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thought--bubble · 2 months

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Dreamin of You

Modern Dark Actor Aemond X (Non-Famous GF Reader)

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Warnings:: Jealousy, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, Dubcon, insecurity, unprotected sex (p in v), oral sex (F receiving)

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"Aemond! Over here!" You cringe at the noise, a man with a camera nearly screeching into your ear.

Aemond shields his eyes, trying to block out the flashing of the cameras as he tightens his arm around you, pulling you through the crowd.

It has been about a year since he got his big break. The leading man on a hit show that streams on Netflix. One of this year's biggest hits.

His life entirely changed nearly overnight, changing yours right along with it. You could no longer go out in public with him. You would be swarmed by cameras and people reaching out and grabbing at him. Women yelled out to him that they loved him.

Oh, how the women scream for him.

It doesn't surprise you. He is handsome and charming, not to mention tall, with a jawline that could cut diamonds.

Aemond used to be a quiet man. Hiding in the shadows. Shy and self-conscious. His disability made him bow out from most social situations unless you were there.

You had met Aemond back in primary school. Growing up beside him, you knew him better than anyone else. Or at least you used to.

The man standing beside you now, curling you up in his arm, is not the same man he was just one short year ago, and the realization hit you recently.

You had accompanied him to a photo shoot as you often do. Watching him flit about the place, shaking hands and charming them all with that beautiful smile. The two female models on set hanging on his every word. One being so forward as to brush her hand on his arm. Which he allowed.

Every day, you felt the pressure of his newfound fame start to squeeze into every facet of your life.

You had never been an insecure person. Never. Now you found yourself constantly comparing.

Aemond had been approached by models, a fellow actress, and even a pretty popular musician, and when you look at them and then at yourself, it's obvious that there is simply no comparison.

He is going to leave you or cheat on you at some point, which has you constantly on edge. You had been denying this, but what man wouldn't? What man would stay with his average before fame girlfriend when he could have a lingerie model? A pop star?

You know that he loves you and you love him too, but sometimes love is just not enough.

That's how you find yourself here. Standing in his living room, watching him update his Instagram after fighting your way through a sea of photographers.

Your stomach feels sick as you watch him, trying to build up the courage to say what has been bouncing around in your head for weeks.

"It's time," you whisper to yourself.

You clear your throat as you gently shake out your limbs. "Aemond? I....I need to talk to you."

"Course." He doesn't lift his head from his phone, no doubt jumping on every notification coming from his social media accounts.

"It's important"

He lifts his head and furrows his brow.

"Everything alright, love?" He turns his phone screen down toward his lap to show you that you have his full attention.

You open your mouth to speak and immediately the anxiety of what you're about to do hits you like a tidal wave. Am I doing this? Really doing this?

Aemond can sense the panic that is coursing through you and stands up and quickly walks to you, taking your hands.

"Don't be afraid, love, tell me what's going on," He squeezes gently. His tenderness makes this all so much more difficult.

"I think it's...... Aemond? I..... I'm leaving" the relief you feel at finally telling him is soothing, it's done. You've said it. No take backs.

"Leave?" Aemond grips his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white as he turns his head from you. "Leave where? Go where? For what purpose?"

"Aemond..... I mean leave..... us. This" You turn your head in an effort to avoid that eye. You know you shouldn't look away. It's you who is doing this to the both of you. What right do you have to be sad?

The gentleness on his face is replaced with shock, and he turns his back to you, taking a few steps away. His silence is deafening, but you want to be fair. Give him a moment to process this.

"I... I just don't think we fit anymore, I'm so happy for you, Aemond. You're so talented, and all this that's happening to you? You deserve it, and i want you to have it." You recoil slightly at your own words. You've been thinking it for months, but saying it out loud, saying it to him. It's so painful. So final. "But, there's no room here for me anymore"

As you feel the all too familiar sting in your eyes, you watch his form turned away from you. You want him to look at you. Let you know that he understands that you don't want to hurt him. That this is what is best for both of you.

Instead, he chuckles, and you're hit with a wave of confusion before he turns around and stalks toward you. "Leaving? You think you're leaving me?" The smirk that creeps its way onto his face sends shivers down your spine.

He clicks his tongue as he reaches you, pulling you in tight against his chest.

"You don't get to leave." He coos. "No, my darling, you'll stay right here." he gently runs his fingers through your hair, the movement comforting and menacing.

The little hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Who is this? This isn't the Aemond you know. Kind gentle, Aemond.

No, this person is someone else.

His lifts your face to him by your chin and kisses you gently. The way he moves between loving and domineering so seamlessly, it's as if there are two of him.

