#it's almost like when you place a child in the position of power over other children they sometimes abuse that power. weird

[horang-07]

FNAF SPOILERS! SCROLL! TALKING ABOUT THE SPRINGLOCK SCENE!

i’ve seen so many people discussing the springlock scene in both negative and positive ways and i think it brings up really cool points about how matthew played that scene and balanced fan expectations with his own characterisation.

i think the discussions around this movie have rlly exposed the disconnect between fanon and canon in fnaf, especially talking abt the core games in isolation, bc frankly in the game universe (ignoring the books) we get Very Little characterisation for William other than the obvious, but Matthew managed to add so much in the way he talks and his body language.

in the reveal scene, we see afton at arguably his peak. in his first scene, he comes off as somewhat demeaning and judgemental until he recognises mike’s name, at which point he seems to have this nervous energy, rushing to cover it up but stumbling slightly, his reaction to the tables being turned even slightly is massive.

this is a man who committed multiple mrdrs in essentially broad daylight, hid the bodies in the most obvious place, and still got away with it, and then kept the crime scene as a trophy of his actions, and an ongoing prison sentence for his victims. he has been in complete control for decades, and is confident that he can deal with any kind of threat quickly. his confidence in his reveal is palpable

it changes when vanessa shoots him. the whole parallel with vanessa and the animatronics is hugely interesting too- how william refers to the animatronics almost endearingly as “kids” when he wants them to obey, how both vanny and the animatronics have an unearned loyalty to him, almost a pseudo-adoption through what he did to them, taking them from their parents and keeping them under his thumb, forever stuck as naive, forgiving, obedient children. vanessa breaking from that control shakes him, but the mask slips back into place almost immediately.

then, he’s outsmarted by the brother of one of his victims, and the child he planned to end next. his pseudo-children turn on him and he can no longer manipulate his appearance or shed his skin to escape. he explodes on them, and his language is incredibly telling that he is being dishonest.

he calls them small, trying to belittle them into submission, even though they are ten feet tall metal animatronics powered by rage. he is grasping at straws to regain control, and failing miserably.

finally, the springlocks go off. the locks in the movie look more like a ribcage, so the first two likely puncture his lungs. they’re slow, and painful, but he doesn’t scream or beg or sob. he grunts and groans, gritting his teeth and only letting out sounds of pain that sound almost involuntary. there is no way in hell he would visibly let himself show weakness or pain in front of these creatures that he believes he has control over. he isn’t brought to his knees until there are eight metal spikes embedded in his abdomen. he doesn’t let the mask fall for even a second, until he literally PUTS THE ACTUAL MASK ON and finally collapses. even then, he’s fighting for consciousness, twitching and writhing with no control over his body. william afton thrives on control, and his soul will not rest until he gets it back.

it’s why he keeps the pizzeria- he always comes back. he can’t help but return to the scene of the crime, putting on his old costume, continuing his killings. he revels in being a constant threat on the horizon. and now, he knows he is going to die, and he knows the suit will bring him back, and noone will be able to get rid of him then. so he puts the mask back on, and waits.

in terms of the sfx- they’re pretty accurate. with stab wounds, you need to leave the knife in the wound as long as possible for best chance of survival, as it stops the blood from escaping. in terms of the springlocks, there wouldn’t be copious amounts of blood as the locks are keeping the wounds filled- which is good because it means a slower, more painful death.

#fnaf #fnaf movie #eden rambles #william afton #matthew lillard #springtrap #five nights at freddy's #fnaf spoilers #idk i thought it was a great scene #ppl just need to manage their expectations of what fnaf 1 Actually Is in isolation #not the years of other media and fandom and lore and theory #we literally saw him get springlocked one time in 8 bit with no audio and four frames. how is this worse in comparison #wanna make another post talking abt how the film explores images vs the reality when you look deeper #specifically abby and her drawings/the drawings at freddys vs mike’s motivation being based on the images he sees in his dreams #and how it’s so perfect for fnaf 1 being a game almost entirely made of just scary images without actually exploring the reality #that these robots are Children and Scared and Lost #tldr the fort scene was necessary

[dragontatoes]

man I know it’s literally my problem but as somebody that was ruthlessly abused by their oldest sister i will just unfollow you if you ever imply that eldest sisters are any kind of oppressed

#and no. i don't think i had an uncommon experience. l*na d*nham isn't an outlier she's a standard issue oldest sister #it's almost like when you place a child in the position of power over other children they sometimes abuse that power. weird #i literally don't care that you had to learn how to do the dishes before your other siblings. that's not an oldest sister thing #that's a sister thing. they would do that even if you were the youngest child #I would love for oldest children to be oppressed actually you're all very mean #anyway! having a normal one

[apollyonsdarksecrets]

Cold nights, red Flannel

Joel Miller X Afab!Fem!Reader

Summary: when the power goes out in your building Joel is more than happy to let you have his bed, but when his already sore back flares up in the middle of the night he’s given no choice but to share with you. Things play out differently than expected when he wakes up in the morning tangled up with you in between the sheets.

Warnings: SMUT (MDI) 18+ only, slow burn, dead child, dead people and the fire pit, cussing, age gap (reader is in their thirties), alcohol, Joel gets a ✨massage✨ thigh riding, teasing Joel, Dom!Joel, fingering, multiple orgasms, over stimulation, Joel is… big, slight breeding kink, raw p in v (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk.

Joel Miller Master List

Word Count: you’ve read my other stories right? This is long, buckle up butter cup.

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The worst jobs earn the most money, it was something you were quick to pick up on, and if you wanted to live the best, you had to do the worst.

The burn pit was busier than usual, truck after truck with what seemed like no end in sight. Everything from your hands to your feet ached, clothes covered in the grey ash irritating your lungs, and the smell was unforgiving. You’ve already added your second bandanna, the lack of clean air nearly suffocating.

“You’re slowin’ down.” The man beside you notes, Texan accent laces his words as he crosses his arms over his chest, voice gruff from being here as long as you have.

“Coming from the man who has taken a water break every thirty minutes.” You snip back, lighthearted in your accusation, looking over to find your ‘coworker’, Joel Miller, tilting his head, brown eyes glaring under salt and pepper eyebrows. He points to the truck behind you, silently telling you to get moving.

You smile even though he can’t see it and turn on your heel, heading for the last body, but your cheeky attitude slips away. You swallow thickly, eyes scanning over the hooded and bound body. They are small in stature, an old cartoon character printed on the back of their white, clean shirt. They look so out of place on the blood and mud stained truck bed.

Only a child.

Joel is quick to notice your sudden hesitation, his own small smile falling as he follows your gaze.

“I’ll get ‘em.”

“No, it’s fine.” You stomp down your emotions, scooping the kid up, to light and frail, and walk them over to the fire. You whisper a prayer, like you’ve done with every child before and toss him over the wall. Soot blows up into the air, orange and red embers dancing among the cloud and you’re forced to pry your gaze away as the flame swallows their body.

“Last one!” A driver yells, the screeching of the reverse alarm cutting through the air. Relief washes over you, closing your eyes momentarily, the day was almost done.

“Son of a bitch.” You turn then, Joel’s looking at the truck in disbelief and when your attention lands on the man in the bed your jaw physically drops open.

The man before you is a literal beast, his height alone impressive but the muscle on him makes you thankful you never ran into him when he was alive.

Had to of been some kind of enforcer.

“Hey, yo, can we like get a horse or something? This guys fucking huge!” You call out to the truck driver who only sneers before disappearing back into the cab.

“It’s fine, I’ve got it.” Joel shushes you, steeping up and dragging the guy by his thighs closer to the edge of the bed, huffing and grunting looking for the best leverage point.

You laugh slightly, steeping back. “Sure, whatever you say cowboy, he’s all yours.” You cross your arms, excited to see how this pans out as Joel tries to position the hulk. To your surprise he’s able to lift the guy onto his shoulder with a strained groan. “Oooo okay, you’ve been working out.” You let out a sharp whistle, his eyes glancing to yours as he stumbles for the fire, giving you a playful wink.

The banter is cut short with his next step though when he cries out in pain, nearly crumbling under the weight as something in his back spasms. You rush forward, grabbing onto the body, helping carry him the rest of the way and over the wall.

“Fuck!” Joel barks, face pinched as he hunches over, hand pressing into his back.

“What happened?”

“My back… I’m fine. “ He grits out between clenched teeth, sucking in a few breaths before trying to straighten up.

Someone blows a whistle, signaling the end of the day and people start to rush past you both for the pay out line, ignoring Joel’s insistent cussing.

You offer your shoulder for him to lean on but he waves away your concern, telling you he just needs a minute to collect himself before you both make your way to get your ration cards.

Instead of signing up for another shift you decide to give yourself the next two days off, hoping to sleep as much as you can before hitting the next work period hard. You walk off to the side, waiting patiently for Joel out of habit as he goes down the list, rubbing at his spine.

Being this far from the fire you realize how cold it is, the setting sun the only indication that it’s about to get colder, and you know spring is still a few months away.

You glance to Joel as he haggles with the enforcer, probably over the shortened pay. Over the last five years you and Joel have worked together on numerous jobs, and he’s never shy to insist the right pay for the services you both provide. Though at first never coordinated, you both realized how effortlessly you worked with the other, always fast and to the point with whatever resources given, both searching for the most money.

You recall noticing him when you arrived at your first job at this QZ, his hair a little less grey back then but eyes just as intense. It wasn’t until your fifth job did you say something to him after catching him watching you for the first hour of your shift at the pit.

With whatever confidence you had, you’d walked right up to him, hands on your hips and chin tilted up with a sarcastic smile. “Does my stalker have a name?”

The notion had been so wildly outlandish that after he stared at you for a minute, mouth open and eyebrows raise, he barked out a laugh. A true belly laugh that had everyone turning their heads in shock and confusion.

It was the talk of the job.

Some new girl got the old grump to laugh.

From that moment on Joel decided to stick close by, your fiery attitude attracting him just as much as your smarts. He taught you how to play the system, which officers were more lenient than others, and when he grew to trust you he began taking you on contraband runs. You picked up on the trade quickly, surprising him when you started going out on your own and Joel knew he’d chosen well.

Joel now limps over, pulling you from your thoughts. “Ya know I have this stuff that can help with that.” You state, turning and walking with him towards your apartments.

“Got some icy hot, I’ll be fine.”

“20 year old icyhot? Yeah that most definitely will do the trick.” Your sarcasm isn’t lost on him as he glares done at you. You raise your hands in surrender, walking the rest of the way in silence as the street bustles with life around you.

Parting ways at your building you watch for a moment as Joel limps along, shaking his head back and forth, a clear sign he’s talking to himself. You snort, grabbing for the door handle only to have it ripped away, your next door neighbor nearly knocking into you as she storms from the building.

“Woah, Joanne, maybe next time you can just run me over and we will call it a day.” You snap, glaring as she turns at the sound of your voice, she’s the buildings ‘manager’, a lose term for someone who takes your money and doesn’t fix a damn thing unless it involves her apartment directly.

Not much has changed since the end of the world.

“The entire building is out! I’m trying to get someone to fix it!” Her wrinkled face is red with anger, greying hair disheveled like she’d been pulling at the roots all day.

“Wait what?”

She rolls her eyes, exasperation clipping her words. “There was construction going on next door and they clipped a line or something. No lights, no heat, no fucking water to the entire building.” She turns on her heel, not bothering for what you have to say next and stomps down the road.

You throw your hands up in frustration, groaning at the sky, mentally cursing whatever was out there when a thought comes to mind. You bite your lip, weighing out your options before you are rushing down the street in search of Joel.

Luck seems to finally be on your side as you round the street corner, finding him leaning against a light post, talking to a man you recognize but can’t place with a name.

Jogging over the shaggy haired man’s eyes flicker to you, his posture becoming rigid before he quickly dismissing himself. Joel turns, expecting an officer or worse, and his expression softens as you slow to a stop beside him. “Heya Sunshine.”

When Joel decided to take you in, he made it very clear to others that ran around in the same under ground circles that you were not to be fucked with, being one of the few in his inner circle gave you a type of immunity not so sparingly given out.

“Hey… shit… my power is out.”

“Did ya forget to pay?” He’s mocking you only slightly, concern still underlining his tone.

“No, it’s the whole building, Joanne said someone must have cut a wire or something… I was wondering if maybe… we’ll I’m still covered in all this…” You hesitate, hoping he will fill in the gap as you gesture to yourself but he only stares. Joel always made you use your words. “I was wondering if I could borrow your shower, I’ll be super quick, I swear.”

Joel nods, looking down the road towards his building. “Yeah, shouldn’t be a problem, give me about an hour to soak my back first and then you can come over.” You’re washed with relief, throwing your arms around his neck in a tight hug, catching him by surprise.

“Thank you, thank you so much!” Before he can reply you’re sprinting down the street and around the corner, he stares after you blinking slowly before looking around, a blush staining his cheeks.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Having only been to Joel's apartment a handful of times, it took you longer than you would of liked to admit to find his door, and there may have been the help of an elderly man along the way.

This time though, as the door opens, Joel is on the other side. His greying hair slicked back and still damp, he’s dressed in a long sleeve shirt with matching black sweats. “Well, don’t you clean up nice.” You make a point to look him over as you step into his apartment, breathing in the warm air.

Joel only snorts. “Yeah, sure. Bathrooms that way, should still be plenty of hot water, I rigged my heater a few months back.”

You smile at that, “What a naughty boy you are, Joel Miller.” You wink following his direction, closing yourself in the bathroom.

Joel leans against his front door for a moment, appreciating this side of you that is rare to see, as much back and forth as you two give each other at work you personality blossoms when it’s just you and him. And damn was it flirtatious. Some way or another you’ve kept a spark of life through the last 20 years that has Joel hooked like an addict, even if he could never bring himself to say so.

In the bathroom you’re pulling out your bath products, setting them next to his and the contrast of them makes you laugh a little. Pinks and purples next to dull grays and blues. You have the fleeting thought to look for something special just for Joel on your next run as you twist the shower nob. The pipes groan before sputtering to life, you wait until the waters just a little to hot before undressing and stepping in. You hiss involuntarily, skin blushing under the heat before you relax.

This was the hottest shower you’d had in years and you might just have to start lying about your power being out to get more of this. You allow yourself to relax for a moment longer before you begin to wash away the day.

*~*~*~*~*~*

You emerge thirty minutes later, steam following behind you, you’re dressed in your better winter clothes, but even that’s a stretch. Your sweater hangs on your frame, three sizes to big and moth eaten, your sweatpants in much the same condition.

Joel glances up at you from his rickety table, two mix match glasses and a bottle in front of him. “Is one of those for me?” He simply pours you a shot, sliding the glass across the table as you take your seat, curling your legs up under yourself. You lift the amber liquid in cheers, Joel mimicking your actions as you down the shot. It burns your taste buds, dropping into your stomach like a lead weight.

Coughing you turn the glass over, face scrunched in disgust making Joel laugh as he pours himself another. “Can’t handle your liquor?”

“Was never much of a drinker before all of this, haven’t acquired the taste just yet.” You manage to wheeze out, rubbing at your chest where it still burns. “Thank you again, it would have really sucked to of gone to bed still covered in that shit.”

Joel stands, chair scrapping across the floorboards. “Don’t mention it. Seriously. Don’t need the whole building knowing I’m giving out free showers.” He gathers the glasses and takes them to the small sink, before opening his fridge, “How do you plan on staying warm tonight?”

“Um, probably throw on a extra layer and pray I wake up with all my toes.” You drum a rhythm on the table, watching him as he pulls a container from the fridge, grabbing two forks and walking over to you.

You attentions stays on the container as he drags his chair closer, setting it on the table. Inside is beef and rice and your stomach grumbles at the sight of it. Your eyes jump to Joel and he give you a smile, handing you a fork. “Eat.”

You know not to look a gifted horse in the mouth, splitting the container down the middle and enjoying the cold food as much as you enjoy the comfortable silence.

Joel suddenly lifts his head, sniffing the air before turning his gaze on you, stopping you mid bite to stare back.

