#they should have included that in the untamed!

[cubbyhole-for-flea-bee]

i was curious what the nie bros would look like if their CQL designs had the hair from the animated series i did my best but i am no portrait artist TT.TT

[iguessitsjustme]

Thank you @ommited-miscellaneously​ for tagging me!

For these 10 characters, I forced myself to choose only one from each show/movie (with one exception) otherwise this would be entirely from The Untamed since I just finished it.

Here are 10 of my all time favorite characters:

1/2 - Shawn and Gus from Psych. These two are the exception because you truly cannot have one without the other. All time favorites right here.

3. Jiang Cheng - The Untamed. It was between him, Wen Ning and Wei Wuxian, but ultimately, my love for Jiang Cheng cannot be beat.

4. Da On - Light on Me. No explanation needed.

5. Danielle - Ever After. The movie that started my love of Cinderella stories. Fun fact: me, my sister, and my mom can all recite this movie line for line.

6. Yamaguchi - Haikyuu. I do watch the occasional anime and Haikyuu is one of my favorites. I love this little bean so much. He deserves nothing but love.

7. Jimbei - One Piece. I was forced to watch this by one of my friends. It is a fantastic show, but I wouldn’t recommend watching it unless you have the time and motivation to watch 1000+ episodes. Anyway, Jimbei is the best character.

8. Aoki - Kieta Hatsukoi aka Vanishing My First Love aka My Love Mix Up. He is my little bi baby and honestly I could have included the whole friendship group here. Wholesome.

9. Vincenzo - Vincenzo. I love it when the titular character is also the best character. Though he is tied for best, but I only allowed myself to choose one.

10. Lee Rang - Tale of the Nine-Tailed. He saved this show for me. I love a good redeemable villain. But also I would let him do violence to me and be happy about it. Look at that unhinged maniac. Just look at him.

Did I need to provide explanations? No. But it’s my tumblr I do what I want. Not gonna tag anyone, but if you want to do it, consider yourself tagged.

[end-otw-racism]

End OTW Racism: A Call To Action

A fan protest against the lack of action from the OTW on addressing issues of harassment and racism on AO3 and within the organization

This is a Call To Action for Fans of Color and Allies

AO3 has acknowledged that they have a harassment & racism problem that its parent organization, the Organization for Transformative Works (OTW), needs to address. Currently, people can use AO3 to harass others through fanworks, comments, and tags. Just a few examples include: racist Untamed “spitefic” that used anti-Indigenous slurs and was written specifically to lash out at fans of color; a Transformer fic that used its Black-coded character to reenact George Floyd’s murder in July 2020; someone naming a fandom scholar who criticized their Nazi omegaverse fic in the tags of the fic specifically to incite harassment to the scholar; writers using racial slurs against commenters who pointed out racism in their hockey fic; and so much more.

In June 2020, after the murder of George Floyd, the OTW committed to addressing these issues. It has been nearly three years and they have not yet implemented any of the changes they promised, other than a blocking/muting tool that was already in development before 2020. We need to hold the OTW accountable to their own promises. (See the section further down on “Why Are We Doing This” for even more detail.)

As fans, together, we are powerful. We are organizing to protest the lack of action on promises made by the Organization for Transformative works to deal with issues of racism and harassment on their platform, Archive of Our Own.

We call on fans to do any or all of the following actions any time between May 17 to 31, 2023 to send a message to AO3 and OTW that we will hold them to their promises.

On AO3

Change the title of ten (or more!) of your most recent or most popular fanworks to include ‘End Racism in the OTW’ in the beginning, and provide a link to this post in your summary or first/top creator’s note

Post a new fanwork any time between May 17th to 31st with “End Racism in the OTW” either as the title or at the beginning of the title. The fanwork does not have to be long - it can be a 100-word fic, a quick sketch, a podfic of a ficlet, a 20-second vid/edit, a short piece of meta, etc. In the summary or first/top creator’s note, provide a link to this post

If updating any WIPs with a new chapter, add ‘End Racism in the OTW’ to the title and provide a link back to this post in your summary or first/top author’s note

Update your AO3 icon using the profile pic graphic in our Social Media Toolkit

Plan to maintain these changes until May 31, 2023, or longer if you wish

Send a message to the OTW asking for an update on their 2020 commitments!

For Readers: leave encouraging comments on fanworks with the "End Racism in the OTW" title to show your support of this initiative.

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What Do We Want?

Since their June 2020 statement, OTW has been working on updating their Terms of Service (TOS) to address racist and bigoted harassment, but with little transparency and only the vaguest of updates. It has been three years since their commitment to this update - we want to see the results of their work implemented in the next 6-12 months. Their TOS updates and complementary policies should include:

Harassment policies that can be regularly updated to address both on-site harassment and off-site coordinated harassment of AO3 users, with updated protocols for the Policy & Abuse Team to ensure consistent and informed resolutions of abuse claims

A content policy on abusive (extremely racist and extremely bigoted) content; by abusive, we are talking about fanworks that are intentionally used to spread hate and harassment, not those that accidentally invoke racist or other bigoted stereotypes

These points are not particularly new and are not our own innovation; please refer to Stitch's article written over two years ago, asking for several of these very things.

OTW has also already committed to various process-based actions for longer-term works towards centering antiracism, including hiring a Diversity Consultant. The last update that OTW published said that the consultant would be hired within the next five years (after already having had three years to work on it since their original commitment). That is not soon enough. We want to see the following process-based actions implemented:

Hiring a Diversity Consultant within the next 3-6 months

Committing to a policy of transparency on this topic, with quarterly updates on the progress of these projects including challenges and their plan for overcoming those challenges. These quarterly updates should be published on OTW News page and newsletters, not solely discussed in Board meetings

Why Are We Doing This?

16 years ago, Astolat famously published her manifesto calling for a fandom Archive of One’s Own. In that time, AO3 has grown to be a central pillar of fandom, likely far outstripping its founders’ original vision. It is more than just an archive now; it is a central hub of the modern fannish experience. AO3 and the OTW must continue to grow and evolve with fandom over time to remain a healthy and functioning pillar of fandom. To that end, there are several areas in which the organization, as it admits itself, is lacking.

In June 2020, in the wake of the George Floyd protests and the uprising of the Black Lives Matter Movement, The OTW published a “This Week in Fandom” referencing the works of Dr. Rukmini Pande and Stitch, among others in which they discussed ‘making change for a better society’ through ‘conversations about race and racism’. In response, Dr. Pande and Stitch submitted a letter to the OTW calling for a more formal public statement than an offhand reference in a News Roundup that only served to call for thoughts and discussion without any indication the organization intended to do anything, policy wise, to address the issues being raised.

Eventually, the organization did remove the references to the works of Dr. Pande and Stitch and then made an official statement on the issue of racism within the organization and AO3. In it, they identified several things they would be prioritizing to combat harassment and benefit users. Some of those have been implemented (notably those that were already under development). However as of this writing, little else has been done especially in regards to:

Improving admin tools for the Policy & Abuse team

Reassessing the current mandatory archive warnings with the possibility of implementing others

And, most importantly, reviewing the Terms of Service (TOS) to allow the Policy & Abuse team to address harassment that is currently not covered by the existing TOS

By their own admission, the current tools and policies of the OTW are not sufficient to deal with issues of harassment and racism.

Several people who were involved in the founding of the OTW, including previous OTW Board members and staff on the original OTW Content Policy Committee, acknowledge that the founding of the OTW in 2008 and early board iterations failed us as a fandom by not doing enough, and by not even considering the way racism is perpetuated in fannish spaces, despite a long history of racism in fandom.

It has been nearly three years since the original commitment by the organization with little visible, measurable progress on these three crucial issues and a complete lack of transparency on where they are in regards to even beginning to deal with these issues. In fact, in Q&As, it was heavily implied by a member of the board that those calling for OTW to deal with issues of racism (which OTW had already acknowledged as a problem!) were not really fans but outside agitators.

This has cast significant doubt on the organization's sincerity and commitment to their stated goals, and on their position as leaders of a central fan tent-pole. Fans of color are not outsiders. They are right here, members of our community, and they are being harassed and targeted and driven out while space and platforms are being given to racists.

We, as fans of color and our allies, find the current state of fandom and current actions (and lack thereof) unacceptable. Fandom is our space, all of ours. We, as a fandom, have a right to a racism-free space and have a duty to our fellow fans to create that space. Unlike so much of the world, this is a space we can control and make better. It is a space we must make better. To read even more about this movement, visit our FAQs.

[aro-ace-from-outer-space22]

The (Light) Saber method of watching Star Wars

Aka; how to give the plot twists maximum effect. A post by me, Space!

Episode Four, A New Hope

Episode One, The Phantom Menace (this movie is Bad, and also a lot of the aliens are just A Racist Caricature in a funny hat. But you probably need to know what happens in it for like, context, unfortunately)

Episode Two, The Clone Wars

Episode Five, The Empire Strikes Back

Star Wars: Clone Wars (miniseries, no longer canon but still very good)

Star Wars; The Clone Wars (TV show, seven seasons (yikes), but thankfully it’s a kid’s show, so they aren’t that long)

Episode Three, Revenge of the Sith

Star Wars; Rebels (TV show, successor to The Clone Wars but not as long)

Kenobi

Episode Six: Return of the Jedi

The Mandolorian

+ Watch episode seven and then like, enough fanvids and compilations of Rose Tyco to get a sense of her character and then decide what you think happens, it will be better than what they did.

[yuuuhiii]

reacting to marks you left

includes: tr boys reacting to marks you left the morning after your guys spicy time:3, 800 words, suggestive!, fluff, crack

𓂃 ken𝜗𝜚

Ken groans slapping his alarm off. He always hated Mondays, having to leave his warm bed with you in his warm embrace. With a little stretch, he glances down at you, softly smiling at his shirt draped over your sleeping form. He leans down and places a kiss on your head, causing you to stir. He leaves for the restroom and you’re stretching under the sheets. “Holy shit.” He says from the restroom. You rest on your elbows, still drowsy. “What happened.” You croak and you can hear him exiting the restroom. “You did a number on me.” He smirks, not fully putting on his shirt, the hickies you’ve sucked on his skin on full display. “Kenny!” You groan, falling against your sheets and covering your eyes. He laughs, walking over to you and prying your hands away. “Inupi and Shin are gonna ask about these, what should I say?” He teases and you groan again, sliding off the bed. “I’m gonna go cook breakfast, you meanie.” You stick your tongue out and he lands a playful smack to your ass. “I love you!” He yells as he returns to getting ready.

𓂃 takashi𝜗𝜚

The sunlight crept through the cracks of space through the curtains. Casting a soft glow on you and your lover. Takashi sighs, his eyes slowly adjusting to the now lit up room. He glances at you groggily and a huge smile is already etching on his face. You shift against his chest, your eyes slowly meeting his. “Morning beautiful.” He smiles, massaging his hand through your hair, almost making you purr. “Good morning.” You mumble trying to wiggle your way back to sleep into his bare chest. He smiles softly at you, pecking your forehead. “Woah.” He hears you say and glances down. “What?” He questions and you giggle to yourself. “Your neck is all marked up.” He looks confused for a moment but moves to grab his phone, swiping to the camera app. His eyes widen at the deep purple marks. “You got carried away didn’t you?” He tries to tease but you place kisses on his neck. “I can’t help myself around you.” He freezes and a blush litters his ears and neck. You laugh at his reaction and he smiles, holding you tighter against him. “I’ll give you some so we can match.” He says seductively and you squeal as he traps you underneath him.

𓂃 chifuyu𝜗𝜚

As you wake up, you realize the bed is cold and there’s no dip next to you. You immediately pout when you slap your hand around and don’t feel your boyfriend. “Fuyu!” You yell and he lets you know he’s in the restroom. You stumble towards him and he’s staring at himself in the mirror when you wrap your arms along his midsection. “Baji and Kazutora are for sure gonna say shit about this.” You feel Chifuyu heat up and you glance at the mirror. Several bites littered across his neck and chest. You blush as well. “Shit baby I’m sorry.” You pout and he smiles turning around and wrapping his hands around you. “I never said it was a problem. They’ll just say stuff like ‘Wow fuyu isn’t a virgin anymore!’ ” He says with a roll of his eyes and you laugh. “What I look like a virgin?” He raises his brows and you playfully nod. “Babe!” He whined and you erupt in laughter once again. “You just like degrading me you sadist.” “What! Who said that?!” Your voices ring out through the bathroom as you help him get ready for the day.

𓂃 keisuke𝜗𝜚

“Babe! Wake up!” You’re shaken awake by your boyfriend. His brows are furrowed as his silk-black hair frames his face. “What Kei?” You groan trying to swat his face away. “Ya need a cover these up. I gotta get to work.” He huffs, crossing his arms. He pulls down his untamed collar, giving you a full view of his neck. Bites and marks scattered on his collarbone and neck. “Why?” You sit up already feeling grumpy. “Why? Because I don’t want the guys asking what the hell this is.” He says and you roll your eyes, getting up. You grab his collar folding it and buttoning his shirt. “Maybe that girl will stop hitting on you if she sees them.” You pout and he smiles, his fangs peaking out. “Aw, ya know I don’t give a fuck about her.” He pecks your jaw, pulling you on his lap. “You better not!” You raise your brows and he turns your face towards him. He kisses you gently, a soft smile on both of your lips. “No concealer?” You whisper and he laughs. “No concealer.” With another peck, you pull away and watch your boyfriend get ready for work at the pet shop. Later that day he informs you that when that girl had come in she seemed annoyed at the marks that were plastered on your boyfriend’s neck.

