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The Fall from the Heavens (14)

[ dark • Aemond x Strong • niece female ]

[ warnings: sex content, kind of hate sex, but at the same time love sex, smut, angst, violence, swearing, anxiety ]

[ description: A cool distance turns into friendship and more when two children see that they can find refuge and understanding in each other. However, naïve dreams collide with the reality in which every event has consequences and what once could have been love becomes a dark, newly painful obsession. Angst, sexual tension, obsession, violence, madness, very dark Aemond. ]

The story in this series is an alternate reality from the oneshot Stay and love, leave and die, in which Aemond reads the letters his niece has sent to him over the years. They are the same characters and it shows what would have happened between them − I have changed the background story from their childhood slightly for the sake of the plot.

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* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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He tried to be forewarned and careful, to think about not letting his guard down, but the moment his wife started to ride him he lost his temper.

He couldn't believe how different the experience was compared to what had happened to him in the brothel that day, his face pressed against her soft, firm breasts, sucking and licking them, her lovely nipples hard and swollen with desire.

The thrusts of his hips were desperate, sloppy and fast, the closeness of her warm body, her scent, her hands entwined in his hair, her fleshy muscles that squeezed and sucked his fat cock made him not even know when he came, panting and moaning loudly, surprised at how shockingly intense pleasure shook his body.

He closed his eyelids, feeling her walls clench against him in fulfilment – she rose and fell on top of him for a moment more with sweet, helpless cry, cuddling him into her. He breathed loudly with his lips pressed against her naked, hot, sweaty body, his face deep between her breasts.

"I love you." He heard her whisper and opened his eyes, feeling his heart begin to pound like mad, his long fingers involuntarily digging into the soft skin of her buttocks. "I've always loved you."

For some reason he wanted to cry at her words.

He swallowed hard, thinking of how for years he had dreamed as a child that once they were married she as his wife would whisper it in his ear every night, that their affection would be their sweet secret, his reason to be proud.

His mother did not love his father as a man despite him being king; she did not spend her nights with him, she was not his lover or confidante, he never witnessed her speak to her husband the way his niece spoke to him.

The thought that he could surpass his father, have something that no one else had and that could be the envy of other men filled him with pride.

Something that neither his father, his brother or Criston Cole had.

When he lost his eye and his mother decreed that he should marry someone else, foreign women suddenly began to appear around him – lords from all over the kingdom arrived in King's Landing on any pretext hoping that the Queen would look on their daughters' candidacy with a kindly eye.

Despite his mother encouraging him to befriend them, he was reluctant to do so and often made them cry with his behaviour.

"You have a wonderful collection of books, my Prince." Said softly a girl with a pleasingly shapely body and beautiful light hair tied in an intricate braid, her eyes blue and shining, she was Lord Stark's niece and spoke with a slight northern accent.

He looked at her reluctantly; his mother forced him to show her his collection of volumes on philosophy and history on the excuse of giving them an opportunity to speak in solitude, which he had absolutely no desire to do.

She was kind, calm, smiling, graceful and charming, ironic and warm at the same time – looking at her he thought she was the perfect candidate for a wife.

So why didn't he feel anything standing next to her?

"Mmm." He hummed, not knowing what he should answer, his gaze fled out of the window, to the courtyard.

He imagined it wasn't her standing next to him, it was the one he was trying to forget, his mind involuntarily beginning to suggest to him what he would surely hear from her mouth.

"You read so much about human nature and mind, uncle, and you cannot behave properly towards a lady. So I offer you a word of advice − you should, with your characteristic haughtiness and coolness, tell her the history of our lineage, which she will pretend to listen to with interest. Some gentler expression would not hurt either, though I do not expect such far-reaching concessions from you."

He smirked involuntarily under his breath, imagining that he opened his mouth and replied to her that her taunts were already boring him, that he expected better rhetoric from his betrothed when it came to the vices he understood she had just accused him of.

He knew she would have laughed merrily at his words, seeing his grimace of amusement, the way his lips barely visible curved, the glint in his eye, something that would never escape her notice.