“What?”

“Do I smell… cookies?”

Your face lights up with a grin. “Oh yeah, I was baking in the bathroom.” He doesn’t look amused and it adds to your enjoyment. “Sugar cookies, specifically. You have your contraband, and I have mine.”

Contraband consisting of feminine products you’ve scored over the last few years, keeping nearly 70 other women fairly stocked and your pockets lined.

“Where ya hiding them? Under this?” He plucks at your shirt, distaste written across his face making you laugh, a sound Joel likes a little to much.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Miller.” You raise your eyebrows suggestively earning an eye-roll, his foot nudging your chair.

He slides you the rest of his food as he stands. “You can sleep here for tonight, I’ll take the couch.” He’s talking over his shoulder as he walks into his joined bedroom, leaving you to shovel the rest of the food into your mouth.

“Wait… your back, you should really sleep in your own bed Joel.” You can hear drawers opening and closing before a soft grunt of satisfaction as Joel finds whatever it is he is looking for. “I really don’t want to inconvenience you any further.”

“It ain’t an inconvenience, and my backs fine, the icy hot did the trick, just like I said it would.” He comes back into view carrying a very large red button down flannel, tossing to you. It’s thick, the fabric soft to the touch and smells clean with an underlying musk that’s unmistakably Joel. “That’ll keep you warm, a lot better than what you’ve got on now.”

“Really? Are you-.”

“Don’t argue with me. I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to. Okay?”

A light blush tints your cheeks, glancing up at him through your lashes with a sweet smile that has his stomach tightening. “Thank you Joel.”

“You’re welcome.” He rejoins you at the table, watching you pick at a loose thread on the shirt.

Maybe it’s the fact you don’t know much about Joel, or maybe it’s the fact that this is the very first time you’ve been alone with him, no one else in the room, no traders. Curiosity sparks and it’s a hard flame to put out.

“Do you… are there things you miss about before?”

He glanced at you, your eyes still trained on the garment. “What do you mean?”

“Well like… I use to do kickboxing, I miss that a lot… I miss going on coffee dates with my girlfriends… things like that.” You shrug, refusing to meet his gaze incase he thought this was silly, ridiculous even. You were never good at small talk.

Joel is silent for a moment longer, biting at his lip. “I miss football with my brother.”

You smile. “Tommy right? My daddy loved football, he wasn’t going anywhere on Sunday night.” You laugh softly, resting your chin on your knee. “I miss mall Chinese food, they always loaded up so much on those plates and I could never finish it.”

“That was about the only thing I liked at the mall, we didn’t go there much though. I miss my guitar, I don’t even know if I could play it now if I remembered any songs…” Joel chuckles, “I loved the SNL show, tv in general I loved to stay up at night with…” His voice fades off, fist clenched slightly out of your peripherals and though you don’t know much you know at some point during the start of everything he had lost a child.

Clearing your throat you jump to change topics. “Do you like wine?” You lock eyes with him then, his expression a little more retreated.

“I haven’t found one I’m a huge fan of, but I never turn down a glass.”

Your smile does that thing to his stomach again and he can’t stop his gaze falling to your lips for the briefest of seconds. “Well good, there’s this lady I trade with in my building and she makes wine. I’ll have to bring you a bottle one night.”

The corner of his mouth twitches up, “trying to wine and dine me, Sunshine?” A blush creeps up your cheeks turning your smile sheepish.

“Maybe, only if you pay for dinner.”

Joel scoffs, the ease returning to his features as he tilts his head to the side. Your heart hammers a little faster under his gaze. “What a cheap date you are.” He mumbles softly, resting his elbows on the table leaning his head against interlocked hands.

“The cheapest.” You breath back, mirroring his posture. He smiles warmly butterfly’s erupting under your skin giving you that giddy school girl feeling that takes your breath away and turns your brain too mush..

“I’ll look forward to it then.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

You’d only been asleep a few hours when your name reaches your ears, startling you awake. You sit up mattress squeaking under your weight as you peer into the darkness.

“J-Joel?”

His sleep riddled voice bounces back to you. “I need help.” Instantly your scrambling out of bed, flipping on a light as you round the wall to find Joel looking up at you from where he lay on the couch, red faced and defeated.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t get up… I gotta take a piss.” Joel hasn’t felt this level of embarrassment since throwing his back out working with his brother and had to be carried down to the hospital. The feeling only digging deeper as he watches your face fall padding over to him, extending your hands.

“I told you to sleep in your own bed, Joel.” You abolish gently, pulling him to his feet. His grip tightens on your arms, hissing as his back straightens out, taking the moment to get his bearings before he releases you, grumbling something under his breath and limping to the restroom.

You sigh, going to your duffle bag and rummaging through its contents before you finally come across a small bottle of chamomile and lavender.

Joel comes out a few minutes later, eyes trained on the floor. “Sorry.”

“Hey it’s okay, I tore my shoulder apart when I was in highschool and could hardly use it for a year. Had to have people help me all the time.” You try to sympathize with his situation, your expression soft and warm as his eyes find yours. “But, luck for you, I think you only pulled a muscle. And I have something to help with that.” You lift the little bottle shaking its contents.

Joel eyes it suspiciously, crossing his arms over his chest, “I ain’t taken that.”

You scoff, grabbing his bicep, pulling him towards his bed. “You don’t take it, now lay down and lift up your shirt.”

Joel turns on you, looking horrified like you’ve grown two heads all of a sudden. “Excuse me?”

“Just trust me.” You pull him again, squeezing his arm, Joel hesitates, glancing from the bed then down at himself. “I use to be a message therapist. I’ve seen a thousand naked backs, yours isn’t going to be any different.” You encourage, smiling at him as he glances your way.

Sighing Joel relents, kneels onto the bed, pulling his shirt over his head and laying down, folding his arms under his head.

Okay.

Maybe you were wrong.

Joel’s back is defined, scars littering in various stages of time, some more purple compared to others. Shaking your head you swallow your sudden nerves, kneeling beside him. You open the bottle, the smell instantly filling the room and dump it into the palm of your hand, the oil slipping between your fingers, soaking your sweats and you curse silently, setting the bottle onto the night stand.

“Tell me where it hurts the most.” You instruct, rubbing your hands together to warm the oil before placing them on Joel’s lower back, his hips twitching slightly at the sudden contact.

“A little to the right.” His skin is warm and he hums softly under your touch, shifting his shoulders and head, wishing he could see your face. “There.” You set to work, finding the knot in his muscle and kneading the area, digging your thumbs and palms into his flesh.

Joel groans, long and drawn out and a thrill works it’s way down your spine at the sound, “To much?” Your voice is softer than you initially intended it to be, much to sensual sounding.

It’s just a back rub. Nothing more, be more professional.

He shakes his head, his body relaxing fully. “You weren’t lying.” He’s muffled slightly by the pillow but you can hear his smile.

“Yeah I went to school and everything. It’s like riding a bike, you just never forget.”

“Get an A from me darlin’.” Your heart swells with his praise, staying quiet as you continue messaging his back, traveling up to his shoulders and back down to his hips, the silence interrupted occasionally by a soft grunt or groan coming from Joel.

It’s only when he goes quiet, his breath turning even and deep do you stop, whispering his name. When he doesn’t reply you ease away and into the restroom, washing your hands and shedding your oil soaked pants.

Joel’s soft snores are all that can be heard as you stand at the foot of the bed, chewing on your lower lip trying to decide what to do from here. The couch is now free, but there is only one blanket, which is now trapped under Joel. There are enough pillows to maybe set one between you both, make a little barrier of sorts…

Would Joel be mad if he woke up in the same bed as you? You shift your weight from one foot to the other, mind racing with every possible reason as to why he would be mad, before you finally take a deep breath and tiptoe to the other side.

Without giving yourself time to talk yourself out of it you climb under the covers, setting a pillow in between you, praying that Joel won’t be upset in the morning as you drift off.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Joel wakes up slowly, conciseness coming to him little by little with the early morning sun lighting the room. He’s warm, body heavy and mind sluggish from what has possibly been his best sleep in years. Selfishly he wants to hold onto it a little longer, screw whatever he thought he needed to get done today and bury himself back into his dreamless sleep.

It’s only when he shifts, his chin bumping something firm, does he feel the weight on him. Blinking slowly he lifts his head, looking down to find himself tangled up with you. Your head is resting on his shoulder, leg slung over his hip while his own is slotted between your thighs, and you’ve seemed to have lost your pants; Joel being granted a perfect view of your black panties that hide little to the imagination.

And all of the sudden he’s overly aware of you, of how soft your waist is under his callused palm, of how you still smell of sugar cookies and lavender, of the little puffs of air leaving you full lips ghosting across his neck. Then there is how his flannel has morphed to your curves, twisted around your body showing the pudge of your stomach and his blood is rushing somewhere… South.

All he can think about is how damn good you look wearing only his clothing. Joel’s heart rate picks up, his fingers drifting to your hair on their own, carding themselves through the soft strands, “Sunshine.”

You hum in your sleep, grip tightening around him as you nuzzle closer, lips brushing the column of his throat making him hold his breath as you settle again.

I’m going to hell.

It’s all he can think, his body so readily responding to you and you’re not even aware of it. You’re in your thirty’s for fucks sakes he shouldn’t even be considering this… but…

Tentatively, his grip tightens on your hair, pulling your head back so he can finally see your face. You look so peaceful, your features soft and delicate in your sleep he almost hates to ruin it. Almost.

“Honey … sweet girl wake up.” Joel’s voice is firmer, cutting into your sleep, rousing you with a small grumble.

“What…” You voice is horse, rolling your head to the side as you yawn, sleep holding on tight.

“It’s just me.” He can’t stop himself, seeing the length of your neck exposed like that, he leans down, gently kissing the delicate skin and you gasp, body tensing slightly. “Just me.” His thigh shifts up, pressing between your own and he can feel the heat radiating off of you through his sweatpants and it makes him feral.

“W-Ah… what are you doing?” You whimper, eyes pinching shut, fingers digging into his ribs as he finds that soft spot just under your ear earning another small gasp.

“Repaying you… For last night.” His grip on your hair disappears, finding your hip and rolling you onto your back. Your eyes snap open, breath trapped in your throat at the intense look of lust etched into Joel’s face. Now that you can fully see him your stomach tightens, need zipping down your spine as your eyes drink him in.

Just like his back his chest is defined, shoulders broad with a light dusting of hair that runs down to his stomach, and just past the waistband of his sweats where you can clearly see the outline of his…

You swallow audible, causing Joel to snort. Your eyes dart back to his and you swear you can feel your body melting with the fire in his gaze. He dips his face closer, bumping his nose against yours and smiles as you nervously squirm, thighs clenching around his where it still rests pressed against your mound.

“This okay?” As he speaks his lips just barely touch your own and you already feel your thoughts emptying out one by one as you nod slowly, eyes never leaving his own. “Tell me, need to hear your sweet voice.”

“Th-this is okay.”

With that he’s on you, restraint snapping as he finally kisses you, rough and hungry and desperate. Teeth, tongue and spit, forcing a moan from your throat with the intensity of it all, that Joel is all too happy to swallow up. His thigh presses in closer, your hips bucking involuntarily, dragging a moan from low in his chest.

Your hands slide up to his shoulders, gripping anything you can find for leverage as he sinks you into the mattress, drowning you in the covers, the pillows, and him.

Arousal consumes you, sparking in your stomach and traveling through your veins making you light headed, having not felt this type of high in many, many years. You grind yourself up against his thigh, your slick wetting your panties and soon creating a darker spot on his sweats.

You moan as he pulls away, attacking your neck again and pulling at your shirt, trying to expose whatever skin he can. “J-Joel… m… what’s.. what’s gotten into you?” Your losing your breath, the hand he isn’t propping himself up with traveling over your body, down your thigh, up your side, fingers sliding along the other side of your throat making goosebumps raise the hairs on your skin.

“Just want you, been wanting you since I laid eyes on you.” He admits, your face flushing with heat. “D’ya know how many times I’ve fucked my hand thinking about you? All laid out and pretty on my cock.” A filthy moan leaves your lips, grinding against his thigh to relieve the ache building between your legs.

Joel sits back, both hands finding your hips, encouraging your movements. “That’s right sweet girl, just like that.” You whine into the air, hands dropping to the bed gripping the sheets. He stares down at you, lust darkening his brown eyes as you grind against him. “Make all those pretty sounds for me, it’s just us.”

You nod, chasing after your building pleasure, breathy moans falling from your lips. Joel ruts against the back of your thigh, hands bruising your hips in the most delicious way. “J-Joel… need more… please…” Your clit throbs painfully, the angle you’re at restricting you from rubbing it how you want against his thigh.

“So greedy, go ahead play with yourself baby, wanna see you cum on my thigh before I fuck you, senseless.” Your fingers find your clit and rub harsh circles through the damp fabric of your panties, flying to that familiar peak, teetering right on the edge as you moan his name, hips frantic, but you need more, you want more.

Joel coos softly, enjoying your struggle. The pinched look, the wobble of your lips, as you search for that last little something. “I know you can do it baby, cum for me. Show me how good you can be and soak my thigh.” His words are your tipping point, sending you spiraling into that void of dark bliss as your orgasm rips through you.

The noises that leave your delicate throat consume Joel, and he’s whispering soft praises that you don’t hear, watching your legs tremble and hand still. “There it is, did so good for me baby.” You go limp underneath him, chest heaving with each shuddering breath, eyes shut and mind to far gone.

“Let me get this off of you.” He takes his time, slowing down to let you ride your bliss, undoing each button of the flannel. “Sit up.” You hardly have to, just lifting your shoulders and head before he throws the flannel across the room and you’re sunk back into the pillows.

Your panties and his sweats follow shortly after. His lips back on you, kissing between your breasts his beard scratching your skin in the most delirious way. “Joel…”

But his fingers are finding your slick heat, a groan reverberating through his chest and into yours. “So fucking wet, you liked that baby? Like getting yourself off on my thigh?” Warm embarrassment fills your belly, reigniting that fire. You nod slowly, keeping your eyes shut to avoid his intense gaze. “You getting shy on me now? Just a second ago you were fucking my leg.” He smiles against your skin watching the red tinting your cheeks grow darker, turning your away from him.

“J-Joel don’t… Don’t be mean.”

“Not bein’ mean.” Two thick fingers are suddenly sinking into you, a shrill cry retching itself from your throat. “Just given ya what ya want.” Your brain turns to mush with each pump of his fingers, hands scrambling to find any perches, a set of nails digging into his shoulder, the other tugging at the sheets. “Fuck… you’re so tight, gotta get you ready for me.”

His thumb finds your clit, working the bundle of nerves making moans echo through the room. Those thick fingers press against that gummy spot inside you that makes your hips stutter, your moans a little louder and he smiles in triumph, teeth nipping your breast watching the skin bloom with red marks. “S’that the spot?”

“Mmhmm…” it takes everything you have just to hum out an answer, mouth hanging open, thighs trembling as you’re brought back to orgasm, again. Climbing that mountain, no running it, to your tipping point.

“Can feel you squeezing my fingers baby, you gonna cum again so soon?” Joel doesn’t need your reply, even if you could give him one, your hips rocking to meet the rhythm he’s set. He doesn’t ease up, watching you come undone below him with a few more expert swipes of his thumb across your throbbing clit.

You make him feel young again, his body thrumming with pure, carnal lust. Something he hasn’t felt in years as he draws his slick coated fingers to his mouth, tasting you for what, hopefully, will be the first time of many. “Mmm… So sweet baby, I could spend hours just eating you.”

You whine pathetically, shaking your head back and forth, hair clinging to your face with sweat. “C-can’t…” Joel shakes his head, laughing darkly before tapping your cheek with the pads of his fingers.

“Look at me, Sunshine.” The timber in his voice makes you obey instinctively, finding his steady gaze. He grips your chin, fingers pressing into your cheeks making your lips pout comically. “I know you’ve got one more in ya, I need to feel your cunt squeeze my cock. Think you can do that for me? Hmm?”

