#it awakens something inside of me I can not describe

[rie-092]

HERO.

[ yandere! hero x demon king! reader ]

summary: it seems like the hero have already lost his mind.

yandere hero! who have always been the strongest human in the history. everyone in the empire idolized him and he have everything on the top of his hand. money, power and women. yet, he doesn't care about it.

yandere hero! who didn't like it whenever females try to touch him. sorry, but this dude have a trauma in the past when he got sexually assaulted back when he was a child by a maid. because of that, he became a complete woman hater and because of that, there was a rumor going around the empire that he was a gay.

yandere! hero who thinks that his only purpose in life was to defeat the demon king, you. because that is what the priest and the bishop ingrained onto his mind back when he was a child. that was the reason why his whole demeanour always change when you became the topic in a conversation.

he was honestly curious on what you look like. because the books describe you as a skeleton who was uglier than an ogre. but the demons whom he tortured for fun before always say that you were the most beautiful existence in the world.

yandere! hero who saw you for the first time and felt as if his world changed. you were beautiful, something that he didn't expected. and for some reason, you managed to awaken something inside him and he didn't know if it's a bad thing or a good one.

as a yandere, he was a delusional and a possessive one. after meeting you, this dude became a certified delulu.

like that one time when you sent one of your generals in a fight with him and his party. he was grinning all the time (which scared your troupe and his party) and was like—

“ the demon king sent you to me because the want to see me in action? ahhhh! they're so cute! very well! i'll give them what they want~”

you were honestly concerned about his mental health. and for the past thousand years and a hundred of heroes you killed in the past— this dude scared you the most.

and for some reasons, yandere! hero managed to infiltrate your castle. but did he kill you? no. did he kill anyone? no. because he knew that it will make you sad. instead, he always leave many gifts outside your room along with a message—

‘ you might be the demon king but you're the angel of my life (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡ ’

seriously. is all humans nowadays are as creepy as him?

for some reasons, this guy made you want to stop the war against the humans so that he can leave you alone.

and that's what you did. but for some fucking reason. the next day, he let your generals catch him and his party. and now, you were on your throne— staring at the supposed to be cool and quiet hero who was looking at you with full of adoration that makes you shudder.

and yandere! hero didn't let this chance pass by. no, he won't let you run away from him. he was stronger than you and he was also strong enough to destroy this chains on his arms and ankles. but he will stay put, for now.

before you could even order your generals to send him and his party back to the empire. you heard something that made your jaw drop, as well as his party's, and your generals'.

“ marry me, ( name )! ”

whoah, whoah. he finally lost it.

where in the hell did you saw a hero like him marrying a demon king?

but you see, he doesn't care and he will not take a no as an answer.

before getting caught by your generals, this dude managed to make the saint (one of the members of his party) set up the crystal that purifies the dark mana (which is basically one of the things that is essential for you and your people) in the middle of your kingdom's capital.

and he, along with the saint was the only one who can control that crystal. so if he wanted, he can kill your people. and without any doubt, he won't be sorry about it.

now, you better choose carefully — your people or a marriage with him? time is ticking, ( name ). and he is slowly losing his patience.

“ i can be a good husband, promise! i'll give you anything you want! money, power, hell— i'll even burn the world for you. so choose me, okay? because i don't want to kill your people, ( name )~ ”

[puppysuh]

since i am stuck in the trenches of ovulation and the d-word is running laps around my brain, YES I WILL. top ten use of my writing skills: writing community pervert lee donghyuck as a daddy dom 🙂‍↕️

(just to clarify i started writing this and THEN had an edible and posted it accidentally whilst off my balls… hope the dear anon that asked me this sees it i dedicate this to you ❤️)

network(s) : @neocity-net

“daddy…”

it slips through your lips whilst he’s eating you out, nails digging into the meat of your ass as he all but drags your pussy to his lips. haechan is a relentless eater, but when he hears you whine that, he stops in his tracks.

“what did you just call me?”

your cheeks begin to heat, partially from the way his fingers slip out of your cunt and move to on your clit, partially from the way his voice drops. haechan doesn’t stop teasing you though, he would never, crooking his fingers on your clit and beginning to rub it in slow circles.

“n-nothin’.” it’s embarrassing, the way it just slipped out, and you clench your legs together in a futile effort to build up the pressure that began to coil in your gut. “haechan-”

your pleading is cut off by a harsh slap to your ass. “that’s not it, princess. what-” your head flops back down into the pillows when he slips his thumb inside, shorter yet thicker than his fingers- “-did you just call me?”

you could whimper. you could cry, scream, beg for him to continue but your lover would never be satisfied. he only wants to hear the words fall from your lips, to fuck you hard and deep enough to have your mind falling apart at the seams. and when he slaps your ass again when you fail to respond, you scream exactly what he wants to hear.

“ah- daddy!” haechan smirks, then scoffs.

“you nasty little freak,” he groans, finally climbing onto the bed only to press his rock hard cock against your irritated skin. “daddy?”

you’re so far gone that you mistake his faux disgust for satisfaction, nodding your head and rubbing your ass against his throbbing erection. “mhm… need daddy to fuck me.”

you awaken something primal in him, something raw and unrestrained, and haechan spreads your ass cheeks apart, marvelling at the way your pussy leaks for him.

“need me to fill you up, princess?” his tone is borderline condescending and you melt, mind going dumb as his fingers on your clit begin to speed up. “gonna call me daddy whilst i blow your back out?”

“y-yeah…” in all honesty, haechan should be surprised. you’ve never sounded so desperate before, but when he begins to tease your leaky seam with his tip, he’s in love with the way your back arches. his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you back on his cock as he begins shallow thrusts into your tight hole.

“that’s it,” he grunts, bathing in the way your moans fill the room. “who’s your daddy, princess?”

“you!” what a pitiful little slut you are, falling apart so quickly from a couple of thrusts. “you’re my daddy, hyuck, fuck-”

“damn fuckin’ right i am.” it’s downright animalistic, the way he sounds, but you love it, cunt squeezing all the more as he fucks you within an inch of your life. “cum for me, baby. cum for your daddy.”

and cum for him you do, arousal drenching the blankets below as you shake against him, eyes rolling into the back of your head and fists clenching as stars flash behind your eyelids.

later that night, you note that calling haechan daddy in bed is bound to get you the best fuck of your life.

a/n : daddy count — 9. might have went a little ooc with this (if you can even use ooc to describe kpop idols… they’re not characters 🤷‍♀️) but my pussy is in agreement with what i’ve written here so i COULD NOT care less

[httpswritings]

sober (+18)

not read proof, but I think it's readable — enjoy it ;) (especially if you like receiver!ale)

It took Alexia one message, «let's see if you can last two weddings in a row» to feel every single cell of her body vibrating.

You weren't going to Lola's wedding because of scheduling reasons, and she understood it, but you could attend the wedding of one of Alexia's lifelong friends, which was being held on Saturday.

You hadn't seen Alexia in one week and a half. The week before, the two of you were too tired to initiate anything physically. The week before, the Champions League final took place, Alexia was left devastated, so nothing happened either.

So it was almost four weeks without feeling her body love yours the way she was only allowed to.

Alexia kept sending you a knowing glance. Both of you knew that your night would be long, reeeally long.

You remained quiet, just sending her a couple of smiles as your answer.

Both of you had a great time, you even saw Alexia dancing, which was weird for her to do in front of a numerous crowd.

You liked watching this version of her. Alexia just being Ale. Having fun and laughing... Always that adorable and squeaky laughter.

Alexia had drunk sparkling water during Lola's wedding, and some Aquarius during her friend's.

She took into consideration the upcoming Eurocup but her priority was to stay as sober and hydrated as possible.

You not only had awakened her desire to be challenged but a fueling passion that had been on pause since the Champions League Final, due to her numbness.

That was typical Alexia. When something went wrong, she shut down in every way possible. Like a wounded animal that reduced her activity to heal and preserve her security, scared of being an easy prey.

Alexia watched the way you moved, making your tight dress accentuate your curves, which was driving her even crazier.

She kept drinking her Aquarius, receiving teasings from people as they joked about how La Reina never loosened her grip.

Only you knew what was up, and that turned Alexia on even more.

When you passed next to her, to get some more water, you decided it was time to tease her a little bit.

"You think you're going to win the challenge, don't you? You're sooo strong, right, baby? Are you going to show it to me tonight?"

She sent you a warning look, as if her eyes had the word careful written in them.

"What? I'm just wondering. I want to prepare myself for what's coming tonight."

You knew Alexia wasn't going to throw you against the mattress. That wasn't her type, especially after a period of time without you.

She was a slow, passionate and mind-blowing woman that made your body hers with every touch, every look, every word.

That's why you were so compatible. Because the routine, that thing that people hated and tried to escape from, was the anchor of your relationship.

