#She is so deliciously deranged

[fragmentedblade]

The more I think about it the more intrigued I am about the future development of Ruan Mei

[sermna]

theres a deranged little voice inside me that sometimes asks me to do difficult things like "make croissants" or, in this case, "illustrate several key shots from the Snow/Coin assassination scene"

[diejager]

JAKAJWIH I just saw this post and https://www.tumblr.com/citrusbunnies/732151502028898304

I can’t help but imagine deer!hybrid reader that’s with 141, and they/she/he (it doesn’t matter lol) walked out of the bushes or woods to the team inside and their reaction to it!

Also I LOVE your work, every time I see that you have posted wether it be recently or if they are older and they just appear in my feed. I get excited! 😭 also if you don’t wanna do this, feel free to ignore COMPLETELY! I just saw this and I thought it was so cute😭😭

That deer image is actually funny… this drabble though, not so much.

Doe Cw: hybrid, DARKFIC, IMPLIED DUB-CON/NON-CON, kidnapping, training, implied sex, tell me if I missed any.

They cued in on the rustling sound, bushes ruffling against an unknown body hiding behind the tree line, moving as if they were unaware of the men or uncaring of danger. Rifles pointed towards the source, Price held control of the situation, aware of the danger when hunting feral hybrids. Ferals were unpredictable, unable to find the distinction between friend or foe, but they were smart, cunning and weren’t shy to group together, forming hunting packs. Those that were impossible to rehabilitate would stay in the wild, some causing trouble and others keeping to themselves, living alone or in a community they built on their own.

Despite the trepidataion and tension in their shoulders, the waited, breaths steady and unyielding to the harsh winds of early winter. They expected a wolf - or a few - or a bear to jump at them, but were released to see antlers poking out of the bush, tines interlocked with green and dried leaves still tied to a thin branch, followed by perked ears, rounded ends flicking against the leafage stuck around the antlers. A head soon followed, big, doe eyes with the dilated, rounded pupils staring at them with timid curiosity, uncertain of the danger.

Rather than a big brown bear or a deranged grey wolf, they found a curious deer hybrid. Price raised his fist, ordering the three of them to lower their weapons, holding it to his chest, he took a step towards you, slow and tentative. You jerked back, body moving out of your hiding place, fully exposing yourself to men —men deprived of the gentle touch of a woman and the loving embrace of one. You wore rags, hanging off the small straps of your shoulder and stopped mid-thigh, soft and plush skin; your dress hugged the promiscuous curves of your hips and the swell of your breasts and ass, leaving nothing to their imagination. You were a sight to hungry and deprived men like them, gruff and overworked, tired and wanting a moment of reprieve to relax and work off the stress.

“Hello,” it hadn’t crossed his mind whether or not you spoke, seeing that you were dressed in nothing but rags despite looking clean and untouched by filth, simply delicious to their eyes. “I’m John,” he gave you a smile, his eyes creased and cheeks wrinkled, his lips stretched under his bear-like beard, “Who are you?”

His softer approach made you compliant, mumbling out your name in a soft voice. You were skittish, looking as if a single abrupt movement would have you buck away from them, and they couldn’t have that, you were a source of information and much more. Soft curves and doe-eyed filled with a sort of innocence, able to thrive in the wild with feral hybrids, ye untouched by their rough and untamed character.

“Who… who are they?” Your eyes gazed over the three men behind Price, hands pulled to your chest in an effort to give yourself comfort and protection against the dark gleam in their brown and blue eyes.

“That’s Soap,” your eyes followed his hand, hovering towards the men with striking, blue irises and a weird haircut. “Gaz,” he motioned towards the man with warm, brown skin and a pretty face. “And Ghost,” he was the most intimidating, broad and big, it made you shudder. “What are you doing here?”

The question lingered in the air, you frowned, seemingly unwilling to divulge your reason because you had the same question, wanting to know why big, armed men were threading in your home. You looked away, staring at their feet rather than their strong gaze, feet shuffling around. They watched you bite your lip, pearly whites peaking under your lip to sink down in your glossy lips, perfect for kissing. How would you taste if they got their hands on you? Would your mouth taste as sweet and delicious as you looked? You were temptation on two feet.

“This is my home,” you reluctantly told them, becoming more anxieties by the second. It seemed like you were waiting for the right moment to skip away, to rush through the forest and hide away from the men who had a sudden interest in you. “You?”

“Classified, love.”

You perked up and shied away at the way he called you, his rumbling voice turning soft and disarming, near becoming for a sensitive hybrid like you. You were so adorable when you acted all shy, ears flicking and little nose scrunching up. You were naturally wary of anyone as a prey animal, vulnerable and without claws or sharp teeth against anything bigger than you. They could all see the tension building in your body, ears backed against your head and fingers fumbling around, his voice might’ve soothed you, but his reply made you fearful, suspicious enough to look more and more like you were going to flee.

If you ran, they would follow, Ghost would probably the one to catch you first, surprisingly fast and nimble for someone of his stature. He’d tackle you to the ground, scruff you and hold you down despite your wails and take you back, you had something they needed. Ghost would do the training, prepping you however he deemed fit and punish you if you lashed out. Gaz and Soap could easily break you in, their gentler countenance working in their favour. A push and pull, essentially, with Soap’s puppy-like aggression and mischievousness, and Gaz’s gentle care and grounding hand. Price would keep you in check, sometimes overseeing Ghost’s training and other times participating in it, being the disapproving and sympathetic one when faced with Ghost’s cruel and degrading ways.

You were pretty in rags - you would look pretty in anything you wore - but you’d be the prettiest naked and stuffed on their laps, eyes rolled back and breasts jostling. Taking you would take care of their needs, the temptation pulsing in their crotch. You wouldn’t mind it, would you? It would be better than sleeping on the rough, forest terrain, victim to both nature and the wilderness. You would be protected and taken care of, what else would you want?

“Why don’t you come with us, love,” it wasn’t an offer, it was a demand —an order.

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[wulfhalls]

thoughts (incoherent. disjointed. deranged): two mins into the movie and im already on the floor knocked out by a two punch irulan scene/voiceover alia appearance. so much more irulan than I dared to hope for! and she has cunty outfits! paulalia giving like crazy already by god they are skyping thru mother!!!!!! she is guiding him!!!!!! she loves him!!!!!!!! 15 second anya cameo best time I've ever had in my life thats her!!!!!!!! st.alia of the knife!!!! aliajessica motherdaughter duo of all time they are communing thru the other memory they are combining their joint slay to cement pauls godhood. they understand him they did this to him they made him they want to save him they love him!!!!! timtom chalamet reluctant messiah who carries they ever growing weight of the world on his unwilling shoulders. and YET. he did this. it was forced onto him. he made the choice he never had any. the resignation the surrender the embrace of the inevitable. messiah speech scene rotating in my mind spinning at the speed of light. the command the self assurance the crushing weight of it. the direction they went with chani added sooooooooo much by god best creative decision ever. the tension of loving a prophet u don't believe in!!! despising everything he stands for but loving the person underneath!!!!!! being instrumental into bringing him into being and hating it!!!!!!! delicious!!!!!!!!!!!!!! throne room confrontation three way look throwery between paulirulanchani I have like 8k words of thoughts on this alone! austin butler was fine! one note but hitting that one HARD. implied unclefuckery!!! win for the sickos community! the sheer scale!!!! some of the most images I've ever seen!! jessica out outfitting her coloniser fit from part one effortlessly. everything pauljessica. I could go on for days. in conclusion movie of all time. timtom performance of all time as character of all time. i feel insane

[monimccoythings]

Human!Alastor x Daughter!Reader: Devotion

These are all part of the same AU, I suppose, or not. But I like to think they are all part of the same AU, sometimes I forget what I write. Now this are just some deranged feelings and thoughts of Alive!Alastor.

Reminder: Alastor is in hell for a reason.

Tw: obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, mentions of blood, implied murder, manipulation.

tags: @anonymousewrites, @nonetheartist, @littledolly2345, @sunnyx07, @ouroborostheunholy, @mo-0-o, @sydneyyyya @lbcreations-blog

Alastor had never been a sentimental man. Of course he loved his mama, she was a wonderful woman and her death had definitely caused him a great amount of grief.

And then you came along.

Your soft skin, your chubby hands that tried to grasp his larger fingers to no avail, your wide unfocused eyes that darted everywhere, taking notice of everything. How delicate you felt in his arms, you fit perfectly, like you were made to be there.

How easily he could break you, he ponders. One little snap and there would be no more of you. It would be so quick and simple. There was only one little thing.

He adored you.

Your quiet little coos, your incomprehensible babbling that sounded like you were trying to carry an adult conversation with him, the way you squealed with joy whenever one of your favorite songs started playing on the radio. You were delightful, and provided him with more enrichment than any of the bumbling fools he usually associated himself with could provide.

As years passed by, you started to get bigger, your world expanding, your knowledge growing. And with it, came the risk of having you slip away from him.

He had modeled you to be his perfect little angel, his little fawn. His obedient child. He would not allow anyone to take you away from him. He was your guardian, your protector. Some asshole looked at you the wrong way while you two were going on a walk? He was never heard of again. Some low-paid teacher was becoming some sort of role model to you? Ooops! Accidents happen!

He found that his reasoning for protecting you was also a good excuse to indulge in his darkest desires. A way to calm the itch that was always nagging at the back of his head.

Alastor did it for you. He was making the world a safer place for you. No matter how much fun and enjoyment he got out of it. None of those buffoons would ever taint your innocence with their dirty souls. Not even himself.

He would take his secrets to the grave, always hidden behind a wide smile. he would be the good father, the charming radio host, the modelic citizen. The blood in his hands, as delicious as it tasted, would never stain your clothes.

No one would keep you two apart, he would make sure of that. He was all that you could possibly ever need. Your world started and ended with him, as it should be. Let him be the barrier between your purity and the rotten society that lurked outside.

He suffered everytime you were forced to spend time apart of each other. Couldn't you see it? Did you feel it too? Whenever you were in school or he was working, it was complete suffering for him! His fingers drumming impatiently on the surface of the table, counting the seconds until he was back at home with you. Only the mental stimulation that took directing, writing and starrring in his own radio show for which he held great passion and the delightful hunt his side job provided were enough distraction to cope with his sorrow.

When did he become so emotional? He should be feeling embarrassed of himself or at least be very thankful that his mask of sanity wasn't cracking with all those feelings. Instead, he found himself embracing them. He embraced the painful worry about your wellbeing and his influence over you, the obssessive and twisted love he felt, the need for control, to ensure you remained his innocent and good child, and the bitter despair at your absence that sunk into his heart like a knife. Only his little baby could give him such a rush.

He was sure that not even death would be able to take you from his hands. He would personally fight God, the Devil, and anybody who got in his way. Alastor would tear the fabric of reality apart just to get to you.

You would never run away from him. There was no reason to, as he had made you as devoted of him as he was of you. Or at least he hoped so.

Having you leave him would surely break his heart, as it would mean to Alastor that you had chosen to do things the hard way. But maybe, after a very detailed and complex planification on his part and some casualties orchestrated by him, Alastor might be able to convince you to return back home, with a grim reminder about the dangers of the outside world.

For there is no safer place on Earth than in your father's embrace.

[sheluvslani]

Not What It Looks Like Pt 2

Summary: See pt 1

Pairing: Ghostface!Amber x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, language, knife, mentions of murder, strap-on sex, mirror sex, degradation, praise, choking, blood, spit 😋

The person above you held down your legs with theirs and used their left hand to pin both of your wrists down, leaving you helpless and unable to move. It’s not like you could’ve done anything for that matter, you were frozen in place. 

“Please, don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface…” You managed to stutter out as you stared into the gaping black holes of the mask, looking for any signs of mercy.

Ghostface slowly cocked their head to the side, trailing the knife down the side of your face. The blade made contact with your skin as you winced, a trail of blood spilled out. The mix of the cold air and open wound sends a shiver down your spine. The blood dripped down your cheek, dark red splotches drying on your tanned complexion. 

You felt the weight of the person above you pressing against you, the hardness of the item in their pants pressing against the soft flesh of your thigh. You didn’t know if it was a gun or something else. You hoped it was the latter.

The thought alone made the heat between your legs intensify.

