#mongrel behavior

[dirty-trash-mongrel]

DID YOU KNOW THAT GLITCH INVENTED LESBIANS

[eyes1nthewoods]

i actually love ria so fucking much

[hazbin-a-helluvamagines]

How bout angel dust, Verosika and Alastor with a puppy hybrid s/o? Like, they have puppy ears and tail and has some dog like tendencies?

For example: they love to bite and play with dog toys,they bark and growl, they LOVE headpats and being called "good boy/girl"

You can remove 2 characters if it's too much.

"Good Puppy!" ; Alastor, Angel Dust, Verosika Mayday

I'll be honest here: I have no idea how you got this to happen, because this man absolutely HATES dogs, and therefore hated you when he first met you. And he's honestly quite possibly the worst one to be with as a puppy hybrid.

He was exceptionally cruel, calling you a "mangey mongrel", a "rabid mutt", and just about any cruel name for a dog under the sun.

Will try to make you act more human. He'd despise your dog features. Dogs remind him of his death, and that's something he'd rather not deal with.

If you've managed to start dating him, he'll be slightly more polite, but still make his distaste for those features very apparent to you.

"S/O, must you constantly be wiggling that furry abomination?"

It isn't that he means to be mean, but, well, in some primal way, you scare him, and he doesn't know how to cope with feeling that helpless.

If you growl or bark at him, you will ROYALLY piss him off, and he will actually need to leave to avoid either lashing out at you or having a mental breakdown.

Fortunately, with enough time and patience, he will eventually calm down and begin to regard you as safe, and not someone he needs to fear. Then he'll become noticeably kinder to you.

"Well, aren't you just a dandy little pup! Excited to see me, hm? Such a good boy/girl~."

He may have started off cold, but he's trying to be better for you now.

He isn't sure how he feels about dog toys and the like, but hey, he's a literal cannibal and serial killer, who is he to judge? As long as you're having fun.

Eventually, he'll begin to give you those headpats you so crave, realizing how happy it makes you. He can stand a bit of discomfort for your sake.

But seriously... please don't bark or growl at him, he still doesn't like the moment of panic he's forced to feel when that happens.

He wouldn't do it to you, so don't do it to him. That's his one boundary with your dog-like behavior/appearance.

Oh boy. He'd be the one constantly flirting and teasing you for your traits, but in a loving (and very NSFW) manner.

"What's with the tail, Ears? Got a pet play kink or somethin'?"

When he finds out you ACTUALLY enjoy being called a good boy, that actually sets off every single one of his teasing instincts.

Every single day, you'll hear a joke about you having a praise kink, purely because it makes Angel laugh.

But he's only teasing, of course. If you actually tell him you're uncomfortable, of course he'll stop. The last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable with him.

He'll also get you dog toys and chew toys if you find them fun!

And his absolute favorite thing to do is pet your ears and ruffle your tail, especially if they're as fluffy as his chest is! He finds the sensation soothing.

If you growl at him, chances are he'll growl back at you just to mess with you.

Or he'll make a claw motion and do the little "rawr~" thing because he finds it amusing how you react when you don't know how to respond to something.

He'll also definitely tease you if your tail ever wags.

"That a tail or are ya just happy ta see me, baby boy~?"

He's a tease but... very sweet. Toward you, at least.

At first, she didn't really see the appeal of dating a puppy hybrid. She treats Vortex like a guard dog, and she initially expected you to be the same.

But of course, who could resist a cute puppy? She quickly warmed up to you, finding you absolutely adorable. Whereas Verosika is sultry and seductive, you were cute and innocent, and she loved that about you.

She'd often find herself petting your head and telling you what a good boy/girl you were, seemingly without actually consciously meaning to. She just couldn't resist, the puppy eyes were too much for her!

"Aww, S/O! Such a good boy/girl! Who's my good boy/girl? You are! Yes you are!"

Yeah, even after you start dating, that doesn't change. She still calls you that, but her affections now run even deeper.

As in, she buys you a LOT of dog toys. A lot. She doesn't know why you love them so much, but she knows she wants you to be happy, because you absolutely deserve it.

She's also greatly amused whenever you bark or growl, but shh, don't tell anyone. That isn't part of her persona!

Sometimes, when you're cuddling, she'll wrap her tail around yours and slowly wag them both, since she knows it both stimulates you and expresses affection.

She'd also probably use your barking and growling to her advantage to scare people she doesn't like off. Nine times out of ten, it works. Dogs can be pretty scary when they're not being friendly actively, and puppies are no different.

"That was amazing, S/O. You really know how to scare a little bitch off!"

You didn't really mean to scare anyone, but you were happy Verosika was happy.

She did send that person an apology note at your insistence, though, luckily.

[tragedybunny]

Astarion head cannon! If your tav has any artistic ability (or none and is learning) imagine if he found you drawing his face a bunch to try get a good image of him to share. Pre act 2 where he believes you actually love him and he loves you. Just seeing this person doing something purely for him confusing and scaring hin but feeling too nice to want to run from.

So I had to turn this into a little story, it was too good.

What The Heart Sees - Astarion x F!Reader

You've been acting suspicious and Astarion is going to get to the bottom of it.

You'd been acting ever so slightly strange around him. He hasn't put the pieces together yet, but Astarion knows something is going on with you. The thought fills him with a little dread, he's worked so hard to get you on his side, to have someone to keep the others from turning on him. Now it might all be slipping through his fingers. 

Whatever was happening, he needed to bring it to a halt and get you back to your regular sweet devotion to him. The first step was interrogating your companions. Lae'zel and Shadowheart of course saw nothing wrong with your behavior. "Maybe she just needs a rest from your fangs at her neck," Shadowheart snipped and Astarion considered giving her neck a try one night before stomping away. 

Gale and Karlach at least confirmed his suspicions. As usual Gale was too worried about exploding to be much help, but Karlach, dear Karlach tried to be helpful. "We're all going through a lot. Maybe she's just tired Fangs." So, there was something going on with you, but no one seemed to have any clue. Maybe the Mind Flayer transformation was actually happening just very slowly, he shuddered at the thought. 

This situation clearly called for some less wholesome tactics. Stealth and spying on you, for now, maybe violating your trust and rummaging through your stuff as well. That night he crept to your tent after everyone had retired, there was still the faint glow of a light spell illuminating it. His intent had been to stop and listen, see if could find an angle to glance in that wouldn’t expose himself. Quietly, he made it near the entrance, perfect, you were unawares. There was a book cradled in your lap. Perhaps you’d found some arcane knowledge you were unwilling to share. He hadn’t thought you were power hungry, but maybe he’d misjudged. Reaching over, you picked up a piece of charcoal. Interesting, he leaned forward. “Woof.” Scratch was on top of him, wagging his tail, and he was laying the dirt outside your tent. 

You jump up, clearly startled, and he wanted to gut the stupid beast. But he saw where you tucked that precious book as you leapt up. “Astarion!” You were standing at the opening of the tent, looking down at him with concern. 

“Hello my Sweet,” he tries his best to still somehow be charming while pushing Scratch off him. “I uh, saw you were up and wanted to check on you but Scratch is apparently in a playful mood.” 

“Oh Scratch! You haven’t had enough attention huh?’ You reach out to pet the mongrel and talk softly to him as Asatrion pushes himself out of the dirt. “I was just reading, sorry to disturb you.” 

“No worries Darling,” he gives you a perfunctory peck on the cheek before heading back to his tent. It was all working out anyway. 

The next night comes and he’s ready, Scratch has given him quite a bit of inspiration. Discreetly Astarion leads the heap of fur to the edge of the camp, the ball he had dragged in from somewhere tucked in a pocket. “Come here Scratch,” he hisses, waving it around, getting his attention before chucking it off into the woods. The animal follows excitedly. Astarion isn’t sure where it went and he doesn’t care. Scratch is more a rival for your attention than anything else anyway. 

After a couple of minutes he finds you at the campfire, blissfully unaware. “Has anyone seen Scratch,” he asks, as innocently as he can manage. 

“Oh no,” your eyes quickly scan the campsite, “he must have wandered off.” You seem so distressed, he almost feels guilty. But this is his survival on the line. “Maybe I should go look for him.” 

“Do take Halsin my Dear, he’ll have the best chance at tracking,” and one less person around camp to watch. 

“Right,” you nod, standing and trodding off to the Druid. 

No sooner are you gone then Astarion is creeping into your tent when no one is looking. No light needed, he sees everything perfectly, including the little pack you shoved your book in last night. Victory. He wrests it from the spot under your pillow and plops down on your blankets to study it. What forbidden knowledge rests inside. The worn cover flips open to…

Sketches, sketches of him specifically. Not that he remembers what he looks like, but the clothes give it away, along with the poses, moments he remembers. Him, you’ve been drawing him. He continues to flip through the book, more bits of him, frozen in time, and the technique improves. Why are you doing this? The mirror, he remembers, being upset about not seeing his reflection. 

Sitting there in stunned silence, he feels an unpleasant weight in his chest. No one has ever done anything like this for him before. It’s…kind. Not that you’ve ever been any other way to him ever. Gods, what is he even doing, maybe he should just…

“Astarion!” Slamming the book shut, he jumps up. “Hello Darling, I-”

“You ruined the surprise,” you scold, looking so dejected he somehow feels worse than he did a moment ago. 

“I’m sorry, I was curious. I saw you with it the other night. It’s amazing though,” he tries to placate, guilt an emotion he’s buried for so long, but fear is there as well. Fear he’s crossed a line you won’t tolerate. 

Bending down, you retrieve the book from where it landed. “I was hoping to get something I was pleased with to show you, but I suppose it will have to do for now.” 

“Really, you shouldn’t bother so much with it,” you look up at him so sadly he quickly adds, “you do too much for me already. But I do appreciate this gift.” Impulsively he pulls you close and kisses you quickly before letting you go. “Is this really what you see? 

“That and so much more.” The way you stare at him with adoration, the way you always treat him so sweetly, the way he suddenly wants nothing more than to stand here in this tent forever, basking in you, it’s all becoming too much, he could almost swear he had a pulse to hammer in his veins. Hells, what has he gotten himself into with you? 

[hitomisuzuya]

Threesome hybrid brainrot. CatHybrid! Scaramouche x fem!reader Fox hybrid!Childe x fem!reader. Smut. Yandere!Scaramouche. Possessive and obsessive behavior. Cunilligus. Biting. Degradation.

As promised, here is the third in the series. Best of luck to everyone wishing tomorrow❤️

Your head was resting in Scaramouche's lap. You could tell how irked he was. His eyes were narrowed in a lethal glare at Childe, who was slotted between your legs, his tongue ravenously working over your cunt.

