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pandoratheprocrasticreator · 7 months

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yakou furio's character is so tragic to me. i wanna meme about how they used the fridged wife trope but other than that it's like. he lost his family and later all of his coworkers and just. existed alone for years.

looking at the state the submarine and especially his bedroom was in, with everything being a mess and all the cigarette butts in his bed, yakou was clearly depressed. he wouldn't even take on any interesting cases to fulfill his passion as a detective because he was so afraid of the peacekeepers. instead he just kept his head down. surviving but not actually living.

and then he finally gets some new detectives to work at his agency and the first thing he can do is fail to save most of them from dying horribly. but the five that yakou did manage to save latch onto him and he starts getting into a leader role! even if his new coworkers are all rowdy and get into trouble they still respect him as a leader and look up to him.

the detectives keep picking fights with the peacekeepers that yakou has been trying so hard to dodge. and usually the resolution is kind of messed up because the victims die but the detectives prove themselves capable of handling the peacekeepers! they're helping people! for the first time in a while, yakou comes toe to toe with peacekeepers willingly, to help his new friends. he realizes that he is able to stand up against amaterasu corp, with the help of the others.

but by the time he realizes this, the stage has already been set. the letter from yomi turned his grief into anger and a thirst for vengeance. although yomi gave him the information and opportunity, yakou was ultimately the one who chose to murder the man who murdered his wife.

yakou has already rebuilt his life after his wife's death. the detectives at his agency look up to him and he would do anything for them. it would never be the same as the life he had with his wife but yakou had the chance to turn over a new leaf with a new found family who cares about him.

but instead, yakou plans a murder. he needs to die, over and over, in order to access the man he wants to kill and he accepts it. he needs to trick two kids, who look up to him and who he cares for, into becoming his accomplices to the murder and he accepts it. in the wake of forcing his detectives to witness his murder, he needs leave them in a lab filled with peacekeepers who want to kill them and he accepts it.

and it's not that he doesn't care about his detectives. yuma and halara disobeyed his orders and assaulted several peacekeepers, and he was willing to be arrested himself before throwing his employees under the bus. yuma and fubuki were implicated in terrorism and yakou and the others solve the case for them, then prepare to fight an army of peacekeepers to protect yuma.

for his murder plan, yakou only needs desuhiko and fubuki's powers. but he brings halara and vivia along as well because they would be able to protect the two younger detectives and fight their way out of the lab after yakou dies. he enacts his plan on a day that yuma wasn't around because he won't be able to help fight peacekeepers, so it's better to just keep him out of this mess. he covers up his murder-suicide to protect his detective's feelings, but also because they would be implicated as his accomplices if his plan was revealed.

and yakou probably expected that the other detectives would be fine. if they'd left him behind to die, the other detectives probably would have been able to either fight their way out or hide out in the lab a bit longer and figured out a good plan to escape. if yakou had his way, he would have gotten his revenge and his detectives would have gone home grief-stricken, but unharmed and forever unaware of their roles in his death.

but yakou doesn't account for the fact that the other detectives would try to save his life. yuma doesn't run after the hitman and escape the peacekeepers, he stays behind to beg yomi to help yakou. fubuki uses up all her energy to rewind time to try to prevent yakou's death instead of helping the others escape the lab. halara, vivia, and desuhiko not only have to fight off peacekeepers, but they also have to carry yakou to a hiding spot to give first aid. and instead of calmly planning their next move, everyone is desperate to solve the case so there would be any chance of getting yakou to a hospital as quickly as possible.

one major theme of rain code is that despite tragedies that may have happened in the past, people can work together with those they care about to live a better life in the future. and yakou could have had that. his wife's death should have stayed in the past, and he should have continued to mentor the other detectives, solving mysteries together and enjoying each other's companies.

but yakou couldn't let the past stay in the past. he had every chance to not go through with his murder. he has new people he loves, but he manipulates them and puts them in danger in order to get back at the person who killed the last person he loved. his victory was a pyrrhic one. he got his revenge but in return, he destroyed himself and his detectives' trust in him. he enjoyed his revenge momentarily before dying and leaving his new family, who he used their love and trust for him to his advantage, to pick up the pieces.

yakou furio had lost everything in the past. but in trying to pursue it he destroyed everything he had in the present. that's the tragedy of his character to me.