"You are mine little dove." He chuckles again as he looks down at you, the gleam in his eye, conveying a message that you are having trouble reading.

"Things have changed yes, we will figure out how to make you more comfortable, but one thing remains constant and that is you."

"You don't get to decide that." You wanted to say this with conviction but it comes out weak and feeble. You and Aemond have hardly ever fought and when you do, he wins every time.

Aemond sighs and smiles. "But I do. See i decide if we stay together. Me, and i have decided that we will. Now if there are things that we can work on to make you more comfortable I am happy to do that" He pushes his face into the crook of your neck as he whispers, " It's what's best for both of us"

You push him back, his arrogance finally pushing you over the edge.

"Who are you? Huh? This isn't you! This arrogant, entitled twat!" The dam that was holding back all of your frustrations fully bursts and you can't help yourself from offloading.

"You flirt with models right in front of me, you-"

"IT'S AN ACT!" He explodes, and you jump back, his voice unrecognizable.

"You think I want them? Those vapid cunts?" He grips your arm tight and shoves you down onto the sofa. The movement jarring.

"Don't shove me!" You move to get up but he leans down caging you in with his arms.

"When I sleep, I dream of you, when awake, I dream of you, when I do anything, I dream of you. There is not another for me, not in this lifetime or the next."

You push your body back on the sofa, trying to put a little distance between the two of you. He glares at you for a moment, lowering his arms from the sofa and bringing them to your shoulders.

"If you leave, I will find you, and I will drag you back to me" He slowly drops to his knees in front of you, sliding his arms down the length of your body in the process. "I'll always find you."

Your eyes widened slightly in fear. His love has always been expressed in gentleness, kind gestures, and soft caresses.

"What happened to being partners? Since when have you owned me as you seem to think?"

"I always have." He looks at you, not with malice, not with hubris, but with a look that tells you he takes this to be simple fact.

He pushes your skirt up, and begins trailing kisses up your thigh.

"Aemond.... we shouldn't. " His grip on your thigh tightens, but he doesn't stop. Your mind is telling you to push him away, stop him but your body is succumbing to his dangerous allure, like a lamb to the slaughter.

The closer he gets to your heat, the faster you lose your resolve. He's always had this effect on you. When he kisses you, touches you, loves on you, you all too quickly fall to your knees.

He slides his hand up your other thigh, slipping it under your skirt until he reaches your hip, gently squeezing at the flesh there.

You close your eyes and lean back on the sofa as he continues to lick and nip at your thigh. Every touch of his skin to yours sending currents of electricity through your veins.

"We're gonna be fine darlin" His voice is hynotizing. Just a moment ago you wanted to punch him in the face and now you are spreading your legs wider to give him enough room to fit his face between your thighs.

"That's a good girl, such a good girl" He moves his hand from your hip to your heat gently caressing you through the thin fabric of your thong.

"For someone who thinks we shouldn't be doing this you are very very wet" You feel the embarrasment rush to your cheeks but are unable to stop yourself from gently bucking your hips upward.

Aemond chuckles and clicks his tongue. "Is that was this was all about hmm? Have I been neglecting you sweet girl?" He moves your thong to the side and brings his finger to the wetness pooling there. "Hmmm seems I have, you poor poor thing" He mocks with fake sympathy.

You sigh as he grips your thighs dragging you to the edge of the sofa. pushing your skirt all the way up and exposing you to him.

"So fucking pretty" He leans forward and flicks the tip of his tongue on your pearl. Your leg twitches in response and he pulls his head back.

You groan at his teasing scooting your body closer to his face, as he starts to chuckle.

"Now, now sweet girl. I'm going to need you to admit, that you aren't going anywhere." He lightly scratches at the sensitive skin on your thigh with his thumbnail. You were supposed to break up and leave, This life with him was making you miserable. "Give me what I want, and I will return the favor" He again leans forward and flicks the very tip of your clit twice.

The teasing is starting to drive you to madness, you came into this room with conviction and a plan but it looks like you would leave this room with shame and satisfaction. "Fine! I'm not leaving, I'm not, I promise, I promise!" You feel a mix of discomfiture and arousal coursing through you but at this point you just don't care.

"Mmmmm" is the only sound he makes before again leaning forward and taking your engorged nerve into his mouth and sucking on it harshly.

"Fuckkkk Aem" You bring your hand down and grip his head, pushing his head closer to you and he is more than happy to oblige.

He slides a long course finger into you while he continues to swallow at your pearl. The sensations have your legs shaking uncontrollably, and as if your hips have a mind of their own, they buck gently against Aemonds face as he gives you everything he knows you want.

His finger crooks inside you, rubbing at the pad inside, gently calling your orgasm to him.