Joel shifts closer as he speaks, settling himself between your shaking thighs. His cock brushes against your puffy lips drawing a small whine from the back of your throat. You nod, Joel letting go of your checks as arousal washes through you once more, almost painfully so, as he rocks forward, the underside of his cock slipping easily through your damp folds, coating himself in your cream.

He hunkers over you, forcing your legs wider and rests on one elbow as he guides his cock to your opening, nudging in. “Relax darlin’, don’t wanna hurt you.”

Before you can even comprehend what is being said Joel thrusts forward, sinking in a few inches with a grovel moan. Your toes curl, eyes squeezing shut with a whine, the stretch hurting in a way you never want to stop.

“F-fuck Joel… s-so big.” A hand slips into his hair, tugging harshly causing him to gasp, a wicked smile pulling at his lips.

“You haven’t seen nothin yet, little girl.” He pins you to the mattress with his weight, thrusting until he’s fully seated inside you, heavy balls pressed to your ass. Your pussy squeezes him tightly, pain mixing with the pleasure intoxicatingly. He’s big, bigger than any man you’d been with in years, and as he pulls out only to thrust back in, the head of his cock kisses your cervix.

“Oooooh fuuuck!” You cling to his shoulders, his neck, his back, legs locking around his middle; anywhere to pull him closer as his pace evens out, fucking into you roughly. The old bed squeaks, headboard tapping the wall and above it all are the sounds leaving your lips to mix with his.

“Feel so good baby… been dreaming about this pussy.” Joel huffs out between thrusts, pressing his forehead to yours. The farther he slips into his arousal the thicker his accent gets, words dripping onto your nerves like honey.

“Wanted you to… so long Joel .” You pant, rocking your hips to match what he’s giving you. That glorious pressure building again in your body, cunt fluttering around his cock. “Don’t stop… oh fuck please don’t stop.” You can feel every ridge and vein rubbing along your walls in just the right way, his mushroom head bullying that sweet spot making your eyes roll.

“Not gonna stop, baby. Not gonna stop.” Joel groans, one hand gripping your waist to steady himself as he bullies his cock into you.

Your fingers slip between your bodies, finding your clit with a soft moan, rubbing tight circles. “I’m… im gonna cum…” you whine against his lips, noses bumping, breathing each others air.

“Come on then… cum on my cock baby, let me feel it.” Joel knows he won’t last much longer his thrust starting to turn sloppy. “Fuck… wanna fuck you full of me, watch it drip out. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Let everyone know who fucked you so good huh?” You thighs squeeze his hips in response to far gone to acknowledge him as you topple over the edge, crying his name as the pleasure blinds you momentarily.

Joel cusses burying his face in the side of your neck, your cunt sucking him in . “Fuck baby, fuck baby, fuck!” He pulls back, cock twitching and jets of cum landing on your stomach and abused lips. He fists himself, grunting against your shoulder as he comes down, body relaxing and dopamine flowing through him.

“J-Joel…” You breath, feeling his weight more and more.

“M’ Sorry…” He whispers, rolling himself onto his back, your stiff legs dropping to the mattress. You’re both panting wildly, chests heaving and sweat coating your skin.

You blink at the ceiling slowly, the neurons in your brain starting to fire again. “Well…” A small laugh bubbles out of you, Joel lazily looking over at you confused. “I’ve never been woken up like that before.”

Joel scoffs loudly and your giggle turns into a full laugh, lifting your head to look down at yourself. “Do I at least get a rag?”

“Better, ya can come get in the shower with me.” Joel groans as he sits up, giving you his hand. “Gonna need another one of those messages after that.”

#smut #apollyonsdarksecrets #joel miller #the last of us smut #the last of us #joel miller x female reader #joel miller smut #joel miller the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #Joel Miller breeding

[mrrharper]

Law, Order and Musk

CW: explicit sections + slurs

Logan laid on the bed, Sergeant Cross looking down at him, preventing him from moving.

"You like that, don't you, you bitch" Cross growled, an arogant smirk on his face. "You need a man to show you your place in the hierarchy." He then flexed his arms. "That's the sight of a real man."

Logan swallowed loudly. Cross lowered himself his face just a few inches from Logan's. "You feel it? The masculine musk of a grueling workout. This is how men smell, this is how real men feel." He then grabbed Logan's head and pushed it into his armpit. "Now feel it for yourself, you scum."

Logan took a few deep whiffs and then licked Cross' hairy pits, almost getting high on his smell. Cross held his head for a moment, before loosening his grip and letting Logan return to his previous position.

Cross flexed his arms again. "Look at these guns. This is raw, masculine power that will crush you if you go against it." He then grabbed Logan by his shirt and thrust him upwards, so that his face was now directed at his bulging biceps. Cross looked at Logan, who knew what to do.

He began worshiping these arms, kissing and massaging them. As he did, he felt his cock leaking, straining against the jockstrap he was wearing. Cross also noticed that.

"Duhuhuh, you like a man putting you in your place." he said as he cupped Logan's package in his hand. "You fucking faggot--"

Logan's work phone started ringing. Cross didn't react, still looking menacingly at Logan, who groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Ugh, fuck." He looked at the other man leaning over him. "Okay Cross, time out. Gotta take care of this." Sergeant's demeanor suddenly changed. He quickly got off of Logan and stood next to the bed, his arm up in a salute. "Sir, yes sir."

Logan smirked. "Glad we understand each other. Now go and do the laundry while I take care of this" he ordered the other man, who saluted him again and left the bedroom with a "Yes, Chief!"

Logan answered the phone. It was just a boring call from corporate that could have been an e-mail, but wasn't unfortunately.

It's been just under a month since Cross became a fixed part of Logan's apartment and he still couldn't get enough of that man.

Their paths crossed when Logan's close friend complained to him about a cop that stopped her on her way to work even though she was driving under the speed limit, then went on to be an extremely sexist douchebag during the whole encounter.

So he pulled some strings at work and found a way inside their local police department, where he found the man himself - Sergeant Dylan Cross. 6'4, broad shoulders and chest, bulky arms and legs, that man was the poster child for the police force. And the local gym. Everything about him screamed "I have the power." So Logan decided to change that.

At first he only wanted some revenge. Get the cop under his control with some fancy hypnosis, then humiliate him and make him painfully aware of it. Give him a short but painful lesson about abusing his position and disappear.

But he couldn't get enough. There was something about this man that pulled Logan towards him, and he couldn't deny it. So he changed course. Cross was single and lived alone so the first part was easy. Logan had an apartment way too big for one person, thus he didn't have a problem fitting the cop in.

Then came the training. Over the course of a week Logan worked on Cross, making him completely obedient to him. Using the parts of his police training that found their way into his subconscious Logan made sure that Cross saw as his boss - a Chief with all the power.

With that out of the way, Cross became Logan's personal cop, taking care of everything he needed taken care of. That meant house chores, work-related stuff, providing security on business meetings and so on.

It didn't take long until Logan's attraction to Cross became inescapable. It also didn't take a genius to figure out that the macho cop was straight, but Logan was ready for a challenge. It took him surprisingly little effort to turn the officer from a heterosexual player into a bisexual who exclusively slept with men. And one man in particular.

Depending on Logan's mood Cross was his caring lover or aggressive dom. Logan found himself enjoying Cross's arrogant demeanor and so he made sure that the cop's original personality was always somewhere under the layers of conditioning, ready to be unleashed whenever Logan was horny enough.

Logan was still on the phone when he saw Cross standing in the entrance to the bedroom, hands behind his back, looking straight ahead. He looked at the cop and, knowing that it would take him a while to take care of this call, he made a motion with his hand as if he was lifting a dumbbell. Cross quickly understood, saluted Logan and walked over to his gym that Logan made him organize on the other side of the apartment.

Another 20 minutes later, and Logan was finally free. A few moments after he finished the call Cross came back, his body covered in sweat and his tank top wet and damp. "Sir, reporting after a 20 minute upper body session."

"Good job, officer" Logan answered, already feeling the smell of sweat fill his nostrils "We can now continue where we left off." Cross saluted again, before his expression changed to that of pure anger. He immediately moved over to where Logan was standing, then grabbed and pushed him onto the bed.

Logan watched as Cross took off his tank top, which he then threw on the bed next to him. The cop then walked up tot he bed, standing over Logan and looking at him with disgust. He dragged his hand over his sweaty stomach and let the sweat dropping from it cover Logan's face. "You fucking faggot. Can't get enough of me."

Logan's dick got hard immediately. He licked some of the sweat from his face as Cross leaned over him, putting his arm next to Logan's head. The cop took the tank laying on the bed and put it up to the smaller man's nose.

"Feel it bitch? That's the smell of a real man."

#personality change #cops #cops mind control #cops reprogramming #musk #hypnosis

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hi! I saw your Percy Jackson asks where open and I wanted to send in a request! How would Percy react to a fem reader who is the child of Morpheus the God of dreams? Like I imagine being a child to the God of dreams would make one fall asleep randomly when they are still new to their powers, so how would the scenario play out if perhaps one day reader falls asleep on him during a movie night? Would he stay as still as possible as to not wake her up or would he do something else like gently wake her up/move her? Hopefully I made this detatiled enough but in anyway thank you!!

You were just halfway from dozing off when Percy’s voice brought you from the cusp of a deep sleep to ask:

‘Does your dad look like-‘

‘For the last time Percy no, my dad doesn’t look like Tom Sturridge from The Sandman.’ You replied before he could even finish his question. It wasn’t the first time he asked this question after watching the Netflix show ironically about a man who bore the same name as your godly father, Morpheus, the god of dreams; Something that you now had a bone to pick with Neil Gaiman over.

‘Sooo he doesn’t blow golden sand at people’s faces to make them fall asleep?’ Percy continued to ask but at this point you knew that he was only doing this just to get a rise out of you and also to keep you from falling asleep again.

‘No-will you pack it in, in trying to get some rest from today.’ You said as you lightly smack his arm whilst readjusting your head onto his shoulder for more comfort, already feeling the lull of sleep beckoning you to fall further when Percy once again spoke up.

‘But you already do enough sleeping as it is!’ He cried but tried his hardest not to move too much in fear of agitating you, knowing firsthand how much you hated your sleep being disrupted. ‘And I can’t help that!’ You exclaimed. ‘I’ve been falling asleep at random ever since Morpheus claimed me as his own. It’s almost as though I’ve suddenly developed narcolepsy or something.’ You were still getting use to your powers that for some reason would backfire now and then, causing you to have bouts of almost narcoleptic episodes where you could just be talking to someone then boom; there you were, fast asleep in the strawberry fields or on the sandy dunes of the lake as though it were the most comfortable place known to man.

It worried to everyone to begin with but upon being claimed, it started to make a lot more sense that whenever you did spontaneously fall asleep, it was easier to be accommodated for; letting you sleep because you were mad cranky when woken prematurely. Connor and Travis learnt that the hard way when for an entire week their dreams consisted of being chased by a very angry humanoid goose, as if being chased by a regular goose wasn’t scary enough. Just one of the few perks of being the child of the god who could morph dreams and enter them however he saw fit.

The subject of your tendency to fall asleep at random was soon dropped entirely as you and Percy went back to watching the movie that was already well within it’s third and final act. Well Percy was, you on the other hand…were fast asleep on his shoulder, uncaring of the crook in the neck that you were surly developing from your uncomfortable position. Percy doesn’t notice until he goes to look at you to make a joke on a certain scene but stopped and the words died on his lips as he stared at you adoringly. ‘Why am I not surprised that you’ve fell asleep. Again.’ He says softly to himself as he watched how your grip on his arm would occasionally tighten as though your dream had taken a tonal shift, only to loosen up and relax not a moment after.

Not that I needed my arm or my shoulder anyways. Percy thought to himself as he tried his absolute hardest to stay still for your benefit but he might as well have asked Medusa to make him into stone instead because he was doing such a shit job at not moving at all. It was almost as if all his limbs had minds of their own as they’d move or his fingers would tap against his thigh impatiently as the movie ended and the credits began to appear on screen; With the remote too far for him to reach without waking you up and nothing else to occupy his restless mind, Percy felt as though he was in his own personal hell and heaven, or fields of punishment and Elysium.

For one, he got to admire you as you slept, completely at peace and safe within his presence as you would oftentimes shuffle further into him, making noises of discontent when you thought you felt him move away and tightening your grip; Something he found undeniably adorable as he watched the twitches in your face and tries to guess what kind of dream you were having based off them. Secondly he desperately wanted to move, his brain was telling him to move, but Percy would rather not risk having an angry human sized goose chasing him in his dreams for the next week because he accidentally woke you prematurely from your nap. He knows you wouldn’t do that but in cases like these, it he’d know it be better to be safe and sure then expect special treatment; which upon retrospect sounded a lot worse then getting chased by a human sized goose.

So Percy allows himself the fate of being your makeshift pillow, though not before pressing a kiss to your head, wishing you the sweetest of dreams before inevitably falling asleep himself as he rested his head atop of yours, crook in his neck be damned.

#pjo x reader #pjo imagines #pjo imagine #pjo fanfic #pjo tv show #pjo series #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson imagines #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson fanfic #percy jackson fan fiction #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians

[sugar-grigri]

Hey! Have you noticed the visual parallels between the gun fiend and Chainsaw man in this latest (152th) chapter?

The parallel between Aki and Denji in the last chapter

No, I hadn't noticed, and I like that others have because I might have an explanation for this parallel.

Fujimoto likes parallels, but this time he does it the other way round. Let me explain: for me, and according to my interpretation, he had already made an explicit reference to chapters 78/79 in this chapter:

Chapter 142 exploited Denji's relationship with others, but also with being a CSM, just as Fumiko's speech only reinforces the fact that even when she places herself as a victim, she reinforces Denji's position as a martyr.

Even when Fumiko argues that she saw CSM as a child, the chapter proves her wrong, whether through her unsuccessful manipulation techniques, her many contradictions, but above all her behaviour is typical, allowing Denji to deny the pain he suffered by killing his brother.

I won't go into it again ((if you want to know more, the link is above)) the only thing you need to remember here is that Fujimoto still intends to exploit Aki's death, albeit in a subtle, poetic way in part 2.

In chapter 152, Denji suffers because he has decided to; his suffering is his own, he demands it and even sees it as a means of experiencing pleasure. What's more, this chapter follows on from chapters 150/151 in Denji's claim to his own identity: I WANT to be CSM, and no one is going to stop me. The negative consequences are mine because I've decided to.

Whereas during his confrontation with Aki, Denji's identity was stolen by his "fans" (a theme dealt with in chapter 142), who positioned themselves as the only suffering parties (ignoring Denji's), and it was the frightened, bruised men and women who decided that CSM had to save them, had to act and kill.

So chapter 152 is more than an awakening, it's Denji who takes back the right to suffer if he has decided to do so. Before, it was always the others who decided, but instead of taking the plunge and saying: I'll never let myself suffer again, this time the martyr doesn't want his suffering to be taken away from him.

Because if we take away Denji's suffering, he won't turn into a CSM anymore

If that's taken away, his memories of Power and Aki are fragmented

These last two sentences are actually linked, because Denji has learnt to love just as much as he has learnt to suffer through Aki and Power. Aki's curse is to have been possessed by his sworn enemy, the Gun Devil, who reclaims his rights over the man who tried to resist him: to be there to make Aki's family suffer, always, even the second time around.

As the curse repeats itself, Aki's mind is stuck in his childhood, when it hadn't yet been broken, so he's blindly enjoying himself. Because, paradoxical though it may sound, it was when Aki realised the cruelty of this world, the loss of loved ones, that he tried to protect his family - the greatest act of love. Suffering is an awareness.

Aki had gambled on his suffering before, wasting his years of life with almost no ties. And when he began to change his perception of wanting to do something for his family, those wasted years didn't leave him enough time to protect his second family.

While he was escaping the suffering of his first family, he didn't even realise that he was causing the second to suffer. Fate was simply amused.