Little tease, he thought.

He shuddered as he heard the rustling of pages and suddenly returned to reality, glancing sideways, surprised to see Lord Stark's relative flicking through a small book he recognised immediately.

The Reflections on the Dignity of the Ancient Philosopher Areon.

He snatched it away from her; he heard her loud gasp of surprise, a look of uncertain dismay in her eyes, her lips twitching in the realisation that she had done something wrong.

"− I apologise, my Prince, I didn't mean to, I –" She began her speech, speaking of her love of philosophy, of how much it fascinated her, but he was only focused on putting down the book he had lent his niece at the time, slipping it into its place with reverence.

That day she kissed him for the first time, he thought with rage, bitterness and regret.

He pressed his lips together at that thought, at the memory of that traitor, that little whore who was exactly like her mother and, like her, was probably fucking her guards now, no longer minding him.

He thought about it, sinking into his memories as looked at her, at her gentle face immersed in sleep, at her swollen lower lip where he could see the clear red mark of his cut.

She could have killed him and run away, but she stayed and married him.

Unwittingly, his hand placed on her warm cheek moved, his thumb stroked her soft skin in a tender, gentle motion, from which she lifted her eyelids, he heard her quiet sigh of disapproval.

"Sleep, uncle. You are exhausted." She whispered, her long, slender fingers touching his jaw and running over it. He closed his eyes, concentrating only on her touch, on her scent, on the closeness of her naked body, on the feeling of her warm breath on his face.

"I can't." He replied quietly, realising that all the feelings, all the grief but also all the hopes that had been building up inside him for so many years were now flowing out of him like a river, sealing their destiny, the discomfort and pain of his cut hand and mouth reminding him that he was indeed her husband now.

He didn't care about anyone else's opinion – their wounds were proof of their marriage, they had spent the night together and she was no longer a maiden.

There was nothing they could do.

He knew that word of what he had done would reach Lord Baratheon one way or another, however for some reason he did not fear his wrath.

He recognised that more important in the eyes of the gods and himself was the will of his dying father the King, which he had carried out like a good, devoted son.

Why should he be ashamed of this?

Why should he have to explain it to anyone?

He opened his eyes, surprised when he felt her rise up on her elbow and move closer to him, lifting slightly so that her lovely, plump breasts were at the height of his face. He sighed quietly as she embraced him and pressed his face between them, just as she had when they were still children, when he had sought refuge in her arms.

He snuggled into her warm skin, feeling suddenly strangely reassured and safe, embracing her delicate figure with his large hands, letting her fingers play with his hair; something in her closeness, in her tender gestures made his eyelids begin to close of their own accord, growing heavier and heavier with fatigue.

"I'm here, husband. You can rest." She whispered softly and he simply fell asleep, not letting her out of his embrace until morning.

They both flinched as they heard the loud pounding of someone's fist against the door of their chamber in the morning; he raised himself up on his shoulder, his lips tightening, the angry voice of Criston Cole on the other side.

"My Prince, open at once!"

He rolled his eyes, feeling a squeeze in his throat, knowing what awaited them now and glanced over his shoulder at his wife.

She was looking up at him lying on her back, bare and beautiful, a sort of strange calm and certainty in her eyes that gave him courage.

Neither of them had any intention of denying what had happened.

"Cover yourself, my love." He said to her matter-of-factly, and she immediately pulled the furs over her naked body without rising from the bed, watching him, lying on her side as he put on his breeches and shirt in a hurry.

He walked to the door with a lazy step and opened it, facing his mother's sworn protector. He saw that Criston's gaze immediately went to his slit lips and then to the figure of his niece lying in his bed; he swallowed with difficulty, as if trying to remain calm.

"Disturbing rumours reached your mother, my prince." He began, and he involuntarily chuckled under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief.

How could he have failed to see the hypocrisy behind this fawning curtness for so many years?

"You probably mean the fact that I've finally fulfilled my father's last will, which was weighing on my conscience and heart." He said dryly, knowing full well that his father's will was essentially of secondary importance to him; it was, however, a perfect justification for his act and the manner in which he had done it.