He wanted to shove his fingers into your mouth, hating that you were moaning for that ginger fox shithead instead of him. His cheeks were flushed, his cock hard watching you thrash and squirm in the throes of pleasure, rolling your hips up into Childe's mouth.

Scaramouche knew Kunikuzushi wouldn't be able to handle watching someone else fuck you besides himself and Wanderer, so he had Wanderer take Kunikuzushi out for the day.

He swore Childe actually whimpered when you tugged on his ear, pressing his face further into your cunt. He wasn't going to deny you what you wanted, but he couldn't stand Childe.

Ever since he got here, Scaramouche swore he saw Childe with his cock shoved down your throat at least twice a day, thrusting sloppily into your mouth while he moaned pathetically. He sounded a lot like Kuni.

And he would be damned if Childe was going to get you to himself yet. Even if this was his first time fucking you, Scaramouche wanted to be there. He didn't let Childe so much as touch you until he had marked you up first.

Childe had to know you were his mate first.

Scaramouche rolled his eyes. Childe slurping on your cunt sounded obnoxious. "Control yourself, mongrel," He hissed.

Childe held your cunt against his face, squeezing your hips as his nose nudged over your cunt. His tongue swept inside. His tail flicked, his tongue swirling between your walls in a way that made you see stars. "She tastes so good," His moaned in bliss, his cheeks flushing when you walls clamped around his tongue. "Fuck, she's getting ready cum.."

You were. Crying out, your fingers dug into his scalp, your release gushing onto his tongue. Scaramouche put a hand over your mouth, muffling your cry of Childe's name. "Quiet, slut," He growled.

Sitting up, Childe wiped his mouth, and took Scaramouche's hand off of your mouth so he could kiss you just as sloppily as he had eaten you out. "Let's see if I can make you cum harder, my girlie," He said gleefully, sucking on your tongue as he pulled away.

"Wait your turn, mutt," Scaramouche put a hand on Childe's forehead, pushing him away from you. He glared at Childe when he growled. "Be lucky I even let you lick her cunt first." Lifting your head off of his lap, he crawled on top of you.

The force with which Scaramouche thrust his cock inside of you made you gasp, breathless. You still hadn't come down from your orgasm yet, his cock nudging firm against your sweet spot. Your loud moan bled into a scream of pleasure.

"That's it, let him hear you scream for me, whore," He groaned, roughly thrusting into you every time your walls clamped tight around his cock. You wrapped your arms around him, clinging to him, hooking your leg over his hip.

You are his, and you would cry louder for him than anyone else, Scaramouche always made sure of that. "Fuck, this slut is going to cum already," He groaned, his fingers pinching anf pulling on your nipples for extra stimulation, determined to make you cum harder than Childe had.

The way you screamed his name when you squirted on his cock sounded heavenly to him. His claws digging into your skin, Scaramouche shushed you when you whimpered from the dull ache of overstimulation. "Shhh, I'm close to cumming in your whore cunt, don't worry," He cooed taunting, laughing when you begged for it between broken moans and sobs of pleasure.

Your noises were only winding Childe up, his cock throbbing to be buried inside of you as he jacked himself off.

He could barely stop himself from grabbing you, pulling you down the bed to him once Scaramouche fingered his cum back into your cunt. He smacking a hand against your still throbbing clit in praise for taking him so well. The hybrid cat's smirk was so smug.

"Shit, your cunt feels as good as your mouth," Childe's body shuddered in pleasure, slowly pushing his cock inside of you. He started thrusting relentlessly once he bottomed out inside of you.

Childe bit into the other side of your throat, sucking a deep bruise as he slammed his cock inside of you. You are his mate now to, he had to leave his own marks on you.

He whimpered and moaned, muffled into your neck, his tail swishing excited from how tight you were clenching around his cock. Childe he had been aching to cum inside of you since you'd first come to see him at the sanctuary.

And now he finally had you underneath him, enjoying and relishing in your sounds and pleading cries as you clung to him.

Childe couldn't stop thrusting inside of you until his cum painted your walls white. Even better he made you cream on his cock the moment it throbbed his cum inside of you, your eyes half lidded in a haze of fucked out bliss.

[kwop-kilawtley]

I GOT WAR FLASHBACKS FROM THE REDDIT MENTION OMG-!!

Fuck Twilight reddit tbh. Twilight tik tok is right up there too but I at least encounter some team Jacob accounts that are popular and clap right back in the comments so thats at least smth 😭

istg there's so much coping and bending over backwards to defend their favorite white cullenizers lmfao 🥴🥴

"he's frozen at 17!!!" yeah but he's been 17 for DECADES. if he had time to get medical degrees then you'd think he'd know better than engage in creep behavior. Also, Jacob is 16 and unlike Edwin, has only been 16 for an ACTUAL while. But sure, keep defending the 100+ year old "17 yr old" vampire who had all that time to learn is supposedly soooo "mature" vs the 16 yr old who's an actual teenager.

"he learned from his behavior/prejudices!!" bitch WHERE?? even after he claims to Bella he's "learned", he STILL calls Jacob dog, mutt and mongrel even at BD, does NOTHING to stick up for Jacob/the pack when the visiting vampires look down or insult them. FUCK the cullens for that. If they were smart they'd get together literally ANYWHERE else, and NOT anywhere near where the tribe who's people are forced to shift when vampires are around. "B-but Alice's vision says they'll gather there! 🥺" Change the meet up, then!! It's not like the Volturi will leave you alone if you don't show up! Dumbasses.

"jacob assaulted bella and kept forcing himself to her when she wasn't interested!!!" this one makes me laugh the most tbh. They ALWAYS use the Eclipse KissTM as a gotcha every time someone even says they're Team Jacob or defends him. Also, so many of them revise history to where they act like it was Jacob who kept pursuing Bella in New Moon when really it was BELLA who went to him FIRST (with the intention of using him for the bikes to feed her Edward delulus), and it was BELLA who kept leading him on (btw, twilight reddit also copes about how she "didn't" 🙄) and didnt set firm boundaries. Then again, most Team Edweirdos skip New Moon and only read the "vampire parts" so it's not our fault they conflate Eclipse (where Jacob actually disrespects boundaries in some parts) and New Moon (where he's being an honest friend). Maybe don't make up events against Jacob if yall dont know what your talking about!! 🥴🥴

sdkjhkjrwiu sorry for the longish rant it's just,,,The mention of Twilight reddit opened the flood gates for me lolll

also, it's funny how a lot of hardcore Team Edward weirdos bend over backwards to defend Bella's bland ass characterization and Smeyer's writing. 🤓

CULLENIZERS!!!!! HOW HAVE I NEVER USED THIS TERM OMFG ckskdksk. Yeah it’s legit everywhere… on Instagram I commented on a Jake x Bella post saying something like “god I love them.” And just by saying that someone replies being like EWWWW WHAT??? BUT WHAT ABOUT ECLIPSE KISS TM

lmfsofksk I’m like so jaded by now idgaf

im so goddamn tired of Jacob being the only one in the saga who gets ripped on to this extent.

Everything you’re saying I’m just nodding along like yes, yes, yes TELL EM ANON!!

luckily I blocked so much out of BD cause to me my BD rewrite fic is actual canon so I forget so much of it. But When I’m reminded I’m like just disgusted… like the fact there’s like a million new 13 year old wolves or some shit bc of all the new vamps that came to visit??? Fuck off actually oh my god CAN YALL FUCK OFFFFF. Someone asked me why I don’t have Brady and Colin or whatever their names are in my fic im like cuz LET THEM BE CHILDREN I’m not entertaining this idc idc. The pack has gone through enough smh.

The cullens and bella actually have learned nothing throughout the story and nothing changed whatsoever. The only thing that changed was Bella became a vamp and Jake imprinted. Things that are both horrible tragedies imo. So it forces them to change who they are but it’s not like a natural character arc nor is it a development. It’s plot convenience that strips Jacob and Bella’s character completely.

completely agree lmfao legit they just hate Jacob cause he gets in the way. A lot of them admit to skipping new moon entirely or Jacob parts. And that’s fine they can do that but like don’t make weird ass shit like talking about BELLA NEVER LOVE JACOB LIKE THAT SHE LOVED HIM LIKE A BROTHER. Ummmm okay! You need to go back and reread some parts otherwise you’re lookin kinda weird cuz that was NOT no brother sister relationship lmao. Bella and Jacob are literally dating without the label starting New Moon. Be fucking serious like… they almost kiss, they’re always cuddling holding hands. She sees a future with him with kids and explicitly they both say they are IN LOVE with each other. Now listen yall gotta take it up with smeyer why the fuck she wrote them like that all for Bells to be his godmother 💀💀💀💀💀 why did she make Jake a love interest for Bella if she knew she was gonna do that the whole time.

Well, here’s what actually happened and why team Jacob even exists in the first place. There’s a clear split as to what this series is. There’s Twilight and Forever Dawn and then there’s New Moon and Eclipse. She wrote Jake cuz her publisher needed more and she ended up naturally writing the better love interest for Bella, became attached to his character and couldn’t stop writing him. But then she changed Nothing about forever Dawn… so that’s what BD is and why it doesn’t at all match up with the last two books. This is why it’s so easy for me to discard BD like it’s a rotten ass fruit…..

Like I love Jacob cause he’s flawed, nuanced and the only one with common sense in this damn series. He starts as a sweetie sun boy in new moon and then he turns into a dick and an asshole sometimes. I think this is an unpopular decision but I actually like this about Jacob lol. Could you imagine he was sunny boy Jake throughout the shit he’s put through? For what? For him to get even MORE walked on? Nah fuck that. He should be angry. It IS shitty that smeyer made it so that the wolves cant control their anger and are supposed to be hostile though cause this contributes to even more problematic shit. But I certainly understand Jake being an angsty dick when he is. Now, this makes him flawed. He is not perfect and I know that and that’s what I like about him.

He’s actually a fuckin idiot especially with the eclipse kiss and he shouldn’t have done that. I get called an assault apologist solely for being team Jake or whatever like it just makes me roll my eyes in the back of my head. Everyone seems to think that Jacob is just “trying to get some” with Bella. He’s not a fuckin rapist like they make him out to be idgaf. He did not force himself on Bella in new moon. They almost kissed but he didn’t force the kiss. He’s a stupid teenager that doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing, let’s be real. The eclipse kiss happened not because he was “trying to get some” but because he was trying to make Bella see she did have feelings for him. This is dumb but this was his thinking. Essentially trying to wake her up from the vampire thrall she’s under and maybe make her see she doesn’t have to die and stay human. I don’t believe he would’ve kissed her like this if Edward hadn’t come back in the picture and she tells him she’s going to die or WORSE become his enemy that he may have to KILL in only a few weeks. Jacob even says it didn’t matter she chose someone else over him, it wasn’t about that. It was because she was GOING TO DIE. This is just his perspective and it wasn’t RIGHT. He shouldn’t have done it. Smeyer also tried to make Edwin look better too and tried to make him look like the “mature” one and Jake to be the out of control one. Which again, problematic.