It is just as much for Power, a bestial being by nature who has already learnt about the suffering of losing loved ones with Meowy's kidnapping, Aki's anguish possessed at the door, bringing a birthday cake to Denji as an act of kindness, before realising that she would rather die than let Denji die. Suffering is also what brings destinies together and intertwines them.

Power and Aki are symbols of the same thing: when suffering began to be reflected in others, materialising in the fear of losing a loved one, fate turned against them.

So what Denji is doing is a narrative attempt to free himself from his fate, if he starts to fear more for Nayuta than for himself, if he stops being CSM for her, then the passage of suffering turned against oneself, there will always be someone to catch the ball. So Denji ends the cycle.

Denji will see no-one but his pain, Pochita, he will ignore even the flames that tore him away from his animal family, he will push back to Nayuta. It's a retreat into his own identity in the final chapter, a futile attempt to escape from a pain even worse than the pain of being cut in two, the pain of seeing another part of himself ripped away: a loved one.

Now we've pretty much understood the parallel. But don't forget the beginning of this post, Denji is doing exactly what Aki is doing.

Chapter 152 is the hero's attempt to regain control of his destiny, as if suddenly aware of the suffering inherent in the work, wanting to reverse it, to turn it into pleasure.

But he will not escape his fate. Denji may laugh, but only fate will have the last laugh.

#csm spoilers #chainsaw man #csm #csm part 2 #csm 152 #csm 151 #csm 150 #csm 142 #denji hayakawa #denji #nayuta #nayuta hayakawa #aki hayakawa #power hayakawa #aki #my thoughts #ask

[blackgirl0nline]

Feyd Rautha- “Warrior Sexuality”

Exploring the intimate effects of culture through a focused analysis of Dune Part Two

CW: discussion of Feyd Rautha’s abuse at the hands of his uncle 

In “Ur-Fascism” (Eternal Fascism) by Umberto Eco there is a paragraph on fascist sexuality that I think applies to Feyd Rautha

First, a minor note that I’m not exactly saying the Harkonens are fascistic only that this comparison came about because of the black sun that the Harkonen homeworld (Geidi Prime) orbits, which produces a black-and-white world of harsh politics where only those cruel enough to grasp power are rewarded.

This is a world where you are either powerful or weak- and to gain that power you must be harshly cruel. Additionally, this is a slave culture with a clear and degraded underclass whose lives are on the line every second of their existence in the Harkonen sphere. This is a warrior culture with cruelty at its heart. So how is Feyd Rautha’s sexuality informed by this setting? 

Eco says, “since both permanent war and heroism are difficult games to play, the Ur-Fascist transfers his will to power to sexual matters,” So, Eco is focusing on the transfer of cruelty from the political to the most intimate realm. From the most public sphere to the private. 

He goes on to say “This is the origin of machismo (which implies both disdain for women and intolerance and condemnation of nonstandard sexual habits, from chastity to homosexuality).” Notice this disdain is why Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam even sends Margot Fenring in the first place. Mohaim is a motherly figure. That Feyd murdered his mother (with seemingly no consequences) implies a very degraded place for women in this society

Consider there are no non-slave Harkonen women we can see. No wives, mothers, sisters. Only the Benegesserit- with their independent power are unharmed. Feyd still holds a knife to Lady Fenring’s neck, she still has to prove herself powerful enough to overtake him.

This is the only way normative sex happens on Geidi Prime- one partner must overpower the other. Love cannot exist here- as it necessitates an interpersonal equality of partners. Even a parent-child love is not possible. Feyd must kill his mother, the same way he almost kills his brother and threatens to kill his uncle.

This is also the reason for his “sexual vulnerability” from the books due to his uncle abusing him. The kiss he forces on his uncle should not be seen as loving. All Harkonen sexuality is domination. Attempting to gain power over his uncle in the same way he abused Feyd.

Eco finishes with “Since even sex is a difficult game to play, the Ur-Fascist hero tends to play with weapons — doing so becomes an ersatz phallic exercise.” 

Here I bring your focus on Feyd's knives and his seeming ecstasy in fighting. He caresses his knives and licks them. There is something almost overtly sexual about his relationship with them. They’re introduced in the same scene as his cannibal harpies.

Off topic but are the cannibal harpies also sexually involved with Feyd? He calls them his “darlings” offers them gruesome gifts, and they seem to lounge in a sort of happiness?

They still take on the position of pets, they’re dressed the same, look the same, and never speak like the other slaves. But they seem prized in a sense. They eat human flesh- and so perhaps possess their own deadliness - and from that earn Feyd’s… adoration? Food for thought.

But the “ersatz phallic exercise” is first practiced in the scene when he offers his "darlings" flesh. There are many coital details before the battle. Consider the black paint across his naked body. Showing off his form as a vehicle for war. Nothing carnal is far from brutality.

Even his seduction by Margot Fenring- that he threatens her with that phallic object- that she says he “craves pain” right after he faces the Gom Jabar. There is some sort of sadomasochistic itch. Lastly, consider the intimacy of battle. When he fights the “last Atreides.” Seeing that his opponent is not drugged, he removes his shield. He makes himself vulnerable (also notice the slightly vulvic entrance to the arena like he’s participating in something vital/ sexual).

Perhaps because he craves pain, and the threat of an equal opponent is made more exciting if that equal opponent can equally harm him (note at the end how close the two are as Feyd holds him to his chest- the smile and wink in at his opponent the refusal of outside interference).

In conclusion, Feyd participates in Umberto Eco’s “ersatz phallic exercise,” as a natural extension of Harkonen cruelty infecting every sphere. That’s also why I found this post especially true to the character there is something very inherently sexual about Feyd’s relation to fighting.

Thanks to my Twitter mutuals who asked me to put this in a more readable format, so I got to clear up some spelling and punctuation errors in the original thread.

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[hockybish]

You're Not Doing This Alone

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March 2020

The second Trevor left her room, Bean grabbed her phone hitting the name of the only other person who knew about the whole predicament, a friendly face the was over 3,000 miles away.

"Hey Bean what's up?" The voice on the other end of the phone asked. Considering the time difference between Boston and Vancouver, she guess the hockey player she was talking with was about to leave for a game.

She sniffled unsure how to tell her confidant on the other end of the line about the transaction that just transpired between her and the baby daddy.

"Bean? What's wrong? Is it the baby?" Quinn frantically asked, going into protective big brother mode. He wasn't actually her older brother but the fact that she went to him for everything made him feel one.

"I " Bean started, but were unable to finish with what she were going to say.

"You told him didn't you?" Quinn somehow was able to read your mind. You never knew how he did, it was super power of his. "And let me guess he didn't take it well?"

~

"I'm pregnant ... and I think I'm gonna keep it"

Trevor ran his fingers through his hair. Bean was pregnant and it was his fault. What was he going to do? He was too young to be a dad.

The phone in his pocket brought him out of his thoughts. Glancing at device it was Cole. He didn't want to talk to him but his shaking hand accidentally clicking on the call accept button.

"Hey Z you wouldn't believe what just happened. So ..." Cole excitedly chatted his ear off. Trevor drowned out whatever crazy thing his friend was telling him.

"You're not saying anything. Why aren't you saying anything. Z what's wrong?" Before he knew what he was saying, Trevor spilt the beans, telling his friend everything, about Bean, the baby, his panic, how he didn't know what to do.

"So what you're saying is that you got your best friend pregnant and now you're gonna leave her?"

"I don't know"

"Well you better figure it out otherwise you're gonna have to deal with us." Alex's threatening voice came over the receiver.

~

That night Trevor made his decision. He waited until the next day after the one class they had together, that she didn't show up for, to go talk to her. Her roommate almost didn't let him see her, but Bean told her it was alright.

"Z I haven't changed my mind, I going to keep 'em." Bean placed her hand over her still flat belly. Trevor was about to make a comment on his part in everything when she starting talking again.

"You can be there if you want, but you don't have to. I know having a baby when you're still a kid yourself isn't ideal and you have hockey."

"Stop talking. Can I say something please?" He cut her off, placing his hand on top of hers. She was right, it wasn't the ideal time to have a kid, but that was his kid. He couldn't just abandon them.

"I know we're not together, or anything like that but if you want this I'll be with you one hundred percent of the way. Whatever you want to do I'll be there."

"Are are you sure?" she bit into her bottom lip, a nervous tic of her's. She was so sure her best friend wasn't going to take the out.

"You don't have to Z. I wouldn't come after you for money or anything like that if you're worried. You don't need to do this if you don't want to. I don't want you to regret anything because a child is a binding thing and you have your career and I don't want to ruin that experience for you."

"I'm positive Tallulah. I was there, it take two to tango, even if we both were drunk. I'm not going to let you raise a kid that's part me on your own. I'm going to help any way i can. It's the responsible thing to do. I'm not leaving."

"Okay, let's do this." Bean laced her fingers with his.

#west winds au #dad!trevor au #trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor x bean #cole caufield #alex turcotte #quinn hughes

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The Miraculous Child

So, in 'Representation', Felix talks refers to ‘the miraculous boy’ a couple times. He also calls Adrien’s conception ‘a miracle’, meaning Adrien too is ‘miraculous’.

The second I heard this, it hit me that the title of the show has had this extra meaning from day one. If we look right back to the start of the series, it has been a story about children and adults, especially parents, some a little overbearing (like Tom) and some neglectful or downright abusive.

The message I take away is - life, bringing a child into the world, is a miracle. Science tells us how it works, but the fact that it works is almost like magic. Yet, there are people out there who fail to see this and don't value the gift they've been granted.

There will be people reading this and thinking, ‘Yeah? So what about Chloe?’

I hear you.

Audrey is a terrible person, and Andre is no better. When he hauls her off at the end of ‘Revolution’ and says he needs to correct his mistakes, he just sends her away with her mother. He’s washing his hands of ‘a problem’, just like he’s done with everything else, e.g. when he resigned as mayor. He walked away from responsibilities, after creating a mess for the people who voted him into office. Likewise, he walked away from his responsibilities as a father.

Does that excuse Chloe's behaviour towards others, especially Marinette? No. Does it explain it? Yes.

So, let's talk about choice, which has been mentioned several times in the series. Chloe has a choice to become just like one of her parents...or to become something better.

Because, if you think about it, at some point in time, Audrey and Andre and even Gabriel were all children. And children aren't just born nasty. They learn nastiness as they grow up. To become who they are today, they had to have started out in a similar position to Chloe, for example. They represent the potential future for their children.

If we saw them as kids, we'd probably see them being mistreated by the adults in their lives and we'd all sympathise with them and hope for their redemption. But we're seeing them as adults and our instinct is to say oh well, too late, they're just awful people. In fact, they could redeem themselves at any point, as demonstrated by Nathalie's turnaround in Season 5. It's just that, the more awful things you've done, the more you have to atone for. Gabriel would have to do a lot - maybe even have a brain change - to be redeemed. But you see my point.

So, at the end of 'Revolution', we see Chloe at a crossroads. She's on that plane, annihilated by her mother, and hiding by herself in a corner. She browses her contacts and hovers over Sabrina's entry...and her face crumples like her heart is breaking with regrets. Oh, it’s sad.

But she passes over Sabrina and moves onto Marinette. She makes one last attempt to bring her down. It’s an act of desperation – redirecting her own suffering onto another, trying to keep control over things when she’s completely out of control of her own life.

Marinette finally puts her in her place, and we see Chloe fall apart in a real way - for the first time ever. I don't know about you, but I found that very uncomfortable viewing. It was a relief to see Marinette stand up for herself, and it needed to happen...but Chloe's despair was also painful. I think all of those were emotions were intended.

Let’s set Thomas aside here. I don't want to get into debates about what was said on Twitter. He’s not the only writer for the show, anyway. I am just speaking about my personal perception of that scene. Chloe gained heaps of sympathy, after she’d been appalling all season, which was pretty powerful.

The fact is…Chloe needed to be put in her place. But that doesn’t mean she deserved everything she went through. Even so...sometimes these moments are necessary and revelatory. They can be the catalyst for great change.

What I mean is – if you're in denial about your position, redirecting your pain onto others, sometimes you need that wakeup call. You need to hit rock bottom in order to start climbing back up into the light. So, when Chloe fell apart, it was painful...but I also saw it as her potential turning point. As long as she maintained her delusions to escape into at school, it was impossible for her to transform - because she refused to see that there was any change needed. But when you have nothing left…that’s when you might begin rebuilding yourself.

Every episode in Season 5 has had multiple meanings. Looking at 'Revolution', when Chloe was akumatised, she trapped her victims in a maze, going round in endless circles (revolutions). Notably a lot of them were adults.

I think if this had happened early on in Season 4, Adrien would have been trapped morosely in that loop with the others. We saw this kind of thing in 'Guiltrip'. So, it spoke volumes about his growth as a character when he was the first one to seek a way out of Chloe's maze. He immediately used his cataclysm and broke a hole, escaping and letting everyone else out. Metaphorically, what he did was break the cycle. If we think about cycles of abuse, this is what the next generation always has the chance to do - to revolt against the past.

it's interesting, then, that when we got to 'Representation', we saw Cat Noir completely lose it with his father. He needed to let it all out...but he was in danger of going too far...and deep down, he knew it. His worst nightmare was of losing all control, to the point of letting his rage destroy everything he loved. Unconsciously, he's well aware that he runs the risk of becoming like his father. However, his complete breakdown, begging his father to take his miraculous to make it all stop, tells us he won't become like his father - because his conscience is too strong. He wants to break that cycle.

Felix has also done some bad things - but he's begun the journey of redeeming himself and changing. He too is trying to break out of that cycle so he doesn't become like his father.

Kagami is embracing her passionate side, rejecting the coldness and isolation her mother has attempted to breed into her, no doubt due to her own upbringing once upon a time.

And I think there’s definite potential for Chloe to do the same. There’s no reason for anyone to remain caught in these patterns. The trick is to recognise the pattern is there in the first place - because you can’t break free of something if you don’t know you’re imprisoned. At the end of Revolution, I think Chloe finally saw her prison, saw that she was already trapped in her own maze, going round in circles. Now it’s up to her to pull an Adrien and cataclysm the bars that hold her in.

Because like Felix said, over and over – each child is miraculous simply for existing. And miracles should be cherished.

PLEASE NO POST-REPRESENTATION SPOILERS IN COMMENTS :)

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Promotion

Summary: Chef Julian Slowik sets his sights on making you something more than his next sous chef. Pairing: Julian Slowik x Reader Word Count: 1,710

Kink Prompt: Power Play | Dom/Sub Warnings: Slight dubcon/coercion, power imbalance, dom/sub tones, hints of (and obvious) sexual harassment.

A/N: I wrote this for me. I am the one who wants to get fucked by Ralph Fiennes's character in The Menu. I am my own target audience.

Standing tall and silent to the side, Chef Julian's all-seeing eyes burned holes into the back of your head. He watched every move you made like a hawk. He made his way around the kitchen slowly, making sure everyone was doing exactly what they were supposed to. You were leaning over the counter with tweezers to place the garnishes around the plate before you when you felt his presence behind you. "Good steady hand." Julian compliments coolly. "Thank you, chef." You respond without stopping or taking your eyes off the dish in front of you. It's a miracle you didn't jump when he put a hand on your hip. His hand stayed on your hip as you put the tiniest pieces of the dish into place, even going so far as to step up until he was pressing himself against you, making sure you felt his erection. A shiver ran up your spine as he leaned over you, further pressing his hardness into your backside. You didn't object at all at the contact, you'd seen what happened to the people who rejected Chef Slowik and you were determined to not end up like them. "When dinner finishes and I dismiss the others, stay in the kitchen." He orders. "Yes, chef." You say with a slight tremble in your voice. All the other chefs were too busy focusing on perfecting their own plates to pay any mind to the suggestive position Julian put you both in.

