#can be like pulling teeth for me smh

[gloomyshoujo]

God, I'm such a fake fan. I've been sooo in love with Monogatari's animation and cinematography for YEARS, and still haven't watched it.x_x I've also been in love with Sayonara Zetsubou-Sensei's art direction and ost for just as long, and STILL haven't watched it. I feel so bad, but I'm genuinely the slowest fuck to actually watch something.

I usually watch something very spontaneously. Like, I'll have a sudden feral urge to watch something for some reason and either barely get through ep 1 or watch the entire series within a week.

The kicker is that I can't choose the series, it chooses me. If I see a particular clip/gif that day, and it just does some sort of tism magic on my brain, I'll DROP what I'm doing immediately to go watch lmfaoooo.

Anyways, here's to me praying I'll get to it one day.u.u

[chaotictomtom]

trying to check out to see if i'll ever manage to get top surgery this year and. let's just say i thought the delay would be bigger but. the price is still always such a big ass problem i kinda wanna bash my head against a wall but. anyway

[aeralux]

"Freak On a Leash" - Aemond Targaryen

Modern!Aemond x Reader

Summary: So what if you're fucking the weird dude? He has good dick game. But how were you supposed to know he gets attached easily?

Warnings: SMUT (18+); (pretty rough) car sex; oral (f!receiving); name calling (slut, whore etc); dark!Aemond near the end; hair pulling; choking; ass slapping; mentions of violence and blood

Words: 5.5k

Notes: No description of the reader. This was just going to be porn without a plot... but ofc I had to add some plot smh. This isn't dark dark, but it does contain some of the elements of it so... do not read it if you are not comfortable with that

𐔌 . ⋮ aera .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

He was weird, unsettling, and genuinely offputting. That's why your friends were baffled to know that you were fucking him multiple times a week, in the backseat of his car, no less. "He has good dick," you tried to tell them, saying it was worth it. But your words fell on deaf ears as none of them understood. Why him?

With long hair dyed black with a cheap store colour and a run-down 2005 Volvo S40, he didn't seem the kind of guy who could fuck a girl until her throat was raw. But��you knew the truth. That's why you kept coming back, time after time.

So it was no surprise that, once again, you found yourself in his lap. In the backseat of his car, kissing and moaning, his hard cock pressing into your aching core.

"Blood?" You ask as you taste copper on your tongue when kissing his jaw. 

"Don't act like you don't find that hot," he grunted, a smug expression on his face. It's probably because whoever he fought, lost.

You smiled playfully, your lips brushing against his once more, caught in a moment where admitting he was right felt like submitting. The warmth between you grew, leaving just the two of you.

He tangled his fingers in your hair for a second before shifting his attention downward, fumbling with the delicate fabric of your flimsy top. The skin-tight shirt clung to your curves, resisting his attempts as if it had a will of its own. Frustration flickered across his face, but it was quickly replaced by determination as he continued to work his way around the stubborn material.

"Just rip it open for fuck's sake," you groan as he fumbles with your skin-tight white top. Your hips instinctively roll on top of his, ruining your cute white cotton panties with your juices.

Aemond groans deeply at your words. With a quick, decisive motion, he rips the fabric open, the sound of the tear deafening. Your black lacy bra is revealed, the delicate lace a stark contrast to his rough, calloused hands as they cup your breasts.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he growls, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples through the thin lace. "Gonna fucking wreck you."

He leans in, his hot mouth latching onto one nipple through the bra as his other hand slides down to rub your clit through your soaked panties. He groans against your skin at the wetness he finds there, the sound vibrating through you.

Oh gods, you are so fucking wet for him. You can feel your arousal soaking through the thin cotton, staining it with your desperation. You grind harder against the rigid bulge straining against his jeans, needing more friction, and more contact.

"So fucking wet for me already," he murmurs, his fingers pushing the fabric aside to delve between your folds. "Gonna make you come so hard."

You roll your hips harder against Aemond's bulge, your clit throbbing with every grind. Your skirt hangs loosely around your waist, resembling more of a belt.

"Fuck, these songs suck ass," you grumbled, reaching for Aemond's phone and scrolling through his playlists until you find something more to your liking. The change in music elicits a growl from Aemond, but you just smirk and lean in close, your lips brushing his jaw. The bass line of Rob Zombie's "Dragula" thumps through the car, a perfect complement to the nasty thoughts running through your mind.

"Okay, now you can fuck me," you giggle, your teeth grazing his skin before you soothe the sting with your tongue. You can taste the salt of his sweat, the copper tang of blood - a reminder of the fight he must have been in. Your curiosity gets the better of you.

"Who the fuck did you fight this time?" You ask, your voice low and husky with desire. But even as you speak, your focus is on the delicious friction between your legs, the way Aemond's hard length rubs against your aching core with every roll of your hips.

"Fucking some new guy, thought he could take me," Aemond growls, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he grinds up against you. "Taught him a lesson real quick."

He leans in, his teeth nipping at your earlobe as he speaks. "He won't be coming back anytime soon. Not after the way I shattered his ribs." His fingers dig into your hips, pulling you down harder onto his cock.

"Now, quit talking and start begging for it," he commands, his voice a low rumble in your ear. He places a few light smacks on your cheek, making you smile at the lewd actions.

You shake your head, a wide smile spreading across your face as your eyes lose focus. The depravity of the situation, the dingy car, the smell of sweat and sex, it all makes you even wetter. You can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs.

"You know I don't beg," you whisper, your lips brushing against his earlobe as you suck on it gently. Your teeth graze the sensitive skin, making him groan.

Aemond's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. He sounds almost angry as he growls, "You'd better fucking start, or I'll stop right here."

"Fuck," you whimper as his bulge nudges against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. Your brows furrow, your eyes squeezed shut as you grind down harder, seeking more of that delicious friction.

To emphasize his point, he stills his hips, denying you the friction you crave. His other hand moves from your breast to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.

"Please, Aemond," you moan, your voice breaking with need. "Fuck me. Use me. Make me forget everything but your cock inside me."

Aemond's eyes darken with lust at your words, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "That's more like it," he purrs, his grip on your throat relaxing just slightly. He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing kiss.

"Gonna fucking ruin you," he promises, his free hand moving down to grip your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh. He pulls you down hard, grinding his clothed cock against your aching cunt.

"Gonna make you scream for me," he growls, his other hand moving from your throat to tangle in your hair. He yanks your head back, exposing your neck to his hungry mouth. He latches on, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, his teeth grazing your skin.

His hips are moving now, grinding up against you in a filthy rhythm. The rough denim of his jeans rubs against your sensitive clit. You can feel the heat of him through the fabric, the hard length of his cock straining against his zipper.

You moan sluttily, desperate, shameless noises filling his car. You're too far gone to care about your pride. Impatiently, you tug the cups of your bra down, exposing your hardened nipples to the cool air. They're almost painfully sensitive, aching to be sucked.

"Suck," you command, your voice low and demanding. You arch your back, offering your breasts to him like a sacrificial lamb.

Aemond's eyes darken at your demand, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Oh, so you think you're in charge here, do you?" he growls, his hand fisting in your hair, yanking your head back.

You gasp at the sharp pain, your eyes watering. "I think you need to be put in your place, slut," he sneers, his other hand roughly palming your breast.

He leans in, his hot breath ghosting over your exposed nipple. "Beg for it," he commands, his voice low and dangerous.

You swallow hard, your pride fading due to your desperate need. "Please," you whimper, your voice small and needy. "Suck my tits, I need it so bad."

Aemond chuckles darkly, his teeth grazing your nipple. "That's more like it," he growls before his mouth envelops the sensitive bud.

You cry out, your back arching as he suckles hard, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. The pleasure is intense, bordering on pain, and you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

"Fuck, that feels so good," you moan, your hand moving to the back of his head, trying to push him closer. But he pulls away, shaking his head.

"Hands off," he commands, his eyes flashing with anger. "You don't get to tell me what to do."

You whimper, your hand falling away. "Sorry," you whisper, your cheeks flushing with shame.

Aemond just smirks, his hand moving to your other breast, roughly squeezing the soft flesh. "Good girl," he purrs, before diving back in, his mouth hot and wet on your aching nipple.

You moan, your eyes fluttering closed as you lose yourself in the sensation.

"Fuck, you taste good," he growls against your skin, his hand moving to pinch and roll your other nipple between his fingers. The dual sensations make you cry out, your back arching as you press yourself further into his touch.

He releases your nipple with a wet pop, blowing cool air over the damp flesh. You whimper at the loss, your body craving more of his touch. "That's better," he says, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "You know your place."

Aemond's hand moves from your hair to your throat again, squeezing just enough to make you gasp for air. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you senseless?"

Your heart races, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Aemond's hand tightens around your throat. The lack of oxygen only adds to the haze of lust clouding your mind. You nod frantically, your eyes wide and pleading.

"Yes, yes, I'll be good," you whimper, your voice barely above a whisper.

Aemond's lips curve into a wicked grin against your skin, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "Fuck, you're so desperate for it, aren't you?" he growls, his hand releasing your throat to grip your hip, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise.

He grinds up against you, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against your aching clit. The friction is delicious, but not nearly enough. You need more. You need him inside you, stretching you, filling you.

"Yes, fuck yes, I'm desperate for it," you pant, your voice barely above a whisper. "I need you inside me, Aemond. I love it when you use me."

Aemond chuckles darkly, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. "Fuck, you're such a dirty little slut," he growls, his hand releasing your throat to grip your hair instead. He yanks your head back, exposing your neck to his hungry mouth.

"Gonna fucking ruin you," he promises, his teeth grazing your skin. "Gonna make you scream for me."

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groans. He yanks your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark with lust, filled with the depravity to come.

"Gonna fuck you so hard, you'll be feeling it for days," he promises, his hand moving from your hair to grip your throat again. He squeezes, cutting off your air supply just for a moment before releasing.

You gasp, your lungs burning for oxygen. But even then you still smile at him, biting your lip.

Aemond's eyes darken at the sight, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Fuck, you're perfect," he growls, his hand releasing your throat to grip your ass hard enough to bruise. "A sight for sore eyes," he smirks, looking into your glossy eyes.

"Shit, I need to eat you out first," he groans, his jeans pressing down painfully on his throbbing cock.

He slides off the seat, kneeling between your legs as he slides your panties to the side impatiently. The scent of your arousal is thick in the air, making his cock throb with need. The cool air hits your aching cunt, making you shiver.

"Fuck, you smell incredible," he growls, his hot breath ghosting over your slick folds. He leans in, his tongue darting out to lap at your clit, making you cry out.

He groans at the taste of you, his tongue delving deeper, licking through your folds and fucking into your entrance. He eats you out like a man starved, his tongue moving in and out, his lips sucking on your clit.

His fingers delving between your folds. He brings them up to your lips, pressing them against your mouth. "Taste how fucking desperate you are for me."

You open your mouth obediently, sucking his fingers into your mouth. The taste of your arousal explodes on your tongue, musky and sweet. You moan around his fingers, your tongue licking and sucking, cleaning them of your juices.

Aemond's eyes darken with lust as he watches you suck his fingers clean, your tongue swirling around the digits. He growls low in his throat, his free hand moving to grip your breast, squeezing the soft flesh roughly.

"Fuck, you're so hot like this," he growls, his fingers popping out of your mouth.

He gets back up, leaving you unsatisfied and annoyed.

He grabs your hair, forcing your head back and making you look up at him. His eyes are dark with lust, his jaw clenched as he battles for control.

"Strip," he commands, his voice low and dangerous. "I want you fucking naked, now."

You scramble to obey, yanking your bra off, your breasts bouncing free, nipples hard and aching for his touch. Your miniskirt and panties are next, puddled on the floor of the car, leaving you bare and exposed.

"Shit, you look so good," Aemond growls, his eyes raking over your naked form. "I almost don't even want to ruin you... almost"

He flips you on your hands and knees, pushing your head down, forcing your ass in the air, holes completely exposed to him. He yanks you forward, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "Brace yourself, slut," he growls, grinding his clothed cock against your bare pussy. "Gonna fucking wreck you." 

You crane your neck to look back at Aemond, a scoff leaving your lips. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," you mock, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

His eyes darken at your words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Oh, I'll take more than just a picture, baby," he promises, his hand coming down on your ass in a sharp smack.

You gasp at the sting, your pussy clenching in anticipation. "Promises, promises," you taunt, wiggling your ass invitingly. "You talk a big game, but I bet you can't even get it half hard."

Aemond's grip on your hips tightens, his nails digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks. "Fuck, you're so goddamn cocky," he snarls. "Gonna shut that smart mouth of yours."

You moan at the contact, your head falling forward as you push your ass back against him. "Big talk, dickhead," you pant, your voice breathy with need. "Let's see what you've got."

Aemond responds to your taunts with a sharp smack to your ass, the sound echoing in the confined space of the car. "Fuck, you're asking for it," he growls, his hand coming down again, harder this time.

You gasp, your ass jiggling from the impact. "Shit, you're making a mess of me," you whine, wiggling your hips. Your pussy is throbbing, aching to be filled.

"That's the idea, slut," Aemond grunts, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass cheeks. He spreads them apart, exposing your tight holes to his hungry gaze. "Gonna fucking wreck this tight little ass."

His hands move to his zipper, slowly dragging it down. The sound of the metal seems obscenely loud in the confined space of the car.

He pushes his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock, the thick shaft springing up, hard and ready. The head is already slick with precum, the veins along the length pulsing with his heartbeat.

He spits in his palm, rubbing his saliva over his cock, giving it some lubrication. Then he's pressing the tip against your drooling hole, the rough denim of his jeans scraping against your sensitive skin.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight," he groans, pushing forward, the head of his cock breaching your hole. You cry out, the stretch intense, bordering on pain.

"Relax, slut," he commands, his hand coming down on your ass again. "Take that fucking cock like a good whore."

He starts to move, his hips rocking back and forth, inch by inch of his thick shaft sinking into your tight heat. Your walls clench around him, trying to adjust to the intrusion, but he doesn't give you time.

He starts fucking you in earnest, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock deeper with each thrust. The car rocks with the force of his movements, the seat creaking beneath you.

"Fuck, you take it so well," he pants, his hand moving from your ass to grip your hip, holding you in place as he fucks into you. "Gonna fucking ruin this tight ass."

You moan, your hands gripping the seat, nails digging into the cracked leather. The pain in your ass mixes with the pleasure, making your head spin.

"Harder," you beg, pushing your hips back to meet his, desperate for more. "Fuck me harder, shit."

Your juices drip down your thighs, pooling on the leather seat below as Aemond pounds into you.

Your hands grip the seat, nails digging into the cracked leather as you brace yourself for the onslaught. Aemond's hands are everywhere - gripping your hips, squeezing your ass, tugging at your hair. He uses you like a rag doll, fucking you with an animalistic need.