You could describe in detail what was going to happen tonight, because you've had the same night for years, and it always felt like the first time together.

The ride home was quiet, partially because you fell asleep midway and Alexia didn't want to wake you up. She liked driving when you were asleep. It grounded her.

She parked and exited the car, went to your door and opened it.

Carefully, she held you tightly, gaining a few sighs from you.

She shushed you. Even if she wanted to wake you up and make love to you, she couldn't help but wish you could stay there, asleep in her arms, as she watched you lovingly.

Alexia left you on the bed, which caused you to wake up.

"No. No. No."

In vain.

You had already opened your eyes a little bit, watching Alexia trying to get you back to sleep, as her dress hugged her body tightly and her hair was already messy from the fun you had at the wedding.

"Go to sleep, mi amor. It's late."

On one hand, you wished you would, but something very little that was gaining traction inside you, told you to stay awake.

The sight of Alexia was enough to ignite the desire for her.

"We had a deal, Ale."

"I know. But you're very tired, princesa. Let's continue this tomorrow, okay?"

"Please, Ale. I've been waiting for this moment every night."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, baby. I want you now."

Alexia searched for certainty in your eyes, that matched the smile that your lips displayed.

"Ale, don't be scared. We can wait until tomorrow if you want, I'm not going to force you to do anything. The deal was just for fun. I'm just saying that if you ask me, I'm willing to continue the fun, with only the two of us."

Your words convinced Alexia, making her start to kiss your neck, earning from you some sounds she found adorable, as her lips tickled your skin.

"You always smell so good, mi amor. So good."

A bite.

And a noise from you.

"This is what you wanted, huh?"

There was it. When Alexia started the dirty talk, you knew she was already in.

"Ye—Yes? Yes, yes. More."

"Is my girl growing impatient? Should I move to my favourite part already? I missed these two," she said lowering her gaze to your breasts.

"I know you did. They're a bit swollen. I'm getting my period next week."

"We'll go slow, okay?"

You nodded, fully trusting Alexia. She knew how to love and take care of a woman. It was in her nature. But when it came to you, it was even more intense, more knowing, everything more in detail.

As Alexia lowered your dress until your waist, she noticed that your breasts looked bigger, and the area around your nipple more swollen, like you said.

She started to leave wet kisses around that area without fully getting there, which she knew it drove you insane.

"My mouth is warm. Maybe it's not the best time to... Put them in there. You need cold—"

"I need you. Alexia, please, I know you're teasing."

Her laughter gave it away.

When you felt your nipple surrounded by her lips, your back arched.

Your hands went directly to her hair, gripping her tightly.

If the feeling of Alexia's mouth was insane, the sight of your breast filling as much as it could Alexia's mouth was intoxicating.

She always exteriorized how much she enjoyed this. Eyes closed, tongue licking, and hands grabbing. She had everything under control.

She gave the other breast the same amount of time and dedication, and you went crazy as cold got to your now unattended nipple.

"Baby..."

"I know, my love. I'll get there eventually. But I haven't even kissed you yet."

You grabbed her under her arms and pulled her until she was just above your face, where a ten-minute make out session took place.

It was hungry, sloppy, and not organized. Tongues moved here and there, making wet sounds from the saliva that went from mouth to mouth.

"Alexia, please, I'm begging you."

"That's playing filthy."

"And you looove to play this way, as long as it's outside the pitch."

You didn't lie at all. Alexia would always want to win, even if it was a silly game card, and if that meant she had to cheat, she'd do it without thinking twice. But when it came to football, the rules changed. She was a woman with a reputation for a reason.

Your hands went to her back, asking for permission to undress her, which she allowed, making her end up in only her panties, which casually were your favourite ones.

The fuchsia ones, which accentuated her tan olive skin and emphasised the brownish blonde hair and hazel eyes. It was truly a delight to see her after a shower, exiting the bathroom with only those panties, hair messy and all.

"I want them off, Alexia."

She noticed your serious tone. You still had that sweetness in you that Alexia loved, you were just trying not to lose it, and she knew it. That's why she wore them, because if you wanted to play, she would enter the game without any hesitation.

Still, Alexia played along. She took them off and in a second, you lowered your body, until your mouth was under her core.

You didn't have to talk. Alexia understood it, so she lowered her body until it reached your lips.

"Joder..."

You could only think about how wet she was, knowing she wouldn't last long.

Your tongue licked every part of her swollen lips, making her get closer and closer to the fullest experience of pleasure.

"Right there, baby, don't fucking move. Please."

It was easy to make Alexia beg, you just had to be lucky in life and you definitely were.

You gripped her thighs as her body began to shake. You knew it was coming. Alexia always squirted in this position. I mean, she could always in any other, but there was something about this one, that made her unable to hold it back.

"I'm coming! Oh, oh, OH."

And just like that, liquid made her exit from her core, ending up in your face and some drops going down your neck.

Alexia needed a few seconds to recover, being almost out of breath.

"Breath, my lovely girl. I'm here."

This one was of Alexia's favourite things from you. She had loving girlfriends, but no one ever matched the way you cared for her after a great orgasm. You always knew what to do, what to say, how to hold her, what to whisper in her ear as you left soft kisses in her front.

"It's... It's amazing how you always know how... just be with me and how I... How I need you..."

You could've teased her about how she was already so tired, but this wasn't the moment for that. She was there, laying in your bare chest, and opening her heart to you.

She drifted off with the sound of you whispering nothing but loving phrases, which she adored. Even after her falling asleep, you kept talking to them, fully convinced that your words would reach her subconscious mind.

"I'll always take care of you, my sweet and loving girl. In every single way possible, and every time. You're safe with me, my love. Sweet dreams."

The aching sensation that had conquered your core, began to disappear, transforming into a blooming sensation from holding Alexia in your arms.

Suddenly, the uncomfortable sensation of your dress contained on the lower part of your back, was not so uncomfortable anymore.

You had Alexia in your arms, and with one last kiss in her hair, you drifted off after a very exciting day.

[claramelooo]

Okaay! I'm really hyperfocused in read Wanda fics! All writers inspired me with their own way to describe her personality, passionately. So, I written a prompt yesterday in a insomnia moment. If you like it, let me know please!

Warning: +18

Contains: manipulation, Mommy issues, Mommy kink, degradation, dirty talk, christian guilty, brat behavior, possessive and obsessive behavior, and more toxic stuffed for sure :)

Read here: Part 1 - Predator

Velvet Chains

Wylie, Texas. A small town where everyone knows each other, and Wanda is the epitome of perfection. Married, with children, and working as a librarian, she is a central figure in the local church and beloved by the neighborhood. With her sweet smiles and gentle eyes, no one suspects the secrets she hides behind her flawless facade.

Inside, Wanda feels an emptiness she can’t seem to fill. She has done everything right – married the proper man, had children, upheld the values of her community – yet something vital seems to be missing. What exactly, she doesn’t know… until the day she sees you for the first time.

You are the daughter of a neighborhood couple who has just returned from boarding school. With your shy demeanor mixed with a subtle rebelliousness, you catches Wanda’s attention during a church gathering. There’s something in your presence, the spark in your youthful eyes, that ignites a long-forgotten flame within Wanda. Youth. Freedom. Everything she has never truly experienced.

At first, Wanda tries to ignore her fascination. It’s just curiosity, isn’t it? But the way you move, your carefree and subtly provocative nature, begins to invade Wanda’s thoughts. Soon, she’s finding excuses to get closer – a visit to your parents, an invitation to help at the library, or even offering “motherly” advice during church meetings.

For you, Wanda’s presence is equally perplexing. There’s something magnetic about the older woman: a mix of maternal warmth and an intensity that’s almost unsettling. While Wanda seems to provide comfort, her words and lingering gazes carry a tension that makes your heart race. She feels things she has never felt before – and, without realizing it, starts to succumb to Wanda’s subtle control.

Wanda’s obsession grows. Every rebellious act by you – a bold remark, a deliberate tardiness – only draws her in further, awakening instincts she thought she had buried long ago. She wants to teach, correct, mold you. She wants to see you surrender, not just physically but emotionally.

And you, caught in a game of power she doesn’t fully understand, begins to yield. Wanda oscillates between tenderness and discipline, between praise and sharp words, wielding her authority to explore the darkest desires in both of them.

In a dynamic rife with psychological tension, discipline, and forbidden discoveries, you and Wanda tread a fine line between passion and ruin. How far can this game go before they’re both consumed by the flames they’ve ignited?

~*~

So?

[writingsfrombeyondthegrave]

Opposites Attract

Astrid Deetz x Fem!Reader

Summary- You had been a psychic ever since you were a child, but recently you had been overwhelmed by how many spirits were contacting you, giving you no time to yourself anymore. Seeking out Lydia Deetz, you go to her home for advice.