Dinner proceeded as usual, without further contact from Julian. Once everyone was fed and sent away, the rest of the staff began returning the kitchen to its spotless state, wrapping up at 2:30 in the morning. "Everyone can leave. Get some rest before tomorrow." Julian dismisses before turning his gaze to you. "Except you." Now that nobody was busy, you felt everyone's eyes on you as they filed out of the kitchen, leaving only you and Chef Slowik in the pristine kitchen. "How long have you been cooking?" He asks you. "Since I was a child, chef." You answer. "It was my duty as the oldest to take care of my siblings when my parents couldn't or wouldn't." "Do you enjoy it?" He questions. "Immensely, chef. What started as my duty became my passion. I can't do anything besides cook." You answer calmly. "That's not entirely true. You can follow orders better than the others. You can present better than them, you can work harder than them. I believe you are better than them." Julian states. "How would you like to be my new sous?" He offers. It's a miracle you manage to keep your jaw off the floor when you answer him. "That would be the opportunity of a lifetime, Chef. I'd be honored."

"I expect more from my sous than the other chefs, you know." He warns. "I expect my sous to follow my orders to a T, to go the extra mile to make sure Hawthorne runs smoothly, to do as I say without questioning or arguing with me. Do you think you can do that?" He asks, stepping up to tower over you. "Yes, Chef." You say with a nod. "Then get on your knees." His voice was atonal, devoid of any emotion, almost to the point of being robotic. He said it like it was any other order in the kitchen. There's only a split second of hesitation before you sink to your knees before him. "Do you know what I want from you?" Julian asks, tilting your chin up to meet his dark blue eyes. "You want me to prove I'll do whatever you ask of me, regardless of what it is, Chef." You answer. "Smart girl." Julian hums in approval, running his thumb along your bottom lip in a silent quest for access. Your lips parted just enough to take his thumb into your mouth before wrapping your lips around it. He watches intently as you suck on the digit, only to abruptly pull it out after a few moments. He kept a close eye on your hands as they undid his belt and zipper, fishing his rock-hard cock out without so much as a single tremble.

Julian's breathing catches slightly in his throat when you lean forward and take the head of his member into your mouth, moving slowly just like you had with his thumb before he took it away. With a steady grip on his base, you began slowly bobbing your head, taking him into your mouth little by little. His eyes fluttered shut with each. A small groan escaped Julian's lips when he felt his head hit the back of your throat. "You can do it." He hums when you gag around him, and the way he says it makes it sound like more of a general statement, a fact even, and less of an encouragement. When you didn't move fast enough for his liking, he frowned. "You will do it or you won't be in my kitchen much longer." He said more firmly. You give a slight nod and take a deep breath through your nose before taking his length into your throat. You bobbed your head and relaxed your throat, taking in more of him with each bob of your head until your nose touched his pubic bone and you gagged. Julian let out quiet noises as you worked, bobbing your head along his length with garbled noises, letting your tongue trace the vein on the underside of his cock. This continued for a few minutes before he tangled his fingers in your hair tightly and pulled you off of him.

Lust entirely darkened his eyes when he tilted your head up to look at him. "Get up and bend over the counter." He says in the same voice he'd used to send you to your knees. You wordlessly scramble to your feet and turn around, but he stops you from bending over. "Undress first." You don't trust your voice to speak for you, so you just give a nod and strip down to your underwear. A small, genuine smile crossed his features as he watched you. "Perfect." He mutters. He easily maneuvers your pliant body until you're bent over the counter. "You'll be a good sous... but an even better partner," Julian says as he runs his hand down the curve of your spine until he reaches your ass. "P-Partner?" You question, your voice faltering when he pulls your underwear down until the flimsy fabric falls slack and drops to your ankles. "That's right." He nods, stepping up behind you and teasingly running the head of his member through your wet petals.

"Do you want to know why I've picked you specifically?" Julian asks, dragging his tip through your folds until it catches on your entrance. "Why-" Your question is cut off when he leans over you, slowly pushing his member into your waiting opening. "Because you're obedient and eager to please," Julian whispers, kissing the shell of your ear softly. "I picked you because you are submissive." He states as he bottoms out. "You crave having orders to follow, being told what to do, and I'm going to be the one to give that to you." He husks as he slowly begins to thrust his hips. He talks over your moans. "You aren't just like the others, you're more special than them, more talented, more intelligent, more devout. You are better than them." He says as he thrusts into you. You gripped the edge of the counter as his thrusts quickly went from slow and easy to fast and almost punishing, each one forcing a moan out of your throat. Julian tangles his fingers in your hair and turns your head to the side enough to press his lips to yours in a heated, commanding kiss, biting your bottom lip slightly. That hand stayed tangled in your hair, holding your lips to his while the other left your ass to give your clit some rough attention. He angles his hips some until he finds your G-spot, reveling in the louder moan you let out.

"J-Julian..." You stammer breathlessly between your moans. "Not yet." He hisses as he bucks his hips into you, furiously chasing his release. The edge of the counter was beginning to painfully dig into your hips with each rough snap of his hips. The closer you get to your impending orgasm, the more your vision blurs and fills with stars. The combination of Julian's thrusts, his attention to your sensitive clit, and the way he tugged your hair was quickly bringing you closer to the edge you were determined not to fall off of just yet. Every movement of his was hellbent on seeing if you could follow his order. "See? You crave not disappointing me." He whispers smugly in your ear as he nears his climax. "Go on, pet, let go and come for me." Julian orders. It sends a chill through your body as you cave beneath him, letting go and moaning out his name as white-hot bliss overtakes every fiber of your being. Julian falls over the edge right on the tail end of your orgasm, letting out an almost primal-sounding moan as he buries himself to the hilt before filling you with his release.

His grip on you loosens when your orgasms subside. You shudder some at the feeling of his spend dripping down your thighs. Julian smirks at the reaction while tucking himself back into his pants. He grabs one of the nearby dish towels and almost gently cleans up the mess between your legs. "Tomorrow, you can move your things into my home." He states. "Y-Yes, Chef." You mumble with a nod. Julian cups your cheeks and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before planting another to your lips. "You will be phenomenal as my sous, as my partner, and as other things to come." He says with a smile. "Thank you, Chef Slowik." You say almost numbly as your mind processes everything that just happened. "Please, you can call me Julian when it's just us," He says jovially. "Thank you, Julian." You correct yourself. "Anything for you, my dear," Julian says with a smile, pressing another kiss to your lips.

I also wrote this for @bdffkierenwalker because she has been an amazing friend and always encourages me to write things that I want to write.

#The Menu #Julian Slowik #Chef Julian Slowik #Chef Slowik #Julian Slowik x Reader #Chef Slowik x Reader #Julian Slowik Smut #Chef Slowik Smut #The Menu Smut #Ralph Fiennes #Kinktober

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Fargo s5 Episode 8: Manipulation and Codependency.

I am UNWELL after this last episode. I have so many thoughts. What it says on the tin, this is just me processing my reaction to the latest episode so if you are not caught up, spoilers will be found within.

Let’s start with the lady of the hour. Miss Dot. Miss Dorthy Lyon 👏🏾 Put some respect on her name. This character is endlessly fascinating to me. She’s incredibly complex. Almost over powered in one sense, but also incredibly fragile. We’re seeing now in clearer detail what an accomplished manipulator Dot is. She’s not just a fighter. She’s not just hiding and masking her trauma. She is actively playing the people around her and moving them around a board in her mind. The same way Roy does. The same way anyone in a position of power does, honestly.

Roy and Loraine and people in general, we seek control over others out of a place of insecurity, in order to make ourselves feel safe in our little worlds. Survivors of abuse are particularly good at this, and it’s something I am so glad to see the narrative touching on. The media likes to paint victims with cinderella syndrome. They are often childlike innocent caricatures who are endlessly kind and pure in the face of unjustified cruelty, purely so that audiences will emotionally attach to them quickly and feel whatever amount of fear and revulsion the creator wants for the antagonist. But the reality for real people who suffer domestic violence and other forms of abuse is that they’re just people. They have the same potential for good and bad and selfishness, they developed unhealthy coping mechanisms and they learn to play the game just like everyone else. And when you live your life in fear, you have more incentive than most to get good fast at controlling your surroundings.

We see another example of this in Karen this episode. Roy’s current wife is no stranger to her husband’s violent temper and is very aware of the danger he represents. When he’s humiliated in spectacular fashion and likely to lose his election, there’s this palpable tension in the air as the family rides home. We know heads are going to roll, and from the look on Karen’s face so does she. When she first opened her mouth I was so scared for her. lol I wanted to reach through the screen and shake her, like “shut up! That man will kill you.” At first I thought she was being hopelessly naive, saying exactly all the wrong things to try and comfort Roy that were only pressing on the wound. BUT THEN! Then we watch her turn it on Dot. She calls her a curse, playing into Roy’s belief that there are scales to be balanced in order to make the world right again, and pointing out that all of this only happened when Dot came back. She basically says, Dot’s the reason you have bad luck not me. Go hurt her and not me. And then he does. It’s brilliant.

I was on the edge of my seat watching Dot desperately try and hang onto her world. Everything from her name down to who gets to remind Wayne to take his Lactaide medication, using anything and everything at her disposal to do it. When Roy isnt impressed by being reminded he married a child around his own son’s age - oh please, she had hair and her period so she wasn’t a child - she switches tactics quick as a whip and leans hard on Roy’s family man ideals. She relentlessly forces him to confront the contradictions in his actions by reminding him he is destroying a family. Finally, when that fails too she delivers a violent threat. You will do as I ask, or I’m going to hurt you. The writing here was so masterful. They are opposites. We’re rooting for her, and yet, they mirror each other. Dot has been using manipulation tactics she learned at the hands of her abusers to carefully curate a place where she feels safe, and now that it’s all crumbling around her she’s finally starting to see it for herself.

Her scene with Gator was particularly poignant. Because when he comes in, he’s subdued and we get the feeling that he’s there (whether he’s going to admit it or not) purely because he wants to see her. Her, the big sister who used to comfort him while he watched his father abuse his mother. Who then replaced his mother and became his father’s wife while his own mother seemingly abandoned him. The way she plays him in this scene is so heartbreaking to watch but also incredibly insightful. She knows why he’s here: because deep down he wanted to see her. She dances back and forth between playing on their buried bond ( “I didn’t tell the FBI anything” implying, she wouldn’t tell them anything that would hurt him) and plucking on his insecurities (you’re sloppy, you’re weak, you’re a fuck up and your daddy doesn’t love you).

But the biggest card that Dot tries to play is Linda. She tells Gator that she saw her and tries to bring him into her fantasy that Linda got out and has healed from her trauma. That she loves him and never meant to leave him, and that everything will be okay if he just helps her get out. She can take him to his mother and they can leave all of this behind him, and he can finally be free to be the person that deep down she knows he wants to be. And I just love the way this scene was played. Because while it is tempting to believe that Dot is purely just confused from the accident and the sleep deprivation, the music lets us know that more is going on here. We hear flutes, specifically those played by snake charmers. Gator is the snake, and Dot is hypnotizing him before our very eyes. This isn’t the first time Gator has been connected to snake imagery/symbolism either. When Dot decides to tell him why he’s not named Roy after his father, she likens him to a pale little lizard. @tdciago did an excellent post on some of the symbolism we’ve seen in the show thus far, and it really emphasis how often Gator is likened to or associated with snakes: His character bio compares him to the snake in the Garden. His LOL tattoo has forked tongues on the Ls. He's got a "Don't tread on me" flag featuring a snake in his room. He stopped at the Gas 'n Go to "drain the snake." He left an empty Slim Jim wrapper in Donny Ireland's evidence box, that looked like a shed snakeskin. He said that Munch came up "snake eyes."

And as much as Dot’s speech about Linda is about playing on his natural yearning for his mother, it’s also about them too. It’s about Dot. In a way, Dot is also saying that she’s sorry. She never meant to leave him alone. She loves him and she wants things to be alright. They can be if you just help me. Gator obviously wants to believe what Dot is saying is true all of it, but he’s not as dumb as everyone seems to think he is. He knows Dot lies to herself and to others and he calls her out on it. With a single line “You’re lying. You’ve never once in your life told the truth.” we’re left to wonder about all the lies Dot has had to tell over the years. First in order to survive on her own as a teenage runaway, then when she was taken in by the Tillmans, and again when Linda disappeared and she became Roy’s wife.

She told herself that Linda got out, that she was somewhere safe and free and building the life that she wanted. At first she used this lie not to have to face the reality of Roy, of her own likely end, maybe even to appease the twisted sense of guilt she would feel taking Linda’s place and in the light of Gator’s grief over his mother’s sudden absence. Later, she probably used this lie to give herself the courage to be her own Linda. To get out and make the life for herself that she deserved, even if it meant having to leave Gator behind. Even if he doesn’t understand all of the pieces, in his heart of hearts Gator knows his mother is never coming back. She’s either gone or dead, and either way she left him just like Dot did, and Dot is lying to herself.

“I hope you die in here Nadine and that you never see your kid again.” Because that would be justice in his eyes. That would balance the scales. Because he’s never getting out, so why should she?

“No you don’t.” And it’s true. She knows him. Knows he wouldn’t even be here if he weren’t soft. She gave him an opportunity. This was Gator’s crossroad and he chose to stay his course, and the looming figure of Munch reinforces the message that Officer Witt Later delivers, the consequences for Gator are almost here.

Dot too is approaching a crossroad. Because as the episode progresses she is forced to finally confront one of the lies she’s been telling herself for years. Linda is dead. She never made it out. She’s buried under the windmill with Roy’s other enemies. This is not the first time that Dot has seen this windmill, because it was also in her dream about Linda. I would not be surprised if all of Roy’s wives did not witness a body going into that ground at some point or another because of how Karen was so quick to redirect Roy’s rage to Dot. They’re on different sides of the line but they are both fighting for the same thing. To be with their children and not to end up rolled into an early grave.

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Power Dynamics (Shouta Aizawa x Female Reader 1.7k)

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“What the hell were you thinking, Y/n?”

Shouta was fuming, staring down at his S/O, who was covered in all kinds of dirt and grime. It was supposed to be a peaceful day off for the two of them, but all hell broke loose around them after a villain attack. When they noticed what was happening, the pair had just left the bakery, picking up a small cake for after dinner that night. It was a robbery gone wrong, turned into an all-out war in the area between a group of lowly villains and heroes.

“Shou, you know I couldn’t just stand there and do nothing!”

“Yeah! And instead, you put that child and yourself in danger! You could have died. Do you not realize that?”

Shouta was pacing back and forth as the two argued in their shared apartment. Shouta couldn’t deny he was overprotective of his quirkless partner, but he had every right to be after what they did! Unfortunately, instead of going somewhere safe while Shota and the other heroes took care of the situation, she ran into the line of fire to help save a child. Being heroic is admirable, but not when it can cost your life.

“I get that I’m not as strong as you or the other heroes, but I’m not a damsel in distress, Shota! I can take care of myself!”

Shota’s eyes narrowed in response to her claim, his pacing slowing down until he stood right before her. Within a blink of an eye, she was pinned against the wall by Shota’s body, his hands holding tightly onto her hips. She could feel the heat radiating off him in this position, his anger all the more evident up close.

“Fine, if you can handle yourself, push me off.”

“Shota… this isn’t funny” She wasn’t scared or nervous at all, even with his angry gaze staring straight into her soul. Shouta would never hurt her. It wasn’t even a thought that crossed her mind. But this blatant display of the power he held over her angered her yet set a warmth coursing through her body.

“Show me how you would get free… show me how you would have protected yourself against the villain from earlier.” As he spoke, his fingers ran up the sides of her body, easily grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head.

Shouta leaned in until his nose brushed against hers, the air between the two thick with tension.

“Show me”

She knew she was supposed to be focused on breaking free, but she couldn’t help but be distracted by how close her lover was. His husky voice and his almost bruising grip on her wrists keeping her in place were intoxicating. It all made her mind wander. Neither seemed to be backing down, holding each other’s stares until the dam finally broke between them.

Sparks flew the moment their lips met in a heated passion, the mutual anger fueling the lust between them. It wasn’t often they had arguments like this, but in the heat of the moment, it always dissolved into this. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, letting go of her wrists he had pinned above her head to grab at her plush hips instead. He loved how her body felt in the palms of his hands, and any chance he got, his hands were roaming her body.

