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Can you please write something where the reader (the same reader in your series) is spending memorable time with her grand sire and he asks her “will I be remembered as a good king”. 🥺

oh, my heart! yes, my love, this was too good to pass on and i need a bit of a reprieve from my life. thank you so much for sending this in, i hope i do you justice!!

note: it got a way angstier than anticipated and i'm sorry, but i promise it works, and there's "plenty" of fluff.

3 Times He Didn't, 1 Time He Did

prompt: by day, she's the attentive granddaughter Viserys deserves in his failing years, and by night, she and her husband wipe away each other's tears.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!wife!reader and grandfather!Viserys x Velaryon!granddaughter!reader

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

word count: 7.9k

note: this can be considered part of the [ WPMP series ]

warnings: cursing, angst, fluff. lmfao it has smut, too, 'cause why the fuck not? author projects really, really, really hard. broken family dynamics. mild violence. half edited. ❗️PLEASE NOTE ❗️- this story will contain certain details about the emotional turmoil pertaining to caring for ailing family members. please, value your self-comfort and do not engage if this topic triggers you. i love you, i empathize deeply your pain, and there is no shame in scrolling away. sometimes self-love is the realest love.

The room was quiet, soft in the early morning before the sun rose and anyone had time to wake-up and ruin the peace. Your head was left on your husband's bare chest, snuggled in the crook of his neck while one of his calloused fingertips traced over your skin in light patterns. One of your hands laid against his breast, gently raking your fingernails around his nipple as your eyes had trouble focusing due to the burn for sleep.

Aemond sighed deeply and tightened his arm so you were pulled closer to let his lips press against your forehead. Peaking up to gaze over porcelain skin, you smiled and reached to caress his jaw, asking, "What're your plans for today, my love?"

"I've lessons all bloody morning, training this afternoon," he mused, "and perhaps, dinner with my wife this evening?"

"Are you asking me?" You cooed gently.

"I am," he chuckled. "Whatcha say? Hmm?"

"I'd love to go to dinner with you, love," you promised with a whisper, "I shall find you later in the day, yes?"

He nodded, hand tight over your hip, "And your plans? For today?"

"Oh," you smiled gently, "um, well, I was to visit Alicent for tea and breakfast, then... Well... Okay, look, just promise you won't get upset."

"Depends," he spoke honestly, "how bad is it?"

"Well, it's not bad, per se," you worried gently, unable to meet his eyes so you just nuzzled closer into his neck, "but it might make you feel something."

"'S all right, pet, just tell me," he nodded, cheek grazing your forehead.

"I'm visiting with Viserys today," you spoke softly. "Your Mother told me he had requested to see me - "

"He doesn't name names anymore," Aemond pulled back to stare down at you incredulously. "My love, you thought I'd be upset that Father has asked to see you? By name? No, no, my sweet girl," he smirked gently, reaching to caress your jaw and cheek, "that's something akin to a miracle."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, love," he nodded but dropped the smile in confusion. "What did he call upon you for?" He guided your head back to his chest, making you sigh lightly as you both relaxed once more.

"Alicent did not list specifics, only that he wanted to see me."

"Hmm."

"I'll tell you what he speaks of, but in truth, I worry he'll forget about his request by the time I arrive."

"If he does, I'm sure seeing you will still brighten his day," Aemond cradled you closer in his arms. "Surely, you brighten my days, my sweet girl."

You chuckled, feigning annoyance as you stretched against him, "I forget how clingy you are in the mornings."

"We're both going to be busy today, pet. Let me savor these last moments before we are both exhausted from the day."

You hummed, reaching to hold his cheek and nuzzle your nose up his as your chests pressed together. "Well, who could say no to that?" You breathed, leaning in to kiss his lips slowly. His arm constricted around you as the other shot up to hold your own cheek, smoothing skin under his thumb. "We should rise," you whispered.

"We've time," he promised, moving to lay you on your back to hover over you. His unbound silver locks cascaded around his shoulders, hanging to gently tickle your skin as his hands grabbed at the meat of your hips and waist, slowly dragging up. You quickly reached for him, bringing him in closer as your thighs squeezed around his hips to keep him anchored. His lips moved with yours in a searing kiss and the moment a hand seized the meat of your breast, you both moaned as his bare cock twitched to life against your moistening cunt.

"Oh," you gasped when he started to dryly hump into you, just feeling your wet heat; your body; the way you felt under his hands. "Love, I-I... Shit."

"What do you want, my love?" He purred against your lips, still just teasing you justly; hips swirling to smear the gathering wetness. "C'mon, tell your husband, pretty girl, you know I love pleasing you."

Your bottom lip was trapped between your teeth to hold in the slew of purely animalistic, wanton moans. "I just want you," you managed to whisper, trying to preserve some dignity. "All of you, Aemond," you smirked gently, reaching for him again, "and maybe if we're lucky, our efforts will not be in vain. Hmm? Maybe this time will stick."

"Surely," he mused, swooping in to press another kiss to your lips while grabbing a handful of your bottom to encourage you to move slowly with him. Sure, the pair of you had gone a few rounds the night before but in truth, you often craved sex when your cycle was soon to start - and your husband lived to please you.

He had no trouble then settling one of your legs out with a hand locked to the back of your knee, keeping the other leg close on his hip as he guided his stiff cock into your cunt. No foreplay needed, you were ashamed to admit you might've woken with a slick between your legs; and for some reason, his light touches that morning had made your spine tingle. Aemond seethed gently as he pushed further into your tightness, securing his hands over you - sure to leave bruises behind - and letting his forehead drop to yours.

His moans and groans were music to your ears, the only thing you wanted to hear the rest of your life.

You felt like you were slowly being spit in two but in a deceivingly pleasurable way. You clung to your husband with tight hands, encouraging him to drop into your neck as his hips rutted against yours. His balls were pressed against you with every painstakingly slow stroke, both of your mouths open to brush your lips together and breathe as one.

"Oh, oh, Gods, wow, okay, fuck-fuck-fuck," you whined when Aemond had to readjust to better thrust into you as his orgasm was quickly mounting, caring little for your own as you craved his seed in your womb. Though, you weren't opposed to the mounting pleasure that coiled in your stomach.

A faster tempo was met just as a knock at the door sounded - making you gasp lightly.

"Ignore them," Aemond panted above you. "I've got you, Princess, focus on me. Just on me - fucking look at me."

You nodded with another breathless whine, holding his neck as he let his lips meet yours; pushing his tongue into your mouth to sloppily slide together with yours as teeth gently knocked around from his frantic ministrations.

There was another fucking knock.

"FUCK OFF!" Aemond snapped, glaring at the door; silver locks swinging as he never faltered in his thrusting. The gushing squelching sounds filled the tense air around you, your giggle following after.

"C'mon, love," you whispered with a smirk, reaching to caress his stones and give a light (but increasingly tightening) squeeze. His head snapped back to look at you, picking up his pace mindlessly. "Please, put a baby in me, Aemond, please. I need it."

"Yes," he grunted, "it'll take this time, I know it," he panted, thrusting into you harder so your hand had to let go to let his balls slap into your moist center. "Keep makin' those pretty fucking noises, pet, c'mon, please," Aemond smirked, licking at your lips, "know they drive me fuckin' crazy, hmm? C'mon, my love, make me a Daddy." When your pupils dilated, he repeated in a hiss, "Make me a fucking Daddy."

Aemond, usually a man of little words, loved to hear your voice above all others and liked to surprise you with his surprisingly suave dirty talk. So, after a flash on insecurity, you were encouraging him harder, faster, your thumb hooked in his mouth as you reminded him only he could make you feel this way, and that if he wanted to be a Daddy, he had to fill you to the brim. He was so close and one more surprise squeeze of his stones had him cumming in your cunt with a shout.

"Oh, fuck," you panted, nodding at him as he tried to sit back but couldn't. So, with reluctance, he pulled out only to crash into your side, panting lightly against the crook of your neck. You happily snuggled closer before he was perking up to grab a set of pillows and insist you lift your hips. He had you lay down with it under you after hearing rumor it would help his seed take to your womb easier.

Gravity and shit.

It was a blissful few seconds before the knocking at the door sounded yet again, Amira shouting, "Are you both quite done, yet!? Fuck's sake! Some of us have responsibilities to attend to!"

"Oh, for the love of the Gods! We're seeing to our marital responsibilities, Mira, fuck off for a few more hours!"

"I know you're not talking to me like that, boy! I don't care you're a Prince, you can still - "

"Hey, okay, come in, Amira! Cut it out!" You called back with a chuckle, pulling the sheets closer to you both to save her from seeing more than she wanted (or needed) to. When she stepped in with a glare, you laughed, "Are you quite done, yet?"

"Tell him to behave," she slitted her eyes.

"Behave," you mused to Aemond, knocking your hand back to his chest - making him scoff in humor.

She sighed, "Well, do I come back or what? Are you ready to get your day started, or not, Princess?"

"Sun's not even up, Mira," you whined, head crashing to the arm Aemond had under you.

"Viserys wakes early and naps early," she shrugged. "You're also to take tea with the Queen, so, uh, get up."

"Surely you can give us an hour to rest," Aemond refuted.

"Or getting up now would mean riding your sleepless-high only to go to bed early tonight," she shot back.

You groaned, "She has a point."

Aemond sighed, leaning in to let you peck his lips before watching you climb from bed - bare as the day you entered this world. He watched you get ready from the safety of the bedsheets, bidding you a good day when you meant to leave his side. With a small pout, you whispered you loved him and would find him for dinner, hearing him hum in agreement before you kissed him in parting.

After you met with Alicent that morning to break your fast together, you let her escort you to her husband's chambers. She warned you, as she always did, that Viserys' mind and body was deteriorating; watching you nod in understanding before opening the doors.

When you slowly entered, Viserys was very much awake, but only offered a cautious, confused look. "Alicent?" He asked nervously.

"Good morning, Lord husband," she greeted softly, laying a hand to your back. "You know your granddaughter, Y/N, don't you?"

"I have a granddaughter?" He whispered through a haggard breath.

You frowned, "Yes, Grandfather, my name is Y/N... My mother is Rhaenyra?"

"Oh, my child," he smiled, eye only half-open. "My daughter."

"Yes, I am Rhaenyra's daughter," you softly explained. "I'm your granddaughter."

"Oh," he breathed, "that is good."

"Yes," you whispered, slowly stepping towards his bedside. When you sat beside him and took his withering hand in your own, you couldn't help but whisper, "Don't you know me?"

But he didn't answer.

"Why don't you read to him, sweet girl?" Alicent offered, seeing the tears brimming in your eyes.

You nodded and fought down your emotion. She handed you an old, leather-bound book; waiting until you started reading the passage to vacate the room. It was where you remained for a time, and when the Maester's came in, Viserys visibly tensed.

"No, no," he refused Milk of the Poppy, "I don't want to sleep, I want to listen. Th-This sweet girl is reading to me."

You frowned slightly before nodding to the Maesters, "Leave it, I will make sure he has a dose if the pain exceeds his comfort."

"Of course, Princess."

You continued reading, and to your surprise, Viserys even asked a question or two. When tea was brought in, he let you help him sit up in bed and ask, "Do you want to sit in your chair, Grandfather?"

"Oh," he panted, "n-no."

"Okay," you agreed. "Do you want your tea?"

"Please... An-And would you read to me again?"

"Of course," you nodded, holding the back of his head to help him take a sip of the tepid drink. "Do you want the same story? Or a new one?"

"Same one," he nodded, eye slowly drooping. You frowned, gulping down your emotion at the sight of his depleting energy.

You took your position again, and read from the same book. You would watch him on occasion, slowly realizing his energy was depleting. "Grandfather," you stood to your feet, "it's time for your medicine."

"Is it?"

"Yes," you nodded, glancing out the window, "it's almost sundown, do you want to eat something first?"

"Oh... Perhaps?"

"Okay," you smiled, knowing he didn't eat all day from lack of appetite. "Okay, good, do you want anything special, Grandfather?"

His head shook and you nodded, leaning in to kiss his wrinkled forehead, promising to be back in a minute. You easily located a handmaiden and told her to fetch the King his supper - watching her head off before returning to Viserys' side.

"Do I know you?" He asked, being the one to take your hand. "Your face is a familiar one."

"Yes," you nodded, thinking he knew you, "yes, yes, Granddad, it's me. It-It's me - it's Y/N."

"Y/N? No, I-I don't think so. Y/N is on Dragonstone. Where she belongs."

"No, Granddaddy, it is me," you whispered, squeezing his hand, "I've been here, in the Red Keep - and I'm here with you, now. It's your Y/N, it's me, Granddaddy, please..." Your voice broke with desperation.

He was quiet for a few beats, making you think he might've dozed off, but then he asked, "Y/N? You know my Y/N?"

"I am your Y/N. Granddaddy... Please."

"No, I don't think you are."

You sighed, "Okay, all right. Are you hungry?"

"Hmm," he considered, "yes, I think so. Are you the new nurse?"

"Sure," you agreed, knowing sometimes, it was easier to agree with what his mind told him instead of trying to change it. "I'm here to help you."

He nodded, "Thank you. Not everyone is so gentle."

You frowned, "They are rough with you?"

"Maybe not as nice as I'd like," he admitted. Your heart cracked down the middle.

When his dinner was brought in, you made sure to lay a cloth napkin across his chest before spooning bits of stewed vegetables into his mouth. A bit of ground of chicken with rice, too; side of smashed apples with it; all of which he accepted with little fight.

As the sun slowly sank, you handed off the plates and platters to the handmaiden before pouring Viserys' medicine in a small chalice. Again, you held the back of his neck to then tip the drink over his tongue, and when you laid him back, his eye was already closed.

"Would you come back...? Tomorrow?" Viserys wheezed, voice dialed to a meek whisper.

"Of course," you promised. "Goodnight, Grandfather. I love you."

He did not respond because he did not know you - but you didn't mind. You were used to this by now, his flighty memory. At least he could remember your mother, his daughter, Rhaenyra, and his wife, Alicent; though, his other children were lost to his mind.

When you moved through the castle, you felt your emotions bubbling like hot stew in your stomach. Forgetting your promise to seek your husband, you ventured to your rooms instead; slamming the door shut and letting the sobs overtake you as you only truly meant to only take 20 minutes to regroup and get your shit together. You just wanted to be alone, digest all that had happened; all you felt.

It's where Aemond found you about an hour later, your form already changed for bed; nestled under a blanket on the floor before the fire you had stoked to life by yourself. His brow furrowed, slowly approaching you as if a skittish deer; asking gently, "Love?"

You sniffled, glancing up at him, "Oh, uh," your eyes cast back to the fire, "did I miss our engagement?"

"Well, yes, but that's all right," he took a seat beside you. "Something happen today, my sweet? Why the tears?"

You nodded sadly, admitting in a whisper, "He does not know me... Not anymore. I don't think he'll know me for quite sometime... If ever again. My name is familiar to him, maybe my face in fleeting moments, but I saw today that... That he does not know me anymore."

Aemond sighed and let his hand drag up to hold the back of your neck, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck as your emotion was overwhelming for a moment.

"I've got you," he promised.

"What if that becomes us?" You asked in a whisper. "What if we get to that point, Aemond? Where you don't even know me? What if I don't know you, anymore? I-I don not think I could bear if I ever forgot you!"

"That won't happen. Ever, not in this lifetime."

"How do you know?"

"Because I would always recognize my heart," he replied fiercely - no changing his mind. "You are not so easily forgettable, my love."

"We cannot stop time," you almost growled, pulling away. "He did not plan for this - to waste away into nothing as his brain melted into soup! T-To forget the family he built - the country he's protected and lead through peace. He did not ask for this, there was no stopping it, either. What if that happens to us?"

He sighed, leaning his head to your own, whispering, "Our children will never let us forget our love. We will teach them the meaning of family and we will never have to worry about when we are aged and forgetful."

"We've no children, Aemond."

"Well, yes, not yet, but I've faith," he smirked. "I do not mean to downplay what is happening, but I've watched him whither into this state for years. I understand it can be jarring, I do not mean to take away from your fears or worries or pain... But there is nothing we can do now, love, but ease his passing."

You sighed, nodding, "It's just..."

"It's sad," he agreed, cradling you to his chest. "Are you hungry?"

"Think I've lost my appetite," you admitted, "though, if it makes up for tonight, maybe we can have breakfast tomorrow before I go back?"

"You're going back?"

You nodded. "Maybe you'd like to stop for a visit?"

"Perhaps, we shall see," he sighed, pecking your forehead. "Bed, my love?"

"Please," you whispered, letting him help you stand and make for the bed. You settle in comfort as he changed under your heavy gaze, leaving his chest bare with only a thin pair of trousers on for sleep; literally hopping into bed beside you. "Oh, Aemond! Gods!" You groaned through your laughter when he jostled you both around the mattress.

"Hi, love," he sighed, conforming around you to press his body to yours.

"Hi."

"I'm sorry for today..."

"Don't be," you reached back to caress his cheek, "it is not your fault. I want to be there, he deserves kindness at his end."

"He does," he agreed, "and who better than my sweet girl?"

You chuckled, "Hush, it's been a long day. I want to sleep."

"Hmm," he considered, sighing, "all right, fine, I'll fuck you in the morning, then."

"You're insatiable."

"Good thing you love me like this," his grin was felt against the shell of your ear.

For months, you would dedicate three-to-four days a week to visit Viserys which slowly morphed into you fully-caring for him on those days. He was calmer with you, and though he didn't know you in full, he still felt at ease under your gentle hands.

"Good morning, Granddaddy," you greeted softly.

"Is it morning already?"

"It is," you nodded, "do you want to sit up?"

"Yes, please," he wheezed, wincing when you had to practically heave his body up - his strength not up to par anymore. "Is there tea?"

"Yes, of course," you rushed to get him a cup, returning and nursing it to his mouth. As the morning went, you felt Viserys' eyes on you from time to time and tried not to let it unnerve you as you had opted to read one of your textbooks to him - doubling your time to study.

"Do I know you?"

You looked up, sighing, "Yes, Grandfather. I'm Y/N, your granddaughter."

"No, Y/N's with her mother," he chuckled some, "but you do look like her. Do you know her?"

"I do, actually," you chose a new tactic. "She sends her love and regards, my King."

"Oh, she's always been a very sweet girl," he half-smiled. "I miss my family. Are you my new maid? My new nurse?"