Requested by @perfectartisanwerewolf

Warnings- Ghosts, probably some timeline issues, morbid facts, talking about the afterlife, more of my ghost facts (Tell me when you're getting sick of them)

When you met the Deetz family, it was several years after the whole "Ghost House" incident. They had always been kind to you and your family.

The ghosts in Winter River were more plentiful than most people knew. It happened to be a very quiet and uneventful town, but your life never had a dull moment here. You were constantly sought out after Lydia had moved. Now the deceased flocked to you for guidance.

Apparently, they described your psychic abilities as "A shining light in the never-ending darkness". Which would be flattering if they hadn't always been around you for every second of your day. Some spirits followed you to the grocery store, to school, and even sat at your desk while you were sleeping, waiting for you to awaken.

You wanted to help them; you really did. It was just that the only privacy you got now a days was when you excused yourself to use the facilities.

Recently there had been a death in the Deetz family, so Lydia had returned to town with her daughter to attend the funeral and help her stepmother, Deelia. It was like a saving grace to have someone else help with the spirits around the place.

Walking up the giant hill to their home with a stack of books in your hand was proving difficult, but you needed Lydia's help desperately. You waited patiently after knocking on their door, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

Lydia welcomed you into their home with a smile. After making your way to the couch and placing your books on the table, you took a quick look around the room. There were still many of Deelia's sculptures, most of them unsettling to say the very least.

Your attention shifted back to Lydia as she sat across from you. Talking about ghosts with anyone else might have been awkward, but not with her. She was almost like a second mother to you.

Even now as you sat in the house, you could sense spirits lingering just outside your line of sight.

"I agree, it can be overwhelming, you just need to learn how to set boundaries with them." She explained simply and you nodded.

"I thought I did, but I guess I could try and be sterner with them?"

Her smile grew and you both turned as you heard footsteps descending the staircase. Astrid was in the middle of putting on her sweater to leave the house when she stopped and stared at you, as if in a trance. You smiled and offered her a small wave, trying to be polite.

Your smile awakened something in Astrid. Like a light at the end of a tunnel. A breath of fresh air, or a missing puzzle piece to finally complete a part of herself that had been missing for years. The world faded as all she could focus on was you. She snapped out of it with a cough, finally making her way to stand in the living room with you both.

Lydia introduced you and in turn introduced her daughter, Astrid. It took a moment for her to regain her composure before she muttered an almost completely quiet "Hi."

On the inside, her heart pounded against her chest, but she fought to remain uninterested in anything that involved her mother. Especially now that it seemed like a complete stranger could easily occupy her mother's attention without even trying. It was frustrating.

It was an odd experience, how you made her heart pound. She wasn't sure if it was from jealousy or something more, so she opted to ignore it and continue her journey out the door.

A frown grazed your lips, confused by her behavior before you shifted back to continue your conversation from before. Lydia spoke up first. "Astrid can't see ghosts like we can. The living ignore the strange and unusual."

That didn't seem to brighten up your mood even in the slightest.

"You're saying Mrs. bright eyes can also supposedly see ghosts? Great, here I thought she seemed normal. Is there anyone normal in this town?" Astrid scrunched her nose and picked at her food as she sat at the kitchen table.

"Whatever makes us more money, maybe she could be on your show Lydia!" Deelia smiled as she continued eating, only half paying attention to their conversation.

"Maybe you would be more interested if you talked to her about it, Astrid. It could be good for you to have some friends in this town." Lydia suggested, trying to stray away from yet another argument with her daughter.

"Ghosts are everywhere, you may even see one without even realizing it. Have you ever seen someone walking on the side of the street, but when you look back they're gone?" You smiled; your books open in front of you as you spoke enthusiastically to Astrid.

You sat in her room, a stark contrast from your own. While you liked the paranormal and macabre, her room seemed more... gloomy.

Did you know how much light you radiated? Or the shimmer that appeared in your gorgeous eyes whenever you spoke about this mumbo jumbo? Astrid didn't care for spirits or the paranormal. She believed it was all fake, but the way you spoke to her and the way you looked, she swore she would follow you anywhere.

She simply nodded, trying to snap out of that trance you put her in. Sometimes she believed you must've been a witch instead of a psychic, because how had you possibly gained so much power over her cold heart?

"Are there any here now? You know, ghosts?" her eyebrow raised curiously, just thinking of an excuse for you to speak more.

"I know there is one here, but I haven't been able to place it. It's a male energy."

"Do you use candles or sprinkle some paprika on stuff for rituals?"

Her enthusiasm was great, if not a bit misplaced and incorrect. Your smile widened as you laughed, a freeing sound.

"I've been talking forever, how about you tell me something you're interested in? I know you don't care about this stuff"

Astrid froze, fearing that you caught her. She cleared her throat and blushed softly, looking away as she wracked her brain for anything interesting to say. "Did you know that Mount Everest has a certain area called 'Rainbow Valley' because of all the multicolored jackets and climbing gear that's still attached to the mummified corpses of those who failed to get to the top and froze to death?"

Your head tilted and silence loomed between you both before she spoke again.

"A cult leader named Jim Jones poisoned 918 people by forcing them to drink Kool-Aid mixed with cyanide, chloral hydrate, valium and Phenergan. It was considered one of the largest intentional losses of life since 9/11." She continued talking, trying her best to fill the silence.

Your giggles made her stop digging a deeper hole for herself. You looked amused and not terrified in the least. "Why Kool-Aid?"

"Probably because it was the cheapest" Astrid smiled wide at you, happy that you didn't see her as some sort of creep.

The next morning, Astrid was determined to gain more information about spirits, wanting another chance to spend time with you. She even went as far as to ask her mother for help, which she would deny until the end of her days.

Surprisingly, it wasn't as painful as she thought it would be. It was actually nice to have a common interest. Or so Lydia thought at least. Meanwhile she was interested in you, and not in fact her mother's psychic abilities.

By the time you showed up at her house, she opened the door to you and smiled softly, gesturing for you to come inside. She soon regretted that action as if you would think she was a dork for gesturing like a ringleader in some cheesy circus movie.

You didn't seem to notice her inner turmoil, simply enjoying the fact that she invited you back, saying she had something to share with you.

Sitting on her bed with your legs crossed, you leaned your head in your hand as you gave her your full attention. Everything you did seemed to light a spark in her chest.

"I learned some stuff about ghosts and wanted to run it by you. Maybe I could add it in with my history facts" Astrid spoke with a little more enthusiasm, as if excited to share with you.

She took a deep breath as she tried remembering all of the things her mother had previously told her. "Is it true that there are different types of ghosts? And that they're not all humans?"

You nod your head and sit up a little straighter. "Yes. There are many different classifications of ghosts, including non-human ghosts that never had a soul. Those may include poltergeists, which are simply manifestations of negative energy in a certain space. Thats why you can't communicate intelligently with a poltergeist, because they have no soul or sense of being. They're just energy."

That actually caught her attention, maybe the paranormal wasn't as fake as she thought it was. How could someone possibly come up with a lie that detailed in such a short amount of time? She sat beside you and resisted the urge to kiss you right there and then. Never in her life has she been attracted to someone simply because of their interests and passion when speaking about them.

"Will you go uh... ghost hunting with me at Dracula's castle this summer? I was planning on going there alone after... after my dad passed away. But I'd like you there."

You smiled brightly and wrapped your arms around her shoulders, hugging her tightly. "I would love to"

Bonus:

Lydia stood a careful distance away from Astrid's bedroom door. She wanted to give her daughter some privacy, but she was overjoyed to see the smile return to Astrid's face. The one that had been lost since her father.

She argued that it was to see what about you made her so happy. As she leaned in closer, she heard a gruff voice behind her, making her jump.

"Thats our daughter alright" He spoke, munching on a bucket of popcorn. He leaned against the wall smugly, watching Lydia with a smirk.

Her smile vanished as she stared him down. "Beetl-" She began to utter before he waved his hand dismissively.

"Alright, alright. Your Kid" He huffed out an annoyed sigh before vanishing.

A/N- I finally finished writing this one and I hope that it's to your liking! I tried my best. Usually, I base the reader off of myself to make writing it easier but I tried to switch it up a bit this time.

Thank you all for your patience with me writing this, and I'm sorry for the delay.

Please send in more requests! Next I will be working on a lost boys fic and the second part to the tom riddle series

Credits-

Book Divider- @firefly-graphics

Green swirl divider- @anitalenia

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Taglist: @mirage018

[tateypots]

The Shower

18+ MDNI

Pairing : Dark!Joel Miller x f!reader (sorry no Tommy in this one).

