#which I also love and I love how protective he is of them as well sibling soulmate whatever relationships get me okay

[azen13]

CW: Yandere Themes, Slight Spoilers for Penacony's Story Quest

I keep thinking about this one dialogue option somewhere in the Penacony Quest, where if you ask Aventurine to give you more money, he immediately sends you more, which led me to think about how Yandere!Aventurine would most definitely love to spend as much money on you as he can as a way of convincing you to stay with him, which led to this little drabble. Enjoy!

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Aventurine loves to take you shopping.

Whether it's the gilded streets of Oti Mall or the luxury departments of Pier Point, as long as the price tags are exorbitant and the clothes are high quality, Aventurine loves to take you on shopping sprees. Together, the two of you peruse store after store, boutique after boutique, shop after shop. Try and ask the gambler why and he’ll only flash you a casual smirk, drawing you closer to him and interlacing one of his hands with yours. “Do I need a reason why, love?” He questions, pulling you towards him gently and guiding you to the elevator of his penthouse. 

He can still recall the look in your eyes when he first invited you out to dinner in Pier Point. Aventurine had planned the date perfectly by getting a reservation to some state-of-the-art interactive dining experience that would surely impress you. However, once the two of you had been seated at your table, he saw you looking at your menu, eyes full of fear at the long trains of zeros preceding every item. It was a sight he’d never forget. Instantly, he told you he would pay for it all, and despite your best protests, nothing could stop him from giving the server his card

Tonight you and him are back in Pier Point, revisiting some of your favorite shops. Or rather, the shops that garnered the most wide-eyed reactions from you after entering them for the first time. You were never forthright about the shops and brands you liked, as if you didn’t want to return and buy more from them. No matter. Aventurine is always careful to gauge your reactions, a smile falling on his lips every time he sees that starstruck innocence in your gaze.

Your pure soul is so fragile. He could shatter it with a single breath. A flick of a finger. A silent stare. He knows firsthand how quickly that golden glow can fade away. So can’t he just have this? Him and you attached at the hip, the perfect image of lovers in every passing stranger’s eyes; completely in sync, moving to rhythms and melodies only he and you can hear.

He’s well aware that his grasp on you in this dance may be too tight and controlling as he forces you along with him in this spiritual tango, but he has good intentions. He knows it. You know it. It’s why you let him care for you, let him pick out your outfits and take care of your finances. Aventurine knows best. After all, he’s seen the worst parts of the world and climbed out of his own personal slice of hell. The universe is a cruel place and all he wants to do is shield you from it all by protecting the gold in your heart and the stars in your eyes. The boutiques are all devoid of anything befitting of your beauty, not that Aventurine cares. It just means he gets to go order something custom-made, tailored to fit you and match him perfectly, arguably even better than going out and buying something from a store. While it pleases him enough to know he’s paying for you, when he sees you all dressed up and matching him to a T in shades of green and gold–well, that’s an entirely different level of satisfaction.

As you begin the walk back to Aventurine’s penthouse apartment, the gambler is already looking online for new designers to contact. You ask him why he’s doing this. Once again, a soft smirk plays on Aventurine’s lips. “For starters, you look gorgeous in them,” he says, squeezing your hand a little tighter as the two of you fight your way through boulevards bustling with people. “It also makes it easier to find you in crowds when you’re all dressed up,” he adds, pausing for a moment. “And I don’t want to lose you, my love.” Aventurine lifts your hand up, softly whispering his words against the skin of your knuckles before he presses a chaste kiss to the back of your hand.

For a moment, there’s a slight tremor in his voice, his hand clenching even tighter around your own. It’s as though he’s afraid that if he relinquishes his hold on your hand, he won’t just lose you in the crowd, but forever.

The unspoken reason–that he likes to make sure everyone knows you’re his lover–lingers in the air around you like arms around your shoulders.

[ironunderstands]

I’m having some Aventio thoughts.. :3

Possessive Aventurine urghhh Aventurine who won’t let Ratio out of his sight for more than 10 minutes when they are out together out of fear, Aventurine who is terrified he will lose someone else he loves and will hold Ratio’s hand at any opportunity he gets, Aventurine who mildly and vaguely threatens anyone who so much as looks at Ratio badly…. AAAAAAAAA

Like usually I don’t enjoy the “you’re mine” kinda trope/mindset, but Aventurine has lost practically everything and everyone close to him so I can see him being extremely, well, possessive, of Ratio. However he would still obviously respect the others boundaries (especially due to his trauma), it’s just I can see him keeping Ratio as close as he possibly can.

I think that’s why I like writing fics where Aventurine is rescuing/saving/protecting/etc Ratio because he needs the ability to care for someone like that just as much as Ratio needs the ability to just let go and be vulnerable

Like Ratio already spends all his time trying to help others so having someone else do it for him is a welcome change, and Aventurine constantly has all eyes on him, so not having to be the center of attention for once is freeing..

..which is also why I probably prefer dom aven/sub ratio when it comes to nsfw/suggestive content of them. It’s more interesting than the alternatives to me because it’s a dynamic that would benefit both of them and help work out their issues in canon. Not saying it’s some magic fix it or something but yeah I think Ratio needs to give up his control sometimes and Aventurine needs to gain some. I feel like people downplay how sex can be used to explore character dynamics and I know this is kinda off course for what I usually write/talk about but I just haven’t seen anyone discuss it so I thought it was worth mentioning.

Moving onwards, I really love writing Ratio when he’s not in a normal state of mind. Drunk, injured, sleepy, a fucking owl (IM WORKING ON THE FIC THANK YOU @aurae-rori FOR HELPING ME BETA ITS AT 6.3/~10k WORDS IM GONNA TRY AND FINISH IT SOON I PROMISE), etc.

Whatever one of these you decide to inflict upon Ratio allows for some really interesting characterization to be enabled, because well, the man’s a tsundere, and it’s kinda hard for him to keep that up when he doesn’t have the capacity to. Honestly I view his tsundere-ness as being half voluntary/a choice and half just the way he is because he’s not very good at expressing his emotions or dealing with other people’s emotions.

However if I were to say, make him drunk, a good portion of that barrier breaks and Ratio’s true self gets exposed, and he nor Aventurine nor anyone really know how to deal with that. It’s so much fun to just put a character out of their element and see what they do next, and I think messing with Ratio’s mental state is the epitome of that, because now he has to confront the fact that he IS hiding parts of himself, and that’s scary (in a good way).

I also think Aventurine dealing with the fact that someone just genuinely lives him but is too afraid to really show it would be compelling. Would he blame himself? Would he dig into it and accidentally cross Ratio’s boundaries, then feel horrible about it? Would he doubt that it’s really real until it becomes transparently clear that Ratio does love him? Oh the possibilities..

Would he see Ratio being kind to someone in a similar way that Ratio is to him and get jealous? Would he worry that maybe he isn’t special to him and is just selfishly imagining everything?

They make me insane.

[queenoftheimps]

Why I Think The Season 2 Finale Is Gonna Be Even Rougher Than We Anticipate

Something I am increasingly worried about as we approach the Interview with the Vampire season finale:

What if Louis knows that he doesn't know everything? What if that's what he prefers?

Most of the audience suspects Armand was involved in the trial. Daniel definitely does. There's clues already there that this is the case. I've seen chatter online about how next week will, presumably, be when Louis realizes the truth and splits with Armand.

...however. When Louis confronts Armand about his memories of 1973, Armand tells him Louis asked him to erase them. Louis initially pushes back, but seems to accept this.

Except: why would you ever accept that as an explanation -- unless you knew that it's something you would do? Or possibly even something you'd done already?

Armand, as suspicious as he is, has been laying some groundwork that Louis is deliberately taking part in altering his own memories: "The pages we tore out of Claudia's diaries -- we did most of those together!" Which Louis seems to confirm is true.

I think part of the issue is that Louis' evasiveness is being attributed to a desire to protect Armand & continue seeing him as the love of his life. And it may be true to some extent. But also -- I think it's at least partly to protect Louis from the weight of his own guilt over Claudia's death.

Because if Armand is guilty -- if he has been plainly, obviously guilty for decades, if Daniel can catch it from third-hand evidence 70 years later -- and it happened because he wanted to have Louis to himself, how do you even process that? How do you handle knowing that Claudia died a horrific death because of a romance she herself called you out on? After she told you that this man threatened her and you denied it?

Hell, how do you process it when she's condemned by testimony from someone you failed to kill? When Louis tries to convince Daniel that he really did intent to kill Lestat, that Claudia was the one who couldn't burn him, is it because he can't handle feeling responsible for Lestat being alive to testify against her?

Truthfully, I wouldn't really blame Louis for not being able to handle that level of guilt, and we know he winds up spending several years draining drug addicts as a coping method before ultimately attempting suicide. Being able to forget all of it, and forget that you'd forgotten them, would be appealing. (And I think it's noteworthy that Louis only seems to be willing to question Armand about his memories of 1973, which occurred well after Claudia died.)

That said: I have concerns about what this is going to mean for present-day Dubai.

Daniel clearly can tell something is up and is gunning to dig in. But Louis keeps shutting him down hard. ("Armand sold you out-..." "I'm talking now.")

We also have seen what happens when Daniel digs into something that Louis really doesn't want to talk about. When he asks for Claudia's missing pages, Louis deliberately seems to trigger his Parkinson's. When Daniel makes comments about Lestat's letter, Louis starts digging into Daniel's memories of Alice (which also seems to worsen Daniel's tremors, though that may not be deliberate).

So what happens if he starts pushing in on something that Louis has gone to great, deliberate lengths to forget about? Something that ties into the worst event of Louis' life, something he still feels tremendous guilt over?

Raglan James' line about "You fear Armand. You should fear the other one" feels like a shoe that hasn't been dropped yet. I've been pretty steadily predicting that Daniel is going to have some sort of massive medical issue in the penthouse, but I'm slowly wondering if Louis may be what triggers it (possibly by accident). Hell, I even kind of wonder if Armand suspects something like this could happen, which is part of why he's been so adamant about always being nearby, cosplaying as Rashid so he can run in whenever Louis gets upset.

I don't know, I would love for the finale to be as easy and simple as "Daniel helps Louis see that Armand is guilty, Louis dumps Armand". But this show has never been about easy, simple situations so I suspect we're in for a rough time.

[8bitrosethorn]

One of my favorite things to do is discover new parallels and breadcrumbs in ACOTAR that SJM strewn for us in her writing.

SJM has been actively planning the Archeron sisters’ books since ACOMAF.

In an ACOSF interview, SJM talked about how while editing ACOMAF, she was currently writing ACOWAR and already thinking about the journeys Nesta and Elain were “in the middle of,” laying the foundation for their books after she infamously pitched her editor their stories over drinks.

Which brings me back to the larger Sleeping Beauty meta that Elain and Azriel have been interwoven with throughout the series and a prediction I have for their book.

Let’s begin 🤓

THE EVIDENCE

In ACOTAR, the inner shields of a characters’ mind are a large part of the imagery surrounding them, as seen through Feyre’s Daemati powers.

Let’s start by looking at Elain’s:

Solid iron. Covered in vines of flowers. Blossoms sealed, sleeping buds tangled in leaves and thorns.

This imagery screams Sleeping Beauty. And it also harkens back to the post I made about the imagery of the beasts in the Hewn City, who Feyre compares to Azriel and Cassian.

This repetition of imagery and symbolism isn’t a mistake. The sleeping beast amid vines of jasmine and moonflowers. It’s a deliberate echo of language used to tie both couples and their themes together.

Which then leads us to Nesta’s mind:

Nesta’s mind evokes images of war, a continually repeated motif that aligns with Cassian, their larger roles in their family structures, their drive to fight and protect, and for Nesta in particular, the visual manifestation of what she has to overcome in her journey. Not just within herself but with Cassian.

How do we know? Well, SJM told us.

In ACOSF, when Cassian and Nesta’s mating bond is revealed.

It’s only after Nesta bares her soul to Cassian and they meet in their mutual coupling of acceptance together that their mating bond truly comes to light and the threads of that bond are finally woven together in harmony.

So what does this mean for Azriel and Elain?

