#wish he was fully naked tho

[allmyandroids]

Dutra cake appreciation post 🍑

[prophecyofwinter]

Se Rĩna Qilōni Iprattan Se Jēdar | II

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary | Saera Targaryen daughter of Jaehaerys I ran away from Westeros to escape her fate. 45 years later her daughter Y/N Targaryen, with invitation from King Viserys, wishes to go back.

Tags | Slowburn, TargCest, Smut, Standard ASOIAF content, Aemond and Reader are First Cousins Once Removed, tags to be added.

Authors Note!: I am so sorry for not updating in a while! Finals season happened back in May and I haven’t been wanting to do much since. I am back now tho! I will be releasing chapter three tomorrow at 11am EST!

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Masterlist

Chapter II | Bastards and Brothers

You were set to arrive in the port of King’s Landing in just a few hours. To be back on solid ground would be a gift from the gods themselves. Sleep escaped you, only being able to catch up in small intervals. The bed was itchy and bumpy, the blankets while silk didn’t add much comfort and they slipped and slid all night long.

A bang knocked at your cabin door, startling you before you realized it was Vaegon making sure you were awake.

“Fuck off! I can barely sleep and you are not helping!” you screamed at him through the closed door.

“We will dock in a few hours, get ready! Do you need help getting ready sister?” Vaegon said very boldly, you could hear the smile on his face.

You cringed at the idea of Vaegon helping you with anything of that sort, you swear he has some kind of sick fancy for you. Perhaps he’s more Targaryen than you in some ways.

“You can jump off the ship and see how deep the water is…” you said under your normal tone, turning over in your bed to hopefully get a few moments longer.

“What was that?”

“Leave!!”

——————

An hour passed by and you had given up on sleeping and committed to getting up for the day. This was one of the biggest days of your life, that being said, you were taking it pretty slow.

Taking your time with your hair and makeup, making sure it was enough to look your best but not to make it look like too much. Your mother had taught you how ladies in King’s Landing did their make up. Having grown up around Prostitutes and other people of that sort, how you had done your makeup made you feel naked.

For your hair you managed to put together delicate braids and wrap them into a bun in the back of your hair, allowing the rest of your hair to be free and rest as it pleased.

Once you had gotten to your clothes you ran into a small problem. You couldn’t get into your dresses without assistance, your mother had been the one to tie your corsets and must have forgotten to tell you how to do it yourself.

You were stuck with lots of pretty dresses but no way to put them on. Your eyes dragged across the room and fell on the chest with your dresses from Essos. Ones that flowed freely with nice and airy fabric, the dresses that made you most comfortable.

You couldn’t call anyone in to assist you and most certainly not Vaegon. Ugh. All the people on the ship were men, you had no other woman to assist you.

Your first appearance couldn’t be in an undone untied dress…

Opening the dark wooden chest you dug in search for a certain dress. There it is!

You pulled out a deep red dress made of airy semi-sheer fabric. The top started with a choker that split into two pieces of cloth that covered your breasts but leaving an opening in the middle for cleavage. An intricately designed gold belt holds it together leaving the rest of the dress to flow freely as it pleases. Golden arm bands added on as accessories of course.

While you are sure this dress wouldn’t go over as well as the other dress you had. There was no way you could put on the westerosi dress by yourself!

Once you have gotten yourself fully ready, you hear shouts from above from the crewmates indicating you will arrive any moment now. You take a few moments to look yourself over, straighten the skirt of your dress out, and check for any imperfections in your makeup.

With a final huff you open your cabin door and attempt to exit but are interrupted by your brother standing directly in front of the door, making you shriek and jump back.

“What is wrong with you!” You spit angrily at Vaegon. You could deal with this behavior in Volantis where he was constantly busy with training and hardly ever around. Now he’s gonna be able to breathe over your shoulder at all times and sniff your hair or whatever the fuck he does.

“I have to escort you sister, you never know who may lurk about.” He says with no reaction to your piercing shout. He steps out of the way to allow you to move ahead of him as he trails behind you.

Silence hangs for a few moments as the two of you walk throughout the ship to get to the deck. Vaegon brakes the silence abruptly with his invasive question-statements.

“I thought Mother told you not to wear those clothes anymore.”

“It seems I am wearing them anyway.” You replied blankly and walked at a slightly faster pace.

“If you needed help with the corsets I am more than obliged to-“ before Vaegon could finish you stopped in your tracks and whipped your body around to face him with a sharp finger.

“There will be none of that! I am to be legitimized and wed! I will not allow you to ruin any of this for me, you keep that tongue to yourself or I will ship you back to Volantis without it.” You growled through gritted teeth.

Without giving him a second thought you turn right back around and all but run to get up to the deck without your brother.

—————

Aemond began his day as normal, waking far earlier than any sane man. Had an easy breakfast of bread with berry preserves, assorted cooked meats, and a cup of wine. However mentally, his mind couldn’t fit another thought less it breaks out of his skull.

“You’re having me what?!” Aemond said with his mouth agape with shock.

“I didn’t have a choice in the matter, Aemond! The letters were already sent and replied to by the time I found out!” Alicent attempted to calm Aemond but he shook himself out of her grasp.

“You would have me wed a bastard from Volantis? What, just because one Targaryen left to become a whore?” Aemond couldn’t believe that his father somehow managed to condemn him even further.

“I would have never orchestrated this. But, everything is set and there is nothing to be done. This is your duty now Aemond.”

Aemond barely had time to prepare himself for basically the first day of the rest of his life. He never knew how he would marry, or even if he would marry at all. His meekness as a boy never allowed him to interact with girls his age. His disfigurement made it so potential marriages wouldn’t even be considered because he scared the daughters.

Against his morals but, a blind marriage to this woman that hadn’t the faintest idea of him maybe was his only option.

Alicent knew a thing or two about Y/N from being around Targaryens for most of her life.. She did tell him of her beauty, as beautiful as her mother. That her mother denied any and all propositions made toward her daughter, certainly a virginal girl.

Her father is unknown, as it goes for most bastards. However, her father seems to be present in her life despite his lack of physically being there. Between the wealth of her mother and father, the girl doesn’t want for anything.

Still, it goes against all he’s been told his whole life… Her being a pure-blooded Valyrian may help him forget who she is socially but only in the moment. Legitimized or not.

At the same time he couldn’t help but worry what she’d think of him. He could imagine the look of disgust turning into fear into disappointment. When he beds her on their wedding night, would she even look at him?

—————

You have to wait for the boat to fully settle into the dock and it is the longest minutes of your whole life. You can see the clearing of guards with their silver armor shining from the sun above. A carriage behind them, no doubt holding Prince Aemond inside. If you had lost it mentally maybe you’d jump off the ship, but for now you must go the proper way off.

Unfortunately, Vaegon has found his way to the deck of the ship. Taking his place behind you, you knew it was him based on the clanking of armor and the feeling of eyes burning into your back.

“I’ve heard Prince Aemond is a rather good swordsman. Even better than you brother. Though… that’s not much of a competition.” You laugh to get under his skin.

Vaegon had constantly worked for years on his swordsmanship. Never seeing much of real battles himself but practice is practice.

As children he would pretend to be a mighty knight with a wooden sword. Occasionally the brothel worker your mom had to look over you two would pretend to be a princess that needed to be saved. Of course you were the only princess he wanted to save… you cringed and shivered at the thought.

“You are very funny sister. Maybe I shall duel him and blind his second eye hm?” Vaegon leaned closer to you to whisper into your ear.

You only clenched your fists and held your head higher, the ship being fully docked and ready for you to step down. But you couldn’t let him get the last word in.

“Cunt”

———

🏷️ : @toodlesxcuddles @blackgirlmagicforever

[gnxosblog]

Wet dream

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ༄ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☙ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬.

~

You are staying over at your best friend Matt’s house. You guys already watched two movies and while the third movie was on you fell asleep.

Matt’s pov

I watch the movie on the screen and look beside me, y/n is still asleep. She fell asleep like half an hour ago. She looks very peaceful when she sleeps. I already lowered the tv volume because I didn’t wanna wake her up. Suddenly I hear sounds coming from y/n’s mouth. At first I thought she was having a nightmare so I laid my hand on her arm.

I quickly removed my hand when she started calling my name. “Matt omg please.” She said. She moaned in her sleep, calling my name. “Yes Matt mmh.” I noticed some tension between my legs. She’s my best friend why is she dreaming about me like that. Why is she saying my name like that. Before I knew it I was hard. Oh shit.

Y/n pov

I woke up and it instantly hit me. I was in Matt’s bedroom and I just had a wet dream about him. “You had a nice dream?” I suddenly hear Matt asking. Oh god. I felt my face turning red and I still had not faced him. I just couldn’t. I pushed my head into the pillow out of embarrassment. “You don’t have to feel ashamed.” I hear Matt saying. “Di- did I say anything?” I ask. “Uhm well yes.” “Oh no” I groan. “Do you get those kinda dreams more often?” Matt asks. “Matt!” “Sorry, I’m just curious.” He says. Why was he curious, why wasn’t he weirded out, why? I finally sat up and faced him. “Why are you curious?” I ask. “Because I get them too.” Matt answers. Oh. my. gosh. Why did that turn me on. I knew Matt could see that I was shocked. “Did you like the dream?” Matt asks. “Uhm, well-.” I couldn’t say anything. Yes Matt I fucking loved it and I wished it was real. “I take that as a yes.” Matt scoffs. I turn my head away and blush. “What happened in the dream?” “Matt I- it’s to weird to say.” “Why don’t you show it then.” I turn my head and look at him with shock. I feel tension in between my legs as I look at him and think about what he just said. “Uhm I- wha- do-.” God I can’t get a word out of my mind. Matt laughs. “You don’t have to be so nervous, nothing has to change.” “Nothing has to change?” Matt we’ve been best friends since kindergarten I grew up with you and now you want me to have sex with you.” Suddenly I could speak, I slapped my hands on my mouth. “So that’s what happened in your dream?” Why did he keep saying such stuff I almost couldn’t resist the tension anymore. “It’s that what you want?” Matt asks.

God why did he say that. I looked him in the eyes once more before I smacked my lips into his. The kiss was so fucking hot I only felt myself getting wetter and wetter. Before I knew it I was freaking soaking wet. He pulled me onto his lap and I adjusted myself so I sat comfortable. “Oh god y/n why you’re moving like that.” Matt says. A small grin appeared on my face. I knew exactly what I was doing. He pulled my shirt over my head revealing my white lacy bra. He touched my bra softly. “Can I?” He asks. I nod. Why was he such a gentleman. He took off my bra revealing me. He kissed my neck and trailed down to my lower stomach. He was now at my waistband. He looked up once again waiting for confirmation. I nodded again. He pulled down my pants leaving me in only my underwear. I was already soaking through my underwear. “God you’re so wet, all for me.” He looked up again. “Fucking do whatever you want Matt.” I say. He smiles as he pulls down my underwear.

I was now completely naked and he was still fully clothed. I felt safe with him tho. Before I knew it he had one hand on my clit and the other one on my left boob. I moaned as he touched me. “You like this?” Matt asks. “Ye- yes I do.” I say trying to catch my breath. He kissed me on the lips again slipping his tongue in. “Matt.” I say. “Yes y/n.” He says. “Please fuck me, hard.” I say desperately for his dick. “Okay if you want me to.” He says. I pull off his shirt revealing his chest. Omg so hot. My hands trail all around his upper body. “You like it?” He asks. I look him in the eyes. “Gosh yes, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.” It just slipped out of your mouth but it was the truth. “Me too.” He says. God why was he so hot. He pulled down his pants revealing his hard one in his boxer. “Wow that’s big.” I slap my hand on my mouth. Oh my gosh that just flipped out. “He looks up at me and smiles. “You never had this size before?” “N-no.” I answer still feeling a bit ashamed of what I just said. He was still my best friend. “Spit.” he suddenly says pulling his hand in front of my mouth. I do as he says en he starts jerking himself off. “Let me do it.” I say. He grins. “Okay, be my guest.” “Spit.” I say. He spits on my hand and I reach out to his dick. I have had sex with three people before but never this big and never this close to me. I start jerking him off as he moans. “Oh god y/n you have magic hands.” Matt says. I let a big smile onto my face. My thumb is circling around his tip. “Can I please fuck you now.” He asks.