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: Ok so I'd like everyone to take a second to appreciate the amazing new Collared moodboard/banner (not sure of the correct terminology) that was sent to me as a gift by the completely wonderful @aurorawritestoescape/@not-a-unique-snowflake-blog. I think we can all agree that it's totally awesome!

I'm so insanely touched that she took the time out to create something so beautiful for my story and I thought as a thank you I would drop an extra little Collared chapter.

When I was writing the last chapter (before the story got away from me and derailed all my plans) I actually drafted out a version of the shower scene that Joel tells Tommy about. And as the bare bones were already drafted I have fleshed it out to be it's own chapter. So this will sit between Surrender and Uncle Tommy's Mistake. I hope you enjoy.

Please note that the moodboard is for aesthetics only, reader is never described past having boobs and a vagina. For more information on the series moodboards please refer to this post.

Warnings: Non-con, dark!Joel, kidnapping, Daddy kink, talk of squirting (Joel not really having a clue how it works), restraints, joint showering, oral (f!receiving), masturbation (m), cum eating.

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You awaken from your nap to Joel pulling out of you, your pussy aching at the prolonged stretch of having him inside you. A small whimper escapes before you’re even fully aware of what is happening.

“I know baby, I know. It’s a lotta cock for your little pussy to hold inside for so long hmm?”

You nod against his chest, still fully lying atop him “yes Daddy.”

Joel’s cock throbs at hearing that name fall from you with such ease after months of resistance. Before he can get carried away he rolls you off him onto your back on the bed and gets up with a groan.

“Need to clean us both up baby, you made a big mess,” he tells you, basking in the memory of your little pussy squirting all over him. He was surprised how arousing he’d found it. It was never something he’d given much thought in the before but fuck, how he’d enjoyed knowing he’d pushed you to the pinnacle of pleasure.

You pull your knees to your chest and tuck your head in, aiming to make yourself as small as possible, raw with vulnerability after finally surrendering yourself to Joel.

“I’m sorry Daddy, I didn’t mean to,” you whimper, worried you’re about to get in trouble, “I don’t know what happened, I’ve never wet myself before. I’m so sorry Daddy, please don’t be mad at me!”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he soothes, crouching down to tug your face up to look at him. “I ain’t mad at you baby, you made Daddy so happy with what you did. C’mere,” he sits on the bed and drags you into his lap. “You didn’t wet yourself baby, you squirted, you know what that means?”

You shake your head timidly at him as he strokes your arm and you sink into his embrace. He wasn’t entirely sure on the mechanics of it himself but seeing your confused little face peering up at him the urge to soothe you burned through him, even if he had to bluff a little in order to do it.

“Well, you know how wet your little pussy gets when Daddy’s makin’ you feel good? Well some special girls, like you, when they feel especially good, their pussies can squirt out some of that wetness. That’s why it made me so happy baby, showed me how much you were enjoyin’ yourself.”

“Oh,” was all you could think to reply, not really sure what to make of what he was telling you, still unsure as to whether to be embarrassed or not. It had felt really good but you couldn’t help but feel a little betrayed by your body again. You had started to bare yourself emotionally to Joel, still a little scared and unsure but it seemed like your body was refusing to hold anything back. It would not keep any secrets from him.

He watched your face scrunch up as you contemplated his explanation. God he loved how innocent you were. You’d clearly led a very sheltered existence pre-outbreak and now he got to teach you everything you’d been missing out on. His cock throbs again at the thought.

He placed you back on the bed, getting up and disappearing into his room briefly and returning with the key to your collar.

“Come on baby, lets take a shower, get all cleaned up.”

He kept a hand tight around your bicep as he unlocked you. It’s not really necessary, there’s no way you’d attempt anything. You couldn’t beat him in a fight. And even if you were fast enough to slip away from him you wouldn’t survive long outside, naked in the freezing temperatures. And that’s without the added complication of also managing to slip past Tommy. But Joel refuses to take any risks with you after all the progress he’s made so his grip remains tight and bruising.

Guiding you into the bathroom he sits you down on the toilet, closing and locking the door behind him before turning on the shower head and waiting for the water to heat up. Once it was warm enough he guides you under the stream before climbing in after you.

You relax in the heat of the water, enjoying the comforting patter of it on your skin as Joel hastily washes himself behind you. Before long you feel his big soapy hands on you, making sure he captures every inch of skin on your back half before pulling you back into his chest to reach around you and repeat the process over your front. His hands linger on your breasts, squeezing and massaging softly before tweaking the nipples. You moan at his ministrations, pangs of arousal shooting to your core, so pleasurable despite your poor, abused pussy aching with every pulse and throb. You feel Joel harden behind you as his hands drop lower. He pushes your top half against the wall, bending you slightly at the waist and takes the shower head from the bracket to rinse off your seam. This is typically the point of your shower that whichever brother has the job of washing you would fuck you hard against the tiles. You brace yourself for it but instead Joel replaces the shower head and kneels behind you, planting a kiss on each ass cheek before spreading them to inspect your pussy.

“She’s all red and swollen baby. She sore?”

You sniffle out a quiet “yes,” hoping he’ll take pity on you. And he does in a way.

“Don’ worry baby, Daddy’s goin’ to kiss this all better.”

Before you can even question what he means he starts placing soft little kisses on your pussy. You startle at the contact, a shocked little cry escaping you.

“Daddy what are you doing?!” you gasp, unable to fathom why he would want to put his mouth on you there.

“Mmm baby, Daddy needs a taste of you,” he mumbles into your folds, continuing to leave kisses around your entrance and over your lips.

“Daddy it’s dirty!”

“Ain’t dirty baby, bet you taste so fuckin’ sweet. It’ll feel good baby I promise, just trust Daddy k?”

He doesn’t wait for a response before slowly easing his fat tongue inside you, swirling it around before retreating and pressing in again. You can’t deny it feels incredible but you can’t help but feel uneasy at this new form of debauchery you’re being introduced to. Your head spins, the pleasure and the anxiety at war within you.

“I was right baby, you are fuckin’ delicious,” he babbles before pushing into you again.  

He slowly tongue fucks you for a few minutes and in the recesses of your brain you register how tender he’s being, how careful he is not to worsen the ache caused by his cock. He’s being kind to you. That thought alone has your heartrate soaring.

He withdraws his tongue from inside you and kisses his way down to your clit. You moan at the sensation of his tongue gently laving over it, swirling around it in ever decreasing circles before starting the maddening circuit again.

When he feels your clit start to throb under his tongue he starts alternating his little licks with softly sucking the swollen nub between his lips. It doesn’t take long for the pressure to build within you. He can see your poor little pussy clenching around nothing and with a shudder and a cry you come for him. His tongue abandons your little bundle of nerves when he sees your arousal starting to leak out of you. He gently circuits your entrance before easing the hot, wet muscle back inside of you, careful not to waste a drop of your sweetness.

With a groan and a final kiss to your clit Joel detaches himself from your pussy. Standing he turns you to face him and pushes you to your knees. Gripping his angry, leaking cock in his massive hand and stroking it with urgency.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out baby.”

You hesitate for a beat before following his instruction. He growls at the sight of you on your knees for him, mouth ready and waiting. He can’t wait for the day he can sink into the wet heat of it. But he’d promised Tommy. Promised that Tommy’s cock would be the first in your mouth. This would have to be enough for now.

With a moan his balls tighten and ropes of his hot seed spurt over your face and tongue. You try to flinch away but Joel catches you with his free hand keeping you in place

“Keep that tongue out baby, be a good girl, stay right there.”

With a grunt he finishes emptying his balls on your tongue.

“Ya look so pretty all painted baby,” he tells you as he gently rubs his thumb over your cheekbone, smearing his cum over your skin.

“Now, swallow.”

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[thissortofsorcery]

Thinking about how insufferably smug billy would be once he realised he was Steve’s bi-awakening 😌

Oh he WOULD be. He's so obsessed with Steve - crush at first sight - that when he hears the Steve never really thought about guys before Billy started grinding up on him during basketball practice...

Imagine it like this: after they get together, Billy kind of assumes that Steve must have at least fumbled around with a guy before - but that's mostly due to Tommy's obvious jealousy rather than anything Steve does. Though the lack of a freakout (because monsters) is a little sus too.

And then, one day Steve is like in a reflective mood. They're cuddling on the living room couch, Billy's back to Steve's chest, snug in between Steve's long legs. Steve's stroking a hand over Billy's naked torso, feeling him up a little because obviously, and Billy hums, stretches his back and looks back at Steve, says:

"You really like my chest, huh."

Steve's hand pauses over Billy's left right pec, thumb brushing over a nipple, making Billy twitch. There's a pause before he answers, and his voice is soft and mellow.

"Yeah," Steve says. "I mean, it's a really nice chest."