For the restless Spymaster, who “can’t sleep” despite his shadows imploring him to, and the Seer who’s “always dreaming these days,” I believe that like how Nesta’s inner walls came down when her and Cassian accept the mating bond, Azriel and Elain’s mating bond is somehow asleep, waiting to be awoken like the slumbering gates to Elain’s mind. Only then can their bond be brought to light like the sun at dawn, as right now it is asleep and half-hidden in shadows.

While the nuances of the narrative for how their “sleeping bond” would be revealed are still a mystery until we get their book, the foundation for a story of their love awakening and blooming is scattered across the series (“color bloomed high on Azriel’s golden-brown cheeks,” anyone?).

Some ideas to consider:

Could Azriel and Elain’s bond be Mother-blessed? Could the faebane arrow from ACOMAF have led the Cauldron to give Elain to Lucien instead, in defiance of the Mother? Did Koschei cast a spell to tie Lucien to another when he alone could be one to break Vassa’s curse with True Love’s kiss as a Spell-Cleaver? Will Elain and Azriel “weave” a bond of their own making?

I’m so excited to find out what SJM has in store for Elain and her journey where she will fully bloom with the love of her life 🌸💙

[tanoraqui]

Dungeon Meshi Liveblog: I should make a fucking...(food) web of connected concepts with panels that connect them...

I love how Kabru is just part of this friend group, now. He invited himself and no one's questioning it. Laios invited him to lunch later, and that counts.

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I love how everyone is varying levels of "oh fuck" until we get to The Current Party, where it's:

Senshi: thinking intently, a little grimly, about how he could butcher and cook this

Marcille: a dash of 'oh fuck', but also sad, in the way of watching a friend slide down a slippery slope

Chilchuck: incredible dad energy on this line, honestly.

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don't you give my son orders, you piece of shit. you aren't worthy of being lord of anything. you protect nothing, wish to help no one, except your own desires. (The Demon never should've been alive at all. It's not suited to it.)

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This is gonna look sooo cool animated in color.

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I might actually be more offended by the demon wearing Kensuke like normal than by the whole wearing of Laios's body? It's so symbolic.

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I want to know how the ancients achieved that - binding the demon such that, while underground, it could only warp reality in service to a living being's desires. Though really, that seems to be how it's always operated - the only desire it ever expressed for itself was to eat the desires of others. Otherwise, it's only shown fulfilling wishes, before it's locked in the dungeon as well as after.

But I wonder if having a physical form gives it the ability to want more? Does it hunger and third and want to rest, now? DOes it really feel a yearning not just for the completion of its plan, but for the open sky and sight of the world which it hasn't seen in so long?

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Needless to say, we love a visual parallel.

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yep, this sure is the Eating Each Other Cyclically chapter! (This is the Eating Each Other Cyclically story, actually. It's called the ecosystem!)

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oh I hate this actually. It's scary in a real way. I do not like being forced to acknowledge that Chilchuck is much, much smaller, weaker and more fragile than Laios. I do not like seeing him curled up and helpless and unable to ever reconnect with his family.

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Freak cubed! Actually, how many times has it gone back and forth, now...?

the lion swallowed all of them

Laios ate hte lion in order to swap bodies (ish)

honestly I feel like the demon being counts as eating him in turn. Making Laios's body part of itself, you know? That's eating.

(monster!)Laios ate demon(!Laios)

demon(!Laios) is now eating (monster!)Laios

...so, Freak^5

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The parallel to Marcille snapping at Laios to drop the plant seeds in Chapter 2... Love how every now and then people resort to yelling at this man like he's a dog. Truly, he is a beagle of all time (eats Things) ('Things' is an unlimited category of which the details are best left unknown)

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THIS IS IT, BITCHES! THESIS TIME!! I'M GONNA USE "IF AND ONLY IF LIKE IT'S A GODDAMN MATHEMATICAL PROOF, BECAUSE THAT'S HOW THIS HAS BEEN PRESENTED THROUGHOUT!

LIVING IFF EATING IFF HUNGERING IFF WANTING.

TO DO ONE IS TO DO THEM ALL, FOR EVERY ENTITY IN EXISTENCE: EVERY RACE, EVERY CREATURE.

LIVING AND DYING, EATING AND KILLING AND BEING KILLED AND BEING EATEN, ARE ALL SIDES OF THE SAME COIN. YOU WILL DO BOTH.

IT'S CALLED THE ECOSYSTEM.

And it applies to social structures as well as biomes btw.

YOU WILL ALWAYS EAT, AND THEN YOU WILL ALWAYS HUNGER FOR THE NEXT MEAL. BECAUSE YOU ARE STILL ALIVE.

Which is why hunger(/living) is poisonous to this infinite being, btw: the cycle is infinite, sure, but specifically because any single creature within the cycle is finite. To exist as part of the cycle, the world, breaks the infinite being, even as the infinite being inevitably destroys the world.)

But most of all:

EATING (IFF BEING EATEN IFF LIVING IFF WANTING) IFF UNDERSTANDING IFF BEING CONNECTED/BEING PART OF

THE FUNDAMENTAL [DESIRE/HUNGER/LIFE EXPERIENCE/CONNECTION/SHARED UNDERSTANDING] OF BEING ALIVE IN THIS WORLD IS [EATING/LIVING/DYING/KILLING/WANTING/HUNGERING/BEING CONNECTED/UNDERSTANDING OTHERS/BEING UNDERSTOOD/WANTING TO BE UNDERSTOOD/WANTING TO UNDERSTAND/WANTING TO BE CONNECTED]

...WHICH DOES ALSO INCLUDE (MONSTERFUCKER) VORE

(This is the fucking...Theseus wrestling the Minotaur statue...of this world... People are going to make this statue of King Laios Eating the Demon... It's going to be in museums...and in the palace... The true curse here is that Marcille is going to have to see versions of this motif for her entire excruciatingly long life...)

[bitethedevil]

Raphael the Cat (Character Analysis)

I’ve thought a lot about the whole cat and mouse metaphor from his Cormyrian rhyme, even when I first started playing the game and hadn’t developed my unhealthy obsession with Raphael. It is an odd thing isn’t it? Why a cat?

The mouse thing makes perfect sense for his character. He often refers to others as ‘little’ or something to that effect (such as ‘pipsqueak’). You are small and he is big. That’s always the gist of it. Of course, the ‘mouse and cat’-trope is pretty common, but why not identify with something bigger and scarier? He does it by calling himself a ‘devil’ instead of what he really is: a cambion.

We know that he doesn’t just do it with us. In the Devil’s Den at Sharess’ there is a book where someone had written about winning over a devil in a poetry contest and the devil is clearly Raphael. We know because he has circled it in red that his ‘down came the claw’ line is mentioned in it. Which means that this loser (affectionate) reuses the same old material for clients.

He’s not a lion, or a wolf, or whatever absolutely terrifying creature you can find in the D&D universe. He’s a cat. That’s what he’s chosen as his fursona, if you will. Why though? The more I think of it, it makes complete sense, and it is such an apt metaphor for his character.

“Is there anything duller than a loyal dog?”

Raphael says that line and then says ‘I much prefer a cat. Meow.’ Iconic, honestly. It also says a lot about his character. What is a dog’s role in a house? They protect their owners because of some sense of fondness or at least because they are trained to it. What does a cat do? It kills mice.

Not because of any sense of fondness or duty to its owners, but because it is nature for it to do so. It is specialized to kill mice and rats. A cat does what a cat wants, which is exactly what Raphael does.

It’s written somewhere in the Devil’s Den that he sometimes doesn’t even really need to claim someone’s soul or help them, but simply does it because he feels like it. Cats are notorious for killing even though they don’t even really need to.

Considering how ordered and hierarchical the Hells are, I really think that Raphael is a bit of a wildcard. It comes with his nature, I think. Most cambions are loners and solitary by nature. He does what he wants. It certainly takes some balls to directly hand over an opportunity to fuck over the literal Archdevil of Cania by telling us about Cazador’s ritual.

No matter how much he claims that he loves order, I think order is mostly what he personally deems as order. It’s whatever he feels like, which is the general theme with him.

Master of the House

A cambion isn’t seen as much in the Hells. Don’t get me wrong, he still seems really successful for a cambion, and he certainly is higher in the hierarchy than most of his heritage. In the Hells he really is a cat surrounded by lions and tigers. He might see himself as a lion, but which cat doesn’t? Though, he is still aware of his place in the Hells, or he would not have lived for so long.

A cat might not be the king of the jungle, but they certainly rule their tiny kingdom of the house they reside in (ask any cat owner). It’s the same with Raphael. The House of Hope is his little kingdom where he rules. It’s obvious from all the plaques you see around his house.

He has created his own little space where he is the most fierce and dangerous thing there is, and all the little mice who enter buy it. To a mouse, a cat might as well be a lion, which is why I think Raphael ‘dotes on mortals’. He likes feeling important, big, and scary, and mortals see that image of him.

The Cat

Though they are small, cats are apex predators. At the same time, they are irresistible to humans. We pet them, we take them into our homes, but compared to a dog, the attention you get from a cat is very much dependent on the cat and not the owner.

Raphael is the same. He comes and goes as he pleases. He appears and gives you attention, nuzzles up against your leg, making you feel special for even getting his attention. Remember what he said to Mol if you help her win?: ‘She won, you know. She’ll be the one who comes to me.’

He wants people to want his attention, so when he gives it to you it almost feels like a gift. He keeps talking about us knocking on his door as well. We know that he has most likely talked to Voss before we arrive to Sharess’ because Voss knows he has the hammer. Still, he seems very uninterested when Voss is actually there, practically on his knees begging for his help. Peak cat behavior.

However, we know what happens if one chooses to spite Raphael. It becomes very clear that he is not a cuddly and patient pet, and you suddenly realize that you were the mouse all along and that you never were in any control over the situation.  

He was that apex predator all along, you just never quite realized just how small you were. Again, a cat is a lion to a mouse. He actually even alludes to this idea himself if you have tried hurting him: ‘Like a mosquito nibbling at a dragon. Begone.’.

He’ll tell you that you can be friends with him, pretending that you are something that could resemble equals, but it is all smoke and mirrors. Everything he does is to pretend that he is less intimidating that he is, and he even refuses the notion that he is the cat in the lullaby in the beginning. But if you happen to get too comfortable or think you can best him, he reminds you just how small you are and that’s a theme throughout all his interactions.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

I loved that drabble about Tony discovering his lactation kink, can you write just a little something about how Tony discovered his "hair pulling" kink? I noticed that you like to explore this into your fics and I always enjoy it 😉 your requests are closed so of course you can just ignore it, but if you want to write a little drabble it'll be very welcomed 😊

Hi, sweet Nonnie! 🤍

I'm happy to see you enjoyed my little drabble about Young!Tony and his lactation kink, I love giving insights into things like that! Now, as soon as you mentioned hair pulling, @ccbsrmsf1 came to mind, so this drabble is dedicated to her.

For this, I'll dive into two existing AUs: my Young!Tony Stark AU and my Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark AU. However, this headcanon spans all my versions of Tony; I write it most often within these storylines. 🤍

18+ divider: @cafekitsune

PAIRINGS || Young!Tony Stark x F!Reader & Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark x F!Reader

WORDCOUNT || ~ 650 words

WARNINGS || Use of nicknames. Age gap. Making out. Hair pulling. Protected sex.

Young!Tony Stark

Tony didn't know he had a thing for you pulling his hair until you did it accidentally early in your relationship. Before he met you, he had barely ventured into the world of sex outside of the ''vanilla'' side of it all, and during the relationship, he's coming and cumming out of his shell because of you.

It's been nearly six months since you and Tony have officially started dating, and so far, it has been like a fairytale. He dotes on your every need and is kind, sweet, and loving. Constantly complimenting you and telling you how lucky he is, and on top of it all, you two have some of the best sex you could ever think of.

Your current Netflix & Chill session is also heading that way. You're seated in his lap, his hands slipping under the jersey you're wearing—his jersey, to be exact—while your hands are caressing over his neck and running through the hair on his nape, soft moans being exchanged and swallowed by one another.