Criston Cole drew in a deep breath, rage in his gaze.

"The Queen is waiting for an explanation." He said.

"I have nothing more to convey to her than what she already knows. If she desires it, let her come to me in the flesh, and I will explain everything to her in detail. Now, if you will excuse me, I would like to take a bath and eat with my wife." He said coldly and nodded at his servant nearby, the boy, pale and horrified by their exchange of words immediately turned and moved ahead to obey his order.

Cole turned angrily and disappeared around the bend, clearly intent on conveying his words to his mother. He glanced at his guards, who stood before him with lowered heads, afraid to lift their gaze to him.

"No one is to disturb us. Order that a tub be brought to my chamber and that meal be prepared for us."

He looked thoughtfully at the figure of his wife while lying comfortably in a bath tub filled with hot water; her servants had to help her put on her gown which they had brought from her chamber, the same one he had seen her in then, in the courtyard, many years later.

Something captured him in that choice of attire, in that wordless expression that they were both starting from scratch.

She looked at him when they were finally alone, staring at him for a moment in silence, only the quiet splash of water around them accompanying even the slightest movement of his body.

"What are you planning?" She asked at last in a quiet, tired voice, as if she sensed that they would be surrounded on every front, that their choice may have been driven by the need of the heart, but it also complicated everything even more.

He sighed heavily, looking away, resting the back of his head against the edge of the bath, staring blankly at his bookshelf filled to the brim with books and a small volume he recognised instantly between dozens of others that he knew he would always associate with her.

"There is no way back now. I believe, although you may disagree with me, that at last, after years, the will of heavens has been done. Our marriage is not just our whim, but an obligation that my father set upon us before he died. He foresaw what would happen and he was not mistaken."

He replied finally, glancing at her, feeling his heart pounding fast. He noticed with relief that her face was calm, her gaze gentle and warm, the way it had looked when they were children, when he had subconsciously sensed that she understood him.

She nodded, confirming his assumption, letting out a quiet breath, involuntarily touching the cloth he had wrapped her hand with before they sat down to their meal, wanting to be sure her wound would heal properly and not give into any infection.

"I cannot imagine how Lord Baratheon would let such an insult pass without consequence. His wrath, like your mother's and grandfather's, will be great." She said calmly, swallowing quietly; the tip of his tongue hit the inside of his cheek, pondering her words, feeling pleased that he felt the will in her to find a solution that would satisfy them both.

That she had taken seriously what he had included in his letter.

He wanted to reply to her that he had already thought it through, but he flinched when suddenly the door to his chamber opened. He turned, furious, thinking that it was his mother who had dared to enter unannounced, however, he only blinked when his brother-king appeared before him, looking at his niece then at him, the door closed behind him with a loud crack of wood.

He held out his hand to her and she immediately handed him a white cloth to wipe himself in, his chemise and his breeches, which he had hurriedly changed into – they looked into each other's eyes, wordlessly sharing their fear, her gaze sad and weary.

His brother grunted, glancing at him with a loud sigh.

"Leave us, niece. I would like to speak to my little brother. Helaena is waiting for you outside and will escort you to your chamber." Aegon said calmly. She glanced at him uncertainly, and he nodded for her to listen.

He led her away with his eyes, and as the door closed behind her, there was an awkward silence between them. Aegon snorted after a moment, as if amused, moving towards; he grabbed a jug filled with wine and two empty goblets, placing them on a small wooden table standing between two chairs, taking a seat on one of them, filling the vessels to the brim.

"Sit down, brother. You won't deny me today." He said lowly, and he swallowed hard, feeling a tightness in his throat and a cold sweat on his back, thinking that he had to do as he was told.

He approached him slowly, taking his cup and sat down on the other side. Aegon looked at him sleepily, his head leaning against the back of the chair, his lips slightly parted in some strange kind of thoughtfulness from which he felt uncomfortable.

