#but for now I will have to settle for frothing at the mouth like any other person every time I remember them

[gottagobuycheese]

“Heewon-ah, what’s the matter—” she barely has the time to say before falling silent. Jung Heewon looks like a mess. Her eyes are bloodshot, her hair windswept, and she is trembling. She is wearing no jacket despite the rain outside.

Instead, she is wearing clothes fit for combat. On her hip hangs a familiar sword. Han Sooyoung would recognize it anywhere. Her pupils tremble as she raises her eyes to meet Jung Heewon’s gaze. It’s pale blue, the color of the sky in summer.

“Sooyoung,” Jung Heewon whispers, and Han Sooyoung can’t help but stare. Are those tears welling in her eyes. “My Sooyoung.”

“I,” she tries to say, because she knows that voice, she knows that tone, and the next thing she knows is Jung Heewon lifting her up in her arms, wrapping her in an embrace so tight it makes her ribs wail. If she was a regular mortal without her constellation status she probably would have broken a bone or few.

“I found you,” Jung Heewon, her Jung Heewon sobs, “I finally found you.”

(excerpt from saying goodbye is death with a thousand cuts by Karelyon)

(I’m fine I’m fine I’m totally fine I’m absolutely completely sane about them okay)

anyways this is all to say HAPPY HUGTOBER 2022!! you’ll be seeing a little bit more of me this month before I disappear into the ether again for unspecified bursts of time

and that is all to say that if thinking about how 1863!hsy left that regression without saying goodbye to her crew, only to march toward her certain demise for the sake of one person not dissimilar to someone else we know makes you go insane and also like a femslash twist to things can I heartily recommend the above fic

(just the lineart below the cut, because I like it a lot and also the rest will probably be colorless)

[ID: a lineart-only piece of fanart depicting Han Sooyoung and Jung Heewon from the webnovel Omniscient Reader by Sing-Shong. Jung Heewon lifts Han Sooyoung in a tight embrace, leaning back slightly as she wraps her arms around Han Sooyoung’s back, who is hugging her back with her arms around Jung Heewon’s neck and her legs crossed behind her hips. Both of them smile tearfully, closing their eyes as they cling to each other.]

[tkbrokkoli]

:(

[heich0e]

shouto has not stopped talking about his new nephew for an hour and fifty seven minutes.

you can't blame him, really, for not being able to stop rambling since he got home—you saw the photos he snapped on his phone, the sweet little boy is borderline cherubic. and it's his first nephew, after all, with touya being the first of the todoroki siblings to have any children. there's added novelty to this new arrival. the fact that the baby is so cute is just a serendipitous bonus.

"...and then he fell asleep right in my arms." shouto rinses his toothbrush under the stream of water flowing from the tap in your shared bathroom. half the story he'd just told had been lost to the froth of toothpaste in his mouth, talking around the toothbrush as he cleaned his teeth before bed, but he'd already told you this part of the story three times—so thankfully you didn't miss anything.

you smile as shouto wipes at the corner of his mouth with a towel hanging from the rail on one side of the bathroom, watching his reflection in the mirror. his eyes flicker up to meet yours in the surface of the glass, and he sees the mirthful twist at the corner of your mouth.

he turns to you in the narrow bathroom just off your bedroom and approaches you slowly, his arms winding around your waist as he tucks his face into the crook of your neck. he's in his pajamas now, ready for bed, and without lifting his head or stepping away from you, he begins shuffling the two of you out the door towards your waiting bed in the next room. you can't help but giggle as you go, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck for balance, allowing him to guide you wherever he sees fit.

shouto leans you back gently once the back of your knees hit the edge of your mattress, crawling overtop of you to get to his side of the bed and then pulling you into his chest once more as he tugs the blankets up around you both.

"sounds like you had a lot of fun today," you remark quietly as you settle into bed, your fingers tracing idle patterns into the flat plane of shouto's sternum.

"i didn't expect him to be so small," shouto replies. "or to smell so good."

you want to laugh at his sincere tone of surprise, but hold it back.

"i hope i get to meet him soon, too," you say.

"touya says you're welcome any time," shouto insists. "he said i'm only welcome some of the time, though."

that really does make you laugh, because you can practically hear the eldest todoroki son's voice saying the words.

it's quiet for a while as you and shouto lay in bed, tangled up together.

"he's gonna make me the godfather," shouto finally says after a while—so softly you almost miss it. the remark, and the tenderness in his voice, makes something in your chest squeeze tight.

"that's so nice, sho," you answer.

"that means if anything ever happens to touya, we get the baby."

'we' he says—not i—like he doesn't for a second picture any future (even one where his beloved older brother has met some untimely demise) without you in it.

"don't wish anything ill on him just because you want to steal his cute baby," you tease him, lifting your head up and resting your chin against his chest so you can watch his face. he looks pensive, like he's really mulling over your words, and it makes you want to laugh again.

"but it would be nice, i think," shouto finally speaks again after his careful contemplation. "having the baby here with us."

heat floods up fast to your cheeks, and you glance away unconsciously. you're sure shouto has no idea what he's just said—still a little giddy from how smitten he is with his new nephew. but it still makes your mind go to places it shouldn't.

"no baby stealing," you reiterate firmly. flopping down again to go to sleep—if for no other reason than you suddenly find it hard to meet his gaze.

shouto sighs a little, but the sound is resigned like he's reluctantly agreeing to your terms. he eases you over onto your side so he can curl up behind you underneath the cover of your quilt, his strong arm looping over your waist.

the heat of shouto's breath hits the shell of your ear as his face rests on the pillow behind you, and you can still smell the spearmint from his toothpaste. his warmth seeps into you as he presses into your back. you close your eyes and luxuriate in the familiarity of it.

"we could have our own, you know," shouto's voice is much nearer to you than you expect it to be when he speaks again, his lips brushing against the back of your ear softly as they shape his words. his hand slips up underneath the t-shirt you wore to bed—the tips of his fingers feel scorching as they ghost across your skin. "and i bet our baby would be even cuter than touya's—no stealing required."

[starry-eyedblog]

HI LAURY (≧ω≦。) I CAN FINALLY SEND YOU AN ASK AGAIN!!

okay ahem i was thinking about roomates!soap and gaz !! they are like very overly touchy and obsessed with you, literally can't keep their hands off you while you three are on the couch watching a movie. a bit insane and gross sometimes too BUT i love them very much. DO YOU SEE MY VISION HERE!! i don't think i am explaining it well BUT YEAH >:3

ruru!! i'm so happy yer free from jail, vry glad to have you back<3

and omg i'm actually frothing at the MOUTH i see your vision so clearly. why is this so hot?? i actually need them so badly. hope i do the idea justice !! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

warnings/tags: roommate! soap x roommate! gaz x reader, non con/dub con, groping, pervy/creepy behaviour, slight manipulation/guilt tripping, mentions of panty sniffing

you had moved into a new flat a few weeks ago, managing to snag a pretty big place for a cheap price. when you saw the amount on the post advertising it online, your eyes almost bulged out of your head and you rushed to contact the owners, which turned out to be two handsome men a few years older than you.

what was not to love of the place? close commute to your work, cheap, spacious and two very good looking men living there too. honestly it felt like a setup but you didn't question it, and your application was immediately accepted.

so in no time flat you were moving in, setting up all your own furniture with the help of both your roommates. and after a week of getting comfortable and your roommates keeping a good distance from you while you settled in, they finally asked you to join in with them on their activities that have always been just for the two of them. the first, was film night.

"every friday night, we have film night. snacks, drinks, shitty films. it's our routine, and now you're here, we thought you should be included." gaz had told you on thursday morning, an easy smile on his face as he stood leaning on the kitchen counter, eating toast in just his plaid pyjama trousers hanging low on his waist with everything else on show. it was very difficult to avoid oogling at his chest as you responded. "so-sounds great, i'll uhm pick up some snacks after work tomorrow." you ushered out.

it's now friday night at half nine and the three of you are huddled up under soft blankets on the pretty spacious couch with you squished in the middle of them. there wasn't any need for them to have their bodies so close to you, but you didn't say anything. gaz had his arm resting on the back of the couch, around your head which made you blush slightly, even though it was just for his own comfort.

you're only fifteen minutes into the film, some popcorn in your hand with eyes glued to the tv when you feel the first touch. it's a big, warm hand pressing at your thigh. you jump, head whipping round to soap who smiles innocently at you. his hand grips your thigh and you whine, stumbling out a response.

"soap, wh-what-?" you try to ask but soap shushes you up quickly, "shh hen, tryna watch the film." he points to the tv with his free hand, no longer looking at you. not even a minute later, another hand coming from the other side of you is now squeezing at the inside of your thigh.

your head whips round to face gaz instead, your eyebrows scrunching up in confusion. "why are y-" before you can get another word out, gaz is also shushing you and instead facing the tv - just like soap.

you try not to think about it too much, as they both seem to be enamoured with the film playing in front of them and uncaring of the fact both of their hands are gripping at your thighs that borderlines on just a wee bit too tight.

as the film continues, you start to forget about the weight of their hands on your thighs but that doesn't last long until both hands are moving again, one going to your front while the other slides back to rest on your arse.

your cheeks instantly flare pink as you sputter out words, trying to ask what they are doing. "ain't doing anythin', you're jus' too sensitive love. keep watchin' the film alright? me and johnny really want you to take movie night serious, can you do that for us?" gaz asks with a pout, guilt tripping you with his adorable puppy face that will soon become a recurring issue for you.

you find your head nodding slowly, eyes turning back to the tv once again as their hands start to fondle you. soap's hand teases at your cunt through your joggers, cupping it every now and then while gaz grabs and almost kneads at the soft skin of your arse, fingers slipping the joggers down enough that he can touch warm flesh.

it doesn't take long for you to be a whimpering mess on the couch, trapped between the two burly men who give you no respite, rough overworked hands fondling you so meanly and roughly, without care for your sensitive body.

"gu-guys the film, i thought you wan-hghh wanted to watch it." you splutter, head rolling back onto the shoulder of gaz who's on your left. "aye we do, so quit yer yapping quien." soap grumbles, leaving a sloppy wet kiss on your neck, eyes not even looking at the tv.

it doesn't take long for gaz's fingers to work their way down your joggers and push aside your flimsy underwear, a dry thumb pressing against your asshole that has you squirming, hips bucking to get away. gaz's other hand keeps you pinned down firmly with no issue, watching the way your mouth falls open to let out confused sounds of pleasure and pain.

as gaz does this at the back of your body, soap fondles with the front of you, hand slipping down your underwear to press at your clit which makes you moan out-loud, eyes fluttering shut. "dove, please. we haven't seen this film before, been waiting awhile." gaz complains, nibbling at your ear and you feel as if all your nerves have been set on fire. the guilt and pleasure swirls through your turned on body, mind starting to become foggy as they continue their groping.

you bite down on your bottom lip harshly, teeth digging into the skin and causing little tears. tiny droplets of blood stain your bottom lip as you sit there like a doll for them, your fuzzy brain desperately trying to focus on the film but at this point any ideas you had about the plot or characters has left you and replaced with the way your body is being groped at by your two new roommates.

soon soap's fingers are slipping past your folds and caressing your hole that seems to grow wet from the touch, even though it's a natural human body instinct, soap takes it that you're enjoying his and gaz's caressing which just feeds into his gross mindset.

"fuck gaz, should feel how wet they are. fuckin' turns em on being groped." soap moans deeply, one thick finger slipping into your wet hole that immediately clenches down on the intrusion. "that so? we picked the right one tav." gaz smirks at his friend, pulling his hands out of your joggers to then shove his dry thumb into your mouth roughly.

"suck lovie." he stated, watching the way your teary eyes didn't move away once from the tv while your mouth gently sucked on the digit. soon he slipped his thumb out and pressed it against your hole once again, but this time he gently started to edge his spit soaked finger inside which had your body flinching. you had never experimented back there, so this was a very new sensation.

"never had anyone back here, eh?" gaz jokes with a mean chuckle which soap joins while thrusting one finger meanly into your tight cunt that leaks around his hand. another finger is soon added, thumb pressing against your clit. you feel absolutely ashamed, your body enjoying the touch while your mind is conflicted.

before you can think much more about how wrong this is, how your roommates have ganged up on you to touch you without any consent, your stomach tightens and your cunt clenches down on soap's two fingers. your asshole pulses around gaz's thumb as your orgasm washes through you and your eyesight blurs from the intensity.

as you whimper and gasp on the couch, hips bucking and writhing to try get away, both men watch in awe as you cum. the film is long forgotten now, playing quietly in the background as it illuminates the room. once your orgasm finally comes to an end, your body slumps back into the couch, eyes half lidded and body limp while your roommates remove their hands out of you.

soap is the first to taste your sweet nectar, long tongue wrapping around his middle finger and sucking off your juices. he moans and pants like a dog in heat as he tastes you on his tongue, and it isn't long before gaz is whining for his turn. soap reluctantly pulls off and rests his ring finger on gaz's plump lips, watching the younger man slowly open his mouth and welcome his finger inside. his tongue laps up the wetness, hips bucking up from need as he drinks down everything he can just off soap's finger.

after a minute, soap is pushing gaz off with a chuckle. "alright calm yersel gaz." he says, and gaz rolls his eyes. "you're just the same." he grumbles quietly before turning to you, smiling at how out of it you are, still limp against the couch.

thankfully both men pull your underwear back up and clean you up, but not without leaving messy hickeys all over your neck and shoulders to claim you as theirs.

and no one needs to know, certainly not you, that through this week of you settling in - where they kept their distance so you were comfortable, they weren't actually keeping faithful to that promise. they already managed to slip a few dirty pants out of your bedroom to sniff and huff at while jerking the other off at late hours into the night, as well as spying on you when showering.

but this was just the start of their creeping on their new pretty roommate.