“Oh god yes.” I answer desperately to feel him inside. He pushes me flat on my back as he lines up. Slowly he goes in. I moan as I adjust to his size. “God so tight.” He groans. He slowly pulls in and out. “Please Matt fuck me hard.” He starts to go faster. Holy shit this feels magical. I throw my head back “yeah Matt just like that.” I say. “God you’re so beautiful begging like that.” He says. He is pounding deep inside and he definitely fucks hard. He groans. “Oh god y/n you’re making me feel so good.” He hits my g-spot. “Yeah right there.” I moan. “Y/n I’m almost there, omg you’re so perfect.” He says. His words do something to me. “Omg Matt I- I’m co-.” I can’t even finish my sentence as I come right on his dick. He finishes right after me. He grabs my hand tight. “Wow that felt good.” He says. “Yeah wow.” I say. We’re both still catching our breaths. We’ve both never fucked like this before. He pulls out of me and collapses beside me. I lay on his chest. “Should’ve done this much sooner.” He says. I agree and kiss him on the lips. He kisses me back. Time to get you cleaned up. “All because of my wet dream.” I say. “Yeah that stupid wet dream.” He says. I push his shoulder. “Oh shut up.” We both start laughing.

A/n 🝮 my second story ever omg. I hope you liked it. Leave feedback!!! Lmk some ideas for stories. Thanks for reading♥︎

[sgnjimmy]

𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

vinny hong x afab!reader (sorry :c, no pronouns tho)

A/n: yes imma live, people, just busy on being depress y'know, is a full time job (i guess heh). but my man here can make anything better so, tcharam!!

Warning (s): +18, kind of smut (?) tons of pervy thoughts (i dunno how to put warnings (T-T)), male masturbation. some shitty writing cuz is been a while 😭😭 i apologize.

Word count: 910. ('m not sure)

Vinny wasn’t going to pretend he was a saint, he had wondered what would happen if you - or him for that matter -  didn’t pull away when a make out session was getting out of hand. He couldn’t help but wonder what would be to touch every inch of your body, to kiss every inch of it. And even mark it all as his. But he always felt bad at the last second, and he didn't want to make you feel pressured to do something you didn’t want. What if you wanted to wait a bit more? Or… fuck what if you didn’t want it with him? That would hurt a ton but he would understand, and of course, respect your wish. Sex wasn't that important for him… He just couldn't help but imagine your body on top of his, with no piece of clothing blocking his vision as he admired your gorgeous body. 

There were times when you guys cuddled, Vinny would get a boner and he'd try to hide, but it was no use, you always noticed it. It was kind of hard to miss, you embraced each other 's fully when cuddling. And, well, the size of Vinny's... friend didn't help him in those situations. Anyway, you would just assure him it was okay and he'd apologize saying he couldn't control it and that "it was an accident" ...which was a lie. Of course Vinny didn't mean to pop a boner, but it was no accident. He would imagine inappropriate things about you then. Vinny would travel his hand under the back of your shirt to feel your naked skin against his palm, and would let his mind explore all the sexual fantasies he had about you. 

To be honest he feels a bit guilty about it, like some kind of pervert. Was it normal in relationships to fantasize about their partner? He doesn't know. He never had these types of thoughts about anyone before. But in the heat of the moment it didn't feel like he's doing something wrong. Like right now Vinny is in the shower. Work has been kicking his ass lately - the workload is the absolute worst and he almost never sees you during the day, he misses you. To relax he tries to think about you while stroking his cock, ignoring the fact that he might look like a creep right now. He just thinks about the moans you let out when he bite your neck just right, or when his kisses are needier than usual against your mouth. 

He thinks about the noises you would make if it was your pussy on his dick instead of his stupid hand. And, oh god, the thoughts Vinny has about your pussy, it drives him crazy to think about it. What would it look like? He wonders. Do you shave or prefer not to? What would it feel like on his fingers? Would it be really tight around him? Would you let him taste you? He fucking hopes so. Fuck, he really wants to put his mouth on you down there, he wants to devour you till you beg him to stop. Would you complain between whimpers that he's too big for you to take when he finally puts it in? Vinny knows for a fact he's above average… Or would just keep telling him for "more and more"?

"Ah, fuck" He let's out. He wants to see your face contorted in pleasure so bad. Continuing to stroke his dick he keeps on with the fantasy playing on his mind. 

You lay under him, he's on his knees between your bare legs. "Please." You beg him, "Please, i need you, more". And Vinny's more than willing to obey, he procedes to hammers his cock into your entrance and hears you let a hmph sound at the contact of his length entering deeper your hole. His hands move up from your thighs to your waist, he then moves his hips forward using your middle as leverage. 

“Vinny” You moaned weakly. Already tired? He thinks, smirking. He could feel your walls tighten at each thrust. “It’s so deep, you’re- you’re too big, ah!” He thinks this sight is the best he ever witnessed, you look so angelic despite the scenario playing out. Your hair sticks in your forehead, your eyes are closed shut and your mouth wide open.

Vinny brings himself to your level to lay kisses and a few bites onto your neck and shoulder, he can taste the sweat on your skin and it just makes it even better. He feel your breasts against his chest and goes to hold one of them with his left hand. The redhead moves up to taste your mouth next, and you reply instantly, returning his sloppy kiss, between moans and whimpers.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum.” He says feeling his high coming, stroking his cock harder. “Y/n, need you so much.” His movements are desperate making him reach his climax faster. When Vinny finally cums his fluids are shoot right on the shower wall, water runs down his body and his hand lays still around his softening member. It takes a few minutes for his breathing to align normally, but when it does he just let a sigh out. He’ll have to clean himself again. What a pain.  

After some time of cleaning himself all over again he's ready to close the shower faucet, Vinny hears the front door open and seconds later you announce your presence, “Baby, i’ve brought food!” He hears you say happily from the living room.

Ah, just in time. He was starting to get hungry.    

(this took a shit time to do😩😩. i changed it so many times to fit better🥲.)

Tags: @vinnyshongf

[theflyindutchwoman]

I have 3 things to talk about…

1. How nice it was to see Tim talk to the guys about his fight with Lucy. I’m literally shocked that he was so open with them! I love that he’s growing, opening up and confiding people that aren’t just Lucy and Angela (And Genny to an extent) he was so many friends now!

2. I am unable to move past how married™️ and sweet and domestic it is that Lucy calls tim to get the bugs at home 🥹 and how she suspected that he was just killing them but didn’t say anything and Tim was like pretending to set them outside even tho he wasn’t because he appreciates how empathic she is to even bugs 😭 I just can’t get over the idea that badass Lucy Chen is scared of bugs, well maybe not scared but whatevs, and makes her grumpy boyfriend take care of them but still insists he doesn’t just kill the scary bugs — do we think post Jackson death, pre-Chris she would call Tim over to handle the super big ones? Omg can you imagine? I’m dead

3. Can we talk about how the dance was like the biggest indicator we’ve ever had that these two are so FREAKIN TACTILE WITH EACH OTHER! Like it was kinda obvious before that their shared love language is touch, but I feel like you really, very clearly see that in the dance. And I just 😭 they love each other so much and just want to touch and snuggle and be with the other so much.

I am still very unwell. And I haven’t even processed the ILY’s fully yet so we’re not gonna go there 😂😂😂

Just when I thought I had recovered enough, you decide to send me this. This is a live footage of me right now :

. The 'bug scene' Listen, after the dance, this might be my favorite part of the episode. This scene was the cutest thing ever… and yes, it was peak married energy. Let's be real here : what is the point of having a boyfriend if it's not to have him take out the trash and deal with the bugs? (just kidding!). Seriously though… Lucy once said that she used to treat the coackroaches in her first apartment as pets (3.11 I think), so it's not like she is fundamentally scared of bugs. Neither is Tamara for that matter. She just wanted Tim to take care of them, in a very Lucy way. But the fact that she knew he was killing them all along but pretended not to know is perfect. Again, that is so her. And then, add the other layer to that scene. Out of all the questions she could have asked, she chose this one. I feel like it was her way of diffusing the tension, of making Tim more comfortable by asking such an innocent question, with no stake at all, before bringing up the real issue between them.

. Tim at the bachelor's party scene You have no idea how much I wish that part had been a little bit longer, so we could see more of the reactions. Still, I love how this scene was cut, with the back and forth between the two parties. How both of them needing to confide their frustrations to other people. And you're right, this is huge for Tim. At best, he would open up to Lucy (obv not an option here) or Angela. Maybe Genny. But certainly not someone like Randy who he barely knows and who can't keep a secret. Or even Aaron… His former aide. That's how much this relationship is important to him. It may have started as a way for him to vent but he also wanted to hear some advices. And he did listen to Randy's suggestion - of all people.

. The dance On the one hand, did anyone still have any doubt that these two are so tactile with one another? The undercover mission was all the confirmation we needed, really. But on the other hand… I didn't think it was possible for them to be even more tactile. It's somehow more intense, more intimate… It just shows how much they craved reassurance. They needed that touch to ground themselves. Lucy needed to play with his lapel and he needed to pull her in closer to him. And don't get me started on how she was playing with his hair or caressing his face. IN PUBLIC. There was no room for Jesus in that dance. She was looking at him the same way she did before 'naked times'… And where did they sneak off after that dance? 👀

[reiynm]

Hello! I have been on a yandere kick for the last month, & finally got around to your game. Love it by the way! Minor spoilers ahead for anyone who hasn't done all the paths.

I am a big fan of yanderes who refuse to hurt their LI (I will live and die for yans such as Ren/Red from 14 Days with You, or Harper from Camp Willowpeak) but I also like the yanderes who don't WANT to hurt you, but will under the right circumstances. Gives a little bit more tension for the player to choose their actions more carefully.

I have a couple of SFW & NSFW questions, feel free to answer whatever ones you feel like, I will put all the NSFWs at the end so you can just skip over them if you don't feel like answering. Regardless of if you answer any of them at all, I hope you have a wonderful day, & I am excited to see what you come up with in the future!

SFW questions

1- Under the assumption that you get him to move back to the city with you, how would Logan react if MC passively started calling him "my husband" to people?

2- Would Logan ever start loosening up a bit around MC, if they start warming up to him? Like would he be more likely to crack jokes, or use playful/flirty tones with MC, ect? (without MC asking him to)

3- Logan doesn't strike me as a gamer, but if MC was interested in video games, would he give them a shot so he could play with MC, or would he rather just watch as MC plays?

NSFW questions

4- If MC decided to walk around the cabin/apartment naked, how would Logan react? How badly would that throw him off, would he not know what to do?

5- If an AFAB MC expressed wanting to be intimate with him, but didn't want kids & was afraid of getting pregnant, would he simple get contraceptives? Or would he go out of his way to get a vasectomy?

Hello! I'm glad you enjoyed my game 😊

Same!!🤝 Yanderes who are deeply devoted but refuse to harm their love interests have a special place in my heart too (and OMG Ren💕)

1. Logan would likely be quite taken aback at first, especially if he hadn’t seen it coming. The surprise might leave him momentarily speechless. Even if he doesn't show it right away, he’d be deeply moved that the MC sees him in such a meaningful and committed way.

2. Yes, although it may take some time. Nothing is impossible with a little patience x)

3. Video games don’t interest him, but if it makes the MC happy, he’ll give it a try. (Not sure he’ll enjoy it tho) He would be more of an observer than a player.

4. That’s a good question! xD He’s definitely going to lose some of his cool (that’s for sure xD). And even if the situation could quickly become…… yk ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), he would perceive it much more as a wholesome moment than a Hot one. For him, if you’re comfortable enough to show yourself that way in front of him, he’ll see it as a sign of trust and acceptance.

5. He’ll do whatever the MC prefers. (He also doesn’t wish to have children, so it’s not a problem for him.) He fully agrees with the use of contraceptives and is even open to the possibility of getting a vasectomy if that aligns with MC’s preferences.