As soon as her wrists were free, she grabbed at his clothes, yanking his sweater over his head. As soon as it was off, he slipped his hands under her shirt, attempting to unclasp her bra. He didn’t get the chance to take it off as she pushed him away, his back hitting the hallway wall. They had been slowly shuffling towards the bedroom in the heat of the moment. But she didn’t want to wait any longer.

Her lips were on his neck, slowly sucking and kissing at his skin as she trailed down his chest till she was on her knees in front of him. She wasted no time working on unbuckling his belt, eventually tugging his pants and boxers down enough to let his cock free.

Even with how angry he was with her, Shota didn’t mind letting her take control of the situation, at least when she didn’t tease him. The way she licked at the tip of his half-hard cock, gently blowing air on it, making him shiver, made his eyes narrow as he looked down at her.

“Stop teasing”

“Make me”

As soon as the words left her lips, she knew she had made a mistake. The way his eyes widened in surprise just before that shit-eating grin appeared on his lips. He grabbed a handful of her hair with one hand, yanking down hard enough to jerk her head up to look at him.

“Open”

He could have forced her right away, pushing his cock against her lips till she relented, or dug his fingers into her jaw until she opened up. But this way was better, having her do it of her own free will, knowing she got herself into that situation by being a brat. It was a silent battle of wills as the two stared each other down, but after a few moments, she relented, slowly opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. Seeing her finally give in made him grin, admiring the view for a moment before he leaned forward, spitting into her mouth.

“Good girl”

Before she could react, Shota shoved his cock into her open mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat. She was so surprised that she gagged around his length, not that Shota cared. He started face fucking her without allowing her to adjust, controlling her pace with his grip on her hair.

“Can’t be a fuckin brat with my cock in your mouth.”

She was already a mess, drool running down her chin, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes from the force. But the best part was the expression on her face, watching as she slowly gave in, the anger fading into something more... submissive. He loved seeing her like this. He would never get enough of it. He moved his free hand to her cheek, gently wiping one of the tears that had run down her cheek. Even as he used and abused her mouth for his pleasure, the tenderness between them was always there.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to last very long with that sinful mouth of hers. As much as he would love to cum there, he had better plans. When he pulled her off his cock he helped her back onto her feet, his arms wrapping around her.

“Jump” His palms gripped her ass when she jumped, her legs wrapping around his waist to hold on to him. “God, you are going to be the death of me,” He mumbled before kissing her again, slowly making his way toward their bedroom. He somehow managed to kick the door open, the two stumbling into the room. Shota quickly tossed her onto the bed, making quick work of yanking her clothes off.

He took a moment to stand by the edge of the bed once she was undressed, perched on the bed, waiting for him with spread legs. He couldn’t help but admire his beautiful partner in front of him, each curve of her body, every blemish and imperfection he adored. Even when she was insufferable, throwing herself out in front of a villain to protect a child and putting herself in danger, he wouldn’t stop loving her.

“Take a picture. It will last longer.”

He snorted at that comment, rolling his eyes as he climbed on the bed with her. “Talking a lot of shit for someone who just had a dick in their mouth.” She was going to fire back with another snarky comment, but Shota was already lining up with her cunt, running his cock through her folds. “This soaked just from being a good girl on your knees for me? I’m flattered.”

Before she could respond, he had already sunk his cock into her, giving her no grace period before starting to fuck her. He was brutal with his thrusts, slamming his hips into hers with enough force to knock the breath out of her. “Fuck Shota!” She was clawing at his back, desperately trying to hold on to something.

It wasn’t anger that was driving him anymore, but fear. The fear of losing the love of his life to a villain or losing her at all. He needed to be close to her and forget about everything, and that’s precisely what he did.

They couldn’t get enough of each other. The desperate need to be one, it was electrifying for them. Neither spoke, only muffled moans and whines echoing in the room and the sound of skin slapping together.

They both knew when the other was close to their release, her cunt getting tighter around his cock, his moans growing more frequent. The silence between the two was broken when she finally spoke up. “Come inside me... Please” She was breathless, struggling to speak as he seemed to speed up his thrusts, bringing her right over the edge.

With a final cry of pleasure, she reached her high, Shota following shortly behind her. It washed over her in waves, her entire body trembling as the two held on to each other. She could feel his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his cum. The tension seemed to leave both of their bodies as they rode out their highs.

Neither spoke as they lay in each other’s arms, trying to catch their breath after such explosive highs. But soon, Shota pulled her closer until she lay on top of him, her head resting on his chest, his arm slung around her body.

“I can’t lose you, Y/n... You’re too precious to me.” His confession was barely above a whisper, as though he was nervous even to say it. He knew the risks of becoming close to people as a hero, which was why he hadn’t had a lover in years until she came along.

He would just have to protect her from the world.

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[gloryofroses19]

Passion of a Pilot

Main Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x wife!reader

Additional Pairing: Platonic! Phoenix x reader, Top Gun Pilots x chaotic antics

T/W: Allusions to sex

Sequel to Plight of the Pilots

Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw was blissfully asleep on his back. Between the stress of the mission, seeing Maverick, missing his wife and their subsequent reunion, he finally rested easy. After their third round, Bradley promptly passed out after gathering his wife into his arms and giving her explicit instructions to wake him up from his power nap in 10 minutes.  

Infatuated as always with her husband, [y/n] agreed and snuggled into his warm chest as his heartbeat and light snores filled her ears. She knew she tired him out when she coaxed him into the third round in two hours of their reunion. But Bradley Bradshaw rallied once his wife’s legs wrapped around his waist keeping him from creating any space between their bodies and murmured her praise and desire against his swollen lips. 

Laying across her husband’s broad chest, [y/n] wondered about the fickle nature of memory. She knew of mothers who spoke of having forgotten the pain of labor after their child was handed to them and soldiers who picked up their guns and bravely entered enemy territory despite losing a brother in arms. [y/n] wondered this as she caught her breath after what she would describe as the best sex she had with her husband. Between their almost 3 years together and the two previous rounds within the last two hours, she knew there must be other contenders for the title but none were coming into her mind. 

But before her memory could fully blossom, a consistent buzzing sound drew her attention. Sighing and turning onto her stomach, [y/n] removed herself from her husband to lean over the side of the bed. However, a large calloused hand stopped her. Leveling an irritable gaze at his wife, Lieutenant Bradshaw was not amused to be woken up by his wife leaving him. “Where are you going?” 

“Your phone is ringing.” [y/n] giggled as she busied herself with attempting to flatten his now messy hair. 

“So?” Closing his eyes, Bradley enjoyed the sensation of her nails lightly scratching his scalp. But just as soon as it started, the action ended, furthering his annoyance. “It could be important, baby.” 

Leaning over the side of the bed, [y/n] fished Bradley’s phone out of his flight suit pants before returning to her previous position laying on her stomach. Reviewing his phone screen, [y/n] was met with the sight of four missed calls and a slew of panicked texts from Phoenix and other callsigns that she recognized from Bradley’s days spent at Top Gun. 

When Phoenix’s name flashed across the screen, [y/n] answered by placing the phone on speaker. 

“God! Finally, I’ve been calling for forever! Where were you?” However, as quickly as Phoenix quickly, she cut [y/n] off anticipating an answer she didn’t want to know. “Wait, don’t answer that.” 

“Phoenix, you called for a reason?” Pressing his cheek against his wife’s naked back, Rooster did little to hide his grumpiness from this interruption. Chuckling at him, [y/n] moved to swat Bradley but found her accuracy impaired by their position. In response, the young Lieutenant began to place open mouth kisses along the expanse of her spinal column. 

“You need to get down to the canteen! Vice Admiral Simpson is asking for you both and we can only stall him for so long with praise of your concentrated studying habits Rooster!” 

“Oh, shit!” and a dial tone had Phoenix removing the phone from her ear and shaking her head. 

Eight minutes later, the returning Top Gun graduations were graced with the sight of Rooster Bradshaw entering the canteen joined at the hand with a woman. 

Phoenix laughed at their false appearance of casual demeanor. She knew for a fact that once the call ended the pair dressed in a panic like the goody-two shoes they were. 

A call of “Lieutenant Bradshaw '' brought the married pair at attention before the Vice Admiral. 

“I know I don’t need to remind you and your wife about the rules, Lieutenant.” 

“Sir?” Lieutenant Bradshaw did little to hide the confusion from his voice as he peered at his superior officer. Racking his brain, Rooster couldn’t understand what rules he had broken with [y/n], or at least ones the Navy would know about. As hard as it is, he hadn’t shared any top secret information with her and they were always careful about their long distance sexual pracitices. 

Sighing, Cyclone gave Rooster a tired look to prove how wasteful of his time he found this conversation. “We fully understand the importance of the support naval spouses provide to our men and women and therefore, allow their staying on base but remember you have a mission to complete. The Navy is your first and top priority.” 

“Glad of you to join us, your highnesses.” Phoenix teased as she rose to hug [y/n] after the Vice Admiral dismissed them. 

“Always happy to give the people what they want.” Rooster teased back as he introduced his wife to Fanboy, Payback, Bob and Coyote.

Slightly confused by the blush on Bob’s face and avoidant looks of Fanboy and Payback, [y/n] sent Phoenix a perplexed look as she and Rooster sat down. Shaking her head at [y/n], Phoenix hoped to save her from the mortification of knowing that her husband’s fellow caught a glimpse of their reunion hours earlier. 

“You guys not going to eat?” Coyote questioned as he watched Rooster place a kiss on her cheek after drawing [y/n] into his side leaving no space between their bodies. 

“We already ate.” Supplied Rooster as he busied himself stealing a fry off Phoenix’s plate. 

“I’m impressed you two found time to eat.” Payback’s comment sent all the male pilots at the table into gruff bouts of laughter like teenage boys in a locker room. 

“Let me guess, french toast dinner?” Phoenix broke in, saving Rooster from the annoyed glare [y/n] was sending his way. 

[y/n] rested her chin on her closed fist ignoring her husband’s attempted apologetic cheek kiss. “Well you know it’s my favorite Nat.” What Mrs. Bradshaw didn’t add was that it was especially her favorite when it’s cooked by a shirtless Mr. Bradshaw, or any Mr. Bradshaw if she was being honest. It was a tradition started by Rooster’s parents, where the first meal they had together was to be french toast as dictated by Lieutenant Nicholas ‘Goose’ Bradshaw. 

Joining her husband in stealing Phoenix's fries, much to the pilot’s displeasure, [y/n]’s eyebrow raised by Payback’s question. “Maybe Hangman is right, are you after Rooster’s girl, Phoenix?” 

“Hangman is never right!” Further emphasizing her point, Phoenix slapped [y/n]’s hand away. 

“Hey!” Bradley watched as a faux pout worked its way across his wife’s lips. Deciding that even a fake pout deserved no place on his wife’s lips, Bradley tilted her face towards him. Aware but unaffected by his peers, Bradley pressed a peck of kiss to [y/n]’s pouted lips. Effectively eliminating the pout from her lips and earning him a giggle, Bradley moved in to crush her lips against his again but a presence watching them stopped him. 

“Yuck, better watch it Baby on Board or I may hurl all over your sloppy joe.” Sporting his signature all American grin, Hangman pushed Bob over to sit across from Rooster and [y/n].  

“Mrs. Bradshaw, as I live and breathe.” 

“Hangboy.” 

Placing his forearms on the table, Hangman hardened his gaze at his fellow pilot’s wife hoping to goad her. “Man, it’s Hangman. I know it must be a hard concept considering you’re married to a child.”

“Bold of you to say considering you just said you’d puke after seeing PDA like a boy scared of getting cooties.” No stranger to Jake’s brand of biting and baiting, [y/n] Bradshaw wasn’t intimidated by his cocky smile and emerald gaze. 

Knowing when he met his match, Hangman backed off and instead turned toward the already raw nerve that was Rooster Bradshaw. 

“You always send a girl to fight your battles, Bradshaw?”

However, Hangman's mood dampened as the raw nerve that was Rooster was seemingly quelled. Rising from his seat, Rooster met Hangman’s gaze. “I’d want nobody but her to be my wingman in a dogfight.” Grabbing his signature sunglasses, Rooster held out his hand before exclaiming. “Come on baby, I feel a song coming on!”

Laughing at her husband's antics, [y/n] took Bradley’s hand. Looping her arms around Bradley’s neck, [y/n] made herself comfortable on his lap once at the piano bench. Sparing a glance at the room to confirm that all superior officers had left, Rooster’s lips crushed on hers unrestrained. Cupping her face with both hands, Rooster smiled as her fingers slid along his sculpted forearms to meet his hands for a brief moment until she nudged them to the piano keys.

A/N: Happy birthday to the number pilot of my heart Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw! A big thank you to everyone who voted for part 2, I hope this meets your expectations! And as always, any feedback is massively appreciated!

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[abitohoney]

Insatiable

CH2 - Once Bitten AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5 || CH6 || CH7

Vampire Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Story Tags: Vampire Sevika, Soft Sevika, liaison reader, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Grinding, Sexual Tension, Biting, Drinking, Smut, Clothed Sex, Blood, Canon-Typical Violence, Assault, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Minor Character Death, Vampire Silco, vampire Ran, definitely took some creative liberties on vampire lore here, Menstrual Sex, Menstruation Kink, Strap-Ons, Overstimulation

Word Count: 3.5k

Story Summary: As the new liaison between Piltover and the Undercity, you've been guided by the enigmatic escort Ran to meet with their boss- and fearsome criminal kingpin- Silco, as well as his alluring right-hand woman Sevika. You're well aware that plenty of shady things take place in the depths below, but there's something particularly mysterious about these three that you can't quite put your finger on.

AN: This is already in process over on AO3.

To your surprise, Silco had sent for you to come again the following week. You assumed that Sevika had lied to him about your last visit, covering up your sudden disappearance. But would she be there this time?

The lift ride and subsequent walk to the Last Drop was unnerving. You wanted desperately to ask Ran if Sevika would be there, but feared it would sound suspicious, especially when Ran knew you’d hightailed it out of there so quickly last time. So instead, you worried at the inside of your cheek, damn near chewing it raw.

When Ran swung the door open to Silco’s office you were greeted with an empty room. No Silco. No Sevika.

“Sit,” Ran instructed, nodding to the settee.

Flashbacks of the last time you’d been on that seat played behind your mind’s eyes. The way Sevika looked at you with such lust. The way her hand and mouth had moved across your skin in an almost possessive nature. The deep, hungry groans and growls that rumbled from her chest.

“Will Sevika be joining?” you asked without thinking as you took a seat. You realized your mistake too late, cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I- I mean will Silco be here soon?” you quickly attempted to cover your slip.

Unfortunately for you, it didn’t go unnoticed. Ran lifted a brow, their black lips curling into a knowing smirk. “Both will be here tonight,” they replied before heading to a small bar cart on the opposite side of the room. “Drink?”

“Oh. Sure. Whatever you suggest.” You could certainly use a drink with how fried your nerves were.

Hands fidgeting where they rested in your lap, you tried to distract yourself, observing the room's contents. You’d been in there over half a dozen times at least, but never really had time to take in your surroundings. You were usually too caught up in the mysterious and powerful aura both Sevika and Silco seemed to exude. Or more recently, just simply enthralled by Sevika in all aspects, many of which were unprofessional in nature.

On a small table just to the left of the settee sat a lovely gramophone. It looked surprisingly clean, as if it had been recently used. The thought of Silco or Sevika enjoying music brought a smile to your face. You honestly couldn’t imagine what either of them would fancy.

Silco’s large wooden desk was surprisingly ornate given the conditions of the Undercity. His tall, leatherback chair was just as regal. On one corner of his desk sat a pile of books, which from your position you couldn’t quite make out the titles. The opposite corner housed a lovely antique lamp and an ashtray covered in child-like neon-colored drawings, which you assumed his adoptive daughter had drawn. You’d yet to meet the young girl, but Sevika had mentioned her several times. Clearly those two did not favor each other.

Your observations were cut short when Ran showed up before you, metal hand extended to hand you a drink.

You took it with a quiet, “Thank you.”