No. Stop. It’s literally a fucking serial killer…

You snapped out of your thoughts when the knife made impact with the floor beneath you, cracking between the individual planks. 

The deranged killer above you slowly reached up to grab their mask, pulling it over their head. When it reached over their mouth, they flashed you a wide, toothy grin. Once they pulled it over their head, you were shocked. You felt your stomach drop. 

Amber.

Amber Fucking Freeman.

Your girlfriend. Slaughtered 2 people and you were pretty sure you were going to be the 3rd. 

She wiped the dried blood off your cheek, the softness of her touch distracting you from the fact she killed people with those same hands. “Darling… my pretty girl…” She whispered as the hold on yur wrists loosened slightly. 

No. Cut this out. It can’t be. 

You struggled to get up, Amber’s strength unmeasured against yours. She gripped your wrists harder, her nails dug into your skin. 

“Amber, cut it out. Let me go.” Your eyes turned glossy as you stared into hers, eyes wide and boring into yours. Any sane person would fight for their life in this moment but you couldn’t do anything. Amber was the person you trusted the most, but she’s the same person that’s been 

“Y/n, it’s not what it looks like-”

“No. Let go of me, you’re a monster” Her eyes softened with hurt as she looked down at you.

“I did it for you.” And then your world stopped. Amber softly stroked your cheek as she continued.

“Jason Carvey. It was only meant to be him. When I broke in the apartment, Gary was there playing with some random fucking Ghostface mask. He saw me, charged at me, and I ended up stabbing him. I started panicking, there was blood everywhere. I didn’t know what to do with his body. So, I cut him and stuffed his body in the fridge. They had a huge fucking collection of Stab shit inside the closet, I grabbed a Ghostface mask and costume and put it on. And then Jason came back after, I slit his throat. I left him in the living room floor. I threw away the mask and grabbed another, a clean one.”

She threw the Ghostface mask behind her, careless to wear it would land. 

“Jason fucking Carvey. The bitch couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He knew I was dating you, he knows that you belong to me, y/n. When I killed him and Gary, I felt… alive. The thrill that rushed through my veins… was so delicious.”

She yanked the knife out of the ground, the sound of the cracking floor rang in your ear. She softly whispered in your ear, her hot breath fanning the shell of your ear, “You’re mine, y/n. And I will do anything for you. I would kill a thousand men if they dare to take you from me.”

The knife in her hand trailed down your throat, your breath hitched as she cut another slit. Fresh drops of dark red blood pooled in the hollow of your neck, making you feel warn and lightheaded. Amber eyes flashed with lust and desire as she flattened her tongue against your neck, licking it up. The action alone made you moan, sending another gush of arousal down in between your legs.

Amber let go of both your wrists, leaving minors bruises that you know what be purple and blue in the morning. She slashed open your blue pajamas, the pieces of fabric being removed from your body. She let out a teasing moan as she saw the wet spot in your underwear. 

“You’re such a fucking slut, y/n. You’re soaked and I haven’t even touching you, it’s like you’re practically begging for me to touch you.” 

She crashed her lips into yours, her tongue swiping against your bottom lip as it begged for your permission. It made you groan and Amber seized her moment to insert her tongue. Her tongue danced along yours, her moans vibrated in your mouth, sending butterflies to your stomach. 

After a while, she pulled away with a heavy breath, a string of saliva unraveling itself from where your lips were previously occupied. It made you whine from the loss of her warmth when she stood up, but she shushed you and got up on her knees. She took off the robe, revealing a white wife-beater and basketball shorts beneath it. That hard object you felt in her pants earlier was indeed not a gun, it was a strap-on. 

And fuck, it was huge. 

When she slipped out of her shorts, it sprang against her stomach. The cool, black plastic stood at a good 9 inches in length. The thought of taking such a huge object made your mouth water. She stood up, towering over you as you still lied on your back. 

“On your knees.” She set the knife down on the bedside table. 

You quickly sat up and got on your knees, feeling small and vulnerable in this positon. She stared down at you, the look she was given you made you whine and rub yout thighs together to relieve your aching clit. She stroked the length, agonizingly slow. She spit on the shaft, lubing it up with her warm saliva.  

Fuck, you weren’t about to fuck a serial killer… Right?

But you couldn’t resist. Not when it’s Amber. 

She held the tip in front of your mouth, coaxing for you to take it into your mouth. You gladly did, slowly sucking on the tip of the cold, hard plastic. Amber slowly rolled her hips in and out of your mouth, groaning at the sight of you being so needy for an inanimate object, it was like a game to her. She gathered your hair into a ponytail and started thrusting the strap-on in your mouth. The tip hit the back of your throat with every thrust, making you moan around the length

.

She pulled you off, a wet ‘pop’ escaped your lips from how hard you were sucking her off.

“Good girl,” she groaned as she helped you up and bent you over the bed, moving you to whatever position she pleased as you did nothing to stop her. 

She loomed behind you, hands on your hips as she gently coaxed you to look at yourself in the mirror adjacent from the bed. “Such a pretty girl for me to use, huh? This pretty pussy is all mine…” She gently teased your clit with the tip of the strap-on, making you squirm and arch your back. 

“Fuck, babygirl. You don’t know what you do to me.” She smirked before carefully sliding her strap inside your pussy. She slowly rolled her hips, it’s like she was toturing you with this agonizing pace she’s set. 

“Fuck, Ambs… that all you got?” You looked over your shoulder with a smirk, hoping that’ll get you somewhere. 

She looked dead into your eyes, hers turned dark in less than a second, like a light switch turned on. She started pistoning into you, the bed creaked with each thrust, you were afrid it was going to break.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. 

Every thrust made you gasp for air, your toes curl and your eyes roll back.

She started playing with your clit, rolling it in between her pointer and thumb. It made you moan into the sheets, tears pricking out of the corners of your eyes. She pressed her hand into the middle of your shoulder blades as she positioned her strap to go deeper into you, the length pressing a small bulge into your stomach.  “Please, please, please.” The words  played in your head over and over again like a prayer. 

She moved her hand from your back to grab you by the throat, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. Your back was pressed against her front as she whispered in your ear while making eye contact with you through the mirror. 

“Fuck… you’re such a slut, y/n. My dirty little cockslut, begging for me to fuck you like the whore you are.” She emphasized the last few words with extra hard thrusts, making your eyes roll back in your head from the sensations. She attached her lips to your neck, sucking a hickey on your pulse point. 

“Please, Ambs… ‘m gonna cum..” You whimpered out as she pounded into you. 

“Cum for me, babygirl.” She rubbed your clit faster and moved her other hand from your throat up to your breast, rolling your nipple between her fingers. 

You came on her fingers with a cry, your legs shaking and trembling as she gently coaxed you to lay down on your stomach. She gently rubbed circles on the small of your back as she placed tiny kisses on your shoulders. After you regained some strength, you flipped over on your back, crashing your lips with Amber’s. She gratefully accepted and eagerly kissed you back. 

She pulled away with a smirk on her face, picking up the knife from the bedside table. She pressed the blade against your neck, gripping the handle hard enough for her knuckles to turn white. 

“You wouldn’t tell anyone, right?”

[nightgoodomens]

I really thought they'd keep things under wraps until GO3 was released. Big companies like Amazon don't like their actors causing a fuss or being caught in a "scandal", but man oh man looks like things are blowing up in the Sheenantburg "polycule".

Well I wouldn’t jump the gun yet, this doesn’t mean they’re coming out, but I think it might mean they’re not going to play along the new hetero game.

So let’s look a little bit at the timeline, shall we?

David goes to Cali for three weeks. We get content from GT - a video taken giving impression he wasn’t aware, sort of paparazzi shots, some from very far away, a miserable pic of him. He has fun with his kids but there’s nothing GT/DT. Before the trip we already had weird vibes from GT with her constant knocking DT down and having nothing to say about him winning apart from a repost without a good word and then burying the story within shit. Lots of break up songs too, but we were questioning is she reads the lyrics, however, it was weird how the lyrics were always about the same thing.

MS goes to Disneyland. DT goes to Disneyland. At the same fucking time.

Both get a chance to create a happy family image. Separately.

I mean, well, that was deliciously blunt but worked out so so.

Neil pops in to tell everyone that David and Michael are still very much in love just before Assembly and the era of hetero begins.

We figure out why the “happy happy” desperation from AL - Assembly gets released where MS chokes out he’s happy, and then focuses on talking about David and gives it all. AL loses it a little - she tries to interact with fans to push the happiness, reposts articles, fights with Swedish media… it doesn’t work out. While she makes Assembly about her, MS makes it about what mattered. He does not help her.

DT doesn’t help GT push the happy image either.

A blind gets released by Enty. Clearly about them. Stating the women are trying to push the happy family image in Disneyland while men would rather be together.

During the Blind and Assembly stuff, men remain separated. Until Oliviers happens.

GT posts two stories, one telling RadioTimes off for the nice article about DT, then praising one that called DT’s impression “deranged” - on that video she took without his knowledge most likely.

Oliviers, the PR save-the-hetero (aka oh-fuck-the-blind) show happens, where everyone expected some MS/DT action since DT was nominated and MS was announced as the presenter, instead it turns into a circus. The men don’t meet on the red carpet, DT stopped from going back, DT/GT are told to act like in fresh love only for DT to fail the “camera” moments, they’re sat right in the front to be visible playing the game and they overdo it, all it ends up with is MS soft looks at DT, as far as I know DT wasn’t shown at all which BAFTAs would never.

GT (who’s always escaped red carpets is now pushed by PR) tries to recreate the “look into my eyes for the camera” moment from BAFTAs, but DT doesn’t play along. AL pushes with the arm stroking, but MS doesn’t play along.

Two interesting things happen - highly photographed moment of DT sharing a hug with another man, who of course wasn’t MS. And MS presenting an award to someone else. Both felt like attempts at rewriting the history but all they did was highlight the real deal. Because they didn’t play along. Especially MS.

Media focuses on the women in an insane way considering they’re nobodies at Oliviers. Ladies post about the day as if it was their day. Pic with the men gets withheld until the fandom reminds them that they are here for the guys and so with a snark the women post the pic. Finally MS/DT look soft and happy when they’re with each other. MS stands with DT.

Interesting to note, there was no usual “preparing” pics and videos of DT from GT.

DT doesn’t win. GT posts a pic calling him a loser, he looks like he’s on the verge of a mental breakdown on that pic. I don’t know what happened, but he did not look… well.

Even the “normal” fans wince at the caption. She doesn’t even make it a story or anything, it’s right there as a post. Too bad she didn’t create a post when he won Critic’s Choice for his Macbeth (exactly what he was nominated for at Oliviers too), instead reposted a story from another account, added nothing, and buried it within crap. But “loser” got a whole post.

There was also a pic with a fan where DT doesn’t look well either.

GT and AL focus on promotion of themselves.

Yesterday a blurry video gets released of GT slapping her hand at DT to silence him, MS ready to silence her instead, and DT basically pointing at MS and standing closer to him. (Video up to your own interpretation). Sort of felt like it added context to DT looking the way he did at the end of the night.

No usual home selfie either.

And today. David’s Birthday.

GT showed what lovely posts she can create about people she cares about recently. While her story for DT “thanks for being born” was the kindest thing she’s done because for once she didn’t include an insult or “humbling” him, it was quite… well, nothing. Song choice was questionable. The story was cold. The picture was old.

We waited whole day for a post but no. We expected Cali pics, home pics… nope.

Not only she only created a story, right after she also posted HBD for an actress whose birthday wasn’t even on the same day, just to keep her theme of burying anything DT related that wasn’t about GT. But she’s done something interesting on that story - called the actress her favourite tv wife for DT and hashtagged don’t tell MS.

Honestly I just rolled my eyes. Nobody in the fandom would agree with her and trying to take a dig at MS… bad move.

RadioTimes is full of love for DT all day. And so are other accounts. Love is pouring from every side. Somehow GT isn’t keen to repost those articles.

Suddenly AL pops in with a story. And what a story. Not only she’s looking at DT cutout while holding a card “WINNER”, MS is standing between DT and GT, and the caption is “To my partner’s HUSBAND”. Not tv wife. Not “My wife’s husband.” This was just about DT and MS. Song choice has interesting lyrics too:

“There ought to be a law against

Anyone who takes offense

At a day in your celebration”

Winner not loser? Husband not tv wife? Anyone takes offense?