PS: I'm not sure when there will be new updates. As you can see, I'm not the fastest creator around (even when it comes to replies ^^").

Anyway, have a wonderful day and thank you for the ask :D

[atopvisenyashill]

[just black list the tag #rani liveblogs got if u don’t want to see me bitch]

changes from book to show i noticed

what do you think it says thematically that they change the execution ned is carrying out from gared to will. do you think it was just cheaper to hire one guy to be both the “point of view” for our intro to the others and to also be the person executed.

i KNOW what it says thematically that they end this open with a scary shocking gared gets beheaded by the white walker scene and completely cut waymar royce’s “dance with me then” last stand and it’s nothing very good.

i don’t know that i like that they gave the “what about you” “i’m not a stark” exchange to bran and jon instead of ned and jon. i feel like it hits more when it’s jon denying his own starkness to ned’s face and bran sitting there realizing what a big thing jon has done here. but maybe i’m being picky here.

i do love this jaime & cersei scene. establishes the incest early, that they aren’t the ones who killed jon arryn, and also nikolaj’s danish accent comes through sooooo bad but i like it let him do it and give no explanation it’s sexy.

the tyrion change sure is. very typical of d&d.

i understand why it’s easier to just have jon snow outside and if they had a stronger jon snow i think i’d find this change less annoying but jon snow getting drunk at the party and crying is like 80% of the reason i love him so much. whomst among us.

these people are cowards prudes and fake perverts for changing this to fully clothed cuddling from those horn dogs .25 seconds after they came. i don’t give a shit about those three dehydrated twenty year olds in the shaving scene, also jon snow is my son i do Not want to fuck him stop trying to make me want to fuck him and give me sweaty and naked sean bean and michelle fairley having political pillow talk dammit.

making that change from catelyn wanting ned to go and ned not wanting to into catelyn fighting with luwin for ned to stay and ned not saying anything. perfect combo of “man is always right” + “completely erasing cat’s canon personality” + “misunderstanding ned’s core trait of grief due to long term depression & ptsd as ned is an honorable fool” nonsense. also let sean bean be naked?? michelle is not even like old???

i do understand why george was annoyed at the wedding night change, he’s writing something much more subtle than this, buti do think that’s a sign that they are not writing as subtle as him in regard to like. literally everything but especially dany and especially her relationships.

general comments and bitching

the archery scene is so fucking good tho. the way bran just LAUNCHES himself over that barrel to go slap arya silly but he can’t catch her she’s gone she’s in the wind and jon rickon and robb are hooting and hollering. really great.

do you know how many people i know who thought that jon snow and catelyn were fuckin bc of the glare they added there. akskdkd.

i wish they’d differentiated between jeyne poole and beth cassel in this scene with some dialogue and arya hears the training outside eventually drown out their voices instead of complete silence. those girls were not just like, the Main socialization that arya & sansa get, they’re both important to the northern plot with jeyne poole being like foundational to both of their stories. but obviously we know where that one goes.

i always think of that “when he looks at MEEEEEE and i look at HIIIIIIM” post during the direwolf puppy scene

“but he’s coming right now! down our road!”

i really like that arya is so mean to bran because he’s In Her Spot bc she’s next oldest so SHE goes next and HE goes next to the baby.

the way mark addy does that out of breath huffy “CAAAAAAAAAAAT” and hugs her is so funny to me i love every acting decision that man ever made.

honestly they really set emilia up by having most of her scenes be with harry lloyd when she can barely match kit harington and the daarios.

kit harington is always so much worse in this season than i ever remember. but that’s okay because lena headey, mark addy, and sean bean are also sooooo much better than i remember every single time.

the feast scene is also very good. the lil deranged moment between cersei catelyn and sansa. cat’s single nod to robb and him putting on the big brother and perfect heir face immediately. jaime so clearly wanting to fuck ned and ned cannot be more turned off by how desperate jaime is. amazing.

i remember reading an article about how this white opinion writer was like was that dothraki wedding racist. can you be racist against fictional people. you definitely can right?? anyways viserys looking really worried that murder is gonna fuck up his deal before laughing is so funny.

also the suddenness of “the things i do for love” is real good. i always gasp with bran when it happens, the way they time it is really good.

god i hope i don’t spend this much time bitching for every single episode. akskdjd. this is one of the good seasons.

[majjiktricks]

12, 21, 23 for Kaz! 2, 6, 14 for Quiet!

ive answered all the questions for kaz already here, but ill give you some new answers for some too :)

12. What’s a headcanon you have for this character? i have to assume kaz eventually gets a prosthetic arm made by the same guy who made venom's. i honestly prefer the idea of removable prosthetics in scifi rather than integrated ones like liquid ocelot's arm. it just sounds more comfortable and easier to maintain. esp if its difficult to clean/take apart. hes probably got an implant in his shoulder to keep it attached rather than straps tho because i think straps would put a lot of strain on his collar bone/ribs if he had to support his whole body weight with it for whatever reason. maybe a combination of an anchor implant and straps for extra security 🤔 either way i think it should be red to match v's :3c or at least have red accents

23. Favorite picture of this character? you get one of my favorite fanarts this time <3 especially this. look at him. hes adorable.

quiet my beloved <3

2. Favorite canon thing about this character? shes buff as fuck even without the parasites :3c she garrottes a man holding him fully in the air AND she yeets ishmael across the room. i wish we got to see more of quiet before she was quiet… i also love that she likes to hum 🥺 she cant talk or sing but she is GOING to make noises and you cannot stop her.

6. What’s something you have in common with this character? i too love to lounge around and sleep mostly naked. its very comfy

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character. if i had the patience to draw lace i would put quiet in SO MUCH LACE pretty lace dresses and shirts with big breathable panels and vents cut in them… she would look so good in the diy punk type clothes where you cut a shirt in half and pin it back together with safety pins

from here!

[vacantgodling]

headcanon asks for Tagetes? and/or any of the sins lol

thank you for asking!! i can do a lil of both so i'll to tagetes annnnnnnnd maybe hubris!

TAGETES

Sexuality: god this is such a good question LMAO because for tagetes, sex isn't really about pleasure its about power and so what they enjoy is having power over others. they're a dom so they're into bdsm (VERY into bdsm-between themself and reginae they actually have a conjoined harem of about 50 paramours). however, they don't really like people to... touch them. so like. adjacent to the realm of "stone butch" because you're NOT touching their genitals; they aren't even getting naked and any touch that they give you with their hand is usually pain or tying you up. god this is a mess. they don't have a gender preference either so like tbh. their sexuality is just "dom" LMAOOOO. they'll top anyone and they better be into some kinky shit and power play.

romantically, they are aromantic. so bare min aroallo ig lol.

Gender: troibemme or nonbinary in our world. they exclusively go by they/them.

A ship I have with said character: I REALLY WISH THAT THEY WEREN'T SUCH A DICK BC THEM AND REGINAE ARE ACTUALLY SUCH A CUTE SHIP. like they totally enable one another and are they good people? absolutely not. but like, au where tagetes helps reginae kill off his brothers and they become ruling reagents and are absolutely obsessed with one another WHEN. tbh, i think in many ways, tagetes actually likes reginae, as a person. because tbh if they wanted to really get into a seat of power they wouldn't have chosen the fifth son of the reagent to weasel their way into a relationship with. but i think that they were somewhat... taken by reginae not trying to dampen their ambitions but encouraging them. reginae is VERY doting and in a weird way tagetes can be themself around them - which is yknow. an absolute piece of work, power hungry bastard, but reginae loves it and loves them. i wouldn't say that tagetes loves reginae; they are aromantic, however, they like reginae more than anyone else they have to spend time around so like. so fucking annoyed that they care about their ambition more than regi lmaooo.

A BROTP I have with said character: if you think tagetes has friends that's absolutely hilarious.

A NOTP I have with said character: true notp is tagetes x power LMAO.

A random headcanon: they smoke using a church warden pipe and its a very heavy nicotine laden blend. i gotta name it lol but its much harsher than the blend that amon and hya like to smoke. its a habit that they picked up from their father and they don't like to examine it too closely.

General Opinion over said character: tagetes is such an interesting character because i personally don't tend to get SO invested into my villainous characters (evondra in tcol and viktor in vdtrt are exceptions, however i like to call them the "not really evil, they are just ruled by their circumstances types where they are the way they are because of the hand that life has given them), to the point that i'm planning on writing a whole story centered around their terrible, horrible misdeeds, but like its fascinating getting to write a character so unapologetically horrible lol. like they suck! and its really a lot of fun to write how much they suck! i'm kinda obsessed with them lolol.

HUBRIS - the SIN of pride

Sexuality: he's on the mspec spectrum and probably the most romantically inclined of the sins aside from sion :3c he doesn't tend to stay in relationships for a long time tho and kind of flits to and from relationship to relationship depending on his mood. he has broken a LOT of hearts and usually has 4-6 flings going on at any given time lol

Gender: gnc masc but he uses he and sometimes they pronouns.

A ship I have with said character: i don't have a ship with him actually! i think he just kind of prefers not to be held down so i can't really imagine shipping him with one particular person, plus i haven't fully developed side characters for god eater quite yet; so perhaps in the future i'll have names for some of his flings lol

A BROTP I have with said character: he and ire are actually attached at the hip and even though she likes to deny how close they are they're super close and know each other like the back of each other's hands. he's dramatic and she's a hothead; its very jesse and james energy with the two of them lol.

A NOTP I have with said character: n/a really lol.

A random headcanon: he wears a lot of make up that's very extravagant and out there and usually spends a LOT of time on it. the one thing that never changes is that he has 3 small dots he always draws under each eye- no look for him is complete without them.

General Opinion over said character: hubris is such a fun guy he's literally the most dramatic and flamboyant darling ever. his bredth of emotion is all over the place; he can go from kind, to suave, to emotionally absent, to wailing in the span of like 5 minutes. he really lives life to the fullest and is one of the pieces of glue that holds the rest of the SINS together because he is absolutely planning to annoy all of them for eternity LMAO.

[she-karev]

Reconcile

Chapter: One of Two

Age Rating: 12+

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

AN: Hey guys here’s another story for you guys and as the post below tells you, FOLLOW ME! If you guys could reblog or spread the word of my stories that would be great. There's a lot of angst here so if you don't like angst stop reading.

Summary: Alex and Amber work together on a little girl whose situation brings up issues between Alex and Amber.

Words: 5606

I’ve been working for almost a week and I can honestly say it’s not getting any easier. The pit is overcrowded and the scut makes my hands hurt but I guess this is growing pains with being an intern. I’m at the pit treating day drunks and stupid kids again. A part of me wishes something, anything exciting could happen to me here just so I don’t get bored to-

“Dr. Karev.” I mentally sigh at the familiar voice and turn to find Dr. Hunt looking down because he can’t look me in the eye after walking in on me straddling DeLuca two days ago, “Um are you helping Dr. Kepner with the overflow?”

I nod, “Yes Dr. Hunt I’ve been discharging patients from beds 1 to 3 and I haven’t passed out and you can look at me if you want, I’m fully clothed here.” I add that last part because he still hasn’t looked at me and he looks up.

“I-I’m sorry it’s just that after…that I don’t know how to look and talk to you.”

“Just look and I am so sorry you caught me in that position. It was a spur of the moment and for future notice DeLuca and I will keep it in the bedroom. And in return you will never mention that morning to anyone here especially to Alex.” Just because I’m estranged from him doesn’t mean I want him to know his friend caught me naked and on top of someone.

He nods eagerly, “Yes I am trying to forget that don’t worry She-Karev.” I raise an eyebrow at name.

“She what?”

Owen looks surprised I didn’t know, “Oh uh She-Karev is what their calling you. You and your brother it got a bit confusing and it’s easier this way we use it because you’re a girl and a Karev and-”

“That makes me She-Karev.” I realize to my annoyance. As if I needed more validation as Alex’s little sister they have to make a nickname for me.