#shut up pandora #rain code #master detective archives: rain code #yakou furio #character analysis #yakou is one of my favorite characters btw #hes a good person at his core though he fucked up #but also you dont have to be a good person to be a really good character which i think he is #this is @ ppl in youtube comments slamming on yakou for being stupid in chapter 4 btw #like thats the point #thats whats good about his character #would you have preferred if he were JUST a fun dad who gets fridged #thats fucking boring #we do nuance in this household and by household i mean my personal blog #but also what he did was pretty fucked up especially for the kids that he actually got involved #vivia was screaming crying throwing up bc it was a vivia chapter but i wanna see what fubuki's reaction was to the whole thing #bc man is she never gonna want to use her forte again #tragic anime dilfs will scar their kids for life in an elaborate and painful murder suicide instead of going to therapy #i like to acknowledge both sides of characters in general #but yeah while yakou was a really good mentor for the others at the agency and definitely loved them all very much #he put his want for revenge over his love for his found family #and died before he could reconcile to said found family about it

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cryborgs · 6 months

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#hey um btw is that his forte on his shoe???#a little clue in case someone finds his body and thinks he's dead #anyway HE'S MY SPECIAL GUY #vivia my beloved #rain code #vivia twilight #also as u can tell i played the dlc last night..... it was good #i rly like just getting to see more of the city and the characters #also. you know. vivia my beloved n all that

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momentomori24 · 11 days

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Does anyone think about how isolated Fubuki might feel being the only one to keep her memories after rewinding time? Considering the amount of trouble she gets herself into or gets dragged into, ranging from relatively harmless to downright dangerous, how many times did she have to turn back time to save herself or someone else? She can get hurt or find herself in deadly danger, and while her powers can erase that ever having truly happened, they can't erase her memories. Someone could be injured or die on her watch and then just walk and talk to her like nothing ever happened, but she'd still remember. And that's the worst part: she remembers what happened, actually experienced it herself, but it never really happened. Not as far as anyone else is concerned. While she lives with whatever trauma she endured, everyone else remains completely indifferent and the world continues on the same. How alone do you feel living like that?

And it's not even like this all could've just happened before she arrived in Kanai Ward. She literally deals with this a bunch of times in the game. Whenever Yuma screws up in Chapter 3, Yakou being stabbed by the hitman in Chapter 4, that guy that fell from the casino in her DLC-- she has go back to prevent tragedy over and over again, and she only manages to save two of three people mentioned in the end. She had to live through watching Yakou dying, bleeding out on that floor twice, unable to do anything about it twice. Not to mention god knows how many times Yuma almost got them run over or blown into bits when failing to disable the bombs or caught by peacekeepers. Not to mention the two times the casino guy died on her before she unintentionally saved his life (by having him crash land onto her taxi which is already scary enough).

All this would be fucked up on its own, but her really spotty memory isn't doing her any favours at all (hell, her Forte might even be part of the reason she's as scatter-brained as she is). It kinda makes me wonder how she differentiates between what truly happened and what happened before she rewinded time (so what technically didn't happened). If she even can, that is. I would've loved to see a throwaway scene where she randomly mentions something that that only she knows happened or perfectly predicts the very near future only for someone to be like "wtf are you talking about" and brushing it off as typical Fubuki weirdness as a little hint of her Forte before its actual reveal.

Fubuki is pretty strong to deal with all the shit that gets thrown at her and still choose to be as happy and compassionate and optimistic as she is, but I'm so glad she had Yuma to lean on and didn't have to shoulder that burden of knowledge and the physical strain alone, even if it was only for a while. She deserves to finally confide in someone and some mental relief after all the times she didn't have anyone, I think. Her ability may be the most OP one out of everyone, but it's a blessing as much as it is a curse.

#master detective archives: rain code #rain code #fubuki clockford #just thinking about her today #i just love fubuki and the angst potential with her is very tempting to explore #i have this short comic in my head where yuma ends up getting shot by a peacekeeper and she has to rewind time and live the trauma of it #but i do not have the artistic skill to pull that off unfortunately for me and fortunately for her #and like i said i love her and she's a sweetheart so i want to be nice to her. for now #anyway just food for thought. i wish the game or at least her dlc touched more on the horror aspect of her forte #or her struggles to navigate having as much power as she does and the consequences of it all #momento rambles #pardon any potential typos #i'm tired so i hope this makes sense

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pixelatedraindrops · 6 months

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Oh no, I just came up with another whumpy head-canon in my head for Yuma... XD

It involves his Forte.

He can only use Coalescence with the same person (or in general) a maximum of three times a day. (meaning holding hands and using the ability, then letting go) After that, his body begins to get tired (like fubuki and desuhiko) and the more times he uses it after, his state gets even worse and even begins falling ill.

He slowly starts developing symptoms (such as dizziness and coughing) as time goes by and the rainy setting of Kanai Ward only makes it worse for him.

Starting at a low fever after time #4 around 37.5c or 99.5f

Then a moderate one after time #7 around 38.7c or 101.6f

Then it becomes high and more severe if it gets past time #10 around 39.2c or 102.5f to 40.0c or 104.0f

After every 3 times (past the original 3 times) his body temperature rises and his health deteriorates.

