean though, which you appreciated.

"Where are we going?" You turn him, crossing your ankles.

"You'll see."

He started to drive, his eyes every now and again finding their way to you. You look down at his large, veiny hands. You wanted to touch them. You wanted them to touch you.

He must've felt the same, because the next thing you knew his hand was wrapped around your thick thigh. He squeezed the sides gently, smirking at the plushness of your skin.

You look out the window as his hand caresses your leg, always coming back to your thigh. You bit your bottom lip, hoping he didn't notice how flustered he was making you already.

He picked out a cute sushi restaurant - the inside looked beautiful with twinkly lights and waterfalls.

When he let you out of the car, he took your hand gently and lead you to the door. You felt his hand squeeze yours, as if to make sure you're actually there.

You were led to your table, in a more secluded part of the restaurant.

"It's so pretty in here." You look around.

"You don't remember what you said about this place, do you?"

You shook your head.

"We were on patrol one day, and this place just opened. You said you wanted to try it when you had money to, since we had just become pro heroes."

"How do you remember that?" You cross your legs under the table.

"I remember everything." His eyes stay on you as he sips his miso soup.

You felt bold, so you dragged your foot down his leg gently under the table. You watched him almost spit out his soup, which made you laugh.

"Feeling brave, hm?" Shouta kept his eyes on you.

You nod, continuing to rub his leg with your foot. You tilt your head to the side as you take a sip of your water, your lips wrapping around the straw.

Shouta turned his head to look at a fish tank, trying to get his mind off of the fact that he wanted to take you on the table right then and there.

The rest of dinner was filled with sexual innuendos, reminiscing on memories, good memories, and more sexual innuendos.

Your pussy was already soaked thinking about what will happen when you get home.

"Well, here we are." Shouta deliberately went past your door to his as his hand squeezed yours. You smiled as he put his key in the door, turning it quickly. You take a few steps in before you bend down to take your heels off.

"Let me help." Shouta kneeled down to the floor, his chocolate eyes boring into yours. He unbuckled your heel, sliding it off your foot slowly. You let out a breath from being let go from the tight heel, your foot finally being able to relax. Shouta kissed your ankle once before moving onto your other foot.

You watched from above as Shouta took your other heel off, his hands dragging up your legs to your hips as he stood up.

Your eyes were filled with lust as you leaned into Shouta's body, your hands pressing against his muscular chest.

"Are you still feeling brave?" He purred.

That's it.

You pressed your lips against his gently, gripping his shirt in your hand with a fist. Shouta grabbed your face with both of his hands, making sure you stay close to him.

You tilt your head as you kiss him, his thumbs rubbing your cheeks as he slips his tongue in your mouth. A breathy moan escapes your throat against his lips - a sound that was filled with lust and need.

"Should we move to the bed?" Shouta's words sounded like music to your ears. You nod as he lifts you up by your hips, planting his large hands on your ass. His lips find yours again as you wrap your legs around his waist. He lifted you like it was nothing.

Once you were back in his room, he gently laid you down on his bad, your hair pooling around his pillows. He was hovering over you, his arms caging you in. He unbuttoned his shirt, which was so unintentionally sexy. You followed his lead and took your shirt off, your tits bouncing when they released from the fabric.

"No bra?" Shouta kissed your lips again as he threw his shirt to the floor. "Dirty girl."

"Bras hurt." You wrap your hand around his wrist with your dainty hand, bringing his large hand to your breast. "Touch me, Shouta."

His movements were timid at first as he stared at your beautiful, supple chest. Your tits are huge, in a way that makes Shouta want to bury his face in them. His fingertips grazed the skin on your nipple, goosebumps immediately forming. You bit your lips with anticipation as he finally took a handful of your breast in his head, squeezing it gently.

"God, Shouta. Your touch is like fire." You throw your head back as he massages your breasts. His eyes flicker to yours as he lowers his head to your chest, his mouth wrapping around the nipple on the other breast.

You gasp as he starts sucking on your sensitive nub, his other hand kneading your tit. "Fuck." You press your head to the back of his head as his mouth let go of your nipple with a 'pop'. He kissed the valley in between your breasts as he made his way to your soft stomach, kissing right above your belly button, them to the top of your jeans.

You were getting impatient. Your pussy was throbbing with need, but Shouta liked to take his time. He knew you were getting fussy, too.

"Impatient one, hm?" Shouta smirked as he undid the button to your jeans.

"Shouta, please." You pout. "I need you inside of me."

"Inside of you... is that right?" He grabbed your belt loops, pulling your pants down to reveal your black thong.

"Yes." You nod, reaching for his pants. He did most of the work in taking them off, but hey, you tried. You were too full of lust to truly assist him.

He slowly pulled his boxer briefs off, his long, fat cock springing against his abdomen.

This man is ripped and he never shows it. What a shame.

But you get to be the one to see him.

Truly see him.

You watch his cock with amazement - you've never really thought about how big Shouta is - but you had a feeling he wouldn't be on the small side. A few pieces of his hair fell out of his bun to frame his face as he pulled your thong off of you. He tore the fabric so easily that they ripped right there.

"You're too strong for your own good, Eraserhead." You smirked as you looked at your broken pair of panties. "You owe me a new pair."

"I'll buy you as many panties as you want. I'm keeping these though." Shouta leaned into your neck, placing kisses marks on your skin. He sucked on your sensitive spot - his tongue swirling around the new bruise.

The cold air of Shouta's room hit your pussy as he kissed you. He was so close to you, but not enough. You wanted to feel him, all of him.

"Do you have condoms?" You felt your pussy clench around nothing.

"I don't. And I prefer not to use them." Shouta removed himself from your neck to look at you. "Did you use them with the bird?"

You nod, bringing your hand to the back of his head.

"Once I'm inside you, you're mine. Ok?" Shouta kissed your lips roughly, his cheeks a shade of pinkish-red.

"Yours?"

"You heard me. That means no more bird. That means there's no reason to use condoms. I'm clean, you're clean."

You watched Shouta's movements, trying to decipher if he's joking or not. But there was no sense of softness in his eyes.

"I want to fuck you when I want." Shouta kissed your lips. "Wherever I want." He placed a hot kiss on your neck again. "I want to feel all of you, got it?"

You nod. "I'm yours, Shouta."

Those were the words that ignited something in Shouta Aizawa. You felt his fat tip rub against your slits, coating them with his pre-cum.

You spread your legs to give Shouta a better view. He used one hand to guide his cock inside of you, his other hand on your plush hip.

You felt his tip slide inside of you, a cry leaving your lips.

"Shhh, it's just the tip baby." He slowly pushed himself inside you, finally going past the tip. Your pussy clenched against him as he watched his cock disappear inside of you. "So tight, fuck." He slid the rest of him inside of you, watching your eyes roll back.

Shouta brought his hand to your face, caressing your cheek as he established his rhythm. Your tits bounced with his movements, the sound of his balls hitting your skin filling the room.

Your back arched as he leaned down to your neck, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he pounded into your plush walls.

"Fuck, baby." Shouta's moans were sinful. You could feel your pussy clenching his cock tightly, the coil in your stomach tightening. "You're so wet, so tight, damn."

The sound of your wet pussy was all Shouta could hear. He started to pound into you faster, his hands squeezing your hips roughly. His fingertips left marks on your skin.

"I've dreamt about this pussy, did you know that?"

A whimper left your lips, the coil tightening again. You turn your head to the side as you feel your orgasm approaching. Shouta took notice, bringing his thumb to your swollen clit. Your body twitched at his touch, bringing your euphoria that much closer.

