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ellecdc · 5 months

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hello love! I just, like, devoured all your writings today and idk if your requests are open, but I really like seer!reader and I was wondering if I could request one with poly!marauders where reader is a slytherin and she has a vision of befriending them or being in a relationship with them?

I’d imagined she thinks it’s a silly vision at first but the more she sees the boys (as she’s friends with Regulus so is bound to run into them with him), the visions occur more and more until she finally has an official interaction with them and officially meets them.

Idk if that’s too complicated/confusing, if so, you don’t have to write it obviously 😅.

I love Seer reader!!! thanks for your request lovie <3

please note: my requests are currently closed as I finish exams and work through the requests that I currently have.

poly!marauders x Seer Slytherin fem!reader who Sees a relationship with them

“Tell me again why I have to sit at the Gryffindor table for lunch?” You protested as Regulus all but dragged you to the Great Hall and Barty skipped merrily-on ahead.

“Because I have to sit at the Gryffindor table for lunch.” He answered gruffly, strengthening his hold on your arm as you faltered in your steps.

“I don’t know, babes; have you ever considered just killing him? You wouldn’t have to reconnect with your estranged brother if he was dead.” Barty offered nonchalantly.

“For the last time, Barty, I am not killing my brother.”

“A decision we’re all suffering for, apparently.” You muttered petulantly as you entered the Great Hall; chatter and the sounds of cutlery and tableware permeating your senses.

“Don’t worry, Treasure. The faster we eat the faster we can get away.” Barty offered in consolation.

“I am not doing the heimlich on you again, Barty.” You groaned as you followed Regulus towards the wrong side of the Great Hall.

“Come on, they’re not that bad.” Regulus tried.

You and Barty both stopped to give him unimpressed glares.

“Lupin’s not that bad.” He corrected.

“Yeah, and then he ruins that by the company he keeps.” You grumble as you plopped yourself down unceremoniously at the Red and Gold table across from your three lunch dates for the day.

Listen, you were all for being a good friend, a supportive friend; you would die for Regulus Black.

You’re not sure that support extended to willingly eating lunch with Gryffindor’s.

But Regulus was determined to mend his relationship with his brother before Sirius graduated, Barty went just about anywhere Regulus went, and apparently you were single-handedly responsible for Regulus’ general sanity when it came to his brother and Barty.

“Hello Reggie!” Sirius called quickly.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What am I supposed to call you?” His brother bit back slightly less brightly.

“I call him sugar tits but I don’t think that’s universal.” Barty offered as he started loading up his plate.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Junior.” James offered cautiously.

“I bet it is, Potter.”

Sirius sighed as if he’d been dealing with the likes of toddlers all morning and not 37 seconds of Barty Crouch Junior. “The polite thing to say would be ‘it’s nice to see you too, James’.”

Barty froze with his fork half way to his mouth as he furrowed his brows at Sirius. “No it wouldn’t; it’s not polite to lie, Black.”

“I brought another friend you can try to converse with.” Regulus spat hastily.

“Pretend I’m not here; that’s what I’m doing.” You sighed as you resigned yourself to your fate.

“Well, this is off to a good start.” Remus said with a smirk as he flipped a page in his book.

You did suppose Lupin was the least…abrasive of him and his boyfriends. You’d had a chance to get to know him last year during prefect rounds; and while you didn’t appreciate how much he let his fellow Marauders get away with, he was relatively nice. In fact, if he had been in any house other than Gryffindor, you may have given him a chance.

His boyfriend’s, though?

You’d rather take your chances with the Giant Squid than spend your lunch hour with them.

Were they attractive? Sure. You may be contemptuous, but you weren’t blind.

But they always seemed to be on; there was never a moment of silence with those two nearby, and you often found yourself bracing for impact whenever they were around.

“Looking as smashing as ever, L/N.” James said as he shot you a wink.

Case in point.

“If I threw a stick, you’d leave right?” You sneered and turned towards your sandwich.

“Nice!” Barty cheered at the same time as Remus muttered “easy kitten; play nice.”

You started to feel the familiar sensation of your consciousness being pulled elsewhere. It felt as though you were being submerged under cold water, and the neurons firing in your brain were being gently lifted and ushered towards a new reality.

“What’s wrong dollface?” Sirius asked you earnestly.

You sucked in a shaky breath as you tried to hide the trembling in your hands. “I just don’t feel very good.” You whispered, not trusting your voice to get through a sentence without sobbing.

“Oh, my poor girl. Come here sweets.” He repositioned himself from laying on his stomach to sitting cross legged and opening his arms in invitation.

You quickly accepted his offer and curled up in his lap as he wrapped protective arms around you and began to rock you back and forth.

“You’re okay, dolly. You’re just fine.” He murmured with his lips pressed to your hair line. “D’ya wanna stay here with me and the boys tonight?”

You let out a pathetically embarrassing keening sound as you nodded quickly.

“Okay baby; consider it done.”

You sucked in a horrified breath as your consciousness returned and you were once again assaulted by the noises of the Great Hall.

Regulus quickly caught the glass of pumpkin juice you’d just nearly toppled and was holding your wrist tightly in his hand.

You thanked the deities for his seeker reflexes and that he seemed to already know what had happened; this was a relatively routine practice between the two of you this far along in your friendship.

“You’re okay.” He offered without even sparing you a glance as he took a napkin with his free hand to clean up what little you’d spilled.

He kept your wrist in his grip; tracking your pulse as he waited for your heart rate to slow down.

“Was it a good one!?” Barty asked excitedly, alerting you to the fact that it wasn’t just you and Regulus sitting here.

You looked up horrified to see Remus, James, and Sirius all looking at you with various levels of concerns.

“Was what a good one?” Sirius asked bemusedly.

Barty scoffed derisively. “She’s a Seer, Black. Fuck, you’re thick.”

“Barty.” Regulus scolded as he turned to offer you his full attention.

“Are you really?” James asked at the same time as Regulus asked “what did you See?”

“I have to go.” You muttered breathlessly as you grabbed your things and headed towards the exit.

“No fair! Why does she get to leave and I don’t!?” You heard Barty whine as you pushed through the doors to the courtyard.

You were going insane, surely. This was just a bout of madness. You needed psychological help, like one of those muggle mind healers. You could not seriously be having Sights of you dating the Marauders.

“Hey L/N!”

“Fucking hells!” You shrieked as you spun to see Remus and James approaching you, the latter having been the one to call your name.

James still had his ever present smile on his face whilst Remus approached you with slightly more caution.

“Not happy to see us?” Remus asked with a soft smirk across his face.

“I…well,”

Apparently your bumbling was particularly telling to your current mental state, if their furrowed brows and nervous glances to each other were anything to go by.

“No funny quip for us today? You’re not going to tell me that I look like something you could draw with your left hand?” James taunted.

“Go fuck yourself, Potter.” You said with half the amount of derision you’d intended.

“Why? You wanna watch him?” Remus asked.

Okay, everything you ever said about Remus being not as bad as his boyfriends?

Lies.

“For Salazar’s sake, L/N; you sure know how to pick ‘em, huh?” Avery sneered from behind you.

“Speak when you’re spoken to, fuck face.” You barked back.

Avery only scoffed in response.

“Hanging out with Baby Black and his crazy pet that follows him around wasn’t enough; you had to sully yourself with the likes of Gryffindor’s?” Mulciber continued for him.

“You know, I’d be mad too if I looked like someone who has fallen for every MLM scam known to mankind.” James spat; his face taking on a severity you’d never seen from the notoriously sunny-dispositioned boy.

You wondered what else you hadn’t seen from him.

You made a rather hasty and embarrassing retreat after that gave you some…inappropriate thoughts.

You’d been plagued with more Sights since then, having been avoiding them after more images of them fussing and fawning over you (and - perhaps more horrifyingly - you over them), and then out-and-out hiding from them after a particularly… steamy Sight you had.

“You cannot hide in the Slytherin common room forever, Treasure.” Barty sighed as he plopped down beside you on the couch and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Why not?”

“Because Regulus gave them the password to the common room.”

“He what!?” You shrieked as the door opened and in spilled three Gryffindors and one Slytherin.

“There you are, angel!” James cheered as he quickly made his way towards you.

Already with the pet names!?

“Did you really think you could hide from us, dollface?” Sirius winked as he and James took the settee across from you (causing a few younger year Slytherin’s to quickly vacate the area).

“Regulus, how could you?” You seethed at your now ex-friend.

“I’m tired of Barty bailing on me to hide out here with you. Also, I’m not a house elf and will no longer be bringing you your meals.”

You pouted at him before a surprised yelp left your lips as you were lifted up from your seat.

Remus took your place on the sofa and placed you in the space between his thighs.

“Lupin! What are you doing!?”

“Making your dreams come true, gorgeous.” Sirius answered for you.

“They’re not dreams, you absolute mumpsimus. They’re visions of the future.” Barty sneered.

“Even better then.” James continued as he now pulled a scowling Sirius into his side. “We’re starting our future together.”

“You told them!?” You asked Regulus disbelievingly.

“Well you weren’t going to.”

“That was the point!”

“Easy there, dove.” Remus whispered into your ear, causing a shiver to rack through you as your body traitorously melted further into Remus’ embrace.

The only way out of this was clearly going to be the death of you (via Remus’ smoothness, James’ loveliness, and Sirius’ boldness), their murders (at your hands), or stupidly drunk in love.

You weren’t sure which option was worse.

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quiddling · 15 days

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Do you have any more lore about your Saera son targ oc? 😊

My sweet sweet boy.... The Bastard of Volantis !!! I love this guy sm so I do actually have a lot... and i realise now I haven't said anything about him other than he is Saera's son on tumblr before so i'm going to ramble on and on after the break heheh [:<

Aenor Targaryen, an infamous natural son of Princess Saera Targaryen. His father's identity remained an enduring mystery. Aenor was born in 98 AC and raised in the Free City of Volantis, where his mother ruled as proprietor over a famed pleasure house. Though born bastard, Aenor inherited the distinctive Valyrian features of House Targaryen - pale silver-blonde hair and deep purple eyes. Aenor himself made no public assertions for the crown much like his mother, though he took pride in his dragonblood heritage.

He is an irreverent and cocksure young man who revelled in the luxurious vices of the Volantene lifestyle. From a young age, Aenor displayed a keen intellect and a natural charisma that set him apart. He inherited his mother's sharp wit and political acumen, quickly learning to navigate the complex social dynamics of Volantis' upper echelons. Despite his bastard status, Aenor carries himself with the confidence and poise befitting his Targaryen heritage.

Aenor's relationship with his mother, is one of the defining aspects of his character. Despite the unconventional nature of their lives, Aenor loves his mother dearly and would defend her with his life if necessary.

As a boy, Aenor would often sit at his mother's feet, enraptured by her tales of dragons and the legendary Dragonpit of King's Landing. Saera's stories painted vivid pictures of scaled behemoths soaring through the skies, their roars echoing across the realm. These tales instilled in Aenor a lifelong fascination with dragons and a secret longing to one day see one with his own eyes.

Occasionally, in rare moments of nostalgia or vulnerability, Saera would share glimpses of her life as a princess in the Red Keep. These stories were always tinged with a mixture of fondness and bitterness, revealing the complex emotions she still harboured towards her past. Aenor learnt to treasure these rare insights into his mother's former life, understanding the trust she placed in him by sharing them.