"Yes, Your Grace," you whispered, reaching for his hand. "Is there anything I can get you?"

But like a timer-reset, Viserys' eyes turned confused. "Do I know you? Who are you? How did you get in here?"

"Your Grace, it's Y/N," you tried once more, reaching for his hand and squeezing it. "Please, Grandfather, it's me. It's your sweet girl - it's Y/N."

"How can that be?"

"I married Aemond, I married your youngest son," you explained softly. "I live in the Red Keep with you, with your family."

"No," he wheezed, "no, no, my family is not here - Dragonstone. They're on Dragonstone!"

"No, Granddaddy, y-you have family here, too," you rushed. "You have a wife - "

"Aemma."

Bowing your head, your forehead rested on the back of his hand as you had to hold your breath to restrain your emotions. Sniffling, you looked up to see his eyes closed and a soft smile on his lips. "Yes, Granddaddy, Aemma... Your wife."

"My love."

"You had a child, didn't you? Do you remember?"

"Oh," he sighed, "my daughter. M-My daughter..."

"Rhaenyra."

"Yes," he smiled. "Yes, Rhaenyra. Where is she?" His eye opened and turned to you, allowing you to, once more, stare straight into the decaying flesh of his face. His eye darkened in confusion, "Who are you? Where's my daughter? Where's Rhaenyra?" You could see he was getting upset, heart breaking as he yanked his hand away, "What have you done!? What have you DONE!? Where is my daughter!? Where is Aemma and Rhaenyra!? Where is my family!?"

"Grandfather, it's me, it's Y/N, please, please, it's Y/N, I'm family, I'm kin, I'm your blood," you tried to reach for him, but he thrashed in panic - and you backed off because the quickened movements would surely cause searing pain and torn skin.

"NO! I don't know you! I don't know you! HELP! GUARDS! GUARDS!"

"No," you whimpered, backing off as the doors burst open.

"Oh, Princess," Ser Erryk sighed, reaching for you.

"Please, just help him - call the Maesters," you nodded, watching as a pair of guards rushed in to restrain the King.

"NO! THAT GIRL!" He pointed at you, "She's done something! Where is my family!? What did you do to them!?"

"She is family, Your Grace," one guard grunted as the Maesters arrived on the scene with the only thing that would help now: Milk of the Poppy. Viserys needed sedated as his mind lapsed into melted confusion, causing distressing panic that his body and mind was no longer equipped to handle.

"What have you done!?" He wailed, "Who is she!? I do not know her - why is she here!?"

Your hands pressed to your stomach as you were forced to supervise the Maesters sedate Viserys - and within ten minutes, you were ushering everyone out of the room to leave him in peace.

"Lady - "

"It's all right, Ser Erryk," you assured with a hand held up, not wanting pity in that moment. "These things happen. I will give him time to recover, and shall return next week..."

He nodded, "Of course."

"Goodnight," you bid, turning on your heel, and darting down a separate hall. Not knowing where you wanted to go first, your brain only registered you wanted your husband and tried to wrack in your mind where he might be.

Your feet picked up pace as the library was found empty, and the stable, and the bloody Dragon Pit. Luckily, as you jogged into one of the Keep's courtyards, the sounds of ringing metal greeted you and all but screamed the answer to your question: Where was Aemond?

"Good!" Cole barked, the two worked down to their tunics as the summer heat beat on them in the last, lingering hours of light. "Move your feet - quicker, my Prince! Quicker! You'll lose a leg like that! There you go - good!"

You came to a pause, realizing how deep into their lesson they were and suddenly felt incredibly selfish for feeling the need to interrupt. Instead, you located a spare weapons table and moved towards it, clearing daggers to the side to slide your body onto the top of it and watch. As if to keep your mind occupied, you idly twirled a dagger between your fingers - something Aemond had taught you once upon a time.

You winced as Cole was taking damaging, almost fatal strikes against Aemond, but your husband was much quicker to dodge around and parry the Knight's blows. You thought it a bit unfair their weapon choices, but figured in times of battle and war, not all weapons were equal and it was best to know how to defend yourself against any foe.

So, you watched. Drew your knees into your chest. Chin on top, and heart weeping without ever giving away anything on your face.

When their session came to a panting-end, you perked up some as Cole caught sight of you first and smirked. He nodded over Aemond's shoulder, who turned to look, and smiled in greeting when he caught sight of you - before frowning when he really looked at you.

Sheathing his sword, Aemond nodded at Cole before jogging over to you. "Hey, pretty girl," he greeted. "What're you doing here? Thought you were with Father all day?"

"I would've been..."

"Ah, shit. What happened?"

Glancing around, you lowered your voice, "Perhaps this is a conversation best made in private."

"Are you all right?"

"In truth, I do not know," you admitted. "But I understand why you do not want to visit him anymore..."

Aemond stiffened and nodded slowly, "Did he yell?"

"He did... Accused me of," you shrugged, "doing something to his family. T-To Aemma and Rhaenyra."

"Oh, love," he sighed, letting his hands smooth around your thighs to draw them down and open you to him. "C'mon, let's go to bed."

"No," you sighed, straightening your spine, "I think I owe my husband a nice dinner together."

"You owe me nothing," he whispered with a frown. "You're upset, my sweet girl."

"It's all right, I think I honestly need time to simply digest what happened today," you reached for his waist, pulling him closer to rest your head against his stomach. "Can we go to dinner and pretend today was normal?"

"All right," he agreed, giving you a squeeze. "C'mon, my love: a normal, boring dinner between normal, boring spouses it is."

"I didn't say boring," you whined lightly with a small laugh, letting him step back and fluidly pull you from your perch.

Aemond chuckled and let his arm wrap around your waist, leading you to your rooms so he could clean up from the day; change from his training clothes, then lead you to a private dining room.

However, it didn't remain private for long. Helaena stumbled upon you and you couldn't resist inviting her to join you. And not 15 minutes later, Alicent and Otto, on their way to their own meal, found the three of you and agreed to join.

Sure, the table originally set for two became crowded with the five of you, but the close quarters provided ample room to joke around and exchange pleasantries.

You managed the whole meal without talking about your day, but Alicent was then asking, "How was Viserys today, sweet girl?"

You nodded, "Oh, yeah, um, he... He just... Yeah."

She frowned when you adverted your eyes, trying not to let reality sink in. "He had a bad day," Aemond covered, hand moving to your thigh to hold tightly in support. "Y/N did what she could but he needed to be left alone."

"I see," she nodded, offering a saddened look.

When back in your rooms, Aemond watched you change for bed silently with a frown before welcoming you into his arms. You all but dropped into his embrace, melting into his warmth. It was easy enough to word-vomit over him, telling him in detail what happened with his father; tears slowly choking you as you had to admit, there wasn't much time left with him.

Aemond held you tightly, lips to your forehead and a hand flat to your cheek to keep you caressed into his chest. You felt fucking useless, laying there in tears, but you needed the relief from the stress of your day. And what better way than in your loving husband's embrace?

He took the following day off to spend with you, doing what he could to offer distraction from the family turmoil. He took you riding on horseback, bathed with you in candlelight, even locked the library doors for privacy to read you old stories from old books.

You didn't return to Viserys' bedside out of nervousness, stomach churning with every thought of upsetting him again.

It took you about a full week before Aemond convinced you to return, promising to stop by for tea - but insisting you weren't to remain for dinner. He liked boundaries and seemingly ending your day earlier was his compromise.

Imagine your surprise when you arrived that morning to find Viserys sitting up already. "Good morning, sweet girl!" He chirped, watching as you froze mid-step; eyes wide and shock coloring your face. "What? What's wrong?"

"You know me?"

"Of course," he smiled, "my sweet granddaughter. I called for you yesterday."

You wanted to tell him that was nearly a full year ago but only smiled, shut the door, and moved for his side. "Yes, yes," you sniffled, taking his hand, "I am here now - how are you feeling?"

"I am well," he nodded with a small smile. "You look well. How are you? Are you with child, yet?"

You sighed gently, "Not yet."

"Oh, well, surely, the Gods will bless you soon," he spoke with such assurance, you nearly had whiplash. "How fairs married life? Your wedding was beautiful."

"You remember?"

"I do."

You nodded back, smiling through your tears, "Life is well with Aemond. He is a sweet and kind husband, Your Grace, you should be very proud of your youngest son."

"I am," he assured, "just as I am proud of you."

"You are?"

"I am," he smiled, taking you hand. "Why do you look so shocked?"

You gulped, offering softly, "I am just happy to see you in high spirits. Maybe you'd like to sit in your chair today?"

"I think, perhaps, the balcony?"

"Really?" You beamed, nodding swiftly, "Yes, yes, that's a great idea. I will help you, we can have tea on the balcony together."

"Maybe some eggs? I feel a bit famished."

"That's good, yes, I'll get you some eggs, too," you nodded, aiding him in standing. You didn't mind helping him into a dressing robe, one hand holding his cane as the other held your arm tightly in his weakening grip as he hobbled. When you both shuffled onto the balcony, you were quick to sit him in a large, plush chair before darting out to find a maid.

Placing an order for breakfast to be delivered with fresh tea, you returned with a new book in hand. Viserys smiled at you, looking more alive than he had in months, offering, "It's a beautiful morning."

"Yes," you agreed, sitting beside him. "Are you feeling all right?"

"I am, love," he chuckled, "you worry too much."

"Or perhaps, not enough?"

He considered for a moment before slowly turning to you, "You feel guilt... For all that's happened."

"In a way," you nodded. "Though, it's in the past."

"Then why do you still bear these burdens?" When you adverted your eyes in shame, he sighed, "I know you worry for me, but what has come to pass is not your doing - nor responsibility."

"You deserve a helping hand in this," you argued gently.

"Perhaps, but it is not your burden to bear," he reminded. "And what happened to Aemond was not your fault, either."

You shifted in discomfort, "I wasn't quick enough to prevent the damage inflicted."

"And that is not worth allowing to weigh on your soul," he nodded slowly. "You saved his life that night."

"I honestly find that hard to believe."

"The boy could've hemorrhaged, bled out," he reminded you, "and did not because you were quick to hold pressure."

You sighed, "Surely, I cannot be the only one who holds weight."

"Surely, you're not," he chuckled.

"What weighs on your soul, Granddaddy?" You asked softly, leaning in to gently wrap your arms around one of his and let your chin rest on his bony shoulder.

"Much," he mused, staring off the balcony. "Mostly, these days, I wonder how I will be remembered."

"Hmm?"

He paused, the silence echoing around you for a moment as two blue birds landed on the stone bannister. They tweeted and chirped to one another, hopping around, almost mimicking the way Viserys' mind whirled.

"I wonder... If I will be remembered as a good King to my people, the courts... My family," he admitted. "And here, looking over the city, I wonder if I did all I could for the people I was sworn to protect."

"Do you know what they call you?"

"What?"

"Viserys, the Peaceful," you told him softly. "No qualms in the realms, no wars, no conflict... You have guided this country from King Jaehareys' reign into your own, where your people have only known you to be peaceful and protective. There is reason they call your daughter the Realm's Delight."

He chuckled, nodding, "Yes, I suppose you make a point."

"If your people did not approve, they would not bestow such a title to your offspring." You paused, squeezing his arm, "But for what it is worth, I will oversee the histories that I can - and make sure, your name is never without title of Peaceful."

He sighed, leaning his head to the top of yours, "You were always too good for this world, Y/N."

You let a few tears fall - hearing him say your name so confidently enough to squeeze your heart. When tea and breakfast was served, you and Viserys dined together before he leaned back and smiled at you, requesting a story, and listening intently. He was much more attentive today and asked you about your studies, picking up on you reading from a textbook - one he had favored in his youthful education. So, it made for good conversation, and for a few hours, it was like you had your Granddaddy back. The real him.

The man you'd remember him as.

No matter how the end turned out; no matter how melted his brain seemed and how aggressive he might've turned, he was your soft, loving Granddaddy... And you were trying to savor and cherish these fleetingly lucid moments with him.

So, when the day passed on the balcony, Viserys asked to go back inside to rest for a bit before he felt dinner was a good idea. When you settled him back in bed, you asked, "Would it be all right if I come back? To dine with you?"

He smiled, "I'd like that. Would you bring Aemond, too?"

"Of course," you nodded with a bright grin. Unable to resist, you leaned down and pressed your lips to his forehead, "I love you."

He sighed softly, smiling up at you and holding your hand in a tight, long-finger-nailed grip, "I love you, too. I don't know if I've ever done it before, but thank you for what you've done for me. Your presences is comforting."

You smiled, "I am glad you think so. I will return this evening."

"Good," he nodded with a smile - one you missed dearly.

You drew his curtains to block the sun and took your leave, unable to stop yourself from rushing to the courtyard first. You caught yourself on the stone bannister over the courtyard, surveying around it before locating the fan of silver locks. "Aemond!" You called, unable to fight off your grin when he turned swiftly in alarm.

You rushed down the stairs and he met you at the bottom, lilac orb blown wide in panic as he reached for you, "What's wrong? What's happened? Are you hurt?"

"No, no, no, it's good - it's good news," you promised, holding onto his shoulders as he kept you two steps up. "I-I am sorry for interrupting, I just - I got a bit excited and - "

"Breathe," he chuckled, watching your face scrunch in distaste before huffing a breath. "Good... Now, tell me what's happened."

"Um, well, now, I might be a bit embarrassed," you glanced over his head to the courtyard, who were mostly staring at you both in confusion. "I did not realize how many people were here."

"Ignore them, tell me your news, pretty girl," he caught your attention once more. "Your husband wants to know - do not deprive me of information now."

With a breath, you told him your news - grin bright and joyous as you filled him in on the day you had with your Granddaddy. The term of endearment always made him smile and chuckle in amusement but he was far too distracted with how overjoyed you were.

And when you told him Viserys requested he, Aemond, join you both for dinner that evening, he only stared at you in shock.

With nervousness, you asked, "Is that all right? I know you said tea, but he's resting and requested we dine with him."

Blinking a few times, he nodded, "Course... Yes, of course... He does not name names, so, I would be foolish to refuse."

"Aemond, if you're not comfortable, we do not have to," you tried, making him nod.

"No, it's okay," he assured, "we'll go."

You smiled, "Thank you."

"Mhm, but first, we'll clean up," he nodded, leaving you on the stairs to return his weaponry to the racks - bid Cole a good day - and collect your hand again to lead you up the stairs once more. Once in your rooms, he seemed distracted and a little confused by your information; wondering, too, if Viserys would even remember his request by this evening.

You bathed quietly together, relishing in the moments alone as he would continuously sigh in contemplation. Your fingers would rake through his hair in soothing motions, being the big spoon in the tub to let him rest back on your breasts. When the time came, you both dried off and dressed for the evening; sending Amira to the kitchens with supper orders before heading for Viserys' chambers.

You both paused before the door to take nervous breaths in, glancing at one another. "You ready?" You whispered.

"As I'll ever be," he answered, sparing you a softened look before knocking and opening the door.

When you arrived, Viserys was being assisted to a table by a set of nurses and only looked up when he was seated. "Ah!" He panted, nodding and waving you forward, "Good, yes. You're here."

"Good evening, Granddaddy," you smiled, pausing to kiss his cheek. "How was your rest?"

"Very nice, thank you," he smiled, letting you take the seat beside him as Aemond stoically approached. "Oh, Aemond," Viserys nodded, "it is good to see you, son."

"Father," he greeted, offering only a hand on his shoulder before swiftly moving to take the seat on your other side - being furtherest from his father.

You were pleasantly shocked when Viserys asked Aemond about his education and training. He listened as intently as he was able to, a tremor starting in his neck and hands that made you reach over to cut up his meal for him.

"Thank you," he whispered, obviously slowing down in energy.

"Of course," you answered, sitting back to reach for your goblet.

"I hear Y/N's been reading to you," Aemond mentioned, Viserys focused on forking a bit of potatoes into his mouth.

He considered for a moment before looking up to Aemond, and in that moment, you saw the distant look return to his eyes. "Who is Y/N?" He asked, and it was the final nail in the coffin for you.

Aemond glanced at you in worry, looking back at Viserys, "Father, it's us - it's Y/N and Aemond. We've been dining all evening together."

"Have we?" He asked. "I don't think I know a Y/N."

You sighed sadly, "I'm Rhaenyra's daughter."

"No, my daughter's not married," he refused, glaring at you. "You mean to say my daughter has been defiled? How dare you lie to me! Insult my family! How dare you!"

"Okay," Aemond whispered, dropping his cutlery and wiping his mouth.

"Granddaddy, please," you reached for his hand, but he flinched back.

"Who are you!?" He demanded, glaring between you and your husband. "How did you get in here!? These are private chambers! Private, royal chambers! You cannot be here! Guards!"

"Father - "

"I have no son!" Viserys roared, standing in panic that sent his chair toppling over; holding the edge of the table for balance. "I have my daughter! My only child! And this bitch insults her! Calls herself my daughter's seed! My daughter is unmarried!"

Aemond moved swiftly, yanking you from your chair just as you stood in shock when Viserys picked up his plate and hurled it at your body. Aemond used his body to protect yours as Viserys hollered in fright and panic - claiming neither of you as his family because, in his warped mind, Rhaenyra was still fifteen.

"Your Grace!" The Maesters finally arrived and had to work with the guards to fully restrain the King - who had discovered a channel of untapped strength.

"Please!" You whimpered when another dish shattered against the wall behind you, Aemond's hand around the back of your head to keep you pressed protectively into his chest.

"Help him!" Aemond raged, keeping you turned from the sight. When he was assured the guards and Maester's had a hold on Viserys, Aemond was turning at a break-neck pace to lead you from the room and did not release his hold until in the hall.

"Wait for me here, I just want to make sure they get him down," he breathed, hand on your wrist tight.

"I can - "

"No, you've done more than enough, my love, let me do this," he nodded. "Just stay here."

You agreed softly and waited, listening through the opened door as Viserys still cried and wailed and panicked - getting worse when Aemond arrived back on the scene.

"YOU'RE NOT MY SON!"

"My King!"

"WHO IS THAT!?"

"H-he is - He is Daemon's son," one of the Maester's rushed, and it slowly settled. The lie that Aemond, Viserys' own seed, was his brother's offspring cut deep and you waited impatiently for them to get His Grace back in bed.