Aemond grunts, his grip on your hips tightening as he complies with your demand. "Fuck, you want it hard, slut?" he growls, his voice strained with effort. "Gonna fucking give it to you."

He pulls nearly all the way out, leaving just the tip inside your stretched hole. Then he slams back in, his hips connecting with your ass with a sharp smack. He sets a brutal pace, fucking into you recklessly, the car swaying with his thrusts.

"Shit, you're so fucking tight," he pants, sweat dripping down his face, his messy black hair sticking to his skin.

You can only moan, your mouth hanging open as you gasp for air. Your breasts bounce with each powerful thrust, your nipples hard and aching for attention.

Aemond's hand moves from your hip to your breast, squeezing the soft flesh roughly. He pinches your nipple between his fingers, twisting and tugging, sending sparks of pain through your body.

"Fuck, your tits are perfect," he groans, his hand moving to your other breast, giving it the same treatment.

You whimper, your pussy clenching around his pistoning cock. The combination of pain and pleasure is overwhelming, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

You reach down, fingers finding your clit, rubbing in tight circles. The added stimulation makes you see stars, your back arching as you moan.

"Fuck, you're such a dirty girl," Aemond pants. "Getting off on being used like a fucking toy."

"Shit, I'm close," you pant, your nails digging into the leather seat and your fingers moving on your clit. "Don't stop, fuck, don't stop," you moan, your hips bucking back against him, seeking more friction. His fingers rub your clit in tight circles, the pressure building with each stroke.

He pulls your hair, forcing your back to arch, your ass pushing back against him. The new angle allows him to go even deeper, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes you see stars.

"That's it, take it all you little slut," he pants, his hand moving from your tit to your clit, replacing your hand, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight circles.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," you whimper, your body tensing. "Please, Aemond, please."

"Do it," he commands, his fingers moving faster on your clit. "Come for me like the good little whore you are."

With a cry, you shatter, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your pussy clenches around his cock, your walls rippling along his shaft.

Aemond groans, his hips stuttering as your orgasm milks his cock. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he growls, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Where do you want me to spill?"

Your body convulses as the intense orgasm rips through you, your vision blurring and stars bursting behind your eyelids. "On my ass, fuck!" You cry out, the words torn from your throat. "Cum all over my ass!"

You arch your back, pushing your hips against Aemond's, desperate for more. Your pussy clenches around his cock, milking him.

You can feel his grip on your hips tighten, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his release. The sound of your skin slapping together fills the car, mixed with your heavy breathing and moans of pleasure.

Aemond's cock throbs inside you, his thrusts becoming more erratic as your pussy milks him. He growls low in his throat, his hand fisting in your hair, yanking your head back.

"Fuck, gonna paint your ass white," he pants, his hips slamming against your ass with bruising force.

He pulls out abruptly, his cock slipping from your clenching hole with a wet sound. You whimper at the loss, your pussy aching to be filled again.

Aemond's hand comes down on your ass in a sharp smack, the sting making you gasp. "Present yourself," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "Wanna see you take my load like a good little whore."

You arch your back even more, spreading your thighs as far as you can in the limited space. Your spasming holes are on full display for his hungry gaze.

Aemond kneels behind you, his cock in his hand, stroking it with quick, rough motions. "Fuck, you're such a good little girl," he pants, his eyes dark with lust as they roam over your body. "Too bad you're such a filthy slut."

He starts to come, his cock jerking in his hand as thick ropes of cum splatter across your ass and pussy. You moan, your fingers dipping between your folds to gather some of his cum, bringing it to your mouth.

"Fuck, look at you," Aemond groans, his hand still working his shaft, milking out every last drop. "Eating my cum like the dirty whore you are."

He collapses next to you on the seat, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. He reaches out, his fingers tangling in your hair, tugging your head back to look at him.

"You're fucking perfect," he growls, his eyes intense as they bore into yours. "Mine."

"Mhm," you hum, collapsing onto Aemond's chest, your body spent and sated. The car reeks of sex and sweat, your combined releases staining the seats. It's filthy and sinful, turning you on.

Aemond's arms wrap around you, pulling you close as he strokes your hair. You nuzzle into his neck, breathing in his scent, a mix of cologne and sex.

"That was intense," you murmur, your voice low and breathy. "You really know how to fuck a girl stupid."

Aemond chuckles, his chest rumbling beneath you. "Fucking right I do," he boasts, his fingers tangling in your hair. "You're a damn good lay, too. Always so fucking eager for my cock."

He tugs on your hair, forcing your head back to look at him. His eyes are dark, filled with lust and possessiveness. "You're mine," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "This tight little body belongs to me."

"Such a good girl," he praises, his other hand cupping your cheek, thumb brushing over your swollen lips. "Gonna keep you."

You smile against his fingers, a wicked gleam in your eyes. "Keep me for what?" you tease. "You're not my man. I'm not your's to keep," you whisper, feeling an ache in your heart for some reason.

Aemond's eyes flash with a dangerous light, his grip on your chin tightening as he yanks your face closer to his.

His grip on your chin tightened. "The fuck I'm not," he growls, his voice low and menacing. "I've had you more times than I can count. I know every inch of this body, every fucking sound you make when I'm buried inside you."

He shifts, his face mere inches from yours, his breath hot against your lips. "You're mine, whether you admit it or not."

His other hand slides down your body, fingers dipping between your thighs to gather the cum leaking from your abused hole. He brings it to your lips, smearing it across them.

"Look at you, so fucking dirty, so desperate for my cum. You can pretend all you want, but deep down, you know you belong to me."

He crashes his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth, claiming you with a ferocity that steals your breath.

When he pulls back, you're panting, your lips swollen and tingling. "You're mine," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. "And I'm never letting you go."

His words send a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and something else, something you're not quite ready to name.You press your forehead against his, your eyes fluttering closed as you try to steady your breathing.

"I don't belong to anyone," you whisper, but there's no conviction in your voice. "We're just fucking, Aemond. Don't make it more than it is."

Aemond's eyes darken, a flash of anger crossing his face before it's quickly replaced with a predatory smirk. "Just fucking?" he repeats, his voice low and dangerous. "Is that what you think this is?"

He sits up, pulling you with him so you're straddling his lap. His hands grip your hips, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he holds you in place.

"We've been doing this for months, baby," he reminds you, his voice rough. "You think I don't know the difference between a quick fuck and what we have?"

He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "I know every inch of this body, every fucking sound you make, every way you tremble and writhe when I'm inside you."

"Stop fighting it," he growls, his eyes boring into yours. "You might tell your friends that this means nothing to you, that you think I'm some creepy guy you fuck. Yet you still keep coming back.."

Your breath catches in your throat, his words sending a shiver down your spine. How does he know? You've never told him those things. You shake your head, a strand of hair falling across your face. "No, I've never said that," you whisper, your voice trembling. "I swear."

You try to pull away, but his grip on your hips tightens, holding you in place. His eyes bore into yours, dark and intense, searching for any sign of deceit. "I wouldn't say those things about you," you insist. "I don't think you're weird."

Aemond's eyes narrow, his grip on your hips tightening until it almost hurts. "Don't lie to me," he growls, his voice low and menacing. "I know you talk shit about me to your friends. I know you think I'm some kind of freak."

He leans in, his breath hot against your cheek. "But you keep coming back, don't you? You keep spreading your legs for me, begging me to fuck you like the desperate little slut you are."

His hand moves from your hip to your throat, his thumb brushing over your pulse point. "You can't resist me, can you? No matter how much you try to pretend, your body knows who it belongs to."

He squeezes your throat, not enough to cut off your air, but enough to make your heart race. "I've heard you, baby," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. "I've heard you call me a freak, a deviant. But you still come back, letting me use your tight little body for my pleasure."

Your cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment as Aemond's words sink in. You try to pull away from his grip, your naked bodies still intertwined, but his hold is too strong. "Yes, fine. I have said those things about you," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

You search his eyes, trying to find the right words. "Aemond, you fight people. You're dangerous." You say it with a seriousness that misrepresents the thrill that runs through you at the very thought. It's the danger that makes him so appealing.

You sigh, your fingers caressing his face, tracing the strong lines of his jaw. "Must you have such an effect on me?" You mutter, before leaning in to kiss him.

Aemond's lips meet yours in a savage kiss, his tongue plundering your mouth with a fierce intensity. His grip on your throat tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he holds you in place.

When he finally pulls back, you're both breathing heavily, your lips swollen and stinging from the force of his kiss.

"You fuckin' love it," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "You love the danger, the thrill of being with a man who can break you."

"Admit it," he presses, his voice low and dangerous. "You get off on the fact that I could snap anyone's fucking neck with one hand."

Aemond's grip on your throat loosens, his thumb stroking your pulse point in a surprisingly tender gesture.

"Would you ever hurt me?" You whisper, your breath hot on his lips, your faces mere inches apart. A flicker of fear in your eyes, but it's quickly overshadowed by the desire burning within you. You search his gaze, looking for any sign of malice, any hint of danger. But all you see is raw, primal hunger.

Your fingers trace the lines of his jaw. He's so close. It's intoxicating and terrifying at once. You have seen him fight, seen the way he's hurt others with minimal effort. He could break you, shatter you into a million pieces if he wanted to.

Aemond's eyes soften for a moment, a rare vulnerability flickering in their depths. "You think I'd hurt you?" he asks, his voice low and rough. "Baby, I'd die before I let anyone lay a finger on you."

He leans in, pressing his forehead against yours. "You're mine," he growls, his voice fierce with possessiveness. "And I protect what's mine."

His hand slides from your throat to your cheek, cupping your face gently. "I may be aggressive, but I'm not a pig," he murmurs, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. "I'd never hurt you, not like that."

"But make no mistake," he whispers, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll hurt anyone who tries to take you from me."

You bite his thumb lightly as he speaks, his possessive demeanour sending a jolt of electricity through you. "Anyone who would hurt me?" You purr, leaning into his touch like a small lamb. His words ignite a fire deep within you, a primal desire to be owned, claimed, and protected.

You know you shouldn't give in to this, but you can't help yourself. The way he looks at you like you are the only woman in the world, it's intoxicating.

Aemond growls low in his throat, his eyes darkening with lust at the feel of your teeth on his skin. "That's right, baby," he purrs, his hand sliding from your cheek to the back of your neck, tangling in your hair. "You're mine, and I'll fucking kill anyone who tries to take you away from me."

Your breath hitches in your throat at Aemond's words, his dangerous claims sending a shiver down your spine. You meet his gaze, your eyes are wide and full of devotion, a vulnerability you rarely show to anyone.

He tugs you closer, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss. "I'll protect you," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "I'll cherish you. I'll fucking worship you."

Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. "I'm yours," you whisper, your voice trembling with desire. "Body and soul."

Aemond's eyes flash with fierce triumph at your words, a primal look of satisfaction spreading across his face. "That's right, you're fucking mine," he growls, tugging you closer and crushing his lips to yours in a searing kiss.

"Get dressed, pretty girl. I'm taking you to my place," he demands, leaving no room for argument.

Aemond's eyes blaze with desire as he watches you scramble to put on your clothes, your naked body still slick with his cum. He licks his lips, his cock already hardening again at the sight of you.

He helps you to the passenger seat, smirking. "Hope you don't mind a messy ride."

[rush-the-stars]

the beginning and end (and what binds them together)

part i: gone, gone

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18+ minors dni

pairing: vashwood x gender neutral!reader

wc: 1.4k smh

cw: omegaverse au, beta!vash that can switch sexes, alpha!wolfwood, omega!reader, reader referred to as "kid" and "kit" by wolfwood. mentions of heats/ruts.

a/n: idk. i want to write this idea i wish i had more time to really get into it. but alack, alas...take this drabble introducing the concept. let me know what you think or if you wanna see more..,.or if you just wanna noodle about this au..,i have many thoughts...

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Heat mounts on the inside of you, growing into a fever pitch—your skin feels too tight, too thick. Your breathing has become sharp and quick—hiccups of air your poor lungs are greedily trying to pull down. You're trying to hide this, keep it from becoming obvious that you're—

You're going into Heat.

Well, to those around you, you're trying to play it off as a Rut.

Because to them, you're an Alpha.

Wolfwood curses as he nears you, "Christ, you're gettin' worse by the minute. When was your last Rut?" He reaches out to touch the burning heat of your forehead and many instincts battle at once—

One, to lean in. To sigh and press yourself closer. Wolfwood, much to your absolute fury, does smell nice to you—it'd be easy to melt into his touch. It'd be easy to give in to his rough voice, his calloused hands. But that's what an Omega would do—and you're no Omega to him.

You growl low as his palm presses to your forehead, bends to feel your cheek. You bare teeth and his lips kick up into an amused smile. "Take it easy," He cajoles, tapping your cheek roughly (perhaps just to get a rise out of you), "I'm just trying to look out for you, kid."

Unfortunately, he's the bigger Alpha—you've already scrapped with him plenty. Gotten pinned and pressed, his weight on top of you, baring fangs. He's established whose in charge and, beyond that, that he's fond of you in some way.

He tries to ruffle your hair and you snap—shoving at him, but he easily overpowers you.

Wolfwood tosses his gaze to Vash now. He's been suspiciously silent. "And how're you, blondie? Getting a little hot under the collar, too?"

Vash swallows hard. His eyes have gone fever bright like a burning jewel, a falling star. He's a Beta, but because of your sudden spike in pheromones, it's possible he'll be entering his own Estrus soon. You're not exactly sure how it works beyond circumstance; Betas will take on whatever sex their body believes is most likely to procreate in the moment. They’re fluid and—

Dangerous for you now, if his body decides—

“Doing okay!” Vash chirps nervously. “Uh—maybe it’ll pass me? Wolfwood, you should keep your distance, too.”

“I’m staying by the kit.” Wolfwood agrees, suddenly throwing his arm around your shoulders and tucking you into his side. You fight the noise that almost escapes, being so surrounded by his scent; warm and spiced, musky and soft around the edges. Ah—

You see why Vash got nervous.

Wolfwood's scent is burnt around the edges, too strong. No doubt because he’s surrounding himself with an Omega’s scent and not—

Well you’re not a kit; not a young Alpha at all.

(Such an infuriating name, anyways. Childish and condescending.)

“Yeah but—“ Vash’s eyes bounce between the two of you, “You’re making their pheromones spike worse by irritating them and that’s,” he searches for the right words, “making it worse for me.”

Wolfwood’s brows lift. He glances at you, wrestled beneath his arm, “Kit’s gotta learn how to be around other Alphas like this, it’s good for a pack—good for others, too. It’s supposed to provide a buffer for you.”

In a pack, when there are no eligible Omegas or Betas, Alphas will endure their Ruts with other Alphas who can handle them—keep them in check. Their scent also dampens the Rutting Alpha’s—sort of keeps it from growing too strong. Wolfwood is, for all intents and purposes, being a good Alpha right now, attempting to shepherd you along while keeping Vash safe.

Vash looks at you now and you can see how nervous he is; you glance away sharply. Wolfwood is warm—too warm—and you’re starting to get a head rush, being this close to him. You’re fighting back a whine in the back of your throat, trying to hold down the ache in your body that is building and building and building.

A cramp rolls through you and your knees almost buckle with it.

“C-can I get water?” You finally pipe up, “I’m dying.” You almost whine. And this is—normal, for an Alpha.

“I’m feeling thirsty, too.” Vash agrees quickly.

Wolfwood huffs, finally dropping his hold on you, “I’ll go find some. Behave while I’m gone.” And as he saunters away, you finally release a hard breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

You need—you need to sit down. You stumble a little for it, for the edge of the bed in this motel at the corner of the world. Vash wipes at his brow. You feel his eyes more than you see them, feel them pressing into your shoulder blades, right in the center of your back.

“Doing okay, Vash?” You can’t help but snap a little, on guard.

He wanders nearer to you.

“Doing okay.” Vash repeats, softer this time. He settles gingerly on the edge of the bed, near you but not touching. Such a respectful distance away. And yet—

You catch his scent. Thistle and petrichor. Sunlight, so warm it melts on the tongue. Musky, far muskier than you were anticipating.

You shift—squirm. Another cramp twists in your lower back, your hips flexing with it.

“How are you doing?” He asks, so gentle that it makes your teeth grind.

“Fine.” You snap, waspish, and at least, in character for an Alpha.

Vash sighs though, a slow breath through his nose.

“We need to get you somewhere safe.”

You know but—technically—as an Alpha, you should be safe here. With Wolfwood. Vash is the one who everyone should be worried now.

“Wolfwood will handle it—“ You try and say.

Vash frowns, “Uh—right. And usually, I’d agree except—“ His eyes cut to you like a lightning bolt, searing and bright;

“I’m not going into Heat—I’m going into Rut.”

Your head jerks to him. You feel the world tilt, slide out from underneath you sharply, your stomach dropping with it. If Vash is going into Rut, that means—

Vash gives you wane, sympathetic look.

“That only happens if an Omega in Heat is near.” He says gently, quietly, as if he’s afraid to startle you.

Which means, he's figured you out.

And that also means, you’re about to go into Heat, with an Alpha, and a Beta on the cusp of Rut.

Your cover is blown, dashed all to pieces in an instant. All your hard-fought control and secrecy; all of your planning and carefully crafted existence, gone up in flames with a few, simple words. In this moment, you see your life—this life of yours that you fought for, tooth and nail, this independence you clawed for, you were forced to endure, gone like the wind through your fingers. Like your dreams in the early, soft parts of the morning.

You try to get up, maybe run, but Vash catches your wrist before you can get anywhere.

His touch is searing. For some reason, you always thought he'd be chilled. Maybe because he's a Plant, maybe because of his robotic limb. But he's warm, so warm that it startles you. When you look at him, you realize his face is flushed red, dusted along his cheeks.

"Don't run." He pleads, "It's not safe."

When Wolfwood appears again in the doorway, water in hand, you wrench your wrist from Vash's grasp.

"What's going on?" Wolfwood asks, and before you can shove past him, he snags your bicep. Firmer than Vash, yanking you back to him, "hey—slow down, kid. What happened?"

"I'm—uh, not going into Heat." Vash says sheepishly.

Wolfwood tears his eyes away from you to look at Vash for a moment, before returning to you. "Well—should make it easier, right?"

"No—" You shake your head, pressure behind your eyes building rapidly, suddenly there and aching. All you can think is—it's gone, all gone. Tears well up. You force your brow to furrow, force your anger to be a shield, and force that little glare to mar your features once more;

"Because I'm the one going into Heat."

Wolfwood's face rounds out with surprise. You lurch out of his grasp in a sudden, harsh move.

"Don't follow me!" You say.

And you slip from him like the wind through his fingers, like dreams in the early, soft part of the morning.

He reaches for you again, but you're already gone

[vibingandsimping]

Literally NOBODY asked me this in my inbox. Got tired of waiting, smh… So I wrote it. Consider this my community service. Halsin teaching an inexperienced reader how to give a handjob. That’s it.

EDIT: Getting back into posting and this is a wip I’ve been working on. I added a little more to it for some length but this will likely be all. Unless you all want to see this finished.

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Admittedly, you hadn’t expected to get this far. Nor did you have any clue what to do at this point. Things between you and Halsin had intensified in a short period of time. His passion as a whole was almost infectious. He gave you a sense of comfortability in your self. Always putting you at ease whenever he was in your company. Short pecks turned into long kisses. Fleeting touches into longer embraces… more intense touches. What was a make-out session now Halsin laying under you hard. The feeling of his hard length against the inner of your thigh enriched the pre-existing butterflies fluttering inside you. He trailed a hand down your side before kissing along your neck, earning a whine of pleasure. The intensity of flame between your thighs gradually increased with each touch. You needed to do something to alleviate this itch inside you. With a shaking breath- you spoke.

“Can I touch you, Halsin?” The words were timid. Nerves shook your voice and made you tense. The man-bear chuckled and slid his arms down your back to your waist. Sitting you upwards before he spoke himself.

“Of course, my dove. Let me teach you.” His large hands shifted his pants down his hips til his engorged erection bounced as it escaped it’s confines. It was intimidating, frankly. The tip red and swollen, along with the shaft reflecting a similar pink. He stared at you affectionately as you took in the sight of him. He understood- he was a large man. His fingers interlocked with yours and he raised your hand towards the head. With precarious movements, and a reaffirming look (which you mutually shared), he wrapped your fingers around it. It throbbed at your touch and felt impossibly hot. Like his groins were truly aflame. You did this all to him by yourself?

“Slide your hand down. Slowly, and work around the tip each time you go back up.” You nodded attentively and promptly followed his instructions. Te precum drizzled from his cock as you gently pulled the foreskin down. Of course he was uncut, as Astarion would say, this man is all about nature. Each jerk slowly worked it down slower before you had his full length exposed and reddened. His stomach tensed and released from the stimulating friction. Drawing his lip into his teeth.

“Good. Keep doing that…” He uttered firmly. His dominance enraged the fire inside you and you returned to stroking him with newfound vigor. ‘Shlicking’ up his length and back down. His precum dribbled onto your palm and aided your journey to helping him achieve orgasm. You studied his face and watched as each feature changed with your movements. His lip remained in his teeth- seemingly drawn tight. He reached a hand down to your hip and held you in place. Confidence bubbled to the surface with his motion. In turn, you began rubbing your thumb over his slit with each jerk.

“Holy. Gods, you’re such a minx. Mm, just like that.” He laughs out loud as he speaks. You can’t help but smile cheekily at his response. Even when being jerked off he was still Halsin. His stomach and thighs began to shake and his head tilted to the side. If you had to guess he seemed close. Already? You pondered mid-stroke. Hand working harder on his hard cock as the wet shlicks filled your ears. He began to softly moan in response to the rapid increase in pressure and pace. It was only a few minutes before he began to spurt his seed across your chest and hand. Growling out primally as he reached his climax. Hands holding your hips so firmly you were sure you’d bruise after. Halsin’s face squished in a look of ecstasy. Tinged with embarrassment. He flopped down after and released his harsh grasp.

“Apologies. I just find you so captivating that I couldn’t hold myself back. How about I return the favor, honey?” Yeah, that sounded nice.

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[spoilers below cut]

OH we technically guessed it right, we are getting an episode with 3 after all. Hell yeah! For that, friends, we each get an ice cream (gonna get myself some mint chocolate chip)

Now that we have our snack, let's enjoy the episode, shall we?

(the following is my live reaction:)

(god i love the intro so much, it makes my brain happy like :3 I'm telling you it's my Saturday morning cartoon)

YOOO are we getting more of 3 and Bob dynamic? oh HELL YEAH!

You gotta admit, we've been waiting for interesting character dynamics!! This was the ones I was on my list ever since the "No TV Make Mario No Okie Dokie" episode (but fr can they be money-loving besties? for me specifically?)

"sugar" right......

Well..... I mean, they are pretty valuable. Which ones were they? Someone pass me some thin mints

Bob: "And I took those cookies from you!" Why do I imagine 3 pulling the whole "taking candy from a baby" scenario and steal a wagon of those cookies from a Girl Scout? Either that or 3's scout leader for the SMG4 Kids, Girl Scout being gender neutral. Eh, probably the former, but could you imagine? *secretly writes this down*

Y'know it would be crazy if it was in the daycare and it was the kids

their lil brave march into the daycare, that really got a giggle out of me hehe

Bob: "These are dangerous guys." He's not wrong, they can be scary sometimes

the RETURN of Gooby4.... oh....

*WOTFI 2024 flashbacks* 😶 huh. (let's just move on, ok?)

(update: yeah don't think I didn't see 3 with the brainrot smh)

3: "I'M TOO YOUNG AND GORGEOUS TO DIE" PFFT HAHAHA that seriously got me, that's good ......wait. y'know how I said that 3 might be insecure about his self-image? huh. well, guess what's gonna be a new addition to the tier list :D

MEGGY?

ah, that makes sense 😊↕️ look at her, she looks so happy like :>

oh gurl, not that you would know but that's not what they meant /lh

YAY the M&M (sibling) duo is here! ofc he would be

"sugar rush" HAHAHA man they really do be saying some great lines this episode

oop that little bit of animation with 3, love that they sneak those lil bits in

welp, worst person you can have to teach about how "sharing is caring" haha (if anyone's going to bring up the endorsement usb, that didn't count, let's be clear on that)

wait, hang on, I got another bit of these:

writer Ink: "...And then the rat gang surround Bob and pull out their cheese swords." producer Ink: "Wow, I get it'll be tough for him to get out of that situation." writer Ink: "Actually, it's going to be easy, barely an inconvenience!" producer Ink: "Oh, really?" writer Ink: "Yeah, he's just going to show off how hot he is and then the rats would die from his attractiveness. Like they would say 'Oh no, he's hot!'" producer Ink: "Every one of them?" writer Ink: "Every one of them." producer Ink: "Wow, I'm glad he was able to defeat them with the power of gay awakenings... or something, I can't tell." writer Ink: "I mean, is anyone in the SMG4 universe really a 100% straight and/or cis?" producer Ink: "Fair enough! But what about Francis?" writer Ink: "Hey, shut up (he's dead)"

/silly

anyway, look how happy 3 is, enjoying that story :)

as someone who watched all of the final destination and saw movies, 3's not wrong

me likey :D

hold on, how come the kids get a free cappuccino? I want one! I wanna try 3's coffee >:( /silly

Bob: "Please go the fuck to sleep" OMG I haven't heard this audio for SO LONG, it was bc the I was rewatching a 64 Blooper "Shoot to the Observatory in the Sky". For what? uuuh it's confidential for the time being, folks. anyway this really hit me with nostalgia like you have no idea

PFFT HAHAHAHAHA I might pass out oh fuck

idc what anyone says, this is the joke of all time

oh i hate that png of Mario and his teeth /lh

NO MARIO THAT'S NOT IT

AY now Mario can match with Pirate 4 from the "Mario PC Virus" episode

btw he's so sweet with the kids like 4 does 😭 (just unfortunately putting them in dangerous situations unintentionally, whoops)

*head in hands* naurrrrr

*wheeze* the cutaway from that tho

yep, everything coming together, huh boys?

c'mon Bob, you got us in this mess, just give them the money!!

😦 and we're fuuuuuuuuuucked

OUGH I felt that to my core. stepping on legos are the worst smh

YES lesson here, folks: adapt on the battlefield

OUGH i felt that AGAIN

See? Bob was right, kids are dangerous (if you give them the right stuff) 😊↕️

goddammit we were so close

the boss? MARTY?! OH SHIT HE'S BACK, I TOLD YALL

ik 3, ik but that's GOOD, for me specifically

I gotta love this moment bc genuinely Marty is a menacing villain if you think about every crime he's ever done but because he's a cardboard cutout, most of us in the audience don't really take him seriously. For 3 and Mario tho, being in WOTFI 2023 and the poisonous pasta sauce fiasco, they know what he's capable of but they can always kick his ass again, just like last time

please puzzles, can you recruit marty? it would be cool i swear

oh, is Marty going to be mad about what 3 did?

*blink blink* wha?

Oh, I guess we're gonna have to go with that narrative. Like I said, we gotta adapt. it's time to improvise!!

Marty: "I'll let this sugar incident slide...this time." 👀 this time?

OOP and the cops got him. wait. WAITWAITWAIT HE'S GOING TO JAIL! maybe not in the same row but MAYBE he's with Puzzles rn in the same jail!!

sorry, this is just so adorable to see 💙

one day, we'll get "I need a hero" (shrek 2 cover) on an episode *cough cough* PV plus *cough*. Hey, if I was able to manifest the "Friends on the Other Side" into the show, we can do this

😨 OWWWW THIS IS WORSE THAN THE LEGO I FELT THAT SOMEHOW

sidenote: I do love 3's sunglasses here, slay honestly! It kinda reminds me a lot of Shadow's from the Sonic calendar art, strange for me to just say that but it's true (one day I'll have "Mario in Sonic 3". one day.......)

YUP this is a different jail from last time!! Not that this would stop him from escaping but wouldn't it be cool if we... gee idk... have him recruited for some revenge thing. perhaps 👀

(Team, if you pan to the right and we see puzzles, I would scream)

Oh, but trust. the cardboard kid is gonna come back somehow. Probably not alive bc the one who did it for Marty was Mario (y'know, aka the Avatar), but this cutout's going to be important somehow

Congrats to ElisCZ for your art being featured in the end credits! 🎉 And anniversary fanart for Puzzlevision no less, hell yea!!

(hey Team, why Puzzles? Not that I hate the choice but any particular reason why? hmmm *sits cutely* /silly)

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Wow, this was such a silly and fun episode! Seriously Team, you've done a great job, yall got be CRACKLING throughout the whole thing which isn't an easy feat. AND a 3 + Bob dynamic? I LOVE IT!! This was so good and I really hope we get to have more episodes like this, either with team-up dynamics or character exploration (like 3 in particular).

Now, as for my tier list I mentioned earlier, here's the updated version from the first one:

yep, 3's self-image issues are definitely in the "it keeps me up at night" pile 😌↕️

Anyway MARTY IS BACK!! Oh man, I'm REALLY hoping Puzzles would also recruit him into the revenge plan. He would be, dare I say it, perfect for it. Ok ok, you guys gotta see my (creative) vision here:

we will need Marty to transfer to solitary confinement row with Puzzles, or just have them in the same building, either one works

Then, for the next arc around June, WPNZ breaks Puzzles out of jail (and Marty uses the opportunity to get out of there too with his "son"), and then our two antagonists get a chance to have a whole arc for themselves to bond. y'know the whole strangers to friends to breakup (read: divorce) to reconciling. Hell, the Crew doesn't even need to be part of it at all, and that way we raise the stakes higher for the future. Side note: they didn't know Marty was in jail.

WOTFI 2025 would have Marty as the main anatagonist but this time, the whole Crew (yes. even Karen) would be there and once he's defeated but not killed, Puzzles would come and recruit him. Idk, probably for Marty losing his son or something bc of them.

THEN we get Puzzlevision Plus/IGBP 2 (+ the ultimate test of 3's character development if he gets recruited right before it)

😎 eh eh? how's that? *crickets* .....yea, like that's ever gonna happen hehe. I'll just uh. leave this in my concept vault and hopefully I'll get the fic out before the next arc. I wouldn't even count that tho if I were you. I really don't have much to say for this review other than that this was such an enjoyable episode, so have these instead:

Look at the cuties ^^. That's all from me, folks! I'll see yall in the next one, and remember: numbers always go first!

[aimfor-theheart]

by bite alone

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18+ minors and blank blogs dni

Pairing: Nicholas D. Wolfwood x Gender Neutral!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k smh

Content Warnings: angst, canon accurate torture/experimentation, Nicholas and reader are both Eye of Michael test subjects together, biting to scar, blood, canon accurate violence. Not beta read or edited strongly.

Author's Note: this is really just a drabble that i've been thinking about and wanted to get out of my system. been thinking about that csm scene with makima where she wants denji to remember her "by bite" and also i read a play recently where a mother bit her son, and then herself in the same place, so they'd know each other despite being separated. so that's sorta where this came from.

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Light cuts through the dark like a scythe’s blade, sweeping through in a blinding flash across your vision as a door groans open. You blink hard. The door whines shut. Someone has entered the space. Their form is distant and blurry and barely caught by the brief burst of light before disappearing.

Footsteps echo as you fall back into the inky blackness of the cell.

Another slash of light on the opposite side, and then the creaking, metal door that opens. Shuts. The guard is gone.

“I’m scared, Nico.” You whisper into the dark. You’re shaking so hard that you need to clasp one hand with the other to try and stop it.

Your body trembles anyways. Shakes all over.

“We’re gonna be alright.” He says and then you feel him, his shoulder, his side, against yours. You feel his frame, once small and frail, now grown and large, press into your own. He feels different than when he did only a few short weeks ago.

It's all so different.

(And do you feel different, too? Your body is changed, too.)

You were (are?) children together in the orphanage. You like to think you'd know him anywhere, with any body, grown or childish, any change or—

“They’re gonna take me away any minute.” You get out, just a wheeze of air through your tightened lungs.

You can almost hear him swallow.

"I'm not gonna let them." He says and he may mean it with everything he has—in that naive, darling way of childhood. You know he means it in the same way he meant that he'd look out for you at the orphanage, that he'd chase away your nightmares.

(You wish you could still believe him—wish there was a part of you so sweet and tender, so young and unbroken, that you could believe a boy who just wanted to protect you.

Who just wanted to keep something, for once in his life.)

But you know he can't stop them. You know no one can stop them. You know they'll drag you out of here, kicking and screaming, and clinging to Nicholas so hard that you cut tracks through his skin with your nails.

Tears build in your eyes, that familiar ache of emotions welling in you, growing so large you fear you're fit to burst. It presses against your heaving ribs, against the tender, pink parts of you. Your breath hitches as you try and keep in a sob.

"Don't cry." Nicholas says, soft and—

Sorry. So, so sorry.

His arm comes down around you, swallowing you.

And you fold into his arms like you were once stitched to him, like that was your place, once ripped from you. Now returned.

"Nico—" You whimper.

He hushes you gently, gathers you tighter to him. He holds you. Rocks you a little and—you wonder if he had a mother that did this to him, too. You wonder when the last time you'd been held and rocked was, held like a child, rocked like a baby. You start to cry in earnest now.

"I'm so scared of what they'll do to me." Your voice goes wane and high, distressed. "I'm so scared—"

"Hey, come on, you're strong—"

"I can't do it again," You whimper, "I can't—I can't—"

"Hey." His voice is sharper, harsher. There's a flash of teeth in the darkness (and you're reminded of how scared dogs bite). "Hey. Listen to me."

He pulls you away by the shoulders, if only to face you, to try and see you in the dark. He almost shakes you, "You can." He grits out, "You can." He says again, "You have to—"

His voice breaks.

For me.

It goes unsaid, but you hear it in there anyways, haunting the words, haunting him.

(The thought of either of you, alone in here, is such a wretched one that it almost makes you sick—

For him, then. For him.)

You hiccup, you reach for him again in the dark and he collapses you back into his arms. You feel the thunder of his heart against his chest, knocking hard against it's cage, as if trying to leap out to you. You feel the way he squeezes you. His mouth at your temple. He speaks;

"I'm not gonna let them take you." He promises, deadly serious and trying to be brave, "And if I break that promise—" He inhales a little, short and sharp, to keep his own emotions in check, "Then you're gonna be strong. And you're gonna come back to me, okay? You're gonna come back to me."

You think he says it again to convince himself and not you.

"Promise me you're gonna come back." He gets out. "I need you to fight, okay? I need you to fight—"

The sound that breaks out of you is raw, all animal. All fear and grief. You don't want to be strong. You want to be laying on the edge of the orphanage, on the small cliff that overlooked a world you thought so large as the sun sets. You want to be beside Nico and Livio and—

You want the sky to be orange and pink and gold, hot to the touch, if you could ever reach that far. You want Nico's laugh and you want Livio's little hand in yours.

"Promise me." Nicholas demands again, hands bearing down so bad that you know you'll bruise. So bad, always such a bad kid, getting in trouble—

"I promise—" You heave when he shakes you. Hard. "I promise, but I'm scared—"

"I know," He hushes then, "I know, I know—"

"I'm scared it'll—they'll—ruin my mind like—"

Like they did to the others you've seen.

"You're stronger than them." Nicholas tries to convince you.

"What if I don't remember you?" You eek out, clinging to him desperately, "What if they bring me back to you and I'm not myself anymore?"

You're working yourself up, your voice is hitching and high.

"What if they take you and do the same?" You hiss, now almost shaking him, clawing at his shoulders, "What if we look at each other and don't know each other anymore?"

Tears cut down your face.

"I would never forget you." Nicholas snaps, "I could never. They could never make me—"

"You don't know—" You cry. And cry and cry.

Because you've seen all the vacant eyes around here and their faces so changed and how they repeat phrases over and over again, stuck on some loop that only they know. Stuck unknowing, stuck half-knowing—stuck alone and scared and in agony. Stuck crying, like ou are now.

Maybe, after their done with you, you will just always be weeping. And you won't know why and you won't be able to stop and you'll look at Nicholas and see a stranger. And you'll lose him without ever losing him.

In the dark, Nicholas feels for your arm, feels and searches and reaches and then suddenly—

Searing, burning pain.

You screech, you think, or wail.

You realize, with a shock, that he's biting you.

Hard.

You thrash and he grips you with an unyielding, inhuman strength teeth fastening tighter to the flesh of your inner bicep. He bares down. He sinks his teeth so viciously into your skin that you feel blood burst beneath his mouth.

It wells up and out of you, weeping. In the dark, it's all over his tongue, his lips, his chin.

"Nick—" You bleat, frightened, trying to escape still, "Nico!"

When he pulls away, he wipes his mouth, and you reach for your arm. You feel the wound with trembling, terrified fingers. They poke and prod and you jolt when you feel the warmth of your own blood and the mark;

A ring of his teeth, a perfect circle, like a ridged halo.

"Wha—why—?" You're shaking so hard that you can hardly form a sentence, mind racing, eyes flying wildly over his shadowy figure in the dark.

He shoves his shirt off, you think, and then he's shoving his arm in your face.

"Now bite me, too." He demands, "As hard as you can. Make it hurt—make it scar."

You blink at him.

"So that way, if we don't remember each other, we'll have this. Our teeth marks in our skin. If nothing else—"

Slowly, you sit up again, towards him. You feel his arm, fingers quivering, as they trace up the line of his forearm. You follow the vein, towards the heart, up to his bicep.

"If nothing else—we might recognize each other by bite alone."

You sink your teeth into the muscle of his arm and feel as he seizes up, tenses, so you clamp down hard. Harder. You whimper when you make him bleed, but you don't stop—

And the light floods into the cell, brilliant and seering. Bathing you both in it, revealing your strange shapes, your transformed bodies.

"Punisher—" The guard snaps, "Stay back."

They wrench open the cell door, metal grinding horribly.

You pull your mouth from his arm, blood all of your lips, your teeth, your chin. His his his. Both of your wounds, weeping openly, crimson slipping down your arms. Twins.

You look at him. He looks at you.

"Seraph." The guard says, "You're coming with us."

(He kills the first guard. You, the second. It takes thirteen of them to pull you apart, howling and shrieking and crying—)

When they strap you down to the cold, metal table, you turn your head and look at your bicep.

Still bleeding with his teeth marks, the world branded onto you. Your world. His.

It'll scar nice, you think, before consciousness twists out from under you. Bending and warping. Time disappearing, slipping from you. The pain begins and it doesn't stop. It doesn't stop.

But in that cold, lost darkness, you remember one thing—

The pain of a bite.

And always, the scar it leaves.

Blood in your mouth. His his his.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Yessssss yes yes! He looks so proud of himself, how can people not laugh? He makes me laugh and I would just encourage his jokes just so I can see the sparkle in his eyes, he's probably so giddy smdmdndj he's so cute I wanna kiss him senseless

The only way Cyno's a top is a service top, I know just he'd meltttttt into a puddle of love especially when you praise him! Call him a pretty boy, call him the goodest boy in the world!

I just know you could make him cum from praise, he's so used to people looking at him with fear/apprehension, but you're different you've always smile at him and speak to him in such a gentle manner and he's gotta tug his helmet sometimes when you look at him with so much unfiltered adoration in your eyes.

I'm not saying that you've pulled him into a secluded corner to steal a few kisses, he pretends to be annoyed with it yet the way he leans into the kisses says otherwise (he's just lil shy, listen he's never really dated before). I just know that he loves forehead kisses and neck kisses too.

Definitely sensitive, cutie's used to roughness because of his job so gentle touches will drive him wild. Gentle caresses are gonna make him squirm and whine, so so so incredibly sensitive to gentle touches it's so cute watching him writhe.

He might have scratches on his back from a passionate night, honestly he doesn't notice them and had done his usual patrol the next day and was so confused about why everyone seemed off. This man smh 😔he's so dumb and I love it.

The way this man has me in a chokehold is unreal, I cannot wait until his next rerun that twink will be mine 😤

I'm sorry for rambling it's just I don't have anyone to talk about sub Cyno, people are cowards because this man is such a puppy. He's so damn loyal once he locks in a relationship.

-🐇

Okay sorry it took me a while to answer BUT I couldn’t bring it over myself to give an half-asset response to this beautiful beautiful thing.

First I totally agree, I don’t know how anyone could be intimidated by him. He’s literally so ahhhh, the same with xiao. I also headcanon that his abdomen or waist part is the most sensitive, cuz his waist is so cute and adorable and it would be soooo cute if he was really sensitive there. Like just grabbing his hips and caressing them gently gets him all flustered and squirming in your grasp. Some people wonder how you can date him without looking scared, but oh boy. Oh boyyyyy.

He wears so little clothing too! If you don’t like showing off, you have to be careful about where to place the hickeys. Cuz he wouldn’t even notice that they are there, just going on about his day while people are flabbergasted. But if you do like bragging about what’s yours, go for it and mark him up everywhere!! Even if he sees them, he’d love them too much and be too proud to cover them up. So what’s the big deal with everyone? It’s a well known fact you two are going out, why are they so surprised to see some teeth marks on his neck and shoulder?

Cyno is literally such a puppy, he’s suuuch an adorable little dork. It makes one want to see him blush 24/7.

Anyway, I approve of it. Though I don’t have him neither, havent logging in for quite a while. I can’t download the new update cuz I’m installing other gacha games to try them out and my storage has def seen better days 🫠

[dippindaz]

aaa I really liked your AHS headcanons post, may I request HCs for Jimmy Darling with a partner who's really sweet but also knows how to throw hands when it comes to people making fun of him :D

Thank you!!! I love this idea and highkey, Jimmy is so underrated smh.

Jimmy Darling x Sweet-but-Scrappy Reader Headcanons

Warnings: Fights mentioned and hurt knuckles, bullying/insulting mentioned, very brief mention of Jimmy being turned on.

When Jimmy first meets you, he’s drawn in by your soft voice and gentle smile. You treat everyone with kindness, including the “freaks” the outside world ridicules. He thinks you’re too good for the grit of the carnival world—but oh, he has no idea.

You’ll absolutely throw hands when needed, but your usual approach is verbal judo. You’ve mastered the art of the cutting insult wrapped in honey. You’ll call someone a “tragic little thing with no home training” and still smile sweetly—and Jimmy has to bite his lip to stop from cracking up.

Jimmy’s used to defending people, especially his family at the freak show. So the first time someone runs their mouth about his hands and you square up before he even has a chance to react? Man’s jaw drops. He’s a little embarrassed, but secretly proud—and maybe a tiny bit turned on. Okay, actually a lotta bit.

The way you can go from baking pies and humming to absolutely laying someone out has Jimmy constantly flustered. He'll just be sitting there like, how did I land someone so sweet and so terrifying?

“You said WHAT about my man?!” energy. You may look soft, but the moment someone insults Jimmy within earshot, it’s on sight. You won’t start a fight, but you will finish one. Jimmy has to physically pull you back a few times—half laughing, half worried you’ll actually knock someone’s teeth out.

The “Don’t You Dare” look. Jimmy learns to recognize the look you give people when they even think about insulting him or the others. It’s subtle—just a slight narrowing of your eyes, a little tilt of your head—but he knows. And he loves it. It’s like you’re saying, “Try it. I dare you.”

He gets a little jealous sometimes. People notice you—how could they not? You’re warm and kind, the kind of person others gravitate toward. And when someone flirts a little too boldly, Jimmy gets that possessive look in his eye. But you always loop your arm through his and go, “Can’t blame them, baby. You do have excellent taste,” and he’s instantly smug again.

After a confrontation, even if you were the one throwing punches, you always check on him first. “Are you okay, baby boy?” you ask, cradling his face like he’s a precious object. He melts every single time.

You constantly remind him that his hands are beautiful, that he’s beautiful—and you mean it. Not just during tender moments, but casually too, like, “God, your hands look so good in the sunlight,” while you’re handing him coffee.

You help him see his worth. You’re not just there to protect him physically—you lift him emotionally. When Jimmy starts slipping into those dark thoughts, you pull him into your arms and say things like, “You’re not broken. You’re brave. And I love every part of you.” He’ll pretend he’s fine, but your words always stay with him.

You’re his anchor. When the chaos of the world or his own trauma gets too heavy, Jimmy leans into your calm. You’re his soft place to land—unless someone’s pushing him down. Then you’re the storm that sweeps in and clears the path.

Jimmy’s lowkey obsessed. He tells the others, “They’re sweet as sugar, but don’t let that fool you. They knocked out a guy in Gainesville for calling me a freak.” He beams with pride every time he tells the story.

You patch up his knuckles, he patches up yours. Jimmy might be the one in fights most of the time, but on the occasions you go in swinging? He’s right there after, gently wrapping your bruised hands and kissing your knuckles like they’re sacred. “You’re too good to be fightin’ for someone like me,” he mumbles. And you’re like, “Shut up. You’re everything.”

Post-fight with anyone, you and Jimmy have a ritual. Warm bath, soft blankets, maybe some whiskey if it’s been a rough day. He traces little circles on your back and says, “You didn’t have to do that,” and you just kiss his shoulder and say, “Yes I did.”

You and Jimmy stay up whispering about the future. Maybe you’ll have a little house far from the noise, maybe you’ll stay with the show forever. But it’s always “we,” never “me.” He never thought he’d have that.

Your sweetness inspires him. Jimmy's seen a lot of cruelty, but being with you softens him. Makes him believe in second chances. You never judge him for his past or his rage, you just hold his hand through it. It makes him try to be softer too. For you.

When things go down at the freak show, you’re right there beside Jimmy. You help patch people up, make sure everyone’s okay—but if someone threatens Jimmy or the others, your sweet tone drops into something cold and lethal.

Everyone at the show adores you both. You bring cookies and bandages and hugs, but you also don’t tolerate any disrespect toward anyone. You’ve got that “mom friend who will fight your ex” energy, and they all feel safer knowing you’re around.

[chiskz]

[ ▶️ ] . . . SKZ 사우나 (SKZ SAUNA) #1 & #2｜[SKZ CODE(스키즈 코드)] Ep.37 & Ep.38

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└ Ep.37 ┐

♡ Aesthetic

When Felix enters the sauna, Chichi immediately quietly enters behind him and they sit inside together, a little pressed together as if that would somehow help them survive the heat [two boiled eggs].

CHICHI: I can't make it!

She called out and left the sauna on all fours after about a minute.

Changbin: If you can't stand five minutes in the heat, how can you stand seeing me on stage?

There was an awkward silence... [*cricket sound*]

As Seungmin was putting a mask on Hyunjin's face, Ichi reached over and took Hyunjin's hand gently.

CHICHI: Today I will be your manicurist, sir.

Hyunjin lifted his head up for a moment.

Hyunjin: Are you sure? Yours are always unpainted.

CHICHI: A good cook doesn't eat his dishes!

She assured quickly and took a cotton swab with liquid to wipe his nails first, then got down to her choice of nail polish.

CHICHI: Should I file them first?

She asked others, but more herself. Seungmin glanced at her from above the bowl with the mask.

Seungmin: No, because you'll still wipe his fingers...

CHICHI: Maybe it's a good thing, less work.

She replied as if nothing ever happened and got to work, and Hyunjin just looked at her with eyes big with fear [stressed ferret].

When Chichi finished Hyunjin's she sat down with Bang Chan and Jeongin with a sheet mask [all of them busy...]. She opened it with her teeth and, at the mirror, put it on her face, correcting it carefully with fingers.

CHICHI: Wow, it's really soft... How do I look?

Lee Know: Like a ghost.

He answered at once without even raising his head from above Han's nails. Ichi lowered her eyebrows. She squeezed out the rest of the serum from the package and approached Lino from behind, then began to massage it on his cheeks. Minho turned around immediately and hurriedly put the nail polish down on the floor, then pulled his towel off his head and started chasing her with it. Chichi squealed with laughter until she finally hid from Minho in the sauna. He, however, was fine with it - he sat down on the floor and leaned with his back against the sauna door so she couldn't get out. Chichi's face turned dark at this point...

In later scenes (after Chichi has already been released from the hot prison), Changbin can be seen in the background painting her nails just like his - he painted the nails of both of her pinky fingers pink, which they showed proudly in the scene where the members talked about what they received during their little spa time [perfect match of pink SKZ members!].

♡ Pillow Jenga

Lee Know: Let's do it by age, so Chichi begins!

Chichi laughed nervously and rubbed her fingers together.

CHICHI: Ah, what should I do...

She pondered a moment looking at the bottom row of Jenga pillows. She crouched by the tower and tried to pull out the middle pillow very carefully, but still a little too fast - the tower tilted and fell apart instantly. Chichi opened her mouth wide and froze as loud sounds rang out in the background - sounds of laughter, embarrassment, disbelief and disappointment.

Seungmin: How can you lose by being the first! After all, then how can it be the easiest!

Felix came up to her and crouched behind her embracing and shaking slightly.

Felix: How could you, how could you!

Chichi stood up and embarrassed faced the wall pretending to hit her forehead against it [total failure...].

Lee Know: It's time for punishment!

He opened the sauna door especially for her, and she went inside for three minutes without a word of objection.

I.N: I actually feel sorry for you.

He said that when Chichi lost in the second round as well. She looked at him hunched over near the sauna, from which she had only just emerged after her second punishment. Jeongin took her hand and took her with him to the cafeteria, where she could choose whatever she wanted on his private bill [the kindness of the youngest knows no limits].

└ Ep.38 ┐

♡ Consonant Game

Chichi was very focused, most of all of the members. Games that required knowledge of Korean were still stressful for her, and she was afraid that when she made a mistake the hate for her lack of knowledge of the language would return.

During the next song of the second round, Chichi did not speak at all, all the while silently looking at the given letters and moving her mouth mute. When she heard the hint that it was their choreographed song, Chichi jumped on Seungmin squealing loudly.

CHICHI: Red Lights, Red Lights!

Seungmin: Red Lights?

Bang Chan: Red Lights?

Everyone looked at the staff, who confirmed the answer, then their gaze immediately fell on Chichi.

HAN: She saved our food!

Changbin: Chichi, we apologize for everything!

He yelled pretending to cry with emotion.

Seungmin: She loves tonkatsu so much that it moved her brain cells.

After a successful game, everyone sat down to eat. When Hyunjin told a story from his childhood, Chichi also opened up and put down her chopsticks.

CHICHI: When I was young I had the opposite problem, it was impossible to get me to eat at all. I was able to not eat for days, because I just didn't feel hungry. Until one day I smelled something in our kitchen, something I hadn't known until then. When I went there it turned out that my mother was making tonkatsu. That was the first time I really craved food, I must have eaten about three plates. Since then I kept asking for it all the time! [this time she didn't have to - delicious tonkatsu on the Stray Kids table!]

Bang Chan: Who was the funniest person today?

I.N: Felix and... and Chichi.

Chichi stuck out her lower lip [the biggest loser of today].

Seungmin: She was condemned to the sauna practically all the time today.

HAN: I wonder why you chose the sauna and not the cold room.

Chichi looked at him and put down her chopsticks again.

CHICHI: Why didn't I do what?

She blinked in surprise.

CHICHI: I had the choice?!

Lee Know: No, we had the choice. You didn't.

He nodded and continued eating, while Chichi threw the soy sauce package at him.

Chichi was the last to get her key from Felix, as she didn't answer any previous questions in order to stay as long as possible and eat tonkatsu. She only left the dining room with Hyunjin and Felix.

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[g0ttal0ve101]

Johnny Headcanons <3

TW: GAH!!!! TEXAS MAN JUMPSCARE!!!!!!!!

Note: had to do it to them 😮‍💨 i decided to do a mix of romantic and random hcs cause i thought it was cutie but I did section them off from each other!! might write about tcm later on so i’ll take requests for it!!!!! @twsted-idiot :3

RANDOM

he definitely had a FUCK ASS haircut growing up. all those boys in that damn house did. NANCY HAD NO IDEA WHAT SHE WAS DOING 🗣️💥 she really pulled up with the scissors and said ‘alright sweetie just hold still’ and fucked up his entire life for a hot 10 years. after that no one gets near the hair…

fuck ass teeth lets be soooo real. from the amount of times he’s gotten into fights at the bar or in a street, he definitely lost/chipped a few in his prime teen years. his bottom teeth are also a lil crooked…but it’s cutie on him! our little gummy bear ❤️ (bitch has gums for days it’s ok to admit it!!)

i’ll talk abt a lot of his love languages in the romantic section but let me tell you, he’s good at pulling bitches but has trouble pulling ppl he’s ACTUALLY interested in 🗣️💥

^ what I mean by that is like. if he just wants a good fuck and a bougie dinner, trust he’ll have a bitch under his arm! but if he has someone he genuinely cares about and wants to be with, he’s more reluctant to show interest… if that makes sense.

everyone knows he has a farmer’s tan 😭 tan one second, takes off his shirt, WOAH!!! WHOS THIS WHITE MAN??? IS THAT A FUCKING GHOST??? oh no it’s just johnny’s tatas 😻

^ speaking of wish im a freckle truther so fuck you he has light freckles on his face 😮‍💨

ALCOHOLIC. REAL BAD. say bye bye to his livers 😿……but no seriously he has terrible drinking habits. practically drinks every night smh. and that’s on dealing with unbearable depression 😮‍💨

SMOKES HEAVY TOO. (johnny your lungs…😿)

idk abt yall but I think johnny’s a sweetheart to bubba….his mama taught him better than to boss him around and be an asshole like CERTAIN PEOPLE. although johnny can come off as demanding, i truly think he has the best intentions at heart when he’s interacting with bubba ❤️

kinda homophobic but gay at the same time 😮‍💨 and that’s on that TEXAN TIP 🇺🇸🦅💥 YEEEEHAW!!!

in my head i think johnny had his own room n stuff in the house up until he confronted nancy. after that and getting his eye fucked up, he wanted to be petty and sleep outside just to bother nancy. at first she didn’t care and thought he’d eventually just come back in but. he. DID NOT. instead he literally cleaned out the entire shack, found a cheap couch from some thrift store, n fucked that shit UP!!!!!! nancy was PISSED!!! 🗣️ “come back in”…..“no” type shit

loves keeping souvenirs of his victims. ESPECIALLY memorable ones. where did he get that belt? simple, really. this cute guy tried to use it as a defense mechanism! johnny strangled him with it shortly after ❤️ oh and this perfume? yeah, he found that in a REAL fighter’s purse. she was cute whenever she screamed 🌹

started driving at like. 10. nancy fucking FLIPPED OUT whenever she caught him riding around in a car as a literal CHILD. (influenced by certain people😒) but even after all her scolding, he never stopped 💀…that’s why he’s a good driver to this day!

this man loooooooooves his hunting. talking abt sum “THATS A BUTTON BUCK 🗣️” bitch no one knows what you’re talking abt be quiet. (I love him passionately)

johnny DESPISES wearing formal clothing. whether it’s some dumb church suit, dress shirt, or WHATEVER, he does NOT FW THAT SHIT ❌ the real ones know johnny walks around his house with just his boxers on…..and that’s on that country shit 🇺🇸🦅💥 (more like CUNTry)

CALLOUSED HANDS TRUTHER 💥 he definitely has some fucked up fingernails too. stained with oil n shit….SOMEONE GET HIM A PEDICURE IMMEDIATELY.

nubbins always instigates him into fighting a family member 💀 (usually sissy or the cook) talking abt sum: “she said you get noooo bitches…hot ones at least lolsies” or “he told me that he thinks you’re the weakest link of the family but yknow…” FALSE ACCUSATIONS!!!! but johnny falls for it every time 😭

ROMANTIC

HATES PHYSICAL AFFECTION AT FIRST!!! I’m telling you this right now he DON’T LIKE IT!!!!! and it’s not even in the cutie ‘aw he’s touched starved’—NO. HE DON’T LIKE IT. that’s not to say his opinion won’t sway a lil depending on the person (🤭) but at first that’s a big no no with him.

^ but once he starts getting comfortable with you, it’s impossible to pry him off. always wanna hug you n kiss you n play with your hair….he’s a lil love bug fr!

terrible at handling verbal affection. like god 😭 when receiving compliments, he kinda just scoffs, says something snarky, n tries to change the subject. keep doing it? he doesn’t know what to do with himself. it eventually becomes a staring contest with him being like ‘quit that rn.’ but let’s be honest, he likes it 😮‍💨

^ in terms of GIVING IT OUT, he’s pretty good at it. words of encouragement come easy to him since he just has to give you a ‘good job’ (maybe even adding a lil pet name if he’s feeling cute) n move on with his life.

^ but complimenting your laugh? your voice? your eyes? your hair? your clothes? he does it in the slickest ways possible. never over the top or on the nose, always subtle and almost unnoticeable.

he shows his affection through gift giving. stolen flowers from sissy’s garden, stolen jewelry from…trespassers, stolen expensive clothes with suspicious gashes through the fabric, severed limbs—LMAO OFC NOT!!!!! but yes he’s very inclined to give you lil gifts here and there.

surprisingly enough, he likes teaching you stuff. whether it be something small like the mechanics of a car or something big like gutting and skinning a corpse, he enjoys being the one who shows you how to do things he knows how to do well. and when he sees that he successfully accomplished his goal of educating you, he’s happier than ever. (this is also a perfect excuse for him to call you a good girl/boy!!!!!! he’s not slick!!!!!)

pet names consist of the TEXAN WAY BABY YEEEEHAW 💥🦅🇺🇸 sweetie/sweetheart, baby/babe, honey/hun, angel face/doll face, y’know how it is. and it’s kinda cute cause throughout your relationship with him, you unlock certain pet names!!

wanna see a magic trick? 🪄 MANIPULATION! johnny is a genius when it comes to manipulating you. and trust me, you will NOT know he’s doing it.

this is really fucked up (bc HE’S fucked up) but he definitely pushes your boundaries in the beginning of the relationship. it’s kinda like a test to see what he can get away with and how you’ll react to him being an asshole. are you gonna cuss him out? are you gonna hit him? cry? run off? he wants to know.

^ and by ‘pushing the boundaries’ I mean degradation n shit. you ask him what’s wrong and he calls you a filthy whore, a mangy slut, a stupid bitch, JUST TO SEE what you’ll do.

^ the way to pass the test is STANDING UP TO HIM. that’s what he WANTS. be an asshole back!! don’t lose your shit, just one-up him. for example, call him a bitch ass momma’s boy!! that’ll have him on his KNEES!!

who said jealous? BECAUSE YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. johnny IS insecure and thinks you’ll leave him, so it’s better if you DON’T talk to anyone he could perceive as a threat. he lays off with family n shit bc he gets it, but if they ain’t related to you? bitch they better know how to fight 😮‍💨

PDA is iffy with him especially around any of the family LMAO….but if he feels threatened by a guy or god forbid JEALOUS, best believe you’ll have an arm around your waist real fast. 🤭

you better like late night drives bc this man ADORES them. whenever he wants to have a sentimental moment with you or treat you real special for a night, best believe you’ll be in his car for a good while. takes you to the PRETTIEST landscapes he knows of and just chills with you.

^ cutie till he tries scaring the shit outta you with some horrific story abt what happened there or sumn. or even…idk…..starts the hypothetical scenario of “y’know I could kill you rn and no one would be able to hear you scream LOL! 😹” johnny…..if you don’t shut the hell up….

if shit is serious, you definitely made a blood oath with him that you’ll stick with him despite everything. basically marriage imo. peak romance right there <3

[wickedfangharpg]

Tfw you touch a magic mirror and find out the hard way that you're not human, and now there's a chance that a demon is going to find out and murder you about it (so relatable) (happens all the time smh)

Biiig chunk of story under the cut! (this isn't anywhere near all of it btw 🤣 There's just so much I can't put it all in one place like that XD)

Characters:

Daros Fallow (Right) Alex McArthur (Left) [Belongs to FearOfFaith ]

As the sun began to show itself and bathe the room with its light, the scent of food cooking filled the air from the kitchen. Muffins, sausage, bacon, something maple, and most prominently apples, most likely baked into a sweet treat.

It was around this time when Daros had made his way back to Alex, offering a soft greeting as he came into the room. 

“Good morning, how are you today? Sleep alright?” The lamia hummed as he moved to Alex’s bedside.

The doctor was all business, and Alex was fine with this. He was feeling miraculously better, which was saying a lot. But better was not best. Curtis and Rath were trying to give him space, he assumed. Or rather, Rath would have to handle Curtis's hand-wringing. The pair would reappear in Alex's life later. Sighing, Alex opened the book, trying to avoid the hunger that gnawed at his recently-patched insides.

He started the book. When Daros arrived, he grinned and set it aside.

“Like a rock,” he laughed softly. “Good morning.” Despite any lingering pain, his eyes were bright and his smile cheery.

“Good to see you,” he stated, and it seemed he meant it.

Daros was elated to find Alex so lively and bright-eyed, reflecting the positive mood in a slight smile, albeit one that didn’t show any teeth.

“You as well, you seem well-rested,” The lamia hummed, sitting in the chair beside the bed. “I presume the doctor’s already seen you, has anyone fed you yet?” He inquired, having seen Salvatore on his way to getting his own breakfast and rather wondering if Alex had had anything himself yet.

“Yeah, well, not much else I can do,” laughed Alex, motioning to himself. “The doctor is…brisk, and made it clear I’m not to overdo it,” he snorted. His eyes glittered, and his mouth watered. “I have not,” added the man, shaking his head softly. He paused for a moment, making sure the book he’d started was secure on the bedside table. Then, he glanced up at Daros with what could only be described as a wolfish grin.

“Suppose there’s no hope in begging you to let me go down?” He said, only teasing. “I can eat up here and sit still for…a day or two,” he chuckled. “Before I go crazy, and end up bouncing off the walls. Although…you could mention to Dr. Lynch that I’m more likely to pull stitches if I get bored and start DIY-ing something because my brain won’t shut up,” he joked easily.

“So, I suppose I should be grateful I’ve even got bedrest to complain about,” he continued on breezily. “Because there was that ‘I almost died’ bit I keep forgetting about.”

The lamia wasn’t terribly surprised to hear this, nodding along. “Well then, we’ll have to fetch you something for breakfast in that case. If you’re feeling hungry, that is,” He decided, getting a hint from the look in his eyes that this was the case.

A soft chuckle as the other joked with him, shaking his head. “It would be a poor idea for you to be up and about so soon, but I understand your restlessness. I’ve been sewn up and stuck in bed before myself, I was bored out of my mind,” He laughed. 

“Lucky for you though, we do have a wheelchair in the closet here. Doctor won’t have reason to scold us, and you get to see beyond this room without popping a stitch.” He offered with a faint shrug.

His eyes sparkled, not so much because of the food, though it did make his stomach growled. But the idea of getting out and about sounded great. Grinning conspiratorially, he nodded. Emphatically, Alex said: “Oh, that's perfect!”

He thought for a moment. “Can we go down and eat with the others? I know that Rath is probably having a field day getting my uncle to stop pacing a hole in the floor.”

Daros quite liked that idea, giving the other a nod as he rose from his seat. “I was going to suggest it myself actually, I think that’s a great idea,” He hummed, heading to the closet to pull out the wheelchair. 

It didn’t quite resemble that of a modern wheelchair, rather taking the appearance of an ordinary dining chair - for the standards of the estate, that is, finely carved and sporting a soft cushion - which had had its legs replaced with wooden wheels instead. Handles had been affixed to the back for one to push it around with, although the wheels could be turned by the one sitting in the chair as well.

“Fair warning though, I do believe the doctor has you on a liquids-only diet for now, presumably until your guts have healed enough to not risk coming apart again, or something along those lines,” The lamia continued, dusting off the chair and grabbing an extra pillow before returning to Alex’s bedside.

“I’m sure those two have been worried sick about you, I’ve never seen Rath take off in such a hurry before then,” He mused, handing the pillow to the other. “Hug onto this when you get up, your wounds will hurt less when you move that way,” He informed, although steady yet gentle hands would aid Alex into the chair to whatever degree the human needed. 

“Yeah, well, I can’t blame the guy,” Alex chuckled. “And I’m rather not fond of unnecessary surgeries, so I guess just…blend up whatever you gotta,” he teased. “Or rather, juice and other liquids will do fine,” he assured Daros. The chair seemed…odd, but he wasn’t about to question it. He grabbed the pillow and did as Daros suggested. It really did prevent the expected sharp pains from running through his abdomen, and he couldn’t help but smile as he settled.

“Yeah, well, the guy was a mother hen before this,” Alex laughed. “I’m sure he’s at his doggy wit’s end trying to keep calm,” Alex sighed. “But…we’ll make an appearance, and that might help,” he said, nodding firmly.

He wished he could help, but the wheels were far too small and far down for him to roll himself like a modern wheelchair user. And he wasn’t in any shape for all that bending and twisting anyway. So he just…sat…letting Daros take them where they needed.

It was a relief to the lamia that Alex didn’t mind his limited options, he would have felt bad otherwise to have him see the others eating regular food when he himself couldn’t. “I’m told our cooks do a wonderful job of making limited diets not taste boring, you’ll have to inform me if that’s true or not.” He chuckled. 

Moving behind the chair once Alex was settled in, Daros spoke while he wheeled the other out of the patient’s ward, through the infirmary and into the main hall. “I’m sure they’ll be much happier seeing you so much further from death’s doorstep,” He said in almost a snicker before they reached the dining hall, the table already largely populated by residents having their breakfast. 

There was no shortage of pastries and tea on the table, although most had a proper, nutritious meal in front of them. Friendly banter around the table could be heard over the piano softly playing in another room, though Alex’s presence drew quite a few eyes his way. He was new here, of course everyone was a bit curious to meet the newcomer.

Daros budged over a vacant seat so he could stop Alex at the table, seating himself beside the other. It wouldn’t take long for a maid to come by and inquire what they were having, to which Daros asked for tea for himself and whatever Dr. Lynch - who was a few seats down the table from them - had prescribed for the human. Though, Alex was apparently allowed to have whatever he wanted to drink alongside whatever it was the maid had returned to the kitchen to get for him.

Alex was happy to think that he could assuage Curtis's worries. As Daros led them towards the table, he got himself lost in thought. The dining table's chatter and clatter jolted him back to life. He smiled, smelling the breakfast scents that made his mouth water. Before he greeted those he recognized, he ordered a tea and broth that both satisfied his liquid only diet.

Before he'd had even a moment to breathe, Curtis was there, ruffling his hair with a wide grin. He was careful not to hug Alex or jostle him, but the relief in his eyes was clear. 

“You're awake,” he exclaimed, still grinning broadly. “And in one piece…mostly.”

Alex laughed softly, rolling his eyes while he shooed Curtis back to his own seat.

“Yeah, it takes more than a quick trip below to kill me,” Alex snarked.

Rath had been sitting by Curtis at the table when Alex was wheeled in by Daros, relieved to see the other looking surprisingly well considering what’d gone down the day before. 

“Good to see you conscious and alert,” The demon smiled, resuming his breakfast after Curtis had returned to his seat. “We’ve been worried sick, do you know how close to death you were?” He added, albeit in a lighthearted tone.

Soon the maid would return with Alex’s broth, and tea for both him and Daros. The broth was well-seasoned, and the tea of the herbal variety to further aid Alex’s recovery and thankfully sweetened with honey to mask any unfavorable flavors.

Daros had his tea plain, glad to see the relief on Rath and Curtis’ faces while he sipped his drink. “I was thinking of showing him around the estate today, assuming the doctor approves,” He said, turning towards Salvatore.

The doctor, who was in the middle of scoffing down a muffin, paused to glance between Alex and Daros. “It’s fine as long as he stays in the chair, can’t have him popping any stitches. I have to go to the hospital today so I won’t be around to take care of that if something happens during the day.”

“Too close for my liking,” Alex agreed, shuddering. He thanked the staff who brought his broth and tea, drinking both down with gusto. He had to force himself to slow down, so that he didn't make himself sick. It was so tasty that he found it rather a tall order.

As Salvatore gave the go ahead, provided he stay in the wheelchair, Alex grinned. 

“I'd love to go on a nice, guided tour,” he added, to assure Curtis and Rath he was (a) fine, and (b) volunteering for this of his own free will. Curtis seemed worried, but relaxed with a deep breath and a nod.

“Just…be careful,” he begged.

“When am I ever not?” Alex asked, fluttering his eyelashes in the manner of a spoiled brat child. Curtis bit back a number of retorts - showing how deeply worried he'd been. Normally, Alex was nor above receiving his sharp-tongued-wit.

“Ok, I'll sit perfectly still,” he promised, less impishly.

“You better.”

“Soooo, can we go then?” Alex asked Daros. He didn't want to rush the Lamia, but his breakfast was quickly finished.

Daros was glad to see Alex eating so eagerly, taking his time sipping his own tea while the others conversed amongst themselves. He chimed in however, when Curtis expressed his concern.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep a close eye on him,” He assured, soon finishing his tea. That did, at least, ease Rath’s mind on the matter; he knew the lamia to be reliable and attentive, he was fairly certain Daros could keep Alex out of trouble.

The lamia chuckled a little as Alex so eagerly asked to get going, giving him a nod. “I’ve no reason to linger, we can go now,” He smiled, rising from his seat then to excuse them from the table.

“I suppose the second floor up won’t be terribly viable today, but there’s more than enough ground floor for today anyway,” Daros pondered aloud as he wheeled Alex out of the dining hall, “This is actually one of the largest estates in the kingdom, excluding those of royalty of course,”

Just outside the dining hall, the space opened up into a huge living room sporting a piano among other instruments, a fireplace large enough for a person to easily stand in, several chairs and couches, a chandelier and some coffee tables. Glass doors opened up into a raised garden outside, overlooking the barns and pastures and apple orchard, the view largely framed with old growth forest and a portion of the city.

Curtis seemed assuaged by this, nodding. He wasn't sure he was totally happy with the idea, but he wasn't going to dash Alex's hopes. Not after how much the young man had been through. He worried too much, he told himself.

Alex laughed at the idea of the stairs, rueful that they'd be cut off for today. But he grinned as Daros showed him around the first floor, explaining the size comparison between the land and that of royalty. 

“This is all so cool,” he blurted, eyes roaming left and right as he grinned broadly at every new wonder he laid eyes on.

“It’s nice, isn’t it? I’ve only lived here a few years now, but I quite like it here.” Daros hummed, bringing Alex down a wide hallway. 

He showed him the library - one that sprawled wide and harbored shelves which required a ladder to reach the top of. Then the study across the hall, the billiard room, and the lounge, essentially a smaller living room. 

The lamia gave pause while they were in the hall however, when Malacus came around the corner calling his name, jogging over to the pair. 

“We got a situation outside,” The goblin informed Daros as she stopped just by him.

“Can it wait?” The lamia asked, he would much rather continue getting to know Alex.

“A deer got itself caught up in the old clothesline,” Malacus explained, “Your brother is out there now trying to take care of the situation, and it’s not going well for him.” She added with some amusement in her voice.

“Dammit,” Daros muttered, knowing all too well how prone his brother was to getting himself hurt doing stupid shit. “Uh– wait right here, I’ll try not to take too long,” He said to Alex, before hurrying off to get the situation sorted out. 

The hallway proved exceptionally quiet when no one was around, save for the footsteps of the occasional maid or resident somewhere out of view. 

Daros had, in that moment, left Alex right beside the door to where they stored cursed and heavily enchanted objects, many of which were potentially hazardous. The lamia had no concern for this in his assumption that the door was fully closed and locked as it always was, but it just so happened that whomever last went in there had left the door ajar. 

Alex never was very good at sitting still. Being trapped in a chair for the day made him less excited than ever to sit around. He would have shrugged it off as some sort of clinical ADHD errant want, but the slightly open door caught his eye. Once, twice, thrice he glanced over. He fidgeted. Surely, if he was supposed to stay out, the door would be closed, right? He was ever a curious creature. As a child, he’d wanted to know where every road went, and imagined the great wonders just on the other side of the yellow striped lines as they disappeared into hill country.

He moved closer.

It wasn’t exactly easy to wheel himself around, but he found it manageable after a moment. The shiny knick-knacks drew his eye. He found himself amazed. He of course wasn’t blatant enough to pick them up and play with them. But for one, he was trying to wheel himself around without popping a stitch, and for two he never had a very good idea where his body existed in space.

So when he brushed against one of the various objects, he froze, hoping he hadn’t knocked into anything that might break. For an instant, all seemed well. Then, everything was very, very not-well. Something like a sudden itch, a burning and searing erupted from his shoulder blades. For an instant, he wondered if it was from the sigil which was now proudly scarred into his skin.

But that couldn’t quite explain the bright, iridescent white and gold wings which sprouted with sudden, firm demands to be seen and felt.

He nearly knocked a whole shelf over, with the sprawl of them. The man slapped a hand over his mouth, covering a scream of abject surprise and shock. He made no sounds, careful not to alert anyone of what might be happening. He found it nearly impossible to control the extra, flailing limbs, but eventually he managed to fold them against his spine, and the remains of his clothing. Great, he was gonna have to borrow something with wingholes cut into it???

He finally, after a moment of deep breathing to control his volume, allowed himself one tiny utterance.

“What…the…fuck?”

Daros hadn’t been outside for too long - having found his brother somehow also tangled up in the same mess as the deer when he got out there, much to his amusement. He managed to calm the deer enough to untangle it and his brother, and everyone would leave the situation unharmed. 

Relieved to have that over with, Daros made his way back into the manor, walking quickly as he felt bad for making Alex wait nonetheless. The lamia gave pause, however, when he came to the hallway where he’d left Alex to find the other very much not there.

‘Dammit, where could he have gone?’ He thought to himself, making his way down the hall. He nearly went straight past the room of cursed objects, if not for the door having been left more open than earlier.

He paused, eyes widening when he realized where Alex had gone and hurried inside.

Sheer curtains dimmed the daylight flooding in from the windows, shelves packed with mostly evenly-spaced objects and trinkets, most which appeared normal and harmless at first glance. The worst of them were kept locked in a box tucked away or within a glass case, many were too high for one to reach from a wheelchair anyway. 

But it had been one of the largest pieces in the room that Alex had brushed against; a silver mirror, one of a few they had around, each covered with a sheet. Alex had only brushed against its frame, more than enough to reveal his wings even without seeing a reflection.

The lamia had come inside half expecting Alex to be possessed, injured, unconscious, cursed, or some similar terrible fate. To find him with wings sporting frankly the most stunning plumage Daros had ever seen, would have been the last thing he’d expected.

He froze upon seeing the other man, taking a moment to process this sight. 

“Alex? What happened?” He inquired with poorly-masked alarm in his tone, shutting the door behind him. They didn’t have any objects that gave people wings, did they? 

“I didn’t…the door was open…I I promise, I wasn’t trying to snoop,” he rushed, eyes wide and terrified. “I just…my elbow, I brushed against something and then…THIS happened,” he waved, wincing when that pulled at his stitches. He breathed raggedly, calming himself and lowering his tone.

“I have no fucking clue how this happened, but uh…I guess it did?” He stated, eyes still wide. “I didn’t mean to cause any harm I just…I was curious, and I didn’t…I swear, I didn’t mean to do anything wrong,” he was hyperventilating again, and took a few breaths to try and steady himself.

“Is your boss or is your boss not a demon of some kind?” He asked, face blanching. “And am I in deep shit?”

Seeing Alex’s panic served as a reminder to Daros to not freak out if he could help it at all, though that was easier said than done. Nonetheless, the lamia schooled his expression as best he could as he made his way over.

“It’s okay, you’re not in trouble,” He reminded the other, mind still racing as to what on earth they were to do about this as he scanned over Alex’s new wings. “We’ll figure this out–” He paused when Alex asked about Rath, his face paling a little.

“We’ll figure this out,” He reasserted, half to himself. “No one can know about this, if Rath finds out…we just need to figure out a way to hide the wings,” He thought aloud, moving to Alex’s side to get a better look at him. 

A hand briefly reached to touch the feathers, however he gave pause just before he would have touched them - remembering that perhaps he shouldn’t touch them without Alex’s permission, he pulled away again. 

He glanced toward the mostly-covered mirror, then back to Alex. “Try to fold them in as much as you can and hold them still,” He instructed, pulling the sheet off the mirror.

The mirror itself, while potent in magic, couldn’t cause any physical harm, so he had no concern for keeping it uncovered for a while. It was rather the glistening, high-purity silver which made up the frame that it had to be covered, so the metal wouldn’t be so bothersome to any vampires coming into the room. Daros figured someone might be pissed off finding it exposed, but it’d have to be fine.

He draped the sheet around Alex’s wings and shoulders, careful to tuck it around him so it covered the appendages under the guise of being there to keep him warm, doing his best to make the extra bulk of the wings appear like excess fabric.

“This will have to do for the moment, until we can find a better solution…I’m not too well versed in illusion magic, but I suppose I’m going to have to learn real fast to get these hidden.” 

Alex tried to keep calm, really he did. But it was not common that the man sprung wings in the middle of the morning, so he wasn’t exactly sure WHAT to do about it all. He nodded, trying to fold in the appendages to the best of his ability. He struggled to make sure that he wasn’t going to fall out of the chair. It was not quite comfortable, but he made it work. The very idea of accidentally brushing against the mirror again made him shudder. What else might it uncover if he wasn’t careful?

“Yeah, something will have to turn up,” he stated firmly. There was no way he was going to get into more trouble. Even if it meant avoiding Rath at every turn. What on earth might Curtis think? What did this all even mean?

Something piqued his interest.

“Do you…think this might have something to do with why I lived? Through all the…” he gestured wildly, to get his point across. ‘The crazy shit’ he seemed to be implying. He sighed.

“I mean, it does seem to make a good case; I should have been dead six ways from Sunday. No offense to Dr. Lynch, but there wasn’t much left to stitch.”

Daros hadn’t any need to think on Alex’s question, giving a nod without hesitation. “Most likely. Angels, as far as I’m aware, are known for being resilient and extremely difficult to kill.” He explained, albeit quietly out of worry one might eavesdrop from beyond their view. 

“If these wings are even from angelic traits…the good news is, if we can find a way to prove you’re not angelic, we won’t have reason to hide them.” He added, going quiet when he opened the door just a little to peek outside, ensuring that at least there weren’t any demons about before he would wheel Alex out.

The lamia brought Alex to the study, an often-neglected room when they had a full library and office rooms to work in. Despite this, there wasn’t a speck of dust to be found.

“Alright, um– I’m going to see about finding any books on illusion magic,” He thought aloud, locking the door behind them so no one could simply walk in at any point. “It might get uncomfortable keeping your wings folded like that too much, it might be a good idea to stretch them out now while no one’s around.”

Alex wasn’t sure what to say, but he nodded nonetheless, agreeing that perhaps Daros was onto something with the “find out what is going on, and pray it’s not Angelic in nature” bit. He did as he was bidden, flapping the white and gold instruments free of their binding. It felt sore, and itchy, like a scab, where they protruded from his skin. Otherwise, they didn’t seem to hurt. He shrugged his shoulders, mindful of his stitches.

He watched Daros, his blue eyes intent as he waited. He itched to help, to crack open a book or two himself but…he’d rather not touch anything else today. For very good reason. He watched, keen on finding something, anything that might help. Even if all he could do was silently cheer on Daros.

“And what if it…IS angelic?” He asked, brow raised as he sat calmly, wings still flapping lazily. The breeze stirred only a tiny bit of the papers about. “What then?”

The lamia scoured over the bookshelves in the room, fingers lightly tracing over the titles to better keep his frenzied mind from missing what he was looking for. He knew the exact volume he wanted, certain it was in here somewhere.

Daros only briefly paused as Alex voiced the very question that he dreaded himself, eyes locked on what he was doing when he resumed his search. 

“Then…we will have to ensure that not a soul ever finds out,” He answered more grimly. His gaze shifted down as he caught sight of what he was looking for, crouching a moment to pull a book from the shelf.

“Angels are few and far between these days, most left this world after they lost the war,” The lamia explained as he moved to take a seat near to where he’d parked Alex so he could scan through the pages.

“Rath comes from a family of angel killers, to my understanding,” He went on, “His father had become known for slaying one single-handedly, with nothing more than a single dagger. Now that he’s gone, Rath lives under the pressure of living up to that legacy; to accomplish a feat of similar or greater magnitude. He’s been looking for an angel to kill ever since he first arrived here, and we’re all under obligation to report any evidence of such creatures, should we find any.” 

Realizing how that might have sounded, he glanced up at Alex. “I won’t do that,” He quickly reassured, “But we can’t be certain about anyone else. I’d like to think Rath wouldn’t do you harm, but…you’ve seen how his family can be. I’ve yet to see any semblance of cruelty from him, but I’d rather not risk getting a glimpse of it.” 

Daros had never known Rath’s father, but he’s heard stories. How sadistic he’d been, how full the dungeon used to be with his prisoners and how ill-received any news of failure was taken. Apparently everyone had been on edge around Rath the first few weeks of his time at the estate, thinking it would be much the same. The lamia felt lucky he had only ever known the much more lax and friendly dynamic around here, especially after getting so many visions of what Sika had done to Alex.

“Fucking…lovely,” Alex muttered, the wings pulling in automatically. He shuddered, wrapping them around himself, as though they could protect him. The gold glints in the feathers glowed in the light, though he wasn’t sure if that was from their own glittering, or simply a reflection of the light around them. He bit his lip, chewing it awkwardly. 

“After Sika, I really don’t want another one of the siblings trying to kill me,” he mused, shaking. He could almost smell brimstone, and found himself mentally anguishing for air. The pain seared mentally as strong as it had physically only a day or two ago. PTSD was not something he would have guessed a winged, possibly angelic creature might have to face, but…here he was.

And to be fair, until today, he’d thought nothing more of himself than a moderately replaceable human. He didn’t have what people called “good self worth” or “self esteem”, rather he had a crippling sense of humor and irony instead. But he was afraid, and that seemed to make his brain rattle and scramble all the easier. He noticed the wings were flapping, nigh of their own terror, and took a deep breath. The movement stopped.

“So…uh…just…pretend these aren’t there forever. Got it. Seems doable,” he shrugged. “Not like I’m going to be Scooby-Do’ing my way through life and praying Rath never makes an unexpected house call,” he muttered dryly.

Daros glanced up from his book as Alex spoke, observing the way those wings shined in the light. ‘There’s no way he’s not angelic,’ He thought to himself with a sigh, that certainly looked like a reaction of light magic against the sun beaming into the room, to him at least. He hoped he was wrong.

“It’ll be okay…I won’t let that happen to you again,” He decided quietly, even if he may not be able to stop Rath should the demon come for them. He could damn well try, and perhaps if they played their cards right, they could succeed in keeping this secret.

The lamia didn’t like seeing the other afraid, shaking and wings beginning to flap with alarm at the very thought of being at the mercy of a demon again. He was like a wounded dove in a cage; frightened and trapped, yet kept for his own safety. He would have had the mind to reach and place a hand on Alex’s arm in that moment, if it wouldn’t mean getting feathers to the face immediately. 

Eyes returned to the pages in the book, though Daros still listened when Alex spoke again. Well…when he put it that way, it sounded a lot less viable than initially thought. Daros was well aware that many creatures must hide their true nature around others like this, but surely not 24/7? Keeping his wings hidden indefinitely didn’t seem…healthy, the more Daros thought of it.

“I know it’s daunting at the moment,” He replied softly, “But let’s just focus on right now for the time being, maybe we can figure something else out later,” He offered, sighing and shaking his head after a minute. “I’m just not sure what else can be done right now. What are we to do, run away?”

Alex calmed himself the best he could. With his body slowly coming to grips with the fact that he was not in imminent danger, he found his heart slowing. He neatly folded the wings to his back. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he nodded. There was little to do but face the day as it came.

“I can't run,” he sighed. “Not after watching Curtis fall apart,” shuddered Alex, wishing the memories would blur and fade. Dissociation helped, but these were flashbulb memories - the exact opposite of “checking out” in the moment.

“Either Rath never finds out, or I risk getting ganked,” he sighed. “Still, chosen family means a lot,” he told Daros. He held his head up, even if his lower lip wobbled. He had to be strong.

He felt his pulse quicken again, though not so much from fear. It was touching that Daros offered to keep him safe, even if they both knew that was fruitless.

“Thanks…for all this,” he offered up meekly. He wasn't sure what else to say.

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*(blows REALLY loud on a safety whistle)* I've got another one for you all! This one is ALSO an HoJ-verse fic, woo! We're gonna focus on Piper and her relationship with the Aphrodite cabin cuz, like. Bruh. You wanna TALK about an unexplored relationship. Same goes for Annabeth and Leo and their siblings, too smh

So, may I present Ao3 Collection Day Nine: PIPER Has a Spa Day

Back in the Aphrodite cabin, she found Drew kicking a dozen bean bag chairs into a more aesthetic arrangement around the low tables and projector screen, and Piper cocked her head to the side. “Do you show, like, YouTube tutorials for make-up looks or something?” Drew looked at her like she’d grown a second head. “What? No, dumbass. This is for watching movies.” “I’m guessing we’re watching a rom-com?” Piper asked, trying to avoid wrinkling her nose. “No idea,” Drew shrugged. “It’s Mitchell’s turn to pick.” *** Piper makes good on her promise of an Aphrodite Cabin Spa Day. She has a nicer time than she expected to Ao3 Collection Day Nine: Roommates Cabinmates

If Piper were to make a list of all the things she wanted to do, a spa day with her siblings would not have made the cut. It wasn’t the worst thing she could imagine, obviously, but since the day Drew had scribbled the date onto the cabin calendar with that wide, knowing smirk, she’d kind of been dreading it. But she’d made a promise and she was determined to get Jason and Leo together, and that meant getting Drew’s help, and that meant hanging out with her siblings while they all slathered gunk on each other’s faces and gossiped over things she didn’t care about.

That did not mean she wouldn’t try to get out of it.

“Do I have to do this?” Piper whined, flopping herself over the end of Drew’s bed like a fish. “Because I really don’t want to. I can write you a song to serenade Nyssa with instead of this. That could be fun, right?”

Drew dug her foot under Piper’s ribs so she could kick her to the floor. “I don’t care if you go or not,” she said flatly. “If you’d rather sit in the Bunker making weird frog faces at your short friend, or whatever the hell it is you two do, be my guest.”

Piper sat up eagerly. “Really?”

“Sure. But if you want my help – and we both know you need my help – you’ll suck it up and behave normally for once in your life,” Drew finished. “Also, if you do bale, telling everyone is going to be your responsibility. You get to look Lacy in the eye and tell her you’d rather have your teeth pulled than hang out with her.”

Piper paused. “You told them I was coming?”

“No, Lacy told them you were coming,” Drew corrected. “Like I said, I couldn’t care less if you show up, but she’s been asking me if you were going to come every time we do this, and I’ve had to keep telling her no. She was over the moon when I told her you’d finally agreed to this one.”

“Oh.” Piper stared down at her hands. She thought about Lacy, who was one of the more reserved of her siblings giving Drew that big gap-toothed smile just because she thought she was going to get to hang out with Piper. Then she thought about that same gap-toothed grin falling in a look of disappointment when she realized that Piper wasn’t going to show up for her. Piper thought about all those times where she’d clutched a phone to her ear and stubbornly blinked back tears while she told her dad’s assistant that she understood that her dad was busy but that maybe he’d find time for her next weekend. She swallowed thickly. “Okay, I’ll come.”

“Good answer,” Drew drawled like she genuinely couldn’t care less if Piper showed up or not. “In that case, go to the Hermes cabin, and ask to talk to Goose. He’s got the snacks and supplies for tonight. If he asks you for money or any kind of payment, tell him to eat dirt and just leave without it. He knows the deal we have, but he will absolutely try to cheat you out of anything you have. Don’t let him.”

Piper nodded and got to her feet so that she could head over to the Hermes cabin. As promised, she was pointed immediately to someone who introduced himself as Goose, who had a magenta duffle bag that had DT embroidered on it in bright electric blue stuffed under his bed. As promised, he did try to insist that payment was due upon receipt of the bag, but he’d almost immediately backed down after hearing Drew’s second hand command to eat dirt. Piper almost wondered what had happened between the two of them to get that response, but she figured she’d be better off not asking, lest she wind up the one eating dirt. 

Back in the Aphrodite cabin, she found Drew kicking a dozen bean bag chairs into a more aesthetic arrangement around the low tables and projector screen, and Piper cocked her head to the side. “Do you show, like, YouTube tutorials for make-up looks or something?”