However, Saera's recollections of her father, King Jaehaerys I Targaryen, were infrequent and laden with resentment. The lingering pain from their estrangement was evident whenever she spoke of him. This unresolved conflict between Saera and Jaehaerys left a lasting impact on Aenor, shaping his own complicated feelings towards his heritage and the idea of family loyalty.

Through his mother's stories and silences alike, Aenor developed a nuanced understanding of power, family, and the weight of the Targaryen name. This understanding would come to influence his own ambitions and his approach to navigating the complex world of politics and personal relationships in Volantis and beyond.

I'm still not 100% sure on most of this part of his lore i just wanted my sweet boy to have a dragon and see the rest of the world....but regardless of his illegitimate status, Aenor managed to claim a wild dragon in Essos. The beast, which Aenor named Naerion, was described as being a medium-sized dragon with brilliant orange scales that covered most of his body, while his underbelly and wing membranes were described as pale striking gold. His distinctive colouration made him easily identifiable in the skies, earning him the moniker "the Sunset Wyrm" among soldiers and smallfolk alike. His wings, when spread, cast a shadow the colour of sunset. During the Dance of the Dragons, Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, on behalf of his mother Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, sought to bolster the blacks' forces with additional dragonriders. Jacaerys dispatched envoys to Volantis, seeking out the Targaryen Bastard. He was initially reluctant to involve himself in Westerosi affairs. However, the promise of legitimisation and lands upon Rhaenyra's victory swayed Aenor and he agreed to cross the Narrow Sea with Naerion.

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onehoplessromantic · 8 months

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MASTERLIST

-constantly being updated- <- (that’s a lie)

updated 8/11/2024 [guilty pleasures wc, for the birds ch 3, link check]

!!authors!! if u want ur work removed plz dm me:)

Helloooo! its been a while hasn’t it? School is dying down so I finally had a chance to update this master list! I have updated the counts and info on fics that were already there and added a bunch more (new idols get hype). another fun new thing is that im going to open my taglist, so whenever i update a new chapter or add a new fic or whatever, whoever wants to will get a notification. all you have to do is just add a note to the post that says “taglist” and ill add u, im trusting that youre over 16. anyways! enjoy the new library of fics!!!

peace 🫶🏻

PSA: if you want to be kept up to date with the happenings of this list you can sign up for my tag list here so you will be notified when i add fics or chapters and you can choose to keep up with bigger announcements as well

fluff-> 🤍 | smut -> 🍋 | angst -> 🌧️ | major tw -> ‼️

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♡ I Want You to Stay | @ahundredtimesover

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PLEASE READ WARNINGS

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!!!okay so the fate of the story has not yet been decided, you’ll get it once you read!!! (not poly!!)

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“i thought i’d never see you again”

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oneshot | wc: idk loll | 🍋🍋🍋

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i dont usually recommend smut but this was just too good not to

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e2l, fluff, smut

all thats out for this right now is the teaser, full warnings to come soon, it looks incredible and i hope yall check it out!

Min Yoongi

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yoongi x reader

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NOTE: please read the warnings carefully, there is a lot of heavy topics in this read

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series *ongoing* | current wc: 98,832 | 🌧️🍋

min yoongi x reader

heavy angst, language, alcohol consumption, university au, soulmate au, eventual smut, weed consumption, slow burn, death

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♡ back-burner | @yoonpobs

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yoongi x f!reader

sisters best friend!au, best friend to lovers!au, sorta frenimies?to lovers!au, angst, *slow burn*, smut, fluff, one sided pining (?), longing, sibling jealousy, insecurities, family trauma, explicit language, eventual smut, eventual fluff, MAJOR ANGST, sexual harassment, mentions of poor mental health, alcohol as a coping mechanism, mentions of poor health, neglecting ones health [specific warnings in chapters]

guys this is another decently heavy one with a lot of sensitive topics so make the decision that is best for you while reading this

Kim Mingyu

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♡ Snowbound | @papermatisse

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kim mingyu x f!reader

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2-part series | wc: 40k | 🌧️🤍🍋

kim mingyu x reader

based off ‘hits different’ by taylor swift, brothers best friend!au, brother!seokmin, smut (part 2), friends(?) to lovers, university!au, slowburn, mingyus a bit of an airhead and an ass, reader has a hard time managing her feelings, lots of frustrated tears, one sided pining, user toruro x minghao make an appearance, swearing, theres another woman (gasp…..but shes cool so), nayeon is a darling, seungchol is kind of annoying but we love him, smut tags in part 2

♡ Backburner | @spamgyu

series | wc: im not counting loll | 🌧️🤍

seungcheol x reader | mingyu x reader

she had grown tired of being on his backburner, the person that he had kept warm until he gotten the girl he had his eyes set on for years… and with a little help from her friend, maybe… just maybe shell finally be the first choice

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mingyu x reader

in which mingyu is an idealistic pastry chef, and you’re a cynical wedding planner who doesn’t believe in love.

fluff, just really sweet (hah) fluff, one-sided enemies to lovers

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mingyu x reader

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guys that was a lot of smit warnings but i promise its not a smut fic just read plz

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minho x reader

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minho x reader

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Lee Felix

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oneshot | wc: 1.3k | 🌧️‼️

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themes of home invasion, mentions of guns, please read responsibly!!!

Chan has heard a lot of calls being a 911 operator but this is never one he wanted to experience.

Kim Namjoon

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series | wc: 76.3k | 🌧️🍋

KNJ x f!reader, unrequited KTH x reader

college!au, roomie!au, angst, s2l, slow burn, eventual smut, pov changes, convos revolving around the past loss of immediate family members, language, drinking, angst, a LOT of poetry, eventual smut - sections will have individual warnings

Jung Hoseok

♡ Flower | @readyplayerhobi

series | wc: 177k | 🤍🌧️🍋‼️

hoseok x reader

depression, anxiety, self-loathing, lack of self-esteem, oral sex (receiving and giving) penetrative sex, fingering, kink exploration, anal, panic attack, discussion of car accidents, mentions of character death, body issues, sex toys, stress, drinking [smut isnt till later in the series btw]

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♡ Always Only You | @honeyhotteoks

oneshot | wc: 14.2k | 🌧️🍋

s.coups x reader

non idol!seungcheol x fem!reader, older brother mingyu, seungcheol is mingyus bff, childhood friends to lovers, brothers best friend, reader is called a sl*t in a mean way by her shitty date, v protective cheol, reckless driving, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), reader is curvy and descriptors like full, thick, etc are used, makeouts, grinding, cheol is obsessed with pussy, oral sex (f receiving), hand stuff, smut

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asumofwords · 1 year

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on. Oral (m,f), facefucking, dirty talk, cockwarming, cumplay, overstimulation.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Hello my babies, here is the next chapter that I have furiously written because I can and I want to and also just because I can hehe. Aemond having the reader say she wanted to taste him definitely made this man more feral than he already is. Enjoy <3

Chapter 71: A House of Gods

Aemond had brought you to your peak swiftly and passionately on his fingers after.

You had laid atop his chest, basking in the afterglow of the morning and enjoyed the warmth that his body had brought to you.

The pleasure that he had given you.

When the maids arrived to the chambers, Aemond had pulled the sheets over the both of you and let the maids leave the food on the table for you to eat. You dressed together, and ate together, and Aemond reiterated that he would be spending the day with you, not the King.

You were strangely grateful that he was putting in the effort to create some form of understanding between the both of you, as well as giving you an option of a buffer between you and the King.

Treading carefully, you insisted that you wanted to spend time with him in the chambers instead, worrying that Aegon would be lurking about the Gardens in wait of you.

Aemond had been all too happy to oblige, agreeing without a moment of thought, likely thinking that you wished to repeat the activities of the morning again.

The day was spent in his company, reading together by the fire, conversing in small talk and memories of the past, though avoiding certain topics or people, as well as taking him once more in your mouth as a thanks, and not at all because you enjoyed the way he sighed and moaned beneath you.

Or so you told yourself.

When Aemond had tried to reciprocate the act, you had felt shy and told him no, that you both would have plenty of time for that now that he was back, and promised him that you would let him indulge himself between your thighs later. Aemond, sulkily, complied and went back to reading his book, though not without dragging a teasing finger along your thighs or arms as he did mindlessly.

It was odd.

The entire day felt entirely too normal.

Too domestic.

And the more moments that you shared with Aemond like this, the more you thought of whether this was what it was supposed to be like. That this is what you could have had together. What you had dreamt of having when you were younger. What you had even discussed together childishly in secret hallways or beneath the Godswood.

And even the mere thought of it made your heart clench.

Regardless, it was nice to bask in the glow of a day that did not set you on edge, nor tear your sanity to pieces.

The bubble of the day however, was burst when Ser Criston Cole had come to your chambers, knocking at the door before being let in by your own knight.

He had stood at the entrance, eyes passing between the both of you and how you sat; Pressed up against Aemond’s side on the chaise, book in lap, and his large hand on your thigh, fingers unconsciously soothing the skin.

“The King wishes for you to dine with him this evening.” Cole spoke to the both of you, yet only looking at Aemond.

“Cole.” Aemond greeted the man, “I am tired from my travels. Please tell the King I wish to recuperate with my Lady Wife in our-“

“The King commands it.” Cole spoke again, tone final and having interrupted Aemond.

Cole had interrupted Aemond.

You felt his hand on your thigh twitch, fingers digging into your flesh. You put your hand over the top of his and attempted to soothe it, so that the stinging pain that began to bloom in your thigh would stop.

Aemond’s lips pursed, and he turned looking away back to the fire.

There was his answer.

His acquiescence.

Aemond did not turn to face you, nor did he take his gaze away from the flames. Ser Criston Cole had left without a word, and the doors shut softly behind him.

The two of you sat in silence until the knight outside had knocked on the door and entered when given a grunt of approval from Aemond. He had come into the chambers, head down in submission, and quietly told you that you had both been summoned to dine with the King, and that your presence had been requested now.

Aemond stood reluctantly and held a hand out to you, helping you to stand beside him.

He looked on edge, not anxious, but rather concealing his irritation terribly. The both of you walked together, hand in hand, to the small Dining Hall.

His grip grounded you, and you felt that it was for the benefit of the both of you. Not just for you, but for him too.

When the doors opened, Aemond refused to let go of your hand, and you had looked up at him in confusion. It was not often where a man and his wife would hold hands when entering chambers with guests, especially in the presence of a more conservative audience such as the Hightowers.

It was not proper, and yet Aemond did not let go of you.

It was as though he was laying claim to you.

Mine.

The Small Council sat where they always did about the table, with Aegon in the middle, Conquerors crown sitting heavily atop his wavy silver hair. His eyes dropped to your hands as you ascended the small steps, coming to the table where Aemond only let go of it to pull out your seat for you.

Aegon’s brow was drawn as he looked at it, and you could have sworn you saw his jaw tick. Alicent had also noticed the shift between you and her son, except her reaction was different.

Instead of a frown, her eyes gazed upon the both of you softly.

In approval.

She likely was thinking of how her match was a good choice.

When you were seated and the food was brought to the table, Alicent spoke a quiet prayer as she always did, which you had now grown accustomed to hearing.

“May the Father protect us from those who wish to see us burn.” She began, head down and hands upon the table, “May the Mother watch over us and keep us safe, may she bless us with a healthy heir and love.”

You stomach turned as you looked at her.

“May the Smith continue to mend the rifts that have divided us, and ensure the Treaty keeps us safe.”

You eyes flitted to Aegon as she continued.