© yuuuhiii 24 : don’t plagiarize, translate, or post my work on other platforms

[onyourhyuck]

Animal Instinct. | NCT SERIES

Title: CHAPTER 1 ‘The Untamed.’

— Prologue: “When the sun sets meet me at my apartment, if you dare.”

— Summary: You are a marine biologist. You should be able to understand animals and their way of living. When you encounter a new society in a bar under the name ‘Sour Grapes’ you find yourself in a troubling situation with seven different men. Seven different animals.

— Genre: Smut with plot. Minors dni. Fantasy with modern timeline. Female!reader. Secondary genders (but with animals) dreamies are complete red flags. Dub-con. Everything is very dark romance related. Nothing here is for the weak. Everything is just pure filth. It gets progressively worse and worse. Multiple orgasms. Overstimulation. Pet names such as ‘my pretty whore’ or ‘princess’ — minor hair pulling, Fingering (female receiving). Creampie, cumming inside / no protection please use a condom.

— Notes: I APOLOGISE FOR TAKING SO LONG. BUT HERE IT IS. MORE FREQUENT UPDATES COMING UP.

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One thing you love about yourself is that your work basically shapes your entire routine. You love walking inside your laboratory seeing the animals in the tanks you have to take care of and examine. This included various important research that no one should know. It is highly top secret. A simple leak of what you collect samples from the sea or other animal biology from biomes and journals you keep could really be a mess for you.

Working on separating the two and three sides of the samples you have listed from the deep oceans all throughout different sights. You felt a hand approaching behind you quickly.

The man taps your shoulders when you’re so busy working with the test tubes. “Hey Y/n mind giving me—” you jump and turn around with a fright.

“Seriously Johnny! I told you not to sneak up on me like this. Especially when I’m working with these highly reactive test tubes.” You scowled at your coworker, Johnny Suh. He was one of your friends and coworkers. Wearing a white cloak and round black glasses on.

He was a handsome fella. Very charming and handsome you have to admit it. Johnny can be professional but he could also be quite a mood maker in such a serious profession.

Laughing at your unusual behaviour, you’re never this jumpy when you are working but he probably assumes he scared you to death. “What got you so anxious Y/n? You never get scared when i do this.” Johnny raised an eyebrow. He swore he could see your own soul leave your body.

Truth be honest ever since that night with Ningning all you are thinking about how your entire life has been a lie. Sour Grape’s has taken your mind over. No. Mark has taken your entire mind off and away from your daily routines. Everyday you’re thinking about ‘How can this be possible?’ Humans coming from other animals and not just monkeys. It’s insane information. You shouldn’t be believing this but when Jaehyun said it’s a secret; it makes you think there must be some truth to it.

No one on earth would make up such a stupid fairytale on the spot.

If you weren’t a marine biologist with side degrees of zoology you’re just the type of person to not let this slide. You want to learn more.

You want to experience the truth. You want to see if it’s the truth if they actually are who they are setting themselves to be.

Letting out soft mumbles as you close off the testing tubes, afterwards putting the collective tubes in the stirring device. “I haven’t slept well for the past few days. Sorry if i seem like I’m on the edge.”

He gave you a soft smirk leaning on the side of the table while watching you. “Oh honey you seem like you’re more than on the edge. You’re off the edge.” Your eyes make eye contact after you were done with your tasks.

Your friend trails now questioning you as you’re looking at him with a soft look that made your thoughts even worse.

“What’s on your mind, Y/n?” Johnny asked with a small smile. You shake your head, you don’t want to share something so crazy. He might think you’re actually insane, or worse, he might even think you lost your entire marbles.

“Nothing serious, John. Let’s just finish up and go home. I’m tired.” You excused yourself from the conversation to finish up. The only thing you want to do today is figure out what to eat for dinner.

Walking down the street to your favourite food truck, you decided to take your mind off whatever you were thinking for the past week or so.

You felt like your brain was just constantly going back to the same topic and it was draining truth be honest. What better way to distract yourself than to eat your favourite stir fry noddles?

Being a local customer the food truck owner gives you discounts nowadays because you were a customer for a long time. A regular at that.

“Hey I would like the usual.” You gave a smile at the owner who nodded seemingly being happy to seeing you drop by.

“I was beginning to think you’d never return, Y/n.” Said the truck owner and you gave a little smirk. “How could I not return? You make the best noodles.” Complimenting them they blushed and started making the noodles for you.

But then something flashed behind you at a fast pace. You didn’t even realise it until the figure stood overshadowed by their body remaining still as a statue.

Gawking at the menu on the side. Your eyes widen when you turned around with disbelief flashing over your lips and cheeks.

“Young man what would you like?” The owner interrupts your own lingering thoughts of shock. The voice, the sound of his breathing, everything else made you feel so small and in danger just by the presence alone of this man.

He looks back from the menu. “The original stir fry m’am.”

You did not realise you were literally staring Mark down in this moment until his face turned over to you and you quickly looked away biting your bottom lip, staring at your very own feet on the ground. You can’t believe it that Mark and you crossed paths when all you’ve been saying is how you’re going to distract yourself finally!

What was this coincidence? Fate? Destiny?

There was this expression on his face that falters when he finally acknowledges your existence. It’s like he met you before but he was trying to find out from where.

And then it hits him. You were the one with Jaehyun that one night.

The dark tone of voice strikes you like a knife behind your back if anything. “You’re that girl at the bar that one time.” Mark said to you, turning to look at you fully with his entire body now facing you.

You definitely caught the predator’s attention now with how easy you’re to read. God you hate being so readable like an open book — a very non interesting book at that.

You fake a smile, maybe if you just pretend you don’t know him he will give up speaking to you. “Oh no, I don’t attend bars. I’m… allergic to alcohol.” You cringe deep inside when you made up the most stupid excuse.

Really? Allergy? He didn’t even ask about your allergies.

Mark frowns which lead you to believe he wasn’t completely swayed by your own actions right now. You forget how much of animal instincts he must have by now. You can’t fool a tiger easily.

“You must’ve mixed me up with someone else.” You said quietly trying to make it seem more and more believable if you just keep talking.

Thankfully you were praying for your meal to arrive first beforehand he got his. The prayer was answered when you grab your plastic container smiling and thanking them. You literally dashed away but why try to run away?

Trying to out run one of the most dangerous cats you probably made the worst mistake to even show a hint of speed in your movements.

When you were to reach your destination to your car the same black towering figure stands over you. In front of you with a dark gaze.

You let out a mini gasp to be honest, you feel like your heart is being crushed by two large walls that keep on moving forward and forward until your heart and lungs collapse.

Mark sighs. “You know that I can hear your beating heart when you lie?” He said rather amused but also it was eerily like a reminiscing threat thrown at you. You stand there quivering, trembling even, and it made Mark so much more entertained than he thought he would be.

He took a step forward. The stir fry plastic box was shaking in very discreet manner in your hands. Each step he takes you took three steps backwards.

This was a new cat and mouse game you didn’t want to be playing with him at all.

“Y/n was it? Jaehyun mentioned you.” Mark said with a little more confidence now that he actually had you cornered. Now you cannot lie on the spot and try to run away from him.

It’s ridiculous. He looks and was human but in reality he’s not just entirely human is he? He’s a freaking tiger with probably the most define genetics. It’s crazy to you.

You mumble trying to get away still. There was just this instinct inside you to make excuses until you can’t anymore. “Sorry i have to go, i am extremely busy.”

Your heartbeat picked up again, Mark sighs pressing an arm around your body and now moved you to sit down at a bench in the scene. You flinch and he forced you to sit down in front of him with his dark eyes watching you. “Another lie. You must enjoy lying a lot don’t you?”

You look away. You’re watching anything but him. “What do you want from me? I swear I don’t… I don’t know anything.” You’re trying your best to make this situation just deescalate.

He grinned amused. “Well that’s also a lie.” He said sitting down next to you on the bench as your heart was racing incredibly fast. Mark thought you might die on the spot if you keep stressing yourself out.

You took a little breath when he sat down next to you which seemed a little less nerve wrecking.

Eventually your heart calmed down when the silence overtook you both. Mark makes a quick glance over at you again, and he continues to speak when he waited for your nerves to sort themselves out.

You sigh. “I didn’t know you liked this place.” You tried to make a conversation as well but you weren’t sure how well he will respond to it.

Heck you don’t know this guy at all.

“I like it. I’m a regular here.” Mark said with a smirk and he moves a bit closer to you now, he opens up his plastic box of stir fry and starts to eat it with the plastic fork you’d get at a restaurant or other food trucks.

You saw him eating and you slowly shift to open your stir fry. But to be honest you’re too scared to even eat in front of him. You’re trying to act normal though. So you take a piece and ate slowly your own food along with Mark. The man kept watching you even though he ate. But you’re avoiding to even acknowledge him so much.

“Y/n do i scare you?” He was quite blunt and upfront. You flinched when he mentions the exact words you’re feeling.

You awkwardly chuckle and put down the fork. “Is it that obvious?”

Mark scoffs a bit. “You didn’t try to hide it.” He leans away and ate some more, you felt a bit less scared and now more guilty. Now that you think about it he seems like a normal guy now.

“Sorry. What Jaehyun said to me that night at the bar messed with my brain.” You admit it, which made the man next to you smirk. “You know I’m human as well. But I do admit it was fun seeing you trembling.” There was a sense of eeriness in his words but at the same time you were watching him.

He admitted to you that watching you embarrass yourself in front of him was a thrilling show but you decided to just not respond to it.

You didn’t even know what to say back anyways.

“So… are you actually…” your voice trails off unable to think of how to say this. How do you even phrase this?

Mark saw your expression like it was the most readable thing he has ever laid eyes on. He leans forward putting the plastic box down. “Part Tiger?” He spoke those words right out of your throat. You bite your inner cheek nodding.

“Is it true?” You asked with your eyes widen.

He grinned and stands up, putting hands in the front jean pockets he then turns around to you rather amused by your curiosity.

Has no one ever told you that curiosity killed the cat? You’re like a small, tiny cat who can’t keep their nose out of something that wasn’t their business.

It felt rather authentic for you though. Most people are just nosey but you seem to be curious because you want to discover something new.

And that is exactly what Mark likes about you. Your intentions are something he hasn’t seen before. Leaning forward he writes something on the paper and passed it to you, with the same hand you saw the large metal ring with the tiger engraved on it. Grabbing the piece of paper you look cautiously from the paper towards Mark’s dark gaze.

“When the sun sets meet me at my apartment, if you dare.” He said to you simply.

Just like a tiger he caught you by surprise with how sharp his tone of voice was full of silky seriousness. And then he disappeared into thin air as well. You only looked away for a second just for Mark to be gone in front of you.

Leaving you questioning if you should take the bait and go to his apartment even though that sounds like some kind of messed up plan.

For once you were dreading the sun setting. Getting out of your car you look back at the paper in your hand and then your eyes fall back on the complex building in the front.

The address that brought you to this place makes you both anxious and excited. You have many running thoughts on your journey going inside. Every single muscle contraction meant you were growing close and closer to danger.

Slipping your hand over the doorknob you didn’t even knock, the door opened up with the man revealing in front of you.

Mark heard you from a mile away. He knew you’d come and he was right when you stood in front of him with a stunned look.

You really do make him feel like he’s hunting you down.

“Come on in Y/n, I don’t bite.” Mark smirked seeing your hesitation as your eyes peek inside the apartment before your whole body walks in. Mark closed the door after you fully enter.

There was a lack of trust between you two but for some you are wanting to trust this man. You don’t know why but you know one thing for sure; he has bland furniture. All neutral colours and very modern in his apartment.

You tread carefully and put your purse bag down on the couch nearby as you stand in middle of his apartment. Your gaze follows where Mark was on the wall leaning one side of his shoulders on it, the muscular arms crossed together and the lower body curved towards the right side.

Breathing hitching you feel it becoming a round ball in your throat. “So Mark will you admit that what I know is true?”

You came for the truth only. But to Mark he wanted more from you than just to give you a simple truth. He wanted to take a taste of something much better than any truth could provide him or to you.

The body slips off the wall approaching you slowly while his gaze was rather intense and playful while watching you.

“I don’t think I can prove anything verbally to you.” Mark whispers gaining a closer look at your face and the natural scent of your body blending in with the morning coffee you drank as well as your floral perfume; creating this intoxicating sensation in the nasal passages. Mark could crawl to you just by the smell of your own skin.

Hands slowly moving to your waist pulling you closer by an inch your feet trotting forward in little steps towards his body. “But I can show you how a tiger has it’s fun?” He smirks brushing the hot breath escaping from his mouth down to your neckline, while his large eyes are watching you keenly to see your reaction for approval.

Goosebumps evoked on your skin when the tiniest touch of his fingers kneading on your waist bringing you closer to him made you fall into this trance; a trap in other words you’re not escaping a primal animal’s desire at all.

He lifts his head only a little, waiting for your lips to give him consent or a sign of any sorts. But you seemed to stunned and even timid.

The reasoning of you coming to his apartment wasn’t to sleep with him. But the idea of sleeping with someone as magnetic and attractive as him clouds your judgemental. You’re a smart woman you know that and even Mark knows it; you know your stuff. But you certainly look tempted by the invitation.

The only thing you could think about was how badly you want to kiss his lips in that moment. Swiftly you press your hands up to his jawline and pull him in with a sudden kiss when your decision was made finally. Your sudden lips and the taste of them lingering in the air stunned the tiger but you soon felt his hands clawing at your hips lifting you up with his arm muscles — bringing forward your body against a nearby wall as your mouths clashed like two boulders in action. Fighting for something you would like to say is survival; survival of the fittest.