If he’s not careful, it may even land him in the hospital 🏥

It first happens with Halara since they were so stubborn and iffy about holding hands. (Shinigami didn’t know of this limit either)

He eventually has to ask Halara to keep their hands together the rest of the investigation and explains once his body temperature reaches near a certain level. Halara complies with no choice seeing the state he's in.

Because of all the times he lets go and holds their hand again during the investigation, he’s probably more closer to the higher state. They keep their hands conjoined by the time they investigate the third crime scene. Until Halara lets it go on order for him to investigate the window outside the room.

"...you look like a walking corpse master. I think you should stop using Coalescence now and only use it as a last resort. Looks like Hellara's reluctance to touch you caused you to use it way too much."

Naturally the first time this occurs, it ends pretty badly due to them being in the dark about it. By the time the case is solved, he has a temperature of around 39.c.

Then it also happens with Fubuki because of all the time rewinds. (This time he and Shinigami knew the risk better but not the exact number, but they had no choice given the situation they were in.)

"You don't look so good... Are you okay?"

Kurumi notices the paleness of his state and asks him if he’s okay. Of course to not cause any worry, he says he’s fine.

He only holds hands with Fubuki a total of 6/7 times so the state he's in this time is only moderate. But it's still tiring for him. By the time the case is solved, he is exhausted. His temperature is at around 38.c

But with Desuhiko and Vivia he was okay since he only held their hands once.

It is a pretty powerful forte so…

it probably comes at a price, or a limit.

However: Yuma temporarily fully recovers when in a Mystery Labyrinth since they’re in another world, but after returning to reality, he’s in the same state as when he first entered. (maybe even worse) Causing him to usually collapse after the case is solved and they’re (hopefully) out of danger. But only if he over-uses his forte.

(endgame spoilers)

Makoto explains this in the Final Labyrinth.

Only 3 times a day, Coalescence can be used with no penalty. After that, it slowly takes a toll on both their health. Without that limit, it would be too powerful, and all power comes with a price.

Plus, what better way to slow these two determined hardworking boys down? An injury likely wouldn’t stop them, but how about crippling them with fever? That would slow anyone down.

That also may be another reason why Number One remains in the shadows. Although his mind and ability is powerful, maybe his physical state is rather frail. So he rarely comes out and makes sure to be careful using his forte. To keep himself in adequate health. However, after losing his memory he forgot about the limit it has, and puts himself at risk not once but twice.

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(this would breed for good sickfic fodder :3 Not just the rainy setting of Kanai, but his forte too. (plus games just use high fevers as a side effect for things like this a lot anyway)

god this is just too easy…😂

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art-soboro · 8 months

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an old commission of Eve/Code: Antithese from Elsword

#elsword #elsword eve #elsword remy #code antithese #fanart #artists on tumblr #this kind of character design/aesthetic isnt Exactly my forte at all so this was. curious to work on #all the details though.... (sweats)#the struggle to keep the proportions more or less consistent was so real

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more-ofyou-tolove · 4 months

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Vivia is definitely the fan-favorite.

#master detectives archives: rain code #i can relate to wanting to relax in weirdly-cozy spaces lol #i make blanket forts using my desk and chair

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throwaway-yandere · 1 year

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Hi! Love your work so much and I adore the effort you put into your stuff. I'm making a genshin otome and was wondering if it'd be okay to ask for a promo of sorts in the future? It's absolutely completely 100% valid and understandable if you don't wish to promo other works in your own blog though! I just wanted to ask first for permission or whether it's okay or not! Thanks for reading! Love ya <3

Love your work so much

Press X to doubt, you sound saner than an average reader

Okay kidding aside, I'm not exactly the most influential/popular person so I'm not sure how I'd be able to help but I can reblog it(?) for sure! I enjoy genshin and otome games so yeah!!! Even if you didn't read my works I'd still look forward to this lmao. Wish you the best in making the game <333

#renpy? tyrannobuilder?#is it a coded video game if so is it like those online LNs or is it something you need to download?–#sorry I'm so curious!!!#is there a dainsleif rou– //shot #i may be a social media boomer but i know at least 0.00001% of how making VNs go lol #*online VNs btw. gosh dang it I've been reading light novels too much it seems #drawing sprites is a pain lol #naming files ain't my forte either lol my gremlin brain will not fail to write 'helookestupidhere.png' and i have to type all that #sprite has to appear hAHAHAHAG #coding is not for me and if you're having fun that sounds amazing!#best wishes to you anon my guy #I'll just call you otome anon for now #ngl i doubt you read my stuff considering how my history with making otome fics (ocmc and isekai!diluc) is violent af lmao #still doesn't mean I won't support you!!! hell yeah to otome genshin games!!!#ansy-stalks #ansy's stalking: otome anon <3