He was watching you and Aemond, whose head was bowed beside you in prayer, ever diligent and loyal to his mother and the Seven Faith. The Kings eyes danced back and forth before stopping on you, a malicious smirk winding its way onto his face.

It made you shudder.

As the prayer ended you all ate together, sounds of the cutlery on plates and murmurs filling the room. Small talk was scattered about here and there, but by and large, there was an unspoken tension which continued to build.

Something was amiss, and everyone seemed to know it.

The entire time you ate, you felt the heated gaze of Aegon on you. Dark violet eyes never once leaving your face or body, as they trailed down to your cleavage. It made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, and your skin prickle.

Something was wrong.

“You look to be in better spirits this evening.” Aegon’s voice cut through the tension like a blade, parting the uncomfortable atmosphere from the others present to create a clear path to its intended victim.

You.

Swallowing the food in your mouth, you dabbed the corners of your lips with your napkin, taking your time to think. Taking your time to breathe. Taking your time to think of how to respond without it coming back to get you.

“It is good to have my Lord Husband back in the Keep. Our time together seems few and far between as of late.” You eyed Aegon, taking caution with how you worded your response.

Cocking his head to the side, Aegon’s wavy hair touched his shoulder as he pouted at you.

“Few and far between indeed. My brother is a man of duty, and when his duty calls, he tends to it.”

Aemond placed his cutlery down on the table, sensing your unease.

“Whatever my King needs of me, I shall do, brother.” Aemond spoke, voice soft and low.

Unthreatening. Meek. Submissive.

Very unlike Aemond.

He sensed something was afoot.

Aegon smiled widely, drinking from his cup before placing it down with a loud swallow.

“And that is why you are my most trusted member of the council.”

“Aemond has proven himself in many ways. It will be good for him to find rest here in Kings Landing again.” Alicent began, smiling at her younger son.

Aegon hummed loudly, and his lips pulled down into a frown.

A heavy stone settled in the pit of your stomach.

“An unfortunately short rest I am afraid.” Aegon began, looking at you and then to Aemond.

Aemond stiffened.

“It seems there is much to do in the realm, and who better to do it than the famed Prince One-Eye and his dragon to install fear into those who defy us.”

“My King…” Aemond began, but was swiftly cut off by Aegon again.

“Duty calls in Harrenhal, brother. It seems they require your presence on the morrow. Unfortunate for your wife, as she will be left to miss you once again. I will ensure that she is not deprived of company.”

Bile rose in your throat.

“And what is this duty that is needed of me?”

“I will have a scroll sent to your chambers this eve-“

“Tell me now.” Aemond snapped, patience evaporating.

“What did you say brother? I thought I heard you try to command me?” Aegon sneered.

Alicent, quick on her toes with her sons, and used to the pair and their incessant bickering, jumped to defend Aemond, trying to deflect her his sharp tone.

“I am sure Aemond is tired from his travels and is disappointed to know that he is to leave so soon aft-“

“You have all of tonight to get between her legs if that what makes you so angry.” Aegon smiled.

Aemond’s hand twitched on the table, whilst the other sat in his lap tightened into a fist.

“Is it possible for Aemond to stay just a few nights more?” You began, tone soft, “Then he can perform his duty to the crown as he always does. I am sure he needs not-“

“I’m sorry, are you trying to advise me, the King, on how to rule?”

You wouldn’t know how to rule if it hit you in the face.

“No, uncle. I am merely saying, that I know I would like to spend more time with-“

“Aemond is to leave on the morrow, and if he does not, I would argue that it is an act of treason going against your King’s command. Is it not, brother?” Aegon grinned widely, and Aemond’s lips pressed into a tight line.

Sensing his anger beginning to peak, you grasped Aemond’s hand in your lap, bringing it up to your lips to kiss. You swallowed thickly, looking at his side profile until he turned his gaze to you.

“You will be back home in no time.” You tried to reassure him, watching as his jaw clenched.

The air in the room was thick, and Aegon kept his gaze on Aemond, who turned to stare down his brother once more. Alicent opened her mouth to speak again, but you intercepted before she could.

“The hour is late, and I would like to spend the remainder of the evening with my Lord Husband before he is to travel again tomorrow for you.” Standing, you kept Aemond’s hand in yours, pulling him to your side, “I ask that you excuse us so that we may retire. It has been a tiring day for us both.” You kept your eye on Alicent before flicking it to Aegon who sat back and smiled.

“I'm sure you will need all the time you can get to say your farewells.” Aegon intoned, and you wished to hit him in the teeth. To watch them fold backwards into his mouth, pulling away from his gums.

Aemond took the lead and bowed his head to Aegon, muttering Your Grace, before you left the chambers behind quickly and quietly, with a lingering tension and sense of dread between the both of you.

The walk back to the chambers was tense, and you could feel the anger rolling from Aemond in waves beside you.

Soothe him.

Or you will bare the brunt of his anger.

“Aem, slow down.” You asked Aemond, who pulled you along the corridors by your hand.

He slowed his step, hand tightening around yours as he muttered beneath his breath.

“He does this with purpose.” Aemond grumbled, eye locked on the path ahead of him.

You squeezed his hand gently, pulling it to your side to slow his pace even further.

“I am sure the King-“

“The King is a petulant child.” He growled, head turning to face you, "He does this to spite me. He sees the dust begin to settle, and decides to stir it once more for his own entertainment.”

“I do not wish for you to go.” You said after a beat.

“I have no choice but to. He threatened treason. Twat.”

“Surely there is someone else who can go in your place. He wishes to seperate us.” You tested the waters.

"He has found his new toy to play with. And rediscovered his old one.” You neared the chambers, turning a corner as the knight held open the doors for you to enter.

You were Aegon’s new toy.

And Aemond was his old one.

You entered and watched as the knight shut the door behind him, feeling safer about poking the wound without the eyes or ears of others.

Aemond moved to pour himself a wine, and another for you before handing it over. He did not sit in his armchair as he always did, instead standing beside the fireplace to look at its flames as his hands gripped the goblet tightly.

“Aegon wishes to make a fool of you.” You began, stepping towards him, placing your goblet on the fireplace, “Commanding you like a dog to do his bidding, whilst he drinks and whores.”

Aemond’s jaw clenched, and his face snapped to you.

Fuck.

Thinking quickly on your feet you continued, “Is it not enough that you do his duties for him? That you act as the Prince Regent without the title? He mocks you at every turn. I do not wish to see you become the joke at court like I have.”

You came to stand in front of him, his dark gaze locked on you as he sipped his wine.

“Is it not bad enough that the courts whisper about Alys? Now they too shall whisper about your constant leave? Of how you serve as the Kings lap dog?”

You grabbed his free hand, holding it in the both of yours as you looked at him passionately, "You are a Prince. The blood of the dragon and Old Valyria. Perzys dakogon rȳ aōha ānogar.” Fire runs through your blood.

“You ride the mighty Vhagar, and yet he has you carrying out the tasks that a lower Lord would do.” You shook your head, falsely portraying anger and disgust, “Aegon openly mocks you at court when you are gone. He comes to me, and questions your manhood. Questions your ability to please me as a husband, and as a man. He has mocked you vagrantly in front of Ser Cole. In front of Lord Jasper Wylde.”

Aemond’s grip tightened around one of your hands, and it took all that you had within you to not wince as his bruising grip squeezed your bones together painfully.

“I defend your honour at every turn, but he seems to always find a new way to question it. It is as though we are children again. I am at a loss of how I am supposed to continually support my husband when he is not here to defend himself!”

“Aegon has no honour, and yet questions mine. He is a pathetic waste of space, unfit to be King.”

“You should be King.”

The words tumbled from your lips before you could stop them.

The room fell quiet, and the air around you stilled.

Aemond’s gaze turned darker as he looked at you, hand gripping yours viciously. There was silence, and you struggled to find a way to come back from what you said. To come back from the treasonous comment you had made to none other than the King’s own brother.

Ice cold dread ran through your veins as you held his stare, breath caught in your throat.

He was going to tell Aegon.

They would kill you.

Or worse.

The treaty would end.

It would all be for naught.

The pain, the sorrow, the lo-

“Get on your knees.”

You blinked, looking at your uncle as he continued to stare at you, determination gleaming in his eye.

He wanted you to kneel and beg for forgiveness. To pray to the Seven for his mercy. To beg him to not tell-

“Get. On. Your. Knees.” He spat out, eye narrowed.

You swallowed thickly, legs beginning to shake as you looked at the anger that radiated from Aemond’s pores. Slowly, you bent your knees, pulling your skirts up so that you would not fall forward on them. The cold stones bit into your skin as you knelt, knowing that bruises would appear on the morrow.

Kneel and save your life.

Beg and ask for forgiveness.

To live with shame, is better than to die.

You looked up at Aemond from your position, his eye cast down on you as he held his head straight. Looking at you as if you were nothing but a worm, a bug. A commoner. He released your hand and you brought it to your front with the other, softly twisting your fingers together in anxiety.

Why was he so quiet?

Did he want for you to apologise?

Was he waiting for you to begin?

“I-I'm sorry, Your Grace. I must learn to hold my tongue. That was a vile act of treason-“

“Quiet.” He commanded.

You lowered your head and eyes, shaking in the spot, though the way he loomed over you spread warmth into your core for unknown reasons. The false apology bitter on your tongue.

“Look at me.”

You took a shuddering breath, preparing yourself for him to be swift with his beating, or for him to call to the knight at the door to summon the guards.

“I said, look at me.” He repeated, your eyes finally looking up at him. A large hand came to press against your cheek and you fought the urge to flinch away from his touch.

“Say it again.” He whispered, looking at you.

Say it again?

He wished for you the apologise again?

“I’m sorry, Your-“

“No.”

You looked at him in confusion. If he didn’t want you to apologise, then wh-

Oh.

Licking your lips you took a grounding breath, hoping this was not to be your last words.

“You should be King.” You whispered, bracing yourself for his blow.

“Louder.”

You cleared your throat and looked at him, seeing movement at his front. Your eyes dropped down to his breeches, where the outline of his stiffened cock protruded at the front.

Oh.

He was aroused?

He liked it.

With the relief that you may not be punished, you took a breath of confidence, looking back up at him. Your hands moved upwards slowly, resting against the front of his breeches where the tie was. Aemond did not move to stop you or correct you, and so you continued.

When your hands rested against the top of his pants, you spoke confidently and lowly.

“You should be King.” You all but purred.

You felt a shudder roll through Aemond’s body at the words, his cock jumping in his breeches. His chest rumbled, and the hand against your face moved to swipe his thumb across your bottom lip.

“Hm.”

Taking your queue, you began to unlace his pants, slowly, as you kept your eyes on his face, not daring to look away from the man. From your position, he exuded power, dominance, and strength.

And it made your core ache.

Sway him.

You pulled the last of the ties and his pants loosened, slightly dropping to reveal the hair that dusted against his pubic bone. The beginning of his hardened shaft peeking through the open gap. With sturdy hands you helped to pull him from the confines, holding his warm and heavy weight in your hand. The pants lowered slightly more, revealing his stones to the room.

You gripped him in your palm and began to run your hand up and down his length, ensuring that your eyes were still on his face as he watched you, lips wet from his tongue. Aemond sighed above you as you continued the movement, feeling him harden further in your grip.

“You would be a better King than Aegon. You are worthy of the Conquerors Crown.” You praised, watching as his lips parted and a small breath fell forth.

Leaning forward you kissed his tip, tongue darting out to catch a bead of his arousal that began to leak from his slit. Aemond groaned as he looked at you, your lips parting to take the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it wetly.