BAFTAs pops in to share a video of MS/DT of DT giving a glimpse of how they have met 20 years ago. Neil pops in to share on tumblr David being called Michael’s husband. You know the they’re-still-in-love guy.

GT reposts the story without a word and buries it. She doesn’t post anything for DT.

So what happened? It’s up to your interpretation.

Mine is this: They were meant to bury the rumours, hence massive hetero show for Oliviers, MS didn’t play along since the beginning, DT tried but fell apart, they snapped, GT took it out on the men, MS snapped back sick of her shitty posts about DT, the same way he did end of last year.

Seeing the way GT acted during that blurry video and today… I think she lost control and now even AL doesn’t side with her. But that one she also only has herself to blame for. And I wonder… who tipped off Enty?

What’s next? Not sure. Clearly PR’s new hetero idea didn’t fly. But was the joy only allowed for DT’s birthday? Or this is it, they won’t play the game anymore? What’s up with GT/DT, are they done but will play the game for the big events or done and won’t pretend anymore either? Am I going to be surprised if hetero bullshit happens anyway? Nah. Anything can happen now, I feel. But this day and what happened during it is a fact. Whatever damage control happens, if it does, won’t erase what happened today.

Interesting!

[lupunsus]

who’d u reckon would own a bunny hybrid? 👀

im not gonna sugarcoat it anon, but bunny hybrids are the common hybrid to get among perverted degenerates, and underneath all the complicated layers these yanderes have is just some horny perv who think they're doing a good thing by taking them in. We all know the truth, though.

im gonna ramble under the cut, but as always, be sure to check out @cinnamonest as their hybrid writings inspired this blog into existence

warning: nsfw. bottom reader. gorou forces himself on reader, but i try to avoid being specific. tighnari thinks about it but drugs you instead. overall horny canine boys who can't decide whether to eat or fuck bunny hybrid 😔

in the future, all works with nsfw will be tagged with #.luspicy

Gorou:

God, just thinking about a bunny hybrid,, i know cinnamonest wrote about gorou having a cat hybrid, but like, I can't stop remembering Beastars and (I stopped watching it but I'll get back into it again) how fitting a floppy eared little bunny would be for him. Gorou. A war general in an environment where everything is peaceful, and there isn't much to do to let out all that excess energy.

I like to think that Gorou would meet his bunny darling while out on patrol. Of course, Watatsumi Island is peaceful now, but there's still some bandits and the like lurking about. When he sees them shivering in a cage, knees tucked to their chest and crying, it does something to him that he doesn't understand himself. You just look so...delicious.

You, seeing this dog towering over you with this crazed look in his eyes, makes you thankful that there's a cage separating the two of you. Even when he "kindly" asks if you know where the key is, you adamantly shake your head no. It's obvious he wants to eat you! He's even drooling! Staying in the cage is definitely safer than trusting this deranged predator looking as if he's finally found the prey of his dreams.

Gorou is strong anyway. He doesn't need something like a key to free you. It only helps in scaring you more when he rips the cage open with a smile on his face. Having you clinging onto the bars was a bit of a problem, though. Gorou just wants to help you out! Usually, bunny hybrids are grateful creatures from what he's heard, but it seems like you're the opposite of that. And stubborn to boot. Don't worry. He offers coming with him the easy way or the hard way.

The easy way is a much better option, as the other would be leaving you out here alone, cage open, for anyone to just kidnap. Of course, he'd warn the soldiers to keep an eye out for you. "They got injured because of my carelessness, so I want to make it up to them!" People would think a bandit or a monster got to you while he was distracted. There's no way someone as nice and dependable as Gorou would harm such an innocent creature like you!

Unfortunately, people forget that Gorou is a dog hybrid. And dogs are technically domesticated wolves no matter how you see them. If another hybrid like Sucrose (whatever animal she may be) were to witness this, she'd immediately find you herself and bring you back to the safety of her hometown. Well, it probably wouldn't be safe, but it's better than the possibility of being eaten, right? Too bad Albedo only visited Inazuma with Klee, and the two of them stayed on Narukami Island.

Thinking on it more, though, he feels like a run will do him some good. "You could always head back to where you came from. There's boats on the lower part of the island, I could take you there!" No thanks. Even with your limited vocabulary, your instincts were screaming at you to get away. To Gorou, it was a relief that you took the bait. Watching your little cotton tail bob behind you as you tried to escape was adorable. You probably thought you could get away from him and go back to your homeland, but what are the chances you even knew how to use a boat?

It didn't take long for him to find you, and even less time to pin you onto the sand below. You could cry out all you want, but nobody would be able to help you. "Don't cry... I'll make sure it won't hurt too badly~" Confused and scared, the thought of another hybrid, a predator to your kind, would even attempt to mate with you was worse than being eaten by one. And escaping was impossible. He was just so big and you so little! That doesn't stop Gorou. And despite what he promised, it hurt a lot because your body wasn't built to handle someone of his nature.

He did clean you up as best as he could, but seeing his love escape you so easily almost made him rearing to go again if you hadn't passed out from exhaustion. Poor thing, you must be so tired after allowing him to pour out all of his love into you. Don't worry, he doesn't mind carrying you to his home. Ah, but he should probably lock you up so you won't escape...

Maybe he'll tire you out with a couple more rounds in the morning, too. Just to be safe.

Tighnari:

I think Tighnari wouldn't necessarily succumb to his instincts, but he's tempted to. How could he not? Seeing such a cute bunny make themselves at home in his territory, eating the vegetables and herbs that he grew,

It's like you thought that because he was chummy with the humans, he wouldn't possibly think of harming you.

And that's exactly what you thought. That fennec fox hybrid seems to eat plants just like you, so he must've been dropped as a child or raised by herbivores. If it were the latter, then that's great! Herbivores usually don't mind sharing food, so you made a nice little burrow right next to Tighnari's field. It was far away from the other humans, and there was a water source nearby, too, so it was absolutely perfect! Any hybrid would kill to be in your place. Having such a convenient food supply and water next to your den.

However, Tighnari was considering hunting you down because you were prey in his territory. Ah, he shouldn't succumb to his instincts. He should be the bigger person and try to scare you off. He grows dangerous things, too, and he would not like you eating (ruining) his research.

But the cute floppy ears... how would it feel between his teeth? How soft is your little tail? How delicious would you taste if he took a bite out of you? Just a little nibble. It won't hurt. Probably.

You, on the other hand, are starting to feel a bit nervous about your housing arrangement. Your neighbor seems to be staring at you from afar and breathing heavily. Sometimes, he looks at you with a dazed expression, and you can see the saliva creep from his mouth. It's impossible, you think. You've seen him eat mushrooms! On several occasions! It gets creepy when he looks in your den while you're out getting water. You hide from him, but he doesn't make an effort to even chase you. He smells you nearby, but he can smell something even sweeter in your home.

He knows you're going into heat soon.

It doesn't matter what you have between the legs, to Tighnari, you're something meant to be eaten. You're at the bottom of the food chain with the other small and weak animals. If he wanted to mate with you, you'd be taking his knot. Would you give birth to pups or kits? Would some be a mixture? Or maybe there's a possibility of a fennec being an herbivore or a bunny being a carnivore? The researcher part of him wants to know so bad...

But it depends if you could give birth at all. It'd be a shame if you didn't, but if you take his knot nicely, he may reconsider eating you.

Tighnari tries his best to control himself, but when he sees you obliviously eating an aphrodisiac flower, the string in him snaps. He'll chomp down on those floppy ears of yours before he starts his little "private research."

[lovelywetdreamer]

Zuko and sokka smut?

Double scoop gotcha. Sorry for taking so long with this request. I had a hard time coming up with an idea. Zuko is 26 while Sokka is 25.

A couple of cactus juices and a game of truth or dare later got you on Sokka's lap with him and you making out. While Sokka is exploring your mouth, Zuko twirls his tongue around one of your hard nipples. Zuko's tongue is warmer than most people. Being a Firebender has some interesting qualities, you ain't complaining. Sokka lets his hand travel down your body until it lands between your thighs. He broke from the kiss and asked you, "Can I touch you, please baby?"

"Can I touch you as well?" Zuko popped in with puppy eyes. When the Firelord and the greatest General want a taste of you, you give them a piece. With one nod, you have Sokka and Zuko bumping heads as they both devour you. Two tongues twirling and exploring your cunt. One cold and one hot, you were on the brick cumming. They both could tell how your moans were falling from your lips, eyes shut tight, and toes curling. They are sweet guys that gonna let you com- both of these evil fools stop and just flash a wolfish grin.

"Don't be upset," Zuko says. " We let you come but you're gonna come around our cocks. Is that okay princess?" Sokka asks. One look at their impressive bulges. "Please just fuck me." You moan. Your breasts press and rub against Sokka's broad chest. Zuko's chest is pressed against your back. Both men got their cocks lined up against your soaking core. The poor thing is to squeeze around nothing just waiting for them to derange your guts. They didn't make the wait for long. Zuko and Sokka slowly push themselves into you by inch and inch. Zuko's thick dick and Sokka's long member was stretching you out in a way you never knew. Deliciously painful. "F-fuck you feel so good, baby." Zuko groans into your ear as his balls slap against your ass. "She so tight." Sokka moans into the crack of your neck. Both thrusting inside you deeper and harder until you become numb with pleasure. Two big loads are flooding your walls.

Later on, you gave birth to twins. One with blue eyes and one with brown eyes. Nobody knows how you got pregnant besides you, Zuko, Sokka, and sadly Toph. The poor girl was traumatized so badly she was considering wearing shoes. The Fire Nation and the Water Nation are alleys thanks to one steamy drunk night.

[runraerun]

I’m no Sam girl by any stretch of the imagination BUT I can and will admit that Sam’s ships FUCK

Samwena?! Iconic. Sexy. Size difference. Mommy. Soul mates except destined to kill her??? Tragic and delicious. give it to me.

Samifer?? Toxic. Sexy. Deranged. Possessive. Filthy. So so so unhealthy. Ship that makes me want to 🚬🚬🚬. They should get married, I love it.

Sam/Eileen?! The softest, sweetest, gentlest endgame for a happily ever after that there ever was. She’s a spitfire and the most well adjusted hunter—perfect middle ground for Sam’s wanting a normie life but also accepting the burden of being a hunter. Perfection.

Sam’s ships truly have it all🙏 happy for y’all.

[misguidedasgardian]

The course of nature (Negan x Fem!Reader)

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Negan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of Negan’s brutality, cursing, implied coercion and kidnapping, smut, breeding kink, Negan’s filthy mouth, implied reader x daryl, forced breeding, unprotected sex, mentons of polygamy, (c’mon guys, everything related to Negan in the Sanctuary) might miss some warnings. 

+18 MINORS DNI

TWD Era: Alexandria, Negan Era, (season 7) 

Notes: Seeing Negan saying, “Oh my, look at this little Angel!” and grabbing Judith from her crib did something to me, and here it is 

He took a long sigh as he watched Alexandria disappear in the rearview mirror. He didn’t know why, he didn’t understand it,  but Negan felt something bitter inside of him… he had a tangy flavor in his mouth even though he still had the taste of the lemonade that Olivia woman made for him. He contemplated the reason behind his bitterness… jealousy? And he came to the conclusion that under all the mockery that subdued Carl to… about killing him and Rick and moving into the suburbs, having his “summer home” there… There was some truth about it, a dark, deep desire.

The pretty house in the suburbs, drinking lemonade on the porch rocking in a comfortable chair, children laughing and running around… and a baby, his baby. For a second he let his mind wander, thinking it was his baby he was cuddling against his chest, dark locks, big chestnut eyes just like his looking up at him from the comfort of his chest… Oh my, it was a nice dream… a dream he could make happen he only needed to take care of Rick, Carl, and… well…

He had 6 wives, he had to replace some of them along the way, the last one he lost had to be replaced by you. Oh how much he enjoyed the look of desperation on Rick's face when he made clear that he would take everything and everyone he liked, and his gloved finger pointed at you. 

Especially Daryl, that deranged maniac, his future soldier, the way he leaped and came at him like a beast ready to rip his yugular, only stopping when he made Arat point a gun to your pretty little head. Oh how he enjoyed that. 