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solibrie · 5 months

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as a person who does not actually understand coding, learning how to change pieces of my work skin css makes me feel like a GENIUS

#i'm just a little guy (a sociology student)#coding is not my forte #i just realized i could change the contact name color in my imessage css #so that anyone reading in dark mode can still see it #since the contact block is ALWAYS white. i can just make the contact NAME always BLACK #im so fuckin smart #hummingbird chirp

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pandoratheprocrasticreator · 5 months

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i ship vivilara now bc after yakou dies halara becomes the de facto leader of the nocturnal detective agency and while i dont think vivkou would have ever worked as a functional relationship i can see vivia having a crush on yakou not knowing that this man is still not over his wife. anyway wouldn't it be funny if after yakou dies vivia starts falling for halara bc this man is forever cursed to fall in love with his boss

#shut up pandora #master detective archives: rain code #yakou furio #halara nightmare #vivia twilight #vivilara #twimare #vivkou #anyway i think that vivilara can theoretically work as a romantic relationship #vivia is too lazy to do anything romantic and halara is allergic to pda anyway #and i liked their whole 'youre obligated to use your forte/my forte sucks and using it is too much trouble' thing they had in chapter 4 #they can read books on cats together in complete silence vivia in the fireplace and halara perched on their desk #its so romantic

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dustyshelves · 6 months

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does anyone want to make a blanket fort with me and makeout??

in a totally platonic best friend kind of way ofc

#troy and abed coded #troy and abed are my roman empire #pillow forts #community tv show

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solsays · 5 months

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Lifers x Crane Wives

I saw someone comment on a life series TikTok or something to try and pair all of the lifers to a crane wives song, without repeating songs. so obviously I spent an hour doing it

Grian—Tongues & Teeth (self explanatory if you’ve EVER heard this song)

Scar—Steady, Steady (this whole song is about how their partner is walking out but they still want to be “wild and free” which is just SO Scar coded)

Tango—Ancient History (he keeps teaming up with Skizz and I feel like this song vibes with that, it also just feels very Tango)

Skizz—Icarus (this man always gives himself up for his teammates I swear, and he fuels them to keep going. It also says “oh brother, brother” which feels like Skizz talking to any of his teammates to me)

Impulse—Allies or Enemies (Impulse has been very iffy on a lot of his alliances throughout the seasons, especially in third life and with the amount of playing all sides that man has done this songs feels right)

Cleo—The Glacier House (this. this is literally just her leaving Fairy Fort. The song is talking to/about her from probably Lizzie’s perspective, but like the last line is 100% as if Cleo was speaking)

Bdubs—Unraveling (Bdubs relies so heavily on his teammates, and when he doesn’t have that stability *cough* Etho *cough* he just kinda doesn’t know what to do so this song fits)

Mumbo—Keep You Safe (this man is by no means an aggressive/reckless player [see: Joel or Martyn] and he feels like he’s just here for the vibes and honestly? Love that for him. This song is about fear not keeping you safe and watching your friends run high risks, which just is very accurate to how Mumbo plays this series. I also feel like he could fit Rockslide when he goes red cause he goes from standstill to “drop dead sprint” in terms of aggression)

Lizzie—Shallow River/New Colors (Lizzie is the only one I put as two because both of these songs are just so fitting. Shallow river—“wasted all for the title, wasted all for the crown” reminds me of Lizzie trying to kill Scott and ending up dying herself instead. I also feel like parts of it could be dead Lizzie talking to Joel, the only person who is really mourning her. New Colors—“don't tell me that I can't, I need this“ and “I give up my air, to breathe” also feel very accurate with how she is trying so hard and just keeps failing )

Jimmy—Canary in a Coal Mine (no further context needed, we all know Timmy)

Scott—Little Soldiers (this is very flower husbands, but also just feels like Scott looking back on the last seasons including Pearl, Jimmy, Martyn, all his reluctant exes. Also this man is the watchers’ like least favorite person ever and this gives that vibe)

Pearl—Ribs (i changed this from New Discovery because Ribs is entirely about somewhat angrily protecting and helping yourself because nobody else would, and it really strikes me as Pearl with the some things having been good (Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss) and some being bad (divorce quartet))

BigB—Not the Ghost (this man is so incredibly odd, he just constantly feels like he is being haunted by the watchers and just going about his life, he is the human personification of gaslight and we love that for him)

Martyn—The Hand That Feeds (he HATES the watchers with every ounce of his being, and with Ren gone I think this guy’s only purpose is just to spite them)