Grunting at the smallest thing, Mark enjoyed hearing them a lot, even the clawing he did down your back and to cup your round ass made you grind up against his body in a friction. Your reactions were what made Mark’s instincts going up the roof. The inner animal was raging from just how much you do this to him. You look ethereal and vulnerable.

Your tongues are tied like a knot together constantly trying to go back and forth only to end up pushing and pulsing instead. Your hair was a mess from just the heated makeout with the man who did not show you a signal mercy.

Running your hands through his hair was probably the most difficult thing for him. Mark’s sensitive area was always his hair and head in general.

You wonder if it’s because tigers in general have sensitive ears; in fact all cats have that trait. It just made your mind run free whenever your fingers cross over his hair. He always lets out soft noises between the heavy parting kisses with your red feverous mouth.

Deciding that the wall won’t be enough for him or for you in that matter. Mark lifted you again this time turning only a small swift left to the bedroom the door opens enough to keep you in and throw you on top of his bed. Watching your body sink on the mattress wasn’t as satisfying as your arms pulling him on top with your lips connecting again for another passionate kiss.

Your voice sounds like music to his ears, Mark could never get tired of hearing your own heart racing and pounding against your chest either. It might be his favourite sound afterall this time.

“Fuck — Mark, hold on.” You adjust yourself on the bed when his hands slipped over your shirt unbuttoned it down along with your lowering clothing slipping it to your ankles. Mark did not know a single vocabulary word about slowing down. He was an animal. Animals don’t wait they just do whatever they want. Whenever it suits them. Your words were pointless to Mark.

He gave you a look when your hands press on his biceps. You needed a moment to calm your heart otherwise you would feel like this whole moment will not be savoured enough.

Leaning in he gave you a gentle peck instead on your lips. Mark tried to slow down to your liking. Holding himself back was hard when you look like this in your underwear and bra only. With your skin on skin contact too.

“Please.” You whisper. “You really don’t hold back.” You chuckled a little bit. Mark grinned softly at your reaction.

Humming he slowly took off his shirt. “Didn’t Jaehyun already tell you?” He sighs and your gaze looks up at Mark when he mentioned another name. “I don’t settle down for anyone.” Mark mumbles connecting back to your close body again when the shirt fell down on the bedroom floor.

He doesn’t settle for anyone so there is no reason for Mark to slow down for anyone. Mark goes fast for everyone and everything.

Your eyes are glued together as one. Your heart skips a beat when Mark was simply staring at you but it felt like he was chasing you across the jungle if anything.

Seeing your stare he had a feeling you might be thinking about your second options. Mark pressed forward to you.

“You still have the option to leave sweetheart, because I won’t give you this choice afterwards anymore.” He slants his fingers down your forearms and your eyes lift up staring into his own deadly irises.

You breathily sigh. “No I don’t want to leave.” You tell him with a determined look and you press your lips on the side of his neck kissing down to his defined collarbones.

Mark chuckled at your amusing response. You don’t want to run away yet you’re the one who told him to slow down?

“Alright. Don’t blame me for what’s about to happen next.” Mark’s voice was dark and low, everything that had been attracting you to him all along. You couldn’t wait until Mark kissed you again, you’re craving for more and more.

You don’t even know what you’re craving; is it the dangerous thrill? Or is it the fact that there was this biological element that keeps your hormones growing more complex.

Whatever it was your thoughts shatter down like a glass on the ground shredded to pieces creating a map of what you’d call your scattering thoughts. The heat forming underneath the pawing motions of the hands threading your body like a needle, grabbing your perky breasts. Hearing out your grasps and manhandling you into the mattress to a position of what his desires are. You’re nothing more than a rag doll. In this scenario you didn’t know what else to think. You were caving for more.

Escaping grasps when the rough grain fingers rub down to your revealing womanhood. His yellow-ish sharp eyes glow by the excessive amount of excitement. Your insides were much mild to his fingers. But they manage to heat your insides up so much faster. When he pumps them up and down your eyes were trying to squeeze shut.

Mark didn’t want to look away from your precious eyes when he was pumping his fingers inside your pussy walls. He wanted to watch you cry out. To him if you weren’t shouting to the top of your lungs then he did not do a good job. And Mark values his ego and pride of pleasuring women he takes to bed. You need to have a good time, your pleasure means so much more than his own.

And that’s the type of man Mark is. He focuses on you as much as he can. There was a sense of addiction towards you. Mark loved smelling your increasing scent on his bedsheets that you’re sprawled across looking like a desperate prey begging for mercy, but deep down you want so much more. With those aching teary eyes Mark knew you were close to a climax.

But did his hands stop? No. Mark didn’t care if you’re close to cumming. Mark will make you cum thrice if he wants too.

By the next few minutes you’re not sure what’s happened but your mind was fogging out between the lines. The bed sheets were leaking by your juices and Mark’s hand and your pussy were only an inch away from one another. His fingers were so deeply embedded inside of you it’s causing your voice to come out like a strain meld.

“Oh fuck… fuck… Mark I think I came already.” You said the obvious not knowing that was his intention all along. To make you release so much you’re starting to lose train of consciousness.

The tiger smirks fondly by your answer. Mark stretching your pussy out so much just so you can be able to fit him later on.

Pulling out his fingers out of your hole he licks them across his plum lips while gaze on your eyes. There was not much space between you two; your breathes are touching.

“You taste so sweet, Y/n.” Mark deems it. Pulling apart the boxers fell on the bedroom floor and he pulled your ankles down so your legs are spread round the hips.

You’re gawking at the sight of his thick glory shown towards your face. You’re not sure what else to say because your expression said it all.

Mark sultry chuckles watching you was seriously amusing. You don’t try to hide your expression with your widen little eyes. “What is it? Did i leave you speechless already?”

Though it sounds cocky. Which it probably was. Mark had a good reasoning to sound like a complete womanising douche.

He was thick. Thicker than anything you’ve seen before. You’re unsure what to say but you cannot argue with him either. He did leave you speechless. It was embarrassing for you.

Mark took your token of silence so he leans his face closer to give you a peck on your lips. He whispers down to your shoulders aligning his face with it. In a way this was to comfort you.

“Don’t worry Y/n. We aren’t finished just yet.” Breathily into your skin Mark buried the nose on the collarbone as the shape of Mark enters your pussy walls this time it was stretched with a slight burning angle that caused your whole body to tremble by itself. Holding on to the bedsheets underneath your body you feel like you’re floating by how just the tip touching at your velvety skin you’re reacting so much to it. This wasn’t usual. You’ve not experienced something like that before.

It’s nothing like the previous times you’ve slept with a guy before. It’s nothing like that.

In this case it feels like you’re fighting for your life but at the same time you’re submitting to yourself knowing Mark was the powerful one here. The one in charge of the moment. The variable that will never change is Mark. In a sick twisted way you like this. You like becoming the prey. The way you’re underneath Mark as he is thrusting you like a wild in-domestic beast, it’s what you’ve been craving all this time. The thrill of it.

For once you’ve forgotten all about biology. You’ve became it instead. Maybe you’re starting to finally understand how it feels to be stepped on by someone stronger than you. For once in your life that is.

Mark couldn’t get enough of you however. It’s the way your dark hair is floating like strands of ribbons on his bed sheets that smell of you now. He knew that once you are finished it is mostly likely to return to normal life. You’ll probably never hear from him. Or he might never hear from you on that matter — but those bed sheets will have your lingering smell and he doesn’t think he will change them for a while. You’re addictive. Strangely Mark has never been this compatible before with just anyone.

It’s crazy how a simple “come to my apartment” leads to you actually having sex later on. But you didn’t care how easy it seemed. You were enjoying it far too much to worry about the consequences. Mark was far too lost between the creeks of your neckline and the collarbones, his thinly pressed tongue sucks across your beautiful canvas. Your moans are starting to resemble poetry to his ears. As if you were all he wants to listen to on hours end.

The tiger felt every inch of your insides clenching with awe around his shape. It was the way you wrap around so easily. Your arms do the same thing. They wrap around his body and cling onto him forever. Mark wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your eyes only part ajar like a door does only to see yellowish sparkles of phenomenal beauty spreading across the bedroom. Widening at the sight you felt like you’re hallucinating. But when you’ve looked at the man above you thrusting you seen exactly a pair of two golden Iris’ staring down at you with nothing behind those eyes but lust.

It felt as if every muscle in his body extended to his original position when Mark grunts the bottom lip pierced to his fangs. “Oh yes, keeping looking at me like that. Such a pretty whore you are.”

Cheeks grows out in awe when Mark brushed over his fingers into your hair only to press you even more into the mattress digging his clock so deep in your insides you’ve lost knowledge of how far you could last. By now it’s been far too long. Your body’s overdrive is now overheating like a computer would — yet Mark shows no sign of slowing.

Even the way his voice stood still like the sea breeze. You’re at a loss of words.

Pulling at your hair slightly Mark decided to make you sit up a little so he could rearrange the speed of his thrusts to become quicker and sharper. Which only made you gasp audibly loud when you’re held in this position for so long. Your brain begins to fog once again.

Mark groans besides your shoulders, carving his teeth marks all over your body. You’re starting to look like a butchered meat eaten alive by him.

His eyes shift close. “Fuck… that’s it… now take it all Y/n.” You’re starting to see some slowing down when Mark unleashed the folds between your pussy walls. You’re starting to give up the moment Mark leaves you to the brim; looking full and plum like he wanted you in the state.

Eutrophic state of being overdriven by an animal, was all you’re able to process.

Breathing heavily into your skin you’re closing your eyes only a little, but everytime you do that you wanted to drift off to sleep. Eventually you’re wondering if you are asleep because all you see is black with a faded out voice I’m the background calling your name all over again.

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By the morning you’re awaken by your own fine reflection of how much your body actually endured last night.

Your lips part away staring at the front. Teeth marks scattering from top to bottom. You look like a whole different person compared to when you stepped a foot into this apartment.

Your eyes dart around the bedroom putting on your clothes that were left on the floor. You had to make yourself presentable at least once in your life because right now — you feel and look completely out of place. Brushing your hands into your hair messily brushing it out any knots. Then you open the bedroom door and step out. You’re met with a smell of eggs frying in a pan.

Following the scent you’re now approaching the shoulders of a man. Short sleeve tight shirt on flexing out muscles while wearing an apron. You’re filled with some form of happiness when you see that food is being cooked.

You mumble with a groaning stomach already. “Morning. What are you cooking?”

The man turned around with a little smirk seeing you’re already dressed and awake. Mark was expecting you to be knocked out a little longer. At first he thought you died on him last night. You’ve suddenly out of nowhere blanked out. But it turns out you were due in need of much sleep.

Mark pressed the eggs out of the pan and onto the plates. Your eyes following where his muscular arms extend out the plate towards you. You took a seat down on the chair by the kitchen aisle counter. He pressed a smile.

“Eggs and some toast. It’s the best I can do.” Mark announces.

You smiled and grabbed a fork. “It’s fine I’d eat anything anyone makes me.” You wish you could’ve shut your mouth when you said that though, because you maybe held your expectations high for Mark. He cannot cook eggs for the love of God.

The smile drops on your face instantly and you clear your voice a little when you’re sending a gaze back at Mark. You take a bite of the half burnt — nearly black at the bottom scrambled eggs. How do you burn eggs? You’ve got no possible human explanation for this sorcery.

For someone who is made to be a perfect stone with no hard edges; Mark can’t cook.

You might of found Mark’s first flaw.

You trail off mumbling. “Maybe I should cook next time?” Nonetheless you eat it all without a complaint. But you had to jokingly point o it out to Mark. You’re an honest woman. You couldn’t lie to him. It might feed his delusional ego.

Mark scoffs a little and chuckles at the end. “Good idea, Y/n. I can handle the other eggs.” You nearly choked on your chewing. But before you could say anything to him he was walking out of the kitchen area with that giddy smirk on his face as if he’s proud for saying something as outrageous as that.

“I’ll be in the shower!” Mark announces without a care that you’re probably as red as an apple.

You shake your head in disbelief and trail off a little laugh. You have a feeling this might weirdly be the most calming morning you’ve had. You go back to eating your scrambled egg wondering what else you will expect…

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[missdrake]

Yandere Aemond Targaryen with Wife!Darling would include: 

Note: NSFW themes, implied forced marriage/relationship, some spoilers 

It has often been argued that Aemond is a mirror of Daemon. Like his uncle, he’s arrogant, untamed, and reckless. He doesn’t flinch at the sight of violence and does not waiver in his pursuits. Still, there are good qualities found in Aemond; his loyalty. It’s seen in his interactions with his family, in how he supported his brother's claim, and in his eagerness to defend their honor. 

His tendencies didn’t develop at the first meeting. You obviously caught his attention, and he gave you more glances than he should have. Nonetheless, his tendencies developed over time, and the more they did, the stronger his feelings became. In no time at all, you grew uneasy, as an intense eye watched your every move, and when you turned to the source, Aemond wouldn't even try to look away, simply staring back at you. 

Aemond doesn’t bother hiding his interest, quite the contrary. In the course of any event, he would find an opportunity to converse with you, as he was coincidentally seated next to you. He inches so close to you so he can hear you 'clearly'. And you have to calm yourself when feeling his knees and shoulders touching yours. 

The prince has intimated many of your potential suitors. Still, your family found a way. You'll never forget how Aemond knocked your fiance to the ground during the jousting. In your prayers, you hoped your fiance wouldn't be prideful and just surrender, but he continued to fight, holding his sword and, as expected, your fiance lost. As Aemond plunged a sword into his throat; his eye found yours. Adding insult to injury, Aemond then gifted you with a crown of winter roses, naming you as the queen of love and beauty. 