@bjornthebearguy

@iciclesses

@mothymunson

[itgetsdark-x]

I have a request for Joel x reader where the reader has never been in a relationship where her orgasm was important to her partners so Joel makes it a mission to make her cum as many times as possible 👀

Oh anon, sweet anon I couldn’t turn down this request if I tried. I just know Joel would wanna satisfy his partner in bed as many times as he wanted to. I just 🧎🏻‍♀️ I hope you like it, I kinda rushed it a little as I was too excited to write it but yeah! Thanks for the request <3 I’m gonna go and hide now <3

Warnings: 18+, please it’s just smut. Oral (f receiving), mild breeding kink if you squint a little, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it, be sensible), use of good / little girl a lot, age gap (reader is mid - late twenties, Joel would be older but not explicitly stated), roughly follows the game / show but not at all lol cause the timeline is way off

Summary: Joel knew you had been left frustrated by your previous partners and well, when he heard you moan his name he couldn’t deny you the pleasure any longer.

Characters: Joel Miller x (f) reader

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: y’all know how bad I’m down for Joel rn, and I saw this tiktok that had me truly feral and frothing at the mouth so me being the true slut I am for this man, I had to include the dialogue. You’re welcome. Just as a little side note, I have all the other requests in my inbox and I love them all, I will work my way through but I work full time so please be patient, my loves <3

Before the outbreak happened, you had never had a boyfriend, not a proper one anyway and well, since then it had only gone downhill. You were in high school when the outbreak happened and miraculously you had managed to escape and actually survive. You had lost your family along the way and met up with a man called Joel Miller. You first met him in the Boston QZ, and since then you had become a team. It had been years and you were in your late twenties now, still teamed up with Joel but a few years back you took Ellie on with you. It had been a messy journey but one that was so worth it, Ellie was your bestfriend and Joel fathered her like his own. She was just a teenager but she had seen so much in her short life that had matured her much beyond her years. 

After the outbreak, and in the world of dating, men seemed to be greedier at chasing their own highs rather than actually satisfying you in anyway, shape or form. The only orgasms you had really experienced in the past few years were from ones you had drawn from yourself; those long nights where you shifted in your bed and let your fingers give you some much needed relief. Still, you would have traded all of those orgasms for one decent one from another man. 

“Are you listening to me? Hello?” Ellie snapped her fingers in front of your face. “I was saying,” she huffed. “I was saying, how was that date with David the other night, haven’t seen you since and I wanna know all the juicy details.” She giggled. 

You were pulled out of your thoughts but you continued to stare at the food on your plate, you pushed it around before admitting defeat and setting your knife and fork down. “It was awful.” You whined. “Absolutely awful, like guys really only care about getting off themselves. I haven’t had a decent orgasm in years.” You complained and just as you finished your sentence, Joel joined you both at the table. 

He cleared his throat awkwardly and you felt embarrassment rise in you. “Sorry, Joel.” You mumbled and Ellie was biting back a humungous laugh; you shot her a look and she tried to stifle the noise further. 

“Anyway… I should be heading off to school.” Ellie giggled and looked at your embarrassed face and Joel’s awkward demeanour. 

The three of you had settled down in Jackson after your journey temporarily ended when Joel finally located Tommy. It was a decent place; so long as you stayed in line and did your fair share of jobs. You helped out in various places; you helped tend to the animals, you sometimes assisted in classrooms and you were known to frequent shifts in the kitchen. Joel ran defence classes, teaching the older teens how to shot their guns, how to fight with weapons and generally preparing them for if they ever needed to evacuate and look after themself in the wild. He always did frequent patrol shifts around the walls, much like his brother did. In return the three of you had a decent three-bedroom home and for the first time in years, stability and safety. You were just pleased that it offered Ellie a small sense of normality and belonging. 

“David is an asshole.” Joel stated with a smirk. 

“Yeah, well, I know that now.” You laughed bitterly, no humour behind the noise at all. 

“You know… some men out there do actually care about pleasing women. Not all. But some.” Joel said nonchalantly and it only caused your blush to grow deeper in your cheeks. 

“Yeah, well, when you find one. Send them my way, yeah?” You said bluntly and rose from the table, taking your plate. “I’ve got a shift in the kitchen now and then I’m out at the farm for the afternoon. Ellie is going round to a friend’s this evening but promised she would be back before 10pm like normal.” 

“Alright, sweetheart. See you later.” Joel said as he continued to eat his breakfast. 

You long had a crush on Joel, from the moment he first met you in the QZ, you were hooked. He helped teach you how to fight, shoot and even hunt. There had been brutal moments outside the world of the QZ’s and Joel had saved you multiple times. There had also been those unspoken moments between you both where a touch on your hand as he helped you aim maybe lingered a second too long or his gaze fixated on you as you changed, when he thought you weren’t looking. You just assumed he never made a move on you due to your obvious age-gap, you assumed he always kinda looked at you like a kid. The age-gap seemed like such a trivial thing since the whole world ended but you never pushed your luck as you know you needed Joel to get by and actually live. 

—

Your shifts went by quick and by the time you finished you were sweaty and in need of a long, hot shower and maybe, just maybe, you could get five minutes alone to scratch the burning itch under your skin. 

“Joel, you home yet?” You called as you stepped into the home, no lights were on so you assumed maybe he was already in bed. Joel worked different shifts and so, nothing was really a surprise with him anymore. 

There was no answer, just silence, you thanked the god’s above and all but ran upstairs, you turned the shower on to warm up and within minutes there was hot water filling the space. You underdressed yourself quickly and stepped into the water, the second the warm water hit your skin, you sighed with relief. 

You soaped up your body and it didn’t take long for your fingers to explore your body and to slip between your slicked folds; a soft moan fell from your lips as your fingers circled your sensitive clit. You worked yourself quicker as your orgasm neared, you were so deep in the moment. 

“Joel,” You whimpered as your eyes were closed and you worked your fingers faster. Your naked chest heaved as your ragged breaths ripped through your parted mouth. “So good, please. More.” You whined to yourself. 

You had fully allowed yourself to delve into your fantasies; normally someone was always hope and you had to keep quiet whenever you masturbated. So when you had the house to yourself, you allowed yourself to be louder and enjoy it more. 

Joel got home, he immediately saw lights on and heard the water running upstairs. He didn’t think anything of it and went to the fridge to grab himself a drink. That’s when he heard his name, he put his drink down and wandered upstairs, he didn’t make a lot of noise but he wasn’t exactly being sneaky either. 

He saw your body, well, the back of your body at least; his hungry eyes raked over your naked form and they stopped at your ass. That’s when he heard you whimper again and he realised what you were doing. Which meant… no. You were thinking of him?!

Joel went to knock on the door, to politely announce he was home. Anything, but he couldn’t bring himself to and he certainly could held the way his cock hardened in his jeans at the thought of your cumming around your fingers whilst you thought of him. 

His mouth went dry and gingerly he knocked on the door frame which caused your whole body to jump and you almost slipped in the bathtub. 

“What the fuck?! Why are you watching me?!” You yelped and you saw Joel stood there, his eyes raked over your body before he looked around the room and avoided making eye contact with you. You brought your arms to try and cover some of your body. 

“I uh, sorry darlin’. Heard my name and thought you called for me, I, uh, I get what you were doing now…” he said quietly and your cheeks turned a deep crimson. 

“Joel,” you gasped. “I-I’m so sorry I — I thought no one was home and I was just, well, y’know what I was doing. I’m so embarrassed. I’m sorry.” You mumbled and switched off the water. You grabbed your towel off the ground and wrapped it around your body tightly. 

Joel finally looked at you and this time he couldn’t help but smile, a boyish grin spread across his features and you wanted to punch him for being so smug. 

“What?! What are you smiling about?” You whined, still embarrassed. 

“Oh it’s nothing just… you want me to help you out, sweet girl. Show you what a real orgasm feels like?” Joel said lowly, the smug expression still on his face. Never before had he allowed himself to indulge in the lust he felt for you, until now; there you were, your hair was damp and your body glistened as the water droplets slid down every beautiful curve of your body.

“Oh fuck you, this,” you gestured up and down your body and between the two of you. You stepped out of the bathtub on shaky legs. “This isn’t something you get to take the piss about, okay? You can forget about that!” You hissed as you went to push past Joel. This was beyond humiliating and you didn’t need him to remind you of it or hold it above you as some kind of joke. 

You tried to leave the room and Joel simply grabbed your wrist, before you could open your mouth he had you pushed up against the wall and was kissing you passionately. It was hot and heavy, your teeth clashed and your tongues met with a moan from you. Your hand found its way into Joel’s salt and pepper hair as his hands rested on your hip. 

“Joel,” you mumbled, barely breaking the kiss between you both. “We shouldn’t, I mean. What about Ellie, what if she comes home? It’ll mess everything up.” You whispered, your breaths short as Joel peppered soft kisses to your jaw. 

“With all due respect, darlin’… how about you shut up and let me show you how good a real man can make you feel.” Joel breathed, his lips hovering just by your ear. 

His words, his lips, his breath; it was entirely all too much and not enough and it had your body quivering under him. 

“Already shaking for me and I’ve not touched you, sweet girl.” He growled lowly in your ear and you shook your head in disagreement. “Bedroom. Now.” He commanded and you obediently left the bathroom and entered your own bedroom. 

You stood awkwardly near the bed, you didn’t exactly have heaps of experience in the bedroom and the experience you did have was usually late at night and with someone you didn’t care for, where the other person was more interested in chasing their release rather than helping you get yours. Joel walked into the room and smirked at you, god, he was so infuriating with his arrogance. 

“Let’s take this off, shall we?” Joel asked softly and held the edge of your towel, he tugged it off and it fell to the floor with a dull thud. You felt exposed and vulnerable as Joel’s hungry eyes drank you in; he was trying to memories every dip of your body, every freckle, every single hair and he wanted this image to replay every night in his head for the rest of his life. “Fuck. So beautiful, look at you.” He cursed, closing the space between you once more to kiss you again. 

He walked you both back until your back fell flat on your bed, you whimpered helplessly under him as you felt his weight on top of you. His large hand came up to knead the soft skin of your breast before his fingers took your nipple and twisted it gently, your back arched off the bed at his actions and you whined under the older man. 

“That’s it. Good girl, that feel good?” Joel asked and let his head duck down to envelope your sensitive nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicked over the bud and you moaned softly.

“Want you to take your clothes off.” You gasped out as your hands clutched at Joel’s grubby shirt. He released your nipple with a pop of his mouth and sat back to remove his shirt. 

Your mouth went dry at the sight, you had seen Joel shirtless before but you had never been able to truly appreciate it. He had a little chest hair and his torso was delicately peppered with various scars, all of them ranging in size and intensity. He locked eyes with you as he stood to undo his belt and jeans, he kicked off the heavy denim and you couldn’t deny the way you clenched around air; you could see the outline of Joel’s cock, it was heavy and thick. 

“Like what you see?” He laughed and grabbed his length through the thin fabric of his boxers. You nodded and shamelessly you let your thighs open further for him. “Good girl.” He cooed as he admired the site of your glistening cunt. 

Joel wasted no more time and he was back on the bed with you, this time just dressed in his boxers. He positioned himself next to you, one leg draped over your to keep legs spread and teasingly, he trailed two fingers through your wet folds. You whimpered under him, spreading your legs further again. Joel laughed above you, he was watching your features as he let his fingers tease you for the first time. Your back arched slightly and your breaths became more ragged. 

“Please,” you whined, your voice high pitched and needy. “Please don’t tease me, Joel.” 

He laughed, again, he laughed and your body thrummed with anger as his fingers moved agonisingly slow before they fell to your clit and he circled that sensitive area just perfectly. You moaned, it was a loud noise and it shocked you as it was ripped from your throat. You threw your head back and your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you until they turned white. 

“Nice and wet for me, hm? That all for me? I heard you moaning my name like a good little slut in the shower.” Joel groaned as his fingers got coated in your slick arousal. 

He started a punishing pace and already, you felt the white heat in your stomach start to bubble aggressively. Joel leant up to admire your features once more, he loved the way your eyes fluttered shut every time he would move his fingers just so. Just as your body tensed, Joel teasingly changed the tempo of his movements and he could see the frustration that settled in your eyes but with that smug smirk on his lips again, he plunged two thick fingers into your tight hole and let his thumb stroke circles around your clit. 