Joel—Sleeping Giants (go listen to it. That’s all there is to it, it just feels very Joel-ish, this lad is absolutely fucking mental)

Ren—Once & for All (this song feels like war and being betrayed, and Ren has been betrayed so much so it just fits. I mean come on “my blood’s forever on your hands” tell me that isn’t 100% something Ren would say)

Gem—Show Your Fangs (Girlboss moment, we love Geminislay. This woman is not someone to be underestimated and this song very clearly says that so it’s very Gem in my head. She doesn’t have enough lore yet to make it angsty but ONE DAY)

Etho—Never Love An Anchor (I can’t explain it, this song just has Etho vibes. I mean “It’s a secret I keep tucked inside my chest” just seems very him, I can’t really tell you why)

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acedia-arts · 1 year

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Working on setting things up and fine tuning/finding my mutuals/people I follow from twitter on here.

Also I have some @pillowfort-social invite codes (2) if anyone wants them

#Ngl I already removed my phone number from my twitter #the news about how swiftly it's going down got me lmfao #good lord #I'm perfectly fine with moving on and over #I just hope tumblr itself won't get wretched with companies #in the process #artists on tumblr #pillow fort invite codes

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valeskafics · 6 months

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"Pretty In Pink" - Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

a/n: nerd!aemond x bimbo!reader + a halloween party 🤭🤭🤭

Summary: Aemond gets to know you, the gorgeous girl from his High Valyrian class who seems to be struggling with her studies.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, slight corruption kink, slight innocence kink, dumbification, tiddy succin, degradation, oral f receiving, oral m receiving, p in v sex, choking

Word Count: 3,690 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️

Aemond Targaryen is always that guy. The one who gets to class early as fuck, sets out his pens and color-coded notes, his tablet to take additional notes, his highlighters, everything on the tiny desks that your university provides. Today is no exception. He gets to class a full ten minutes before time and picks his usual seat right in the middle of the lecture hall. High Valyrian is a dead language, sure, but that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t learn it. It’s the language of his ancestors, after all.

He rests his chin on his hand, observing as the classroom slowly fills up. It’s mostly linguistics majors, some history majors like himself, and some people who just need an upper division elective. You fall into the third category. He hears you before he sees you, giggling at something one of your friends says outside the lecture hall, then the clacking of your kitten heels on the linoleum floor. His eye moves to you as you walk his way.

You’re dressed to the nines for school. It’s been a habit of yours ever since freshman year. Today, you’ve elected to wear a pretty pink short-sleeved gingham sundress, one that hits your mid-thigh, paired with white heels. Aemond has to physically stop his jaw from dropping at the way you look as you walk toward him, your hips swaying effortlessly as you wave to a few of your other friends in the class. Mentally, he gives thanks to whatever deity or deities exist that have made it so that your usual spot has been taken by someone else.

You take a seat beside him, giving him a quick smile. You lean over to take your notebook out of your bag, and of course, it’s pink and sparkly, just like everything else you own, including the gel pen you start writing with. Aemond watches as you cross your legs, the way your dress hikes up ever so slightly to reveal a bit more of your thigh. He shifts in his seat, pulling his shirt down slightly to cover the crotch of his pants, making every effort not to look at you. He swallows thickly, doing his best to listen to the professor as he lectures, though it seems entirely uninteresting when compared to you.

You seem to notice when his gaze travels to you once again, considering the sweet little smile you give him before returning to your notes. Aemond is struck by how adorable you are, the perfect combination, in his opinion, of cuteness and sex appeal. Unable to help himself, he leans over to see your notes, biting back a chuckle of amusement at the number of sad faces and question marks you’ve put on them, indicating that High Valyrian is clearly not your forte. From what Aemond knows about you, you’re a political science major, so it’s likely you picked this hoping it would be an easy A.

Feeling bad for you, he leans in closer, tapping you on your shoulder, knowing that he has to do whatever he can to help this adorable, sweet, yet incredibly hot girl.

“Do you need some help with the class?” he whispers when you turn his way.

Your lips part in surprise, and he can’t help but wonder if your lip gloss is flavored as you question, “Oh my gosh, you’re that guy who got a perfect LSAT score.”

Aemond smiles awkwardly, feeling a bit flattered at you acknowledging his achievement, before nodding, “Yeah, that’s me. So what are you struggling with?”

“Everything in this class,” you say, pouting slightly.

Those fucking lips of yours look too damn pretty like that, he thinks to himself before answering, “I could tutor you if you want? I’m pretty good at High Valyrian.”

You look at him through your lashes, a cute little grin on your face, “Oh, wow, you would tutor me? That’s so nice of you!”

You extend your hand to formally introduce yourself, as if he doesn’t already know the name of the hottest girl on campus.

