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[reploidbuddy]

Me: I want a casual fic, this shouldn’t be too long.

Brain: We got 3 parts for it though.

Me: Yeah but like 3 short things it’s fine. Or at least 3 not-so-longs.

Brain: Ok but like try to not go insane with it, the writing juice is hard n expensive these days.

Me: yeah yeah.

The fic: 25k words in and not even halfway through

Brain:

Me:

Me: A

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Modern!Dark!Aemond - Divorce AU - Oneshot

Til Death Do Us Part

SUMMARY: You and Aemond had been married for years, but he was not the man you thought he was. Discovering his affair with his secretary Alys Rivers, you had decided that enough was enough. You packed up your things in secret and left, leaving divorce papers on the table, and booked a one way ticket out of the country.

What will happen when Aemond goes to the ends of the earth to find you and make you his again?

WARNINGS: This fic is 18+. Readers discretion is advised. She/her pronouns, stalking, abuse, toxic relationships, infidelity, divorce, NONCON, manipulation, gaslighting, marriage, rough sex, choking, hitting, punching, yandere, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, forced orgasm, violence, daddy kink, dacryphilia, head injury.

PAIRINGS: Modern!Dark!Aemond x reader

Word count: 10.2k

NOTES: Well, well, well.... Here we are. You have all been so feral waiting for this to drop and I am honestly so excited to see you all crawling about in my walls after. Probably shouldn't have to say this by now but will for new folks, READ THE TAGS, this is a DARK!FIC. There is no fluff or happiness lmao. This has been so fucking fun to write hehehe.... Anyway.... Without further adieu... Enjoy ;) <3

The soft hissing of the kettle took you away from the book you had been reading, nestled against one of the many windows in the small cottage you now owned.

Taking the kettle from the stove, you poured the boiled water over your tea leaves, watching the herbal mix swirl in the strainer. 

The soft aroma of chamomile and peppermint wafted from the cup and you inhaled deeply, leaning against the kitchen bench as you waited for it to steep, no use going back to your book nook until the tea was ready to take with you. 

The leaves from the pine trees in the forest outside had turned a deep green, the cold chill of winter having rolled through the valley of the quaint village you lived in early this year. Condensation rose from earth as the sun heated the mildew on the grass, the smokey illusion seeping from the forest floor.

It was different to the city. No more were the days of craning your head up to look at the crawling skyline of buildings, the sound of traffic, or yelling of people on the street. No more did you hear cars blare their horns or music, or the melodic sounds of people chattering in the late hours of the night or fights between lovers from apartments surrounding.

Now, the most noise you heard was the occasional storm that rolled through the valley, or the deer that wondered the pasture at the back of your property. 

You could remember the first night you heard them, such a different and unfamiliar screeching that had set your hair on edge, eyes darting about to each window and front door as you raced around the house to make sure they were locked. 

They always were. 

You were meticulous that way. Always vigilant, always ready. 

But in reality, you shouldn’t still be on edge.

It had been months since you left.

Almost an entire year since you packed your things and left the papers and your ring on the table for him to find. And what’s more, there would be no way for him to find you out here. 

Not that he would even try.

You hoped.

It wasn’t as if you didn’t love him, or loved him; the lines were still blurred there. But Aemond had broken you in ways you never knew he could.

The lies, the secrecy, and then, her. 

You remembered when you had first met Alys; a work event Aemond brought you along to. The pretty wife and happy family image did wonders for his company and the press, so he often brought you along on his arm, smiles and grins for the cameras, whispers of starting a family or trying for one, until you were out of view. 

But that time had been different. 

That time, something had changed. 

You had known about Alys Rivers for a while, a new hire going months back. A woman from no notable name, nor background, a start up of her own, worked hard to get where she was, or at least, that’s what you had first thought when Aemond had described her to you; his new secretary hire. 

An older woman, not one a wife would usually find as a threat.

It’s almost always the younger ones. Older men seeking out their youth between the thighs of a barely twenty-something, whilst their wives are none the wiser, or perhaps knowing and too resigned to care, birthing them children at home as their marriage dissolves into nothing but a loveless legal contract.

But this was different.

She hadn’t come to introduce herself at first, not at all, and that’s what you found the strangest.

Alys Rivers, a few inches taller than you, with pale skin and bright green eyes, had stood in the far end of the hired venue, sipping a glass of red wine, perfectly manicured maroon nails tapping on the glass, whilst she tucked an ebony strand of hair behind her ear. 

You had felt the heat of her gaze immediately, your eyes meeting hers, and yet, she didn’t look away, didn’t smile softly, walk over and introduce herself as any other woman would have. She just stared. Right into your very soul. It had sent shivers down your spine, and you knew, in that moment, that something was wrong. 

Off.

Aemond had done his rounds with his private investors, higher employees, friends, if you could call them that, and press alike, all whilst you stuck by his side, smiling pretty and responding with shallow answers that didn’t give too much or too little for them to talk about later. 

You hated those stuffy events, men and women alike always trying to get closer to you in order to get to Aemond, who was a fortress to begin with. Some people often commented or made joking remarks at how surprised they were that you had married him. That you had managed to thaw the Ice Man himself, that he was even capable of such things, and you would always laugh and make jokes back in good nature, smile never reaching your eyes. 

But really, he was amazing when you were first married. Doting, loving, loyal, and always there, though that was sometimes overbearing. There was of course the little things, the teeny red flags that you ignored more often than not, rose tinted glasses and all that, but you had been young and in love and crazy about him, and he had been the same about you.

But as the years rolled by, and the two of you grew, you also both changed. The business expanded rapidly with the death of his father Viserys, and Aemond became more preoccupied with that legacy, most of the empire being passed along to him, and not his older brother Aegon, who had no desire to work and would rather live off his inherited wealth with drugs and weekend benders surrounded by lusty women. Occasionally men too.

And then when Alys came into the picture, it was like a switch had been flicked.

As though the Aemond you had thought you knew, never existed at all.

Alys had sauntered her way over half way through the event to introduce herself, all saccharine smile with razor sharp teeth that looked ready to sink into your flesh. She was polite, pleasant, overly pleasant, too sweet, too complimentary, and it felt off. Like an overripe peach, or wine that had been left open for a week too long. 

Your husband had been stiff at your side, hand flexing around the tumbler of whiskey the entire time she stood beside him, too close to be friendly, and most certainly far too close for a boss and his secretary. And really, you should have listened to your instincts then and there, for they screamed that something was amiss. 

But Aemond had a way of getting into your head, making you believe every word he said, push away your own instincts, and question yourself over, and over.

And that’s what you had done.

Questioned yourself, over and over. 

Yet one day, something in the back of your head nagged at you too loudly. Aemond had not answering his personal number, calls you could understand, but usually he responded to his texts. But that day he hadn't. And so you called the office, where he spent most of his time these days, which had become a frustrating new normal, as was the depletion of your small weekends away, romantic dinners, spontaneous days out together.

The marriage felt stagnant, stale, and you knew in your gut the true reason for it. His desk had rang for too many rings too long. And when Alys had finally answered, she sounded rushed, caught unawares, awkward.

That was all it had took. 

You had asked if he had his lunch yet, that you were nearby in the city and wondering if you should drop by, knowing that he had been spending later evenings in the office ‘working’, or weekend trips away to Harrenhal for business there, his secretary tagging along. 

Alys informed you that he had just ate, but the way she said it was with that same overly sweetness that set your brain afire. 

It was almost smug. 

And so, without even hesitating, like you had for months on end, you picked up your keys and left, heading straight to his office.

Your heart had raced the entire time you drove there, weaving through traffic, just knowing, knowing, something, deep in your gut was not right.

And you were right. 

Because there they were, caught like two deers in the headlights as you had swung the door open, Alys, seated on his desk, skirt pushed up to her hips, one shoe lost to the floor as Aemond thrusted into her parted legs.

They hadn’t even heard you at first.

But she saw you.

And she had smiled.

You will always remember his face. 

He had turned and looked at you with shock at first, but then it turned to anger, as though you were at fault for this, as though you had ruined his fun, as though you should have known better, scar on his cheek crinkling with the sneer he threw your way.

You left in a flurry of hot tears, immediately calling your lawyer.

You drove straight to your best friend Sara’s house, and crashed at hers for the week, ignoring the constant buzz of calls and texts, and yes, even emails from your husband. Aemond in his desperation to reach out to you, even drove to Sara’s house, demanding if you were there. You had hid in the bathroom, holding your breath in the tub, shaking with anger and heartbreak and fighting the urge to go out there, to yell at him, scream at him, or more dangerous still, forgive him.

Then you were gone, speaking to your solicitor to get everything set into motion, friends loyally supporting your decision. You left the divorce papers on the dining room table, packed your bags and left whilst he was at the office, giving him no chance to manipulate you into staying, no chance for argument, and no chance for your heart to win over, taking your essentials and sentimental possessions with you.

You stood in your home, looking at everything inside, at all the memories that you shared in there. From when you had first looked at the house, to buying it, to Aemond's insistence on christening every single surface in the house to make it yours, all giggles and smiles, pleasure and joy.

But gone were those days, gone was the joy and the giggles, the pleasure and the smiles, and so with shaky fingers, you ripped off your wedding ring, finger feeling bare in its absence as you left it atop the pages. 

At first you were just hoping to get some space to clear your head and not be manipulated by your husbands lies and very convincing words again. You knew that if you gave him a chance, you would be stuck. You knew that if he pleaded, if he begged, if he smiled with his signature smirk, it would be your downfall. He knew you far too intimately now. He knew how to get you to bend to his will. So you booked the nearest ticket you could and raced to the airport, not once looking back.

You had just landed in Paris when you turned your phone back on, watching the screen as it lit up, where you were immediately bombarded with multiple missed calls from him and a barrage of texts that became more, and more aggressive as time went on. 

It was your fault really, to poke the dragon the way you had.

And yet you still did it, answering one of his frantic calls to hear the cool and icy tone of Aemond, barely keeping it together on the other end. 

“Where are you?” He had asked, voice deep and quiet, small growl on the end; a tell tale sign that he was furious. 

The airport was loud around you, people moving to their next gates, or stopping to move to the small cafes to eat, others continuing onwards towards the baggage claim to collect their luggage. 

“It's none of your business.” You had responded, tone clipped, irritation and anger surging through you at his audacity to even be mad.

“I think it’s plenty my business. You’re my wife.”

“Not anymore. Have your solicitor talk to mine. Sign the papers, Aemond.”

You heard him breathe heavily into the speaker, “If you think for one fucking second that I’m going to-“

You pressed the red button on your phone and hung up on him, shoving your phone into your back pocket as you moved lazily through the queue to get through customs. 

By the time you had gotten out the other end, you checked your phone again. 

There was only one text on the screen that had sent panic blaring through your mind. 

‘See you soon.’

You hadn’t planned to run, you hadn’t even planned to leave the country indefinitely, you just needed an out, but Aemond’s aggression had extended it, triggering your flight instincts. You didn’t believe that he would hurt you, but this new anger had frightened you. This new Aemond frightened you.

But Aemond Targaryen’s anger was not new to you either, his possessiveness was not new, and at one point you had even found it endearing. But after years of being married to what you thought was the man of your dreams, the other shoe dropped, and the true man was revealed. 

So you made quick work of it, going to an international bank, taking every single cent out of your combined account.

You knew he wouldn’t struggle financially from such a loss, having another seperate offshore account, or two, or five if you were really counting. Not to mention his inheritance which sat in a vault in Budapest.

Comes with being descended from royalty.

But in the end, you knew you needed every dollar if you were going to get away from him and make it stick.

So you got a new passport, ID, and hitchhiked your way across several countries until you finally settled, finding a cottage, nestled in the woods, a solid thirty minute drive from town, buying it from the local farmer in cash. No contract. No deed. Just cash and his silence. 

And that’s where you had been ever since.

You took your tea to the window, settling against the nook, pillows and blankets strewn all over as you curled inside. You looked out at the trees, the sun slowly setting for the day. 

It was cold in your cottage, not too cold, but cold enough. Winter had come early that year, and you had used more logs of wood for the fire than you had thought you would have needed. 

It was strange, to be so far away from the life you used to live. To be so removed from the world. But in some ways it was good. You had no social media, having deactivated every single one you had, and you also had barely any use of your phone unless you turned on the broadband, which was shaky at best and if it was windy, the reception would cut out.

The only people you really spoke to anymore was the people who lived in the town just a ways away, and Sara, who called every Sunday like clockwork, well actually like clockwork, you needed to turn the broadband on for Skype to work on the laptop you had taken with you.

In the almost year you had been gone, you had taught yourself how to make your own clothes, pickle and preserve foods, and even became quite handy at baking the odd loaf of bread here and there. The farmers whose cottage it was previously had left his belongings behind, taking only his clothes and things of memory with him.

There were books almost everywhere, the old man having been an avid reader, and amongst the books had been one on horticulture, and so slowly but surely, you had grown your own self sustaining vegetable patch. It wasn’t perfect, but it prevented you from going into town too often, and also allowed you to not seek employment just yet.

That would come later when Sara would tell you that Aemond would sign the papers. 

But every Sunday was the same.

“Any news?” You asked her that morning, Sara had frowned, pixelated to hell, but the frown still evident on your screen.

“Nope. Nothing. The asshole won’t sign them still. Solicitor can’t even find him to talk.”

You sighed, wiping hands down your face angrily. 

Why was he doing this?

Why wouldn’t he just let you go?

Something about it made your skin crawl. 

Those messages, those calls. 

The ‘See you soon’ text. 

Something had snapped in Aemond, and you didn’t like it one bit. 

Your only consolation was that you were far away with a new name, new life, hidden amongst rolling green hills and large forests.

“How’s Cregan?” You changed the subject, and Sara had given you an update on everyones lives, her brothers first, and his new girlfriend. Then to all your other friends who you longed to see again. 

But not yet, you just needed a little more time and for your husband to agree to the divorce. 

When the sun had lowered in the sky, you moved to turn the lights in the house on, throwing some logs into the fire and lighting them with a match. You made sure to thank the Gods for solar panels. 

The warmth of the fire heated up the small cottage quickly, and you made quick work of reheating a lamb soup you made a few days earlier, crisp homemade bread on the side with butter from a nearby dairy farmer.

It was hearty and warm, and filled you up, having a soporific affect on you. You had a glass of red wine as a treat afterwards, bought from the local markets and found yourself sinking deeper into fatigue. 

It was a routine of sort, wake, eat, read, work on the garden or house, eat, drink, sleep. It was comfortable, and it eased much of your worries, always keeping busy. You didn’t realise how stressed and anxious the life you used to live made you.

The week went by, much the same. 

The same routine. 

The same walls, and floors, and rooms. 

Same window nook, and cups of tea, and warming your hands by the fire.

By the time Saturday rolled by, you had been elated, excited even, to get out and look at the homemade wares and farm grown produce. To see the people you had grown to care about and make as your quiet friends. Still at arms length of course with your fake new life, but you let them in more than you had intended to. 

It was never a large market, merely the other people who lived in or around the tiny town. But it was cozy, sweet, and some faces were more familiar than others. You looked forward to seeing them all and catching up on their weeks, especially an older lady named Lucy, who crocheted and knitted some of the most wonderful things. She had kind grey eyes, and would always insist on you taking something from her for free.

Today was no different.

“You make this most difficult, hen.” The grey haired woman frowned, coming round the side of her small stall to shove a large, grey knitted jumper into your arms, the same colour as her eyes.

You shook your head, “Lucy, please, at least let me give you some money for it.” Grabbing the soft wool that was pressed against your chest.

The older lady smirked, hands up in the air in submission, “It’s too late,” Her voice was thick with a Scottish accent, “You best be taking that, girly. It’ll be a cold winter that comes round this year, I feel it in my bones already.”

You sighed, “Then let me give you some money for it, and you can buy some more wool to make yourself some warm socks.” Fishing around in your bag to find some cash to give her. 