"Shouta I'm gonna come." You moaned his name, tangling your fingers in his raven hair.

"I didn't say you could." He rubbed circles on your clit, using your own arousal to coat the nub.

"P-please."

"No." He slammed his entire length into you as he rubbed your clit, the sound of his cock pounding into you making your ears ring.

You couldn't hold it anymore.

"Shouta, please."

"Daddy."

"D-Daddy, please."

He moved his hand from your aching clit, bringing his lips to yours as he thrusted into you. You took that as an okay, so you let yourself free. The coil broke, your body involuntarily squirming. "Shouta." You moaned when you wrapped your arms around his neck, his skin sweaty. His face was in your neck, biting the skin as his pace became sporadic. You felt his muscular chest against yours, your fingertips dragging along his back - which is also very muscular. You dig your nails into his skin as he reaches places you never thought anyone could.

"Where should I come?" His voice was so low you almost couldn't hear him.

With lust on your mind, there was only one answer.

"Inside." You let out a breathy moan.

"Trying to trap me already?" He smirked. "Don't worry baby, this cock is yours forever whether you like it or not."

"I'm on the pill."

Shouta pushed himself into you one last time before he released himself inside of you, his white juices covering your walls. He was at the hilt of his cock - a ring of a white substance around his member.

You whimpered when his cock retreated from you. From the sudden loss of him. Shouta kissed your swollen lips before going to the bathroom to grab towels. He helped clean your body up, kissing your forehead when he was done.

You both stared at each other in that moment. Lost in each other's presence, in this moment. You couldn't help but kiss Shouta's lips again and again, savoring this moment.

"Yours." You kissed his lips once more as he wrapped his arms around your naked body.

"Mine." He pressed his cheek to the top of your head as you laid your head on his chest, drifting off to sleep.

202 notes · View notes

frownyalfred · 1 month ago

Note

Nearly all my AO3 bookmarks are unhinged (positive) comments for my organization system, and I need you to know that, unironically, a non zero numbers of my bookmarks of your stuff is stuff like, “No Alfred chopping wood, 6.5/10”, “Hal jumpscare. Have learned something about myself today. 8.43/10”, or “Is a WIP. Mean :( 4/10”

The number-crunching process is…intricate, lol.

My bookmarks are also entirely private. I only bookmark writing I love, but I don’t wanna accidentally upset someone when they reasonably interpret things differently, you know? Especially w/authors like you who have written enough for some serious variety and might be worried about people reacting immaturely to new kinds of fic.

I enjoy everything you put out, both for the stuff I found you for (SuperBat for days) and things I honestly used to consider a squick of mine (You have rewritten my brain with your A/B/O AUs)!

I appreciate both your rating system and your care in making sure it's private to prevent misunderstandings. I think I'd be 90% more chill about ratings in bookmarks if they gave an explanation like you described -- though I don't speak for all authors and sometimes the rating itself, even with context, is a slap in the face.

I do think you bring up an important thought here. So much of our tone online is context-dependent, and authors and bookmarkers are sometimes operating in very different circles. Meaning can get lost easily, and feelings can be hurt easily without that being the intention. Keeping things private unless we're certain the author won't be hurt makes the most sense to me right now, until we come up with a better system.

An example of this came to me as I was writing this reply. A few months ago I had someone reblogging my posts on here and tagging them "pedantic." And while yes, I agree that most of my posts are probably a little pedantic, that still stung. I mean, pedantic? You think I'm pedantic? That's all you have to say about it? Why are you reblogging it then?

So I went to their blog, read their pinned post, and realized they had a complex tagging system set up for archiving. "Pedantic" was their own tag for posts that were either longer than a paragraph, or that got into greater detail about certain topics. Their explanation/tag summary made perfect sense after that, but from my POV back on my own blog? All I get is the "pedantic" which again, didn't feel great.

That's all to say -- reader and writer relationships are a push and pull, a constant evaluation of ourselves and others, and we should seek to be kind and perhaps overly cautious when possible. Too many things already get lost in translation here on the internet.

#also please let me know which fic can be improved by alfred chopping wood #I will add it if it's a WIP #oooh maybe the ASOH sequel hm?#asks #myfic #theresurrectionist #anon #writing #bookmarks #ao3 #archive of our own #fandom #tumblr

112 notes · View notes

fuckyeahisawthat · 9 months ago

Text

So Denis Villeneuve has this particular type of close-up shot that he uses to varying degrees in all his movies but uses a lot in Dune, particularly when shooting Paul. In fact he uses one for the very first shot of Paul in Dune Part One.

There are some common cinematographic elements that define what I would consider the Villeneuve Close-Up (TM), but I'll admit there is also a vibes-based, you-know-it-when-you-see-it element to picking out these shots, which means all discussion here is somewhat subjective and we're talking about general trends instead of fixed categories. But in general, in these shots the camera tends to be at eye-level with the character, which means it can be very low or even on the ground if they are having a floor-based experience.

Sometimes we're in a SUPER extreme close-up where the character's face is filling the frame.

Other times we are not actually that close but we know we are seeing something that other characters are not.

The character may be alone or they may be surrounded by people, but the point of these shots is to reveal something to us the audience that no one else in the scene sees, pulling us into a private emotional world where it's just us and the character. It's a very effective tool for building sympathy and emotional intimacy.

I'm not the only person who's noticed that we lose this specific kind of close-up of Paul entirely in the section of the movie after Paul drinks the Water of Life. I've seen this described as "we're no longer seeing from Paul's POV" or even "he stops being the protagonist of the movie at that point" but I don't think either of these are exactly what's going on. Seeing the world of the story through a certain character's POV is different from what I'm talking about here, and Dune Part Two takes us through many shifts in POV over the course of the movie.

What happens is that we, the audience, recoil from our close, intimate visual and emotional relationship to Paul--or maybe he withdraws from us--for a portion of the movie after he drinks the Water of Life. But, crucially, not right away.

This shot in the "we're Harkonnens" conversation is such a classic Villeneuve Close-Up (TM). We're positioned as if we're sitting right next to Paul, seeing something on his face that is mostly hidden from Jessica, who's standing across the room and slightly behind him.

I think this shot is super important for telling us (even if we only register it subconsciously) that the Paul we know is not completely dead. Drinking the Water of Life may make you see things that others can't, and it may make you a little unhinged, but it doesn't make you inhuman. There's still a person in there.

I would argue that the distancing from Paul starts in these shots:

This is still a close-up; we are not much further away from Paul than in the shot above, but the vibe is totally different. Now we are seeing him the way his followers do, closed-off and purposefully intimidating. We are seeing the image he chooses to present to the world and none of the human vulnerability underneath.

We stay at this emotional and visual distance from him for most of the rest of the movie--but not the whole thing. Because after watching Paul be a terrifying force of destruction for half an hour, we get slammed into remembering he is a person--young, hurt, alone; a person who didn't want any of this--at the very end of the movie.

I think you could make an argument for a few different shots being the first Villeneuve Close-Up of the end of the movie. But where I always notice it is here, when the Emperor is talking about Leto.

While not a particularly close close-up, I'm always struck by this shot as well:

And then we really get pulled in close to Paul during the duel--particularly at the end of the duel when he's already wounded and it seems like he might lose. We get this angle several times:

We get this shot that I'm particularly feral about...

...because while the focus of this shot is (1) the knife and (2) Feyd, someone made sure that the features you notice on Paul's face are his eyelashes and the curls of hair falling in his face, the features that make him look most soft and vulnerable.

And then of course after Paul has won the duel we get this shot, another peak Villeneuve Close-Up (TM) that I have already written about, where Paul is surrounded by people chanting his name but no one to pull the knife out of his shoulder for him.