"Hmm, you feel so soft, Sunshine," Tony whispers as his hands find their way to the bare globes of your butt, squeezing them playfully before landing a smack on each of them simultaneously, which causes you to grip onto Tony's hair. Hard.

"Fuck!" he groans loudly as you pull his hair, his head being tugged back at the force of your pulling. For a moment, you mistake his exclaim for pain as you immediately sit back with fear in your eyes, which Tony immediately picks up on, and he's quick to reassure you.

"It's okay, Sunshine, I- I quite... liked it," he says, his voice turning soft near the end of the sentence. Your eyebrows nearly shoot into your hairline at his confession, as you never would have thought he would enjoy that. But now that you know, you're more than happy to do it more often - whether he expects it or not.

Extra headcanon: My version of Young!Tony tends to be able to cum untouched when he's aroused enough, just by pulling his hair. You can read this quite a lot throughout his storyline! 🤍

Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark Before you and Tony confessed your undying love for one another, you had a relatively ''standard'' friends-with-benefits relationship. With the significant age gap between you two, there's also quite a gap in experience - especially regarding kinks. But lucky for you, Tony is more than happy to tell you exactly what he likes and explore the kinks you want to try.

"You're doing so well for me, Sugar," Tony whispers in your ear as he has you pinned against the wall, unable to wait until you're in the bedroom to bury himself deep inside you. Your hands are laced in his hair as he works you up and down on his cock, pleasure nearly becoming too much.

"Pull my hair, Sugar, fuck-" he grunts, and for a moment you're not sure you heard him correctly. However, you don't have too much time to think about it as he tells you again to pull his hair, and this time, you do as he asks, tugging on the strands of hair.

"Harder, pull harder!" he says through gritted teeth, and with a scream of your name, he finds his undoing as you pull hard on his hair - the feeling of it enough to make him cum, spilling every last drop of his seed into the condom.

"God, I love it when you do that, Sugar. Makes me feel so good," he pants against your neck as he still holds you up against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist as he's still buried inside you.

"Me too," you whisper, and Tony smiles before pulling out and setting you down. This may have only been the first time you have tried it, but you already know it's something you'll enjoy doing in the future, too, as the feeling of power it gives you is something you're already craving again.

[deathbxnny]

I hope you dont mind another one but it’s something i’ve been thinking about. Dw this is more hurt/comfort. Can I request Wriothesly, Ayato, and Tighnari reacting to an alternate version of their dead kid all grown up? Like my other request, can you write it where it happens during their respective Archon quest (and well for Ayato, his story quest)?

Context:

He used to have a kid. Whether the kid was related to him or not doesn't matter as he still loves them all the same. But one day, his kid died around their pre teens. I'll leave it ambiguous on how they died but their death broke him.

Few years later, the genshin impact plot happens and he meets the traveler and their companions where one of them just so happens to be his dead kid's alternate self. And they're all.. grown up. Despite looking much older, he knew deep down that that's his kid but also not really his kid because he knows his kid is dead, they died young.

The person in front him is just an alternate version of them. A glimpse of what his kid could be if they were still alive..

- Flower Anon 🌸

This one hurts so well, Flower Anon, so thank you so much for another great request!!<33

(Just like the other request, this is also generalized to make it easier for my fish memory brain-)

Content: Reader died young, mention of alt reader being more of a doppelganger in a way, grief, vague child death, angst, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!!

((Not proofread))

》TIGHNARI

Tighnari didn't notice at first, or well, he tried not to pay too much attention to the fact that you looked eerily similar to his deceased child. His heart was racing, ears flattening to his head momentarily, so many unsaid words stuck in his throat. And then there was nothing.

His face gently relaxed into it's usual deadpan, shoulders dropping, his instincts grimly reminding him that you were indeed not his child, but somehow just a coincidental and much older doppelganger of it.

But the heart ache began to linger for different reasons. Mainly due to the fact that a part of him finally healed at the sight of you. He always wanted his young one to grow up happy and healthy. And whilst it never got to do so on it's own, he allowed himself to imagine that his child lived on through this version of you.

》KAMISATO AYATO

Ayato smiled bitterly, immideatly recognizing your younger features in this much older version. His heart hurt, ached, and felt like it was being ripped out all over again, yet his signature smile still remained. He had a role to play, an important title to uphold. But he still couldn't bare to look at you directly after the first time he did so.

His answers to the travelers and Paimons questions were short and swift, making it kind of obvious to his sister next to him how desperate he was to get away from everyone. Not that she could blame him, as she felt the same. Your death broke everyone in the family, and they found no joy in seeing you all grown up because this wasn't you. You weren't the child they lost.

Ayaka eventually feels too faint to continue the conversation, which frees the two siblings from you and your companions questions and confused glances. The silence between the two is deafening, as they watch you leave with dull, solemn looks, the questions of "what if" and "if only" plaguing their exhausted minds.

》WRIOTHESLEY

Seeing you, an older you, stand there with the traveler and Paimon whilst he went to greet you both, made him nearly consider turning around and leaving at once. He never confronted your death, mainly to protect his strength and what was left of his sanity after he lost you. He never spoke of you either anymore, going as far as forbidding anyone to ever mention it, too.

He just couldn't stand it, having become so awfully bitter over time, and it only worsened at the sight of this alternate version. His jaw clenched, and he had to take a deep breath to quell his confused temper. Why did he feel so angry? Was it the regret and grief of never being to actually see the real you this way? Shouldn't he be glad that he had seen a glimpse of you as an adult after all? Perhaps his anger stemmed from the realisation of permanent loss. You weren't his child, despite the similarities.

It makes him become alot harsher to you three and the Hearth children that were lurking in the shadows. Whilst he may have been more merciful beforehand, he just wanted you all out already. He wanted to return to the peace he had made with the darkness in his heart. If it wasn't for Sigewinne telling him to focus on the plan at hand, he would've perhaps lost it entirely a while ago.

[acourtofkindness]

Thank you for sending in all the stories, here you can find the collection! Some of these are one-shots, some are longer stories, just click your way through them and also check out their other fics!

A Court of Vice and Victors

by @wishcamper Acosf rewrite where Nesta actually gets help and she and Cassian have a healthier dynamic, plus an Illyrian murder mystery

Pages Turned

by @climbthemountain2020 A character study on Nesta Archeron, the hardships she's faced through her life, and how they've shaped her as a person.

Could You Love Me While I Hate Myself

by @witch-and-her-witcher Humans have just been freed from servitude to the fae after years at war on Prythian and times are desperate for Nesta Archeron. With Feyre MIA and Elain a shell of herself, her options are becoming increasingly limited. When one of the young fae warriors, Cassian, who has carved a name for himself on the battlefield proposes to her after recognizing a mating bond between them, Nesta doesn't see any choice but to agree to take him as her husband and move herself and her sister to his home Court and the wilds of Illyria. War brings them together, a bond binds them - but is that enough for two broken people to find love with each other?

Firm and Fragrant Still the Brambleberries

by @foundress0fnothing When Nesta became a nurse at the start of the war, she could not have predicted a patient as challenging as Lieutenant Cassian Davies, nor he a nurse as captivating as her. As the same war that brought them together threatens to tear them apart, Nesta and Cassian must navigate the complexities of love and duty to find the way back to each other. A WWI historical AU.

Wreck My Plans, That's My Man

by @c-e-d-dreamer Drummer for the Bat Boys, Cassian has a large following, but sometimes Nesta doesn't appreciate fangirls calling themselves "Cassian's future wife."

It Looks As Though You're Letting Go

by @Darkcat18 (on ao3) Everyone is born with an arrow on the back of their hand which points to their soulmate at midnight on their eighteenth birthday. After her parents' disastrous marriage and her father's subsequent depression following the death of her mother, Nesta realized a soulmate is nothing more than guaranteed heartache and ruination. On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, she packs up her car and leaves her family and life behind forever. What she doesn't count on, however, is having a soulmate like Cassian, who may be the one to prove to her that a soulmate is what she needs.

I Guess It's Half Timing (And The Other Half's Luck)

by @moodymelanist Nesta and Cassian have a steamy one-night stand while out celebrating St. Patrick’s Day, but their lives are changed forever once Nesta realizes her period is late. Follow along as Nesta and Cassian navigate preparing to become parents, balancing their other life stresses, and figuring out their feelings for one another!

Amidst the Madness

by @This_Immortal_Hope (on ao3) Love and war have always followed the same rules: Quick to ignite, slow to extinguish. There aren't many things Cassian has dared to openly want in his 500 years of existence. Not even the position he currently occupies as Lord of Windahaven (far too lofty a spot for nothing more than a well-blodded bastard, if you ask the other Illyrian Lords), but from the second Nesta Archeron stepped foot in his camp, the entire world ebbed into a single truth. She is his. He is hers. Everything else - the war he is meant to lead, the people relying on him, the legacy he should be fighting to protect, cease to exist the second his eyes are caught in roiling silver flames. There is pain in this female, his female. And retribution will be exacted. Rhysand has his war, and now so does Cassian. Whether the two align ... only Nesta can give that order.

Sweetest Con

by @separatist-apologist Nesta Archeron has been trapped in witness protection for the past five years, hiding a secret no one can ever learn. All she has to do is wait out the criminals back home determined to punish her and her sisters for a lie they told years before. She can handle anything- even the new agent sent to keep her safe.

The Whole Truth

by @TheTeaQueen (on ao3) A beautifully heartbreaking story about what if Papa Archeron used/sold Nesta back in their village, and the IC learning this truth. It features Rhys and Nesta sibling bonding over their respective SA traumas. And Cassian helping Nesta to heal and feel comfortable with touch again

The Nesta Variation

by @persegrace (on ao3) A modern AU where Cassian is a military vet and Nesta is a former ballet dancer. They're both dealing with trauma, and meet in AA.

Ultima Ex Nobis

by @fieldofdaisiies Six years into a global pandemic which was caused by a mass fungal infection that turns hosts into zombie-like creatures and makes the whole of Prythian collapse, the former army general Cassian Cadell is tasked with one very special mission – escorting Nesta Archeron, one of the few immune survivors, across a post-apocalyptic Prythian to a group of people of the name L. Their identity is unknown but they can make an antidote.

you make my motor run

by @wilde-knight When Nesta and Cassian are set up on a blind date, neither of them can imagine their families feeling whole again. But with sparks flying between them, will they finally be able to imagine the road ahead?

[lunamania2024]

I love you and Nothing can change that

Togame Jo x Tomiyama's older sister!Fem!reader

Summary: Togame Writes you a letter, apologising for not protecting you.

WANING: ANGST with Fluff

_______________________☙

Dear Y/n,

Hello, my love. How are you? I hope you are doing well where you are. Well... I know I don't have a proper place to write you a letter, but I just want you to know that I have changed after our conflict with the Furin. And that's not all; Choji, your younger brother whom you always spoiled, is now grown up and embarking on his chosen path. He is also taller than before. Additionally, I met a Furin boy who is just like you - a perfect copy of you. He's strong, brave, and even tsundere, just like you.

Love, I know it's too late, but I'm sorry. I remember the time when you asked if I would cry if you were gone, and you probably heard me that time. But I want to reiterate to you, to tell you a million times, that every time I think of you, tears always spill from my eyes. I am truly sorry, my love, and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I believe that when we reunite, wherever you may be, because death cannot separate us, not even god. Once again, I love you.

Sincerely,

Togame Jo, your charming husband  

BONUS!!!

"Jo," you quietly called, your eyes half closed, lips turning pale, and hands trembling. "Would... you cry... or miss me... if I died?" you asked between coughs, smiling softly at him, masking the pain in your chest and body, which made moving unbearable. Togame began to answer but was interrupted by the monitor beeping, and he watched as the green line turned straight.

Tears streamed down his face, answering the question he knew you wouldn't hear but one that would bring you comfort. "Yes, I would because it's you," he muttered with a tightened grip on your hand, pressing your cold, pale hand to his forehead, pleading for you to wake up and silently begging the gods to bring you back. "And I love you," he murmured, tears uncontrollably falling from his eyes.