The noise you made was sinful, it almost didn’t sound human. Joel laughed, it was low and breathy and he felt so proud he was the one to elicit these filthy noises from you. He pulled his fingers out just to plunge them in deeper, only this time, he curled them upwards and it had you seeing stars. You felt lightheaded as you screwed your eyes shut and bit down onto your bottom lip. 

“Think you can cum for me? Cum all on my fingers?” Joel asked and tenderly stroked some stray strands of wet hair from your face. “That’s it,” he cooed as he kept his fingers deep in you to stroke against the sensitive spot deep in your walls. 

You were broken, already. Completely and utterly broken as Joel’s fingers ripped an orgasm from deep within you. Your back arched higher off the old mattress and your fingers clawed at Joel’s arm. No man had made you cum like this before. 

You came heavily around Joel’s digits, your walls fluttered and clenched around him as he worked you through your first proper orgasm with another male. 

“That’s it. Good girl,” he cooed softly into your ear as he sped his fingers back up. “You reckon you can cum again?” He asked and you looked at him with your lust-blown eyes and nodded silently, your lips still parted in pleasure. 

Joel’s thumb drew circles around your clit and every so often he would swipe it directly over the little bud of nerves that had you whimpering under him. Your fingernails dug into the skin of Joel’s shoulder and in their wake, you left crescent moon shapes. Joel groaned at the sting of your fingers nails and it only encouraged him to work his own fingers in you deeply. 

“Anyone ever eaten this little pussy?” Joel asked in a low tone, he pulled his fingers out of you and placed a light slap to your sensitive area. You yelped loudly and squeezed Joel’s arm. 

You shook your head no and shivered under Joel’s watchful gaze, you couldn’t speak, you didn’t trust your voice to make the correct noises as you knew what was about to happen and it made your body ache with anticipation. 

Joel kissed your mouth once before he trailed kisses down your stomach, it caused it to heave under his soft touches; his rough facial hair tickled across your skin. Joel took your thighs into his hands and pulled them so they draped over his shoulders, fully exposing your wet pussy to him. His mouth watered at the site and he couldn’t wait to taste every inch of you. 

Joel wasted no more time, he parted your folds with his fingers before he delved his tongue into your wet heat. He couldn’t hold back the deep groan that rumbled up his throat, he had longed to taste you and have you gasping under him. 

“So sweet,” he whispered as he slurped up your arousal. His tongue flicked over your clit and you gripped into his thick hair roughly. “That’s it, use my face, just like that, atta girl. Keep doing that.” Joel groaned as you greedily chased your high again on his face. He attached his lips onto your clit and suckled on it softly, his tongue rhythmically flicked over it. 

“Go-gonna cum again!” You groaned. You looked down at Joel below you and it had you clenching around nothing, you longed to be filled as you came hard. His hair was a mess and his eyes were drooped shut as he ate your pussy like a man starved of food. “I-I want you in me. Need to feel your cock in me.” You whimpered as Joel flicked his tongue over your sensitive body. 

“Yeah? You think you can cum again on my cock? How about you ride me, need to make sure you get all the orgasms you need, good girl.” He purred, standing up to stroke his cock after he removed his boxers. His length bobbed against his stomach when he removed his boxers. Your pussy fluttered with arousal as you watched his hand pass over his length a few times; none of the men you had been with were as big as Joel. He wasn’t just long, he was thick as well and you couldn’t wait to feel the stretch of him inside of you. 

Joel climbed onto your bed so his back was against your pillows and he was half sitting up, he continued to stroke himself as you watched. You were strung out on the intense orgasms already and you weren’t sure how you were supposed to have it in you to ride his large dick. He held a hand up and made a ‘come hither’ gesture with his fingers, you sucked in a deep breath and moved your body up to his. You swung your legs over Joel’s lap to straddle him and he took his cock and passed it through the wetness of your pussy. 

You shivered and gripped at Joel’s chest below you, your fingers combed through the light dusting of hair there. He pressed the tip of his fat cock to your wet hole and held your hips tightly as he brought you down on him. You moaned weakly as he bottomed out so you were sat in his lap, there was a faint sting as you adjusted to him. 

“Bet you can feel me in your stomach, can’t you?” He purred, his fingers stroked soft patterns in the skin of your hips. He took one hand and gently stroked at your clit once again which caused you to grind down onto Joel’s length. He moaned at that and his head lulled back; you were so wet, so warm and just so tight. He knew he was the first one to split you open like that. “Such a tight. little. cunt.” Joel growled, his hips bucking up to fuck into you. 

“So good.” You breathed as you started to bounce in his lap. “Feels so good. You’re so big.” You whimpered, with each bounce down, Joel thrusted up to meet you and it sent delicious shockwaves through your body. Your skin felt impossibly tight and too small for you and the burn in your stomach flickered furiously. 

“That’s it. Atta girl, use my cock. Make yourself cum on me.” He growled, his thumb swiped over your clit once again which ripped a loud moan from your parted lips. As you bounced on his cock, your breasts heaved with the effort and your breaths came out of your mouth ragged and laboured. 

“Can’t cum again, t-too much.” You whined and it was true, your body felt entirely too sensitive and everything almost felt too good, it took you by surprise since you weren’t ever aware that you could feel this good. 

That’s all Joel needed, something animalistic switched in the pit of his stomach and with that, he had lifted your body to flip you onto your stomach. Your face pressed into the mattress with the force and he grabbed your hips roughly, pulling your ass up into the air for him. Joel brought a hand down and spanked the soft skin roughly. 

He shoved his cock back into your wet heat with a groan and his balls slapped forward onto your clit. You whimpered pathetically and tried to grab at the sheets below you for leverage as Joel built up a rough pace. 

“I said,” he accentuated the words with a rough thrust. “Cum on my cock, you wanted to been shown what it was like to cum properly. So cum for me.” Joel growled, his voice was dark and commanding. 

Tears filled your eyes and soon there was a wet patch under your face on your sheets; you weren’t entirely sure whether it was from your tears or the saliva that pooled from your mouth. 

“Touch yourself and cum on my cock.” You commanded bluntly and you obeyed, you snaked a hand under your stomach and rubbed at your clit with fervour. This angle caused Joel’s cock head to bump against that spot deep within yourself. You were soon cumming around Joel’s cock with a scream, you felt a gush and Joel was groaning behind you. “That’s it. Good girl, cum on me. Soak me.” He cooed and slapped your ass, softer this time so he could knead the skin. 

You whimpered as you worked through your orgasm, your eyes screwed tightly shut and your walls fluttered around Joel’s cock as you came down from your high. He didn’t give you a second to recover as he pulled out and flipped you over so he could see your face. 

“I wanna see your pretty little face when I fuck my seed into your greedy little hole.” Joel groaned, he tapped his cock against your sensitive clit and you quivered under him. You weren’t sure you could take much more, never had you felt so pleasured in your life. 

Joel teasingly slow pushed his length into you once again and your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. He didn’t reach as deep in this position but you could feel every single inch as he slid in. He rolled his hips to meet yours and he groaned with each pass of your tight pussy. 

“Want me to fill you up? What if I fuck a baby into you? You want that. Wanna get all round with my seed?” He growled and it made your walls clench around him, he smirked at the reaction and toyed with your abused clit. “I think you can give me one more, little girl. I think you can gush on my cock whilst I fuck my cum into you.” 

You couldn’t believe the words Joel was saying, you were sure it just ‘in the moment’ but you still couldn’t believe the filth that fell from his dirty mouth. You shook your head no at Joel and he just barked a laugh at you. 

“I’m sure I’ll get another out of you,” he whispered and leant down to kiss at your breasts once again. “Bet this is what you thought of in the shower, isn’t it? Bet you thought of my cock splitting you open as I fuck you. I’ve thought about it, baby girl. Fucked my hand so many times imagining it was your tight little pussy. God this is so much better than I imagined. You’re so good for me, taking me so well.” Joel praised with a gutteral groan, his hips were slower as he worked himself closer to his own relief. He was surprised it he lasted as long as he did, it had been a while since he had been with a woman and that was mainly down to you. Anytime he was with someone else he imagined it was you he was filling up. 

“Come on, please give me one more. Just one.” Joel purred, his mouth sloppily licking at your hardened nipples. 

It was too much; his words, his hand, his mouth on your nipples and his cock filling you so deliciously. You didn’t think you could but it happened again; you clenched around Joel once more, his hips stalled and he thrust deep inside of you as you’re tightened around him. The room was filled with your laboured breathing and Joel’s soft pants as he filled you with his seed. You whined as you felt the hot liquid coat your inner walls. 

Joel laid there for a few seconds as he gained his composure once again and he rolled off your body, and slid out of you with a grimace and he winced. Your body shuddered as you laid there, completely fucked out and drunk on the older male’s cock. 

You weren’t sure how long had passed but when you finally found the strength in your body to get up and go to the bathroom, it was pitch black outside, your room was illuminated softly with a distant spotlight. You pulled Joel’s shirt on as it was the only clothes readily to hand and you couldn’t help but smile as you saw his sleeping face, and for once, he looked peaceful. You tiptoed out of your room and headed to the bathroom, just as you stepped inside and turned the light on a figure appeared in the doorway of Ellie’s room. 

“Gotcha!” She giggled as you held your chest from the shock. 

“Ellie!” You hissed. “You almost scared me to death. Go back to bed, it’s late.” You scolded. 

“Why are you wearing Joel’s shirt?” She asked with a knowing smirk. 

“Oh I, uh…” You mumbled, trying to think of the words on your feet. 

“I’m fuckin’ with ya… I came home earlier and well, let’s just say I’m glad the weather was alright for me to walk around the block a few times.” Ellie laughed although you could see the faint disgust on her features. 

You held back a choked laugh and brought your hand up to your mouth. “Ellie, I’m so sorry.. we, I mean, we’re so sorry. We didn’t wann—“ you rambled nervously and she held a hand up and waved it dismissively. 

“Eh, it’s whatever. I’ve seen the way you two practically eye-fuck each other anyway. I’m surprised it took old man Miller this long to make a move on you. Glad you got a decent orgasm though.” Ellie laughed with a shrug. “Goodnight, Y/N. Let Joel know I’m home safe.” She smirked and disappeared back into her room. 

You sat on the edge of the bathtub and held the backs of your cool hands to your burning cheeks. You couldn’t quite believe that today had happened, and of course it ended exactly like that. You laughed quietly to yourself and got yourself up with shaky legs. After finishing up in the bathroom, you went back to your room and crawled into your bed and you drifted to sleep with the soft sounds of Joel’s snores.

You braced yourself on the edge of the bathtub and held your burning cheeks in your cool hands, you couldn’t quite believe that conversation just happened and Ellie had heard the two of you earlier. 

You were just grateful she didn’t seem pissed or upset about it. Maybe things were going to work out all okay in the long run. However they panned out, you were just so relieved you finally were able to have a decent orgasm, or multiples, at the hands of another man. For the first time in a long time, you slept soundly as you listened to the low rumble of Joel’s snores.

[hiskillingjar]

Could we get strade taunting MC that, after months or more of being locked up by him already, he knows no one is searching for them and barely anything was done about them being missing (maybe MC was angry and tried to bluff about it?)

Bonus: Strade comparing MC to Ren, how big of a loser both are (albeit maybe in different ways), how easy they were to fool and catch, like lost puppies waiting for the love no one gave them in the cold world out there. Now all his to do with what he wants.

Compared to being alone and having no one waiting for you it suddenly doesn't seem so bad, right?

these prompts got away from me. i'm only a human being give me a breakkkkk

3800+ words, i want two boyfriends and i want the boyfriends to be boyfriends, and i want them to kiss open-mouthed and dry hump and then they kiss me and we're dry-humping...and we're all boyfriends and girlfriends.

"What are we up to tonight, then?"

You flinched as Strade sat down next to you, a beer bottle in hand, pulling his phone out of his trouser pocket and swiping through it the second that he was comfortable.

It had been a few months since your initial capture, and even if you were struggling to settle into the imposed routine that had been forced on you, one had been set up all the same.

Wake up. Try not to die. Go to sleep

You were surviving, the best you could, and you were alive...that's all that mattered.

"Ah, not in a talking mood, are we?" Strade asked, after a period of silence. "Well, that's not unusual from you, is it? I'm sure you're feeling a bit out of sorts." He took a swig from his beer and smacked his lips in an obnoxious way that got your skin prickling. "But, hey, that's okay! I'm here to chat whenever you're ready. And if not, I guess I'll just have to entertain myself, hm?"

"Mmhmm," You murmured a non-answer, bringing your knees up to your chest and resting your chin on top of them as you kept your eyes on the television. 

"I think they're just feeling a little..." Ren started, looking up from where he was sitting on the ground, his legs crossed, his tail curled up like a stuffie in his lap, looking much younger than you despite only being a few months your junior. "Um, we just watched the news, is all. Doesn't create the best of moods."