But yeah I’m just tired of the eclipse kiss being the only thing brought up lol. But the confederate and his shitty control freak wife are angels<333 they’re the good guys! Edward’s obsessive stalking a week into knowing Bella I feel is horrible and violating but ok go off! He legit watches her from the bushes at her house, snoops through her things, watches her in her sleep. She doesn’t consent to any of this. But this is “fine” because Bella had no reaction to it? Uh yeah cause she is a teenager who hates herself and is obsessed with edwin. and throughout the books he’s just overall manipulative, pretentious, condescending and controlling. But no, he’s the good guy okay lol. Like I’d prefer if they were just honest about it. Like can’t we agree they’re both morally grey… it just annoys me that they make it seem like Edward is a perfect angel?

The appeal of vampires in general is that they’re toxic and morally grey. I love a toxic vampire. It’s all about how a story is written tho. the issue is that the cullens pretend that they aren’t? This is what is annoying as fuck about them to me. They are made out to be perfect and innocent, especially in Bella’s pov. This is why I don’t like them. Bc they ARE toxic mostly in the non-hot ways (colonizers, racist, billionaires who treat bella like some doll) but try to mask this and it’s seen as good? This is also what makes Edwards stalking not hot.. he just seems like a fuckin pathetic creep LMFAO. Sitting outside her house thinking about meteors hitting it and shit 🙄🙄 like it’s all under the guise of protection. No. Just be a vampire freak. Be honest!!!! It’s not about protecting Bella lol you’re just goddamn obsessed. Edward pursued her cause her scent and he can’t read her mind. It really is that simple but I’m supposed to believe it’s love? And Bella fall for him because literally ANY human would fall for a vampire. It’s like in their design. Like just be honestttt. And then the edwinos wants to talk about shitty things Jacob does but thinks the stalking and shit is fine? Like it doesn’t make sense to me lmao. Just admit that Edward is a toxic freak and that’s why you love him. That is perfectly fine. But no… they see him as he can do no wrong. I prefer the volturi and nomads. Give me an evil little vampire who is honest about their intentions.

Also never apologize for screaming into the void that’s my inbox. It’s a safe space here <33333

[goodeapple]

how much do i have to pay you to write something with current canon show Aemond and Ysilla

absolutely CERO dollars (bc this has been in my drafts bEGGING to come out teehee)

“it is just gossip, my prince. something to pass the time between the smallfolk. words fill the mind when there’s no food to fill the belly-”

“i said,” aemond cuts off the squabbling squire, his tone icy. “tell me what was said about the princess ysilla.” 

the boy pauses, the blood draining from his face and leaving behind a sunken gray parlor. when he speaks again, his voice quivers like a blade of grass in a storm. 

“they’re saying she’s pregnant. quick work by the blacks to solidify ties with the north. or with the riverlands. the word is, she is some moons along. so the… union must have taken place soon after your business with the late prince lucerys. many are saying cregan stark, the wolf of the north, must be the father as he is very committed to the black’s cause. very committed to the princess and their coming child-”

“leave me.” 

the squire doesn’t need to be told twice. he turns tails and scurries off, the heavy chamber door thudding shut behind him. the prince regent sits alone in the council room. all else is quiet, save for the war raging in his mind.  

aemond shouldn't be surprised- he's not, in a way. bastards are rhaenyra’s specialty. certainly, she would implore her daughter to spread her legs and whelp out an alliance in the form of a babe. and if the father is indeed stark that fucking mongrel, how aemond wants to carve into his belly and pluck out his entrails until they are but a noose to hang him with then aemond knows he needs to tread cautiously.

‘this war will not be won with dragons alone.’ fucking horseshit. he'll burn down winterfell on the morrow if he wishes, until there's nothing left but ancient ash and stone. he'll kill the wolf in his own den, lest he has not already made room for himself in ysilla’s bed. 

unbidden, fantasies of his niece swollen and plump with life rush forth. pregnancy would suit her: the swell of her hips filling out, the golden gleam from her skin glowing bright, the blessing of her bosom busting out of her neckline. 

another vision, of a swaddled little thing in green and gold blankets, cradled in her arms so tenderly. ysilla would coo and shush them with her sugar sweet voice, all the while the babe would suck milk out of her heavy, aching breast, the dusty rose of her nipple bitten and spit shiny. 

green and gold blankets. a foolish fantasy… but fantasies, have no chance of coming true. 

“you’re pathetic. you and your lush of a brother ruin dinner and taunt my brothers into behavior that is unlike them, and you won’t even think of apologizing? our families are balancing such a fine line, and yet you dance on it with glee.” ysilla judges with such a biting clarity, she leaves no room for argument. she barged into his room like had the right to, and plucked the book he was reading right out of his hands and sent it flying into his wall. and now, she subjects him to this? her righteousness makes him choke. 

“your poor poor, bruised brothers.” aemond pouts mockingly, before erupting into laughter. his niece flinches, more frightened by that then she would be if he shouted. “i hope aegon rang luke’s head like a bell. and i? i should’ve struck jacaerys the same as he attempted to strike me.” 

ysilla regards him with something close to sympathy, but there's too much detestment alongside it to be at all good-natured. 

“what a sad, small man you make, aemond. my pity is the only piece of me you may have. never my respect, never my admiration, just my pity.” 

aemond takes her words and swallows them down, lets the sharp edge of them carve a jagged line down his gullet. if she wants to try her hand at cruelty, aemond will show her how it is done. 

“the word of a bastard born girl means little to me. i do not have your respect? the only value you have within you is that of your last name. and that name ysilla, is not Velayr-”

ysilla’s palm crashing into his cheek stops him short. he toys with the idea of praising her- she hits harder than her brother could ever hope to. even in her brutality, her touch upon him is warm and the heat spreads to the rest of him as if he's being engulfed in a forest fire. 

“do you think that hurt? come on, you can do better than that.” aemond taunts, pulling upwards into his full height. he towers over his niece but she does not yield, straightening her spine in an admirable attempt to seem formidable. “hit me.” 

so she does- striking him again and again. a slap, a shove, a scratch, the next harder than the last. but still, he advances, accepting it all with a greed that has drawn open a pit inside his belly. ysilla spits and snarls, her adrenaline making her blows land soundly but sloppily until her back collides with the edge of his table. aemond catches her wild hands in his own and pins her wrists behind her to the tabletop. the smooth expanse of his cheek will soon begin to bruise like a ripe peach but for now, it glows ruby red, the very color of ysilla’s wine stained lips. 

“not a dragon at all, i see. mayhaps, you’re more akin to whatever your father’s sigil is- whatever that may be.” oh how he wants to devour that fury that springs to life within her valyrian eyes. maybe not velaryon, but undeniably targaryen. 

“you’re sick. you’re as sick and twisted as that fucking scar on your face-”

their kiss is more fight and fury than anything sweet. teeth catch tongues, and they battle for an upper hand neither are willing to give.

aemond sweeps his arm across the table, books, cups, and papers careening to the ground. he spins ysilla around, humming in appreciation as she arches back into him. she places both hands on the table, trying not to seem too eager as she widens her stance and therefore, opens her legs.

“don't care to look at me?” she asks primly, her haughty tone only dampened by the lust heavy on her tongue. the one-eyed prince can't wait to hear what she'll sound like when she's praying to him for release.

“quite the contrary, issa dõna. unless you wish to leave here in tatters, let me unwrap you like a gift and take my spoils as such.” 

his words strike the right chord as he hears ysilla take in a shaky breath. she clutches at one of his hands pinching at her hip and guides his touch upwards, until aemond has a handful of her breasts. maybe it will be him that prays to her for salvation.

every button on her dress he pops apart reveals slips of skin he mouths at hungrily. she tastes of honeysuckle and salt, and he'll bet a million gold dragons her cunt tastes even better.

ysilla’s hands go behind her, fumbling and toying at his belt until she unlatches it. her hand dives into his breeches, cupping the pulsing thickness of his hard cock. he voices a warning groan into the nape of her neck, grazing his teeth along her skin in a promise. 

“aemond, do it. take me… ruin me.”

and when she begs like that, he cannot find it in himself to deny her. 

it was the night before his father died. the last night they were all together- the last night he’d seen her. only a handful of days before he and luke met for the final time in storm’s end…

he can’t be… it’s not possible. well… it’s possible but his niece isn’t stupid- she must’ve drank moon tea the morning after they… 

but what if she hadn’t? 

aemond snarls, sending the spherical stone once in his fist across the room in a vociferous clatter. all of his thoughts- aegon, harrenhal, his mother, the iron throne- melt away and leave behind a thread that has begun to unravel. ysilla, ysilla, ysilla. 

he has to see her. he has to know for certain.

.

[dirty-trash-mongrel]

girlfriends

[regexkind]

Among my dalliances and dilettantesque diversions in this life, I have for a time engaged in high-voltage experimentation, meaning among other things that I have all the equipment necessary for an impromptu and amateurish polymerase chain reaction analysis of various canine...leavings. In this case I had become wroth with the behavior of some unknown-to-me dog owner's neglect to tidy after their most stalwart companion. Over the course of months I painstakingly acquired samples of known provenance, with a skill and dedication that would make the most dedicated Cold War spymaster give their grudging approval.

My efforts eventually singled-out some brown-and-white mongrel, short-haired, healthy, 60 pounds, and possessed of a deep and abiding loyalty. It was this deep unswerving love that gave me the idea for my vengeance.

I strode among the cattails and pond weeds, but no damp crept into my Wellingtons as I descended below the rippling surface of the mirror. Lower and lower into the tenebrous deep, far below the murky bottom of any mere pond. Eventually, the matted tangle of weeds became a chaotic tangle of golden threads, like the centuries-old nest of some mad, celestial spider. With a steady, methodical stride, being exquisitely careful not to touch a single strand unintentionally, I worked my way to the golden Bond between Master and Cur.

Sliding my trusty kitchen shears to the Master's end, I slipped through the thread, which languidly flapped and flowed in the gentle currents of that Other Place. I guided the loose cord to its new home, a new owner, one far, far away from the place I love.

Perhaps my behavior is dreadfully repugnant, but the rewards of a tidy walking trail in my local park are simply too good to allow me to compromise with standards of human decency.

[darkpoisonouslove]

HotD S02E08

I do not want to do this but I also want to be fucking done with this season so I'm powering through.

TL;DR: What the fuck even was that finale? Also, a relevant question - WHERE is the finale? 'Cuz, like, nothing happened except for more setup and the total assassination of the source material. This is gonna be full of negativity.

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(Couldn't resist when I saw Freddy Fox.)