And we hold onto that connection with Paul right up through "Lead them to paradise."

Which is an insane choice for that moment actually! Once again, this is not a super close close-up, but we're watching him from a perspective that no other character can see and we understand that there's no personal triumph in this moment for him.

Now, obviously, there are a lot of other choices being made in these scenes, in terms of writing, performance, lighting, score, everything. The camera placement is just one element supporting the overall storytelling. But it's one that's very easy to track through screenshots and a good example of how one specific element of filmmaking can be used to influence how we see a character, whether or not we even consciously notice it while immersed in the film.

#dune #dune part two #paul atreides #cinematography #denis villeneuve

189 notes · View notes

hollowed-theory-hall · 1 month ago

Note

I'm a millennial in my late 20s. Been a HP fan since the early 2000s. For someone who grew up in an unhealthy, volatile household, I've always deeply resonated with Harry. Till this date, no other characters brought me comfort nearly as much as he did. Never understood back then why he got so much hate. Well I'm happy now that the Tumblr community has become far more positive about him, but I was disheartened to find out the hate for him have not ceased on other platforms. What I hate the most is when people claim him as an 'average wizard' or 'not as great as his parents'. Bless this boy, we read the books from his POV and I think people often overlook that his narrative is very modest, not boastful at all, ofc he downplays how talented he really is. But whenever we see another character speak of him for example McGonagall or Neville or even Hermione, it's nothing but praise. Do you think if the books were written from different POVs, the hatred and misconceptions about Harry would've been far less ? Coz we all know he is anything but average.

Also, the relief I felt when I came across your blog. Keep up the good work dear, make people love this boy as much as I do ♡

Hello 👋

First of all, thank you so much!! 💕

I do plan to keep writing about our boy Harry because I love him so much. Personally I love Harry's narration, I don't think he's given enough credit for how witty the inside of his head can be at times and how much his experience makes the books what they are and that I wouldn't chose another narrator, but I digress.

Second, for your question, yeah, I think if we saw Harry from a different pov the fandom's opinion on him would be quite different (though, I still think there would be disagreement, since I do see hate for Hermione and misunderstanding of McGonagall's character. Like, I haven't seen an HP character that doesn't have some level of discourse or disagreement about them. It's just how things are).

I have already written here how I think other characters see Harry as more confident and competent than he sees himself. Though, the degree and how positively they see him would greatly depend on who's pov we're in. I actually think if Harry wasn't the pov he would've been even more mischaracterised. I mean, he'd be written as cold as arrogant (as that's how he appears to many people in the books) by the fandom. He'd probably get written as not as good of a person as he actually is. But, he'd probably appear as just a bit unhinged and pretty competent (like he actually is).

But, all of this really depends on who the pov character is. How Ron & Hermione see Harry is different from how Draco sees Harry, or even Snape or Dumbledore. Like, most characters see him as a very different person so it'll really depend.

I will say I agree with you that I see less outright hate for Harry these days (on tumblr, at least), though I still see him mischaracterised and simplified often.

#harry potter #hp #hp meta #asks #anonymous #hollowedtheory #harry potter meta #harry james potter

55 notes · View notes

sleepyconfusedpotato · 1 year ago

Text

MWIII Campaign Thoughts and Reviews

(Played in the recruit difficulty because I suck at FPS games, and I want to explore and spent time in the campaign without dying too much). Leave some thoughts!

⚠️SPOILER ALERT⚠️

So… that was devastating.

(+) To start things off, Makarov - Boy, holy shit. Yes. YESSS. They didn’t hold back with the new Makarov. He’s a mastermind, he’s a charming fella, he’s a psychopath lol. And the fact that he smiles a lot in this campaign just adds to the creepiness. I might get some side-eye here, but this Mak can go head-to-head with the OG!Mak. He’s always onto something, he’s proven destructive, had the 141 hauling ASS to chase him.

Makarov had stolen American missiles from ULF, caused false flag missile attacks on Russian Military base, and successfully orchestrated a false airplane hijacking, all under ULF's name - everything in the span of 48 hours since he got out of prison. I saw people saying that this Makarov ain't got nothing on the OG one has to be inhaling some shit copium because this is only in one single game and he's destroying shit.

I know just one game with rushed development won’t be enough for an iconic character like him, so I’m glad they didn’t kill him.

(-) I absolutely ABHOR, DETEST, LOATH the Open Combat Missions (OCM). It is so very not Call of Duty campaignesque. it doesn’t help anything with the narrative, and if anything, it even took away the narrative for us. The former missions in former games are iconic in their own way because the mission designer put a lot of thought into how the game will be played, the situations we found ourselves in.

But OCM's, we're like... Left to our own devices without any story-driven dialogues.

I think one of the reasons why MWII was so close to everyone's heart was because of the banters between the characters, especially in Alone. Here, because it's literally our choice and our time, it left us with no actual given time to know and love the characters more than we already did. Yes we love the characters, MW19 and MWII did that for us. But in this one? They said "character development is done, mate. Now go to war.”

Then again, is OCM a product and evidence of MWIII’s rushed development? 100% yes. I don’t give a shit if they cover it with “oowh we make OCM so you can play the missions differently each time without repeating the same mission over and over again!”. Let me ask you this, Activision - Have ‘repeating the mission over and over again’ been a problem with us campaign-enjoyers? No! I played the MWII campaign like 5 times, in all difficulty (except realism I still love my life), and I enjoyed it, because the mission designers took a lot of time and thought to it instead of just creating a map, putting a bunch of loadouts scattered around the area and throw us in it. So yes, it’s clear that OCM is a product of rushed development. It sucks the life out of the campaign missions.

Some people may enjoy it, but I play the campaign exactly for the linear style missions, not DMZ style.

(+) Look, I said it before that I will go to the campaign with the lowest expectation possible. I expected Mak to be sub-par, I expected them to play safe with the characters, and BOY WAS I WRONG. Setting aside the point above where the character feels stuck on the character development (which is a huge minus btw), all the characters have time to shine in their own missions, especially Price because I feel like we play him the most. However, I do also love the fact that the girls get shit done here. Farah and Laswell did their work so beautifully and apparently it was revealed that Laswell will be a MP operator, so that’s cool.

(+) Ghost being a menacing presence, can stood his ground. Price being level-headed though at the same time unhinged as usual. Gaz being the voice of reason throughout the entire fucking game LMAO. Soap being the brave man he is, the passion and fury is evident throughout the campaign. Farah being badass and dependable as usual. Alex being the main supportive guy to Farah (Faralex is canon at this point argue with a wall). Nikolai being our most reliable get-away guy.

And of course, Graves and Shepherd being the fucking goofy ahh duo I actually find interesting. The trial cutscene was such a goofy scene LMAO the fact that they backstabbed each other in the ass is real funny. I side with Graves though. However wrong and unhinged he may be, Graves is just a guy doing his job and did what he’s told to do.

(+) I love the fact that Mak tried to frame Urzikstan to pin the blame on them. It's exactly what the OG!Makarov did but in HD. The Passenger mission is phenomenal and more damn traumatizing if only it was a bit longer and more stretched. There are many more reference to the OG games and I absolutely love it.

Now…

Soap’s Death

Remembering all the MWII missions with Soap... It hits differently now, man.

(-) I've read a lot of people's arguments about it that the fact that it happened is just for shock value and kind of disappointing. Because let’s be real here, Soap is an SAS who got the name Soap because of how much of a slippery bastard he is. Granted, Mak is an ex-Spetsnaz and can fight with Soap. But how he went down in a goddamn takedown without any chance of fighting is just… it’s not it.

