#it'll never compare to actual clothes

[yours-the-author]

I felt like experimenting with my style a little today and gave Reginald clothes! Specifically, I gave him the outfit I had him wear in this one shot that I wrote; it doesn't come across very well, but it was fun to do, so I'll give it that. Who doesn't want to see Reginald in a dress (or in this case, an outfit that's both a dress and a suit)? Unfortunately, I think my style isn't cut out for anything more complicated than this (and believe me, it was complicated), so I probably won't do many more like this. Just thought I'd share it!

[angelltheninth]

Trapped in a Small Space with Din Djarin

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, grinding, ruined clothes, moaning, trapped together

A/N: More smut with my favorite Mandalorian.

Din is more then used to hiding in cramped spaces to escape the people on his heels

He's usually alone though, having someone pressed against him, and that someone being his crush, is not making things easy for him at all

You're actually making things hard in more ways then one

Its so hot in here and really hard to breathe properly so this once, just this once he takes his helmet off

Not too worried about you seeing his face because its almost pitch black in here

He's a bumbling mess when you look up at him with that knowing smile on your face as your bodies are pressed so close together and he knows you can feel every inch of him

Its an issue because he can't run when he's like this, he needs release or else he's gonna get caught

Well yes, it is all your fault

So what are you gonna do about it hm, you can't just leave him like this

You can actually, but don't think that he won't come after you when he escapes, and he will escape, he always does

Seems like you understand, good

Oh, he never noticed before, how much smaller your hands are compared to his until you fished out his cock and wrapped your hand around it

Stop, stop, if you keep jerking him off he'll finish too soon

That... was the plan before yes, but he'd like to take some time here

Don't worry, as long as you're quiet you won't get caught... probably

Just hold on a little, let him lift you up, it'll make things easier that way, for him that is

Even with your clothes you can feel how hot his cock is, twitching and pulsing against your lower stomach as he wraps his arms around you and buries his head in your shoulder

It might be dark in here but he doesn't want to risk you seeing his red face

This is embarrassing enough

Fuck, he's already ruined your dress with his cum hasn't he

Might as well finish the job now, he'll get you a new one when you get out of here

Did not think you'd start rocking against him, pressing against his chest, whimpering and making these cute sounds

Were always capable of them or are just trying really hard now?

He can't wait to find out once he has you in his bed

[thegainingdesk]

I've been hovering between 36" and 38" trousers for a little while. I've noticed this past week that my trousers were getting uncomfortable every time I wore them, but for the life of me I couldn't find any of my 38s. A couple of pairs were definitely in the wash, but I knew for a fact there's at least one clean pair somewhere. Whatever, they're pinching but I'll live in these 36s for a while and just be glad that I've officially, unequivocally made the transition up a size.

I actually bothered checking the label today. These are my 38s. My 36s won't just be "pinching", they're completely out of the question. And I don't want to say "I wear 40" waist trousers" if I've not actually tried them on, but... I mean, I'd better buy a couple of pairs, right? Should I pick up a pair of 42s? For that inevitable moment?

There's something so utterly visceral about outgrowing clothes. The increasing tightness against your growing body, contrasting with the blessed relief, the comfortable looseness once you size-up - and knowing, knowing, that soon you'll fill up all that extra space too, that soon these clothes will be the ones that are too tight, too restricting, too small, ready for the process to repeat.

Maybe, to some extent it's because it's so much easier to compare clothing sizes - weights are tricky. I see someone the same weight as me and I think how much bigger they look, or how my gut is rounder, or my thighs are softer, or their moobs bigger . Clothes sizes are official - we wear the same size, we fill the same volume. You're still in 36s? Ah, shame, I've just bought a pair of 40s.

Over the summer I went on a short holiday with friends. At one point, me and one of my closest friends were just lounging about on the sofa in our pyjamas, half-asleep, Wimbledon on in the background while everyone was out. We both sort-of woke up at about the same point, and he made a little comment about my shirt riding up. I tried to tug my shirt down and he just laughed because clearly it wasn't working. Now, this friend is straight, but we're close, he's made some jokes about my weight gain, he's at least semi-aware that I at least don't mind the added weight (a story for a different time), so he doesn't particularly mind my gut sticking out a touch, but he says I should probably put on something a bit more covering before everyone else is back.

And as I'm changing I realise that I was wearing a large t-shirt. Now, at the time I was sort of between L and XL - both worked, I could tell L's were getting a little restrictive, and I had a desired trajectory towards adding some X's, so my wardrobe was a bit of a mix of the two, but up until that point, large shirts had definitely fit. All of a sudden, they're not just a little tight, or I can feel the difference or whatever, they're indecently small - literally, someone had just told me to change to make myself decent. And that's a large; it's in the name, right? It's not huge but it's large. Larger than average. Larger than most people.

And this friend is a lot smaller than me - he wears small and medium shirts. All of a sudden I'm realising that this shirt, the shirt I'd just outgrown, that I'll never fit into again, would be way too big for him. I'm not just bigger than him, I'm bigger than people who are bigger than him. If he asks me to borrow a shirt, I have to apologise for how my old, too-tight shirt from the back of my wardrobe will be too big for him, but it'll work in a pinch. I ask him if I can borrow a shirt and I'll burst out of it like a scene from one of my stories.

Better buy some 2XL's ready for the next time he has to make a comment like that. Some 42s as well. Hopefully I'll be in them before Wimbledon rolls round again.

[yanderes-galore]

Would it be okay to ask for a scenario of Hiccup with a Darling that's from modern times? Like due to mysterious ways Darling ended up in Berk and freaks out because of the Sargon's and all?

Sure! That would actually be terrifying now that I think about it as a lot of the dragons are really dangerous- I tried to pace this longer as I was inspired by another writer but I'm not sure how long it'll get but I hope you like my attempt :) This was long but I feel I executed it poorly, you be the judge of that.

You have a dragon and I wish I expanded more on that but I had no ideas :( This is a tame yandere focusing on heavy manipulation more than full on violence.

Not proofread, you get this raw.

Viking Life

Yandere! Hiccup with Modern! Darling Scenario

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Darling is scared and a bit oblivious, Dubious relationship/companionship, Protective behavior, Implied stockholm syndrome.

You felt your skin bruise when you landed, the sleepiness in your eyes shaking out quickly upon landing. This was not your world, it was one of fiction. One of fantasy, with vikings and dragons.

One moment you were sleeping in your bed for a quick nap. The next you were falling onto the cold ground, eyes darting around your surroundings. This... looked a lot like a series you liked.

You look down at your body, your clothes that you were wearing before were still on but dirty. You try to keep focused and look around your surroundings. Only to freeze when predatory eyes locked on you.

A dragon, straight from the series you enjoy, growls down at you. Adrenaline surges through your body as you quickly scurry backwards. The dragon backs you to a stone rock with a growl.

Great, you just got here by some sort of means unknown to you and you were going to die. Your life was going to end and you would have no idea why. You can't fight a literal dragon.

You make yourself look as small as possible, preparing to roll out of the way of a blow if you could. Before you could you felt the heat of a blast hit the dragon. Said dragon screeches before backing off.

You quickly turn to see another dragon and a rider. On closer look... your mouth shoots open. That's... you know them!

Hiccup and Toothless.

The Night Fury and his rider manage to drive the dragon off with some precise plasma bolts. The heat washes over you and you feel the urge to sweat. You hold your breath when the dragon flies off, but Toothless gaze swaps to you.

"I've never seen you before..." The rider, Hiccup, asks you. His gaze sweeps over your clothes in curiosity. It was nothing compared to his leather armor. "What kind of place wears something like that?"

You can only look at him with the expression of a fearful animal. You can barely breathe with the Night Fury staring you down. This... was reality.

"You don't look like you know how to tame a dragon, either... it's not safe here." Hiccup tells you, getting off of Toothless. "Can I get your name?"

You give the viking your name and he says it back to you. You can tell the name feels foreign to him when he says it but he makes not comment. He looks you over again before introducing himself. The name is familiar to you, of course, as in your world this is all fiction.

"Let's talk more somewhere safer. Last thing we need is a wild dragon attacking you again." He asks for your hand and you hesitantly take it.

Safe to say the first dragon ride on Toothless isn't easy on you.

----

When you were brought to Dragon's Edge you were quickly met with the feeling that your new life wouldn't be easy. When Hiccup mentioned to his friends that he brought someone new there was immediate backlash. Your "warm welcome" was more akin to an interrogation, really.

You couldn't blame them. They were all just as scared as you. But that didn't stop you from cowering behind Hiccup whenever their tones got aggressive.

Hiccup became a big help to you. He helped you give information to their questions without feeling overwhelmed. Answering questions was still difficult even without their aggression, however.

You told them all what you could. You told them your name, your world, and how you woke up. You answered when asked but it appears it didn't get much of anywhere.

You were still an enigma.

The questions they asked often involved your clothes, your knowledge on dragons, and/or your heritage. You answered what you could and tried to tiptoe around the idea of their world being fake where you came from.

You knew everyone's names but you acted as if you didn't to not freak them out. One by one, Hiccup introduced you to his friends. It felt bittersweet, on one hand you liked that you could meet your favorite characters... although...

You wonder if you'll ever go home.

It soon becomes clear that you will need somewhere to go. Since you are not aware of your surroundings you have nowhere to go. When Hiccup brings up allowing you to say in Dragon's Edge there is some hesitancy.

Tension is heavy in the air at the idea of allowing someone they have no idea about staying. Although, you thank Hiccup for helping y0ur case as he manages to convince his fellow vikings enough to allow it. He'd keep an eye on you and make sure you don't try anything.

He doubts your dangerous but anything to make them happy.

This begins your life in this world. A small hut is built for you and you're left to get to know your companions. The idea of adapting to this world is stressful, even with help.

Hiccup becomes your guide on the Edge. He helps you speak to others, he helps you with Astrid pick out clothing more akin to this area, and you are taught about training dragons.

Without Hiccup you doubt you could adapt to your situation. You're happy to have someone like him help you, along with his friends even if you are still uneasy about them. They all make your new life easier.

You still wish you could go home, however....

----

Since you began living at Dragon's Edge you've gotten along with your neighbors. You've spoken to many of the dragon riders and helped tend to their dragons. There's even talk of getting your own dragon. You always decline the offer, fearing that means your stay is permanent.

Part of you felt indebted to Hiccup. He saved you... ever since you've been friends. Even when you feel closed off, Hiccup comes in to help you adapt.

You've learned a lot from him, your friend. He's taught you about countless dragons to prevent how you met from happening a again. He taught you how to fish, he taught you basic combat even if it usually resulted in you falling over.

You and Hiccup seemed to have good chemistry. It wasn't necessarily in the romantic sense, but you two got along well. You felt you could rely on him... and Hiccup always seems so eager to help.

He was never aggressive with you. He always asked you gently about anything, like if you recall anything from before your time here. He's always eager to listen about you.

Hiccup encourages you to take a dragon of your own yet you always tell him no. You still have faith you'll get home someday. You never planned to stay too long.

From what you can tell this doesn't affect Hiccup much. Although it's possible you just don't see the cloudy look in his eyes. All you want is to go home... even if it is nice here.

"It's been months since you came here, it would be safer if you had a dragon." Hiccup had pulled you aside in private one day, flying you to a private part of the island. He was always concerned about your safety due to the Dragon Hunters. It was one of the reasons he rarely left your side too long and always asked to help.

"I've said this time and time again, Hiccup. If I got a dragon, I'll get attached. This isn't my home." You sigh, looking off at the water longingly. This world was beautiful yet home was home.

"I know..." He sighs deeply, looking over at you. "What if you never go home, though? What if I'm not around to protect you until then?"

You give Hiccup a saddened look. Hiccup's stressed expressions softens when he sees this but he looks away. You understand... he's being a good guy, that's all!

"Look... I'm just saying getting you home could be years from now. We have no idea how you got here... we know even less about bringing you back!"

Tears collect in your eyes and you nod. He had a point, even if you hated to agree. You had already gotten to be good friends with every body. A dragon would only prove useful.

At the same time... it feels like it would only chain you to this world.

Hiccup picks up on your silence and shaking body. You pause when he pulls you next to him and holds your face. He scans over your tears and wipes them away with care.

"I understand you want to go home..." He acts like it hurts to say it. "Surely you must understand it's dangerous around here, right? I'll train a dragon for you... just for your protection. Please think of the benefits until we learn how to bring you home?"

You don't have much of a choice. You're left speechless at Hiccup's sudden action to pull you closer and your thoughts jumble together. You look at his eyes and huff.

"... If you say it's what's best for me, I trust your judgment, Hiccup. You are my closest friend, after all."

Hiccup smiles and pulls away. Something feels off but you can't figure out what. You just... weren't expecting such an action from him-

"Great. Let's pick one for you soon... thanks for considering."

His smile is contagious....

"Sure... no problem...."

----

Dragon training isn't easy. Despite this... after little over a year of knowing Hiccup you managed to become close with a Silver Phantom. The dragon was large, fast, yet shy with humans.

They were troubling to train, yet you managed because Hiccup urged you to.

Hiccup urged you to do a lot since you met him.... You felt he was going it because he knew how this world worked. Although now that you had a dragon protecting you... he should back off, right?

Apparently that was not the case. Hiccup still visited you just as often. You adored your Silver Phantom, you adored your now growing hut, and you adored your new friends.... Thoughts of home still lingered in the back of your mind but they slowly faded away as time passed.

You couldn't blame yourself...

You were probably never making it back.

Why would you want to go back now? You had Hiccup, your best friend... and you had your dragon! They were all you really needed now.

Your modern clothes were long since discarded. You had gotten used to viking attire now anyways. Anything that reminded you of your past life was tossed aside.

... was there any point in going home?

It's not like Hiccup brought up any development on it. All he did was stick around you and help you out. You... even began to grow attached the longer you stayed here.

Hiccup had told asked you to not bring up your old home anymore. As he kept saying, who knows when you'll get back? For now... isn't here your home?