Aemond moaned and thrusted forward, his length sinking into your mouth.

“Anyone would be better than that cunt. Useless.” He groaned as he began to thrust into your waiting lips, your eyes cast upwards watching him. You hummed in agreement around him, spurring him to continue.

“He knows nothing of duty. When has Aegon ever known duty?” Aemond began to fuck your throat faster, a line of spit beginning to fall from your lips as you held still for him, “When has he ever deserved the throne?”

Aemond’s large hands grabbed the sides of your face, thrusting deeply into your throat as you gagged.

“He is a child,” He spat, thrusting roughly into the back of your throat, a tear falling down your cheek, “Spoilt and growing fat on his own desires. A rat.”

“How many years have I had to look after him, to dote on him. To clean him up. Teach him his duties.” Aemond continued his rant, spit dripping down your throat thickly, wetting the front of your gown, “For mother. For Grandfather. He is pathetic. He makes me sick.” He empathised his disgust with a particularly hard thrust.

You gagged around his length, hands fisting against the front of his breeches for stability, feeling his stones brush against your chin.

“He dares to question me? My manhood?” Thrust, “My ability to please my wife? He doesn’t even know how wet you get.” Thrust, “How slick your cunt gets for me.”

You pulled back eyes wet with tears, holding his shaft as you let him fall from your lips inhaling deeply, his hand tightened on your cheeks as he looked down at you waiting. You moaned, licking the tip as he continued.

“Such a good girl for me. Such a good wife. So loyal. So full of duty. Always eager to please me.”

“Yes.” You whined, taking him back in your mouth, letting him fuck into it again.

It was filthy, letting him use your mouth for his pleasure like this. But listening to him rage about his brother only served to excite you, feeling yourself grow wet beneath your gown. And it only served to motivate your actions.

It was working.

“It should be me.” Aemond growled and you hummed around his length, “I should be King. Not him. Not that useless wastrel. If only mother had given me the throne.”

His pace began to become sloppy, and you hollowed your cheeks, sucking against his hard length, trying to coax him to his peak. You felt him twitch on your tongue, the taste of his arousal consuming you.

“You would be my Queen.” He moaned loudly, and you heart stopped in your chest, “My Merciless Queen.”

Queen.

My Queen.

"Just as you deserve. Just as I deserve. Aegon and Visenya reborn.” He continued, unaware of how his words truly affected you.

Your core clenched, and a new wave of arousal spread through you.

Queen.

You moaned loudly on his length, pushing your tongue upwards to lick at his shaft as he paused, cock heavy in your mouth. You blinked up at him panting, no doubt looking disheveled, knelt on the floor, spit and drool handing from your lips and pooling on your breasts.

Your chest heaved and a blush settled around your cheeks as you wrapped your lips around him tighter.

“Fuck. You like that? You treasonous little cunt.” Aemond began thrusting again, pushing the hair that had fallen around your face backwards, pulling it at the roots and using it as a way to pull your head down onto his cock, “Mmm. Fuck.” He moaned.

Your knees ached beneath you, and you squirmed in your position, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to ease the throbbing and desire that was left unattended to.

“So filthy, down on your knees like a whore. Qogralbar." Fuck, Aemond began to roughly fuck your mouth, using your hair to pull you down his length, gags falling from your lips as tears wet your cheeks.

Every invigorated thrust caused his tip to hit the back of your throat, your stomach turning as he chased his peak, his heavy stones brushing against your chin. The smell of him surrounding you, heady, musky, and full of desire. It was arousing. It was maddening, and you needed more.

“Going to fuck my seed into your cunt. My perfect Queen.”

Aemond pulled out of your mouth with a grunt, a loud gasp pulling into your chest as you sucked in a breath. A string of saliva connected your lips to his tip and Aemond smirked down at you crudely. A hand left your hair and stroked your cheek, coming to brush the spit from your lip, your mouth opening for him as he pushed it inside.

Aemond hummed, watching as you sucked at the digit.

“Open your mouth.” He commanded, looking down at you, thumb still pressed against your tongue.

You opened wide, tongue pushing against his finger, confusion rising within.

Aemond leant forward lips pursed, and spat into your mouth. You flinched, feeling it land wetly on your tongue where he had been stroking it with his thumb.

You should be disgusted.

You should be offended.

But you weren’t.

You were full of desire.

You whimpered, and Aemond’s thumb brushed against your bottom lip as he looked at you, mouth still open with his spit inside.

“Swallow for your King.” He groaned, and you shuddered as you swallowed his spit, thighs rubbing together.

Aemond bent down and slammed his lips against yours, pulling your face close to his with the back of your head, tongue swiping into your mouth as you kissed him back breathlessly. A whimper flitted past your lips and into his mouth.

Aemond pulled away, his lone eye watching you carefully before he reached out and grabbed you, hoisting you up into his arms. Your stomach swooped from the swiftness of it, and then settled as he moved across the room to throw you onto the bed. Your body bounced atop the sheets as you looked at him slowly reach for his cock, dragging his hand up and down his length.

You panted and watched him, desire coursing through you.

Slowly, you parted your legs from him, skirt of your gown gathering into your lap as your centre was revealed to him and the room. Aemond groaned as he caught sight of your glistening cunt, slick leaking from your core. With both hands he grabbed your ankles and yanked you down the bed towards him, a small squeak flying from your mouth.

Aemond rubbed his tip against your slit, pressing against your bud before lining himself up with your core. He pushed in roughy, not preparing you, but your slick was more than enough to ease the stretch and help him glide inside smoothly.

You moaned loudly into the chambers as he pushed himself to the hilt, feeling you clench around him, pleasure blooming in your stomach. It felt good, it felt hot, it felt right. Aemond kept his hands on you, one on your thigh, and the other bending your leg up by the ankle to reach deeper within you.

“Fuck, so perfect for me.” He moaned, looking down at you.

You keened at his praise, core clenching around his length as he began to thrust into you.

“Ao hae bona?” You like that?

“Ao hae skori aōha dārys qogralbar ao?” You like when your King fucks you?

“Kess.” Yes, You moaned, hands griping the sheets, feeling your peak begin to rapidly build inside of you.

“Please, kepus.” You moaned, one hand turning to grip his own on your thigh as he fucked you roughly on the bed, your breasts bouncing in the confines of your dress.

"Sīr sȳz.” So good, He praised, his pace becoming rougher, the tip of his cock bullying your cervix.

Aemond’s hands moved under the back of your thighs, pushing them up and folding them against your chest, opening you up further to him, causing a spark of delight to race through you.

“Qogralbar, kessa.” Fuck, yes, You whined, the front of his pelvis rubbing roughly against your pearl with each thrust, warmth spreading through your body quickly.

“Please, Aemond.” You begged, feeling your release begin to mount.

Aemond’s pace quickened as he kept your legs pinned to your chest, eye watching your face, before sliding down your body to watch where you were connected, your slick coating his cock.

“So fucking wet, and all for me.” He moaned, and thrusted deeply inside, pushing up against the end of your cunt, a twinge of discomfort causing you to wince.

Aemond leant down and kissed you, feeling you begin to tighten around him, the change in angle causing the tip of his cock to brush over the soft spongey spot within you. You moaned loudly, your back arching off of the bed as your eyes scrunched closed.

“Jurnegon rȳ nyke.” Look at me, Aemond growled as he continued to fuck you, face close to yours, “Want you to look at me when you peak. Want you to know it’s me who makes you feel this. No one else. Aegon could never make you feel the way I do.” He rambled, his thrusts getting sloppier.

The coil within wound tighter and tighter, ready to snap.

“You. No one but you, only you, Aem.” You whined, looking him in the eye as you panted.

One hand left your thigh and slid down to your core, his fingers moving to swirl around your wet bud in dizzying circles.

“Need to feel you clench around my cock. Give it to me.” He urged you.

His skilled fingers pressed into your pearl, slick causing them to move sloppily. You whimpered and whined, feeling your release approach you rapidly. Aemond bent down and placed a wet kiss to your neck and the coil snapped.

Your mind went blank as pleasure coursed through you, Aemond’s pace not once faltering or slowing, fingers and cock prolonging your release as you whined beneath him. Heat spread through your body as he continued, the wet sound of your release around his cock in the chambers.

“Konīr jā, sȳz riña. Sīr gevie. Vēttan syt nyke.” There you go, good girl. So beautiful. Made for me.

Your core spasmed around his length as his cock continued to brush against your pleasure spot inside. Each thrust prolonging your release, pitiful whines pealing from your lips.

Aemond’s thrusts began to falter and become sloppy as he chased his own peak.

“Jāre naejot tepagon ao ñuha nūmo.” Going to give you my seed, He groaned.

“Please.” You whimpered, feeling his cock throb inside of you.

Aemond thrusted into you deeply, holding himself deep within as he came with a grunt. Ropes of his seed coated your womb as you lay folded beneath him. Your core clenching around him as the warmth of his cum pooled inside.

Aemond moaned as he felt you grip him, cock twitching from overstimulation. Aemond shifted, pressing his fingers back against your pearl and began to swirl them, keeping his cock firmly planted inside of you.

“Need to feel you again. One more, zaldristos. You can do it.” He cooed, forcing you to another peak.

“Ah,” You jerked beneath him sensitive, “Aemond, fuck.” You whined, feeling the coil already begin to tighten, your cunt gripping him tightly.

“Thats it. Give it to me. Give it to your King.” He commanded, and the coil snapped again.

Your back arched off of the bed as you moaned, eyes shut tightly as you were brought to another peak, a twinge of pain from the sheer force of it. Your core clenched around him, still inside of you, and you heard Aemond hiss and push into your heat deeper.

“Fuck.” You whimpered, slowly coming down from your high. You could feel his seed beginning to drip from within you, leaking down onto the sheets below.

“Vok.” Perfect, He praised, and you felt a blush spread across your cheeks.

The Prince stayed hunched over you at the edge of the bed, a hand moving to brush your hair away from your face. Aemond leant forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, cock throbbing within you.

He moved to pull out, his cock sliding through your folds slowly as you whined, but instead of pulling out completely, he kept his tip inside, before pushing back into you. You whimpered, feeling overstimulated but sparks of pleasure crackling in your core.

Aemond pulled out again, not quite all the way before pushing back inside. He had not softened, and was still hard.

And clearly aroused.

He began to fuck himself slowly into you, watching as your face contorted beneath him, feeling heat in your limbs rising, and rising. Your bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat, the smell of sex in the air.

Aemond continued to fuck you slowly, watching your face until he brought you to your peak once more, silencing you with a kiss before filling you with his seed again. It was only then did he pull out, and helped you to curl beneath the sheets, undressing you with tender hands, and then himself.

As you laid in his arms, fatigue beginning to drag you under, he made promises to you that he would return back the King’s Landing swiftly as he did this time. He promised that nothing would happen to you, and that you would be safe. He promised that he would always come back to you.

And whilst a small part of you wished to believe him, you couldn’t.

Thanks so much for reading along with me, if you wish to be added to the tag list please let me know :) Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated ! Enjoy <3

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possessionisamyth · 5 months

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Just finished reading Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (it's shorter than you think) only to come to the conclusion that all the tragedies involved could've been prevented via gay sex.

To completely shelve the fictional addict to real life addict comparisons people often make of the narrative, I am serious when I say Henry Jekyll having gay sex could've stopped the creation of Hyde.