"Remember the time you hit me in the face because I said she didn't have tits nor arse?" He sneered and he nodded wordlessly, taking a sip of wine from his goblet, thinking that perhaps the alcohol would give him the nerve to somehow get through it all.

If he had his approval, the support of the King himself, the matter would be a foregone conclusion.

"I thought at the time that you were completely mad, that you were trying to make up for the lack of a dragon of your own with a little squealing girl who would praise you to the skies for life and boost your pathetically low self-esteem." He added finally, and he pressed his lips together, letting out a quiet breath, not looking at him, not wanting to be provoked.

"Helaena told me that she sent you letters for eight years. Is that true?" He asked, and he flinched, looking at him shocked, completely not expecting the question.

"What?" Escaped his lips like a mumble, panic in his mind.

How did she know about this?

Was she sifting through his things? Who else knew?

"Our beloved grandfather told her to find them in your chamber and bring them to him. He reasoned that you would not suspect her. But she decided, seeing how many there were, that she wouldn't do that to you. She told him that she had found nothing, that you must burn them on the fly." His brother explained to him, taking a loud, deep sip of wine from his goblet.

He lowered his gaze, feeling his heart pounding like mad in horror that his grandfather had perhaps sent someone other than Helaena, that perhaps some servant or guard was also looking through his things, her private correspondence to him alone.

"Let me see them. All of them." His brother-king commanded him in a low voice, and he looked at him in disbelief, pressing his lips into a thin line with rage, his free hand clenched into a fist.

"Believe me, you want me on your side in this matter, little brother." He sneered, raising an eyebrow, as if the whole situation, the fact that he needed his support incredibly amused him.

He swallowed the humiliation, setting the wine cup down on the table and walked over to his secretary's desk, opening the bottom drawer with a key tucked between the books. He slid it out and swallowed hard noticing the thick files of parchments bound together; he clenched his eyes, feeling bitterness and regret at the thought of not answering her for so many years.

Perhaps if he had done so sooner, neither of them would have to suffer so much now.

Perhaps they would have had a son or daughter by now.

He tossed them casually one by one onto the top of his secretary's desk and heard his brother stand up, coming towards him with his cup – the amusement gone from his face when he saw how many there were. He stood beside him, looking at it in disbelief, apparently wondering how he had managed to hide it for so many years.

He decided to give him the answer himself.

"I never wrote her back, but she still sent me more letters, every two months, for eight years. Many times I wanted to just burn it all." He said dispassionately, as if he was speaking about something unimportant or even annoying that only caused problems.

It bothered him that Aegon didn't speak so he glanced at him out of the corner of his eye; his brother was looking at the mountains of letters piling up thoughtfully, with a seriousness that he felt a squeeze in his throat from. He had no idea what he could expect from him, and that scared him the most.

He began to wonder if Helaena was really waiting for his wife outside his chamber, or if his brother had by any chance done something to her in agreement with Cole and their mother, if he was simply playing for time to distract him.

However, his brother finally spoke up.

"What will happen to my children? What will happen to them if I die and Jace and Luke survive? If they wish to fight for their rights to the crown? And if not them, then their grandchildren?"

He asked, looking up at him; only close enough he could see the bruises under his eyes indicating his lack of sleep and his constant drunkenness.

They both knew very well that alcohol was not just a pleasure for him, but an attempt to suppress his mind and what was going on inside him.

He stared at him with his mouth clenched shut, breathing loudly through his nose, having no idea what he should answer him.

His brother smiled, but it was a smile full of sorrow and regret; he took a loud sip from his cup, evidently feeling satisfied that for the first time in his life it was his younger brother who was unable to speak.

He walked closer to him, facing him straight on; he could smell the stench of alcohol from him, and it was only after a while that he looked into his eyes, tired and empty.

"What will happen to our family when the now old Vhagar will finally pass from this world like Balerion once did, and my younger brother will no longer be the rider of the greatest dragon in the world?"

His brother asked further, and he remained silent, feeling his heart pounding fast.