Billy laughs. "I know." He licks his lips. "What do you like about it?" He asks, and he tells himself it's because he wants to hear Steve say how hot he is, and not due to any lingering insecurities about being the first guy Steve's dated.

Steve breathes deep, and Billy's body moves with it, like they're one.

"I like that it's firm," Steve says, running his fingers lightly over Billy's sternum. "I like how wide it is. I like your nipples. Round and brown." Steve's pinky brushes over Billy's nipple, light as a feather, and Billy shivers. "I like how hard you work on it."

Billy turns his head to stare resolutely ahead, willing his face to cool because he's sure he's bright red. Steve's hand is distracting, and his words wash over Billy like cool ocean water, lighting him up from the inside and settling something warm deep in his chest.

"Careful, Harrington," Billy goads. "Or I might think you like me, or something."

Steve's breath is a huff against Billy's ear.

"I mean, I do. Thought it was obvious," Steve says. "You know I'd never thought about a guy like this before I met you."

Steve says it off-handedly, like it's common knowledge, but Billy can't hold in a surprised gasp, breath hitching at the very idea.

"I thought-"

"Thought what?" Steve asks, nose brushing over the shell of Billy's ear like he has no idea what it's doing to Billy's dick.

"You and Tommy never...?"

And Steve laughs, the fucker. "Tommy? No, man." His voice goes a little quiet. "You're the first guy I ever saw and thought like... 'Wow. He's gorgeous. I wonder what his lips taste like.' You know?"

"Yeah," Billy says, hand squeezing around Steve's knee. He knows the feeling a little too well, though Steve was far from the first guy he looked at with interest. But he is the prettiest, and he's by far the nicest guy he's been with, hands down, enough that sometimes Billy wonders what he did to deserve a guy like Steve. To deserve the kind of relationship they have.

It can only be described as wonder, the feeling that spreads through his chest, warm and fluttery. It's Billy who turned Steve's head, who pulled his pigtails until Steve paid attention, who plagued Steve's thoughts. Billy's the guy for whom Steve decided to get on his knees for the first time, who gets dicked down regularly and cuddled with in equal measure. Billy put in the work to get his attention and it paid off.

Suck it, Tommy.

"You couldn't resist me, huh?" Billy says, kind of joking and kind of not. "Couldn't wait to get a piece of me."

Steve huffs a laugh against Billy's ear again. "Nope."

"I mean, I am the best ass in Hawkins," Billy goes on. "We've established that."

"Sure have."

"When did you realize you wanted me?" Billy asks, all smug. "Was it during basketball? Shirt off, all sweaty all over your back?"

"You smiled at me," Steve says, and Billy feels like he's been hit over the head. "I mean, the real one. With the dimples. After we won that last game in December. You smiled at me, and I really wanted to kiss you."

"Oh," Billy says. "All I had to do was smile at you?" He feels a little big indignant, but he'll take it.

"Yeah," Steve says. "I mean, I was looking during basketball practice. It was a little rough trying to play with a half-chub all the time."

"How do you think I felt?" Billy grumbles. "With those tiny shorts of yours?"

"You like my shorts."

"Yeah, I like the shorts, that's beside the point." Billy wriggles around until he's laying on his stomach, chest to chest with Steve. "You wanted me," he says, lips stretched in a smile so wide it shows all his teeth.

"Yeah," Steve says. "I did."

Steve brushes away a curl from Billy's face, finger poking at the dimple on his cheek. Billy has no choice but to kiss him.

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Not sure this was what you had in mind but I had to do it!

[laswells-ashtray]

Soooo because I can't write this properly, so I'm entrusting you with this.

Nik hurt Price comfort.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

Nikolai knows he isn't a young man anymore.

He hears men in their twenties make internet references that go over his head, they all sound like gibberish but apparently, they're humorous to surrounding 20-something year old men.

There are specks of grey starting to appear when he lets his stubble grow out and one stubborn steel strand behind his left ear that he can't seem to hide when he tucks his hair back.

But the excruciating sharp pain that spreads throughout his knee more often than not when he gets out of bed in the morning is a slap in the face to the man he once was.

Realistically he'd always known that the work he does would catch up with him but something about taking that extra minute in the morning just so that he can move without his right knee going out from under him is humiliating.

It isn't just his age, old injuries have a way of making themselves known but it would seem that the older he gets, the longer the list of pains that ail him.

Nikolai is a grown man, he can admit that it awakens an insecurity inside of him that he thought buried. Is he still good enough for John? He had proven himself many years ago but he no longer has the same vitality and agility that he had so often taken for granted.

John is a man in his prime. When did he pass his?

There are many things that a man can ponder whilst waiting to regain the full use of his right knee and yet Nikolai always seems to fall back into that swirling pool of shame and self-doubt. He has yet to find a way out of the water without letting himself drown, choking back into awareness.

One hand rests on the edge of his nightstand, holding him steady as he keeps his weight on his left leg. It's a practised routine by now.

Curling his toes into the carpeted floor beneath him acts as a source of amusement, it is one of few actions that can offer him a distraction as he waits out the aching.

John's string of curses as he batters his pinky off of the doorway is as close to a greeting as he'll receive, he believes that the phrase Sergeant MacTavish would use to describe his partner's ordeal is Fucked It.

The captain somehow manages to overcome his anguish as he approaches Nikolai, stopping in front of him and offering his knee a look of contempt as if the joint had assaulted him personally.

When will it become an inconvenience to him? A flaw that he just can't see past.

"Still playing up?"

He offers John a reluctant nod, there's no use in denying the obvious.

"Why not sit down? It's clearly worse than usual and you're only doing yourself more harm standing, give it a bit of time as you sit down then try to walk around again later."

John's suggestion is deliberately gentle and by the look on his face, Nikolai knows that he's expecting a fight. Maybe he expects the pilot to blow up at him like he has before on one of his worst days, a memory that causes guilt to hack away at what little parts he has that remain undamaged.

Instead, he lowers himself onto the edge of their bed and pretends to miss John's obvious relief.

The other man is quick to park himself beside Nikolai only to fall back until he's sprawled on top of the duvet, fingers hooked on the edge of the mattress as he stares up at their ceiling.

"Back's fucked today. Was thinking of staying in for a bit but if neither of us are up to it then we could go for a lazy day. Bed and Bond, best way to go."

He glances down at his partner, catching the faint grimace on his face as he tries to shift his weight off of the lower left side of his back.

"Okay."

For both of their sakes, he can succumb to his desire for laziness in the name of pain relief.

"C'mere, lie down with me. Can get a catnap in if I've got a good-looking man in my bed and he'll let me use him as a pillow."

The sincerity in John's tone is almost sickening, as is the warm look as he lifts his head just to admire Nikolai. There's an undeniable honesty about the devotion that the other man dedicates to him, his very existence even in its worst state is something that John cherishes. It almost makes him feel bad for doubting them both.

So, he nudges John's shoulder and waits for the other man to settle back onto the side of the bed that he had abandoned only an hour ago before he makes the move to lie down. The pain in his knee is no longer torturous, throbbing lessened to a mere irritation.

The pilot feigns exasperation almost as well as the captain often hides it. "Flattery will gain you nothing."

In lieu of responding, John just plants his face on one of his tits and nuzzles into his chest hair.

[cult-of-the-rizz]

I was talking to my bestie @cultoftheswag on vc and the neurons started firing after watching the sin cutscene, so, theories on secondary aspects of each crown (long post) (maybe insane sounding and barely readable):

This all started off as theorizing that the sin snake is actually the being inside the crown (not a god but more like the crown is sentient) that has finally woken due to lamb's accumulated power. Expanding on that theorizes all crowns have a sentience, but based on this line, not all of the crown bearers awakened their crowns:

Bestie (Swag) pointed out that the only other crown with 2 aspects was the purple crown, Shamura, who has both war and knowledge. With the previous theory, it means that Shamura awakened their crown and brought forth the secondary domain; knowledge.

Which leads me to the brain worm thought of "what are the other crown's secondary aspects?" Well.

Lock the fuck in cuz I did

Each crown has 2 aspects that follow the same pattern:

The primary aspects of green, yellow, blue and purple are all sub categories of the red crown (chaos, famine, disease and war all bring death) and the same can be said for the mirrored aspect (order, abundance, health and peace all bring life)

There is also a pattern in the primary aspects of 4 being solid events (famine, disease, war, death AND order, abundance, health, life) and one conceptual (chaos and peace)

With this in mind, all secondary aspects might be sub categories of the red crown's secondary aspect, sin. Except, knowledge isn't a sin, so like what the fuck, right? Ok but what if I told you that knowledge isn't the sinful aspect of the purple crown, but the opposite of it.