Tyland Lannister was the only good part of this episode. He was having such a bad time but he did not give up and not only did he secure allies for the war, but he also got to sleep with a whole harem. Good for him!

The way that they have Larys smuggle Aegon out of King's Landing to protect him from his own brother instead of from Rhaenyra... Though, he also inadvertently ends up protecting him from Rhaenyra but that whole thing is purely because of Alicent. I just... RIP any sort of integrity this show fucking had. But I'm gonna talk about that later. At least that provides us with an interesting parallel between Alicent and Larys. She was horrified when he killed his family but now she's the one sacrificing her son and Larys ended up saving him? Again, for his own benefit but that doesn't change the fact that he has taken on the burden that caring for Aegon will be for the next however many months while Alicent just... did that (*whispers* what the fuck). What we need now is for Alicent to get Helaena's development from the book. She knowingly chose to give up Aegon to death but then he is the last of her children that evades death. Imagine her seeing him come back to King's Landing and being unable to look him in the eye, knowing she chose to let him die but at the same time wanting to hug him because he is all she has left... because of Larys. Insane!

I can see how much everyone cares for Rhaena since she disappeared from the convoy and no one even fucking noticed apparently! Or if they did, they just didn't give a shit. They really are putting her through the wringer for that dragon... and they didn't even give it to her. I cannot believe that they just decided to fucking leave it there. At least let her claim it to close the season. That way the Blacks would gain even more power even if no one knew it yet. It would have been some kind of closure if only on 1 out of 10 fronts. But no!

Jace and the horrible, terrible, no good, really bad days. His face when Rhaenyra asked Addam to go with her AND left him to deal with the "mongrels". Ooh, sorry for that rough patch, buddy, hang in there! (Not Baela only appearing when she has to tell him how awesome and totally Targaryen and fit for the throne he is after her last appearance was her telling her grandfather how awesome and totally fit for the throne of Driftmark Joffrey would be. Hmm... almost like there's a fucking pattern!) I think it would have been more interesting if Jace had suggested that they get bastards to ride the dragons. That would have required them to write him an arc during this season where he confronts his feelings on it first but think about it! He knows he's a bastard and that's enough to let him have a dragon. So it should be enough for other Targaryen bastards. Rhaenyra would be the one to protest based on her ideas of the dragons being the Targaryens' key to ruling but she's already bending the rules for her own sons. What if she bends them further to win this war? And that way Jace would be the one to slowly but surely be dismantling the pillars upon which the Targaryen supremacy is built like he's already done with his very existence. Rhaenyra would have still started this but it would be Jace realizing that he's probably going to face another war for his own succession anyway and he decides to pull out all the stops and prove himself in this war plus simultaneously watch out for those who would be future obstacles to him and weed them out right now.

Fucking clown behavior from Corlys once again. I am so glad Alyn just ripped into him like that.

What exactly was Gwayne thinking bringing up Criston and Alicent's affair so publicly and drawing everyone's attention? There's no way none of the other soldiers around them didn't hear what they were discussing. Great way to protect your sister's virtue, buddy! The way Criston also went through an existential crisis this season - just like Alicent - and has come out of it just as jaded, having lost his faith and his sense of purpose. The writers really fucking copy-pasted that arc, huh? On both characters obsessed with Rhaenyra. As if they're trying to imply that without Rhaenyra the world will end. Oh, wait! Did I say imply? They are outright stating it! But yeah, I want to be invested in the Alicole angst of him sniffing her handkerchief but I can't, knowing that Alicent was on her way to betray him and everyone else on her side. (*whispers* what the fuck)

Aemond is coming up so desperate and this could be interesting if they explore how he was so sure he could do it himself but now he has to face the fact that he's not a one-man(-and-dragon) army and he needs help. Which would have been easier to get if he hadn't torched his brother. He might have even persuaded Helaena to join him then, or at least Aegon could have if they had fucking let him and Helaena seek comfort in each other over their son's death. Aegon, due to their extenuating circumstances, could have chosen to stoke her feelings of anger and grief over Jaehaerys contrarily to how he tried to avoid that in 2x02 when he didn't say anything to her on the stairs because all he had was rage and she wasn't looking for that. The world we could have been living in! But no! We have this instead where Aemond is now turning on all of his family members and threatening their lives while Daemon has overcome his ideas to overthrow Rhaenyra and is now a loyal little soldier. At least can they give us some Aemond and Jacaerys parallels? Both feel that that is something making them not enough rn and if Aemond is to have a relationship with Alys, it would be interesting to see him struggle the same as Jace, who is also a bastard like her.

Apparently, if you are tripping balls for long enough, you will completely change your entire personality and start believing in magic and fate and the divine right of kings - oops, sorry, queens - even though you were the one character that openly admitted that it wasn't some magic-prophecy bullshit that got your house the throne but your flying nuclear lizards. Good to know! At least the writers had the decency to give us two different visions that clearly intersect somewhere but also wildly diverge. We didn't get to see Helaena's vision but she was just as certain in Aegon sitting the throne as Daemon was in Rhaenyra sitting it. Though, clearly Helaena sees further since his vision ended at that point but Helaena was also there and has seen beyond it. At least that way they keep the intrigue because if we know for certain one side is ordained by the gods to save the realm, then what's the point of watching the show further? That is to say, they could have fucked this up even more but they managed to not destroy their basic premise.

Love how they kept Helaena's dreamer side so vague until now and suddenly bam! She has a very clear map of when and how Aemond will die. She might not know the exact day but that was pretty specific, especially compared to her other visions. I am at least relieved that it's mostly because of the visions that she doesn't want to join Aemond, since she knows what will happen. It still feels like "women don't like war because they're so gentle" but a little less annoying nonetheless. (Not Rhaenyra saying that Helaena doesn't like riding Dreamfyre. And that on the heels of Aegon saying that Sunfyre is dead which is a confirmation because he would be able to feel it. My inner monologue rn: kill kill die kill.)

Ser Alfred when Daemon declared for Rhaenyra:

I was starting to think that he had just decided to cut his losses and fuck off to another kingdom. Rhaenyra clearly sent him away to get rid of him and showing up at Harrenhal to demand from the Daemon that left Dragonstone to check with his wife would have gotten him killed. It would have made sense for him to bail. Why did it take him so long to arrive? I know he wasn't on a dragon but this seems like some awfully convenient timing.

Rhaenyra still wringing her hands after she had 30-40 people die a horrifying, excruciating death AND broke the rules so bad that she pissed off all her dragon tamers is ABSOLUTELY. FUCKING. RIDICULOUS. Crack? Is it crack you smoke? Mysaria being there to urge her further into war while telling her how right and just she is is starting to feel a whole lot like they're setting up Mysaria to be the devil on her shoulder while Alicent, who wants peace, is the angel on the other shoulder. It's completely devoid of logic and stupid. I wish they would just cut that shit out.

This episode completely turned me off from Rhaenicent. I just cannot support this bullshit. I don't care how many parallels they've woven in between Alicent and Rhaenyra and how they were always each other's answer because they had what the other wanted and balanced each other out. This behavior is just completely unacceptable from a storytelling perspective, from a character perspective, from any kind of perspective, especially from Alicent.

What the fuck are they implying that Alicent is now fReE and she has shed the chains that kept her suffering and self-sacrificing?! She just agreed to let her son get killed so that she could save the realm from a war. That sounds exactly like self-sacrificing! Except that it's worse because she's not just sacrificing herself, but her child! (Also, fucking watch the writers imply that being disabled means you're completely disposable because you'd be better off dead anyway!) And that's coming after she spent 15-20 years agonizing over the fact that Rhaenyra will kill her sons just because they're a challenge to her claim to the throne! That was the whole reason why she put Aegon on the throne in the first place! How did it even occur to her to go to Rhaenyra at all when now more than ever there is no way to end this war without one of the claimants to the throne dying?????

Season 1 Alicent: *stands in front of a dragon for Aegon*

Season 2 Alicent: *agrees to let Rhaenyra execute Aegon*

Like??????????? WHAT. THE. FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I hate, haTE, HATE how they are still trying to present Rhaenyra's bid for Aegon's head as just or at least deserved because Lucerys got killed. Aren't you fucking forgetting that her husband ordered the decapitation of Aegon's six-year-old child????????? There was a son taken! Rhaenyra was allegedly horrified but now she is still thirsty for blood and wants Aegon's head. And when she kills him, she'll want Aemond's head - for Lucerys and because of all the innocent people he's killed, of course, not because he's also a threat to her claim. And when he's dead, she'll want Daeron's head if he dares to join his family and try to fight her. The attempts to present her as the hero are so outrAGEOUS... Why am I even watching this show? I should stop watching this show!

Otto being imprisoned was both "I fucking knew it!" and "Thank god he's alive at least!" I knew to be worried when Aemond wanted him back and Alicent said he hadn't responded to her letters.

[gilgil-machine]

Hey so I wanted to ask you about the 'Gilgamesh was in a bad mood' thing in the FSN routes. Nasu always says that about Gilgamesh because he is pissed off at the modern world, whereas in CCC and Strange/Fake and Babylonia he is in a better mood, do you know why he is in a better mood there?

I already made a couple of posts about this [HERE] and [HERE] so if you want you can check them out but to keep it short his behavior is different because of two factors:

The environment that he's in.

If he's being incarnated or not.

In CCC he's located in cyberspace and completely cut off from people's toxicity + he's not incarnated.

In FSF he's just as grumpy at the modern word and still shares the idea of purifying this world from mongrels like in UBW, but since he's not incarnated it's not his problem to deal with since he's just temporarily in this world and he would be just observing.

And in Babylonia he's just in his element with his people, when every person thrived to live and had a purpose in this world and world felt a bit less chaotic during those times in comparison to nowadays + I think it was easier for him to look after humans when there was like around million or two of us at that time and not in the numbers that we're right now.

[fourraccoonsinacoat]

Mongrel Hearts | Chapter 3

Pairing: Heinrix x Rogue Trader

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Chapter Summary: Heinrix disembarks on Footfall to meet with Lord Inquisitor Xavier Calcazar, only to be told his time in the company of Visenya von Valancius hasn’t come to an end. Resulting in a familiar face waiting for the Lord Captain when she returns from a meeting with Liege Tocara. Author's Notes: This is a meaty one. Realistically, it could have been broken into two chapters but…I didn't want to. Had some ground I wanted to cover and some members of the retinue I wanted to play with. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading! Seriously, you guys are the best! Listening To: Straight Through You - Bilmuri & A R I Z O N A

Chapter 3: Like I Never Left

Heinrix was a man accustomed to using people. It was an unavoidable byproduct of his service to the Imperium, necessitated by the clandestine nature of the Inquisition and its dealings. In his experience, a well-timed compliment and charming smile was an excellent method for concealing ulterior intentions.

