#like. wouldn't they be consuming each other at that point. JUST a little bit

[buddieism]

tommy's character, bucktommy's inherent flaws, tommy & eddie as mirrors and buddie endgame; a (lengthy) meta analysis

honestly, what's really confirmed my feelings about tommy (and the imminent bucktommy bones -> buddie pipeline) is that there have now been multiple opportunities for the writers to actually make tommy a likeable/serious love interest for buck and they just…haven’t. because while fans are naturally going to overanalyse every little thing, the vast majority of the show's audience are regular viewers who consume the show at face value and don't think twice about it -- so if tommy was intended to be buck's endgame or anything remotely close to it, they'd absolutely want to make the most of his (very limited) screen time to present him in the best light they could. think about karen, the only non-main LI, and how she was introduced to us -- despite hen's cheating, we can see how dedicated karen and hen are to each other and how karen is a complex character in her own right who is immediately easy to root for and love.

comparatively, when we look at tommy's s7 appearances and specifically his interactions with buck, it becomes abundantly clear that there isn't really much depth to their relationship at all. which is fine! it's just... you know. fine. let's get into it.

following the cruise arc, we watch tommy through buck's eyes in 7x04 where he's basically wining and dining eddie -- flying him to vegas, getting them front row tickets to a fight, sparring with him in muay thai, playing pick up basketball with him -- tommy and eddie are so similar (which we'll come back to later), and we even get that line from eddie about how well they "click." as the audience, we are being subconsciously told to align tommy and eddie together -- and furthermore, we are told that tommy can easily make grand gestures when he wants to. now let's compare that to the bucktommy moments of the season.

bucktommy's first date: tommy makes a shady comment that would have outed buck if eddie or marisol caught onto it and then proceeds to abandon him on the sidewalk because he thinks buck isn't "ready" for a relationship with a man

i'll be objective here -- i understand in a show like 911 there's always going to be "unnecessary" relationship conflict for the sake of drama and i can also see how buck trying to play off their date as platonic to eddie might have put a bad taste in tommy's mouth. but we hear from tommy himself that he struggled with being open about his sexuality when he was at the 118 so he could have absolutely extended some sympathy towards buck for not wanting to come out on the spot to his best friend -- especially when tommy fully knows how important of a role eddie plays in buck's life. at the very least, he didn't have to leave buck alone on the curb. this isn't me trying to woobify buck because yeah, he's a grown man, he's fine -- but that doesn't mean it still isn't a bit of an asshole move.

the bachelor party: tommy doesn't dress up for the theme and dismisses buck when he's clearly disappointed about him doing so

tommy showing zero interest for the bachelor party buck planned is practically the writers waving a massive red flag in front of the camera -- him having to leave because he's on call is an understandable 'conflict' plot point but why not have him show up in an 80s themed outfit? it wouldn't have changed anything except that he and buck would have had a positive interaction; buck would have been happy that tommy cared enough to make that small gesture and it could have been a cute way to establish their relationship as one built on mutual effort. (btw, the bucktommy hospital kiss could be seen as a big gesture, sure -- but from a more practical viewpoint knowing how rushed this season had to be, it was also just an easy way for buck to "come out" to the rest of the 118 without having to spend too much episode airtime on it.)

the medal ceremony: tommy says 'enjoy it while it lasts' (which, LOL) and also is not shown reacting to buck receiving his medal. he also has a conversation with henren in a deleted scene.

again, i'm going to try to give tommy the benefit of the doubt -- i'm not saying he has to be sunshine and rainbows all the time and i have no issue with a character having a snarky/sarcastic side. but when his screentime is so minimal, every line of dialogue matters. and it's pretty damning that the writers aren't taking those few chances to give us something to appreciate about him. with buck, tommy makes a dismissive comment for literally zero reason, and with hen and karen, who are rightfully looking out for their friend, tommy refuses to take them seriously at all.

bucktommy's dinner in the finale: buck displays some vulnerability about losing bobby, and tommy... really doesn't seem to care.

honestly i refuse to rewatch this part of the ep because it really icks me out on another level but iirc: buck says he's glad bobby's okay because bobby is like the father he never had -> tommy says "your father's alive" -> something something joke about daddy issues. ignoring #that joke entirely, it's really insane to me that they have tommy even acknowledge the nuclear bomb that is buck's relationship with his parents. yes, we had a bit of a ham-fisted 'redemption arc' in s6 but that doesn't negate the buckley parents being absolutely heinous and the fact that buck verbalises how bobby played the role of the father figure because philip didn't -- all for tommy to basically deny that to his face -- is absurd. tommy has expressed on multiple occasions that he's jealous of the 118 family bond, so this line is just... very interesting to me.

now, let's recap all these events and bring eddie back into the mix!

post-bucktommy's first date, buck is more torn up about the fact that he lied to eddie than the actual date to the point that he has to vent to maddie about it. he then comes out to eddie, who is incredibly supportive (and oliver and ryan make some very curious acting choices indeed). eddie is reiterated as one of buck's most significant relationships.

pre-bachelor party, eddie is the one to suggest he and buck dress in matching (queer-coded) costumes. he then stays by buck's side at the party when everyone else leaves and although we'll never get to see it (tim minear i'm inside your walls👹), they sing an absurdly romantic karaoke song together. eddie is reiterated as one of buck's most significant relationships.

during the medal ceremony, when the camera pans to each member of the 118's love interest/family, it is eddie we are shown smiling at buck, not tommy. this is especially interesting considering we get buck reacting to tommy. i honestly can't get over how a reciprocated tommy reaction would have been an easy yet significant moment to cement bucktommy as a relationship, but they gave us eddie's instead (with chris in the background and marisol conveniently obscured, mind you). eddie is reiterated as one of buck's most significant relationships.

in the final episode, when eddie is experiencing his personal worst nightmare, buck is the one at eddie's side every step of the way. buck talks to christopher, buck reassures eddie (without judgement), and it's made clear that buck will be there for eddie, whatever he needs.

at every possible opportunity, we the audience are being implicitly told that eddie is buck's person. he is his place of support (buck having his more vulnerable coming out scene with eddie rather than his sister); he has buck's back (the bachelor party); he is his family (medal ceremony reaction), and ultimately, this goes both ways (finale).

some other things worth noting: when buck has his coming out scene with maddie, she tells him he's confused about his feelings in a way that seems to indicate she's talking about his feelings towards eddie ("if you there's something you need to tell eddie, you will"). in bobby's conversation with buck in the firehouse, he's verbally supportive of tommy and even asks if buck is going to see him, but buck goes to eddie's house instead. these were deliberate choices made by the writers; eddie has been consistently intertwined in bucktommy's relationship both overtly and subtextually throughout the entirety of s7. and let's not even get into the whole 'evan' thing, because that could be a whole other post in itself.

from the first moment we start to learn about tommy's character (beyond his... coloured past), we find out that he and eddie are practically mirrors. why not make tommy and buck share similar interests? why not give them something to bond over? why present tommy and eddie as almost identical in every way? because tommy is a placeholder for eddie. buck's initial bisexuality journey can't happen with eddie when eddie still hasn't come to terms with his own feelings. so, in the meantime, tommy is the "safe" choice in buck's mind because buck has nothing to lose with tommy whereas he's got everything to lose with eddie. buck can't confront what he truly wants yet because the risk factor is far greater and it's been repeatedly asserted that buck has an issue with people in his life leaving -- he would never do anything to jeopardise his relationship with eddie.

but ultimately (and in my opinion, fairly soon), we are going to get that moment where it "clicks" for buck and he realises that it is eddie he has feelings for. and when that happens, there's basically only one way it can go. we know buck can't keep secrets from eddie; we know eddie is going into s8 feeling "isolated"; we know tim loves making his characters suffer before they can be happy. in my mind, the narrative is going to go something like this: buck feelings realisation -> pining buck era -> eddie healing journey and a reevaluation of what buck means to him -> some insane life-threatening situation that really doubles down on how buck and eddie care more about each other than anyone else because it is 9-1-1 at the end of the day -> love confession induced by their dramatic near-death experience -> #BUDDIE_CANON !

when we factor in how there was a possibility of eddie having the sexuality arc this season instead, how tim has said buddie is one of his favourite dynamics of the show, and how supportive both oliver and ryan are of the ship, i really can't see how everything isn't building to buddie endgame. every other main pairing of the show has had seasons of development, of conflict, of bonding moments. buck and eddie have gone through that with each other time and time over (tsunami/lawsuit/shooting arc etc), which is why every other random love interest that's introduced for either of them falls flat in comparison. they quite literally are exactly what the other person needs; buck wants the stability of a home, a family, and unconditional love; eddie wants someone he can trust, a caretaker for his son but also a partner. buddie is the ship the audience wants to root for, because we know they work! now that we have canonically bisexual buck and eddie finally having to face his complicated feelings about losing shannon, buddie isn't just the logical conclusion -- it's the inevitable one.

[strawberryblue-blog]

Pedri nsfw alphabet

A to Z. NSFW alphabet.

—Pedri Gonzalez.

summary: request.

warnings: yes. +18. smut, explicit content, headcanon.

words count: +950.

A - after care (what is it like after sex?)

Too affectionate probably one of the most affectionate in the world. He likes to touch you, kiss your forehead, shoulders and nose, caress your back for hours after making love. He loves to whisper random things, laugh and have fun until you fall asleep.

B - body part (favorite part of your body and his)

In you everything but especially your mind. He thinks you are such a cool person, so smart, so special. The way you think, express yourself, free yourself, he admires you.

In him, it's probably his back. Since he knows it's your favorite part of him, he likes it when you leave your nails marked on it or when you hold on tightly to him.

C - cum (anything about cumming)

There is nothing deeper and purer than cumming inside you, he loves it. The sensation of feeling you so deep inside him, when he can feel your heat, your soul. Since the first time you tried, he never used protection again. As long as you take care of each other in other ways, he will always choose to end up inside you.

D - dirty secret (some dirty secret).

He really likes it when you wear sexual lingerie. It may not be that far-fetched but Pedri loves it when you feel sensual with your own body and that makes him feel good too.

E - experience (experience in sex)

Basic to normal. He's pretty traditional and knows a few things to make you feel good but maybe he lacks a little more experience and teachings.

F - favorite position (to fuck you)

Definitely vanilla sex. Missionary is his favorite position and he wouldn't trade it for anything. Although he likes it when you ride him, he prefers you to be underneath him.

G - goofy (how serious is he during sex?)

Serious. Too serious. Not much to say. Pedri is a man of principle and not at all teasing.

H - hair (how do he/you take care of his/your privacy?)

He downplays it a bit to the point that it's just a little hair. But he prefers it that way, it makes him feel manly and if it doesn't bother you, then he doesn't have a problem. As for you, he doesn't care either. He knows it's hurtful and time and money consuming, so he doesn't care if you have it or not, it's your choice.

I - intimacy (what is it like during sex?)

Very romantic and caring. He makes each session a unique and true experience of love and passion that leaves you completely in love with each other.

J - jack off (masturbation, how much do he/you masturbate?)

Not so much. On a scale of 1 to 10, it would be a 4. Especially when you're away from him and he wants to release tension or sometime for fun but it's not routine.

K - kink (fetishes during sex)

Seeing your eyes directly when he makes love to you, kissing your breasts, kneading them, sucking them. He's not a man of many fetishes but you riding his face might be one of his more recent fetishes.

L - location (places to have sex)

His room or yours. Somewhere private where both of you are comfortable and satisfied, he doesn't like open or public places, like kitchens, living rooms or exterior. He prefers a quiet place, where you can finish what you start and no one or nothing interrupts you.

M - motivation (what excites him/you?)

You kissing his neck gently is the main reason he might get turned on. He also likes it when you stroke the beginning of his hair at the nape of his neck with your fingers, it makes him relax and sometimes has side effects on him.

N - no (what wouldn't he do with you?)

Anything that involves hurting you or degrading you or using ugly nicknames. You are his light, he would never do anything to hurt you no matter if it's a game. He is a gentleman.

O - oral (how does he like to give/receive?)

He is probably more about giving than receiving, as he thinks his duty is to give you the maximum of pleasure, because he knows that sometimes women don't get pleasure from penetration, so he will see to it that you get what you deserve.

P - pace (how do he like to do it?)

Slow, romantic, gentle but deep and passionate. Occasionally he can be dirty and rough, especially if it's been a long time since you've seen each other, but he prefers to be more gentle and romantic.

Q - quickie (do he like quick sex?)

Yes. Sometimes he has a lot of needs and would accept that, although he would like you to have all the time to enjoy yourselves.

R - risk (would he take risks? which ones?)

No. As I said before, he is not a risk taker. Pedri is quite traditional and that doesn't mean he doesn't do things right. But he doesn't like to take risks that involve some kind of interruption or lack of respect.

S - stamina (how long does it last during sex?)

Two or three rounds depending on the moment. Sometimes when he has training he will last only one round but if he's on his days off, he won't give you a break.

T - toy (you use toys?)

No. He has never used them before and it's not something he's interested in at the moment. He understands if you want to have them or recommend using them but if it were up to him he wouldn't use them. At most he might use some handcuffs but no more than that.

U - unfair (how much does he like to provoke you?)

Medium. He doesn't like to play with you so much but sometimes it's unavoidable and he likes to take you to the edge to make it more pleasurable.

V - volume (how loud is it during sex?)

Not so loud but sometimes he lets himself get carried away and can be surprised. Although in you, he really likes it when you scream, let loose and show how much you like it.

W - wild card (small random story)

Your boyfriend's kisses moved across your shoulders and chest as you stifled the gasps that came from your mouth. Your fingers were tangled in his hair and you were gently gurgling on them, Pedri's tongue was working wonders on your skin. The trail of kisses started down your body as his fingers caressed every nook and cranny, his tongue left wet trails around your belly and continued down until it reached your thighs.

Your chest boiled with heat as you felt his breath hit your crotch and you wanted to scream for him to touch you. Pedri smiled seeing you in such a way, your chest was rising and falling, your cheeks were red, your lips kept biting down holding back the urge to moan loudly.

The first kiss on your center made you sigh harshly as you took in as much air as possible. You felt so wet you couldn't take it anymore.

With his tongue he licked your slit and pressed his finger a little on your clit making you gasp. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you felt him lick you harder again.

The brush of his beard against your thighs made you moan in desperation, it was too pleasurable a tingle that made you shiver under his touch. Lately Pedri had grown his beard and you found that so attractive, so much so that you had fantasized about this moment. And now you were in heaven.

X - x-ray (how big is it and how?)

It's somewhere between thick and thin, a little veiny and it's long. Perfect for you, perfect for him. He knows how to use it very well, it's his pride and joy.

Y - yearning (how long can desire last?)

Honestly he can last quite a long time without intercourse so it's not a problem for him but if he has you with him, he will obviously take the opportunity and make you his every chance he gets.

Z - zzz (how is his sleep after sex?)

He can stay up for hours if you're with him. Sometimes the adrenaline and excitement of the moment leaves him quite refreshed. So he likes to chat with you, play with you, cuddle and stuff.

After at least 10 orders I was finally able to bring it. Thanks for the support and filling my inbox 🤣 I hope you like it 💌 @jfbidnk757

[weebsinstash]

Really like the idea of a yandere Vox who is so ride or die for his overconsumerist capitalist Musk-esque lifestyle UNTIL he sees it negatively affecting his darling and does a complete 180

like take that poly red string soulmate Vox x Reader x Alastor concept and, you've got Alastor KINDA warming up to technology and willing to watch TV and do other things with you but he's still not a fan of you being on your phone constantly and some of the video games and movies you consume. He's on the couch reading a paper and (affectionately) rolling his eyes as you and Vox take turns headshotting each other in a video game and hollering "hell yeah, suck my fucking dick!!"

Meanwhile Vox is just 200% chronically online and loving it until one day he asks you why you wear baggy clothes all the time and you're ever so casually replying "because my body is fucking icky, duh" and Vox has absolutely no idea what you're talking about until you break down on a tangent about it

I was watching a clip the other day where someone was pointing out that Marilyn Monroe was considered the 50s icon of beauty and there are plenty of photos with her with thick thighs or a visible belly pooch and, imagine Vox sitting there, the disbelieving 'are you joking?' smile falling off of his face as you just, go OFF, "why would I wear anything other than sweatpants? I have fucking CELLULITE VOX, I'll NEVER have leggings legs no matter how thin I am, and look at my hip dips, they're so fucking GROSS, and my butt isn't shaped right, I have banana rolls, and, do I have siren eyes or doe eyes?! Am I bunny cute or am I frog cute?! And look at how bad my facial balancing is! Ugh, where's my gua sha?! I'm so tired of being UGLY!!"

Later that week Alastor is looking up from his paper to see Vox just, slowly entering the room, sloooooowly shutting the door behind him, looking to his old friend, "so hey! Funny idea, stop me if you've heard this one before but, I was thinking we could uh, maybe take their phone away annnnnnnnnnd... not give it back?" and here's Alastor, "oh, funny story! So earlier today they asked me if I 'wouldn't like them anymore' if they got COSMETIC SURGERY, yeah, ON THEIR FACE BELIEVE IT OR NOT, so, naturally, I'm already one step ahead of you :)" as he just casually gestures to the smashed wifi router in the garbage can in the corner of the room

You just get home from work one day and Vox has his CRT head back on and you're told 'if you want to look something up online, you can use the desktop in the computer room, and only 3 hours of screen time' and it all but blasts you 15 years into the past 💀 no more nights where you're gaming for 5+ hours straight and ruining your sleep. No more skipping meals because you're hyperfocused and binge-watching an anime while also playing an idle game on your phone. No more Alastor and Vox finding out you're just smoking bowls for hours literally nonstop because you need some sort of extra stimulation while you doomscroll and watch 3 hour long roast reviews for shows you've never watched

Alastor catches you swiping through an app and you get a divisive video thrown in your face from some alpha dude bro podcast, "yeah, a real man knows how to protect his lady! She should be at home cooking and keeping the house clean, not running around like a tramp and doing dumb chick stuff! All women need to focus on is marriage and being good wives, you know, a TRADITIONAL relationship!" and Alastor is just, swiping that shit out of your hand, "he DOES have a bit of a point, repulsive as he is! I suppose I'll have to start looking at potential dwellings that can fit you, me, and, I SUPPOSE Vox too 🙄" and little do you know he's already got a cute little home in the 'burbs set up already. He's just... you know! Waiting for the right moment to let you and the annoying TV bastard know that you'll be moving! Maybe he'll just... wait until the day of! Nothing beats a fun surprise, right? ^^ he doesn't want either of you... trying to run away or anything after all haha!

[mikachacha]

I Care 4 U (Bada Lee x Reader)

Synopsis: You got stood up on a date and met Bada, who just got dumped by her girlfriend. A couple of drinks later the both of you decided to get out of the bar and enjoy each other's company in a much private setting.

Warnings: language, both are drinking, smut

(A/N: @apreer this has been in my head since last night 😫😫 you suggest really good stuff that gets all my brain working)

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"Fucking seriously? Know what, don't ever show your face again.." you're seething in anger as your date has stood you up for the second time. You gave him a second chance since the first one was an emergency but right now is just ridiculous. You got stood up because they didn't know what to wear.

You paid for your drink and headed to the bar across the street. Might as well get some booze to elevate your mood a little. You looked too pretty to be sad over boys and the night is still young. You might score a date with some handsome guy or a hot girl. You went over to an empty seat next to this person who's wearing a black jacket and from the looks of it, they seem heartbroken.

"Mind if I sit here?" you asked, just being polite. People may look alone but they're probably waiting for someone so you just wanted to make sure that no one's going to kick you out from your seat while you're drinking. The person turned to look at you, looking annoyed at first but then had that amazed look on their face that quickly disappeared.

"I don't mind. Go ahead, that seat is vacant." Bada says, trying to regain her composure. When she turned to look at you, it's like she just saw an angel but with a tight black dress that showed off those curves. Seeing you, she nearly forgot that her heart has been broken.

"So what's a pretty girl like you doing all alone here tonight?" Bada tried to strike up a conversation. The amount of alcohol she already consumed is making her a little braver and bolder. You smiled and ordered yourself a drink before turning at Bada. You won't deny that she looks hot and completely your type but she looks like she's still got baggage from whatever situation she was in that made her go drinking all alone tonight.

"I could ask you the same thing, cutie. I got stood up on a date so I'm going solo." you flirted a bit and she chuckles, taking a swig off her drink before adjusting herself on her seat so she could converse with you better while you did the same. You actually enjoy talking to strangers about things since they don't know you and they don't judge.

"I just got my ass dumped after two years. Sucks but whatever. So many people to meet but would be lucky if they look as good as you." Bada smirks a bit as she flirted with you. She wouldn't pass up the chance of flirting with someone so beautiful. You couldn't help but giggle at how flirty this person is. Normally you'd keep to yourself but seeing as the two of you were screwed over, might as well flirt and see what will come out of it.

"I'm Y/N, by the way. You may want to remember it, boo." you introduced yourself and she smiles at you, shaking your hand before introducing herself as well.

"I'm Bada. My, is everything about you pretty? From the face, body, clothes.. Then the name. All are pretty." Bada praises and you blushed at the compliment. You'd give her points for being smooth and being a sweet talker.

"You're such a sweet talker, Bada.. Now I'm wondering if that mouth can do something else than do that sweet talk." you teased and Bada had that smirk on her face as she placed her hand on your knee.

"Wanna find out, angel?" she asks and you visibly gulped. Damn, she's hot and she's pushing all the right buttons to get you hooked. You didn't expect it to go this way but might as well go all the way in. Bada seemed fun.

The deeper the night got and the more alcohol the both of you consumed, the flirty you got with each other. The both of you danced together and has been very touchy. You didn't mind one bit, you're enjoying and when I care 4 u by Aaliyah began playing, you looked at Bada with a mischievous glint on your eyes as you danced and swayed to the music, even wrapping your arms around her shoulder. Bada groaned and closed her eyes as she's trying her best to not make out with you in front of everybody. She grabbed you by the hand and hurriedly paid for both of your tabs before dragging you out of the bar.

You found yourself between Bada and the side wall of the bar, her lips crashing against yours. You were full on making out with her, you could hardly care if someone passed by and sees you, all you care about is her lips against yours. Her hands roamed against your barely clothed body before she cupped your ass, playfully smacking them that made you giggle. You pulled away, looking up at her before toying with the string of her hoodie.

"Wanna continue this at my place or yours?" you asked and she kissed you on the lips before responding. She didn't really plan of going this far but who is she to deny such invitation from such a beautiful girl like you are? So without thinking much about it, she agreed to continue at her place since it was much closer. You took a cab to get there and while in the cab, you and Bada couldn't really keep your hands to yourselves. Bada has been teasing you all the way to her place. Her fingers are rubbing just outside your underwear now while her mouth is busy planting kisses on your neck and shoulders.

When you reached her place, it was like a race for who gets to undress the other first which she won since technically she only had two things to remove. Your dress and your underwear while she had much more. Once the both of you were fully naked, Bada started to work her magic that got you moaning and clawing at the sheets beneath you. Now you know that her mouth isn't only good at sweet talks, it's also really good at eating you out. She had you gasping and shaking as pleasure coursed through you like a tidal wave.

"You looked so beautiful, Y/N.. But if you think it's over, oh baby.. I am just getting started." Bada coos and smirks as she looked at you, ready to make you feel that pleasure again and again until you're totally spent.

[yesimwriting]

how do you think the canon events of saltburn would’ve maybe played out a bit differently if lovie was there? do you think there’s a chance that it SOMEHOW could’ve prevented felix’s death and everything else from happening?? I’m just curious abt any thoughts you might have on this honestly

i've gotten versions of this question in my inbox before, and i even have some drabbles/general thoughts about this in my drafts

but bc i am writing/planning out a longer fic that will focus on the actual plot of saltburn more, questions like this are hard to answer without spoiling that,, but i feel like the way you worded this question makes it easier to give general thoughts on lovie's role in the plot

and bc most of lovie's influence on the plot comes from character dynamics, this is a bit of a character analysis on felix, oliver, and lovie and how they interact

this came out way longer than expected

lovie would be both a catalyst and an inhibitor to felix's death in oliver's eyes

felix and lovie are so close, so attached at the hip, oliver starts to view them as a single entity, a unit. this isn't an immediate thing, but the longer oliver's around them and the more desperate and delusional he becomes, the more their identities merge.

now, bc lovie's "value" comes from her proximity to felix, felix will always inherently be "more" to oliver. however, this intrinsic "more" quality that felix possesses is dangerous. it's part of the reason i think oliver kills felix. too much of a good thing--that's what felix is.

felix is so perfect, you let him consume your soul without even realizing it. even though lovie is great and a piece of felix, she's so much safer. because of this, her existence makes it easier for oliver to swallow the thought of turning on (and getting rid of) felix. because a more attainable, more manageable 'version' of him will still be around.

also oliver starts to want lovie more in certain ways because felix wants her. if he can get lovie (especially before felix), that makes him more like felix. it's part of the process of oliver shifting from wanting felix to wanting to be felix.

despite the fact that lovie makes the thought of letting go of felix more bearable, lovie's presence would also make it hard to get rid of felix.

logistically, they're rarely apart. it's hard to poison someone when there's always a witnesss. and, if oliver only wanted to kill one of them, poisoning wouldn't be as easy because lovie and felix share almost everything.

also, oliver is smart and selfish. he knows that killing one would devastate the other--they're a set. oliver doesn't want a depressed lovie, and he doesn't want a depressed felix. he knows that getting rid of one throws their entire dynamic and world out of balance. their grief and depression wouldn't be fleeting, it would be all consuming.

if lovie lost feix, or vice versa, they'd each be depressed in a way that takes all the fun out of it for oliver. if either of them is that heartbroken, it's harder to project any manic pixie dream girl fantasies onto them.

general notes on oliver's feelings for lovie and felix:

i think oliver would eventually grow fond of their group dynamic. not fond in a comfortable way, especially at first, because of how obsessive oliver's character is and because of how close lovie and felix are.

but with time, it's easier to feel secure in his place in their life. he starts to want them as a bonded pair. a big part of that definitely comes from his voyeuristic tendencies. it gets to the point where it's not always sexual. he likes watching them interact, watching them take care of each other because of the intimacy of it all. i could write a drabble focusing on oliver and voyeurism when it comes to lovie and felix to explain it more if anyone wants me to elaborate

also, because there's two of them and oliver manages to engrain himself into their dynamic (to a certain extent), his obsession becomes a little less overwhelming. don't get me wrong, he's still unhinged, but the ability to place all of that onto two people stabilizes him to an extent. there's a balance to it.

i think this 'balance' would make it more likely for felix and lovie to live, but i can also see oliver jumping to lock their relationship down by killing off everyone else in felix's family faster. especially if he felt like felix was starting to lose interest. the grief and solitude would make felix rely on oliver, and lovie would follow. it'd be just the three of them, just like oliver wanted.

a more canonical saltburn ending

as a final side note, i think even if everything worked out exactly the same, lovie is the most likely to live. if you think about it, oliver only killed off the cattons, which lovie isn’t. even though he views lovie as a part of felix, she'll always be the 'safer' version of him.

he'd keep her around as a sort of token, a reminder of that summer, the cattons, and most importantly felix. lovie's life and presence would become a memorial dedicated to felix in oliver's eyes.

however, oliver is impulsive and easily startled. if lovie found out that he killed felix (or anyone if we're going with the scenario that oliver decides to keep both felix and lovie and no one else), he'd probably get scared and impulsively kill lovie.

if lovie found out oliver lied, i think he'd try to manipulate her into keeping it a secret at first, but if she reacted the 'wrong' way he'd feel 'betrayed' enough to snap and kill her without thinking.

i can also see him trying to preemptively discredit her, maybe making felix think lovie has been using him, but i think he'd know it probably wouldn't work. lovie and felix are together constantly, in what moment would she have had the time to betray him 😭

[captain-mj]

Could I get Siren!Soap and Siren!Roach? With (brutal captain?) Pirate!Ghost? Please?

Barking, jumping on my little toes, yeah I can, especially the brutal part

Ghost felt like he was going insane. He knew that Soap and Roach couldn't be human. He suspected for so long that something was wrong with them but now it was a persistent problem.

The two of them had... bewitched him somehow. Clearly. In their presence, Ghost's thoughts were consumed by them. How beautiful they were. How brave. How cool as well. Also, an ever growing anxiety on what they thought about him.

Away from them, his brain worked normally and he could realize how evil they were.

Right now, he watched them from afar, they talked amongst each other. Well, Soap talked. Roach never spoke, just watched him and listened. They were so pretty together. Pictures of beauty.

Ghost knew they could not be human. Impossible.

His cold heart would not open so easily. However, despite how cruel he could be to others, he had trouble being mean to him. He assumed this had something to do with the curse they had put on him, but the idea of doing what he would do to anyone else, skinning them, having them tied to the mast and whipped, tying them up tight and dangling them over the edge so they drowned, well... it bothered him.

Naively, he told all of this to his friends Price, Alejandro, Rodolfo and Alex. Gaz was nearby but had "gotten distracted". Lately, he had been avoiding him.

"I'm sorry. You're saying that last night you slept with them," "Yes." "and this is a problem... why?" Price asked, confused.

Ghost frowned. "Because they've bewitched you?"

Alex hummed. "I mean... sounds like you need it. Might make you a bit happier."

Ghost threw his hands up. "But they're not human!"

"Yeah, but you're getting laid. So why are you complaining?" Alejandro pointed out. He glanced at Rodolfo who had a funny smile on his face.

They did their stupid telepathic thing and Ghost looked away. "Yes, but it's... different. It's not just... sex. I want to be with them."

Price sighed. "Simon." He gave him a pity smile. "have you considered that maybe, just maybe, you like them? It's not a bad thing to want companionship."

"I do not need companions. You all are not listening. They're evil."

All of them exchanged glances before glancing over him.

Ghost got up and left, whistling to indicate to his crew they also needed to come with. He went straight to his quarters to be alone.

The footsteps that followed him made it clear that wouldn't be happening. A rational person would tell the sea witches to be gone, but he was a weak man. So he quietly undressed, hung up his Captain's hat, and went inside, leaving the door open.

Roach's hands were on his back, tracing the whip scars under his shirt. His soft lips pressed to his back, sending shivers down his spine before his deft little hands unbuttoned Ghost’s shirt.

"Hey, Bug."

Roach grabbed his waist and squeezed gently. He smiled against his back and Ghost hated that he was so weak as to allow this.

Soap started to undo the laces of Ghost's shoes, looking up at him. “Captain…”

“Johnny…”

Soap kissed his thigh and then moved to undoing the laces of his pants.

“Evil.” Was all Ghost managed, only met by their laughter.

“So evil.” Soap agreed while he smiled at him. “Irrefutably. And why exactly am I evil?”

Ghost refused to answer, instead looking away. "Dastardly...."

Soap laughed and Ghost could feel Roach's shoulder shaking. "Uh huh."

Ghost stepped out of his shoes and kicked his pants off. He closed his eyes as he was moved around. Roach tapped his jaw and lifted his mouth to just his mask. They kissed quietly as Roach licked into his mouth, moaning softly.

Soap gently kissed Ghost's stomach. "Bug, can I have him first?"

Roach nodded immediately and kissed Ghost's neck. He bit him gently to make him groan.

Soap kissed Roach to thank him, both of them exchanging a good bit of tongue. Ghost swallowed and watched him. They noticed and quickly gave him more attention. Kissing down his neck and along his chest. Roach grabbed his pecs and squeezed.

Ghost looked away as Soap trailed his fingers further down.

"Simon," Soap said gently and it made Ghost shiver at the use of his real name and not the one he chose for pirating, "you okay?" Roach forced Ghost to look at him, right into his eyes as Soap continued. "If you don't want it, we can leave?"

"Please don't leave." Ghost rasped.

Soap sank down on to him, a perfect fit. "Good. That's what I like to hear. You change your mind and it's over okay?" He twisted his hips and the heat tightened around him. Pleasure rushed through his veins until he almost went deaf from the blood rushing in his ears. They always made him feel like this. Never pressured into anything. Always pleased and... loved. Like that was something he was capable of feeling. Their every touch was magic but especially like this, alone and against his bare and scarred skin. Gentle and sweet and ready to listen to cues that Ghost didn't even understand.

Ghost nodded and felt Roach's lips on his neck. He closed his eyes and groaned softly. "I know. It's diabolical what you do."

Roach laughed and traced the words into his skin. Gentle and careful over his chest. The lines overlapped and didn't make sense but he knew he was speaking to him. He made a questioning hum.

Ghost answered. "Putting me under spells. Giving me this..." He groaned as Soap shifted. Like he read his mind, Soap knew he wanted soft and sweet. He rode him with no amount of haste, enjoying himself and making sure Ghost did too.

"You think I'd need a spell?" Soap ground down on him and he melted in pleasure. "Roach definitely doesn't."

Roach grinned and leaned in, biting his earlobe. His soft humming did something to Ghost's brain. It didn't... take anything away or control him. As much as he wanted to just blame that, it clearly wasn't as simple. Instead, it simply eased his anxieties. Made it easier to give in to the offer.

Because he didn't want sex. Not really. He wanted their affections. Their love.

And they knew this. The evil, tyrannical, dastardly-

Roach kissed him sweetly and Soap sped up. They fought a little over who got to kiss his neck and who kissed his lips, so they kept alternating, keeping him dizzy.

Ghost turned his head and tried to breath. He tightened his grip on both of them and came hard, head spinning. Soap kissed him softly and pulled away.

Roach quickly replaced them, much more excitedly. He kissed him frantically as he tried to get Ghost hard again before quickly riding him. His mouth was soft against his throat, trying to bite down. Teeth far too sharp to be human pierced him.

A voice rose above it all. A simple order that his entire body fought against but ultimately obeyed.

"Relax."

Ghost felt like he was floating. Roach attacked his neck and shoulders to litter him with bites as he bounced as quickly as he could.

Soap gripped Ghost's hair and tugged a little, listening to the guttural noise it got out of him. Ghost yanked him closer and bit his throat hard enough to bleed right as he came again. Vision whiting out and ears ringing.

He woke up moments later, licked clean, saliva still drying on his chest with both of them laying all over him.

"Why do you insist we have to be evil?"

Ghost grunted. Maybe he was wrong. It didn't make much sense for them to not be human. Roach didn't ev-

Lyrical and alluring, Roach spoke. "And it's not like we're going to eat you." Soap laughed, sharp teeth showing.

Ghost thought about it for a moment. He should kick them out. Be sane.

He pulled them closer to sleep.

[d1xonss]

Desert Rose

Chapter 55 ~ Moonshine and Memories

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 4

✧ Word Count : 6.2k

In this chapter ~ Exhaustion begins to consume Daryl as the days turned into weeks, dragging Beth right along with him as he continued with determination. Though when they finally settle down for a much needed break, things don’t go according to plan as the situation quickly escalates into a screaming match. Taking every little thing out on each other from the pent up frustration. But in the end, it somehow shined a light on a new understanding for one another.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ THIRD PERSON POV *~*~*~*~*~*~*

Days passed by, and there was still no sign of Rose, but that sure as hell didn't stop Daryl from looking. He and Beth had hardly spoken a single word to each other ever since the night Beth brought her up whilst they sat by the fire, knowingly avoiding each other like a disease. Rose was a touchy subject for the both of them, but it seemed to be even more sensitive for Daryl, though Beth just couldn't figure out why. She told herself that he might've felt guilty that he couldn't keep her safe when the shit hit the fan, but there was definitely more to the story.

As the endless hours continued, it was definitely starting to take some kind of a toll on each of their mindsets. One they didn't expect. It was no secret Beth was the more positive one between the two, but even she was starting to lose hope. After not having found anything in this endless abyss of a forest, she found it harder and harder to stay positive. She would never let Daryl see that however, because she didn't want to admit it to him, let alone admit it herself.

Daryl on the other hand felt numb. So numb that if lightning struck him, he was sure he wouldn't feel a damn thing. He had hardly stopped moving as the search continued, with the exception of taking a break to eat or sleep, other than that, they were constantly on the move. It surprised him though when Beth eventually stopped trying to talk to him. He thought that maybe she finally got the hint that he didn't want to speak at all in general, not having enough energy to even try as they truly pushed themselves to the limit.

Although he didn't let his mind linger on this thought for very long, he slowly found himself considering the possibility that Rose was dead. It was only a split second, but it crossed his mind nonetheless. However, he had to remind himself that she was probably the strongest person he ever knew, she could survive on her own if she needed to. Oh, but he prayed that she wasn't alone. He prayed that maybe she found some of the others and was safe with them, having someone trustworthy watching her back. But at this point, that was just wishful thinking.

The unlikely pair were currently sitting across from each other, resting a bit as they ate a rattlesnake that Daryl killed and skinned. Beth was hesitant to eat it as she stared at the mushy looking meat, but food was food. Although she couldn't help but stare at first when Daryl started inhaling the snake as if it were his last meal, her mouth parting a little in disgust.

The truth was he wasn't eating fast because he was starving, he was eating fast so they could get back on the road. The guilt he felt was beginning to be unbearable, wanting nothing more than to be able to keep his promise to her. He told her he wouldn't stop, and he wasn't going to.

After Beth finished up half of what she could stomach, she put the rest down as Daryl was just finishing up, and an idea came to her. "I need a drink." she said.

Daryl didn't look up from his meal as he threw a bottle of water in her direction, continuing to shovel the food down quickly. She scoffed and pushed the carton away, "No, I mean a real drink. Like alcohol."

He still ignored her, but she continued, "I've never had one, cause of my dad. But he's not exactly around anymore so..." she trailed off, "I thought we could go find some."

The man still didn't look up at her as he finished his food, causing Beth to sigh as she racked her brain to try and get his attention. She contemplated throwing something at him, but that probably wouldn't end very well. Though she also didn't want to just leave on her own, knowing that he wouldn't follow after her as his sole focus was always on finding Rose.

But then that's when it hit her...Rose.

"Rose." she said simply and not a second later, his eyes snapped up to her as he stopped mid chew.

It amazed her that all she had to say was her name, and that's what would get him to stop for anything. She was finally starting to understand that Rose had his entire heart in the palm of her hand. She knew that he loved her and everything, but this was a whole new level of love that Beth never got to see before in her whole life. And it brought a small smile to her face despite the situation.

Daryl however was angry. He was pissed at her for wanting to get a damn drink in the first place when there were other things they should be doing. Not only that, but she mentioned the one name that clearly hurt him the most, piercing through his heart painfully. He didn't understand what she was trying to achieve, but he sure as hell wasn't going to listen to a stupid teenager who wanted to get wasted.

"That got your attention," she muttered before standing up to her feet, "Come on, we can't just sit here. We might as well do something."

His patience was growing thinner and thinner as he threw the rest of the snake on the ground and stood up as well, "We are doin somethin." he growled.

He then bent down to grab his crossbow before heading off without another word. Beth huffed and stood there for a few more seconds before reluctantly gathering her stuff as well and followed in the same direction. All the girl wanted was a simple drink so she could actually calm down and loosen up a little, and she thought that was something Daryl could use too. She noticed the bags under his eyes and how he walked slower and slower with each passing day, knowing he wasn't sleeping. Maybe a drink would help him rest, help ease his mind for the first time in days.

So, after taking a small breath, she gained the courage to step in front of him to stop him in his tracks.

"The hell ya doin? Move." he demanded as he shoved past her.

She huffed again, moving quickly to catch up and stand in front of him once more, "Just one drink, we both need it." she pleaded.

"Don't you tell me what I need." he snapped.

"Please...you've been killing yourself trying to find her, and you've barely gotten any sleep at all. God forbid I care about your wellbeing. Maybe a drink would help?"

Daryl had no idea how far back on the road she lost her mind, but it had to be recently. He couldn't believe what she was trying to get him to do. A drink wouldn't do anything but cause them more problems, and he felt himself getting more frustrated at the fact that she was standing in his way, purposefully wasting time like a five year old not getting what she wanted.

"We ain't gettin no damn-" he started to yell, but then suddenly stopped himself short.

He hadn't thought this clearly in a long time, but an idea popped into his head. The cabin he and Rose stayed at after he proposed to her. She could've been there at some point, meaning he could pick up her tracks from there. And Beth could get a drink she so "desperately" needed. It was a perfect way to find her trail and get Beth to shut the hell up.

"Come on." he mumbled much more calmly, which caused Beth to raise an eyebrow, hesitantly following behind.

They trudged through the woods and Daryl remembered exactly where it was. It was closer than he could recall, but judging by the exhausted look on Beth's face when they were almost there, it might've been farther than he realized. It was like tunnel vision as he moved quickly to the destination, desperately wanting to know if she passed by, leaving any type of sign that she was alive.

Beth didn't know what had gotten into him, but she somehow kept up with his fast figure until they ended up at a small cabin in the middle of the woods. The house looked cozy yet abandoned, watching as a ghost of a smile appeared on Daryl's face as he stared at the tiny house, memories clearly flooding back into his mind.

He stood there for a moment, recalling how surprised she was when just looking at the outside of the structure, and how he carried her through the front door, making her laugh. He missed her laugh. It was something that made his heart flutter from the very start, even before his feelings developed. The delightful sound was like music to his ears, even finding himself telling her that many times before. Though as cheesy as it was, it couldn't have been truer.

He quickly walked up to the door and opened it loudly, his crossbow aimed high for any walkers that could've gotten in there. And the slight chance she was in there, he wanted to let her hear his presence.

"Rosie?" he called out softly, but was only met with silence.

He sighed sadly, not even noticing Beth standing a little further behind him in the doorway as he called out to her. Though he suddenly walked back outside, brushing past the girl to scan the area for any kind of tracks that she could've left behind.

Watching as he lingered around the area for a moment, Beth finally walked in further to check the place out. To her little-known knowledge, this had obviously been a place Rose had been before if Daryl thought there was a chance of her hiding out in the small house, and she would be lying if she said she wasn't a bit saddened. She had mentally crossed her fingers that they would find her here, the disappointment she felt now prominent in her chest.

It took him longer than he would've liked as his eyes scanned the ground like a lunatic, but he wanted to be thorough. He checked every square inch around the outside of the cabin for any tracks, but all he found were old walker footprints that were caked in the dirt. This didn't help his anxious state one bit, leaving him defeated as he slowly made his way back inside to see Beth standing in the living room, looking around somewhat awkwardly.

He opened his mouth to say something, but the room on the left caught his eye. The room that they spent the night in. He debated on whether or not he wanted to go in there, simply because he didn't even know if he could handle it. But he found his feet had a mind of their own as he slowly approached the door mindlessly.

His palm pushed it open hesitantly, only to see it was exactly how they left it. The bed was still messy, the wine glasses were still scattered on the carpet, and their initials were still carved into the wood on the door. He remembered he did that right at the last minute before they left to head back to the prison. It was almost like he did it because he wanted any other people who passed by to know that this was their place. Even if those people didn't know who the hell they were, the message was still there. His eyes stung a little as he rubbed his thumb gently over the letters, before making his way further inside.

The memories washed over him like a tidal wave as he stared at the bed. Memories of her giggling at the soft kisses he planted on her face, memories of her sweet words she whispered in his ear. He remembered how shocked he was when he fell even more in love with her that night. He could've sworn that it wasn't even possible, but yet it happened. She was like a drug, and he found himself hopelessly addicted. He missed her more than anything, feeling like he truly wasn't the same without her, and Beth was witnessing that firsthand.

Beth never saw Daryl as a bad guy, but she came to the realization that she only ever knew him when he was with Rose. Like a package deal. Though seeing him now without her by his side, she knew now how much he wasn't himself. It was like she was his other half, the half he couldn't seem to live without.

Daryl eventually made his way back out into the living room where Beth was still lingering, waiting for him, and made his way towards the kitchen to get the liquor she wanted. He remembered Rose finding some moonshine right before they left the cabin to go back home, assuming that it shouldn't be too bad for her first drink, especially if she wanted something strong.

He whistled to grab her attention, and she walked over to where he was standing with her arms hanging at her sides. Daryl picked up a glass and blew out the dust that collected in the bottom of it before opening one of the jars and pouring her a decent amount.

He placed it down on the table with a small slam, sliding it over towards her, "There's your drink." he said almost bitterly.

She took it delicately in her hands, "What is it?"

"Moonshine." he said simply, but he watched as she continued to eye the liquid cautiously, almost wanting to change her mind. "What?" he asked.

"Nothing...it's just...my dad always said drinking bad moonshine could make you go blind."

He scoffed, "Well...ain't nothin worth seein out there anymore anyway."

Beth knew she didn't really have a lot of options, knowing that he fulfilled her request in finding her some kind of drink. Even though the reason he led them here in the first place was to find Rose, he still did what she asked for. So, she raised the glass to her mouth and took a small sip of the liquid, making a face as soon as the taste hit her tongue.

"That's the most disgusting thing I've ever tasted." she said.

Daryl just raised his eyebrows, giving her a look like he didn't know what else she expected, but she ignored it. She then downed the rest of it despite the nasty taste it left in her mouth, reaching over for the glass jar to pour more into her cup.

"Slow down." Daryl advised.

She finished transferring a little in the glass, "This one's for you."

"Nah, I'm good." he said with a shake of his head.

"Why?"

He scoffed, "Someone's gotta keep watch while ya have yer little pity party."

Beth didn't want him to drink until he got wasted, she just wanted him to give in and have a little to try and put a stop to his constant loud thoughts. Even if it was just for a few minutes. In the back of her mind that's what she was doing too, because she couldn't stop worrying.

"So what, you're like my chaperone now?" she asked with a raised brow.

He just glared at her, "Hurry up so we can go."

Daryl moved to sit himself down on the couch in the living room just a few feet away, beginning to fiddle with his crossbow. He needed something to keep himself occupied otherwise he knew he would start to get too impatient with how long she was taking. But in the back of his mind, he knew they needed a little break. They had been doing this for days without proper rest, and he honestly didn't know how Beth was still following him at this point.

Though suddenly the sound of a walker from just outside caught both of their attention, though it didn't sound like it was banging on the door. Instead the sound was faint, and Daryl assumed the corpse would just pass by if they were quiet enough and stayed inside. He got up to double check, seeing it was a lone dead one just outside of the window.

"It's just one of em." he told Beth, continuing to watch it as he peered through the curtain.

She got up from where she sat, "Should we get it?"

"If it keeps makin too much noise, yeah."

Beth looked down at the moonshine in her hands with a nod before speaking again, "Well, if we're gonna be trapped again we might as well make the best of it." she voiced, placing her glass on the coffee table while picking up another jar of alcohol, extending it over to him, "Just one drink."

"I already told ya no." he snapped, "Didn't think you would be the one ta peer pressure me." he spoke ironically.

She sighed, "I'm not peer pressuring you, I'm trying to help you."

"Yeah, well ya know what's not helpin? Stayin in here, when we should be lookin out there." he pointed out the window as he spoke the last words, emphasizing his point.

She took a big deep breath, trying to calm down from this man's stubbornness. He had no idea just how much she wanted to find Rose, but they needed a break. They had just been going and going for ages, without even seeing a single sign that she was ever around in the area. There was nothing, other than the pretty purple clip that he found in the beginning.

"I'm tired Daryl," she spoke softly, "And I know you are too. So please, just take a break...have a drink...and we can head back on the road before you know it."

He stared at the moonshine in her hands for a long while, thinking silently to himself though he really just wanted to smack the jar right out of her hands. But he didn't. He instead snatched it from her harshly with a glare, looking down to the clear liquid with a huff.

He didn't want to admit it to himself to seem weak, but he truly was exhausted. He had hardly gotten any sleep these past few days, pushing his body to the limits as he tried to keep going. Maybe a drink would calm him down. But he wouldn't waste any more time than they needed. One drink, before they would be right back on the road.

It took a lot of convincing, almost like pulling teeth, but somehow, Beth talked Daryl into playing a drinking game with her to try and have some fun. The man didn't want to waste any more time with how long they had spent in the cabin already...even though it had just been an hour. But eventually, she won him over when she told him they would only play for a few minutes.

They were sitting across from each other with jars of moonshine sitting on the coffee table in front of them, playing never have I ever.

"So, first I say something I've never done, and if you've done it you drink, and if you haven't, I drink. Then we switch." Beth explained, "You really don't know this game?"

"I ain't never needed a game to get lit before." Daryl muttered.

"Wait, are we starting?"

He narrowed his eyes at her, "How do you know this game?"

"My friends played, I watched. Okay, I'll start...I've never shot a crossbow. So, now you would drink." she said.

Daryl scoffed and brought the liquor to his lips, "Ain't much of a game." he mumbled after he swallowed.

"Well, that was a warm-up. Now you go." she said.

The man thought for a moment, a huff leaving his lips as he shrugged, "I dunno." He felt suddenly uncomfortable playing this with a seventeen year old girl, letting her drink in the first place was probably a stupid idea.

"Just say the first thing that pops into your head." Beth tried to help.

He shrugged, "I ain't ever been outta Georgia."

She looked a little shocked, "Really? Okay, good one." she complimented before drinking a little of the moonshine. "I've never...been drunk and done something I regretted."

His eyes narrowed at her for a moment before grabbing the jar and taking a larger drink of the liquid, almost as if he wanted to rid himself of the fuzzy memories. He didn't really need to think twice about that one, there were a lot of things he regretted doing when he was drunk. He just hoped she wouldn't ask for details.

"I ain't ever been on vacation." he muttered.

"What about camping?" Beth asked.

He shook his head, "Nah, that was just something I had to learn...to hunt."

"Your dad taught you?" she assumed.

Daryl just nodded in response, not trying to open that can of worms as Beth took another drink and tried to come up with another question. "I've never...been in jail. Well, I mean...as a prisoner."

Daryl's blood started to boil at the subtle accusation that he had been locked up before, though he tried to keep his cool, "Is that what ya think of me?" he asked.

"I didn't mean anything serious, I just thought you know like the drunk tank...even my dad got locked up for that back in the day." she reassured.

He shook his head, "Drink up."

"Wait... prison guard," she tried to guess, "Were you a prison guard before..." she trailed off.

Daryl stared at her for a long minute before saying, "No."

Beth noticed that she struck a nerve, but that truly wasn't her intention. She only stated the first thing that came to mind without really thinking twice about it, mostly because she felt like she couldn't come up with anything good. Just anything to keep the game going. But he somehow became even more guarded after the last one, and she knew she messed up.

She awkwardly tapped her glass as he continued to stare, "It's your turn again..." she reminded him.

Though he had just about enough and decided the game was over as he stood up from his spot, "Nah, we're done fuckin around. M' gonna take a piss, and then we're gonna go."

Beth sighed in slight defeat but felt like she didn't have any room to argue. She got a drink like she wanted and even got him to do it right alongside her, even though it wasn't doing anything but piss him off further. Still, she couldn't push it much more.

But her body involuntarily flinched when she heard the sound of glass breaking on the other end of the room, seeing Daryl dropped one of the jars carelessly onto the kitchen floor.

"You have to be quiet." she said softly.

"I can't hear ya! M' takin a piss!" he yelled back.

She sighed, "Daryl, you can't talk so loud." she reminded, glancing outside to the walker just behind the walls.

He turned around from the corner, "What are ya my chaperone now?" he asked passive aggressively, referring to the phrase she said earlier.

She shook her head a little in disbelief, watching him zip up his pants before turning back around to face her, "Oh wait it's my turn, right? I've never, uh...never eaten frozen yogurt. Never had a pet pony...never got nothin from Santa Clause," he spoke while knocking over one of the chairs, "Never relied on anyone for protection before...Hell I don't think I've ever relied on anyone for anythin!"

Beth grew shocked at his words, the venom dripping from his voice, it brought tears to her eyes. Not because his words hurt her, but because of the built-up pain she was seeing come out of him for what seemed like the first time since everything happened. She obviously knew that Daryl had a tough past, he was damaged. But she had never seen him so angry, so exhausted, so utterly broken before.

But he kept going, "Never sung out in front of a big group out in public, like everythin was fun. Like everythin was a big game... I sure as hell didn't force anyone else to do it with me even if she didn't want to!"

Just by looking at Beth's face in that moment, he could tell that finally, the last thing he said struck a nerve. Every other insult, every other snap to his words didn't affect her, but this he saw was something different. Turns out...Rose was both of their weaknesses.

Suddenly the walker for earlier started making a lot more noise upon hearing the screams from inside, and Daryl wasn't having it, "Sounds like our friend out there is tryin to call all his buddies!"

"Daryl, just shut up." Beth said through gritted teeth.

"Hey, ya never shot a crossbow before? M' gonna teach you right now, come on it's gonna be fun." he said while picking her up by her arm and dragging her outside.

"We should stay inside!" Beth tried to protest, trying to get out of his grasp as he only dragged her out the front door and down the stairs, "Daryl, cut it out!" she screamed.

He finally let go of her once they were close enough to the dead asshole, firing a bolt into its chest to pin it up against a nearby tree. Beth pleaded with him to stop as he continued to miss its head purposefully each time, trying to get the girl to shoot it herself so she could learn how to use his weapon. But he didn't stop. In his mind he was only getting started.

"Just kill it!" Beth yelled.

"Come on Greene, let's pull these out. Get a little more target practice." he said harshly, gesturing to the walker as it flailed around with bolts sticking out of its limbs.

She finally had enough, rushing past him as she took out her knife, bringing it down on the walker's head before Daryl could get to it himself. The snarls stopped instantly with the silencer of her blade, pulling it back out harshly as Daryl scoffed to himself angrily.

"What the hell ya do that for? We was havin fun!" he said.

"No, you were being a jackass!" she yelled back at him, "If anyone found my dad-"

"Don't," he cut her off, pointing a finger at her, "That ain't remotely the same."

"Killing them is not supposed to be fun."

His patience was diminishing as he suddenly got right up in her face, "What do ya want from me girl?! Huh?"

"I want you to stop like you don't give a crap about anything! Like... like nothing we went through matters, like none of the people we lost meant anything to you-"

"Oh, you got a lot of damn nerve sayin that to me." he cut her off again, "What do ya think I've been doin all this time?! Huntin for rabbits? No! I made a promise to her and m' keepin that promise...I don't care if it kills me."

"You can't even say her name! You're acting as if you're the only one who lost her, I lost her too!" she screamed in his face, before stepping back for a moment to collect herself, "That's one thing I know...right there." she whispered sadly.

"You don't know nothin." he spoke coldly.

"I know you look at me and you just see another dead girl. I'm not Michonne, I'm not Carol, I'm not Maggie...and I'm not Rose. I survived and you don't get it because I'm not like you or them, but I made it. And you don't get to treat me like crap just because you're afraid!"

His eyes narrowed at her as he got closer to her face, wanting her to remember his words well, "I ain't afraid of nothin."

But she didn't back down, "I remember...when that little girl came out of the barn, right after my mom, you were like me. Or the damn look on your face when you found Rose's clip, you were scared, you still are! And now God forbid you let anyone get too close."

"Too close huh? What about my wife? M' the one who got close to her, and m' the one who fuckin lost her! You would know all about that, ya lost yer boyfriend and can't even shed a tear! Your whole family's gone and all you can do is just go out looking for hooch like some dumb college bitch!"

She shook her head, "Screw you, you don't get it."

"Nah, you don't get it!" he barked back, "Everyone we know is dead!"

"You don't know that!"

"Might as well be, cause you ain't ever gonna see em again!" he yelled

Her eyes started to fill with tears, but he still didn't stop, "Rick...you ain't ever gonna see Maggie again! Just like I ain't ever gonna see my wife again! I haven't even come close to findin her, I might as well be chasin her ghost!"

"Daryl, just stop." she said calmly as she tried to grab hold onto his arm, watching as he only jerked away harshly.

"No! She's gone..." he said, more defeated than Beth had ever heard him, "She's gone...and I- I can't find her..."

She let out a soft breath as he continued to speak, "And your dad, maybe...maybe I coulda done somethin more..." he trailed off, feeling Beth finally come up behind him and wrap her arms around his waist in a hug.

He flinched at her touch and went to shove her off, but a certain feeling seemed to stop him. The simple gesture only reminded him of when Rose would do the same thing, giving him the gentleness he had never received from anyone else before. The gesture that made him feel safe. The truth was, he didn't have the energy to push her off of him, and he needed to feel some sort of comfort as he slowly broke down and cried. So, for the very first time...he let her stay.

Darkness now fell over the sky, the only light source being the moon shining down on their faces as they sat across from each other on the porch, drinking the strong liquor. As the hours passed, Beth suggested they stay the night here since the sun was already starting to set, and to her surprise, Daryl agreed. He was too tired to carry on today, too exhausted to even think about how far away she could be at this point. But again, it wasn't going to stop him.

Even though in the middle of their argument when he mentioned something about her ghost, he found he didn't mean that. Hell, he didn't mean a lot of the things he said. But deep down he believed she was still alive somewhere out there, trying to hold onto that little bit of hope that kept him going.

"I get why my dad stopped drinking." Beth suddenly broke the silence, leaning up further against the wooden pillar across from the man.

Daryl looked up, feeling the familiar fuzziness in his vision as he finally let his guard down a little, "Ya feel sick?"

She laughed lightly, "Nope. I wish I could feel like this all the time...that's bad."

"Yer lucky yer a happy drunk." he muttered, beginning to pick at his nails absentmindedly.

"Yeah, I'm lucky." she agreed, "Some people can be real jerks when they drink."

He nodded, "Yeah, m' a dick when m' drunk."

If Beth was sober, she probably would've held back on the comment that popped into her head, but she couldn't seem to stop it from falling out of her mouth, "Just when you're drunk?" she asked ironically.

He gave her a look, causing her to laugh a little in response, "I gotta good reason to be a dick right now, alright? Don't take it personal." he grumbled.

With the next look she had on her face, Daryl could only sense that she was about to ask something about Rose, causing him to quickly change the subject before she had the chance. His thoughts weren't running as clear, words just slipping out of his mouth a little easier as he began to open up to her a bit more than he ever would've thought.

He went onto tell her the truth about the things he used to do before the outbreak. How he and his brother would get into the most fucked up shit because he couldn't seem to stop following him around. How he was pretty much a nobody before everything...just some redneck asshole.

"You miss him, don't you?" Beth asked with a tilt of her head, silently referring to Merle as she watched Daryl nod his head subtly.

"Yeah." he said quietly.

"I miss Maggie...I miss her bossing me around." she admitted as she began to stare off into space, "And my dad...I thought... I hoped he'd just live the rest of his life in peace, you know? I thought Maggie and Glenn would have a baby, and he would get to be a grandpa. And we'd have birthdays, and holidays, and summer picnics. I even thought about...if you and Rose had a kid too...what that could've been like."

Daryl's heart flipped when she said that, though he let her keep talking. He was only half paying attention to the rest, the remainder of his mind elsewhere, wondering if he and Rose would ever get to become parents like they had talked about before. It was a strange and scary thought, him becoming a father, but it somehow seemed simple doing it with her right by his side. She always made everything so much easier, like life was worth living.

His ears perked back up when Beth went on to talk about how she thought her dad would've lived the rest of his life in peace. How she felt stupid for thinking something like that considering the world they were living in now, wiping a few tears from her eyes.

But Daryl just shook his head, "Nah, that's how it was supposed to be. I never thought I was stupid enough to fall in love...but she's just...perfect." he said, staring off into space with a certain glint to his eye that caused Beth to smile.

She sat up a little straighter, hoping that he would keep going. This was it, he was finally going to open up about Rose.

"I only knew her for a little while before I realized how much I liked her. She always made me feel all that stupid mushy shit, could make me nervous just by lookin at me...hell, she still can." he quietly admitted.

"Couldn't believe she actually wanted to be with someone like me...but I guess she always managed to see the best in me. She never treats me like m' less than anybody else, like my past don't matter to her. I guess I became a better man because of her. But...I mainly became a better man for her. She's just so good...and perfect and I...I fuckin lost her." his voice broke towards the end, causing tears to return to Beth's eyes as she shook her head.

"It's not your fault." she assured, "You've been working yourself into the ground trying to find her...you can't blame yourself for that." she said.

Daryl only nodded in response; he didn't trust his voice not to break anymore when talking about her. And it was true, he couldn't say her name. He didn't feel like he had to explain himself to her on why he didn't, not needing to give anyone an explanation about his feelings. But at the same time, he almost wanted her to know.

"I don't say her name cause I don't wanna," he started slowly, "I don't say her name...cause I can't." he finished barely above a whisper.

"It's painful...I get it," Beth said softly, "She was so kind. She was the friend I didn't know I needed until I had her. She always looked out for me ever since I first asked her to teach me how to play guitar. But I always knew she did it because she actually wanted to, not because she felt like she had to. She's like a sister to me now...and I know how much it hurts to lose her because...I know how special she is."

Tears were streaming down her face now as she too opened up more than she would expect, trying to pull herself together as she wiped her cheeks, "I miss her so much." she quietly admitted.

Daryl ducked his head down as he nodded in silent agreement, hoping Beth couldn't see his own tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. But even if he tried to hide it, she knew.

A few minutes of silence passed over them and they both just sat there thinking. Rose had become a big part of both of their lives, and Daryl now realized that's what they had in common, even though Beth knew it from the very beginning.

It started to come together for him that she was important to Beth too; how the girl was hurting just as bad at the loss. He knew he needed to take a step back, not be as much of a dick to her as he had been, even though it wasn't on purpose. It was just all the overwhelming emotions pouring over. But still, he made a silent vouch to try.

"She's still out there." Beth spoke after a moment, nodding to herself as if she believed it more than anything else in the world.

"...I know."

~ Thanks for reading!

Taglist - @justareader95 @hayley1998 @ryoujoking @sipsthecoffee @winterassassin1804 @marsmallow433 @catlalice @writingstreetspirit @silentlysuffering98

[ryxiez]

Lazy Day

Leviathan x gn!Reader

Super Fluffy, comfort, and almost tooth rotting

This is just a short fic I made while feeling touched starved

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You were not feeling your best today. The combination of school work and the chaotic brothers fighting all the time had your energy running low but your stress running high. Homework and tests were thrown at you left and right, almost like nobody could understand that a human couldn't comprehend this amount of work.

However, you knew just what you needed to fix burdening crisis.

*knock knock*

"What's the password." His voice called from behind the wooden door.

"The second lord... blah, blah, blah." You respond with a sigh, not wanting to play these kinds of games at the moment, no matter how many times you found it to be the cutest thing in the past.

"Fine, come on in." He said as you already had the door open, knowing that he wouldn't deny you access anyway. You were his one "true friend" after all.

You shut the door softly behind you as you entered the dark blue room. Your eyes remind half lidded while adjusting to the change in brightness and your over sized comfy clothes absorbed your whole figure. Levi didn't bother to turn around to look at you however, he stayed fixated on his gaming device in hand, playing something about fire and emblems.

"Hey Levi?" You said in a hushed voice, almost ready to fall asleep on the floor as you approached him in his classic gaming chair.

"Hmm?" He said while turning his head slightly your way, but his eyes were still glued to the action packed screen. Pressing buttons non-stop, he seemed unbothered by your presence, but on the inside he was panicking. Did he do something wrong? Did you never want to see him again?

"Can I please just cuddle with you, I need a little attention to help me rest at the moment..." You stated, getting straight to the point of your sudden visit. You didn't have the energy to beat around the bush anyways. Moving towards him, your hands spun around his gaming chair once he paused his game and finally looked at you.

Your hair was a little messy while you had the most comfortable looking outfit on. You could say he was jealous of your coziness, but he was too consumed in how cute you looked right now to even care. His heart melted and skipped multiple beats as his face became red in color.

"W- why would you come to a g- gross otaku like me? I bet I'm the least comforting person out there." He asks while he lowers his gaze, no longer looking you in the eyes.

"Levi, please don't say those things. You are the only person who can make me feel better right now... so please?" You said as you fiddled with your sleeves before reaching your arms out, inviting or asking the purpled haired demon for a hug

"O- ok." He stuttered as he finally set the gaming device aside and opened his arms up for you as well. Smiling, you crawled into his lap. Your arms snaking around his waist, bringing him into a tight hug.

You may have squeezed him a bit to hard at first and broke him for a minute, but soon he wrapped his arms around you in return. Resting his chin onto the top of your head, simultaneously rubbing small circles into your back. Taking a deep breath, he finally started to relax along with you.

His face still burned red from the close contact, but the biggest smile also rested on his face. It wasn't like he was going to admit it anytime soon, but Levi enjoyed your touch very much.

He loved the way he could listen to your heart beat if he tried hard enough. He loved the way his breathing would automatically start to match yours after a while of being in each others embrace. He loved how you came to him, out of all of his other brothers, for comfort and relaxation.

But most importantly he loved you and nothing could change that.

His hand continued to trace little shapes into the small of your back as you were already off in dream land. His touch finally putting you to sleep after the long day you had.

However, he soon felt him self do the same. Sinking into the cushion of his chair, he nuzzled his check onto the top of your head, his hold on you getting tighter as he breathed in your blissful sent.

Before he knew it, he was off dreaming with you by his side. You were the royalty and he was your knight in shining armor.

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[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

kdnfb's Ten Years of Fanfiction Mania

Featuring: Unmasked

Summary: Written under an Anonymous pseudonym ~M~ to fill the following prompt ~ Historical Katniss and Peeta hate each other. They attend a masquerade ball and for some reason end up kissing each other. Sparks fly everywhere. Katniss tries to find the man behind the mask but Peeta knows it was Katniss though he doesnt say anything. They end up bethrothed even if they 'despise' each other. How they fall in love is up to u and how katniss figured out it was peeta is up to u

Rating: E for explicit sexual content, explicit language, implied/referenced rape/nonconsensual (not everlark), implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced suicide, implied/referenced miscarriage, discussions of illness, war, and injury in a historical setting, ptsd, minor character death. They worst of these tags happens offscreen and is merely discussed and dealt with rather than shown here.

A/N: ~Unmasked~ is my longest fic in terms of word count (around 234k), although Outside Chance and Spellbound are not too far behind and are both incomplete. Unmasked started as something meant to be fun and cathartic, then turned into a ridiculously long and self indulgent fic that I still, to this day, have no idea if the anonymous person who submitted the prompt to @everlarkficexchange even read, let alone whether or not they liked it. But I love what I produced for this fic.

Why write it anonymously and only reveal myself later? A couple reasons. 1) Historical is not my wheel house. At least not writing it. I am a shameless consumer of historical romances. I did some research for this fic but not nearly the level I would've liked to have done. Eventually, I said screw it, it's about the vibes not the accuracy. 2) I had a pile of unfinished wips when I started this, to include Outside Chance and Spellbound (both of which are still unfinished hmmmmm) and I really didn't want a lot of questions about when I was going to get back to those while I was working on this because 3) I'd just gone through a small slice of writerly hell to the point that I seriously considered deleting my entire tumblr and all of my fanfic. Details are not important right now, the result is. That's probably the closest I've ever come to calling myself done with fandom.

Then this prompt posted to EFE and wouldn't leave me alone. Eventually, I decided that if I was going to write it, I wanted to write it with as little pressure as possible. So I chose to write and post it as ~M~ until it was finished. Plus, I thought it might make it fun for people other than me if there was a bit of mystery behind it. And I don't regret doing that.

Writing behind a mask allowed me to be as long winded and self-indulgent as I wanted to without worrying about how tight the storyline was or how accurate the historical details were, or wondering if I'd be walking into my tumblr and a barrage of the kind of messages I'd come to dread receiving. The only thing I worried about, really was if the amount and kind of smut I included gave me away prematurely lmao.

While this was my first real foray into the realm of historical fics, I am hoping it's not the last. I've got too many ideas and half started pieces to back out of it now. But those, like this one, will probably remain untethered to a specific real place, and a specific time, mainly because I just don't have that kind of time for research if I'm not getting paid to do it lol. They will be works of love if not works of accuracy.

Unmasked on AO3

[sinfulsalutations]

𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕤 ⋆*･ﾟ𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴄʜᴏ'ꜱ ɢᴏᴛ ʟᴏᴡᴋᴇʏ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ >.< ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴜʀᴛ/ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ᴄᴜᴢ ɪᴛꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇꜱ, ʏᴋ?

⋆ ★ ᴛᴡᴏ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ᴇxᴀᴍꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ! ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏꜱ. ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!!

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

Hunter

Giving: Words of Affirmation

Hunter can be really busy sometimes, and he never wants you to think he doesn't have the time to give you all the love he believes you deserve. He's always been the one to express feelings of gratitude or admiration more than his brothers. This is his way of ensuring throughout the day or week that you know he loves you and'd do anything for you, even if he cannot find the space to kiss or spend some real one-on-one time.

"You look gorgeous today." "Hope you're having a good day, mesh'la." "Just making sure you remember that I love you, okay? Don't forget it."

Receiving: Acts of Service

They don't have to be significant feats of strength or dedication; it can be something as simple as brushing a strand of hair out of his face, or something more time-consuming like a massage or cleaning his kit. It makes him feel like you understand the stress that comes with his intense lifestyle and is so loved that you make time to do these things for him.

I mean, this could also mean other certain acts... hehe...

Hey, some head wouldn't hurt 🤷‍♀️.

Tech

Giving: Gifts

Tech is all for making your life easier. And he'll put his great intelligence to use to create things for you to help with menial, day-to-day tasks. Things like clothes (he's picked up sewing over the years), little mechanics or contraptions, and other things in that vicinity are all things he might give to you. He'd even done it before you two got together. He hoped you didn't pick up on them; you didn't for a long time until slowly realizing that it was his way of wordlessly expressing his love for you, even if he didn't know whether you reciprocated. God did it make your heart melt.

Also *cough cough*... sex toys? Perhaps? 👉👈

Receiving: Quality Time

You don't even have to really talk or interact verbally (though he adores that time with you too). You can just be in each other's presence, sitting beside each other on the couch, or him on his datapad in the pilot's seat and you in the seat next to him. He'll have your legs entangled together, or one hand interlocked with yours as you both do something else. Those times are so important to him. He thinks it creates important physical bonds that strengthen your connection to each other. And it simply assures him that you do really enjoy spending time with him and wouldn't trade it for anything else.

Wrecker

Giving: Physical Affection

OK, well, we all knew this already. Hugs, cuddles, kisses, nuzzles, sex... all those things fall under this umbrella. He's just such an energetic and lively guy and doesn't shy away from physical affection with you, albeit anyone. He's always trying to find an excuse to hoist you up into his arms and spin you around, attack you with kisses over any expanse of skin he can reach, and maybe even pull you aside for needed cuddle time or other certain activities... You guys know.

Receiving: Physical Affection + Words of Affirmation

Baby boy LOVES when you reciprocate the physical touch, but he sometimes needs a little more... he won't ask it of you, and he doesn't want to seem selfish or needy, but Wrecker appreciates getting some praise so much. He didn't even realize how much he needed it until it comes out of you one day, and now he can't stop himself from craving it. Your words of confidence and love make him feel eons better about himself and remind him how lucky he is to have you and your love.

Also a bit of a vocal kink and praise kink, but... that's beside the point.

Crosshair

Giving: Quality Time

It's REALLY hard to tell at the beginning if he even is showing you love or affection. It takes you a while to realize that the time he spends with you is actually him expressing these feelings. He thinks his time is valuable and not something to be wasted on people he doesn't find important to him. So when he takes time to spend the day with you or will linger around you or at your apartment for longer, it shows how much he actually cares. It's his unconscious way of telling you how much he truly feels for you.

Receiving: Gifts

He feels loved with you gift him things, but not conventional sorts of objects like a watch or a trinket... he considers your mere presence a gift. Your body*, your kindness, your love, and devotion; Crosshair seems to be in constant awe that you would even consider gracing him with all the beautiful things you have to give. He feels so special that you chose him, even though he's inept at feelings and took so long to actually open up, you stayed and were endlessly patient with him. He knows how truly lucky he is.

*Goddayum, Cross, free use kink much? Just kidding, just kidding... but we all know this man is a dom out of necessity.

Echo

Giving: Acts of Service

He unknowingly did this since the beginning of your blossoming relationship; helping you put your kit on, clean things up, tie your hair up if it's long enough for that, or help with a knot on your shoulder. He, however, was quite unaware of how you noticed this. It makes you positively soft how he will dote on you and provide you with services. He's also totally the type to wash your hair in the shower together. And massage you.

And go down on you until you're pushing him off-

Receiving: Words of Affirmation

Well, this feels kind of obvious; Echo's been through a lot. He's still got lots of gripes on his appearance, his masculinity, and his identity as a clone and soldier, as well as just being a good partner for you. Those simple reminders throughout the day that he is loved and appreciated and he is just as much the man he was before Skako Minor (even more, in your opinion) make him fall asleep every night with a smile on his face. You've truly brightened his world in ways he hadn't expected ever since the citadel, and he never wants to lose the love you give him, ever.

tags: @starstofillmydream @pb-jellybeans @corrieguards @badbatchbabe @ladytano420 @jediknightjana

[saltydoesstuff]

Is this right? (Feral! Leo x Reader)

((All characters are depicted as 18+ unless stated otherwise)) Fluff, Cuddling, Leo attempting to give smooches (he has no idea what he's doing) ------------------------------------------------ At this point, they were used to the unexpected guests they'd find in their home. Moving upstate to escape the bustling city, they expected to have more peace and quiet. Well, it is a bit quieter at least. The weather had been awfully moody as of late, overcast skies and frequent rain showers kept the land moist and humid. Y/N loved the rain, but they could not deny that the lack of sun was starting to affect their mood. So, what better to cheer themself up by being wrapped in their favorite blanket on the couch with all their favorite snacks and binge watching all their guilty pleasure movies? It's not like anyone can judge them for it, they lived alone! Mostly.

What was supposed to be a self care night by themself quickly became a movie night with a certain red eared slider, after the smell of food had lured him into breaking into their house yet again. At least he didn't break anything on his way in this time. That they know of. Y/N and Leo were halfway through the second movie at this rate, the snacks they had laid out had been completely consumed (they wondered if the brothers ever got full at this rate. Like did they digest things faster or are they just always hungry?). They were still snuggled up in their blanket, leaning against the arm of the couch. They had seen this movie many times before, Y/N practically knew the lines. But Leo watched the screen intensely, his eyes a bit wide. Growing up in the wild, they assumed the brothers had never really seen movies before. Sure they had spotted some old CDs in Leo's pile of trinkets, or seen Donnie fiddling with a disk because of the holographic effect it gave off. But this must be the first time Leo had actually seen a movie being played. Hm. Maybe they should get them all together next sleepover for a proper movie night someday. Lost in their thoughts about how they should go about said movie night, they barely noticed the scene being played. It was a romantic scene, where the main character finally reunites with their lover after thinking they had died to the antagonist. They both rushed towards each other, meeting in the middle with a long awaited embrace. Leo watched the scene with wide eyes, taking in every detail he could. The body language, the tone of which the characters spoke to each other through tears and relieved grins. And the captivating kiss meant to make the audience cheer. He watched it all, his brows furrowing slightly in thought. His eyes flicked towards them for a moment, then back to the scene. This was a way that humans showed love towards each other, wasn't it? He had seen it plenty of times while people watching. Couples holding hands, giving quick kisses or more in public- if that couple was particularly confident. Leo had always made fun of the gesture in the past, not really getting what was so special about it. But now, sitting next to them. He was starting to understand.

Leo looked at them again, noting that they were no longer looking at the screen; but at their lap. They were thinking again. He wished knew what. The communication border between them had been driving him mad since him and his brothers had found this little human in their woods. And sure it had been getting somewhat easier to communicate over time, he still hated that there was so much left he had to guess. He wanted to know what they were feeling in this moment, being alone with him. He wanted to know if they felt the same fluttering feeling in their chest when they looked at him. He wanted to know if they stayed awake at night thinking of him too, or if they were reminded of him in the little things. If he plagued their thoughts like this human had plagued his. If they had to hide their hands from him so he wouldn't see their little fingers wiggle, so they wouldn't accidently get too distracted and reach out and tap him. Did humans even get that urge? He had never felt this way before, not before them. "Uhm.. Leo?" Leo blinked, snapping out of his own little daze. He had gotten much closer to them now, his hands cradling their head gently. His thumbs were brushing the underside of their eyes, his claws giving little taps when he reached the corners of their eyes. Y/N was flustered, their smaller hands holding onto his wrists in a soft grip. They looked confused and shy, gazing up at him with a look that was searching for answers. Leo blinked again, a bit slower this time. He let out a soft huff through his nose. Humans were so soft.. His human was softer. Leo leaned in closer, watching the way their eyes widened slightly. Their cheeks grew warmer under his hands. They didn't move, didn't struggle or try to pull away. If they had Leo would have let go immediately and pull away. The last thing he wanted to do was to scare them. But they didn't. He could feel their pulse underneath his fingers, it was faster than normal. Y/N could feel his soft breathing fanning against her face, his dual eyes seemed thoughtful. They saw him glance briefly at the screen one last time, then their lips. They felt their heart stutter at the implications. With a bated breath, Leo shut his eyes and closed the gap between them; pressing his lips against theirs. He's doing it! He's kissing them, just like the movies! He was showing his love for them the human way! . . . Snort- Leo opened his eyes again to see Y/N, redder than before but shaking- trying to hold in their laughter. He pulled back with a tilted head, making a confused chirp. They started to openly chuckle, their head falling forward and pressing against the top of his plastron. He looked down at them, perplexed. Why were they laughing? Y/N laughed softly, still holding onto his wrists. "W-was that a kiss?" They questioned through chuckles. Leo gave a low grumble and nodded, sounding a bit embarrassed. What had he done wrong? He kissed them! His brows furrowed, a small frown forming. He didn't understand why they were laughing at his display of affection. That wasn't the response he saw when he'd seen other people do it.. After a moment, Y/N had calmed down and lifted their head back up with a smile. "Kissing is more than just pressing your face against someone else's, you know." It was?? Leo blinked, looking more confused. He looked back to the movie, but the romantic scene had long ended. He looked back at them helplessly, his chirping reflecting that. What more went in to how to kiss someone? He did exactly what he saw. He gave a small gruff towards Y/N's amused expression, dipping his head down and burying his head into their chest to hide his embarrassment. They huffed a bit as Leo's weight came down of them, but brought their hand to the back of the turtle's head. Gently petting the scaley surface. "It's okay, bud. We can always try again."

[alwaysteveswife]

Apologies | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

a/n: this is something small and very little angst, but I liked it, so I decided to publish it 😃

After two months without an explanation to Steve, you decide to go out in the rain to apologize for breaking up with him.

Warnings: A little bit of insecurity, fear of abandonment, a little bit of angst.

Words: 620

It had been exactly two months since Steve and Y/N ended their relationship. No one really knew the exact reason why they broke up. There were rumors that Steve had been having an affair with Nancy, others said that he really just played Y/N for a bit of fun and then dumped her. Most, if not all, said it was all Steve's fault. How wrong they were.

He was always a gentleman. He was the kind of boyfriend who would cuddle you at night to make you feel protected, who would make bad jokes when he noticed you were depressed, who would cook amazing dishes just so you wouldn't ruin the kitchen. He was simply amazing, the problem was Y/N.

She has hundreds of problems, not physical, of course. She was never a very mentally stable person, it wreaked quite a bit of havoc on her social life. That's why, when she started dating Steve, she could only feel what little stability she had crumbling.

Y/N thought she was a mess, and he was so perfect. Her head was full of doubt. 'Why did he choose me? Does he want to play with me? Does he feel sorry for me? Will he have someone else?' Thousands of questions roamed her mind endlessly, making her feel small and insecure. She tried to hold on as long as she could, but there came a point where she couldn't take it anymore, and she broke up with him. 

Seeing him crying and shaking, asking her between sobs to stay with him, or to give him an explanation as to why she was doing that was by far one of the worst emotions she has ever had.

Remorse consumed her every day, without fail.

After they broke up there was a horrible tension between the two of them, dominated by the bitterness and hatred they pretended to have for each other. Snide remarks were common, especially when they were alone. Eye rolling had become an all too recurring gesture between the two of us, it was just suffocating.

That's how Y/N felt now, standing outside the door of the Harrington residence, waiting for Steve to open the door for her. Tonight had been too rough. There was a thunderstorm, thunder and lightning every 5 minutes, reminding her how it felt to be on the other side, as demobats tried to attack her and Eddie.

After a few seconds, the door opened, revealing Steve with slightly damp hair. He had a towel around his neck, and was dressed in his fleece pajamas. Y/N could tell his body froze as he realized it was her standing in front of his door.

"Y/N, what the hell are you doing here? You're soaking wet" He tried to approach her, but stopped himself when he noticed that the wetness on her face was not caused solely by the rain.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry, this was all my fault" She wrapped her arms around her body, feeling safer this way "I was afraid you'd get bored of me, that you'd realize I'm nobody, so I broke up with you so I wouldn't have to face that, but the truth is I miss you" She started crying harder, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders "And I know it's selfish, but I need you."

"Come here" He tugged at her, closing the door as soon as they were both inside "My parents aren't in today, do you want to stay? I have your favorite movie and there's leftover pizza."

"I think that's an excellent idea" She murmured, clinging tightly to him.

"I missed you too" he whispered in her ear, softly kissing her damp hair "I'll get the shower ready."

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[yaemilko]

🪷 [bonus] a little insight into ayato's character

-> ayato doesn't know about childe and lumine. it happened while he was away and they never mentioned it again, he knows that childe dated someone but hasn't made the connection.

-> ayato thinks y/n is completely over him for various reasons – back in chapter 9 she did say they were just friends, while he had the impression they could still be something more. he became sure of it once everything between scara and y/n happened.

-> he liked lumine – as a friend, that is. they got along really well and were cool with each other. at one point he started wondering if it could be something more but dismissed the idea at first. then he started confusing his jealousy towards y/n and scaramouche with his feelings for lumine, that's why he blurted out that he does like her in chapter 20.

-> he really wanted to be at least friends with y/n as they were back while he was away after their break-up. he was really hurt and disappointed when he saw y/n and scara in chapter 23. after that, he wanted her to feel at least one bit of what he felt then, as he thought she didn't care. kaeya was partly right in what he said about ayato's reasoning in chapter 29.

-> ayato thinks y/n and scaramouche are together or at least fwb.

-> in chapter 31, when y/n dared him to kiss lumine, he thought she was giving him the green light. the look of hurt that flashed briefly on his face was him realizing that it's the end and there really is no hope left. he gave up then. the smirk he pulled out right away was his go to poker face, he couldn't let anyone notice what he was feeling. in the middle of it all, he really just hoped y/n would say anything or show any sign of her being bothered by the whole situation.

-> lumine is his rebound. he's very confused with his feeling and admits he confessed to her on a whim and just went along with it. the "dates" they went on were platonic on his side - he really just tried to figure everything out. in the beginning he also hoped he'd see y/n more if he got closer to her roommate.

-> he's obviously very bad with communicating his real feelings, the only person he can be somewhat honest with is thoma. he loves all his friends very much but just doesn't want to bother them with trivial things. ayaka loves her brother dearly but doesn't dare meddle with his affairs unless he crosses a certain line and she snaps.

-> the reason why he came back is because he missed his friends and sister, and never got over his relationship with y/n. he didn't date anyone after they broke up either.

-> y/n and ayato remained friends after their break-up, they would occasionally text each other and talk about their days etc. y/n would tell him about some cute boy she saw on campus and he would tell her about girls his mom tried to set him up with, nothing ever really happened and they didn't give themselves the right to be jealous whatever the case was. that's part of the reason why he told her about lumine, the other part i mentioned before - he hoped she would be jealous, hurt or something.

-> when y/n and scaramouche hooked up ayato started thinking that all this time he was just a rebound to her. one part of him knew she wouldn't do that but the other was convincing him that the reason she had no reaction to him and lumine, and the way she could stay friends with him after the break-up was because of it.

-> after they broke up he checked up on her through ayaka, tho y/n never found out about that.

–> what y/n felt in chapter 31 he felt in chapter 23, but since the story is from y/n's pov we never really got to see his inner thought process and feelings. he went after her because he was really worried considering the amount of alcohol she consumed that night, and even though he was talking to lumine he payed attention to y/n the entire night. he always did.

–> all in all, he basically did suffer all throughout the smau we just didn't get the chance to see it from his pov.

-> him and lumine never really talked about y/n. while lumine knows deep down that y/n still cares about him (but choose to ignore it), she never had the guts to ask ayato how he felt, and he didn't start that conversation either.

–> (kinda) spoiler! future ayato will want to smack present ayato as much as all of us do ;)

-> (kinda) spoiler 2! as he cares about his friends a lot, he's gonna feel really bad when he finds out about childe and lumine. he also really regrets wanting to hurt y/n.

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ayato x reader social media au

SYNOPSIS what happens when your ex comes back from abroad and you realize you still like him, but as destiny likes to play with us all it just so happens that he starts getting closer with your roommate? what will you do?

a/n – a lot of people have asked me for an ayato pov since the smau started, and i figured i should finally do it since we're nearing the end. this is not his redemption arc! he did some shitty things and is continuing to do them in present time in the smau, i just thought he deserved to have his side of the story heard (after i've had my fun looking at you all hating on him for months 😋). with that said, the fact is that this entire mess would've never existed if both y/n and ayato just communicated properly.

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[justagirlsearchingforamuse]

Hello love, if you are taking requests would you pls write one on Aemond Targaryen x Y/n Targaryen (uncle/ niece) where they are enemies but definitely have a lot of sexual tension between the two. Maybe they have snuck around before and she’s scared of getting caught? Maybe he’s trapped her somewhere and they get into an argument and try to kill eachother but reader makes smartass comments like how it seems as if he’s lost one of his balls instead of his eye or how she prefers her husband to have all of his parts etc) and he starts choking her, realises she’s into it and then gets turned on himself. They end up fucking but it’s very raunchy with lots of choking, dirty talk, hair pulling etc etc

𝖑𝖆 𝖕𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙

it's always been there.

that tension that was followed by contempt.

for as long as you could remember, those emotions have been there.

you were princess rhaenyra's firstborn daughter, perhaps a year older than your brother jace but growing up it was in your nature to protect them. primarily from the rumors and tales, they spun about them.

you were quite a bit like your father, with a defiant nature in you and independent qualities that weren't imagined from you, especially as a woman. but you nor your parents didn't care. it was insignificant.

but no child went unseen or unloved, you had a dragon and managed to bond to the dragon that was meant for you, but rhaena and aemond had not. at least not yet but it was something that you and your brothers made fun of them especially aemond for. in your defense, you were a dense and smug kid who despite the tension between your parents wanted to be liked and be friends with your cousins. but not anymore.

but it didn't matter because aemond got his dragon.

the largest and most powerful in the realm, surprisingly.

but it gave him a boost in confidence, an ego, that he used against you and your cousins as well as your brother's. with cruel words that boiled over into a wild and bloody fight with your brother luke, slicing his eye to get him to stop. from that point on, he changed from a shy and blue boy who just wanted to be liked, to be seen, to a burning red boy with wrath in his gaze, who turned heads, and who was consumed with apathy.

with this change, your relationship only withered and wilted.

your job was protecting your brothers and you wouldn't fail that job.

you were more similar than either of you would admit but you didn't like each other at all. whenever he began to curl his lips into a smirk and poison oozed off his tongue toward your brothers, you stopped it.

'are we bothering you, uncle?' you would give him those fiery eyes, eyebrows furrowed, and not hiding your annoyance or anger behind a pretty smile. you notice how his expression grows sour for a moment before he squints his eye at you, silence once more as he thinks of his words carefully before returning his attention to your brothers.

to not give you the satisfaction of your questions or your words.

you question where did this hatred and sour relationship start?

was it the night your brother luke slashed his eye?

'god must you always long for these petty fights?' you'd exclaim at him, your heart thumping in your chest, and your breaths growing short as you turned to him with such contempt and annoyance. it's ravishing on you.

he can never quite give anyone else the same energy or even care the same amount as he does with making your blood boil and there's pride that swells within him when you finally boil over. knowing he's the only one who can set you off, who can make you tick, and he relishes and savors that pride that swells along with his ego.

it became his favorite hobby.

to drive you irate, to argue with you, to make your life just a little more frustrating.

you have so many questions about him amid your fury.

but it all comes back to where and how did aemond turn out this way?

'oh my god, how pathetic can you be?!' you'd exclaim at him when he manages to land a punch on your brother jace or when he pushes him back onto his feet, grinning like his shit doesn't stink. happened on your name day. before you could even open your gifts or eat your tasty cake.

he drove you crazy and you hated it.

he made you vulnerable to your emotions and becoming heir to the throne you have to be as strong as you can be to take on such a heavy position.

was it because of your grandsire? his father? he clearly ignored him and seemed to only share his love and care with your mother and her children.

'you need to leave us alone … or i swear to the seven heavens that i will be a fucking problem for you? do you want that?' you'd hiss at him, leaning in close to his face, you wanted him to feel all the anger and to truly just let whatever your relationship had become die. let it wither.

even with your witty retorts and ways of making his blood boil like no other, something was captivating about these fights.

but he didn't care. he just curled his lips into a smirk before leaning in closer and saying something that set you off entirely. it led to you smacking him with the back of your hand. as a response he pushed you up against the wall, now steaming with rage at the stinging sensation spreading across his cheek and he gazed into your eyes like he searching for your soul. the rhythm of your hearts beating erratically become a song.

his steals your lips in a sudden and hungry kiss, vulnerable to the heat boiling in his stomach and to his very human urges.

you wish you could say that you weren't weak to these urges.

but it ripened into an addiction.

you couldn't stop yourself from missing and aching for him, especially with how he made you feel. you can't understand what lured you into his arms, what left you still returning for the thrill he gave you and dealing with the shame that consumed and destroyed you after.

maybe you were like magnets? bound to each other. connected.

but you vowed to stop when you almost got caught last time, his hips slamming into you, your moans and heavy breaths echoing down the halls, it was a knight questioning if you were alright. then fear began.

seeped into you and you began evading aemond in worry of your life being ruined. he notices it, noticed how his days have grown dull without you around and swore to find you once more and find out what's wrong with you.

'may i be excused? i'm not feeling well …' you request from alicent, as she finishes her glass of wine, she lets out a sigh before answering. alicent has never really shared the same kindness towards you that she has for characters such as sir criston cole. you could sense her bitterness towards you, wearing it like perfume, and you can't blame her for it.

'yes, you may.' she answers, a frown on her lips as she returns her attention to her food. you can sense his eye on you, watching as you leave the room, he had been eyeing you throughout dinner, you had been waiting for him to start something but he remained quiet.

the thing was despite aemond's temper that could flare up in certain moments, he wasn't an idiot. he knew upsetting you could drive you away. so he remained quiet, many questions ran wild through his head and he knows he'll have to ask you later on at least before he grows impatient.

'i think i ought to rest …' you whisper, even forcing out a yawn before leaving the room, you just wanted to get away from aemond before something happened that you couldn't turn back from. it's silent at the dinner table once more, his nephews sit there, thanking the gods for a peaceful dinner. it was a bit unusual but they didn't think too hard about it.

he doesn't wait 5 minutes before he's thinking about following after you.

he can't wait until you're in your room, you may lock him out, and besides, he needed to be somewhere private with you. somewhere curious eyes won't wander.

'mother … may i be excused?' he requests from his mother, her eyes widen slightly at his request too soon after, holding her wine glass, she's questioning if it's something happening between you two.

she wasn't naive to the anger and contempt you shared for one another, however, she rarely if ever got involved in those arguments as it simply was a waste of time trying to get your relationship to flourish.

'what for, aemond?' she questions, cup in front of her, and brown eyes curious as to what was his reasonings for leaving the table. he makes sure to not make any sudden reactions, he answers as though nothing's happening.

' … it's just that i'm not hungry anymore' he answers, getting up from his chair and abandoning his meal in search of you, just as he can exit the room, his mother begins to speak once again.

'it's not an excuse to just leave, aemond …' she exclaims, expression shifting into that of doubt, aemond's cursing in his mind, before turning his body in his mother's direction. he keeps himself collected and calm and manages to come up with an answer, a sufficient one.

'i want to catch up on my studies, mother …' he responds calmly, digging his nails into the flesh of his palm.

'fine. … you may be excused …' she sighs, deciding that it's not worth her time to worry about what you two may be up to. besides she knew her son, aemond was incredibly different than aegon, less depraved. or at least that's what she thought of him.

it wasn't too hard to locate you, he had to listen to the whisper and murmurs along with the taps of your shoes. he followed behind, making sure not to notify you of his presence, you completely avoided your room in favor of somewhere with wine. somewhere you could think about your mistakes and drown in your worries and anxiety, maybe you were hoping to get drunk enough to forget it.

then you catch the sound.

slow and patient footsteps behind you, and your eyes widen for a moment before your blood began to boil and all you could do is scream curses in your mind.

he's everywhere you go.

and you fucking hate it.

'… what do you want, aemond?' you exclaim, loud enough for him to hear you and you stop all movement in your legs, you try to keep everything beneath the surface. you try not to let everything out.

but it's so tempting to let everything boil over.

there's an annoyed sigh that exits his lips, he walks to meet you up ahead, and all you can do is seethe and worry about the bubbling sensation of shame and worry that's doing nothing but consume you.

'why must you ignore me? … things were … swell …' he whispers in your ear as you both walk together, one hand on your wrist as he gets in your personal space, making sure that you hear every word that exits his lips.

you want to fight out of his grasp but don't want to draw attention to yourself as if aemond doesn't do that already. your face scrunches up, eyebrows furrowed, and a frown resting on your lips.

how selfish must he prove himself to be?

'must i treat you like a child? … things were not swell or good ever.' you hiss, trying to keep your voice down as you yank your wrist out of his grasp, showing nothing but a bittersweet expression. you both make a turn down a dark hallway, making sure that your steps are light and soft, and mindful of every sound. you hated creeping around the castle, especially with aemond who cared of no one's thoughts beside his mother's.

'must i spell everything out for you? … we gave each other pleasure. … you enjoyed it, i enjoyed it … i question where lies the problem' he murmurs, he remains calm and collected but he doesn't know how long he can remain that way. he's behind you, hands behind his back, and face slightly leaning towards your ear. you hated the way the hair on your neck stood tall with every whispered word and how tingles ran up your spine.

you shoot him another glare and your nostrils flare, and it's boiling and bubbling up again, those feelings of yours and you so desperately wish you wouldn't give a damn. but you weren't born that way.

the hallway is dim with little lighting and the walls become stone, with no windows, and certainly feels isolated which was perfect for this "moment".

'i wish we hadn't …! do you know that? that i don't like how i feel after said pleasure.' you exclaim, no longer having the patience to whisper, your eyes burning, and shame ringing clear after every word. he lets out another agitated sigh, following behind you as you come across a wooden door and the aroma of grapes began to quickly fill your nostrils.

you wish he would at least be worried or concerned if someone would find out about your little affairs that could grow into something bigger than it needed to be.

'hmm … all because of a feeling?' he questions, expression shifting into that of confusion which drove you up a wall and made you think he quite literally has no feelings. shutting the door behind him, your eyes wander to find barrels and casks of wine surrounding you and a table in the middle.

'look i'm not like you, asshole …! i feel things, and besides what happens if we get caught? what happens then, huh?' you exclaim, poking him in the same rhythm as your burn a hole into his eyes, your gaze is nothing short of intense and vigorous and he detests seeing that look in your eyes.

but he also can't help the fluttering sensation in his stomach or how he admires how well you can make his blood boil, how only you can get under his skin.

but he doesn't care what people think. he's aemond targaryen, a prince, second-in-line to the throne, a son of the king.

he knows the power he yields and he knows that if anything less than polite exits anyone's lips about the son of the king, they'll be taken care of.

'who gives a shit? i'm a prince, you are the daughter of a princess … daughter of a beloved princess and you're worried about words?' he scoffs after the words roll off his tongue, an icy glare he shares for no one but you. wearing your anger and contempt as natural as your undergarments, glaring into each other's eyes with contempt, you're tempted to throw the bottle of wine at him to shut him up.

then you hear a lock turning and your eyes widen, his lips curl into an even wider grin as you know that you are now locked in this wine cellar with the worst person you've ever met.

you move in closer towards him, in his face, fuming, and ready to tear him from limb to limb.

'what the fuck are you doing?! you can't keep doing this and expecting to still have me!' you exclaim, voice ringing with fury and rage, your hands forming into tight fists once more. your nails begin to dig into your skin, hard enough to begin to draw blood. he swallows, eye wide and glare frozen with wrath and contempt as it hurt more than you comprehend.

you never knew what it was like to not be wanted or still loved even though you were broken. you were loved despite how ugly you were.

'you wanted me and i dare you to try and pretend as though you didn't enjoy every inch of my cock.' he snarled, leaning in even closer, you're not phased, or at least you pretend not to be but every word now drove you irate.

pushing him up against the wooden door, you make sure he hears every word you want him to hear.

'you know you're a disgusting pathetic shit beneath your clock of fucking mystery and honor. nothing but disgusting and pathetic, you are.' you spat at him, breaths heavy and full, coming in as quick as you can and all you can do is keep him up against the wall. if you could you'd keep him there forever. you hated him but there's a question in the back of your mind asking why you even entertain him if you hate him so much.

you cannot bear to answer it.

neither in your mind nor out loud.

is that why you hate him?

' call me pathetic if you must but … from the moment we had fucked our relationship changed significantly. even then you should be so thankful … no man would ever desire a lady so liberated and so … so very slutty.' he taunted you, grinning like a cat as you could do nothing but react to his words and how diminishing they felt to you. he knew that it would hurt you and he didn't care, if anything he snickered, and everything boiled over.

you wanted to hurt him as he hurts you.

like how he hurt your brothers.

nothing mattered now but getting a reaction from him.

'fuck you. … don't you know i prefer my men to have all parts of them. how much of a hypocrite must you be … i doubt a woman wants to be wedded to a half-man' you smirk, grinning as you push him even more into the door, you watch as one side of his lip twitches and he demands every breath in him and it's moments without another word.

so consumed and filled with a fierce animosity that cannot be defined.

then you're suddenly being driven into the table behind you, stealing the breath from your lips, as you begin to push back on him, both of you now breathing heavily and glaring daggers at one another. as you try to push on his torso, he wraps his hands around your throat, halting your movement swiftly after. he's lightly squeezing your throat, you find your contempt and hatred begin to fade away, transforming into that of desire.

he watches as your cheeks swiftly flush darker shades of red, just as red as the wine that surrounds you, and your stomach begins to surge with heat and arousal that seeps out of you uncontrollably.

the fire in your eyes is no longer burning with contempt but lust and ardor. he sees it and quickly enough his wrath and anger melt away.

all you could think about was how much you hated how he made you feel.

but it didn't stop you from embracing him as his lips collided with yours, you melt into the kiss, vulnerable and helpless against your arousal and the ache that burned so intensely through your being. he's in between your legs now, tongue parting your lips apart, and your tongues become entangled in one another, leaving you tingling and hungry for more of the pleasure. he's groaning against your lips, sharply taking in a breath, as you take control of the kiss, leaving his lips for a moment just to return to them and devour them as if they were yours and yours alone.

wrapping his hands around your waist, he lifts you onto the table, placing you there and stealing your lips once again in an intense kiss, your body aching and begging for this arousal that's boiling inside of you to be released.

you could never deny or hold off on that need.

leaving your lips, he tears off your shirt with ease and all you can do is think about the heat in your stomach and the arousal in your cunt. you rush to get his shirt off, unbuttoning it sloppily and quickly, desperate to have him naked and inside you quickly. but unlike other times devouring each other, licking and tasting one another, you see nothing but the urge to be inside of you, to drive the point home that you are weak to him.

weak to his control.

weak to him.

he's unzipping his leather pants and releasing his cock, it's a familiar sight that leaves your undergarments wet with your arousal and aches for it, inside of you, in your mouth, you just need his cock. it's leaking with pre-cum already, long and slender, curved slightly at the top, and complete with a slightly rosy head as a result of the blood flowing down there.

he notices you staring and curls his lips into a devilish grin, relishing in his control, and closes the space between you with his hands wrapped around your throat again and all you can do is gasp and shudder at the sensations. hands clutching at his wrist as you are being driven into the middle of the table, your back against it, as he presses his hard throbbing cock against you, making sure that you feel what you have done to him,

just for this night.

'just a filthy little slut aren't you? you can't even be honest and admit your cunt loves me …' he purrs, leaning over you, cock throbbing at the sight of your expression as he lightly squeezes your throat, your flushed cheeks, parted lips, and low gasps of his name. his grin grows wider as he lets you go, afraid of what will happen when your face begins to turn blue. heavy breaths exit your lips as you lie on the table, he's swift to get your pants off you.

wrapping his hand around your throat once more to bring you up to meet his eyes, he slides his fingers in between your soaked folds, earning a gasp from you at the pleasure that travels through your stomach engulfed in heat. all she can think of is the pressure against her throat, her breaths short and swift, she's forced to gaze into his eyes and confront the desire and depravity that she's tried to keep in the shadows. his fingers move swiftly in and out of her, soaking his fingers in her transparent fluids, and drawing out gasps and whines from her pretty little lips.

she even spreads her legs wider for him, eyes fluttering closed as he pries gasps and moans from her lips, knuckles deep inside of her soaked cunt, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot deep inside of her that causes her hips to twitch and tremble.

'mmh … fuck … fuck … give it to me … give me more …' you beg and gasp, now rocking your hips against the swift movements of his fingers, waves, and waves of rigorous ecstasy enveloping you. then he squeezes even harder, picking up the pace and prying moans and gasps of his name from you. all you can do is clutch the ends of the table and desperately try to meet the swift movements of his fingers, all you can do is derive ecstasy from this pain and pleasure that he gives you.

'fuck~! i-i'm so close! give me r-release!' was all that you asked of him, thighs trembling, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach, as moans roll off your tongue from the waves of pleasure that he brings you. before you even realize it, he removes his fingers from your soaked needy cunt, not before drawing a yelp from your lips as he slapped your cunt. the side of his lips twitching in a smirk as he does it again, watching your body and thighs tremble and he's relishing how easily he can control you now.

that he's the one who can grant you pain and pleasure and that only he can give either of those things to you. that in the end, you're weak to your desires and lust for him and his cock alone.

'hmm … such a greedy whore, aren't you? … who do you think you are to beg for me to give you release? only i alone can grant you that … and i don't think you've deserved it.' he purrs, ending his words with a hum, eyes never leaving your gaze, he spins you around, quickly coming up behind you with the rosy head of his hardened cock in between your folds. your glossy eyes land on the countless barrels on the wall, hardened cock in his grip as he drags the head in between your soaked folds and realized how truly wet you were, dripping like water, and so hot. all he can think of is how it is his, that he did all that to you, and that

'so fucking wet for me, aren't you, whore?' he purrs in your ear, hot breath causing your body to shudder against him, he continues to drag it out entirely, slowly dragging his cock in between your folds. you shut your eyes when the foul word rolls off of his tongue and assumed it's better not to respond. then he smacks your ass, causing your body to jerk at the sudden stinging sensation that spread across your ass, your eyes slightly wide as you cannot bear to think of how dishonorable this is.

from your desires hidden deep within the shadows of how you ached to be used, treated like nothing, and having your control completely stolen from you. then he does it again, this smack stings even more, and then you grit your teeth, trying to focus on everything at once. the teasing he's doing to you when all you want is his cock pounding into you, and the words that strike shame and arousal into you, and the world outside of it.

' … shut up …' you whisper, before being pulled back towards him, your back pressed against his chest as he firmly grasps a handful of your hair, lips right by your ears as a low rumbling chuckle exits his throat.

'still trying to fix your lips to talk back to me, huh?' he whispers, taunting and displaying the control he has over you because you lack control of your urges and of your lust. all you want now is for him to fuck you. badly.

then he swiftly drives his hips in between your soaked folds, drawing out a breathless moan that leaves you twitching and trembling against him, he fills you deeply and sincerely, places you haven't even reached with your fingers. he hums against your skin, in quiet awe of how tight your walls are, sucking him in and enveloping his cock completely, then his hand moves from your hair back to your discolored neck. your eyes flutter at the sensation of his lengthy hardened cock inside of you, buried in you.

then he begins to snap his hips into you, it's not quick or swift but it's hard and uncaring, he drags his hips slowly in and out just to hit that spot deep inside of you as hard as he can. that bundle of nerves being continuously struck sends waves of euphoria through you, it's hot and relentless, leaving you whimpering and whining his name once more. his grasp remains for moments longer just before you're over the table, gasps, and whimpers being pried from your lips. he grunts behind you, unable to remain silent or keep his composure due to your tight soaking cunt.

' … i know who and what you are … you're just a dirty whore who thrives off of pain and pleasure. you're just a whore who should know her place beneath me.' he chuckles, grinning and smirking widely with pride as he swiftly drives his hips in and out of you, heavy breaths exiting his lips and his nails driving in your hips. there's a few chuckles here and there when he can catch his breath before a deep groan slips from his lips, his eyes flutter closed as he lets the waves of ecstasy wash over him again and again. now he's yanking you in his direction, holding you there with a tight fist, as he snaps his hips into you, lips curling into a thick smile at the whines and moans that fall from your lips so erotically.

he takes your earlobe in between his teeth, lightly sinking them into the tender flesh, he draws a gasp from you at the new sensation. his heavy breaths and low groans echo through your ears, a tingling sensation traveling up your spine at the sound. you squeeze your eyes tightly, gasping and shuddering at how deep he is, how fast he's going, and it all made you feel a frenzy of things. then he smacks your ass swiftly causing you to jump against him, skin stinging something awful as he continues to fuck you relentlessly.

god, it was so bad.

but felt so good.

'i want you to admit it … that you're nothing but a slut who aches and thrives upon the pain and pleasure i bring her.' he purrs in your ear, your stomach becoming tight like a fist as he only pushed you to see how much of a hypocrite you were. then there's a low rumbling laugh that exits his lips, he begins to roll his hips rather than snap them into you, compelling you to do as he asked or you may not get to finish.

he listens to the long whine that leaves your lips, right before his name rolls off your tongue in a series of low begs and whines, but all he wanted now was to hear that you are everything he presumes you are.

'p-please aemond …~!' you whine desperately, grinding your hips against his cock, desperation quickly fills you just as he once did, especially when you were so close to finishing. you dig your teeth into your bottom lip, frustrated once you realize that you would have to obey him. that you would have to suck up your pride because you are so desperate to have that earth-shattering orgasm. then he removes his cock from you entirely, eye moving down to the fluids in between your thighs, soaking them, your thighs trembling, and now he knows how desperate you are for him again.

he turns you around in his direction, forcing you to meet his gaze, to meet his prideful gaze that speaks louder than his words, fingers wrapped around your throat once as he leans in closer to your face. your body trembling as he slides his fingers in between your thighs, taking his time before he reaches your throbbing clit. holding your breath and squeezing your eyes shut, he squeezes the sides of your throat, urging you to say it.

'i won't tell you again … admit it …~' he purrs, fingers moving in tauntingly slow circles around your all too sensitive clit, and finally you decide to swallow your pride and give him what he wants. it leaves a bitter taste on your tongue and your stomach churning at what he's doing to you.

you love it, crave it, and live for it.

but all it does is make you weak and leave wallowing in your guilt.

'i'm a … fuck … i'm a w-whore~!' you say meeting his eye, your eyes glossy and soft as you look up at him, he senses how the energy has changed within you, completely submissive and dependent on him giving you an orgasm. you watch as his lips twitch before curling into a long smile, then he wraps his hands around your waist putting you in the middle of the table. he swiftly moves in between your legs and spreads them wider, then he drives his hips back into you, a sudden gasp exiting his lips as he is still getting used to how utterly wet your cunt is. he leans over you, wide eye gazing down at you with pride that clouds them.

god, he didn't know how much you loathed him.

'that's all i wanted from you. i shall reward you for such … obedience~.' he purrs, rolling his hips inside of you, low groans and gasps rolling off your tongue, slow waves of bliss traveling through your stomach. his hands wrapped around your thighs as the table jerks and moves with each thrust of his hips along with his. whining and writhing beneath him, his name leaving your lips again and again, as he gives you nothing but bliss and at the same time it feels all like so much. your entire body's tingling and throbbing because of him. he begins to snap his hips into you, your walls sucking him like a vortex, fluttering and throbbing around his cock, and he's desperate to not come inside you so quick.

his lips tremble as he closes the space between you, now skin to skin, he's buried his face into the crook of your neck, and he's groaning in bliss, drowning in the same ecstasy as he gives you. sucking and nibbling against your skin, you gasp his name, embracing him with a need for closeness. he keeps lightly hitting that sweet spot in your core, drawing screams from your trembling lips at the ecstasy that sparks throughout your entire being. obscene wet sounds echo through the room, it's enough to make your cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, you keep him close and for this moment all you want is him and him alone.

'fuck~!' you gasp, hands clutching fistfuls of his hair, his hips now cruelly snap within you with heaviness, each thrust of his hips deals a great deal of bliss that leaves your body trembling and fluttering beneath you. especially your thighs, you notice his groans turn into soft gasps, forehead pressed against yours as his hands move up to your neck, your nails dig into his smooth skin, heavy breaths and wanton moans fleeing from your lips. the knot in your stomach grows ever so tight and your heartbeats grow heavier, relentless waves of ecstasy wash over you again and again. you throw your head back, eyes squeezed tight and your eyelashes become damp with your tears, and everything's just bursting.

he squeezes the sides of your neck, focusing on speed, he drives his hips into you at a swift speed, so swift, and his lips slowly open wider as he's overwhelmed with the wet heat that engulfs his cock entirely. he's gasping softly and shutting his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth as his stomach grows tight with heat and all he wants is for that feeling to disappear. to be replaced with a sensation of pure euphoria.

'i'm c-close~! oh, aemond! give it to me~! fuck!' you whine, your thighs trembling erratically as it all comes undone, your words become stuttered and incomprehensible as your orgasm demolishes you, engulfing you in its effects. you hold onto him so tight and he's all that matters right now.

'i'm close … come with me … come on my cock with me … oh~!' he's gasping and panting against your sweaty skin, his cock throbbing inside of you as he comes inside of you. it's hot and plenty and you both spend these moments enamored by the feelings that flee you just as quickly as it came. there are no words once the spell wears off, he gets off of you, quickly putting his pants on and getting clothed, you watch him with bittersweet eyes. there's a dirty feeling that swiftly replaces the bliss that once engulfed you, he leaves with no words but you catch a glimpse of his lips curling into a smirk. there's a sigh that leaves your lips once you're alone, naked and feeling less than how you began.

you still hated him.

just a little less.

[malleleothreesome]

I just wrote a scenario so dramatic, I had to come here and contemplate my life choices in a diary-like manner. So that's what this is. Don't mind me.

I have to break Malleus' heart for this sake of this super steamy, sexy Leona smut I'm writing. I mean, technically I didn't have to break Malleus' heart just to force the reader into sex with a jealous, angry Leona. But I wanted to up the stakes of Leona's jealousy and anger by having him directly interact with Malleus and reader prior to the smut.

And now that I've had the three of them interact... well... tensions are high and someone might die and Malleus needs to be let down gently, alright??? Because he's precious to me.

It was supposed to be a humorous scene. Leona was supposed to have some really funny dialogue teasing Malleus and calling him mocking nicknames. I mean, the "funny" dialogue is still there but now it's surrounded by the intensity of Malleus' wrath in realizing that not only is he unable to be with the one he is pining for, but the guy who does is literally standing there mocking him... oh, what have I done? I'm at 4.4k words already.

Like someone comes up to me and they're like: Hey Erica. Write reader getting fucked by a jealous, angry Leona.

And instead of being like: 📝 [Jealous Angry Leona Sex] ✅ complete

I'm like: 📝 [Establishing reader and Leona's flirtationship with lots of paragraphs explaining how horny they are for each other, trying to set a smutty mood. A little mental foreplay to prepare the reader for the actual smut scenes, if you will]

📝 [Announcer voice: We interrupt your horniness to bring you a dramatic showdown between two furious, powerful, possessive Princes who will stop at nothing to have you (oh but Leona is also lowkey groping you because we have to try to keep some semblance of smut)]

POV: You're Erica and your penchant for the dramatics causes you to create the most extreme emotional responses in every scenario, while also pushing characters to act in a canon complicit way. So now you've allowed Leona to egg Malleus on to the point where like, Malleus wouldn't even hesitate to smite Leona where he stands (except for the fact that Tsunotarou probably doesn't want to traumatize his beloved child of man. Probably.) Also because you're Erica, you love Malleus dearly and you can't just walk away and let Leona fuck reader without writing some sort of dialogue that makes Malleus feel a bit less hurt. Thus, continuing to delay the smut—you know, the entire point of this request.

📝 [Projecting and writing in extreme detail how sympathetic reader is to Malleus' loneliness (Leona voice: *shocked gasp* in MY smutfic? the audacity.) Realizing that I can let Malleus down gently while ALSO sticking with the plot because Leona's gonna be like, why tf are you being so nice to him when you literally chose me??? You don't owe him anything??? Come inside and pay attention to meeeee (Reader: It's because I don't want you to DIE, dumbass.)]

📝 [Jealous Angry Leona Sex???? Like is there anyone still horny at this point?????]

The worst is that, as a smut consumer, I'm the type of person who wants to get STRAIGHT TO THE SMUT. I'm a porn without plot ENTHUSIAST. I'm a hypocrite!!!

But as a writer, I am a no plot holes, all scenarios completely fleshed out, smut completely established before starting. Or I can't sleep at night.

[chronurgy]

13, 6 and 8 for your durgetash!

What's your personal favourite flavour that you find yourself gravitating towards? Not necessarily what sort of stuff you publish or smth, but what you personally consume like a starving man in a desert and rotate in your brain? The kinky shit, the domestics, the gore and horror attached to them, star crossed lovers vibes?

Ooo. Ooo that's hard. I think it's a combo of the gore and the horror and the terror and the want and the love and the sense of almost, almost hanging over the whole thing. Like one of those short stories that strings out this beautiful web of what can or might be and then sets it all on fire and leaves you wondering. There should be something there, whether it's love or need or obsession, but there needs to be something under all the layers. It should all be very disquieting.

What's the most wholesome hc you have for them? Something they did, a particular approach at bonding, just them being disgustingly soft once? Some good old hand in hand vivisection?

For Vesper and Gortash it's that they both genuinely like one another. They're startlingly well suited, they talk about each other's interests, they work on projects together. They push each other to greater heights. It's just that that isn't great for the rest of the world lol (and there's a fair argument that it isn't good for them either, though I think both of them are well beyond that point anyway)

How does each of them view death and dying? Does Gortash hold a similar approach to Durge or is Durges view on death a bit warped, to put it lightly?

I think Gortash sees his death as failure (both of bane and of his own ambitions). If he dies then he is nothing, has nothing (just like his parents said). I don't think he gives much thought to the meaning of death for other people. Death is useful, death is a tool, but he has no real sentiment towards it, it's just another state people might enter.

Vesper sees death as a boring inevitably for other people. Those people will die, either naturally, unnaturally, or as part of the plan. That's all there is to it, no need to fuss about it. I don't think they ever really think much about their own death beyond the one at their own hand at the end of the world. They don't really believe anyone else to be capable of killing them. I think they might see that final death as..... Respite, almost? It would be finished, the world dead at their hand. They succeeded, there are no more demands to be made upon them and perhaps they might be left alone to their studies (they know it almost certainly wouldn't work out like that). But that's all complicated by Gortash's existence because he shows them the world doesn't have to be a string of dull days with little to differentiate them, it can be something thrilling. And that makes that final death seem less appealing, less a respite and more an end to... well.... being alive, the whole world spread out before them for the taking.