Ran simply grinned in return, then headed for the door.

Were they really going to leave you in Silco’s office alone?

As if hearing your question, Ran turned to you before stepping out. “Sevika will be here soon.” They shot you one more impish grin before disappearing behind the door.

Something about the way they spoke- the way they looked at you- made you think they knew more than they should.

With a long sigh, you turned your attention to your drink. It was a dark amber color. You brought the glass to your nose and inhaled. Whiskey of some sort. A sip confirmed it, and burned your throat. Several coughs broke free despite your effort to hold them back, and as luck would have it, Sevika chose that moment to step in.

A single dark brow arched at your sputtering and watering eyes.

“Sorry,” you managed to get out between coughs, “Just not used to anything this strong.”

Sevika strode over to the settee without a reply.

After wiping away a few errant tears from your eyes, you realized Sevika was carrying her own drink.

Maybe she's nervous too?

She took a seat in her usual spot on the center of the settee, thighs spread wide.

The seat cushions sank beneath her weight, causing you to nearly tip into her. Righting yourself, you peered up at her. Gray eyes were on you, but her expression was stoic, unreadable.

Say something.

You took another, more careful, sip of your drink to calm your nerves and distract yourself.

Sevika moved her human arm to rest along the back of the seat, her hand once again just behind your head.

It made the little hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Your skin felt electric, as if any touch from her would send sparks flying. You swallowed hard, eyes darting to her lips as she brought her drink to them. The liquid in her glass was red. Bright red. Almost like wine, but not quite. Unable to look away, you watched with blatant interest as she pressed the clear glass to those delightfully soft lips. Lips you could remember pressed to your own. Lips that had hungrily moved along your skin. Lips that you were dying to feel again.

She downed the remainder of her drink in one go. Something akin to a groan pulled from her throat as she set the glass on the coffee table in front of the settee.

You could have sworn for a moment her pupils had grown wider, but as soon as you blinked, they were normal again. With your attention fixated on her lips again, you watched a small trickle of red liquid slip from the corner of her mouth.

Without thinking, you reached out and swiped your thumb across the stray liquid, smearing it across her lips before it could slide down her chin. You licked your own lips, mimicking what you expected her to do.

Sevika froze, wide gray eyes meeting yours.

Oh no.

Your eyes went equally wide.

What did you just do?

“I’m so sorry,” you blurted, quickly pulling your hand away. “That was inappropriate.” And then the dam broke and everything came flooding out. “I’m sorry about our last meeting too. I- I should not have let anything like that happen. I shouldn’t have come onto you like that. I stepped out of line, acted unprofessionally, and-”

“Hey!”

The sudden, gruff interruption had you closing your mouth immediately. You met her eyes again, fearful you had further upset her. But you were surprised to see an expression you had never expected to see on Sevika. She was frowning, red-stained lips downturned and gray eyes glistening.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” she said, much quieter now that she had your attention. She turned away, staring off to the other side of the room. “I can’t explain why I reacted the way I did, but it’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Her eyes met yours again. “I wanted to keep going.”

“Really?” you asked breathlessly.

“Yes.”

She wanted to keep going?

Well, so did you.

"Silco's not going to be here for a while, is he?" You asked with a small playful smile. You knew damn well by that point these early arrivals were for her personal benefit.

"No."

You took one last gulp of your liquid courage before setting it on the coffee table. “Well, we can pick up where we left off,” You said softly and placed a hand on her thigh. “If you want to.”

Sevika’s throat bobbed, then her gaze dropped to where your fingers splayed along her leg.

You could practically see the gears turning in her head, and Janna you couldn’t take the silence. Couldn’t take not knowing if she would reject or accept your advances. Maybe whatever had bothered her last time still lingered. You didn’t want to push her.

Before you could withdraw your hand, she finally met your eyes and answered with a husky, “I want to.”

Your heart leapt to your throat. Without hesitation, as if pulled to her body by some invisible force, you moved to straddle one of her thighs. You wrapped your arms around her neck and brought your mouth to hers before she could react. You traced the length of her lips, expecting something sweet, something fruity, like wine. Instead you were met with something entirely different. Almost coppery in flavor.

But before you could dwell on that any longer, you felt her hands grasp your waist and drag you further up her thigh. The friction against your clothed heat left you moaning against her mouth.

She took the opportunity of your parted lips to dip her tongue inside, swiping over yours hungrily. She lifted you up off her thigh, just enough to scoot you further back before setting you down and dragging you towards her again.

You broke the kiss to gasp, pleasure radiating from between your legs. When you felt her lift to repeat the motion, you rocked against her, further increasing that delightful friction.

She let you take the lead and set the pace, her hands helping guide your grinding. Pupils wide, she watched with fascination as your face contorted in pleasure. Greedy eyes fell to your parted lips just before she leaned forward to capture your bottom lip between her teeth and pull.

Her bite was oddly sharp, drawing a startled yelp from you. Though it quickly dissolved into a soft moan as her teeth relinquished their hold so she could suck the stinging flesh into her mouth.

Your hips stuttered, breaking the rhythm as the tension inside you quickly built.

She finally released your lip, allowing you to roll your head back as another moan spilled out. She took the opportunity to kiss down the stretched length of your neck, nipping and licking along the way. With her nose buried in the crook of your neck, she inhaled deeply, groaning as your scent filled her head.

“You- You like- my perfume?” you managed to moan out between the rocking of your hips.

She took another deep breath. “Mhmm.”

“I- wore it- just for you.”

You could feel her lips curl against your neck. “Trying to court me?” she murmured.

A breathy laugh slipped past your parted lips. “I- think- we’re long past- that point.”

Running her nose up along the column of your throat, she groaned huskily, “You smell so fucking sweet.” Then her voice lowered, so deep and quiet you almost couldn’t hear over the blood buzzing in your ears, “Bet you taste even sweeter.”

“Sevika,” you moaned, hips stuttering again as a warm wave of pleasure coursed through your body.

Janna, her deep, sensual voice was heaven sent.

Next thing you knew, she had you flipped onto your back, head atop one of the pillows. You blinked up at her, startled by the sudden move, but the moment she worked her knee between your legs, you were right back where you’d left off.

You mewled as she started grinding against you in earnest, working herself against your thigh at the same time. Never had you thought fucking with your clothes on could feel so damn good. Your head rolled back against the pillow, leaving you exposed to her, inviting her back.

And she took the invitation.

Her mouth latched onto your neck again, chest rumbling against yours as she growled hungrily. Fingers gripped harshly at your waist, preventing you from meeting her thrusts.

You were getting to that blissful precipice much quicker than you were prepared for, that coil wound tight in your belly and ready to snap at any moment. Desperate to chase that release, you whined at your inability to rock with her.

“Sevika, please,” you whimpered.

Rather than release or loosen her grip, she increased it, nails biting at your skin through your clothing. In the back of your mind you prayed she wouldn’t stop like she had last time she got this worked up.

Then her pace quickened.

Her mouth on your neck was relentless. Sucking, licking, and dragging teeth. Her breath was wild, ragged, and desperate. Her groans rumbled deep from her chest with each thrust of her hips.

The air in the room suddenly became suffocatingly dry, hot and thick. Her scent- the smell of cigarillos, smoke, and the musk of her arousal- flooded your head.

You reached your hands out blindly to bury them in her hair as you helplessly attempted to meet her thrusts.

Your head began to spin. You felt dizzy- overwhelmed by her presence. Her hands on your hips. Her mouth on your neck. Her grunts and groans. Her intoxicating smell. Her power over you.

You wanted to give yourself to her.

You would give yourself to her.

“Please Sevika,” you mewled.

Sharp teeth dragged up the side of your neck.

The coil in your belly threatened to snap. “I’m so close!”

Her human hand shot up to cover your mouth, muffling your cries of ecstasy when you finally fell off that cliff.

Bright white light flashed behind your closed eyes as pleasure crashed over your body like waves. Every muscle in your body spasmed, her name a faint moan against her hand.

But just when you thought those waves were turning into the rippling aftershocks, an unexpected sharp pain radiated from two tiny points along the side of your neck.

A cry ripped from your throat, muted by the press of Sevika’s hand over your mouth. Your eyes flew open to stare wildly at the rafters above. Your body shook helplessly beneath the weight of her body. Bright red took over your vision, like blood slowly dripping down the scene before you.

Heat seared through your veins like fire, but pleasure continued to pulse from your core. Blood roared in your ears, drowning out the ravenous groans of Sevika as she remained latched onto your neck and grinding against your thigh.

Your vision grew darker and darker. The roaring in your ears louder and louder. The pain mixed pleasure stronger and stronger until–

Darkness.

Silence,

Numbness.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open, consciousness creeping back. When your vision finally came into focus you didn’t find yourself staring up at your bedroom ceiling as you expected. Instead you were left with the familiar image of large rafters running along a tall ceiling. Bright neon doodles decorating the beams.

Silco’s office.

You jolted upright, head spinning at the sudden shift.

What the hell happened?

As you peered forward in a daze, you were met with mismatched eyes. Surprisingly bored mismatched eyes.

“I see you’ve finally decided to join the waking,” Silco drawled from his seat behind his desk.

Blinking several more times, you tried to recall what had happened. How you had ended up passed out on Silco’s settee. “I- I’m so sorry,” you whispered. “I’m- not sure what happened.”

Silco set down the paperwork he’d been holding to fully regard you. “It would appear to me that you fell asleep on my settee.”

You were no stranger to Silco’s snark and wit, but that was not the time or place you wished to be on the receiving end of it.

Sevika.

You were with Sevika.

“Where’s Sev-” before you could finish your question, a jolt of pain sprang from a point in your neck as your head swiveled to search for her. You gasped, handing shooting up to touch the side of your neck. The moment your fingers made contact, you were rattled again, but this time by a wave of pleasurable heat. A short, blurred vision appeared behind your eyes.

A woman’s face. Sevika’s face. Pupils wide and hungry.

A quiet, unexpected moan pulled from your throat.

Whatever it was, quickly faded, replacing your pain and pleasure with the horrifying realization that you had just moaned in front of Silco. Your cheeks burned red hot.

Could this night… day?... get any worse?

“I’m so sorry!” you blurted out as you sprang to your feet.

You gave Silco no time to respond, immediately booking it for the door, by which Ran stood wearing that damned knowing smirk. They opened the door for you- bless them- allowing you to bolt out without any hesitation.

“Hold up speedy,” Ran called after you.

“I don’t need to be escorted. Thank you!” you called back without looking, running down the stairway as quickly as you could. You made it no further than the last step when you felt metal fingers wrap around your wrist. You spun around to face Ran, your eyes wide.

“Can’t do that. Boss’s orders,” Ran explained with a raise of their brow, challenging you to argue.

Heart hammering in your chest, your eyes flitted to the large group of Silco’s lackeys now watching your little scene from their seats around the bar. You swallowed, then turned back to Ran’s expectant face.

Janna, you wanted nothing more than to get away from Ran. They had to have heard your inappropriate little outburst as well. How would you even explain that?

‘Sorry, I was just remembering doing terribly unprofessional, dirty things with your co-worker when I was supposed to be helping your city.’

“O-okay,” you finally gave in. You couldn’t make even more of a scene by trying to refuse their service. Especially not with the hoard of Silco’s men and women watching. Any of which could very easily force you into submission.

“Good girl,” Ran purred with a playful grin.

What?

Before you could fully process that response, you found yourself being gently guided through the exit, Ran’s metal hand resting at the small of your back.

- - - - - - - - - -

The entire way back home, you wracked your brain for what had happened. Not much time had seemed to pass since your last recollection. It was still the dead of night, the moon in the Piltover sky above not that far from where it had been when you left earlier that night. You guessed not more than a few hours could have passed.

Yet, you couldn’t seem to recall what all had happened. When you had fallen asleep. Why you had fallen asleep.

You remembered sitting on the settee with Sevika. Just the two of you. Both drinking.

The drink.

Had that been why you’d passed out? It was a particularly strong drink compared to what you were accustomed to. But could that really have knocked you out that quick and that hard?

Bits and pieces of your time with Sevika started to emerge, but not enough to make sense of the events in whole. She had admitted she wanted to continue where you two had left off at the prior meeting, to which you made advances. There were moments of her mouth on yours. On your neck. Her hands gripping at your hips. Your bodies grinding together. Pleasure. So much pleasure.

But then it all blurred too much.

Mind back to the present, you made your way to your bathroom. Perhaps a nice, hot shower could do you some good. Calm your nerves and clear your mind.

After turning the water as hot as you could handle, you stripped down, tossing your clothes into a nearby hamper.

Steam quickly filled the small room as you closed your eyes and scrubbed your body. Your thoughts however, couldn’t seem to stray from earlier that night.

Did you end up meeting with Silco? Or did you pass out with Sevika and she just left you there, not wanting to disturb you?

Once you finished rinsing off, you grabbed a towel and worked it over your body as you made your way to your sink. With one hand, you swiped across the foggy mirror above, revealing your very tired looking face staring right back at you.

And that’s when you saw it.

Two small marks along the side of your neck. The same place you’d touched earlier in Silco’s office. You wiped the mirror again, then craned your neck to inspect it closer. They appeared to just be tiny, circular puncture wounds, but they were mostly healed. Didn’t appear fresh.

Odd.

Hesitantly, you brought your fingers to the marks, remembering what had happened when you touched them the first time. Just a brush against the marks and your legs nearly gave way. Pleasure hit you like a shockwave and another memory replayed in your head.

Red. Dark red. You were gazing up at the rafters in Silco’s office. But everything was in shades of red. And there was a deep, rumbling groan against your neck.

Sevika.

You shook your head, knocking yourself out of the stupor. Your gaze fell to where your hands gripped the sides of the sink so hard your knuckles threatened to turn white.

What did these memories mean? Why the red? Why did Sevika sound so… feral?

Realizing you weren’t going to find the answers on your own, you decided you would pay a visit to Sevika the following day. She’d certainly be able to clear everything up.

CH3>>

#arcane #sevika #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #arcane sevika x reader #fanfic #honey writes #ran #arcane ran

[starwell-tarot]

What are stans of different Ateez members like? A tarot reading ✨

Hello peeps and atinys; I had this idea cross my mind one day, hmm I wonder what fans of a specific idol would be like. Would they take after the idol or be completely different?

I thought it would be a very interesting social experiment to do so I chose Ateez!

I asked three questions per member:

1. What are stans of (member) like in general?

2. What do stans of (member) have in common with each other?

3. What about (member)'s personally attracts his stans to stan him?

From what I've seen, i think they have a chance to at least a little bit accurate 😂 You guys will be the judges! Let me know who you stan and if it is accurate for you or not! It is an experiment after all, let's discuss and get to know each other better! 🖤

Disclaimer: This is for fun purposes only and should be treated as such. Tarot can absolutely be wrong.

TW: mentions of anxiety and insecurities

Hongjoong stans: The rebels

How are Hongjoong stans like (in general) // the high priestess, the emperor R, VI of wands

Hongjoong stans are people who want to carry themselves in the world with pride. They want to showcase/ achieve confidence in who they are and also inspire others to do the same. Their power comes from within, from their self knowledge, from the fact that they know that things in the world cannot stop them from being themselves and living their own truth. They want to be the complete leaders of their own lives and not be afraid to speak up or stand out in a crowd.

What do Hongjoong stans have in common? // II of wands R

Hongjoong stans want to carve out their own path in life. They don't want to follow the norms or give in to what others want out of them when it comes to their life path.

What about Hongjoong's personality attracts Hongjoong stans? // Wheel of fortune, page of wands

Hongjoong stans love how he appears to be so fearless, so unafraid of failure, setbacks, opposition or hardship. One could say Hongjoong 'makes his own luck' with the way he shapes his reality to make the best out of it no matter what happens. All cycles in life can be reformed, rules can be rewritten, perspectives can be changed. Hongjoong strives to reform all those cycles and make this world a better place, and Hongjoong stans are highly thankful of that and want to follow in his lead and do the same.

Hongjoong stans might have prominent fire placements (Aries, Leo, Sagittarius) in their natal chart.