Alicent expresses to Aemond her disapproval of the entire situation. It doesn't help that she thinks you've been encouraging her son's advances, as marrying Aemond will give your house a huge advantage. Alicent's reasoning, however, only enters one ear and exits the other. It’s not until she threatens to send you away that she finally gets a reaction from Aemond. For the first time, Alicent realizes how terrifying her son can be. 

The dragon's blood is pulsing through Aemond. He is a man with a strong sense of possessiveness, so one can imagine how intense his jealousy can manifest. He makes it clear to everyone that you belong to him. To his mother, to your family, and to all the lords in the court. And most of all to you. But the irony of it all is how Aemond denies his jealousy. In admitting so, he’s admitting his insecurities. More so, jealousy means that he doesn’t have you. 

His wild and untamed nature is reflected in his sexual appetite. You elicit his most strenuous and darkest emotions that Aemond has suppressed deep inside. Like any man, he lusted for pretty ladies, but the lust you bring him is potent. Regardless of what others think, he has tamed himself more times than he can count. If he were to have it his way, you’d have already been fucked with a bastard child along the way.

Despite the objections of his family, the prince will undoubtedly get his way, and soon enough, you are married to Aemond Targaryen. The prince's smile throughout the entire ceremony caught the court off guard. The reputation bestowed upon him was not reflected in his actions that day. But Aemond still showed his possessiveness to the court by refusing to let anyone else dance with you. His mother had to give him many warning glances as he couldn't keep his hands off of you and was getting a little risque. 

As a married couple, it gives Aemond the opportunity to be as touchy without having to concern himself with the criticisms of others. His affection fuels the gossip around the court. He lets his desire be known in how your kisses are never brief and how his hand seems to be on your lower back all the time. 

Aemond has no shame in how he gives into his urges. Your servants are expected to knock on your door regardless of the time of day because, as Aemond demonstrated, his hunger knows no bounds. Aemond was repeatedly discovered on his knees with his face between her legs. The two of you are just as loud. Even the most hardened walls aren't strong enough to block out all the noise. Aegon quips that you'd have to give birth to an army if his brother continues to give in to his urges.

As violent and possessive as he’s; Aemond isn’t as bad as other yanderes uhm his brother. He longs for you to cherish him and share his intense feelings. He desires your trust and wants you to see the best in him. And most of all, he wants you to understand his actions. Aemond won't have the wherewithal to harm you, no matter how angry you make him or how harshly you betray him. 

Now and then, Aemond feels the urge to inquire of Alys about her visions for the future regarding the two of you. He has doubts when he considers the potential repercussions of asking her to look into the fire. Aemond understands everyone dies; it is a natural part of life, but he has trouble picturing yours. He is incapable of envisioning a set of circumstances in which you must live without him. Who will look out for you and keep you safe?

You'll have to say goodbye to your family with Aemond, sadly, because as your husband reminds you constantly, you are now a Targaryen. Alicent may not be too fond of you, but she’ll still address you as her ‘daughter’ and occasionally have you for a cup of tea. Helaena is more hospitable; in fact, she comes off as overjoyed and eager. You are also welcomed into the family by Aegon and Daeron, though they are a little more formal and aloof, more so, because they don’t want to trigger Aemond’s jealousy. 

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

i was wondering if i could request a combination of ❛ so good for me. look how much you came. ❜ and ❛ have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it. ❜ w/ good endind astarion and including the topics of virginity loss? maybe taking place after the events of baldurs gate ^3^ thank you so so much your time and im looking forward to read more of your incredible writing!

<3 ngl i wrote this to 'To be loved' by aurora lol

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Two rings. They are a matching pair bound by magic, warding magic shared between the rings. The magic of love, the lover's embrace.

Astarion gives you his left hand, you place the ring on his ring finger. The same action is repeated by you and his actions match yours.

It is a private wedding, or as close to one can get as close to, and takes place in the inn room for two. Those special ones for honeymoons.

Dark flames from purple-scented candles, the moonlight shines through the open window, and those ruby eyes shine with gentle warmth.

You found a pretty white outfit and Astarion wears one of those fancy black suits with a coattail.

With Selûne as the witness in this clear night with the moon up high and the stars dazzling in the sky, silence as there is peace, soon to be gone in the morning, but tonight you both will bask in each other as if the world is brand new.

The first of many nights to be lived.

You kiss him with a laugh, how could you not be happy!? "I like your last name. I'm taking it."

"My last name?" He half expected to take yours, "Sweet thing." He kisses your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, "You can have anything of me."

You stare at the wonder of this world, your world in your arms, "All that I am, let us share eternity with each other." No longer will he have to face the darkness alone, it will be with someone— With you. His sun, dawn breaking through the shadows.

Love. Gods, it is as if his heart is racing.

This is a wedding night, a night he wants you. Wants everything he can feel against his skin, every inch of your body to ache for him, and to experience sex because he wants it— And because he wants to share this first night of everything with you.

In this room, with only the moon as the light and witness, he guides you to bed.

"Are you sure? We can do other things." You show genuine concern.

"Yes," Taking a deep breath, "With you, I want this." Confidence and certainty, the ability to consent.

You read his face then your mind stirs as you feel his touch on your mind, just as you had opened your mind to express your feelings to him, Astarion lays bare his emotions and desires. The desire to love and be loved.

His magic is dark, yet soothing. Yours is warm, light, wild, and untamed.

"Astarion."

"If you will have me."

You smile then nod, "Thank you." Though he feels he should be thanking you for giving him something he thought he lost: freedom.

Everything that freedom entails returned to him, though you take no credit for his victory, he is grateful you were by his side.

His lips take yours, guiding you with slow easy movements for you to match him. "Good pup." Your cheeks burn as your hands reach up, fingers tracing the shell of his ears, "(Name)." His eyes flutter shut, his lips seek yours, hands on your hips.

"So good for me," Smiling above you as he gets to be first to see you like this, "Look how much you came." The spell to see through each other's eyes is an inspired one you created to be his mirror. To use the innocent spell to show you the wonders Astarion is doing is… You can't hide, he won't let you hide from his adoration.

Tonight, every night or day, for as long as time will allow: he will be loved and you will know his desires, bare and raw.

"Astarion, oh! Ah, Gods."

Wow! It is like dying! Astarion chuckles from your thoughts as you cum once more by his hand.

"I can't!" Panicking as you never felt so much at once.

"Have a little trust in yourself, I know you can take it. My little love, breathe in and out."

Love and lust, it is as if he is your missing half. Astarion groans at the way your mind races with so many emotions for him. Raw and messy, he never will doubt ever how much to truly love him. Boundless and limitless.

When he is finally inside of you, two bodies made one, he has to stop himself from cumming so soon from how tight you are. The spell doesn't help as you both feel the union not only from yourselves but each other too.

Your nails scratching his back, your legs locking close to you. His fangs bite into your neck, his grip fierce as he moves. Your hips moving with his, your body singing for him.

You can feel how happy he is, he can feel how amazed you are.

The evening seemed endless, and maybe Selûne stayed a little longer in the sky for some love birds.

[houserautha]

Only Pleasure Remains

Summary: Feyd-Rautha has other uses for the mouth of the Fremen prisoner refusing to talk.

Pairings: Feyd-Rautha x GNFremen!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: he fucks your face, it’s nonconsensual, you kind of like it anyway, smut without plot, you get a facial, WITH his black cum because that’s too iconic of a HC not to include, he gets his happy ending but you don’t get yours. Literally.

A/N: I don’t think a Fremen would ever allow this to actually happen but I’m a whore and a slave to my simpler urges. Not gonna lie I wanted this to happen in the movie. Does this even make sense? I don’t know but it’s hot

The inner walls of the ruined sietch is a brief relief from the oppressive heat beating down on the desert planet. Feyd-Rautha discovers a group of his men restraining a prisoner, sunlight pouring in from the hole over their heads. As they notice him they break apart, revealing you to him for the first time since he received news of a survivor.

You’re covered in sandy grime and blood, the nose piece of your stillsuit dangling free, hair dirtied and loose from its previous style.

And you look fucking beautiful on your knees, even with your face wrenched in disgust and utter defiance. Feyd-Rautha didn’t expect to feel such an intense attraction to a Fremen. In fact, he reserves a moment to study you, to confront his desire like an untamed beast — pry open its mouth and examine its teeth.

“They refuse to talk,” one of the Harkonnen soldiers says. He nudges you with the nose of the lasgun and you snarl — you actually snarl — upper lip pulled back, blue-on-blue eyes glinting with hatred.

A trapped animal, desperate for freedom. Feyd-Rautha feels his cock stir.

“For now,” he says. He raises a hand. “Leave us.”

The soldiers exchange indecipherable glances before leaving, ducking back out into the blazing sun. Feyd-Rautha steps as close to you as he dares. Even with your limbs bound, he’s certain that you would do anything in your power to maim him.

“Your silence rings empty among the cries of those you loved,” he tells you. He towers over you, a sentinel of dangerous, crackling energy, wreathed in black armor. “The others are gone. Dead. What service is your silence to them?”

You stare up at him with your seething gaze.

Feyd-Rautha crouches beside you. Your hostility is nearly enough to bowl him over, a tangible, living creature between you.

“If you deny me this now, I will have no choice but to make you.”

He lifts a gloved hand to your cheek, lovingly whispering his fingers over the curve of your face before grabbing your chin. His grasp is enough to spring tears to your eyes, causing you to bite your tongue and draw blood, its coppery taste filling your mouth.

You should hate him. He stands for everything you’ve rallied against. Hell, he had just ordered his men to obliterate your home, your people. Yet you find yourself incomprehensibly drawn to this man who exudes power as effortlessly as others can breathe. It infuriates you. Revolts you.

Your aching, traitorous body pools with heat as Feyd-Rautha parts your lips and forces his thumb into your mouth. Sand grits over your teeth. His gloves taste of dry leather. Of blood; though it could very well just be your own. He presses his thumb down with enough force to shatter your jaw.

Feyd-Rautha rasps, “Then, since you refuse to speak, I will give your mouth a different purpose.”

He wrests his hand from your chin and pain explodes through your skull.

Feyd-Rautha rises once more to his formidable height and works to liberate his cock from his armor. You watch, horrified, transfixed, as he pulls his pants down just enough to show his powerful thighs and reveal a stomach taunt with muscles. His cock springs free and he wastes no time wrapping his hand at the base and stroking it fervently, all the while gazing down at you with naked, unfettered devotion.

And for some reason the sight of him like that transcends you, strips you completely bare. Your entire body trembles.

The na-Baron fists the hair at the back of your head and, without preamble, guides you to his cock, groaning as the warmth and wetness of your mouth envelops him. Anger flaring, you bite down as hard as you’re able — but instead of revoking himself, Feyd-Rautha snaps his hips, driving him deeper into your mouth instead.

He pants his appreciation, clearly undeterred by your teeth.

You gag on his size. He refuses to ease up, however, pushing his cock deeper into the back of your throat. With each thrust, saliva builds, leaking from the sides of your mouth and wetting his shaft. You have no way to retaliate, to pull away, forced to endure him.

He withdraws long enough to show you the glint of pre-cum on his cock, how he spreads it across the head before burrowing it inside you again. The taste of his pre-cum is salty, mixing with your blood, and you can no longer deny your own arousal — you clamp your lips on his cock and suck, using your tongue to circle the salty mixture over it.

Feyd-Rautha releases a rumbling, guttural moan, hips bucking violently. “That’s right,” he rasps. “Take it.” He ignores your strangled pleas as he pushes himself deeper and deeper within you, tears now streaming down your face and cutting tracks through the sandy grime. He pulls out only to insert himself again, in and out, fucking your throat.

You’re unable to touch yourself, or him, and it makes the entire act that much more torturous. You apply this frustration with your mouth, sucking his considerable length every time he jams it past your lips, your mouth and jaw aching with the furious nature of the fucking.

Feyd-Rautha closes his eyes and loses himself in your slick mouth. He has just laid waste to your people and now you were taking him like the good little rat you were, a renegade whore, letting him force his cock down your throat and you were actually enjoying it.

Without warning, Feyd-Rautha withdraws from you, stroking his shaft and positioning himself before you. “Open,” he demands.

You obey and as soon as you do, warm sprays of his ink-colored cum soak your face. He jerks himself through his orgasm, breathy and primal, smooth brows furrowed in concentration. You breathe heavily, shoulders heaving, greedily drawing the air back into your lungs. It’s then that Feyd-Rautha drags his gloved fingers across your face, smearing his cum then pushing his fingers back into your mouth. You lick and slurp down his seed, languishing in the taste of him, unlike anything you’ve had before.

To offer your expense to a Fremen is to offer your life’s water. You don’t know if he realizes this, or even cares, he just watches you as you suck his gloved fingers clean.

Feyd-Rautha does know this sacrifice, this offering, and thinks it a just trade for what he’s prepared to do. He rights himself, fixing his armor. “Strange, what you wish to comply with,” he says. He leaves you like that — bound and covered with his cum, vulnerable — and as he vanishes around the corner you hear him call out, “Dispose of the rat.”

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PART 2 OF THE LOGAN SISTER FIC PLEASE

okay, I know this is short, and yes part 3 is coming and yes it is angsty but I need to get it done

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Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

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part 1 is here

part 3 is here

george russell x sargeant!reader

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“SO YOU’RE TELLING ME OUR ENTIRE RELATIONSHIP WAS A LIE GEORGE.”