-PRESENT:

"Kame-chan," Choji called, looking at the Furin leaving the base. "You know, that it's been 2 years since I saw that smile."

"Really?"

"Yeah, since Sis died you never smiled so sweetly before, so beautiful." Choji smiled, remembering her older sister playing with him.

"Your right, it's been two years but I still can't forget her beautiful smile, the image of her still stuck on my brain." he laugh, and glancing over his short friend "Wanna visit her? It's been a while after all."

"Hm." Choji agreed, "Let's also bring her a [Favourite Food/drinks]!" he exclaimed.

_______________________☙

"Good morning, Sis! Look what we bought!" he happily said, placing your favorite food and drinks on your grave stone.

"We came to visit you, Love," Togame smiled, as the wind grew stronger but warmer, providing comfort. Togame and Choji's eyes widened as they heard a faint, sweet, and comforting voice carried on the wind.

"Thank you."

Both of them smiled and replied,

"You're welcome."

[gothicflowers]

Listen, Alex has been consuming my brain for weeks. It’s a whole issue (it’s not an issue, I love it really). So can I get something that’s maybe a little darker with him? Doesn’t have to be too dark, just maybe showing that side that isn’t the golden retriever we all love. Maybe a little more of that something that makes him such a good CIA operative.

Something protective/possessive perhaps? Can be NSFW or not, totally up to you.

Also, I hope you’re doing well! I know what it’s like to just need a distraction and get out of your head for a bit 💙

(MDNI +18)

Sorry this took me forever but I’ve been fighting waves of ADHD paralysis that even my meds cant fight. And I’m doing a little better, not fully healthy but I’m getting there❤️

ALEX KELLER IS A GOLDEN RETRIEVER.

At least that’s what he lets you see.

Because he doesn’t want you to know how dark and dirty he can be. Your family is fully convinced that he is the perfect man, which he truly is. Always getting you flowers and planning dates or small getaways. You clearly won the lottery with Alex. You see Alex as a night in shining armor, a kiss from the stars.

But Alex sees you as the dusk sky, beautiful colors that light up the sky before the light disappears. Soft delicate hands to hold, no blood or dirt under your nails. Your voice is the crackling of a fireplace in deep December snow that warms his soul. You’re the flower that blooms from the spring frost after he tills the ground with his bare hands.

Alex has fought for too long and shed too much blood in the name of justice and peace for anything to take away the one pure thing the universe owes him. You.

But sometimes dispute all his training and good intentions you see small glimmers of what Alex could be if he didn’t keep himself in check. Sometimes it’s in the way you end up bent over the counter with his fingers laced tightly in your hair as he rants on about this little bitchy attitude you’ve had since you woke up. He knows you love it and it feeds a dark pit of control that burns for you. Every thrust making you gasp. All Alex can grunt out of his gritting teeth is MINE. MINE. MINE. And is he gonna let you come? No. Not unless your pretty little eyes are welling with lust and love filled tears begging to cum. He’ll eventually let go of your hair and hold you by the jaw and let you confess that you just needed some dick, and he’s the only one that can satisfy your craving. Such a sweet thing, such perfection, so delicate.

Alex doesn’t mind letting other guys how possessive he can get. He didn’t like that guy that keep trying to dance with you at the bar. It’s surely a coincidence that guy slipped and hit his head on the sink. Other times it’s simply staring them down with a look that even Simon wouldn’t mess with.

When your ex tried to weasel their way back into your heart they abruptly stopped. They sent flowers, chocolates, jewelry, everything they could think of to win you back. You figured they finally got the message that you didn’t want them. But in reality your ex came home to a large envelope packed full of evidence of everything they’ve ever done, things you never knew about. Paired with a simple note “leave what is mine alone or else”.

Alex never wants you to know about what he truly does. Would you ever hold his hand again knowing how blood stained they are? Would those soft lips still say I love you? Despite his pure intentions he knows not all of his orders he’s been given were good. So he just tells you he works in surveillance. It eases your mind thinking he’s hiding on a roof somewhere, not down in a gunfight.

When he comes home after an extended time away you’re distraught with worry that he lost his leg. You will die never knowing the truth about what went down that day.

It’s not always that he wants to keep you in the dark, but sometimes it’s just truly classified information that you can’t know. And shouldn’t, it would give you nightmares. This man could rewrite history books if he shared what he knows.

Alex keeps hidden security cameras around the house. You don’t even realize they’re installed. He’s got extensive knowledge of technology and he used it to his advantage. He’s very good about keeping you a secret from his job but sometimes on those late nights he just needs to see you sleeping peacefully at home. And yes there is a tracker on your phone. Can’t lose track of his sweet little angel.

Everyone highly underestimates him. Too soft hearted, too eager, too naïve. The way his eyes darken and chest heaves as he stands covered in someone else’s blood shocks a room of experienced soldiers. A version of a man they rarely see, a version of a man you don’t know. Yet that version of him is who checks the house when he hear something at night. The version who corrects people who speak to you rudely. The version that growls in your ear from behind as your bodies tangle. The version who got rid of all of your problems. The Alex that will pull the earth apart and unleash hell to create a heaven on earth for you alone.

Alex is a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

[elliemarchetti]

My AU Headcanon: after surviving the attack on their house, James had constant nightmares about seeing Lily & Harry dying & Voldemort, Wormtail and Snape taunting for failing them, despite being the great James Potter. It hurt Lily to see her once happy and mischievous husband be in so much pain.

I'm alive! Risen from the ashes like Fawkes!

Lovely anon, thank you for your patience and for sending this prompt, which allowed me to write James from another perspective and analyze his marriage with Lily with a more mature eye.

As always feedback and other suggestions on how to continue this (or any other) story are welcome but I'm also open to having a chat, exchanging headcanons and making moodboards and playlists for your favorite characters/couples.

Words: 700

After years of uncertainty and terror, with heavy casualties on both sides and entire bloodlines wiped out, the war ended, and the Wizarding World celebrated with displays of fireworks and jubilation. He Who Must Not Be Named was dead, just a corpse made of skin and bones buried beside his father in a forgotten graveyard, his remaining followers were locked up in Azkaban, and peace reigned once again, an outcome Lily failed to truly believe in as she held little Harry to her chest on the darkest nights, in fear it could be their last moment together. They had been lucky to survive Pettigrew's betrayal, something he did not, and Lily was grateful for every quiet day she was allowed to live, but James hadn’t gotten over the tension and the constant fear as well as she did. When there was light outside, from breakfast until he put Harry to bed, everything seemed fine despite the purplish dark circles under his eyes, and at work he was his usual mischievous self, at least according to Sirius, but when he got under the covers, once he had given a kiss to his wife and they both turned off the lamps on their respective bedside tables, he became a mess, clinging to her body as if she was a lifeline. The nightmares hadn’t given him a full night’s sleep for months now, and if sometimes he didn’t feel like talking, if sometimes the only thing that soothed him was sinking into Lily, taking her in desperation, letting her gentle words of encouragement and muffled moan ground him, during others he was more inclined to dialogue.

“He killed you,” he had murmured one night, heavy tears sliding down his sunken cheeks. “You were dead, and he… Harry… I couldn’t do anything but watch.”

It was like this, between stammers and fragmented sentences, that Lily discovered what was plaguing her husband’s sleep, a sense of guilt he shouldn’t have felt, an anxiety he couldn’t leave behind.

“It’s not my fault, Snivellus, it’s not my fault!” he had shouted on another occasion, before sitting up in bed, his forehead drenched in sweat.

“Dad?” Harry had called from the small corridor dividing their rooms, rubbing his eyes with the small fist.

“Dad had a bad dream, love,” Lily had quickly explained, as he guided him back to bed. “Every now and then it happens to adults too.”

“Can you give him this, then?” her son had asked, with the innocence only children possess, handing her one of the stuffed animals he usually slept with. “It will protect him from monsters.”

“He will appreciate it very much,” she replied, taking the fuzzy Welsh Green, his favourite birthday gift from uncle Remus.

“Did I scare him a lot?” James asked, defeated and worried, as soon as she closed the door behind her.

“No, but he wants you to have this, to protect you from monsters,” she answered, passing him the stuffed animal. He stared at it for a while, as if seeing it for the first time, or glimpsing something in his black plastic eyes, and then he hugged it tightly, curling up his knees and bowing his head until his dishevelled hair almost touched his arms. Seeing him like this, it was evident how young he actually was, how the weight of the carefreeness the war took away from them weighted on his hunched shoulders.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, breaking the heavy silence engulfing the house. “I wish I was stronger, I wish I had been able to do more, but instead I had to hide like a rat, I had to wait for others to defend my family for me.”

“We’re all alive, and that’s enough,” was all Lily could say as she caressed his bare back, where the bones of his spine visibly protruded. When had he gotten so thin? When, among the pile of things he had to care about, had he stopped considering eating a priority? Just two more questions to add to the thousand she would have to find an answer, a solution, to alone, so as not to break the young man who that night slept hugging his son’s stuffed dragon.

[watcherintheweyr]

I saw a post earlier talking about how Alicent is not being rewarded by the patriarchy she has served so faithfully, and how the son she and Otto raised to the throne 'to protect his life in the way they knew they must' and I just... I have Thoughts so I'm gonna say em.

Alicent thought that by weaponizing the patriarchy against Rhaenyra and by serving it and it's goals, she'd be the exception to their sexism and disdain of women. She thought she'd be rewarded by signing with the oppressors and the oppressive system and it's values, and she's now facing the reality and the consequences of what's happened. And she's also getting a taste of the undermining and humiliation that she turned against Rhaenyra for years.

Honestly the fact that she even has a seat in the Small Council makes no sense at this point - it barely made sense with Viserys, given Alicent's views on women having power. That they should not have the power but should 'gently guide' those that do. In truth it's tragic irony and yet somehow comedic, seeing her realize that she will not be rewarded or exalted in Any way for all she's sacrificed and betrayed.

But also: Otto knew that Rhaenyra wouldn't turn on her siblings. He never really believed she would kill them. Those were lies he fed to Alicent that she in turn poisoned her children with in order to serve his ambition: which was originally to have his blood ruling on the throne but has become to have his blood on the throne as a puppet-king that he can control.

The MOMENT they moved forward with the usurpation, Otto attempted to have Rhaenyra and her entire family- including two toddlers- assassinated- the very thing he claimed Rhaebyra would do. Because he was never horrified by such a concept, and he never genuinely thought Rhaenyra was the sort to do such a thing. But he absolutely is- and entirely unprovoked. And yet somehow Alicent is shocked by this- somehow she never realized that to 'secure his succession, Aegon and his faction would have to do to the true heir and her family what she thought the true heir would do- which is either incredibly poor writing, or just blind, willful ignorance of what a usurper would have to do to stay secure from rival claimants.

Otto suggested Rhaenyra as heir to further distance Daemon from the throne (which was due to his hatred of Daemon, his knowledge that Daemon saw hom as he was, and his.. greed and possessiveness of Viserys, which was referenced now on s2e2 in how Otto spoke of Viserys, the man he puppeted, controlled, and manipulated for decades with total reverence.)- and because he thought she would be immediately displaced once his daughter gave Viserys the son that Aemma was killed for.

He never thought that Viserys would seriously hold her as his heir- and never thought she would be so difficult to manage or control, either. We see the horrified realization in his eyes in episode 2 when she shows him up at Dragonstone- that she is actually something formidable, that she just succeeded at something he did not- and saved his life from Caraxes in the same breath. That she, a girl, was taking this role as heir seriously, and that she might actually be able to play the part, and do it well.

So he made a new plan- to fill Alicent's mind with poison and lies about her once best friend, to ensure she would turn her children against Viserys' heir, and thus help him to further his goals.

But he miscalculated. Deeply. Because now Aegon's jealousy, insecurity, and hatred are running unchecked as he sits as the most powerful man in the realm. Now his grandson's depravity guides his choices, and Aegon's hatred and jealousy of Rhaenyra, his desperation for love and attention, and the power cirrently goong to his head... All are far stronger than any respect he may have once held for his grandsire- and his mother.