He knew how honeyed words could veil venom beneath their sugar. And that was especially so when the person granting such charming compliments was a newly appointed heir-apparent to one of the most established Rogue Trader dynasties in the Expanse.

So, when Visenya expressed her regret over his upcoming departure at Footfall in front of her retinue scarce hours before they were to dock, Heinrix was guarded.

His presence was rarely welcomed anywhere; such was the life of an acolyte of the Inquisition. To those around him, he was often a harbinger of strife. The Inquisition didn’t exactly show up in circumstances of peace and tranquility, and Heinrix often felt as if he were forever an unwanted guest.

A bolt that didn’t quite fit any particular machine. A spare part.

It was surprisingly gratifying to be told otherwise.

His pulse quickened and he had to remind himself about their awkward meeting in his cabin a few nights before. She hadn’t been quite so genial towards him then. And yet, if anything, that just made her more of a puzzle to him. She had also apologized for her bizarre behavior, and they’d seemed to part on amicable terms. Though, he’d gotten the distinct impression that she’d become increasingly closed off towards him in the days following.

It was all rather confusing, leaving Heinrix feeling as if he were askew and not on proper footing with Visenya. She’d said she would welcome his help with deducing where the listening device in her quarters had come from…perhaps she was simply trying to curry favor with an acolyte of the Inquisition? He’d run across many people who worked to ingratiate themselves with him, hoping to store away goodwill in order to be granted some boon on down the line. He knew what that charade looked like, though, and something about Visenya seemed more genuine than the artificial hospitality and tolerance he so often experienced.

She was like a particularly convoluted regicide tactic that he couldn’t decipher, and it both intrigued and vexed him.   

Heinrix thanked her for her words, a hesitant sort of genuineness underpinning his tone as he did so. Visenya watched him for a beat, then two. Eyes searching…for what, he couldn’t tell. And then she was on to the next matter at hand and Heinrix was free to go.

Now, as he ascended the worn steps of an indiscreet building some blocks from the main atrium of Footfall, Heinrix supposed it didn’t really matter what her intentions towards him were. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibilities that their paths may cross in the future, but it was also equally as likely that he would never set eyes on Visenya again. Such was the nature of things in the Imperium. Nothing was certain, and there was hardly any use for friends amid a life lived in a state of perpetual unknowing.

He would, of course, follow through on his promise to research the listening device Visenya had found in her study, but after he passed what information he may find onto her…there wouldn’t be any reason to continue communication.

She’d remain a puzzle unsolved in days gone past.

He was reminded of a question she’d asked him not long after he came aboard her ship. Did he ever get lonely traveling through the vastness of space without anyone to anchor him anywhere? He’d never truly considered it before, and yet her question acted like a spotlight, illuminating the empty shadows of his existence and calling into question things he’d rather not consider.

If he was being honest with himself, there had always existed a void in his chest that gnawed and ached for something…more. It filled him with a deep shame to concede that, yes, at times he did feel adrift and alone. His duty should have been enough to sustain him. He was performing an important role in the Imperium of Man; a role he was proud of and one that many less fortunate souls would give everything for. He was blessed to be able to play this part, and yet there was a weakness inside of him hungering for things that were not his to have.

“Ah, Heinrix.”

Xavier Calcazar’s flinty voice broke through the Interrogator’s brooding as Heinrix entered the Lord Inquisitor’s office. He’d been walking almost instinctively, withdrawn in upon himself as his mind toiled away.

Heinrix gave a curt bow as Xavier set down a data slate he’d been reviewing. The Lord Inquisitor leaned back in his chair and fixed his acolyte with a penetrating stare, fingers interlacing as he propped his elbows on the armrests.

“I had not received word of the von Valancius flagship arriving.”

Xavier stated this as simple fact, and Heinrix knew the Lord Inquisitor had already deduced the Lord Captain’s decision to arrive on Footfall incognito. It was not a surprising turn of events, especially when one considered Visenya’s criminal background. Had it been announced that Visenya Ariti Rivani – now Visenya von Valancius – was arriving on Footfall as a newly crowned Rogue Trader, the fanfare would have been riotous. Footfall was nothing if not a den of iniquity that fawned over their own.

He could only imagine Vladaym Tocara’s absolute delight at the turn of events. It was well-known that he and Rogue Trader Incendia Chorda were currently at odds, and Heinrix would bet good currency on the Liege making a play for Visenya’s patronage.

“Lord Inquisitor,” Heinrix began, assuming a stance of utmost professionalism; back ramrod straight and hands folded behind him. “I have prepared a report documenting my findings regarding the Cult of the Final Dawn and their activities in the Expanse. You should be able to access it now, if you wish.”  

He waited for Xavier to pick up and swipe through his data slate until he had Heinrix’s report pulled up and was scanning the screen.

“I’m afraid to say the current situation is very troubling.” Heinrix’s tone was grim as he recalled the events of the past several weeks. “If you’ll review the section on the Rykad system, that seems to be the most recent hotbed of chaos activity. And what’s even more disturbing, the Drukhari were present in the same system, carrying out schemes of their own.”

The Lord Inquisitor hummed thoughtfully as he perused the report, then paused and tapped the screen.

“It says here the new Rogue Trader von Valancius, this Visenya, gave the order for exterminatus of the planet Rykad Minoris.” Xavier met Heinrix’s eyes, though the acolyte couldn’t decipher the thoughts stirring behind his mentor’s gaze. “I find that mildly surprising.”

Heinrix’s brow furrowed, unsure as to what Xavier was getting at.

“What do you know of the von Valancius girl?” Xavier asked, setting the data slate aside once more.

He watched Heinrix in that steely, self-possessed way that was trademark Xavier Calcazar. The man could compose sagas without uttering a single word, and was capable of eliciting incriminating revelations through nothing but a severe stare. Despite being guilty of nothing, Heinrix still felt a sense of disquiet under his mentor’s heavy gaze. Xavier always gave the impression of someone on the hunt; as if he were continually analyzing every person and encounter for weak points.

Heinrix thought back on his time spent with Visenya, picking apart his conversations and observations for those small bits of data that added up to larger details about who she was. There wasn’t much to be found. For someone who seemed so sociable and unreserved in their actions, she was exceptionally guarded when it came to personal matters.

“Apart from her connection to the Scions of the Breach, which is well-documented, I admit I do not know much about her history,” Heinrix confessed.

Like Xavier, Visenya was the sort who preferred to receive information rather than impart it. He’d pegged that aspect of her personality within the first few moments of meeting her. Unlike Xavier, however, Visenya did not use the art of weighted silence to hold her secrets close. Instead, she spun words like spiderwebs and constructed labyrinths from speech, misdirecting and feinting until no clear path back to the original focus was visible.

She could craft a ballad while saying nothing and have people hungry for more. It was a fascinating skill for how foreign it was to Heinrix. He often felt clumsy and at a loss when it came to eloquence and verbal sparring.

And those feelings were currently coiling in his gut as he realized he hadn’t learned much at all about the Koronus Expanse’s newest Rogue Trader during his time aboard her ship.

Xavier simply nodded, as if Heinrix’s lack of enlightenment was to be expected, and the Interrogator fought to hide a frown.

“There isn’t much available in any archive to know, truth be told,” the Lord Inquisitor said as he pulled open a desk drawer, removed a small data chip and set it in front of him. “At least, where it concerns her start in smuggling circles. Much of her criminal resume is hearsay; told to someone by someone else’s uncle who was supposedly aboard a ship when it was hijacked.”

Heinrix listened quietly, following his explanation yet unsure where they were going.

“Luckily, the von Valancius dynasty did our work for us,” Xavier continued, lightly taping the data chip with a self-assured smirk. “Their genetic annals were able to tie her to an Astra Militarum Field Marshal stationed on Kagoba Five. A distant cousin of Theodora’s.”

Heinrix’s brows rose at that. Kagoba V was a former Calixis Sector Mining World sentenced to exterminatus after outbreaks of heresy began to spread throughout its various colonies.

“Yes, that one,” Xavier confirmed, reading his acolyte’s expression. “Apparently the detonators didn’t do as thorough of a job as they should have, and there were survivors.”

The impassive way in which the Lord Inquisitor stated this information bothered Heinrix, although for what reason he hadn’t an inkling. It shouldn’t have bothered him at all. In fact, it should have been highly troubling that any survived a planetary exterminatus. They were not ordered lightly. Only the most dire of circumstances required such total devastation in order to eliminate every trace of the evils that ravaged these planets. Survival of life upon one of them also alluded to survival of chaos.

So…why did it feel inherently hopeful and good for humanity to face such unrelenting hardship and survive in the form of someone like Visenya?

That train of thought felt dangerous. Full of problematic justifications and heretical ideals. He refocused on the Lord Inquisitor and banished those thoughts from his mind. They were not helpful.

“How she got off-world isn’t known, nor is much of anything about her known until she settled her ‘Scions of the Breach,’” - Xavier said the name with dramatized flare, - “on that port world, Rallion.”

That, Heinrix did know. Rumor was, the Scions had established an uneasy alliance with the planet’s Enforcer organization, acting outside the bounds of the law for the benefit of the local security force. In return, Visenya’s syndicate was allowed to operate mostly unperturbed.

“Did you know there’s a theory she killed their Lord Marshal during the planet’s uprising?” Xavier asked with a short bark of a laugh, as if he found the idea more amusing than heretical.

Heinrix said nothing, waiting for the Lord Inquisitor to reveal the endgame in all of this.

“I tell you this, because you are now tasked with keeping watch on her.”

The Interrogator felt the muscles in his face twitch as he tried to maintain passivity. He was…unsure about his feelings towards this news. He was curious about the reasoning, and a part of him felt…eager? To prove himself via this opportunity? To see Visenya again…?

She had said she’d welcome hearing from him. On the matter of the listening device she’d found, of course. But…

“Take this.” Xavier held the data chip out towards Heinrix, along with a sealed envelope. “The chip contains further instruction for you. The letter is to be delivered to the Rogue Trader von Valancius. She is to read it as soon as she is able.”

Heinrix took the items and tucked them into an inner coat pocket.

“We have intelligence that suggests cultist activity is festering on von Valancius worlds, and I’m curious to see if this former void wolf still has teeth,” Xavier concluded with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Heinrix nodded. “Will that be all, Lord Inquisitor?”

“Yes.” Xavier dismissed him with a wave of his hand. “Go check in with your agents. I will have a message sent to the von Valancius flagship instructing that they are not to depart without you aboard.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

After a tense meeting with Footfall’s Liege Tocara - in which Visenya felt she was being tactically wooed rather than appraised of the station’s true situation – she’d decided to return to Footfall’s Void Dock Alpha-Rho to meet with a collection of refugees from Kiava Gamma. They’d encountered the group earlier that day alongside a Drusian preacher, Hieronymus Doloroso, just as the refugees were being accosted by residents of Footfall. She understood the concerns of the residents after hearing the refugees’ story about how they’d crossed the warp with no navigator and by sheer luck found their way to the station.