“Look it’s not that bad I mean in the beginning it was Karev’s little sister.” Owen chuckles lightly but I hold a stony face and walk away from him. I need to fume by myself and doing it in front of my boss is just gonna mark me for death or a firing. Just when I’m about to get more supplies from the closet a paramedic runs in with a gurney. On the gurney is a little girl with gauze on her upper chest area stained with blood. A teenage girl is running by them crying, Hunt gowns up.

“What do we got?” Hunt runs up to them.

“Gia Spencer, 9 year old female, multiple stab wounds, she’s hypotensive.”

“Get her in trauma 1 She-Karev gown up and come with me.” I’m too pumped to roll my eyes at the nickname and I immediately gown and glove myself before entering the trauma room where the teenage girl is outside the door still crying, “Crossmatch her times four. Karev trauma panel chest and abdomen.”

The teenager speaks, “That’s my sister you have to help her!”

Hunt listens to Gia’s chest and turns to me, “Karev get her out of here, page Karev and Pierce and get an O.R. ready for us.”

I nod and approach the teenager, “What’s your name?”

“Missy.” She’s still crying.

“Okay Missy you can’t be in here you need to come with me right now.”

Maggie Pierce comes in quickly passing us and takes examines Gia, “I got a page about a stab victim the ambulance called it in.”

“Great you’re here we need to get a handle on this bleeding let’s get a central line started. Karev get the sister out of here and page Alex.”

She sniffles, “N-No I have to be here! I told here I just needed to finish my algebra and then we were gonna make cupcakes but when I came in to get her I saw the front door was open a-and she was like that in her room.” Jus then the monitor flatlines.

“Damn it! We lost a pulse Pierce?”

“Help her please!” Missy yells.

“I need a thoracotomy tray now.” I try again to move Missy but the next second a could walk in and look at the scene in shock and I realize these are the parents.

“Oh my god my baby!” The mom cries out, “Oh my god what happened?!”

Pierce explains as she preps the rib spreader, “Your daughter is suffering from multiple stab wounds including one to the heart. We need to stem the blood flow and get her into surgery.”

“All of you need to leave right now Karev take them away from here.”

I approach the parents first, “Okay everybody out now, It’s okay let’s go.” The parents reluctantly listen and exit the room. I turn to get Missy who looks at Pierce and Huny performing the thoracotomy with a blank face that has a hint of fascination. I look at her confused, one minute she was crying and the next she’s watching them operate on her sister like she’s an intern at a gallery. The surgeons are too busy to notice and it takes me a second to snap out of it before I approach her.

“Missy let’s go.” Missy doesn’t move it’s like she’s transfixed by her sister almost dying only it’s the dying part that get’s her attention. The sight is chilling but I gently grab her arm to guide her away, “Come on let’s go, they need to work.” Missy listens and follows me but I see in the corner of my eye she’s looking back. I don’t know why but the look in her eye makes me think that her crying in front of us was an act of some kind and what I saw a second ago is what she truly felt. Fascination over her sister being stabbed.

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It's been an four hours since they brought in Gia and the family is still crying. Well the mom is the only one who’s crying, she’s holding Missy who looks at the floor with the same lack of emotion she showed at the trauma room. It’s still running through my head and it’s still giving me goosebumps. I get fascination with anatomy I had it too but not when my little sister was stabbed and they pulled her chest open to find the bleed.

I try to shrug it off as teenage mood swings. Gia looks 14 and she’s wearing dark clothes and dark makeup and her sister was just stabbed that can cause a whole tsunami of emotions. Plus the parents just saw their youngest lying in bed with stab wounds to express concerns I don’t even know are valid would just make things worse. I’m sociable enough to understand when to put my foot in my mouth.

I stand in front of the dad, Matt, who’s just as crushed as his wife only he’s hiding it. He asks me how this could happen and I explain what Missy said in the trauma room.

He shakes his head, “Somebody stabbed my baby, How could that happen?”

I try to come up with the best answer that is both comforting and straight to the point, “There's no logic to it. These things just happen and I am sorry that this happening to you but we are doing everything we can to save your daughter. Now they haven’t given an update yet but as soon as they do you will be the first to know.” I look at the sobbing sife in pity who hugs her stone faced daughter, “I can see what this is doing to your wife. How do you think Missy is holding up?

Matt looks at me confused, “What?”

“How do you think she's doing with all of this? Is she okay to be here while the surgery is happening?”

“Why does that matter?” Matt’s tone suddenly turns cold and I am slightly taken back.

“Uh, well, there's several very good doctors looking after Gia and this is a very traumatic event. Missy was the one who found her so if you would like I could find a counselor to speak to her and-”

Matt interrupts me and says bluntly, “No.”

I look at him confused. So far in my job a normal father would show concern for this other daughter after she went through something traumatic like this. But this guy is making it clear Missy shouldn’t be talked to which makes me wonder what he thinks she’s hiding, “Okay. Can I ask you why?”

Matt sighs in frustration, “I just...look, I don't need another person telling me she's careless and has bad judgment and-and is heading in the wrong direction, okay?”

I try to pacify this event, “That's not what I was gonna talk to her about. I just thought-”

He gets more angry and his voice slightly rises, “My baby girl is fighting for her life, and how Missy feels really isn't my primary concern. I don't need a referendum on my parenting.”

I nod because I don’t know what to do in this situation so I opt to apologize, “I-I'm so sorry. I can see how this is upsetting you. I didn’t mean-”

He dismisses me and says in a passive tone, “Please just leave us the hell alone.” He walks away from me and heads back to his family. I stand there in silence shaken by how cold this man is towards one daughter and concerned over the other. I get a page to the O.R. their using for Gia and decide to head there.

I walk in stride so I can get some good news about this little girl. When I saw her come in I went into doctor mode but later I was in shock that a little girl came in stabbed. It’s different seeing it from a doctors point of view and I feel bad for wanting my day to be less boring. I see Alex come out with a frustrated look and I immediately know what happened.

I sigh, “Damn it…she didn’t make it.”

Alex takes his scrub cap off and slaps the wall in anger, “She had a stroke after we patched the bleed in her heart. She was down for seven minutes before we brought her back. She’s in the ICU hooked up to a vent and Shepherd has to call it but-”

“She’s brain dead damn it. I’ll update the parents.”

“I’ll come with you.”

I shake my head, “I can handle it Alex I’m not hungry for a transplant like Helm or bumbling like Schmitt or douchey like Roy. I’m able to tell them.”

“This isn’t about you I was the one who operated on their daughter and I feel the need to tell them that their youngest might be brain dead. Come on lead the way.” Alex says tiredly and I choose not to argue with him for once. We walk side by side and he asks, “How’s the family holding up?”

I rub my eyes, “Mom's destroyed, dad's furious. I’m sure this is the usual to the peds squad.”

“Oh you have no idea,” Alex says, “And Missy?”

I feel chills in my spine again, “Uh, I don't know. He won't let me talk to her. He doesn’t seem to be concerned for her at all.”

“He’s a wreck and she's probably still in shock.”

I nod even though I’m still unsure, “Yeah maybe.”

Alex notices right away however and stops us to face me, “What’s that face for?”

“What face?”

“You have this face you do when you’re trying really hard to come to a decision. I saw it when you were trying to decide if you should do a lemon battery or a baking soda volcano for your elementary science fair.” I look at Alex in nostalgia over my first interest in science, “You were staring at the ceiling for two hours before you decided on the volcano. For the record I still think a lemon battery would’ve been cooler, volcanos are boring.”

I scoff, “Well mine wasn’t, it spilled all over the judges it was freaking Mount Vesuvius. Plus, I got second place.” I say it with pride.

“And first was the lemon battery.” Alex reminds me, “Now what’s the thinking face for? Tell me before we tell that family the worst news they will ever get.” I lick my lips and see the hallway has too many people so I motion for the patient room behind him and we go inside.

After closing the door, I confess, “Okay you remember how I got sent to juvie for a month after Dave?” Alex nods, “Well my cellmate at the time Piper was in for aggravated assault. She was diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder and it showed. She would never talk to me even when I was trying to engage. She would try to compliment me to get a share of my commissary chips and she would go back to being silent when I did. Her smile, it wasn’t real it was practiced and one time when there was a brawl in the cafeteria, she watched with this numb look but she also looked like she was caught in a spell. I saw that same look on Missy when Pierce and Hunt cut into her chest and spread her ribs. I practically had to drag her away from the scene.”

Alex looks at me in shock and responds, “Okay well maybe you’re thinking about this too much maybe she was just upset.”

“It was more than that. She came in crying and begging us to save her sister and when her parents were away, she stopped. It was like a performance that she turned off; it’s exactly how Piper was.”

Alex sighs and rubs his temple like he has a headache, “Everybody reacts differently Amber especially teenagers. Do you think your letting your experience with Piper cloud your judgement?” I gape at him in shock he would accuse me of not thinking clearly but he continues, “I…I get that your angry with mom and I get how it can cloud your judgement but-”

“Don’t do that.” My mood turns angry due to the fact that he brought mom into this like that explains why I’m talking like this, “You don’t get to bring my past up and use it against me. And you know what for the record how the fuck would you know what mom did to me and how angry I am at her?”

He looks taken back by my cursing, “What?”

“You left for med school and you never visited you never called.” I state all the facts, “Where the fuck were you when mom got bad? You were nowhere and I was there 24/7 and so was Aaron. So what the fuck makes you think your qualified to know how much mom screwed me up?”

Alex looks at me offended, “You have no idea what that woman put me through!” He yells under his breath so we don’t attract attention and he looks angry at me for the first time in forever, “She made me take care of everything including you and Aaron. You got to be a kid for a while but I didn’t. I was the dad! I was a kid but I was the dad! I had to fucking leave the house that was the only way I could survive!”

“Yeah, and leaving me alone with that shit that’s how you survived?!” I yell, I try to remain mad but my feelings of resentment and worthlessness catch up to me and I breathe heavily as tears start to form, “What the fuck made you think I could endure that hell on my own you selfish son of a bitch? Why the fuck did you hold my hand for ten minutes and go back to your life here like nothing ever happened?” A tear escapes and I wipe it away furiously, “Why did Uncle Lucas stay and make sure I was okay and you never called once?”

Alex tries to speak, “Amber-”

“How could you do that to me?!” I ask him with the fire in my belly, “To me?!”

The door opens and Andrew looks at us and closes the door behind him, “Guys I hate to interject here but everybody can hear you two and I wanted to stop you before you get into issues you don’t want other people to know about.” Alex and I stop and stand there in angry silence “Walk away from each other right now. Just walk away Amber.”

I agree with him because I can’t be here for another second but I add something for Alex, “You know Webber tells us that as surgeons we have to trust our instincts and see things from every viewpoint. I am doing that and I don’t want to because god knows that family has enough to deal with but I have to because if what I think is true Missy might have done this and if she did this once she can do it again.”

I turn around and slam the door behind me walking past Andrew who follows me as I fume over the worst workday of my life. We walk together tensely, and I start to regret matching at the same place my ass of a brother works.

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Alex and Owen explain how Gia had a stroke and is now officially pronounced brain dead by Dr. Shepherd we stand side by side taking in their grief. The mom is the most tragic as she cries, the dad is staring off like he’s hoping to get away from here, and Missy is behind them looking at them numbly again.

“What does that mean, brain dead?” The mom, Sylvia asks in a broken voice.

“It means, she's not gonna come out of this coma and she can't breathe on her own.” Alex explains in a neutral voice.

“Brain death is more of a clinical determination. The questions your gonna be answering are gonna be hard and we would help you however we can.” Hunt gently say.

Sylvia knows what Owen is talking about as she cries harder, “You mean, do we take Gia off the respirator? And if so, when?”

“Yes.”

Alex continues, “I know this is a difficult thing to process so we’ll give you as much time as you need to decide how we should move forward.”

Missy steps forward and speaks up, “Well, how long can she stay like she is?”

“We can keep her breathing on the respirator indefinitely.” Alex spews facts, “But she won't wake up, and her body will just continue to deteriorate.”

Matt has a single tear down his cheek and says numbly, “So there's no decision to make.”