Lucy crossed her arms across her chest, “Gonny no dae that. If you give me any money I’ll be right offended by you, I’ll gie ye a skelpit lug. It’s a gift, you dafty.”

You shook your head and chuckled, there was no point in fighting.

You would never win anyway.

“Fine.” You acquiesced, “But I’m coming to drop you some muffins and scones when I make them next week.”

The older lady sat down heavily in her chair behind the stall, “I expect nothing less. Will you bring some strawberries from yer plot? Dang caterpillars got into mine and tore them to shreds.”

“I’ll bring you a mix of goodies from my wonderful garden that has no caterpillars.” You teased, rubbing the woollen jumper between your fingers, “Thanks again, Lucy, but you’re a menace.”

“Got to be when yer married to my husband.” Lucy joked, but it made your heart race instead.

You swallowed thickly and smiled shakily at the woman, nodding before bidding her a goodbye. 

You walked through the rest of the market for a while, getting some fresh honey from a local farmer, some potatoes for a stew later on, and even buying yourself a new handmade mug.

It was a bustling affair, small children giggling with their parents, and older members of town who had been born and raised there walking about and stopping to talk with their life long companions. 

Bright bunches of flowers caught your attention, and you moved over to look at them all.

Native flowers of all kinds were bunched together; roses, petunias, anything that could survive the chillier climate. And as you looked at a peculiar shaped purple flower, hooded like a bell, the hair on the back of your neck stood up.

A shiver rolled down your spine, and instinctually you turned, eyes darting around the rest of the market, looking at the sea of people, young and old, walking with their wares, chatting amongst each other or smiling. 

Not one had that familiar head of silver hair.

You breathed out a sigh, shaking your head.

It’s fine.

You’re fine.

You’re safe.

It’s just your anxiety. It was probably just Lucy’s comment that set you on edge.

Not even Sara truly knew where you were. 

You looked back at the flowers again, eyes on the purple ones that were nestled amongst pea flowers and other pinks and yellows.

“Devils Helmut.” The man told you, noting your interest in its peculiar shape, “Monkshood to others, or Wolfsbane to those witchy ones.” His eyes looked at you intently, “You ok? Yer lookin’ a bit peely wally.”

He was tall, older, but not by much, with deep brown eyes and wavy brunette hair that came to his shoulders, tucked behind his ears. His jaw was sharp, a nice shadow across the skin from his stubble, with lips that were full and pulled upwards slightly. He had broad shoulders and large hands, tiny freckles dusting the pale skin as he watched you. 

He was relatively new to town like you, but not really. Duncan, you remembered, had moved back to the little town after his father had passed away, inheriting the plot of land that was next to yours. Lucy had spilled the tea, over a cup of tea, about him with you a few months before, telling you that he was an eligible bachelor with a wink, trying to set the two of you up.

And although he was undeniably attractive, you worried for the implications of getting to know him, and eventually having to tell him about your marriage, and why you were truly where you were. You doubted the man would want anything to do with your baggage.

“I’m okay, just a bit cold. How have you been?” You asked him, the feeling of being watched prickling at the back of your head.

“Fairly good.” Duncan rolled his r deeply, same low Scottish timbre as Lucy, distracting you from the rancid feeling that curled in your gut, “The winter’s come early this year.”

Duncan leant a hand against the table, and you noted that there was no ring on his finger.

Stop that.

“That’s what Lucy said too. Can definitely feel it.”

Duncan looked pointedly at the jumper still in your hands, “And what’s she given you this time?”

Unfolding the jumper in your arms you held it up, holding it against yourself to show him, “A new jumper. Will be perfect when it gets colder. Wish she’d stop throwing things at me and not letting me pay though.”

Duncan laughed, a deep chortle that rumbled his chest and warmed your cheeks, “That’s Lucy for you. She does the same to me too, the auld blether.”

You laughed heartily, “We should go in doubles to the markets when you’re not selling. There’s strength in numbers, you know.”

Oh gods. Why did you say that?

A soft smile pulled on his lips, “You don’t know Lucy well enough if you think we’d stand a chance against her. She’d bowl us over without even blinking.”

Another laugh, and a shrug, "Worth the try.”

Duncan’s eyes scanned your face softly before he stepped forward, grabbing the bunch of flowers you had been looking at from their little vase, holding them out towards you, “Here.”

You looked at the flowers in his hands and frowned, “What?”

“Take them.” He insisted, “You looked right keen on the Monkshood, mean bloody flower that one. Be careful you don’t touch it too much.”

You shook your head, tucking your jumper into your bag, “I can’t possibly-“

“-Please. I insist.”

You reached forward to take the flowers from him hesitantly, feeling guilt bubble inside of you. What was with all these people and their generosity? It was going to give you an aneurism. 

Your fingers brushed against his, and the warmth carried up your arm and straight into your chest. Duncan must have felt it too, because a soft blush creeped across his freckled cheeks.

Holding the bunch of flowers to your chest you smiled.

“You don’t have any pets at home? Any cats that might try and make a snack of the flowers?” Duncan pointed to the Monkshood.

You shook your head, “No it’s just me.”

His eyes danced as he nodded, and you felt as if you had answered his second question without him even having to ask.

“Thank you. They’re beautiful.”

A large hand waved the thanks away, “Dinnae worry about it. Though, I have heard good things about yer baking.”

“Have you now? Has Lucy spilt all my secrets?”

A smirk, “Not yer secrets no. But yer baking, yes.”

Feeling bold, you smirked back, “I could make you something, if you’d like." You held up the flowers in show, "As a thanks, of course.” 

“What can you make?”

“Anything you want.” You said quieter, swallowing the anticipation that rose in your throat.

“Can you make a good scone?”

You scoffed, “Easiest of things to bake.”

Duncan mirrored your stance, pursing his lips, “Guess I’ll have to be the judge of that then. Do you have enough wood for yer fire? Snow will be falling soon, and we dinnae want you chittering in the cold.”

“I’ve got some left, but I know I’ll probably have to go over to Douglas and Lucy’s to get some more.”

The brown haired man paused in thought, tongue in cheek before he spun around, crouching down to rifle through a bag beneath his table, pulling out a pen and paper. 

Duncan placed the small notebook in front of you.

“How about this, you give me yer number, and I’ll come round and bring you some more wood, maybe chop some for the fire as well, and you can thank me by making some scones. I can bring some of Elsie’s jam with me.” Duncan looked up at you, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. 

And although he had spoken with confidence, it was clear that he was just as nervous as you. 

It was hard to fight the heat that creeped up your neck. Excitement and anticipation coursing through you, the feeling of being desired making you giddy. 

It had been so long.

You bit your bottom lip softly nodding, leaning down to write your home phone number, making a note to plug the old thing in, praying that it still works, as well as your address into the notebook.

Duncan smiled softly, taking it back and looked at the note, “You didn’t have to write down yer address, I know you bought Macnair’s property a while back, we're practically neighbours. Not accounting for the acres between us.”

“Oh.” You laughed softly, “Sorry, I didn’t know you knew him.”

“Hard to not know everyone here, especially when you grew up around them all. Plus, hard to not notice the bonnie lass who moved here. Quite the stir you created.”

You shook your head and blushed again, Gods damn him, “Not my intention.”

You both stood shyly for a moment, staring at each other, a warm pleasant tension building around the two of you. 

Duncan cleared his throat, and clapped his hands together softly, “Right. Well, It’s a dreich day, so you best be off before the rain comes again.” He held the notebook up in his hand and shook it lightly, “You’ll be seeing me soon then. I’ll be coming to collect some of those scones.”

You grinned, and held the flowers gently in show again, “I hope they’re up to your standards. Thanks again for the flowers. I’ll see you.”

“Looking forward to it.”

-

The blaring ring of the Skype call filled your cottage. You raced from the kitchen to the desk, answering Sara’s call with a bright smile.

“Sar!” You smiled, pulling out your chair to sit in it, looking at your best friends face. But her excitement did not match yours, and instead, her face filled you with dread.

“Sar, what’s wrong?” 

You watched as Sara visibly swallowed, leaning towards her computer, “Aemond’s left the country.”

Chills ran over your body.

“Oh, he must have a conference in Rome or Budapest. He always used to-“

“-No.” Sara interrupted you, and her voice instilled a rising sense of fear that you had been battling with for months, “Y/n, I don’t think that’s it. He’s already been gone over a week. That’s why the solicitor couldn’t talk to him him.”

Your heart raced in your chest, blood rushing in your ears.

Sara continued as you felt the walls around you move closer, “That’s why the solicitor couldn’t get in contact with him. They went to his office. Apparently he’s on leave, not even Alys was there.”

You licked your lips, swallowing dryly, “What do I do? Fuck, Sara, what do I do?”

“Don’t panic. He doesn’t know where you are! Hell, I don’t even know where you are.”

“I know, I know. But still…” You paused, breathing shallowly, “Sara, I went to the markets yesterday, and it was… Off. Something was off… And I just couldn’t shake this feeling that I was being watched.” You felt like you were going to be sick.

Sara’s face fell, head turning to talk to someone else quietly in the room.

“Who’s that?”

“Just Cregan. He’s talking to Helaena.”

You scoffed sadly, “Helaena won’t know anything. She didn’t even know about Alys.”

Sara shrugged, image becoming pixelated, “I-…-ow…-bu-….-o….-harm…-“

“Sar, you’re cutting up.” 

You swore, swatting the computer lightly as her image froze.

Fucking broadband. Gods, maybe you should invest in getting a satellite dish here. At least you could get some cable tv if you did.

“-come to you.” Sara unfroze, the pixels evening out to an almost smooth image.

You groaned, “I didn’t catch any of that. Fucking internet cut out.”

“Can you get a satellite or something like a normal person and not be such a hermit? I said, why don’t I come to you.”

“I couldn’t ask that of you, Sar. Besides, he wouldn’t hurt me, not that he’d ever find me. He’s just an asshole. Probably curse me out and tell me I’m making it all up.”

Sara’s face dropped again, and you wished she was pixelated so you couldn’t see it, the image making your skin crawl, “Y/n. Theres something you don’t know.”

You straightened in your chair, “Is Alys pregnant?”

“No. She’s too old for that. Something else. Something Jacaerys told Cregan one night years ago. I didn’t want to tell you then, you guys were so in love, and I had never seen you so happy. I just,” She sighed, “I didn’t even really believe it until recently.”

“Sar, you’re scaring me.”

She shook her head, “I know, I know. But as you said, he doesn’t know where you are, and he won’t find you. But Y/n, Aemond isn’t who we think he is.”

“Are you about to tell me he’s some sort of international spy, or politician in hiding?” You tried to joke, but the joke fell flat.

Sara’s head looked to the side before back at the screen, “When Aemond was young, he had a temper. A real bad one. Never got along with his nephews.” She took a steadying breath, “When Lucerys was thirteen and Aemond was nineteen, he attacked him. It was probably years of pent up anger after the accident, a fight had been brewing, but he didn’t stop. No-one could stop him, Y/n. It was bad. Really bad.”

Your stomach roiled.

“Y/n, Lucerys nearly died.”

Your mouth gaped open as you could scarcely get air into your lungs. 

Oh gods.

Oh gods.

“Breathe.” Sara cooed through the computer, “Girl, you need to breathe.”

You sucked in a sharp breath, hand rubbing your chest, “What the fuck?”

“I know. I know. But they were young, I mean, Aemond was a lot older, but still. They were boys. And Aemond would never do anything like that to you. Not that he will ever find you.”

You counted your breaths as Sara spoke to you, trying to get the room to stop spinning.

“Y/n, y-….I-…t wi-…ll be fine-…. I-… ca-…n…-“

You growled at your screen, standing up in anger and frustration, anxiety pulling cruelly at your gut. You paced in front of the desk as you waited for your friend to come back into view. 

When she de-pixelated and came back, you leant heavily against the table.

“You got your phone with you?” You asked, rocking back and forth on your heels.

“Yea.” Sara lifted her phone to the screen.

“Okay, I’m going to give you my address. When do you think you can come?”

A cry flew from your lips. 

The cottage was bathed in complete darkness, generator slowing to halt outside, the soft hum of electricity disappearing. Your heart lurched into your throat as you stood in the darkness. Skype screen blaring a ‘Lost Connection’ notification at you.

You took shaky breaths, trying to calm yourself. 

This wasn’t unusual. 

Just last month a squirrel had been trying to burrow into the electrical box for warmth and chewed through a cable. Luckily for you, Douglas had come over to fix up the wiring and helped you on your way. But with all that had been happening, it gave you a right scare. 

Your heart did not slow in your chest, nor did you calm with the way your ears pricked at any noise inside or out. You stumbled through the darkness of the cottage to the kitchen, searching beneath the sink for your emergency torch. 

Grasping it in your hand, you clicked it on, lone beam of light shining a path for you through the house to the front door. You crept slowly forward, the sound of your loud breathing in your ear as you got to the door.

You would have to go out and flip the switches manually, and make sure the damned squirrel wasn’t back. 

Throwing on your wellies, you unlocked the four deadlocks you had installed on your door one by one until you opened it wide, the valley blanketed in the darkness of the night, clouds shrouding the moon and stars. The shadows of the forest around your house made you more on edge, every trunk or branch causing your eyes to linger that moment longer to decipher what it was.

But they were just that.

Trees. 

You trudged around the side of the cottage, shoes crunching on the ground below as you made your way to the back. The icy air nipped at your skin, and you tugged the jumper that Lucy had knitted tightly around you. 

They were right, winter had come early this year. 

You would have to thank her later.

When you reached the electrical box, you tugged it open, shining the torch on all the different switches inside. 

The main switch was flicked off.

For fucks sake. 

The broadband must have blown it out. 

The cottage was old, and the electricals likely older. But the solar panel were new, and you had a sneaking suspicion that perhaps the different generations of technology were clashing. You briefly wondered how costly it would be to have someone come to rewire the house for you.

As you looked at all the other switches, making sure they all looked in order, and the wires coming from out the back were all in tact, you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

You never liked coming out here in the dark. 

It was scary, and although there was nothing out here to hurt you, unless there was a miracle lone pack of wolves that came strolling by, which you knew could never happen, since Lucy had told you wolves were hunted to extinction there. So it was just you, the trees and the moon. 

The sound of a twig snapping in the woods made you spin on your heel, shining the torch out at the trees in vain. The light didn’t reach very far, illuminating just the front row of trunks, leaving the rest to be bathed in its dense darkness. Your heart thumped in your chest as your eyes scanned the woods. 

It’s fine. 

It’s nothing. 

I’ve just worked myself up. 

Gods.

It was probably just a deer or something.

You remembered the day you woke up to a whole herd of deer outside your cottage one morning, quietly munching on the grass outside. You had nearly screamed with joy, but kept the excitement inside, tiptoeing to sit in your window nook and watch them graze. 

Holding the box open with one hand, you popped the small torch in your mouth with the other, holding it in your teeth as you flicked all the switches off, and then back on again.

You looked to the house. 

Still dark. 

You groaned, and did it again. 

Again, nothing. 

No hum of the motor kicking back on. 

“Third times a charm.” You mumbled with the torch in your teeth, flicking the power back on.

The steady buzz of electricity came back, and the lights from the house illuminated a path for you back inside. You all but slammed the box shut and sped back inside to the safety of your cottage, spinning quickly to shut the door behind you, rapidly locking it tight with the deadlocks. 

One, two, three, four.

You sighed a breath of relief.

See? Nothing. Just country electricals and wild deer.

You toed off your gumboots, hanging your keys on the hook beside the door. 

You needed a glass of wine. 

That would do it, a glass of wine and maybe some baking.

“Took me a while to find you.”

Ice ran down your back. Your heart leapt out of your throat as you spun on your feet, fear crashing over you. 

You blinked.

And there he was.

Standing in your lounge room. 

He had found you.

Aemond’s jaw ticked.