He wondered if you were the one that warmed his bed every night and warmed his cock every mornin’. He also wondered if that is what made it so easy for you to comply with him. 

“Become my wife or I’ll go back to that little town of yours and bash little Daryl’s head in and I’ll rub your face in his brains” It went something like that. You did shed a few tears the first time he had you, but oh how you squeezed him inside your tight walls when he made you cum again and again in his big fat cock. He made it up to you, he made sure of it. He took his time breaking you in until you were looking back at him not with fear or hate but with a complacent look on your beautiful eyes and a shy smile on your delicious lips. He had even disregarded his other wifes, sharing his bed only with you. Because when he was fucking you he was fucking with Prick-Rick, and with Shit-head-Daryl and because fucking the enemy had always been a huge turn on for him. 

With his wives he constantly used protection, or made sure that they took contraceptive drugs, or he used the old method of pulling out, it was actually a miracle that he hadn't knocked someone up yet. 

But now he found himself in the want for it… the desire… he couldn’t quite pinpointed it, it was a need so primal inside of him…

Having Judith in his arms changed something inside of him. And in his mind everything became clearer when he revived a conversation he had had with his sweet Lucille, a conversation they held about having kids… He wanted a kid with her so badly… But she was gone

He stood in the doorframe of the lounge, looking at his wives. He came in so silently they didn’t notice him standing there, so he watched every single one of them. Who could be the one to carry his litter? he wondered

Amber? God no, she would drown that poor babe in booze inside of her. Tanya? poor thing, she wasn’t his favorite, far from it, he only married her to make someone fall in line. Who was that dark haired one? He couldn't quite remember. 

He regretted Sherry to be gone, gods she was a beauty, his favorite, not very smart, but enough smart to survive in this world 

Frankie? perhaps? She was a good candidate. She was the only one who found him staring and gave him a sweet little smile. She was smoking hot 

But he kept walking, to reach the room you cornered yourself in. To his surprise it was open, he found you crossed legged on the bed, reading a book. You weren’t wearing any of the nice black dresses he lent you, no, you were insistent on wearing those run down jeans and flannel, the ones you were wearing the day he grabbed you. He had them washed and all, but still… 

“Killed any of my family members today?” you ask bitterly. Of course you noticed him without even looking, you were beyond comprehension for him 

“Not yet… but there's plenty of day left” he mocked, well he did kill that traitor, but he didn’t count, he thought, he did however take only 25% of what he said he was going to take from your group. Everything inside of his head today was you. That’s when you looked up to him with a frown on your beautiful face.

It was you

You were hot as hell, smart as his best man, and he has seen you taking walkers one by one with that ax so beautifully, almost like you were dancing. You got the looks, the brains, and the strength, bonus points for being part of Prick-Rick’s little possie

“I’m so stressed…” he whined with a smirk, “I need something, someone to relieve it…”, he knew you knew what that meant, and he chuckled when you raised your face to look at him with a tired look on your face but smiling widely

“You are a horndog” you mocked, and he nodded slowly, with smirk on his face 

Even if the beginning of your “relationship” had a rocky start, you enjoyed fucking him as much as he enjoyed fucking you. leaving behind the coercion this became like a treat, something enjoyable for the two of you. You weren’t afraid to ask things of him, and he wasn’t against trying new things, so you begun to have a strange friends with benefits kind of arrangement, where the sex became so fucking hot for the both of you, and the pillow talk afterwards became something as enjoyable as the multiple orgasms he took from you each round. 

“I can’t marry you” you answered, but before he could threaten you again you explain, “but I can be your mistress” you offered, at first he seemed offended by what you implied, but when he saw you were serious, his frown turned into an amused grin

“My mistress?”

“See, it’s like being your friend…” you explain, “you come to me, pamper me, I screw you good, you talk to me about your problems and then you leave” 

“So what’s the difference between becoming my wife?” he asked then

“Just the title” being someone’s wife meant something to you, it was too important, too permanent, so you hoped he indulged you, “you have wives, you don’t have mistresses” you turn this into making him think it was about some childish jealousy. So you felt relieved when he smiled wickedly

“Oh I see, you are looking for exclusivity” he teased, and you congratulated yourself for the sheepishly smile and the lower of your eyesight that made him believe he had nailed his suspicion

He let you guide him towards his room, you already knew he preferred to fuck you in his huge bed and silky sheets

Even if at first this man scared the living shit out of you, and you know he was perfectly capable of making good on his threats and killing your family… despite all of that… he was an amazing lover. He fucked you so good it made you shake on his hold, and in your head you justified it, “if you fuck him good he is going to take off the heat on your loved ones” he was going to leave them alone if you pleased him.

His greedy hands were on you in a second, the gloved one leaving goosebumps in your skin, he got rid of your flannel and then admired your chest clad in lingerie. He got rid of your jeans and shoes, to leave you only in underwear. With those out of the way he let you push him back into the bed. His signature bat was forgotten on the floor, just like his leather jacket, he was only in his simple cotton white t-shirt and jeans.. 

You managed to straddle him, loving the way he would fight you just enough for you to realize he was the one in control, but relenting after a little while, everything with Negan was like that. you moaned when you felt the roughness of his denim against the soft skin of the inside of your thighs, bucking your hips just a little bit to enjoy the friction. He grunted under you, with that big smiles of him, looking at you with big shiny eyes

“Fuck you are beautiful” he grunted, and you felt your cheeks heated, you accomodated yourself down his legs, so you’d have the space to remove his jeans just enough so you’d release his lenght, you leaned in, wanting to taste him, wanting to choke on his thick cock, but he stopped you

“Fuck I need to bury myself in that pussy” he demanded, grabbing you by the neck and make you rose yourself up until you were face to face. You only moaned, “you ready baby?” he asked teasingly. His hand sneaking down your body until his fingers teased your entrance, making you moan when he found you embarrassingly wet, dripping almost. He chuckled darkly, giving you that look again

“Fuck” he grunted, “you are soaking wet” he only moved the g tring he made you wear aside, an easy acces, he seemed to be in a hurry, he wanted you now, fast. 

“For you” you admitted, leaning down to catch his mouth on yours, you kissed him roughly, with need, and he answered just the same, wanting to devour you. He accommodated you on top of him and you let him adjust you and him until the tip of his cock was placed in your entrance, and you did the rest, lowering your hips, impaling yourself on him. 

The stretch still burned, but you would be lying if you say you didn’t just loved the way it felt, his thick length opening you up for him, it was always a tight fit

“Jeesus FUCK” he almost yelled, making you sneak a giggle between your wanting moans. He was so deep inside you you could feel him on your belly. It wasn't long before he playfully slapped your ass, encouraging you to ride him, and you started a soft but decisive sway, it was slow but determined, feeling every ridge and vein on his cock inside your tight walls. 

“Mmmm Negan”, you moaned, snapping your hips back and forth. His hands grabbed your tits, squeezing them over the transparent fabric of your bra

“Fuck I love it when you moan my name” he graoned, his hands firmly on your hips, helping you set the unforgiving pace, “You are so hot” it was unusual for him to compliment you that much, so you just ignored it, he probably didn’t mean it. He had six wives, so you didn’t tend to take anything he told you seriously. So you just enjoyed riding him, building your own orgasm, it came slowly, like strong waves crushing on the shore, making your eyes roll to the back of your head as your hands grabbed the white t shirt he was wearing tightly, threatening to rip it off of him

“Damn girl” he grunted, “Are you using me to get off? that’s how it feels like” you only giggled, riding your climax slowly, feeling incredibly sensitive.

But that wasn’t in Negan's plans….

He grabbed you by the hips, leaning up so fast you didn’t know what was happening until your back touched the mattress, he had turned you over to regain his full control. You didn't have time to ponder, he started railing you rougher than before, the metal head of the bed banged against the concrete wall. Your hand traveled to his back,  your nails sinking into his skin, wanting to have something to hold on to. He slammed his hips into your roughly, hearing like he was applauding, his skin against yours.

“Negan,'' you called, slowing down on your climax, but he is still thrusting against you, grunting like a wounded animal. He didn’t pay attention to you, too focused on chasing his own release. You slapped his shoulder, like asking for a timeout, and just then he looked down at you, smirking

“What is it?” he asked

“You are not wearing a condom, you need to pull out” you whined. He only smirked, chuckling darkly in your ear making the little hairs at the back of your head stand up. He didn’t stop, in fact, he fucked you ever rougher, making you whine, your eyes rolling tot he back of your head at the hardness of his thrusts, and in a second, you forgot all about protection, you only cared to reach that second orgasm before he finished

“Oh fuck” you moaned, scratching his back with your nails, your legs chained around his hips, encouraging him. With one graze of the tip of his cock in your special spot did the trick, you cum, hard, your walls strangled his length, making him grunt, stilling deep inside of you, filling you up nicely with his cum. 

He dropped his weight on top of you, his heavy breathing on your neck, he hugged you tightly against him, still inside of you, you both regained your breaths slowly. You caressed his sweaty back and he seemed to purr in your ear

“Fuck you are so sweet baby” he murmured. One of the things you enjoyed most about him was that he was a cuddler, he loved the contact after sex. He dropped lazy kisses along your jaw and cheek,  nuzzling the skin with his nose

“Negan” you whispered, wanting to drift to sleep even though it was still a gray light outside

“You ok?” he asked against your ear, you just nodded, “That was intense” 

“It was amazing,” you whispered. He slowly took himself off of you. You winced when you felt his cock slip off of you, his cum trickling down your thighs. The sensation didn’t last long, he was there, grabbing you and encouraging you to sneak under the covers. He was still dressed, but that didn’t matter, he spooned you, making you feel safe and comfortable between his strong arms. He kissed the top of your head and led you to a dreamless sleep. 

“Negan…” he mumbled, oh how much he loved the fear he inspired in his… subjects

“Hey doc” he followed with his eyes the young woman that left the consult bowing her head in his direction. He waited until she completely left the medical room and closed the door behind her, “I’m glad you are finding yourself at home” he smiled at him

“I’m glad I’m here, you know I’m an obstetrician and this girls… need help”

“I’m happy to know saviors are reproducing” he said, genuinely pleased, “speaking of which” the doctor then eyed him suspiciously, “One of my wives, but she’ll tell you otherwise… is going to come here, asking you for a day-after pill” he said slowly and in a dangerous whisper, not losing for a second his intimidating eye contact

“Ok…” he muttered

“You are going to give her a fake” he said gravelly

“I don’t understand…she is going to ask for a contraceptive pill, and you want me to give her a placebo? a fake?”

“See, doc? you are smart” he chuckled, placing his hand on the man’s shoulder and squeezing dangerously

“You want her to get pregnant?” Negan gave him a serious look, the one that made the doc shiver

“Do you get my meaning?” he asked then, he nodded

“Yes Sir” he then smiled, pleased

“If you give her the real deal, I will know” he muttered, swinging Lucille until she perched on his shoulder 

“Ok Sir” he mumbled, nodding

“We need to repopulate the earth” he said matter-of-factly, “That is the course of nature after all”

next part here

[buggee22]

hi hi ur art is so delicious i'm eating it for dinar esp ur toby n ej <3 have u ever drawn liu before? i'm curious what ur interpretation of him is,,,

Thank you sm!! (sorry for leaving this for actual decades))

I cant believe I haven’t posted my take on him anywhere besides tiktok,,,these sketches are also almost a year old I will draw him again sometime!

I will ramble on for a bit here because I used to think about him a lot!

After the Jeff incident + recovering physically,,

The part of him that consumed all of the hatred, anger, murderous intent over what Jeff did was Sully, a personality he created in order to (albeit poorly) deal with the former events. (I think of it like in moonknight w mark and Steven)

His main goal would be finding his brother and getting revenge for both the loss of his parents, his little brother, and all of Jeff’s innocent victims due to whatever ‘evil’ resides within Jeff.

Liu is constantly battling with his feelings on putting an end to Jeff’s madness/crimes, however, he still sees his younger brother within him. Someone who Liu can’t bring himself to harm.

Liu carries A LOT of guilt and regret for not being able to help Jeff, he thinks it’s his fault that things escalated to this point.

(which is absolutely not true, but he doesn’t see it that way) It hurts him to still not be able to finish things or have any sort of resolution.