The guards exited first, then the Maesters, and after a full minute, Aemond exited last and made sure to shut the doors with three guards on post. "C'mere," he whispered, reaching for you. You both made for your rooms, and the moment you were there, the door slammed and Aemond whispered, "We're not going back."

"Aemond - "

"No," he refused, "you've done more than you ever should and tonight proved... No matter if kin or not, he does not understand, and it's time to let the nurses and Maesters step in full-time."

"They already do - "

"You cannot possibly endure this for longer," he shook his head, reaching for your cheeks, "do you understand? You mean more to me than life and I saw tonight that it does not matter how soft and gentle and loving your helping hands are - he's already gone. You hear me? I'm so sorry, but he's gone. It's only going to hurt you more to endure this, so, please, do not go back. For me, do not return."

You were silent as tears sprung to his eye.

"Please," he repeated, readjusting and tightening his hands on your cheeks.

You nodded, "All right, love... I won't return."

"I know it is unfair and it is not right of me to ask - "

"You are only looking out for me, and I have tried to ignore what you can see so clearly. He's... He's not there anymore." Your words were the nail in Aemond's coffin, who leaned forward to trap you in a suffocating embrace as his emotion overwhelmed him. "Oh, oh, my love. My sweet love," you whispered, caressing the back of his head.

"Father's gone," he whispered. "Does not have a son... Let alone two."

"Don't," you pulled back, catching his eye, "that is not fair to you, nor him. His... His brain is a puddle of memory, love. He does not realize what's even happening, it's not his fault. Nor is it fair you had to hear that, and I am so sorry you did. If I would've left you alone, respected your wishes to keep your distance - "

"it matters not," he assured, "it happened and we endured together."

"We did," you agreed softly, smiling sadly.

That night, you laid in one another's arms; facing one another in the nude as fingertips traced muted patterns over each other's skin. It was quiet, and for a moment, you forgot the turmoil your family endured as your mind replayed the significant events over the past year; the three times Viserys didn't know you, and the one time he did. Your heart didn't want to accept it, but you would come to agree that keeping distance was best for everyone invovled.

The next and final time Viserys was lucid was when your mother, his beloved daughter, Rhaenyra, returned from Dragonstone with the intent of defending her youngest son's birthright to Driftmark. And in the end, you were grateful for these moments; whether he knew you or not, you would cherish any time spent with your grandfather because before you would know it, there'd no longer be opportunity for time together again.

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My honest opinion on how Feitan would be as your boyfriend: a self indulgent headcanon post

boy oh boy this took a day to write... I made a post sometime ago that there isn't enough soft fei stuff, and when there is.... it's not soft enough, and sometimes people go a little overboard that makes it a little.. out of character even for someone like him? so, I decided... why not make my own headcanon thingy? I tried my best to make him as in character as possible, so don't hurt me if you see something you don't like.

I tried my best to make this as genderless as possible so if you see something that's more traditionally feminine with no masculine input.......... I did not proofread this for shit so spelling errors will be present, nsfw stuff will be in the mix with an "🔞" on the side, also some concepts will be problematic but it's mainly 98% fluff and the reader won't be on the receiving end soooo minors don't interact!! thx

triggers; sadism and torture mentions (not on s/o) murder (on s/o) general nsfw stuff includes degrading and whatnot.

; this is quite the detailed and long post so you have been warned.

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⭐ How would he meet you?: I feel like he would rather date someone who he knows very well rather than meet someone completely new, and if they are new, they would have to be a part of the troupe or just associated in some way at the very least, I doubt he would show interest in someone completely random in the current state he's in, bonus points if you know him from childhood and grew up with him in meteor city, there's a chance he would be more comfortable being himself around you without fear of judgement since the both of you know each other so well.. to some degree. While I do think he wouldn't care for meeting someone new out the troupe, it is possible! I just.... don't know how LMFAO. But if you aren't apart of the troupe, like I said before, you might as well be his childhood friend he knows very well, that would mean you would have a chance at knowing some of the other members from childhood too! But there's a high chance your relationship with him would be kept out of the troupe's knowledge since everyone's gonna be like "WHHAAAAAAT? YOU BE GETTIN BITCHES??????"

⭐ Realizing he likes you/confessing: Something tells me that once he loves, he loves hard, literally once he realizes he likes you it's like it changes something in him, of course he would 100% deny every ounce of these feelings but I don't think he would straight up try to kill the person he likes because he isn't sure about this fuzzy little feeling he gets when he thinks of you....... okay maybe he contemplated on it a little but after he realizes he really does like you and he officially has you, he would never ever hurt you (unless you're a masochist or something then that's kinda different?), he would treat you as if you are this rare gemstone that shatters easily (ik ik cringe on his part but hear me out pleaaase), you would not be able to tell he feels this way about you unless you get into a fight with someone and you get badly injured, then he'll do everything to get you the help you need and will never leave your side. He would never in two trillion years, express verbally that he likes you, he's just really shit at communication so you would either have to put two and two together or come to the conclusion that he just may not be that into you on your part, he will however show you that he likes you, like treating you a little different from the others in the troupe, being around you more, following you around and such; and if that isn't enough, he'll (awkwardly) ask to hang out with you more outside of missions, he's trying his absolute best to woo you somehow, and if he manages to get lucky, he'll expect you to ask him out since dawg got too much pride, he's kinda rejection sensitive especially since he likes you so much, and if you do ask him out, without hesitation he will accept.

⭐ Random Headcanon I can't name <3: Since he won't hide anything about himself from you, he expects you to be scared of him, he's a sadist who tortures people after all, the sounds of people crying are like music to his ears, and seeing that he's the one who's causing it fuels some weird ego thing in him, makes him feel like he's the shit, when it comes to you, especially if you're a normal person, he wouldn't be surprised if that managed to run you away from him, fine, leave, but me personally? I don't think he would force that type of stuff on his partner, if you aren't comfortable, you aren't comfortable; trust me, if he wouldn't give two shits about you, you would not be in his presence right now unless you're in that chamber getting your legs broken, though it is considered a plus if you are just as sadistic as he is and would love to assist in his fucked up torture shit, he wouldn't think of you any different if you aren't into that, you're special to him regardless, just don't try to change him or things won't work out in your favor!

⭐ Jealousy: The thing I agree on the most is that yes, this man is possessive, he's from Meteor City, where he grew up on nothing and may have been abused in his childhood, love was a foreign concept to him until he met you, best be lucky he decided to give you a chance, and because of how you treat him he thinks you are different from everyone else, and feels as if he'll never find another like you, so you're god damn right he's gonna wanna protect you like you're just this shooting star that appears once every eon, you're the only person he can truly relax and chill around, the only one that he can laugh and touch without having a visceral reaction, the only one he can be human around; after all of the years of removing his brick wall piece by piece and allowing this person to love him, losing someone like that would make him lose his mind, as if a piece of him had been ripped out of him. Now I don't think he would be jealous the minute a man turns his neck to view you, it'll take a little bit more; someone would have to actually go up and flirt with you to see the jealousy bubble up in him. And once you're in this exact situation here comes a 5'1 little man grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you away after giving said person the worst glare they could ever see from a human, his pale face is adorned with rose tinted marks around his cheeks, and once you both are alone, he kisses you, reassuring you that you are his.

⭐ Physical Touch: He's usually not good with physical touch... unless it's your touch; see, he may not want others hugging or kissing on him, but you're touch is familiar, so he's pretty much used to it and slowly learned to like it a lot! Whenever he's away from you on troupe business he would sometimes think about you kissing him on the cheek and running your fingers through his hair. While you will be the one to initiate the hugging for the most part, he has no problem pulling you close to his chest during a movie night and snuggling under the covers and maybe playing footsies (I hate imagining feitan's feet I HATE FEET IN GENERAL he will be wearing socks).

⭐ What if: You Die!: Your death would hit him like a deer being hit by a semi truck, by that point, he wouldn't know what to do with himself, his world will start spinning, his vision will blur, everything starts feeling so unreal to him, bro might just have a heart attack right on the spot, he had never felt so weak before in his life! Once he finds out you have been murdered he will not stop to find your killer, and once he does, oh boy oh boy will he have the time of his life fucking this man up in that chamber, they will feel every ounce of pain they have caused to you, talk about karma! But after that he realizes ... he won't be able to ever get you back, so now, hes the exact same he was before he met you, and now, no one will ever get a chance to get that close to him ever again.

⭐ Other miscellaneous things: I absolutely adore the idea of him stealing things for you during missions, imagine the both of you going somewhere one of these days, and you had been thinking about getting this one thing but you're low in cash, when he's away on business he'll go back to that store and steal it for you because you're his precious, he'll do anything for you (not anything tho LMAO) if it comes with seeing that smile on your face! If you are fem presenting he'll steal dresses and makeup for you because he thinks you look like an angel in them, if you're masc presenting he'll steal other things you like..... idk what masc people like specifically so sorry uh... moving on.. So, specifically for my fems out there: at first he didn't like the idea of you playing with makeup on him or doing various hairstyles on him, too much pride gets in the way, but he eventually lets you, you decided to braid his hair a little and it's safe to say, he thought he looked nice! He's not going outside with them tho, he doesn't really know how to take care of his hair so he lets you do all of the washing and conditioning! He cherishes every moment he spends with you mainly because he's afraid of loosing you by either you cheating or someone killing you, on anniversaries and birthdays, since he doesn't know his own birthday, he basically considers your birthday to be his own, and on this day the two of you spend the whole day together going to fun events you like, you wanna go roller skating? No problem! The mall? No problem! Even if he hates how crowded both places can be, it's all for you! He also loves teasing you, the scene of him calling Phinks "girly girl" runs rampant in my mind like a fucking tomb raider so the idea of him being like that with his s/o is... yeah! He'll playfully misplace certain items of yours just out of sheer joy of seeing you look for them getting pissed by the second and once things start going overboard he'll finally give it to you, he's kind of a kid at heart when it comes to stuff like that so it kind of happens often, it shows how he's comfortable with you. One last thing I would like to add, he would never ever in a million years cheat on you, I personally don't see him as the type to do that, he ain't a big fan of most people around him anyways, so, him cheating will never happen, no matter how bad the argument between you was, he'll also never physically abuse you either, he doesn't really like arguing especially with you so he just gets up and leaves without a warning to cool himself off, might put his anger on a victim of his tortures.

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⭐🔞 What is Sex like?: A loooooooot of people think that he's a lil kinky bastard off rip, as much as I love reading the fics of him tying me up and fucking me like no tomorrow, I that I feel like he would be a bit more vanilla when it comes to someone he cares a lot about, he knows he can be rough if he isn't careful, so unless you want to be tied up and fucked like no tomorrow, he isn't gonna whip out the ball gags and whips and go to town, it'll be a little more intimate, he's still gonna pound the sonic coins out your hole tho... he can't really help how rough he's going in, that feels good to him and makes him cum faster, but don't worry, he's extra careful not to injure your cervix or prostate, if you want him to go slow you're gonna have to tell him that. If you aren't some random fling (which I imagine he didn't really have many before meeting you, not a bit fan of hookups) he would make sure you are also pleasured, hearing you moan his name and how good he's fucking you is ecstacy. Also I know people will disagree but after a while he would have no problem being a bottom for you, riding him, degrading him a tiny bit and just taking control in the bedroom is something he replays in the deepest parts of his dirty little brain, he would love to moan for you on how good you're making him feel, but one thing about it is; nothing will be going in his exit only hole, that's only reserved for you! Its just gonna be in like what... a decade before you open that side of him because bro has too much pride, he'll never reveal this side to you unless you guys have known each other for a while and that you are 100% certain that any information about it will not leave the both of you.

⭐(🔞 slight) Meeting his friends: If you're a non troupe member, the only, and I mean THE ONNNNLLLLY people that will know about you two are Phinks first, and after a while, Shalnark second (yes, the trouble trio, I love them so damn much fight me) that's it, to the other members including the boss himself: don't ask about her, don't even go searching for her! Since he is a literal criminal he just doesn't want any enemies coming for you. The only way Shal found out about you was when he saw your contact in his phone on complete accident, and Phinks? Well, I like to imagine that Fei is much closer to Phinks than anyone else so he has no problem telling him small details about you, a little self indulgent thought light a motherfucker is that Fei would either most definitely have like some emoji's like ❤️, 🥰, 🌸 with a cute little nickname like "Angel" or "Darling", or, he would just go plain like "Girlfriend". Don't open those texts tho, you'll be hit with some freaky deaky shit, he's not a fan on sending dick pics since he thinks they'll look stupid coming from him, but he loves the nudes you send him, you in lingerie or showing off that hot body you worked in the gym for? Booooooyy you better be lucky hes not there to tear that ass up! Just wait until he gets there! the both of you text like crazy on some occasions when he's away and it can get....... interesting when he's alone. ANYWAY, one of these days, Fei invites Phinks and Shal to your shared place to meet you, and that forms an interesting friendship! Once you have established a relationship with the two of them, you'll probably see them every now and again. Maybe one time you all can just chill at your shared place and play games watch movies or whatever.

⭐🔞 Kinks & Icks: I feel like he would have a bit of a praise kink, a bit? Nah scratch that, bro is a praise kink personified, he likes how talkative you can be during sex, like, tell him his dick feels so good penetrating your innards, tell him your holes belong to him and only him, and that no one else has the privilege to see you in this state, tell him you're about to cum all over his dick, tell him how you feel! He'll even praise you in his native language like how good you feel wrapped around his dick, how wet and tight you are, how you sound when he's pounding you, too bad you can't understand a word he's saying. One thing he gets the ick from is being called "Daddy." He genuinely does not understand how people find that hot (I'm projecting here,I saw two people say basically the same thing and I 100% agree), why do you think of your father when someone's going down on you? That's so odd! If you want to call him anything just call him by his name, that's it, that's all. When it comes to him degrading you, he'll call you things like "slut" and "bitch." Here are some dirty talking examples because I love when people do these xP(some might be ooc but again... whatever makes my pussy throb I guess); "Who's making you moan like this? Say my name, tell me who's making you scream like this?" "Fucking slut, just eager to take my cock down your throat, aren't you?" "You've been acting bratty all day, mind if I do something about that attitude of yours?" Speaking of the latter, he absolutely loves fucking the brattiness out of you, mad about someone at work pissing you off? Just got into an argument with him over something? Of course if it's something genuinely serious he's not gonna be sexual about it but 9 times out of 10 he can tell if it's a front, so you better be prepared to take him for a good few hours, he likes reminding you who runs this mf.

⭐🔞 What gets him in the mood?: His dick is average I say, 6-7 inches when hardened, take it or leave it, big dicks are actually dangerous, he's perfect! Or maybe not? Things that you do that make him hard are walking around in tight clothing that hugs your curves, especially if he can see your ass just double cheeked up in some biker shorts, you best be lucky hes not wearing anything else right now other than that one outfit he's always wearing or you would notice his pants are a little tight on him... oops! A small headcanon I have is that when it comes to fems, he's more attracted to curvier women, a nice ass and some thick plush thighs is something he dreams of in a woman every now and again, no hate to my skinny girls! He'll 100% be down for a thin piece too, he doesn't discriminate when it comes to body regardless of gender identity. He also likes it when you sit on his lap, looking down at him, blissfully unaware that his dick is ascending below you, to let you know he's in that mood he'll grind himself on you, feeling how your clothed pussy throbs under him with each stroke of his own clothed dick, dry humping lowkey be better than sex sometimes, he likes to take it slow during moments like this, and once he finally gets you, he gets you!

⭐🔞 Oral Sex: Receiving and giving! When it comes to him receiving he likes it when you got him all down your throat, he prefers someone who doesn't have a gag reflex but if you do, he'll 100% be turned on by the sounds of you choking on his cock, the way his dick feels when it hits the back of your throat as your moans vibrate on it? He prays that he'll last longer than a literal mini second. His balls aren't that sensitive but doesn't mind when you suck on them, his tip though? Good god that'll probably be the first time you'll hear him moan so blissfully, he has some amazing self control but if you just lick his tip a little, the precum won't stop dripping, the teasing sometimes be better than the whole head session! When it comes to giving, if you have a vagina he loves teasing your clit, circling his finger on it as more of your juices push out begging for you to touch him more, he loves the way you moan and cry under him as he fingers and eats away at you, when it comes to people who own a dick like him, don't expect him to go all out, I don't see him as the type to eat ass, I really don't, but it takes a lot out of him to suck some dick, he might start with the tip first and work his way down, you find it amusing when you cum on his face, seeing him a little grumpy ass his face is splattered with your semen.

⭐🔞 Other miscellaneous things: He'd be the type to randomly touch your ass while you're doing something like washing dishes or laying on your stomach on your phone, he'll squeeze or smack it, don't matter, it's his, and he gets to touch it when and however he wants, also he likes the way it jiggles when doing backshots! He hates to admit that he finds the idea of your twerking hot, like, shake that ass while he's taking your from behind a little, its fascinating! When it comes to missionary, he loves the faces you make when he slides his cock in you as it touches your cervix/prostate, you get embarrassed by the way he just fucking stares into you, calmly as he penetrates you, if you put your hands up to your face in embarrassment he'll put them down, telling you he loves the faces you make when he pounds you, no matter how ugly you think you look.

#hunter x hunter #feitan x reader #feitan #hxh #hxh x reader #feitan porter x reader #feitan portor #hxh smut #feitan smut

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finlashe · 1 year

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TPOF DLC Survival Walkthrough (SPOILERS)

This is a walkthrough to get the DLC’s survival ending, “Fox kept you.” MAJOR trigger warnings for torture/violence/gore/SA/rape

Bidding

Towards the end of the questionnaire, choose “Point at the Announcer” (it doesn’t matter what you choose prior to this). The Announcer will laugh and want to wrap up but you “Beg the announcer to take you home.” After this you get jabbed and pass out. This is when you enter the “The Show Must Go On” DLC.