"Oh fuck ahhh!" Your whole body stiffens as he quickens the pace of both his mouth and finger.

As you tumble forward into your peak, you squeeze your legs around his head, the blood rushing to your face heating up your entire body. Is this heaven, or have you been tricked into hell?

After you finish sitting dumbstruck on the sofa, Aemond wastes no time. He slides towards you on his knees, wrapping his hand around your waist.

You rest your exhausted head on his shoulder and wrap your legs around his hips. With just one arm he lifts you slightly off the couch and slowly rises to his feet, you feel the muscles in his chest and shoulders tighten as he lifts you and himself from the floor carrying you into the bedroom. His hard cock pressed against you.

"Have I got you all stupid for me, sweet girl?"

You make some incoherent noises as he gently drops you onto the bed and climbs on top of you.

"I love you" He breathes the words directly into your ear, the sadness in his voice not lost on you. He slots himself between your legs tightly gripping your thigh and pulling it up against him.

"You can't ever leave ok?" He roughly kisses you before you can respond while he pulls you closer by the thigh pushing himself up tight against your core. "Not ever".

Aemond ruts against you, still fully clothed. "Can't live without ya." His voice sounds strained like this is taking everything out of him. "Won't live without ya." His movements become more rough, more desperate.

He pulls back from you just long enough to get your panties off, disposing of his boxers and trousers in the process, before slotting himself back between your legs.

He slides an arm under your back, bringing his hand to the back of your neck, raising your face to his.

"All I want is you. All I've ever wanted is you." His lips meet yours in a searing kiss, a kiss that screams don't go.

He pushes himself against your entrance, begging to be let in. You lean back further parting your legs and he pushes forward slowly.

"Fuck, I love you, oh gods I love you" He moans as he fills you up. Once he reaches the hilt, he lies down on top of you, sliding both of his arms under your shoulders before he gently starts to move against you.

Your bodies are pressed together so tight. You can hardly tell there are two separate people here.

"I'll never let you go, I'll never let you go," he repeats this over and over as his speed increases, his voice changing from desperate to domineering.

He grips your shoulders tightly, holding your body in place as he ruts up into you. "Do you understand now? You can never leave. I love you. You're mine. " his thrusts are slowly getting harder, as the heat again builds up in your abdomen.

"Fucking mine. Always mine. Forever mine," he growls the words at you as he bites into your neck.

"I'm gonna fill you up." He bites into your shoulder, pushing himself as far into you as he can get, but pushing ever still. He can't be close enough to you. He can't be far enough inside. Everything feels like it's just not enough.

He pulls back from you, has his speed increases, and his rhythm falters.

"Cmon cum for me sweet girl" He licks his thumb and brings it to your nub pressing down harshly on the nerve, his movements furious.

You whine out, your legs trembling as you feel your lower stomach growing tighter and tighter, the feeling overwhelming but so good. "Aem." You whimper, "ohhh gods"

"No baby, it's just me." He watches in wonder as you reach your peak for a second time, arching your back and yelling out loud.

"That's good. That's a good girl. Fuck yes baby" His movements become sloppy and he grips your hips tightly as he chases his release. "Say you love me," he growls his hips smacking against your skin with a loud slap sound as you moan out riding out the top of your pleasure.

"Fucking say it" he grunts as he tries to hold back his climax, "Please baby say it." His face is contorted somewhere between pleasure and pain until you acquiesce.

"I love you." The words flow from your mouth so delicately, so naturally. There was never a question as to whether you loved him. The question is whether that love is enough.

Hearing the words from your tongue immediately sends Aemond into the climax he was fighting as he screams out like some kind of feral animal thrusting into you harshly as he rides out his high, collapsing onto your chest leaving himself sheathed inside.

"I love you too"

You wake up the next morning to the alarm on your phone going off and grumble, turning it off and rolling onto your side, looking at a sleeping Aemond. Feeling ashamed of yourself for giving into him last night.

As you slide out of the bed to get ready for work he reaches out and grips your wrist tight.

"Where are you going?" His eyes are still closed and his body hasn't moved the only thing alerting you to his consciousness being the hand tightly gripping your wrist, and his voice.

"To work?" You move again to get out of the bed thinking the matter settled.

"Oh, no we are sending your letter of resignation today" He opens his eyes and shifts in the bed stretching but not releasing your wrist.

"Aemond, i'm not quitting my job!" You can't believe he would even think that was an option. You love your job. Why would you quit? Why would he even want you to? You look towards him in utter confusion as he slightly tightens the grip on your wrist.

"You can't go. You might not come back." He yanks you back into the bed crawling on top of you.