Think about it... you've accomplished so much here. You became a dragon rider, you gained so many friends, aren't you thriving here? Plus, leaving would hurt by now wouldn't it?

It's exactly as you feared.

You were in this deep. All thanks to Hiccup's words and comforting advice. You'd think he was doing it all on purpose.

He wouldn't though... right? Hiccup is your best friend. He just wants what's best for you. He... makes you feel comfortable.

He's quickly becoming the one thing that makes you happy in this world...

... maybe you don't want to leave anymore.

----

Hiccup couldn't hide the grin on his face. It took time, but with some well placed manipulation he managed to make you stay. Truthfully, Hiccup didn't know if he could bring you back home.

Yet... why go back? Clearly this was your home now. It was already approaching your second year here and you appear to be thriving.

Hiccup had a huge part in it. He made you a confident viking despite your differences. Your Silver Phantom, Jetstream, had also been a big part in making you stay. Now you didn't want to leave.

Part of Hiccup knows he should feel bad for what he did. He took advantage of you and manipulated your mind into relying on him. Now you clung around him all the time.

You two could possibly even start dating if he pushed a bit farther.

That was an opportunity for another time. All Hiccup really cared about was keeping you here with him at Dragon's Edge. When he first met you... he felt there was something about you.

Maybe it was the mystery that brought him in? He wasn't sure... all he knew was you felt nice to be around. Even when you hid behind him... he felt a strong attachment to you.

Now it's been years. It feels like he's known you for longer. Your past may be foggy to him, but now you're an entirely different person! A person he's had a hand in making.

It felt... nice for you to slowly care for him more than your old home. Again, how wrong of him to say, he can't help it.... He's surprised you never questioned him.

Hiccup will admit he's been obsessive about you since he met you. To the point he follows you sometimes and... watches you when you're unaware. Jetstream catches him at times which causes him to leave, however.

Hiccup prefers to keep you blissfully unaware of his obsession. He's already gotten you to the point you like Dragon's Edge as your home. Far as he knows, from now on, the Edge could be your home forever...

Then you could stay with Hiccup, forever.

Hiccup is... happy that your home is long gone from your mind now. It just means you've accepted the truth, as dark as it sounds.

You're meant to be here, don't you see?

You're meant to be here with him, forever as his.

[atom-writings]

What do you HC England as height wise? I’m pretty happy with 5’9 since that’s the perfect height for me at 5’0 😈 otherwise can I request England with a gn short reader?

hetalia england with a short s/o

0.7k words ~ gender neutral scenarios

tw: none!

a/n: arthur is starting to grow on me so much :sob:

I personally see him as something between 5' 9“ and 5' 10”, so just around what you think!

He's actually quite average, but compared to a lot of other nations, it's easy for him to be teased for being short. So, being with a short S/O would be a big confidence boost for him.

He pretends that he doesn't care about his S/O's height, but it'll be obvious to you that he does. Just through the little things.

Nearly every morning, he greets you with a tight hug from behind as he rests his chin on the top of your head. If he's wearing one of his robes, he'll also wrap that around you.

He's also ALWAYS the big spoon. Regardless of what he wants, he just finds it awkward to be held like that when you're so... small compared to him.

Whenever you're out, he offers you his jacket. He just adores how big it looks on you!

Depending on where you live, he can get a little protective. When you're in a crowd, he always makes sure to hold you close. He doesn't trust others to respect your personal space as much as they should.

“Right, you shut up right now or you're gonna learn to regret-”

“Arthur, it's fine!” You plead, grabbing his shoulder and holding him back, “Let's just leave, okay?”

“I- You want to just let this prick get away with-”

“Yes!”

He turns around to meet your eyes for a moment, his gaze softening as he sees your worried expression. Arthur could only sigh, brushing your hand off his shoulder and taking it in his own.

“You're right, this isn't worth our time. Let's go, darling.”

The two of you began to walk towards the exit of the bar. But before you could get out of earshot, you heard your harasser whistle at you. In an instant, Arthur broke away from you, grabbing the nearest glass off a table and hurling it at the man.

He isn't above teasing you for being short, but he won't push it. It's always little snide remarks that probably you didn't even notice in the moment.

A couple of times he's tried to see if you could wear his clothes from a teenager (AKA THE 12TH DAMN CENTURY!)  It didn't work, obviously, but he did laugh a lot at you... so there's that.

But, he'd still never infantilize you. No matter how you look, he loves and respects you all the same. And he expects everyone to do the exact same. You're his darling, after all <3

It wasn't supposed to rain today. At least, that was what the weather app said today. But here you stood, underneath the archway to leave,  watching the rain pound the sidewalk.

“Perhaps... I should not have parked so far away.” Arthur breaks the tension.

“Yeah, perhaps.”

“Did you bring an umbrella?”

“Nope. Did you?“

”Not today, no.“

You sighed, but Arthur just chuckled. When you turned to the side to see his face, he looked just absolutely pleased with himself.

”What's so funny?“

”I have a plan.“ He says resolutely, scrambling out of his trench coat. He poured a few things out of the pockets, then turned to you.

He manoeuvred the jacket so it held out like a tarp over himself, “Get under here with me, it'll be dry.”

You guffawed, “It will not be dry.”

“Trust me, it's better than nothing.”

What other choice did you have? You shuffled underneath his arms, pressing up close to him. It was an uncomfortable arrangement, but safe. Like always, with him.

“Alright, are we running, or what?”

He shook his head, ”In a moment, but first...“

”First what?“

”You have to give me a good luck kiss.“

Heat rose to your cheeks, and you turned away, ”That's stupid, and like- people will see!“

”Come on, I won't keep you dry unless you give me a good luck kiss.“

”Ugh, you can't be serious-“ You stuttered out for a moment,  ”F-Fine!“

Hurriedly, you pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek as you stood on the tips of your toes.

”See, now we'll be all good!“

”That was so dumb-“

”Doesn't matter, we're going!“ He laughed, before breaking out into a full sprint, dragging you along with him.

”SLOW DOW- I WASN'T READY!“

[kissingrhi]

i can’t stop thinking about remer with a size kink TAKE MY PHONE AWAY

this request actually awakened something in my soul

matt's 6'2 [weeps] [wails] [falls to the ground]

definitely realized it in one of the dumbest ways imaginable and was Super embarrassed

like you were probably just comparing hand sizes with him and in his mind he's like "am i attracted to this???"

spoiler alert: he absolutely is

while he is very crude sometimes, he can actually be very gentlemanly!

so he had nothing to do but sit and blush (at least in the beginning) when you would playfully poke fun at how "gargantuanly tall" he is or ask him to carry you everywhere

only way you got it out of him was during an extremely drunk make out session at 4 am

you two smelt like liquor and sweat and you can vaguely recall him mumbling something about how easy you are to move, how "pliant you are in his hands" (his excuse: he's an emotional drunk!)

even though the next day when you brought it up he was absolutely mortified and threw a pillow so hard he thought he'd knocked you out, the secret was out

from that point forward, he was basically shameless

giggles like a mad man at the sight of his hand against your ass, even in the most intimate scenarios

"it's like i can cup both your cheeks with just my fingers" "please shut the hell up"

whenever you wear his clothes he loses it

"you should know better. last time i slammed you into the wall so hard i think there's a dent."

the KING of goofy dirty talk

he'd bust out laughing while fingering you and be like, "aren't you just so precious and small? snookums." with a pinch to your cheek while you're literally grinding against his fingers and begging for him to touch you

once when you were on top you dragged his hand up to grasp around your throat and you're sure you've never seen him that aroused in your life

his eyes darkened and he squeezed a gentle push into one of your pulse points and the same exact time he thrusted up into you, proceeding to ravage you just from how much of your body his palms could cover

whenever you two fight, which is a lot and usually over very stupid shit, it'll most likely end with him pushing you against the wall and fucking you right there

"keep mouthing off and i'll show you how small you are next to me"

such an ass about the difference in your sizes in and out of the bedroom

100000% uses you as a headrest

finds it very endearing and very pleasing when you gag on his length

"no, no it's okay, baby - i'm too big for you, aren't i?" with the stupidest grin on his face

in his sellout era he was the cockiest of all, swinging you over his shoulder and giving your ass a firm smack whenever you'd frustrate him, all while laughing maniacally (it is extremely hard for him to take sex seriously!)

he holds both your wrists in one of his hands during doggystyle

he gets extremely aroused when you take control and the size difference even catches him when he's feeling more submissive

like when he's panting while making out with you and grinding his clothed cock against your knee and you mumble, "not so big and bad now?" into his mouth and against his tongue.....he cannot handle it. will cream his pants. has creamed his pants. doesn't wanna talk about it.

him holding your entire body and moving you while fucking you!!!!! the control does wild things to him

"i can just have you however i want, huh?"

he is so cocky and goofy in bed i cannot stress this enough

[ididntknowwhattocallthis]

Ok I wanna talk about Ethari's clothing/design over all. His clothes and tattoos are different from every other Moonshadow elf we've seen, and he's one of the few that doesn't wear braids. Like:

The recurring elements are intricate patterning; over layers and under layers; multiple colors in the same garment (or at least same outfit); wraparound construction, color contrast between mediums, lights, and darks; and the dominant color is always the medium, never the lightest or darkest color (usually navy, true black is very rare outside of the assassins). Even arc 2 Rayla follows most of these rules and she's been away from her culture for two years!

But then we have Ethari:

He doesn't have an outer layer, he wears almost solid navy, none of those clothes are wraparound, he has no light color, there's not a lot of contrast, and his dark color is true black despite not being an assassin. He bends all the rules, though he only breaks one completely. He still has that patterning, but it's minimal compared to the others. He has plenty of accent colors, more than anyone else actually, but they show up on him far less. He does have light, medium, and dark colors, but his whole pallet is darker than everyone else's. The only rule he 100% breaks is the wraparound construction

A lot of this probably derives from the fact that he's a metalsmith:

For the most part his clothes quite are practical;

Black/navy hides coal dust/soot very well. It gets everywhere, on your pants and face especially, and is highly visible on just about every other color.

Forging is hot work & you do it next to a fire that needs to be at least 1000° celsius, I never wear more than one layer either.

those sleeves, while a bit looser than I'd be comfortable with, probably aren't going to get in the way. Plus I heard somewhere that they're spelled to repel heat (couldn't find if that's actually canon tho), so if that's true they're much better than my gloves.

The crop top isn't great but he's got that belt to stop most embers. Besides he's probably not the type to yelp every time one lands on him like I am.

if he pulls the scarf over his mouth & nose it'll help delay him getting lung cancer in the death trap of a smithy Wonderstorm designed for him (my problems with it are a post all on their own. I have nothing against the artists, its pretty, but by all rights he should be dead)

There might also be a cultural aspect to his clothing:

I think the navy blue, the arm bands, the boot decorations, and his belt & tabard could all be symbols that mean "I am a metalsmith" in Moonshadow culture. (Quick side note, he's not technically a blacksmith. historically blacksmith means specifically iron workers. If anything he's a whitesmith since he usually works with silver.) We see it with the assassins, why not metalsmiths too?

Plus if you take a look at his forge in the art book, there's a design carved on it that looks almost exactly like the one on his tabard. Elements of it also appear on other parts of his clothing:

I suspect that this is some sort of symbol for metal working or fire protection. If he's in a guild it could be their symbol, or it could just be a wider cultural symbol. Either way it has a meaning that relates to the forge specifically. I couldn't find it anywhere else in the room.

I just realized that I never even brought up the metal hems on his sleeves. Then again what is there to say? It's metal, he's a metalsmith. It's pretty, he likes pretty things.

But what about the rule he completely breaks?

As I said, every moonshadow garment has some sort of wrap-and-secure construction to it-- except Ethari's clothes. I seriously doubt this is a metalsmith thing. Basic garment construction isn't a sensible way to differentiate your group within one culture. I fully believe Ethari is doing this on purpose. But why? That why gets even bigger when you realize that no other moonshadow elves we've met have brown eyes or periwinkle blue tattoos.

Put a pin in all that, I need to explain my interpretation of Moonshadow culture for this to make sense.

"Moon Primal creatures can be private and secretive, and are keenly aware of the power of appearances." - from the official website

"Moonshadow Elves obey a rather rigid, honor-driven culture." - from the wiki

To me this paints a picture of a fairly collectivist culture. They place a heavy emphasis on community and duty, two things that are usually more peaceful/simpler when you have cohesion within the group. Cohesion creates less conflict, less conflict makes your community more peaceful and your duty to it easier to complete.

But they know that this cohesion is- to an extent- only an act, so each person has a sub community where they don't have to act. Your inner self is for family and friends close enough to be family. (I honestly think they might have some sort of ritual to formally adopt friends as family) To everyone else you're supposed to put up a front that makes you seem more like everyone else.

OK back to the pin

Even without his clothes, Ethari is already visually different from everyone else. No other Moonshadow elves we've seen have tattoos or eyes the same color as his. It's a subtle difference but it is noticeable, and in a culture so focused on appearances people would notice. Most people's instinct would be to try to hide or downplay it, to prop up that front as much as they can. Yet Ethari doesn't put up a front, not to the extent that most people seem to. He's even accentuating his differences by dressing in a different style than them- and he's respected.

In my comm class the other day we were talking about groups, and one of the things that came up was that cohesion fosters sameness and diversity fosters innovation. Ethari is an innovator, it's literally his job. He invents the wingalings in bloodmoon huntress, Runaan and Rayla's weapons, and probably a bunch more stuff we haven't seen. Maybe for all they value appearances and fitting in, moonshadow culture still recognizes that people like him are important and they aren't as effective when they have to fit in. They can't be too out there (remember, Ethari only bends the rules rather than breaking them) but as long as they stay within a certain radius of the norm they can gain a lot of respect. I think this is what Ethari has done. The fact that his family (Runaan, Tiadrin, Lain) are all pretty traditional probably helped a lot. They keep him from pushing too hard on the edge of the box and he keeps them flexible.

That they aren't there anymore has probably exacerbated the rift between him and the rest of the silvegrove caused by Rayla's ghosting and whatever news has reached them from the storm spire.

I am so excited to see him in S6. I thought about adding some speculation about what his new design might look like, but I honestly don't think he'll have changed that drastically aside from his hair. My biggest question is honestly whether or not he's still in The Silvergrove.

Bonus:

I bet that some of Ethari's relative weirdness rubbed off on Rayla. She didn't have many friends as a kid so, when she wasn't in school or with the assassins, it makes sense that hung out with Ethari a lot. Since he's less strict than Runaan she was probably only comfortable completely unmasking with him. He heard about all her crushes, fears, and insecurities that Runaan didn't. Which goes a long way to explaining why Ethari was the only one who could see she wouldn't be a good assassin; she was hiding those traits from everyone but him.

This also explains some of why he was so willing to believe that she ran away. Ethari saw all of her vulnerability, but he didn't see all of her strength. While she was out training and facing her fears with Runaan, Ethari was in the smithy and only heard about their exploits after the fact. Neither of them saw all of who Rayla is, but both of them thought they did and had to find out that they were wrong in just about the most heartbreaking way imaginable.

[faetaiity]

Hi! I saw you where trying yandere fics so i was wondering if you’d be interested in writing some platonic yandere headcannons (basically the yandere idea without the romance) with the four rise!brothers (or just raph and/or donnie if all of them are too many), discovering a male human younger than them (like 12-13) and while they’re out on patrol and they all become obsessed with the idea of him becoming their younger brother so much so that they kidnap them and bring them back to the lair

i’m just so curious how they’d act to a younger brother and how they’d treat him- like would they let him out of the house, go on patrol with them, would donnie let him into his lab?

if you want you could also do the bat mutant reader or the dark!au, it’s up to you! sorry for rambling lol

I WILL DO ALL OF THESE???? BAT READER IN THE DARK AU WITH PLATONIC YANDERES??? SIGN ME UP FUCKER(S)!! /POS Also, I (tried) to make the readers age ambiguous for the most part, BUT I did have in mind a reader between 7-9 (Early Adolescents)

CW: Reader ends up getting injured, mild angst(?), Yandere themes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

STORY PART (GENERAL HCS AT THE BOTTOM <3)

Mutating for a child is 10x worse

It's almost guaranteed that the kid will be homeless, not necessarily because of their parents (although this DOES happen rarely), but more so because they perceive themselves as monsters as kids, and teens have low self-esteem so they think no one will love them as a mutant

At least with Teens and Adults, they have Mutants in their age range that can help, there are almost NO child mutants, now, Adult Mutants will help Child mutants, but this is a dangerous area.

Cut to a little boy who just mutated into a giant Bat, you, of course, freak out and start crying (Partly because it's canon that Mutating is PAINFUL)

It'll probably be a couple nights or even weeks before the turtles find you, New York IS pretty big.

When they find you, they're curious, they've never seen a super young mutant out by themselves, sure, they were young at some point, but they were always supervised

Raphs the most patient one, even in the canon storyline, Rise! Raph is a sweetheart compared to his brothers, similar concept here, Dark AU! Raph is similar to 2012! Raph, he has his soft moments but mostly comes off as intimidating.

Raph comes over to you and sees you sobbing your eyes out, your fur is matted, you seem to be starving and you have various scrapes and bruises.

Big Brother mode is something Dark AU! Raph experiences very rarely, only towards young animals as his brothers are completely independent from him now, but you managed to trigger that response.

Honey, you got a big storm comin /ref

He picks you up and brings you with him, earning Leo and Donnie's Ire

I'm gonna be honest, he has to beg his brothers not to rat him out to the rat, he HAS to smuggle you into the lair, at least for a little bit for you to be cleaned up and fed.

His brothers taunt him about his sudden "Stupid Emotions", especially considering even though Raph is a decent person in this AU, he's still hardcore af, smashing people's teeth in 'n stuff.

But they cave, Mikey isn't as loose mouthed in the Dark AU, he's actually quite secretive.

Raph ends up taking you to the shower and asking if you know how to take one by yourself (He knows you're young, but he doesn't know your exact age, but he knows you're younger than 10.), if you agree he just gives you some of Mikey's clothes since they would fit you the best, then he leaves.

After showering, you wander around, as nosy kids do, you end up finding the orange one, drawing in what seems to be red paint, he looks over to you with a smile, ew, the paint was leaking from his mouth.

You skittishly wandered into another part of the lair after feeling like you stared death in the face of a turtle.

Going into another part, which had a lot of ripped up dummies, you see the other two that wasn't the red one, one had a midnight blue mask, and the other a Deep Purple, they were screaming at each other, calling each other horrible names, they were both pretty roughed up, knuckles bleeding, blood coming from their nose, bruises, someone brushed by you casually and wandered into that den of Vipers

"MIKEY, GET THE FUCK OUT, WE'RE BUSY" The Blue one yelled at, who you assumed was Mikey, who squinted his eyes and seethed out a "Helloooo~ My Dear and LOVING brother, could you mind NOT fighting so loudly, kid ended up watching y'all fight like raccoons over the last bit of that guy from the police" which made the three look at you

Pinning your ears back you took a step back, the purple one came over to you and coldly said "Raph's in the living room, don't go in there, Splinter will kill you."

You just stood there shaking, tears pricking your eyes before Leo sighed, stood still then giggled "LAST ONE TO SAY NOT IT AND TOUCH THEIR NOSES HAS TO TAKE CARE OF THE KID"

"NOT IT"

"NOT IT"

The one in front of you whipped around at mach one and stared at his brothers ".... I fucking hate you two, I wish you were used as omelets when we were eggs." the purple one seethed

He whipped back over to you; a giant mechanical arm came out and picked you up, making you screech and writhe

"CALM DOWN!" He shouted, making you stop writhing and start whimpering

He walks out of the Dojo and takes you through some rooms before coming to a door that has steel lock bars to keep people out, he uses a code and a print scanner before wandering in, he strides over to a desk and places you on it.

He taps his desk for a few minutes, deep in thought before looking over to you "My name's Donatello." he states, you carefully responded as if saying one word wrong would make him snap your neck "I'm Y/N"

He huffs a small "Don't touch anything, tell me if you need to go somewhere", before he starts to code on a computer, several minutes pass by before a hurried knock at the Lab's door

Answering it, he lets his three brothers in, all of them approach you, as you start shaking violently the more they got close.

Three of them stopped before you, but the red one got closer, He kneeled down, so you were at eye level, you were scared shitless, these were highly scarred turtle mutants with weapons, any kid with enough marbles would shit themselves.

He sighs before saying "We haven't introduced ourselves, I'm Raphael" he stops for a second before continuing "That's Michelangelo" He points to the shortest one with a deep dark orange mask, "That's Leonardo" the one he pointed to was the most scarred out of all of them, he had a giant bloodstained sword, he didn't seem amused that he was there "And that's-"

"Donnie!!!!" you said, kicking your legs back and forth, giving a giant goofy grin, Donatello was NOT amused "It's Donatello." He coldly said, his face was bright red as his brothers started snickering behind him

Raph pulled out a small hairbrush and some hair conditioner "Can I help you untangle those mats?" he gruffed out, it wasn't intended to be scary, his voice was just naturally rough.

You nodded, He spent about an hour detangling your fur while his brothers did other things in the lab, such as Donatello making upgrades to SHELLDON.

After he was done, you got up from his lap and turned around "Thank you Mr. Raphael!!!!" you squeaked out and hugged him, causing him to freeze

His brothers looked over and saw you hugging him, they saw how at ease their brother was as his massive hands draped around you

Once you were done hugging you ran around like a normal kid would do.

Raphael often mentioned to his younger brothers about the feelings of being a big brother and how he felt as one, they got this feeling from you, despite you only having met them for a few hours.

They see you trip and freak the fuck out, this isn't their normal reaction, they would usually laugh or just ignore it, but they felt more panicky.

But then you got up and gave them the most dumb, goofy, teeth filled smile, giving them a thumbs up and running off to other parts of the lab.

They felt warm, deciding to leave you with Donnie in his lab as you seemed to like him

He had to fake being Inconvenienced and irritated, but even the CIA couldn't get that out of him ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ GENERAL HCS THAT ARE SET A FEW WEEKS AFTER THE STORY PART!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yeah, you can't go anywhere without them, end of story

Patrols? You are WITH ALL OF THEM. NO QUESTIONS.

Donnie's Lab? Donnie has to be with you and starts rambling about his tech, feels like fainting from happiness when you take an interest.

Splinter ends up finding out about you and for the first time ever, his students rebelled against him violently, his ear became more torn up, he had a tooth knocked out, and some of his nails cracked, needless to say, you were kept.

Raph's the most Overprotective out of all of them, sees you cry and suddenly finds an excuse to fight anyone who comes near you, even if he didn't really care, having someone other than him near you gets him unnaturally angry for no reason

Mikey was the youngest before you, but he has no resentment towards you, you're absolutely ADORABLE! He's the one that takes you to the hidden city to see the cool things there, He's the 'Fun' but cautious big brother, and by that, I mean, he makes you think he gives you the most freedom but really all he does is give you a safety net that traps you, making you believe after that one incident that you need protection, slowly constricting your freedoms until you HAVE to be with him or his brothers.

Donnie would be the carefree one, he doesn't NEED to be by your side, he has tech and hacking abilities, he can just spy on you, His robots are deadly enough to kill any human or mutant that hurts you.

Leo is the second most carefree, he mainly helps Donnie if his tech fucks over and can't be used or the entire PowerGrid is down, He just teleports to find you from your last known location!

They all adore you, calling you their younger sibling, often making you feel overwhelmed or suffocated (Especially if the reader is Autistic.)

I can see them mildly infantilizing the reader, not as if they're actually like a baby, but more like they're helpless and can't do ANYTHING by themselves, you wanna get something off the top shelf? Raph can do it! GO SIT BACK DOWN.

If the reader gets hurt by another mutant all hell breaks loose

They don't even care if they can only get to them in broad daylight, they have disguises, they'll make it work.

Don't expect them to not scold you if you break the rules.

First offense is a verbal warning

Second or more offense is timeout

Third offense is only reserved for trying to leave them permanently more than once. They snap your leg.

You'll learn to NEVER leave again, either that or your legs won't be able to work anymore.

[gren-arlio]

May as well redo this. Hey everyone, the name's Gren, and I'm here to translate an entire Puyo/Madou route because why not.

Waku Waku Puyo Puyo Dungeon to be precise.

(This one.)

Yes, you read that right, I'm here to make a solid attempt of translating as much of the game as possible. Like in my very first post, we Puyo fans are kinda starving to death right now with the stuff we're given, Quest can only do so much. So why don't we try to take things into our own hands and make our own food?

As of writing this, (June 13th 2023,) I'm almost done with Schezo's storyline, least from the videos I was able to find thanks to YouTube being nice. You can find them here, though be warned, I'm not fluent in Japanese, so mistakes are bound to occur. If you want to help revise some things, please do. Any help would be great.

So, sounds cool, right? Before I dive into the real meat and bones of this game, I should give some context. All of it will be shown in the Read More if you're interested. If not, thanks for reading from here.

What is Waku Waku Puyo Puyo Dungeon?

Some people may not know this game, and that's fine. It's a game from the COMPILE Era of the Puyo world (Madou,) and it follows our ARS Trio (Arle, Rulue, Schezo) as they go through an amusement park to solve their own lil' things.

These guys.

The game itself is sorta like Pokémon Mystery Dungeon, where every movement is a "Turn," and the enemies move along with you. Each time you attack also counts as a turn. You go through floors (5 Early game, then 10, then 100 for the final place.) and fight a Boss at the final floor. If there's 10 floors, then a miniboss will be on the 5th.

There's small side quests to get items you want, though you can typically buy from Momomo or Fufufu. You get this quests by going to the Bulletin Board in the Info Center (where Kimimora is) and checking around. Speak to Kiki while you're at it.

This game is unfortunately not translated, and there seems to be no English rom or any translations in the internet due to this games semi-poor documentation. That's where me and possibly you come into play. We'll be the ones documenting this game.

Why this game of all games?

Well, because it's so unknown compared to the other Madou games, least what I've seen. I've never really even seen people attempt this, so I may as well try to do a single route for the fans.

And what's the end goal?

There's a couple, actually. One of these is to get the information on the Puyo Nexus (I have an account on there, Greñ.) to let people see what this game has to offer for plot and what the characters have.

The other is just because it's fun. Knowing this game isn't translated is pretty interesting, so I'd like to try. I love the franchise, so I may as well give back to it somehow.

This one's simple enough. I wanna know more about the characters. There's so much to uncover. To give a few examples for Schezo's route alone:

Schezo kinda gives Serilly therapy and she becomes a more confident person by the end of the game.

Draco accuses Schezo of being interested in men. First Rulue, now her.

Skeleton-T is just kinda vibing

Kikimora plays a pretty big role as the usher who helps people.

Witch has a huge wish...to get Schezo's clothing. And she chases him the entire game for it.

Schezo gets blasted by a Carbuncle beam and lives.

And Succubus becomes a tour guide by the end of the game. Yes. Succubus.

Game's pretty damn silly and I'm all for it. If you want to do your own translation, go off! It'll be fun to see and also help other routes if you want.

And finally. The artstyle is cool as hell. (Taken from Puyo Nexus.)

I'm a huge sucker for the artstyle, love it.

What'll happen when you're done with Schezo's route?

Easy. I'll do Arle's route, most likely. Unfortunately, Rulue isn't exactly my favorite so she'll be the one for last. If I ever get to her.

Extra Short Questions:

How long does each translation episode take to finish?

About a week or two depending on length. Typically posting on Weekends.

How about credit for the translation?

As long as I'm mentioned, it's okay. If it's your own thing, don't add my name, I ain't selfish.

What if I miss something?

After the final episode, I'll do Extras. Things I missed, things people send me, etc. Stay tuned.

Favorite COMPILE characters?

Thought I'd add this. Lagnus, Schezo, Witch as the top 3. There's like 6 Lagnus fans in America.

How to contact me:

Tumblr DM'S are open, and I guess Discord too if you want that also. I'll give the name in the DM.

With that, thanks for reading. That'll be all this time. Thanks for tuning in.

[zizz-asdf-re-r-o-u]

NU:Carnival Gambler's Paradise Event Review/Analysis

Warning for spoilers! (Note: This was written before Rusted Nation event came out, so some of the gore/assault stuff I talk about is missing)

Ok so I'm technically new to playing Nu Carnival (as in, since Sunburst Festival), so I can only compare it to Sunburst Festival, Misty Vale, and the reruns since Sunburst Festival. But I thought I'd share my thoughts on why the Gambler's Paradise event was so good.

As a disclaimer: I'm not into fluffy stories and personally prefer horror, gore, action, and ofc smut. So if that stuff ain't your cup of tea, then what I'm saying are positive things, may not be your thing. I'm also a lesbian so I'm not playing this game with the intention of self inserting myself to be banged by the guys. I can only think in terms of the quality of the sex and story compared to other porn games I've played. 

The story/sex:

One thing many people have said about NU:Carnival, is that its a gay porn game, but with "an actually good story and good characters". However, if we look at it realistically in terms of what most players can afford, then it's more like a gacha turn-based RPG, with a few porn scenes locked away. With the exception of the 1st opening scene, in all the main storyline chapters, there is no sex, unless you pull for character cards. At most, we occasionally get characters talking about their sexual exploits and Chimes of Darkness event had an off-screen orgy. Naturally, this is still a gacha game and the H scenes will never be available for free. 

But in Gambler's paradise, a very taboo sexual crime (vore) is what kicks off the plot, characters are deliberately flirty for plot reasons, a magical cock ring is what solves the day, and so on. It's a very horny event, mixing porn with plot and that's what I think makes a good porn game. A porn game shouldn't be censored or fluffy- it should have horny first, and then to elevate it from being just a bad cliched average porn game, it could also have a good plot. 

The SSRs:

I personally think SSR Aster & Morvay battle stats kind of suck, so we'll just ignore that. Instead, their SSR designs are very good. I do really miss femboy twink Aster, but full form Aster is not bad and actually made me notice/appreciate twink Aster more. Morvay, however, is standout because he doesn't have illogical gravity-defying skintight clothes and has fatty pecs. All the big titty guys (including Morvay SR/R/N) in NU:Carnival have perky tight muscular pectorals. But SSR Morvay? His are borderline sagging! To everyone who complains that there is are no fat guys in Nuca- first up its a porn game so it'll never happen, but SSR Morvay is the closest we can get to so far. Nuca's other claim to fame is the clothing damage. I don't have every card so I'm not sure if any other cards have it, but I think Aster & Morvay might be the 1st SSRs with visible marks on their bodies (kisses, handprints, rope, etc). 

As for the rooms- I did look up kink stats for all rooms, and I gotta say- Aster & Morvay have THE most creative H scenes in the entire game so far. Nuca is actually kind of vanilla if we think about it, and they BROUGHT the kinky shit. Most other porn games have more far extreme (or stupidly ridiculous >_> ) stuff than these 2 rooms, so Nuca is finally starting to catch up. 

I would like to bring extra attention to Aster though. I've read a lot of BL manga, I've played a tiny number BL games, watched many more BL game Let's plays/livestreams, and have researched many titles/looked at many people's recommendations, so I think i know a decent number of titles. At this point in history, there are absolutely 0 transguys that have sex in BL (not including "magical MTF  genderswapping" that hentai/anime is known for). There's also 0 use of strapons in smutty BL. We've also still haven't seen Aster naked or directly using his junk into/with someone else. Yes there's mention of Aster's "rod" & something gushing/leaking behind Eiden's back in his SR room, but we don't see it, there's no "orgasm splashing sound" that Nuca's H scenes are known for, and Aster's VA is also not orgasm-moaning/screaming during it. 

Several other tumblrs have already speculated that Aster might be trans and reddit has speculated that Aster might be ace spectrum/sex repulsed.  So Aster might be the 1st male character in all of explicit East Asian BL to use a strapon, possibly trans, and possibly on the ace spectrum. Also also- Aster's a shapeshifter, he can probably make a dick appear & reappear at will! And transguys can also do packing! There is just so much evidence it can't be just coincidences. I think that's SO cool. 

The gameplay: Unfortunately, the battles were the same as any other NU:Carnival battle. Nothing novel about this.

The gore/horror/assault:

This is the point where MOST people will disagree and turn away, so trigger warnings for everything. And just cause I enjoy the horror, does not mean that everyone needs to. It's valid for someone feel uncomfortable/horrified by it, but also you should not yuck my yum. Like I mentioned, I'm not into gay porn to pretend I'm being banged by guys.

Anyways, NU:Carnival, is a mostly vanilla gay porn game, so there's only horror *sometimes*, and it's usually just fighting/killing, psychological manipulation, or Kuya. Well, Gambler's Paradise opens up with serial killing and vore. We also "see" onscreen sexual mutilation, onscreen sexual assault, murder, and Aster & Morvay technically cannibalize Leroy. (They're familiars, Leroy is a familiar, so cannibalism?) Depending on how you interpret Aster & Morvay's relationship, you could view Morvay's room 5 H scene to be Aster assaulting Morvay too. Note that all the violence and stuff is still limited by the mobile game animation format, so the animation isn't great, but the text and SFX communicates the horror well enough.

Now, there are actually a LOT of horror BL visual novels/games with sex and most of them are high quality horror compared to NU:Carnival. However, one thing NU:Carnival offers is it's signature self-awareness, genre-saviness, and the opportunity to do sexy comedy horror. And ofc, since it's a regularly updated online gacha game, that means it has the time to be relevant and to experiment and try out different genres, so if this event isn't for you, there is the main story and other events that could suit your taste. Gambler's Paradise takes what it's best at, takes the risks & opportunities its' genre can offer, and makes it unexpectedly fun. (Except the whole gacha/pulling/price shenanigans, and ).

[nonuggetshere]

Love how you draw clothes for WL and PK, it is so colorful compared to how other people draw their clothing(me included lol, but it's cause I don't know how to draw clothes.) Anyways how do you draw the clothing? Is it based on actual clothing, or is it simply inspired and you made it yourself? If so, then how?

The answer is get a shitload of references and work from there

Personally I base mine off of polish folk outfits, but for normal clothes I use pinterest to fish for interesting outfits

I never really draw them 1:1 though, mostly just take inspo and try to do my own thing

But having a lot of references is a good starting point

Also, I've heard having a good grasp on the character, what they like etc, can help pick what sort of outfits they'd wear (personally I despise this advice because idk how the fuck to do that, how a personality correlates to outfits and what to pick, and nobody ever goes deeper than that so it's useless to me, but maybe it'll help you idk)

[blaiddfailcam]

thoughts on millicent as a character? 🤲

I think she's awesome! I feel they could have fleshed out her ending a little more, but I feel like she embodies some crucial themes regarding fate and free will. Plus she's a badass swordfighter with a cool voice, lol. It's just a pity she never makes it all the way to meet Malenia. Their fight would have been legendary, haha.

Something I like to do is ponder how the characters' stories might have unfolded in the absence of the player character. Millicent is a particularly interesting character for this, so long as another might find her and grant her the needle. Given her route and progression, it's not implausible that she might have actually run into characters like Boggart or Diallos during their travels, or even more likely Latenna, since their roads would have realistically crossed as they ventured toward Castle Sol. (I know Latenna has her spirit thing going on, but it's entertaining to puzzle out who might have found her and carried her north in lieu of this mechanic.) I feel like they would have made for a badass duo—a paraplegic archer and a one-armed swordstress, both made only stronger through subtraction.

I love that she appears at Dominula, as if to test her new arm. I wonder why, though? Did she catch wind of something fishy happening in the village, that there was some monster parading in godskin? I can easily see her acting as a vigilante with a strong sense of justice, similarly to Nepheli. After all, she exhibits a strong moral inquisitiveness compared to her sisters.

Something else I appreciate about her is her subtle parallels to Melina. Both are amnesiac children of distant goddesses who reside in great trees, and both are determined to ascertain their purpose as they march to find their mothers. They even sport the same clothing, have similar names, and are each exceedingly nimble blademasters. In fact, the Kindred of Rot's Exultation offers a peculiar quote that resonates with the plight of the Tarnished:

"Rot for the scarlet goddess. O scarlet blossoms, flourish in distant lands, and return to us, the unwanted children."

I wonder, if Elden Ring wasn't so, well, violence-oriented, would Millicent have been welcomed to Elphael with open arms? It seems like Loretta might have simply let her pass through, since she's already in the Prayer Room after we fight our way into the haven, lol. If so, I wonder what she must have felt upon finally arriving, only to find the citadel corrupted by rot and madness the same as in Caelid? Her quest ends on such a beautifully melancholy note that leaves plenty of room for meditation. You just want to give her a hug, even as she warns you to stay well away as her body succumbs to rot. :'(

It'll be interesting to learn more about Miquella and his ambitions in the DLC if it might provide a little more context to Millicent's background and her relationship to Malenia...

[artemis32]

Fem!reader as dg sister?

Platonic Yandere DG I

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Hello

This contains spoilers for chapter 354 onwards

I'll put a spoiler warning in right before, so it'll be a separate section, and I'll put a warning for when it ends too, so you can skip that part if you're not caught up with the storyline yet.

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Lookism Masterlist

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DG is a bit of a strange brother.

On the one hand, he's protective and he seems a bit overbearing.

He definitely keeps you shielded from the media. In fact, they don't actually have any evidence of him having a sister. He doesn't want anyone knowing about you. Not because he's embarrassed, but to keep you safe.

A perfect example of why is the creepy stalker he had.

What would she have done, had she known about you? He doesn't want to know.

On the other hand, it almost seems like he hates you. To you at least. He critiques everything you do, everything you wear, everything you say. He keeps you at distance all the time, both physically and emotionally.

He does go out with you in public, and he barely bothers giving you any attention when you're talking to him.

So he has this weird spectrum of behaviour - at times he's super overbearing, controlling what you do and when you do it, and then he does a complete 180 and avoids you like the plague.

While it bothers you, you don't say anything. A part of you probably believes it's normal, seeing as you have nothing to compare his behaviour to. It's not like you have any other siblings.

It embarrasses you to hear people talk about how amazing he is. Of course, no one knows that he's your brother, and you don't ever mention it to anyone.

He's not a great brother, but he's good in the ways you'll never know or understand. He keeps you safe from threats you never knew existed.

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In terms of being an idol, his life is pretty hectic.

He makes sure to try and spend time with you at least once a week, even if it's just a few minutes. His schedule is usually packed so he thinks it means a lot for him to spend a bit of time with you when he can.

If you have hopes of becoming an idol, he subtly tries to steer you in a different direction - any other profession really. He knows how difficult it is and he doesn't want you to go through the same trials many other trainees go though.

He knows that you'll be able to do it if you really wanted to. You've got both the looks and the talent to get far in the industry.

Another reason he doesn't want you anywhere near the idol industry is because you becoming popular or recognised would mean that other people would see you - it would mean that you might try to leave.

You know many people, yes - but that doesn't mean you have a lot of friends. Quite the contrary, people tend to maintain surface level relationships with you only.

Not that he'd ever tell you, but he tends to scare people off when he notices them getting too comfortable in your company. He doesn't want you getting any bright ideas and trying to run off with one of your "friends".

Are they really your friends if they try to take you away from your older brother? Trying to separate you from the only family you have left doesn't seem like something a true friend would do.

****

You're a few years younger than him, so you're still in school.

For the most part, you're pretty isolated - he pays for private tutors so that you don't have to leave to go to school. Any after school activities you want to do can be done at home too.

And you can't argue with him about anything because he pays for everything - everything.

Your house, your clothes, your food, your tutor, all of your hobbies and interests.

He isn't the type to hold it over you, but he will bring it up as a last resort in an argument. It always upsets you because you know that he's right - as much as you hate it, as much as you'd love to leave and live independently, you can't, and he knows that too.

Forget about trying to get something as silly as a part-time job. Why would you need one when you have a brother that loves you enough to pay for everything you need?

Clearly he isolated you from people at every turn. You are allowed to leave, but only with his permission. And you do like to push that boundary a lot - constantly finding excuses to leave the house.

He'll admit, you've come up with some creative reasons to leave the house - he actually finds it quite amusing.

****

In terms of personality, the two of you are surprisingly similar. Maybe it was a result of the isolated environment you grew up in. Maybe you picked up on his personality and took it on as your own. Or maybe it was just a funny coincidence that the two of you were so similar.

Regardless, it results in the two of you clashing quite often.

You challenge every decision he makes on your behalf - likewise, he criticises every action you make. Your arguments are constant back and forth jibes, each one nastier than the last.

Of course, since you're so similar to him, you're just as smart as he is. You're truly brilliant, and planning is one of your strong suits, at least it is when you put your mind to it.

****

DG keeps you far away from many of the people he works with - Gun, Goo, Crystal Choi - all of them.

He doesn't want you involved with any of the gangs or the issues they've had. He may be adamant about you not becoming an idol, but that's nothing compared to his mindset regarding the gangs.

Obviously Gun and Goo know that he has a younger sister. Goo in particular is quite interested in meeting you, always pestering DG for details about you - which pisses him off to no end.

He brushes off any questions about you, but in his mind he wants to strangle Goo for being so curious.

There are a small handful of people who know about you outside of those that DG works with, but they're smart enough to keep that knowledge to themselves and never act on it.

They'd end up in a shallow grave if DG were to catch wind of any plans regarding you.

****Spoilers for chapter 354 below

Those who know that DG is James Lee also know about you - and they're too terrified to try anything.

You don't know much about your brother's personal affairs, and you don't really care. All you know is that he was named James Lee, and a few years ago he suddenly changed both his name and appearance within the span of a few weeks - he'd become a completely different person.

You keep your nose out of his business, intent on getting on with your own life.

The fact that you're so unbothered by his secrecy is a huge relief for him - he's always scared that you might start asking questions he doesn't want to answer.

When it's just the two of you, you still refer to him as James, but he's made it clear that you should call him DG if you're ever in public together.

****Spoilers finished

Overall, he's not a great brother, but he does care about you and your safety.

He doesn't mind spending ridiculous amounts of money on you, in fact he insists on it at times. His protective nature seems borderline possessive, which angers you to no end, but there's nothing you can do about it.

Whenever he has any free time, he tends to monopolise your time and attention. His behaviour confuses you at times - he cages you in, locks you up in the house, often alone. He insists that it's for your safety and that he care about you.

Then he'll come back ten minutes later and give you the silent treatment for hours, sometimes days.

You tend to antagonise him a bit, but you do appreciate him and everything he does. You're also aware that he's your only family, so you should treat him well, but at times you have trouble showing him your appreciation.

Not that he cares a lot - you'll stay with him whether you want to or not.

And if you ever find out about the darker side of his life...

Well it's not like anyone would point at him if you suddenly disappeared - not many people knew you were related after all.

He'd go on with life as usual, and he'd have the peace of mind knowing exactly where you were at all times - at home, locked up in your room, somewhere only he knew to find you.

[yanderes-galore]

Can I get a Platonic Yandere! Hank Anderson (D:BH) with Rookie! Gender-Neutral! Reader? They’re a interesting little shit with shitty puns, but he doesn’t rlly like the fact that they’re constantly getting reckless out there in the field. Besides, they’re probably one of very few who can keep Gavin in line.

Sure! I'd love to write for Hank :) I apologize if something is off, I tried to make him as in character as I could!

Yandere! Platonic! Hank Anderson with Rookie! Darling

(Reckless! Jokester! Darling)

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Hank is kinda like a father to you, Overprotective behavior, Mentioned violence/threats, Manipulation, Suicidal thoughts mention (Canon to Hank in the game), Swearing, Murder/Killing.

I have a feeling Hank is going to start off annoyed with you due to how you act.

Not only are you a rookie and new to how this whole police force thing works in the wild...

You also have a personality that's a bit hard to get used to upon your first meeting.

Hank is relatively serious and gruff, he doesn't tolerate people not doing their job too much (just means more work).

There's a good chance it'll take time for him to get used to you.

First there's the jokes you throw around at the station.

Hank feels they are a bit poor taste and annoying at first.

You try to make them around him and he tries his best to tolerate them.

He gets it, you're young and new, but get with the program.

Although, Hank prefers your humor compared to you being an emotionless drone.

In fact your humor may just grow on him the longer he knows you.

Hank will take time to fully accept you, just like how he was with Connor.

You'd also soon become one of the reasons he hasn't wanted to end it all over time.

Hank would take a fatherly role towards a rookie platonic obsession.

He's lost his son a long time ago and part of him wants to take care of you like the child he lost.

His attachment starts to grow when he sees you keep Gavin in line at times in the station.

When Gavin gets out of hand you jump at the chance to shut him down.

Hank respects that, he's an annoying prick at times.

Another way you can grow close is if you work under him.

After all, you need experience one way or another, right?

I can see Hank being very fatherly towards you over time regardless on how he meets his platonic obsession.

He doesn't notice it half the time, it just happens on his own.

He may find the fact you're a rookie annoying, but your humor sometimes even makes him laugh.

His biggest issue with you is your reckless behavior, however.

Not only is being a rookie reckless enough, somehow you're even more reckless than that?

It often requires Hank to keep an eye on you in case a suspect you're searching for is armed.

I can see Hank killing to keep his darling safe.

Since he is like a father to you he doesn't kill out of jealousy.

He fears he'll lose you like his son and kills if it means you're safe.

Hank sticks by you on chases and investigations.

If an android or human makes a move to harm you, Hank shoots them fast.

Blood could spill over his clothes and he doesn't care.

Hell, the suspect/threat could've been needed for an investigation, but he just cares that you weren't hurt.

Hank would scold you and your reckless behavior a lot at times.

It sounds mean-spirited yet it actually means he cares for you a lot.

It would take time although Hank could be affectionate.

As just a rookie he may be more casual, an arm around the shoulders or a pat on the back for example.

If he sees you more like the child he never had, you may even get a hug.

Hugs with Hank usually happen when his mental state... isn't in the best place.

You have to remember that Hank has a self destructive past.

He's used to drowning himself in alcohol and being rather pessimistic.

His fatherly role towards you (and Connor) keeps him going.

Hank isn't usually very affectionate unless he's vulnerable.

So when he's like that you can see him show some of his obsession.

Honestly your jokes go from relieving to comforting.

They're so uniquely you.

As with most platonic yanderes his most destructive trait is his overprotective behavior.

His trigger finger towards suspects around you costs you cases at times.

Hank isn't brutal with those he kills, it's not in his character.

He will make it quick and over with, maybe with a few more shots to be sure.

You may say it's overkill... but he's doing it to relieve his stress.

It actually feels a little good to do, too... all for you.

He isn't actually that bad though he can manipulate you due to his experience and rank.

Hank could easily control what you do due to the job.

I feel platonic yandere Hank would sort of "adopt" rookie darling in this situation.

You may not know it but he begins to see you more like his kid than just a rookie.

He can't imagine his life without you.

If anyone tried to take you away from him, two things could happen.

He snaps, hunts you down, and takes you back gun in hand.

... or he goes into a deep depression and things just get worse.

You become the person holding Hank together.

Even if you want to quit your job, Hank is around to look after you.

Even if you want to separate from Hank, you feel guilty due to his self destructive behavior

Hank has as much control over you as you do him (emotionally).

Hank's no longer just your superior...

He'll show you he can be much more for you, even if he has to bend some rules and paint some walls in blood to keep you both happy.

"Come on, Rookie. They were going to hurt you! I had to shoot them, it's what you do on the job. You have to make a move before they do...."

[notyouraryang0dd3ss]

swifties on twitter are beyond insufferable. i literally cannot stand them. as you may know both beyonce and ariana dropped an album this year. and both of them didn't get as much streams than taylor swift torturted table dance apartment the first day. and i was like? who cares about that. maybe they just enjoy the music and aren't so obsessed with charts and streaming. and if they do chart they are happy for them because they know it happened naturally. and even when beyonces cowboy carter dropped these swirats where in the comments being like ttptsd will outsell. like stfu. omg.

300mill streams the first day does not mean she has 300mill people who stream her shit. literally it could just mean she has alot of chart obsessed fans like she is, because taylor is projecting her persona onto her fanbase. i'm 80% certain that many of her fans don't even care if her music is good they just care that it charts. so they gonna create long ass playlists with her album to get those streams up. do it on multiple devices and accounts do it overnight et voilà highest day debut ever.

do they really think that anyone in the general public actually knows these songs? fornite is not a hit song. nobody cares about this song and it will be forgotten eventually. smooth criminal never went to no1 but is still a bigger hit. ( There were also different rules back then to get a song to chart.)

chart placement don't mean shit if the same fanbase just massstream your songs and the public has no idea what these songs are. if people outside the fanbase don't know these songs, it's not gonna stay and it'll won't have an impact and you can guarantee the longevity won't be there.

and honestly it does make sense why her fans are so chart obsessed. because taylor is like that herself. her fans feel themselves into taylor. so if Taylor wins an award it's not just that she wins that is that these losers have won one too. that's why they act to defensive about her because they project their loserness onto her. taylor swift is the y/n in a wattpad story if you may like.

the thing is also imagine if michael jackson moved like that in the 80's like taylor does now. he pulled away at his peak. but imagine if after thriller and the grammys he immediately starts annoucing an other album, did the thriller tour ( because he didn't even do that it was one with his brothers), did multiple versions of thriller etc.... shit would have been horrible for the others. and I don't mean that in a that other artists were terrible type of way. but he was the most popular and famous person back then. (or even now). so when swifties gonna compare these two. it's like. they compare a chart obsessed woman who constantly drops shit does multiple versions to a man who dropped an album maybe like every 4 years rarely gave any interviews and did 3 šolo tours in his lifetime. taylor wouldn't be that big if she was acting the same like he was. and thriller would be at 300milliion if he acted they way she does.

also beyonce. in 2010. Her career started in the 90's. she also started to pull away because she felt overexposed. and now she just enjoys making music.

i know you’re talking about taylor swift but this is such an amazing analysis on stan culture and their obsession with “charting” like i just want to give you your flowers for that. that was an incredible read

swifties obsession with charting is why they think taylor swift is an icon/legend/once in a generation artist. her economic prowess is unprecedented but it takes more than $$$ to become a cultural icon. rihanna is one of the most successful artists of all time but what truly cemented her icon status was her FENTY makeup + FENTY X SAVAGE clothing lines. swifties obsess over numbers (charts, awards, tour gross etc) because there is no ORGANIC mass cultural praise for her. there simply isn’t.

“taylor swift is their y/n in a wattpad story if you may like” perfect one liner to understand her mass popularity. i say this with full mal intent but every swiftie is an unremarkable painfully average human being who sees taylor and is reminded they could be massively successful for being painfully average too. i know that’s mean but if you’re an inoffensive as taylor markets herself to be then you’re just as unremarkable as well. doesn’t matter how much you yearn or identify with her music. seriously this blog is not a space for recovering ex swifties idgaf about you guys 😭

your MJ analysis is spot on but MJ is the most successful commercial artist dead or alive. if he did what taylor is doing he would be so untouchable commercially people would just exclude him from the top 10 lists of successful artists. what taylor is doing is exploiting + artificially boosting her wealth to secure that #1 spot. idgaf that the rereleases have songs “from the vault” she’s still releasing the same 13 song tracklist which is usually worse in both vocals and production.

also what people forget is that she still gets her royalties from the original album releases. she just gets higher/near 100% royalties from her rereleases because she completely owns them.

about Beyoncé and MJ: Swifties have this STRANGE TREND where they only compare Taylor to SUCCESSFUL BLACK ARTISTS. They NEVER compare her to Madonna. Swiftie antiblackness (because what else could you call this) is unmatched.

[ssahotstuff]

Lie To Me

An Aaron Hotchner x Reader series

Aaron Hotchner/Ozark crossover

THE END

Part 17 can be found here

Warnings: smut of all types, choking, edging, orgasm denial, implied squirting, a bit of Dom!Hotch--there's a bit of drama but the ending is a happy one.

Word Count: 11k

Moving in came easier than expected. Charlotte was staying behind, taking over the lease on the old house so she could have her own privacy, which meant you and Aaron would live alone for the first time in months. The day you moved in, you were both giddy like school children, waking up at the crack of dawn to start packing the last of your things.

Everything was situated at the house, you'd taken the weekend to make sure of it, organizing everything where you wanted it within reason, because there was still work left to do on the inside. The plumbing in the kitchen had to be finished, but now that it was complete, you were set to be able to live in your home.

"I'm so glad we've been able to get the majority of our stuff moved. It'll make for such an easy day," Aaron was wearing a gray t-shirt and jeans, something you always loved to see. He was already loading things into his SUV when you came outside with the last box, shutting the door behind you.

"This is everything," you told him, following him in your car to the house. It was a short drive, so Charlotte could come visit whenever she wanted, Jonah too. You were actually closer to Marty's house now that you'd moved. You were still in the woods by yourself, but Marty was one of your closest neighbors.

When you arrived, it felt surreal. You walked the property dozens of times in the past, but you never expected to own a home with the man you loved, perfecting and choosing every single detail with him. This time, it felt like you were coming home to stay, and your life could finally begin. It hadn't truly started until you fell in love with Aaron, and then things all came together and started to make sense. He'd been put on Earth just for you, and you were lucky to have found him when you did; otherwise, life would be really lonely without him.

"It's perfect!" Aaron exclaimed as you went inside to check everything out. Every single aspect of your new home had been personally crafted by the two of you, but even though someone else built it, it was your design, and you'd done everything together. You found him in the attic, your bedroom, which was gigantic compared to your old one. There were twin closets, since you both had a ton of clothes, one on either side of the door, all connected to the master bathroom. The entire top floor of your home was your bedroom, spacious and roomy as you looked around. Aaron was sprawled out on the new bed, waiting for you to come and join him.

"I love it," you told him, and he was quick to nod, opening his arms so he could gesture to the room.

"It's incredible. Even with the bed in here, we still have so much room," he pointed out, and he was right. It was more than spacious, and the two of you planned on filling the rooms with babies, as soon as you were ready to start trying. You were taking things slow, still on birth control for now, but you'd both made plans to try in a couple of months when things were slower, and you had more time to think about expanding your family. For now, you were content, and so was he. You'd both been willing to take the baby, but when things ended up not working out, you had made the decision to just try for your own baby further down the road. Aaron was happy with the way your life was progressing, and even now as you looked at him, eyes closed and resting on the pillow behind him, you weren't sure how things could get any better. Life seemed to be panning out for the two of you; you were eager to see what was in store for you both.

"So, I've been thinking," his eyes were still closed; he didn't bother looking at you, but he knew you were listening.

"About?"

He sighed happily, finally turning to meet your gaze. His hand cupped your face as he rolled onto his side so he could look at you.

"Marrying you. I know you still need a dress, but what if we went today? We could go to the court house, no one would know until we told them," he was profiling you, something you begged him not to do, but he did it anyway. It came too naturally, judging your every move and trying to figure out what it meant.

"Well, I don't have any plans," you told him, making him smile wide as he sat up, pulling you along with him. You were going as you were, in your jeans and a t-shirt, but Aaron didn't care--all that mattered to him is that you were a Hotchner by the end of the day.

An hour later, you were his wife.

It was simple; you'd signed papers in front of an officiant, and he pronounced you husband and wife after he made sure your paperwork looked good. You'd given him the ring you'd gotten for him the last time you went shopping, since he needed one too, the gold band on his finger radiating heat throughout your entire body. He was officially your husband, and you'd do everything together--even more so than before. Once you got back to the car, he leaned across the console and kissed you hard, his fingertips holding your chin in place.

"My gorgeous wife--I've been waiting forever to be able to call you that," he mumbled against your lips, momentarily forgetting where you were so he could kiss you feverishly, his hand moving to the back of your neck as he deepened the kiss, making you moan into his mouth. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, massaging his against yours as he moved closer, lifting the console so there was nothing separating you now, and he could wrap his arms around you.

"Want to take me home?" You said a bit breathlessly, peering into his gorgeous brown eyes, the same eyes you'd gaze adoringly into for the rest of your life.

"Not yet. Call Jonah, see if he and Marty want to meet us at the Blue Cat. Charlotte's working; we'll tell them," he couldn't wipe the smile from his face as he started the car. You knew it wouldn't be long until he was ready to spill the news, unable to wait any longer. Marty and Jonah agreed to meet you, so you slid inside a booth and waited on them, Charlotte instantly spying the ring on Aaron's hand.

"That's new," she nodded to his hand, and he held it up for her to see before she made the connection, her eyes narrowing at the two of you.

"You just couldn't wait, could you?" She questioned with a laugh, and he shook his head, taking your hand from across the table.

"I had to make sure I had her forever. I couldn't risk waiting," he teased, shooting you a wink from across the table. Marty and Jonah came in, and Marty took a seat next to Aaron, Jonah sitting beside you.

"I already know what I want," Jonah said, putting his menu down. You knew he and Aaron would get the same exact thing, down to the drink.

"I brought some papers for you guys to sign before we leave," Marty said, eyeing you suspiciously because you couldn't stop smiling no matter how hard you tried.

"What's going on? She's awfully happy," Marty commented, looking between the two of you. Jonah was the first to notice Aaron's ring, pointing it out for everyone to see.

"When did you start wearing a ring?"

The table went quiet for a moment as Marty put the pieces together, the corners of his mouth slowly turning upwards in a smile.

"When?"

Aaron told him, and they couldn't have been happier. Charlotte finished up and Kay came in, so Charlotte joined you at the table, pulling up a chair so she could ask questions.

"Can we have a party, Dad? We've got to celebrate," she said in her best, most convincing voice, and that was enough to get Kay's attention. She came around using the ruse of refills, but you knew she had other intentions just by the look on her face.

"What are y'all celebrating?" She asked sweetly, and even though you didn't like her, you had to admit she was quite pretty. She had long, golden hair and a perfect body, something like a model. She was young, barely through her first year of college, and the amount of attention she paid Aaron was enough to make you blind with rage.

"They got married!" Charlotte said excitedly, and you felt yourself beaming, you wondered if they could see it too.

"You pregnant or something?" She blurted, and even though you were a bit shocked, you shook your head, narrowing your eyes at her.

"Not pregnant. Just married," you said sweetly, flashing her a smile that could kill. Marty and Aaron went to the office to do paperwork so they could get it out of the way, leaving you to deal with Kay. You could feel your clenched jaw, the frustration in your brows.

"I'm sorry, that's so great for y'all. Just--where I'm from, you don't get married that quick unless you're knocked up," she explained, but you assured her this was different.

"I just know he's the one. I don't know how to explain it."

Kay excused herself, disappearing to the kitchen, and you had assumed she went to get your food. You talked to Charlotte; she was going to come see the house really quick after work, but she wanted to let you start on your honeymoon, so she was going to wait for another day. She offered to work for you the following day so you could be with Aaron, and you agreed to let her--as long as she'd let you get her back for it. You did that often, if you could tell the other was getting burnt out. It was part of the reason you were such good friends; you worked well together and didn't mind helping one another out.

Jonah told you that he and his dad had been spending a lot of time together. Wendy was really busy lately but Marty was always around, and they'd been fishing, boating, spending the summer the way a teenage boy should. You were happy they were finally getting the ending they deserved, and when Marty came back to the table, you gave him a look, just to let him know you were proud of him. He returned it; you had that type of bond, no words were needed.

Aaron

The last way I expected my wedding day to be spent was in Y/n's office with Kay on her knees in front of me, offering to blow me.

"I can't help it--I just love married men," she spat, her words like venom. I was furious--the disrespect had gone too far and I'd had enough of it. Y/n would be furious--I half hoped she'd walk in and stop Kay herself so I didn't have to, but she was nowhere to be found. She was probably seated at the table, oblivious to her worker being vile; I'd always known she'd try something like this, but I thought once we were married, Kay would get the hint. It only made her want me more--I couldn't find anything attractive about the woman that so desperately wanted my attention. She wasn't my wife; and there wasn't a woman alive that could excite me the way she did, not even Kay.

"You need to get up off the floor and finish your shift so my wife doesn't have to,"I said firmly, backing away from her, trying to maneuver a way to the door so I could make my escape.

"I'm--I'm so sorry. I really thought you were just playing hard to get...I can't lose my job, please--" she stood up, tears in her eyes as she stood in front of me, blocking my exit.

"She won't fire you. She's just going to make your life miserable."

I told Kay to get her shit together and go do her job and returned to the table, trying to keep a level head. I couldn't say anything in front of the kids, and as long as Kay acted normal, I'd be able to get Y/n home before I said anything, avoiding the meltdown that would surely come for at least a little while.

Our food was at the table so I sat down, taking her hand briefly, long enough to brush her knuckles, shooting her what felt like a smile across the table.

She knew something was wrong.

It was something I'd noticed early on. We called them tics, but as soon as she sensed something was off, she'd sit up a little straighter, and roll her neck. I watched her do this and pick at her food, barely touching her meal. Kay didn't seem suspicious at all, checking on us a couple of times, avoiding my eyes at all costs.

"So, a party. This weekend," Marty said, looking to me to make sure I was okay with the idea.

"It gives you an excuse to buy a new dress," I pointed out, but she was already nodding, thrilled with the idea. I was just ready to leave--I wanted to get the fiasco over with so I could enjoy the time with my wife that I'd been wanting since we started building our home. Once Marty and Jonah left, we said our goodbyes too, climbing in the car. She didn't even let the door close before she was asking me what was going on, so I told her to buckle up and I pulled out of the parking lot.

"Kay cornered me in your office. She--it doesn't matter what she wanted, only that she wanted to hurt you, and I had to wait until we were gone to tell you so you didn't say something," I said quickly, and just as I suspected, she demanded I turn the car around.

"I'll work myself, Aaron. Just turn the damn car around," she begged, but I shook my head.

"We just got married. Besides, you can't fire her. You and Charlotte are already stretched thin, baby. I told her you'd make her life miserable if she stayed. Those were my exact words."

"More than that. I will make her life a living hell. I can't believe her, on today, of all days," she was fighting the urge to cry, but we were pulling into the driveway already. As soon as we parked, I lifted the console and slid over, not bothering to wait until we were inside.

"I wanted to tell you, but I didn't want to ruin our today. This is about us, celebrating our relationship and that we've finally got a home of our own. I know you're upset and you have every right to be, but no one in the world compares to you, baby. You'll never have to worry about me looking at anyone else the way I always want to look at you," she smiled softly, leaning up to kiss me, her hands in my hair. She let out a sweet little whimper that had me dying to get her inside and undressed as quickly as I could.

"Take me inside, Aaron. I don't want to think about anything but you," we separated long enough for me to walk around to her side of the car, scooping her up bridal style to carry her into the house. She took my keys and unlocked the door, letting me carry her up the stairs and to our room, until I had her on the bed.

"I'm so glad we're married now; I'm going to love you forever, baby," she looked up at me, beckoning me to come get on the bed with her. I sat in front of her, letting her climb into my lap, her hands finding their way into my hair.

"You promise? I don't ever want to lose you," I could hear the love in her precious voice, giving me more than enough reasons to stay--I'd never been so happy in my life.

"You're everything I could ever want. I knew it the moment I met you, you know. You smiled at me and you had me then," she'd captured my heart that very first day, and the feeling had never gone away, it grew stronger, my need for her, every single day.

✨✨✨

"I thought about you so much, I couldn't wait to see you again," he hovered over you, his fingertips swiftly undoing the button and zipper of your pants so he could pull them off of you. He kept your panties on for now, lifting your shirt over your head before he leaned back to admire you, his bottom lip between his teeth.

"You're the sun in my sky, baby. I couldn't do anything without you," he said as he left a trail of kisses from your collar bone to your neck, sucking gently at your skin before lightly sinking his teeth into you. You let out a soft hiss, prompting him to do it again, with a little more pressure this time. The sensation was new and welcome, making every hair on your body stand up.

"You and me forever, right?" He nodded back at you, meeting your mouth urgently, tongue making its way into your mouth as quickly as you could blink. There was something different about him now though; he seemed even more determined than usual, on a mission to make you the happiest woman alive. His hands were behind your back, unclasping your bra so he could take your breasts in his hands, swirling his tongue around each nipple until he was pleased with himself and he was leaning you against the new headboard, putting pillows behind your back.

"Get comfy, you're not moving for a while," his voice had dropped to a dangerously low octave, sending shivers down your spine as he parted you open at your thighs, hastily shedding his own clothes as he looked at you.

"You're so sexy," you had the hottest husband in the world-- from his towering frame to his uncanny ability to make you feel like you were at the top of the world, you loved everything about him, and you were proud to finally carry his last name.

"Not as sexy as you, Mrs. Hotchner," he purred, lowering himself between your legs, his lashes dark and dramatic against his skin.

"I'll never get tired of hearing that," he finally tugged your panties down your legs, tossing them behind him as he got comfortable on his stomach, draping your leg over his shoulder so he could open you up completely. You were a mess, having anticipated the moment where you were finally making love as husband and wife, and the sheer joy you felt was almost overwhelming.

His thumbs pressed into your thighs as he kissed them, letting his tongue glide over your hips bones, looking up at you one last time before his tongue met your center, latching onto your clit; the heat of his mouth alone had you writhing, panting for breath as his fingers parted your swollen folds so he could focus all of his attention on your sweet bundle of nerves. It was almost as if he'd perfected the way he touched you, tailored to satisfy your every need with a fluid swipe of his tongue or pressure from his long, thick fingers. He slipped one digit inside of you, slow and precise against your g-spot, his lips sucking furiously at your throbbing clit.

"I love you so much," he breathed, peering up at you long enough to make sure you'd heard him, and then his focus was back on your center, his tongue delving between your folds, causing your legs to shake uncontrollably as you came.

"I love you more," you squeaked, stunned momentarily as you came down from your high. He chuckled lowly as he brought you over the edge again, his mouth and fingers never ceasing to bring you more than you'd ever bargained for--something about you sent the man into a frenzy, and he couldn't be stopped. You watched the minutes turn into an hour spent between your legs, never tiring, aching to give you all that he could.

"Aaron, I need you, baby. Will you please come here?" You hated to stop him but you were longing for more of him. He brought himself upright before trapping your body with his, his cock pulsing wildly against your thigh as he started to line up with you.

"Gonna stay just like this so I can look at you, gorgeous girl; you drive me absolutely wild," he pushed into you slowly, letting you stretch out around him before he began to move. It was the perfect angle to keep eye contact with him, making the experience much more personal. You could kiss him, and you did, peppering his face lovingly as he tried to control his hips.

"I'm obsessed with you," you felt a little silly admitting it, but it was true. You'd never been so enthralled by another human, wanting to know each and everything you could about him. You were convinced that you were tied by the soul, bonded forever in more than just matrimony--but as something much bigger and greater than either of you could put a label on.

"I hope you always feel that way. Having your love makes my life feel complete," he kissed your cheek, his arms on either side of your body, your hands in search of his. You held him tight, letting your orgasm rattle through you as you shook beneath him, his lips on your ear murmuring sweet words of praise as you came undone.

"So beautiful, baby. You're unlike anyone I've ever seen before. I'll always want you, no matter what," it was endearing and intimate, the soft exchange of vows to one another--that's what you considered it, since you hadn't said any at the court house. Now it was nothing but little truths whispered back and forth, and everything about it was perfect.

"Always, Aaron. You're my best friend; I'm so glad you stuck it out with me. I promise life together is going to be so good," you could feel it with every fiber of your being--you two were destined for great things, starting with making a name of yourself in the Ozarks. You two were on your way to becoming serious entrepreneurs, with plans to buy a second riverboat and turn it into a hotel for guests. Marty had found a killer deal on the boat and it was in great condition, just as big as the Missouri Belle, with 30 giant rooms and a massive kitchen. Aaron had been signing the paperwork to start construction on everything at lunch, so plans were officially underway.

"Baby, I mean it when I say I would do anything for you, anything to make you happy. All you have to do is say the word and it's yours."

You kissed him hard, feeling the sudden release of his own orgasm is he sighed heavily.

"Just love me forever, that's all I need."

✨✨✨

You were scheduled to work with Kay until 5, knowing it would be hard to keep your mouth shut. Aaron promised to stop by at some point during the day so you had something to look forward to, but other than that, you'd been dreading it since Monday. It was Friday, and the last time you'd have to see her for the week, thankfully; you had to get through 6 and a half hours of torture first.

She came in the front door, her head down so she didn't attract too much attention. You decided not to say anything yet, but she approached the bar, looking to you with her big blue eyes.

"I'm real sorry. I know you could've fired me and I'm glad you didn't," she said softly, and you gave her a nod and turned around to finish what you were doing, offering her nothing further. She was on your bad side and would be forever--you'd always worry about if she was out for your man or not, but hopefully she'd learned her lesson this time.

The day went smooth, and Aaron came by as promised, kissing you over the bar as he took a seat. Kay didn't even glance in his direction, which was a pleasant change from her usual staring.

"So, I might've bought you a dress for tomorrow," he said carefully, and you were immediately intrigued, wondering what he bought; he must've really wanted to see you in it if he went out of his way to buy it.

"You didn't have to do that," you told him, putting in an order for his burger and grabbing him a beer.

"But I couldn't help myself. It's going to look so good on you; I saw it and knew you needed it."

He stayed until time for you to go, following you home so he could show you what he'd gotten for you. It was certainly your taste, silver and short, shimmery in the light. The neckline was low cut and there was a slit at the hip, giving Aaron the perfect view of your legs. He made you try it on, sitting on the bed while you adjusted it to your body, taking a look in the mirror. It was flattering, showcasing your curves and accentuating all of your features well; he'd done a good job.

"Fuck, baby. Turn around for me," you did a spin for him, his hand in yours, twirling you around the bedroom floor. His hands fell to your hips, pulling you closer to him as his eyes raked over you.

"You have such good taste," you complimented, kissing him quickly while his hands roamed your body, sneaking under your dress to grab your ass.

"Selfishly, I just wanted to see you wearing it. I bought a gray shirt today that'll match it perfectly; I know you have silver shoes," you were already going to rummage through the closet for them, laying them  out so they'd be ready for later. You weren't supposed to be at the casino until 8, so you had a little time to spare.

"Did you get the paint swatches for the rooms on the boat? We have to make a decision this weekend so the painters can start Monday," you reminded him, the hotel taking up most of Aaron's time when he wasn't at the casino. He loved being in charge, overseeing the executive decisions of the way things were progressing. He was good at handling it, learning quickly and adapting even faster.

"They're in your office, we'll pick one tonight while we're at the casino," Aaron had given you your own office on the riverboat even though you wanted to share his. He'd surprised you with it, and it was perfect, with a big oak desk and your loveseat from the old house on the far wall.

"You make my life so much easier," you hugged him, letting him kiss your neck until he found your mouth, his grip on your waist tight and possessive.

"I'll always be here to help," he assured you, letting you go to the bathroom so you could get ready. He'd wait until you were finished since it took him less time, so you did your hair and makeup and when you finally emerged, you were grabbed as soon as the door opened.

"We'll never get out of the house with you looking like that," he was already trying to unzip your dress, but you stopped him with a kiss.

"We can't miss our own party. You can take it off later," you promised, and with one last kiss he was off to get ready. It took every bit of your strength not to unbutton his shirt and ravage him when he came out of the bathroom, your eyes lingering on his broad chest, and long arms.

"You look so good, Aaron. Come here," you kissed him, your arms snaking around his neck to pull him closer. Your backside hit the bed and that was all it took for him to undo his belt and let his pants fall to the floor, turning you around so you could bend over the bed.

"You and I both know we can't wait until later," he hissed, pulling your underwear down in one swift motion, spreading your legs slightly so he could tease your already slick folds.

"We can't be late," you chided, looking over your shoulder, back at him as he slid into you, groaning from above.

"We won't be, baby. I promise. We still have half an hour," he began to slam into you, making you grip the comforter tight as his hips met yours. It wasn't long until you were hurdling over the edge, your eyes shut tight.

"That's it, baby. One more and we can go, okay? Be a good girl and come for me," you loved it every time he said it, making you a silly mess for him. It spread warmth throughout your entire body, giving you a wholesome sense of satisfaction that you'd not expected from something so simple.

"Fuck, Aaron, don't stop, please," he loved to hear you beg, making a light humming sound from above you to let you know there was no way he'd be stopping--he knew you were close and denying you of pleasure was something he'd never be able to do; he was too eager to make you happy, the thought of you unable to come when he was perfectly capable of making you didn't register with him.

You saw stars, arching your back as he came too, filling you up in the most delicious way. He cleaned you off before pulling up your panties and tugging you upright, offering you his arm.

"We didn't even mess up your hair."

✨✨✨

Aaron

Watching her have the time of her life with her closest friends was something I always enjoyed to see. It wasn't often she slowed down enough to see them regularly, but when we all got together, she was filled with glee, happy to have her favorite people in one place.

She stood talking to Charlotte and Jonah, who she missed terribly even if she was happy they had their lives back. She talked about them often and she and Charlotte still made time to hang out together, but we missed having them around.

Living with her was everything I hoped it would be.

She was the perfect wife, the most supportive and kind partner. I knew everyday when I woke up that if the entire world was against me, she was on my side, and I loved her more for it everyday.

I'd just wrapped my arms around her waist when Marty took a microphone, the crowd going quiet as he stood near the podium.

"We're here today because two of the most deserving people in the world are married now," everyone knew there was going to be a party, but no one knew why. They came to celebrate regardless, even Ruth and Frank Jr. were here.

"Y/n, Hotch, I want to wish you both all the joy and happiness in the world. I think I speak for everyone when I say, we all saw this coming. You two are simply meant to be together, and I couldn't imagine either of you with anyone else. Let's toast to the happy couple, and wish them many more years of love and laughter along the way. We love you guys," I clinked glasses with my bride and anyone else around, smiling like a fool the whole time.

Marty had surprised me.

As much as I'd hated him--more than that. I loathed Marty Byrde, but now that he was on my side, he wasn't so bad. He might not have been so bad to begin with if he hadn't gotten caught up with the cartel, but that didn't matter now. He was a good guy now--one of us.

Marty and the kids had become like family. We didn't see much of Wendy, she didn't even show up tonight, however she'd texted Y/n to congratulate her on getting married. She was busy with the Foundation, keeping things legal, and keeping her kids safe from any more heartache.

Marty was quickly rushing to my side, pulling me into his old office where it was quiet.

"You really shocked me," he said, pouring us both a drink from the bottle he kept behind his desk.

"In what way?"

He handed me my glass, nodding to the hand I held it with.

"I wasn't sure you were going to be good for her. I was afraid you were going to hurt one of the last genuine people left. She's different, Hotch. She deserves a good life and I have no doubt now that you can give it to her."

He clinked his glass with mine before patting me on the back, a typical Marty gesture. He was awkward when it came to being sentimental, but he was trying his best now.

"You don't have to worry. I'll always make sure she's taken care of," I promised him, and he nodded before we joined the others. She found me instantly, her arms around my waist from behind.

"Where'd you go?"

I kissed her forehead and told her I was talking to Marty, and she nodded, leading me to the bar so she could get another drink. She got clingy after one too many, but I didn't mind at all. She was always cuddly, but when she was drinking, she'd get affectionate in front of everyone, no matter who was around. She always wanted to kiss me, put her hands on me; it was cute, and I loved every second of it.

"C'mere," she beckoned, pulling me to meet her lips; she tasted sweet, like something fruity and delicious. I could practically see the mischievous gleam in her eyes as she leaned closer, so only I could hear her.

"Wasn't there something we were supposed to do in my office?" She was already sneaking off around the corner, willing me to follow her. I did so blindly, not caring about who noticed our absence; she needed me and I'd never say no to her, ever.

I locked the door behind me, making my way to the desk where she stood waiting. Our mouths collided harshly, but I needed so desperately to taste her, swirling my tongue around in her mouth while my hands groped her body. Her tiny hands worked on my belt and button, shoving my pasts past my knees.

"Impatient girl, going to fuck you over the desk and then take you home and fuck you in the bed," her night was far from over, and she was off work the following day, so I'd be keeping her up as late as I could; the way I was feeling, I'd fuck her until the sun came up.

"Is that a promise?" She bent over, her panties around her ankles, letting me pull her dress up past her hips.

"It's a guarantee, baby. You know I'm yours whenever you need me," I could hear the commotion of the party continuing without us--they didn't need us to have a good time.

"Please, Aaron. I can't wait any longer, baby," the neediness in her voice had me sliding into her with haste, gripping her hips to keep myself steady--with her heels she was at the perfect height to bend over and let me fuck her from behind.

"Is this what you wanted, sweetheart? Me filling you up?" She nodded, spreading her legs a little, her ass in the air for me. Her hands were folded under her cheek, a pleased smile on her face as I started to move my hips.

"I needed you so bad, it's all I've been thinking about since you disappeared with Marty," she sighed, content as I fucked her, careful not to tear her dress.

"I'm here now, baby. Let me take care of you."

In no time she was letting go, giving her orgasm over to me as her legs shook. She looked back at me, the smile on her face clear as day; it never got old, being the one to make her happy. I hoped she'd always let me be the one to make her smile; everything was a little happier with her around though, there was no reason to frown.

"You always know what I need, baby. I love you so much," she whimpered, letting me press my fingertips into her skin harshly enough to leave bruises. She didn't care, she let me slam into her until we were moving the desk--she managed to stay put through it all, moaning my name, her eyes half closed.

"I love you, sweetheart. Can I take you home soon? You're wearing too much," I knew the dress would look perfect on her when I spied it on the hanger. It left little to the imagination, and she wore it with such confidence that she had me pining for her all night long, adjusting my slacks every few minutes, trying not to focus too long on the curve of her ass or the swell of her breasts. It was a nearly impossible task, which is why I'd wanted to steal her away sooner. I'd never expected her to be the one to pull me aside--sometimes she just knew when I needed her, even if I couldn't tell her.

With a final thrust I poured into her, deep and hard enough to make my legs shake beneath me. We got dressed quickly, and I agreed to go out before her and go to the bar and she'd follow me. I had no sooner made it to a barstool when Marty came to stand next to me, grinning wide.

"You're acting like it's your honeymoon or something, Hotchner," he whispered, shooting me a wink before walking away. We'd been caught--which only made it that much better. She was at my side in an instant, wrapping her arms around me, kissing my cheek.

"I'm ready to go," she whispered, going to tell Marty and the kids bye before I could stop her. I waved them goodbye, letting her join me by the door, ready to get her home so we could make a mess of our new bed.

She was especially handsy in the car, palming me through my slacks, making me force myself to keep my eyes on the road. Once we hit the driveway, she was unbuckling her seatbelt to come suck at my neck, her hand still on my lap, my dick already hard and needy for her. I'd no sooner parked the car when she straddled my lap, making me hit the lever so the seat would go back and there was room for both of us.

"You look so good, baby," she mumbled against my skin, the heat rising to my cheeks; I could always feel how much she loved me in her words, her actions, the way she carried herself. She gave me every piece of her, giving me so much more of her to appreciate.

"I've got to get you inside, sweetheart. I need to see this dress on the floor in the next 60 seconds or I may just lose my mind," her dress rode up her hips as I carried her to the door, her legs around my middle and my hand under her to keep her in place. I got the door unlocked and sat her down, promptly unzipping her dress so she could step out of it.

"Now we'll never make it upstairs," she chided, biting her lip as she looked up at me, hands behind her back so she could take off her bra.

"You're right, we're going to the couch," I was thankful for the lounger end of the sectional, so I could lay her down, bringing her panties down her thighs as I parted her legs. Taking my time was difficult in situations like this, when I just wanted to dive headfirst into her, but making her wait was more fun. I loved to watch her wiggle around until she couldn't take anymore. Right now, it was taking everything in me to resist the urge, occupying my mouth with her thighs instead, kissing them and massaging them with my hands until she was whimpering for me to stop teasing.

"Aaron--please baby, don't make me beg," she choked, sitting up on her elbows so she could watch me. I finally gave in, although it didn't take much. She smelled so sweet and I knew she'd taste even better, so I let my tongue slip through her folds, watching as she went flat against the couch; her hands fell to my hair and she went rigid. There was no greater feeling than to be the one able to be in control of her body, finding new ways to touch her and make her lose control. The trust was an overpowering sensation, giving us both a sense of comfort and familiarity that I'd never known with another lover.

She knew about my relationship with Haley, and how my job caused it to crumble. She loved me just the same, and she definitely didn't hold it against me. She never let my job come between us when she could have, and I'd always be grateful that she was able to tough it out for me, for us and our relationship. It was no secret that being in the FBI was incredibly challenging and my job made a relationship nearly impossible before, but she sealed the deal on my official retirement when I realized how badly I needed to settle down and experience something new. She was the perfect person to start fresh with, to create a new life together so we could enjoy it to the best of our ability.

"Feels perfect, Aaron," she could barely choke out the words, they were strangled syllables as her head melted into the cushions and she gave herself over to me, letting her orgasm take over her body. I held her close, keeping her legs pinned to the couch with my arms so she couldn't move far and I didn't have to stop--as long as she'd let me, I'd stay between her legs, content and as happy as ever.

"Let's forget the bed and stay here all night," I mumbled, so focused on pleasing her that I didn't want to move if I didn't have to; I was perfectly happy hanging halfway off the couch as I laid between her thighs.

"Anything you want," she shot back, willing to do anything I said--she had no clue how much power she held with me sexually; I'd do things for her I'd never even mentioned to my ex wife. She was always happy to let me experiment with her, trying new things that we could both benefit from.

"Anything? You don't know what you're saying, sweet girl," I tried to warn her that we were about to enter uncharted territory and there was no way to go back once we'd started, but she seemed to want to go full speed ahead with me, and the thought excited me to no end.

"I mean it, Aaron. I'd do anything--if it makes you happy, I'd do it," she breathed, gazing down at me as I rested my head on her pillowy soft thigh. I was in the mood to have some fun with her, make her work harder than she ever had for her orgasm, that way it was more powerful. I grabbed her hand and brought it to her sex, sitting up slightly on the end of the lounger so I could watch.

"Touch yourself for me, but don't even think about coming," I freed myself from my boxers so I could stroke myself to the sight of her touching herself, her fingers slick with arousal as she spread herself open for me and teased her clit with a single digit.

"So sexy, baby. I love watching you," her brows were knitted tightly together as she concentrated on me, watching the flick of my wrist, occasionally scanning my face to make sure I was watching. I'd never miss a second of the show, already dangerously close and she hadn't even came yet. I slowed down drastically so I could control myself, trying to focus on the slick sound of her fingers, trained on her bundle of nerves.

"It feels too good, I can't--" I watched her eyes begin to flutter shut, on the brink of her orgasm but she refused to let it come, even though I could tell she was struggling.

"Not yet. I won't touch you for the rest of the night if you cum right now," I told her, watching her eyebrows raise in curiosity as she looked back at me. I was waiting to make sure she was okay with what I was doing, and from the smile on her face, she was.

"Been wondering when you were going to show me how bossy you could be," she teased, her bottom lip between her teeth, a sly grin forming on her face as she slowed down to match my pace, reaching for my free hand so she could lace her fingers with mine.

"I'll show you right now if that's what you want, baby," just like her, I'd do anything to make her happy, especially if it meant getting to be in charge at the same time.

"Please," her voice was strained, hoarse, as if there was nothing she wanted more.

✨✨✨

When he opted to carry you to the bedroom and toss you on the bed, you were wondering what could possibly be in store for you. Aroused didn't begin to describe how you were feeling--you were aching with desire, your thighs soaked as you looked up at him, so broad and lean, solid and so sexy you could hardly stand it.

"Come here," his tone was different--low and erotic but rough and demanding at the same time, exciting you to the core.

"Yes sir," you chided, a small gasp leaving your lips when he tilted your chin to look at him.

"What was that, baby?" From the upturned corners of his lips, he'd liked what he heard, and he couldn't wait for you to say it again. You sat on your knees in front of him on the bed; he was still standing, your face in his hand.

"Yes sir," you repeated, a bit more sultry this time, making his eyes close for a second, a low grown emitting from his throat.

"I love that," he confirmed, his dick in his free hand, stroking lightly as he looked at you.

"You gonna let me show you how much fun we can have together?" You teased, eyes on his member, hands folded neatly in your lap.

"As long as you promise to tell me if it's too much. You will, right? I want you to enjoy yourself baby," he was always so considerate, making sure you were comfortable and equally as eager as he was. The anticipation was driving you wild--you couldn't wait to see a new side of him, and maybe show him a thing or two in the process.

"I promise, Aaron. Don't hold back, you aren't going to scare me," you assured him, and he nodded, his eyes dark and mysterious as his grip on your cheeks made your face form a slight pout, his eyes lighting up at the sight. His entire demeanor was rapidly shifting; he stood up a bit straighter, his shoulders back as he guided your face towards his cock.

"Let's put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use," he growled, your mouth opening wide so he could slip his member past your teeth, your lips closing around him. His hand fell to the top of your head, rooting in your hair as his mouth fell open. You took things a step further, pressing further until he was in your throat, tears welling in your eyes as his hips took over for your mouth, holding your face still as he rocked back and forth, slipping into your warm, wet mouth with ease.

"Going to fuck your throat, sweetheart. Be a good girl and stay still," his hips began to move a bit faster, your hands on the foot board of the bed to keep yourself upright as he used your mouth, his hand tugging at your hair. You let out a whimper that had him peeking down to check on you, but once he saw the smile on your face, he didn't dare stop. You were enjoying every second of how rough he could get, and you hoped there was more in store.

You brought your hand to your dripping core, desperate to relieve some of the pressure that had been building when Aaron stopped you, grabbing your arm and bringing your hand back to the bed.

"Patience, baby. I promise the wait will be worth it," he said as he gave your head a gentle pat before slipping into your throat entirely as you tagged around him. It was almost instantaneous, his release into the back of your throat as he moaned loudly, making you shiver all over.

"So sexy," you cooed up at him as he regained his senses and caught his breath.

"Lay down," he commanded breathlessly, coming to sit between your legs, his own legs crossed his as he let his eyes fall to your center.

"You did so good, baby. Can you handle more?" His eyebrow raised, he looked to you for the green light and you nodded as his hand fell to your core, his thumb pressed gently to your clit.

"Yes sir, I can take it," you told him, earning a cheeky grin in response as his cock started to get hard again, twitching against his thigh.

"I knew you could, sweet girl. You're doing so good," he administered a slight bit of pressure, making your eyes shut tight, the sensation already beginning to form between your legs, which were shaky and unreliable. Right before you felt yourself go over the brink, he withdrew his hand, leaving you a writhing mess on the bed.

"Aaron!" You couldn't help the shocked tone of your voice, but the mischievous way he was looking at you told you that if you could just be patient, he was going to make everything worth it in the end.

"Can't make it too easy for you, baby. What's the fun in that?" You propped up on your elbows so you could watch him tease your slick folds with his long, thick fingers, your slick coating his digits as he played with you. He had no intentions of making you cum yet--he was going to see how much you could take before that.

"Your fingers feel so good," him making you wait until he allowed you to orgasm had your head spiraling; he'd never denied you before but you couldn't complain, not when it was so fucking hot to see this new side of him.

"You're soaked, sweetheart. I can only imagine how badly you want to cum," he was in heaven, loving every second of this new game you were playing.

"I'm so close," you squeaked, his fingers falling from your core to your thigh, giving you a moment to gather your thoughts before he continued. You let a string of profanity fall from your lips, making him lick his before lowering himself between your thighs.

"Does my sweet girl need my tongue? Tell me baby, how desperate are you?" He licked a stripe up your center that had you gripping the sheets as you tried to form a thought, but you kept drawing a blank that only got worse as he began to circle your clit with his tongue.

"Aaron, please. Can't you see how badly I need you?" Your pussy lips were swollen and dripping, clit pulsing wildly under his tongue as you let your hands fall to his head, directing his mouth to where you needed him most.

"Your shaking baby--such a needy little thing, aren't you, sweetheart?" He looked up to you, waiting for a response before he went any further.

"Yes sir, always need you baby. Right now more than ever," you admitted, so turned on that you were hypersensitive to his every move, the lightest flick of his tongue driving you wild.

"I know baby, but the longer we wait, the bigger mess you'll make, and don't you want to ruin these sheets with me? I think that if you'll be patient, you'll be surprised at how good it'll feel," he told you, and you nodded, letting him continue to bring you close but never letting you cum. Every time you were close, he'd pull away, making you whine and whimper until tears pricked your eyes. It was infuriating but so satisfying at the same time; on one hand, you were beyond ready to cum, but at the same time, the teasing, the waiting--it was perfect, driving you mad in the best way.

"Aaron--" you were dangerously close, you could feel it all over your body. He knew you wouldn't be able to stop yourself this time, so he brought his fingers to your clit and rubbed furiously, watching with wide eyes as you drenched his fingers and shook uncontrollably, your legs held down by Aaron, your thighs a sticky mess. He was thoroughly pleased, admiring the wet patch between your thighs as if he'd never seen anything like you before.

"I could watch you all day, gorgeous," he praised, his mouth inches from your sex as you tried to settle yourself.

"That felt incredible," he'd been right, of course, making you see stars with his talented tongue, and already eager to give you more.

"I knew it would, baby. Thank you for trusting me. Can I fuck you silly now, sweetheart? I've been so patient but I don't think I can wait any longer," he was hastily moving off the bed and dragging you to the edge before he tucked your legs together, placing them against his chest. His hand found yours before he used the other to line up with you, sighing as he let himself grow accustomed to the way you felt. You weren't sure you'd ever get used to the wholesome sensation of him filling you up, each time seemed better than before.

"Don't make me wait, please," you urged, his hands moving to your hips so he could use your body to keep himself grounded as he started to slam into you. He'd been rough before, but this was completely different. It was primal and possessive, and you didn't dare close your eyes because you didn't want to miss a second of it. You were coming undone in no time, squeezing him like a vice as he pounded mercilessly, his fingertips digging into your skin.

"Fuck baby, look at me," you met his eyes, misty and amazed as he slowed down drastically, parting your legs so he could lean forward and kiss you hard on the mouth.

"I love you so much," you whispered, more enthralled by him than ever as his body found yet another way to become connected with yours, your bond deeper now than it had ever been.

"And I love you, sweetheart. I want you to know no one has ever been more beautiful than you are right now," you felt yourself blush heavily, still smitten with him after so many months; his words could still reduce you to mush.

"You're perfect, Aaron. No one has ever made me so happy," what started off at full speed ahead had turned into something sensual and sweet--his hand cupped your face tenderly as he admired all of your features, giving you a chance to look at him and truly appreciate what a strong, gorgeous man you'd married. In your eyes, no one held a candle to him. He got more handsome as the days passed, his dark hair and striking eyes mesmerizing; you'd never seen anyone that could stop you in your tracks like he could. It was incredible, how he could stop the room with his intimidating persona and tall, long frame that made him look much more menacing than he actually was. You never would have thought the man you met that first night who wouldn't even give you a smirk was always smiling at you; you'd been pleasantly surprised at how sweet and soft he could be given his ruthless reputation.

"Then keep me forever, baby. You know, you still give me butterflies. Every time I look at your gorgeous face I fall in love all over again," he whispered, coming to hover over you so he could be closer; somehow even with his chest pressed against yours, you needed him closer--you couldn't get enough of him.

"Forever is the plan. I could never love anyone the way I love you," you replied, earning a dazzling smile from him before his lips met yours. Neither of you were focused on an orgasm rather than you were so wrapped up in one another that you didn't want to stop.

"You'll never have to worry about me ever wanting anyone else; you're the sun in my sky, sweet girl. I've never--fuck-- no one has ever loved me as much as you do. You've got me addicted," you loved the way he spoke to you, it lit a fire inside of you that warmed every inch of your body, making you feel more loved and secure than ever.

"I'll always love you, Aaron. I swear. I always want you by my side, through everything,"I promised him, reaching up to brush his hair back. He leaned into your touch, kissing your palm lovingly. There was something about the way he made you feel that was incomparable to any other man--he kept you hungry for more of him every second of the day, making you smile more than you ever had in your life. It was a welcome change from the way you'd felt before him--alone, misguided. Now you had a husband and a future, something to keep the two of you busy. Aaron was financially able to provide for you but with the casino and The Blue Cat, you were bringing in more money than you ever thought possible thanks to Marty. You were grateful Aaron was willing to help you run things after retiring, but he enjoyed it just as much as you.

"I love my life with you. I wouldn't want things any other way," you'd never expected to take on the casino but it had proven more than profitable. Aaron was showing you how much you were projected to make over the next year and you'd never imagined having that kind of money. You'd be using it to secure your futures, eventually expanding your family and having children together. Both of you were enjoying the flow of things for now, but you did look forward to becoming parents when the timing was right. Now, you wanted to be selfish with him and keep him for yourself as long as you could.

His hips rolled into you at such a slow pace that your orgasm had been building for some time, finally washing over you as you shuddered and moaned his name, one of his favorite sounds to hear.

"That's it, sweetheart. You look so sweet right now. Wish you could see yourself. We should get a mirror for the ceiling," he suggested, and the thought instantly made you groan; the idea of watching him from above as he fucked you like this sounded heavenly.

"We can do that tomorrow," you giggled, more than thrilled with the idea. He kissed your cheek before spilling into you, his body tensing up as he filled you. Instead of grabbing a towel, he let his cum spill out of you before gathering it on the tip of his cock and pushing it deep inside of you, biting his bottom lip harshly as he watched.

"Consider this practice, for when you decide you want to be pregnant," he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your lips before he eased out of you. You were taken aback by the way he was acting, a man starved for your love, but you didn't mind. You loved how much he adored you and the way he exerted love in every form he could. It left you feeling complete, like everything in your life had been leading up to meeting Aaron so he could change your life.

"We can keep practicing for now. I'm not ready to share you yet," you told him, pulling him to lay next to you on the bed so he could hold you. One of his favorite things to do after sex was cuddle up and just be close to one another--you loved it too.

"I'm not in any rush either. We have all the time in the world to become parents," he said against your cheek before kissing it, snuggling in close to you. He pulled the sheet up around the two of you, tugging you further up on the bed so you could be on the pillows. It was getting late, you could feel your body beginning to relax and Aaron melting in at your side made you sleepy, yawning lightly as he came a little closer.

"Tired, baby? We can get some sleep," you knew it would come eventually whether you wanted it to or not, but for now, you were busy focusing on how it felt to be wrapped up in his arms, your back against his chest so you could feel his deep breathing. His hand wrapped yours up, and the other was tossed behind his head lazily as he let his eyes close.

"Just wanna cuddle with you," you mumbled, his chuckled rumbling through you as he rolled to his side, draping his arm over your middle and pulling you in closer.

"Sweet dreams, baby," you whispered as he began to drift off, and you heard him mutter it back sleepily as he succumbed to slumber.  You stayed up for a while longer, looking at how peaceful he was, every line on his face smooth, his eyebrows relaxed and a soft smile on his usually stern face. You had no doubt that he was happy with you; it was clear even in his sleep how truly glad he was to be with you. He'd hold onto you all night long, even if you made him sweat and kept him uncomfortable, he'd never let you go. It was true in all aspects, not just in your sleep schedules. You'd picked the most supportive, caring partner you could have asked for, and his love made you feel like a better woman. You'd grown and learned so much with him that the months had felt like a lifetime, and the two of you had grown so close it had been like you'd known him much longer.

You brushed his hair back, his nose wrinkling slightly before he settled once more, taking a deep breath, his lips meeting your cheek even as he slept. It was impossible to miss the way he got a little more upbeat when you stepped in the room, or how he'd cross the floor just to be wherever you were. His eyes didn't wander to other women; he was pleased with one, and it was you.

You deserved the good ending.

You deserved someone strong but sensitive to see you through your darkest days, and a way to pave the future for your children that would come eventually. You most of all deserved the love that you'd always given and never received. Aaron had came along to show you what you'd been missing and gave it back to you tenfold. You'd always be thankful for such an incredible man--he was more than that. He was your partner in life and through the worst and best of times, he would always have your back no matter what. It was enough for you to roll over, your back pressed against him as he cozied into you, and you fell fast asleep dreaming of what the future could hold for the two of you.

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