Dr. Jekyll is an educated christian, british, white man in his middle age who is both unmarried and childless. He's well off, and by well off I mean he could take a year's vacation to Germany without much issue if he wanted. However, he's tired of his safe life and uses Hyde to embrace a darker, evil, and bestial side of himself. He wants to traverse around town in this state as he pleases but also mostly be left alone during this.

Two big reputation killers and scandal causers of the 1800s was murder and sodomy. Like sodomy was really bad unless it was treated extremely under the table. A wink wink nudge nudge if you know you know type of situation unless you didn't mind uplifting your entire life to move to a different city or country with the hope the rumors don't follow you.

If Dr. Jekyll with his scientific and social standing were to suddenly employ a handsome young man of good standing and countenance as an apprentice no one would bat an eye. The young man could travel to and from Dr. Jekyll's home freely and could also be summoned whenever there was something new to be "taught or studied". Whatever strange noises occurred behind closed doors could be brushed off since Jekyll is a chemist and they work with so many drugs.

Henry Jekyll could in secret engage in these sinful, "horrible", and pleasurable acts to satisfy the perceived evils within his heart. He could take his apprentice out to events or dalliances with colleagues and get a thrill from knowing the true nature of their relationship and his connections being none the wiser.

Another layer of secrecy is added because if the apprentice were even to consider blackmail by revealing the nature of their relationship, he'd be caught within his own trap of the sodomy crime. Besides, it's more likely he wouldn't as Henry would write in his will to give all his shit to his apprentice in the event of his death or disappearance. And I can make this assumption because in the book he gives all his money and possessions to Hyde and then rewrites it to give his stuff his lawyer. If that man had any estranged family, they weren't getting shit from him.

Not to "men be fighting demons and those demons is bisexuality" this theory, but the post nut clarity that comes with gay sex would not have only fixed Henry Jekyll, it also might've paved the way for some advancements in medicinal drug use.

#jekyll and hyde #dr jekyll and mr hyde #henry jekyll #literature #book tag #<-new tag since I'm reading things rn

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vegasandhishedgehog · 2 years

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Just a non-comprehensive list of all the things P'Jojo touched on throughout the entirety of The Warp Effect:

The harm of forcing teens to promise absolute abstinence from sex while not providing space for safe and open discussions about it

Some people have a strong sense of their sexuality/gender identity. Others don't

Even guys who seem like good ones can do horrible things and be unaware. They are not required to be forgiven no matter how guilty they feel

Being single by choice is not shameful

Fwb is not shameful either

No one has any right to expect more out of a relationship when you have communicated what you are up for up front

Female friendship is a beautiful, wonderful thing, why would we pit so many bad bitches against each other when they're cooler as friends?

Nonsexual kinks are valid and with the right person can make for a beautiful relationship

There are several methods for pregnancy and it's important to discuss things with your donor (if you've chosen one personally)

Listen to your partner! It is actually possible to be together for a decade and still be unaware of something they like/dislike!

You can be forgiven for being shitty in high school but that is not up to you, it's only up to the person you have wronged

Always know the age of whoever you're talking to so you don't accidentally sleep with a minor

Fatphobia and transphobia have never been cool

Trauma hurts and the journey to work through it is difficult. It's not wrong to want to reconcile with someone and find that you can't. It's not wrong to try to push past it numerous times. It is not your fault someone ruined what should be a good experience for you

Nonsexual intimacy is valid and the right partner will work with you to understand your needs

The choice to have children is a really big one and no it should not be an excuse to keep the relationship together. The choice not to doesn't always have to break it up either

Abortion is a personal matter and should be done safely and legally

STDs have all sorts of origins and are an important matter to address in terms of being polyamorous or even going from one partner to the next. They are also not a reason to feel shame and are simply a matter of getting proper treatment and abstaining from sex while healing. Straight couples can get them, it isn't just a gay stereotype

Anyone can have a romantic relationship and not have sex

Parenting from afar isn't being responsible, but it is still possible to create a relationship with your estranged child

Dick size is nothing to be concerned about - you can find someone who enjoys a sexual relationship with you no matter what

It is so important to see your doctor. If that doctor makes you uncomfortable, though, you should be fine to leave and go somewhere else

Gay does not mean pedophile and it's important for you and your children to know the difference because there are gay teachers and coaches who have enough on their shoulders

Cheating doesn't have to include anything physical if you're seeking pleasure from someone who is not your partner and have not discussed such things with your partner or the person you cheat with

Sex work should not be criminalized and more of us need to standing up for the rights of sex workers

Masturbation is normal and doesn't have to be treated as sad or pathetic

Cishet people can be amazing allies. You can have your group of gays, lesbians, bisexuals, and trans people with a bunch of them included and it can be a fabulous group

Casting agents that don't allow for body and gender diversity don't deserve their job

The show gave us a whole PSA on pelvic exams????? HELP??????

ALWAYS PRACTICE SAFE SEX NO MATTER WHAT YOUR AGE, ORIENTATION, OR IDENTITY IS - ALWAYS HAVE A PROPER DISCUSSION AND STICK TO WHAT EVERYONE CONSENTS TO. ALWAYS

I swear I'm still missing stuff but everything that The Warp Effect said is so special to me

#the warp effect #thai shows #gmmtv #p'jojo

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fic recs!!

i woke up to being on a couple of fic rec lists and really appreciated it, so i wanted to capitalize on the nice energy and make a list of some of my own favs that i've read recently that i didn't necessarily see on the other lists :D check these out because they have some of the best prose/plots/characterization that i've read in the fandom :] 💜

one soft infested summer (M, 18k+, 3/7 ongoing) by @wheelersboy - this one is perfect for all the highler fans out there! it's got stoner byler of course, a music festival, lots out camping, and some really amazing writing! i started it just for the fun stoner vibes because Why Not, but i'm staying for the beautiful writing and the really complex and delicate relationship mike and will have in this one

Light Sleepers (T, 15k+, 2/6 ongoing) by @helioleti - WillEl-centric fic set during the time gap between the end of s3 and the beginning of s4 that explores their dynamic and their respective problems with mike, all while trying to cope with moving across the country from everything they know. each chapter is meant to reflect a certain stage of grief, which fits so well with all the complicated emotions everyone is going through!

drank my poison all alone (T, 4k, one-shot) by silverluminoqity - mike gets vecna'd and has to face his past self who's ashamed of who he's grown up to be, and my dudes the writing goes SO HARD. by far one of the best mike gets vecna'd fics i've read with such a good take on his character

star eater (T, >1k, one-shot) by @lowlightt - another fic where the writing does not play. honestly if you have a few minutes, READ THIS FIC. it's mostly just a confrontation between will and vecna, but it's so so powerful and impactful. and again, i cannot state it enough: the writing is AMAZING

tell me again (you said yes) (M, 32k, 3/3 complete) by @willow-lark - hey remember when cleradin was like a Thing for a brief second a few months ago? well if you miss those vibes, or if you just like great writing and some of the best weaving of canon into a fantasy au i've ever read, please look no further than this fic (and it's first part, fireball him! (cast protection)). i love this one dearly and enjoyed the wonderful ways Lark wove canon (specifically s1) into such a different setting, plus it was nice to see many of the other characters play a role in the events. beautiful, astounding, heart-wrenching - and did i mention there's an elopement 👀

In Undertow (M, 17k+, 3/6 on-going) by @souverian-are-we - this and one soft infested summer have become my summer byler reads~ when i say i love this fic, i mean you will have to pry it from my cold, dead hands 🥰 we've got estranged byler, jancy engagement with some stoncy going on in the background, and most of the characters still reeling from the consequences of their final battle with the upside down. it's all set at a lake house, which provides some breathtaking/atmospheric writing that this author uses to their advantage. it has some of my favorite scenes i've ever read in fic too, ones that have literally taken my breath away

california show your teeth (T, 77k+, 10/19 on-going) by @fireflywitch - what if the Byers and Hopper families were from Lenora and moved to Hawkins? this fic takes this one simple premise and turns it into one of my favorite fics i've ever had the pleasure of following along with. it essentially functions as a retelling of s1 and s2, gives almost every main character that's been featured in the show thus far a lot of time and space for their own plots, all while culminating into one larger story underneath. i don't think i've read a fic quite like this one in terms of its scope, plotting, and characterization, because there are a lot of moving parts, but this author goes above and beyond. i cannot recommend it enough

all i know is pouring rain (and everything has changed) (T, 3k, one-shot) by @willelfanpage - i think i read this one at the beginning of my workday while i was running some report on my computer and had to go about the rest of my day as if everything was fine ahah :'D seriously though, it's 3k words that pack an emotional punch all while examining will's relationship to rain. the writing is just gorgeous, and it's a character study that i haven't really seen done before, which was quite enjoyable~

Chasing Heartlines by (T, 7k+, 1/2 on-going) @cherryisgone - if you liked Tip-Toeing on Lilypads then may i direct you to its sequel, which features so much pining mike that he might as well be a tree? again, if you like cleradin/fantasy aus, then Cherry my beloved has you covered 💜 it fits so neatly with Lilypads and provides some fun contrast between will and mike~

Touch Me Like You Know Me (M, 15k, 4/4 complete) by @starsarefire824 - this exists in the rare pantheon of fics that actually made me cry. imagine an estranged byler reunion with all the emotions turned up to an eleven, and lots of lingering on lost time and how life sometimes takes us places we never thought we'd go. it's absolutely beautiful and is a classic to me :]

come back to me and forgive everything (T, 78k, 18/18 complete) by @howtobecomeadragon - i saw a lot about this one when it was on-going but am only just now getting around to reading it, and all i can say is why did it take me so long to get to it :') this author does such a good job of writing will and mike's relationship with a lot of nuance and complexity while still managing to make them feel like the teenagers they are. basically, will has to spend every july at lonnie's house in indianapolis, and for this summer in particular, the event is a lot more emotionally impactful for both mike and will. there's lots of emotional depth, the complexities of coming out and/or realizing you're queer, and, at the heart of it, how two friends try to mend things between each other. it's so soft and sweet

that's all i've got for now!! i'm quickly running out of time on my lunch break :'D also haven't been writing as much, but it's been fun to read more and relax a bit. hope you guys enjoy these because they're genuinely some of the best stuff i've had the pleasure to read in a while 💜💜💜

#fic recs #actually that last paragraph is a threat everyone had better read these now or i'll. blow up tumblr #byler #(< intended audience)#stranger things fic

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I'll be honest, I think enough has been said about how both Lucifer and Charlie leave a lot to be desired.

Incredibly, I feel that Charlie can be forgiven for one thing or another because if we focus on her being ignorant of her own world… it could make her a good protagonist to introduce us to her own world.

I mean, she knows about humans, but she only knows through sinners. That is, all she has seen of “humans” is something more oral than witnessing something genuine. It's always the bad side, from what little he's seen (since he doesn't even seem to know the concept of Overlord).

There are things that can be forgiven or worked around better. The one who has no excuse is Lucifer.

If I could make a list, I think I would fall short because there are too many things wrong.

1) The lack of “I am the king of Hell.” If we were to go by things more attached to the biblical canon, this would be more taken in his favor since Lucifer is not king of anything except his own delusion. However, we are talking about the “popular canon” so if in design he is not going to be scary, in personality he needs to be scary; vice versa as well.

Fuck, the Overlords look more like rulers than he does. They pull the strings, have territories and so on. And they are not even important fish.

2) Depression: It is the card up the sleeve of some characters (not only Vivzie's but other authors as well) to justify things. The fact that you suffer from something does not justify it, it only explains the reason for those things, but sometimes that line even fails in the viewer.