She betrayed and destroyed herself and Rhaenyra for nothing. She will never be rewarded for what Otto made her suffer or for what she did to disparage and demean Rhaenyra in the eyes of the men of the realm. She has served her use, as far as the men she thought to guide are concerned.

[pommpuriinn]

𖧧 ִ ࣪ ⋆ ٫٫ ACT: PROMISE US TOUR PART 2

┈─★synopsis- finally Joohyung gets to go back to the US which she has missed dearly.

౨౿ atlanta

౨౿ hair/makeup

౨౿ Joohyung was feeling a bit better since the whole houston concert which she reassure moa that she’s ok and to not worry about her, and enjoy the concert

౨౿ the members kept on playing with Joohyung’s braids causing her to yell ‘ya!’ into the mic making herself startled, and hitting Kai who at the time was the one of the ones messing with her braid

౨౿ “before we head to the next song I wanted to say that I love how you guys dress up for us.” Joohyung pointed at different moas. “I realized that when we go to the US moas like to follow the dress code or wear similar outfits from performances or mvs. They’re really pretty outfits and I love them, and you guys look really good.” She raised an eyebrow teasing the audience

౨౿ “how about noona finally teaches the maknaes the dance.” Yeonjun suggested, as then move to ‘the killa’ dance segment. “I guess I’ll teach them.” Joohyung playfully rolled her eyes, making the members laugh. “Make sure to use your face,” Joohyung pointed her’s. “Sexy like this.” She gave them a demo, but she didn’t get too far because Beomgyu and Kai blocked Joohyung. “Too sexy! Too sexy!” The two jokingly covered Joohyung’s face from everyone

౨౿ as they were performing ‘cat & dog’ as an encore song Joohyung took the time to read posters and followed what the poster was asking, along with dancing with moas and even the staff who Joohyung found hilarious because they were so hyped and dancing along with her

౨౿ send off

౨౿ “Joohyung you’re so pretty!”

“Woah! You really look AI! It’s crazy!”

“Honey are you even real right now?!” Moas were so infatuated with Joohyung’s visuals that they kept on complimenting her causing her to get embarrassed. “Thank you so much~ you guys are just as pretty too.” Joohyung sent them all hearts

౨౿ “Honey I just wanted to say thank you so much for saving me honestly, txt gives me so much motivation and happiness. It must be very tiring with everything you’re going through, but just know moas are always by your side defending and protecting you. We are also a shoulder you could always lean on and cry too. I love you so much, Honey.” Joohyung saw that the moa was starting to cry which made her start to cry as well. She wiped the tear that was coming out, “ah, moa~ don’t cry.” Joohyung playfully whined while trying not to cry further. “I should thank you for letting my dreams come true and for always supporting txt and letting us come and perform for you. I hope you never leave our side, and thank you moa~” Joohyung sniffled, as she lovely pat the moa’s head

౨౿ Joohyung ended up witnessing for first ever proposal and she was as shocked as Yeonjun. “Congratulations!” Joohyung clapped for the couple before taking a photo with them. Before moving on to the next moa she heard someone asked a question, “when is Beomgyu going to propose to you Honey?” Joohyung got so shy with the question her ears started turning red, which she quickly covered making everyone around her giggle. “I don’t know? You have to ask him when he comes around.”

౨౿ long story short the same moa questioned Beomgyu the same question and he got just as shy as Joohyung, and his ears ended up turning red too. He cutely started stumbling through his words trying to answer the question

౨౿ new york day 1

౨౿ hair/makeup

౨౿ another soundcheck moment to mention is the viral boyfriend Beomgyu look he was giving. “Do you like Beomgyu’s look?” Joohyung asked moas who responded quickly loving it. “Good because it was me who to put a little bit blush on him and did his hair. He looks soo cute~” Joohyung squealed, making the members coo at how cute she was explaining

౨౿ Joohyung’s glowy sparkly makeup was a hot topic in the makeup world along with all her makeup looks throughout the tour

౨౿ Joohyung was definitely in a playful mode, as she was spanking the members’ butts making moa laugh at her silly antics on stage

౨౿ in the previous stops some members have accidentally dropped their fan during ‘sugar rush ride’ and it was now Joohyung’s turn to experience the little embarrassment of dropping the fan right when the camera is on her. She laughed it off instead of beating herself up about it

౨౿ Joohyung saw many pride flags waving around which she pointed at the flag and sent hearts at the moas waving it, including seeing many hold up palestine flags which she also pointed at them sending big hearts at the moas with them

౨౿ Joohyung went so hard at the choreo for ‘no rules’ it’s another one of her favorite bsides. Both her and Yeonjun were going around jumping and dancing using all their last energy

౨౿ send off

౨౿ during send off Joohyung saw that the moa she was with was shaking and saying ‘sorry’ because she wasn’t being fast pulling up her camera app. Joohyung gently held the moa’s shaking hand, “it’s ok. Take your time, I’m not leaving you so soon.”

౨౿ “can i do a heart on your cheek while we pose?” The moa asked. “Yeah! It’s ok.” Joohyung even leaned in more so the moa’s hand was touching her cheek

౨౿ Joohyung did a little tiktok dance with a moa, but she couldn’t keep a straight face so the whole time she was holding in her laughter

౨౿ even though Yeonjun asked to keep the pride flag filled with moas’ signatures and the staff said ‘no’ Joohyung asked the moa if she could keep it. Of course the moa said ‘yes’ and Joohyung grabbed it and the staff member tried to say ‘no’ to Joohyung too, and even tried to take it out of her hands. “No it’s mine.” Joohyung pulled it away from the staff member’s reach

౨౿ new york day 2

౨౿ hair/makeup

౨౿ Joohyung made all the members have a blushy look during soundcheck which moas thanked her for her service

౨౿ “New York!” Joohyung yelled after the dance break for ‘deja vu’ while moa screamed with excitement. All the members chuckled hearing Joohyung yell

౨౿ Joohyung was mouthing “runaway, runaway with me” to a moa causing them to have tears in their eyes, making Joohyung pout not wanting to make the moa cry

౨౿ again Joohyung’s body was hurting and she was trying her hardest not to show it, but once it was time for ments everyone could tell Joohyung was having a hard time as she was trying to rub out the pain from certain points of her body

౨౿ members started to really worry when Joohyung was hanging her head low and trying to blink the dizziness away, sometimes Joohyung would clinch on a member’s shirt or sleeve trying to balance herself

౨౿ after ‘magic island’ Taehyun couldn’t take it no more and walked Joohyung backstage so the staff members could take care of Joohyung. “Noona needs to cool down a bit longer, so don’t worry moa.” Yeonjun tried to reassure everyone. “Mm, noona works too hard and just needs a bit more time.” Kai agreed before changing the topic

౨౿ the members even dragged on the ending ments because they didn’t want to perform without Joohyung, so as they kept on looking behind them seeing if Joohyung was walking back they would keep the conversation going. “Oh-our honey is back!” Soobin smiled at Joohyung, who was walking back while fixing her ear-in. “I’m back~” she sang

౨౿ moas noticed the healing patches they placed on places where Joohyung was experiencing pain along with giving her an updo instead of keeping her hair down. Many speculate that Joohyung was going through heat exhaustion

౨౿ send off

౨౿ Joohyung brought out Bibi to the send off making moas jealous of NY moa Joohyung even let moas pet Bibi let how she let houston moa pet Poki

౨౿ “honey please promise to rest lots when you get home.” Joohyung could tell moas were really worried about her which made her feel really bad. “I will try my best, thank you.” She smiled before moving on

౨౿ just like how Poki was trying on gifts Bibi did the same and she was very vocal about it, “I think she’s saying thank you.” Joohyung was laughing at how Bibi was meowing at everyone who was gifting her everything

౨౿ “oh my god! You painted this?” A moa handed Joohyung a beautiful painting of Joohyung during ‘black mamba’ era. “Yes!” Joohyung looked at the moa and back at the painting making everyone laugh. “You’re so talented moa!”

౨౿ rosemont day 1

౨౿ hair (black bow)/makeup

౨౿ moas thought that Joohyung looked like those female Tom and Jerry cat girls but goth version with her dark makeup + piercings

౨౿ after with somewhat rest and not performing for two days Joohyung felt a bit better not fully, but enough to perform well

౨౿ despite her dark makeup and cold stares Joohyung was being clingy towards any member for example; rubbing her cheek against Kai’s arm while he was talking, holding onto Taehyun’s shirt while following him around, playing with Beomgyu’s fingers during a ment, holding Yeonjun’s hand while watching the maknaes dance to ‘the killa’, and giving back hugs to Soobin while resting her cheek against his back

౨౿ “I know I mention this before but…I really love these outfits you guys wear for us.” Joohyung points towards the second level. “I hope you guys are all comfortable and able to dance with the tall heels.” She chuckled, seeing moas look at their feet

౨౿ Joohyung unleashed her boba eyes during ‘isytt’ making moas squeal every time she was shown on the big screen even the members looked at her with warm eyes

౨౿ send off

౨౿ despite all the hardships Joohyung is going through she still manages to have a smile on her face for the people who love and support txt

౨౿ during this send off many moas made it their mission to tell Joohyung how much they admire her and constantly giving her compliments, and how strong she is to keep performing no matter how tried she is. Hearing all this was so overwhelming for Joohyung, but in a good way. That she was getting teary eye just hearing everyone

౨౿ towards the end Joohyung was signing a page from the moa’s dairy that was gifted to them while the moa poured her heart out about how much she loves Joohyung and even naming a few reasons out of 100 on why she loves Joohyung. Her speech broke Joohyung, as she no longer could hold in her tears and a single diamond tear fell on the page creating a little tear drop stain

౨౿ Joohyung profusely was thanking moa for coming and for being there for her before officially leaving. It was definitely one of the more heartfelt moments from the whole send off part of tour

౨౿ rosemont day 2

౨౿ hair/makeup

౨౿ during soundcheck Joohyung brought out both Bibi and Poki to no knows surprise both cats loved the attention, as they were acting as if it was their show even meowing into the mic making the group burst out laughing kinda surprised at the cats actions

౨౿ Joohyung did dress both cats up with the gifts moas were giving them and they even had fansite photos taken of them causing twitter have their fun with the cute cat photos

౨౿ one of many funny moments created in this tour is when they had to kick their mic stands during ‘loser lover’ and Joohyung completely missing the aim of her mic stand. She stared at it in defeat before kicking it harder than she’s supposed to because she was a little mad at her aim

౨౿ while Joohyung was going hard at dancing her ear-in fell out of her ear and as the song got to the climax the confetti canons went off scaring the crap out of Joohyung and many moas. She yelped into her mic making the members startled at first, but then laughed it off seeing that Joohyung wasn’t in any danger

౨౿ as the group was performing ‘trust fund baby’ Joohyung was seen zoning out just nodding to the music luckily not forgetting to sing her lines

౨౿ to moas it was hard to view Joohyung as sexy with her cute hairstyle and makeup during ‘the killa’ nevertheless she still caused imaginary nose bleeds with her bold moves

౨౿ Taehyun accidentally tripped poor Joohyung while pulling her with him to run full speed to the main stage so they can dance to ‘happily ever after’ together

౨౿ singing ‘blue spring’ brought back all the memories from the previous tour along with lollapalooza. Joohyung was done showing her vulnerable side again so she tried her hardest to keep the tears from flowing

౨౿ send off

౨౿ “are these the freebies you guys hand around?” Joohyung pointed at the clear bag filled with freebies. “Yeah, want some?” The moa offered. “Yes please~” Joohyung held out both palms waiting. “Wahh, thank you!” Joohyung smiled, while looking into the bags of fanmade pcs with sticker

౨౿ Joohyung was surprised seeing little kids waiting to met her. “Hello there!” She leaned over the barricade, trying to reach them better. Joohyung playfully ruffled their hair before saying her ‘byes’

౨౿ “is that my cereal?” Joohyung snickered, while reaching for the cereal box to sign it. Joohyung’s box was coco puffs for the general mills collab 

౨౿ “the amount of Jooie egg pcs I have signed this whole tour is insane.” Joohyung was slightly regretting all the close up photos she takes for her pcs. “Please keep taking egg pcs Joohyung.” Moas begged, making Joohyung chuckled at how cute their begging is

౨౿ washington (last one!!)