It sounded not just improbable, but impossible. At least, impossible without some assistance from forces who may be looking to use a group of desperate refugees for nefarious gain… After all, the desperate and needy tended to be the most pliable targets for enemies of humanity to take advantage of.

After defusing the situation, Visenya requested the refugees wait for her at the hanger she and her retinue had docked at. Which was where she was headed now, accompanied by Abelard, Pasqal, Idira and Kibellah.   

“Lord Captain, the whispers are becoming particularly insistent and bothersome.” Idira’s keen voice undercut the cacophony of engines and discourse that echoed throughout the expansive chamber of the void dock.

Sidling up next to Visenya, the psyker cast a sidelong look of discontent at her new patron. “And by whispers, I mean the growling in my stomach.”

Visenya stifled a laugh in response to the unmistakable and austere groan that rose up from her Seneschal. She was quickly coming to believe that no person in the Imperium of Man was more dedicated to the cause, nor worked harder, than Abelard Werserian. She was also learning that no other person in the Imperium had a lower tolerance for unregulated tomfoolery.

“Mistress Tlass,” Abelard said from Visenya’s other side, fixing the diviner with a cool stare. “It is not within the purview of the Lord Captain to provide you with snacks.”

Idira simply rolled her eyes at the former Naval officer, whose frown only deepened.

“Actually, Abelard, I think I disagree,” Visenya said, ignoring the way her First Officer grimaced as he was once again reminded of the unorthodox differences between Theodora and her heir. Visenya, it seemed, was far more willing to perpetuate nonsense than her predecessor had been.

“Snacks play an important role within a high-functioning retinue,” Visenya said, smiling at Idira who then turned a broad grin back at Abelard. “Where are we supposed to get the energy to deal with the never-ending deluge of calamity our lives have become, if not for peat biscuits and truffle paste?”

“This logic is accepted.”

Pasqal’s augmented voice inserted itself into the discussion with unusual verve. The tech-priest loomed a few paces behind the Lord Captain as she and her companions made their way through the void dock.

“Please log my formal request for notification of refreshments upon the moment of their availability,” the Magos stated with all the seriousness of a sanctioned order from the Omnissiah.

Visenya glanced back at Pasqal curiously.

“I’m surprised, Pasqal. I thought one of the benefits of adherence to the image of the Machine God was no need for enticements of the flesh?” she asked, repeating the phrase she’d heard the tech-priest use before.  

Pasqal hummed thoughtfully as he considered her inquiry.

“Your interest in the advantages of the true flesh is commendable,” he said, nodding in approval. “I am, indeed, blessed with little requirement for the need to ingest suboptimal forms of nutrients. However, in order to maintain my cognitive functions, my brain still demands sustenance beyond that of knowledge. If snacks are ingested in service of obtaining knowledge, it is permissible.”  

As someone who possessed a concerning addiction to recaf, Visenya’s mind began wondering about the number of augments and implants she’d need to successfully cure that habit. Likely a considerable amount.  

“Allow me to translate,” Idira offered. “The Magos could really go for a synth-burger right now.”  

“Throne preserve us.” Abelard grumbled as they made their way around a long row of stacked shipping crates and approached their shuttle bay.

The hangar area was frantic with activity as servitors and dock hands alike scurried to refuel and perform maintenance on the various shuttles in their appointed bays. The air was thick with the smell of promethium and burning incense, and every so often a stern voice would echo from the overhead vox speakers exalting the virtues of tireless work for the benefit of humanity.

Visenya didn’t notice Kibellah until the assassin was at her shoulder, quick and fluid as liquid shadow.

“Domin.” She addressed Visenya by the honorific of her cult, nodding and drawing the Lord Captain’s attention to a familiar figure standing near their shuttle.

Interrogator Heinrix van Calox was loitering in their hangar bay. Visenya quirked a brow curiously. Had he already uncovered information about her resident spy?

“The Inquisition works fast, Master van Calox.”

Heinrix, whose back was to Visenya, turned sharply and she got the impression they’d caught him momentarily off guard. Never the type to waste a lopsided opportunity, the Lord Captain beamed with all the brilliance and swagger of an exploding star.

“Or did you realize you simply could not go on without basking in my splendor and charm once more?”

Idira nearly choked on a laugh behind Visenya as Abelard muttered something about grounds for early retirement.

Heinrix balked, and his flustered expression plus the color rising up his neck did something to Visenya that she was not entirely proud of.

“Rogue Trader,” the Interrogator managed after a beat. “I am here on order of the Emperor’s Most Holy Inquisition.”

He cleared his throat and Visenya tilted her head, giving him a look of feigned disappointment.

“Hmm, that’s too bad,” she said, a teasing note in her voice as she watched the flush of his neck bloom up to his cheeks.

Pride was overrated, anyway.

“Interrogator van Calox, do get on with whatever orders you’re here about,” Abelard stated dryly as he stepped forward and pinned Heinrix with a hard stare. “The Lord Captain is quite busy and has far more pressing matters to tend to than standing around and flirting with you.”

“That’s debatable,” Visenya muttered towards Idira, who was nearly cackling with glee.

The blood had now drained from Heinrix’s face and neck altogether as he shut his eyes and took a long, slow breath. After a moment, he glanced back up at Visenya with a stoicism that was impressive and elaborated on his return.   

“I was able to contact my mentor and report the tragic events that transpired on Rykad Minoris,” he began in a cool and even tone, going on to explain he’d also received reports of cultist and xenos activity in systems under warden of the von Valancius dynasty. 

That tempered Visenya’s blitheness a bit, gaze darkening as she loosely crossed her arms and listened to Heinrix as he went on to recite what sounded like an order tying him to her escort. Her pulse jumped as she rewound his words in her head. Parsing through the pomp and legalese of it all, it sounded like she and her protectorate were being subjected to a tactic any good void wolf could sniff out in her sleep.

They were being motherfucking commandeered.

Never let it be said that His Most Holy Inquisition was without audacity.  

Visenya frowned as Heinrix concluded his recitation. She could almost feel the scandalized displeasure radiating off Abelard as he drew himself up beside her, glowering at the Interrogator in silent objection.

Idira was a bit less quiet with her dissent.

“All I got from it, is ridding ourselves of this snitch won’t be easy,” she whispered, leaning in towards the Lord Captain.

Whether Heinrix heard the psyker’s words or not, the response of Visenya’s retinue was clear. None of them seemed thrilled at the prospect of having an agent of the Inquisition aboard the ship. Even Pasqal let a crackling sigh hiss a bit too audibly from his vox. Kibellah, at least, kept up her usual passiveness – more concerned with keeping watch than with the conversation.

Heinrix, for his part, didn’t seem fazed by the cold reception. Though, Visenya couldn’t recall ever seeing him fazed by much of anything.

Visenya, herself, wasn’t wholly opposed to the idea. While she didn’t get warm fuzzies about the way the situation had unfolded – being strongarmed via imperial mandate in front of her crew and one-third of Void Dock Alpha-Rho – she could see benefits to playing nice with the Inquisition. Not the least of which was a reset of her own complicated history with the Imperium’s most holy secret police over the unsavory deeds of her past. Those past crimes and sins that the Warrant of Trade was supposed to wash clean, but that reality would remain unblind to.

The sins she saw reflected back at her in the eyes of Dez every night as she struggled to sleep. That look of terrified understanding taking hold of him right before she pulled the trigger…

The all-too-familiar feeling of playing imposter slithered in her gut and she diverted away from it like she always did, with jokes and frivolity.

“Heinrix, would you mind translating the torrent of verbiage you just unleashed upon me?” she asked, hoping to air out the mood.

“Oh, right,” Heinrix said as the corner of his mouth twitched up in a smirk. “None of that Inquisitorial-groxshit, as you so eloquently put it.”

Visenya couldn’t help the smile that came to her face, and Heinrix took that as his invitation to continue.

“The Lord Inquisitor has deemed that my presence aboard your ship and in your retinue would be significantly more beneficial to the fight against heresy and evil than my return to my mentor’s side. Our parting before our arrival on Footfall was premature.”

She couldn’t tell by his tone of speech whether this turn of events was something Heinrix, himself, was pleased about. And so Visenya figured she should be the one to extend an initial overture and clarify that, as far as she was concerned, his presence wouldn’t be treated as a hindrance. Those of her retinue who were less than thrilled with the situation would just have to deal.

Taking a step forward, Visenya inclined her head, attempting to proceed with more sincerity and less bantering.

“Well, I am glad to have you back, Heinrix. Your presence will be most welcome.”

The Interrogator smiled at that, and Visenya tried to ignore the little flip her stomach did in response. Her feelings on the matter were all coming from a place of professionalism, of course. And not from any personal desire to get to know the handsome Inquisition agent with the brooding personality and a jawline you could cut glass with.

“Thank you,” Heinrix said, his expression melting slightly to reveal a hint of genuine appreciation that sent sparks firing down her spine. “I am pleased to hear that.”

Careful, Lord Captain.

Lighthearted flirting and frivolous teasing were one thing. Visenya could play coy and revel in vapid silliness with the best of them. Often finding that acting as such tended to throw people off, lowering their defenses and allowing her to get a read on someone’s truer intentions.

Connecting with someone genuinely and honestly, however, was a different matter. And in her experience, those connections were the ones that burned and left lasting wounds. Particularly when they were formed with people who couldn’t help but have ulterior motives.

In those situations, it was best to not get too close. 

Dez’s eyes flashed again in the back of her brain.

Visenya nodded in quiet acknowledgement of Heinrix’s words, then turned her attention back to the shuttle bay around them, eyes scanning for the refugees she’d encountered earlier. If Heinrix was to accompany her in an effort to learn more about this Cult of the Final Dawn and how her protectorate factored into their plans, he’d likely want to be present for her discussion with them.

“We will need to make time to discuss your findings about this threat that now hangs over my worlds, as you say.” She addressed Heinrix as her eyes found the refugees, who were cautiously idling near the von Valancius shuttle. “For now, though, I think you may be interested in a conversation I’m about to have with some civilians who recently fled a situation on Kiava Gamma, one of our industrial worlds.”

“Yes, I would be very interested.” Heinrix’s eyes followed her gaze, frowning towards the group, before he pulled a sealed letter from an inside coat pocket and offered it to her. “However, before I forget, the Lord Inquisitor requested I deliver this to you. He asks that you read it at your earliest convenience.”

Visenya took the letter and pocketed it, thanking the Interrogator as she did so.