"And what's so interesting about the news?" Strade raised a brow with a wry tilt of his head.

"Mm," Ren bit his lip, looking a little guilty as he looked away. "Um...well..."

"I'm waiting to see my missing person report," You said curtly, cutting Ren off before he had the chance to explain what the two of you were doing. 

"...Missing person report, huh?" Strade repeated, glancing curiously at you before he flashed you a devious smirk. "And I'm guessing...it hasn’t shown up, has it? That's why you're quiet?" 

Both of you were quiet then, Ren continuing to pet through his tail and your eyes locked on the TV.

You didn't want to admit to him that you hadn't found a single report of your disappearance in the months of news watching and paper clippings.

Not even one.

The bloated (and deeply subtextual) silence caused Strade to chuckle, that mischievous grin only widening on his lips as he took another long swig from his beer bottle and put his phone away, letting out a content sigh afterwards as he wiped beer froth from his upper lip.

"Ah, well, I'm not surprised there hasn't been any word about it yet." He said, talking almost casually, like he was discussing the weather. "And yet, you've been here for a little while already, haven't you? And yet, nothing has come up...isn't that a shame~"

"T-They don't stop searching for a while," Ren said quickly, sitting up and doing his best to be reassuring, shooting you a sympathetic smile. You didn't doubt that he had been through something similar during his initial months of capture, so he was probably speaking from a degree of experience. "And maybe we're watching local news...it could be more widespread, you know."

"Mm..." You murmured, crossing your arms over your knees and giving Ren a slight, appreciative smile. "Maybe."

"Ah, Ren, ever the optimist, eh?" 

Strade laughed again around the rim of his beer bottle, before he glanced back towards you again, flashing a doubtful, but (almost) sympathetic smile.

"Who knows? Maybe you're right, but," He clicked his tongue, his eyes going upwards thoughtfully "Knowing police, they might just wait a little while before giving up on the search altogether, especially if the person in question has been missing for a few months already. Pigs are..." He looked back towards you with another chuckle, a darker look in his eyes. "Lazy by nature, ja?"

"Mm..." Ren's ears tilted downwards, matching his defeated look as his gaze went back to his lap. He didn't have the energy to argue with his master, it seemed. "I mean...I'm sure it'll be okay..."

"Ah, I never said it wouldn't be." Strade replied with a wide shrug. "I'm just reminding the two of you, that if there really is no news coverage of your disappearance..." He laughed again, his eyes gleaming with sadistic excitement that was so characteristic of him when he was in this…teasing kind of mood. "Then that means I get to keep you here for just a little bit longer, doesn't it?"

You could tell that Ren was probably blushing as much as you were, even with your face pressed into your crossed arms and knees, doing your best to hide yourself.

You wouldn't give Strade the satisfaction of beating you down so quickly, though.

"S-Sure," You mumbled, crossing your arms a little tighter and hiding your face. "Whatever you say..."

"Tch, you're such a sourpuss," Strade rolled his eyes and finished off the last of his beer, setting the glass bottle down on the ground before he leaned closer to you on the sofa. "You can't expect that someone is going to come looking for you now, do you? It's been months and months...and, well," He paused for a moment, placing a hand on your bare shoulder. "Let's be honest, you probably weren't worth searching for anyway."

"Strade," Ren murmured from the side, his brows furrowed as he stared up at the two of you. "Come on..."

"What? I'm being honest, aren't I?" Strade asked with a chuckle, that little smirk still plastered on his lips as he looked over at Ren before turning his gaze back to you. "They're a little bit like you, in that way, Ren. No friends, no family..." His hand descended your arm as he spoke, his calloused thumb tracing over your healing scars, searching for a reaction from you. "And they certainly don't seem like they had a very interesting life anyway...so why would anyone care about them? 

He paused, his eyes going back to Ren.

"About either of you. That’s kind of what you get for being such,” He laughed, shaking his head. “Ah, shut-ins, right?"

The two of you were quiet again, soaking in the truth of his statement but not rising to it, and when you glanced his way, you could see that Strade was looking thoughtful for a second. 

Like he has expected some kind of reaction from you, and hadn't gotten what he wanted.

"Hm..." He hummed, taking his hand from your arm and letting it rest on your knee. "But...maybe I was being a bit too harsh, hm? Because I do care about you two...in a way."

A more casual smile came to his face as he rubbed your thigh, switching his gaze between the two of you.

"After all...you are my playthings~"

"Don't talk about me like that," You snapped back curtly, placing your legs flat on the sofa and your hands by your sides in protest. Your biting remark earned a warning look from Ren, narrowed eyes, his ears tilted forward in alarm and caution. 

He had gone through this before, of course, and knew when to duck his head and play 'the good boy' for his master.

"Ah, such a strong sense of self, hm?" Strade asked with a barked chuckle, squeezing your thigh firmly and leaning in even closer to your body, his smile sick and toothy. "Too bad you don't have the strength or the freedom to act on that feisty attitude, isn't it, liebling?" 

Despite being so close to you, Strade's eyes then went back to Ren sitting on the ground, shaking his head as he gave him an almost pitying and soft look...appealing to all of Ren's sweeter sensibilities.

"Unlike this one...my obedient little pet..."

Predictably, Ren's expression turned a little softer as he crawled closer to the sofa, searching and keening up for Strade's free hand as it pressed through his hair and pet the space behind his ears, the space he liked to be pet. 

Always 'the good boy' when Strade was nice enough with him...patient enough.

He was easy like that.

Your expression screwed up in annoyance as you watched the two of them, as you watched Ren climb up on the sofa and nuzzle up to his captor with a wagging tail, feeling almost a sense of betrayal as a result of your fellow captive's softness. Like he was giving you expectations to live up to, if you wanted to earn Strade’s fleeting kindness.

"Ah, I think someone's getting a little jealous~" Strade teased, catching sight of your expression, his hand descending down the back of Ren's shorts as he pulled the younger man closer to his body. "Ah, but don't worry, fraulein...I have plenty of love for both of my precious toys, hm?" 

"I'm not your toy," You murmured hotly, your face flushing as you averted your eyes, all while Ren started to rub against his captor, the sticky tip of his cock peering over the waistband of his shorts.

So fucking easy.

"Ah, is that so?" Strade asked with a little growl, as the hand in Ren's shorts slid to the front and he started to palm and grope at his cock, making Ren all the more desperate for him. "I think the lady protests too much..."

He then reached over and roughly grabbed your chin with his free hand, forcing your eyes together and your body closer to his and Ren's.

"Mm!" You grunted as he forced you forward, your eyes squeezing shut as you shoved a hand against his chest and tried to push yourself away. 

He was stronger than you, though, always would be, and held you firmly in place.

"Then what exactly is it that you think you are, hm?" His voice lowered as he pulled your face closer to his, his lips almost (almost) tracing over your cheek. "Because I'm pretty damn sure I said it earlier...you and him, are both just little toys for me to play around with~"

"Mm..." You let out a low grunt, your eyes fluttering open when he kissed you (really kissed you!) on the cheek, as you gave him a defiant look.

It was all you could do. 

You couldn’t fight him, or argue with him in any meaningful way. This was all you had, now.

Petty defiance.

That just caused Strade to laugh again, still keeping his grip on your chin as he looked deeply into your eyes, clearly unphased by your little show of defiance but...maybe a little impressed that it had persisted this far.

"Such a determined, little toy...even though you know damn well that you're powerless."

He then let out a little sigh, feeling as Ren pressed his body against his side and rubbed his cock against his hip, whimpering and moaning for his attention. 

His grip on you lightened up a little, as he gave you a (handsome) smile, reminding you of the charming stranger who chatted to a lonely soul in a shady bar, and not the man who he really was.

"But, I'll admit...I find that defiant look in your eyes to be, ah," He chuckled again and gave Ren's cock a firm squeeze. "Kind of sexy. You little spitfire, you..."

"Fuck you," You said, though the bite behind the words was lacking its usual venom.

You didn't want to get punished, at least in any significant way. 

Your recent cuts had barely started healing, after all.

"Ah, such rude language...such a bad, little toy."

Strade let out a condescending tut, shaking his head and suddenly giving your cheek a firm, hard *SLAP*, once, twice, three times, with the hand not holding your chin (making Ren immediately jump backwards against the sofa, his eyes wide and his ears up and alert).

"AH!" You yelped after each slap, your head jerking to the side, burning red from the harsh contact. 

"Do I need to remind you about what happens when you misbehave like this?" He asked firmly, running a knuckle down your blazing cheek as he brought his lips close to your ear, his voice low, almost dangerous. "Because you're on the verge of getting punished now...and I know you really don’t want to be punished, do you, fraulein?"

"N...No..." You murmured, looking back towards him, tears threatening to streak down your cheeks and your expression thoroughly defeated. "I won't...misbehave. I’m sorry, I’ll be good."

"Good..." Strade purred with a smug look of satisfaction, seeming pleased with your docile response as he stroked your cheek a little more fondly. "Good girl. That's what I want to hear."

"Mm..." You hummed with subdued pleasure, willing yourself not to keen into the soft touch.

You wouldn't, you couldn't do that to yourself...could you?

Predictably, Ren slowly slinked back towards Strade once he was done with you, his small form pressing against his broad back as his tail wagged slowly, side to side. 

It seemed, despite (or maybe because of) your abuse, Ren wanted his master's attention.

You were a little offended by his total lack of loyalty, but more than that, you felt your core start to throb at the realisation, watching Ren's sleepy desire melt away as he waited for that desire to be given from his master.

You couldn’t be sure that you wouldn’t get a little turned on yourself, if you watched Strade beat Ren into submission.

What was loyalty here, anyway?

Strade naturally took notice of Ren’s need for attention, pulling one hand away from your face to reach over to his, pushing thick fingers through his soft hair and idly scratching his scalp again, like he was stroking a beloved pet in his lap.

"Ah, let me guess," He murmured with a knowing smirk and a subtle click of his tongue. "You want me to pay attention to you now, don't you, fuchs?"

"Yes," Ren nodded, not even a little guilty, it seemed, as he pressed closer to him, his tail wagging even more at the offer. "Please, please pay attention to me."

"Such a needy little thing," Strade chuckled, his voice almost a coo as his gaze switched between the two of you, a dark, lustful look of realisation coming to his face as he thought of what to do next. "Here's an idea...how about you two play together for a while, hm?"

"Huh?" Ren blinked golden eyes at his captor, before looking towards you, his cheeks almost as red as yours, (in spite of not having the same abuse thrown towards him, this time around).

"You heard me, Ren," Strade asserted firmly, taking a firmer grip on your chin and pulling you inwards, towards their tangled bodies. "Play together." 

You gave them both another defiant look, but, for whatever reason, didn't pull back as Strade pulled you in towards Ren and forced your faces together, initiating a (not wholly) non-consenting kiss.

"Mmph," You groaned, trying to turn your face away, but Strade's grip was stronger than your will to fight, and Ren's subservience kept his body tethered in space.

You had no way of winning.

Strade chuckled, seeming almost amused by your final display of defiance (and how much it was weakening) as he forced you closer to Ren and watched as your lips connected, a characteristically sadistic gleam in his eyes, as he let out a small sigh of contentment.

"Mmm...such a beautiful sight to witness..." He sighed, taking his hand from your chin and pressing it against the front of his khakis, groping the growing hardness of his erection.

"Ahhnn…" You groaned and gasped, as Ren pressed his hands to your chest (copping a feel of your breasts beneath your tank top) and ran his tongue over your lips, deepening the kiss and making it all the more intense.

You weren't sure if he was doing this for himself or his master. You weren’t sure if the distinction mattered that much anymore.

"Mmm! Such a bold move, Ren...little pervert that you are."

Strade laughed again with an indulgent look in his eye, watching the scene play out before his waiting eyes, as he groped at his cock. Before long, though, he raised a hand back up towards you, taking a firm fistful of Ren's hair and forcing him deeper into the kiss.

“Harder. Keep going.”

Ren let out a frightened, little yip as he was pushed harder against the kiss, with that force being enough to part both of your lips for just a moment, making the sloppy exchange of tongues and saliva and spittle all the more...erotically grotesque and obvious.

"Mmm...that's right...just like that..."

You were like his own personal porno, exaggerated kisses with too much saliva and wetness, groping hands, pantomimed moans and groans to make the pleasure appear all the more real.

You knew that this was fake. 

That didn't stop your entire body from throbbing with want, though.

"Hmph..." You groaned softly as Ren hurriedly pulled up the front of your tank and started to touch your chest, hot skin and skin, the kisses only growing more erratic and exaggerated.

"Ah, so naughty..." Strade murmured approvingly, sitting up (his belt was unbuckled, and his khakis were unzipped and unbuttoned) and showing off the hard lines of his erection through his briefs. "You're making this old man feel pretty excited, you know that, fuchs...?"