“Well, sometimes, in situations like this, a family will decide to donate their loved one's organs.” Alex looks and sees Missy’s eyes glisten like she’s finally interested and she says something that catches Alex off guard.

“You mean, like, cut her open and take everything out?” Missy asks with such conviction that Alex looks at her with a blank face as he’s already seeing what Amber was so worried about. Hunt steps in.

“Missy, why don’t’ you go to the cafeteria downstairs and get something to eat?”

“No.” Missy says it coldly and her mother is oblivious as she tries to comfort her.

“Yeah, you know, actually, that's a good idea. Why don’t you go?”

Missy is determined to stay thought, “No, I don't want to miss any of this. I want to stay here.”  

Her dad snaps, “You heard your mother. Now go.” Missy huffs and storms away.

Alex clears his throat, “Give me a minute I need to check on a patient, I’ll give you two space to talk and make a decision.” Alex walks away and finds Jo going over the monitor and approaches her, “Hey can we talk?” Jo nods and follows him to the doctor’s lounge where he explains what happened with him and Amber and how he’s starting to think Amber might be right.

“Are you sure Missy was displaying sociopathic behavior?”

“I swear Jo her eyes lit up when I was talking about us taking out her dead sister’s organs.” Alex mentally beats himself up for not believing in Amber, “Damn it she told me her concerns and I just…”

Jo looks at him confused, “You just what?”

Alex sighs, “I thought she was just being paranoid because of what happened with our mother and I told her and-”

“And she yelled at you and told you all the ways you royally screwed up with her.” Jo knows the Karev’s well enough to know how they react when their faced with past trauma. The lack of communication between them is frustrating for her but after Jimmy Evans she has learned to stay out of it, “At least tell me you apologized.”

Alex looks down in shame, “No I didn’t and I know what your gonna say but I don’t know how an I’m sorry is gonna make things better. She was out of line but she was right. I left her when she needed me Jo, I left her alone in that house.” Jo looks at Alex in sympathy as he sits on the couch brooding over his younger self’s decision, “She had her jaw dislocated by her brother and I just held her hand for 10 minutes, committed Aaron and shoved pills down mom’s throat and left. I told Uncle Lucas to take Amber in so she would recover in a clean house and not get beaten up by some bastard foster parent so I wouldn’t have to.”

Jo sits next to him, “It was a difficult situation and at least you drove there and did all of that. I know it couldn’t have been easy.”

Alex is still brooding and beating himself up, “Every time I look at her, I am reminded of the worst mistakes of my life and…honestly I think I deserve it Jo and she deserves the satisfaction.”

Jo shakes her head, “Amber isn’t satisfied with your misery if she was, I wouldn’t find her passing me down the hall with DeLuca looking like she was on the verge of tears. You two need to clear the air and figure out a way to make up or at the very least learn how to work together because she’s gonna be here for the next five years and your gonna be her boss during that time. Have you tried telling her how bad you feel and apologize for leaving her when she needed you the most?”

“It’s too late for that.” Alex says numbly, “And I tried talking to her but she doesn’t want to hear it.”

“Then make her hear it.” Jo commands, “Listen you were young then but your older now, your wiser and your sister is here. You have a chance to make things right before you and her let the time for apologies pass you both. I know you two are stubborn like that and as someone who grew up an only child I can honestly tell you to get your head out of your asses and talk.”

Alex ponders on Jo’s words for a few moments, “And what am I supposed to say? ‘I’m sorry’? Like that’s just gonna magically make everything better?” Alex doesn’t know if he can face his baby sister and tell her what he’s been dying to tell her and not expect a lash back. Jo looks at him in pity and continues.

“At this point things can’t get any worse between you two so maybe this will start to make things better.” Alex starts to see her point and wants to do just that but first he has to deal with Missy. And in order to do that he needs Amber’s help.

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I pace back and forth in front of Andrew sitting in a bench at the park listening to me ranting about Alex. If there’s one good thing about telling a guy your whole life story it’s that he won’t be shocked by what I could inadvertently reveal. I opt for an outdoor setting so no nurses or interns overhear us.

“I still can’t believe it. He used mom against me after what I told him about Missy.”

Andrew looks at me confused I still haven’t told him about the case, “Who is Missy?”

I groan and stop in place so I could face him and explain, “She’s the sister of my patient who was stabbed multiple times. She was crying in the trauma room and as soon as her parents left she stopped crying like that.” I snap my fingers, “I-It was like she was playing the role of a concerned sister with her family as an audience. And the dad refuses to let psych speak to her it’s like he’s hiding something I mean you should’ve been there.”

“Okay and what does all of this tell you?”

I go from angry to somber as the dark situation gets to me again, “I think Missy was lying about finding Gia. I don’t think she found her like that I think she was the one who did it.”

Andrew looks shocked by my hypothesis, “Amber that’s a pretty big leap to jump and the worst time to consider that.”

“You think I don’t know that?” I ask bluntly, “I know this family is going through hell and I know you think I’m letting my past cloud my judgement god knows Alex does but you know what the one bright side is in growing up with psychotics?”

“I’m afraid to ask.” Andrew says flatly.

“I notice things other people don’t and my gut instinct is stronger because of it.” Even as I defend that I still feel like my past is hovering over me, “And you know what I was there unlike Alex when mom got bad so he doesn’t get to pull that over my head. Ever.”

“You know you weren’t the only one who grew up in that house right? Alex was there and you said so yourself he had to take care of everything.” Andrew asks and I look at him confused by his sudden support for my brother.

“Seriously?” I ask him irritably, “Your gonna defend him you?” I ask in disbelief as Andrew groans knowing he opened a door to a fight between us but responds calmly.

“Okay what’s the age gap between you two?”

I look at him surprised by his trivial question but I answer, “13 years why?”

“Look I’m not gonna defend what he did to you after Aaron but you have to cut him some slack when it comes to what your parents did to him.” I chuckle darkly but he continues, “He grew up with your mom who was at the prime of her illness and your abusive junkie dad. I’m sorry but he had the worst of that insanity because unlike him you had someone to take care of you as best as he could in that hell hole. He might have left but at least he tried to support you even then by sending you guys money for rent and food and your mom’s meds.”

“Are you seriously taking his side right now?” I scoff, “You know of all people I really thought you would back me up on this. I am face to face with him everyday and it is hell for me I have to face a reminder of what happened every time I enter a room he’s in. Can you not see how horrible that is for me.”

Andrew sighs and takes a moment before deciding to retreat, “I don’t want to say something obvious and piss you off more.”

I look away exhausted, “Oh god you know what just do it, it can’t get any worse now.”

“Why did you come to the same hospital your brother works at?” I feel renewed with energy and this time it’s fueled by anger again; Andrew holds his hand up to signal that he’s not done, “Hear me out, you told me our first night that you got offers at UCLA, Mount Sinai and St. Luke’s. Grey Sloan wasn’t your only option and you took it. Why did you take a job knowing your brother who you resented also worked there?”

I shake my head and explain, “Because I wanted to be the best I could be and I wanted to learn from the best. I’m an ambitious person you know that.”

“Yes I do and you could’ve used that ambition somewhere else, somewhere you wouldn’t complain about Alex every five seconds.” I glare at him but he doesn’t cower, “I’m sorry but I feel the need to point out that maybe you choose to work here not just to learn but also to talk with your brother. You keep saying that he’s reminding you of the worst time of your life but you brought that on when you moved here.”

I calm down a bit as his logic starts to sink in, “I was concerned about Missy that’s the only reason I was talking to him, he’s my boss nothing else.”

“Yeah and you turned it around and started a yelling match with him instead of just talking to him and asking him why he left. And now it’s effecting your work and Missy is walking around the hospital while her sister is on a vent from an attack her sister might have caused” Andrew puts his elbows on his knees, “Look you’re an intern and he’s an attending and his gut instinct when it comes to patient care is stronger than yours due to having a decade on you. Instead of yelling at him about something personal, talk to him in a professional manner and see if your right about Missy’s behavior because if you let your petty differences keep you both from doing your job you might just let a child killer walk. I’m right you know I am.”

I knew he was because for a minute I forgot about Missy and focused on my brother. Missy might have killed her sister and here I am whining and complaining to a guy I like. God it makes me feel pathetic. I hear a ding and pull out my phone to find that Alex paged me to the cafeteria.

I sigh, “I got a page, Alex wants me to meet him in the cafeteria.”

Andrew looks away annoyed at the bad timing, “And round two begins.”

“Wish me luck I gotta go.” I walked away from Andrew and as his words hit me, I realized he is right. I didn’t have to come here; I didn’t have to come to the same hospital as my brother and yet I did. I did it and now I am making things worse for me and everybody else and…and I don’t know what to do about it.

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Alex and Amber sit at a round table with Missy as they eat their ice cream. Alex told Amber in a text while she was walking out of the park that he thought she was right and that they needed to talk to Missy alone to confirm their suspicions. Amber wasn’t on board with sitting with her brother but she’s trying to be professional and get all the facts before they decide to report to the police. They asked Missy about how she feels about organ transplant for her sister and she spoke freely.

“I know what happens when they take someone off of life support.” Missy speaks in a cold tone like she was talking about the weather, “A lot of times, they don't die right away. They gag and struggle, and it gets all messy.”

Amber looks at Alex with a worried look but he remains cool and talks to Missy like she’s a normal teenager, “Did what happened to your sister scare you? Well, it would scare me.”

Amber nods and decides to say a personal story about herself that is a psychopaths wetdream, “Yeah I mean…I remember how scared I was when I was in Gia’s place.” Missy looks up with a blank face and has a glimmer in her eye like Amber finally said something interesting. Alex looks at Amber carefully to make sure she’s okay to tell this to Missy, “You know, I was attacked once and strangled. Somebody came into my room and tried to choke me to death and they caught up with me when I ran and beat me so bad I had to have surgery.” Missy’s lips curl up slightly in dark glee and Amber continues, “You know, sometimes, I...Sometimes, I wonder what the man who attacked me felt when he had his hands around my neck and…watching the life slowly come out of me.” She’s using this as bait for Missy who takes it and she and Alex listen attentively.

“I mean, well, he probably felt...powerful, like he had all the control.” Alex closes his eyes as his worst fear is realized along with Amber who looks at her and nods without giving her terror at this little girl away, “You know, like he could hurt you or kill you or do anything she wanted.” Missy composes herself as she realizes what she’s saying and retorts, “But I could be wrong.”

Amber and Alex look at each other knowing that they have a suspected child killer here at this table.

[wench-and-jezebel]

Dark Angel Reaction: Female Trouble

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

(tw for discussions of canon suicidal thoughts)

[Oh god the title tho]  🤣🤣🤣🤣 [I think this is Big Drama ep btw.  And, if so, I *think* that I really HATED Max in this one.  She's so selfish/oblivious if so]  Well here we go

Already don’t like her (half-kidding)  [She has called him 'His Holiness" and "the messiah" in the space of two seconds]  

She stands like a doll.   Like, really stiff

See this guy doesn’t seem like it a therapist  [I think they forgot what his initial role was alkdsfj]  🤣🤣🤣 One of the writers is a me… “Why is he here again??”  “I dunno just write him lines”

Place is dirtyyyy.  I would not be getting naked in there!  Buddy, you’re gonna get sepsis.  [You sound like Dean]  🤣🤣🤣 Dean be making sense

[She's annoyingly biased.  Isn't she supposed to have a good bedside manner?]

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 that’s a buncha money

Poor Logan… Poor buddy is as unlucky as Ackles in just having bad luck just with health for him  [Should I be concerned for Tony?]

… ooooohahhhhhh (opening song)

[Poor OC dealing with Max's BS]  Right!?!

*she says with heavy attitude*

Buddy 💔💔💔

She plays bitchy too easy… must just come natural (cough cough I’ve heard bad things about Alba)  [This is true!  Though I must say... she gets better in other roles.  "Sin City" and "The Eye"?  I can't remember her being as bad]  Ack, The Eye!  She wasn’t bad in Fantastic Four either

[I love how she acts like his whole life is her, though.  Like.  Hmm, he's not answering the phone.  HOW DARE HE GHOST ME.]