Here it makes no sense. If your home was so oppressive, even if you have some sense of nostalgia, you should feel a sense of relief to get rid of that burden. Now, what's he going to be depressed about, he won a kingdom thanks to the descendants of the people who screwed up their lives, he has a wife (who has marital problems? Like anyone else) and a daughter. He wins more than he loses.

“ You offer humans everything and they destroy everything” said the one who had everything and sent it all to hell.

3) Grooming and misogyny: This one is very simple, Lilith and Eve in comparison to Lucifer are too young. And he decided to mess with both of them, and even rubs it in Adam's face, as if they were things to give pleasure. Yes, I know the joke is “Adam is no good in bed” but all he did was shoot himself in the foot. He could have said a lot of things, including that “without Heaven's help, you can't get someone to put up with you or that you'd be a creature no one would love.”

We are also talking about technically being the adult, if Lilith and Adam were having problems or he saw that Lilith was falling in love with him, he should have stopped the situation. Here also half of Heaven is to blame because why did they allow it, even when they created Eve, it didn't seem that they (Lucifer and Lilith) would have left, therefore, they gave the go ahead to that relationship.

4) Charlie: For a supposed universe where Daddy Issues abound, this must be the most pathetic “daddy issues” I have ever seen. That it's solved with a song and that in reality they both love each other very much. It's not even necessary to say that they were estranged thanks to Lilith/Eva/Roo, they could have put a father present but at the same time absent. That he didn't really value Charlie or that they spent little time with her.

It's just insipid.

5) Hypocrisy: This one abounds a lot in his character.

He doesn't like sinners, Lilith and Eve are sinners. He fights with Alastor over who is the better parent, hasn't seen his daughter in years and doesn't even support his daughter's dream. He likes Vaggie, for the fact that she is a woman and doesn't say her name well. He brags to Adam that he knew how to satisfy his two wives, objectifying them by focusing more on sex than, I don't know, feelings. He loves Lilith, he messed with Eve. Here we can argue whether it was a free relationship or not… but, it would be between the two of them, not Eve.

And the funniest thing of all, is that some points would be perfect… if they didn't want us to empathize with him. That they allowed him to either be evil or a being with delusions that really has no power and that people realized that “he just wants to drag people into the same hole where he is.”

There's a lot of things that could work, if the approach had been different, including it feeling like something fresh and new

On the part of Lilith, the mythological, although evil, is also an interesting character. Of course, popular culture has transformed her from an "evil woman" to an "empowered woman". As they have done with characters like Medea, Medusa (the original version and Pseudo Apollodorus' version) etc.

Although most of the myths she is a despicable being, to a version that is very little explored: One where she and Adam end up 120 years together in a consensual way. It would be interesting if the show handled that version or the evil version.

At the same time, asking for that kind of thing from a show where they focus more on the male characters and the female characters are pretty flat… is asking a lot.

I agree. If the show actually tried to acknowledge her flaws, challenged her views or show that she isn't good person she would be so much better, but show doesn't let her to grow.

1) Overlords are bigger leaders of hell than him. I would find interesting if Sera was the one who leads hell, but no, Lucifer is King of Hell and does absolutely nothing.

2) I don't think Lucifer has depression. That one line seems like a joke. His "suffering" is non existed. Fans love to make sad Videos of him missing his wife. They villainize her for being bad wife without knowing the whole story. He got everything he wanted but stills earns for more (maybe he should replace Mammon.) I hate how the show villainize humans becouse "Lucifer give them free will and they ruined in" or some shit like that. For what I seen humans had free will BEFORE Eve eat the apple and Lucifer ruined everybody lives.

3) The whole situation in eden is weird and creepy becouse how the fuck do Lilith and Eve know that what they doing (cheating) could be wrong? That thing could can as a grooming, but even if it wasn't, it is still predatory as fuck, and I hate how fans tries to justify it. Him rubbing in Adam's face is so pathetic. It doesn't make him cool and I wish fans could see that.

4) I hate how fans act that "He missed Charlie!" When fucker called her when he needed something or was bored, but people choose to ignore it becouse they don't want to admit that Lucifer suck.

5) I always saw Lucifer as delusional. Him dragging others in the same hole where he is could be a very good idea, but Viv refuses to make Lucifer something else than a "Goofy sad misunderstood guy".

I hate mythological Lilith with burning passion. Making rapist an feminist is so wrong. They're more feministic religious characters who aren't sex offenders. (for example Norea from gnostisc religion) Even if the show would go with "120 years" version doesn't change the fact that Lilith assualted many people. (Adam wasn't the only victim.)

The characters and the world are just boring and flat. There is nothing interesting about them and it's disappointing, especially after seeing how fans were hype for this show.

#vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel critical #vivziepop criticism #anti vivziepop #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critique #vivziepop critique

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rainforestakiie · 2 months

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have anybody listened to the Floweytale by man on the internet? would make a really good adamsapple story. i might go back and add more, but thought it was interesting.

just something fun i noticed and thought i'd write something...

p.s this is the abusive relationship between eve and Adam. The one-sided romantic relationship between lucifer and Adam (Adam lost his soul so it is one-sided) Adam goes back to eve because he doesn’t know what else to do…before he comes to truly understand how unhealthy their relationship is.

Adam's Apple: The Tale of Eve's Descent

Nobody knew the depths of Eve's deranged, twisted mind. No one could fathom the darkness lurking beneath her flawless exterior. Eve, the epitome of innocence in Eden, concealed her true nature with a sweet smile and a glint in her caramel eyes, manipulating everyone, even deceiving Lucifer and Lilith.

Except Adam. Adam knew all too well the monstrous reality of what she was, of the sadistic pleasures she indulged in. Yet, he bore a measure of guilt, for she was born of him, crafted from his rib...

Eve committed unspeakable acts beneath Heaven’s notice. Her malevolence was mirrored in Adam's punishment, for Heaven believed him to be the perpetrator. She stood by, a smile playing on her lips, as he suffered for her sins.

After becoming a Fallen Angel in Hell, Adam wandered soullessly until Lucifer found him, a broken man. Lucifer, already estranged from Lilith, took Adam under his wing. Lucifer fell in love with Adam and the two shared many nights together. Despite Lucifer’s efforts to heal him, Adam remained numb, devoid of feeling.

Desperate for solace, Adam fled to Lilith, but her attempts to help him also failed. In a fit of despair, he cursed the heavens and took his own life.

Each time Adam died, he awoke back in Eden, the cycle beginning anew. He experimented with death, killing himself repeatedly, only to return unscathed. This tormenting cycle left him without a soul, unable to feel.

Initially, Adam sought redemption, following Heaven's path and giving everyone happy endings. However, ennui set in, and he began to wonder if the world would change if someone important died. He embarked on a macabre journey, killing everyone he knew—Lilith, Lucifer, Eve, Charlie, Emily—resetting the world each time to observe the changes.

The predictability of their responses bored him. Adam became a puppet master in a world of marionettes, able to foresee every action and word. Disenchanted, he reset the world once more, choosing to merely follow the flow.

In his twisted curiosity, Adam managed to bring Eve back. But this time, she was more malevolent than ever. When Adam died, he went to Heaven before falling to Hell. Eve’s soul, deemed too corrupted, had been sealed away by God. Yet, Adam released her, unleashing an even greater evil.

Eve, now truly the embodiment of ruin, sought to annihilate Heaven and Hell alike. Adam, at first intrigued, soon realized the peril she posed. She intended to use his power to achieve her apocalyptic vision.

Here, Adam's haunting recollection of his journey unfolds:

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“I remember the first time I woke and saw the light

Armless, legless, I laid there

Oh, Eve, I was terrified

Then I learned I was reborn

As the another Sinner in this form

I called out, I screamed, I prayed

And yet nobody came

Then the king found me crying

So I explained everything

He held me tight Said, 'It's alright'

But I felt nothing during our first night together

Even with Lucifer

Can't feel anything

Please believe I was trying

But I stayed determined!

Ran away to the queen's place

She failed too

Always the same

No use there

I cried, I tried to care

Felt like I couldn't live anywhere

A world without love

A world without happiness

It is supposed to be easier away from you

I followed your path

Succeeded too

With no soul

What comes when you die?

Something primal burned inside

Screamed at the heavens 'This is not how it ends!'

Then I woke up like from a dream In the garden again

I could experiment

So over and over I died

But with determination I came back alive

Friends I made

Happy ends I gave

But I'd always predict

What they'd do, what they'd say

I believe In curiosity 'What'll happen if they die?' '

Well, let's see!'

It liberates to be this way

To kill just to see

How the world can change

Nowadays it's all the same

I've read, I've burned, killed, saved, redeemed

I have seen it all I have played every game

People spouting the same lines 'with your claws still in my mind’

Eve, I can't predict you

You surprise me every time

I saw you almost did forget

You'd stay determined yet

You came back from death, like me

Only one question remains

Why'd you come back to play?

Were you buried in the ruins?

Did you hear me call your name?

Guess it doesn't matter how

The tale will end now I'm tired of everything

Tired of being a Angel, A fallen Sinner

Tired of being a Human

Only one thing that's left, Eve

Let's finish what we started

Show them it's kill or be killed

Leave them all broken and scarred!

I had plans, I had designs

Seeing you changed my mind

Eve, with you by my side

Life seems ten times worse!

Killer from the world of man

Only you understand

We're pitiless killers, both

So just follow my plan!

H-hey... what is this feeling?!

Why can't I stop shaking?!

E-Eve. Be honest here! We don't have hard feelings!

Hey! Back off!

I changed my mind! This isn't a good idea!

Go back! This place is fine! Hell is just fine!

I’m happy! I am able to someday love again!

Stop making that face!

This isn't fun!

You're sick in the head!

That's enough!

You've won!

You still think there's more to do

Your killing is never through!

Are you still human inside?!

What kind of monster are you?!

Long past time to end this game

Now nothing feels the same!

Eve, did you do all this when you heard me call your name?

Eve was abusive to Adam

Lucifer loved Adam

Lilith cared for Adam

Adam had lost his soul when he became a Sinner

Both Lucifer and Lilith tried to help him but Adam became frustrated that he still couldn’t feel anything. Especially when Lucifer is showing love and affection towards him.

Adam’s death reset the world and he just kept killing himself to reset the world

Nothing changed until he accidentally called Eves name when he wondered if his life would have been easier if Eve was still abusing him. This is able to wake Eve up.

They return to their abusive relationship. Adam believe this is what he wants but it is not.

Adam realises hurting just him isn’t enough for Eve and she wants to destroy the world.

Should he tell Lucifer the truth? Both Lucifer and Lilith are aware of his missing soul but not about the reset.

#fanfic #au #hazbin hotel #adamsapple #a03 #lucifer x adam #fanficiton #guitarduck

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iravaid · 3 months

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Once again gripped by the curse of having your own oc as a blorbo.

More Biker as we get closer to artfight, ft. Daniel the asshole captain they're hooking up with (which could mean nothing), and Biker's estranged sister Tatiana.

More ramblings below

Regarding their masculinity, Biker initially had been incredibly dysphoric about their physique and how others saw them, involving poor mood, depressive episodes, wearing baggy clothes. Only after realising they were nonbinary did they find enjoyment in their masculinity and how it was presented, dressing in clothes that showed themself off. It was a change in framing: they're nonbinary and that gives them the freedom to delve into masculinity without the initial societal pressure to conform to a certain Kind of masculinity as someone assigned male at birth. Gender presentation on their terms, effectively. I don't know if this sounds contradictory to someone outside that experience, but it's a revelation I also experienced w/femininity.