Aemond takes your soft hand in his, barely able to hold back the groan threatening to erupt from his throat as he introduces himself, “I’m Aemond.”

Your pen rolls off of your desk, earning a frustrated sigh from you. Aemond, wanting to prove himself as your knight in shining armor, leans forward to pick up your pencil, from where it's fallen between your desks. However, he misjudges how far he needs to lean over and ends up having to grab onto your thigh to steady himself. His face flushes bright red at the feeling of your soft flesh against his hand, while you seem to think nothing of it, blinking at him owlishly and resting a hand on his shoulder as if to help right him, asking if he's alright.

He nods silently, almost unable to believe that actually just happened. He’s painfully hard at this point, and hopes that he can make it through the rest of class without making a fool of himself.

After the lecture is finally over, you turn to him with that bright-eyed innocent smile and question, “So maybe we can meet at my dorm?”

He nods, eye flickering to your lips before murmuring, “Uh huh. I mean, yes. Great.”

“Perfect, I’m in Holly, room 313.”

Aemond watches you as you turn to leave, admiring the way your dress flounces behind you as you walk, giving him the tiniest peak at the curve of your ass. Do you know what you’re doing to him? You’re driving him fucking crazy. He heads back to his dorm in a daze, quickly managing to fix his hair, change his shirt, and even spritz on a bit of aftershave. He feels like an idiot, but he doesn’t care. He’s going to your dorm. He needs to look his absolute best.

As he walks to your building, he makes an effort to think of the unsexiest thoughts he can, hoping that it’ll calm him down. And it does, at least for a little while.

He shows up at Holly room 313 and knocks on the door, his heart in his throat as he waits for you to answer. And when you do? All he can do is stare like a deer in headlights. You’ve changed into a pair of pink shorts and a white tank top, one that makes it glaringly obvious that you’ve chosen to get rid of your bra. And you just give him that innocent smile and greet him, moving aside to let him enter your dorm.

“So you have a single?” he asks, noting the absence of a roommate.

“Mhm, Alysanne is studying abroad in Pentos,” you explain, closing the door.”

“Oh, so we’re all alone here,” Aemond mumbles, glancing at your bed, his mind running at a hundred miles a minute at the fact that there’s no roommate around to interrupt the two of you.

You nod, “We can sit on my bed and get started,” you say, your voice sweet and welcoming/

His heart skips a beat and he walks over to your tiny single and takes a seat. He can hardly fucking breathe. You take a seat beside him and begin studying, your thighs and arms flush against his as you do. Aemond feels goosebumps form on his arm at the way your warm skin feels against his. He does his best to actually help you with your High Valyrian, explaining the verb conjugations and such in a way you find easy to understand. But fuck if he isn’t rock hard when you say “dracarys”, your lips twisting so perfectly as you do.

You lean over to grab something from your nightstand, your chest brushing against his arm. Fuck, he can feel your nipples through the thin fabric of your tanktop, his blood boiling, hormones racing. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this attracted to anyone in his entire life. And then? As the two of you continue studying? You playfully grab his glasses, trying them on with a cute grin.

“Do I look smart like you now?”

Aemond’s cheeks flush, “They, um, look even better on you. You should just keep them,” he mumbles.

You giggle, shaking your head, “No, I can’t see through these. They look better on you,” you say, placing them back on his face, “They make you look like a professor, like Indiana Jones or something.”

He laughs awkwardly, his blush getting even worse as you move to lean against him, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “You’re a brat.”

You give him that adorable little pout, the one that has him straining against his jeans, as you protest, “I am not!”

Aemond raises an eyebrow, “Oh, really? Then what are you? A tease?”

You tilt your head to the side, looking at him with those sweet doe eyes, “I’m not a tease…”

Aemond cannot for the life of him understand how you can be so sensual and innocent at the same time. It’s driving him insane. You get up to grab yourself a drink from the minifridge in your dorm, offering Aemond one as well, proudly proclaiming you snuck it in during move-in week.

“Sneaky,” he chuckles, “Sure. I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

He watches as you bend over, staring right at that perfectly round ass of yours. He can imagine grabbing you by it, squeezing the supple flesh between his hands, slapping it-

He’s cut off by you standing right in front of him, handing him a bottle of orange soda, “Here you go, Aemond!”

Why does his name sound so fucking nice when you say it? He watches as your lips wrap around the bottle, imagining your lips wrapped around his cock instead, as you gaze up at him with those doe eyes, his hips bucking against you as he fucks your throat…

It’s a miracle he hasn’t cum in his pants by the time the two of you finish studying.

“Are you going to the Halloween party at Kappa?” you ask.

“Um, maybe,” he pauses, “Are you?”