"Like I said before. You're gonna stay right here"

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xo-cod · 5 months

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Holy Hell! Don’t leave us on a cliffhanger please?!

How did the 141 boys react when they got the call that she had been shot? How did they catch the guy who did it? And what are they going to do to him? 😈

continued from here

disclaimer: because they are what they are (highly trained assassins 🫣), heavy mentions of stabbings and beatings, proceed with caution lmfao ‼️ rushed/ooc

"we can go all night, when you give out from exhaustion and pain. when you're begging us to kill you, when you're cryin to end your life, we're gonna be here" pulling off the bag from his face, ghost examined his features. the man winced and grimaced, gasping a little as the light flooded his vision and finally looking at his captor. standing tall at 6'4, bigger than most men ghost was certainly not someone to be trifled with. his brown eyes hardened behind his skull balaclava, twirled a knife expertly between his fingers

ghost had no sympathy for the person in front of him, he had been hunting you down for days and very nearly coming close in succeeding in his given task. all he could remember is what soap had said,"one centimeter over and it would've torn right through her heart" and it only served to further anger him when he knew you didn't have any bad intentions at all, you weren't there to hurt anyone. you only thought it was an innocent date and you have paid the price for it at a grave cost. the thought of losing you tonight only fuelled his anger, his jaw clenched tightly as his eyes remained on the man

rules were rules, threatening the 141 was punishable by death. and simon had never been so glad for it

"listen i'm sorry man, i didn't know" the man tried to justify to which ghost scoffed, cold brown eyes glancing at the sharp array of weapons on the table opposite.

"choose a better excuse, that one is overused" his chest vibrates with dark chuckles and it causes the tension in the air to suffocate, this wasn't an amused laugh. this had brought on fear and pain and ghost hadn't even inflicted anything yet. still the man's determined attitude hadn't wavered, much to simon's displeasure.

"fuck you" the man hissed and then cried out in pain when a whip slapped his abdomen, undoubtedly leaving a trail of blood in its wake. his head was yanked back as ghost grabbed a fistful of hair, his face in close proximity of the other

"listen close you bastard, i've dealt with my fair share of bloody narcissists. but you hurt y/n, you shot her. so take your bloody time i'll get what i want from you, one way or another" ghost snarled, the tip of his sharpened knife trailing down her neck circling around the man's abdomen. he screamed when the knife was twisted into the first layer of skin, gaping down to where the blood was beginning to pool on his lap.

"now all you gotta do is give me a name. and this stops right here. but if not..." ghost pushed the knife a little more deeper into the body, grinning under his mask when the man whimpered trying so hard to not scream. to try keep his composture not wanting to bring any satisfaction to the enemy

but hell, it was hanging by a small thread at this point.

"any progress?" a deeper, gravelly voice cuts in and both heads look towards the door. the man lets a small gasp as the rest of the team pile into the room. it was as if they commanded respect, demanded to be listened to. their muscles straining against their shirt, scars littering their bodies proof of the business they were, of the lives they led

"he's stubborn" ghost stops, wiping the few drops of blood from his mask. he was getting rather irritated, wanting to be at the hospital with you but forced to take care of this problem.

"he's looking worse for the wear" soap chuckled but there was no humour in his voice. all he could think about was how fragile you looked after being shot and it made him want to tear into the man but gaz and ghost would hold him back, they already were eyeing him carefully. still it was rather amusing how many people tried to kill them and yet they always seemed to be on the receiving end of the blade.

"why not kill 'im, the poor bastard" soap scoffed with sarcasm, looking at the man with pure anger, his fists clenching as he sized the man up. desperately wanting to be the one to plunge the knife so deep into his heart and watch the life fade away from his eyes. just as he had done with you

"as convenient as that sounds, we'll never end up getting our information if he's dead" gaz leans back on the table, looking at the purple and blue blotches on the man's skin. the way his hair was matted down with blood and sweat, how he looked on the verge of passing out at any given moment. they'd bring him back alive though, none of their enemies ever did have a quick painless death here. ghost had a knack for making his prisoners suffer until they physically and mentally couldn't take anymore, testing each and every brutal limit in their weak bodies. it was only a matter of time until he spilled the dark secret.

but time was not on their side.

"y-you bastards, go to hell" his voice fluctuated angrily as he tried to keep his heartbeat normal, to keep those nerves at bay. to remember his training as a soldier but these men were different, for every step he took they already knew about. he was at their mercy this time.

placing a hand deep within his pocket, the captain of the team entered the room a pensive look painted upon his features. he shifted his bucket hat, looking down at their little victim tied up to the chair as his head tilted a little.

"we're all tired from your little reign of heroism, thinking you're doing well by serving your country and your organisation. for now, you'd do well to remember we're the ones who determine whether you walk out of this building alive. i suggest you start by giving us some answers. you see, myself..." price grabbed the knife from ghost's hand in a quick flash and plunged it straight into the muscle of the man's thigh, completely unfazed at his screams and the splatter of blood coating his cargos

"well, i am not a particularly patient man"

#asks #simon riley #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #141 x reader #task force 141 #criminal minds au

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starch1ldz · 7 days

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In the bau gc:

Penelope: SHARKS DON'T HAVE BONES??

Y/n: No, they have cartilage skeletons.

Emily: "I'm gonna send this to the gc watch y/n be like "oh you didn't know that already?"- Pen

Penelope: not in a bad way! I just knew you'd know.

#starchildz incorrect quotes #watch me info dump about sharks #ugh i love animals #criminal minds #im mentally unwell #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #penelope garcia #emily prentiss #this was originally gonna be morgan and gacia but emily made more sense #group chat #modern au ig #idk what to tag this one as

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bones-of-a-rabbit · 2 years

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in case anyone was wondering, yes, Eclipse does make an appearance in the space au. And yes, he IS incredibly lonely and in need of a hug (good news pilot reader is dumb enough that they’d hug a giant menacing four armed robot with like -2 seconds of thought)

(Info abt when in the story they find Eclipse below):

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thatskindarough · 10 months

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Irredeemable Bastards

Very excited to finally be able to post (one) of my pieces from the OFMD RBB with the lovely @thetardigrape

The chapter with art has finally been released so if you haven’t already check it out you should it is absolutely delicious sprizzy content and tardi is an amazing writer!

#izzy hands #lucius spriggs #ofmd fanart #art #ofmd #illustration #izzyhandsfanart #sprizzy #my art #another week another modern au another style #expect this time the au was created by tardi and hoooooooooooooooly this is the criminal AU you need I promise you #it has all the best tropes #fake dating #pining #enimies to lovers #Lucius gets to be a messy bitch a soft boy and a pickpocket #Izzy gets to be jealous and soft and sad

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angstym0chi · 8 months

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she's my little war criminal🥰

#yelena aot #yelena snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #i kinda hc that yelena is just her alias in mafia/criminal/modern au #sometimes i draw her eyes dark green for funsies💚(she has dark/black eyes according to wiki)

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sage-basil · 1 year

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they’re at some evening party festival whatever

please don’t tag as ship

#nem art #fanart #bleach #i reread summer fall the longest winter and spring by reddening_heart it's so fun. it's criminal how there's not more modern aus #jushiro ukitake #shunsui kyoraku #digital art #artists on tumblr #small artist #drawing #clip studio paint #rkgk #hmm i might go and draw full designs of their fits cause they're cool in my head

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trippygalaxy · 11 months

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Time’s child dressed for Halloween, their costume is makeshift ‘golden’ armour with red and blue paint covering parts of their face. Time, confused at their costume consider they said it was a ‘superhero’: “Okay, I give up. Who’re you supposed to be?” Time’s child, eyes bright and grinning from ear to ear: “I’m you daddy!” The older man can’t help the smile the pushes it ways onto his face, his chest fills with pride and joy at his child’s words. He’s gonna do everything for this kid...

#linked universe #linked universe time #lu time #modern au #kinda? i guess?#dad! time #inspired by a criminal minds scene #look i love this man #linked universe incorrect quotes

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bearyyayay · 1 month

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Can't stop thinking about Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson and here I am thinking that Paulie would somehow memories the whole dance and will do it randomly Infront of Sam just to piss him off

#Lets say like this is a modern au of the trio #Can you imagine like Sam and Tommy is talking to eachother #Then Paulie somewhere near Tom starts to dance a little #Sam tries his best not to cackle and puts his annoyed expression #While Tom noticed it and got confused #looked behind him and there's Paulie doin the dance #mafia definitive edition #sam trapani #paulie lombardo #tommy angelo #random thoughts #Michael Jackson #smooth criminal

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moonilit · 8 months

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Updating my modern AU 💫

#They both are very protective of each other #But also jote definitely have a criminal record somewhere #It’s probably because of pirating adobe products but who knows #Joshua like ok.#When joshua show up and ask u how much you love him its time to be concerned #VERY CONCERNE #It makes clive clutch his heart in fear but jote just used to it #This is why she is the one for him who else will keep a shovel in their closet just in case joshua did something?#Acts of true love #Joshua knows 70 different way to frame ur murder and not afraid of using it #He did definitely acted cool so not to ruin their date but kept an eye for that guy until he went to the bathroom #He definitely slides an arm around the guy while he urinates to establish dominance before scaring the life out of him #Anyway #have u seen my two adorable babies??#Here they are i love them #Jote #Ffxvi modern AU #joshua rosfield

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softfae · 1 year

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Venka: Hi, could I ask how exactly does one accidentally set a lemon on FIRE??

Nezha: Microwave for 40 minutes 😔

Rin: Why were you microwaving a lemon???

Nezha: I read boiling lemons helps cover up bad smells and I wanted to cover up the scent of burnt oranges but I didn't own any pots.

Kitay: Did you burn an orange too? How???

Nezha: Microwave for 40 minutes 😔

#incorrect sinegard four #disaster cook nezha is my fav thing ever #yin nezha #he's a war criminal but look hes also a disaster cook and a funny lil guy #fang runin #chen kitay #sring venka #incorrect the poppy war quotes #modern au sinegard four my loves #incorrect tpw #source: incorrect quote generator

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xo-cod · 5 months

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Hyper feminine reader working for Kortag and 141 is so funny to me, because there is this AI cover video of Ghost and König singing: Somebody that I used to know. And I can see in my minds eye them getting drunk and doing that when reader starts to give too much attention to a third party.

so sweet :") <33

drunk ghost and könig going absolutely feral and incredibly whiny when you're speaking to someone else on the team, neither man unable to help themselves as they glare/pout from the sidelines. "c'mere lovie, miss you so bad" "liebling you're too far. come to my arms i'll warm you up" "shut your trap, i'm speaking" ":("

drunk ghost and könig absolutely staring down anyone that thinks they have a chance with you at the party their huge looming forms able to intimidate any potential suitors

drunk ghost and könig obsessed with your pretty dress and them fidgeting with your jewellery, trying so bad to scent you with their musk and their smell while fighting off the other

drunk ghost and könig beefing with each other loudly when one of them brings up how you work better with their team (könig) and the other getting incredibly dominant about it (ghost)

drunk ghost and könig who sing your praises, boasting about your analytical skills and how your intelligence have saved them so many times.

drunk ghost and könig battling between each other to fight over your affections, threatening to pull a grenade on one another: "you better back the fuck up" "i don't listen to short men" "oH-"

#asks #simon riley #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #cod mwii #simon riley x reader #könig #könig mw2 #criminal minds au

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gryffsposts · 8 months

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Modern au FengQing

Feng Xin as Police Officer

Mu Qing as Detective

Them always throwing offensive remarks at each other, but being the first to rescue the other.

This idea was stuck in my head so I head to make it into a moodboard, of course.

I could see them being the more aggressive version of Sherlock and John.

#moodboard #aesthetic #police #police officer #criminal case #criminal law #criminal justice #justice duo #detective aesthetic #police officer aesthetic #fengqing #modern au #mxtx tgcf #tgcf #tgcf feng xin #tgcf mu qing #fu yao #nan feng

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queercodedvillains · 9 months

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any sasodei headcanons you’d be willing to bless us with? some of mine are:

sasori is extremely obsessive when it comes to deidara; once sasori takes a liking to something or someone, he’s the type to go IN. He wants to peel all of deidara’s layers one by one, dissect his thoughts, past, habits and attitudes, inspect every inch of his body in and out, get to know him deeply and intimately and figure out all there is to deidara, like he does with his craft. in my head, not only does he find deidara to be extremely fascinating (and stupid, he really doesn’t know why he’s in love with him) and is very captivated by him, but due to the loss of his parents, he forms an obsessive, borderline morbid attachment to deidara that manifests in things like having to know where he is at all times, ensuring he’s safe, thorough clinical check ups after battle, freaking out and getting angry at deidara when he’s putting himself in danger/gets hurt, etc. Though deidara is capable of taking care of himself and sometimes finds sasori’s behavior to be patronizing or belittling, he’s a HUGE attention whore and he LOVES all the doting and attention sasori gives him, good or bad. I think they’re both extremely starved for connection and love, and it manifests in obsessive attachment for sasori, and extreme attention whoring for deidara.

as opposed to sasori, i actually like to think that deidara was just born that way, and i don’t mind the lack of explicit tragic backstory to deidara (but also acknowledging that war and shinobi training on a child was probably damaging to an extent). He definitely strikes me as a sociopath/narcissist, and one of the things i enjoy about him is his nonchalance and lack of remorse for his actions; he’s less of an uwu baby and more of a chill little psycho to me.

speaking of chill: imo deidara is actually very laid back and funny, and i refuse and reject the “hot-headed comic relief” role he was given on later in the anime. While he’s no doubt arrogant and temperamental and has an inferiority complex, he’s also smart, quick, witty, deadly and mostly cool calm and collected (unless a sore spot is hit). Sasori on the other hand… sasori has a very short fuse, and is very prone to quick anger outbursts when things slip from his control or don’t go according to plan. But sasori is also more mature, and often has to reign in deidara and his ire.

sasori’s love language is definitely acts of service. He’s no good with expressing his feelings, and doesn’t have deidara’s desperate need to touch and to be touched, but he shows his love for deidara via things like bathing him after a battle, washing his hair, brushing it for him, doing deidara’s mani and pedicure, etc.

in his earlier days, deidara deeply resented the akatsuki and itachi for forcing him to be part of the organization, when all he wanted to do was be free and do his thing; i see deidara as a petulant and bratty child who had his freedom taken away, and started acting up terribly as a result of this. He’d throw temper tantrums, have screaming matches with sasori, blow shit up, cry and make horrible choices in retaliation, which he’s often get disciplined for by the akatsuki. he often would try to escape the basement, only for sasori to drag him back by his hair and punish him. As he grew up he calmed down and started minding the akatsuki less and less.

deidara is obsessed with birds, and is a huge people watcher/very observant; in his downtime he often tries to convince sasori to do “normal people” things with him.

deidara has a raging teenager libido that sasori had to develop a human- form jutsu for, in order to appease deidara’s appetite regularly and often, or he becomes insufferable. Pleasure is well and okay, but for sasori sex is all about exercising the control he has over deidara.

speaking of power dynamics… deidara cedes most control to sasori in various aspects of their partnership, but is actually very difficult to break; he always makes sure to hold some control for his own, just in case things get out of hand. Sasori has managed to bring him past that a few times, and he most treasures the instances when he gets deidara to submit fully and without reserve. Sasori values devotion the most.

I have so many its real hard to organize them into something coherent but here goes nothing!!

-Sasori has Severe Attachment Issues, for obvious reasons. And like you said, it definitely comes out as obsessive behavior over Deidara. He can't quite admit he's attached, he likes to pretend its just because they're forced to be partners and keeping him alive is just another one of his job duties. Everyone but him knows he's lying to himself. Especially Deidara. He is well aware of his importance to Sasori, despite only having the vaguest idea of why Sasori is so skittish around attachments. Between his parents and Komushi, everyone he loves dies, so if he just doesn't love, then they can't die, right? Or if they do, it won't hurt, right?

-Wrong. Deidara can be reckless and bold, but overall he's a very skilled shinobi and tactician, so he doesn't actually get into severe life threatening danger too often. Plus, as exhibited in their first appearance, Sasori actually trusts Deidara to get the job done on his own (and he's RIGHT). HOWEVER. One genuine near death experience where Sasori had to rush him back to HQ and do his damn best to keep Deidara alive with his skills far better suited to dead bodies made him absolutely panic. Phantom heartbeat and all. Pacing the shop while Deidara sleeps it off, heavily sedated, covered in poultices and bandages, Sasori realizes that refusing to admit attachment wouldn't make it hurt any less if he lost Deidara.

-Its all over for the hoes (Deidara). He wakes up to a completely new Sasori that sets him entirely off kilter for Days. He's overbearing and fussy and overprotective and spoiling Deidara with as many acts of service he can possibly contrive, all while being verbally just as cold and dismissive as always. Deidara is smug and flattered and allows it, never pushes Sasori to admit anything because he really doesn't need to. He does however make this up to himself by taking advantage of it at every possible opportunity. He looooves attention. Even when Sasori gets way too overprotective.

-Deidara's got a gnarly fuckin pain tolerance and he'd like to be treated as such!! It kinda drives him nuts when Sasori acts like Deidara needs to be maintained like one of his puppets. Like its flattering too so he puts up with it because thats how Sasori shows he cares, but they definitely get in arguments about it. But arguments are just foreplay for them so its kinda part of the fun. He riles Sasori up for fun, knowing that the more pissed he is, the more sadistic he'll be later. Sasori still fusses over him in aftercare, but not in the same panicked and obsessive way he does after a battle because he knows Exactly what he did to Deidara and also exactly how to treat it, knowing it is all always fixable, even if it requires specialized antidotes and/or a few days to walk it off.

-Sasori as a human had a shockingly low pain tolerance for a shinobi. Part of why he wanted a puppet body. He would bitch and moan and languish over getting knicked by a kunai. That's part of why he created Hiruko. Even if he can't feel, it doesn't mean he needs to put his body at risk willy nilly. He's also Obsessive about keeping his puppet body in absolutely perfect condition, not even a scratch on the varnish.

-Sometimes when Deidara is just too fucking cute/beautiful/perfect/whatever Sasori is gripped with emotions he cant handle or explain and it turns into hostility. He's got that squish instinct where he hears kill bill sirens and wants to crush anything that crawls under his skin and makes him *feel* these weird fuzzy emotions that he shouldn't be able to have. He hates it, its really confusing and weird and uncomfortable but he's also so fascinated he can't help himself.

-Speaking of emotions. His puppet body isn't quite capable of them, he doesn't have the mess of neurochemicals and physiological responses that most people have. No racing heart, sweating, trembling hands, headaches and stomachaches, sore muscles, bruises, hunger, exhaustion, none of it. So when something can reach into his heart and make him feel shit... he's not the best at handling it. can't really recognize what it is, most of the time.

-Deidara can, though. He's startlingly emotionally intelligent, as in he's perceptive and a tactician who understands what's happening and knows well enough not to go poking landmines. He sidesteps this so deftly Sasori has no idea he knows, while Deidara is far more aware of Sasori's emotions than he is.

-With this said though, Deidara's still super unstable, volatile, prone to quick and violent mood swings. Just because he understands on a logical level doesn't mean he is immune to them. He's impulsive and prone to overreacting to shit and he doesn't feel particularly motivated to hold himself back most of the time. His emotions strike like a match and burn out just as fast, usually leaving craters in their wake though. He likes blowing shit up, and honestly, good for him he needs an outlet for all that.

-Sasori's outlet is his puppetry, obviously. Nothing makes him feel more powerful than being elbow deep in a not-quite-dead skilled shinobi's chest cavity, pulling them apart and rearranging them to best suit him. I think he used to be veryyyy squeamish as a human, but now that he's exempt from death and does not have the same physiological disgust reactions, its very clinically detached and calculated for him.

-Sasori's other outlet is Deidara. Deidara lets him do damn near whatever the fuck he wants, and he loves the heady power trip of watching Deidara react for him. He likes to control him. He's possessive and demanding and selfish, but in a deeply sadistic way where it always translates to doing some depraved shit to Deidara just to hear him beg. Likewise, being under Sasori's control is the only way Deidara can let go and feel that sort of bliss that comes with allowing himself to be entirely mindless. He trusts Sasori so much, very literally with his life when it gets into the kinkier sides of their dynamic. Deidara is a pain slut and Sasori has control issues and a nasty case of bloodlust. Just go look at those gifs of Human Sasori in battle. Go on, I'll wait. You know that face he makes where his eyes widen and he smiles way too wide? Yeah. He's delighted by causing pain, and Deidara is delighted to receive it from him.

-They are so fucking kinky. I mean its already literally canon that Deidara calls Sasori 'master' and Sasori calls him 'brat' like come ON the precedent is set!! Even the english dub version of 'my man' is pretty fucking gay too. So yeah, theyre master and brat, Kishi said so, I'm just making it explicit. I could write dissertations on their dynamic but this is getting long enough so I will keep it so simple. For now.

-A non exhaustive list of what they're into: domination/submission, complete power exchange, bratting, brat taming, orgasm control/denial/overstimulation, praise!!, impact play, bondage (hello that coil gets put to good use), wax/temperature play, under the influence/poison play, literally anything that makes Deidara feel and scream while Sasori laughs. Deidara wants transcendence, Sasori wants control, they both get everything they need in whatever way Sasori deems fit. He does what he wants and Deidara learns to like it or loves when he hates it. Its complicated, but it works for them.

-They never really talk about it, they don't verbalize their feelings or spend too long negotiating scenes or rehashing after they're over. Bad bdsm etiquette, yes, but honestly they don't really need to. They understand each other implicitly, they've been partners in battle for years at this point, they know what real pain and fun pain looks like. Plus it adds this twist of angst where they both sit with these feelings they are so aware are reciprocated, but they're not comfortable or maybe even able to express it like that. They're artists though, they're used to alternative forms of self expression.

-Sasori is meticulous about aftercare. Fussy, overbearing, kind of annoying but Deidara fucking loves it he's so needy and starved for affection and recognition and praise and tenderness and care. And Sasori loves that Deidara is enamored by him, too fascinated to ever leave and Sasori will nurture that dependence because he likes being needed. They're so fucked up but they work perfectly for each other and only each other. Thats the only mother fucker in any of the shinobi nations who can handle him (mutual).

#deidara #sasori #head canons #sasodei #i decided to keep this to canon hcs bc i wanna get into my modern au in the fic itself #im getting there i s2g #until then pls enjoy this <3 #thanks for the good hcs anon i love these #theyre war criminals they can be a little toxic as a treat!!

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