I mean… In Sketchy’s defense… ☠️☠️☠️ she opened the door with no bra!

I have never walked with a cane…. And apparently neither has Weatherly! ☠️☠️☠️ Buddy’s not a bad actor, but his body acting is a bit off! ☠️ been meaning to mention it since he started walking again  [That does seem to be true]  His arm is the one struggling more than his legs ☠️☠️☠️

I wouldn’t like needles that size either… Ack

Ooopp and she done stuck the mammoth needle in the struggle arm

[The sign that says "Hell" behind her tho]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  If I couldn’t find coffee or packaged chicken, I’d think it would hell too

Wtf did they cut with that big ass knife

[Oh, lovely: Max stalking her boyfriend.  This is great.  Very healthy]  I could have overlooked her coming to see what he was doing… but the attitude is killing me.  

What condition…?  I mean, I get he’s walking, but buddy was paralyzed like… two days ago.  That condition is still there

[Doctor's an idiot if she hasn't figured out that Max is Manticore yet]

Bum bum bummmmmm!  He knows

[Flowers for Algernon-coded.]

She says things that should sound caring… so uncaringly

[Awkward-ass acting, just saying.  Looks like she’s getting her wish about "I want his ass to stay crippled so he needs me"]  Very true.  Also that.  Was… *sigh*.  Her throwing the jacket at him.  I’d lose it.

[Neuropsych = PsyOps btw]  That’s what I thought!

This scene is still too deep to comment on ☠️  It’s like. Oddly deep  [We’ll talk at midpoin- Oh, wait, that’s now… pause]  Okay

– – –

Jezebel: But, no, usually deep or sad or serious scenes can be mocked to an extent, and that one I had nothing. 🤣 And I didn’t want to just repeatedly type ooooof

Wench: Yeah, I follow...  There wasn't much content there, though, so it makes sense

Jezebel: This episode feels short!?  Like it does not feel like midpoint already… But, I mean, literally two things have happened, minus the intro of another sibling who just scurried off again ☠️☠️ hopefully she comes back just so it doesn’t feel as pointless as the last sibling

Wench: The last sibling definitely comes back, btw.  Well, at least, if I remember her right  Her name was Tinga, right? (Last sibling)

Jezebel: Yeah

Wench: Then, yeah, she becomes important at the end of this season

Jezebel: Ok good!  What about the one in this ep?

Wench: Uh... not fully certain... I don't really remember her to the same degree.  For what it’s worth, though, I think this episode is gonna pick up in terms of stuff going on... at least if I'm right about where this episode is heading.  But, regardless, this is definitely the one I mentioned as being the *real* start of my Max dislike.  Like, she'd aggravated me before, but this is the first time I *really* hated her

Jezebel: Yeah her attitude is so amplified

Wench: Also, there's some serious Logan development starting in this episode, so it's pretty significant that this is her reaction to an episode about him going through seriously hard times.  And he's definitely got issues but a) they haven't developed those yet, and mostly won't until s2, largely because I'm pretty sure they were developed in response to Weatherly's actions during the filming of s2 and less about his actions during the filming of s1; and b) it's funny to me because his flaws in s2 are basicallyyyy what she's doing in this ep

Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ Oof!  

Wench: Yup…

Jezebel: Other than that! I think that’s all I have for a midpoint there just isn’t too much else to comment on

– – – 

[Sister be back as requested]  Sister be murderous  [Well, yes, but that's not surprising… She’s related to Max]  Oh, look, sis, I can flip too

Oh SNAP

The doctor has the patience OF A SAINT

["X5 males are routinely dosed with birth-control meds"  Well, that's changed by s2, that's for damn sure]  

Ooooof Jace… You done done the devil’s tango

[Oh, Max, you'd be right if you weren't so wrong (*stares at s2e1*)] 

MaaM. She’s like 2 seconds pregnant ☠️ she’s not too attached I don’t think using the baby as persuasion works just yet

[Thus are you seeing the power of PsyOps btw] 

Shit that doesn’t belong in your body tends to do that

Max just in the background scowling

[Max has no clue about biology, I see laksjdf  "Baby moving?" Bitch, baby's a kidney bean rn]  ☠️☠️☠️

Oooof he’s getting fired

[Oh, that's interesting... "You’re happy out here? In a world that’s dirty…diseased…corrupt?"  Alec-coded.  Who is, in turn, Dean-coded]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

– – – 

*pause for a conversation*

Jezebel: I think I know why I can’t comment easy… Because the episode has a less humorous plot line. (It’s kinda deep) And I can’t crack jokes at it… I’m getting invested and just watching ☠️☠️☠️

Wench: That’s fair!

Jezebel: What did you want to say?

Wench: I just… this is such an important conversation to bear in mind for s2.  Like, this is verging on spoiler-y, but we've already talked about this some, so…  Max: “Because what they don’t tell you is that you’re more than just a soldier. You’re a human being, with free will.”  Jace: “Easy for you to say. You’re not in restraints.”  Max is paying attention because she views Jace as a sister, but this is exactly what happens with Alec.

Jezebel: Alec isn’t an X5 right?

Wench: Nah, he is.  He's X5-494

Jezebel: So she didn’t know Ben was a twin

Wench: Right

Jezebel: Ahhh!  

Wench: And she's sitting there with her moralistic view --- "you're a person not a soldier; how can you possibly go to Manticore when they're manipulating and controlling you; you're such a pawn and need to learn to think for yourself; Manticore is wrong" etc --- and he's coming back with "it's easy for you to say that, but you left, you don't know what it was like, and you don't know what it's like to not have the luxury of morals when we're just trying to get by."  She's paying more attention here, but that's only because Jace is an X5 from her unit; she doesn't afford the same consideration in s2.

Jezebel: Ohhh ☹️☹️☹️ oooof

Wench: And it's also interesting because both Jace and Alec are talking about the dirtiness of the world, the crudity of it as opposed to Manticore's sterility... and it's kinda interesting to see that it's clearly part of their programming to think that way because this is across seasons, across units, and yet it's the same thought, and almost the same wording.  He says "You spent half your life out there in filth and degradation. I could catch something." instead, but it's the same thought as the quote I pulled out earlier

Jezebel: Yeah I see it 👀👀👀

Wench: Anyway, that's just something interesting I noticed that wouldn't be especially spoiler-esque because... well.  I already spoiled it alksdjf  

Jezebel: 🤣🤣🤣 Fairrr

Wench: The parallels are interesting, and they'll probably end up brewing in my head... Don't be surprised if I keep mentioning stuff

Jezebel: I don’t mind 🙂 Oh, also, there was something I wanted to ask about the show… Did the Pulse happen after the escape or before?

Wench: After

Jezebel: And what was it?

Wench: Do you know what an EMP is?

Jezebel: I was about to say what Dean made himself…. But that’s… EVP right?

Wench: He technically made an electromagnet too, but I think you mean EMF

Jezebel: ☠️

Wench: An EMP is an electromagnetic pulse, and it basically takes out electronics/tech.  The Pulse was a large scale electromagnetic pulse, which took out all of the infrastructure/electronics/technology

Jezebel: Sooo what they should was gonna happen in 2000?

Wench: This show was made in 2000, so idk what you're talking about but it would make sense if so

Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ That- 🤣🤣🤣  OMG THAT MAKES SO MUCH FUCKING SENSE NOWWWWW  (To sum up… There was an end of the world fear that when we hit the year 2000 this would happen. All technology would stop working and basically apocalypse.  It was like really scary.  Like 2012 apocalypse level fear.)

Wench: Oh, damn… Then yes!

Jezebel: That is fucking hilarious tho… The show makes so much sense now!  And now I’m ready 🙂

– – – 

Lintlickerrrrr *squinting emoji*  [btw, Nitro emojis don’t work on Tumblr alskfj]  *squint* ☠️👀🤣

“It’s nothing personal”  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

[Oop- innuendo]

DOUBLE CROSS… LE GASP

[“Maternal instinct.”  Y'ALL.  It's.  A KIDNEY BEAN]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  ["I know what she's going through.  I trust her."  Bitch, you don't know shit; you've never been a pregnant, post-brainwashing X5 who broke out to rejoin her previously-escaped sibling]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️ 

Poor Jace

Tf ☠️☠️☠️

Oooop double crossed double cross

Welp, there goes Logan’s legs  [Guess Max got her wish]

[JAM PONY!]  More bike tricks  [Sketch got better at the bike thing!!!]

☠️☠️☠️☠️

[I told you he was lying about the bip-bip-bip-ing]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Double cross x3  [We've got a count developing]

Omg, the second half just went hard af  [I told you it would :)]

QUAD CROSSSSSS OMG THE CRISSS CROSSS APPLESAUCE

[Btw, the card they are playing?  Is absolutely the "the kidney bean convinced her" card]  Ahh the maternal instinct… “My baby spoke to me *angels singing*”  [No, you're forgetting… "My baby revolved in my eye and I knew I couldn't let them die"]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

The little hint of a smile tho… Lintlicker you dog

[I swear, these past two or so episodes have had Jam Pony scenes only consist of transition scenes, which makes me sad :(]  I KNOW  💔💔💔

Mexico and Canada gonna be protected af

[Max is being.  So.  Oblivious.  just btw]  “This is gonna be ok… you need me again.. I’ll take care of you… The way it should be”  [I swear I saw a Criminal Minds with this plot… The one with the inspirational  speaker chick who kidnaps and tortures anyone who actually becomes self-sufficient enough to not need her help]

[Also… Did I mention Max was oblivious?  How did it take until now for her to register the whole.  You know.  Suicidal bit.]  ☹️☹️☹️☹️  Ooooof  

[I'm gonna put a trigger warning for this one btw.  idk how in depth we'll go, but just in case]  Definitely

Poor buddy

[Now she's worried about him]

He scrunched up her hair and I thought he was about to yank her off

[At least *one* of the unit siblings got a decent spotlight]

“I hope Logan will be ok.  Actually, I know Logan will be ok”  [CIRCLES]

[Also, her explanation of "I know Logan will be ok" being because "I'm in his corner"... bitch, wot.  You didn't pay your boyfriend enough attention to catch that he was suicidal]  “I’m in his corner…  Sometimes… When I’m not busy”

*sigh* But like at least Jace got away

– – – 

Wench: So now you see what I mean by Big Drama

Jezebel: Yes.  Very big. Much drama. That was heavy. Does it get talked about more? Or is he over it next episode (kinda hope that’s not the case, that’s not how depression works ☠️)

Wench: The suicidal bit? I don't think so. Could be wrong, but I don't remember it being addressed again.

Jezebel: Oooof... Not that I’d want him to be suicidal in more eps but like... yanno that’s a big thing to say he is and then just never touch on it again yanno.

Wench: Yeah...

Jezebel: Anyway... The criss-crossing this ep was giving me whiplash

Wench: Yup, agreed

Jezebel: Also I can’t help but think Lydecker almost looked happy they got away

Wench: *whistles*

Jezebel: 🤣🤣🤣 But other than that! I don’t have much else to say ☠️

Wench: Yeah, there's not much to comment on… Most of this was character development.

Jezebel: And now they have the new level of Manticore: Babicore

Wench: alsdkfj Oh you ain't seen nothin' yet... Babicore doesn't come in until s2

Jezebel: ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Wench: Still hate Max tho.

Jezebel: I can see why y’all do for sureeeee

Wench: It gets worse! Because later, she's directing it towards Alec, (who's basically Dean, for context). Like, you've seen enough to know that Jackles doesn't act them the same, but they're so close that it's kinda bonkers that they're so clearly different characters.

Jezebel: I can’t wait!!! Well I can for the bitchiness but not the ackleesss 💕💕💕

Wench: Well, 'til next ep then!

[blinday]

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!

1. My homophobic fase.

I used to be a major homophobe. I mean, I was your typical catholic raised girl going through a major sexual and gender crisis. It doesn't justify it, and I wish I could apologize for the people I disrespected back then, but well. It brought me here today, so I have to be grateful for that time, even if I am also regretful.