The sin snake mentions being able to control and use the sins of your followers and that you alone, as their god, is capable of forgiving them or letting them be taken over by sin. This would mean that the mirror aspect of sin would be absolution. If the purple crown's aspect of knowledge isn't the sin, then knowledge is the path of absolution of a sin. A sin like deceit and deception.

This still doesn't bring me any closer to figuring out the other crowns but I will not be defeated. Upon a little bit of shallow research, there appears to be the concept of mortal sins in Christianity/Christo aligned faith. Excluding the seven deadly sins from the list of mortal sins and anything faith related (because it would be pointless if a crown's sin power was to make you not believe in your god. Like, that would suck. It would kill the crown's own cult which which bishop derives their power from.)

That leaves the following aspects: murder, adultery and theft. Since Shamura's secondary aspect is confirmed to be knowledge, the mirror aspect has to be deceit even though it is not a named mortal sin. Though, I'm fairly certain lying and being untruthful would generally be considered a sin in most religious settings.

All three fall into the same pattern as the primary aspects:

Murder, adultery, theft, deceit are all forms of sin, while the opposite aspects, repentance, loyalty, charity and knowledge are all ways to absolve or correct those sins. The red crown still holds dominion over the others.

Murder, adultery, theft and deceit/ repentance, charity, knowledge and absolution are solid events where sin and loyalty are conceptual aspects.

So now onto who has what, which secondary aspects belong to which crown. This is just my working theory but after thinking about it for a while, I think I have it.

Leshy/ the green crown has the primary aspect of chaos/order and secondary aspect of murder and repentance. Though Leshy may not have awakened his crown to learn this, it would makes sense if Darkwood cultists remembered that murder is favored by the green crown. Hence why Darkwood is so incredibly full of bodies plastered ritualistically on trees.

Heket/ the yellow crown has the primary aspect of famine/abundance and the secondary aspect of adultery and loyalty. Idk how to describe it, but something about abundance feels like it would fit well with adultery, like the overconsumption and joy of prosperity leading to immorality, resulting in a punishing famine that forces loyalty upon Anura's denizens.

Kallamar/ the blue crown has the primary aspect of disease/health and the secondary aspect of theft and charity. We all KNOW Kallamar was not charitable ok. Anchordeep's temple was said to be beautiful and covered in opulent crystals and gold. He may have acted charitable to his devoted followers but in a "ooooh I'll give your struggling village a beautiful crystal statue of me to pray to, isn't that nice?" kind of way.

Though, neither Leshy, Heket or Kallamar successfully awakened their crowns, I feel like the aspects would still be a part of their domains and personalities. Even Narinder may not have been able to awaken his crown, but due to the fact that he was imprisoned and weakened through lack of faith powering the crown (credit to Swag who said this as I'm typing this whole post live on discord) (Swag says hi!!!!!)

Also as a side note, maybe the other crowns manifest as objects related to their other aspect. Clearly the red crown is a snake cuz, sin, but perhaps Shamura's would a divine book or if we stayed with the animal theme, an owl. (shoutout to me and swag losing our shit over "leshy's is a glock" and "kallamar's are airpods cuz they're overpriced and always get stolen")

This was not part of my original theory, but it came to mind joking about Kallamar's divine blue crown airpods, but what if Narinder's damage to his siblings is what kept the other three from awakening their crowns? Like, it damaged them as vessels of their crowns enough they were no longer seen as worthy to awaken them. That would make Narinder a huge bitch but what else is new tbh.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

Love In Chains (Lion El'Jonson, Angron)

Summary: Your presence calms the bestial and bloodthirsty nature of the two primarchs. Unfortunately they have a completely different ways of obtain you.

Lion El'Jonson/fem!Reader, Angron/fem!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, kidnapping

Word count: 1116

Song: Tiamat - Love In Chains

Honestly, I don't know if it turned out well. Was I able to convey at least a little the characters of the primarchs in love? And who did it best? These two are a complete mystery to me.

This feeling was like a sea breeze. Cool gentle wind. The rustling of leaves and the scent of a thousand flowers... Angron had never experienced any of these while he was a slave. But his brothers and sisters often used such expressions to describe something beautiful. And serene. Calm.

It was you.

One of the many serfs who were brought to Ullanor. Small and fragile compared to the primarch, you did not cause irritation. You didn’t interfere, no, he was glad to have fleeting meetings with you. For in the first years after the nails he experienced relief.

For the first time, he could not strain all his muscles, concentrate his mind to cope with the pain. A disgusting pain that consumed his entire soul. Until he entered into battle, saluting his real and dead brothers and sisters screaming their name and speel blood of his enemies.

But you awakened in Angron something forgotten that had been with him since birth. What the slave owners of Nuceria took from him. What the Emperor and his primarchs perverted and humiliated. What his Legion did not expect from him. Something that was buried deep inside him under rage and bloodlust. Empathy. Humanity. The desire to take care of someone. Protect and value.

To love.

He can barely restrain himself when he dares to approach you. He is afraid of. Afraid that he will hurt you. That he can't contain his rage. Because of the pain running throughout the body due to nails. But you calm him down just by your presence and the primarch pulls himself together.

“Clean my armor” - no, he should not order. He doesn't want to see you scared. You were a serf, but you are not a slave. - "I need help."

You noticeably relax and a wave of peace rolls over Angron, almost making him want to moan. He had so few moments of peace in his life. Only with brothers and sisters, when they licked each other's wounds. When they applied signs to each other. When they clung to each other in the mountains, intoxicated by the long-awaited freedom.

You were not a warrior. But that's fine. He treated all the slaves from Nuceria well. Besides, why feel rage towards the original weaklings? Only weak and cowardly warriors deserve his wrath. But not you. You helped. You healed.

It's complicated. Try to start a conversation and win over. Angron showed concern for the weak even now in this state. But almost no one saw it. And these were such rare moments. Now he wants to repay you in full with the kindness of your presence.

And you open up to him. Not immediately, gradually. But this is enough for the primarch. And when you agree to his offer to serve him personally on the Conqueror... in that brief moment, he barely feels the nails.

Sheer bliss.

Which smoothly turned into uncontrollable rage when the World Eater learned that you had been taken. You've been kidnapped. They took you away without asking your opinion or Angron’s. They took it away like a thing.

And when the frightened serf admits that it was Lion El'Jonson, something in Angron breaks. He did not want to kill the unfortunate servant. But he couldn't contain his rage at losing you.

He had never been in so much pain.

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When Lion saw you, he immediately knew that he wanted you. And he will get you. It doesn’t matter what your background was, your opinion and what others think. He sees, he takes. Although the fact that you turned out to be a serf turned out to be a pleasant bonus.

You should have known by now to obey. It's not like El'Jonson would have any more trouble if you resisted. He might even like it. Or not. It doesn’t matter, because the result will be the same. You're in his bed.

He imagined you shrinking from his massive figure and squeaking like a mouse while he loved you. No meaningless and useless words that people used. Simple and understandable copulating. The best way to show affection.

And Lion really liked you.

All so pretty. A funny girl. You followed the instructions immediately and absolutely perfectly. How the primarch loved. It's like you were made for him. Suitable to him. Like your neck, rounded hips, seductive waist. Fragile and delicate compared to him, you would have perished in the forests of Caliban in a matter of seconds.

But he wouldn't let that happen. He would protect you. He would bring you food and cover you with wool. He would share shelter with you and bring you gifts. Intricate pine cones, beautiful flowers, monsters heads. He would shed so much blood, kill so many animals so that you would see his power. And realized that he is the best defender. He is your knight.

Perhaps someday the primarch will show you his home, but first the primarch had to fulfill his duty to the Emperor. Set off to conquer new worlds in a Crusade. One order and his servants are already taking you away despite your pathetic attempts to explain to them that you must serve the World Eaters.

Are you stupid?

Although you are a serf. Probably yes.

Well, it’s fine, Lion will love you just like that. You’re even cute while you’re crying and begging him to let you go to Angron. Silly and cute mouse. One day the Emperor told the primarch a story about a lion and a mouse. El'Jonson didn't like it. And now he doesn't like it either. But now, remembering the work of the ancient Terran writer, he cannot help but frown.

You cringe even more and ask him to stop tearing your clothes. No, well, you're definitely in trouble. Just like that, you beg him to make you his. With these eyes, these lips. Why do all animals have beautiful males, but human females are so much more seductive than men? This is stupid.

And Lion is stupid.

He has given up. Because of your look, your voice. That incredible feeling of calm that comes from you. You reek of peace. Stink of serenity. Something he could never experience in the forests of Caliban. Could never get one in the Crusade. But now he has you.

The little mouse is already sobbing quietly while the lion presses her in the bed. The primarch cannot stop squeezing you in his arms, consuming your body with his heat. Inhaling the smell of your hair and listening to your breath. Merging with you like an animal hugs its prey. Which is what you are. Only Lion will leave you alive.