To add to that, the reaction from the boys is just... Underwhelming? Like I get it they're battle-hardened SAS soldiers, but let them show some damn emotions for fuck’s sake. One of the main reason why the OG!Soap’s death is really painful is because of Price’s reaction to it. How he said “NO. NO NO NO SOAP!!” While he shook Soap’s lifeless body in the table. At least let Price kneel to him, straighten his body, touch his vest. Close his eyes, gather Soap’s hand and PUT HIS GUN ON his chest all the while Ghost and Gaz knelt beside them. I do love the fact that they literally went to Scotland to let go of his ashes with Ghost holding the urn though. I cried in this scene.

And the fact that it happened with the shortest campaign out of all the reboot MW games, it just felt rushed. Yes. It’s completely rushed, there’s no doubt about it. Again, the result of rushed developments.

(+) Now, with that said, I kind of want to shed light on how Soap is literally the youngest guy in the group. He had so much to live for. He's a sunshine in the middle of this gruff emotionally hardened man. He's such a joy to be around. He's brave. He's fresh. The fact that he's got so much to live for adds to the sadness and bitterness, which I actually like.

Sometimes I do kind of like those kinds of deaths, where the character is too soon to die, because it hit so much harder and in a different way than the OG! one. We got to see the OG!Soap went from when he was an FNG, turn to a captain, to a man of fortitude that earned Price's honor and sacrificed himself to protect Price. We saw how he developed and changed. We saw his entire career with us throughout all the OG!MW trilogy.

Reboot!Soap's story barely even started, and the fact that he's still so young, imagining how he'd be one hell of an officer, how he'd lead his team in the future.

OG!Soap’s death is sad because all the times and memories we’ve been through with him, but Reboot!Soap’s death is equally sad for the times we could’ve gone through with him.

I want to say this though, some people said that Soap's death is sudden, but I wouldn't agree with that. I think the telltales are all there.

In the helicopter scene after Price and Soap caught him in Verdansk, Mak literally SAID HIS FULL NAME. That is a literal pinpoint death sentence from Makarov. And how emotional Soap’s reaction is compared to the other boys when the airport blew up. The signs are literally all there! I saw it coming actually.

So is Soap’s death rushed? Yes. Could it have been executed better? Yes. Is it for shock value? Yes. But is it as sad? Yes. Honestly, I blame the rushed development and due dates for this. Activision is a cash grabber who wanted a yearly release so they can catch more money. I fucking bet my ass that initially they didn’t want to kill Soap, but it’s like a last-minute decision to make this game actually look like it’s worth 70 dollars.

Like by the end of the game, nothing has been accomplished. Big Bad Guy is on the loose, and we lost Soap. Yea we did stop some of Makarov's attacks, but we ended with a loss. It's a completely sad ending. I just wish we get to continue with more missions after Soap's death like in OG!MW3 though :(

WHAT'S NEXT?

Now. Shepherd is positively fucken dead. Price is now an actual criminal and a fugitive. He just killed a 4-star US Marines general in his own office. Price is entering his insane and unhinged era. I do wonder if he'll go even more unhinged than this.

The story will undoubtedly continue in the MP seasons (although probably only 2 seasons that mattered because it'll also undoubtedly be filled with skins and collabs and shit). I think it will also focus more on transitioning to the next CoD games, which will be Black Ops (It is confirmed that for the 2024 and 2025 CoD, it will be Black Ops games).

We're talking future here, so if there's going to be a CoD MWIV, It might be possible that this is the game where we'll finally defeat Makarov while the 141 copes with losing Soap. I do wonder if Price will become too unhinged and will get rid of everything on his way to kill Mak. Price's reckless acts will become too much for Gaz that it's starting to hurt other people and himself, and Gaz will do something against Price's command or wish - and Ghost will have to choose a side. Now that's the kind of drama I want to see.

What do I score this campaign, what do I score this campaign... The story is actually good, but because the development is evidently rushed, the packaging feels a bit hollow. It's a 7/10 for me!

---

Wait you know what

We get to pet a dog named Riley. 10/10, Game of The Fucking Year.

Reboot!Logan/Hesh (?) 👀

---

So there it goes! If you've read this far I love you and Activision will pay for my therapy (ʘ ͜ʖ ʘ)

#call of duty modern warfare iii spoilers #call of duty modern warfare 3 spoilers #mwiii spoilers #mw3 spoilers #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #cod #call of duty modern warfare III #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty modern warfare 2023 #task forc 141 #tf141 #sleepy's game reviews

708 notes · View notes

c-e-d-dreamer · 1 month ago

Text

I Breathe It, Believe It (I'm Getting What I Need)

A/N: I heard that 2025 is the year of unhinged, and this is certainly the most unhinged thing I've ever written! But hey, at least it's not a cursed foursome... yet. Anyways! Happy final day of @rhystaappreciationweekend! Enjoy some more smut including beast!Rhys 😏

Read on AO3

Cassian shook his hair out from the flight before stepping through the doors and into the warmth of Rita's. Music from a band in the far corner filled the whole space, a light and jovially tune, but even through that Cassian could still hear the sharp, familiar sound of words meant to slice, meant to bite. With a low chuckle, he moved toward the bar, finding his High Lady already perched on a seat, her lips tugged down in a frown and a glass of amber liquid cradled between her palms.

"What is it this time?" Cassian asked, daring to glance toward the other end of the bar.

Toward the pair standing toe to toe. The pair with twin glares, twin scars if you asked Cassian, but both would probably kill him if he dared to say that particular observation aloud. Though he couldn't hear exactly what was said, there was no mistaking Rhys's lips pulling back in a snarl, no mistaking the unimpressed roll of Nesta's eyes.

"I don't even know," Feyre sighed, taking a long swig of her drink. "But it's the third fight this week, and we don't even see each other that often."

"It's just a bit of arguing," Cassian offered with an easy shrug. "Me and Rhys used to fight all the time when we were younglings, often with fists instead of just words. Same with Rhys and Az. And don't even get me started on Amren and Mor when they first met."

"And yet, look at you all now. You'd never know. So how did you fix it?"

"Sex."

"I'm being serious, Cassian."

"So am I," Cassian chuckled easily, lifting a hand and flicking Feyre in the forehead teasingly. "You need to let go of those stupid human morals, Fey. This is Prythian. Long lives make fae more… open with one another."

"So what are you suggesting? Rhys and Nesta fuck their problems away?" Feyre drawled, her tone clearly sarcastic.

But despite her tone, Cassian couldn't find it within himself to disagree. In fact, now that the suggestion was out there, it was genius really. Already, a grin began to split his face, Feyre eyes widening at his expression.

"Cassian," Feyre exclaimed, slapping his arm.

"What better way for them to get out their frustrations?"

Feyre nibbled on her lip, glancing over her shoulder and toward Nesta and Rhys before turning back to Cassian, leaning in closer and dropping her voice. "Do you really think it would work? How would we even get them to agree to that?"

"Oh, leave that part to me."

~ * * * ~

Nesta pads her way down the long, stretching hall, her soft steps echoing off the red stone walls around her. The bright sound of feminine laughter reaches her on a soft breeze, and when Nesta turns the corner into the large, main living room of the House, she's surprised to find her mate sitting with her youngest sister and her own mate.

"Nes!" Cassian greets brightly and gestures toward the space beside him on the sofa. "Join us."

"I didn't realize we were expecting company," Nesta comments, noting the spread of drinks on the low coffee table when she steps further into the room. "What's all this?"

"We're celebrating," Feyre tells her, something about her expression giving Nesta pause as she settles into the seat next to Cassian.