You were so in shock, so terrified that you couldn’t move, entirely rooted to the floor in place as your breath was caught in your throat. Your mouth opened as you tried to suck in air, head feeling light, but you couldn’t even speak. Couldn’t even let the scream out that clawed at the back of your throat. 

He had found you.

Aemond took a step towards you, dressed in all black, his long silver hair pulled away from his face in a braid, “I told you, I would see you soon.”

Instincts kicked in, and like a startled deer, you ran. Tearing down the short hallway to get to your room, where you knew the old shot gun Macnair had left behind was hiding beneath the bed. But Aemond was quicker, and you heard his loud steps before you felt him, grabbing you from behind as you kicked your legs back and screamed, trying to get out of his grip.

“Did you really fucking think you could get away from me?” He grunted, holding you impossibly tight, “That I’d ever let you go? It was just by chance that I saw you today, I didn’t even think to go to the markets.” He explained, and tears prickled in your eyes. 

You were right, you were being watched.

“But there you were. The Gods brought us back together again, Y/n. I was about to give up. But it was fate that our paths crossed again. It was meant to be.”

You thrashed against him, his arm locking around your chest and neck tightly. You turned your head and bit down on his arm, hard, tasting blood fill your mouth. Aemond hissed, tearing himself from your teeth as he dropped you to the ground, knees collapsing beneath you as you scrambled along the floor to get away.

“Fucking bitch.”

Pain rippled up your scalp as Aemond gripped you by your hair, throwing you back against the floor. Your head hit the wooden boards, eyes sluggishly blinking as the room spun and nausea curled in your stomach.

Your husband stood over you, sneering.

“You’ve been hiding out here for months whilst I’ve been looking for you. Having an affair with that other man who gave you the flowers.” Duncan, “Almost paid him a visit, but that can be done later. Spent all this time searching for my ungrateful cunt of a wife, but you didn’t hide well enough.”

His lone eye narrowed as he looked down at you, lips pulled back in a sneer. Strands of his silver hair had fallen from his braid and puffed with each breath as he stared down at you, chest rising and falling roughly.

You scrambled backwards, nails digging into the wood as he stalked forward, hunting you like prey.

“Money talks. And I have a lot of money. Which you would know, since you cleared out our joined account. Very naughty, Y/n.”

“Fuck you. Get out!” You screamed, kicking a leg at him.

Aemond laughed, dodging your kick, “I’m not going anywhere. You’re my wife.”

“I’m not your fucking wife, you psycho.”

“No?” Aemond paused, cocking his head, “Then why are we still on the marriage register? Hm?” 

Your back hit the side of the bed, hands swiping underneath desperately in search as you kicked at him again. Aemond swatted your legs away with ease, smirking down at you meanly. But he couldn’t block your kicks forever, and your foot hit him squarely in his groin.

Aemond grunted, doubling over in pain.

You took your chance, desperate to escape as you crawled forward, away from the bed, dizzy and horrified, all instincts telling you to run, not fight.

Besides, you didn’t even know how to use the gun, let alone if it was even loaded.

You stood, side stepping him as you moved to run out the bedroom door.

Your head hit the wooden frame with a crack, smashed into it by Aemond’s large hand. Stars bloomed behind your eyes, pain shooting through your skull. You tried to catch yourself on the door, your nails digging painfully into the wood as you cried, the hand gripping your hair, pulling you back into the room. 

Aemond threw you onto the bed, looming over you, “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this moment? To see you again? How hard it was to find you? And you’re acting like such an ungrateful little bitch.”

You grunted and cried, trying to get away, desperate to get yourself off the bed as he pushed you back on it. 

“Get off me!”

“But a husband needs his wife,” He leered down at you, pupil wide, “I’ve been dying without you, Y/n. I’ve been bereft ever since you left me. Abandoning me like a coward.” Aemond shook his head, “You could never really leave me. You’re mine.”

“I hate you!” You screamed at him.

Aemond smiled down at you softly, stilling for a moment. Your heart stuttered in your chest as you looked at him, “No you don’t.”

His smile dropped from his face in an instant, shadow cast over his scarred cheek as he looked at you blankly, “And if you do, I’ll make you love me again.”

His hands slid down your body, and began to tear at your pants, busting the button from your jeans, sending it flying across the room, then ripping the zipper apart. 

Sobs flew from your lips as you pushed up at him, desperate to make him stop, fear escalating within you, “Stop! Aemond. Stop!” 

Your fingers tangled in the bed sheets as you kicked at him, knuckles going white as you tried to drag yourself up and away from him on the bed, nails pulling sharply as you used every ounce of strength you had left. The room still spun as your head throbbed with every movement or jolt of your body.

Long fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your jeans and tugged them and your underwear down your legs as you struggled and cried and clawed at him.

“Been a while since you played this game with me.” Aemond chuckled darkly, “Do you remember when you used to pretend you didn’t want it? When you’d say ‘Stop! Please, no!’ and cum around my cock all coy?”

You blinked, memories erupting inside your brain. But those days were consensual, that was fun, something he had even introduced you to. But now? This? This was different. This was not a game. This was not play.

You kicked at his chest, heel clipping his shoulder sharply, a grunt falling from his lips. Aemond slapped a leg away, other hand gripping your thigh tightly. You cried out in pain as his fingers dug into your skin meanly, pain rippling up it.

Your hands tried to pry his fingers away, but the glinting of his wedding ring caught your attention.

He was still wearing it.

He ripped open his belt, and terror struck inside of you.

“Aemond, no. Please. Stop! Aemond stop, please!”

But all the man did was smile down at you crudely, “Gods, I’ve missed your begging. So sweet and small when you’d get on your knees and beg for my cock.” He pulled his length from his slacks, hard and angry, a drop of arousal smeared across his tip, “You’re so fucking beautiful. And you’re mine. My wife.”

You felt like you were going to throw up, thrashing beneath him as he crawled atop of you.

You dug your nails into his arms, trying to swipe at his face and neck, your teeth bared, ready to bite down onto whatever limb came into their collision course.

“Stop.” He growled, slotting himself between your thighs, overpowering you completely.

You sobbed beneath him, begging him to stop, screaming at him to get off, grunting as you twisted beneath the sheets, your head still spinning with small stars that continued to multiply in front of your eyes, the corners of your vision shrouded in black. 

In one final attempt, you went for what you knew would hurt him, what you knew would stop him, slow him down.

Give you time.

And so with the heel of your hand, you thrust it upwards into his face, connecting with his prosthetic eye, clipping the painful scar tissue that would sometimes wake him in the middle of the night in tears.

Aemond’s head withdrew with a sharp and pained cry, one palm pushing into his eye socket as he tried to calm the agony. You pushed against his shoulders, trying to move out from underneath, but Aemond was quicker, and his enraged gaze landed on you. The hand that had been pushing into his face, curled into a tight fist.

Your head whipped to the side, and a cool blanket of darkness washed over you. 

You laid in it for a while, with no thoughts, no terror, no fear, just that darkness that curled around you quietly.

It was nice for a moment, almost comforting.

Just the feeling of not being there.

But then the blanket faded away, and pain bloomed in your face, iron on your tongue as you blinked in confusion. 

There was movement and a weight atop you. Something sliding against your core. 

And then, pain.

You whined, hands shoving against the chest above you as Aemond speared you on his length, thrusting sharply and dryly into you as he reached his hilt, the tip of his cock pushing painfully against your cervix. 

You gagged quietly, head throbbing as the room spun, your arms weakly pushing at him, feeling as though they were made out of lead. Each movement of your body sent pain rippling through your skull, and bile into your mouth.

“Take it like a good wife.” Aemond growled, pulling his length out of you before thrusting it back in sharply.

You cried loudly, pain spreading through your core as you felt him tear at your walls.

He was always larger, much larger than anyone you had had before, and when you were together, he would have to spend ample time to prepare you, but you would always be wet to help. 

The only wetness you felt now, was from your own blood.

Aemond began a harsh and rough pace, with long sharp thrusts that jolted you up the bed on his length, cries of pain bleeding from your lips as you cried, turning your head away from him.

You still tried to push at his chest weakly, nails scratching at him through the dark shirt he wore, but it was no use. 

He grunted above you, picking up his pace, wrapping his hands around your neck for leverage. He squeezed, not tightly, but as a warning, and your eyes shot open to look up at him, hands clawing at his to try and get him to release you. The more you dug your nails into his skin, the more he tightened his hands until you were wheezing beneath him. 

“This doesn’t have to be difficult, you just need to give in, baby. Come on. Be a good girl for me. Be a good girl for daddy.” He groaned, one hand leaving your neck to pull up the soft woollen jumper to reveal your breasts to the room. 

Your nipples stiffened in the chill of the air, fireplace not having been lit yet and the cool of the early winter air seeping into the cabin.

“Fuck.” He hissed, hand coming to squeeze your breast roughly, pinching a stiffened peak between his fingers, rolling it through forefinger and thumb.

You whined in protest, hand trying to move his away.

Aemond lightly slapped your face, “Behave.” He accentuated with a hard thrust, another warning, sending pain shooting through your gut, “I’ll even let you cum. Be a good girl for me and I’ll let you cum, hm? Is that what my pretty wife wants?”

You shook your head weakly, tears overspilling from your eyes and down your cheeks, a sob working its way through your lips. 

Aemond bent down and licked the trail of tears from your cheek, “Fuck.” He moaned, thrusting into you faster, “Forgot how fucking tight you were. Gods. Gonna have to make up for time lost aren’t we? You’ve been such” Thrust, “A naughty” Thrust “Girl.” Thrust.

Your core clenched around him instinctually, Aemond adjusting his hips upwards so that his length would brush against the soft spongey spot within. His pace faltered, and a smirk pulled at his lips. Warmth spread through your gut.

“There she is.”

“No. Please, stop. Aemond, please. I’m begging you.” You wailed, hands gripping his arms as your nails clawed into him.

Your husband smirked down at you, “Not so cocky now that you’re mine again, huh? Where’s that bratty attitude from on the phone?”

Aemond continued to fuck at you from the new angle, one hand on your neck in a promise, the other pulling a limp leg up his hip, revulsion barreling through you as you found yourself growing wet from the angle, your body betraying you. 

The sound of your slick was loud in the room, adding to your shame. 

Aemond only tutted at you, “See? Only I can make you feel like this. Duncan would never be able to make you cum the way I do. No-one can. You’re mine. This pussy, is mine. And what I do with it is for me alone.”

The light in the room was too bright above you, making your head spin even more, the clapping of his hips against yours loud in your ears as his thrusts rocked your head and body backwards, a familiar coil beginning to wind in your stomach.

It was all too much. 

Even the smell of him overwhelmed you.

“Can feel you squeezing my cock. You gonna cum for me, baby?” He cooed, mocking you.

“P-Please st-op, Aemond. It h-hurts.” You sobbed.

“Oh it hurts does it?” The sneer was back, Aemond’s head leant down beside your ear as he pushed to his limit, your walls gripping him tightly, and whispered, “Now you know how it felt when you left me.”

You weeped.

“I hope it fucking hurts.” Aemond leant back, fucking into you with new found vigour, sitting back on his haunches as he pulled your hips onto him, the coil getting tighter and tighter. 

It was horrifying, to find your body finding pleasure from his assault, but you couldn’t stop it, no matter how hard you tried. He knew you too well. Knew your body too intimately. Knew everything that made you tick, twitch, or moan. He had spent hours, years, learning how to expertly map out your body, and he knew your body better than you did.

A slick thumb pressed down on your bud. 

“Come on, baby, cum for me. Wanna feel you cum on me. If you cum for me, I’ll forgive you, okay? You cum for me and I’ll know you love me back. Come on, be a good girl, cum for me.”

His thumb swirled roughly against your bud, your hands tightening around him, unsure if you were pulling him toward you or pushing him away. Your mind hazy and confused, the world having been turned upside down. 

You came with a cry, back arching off the bed as Aemond praised you through it, fucking into you harder and faster. Warmth spread through your limbs, your eyes scrunched tightly shut, bright lights behind them as your skull throbbed.

Aemond fucked your limp body, thumb leaving your clit as he held your hips with both hands, drilling into your wetness with a painful force, pulling agonising pleasure from you. 

You weeped below him, keeping your eyes shut as you just wished for it to be over. For him to just finish. 

“Gonna fill you up. Gonna fill my pretty wife up so we can have a baby. Hm, doesn’t that sound nice? Start a family.”

You sobbed loudly, hiding your face in your hands as you turned your head away from him, the taste of blood still thick on your tongue from where he had struck you.

His pace became sloppy, thrusts uneven as he began to lose himself to pleasure. 

“Fuck!” He hissed, thrusting into you sharply as he came, hot ropes of cum coating your walls as he thrusted weakly through his climax.

You chest stuttered with sobs, head spinning, but exhaustion taking over. 

You were so tired. 

So tired.

You just wanted to sleep.

Wanted to fade away back to that darkness again. Back to nothing.

“Shh,” Aemond hushed you from above, dipping his head to press a gentle kiss against your wet cheek and forehead, “It’s okay now. I’m here. It’s okay.”

You sobbed even harder.

Aemond pulled out of you with a hiss, a small whimper falling from your own lips as you felt pain strum through your brutalised walls. He flopped back onto the bed, dragging your body up beside him as though you weighed nothing, black blooming before your eyes as you knocked your head against the pillow, a wave of sickness rising inside.

But you didn't fight it. 

There was no point. 

No escape. 

Nowhere to go.

Nowhere to hide. 

You couldn’t run, even if you wanted to.

And so you laid in his arms as he held you whilst you cried, curling into him as the tears kept coming. He cooed at you softly, rubbing a gentle hand up and down your arm in a way he always used to. 

It was so stomach turning, the different sides of Aemond, and if it wasn’t for the concussion that you certainly had, his actions alone would send your head spinning. 

Because this Aemond, the soft Aemond, was the one you had known. The one who used to hold you to him, and whisper words of praise. But that was a long time ago, and the Aemond who held you now was a different man. 

Someone you didn’t even know. 

This Aemond was not the man you married.

Aemond pressed another kiss to the top of your head again, “It’s okay, cry it out. I know you’re sorry. And it’s okay. I'll forgive you. Alys was a mistake, but she’s gone now. She won’t be a problem anymore, okay? It’s just you and me.”

You sobbed louder, and he pulled you closer to him, tangling his legs with yours.

“I know, baby." He cooed sweetly, but it was insincere, hollow, cold, "I’ve missed you too. I love you so much, Y/n." Aemond exhaled hotly at the top. ofyour head before his voice fell to barely a whisper, "So much, you don’t know what I’m willing to do to keep you with me.”

A chill rolled down your spine. 

You knew now what he was willing to do. 

And with the added news of what he did to Lucerys, you wouldn’t put it past him to harm anyone that came between you again. 

A wave of mourning crashed over you. 

Mourning your past. 

Mourning your future. 

And mourning the person that you would become with him. There was no escaping this.

Him.

You inhaled his scent deeply.

He still smelt as he always did, but there was a lingering smell of pine in his clothes. The pines from the woods surrounding your home. 

How long had he been out there?

How long had he been waiting?

“You’ll love me again, I know it. I’ll never leave you again. We will be happy together. Here.”

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes wide against his chest.

“You’ve chosen the best spot, baby. You always were clever, we can start our family here. Somewhere quiet, no-one around. Just you and me, and eventually the children. Like it was meant to be.”

A shiver rolled through you.

“Marrying you was the best decision I made in my life.” He kissed the top of your head again, smoothing your hair down with his hand lovingly, “I’ll make you see.”

You laid there as you cried, unsure of what to do, unsure of what to say. Having no real power over the situation, having no real way to escape or get out. If not for Aemond's sheer will, the four dead locks on the door assured it as well. He hummed softly as he let you cry, pain crashing through you in waves.

Aemond paused in thought, his thumb coming beneath your chin as he tilted your head to look up at him.

Your vision was fuzzy from the tears, and the edges were seeped in black, but you could see it. The crazed look in his eye as he gazed down at you with a hungry possessiveness. 