"I'll tell you what's going to happen, little brother. They will kill my children. Do you understand? They will undermine their right to the crown, because everyone is already undermining how I myself was crowned. I will die thinking that Aegon the Conqueror's crown will be their doom. My inheritance I will pass on to them." He muttered, his eyes growing redder and redder; he heard him draw in a loud breath, tightening his lips in an attempt to calm himself.

"I'm a bad husband. A bad brother. A bad man. But I swear to you, brother, I'm not a bad father." He breathed out through clenched teeth with a desperation he'd never seen from him before; he looked at him in disbelief and swallowed hard, only realising after a moment that he'd been holding his air.

"I know." He whispered with difficulty, feeling that his whole body was quivering.

He knew this because he had seen him many times when he was completely drunk, lying on the stone floor of Helaena's chamber by her feet, playing with them with their wooden toys.

He could hear their loud laughter as he imitated the sounds of a dragon coming over their army.

He devoted his time to them, doing what their father did not.

He was making an effort.

Aegon grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him, tears of helplessness as usual when his older brother was in strong emotions streaming down his face. He smiled again, as if trying to make him realise something.

"Our father was a blind fool, brother. He was, but at the end of his life he made the right decision. You should have come to me with this matter. I would have helped you. No one would have questioned the nuptials made in the presence of the King himself."

He swallowed hard, feeling his jaw tremble, overwhelmed with shame at the thought that he felt burning under his eyelids, looking at him with a gaze full of disbelief.

All his life he had dreamed of Aegon defending and supporting him the way Jace had supported Luke, of him being the example, the fatherly figure that their King had not been to him, meanwhile he, his younger brother had had to drag him out of the brothels, watch him vomit in the filthiest streets of King's Landing, watch him fall, losing any remnant of respect or even compassion for him.

He didn't believe it made him want to cry, because some naive part of him wished that for once in his life he would support him, but knew full well that, as always, he would only be able to count on himself, that even his mother would turn on him in this matter.

"I was desperate." He finally uttered with difficulty, hearing that his own voice was low and hoarse, and grunted loudly, trying to control himself. Aegon laughed wryly, but it was a laugh full of regret.

"When she slit her veins I thought she had more courage than I did. After the coronation I thought about ending it all, but I didn't dare. I realised looking at her that I had never directed a single kind word towards her in my life. She tried to speak to me as a child, but I always mocked her. Once she found me lying drunk on the steps of the Red Keep; I wasn't even able to crawl into my chamber. She ran somewhere, came back to me and covered me with her coat. She asked me if I needed water, if she should send someone to me. And I didn't even thank her."

His brother said and chuckled under his breath with some kind of remorse that appeared like wrinkles on his forehead. He clenched his eyelids, trying to calm himself, trying to control himself, trying to remain composed and cool.

"I don't care how you do it. Fuck her day and night, she needs to carry your child as soon as possible. Neither our mother, nor our grandfather, nor our fucking stepsister will challenge the rights to the crown of an offspring born of the union of the Greens and Blacks."

He said, and he felt a single, lonely tear that he had failed to hold back run down his cheek, felt his eyebrows arch in pain, his throat squeezed so tightly that he struggled to catch his breath, felt his whole jaw tremble.

For the first time he thought he wanted to embrace him, to find comfort and support in the arms of his older brother.

They both flinched as a servant entered his chamber, bowing to them, terrified.

"Your Grace, I apologise for intruding without permission. A letter has arrived from Dragonstone."

When it appeared that it was to him that the words of his message were addressed, once he had read its contents he left his chamber like a storm, moving towards his wife's quarters, opening her door with an aggressive slam; she, Helaena and his mother all shuddered, horrified, apparently in the middle of some discussion.

"Get out. All of you." He said coldly, his brother standing behind him nodding at his mother and wife not to resist. Aegon was the last to leave, closing the door behind him; his niece looked at him with big eyes, her chest rising and falling in accelerated breath.

"What the fuck is this? Hm?" He hissed, walking towards her, throwing a rolled, unsealed letter in her direction. She caught it in mid-flight and turned it quickly in her hands, reading its contents, disbelief and fear painted on her face, her mouth gaping open, she looked at him pleadingly, shaking her head.