Sully is somewhat the “barrier” that protects him from completely falling apart. Liu and Sully are pretty much two different people with different memories/emotions/reactions etc.

Sully on the other hand gladly would inflict pain upon Jeff and any other poor victims he may come across. He isn’t entirely deranged however, he’s very calculated in his killings and quite skilled combat wise.

Both of them are in love with Susan. The nurse who took care of them after the incident. She is also aware of both Liu and Sully and cares for them both as different people. She obviously doesn’t condone Sully’s actions however and is present enough to prevent some harm coming to innocent people.

I believe I’ve rambled on enough for now but if anyone is ever curious about more lore I have for any pasta I’d be so glad to share!

Thank you again for your message! <3

[howaboutcastiel]

How Do I Ask? (Marc Spector x F!Reader)

[18+] VERY NSFW PLEASE GO AWAY CHILDREN [18+]

Summary: Marc is usually the one to initiate sex. At this point, the reader doesn’t even know how to seduce him (it usually doesn’t require any effort). When the reader wants a change of pace from him, though, she must deal with the conundrum of being the one to make the first move. 

Word Count: 5.4k

Based on an anon request! Lots of love to that mystery person <3 I took some… liberties with the plot. Reader is my body type so sorry skinny gals and NB/FTM babes.

Content: Smut, Like a lot of smut, porn-IS-the-plot kinda smut. Protected sex (we’re not getting pregnant in THIS economy). Oral (M), roughness, a little bit of angst but it's horny angst. Oops there's 2k words of foreplay you can skip that if you want.

You loved the way that your boyfriend Marc made love to you. His gentleness, his selflessness, and even his patience was completely unmatched. Whenever the two of you found yourself in his bed—or his couch, or his shower, or the backseat of his car, or even his kitchen table—you knew that he was there to take care of you. It was such a warm, wholesome feeling that you never wanted to live without. 

That being said…

Sometimes you longed for something… rougher. Sure, you enjoyed yourself when you had sex with Marc. Hell, he made sure that you always enjoyed yourself, often putting your needs before his own. That’s just the kind of man that he is. But there was only so much gentleness you could take. Only so much of Marc holding himself back. You knew the kind of man he was when he was out in the world. The brutal, cunning, ruthless, deranged warrior that he tried too hard to shake off when he came through your door each night. 

Sometimes you wanted that man. 

You wanted him to fuck you into the mattress so hard you couldn’t walk the next day. For him to grab you by the throat and use your body for whatever his liking. You longed for the roughness, for you to know that he’s not holding anything back. You knew of his secret, raw, semi-sadistic darker desires. You could see them in his eyes when he looked at you sometimes. God, how you wanted to fulfill those needs. In many ways, you would be fulfilling your own at the same time. 

But you didn’t know how to ask. Marc was very averse to the idea of hurting you. Of taking advantage of you. Of scaring you. You didn’t know how to explain to him that that was exactly what you wanted from him. You longed for every single part of him, including the part that wished to treat you like a piece of meat after a long day of doing Khonshu’s bidding. You were just as attracted to his cold vigilante power complex as you were to his undying need to protect you from it. 

You didn’t know how to say that, though. 

It was just past 7:30 when Marc walked through the door to your now-shared apartment. This was the first time you’d ever moved in with a boyfriend. Marc was a lot of firsts for you, in fact. You could tell as soon as he entered the room that he was too tired to go prowl the streets in his Moon Knight suit. He was practically already turned in for the night as he drew in a breath and smelled your delicious cooking waft from the stove. 

“Hey, honey,” His voice was husky and low, indicating that he was hiding a bit of stress from his day. You knew him this well by now. You didn’t turn to face him as he approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your back and planting his chin on your shoulder. A gentle kiss found its way to your cheek, followed by a soft groan from him. “What you cooking? It smells delicious.”

“Bolognese.” You turned your head so that his second kiss found your lips, only a tiny bit stronger than the first. He held you like you were a fragile thing, delicate and priceless. You wanted to ask him to hug you tighter; you wanted to feel his strength against you. “Go wash up, baby. It’ll be ready pretty soon.”

He hummed into your ear as he dropped his hands, stopping to pinch your ass on his way toward the guest bathroom. That was about as much teasing as Marc was willing to do. Respecting your boundaries was his number one priority when it came to your love. He would never do anything to risk running you off; he couldn’t bear to lose you. Sure, he would initiate sex just about every time you had it, but he would never, ever touch you without explicit consent. 

You knew that made him a wonderful man that you were lucky to have. But sometimes you wanted the other side of him. The so-called monster. The killer. 

“Do you want me to set the table?” His voice startled you from your thoughts. You were feeling particularly racy tonight; you couldn’t put your finger on why. But you knew, the more his voice trickled into your ears, gruff and sultry as ever, that you were practically in heat. You were going to have to ask him to do something. You needed him. The other side of him. 

You needed him bad. But God, how could you ask?

“That would be great, babe.” If only you could just make it through dinner. Just ten or fifteen minutes of small-talk. You could use the time to rack your brain for some way to convince him. To make him lose himself in you. He looked like he could be in the perfect mood. He was just slightly stressed, maybe a bit unhinged, but ever-so-slightly too tired to use what was pent up to do any real violence tonight. He wouldn’t go out and break anything tonight. Maybe you could convince him to break you. 

Just get through dinner first.  

He planted another kiss on your cheek as he slid behind you to the cupboard where your good china was kept. Marc had an unspoken rule about eating your home-cooked meals; he would never cheapen the experience with cheap dinnerware. He appreciated the wholesome domesticity that you helped cultivate for him. It was something he hadn’t experienced in nearly three decades. There was no way in hell he wasn’t going to do everything in his power to let you know how much it meant to him. 

You had to restrain yourself from scarfing down your meal in record time. Marc raised his eyebrow at the way you held your fork. He couldn’t decide if you were scared of it or if you were so ravenous that you couldn’t fathom the meal. He made little noises as he ate from his own bowl. Partly to show you how much he enjoyed the food, partly to drive you crazy with his teasing moans and grunts. You looked so cute when you blushed at him, he couldn’t help himself. 

But once dinner was finally over, the teasing halted where it normally would move forward. Marc would usually start by being just a bit too handsy with you, testing the waters to see if you were okay with moving forward at that moment. He would plant tiny kisses on your exposed skin, not even anywhere too cheeky. He would kiss the back of your hand, or your cheek, or even your forehead before he got the indication that you were in a sexual mood, but he always made it clear that he was asking.

Not tonight. 

Tonight you watched as he plopped down on the creaky old sofa, clicking the TV to some rugby game between two teams you barely knew the names of. He seemingly took no notice as you sat down beside him, still unsure of how to communicate to him your burning need. And by now, burning was quite literal as you felt the familiar heat pooling under your belly. You ran a hand through his hair and he absentmindedly leaned into your touch. He wrapped an arm around your torso, holding you to his side as his eyes never moved from the screen. 

Is something wrong? He almost always wants sex. Especially when you have so much free time in one night. He must be feeling really exhausted. Hell, could he be sick or something? Maybe you were wrong about the signals he was sending before. 

You planted a hesitant kiss on his neck, feeling to make sure he wasn’t feverish. It was silly, but he never paid so little attention to you. Or at least it felt that way. In reality, he wasn’t acting much different than normal, but your overdriven senses couldn’t function when all they perceived was that he wasn’t worked up for you. You were going to have to get him hot and bothered on your own. 

Your face nuzzled into his neck, you couldn’t see the cunning smile creep across his face. He’d known, to some extent at least, what was up with you the moment he came home. He had felt you leaning into his touch as you cooked dinner, had watched you blush and space out as you all but ignored the dinner you had worked so hard to make for him. It certainly wasn’t that he didn’t want you tonight; he wanted you now more than he ever did. But he couldn’t keep himself from playing dumb, intrigued by your unusual desire for him painted so plainly on your pitiful face. He wanted to see how you would try to initiate this. 

Of course, he didn’t know everything. You still would need to tell him exactly what you wanted, how differently you wanted him tonight. 

You were getting frustrated now. He made no movement against you as you ran your fingers through the curly locks of his hair. His hand was still against your side, barely touching your skin even as your lips began to ravage his neck. Marc had to stifle a chuckle as you made a near-silent noise of discontent. You were gonna have to do better than that. 

Impatient, you finally took his chin in your hand, lightly jerking his head over so that he was facing you. You pushed your lips against his, aggressively working them open with your tongue. God, what had gotten into you? 

He smiled against you as he turned his body to you, running his hands up and down your arms as you lightly tugged on his hair. A choked moan escaped his lips as you pulled at a particularly sensitive spot on his scalp, and he swallowed hard before pulling his mouth away from yours.

“Why so excited?” You chased his lips as they parted from you. The growing impatience you felt was enough to help you express your need. You snaked one hand down to his chest, lightly squeezing the skin as he pulled his arm loosely up around your neck.

“I need… something.” The words could barely make it out of your mouth. You were breathless, blinded by your own ambition and the fucking sexy man in front of you. As you looked at him, you saw the darkness that you craved so desperately. You also saw the familiar gentleness threatening to creep over him, ruining what you had planned. 

“Okay. You’ve gotta be more specific than that.” There was still that hint of the unhinged man. The one who operated on instinct. On anger. You had to hold onto that man. But you could hardly feel your hands.

“I need you, Marc. So bad. Need you right now.”

“Honey, you always have me. You know that.” A smile crept across his face. His eyes were growing softer, pushing anger through your body. You had to force the gentleness away.

“No.”

“Hmm? I’m right here for you. I’ll take good care of you.”

“I don’t want that!” The words spilled out of your mouth in a petulant whine. Marc’s eyes widened, confused and maybe a little offended. He swallowed hard before he chose his next words. You felt yourself blush, ashamed by your impatience and lack of communication.

“What do you want, then?” You took a deep breath, trying to hold your head up so that you were looking down at him. Your attempt at domineering wasn’t working too well, but you were going to get your point across. You were all but soaking through your pants, he was going to give everything you needed from him. 

“The other you. The one you try to hide from me, Marc. I want it rough. You’re always so scared of hurting me. I want you feel you hold me down.”

“Oh… wow. Honey—” God, those fucking soft eyes again. You couldn’t have that. You’d made it too far for that. 

“Let me finish. I know you’re scared to hurt me. I know you think you’re gonna scare me away. Listen to me. I want you to be rough with me. I don’t want you to hold anything back. I need this. And you need it to. You’ve got to let yourself go for me, please.”

You watched it all flash across his face. Surprise, then worry, then confusion. Then contemplation, then fear, then intrigue. Finally, you saw what was unmistakably a look of decision. Then you watched as that softness melted away, replaced by something else entirely.

And it looked so fucking good. 

In one neat motion, Marc swept you up off of the couch, carrying you bridal-style to the bedroom and wasting no time. You breathed a silent sigh of victory, enamored by the way he looked like part of him had been waiting for your request since the moment you met. He didn’t care that his hair had fallen into his face as he moved you effortlessly onto your silk queen-size sheets. It was so easy for him, and you weren’t exactly a small woman. How much of his strength was he really holding back?

“You’re so beautiful.” He purred, pulling himself on top of you. He took in the sight of you, hair sprawled out against the mattress and face already delirious with lust. Your breath hitched at the way he held over you, his Magen David necklace dangling but an inch from your lips. The softness still lingered; he looked at you with such gentleness. He wasn’t letting go all the way.

“C’mon baby. Don’t get all lovey-dovey on me. Take your frustrations out.” You tried to pull him down onto you, but he was steady in his balance. He didn’t budge as you took a fistful of his shirt, hesitant to take your words at face value. Marc didn’t want to break you. “I’ll be okay. I promise. Please, Marc. Let it all out.”

Nothing. He didn’t move. You were beyond impatient now. 

You wrapped both arms around his neck, pulling him down with the full force of your weight. He sucked in a breath as his balance was broken by your endeavor, forced to re-situate himself on his forearm as the bed braced your frame once again. He seemed annoyed by your show of force, but he was starting to take your begging for what it was. You wanted him to break you apart. To use you up until there hardly was anything left. What kind of man would he be if he wouldn’t indulge your one deepest desire?