He had never been so calm.

[yupuffin]

I think the aspect of the 2.7 story that felt most impactful to me was something that was previously addressed in the Penacony main story, but was reemphasized and expanded upon with Sunday being the narrative focus of this update:

Sunday is scared.

His motivation to protect the people and things important to him -- Robin is an excellent example -- manifests as a desire for control, to eliminate potential dangers. This motivation is based in fear; he's afraid to lose what he has to factors beyond his control, like the bullet that nearly took his sister's life.

And part of the "true paradise" he longs for involves preventing the sense of powerlessness that accompanies that fear. He believes that humanity sleeps because "we are afraid to awaken from our dreams." Indeed, the appeal of the "sweet dream" of Penacony is freedom from the uncontrollable and inevitable tragedies of the waking world.

It's part of what made him such an effective villain in the Penacony arc; even though you may disagree vehemently with his actions, you can understand with and sympathize the rationale behind them. In his mind, absolute control over the Dreamscape -- the elimination of frightening unknowns -- is the most effective way to keep everyone safe and happy. However, this undermines the real freedom and autonomy of the affected populace, many of whom are unaware of the Dreamscape's true nature.

In the 2.7 update, Sunday is "nerfed after turning into a good guy," to use March's words. Previously, he enjoyed immense social status as the head of the Oak Family -- and as the imposing, invulnerable, "final boss"-style antagonist. Now, his role is effectively reversed; he's a fugitive who has to disguise himself to evade the potential consequences of simply being seen.

He's an incredibly vulnerable position.

Not just physically -- as the audience, we also get intimate insights into his feelings and thought processes. Now he recognizes the scope of the harm he was previously willing to cause in the name of absolute control, and shoulders the responsibility of dealing with the repercussions.

His newly evident guilt and shame is emotionally moving on its own...

...and becomes even more poignant when you realize that guilt and shame and vulnerability has been a crucial aspect of his character from the very beginning. After all, so much of his deep-seated fear of the unknown stemmed from him blaming himself -- his lack of control over the situation -- for Robin's unforeseen injury.

I found the scene at the Dream's Edge the most touching in this update. Sunday's conversation with Robin is a bit of a paradox: he is deeply sincere and vulnerable in speaking to his own sister, yet guarded because he must avoid revealing his true identity. And Robin, in turn, directly provides an alternate outlook on Sunday's character, describing him as though to someone who's never met him, as though he isn't there.

And Robin's perspective reaffirms that Sunday's apparent invulnerability was essentially a facade. He may have been the head of the Oak Family, and the imposing final boss, but at the same time, on the inside, he was continually paralyzed by fear.

Sunday has always been vulnerable. He has always been scared.

And I think what makes the conclusion to the 2.7 story so satisfying and triumphant is that Sunday begins to properly address his fear, his persistent guilt and shame. He moves beyond simply acknowledging it, and recognizes not just how indulging his fear can bring further harm, but also what good things (that otherwise wouldn't occur) can happen when he overcomes it -- as it were, when he doesn't let his fear control him.

I'm going to be real, I probably had an intelligent-sounding conclusion for this, but... it took me several weeks to write this and I've forgotten any idea i might have had previously, so let's just say he definitely hit me right in the feels. 🤣

[doorlesscub00]

His Awakening

Part 2 to The Last Goodbye

Maybe happy ending. Obsessive Spencer?? Mention of pregnancy. Mention of forcing proximity? Spencer off his rocker?? uhh- let me know if I forgot anything-

Reader is born a female with reproductive part. NOT PROOFREAD!!

(Spencers POV)

The case was long and daunting, and all he wished for was to go home and sleep. He swears if he gets home and gets bombarded with questions he'll flip. All he wants is to relax. He felt as if he hasn't been able to for months.

So he drives the familiar street and pulls into the drive, unnoticed your missing car was. Walking up the stairs he had an odd feeling. One he did not like, unlocked and opened the door to step inside. Cold and lonely of despair. That was the only way to describe how it felt. He called for you, frantically searching the house. Gone.. you was gone.

At first he was angry. Throwing anything he could get his hands on, yelling, screaming in futile rage. Then something happened. A snap. His eyes were no longer covered in cotton. He could see, but he wish he didn't, for what he saw pang him with sorrow.

His fault. This was all his fault. He was so enraged about being falsely sent to prison that he took his anger on you. His whole world had left him without a goodbye... he couldn't blame you though. But! Oh but!! He could find you!! Yes, find you and show you that he is the man you know, bring you back and live happily together!! But what if you wouldn't want to come back... hmmm... no. you won't have a choice. You'll return to him, you are his just as much as he is yours. And he'll make sure to put everything back in order.

So the plan was set. He would call Garcia in the morning, tell her that you lost your phone and desperately need it back. That's how he'll find you. Once he does, he'll never let you go. Not again. Never again. Maybe a few babies will make you see that.

He shutters at the thought. You, his perfect little angel, pregnant with his kids. Oh, you'll be a wonderful mother. But for now, he must lay his head on the cold pillow in this damper room and rest, awaiting until he can claim what is rightfully his.

-----------------------------Next Morning---------------------------------

He waked up bright and early, man on a mission, to reclaim the one he loves, the one he desires. Making sure he had more than plenty of time to spare, he headed to a grocery store along his usual route to pick up some cookies and blueberry croissants. Bribes... He plans on giving them to Penelope, saying some random excuse. He walk into Garcia’s cave all chipper, saying he’s throwing a surprise party for you and he needed her help so you wouldn’t find out. Of course Penelope was more than happy to help!! She didn't ask many questions, oblivious to the darkness that lay just behind his eyes when the hotel address appeared on the screen. The day at the office was a rather quiet one, no case to he held, just to his luck, and he managed to clock out in record time, rushing to the hotel. The hotel.. The one you decided to run to. The one which kept his love under lock and key.. The one he'll save you from. His perfect little angel.. Just you wait. Your night and shining armor will save you soon. You will lay next to him tonight, he'll make sure of that.

A/N: Okay so I know that I started this like two months ago, but I swear I didn't mean to neglect my baby!! Guys I am so sorry for the wait! And I was thinking about making this into a fluffy series, and then I started writing and idk what I'm doing anymore!! but I am writing part three and I am so proud of this!! Let me know what you're thoughts are, and thank you for reading my silly little Spencer obsessed fics :)

[davidtennantgenderenvy]

My Two Cents On The “ Is David Tennant Queer” Drama

As some of you know, I spent a solid third of the past year working on a movie-length video essay about David Tennant. This video essay features an eight minute section titled “Gender, Vulnerability, and Why David Tennant Is A Queer Icon”, which does not speculate on David’s own sexuality, but discusses the queer coding and subversion of gender norms in plenty of his roles and his importance as an ally to the LGBT community. At the same time, I was also coming to terms with my own identity as nonbinary and bisexual, and it ended up playing a crucial role in me finally working up the courage to come out to my parents. Characters like Crowley and the Doctor, both in terms of how they present themselves and how and who they love, have been absolutely instrumental in me developing my queer identity, and my comments section was full of people who had had similar experiences, who’d realized they were trans, nonbinary, gay, etc thanks to David and his characters. And as a result, I won’t deny that if David himself were to be queer, it would mean a lot to me.

Do I think David is queer? It’s certainly possible. I see a lot of how I express my queerness in how david chooses to express himself, most prominently through his frequent queer coding of characters who don’t necessarily have to be played as such. This can especially be seen through his Shakespeare characters, such as Richard, Hamlet, and some would argue Benedick as well. When I was 15 I played Mercutio in Romeo and Juliet, who I chose to play as a closeted young gay man harboring an unrequited crush on Romeo. I think I saw this role subconsciously as an outlet for my own repressed queerness, both of gender and sexuality, as I had experienced an unrequited crush on my female best friend the previous year which I was still in denial about. I’ve described my gender identity as “a girl with a chaotic tortured gay man inside of her that needs to be let out every once in a while”, which has never been more true than with Mercutio- a character who I might add, I took a great deal of inspiration from David when playing! In terms of using roles as an outlet for one’s queerness, I could absolutelt see this being true with David, especially when it comes to Crowley, who seems to have had an impact on David’s style, behavior, etc in a rather similar way to how he’s impacted me. I don’t want to act like David wearing pink docs means he must be gay, I think people should be allowed to wear whatever they want regardless of sexuality, but taken in conjunction with so many other things about him, it does make one wonder, and the fact that a seemingly straight man has been so many people’s queer awakening is a bit puzzling to say the least. I won’t pretend that these “signs” (if you interpret them that way), haven’t been increasing somewhat in the past year, and if I got to share my own coming out journey with the man who inspired it, I would be absolutely thrilled. I also can’t specifically think of an instance where David has SAID he is straight, as opposed to Taylor swift, who has.

