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berenwrites · 2 months

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Arms of Love - Stranger Things - Steddie - G

Rating: G| cw: none | tags: eddie lives, little bit of angst – lot of fluff, post season 4, pre-Vecna being finished off

Prompt: Love is the heartbeat I can feel when I hug him.

A/N: Written for @steddielovemonth day 8. It’s my wedding anniversary today, and my husband bought me two plushy otters cuddling, so of course I had to pick this prompt. Sorry, no beta today - no time, going out to dinner in an hour.

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Arms of Love: Whatever You Need

Steve woke up with a start, breathing hard as the tendrils of the nightmare curled around his brain. The golden sunlight coming through the window helped him push it away as he lay there just breathing for a little while.

It was nearly July and apparently his unconscious mind was determined to celebrate the anniversary of Starcourt, even though he was studiously ignoring it when awake. He hadn’t been sleeping well, so he’d come up to his room to take a nap in the middle of the afternoon. He’d hope the timing would help. It seemed it hadn’t.

The dream hadn’t been Starcourt exactly, but a mishmash of that and their latest encounter with the Upside Down. His mind’s eye was full of Robin and Eddie, both bloody and dead, with the background of the mindflayer and the Russian bunker. It chilled him to the bone.

Robin was at Vicky’s on their third official date, so he could not go and find her to banish the horrors in his brain, but Eddie, lately exonerated, graduated (Steve was not asking how Owens had managed that), but still staying with Steve until Hawkins caught up, was downstairs. The town had decided to hunt him in no time, but it was taking longer for some of the worst culprits to admit their mistakes.

Eddie had been staying with Steve since they’d found him half-dead, spat out by one of the fissures. No one could explain how he was alive, but the latest theory was bat venom and luck. Given how fast Steve’s own injuries had healed and hadn’t gone septic either, Owens had a whole new line of research involving what Dustin and the other kids had christened demobats. Steve didn’t want to know about that either unless he really had to.

All he knew was that something had given them back Eddie, and while getting to know the outspoken metalhead properly as Eddie recovered, Steve had fallen hard. Luckily for him, Eddie had smiled at him, dimples and all, when he had finally confessed, and kissed him until he couldn’t breathe.

Climbing off the bed, Steve headed downstairs.

Eddie was facing away from him, standing, and leaning over the grand dining room table at the end of the living room. There were D&D manuals and bits of paper everywhere as Eddie prepared a celebratory campaign as his farewell to Hellfire.

Without pausing, Steve walked up behind his boyfriend, wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist, and plastered himself over Eddie’s back, the side of his head pressing against the soft material of Eddie’s Metallica t-shirt.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” Eddie said, straightening up a little, but not trying to escape his hold, “everything okay?”

“Need to hear your heart,” Steve admitted, listening to the regular thump below his ear.

“Nightmare?” Eddie asked quietly.

“Uh-huh,” he replied, letting the rhythm settle into him and calm his own heartbeat.

They both had more than their fair share of trauma to deal with and Eddie didn’t question him, just standing there and letting him do what he needed to do.

“I love you,” he said eventually.

“Love you too, Sweetheart,” Eddie told him, rubbing one of his arms.

“Sorry for…” he started to say.

“Na-ah,” Eddie interrupted before he could get anymore words out, turning in his embrace. “No apologies necessary. Feeling better.”

Steve closed his mouth and just nodded. When Robin came over to tell them all about her date, she was going to get hugged within an inch of her life too, but for now he was okay.

“Good,” Eddie said, smiling at him with those killer dimples he was helpless against, “then I want to know what you think of this hideous trap I just thought up. I need your paladin brain.”

“I still don’t get why you call me that,” he complained with absolutely zero heat.

“That’s just what a paladin would say, Sweetheart,” Eddie told him, kissing him on the nose. “Now, come look.”

Steve’s chest swelled with love. He had no idea what he had done to get so lucky.

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#stranger things #stranger things fanfic #fanfiction #steddie #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie munson #eddie lives #post season 4 #steddielovemonth #eddie x steve #steddie fic #steddie fluff #steddie ficlet

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aroacesetitoff · 3 months

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OG Infinight Reference Sheet + Headcanons

Marcy Burns/Elleve the Amender

-4 feet tall

-its mentioned that she has "rainbow robes" and ive decided to interpret that as sunset colored

-pre mining accident Marcy has longer hair and has already lost her eye to unknown circumstances

-post mining accident Marcy cut her hair and it turned whiter, and she switched to more monochrome clothing-symbolizes her turning away from her faith and also grieving her husband

-still wears her wedding ring, and keeps Fred's on a chain with a locket of his picture

-we know literally nothing abt Fred but I think he was also a halfling and had a sick ass mustache

-the symbol on pre-accident Marcy's eyepatch + staff is supposed to be of the Diarians (followers of Dia). The circle is Faeza, the hands are Dia herself, and the six teardrop shapes are the Diagems. Also meant to resemble a flower as a reference to Gum Gum

-magic goblet-does it have a name? Anyways Paralyte stole it from the Sheerays so I gave it an aquatic wave/seaweed design (water = life)

-idk how to design tattoos, but other clerics of dia would probably have similar ones-i think hers are religious in nature

Ostin Tashe/Slique the Symphonius

-ya boiiii

-4'6-so just barely taller than Bart. Barely

-had the most satisfying color palette for me- i love green and so does he

-i rewatched the hobbit/lotr trilogies so Ostin is def inspired by that-gave him braided hair and armor

-idk how a tuning sword works. Like a bident maybe? Ive drawn the sword in his right hand (the one with missing fingers) but he might prefer to fight left-handed. Idk ive trained with longswords before but ive never lost any fingers so i cant say

-magic lute-gave it a greener/mossier color palette to show it was from the Elderpines. The strings are vines and the rosette has a tree design

-dont know where Ostin's scars came from either, maybe he really did fight a dragon maybe he didnt-doesnt stop him

-post-Wight Winter i gave Slique a grey streak to match with Spectril

-also gave him a cool colored eye highlight for the same reason

Leonard Lank/Spectril the Surreptitious

-i put his height around 5'7/5'8

-made the rogue armor sharp and dark-had to recolor it from the origianly palette bc it was too dark tho lmao. Fur collar to foreshadow his time in the Ethereal Plane

-post-Wight Winter i gave him simple, more homey clothes bc at that point he had a family and wasn't focused on fighting. The fur is not bear fur i swear

-already mentioned it before but his hair started turning white + he grew it out/braided it back.

-he's got normal rogue daggers, and then the Ethereal daggers. Not shown but yeah they fade in and out of the Material and Ethereal Plane

-"Walls Have Ears-Doors Have Eyes" by Clan D. Stine-the wiki i think mentioned him having books that let him turn invisible and walk through walls-this one's definitely a Leitner (ifykyk)

-boots-deceptively simple in design from the Elderpines

-piercings include several ear piercings, snake bites, and an eyebrow piercing

-warm colored eye highlight to match with Slique-your honor i have (accidentally) sun/moon coded then because they are gay

Luz Prattle/Paralyte

-6'0 tall and definitely uses it for intimidation

-i think she dresses kinda emo/alt

-the only infinight with a unique logo-instead of two crossed swords its a snake eating itself

-committing to the snake bit-i gave her scale armor

-the gloves have two talons on the pointer and middle finger, based very specifically off a homebrew item i saw where the hand kind of looks like a biting snake. It contains a venom that paralyzes enemies and came from the Sheerays

-put a snake on her sword. Cause why not. Thats why she teamed up with Brink they are both snake lovers

-not drawn, but she would have a snake tattoo somewhere on her body

-hands are turning dark at the fingertips as a side effect of using the gloves so often. Her veins are visibly green because shes pale as hell and also suffering from long term exposure to Sangrianite

-facial scar-man im sorry i dont know where this one came from either. Kyborg shot her once tho i do remember that

Bo Bender/Grislee the Groundbreaker

-height is about 6'6, very tall lady

-all i had to go off was red bandana so its like her thing

-her locs are made of rocks and also have veins of gold in them

-the stuff on her shoulders and hammer are lichen-she takes such long naps outside they've started growing on her. And also earth genasi

-when shes raging she has magma veins coming from her eyes and hands, and the inside of her body also glows

-when shes not raging it cools to golden veins-still very hot to the touch sometimes

-didnt have a lot if ideas for her second outfit but i gave her a bearskin bc she is "grizzly"

-hammer is the other item from the Sheerays and is pretty much just a trunk on a stick in terms of design. Combined with the lute tho, they are probably some of the most powerful items in Faeza

Man thats a lot of characters. Should i have made these before I made 3 painting and a comic page? Yeah. But i didnt lol. Enjoy✌️

edit: fixed the magic item origins

#my art #tales from the stinky dragon #tftsd #slique the symphonius #ostin tashe #spectril the surreptitious #leonard lank #elleve the amender #marcy burns #grislee the groundbreaker #bo bender #paralyte #luz prattle #stinkydragonpod

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mistress-of-malevolence · 11 months

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For this year's Mer-may (which I definitely didn't almost forget about) I present Angler Fish N & Octopus Uzi~ just the sketches though.

◀◁Possible AU details below? ▷▶ Warning: Long.

Ok, so I've never really made an AU before. Still, While I was designing these I was trying to figure out how the sea/ocean creatures would work good not just with their respective species (worker, disassembly) and abilities but also how I could integrate their pre-existing designs so that they would look nice and make sense.

First, I decided I didn't want them to be robotic for this since I like working with organic creatures a bit more. Having flesh eliminates most movement restrictions when posing since the body material is malleable. while the idea of robot mermaids is cool, I didn't feel like drawing a bunch of joints and stuff like that. Second, If they were organic then I needed to figure out why they were fighting if it wasn't for a huge human plot to destroy rouge AI. And finally, how was I going to incorporate their powers like absolute solver and other such stuff without necessarily using technology. Having all these things in the back of my head while I was drawing led to the following, so without further ado, here's that ↓. This gonna be long, I can already feel it...

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◇Story stuff.

A long time ago, merpeople ruled the water in peace. Humans kept to the land and the only thing they had to worry about were the sirens: Natural predators to the merpeople.

In the eyes of the merfolk, sirens were dangerous. Mindless, bloodthirsty monsters that couldn't be reasoned with. fortunately, their naturally heightened senses left them sensitive to sunlight. This kept them mostly contained to deeper, darker waters than the merpeople usually inhabited.

During the day it was safe to hunt, play and generally flourish as a species and at night they would hide in sea caves and other small spaces that a siren would have trouble fitting into.

That's how it was for many peaceful years. Occasionally one or two would die a victim to the monsters of the deep, but that was just nature.

But slowly as time moved forward and Humanity continued to develop, the merpeople were driven to deeper waters to escape pollution and being hunted.

Uzi's mother, Nori began having visions of a terrible fate that awaited her kind if things continued as they were and after weeks of pleading with her people and her husband to heed the warnings, she went to the sirens alone. for what reason? No one really knows. It's a mystery that only she knew the answer to.

After getting stung by the sirens paralyzing venom, her husband Khan made the heartbreaking decision to put Nori out of her misery before the sirens could do any worse, leaving him to raise their infant daughter Uzi by himself.

The incident resulted in a lot of deaths and many of the families of those that had passed blamed Nori. Saying that she was a mad woman and rumouring that she was a witch who had been meddling in dark magic that caused her to lose her mind and wander towards her death.

Seventeen years later, Uzi had grown up to be an unstable and particularly angsty teenager with a strained relationship with her colony and her father. Uzi believed that the ever-looming threat of the sirens was not something to hide from, but to confront head-on. Such notions labelled her as her mother's daughter in the worst ways possible: Crazy, an incident waiting to happen, most likely going to get eaten by a siren for reasons they will never understand.

Khan had kept the colony safe since Nori's death by having everyone hide away in a cavern big enough to house them but with an entrance so well hidden that everyone believed that the sirens would never find a way in.

Inevitably, Uzi grew tired of cowering and after fashioning the first semi-modern weapon her people had seen out of sea trash and other things humans had chosen to toss into their waters, she snuck out to confront the enemy.

The siren's lair was decorated rather grimly, with the nest seemingly fashioned out of the bones of long-dead mermaids, skulls stacked up together to make the walls of the lair. Inside the dimly lit den was a single male siren who was in the middle of feasting on a mummified corpse which looked to have been drained of all its blood.

As soon as he noticed her, he rushed toward her with killing intent. Uzi's fight or flight kicked in as she brandished her weapon, but it failed to deter the monster in his bloodthirsty craze. He grabbed her by the shoulders, stinging her with the paralyzing toxin in his Claws. Uzi barely managed to break free from his grip by slashing his face with her weapon, sending him reeling back from shock.

Uzi immediately felt her limbs growing heavier but ignored it in favour of taking the opportunity to take the Siren by surprise. While he was distracted she threw her weapon to the ceiling causing an avalanche of skulls to come crashing down on top of him. Uzi had only a moment to breathe, thinking her enemy was buried and dead before a clawed hand burst through the top of the pile like a zombie about to dig itself out of the grave.

Panic surged through her and with as much strength she could muster she pushed away the darkening of her vision and forced the few tentacles that didn't refuse to move to propel her forward with enough force to hopefully finish the job.

The siren's head burst through the pile of death with a groan of pain, but before he could do anything else, he was knocked unconscious as rock made contact with his already aching head.

All was silent for a moment, Uzi fighting for consciousness as her vision continued to darken, whether she was just crashing from the adrenaline or if the toxin was shutting her brain down she wasn't sure. but then the monster woke up, a confused look on his face as he pulled himself out of the skeletons. he blinked and turned his attention to the little creature before him.

"Did you just hit me with that rock?"

"Holy crap it talks."

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◈Extra details.

-The sirens and Humans have a deal with each other that if the humans drive the Mer-people deeper into siren territory the sirens will kill the species off in exchange for making them more powerful.

-Apparently, the humans want them dead because they are considered a threat, and can't be reasoned with.

-this is a giant lie on the human part, as they have made no attempt to talk with the merpeople and plan to kill all the sirens after the mermaids are dead.

-Rather than absolute solver being a program I'm changing it to being some form of magic that the humans discovered mermaids had after analyzing corpses that had washed ashore.

-In order to gain this power plan on reverse engineering it from the merpeople's remains while eliminating the prospective threat to humanity at the same time.

-The humans claim that they will make the sirens more powerful by implementing them with tech that will supposedly allow them to live and hunt during the day.

-This tech would actually be something of a remote detonator that once activated would be used to kill all the sirens off at once.

-I haven't decided if all sirens are angler fish, but probably not because that would be boring for me to design.

-Not all merpeople are Octopi though, that's for sure.

-I'd say that since merpeople can be the same species without necessarily being based around the same sea creature, the babies would simply take after one parent entirely.

-This would make sense in this as to why Uzi looks like the spitting image of her mom.

-While trying to figure out Absolute Solver I was really channelling Ursula for Uzi with the skull and the octopus stuff and it all just kinda resulted in sea-witch.

-Both mermaids and Sirens got bioluminescence as a default so that we don't gotta stifle that glow they got in canon.

-Since it wouldn't make sense for fish to have screens and stuff of their faces and bodies, those dark areas where the face-screen would be are just body markings now.

-Uzi's hat is now a sea anemone that just kinda chills on top of her head, kinda like how they do with crabs in real life.

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I know this was really fucking long but if you made it to the end, thank you very much for reading❤️

Im still workshopping this and I don't even know if anyone has already done something like this. I wouldn't be too surprised if they had since it's May and Mermaids are pretty popular... idk, if I make a fic I'll let you know.

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movedtolilmouzee · 1 year

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hihii i reallyyy love ur writing!! can i request for bonten!mikey, ran and timeskip!hanma cheating on their wife with fem!reader. like maybe make the reader a villain in this fic. sorry if it's weird u can ignore it if u want. have a great day and make sure to drink water <33

ℑ𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔲𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶...

𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘈𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭, 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘛𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘙𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

(𝘡𝘦𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦- 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘰 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭! 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 <3.)

Nights of fighting, screaming at each other until one of you lost your voice, so much venom being spit at each other finally took its toll. Mikey finally found himself in bed with another woman, someone who didn't even bother to ask how his day was, didn't listen to him rant about himself, she wasn't you and never would be but Mikey couldn't stop. Something about her intoxicated him, made him continue coming back for more until you finally caught them. The look of utter disgust is what snatched Mikey back the the reality of what he'd done, he threw 2 years down the drain because of another argument that could of been worked through. This was the first time you'd seen Mikey show an emotion, it took the words "I hate your fucking guts, I hope you rot in hell" for him to break down crying fully understanding that he fucked up and fully lost you for good. Everything fell apart the moment you left, Mikey had finally been brought to his feet by you giving away his every plan to anyone who paid well enough. You were going to ruin his life just as he ruined yours.

Saying you fell head over heels with Ran was an understatement, you fell for ran like a puppy finding its new owner. Everyone warned you it wasn't going to end pretty, even Rindou warned you but you always pushed the worries and anxiety filled nights to the side when Ran came home, giving you a kiss on the head before going to bed. The warnings from everyone quickly became your reality. Coming home early with a few friends to help you set up for your anniversary, everyone quickly got silent when all eyes landed on a random girl and ran naked in the livingroom. You couldn't even tell if seeing that Ran seemed to enjoy the look of hurt and sadness on your face or the fact that he didn't even care you saw and wanted to leave. Rans last words to you "I'm sad I marries her and not you."

How you ended up with hanma seemed like it was straight out of a fairy tale. Taking him in after kisakis death, being the only person there for him and offering your home to him. You should of known that agreeing to date and even say yes to hanmas marriage proposal was a bad idea, you saw hanma go out with a new girl everynight and immediately ghost them after getting what he wanted, you had to lie for him when they showed up to your house. Even though hanma was a walking red flag, you simply ignored it and stayed with him only to end up hating yourself. Hanma wasn't husband material and finally it showed when hanma no showed on your dinner date, ignored your messages when all you wanted to know that he was ok, the icing on top was when hanma "accidentally" send you the other girls nudes and videos and got upset when you wanted to leave him. Four long hours of you both screaming at each other and your friends having to help you collect your things, hanma stopped caring his last words to you "You're just jealous, you weren't her in bed with me."

#mouzees corner #tw death #tw toxic relationship #tw cheating #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revengers #bonten arc #bonten mikey #bonten ran #hanma shuji #mikey sano #ran haitani #mikey angst #ran angst #hanma angst

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gabriellerudessa · 2 months

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This week my brain decided to remind me that Shino Aburame is my favorite from Naruto by making me dream that there was a dangerous spider (think RPG sized and venomous lol) at my house and thinking "damn I best call Shino to deal with it he will know what to do" and warning everyone to stay away while I went to search for him. Didn't actually find him while in the dream though, woke up before it 😓

Most random dream ever. Hadn't even THOUGHT about Naruto in the last months.

It succeeded in making me scrounge Tumblr and AO3 for ShinoxReader content (Shino is Husband Material I Have Spoken) (and ended up searching SasorixReader because one post reminded me that I also had a Sasori phase in the highs of Shippuuden, even if Shino is The One That Remained). Thanks Brain 🤡🤦🏻‍♀️😂🤷🏻‍♀️

#Shino Aburame #naruto #crazy dreams

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onlyseokmins · 2 years

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imagine if cheol being late at home and being punish by f/reader.

Since it was just his birthday and I think this fits the slip, I jumped ahead and did this first 😜 partially draws inspiration from @livjeonghan's super hot headcanon here but this is def not as soft or good as what livvie had laid out hdkskala and shout out to my cheol thots @bitchlessdino and @wonwussy for the input :3 ALSO tagging @husbandcheol and @happysmilebtr and miss @onlymingyus for no reason except it's Mr Scoups anyways this got longer than I thought but uh. hope y'all enjoy🤭

The darkened entrance to your shared apartment has Seungcheol breathing out a sigh of relief as he quietly shuts the door. It's much too early to celebrate though, because when he flips on the light and turns around, you're sitting on the couch with a frown on your lovely face.

"Why are you awake?" He gently reproaches as if he hadn't just let out an unflattering shriek of surprise. "It's late, love."

"It is late," you confirm and Seungcheol has to fight the inner battle of not staring at how good your tits look pushed up under your crossed arms. This is a serious situation. But it's not his fault with how much he misses you. Well — maybe it is. "Why is it that you are coming home at this hour?"

"Ah, I apologize, baby. You know how work ge — "

"Seungcheol."

There is no venom in your tone when you interrupt him firmly. Just flat disappointment. And maybe that makes his heart sink deeper. You're not the type of person to throw a tantrum with fiery fits of rage. Instead, it's a cold displeasure — enough to make even the temperature drop and a chill travel up a person's spine.

You're not worried about an affair. You know your husband is faithful beyond measure and that he's just as dedicated to his work as he is to you. Likewise, you're occupied managing your own workload which meant the two of you had both made the effort to dedicate a timeslot to celebrate Seungcheol's special day.

That was supposed to start six hours ago.

"Not even a phone call? A text?" You continue, gesturing towards the dining table filled with a delicious cuisine from his favorite restaurant. "I was worried something serious happened to you! Thanks to Jeonghan, at least I knew you were still alive."

"Baby, I'm so sorry — "

"You should be. For yourself. Seems like the birthday boy gets a punishment rather than the reward he originally deserved."

Your husband lets you take him by the hand and push on his shoulders so he's seated on the couch. Eyebrows raised when you lean forward, the silken bathrobe parting perfectly at the top to display your cleavage. He grunts as you fuss with his belt buckle, manicured hands wandering and brushing against his dick — which was by no means coincidental.

"I thought this was a punishment?"

"Oh, it is." When you've finally taken off his leather belt, it dangles from your pointer finger before you let it drop to the floor. "Especially if I have to use this. So, make sure you keep your hands where they are."

"Fuck, you serious?" Seungcheol curses, not only because of your command but more so when you untie your outer garment just enough so he can see what's underneath.

Contrary to what people believe, although his signature colors are reds and blacks, the dirty secret you share as a couple is that he loves the color white — especially if you're the one wearing it. Some might point to how angelic it makes you look, the innocent contrast of lacy material wrapping your body in a desirable way only to be obscenely torn off for sinful acts.

That may be true but you know for a fact he gets a kick out of turning the ivory fabric translucent — with your wetness, his saliva, or a mix of either of your releases.

Although tonight's "gift" was meant to be different. Seungcheol licks his lips when he sees your exposed nipples and glistening cunt. It's a skimpy lingerie set, simply made for fucking. The attire lacks any sense of modesty and fails to hide a thing from curious eyes — the stockings attached to the garter belt and the shield of your short bathrobe the most coverage on your body.

"Could've had your way with me immediately. Would've had full access to this pussy the minute you stepped in the door. Slid in and slammed me right against the wall — at the table, on the counter, in the bathroom."

Your husband clenches his jaw in regret, fingers digging into his thighs at your words as he tries to will his mind not to think about such a scenario.

"Would've been all your choice, lover boy. Was ready to be your perfect little fuck toy for your birthday, let you do whatever you wanted with me." You pout in fake disappointment and lightly circle your nipples. "But work was just too important."

"No, I — "

"Your baby girl waited for so long. All by herself." Another curse leaves Seungcheol's mouth when you pull out something familiar from the pocket of your robe. Red, black, and hard. You turn it over in your palms as if you've never seen it before. "Oh, this silly thing? Yeah, my boyfriend bought it. You see, back then we had to do a little training prep because he has such a big dick," you let out a hiss as you glide it between your folds for lubrication, "just didn't know he could be one, too."

The man in question is blabbering apologies as the upcoming punishment clicks in his brain.

"No, no, no! Baby, God, baby please don't do this to me."

If there was one thing your partner hated, it was not being able to touch you. Even when you pleasured yourself, it had to be on his lap or where he could easily slide a hand down to rub at your clit, lick the slick off your fingers or folds, and at the very least — brush the hair behind your ears as you cum, trembling in the hold of his strong arms.

But now, you stand way out of reach in front of him. Breathy grunts leave your pretty lips as you ease the large dildo inside of your tight cunt and forbid him to move, touch you, or himself.

It's torture.

At least you're allowing him to make noises for now and Seungcheol moans the same time you do when the toy is finally nestled fully within you.

The dildo is indeed somewhat special. It's big enough to nudge gently at your sweet spot and has the right amount of girth to stretch you to take Seungcheol's cock easier. You occasionally still use it years later, especially in times when you're lonely. Unfortunately, it's nowhere near the warm feeling of a real dick — plus it's not attached to the man you love. But it's enough to put on a show and you know that he's suffering when his hands fly to his face in desperation, squeezing his eyes shut.

"C'mon, love. Look at me. Look at how greedy this pussy is, how it aches to be filled. It could've been yours tonight when you walked through the door, baby."

Your name falls off of Seungcheol's tongue as he pleads with you. He'd do anything to make up for disappointing you. So, you pause — the dildo in your hands shiny from your ministrations.

"Do you know why I'm upset?"

"Because I put work first. Before us."

"Wrong," you berate, "before yourself. Baby, this is your birthday and your special day. We made plans to celebrate you. You were supposed to have this evening off to relax... enjoy yourself. Maybe fuck me or something."

"I-I know. And I'm sorry... I promise to tell Seongsu to fuck off next time."

Your eyebrows knit together in worry. "All I'm saying is to just abide by the boundaries you've set. If your boss won't even allow that, we're job searching."

"If I promise to do so, will you finally get your cute lil ass on my lap and use me to your content?" He asks cheekily, instantly regretting so when you refuse.

"You have to actually do something for a reward. But I'll consider it if you do. As for using you, well..."

He can only nod vigorously, mouth turning dry when you slip the sash from your robe out of its loopholes. You come closer and lean over him once more, gently tying the silk material around his head so it covers his eyes.

"You still with me, birthday boy?"

"Y-yeah. But... what are you doing?"

You don't reply right away, placing the dildo in his left hand. He clutches it with a groan, feeling your wetness dripping on it. Positioning his arm where you want it, you kneel with one hand on his shoulder and the other on the back of the couch for balance. Hovering above the toy, you whisper in his ear.

"Using you," and sink down as both of you let out simultaneous moans again. Loudly. "Touch me or yourself and we go straight to sleep."

He swears for the umpteenth time, the heat radiating from your cunt so close to his fingertips nearly drives him insane. With his eyesight restricted, he's able to focus on the slick sounds of you sliding up and down the dildo, praises of how good he's being right in his ear.

You giggle after a quick glance down at his crotch. He's hard as can be with a dark patch of pre-cum signifying where the tip of his cock is straining from its confinement in his jeans. Begging — just like him — to be released and in you. Right hand tensed, veins bulging all the way up to his neck where you place a kiss against one and he tries to squirm away with a throaty grunt.

"You're being such a good boy," you coo as you sink down just barely above his nails that are digging into the silicone, and then lift up so only a fraction of the toy is inside. "If you make me cum just like this, then you'll certainly get your reward."

Seungcheol gently wiggles the dildo, your hiss a sign that it's still in you before he slowly pushes upwards. Once he gets a better feel (because he knows your body very well — taking "knowing your body with his eyes closed to a new level"), the strength in his arms that you lack allows him to thrust it up in you just like all those years ago when he prepped you. Way too soon, you're seeing sparks and feeling the tingles that signify your rush to release.

Your face is buried in his neck, tongue sporadically licking at the marks you suck on it. A usual place you like to anchor yourself when you're coming undone. Meanwhile, your husband's biting his lip, hard enough to draw blood as he focuses on steeling himself from cumming untouched. Unsurprisingly, he does have incredible control but that doesn't mean it's easy.

You clamber into his lap as you catch your breath and come down from the high. Full weight leaning against his firm body although his hips can't help but buck up once he feels your wet warmth directly on top of his dick and he whimpers in need. Removing the makeshift blindfold reveals his brown eyes that are a bit dazed but he smiles lovingly at you, albeit sheepishly.

"Hey, you." You run a hand through his hair. "All good?"

"Besides feeling like I'm going to literally combust — yeah. All good."

A chaste kiss on his swollen lips quickly turns sultry and messy so you pause to slip your bathrobe off fully. Seungcheol whines in adoration, one hand groping at your ass. He lets you guide the other one under the band of your bra strap, the motion causing your tits to jiggle and he throws his head back.

"You're killing me."

"You'll survive," you tease. Your free hand slides under the waistband of your crotchless panties, snapping it against your skin for good effect. "You have to unwrap your birthday present first, don't you?"

"Only if it's you."

You hum in contemplation as he continues to fiddle with the bra strap but opts to appreciate the direct access to your nipples instead.

"I mean, there's more but I don't mind taking care of this first." Finally, you take out his leaking cock, easily slipping it inside your wet cunt. "Happy birthday, Cheol, I love you."

In a tangle of tongues and moans, he pants against your mouth. Whispering a multitude of adoring praises to you, the love of his life.

Best birthday gift ever.

Send me a NSFW headcanon and I’ll write a 5(ish) sentence ficlet about it 👀👅

#ez.creates #seungcheol smut #choi seungcheol smut #scoups smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #kpop smut #wooz1rice #Ty for sending smth so fun in btw hope u like it!#svt.smut

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bledyn · 1 year

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Sometimes I imagine how the world would be if Tom Hardy read the venom fics out there and THEN I remember that he wrote one. Venom: Let there be carnage. Venom 2 was a fanfiction. Venom 2 was a fanfiction written by him in his phone notes and Sony just thought "yeah, let's give our fans what they want" and that was a wholesome domestic gay love story with monsterfucking undertones and cannibalism.

#tom hardy #they really just said here is also the eddievenom baby you wanted #venomxeddie #venom is husband material #eddie is his beloved #baby carnage deserved better #i have a problem and its called ao3

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kajaono · 2 years

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Season 2: canon or queercatching?

I see many GO cast and crew talking about a romance in season 2 and many people seem to take that as a confirmation that the Ineffable Husbands will be confrimed canon in season 2. But will they? Looking at the past I think we should be careful with our excitment. Because this could be queercatching instead of actual queer reprsentation.

To those of you unfamilar with the term, I can highly recommend you to watch this glorious video by Rowan Ellis.

Short summary: Queercatching is confirming a character as queer outside the show without ever making it explicit inside the show. So why I am so pessimistic? Neil already wrote a beautiful queer show, called the Sandman, didn’t he? Yeah, and this is already the first problem

1. Network

It does matter what Network you are writing for, as “beautiful” shown by Disney over the last couple of years. Netflix is really open to LGBTQ topics in their shows that are not aiming at a major audience. But they are also quick to cancel those shows again, and also netflix struggles to include queer characters in their major shows. The witcher, Stranger Things, Bridgerton... most of this shows have none or only one well written out and proud queer person among the main cast.

Now let us look at Prime. The wheel of time, The rings of power. Zero so far in LOTR, one queer side character in TWOT. Not a good starting point for making Ineffable husbands canon. Because let not fool you. GO is a show aimed at a mass market. A mass market that already had a breakdown over Sandman... at Netflix... not aimed at a mass market.

I can really recommend everyone to read the BTS book of the director of Shadowhunters, it is a beautiful inside in what rules the showrunners have to follow. Showrunners can not just go and make the main lead gay. Look at Velma f.e.

2. Advertisment

I saw people saying: But the show is promoted by the romantic relationship between the leads. So it must be explicit in the show.

Nope.

Promo has nothing NOTHING to do with the actual show. Social media campaigns are not run by the writers or showrunners, but by the network, giving the promo material to social media managers who also have not watched the show yet.

Look at the examples above.

Or the Venom Rom Com trailer for movie 1. Yeah, Venom and Eddie are dating and married. But at this point no one knew there would be a love confession in movie 2. This was just pure bait.

And yup, we now have the heart photo for our fav Demon/Angle duo.

But this just promo. Promo has nothing to do with the actual show. Promo can be accidentally or deliberately misleading. Yeah their wings are heartshaped, I see that, you see that... but is it confirmed? By anyone from the show? Has Neil said the wings are supposed to be hearts? Nope. Maybe he can’t, but I am actually really sure he won’t. Because this is what we are reading into it, not necessarily what is actually supposed to be here. Remeber: Gender reveal: blue

But Neil said they love eachother?

I hear you say. Well, yeah but the whole quote is this:

They love eachother, they are not necessarily “in love” with each other. Also Neil really does support a QPR reading of them. This is also queer, of course, no question on that. But that would it make easier for Neil to claim they love eachother, without showing it explicit inside the show

But why would he do that?!

Well because, as he often has said, this is not his story. He shares this story with TP. He often said he does this show to honor TP, to honor his ideas. With sandman he did whatever he wanted, because it was queer and diverse all along. BUt with GO he is more careful. He will not do drastic changes, but leave the romantic relationship subtext and only epxlicit outside the show.

Let us look at other examples here:

F.e. the poly relationship in Levegere. It was confirmed by the showrunner that the OT3 is canon inside the show:

But it was never shown explicit. Not even in the soft reboot this year.And this show is produced by IMBD TV und runs of Amazon Freeve. So what a showrunner is saying on social media on what is actually happening inside a show does not necessarily has to be the same

Or how to train your dragon also has a gay character. Did you knew that or did you missed it like everyone else? It was even stated in the show. You don’t believe me: “This is why I never married. This and another reason” There is it stated that he canon gay inside the movie.

So what am I saying? That Neil is just bsaiting the fans, that Neil is bad at LGBTQ representation? No, I am saying that an explicit love story between Azi and Crowley is maybe not the story Neil wants to tell.

he is aware these two love eachother and he will never split them up. And he is aware that those are two non human genderless beings but that doesn’t change the fact that until now we have no real hint that they will be explicit queer in season 2.

But he said there will be a romance? Yeah, but he didn’t said between whom, so be careful with statement like that

Thats all I want to say with that post, be careful with your excitment.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #good omens season 2

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paradiserots · 3 months

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— INTRODUCING , 𝐉𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 .

* ◟ : 〔 yaya dacosta , cis-woman + she/her 〕 JORDANA UNDERWOOD , some say you’re a FOURTY-FOUR lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both RESOLUTE and CALLOUS, one can’t help but think of KING by FLORENCE + MACHINE when you walk by. are you still a BOSS at WHITE CROCODILES / OWNER at NEW YORK BALLET COMPANY, even with your reputation as the KING KILLER? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and RULING WITH AN IRON HEART AND IRON FIST , PERFECTLY LACQUERED RED NAILS , A SHREWD SMILE CARRYING GENERATIONS OF SECRETS although we can’t help but think of MARCIA ROY (SUCCESSION) , VIOLET CRAWLEY (DOWNTOWN ABBY) , JESSICA PEARSON (SUITS) , whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

— STATS . FULL NAME . jordana underwood-rocha NICKNAMES . jordy BIRTHDAY . january 9th AGE . fourty-four GENDER . cis-woman PRONOUNS . she/her ORIENTATION . bisexual biromantic FAMILY . emiliano underwood (husband)†, adeline underwood (step-daughter), hector underwood (step-son) OCCUPATION . owner of new york ballet company boss @ white crocodiles MARKINGS/TATTOOS . a tattoo of a river on the inside of her wrist PIERCINGS . earlobe piercings HEIGHT . 5’8

— PERSONALITY . POSITIVE TRAITS . steadfast, ambitious, reliable, stoic NEGATIVE TRAITS . authoritarian, demanding, haughty, narrow-minded, opinionated, venomous LANGUAGES . english, spanish, russian, italian, french EDUCATION . high school and some college MBTI . estj (the executive) ENNEAGRAM . type 3 (the achiever) MORAL ALIGNMENT . lawful neutral. DEADLY SIN . pride HEAVENLY VIRTUE . diligence ZODIAC . capricorn sun

— BIOGRAPHY.

tw: murder, car accident, age gap

ROMILDA ROCHA IS AN EXCEPTIONALLY CRUEL WOMAN. Your father, Paulo Rocha, is a shell of a man— capable of obedience and obedience alone. Together, they maintain a small fortune passed on from Romilda’s family. You excel in your schooling, piano, etiquette, and ballet lessons, and while it would never be enough to satiate you— no one could deny you of her material successes. At least until you're made to share the spotlight with your older brothers. You are only met with the back burner, indefinitely condemned to living in their shadow.

You despise them for it. You despise that you work infinitely harder while still reaping infinitely fewer rewards. Even as you skyrocket to the top of your class, ascending to the role of prima ballerina in the New York Ballet Company, you know its power you truly desire. Eventually, you understood this would not be something gained with your own family.

The night you meet EMILIANO UNDERWOOD begins like any other night. It is the night after auditions, and several ballerinas celebrate at a nearby ritzy bar. Emiliano happens to be there with who you eventually discovers are other members of White Crocodiles. He’s someone your parents would never approve of— widowed, with ten year old twins— and not to mention 25 years your senior. They aren’t entirely wrong in that regard— being a step mother at 27 is certainly not something you’d had in the works prior.

Emiliano introduces you to a different sort of a power— a power to be taken in the hands of those most worthy.

Your family is more than aware of what Emiliano actually does for a career, despite it largely going unspoken. They turn a blind eye to the Underwoods’ immense wealth, pretending as if a family could truly amass that sort of money from owning a sanitation company. Your mother begs her to marry one of the well connected suitors your family possess in their back pocket, but you choose Emiliano each and every time (even today, you’d always choose him.)

When you’re eventually married, it is the Underwoods you primarily spend your time with. You learn the inner workings of the sanitation company, and eventually White Crocodiles (Emiliano is easy enough to convince). You are beloved wherever you go, proving yourself to be an asset in a multitude of ways (though the Underwood children never do quite warm up to you…)

Ah‚ her stepchildren, Adeline and Hector. It’s a shame you didn’t get along better when they were children. You knew better than to think you could fill their mother’s shoes (nor did you possess the maternal abilities in order to do so.) You thought then rather unremarkable in spite of the affluent circumstances they’d been brought up in. As if they’d never really wanted anything– because they never really needed to.

Seventeen years into your marriage, and the future of the mob exists in limbo. Your husband, who has grown increasingly disillusioned and paranoid over the years, had begun listening to you, his consigliere, less and less. He’s hardly the man you once knew or married, power ironically leading to his undoing. It becomes increasingly noticeable to many that Emiliano is not fit to lead. Something needed to be done. You’d once adored this man, and for that, you’d gift him the death of a martyr.

As far as the wider world knows, Emiliano Underwood met his demise in a tragic car accident. It was later revealed that the breaks in his vehicle were tampered with, but the person responsible was never located. As the White Crocodiles mourn their boss, many speculate who was behind the accident, but never the finger pointed at the grieving widow. They do not question you when you step into the role of boss, never once questioning you as you usher the mafia into an unmatched era of prosperity. It is ADELINE alone who holds the truth of the unspoken circumstances behind the death of Emiliano. Otherwise, you are a king killer through rumor alone.

#lawlessintro #— introduction: jordana .#imelda 2 point 0 here we go #tw car accident #tw age gap #tw murder

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porcelaincvnt · 2 years

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𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄.

💉narcissist!madara x fem!reader

💉 modern au !

cw // alcoholism , mentions of sex , toxic relationship , stockholm syndrome

tw ! ! abuse ( mental, physical, and emotional )

if uncomfortable, please click off and take care. otherwise, proceed with caution and enjoy <3

💉

“i’m so sorry darling, you know i didn’t mean to make you cry..” madara softly spoke as he wiped your tears. the leather touching the raw flesh made it stung from his harsh slap earlier, your makeup was ruined with your lipstick smeered.

“you know i’d never hurt you, i just lost my temper again..” he cooed, pulling you closer to him. his touch was tender and gentle, but even you knew it was a façade. one that will crumble and fall apart by the next morning, then your husband will be back to his normal self. full of himself, no empathy, and seeing other as inferior to him.

a narcissist. the embodiment of pride.

but how could you leave him? the moment you married him, you belonged to the uchiha family. he made it very clear on your wedding day, lips to ear, he whispered his declare of his ownership of you. it would be sealed when those two words slipped off your tongue after saying vows that would mean nothing in the future.

I do.

ever since, your life was blissful hell. your husband’s narcissistic tendencies would be the genesis of his abusive nature. nights of him berating every single thing you do, from your looks to your mannerism to even the way you talk. there’s always something to “critique” about you, although it would be him spitting his venom at you.

on the other hand, he was the embodiment of perfect, there was nothing to hate about him, nothing to “critique” about him, and anyone who does is only envious of his wealth, success and beauty. he was beyond perfect, he is better and always will be better.

you are only a figure for him to show off, the golden wife. the love of his life. you were considered the lucky woman who married a prestigious, handsome and sweetest man to walk on this earth.

oh how they couldn’t be farther from the truth.

💉

you stood on the balcony, the sun shined down on the white stone material, your black silk dress flowed in the wind, revealing your figure. your cheek still stung from last night, the impact of madara’s slap replays in your head.

you clutched onto the balcony railing, trying your hardest not to cry again. you knew how much madara hated it when you cried, often ending in cold silence or another harsh smack to the face.

that’s when you felt two arms wrap around your waist and reaching up to your breasts, the hands curving around them delicately. you turned to see madara behind you, smiling like he didn’t make you cry the other night.

“how’d you sleep darling?” he asked.

“i slept… well…” you lied through the skin of your teeth. answering any of his questions was a gamble.

he leaned closer and bit your earlobe gently, his mouth gliding down to the side of your neck, biting down on the bruises that still remain. you jumped from the sudden pain, it hurts so good but felt so bad.

it’s no surprise that your husband would use sex as a way of “comfort”. or in better terms, as manipulation. some nights, sex with him was a toxic mix of pain and pleasure ending with him leaving you bruised and battered. other nights when you were on the verge of leaving, he became gentle with your body and would give you proper aftercare to distract you of his abuse on your body. it was terrifying, yet something you romanticized in your head.

but today was your breaking point.

you grabbed his wrists when he was about to lift your dress, clutching onto them tightly. fear and regret shot through your body but you remained still. madara’s grin twisted into a frown, his eyes darkened, only they can tell what horrors he wants to do to you.

“what do you think your-“

“don’t. please, i’m not in the mood right now.”

you said firmly, almost shocked of how your tone dropped.

“please madara, i-“

SMACK.

a stinging pain struck your nerves as you felt the side of your face grow numb, and tears immediately fell.

“now who told you to speak to me like that?”

he sneers, grabbing your throat and pulling you closer to him until your bodies touched.

“i was going to treat you nicely this morning, but i guess your too ungrateful.”

his words hurts. and they hurt so bad, you didn’t realize the little noises that came out of your mouth.

you immediately fell apart.

“i-i’m sorry! i’m so sorry! please forgive me! please i beg!”

your voice cracked, and half of the words you spewed out was babbling nonsense. how pathetic you felt now crumbling in front of your husband. your hands shot up, covering your face.

“don’t give me that, who was the one that made me lose my temper once again hm?” he asked, your heart dropped knowing what was going to come out of his mouth.

“i wanted to so something as a way of my apologizing to how i treated you last night, but yet, you take it all for granted. how would you even fathom of how that hurts me..?” his voice softened, almost innocent sounding, like a kicked puppy.

the pit in your stomuch only grew worse as guilt washed over you. you knew what he was doing, you knew. but it didn’t matter, besides, if nothing went his way, you’d crumble until it did. his gaslighting was harsh but eerily gentle. he would never raise his voice, but manipulate you emotionally. it broke you.

every. single. time.

“im..” you try to speak, but you were pulled into his arms, locked into a tight embrace. his warm touch washed over you, erasing the guilt and fear that bubbled in your stomach just seconds ago.

“don’t feel so bad about yourself darling, i still love you so much.” he whispers in your ear, but his words still didn’t soothe the scars of last night, or even any night with him.

you were past your breaking point. but it just felt so damn good when he embraces you like this. you couldn’t escape his wrath, every breakdown felt so cathartic but so dangerous knowing how your husband would “handle” your outbursts.

“you know i’d never hurt you, right darling?”

of course he wouldn’t. he never has. never will? yes, never will.

💉

a/n: my apologies if the writing got a bit confusing, the intention was to write in the perspective of the reader, or better yet, the blunt way of describing the reader’s mindset. hence why the tone shifts in an emotional way. it’s to show the reader’s mind and how the abuse warps the relationship, it’s a way of how the brain protects itself ( saying this as a person with similar trauma )

thank you for reading ! comments & reblogs are welcomed! ~ 💉

#tw dark content #naruto #naruto x reader #tw abuse #tw ab*se #tw toxic relationship #naruto x you #madara uchiha #madara #madara x y/n #dark content

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moonflower91 · 1 year

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Threats Masked As Truce

A/N: I'm making up my own histories for House Arryn here, I know it's not accurate to the canon material, but please bear with me

It was at Otto's request that she'd ridden beside his ship atop Vexxa as they travelled to Dragonstone. In her grandsire's hand was a peace agreement written by Aegon's own hand, promising peace and station if Rhaenyra gave up the throne and supported Aegon.

"Arriving on dragonback will be seen as an act of aggression." Alicent had counted when the suggestion arose in the Small Council's chambers. "And I will not have my youngest daughter brought into the fold and be placed at risk!"

"Saerah has been locked away in castle's at one point or another. She has not traveled, she is a stranger to the commonfolk. She needs to be seen, Alicent. Loved." Otto had replied. It was left unspoken that the girl was past ripe for marriage.

Had he been able to convince Viserys otherwise, he would have brought Saerah back to Court by the time she was three and ten, and fostered good will with Houses other than Tyrell. Alas, the child's poisonous words that night at Driftmark had embittered Viserys' affections.

"She will not find a suitable husband on Dragonstone."

"But she will be seen. And known. Word will spread northward of her beauty and bravery in facing down the wrath of Daemon and Rhaenyra--"

"It matters for naught, if she'd burned alive!" Alicent's hand slapped down at the table. The council's chambers were silenced at that. "You would have me risk my youngest daughter, for what? If it is a betrothal you seek to secure, send her to Winterfell, to the Iron Islands if you must. Not into the dragon's maw."

"Your Grace." Came the even tone of Lord Lannister. Alicent's eyes flickered up. "The young princess is untested at the game we must play. But she shows promise, but the only way to know for certain is to send her out."

"I ask you then, why risk this chance at peace to test Saerah?"

"She is more level headed than Aegon and Aemond. She'll know when to loose her venom, and when to swallow it down."

"To be blunt, your Grace, none of us sitting here truly trust the Hand to return unscathed if he is not accompanied by a dragon. Vhagar is too big, and Sunfyre is as brash as our King." the Grand Maester added.

Alicent sighed, feeling as though she was fighting a loosing battle. All their reasons for sending Saerah with her grandsire were, admittedly, logical. But the situation was delicate. One wrong word, one wrong movement it could all end. They'd be at full out war.

"Let me understand this." Alicent spoke, her hands clenched beneath her chin. "You want her to go to spread word of her beauty and courage to inspire a betrothal. You want her to go to test her worthiness as a pawn in your games. You want her to go to protect her grandsire from Daemon's wrath." Her eyes flickered back open and she swept her gaze across the faces of the men sat at the table. Finally, she looked to her father. "Have I the right of it, father?" Otto did not speak, but his leveled stare was not one of shame or anger. Impassive, as always. Cold and calculating.

/ / /

Vexxa circled the oceans surrounding the ancient castle as her grandsire and his guards ascended the stairs leading to Dragonstone. She could hear the shrill call of Caraxes somewhere along the ridges of the cliff and thought it more prudent to await Otto's party joining Rhaenyra's before making her descent.

With a deep groan, she guided Vexxa to just behind the Hightower guardsmen, her girl's talons digging into the stone and leaving deep scores to maintain her balance. Neither Rhaenyra nor her husband flinched.

"Brought a baby dragon to protect you, eh Otto?" Daemon taunted , glaring at her grandfather as he often seemed to do.

"Princess Saerah is here to observe the ways of peacemaking, nothing more." Her grandsire replied.

"You mean learn there are other ways of getting what you want than spreading your legs and lying back? I'm afraid your efforts are for naught, Otto, if the girl is like her whore mother."

Vexxa gave a mighty shriek then, unexpected at the end of Daemon's filth, making the guards behind the Blacks flinch and Rhaenyra's unblinking eyes move to Saerah's form. But Saerah saw none of it, her stare focused solely on the worm who called her mother a whore.

"My mother bore no bastards." she murmured, hoping he could hear her.

He did, as did Rhaeyra and Otto.

Staring at his brother's youngest cunt of a daughter, Daemon sneered. "I'd rather feed my sons to the dragons than have them bear cups to your miserable, drunken cunt of a king."

"I'd be happy to lend Vexxa to satisfy that promise, uncle." she called from the saddle. Vexxa would happily roast the worm's sons and daughters both. Well...perhaps not the babes. Mostly, she wanted Jacerys, Lucerys, Rhaena and Baela. And Daemon too, but he'd die last so he could watch the others die screaming.

But she knew in her heart that had the positions been reversed, Daemon and his wife would not have made the distinction. Not only would all of Alicent Hightower's children meet a dragon's fire, so would little Jaehaerys and Jaehaera.

Saerah would swallow her fear and horror and burn the littlest of Rhaenyra's children to protect the two babes sweet Helaena had brought into the world.

But she begged, silently that Rhaenyra saw the good sense of truce, of compromise to spare them all the bloodshed.

For her part, Saerah would even propose a match between her children and Jacerys' and Baela's children. She'd send her sons to be wards at Driftmark under Lucerys.

But before they could expect her honied words and promises of letting the past gather the dust of time and peace, they had to know that she was as willing to breathe fire as they were.

"Caraxes and Syrax would tear your dragon's wings off before you could turn in their direction." Rhaenyra growled, her voice strong and resolute.

Saerah smiled cuttingly. "Vexxa can outfly you both. Caraxes is bigger, this is true, but Vexxa is swifter. The notion that Syrax is a threat is laughable. The creature is slow and fat and overly indulged."

"Come down from that saddle and show your mettle, whore."

"For what? There are no heavy stones about, uncle. Nothing to beat me over the head with like your first unfortunate wife." The tight look on Daemon's face gave little away, but she delighted in how Rhaenyra's head twitched to face her husband, stopping before she could show her doubt. "I've just been to the Vale. I've heard stories and suffice it to say the ties Princess Rhaenyra has to the Vale are fraying as we speak."

"My mother was an Arryn, girl." Rhaenyra spat. Saerah rolled her eyes. For all the Valyrian pride the gods had stuffed into Rhaenyra and Daemon both, they did so enjoy claiming blood-ties when it suited them.

"And your mother has been dead longer than the Lord of the Eyrie is old." She could see her elder sister seethe with silent rage and counted it as a victory.

In truth, the Vale was divided. Some were rageful and disgusted at the idea of bowing to Rhaenyra, solely for the one she'd chosen to marry. Daemon was hated throughout the Vale, and it was no secret that if they bent to Rhaenyra, they bent the knee to Daemon as well. The other side of the coin balked at the idea, for Rhaenyra had Arryn blood in her heart and it was a worse sin to uphold the murder of Rhea Royce over the blood of kin. Kin who had been named years past as the heir to the kingdoms.

"It makes no matter. They will bend the knee and upholding their fucking oaths or the Eyrie will be laid low with dragonfire." Daemon replied, advancing a step. Yes, she thought. Show them all what you are.

"Enough of this. It settles nothing." Her grandfather called, his voice stern, casting a cold look over his should at his granddaughter.

Otto looked back to Rhaenyra, reaching into his cloak to pluck out another rolled piece of paper. Curious, Saerah tilted her head.

"Queen Alicent has not forgotten your shared girlhood, nor the love you once shared..."

#aemond targaryen x sister!oc #asoiaf #otto hightower #daemon targaryen #alicent hightower #anti daemon targaryen #house of the dragon

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Metal Gear!!

YIPPEEE TY FOR SENDING IT IN

Favorite character:

kazuhira miller my beloved

Least Favorite character:

oh man. i think most of the characters are pretty cool, or im at least neutral on. hm. even the awful evil villains i find really interesting. i guess i can collectively say the b&b corps? i thought they were just boring, overdramatic fanservice.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):

❤️vkaz❤️ (venom snake/kaz miller)

otasune (solid snake/otacon)

solimiller (solid snake/kaz miller)

strangeboss (dr strangelove/the boss)

the insane mess that is bbvocelhira (big boss/venom snake/ocelot/kaz miller)

Character I find most attractive:

KAZ MILLER 😳 fucking. gender goals.

Character I would marry:

venom snake. or solid snake. both prime husband material ❤️

Character I would be best friends with:

otacon or mei-ling. i think we would get along very well :3 two very big nerds and also probably two of the sanest ppl in the series 😂

A random thought:

if you like mgs youll probably like no more heroes. begging more people to play them.

An unpopular opinion:

im not even sure this is an unpopular opinion but. i dont give a shit about the good queer rep/bad queer rep arguments. its a 30+ year old series with the majority of the games coming out before 2010. none of these characters are gonna be handled well. i still think the canon/subtextually queer characters are really interesting, even if they fall prey to stereotypes or the whole "queer-coded villain" thing (or in the case of metal gear where a not insignificant amount of the villains are explicitly queer)

or the ppl who get upset that ocelot HAS to be gay. why do you care. if someone wants to make him bi, let them. it doesnt hurt you. hes still queer either way.

My canon OTP:

i would argue otasune is basically canon. they adopted a daughter together.

if thats not good enough, then bbkaz 👍 awful awful couple and theyre so funny about it. they even had sex under a box on the beach.

Non-canon OTP:

vkaz. insane premise for a ship and i love it so much. what if i thought you were my lost love and you look and sound and act just like him but when i realize ive been tricked i vow to kill him (not you, just him). i love him and therefore i love you (i do.), i hate him and therefore i hate you (do i?).

Most badass character:

jetstream sam. guy does all that with no cybernetic enhancements (aside from the one arm he had to have replaced). (he wears a sort of power suit instead, whereas all his teammates are full on insane robot bodies. underneath his suit is mostly flesh and bone.)

Pairing I am not a fan of:

rairose. i just dont get it.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):

ROSE AND NAOMI AND MERYL. they really dont know how to handle women 😭

Favourite friendship:

SUNNY AND RAIDEN 🥺🥺🥺

also raiden and blade wolf. very funny banter.

if the formatting is fucked up. im on mobile rn im sorry 💔

questions from here !!!

#jazz noises #inbox #metal gear #thelocalmuffin

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