“If you’re sure that this is what you want…” He studied your face as he trailed off, hoping desperately that he wasn’t making a big mistake. There was no sign of hesitence; your mind was made up. You wanted it. “You can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Enough talk.” You trailed your hand down his chest. His eyes were darkening again. “If you don’t touch me right now I’m gonna go fucking insane.”

With that, he pressed his weight down into you, his lips melting into yours as he braced the side of your head with one of his calloused hands. You wrapped your arms around his chest, digging your nails into the thin cotton between his shoulder blades. Something in his body language shifted as you tried to grind up against him. Something you’d never felt before washed over him. 

He pulled away just far enough for you to tug his shirt up. There was an almost feral look in his eyes and the mere sight of him brought a moan deep from your chest. He smiled at the sound, satisfied at how easy you were to rile up. 

“Turn around.” The order was far unlike anything he’d ever said to you. He didn’t coo, didn’t coax you to turn over with gentle massages and pecks to your throat. Marc looked mad with delight as you felt yourself blush at the tone of his voice. You complied without a second thought, heat rushing somewhere else besides the flush across your cheeks. 

You sat with your back to him as he leaned off of you, wondering why he chose this position when you felt more than fine under him before. You stared at the headboard as you heard him shuffling behind you, not daring to move from where he’d ordered you to be. 

Marc wrapped his arms around your torso, pressing your back against his chest and groping your breasts through the fabric of your shirt. He sucked a few spots down your neck, much more distant and hungry than the way he normally worshipped your throat. He guided your arms up with his hands, not using much force but domineering nonetheless. In less than a second, your shirt was off of your body, tossed aside to where his own laid in the corner of the room. 

The clasp of your bra took even less time to unhook. He was good at that; better than you were sometimes. You stifled a gasp as the cool air hit your chest, but he replaced his hand in time to save a chill from running up your front. 

“Be good for me.” It wasn’t until the mattress creaked as he stepped off the bed that you realized why he’d asked you to sit like this. You barely had time to process it before a feverish hand found it’s way to the back of your head. Marc grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling hard enough that you could gather he was leading you to lie down. 

When you were barely an inch from making contact with the bed, he wrapped his hands around the tops of your arms, pulling you hard so that your head dropped off the foot of the bed. You sucked in a hiss at the strength of his grasp on your skin, instinctively pulling your own hands up to cup the back of his palms. He looked at you with just a tinge of concern. 

“Too much?”

“Oh. God, no.” This was exactly what you meant. Use me. Till there’s nothing left. 

Marc was wearing nothing but his boxers now, his erection more than evident through the thin layer of cotton. He ran his hand along your bare chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps as you tried to grasp at him with your upside-down view. Too disoriented to find his skin with any accuracy, you dropped your hands back down to your sides, defeated. He removed one of his hands, using it to pull his length out from the fabric. 

Oh, fuck. You didn’t know what you were in for. 

He started off slow as he pushed into your mouth. Your neck felt stiff from the awkward angle, and your obstructive view made you uncomfortable. It didn’t matter, though, because his initiative was driving you fucking wild. You couldn’t help yourself from moving one hand to the band of your pants, pushing up under the fabric to rub at your clit. 

You didn’t make it there, though. A firm grasp found its way around your wrist, forcing your hand back down to your side. You couldn’t see the look on Marc’s face, but you could hear the scoff that fell from his mouth as he held your arm flat against the sheets. 

“Not yet.” He murmured, giving you an unspoken warning. He forced himself deeper into your throat. You tried your hardest to relax your jaw and steady your breath. All you wanted was to see the drunken look on his face. To watch his mouth fall open as he felt your throat stretch around him. That would make the struggle for breath more worthwhile. 

You could only hear as a filthy groan spilled from his lips. His grip tightened on your breast, sending a wave of pain through you and causing your breath to hitch against your will. He gasped at the tightening of your throat, his hips stilling for one excruciating moment. You expected him to pull out when a choked sputtering forced its way through your lips, but he only persisted in his previous rhythm. 

Use me. You couldn’t make yourself regret the request. 

“That pretty mouth.” There was nothing for you to do but lay still as he slowly, deeply fucked your mouth. As much as this wasn’t what you’d had in mind for tonight, your arousal only grew with each groan and low whine from his lips. You took your lack of vision as an opportunity to lose yourself in the noise, finding a rhythm in your breathing to effortlessly match his thrusts. 

After a few minutes, Marc pulled away. It surprised you, lulling you from your trance and drawing attention to your other senses. You lifted your head tentatively, massaging your neck to soothe the roughness in your throat. You rolled over enough to face right-side up again, taking in the image of him struggling for breath. 

“So fucking good.” He scrunched his eyes shut in an attempt to steady himself. You allowed the blood to rush down from your head as you let him sort himself out. He still seemed like he was holding something back. 

He leaned forward to kiss you, kneeing his way onto the bed. Marc was savoring the way his cock had ravaged your mouth, leaving your lips cracked and dry and reminding him of who your body really belonged to right now. You didn’t fight him as he forced your lips apart, licking the taste of himself off of your poor, abused mouth. 

You were trying so hard to be patient. Every move he made just made you wetter and more delirious. All you wanted was some friction, some sweet relief from the tension building up inside you. This was where you hoped the roughness would work in your favor. 

“So good.” He kept repeating the phrase. More unhinged moans found their way up from his chest. You knew he could be much colder than this, but he cared too much about you to give it his all. At the end of the day, his pleasure was dependent on yours. You still hadn’t convinced him that you truly wanted everything he had to offer, cold or not. 

“Please, baby,” You heard the words exit your mouth before they even made it through your brain. Pressing into him harder, you desperately tried to grind your aching cunt against his knee. You just needed friction. You needed force. You needed him. 

A guttural moan was his response to your cry. You wanted him so bad. He was finally starting to get the picture. Marc leaned back off of the bed, just enough to pull his boxers off completely. You hated the fact that your bottom half was still fully clothed. Marc was starting to hate that fact just as much, desperate to bury himself inside you. 

“Take them off.” He only gestured at your pants with his eyes, but there was no mistaking what he meant. You scrambled to pull the tight denim down from your thighs, cursing your curvy hips though they drove your boyfriend insane. Finally you forced the fabric down past your calves, frustratedly adding the jeans to the pile in the corner. Marc had moved from the foot of the bed, now scrambling through the bedside table for a condom. That thought gave you some relief, because you knew what it meant was going to be happening next. 

“Can you lay on your stomach?” He asked as he rolled the latex down over his length. Contrary to his words, there was no asking in his tone. It was casual, borderline cold. The way a bartender might ‘ask’ to see your ID. You turned to lay on your front, craning your neck to watch his movements until he left your line of sight. 

You felt the dip of the mattress as he crawled on top of you, snaking two fingers under the hand of your panties and yanking them down. The show of force sent another wave of heat to your practically dripping core. Your eyes squeezed shut and you gasped sharply as his hand came down roughly on your skin. 

He grabbed a proper fistful of your ass, pinching the skin with no regard for the pain that shot through you. God, this was exactly what you wanted. A choked groan erupted from your lips, scratching against the inside of your hoarse throat. 

“So wet for me.” You heard the sly grin in his voice as he slid his index finger up your core. He stopped just short of your clit, causing you to grind down into the sheets in a silent beg for more. The beating of your heart rang in your ears, juxtaposed by his devious noises of pleasure. 

Pulling you up by your thighs, he pushed into you without any further warning. You held onto the sheets for dear life, squeezing the silk in your fists as he bottomed out forcefully. Again, you wished that you could watch his face, see him beading with sweat as expletives fell from his mouth with no forethought. You could see his calloused hand on the mattress beside you, veins pulsing as he too abused the sheets with his fist. 

He set an average pace as he made a pattern of his movements, thrusting into deep before pulling out nearly all the way. You needed more from him. 

“God! Babe—” You couldn’t get the words out of your mouth. Pressing your forehead into the sheets, you racked your brain for some kind of way to tell him you needed more. His hips sputtered at your little pet name. He moved his hand over the back of yours, interlocking your fingers and effectively holding you still. 

“C’mon.” Words were lost in your jumbled brain. 

“What’s that?” Marc spoke with clarity despite the ecstasy that his body was feeling. You clenched around him as he squeezed your hand, causing him to falter in his rhythm for just one small moment. There, you finally gathered a single clear thought. 

“Faster.” The word took his breath from him. Part of Marc already thought that he was being too rough with you. Hysterical whimpers escaped your lips as he stilled his hips. You pushed backward into him as forcefully as you could, maddened by the absence of his movements. 

“You sure?” The hesitation was still there. That god-forsaken softness, that fear that he would shatter you, leave you destroyed. You were sick and tired of that caring little voice. That gentleness that polluted his soul, restrained his movements, and forced him away. 

“Yes. Now!” You cursed the strength of his that held you back from grinding up into him. Why couldn’t he use all that force to ruin you? Why couldn’t he get it through his head? “Fucking—please!”

It finally clicked. The lightbulb turned on in his head. 

You were desperate for him. For him. Not for pleasure, not for care. For him. All of him. The very deepest parts of him. The ones that hurt, the ones that caused hurt, the ones that didn’t care either way. You needed every part of him. You needed them to ruin you. 

Your desperate moan was nearly a scream as he finally resumed his pace. Obliging your request, he set his rhythm faster than before, still just slow enough to use all the force he started with, bottoming out perfectly with each thrust. 

You could feel that he’d finally snapped. There was no holding him back as he rammed into you with brute force. The room was filled with the most filthy of sounds, skin slapping skin and unhinged moans and gasps riddling the air. Most everything from your lips came out in broken, indiscernible sobs. Music to your ears, Marc was much better at voicing his thoughts. 

“God, baby. So fucking tight. Feels so—fucking—good.” The words sounded like praise, and you guessed that they were in some way, but they spilled from his mouth without any deliberation or restraint. He wasn’t saying those things for your sake. He was feeling them. A prettier sound couldn’t befall your ears, as none existed. 

Your orgasm grew in your gut at an unmatchable speed. You always finished when you had sex with Marc, but this was primal, out of both of your controls. The pleasure forced itself through your core, sending electricity up and down your body, paralyzing you. Your moans grew in frequency, emphasized by each of his thrusts. You pulsed around him, uncontrollably chasing the high. 

He wasn’t far behind you. Marc’s rhythm began to falter as you tightened and relaxed repeatedly. You reached your peak with a whimpering cry, his name mashed between expletives as pleasure ripped through your spine. Within seconds, he was spilling his load. His hand was tight enough on yours to leave a bruise or two. 

Air struggled to reach your lungs as he slowly pulled away. You collapsed forward, not bothering to stop the drool pooling at your mouth. As the stars began to fade from your vision, you became blissfully aware of every nerve in your body. 

You were fucking destroyed. Your lips, your throat, your hands, your ass. Your legs were sore from holding you at the awkward angle, forced to brace the weight of Marc’s thrusts. You doubted you would be able to walk or sit comfortably when morning came. Oddly enough, the thought brought you more amusement than turmoil and you swallowed your pride, feeling the raw pain catch in your throat. You hoped the bruises would be visible tomorrow. 

“Fuck.” Marc’s voice was all but ravaged. You turned your head to finally take in his own ruined form. His hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his face, curls framing his eyes with a captivating shape. His chest rose and fell with spent exhaustion, rapidly trying to coax him back to his resting heart rate. You watched in delight as the sweat fell from his neck, glistening against his flushed olive-toned skin. You ran a lazy hand over the peck closest to you, relishing the sound of his breath hitching at the contact. 

This was what letting go looked like. 

When Marc finally opened his eyes, he met your gaze without a second thought. All the gentleness had returned to his face, but you couldn’t be upset by that now. Everything was perfect. You could let him care for you now. 

“I love you.” You couldn’t hear the words come from your mouth, but you knew from the look on his face that Marc had received them. He seemed confused, the phrase very much out of place after what he’d just done to you. 

“Did I hurt you?” There was worry dripping from his gaze. 

“Oh… of course.” A smile grew on your lips. His brow furrowed as you gave a soft, broken laugh. “And I’m fucking glad that you did.”

“You’re insane.” He rolled his eyes, leaning into your touch. The tug of sleep began to threaten your sight. 

“That makes two of us.”

“Hey!” He couldn’t argue with you. His own smile revealed his beautiful teeth. Elation took him over, making him almost giddy. “I guess that’s fair.”