"Celebrating what?" Nesta asks slowly, glancing between her sister and mate.

"It's a secret apparently," Rhysand grumbles from where he's lounging in an armchair, looking as unimpressed with this day's turn of events as Nesta feels.

"Here," Cassian cuts in to say. He reaches toward the array of drinks, picking up two small glasses filled with some sort of deep blue swirling liquid and handing one each to Nesta and Rhysand. "Drink up."

Nesta raises a questioning eyebrow, but at Cassian's wide grin and encouraging nod, she takes the drink, quickly throwing it back. The liquid seems to almost bubble as it slides down her throat, and her nose scrunches at the strange metallic taste that blooms across the back of her tongue. Her vision seems to blur for a moment before refocusing again, and Nesta blinks away the strange sensation, shaking her head slightly.

"Gods, what was that?" she asks, coughing into her elbow.

"What we're celebrating."

Nesta's breath hitches of its own accord at the sound of Cassian's voice, the deep timbre of it like warm whiskey flowing through her veins. And she feels oh so warm. Embers practically crackle beneath her skin, relaxing her muscles and leaving her fingers and toes tingling. Her heart skips over itself in her chest, and it takes all her willpower to swallow down the shudder threatening to shake her to the core.

Before Nesta can begin to wrap her mind around the reaction such simple words could draw from her, the cushions of the sofa shift beside her. The scent of pine and fresh snow fill her senses and then Cassian's lips are pressing against her cheek, that touch only seeming to warm her skin even more.

"Have fun, sweetheart."

"What have you done?" Rhysand asks, his voice strained, and when Nesta looks over toward him, his hands are gripping the arms of his chair hard enough for his knuckles to turn white.

"We're helping the two of you to finally get along," Feyre explains easily, her smile bright as she strides across the room and toward Cassian and the balcony doors.

Cassian's grin is nothing short of shit-eating as he takes Feyre's hand. "The Night Court way."

In the blink of an eye, the two of them vanish, winnowing to gods know where, and it takes Nesta a moment too long to clear the fog in her mind enough to realize they must have changed the wards when they planned this whole thing.

Whatever this thing is.

Shaking her head again, Nesta tries to will her mind to focus, to wrap around whatever Cassian and Feyre could have possibly planned, but it feels impossible. Her entire body feels hot all over, heart beginning to pound between her ribs, a beat that's echoed lower still. Echoed between her thighs. The scent of citrus and the sea wraps around her limbs, and though unfamiliar, it still feels like a caress across her skin, still rocks her enough that she whimpers quietly, fingers fisting into the skirts of her dress.

"Rhÿwiol," Rhysand says, his own chest starting to heave. "They must have laced the drinks with Rhÿwiol. It causes heightened… arousal."

Now that he's said the words, there's no denying that arousal is exactly what Nesta feels. Desire swirls low in her gut, tightening and twisting in time with every thunderous beat of her heart. It scrapes across her skin and purrs in the back of her mind. Already, she can feel a pressure building between her thighs, an ache threatening to take hold. Already, that voice whispers to take, whispers for more, whispers to be filled.

She feels completely dizzy with it, and Nesta closes her eyes, tries to breathe deeply and calm herself, but every breath in simply fills her lungs with more of that citrus and sea salt scent. Fills her lungs with more of Rhysand's own arousal.

"There's no point trying to fight it. Fighting it only makes it worse… and makes the effects last longer. All you can do is wait for it to pass or fuck it out of your system."

The explanation does little to soothe Nesta's already frayed nerve endings. This was certainly not what she was expecting when she woke up this morning. Sweat begins to prickle across her skin with every second that passes, a too familiar wetness pooling between and coating the inside of her thighs, and it's clear there's only one way out of this.

Only one solution to sate the need desperately clawing through her, to fill that empty ache that thrums inside her.

With a quiet huff to herself, Nesta shifts against the cushions of the sofa to get more comfortable. She leans back against the pillows and spreads her legs wider, enough that she can reach a hand up under the skirts of her dress. She doesn't waste her time with the teasing touches she'd normally use to work herself up, to ease herself into the mood. None of the fingertip light touches along her inner thigh, none of the teasing circles across her lower abdomen.

She feels much too desperate for any of that.

Instead, she reaches directly for her cunt. She supposes she shouldn't be surprised to find her panties already drenched. Shouldn't be surprised at the way her body immediately responds to the simplest of touches, even through a layer of fabric. A gasp tumbles free from her throat before she can swallow it down, her hips jumping at that first, single swipe of her own fingertips.

"What are you doing?"

Nesta rolls her eyes at Rhysand's question, not pausing her fingers as she traces a line up to her clit. "What does it look like? You said yourself that you have to fuck it out of your system."

"So what? You just intend to get yourself off?"

"Well, I certainly don't expect you to be able to help."

Rhysand growls at that, and when Nesta dares to glance toward him, she finds he's pushed forward in his seat. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Nesta makes a big show of dragging her gaze up and down Rhysand's frame, keeping her expression decidedly unimpressed. Rhysand is on his feet and in Nesta's face in an instant. His hands settle on the sofa cushions either side of Nesta's head, and this close together, the scent of him, the scent of his arousal is all consuming. She can see just how blown his pupils are, the violets of his eyes almost completely swallowed. She can see the way his lip curls with a snarl.

"I am over five hundred years old. I have had more females and males warm my bed than you could even imagine, and I can guarantee you that not a single one ever left unsatisfied."

Nesta merely raises a single eyebrow. "Sounds like a lot of empty words to me."

Nesta has barely finished speaking before Rhysand's own hand snaps beneath her skirts. His fingers curl around her wrist, squeezing once in warning before he yanks her hand away completely. Nesta whines at the loss of pressure, trying to fight against Rhysand's grip, but the effort is futile.

He drops to his knees between her spread thighs, slowly pushing the fabric of her skirts all the way up until they're bunched around her waist. It's almost strange, seeing the High Lord of the Night Court on his knees before her, but even as Nesta's breath hitches in her lungs, that need and heat climb ever higher where they burn in her veins, flames licking across her skin and clawing up her throat. It begs and begs and begs.

"Is this part of the satisfying females?"

Rhysand's eyes flare at the drawling question, and before Nesta can even blink, he's torn her panties in two. His fingers dig into the flesh of her thighs, grip tight enough to bruise, as he spreads her wider still. And then he buries his face there.

Nesta lets out a gasping moan at the first press of his mouth against her. He licks a thick stripe right over her, and she tosses her head back, daring to reach a hand down and bury her fingers in the short dark strands of Rhysand's hair. The drag of his tongue is hot against her cunt, against her skin, and that heat only seems to radiate up the rest of her body and down to her toes. It twines with those desperate flames already licking through her veins, roaring into a blaze threatening to swallow her whole.

She tries to rock her hips against his face, but matching his pace is easier said than done when he keeps mixing it up. He alternates between pressing teasingly against her entrance and tracing circles over her clit, switching up the speed and intensity until Nesta's head feels dizzy with it all. She can do nothing but hold on, nothing but whimper and moan, while Rhysand continues to devour her.

One of Rhysand's hands reaches for the neckline of her dress, tugging at the fabric until Nesta's breasts spill free. That same hand palms one of her breasts, kneading it and plucking at her nipple in time with the way his mouth continues to work over her cunt. The sensations are all too much, and too quickly Nesta's entire body seizes with pleasure. She comes with a shout, Rhysand groaning against her in response and only elongating her orgasm.