౨౿ hair/makeup

౨౿ welcome back short hair Joohyung! She was missed by many including the members who have a habit with playing with their noona’s short hair

౨౿ “hi I’m Honey and I have short hair again! Do you like it?” Joohyung beamed, hearing all the ‘yes’ in the crowd. “That’s good. Let’s live it up since it’s sadly that last US stop of act: promise. But let’s not be sad because this isn’t a ‘goodbye’.” Joohyung brought everyone’s spirits up

౨౿ Joohyung gave it all she got making sure there wasn’t any regrets with her performance, especially because it was the last night

౨౿ Joohyung let out a tear during ‘deja vu’ like how she did in their Inkigayo performance making moa go crazy with her acting skills

౨౿ “our actress Joohyung!” Soobin clapped, as the group was doing their ment. “I save that move for the last show since it’s very special.” Joohyung mimicked her tear falling. “Noona you do it so easy~” Taehyun dragged out the word, making her laugh

౨౿ Beomgyu kept on messing with Joohyung’s hair causing her to spank his butt to try and discipline him. Clearly it didn’t work because he kept on doing it

౨౿ “Kai let’s fucking go!” Joohyung yelled, while Kai was getting his guitar to have his solo moment. It hyped up Kai and moa, making moa’s cheers louder and Kai gaining even more confidence

౨౿ it was the last ‘dreamer’ Joohyung zoom in which Joohyung slowly slid her hand up to her neck while giving a seductive look into the camera, giving moa a moment to remember

౨౿ “I think moa really liked noona’s short hair version of ‘the killa.” Yeonjun teased. “The killa~” Joohyung immediately sang while doing the hip movements, earning screams. “I agree too!” Beomgyu cutely raised his hand. “Let’s make noona perform it one last time for us.” Soobin added. “Yes, noona should be right in the center.” Kai guided Joohyung to the center. “Ok, one, two, three!” Taehyun counted down before singing. Joohyung tried to wash away the embarrassment before starting which somewhat worked, as she winked and blew a kiss towards the camera

౨౿ Joohyung was making sure to try and thank everyone from every section for coming since it was already the end of the concert. Joohyung made sure to take her time reading all the posters she could before heading to the center where the screens from above slowly came down ending the final US stop of the tour

౨౿ send off

౨౿ “did you cut your hair?!” A moa asked while admiring the new look. “No, I just had extensions in since it takes while for my hair to grow long.” Joohyung cleared the air

౨౿ “honey we’re going to miss Bibi and Poki too.” Joohyung sadly didn’t bring either of the cats to join them during send off. “They are definitely going to miss all the attention you guys gave them for sure.” Joohyung smiled at them while signing their pc

౨౿ Joohyung gave lots of girlfriend material poses for moa’s pictures

౨౿ during the send off moa got to see a clingy Joohyung up close, as she was hugging Beomgyu’s arm while waiting for her turn with moas, and they weren’t complaining because of how cute she looks

౨౿ Joohyung blew lots of kisses before making her way to the exit door officially done with this leg of the tour

[ducktracy]

What are your opinions on Looney Tunes: Back in Action? I personally have a soft spot for the movie nostalgia or not, plus it was my introduction to the Looney Tunes so I'll always love it for that.

I'M DUE FOR A REWATCH! i'd like to give it a fair shake, because i think the last time i saw it was in 2021. i unfortunately am not the biggest fan :((((((((( my stance on the LT movies i think is "i prefer Space Jam [the original] over BiA while acknowledging that BiA is superior to Space Jam in every way".

BiA is not an exhaustive shoe commercial, so that helps immensely. it's clear that it was made by fans of the shorts and there are a lot of deep cut cameos that i really value and appreciate. i think part of my aversion stems from my contrarianism that i've been able to curb PRETTY well in the past few years, but being a child of the early '00s, i grew up surrounded by the Corporate Chuck Jones LT aesthetic and BiA is the pinnacle of that to me--i naturally have an aversion to that style and i've been good at overcoming it (i now love Joe Alaskey as Daffy, but it took me a long time for this to be the case), but BiA falls into so many of the trappings of that era that i really just don't like. stuff like acting like The Hunting Trilogy shorts are the only LT shorts ever made

i also have a hard time taking it seriously, and that is a problem because i felt that this film often tries to get you to take it seriously and i just can't. i said this last year and still stand by it in discussing its "Hollywood pathos":

I THINK PART OF IT ALSO IS LIKE. again. unrealistic contrarianism. sorry but if Daffy Duck were thrust in my lap and i had to go on a wacky road trip with him i would be ECASTATIC. i hate how he's treated as like "uhhhhhh only people who live in their mom's basement like you as a character lol because you suck and are mean and rude!!!!", and i know he's trying to prove otherwise etc but i'm just soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo tired and averse to that narrative. Bugs is amazing Daffy sucks yahoo yippee. it feels like they missed the intent of the originals in that Daffy Does Not Actually Suck and is in some cases exhaustively more competent than Bugs, but he's just so quick to be foiled by his own impulses and vices.

most of my critiques against the movie are moreso in regards to my tastes rather than an indication of its objective quality. i do wish other characters got more screen-time, i think i would like it more... i'm not the biggest fan of the Bugs and Daffy cartoons because they enable a lot of my aforementioned gripes. i've slowly been able to turn around on them and even love shorts like Rabbit Seasoning! but their dynamic always runs into the same trappings and i get rubbed very raw by those trappings. what i want from Bugs and what i want from Daffy, i don't get out of either of them at all when they're paired together. and so i'm obviously not going to like an entire movie centered on that dynamic

i do want to give it another shake though because i may be able to appreciate it more now or, at the very least, be able to suspend my reservations more. but it's just not for me. which is a shame! because, kind of like TLTS, i've tried many times and seen it multiple times to try and understand and see what other people see in it but i just can't. the curse of being too protective of the duck

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hey can you do a part 2 of "I need you to love me". Well it's smut but make it romantic. They Reader and Donna is in a relationship for sometime after the events of the story. They're happy they get to he with each other so they took it to the next step. The Reader put her to bed and it starting to get steamy. Donna was really overwhelmed and felt awkward because it's her first time doing it. Reader just tell her to lay down while she pleasures her lover. Reader did all sorts of errotic things to Donna to show how much she loves her. Their passionate night lasted for an hour and Donna is really sweaty at this point. After that overwhelming sensation she just fainted. Reader felt satisfied on what she did. Next morning they woke. Donna felt sore and Reader asked her if she's ok and if she hurt her last night. Donna said she enjoyed every seconds of it. Reader tells her she loves her deeply, Donna felt herself blush but tells the same.

Note: I hope you don't find this wierd at all because couples sometimes have their nights together so please write this down🙏. Also you're really good at making stories and and it's always long so I appreciate that. Even if I'm anonymous I request you some stories you've already written and I am thankful for you writing them. 😊❤️

Yess!!! Here it is, thank you for your request, and I'm glad to read that you liked the first part :)))) I hope you like this one and sorry about the language mistakes!!!

That night full of love

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI, fluff, insecurities, Donna's POV

Word count: 6,497

Summary:  I needed it, (Y/N), I needed to love your body...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! This is a second part of this one, but you can read it by itself!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

I couldn't explain in words how I have felt these last few months. After my clumsiness was about to push you away from me, I achieved the opposite.

“Let's try to love each other,” you said that afternoon when your patience was overwhelmed by my clumsy desire to have you next to me, to be close to you.

I said yes, you kissed me, I kissed you.

Thus began a time in my life that I could describe. Your kisses, your words, your smiles... Everything overwhelmed me. I felt like I was dreaming in some way, that you couldn't feel that way, that I would lose my mind seeing myself incapable of having you. But no dream could compare to the reality of your body close to mine, the warmth of your hugs, your eternal patience.

I know that to deal with me was not easy, that your attempt to love me would be like a test, an exercise in blind trust in which I was your goal, in which you were my goal.

I tried to control myself, to have the voices in my head tell me that everything was fine, that you were sincere when you smiled at me, when you kissed me. I almost had no doubts anymore. The darkness of my thoughts and my wounded conscience disappeared with your light, with your presence. You were my protector, my friend, my lover. And you were mine.

With you, a dull task like cleaning or cooking became the only moments in which I could truly smile, in a different kind of time, slower, more intense. Waking up next to you, with you hugging my waist, was the only thing I was looking for when I slept. I no longer had to flee from my torments, because you were by my side to fight against them, to tell me that everything was fine, that you were with me.

Neither your kisses, nor your smile, nor your hugs were comparable to the feeling of having you close, to the feeling of having a protective angel just for me. Not even Mother Miranda caused those sensations in me.

You were the shield that protected me from myself.

Although love was always unnecessary for me, recognizing that there was no more pleasant, happier feeling cost me many sleepless nights. Nights that, when I felt your warm body next to mine, when I saw you defenseless next to me, became the best of my life.

My trust wasn't free. I couldn't trust you even if you begged me to. Maybe you were tricking me. Maybe I had fallen into your trap and couldn't get out. I didn't care, (Y/N), you could have defeated me, made me disappear. I wasn't going to stop you, I couldn't stop you. Being in your spider web was much better than being alone, even if at some point I got careless and you were going to devour me. Devour me and I will have died happy.

“Oh, how romantic...” You sighed, blinking quickly and holding a book to your chest.

I wish I could have been honest and told you that I never read when I was next to you, I just looked at you, I just enjoyed the calm that your expression conveyed to me, I just enjoyed watching you breathe, knowing that you were really by my side, that you trusted me, that my darkness would not make you think that you were also my prey, that one day I was going to devour you.

You closed your eyes and smiled, leaving the book on the table and lying down next to me on the couch. The smile was already inevitable for me. Every time you showed yourself tangible, that you affirmed that you were not just a dream, my heart beat strongly.

“Have you finished?” I asked, letting my hand travel to your head as you leaned back even more, leaning on my lap and looking at me from there, with a smile. You nodded, taking my hand and kissing it elegantly.

“Yes,” you said amused, settling on top of me causing strange nerves to begin to cloud my mind.

“Are you sleepy?” I asked, moving my thoughts away from strange ideas that had appeared to torment me for some time.

It seemed that even in the safety of your arms my mind could not calm down. Having you so close, kissing you, caressing you... All those sensations were increasingly unbearable for my fragile conscience. Something told me that it was no longer enough, that I wanted your kisses, your hugs, to last a little longer, just a little longer.

“Well, maybe a bit,” you said, yawning, without taking your eyes off mine, oblivious to the strange feelings that your head on my lap caused.

I smiled again, caressing your cheek and leaning down to kiss you. In my head I always counted the time that passed until your kisses became necessary for me. It was less and less time, my addiction to you only got worse, but I didn't stop it. I wanted to not be able to go a single minute without feeling your lips on mine.

“Then we should go to sleep...” I sighed, amused, with my caresses loving your skin.

“Yes, good idea,” you said, standing up and stretching your arms in a comical way. I wish I could also make you that same smile.

I walked with you into the eternal darkness of the bedroom. There was something, something different between you and me. I couldn't say what it was exactly, but it was making me nervous. Closing my eye tightly, and letting myself be guided by your protective hand, I dispelled the imminent outbreak of my madness. I never needed a reason to lose my temper, but on this occasion, something inside me told me to do it.

“Donna, are you okay?” You asked, opening the bedroom door and cupping my face in your hands, studying me cautiously. I nodded after fighting my demons, drowning them in the depth of your tender look, that look that said you weren't lying, that you loved me.

“Yes,” I said dryly, as if waking up from a dream, or a nightmare. I was nervous, very nervous, and I didn't know why.

“You know if something happens to you, I will always take care of you, right?” You said, not trusting my word. I didn't blame you for it. I can't blame you for it. I will never be able to change the things that embarrassed me, my problems. I could only think that one day they would be bearable for me, but also for you.

“I know,” I repeated again, looking away just as your lips kissed my corner. Those kisses that were so different, those kisses far from romance, linked with affection that told me that everything was fine... Those kisses were my favorites.