Show 1

You wake up in a dark room in front of Fox (the Announcer). When asked if you remember what happened, answer with “What’s on your head?” He laughs and brushes it off, then you look down and see you’re dressed in lacy underwear. Fox asks what you think of your new outfit, choose “I guess it’s cute…” Fox likes this response and then starts live-streaming. He introduces you to the stream, so you “Beg them to help you”. No one really cares lmfao. Fox then dislocates your finger and asks if you want him to put it back into place or leave it, so you say “Put it back…”, which he then does, making your finger feel a little better. He then cuts your foot and despite it bleeding a lot, Chat wants more blood. Fox asks what you think, respond with “Fuck you!”, which doesn’t phase him. He starts cutting your chest, and makes you look into the camera, saying “You’ve been so quiet, darling! Why don’t you say something for your admirers?” You look in the camera and say “… Hi…” you’re then lifted up by a cable around your neck. Fox talks to chat for a hot minute and you pass out, then gain consciousness when you fall to the ground. Fox grabs your head and slams your face into the cold floor, probably breaking your nose, and asks if Chat is ready for the finale. He shows a gun to Chat which causes you to freak out. Fox notices and says he won’t kill you if you do a good job, then makes a poll for Chat to decide if you should live or die. He points the gun to your face and you have to suck it. Fox looks at the screen, turns back to you and says “You better get to work, they’ve already started voting.” You have to Obey reluctantly since you don’t really have a choice. At the last minute, Chat decides you should live. Fox comments that you’re a natural, and Chat wants to see more! He then says you and him should give Chat a treat before you guys “wrap up for the night.” He then forces your eye open and busts a fat nut in your eye, which is already bad, but he then plunges his claw into your eye when you moved. Oops!! He then ends stream and takes his mask off and you pass out. You wake up in a shitty jail cell type room and Fox talks to you for a little bit. You touch your eye and feel bandages. Your eye is fucked tbh but Fox says you have a spare. You ask if you’re going to be let go, and he laughs at you. He says you’re not going to be leaving, you need to continue performing, and to heal as much as possible before your next show. You ask him “Why are you doing this?” And Fox laughs and says because he’s really fucking good at it. Then he says good night and leaves. You Go to sleep because your body hurts too much.

Show 2

Eventually you wake to him in your room with two guards behind him, saying that you need to get dressed, and throws fishnets toward you. You Get dressed. One of the guards puts your wrists in metal shackles before pushing you toward the streaming room. Fox asks if you’re ready and to take a deep breath, then starts the stream. He tells you to say hi to your admirers, so you say “Please go easy on me…”, looking at the camera and trying to smile. Fox first prods at your foot’s stitches, then brings a camera close to your face to show off your new and definitely not improved eye! He tugs your eye bandage off, which also tore off the flesh it fused with. Fox is like wow we probably should’ve changed that, sounding a little apologetic. He brings out a soldering gun, and asks you if you know what it is. You don’t, so you respond with “A… glue gun? I-I don’t know.” Fox laughs a little and says that’s close enough. He then carves into your back with the gun. He gets to your spine and you dislocate your shoulder as a result. He brings the camera over to your back, and you see the carving is a heart. Fox asks if you want him to push your shoulder back in, and you say “Don’t touch me!” Causing him to scoff. He unlocks your wrist shackles, giving you a moment to decide if you should try to escape or not. You decide to Stay still since your feet are still attached to the floor. He tells you to take a deep breath and make sure your tongue isn’t between your teeth. He asks if you’re ready and you nod weakly. You screamed as it happened but the pain went away quickly. He then puts the shackles back on your wrists. He asks chat if they’re ready for more, and forces your legs apart. You and Fox are going to put on a show like they’ve never seen! He tears your fishnets away and then brings out a large wedge, pushing it in front of you. He puts a tentacle gag in your mouth, and brings out a choke chain, where you will be grazed by the choke chain’s needles if you move too much. He forces himself into you, and your feet began to slip. You’re faced with an awful decision, to either lean forward into the choke chain or lean backward into him. You decide to lean backward. After he finishes in you, he talks to Chat and takes your choke chain and gag off. Chat says your eye looks terrible, and Fox agrees. He says the eye is going to have to come out. You agree, saying “Yes… Please take it out…” he says he will do everything he can to make it better, and touches his mask to your forehead like a kiss, making you feel better. He looks for supplies, giving you a moment with Chat. You attempted to Smile at them. Fox comes back and holds a metal instrument up to you, explaining its to keep your eye open. You Nod, saying you understand. He whispers he’s only cutting out the bad part for Chat, and he’ll have an expert look at it later. You start to pass out. He talks to Chat for a little, and you pass out fully. You wake up back in your room to Fox petting your head. He says your eye couldn’t be saved but you may get a prosthetic. You ask “Why would you help me?” He answers that your shows have been very popular and the audience wants to see more. You look down at his skin, noticing his scars. Fox says it’s rude to stare, and you ask “Who did that to you?” He laughs and says a dead man did. He’s about to leave, but you ask “Are you going to kill me or not?” Fox laughs again and says it’s up to Chat. You reply with “I thought you were the one in charge.” He then leaves and you go back to bed.

Show 3

You wake to Fox’s guard shaking you roughly. You look down and see you’re dressed in an extremely girly pink lingerie set. Your limbs are completely numb, and Fox says to chat you’ve had a bit of a “cocktail” before the show (painkillers and other things). He brings out a pneumatic nail gun. He points it at you and asks if you know what that is. You say “Don’t shoot me!” Which is not the answer so he shoots you. You couldn’t feel pain, the nail feels like it shouldn’t be there. He then asks you what his name is, and you truthfully respond with “I don’t know!” Since he never said. You’re shot a few more times. You ask Fox to take them out, and he responds that YOU should take them out. He unshackles you and you take them out at a quickening pace. Fox asks you to show your “new holes” to Chat, and he demonstrates how by pressing his claw into one of the holes. You think it feels good due to the insane amount of painkillers you’re on. He pushes your hand into your underwear as he pushes more of his claws into your puncture holes. Fox orders you to beg for more and you do, causing you to bust a fat one. Afterwards, one of the Chat people asks to bring out a flame gun, which he happily obliges to. He burns your skin, and you feel hungry. He brings your arm to your mouth and you pull a chunk of your meat away, chewing. Fox takes his mask off and clamps onto your collar, ripping your skin apart. He laps at your wound a few times before putting his mask back on, a little embarrassed. For the “grand finale,” he connects a chain to the wire loop around your neck, pulling you up. It was hard to stand on your toes since your body felt so heavy. He hands you a knife. Fox says Chat wants to see blood, and you slash the top of your thigh, but Chat wants to see more. You slash your legs again, and Fox says to slash your stomach, deeper. You deeply cut across your belly. Fox says “Wait.” He pauses and then turns to the screen. He says “Your wish is my… Actually, fuck that. Show’s over.” He turns the screens off, making the room go completely black. The knife is grabbed out of your hands and thrown across the room. The wire holding you is released and you fall on the ground, your shackles also released. You’re pushed onto your back, and begin to ask why Fox stopped. Fox tells you to stop talking and calls the medics to stop your bleeding stomach, he wants you alive. You’re his now.

I hope this helps! 👍 I know there is a walk thru on steam but I personally find them easier to understand on tumblr.

#ren hana #the price of flesh #tpof ren #tpof dlc #tpof announcer

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leigh-kay · 2 years

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Tyler x reader where reader has actually been killing everyone as a Hyde and manipulated everyone into thinking it was Tyler. Tyler figures out it was really her and fucking rails her as revenge - @serrinaisdying (didnt know how to answer it twice lmfao) but here u go babe

.... i told u i was on it 🥂

Revenge is Best Served Rough | tyler galpin

SMUT OBVI

i am so fucking sorry for that cheesy ass title oh my god

warnings // mean!tyler, struggle for dominance lmao, dark!reader, dark!tyler, a teeny tiny smack across readers face, choking, missionary bc tyler likes to know you're looking at him as he fucks you, degrading, unprotected sex (would not reccomend), dirty talk (my fav), mention of past... encounters w xavier bc hes on my mind, p in v fr, spitting in readers mouth, biting

Her door slammed shut, causing her to jump, a gasp escaping her as she turned on her bed to acknowledge the sound.

Her eyes widened at what she saw.

"Tyler, aren't you supposed to be in a cell right about now?"

He tried his best not to laugh at her casual ask, "Not like you have any reason to fear me so why does it matter?"

"Wednesday says you're dangerous... That you're the one killing people." She scooted towards her headboard in an effort to put distance between them.

He smiled, "You're the prettiest little fucking liar there ever were."

The falsified fear in her eyes no longer lingered, her fingers releasing the grip she has on her duvet. The jig was fucking up.

"You think I'm pretty?" She grinned, patting at her bed, "Come sit, we clearly need to talk."

"Have you lost your fucking mind?"

"That happened before we even met, now don't be a rude guest. Sit down."

His arms crossed, but he sat. He refused to take his eyes off of her. Answers were in order.

"Why me?"

"You're mom of course. She was like me. You will be too. You havent been awoken yet. Your mother died but for some reason it didn't trigger you. You'll be transformed one day, and when you are, all that extra strength and anger and hunger will amplify and you'll be just like me. I blamed you because it made sense."

His eyes narrowed, "You blamed me for no good reason! I haven't done anything yet!"

"Yet. And I blamed you because you're young and clueless and weak."

Her head cracked the headboard as his hand grasped around her neck, closing her airways and leaving her choking on the air she couldn't call in. It made her stomach turn, and his head spin.

"You call that weak? Looks to me like you're in no position to speak." He laughed under his breath. Pun intended, he supposed.

Her own fingers twisted around his wrist, pressing her nails into his skin, cutting and digging. It called a hiss out of his teeth, but made him falter just enough to catch a breath as his grip loosened.

He was wild. Eyes black, hair messed and teeth bared. His lips were swollen, bitten to a raw point that she assumed was from Wednesdays torture methods just a few hours prior.

He looked like he wanted to rip her apart limb by limb and fuck, she hadn't been this turned on since her and Xavi snuck around secret library last semester.

"Oh? So the psycho bitch doesn't shut up unless she wants to be fucked then?"

He's closer to tranforming than she thought if he can smell her already.

She opened her mouth to speak, having his hand come across her cheek.

"Not one more word."

His hands groped at her, tearing away at her top as his lips attacked hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Kisses, bites, tore down her neck as she wrapped her legs around the backs of his thighs, tugging his already hard cock against her core, bucking against him. The groan he let out was enough to let her relax. He at least wouldn't be a real threat to her safety until after he finished.

She'd worry about that after he fucked her senseless then. Priorities.

"Why do you kill?" He worked off her jeans.

She laughed, "I'm not allowed to talk."

He halted his motions, grabbing her by the chin, "Open." She obeyed.

She always thought if someone spit in her mouth she'd hate it. She fought the shame off of the fact it was actually the hottest thing she'd ever experienced. She swallowed with a smile on her face.

"Now, if you can open your mouth to be a slut you can open it to talk." He glared down at her, thumb running over her cheek in a manner much too soft for the mood of their situation.

"I kill because it's fun." she grasped at his shoulders and forced her weight over, straddling him as he fell under her.

"I kill because it feels good," her own mouth found his collarbones, tugging the skin between her teeth and nipping just hard enough he whined, hips bucking involuntarily.

"And i kill because they taste of their fear is amazing," her tongue ran across his neck, "not as good as you taste though."

He lifted his hips to press against her center and her eyes fluttered as he repeated the motion, bringing his hands to her hips. He used all that extra strength to force her down against him and he didn't let up until she finally gasped and lost the straightened posture she'd taken on top of him.

Lost in the feel of him against her, she hadn't noticed when he grabbed at her wrists and rolled her right back under him. Not until he stopped his attack on her lower half.

She whined before she could stop herself.

"Tyler so help-" his mouth covered hers.

"Let's try the quiet route again, yeah?"

His fingers crept into her panties, pulling them down her legs as she wiggled under him. She was desperate for friction he refused to currently give her.

"You're unbelievable. Getting me arrested to letting me use you like a goddamn toy."

He bit his way up her thighs, onto her stomach, "and I meant it when I said you were a pretty liar."

He tugged her bra down, exposing her breasts to the cold of the room and to his view.

"I think it's just because I like seeing your mascara run when you cry. Even if it's fake, those little tears of yours are just so precious you know?"

His lips closed over her nipple, pulling, the warm contrast made her sigh. Her relief was short lived as his teeth began to tug at her.

"Fuck!" she squealed, hands finding his hair and tugging right back.

"Thought I said to shut the hell up?"

"Either fuck me or kill me Galpin, choose fast or I'm choosing for us."

His eyes rolled as he ripped his pants down, taking his cock in his hand as he leaned over her.

He was bigger than expected, and thicker too. Butterflies stormed her stomach as he eyed her, looking feral.

He entered her with a single quick thrust, fucking into her with ease.

He didn't go slow and he didn't care to. She was hardly complaining. The sting was unimaginable compared to the feel of him pulling at that spot inside of her that had her clawing at his back.

It made her eyes roll as his hand refound her neck, squeezing just enough to make her gasp.

"God you're such a slut. Squeezing down on me like you need it."

She couldn't force out a snarky reply. Not when she could feel him in her stomach. She thought she might die when she saw him pushing against her, the print just visible as he fucked her.

He could see the bruises forming from the bites he'd ravaged her with, and the sight of the red staining the cheek he'd struck and he hated to admit it made his blood warm like a fire.

"Faster," she cried, eyes watering at the brutality of each thrust.

He slowed, putting more weight behind each slow drag as he pressed a hand down where his cock pushed against her pelvis.

"Can't have you calling the shots," he teased, noting her annoyance at ignoring her request.

Her stomach clenched as she forced her walls in on him, making him whine against her neck.

"Keep that up and you won't cum at all."

She huffed, bucking her hips, "Please, I'll be good, I'll tell them all the truth, please!"

"You? Be good?" he pierced each word with a thrust hard enough to make her head spin.

"I promise!" she sobbed, feeling the tightening in her core as her legs shook around him.

"So pretty when you beg too, hmm?" He ran his fingers across her clit, feather light with each touch as he pounded into her like she was less of a person and more of a toy.

She fought to keep her eyes on him as he gazed down at her, a smile gracing his lips just as he pressed harder against the bundle of nerves keeping her in tact.

"Tyler!" she yelled, teeth tearing into her bottom lip as she let go.

She saw stars, moaning and crying as it crashed down on her. It drove him crazy to watch her fall apart, driving him to pump harder, fuck her through each and every wave as it hit her.

His own composure began to break as he felt the build start to break. His hands tightened around her waist, pressing hard into her as he came, head falling back as she seemed to suck out every last drop he forced out.

He fell to her side as they caught their breath, staring at the cieling.

Before she could fully calm down, her phone was held over her face.

"You promised."

#smut #tyler galpin smut #xavier thorpe #wednesday #tyler galpin #netflix #wednesday smut #rough smut #biting #enemies to lovers #choked while fucked

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wraithdance · 29 days

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A note on stray dogs

It may seem silly to write a detailed authors warning for a fan-fiction but I feel compelled to write one considering the very polarizing reactions to imperfect characters in fics and the authors who pen them. (TLDR at the end)

Stray dogs is meant for me to explore the CPTSD/BPD/Avoidant attachment trait within a character and try to give said character some grace, dignity and loving relationships despite their mental illness.

I have seen the big reactions people have towards those with significant personality disorders or mental health struggles, (I’ve personally been on the receiving end of said reactions) so I know first hand the amount of vitriol and violence that comes with not fitting a status quo due to mental illness.

The reason I’m willingly divulging that info on the internet is so that anyone who struggles with the same will know that I do not plan on Stray Dogs becoming trauma porn where everyone just sucks and you (the reader) get to boo and dunk on the characters. I’ve seen many published authors do that (and even encourage it) so this is me saying that’s not my thing in the least.

I have been in this world long enough to know that ableism and romanticism of mental health issues in media can often be dangerous for real people (ie 13 Reasons why, Euphoria, etc.) I don’t knock anyone who does take that approach in their work, because as a writer it’s not your responsibility to control how people go out in the world and act due to the worlds you create, I just feel very strongly about not partaking.

Stray Dogs will contain themes that can be considered toxic and will go into depth into not only Ghost’s past traumas, but Johnny’s and ‘Readers’ as well. I’ll always put a warning on potentially triggering scenes and I’ll do my best to make it so you can skip certain parts without getting lost. Otherwise, I’m a message away if I need to tag something I’ve missed.

I’m saying now that despite what ringer I put everyone through, Stray Dogs WILL have a happy ending because I’m a sucker for that kind of thing. I don’t really want to promote this story very much because it’s meant to be personally soothing while also helping me explore my writing voice. If I ever receive any extremely negative feedback that is unproductive I will delete them for two reasons 1) as not to trigger anyone who may personally identify with the characters and 2) Because lol babes I don’t give a fuck we’re all reading fanfics it’s not that deep.

If you have any trouble in engaging with the story you won’t offend me if you stop reading! That’s why I have something more lighthearted like the Five Year Plan in the works while I work on this!!

But yeah anyways it’s 4 am and I’m kinda losing the plot but in the future if there’s any question about my intentions with some of the content in SD I will link to this note and I’m happy to have a conversation in more depth if asked about it.

Anywho if you made it to the end thanks lmfao I hope you enjoy the story (or not no skin off my back)! - Calvary

TLDR: Stray Dogs will not be trauma porn where I make reader and established characters miserable for little to no reason. I will heavily tag trigger warnings and am open to conversations about why I’m setting up the story the way I am. Message me if I’ve neglected to tag something for filtering.