She slumps back against the cushions of the sofa, chest heaving as she catches her breath. She wants to blame the Rhÿwiol for the speed she climbed and tumbled over that precipice, but she knows that would only be the half the truth. The way her cunt still flutters with the aftershocks proof enough.

Rhysand sits back on his haunches, making a big show of wiping his bottom lip with his thumb, the evidence of Nesta's release still glistening against his skin there. He smirks up at her, the expression that of pure male arrogance and bravado.

"Like I said, not a single one unsatisfied."

"Fuck you," Nesta snaps, but the breathless tone to her voice betrays her.

"You better be returning the favor with that smart mouth."

Rhysand pushes up and to his feet, deft fingers making quick work of the laces of his pants. He pushes the fabric down his thighs until his cock bobs free, already hard and heavy where it lays against his thigh. It's long and slightly curved, the head a darker shade and already leaking with his own arousal, and Nesta can't quite look away as Rhysand fists it lazily.

It's like her orgasm barely helped at all, barely banked those flames. They still simmer and writhe just beneath her skin. They still leave an ache, an emptiness pressing between her thighs. They still leave her mouth watering as she watches Rhysand's hand move up and down along his own cock.

Before she can even really think about it, she slides off the sofa and onto her knees, licking her lips in anticipation. But when she looks back up toward Rhysand's face that smirk of his has only grown, so she merely raises his chin in defiance instead.

"Cassian is bigger."

"Then you should have no problem swallowing me down." Rhysand threads the fingers of his free hand into the brassy strands of Nesta's hair, moving her head how he wants her and dragging the head of his cock across her lips. "Now be a good girl and open."

Nesta makes a big show of rolling her eyes, but she obeys the request, parting her lips and sticking out her tongue slightly. Rhysand wastes no time thrusting his hips forward and forcing his cock into her mouth. She moans at the weight of it on her tongue, relaxing her throat as he presses deeper and deeper.

"Well, isn't this quite the sight."

Rhysand pulls his hips back slightly just to thrust right back in, using his grip on her hair to properly fuck her mouth. She slides her tongue along the underside of his cock, her eyes fluttering each time he hits the back of her throat, as she tries to match his movements. She dares to groan around him so he can feel the vibrations, dares to tease the barest hint of her teeth against his skin, and is rewarded with Rhysand's hips stuttering, with a curse echoing from above her.

Perhaps, she can make him come just as fast as she did to get even.

Nesta gasps when she feels a sudden pressure against her thigh, almost choking for a moment and needing to pull back. She continues to stroke Rhysand's cock with her hand, taking the time to catch her breath again and glance down. She's surprised to find a shadow slinking up and circling her thigh, star-flecked and cool against her skin.

That night-kissed shadow stretches higher and higher, and Nesta widens her stance, spreading her thighs just in time for it to drag across her clit. She moans softly at the sensation, the coolness and the pressure, and she grinds her hips down even as she turns her attention back to Rhysand's cock. She licks and suckles at the head before swallowing him back down, moving her head with renewed fervor.

Tears begin to prickle at the corner of her eyes, spit spilling past her lips and down her chest, but still, Nesta doesn't let it deter her. She can feel that desire whispering in her ear again, urging her to please, urging her to take. She's sure that Rhysand must be able to feel those effects too from the way he continues to groan, the way the shadow between her thighs moves to sink fully into her cunt, fucking into her in perfect tandem with the way she moves her head.

She can feel what a mess she's making, what a mess she's become. Her cunt practically drips onto the floor beneath her, her skin all but coated in sweat, in spit and precum. But it all feels too good, and she doesn't want it to stop. She only wants more. Craves it all.

She hollows her cheeks and sucks hard, relaxing her throat as much as she can. It only takes a few more bobs of her head before Rhysand spills down her throat, Nesta moaning softly as she swallows every last drop. She releases his cock with a soft pop, taking a moment to breathe, to lick at her swollen lips, and humming contently at the taste that still clings to the back of her throat.

"Who knew your mouth could be put to such good use after all?" Rhysand tells her, his hand grasping her jaw roughly and his thumb dragging across the swollen mess of her bottom lip.

Nesta wants to roll her eyes, wants to snap at him, but before she can utter a word, the shadow still buried in her cunt seems to grow. She whimpers, her toes curling at the stretch of it, the coolness of it pressing against the walls of her cunt. She works her hips harder against it, grinding down and circling her hips, chasing the building heat and pleasure.

"That's it. Get yourself nice and open for my cock."

Nesta moans at the words. She reaches a hand down between her thighs, fingertips slipping against her swollen clit. A few tight circles against her clit, and she can feel herself edging ever closer to that precipice, can feel another orgasm glimmering just within reach, but before she can go tumbling over, the shadow vanishes. Nesta gasps at the sudden loss, her cunt still fluttering and desperate to be filled.

"What the fuck, you prick?"

Rhysand's answering chuckle is dark and low. With a snap of his fingers both of their clothes are magicked away completely. He slides his hand up and down his cock slowly, his length already hard again. Whether that's from the Rhÿwiol or simply his fae blood, Nesta isn't sure. But she's happy either way, her gaze tracking every movement of his hand with a predatory intent.

"Wouldn't you prefer the real thing?" Rhysand drawls.

He settles on the floor in front of her, pushing at her shoulders until she lies back against the rug. It's like watching a predator stalk it's prey. His eyes trail down her body, goosebumps cascading everywhere that gaze rakes across, until he settles on her cunt, wet and exposed for him. A groan of appreciation rumbles from deep in his chest, and just that sound of praise has Nesta's breath hitching, has her spreading her thighs wider still in invitation.

"What are you waiting for?" Nesta challenges. "Fuck me already."

"Perhaps, I want to hear you beg for it," Rhysand tells her, dragging his cock along her cunt, through the wetness pooled there. "Beg for your High Lord's cock, for me to fill you up."

"High Lord? Still so arrogant even when I know you're just as desperate as me," Nesta fires back, but her words trail off into a gasping moan when the head of his cock catches against her clit.

"Beg for it."

He continues his teasing touches, Nesta's hips jumping and chasing the pleasure every drag of his cock pulls forth. "Please. Rhys—"

She doesn't even need to finish speaking his name. Rhysand presses his hips forward, his cock finally sinking into her cunt. With how wet she is, it doesn't take much for him to bottom out completely, for him to fill her completely, and Nesta moans at that feeling, that stretch.

"Mother save me," Rhysand groans, grinding his hips against her own, somehow pressing his cock deeper still.

"Fuck," Nesta echoes, canting her own hips up. "Move."

Rhysand groans again, but he follows her request. He pulls his hips back just to snap them back forward again. Over and over again he thrusts into her, building up a brutal and punishing rhythm. Nesta hooks her legs around his waist, digging the heels of her feet into his ass to keep him buried deep, keep him just where she needs.

"Taking my cock so well. Can feel the way your sweet cunt keeps squeezing me."

The praise goes straight to Nesta's head, only adding to the pleasure fogging over her every thought. Every drag of his cock against the walls of her cunt sends her higher still, every smack of his hips against her own making her even wetter. The sound of skin on skin is almost as loud as her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. Almost as loud as the moans and whimpers that tumble from her lips each time Rhysand's cock drives home.

"But how tight will you squeeze me when you come all over my cock?"

Rhysand's hand reaches between their bodies. His fingers find her swollen clit, moving in tandem with every thrust of his hips.

"Come on. Be a good girl, and I'll fill you up nice and deep, make sure you're absolutely dripping. Don't you want that?"

The words, the way he presses even harder against her clit, it's all too much for Nesta. She doesn't even have time to warn him. She arches up off the rug, another orgasm rocking through her. Her toes curl, and her cunt clenches down hard with the pleasure of it all. She slumps back down against the rug, but she's quickly moaning again when she realizes Rhysand is still moving inside her.