“Do you remember our vows?” He asked, watching as you blinked at him, your lip wobbling as you tried to stop the endless stream of sobs that worked their way up your throat.

His thumb brushed gently over your bottom lip, a sharp sting sparking in it as his finger brushed over the split.

And then he smiled at you, in the same way that he had the day of your wedding, lips pulled wide, teeth revealed.

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you looked at him.

The man you had loved, the man you had married and planned a future with. 

The man you had been on the run from.

His mouth parted again, smile becoming softer.

“Til death do us part.”

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[moonlight-prose]

You asked for old man! Logan thots. I’m gonna give you old man! Logan thots. Also, hi hehehe 🤭

SO, my favorite thing about him other than the fact that he’s fucking old as dirt, is that even if he’s very rough along the edges, he’s also the tiniest bit pathetic. Sure, he’s giving, he can be soft when he wants to be especially if he’s too tired to care, but he probably just likes sitting you on top of his face and licking and sucking away at your pussy after a long day at work. Or he likes to have you on his lap so he can touch you through your underwear, maybe even grind and hump you through your clothes as he kisses you.

To me, old man! Logan is the perfect mix of pussy drunk and just enjoying pussy as it comes. No rush, no fuss, he’s just here for the vibes lmao.

note: the sound i made when reading this is beyond feral. please excuse my mind going haywire beneath the cut. i have no excuses. i just really love this old man.

Old man Logan is done with having to pretend he's incapable of feeling pain. After near a century of getting bruised and sliced open and treated like an animal, he deserves some time to just be. And with that comes the need for intimacy. He never got the luxury of it before - never wanted it.

So he's absolutely a little pathetic about getting his mouth on you; entirely at ease to suck at your clit languidly as if you're not shaking above him from too many orgasm too fucking fast. He's fucking knackered. He's pretty sure if he tried to fuck you into the mattress, his skeleton would give up.

You're clutching the headboard with tears in your eyes. Thighs strained with how many times he had you ride his mouth. You're pretty sure if you look down you'd see nothing but glazed hazel eyes and a furrowed brow.

His mind shut off an hour ago; his body taking over to do the rest. And you've become the means to an end in order for him to find some sanity to cling to. He's gone dumb with it. The taste of your pussy the only thing he really needs after a long day.

Other times he'd drag you on his thigh, mouth open and panting into yours with high choked sounds he'd never admit to making. He'd kiss you stupid. Spit and teeth and just a bit of your slick from where his fingers were knuckle deep in your mouth.

Tonight though he's got you seated right where you wants you. His cock is a leaking mess on his stomach, but he can't fucking care.

Especially when you brokenly sob above him, another wave of slick pouring into his mouth. He grunts, fingers digging into your thighs, and suffocates himself.

Far too lazy and slow for you to even notice. At least until he forces another one out of you; his mind a blank slate of white noise as you struggle to breathe.

[k2ntoss]

hihihi, back with more jason thoughts <:

very specifically, i saw this reel and immediately had butterflies thinking of it happening with jay 😭

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C2zyAW4BG1O/?igsh=ZzM3MXowdmNxeXZ2

(also the comments didn't help but fuel some definitely thirstier thoughts lmao)

i just saw another reel about this and i'm literally going feral over it, SORRY FOR THE DELAY BUT here we are. it's gonna be short but maybe gonna write more about this later hehehe :3

weekends were calm, at least more than any week day as jason managed to be free from long patrols more often so it allowed him to rest and spend time with his lover and that always ended up in him being dragged to try something she saw on tiktok or in any ig reel, this time it wasn't gonna be different and jasom knew as soon as you showed up with a big smile on your lips right on the doorway of your room.

"i'm gonna take a guess and say that you just found something you want us to try and that it's either something spicy or some new recipe you found around and that will go wrong" jason says as soon as you open your mouth and he's pretty much right.

"i did found something but it's not really spicy" you start, hands playing with your phone before you walk into the room "and not all of the recipes i've found go wrong, jay" this time your hands rest on your hips and he looks at you with a small grin and a raised eyebrow, most of those recipes went terribly wrong.

"then what will it be today, princess?" he asks, a small chuckle escaping his lips when you move and sit on his lap as he lays still on the bed, looking up at you with his hands now placed softly over your hips "you said is something not really spicy but i'm almost sure it is something that came out of a thirst trap" and that last part makes your cheeks burn because you've once asked jason to try a trend you saw months ago and it ended up with him pushing you against the bed.

"just shut up already..." you mumble and reach for your pocket, taking out a long piece of pink lace and put it in front of his face "you know how your arms are like... huge? i was wondering if you could let me tie a ribbon to your bicep and you know... flex it?" the hand motions that you make as you try hard not to blush at the way jason stares up at you.

"you want to tie a ribbon to my arm and see if i can break it? is that it, princess?" he asks, knowing there's a bit more behind your request but he wouldn't ever think about saying no to you "go ahead, try it"

his acceptance bring a joyful smile to your lips and feeling you shift to sit over his thighs he takes the hint to sit down too, letting you take his left arm to tie the soft ribbon on his bicep and he was about to flex his arm just to be met with a small frown from you, waiting to see the result.

he does exactly that, his arm barely flexed to make his muscle pop a little when the ribbon gave in with a faint 'pop' just to fall from his arm to leave you slightly surprised, cheeks tinted pink as jason chuckled amusedly "is that it, sweetheart? or do you have another point to prove?"

"i-i mean, can i try with your forearm?" you ask him, pupils blown wide because you knew this was likely to happen due to how big jason was and as soon as he nods with a small grin you're tying a new ribbon to his forearm just for it to break as soon as he balls his fist and squeezes his arm a little.

"can i tie another one to your thigh? i swear i'll stop there" you look at him, pleading eyes and a small pout that melts his heart, once again jason agrees and he has to hold back a low growl when you hop down from his lap to sit between his legs, your lips pressed in a fine line as you tied the pinkish ribbon on his thigh and the way your lips part when he flexes his leg to break it without much effort drives him wild.

"are you happy now, princess?" jason asks you, his fingers gripping the edges of the matress while you stay still, thoughts running wild on your mind and he is able to notice the blush on your cheeks.

"can you squeeze my head with your arms?" you ask, ignoring his question and jason can't help but look down at you with a cocky smirk. he knew this would definetely turn into something spicy.

next thing you know is that he has you pinned against the bed, your back bent in a way you were looking back at him as your chest was pressed down, jason's arm wrapped slightly around your throat as he pounded at a rough pace against your body making you moan loudly.

life was good.

[inkdemonapologist]

are you excited for the big role sammy's going to play in Cage?? im apprehensive... i love him a feral amount and i was real disappointed with his 2 seconds of screentime in BatDR

also just saying ur sammy drawings give me life he looks wonderful in hats

brought to u by ⭐️ anon

Hehehe aw thank you!! :D

There’s a lot of things in Dark Revival I ended up disappointed about, but despite my love of Sammy Lawrence, Sammy barely appearing was not really one of them. At the time, I’d commented to friends that the complete lack of Sammy mentions in the hype leading up to BatDR meant he was either very important or had only a cameo appearance, and I was actually pretty delighted about the Cyclebreaker cameo – it’s a moment that takes him startlingly seriously, that wasn’t just him quoting one of his four catch phrases; it’s... a kind of moment we haven’t seen from Sammy before. The part where he gets shot was like, where my expectations were, so the cyclebreaker thing was a pleasant surprise.

But like, ever since The Cage was announced… we knew Sammy kind of had to be in it. Like, Henry says “how did WE escape” and it’s set in the SPECIFIC place and time that Sammy also is; literally the only reason for Sammy to not be a significant character is if the creators actually didn’t want anything to do with him. So I have to admit the announcement that WE CAN CONFIRM that SAMMY WILL PLAY A MAJOR ROLE IN THE CAGE!!!!!!! RESTORED TO HIS CHAPTER 2 CREEPY GLORY! is just…… ugh, it’s hard to articulate why this tweet frustrates me so much.

Like………………….. "he's in it more" is not the only thing people care about, surely! What is he doing? What is his role in all this? What does he even WANT? In a review, "he's back to his chapter 2 creepy glory" would be a powerful recommendation; in a tweet from the creator right after preorders go up, it feels more like, "Hey, remember the thing you wanted? we DEFINITELY did that thing you wanted and we did it SUPER WELL so preorder our game please!!" Give us an intriguing line of dialogue or a hint about what he's doing (opposing you? helping you? uneasy truce? trying to find bendy?) and you wouldn't even need to promise us that he plays a major role; we'd be curious to learn more.

So this reassurance ends up doing the opposite, for me, because I still don't know if the creators even understand what I like about Sammy. The thing is that the circumstances of BatDR (there's a little Bendy running around, the Ink Demon is claimed dead but actually it's not, Wilson is trying to become the Lost Ones' new Big Brother) could've been INCREDIBLY relevant to Sammy -- that's why people wanted him to show up in BatDR, to see what he thinks of these developments and how he would react to them!! So if you're interested in Sammy, the character, then it would not be hard to hint at like, what his deal is – "Sammy knows the Ink Demon is out there somewhere and Henry is the key to finding him" or "after the disappearance of his Lord he's become a desperate man who's as much an obstacle as an ally" or even "Sammy was defiant when he went into the Pit -- what will Henry find when he encounters him now?" or w/e -- simply insisting HES LIKE HE WAS IN CHAPTER TWO, THE ONE YOU GUYS LIKE instead of being able to think of a single character-based hint that we might find compelling is, tbh, rather un-reassuring!!!

My complaint about Twisted Alice’s role in BatDR was that ultimately, it felt like they were just trying to capture the vibes that Twisted Alice had in BatIM instead of really exploring what that character would be doing HERE, in THIS situation. Nothing she’s doing really makes sense, and what IS there seems to have forgotten what her actual deal is, but she’s doing it with the right flair, so it feels like she’s in-character enough for the scene to be fun. Like an episodic cartoon that just forgets what happened in previous episodes depending on who’s writing this one. So… I think that’s a real risk for Sammy. For the people who just want him to show up and whisper cult-ish things so we can hear his voice more and go HEHEHE ITS HIM, this isn’t really a concern lmao, that will probably happen. I don’t have high hopes that he’ll make sense as a character, but tbf I don’t know that he ever has.

And IDK, its still early, its possible the cage will come out and I'll look up spoilers and be like OMG NM I LOVE WHAT THEY DID WITH HIM. A game that's supposed to be psychological horror could, in theory, be a really fun place for Sammy!! Maybe the people actually writing him will give him more care, haha. It's a little silly for me to be so worked up about the marketing for a game that I am not going to buy b/c I’m still not interested in giving JDS, Inc. my money. AND YET DESPITE IT ALL I STILL… CARE ABOUT SAMMY LAWRENCE LMAO….. I think my main emotion about The Cage is just curiosity, though. I do want to know what they do with him. I’m curious if he’ll play a major part in the story, or if he’s like Henry or Porter in BatDR, with one big scene where he gets a bunch of lines and then runs off. A lot of people really want to see Henry and Sammy team up in this, but I’m not writing off the possibility he’s an antagonist of some kind, so I’m curious which way that’ll go. But I don’t feel like I have any strong expectations, so I guess we’ll see!

[slashingdisneypasta]

Otis B Driftwood x Reader || Excerpt

Plot:

Nasty Pimp: *Tries to put hands on you* Otis (Who is nastier): 💥!🖕🖕🏒!🔨!🔨!... 🩸.. 🩸.. 🩸...

Warnings!!!!: The setting is a nasty home-brothel, the main characters are you, Otis and a gross pimp called Ritchie Fat-Tits McCoy, and uh- oh yeah, genitalia mutilation. I think that covers it.

"Hey- what do you we have, here?"

"Otis!" You cry, relief flooding through you as you slip away from the guy (Ritchie 'Fat-Tits' McCoy, brothel owner and yours and Otis' and the others' host for tonight's night of depravity) and jumping up from the couch which you're pretty sure is the home to some feral mammal by the smell and the... movement. Otis' dark, heavy-set eyes follow you carefully and non-too-happily as you get behind him, where you feel safe, before roaming down to Ritchie again.

"... So? Y'gonna answer me?"

Ritchie does not understand the peril he is in right now, grinning lazily back at Otis. "Aw, mate don't be like that. The bitch and I were just talkin'- You cant blame me for gettin' a few feels in too; What can I say?" His eyes float over to your thighs shifting in his mammalian infested couch to make his bulge more comfortable. "I'm an animal."

Your lips form a firm line, your eyes hardening as you look away; Feeling sick.

... Otis gives a huff, almost a chuckle, a sound that could almost denote pleasantness if you didn't know him well- or even not so well- or you didn't just look at his face. You don't need to look at his face, because you do know the bastard well, but you can picture it; An evil sneer dragging his face apart and a murderous sparkle in his dead-eyes as he glances around the room . "... cant blame you, huh?? Ehh, well... "

"No harm no foul- Didnt even get my fingers wet." Ritchie shrugs, still not getting it. He is two seconds from irreparable brain damage, or losing his nut sack- if he's lucky. "Just c'mon, siddown with me and- hey, Cass! Grab us 2 warm beers, and don't you fucken spit in them again yeah? Not into that, no- I'm not into that fucken shit!"

You watch as Otis' eyes flicker to a broken hockey stick, just one of the useless, dank trash-things thrown around in this shit-hole; The edge sharp, jagged and dipped in some dark mystery liquid. Casually, he picks it up and you peer around him to catch a smirk on his scary face. Oh, no.

"Ritch, you have got some balls on you." Otis comments, hitting one palm with the end of the hockey gently; Testing its durability.

"... huh?"

Then there was screaming. Blood curdling, all-consuming man-screaming. With one calculated and yet savage thrust, Otis has forced the infected, jagged end of that old broken hocket stick directly into Ritchie's bulge. And its like something popped, because with a crack and a squish, there's suddenly blood, everywhere.

You just stand there, eyes wide and frozen. You were expecting it, but its still horrible.

After twisting the jagged wood in his groin, Otis yanks it out and drops the weapon off to the side; Every movement methodical, and tired. Almost like he didn't even take joy in what he's just done, he just felt like it needed to be done. Eyes flickering over to him, you reach for his arm and wrap you arms around it, almost in a traumatised trance.

He allows you to curl around his arm, but his attention is still on Ritch- writhing and hands twitching towards the bloody, meaty mess. Still screaming and yelling.

"What can I say? Heheh." Finally, a genuine grin slips across Otis' mouth. "I'm an animal, Ritch! We're all just animals, right?" Suddenly the smile's wiped off his face again, as you watch; Your fingers tighten on him simultaneously. He truly is, completely insane. "Cant fucken blame me."

Ritchie doesn't say a damn thing, though you aren't sure he could if he wanted to. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch sight of both Spaulding and Baby sighing and dropping whatever they were doing; Ready to go now since Otis ruined the fun. While all the blood in his body seems to gush out of the filthy bastards privates and he grows sickly pale, Otis shakes you off his arm abruptly, just to throw it over your shoulders, instead, pulling you warm into his body. He smells and theirs old and fresh blood alike soaking his shirt, but you're used to it. And you're happy to have your freak wrapped around you, protecting you, making you warm.

"C'mon now, sweethart- I'm sure we can find somethin better to do tonight." Turning you both, Otis starts towing you out of the gross little home brothel. "See ya, Ritch. Have a fucken night."