“Hmm.”

“I love you, too.”

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Not adding my normal tag list but I AM tagging @rmoonstoner <3

Thanks to beta readers @buttercuppatea @moonmoonboys

[atopvisenyashill]

Okay, so I just found out that apparently Alysanne was going to be Maegor's child in the original draft and I'm like what?! We were robbed! Like can you imagine the total irony of the most beloved queen being the daughter of the cruelest king? Why the hell would GRRM change this?

I haven't been getting notifications for my messages and i'm livid because I ALSO FEEL SO ROBBED OF THIS. It makes jaehaerys and alysanne infinitely more interesting to me - running off to incest marry the king that deposed your own murderous father, winning over the smallfolk by being really good at politics and making changes that actively affect their livelihood like abolishing prima noctus, the reaction to her at maidenpool being that she and her baby are "abominations", needing Jonquil Darke to protect her, building this huge family with this great king only for him to start forcing dangerous pregnancy after dangerous pregnancy on her, when he knows that's a sore spot because aly watched maegor rape half his wives to death and jaehaerys' own mother died in childbirth, Alysanne's deranged issues with projecting her childhood onto her daughters, until the daughter of the abomination is known as Good Queen Aly and the once beloved heir to Aenys is only ever known as the Old King Jaehaerys because ALY is the one that has always been good while Jaehaerys spent years showing everyone he may be kind to the smallfolk but he's just as tyrannical and monstrous to his family as Maegor ever was like IT'S DELICIOUS.

It also adds this insane level to the Alyssa-Rhaena-Alysanne relationship, like Alyssa attempting to protect young Alysanne without usurping her own daughter's claim, Rhaena growing resentful because Alysanne can escape Maegor's shadow by marrying the brother that should have been RHAENA'S to become Queen while Rhaena just drifts from home to home unable to cast off the taint that Maegor and Aenys and Aegon the Uncrowned have put on her, Alysanne watching in horrified silence as Rhaena chews Rogar out for putting Alyssa through a risky pregnancy while Jaehaerys is suspiciously silent, it's all just so delightfully fucked up.

I think he changed that aspect because he wanted to go deeper into the blood magic babies, the weird dragon babies, and Targaryen infertility issues, which is fair, but damn we really lost the superior story line because of that!

[ninapi]

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Premise: When someone doesn't know you exist is your sole source of comfort, things can't get a bit weird. In Christmas day things are better for everyone, including Geto Suguru.

Word Count: 2717

Note: Merry xmas everyone! 🫶🏻🎄☃️

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A wondering soul that feeds on human filth. That’s the way he would describe himself, especially on nights like this.

The night sky was murky, not a single star in the sky and it looked like it would snow any time now.

He’s had to swallow three curses today and the negative toll in his body could be noticed a mile away.

His thoughts had been very chaotic as of late and he barely even sleeps.

All he thinks about is how awful this world is and how it’d be better if curses didn’t exist, but not even the strongest sorcerer would be able to wipe them all clean, as more grow out of humans every day.

Humans must be the problem, why must they be so evil and hateful, why are they always so depressed and anxious? If they were sorcerers the world wouldn’t be this bad, is their fault for not being able to use curse energy but create it and let it out of control. 

Useless, useless humans.

On his way back to the academy Suguru stopped by a cafe that looked like it was about to close.

He needed something bitter, something that would kill that disgusting taste out of his mouth.

The only worker left in said cafe was a girl that appeared to be about his age, probably a part-timer, even in the dark her beautiful rounded eyes and shining smile were a sight for sore eyes.

She took his order and headed to the back to prepare it herself as the rest of her coworkers had headed home for the night. When she came back with his order though, it wasn’t at all what he had ordered, “I’m sorry, I’m actually not a barista so making a hand dripped seasonal coffee isn’t in my skill set, but my parents say I’m very good at making hot chocolate and since it’s so cold outside today, I thought maybe what you needed was just something warm and sweet? Maybe I read the situation wrong but I hope you like it nonetheless, you don’t have to pay me or anything!” she had even done a cute snowman print on the top of the foam for his drink and he couldn’t help but smile.

A nice ending to such an awful day.

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There’s a reason why Suguru doesn’t sleep well, the nightmares hunt him, some aren’t even related to his life, the overconsumption of curses has been doing some damage in his mental stability and he is even afraid of his own shadow at times.

He still hates humanity, he’s this deranged all because of them. 

All except that one sweet girl from the coffee shop down second avenue, she’s an angel.

He wished he at least knew her name, but he wasn’t proactive enough to even ask.

In nights like this, where his nightmares keep coming back over and over again doesn’t matter how many times he’d wake up in the middle of them, all that would ground him to reality was the thought of her smile.

He’d imagine him walking over from behind, surprising her with a soft warm hug. Wrap his scarf around the two of them so she wouldn’t be able to escape his love. 

He’d imagine her making more of that hot chocolate that was oh so delicious and completely wiped out the taste of death from his mouth.

Even better, he’d imagine her kissing the hot chocolate into his mouth.

While he was not able to sleep even with such comforting thoughts, at least the nightmares would go away.

But this night in particular he just didn’t seem to be able to snap out of it, he’d talk to his pillow like it was you, holding it close to his body, sweet talking it to its death as it has now been reduced to mush and it’s in his trashcan after a wave of reality made him seen the pillow for what it was.

So next morning he was just not able to control himself anymore, he had to see her, he had to look into those beautiful eyes up close, even if it was for a second he needed to hear her lovely voice, sniff the same air that came out of her mouth while greeting customers, he needed to be in the same space as her, even if he didn’t dare to come closer.

He learned your name was (Y/N) after one of your coworkers yelled at you after spilling some coffee on the counter and burning a customer’s hand. He wanted nothing more than to burn his face with the same coffee just so he would scream in pain. How dare he yell at someone as precious as you? That scum, of course, he had to be human…

That day he also learned you don’t work there every day and that you’re in school too. You were reading some cards while there were no customers ordering, like a good girl. Such a lovely dedicated young woman, you had to be a saint for sure, a goddess probably.

And with an all time high, he left the shop without you even noticing he was there.

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In all truth, he thought seeing you for real once more would put an end to this tightness of his chest. He was fully conscious of how creepy he was being and how unreasonable it was to be feeling so many things for a complete stranger, but things were very difficult for him. 

He was lonely, sad, stressed. A huge turmoil was building up inside of him as days went by and you were the only positive thing inside that mind of his.

Hence, he held into the thought of you so tightly that at some point he stopped having nightmares completely. All he would dream about was of that lovely face of yours and how you would live with him in this beautiful world without regular humans and curses.

But he forgot something crucial.

You were very much one of them, a human, nothing more.

And the realization of that hit him hard on the face when Friday came around, the day to drop by the cafe and creep on you without anybody noticing.

Just that this Friday was different. 

A pesky curse was touching you in a nasty way, almost as if it was fondling you.

Of course you couldn’t see it, nor feel it really, but distress was clear on your face the entire time he was there. 

He had to do something, he couldn’t allow that disgusting thing to keep its hands on his precious babe. 

But what if eating said curse tasted like you?

A sudden need to get it into his array of curses rose in his chest sending him to spiral into a very unexpected ride that left him panting and whimpering on his seat, traumatizing a child that was sitting on a table close by.

He was creeping himself out at this point, but the thought of you was the only thing that kept him away from total insanity, and he needed to get that thing off of you, was the least he could do after all you’ve done for him, even if you had no clue of what that was.

But he didn’t know how to get it off without you noticing, he had to develop a plan quickly. And so he remained hidden on an alleyway close to the shop waiting for you to leave for the day.

Once you did, you looked miserable. Staying all day watching you like a hawk made him realize you weren’t the happy goddess he thought you were but a normal human. The same coworker that yelled at you last time kept harassing you all day and to make it worse someone called you in your break and he could hear you sobbing from where he was hidden. It was now clear to him that curse was actually coming out of you, it wasn’t something that got attached but rather created by you. An awful realization as he saw how not even his pure angel was free from the disgusting nature of human kind.

You were stressed and sad and that made this weak pesky curse to come out. He wanted to do more for you than just exterminating the flower of doom that blossomed from your distress, he knew that wouldn’t really make all that was bugging you to go away, but was all he could do. He couldn’t really just talk to you after all.

He had been so hooked up with the entire situation that he hadn’t noticed today was Christmas Day. Apparently to you that was a big thing and for the look on your face probably the plans had been cancelled earlier. 

The curse noticed him following them and kept taunting him by touching you in a suggestive manner as if making fun of him, it was irritating to say the least but he couldn’t just send one of his big curses to chase it away, it could get you harmed and that’s the last thing he wants.

He had to get close and he didn’t know what to do. 

Lost in his thoughts he didn’t realize you had stopped walking, making him bump onto your back. The drink you were holding, a Christmas present given to all employees at the cafe, falling into the snow. “Oh, I’m so sorry miss. Are you ok? I was just so distracted I didn’t see you there…” of course he saw you, he’s been following you for hours, but it wasn’t entirely a lie.

“It’s ok, don’t worry. I don’t even drink tea anyways…not like they would know that at my workplace, they don’t care enough for that…” the last part came out as nothing but a whisper but he heard it. He knows you’ve been struggling at work and most likely at home too, but of course he couldn’t really say anything about it.

“How about I buy you something you do like in exchange?” 

“That’s not necessary really…today is Christmas Day I’m sure you have something better to do than buy a stranger a drink.” oh but there was nothing he’d rather do than to breathe the same air as you, this was already the best Christmas he’s ever had. Again, something he couldn’t tell you.

“Not really, I was going to go out with my school friends but they’re all busy so they cancelled it. Have nothing better to do. But if you do, I understand, I can give you the mon-“ you stopped his babbling before he continued, truth is, you were feeling very lonely and the thought of not going to your empty house this early was lovely. “I-I don’t…I don't have anything to do either…” your cheeks were tinging red and his liver was pounding in pain at your beauty, an odd feeling I may add.

“Then how about we go to that place over there? Seems designed for cute girls…I bet they have more than tea there.” his nonchalant attitude made his almost flirting banter so smooth it made you even more flustered so you just nodded and walked with him.

“You like chocolate right?” that startled you, was he some kind of stalker? He was, honestly, but you didn’t know that. The moment you saw his face it clicked in your head, that one customer that had to drink your hot cocoa just because you were too slow at closing that night.

“Oh! I knew you looked familiar! And yes, I do love chocolate.” your cute giggles were music to his ears, he was in love wasn’t he? 

“Then lets go get some chocolate. Since that day I kinda became addicted to it too, you were right, you’re definitely a pro at making it.” being with him was making all the sadness and depressive thoughts from your head to go away in such an easy nonintrusive way it was amazing. Of course you had no idea you were doing even more than that for him by just existing in his own space.

“I’m glad you didn’t hate it…I was so nervous!” 

His soft chuckles were so attractive, he was so attractive it was hard to think about how your boyfriend just broke up with you via phone call, on Christmas Day. This is just what you needed. “You should be proud, I’m a man that drinks bitter coffee all the time, and you turned me into a chocolover.” and your secret lover too, but that was better kept hidden for the time being.

The afternoon was fantastic after said encounter.

You went to that pink shop in the new district which was full with other high school girls giggling loudly. He got you a Christmas parfait which was hell more expensive than the stupid tea he dumped on the snow, but filled your heart with excitement.

Seeing you eating it like a child made his heart feel so full he almost forgot about killing the damn curse.

After a lovely stroll by the nearby park he took advantage of how cold you seemed to relive one of the many fantasies he had with you while also killing the curse at the same time, a win-win situation.

He took off half of his scarf and wrapped it around your neck, bringing you impossibly close to him, while you were all flustered and looking like a cute couple Christmas card, he was gathering the disgusting curse in his palm turning it into a little ball and saving it in his pocket. He did more than what he thought he was even allowed to dream of and all he could think about now was about kissing those soft rosy lips of yours. And by the look of you, you were thinking the very same thing. “You know…I was dumped today…I didn’t love him or anything so its fine…but don’t you think it might be you know like…” you sighed afraid of using the words that were hunting your thoughts. “Destiny?” his smug grin was making you shy again but he was right, that’s what you were thinking of, so you just nodded.