His firm grip on the back of Ren's head tightened, making the younger man groan hungrily against your lips, as his other hand reached down and slipped back into the crotch of his shorts, pulling the waistband down around his swelling knot and framing his cock with elastic. The tip was bright red and sticky with oozing pre-cum, and your mouth subconsciously watered for it.

"Mm-ahhh..." Ren pulled back from the kiss with a needy little whine, drool and slobber pooling down his chin as you followed after him, leaving kitten licks against his jaw, his chin, and his neck. “Nnnh…”

Strade laughed warmly, seeming to enjoy the sight of both of you so close together, jerking his fist up and down Ren's cock and indulging himself in his needy whines, and the way his body trembled with want. You knew if Strade kept touching like this, Ren was going to cum in an instant, and you hoped (hoped, hoped) that he wouldn’t.

"Ahh, how adorable...you two look so lovely together." He let out a little huff of amusement through his nose. "Maybe it's time for me to step in too, hm?"

"Mm?" Ren glanced towards his master, his cheeks flushed as Strade leaned closer and took Ren's lips with his own.

You pulled yourself backwards and blinked as Strade and Ren began to kiss hungrily, your head growing hot and your eyes hazy at the display. 

You might have been defiant, still, you might have played the role of 'the little spitfire' that Strade was so fond of, but there was...something about this that was getting you really, really hot.

Strade's head was tilted forward completely as he pressed his thick lips firmly against Ren's, his tongue forcing its way past Ren's pale, trembling lips and creating a hard kiss, an embrace that was as suffocating as it was pleasurable for the younger man. From the way that Strade was shifting, you had a sense that his arousal was growing as quickly as Ren’s had, as he deepened the kiss even more, wanting every inch of that mouth to be throughly claimed and owned.

Pulling back from the kiss slightly, he glanced over, peering at you through eyes hazy with desire, the sadistic glee in his eyes growing more intense as he took in your own hungry expression.

"Come here, liebling," He crooned, letting go of Ren's cock (much to the younger man's chagrin) and patting his knee authoritatively. "Come here...come to me."

Without a word of defiance, you crawled towards their bodies and keened into Strade’s suffocating warmth, pressing more kisses and kitten licks against his neck, his soft, scarred jaw, his stubbly cheek.

"That's it," He praised, his golden eyes flitting shut as he let out a low groan of pleasure, tilting his head back against the sofa’s cushions. "That's a good girl, my good girl..."

His free hand slid down the back of your shorts then, kneading and groping your soft ass and pulling you closer, tethering your body to his, before he leaned forward to press hard, open-mouthed kisses against your own gasping mouth...all while Ren keened in even closer too, so close that you can feel his lips trail against yours.

"Mmm...ahh,"

The room was filled with the sound of hot, wet kisses, wet lips and tongues trailing over hot skin and flesh, teeth biting, breath heaving. The heat of the three of you all pressed together, like a grotesque sandwich of desperate hunger, was growing more intense by the second, and it was making all three of you that much more erratic.

Strade pulled you into a lip-locked kiss, his tongue slipping its way into your mouth as you felt him press his hard against your thigh, while Ren licked needily at the wet crevice between your lips, his own cock bobbing uselessly against his belly, smearing pre-cum into his skin and pubic hair. 

You did the same when Strade pulled back and kissed Ren with the same forceful hunger, rocking your cunt against his lap and leaving a damp smear of wet against his khakis, all while desperately trying to claim the kiss, as Ren had done to you.

Ren's hand slipped down the front of your shorts, probing and toying with the (frankly embarrassing) wet slick of your clit and your folds as the two of you began to kiss again, wet, hot, heaving breaths, moans and whines as you tried to push closer to him, reaching down to circle your fist around his cock, drinking in his moans as he pressed them into the kiss.

Strade's grip on both of you (his hand on your ass, the other in Ren's hair) grew tighter as he pressed both of his little playthings together, like a little kid playing too roughly with his toys, a predator fucking around with his prey. 

His body was feeling especially hot beneath yours, though, responding well as you both kissed so hungrily and desperately, his own tongue exploring, claiming, owning, both of your gasping mouths each time you took a moment to peel back from each other and breathe.

He had thoroughly crushed the defiance out of both of you, and it was intoxicating.

Strade finally pulled away, breaking the kiss between the three of you, a sinister and sadistic grin plastered on his face as he gazed down at both of you, his excitement at its peak from the show he had just witnessed.

"Mmm...I can tell that you've both finally given in to me...you're mine now, toys...and I won't let either of you get away from me."

[nevadancitizen]

“debts to pay: nasty majesty!”

synopsis: sniping isn’t really something you wanted to do, but something you were forced into. luckily, you’re one of the best. unluckily, someone wants that position. that someone happens to be a 6′10 freak of a man.

word count: 1.4k

characters: könig, sniper! reader

trigger warnings: canon-typical violence

notes: i think i heard someone talking about könig being jealous that reader’s a sniper and reader being jealous that könig’s an intrusion specialist? can’t find anyone talking about it though. if you’re out there drop by! i like your ideas ^-^ also i’m going to be trying my hand at a series for tha first time in awhile.. be patient w me!!

chapters: one (you are here!) / two

The first thing you notice about König is the similarity he has to Atlas Shrugged and its author, Ayn Rand. He’s constantly trying to play both sides, just how Rand was pro-communism in her politics and pro-capitalism in her books – oh, yes, he’s so shy and insecure and such a fucking loser to others, but when he sees you, you who’s been shoved into the position of a sniper, he fucking seethes. 

It’s not even like you wanted this! All your life you’ve been dreaming of having his job, of getting your feet on the ground and putting boots in asses. Maybe it was a misguided attempt to get that adrenaline rush, maybe it was your true calling that your superiors would only recognize in time. But in any case, it wasn’t your job. 

Being a sniper isn’t honorable. You sit for hours at a time, being perfectly still, waiting for the perfect opportunity that might not even come. And what were you even supposed to do if there was someone right in front of you? Run five hundred miles away and take a shot? It feels like being the crazy ex: stalking, waiting, and, finally, striking. 

And that’s what you were doing right now. Sitting in a highrise apartment that wasn’t yours, looking out the window with binoculars, scoping out the target. She was moving about her hotel room, pacing back and forth while on the phone. It looked like she was having to hold herself back from screaming into it. 

The comm in your ear crackles to life. Your superior addresses you, then asks for a sitrep. You sigh and look away, bringing the binoculars away from your face. Your peripheral vision comes back into focus after you rub your eyes. 

You speak into your comms, “Schaeffer’s still in her hotel. On a call. Looks pretty damn angry.”

“Hold your fire,” your superior says. “Wait til she’s hung up. Then make it quick.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You quickly open the window and grab your sniper rifle, attaching a suppressor and resting the bi-pod on the windowsill. Breathing out slowly, you closed one eye and looked down the scope. It was just like looking down the binoculars, just with a crosshair, you remind yourself. You find Schaeffer’s hotel room window through the scope and watch. 

A horrible feeling settles into the pit of your stomach. You feel like a creep. You want to give the revolutionist an honorable death – best her in combat or something. Not shoot once and run away like a coward. 

Schaeffer screams into the phone, very probably something along the lines of ‘fuck you!’. She hangs up and throws her phone into the duvet of her hotel bed. Her hands fly to her scalp, looking like she wants to tug her locs out as she practically froths at the mouth in frustration. 

“Permission to fire?” you ask quietly. 

“Permission granted.”

The sound of the bullet leaving the gun is muffled by the suppressor, but right next to your head, it sounds like the crack of Babe Ruth hitting a baseball. Schaeffer jerks back and falls, just a bit of blood and brain matter splattering onto the wall. Confetti fit for a funeral. 

“Target down,” you say into the comms. You quickly gather your things, making sure to leave no evidence you even broke into the apartment for the perfect angle on Schaeffer. With your disassembled rifle in a duffel bag slung over your shoulder, you walk out of the apartment as casually as you can – even pretend to lock it behind you. 

You walk down the hall with your heart roaring in your ears, adrenaline screaming at your body to run as fast as you can, lest you get caught by Schaeffer’s followers. But you maintain a calm – maybe even bored – demeanor. 

And everything is quiet until you step into the elevator. 

A college student, no older than twenty, steps aside when you step into the elevator. You shift on your feet when you see a Vox Populi pin on their backpack – the name of Schaeffer’s revolution. The disassembled rifle clatters in your duffel bag. The college student sends a weird look your way as the scope falls out and clangs on the floor.

You quickly grab it and shove it in your pocket. You look at them out of the corner of your eye, gauging their reaction. “Don’t worry – it’s a prop. I’m a cinema student. The rest is filming equipment.” 

The way you speak leaves little room for doubt. The college student hums in understanding. You let out a silent sigh of relief and thank your lucky stars. 

You both stand in silence until the elevator reaches the bottom level of the apartment complex. You head for the front door while the college student heads for the front desk – probably to pick up a package or something. 

You’re one foot out the door when you glance over your shoulder to see the college student pointing at you. One of the front desk attendants slides her hand under the desk and hits a button, causing an alarm to blare. 

You take off, practically tripping over yourself as you run. Your hand flies to your ear, pressing the talk button on your comm. “Cover’s compromised, what now?!” 

“Sending coordinates of a nearby operator. He’s in a black, four-door SUV,” your superior replies. 

You slide into an alley, fishing your phone out of your pocket. The operator’s two hundred feet away – something you can cover without exhausting yourself too much. You pocket your phone and take off running towards him, eyes scouring the streets for a parked car that matches the description. 

When you see that only one car on the street is a black, four-door SUV, you immediately open the door and slide into the backseat, throwing your duffel bag on the seat beside you. 

You’ve only caught your breath just the slightest bit when you say your name and identify yourself as a fellow KorTac operator. You lean into the gap between the front seats to get a look at the driver, but your eyes dart to a ragged, black t-shirt in the passenger seat. Grey thread sews the neck and arm holes shut, and bleach-dyed tears run from two ragged holes cut in the pec area. You immediately recognize it as a mask that belongs to –

“König. KorTac.” 

You whip around to see his narrowed eyes peeking out from behind his hood. He’s gripping the steering wheel like he’s trying to choke it out. You lean back into backseat territory, sighing. 

You look out the window at the people walking on the sidewalk. “Superiors said to catch a ride with you.” 

“And I wasn’t alerted.” König shifts the car into drive and moves onto the road, still keeping that white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel. 

You roll your eyes and scoff. “It was practically a fucking fiasco, man. Don’t think there was time for them to call you up and say, ‘Hey, is it alright if one more operator tags along back to base?’!”

“Of course you’re the type to say fiasco,” König mutters under his breath. 

“What does that even mean?!” 

König doesn’t respond, just keeps his eyes on the road. You sigh and lean forward between the gaps in the front seats, turning on the radio so you don’t suffocate in this silence that’s quickly growing tense. König’s grip on the steering wheel relaxes.

You lean back against the seat, watching the countryside fly by. The disassembled rifle rattles in your duffel bag. You lay a hand on it to silence it. 

Minutes go by as the top hundred hits play on the radio before König reaches over and turns the volume down just the slightest bit. 

He glances in the rearview mirror before returning his eyes to the road. “Who was it?”

You shift in your seat, ever so slightly. “Why do you want to know?”

“I’m trying to be polite.”

“Sure, ‘cause you know so much about politeness.”

His grip on the steering wheel tightens again. You’re sure he could rip it straight off if he wanted to. Maybe he would. Hell, maybe he’d beat you to death with it just so he could take your job. He’s just like that when it comes to you. 

You lean forward and turn the volume back up. A new song starts – one with heavy beats that almost shake the car. The beat cuts out for a split second and a woman sing-shouts “Na-a-sty!”

Your eyes flicker to the radio interface. The song is Nasty Majesty by Off the Hook. A small smile settles across your face as you lean against the window. 

That’s what König is. A nasty majesty. 

[littlebluespoon]

Fork In The Road ~ Choices Ch 2

Here it is! Chapter 2! Apologies for the wait on this one, it was really taking a lot. I wanted to really make Johnny darker and more manipulative in this chapter so I hope it comes across.

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TW: 18+ MDNI, abuse, obsessive behaviour, manipulation, cold showers, punishments, chains, restraints, force feeding

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It was hard to tell how much time had passed. The room you were in had no windows, the only light source was a ceiling lamp that had been turned out after Johnny had left the room which mean there was no reason for you to stumble around trying to find the switch. But you tried anyway, bumping into walls and tripping over raised floorboards. Your hands scrambling in the dark to find something, anything to touch, to hold onto and ground yourself with so that the feeling of falling through an abyss would dissipate. But it was not to be. You sat in that room, falling into anxious despair with your arms hugged tightly around you just so you had something to feel. It could have been hours, could have been days or it could have only been minutes and you would have never known.

The bright light startles you, burns your eyes and as you’re distracted by it the sound of the locks goes unnoticed by your ears. However the whistle that comes next doesn’t,

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes lass?” He stands in the doorway, surrounded by the light in a mockery of a halo, carrying a bowl in one hand and chains in the other. Your choices. You were out of time. The choice had to be made now,

“Johnny? I’m sorry, I- I shoulda asked fir-first about the book” you choked back a few sobs and held back the flood of anxiety driven ‘what if’ scenarios your mind had dreamed up in the dark

“Hey, hey, did nae worry about tha’ lass,” he croons, leaving the chains by the door and coming to a crouch in front of you, “Here, let’s get you settled first eh?” He reaches his hand out towards you and smiles softly when you hesitantly extend a hand towards his.

“There we go, that wisnae hard, was it?” He sits next to you as if you were a scared puppy that he was trying to coax out of a corner. He doesn’t offer you the bowl though, instead he scoops some food onto a spoon and offers that to you, “I ken I’m no the best chef but I can manage some cereal,” when you reach a hand towards the spoon he pulls it back, “Ah, ah.” He chastises you and waits until you lower your hand before offering you the spoonful again.

You suffer through being fed like a toddler in silence. It’s a decision that comes mostly from confusion as you expected him to be angrier. He was practically frothing at the mouth as he chased you through the woods yet he seems content sitting here with you. Of course he doesn’t miss the way your eyes stare at the chains that had been left by the door. The fear in you not quite able to be forgotten due to their threatening presence, 

“Did nae worry, they’re jus’ incase ye dinnae want tae eat. Finish up and we can get tae chatting.” 

The last few mouthfuls of cereal taste like ash because you don’t know whats coming next.

The empty bowl gets tossed to the side, banging against the wall. You flinch from the noise and Johnny rushes to comfort you, engulfing you in his arms as you feel the heat that radiates from him,

“Sorry Bonnie, didnae mean tae scare ye,” He’s soft as he tucks you into his chest, his chin resting on your head, “It’s alright now. Yer gonna be good for me, aren’t you Bonnie? Ma good little wife, can come home to ye in ma bed and not in that daft wee hut that’s fallin’ apart.” He whispers the words in your ear, holding you as if you might disappear at any moment.

Slowly, the heat from his body warms yours. Your legs regaining feeling last, though you wish they hadn’t. In your panic you had run several miles through the forest and your muscles were suffering from it as well as the soles of your feet. They’d been cut to shreds on the forest floor and the cold was the only reason you hadn’t felt it until now. 

Johnny had dismissed your small whines of pain assuming you were protesting about his hold on you so you found what voice you did have to get his attention,

“J-Johnny?” he watches as you pause to turn in his arms and look up at him almost in disbelief, “How?” you had whispered the word. Almost like you didn’t want to say it but you were staring at man who had turned into a wolf. You had watched him do it. Several times. While the supernatural was something you were used to reading about, after all it was what paid your bills, it was something you never expected to witness. It was fiction, something to fuel the darkest fantasies you kept locked away in your mind. It wasn’t real. Except it was and Johnny was living proof of that. 

“You’d be surprised at whats real Bonnie. Come on,” he lifts you into his arms, one arm under your legs and the other supporting your back, “Let’s get ye cleaned up huh?”

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Out the room. Up the stairs. Front door. By pass it. Up more stairs. Two flights. Four closed doors. Bathroom. 

You had never actually been in Johnny’s farmhouse. He always came to your little hut, as he called it, usually on his way in or out of the gates as your house was set just aways from them. Said it made more sense for him to come to you but it meant you’d only seen the large house a few times and had never seen the inside. It wasn’t as you imagined.

A military man his whole life, you expected minimalism. Very few comforts or possessions but from the small glimpses you caught on your way through, it was anything but. Definitely farmyard but all the wood was stained darker so it felt like a winters cabin. The décor a navy blue with grey accents and a large fireplace filled with photos. Considering how little he was in it, it felt lived in and looked like a home, not a house.

The bathroom was bright in comparison. White tiles with black grout and silver chrome fittings. Everything in the room reflected the bright LED lights and left you squinting your eyes as Johnny placed you on the counter surrounding the sink and turned his attention to the massive sunken in to the ground bathtub that took up most of the space. Large enough to fit four, the tub was more spa jacuzzi than bathtub with its jets and benches. As Johnny got the water running he took to smelling different products he had, 

“Wanted to get you what ye usually use but ah figured if ye smelt like me, ah wouldnae be as jumpy.” You could smell the apple scent from across the room, it was crisp and sweet, exactly what Johnny smelt like whenever you got close enough to catch a hint.

“Lets get ye outta those dirty clothes shall we?” he pulls at the bottom of your top and clicks his tongue in displeasure when you don’t move with him, “Come oan, arms up now. Lets not make this difficult eh?” He waits a moment, letting you decide and when you don’t choose, he makes the decision for you,

“Fine then. If that’s how you want to do it,” he gets his hands under your legs and hoists you up, holding you close to his chest.

“This coulda been nice for ye, relaxing even. I want ye tae remember that ye chose this.” He wasn’t walking towards the bath and it wasn’t until you were in it that you saw the shower. Four glass walls, with a door that opened outwards. A door that Johnny was holding closed,

“We could have had a nice day, you could have been warm and fed and I could have eased ye into this. I need ye to understand that you chose exactly how this goes.” 

The cold takes your breath away. The water hitting the top of your head with such force that you can’t keep it up. You reach for the door but it won’t move, held closed by Johnny’s bodyweight, so you’re forced to endure the freezing cascade of water. You watch the water turn a murky brown and flow down the drain, your lungs just gulping air in short bursts as black tendrils swirl in your vision. It feels like it goes on forever but as quick as it started, the torrent stops and you’re left shivering in the cubicle as Johnny uses his foot to keep the door closed while reaching for a towel,

“Ye gonna make good choices now Bonnie?” He waits for your small nod, although it was probably more shivering than nod, before he opens the door, “Lets get ye outta they wet clothes now.” 

He reaches for your t-shirt and this time you comply, more concerned about hypothermia than Johnny seeing you naked, raising your arms and letting him pull it off. You manage to disguise a flinch as more shivers when he reaches for the button on your jeans, stepping out of them when he taps the back of your calves,

“There we are,” He croons as he wraps the large, warm towel around you like someone would a child, “Lets get ye dry and warm now.”  You follow as he guides you to a bedroom at the end of the hall. 

The cold keeps you distracted as Johnny flits about, drying you with the towel, dressing you in a cotton nightgown and sitting you down at a large vanity. You look at the large mirror in front of you but you don’t see. The exhaustion hits you hard, your eyes closing as Johnny takes his time brushing through and drying your hair,

“I know, we’ll get tae bed soon lass but I don’t want ye catching a chill.” He methodically sections and dries your hair, taking more care than you ever have to ensure its dry and knot free. Every time the brush snags at a knot he runs a hand over your scalp and places a kiss atop your head in a silent apology for hurting you. 

His actions were confusing and in the pits of exhaustion you couldn’t make sense of anything, choosing to sit silently as he worked. You could hear him muttering away behind you, counting every pass he does with the brush and once he reaches 100 he picks up another section and starts again.

“Gotta get all these knots out luvie, dinnae wanna have te shave ye now,” he jests throwing you a wink through the mirror, “Once we’re done here ye can go tae bed, awright?” He stops and stares at you as if waiting for an answer but when none comes he resumes brushing your hair, hitting your head with the brush a little harder than he had been and you can’t hear him counting anymore.

The hair brush gets set on the vanity and you get another kiss right on the top of your head, this one longer than the others had been and Johnny rests his cheek on your head too, looking at you through the mirror,

“Yer beautiful lass, ye do ken that right? Ah just wanna eat ye up.” Another quick kiss to the top of your head and he’s pulling you up and towards the bed. Johnny directs you into the bed and pulls back the covers, exposing the soft sheets and a chain. 

Just in case Johnny reassures you as he clamps the cuff around your ankle and secures it. So you’re warm enough he tells you as he tucks the hot water bottle in beside you. So you’re not scared he says when he turns on the small plug in lamp. So you know you’re loved he explains as he tucks the covers around you and kisses your lips.

“Get a good rest and hopefully in the morning ye can make some better choices luvie. Night night, sleep tight and dinnae let the bed bugs bite.” He sings as he turns out the light and closes the door behind him. The sound of an electronic door lock chiming echoes in the room. You’re frozen in the bed, not willing to make a sound in case it brings him back in but not willing to sleep in case he sneaks back in.

The only option you have is to lie there. Thinking about the choices that got you here and the choices that lay before you. Contemplating every option, using a pillow to smother the sobs that come with the panic attacks when you think about the worst options and daydreaming about the best ones. Praying that the choices you make keep you alive until you can see a way out. Johnny never sticks around for long after all.

[childotkw]

Ahhh! I'm absolutely in love with your Lucemond fic snippets. The idea of Lucerys bonding with the Cannibal over their shared consumption of dragon flesh is just so *chef's kiss*. Also that line about Lucerys thinking about the way Arrax was still looking out for him even in death. My poor heart. I've seen a few people mention Lucerys surviving and bonding with him, but no one talked about how such a thing could come to pass when the dragon has a history of killing any who try to fly him.

A part of me can't help but think about the utterly dark and unhinged potential of their bond. Perhaps there is no real love and gentle affection between them, not like Lucerys' bond with Arrax, but they have a shared experience and an understanding of doing whatever it takes to survive. The Cannibal is always hungry for the flesh of his kin, and he can sense that same sort of hunger in his newly bonded. It resonates between them. It makes the ancient beast want to nuture that hunger, ensure that his feral little rider survives and grows stronger. The old dragon feeds Lucerys' need for revenge, and the human helps feed the beast's rage and cravings for battle and any spoils that he can claim. It creates a really beautiful and terrifying sort of symmetry.

And now for an utterly depraved idea...

Imagine the Cannibal swooping in and fighting an enemy dragon while Lucerys is involved in some skirmish on the ground and ripping off a chunk of flesh. The Blacks win the fight and the dragon lands and presents the lump to its rider like an offering.

Lucerys is quiet as he watches the great dragon lower its massive head and nudge the meat towards him. He can hear the whispers of onlookers calling his bonded a monster and how they should all fear for their lives. Through their bond he can feel Cannibal's quiet encouragement. Here. The flesh of your enemy. Eat. Be strong. With Cannibal's thoughts echoing in his head head, he opens his mouth and commands, "Dracarys."

The dragon's flames errupt forth, scorching the meat in a controlled burst of emerald fire. The gathered crowd watches on in shock and horror as the Prince draws out a knife and slices away a strip of seared meat. The Cannibal throws back his head with a proud roar as the boy accepts and his teeth sink into his gift.

(Tell me Aemond wouldn't go absolutely unhinged and feral over finding out Lucerys ended up eating Arrax in order to survive and may have just eaten a piece of one of the Green's dragons. It'd probably be worse if it was Vhagar that was injured too. Haha.)

I'm frothing at the mouth with this - it's like you're in my head.

When I thought up the whole symbolic cannibalism of Lucerys eating bits of Arrax to survive, I was so giddy. It happens rarely, but some of the things my brain comes up with honestly blow me away. I just immediately sat down and went yes YES this is what I need.

Poor boy is going to Go Through Some Things under my tender care. Just a dash more trauma and survivor guilt to make him extra spicy.

Lucerys will be walking a very fine line for most of this - and god am I excited to dive into his bond with Cannibal.

The unspoken understanding between them, that soul-deep connection, distorted reflections of each other…it'll be so good.

Lucerys' gradual shifts in personality, guided by Cannibal's own - it's like being caught in the tail of a comet. Cannibal is old, he has been around since the dawn of the Targaryen dynasty, and Lucerys is so young, too young to be able to keep himself grounded in the face of such a force of nature. Cannibal's hunger, that insatiable bloodlust - it'll start to bleed through, and Lucerys will be made into something new.

Especially in the beginning, when their bond is so fresh, Lucerys will feel the need to reinforce their connection. But once they've settled into their new dynamic, that will be when it becomes…routine for him. Normal. The disgust and shame mostly doused by the heady rush of power that comes from being a predator.

Once the war begins in earnest, and they are too valuable to leave wallowing on Dragonstone, Lucerys takes to eating his meals with Cannibal. He doesn't always partake in whatever prey Cannibal hauls in - sometimes it's enough for him to simply mime that act; but more often than not he'll return to camp with animal blood staining his mouth and hands.

The men are unnerved, Targaryens have always been…queer to outsiders, but who are they to question a dragon? Who are they to question Lucerys Velaryon, the rider of one of the largest dragons alive, and who is said to be unkillable?

No. They merely avert their eyes from the boy when he returns from visiting his beast, keeping their thoughts to themselves and praying that the day never comes when they are seen as prey.

(And as for Aemond? Well, when he hears the rumours surrounding Lucerys, when he hears how he drenches his pale skin in the blood of his kills, when he hears the way people speak of the boy with hushed fear instead of scorn…he can't help but laugh.

Because Lucerys had always been a violent, hungry little creature.

It's just now that everyone else sees the truth.)

[kradogsrats]

So in the final part of Chasing Shadows, we see a very interesting moment regarding Rayla's moral framework and understanding. Generally we discuss that in terms of, y'know, assassinating people, since that's the major factor of what's going on with her—she believes she is supposed to be able to kill people, and it is a failure on her part to not do so.