[ruvviks]

bones please spare some isaac facts...tell me about the vibes and lore and everything you want. also what's his fave blood type to drink if he has one perhaps..(i'm taking notes)

HEHEHE THANK YOU SM i have so much to say about this man. but also he hasn't existed for very long in my brain yet so there's still many things missing from his lore currently. but here is a start for you :^)

isaac is a couple centuries old by now and from a (currently unnamed) bloodline that's a bit different from other bloodlines. all vampires have double fangs, their puncture fangs which are the regular ones they use to draw blood with, and their venomous fangs, which only come out when they want to change someone. for isaac's bloodline, the venomous fangs are a lot smaller which makes them less painful to extend and the process is quicker; but at the same time, even the smallest mistake in dosage could kill a victim rather than change them. this is why his bloodline is very small in comparison to others and changing a human into a vampire is always done in a big ritual rather than on impulse, to make sure they get the right dosage. this is how isaac was turned into a vampire :(

his bloodline is also more likely to have their feral sense (uncontrollable mode in which they hunt for blood until they're no longer feral) activated which is why they have to feed regularly and CANNOT miss any meals unlike other bloodlines who can usually miss a meal or two. their feral sense can sneak up on them without a warning and it will cause them to go feral until either their hunger or their "urge" (something vamps get sometimes when they want to change other humans. it's like a vampire ovulation) is sated. this is why many vampires of isaac's bloodline are pretty rich or important people who have other vampires working for them to provide them with enough blood so they'll never go feral by accident

isaac is VERY different from his bloodline though. he grew up in a modest family somewhere in the east of the united states and after he was turned he hid himself away in an old abandoned chapel for many many years, feeding on wildlife and the occasional unfortunate soul who wandered too far into the woods. he ended up hunted down by heavenly, my other oc for this story, who is a vampire hunter but at that point was still very young and on his first ever vampire hunt without his father; heavenly was unable to kill isaac and let him go, after which isaac moved to jericho :]

jericho is a big city on the west coast of the united states and it's essentially a vampire hub, in the sense that the government knows about the existence of vampires but isn't telling the general public but the general public tends to also know about the existence of vampires but it's also not uncommon to come across people who've never heard of them. but at the same time it's also not a huge shock to find out that vampires exist. and in jericho there's many of them and it's like a safe haven for them. am i making sense here

anyway isaac runs a church in jericho now! it's less used as an actual church and more just a homeless shelter and general shelter and community center and food bank AND blood bank all in one, for humans and vampires alike, and he's a very important member of the community he lives in :^) he really wants to help people and improve lives despite the reputation of his bloodline

it's at the same time pretty dangerous for him to be in such a lively place because if he misses a meal even once he could go on a murderous rampage. but it's a risk he's willing to take, knowing he's making a difference and not wanting people to lose their stability in life because he decides to leave or something like that

i don't have much for the story yet but the idea is that heavenly shows up in jericho give or take 2-3 decades after first meeting isaac and they reunite :^) heavenly ends up helping isaac with the blood shortage crisis and also ends up as his personal blood bag because he's a freak and a weirdo who likes getting his blood sucked by vampires. and also he's gay for isaac. and i get him. me too

[f0xgl0v3]

ToA: Hidden Oracle, silly thoughts?

I finished the book! I also had some thoughts about it and some things floating around in my head, so let’s get to start. (A note for context, barely any idea what happens in the other books, I know the very basic like rough rough outline of the plot.)

First off, Austin’s YouTube channel. This one upset me so much when I read it and it’s so silly. Austin in his first appearance mentions his view count on a saxophone YouTube video. A monumental feat I’m pretty sure but also. The entire book drives in the idea that all the camps/demigods/demigod adjacents have been having trouble with anything internet or communications related. No one can call, text, video face time, Iris message, even physical mail isn’t working. So how is Austin able to YouTube? It’s an entire platform dedicated to communication, and demigods canonically can’t use much modern technology because it monster beacons. Is Austin risking the safety of camp to the monsters that live inside Camp’s forest every time he saxophones? If that is true then he skyrockets in my ToA character appreciations so far.

Now the actual stuff that I bookmarked in the book. This isn’t everything obviously (I marked a lot of stupid stuff like and mention of Harley or the talking arrow dialogue just to go back for laughs so obviously this is a summary of the more important stuff).

The actual content

(I forget to put page numbers after the 1st one)

Feral demigods! Mentioned on page 23 we get a confirmation that there are indeed demigods who are never found (which probably was a given) and the fact they have their own name. Also a set time where it’s most likely that monsters start their tomfoolery when a demigods is 13 (this puts Frank, and Leo, and Piper to still be funky.)

New Rome university specifics! Hehehe new Rome but we also get the introduction of the DSTOMP (the demigod standard test for mad powers). All we know is that there is a music and poetry analysis segment, but we can probably assume that each God (or important Roman God more likely) designed a segment of the test.

Ouranos mentioned of his face? It brings up what state Ouranos is in, how that works and affects him, if he’ll ever reform and that also brings up Gaea because they Ouranos’ed Gaea- albeit in a much different way but still.

Apollo recognizes that Octavian wasn’t the one at fault, even if he doesn’t voice it but at least Octavian gets mentioned, this is totally important enough.

Said that headaches on Olympus are from Gods and Goddesses in a Gods mind that were to be extracted via Hephaestus head splitting, how many immortals are we unaware of that have been formed this way?

Athena thinks that Olympus is going to move to Brazil at some point. Worth noting.

Demeter doesn’t often fall in love with mortals *OFTEN, IM SORRY I DIDNT TYPE. DEMEMTER DOESNT OFTEN FALL IN LOVE WITH MORTALS*. The myths seem to support this, but also that Meg is unusually powerful in relation to Demeter kids who “could do little more than make crops grow and keep bacterial fungi at bay” though considering some of the things that Miranda does near the end throws a karpoi into that statement. Along with that a could pages later we are noted that the Greek forms are indeed stronger (which also seems like a given, but brings up if their even older forms are more powerful.) and seemingly implied confirmation and gods can only claim you if you are in the right camp/domain area. As Apollo mentions that it couldn’t be Ceres because Demeter claimed Meg at CHB, and Meg is powerful.

Apollo mentions other deities (and science) also keeping the sun on track. But especially mentions Sol and the wolves (along with making Aztec and possibly all other mezzo American gods canon to pjo universe). However; and forgive me if I’m wrong. Sol is Helios’s counterpart and I know that Helios is currently chilling in an Ichor vat at the moment, so how is this..? Could possibly just be because Helios and his fading thing wasn’t thought of (even though he still is widely popular in this day and age) during Hidden Oracle’s writing, but still, I don’t.. like? Brain doesn’t function this.

Hades has a haunted house and also for the funsies canonically would sneak up on Apollo using shadow travel and make him mess up on plague arrow shots. Based on my knowledge of Hades I can only assume these were not malicious.

Harley is one of my favorites I love him so much he’s baby.

Upon listing demigods Apollo had seen turn against Olympus he mentions the Tantalus situation, King Mithridates, Clytemnestra and Agamemnon. Though this implied that Mithridates would be a demigod along with either Clytemnestra or Agamemnon (who if my memory wants to cooperate, I believe was either a grandson or great grandson of Zeus?) along with mentioning that the human sacrifice was to him. For context I believe Apollo is talking about Agamemnon’s daughter that he sacrificed, though I thought that was to Artemis? Oh well.

We get to see summaries of Octavian’s convincing, which like? It’s serviceable to fuel the imagination. Also feel like he might’ve been genuine in a few of these? They all feel like very Octavian things to believe (the War with CHB being quick and easy; which I don’t think he believed whatsoever. And then raising temples to Apollo and how much support he had, both of which I think were true).

Saturnalia mention. Just had to put it out there because apparently Sherman would’ve won most violent holiday decor. Which, knowing what Saturnalia is it doesn’t make much sense? Anyway probably a Saturnalia/CJ ‘Christmas’ festivities post soon.

We get some descriptors of monsters that are inside the Camp Half-blood woods. The named ones including a two-headed wolf that seems standard, and a DRAKON. I say it again, the giant serpent things which are wild and dangerous, a DRAKON living its best immortal life in CHB woods. Excuse me? And Myrmreke, I love the Myrmreke and I want one as a pet and to kiss on the forehead. They are very cute.

Gyser God oaths. Unsure if this applies to oaths made not just with a Gyser God. But uh, a random Gyser bursting forth from the ground and boiling you sounds like a solid reason to not be making Gyser oaths.

Rhea mentions how God-Emperors are made, this feels like it would imply that other important historical figures also reach some form of immortality (Achilles, Theseus, Elvis Presley, George Washington, the sorts). And what about the other Emperors who were deified? Of the original Octavian and like.. the other ones?

Mentions of how Meg can “hear the trees growing” and the idea that the Muses can hear ink drying of poetry pages? Is this another skill to add upon them, no idea and frankly that sounds painful.

Nero and me have the same laugh I think and I don’t know how to feel about it. The best resources I can give you to visualize my laugh would be looking at Dolphins or Hyena’s. His is described as, “a snide little barking sound in the back of his nose” and I’ll be honest if nose was turned to throat It’d be pretty identical. Felt that was important to add to the ever growing and non important Kleos lore.

Nero mentions how it’s impossible for him to fade now due to being permanently remembered through the internet. Man that’s gonna age poorly in tower of Nero isn’t it? Also God-emperors are like, in a weird limbo esque situation and idk how to feel about that? I can only assume the most comparable thing would be something like New Rome’s Lares, the most noticeable other than Vitellius would be the literal ghost of Cato (I assume the younger) in SoN’s senate meeting. He’s called a ghost but I wouldn’t be surprised if he were to be in this limbo like state.

Nero yelling about the Rome fire was so funny I put three flags on the monologue.

Ellis can identify the location of the Colossus and the fact it’s a war machine. Perhaps similar to the like Percy boat/nautical knowledge he has innately.

We’ve learned that automatons are possibly being fueled by primarily the life force of wind and water spirits like Apollo states which is.. dark. But also like uh, thought they were engineering? Does this imply Festus is powered by a poor nymph or anemoi?

Gatorade can help speed the recovery process of exhaustion due to shadow travel. My only idea is that it is partially due to the electrolytes and that shadow traveling has similar effects to intense long term workouts and that the sugar also helps. Along with the fact that one singular shadow travel has seemed to wear Nico out after we’ve seen him do much bigger feats and take longer to be passing out like this?

The arrow of Dodona is really funny I’m sorry.

The Colossus is mirrored after.. someone? I don’t know they threw around Nero and Apollo’s name when talking about it. This in context with Nero is no surprise but If talking about Apollo it meant that at some point in Rome’s lifespan and potentially more Apollo had sideburns. Take that information as you wish.

Plaguey, plaguey, plaguey.

Apollo mentioning how much humans truly do affect the gods and how much the gods truly don’t like that.

Leo’s back… yay.

I don’t think Patroclus and Brises had any beef. Please media stop potraying them as containing beef I want them to be buddies.

And Calypso’s back. After reading the Odyssey I like her much less. I mean I didn’t like her much to begin with either.

Okay, I might do this for all of the ToA books? It’s a nice way to quickly get thoughts down that wouldn’t naturally give themselves over to a full post, or a good resource for me to check back on things I didn’t like and therefore will be going back and making full posts.

But also this was fun, I tried to take out a lot of the things I marked just because I thought it was funny but like… oh well lol. Good night!

[collectivecloseness]

oh my god that cockwarming one was incredible 😍😍 can I get your thoughts on breeding with kurt??

Thank you sm cherub!! Haha it was fun to write! And omggggg pls I have such a breeding kink when it comes to writing smut pls. I’m gonna have to write more of this type of stuff in other posts/asks, because I definitely won’t get all my thoughts down in one. (So if you have any other breeding kink asks, send em my way heheh)

Kurt is definitely a little possessive. Not in the typical toxic boyfriend way, so you wouldn’t expect it, or even really be able to see it until much later. He’s just slightly protective of you, if he thinks someone or something is bad. He’s pretty chill though! He’s a feminist after all. But the idea of you being filled with his cum just makes him 🤤😍🤤. Not just in a possessive way though, that’s not even a fraction of the iceberg. There’s so many reasons Kurt loves breeding you

If you’re on birth control or can’t get pregnant or anything, then he asks “oh... so.. so can I?.. In- in there?” He’s a bit shy around any subject of sex at first. The first time you two go at it, if neither of you bring up a condom or anything mid sex, and if you’re lucky enough for Kurt to know he’s about to cum, and be able to hold off for even a few seconds, because that man is cumming before you even touch him the first time, then he may be able to quickly ask you “oh god... w-where?” As he starts to pull out so he’ll be quick enough. But the second you wrap your legs around his thighs and push him back into you, when you beg Kurt to cum inside you, you promise that it’s okay, he actually collapses into your body as he cums inside. Just slowly rutting his hips a little, as he’s a dead weight on the rest of your body. Only just managing to thrust about an inch each way, as the sloppy sounds of his cum squelching around your walls spurs you both on as he keeps going.

Kurt cums a lot, as I’ve stated as my own personal hc before. Not like in frequency, although that’s also true, but there’s just so... much... of it... it’s absolutely insane how one scrappy gamer boy can produce that much cum in one load. And keep going for multiple rounds. Kurt didn’t even realise it was different until you pointed it out, although it was apparently something to (privately) brag about, so he felt pretty proud that he could provide that for you :). You once joked that you were sure if you spent an entire weekend, just making love to Kurt and letting him fill you up for the entire 2-3 days, you’d probably start to look a little pregnant by the end of it. Which actually made his eyes glaze over in a way you’ve seen many times before. He definitely has begged for you two to have that ‘special weekend’. Not that you or Kurt actually wanna see any kind of baby bumps, you both do not actually want that yet.

But it doesn’t stop the thought of Kurt fucking you full make him go feral. He promises he’ll be soooo good. He’s gonna fill you up, nice and warm, and safe, and full, just like you want. Just full of Kurt. A reminder of his love inside you. The most intimate session you could have with another person. Watching his face scrunch up as he cries so close to your head when he orgasms, is absolute bliss on its own. But feeling him pistoning inside you, as his white, thick, seed starts sticking to your walls, hearing him stirring it all up in you as he cries and pants and swears quietly above, as Kurt’s fucking your insides so warm, and wet, and deep, is absolute heaven. You’ve both toyed around with the idea of buying a plug, keeping his cum inside even longer. But Kurt also loves asking if he can ‘watch’ once you two are done. And he’ll lean dreamily on his arms, right next to your pussy, and watch as his cum starts to dribble out. Occasionally he gets impatient, or it may be really shot up there. So he gets this cute grumbly look on his face, before pressing his large palm against your stomach, and smiling with such wonder as he watches his cum pour out of you then, with him rubbing your belly.

There’s something feral, and instinctual about it. Kurt can just let his mind be free, and so can you. As you two grind into each other and just moan and fuck and make sure he’s held against you so tightly, that he’s definitely cumming deep inside you, where it’ll stick. One time, you two were walking around the mall, and your face just lost all blood. You showed Kurt in the bathrooms how his cum from last night was now starting to drip down you, and you both hurried to shove tissues in your underwear, and swab up the cum that was dribbling down your leg, as you were wearing a skirt. The white pearls clinging to your skin, as it escaped you, starting to leak out like a faucet. Kurt hurriedly drove you home, and he felt like a bit of a perv for almost wanting to lick your car seat the next day, when he went to clean up before his job. Even though you were both slightly panicked, as he helped you clean up in the cramped stall, not wanting anyone to come in, or to see you... that image, that thought of that happening again, having happened before, it fuels Kurt’s solo masturbation sessions forever

The dirty talk is insane. Kurt is very cute as he babbles about whatever is on his mind and he can half stammer out, when you two are making love. But sometimes when he gets closer to cumming, the dirty talk riles up as he remembers in expectant bliss whats about to come next. Mostly said in his promising tone, stuttering a little cause he’s close, and so so ready to make you cum, because he knows you love him describing exactly how he’s going to cum in you too. Sometimes it’s babbling as he loses his mind, lascivious thoughts in the back of his mind. Or it can be a mix. But Kurt will talk so sweetly to you about such private things, not just talking, but talking to you, his eyes full of love and awe, or scrunched shut in bliss. His desperation that isn’t rushed, but lived in, knowing that you want him too, you want him to breed you just as much as Kurt wants to fill you so fucking full of himself. Talking while he rubs you down there, and hopes to feel you squirt around his cock (because god, that’s so fucking hot to him), while he shoots his load as deep inside his love as he can get. Any sentence he can choke out, before he loses his control and his mind. “Yeah? Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up so fucking much baby. I love you so much. Mmmm ‘m gonna fill you and fuck you with my cum over and over. ‘M not gonna stop until you’re full down there. Always gonna have my cum inside you, huh? Always gonna be with a part of me? I’m always yours baby. Fuck, you ready? You want my cum? Want me to cum in you baby? Want me to cum all in your p-perfect pussy? Don’t worry. I’m gonna give you what you want. Promise. Gonna cum for you real soon can’t hold on babe!! Fuck fuck... shit!”