"You were spying for him this whole time? Fucking speak!" He shouted in her face feeling as tears of rage and disappointment one by one began to fly down his face, his whole body trembling with emotion, with grief, thinking that she had planned all this, that she had agreed to marry him to report to Daemon what was happening in the keep.

To manipulate him.

For a moment he thought she had run out of words.

"Aemond, gods, how would I? You would have found out, you know that's what would have happened. Surely Luke has told him what happened, t-that you allowed us to meet." She mumbled, and he grabbed her by the hair, tilting her head back, clenching his fingers in them, with the remnants of his strong will restraining himself not to shake her head, his lips clamped together in a tight line.

"Do you think I'll fall for this trap? That I'd let you fly with me and run away, let myself be killed by my uncle like some fucking fool? Or maybe you read too many of your romantic books as a child, hm?" He huffed and she cried out loudly, shaking her head, a look of horror and pleading on her face, her lips quivering as she tried to get something out of herself.

"I have no idea why he suggested it, I swear. I swear that if I had betrayed you, you would have found out. I wasn't spying on you. Please." She mumbled, and he felt a squeeze in his heart, because she had seeded doubt in his heart, because he wanted so badly to believe her, because a part of him kept repeating to himself that he would have noticed something, that he wouldn't have missed it, that after all, he had been watching her the whole time.

"I hate you." He muttered wearily like a small, miserable child, snuggling his nose into her warm cheek; he heard her loud, ragged sigh, her hands cupped his face, stroking his skin with her trembling fingers.

"I love you." She replied and he wept at her words, seeing nothing through the tears that flooded his face. He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her abruptly, heard her gasp for air as he settled her on the wooden table, lifting her gown with an impatient flick of his hand.

"Fucking prove it." He exhaled, her legs instantly spread in front of him as if she knew exactly what he wanted, with an aggressive, quick movement he slid the material of his breeches lower and pulled her closer to him, not giving her time to react in any way before the fat head of his cock was already halfway inside her tight, throbbing cunt.

"− f-fuck − ah −" She cried out, tilting her head back; he groaned loudly, feeling relieved that she was wet despite the lack of his caresses. This revelation made him slam his manhood deep between her slick folds with the greedy thrusts of his hips; she laid back and pulled him to her, he leaned on his hands lying on either side of her head, panting along with her.

"− did you do it? −" He muttered helplessly, rooting into her with quick, deep thrusts, his lips parted wide as he felt how quickly she became moist, her tight, fleshy walls adjusted to his size, clenching against him. She shook her head quickly and squealed loudly as one of his hands slapped her buttock, leaving on it a red mark.

"− don't fucking lie −" He hissed out, feeling her wet muscles squeeze him wonderfully, sucking him inside her fleshy, hot interior; she whimpered loudly, writhing beneath him, clenching her fingers helplessly on the material of his emerald tunic.

"− I don't − I don't − mghmm −" She mumbled with difficulty, his hand ran over her cheek, his thumb dug into her soft skin, parting her lips, their bodies slamming against each other quickly with a loud, lewd slaps.

"− you will leave me − betray me −" He breathed out on the verge of a sob, pressing his forehead against hers, panting and groaning loudly along with her, feeling the heat in his lower abdomen at the thought of how good it felt to be inside her, her fingers weaving into his hair, her puffy, soft lips beginning to brush his face with soft, tender kisses.

"− no − no, my love − I chose you − gods, there was always only you −" She moaned pleadingly, and he gasped loudly, closing his eyes as he felt a sudden relief, thrusting into her for a moment more with deep, sloppy slaps, his hot seed filling her again, giving him a semblance of peace and fulfilment.

She put her arms around his neck and he pulled her upwards, snuggling her into himself, burying his face in the hollow of her neck, trying to calm himself, not knowing himself who he believed, what he wanted, what he felt.

He burst into tears.

For the first time so loud, so mournful, for the first time in this way.