“No, no, it wasn’t. Y/N, you have to understand…-”

“UNDERSTAND WHAT? THAT YOU TREATED MY BROTHER LIKE A HUMAN BEING JUST SO I WOULD FUCK YOU? OUR ENTIRE RELATIONSHIP WAS BASED ON YOUR KINDNESS WHICH WAS A LIE! WHY, WHY WOULD YOU FUCK MY BROTHER OVER LIKE THAT JUST TO WIN A GIRL?” she took a deep breath ‘I’m done.’

“What? What do you mean, you’re done.”

She looked won, took another deep breath and looked George in the eyes. ‘I meant, I’m done george. I’m done with this relationship. I’m finished. I can’t forgive you after learning that our relationship was based on you treating my brother like a decent human being, and you planning on winning me over ike that. Well congratulations it worked. And now you’re back to treating my brother like absolute shit, because you finally got the girl. Congratulations. If you want to ‘win me back’, then maybe start with treating my brother like a human being again. But you’ll have to do more than that, Russell.’

And she walked out. George put his head in his hands. He’d signed so many NDAs, you would’ve thought he wouldn’t have left his laptop open and unlocked, particularly with Logan coming over. He really should remember to close his old files. Particularly when your girlfriend, no ex-girlfriend, had looked through your old powerpoints and found an old presentation he’d made to alex about how he was planning on wooing y/n. With the first slide being ‘treat logan nicely.’ and yeah maybe after he’d started dating y/n, his priority to include everyone had fallen behind.

And yeah, Logan was nice. He had learnt that after many morning jogs and coffees and dinners and hanging out after races. He still remembers how scared he had been a year ago, when he had first officially met Y/N.

“Well, then why is he telling me that there have been 2 people, Oscar and Alex, who have actually welcomed him to F1. Everyone else has snubbed him and he doesn’t understand why you don’t like him. He’s lonely. So fucking sort your shit out.”

And he had. Or at least he had tried. And Logan had really warmed up to him and started participating in the driver evenings, but George always visited his house, partly for the runs, partly because his trainer was less strict and he could make a better breakfast at Logan’s, and maybe partially for the hope that Logan’s sister would rock up.

And then she had. And logan had still been asleep. And she obviously still was a professional athlete so she had been more than willing to do a run with him. And then have breakfast when Logan had finally stumbled out of his bedroom. And then get her phone number

And then yeah maybe he had deserted Logan, assuming he now had enough interaction with the rest of the grid to be okay.

Until Logan had called Y/N last night, asking her to come over because it turned out the grid had gone to dinner without him, and he was feeling a little hurt. And she had promised to once George got home, and then she had absolutely laid into him. And now she was gone, presumably to Logan’s and George didn’t know what to do.

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Can I request the senju family,indra,itachi,obito,sasuke,neji,pein and madara and what it’s like for the darling to sleep with them,like actually sleeping ?Thank you ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

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Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, coercion, clinginess, paranoia, abduction, isolation

Sleeping with a Yandere

Indra Otsutsuki

💜It should be known by now that Indra doesn't have any hesitation nor chill when it comes to forcing his darling into anything as long as it pleases his possessive and paranoid side. That most obviously also includes the fact that he abducts you and keeps you from that moment on by his side. You aren't allowed to stray away nor should you ever consider being stupid enough to attempt to flee away. He is the ancestor of every Uchiha known today and he has set the standard by being fully committed to buring down entire villages if it means that he gets to keep you by his side forever. That being said, Indra is in need of his own private time because someone who is too clingy would get on his nerves after a while which is strange considering that he still expects you to pay only attention to him. Indra makes it perfectly clear when he wishes to be left alone for some time. Otherwise you are always kept within his vision and always have to stay in the same room as him.

💜​Naturally this will also include that you have to share a futo with him. You are his lover and very soon you two will be united in a marriage. It would be unfitting in his eyes to have you sleep in a different place than he does. You don't really get much of a choice in this. As always. Now, Indra is very focused on his own training to the point where he may forget the time around him until he realises that it's already night which means that he may go to sleep quite late. Whilst he doesn't have a set time where he wants you to go to bed, the moment he lays down he expects you to join him as well. He is very silent when he sleeps but he is also very alert which means that he always awakes the moment you leave as he senses your movements even in his light sleep and he always waits for your return as if expecting you to put your next plan to escape into action. His hair is surprisingly soft and the spiky strands always tickly you when he moves his body closer to yours.

Madara Uchiha

🌑​Madara is not as forceful as Indra is but honestly, he doesn't need to be. He has enough confidence in his own abilities as well as his influence to calmly allow you to walk around freely as he knows that if something shouldn't work out quite as fluently as he wants it to be, he can still always resort to numerous ways to blackmail you. He likes a potential challenge though so before he uses any of the cheap cards up his sleeves, Madara goes out of his own way to court you normally at first. There is still a good portion of his possessive side visible, especially if you fancy someone else or a pathetic fool should try to get cozy with you in which case he will very quickly present to you and others why he is so feared amongst even the strongest shinobi. Otherwise Madara is almost bearable if he wouldn't be such a smug jerk at times who enjoys annoying and irritating you. If you want to force him out of his comfortable zone though by rejecting him, he'll quickly introduce you to the concept of arranged marriage.

🌑​Really intimate acts are frowned upon before marriage, although Madara truly enjoys playing with fire at times. You only officially live in the same mansion as him after both of you are freshly wed and from that day on you have to share a bed with him. Let's be honest here, his hair is everywhere. His long, untamed mane of black hair is always tickling you and you always find some strands of it on your sleeping clothes but he would never cut his hair as it is his pride. He's also really set on holding you in his arms but you aren't allowed to tell anyone about how clingy he can be at times. A tight grip plus his abundance of hair can make it uncomfortably warm for you at times as he really emits some heat and it is even more annoying if you want to get away or leave the futon for a while as he doesn't allow it. At times you genuinely don't know if he's actually asleep or just pretends to lightly snore to annoy you in the middle of the night when you try to wake him up to argue with him to let you go.

Hashirama Senju

🌳​Hashirama isn't forceful per se but he being very pushy with his hopes and affection. Hashirama is a dreamy delusional man who spends a good portion of the day daydreaming about you whenever you aren't around him in that moment. How could he not spend every waking and even sleeping not without you filling all of his thoughts? He has so much influence and abilities and the only reason why you are partially safe is because he is for the most part a very goofy and lovely man who wants to win your love and affection. However, there is a lot of pressure from the public as well as his own clan as Hashirama is very beloved in his village. Obviously the man would never want you to suffer like this but unconsciously he is also guilt-tripping you into agreeing to a relationship with him and it is the same dilemma all over again when he asks you after only a few weeks later for your hand in marriage, too caught in his own delusions to consider that it might be too soon for you.

🌳​After marriage is when both of you are officially expected to share the same home and a prospect that Hashirama is especially excited about is sharing a bed. He is very clingy around you and he is often being criticised for it from his clan as he as the head of the clan and the Hokage is expected to have a certain image. So sleeping with you is one of the few times where he is completely alone with you and can be as cuddly and affectione as he wants without being judged and he spends a good few minutes just showering you in soft kisses as soon as you lay down with him. He has always quite long hair but it isn't as unruly as Madara's hair, although it still gets everywhere. He has his arms always wrapped around you at night and he prefers falling asleep whilst facing you so that the last thing he sees at the end of the day is your face. If you consider his busy schedules, he really savours every moment every moment cuddling with you and starts pouting when you want to leave the sheets before him.

Tobirama Senju

🌊If we are being objective, Tobirama is probably the strictest one from the founders. He takes everything a tad bit too serious and despite being the younger brother of Hashirama, they are quite different. Tobirama can be incredibly manipulative and threatening as the one who orchestrates your potential downfall whilst forcing you to come back crawling to him. That being said, he does opt for the normal route at first which actually includes getting to know you and wooing you. Tobirama is hardcore traditional and he values traditions and doings of his clan that have been done generations before him. You are getting trapped in an arranged engagement and an eventual marriage though if you refuse his courting as Tobirama is actively going to blackmail you in which regard he is different from his older brother as Tobirama is very lucid of his own feelings. As much as he hates Madara, both have little to no shame in using everyting within their power to claim you if you shouldn't choose them freely.

🌊Yet he is actually someone who has another room prepared for you to sleep in as he is willing to give you time to adjust if the wedding shouldn't have been made with your own consens, although you will eventually stretch his patience if you take too long. You definitely have a time where he expects you to get your sleep which is ironic considering that he does stay awake up until early morning at times to finish some important work to the point where it is your job to remind him to sleep. Even then he takes much longer to fall asleep as he is the type to think too much in which case it would be quite relaxing for him to listen to your own breath if you should have fallen asleep before him. He always wakes up so early though and isn't even above waking you up as he isn't as familiar with the concept of just enjoying to lay in bed as you might be since he needs to be productive. He is very quiet as soon as he does fall asleep though and the loose hold he has on your waist isn't a challenge at night.

Tsunade Senju

🐌​Tsunade is paranoid, protective and possessive and as much as she wants to make her darling happy, those different emotions don't necessarily align well with each other. The only bright side is that Tsunade is a sweetheart despite the tough appearance she might put on around others at times. She really cares about your wellbeing but her traumatic past has led her to be very frightened to lose another person she holds so dearly to her own heart. This can lead her to being very overprotective around you and that whole aspect is somehow made even worse when considering that she is a medic. Even if the encounter with Naruto has led her to overcome parts of her trauma, her obsession will definitely awaken some of those scary feelings again. She is very picky when choosing someone to keep an eye on you if she should be too busy and mostly Sakura or Shizune end up looking out for you as those are her students who have Tsunade's trust.

🐌​She shares the same mindset as her grandfather does in a way. Being able to lay down after a long and exhausting day whilst being forced to deal with the old people in the council is her highlight where she gets to be as clingy and as affectione with you as she wants to be. She isn't going to actively force you but you know that you'll hurt part of her feelings and the way she handles that pain can lead you to feel very guilty. Tsunade is a strong woman and she knows that but it is a very rare instance where she actively has to hold her strength back whilst cuddling with you in bed because her grip can get very tight at times. Especially if she has a bad dream involving her dead brother and lover can her grip get very tight to the point where you wake up and have to shake her awake unless she wakes up startled and disturbed beforehand. She is so sweet and soft though as soon as both of you are laying under the sheets together whilst kissing you and telling you how much she loves you.

Pain

🌧️​After Yahiko's death it is very safe to say that Nagato's whole view on the world shattered and emerged as something very dark and scary. The organisation which had been originally created to do good in the world has since become the very definition of fear and terror from the shadows as Pain has killed ever since without any morals. However, the blossoming obsession has brought out a deep-rooted fear within Nagato to lose you, someone he loves so much that he can't even bear it at times. That's why he immediately abducts you with one of the many bodies of Pain and locks you forever away in the tower where his real body resides, even though you don't know that just yet. By using his other bodies, he can't seem to express his feelings quite as he wants or even could which heightens your fear even more and within all of the isolation and terror Konan seems to be the only one who can initially help you to be less scared as well as advice Nagato what he should do to make you more comfortable.

🌧️​I mean, his real body can't really lay down to sleep with you and I doubt that Nagato even sleeps much to begin with which leaves us with the many other bodies he controls. Honestly, this idea never crosses his mind since the remaining bodies of Pain are essentially dead humans he controls and don't require sleep. It is up to you to even bring this up and Konan reassures him that this is a good sign because it means you are comfortable enough around him which makes Nagato quite giddy on the inside. He feels a tad bit disappointed that he can't do it with his body but you're pretty much free to choose anyone of the other bodies of Pain to lay with you in bed. The metal piercings are always a cold shock on your skin though, not to mention that it is quite uncomfortable when the body of Pain gets too close to you and those things jab into your skin. The thing is that the body isn't even sleeping but instead they're watching you the entire time during the night so that's a great jumpscare to wake up to.

Obito Uchiha

🔥​Obito has also been severely broken ever since Rin's death opened up his eyes to how cruel and twisted the world around him really is. He has dedicated himself to fulfill Madara's vision ever since and has lost all of the aspiration and principles he has held close to his heart back when he used to be young and naive. If you give a man who has nothing to lose anymore an obsession, you will fuel a fire until it becomes an all-consuming inferno and that is exactly what happens when Obito becomes absolutely infatuated with you. He is willing to do absolutely anything to protect you and will commit the most heinous crimes all in the name of his obsessive love. Nothing will touch you though, not even the flames that burn down everything around you. You are left with abduction and terrible isolation though as Obito keeps you away from the world that betrayed him and hurt him to protect you from all the cruelty out there. You may not understand and you may beg for freedom but Obito knows what's best.

🔥​His sleep schedule is probably not the healthiest one but he really doesn't care as long as he gets to be clingy and can savour your body held against his own. He is so pushy and doesn't give you any chance to protest as he is instead sickenly sweet whenever you go to sleep and lay down. He wants to take care of you and by extent he is someone who will tell you at one point that you should get some sleep now as protecting you means also controlling your life. Even if your breath, your warmth and your scent should lure him into slumber it isn't very deep to begin with and he wakes up multiple times within an hour as neither his mind nor his heart allow him to rest well. As long as you have a good night of rest though, Obito is satisfied as this is all that matters to him. He doesn't mind staying awake for hours just to watch your sleeping face and feel his heart swelling when seeing you so vulnerable and sweet as it only aids him in his dark determination to protect you no matter what.

Itachi Uchiha

🍡​No matter how guilty Itachi is over what he has done despite being fully aware of the wrongdoings of it, it doesn't change the fact that he has still abducted you and has made it impossible for you to lead a normal life anymore. He tries to make it up to you by being kind and considerate but ultimately he knows that nothing can ever fix his mistake that you have to suffer from for the rest of your life. He allows you the space and the silence though if you should need it as he understands that he would probably only fuel your fear and anger by being too pushy. So he allows you to distance yourself from him even if the loneliness hits him different now that he actually has someone he wishes to spend his time with. He still makes sure to take care of your basic needs by cooking and checking on you from time to time but otherwise he doesn't try to engage with you unless you make the first step by talking to him first. Honestly, you get a lot of time just for yourself though as Itachi has long missions.