He can smell your lavender body wash, the hint of rose in your shampoo with how close you are to him.

“Uh huh. I’m going with Erryk. Or Arryk. I can never tell which one is which.”

Aemond freezes at your words, his mind reeling with jealousy and disappointment, “You’re going with… Oh, um okay.” There’s a subtle edge in his voice that you don’t pick up on, “You know, I don’t have a date or anything so I actually might just skip it-”

“Aw, come on,” you protest, “You don’t need a date to have fun! You should totally come. Kappa has the best parties.”

“Oh, well, I guess,” he relents, looking at you again, letting you draw him in, “Yeah, okay.”

“Cool,” you smile, getting off of your bed, “I should probably get ready then. You won’t even recognize me in my costume!”

Aemond regrets coming to this stupid party the minute he gets into the sorority house. It’s all a bunch of drunk assholes grinding against each other, playing beer pong, listening to shitty house music. He sighs, glancing around to see if he recognizes anyone. He sees his older brother, but fucking hell, he’s not going to hang out with him. Rhaena isn’t at the party, nor is Helaena, so he grabs a soda and leans against a wall. Daeron insisted he had to wear a costume, so he’s put on a pair of ridiculous looking wolf ears that he prays Aegon doesn’t get to see along with a shirt that has a few rips in it.

And that’s when he sees you, dressed in a sexy little white bunny costume, a body suit that shows off your thighs and the slightest hint of your ass with a low plunging neckline that gives him a generous view of your cleavage. You even have bunny ears and a little tail to complete the look. He sees you standing with the Cargyll twins, giggling and chatting with them and, of course, Aegon. He nearly sees red at the way Aegon eyes you up and down like you’re a piece of meat, not that he’s much better.

You turn his way and immediately walk over to him, a spring in your step as you greet him and pull him into a hug, taking him by surprise, “Yay, you came!”

The feeling of your chest pressed against his is almost too much to handle as he gives you an awkward hug back, “Yeah… Nice costume.”

“Thank you,” you chirp, doing a little twirl and stopping so that your back is to him, “Do you like my tail?”

“I love it,” he says, a bit too enthusiastically, admiring the little accessory that rests just above the curve of your ass, “You look great.”

“And what are you supposed to be?” you tease, looking up at him.

“I’m a wolf,” he mumbles, “I know, it’s lame.”

“Ooo, I should stay away from you then, you might hunt me down,” you giggle, nudging him.

Well, that definitely awakens something carnal deep inside of him, something carnal and hungry, as he imagines chasing you down, hunting you, preying on you. He barely notices when you drag him onto the dance floor, declaring that the two of you are going to dance, completely having ditched your date, much to his delight.

Aemond is more than a little bit shocked when you immediately turn your back to his front and begin grinding against him, that sexy ass of yours moving against him as you sway to the beat of the song. He knows he’s embarrassingly hard right now with the way you keep rubbing up against him, but it doesn’t seem like you mind. And he wonders just how you look underneath that costume.

When you turn around to face him, pulling him close with a mischievous little smile on your face, he moves to rest his hands on your hips, your bodies pressed against each other as you continue to dance.

It’s too much to handle for the poor guy and he blurts out, “Can we go back to yours?”

You nod, gazing into his eyes, biting your lip, a sight that has him ready to jump you where you stand, “Mhm.”

His gaze flickers down to your cleavage, watching the way your chest rises and falls, your breathing growing more erratic as he leans in. You stand on your toes and brush your lips against his in the barest tease of a kiss before whispering against him.

“Let’s go…”

The walk back to your place is torturously slow. Aemond feels he’s about to explode, watching you walk in that costume, watching you smile and try to carry on a conversation with him when it’s taking every bit of his self restraint to hold himself back from jumping your bones in the middle of the quad.

When the two of you finally get up to your room, Aemond hates himself for it, but a wave of insecurity and shyness washes over him as you close the door. Do you even actually like him? Or is this just so he keeps tutoring you?

“Are you gonna kiss me now?” you ask him with that adorable smile of yours, gazing up at him expectantly, making all of his worries melt away.

He leans in, his hands trembling slightly as he holds you by the waist and presses his lips to yours hesitantly. But the minute his lips touch your soft, plush ones, he loses any semblance of self control. He’s not the most experienced kisser, you think to yourself, but he makes up for it with how fucking eager he is. How he whines slightly when you pull away for air, only stopping his complaining when you kiss him again. The two of you stand at the foot of your bed and you giggle as you push him onto his back, crawling over him to straddle his waist. You grind yourself against him, loving the way he grits his teeth, how his fingers twist in your sheets as he feels your ministrations.

“Do you wanna taste me, Aemond?” you ask, voice deceptively innocent.