With all of that said, where I personally draw the line is when mere speculation crosses into interfering with the subject’s personal relationships and the sense that one is OWED something. I believe that what matters to David more than anything is being a husband and a father. I believe he adores Georgia and his children and would not do anything in the world that he believes would jeopardize his family. As happy as I would be for David if he were to come out (probably as bi) I realize that that would put so much unwanted attention on his marriage and family and I think that’s the last thing he wants. I don’t think it’s IMPOSSIBLE that he and Michael Sheen are having a passionate love affair behind everyone’s backs, but I absolutely don’t consider it my place to insist that they are, because as much as I may feel like I do, I don’t know these people! And besides, if David were cheating on Georgia, he really would not be the person I thought he was.

So many queer people see themselves in David and his characters, and that is beautiful. And I don’t think there’s anything inherently wrong with having theories that David might be queer himself. However, it must be acknowledged that these theories are THEORIES, and they should not be used to invalidate people’s real life relationships- after all, it’s totally possible to be bi/pan and also be in a loving and healthy heterosexual relationship like David and Georgia at least seem to be in! If David were in fact “one of us”, I would welcome him with the openest of open arms, but unless and until he himself decides to proclaim himself that way, I will not expect anything of him other than to be the incredible artist and person we know and love.

[kyushiblast]

⤷ 〝 soup. 〞

➞ pairing : arven x gn! reader

➞ summary : you’re sick and arven takes care of you.

➞ genre : fluff

➞ cw / other : nothing

➞ a/n : and the poll has spoken

you groaned at your immobility, your head and legs hazy and tired like a weight was strapped onto them. you felt miserable and unbearably uncomfortable with the sweat trickling down your neck from your fever; but recovery takes time, and how you were spending it in bed felt long without movement.

the tv in the background, though playing a favorite show of yours, resounded in your head as a distant buzz of noise. what, or who, you were focused on was your caring boyfriend with his clashing of utensils and pots, making something for you that was “guaranteed to flip your frown upside down.”

apparently, he’d acquired some sort of spice from one of his recent ventures that he claimed would heal you up pretty quickly. you’d joked about it being a burn heal, and he’d laughed along and said it was something better. it sure smelt better, the aroma floating inside your room already lifting some of that weight off your legs just to go see what he’s making.

still, you were tired. and walking was the last thing you felt like doing.

thankfully, arven had finished as he flourished a bowl and scooped what seemed to be a soup of some kind out of the pot to rest in the container. after sprinkling some other things on top, he picked up the bowl and strolled carefully towards the bed.

“voilà, an arven speciality!” he held out the bowl to you. spoon in hand, he peeked a glance at you. “…are you strong enough to help yourself? or do you want me to?…”

“i feel like i can barely move my legs, much less my arms.” you replied, your voice evident of your fatigue.

“i’ll feed you, then! you okay with that?”

“i mean—sure,” you were a bit caught off guard by his immediate response, but it quickly faded as his reaction reminded you of how much he loved you.

spoon feeding was definitely not something arven was used to—but how hard could it be? embarrassing was a word he could use to describe it. but it just as quickly faded as your off guard expression did as soon as your eyes lit up at how good it tasted, not to mention revitalizing.

it seemed that life just coursed through you as you slowly but surely sat up. sure, you were still burning. but some of your strength was back to being awakened.

“it worked!! do you like it?!” he set the bowl and spoon into your stretched out hands.

“of course i do!” you smiled softly, eyes closing. “anything made by you is a treat to me.”

his face turned pink as he sighed in relief, your giggling to his growing flush delivering another cupid’s arrow to his heart.

work of kyushiblast , please do not translate , copy , or repost here or on any other platform !!

[randomthefox]

The cutscenes of Nico driving the RV into the level are all so legendary and we need to admire them. This woman is a maniac behind the wheel. A menace to society. She has no idea what she's doing. We are in danger.

So Nero's theme song! Devil Trigger is practically the anthem of the game itself, but if you look beyond the title and the chorus and actually pay attention to the lyrics, you'll soon see that this is irrefutably NERO'S song, and it cannot possibly apply to any other character in the series.

The opening lines of the fucking song are a quote from Nero in DMC4

I'll endure the exile I'll endure the exile

From the literal first words spoken of this song, before the song even starts, this is NERO speaking. This song is from HIS perspective. You cannot get around this, Devil Trigger is NERO'S song.

The darkness of night falls around my soul And the hunter within loses control Gotta let it out, gotta let it out Gotta let it out, gotta let it out This demon inside has ahold of me Clenching its power, trying to break free Gotta let it out, gotta let it out Gotta let it out, gotta let it out

This passage refers to Nero’s “Inner battles” that he struggled with in the video game Devil May Cry 4. Unsure if he was a demon or human.

Move fast baby, don't be slow Step aside, reload, time to go I can't seem to control All this rage that's inside me Pullin' shots, aimin' dots, yeah, I don't miss Branded by fire, born in the abyss Red hot temper, I just can't resist All this vengeance inside me

Nero’s gun is the “Blue Rose” which is a double barrel revolver. “Step aside, reload, time to go” Refers to a tactic in game where the player can dodge an enemy’s attack and fire off a charged shot. In doing this Nero will reload his gun. Nero has a temper that he lets loose quite quickly, it’s likely this refers to him releasing his anger as well

All of these thoughts runnin' through my head Arms on fire, veins burnin' red Frustration is gettin' bigger

The feelings described match how Nero might have felt during his original devil trigger awakening. The “thoughts runnin' through my head” being an imaginary Kyrie being in danger and Nero being unable to save her along with seemingly the voice of Vergil wanting more power. His body being “on fire” is a reference being impaled at the time of his awakening and the frustration growing bigger being most likely what he felt the most when he reawakened with his devil trigger.

Bang, bang, bang, pull my Devil Trigger

It’s worth noting that Nero’s pistol, Blue Rose, is capable of holding exactly 3 charged shots

I'm a wildfire you won't tame Igniting my temper, can't put out my flame There's no way to contain This storm swelling inside me I'm a bomb you can't defuse Might just accept you're gonna lose Can't turn down, I refuse To hold back anymore

Nero has rough, fiery temper. Whilst a weak point on its own, the metaphors for his temper are compounded best during DMC5, where his emotional buildup between cursing himself for being too weak as well as having a hidden family boils to a point that he takes matters into his own hands (quite literally).

Contrasting his temper are equally themed terms describing failing attempts to neutralize the metaphors.

This is a reference to how during DMC5, the entire main cast (save for V) has tried at least once at some point to discourage him from interfering with something. Majority of those instances refer to Dante and Vergil’s duel; Nero continues to resist being “put out”, going so far as to knocking Dante over and dueling Vergil himself despite the latter telling him to “stand down”. An uncontainable storm indeed.

The lyrics of this song literally DO NOT MAKE ANY SENSE when you apply them to anybody else besides Nero. This is Nero's song, end of story.

[girls--complex]

Say more about your favorite tarot card [ judgment]

It's my favorite because it corresponds to a certain quality of somatic-psychic-spiritual experience that I have been lucky enough to enjoy a few times in my life and I know it correlates because it always always finds me there. And trying to describe it verbally is maybe silly because it's an archetype.

Judgement traditionally depicts the mass resurrection at the end of days which in my mind is mythopoetic but was a literal eschatology to many medieval peeps and is to some contemporary peeps in a different shape. On a theological level I love that it is a corporate resurrection that includes the full scope of the earth (sometimes animals too) and suggests redeemed material creation-- mythopoetic expression of apokatastasis. The quality is joyful and not "Left Behind" scary and twisted.... These R things contemporary "rapture" mythos downplay I think 2 preserve a mindset of personal distinction? But from a natural law standpoint it's true, all things included in the body of God from eternity to eternity, all things redeemed together, all things burned up in Heaven together forever.

On the archetype level it shows us 2 visual planes, one of celestial beings and one of newly awakened dead. So represents a moment of tangible contact between earth and sky, quick and dead, temporal and eternal, natural and supernatural, matter anointed (or totally saturated saturated) with sacrosanct Mind. More rarely judgement has been depicted as a stampede under a prominent skyscape which represents meaty, epileptic movements of a heart momentarily unified and steadied together under a wide awareness that contains the animal bodies and so much more. Sooo it's a picture of integration that is both spiritual and lofty and also intellectual and illuminating and also embodied and tangible. And this is always when the card finds me when this is happening to me or within my sphere or to some psychic animal that I exist inside of.

I hesitate to say all this because bringing rationality into a nonrational process might hurt it, but I hope by sharing I can help someone become a better wizard. Yeah? I would love to read something like this about every card. I'm trying to understand Hanged Man and Justice on this level because they also like to attack me but their meaning is secret right now.