Signaling for her retinue, she began making her way towards the refugees while quietly wondering just how fucked matters were within the von Valancius protectorate; and how much recaf she was going to need to consume to successfully grapple with it all.

[thekinkyleopard]

Move-in Day

A Sven and Elex Canon Snz Fic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Snz Fet, Smut, Slight Domestic Bullying, Bj

Author’s Notes: I wanted to write something before October of the new boys 🥹 @aller-geez did the art and owns Sven!

Description: The boys are finally moving in together which is going to come with quite a few challenges. Such as boundaries. Something Elex struggles greatly with as he realizes his boyfriend can no longer hide his secret.

“Yo, 7! Where the fuck am I putting these boxes at? And why, or more so, HOW DO YOU HAVE SO MUCH SHIT?!” Elex exploded over the mountain of packed objects he carried through the threshold of their new rented home.

“Just set them in the living room, Lex…I gotta arrange this bathroom real quick…” the cat sounded distant, lost in his current task of getting their home looking like a home. “Also, you’re lucky I have all this shit or else we’d be sitting on lawn chairs watching some bunk ass TV you found on the side of the street,”

“Hey! I’m resourceful, and it’s handy, don’t act like it’s an inconvenience now,” rolling his two toned eyes. The grumpier of the two finally walked through the abode and set the large boxes down with a THUD. “Okay, so there’s this shitload in here and still 48 more shitloads in the truck..how the fuck do you expect to fit all this stuff? Where the fuck were you keeping it all??” The green haired mongrel looked about the small space of their two bedroom one and a half bath home.

“I had a storage unit, and decided to collect home decor the second I started getting a paycheck,” Sven now came walking out of the bathroom, fiddling his hands with some sort of plastic between them. “I figured I was going to need stuff if I was to inherit the family business…til Drae got adopted,” rolling his orange slitted eyes as he now stood in front of his grouchy boyfriend. “You’re welcome,” he stuck his tongue out at the other who swiftly grabbed it in between his index and thumb, giving the organ a light kiss before releasing it. “Hey!” Sven lapped his tongue and tried to remove the taste of Elex’s salty fingers.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re not the one fuckin’ luggin’ it all in here!” Snickering at his own cheeky behavior, and the other’s narrowed eye response.

“Go grab the rest of the shit tons you cretin,” snorting a bit through his nose, truthfully in hopes the man would skitter away faster because truthfully he could feel, deep within his sinuses, it was coming. He forgot to take his allergy meds, in all actuality, he packed them. That’s why he was unpacking the bathroom first. Yet, it seemed, he did not pack them according to his memory so he thought. Which means his allergy medication was floating somewhere in the several boxes he had recently packed. He sighed deeply.

“Why are you so antsy today? Like there’s a fire under your ass, chill,” Els looked the cat up and down almost worried he may explode into flames.

“Can you please just go get the other fucking boxes?!” Sven finally cracked, it was any minute before he started up, and he wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready for Elex to see him actually sneeze without it somehow being stuffed behind something or completely swallowed back.

“Alright! Fuck! Someone’s on their Fuckin’ period,” the badger scoffed before taking his apparently needed exit, grumbling the whole way as he did so. He was alone. Sven looked around and quickly fell into disarray. He outwardly sighed and allowed himself to feel like he was full of rocks. Body visibly slumped from his perfect posture. The second he did, there it was, having been waiting in the dark depths of his allergetic sinuses. His nose began to twitch, and as he scrunched it back and forth…a sneeze came shooting out.

“H-!! H’Tshhkt!” He shook his head back and forth, puffs of spray hitting the air as he almost looked like he was fighting off a ghost. Hands flailing. “Ktch! N’GSH!” He groaned swiping at his nose with the sleeve of his white button up. “Stupid…N’GT! Allergies…H’tshh!!” He continued as he scrambled around the home full of boxes for anything he could use. “Bathroom!” He quickly shouted running back towards the area, snagging a string of toilet paper off the roll he’d set up. “Thank god…” he mumbled before blowing his nose, roughly, violently, with real purpose. He wanted not a single drop left when he was finished. He rubbed at his nose so adamantly there was a gentle clicking sound emitting from the area. Unbeknownst to him, Elex had re-entered the home, with another armful of boxes, muttering about heavy useless garbage, why not get stuff at the dollar tree. Sven’s head snapped to the bathroom door and he quickly shut it with panic. Locking the knob.

Elex sat the boxes down and at the same moment, heard the bathroom door click, as it were being secured. “Sven?” He called out curiously, his head tilted to the right as he walked towards the bathroom now. “…Sven??” Starting to feel a bit worried his voice picking up to that of slight panic. His boyfriend wasn’t the silent type, and he knew the badger was nosey, so typically calling for him would have triggered some sort of response in update. Yet there was nothing. Elex furrowed his brows and stepped forward to jiggle the knob.

From the other side Sven sat up against the wall, fighting for his life. ‘Fuuuuuck why are you so nosey Elex ?!’ He screamed internally as his body worked against him. “I’m uh…” he called out trying to speak without interruption. “I’m..Nn..trying to shit…do you..KT! … mind?!”coming up with something he seemingly found less embarrassing than sneezing…..shitting? He panicked. Wiping desperately at his nose in hopes it would keep it settled.

“Uh…k my fuckin’ bad,” Lex held up his hands defensively and smoothly turned from the door to give his partner some privacy. He plopped himself down onto..well…one of the sturdier boxes, and started scrolling through his media news feed. Every so often snorting a chuckle through his nostrils. He could be shoveling in more boxes, but why would he do that right now?

Sven gasped for air as he finally realized Elex was no longer standing by the doorway. He grabbed a handful of toilet paper and formed a perfect little nest, because he was surely going to need it. He huffed, hitched and his watering orange eyes rolled into the back of his head before he blew his mess into the handful of paper. “Hh’gsch!! K’GNSH!” Though his sneezes were relatively quiet, not too much to be bothered by the average listener, Elex just barely heard the whispering end of it. He looked up from his phone. The man was a walking question mark symbol as he slowly got up from where he sat and quietly crept closer to the door. “H’tshhkt!! Hppt’CH!” Sven tried muffling them into the now dampening piece of mulched tree, but unfortunately for him, the sound traveled quite fluently in this new home.

Elex was standing at the door, ear pressed tightly against it with one palm flattened beside him to keep him steady, his darkened patchy skin, illuminated a bright pink. Sven was sneezing? Openly? Without him?! Clearly the cat was trying to hide it…but why? What was he so ashamed of? Frankly…his little sounds were quite delightful. He bit his lip before listening in for more.

“Fuck…Nkch! Ngt’ch!! KTCH! Pleeeease…” he tried to reason with the universe to allow him just a smidge of freedom from this darkened, evil curse. This was supposed to be a blissful day. He was supposed to enjoy this new found independence and be able to enjoy his new life with his boyfriend. Not held up in the bathroom sneezing his brains out of his ears. “Hh’gsch!! Hptt’CHHH!”

Elex couldn’t stand it anymore by this point, so he pulled his head back and gently knocked again. “Sven? Come on puss, why you still in there?”

“Go away Lex! I can’t let you…H’GNXT! see me like this…” stifling into his hand, long abandoning the soiled tissue. He couldn’t allow Elex to see him this way, he couldn’t! It was humiliating! The opposite of manly! He couldn’t do it.

“Babe…seriously just open the door,” The badger began to grow impatient. “You either open it, or I knock it the fuck down, pick your poison cause this hiding secrets shit isn’t going to fly with me,” now feeling a bit more grudgeful. Why was the man acting like this? Reserved and hidden? He was usually so passionate and proud! An open book almost, but this was starting to concern the green haired male.

“No! You’re going to laugh at me…” a muffled, insecure voice was heard through the thin wood of the bathroom door. It almost made the Badger soften, almost. That wasn’t like him though.

“Barker, I’ll take ‘Things That’ll Never Fuckin Happen’ for 800 please…Puss, open the damn door,” trying to reason with the other by sprinkling in some light humor, his knuckles still tapping against the wooden material. Eventually, the green haired male heard the click of the lock and the door came slowly creeping open. “Puss?” He called open from his position, before sneaking his head in first.

He saw Sven a mess on the ground, sniveling and sniffing as he rubbed his reddened nostrils, clearly having been fighting a battle in here, surrounded by discarded tissues. “Don’t look at me..” he whimpered with his head hanging low, the loose strands of his aqua hair hiding the disdain behind those glossy orange orbs.

“Oh Puss…” he chuckled shaking his head back and forth, taking a seat next to the smaller. “You sick?” He asked curiously, placing a flat hand on the other’s back and rubbing him lovingly.

“No…I can’t find my Allergy medication…” Sven sighed pitifully, shaking his head slowly back and forth, hugging his knees as he tried his best to starve off what was surely inevitably coming back for more.

“You have allergies too?” Els turned his head, cocking his pierced green brow with curiosity. Surely, he knew the other had some allergens but, so severe? No wonder he never noticed if he was always on meds or stifling….

“Yeah…myself…I’m allergic to MYSELF! K’TCHH!” His face fully vermillion now as he sneezed into the crook of his elbow, trying to avoid a mess across the two of them. Ashamed and embarrassed by his very existence.

“Oh babe…” Elex clicked his tongue and ran his once back rubbing hand, now through the strands of soft colored hair. “What can I do?”

“Not perceive me..SNNDDFF…Nkch!” The quick sniffle to clear his sinuses only made it infinitely worse as he twisted his nose in large circles across his face, then scrunching it with vicious fervor. “Ktch! K’GNSH!”

“Well, that ship has long fuckin’ sailed my face exploding lover, but I can at the very least offer you a distraction,” now bringing both his hands up to massage each of Sven’s shoulders, causing the Cheshire to relax a bit under the touch, his tension slowly melting under Elex’s hands.

“What do you…K’GTCH! Have in mind?” Forcing it out into the palms of his hands as he tried to stay intrigued and engaged within the conversation with Lex, who in turn couldn’t wipe the brightened blushing red hue off his own cheeks.

“Oh you know…” trailing his hand down the front of his boyfriend’s chest, he stopped at his audibly clinky belt, fiddling with the mechanics as he leaned closer into Sven’s soft, orange cat ear. “Suck you senseless?” Starting to work the main belt pieces loose, as it clanked open swiftly with expertise.

“Ng…I might..h’…might quite..nkcht! Enjoy that…actually…sndf,” struggling to make it through his sentence as he grabbed another load off the toilet paper roll, finding it almost needing replacement yet again. Jesus.

Elex licking his lips and swiftly began chewing on his lower lip ring. “I honestly don’t know why you were hiding those sounds from me Sevvy~ I reeeeaaallly enjoy them…” already working his partner’s belt loose from his pants as he slid it out completely and tossed it to the side of the bathroom. “I find it actually…”

“KTCH!” Sven couldn’t hold back another, snapping his hand back up to his face to cover himself, he blushed brightly, his crying eyes now looking over to make contact with Elex’s hungry glare. Whom was bringing his hand back to his mouth.