"Please," Nesta pleads. "Rhysand, please…"

A few more thrusts of his hips, and Rhysand buries his cock completing, finding his own release with a groan. Nesta can feel him everywhere. Feel where his cock continues to stretch her and press deep. Feel where his cock twitches as he spills inside her. Feel the warmth of him filling her so completely.

It has her body heating all over again, and she whines when Rhysand pulls back, his cock slipping free. She hates how empty she feels. Hates the wetness she can feels dripping and pooling beneath her. With desperate fingers, she reaches between her thighs, gathering up the mess there and shoving her fingers right back into her cunt.

"Fuck, that's it. Don't waste a drop."

Nesta lets out a contented moan, biting her lip and lifting her hips up slightly, even as she continues to keep her fingers pressed as deep as they can go. She tilts her chin down enough that she can look at Rhysand, the way her cunt clenches down around her fingers almost involuntary when she finds his gaze pinned to where her fingers are buried.

Rhysand's own fingers curl around his cock, stroking himself until he's hard again. His hand glides with ease, a mess from being in her mouth, from being buried in her cunt. Nesta watches a bead of arousal drip from the head and slide down his cock, and that desperate need roars back to life through her veins.

That's hers. Hers to take. Hers to be filled with.

She quickly scrambles to her hands and knees, crawling over to Rhysand. He tracks her movement the whole way, the purple of his eyes long swallowed by his blown pupils.

"Absolutely desperate for cock, aren't you?"

"I need… I need…"

Nesta isn't able to finish the thought, her mind too muddled to form proper words. The pleasure and need so dizzying that all she can focus on is clambering into Rhysand's lap. She knocks his hand away from his cock and replaces it with her own, daring to squeeze when her fingers reach the base. Rhysand's answering groans goes straight to her head, straight to her cunt.

"Let me give you what you need, what we both need," Rhysand assures her, his own hands settling at her hips, grip tight enough to bruise. "Keep you stuffed full of my cock and dripping with my seed."

He pulls her down fully onto his cock, and Nesta cries out at being stretched around him again. It feels too good, and Nesta wastes no time chasing that pleasure, that high. She settles her hands on Rhysand's shoulders, using him for balance as she presses up on her knees and sinks right back down.

She starts to fuck herself on his cock more earnestly, grinding her hips down and dragging her clit across his pelvis each time she sinks down. When he starts to snap his own hips up to meet her movements, Nesta tosses her head back with the pleasure of it all. She arches fully against him, the slide of her peaked nipples against the hard planes of his chest adding to the sensations and leaving her feeling hot all over.

She moans, driving and working her hips harder still, but that sound morphs into a gasp when pain prickles at her hips, the distinct scent of blood flooding her senses. She slows her movements, looking down only to find dark as night talons curled around her hips, breaking the skin there. Before Nesta can fully wrap her mind around what she's seeing, what it means, Rhysand shoves her fully off his lap.

"No," Nesta whines in alarm, her cunt still fluttering and desperately empty.

She tries to reach for Rhysand again, but he merely scrambles further away from her. His chest heaves, and he moves one of his hands to cover his face, but Nesta quickly realizes that hand isn't exactly an accurate description. Long talons extend from where each of his fingers should be, dark scales or maybe feathers cascading up his wrist and forearm.

"I'm sorry… I can't… control…"

Rhysand's whole body seems to shimmer and shudder with whatever he's trying to hold back. Large wings rise over his shoulders and behind his back, and Nesta has to swallow down another gasp. They're nothing like Cassian's or Azriel's wings. Instead, they're like shadows and darkness brought to life where they stretch wide. It's like something straight out a nightmare, something that should terrify her, but all Nesta can feel is another wave of arousal wash over her.

"I can take it," Nesta tells him, lounging back against the rug and spreading her thighs wide again until her cunt is on full display.

An offering for the beast.

"You don't know what you're asking for," Rhysand argues, his voice sounding rough and gravelly.

"I want it."

With a low, deep growl, Rhysand is on her. His talons curl against her thighs, tight enough that Nesta doesn't dare to move a muscle to avoid them piercing the skin. She holds her breath, watching as ever so slowly he lowers his head. The first slide of his tongue against her cunt has her choking out a gasping moan, her hips jumping against his grasp.

She wasn't expecting it to be… forked.

Whether he notices her reaction or not, he merely tugs her closer still, fully burying his face back between her thighs. Nesta can feel the scrape of those black scales against her inner thighs, only adding to the delicious scrape of his tongue against the walls of her cunt. She thought his mouth had been amazing before, but with that forked tongue he can reach deeper than she thought possible, leaving her a mess of moans and whimpers.

She's sure that forked tongue must secrete something because she's never felt wetter in her life, never felt pleasure burn so hot through her veins. But just as soon as it builds her up, it vanishes.

Rhysand pulls back, settling on his haunches. Nesta wants to protest at the loss of his mouth, but then her eyes fall on his cock, long and hard between his thighs. The beast's cock. It's even larger than his normal cock, those same midnight scales echoed across the top like ridges. And at the base, there's a slight swell. It's like nothing she's ever seen, and it has Nesta's toes curling in anticipation.

She gasps when Rhysand leans back into her space, the head of his cock dragging against her cunt, spreading the wetness there along his length. A sound somewhere between a groan and a growl rumbles from deep within his chest when he repeats the movement, and then the head of his cock is catching against her entrance, his hips shifting forward as he starts to sink into her.

Nesta's eyes practically roll back in her head, a hoarse cry pulled from her throat at the stretch. He has to continue to rock his hips, to feed her more of his cock a little at a time. Each time Nesta thinks he's bottomed out, he sinks deeper still. And each time Nesta thinks her body won't be able to handle his cock, it only seems to want more, to crave more.

The press of those ridges against the wall of her cunt is indescribable, the way they drag with each movement of his hips, how deep his cock reaches. By the time he finally bottoms out, it's too much. Her orgasm tears through her suddenly and with enough force that white spots pop behind her eyelids. She clenches down hard around his cock, her whole body seizing with the pleasure of it all.

And yet Rhysand doesn't stop.

As soon as he's bottomed out, he starts to build a brutal pace of hard and fast thrusts, the beast truly unleashed as he fucks into her. The over-stimulation is almost too much, and Nesta's fingers scramble against the rug, desperate to merely hold on.

"I… I can't…"

Rhysand growls in warning, silencing her protests. He never stops, his hips continuing to snap against her own. There's a ringing in Nesta's ears, mixing with the sounds of her own whimpers, of Rhysand's growls, of the wet sound of his cock filling every inch of her over and over and over.

Each forward snap of his hips has that bulbous part of his cock pressing and teasing against her clit. His knot, she realizes. It has her back arching, her toes curling, in anticipation. Too fast she can feel fires climbing higher and higher, and when Rhysand drives his hips forward one last time, his knot burying in her cunt, she screams.

She's never felt more full in her life, his cock buried so deep and his knot pressing against the walls of her cunt. She can feel the warmth as he floods her cunt with his release, feel the way some still escapes around his knot and drips beneath them. It has her cunt clenching and fluttering with the aftershocks of her own orgasm, really milking his knot.

She closes her eyes and all but melts into the rug with a quiet whimper while they wait for his knot to go down. Her entire body feels sore and wrung out in the best way, in a way that she knows she'll feel for days to come.

~ * * * ~

"So," Feyre asks, setting the tray of freshly baked treats down on the low table before taking her seat in the large armchair. "Do you think it worked?"