But in Chasing Shadows, we have something we see pretty rarely: her interacting with dark magic and the way her views on it (and humanity as a result) are shaped... and how, in some ways, they haven't changed from s1.

Rayla spares Marcos because she—against her training—sees him as a person, and a person who hasn't done her any harm. Later, she sees the inside of Viren's dark magic workshop and is horrified by the shelves of ingredients, and declares that there is "nothing in humans worth sparing." So early on, she's essentially equating humanity and dark magic, and then has this cognitive dissonance where she swings back and forth between seeing humans as sympathetic or as monstrous. When she does settle on sympathetic, it's to the point that she offers to go with Callum to confront her entire squad (immediately after Runaan refused to listen to her) and potentially fight for Harrow's life. Even though, sure, the egg is still alive... but Harrow did still kill Avizandum.

Basically, Rayla has this ongoing conflict between her own nuanced moral compass and a very black-and-white framework she has been trained to use, and really struggles to land anywhere other than an extreme. In Chasing Shadows, we see her have the same experience she had early on with Marcos, but with Tressal, a dark mage.

Now, Rayla's overall experience with dark magic is mostly Claudia using it to attack her and what she has been taught regarding its history and poaching of Xadian inhabitants for materials, so we can't respect a particularly nuanced view... but it's very interesting that what gives her pause in this situation is this:

“Blood coral,” spat the dark mage, tide frothing over his mouth. “For—” “For dark magic,” Rayla said. “For many things, elf!” he snarled, defiant. “To warm a cold hearth. To draw plague from poisoned water. To heal the sick and bleeding—”

She hesitates, deliberately comparing him to Viren and literally trying to see Viren in him to condemn him, but then:

But what if it was true? A plague, an illness, a wound—

She apparently literally didn't know that dark magic can be used for purposes that she would consider noble? And then, similar to her rapid oscillating early in s1, she's immediately discarding that thought when Tressal defends himself. (It's unclear whether the coral growth would have hurt Rayla, appearing to have been primarily a defensive spell to armor himself and potentially disarm her.) He then escapes with the coral, which Rayla considers a failure comparable to her failure to kill Marcos:

Rayla looked at the driftwood floor. “Because I messed up. He got away with the rest.” Redfeather sighed. “You hesitated. Like in the Bone Pit.” It stung. She was right, of course. Rayla caught a glimpse of her own reflection in a glass bottle and scowled at herself: the face glowering back at her was not the face of an assassin, and it never would be.

So... she was supposed to, what, kill him? Even though he's not the target she thought she was hunting? Then return to Redfeather with the coral, which she has openly admitted she'll probably just sell to another dark mage? Okay, then... there's some pretty wild moral gymnastics going on, there.

Like, is she justified in feeling tricked by Tressal? Sure. I'd be pissed, if I were her. But I don't think he was lying. Whatever he is personally planning to use the blood coral for, what he listed are almost definitely legitimate uses for it—but it definitely feels implied that Rayla assumes it was all a trick that she was naive to fall for, in that she'd... apparently prefer to bring this coral that could surely only ever be used for evil purposes back to Redfeather and the black market, rather than let it go with this kid who rattled off a list of uses that made her genuinely pause in concern that she was taking something from someone who desperately needed it to save lives, and then defended himself without harming her.

So basically what's going on here is that, even though Rayla is now on team cool-with-humans (and was before it was... cool), she's still heavily affected by the toxic morality framework she was at the beginning of s1, in ways beyond just always feeling shitty about herself when she shouldn't.

[florallylly]

side b: steve harrington

side a side a: eddie munson

side b

explanation post

FORGET THE FORMATTING!!! PLS BE QUIET!!! anyways into steve harrington. his playlist is SAUR bubblegum lesbian pop. and tbh i really tried to kind of blend new/old in side a with eddie and make it smth MAYBE he would listen to? but steve, i automatically pegged him as 80s pop and lesbian music like. you probably listen to bruce springsteen but in my heart u know who rina sawayama is. anyways yes steve harrington coping through partying and then falling in lurv.

YES he admits it as soon as it happens bc he's emotionally intelligent and he knows himself thank u for coming to my ted talk

“Perfect Places” Lorde; “Have another drink, get lost in us/this is how we get notorious” “Every night, I live and die/meet somebody, take ‘em home” YEAH…. steve harrington coping post season-2 and stancy break up by  partying and drinking and sleeping around. like i see it…. i was there and it’s so. desperation to find peace and eventually settling for oblivion bc nothing is better than everything 

“Heaven/Hell” CHVRCHES; this song is so steve harrington to me i can’t even describe…. like it’s so disillusionment with his former sense of self and what he used to attach importance to. and he feels like a fraud and also an imposter, surrounded by people who he’s outgrown. and somehow it also feels like no one has truly realized that vital shift. it’s SAUR “is it right if i’m a perfect actress/playing the princess in distress?” “is it alright if i save myself and/if i clean up my own mess” IDK. why is that so steve to me. 

“Stand Back” Stevie Nicks; like LIKE this song is so everyone wants me except for you/you’re the only one i want. idk…. steve harrington this is so you to me. he is so pining he is so what if he is so i built our future in my head and now everything is crumbling down around me. you have changed me so deeply that i can never go back to the same person i was before i met you. and the world around me stays stagnant and stuck in time, with me out like a sore thumb. like i’m sobbing crying frothing at the mouth…. 

“Head Over Heels/Broken” Tears for Fears; a classic… a classic… but also like a little mashup moment to make it narratively appropriate in my head. also the applause at the end is giving the curtains are down the performance is over… king steve lays down his crown… AM I INSANE IN THIS MOMENT… 

“Honey Understand” Noso; to me this is a little bit of a moment like if i’m misinterpreting this song wrong SO embarrassing. but literally?? i think it’s so steve… bc it’s like in any break up it’s always going to be him at fault because he’s the ladies man and the popular jerk. he’s always going to be made out to be a villain in certain people’s eyes. like what am i even saying but you get it right… and it’s like how can i even keep fighting when i’m already crumbling apart. but also you’ll never know bc i’ll never let anyone know how bad it is … i’m unwell 

“Deliverance” CHVRCHES; i think this is actually about religion (maybe?) but i’m thinking of it as more of a general framework or life view that steve held before the upside down. he’s had to rethink what’s important and what matters like fr…. and now that he’s spending more time with eddie and realizing things about… naur it’s like this moment is his watershed moment and he’s being set free of smth like… his king steve persona?? his guilt over barb?? any other head canon ??? or maybe it’s like his fucked up coping viewed as something that’s bringing him back to his “normal” self… like back 2 parties back 2 alcoholism 

“Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight” ABBA; like YEAH of course this song is on here. and it’s so hello steve harrington are you on the prowl are you looking for something so you can actually feel something

“Take Me Home Tonight” Eddie Money; pretty self explanatory like… steve harrington you are turning to sex to distract yourself and chasing the way you felt before. also in comparison to gimme gimme gimme, this is a more self aware reflection like. post nut clarity. but also in my head this is steve harrington meeting with eddie munson s2 and making the impulsive decision to follow him literally anywhere, kick starting everything that follows. 

“Yours” Now, Now; attraction bantering cockiness like it’s all there like it’s everything… it’s everything…. 

“Untouched” The Veronicas, I DON’T CARE IF IT DOESN’T FIT … this song is so important to me and it’s saur…. steve harrington you are getting attached steve harrington you are falling in love. to be clear this is before they get together or do anything like…. this is the pining this is the wanting 

“Don’t You Want Me” The Human League; so basically added for vibes, didn’t pay much attention to the lyrics and meaning. IT’S JUST SO …. 80s pop and 80s pop is so steve. HOWEVER i feel like i can use this as my little soap box bc “you were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar… turned you int someone new/now five years later on, you’ve got the world at your feet” is saur nancy and “the five years we have had have been such good at times, I still love you/ but now, i think it’s time i lived my life on my own” is SAUR steve. like nancy wheeler in s4 reflecting on steve’s changes and the fandom’s reflection of pushing this narrative that nancy was the main reason and the greatest influence on steve’s change. my pet peeve…. let’s not forget the trauma he went through that could have shook his entire worldview. also ??? he’s a big boy with his own thoughts let him have a little ponder. i would add more but i’m not capable of totally explaining this at all JUST !!! ugh but yeah steve harrington you are attracted to eddie munson song

“Forever Tonight” Kelechi; “love me like there’s no tomorrow/kiss me like we’re out of time” DO I EVEN NEED TO SAY ANYTHING??? I AM IN REAL PAIN!!! 

“I Was Made For Lovin’ You” KISS; KEYSTONE SONG. yes they fucked yes they fucked. and OKAY idc if it’s cheesy YOU try to fit in a semi-metal song into your 80s/lesbian pop playlist

“Lay All Your Love On Me” ABBA; OMG …. it is so necessary. that is all. LIKE SO NEEDED. 

“Hungry Eyes” Eric Carmen; it’s literally from dirty dancing like what else can i say… steve harrington is having his little romcom moment. honestly he’s practically one of the brat pack. he’s LIVING it he’s living it

“Keep on Loving You” REO Speedwagon; okay they were killing on anniversaries i just know it. like this is so my parent’s wedding. it’s so puffed sleeve dresses and slow dancing at prom and steve is a ROMANTIC. steve is a ROMANTIC in a small midwest town like. where was his prom king moment 

“Seven Wonders” Fleetwood Mac; lowkey a filler song but yes can anything compare to the beauty of this moment something very romantic. this is on the mixtape for sure 

“(Don’t Fear) The Reaper” Blue Oyster Cult; ONCE AGAIN I KNOW IT DOESNT FIT THAT WELL… but this is a keystone song… a metal song forcefully inserted into the playlist. this is supposed to mark the point where steve falls in love love. but what i got from the song is basically like. we’re going to die anyways let’s just fall in love. i’m sure that’s way simplistic but vibe… 

“Horses” Maggie Rogers; sorry I’m…. gay….? and it’s like it’s like it’s like i wanna be free i wanna be free with you do you wanna be free with me. in a more romantic and AHHHH way but like how do i even begin to try and describe how this song makes me feel like… unreal. but it’s also like a little stop for steve to doubt and think about what he’s feeling and deciding to do ??? idk where i was going with that. but yes my little interlude for pondering

“Black Butterflies and Deja Vu (Acoustic)” The Maine; keystone song keystone song. when steve admits he is in lurv of course. chose the acoustic version bc i feel like it fits better and also i think it’s more of a soft realization for steve rather than the absolute car wreck that is eddie. please understand my thoughts immediately 

[tgrailwar-zero]

As you severed your ties to the Blue Faction, something felt different. AVENGER felt different.

Distant.

Further away.

CONDUCTOR continued to fragment and glitch, his presence becoming less and less tangible before vanishing entirely. His form, his voice-- gone, nothing more than malignant data festering inside AVENGER.

As the silence settled, another voice filled in the space, sardonic and coy.

"You know, I don't exactly have much experience with Western warfare, but I have to give my props to Greece and their Trojan Horse."

With light, casual steps, CASTER emerged. Her expression was cool and aloof, the hem of her kimono drifting against the grass as AVENGER was stuck. Paralyzed. Helpless, in every sense.

"My allies wondered of the effectiveness of my plan. To suppress the memories and abilities of an enemy Servant, as well as carefully install an A.I virus based on the fragmented memories that the enemy had left. They thought it easier to just kill Avenger. In most cases, I would agree, but… well, this is a much deeper than just Avenger."

She let out a long, dramatic sigh.

"Blame you for the a problem that I set in the first place. 'Botching the summoning', then offering a solution. Ah, but where are my manners. Congratulations, Avenger, let me fix that little 'memory issue'. Though it doesn't really matter. You're nobody special, just a murderer. A failure who only has a legacy for killing talent."

AVENGER collapsed to his knees as CASTER snapped her fingers. Unceremoniously, memories flooded back as he gripped his head, frothing at the mouth as information continued to pour in, the floodgates opened without any care.

CASTER continued to gloat.

"Aw, he's in pain. And it's all your fault. What horrid Masters you all are."

With a tonedeaf chime, several statuses made themselves known.

[ AVENGER's True Name Unlocked! AVENGER's HP set to 1! AVENGER's MP set to 1! AVENGER's contract has been severed from his Masters! ]

She continued talking past AVENGER's pained screams, as if they were nothing but ambiance.

"My main concern was MoonCancer. I mean, her presence is a bit of an anomaly to begin with, but she's a talented hacker. I would have lost everything if she poked around at my virus. Well, not everything, but this little plan would have been foiled. Luckily, you all didn't even need my help running away from her."

With an airy chuckle, she swatted away the attempt like one would swat away flies.

"How cute."

She lilted, with a smirk.

"Unfortunately, he's mine now. You severed your ties to him and his team, remember? All that's left is the data I left behind."