They're half-Italian on their mother's side, and have thick, dark hair. Biker had had a couple sessions of lazer hair removal for their beard and body hair, but then the apocalypse hit. So while their hair is quite sparse relative to others, it still grows in. Biker is willing to shave with just about anything, so long as it gets the hair Off. They maintain a buzzcut for aesthetics, but also find their dysphoria goes bonkers when their hair starts to grow out. Will sometimes maintain a trimmed happy trail for the look.

Biker's got insane, prey animal anxiety. The kind that makes them aggressive and vitriolic, instead of fawning/freezing. Hit first before the threat can hit you, kind of deal. It can also make them incredibly verbally aggressive at times, as well. They're terrified of dying, and typically would do anything if it meant, at the end of the day, they survived. But then the get taken captive by a fundie, cannibal cult ingame and interrogated by their leader. Instead of giving up all they know in exchange for not being harmed, Biker's fear of death is overruled by their fear of losing the agency they were only granted post-apocalypse. Biker as a person did not exist until after the world ended, and they'll be damned if they lose that freedom again. So they lied, and fought, and suffered grievous wounds for it. They're immensely frustrated with themself, over it. But they're still here, at the end of the day. Even if Eve, the leader, left her mark in the place of burns spanning a concerning percentage of their body.

Biker used to privately ID as a gay man, until realising they very much loved women as well, but it was the clash of being loved As a man that repulsed them away from pursuing meaningful relationships with women and femmes. When they started ID-ing as nonbinary, they found attraction to women (and acting on it) much easier. Their relationship between their gender and their attraction to men is a different story and a little more dysfunctional, but Biker chases pleasure when they can, and things like questionable sex isn't out of the picture for them, before and after the world ended.

Kink and its subgroups was also a safe space for Biker (outside of gyms and places where they could admire masculinity), in exploring their sexuality and gender. They mostly occupied leather and bondage circles, but experimented in dom/sub spaces and impact play. They also consider all sex with them to be gay sex. So watch out 'it doesn't count because xyz'. Fun fact but there is so so so much motorcycle leather kink stuff on pinterest. I don't want it taken down at ALL it's just so funny to me to see those images fly under the radar like that.

Anyway. I hate them and they SUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and yet. they remain in my head 24/7 and my dm is a cruel evil cruel evil storyteller who also wants Biker in a blender <3 mwah, she is also immensely talented and has facilitated this fixation and development of Biker into this character

#tiny living dead #zombie apocalypse #biker #burns #original character #injury #blood #gender ramblings #team clusterfuck #my art #iraart #suggestive #i had to put this all somewhere or i'd go insane bonkers crazy #grabbing biker and shoving experiences w anxiety and gender in their thoracic cavity in the place of real organs #shibari

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mianaissante · 3 months

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FALSE GOD — jujutsu kaisen, g. satoru

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CHAPTER 1

WHAT [NAME] and satoru had was unexpected, stirring, and miscalculated. it was a rush of sweetness mixed in with the dews of bitterness of their already complicated relationship.

it was unpredictable, unpredictable like how the sun and moon would collide not so often than not.

it was as if he was the altar she was craving to climb so decadently, without ever having to feel the strings of regret and doubts. ready to kneel, ready to confess, and ready to let her guard down all over his unfathomable figure.

was she allowed to cry for this? for what they have? rather, what they had? what was it that made her crumple as much as weak thin paper sheets pulled together by some measly thread?

make believe or not, it was true. call it what it may, but it was all marked evidently in the curves of her neck, the supple rises and falls of her skin, engraved with gold anew.

religiously, she'd choose him, undoubtedly she'd drop everything and throw herself against his clashing waves, pulled by the low glimmer of his moons.

being entangled, worshipping endeavors, and kissing burnt scars. for some forsaken reason, he was her guilty pleasure.

such taboo trysts, such unacceptable clandestine meetings, such illicit affairs. carving each other's company into her mind, an electrified want she can never seem to control.

why did he hold back? why did he have to hesitate?

this cage was once was home, now estranged with its emptiness.

[name], embarrassed enough, was bitten back to admit she ever missed his presence.

what a way to die, she thought. recalling the longing looks, the sinful touches, the feverish words which spouted from his plump pink lips. she was his for all he could know, but he didn't. he denied it.

so sudden. crucified by him, locked by him.

[name] wanted to be free, free of all this bullshit.

why had she let herself fly too close towards the burning sun? if only she could turned back time.

2007

scorched pavements decorated the humble campus of jujutsu tech, the sun's rays frolicking amongst morning dew.

immature as [name] would say, she couldn't deny she was sitting with gojo satoru, her underclassmen. his words seemed to mingle much more attention than it ever did before his awakening.

this boy was 16 when he realized the power he could have and could achieve, and in fact pulled it off amidst the fight with toji fushiguro. he was young, immature, and quite frankly dumb.

now that he was sitting across the older, a wide annoying grin searing on his face, he saw this opportunity to push some more buttons.

her ticked off face settled with a calm one in fact, her irritated, furrowed, hardened eyebrows let down soft. it seemed as though she decided to cool some of her nerves from this freakishly annoying boy.

“ look at you [name], giving me food right after i saved you for the hundredth time.” he sneered, taking a huge bite of his burger. time slowly pulled close by the hour, she was having enough of his narcissistic and egotistical behavior.

“ shut up and eat.” a grit to her teeth was what sent the latter to a string of various laughter.

her lips quivered at his reaction, eyes rolling before grabbing her drink aggressively, pulling the straw to her lips.

she knew she didn't need saving, however ichiji got worried on her unmonitored disappearance, opting to reach out to satoru before clarifying things to her. in actuality, she had exorcised the cursed already, it was only when gojo satoru arrived when she slumped down onto the dust-filled bed of an abandoned love hotel room.

she didn't know however, if satoru's arrival had saved her of a worrying problem. something weird has been pooling in her mind, rather the folds between her inner thighs. she didn't know what had happened initially, but when she struck the curse it injected her with red liquid on her side.

" is there something wrong [name]? you embarrassed?"

again, with these tactics. the girl rolled her eyes at the ivory haired boy in front of her, “ i think i'd rather have you shutting your mouth satoru.”

he grinned wider, “ now where's the fun in that, [name]?” taking the last few pieces of his burger, he brings the pads of his fingers on the base of his lower lip, licking it slowly. “ you're such a boring old hag.”

her eyes twitched at him, tongue poking through the right side of her cheek. “ me? an old hag?! i'm just a year older than you!?”

strings of laughter escaped satoru's lips, the sound being quite deafening to some, specifically [name]'s.

as she was leaning to grab a hold of the boy's hair to yank it, her body shook with immense heat circulating. the event making the latter pause in his short-lived joy.

“ [name], what information did you have about the curse?”

“ just the fact that it may have had an aphrodisiac embedded in it's thorns.”

“ oh..”

“oh.”

it's crazy how one thing can lead to another so abruptly, this predicament never really crossed satoru's mind in his entire life, however with [name] now limp on his bed, in his sheets, in his dorm room it did.

messy top lip kisses, tugs, and squelches bounced off the room. calloused hands running up and down, pads of his fingers drawing circles on her soft-skinned thighs, and sighs that clouded the mind.

people may think adjusting to such situations would be terribly hard, even for best friends.

“ fuck— sa—satoru!”

but what would happen if both best friends have already given each other a taste?

he hummed beneath her neck, breathing in her sweet, seductive, scent. “ you changed your perfume.” his lips enveloped the nook of her shoulders, flattening his tongue before sucking on supple skin with such harsh intentions.

she couldn't speak, nor could she let out a muffle. [name] was left stunned in place, on top of satoru's lap with her legs hugging his muscular figure. with her head thrown back, her hair let down gently resting on her shoulders, and her chest heaving slowly, she found her fingers prying satoru's locks, entangling as she combed through.

“ toru...right there, yes..” she whimpered, eyes blinded by pleasure. his lips traced her clavicle, constantly leaving purple bitten marks on her skin. from her thighs, his hands crept their way towards the plump flesh of her ass, evidently pulling her closer to his body 'till there was no longer space that could separate them.

“ i told you, [name], i'd be helping you much sooner than you thought.”

his smirks greeted her cheek as his lips began to come at war with hers yet again. it was heated, like an itch that could never be dealt with. she'd have to melt herself into him just to feel something, just to feel satisfied.

foolish, incredulously foolish.

she couldn't escape his feverish stares forever, his teasing glares, and his seductive banters. she could never escape him. satoru had her addicted to the highs of sex, to the highs of intimacy. at such an early age, they both took each other's virginity.

stupid decisions were made that great day, but these two did not regret a single thing. from occasional make out sessions which transitioned to occasional quickies inside either his or her dorm room, it soon became an everyday thing, a casual thing.

she loved the feeling of this short-lived contentment, the height of her emotions often being met with the rues of it. and for satoru, he felt like it was much needed, no feelings involved, just sex, and they could even remain friends.

friends

friends don't kiss each other, friends don't moan each other's names beneath silk sheets, friends don't glitter each other with love bites, and friends certainly do not lust for each other.

but do they?

[name] grunted sweet nothings in the shell of satoru's ear, oftentimes tugging and nipping at it with her teeth as he slid himself in and out of her tight cunt.

her stomach was tightening at the second, the swell tip of his fat dick kissing the opening of her cervix, abused and throbbing. she lolled her head on the crook of his neck, heavy breaths fanning on his hot skin while he rutted his hips upwards against hers.

“ 'm gonna cum if you keep tightening yourself like that [name].” he growled, flipping the girl over to have her on all fours, having enough of her demeanor.

her lips quivered with the impact, satoru pulled his dick back for a moment, the emptiness making [name] wave her hips backwards and around just to chase his length.

“ you needy bitch,” he sneered, tapping his dick against her weeping cunt seeping with previous juices from her various orgasms.

it was going to be a long, undeniable night. a long one indeed.

he pushed his cock back inside, thrusting faster than before, thrusting as if he had his animalistic instincts turned on. “ h—ah—hah!”

“ fu—hu—huck!” he grinded himself hard on her plump cunt, feeling his already hard shaft grow harder by the second. the sight of her tear stained cheeks, bitten lips, and her irrevocable expression, fuck was it hot. he wanted to fuck that attitude out of you.

“ i'm close—fuck!” satoru grunted, you got off from your position and pushed him down on the bed. both his legs were hanging on the bed, turning herself around so that her ass would be visible to his eyes, she sank herself deep with his panging dick. “ you're so—hah—huge...”

she carelessly raised her knees, up and down, up and down, up and down. [name] mounted her hands on his knees before rutting her hips in circles, fucking herself good on satoru's dick. “ [name]..hah...” his words lingered 'round her ears as she sank herself down again.

slapping skin, squelches of her slick pussy, and the bouncing of her tits, satoru was gonna lose his shit. his hands reached for her hips, pushing her down him harder, the pressure enough to make him roll his eyes back and indulge himself with pleasure.