#lol sorry yall I was writing and figured I should probs say this before posting today #this goes for Good Boy too because that’s a prologue #and it does NOT end happily lmao

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ambrosialdesire · 7 months

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idk if you’re comfortable with nsfw so you could ignore this if you want…

but what kinks do you think the aot men have as yanderes… 😏

lmfao anon, most of my fics are straight nsfw or have implications of nsfw in them, it's alright to send in nsfw reqs/messages haha (this is not me being mean, im saying this in a joking tone hehe) and sorry this took so dang long to post, i decided to make this my blog's anniversary post LOL

since you didn't mention anyone specific, imma do reiner, eren, levi, zeke, and jean. you already know i'm always gonna put reiner in LMAO eren and levi and jean cause i kinda already have a feel for them in yandere writings, and zeke cause idk why not lol

i'm kinda doing main kinks? 4-5 of them for each of them but idk, i'm just writing whatever works for them in my perspective even though any of the kinks can work for either one of them in certain situations lol and i'm terrible at making long headcanon lists so it's just me blabbering and trying my best to describe the scenarios 💀

NGL THIS IS PROBABLY A REALLY UNPOPULAR OPINION but i don't really like when headcanon lists are like one sentence long and they never go in depth about it or when they make each bullet point a sentence that correlates to the previous point IDK WHY IT IRKS ME SO BAD AND SOME PEOPLE MIGHT LIKE IT THAT WAY AND THAT'S FINE LOL

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YANDERE AOT MEN'S KINKS

18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI

pairing(s) : reiner x fem!reader, eren x fem!reader, levi x fem!reader, jean x fem!reader, zeke x fem!reader tags + warnings: general yandere and obsessive themes, unhealthy relationships, explicit sexual content, violent themes, dubcon/noncon implications, breeding, size kink, praise, dom/sub/switch dynamics, rough sex, edging, dacryphilia, marking, blood mention, cannibalism mention, muzzling, exhibition, voyeurism, quickies, pussy worship, forced feminization, knife kink, choking, slapping, collar/leash use, cockwarming, wax-play, forced domestication, humiliation note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

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REINER

YOU ALREADY KNOW THE BUSINESS WITH HIM reiner's kinks are definitely anything associated with breeding. mating presses, creampies, lactation, etc. he just loves claiming that way, pushing his cum in and leaving himself plugged inside to ensure that pregnancy is in the future. you belong to him and what more to show it than giving you a child. literally whenever he has sex, it's like he goes into a rut and his mind locks in that he must breed you. then when your milk starts coming in, seeing you leak unlocks something in him that makes him absolutely feral. he finds it so attractive and will spend hours sucking on your tits, esp if you're in pain and in need to help get it sorted out. ain't that kind of him? size kink. since reiner's pretty massive (hehe), he would always adores how much smaller you are. if you're shorter than him, it gives him the feeling that he has to protect you and it gets him so hard seeing you struggle to take him all in, cockhead bulging out of your lower stomach. if you're taller than him or roughly the same height, he does anything to make you feel smaller than him, pushing you down into the bed or making you go on your hands and knees to take in his dick in your mouth. reiner wants you to be weaker than him, to be completely dependable on him and him alone. he's not completely a dom though in my eyes tbh, he's more of a switch with dom-leaning tendencies (bc he first gotta set the control he has over you as a yandere). sometimes he wants to be dominated, wants to be the one begging to put his cock inside of you, and brought to tears from how good you're using him. he's vocal as fuck too, whimpering and moaning so loudly whenever you ride him and play with his tits (CAUSE OMFG I WILL CONTINUE TO SPREAD THE IDEA EVEN MORE THAT HIS TITTIES ARE SENSITIVE AND SO SQUISHY AND PLAYABLE BRUH). he'll always have a limit to how much control you have over him during sex so don't get too cocky cause he'll take over in a snap of a finger. it doesn't matter if he was a breathless mess that had been edged for hours and just came all over his stomach, he's gonna pound you until you're the one whimpering in overstim. HUGE PRAISE KINK, he loves giving praise and receiving it. he's complete putty in your hands if you praise him, makes him feel super good about himself when you say that he's fucking you so good and he loves to feel you clench around him when he says that you look so pretty for him or that you're taking him in so well. even out of sex, he whispers sweet little compliments in your ear just to see you get all flustered about it.

his yandere tendencies come out when he catches you with other men (cacoëthes you'll always be famous TO ME), even if you don't intended to be involved with them, and bro FUCKS like he's trying to prove a point. he's pushing deep into you until his tip is pressed flushed into your cervix and biting at your neck, leaving dark marks that'll last for days to come. he's growling into your ear about how no one and i mean no one can compare to his cock and the way he fucks you. he's literally carving the shape of his dick into you so you'll never forget it. if you try and run off with another man, he wouldn't and never will amount to reiner. that's even if you can ever escape him in the first place.

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EREN

this mf is into edging. eren loves to build you up and never let you get there, mostly because it makes you become desperate and so delirious to cum that you'd literally do anything to get there. even he goes CRAZY if he got edged for hours and he cums hard, like the shooting kind of cumming all over you. he's into that shit too, covering every inch of your skin in his warm stickiness. it's like a mark that you can't quite get rid of.

eren's a dacryphiliac, nothing gets him harder than seeing your tears stream down your face. crying because it's so good? stiff as a rock. crying because it's too much? oh my god, he's going to keep fucking you until you're a blabbering mess. he's also into that predator-prey thing, where you're desperately trying to get away from him but your stifled sobs always make it easy to find you and sooner than not, he's pounding you into the nearest surface while licking your tears off your face.

bites, hickeys, bruises, anything of the marking sort, he's into it. eren's known for being a biter, so any chance he gets and for him to be able to cum sometimes, he's sinking his teeth into your flesh. the taste of your blood makes him a little delirious (if this was the actual aot-verse, i think that he's and any other titan user that consumed a lot of human/titan blood is used to the taste (not armin cause he's only eaten bertolt i think) and it's like any other usual meal (they just have a hint of cannibalistic tendencies and you cannot take this idea away from me)). sometimes you'll have to take physical action to make him stop biting down so hard, you elbowed him hard one time when he literally wasn't letting go of your shoulder. the absolute terror that you felt when you looked into his eyes when he finally released you, your blood dripping down his mouth. it was like staring at a starving wolf in the middle of his meal.

because of this, sometimes you muzzle him. eren hates it since he likes biting you, but he's starting to like it a little more every day he gets to fuck you. bro's like a feral dog with it on, the cool metal pressing against your neck, and you could feel his drool drip down from how much he wants to sink his teeth in or because of how much your cunt is making him all hot and delirious. eren's probably the most vocal out of all of them, so you're going to be hearing every whine and groan that's coming out of him.

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JEAN

I FEEL OUT OF ALL OF THEM, JEAN'S THE LEAST FREAKIEST 😭😭

that being said, he's into exhibition/voyeurism LMFAO like mutual masturbation kind of shit or he's in the closest watching you touch yourself while he's beating it. something about the thrill of it all gets him going, especially when he fucks you in places where you're definitely going to get caught if you don't stay quiet. the closet thing was an accident at first, he was in your room to ask you something but you weren't there and he started snooping a little too much, getting absolutely distracted that he almost barely heard you start to unlock your door. he hid in the closet, waiting for you to fall asleep but instead you started playing with yourself before you went to bed and that was the start of it all lmao AND you still don't know he keeps doing it.

quickies are jean's fucking passion, bro can fuck you in a short amount of time to make you both cum multiple times and he's a little too good at hiding the fact that the two of you just had sex from around the corner. slicking his hair back smugly while adjusting his clothes back to normal, watching your legs quiver and shake as both of your fluids drip down your thighs, it takes all his might not to fuck you once more.

pussy worshipping, he's definitely into that. he can spend hours knelt underneath you and eating you out, not caring whether his dick is begging for any sort of needed attention. i feel like out of all five of them rn, he has the number one spot of giving more to his partner than receiving it like he's absolutely locked in to please you (reiner is second bc i said so and it's totally not a biased choice 😈). even if you're crying from overstimulation, he's not gonna stop until he says he's finished eating you out.

domestication kink + forced feminization, even if you're the independent type who has a distaste for wearing skirts and dresses, he imagines there's a world where he could make you completely submissive and a dependent housewife. jean does things subtlety so he might slowly incorporate more feminine items in your routine or say something that may have you second-guess yourself, and without you even realizing, you're slowly becoming the woman he dreams of in his head. delusional king!

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LEVI

for levi, i think isayama said one time that levi's kinda subby or sumn like that so fuck yeah i'm gonna incorporate that in a bit.

knife kink ofc, his handiwork has always been surrounding these sharp pieces of metals so how could i not add this. it's not the threatening aspect that he's into, he already knows that you know that you're always going to below him. it's the fact that he can carve his name into your fragile skin whenever he wants and you can't do anything about it, and watching the small rivulets of blood seep through makes him absolutely feral even though he doesn't admit it. idk how to really describe it until i actually write it in a fic lol

levi's definitely into choking, especially because it gives him absolute control of when you're allowed to breathe, giving up something so important just for him. he never goes pass the line where you pass out because he wants to watch you cum while you're breathless, gasping for air as you clench around him in shudders. he's seen a lot of people get choked out to death, he's even done it a few times, but he likes seeing it done the most on you. especially because you struggle to beg for him to stop, scratch up his arms like a poor little kitty cat and wriggle around in fear. levi swears nothing looks so much prettier than that.

slapping and he's damn good at it. he's slapped your face a few times to get your attention back, but he loves slapping your ass. he hits hard enough to leave his handprints, keeping you sore for days that you can't lay down or sit down right. levi bends you over his lap if you're being a brat and SMACKS until you're sobbing for him to stop but even so, he keeps on going until he feels like the punishment is enough. for being a good girl and taking his punishment so generously, he'll finger you afterwards, running his lithe fingers in-between your clit and into your dripping hole. you may say you hate it, but your pussy is saying otherwise. if you slap him, you are not walking for a week LMFAO

okay now im gonna go into subby levi hehe sometimes he doesn't want to be the one in control because his job is all about control and demanding others, so he'll let you fuck him (with limitations as well). like he'll lay in your lap and let you jerk him off as he sucks on your tits, letting you decide if you want to edge him or overstimulate him. it's a little strange at first being able to control your captain like this but you get used to it, letting him thigh-fuck you but never letting him enter your sopping pussy. sometimes he gets so irritated by being denied so often that he'll break the deal off and start taking back the reins.

levi's a collar and leash man, something about tugging it to direct your attention and getting tugged gets him going. he likes the way his name glimmers in the name tag, how pathetic you look as he sharply pulls it to make you look at him. he usually will only put it on when he's the sub, letting you pull it towards your pussy so he can eat you out. he doesn't force you to act like a dog, it's just the ownership of you that he likes.

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ZEKE

cockwarming, cockwarming, cockwarming. this man loves to keep you plugged up whenever he's reading or smoking a few cigarettes outside. he usually cockwarms you when he wants another way for relaxing and what more than to sink into your warm and tight pussy. zeke's so fucking nonchalantly mean about it too. if you try moving off him or trying to finally cum, he smacks your thigh hard or pulls your hair back to look at him, taunting you about how you're being naughty and naughty girls don't get to cum. so he'll make you stay on him for another few hours or so, then cumming on your ass or stomach and sometimes never making you cum either as punishment.

ZEKE'S ALSO INTO BREEDING BUT LIKE A TWISTED VERSION OF IT, LET ME EXPLAIN. of course, it's canonically known that he doesn't like the reproduction of eldians and wanted the extinction of them through genetic neutering (which was fucking insane btw how he thought his plan would be able to be possible when it was eren's world to control is so funny to me 💀💀). so basically what i'm thinking is that he is so disgusted with the idea so much that he's into it. like the idea of cumming into you and filling your womb gets him so unreasonably hard and he doesn't really know himself why it does. it always happens when he sees you treating a kid so kindly that they may as well be yours and then he starts fantasizing about a homely, domestic life with you with yours and his kids running amok. he never goes through with it of course but he gets close a couple of times, so very very close.

idk ig he kinda gives wax-play vibes. seeing you blindfolded and pouring hot drips of wax on your skin or nipples, twitching in shock from the suddenness of the vague burn amuses him. sometimes he'll tie you up and leave a candle to drip all over you for a few hours and see how many times you cum over it.

zeke's definitely into humiliating you because why would you ever have any sort of pride when your place is in his bed and being his obedient fuck toy? like he makes you roleplay as his subservient maid, buying the skimpiest outfits ever in existence, taking away your underwear and making you wear a skirt that you have constantly tug down, literally anything that makes you feel shameful of yourself. but he reinforces you into liking it by praising you while he fucks you in those fits, talking about how pretty you look with your pussy out just for him and how his stupid little maid is so good at pleasing him.

#love-taste #tw: yandere #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #yandere shingeki no kyojin #yandere attack on titan #yandere reiner #yandere eren #yandere jean #yandere levi #yandere zeke #🎀 anon

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stormblessed95 · 9 months

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Hi how are you fine I hope,...umm do you have a list of Manga or Anime that I could read or watch? If you have a list to start off with on your blog I would greatly appreciate. I used to read manga all the time but life happened so if you don't mind thank you...Happy Holidays.

I'm still new and haven't seen so much! Here is what I'll do, I'll give you a list of what I've seen and what I thought about it though!! It'll go like this:

Media Title (version I've seen it in, anime or manga, etc): my thoughts

and then you can take them as recs or not lol

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood (anime): SO GOOD. It was the second anime I watched ever and it's what really got me hooked. Lol it's just pure good solid story telling and is just truly amazing in every way. I love it so much

Ouran High School Host Club (anime): it was fine. Lol good moments, funny moments, cute moments. Lots of weird ass tropes that I didn't love lol. Good palate cleanser but not my favorite and not one I continued to really spend time thinking about after

Demon Slayer (anime & manga): a new obsession after I watched it. I had to then go read it because I was obsessed with the story and couldn't wait. The most beautiful animation too. Tragic and hopeful and amazing. Made me cry a few times and does flashback so well lol

Yuri on Ice (anime): so good. So cute. So gay. I have posts on this anime on here from when I was watching it. Lmao I'll just link that here. I'm still obsessed.

Spy x Family (anime & manga): I actually read the manga first and then found the anime and it's just so wholesomely wonderful in every aspect. I love the story so much. I love the romance. The slowburn is so slow is painfully good. I ship it SO HARD. The domestic family life of a Spy, assassin and telepath is everything I didn't know I needed

Buddy Daddys (anime): 2 dude (they make a good ship too honestly lol) assassins accidental baby acquisition. It's as funny as it sounds with some surprisingly dark and sad and emotional backstories and moments. Just a really great time. Short and quick watch too. Link to my rec post too

The Yakuzas Guide to Babysitting (anime): it was okay. Lol cute and fun but nothing that stuck with me. Found this one off my Spy Family and Buddy Daddy's high while looking for something similar lol

The Ice Guy and his Cool Female Colleague (anime): cute and fun but man some of the episodes dragged and were a little slow. The romance was just okay too but had some really adorable moments

Sasaki to Miyano (anime): SO CUTE. God the whole premise is the BL romance and the slow burn is soooo slow but istg. The tropes are so good too. The importance to consent is beautiful. Literal BL tropes all over the place as the MCs is a BL fan and introduced his LI to BL lol my rec post here. And my post over a clip of the new movie too.

A Silent Voice (anime movie): excellent movie. Sad as fuck. I cried so much. Lol all the trigger warnings though. Please read the trigger warnings

Your Name (anime movie): excellent movie. I still think about it all the time. I just read a book that pulled inspo from this movie. I had tears STREAMING DOWN MY FACE at the end.

Sk8 the Infinity (anime): so good. So wholesome. So gay (it's canon gay, fight with the wall, I don't care lol) just a little show about skateboarding. Who knew it would be SO GOOD. My rec post. My matchablossom brain rot post

Naurto, Naruto Shippuden (anime): OBSESSED. I watched this show with my partner as part of his "I'm introducing you to anime" series he has for me. Lol and clearly he was going to introduce me to the classics. Yes One Piece and Bleach are on his lists for us to watch together too.

Haikyuu!! (anime & manga): Look, with this being the 3rd sports anime I watched, I'm convinced all sports animes create so many ships low-key on purpose. Lmfao in all honesty though, it's so good. Never in my life would I have imagined getting so invested into volleyball. But here I am.

Jujutsu Kaisen (anime and I'm starting the manga now too): IM SO OBSESSED ITS NO LONGER FUNNY AND THIS SHOW IS SO MEAN LATELY. I had to go buy the manga because I CANNOT HANDLE WAITING FOR NEW EPISODES OH MY GOD. WISH ME LUCK READING I GUESS My post

Bungo Stray Dogs (anime): I started this show for Dazai. Found him on TikTok. Stayed for the weird ass powers and the absolute utter nonsense that is this whole world. Nothing makes sense and we are all just here for the vibes. Yes I fucking love it, thanks lmfao My post

Link Click (donghua): started this on a whim because I got a random rec video on my algorithm and found it on Crunchyroll and I was told it was gay. There is so little gayness in the grand scheme of this show I felt so unprepared for what it was. Lmao I have never in my life had a show hit me so hard in my emotions off the bat EVERY SINGLE TIME. BUT ITS SO GOOD?? I told my husband I start each episode going "so how are you making me cry this time link clink??" The twists twist so hard it hurts, but in a way I love. I need the next season like now. my God.

Blue Eye Samurai (anime sort of): my NEWEST obsession. I NEED SEASON 2 PLEASE. I said sort of about anime because it is animated and it's set in Japan, but it's not from Japan so it's not really an anime.... Lol but it's on Netflix. It's not for children. And it's so good. Go watch it. Only 8 episodes. The story is immaculate. My post

Inuyasha (manga): read the manga and thoroughly enjoyed myself as a super fast and fun read!! Really just there a good time lmao

Yona of the Dawn (manga): SO CUTE and yet intense too. My sister put me on this one as one of the first manga series I started reading and I just ate it all up. If we ignore some of the weirder tropes it throws at you in the beginning, it's just fabulous lol I love it

Mo Dao Zu Shi (donghua): read the books, watched the donghua, watched the live action too lol. The brain rot is SO REAL. Like these characters live rent free forever. Thanks. You can find tons of posts for MDZS and TGCF(heaven Official's blessing) in my master list on my other blog @moonofthesurvivor

Heaven Official's Blessing (donghua): SAME AS MDZS THATS ALL LMAO

No. 6 (anime): loved it, sci-fi dystopian madness and so gay. My rec post here

Given (anime): so gay.... So sad.... So healing... That kiss though! That backstory! The songs are actually so good! I love that it's just a band full of gay people. My post here too

Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess (anime): politics meets isekai (done well) meets lesbian romance, meets magical epic battles and showdowns, meets badass ladies saving the world. Literally everything you could want

Hunter x Hunter (anime): I am watching this one now and have been for a little bit. This is the current one I'm watching with my partner in his list of animes he wants to introduce me too. I'm having SO MUCH FUN with this one but I also am hurting a little. Lol yes he warned me about the ants. Yes I'm not having fun with this arc. Thanks for asking. I can report back when we finish 😂

And for those who will want to know yes, I've got lots on my list to still watch and work through. Lol I'm always open to taking more suggestions though too!!

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witchie-writings · 1 year

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I love your blog sm❤️ I love your Halo hcs they are the best and You’re like one of the only blogs that has written for the bayverse Megatron and for that, I think you amazing🥹 Whenever you feel like it, do you think you could write more bayverse megatron x reader? Absolutely no pressure and take all the time you need❤️

YOU

Take my heart. Bayverse Megatron is one of my favorite versions, so it’s nice to see someone request more HCs for him! (Well, I guess I’m writing again lmfao) I will admit, my views on him have kind of changed, so these might be different from the first set of headcanons I wrote.