But really, I was literally an egg. I had a friend who used he AND she for me bc he fully believed I was a trans person (which gender he wasn’t sure, but I apreciate the sentiment now). Back then I was very offended because it felt like I wasn’t feminine enough, but nowadays I find it very endearing. Bro was giving his best! It was around the same time I met my first irl lesbian friend, who kind of showed me that this was actually a thing that could happen, it wasn’t just a bunch of weird people wanting attention (the imposter syndrome was WILD).

2. Stranded naked in the middle of the ocean.

I used to live in Moçambique 🇲🇿, a small country in south Africa where my father had scored a job as the biologist and lab manager of a hospital. It was there that I learned english! There I also lived through 5 to 10 years old and had my first boyfriend (I was 9 and he was 12. He still is one of my fondest memories from there).

Anyways, we lived very well there, had a big house and even many employees for cleaning and guarding - my dad wanted to employ EVERYONE he met because he does NOT sit well with having a lot of money when people around him don't have much. He was a very busy person, so to compensate he always got us (me, my 2 sisters and my mom) to do fun trips when he was away.

When I was around 7 we went to one of those trips to an island called Ibo (pronounced Eebo). The island was circled by many small islands that you could walk through in a few hours, and, when the tides were low, you could even cross through the islands on foot. But well, the guide fucked up and what was supposed to be a 1 hour walk turned into a 7 hour nightmare in which my mom and us (I, a 7 year old, and my sisters, who were 4 and 5) got lost from our group, found flamingoes, took pictures and even made a prayer for a sweet death - my mom blessed us each and prayed that we all went to heaven bc she was sure there was NO WAY we would survive this. Oh yeah, and us, the kids, only had like, robes on. Our clothes got soaked so we had to wear the bathrobes.

We fortunately survived, but still. It was WILD.

3. Memory Loss

I don't remember most of my childhood and teenhood! My psychiatrist says it's most likely due to my sleep problems, but it might also be related to my mental breakdown in high school. In any case, I only remember fragments and little bits and pieces from those times - and even then, everything's kinda foggy.

That's it! Thanks for the ask hun, I LOVE talking and being perceived online (not much irl tho).

[getodrools]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 HOT ROD | Suguru Getou.

synopsis. You want to ride your boyfriend's bike with him so badly! Be his little backpack! But he swears you need some practice with the biker first. ( wc. 1.3k+ )

warnings. mdni | f! bimbo! reader | sws, biker au, riding, he's kinda mean :c, he's a huge perv tho, spanking, cock warming, he's a lil corny too but gets sappy, overstimulation, mentions of public sex, dacryphilia if you squint, belly bulge.

“You wanna ride?” He laughs right in your pretty little face, “You barely could balance on your own two feet.” And to top it off, he was already walking away before you could object.

Which you know… you really couldn't.

But, “Teach me then!” Suguru’s hair falls over his shoulder while giving you a quick peak; glancing at the scrutinizingly large puppy-eyed look you gleam right up at him with – mustering up the biggest eyes and little wobbly lip you could…

He sighs. Heavily.

Your boyfriend never played fair. Especially when it came to his other girlfriend – whom he likes to call his bike, aka, his sexy hot ride… Always close when you were to her; checking if you'd leave a little scratch or even just a fingerprint against its glossy cover…

Too scarred now – he let you sit on it once for some cute, teasing pictures of his favorite and sexy specialties together — he still has those bikini photos of you set as his wallpaper, which he adores but the memory of what happened after haunts him, sulking how she tipped right over the second you got off, forgetting to kick the stand up as he reminded you a dozen times to… or that time he let you wear his helmet for giggles, ‘till you bounced your head right up against a wall and chipped the shiny gear… many other accidents happened, some he still needs to repair or even payoff…

Though, Getou never said much about it – he could never stay mad at you for too long! yet the tight-lined lip he'd purse down at you with and then that deep inhale followed every time you tried to shimmy away when you stupidly did something, made you coward in heartache.

You know how much he worked on that hot rod. But you also wanted to be part of his damn hobbies! Wishing to be his backpack – clinging onto his strong back while the wind takes your hair, relishing in the thought of squeezing his thighs or him soothing your hands when you’d hug him close… Just as your friends would with their biker boyfriends, annoyed how they'd all look so cute jumping on the leather backseats and taking off all huddled up into their man's back…

You sigh back at him, just as heavily.

Being scrupulously, touchingly honest here, he did not trust you near his prized possession. But wondering how else he could poke and tease at his stupid little girlfriend who so painstakingly wants to be up his ass twenty-four-seven — which he doesn't mind. You're just… a little clumsy…

“Ah… Okok, but you need practice first, baby.”

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The practice was you sitting naked in his lap; clothes ripped off your fresh body, nothing more than obstructions for the cold-eyed man to gaze at… You were pulled across the bedsheets by the legs and coddled his thighs with yours – pretty pussy being stretched with thick dick meat you so coveted, warming him up in the long run of this act…

Suguru even had you holding his hands which he said about them, “Act like my hands are the handles.” You looked like a damn fool when he'd steer you around! And he was soaking it all up!

Though, squeezing into his palm, you still sat on the thick pillar of meat throbbing deep inside of you.

Before you could scowl at the rotten smirk sinking into his cheeks, Suguru acts surprised, “Uh oh! It's getting bumpy, baby.” He winks for your queue to start bouncing – and your pussy sucks him up every time you drop back down, never letting the oozing crown leave for a mere second. And he'd sheath himself fully on every go, attempting to fit more of his fat cock inside the fluttering tunnel that could barely contain his length when you'd try to catch your breath.

Not letting you, he gives you a mean swat against the mountains of flesh clapping against him.

“You would've flung right off the seat, sweetheart. You gotta lock your thighs tight, ok?” You sigh, still tingling in the skin but you don't let his attempt to discourage you work!

“Like this?” Pretty thighs squeeze around him, locking muscles in and the plush of them makes his mouth water; watching how your clit rubs against his curly hair as you try so hard to prove at point.

“Yeah. Yeah… keep bouncin’-- we're in the mountains.” His eyes are twinkling, almost innocent like yours.

Grabbing a hold into his hands with firm determination, you kept on squealing as the man moved in quick with you, relentless motions, like an engine firing off. Getou drilled his cock deep when you lifted your hips up, not giving you any room to handle your senses, jamming right through your flushed folds ‘till silk juices gushed out on every upward thrust; glitter spilling out from the seal between your sweating bodies.

Holding tight, you brace for the impact of each drove of his hips in smooth arcs.

Punching his bulbous crown in one, swift motion, a ragged moan rips through your chest. Almost tipping off to the side, he flings his hand out from yours to smack you back into reality; packing a mean clap to your ass.

“You can't just float off! You gotta stay aware of your surroundings. I know sightseeing is gorgeous but baby it could be dangerous too!” His heavy cockhead smacked right up against your deepest barrier with no trouble at all, stretching your tight tunnel to the hilt with ease.

You cry out, “This is hard!” and the twinkle in your eyes makes him frown.

“Pretty girl… you poor thing,” Maybe he was teasing you too much… He smacks his lips, “When you ride with me, you don't need to worry about much, just keep your hands wrapped around my waist n’ I’ll keep you safe.” Quick in motion, your back is pressed into the sheets.

He grabs your thighs to wrap around him just as, and instinctively you hold him close by the neck with your hands, “See? Just how you are now.” Watching your face light up made his heart jump, so did his cock.

Now this was manageable.

You hold his bare, warm body close to yours as he said, and as he stayed buried inside of you. Even catching the small bump punching in your gummy walls when he'd find a rhythm again.

His own hands link around your face like a helmet this time, “Where do you wanna go first? We could check out the springs you've been asking for.” And he pecks right at your glowing face, imagining how bugs would when you'd ride with him…

“Maybe even fuck you right over my bike on the cliffs?” You giggle but catching your lips with his as Getou’s dick rammed with a deep intent.

The thought was surreal. You, finally being his backpack, and watching the world together – a pretty view for the both of you…

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[mxdnightlvers]

Can you do nsfw headcanons of dottore and pantalone with a virgin s/o who's shy and anxious but still want them to be their first?

➸ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Dottore and Pantalone with a shy Virgin reader (separate)

➸ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Nsfw, mainly sweet sex tho, a bit of cumplay

➸ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬/𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Gender neutral reader

➸ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I’m sorry this took so long 😭 I’ve been busy irl and haven’t gotten a chance to write these past few days. Not to mention that writing takes a while for me so sorry for the late response 🥲 Howeverrrrr this was a very interesting request!!! Especially with these characters aaaaa 10/10 ty anon 🙏🏻 I enjoyed writing this alot.

𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ❦

He’s so sweet and patient with you. Not like that unnerving fake kindness he shows everyone else, but genuine care and love towards you. So naturally, he would be the same for your first time. However, as much knowledge you have on sex in general, experiencing it for yourself has your heart racing with nervousness and anticipation. You’ve never had anyone see you in such a vulnerable state or even touch you like that. So when he touches the hem of your shirt, he pauses. “If you don’t want to do it, it’s fine. You don’t have to force yourself.” You search his eyes for any trace of faux sympathy but there were none. He was showing his genuine worry for you- showing vulnerability for you. Something that he’d never let the other harbingers see, but for you, he will. It gives you reassurance and you nod, mumbling a quiet, “mhmn, I’m sure.”

Despite your answer he still takes his time with you. However he can’t help but stare at your naked form as you lay beneath him. You’re so perfect- too perfect he simply cannot take his eyes off you. It’s not until you let out a small whine and tilt your head in embarrassment that he snaps out of it. A finger lightly lifting your chin so that he can kiss you, other hand slowly moving up and down your body. Letting you get used to the feeling of his hands all over your body before he spreads your legs. Slowly rubbing his fingers as you moan into the kiss at the newly felt sensation. Waiting for you to start grinding against his fingers before he pushes them inside you.

He takes his time with foreplay, simply ensuring you’re okay. Observing your expressions as he’s slowly pumping his fingers. Fingers curling to hit that one spot that drives you wild. It feels so good. His slender fingers just seem to know you so well despite being the first time he’s touched you like this. It had you shaking with just his fingers, tears already prickling at the corners of your eyes. Seeing as how much you enjoyed it he pulled out and positioned his cock at your hole, waiting for a nod from you before pushing himself inside.

He stays fully sheathed inside you for a few moments. Savoring how tight and warm you feel around him as you pull him closer by his neck. You felt so full and stuffed, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before that it was honestly kinda unnerving. Sure, it felt good but it was so new that you weren’t sure on what to do. Sensing your unease, Pantalone softly kisses your neck, softly reminding you that’ll he stop anytime you wish to. However, as new as it was, you still craved for more. You wanted to feel him more and after all, you trusted Pantalone. Despite his reputation, your relationship was built with trust, so you let him continue.

It doesn’t take him long at all to ease any worries you had. When his cock hits your sweet spot, it’s hard to simply not let go and lose yourself to pleasure. Pantalone holds back a bit, seeing as it’s your first time, he wants to be grounded enough so he can guide and reassure you. Kissing you in intervals. “You’re doing so well yeah?” “You feel so good.” “Don’t worry about anything sweetheart just let yourself go.” Sweet praises as he pounds into you, encouraging you to not hold back. Scratch his back, leave marks, make a mess. Do whatever you’d like because he’ll take care of it all. It is your first time of many but he still aims to make it special for you.

However he’s enjoying it as much as you are, seeing this side of you is simply intoxicating that it has his orgasm approaching rather quickly. Smiling when you give him permission to cum inside you. Feeling his warm seed filling you up and leaking out of your hole. Pantalone eyes glued to the way his cum also stains your thighs. He’d never imagine that you’d look so pretty with his cum leaking out of you but the way his cock twitches, he couldn’t just stop there. With your permission once more, he enters you only to fill you up again.

You’d never thought how embarrassing it’d be after you’re finished. Unable to look at him when he’s cleaning you up. However he finds a way to make you comfortable. Kissing you when he’s finished and telling you how good you did. Covering you up with the blanket and holding you close to him, running his fingers through your hair as you feel yourself drift off to sleep.