Drew looked at her like she’d grown a second head. “What? No, dumbass. This is for watching movies.”

“I’m guessing we’re watching a rom-com?” Piper asked, trying to avoid wrinkling her nose. 

“No idea,” Drew shrugged. “It’s Mitchell’s turn to pick.”

“Speaking of, where is everyone?”

“Valentina is doing clarinet lessons with the Apollo cabin, Aiden, Avery, and Amy are in the stables, and Mitchell and Lacy are down at the lake practicing for the canoe race this weekend,” Drew recited before she gave Piper a sour look. “Which you should know, seeing as you’re co-counselor.”

Piper ducked her head and refused to meet Drew’s eye. “Uh, yeah. You’re probably right.”

Surprisingly, Drew didn’t make a snide comment, she just ordered Piper around to get everything set up for the night. By the time she was satisfied, everyone but Mitchell and Lacy had shown up, and Piper was about ready to rip out her hair. 

“Can we please be done now?” she demanded. Around her the other Aphrodite kids were nodding in agreement, which she smirked victoriously at. “We’ve got all the snacks and the chairs and the face gunk; what else could you want?”

“It’s not face gunk,” Avery protested with clear offense. 

Before Piper or Drew could respond, the door was flung open and Lacy came bounding in, Mitchell hot on her heels. When her eyes fell on Piper, her face broke out in a wide, beaming smile. “Piper! You’re actually here!”

Within a second, Piper was half tackled in a hug and Lacy started talking a mile a minute, eagerly showing Piper everything she needed to know about Cabin 10 spa days. Piper looked up to Drew for any kind of help she could offer, but was only met with a keen smirk of smug satisfaction. Piper resisted the urge to flip her off. 

Despite her initial misgivings about the whole ordeal, Piper had… well, she had fun. Lacy and Mitchell both were more than happy to guide her through the application of all the weird face gunk (”It’s a hydrating and cleansing facial mask, not gunk!” Avery shrieked) and Drew had arranged for Goose to get them just about every junk food imaginable and Mitchell had picked Brother Bear of all things to watch, and Piper most certainly didn’t cry at any point, even when Lacy started sniffling. At one point, Amy and Valentina had blindfolded Aiden and made him guess what Jelly Bean flavor they were feeding him, which was put to a stop when Drew had offered her own hand-crafted Jelly Bean, made from rolling some of the jellied face powder in some nacho cheese dust until it was solid. Valentina and Amy had nearly wet their pants laughing while Aiden gagged and tried to get rid of the flavor with Coca-Cola mouth washes while he cursed them in Ancient Greek. The whole event was a lot louder and messier and more chaotic than Piper had really anticipated it being, and she could probably count one hand the number of times she’d had this much fun. 

Once everything had started to wind down, some of their group had decided to retreat to their beds for the night, but Piper, Lacy, and Avery’s all decided to camp out on the beanbag chairs instead.

With Avery’s loud snores filling their little living room, Piper felt Lacy cuddle closer to her side. “Piper?” 

“Yeah, Lacy?”

“I’m really glad you decided to do spa day with us,” she admitted in her tiny little voice. “I had a lot of fun with you here.”

“Yeah?” Piper asked, her lips curled up in a gentle smile. “I had a lot of fun, too.”

“Do you think you’ll hang out with us some more?”

Piper paused for only a moment before she rolled over and squeezed Lacy up in a hug. “I’ll hang out with you for as long as you want me, Lacy.”

Lacy giggled quietly, and Piper couldn’t help but giggle along with her.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

OKAY SO OBVIOUSLYYY I HAVE TO WONDER ABOUT KNIGHT!SUGU X ROYALTY!READER but also!!! satosugu x aroace!reader sounds so interesting!!!!!! i would love to hear about them!

ALEXISSSSS TAKE A SEAT BELOVED here is ur drink… 🧃

OKOKOK IM EXCITED i was hoping u’d ask abt the knight au so i could hear ur thoughts hehe. since ur the reason it exists !! the god parent if u will…. aaa and the aroace!reader fic is v special to me too!! 🥺 that one is just a vague idea atp BUT ill get to that…

FIRST OF ALLLL knight!sugu x royalty!reader our beloved……. okok so i mightve mentioned some stuff alr but ill just run my general idea by u!! i have basically all of it outlined, just gotta get to writing </3

but basically; reader is kind of a brat. Very Much a brat. and sugu gets hired to act kind of as their bodyguard — which reader really doesnt like but sugu is just too patient and their attempts to annoy him so much that he leaves dont work LMAO … he also kinda likes the fact that theyre difficult yk its the Mother in him. he’s very boyfriend very protective very much a big ol tease

but then obv they grow closer <33 suguru really isnt anywhere near as straightlaced as he wants to appear, and both him and reader kinda have that Hunger to see the world yknow?? or to just break free of their chains. so reader brings out sugu’s more wolfish side and he eventually gets pretty lenient w sneaking them out of the castle, teaching them how to fight w a sword … etc etc. very much a Forbidden Romance but its not angsty bc i love them and i want them to be happy <33

HERE R SOME RANDOM SNIPPETS im gonna let this one cook for a while bc i need it to be perfect… putting my heart and soul into getting the alexis approval fr

”so you didn't pull your sword out of a rock?” you frown, already losing interest. lame. ”stone,” he corrects, unperturbed. ”and i'm afraid not.” he gives you a smile, barely concealed amusement swimming in his amber eyes. ”i pulled mine from an oak tree.” … ”wait, really?” ”depends,” he quips, brushing past you with a grin. ”how gullible are you, my lord?” (argh.)

he kneels. he always, always kneels. such a large man, all toned muscle and tall stature, broad shoulders and firm chest — kneeling at your feet. like a loyal dog, with a rustle of armor, a flutter of fabric, a sigh and a smile. suguru always kneels.

here it comes. effortless, perfected, your one god-given talent; an irresistible pair of puppy dog eyes. the voice that spills from your lips is hopelessly meek, pleading, so sweet you’d get cavities if you didn’t know how fake it was. ”take me outside, please?” you whine, lips jutting down into a slight pout, accompanied by a flutter your eyelashes —  suguru smiles. ”no.” a beat. frustration bubbles up inside your veins, trickling down to your wrist, and you grit your teeth. barely resisting the urge to stomp your feet into the floor. ”you’re supposed to listen to my every command!” ”still no, sweetheart.”

CAN U TELL IM A LITTLE ILL ABT THEM alexis this is all ur fault smh smh…… they mean the world to me

aaa and then!!! stsg x aroace!reader…. 👀 honestly i just realllly love blurring the lines between platonic and romantic love in my writing and thats kinda where this idea came from!! nothing’s written out or outlined, but the idea is basically just that stsg are an established couple + both in Love w reader + confess by a cold beach in the middle of the night :333 just those good ol coming of age vibes. and it obviously doesnt really go as planned bc reader is so hesitant.

i’m not sure when i’ll get to writing this one out esp since its so self indulgent pskdjdj bUT the focus will def be on reader’s feeling and the love they all feel for each other, etc etc!! ty for indulging me this one makes me v happy to think abt hehe

[lanaevyssmoved]

helloooo Afhiri sounds SO lovely. can you tell me more about how they feel at the start of act 1 about her predicament with the tadpoles, her companions, etc etc if you want!!

it might be cruel to say that they're pretty damn simple . actually no its not ive decided theyre pretty damn simple. literally wakes up and has a panic attack because where is flute?? where flute?? WHERE. FLU TE? flute was no where to be seen (depression). a very sad clown exploring this ship literally with minimum interest because flute :( flute :( this is a child who has lost their autistic hyperfixation toy.

lae'zel is hot. the sword scene is hot. hiri has immediate gay panic and forgets flute for 2 whole seconds. asks lae'zel if seen flute. lae'zel doesn't even know what a flute is.. smh. sticks around because was told to. does whats told (for now........ ominous.) so to start lae'zel is literally party lead this clown is NOT a protagonist (for now...... no im not making that joke twice)

SHADOWHEART IS HOT... absolutely ignores lae'zel to free shadowheart. literally dumbass tries to pull the door off. lae'zel ends up being the one like "maybe u should look around if u INSIST on saving this HALF ELF." frees shadowheart :) oh my god you have an autistic hyperfixation too?? your rock is so cool!!!!!!!

the flute is not rescued. please F's in chat for the lost flute of afhiri's childhood. her father made her that flute and it's DEAD. AND THERE WASN'T EVEN TIME FOR A FUNERAL.

the first thing they do after hoarding all of the fish on the beach like a little goblin creature is find gale's portal. shiny. Oh My God is that an arm without a body? that is Soooo cool...... high fives. they free him of course!!! used bard Magicks to calm that shit down and free the silly man. she finds him SOOO silly. he is such a silly little guy. his lil expressions and hand movements are SO funny. she wants to get acting classes from him so she can be just as funny and then she'll rank up in Clown. she's sure of it. (he is a clown to her. a truly excellent clown. there's real talent..........)

after that she gets knife throat by astarion :( not very nice of you :( i would have given you money if u wanted :( oh not a robbery? OH WE'RE WORM BUDDIES? friendship acquired :) they genuinely don't have any more thoughts rly at the start because he is mean and she doesn't understand its mean and looks at him stupidly like a dog who cannot understand the new word u just said. tilts head :)

their friendship stat is SO high all of a sudden. this clown has had NO friends their entire damn life (weirdo coded) and suddenly they've got SOOO many best friends oh my god they're so excited for the campfire stories hehee :)

next is oh my godd its the hot. gi..gi... Girlfriend? :) no its gith u stupid clown. get pied. ANYWAY tells the tieflings some absolute BULLSHITERY. this clown is So good at lying (this is a positive. their moral code is kinda messy.) and frees lae'zel :) shadowheart doesn't trust lae'zel but how can you Not when she's Also Green? I'm Green? You're Green? Da Ba Dee

after that its oh my god is that A GOBLIN? never seen a goblin before. finds them extremely cute. they're also kind of green (positive). and A WARG? can i PET IT? No? It'll eat me? bite off my hand? chew up my suit? this is supreme sadness. wait- flute still gone. that's supreme sadness. ALSO WYLL IS FUN!!!! wyll gives her fairytale hero prince vibes and is absolutely fascinated and thinks as a bard should sing of his tale because hes so cool (please don't trust them. they will make him sound like a fool.)

hearing about the spooky scary teeth-ling from wyll is super!! exciting!!!! a devil?? fought in devil war?? fire?? death?? epic story . we must find out more (not to kill. to talk to. must have some REALLY COOL STORIES!!!) very easy to convince wyll not to kil- OH MY GOD HOT?? HOT? ?? literally hot. this is the most Supreme Gay Panic. afhiri never thought about girls (or boys) like this before. none of the Lads give the Panik.. but these girls are a little too much (fainting vibes) also karlach is so fun :) daydreams about karlach throwing her like a javelin into battle

the tadpole though :/ they don't know!! everyone keeps saying. bad! evil! bad! removal! death! kill! and they're like :/ idk guys.. worms are kinda cute. u ever seen a worm do a lil wiggle on some mud? its so cool.. i wish i was a worm..... everyone is concerned. do not trust them with decisions (they trust them with decisions. they are All stupid.) they name the worm. the worm is named little buddy. it's not creative. it's not a name. but this is Little Buddy and she talks to her little buddy sometimes. she even wrote it a song. (she doesn't consume more little buddies. that's weird.. this is HER little buddy and those are OTHER little buddies. there's only one little buddy for her....)

extra: GUARDIAN. oooohhhhh my god .. never seen someone soooooo CLOWN. (this is false. guardian looks nothing like a clown. theyre projecting HARD. guardian plays along because this is clearly going to work better than being Hot and Mysterious). trust them explicitly (reminder: not smart), treats like another Best Friend like the squad. gets sad they don't ever join them in camp for her performances. does private performances sometimes :)

DOUBLE EXTRA: the possession.. of Flute 2.

a daring tale of (gale takes some of the squads money and buys them a flute. cannot bare to see the sad puppy dog eyes any longer.) AN INCREDIBLE ADVENTURE OF PERIL AND DANGER... THERE WAS GNOLLS AND GOBLINS AND MAYBE A BEHOLDER!!!!! gale.. an incredibly brave adventurer.. this is going in his next song

[rodolfoparras]

I've been away for day or two because I got my tooth pulled out and I was so out of it 😭😭 smh it still hurts a bit.

Little update, did you know there is a thing called mandibular anaesthesia?? Because I didn't until my dentist gave it to me 😭 and then also local anaesthesia as well because I have strong teeth and high tolerance and I could still feel him taking my tooth out. I have a few I need to get out and then fix the rest and I'm already exhausted??

We love getting pocket money for holidays who care about the age 😌 and I sleep with blanket between my legs but I would love to get like a body pillow because supposedly it really helps you to sleep better (also because I have few pillowcases I've been eyeing). And speaking of spending money, Dragon Age games are on sale 90% on Steam and my paycheck (part of it anyways) is on first but I might dip into my emergency stash and just replace it later on because I love DA and this is such a steal

Btw I love that little thing you made! My bestie works with clay and she makes jewelry! I tried few times too and it is fun but I have trauma from art school from working with clay 😭 I don't really like it as a medium

Also, I loveeeee dom!top x sub!top sm and I'm such a sucker for the trope of them bringing someone home and dom guiding his sub on how fuck their bottom- dom just praising his sub and guiding his hips, squeezing the back of his neck reassuringly and kissing him....

See I just made myself both sad and horny, I need a boyfriend :(( there are so many guys who love tall and strong hairy men online but not in my vicinity 😔

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Oh lord sugar bee I hope everything is going well with the healing process and that isn’t too much of a hindrance at work!😭

What the hell is there a reason as to why you have such strong endurance sugar bee?😭 lowkey have a bit of fear when it comes to anesthesia just because so many people have mentioned how it doesn’t affect them as much some have even been awake during surgery or woken up in the middle of it because of this 😭

Oh definitely get yourself a body pillow!!!! I’ve heard it has plenty of benefits even for those who struggle with anxiety!! Also I hope you got the game and that you’re enjoying it!! I’ve never heard of it before but the name makes it sound very promising!!

Hello!! Can I like borrow your friend because this media is hell😭 it’s so moldable which makes it an amazing medium to work with but it being so moldable also makes it a living hell!! Like I was looking at finished clay products and I’m so impressed how people manage to get such smooth looking pieces ? Especially when it’s a detailed piece portraying something 😭 and thank you sm!! I changed the entire piece though and made a whole other thing I’ll show yall as soon as it’s painted 🫶🏻

HELLO WHY WOULD YOU SAY TBIS TO ME I AM SCREAMINF need price to do this with me I mean who said that:/ old man price teaching me how to fuck soap or gaz gently scolding me when I lose my steady pace or praising me when I leave soap or gaz wailing beneath me🧎🏻‍♂️