Trigger warning for abuse.

During the war, Megatron could only see the blinding promise of power. He craved it like it was the energon that flowed through his inner pipe-lines, but… admittedly, despite his never-ending rampage for his next fix for absolute control, he does have an inner weakness that he’d rather die than reveal to those that serve him: his S/O.

His S/O would struggle with this version of Megatron. He was undoubtedly ruthless, far more than any other version of Megatron, and this extends partially to them. He can be abusive, both physically and verbally, and depending on how his emotions festered within him that day dictates how bad it can get. It’s agonizing, oh painfully so. I would never blame S/O if they one day decide to abandon the cause, for any sliver of the Megatron they once knew was seemingly gone.

Oh but that wasn’t the case. Despite all the things he does, his spark mourns for the times before the war, before the Fallen had entered his processor and twisted his mind into shattered pieces. There will be times that his spark breaks through, temporarily silencing the raging thoughts that echoed inside his helm, and this is where he shows weakness. He knows all of the things he’s done and how he’s hurt his S/O, and so, his care is so tender, so genuine. His digits would grace over his S/O’s platings with the utmost care, even as they trembled violently - the emotions boiled within Megatron, oh Primus, what has he done to them?

During these soft moments, he orders the other Cons that he and his S/O are not to be disturbed, any sign of disobedience will be immediately punished with a torturous death.

His S/O would be pampered beyond belief while his spark shines through. He shows his love through acts of service, whatever they need him to do, Megatron would do it without any question or hesitation. The only thing he has slight reluctance to is cuddling. His body was mangled and mutilated into a twisted version of his previous self, sharpened blades and riddled with cracks of silver. It’ll take coaxing, but he’ll cave, and he’d melt if his S/O would give him words of affirmation - he needs it, he desperately does.

Whenever he falls back into his tyrannical mindset, it’s painfully hard to suddenly switch back to how it was before his spark broke control. He acts the same as how he was before, but it’s as though part of him has softened. Megatron’s processor despises this feeling and will take it to his late grave, but he feels strangely at peace, a sense of tranquility he never knew could feel so alluring amongst the calamity of war. It makes him feel weak, and he loathes it, wishing to rip apart his frame just to claw out this specific feeling. But he can’t, and now whenever he tries to be the ruthless tyrant towards his S/O, his inner workings shatter. He can’t reveal this weakness, no, he can’t, if he could barely handle himself causing pain to them, then how would he even handle the other Decepticons tormenting, torturing, or even killing his S/O?

No, he won’t let it happen. He would try his hardest to show how much he ‘hates’ his S/O, and that they were a fool to ever believe that things could go back the way it came. But he can feel the anguish brewing. How he so desperately wished things could go back to the way they were.

#transformers #x reader #reader insert #transformers 2007 #bayverse #maccadam #transformers megatron #megatron #megatron x reader #bayverse megatron #bayverse megatron x reader

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

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OKAYYY THATS GREAT :D

sooo this is coming straight from my daydreaming lmao, but like imagine daryl and reader have a father-daughter relationship EXCEPT they got separated a bit before Negan arrives (maybe she left at the same time as Carol and Morgan or idk) and when he goes to the Hilltop, not only does he find Carol, but he finds the reader too and it’s just like a cute family reunion????

༉‧₊˚. 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

― pairing: daryl dixon & teenage!reader (platonic)

― era: Season 7

― summary: after finding a new family, it was ripped away from you as fast as it came.

― warnings: mentions of the saviors, negan is his own warning, season 7 spoiler warning, guns, emotional reunions, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort.

― wc: 1490

⋆ a/n: it feels like i haven't written anything in so long omg, but i had this in my drafts and already halfway written, so i figured i'd just finish it and post it so you guys don't hungry LMFAO, even though this is another platonic!daryl fanfic.

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You were back to square one. You don’t remember the last time that you had seen your found family, or your caretaker, Daryl, not ever since the prison fell. You weren’t as lucky as the others that may have broken off into groups. You were all alone, forced to fend for yourself once again.

It felt like back in the beginning, when Daryl had found your makeshift camp, you had set up in an abandoned store, which led to him getting held at gunpoint by a child no older than thirteen.

“Aye kid, there ain’t no need for trouble.” The redneck said with his hands raised.

“You’re right, there doesn’t need to be,” You turned off the safety of the gun, keeping it steadily pointed up at his head. “So, get the fuck out of here.” Well, your foul mouth had certainly caught him off guard. He allowed his eyes to sweep along the empty shelves in front of him, taking in the decrepit conditions that he could only assume wasn’t a pleasant place to live in.

He had slowly begun to turn around and his gut was twisted at the sight of you. You had dirt and blood spattered all over your raggedy clothes that were tattered, littered throughout with sizeable holes. It didn’t matter that you had a gun pointed at him, there was something inside him – something fatherly – that wouldn’t allow him to leave a child behind, let alone someone as young as you.

“You alone?” He dared to ask. “What does it matter?” You bit back coldly. “I jus’ have a hard time believin’ you been alive this long without someone takin’ care of ya.” You scoffed, his seemingly demeaning question caused your finger to twitch against the gun, the trigger to be more precise. “Where are your parents?” There was something that passed in your eyes, equivalent to sadness, grief, and irritation.

“They’re dead.” You had forced yourself to say, even though deep inside of you, you were still coping with the fact that you had lost your parents just two months before now. There were so many things that you had to do on your own, like live alone and grow accustomed to being the one that used the gun, which was more your mother and father’s department.

“M'sorry to hear that.” He said sincerely, his voice softening. The random act of empathy caused the tension in your shoulders to release, but you still eyed him cautiously. “It doesn’t matter anymore, just get whatever you’re going to get and go.” You weren’t going to lie; your arms were starting to hurt. “I know this is going’ta sound strange, but I got a group; men, women, children, a pregnant woman.” Your eyebrows furrowed, “Who would be dumb enough to get pregnant during an apocalypse?” You couldn’t help but snort, “To me, that sounds like dead weight.”

“Ain’t all that bad. ‘Beats stayin’ in a place that smells like shit.” You laughed a bit at his words, which caused a grin to tug at the corner of his lips. “It does smell like shit.” You agreed.

There were a lot of things that you had grown to regret at such a young age but giving Daryl the benefit of the doubt was never one of them. You should’ve thanked him, you supposed, to have allowed you to have a second chance at life. It wasn’t about survival anymore, even after you found the prison, after Lori died, after you had to fight the Governor for it. It seemed like life was going well… a little too well.

You knew that the Governor was out there somewhere, just waiting to enact his revenge, but even as that fear constantly breathed down your neck, you couldn’t find it within yourself to dwell on it. Maybe you should’ve, maybe if you had, you would still have your family… your dad.

Yes, you knew Daryl wasn’t your dad, but he was damn near the closest thing you’ve had to one in a long time. He would always make sure you had a chance to be a kid, that he supplied you with whatever you wanted, either that be; comic books, actual books, board games, even going as far as to give you a fancy journal that you could “write all your teenager thoughts in or whatever.” You laughed at it then, but as you walked life alone once again, it became the only company you had, just you and your thoughts.

He would make sure that you had eaten, gotten enough sleep, helping you hunt and identify mushrooms and shit that you had laughed at then, which grew to be beneficial now. In a way, you felt like Daryl knew the Governor would strike once again, too.

Neither of you had never said you loved one another, but there was no need to verbalize it, not when his and your actions spoke louder than words.

You had lost count of the days sense then, but it may have been a year? Maybe a year and half since you had lost everything. Your body had shown signs of change, that your hair had grown longer, and you were taller, much more mature looking.

It wasn’t until you had met a man by the name of Morgan, who happened to stumble across you walking amongst the streets, not a clue of where you were going. That’s what your days had dwindled down too recently, just walking, not sure of where you were going as you fought off the deep sadness in your heart. He had told you of a settlement he knew of that he could take you, one that was practically a utopia, ruled by a man named King Ezekiel. You couldn’t believe it, but you didn’t have it in you to reject his request, just desperate to find a place to rest.

That’s when you found Carol, the woman living in a home a little while away. You had seen her walking out of what seemed to be an auditorium, even though it was referred to as Ezekiel’s throne room. You had practically thrown yourself onto the woman when you saw her, crumbling in her arms as she still tried to get over the shock of you being alive. She ran her fingers through your hair with tears in her eyes as she studied you; you looked so much older, she wasn’t going to lie and say that it hadn’t freaked her out a little bit.

She had given you a rundown about the things that were happening as she allowed you to hunker down in her home, saying that she didn’t quite trust the Kingdom just yet to have you staying in one of the houses there. You were told that the others were fine despite being under the new rule of a man named Negan who had killed Glenn and a man named Abraham. You were devastated to hear about Glenn, and what added icing on the shit cake you were being served, Daryl had been taken and no one knew if he was dead or alive. It was safe to say you tried to silence your cries as you rested on her couch, knowing that the woman was trying to sleep in the next room over.

Earlier the next day, Ezekiel had visited the both of you, much to the older woman’s irritation, so when another knock was delivered to the door, Carol sent you a look, one that told you that it was your turn to open the door.

Your breath stopped, your heart dropping as you felt your knees grow weak. There Daryl stood, looking absolutely broken and worn down, the bags under his eyes a lot more apparent than usual as his own eyes widened.

“_______?” He called out your name in disbelief. “Daryl!” You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder as you cried. “Where- how- why?” He stuttered through his words. “I- I’ve been on my own… but- how are you here? I thought Negan had taken you.” He shuddered at the reminder. “He did but I got out.”

You had all but dragged him inside where Carol shared a tearful embrace with him as well. Carol left for the kitchen to make the three of you dinner, knowing that Daryl was undoubtedly hungry after living in the conditions that he was in for the past few days.

You and Daryl were sitting on the couch, with your legs pulled up to your chest, your caregiver’s eyes locked on the fire that burned brightly.

“Can’t believe how grown ya are.” Daryl remarked next to you. “Remember when you were yea’high pointin’ a gun at my face.” You just snorted, “I’m not even going to lie, you look like shit.” You teased him back. He just scoffed and elbowed you light-heartedly.

“Thanks kid.” He said fondly, ruffling your hair.

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Kiseki: Dear To Me Live Blogging

I initially didn't add this to my watchlist despite hearing good things about it when it was airing (esp because I heard that it kinda fell apart plot-wise toward the end maybe? I don't remember) but people's talks about the side ship had piqued my interest, so I added it a few months later. I'm in the mood for something that has Things Going On other than just a sweet romance, so I hope this scratches that itch.

Pausing my I Will Knock You binge to start this instead

Ep 1 (May 14)

Mar 2023

agh, I have to log out of Viki to watch this because it detects my adblocker >:(( okay, i'm disabling and then enabling. i'm watching with the Viki comments on the side after a Long Time, I hope it's just kinda fun and isn't irritating or spoiler-y

hm, Chen Yi and Ai Di are the side characters, right?

reminds me of the History 3: Trapped side couple lol

I... just realized Bai Zongyi probably just got out of jail and that's why Ai Di had his address in a notebook or whatever and is telling him how to get home and such, right? I remember something about somebody getting out of jail but I thought it involved Ai Di pursuing some guy after he or the guy ? got out of jail.

Anyway, this makes me think we're gonna actually start from before he went to jail?

Ai Di being warned to stay away from Zongyi to not hurt him? And Zongyi has photo with a guy who I assume is his lover interest and I guess Zongyi was in prison for 4 years?

Nov 2018, ah

oh crazy, a bloody hand grabbing him outta nowhere, i would've screamed. reminds me of Long Time No See though

Zongyi studying to be a doctor maybe

lolll I think I may have seen this scene in an edit? Or in a different show? Where he's like help me or you'll be the murderer since the fingerprint is on the knife

hehe they're both so rude to each other <3 and also somewhat of an age diff? <3 and the older criminal (?) guy basically forcing Zongyi's hand by blackmailing him with the knife but Zongyi doesn't take to it kindly or easily <3

ah, Chen Yi and Ai Di were in the same gang? And I guess the guy who Zongyi found is same guy they're looking for? A'Ruei?

Fan Jheruei

Beg me... hah. and he does beg cutely, even though it's a joke/condescending

pls gangster Jheruei being a cat in Zongyi's mind?

scenes of desperation and blackmail being overlayed with some royalty-free cheery music lmfao

Jheruei going through all of Zongyi's stuff and also reminiscing about his own memories (Zongyi's family has high expectations for him while Ruei's does not?)

he's hiding from Zhang Teng who sold drugs under Yiyun Gang's name (are they Yiyun gang?)

Ruei knows math? but he couldn't show it outwardly before cuz he has to be worse than his brother?

I didn't realize this opposing gangster was from MODC lol

Ep 2 (May 14)

oh the other MODC guy is here too? damn. but they're not a couple here probably even though one's the gang leader and the other's in the gang?

pls Zongyi laying awake, afraid of Ruei trying to murder him while Ruei just adjusts his blanket. why is the scary gangster both cold and soft-hearted

domesticity between a college kid and a gangster who is forcibly hiding himself in this guy's home via blackmail so that he's not framed with a knife

Ai Di's torture via spice and then getting tied to the chair himself lol

wait it's a high school kid? ohh delicious age gap then

"dinner got cold" all the while he's taking the laundry in. gangster has decided to become a full-time househusband

lol Zongyi's got storm/rain trauma, rain really on these BL leads' necks

aw, it triggers his childhood abuse :(

aw that was done pretty well from both of them

okay Enough, we don't need a shower crying scene

not the "sleep with me (on the same bed)"

ah, cuddling

all;sdfj ?! huh?! Ruei with his sleep-addled brain def thought Zongyi was somebody else right, does that mean he's heartbroken?

damn, he's losing out on his scholarship over 1 late attendance? not even missing bruh, let it slide

oof an adult against a minor card. more than fair enough

perfunctory

girl, I thought Ruei was gonna try to find a way to properly apologize but he's just being rude and ordering Zongyi around, smh. you're the one who's in this kid's house and kissed him randomly, even if, I assume, accidentally

Ep 3 (May 14)

ah, I was waiting to see what Ai Di was looking at down there during the call

omg?! Ai Di is crazy, just driving like that, even if he knew that Chen Yi would take the man away from the front of the wheels

lol he actually punched him instead of doing the "gentlemanly" thing and faking out

they've made up now i suppose, cute

lion tattoo, is that for everybody in the gang or is Chen Yi this Boss guy's son or something

lmfao is this show a fucking Taiwanese BL reunion lmfao, Be Loved In House: I Do main couple make an appearance as part of the Yiyun gang

damn, the Boss got a gay relationship with his assistant (?) or whatever too, I guess. Are they from some BL too or nah?

but why is everybody making eye contact and watching that interaction lmfao, esp Chen Yi ? like Chen Yi and possibly Ai Di don't like the two of them being involved for some reason?

Also, I thought Chen Yi saw the Boss guy as his father figure but maybe he sees him as a crush on older man type thing? and that's why he doesn't like it?

Damn, what's up with this Boss and the other guy? deceived by his words for 20 years and this one being the last time?

True love?! girl we're halfway through episode 3

Ruei's family?

ah, so Chen Yi does like/has a crush on the Boss? Though I guess that's Ai Di's interpretation (similar to my thoughts via observation), so Boss could still be his brother/father/whatever and not a romantic crush

naurrrr Ruei being picked up and passing by Zongyi who had excitedly bought strawberry cake T.T

he left the money and a note and the knife (cleaned, no longer for blackmail purposes) and without a face-to-face goodbye owww

omg naurrr, not that reminding him of when his mother walked out on him

Disease! Elbow!

"My cat is missing" aw

The people said in the novel, the age different is 17 and 22 which I think is a good age gap if we're doing one of them is underage but still want a bit of an age gap. uncomfortable enough because as a 22 year old, 17 year olds are simply too young but not Too Uncomfortable the way it might be with an even bigger age gap.

Ep 4 (May 15)

Watching this in bed on my ipad, heh

mid Jan 2019, so it’s been ~1.5 months since he left

yaas Ai Di and Zongyi meeting

I read that Ai Di and Chen Yi were step-brothers in a tumblr post i reblogged so i knew this already but i wish i hadn’t bc finding this out randomly in the middle of watching like this would’ve been so fun and exciting

18 and 21, what a perfectly acceptable age gap, i’m glad they gave me step brothers bc idk why i thought before starting this show that the second couple has a big-ish age gap

February 2019

hello?!? Ruei substitute teacher?! when ppl mentioned teacher in preview from ep 3, i assumed they meant another cameo

lmfao what kinda gang are they that the principal of the school wants to let them infiltrate the school to catch another gang providing drugs to students lmfaoo

ah, hurt and pain as Ruei turns Zongyi away and tries to make him hate him on purpose

god Chen Yi manhandles Ai Di so much, i love it

the boss is Chen Yi’s Godfather along with his crush. this one could’ve been delicious too tbh but i like the current couple

bruh similar rescuing tho this time he’s just drunk not bleeding

ahhh Zongyi doesn’t want Ruei to leave and keeps coming up with excuses

Okay, I read the episode's on-air thread on r/boyslove but... why do some comments mention Ruei losing his memories? I'm not looking forward to the amnesia trope, agh.

Ep 5 (May 15)

lmfao this fall

omg Zongyi thinking Ai Di likes Ruei

lmfaoooo dying at the jealous hijinks

at least that's cleared up

why is this the approach the girl is taking lmao

lol this fight

lol this falling into Zongyi's arms in sleep

the viki comments have been annoying me this episode but somebody said you can telling this man (Ruei) is used to having company in bed and lmfao yepp

like WHY IS THE HAND GOING IN HIS JEANS BRUH

first a kiss not groping him, Ruei is actually a menace and a danger

Ai Di always being manhandled and thrown around by Chen Yi

cousin lol

why is the girl so annoying, we really have 1 female character who gets to speak more than 1 line and she's a terrible person like ok

he left his classroom just like that, who knows what's going on there now lmfao

oh Zongyi's being cute

Ep 6 (May 15)

aw Zongyi made the cake

mouth wiping

lmfao drink spit

okay i know he's about to get rejected based on what people said about previews for this ep, oof

lol this feels like I'm getting a little taste of the next drama I'm gonna watch (A Lesson in Love) where it's a young? female teacher with her high school student

anyway Ruei tells Ai Di that he can't control his feelings, so at least he's aware of them

brain pills? in this school that apparently has drugs being sold to the students? also this is reminding me that we're on ep 6 of a 13 ep show and Zongyi has to go to jail soon, I'm guessing?