Cassian hums, picking up one of the pastries and taking a bite. "Oh, I'm sure that it's worked."

He thinks back to those nights spent together when he and Rhys and Az were still youths, thinks back to nights more recently spent with Nesta, and he can't quite bite back the smirk tugging up his lips. Can't help imagining what must be transpiring.

"But we should probably give it a few more hours before we risk going up to the House."

#RhystaWeekend2025 #Rhysta #pro rhysta #Nesta Archeron #Nesta x Rhysand #Nesta x Rhys #acotar #my fic

55 notes · View notes

aryxchse · 11 months ago

Note

hello!

i see ur requests are open so i have one (potentially) if ur willing to write it!!

yk how we get some glimpses into a dark percy jackson in the HoO series when he’s protecting annabeth… what if we got some of that for jason grace? potentially like the reader, she’s threatened by a minor god or monster or anything, so jason kinda goes unhinged? maybe like, he takes the air out of the opposing party’s lungs or anything else kinda unhinged?

i hope any of this makes sense lol thank uuuuu

🫶🫶🫶

dangerous storms / jason grace x female! reader.

a / n : I WAS THINKING THE EXACT SAME THING BECAUSE WHY THIS MAN HASN'T BEND SOMEONES OXYGEN ALREADY???

warnings : jason grace's angry self, airbending type of shit, cursing, DANGEROUS JASON I REPEAT DANGEROUS JASON!!

jason grace was a calm man.

he was rational, he would think before he act and he never made a move with his feelings. call it him being roman, or his father being literally the king of the gods, or maybe him growing up with a wolf raising him. jason grace was always the type to show his powers through strategic thinking.

well, everyone has boundries right?

he had a thin line in between destroying one thing or everything when it camed to you. if you're fine, then no one has to fear for anything. if you're okay, safe and healthy, no one has to panic.

but if it's the other way, than everyone should pray. even the non-believers. because jason grace can be scary and intimidating when he wants to. and he's so damn good at it.

things weren't supposed to go this way. you weren't supposed to get kidnapped by some giant. the plan wasn't this way, then why, why we're you in danger?

jason stopped being rational. his brain only said 'why, why, why' for like, an hour now. jason wasn't thinking straight. jason wasn't thinking.

"jason, we're gonna save her," piper tried to charmspeak him, but it didn't worked. the girl who put gaia back in sleep, couldn't calm down the son of jupiter.

percy jackson, who was feared by most monsters, demigods and even gods, was afraid how jason acted at the moment. but he didn't judged, he knew he would act the exact same way if something happened to annabeth. which, he did.

he was the only one who would go down with him if he asked. boundries we're boundries, and percy knew that very well.

"jason, we can make a plan." piper tried again. she was trying from the moment they got you. but it wasn't working and she started to get anxious.

"yeah, man. she's strong, she could be on her way back here even-" leo tried his best too. he couldn't recognise his best friend right now. he should've been like percy, who wasn't judging jason's madness and ready to go down with him. but he couldn't—it was like leo meeting jason for the first time, again.

"i already have a fucking plan." jason snapped, but he was quiet. which, it didn't help with the gang's fear. "and you guys are not involved."

"you sure?" percy asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. "my hands been itchy these days, and riptide is no better."

jason wanted to smile, but his situation didn't allowed. instead, he softened his gaze, just a bit. "thanks, but i'll handle it myself. it's my war now."

percy nodded, giving a look at the team. 'if someone wants to stop him, they have to go through me.'

"go get em', tiger." he joked. and jason flied away, not answering.

‎ ⚡️

you would fight for your life if you weren't hanging up by the chains on your wrists. your feet we're dangling in the air, and arms hurting from carrying all your weight. the sick giants put some fancy greek dress on you, making your hair prettier while you were unconscious.

the giant fucking fell in love with you, and it certainly did not liked jason.

jason. we're was he? what happened to him?

well, you we're about to find out.

"oh dear," the ugly beast purred, his big hands finding your tiny body. you disgusted, squirming under his touch to get away. but it was no use.

"you'll be all mine once i make the potion." he rambled, drool on his chin that showed you how hungry he was for you.

"in your fucking dreams." you spat, eyes shooting daggers. you we're jason's girl, and your own person, most importantly. "i'm already taken."

the giant growled, mixing the sound with his sick laugh. "that jupiter boy? he got nothing compared to me sweetheart!" he yelled and his voice echoed through the big cave. where we're you, even? "he has to kill me to get you!"

"be careful what you wish for." the sound made you melt instantly. how was he able to find you? well, you didn't cared to be honest. he was here.

jason's eyes we're nothing like before. it was like his own eyes had their storms and thunders. one part of you we're amazed, while the other got scared. you knew he wouldn't even touch you if it ever hurt you, but you we're scared for him. not from him. for him doing something he'll regret for the rest of his life in order to protect you.

but, jason seemed to not give a damn.

"you tiny little demigod! you have no chance against me, you don't even have a god next to you to kill me!" he yelled, leaving you dangling in the air again. you wanted to call jason's name, but your voice muffled through the lightning.

"i don't fucking need a god," jason hissed, taking position. "i'll send you tartarus myself."

it all happened quickly. jason was so fast, unlike the big giant trying to capture and kill him. he was like a lightning himself, moving in light speed. there was a blonde thing moving, and you couldn't understand if it was his hair or sword. also there was little lightning sparkles that helped you figure him better.

then, the next thing you knew, jason was on top of the beast's face. he quickly called a lightning before stabbing his sword into the giants eye. it growled, but didn't falled.

"this is what you take for hurting my girl. my loved ones." jason said, his free hand going up in the air. you thought he was gonna make the giant eat some lightning, but it didn't go that way.

"remember my name in tartarus," he flied up again, taking a large air with him. the beast suddenly started to choke, holding it's neck desperately. "and make sure your friends does too."

it was the last thing giant heard before falling down, his oxygen flying in the air and dissapearing. jason immediatly flied towards you, cutting your chainst and holding you by the waist before you fall.

"jason," you breathed out, crying. you couldn't believe what you just have witnesses, but you figured it was the best to not mention. you we're happy that you we're safe now, in his arms.

"baby," he panted, hugging you so tight. you guys slowly landed on the ground, jason still clinging on you. "thank gods you're alive."

"i got scared," you admitted. normally, you would rather die than admit someone you're scare. but it was your jason, who could you tell if you're not gonna tell him? "he was gonna- jason, he was gonna make me one of them."

"shh baby it's okay," he cupped your face, his own tears matching you. but he had a smile, a smile that appeared once you we're in his arms. "i'm here. no one's touching you ever again okay? i'm here." he gently wiped your tears away, kissing you after.

you relaxed the moment your lips met, but it wasn't very long until you both heard footsteps again. jason quickly picked you up in bridal style, flying away from the little crack of the cave.

later that day, you both layed together in his quarters at argo ii. everyone decided that they shouldn't ask questions, like they didn't asked percy and annabeth after they got back from the tartarus.

even coach hedge let you snuggle eachother, because he saw how hurt jason was. he needed you for his own sake, to stay sane.

jason was the child of storm after all, he knew how to be scary when he wanted to. he kept it all inside when you we're near and safe. but if something slightly happened to you, he knew how to show them real power.

#DARK JASON MY LOVE #stop making him like he's some weak airbender rick #HES THE CHILD OF ZEUS FOR GODS SAKE #KING OF THE GODS HELLO #percy jackson #jason grace x y/n #jason grace x you #jason grace headcanon #jason grace imagine #jason grace pjo #jason grace #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson series #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson imagine

272 notes · View notes