He nods eagerly, tugging at your costume, letting out a low moan as your breasts spill free from their confines. Aemond gazes up at you, awestruck as you rid yourself of the rest of the fabric leaving you completely naked. His hands move to cup your breasts, squeezing them, eye closing as he tries to buck his hips up against yours. You sigh contentedly as he chances it and wraps his lips around one of your nipples, eagerly moving his tongue across the pert bud, suckling at it, one of his hands on your other breast, squeezing, while the other gropes at your ass. He’s pretty sure that if there’s a heaven, it’ll be this moment, over and over.

Aemond can barely contain his excitement when you pull yourself up to rest your knees on either side of his head, your bare pussy hovering over his face. You brace your arms against the wall, throwing your head back with delight as you feel him lapping at your slick folds.

“Aemond,” you whimper, rolling your hips, “Oh my gods…”

He grabs your thighs, forcing you to press yourself even closer against him. He tosses his glasses aside to some far flung corner of the room, deciding that those are a problem for future Aemond, because present Aemond is too busy burying his face between your thighs. He moves his tongue against you in frenzied movements, grinning to himself at the way you cry out as his nose rubs against your clit.

“Right there,” you let out the sweetest little whine as you grind yourself against his nose, his tongue still moving in and out of you at a furious pace, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm, “Oh, oh fuck…”

The wet sounds he makes, the fucking obnoxious slurping noises, should make you feel embarrassed, and him too for that matter, but you don’t care, not when you’re too busy losing yourself in the tidal wave of pleasure your climax brings as you spill yourself on his tongue. And when you move to get off of him, he shakes his head, strengthening his grip on your thighs as he continues mouthing at your cunt.

“Aemond,” you whimper, though you make no effort to move away and instead wrap one of your hands in his hair, tugging slightly, “Too much…”

He nuzzles his nose against your clit, making you squeal before he wraps his lips around the swollen bud, suckling at it over and over. Your body tenses, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter as he continues, alternating between suckling at your clit and rolling his tongue over it until you spill yourself again, coming on his tongue with a cry of his name.

Aemond gently helps you off of him, never taking his eye off of you as he gets rid of his shirt and jeans. Your lips part in surprise at how fucking big he is. Before he can say anything, you’re sitting on your knees, between his legs, mouth wrapped around his cock, giving him the most mind-blowing pleasure he’s ever experienced in his life. His hands twist in your hair, breath coming out in tiny pants as he bucks his hip against your mouth. You gaze up at him through your lashes, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as he fucks it relentlessly, unable to control himself.

“Fuck, fuck,” he whimpers, “I’m gonna cum, you gotta stop, I wanna cum inside you, please, please, please…”

He watches as you move your lips off of him with a lewd, wet popping noise, a little pout on your face, “But I wanna taste you… Next time?”

He nods wordlessly before asking, “I, um, I don’t have a condom… Do you?”

“I have an IUD,” you say, moving to straddle his hips, “Can I be on top?”

He nods, moaning as you sink down onto his cock, your pussy taking him so fucking perfectly as you begin to rock your hips against his, “Oh gods, fuck, you’re so… Oh fuck…”

You bounce your hips up and down on him and his eye is locked on the subtle jiggle of your breasts as you do, hips bucking up against yours wildly, his cock hitting that spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling back as you cry out his name. You move your hand between where your bodies are joined, playing with your clit, bringing yourself to your peak, squeezing tight around him as you soak his cock.

You’re surprised when he flips the two of you over and begins pounding into you, erratic and frantic, his hair falling in his face, his hand on your throat, “Fuck, fuck, you look so pretty like this, bunny. This is what you wanna be, isn’t it? My dumb little bunny.”

You nod, gasping at his words, yet feeling extremely turned on by them as he ruts against you, “Y-yeah…”

“Use your words, bunny,” he says, gently patting your face, his voice raspy yet condescending, “Who’s making you feel like this? Who’s fucking you?”

“Aemond,” you manage to eke out, “Oh, fuck, yes, right there…”

“That’s… Fucking… Right,” he growls, fucking you deeper with every word, finally spilling himself deep inside you, rolling his thumb over your clit in quick circles, bringing you to your end once again before collapsing against you.

The two of you lay there, curled up on your tiny bed, breathless, sweaty, and entirely spent.

“So,” you ask breathily, “Are you, like, my boyfriend now?”

All prior bravado gone, Aemond nods, cheeks entirely flushed, “I… If you want me to be, bunny.”

You nod, pressing yourself up against him before giving him a soft kiss on his lips.

Well, maybe the two of you aren’t entirely spent, judging by the way you can feel him growing hard against your thigh.

It seems like tonight is far from over.

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