“ fuck..” she finally came after her highs, even if she was done her ass was still slapping on his pelvis. “ baby...” satoru's voice snapped her back to reality, beginning to bounce harder than before. the boy could only wince, his balls tightened and the swell of his cock twitched, releasing ropes of his seed into her hollow cunt.

a casual friday...it was. all days spent with him meant vulnerability, honesty, and desires. most of which she could never express not until he came.

it was a situation she never wanted herself to pull back from, and how she longed that it would forever be like this.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen imagines #fanfiction #jjk imagines #jujutsu gojo #gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo smut #angst with a happy ending

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shivstar · 1 year

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I have a guilty pleasure of reading Jegulus fics. Despite I shouldn't because of reasons-

#1 They are repetitive in their characterization. James is never shown as canon James that is cruel, arrogant and intelligent. Regulus is changed to diluted version of Sirius but with some self preservation because the dude went to Slytherin.

#2 I am majorly into Prongsfoot (obviously into romantic James and sirius for all those requiring clarification). So I feel like I am cheating on my babies for reading this fic where james is with sirius's brother.

# I hate wolfstar and Lupin with a passion. And if you had read a Jegulus fic, you will know that that pairing doesn't comes without wolfstar. Like ever. Ever. So, even though I have to suffer through this painful thing, I read it.

Why?

Because of the drama available there. Obviously. You get fluff. You get black brothers, you get strong women characters, you get different tropes and what's ifs, you get an ending where first war has better result as compared to canon.

But I hate it too because -

#1 James will never even look towards Regulus when he has the better black brother sirius right in front of him 24*7

#2 Sirius will never give a damm about remus when James is right in front of him for 24*7

#3 These fics forget that besides from the Wizarding war being about blood purity, it was also about dark wizards fighting for their rights. And Regulus black was a dark wizard. So okay maybe he does not want to be killing people for their status but if he also didn't want to be a dark wizard then you are making him sound like a very disfigured imitation of sirius but only more coward version who is a spineless, worthless follower.

I mean let the dude be a person who does not give a damm about whether other people are killed for their blood as long as he and his people are safe. Let him practice dark magic because he is a proud dark wizard unlike sirius who is a closeted dark wizard and has to hide his affinity to that part of magic just to fit with his friends.

#4 Every single Jegulus fic shows walburga and orion as physically and emotionally abusive parents. When I think it was never the case. I believe that with war on the horizon and with strong personalities, sirius and walburga clashed all the time because of their belief system. Walburga distanced herself when she felt that sirius was lost case and started focusing on Regulus who up until the point was not paid much attention.

Regulus was too happy to make his parents pay him attention, became even more malleable to their belief system in search of that affection while sirius thought that nothing he could do would be any better than Regulus so why try. He was jealous of his own brother. Like any normal child he resented his brother for getting his parents love. It was crystal clear in ootp if people dared to pay attention. {No but we were all busy paying attention to that brotherly hug in poa to have any brain cell remaining to pay attention to other books. Lol}

Why the reasons for sirius running away need to be exaggerated. Look around yourself. Have seen some parent child relationship in which there is no abuse involved, but still miscommunication, expectation, circumstances and belief were the reason of their estrangement.

#5 That point where you are reading form Regulus's pov and he has these abandonment issues because of sirius leaving him alone and not taking him away too and you feel for the guy because he is laying his heart out for his audience to see how much he suffered. He blames sirius and James. I feel that bullshit. First of all I think that Regulus was supper happy that he got to be having the sole attention of his parents. Again my version of his parents were not abusive people just two people who didnt know a thing about parenting. The guy was Slytherin, he liked winning. But he was also hurt by his parents still not being as concerned about him like they are of sirius, even when he is disowned. He hated his brother for having that concern in his parents' mind even now. He wanted to be better. He wanted to make them forget that sirius ever existed. He overcompensates by joining DE, he was not forced. He wanted to be make them pleasantly surprised when walburga never wanted that of her sons. She just wanted them to be bigots like her.

She absolutely despised the idea of her youngest bowing to someone. When Blacks are supposed to be the topmost. Practical royalty.

Regulus when he found out that his parents are in fact not happy with his decision, felt betrayed first and then lost. When he got the actual reality of death eating business, it was too late and he felt that he had no one in his corner. His only friends were all DE and quite happy in it. His parents were silently disappointed.

So when he found out about horcrux. He thought that he can make it upto his parents. But also he did not want to seek their help in his embarrassment. So he seeked to do it by himself and met his tragic end. Also I head canon that he could have fought to survive but his will to survive was lost because he felt adrift with no one to confide the complexities of his life, he felt alone. And he accepted death quite quickly with a relief because he was lonely in the world full of opinionated people.

So the bottom line is that I read Jegulus and then I hate myself for reading it. Because it is bullshit. But it has drama. And fanfics are their to entertain us even if it makes me pull my hair out and gauge own eyes.

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Buck & Eddie: The 13th episode of each season

The 13th episode of each season has included very important moments regarding Buck and Eddie’s relationship. Moments were included of them comforting each other, Eddie inviting Buck to go on a lunch date, Eddie encouraging someone else to tell the person they wanted to be with they love them, them almost losing each other forever and them being vulnerable in front of each other when they had never allowed anyone else to see that side of them before. The moments they’ve shared were always front and center and some of those moments happened between them while they were dating other people. Therefore, these pivotal moments within their relationship shouldn’t be ignored because it’s all part of their journey to becoming a CANON couple.

2x13 “Fight or Flight”

Buck’s sister Maddie had been taken by her estranged husband Doug and he was visibly upset. He was trying to fix it when he swiped Chimney’s iPhone from the crime scene so the police could quickly find her but he ended up being reprimanded by Athena. This was one of the worst moments in his life and even though his found dad, Bobby was there to offer him support, there was only one person who could give him the support he needed and that was Eddie!

Reminder, Buck was in a relationship but his girlfriend was nowhere to be found. Eddie was there to comfort and offer him the support he needed during one of the most stressful times in his life. Also, Maddie raised Buck which means to him it probably felt like his mother had been taken instead of it just feeling like his sister was missing.

Here’s the thing, the show could have easily set it up where Buck’s girlfriend was there for him but they didn’t. When Buck found Chimney lying on the ground, it appears he had just returned home from what may have been a date. He was dressed in a nice army green button-down shirt and a pair of slacks so it’s possible he had just returned from being on a date with her but she wasn’t at the hospital. Eddie was there for him and not long after he arrived, he found Buck so he could be there to support and comfort him.

When Eddie introduced himself to Michael, the things they didn’t say to each other were LOUDER than the things they did. Eddie said, “We haven’t met but I love you... Eddie” and he extended his hand. Michael shook his hand and replied, “Michael... pleasure.” Their handshake was VERY LOUD and so were their non-verbal interactions 👀👀.

Eddie’s estranged wife had recently returned after having been gone for almost two years and she brought Christopher to the hospital so Eddie could spend time with him. Then Eddie told her she could leave if she had something else to do because she had already brought his son there to be with him and he even highlighted the fact that Christopher was the most important. After she said she was good with being there with him, he skeptically looked at her and then he looked down like he really didn’t want her there. Reminder, this happened a few months after he told her he didn’t know if he could trust her. Also his conversation with her at the hospital happened after he had already talked to Buck👀👀.

3x13 “Pinned”

Eddie teased Buck when he used the wrong word to describe a specific skeletal body part and Buck responded, “You can’t just let me enjoy the win”. Bobby spoke up and said, “Good job Buck.” to encourage him but Eddie looked over his shoulder at Buck. Their banter was in full effect and this happened right after 3x12 “Fools” when they spent a Buckley-Diaz Family Day at the park so Christopher could ride the adaptable skateboard Buck and Eddie built for him.

Eddie told Chimney, “I get taking things slow but tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone. So, if you love her... tell her”. His words to Chimney appear to have been foreshadowing for something he would have to remind himself of in the future since it seems like he will probably be the one to confess his love to Buck especially now that he almost lost him again in 6x10 “In a Flash”. He was encouraging his friend to tell one of the Buckley siblings he loves her. Well Eddie’s in love with a Buckley sibling too and this happened after he and Buck had that sexually tense exchange during The Kitchen Scene while they made heart eyes at each other in 3x9 “Fallout” and right before he changed his will and named Buck to be Christopher’s legal guardian in 3x15 “Eddie Begins”.

Eddie casually asked Buck out on a lunch date. When they arrived at the hospital to help Hen and Chimney unload the dad who had shot a nail into his heart, Eddie said, “Wanna grab a bite after we drop ‘em?” and Buck agreed. Eddie was slick with the ask and Buck readily agreed which means it probably wasn’t the first time and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

4x13 “Suspicion”

Eddie was shot by a sniper while he stood only a few feet in front of Buck. Up to that point, it was the most PIVOTAL moment within their relationship because they almost lost each other forever. Their hearts were on full display especially after Eddie’s blood splattered all over Buck’s face and clothes and they spent several seconds staring at each other until Eddie hit the ground.

Buck went into a catatonic state of shock after he watched the love of his life fall down and his mental state had been affected so much that he couldn’t move. If it hadn’t been for Captain Jeshan Mehta tackling him to the ground, it’s possible he could have been shot too because the bullet hit the side of the firetruck where Buck was standing. Reminder, Eddie was in a relationship but Buck is THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE, therefore the love they have for each other could no longer be ignored. Please note this happened exactly one year after Eddie changed his will.

Eddie reached for Buck while he was on the ground lying in a pool of his own blood. In that moment, the only person Eddie could see was Buck.

Eddie met Buck’s eyes and Buck met his, then they had one of their silent conversations.

Buck kept his eyes locked with Eddie’s until Eddie went unconscious and prior to Eddie closing his eyes, neither of them looked at anyone or anything else. Buck didn’t take his eyes off of Eddie until after Eddie closed his eyes and then he came out of his catatonic state. After that Buck Army rolled underneath the firetruck so he could save him.

5x13 “Fear-O-Phobia”

Buck’s breath hitched in his throat after he broke down Eddie’s bedroom door and his fear was palpable. He didn’t know if he was going to find Eddie’s dead body, therefore when he called Eddie’s name, his voice was filled with a quiet panic and he could hardly breathe. Eddie didn’t make any noise because he didn’t want their son to hear him and he didn’t make a sound until after he heard Buck calling for him.

Buck rushed over to Eddie’s side after he heard him crying and Eddie allowed himself to be the most vulnerable he’d ever been in his life. Prior to that night, he had never allowed anyone to see him cry like that including his deceased wife or his ex-girlfriend but he allowed Buck to see every single piece of him including the broken ones.

Reminder, Buck was in a relationship and she had just moved in with him a few days earlier but his number one priority was to be there for Eddie and their son. He stayed with them for several days even after Eddie returned to therapy (related post linked here).

6x13 “Mixed Feelings”

Based on the sneak peek video of Buck and Eddie participating in a low stakes’ poker game, it appears 6x13 could be another pivotal moment within their relationship especially since Eddie recited the exact amount of time down to the second of how long Buck was dead after he was struck by lightning. It was three minutes and seventeen seconds which just so happens to be the same amount of time that elapsed after Eddie was shot by a sniper (timed post of The Shooting linked here).

How did Eddie get Buck to agree to go to the poker game? Did he ask him out on a date like he did in 3x13? What else will happen between Buck and Eddie in 6x13 that will strengthen their relationship and take it to the next level? Will there be more pivotal moments of Buck and Eddie’s relationship included in 6x13 that will finally lead to them becoming a CANON couple? There are only a few hours left until the episode airs but based on previous season’s 13th episodes, it’s very likely these questions will be answered.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fox #911 on fox #911onfox #911 meta #911 speculation #911 s6 #911 season 6 #911 season 6 speculation #911 #911 spoilers #911 on abc #911 abc

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