He was afraid, afraid of losing her, of having to kill her, of having to live again in a world where she would not be by his side.

He shuddered when she hushed him quietly, when her hands began to stroke his hair, his neck, his back, her lips placing soft, gentle, lingering kisses on his skin, when he heard her whispering in his ear.

"After the first night following our arrival in King's Landing, after the night I spent with you, my father gave me a choice. He said:

If you want to marry him, I will help you, but if you decide otherwise, you will never send him a letter again."

And I decided. Against everyone and everything, uncle."

He felt his fingers involuntarily tighten on her back at her words – he froze all over, feeling heat in his lower abdomen and heart, some kind of hope that he tried to suppress with thoughts that it was a trap.

"He doesn't know you're my wife. He doesn't know you're here of your own free will." He said in a tired, empty voice, his half-hard manhood still pulsing deep inside her.

"That's why you should take me with you."

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iamsonormalaboutninjago · 4 months

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Ninjago movie influence appreciation post: ✨

The Ninjago movie influenced the show a lot yet there are still a lotta parts which aren’t talked about as much as they should be~

The redesigns are either great or okay | A lotta the people who hated them when they came out have either left the community or just accepted that this is how ninjago is gonna look. Which isn’t a bad thing, personally I love the redesigns cause they all look more grown up.

Each ninja got a specific weapon | Before the movie the main four had their usual weapons but Lloyd and Nya had the same weapons as Kai. It’s not bad on its own but making each ninja have a specific weapon just adds a little more individuality to them, plus it created a great situation in Dragons Rising where the new ninja can get their own special weapons too :>

The original plot for S8 SUCKED | the original idea was for it to be a direct continuation of Hands of Time, but due to the movie they were forced to add Garmadon. Most people don’t like Hands of Time but both the haters and the enjoyers can agree that the original S8 plot is mediocre at best. IMO it might’ve killed the series, ninjago was starting to go into a rut where not everyone enjoyed the new seasons, and another Hands of Time might’ve been the end of it.

Color coordination | maybe it’s the impeccable autism but I love how the ninja have very clear colors now. The OG’s (besides Cole) didn’t change that much and Nya got to be (almost) consistently the gun metal gray ninja, which would’ve been awkward if they didn’t swap Cole to having black and orange as his main colors. It’s just simpler and I like how Nya isn’t a coin toss every season now.

Garmadon got to come back | yes it does diminish his sacrifice in ToE but at the same time he’s a very dynamic and good character in the show. He brings out Lloyd’s personality more, he’s a great metaphor for the struggle to being a good person, and he’s consistently the snarkiest character in the roster. At least in Crystalized where him belittling Lloyd and the overlord is what gets me through the slug that is the crystastrophe.

If there’s anything else that the Ninjago movie did that was good for the show please inform me I’d love to know more (:

#ninjago #ninjago movie #lego ninjago #Lego Ninjago movie #lloyd ninjago #ninjago jay #kai ninjago #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #ninjago nya #ninjago garmadon #ninjago s8 #ninjago hands of time #ninjago crystallized

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squib-2006 · 7 months

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Dr pt2 spoiler warning

This was a fantastic set of episodes

• Kai and wyldfire are everything. Kai having to deal with someone who acts like he did in the earlier seasons is poetic justice and funny as hell.

• I also like how they kinda tried to explain why Kai seemed calm after sea bound and nyas seaifcation. I guess Kai meditating with wu would make him calmer. At least it confirms that Kai was upset (even if they didn’t show it)

•I am kinda upset that nothing from skybound was brought up with the Djinn. I personally don’t really like skybound but I still find that it could be used more than just oh yah that happened right wink wink. I mean we had to suffer through skybound for something right?

• I actually really liked sora and nyas whole plot with the Djinns curse. It was fun and had a nice conclusion.

• Coles return is great I love his little gang in the land of forgotten things. My favorite has to be the skeleton girl (I forgot her name probably cuz they only say it like 2 times) she’s funny.

• I do wish there was a scene where nyas like btw I found Cole and the other ninja react. I mean she does mention it at the end but no one except Zane has any real reaction.