𝐃𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 ❦

He simply establishes a few rules before you two do anything. You are to tell him if anything feels uncomfortable, hurts or if you want to stop and tell him whether to go slow or faster. You must voice your wants to him and he would have no problem going down on you right now. He wants to explore you, discover all your sweet spots, know everything about you, but only if you’re also enjoying it. This simply keeps him from guessing whether or not you’re fine and helps you enjoy your first time. You trusted him enough to even ask to do this and you had full faith in him that he’d take care of you, but simply for yours and his reassurance, he had these rules.

However this doesn’t mean that he won’t be gentle for your first time. He’s not going to just remove your clothes and start immediately pounding into you. No no, he must take care of you. After all it’s also his first time having your entire body for himself. Yes, he wants to make you feel good but he has an entire gem to himself. He simply can’t help but inspect and explore your body. Pressing soft kisses to your neck, waiting to see how you react. Seeing if you like it when he bites your skin lightly or when he uses a little extra force. He’s observing the way your face heats up when he runs his hands over your chest. It’s almost embarrassing the way he touches almost every part of you, either with his lips, tongue or hands.

Of course, he needs to taste you. How can he resist when you’re so wet for him from his touches. Practically drinking you up when he gets the slightest taste of you. Pulling you closer by your thighs, his tongue bringing you to an orgasm but he doesn’t stop tasting you, his saliva coating you as he licks you clean and it’s only until you start squirming against him that he pulls away. With a cheeky grin he leans down to whisper to you, “You taste so- so good darling.” Breath tickling your ear as you grow red from the embarrassment.

You’re so wet and ready for him that by the time he pushes his cock against your hole, he slides in with ease. You take him so well it’s surprising to you both. He doesn’t waste any time in slowly moving seeing that you were quite eager to feel more. Watching the way his cock stretches you out, yet the way you’re so tight around him. Watching how you grab onto his hands as he speeds up. Teeth gritting when your nails dig into his skin. Leaning down to kiss you when he realizes you’re holding your moans back. Shoving his tongue inside you so he can hear the way you moan his name. However he’s giving you enough air so that you’re able to freely tell him what you want.

This man really and truly loves his experiments so obviously he loves experimenting on you. Just in a much much nicer way. Would you like it better if he lifted your legs? Flipped you over and had you on all fours? Or maybe if you were to ride him while he pounds into you? Or maybe you prefer the simple missionary, fucking you slowly- but lovingly. He wants to know it all and he won’t hesitate to try it out. You’re enjoying yourself so much why would he stop now? If you’re going to give him the honor of being your first time then he will not disappoint. Eager to find what makes you wild and he will keep going until you’re tired.

Same as where he cums. Do you look prettier with his cum inside you? Or splattered on your stomach. He has no problem finishing anywhere once you’re okay with it. Guiding your hands over his cock as he cums, lightly biting down on your lips as he does. Your curious hands feeling the cum spurt out the tip and spreading it along his cock. Dottore pulling away, panting heavily but you know he’s not finished. He’s simply waiting for any sort of conformation from you. It’s sort of difficult to answer when he’s staring so intently at you, especially when you’re still so needy for more. Dottore is quick though, when he sees your flustered face he simply buries his into your neck so you have a little more room to answer him.

When you guys are finally finished you’re so tired that you can barely move. He cleans you up pretty quickly and dresses you in his shirt before tucking you in. He slides in next to you and pulls you closer to him. He wants to ask you so many things, but when he sees how exhausted you are he refrains from doing so. Perhaps it can wait until you two wake up. For now he just wants to make sure he’s holding you safely in his arms.

[st4rbwrry]

lately i’ve been thinking about ken kaneki fucking me with just that stupid fucking sleeveless turtleneck on or maybe just the mask.

i love hearing you scream. ken kaneki.

warnings .ᐟ . . . fem!reader, masturbation, spying, feral reader, spanking, mask-kink, hair pulling, finger sucking, dry humping, squirting, black coded.

mocha’s note .ᐟ . . . this is super late lmao. hope you see this tho. ♡

now you know you’re not supposed to be doing this. if you wanted your pussy played with, he was more than welcome to honor that. as kaneki stands at the doorway of your shared bedroom, crossing his black sleeved arms while leaning his head against the door, a smirk curls under his mask-covered face. he went out some time ago to feed, and it seems like you couldn’t help yourself for a lonely few hours, rushing your pretty light pink acrylics over your gushing clit. ass arched and perched under a pillow you grind against while nothing but whiny whimpers echo the room. he’s immersed in the way you drench the pillow, swaying your hips and squeezing your eyes shut, mouth wide open as you breathe heavily, somewhat drooling.

he’s sure you didn’t hear him walk in given you never stopped and you were partially forcing your orgasm out of carnal relief. if you heard him, you would’ve slowed your pace, wanting him to finish for you if he saw.

“kaneki,” your other hand reaches behind yourself to spread your flesh apart, kaneki swallowing thickly, shifting in his spot from the sudden ache in his dick, worsening when that hand of yours smacks onto your ass, wishing it was his own, the force pathetic compared to his.

it’s amusing, to say the least. why try when you know you’ll never reach that same pleasure only he’s able to give you? maybe you wanted him to see you like this; make him feen for you like you do. he knows you’re off the roof when your hormones get to you, ending your cycle and giving him the green light that he can’t hurt you like he thinks he would. kaneki refrains himself from being near you around that period of time, still trying to maintain his ghoulish tendencies. blood makes him insanely feral.

seeing you hump your pillow like woman in heat gives him a similar high. he’s eaten already, yet now, he’s starving. it’s not even him being horny, he just wanted to feel what you felt, times more. take care of you.

he trails near you quietly, leather boots off his feet, slender fingers reaching for his zipper he pulls down, knees dipping into the bed. “you poor thing.”

your body jumps from the sudden intrusion, eyes wide as you turn your head to see him, shaking under his warm touch. his eyes are dark under his black joker-like mask, pussy throbbing even more as his cologne clouded your nose and the heaviness from his cock slaps onto your ass. the fuzziness in your head still makes you loopy, smiling like an idiot and stretching your arms straight before you, so very very happy to have him here.

“hi, ken,” you moan, his hands caressing your naked skin, fresh out the shower and moisturized with cocoa butter, squeezing you gently here and there.

“hi, doll,” kaneki hovers over your face buried into the sheets. “you missed me?”

“yess,” you cry as he rubs the head between your lips, gathering your slick on his cock, thrusting softly against your clit. “missed you so much, ken. m’sorry.”

“for what, doll, hmm?” his breath fans over your ear as he grabs you still and slides deep into you, groaning low in his throat while watching your eyes flicker white.

“can’t—” you gasp, fisting the sheets and the room goes quiet, both of you tuning into the sound his hips made clapping against your ass gently. “couldn’t hold off.”

“don’t be sorry, i’m here now,” he cooes. “feels better with me, right?”

“much better,” your tongue lolls out, giggling like a high caught you. kaneki finds it cute when you’re out your head, shaking his head and smoothing his hands over your ass, molding the brown skin like clay, bringing you back to his abdomen to touch you fully.

“fix it so it’s where you want it,” he refers to the pillow, prolonging an exhale as you do what he says, holding your clit to the pillow as if to become one. kaneki hums with complacency, leaning over you as both of his heavy hands clutch your waist, pressing you down fully, muscles bulging before he maneuvers his hips back and hits harder into you.

“baby, m’gonna cum too fast,” your hand reaches behind yourself to slow his hips, not doing much since he yanks it away, grunting and slapping your ass.

“you’re gonna cum fast anyways because you were playing with yourself,” he grits his teeth, arousal trickling down your inner thighs the more he smacks your ass.

“keep doing what you doing. i’ll fuck you through it,” his black fingernails grasps your wavy black and white highlighted hair, tugging at your scalp as he rests his chin on your forehead, fucking you to your desire as you hold your pillow in its place, clit bumping on it with every thrust of his hips, stimulating it perfectly.

“kaneki,” his fingers are quick to stuff your mouth, moaning around them and matching his pace by fucking him back, voice in your ear saying the most incredulous things, eyes twitching.

“keep going. make yourself cum.”

kaneki praises you the instant you cum, soaking the sheets and your filthy thighs, beating your pussy through it harder, until you’re screaming his name and gushing wetter, kaneki removing his fingers from your mouth and playfully slapping at your clit with joy, gravelly voice chuckling in your face as he takes off his mask and kisses you upside down. you reach up and grip at his snow-white hair, mashing your lips messily with his own, hiccuping as your legs continue to tremble.

“i love hearing you scream. love when you do that for me. keep it that way.”

© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

[anarchyincarnate]

Pride month Celebration with Cult!Au

Day 16; Petplay with Thoma.

Petplay; A kink where one person roleplay as an animal.

A/N; Thoma's my favourite, so this is kinda long.

Ah, Sweet little Thoma. He truly is one of a kind, isn't he?

He's by far the most hardworking of all, having reduced to being Creator's dog eagerly waiting for treats. He was the one who quickly replaced the wilted Cecilias in Creator's abode with new ones, He watered the vegetable garden behind the large temple, and he even had enough time to prepare lunch for them after cleaning the mansion.

Creator, of course, being the all-giving god they are, repaid him in many ways. Be it Mora to help with his daily expenses on their behalf, granting him more fire power, and maybe some stamina to decrease his fatigue after a long day.

Of course, this didn't go unnoticed by the others. Some try to ignore the blatant favouritism, but the others, well, You can smell their jealousy.

Childe was one of them, claiming it's unfair that Thoma gets special treatment. He complained to Zhongli, tho the former archon sighed as this was Creator's wishes, and he had no say in it.

It was an exceptionally long day for Creator. The large stacks of Paperwork for next month's expenses for the poor tired out our lovely god.

They sighed, adjusting the ring given to them by an old lady. They visited the elderly at Qingce Village, and a lady gave them the silver band, saying that it had no more use for her.

The silence was interrupted by Thoma. He closed the door behind him, holding onto a tray of tea and snacks for them. "Oh, it's afternoon tea time already?" They wondered, glancing at the grandfather clock.

"Yes, Your honor." He said, placing down the tea set onto their table. He poured the green tea into a cup, along with repositioning the slice of cake.

He brought the two plates onto Creator's desk, gently laying it down to avoid spillage. "Thank you."

"Do you want me to help organise the papers, Your honor?" He asked, moving behind them to brush their hair away from their face.

"Please do. And, maybe a massage too while you're at it. My shoulders hurt." They requested. He nodded, placing his hands onto their shoulders, with them tensing at the contact.

He gently rubbed them, feeling the tight muscles of theirs. He pressed onto the spot, making creator sighed in contempt.

He continued to massage their shoulders, while they savour the tea's bitterness. He moved his hands lower onto Creator's collarbone, with they letting out a small moan.

"That's enough." He removed his hands from their shoulder. They sighed, motioning him forward. He complied and sat down onto their lap, facing the desk. They removed his headband, and untied his hairtie.

The long golden locks of Thoma fall down, covering his shoulders. Creator removed their left glove with their teeth, and traced Thoma's lips with a finger. He got the message and began to lick the digits, before putting them in his mouth, sucking on them.

"You're such an obedient Puppy, you know that right?" They whispered. he can vaguely nod, gagging at the long fingers scraping his tongue. Saliva drops from the edge onto the hard wood, as he happily sucks away.

They chuckled, removing their saliva covered fingers from his mouth. He panted, looking back at Creator with lovesick eyes. They knew how much the acolytes worship them, and that gave them a massive ego boost.

Thoma sheds off his clothes, turning himself around so that creator can see his naked body. He wrapped his arms onto their neck, pressing sloppy kisses onto their collarbone.

They themselves unbuckled their trousers, enough to let the large cock get out of its confines.

"Puppy, Can you cockwarm your master?" They asked him, "Yes!" He answered, grinding his hole onto his master's shaft.

He plunged himself down, letting them fully enter him. He then gave them the greenlight. "Thank you puppy~"