Zongyi is quite mature in saying let's not meet then, maybe I'll get over my crush

The Fans? Ruei's family? Are they also a gang or what?

I don't care about the Boss and the other guy but I guess it's fun to see how it affects the chain of Chen Yi and Ai Di

aw, Zongyi stuffing his face with strawberry cream roll in sadness

damn, even Ai Di and then don't consider Ruei to be really part of the gang because he's afraid to die and doesn't do as much in the gang as Ai Di and Chen Yi do

so is somebody in the car watching them? We didn't get a reveal

pls not Ai Di insulting Chen Yi by saying he's impotent and his dick doesn't work and Chen Yi kissing him in anger?

Ai Di always taking jabs at Chen Yi for not being able to tell their boss about his crush but not telling him himself and now biting Chen Yi's lip till it bleeds to stop the kissing

I wonder how much Chen Yi knows about his feelings towards Ai Di and how much in denial he is

plsss the way I didn't even recognize Ai Di in the disguise

I am now seeing how these 2 could go to jail (as students who possessed drugs?)

In his usual getup, it feels like I don't really learn Ai Di's face because my eyes are more drawn to the other more colourful aspects but now, I can kinda see his face and acting more? idk if this makes any sense

Ruei running off in the heavy rain to get to Zongyi? Who could've guessed?

i love this wound-tending scene a lot because it's like Zongyi calling Ruei by his full name and telling him to leave and not make him like him anymore vs Ruei telling Zongyi to shut up and physically manhandling him and tending to his wound. it's a good push and pull scene with great tension

agh will they actually kiss? idek

Ep 7 (May 15)

I love how it transitions from eager Ruei pulling Zongyi to the wound tending while Zongyi resists -> eager Zongyi going for a kiss while Ruei resists, not that he resists for too long, it's like a slight push and then he's kissing back

i loveeee a younger top character

omg shirts off? Ruei you're going quite far with your underage lover!

"Wait. Do you know how to do it?" Guttural scream.

"Yes, I checked it on the internet after I fell in love with you." "Naughty boy." hah. crazy.

long ass sex scene

but I actually really liked it, esp after Only Friends where I skipped almost all the sex scenes (except SandRay's lol). idk like it wasn't a Super Sweet scene, it was still meant to be pretty hot and attractive but it was slow which I think is something quite important to me lol i dislike watching sex scenes that feel too erratic in the name of passion. anyway, this was a pleasant surprise because I think I've heard more about the side ship for this show

omg are they insinuating that Zongyi was too rough or something?

pinky promise to get better at sex i'm gonna scream overly eager inexperienced virgin top, my most beloved trope

a few viki comments surprised that Zongyi topped like no way you're surprised at this? I realized in like ep 1 and it did raise my eyebrows a bit because i thought yknow the gangster but the BL tropes are pretty aligned for top Zongyi/bottom Ruei

oh fun Zongyi purchased anti-inflammatory cream for ig Ruei's back pain or whatever, he cares and is cute

i don't like this kiss scene though it's more edited

his father and sister here at this ill-opportune time, pls

not them all going to Ruei's house

anyway, wild that he left Zongyi initially because knowing them could put him in danger and now he's bringing the whole family over to his place lol

not the younger sister trying to steal her brother's man lmfao anyway I can't even laugh at her proposition because she's 16 because this man fucked a 17 year old

I'm kinda worried the dad's gonna find out or something

he's an illegitimate son of the Fan family

idk why this trauma sharing scene isn't really hitting for me like it feels somewhat artificial? or maybe it's because i'm nervous the dad is gonna suddenly appear

oof the MODC characters. if i was more of a fan of them, i would've been losing my mind and been devastated (Edit: okay apparently mans was saying it to somebody who's not the onscreen partner)

okayyyyy the sister did indeed see

but she's smiling so it's hopefully fine idk

okay indeed those brain pills are drugs

i really thought the drugs would be how they end up in jail, girl we're nearing the end of ep 7 when will they go to jail and when will they come outtttt

but damn, the drugs thing got settled off-screen? no way, right? Too fast and easy

Ai Di third wheeling

Zongyi holding down Ruei's hands above his head oof he would not be able to overpower Ruei's built ass but it's a fun pretense

Little Red Riding Hood Ai Di

spinning into Chen Yi's arms while in his little fit plsss hilarious

Fave Scene: The kissing and allusion to sex scene at the of the ep

Some more explanation about the scene because the translations could use some work

Man, people on the on-air thread were being said after watching ep 8 bc it apparently leaked early... would people gif it and would I be spoiled for it if I looked for ep 7 gifs rn? hmmm ig I'll take the chance lol

Ep 8 (May 16)

I think this is the episode where Ruei loses his memories maybe? But I also got spoiled last night that apparently Ruei's just pretending lol

so that's a fun/friendly pic of Zhang Teng and Ruei together... they're not the Fan family, right? like Zhang Teng isn't the young brother mans? bc he seems too random guy, not important enough to be the Fan family heir

lesbian marriage!!!!!!

gay husbands and lesbian wives saying hi to each other lmfao

but it's also so on the nose, you guys justtt started dating lmfao and i don't think Zongyi can even get married yet? lmfao

ohhh I see, May 2019, Taiwan legalized same-sex marriage, that's why they're showcasing this

kissing in public on the busy streets, feels like it never happens in BLs for obvious reasons but it's nice

okay Zhang Teng isn't related to the Fan family probably because Ai Di and Chen Yi are learning about his family's history

damn, we're just being dropping into Zongyi and Ruei being chased?

oh lol they weren't friends even in that photo and they had different bosses then too

Why does it lowkey seem like Zhang Teng had a crush on Ruei or something lmfao

Ruei injured and Zongyi's dad injured at the same time, damn

boss gonna offer him money for his dad? in exchange of...

damn, Ruei straight up killed Zhang Teng

omg, they want Zongyi to take the fall for killing Zhang Teng :0 in exchange for his dad's heart transplant, crazy

biting finger

they're so speedy with it, talking about thinking of the bite mark as a ring lol

damn, that's it, straight to jail. 4 years for murder is quite small but maybe they played the minor card + self-defence?

girl what, somebody was waiting in the jail cell with a chair to hit Zongyi? lmfao is this how we get the possibly double amnesia pls

Okay, there's a bonus ep for this or something but I kinda just skimmed it. it kinda seems like it would've been useful info for the show tbh because it gives more info on wtf was going on with Zhang Teng and Ruei's interactions with him but oh well. The MODC actors in the last scene with one of them dying tho, oof

Anyway, the relationship was going really fast in the past 2 eps (legit like 1.5 eps) and they're so committed considering they've barely started dating and how young Zongyi is. And also, the Zhang Teng or gang stuff really isn't well-defined to me and the stuff that happened this ep was quick without understanding anything, though Ig you get some background in the bonus ep but why is it not in the main story? Anyway, idk, I'm not looking forward to amnesia, fake or not. I'm hoping to more Ai Di and Chen Yi too.

Ep 9 (May 16)

Ruei amnesia

not him (the younger heir?) throwing Zongyi's admission letter away

Ai Di/Chen Yi drunk kissing (well Ai Di's not drunk)

Ai Di grasping Chen Yi by the throat

don't suddenly say "we are brothers" in the middle of taking clothes off please

fade to black

"What did I do? You're gonna kill me when you wake up" after having sex with their drunk love interest, really is very top/seme-coded of Ai Di + the dressed and up Ai Di parallels top Zongyi while undressed in bed Chen Yi parallels Ruei but people didn't yet know that Ai Di tops, right?

damn, Fan family doing too much, why'd they wanna injure Zongyi when mans already took the fall for their Ruei bruh. so that's why Ai Di goes in, to protect him

and 4 years pass just like that

even more into the Chen Yi manhandling Ai Di this time around

damn, Ai Di negotiated with the Boss to leave the gang if he went to prison 4 years ago

Chen Yi preparing spicy ass food for Ai Di's welcome home meal, my food as love language ahhhh

Ai Di aghhh so callous in order to hide his feelings. "You can do it to me and we're even" and the taunting

okay I guess we're not doing the double amnesia thing, nice, at least I have that.

Zongyi's dad asking it Ruei's contacted him and hearing that he's lost his memory

oof, Zongyi has so much faith while his father has none about Ruei coming back for Zongyi

oh, Zongyi's brain damage causes short-term memory loss... that's the amnesia aspect for him

Ai Di's blond again heh

I loved all the Ai Di/Chen Yi this ep, hope we get loads of them in the 4 eps left pls pls pls pls pls

ah, I hadn't noticed Ai Di's tear falling on Chen Yi's face omg </3

Also, I don't tend to watch the Behinds but this ep's one gave some good info like Chen Yi at first didn't know it was Ai Di (which I got based on him shushing Ai Di and saying Ai Di's gonna be mad if he hears) but thought he realized soon after but apparently Chen Yi didn't know it was Ai Di until the tears came down. And the heart-wrenching emotions Ai Di's going through because he knows it's the first time they're doing this but it's also the last time and they're not gonna meet again

Fave Scene: The Ai Di/Chen Yi scene. I wasn't as into the sexiness of it like the Zongyi/Ruei one. This one was more about the psychological warfare, drunk Chen Yi, their emotions and confusion, the tears, Ai Di topping (off-screen), Ai Di's hands around Chen Yi's throat a few times, etc. the devastation of it all when Ai Di pretends it was all nothing.

Ep 10 (May 16)

Until last episode, I was more into the main couple despite liking Ai Di and Chen Yi's storyline as well. But now, suddenly idc about the main couple, I just want my Ai Di/Chen Yi.

Also, does this show have plot... what is actually happening and why?

oh baker Zongyi

is that Plus and Minus side couple? laundromat owner?? bar worker???? did one of them have a child??

oof, Ai Di thwarting Chen Yi's move to kiss

Chen Yi's not letting up ahh

damn, I thought Ruei came or something, why'd they shoot it like that before moving away before?

omg their meeting

but also Ruei's strength omg, he's having to pretend that he doesn't know Zongyi and that it doesn't do anything for him after 4 years of not seeing him

now why'd that guy guide Ruei by his waist and make Zongyi thing they're dating >:(

hehehehhe more Ai Di/Chen Yi to come

Chen Yi princess carrying Ai Di and the situation being startling that Ai Di doesn't start complaining until a few seconds in

aghhh Ai Di resisting but Chen Yi being like I know you enough to know you pick your fingers when you lie <33 dubcon/coersion <33

Ai Di escaping but telling Chen Yi to get a doctor to treat his wound before running away, heh

ah, so the other guy knew that Ruei's faking it. and Ruei outside Zongyi's house T.T

who is this? is this the female friend among their high school trio?

a cat :D

Ai Di bothering Zongyi and wanting him to say/confirm that he also thinks Chen Yi likes Ai Di lmfao

ah, the guy told Zongyi that Ruei's amnesia is fake

3 more eps left

Ep 11 (May 16)

I get Zongyi's father's disapproval after everything but Zongyi' now 21, no longer 17, and also has been to literal prison for 4 years, I believe he can think and make his own choices

they're meeting again

damn, Ruei remember the exact number of days they've been apart: 1573 days

I really like how often and how casual Zongyi and Ruei kiss, I'm always on my beloved casual pecks agenda

lmfaooo Chen Yi sending Ai Di a pillow with his face on it + his autograph, he's hilarious

akl;sdfjl;kadjfs Chen Yi wasn't taunting Ai Di, he was trying to make a genuine gesture, he literally gave to Ai Di what their other gangster lackey friend gave to his girlfriend. also lmfao the gf wanting a life-sized one, i'm sure she's having fun with it

the Fan grandfather coming to visit Zongyi's cafe...

Zongyi making an enemy out of the grandfather, would he do something...

damn, the friend knew her high school friend was fucking the substitute teacher and was just like lol yeah cute. fine in this series but that's crazy to not have any concerns lol

no but what is the girl hiding, I hope she's not evil too?! That'll be 2 high school female classmates who are evil and only Zongyi's sister will a regular good female character

I lowkey don't care that much about Ruei's place in the Fan family, where the hell is my Ai Di/Chen Yi scene?

is that Ai Di with his knife to Chen Yi's throat or somebody else?

Ep 12 (May 17)

girl it’s 1:30am and im sleepy as hell in bed but i wanna watch ai do and chen yi so i’m on my ipad now

i feel bad wanting chen yi ai di scenes because zongyi/ruei are literally cute and likeable

excited Ai Di at the knife gift before getting mad

omgggg Chen Yi finally going to celebrate their birthday together when Ai Di was at prison

the dog tag?

oh, Ai Di’s bday presents for Chen Yi

hah… nice…

I went to sleep after the Ai Di/Chen Yi thing and also didn't type much because I was too busy watching lol

okay lemme rewatch that part again, including the convo beforehand

this feels like another cameo

what is up with the classmate aghhhh is this gonna be the ep 13 conflict or whatever

happy Ai Di swinging his sleeves around every which way heh

GIRL WHAT?!?! A GUN?! this is vegaspete-esque

oh the cameo was Plus and Minus main cp? girl the way i didn't even recognize them despite being like hm one guy seems kinda familiar, goes to show how much i didn't gaf. at least i recognized the 2nd couple during their cameo lol but that was 100% because of the long-haired guy

Ep 13 (May 17)

Just a 30-minute episode left but I was pretty busy today, so I'm finally getting to it toward the evening. I still haven't watched the part where Ai Di says so what if I'm short? or something like that which I saw in a tiktok, so I hope it's in this ep? hehe

Boss sent somebody to shoot Chen Yi? be serious

I literally do not give a fuck about this conversation or boss and his guy, show me Chen Yi and Ai Di together right nowwwwww. girl i'm skipping through this old man romance convo bc unfortunately i don't care despite it being a trope i feel like i would like

Ai Di loveeeees to grab Chen Yi's throat <3

heh, i see the short comment came from here. i'm so :( they're so good man

ah, the girl

stabbing

ah, Zhang Teng was talking to his sister that time

I mean she's right "You dare to do it but not bear the consequences. You're a bastard" which I can't argue with lol but Zhang Teng was a fucker so oh well

i'm pretty sure he doesn't die because i would've heard about another MODC scenario lol

Ai Di in a new collar, yay !

Aw, I actually do like Zongyi/Ruei, it's just that Ai Di/Chen Yi are crazy so I'm more drawn to them

Ai Di in the collar and Chen Yi with the dog tag Ai Di gifted him idk why it makes me feel fucking insane

Ai Di being like you must let me die first because I'll go crazy. you however are more normal so if I were to die first, you'll get through it.

omg I wrote some stuff on my phone here but it was also open on my laptop and so it overrode and i lost it all D: let me try to remember what I wrote

had to watch this last part on my ipad

Zongyi bringing Ruei to his home and the acceptance of his father was very sweet and endearing

I fucking love ChenAi scenes, my toes curl every time I watch them make out lol and I watch their scenes like this -> :)

they both have pillows with their bodes waist-up

last scene of the show pre-credits is ChenAi, interesting

aw, proposal and engagement for Zongyi/Ruei followed by kitchen makeout heh

Overall:

The thing with these crime/mafia BLs is that often they literally have no plot. I think Manner of Death is probably the most coherent though it's more cop-show than crime show and then History 3: Trapped. But most stuff like KinnPorsche, Never Let Me Go, Pit Babe, etc. don't have a coherent plot or just focuses on the drama rather than actual plot and this show is also like that. The thing about this is that it doesn't even bother establishing anything, like okay at least Pit Babe has clear outline like Tony has child trafficking ring, we should stop this trafficking ring, and a bunch of stuff happens. Here, what even is going on? something with Zhang Teng... but the gangs and the families and the crimes are all so vague and out of sight, it's mostly just about the relationships among the backdrop.

I don't know what to rate this because the plot and storyline do not feel coherent or engaging, but I really enjoyed the characters and the couples, specifically Zongyi/Ruei in the first half and Ai Di/Chen Yi in the second half. The couples also have some fun tropes that I like (age gap with the younger guy being overly eager, the ChenAi dynamic esp the part where they both manhandle each other so much) and Ai Di is a menace, which is always enjoyable. Is it enough for the show to introduce a criminal and crime-life element but not explain or expand on it at all? I don't necessarily think so, but honestly, if I'm plagued by the couples or feel the need to rewatch certain parts, I'll increase the rating.

Might also increase the rating if I end up writing ChenAi fic because the ship feels like it should fuel my fic-writing but since it wrapped up so nicely, I don't really feel the itch to write something more. Also, I love how Chen Yi would be manhandling and carrying Ai Di around while Ai Di's often wrapping his hand around Chen Yi's neck and being sadistic lol (including the second time Ai Di had Chen Yi tied to the chair and with a bloody lip and was grasping him by the chin, ahh)

Rating: 6/10

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This is a Javier Peña and Harry Styles (again lol) short story for all my fellow Pedro Pascal lovers 💕 This one isn’t gonna be as sweet as the Joel one. Y/N’s life kinda sucks lmfao. I will be posting the trigger warnings since some of the content is sensitive! This was a story suggestion by my best friend who doesn’t have a tumblr otherwise I’d tag her lol. BUT I will be coming out with another Joel story after this one so, feel free to follow me if you’d like to read that when it comes out!

As always, enjoy ❤️

Part two is here

Part three is here

Final part is here

Part One

18+ only

Tw: prostitution, abusive father, mention of drugs, mention of death, extreme violence, guns, murder, abuse in general, mention of sexual assault, implied smut (there’s gonna be a lot of this, she’s a prostitute 😬)

I’d also like to quickly say that I’ll never ever write sexual assault into my stories. It’s just a topic that is too sensitive for me, and for many others out there. There are mentions of it because men are sick and twisted in this world, but I will never describe it happening, or have it happen to y/n. Just a heads up on that ❤️ Anyway, onto the story to escape reality…

4,200 words

There's nothing that I love more than the scenery of Columbia; the beaches, mountains, forests. For the last few months that I've lived here with my father, I've always felt melancholy about the fact that I wasn't born in this beautiful country.