"And my favorite part? I didn't have to make you do anything. Feed the right words, and you scrambled away from the closest ones you had to allies. I thought that severing your Blue Faction ties would at least cause you to hesitate, and yet you burst full speed ahead! Attacking your own allies, ignoring their pleas for you to stop, after they kept giving you the benefit of the doubt! And you still wanted to feed on their kindness, like parasites. Ah, they should be giving me a medal, honestly. I'm doing them a favor."

She dropped her veneer of elegance for a moment, bursting out in a loud, boisterous cackle, before stepping close and placing a hand on AVENGER's shuddering chest.

"But now, the contract has been severed. You're no longer Masters. No longer part of this War. No stakes. No purpose. No Servant to serve as your contact to this world. Why destroy you, when I can simply nudge you into oblivion? You'll live as long as this world does, just without any way to experience it."

She did it slowly, with intent. Slowly picking away at each thread connecting you and AVENGER.

Again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. …And again.

As he was pushed further, and further from you.

The last thing you heard, as she gently cupped AVENGER's head in her hands- the pain now having driven him to completely fall unconscious- and her villainous monologue finally inching to a close was her sneering voice.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of him while you're gone. Rider too."

This was, without a doubt, a…

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......Ugh. Dammit.

'A NARRATING VOICE': "In other words, you beefed it. Screwed up. Shat the bed. Back to start, do not pass go. Et cetera. …Yeesh."

[ladylooch]

Emma trying to make breakfast and timo distracting her by giving her kisses and hugging her from behind

Well… I had good intentions… but it turned out 18+ again. ☠️

“Is he really still asleep?” Timo asks me from where he is on his back, chest rapidly expanding after our morning sex.

“Yeah. He’s teething again. Molars this time.” I pant back. “Mmm.” I sigh, turning onto my side and burrowing my nose into his sweaty chest. “I want more of that.”

“Okay, but I need to eat.” He says, reaching around to give my ass a hardy grip. “Damn, those squats are working.” I’ve been working with a personal trainer since we have been back in Switzerland. My tone has built significantly and Timo takes any chance he can get to admire me. 

“I’ll have your booty by the end of the summer.” I giggle.

“Maybe.” He slaps my ass cheek, admiring it’s jiggle.

“Food.” I remind him when his other hand comes to massage my breast.

“Yeah, food.”

We roll out of bed. Timo draped his t-shirt over my shoulders, smiling at how good I look in it. He leans down, kissing along my jaw, heavily tonguing at me as I moan. I step into him more, letting my hands roam down to his back, resting on his ass cheeks. I press him into me, feeling him hard again.

“Baby.” He chuckles, forehead resting on mine. My lips chase his as he tries to pull away. I grip the back of his neck tightly, whimpering slightly.

“Just slide my panties to the side and have me again. Please.” My needy beg has him.

“Fuck.” Timo groans, then does just that while my hands hold me up at the foot of the bed.

After that, I make it downstairs. Timo confirms Lio is still asleep when he joins me in the kitchen.

“He wouldn't notice a train in his room right now.” 

“We can wake him when breakfast is done.” I say, reaching up towards a few bowls for the pancake batter. “ I turn back towards the kitchen island, seeing Timo’s eyes appreciating my body. I pucker my lips for a smooch, then settle in with all the ingredients at the island. Timo heads to the coffee bar to makes us both a cup. 

“For you.” Timo murmurs, setting mine next to me with perfectly frothed cream. His hand comes to rest on my opposite hip, watching as I do a quick whisk of the dry ingredients. “Lio has the best mama. Pancakes from scratch? Lucky boy.”

“It’s not hard.” I shrug, then reach for the other bowl to begin my wet ingredients. “Oh I need a banana.” I murmur mostly to myself, turning to walk back across the kitchen. Timo trails after me, hands following me every direction. I try to go back to the island again and he attacks me with kisses. His hands greedily grab me as I laugh. I tilt my head to one side, trying to weave away from his grasp. But then he buries his face into my neck, tickling me with his stubble until I can barely breathe. “Stop!” I wheeze. He releases me, but gives my ass another big slap. “You’re gonna leave a mark if you keep this up.”

“Intentionally.” He says after a slurp of coffee. He sets the cup down and is right back behind me. He is quiet for a moment, watching my work of mashing the banana into a pulp. “Can I have chocolate chips?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I think I deserve them for the three orgasms you’ve already had today.”

“Okay.” I chuckle and shrug. He is quiet again, keeping me pinned between him and the island. “Can I maybe have another inch?”

“No. You’re doing just fine like this.” I can feel his smile against the back of my neck. His lips begin to pepper my skin there. He then adds his teeth in, giving little nibbles that shoot pleasure down my limbs. “Mmm. T. We are never having breakfast if you keep this up.” 

“Okay.”

“You need food! You’re a growing boy.” But I wiggle my butt into his front.

“Now I am.” He murmurs. His hands go under the hem of his shirt on me, reaching up to hold my breasts. “These look heavy.” He whispers next to my ear. He swipes across my nipples with his thumbs, then tugs my ear lobe into his mouth. I drop the fork in my hand, winding it to the back of his neck to hold him in place. He kisses down my jaw, asking me to turn my face. Our lips connect in a greedy smooch. Clearly, neither of us are satisfied, even after this morning. I spin on my toes, then gasp when Timo sets me on the counter quickly. His shoulders capture my legs as he spreads my thighs.

I work my body weight back onto one arm, groaning as he laps at my clit with his eager mouth. 

“Remember when you thought you could live without me?” He quips, then goes in for another bite of me.

“No…” I gasp, “…Can’t recall.” 

[swanmaids]

for @imakemywings . huge congratulations on finishing your school exams!! have some pain.

Tirion

Gently, Turukáno lifted his little sister out of her tow- cart, and set her onto the path. Tirion’s walled gardens were beautiful, blossoming with unnumbered types of flowers, dotted throughout with marble statues and tended by maiar of Vána herself. He was about to tell Irissë of some of the rare plants that could be found along the path, but before he could open his mouth to do so, the little girl was racing ahead of him. Turukáno smiled to himself as he followed her, long legs easily keeping pace.

Keeping his little sister out from under his parent’s feet while they took lunch with his aunt and uncle hadn’t been Turukáno’s plan for the day, but Findekáno was nowhere to be found, and besides, spending time with Irissë was never a chore.

“Look!” she cried, an enormous leaf clasped in a chubby fist, “I’ve found the biggest leaf ever!”

“Let me see, dear heart” he smiled, encouraging her to open her hand. “My goodness!” he mock-gasped. “That certainly looks like a big leaf to me. But for the biggest ever - well, we might need to make for Laurelin for that. What do you say we go there tomorrow, hmm?”

“Laurelin!” Irissë cheered.

That was settled, then. “But now we’re here, I’d like to get some sketches of the statues...”

“Turukáno? We didn’t expect to see you here!” a voice behind them called. He turned, to see Findaráto’s sweetheart Amarië , arm in arm with -

“Elenwë ?”

“It was actually me who called out to you, but yes, I am here with my lovely friend”, Amarië rebuked lightly,  “We came to see the rose garden. But what about you? I’ve not seen you around here before.”

Turukáno felt his face heat. Surely his feelings about Elenwë could be seen from space at this point, no matter how he tried to conceal them. He chanced a look at her - her face was red and she was staring at the ground. Oh no, had he embarrassed her too?

Salvation came in the form of Irissë barelling into his legs.

“What’re you talking about?” she called. Turukáno would never cease his fascination with how such a small child could be so very loud. He lifted her onto his hip and let her play with one of his stray braids.

“I’m just saying hello to my friends, sweetling. Amarië, Elenwë , this is my sister Irissë . I’ve just brought her here to play, she likes the leaves...” he paused, noticing that his sister had begun to chew on his hair. “Actually, it’s about time for her snack, excuse me a moment -” he fumbled with the pockets of his robes, to produce a small pouch of dried fruits - “here, sweetling.”

Elenwë smiled, Laurelin’s light illuminating her face and hair. “You’re, um. You’re good with her”, she said quietly.

He shifted Irissë ’s warm, solid weight in his arms. “I love her”, he said, and meant it.

Gondolin

Turgon had not thought he was capable of crying any more tears, not since his wife’s hand had slipped from his grip and she had fallen below the icy waters, but it seemed life was determined once again to prove him wrong.

“Turukáno”, his sister rasped, and a bloody froth bubbled from her mouth as she did so. Her shoulder where the javelin had smote her was staining the bandages around it a foul green colour, and the air in the room was thick with the strange sweet scent of rot.

“Don’t try to talk if it hurts you”, he implored her, “I understand. It’s alright.” It was difficult to get the words out, around the ache in his throat. He knelt by the side of her bed and took her hand, damp with sweat.

She gave a small smile. “Turukáno. I’m glad that I could see you again..”

“Me too”, he said, and scrubbed his face with the back of his free hand. “Me too.” But not like this, anything but this...

Aredhel had not wanted her son to see her this way. The siblings were alone together, the world condensed to the bedchamber of the dying woman.

“Do you remember how you used to take me to the gardens in Tirion?” she asked. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak without weeping.

“I always loved those trips. Perhaps we’ll see each other there again... I’d like that...”

Her hand slipped from his grasp. Turgon buried his face in the blankets and howled.

***

He told his daughter and his vassals to leave him as he walked the city walls alone. There was much to do. He had ordered all the tapestries taken down and the statues covered, so that the very walls themselves would mourn for Aredhel. Then there was a funeral and a burial to ready the city for, and a grieving nephew to shelter.

His stomach swooped as he reached Caragdûr and looked down over the edge. It would be quick, whispered the traitor voice inside his head, the one that had dogged his heels ever since that awful day on the Ice. A few more steps and put an end to all this. A few more steps and you’ll be back with Aredhel, and Argon, and Elenwë.

But he could not do it. There was his daughter to think of, and the boy...

Alone on the ledge, he let out a scream, and stood to listen as it rang around the mountains.

[wetbloodworm]

only just now fully realizing that i've got a subcategory of my dnd special interest for the ariknauts campaigns specifically and i am fucking DEEP in a hyperfixation spiral lmao. i don't always relate to those autism questionnaire questions where they're like 'i only want to talk about my special interest' b/c i'm usually juggling interests at least to a degree but uh. right now i get it. i get it. it's all i think about and all i want to do and talk about and i'm fucking frothing at the mouth at any given moment wanting More. chewing on the bars of my enclosure. i am not normal about ariknauts right now. i just love it so much and i want to know everything about this universe and i hope i don't bug max by constantly kicking down the door of his DMs to yell or ask questions. i conceptualize my week by how far away we are from the next session. i just! i love it! and i'm having a lot of fun! and i'm very excited!

i feel like maybe i need to gently divide my focus to make myself settle down some but i don't know if that's anxiety over being perceived as annoying or not. i'm having a lot of fun and i don't think this is a detriment to me in any way but i do fear that people will kill me with rocks if i don't talk about other things. i'm trying really hard to mask less with friends but the anxiety is hard to get around.

[theseventhoffrostfall]

I mean what is the realistic option here? I'm not saying im for genocide but pragmatically, like Sisko or FDR atomic bomb tier, ignoring who did what and who has what claims to what land, the removal of palestinians from gaza is the best, top level approach to any sort of long term path to that area settling down, short of people having a big fucking kumbaya hand holding revelation.

What I'm more mad about is that Israel WANTS to do that, they're fucking frothing at the mouth to do it and everyone knows it, having a politician "kicked out for suggesting they nuke gaza" (which is their way of saying We Totally Want To Nuke You But Wont...For Now) but they're too scared to actually fucking do it and all it is doing is dragging the damn situation out and making it worse on everyone. I'd unironically respect Netanyahu if he just ordered full Scorched Earth and told the west to fuck off, even if I think he's become a dictator on par with all the other despots.

If they don't wanna fight/dont have the resolve to commit, that's different and peace should be heavily encouraged but as long as he plays the Not One Step Back card the best case is he's just prolonging the conflict by not taking the necessary steps to win. Best case is he finally gets thrown out and you get a more moderate Israeli alongside some sort of non insane Palestinian figurehead a la Yassar Arafat and maybe things can work out in the future but it would have to involve at least undoing the past ~20-30 years of settlements Israelis have built and I don't see that happening.

I just don't know what a realistic outcome that has any chance of working could be without just saying Fuck It and flipping the board. Israel has an infinity-long get out of jail card because of the Holocaust/antisemitism just as much as Palestinians can point out even if it's called Israel it's still a European Colonial State. Factor in the war on terror, "western interests," the unfortunate case of Iran, Saudi Arabia, and others, and it's just such a clusterfuck. I'd genuinely respect Biden if he put forward some plan to take Palestinians, even just youths, and get them education and work on helping them but that'd also require politicians to do anything in the USA at all beyond fingerpointing publicly and making their stocks grow privately.

Israel doesn't 'rip the bandaid off' because, at least in part, it's very politically, socially and economically useful for a lot of countries to have a low-intensity war on the backburner for as long as possible.

That's the one constructive answer I can contribute here. Otherwise you're just spewing thoughts in my inbox instead of your own blog for some reason