🍡​You have a separate room with your own place to sleep in as you aren't forced to share a futon with him at night. That doesn't imply that Itachi secretly doesn't long for you at night sometimes but he always reminds himself to be better than that. Sometimes loneliness still gets the better of him which leads Itachi to silently sneak into your room and watch you sleep for a while which makes him feel simultanously ashamed as well as peaceful when seeing you at least sleeping well despite your troubling circumstances. Sleeping with you will be done with your consens and a part of him feels much more relieved and fulfilled to have you much more willing and open around him even if he still knows that it's partially the isolation that has gotten to you. Itachi actually sleeps better when he has you next to him, although he still wakes up a few times and has a very light sleep. There is an unfamiliar feeling of joy and peace though when he has one arm wrapped around your warm body that leads him into a calmer sleep.

Neji Hyuga

🕊️​Neji is honestly like a dream prince. You are the world to him and he absolutely adores you with every cell of his body. However, he is very delusional and protective due to this infatuation of his and even if he has some moments where he might sober up from his obsessive feelings, he always gets pulled back. He wants to marry you and he wants it pretty soon. He isn't as forceful as some other characters would be but he is almost always trying to warm you up to the idea and as soon as he has made the decision to ask you for your hand in marriage, he is sweet-talking and coaxing you into wanting the same thing as him. This is manipulative and toxic to the eye of a rational person but Neji genuinely believes every word that he says. He believes in all the sweet promises of love and romance because he knows that he'll only ever treat you with utter adoration and love. You should know better but it is hard to not fall for Neji's charm as he is so gentle and sincere about everything.

🕊️​It is the same charm that will lure you into sharing a bed with him as well. Whilst Neji would be considerate enough to allow you your own room, although reluctantly and with some usage of his Byakugan to watch over you even if you're already asleep, he is coaxing you into something once again like he has done always with you. It is hard to not feel your heart flutter though when he wraps his arms around your body, kisses your forehead and listens to all your worries, hopes and memorable moments whilst looking at you with such adoration in his eyes as he's fully invested in everything you have to say. His hair is one of the softest things you have ever touched in your life and he gladly allows you to play with it a little bit whilst both of you are together in bed. Neji prefers to stay awake until you have fallen asleep as it gives him a feeling of security and peace to see you asleep before he himself also closes his eyes and enjoys your body pressed against his whilst also drifting off to sleep.

Sasuke Uchiha

💙​He may not be as extreme as he used to be but Sasuke is fully capable of committing horrific things to ensure that you stay with him. An abduction is also a plan in that because Sasuke doesn't want to settle down anywhere for now so you have to take part on his journey and whilst he may ask you if you want to join him, don't even believe for a moment that he would accept a rejection from your side. He knows that he is doing something wrong but he is too possessive to be fully able to feel the extent of guilt that would be appropriate in this scenario. The worst part is that he is sometimes for days on end the only person you see as the next village may be still away and with that your next chance to be around someone who isn't Sasuke. As you are forced to spend so much time with Sasuke, you are always kept within his vision so he can keep an eye on you in case something happens and to reduce the chances of you doing something potentially stupid. You hate it at times so much.

💙​For some reason, despite your initial impression that Sasuke is more of a distant individual, he insists from the very first night that you two should lay next to each other. Arguing with him can give you at most only a few days where he begrudgingly accepts that you sleep away from him but eventually he leaves you with no choice as he turns more forceful. At times it might actually be wiser to lay next to him because both of you are going to sleep outside a lot during his travels which means that it can be cold and windy which makes his body warmth quite useful and you can almost feel the smug grin crossing his lips when you have to cuddle yourself closer to him whilst goosebumps are covering your skin. Since both of you are outside though, he is much more alert due to being protective over you which makes him quite aware of his surroundings even whilst he is asleep. Surprisingly touchy with you at night too considering that he is much more reserved with it during the day.

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saw some western aus and wanted to throw my proverbial hat in the ring. well. toss it gently. place it down on the edge-

actually no fuck that, slamming down the hat i have Thoughts:

first off, if anything this au should be the silliest looney toons bullshit.

~ of all the revolvers are unloaded. so gunfights are just people saying "bang" at each other and then throwing the nearest thing at their opponent in place of a bullet

~ Wally is the town sheriff, and he's hilariously incompetent. he also has a habit of shoplifting apples from Howdy's saloon / general store fusion. his cowboy hat has a card with an apple on it tucked in the band, but he doesn't wear it, so at nearly all times one of his hands is occupied with holding the hat. also he doesn't wear his badge ever

~ Barnaby is the town deputy, and he's marginally more competent than Wally. however, he doesn't take his job seriously and is usually napping in his chair on the sheriff office porch. sometimes he wears Wally's badge along with his own for funsies

~ also when Howdy catches Wally stealing, he'll call Barnaby over. Barnaby will proceed to arrest and lock up Wally in his own jail until Barnaby feels too bad for leaving him in there and lets him out

~ there is only one horse in town, and its Eddie's so that he can do his delivery runs and get mail from the town over - he has a lil wagon too. Sally has a running gag where she tries to steal the horse, but it completely ignores her and won't budge an inch.

~ on that note, Wally has one of those stick horses. when he needs to chase someone down, he hops on it and Barnaby lifts him by the scruff and runs, gently shaking him up and down to simulate natural horse riding movements. somehow it always works. no one can escape this tactical move

~ the only role i can see for Sally is overly-theatrical outlaw, just as incompetent as Wally. she never succeeds in stealing anything but also never gets caught because, again, Wally is terrible at his job. everyone usually comes outside to watch their wacky "fights" and do nothing about it, including Barnaby. also Julie helps her sometimes

~ Julie i think would be the town banker. she's unusually strict about it and can get kind of scary about technicalities. however the town doesn't really use currency, so they have a point system that they keep careful track of. it would be stickers, but those dont exist. actually fuck that these are puppets, stickers exist and the board is like the gold stars in that one spongebob episode

~ Frank is an entomologist that decided to brave the untamed west to see what new bugs he might discover. what he discovered was dust, scorpions, and an inability to leave the town due to no monies anywhere. he finds entertainment in keeping track of the local ant colonies' wars & affairs, and also complaining at Howdy at the bar

~ everyone complains to Howdy. he has someone at his bar at any given time and he's taken to being incredibly passive aggressive about it. they still have to pay with jokes or favors or whatever they can think of that he'll accept

~ Poppy runs the hotel, where pretty much everyone lives. Julie lives there, Frank lives there, Sally lives there, Wally lives there. Barnaby prefers to sleep in the sheriffs office, as he doesn't want to make the "across the street" commute. Howdy also stays in his saloon/store, and Eddie sleeps in his post office - as canon intended.

~ Home is the mayor. don't ask me if he's a person, an object head, or just a building - i do not know. he's probably still a building. no one can understand what he says

~ oh also Frank is incredibly pressed over the fact that the town's lawfolk suck at their job. he swears he has an aneurysm every time Wally chases Sally down the street on a stick horse, or when blatant crime is happening right in front of a very asleep Barnaby. he is tempted to take over as sheriff, but alas, there are scorpions to be stung by

~ and finally: apple chaps. thats all thanks good day

[fangirltothefullest]

Okay but now what if how you designed Remus but in as many words as you want, because I'm loving these design breakdowns

HELL YEAH!

Remus to me is full of chaos but he is also the antithesis of Roman with similar qualities but a total lack of self consciousness or bashfulness. He is freedom and he gives no shits.

Inspiration 1: Mad Madam Mim

I start with a disney character full of chaos and I am inspired by mad Madam Mim because she is wild and chaotic and i absolutely love how fun she is as a villain and the most important thing for me is that Remus is fun. He's bonkers and has terrible ideas but he's also harmless in terms of reality. He's like an annoying little brother that wants to show you the Weird Gunk he found in the trash.

Inspiration 2: Snidley Whiplash (or Dick Dastardly)

Remus to me is a guy who knows a lot of things and he's actually really clever but he wants to BE a villain like Snidley Whiplash or Dick Dastardly, including the moustache. He wants to tie people to train tracks because it's fun. His personality is "I found the dynamite and the roller skates! :D"

Inspiration 3: Wile E Coyote and looney tunes as a concept

If Remus is anything it's a creature that can be stabbed in the eye and come back fine. It's a person who can make acme-like contraptions that do not work and that's ok. He is, if nothing else, Wile E Coyote and he is having the time of his life. He should therefore have hair that is a littler wild and crazy and untamable like Wile E's tail.

Inspiration 3: Royal villains

We will look at Galavant and also OUaT again!

There's nothing quite as detailed in costume as evil royal villains. They always seem to be the most extravagant or at least have all the buckles and things and Remus has an outfit just the same. Like Roman I want his royalty to show with his clothes but unlike Roman I want Remus to look way less put together. More a culmination of his clothes he chooses to wear but only because he HAS to wear something so he's going to show skin.

Particularly though the one I associate with Remus is Captain Hook from Once Upon a Time.

Inspiration 4: Captain Hook / Pirate aesthetics

Roguish, half-opened shirt, details, dressed fancy, swashbuckling. Remus would make a great pirate because he has the swagger and charm of a drunken man sailing a boat with a pet giant octopus he calls Lil Pussy.

Speaking of octopus...

Inspiration 5: Kraken and hentai

He has an octopus on his belt and he deserves tentacles for a pirate feel but also for fuckin. Cause he's a raunchy bastard. Anything taboo is something he wants to think about.

Inspiration 6: Punk aesthetic

What easier way top buck against the norms than to embrace punk vibes? Jewelry, upside-down crosses, I don't like going overboard with it but I like giving him some. Fingerless gloves, chokers with spikes, those kinds of things work well for his "I am everything your religious grandmother hates, embrace it". His outfits that aren't standard could look like he made them himself or found them in the garbage and went "awesome!"

Inspiration 7: Weapon Master

Remus likes to hit things with his mace and while Roman has his sword, I imagine Remus is an expert at weapons or at least likes to use them so even if I am going to dress him up nice I want a weapon nearby somewhere.

Things that are a must:

So many details, Remus will not leave your eyeballs alone. If you think Roman has details nope, Remus wants your eyes to bleed with them.

Remus should have longer hair than Roman, wilder bangs and wilder curls. Shorter hair is fine but a ponytail is even more fun. Like the tie holding it'll break at any moment.

Weapons galore, arm this baby at every opportunity. Likewise, scars are acceptable but it's ok if they disappear at random because chaos loves chaos.

If Remus has his main garb off he should be showing skin to the best of his abilities and his collar should drape down wider than normal because let that man be a slut.

Tentacles should be numerous when shown and they should have a mind of their own doing whatever they want.

If Roman wouldn't wear it, Remus would. If Roman wouldn't think it, Remus would, and if Roman would be disgusted, Remus would love it.

Remus should have annoying little brother vibes.

Any non-standard outfits should look like he cobbled them together with duct tape and chewing gum.

So I came to this:

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Stolen Heart

➳♡゛PAIRING: Bandit/Outlaw!Geto x Princess!F!Reader

➳♡゛SUMMARY: As a princess you've been forced to marry as your fate has already been decided for you. That's until you fall in love with a mysterious stranger, leaving you to decide on if you should follow that fate or let your heart decide.

➳♡゛WARNINGS: Mentions of arranged marriage, Fantasy AU, Angst (if you squint), 2 Smut scenes (MDNI), Fluff, Oral (F Receiving), P in V , Kissing, Nipple Play, Explicit Language, Creampie, Forbidden Love, Fingering, Female Reader, Unprotected Sex. (Word Count: 5.5K).

➳♡゛A/N: This is my entry for @junevenile The Renaissance Cabaret Collab. Italics & Bold is Past tense.

The brightness of the early morning sun shone through Y/N’s chamber as she sat at her golden vanity table, her attendant assisting her with the last of her morning routine.

She’d insist that she could get herself ready on her own, as she was no longer a child anymore but her mother’s words would continuously run through her head about how improper of a lady, especially of a princess that would be.

The constant reminder that she was a princess was constantly brought up, it was something she wanted to escape, but she knew better as she’d have important duties to fulfill.

One of those important duties would include an arranged marriage, set by her parents. Y/N would marry some king or prince, specifically to gain whatever benefits both parties would give each other even if it was to some old man, her words and choices meant nothing to them and there was nothing that she could do about it.

Y/N would continuously go about it without a second thought, but that would be until she met her secret lover.

It's funny how the two met, Y/N had caught him sneaking around the palace grounds. She remembered as if it was just yesterday as the two would constantly make jokes about it.

As she was still being assisted her mind drifted off to the exact moment of when the two had met:

“May I ask why you are sneaking about?” Y/N’s head remained down as she continued to pretend to read whatever literature she had at the time, as a small smirk played against her lips.

The mysterious raven-haired stranger slowly crept out from behind the overly large bushes. As he gave her somewhat of a mocking bow, “It seems as though I’ve been caught.” He spoke as he slowly looked at her.

A playful smile flashed on her lips as she rose her head to look at him, “I guess you're not as slick as you thought. Now, I'm sure I asked you a question.”

“Princess! Princess!” A voice called out to her as she looked in the direction of where it was coming from.

Y/N’s eyes widened in panic as she looked back at the man, a hushed “Follow me,” being said as she stood up to quickly lead the way.