You may also get him begging to cum inside you. Crying, or kissing you everywhere, or tantruming while trying to hold you close, because he’s so desperate to not cum anywhere else. To not waste his load, when he could cum inside your pussy. His favourite place on earth maybe. Yeah he also likes cumming on your boobs, and your tongue, and your hand, and other places too. But if he’s in the breeding mood, he doesn’t want it anywhere else. He’ll be begging for you, to prove he’s being good just please don’t tease him, please let him have this!

Kurt wants to be the only one who cums inside you. He doesn’t care if you’ve had past sexual partners before, but the thought of him being the only one allowed to cum in you, that no matter how much he watches you kiss other friends on the cheeks, or cuddle your bestie instead of him, or dance flirtily with your pals, Kurt is the only one who gets to cum in you. And he doesn’t get jealous over others in that way. Kurt’s jealousy is different, he knows you don’t actually like your friends in that way, he knows you wouldn’t cheat on him, he knows you don’t actually love your fictional crush more than you love him. But he does get a bit of fomo sometimes. He just wants all your attention on him, and he understands that’s silly, so he lets you go. He’ll pout about it in his own corner, but he’ll be waiting patiently for you to ask him a question next. He’ll probably just watch you holding your friends hand and wish it was his, knowing he can pick yours up when you’re done, or watch you show your friend the cool new sexy trick you’ve learned of twisting a cherry stem with your tongue, and just hide his own chub while he buys your drink. Knowing he’s the only one who gets to breed you, satisfies any silly little thoughts like that most of the time. And remembering how you beg for Kurt’s cum. Knowing how you don’t want anyone else, from your groaning voice that still lingers in his ears

[outoutdamnspark]

hello! here I a come again to ask bunch of questions! for the Fanfic Writer Ask Game! h e h e ✍️ 🚀👓 💕💘 and finally 🎨

From the fanfic prompt list here.

💕 and 👓 are answered here~

✍️ What’s your ideal writing setup?

I have a bad habit of just sort of carrying my laptop around the house with me and writing wherever I wind up (usually standing in the kitchen for some reason), but honestly my actual setup is pretty close to ideal~

(Hehehe~)

My previous setup was my favorite, though; in our last apartment I had a larger corner deck right next to a window where I could watch the sky while thinking.

🚀 Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

Depends on the fic. If it’s a shorter one I generally just write it as a stream of consciousness. For longer ones I like to plan out the chapters ahead of time. I outline when I can, or just write myself a really quick summary so I don’t forget anything later.

💘 Is it easier to write angst or fluff?

Would.

Would you believe me if I said they’re both pretty equal for me?

Fluff and angst are the two things I write best, I think, so I have a decent amount of practice for both. (Maaaaaaybe angst just a bit more, though?)

They have opposite struggles for me, too, because with fluff I have to check myself and make sure it’s not reading as romantic if it isn’t supposed to be, and for angst I have to find a good balance so that A: the end result is believable/possible, and B: it’s not so damn heavy no one wants to read it.

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Technically already answered this one, but! I mentioned a submas au I haven’t really talked about yet, which is ‘Twas Brillig‘ - or, my “Domino Men” au~

It’s a horror au! :D A fusion of American McGee’s Alice: Madness Returns and Submas - with psychological horror, body horror, violence, death, and found family!

And if anyone ever made fanart of this scene here, I’d probably go utterly feral.

(CW: mild descriptions of bloodless body horror under the cut.)

[vivisols]

how does she interact with DJSS? Is she in a band or is she a solo musician? Is she a pedestrian or a new NSR head? What’s her personality? How she interact with the other NSR heads? What inspired her? How does she meet DJSS? Is it a good meeting or a slow burn situation? Have you thought about her story and arc? Does she change DJSS’s self absorbed personality, or is it a “only nice for her” type thing? Does she have any nicknames? Any family, or friends? I also just realized she might not just go by she/her as well so what are her pronouns? What are the others feelings of her? Which district does she live in? If any at all? Can our ocs be friends? Is that the only art of her? And does she come in before or after rock revolution? After the main game concludes? During even? And if you have any more facts about her after answering these, can you plleeeassseee share them?

gaaaasssssppppp

man that was a lot of questions, but you did say go wild, thanks!

WOWZERS SO MANY!!!! GRAHHHHHH!!!! ANON LOOK OUT IM GOING TO GO SO FERAL UNDER THE CUT!!!!!

-oh djss and zoleil interact aaaaalll the time, whether during NSR meetings or during their free time!!!! they are often texting or calling or hanging out 24/7,,, dates are super frequent with them!! their interactions are always pretty positive :3 they’re just vibing and deeply in love!!!

-she’s a solo musician through and through!!!! save for the occasional collab of course :3

-she’s an NSR head/charter!

-her personality,,,, very VERY tough to pinpoint when im not writing it lol but! the gist of it is that zoleil is typically pretty reserved and mellow. she’s usually just minding her own business and vibing most of the time, though she can be fairly outgoing if she feels up to it! she sure won’t turn down a party if she gets invited and she usually doesn’t mind hosting them either! she’s usually rather polite, although she’s suuuper impulsive and often does things in the heat of the moment. she mostly makes a lot of impulse purchases and is a LOT more emotion based as opposed to logic based!! even though she bottles up all those feelings… she is also the type to hold a deep, scathing grudge against someone for AGESSSSSS LMAO o_O zoleil also struggles with internally making everything a competition as well as some anger issues, though she’s definitely calmed down somewhat by the time of the game! well, until the rock uprising, that is :3

-realllllly varies depending on the head! obviously she’s on like. the best of terms with DJSS bc they r married LMAO xD shes a more icy towards sayu and her team, as she doesn’t really see the appeal of the whole gig but respects the effort put in anyways! she’s kind of friends with yinu and her mother, though they aren’t really close. more like… acquaintances that see each other really often lol zoleil is pretty close with neon j and was actually friends with him before she befriended DJSS!!! she thinks 1010 are neat and cool :] she’s pretty close with eve too and they often have long talks about art and things hehe (fun fact! zoleil and eve are both demisexual (like. Me. hehehe :3c)) …and she is usually sucking up to Tatiana and trying to win her favor for one reason or another (to no avail i may add, tatiana knows what she’s up to and gives her absolutely no special treatment because of it LMAO)

-a whole lotta things inspire her! but mainly clouds and the sky and general feelings of airiness/floatiness! for her music, she mostly just wanted to try something new! after her first song got really big out of the blue one day, she got super invested in making music and wanted to keep trying new things lol

-she meets him through NSR meetings before the game! -their whole relationship is very VERY slow burn bc they start off as workplace ‘rivals’ always trying to one up each other,,, im such a sucker for that trope omg xD whether on purpose or at random, they keep ending up being made to do things together until eventually (and very annoyingly in their eyes at first) they start to realize that the other person isn’t actually so bad. then they slowly start to become friends! cue 3 years of pining before an actual romance is developed LOL

-i think about her story ALL the time…OUGHHHH,,,, the VERY short summary is that like djss she came from a smaller town (tho not the same as his) and eventually moved to vinyl city after a few of her songs started getting really big. something something she gets scouted by NSR from there :3 her arc mainly focuses on moving on and letting go!

-zoleil kind of changes him for the better but not too much!!!! he’s still mostly only nice to her, though he’s a bit more open to others than he was before. keyword: a bit. he’s still preeeeetty self centered lol!! it’s really a minuscule difference but still a noticeable one!

-DJSS usually calls her ‘Zo’ but will occasionally use ‘Zo-Zo’. she thinks the latter is deeply embarrassing (because of how much she loves being called it and how sweet and adorable she thinks it is hahaha)

-she’s got a bunch of friends, but she’s really only super close with a few! as for family, she has a mother, though she’s cut contact with her.

-she/her!!!! (though she doesn’t mind they/them or it/its on occasion)

-DJSS loves her very much! (:3c the sayu team thinks that she’s a bit too harsh at time, but they still respect her like she respects them at the end of the day! yinu’s mom thinks she’s way too unserious and as a result doesn’t talk to her much outside of work. yinu doesn’t really care to interact with her lol neon j thinks shes a good friend, if not a bit quiet at times! and 1010 are usually of the opinion that she’s silly hahaha tatiana thinks she’s very talented. though she also thinks that zoleil needs to stop asking for her opinion on every little thing ever. she is also fully aware of when zoleil is being the equivalent of a teachers pet and trying to win her favor still respects her despite that, even if she does get a bit fed up with her antics at times hehe

-she lived in her own district, aka the lumiere district! before she moved in with DJSS in the cast tech district of course :3c

-OFC OUR OCS CAN BE FRIENDS!!!! ID LOVE THAT!!!!!!!! AAJNSJSHSH

-OH DEFINITELY NOT. IVE GOT SO MUCH ART OF HER AND DJSS YOU DONT EVEN KNOW LMAOOOOOTHERE IS SO MUCH….

-she joined NSR years before the rock revolution and she has a part during the game too!!! i think about her potential boss fight SO much ajshdhsjjxnx….

AND NOW FOR SOME RANDOM FUN FACTS SINCE YOU ASKED!!!!! >:3

-she’s been an oc of mine since 2022! may 29th mark. 2 years since her creation (IM NOT REAADY AAAAAA)

-as i said before, zoleil is demisexual! she’s also omniromantic :3 AND she has ADHD! wow guys i wonder who she got all that from isn’t that crazy that we have so much in common 😁😁😁😁

-she and DJSS have collaborated 9 times now. for funzies!

-she’s one of my most redesigned ocs, if not THE most! she’s gone through like 20 different designs,,,, her last one is still rotating in my brain

-her left ring finger is actually slightly crooked! she broke it when she was a kid and it didn’t quite heal properly…

ANYWAYS ANON THIS WAS!!!!! SO FUN!!!!!! PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND IN MORE QUESTIONS I LOVED ANSWERING ALL OF THIS SO MUCH!!

[becca-e-barnes]

Rhi's Writing Challenge 💗

@strwbrrybucky you beautiful angel, thank you for hosting such a fun writing challenge!! I was so excited about this prompt and I've been working on this fic for ages now! I couldn't pass up the chance to write about our favourite Sheriff Daddy 💕 I hope you like it babe!! I love you loads! And let's pretend I didn't leave it until the very last day to post hehehe

Pairing: Boyfriend!Ransom x Reader x Dad’s Best Friend!Lee

Summary: You and your boyfriend get caught making love by the town Sheriff but when Lee hears Ransom didn't make you finish, he decides to finish what Ransom started

Warnings: Smut, heavy degradation, threesome, mmf, cheating, exhibitionism, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, forced orgasm, car sex, abuse of power (kind of), significant age gap (but everyone is of age), unprotected sex, cuckolding, cum play, praise, pet names, interactions with law enforcement, rough sex, double penetration, oral (m receiving), spit roasting, choking, face fucking, daddy kink, breeding kink

Word Count: 2938

Prompt: If I end up needing to pull over, I promise you, you’re not gonna walk for a week

I haven't written anything full length in so long so I would really appreciate some feedback!!

Minors, do not interact

“Shit, baby that’s it. Just like that.” The gentle praise rolls so sweetly off your boyfriend’s tongue and you can't help but groan, basking in his attention.

Ransom Drysdale was rarely this sweet during sex. It wasn’t really Ransom’s style, as you had come to notice. Ransom preferred instead to use you, to leave you shaking and cumming and so blissed out while he tells you what a filthy little slut you are for enjoying it.

After all, you’re the town angel. Everyone thinks you're so sweet and gentle and caring but behind closed doors you find yourself giving in to temptation, surrendering and becoming your boyfriend’s dirty whore.

Tonight was different for you and Ransom. Tonight he had you laid out, legs spread wide in the back seat of his car, his thick cock slipping in and out of you while he gripped your throat.

His body weight pinned you down, trapping you and forcing you to take every last inch of him and you were in fucking bliss.

You’d been reluctant to try something so public. Sure you’re fooled around a little before, making out in the movie theatre or letting him slip his hand under your skirt at dinner but this was different.

His car was pulled over on the side of the road and although it was dark, the little interior light offered just enough to ensure he could see that blissed out look on your face.

“F-fuck this pussy is tight.” He gasped, tightening his grip a little on your neck and using his other hand to brace himself against the door.

The backseat was cramped, you had no doubt about that but there was something about the way it forced Ransom closer and deeper that made you slightly dizzy.

Being out in the middle of nowhere was almost freeing, with no one around to hear you, you could be far more open and bold about the pleasure you were stealing from each other.

Your groans and pleas filled the crisp evening air, little cries for more making Ransom absolutely feral, drilling into your pussy in a way that had your eyes rolling back.

“So fucking pretty like this, holy shit baby, I’m gonna cum, fuck I’m gonna cum.” He groans, his pretty face screwed up and you know he can’t hold it. He’s getting off on the risk. Not only the risk of being caught but the risk of knocking you up. Having everyone in town know what a depraved little slut you are for him.

“Ransom baby please, fill me daddy, flood my pussy.” You whine, biting your bottom lip, looking him in the eye and that’s all it takes. He spills inside you with a groan, his thick cock twitching, flooding your greedy hole with more cum than you can hold.

“Fucking take it, take it baby, that’s it.” He chants mindlessly between kisses to your neck.

In the midst of the lust and pleasure, neither of you notice the flashing lights. By the time you do, it’s far too late, the alternating colours dancing on Ransom’s flushed cheeks and neither of you have a chance to so much as pull away from each other.

Two gentle taps at the window make you both jump, frantically scrambling to pull your skirt down as Ransom tucks himself back into his pants.

“Shit shit shit.” You whisper, your heart racing as Ransom tries to tame his hair with his fingers. There’s no playing this off. But given that your father is the Deputy Sheriff, you can only pray it’s anyone but him knocking on your boyfriend’s car window.

“Evenin’ Mr Drysdale.” The familiar drawl from outside the car makes your heart sink. While it’s not your father's voice, it’s just as fucking bad.

Ransom glances over at you, panic evident on his face just as clearly as it’s evident on your own as he opens the car door.

“Evening Sheriff Bodecker.” He smiles, trying to stay as calm as possible.

“Son, I’m gonna need you and your sweetheart here to step out of the vehicle.” Lee sighs, not even taking the time to glance inside the car to see which sweet young woman had managed to find her way under Ransom Drysdale.

Reluctantly, Ransom steps out, tucking his shirt back into his pants because there’s not much point pretending anymore.

After taking a deep breath, you follow, shuffling over the leather seats until you’re able to let your shoes crunch down on the gravel.

“Evening Lee.” You smile and you notice how his smile falters a little.

“For God’s sake honey, this guy? Gotta say, I’m disappointed and I know your parents will be too.” He sighs, making Ransom huff in indignation

Lee shoots him a look, begging Ransom to say something. Begging him to open that chirpy little mouth and say something Lee can make him regret.

“Please Lee, just let us go this once? Won’t happen again, I swear.” You beg, giving him the sweetest eyes you can muster, hoping he’ll soften and let you both off the hook.

“ ‘M afraid not, what you n’your boyfriend just got up to was public indecency, darlin’.” Lee looks so smug but it’s easy to see the slight flash of disappointment in his eyes. “I just hope it was worth it.”

“Don’t worry Sheriff, it was so good.” Ransom boasts, his chest puffed out as Lee scoffs, debating whether or not to cuff you both.

“Good for you maybe, but let me tell you son, that girl beside you isn’t fuckin’ satisfied. So in my book, I’m just pissed off that y’stopped. If you’d been man enough to make your girl finish, I might jus’ be lettin’ you away with it.” Lee hisses, foregoing the cuffs in an effort to guide you both to the back of his cruiser.

It’s not hard to see that Ransom can’t make eye contact with you, embarrassment making his cheeks burn as you both get settled in the back. You can feel his seed dripping out of you, no doubt making a mess of your pretty little skirt but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Lee takes his place in the driver’s seat, looking in the rear view before heading on, the dirt road crunching under the tyres.

You all sit in silence as he drives, the tension thick in the back seat until you feel Ransom’s hand on your knee, spreading them gently.

“You’re gonna fucking finish. Right here. Want my cum dripping out of you onto this asshole’s seats, you got that?” His voice is quiet, barely more than a whisper but his touch is firm and insistent and he can only smirk when you nod. He has one thing on his mind and it’s tending to his wounded pride.

His fingertips ghost up the insides of your messy thighs, trailing through his own cum that’s spilled out of you and you can’t find it in you to tell him to stop. Lee isn’t watching after all, too consumed by announcements coming over his radio.

Two thick fingers slip inside you. They’re long and dexterous and delighting in the fact you don’t need any prep after having been stretched out on his cock not long ago.

His fingers rub nicely, letting you feel full and before long, you’re grinding your hips down on them, stealing pleasure at every chance you get.

You can’t help but watch Lee in the rearview, his eyes trained on the road and this is so filthy and wrong, you have to bite your own bottom lip to stop yourself from groaning.

Ransom hasn’t said another word, leaving you to desperately hump his fingers and God, it feels good but it’s not enough. It’s shameful and disgusting and you shouldn’t enjoy it at all but you need more.

The slick noises of your sopping pussy fill the back seat, your eyes trained on Lee’s reflection as you grind back and forth on your boyfriend’s hand.

But then Ransom crooks his fingers just right, the next grind on your hips makes him nudge your sweet spot and you mewl at the pleasure. It’s no more than a quiet sob but it’s enough to tear Lee’s attention off the road and back onto you.

Your eyes meet in the reflection and there’s a split second where he recognises exactly what you’re doing in his car.

“Jesus Christ, fuckin’ cut it out. You couldn’t please her the first time Drysdale, give the girl a fuckin’ break.” He hisses but Ransom doesn’t stop. Instead, he begins thrusting his fingers in and out of you, curling them with a smug smirk on his face as you whine and moan openly.

“Go on baby, cum for daddy.” Ransom urges but you’re still not there yet.

“Embarrassing yourself now, sweetheart. Tell him to stop it or just hurry up and cum.” Lee’s ultimatum is a terrible one because you don’t want to do either. One option results in you sitting there, unsatisfied and aching, wishing you had only been quiet a few minutes longer. The other involves you shamelessly rubbing yourself silly on your boyfriend’s hand while your father’s best friend watches and listens.

“Go on baby, cum on my fingers. Let Lee hear how pretty you sound when you cum for me.” Ransom encourages but it doesn’t help

“Do I need to do it myself? Cause honey, if I end up needing to pull over, I promise you, you’re not gonna walk for a week.” Lee’s words send a shiver down your spine. An all consuming, filthy shiver because that’s what you need. Not Ransom. You need Lee.

“You’re not gonna need to fuckin’ touch her.” Ransom spits out, not able to bite his tongue anymore and you can see Lee’s eyes squint a little, trying to register who the fuck this boy thinks he’s talking to.

“Son, if that girl was gonna cum for you, she’d a’fuckin’ done it already. Can’t believe you’re stickin’ your dick in the sweetest piece of ass in town and you won’t even make her finish. Jus’ fuckin’ embarassin’.” Lee’s voice is calm and measured, checking in his side mirror and his rearview once more before throwing his indicator on and pulling over, bringing the cruiser to a stop.

“How ‘bout we show this jerk how it’s done, huh kitten? We’ll teach him how’t please a woman.” The look on his face makes you clench around Ransom’s fingers because this man looks ravenous. His eyes are trained on where your boyfriend’s fingers are buried inside you and you just spread your legs wider, giving him a better view.

“Hm, tha’s cute, Drysdale. You’re gonna needa give her a third finger if she’s gonna take me. Go on, stretch your girl out for me.” You can tell Ransom is seething with anger because Lee has won. You’ve given in to him and now he’s going to have to watch.

“Eat shit, Sheriff.” Ransom spits and the second the words leave his lips, he finds himself regretting it.

“Suit yourself. You’re just gonna have’ta listen to her while I’m splittin’ her open.” Lee’s indifference makes you shiver. “Come on baby, climb in the front with me.” You gladly do as you’re told, letting Ransom’s fingers slip from you as you manoeuvre yourself out of the back seat and round to the driver’s side while Lee pushes the seat back to give you both enough room.

“You wanna feel a real man, don’t you kitten? Bet he’s too fuckin’ gentle ’n tha’s not what you need. Little slut like you needs a firm hand.” Lee smirks, watching how you nod, giving you a chaste kiss before manhandling you so you’re angled over the top of the centre console. He’s careful not to put you in a position that’s too uncomfortable but from here, you can see Ransom and Ransom can see both of you and you know it shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does.

“Lee, please.” You whine, the sound of his belt buckle making you squirm because you know your leaking, throbbing cunt is exposed and you’re beyond desperate to get off.

“You’re a whore, you know that? Can’t fucking believe you.” Ransom doesn’t want to be into this. He truly fucking doesn’t. But when he watches how your eyes roll back at the feeling of a thick, hard cock teasing your dripping slit, he can’t help how he twitches in his pants.

“She might not be such a whore if y’took care of her. If y’were mine, y’wouldn’t be left unsatisfied, that’s for damn sure, kitten.” Lee’s little promise ends with a low groan as he bottoms out inside you and you can’t help but notice that you’re far fuller with Lee than you feel with Ransom. Ransom isn’t small by any means but Lee just feels better.

“Fuck that’s good, Lee. N-need you to fuck me h-hard. I wanna cum Lee, please, I-I can’t…”. Your voice trails off as he starts to move, a gasp trapped in your throat as he slides out, only to press back in again.

“Y’hear how desperate your girl is? Actin’ like a little fuckin’ cum dump jus’ so she can get off. You’re fuckin’ pathetic, Drysdale.” You can see Ransom seething with anger, a fire raging behind his eyes but God, your little whimpers are hot.

“Holy shit Lee, deeper. O-oh my God.” You look so blissed out already, a sob torn from your throat as Lee uses his full body weight to press himself inside you.

The feeling is overwhelming, you’re stuffed and stretched and still leaking from Ransom and it’s so degrading but you wouldn’t dream of letting Lee stop. His firm hands land on your waist, his fingers digging in as he grunts.

“Sh-she’s gonna cum, Lee. O-oh fuck.” Ransom’s voice is smaller now, the discomfort in his pants humbling him because he’s enjoying this far more than he wants to admit.

“Will we ruin her? Have half a mind not t’let you touch her again but this little thing just wants to be used, don’t ya, kitten?” Lee purrs and seeing you nod just confirms his plan.

“Take your cock out Drysdale. A-ah, feed it to her.” Your eyes roll back at Lee’s suggestion and by the time you’ve managed to recover, you feel a wet tip pressed to your lips. “Fuck’s sake boy, get it at least to the back of her throat. Go on, princess, you can take it, can’t you?”

“Fuck my throat, Ran. Don’t be gentle.” You whisper, loud enough for both of them to hear you and it makes Lee groan, giving your ass a harsh spank.

“You heard her.” Lee encourages, not even pausing his thrusts.

“D-didn’t realise you were so slutty, holy shit. Look so innocent, n-never would’ve dreamed you’d want two dicks at once.” Ransom can’t hold back any more, holding the back of your head and pressing his cock inside you until it hits the back of your throat. “G-good girl, take it so well.”

His head is thrown back, his huge frame still looking cramped in the back seat of the car but he doesn’t even care. Not when you’re drooling on his cock because the town sheriff is fucking you too well.

Your little cries of pleasure are only muffled by the throbbing length in your mouth and you know you can’t last long. You’ve been too worked up for far too long and the way Lee fits inside you perfectly is just too much.

“Your girl is gonna cum. Fuck, didn’t think this pretty pussy could get any tighter. Pullin’ me in like you wouldn’t even believe. Guess tha’s what havin’ a mouth full of cock will do to ya. Go on sweetheart, cum for daddy. Show your little boyfriend how pretty you look when ya lose control on a nice big dick.” Lee knows he won’t last long either but he’s desperate to get you there before he can let himself give in.

Ransom is too lost in the feeling of your mouth to even register the fact Lee is mocking him, fucking recklessly into you as Lee fucks you from behind.

“God ‘m so close. Can’t, oh baby please.” Ransom sobs, his eyes screwed shut.

“Go on kitten, soak my cock for me. Lemme feel how bad y’need my cum.” Lee’s voice is low, barely more than a growl as he gives you a few more harsh thrusts.

That’s all it takes for your body to surrender, giving in and clenching tight around him. Your fingernails claw at the leather seats, struggling for something, anything to ground you other than the two cocks filling you up.

“Sh-shit, jus’ like that. Good fuckin’ girl, cummin’ so hard for daddy. Pussy’s drippin’ already.” Lee groans, emptying inside you just a few strokes later, flooding your cunt with his release.

“Oh God please.” Ransom cries, pressing your head down and cumming down your throat with a ragged cry, his hot spend dripping down your throat.

“Kitten, you’re stuffed. God, that’s a pretty sight.” Lee gasps, wiping his sweaty forehead on his sleeve, admiring the mess he’s made as he pulls out. Ransom does the same, gasping for air as he tucks himself back into his trousers, flopping against the seat, looking exhausted.

“That’s how you treat your girl, Drysdale. And sweetheart, if he ever leaves ya unsatisfied again, my door’s always open, ya hear me?” Lee smirks, giving your ass one last spank before pulling you up for a tender kiss and Ransom can’t even find it in himself to be mad.

[athyathye]

Hello author, could you do a shinobu! reader with Mikey, Baji and Chifuyu if possible, thank you. Love your writing btw

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Shinobu! Reader

(Mikey, Baji and Chifuyu)

Warnings ⚠️: just a teensy amount of violence and profanity

Mikey :

❥  “Kocho Y/n! Though I can’t really fight, I’m Toman’s medic as well as their leader’s girlfriend!” you spoke, your gentle and low voice catching both of the gangs that were currently fighting off-guard.

❥  They glanced behind them, seeing a rather young girl holding one of the higher titled members by the neck, looking as calm as ever to the rest of Toman.

❥ “Y/n-san!” Draken exclaimed, sweat dripping in slight exasperation, already knowing how this would end, especially with Mikey being so overprotective of you.

❥  Everybody stopped what they were doing and looked at you. Glancing at each other to see if what they were seeing was true, after all it wasn’t everyday you saw a frail but pretty woman holding the neck of one of the people they considered undefeatable.

❥ “What’s this b*tch-” The goon who had said this was now laying on the cold pavement, knocked out with blood continuously dripping from his nose.

❥  “Ah~ that was a nice kick, Mikey!” you had unbotheredly stated, looking behind you to see the said man, while still keeping your tight grip on the boy who was obviously taller and buffer than you.

❥  “I told you not to come!” Mikey frustratedly said, fighting 5 people at once who had tried to come for him but mostly to you.

❥  “Well, you see they didn’t seem to have the same idea! After all, they had the audacity to try and drag me here as blackmail!” Again with your pretty and calming voice, it was the complete exact opposite reaction that one should have after hearing what you’ve said.

❥  The rest of Toman’s eyes widened, glancing at each other before fully retreating to the sides, their faces as gloomy as can be while the rival gang shouted at them in confusion.

❥  Only to get whacked in the head by the feral Mikey who did not stop there, no sir, he made sure their leader couldn’t walk nor show his face for the next year or so before targeting the rest of them.

❥  “Man, Mikey definitely has issues” Takemitchy shuddered, glancing at one of the fallen member besides him, bloodied up and all.

❥  “...It’s not like y/n’s any better.” they all glanced at you who was in the middle of it all, clapping your hands in amusement while softly laughing which made them all sweatdrop.

❥  Why was it that 2 of the most unstable people were the ones in a relationship-

Baji :

❥ Pit someone like shinobu and baji together, you’d get something like a mastermind and an accomplice.

❥  Truthfully, Baji doesn’t even know he’s being used, he thinks of it as something like him being your saviour or some other romance-y cringy stuff he reads.

❥  “Well, why wouldn’t you be able to do it though? I was sure it'd be child's play for you, Keisuke!” you egged him, acting like you were disappointed which made him look at you with eyes that resembled that of a puppy’s.

❥  “Are you sure you can’t do it? Even though there’s no reason you can’t do it? It can’t be helped then, If you can’t do it. Can’t be helped, can’t be helped.” You pat his shoulder “pityingly” which made his mood and confidence go down. Sulkily eating his food while pushing up the glasses he had unfortunately worn to make himself seem smarter.

❥ It wasn’t that he couldn’t, he just didn’t want to get suspended once again-

❥  Before he could say more, you turned to his friend who you and everybody else knew had a crush on you. Even the dummy pah knew, it was that obvious.

❥  “Then! Please give it your all! ___-kun!” You held his hand, which made both boys blow a fuse, one out of sheer flusteredness and the other of pure anger and jealousy.

❥  “I’m your biggest cheerleader!” You didn’t even once glance at Baji, even knowing how furious he’d be right about now. Besides, if he wasn’t going to give in to your version of entertainment, then why’d you force him...hehehe.

❥  “Yes ma’am!” The friend had bursted, turning as red as possible which made Baji snarl, and Chifuyu who was beside you sigh, giving up on both of you really, nothing was more dangerous than you and Baji together.

❥  Baji couldn’t take it anymore, there was a reason he decided to cut ties with the guy, even though he continued to stick to your group. He stood up, grabbing the bowl of soup which Chifuyu had ordered and threw it right at the poor guy.

❥  Meanwhile you still had that easy-going smile on your face (Which they adored ehem) acting oblivious to what just happened, even when Chifuyu had started screaming at Baji to pay for another serving.

❥  Watching as the guy who was drenched in soup quietly grabbed a plate of lasagna and hurled it to Baji’s direction, only for him to duck and hit the back of the person on the next table over….which was unfortunately Mitsuya.

❥ The rest of the cafeteria stood silent, each glancing at each other in worry as Mitsuya tried to hide his seething anger, before pulling a plate which looked to be spaghetti. You could really tell where this was going.

❥  So yes in the end, Baji did end up getting suspended. Yes he got scolded by his mother, but hey he got cuddles and kisses from you as an apology.

❥ What was it that Baji couldn’t do that you wanted him to do? Start a food fight. Why? Because you were a psycho-

❥ You were the real culprit, but you sure knew how to provoke a person….what a scary individual-

Chifuyu :

❥  This would be the exact opposite of Baji’s relationship. After all, Chifuyu was stupid, but not that stupid.

❥  And he wasn’t that much of a simp as Baji…..I’m totally lying.

❥ “Chifuyu….Are you listening, Chifuyu?” Being in Chifuyu’s arms was certainly romantic….not in this scenario though.

❥ You struggled against him, as Baji struggled in Draken’s hold as well. Neither being too happy in getting restrained.

❥ “Since my attack was just to say the truth, and therefore justified, I don’t believe it could be construed as a violation.” You tried to break free, but to no avail, making Chifuyu sigh in tiredness.

❥  “But what you’re doing is against what a boyfriend stands for.” Chifuyu flinched, glancing at Baji then back at you, wondering what he should do.

❥  “Lemme go! Hey! I don’t care if you’re Chifuyu's girlfriend! It’s on sight b*tch! I ain’t disliked by people!” Baji shouted, being pinned down by both Draken and Mikey. Well that answered his question-

❥  “Are you perhaps still angry I pointed out how people don’t like you?” You then said with an irk mark, but a smile still present on your face.

❥  “Ah~ well i’m sorry, You haven’t realized that people don’t like you then. That was uncalled for, please forgive me” That statement made all 3 of the boys preventing a bloodbath to deadpan, Chifuyu looked like his soul left his body as he tried to push you away from the scene, knowing just how cruel you and Baji could be.

❥  Sadly, a few minutes later, here you were tying a piece of long cloth on Baji’s head. Looking as satisfied as ever even with Baji looking at you with a glare and being held down by rope courtesy of Mitsuya.

❥  Chifuyu wondered how bad was his sins in the past life to deserve this, why couldn’t his best friend and girlfriend just get along.

❥  Though when he looked at you, aura shining in victory, he decided it wasn’t that bad. Maybe it was just some repercussions or something, He smiled to himself, looking delighted just by having a glimpse of you.

❥  Mikey saw that love-sick smile and jabbed Draken, which in turn jabbed Mitsuya and so on. He only noticed the boys looking at him when he heard Baji scoff.

❥  The mocking smiled in their faces said enough, He breathed through his mouth before closing his eyes, awaiting for the teasing that was about to commence.

[ratcandy]

CoGR Abridged/Summarized

Hello hello! My name is Clam, otherwise known as Squeakyclam on Ao3, and this is a heavily summarized/shortened version of my HK fic Camouflage of Great Renown. For anyone somehow finding this that doesn't know what it's about, CoGR focuses on Zote and his story through the game and what preceded it. He recounts his entire life up until the end of what's known in canon, and this includes a whole lot of angst, growth, realizations, and Trauma Revelations.

Oh, and he's a nosk. Zote is a nosk. Yep.

I've had a few requests for a summary, as the work is super long and reading through 130k+ words of Zote dialogue may not be for everyone, hehehe so I've compiled all the important plot points and wrote them out here in order of his story, rather than the plotline CoGR goes through specifically (in which big events in his history are revealed later on).

If I had to recommend reading the fic for anything, it'd be the... impact, I suppose? 'Cause reading the summarized events here will NOT be anything like reading it in CoGR. Seeing as the fic is all in Zote's pov and he actually has to force himself to admit all of this aloud. But I digress!!

Here's a summary of Zote's life according to CoGR.

THIS IS A VERY, VERY LONG POST DESPITE BEING A SUMMARY. I'm sorry, CoGR just has a lot happening! T/W for mentions of death.

A lot more heavy stuff happens in CoGR, but in this summary I do my best to step around those subjects. If you think more T/Ws should be added, let me know, and I'll put them here

Nosks were a species that inhabited Deepnest, specifically living in a den towards the nest's depths. It split off into lots of tunnels and caverns that each nosk lived in. "Society" there was very hostile and unwelcoming, as nosks valued brute strength over just about anything else. Caring for another nosk - be it kin or otherwise - was considered weak. "Burdens" to the den, such as nosks that were badly wounded, would/could not hunt, or were simply getting too old would be killed off. Death in and of itself was very common and hardly anyone would bat an eye at it.

Think the Mantis Tribe but largely feral and without a shred of decency of morals.

Runt donning mask of citizen was born into the nosk den alongside his brother, who would become hunter donning hide of tiktik.

(Before anyone asks, these are just the naming conventions that nosks have. No one but the nosk superiors - the leaders of the den - are granted actual names.)

A third egg was among them, but the brother broke it open and ate the younger sibling not long after hatching.

The two were born under a superior (their mother) and her chosen mate (their father). They were expected to grow up strong and eventually overtake their mother and become superiors. Or, one of them would, maybe.

The runt (Zote) was immediately scorned by the mother, as he was extremely frail and useless, and she just about killed him off right after he hatched - but his father stepped in, and the runt was left alive.

Zote grew up to be a weak nosk who could barely defend himself in a den full of beasts that would gladly kill him if doing so wouldn't be a direct offense to a superior. His brother was cruel to him, his father berated him constantly, and his mother was hardly in the picture at all. Only ever watching him distastefully from afar.

His father did, however, train him, if only sparingly. The least he could do to keep Zote alive. (Doing so would be a death wish were any other nosks to find out about it...)

However, an elder in the den - hunter donning mask of weaver - gained Zote's attention as she told him fantastical stories from outside the den. This elder had spent a good portion of her life among the Weavers, initially being sent to learn about them (to make them easier to hunt) but growing interested in their culture and choosing to stay. Until she did something to get her chased out.

At any rate, she told the stories from the Weavers to Zote, alongside news of what was happening outside of Deepnest. This caused the runt to become obsessed with the idea of being a knight, as the stories just sounded!! So amazing and heroic and awesome and!!! :D Yea!! He wanted to be just like that!

To the point where he even carved a sword out of the shellwood... with the den elder's help. He named it Life-Ender eventually.

At some point, however, his father found out about all this. His father figured that the only way to eliminate this problem - as wishing to be something heroic that saved lives or whatever was SO unnosk-like (and would get him killed) - was to kill the den elder.

Before she died, the elder told Zote to run away from the den, and not to return no matter what. The idiot did not run, and because of this, he witnessed the Den Elder's death at the hands of his father and some other nosks.

Man! this does, however, cause Zote to be more... "open" about his ideas. By this I mean he begins carrying Life-Ender around instead of hiding it in his nest. what do you mean it's a comfort item what! no he's just rebelliously showing off how much he wants to be a knight. totally. 100% /s

well, anyway, not long after this, the idiot's father dies at the claws of his mother. Zote unfortunately witnesses this as well. When he tries to run, his mother catches him, nearly killing him as well. Luckily(?), this attempt is thwarted by Zote's brother, who was very distraught over their father's death. The brother swears to kill the mother before storming off. Zote runs into hiding (still in the nosk den), and begins devising his plan so to get the hell out of there.

Of the few times that Zote leaves his nest after his father's death, 90% of them ended with him getting pummeled by his brother. The latter was livid, blaming the father's death on Zote and frequently bursting into fits of emotional rage. Rage is great for nosks, other emotions not so much.

On one occasion in particular, the brother goes too far, nearly killing Zote. In the scuffle, Life-Ender is shattered, and that sends Zote into a blind anger (mixed with survival instinct as he's About to Die). Zote then kills his brother.

A crowd had gathered around them during the fight. In that crowd was Zote's mother, who looked to him approvingly after he'd killed off his brother. This terrified Zote, so he gathered the pieces of Life-Ender and fled the den forever.

Stopping at the hot spring in Deepnest, he made a disguise for himself based on the vessels that nosks would often capture. He made a new name for himself, took on an entirely new identity, and decided to abandon the idea that he was ever a nosk. He would just go to the City, be knighted by the King (who he'd heard of from the stories the Den Elder would tell him), and live out his life as a knight. Just like he always wanted. Not as a nosk. because he's not that.

The events that follow now are just very short summaries of things that happen throughout cogr.

- He breaks a statue in the Queen's station on accident after a bug finds him there. as a nosk. oops

- He obliterates the entire uoma population /j and burns himself in the process

- He repairs Life-Ender originally using mushrooms in the Fungal Wastes. Fungal adhesion is real I checked I swear

- He makes it to the City of Tears! and while there, he

Gets caught by Hegemol who mistakes him as a vessel

Drowns in the City's gutters

Purchases a cloth to wrap around Life-Ender

Hears the Pale King talk one (1) time and immediately decides he hates him

- While leaving the City, he finds a grub. That grub never really gets named, but as he frequented calling the little thing "Fiend," and the grub eventually began responding to that title, he just considers it a name for them now.

- Zote travels with the grub throughout the Crossroads until he drops them off with the Grubfather, being rewarded for reuniting them but overall feelings pretty :( about it.

- He then goes to the. So you know the houses that are underneath the Gruzz Mother's lil arena? Yea that place. he goes there and "guards" it, becoming that place's self-proclaimed knight.

- then he starts being paranoid about the grub and returns to the grubfather only to see all the grubs have been stolen. he presumes Fiend is dead from this point on (and dodges around ever using the word).

- Then he goes back to the lil town place only to see everyone's infected :(

- We then spend TEN CHAPTERS!! in Greenpath. In which he

eats a plant and dies

Stands in No Eyes's tomb.

Visits the Lake of Unn (and nothing bad happens)

Sees a nosk at the entrance to Fog Canyon and proceeds to have a panic attack

Kills everything

Gets caught by the Vengefly king

Gets saved!

has a breakdown

Yells at Ghost and then Leaves

- Canon starts!

- He stops in Dirtmouth, listens to Elderbug talk, gets told the Myth of the Great old Nosks who are now all Extinct. The news that nosks are now extinct freaks Zote out a little, but he absolutely refuses to return to Deepnest. He doesn't need to make sure. It's fine.

- In an effort to convince himself not to go to Deepnest, he goes to the City again, thinking it can't possibly be all that ba-- oh no everyone's dead!

- he inadvertently steals a map marker from Ghost and decides to use that as a pin for his cloak

- Zote returns to Deepnest. He's very upset with himself for this, but he just has to know if all the nosks are actually extinct now.

The answer is yes

but before that he gets caught by dirtcarvers and put in a web and has to be saved. this makes him angry

Upon seeing all the dead nosks once he gets to the den, and noticing that the last nosk was mimicking Ghost (evidenced by the mask left behind) before it died, he decides that he's gotta Kill Everything again

- more specifically we're going to the Colosseum now.

- Zote's fear of water evaporates as he goes through the secret passage in the King's Station to get to Kingdom's Edge. He only found it because he saw Ghost go that way

- While at the Kingdom's Edge, he gets caught by the Fools, who he stupidly challenges and then immediately gets caught by.

- sits in dumb baby jail for a while. mean to tiso

- Then the colosseum battle happens! He does not win he then gets dropped down into kingdom's edge with little regard toward whether he's dead or alive

- He grabs a Fool's helmet before leaving, going back to Dirtmouth, and intending to bury that thing

- this goes wrong as he bumps into Bretta. He then sits and talks with her for God Only Knows how Long, spacing out while doing so, and not even noticing when she eventually gets up and leaves him.

- He buries the helmet, shuts himself away in his house, and gets stuck repeating his precepts to himself. At the end of CoGR it is revealed that he hasn't been talking to anyone, and is instead talking to himself endlessly as no one is left to listen to him

and that's it! that's cogr. yeah

[bullshxtvixen]

i want yaku and noya to fuck me in a competition to get me knocked up. that’s my fucking dream i stg. like, yaku’s breeding kink is literally going to be the death of me bc i KNOW it’ll rub off on noya and suddenly they’re fighting to fill me up i- 🥵

Warnings: DP(two in one hole, heheh), breeding, cum inflation.

If you take both of them on at the same time, I just know they’re fighting to see who gets to go first and I feel like Yaku will probably win. He’s got you riding him reverse cowgirl style so he can watch his cock disappears into your pretty little pink slit while your ass bounces as he fucks you.

Knees bent, feet planted firmly on the bed so that he can fuck up into your cunt at a speed that makes your head spin. All you can do is claw at his knees and take it as he plows your sopping hole.

But you know Noya won’t stand around and watch for long. Sure, he’ll stroke his cock as he watches you get stuffed by another man’s dick, it’s a huge turn on seeing your eyes roll into the back of your head and your jaw go slack, but, his desire to breed you is definitely going to win out and he’ll press you back agaisnt Yaku’s chest and give your clit a few gentle slaps with his cock before squeezing himself into your sopping cunt along side yaku.

You feel the burn as you’re stretched beyond anything you’ve ever experienced before but you have no time to think about the pain. The feel of your wet heat clamping down around them as they stuff you has their minds racing and they start moving without waiting to let you get accustomed.

“Fuck, baby, you take two cocks so well, it’s like you were made for this.”

“You’re going to look so beautiful filled with our cum, princess. I almost don’t care who ends up getting you pregnant first, it just means we’ll have to do this all over again to make it fair.”

You’re fucked until there’s drool sliding down your chin and cum dribbling out of you. Don’t worry though, that’s quickly gathered up pressed back inside your abused hole.

They can’t waste a single drop.

If you’d thought it was only going to be the one round with these feral guys, you’re very much mistaken. You’re going to be pumped full of cum and then plugged up again and again until your stomach swells.

From cum or their child, who knows???

[bangchanswolfpelt]

hehehe YESSSSS the be ur own king video is the one that firmly cemented my sunwoo bias.... ultimate bf material.... i'd let him wash My car any day if u know what i mean 😏.

and WOOSUNG please listen to his song lazy his voice is so pretty and the rose is a great band (i could talk about n.flying and lucy here but i will refrain. for now.)

woodz is my beloved. have u seen love me harder mv. have u seen that one waiting dance practice where he just straight up bites one of his backup dancers at the end. this man is secretly feral but also one of the biggest sweethearts ever to exist and i am HERE for it

i actually don't stan p1harmony bc of the aforementioned babies and their rather sus line distribution (enhypen's maknae is '05 as well i think, so i am also Firmly Looking Away there) but i keep seeing p1's chaotic tiktoks and that video of their vocal line just singing live is really pretty!! so do with it what you will

sunmi. hrkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. bae. the lapdance. the tail imagery in the choreo. the crawling under the dancer's legs to eyefuck the camera. i haven't had this many emotions about a studio choom performance since yeonjun's aotm watermelon sugar (which i wrote practically an entire essay about dance dynamics and movement on in a friend's dms lmao)

me, @ the backup dancer that sunmi jumped on: HOW DOES IT FEEL??????? HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIVE MY DREAM???????

and yessss i am not verbose enough nor educated enough to write about sunmi/hyuna's musical themes but by GOD i want to read about it

onewe is lovely. here, have a rain to be mv. also, their brother group oneus was on road to kingdom, if you've seen it? if you haven't *deep breath* ohhhhh boy do i have some stuff for u :))))))))

hehehehehe the svt analysis is just a silly little brain dump in my notes app :] it's incredibly messy and incoherent but i will tidy it up and drop it in your ask box sometime if you so wish <3

(btw, i never answered ur question from that other post!! yes kevin is actually named after the boy from home alone, yes he is the twerking one, yes this happens fairly often. sarcastic canadian king we love him)

xoxo!!

- honey 🍯 <33333

i do not even HAVE car, but i would steal one if that's what getting a carwash looks like these days 👀

ahhhhh, Lazy was very cute! and that look in the end!!! 😳 @muselin was spiraling over Woosung a couple days ago, i think and it was adorable, but also felt like a foreboding look into my own future 😂

i have seen them now 👀 VERY into the red hair and the first and the kill-your-double vibes of Love Me Harder—that one’s going on my crime playlist for sure. the dance practice was cute, i love that we’re circling back to vampires again, would let this one take a bite out of me 💯

i genuinely forget about everything that happens with the chair until i’m watching it again, i feel like my brain has decided it simply is not safe to hold that memory it’s so 🥵🥵🥵 and no yeah, i fuckin lost it over the tail imagery the first time i saw it, and kinda still continue to do so.

also! i just learned that Hyuna and Sunmi were in the same girl group before becoming soloists??? and i don’t know if that means anything, but it feels like Something. (tbh there is so much in kpop that feels like it means Something, and i simply do not have the correct context to parse it and it’s soooooooo frustrating 😭)

oh!! Rain to Be has popped up on autoplay for me a couple times! i never actually payed attention to who it was, but i'm into it. and i was planning on watching Road to Kingdom, since i'd heard The Boyz stages there were better than the ones on Kingdom and that made me curious, but it wasn't on viki with Kingdom and i was too lazy to try and find it somewhere else 😂

i absolutely wish it, and so does at least one other anon!!💕💕💕 (tho if you wanna made a sideblog… 👀 and just drop the link…. 👀 i’m definitely not gonna bully all my anons into making side blogs, that’s not what this is 😗)

idk of being named after That Kevin is a gift or a curse, but it sure is Something 🥴 also, i can recognize him now! he was the one talking about cereal on Eric Nam’s podcast 🥰 love Cereal Boy 🥰🥰🥰