“Why were you dating him if you didn’t love him? If I may ask…” you two remained there by a decorated lamp post, wrapped in the warmth of his fuzzy scarf, nearly holding each other though not really touching just yet. “I was just lonely…”

His heart dropped, you were lonely just as he was. The realization that other people might be feeling similar to him, even if it was for different reasons, was oddly comforting.

“I can understand that feeling…But if you ask me, you’ll be better off without that bastard. Who makes a beautiful girl like you sad in Christmas day? I would smack him on the face if he was here..” he really did know how to make you smile, this was so comforting, for both of you, it was like your little heaven made out of snow and Christmas decorations.

“You’re too good to me, Geto-san…” 

“Well you deserve that and more. That smile is way prettier than the frown you had when we met earlier. I would like to see it on your face again. If you’d like to see me again, that is…” he was crossing a line, one he couldn’t back off from. But it wasn’t like it was absolutely necessary for you to know he’s been secretly stalking you for weeks…right…?

“I slipped my phone number in the front pocket of your coat a couple of hours back…” and just like that, this year’s Christmas brought both of you a very unexpected gift.

The gift of hope, the gift of feeling understood and maybe, just maybe a bigger one, the gift of…true love.

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Can you write about Chris Evans goes to a strip club and meet reader, a pole stripper dancer. She gave him her number and hooked up in a random hotel to fuck

What A Girl Wants

A/N: I hope this is what what you wanted! If you liked it let me know. I live for FEEDBACK.

Disclaimer: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional and are no representation or comment of said characters in real life. 

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, sub! kinda, daddy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), dirty talk, nipple play, rough sex, orgasm, P in V

Chris wasn’t particularly a fan of strip clubs. Sure, he liked looking at girls shake their ass but the idea of throwing dollar bills at some father less girl for it seemed icky to him. None the less, if your best bro wants to go to a strip club for his bachelor party then its bro code rule that you must go. 

So here he was, sitting in the corner on a leather bench seat, sipping his beer surveying the scene in front of him. A bunch of girls walking around topless in nothing but a shoelace up their crack. He had to admit he was impressed with the diversity of them all; short, tall, toothpick skinny, voluptuous. 

He was pulled out of his thought when the man of the hour, plumped down next to him “Bro get your ass up shows about to start.”

“What show?” 

“The pole show… rumour is she’s damn flexible.”

“Far out... whatever.”

Chris followed the group to the table smack bang in front of the main stage. Getting comfortable in his seat with a fresh beer, he stretched out curious to see what’s going happen next. 

Freak by Doja Cat started playing over the speaker as the lights dimmed. 

A singular spotlight fell over the gold pole in the centre of the curved platform. 

And there she was… in an outfit that can only be compared to slutty Jessica Rabbit, the lace bra barely covering her erect nipples, matching red boy shorts curved perfectly around her shapely ass. 

She rounded the pole, spinning slowly to the pace of the music. Her calf rounded against the cylinder as she floated above ground. Her eyes landing on his as he instinctively inched closer to the stage. If anyone was looking at him in this moment, he probably looked deranged, tongue peeking out from his pursed lips. The fabric of his jeans tightened as his cock hardened. 

Just when he thought it couldn’t get more erotic, she pressed her ass cheeks against the pole letting the cold metal penetrate her hole, slowly as she slid down arms behind her back. Hair falling over her face as she looked directly in his direction. Men cheered and hooted, but he stayed dead silent as he watched her with darkened eyes.  

Her thick thighs landed gracefully with a slight ripple in a split causing her tits to almost spill out of her top as she crawled towards the edge in his direction. Her breathing ragged, matching his own. He watched her red shiny lips as she mouthed to him 

“Come get a freak like me.” With a small wink only he could of caught. 

Fuck. He had to have her. 

Once her routine had ended and she had moved off the stage, he was quick to move towards the backstage area. 

“Hey buddy you can’t go back here” Quickly stopped by security at the door

“Yeah yeah I know I just want to talk to her.” He tried to shrug the man’s hand off his chest, the one thing preventing him from getting a taste of that delicious pussy. 

“So does everyone pal back up.”

“It’s ok Ricky… I know him.” You reassured your trusty security.

You appeared like a vision still in costume but now he could get a better look at your face. Coated in sweat giving you a glowy sheen. He couldn’t wipe the image of how good you’d look on your knees in front of him. 

“Hey I’m…” his voice desperate it came out almost as mumble. You had THE Captain America nervous.

“I know what you want.” You slipped your hand in his jean pocket and he immediately froze up unsure of what do with your hand so close to his hardened member.

You pulled out his phone

“Password please.” You gave him an innocent smile as he quickly entered in the code and handed it back to you. 

You entered your phone number and put your name in ‘Bunny’ he quickly scanned it. 

“Bunny” he smirked at you

“When do you get off, Bunny?”

“In 10.”

“Good I’ll see you in 20 then.” He walked away clutching his phone like it was his most prized possession.  

“Hey bro, I feel a little off I’m gonna go back to the hotel but have fun yeah?” 

“You’re such a fucking pussy but yeah whatever we’ll probably won’t see you till tomorrow night” the group of men laughed thinking he was missing out on the best night of their lives little did they know he was able to be deep in your glorious pussy.  

He gave a fake laugh “Yeah all good see you then.” He quickly exited the club meeting the cold air. Unlocking his phone, he found your number texting you furiously:

“The Lotus. Room 246. Say you’re there to see Steve. Don’t take off the outfit.”

“Done ;)”  

He walked towards the hotel, eager to get into his room. 

He paced the room with minutes to spare as he heard the knock on the door. Borderline running to answer it he found you in a long coat. He knew what was underneath and he couldn’t wait to rip it off. 

You pushed him back onto the bed, slowly you took off your coat, revealing what was now his favourite outfit of all time. 

You got on your knees in front of him, fumbling with his belt eager to release his growing member. You pulled out his large erect cock, studying the bulbous tip already oozing with precum. You immediately pulled it into your mouth swirling around the tip and releasing it from your lips with a pop. Looking him straight in the eyes.

“Jesus Christ” he groaned. 

You took notice of the neat red ring of lipstick residue that had formed on his cock. Smiling to yourself. 

You then went in taking his whole length down your throat. You intended to make this the sloppiest, dirtiest blow job he’d ever had. He didn’t take his eyes off you as you slurped his length, effortlessly licking and enjoying the taste of his manhood. You were intoxicated but the musty smell of his neatly trimmed bush above the base of his cock in which your nose found a cushion. You palmed his heavy balls in your hand, he groaned as you abandoned his cock for his balls, shoving them both in your mouth letting them feel the inside of your warm mouth. “Fuck yes baby, yeah keep doing that shit.” You stroked his cock while you circled the balls with your tongue. Increasing and decreasing your speed he was on edge unsure of your next move. He moved his hand to the base of your neck, gathering your hair into a pony.

“This ok?”

You let out a weak “uh-huh” the vibration of your approval sending a shiver through his spine. Instantly he pulled hard, fucking your throat. Your eyes started to water as his sheer length penetrated your throat. Your lipstick now smeared around your mouth and mascara dripped down your cheek. Controlling the movement of your head he pulled you off his cock.

“You keep doing that baby I’m gonna cum… on all 4s… now.” You quickly got up, wiping under your eyes, and getting into position. You dared look back to see him undressing, pulling off his shirt. 

He caught you shamelessly admiring his chiselled chest “Head. Down.” Following orders, you put your face into the soft pillow. Pulling you front down so your boobs were smooched against the mattress, ass high in the air ready for him to take you. 

You felt a pause behind you, unsure of what he was doing until you felt his large hands on your ass smooching your cheeks together then apart, playing with the skin and fat that rolled his hands. 

“So beautiful...” 

The soft tender moment was interrupted by the sharp slap on your ass. You could feel the red mark forming. 

“Do it again.”

“What was that baby?”

“Do it again… daddy.”

“Gosh you learn so quickly… good girl.” Another hard slap landed on your ass.

“We don’t need these.”  

He ripped the thin lace from your body, it barely stood a chance against his urgency to have your heat exposed… ready to devour you.

You yearned for his touch and to feel his thick, long member inside of you. Instead, your pussy was met with a warm swipe of his tongue.

He inhaled the scent of your wet cunt already seeping with juices. 

“This is the best pussy I have ever tasted Bunny.” His compliments muffled by his tongue deep in your hole. He assaulted your pussy inching around your swollen clit. 

His hand came up to give it much needed attention, pinching, and rubbing the aching nib. 

“Chris please… I need it.”

“So desperate for me baby.. whats the magic word.”

“Please daddy I want your cock”

“Ok because you asked so nicely”

You felt the sudden fullness of his cock bottoming out on your cervix. His patterned thrusts hitting your g spot every time. 

The feeling of your velvet pussy walls latching onto his cock was like ecstasy to him. Every thrust was measured and precise to optimise your pleasure.

“God, you feel so good baby… so fucking good Bunny”

Choking out moans into the sheets you were overcome with pleasure as his hands roughly gripped your hips, his fingers digging into the thick flesh to give leverage to his raging movements. 

You were so close until you felt the sudden emptiness. 

You whined raising your head to see what had interrupted your pleasure.

“Get on top I wanna see your ass bounce on my cock”

“He laid down next to you and you position your ass towards his face, sliding your wetness down his chest towards his cock.

He grabbed his member, positioning it at your entrance 

“Good now sit.”

You leveraged yourself on his thick thighs bouncing up and down on his cock. Overcome by the new angle yet focused on keeping a steady pace to please the man under you.

You gyrated your hips raising yourself ever so slightly up and down on his cock.

“God this is the best view” his arms crossed behind his head as he raised his hips up to meet yours with ease increasing the pleasure.

He wet a single digit and snaked his hand around your back massaging the outside of your puckered hole. 

“Oh, daddy yeah keep doing that omg”

He readjusted himself, pulling both your weights up as he sat against the headboard. Squeezing your love handles, he gave you the sign to turn around with a slap on your ass. 

Your hair was a mess atop of your head as he spun you around to meet him effortlessly. 

“Come ‘ere gorgeous”

You leaned downwards to meet his face; his beard wet with your mess as you tasted yourself on his tongue. His hands travelled up and down your back coaxing you to come closer. 

You moved your mouth in rhythm with his, savouring your first kiss. 

His mouth travelled down to your jaw, leaving puckered kisses on your neck, sucking lightly on the supple skin more than likely leaving a mark.   

Pulling down your bra to free your tits. 

His mouth finally landed on your left tip taking the nipple into his mouth, he cupped your breast towards his mouth sucking hungrily. He bit the hard nipple roughly watching as your face contorted from pleasure and pain. Moving his head, making sure to give the other breast equal love and affection. 

Your hands pawed through his hair enjoying the friction of his beard against your soft skin. 

“Oh baby”

His hands travelled to your ass lifting you just above the head of his cock, letting gravity guide you back down. 

Over and over, you bounced up and down on his cock.

“Is this why they call you bunny baby.” He smirked up at you

You looked at him through glazed eyes, smiling at the delicious man beneath you. 

“I’m so close daddy”

“Yeah, baby you want to cum?”

“Hmmmm”

“Use your words baby”

“Yes, please daddy”

That was all he needed to grab your waist tighter, ramming into you from below in fast, sudden motions striking your cervix. It wasn’t long until you came undone on his cock, falling into his hard arms, your juices flowing over his cock and on to the sheets below.

“Oh god baby don’t move.”

Your body went limp as he used your wet pussy as a human flesh light. His thrusts became sloppy as he released inside of you, grunting incomprehensible sweet nothings in your ear. 

Sweat formed on his forehead as his whole body finally relaxed into the sheets, his arms wrapped around your petite body, running his hands along your curves.

“Holy shit” He exhaled

you finally found the energy to lift your head up and look at the beautiful man.

“Was it what you expected?”

“Everything and more” he gave you a weary smile 

“Good”

You moved off from him, rolling to the side, preparing to get in the shower and go home. His arm instinctively wrapping around your shoulder pulling you back onto the bed and into his arms. 

“Ya know you can stay the night if you want” he looked at you earnestly.  

“I’d like that”

“Yeah, as long as I get that pussy again in the morning”

“You’ll get a lot more than that Mr Evans.”

With a final peck on your lips, you drifted off to sleep in the lush sheets against his hard chest.