The man stood for a brief moment before speaking, “Are you sure that’s wise Princess?” he questioned, a slight lace of arrogance coating his tone.

She quickly grabbed his hand to lead him away, “I’m sure you don’t want to get caught. Just follow me quickly,”

As she continued to  lead to make sure she was far enough, she’d stop, catching her breath as she turned to face him.

“You didn’t answer my question earlier. And don't lie I know most of my people here,” she spoke, her voice low and sultry leaning in closer to him, a sly grin on her lips.

He looked at her, his eyes narrowed slightly as he realized what she was asking him. “Are you asking me why I’m sneaking around your palace?” he asked.

She nodded slowly, as her eyes fixed on his. “I’m a bandit,” he said, the words falling from his lips like a confession.

Y/N’s heart raced at his words, her mind racing with possibilities. She knew that she should be afraid, that she should turn him over to the guards, but there was something about him that called to her. Something wild and untamed that she couldn’t resist.

“It’s dangerous to be around me,” he warned, as his voice lowered.

She stepped even closer to the man as another playful smirk crept on her lips again, “And what makes you think I can't call my guards?��� she teased.

The raven-haired stranger chuckled, “Because Princess. I know that you won’t. I believe that you're intrigued by me,” he replied, his eyes flickering with a mischievous glint.

The woman couldn't deny the truth in his words, as her attraction to him only grew stronger with each passing moment.

As she continued to reminisce lost in her thoughts, her attendant finished the last touches to her makeup, a knock interrupted the silence of the room bringing her back to reality.

“Enter,” Y/N called out, her eyes meeting the reflection of her other attendant in the mirror.

"My lady, we must prepare for the arrival of your royal family." The individual said announcing the news.

Y/N sighed knowing that she would have to put up a front again, pretending to be content with the idea of her arranged marriage. But deep down, she knew that she could never love anyone as much as she loved the raven-haired bandit who had stolen her heart.

The sound of trumpets announcing the arrival of her parents was what snapped her out of her thoughts once more.

As they entered the room, her father wore a proud smile and her mother looked as regal as ever.

Y/N curtsied as they approached, greeting them respectfully. Her father took her hands in his as he spoke, “My darling daughter, I am pleased to announce that we have found you a suitor. He is a prince who will soon be king from a neighboring kingdom and your mother and I believe him to be worthy of your hand in marriage.”

Though it pained Y/N to keep up her appearance, she tried to smile and appear happy for their sake. Inside, however, she couldn't help but think back on the man who she’d fallen in love so easily with.

But as the words fully sunk in, her heart shattered and tears threatened to fall from her eyes. She continued to force a smile onto her face, not wanting to disappoint her parents by showing them her true feelings.

“I am honored to accept your decision father," she said, grateful that they didn't notice the quiver in her voice.

She could feel the weight of disappointment on her shoulders as she looked away for a mere second, taking in a deep breath before turning back to face them.

Her parents nodded approvingly at her show of obedience and continued speaking about the wedding plans before leading Y/N out of the room.

Once she left to head back to her quarters, her fingers played with the hidden small gold necklace that was given to her by Geto. Just a little after they met when they both confessed their love to each other; the necklace was a heart that had his initials on it. A simple symbol to show that she was his and that he’d always be with her in every passing moment.

It was moments like these where she needed him most.

(Y/N) hadn't told him about the arranged marriage her parents were planning on setting for her. Yet, she knew that she would have to tell him sooner than later.

She suspected that he would have known as word travelled fast around the kingdom but she still wanted him to hear the news from her himself. She was expected to be married within a few days now that a suitor was found, and she was not looking forward to it.

Tonight, the palace was holding a ball to celebrate her soon-to-be marriage and Y/N felt sick to her stomach as she knew her time was near, she wanted to cry but she blinked them away quickly as she continued to plaster the fake smile on her lips.

“My lady, are you alright?” the woman who was helping her stopped what she was doing as a genuine look of concern was on her face.

Y/N nodded her head, trying to mask the sadness that was overwhelming her. "Yes, I'm fine. Just a bit tired," she responded, forcing a smile onto her face. "But thank you for asking."

The attendant started to say something else before being interrupted by a knock on the door. "Excuse me, my lady," another spoke as they entered the room. "Your presence is needed downstairs for the ball."

Y/N took a deep breath, straightening her posture as she stood up from the vanity. She made her way to the door, taking one last glance at her reflection in the mirror before exiting the room again.

As soon as she reached the bottom of the grand staircase, the music started and she was greeted by a sea of guests. The room was filled with nobles and royals alike, all dressed in their finest attire.

Y/N inwardly groaned at the thought of having to socialize with these people, putting on a smile.

As she walked around the ballroom, most of the guests bowed to acknowledge her, some of them even letting out a few compliments about her grace and beauty. 

Continuing to greet the guests and make small talk her thoughts kept drifting to Geto and the imminent wedding. She couldn't imagine spending the rest of her life with someone she didn't love even though she knew she had to.

A gloved hand then reached out to her, signaling that someone wished to dance with her. Y/N looked up, her gaze meeting the eyes of the prince who was betrothed to her. She plastered a smile on her face as he took her hand, pulling her close to him as the music started.

"I must say, you look quite lovely tonight," he said.

Y/N forced a smile, trying to be polite. "Thank you, your highness," she replied, her mind elsewhere.

The prince continued to make small talk, but Y/N couldn't focus on his words. All she could think about was Geto, and how much she wished he was here with her instead. She wanted to disappear, to be anywhere other than in this ballroom with this man she barely knew.

As the dance ended, the prince bowed to her, kissing her hand gently. "I look forward to our wedding day in the next few days, Princess," he said before walking away.

Y/N felt a bit sick at the prince's words, knowing that she should be grateful for the union her parents had arranged for her. But her heart belonged to someone else. This was not the life she wanted, but she had no choice. She had to marry the prince and accept her fate as a wife and soon to be queen.

Walking around the ballroom, trying to avoid any more dances with the prince, she spotted a familiar figure lurking in the shadows. It was Geto, dressed in black and wearing a mask to conceal his identity.

He caught her eye and nodded, signaling her to meet him outside. Y/N knew it was risky, but she couldn't resist the temptation. Her heart was racing as she made her way through the crowd, trying to avoid the watchful eye of her parents.

Catching the attention of one of her attendants she spoke, "Please let the Queen know I'm not feeling too well and must step away for a bit."

The attendant nodded and Y/N continued walking, feeling the weight of her dress slowing her down. She stepped outside into the moonlit courtyard where Geto was waiting for her.

"Geto," she whispered as she wrapped her arms around him, holding on tightly. "What are you doing here?" she whispered, trying to hide the excitement in her voice.

"I couldn't stay away. I had to see you," he replied, his voice soft and gentle. "I heard about the wedding. Is it true?"

Y/N nodded slowly, her heart heavy with the thought of being forced to marry someone she didn't love. "Yes. My parents have found a suitor for me. It'll be in the next few days. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

"I can't stand the thought of you marrying him," Geto said as he pulled away, his eyes blazing with intensity. "I'll take you away from all of this."

Y/N's heart swelled at the thought, but she knew that it was impossible. "I can't do that, Geto," she said, her voice laced with regret. "I'm a princess, and I have a duty to my kingdom and my people. I can't abandon them like that."

"But what about us?" Geto asked, his expression pained. "Don't we mean anything to you?"

Y/N's heart ached at his words, and she took a step closer to him, taking his hand in hers. "Of course, you mean everything to me, you mean more than I could ever put into words" she whispered. "But I must accept my fate as a princess and marry the prince."

"Forget your fate Y/N. Can't you see? This isn't what you want. You deserve to be with someone who loves you and doesn't use you as a political pawn. Someone who will cherish you and make you happy," Geto insisted, his eyes never leaving hers.

Y/N's resolve wavered as she looked into his intense gaze continuing to listen to him speak.

"I love you too much to let you go Y/N, especially like this. Can't you see that you mean everything to me? You're the air I breathe, the water I drink, the food I eat, my heart that beats, you're everything that I need and I can't just go on without," Geto confessed, his voice rough with emotion as he pulled her into a tight embrace.

Y/N melted in his arms, feeling the heat of his body against hers. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, inhaling his scent.

Their lips came crashing together, fire igniting between them as they kissed passionately under the moonlight. Geto's hands ran down her back, pressing her tightly against him as she moaned into his mouth.

“There's someplace I want to show you," Geto said as he broke away from the kiss. His eyes sparkled mischievously as he took her hand, leading her to the stables. "I promise you it'll be worth it."

He helped her on the back of his horse, before jumping on himself. Y/N wrapped her arms around him tightly, as they sped off into the forest.

They traveled for a few hours until they reached a small hidden cottage, and Y/N gasped at the sight of it. It was quite small from the outside but nestled on top of a hill in the middle of a forest. A light coming from inside drew them to the door where Geto dismounted, walking over to open it.

Once inside, Y/N marveled at the picturesque landscape that laid out before her. Warm light from flickering candles adorned the walls of the spacious room, mixing with the amber glow of the fire that was spreading through the hearth. There was a large bed in the middle of the room, covered with furs, and it was the most beautiful thing Y/N had ever seen.

"Do you like it?" Geto asked as he moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her to embrace her tightly against his chest.

"It's amazing," she whispered under her breath. "It's like a fairytale. How did you find it?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips as she relaxed into the embrace, enjoying the feeling of security that was spreading through her at his touch.

"I've been coming here for years," Geto explained. "I knew I had to take you here one day and today seemed to be the day."

He kissed softly at the spot below her earlobe as Y/N leaned her head against his shoulder, letting out a soft sigh of pleasure.

She felt the warmth flooding through her body as they slowly moved toward the bed in the center of the room. They laid down on the bed, slowly peeling away layers of clothing until their bodies were bare and intertwined with one another.

"I love you," Y/N whispered, her voice laced with fear and longing. "You're my everything."

Geto leaned down, his lips kissing softly against hers, his arms wrapping around her to pull her closer to him. As he kissed her passionately, pulling her atop him in their kiss, Y/N felt herself yield to him. He was everything she ever wanted, and she didn't want to deny it anymore.

As she broke away from the kiss, her hands threaded in his hair as she stared down into his eyes. His hand roamed down her body, leaving a trail of burning desire on her skin everywhere it touched. He rolled over on top of her, his lips meeting hers again.

"I love you Y/N," Geto replied before silencing any further words with his lips.

As he kissed her, his hands roamed everywhere, caressing every inch of her until she was writhing beneath him. He smiled against her lips before he trailed kisses down her body. Nibbling at her skin, kissing every inch until she begged for him to continue.

Their hands continued to explore each other's body, as they took their time learning every curve of one another. He leaned down to kiss her neck, sucking hard on the soft flesh as Y/N arched her back to give him more access to her skin once more.

Forming a line with his kisses, he moved further down along the curves of her breasts. His lips latched onto her hardened nipple as she gasped, feeling the wet warmth spreading through her body as he continued pleasuring her with his mouth.

Licking her breasts down along her stomach, he gently spread her legs apart, taking a moment to admire her before continuing.

She could feel him smirking against her skin, knowing full well what he was about to do as he kissed wetly against her thighs.

He teased her entrance with the tip of his tongue, running it up and down before pressing it against her clit, making her moan out loudly, grabbing onto the sheets as pleasure coursed through her body. His tongue slowly spread her pussy lips before moving inside her, licking deep inside building up to a steady rhythm as she grinded against his face, groaning at the feeling of his tongue slithering inside of her.

Geto removed his mouth from her pussy to trail kisses up her body, dipping down to taste the sweetness of her mouth before hooking his arms under her thighs, lifting them onto his shoulders as he rose to then kneel between her legs.

Y/N felt the tip of his cock prodding at her wet entrance before he began pushing inside. He continued pushing until he was fully inside her hot, throbbing pussy, taking a moment to adjust as he continued to thrust in and out without pause.

"Oh, Geto!" Y/N moaned as she felt him thrust inside of her again.

"Fuck!"Geto groaned against her neck as he began increasing his speed and Y/N moaned louder with each thrust of his cock. He wrapped his arms around her waist lightly and held onto it tightly, rolling his hips against hers.

"Oh god," Y/N moaned emphatically as Geto spread his legs further, resting her back against his strong torso. She wrapped her legs around his hips as they continued to move against one another.

She leaned her head back against his shoulder, moaning loudly as he fucked her senselessly. "Geto!"she cried as she dug her fingers into his back.

Letting out another groan, Geto's hands reached between them and pressed firmly against her clit as he continued thrusting.

Geto grunted as he pulled her hips closer to his cock, grinding against her as he neared his release.

Y/N let out a scream of pleasure, feeling the current orgasm run through her body as Geto continued to pound into her. He removed his hand from between their bodies, pressing it against her shoulder, pushing down on it as he filled her pussy with his warm cum.

Still breathing heavily, Geto leaned against her momentarily before rolling off of Y/N and onto his side. She turned to face him, a smile on her lips as she looked into the eyes of the man she loved so much. He smiled back at her sweetly before leaning in to kiss her gently one last time.

"You know this doesn't make any of it easier, right?" he said softly as he trailed his fingers lazily over her stomach.

Y/N smiled sadly, shaking her head. "I know," She said quietly.

They both fell into a quiet silence as they stared at one another, never taking their eyes away from the other.

"Don't walk out of my life, Y/N," Geto begged in a soft voice before standing up to get off the bed, his eyes pleading with hers. "We'll figure it out, I promise."

Y/N gave him a bittersweet smile as she stood up, and lazily slipped back into her dress. "You should probably take me back home. They'll notice I'm gone."

Without another word, the man nodded his head as they mounted the horse and took off towards the castle.