Seonghwa stans: Energetic angels

Also known as the ones who gave me way too many cards

How are Seonghwa stans like (in general) // The Star R

Seonghwa stans are gentle and pure beings. They are optimistic despite the circumstances in society or the hurt they've felt before, and believe in a better world yet to come. Their hopeful persona makes them shine out between their peers as having an almost healing-aura. They can be quite quirky and definitely love helping out people.

What do Seonghwa stans have in common? // VIII of Wands, Knight of Wands

Seonghwa stans are very determined and passionate people. They tend to get really fired up and excited over their likings and tasks, and put a lot of drive into whatever they do. Sometimes they can become quite hyperfocused, even. They might also have a tendency to make impulsive decisions and make it their mission to learn self control throughout their lives.

What about Seonghwa's personality attracts Seonghwa stans? // Death R, King of Pentacles R, III of Swords R

Seonghwa reminds his stans that every single new day is a new beginning. And that new day, can always be turned around to something positive, wether it is a productive day or a day of healing. I get the message that Seonghwa heals people's inner child, actually. His balance of being a responsible, productive adult and a pure hearted boy who loves his Lego and friends, it makes people feel reassured. You can be both, you don't need to kill off parts of yourself to be proper or successful. The inner child is scared they will always be stressed and tired - but Seonghwa reassures them it doesn't have to be that way, he takes them gently by the hand and allows them to play around and get excited again.

I'm not crying you're crying, wHat

Seonghwa stans might have very balanced natal charts in terms of the distribution of the 4 elements, but there is definitely clear mention of Aquarius, Scorpio, Aries, Sagittarius and Leo.

Yunho stans: The ones with tense shoulders

How are Yunho stans like (in general) // The high priestess R

Yunho stans may have a very developed intuition, and they're observant and wise. Their intelligence guides them well in life, and they might also be very introspective, knowing themselves well and being in touch or aware of their thoughts/feelings. That  makes them very grounded and self sufficient, their power comes from within and the connection they have with themselves. They might also have an interest towards mysteries, the occult or spirituality, perhaps they're psychics or witches.

What do Yunho stans have in common? // Knight of pentacles R

Yunho stans are diligent, cautious and responsible. They're the types to really think things through before saying/doing anything, weighting their options carefully so that they don't end up in risky or detrimental situations. However, sometimes when weighting options they discover none of them are actually satisfactory for them, so they often look for loopholes, therefore making them a bit rebellious too even if it looks like they always play by the rules. Also might be prone to procrastination, missing the initial push of going through with something because their minds are racing to find the perfect way to do something.

What about Yunho's personality attracts Yunho stans? // X of pentacles & king of pentacles

They admire Yunho's ability to look spontane and carefree. Perhaps he isn't fully like that on the inside, but on the outside Yunho looks to be such a loving, optimistic person who can be content with life. He gives off the vibe that everything and anything can be handled when the time arises and that there's always a way for things to be okay. That is very comforting to Yunho stans, who might struggle with going with the flow or letting things be out of their control.

Yunho stans might have prominent earth placements in their natal charts (Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn).

I'm a Yunho stan and this is hella accurate for me

Yeosang stans: the truth seekers

What are Yeosang stans like (in general) // The Tower R

Yeosang stans are honest and straightforward with their expression. If they don't like something, they express it. Likely to be opinionated (in a good way) and go getters. They are driven and motivated, and even if they might not realize it, very tough and resilient. Even if they are afraid of facing failure, they still persue their goals and desires with genuinity.

What do Yeosang stans have in common? // Ace of Swords R

Yeosang stans might feel confused or anxious very often. They have many ideas, and like I mentioned previously they have a fear of failure and it's making them insecure about the best way to approach things. Both skeptical and curious, Yeosang stans question everything all the time - their own morals, beliefs, society's as well. Finding the answers to all these questions tends to overwhelm them and make them overthink, or stop them from even making a decision at all.

What about Yeosang's personality attracts Yeosang stans? //  IX of Cups

They love how he isn't afraid to voice out his dissatisfaction. Yeosang is known to be quite the truth spitting Queen, and Yeosang stans absolutely adore that. They love his humour and the way he knows his own worth. They probably find him very like-minded to themselves.

Yeosang stans might have prominent Scorpio, Gemini, Aquarius, Libra and Pisces in their natal chart.

San stans: the emotion swimmers

What are San stans like (in general) // IX of Cups R, X of Pentacles

San stans are very emotional beings by nature. They don't care much about material things and probably all the things they do is for the better of their family. (That could also be friends or lovers of course, people close enough to consider your family.) They probably also prefer the indoors and conferable spaces and people. They tend to have a pretty thick protective bubble around themselves and might not open up easily to people. Afraid to get hurt, they want to protect their emotional welfare at all costs.

What do San stans have in common? // The hanged Man

San stans are probably very anxious about the way they are seen by others, and/or have a bad vision of themselves. They've often felt out of place or different in their lives and that has made them very self judgemental or self-condescending.

What about San's personality attracts San stans? // Ace of Cups R

They love how San is an endless overflowing fountain of love. Wether he's offering love outward to his family, friends or fans, or he's offering love to himself through self-love, San is always so loving. He's so comfortable with the feeling and so unafraid of it, it baffles San stans. Love is San's biggest strength, and San stans often need some of that strength. There's a mutual exchange of love and strength and hearts beat a bit happier.

Wow I'm corny

San stans might have predominant water placements (Scorpio, Cancer, Pisces) in their natal charts.

Mingi stans: the badasses

What are Mingi stans like (in general) // Queen of Swords

Mingi stans are quite tough and resilient people. They are fighters, not afraid to get their hands dirty. Independent and self-reliant, they constantly search for more wisdom to help them out in life, too. In some cases, they can even be grumpy cats, but for the most part I would call them realists.

What do Mingi stans have in common? // Knight of Cups

Mingi stans chase after real feelings and real connections. Their feelings and thoughts run very deep and they can't stand being shallow about anything. Due to their intelligence and devotion, their dreams are never too far away. They follow their heart with grace and know how to make decisions that will lead them to live a fulfilling life. They're romantic and charming.

oMg sexy beasts hello

What about Mingi's personality attracts Mingi stans? // The Hanged Man R, IX of Pentacles R, Queen of Pentacles R

Mingi stans appreciate how different Mingi is. He's unique in their eyes, and they love listening to the views he has about the world. It feels eye opening to them. Mingi also just .. melts their hearts. Perhaps Mingi stans usually strive to be in control, tough and pokerface, but they can't do that when it comes to Mingi. Their hearts go badum and they get heart eyes. He warms them up on any cold day.  They want to protect him at all costs and shower him with affection. 

Mingi stans might have a pretty balanced natal chart of air, water and earth.

Wooyoung stans: the loving wild cats

How are Wooyoung stans like (in general) // Judgement

Wooyoung stans are open minded philosophers and fearless explorers. They view life kinda like a journey, of ups and downs which can teach you many important lessons. They could probably write a novel of all the important life lessons they've lived that they keep close to their mind. And they're always open for more, more experiences, more knowledge and adventure. They are also likely to be oriented towards social justice, and be very keen on enforcing good morals and getting rid of closed-mindedness in the world.

What do Wooyoung stans have in common? // King of cups

Wether they are introverted or extroverted, Wooyoung stans actually love spending time with people. If they're not popular and with a lively group of friends, they surely have those few people they love to the moon and back and wouldn't mind spending all day with. Wooyoung stans know how to gracefully receive the gifts of love given to them by their community or close circle, and they're friendly and empathic too, in return. But sometimes, they might wear their heart on their sleeve without realizing.

What about Wooyoung's personality attracts Wooyoung stans? // Strength R

They love his wild and untamed nature. They love how he isn't afraid to show off his true colors all the time. The raw honesty of his personality, wether it's something socially accepted or something seen as weird, is very attractive to Wooyoung stans. They admire it and probably aspire to have such courage of expression, too.

Wooyoung stans might have prominent Scorpio, Pisces, Cancer or Leo in their natal chart.

Jongho stans: The champions

How are Jongho stans like (in general) // Knight of Sowrds R

Jongho stans are absolute warriors. They are headstrong and courageous, their intelligence aiding them greatly in powering through any obstacle and overcoming any challenge. They are oriented towards fighting for justice and love spreading words of encouragement to their peers.

What do Jongho stans have in common? // IX of Pentacles R, Queen of Wands

Jongho stans are honest and genuine. Despite their strong will and courage, they are not reckless or chaotic, they are actually quite calm and down to earth. But they do know when you fire up, and stand their ground. Their confidence and fierceness makes them very charismatic in the eyes of many.

What about Jongho's personality attracts Jongho stans? // II of Pentacles R

They appreciate how Jongho picks his own fights. He puts upmost priority of what and whom is important to him, and zones in on that. He's always concerned with being the best at what he does, (aka in his preferred domain) he doesn't try to be the best at things that don't concern him. He sets his priorities tight. Plus, Jongho stans find him very motivating and empowering. He puts fuel on their fire, puts gas in their tank. To them, he's living proof that nothing is impossible if you have the drive to do it.

Jongho stans have predominant air and fire placements in their natal charts.

I thought this to be so interesting. For most, it turned out the stans were really similar to the idol, but then Mingi and Yunho... LMAO. It's cool there's some ying yang energy in there too!

Thank you for reading and let's discuss!

#tarot readings #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #tarotblr #ateez headcanons #ateez atiny #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #mingi #san #wooyoung #jongho #kpop #kpop tarot

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hi there Author! I just want you to know that i love the way you write ror stories it really makes my day better. If its ok if i request a story? A bit of angsty if that's ok, its about Poseidon x demi-goddess reader, the reader is a queen of atlantis poseidon married her because Amphitite is a abusive mother and neglects her duty as a queen so he divorce her. The reader was once a human but became a demi goddess because Poseidon turn her like that in order to become a mother to his children and become a queen. They made a contract that states that when Triton poseidon heir turns into a adult they can divorce, reader accepts it but as a time goes by triton and reader developed a special bond like a real mother and son relationship, she also fell in love to poseidon and respect him as a good ruler but not a good husband since poseidon never treats her like a wife more like a business partner. But even though he acts like that the reader treats him well and because of that Poseidon and triton finally experience the family bond that he thought its for the weak gods or human he's still stoic but he care to his son and maybe he think the reader as a trustworthy or equal (and he would never admit it).

After a centuries Triton became an adult and reader is the one who initiates divorce because she couldn't stand a loveless marriage and she wants to do what she wants this time like exploring different places, find a new hobby, and maybe find a man who will love her. Poseidon deny it and find excuses (cause lets be honest he is too prideful and oblivious to his feelings towards the reader). Hades being good a brother in law decided to advise his brother to proper court the reader and tell him that he loves her. At first poseidon denies it until the final straw is when the reader is talking to some human/god and makes the reader smile and laugh cause he is jelouse

This was inspired in manhwa and wattpad. And im sorry if its too long... Im not good at explaining things... Have a good day Author!😊😊😊

-It had been almost five hundred years since you married the coldest god in Valhalla, in a contract marriage.

-Your family and you had been stunned with Poseidon himself asked for your hand in marriage, to help raise his son, Triton, after his ex-wife, Amphitrite, was discovered abusing not only Triton  but her position to gain more power for herself, to overthrown Poseidon.

-Poseidon publicly divorced her, shaming her and announced the crimes she had committed before he secretly killed her himself to avenge his child.

-Your father and Poseidon were friends and allies, and they both knew that you had a bright mind, able to fulfill the duties of a queen and to take care of Triton.

-It was a loveless marriage, a contract marriage, meant for gains, Poseidon would have a queen who would help him rule and Triton would be raised properly with nurturing care.

-The contract drafted out, which you agreed to, would allow for an amicable divorce once Triton came of age, and in turn your family would receive more power in Poseidon’s kingdom.

-The relationship between you and Poseidon was professional, but not cold, you grew to respect and admire Poseidon over the years, as he proved why he was one of the strongest gods out there, he was truly a king. You said nothing of it, but you fell for the stoic king, who you could tell was putting up a harsh demeanor to command respect from others.

-In turn, Poseidon came to respect you, you were a brilliant queen, able to make decisions, plan things out, and together you turned his kingdom into a prosperous empire.

-The relationship between you and Triton was much more public and open, as Triton, while nervous around you at first, came to adore you and you adored him and raised him like a mother should, with so much love, care, and a guiding hand.

-You taught Triton so many things, not just about kingdom affairs and politics, you thought him things that anyone should now, like how to survive out in the wilderness, how to hunt, sew, and you surprised everyone by being the one to train Triton with swords yourself, being an expert yourself.

-Poseidon felt himself soften around you over the years, he saw how happy you made Triton and how happy you made his subjects, so in turn, you made him happy.

-When Triton celebrating becoming an adult, you celebrated with him and Poseidon, Triton actually sweeping you into his arms, dancing joyfully with you which made you smile warmly up at you son.

-You may have not given birth to him, but you raised and loved him, he was your son.

-Poseidon was stunned, the following day after Triton’s coming of age, when you presented him with the divorce papers.

-You were surprised but also a bit confused on why he was so shocked, as he was the one who wanted this in the first place.

-Poseidon tried to deny you, “You are the queen of this kingdom! You’re the one who helped it grow and thrive, why do you want to leave?” he remained silent about the second part, wanting to ask why you want to leave him as he had seen your adoration of him, he knew of your feelings.

-Your hands came to your hips, “I came here to fulfill a duty, one that has been met. Despite helping you make your kingdom thrive, I no longer wish to be in a loveless marriage. I want to go and see my family and find someone who is going to love me!”

-Poseidon was furious, as his pride wouldn’t let him admit his feelings for you, gritting his teeth as you walked out of his life.

-Hades, seeing his younger brother in such a state, when he came to visit, as he knew about the arrangement, offered his advice, “Court her then, show you that you truly do care about her if you don’t want to lose Y/N.”

-Poseidon just grumbled, ignoring the advice until he saw you out in the gardens with Triton, walking around together. When Triton stepped away, another god who had been following you both, approached, giving you a rose.

-When Poseidon saw the smile come to your lips and the color to your cheeks, seeing you happy about getting such gently affection, he walked out, after destroying his desk.

-Hades couldn’t help but grin when he showed up, demanding his elder brother help him.

-When Poseidon approached you while you were sitting in the garden, as you had to wait for him to sign the divorce documents, which he had been ‘forgetting’ to do, with a bouquet of pale pink roses, your favorite, you were stunned.

-He was bright red, not even looking at you, acting so shy as you took the flowers before he walked off, letting out a sigh of defeat as his ears turned red as well.

-That was very unusual for him, seeing him in such a way and you weren’t sure how to feel, he never did anything like that for you in the past five hundred years.

-You found a card in the flowers, with a note from Poseidon, ‘Don’t leave me’ you felt your heart soften, just a bit.

-You were going to remain strong however, if he really wanted you to stay and be his queen, he was going to have to show you that he truly did love you.

-You didn’t need him to do anything publicly, as you knew he was a private person, but he needed to prove to you and you alone, that he wanted to keep you by his side.

-It was definitely a process, as he was quick to learn than your love couldn’t be bought with lavish gifts.

-He turned to both Hades and Triton both, asking for advice and what you liked, swearing both of them to secrecy, but they thought it was amusing to see Poseidon so shy about courting you.

-The small meaningful gestures, written notes with sweet words, thoughtful gifts like pressed flowers, asking you to join him for afternoon tea, those were the things that you appreciated more.

-Poseidon had to learn you were nothing like Amphitrite, spoiled, vain, always wanting more, that was something that Poseidon had come to appreciate, that you didn’t care for him for his power, you cared about him for him.

-You were the one to toss the divorce documents into the fire, shocking him before you gave him a grin, “Don’t think you’ve won yet, handsome. You still got a long way to go.”

-You never mentioned it, but the smile that appeared on his face, one that he thought you didn’t see, made you feel so fluffy inside, before he chased after you, trying to act cool, asking to escort you as his queen shouldn’t be seen without her king.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon