#I think he fucking hated children u til he was presented with two children and he made a choice

[amethysttribble]

Me earlier this week: I just don’t find complaints very fun, it’s not my manner of expression, things have been heated lately, maybe I should take a step back, and make a post expressing my appreciation for vastly different character interpretations-

Me today: im choosing war

#complaining below if you read this it’s on you: #I’d be soooo curious to know which post allegedly going around disparages ‘gentle Maglor’ to the degree that’s it’s required TWO responses #and if it’s MY POST #which has 20 fucking notes and links to those WONDERFUL silm writers guild write #*write ups #im gonna be even more furious #are people that fucking weird about Maglor? #try having Celegorm as your fav feanorion and then come complain to me about people having character interpretations you don’t like #I think Maglor started off in Valinor as prideful and vain and #and a fucking asshole who acted more like Feanor than any of the brothers save Curvo #and the war broke him down to the person we see take in E&E #I think he fucking hated children u til he was presented with two children and he made a choice #and he was GOOD to them and he LOVED #and they loved him! #and if that precludes ‘gentle’… that on you #if it precludes ‘uwu soft brother’ it does #me chanting to myself: you’ve made your hcs clear in your fics you don’t need to defend them; you’ve made your hcs clear in your fics- #don’t mind me #im winging PLEASE don’t mind me #tribble post

[slutsfordoves]

i would give you my first-born for some valdo/jaskier!! maybe a/b/o, omega jaskier and his alpha boyfriend valdo are using the pull-out method so that jaskier doesn't get pregnant. but valdo is starting to get tired of knotting his fist, so he decides that enough is enough and finally comes inside jaskier even despite the other man's protests. jaskier is absolutely horrified and heart-broken afterwards, because how could the love of his life do this to him?

S U R E HERE YOU GOOOOOOOO

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“Oh, I couldn't imagine caring for a child. They're an awful mess.”

Jaskier rolled to his side. Valdo shifted to catch him in his arms, their bodies filling the space of Valdo’s narrow daybed. They had only just woken from a midday nap, tangled together; and after many long, languid touches and kisses exchanged in the liquid afternoon sunlight, Valdo had said, “Have you thought about it, Jaskier? As you said you would?”

Jaskier went on.

“And anyway, what kind of a mother would I be? You know I'm made of unsturdy stuff. I'd faint the first time it came to change a diaper. No, better to live life unfettered. Don’t you think so, Valdo?”

Valdo made a soft humming sound. Jaskier could feel the press of Valdo’s nose, then his mouth, to the back of his neck. This hum did not sound disappointed, exactly. But it also did not sound as though Valdo were willing to drop the matter entirely.

“I think you'd make a fine mother,” Valdo said, after some time. “I’ve read stories of mothers who don’t really come around to it ‘til the child’s already nursing. They don’t regret it. Not once they’ve seen the babe.”

Fine and good for them, Jaskier wished to say; but Valdo had sounded unnaturally plaintive. Jaskier suspected this was a desire Valdo had long held secret for fear of his reaction, and Jaskier didn’t want to hurt him.

“It isn’t really the time for children, either way,” he demurred. “There’s years left to decide. I’ve got my studies and you’ve got your apprenticeship. We don’t need to worry about it so soon.” A thought struck him, and he turned his head to purr against Valdo’s mouth. “And we can always play-act while we’re waiting. Won’t you breed me, Alpha? I feel so empty without you.”

Valdo didn’t answer. Rather, he bit him, gently, and rolled on top of him, and slipped his half hard cock inside of him. Jaskier was still wet from their earlier fucking. It was easy to take. He pressed himself into the daybed and immersed himself in being soundly buggered. When once again Valdo had drained himself and had drifted off into a shallow slumber atop him, Jaskier similarly allowed himself to fall to sleep, thinking the matter settled.

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Jaskier woke with a start. He was no longer on the day bed, but instead in the bedroom; the curtains were corded tight, and the windows shut. The whole room felt humid, the air swampy and stale. The sheets beneath him were drenched with sweat.

“It’s so hot,” he gasped. ”Valdo, what’s going on? I’m so. Oh.”

He shifted the smallest bit and what felt like a deluge of slick slipped out of him, wetting his thighs, further wetting the sheets and the mattress. His cocklet, trapped between himself and the mattress, was aching. Indeed, the whole of him ached. A thick wave of disgust washed over him, and with it came nausea and dizziness. He clamped his eyes shut and he pressed his overheated face into the bed.

“Oh, gods, what’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing’s wrong, darling,” Valdo said.

Jaskier raised his head. Valdo was beside the bed, holding a cold cloth and a bucket. He wiped Jaskier’s brow. Jaskier reached for him, blindly; wrapped his hands around Valdo’s wrists and held onto them. Against Jaskier’s boiling skin, Valdo felt blessedly cool.

“It’s your heat,” Valdo said.

“It isn’t time for my heat,” he said blearily, blinking his eyes. There was a fog surrounding his vision that wouldn’t lift. This wasn’t usual at all for his heats; they did not come so forcefully, and they did not make him feel so wretched. “It isn’t time. And my - my suppressants - “

“You must have missed a dose.”

“I don’t miss doses,” he said, even as he caught Valdo’s scent, the scent of an alpha, and his whole body thrummed with a need that nearly had him lifting off the bed sheets. “I’m certain I took it. I’m.”

Valdo pulled out of his grasp. He tossed the cloth into the bucket and put the bucket onto the floor. These few moments seemed to last an eternity. Valdo was not touching him, not even looking at him, and he was, yes, in heat. Ready and aching to be mounted. Why wasn’t Valdo looking? Wasn’t Jaskier pleasing enough?

“Nothing for it now, of course. We’ll have to sort you out the old fashioned way.”

Valdo flipped Jaskier to his front, and Jaskier, desperate and grateful to be handled so roughly, tucked his knees beneath him and rested on his elbows. He had been naked on the daybed and he was naked now. A sight any Alpha would kill for: his rim pink and dribbling slick, still well-fucked from their earlier coupling, his own cocklet full and bobbing, and the small of his back and the backs of his thighs still smelling like Valdo’s come.

He could feel the slippery head of Valdo’s cock slide across his hole, catching the rim but not penetrating. An awful tease that ratcheted his desire higher, made the awful heat in the core of him flare that much hotter. He could just scream with the frustration of it. Jaskier fisted the sheets and slammed his head down into the mattress, and he rolled his hips and widened his knees. If he were to present better, make a prettier picture, Valdo wouldn’t be so inclined to tease him. Would stuff him as full as he wished.

“Please, Valdo, please,” he said.

“Needy bitch.”

Jaskier squealed, his toes spreading and then curling. Valdo had breached him in one long thrust, burying himself fully up Jaskier’s sodden backside. Valdo wasn’t the largest Alpha Jaskier had ever taken, but still he filled him up sweetly; there was a phantom pain, a near-uncomfortable stretch. He had a bulbous, firm cockhead that struck Jaskier just right that stars burst behind his eyelids; and once he got round to fucking him, it eased the awful, cramping pain he had been in since he’d woken up in heat.

“I hate fucking you when you’re like this,” Valdo panted, after a few long minutes. “Your cunt feels so loose.”

Jaskier stiffened, and then gave an embarrassed squeak. Valdo fucked up into him, and there was an answering squelch, a fount of slick pouring out of him; enough to mat the hair on Valdo’s stomach and thighs, enough to run in riverlets over his own swollen balls and prick. Some of the passion in him flagged a little, and he felt hot with shame in its stead.

“Not my fault,'' he mumbled, between Valdo’s bone-rattling thrusts, “s’not my fault,” but Valdo only sighed and said, “Of course it’s not.”

He was feeling quite useless. He’d gotten himself into this state in the first place (how? how? he didn’t miss doses, never had, not once in 12 years, something wasn’t right but he couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on a thing past Valdo’s cock up his arse), and now couldn’t even please his Alpha. His overheated body, the thrust of Valdo’s stiff cock against his sensitive insides, the rejection, it was too much; he felt the miserable bite of tears at his eyes and could do nothing to stop them from falling. Valdo fucked him and Jaskier sniffled and whined, and he wanted it to end and he also wanted it to never end.

After what felt like ages, Valdo pulled free from the clutch of his arse.

“Are you going to come?” Jaskier asked, sluggishly. He threw his arm back to try to stuff two fingers into himself, the sense of emptiness and the longing overwhelming him. The heat wouldn’t subside for hours yet, not without Jaskier being knotted. While Valdo rallied, he would need a plug.

“Move,” Valdo said. He knocked Jaskier’s hand away. Jaskier felt Valdo spread him open. Felt his thumbs toy with and pull at his abused rim.

“Listen, Jaskier. I'm going to knot you.”

What?

“What? Wait, Valdo, no - “

He struggled to right himself, to get up onto his arms, but Valdo knocked him flat. When Jaskier did not stop, Valdo threw himself fully on top of him, using his weight to bear Jaskier down into the mattress. Jaskier tried to drag the both of them to the floor, and Valdo hit him. The room spun.

“Stop, Valdo,” Jaskier said, squirming, crying again. He wanted it. His heat-ravaged body wanted it; he thought of the fine way it would stretch him, keep him full. Valdo could come a prodigious amount if sufficiently motivated; all of that seed, tucked inside of him, a claim laid to a barren field. He would swell with it. He would be bred.

No. It would ruin him. Valdo would ruin him.

He didn’t want it.

“Valdo, don't, don't,” Jaskier cried, fat tears rolling down his reddened face. Valdo had his arm braced between Jaskier’s shoulders, holding him down. Slowly, he slid his cock back inside of Jaskier’s arse, deep, until Jaskier could feel the swell of his knot, hot and hard, pressed tight against him.

“Please, don’t - “

“Shh, Julek - “

“Wait - “

“Quiet. You'll like it, or you'll learn to. You've made me wait long enough.”

He couldn’t fight it. His body gave in. The knot popped past his overburdened rim, and the pain of the stretch and the relief of not having torn and the awful, swollen fullness of the knot's bloated heat pressing his insides apart all at once made his vision go spotty and black. Once inside, Valdo rocked against him, and the knot swelled further. Jaskier moaned and sobbed and shook, and once the knot locked and a flood of come began to pour into him, Valdo sank his teeth into Jaskier’s shoulder.

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They lay together in the aftermath. Valdo had rolled Jaskier carefully, on his stomach, to the center of the bed, and lay over him, pinning him, while they waited out the tie. The room stank of sweat and slick and Valdo’s seed. Jaskier’s shoulder was bleeding, but he otherwise felt nothing. Did nothing. The heatsickness had faded; what had been left behind was a body, cored out, burned out, and most likely pregnant.

Valdo stroked him down his sides and kissed his head, his back, with the unhurried satisfaction of a well-fed cat.

“I've gotten an appointment at a court in Cidaris,” he said. “The stipend is generous, enough to support a family. We could be happy there. I've wanted this for a long time, Julek. I know you’ll - you’ll get used to it. You’ll make a fine mother.”

Jaskier blinked his swollen eyes.

“Once you’ve seen our child, I know you’ll come around.”

#cw noncon #cw humiliation #cw a/b/o #cw abusive relationship #cw forced pregnancy

[writr4luvrs]

Request: “Some of your thoughts on how much they remember of their previous lives would be cool ;u; idk if that helps any”

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope you enjoy reading it as half as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also, last pic belongs to @karuoke

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The trio continued their walk, leaving the heart of Atlanta, moving nonstop up north. The colder, the slower the dead were able to move, bonus their decay. Their tired footsteps marking the foot high white desert, carrying their backpacks and duffle bags full of whatever food, health, equipment, or plain entertainment. Ellis’ sneakers lost balance, his mustard coat hiding his exhausted face. Rochelle snickering at the groaning man. “Ellis. We only have less than a mile left…. I think… I’m sure.”

“Sounds about right.” Nick agreed, continuing towards the low buildings, shadowed by the white haze and freezing crystals. Rochelle slowing behind to help the countryman up, readjusting his memorable hat under his hood. He bent down to pick his rifle up and the two picked up the pace to catch Nick’s side. They were almost to their temporary “home”, out of the city, small town. Hardened walls to keep out noise, small barred windows that they cover with light blankets, a steel door in the front with multiple locks that mimicked the back door. Candles sat in various areas: on the tables, in corners, on top of cabinets. Only “ homey” thing that sat in the middle of the “home” was the a small stove.

Each member claimed their side in the small home, laying out their sleeping bags (leaving Rochelle the only mattress), blankets, and little entertainments: Rochelle’s past news articles, Ellis finding her pens and markers to complete the puzzles, reading the comics together; Nick had is various pistols, counting the ammo sometimes out of boredom, various literature, telling the tale of Shakespeare’s Iago and the mischievous Elizabeth of Salem to Ellis, usually told with hidden excitement; Ellis happily kept his game cards, easily able to get Rochelle to play with him along with Nick, reading various cook book at finding an old iPod shuffle, lucky enough that this stranger had similar music taste.

The trio let their bags drop in their spots, not bothering to take off their scarves and coats. Nick immediately setting himself down, stretching out his limbs, Rochelle pretzel sat in front of the stove, heating it up, placing soup cans they found about in the middle of it, Ellis sitting across of her patiently waiting.

Rochelle chuckled in the silence.

“What?” Nick immediately groaned out.

“I remember getting hired for Atlanta’s News Corp. I teamed up with another woman to work on taking photos and writing an article for pro-life movements that were protesting at abortion clinics and…”

“Didn’t hear much while I’ll was in the city.” Nicki commented.

“That’s because the movement wasn’t very big and less and less people participate when police began arresting for harassment.” She chuckled at the upcoming memory. “So, when we got to the site to record interviews, you wouldn’t believe the reason for the calls – haha! The pro-life protestors shook people hands but when you look into your hand there’d be blood, well paint to mimicked blood. “This is the blood of the children that are aborted every year.” Haha!

Then, a candidate to be major took children who were suppose to be on a field trip to a museum, and she took them on a new station and on live tv with these confused six-year-olds yelling about the evilness of abortions.“

“Oh my god!” Ellis laughed.

“And how the article go?” Nick questioned.

“Story was reported on TV, they even endorsed us and the company. I remember calling my dad and telling him ” Ya girl’s made it to big leagues now, daddy!“ Her laughs died out. “I had made it.”

Ellis watched the soup steam, smiling at the story. “I remember my fifth sister’s sixth birthday.”

“Your fifth sister?” Rochelle let out, eyebrows raised in shock.

“Yup. Five sisters, two brothers.” Earning a disbelieved “wow” from Nick. “Her name was Amy, she was a bit of a prankster. Doing the usual bucket of water on top of the door, or glue on the silverware, chocolate bar in the seat. But on that day, our other sister Cody thought she would finally get her revenge. We had the balloons, the presents, the decorations all set up. Mom and dad had the cameras set up, now everyone knew about the prank except mom, dad, and my brother Riley, you couldn’t tell him anything, he always went to mom and dad. But, anyways, the camera’s rolling and we brought out Amy’s cake and as soon as she blew out the candles and we picked them out, Cody pushed Amy’s head right into that cake.” Rochelle laughed and Nick covered his face with his scarf, listening.

“But then Amy starts to get this big pouty face then starts crying, she had these being red eyes and wobbling lip. Ha! I had to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening holding her and calmin’ her and rubbin’ her back while Cody apologized. Amy never even opened her presents til to next day.“

“Sounds like you were a good brother.” Rochelle complimented warmly.

“I tried to be. Spoiled them ‘specially when the mechanic business started boomin’.”

“Til the great bang happened, huh?” Nick let out tiredly. “World ending, dead and mutated shits eating the people. Goddamn this place…”

“Always gotta rake away the good don’t ya’, Nick?” Rochelle shook her head, disappointed, not bothering to look at the man.

“Why ice the truth with sappy past stories?”

“Nick!” The reporter and mechanic let out, trying not to allow the frustration raise their tone.

“God, this disease took…” He groaned behind his scarf, rolling his eyes. “It took everything. The disease took everything from us. And you two just sit there talking like it hasn’t.”

“What’s got you worked up?!” Rochelle turned around.

“Yeah.” Ellis smiled. “Join us by the fire, Nick. Let’s open that wound.”

“I’ll pass.”

“You start that up but don’t want to talk? C'mon.” She encouraged him. Nick looked at the two, hopeful eyes planted onto them. He groaned finally scooting toward the stove, not bothering to look at the two, only the boiling soup.

“I had the whole fucking world…” He took a long pause. “We were usuals at this low down bar. We never talked, sat at our usual separate booths til one day she sat in front of me and we just started to talk. We both were just complaining about life, both our fathers left us alone with our mothers, always got into wrong crowds. We went on a few dates, after about a year or two later we moved in with each other –”

“Waited so long?”

“We enjoyed our own space.” He rubbed his neck. “She moved on from her past, got a job as a hostess at this high end restaurant. Me, however, heh…” He shook his head. “I joined up with this… Group. They ran the city mostly, had influences, controlled the police…”

“Gang?”

“What? No. Better. We helped the community while making sure we got our money.” Rochelle rolled her eyes. “One night, she dumped a bag in front of me. It was the money for doing my part in a job. A raise from the boss. I just remember her yelling: “This is our house!” We fought a lot but it was never serious and we always knew we had each others backs, but this…. She hated this and wanted me to move on, but it was mostly how we were living off in our nice apartment, our car, her thousand dollar dresses and shoes and jewelry. That wasn’t what she wanted though… Months later and many, many nights of arguing, she just up and left.“

The other two simply frowned.

“Did you at least see her before it happened?” Ellis questioned, hoping for a happy ending.

“It was a year before the whole incident. But I had gotten a tip, she got a part-time at that mall. I didn’t even get to see her.”

“Like at all?” Rochelle questioned, cooling the stove, standing to grab plastic spoons from her bag. “Not even in…”

“Nope.”

“That sucks.” Ellis commented. The three sat in silence, thanking Rochelle for the soup. “Coach should be here.”

“He did the right thing, El.”

#l4d2 #left 4 dead 2 #l4d2 ellis #l4d2 nick #l4d2 rochelle #left 4 dead 2 edit #l4d2edit #left 4 dead edit #left 4 dead fanfic #original #left 4 dead imagine #left 4 dead 2 imagine #l4d imagine #l4d2 imagine #mine