The ride was silent, as neither wanted to break the stillness that surrounded them.

As they arrived at Y/N's destination Geto pulled the horse to a stop and helped her off, giving her an intense look as he brushed his lips softly against hers in a tender kiss goodbye and handed her one of his handkerchiefs as a token from him for her to remember him as she held onto it with both hands.

"Take care of yourself. I hope he treats you well," he whispered as he watched Y/N enter back through the castle doors and disappear within its walls, leaving him alone once more in the silence and darkness outside.

The days of her wedding were quickly approaching and all the woman could do was pray for a miracle, pray that Geto would show up and save her from this fate.

If he did, she was sure they could find some way to be together no matter what obstacles laid in their path; however, deep down she knew the chances of it happening were slim especially after she'd pushed him away.

Regardless she continued to set out to the gardens daily, hoping that one day it would be him who showed up to come and take her away. Constant regret falling over her for denying to run away with him.

As the night before her wedding quickly approached, alone in her room, she stared out of the window towards the crescent moon as she held her hand against her chest, clutching the handkerchief Geto had given her as if it meant the world to her.

Her mind filled with thoughts of him and how much she was willing to give up just to be with him.

She thought that she could go through with the arranged marriage but the few days the two of them spent apart just didn't feel right, as she loved him too much to just let him go.

As she secretly headed out to the gardens she felt tears fill her eyes as the reality that she may never be able to be with the man she loved all too much began to hit.

It was then when she had almost given up on her search, that a figure emerged between the dense trees. She looked closer and saw Geto walking towards her. He ran to meet her and he opened his arms wide for an embrace.

Y/N felt the warmth of him surrounding her like a blanket and tears rolled down from both their eyes as they embraced each other tightly, nothing else mattered except them being together now in that moment.

They held onto one another tightly for what seemed like forever until she finally released herself from him just enough so that they could look into each other’s eyes.

"I'm here Y/N. I can't let you go through with the wedding tomorrow, as selfish as it sounds I just can't let you," he soothed as he held her close to his chest, loving feeling her in his arms again. He pressed his lips against her head as they both held onto one another tightly.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears, and knew that no matter what trials they may face in the future they were made to be together.

Taking his hand within hers, she smiled "Take me away from here. I don't want to be with anybody else but you."

Geto smiled and gave her hand a gentle squeeze, pulling her close to him and kissing her softly on the lips as they both disappeared from the gardens and into the night leaving the castle behind.

The journey back to Geto's hidden cottage was filled with happy tears and gentle caresses as the two traveled together, taking in every moment they had been given.

As the sky gradually changed shades from a deep royal purple to a faint orange hue, indicating the dawn of morning, Y/N and Geto arrived at their destination.

Geto helped Y/N off his horse before lifting her face so that she could look into his eyes one last time before leading her inside where he suddenly dropped down on one knee and took both her hands into his own looking deeply into them, never breaking eye contact.

"Y/N," he started tenderly wiping away all remaining tears with his thumb on each cheek. "You are my entire world and my reason for living  I can't exist without you by my side." Taking a pause until finally gathering enough strength to give her the words she had long been waiting to hear.

"Will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?" he asked as he opened up a small charmed box revealing a simple but beautiful three-stone diamond ring.

Y/N felt her heartbeat quicken at the display of Geto's constant affection and love for her as she melted in his strong arms. She looked into his eyes, admiring him as she nodded her head softly and whispered a simple "yes."

"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere," Geto replied kissing her softly on the lips before he turned and ran out to get the things they would need to clean themselves up after their long journey.

Y/N stood alone in the cottage's living room as she stared into the lit fireplace, admiring the beautiful ring on her finger. She was finally free and she could finally be with him. She smiled brightly as she heard Geto entering back into the cabin carrying a tray of water and clothes to clean themselves up.

"I'm back," he said smiling brightly at her before setting the tray down on the table in front of them. "Here is everything we'll need to get cleaned up."

Y/N watched as he stripped some off his clothes as she nodded happily. Watching while Geto began to wash off all his dirtied and sweat-covered skin next to her, after a while he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Why don't you take off that wet dress and join me?"

Y/N giggled softly as she began to strip down, peeling off her soaked dress before stripping off the thin undergarments. At the sight of her, he couldn't keep his eyes off her.

A warmth filled her cheeks as she looked away, feeling timid with his undivided attention; however, Geto just smiled and pulled her towards him softly caressing the side of her face.

"Don't be shy," he whispered before leaning down and kissing her passionately against her warm lips.

Wrapped up within one another's embrace both Geto and Y/N shared a sweet tender kiss as they enjoyed each others' taste, basking in the moment. Her hands traveled up his toned chest and arms savoring each inch of his perfectly sculpted figure as their bodies moved towards the bed.

Geto kissed her gently down her neck and collarbone, causing Y/N to gasp in pleasure as he softly caressed her body before climbing back up near her neck, as steamy moans escaped their lips, tickling her ear with his hot breath.

Geto smiled against her neck having looked down at the beautiful woman beneath him.

"I'm glad I can finally be with you," he whispered before leaning back down to capture her lips again in another kiss, speaking all the words that could never come out of his mouth in such a heated moment.

Y/N smiled against his lips before wrapping her arms around him tightly, enjoying their passionate embrace as they slowly moved against each other in a rhythm. Geto softly kissed along Y/N's jaw causing her to moan out in pleasure as she arched into him further.

Geto slowly moved his hands around Y/N's body as his thumb brushed softly against her most sensitive spots. Her body quivered and trembled in pleasure as Geto increased the heat between them. "You're so perfect Y/N," he murmured against her lips before his lips descended the valley between her breasts.

As he lowered his lips and captured her left nipple in between his lips causing it to harden the sudden touch before beginning to suck on it, he gently gripped it between his thumb and index finger while he swirled his tongue all around in circles causing her to reach out and hold onto his hair, arching her back in pleasure; “Geto” she cried out as he worked on every part of her breasts, leaving love marks in a few areas.

He loved how she was so forward and intoxicating with desire. It thrilled him even further that she finally belonged to him, his princess.

"Geto.." she moaned out softly ripping the hair tie off in his hair as she felt the heat between her legs intensify. "I need you."

Hearing her shamelessly say out her need for him excited him even more as he felt his cock begin to stiffen and throb painfully against the last of his clothing, begging to be set free.

He took her hand into his own and she groaned softly when she felt the heat from his hand rub against her wetness.

Her sweet moans of pleasure echoed through the room as his fingers explored and gently rubbed against her clit. He quickly found a steady rhythm that caused her body to change from a soft tremble to a loud shudder every time he pressed against the right spot.

Y/N felt an unbearable heat rise through her veins as Geto climbed on top of her and leaned in close to her ear, "Are you ready?"

"Yes," she replied softly rolling back and forth against him as she felt his throbbing erection press against her entrance ever so slightly making it hard for either of them to control themselves.

"You feel so amazing..." Geto moaned out as he grasped her rear firmly in his hands grasping her tightly against him, their bodies fitting perfectly together, he was right where he longed to be.

"Geto," Y/N whimpered as his breath tickled against her skin.

She was so wet and ready for him, she needed to feel his weight press down on top of her and have him inside of her even more than before.

Geto continued to rub against her clit before gently sinking into her inch by inch on the first thrust. The lips of Y/N's inner walls eagerly accepted him making it harder for either of them to keep going slow, as thrust after thrust each spike of pleasure coursed through Y/N's rapidly beating heart making each nerve ending in her body pulse with intensity.

"Look at me," Geto said looking deeply into Y/N's eyes, as he slowly began to thrust into her with long hard strokes fast enough to bring her right to the edge.

"Oh God!" she moaned out arching her back as one arm flung tightly against Geto’s torso while the other found its way up in his hair.

Her cries of pleasure echoed throughout the room as her eyes rolled in the back of her head, feeling each stroke of Geto's cock annihilate any coherent thoughts she had left. 

Geto passionately kissed against her neck touching tenderly as she slowly slid down from her high enjoying every ounce of pleasure his body could give her.

His hand traveled to her thigh, grabbing it tightly allowing him to pick up the pace of his thrusts on a few occasions.

Y/N whimpered as she felt her body stiffen and quiver underneath her lover again, Geto's cock found new flesh to pierce causing her pleasure to spike high and so close to reach it's peak.

She gasped loudly, covering Geto's mouth with hers and brushing her knuckles against his cheeks before feeling the waves of pleasure slowly begin to crash down onto herself. Her body exploding with ecstasy as she heard him groan out and release into her.

They both laid there silently after their orgasm, Y/N suddenly smiled softly staring into Geto's eyes as he held her close. "I love you."

The man smiled at the sweet words as he kissed the top of her head softly, "I love you too." He whispered back before wrapping his arms around her tight and pulling her close to his chest. "Now go to sleep we've got a long journey ahead of us tomorrow."

She nodded, and leaned her head against his chest, listening to the sound of his heart beating as they drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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[rainbowsky]

Here's a bit more fandom history for everyone.

It's been a long time since I've heard this incident talked about, but I guess turtles are reminiscing a bit about the kind of things GG's fans subject him to, and this has come back up.

Back in 2019 when GG was in Nanjing for The Untamed fan meet, a hotel staff member left this adorable Jianguo pillow with a little note 'from Jianguo' wishing him success with the concert. GG clearly enjoyed it because he posted it on his Oasis.

At first shrimps were enjoying it because they assumed it was a shrimp who'd done it, but when they realized it was a turtle they freaked out and launched a major cyberbullying campaign against the turtle and flooded the hotel with hundreds of phone calls complaining and trying to get her fired. Some of them threatened to keep calling the hotel every day and overwhelm the phone lines until she was fired.

GG had no choice but to delete the photo. He replaced it with a solid black image, and put the line, "post whatever you want" in his profile.

Just imagine how awful he must have felt, that his fans attacked and harassed a sweet fan who'd made him a lovely gift, nearly getting her fired - all from a post he made showing his appreciation for this cute, thoughtful gift.

If you wonder why GG and DD don't acknowledge turtles and why GG hasn't mentioned XFX by name in years, this is a bit of a clue as to why. GG especially has a lot of reason to be wary of being too personal and open with fans (and no doubt 227 didn't help with that at all). GG and DD know that acknowledging turtles will only harm them and lead to more hate and war from solos.

And GG has repeatedly said - including in his statement on the anniversary of 227, which was the first time he made a direct personal statement about it - that he doesn't believe anyone should identify as "I am ___'s fan."

"I want to tell my fans, everyone has the right to like and hate. No matter if you like or hate, it should be respected and allowed in their own spaces. Of course, this right should be based on rationality and not hurting other people, while following accurate values. I hope that my fans can understand that no matter what field or age, your personal likes and actions shouldn't cross the line or go against that field's ethics or morals. No matter if it's on the Internet or in real life, everyone should be responsible for their own actions. Even more, hope that none of us should be represented by the label 'xxx's fan.'"

GG realizes something that XFX can't seem to get through their heads: when you speak of "fans of Xiao Zhan," that is not synonymous with "XFX," no matter how much they would like everyone to believe that they're his only fan group. Actually, turtles are GG's fans also, as are all people who love and support GG, regardless of how they identify themselves and regardless of how deep or casual is their appreciation for him.

So pretty much ever since this era, and especially after 227, you never hear GG refer to his solo fandom by name. And I don't think that's because he has contempt or disregard for them (although I don't doubt he must harbor 'feelings' about everything they've put him through), rather I think it's because he wants to be inclusive toward all of his supporters, and not let it be thought that he doesn't appreciate everyone, regardless of 'affiliation'.

[niceminipotato]

What are some of your favorite Lady D fics? I just saw your post and it's a fic I've never read before! Do you have any other (perhaps ones that aren't as popular or that are older) that you recommend?

Anon!! Hi 👋🏻

I shall absolutely share some of my faves. I only say some because I know I’ll forget some. Have a new phone so my open tabs were sent to the ether. My tablet has them but I don’t have it on me right now.

I will separate by Completed vs In Progress. Make sure to read the content warnings just in case. Gotta always take care of yourself. Also these include Lady D x Reader and Lady D x OC. Oh and these are all in AO3 😉

Ok here we go…

Completed:

Bewitched by Soft_astral

I'm Begging for Mercy on my Mind by AYeti (remember to read the warnings/tags)

Found by WitchyLove14

Safety by DemonOfPuns (I know it’s better known but still a fave so I gotta ya know)

Has Anyone Ever Held You? by theacerbicace (short and sweet)

Different Blood by Miss_V_257 (I remember finding this one and being like, where the hell have you been? lol)

The Photographer by ZeroInvador

In progress:

Some Monsters Are Born by Wolfsbane14

Queen of the Damned by Wolfsbane14

Shield Me also by Wolfsbane14

Maiden of Thorns, Countess of Blood by Radioactive Paws

The Lord’s Cook by Spurs_That_Jingle

The Devil’s Den by littlelesbinonny

I’ll Make You Sing by tabtab317

Alcina’s New Maid by WillaLove75

The crystal is not for display by LadyOrlando (I read this whole thing last night lol and yes it has made it to faves)

The Fake Maid by decapitatedlegume

Untamable by Miss_V_257

Always Faithful by BlueFalcon (I know this one is the one that prompted you to ask but I shall say it again)

A Villainess' Perfect Partner by thesilverawooooo (this may have been discontinued but what is up is pretty good so I don’t mind it I can make up my imaginary endings until the author comes back 😉)

Failing Grace by me 😉😉😉 nah just kidding. Wow I gave you 20 lol guess that’s a lot lol. I hope you find things you haven’t read before. Let me know if there’s any you think should also be on my list. I’m always down for more Lady D amazingness.