“Mmm, fairly selfish, that you would hide such an arousing fact about yourself….” Spitting into his palm with a lustful force that made the cat swallow harshly.

“A-Arousing? What are y-you even talking about…Hh’GSCH!” Humbled again, his body shook with the force against the side of Elex’s body, that now hovered him.

“I think you know…Stud,” diving his newly dampened hand into the hem of Sven’s boxers, and taking hold of the other’s hard cock now, Els continued to chew his piercing.

“N-Nuh…uh! Aah~” the aqua haired man tried to argue but it was no use as his pleasure receptors began to buzz and vibrate within his entire body, feeling his boyfriend’s slick hot hand now working his awakening length.

“You’re so shy?? For what reason my strong, handsome, pussy cat? It’s just me…” Lex’s hand twisted expertly, knowing all the right spots to make his normally in charge boyfriend, purr. Els squeezing with lustful power as his digits worked to please him.

“Y-You’re so Lu-lucky I can…t…Hnn..K’gnsh!!” Falling back against the wall, his hair fell beside him, sticking to his slowly dampening temples as his sneezes continued to make him jolt and spray. His nose relentlessly leaked despite how many times he swiped and rubbed at it with the dryer sides of his handful of paper.

“Can’t wait? Toss me around and stick it up my ass? Treat me like the slut I deserve to be?” Snickering lightly into the other’s ear before nipping it playfully, his thumb dipping and teasing at Sven’s aching head.

“Elex…” he moaned loosely, sniffling with soft reserve as his eyes shut tightly. “…Jesus do something with that dirty fucking mouth besides talk shit hm? Sndfff,” snorting back a sneeze, some congestion and a whole lot of vulnerability, Sven took a fistful of Elex’s hair now and dragged him to the space between his legs. “If you’re gonna…hptt’ch!” Using his free hand to brush the leaking fluids from his face. “Be about sucking my dick, then be about it…you foul mouthed whore,” his wet orange gaze now snapped open and narrowed down at the taller of the two, who blinked several times with his multi colored gaze before a devious smirk slid across his lips.

“My pleasure, boss,” settling comfortably between Sven’s thighs, the Badger slowly pulled the cat from behind a wall of boxer and forced open pants. Face to face with it, the green haired man shivered in anticipation, sticking his split pierced tongue out he wrapped it delicately around the head, slipping each side up and down, opposite of each other. This caused the cat to gasp loudly, his grip on the forest locks only tightening.

“Shiiiit…” the warm metal balls rubbing and teasing the ridges of his head was almost enough of a distraction to keep his allergies at bay, but almost doesn’t pay the bills. “K’tchh! Ngt’chh!” Using his free hand like a tissue, though it was already pretty used up and clammy by now, it was all he had. The toilet paper was inconveniently out of reach now. The sounds and scene of his feline boyfriend blowing out, only fueled the naughty badger even more as he spoke once.

“Don’t stop doing that…” Elex now swallowed Sven’s length in one swoop after his plea, slipping the large cock furthest down his throat he could. Taking his right hand he began to fish it inside his own jeans, needing to release at the sight of this. A special occasion, a new secret unlocked. Everyday he learned more and more about the elusive cat and it only drove him further in love with the asshole. His tongue, caressed and hugged around the cat’s length in a whole new way no other without a surgery like his could. It was almost one Sven’s most favorite things about the slightly younger, beside his overall personality. He liked his boys a little, spicy. Sven would loosen his grip upon the other’s hair only to tighten it back up the second his cock would hit the back of his throat.

“H’h…aah~ nn..El…H’tshhkt!! Nkch! Ngsh!” The older of the two cried out gently, his small explosive light sneezes dusting and decorating the space now between them. Cascading down onto Elex’s face causing the badger to moan around the other’s thick length. “I’m-..so…H’NgXt! Nnch! Hah…close…” fighting to at least finish the thought while his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Elex sucking purely on his tip before pushing down again. The taller’s head continued to bob gracefully, each side of his tongue working over time to massage and press at every individual dip and vein. His hand pumping quickly at his own leaking, needy member.

As each second passed, with Elex’s mouth on his cock, and the new found freedom that the other was less than a bully about this exposed secret, his groin tightened. “Elex…” he groaned his lover’s name, pushing his head with each downward suck, he couldn’t take it anymore. The badger was simply too fucking good at pleasing him. His back straightened against the wall and he threw his head up with existential pleasure. Sven came, hard inside the other’s working mouth. His hips stuttered and he forcibly shoved Lex’s throat down almost drowning the other in his explosive seed.

No matter the difference. Els swallowed every drop as his own shaking fist began to stagger and suffer. Trying to keep pace but finding himself lost in ecstasy and before long his efforts were just enough to send him over the edge, filling his boxers with cum. “Fucking shit….” He hissed plopping Sven’s cock from his mouth as a thin white line of fluid dribbling down his chin now. Sven chuckled, watching his mate in the throes of an intense orgasm, he reached over with his thumb and swiped the line of cum from the other’s face. He held his hand there for a moment , caressing the other’s discolored cheek, while Elex tried to catch his breath.

“Sndfff…Thanks…” he huffed, out of breath between the allergy attack and his lover’s mouth.

“For the blowjob? No problem,” chuckling playfully as El now too sat back, but against the lower cabinet of their sink.

“No…for not making fun of me,” he shrugged. “I know it’s one of your favorite past times but…this time it meant a lot that you didn’t,” Sven smiled over at the badger who met him with a cocky grin and a roll of his duo colored eyes.

“Hey I might be an asshole, but I can read a room…plus…you’ve grown on me through the years…I can’t make you wanna kill yourself ALL THE TIME…” chuckling loosely before reaching over and lightly gripping the other’s chin lovingly before letting go.

“Touché…” the cat responded with a carefree smirk and a quick reach to grip, and hold onto Elex’s hand.

“I love ya, Puss, stop keeping secrets, alright?” The badger said softly, his thumb rubbing over the top of Sven’s embracing hand.

“Yeah, alright. I love ya too, kid,” his orange eyes sparkled with slight mischief but overall love for the bratty male.

“Don’t fuckin call me that,” his green and brown eyes shifted to a narrow glare, sizing the other up now and ripping his hand away from Sven’s loving grasp.

“I’ve told you several times to stop calling me puss,” the Cheshire shrugged almost unphased by this sudden mood swing the other was having, since he was always having one.

“Puss is cute! You’re a cat! Kid is fuckin’ weird…makes me feel less manly, stop it,” pouting now, folding his arms across his chest he certainly fit the description more than ever now. It was more or less not helping his case.

“Whatever you say, kid,” shifting slightly the badger jerked forward and slugged the cat in his arm, hard, no holding back, he did not care and there would surely be a bruise the next day. “Ow! You god damn animal!” His voice said stern but his facial expression said bring it, always ready for some rowdy action.

“Yeah well, maybe it’ll teach you to listen! Dick for brains!” Sticking his tongue out with defiance, Elex continued to uphold his protests, folding his arms back up over his chest.

“Zip it, you neanderthal, and get up…help me find my damn meds…Sndfff…” Sven snuffled loudly again and finally began to lift himself off the bathroom floor, extending a hand out to his partner, offering help but was met with a very stubborn badger.

“Maybe I don’t want to…I’ll have you sneezing all over this house for my personal enjoyment,” turning his head swiftly away to avoid looking at his boyfriend, still pouting, crossed up and avoidant.

“There really is something mentally wrong with you,” bringing his hand back in, Sven now also crossed his arms over his chest and slowly shook his head at the very bratty man on the floor in front of him.

“Yes, but you knew this, and still chose to go out with me, so what’s that say about you? Huh Einstein?” Sharply turning his head back to deliver his final argument it actually made the cat shrug his shoulders and nod his head in agreement.

“You make a sincerely valid point, now please help me unpack all this shit…” again, the cat unfolded his arms and reached a hand out to offer, one more time, his mate a lift back up to solid footing.

“That’s better, a please never hurt no one,” finally, Elex took the offering of the cat’s hand, and connected their palms in a hitch. The shorter of the two promptly pulling himself up on to his feet again. Elex subconsciously began to wipe down his pants and wash his hands.

“I fear I may have made a mistake moving in with you….” Looking the other up and down, he sincerely was starting to question whether or not he made a good choice. He did after all move in with an unhinged criminal that he often stood toe to toe with many times through out their childhood together. This surely, was going to be a rollercoaster ride.

The End

Author’s Notes: What better way to break in the new couple than some smutty snz action. I hope you all enjoyed the new OCs and their sexy, slightly abusive and toxic dynamic. 🫠🫠🫠 I’m sorry y’all we needed something with a bit more umpf. Elex is so BabyGirl 🤭🤭 he just won’t ever admit it 🤪

[nekrosdolly]

Wesker and reader are enemies

During the fight Wesker infects Reader with Uroboros. Chris and Sheva stare in horror as their friend mutates.....but the Reader has the genes to withstand the virus like Wesker.

Cut to Wesker who suddenly develops a hard crush on the reader.

i love this idea!! cw; kidnapping, yandere behavior

wesker sees that you've become what he's been chasing for so long and he's suddenly soooo in love. you've become the perfect specimen, and suddenly he doesn't want to fight you, he wants to keep you safe from the B.S.A.A. and those mongrels who would try to kill you. he'd never do that to you. he's the only other person who understands what it's like.

i feel like this is where yandere wesker really comes into play. a deep urge to protect awakens from far down inside of him. his whole world is you. chris and sheva would have no choice but to watch as he takes you away. he'd keep you locked up and well cared for, as much as you'd try to fight him. he knows your strengths and weaknesses, so try as you might, you fail at every attempt to escape.

[grimauxiliatrixofficial]

Tumblr walking stick LOVES to ban tgirls but not keysmash usernames who's only posts are "amazon is hiring please tumblr users come fall for my scam!!!!!" Type shit

Seppuku is not enough for those responsible for such transgressions. Wretched behavior of the mongrel opportunist scavengers beneath the canopy of leaves at the forest floor, you people are evil.

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

It’s amazing how fast people on this site will say the most racist ass ‘the chinks are in our computers watching us’ shit you’ve ever heard as soon as the prospect of the feds banning TikTok comes up, like great job you fucking mongrels you really showed how much better you are than us dirty chinamen, I’m sure you’d prefer if we were still carting nitroglycerin across mountain passes and dying at the ripe old age of 22.

legit. every social media app takes our data for who knows what and zeroing in on tiktok because "OH ITS CHINA THATS SO SCARY 😱" is just. weird behavior