You nodded with a distrustful glint in your eyes. Again, I didn't blame you, you had to be suspicious, you had to sense that something wasn't right with me, and not even I knew what it was.

“Okay...” You whispered, that time kissing me on the lips, slowly, letting me get lost in the sensation. You were a true sorceress. You were able to calm me down only with your kisses. But with that night, not that night. “I'm going to change my clothes.”

You turned away from me, giving me one last look in case I was lying to you. You knew I was lying to you, right? You always knew everything.

You sat at the small dresser, freeing your silky hair from the ponytail you always tied it up in. That hairstyle sent contradictory sensations to my chest. You were still my maid, even though you barely looked like it, so that's why you tied your hair up? Or did you just like to wear it that way?

I suddenly realized that there were hundreds of things I still didn't know about you. I wanted to know them all.

As I became lost in thought, I became less and less aware of what was in front of me. When I blinked, your dress was gone, lost in the dust of the wood.

I swallowed involuntarily, my feet digging into the floor. The beauty of your body made me tremble. It made me stay still looking at you, observing the details of your exposed skin, wondering what was behind those two clothes that you still had on.

My breathing became noisy and my gaze was lost in your body, in your legs, in that spot you had under your collarbone. I couldn't stop looking at you. I didn't want to stop looking at you.

“Ugh, what a day,” you sighed, combing your hair, increasing my breathing with each of your movements. “First, the herbs from the garden…”

Your words entered my ears, but I couldn't process them. I was embarrassingly absorbed in your body.

I was only able to nod. Maybe it would have been better to look away, like I always did.

“Then, that damn pile of books in the office. Seriously, Donna, that office is a disaster. We should sort it out together, if we don't die buried by the huge amounts of dust, of course,” you whispered, amused. A pity that I still didn't listen to you.

“Uh-huh,” I said automatically, pretending that I heard your voice, that my mind couldn't imagine your body without a piece of clothing.

You were quiet for a moment, looking at me through the mirror. Your look was strange. Maybe you had realized it, or maybe you hadn't.

“And then I fought a basilisk. That damn snake... Surely if I didn't find the sword it would have devoured me before the phoenix was able to heal me,” you commented, to which I nodded again.

“Oh, sure, sure,” I said, blinking quickly.

“Donna!” You shouted, calling my attention, waking me up from that wonderful dream in which only your body existed, not your words, not the room, only you.

“What?” I asked shaking my head, noticing the heat of the blush on my cheeks.

“You weren't listening to me, were you?” You asked amused, making my embarrassment even greater.

“Of course I was listening to you,” I lied, hardening my gaze, repressing my feelings with the fabric of my dress.

“Were you? Let's see, let's see... What was the last thing I said?” You asked again, standing up, making my eye travel through the unknown corners of your body again.

“Yes... The phoenix ate the grass in the garden and the basilisk put the books in order,” I stammered, regretting it instantly, especially when I saw your arched eyebrow and your crossed arms, further framing the vision I had of your... Of your breasts.

“You were close,” you said with a funny face, approaching me. I had to make an effort not to back away.

You must have seen something in my eye, something that made your smile widen and change into one... A different one.

“Donna, Donna, Donna...” You sighed, hanging from my neck, making even more difficult for me to breathe. “Were you looking at me?”

“No, yes... I mean, was I looking at you?” I said nervously. Having you so close to me made me stupid.

“Come on, it's okay, do you like my body?” You asked in my ear, making me feel a chill, increasing the heat in my cheeks.

I couldn't lie to you. I nodded slowly, wishing at the same time that you would let me go and that you would never do it, ever.

“Mm, interesting,” you purred, rocking with you, with that strange gleam in your eyes. “Tell me something, how long have we been together?” You asked, lowering your hands to my waist, keeping me very close to you.

“Six...” I responded with a low, trembling voice, just like my body. “Six months and three days”

“Wow, you do have a memory,” you joked, amused by my response, but not giving me a break, kissing me slowly on the lips, increasing the heat that my body was beginning to feel.

“Just, just for the things that are important to me,” I said, wanting to reaffirm how indispensable you were to me. It wasn't romance, it was security, (Y/N), I was still afraid of losing you.

“Mm,” you murmured, nodding, raising your hands to my chest. “Would you like me to take off my clothes and...? I don't know, lie in bed?” You asked with a whisper, one that set off all my alarms.

“Oh, I... It's, wait...” I said pulling away, letting my hands hang in yours under your amused gaze. It wasn't anything to laugh at, (Y/N). Don't laugh at me or I won't be able to control myself. “That, that sounds good but... I just remembered that I have the fire in the tea, I mean, the tea in the kitchen, the kitchen burning and... I have, I have to...” I stammered pathetically, separating myself from you and running away from you.

I understood, (Y/N), I understood what you wanted to tell me, what you wanted to ask of me.

All these years of solitude did not keep me alien to the pleasures of the flesh. I knew they existed. Before having you close, I imagined that you were there, with me, hugging me, kissing me under the sheets. I'm still ashamed of having let my body speak for itself, that my hands caressed me to imitate, that I lost track of space and time while I touched myself, imagining that it was you.

Lust, desire, love... No matter what I called it, how I hid it when I moaned your name in absolute loneliness, when my body writhed with pleasure at its own touch, just imagining that it was you.

That was a thing of the past, my need to feel loved, desired, was camouflaged among the barrage of kisses and nervousness that I suffered when I had you so close. I had almost forgotten. I had forgotten what I imagined how it would be like to feel you... Inside of me.

“Cazzo!” I cursed, hitting a wall with my fist and sliding until I sat on the floor, embarrassed by my pathetic escape and by the desire to undress you, to make my fantasies come true.

A few wooden steps made things worse.

“Someone called me...” Angie's singing voice brought me out of my regrets.

“I haven't called you, Angie. Go away,” I protested, pushing the devilish puppet away.

I forgot that she was part of my conscience. I always forgot about it.

“Problems?” She asked, sitting next to me. I shook my head, pulling my knees up to my chest. “Don't answer, I know.”

I sighed and ran my hand over my sweaty forehead. Angie already knew it.

“What's wrong, my Donna?” She asked again, with that irritating tone, with the tone of my confused conscience. “Wouldn't you like to see (Y/N) naked?”

“Stai zitto,” I protested. “If you know, why do you ask?”

Angie laughed, walking over to my knees and leaning on them.

“Angie, I... I don't know if I can do it,” I confessed, relaxing a bit, wishing that part of my mind was more understanding and less psychotic.

“Why not? You want it and she wants it,” she said, with a tone softer than usual.

“Because I... I have never...” I stammered embarrassed by my ignorance, by the years of loneliness that made me seem completely naive. “I have never made love to anyone. It would only, only disappoint her.”

“Bullshit,” the doll said, giving me a nasty slap on the leg. “You want it, and you know it. You don't have to be ashamed.”

“What if I…?” I asked, being interrupted by wooden hands on my mouth. Angie, for the last time, don't do that.

“Oh, shut up now and stop complaining,” she said abruptly, pulling me up from the floor. I, reluctantly, obeyed. “Go in there and do your job properly. If you don't you will really disappoint her.”

“Disappoint her?” I asked shaking off the dust that stained my black dress. “How could I do it if I don't do anything?”

“Precisely doing nothing, silly Donna. Your gentlemanly and diabetic attitude is fine for a while, but someone like (Y/N) needs something else, and you should give it to her,” my own conscience scolded me.

I tried to find an argument against those words, but I couldn't.

“But, but, what do I do?” I asked, watching how the doll walked away from her, getting lost in the darkness. Angie shrugged, but she didn't turn to look at me.

“I don’t know. I've told you a thousand times that I'm just a doll,” she murmured, with a cocky step, leaving me alone again.

Angie was right, I had to do it, I wanted to do it, I wanted it.

I slowly walked back into the room, slowly opening the door, looking at the floor.

“Did you manage to put out the fire?” You asked amused, getting into bed. Your bare shoulders gave away that you had not dressed. The heat became unbearable again.

“Yes, no, I...” I stammered embarrassed. You laughed and patted the mattress while biting your lip.

“Come here, darling,” you whispered.

I nodded, not sure, but determined not to disappoint you. I didn't want you to think I was stupid, although you probably already did.

“Donna,” you said when I joined you under the covers. I looked at you confused and you simply nodded at the dress. “Won't you take it off?”

“Oh, I...” I said hurriedly, starting to undo the buttons, which I found terribly difficult since my hands didn't want to stop shaking.

“Hey...” You whispered, placing a hand on my wrist and running your thumb over my skin. “Relax, I'm not trying to pressure you, or make you do something you don't want to.”

Your words entered my ears fully, making my shoulders drop, letting out all my worries.

“I want to, (Y/N), but... But I don't know what... I can't,” I said trembling, feeling the heat of your skin in my hand, feeling the heat that radiated from your body.

“Hey, come on, everything's fine. Take off your dress and lie down with me,” you proposed, to which I, nodding and suppressing my desire to run away again, got out of bed and obeyed. “Don't worry, if you want I won't look at you.”

“No, I... No, it doesn't matter,” I said, taking out both sleeves, feeling the cold of the room in contrast to my hot skin.

I stayed like you, only with my underwear, with your gaze traveling over my body, my pale skin and the corners that until then were unknown to you.

“Come, my love,” You whispered again, while I, clumsy and trembling, crawled under the sheets, next to you. “I propose something to you, Donna,” you said with a more serious tone, cradling me in your arms. You knew how nervous I was, you always knew it. You always calmed me down.

I nodded, burying my head in your half-naked chest, feeling like I didn't want to separate, that I wanted to stay like this forever.

“Now we are going to... Spend some time together, okay? We're both here, in bed, we can kiss if you want...” You said, raising my chin so that I could look at you. Your eyes were always my downfall. “… And if you see that you like it and want to continue, well, I will be happy to do it. Is that okay with you, my love?”

I nodded again, pondering your proposal. You didn't want to put pressure on me, I know, but I couldn't help but feel that pressure, feel your rapid breathing.

“Well, then come here, lie down with me,” you said softly, moving away to stand next to me, holding my hand, playing with my fingers. I looked at you for a moment, before your body was even closer to mine, before your bare legs caught mine. A trap, you were going to devour me and I... I wanted you to do it.

Silent, subtle, skillful like a feline stalking its prey, you approached me, placing your lips on my cheek, leaving them there for a moment, calming the trembling of my body. The cold was no longer a problem, I was with you, your body protected me. Your kisses calmed me.

Your mouth traveled slowly across my face, until it met my lips, kissing me slowly, but with a different attitude. It wasn't a short kiss, one you gave me to show your love, no. Your tongue peeked out after a moment of peace, of tranquility, searching for mine. A wet and different kiss, a different longing, without the innocent promise that you will always stay with me. No, your intention was anything but innocent.

I responded, letting myself be carried away by the humidity of your lips, by the way you kissed my mouth lovingly, without wanting to leave it. My hands abandoned her stoicism, traveling slowly to your waist, pulling on it as I focused on your kisses. You smiled against my lips and I smiled back, catching them again, not wanting to let them go.

My breathing became unstable again and my hands reached your hair, caressing its softness as the humidity of our kisses increased more and more. I always said that our first kiss was the best of all, but those... Those movements of your lips on mine, the way your tongue caressed mine while your body moved to emphasize the desires of your lips, becoming a hot dance, one that clouded my conscience, one that made me stop and look into your eyes, searching in them for the answer that I was not able to verbalize.

“(Y/N)...” I whispered, seeing you climb on top of me, feeling your legs on both sides of your hips. You didn't let me speak. Your wet and warm kisses silenced my words. My hands hugged your back, pulling it towards me, wanting to have you on top of my body, with your heat calming the cold of my skin, just as your kisses calmed the emptiness of my heart.

I could feel your smile spreading across my mouth before your lips changed target, moving down my neck, making me gasp involuntarily. Like cruel torture, the tickling you did to me made me tremble, made me close my eye tightly, lose the cold, gain heat, much more heat.

“Are you comfortable, Donna?” You asked, separating yourself, brushing my hair out of my face so you could study my expression. I couldn't do anything else, I just shook my head.

“No, I...” I said, making you sit up, making the vision I had in front of me even worse. Your body on top of mine, your hips with mine. It was unbearable.

“Okay, honey, we can stop and...” You said softly, trying to abandon me. I didn't allow it. Don't you dare to abandon me, (Y/N)

“Wait, no, I didn't mean that,” I said, with a look of terror, with the horrible feeling of losing you closer than ever. “I want you to continue but…”

You nodded understandingly, taking my hand and squeezing it to give me strength, to try to get my feelings, my worries out.

“It's, it's my first time and... I'm a bit...” I confessed, avoiding your gaze, preventing you from judging me for being so stupid, for having declined a thousand times Alcina's offer to have a fun time with one of the maids.

 Maybe if I had done it, I wouldn't be so nervous at that moment, but I feel like also, I wouldn't be able to look at your face. I know you knew about my darkness, I know you feared me, but I also know that you don't think I'm like the rest of my siblings, and that may be one of the reasons for you to love me.

“Nervous, I understand, it's normal,” you said smiling, going down again to give me a quick kiss. “Relax, okay? I promise you that I will make you enjoy it.”

I nodded, kissing you again, wanting to feel that lascivious moisture on my lips. At least kissing you, I was incapable of feeling uncomfortable, of thinking about everything that was coming, about everything we would do.

“If you feel uncomfortable, I'll stop...” You whispered in my ear. I shook my head, not knowing if I was nodding or denying. I was confused, upset by my feelings, but I was clear about one thing. I wanted more of your kisses, more of your body.

The hugs joined the humidity of your kisses. My hands enjoyed the contact with your bare skin and protested when they found the fabric of your bra. You were always so observant... Laughing, you put your hand to the closure, freeing yourself from the garment, making my heart stop as I admired your bare chest.

“You are so beautiful,” I said, dazzled by the perfection of your body, feeling ashamed for wanting to caress you, for wanting that part of your body in my hands, in my mouth...

“You’re flattering me,” you whispered, throwing the bra far away from us, where it belonged.

Your body lowered again, your kisses returned to my lips. My already burning skin burned with your chest on mine. I wanted to feel you more. I needed to feel you more.

Again, as if you were a witch capable of reading my mind, your hands slipped to the closure of my own bra. You will never be able to have the same feeling as I do when looking at you. My body cannot compare to yours.

Without saying anything, just looking at me curiously, you bit your lip, running your hands along the sides of my torso, across my chest, without touching me in those places, respecting me in a way that I found unpleasant. I wanted your hands on me, I wanted you to hold me, to squeeze my breasts, to bring yours closer, I wanted to feel the heat of your naked body on mine. I needed it.

“My beautiful Donna...” You whispered, kissing my cheek, taking my hand to the place where shame prevented it from being, to one of your perfect breasts, cupping it with your help, making my body tremble again. “Touch me without fear…”

I obeyed, nodding, gasping at the heat that began to travel through my legs until it settled between them, a feeling that I knew, but that I didn't expect to feel with a person, with you.

The kisses became messy. My hands lost their shyness, passing over your breasts, wanting to memorize the feel of your skin, that skin that was always hidden from my gaze. You were so soft, so perfect...

You did the same, running your hands over my chest as your mouth trailed down to my collarbone, to my shoulders. As if you were oblivious to what I was experiencing with your body, you acted of your own free will, kissing one of my nipples, sucking it delicately, making the need to moan at the sensation too strong to contain.

The sound that came out of my mouth made you smile, continuing with your caresses becoming less and less shy, with your body beginning to move slowly against mine, with your hips causing the friction to send a terribly pleasurable sensation to my body.

I pulled your head so you returned to my mouth and you obeyed, kissing me in a much more intense way, moving your body, placing your leg between mine, making contact with my intimate area, causing me to moan, more sweat in my hands, more need for you.

“Do you like that, my love?” You asked, pressing more on your leg, knowing that I was going to nod in a messy way, wrapping my arms around you, scratching your back, causing a lustful gasp to come out of your mouth.

“Kiss me, please,” I asked you, moving my hips so that sensation was more intense. I had gotten carried away by lust and I didn't want to stop, I didn't want you to stop. Your kisses only served to hide the shameful pleasure that your leg were giving to my body.

You heard my prayers, moving your perfect leg aside, deepening my kisses, letting me deepen them as I cupped your face with my hands. Your neck was tempting to my lips, which soon gave in and succumbed to the need to taste your skin. You closed your eyes, enjoying my unusual lack of shyness as I showered you with my kisses along your neck, your collarbone, your chest.

With a push, followed by a gasp and a wicked smile, you pushed me against the mattress, stopping the path my lips took over your skin.

I looked at you curiously, but I didn't find anything that told me I had done something wrong, quite the opposite. You looked at my body, up and down, thinking what to do, what kind of wonder you would do next.

“Relax, Donna,” you asked me while you placed your lips on my neck again, while your hands went down to my legs, going up again, passing through every possible corner of my body.

I didn't respond, just gasped again when your kisses returned to my bare chest. They weren't going to stop there, not this time. Little by little, making sure that there was not a piece of skin left to worship, you continued lowering, circling my navel while your hands circled around my waist, hoping to meet your mouth, which was positioned dangerously close to the hem of my underwear.

“Donna,” you said, making me open my eye and have to look at you. I couldn't do it, (Y/N), seeing you kneeling like that made me nervous and... And anxious. “I want to make you feel good, do you agree?”

“What will you do me?” I asked worried when I felt the tips of your fingers inside the garment that separated me from nudity. I didn't want to sound worried or nervous, but I couldn't help it. The heat between my legs screamed to be relieved.

You smiled tenderly.

“Do you trust me?” You asked, rubbing my legs slowly, searching for the answer in my confused look.

“I trust you,” I said, nodding, noticing how my underwear masterfully yielded to your lustful hand, to your burning touch.

“Relax, you're shaking...” You said amused, rubbing my leg again while you got rid of that piece of clothing that seemed to bother you so much. Being naked, defenseless in front of you was a feeling that I didn't think was so good.

I felt free. I felt that I no longer had anything to hide, that there were no secrets for you. I was yours, you were mine. My whole body, my feelings, my craziness, my nightmares, my light and my darkness... Everything belonged to you, (Y/N).

I grabbed your hand involuntarily, relaxing my fearful instinct of failing, of doing something wrong. I just had to relax, that was the only thing you asked of me before your lips rested on my skin again, going down my belly more and more down.

When I felt you so close, my mouth begged for me to moan. Your lips went further, teasing my inner thigh, giving it small kisses while your hand moved up my leg, before sinking into me, kissing me where no one had ever kissed me, not even you.

I sighed to silence the flood of emotions I was feeling. You kissed me with affection, you adored that intimate part of my body. You did it without fear, wanting to love me, to show me your love with some precise caresses of your tongue.

I squeezed your hand tightly between the overwhelming sensation of your mouth on my wet folds, before the mastery of your kisses, knowing where to kiss me, imagining, exploring which of your actions was the one that made me moan the loudest.

My humidity embarrassed me, made me feel weak, desperate. You didn't seem to care how much I craved your body, how much my body begged for yours. You seemed to enjoy it, almost as much as I did.

With your hot tongue you surrounded my clit, that very sensitive part of my body. You knew how to take care of me, you knew how to be patient, enjoy my hot body, you knew when to suck, when to lick, when to kiss.

But there was nothing compared to your moans reverberating on my wet skin, to your eyes looking at me from a distance, studying my moans, the gestures that my body made, bending over with pleasure, wanting your face not to be separated from it.

At that moment I could no longer feel my shame, only your kisses, only your wet tongue mixing with my arousal, surrounding my entrance before withdrawing, making my hips protest with erratic movements.

“Shhh, calm down,” you said whispering, climbing up my body, caressing my cheek before sinking into my lips. “I'm not going to abandon you.”

Feeling my own taste in your mouth, my arousal running through your lips as it mixed with my saliva, was so overwhelming that I felt like my walls were contracting, like my body was desperately demanding yours.

“Can I touch you?” You asked delicately, lowering your hand down my belly, caressing the wet part that your mouth had left.

“Please,” I said with my eye closed, with the image I had seen just a few moments ago: your head between my legs, worshiping my body, showing me your love.

You nodded, kissing me again, your hand exploring my wetness, playing, pressing lightly on my most sensitive part, making moaning no longer a problem for me.

My neck, my chest, everything was covered with your kisses while your hand concentrated on sending electrical currents to my nervous system, playing at my entrance, cupping my sex with the palm of your hand and rubbing it carefully before bringing a finger towards there, before gently introducing it inside of me.

“I'm not hurting you, right?” You asked affectionately, studying my gestures when your finger was completely inside of me, caressing my walls, feeling how my body hugged it desperately.

“No, no... More, I want more, please,” I said embarrassed, looking away and looking for her hand to squeeze it again. I needed more, (Y/N). I was desperate for your touch.

Obeying my wet and confusing wishes, you inserted another finger, causing my back to curve, giving my inexperienced body time to adjust to your movements. I didn’t even notice that pain that everyone talked about in the books. No, I had sinned before, with myself.

You smiled as you watched my reaction, as you heard my moans when your hand moved masterfully on my body. You seasoned it with kisses, with moans for feeling so eager, so wet, so hungry for pleasure.

My hips kept the rhythm. You understood how I wanted it, how I needed it at every moment. The obscene sound of humidity, of your fingers moving inside of me was only interrupted by the collision of our lips, by the intense moans coming out of our mouths.

The pleasure became unbearable for me. My hips couldn't move any faster, your fingers couldn't feel better. I felt like I was going to explode, that I would burst out with a desperate scream.

That same thing soon happened, causing my back to hunch and my walls to shrink to keep you in the place they needed. Emotion took control of my actions, grabbing your face and kissing you fiercely, demonstrating without words how good you had made me feel.

You didn't say anything, you just smiled satisfied. But no, I couldn't let that end.

“I want to touch you, (Y/N). I want to make you feel the same way.”

You nodded, taking my place on the bed.

I couldn't say how much time passed, how much time I was exploring you, letting myself be guided by your hand in the most mysterious places of your body. With your help, I managed to repeat your actions, probably in an embarrassingly clumsy manner.

None of that mattered to you, not even after your own release, after which you joined your moisture with mine, making me feel more pleasure, making me notice your body so close to mine that I thought it would merge with it.

I fell into bed, exhausted, naked next to you, letting your arms provide me with the comfort I needed. I couldn't open my eye, I didn't want to. Sleep and fatigue, along with the shame of having lost my innocence, made me fall asleep too quickly, embarrassingly quickly.

“Donna, it's daytime...” Your voice woke me up from a non-existent dream, one that I couldn't remember. The sensations you made me experience overshadowed even my most terrible nightmares. I grunted, opening my eye slowly.

When I tried to move my body emitted a mild pain to my joints. It had been an incredible night, but my entire body was sore. You must have seen my wince of pain and you sat on the bed, confused, caressing my cheek.

“My love, are you okay?” you asked. I nodded, making an effort to sit up. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” I said abruptly, deflecting any shadow of your suspicion. You backed away, blinking rapidly.

“Okay...” You said amused, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. “Cover yourself up, Donna. You're going to get cold.”

With a gentle movement, you covered my naked body with the sheets, accommodating yours against it and holding my hand, looking at me with admiration, with love, with true love.

“(Y/N)” I said, looking at your hand in mine, our fingers intertwined. You nodded with a smile, not wanting to interrupt what you knew was something important. "What we did last night... I... I want, I want to tell you that...” I stammered, searching for the words in my mind. “…I want to tell you that I enjoyed every second of it.”

“Did you?” You asked curiously, widening your smile.

“Yes, I...” I said blushing unable to tell you how good it felt to make love for the first time, to do it with you, with the woman of my life.

“Donna, listen to me,” you said, interrupting my ramblings. “I want you to know something”

I looked at you expectantly.

“I love you, Donna, I love you with all my soul, I love you from the depths of my heart,” you whispered before kissing me again. I couldn't help but blush, I couldn't help it.

“I love you, (Y/N)... I will always love you…”