The move was a necessary change in order for my dad to be more successful with his business ventures. I despise the man, but he's filthy rich due to running with the narcos of Medellin. Of course he's never given me anything from his wealth, and instead has pawned me off to be a prostitute for extra income.

I tried my best to fight him on it, but to no avail. You can't argue with a powerful, dangerous man like him. All it does is get me badly beaten. He doesn't like to hit me often since it's bad for business, as he likes to say. Men don't generally like to sleep with women who are all battered and bruised. They think I'll carry some sort of emotional baggage and try to cling to them for security.

Truthfully, I'm very numb to all of it; the beatings, the sex, the disgusting clients, everything. There's no point in me feeling bad for myself. After all, I'm still the daughter of an important drug dealer who works for the drug dealer of Colombia, Pablo Escobar. Nobody would dare to hurt me, since it could possibly end up with them "disappearing". I don't think my father would ever kill someone for my sake, though. But I know he has for his.

It's been a difficult transition since I know hardly any Spanish, and that is the only language anyone speaks here. There's been countless encounters where I've been left feeling imbecilic and witless. My father never bothered to teach me the language, but hired his own personal tutor in order to better conduct business. This way, nobody will be able to talk about anything right in front of his face without him being able to understand. He never wants to be made a fool of.

The house my father lives in is incredibly opulent and pristine. It's just outside of Medellin, sitting on an emerald hill overlooking a vast crystal blue lake that shines brilliantly in the sun. Anytime I'm there for a visit, it makes me wish I lived in that damned mansion. Instead, I have to live in a shitty apartment in the more run-down side of town.

My place is close to one of the whorehouses where I like to sometimes find clients. Usually, I'll dress nicely with a provocative touch and head to a bar, fishing for men whose eyes linger on my breasts. The proposition I set is only said with my body, and once the man understands that I can't speak Spanish, not much else needs to be said, anyway. I'll say my price before we leave, choosing a number I'm comfortable with charging and pronouncing.

I have yet to find someone who refuses to pay, or is unnecessarily rough. It's a relief, because that was one of my biggest concerns going into this. My dad doesn't think that my job has any danger, but he also couldn't give two shits about me, it seems.

There's a slight sense of giddy elation that courses through me, knowing that I'm able to take the day to myself. All I want to do is go to the clinic to do my weekly health check, and then to my father's lakeside house to bask in the sun while he's away for a while today.

He always has to be made aware of my company, just in case he were conducting business and I startled one of his ruthless peers. They all know what I look like, and a few have even solicited sex from me before, but I'd rather be cautious about it than get shot for showing up unannounced.

Once the clinic gives me yet another clean bill of health, I go on my way to my dad's mansion. The warm air whips my hair around the car from the open windows, allowing me to breathe in the crisp feeling of summer. It trails goosebumps of satisfaction along my skin, a smile splitting my face as I giggle lightly to myself.

There aren't many moments when I'm truly happy, but being alone on the drive to my dad's is definitely one of them.

To my dismay, my father is home, his smooth, lavish car parked at the top of his gated cobblestone driveway. He was supposed to be out all day, but I'm sure he'll explain why he's here so early.

I step out of my run-down sedan, closing the creaking, rusted door shut with a slight slam. My breathing is a bit more shaky as I approach the front door, not really wanting to face my dad today. He knew I was coming, though, so he shouldn't be mad, right?

The living room is relatively quiet as I enter, being greeted by one of the maids in the foyer.

"Dad?" I call out, hoping he doesn't answer me.

His raised voice echoes through the halls, my high heels taking me clicking down the marbled pathway, the walls are so tall it feels like they could swallow me whole at any moment. There's some profane Spanish coming from my dad's office, and I inwardly kick myself as I push the ajar door to it open slowly, not knowing if he's going to scream at me for this.

He has his front turned towards the countless amount of books that he never touches, an obvious strain in his irate tone. The large, gray mobile phone is pressed to his ear, the antennae shining silver above his head by several inches.

My eyes widen as he turns to me, my body immediately cowering in fear as he takes in my presence. He ends the call, gripping the phone so tightly in his fist, I'm worried he'll crack it.

"Hey, y/n," he says quickly. "What have I said about being in here when I'm on calls?"

"I'm sorry," I stammer. "I just wanted you to know that I was here. I'm sorry," I apologize again. All I ever do is apologize to this man when really I want to punch him.

He holds up a large, murderous hand, shaking it side to side. "It's fine," he snaps. "You do what you have to, I don't care. Just leave me be. Got it?"

Without his eyes meeting mine for even a second, I nod, scurrying down the halls as fast as I can without breaking an ankle in my heels. I'm once again greeted by the warmth of the air and sun, surprisingly able to breathe better out here than I was inside.

"You're here," a British voice says beside me.

My head turns to see the charming, dashing Harry, my father's right hand man. "Oh, hi, Harry." I spot the gun sticking out of his belt, making me swallow hard.

He stuffs his ring-clad fingers into his powder blue suit pockets, a small smile settled onto his pink lips. "What are you doing here today?"

I point to the lake over the hill. "Gonna sun tan for a while. Need to not look so—gringa."

Harry chuckles lightly. "I think your skin is perfect as it is."

His words make my cheeks feel hot, and I turn my face away briefly. "Thank you."

"How's business? Anybody need correcting, darling?" he asks with a hint on concern.

I've only known Harry for about a month, and he's been nothing but lovely since I met him. He's always had a bit of protectiveness towards me and I'm not sure why. We've done nothing but have conversations with each other, and he worships my father, a man who seemingly can't stand me. Maybe he feels like he needs to protect me just because he's obsessed with my dad. That reminder always turns me off to him, even if his dreamy looks and refreshing accent do the exact opposite.

"No," I shake my head. "Not everybody knows who I am, but those that do are very—respectful."

"If there's ever a time when somebody isn't," he lifts his suit jacket to flash the grip of his pistol, "you'll tell me, yeah?"

"Yes," I nod. "Thank you."

Harry tosses me a dimply grin, his teeth neat and white. "No need to thank me, y/n. You should always be respected."

I go to tell him that I'm respected by everyone except for my father, but I refrain. Do I think Harry would ever hurt me? Probably not. But that one percent of uncertainty is enough for me to keep my mouth shut.

When I'm settled near the lake, I strip off my dress, kicking my heels to the side shortly after. Being laid out in only my matching black bra and thong with the sun licking my skin is more euphoric than any sex I've had in Colombia.

The men haven't really interested me in the slightest. Of course there's been the few attractive ones who have approached me, but even if it feels good, it's not often that I'm pushed past that delicious precipice. I've yet to have a client who cared about my pleasure, but they're not paying for mine. They're paying for theirs and theirs alone.

My eyes are closed as I relax my shoulders into the grass, allowing my body to be consumed by the intense rays. Being here with nothing but the sound of nature puts me so much at ease that I sometimes fall asleep. The birds that sing their songs proudly above are all giving me unique, individual lullabies, and I love every single one.

The distant sound of shouting makes me sit up, looking up towards the house for any indication on what could be happening. I abandon my dress and heels, my pulse immediately rising from the anticipation of what is unfolding at the top of the hill.

My body freezes as I see several men on their knees in front of my father with Harry standing beside him. He has his pistol tucked underneath both of his hands that are crossed over his front. My dad has his large pistol pointed at one of the men's heads.

Even if I spoke Spanish, there's no way I'd be able to tell what they're saying. They're too far away. I do my best to stay out of sight as I move in closer, creeping behind a shrub that lines the pool, giving it a green privacy gate.

I jump involuntarily at the sound of a single bullet being emptied from the chamber, one of the men falling back into a puddle of his own blood and brain matter.

My sweaty palm flings to my mouth, tears unable to escape from the shock I feel in my body. Of course I know that my father kills people, but I've never actually seen him do it.

He presses the barrel to the next man's forehead who is speaking with a trembling voice to my cold-faced dad. It's eerie how he has no empathy or emotion, only wrath and strategy. I've been convinced that he's a psychopath since I was a kid, but now I truly believe it.

There were nights before my mom died that they'd argue, and he'd slap her around like he does to me. It always made me furious, but what the hell is a kid supposed to do in that situation? The only thing I could do was imagine I was somewhere else that was far away, like a tropical island.

But here I reside in a tropical land, not at all living the way I'd imagine when I was a child. This is hell simply being disguised by pretty packaging and a sparkly bow.

The next man falls back after a shot, the third one not even being interrogated before my father shoots him dead, tucking his gun into the back waistband of his pants. A few men begin to get to work moving the bodies as my dad walks away, Harry looking down at them.

He shifts as if he's thinking, his own gun being wedged between his hip and his pants. I fall to my bare knees onto the soft blades of grass, curling up behind the bush as I hold myself tightly, still not having shed a single tear. Why can't I cry for the dead? Am I as psychotic as my father?

As I stand to walk away back towards my things at the bottom of the hill, a voice stops me in my tracks, my body freezing in place as if Medusa herself has turned me to stone.

"Y/n?" Harry comes into my view. "What are you doing up here?"

Panic. The only thing I can do right now is panic.

"Please don't hurt me," my voice wavers. "I'm sorry."

His green eyes soften, his hands stretching out towards me. His palms graze my arms, my eyes squeezing shut from fear. "Hey, I'd never hurt you. Look at me," he says gently.

Reluctantly, my eyes flip up to his, meeting his delicate gaze. "I heard yelling so I came up here. I didn't mean to see anything."

"Shh," he coos calmly. "Let me walk you back down to the lake."

With reluctant, frozen feet, I begin to tread down the hill with Harry's hand gingerly gripping the crease of my arm. I'm not sure why I feel so terrified of him right now. He's obviously killed people before, too, but I'm just the most concerned about him killing me. What if he tells my father that I was snooping? I don't know what he'd do to me.

My dress and heels lay lifeless beside the lake, my eyes fixed on them instead of the tall man beside me.

"Please don't tell my dad," I plead quietly. "I don't know what he'd do to me, Harry."

Harry tilts my chin up, giving me a comforting smile. "I never saw you, darling."

"Who were they?" I ask softly.

"Rats," he answers firmly with a furrowed brow. "They were giving information to the DEA that just got into the country. You know it's serious if America is getting involved."

I swallow the lump in my throat. "Will you be caught?"

"Not if we're smart."

"Okay." My arms wrap around my midsection. "Thank you for your discretion."

Harry chuckles, nodding. "I'll always protect you."

My brows furrow. "Even against my father?"

He stands gazing at me for a moment before letting out a small sigh. "It depends on the circumstances."

Fuck, that's disappointing.

"Right," I nod, picking up my dress. "I think I'm gonna head out. I've had enough of the cartel for today."

Harry grazes my face with the side of his finger, the cool metal of his ring electrifying me. "Please know that I want to protect you from everybody, including your dad. It's just in certain situations, my hands would be tied."

"Like if I was a rat?"

He nods. "Exactly. I'd lose my head too if I protected you."

"I'd never do that, though. I know better."

Harry leans in and presses a delicate peck to my cheek. "I know, darling. You're too lovely."

"Why are you so nice to me?"

He beams, stroking my hair and tucking it behind my ear. "I like you, y/n. You're fucking beautiful and incredibly bright. I love any time that we talk."

Butterflies settle into the pit of my stomach, making my face turn hot. "And you don't care that I'm a prostitute?"

Harry shakes his head. "You didn't ask to be one in the first place."

I sigh as I sit down beside the lake, looking at the glimmering water. "I begged not to be, but he just—"

Harry rests beside me, tossing his arm around my shoulders. "I know. I'm sorry I can't protect you in those moments, either."

"I'm used to not having protection, Harry. It's fine."

He sighs, gently easing my head to rest on his shoulder as we both gaze at the water. My body relaxes in his embrace, my face turning to nuzzle into the crook of his neck. Harry lifts my head up by my chin, quickly and suddenly capturing my lips against his, making me gasp in my throat.

It's not at all that I'm opposed to this, but rather it was extremely unexpected.

"What are you doing?" I ask, his hands on my waist.

He pulls away, his eyes having darkened. "Do you want me to stop?"

With a small smirk I shake my head, pushing my head forward for more of his delectable lips.

We lay on the field naked and breathless, my legs shaky and weak from my orgasm, and my body glistening with sweat just like Harry's. I had no idea that today would turn out like this, but I can't say that I'm disappointed.

I gaze up at him from his tattooed chest, his golden cross necklace buried in his sprinkling of chest hair. He peers down at me, smiling as he pulls me up for another sweet kiss.

"I have to go," he says softly. "He'll be wondering where I went."

"Okay," I answer quietly, sitting up.

Harry slides on his briefs and pants, handing me my things with a gentle grin. "Let me walk you to your car."

Once we're both fully dressed, we make our way up the hill, Harry's hand in mine the whole way. He's being rather romantic about it which is not at all something I'm used to. And he actually made me have an orgasm, another thing that isn't ever achieved for me.

He pulls me in for a swift kiss, his hand at the small of my back as I giggle, my fingers twisting into his soft brown curls.

"Oh," he says quickly as if remembering something. Harry pulls out his wallet and hands me a thousand dollars all splayed out, a bashful smile on his face. "I don't want to take advantage of you, y/n. Please take it."

"That's way too much, Harry. And also, clients don't ever make me orgasm."

He chuckles, pulling me in for another kiss. "Consider me the best client, then."

Reluctantly, I take the money, shaking my head. "This is the most I've ever been paid for one session."

"God, I'd give you more if you wouldn't make fun of me."

I laugh, shaking my head. "You're sweet. You didn't have to pay me."

He pulls my hand up to his lips, kissing my knuckles. "I wanted to."

With one last glance to the handsome British man, I get into my car, Harry giving me a small wave as I drive away, his figure disappearing in my rear view mirror.

The encounter with him has left me feeling giddy and excited. Not only was he thoughtful towards me, but also just thoroughly romantic the entire time. I wasn't expecting Harry to ever become a client, but god, I'll look forward to the next time that I see him.

Later on, I decide to head to a bar near my house, just wanting to get a couple of drinks in my system for the night. I'm definitely not interested in anybody soliciting me since it's my day off, and I'm hoping nobody does.

I'm perched on a barstool, ordering myself a drink by only saying the names of the alcohols since I don't know how to make it more complex of a request. I've had to acquire the taste of neat tequila and vodka, which now I don't mind. The buzz comes on fast and it doesn't require me to know any Spanish of any kind.

A man sits beside me, saying something in Spanish to which I ignore, pretending as if he's not talking to me.

Then, in perfect English, he says, "No Spanish then, huh?"

With surprise and shock fixed onto my face, I turn to look at the man beside me. He has tanned skin and soft brown eyes with a dashing smile that sports a black mustache above it. His hair is also a slightly shaggy, shiny black that is flipped to the middle of his forehead. He's truly very attractive, but I really wanted to take the night off.

"No," I laugh slightly. "Hardly any."

The man chuckles as he sips his drink, a lit cigarette in the other hand. "Then what are you doing in a Spanish-speaking country?"

I wiggle in my seat, not wanting to give him any information about myself. "I could ask the same thing about you. You don't sound like you're from here."

"I'm not," he beams. "I was born in Chile, but then moved to America shortly after."

"And what are you doing in Colombia?" I ask with my head propped up on my hand.

"Vacation. I'm here with a few friends."

My head turns around to scan the bar. "Are they here now?"

"No, they're at their hotels with their wives."

"And you don't have a wife?" I laugh.

"No. It's hard to with my job."

My brows raise. "Oh, yeah? And what exactly is your job?"

"Would you be impressed if I told you I'm a pilot?" he chuckles with an arched black brow.

"Very," I giggle, "but only if that's the truth."

"And why would I lie?" he asks as he leans in, his voice low.

"Fine, Mr. Pilot. You wouldn't mind paying for my drinks then, would you?"

"Not in the slightest."

I giggle, shaking his hand as I stand off my barstool. "Then you have a good night."

With a victorious smile on my face, I leave the bar, making my way back to my apartment that isn't too far away. I thought it'd be better to walk rather than drive in case I drink too much, which in this case I haven't. Maybe a little tipsy, sure, but not enough to be impaired while driving.

There's a brief moment where I think I hear someone behind me, but I turn and nobody is there, making me shrug it off. I come up to the next alleyway, instinctively turning to look down it to find it empty. Perhaps it's the alcohol or the unsettled feeling that nighttime gives me, but I can't help but feel like I'm being followed.

I make it back to my apartment safely, climbing up the stairs in the building with groans of disapproval, my feet aching from my heels. At my door, I push the key in, being greeted by my shitty apartment that still somehow envelops me with a sense of comfort.

Even though it's a rather run-down section of town, and a less than adequate building, I still feel the most at ease here.

My tight dress slides off my body with a gentle tug, slipping on a nightgown before I tuck myself into bed. My mind flicks back to Harry being thrust inside of me, and his beautiful face twisted with pleasure. It causes me to clench around nothing just from the memory of him, and I know that he's going to be my new addiction.

As I shut my eyes, there's a knock on my apartment door to which I groan. Who the hell is here this late at night? With a wobbly, tired and tipsy walk to my front door, I pull it open, a man bursting inside suddenly.

"What the fuck?" I ask, watching as I can now make out the man to be one of my father's associates, José. "What are you doing here?"

"We were raided," he says with his back turned to me, holding several keys of cocaine in his arms. "I'm hiding this here."

"What? No the fuck you're not!" I shout.

José pulls his gun out and draws it on me, making my hands fly up immediately. "How about you shut your stupid bitch mouth and listen to me?"

"I'm gonna tell my dad—"

He scoffs, stuffing the cocaine beneath my couch cushions. "Who do you think cleared me to come here? Ever think that maybe your dad just doesn't give a shit about you?"

My emotions are once again held at bay. Why the fuck can't I cry?

"Just please hurry up and get out."

He finishes hiding the rest of the powder, finally lowering his gun. "You're lucky I don't fuck you right here for being such a bitch."

I swallow, my eyes staying on the floor as I decide to not answer him.

"Don't act like you wouldn't love it," he laughs. "It's your job to be a whore." José gives me a rough smack across my face, making me fall to the floor as I grip it. "Be happy that's all I'm doing before I leave." He slams my apartment door.

For a bit after he leaves, I'm sat against my living room wall gripping my cheek that throbs with a stinging pain. This isn't a feeling I'm unfamiliar with. The burn in my face only reminds me that I really am worthless here, and nothing more than a prostitute with no life worth living.

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