• Beatrix going off the rails was really funny. It felt like someone gave a teen with daddy issues an insta death weapon.

• rapton switching sides kinda came out of left field for me. Like the guy isn’t the brightest bulb in the box I think it would be more likely for other characters to switch sides. Also how did he recover from being tased so quickly? Man was out cold and not two minutes later he was up and walking around.

• kinda felt that the whole being sucked into non existence should have had more lasting effects (totally not because I want to traumatize or brutally injure Kai no why would I want that /s) tho fake out deaths are pretty par for the course with ninjago, this one actually didn’t make me feel all that much cuz I knew the moment wyldfire got pulled in that this was a fake out. They wouldn’t kill one of there new characters that quickly.

•so wus just legitimately fudging dead. Never thought we would see the day when this old mad would just peace out. Also ghost wu legit looks like he’s slowly loosing his form or something cuz in the first half he appears with his full body but in the last scene he’s in he’s just a chest and a head. It might have just been a stylistic thing tho.

•I’m not mad jay only showed up for around 30 seconds (this just might be my bias tho cuz jays probably the ninja I care the least about, not that I hate him or anything he’s just not that interesting to me) it’s kinda refreshing for me cuz nya gets to be her own character for a bit and not be completely attached to Jay and Jay gets to take up less screen time (if I am being honest Jay had so much focus in the wild brain seasons it kinda got annoying to me personally) idk if he’s actually lost his memories or if that leak is wrong cuz it would make sense cuz he has not searched for the ninja (specifically nya cuz that man is a simp for his gf) Arin missing him by a second is hilarious to me.

•not sure about how I feel about Lloyd being the linchpin for the entire thing. Part of me thinks that it would have fit the shows themes better if all of them used their elemental powers or something else to power the cores to fix everything. But another part of me understands that Lloyd get main character privileges cuz he’s the son of ninjago god.

•still kinda frustrated that they are changing how elemental powers work. Originally they were from the first spinjitzu master, but the whole source dragon being the source (for lack of a better word) of the elemental powers, it completely retcons and nerfs the first spinjitzu master. It would have made more sense if they still came from the powers of the fsm and were gifted through the source dragons to people.

•the implication of the cursed realm merging with the rest of the realms brings up the question if the departed realm merged to? Does that mean no one can die??? Or is there some sort of force that still keeps the departed realm separated from the rest (like how the people in the land of the forgotten can’t leave) or can some dude just wander in to the departed realm and see like there dead grandma chilling with the fsm having tea or some crap like that.

•Lloyd going I forgot there are two of them now towards Kai and wyldfires antics is peak writing. And all the arson and explosions the two created is just beautiful.

•I think the Kai and wyldfire duo should be called like the arsonist or the kaboom duo

•THE HUGGG!!!! My boi was so happy looking when the tackle hug was done.

•I just cant get my brain to shut up about these two. They give off tired dad who sometimes gives in to his old chaotic ways he’s sworn he’s grown out of and living embodiment of chaos and fun daughter who drags her dad into crazy things.

Tdlr I loved this second half and had a few issues with it but it was still really good.

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viiisenyas · 1 month

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Honestly, Rhaenyra is in for a series of unfortunate events starting with Daemon causing a political backlash for the blacks.

Oh, for sure. Everything that's going to happen to Rhaenyra and her family given the choices she's made thus far is 100% deserved (although, I do feel bad for the babies - namely Aegon III, that really sucked for him)

I'll be referencing show canon considering a lot of book and show stuff don't match up (glares at the Laenor situation) but starting off strong here, Rhaenyra managed to:

Alienate Alicent, the ride or die friend who had been on her side prior to episode 6 by lying to her, and dragging her dead mother into it to make the lie believable (just a reminder, Alicent lost her mother, too, so I can imagine how deep that deception must have cut) and completely ruin Alicent's support system by having Otto thrown out of court for being correct just to save her own skin.

Alienate Criston Cole by telling him that his honour was worthless to her in so many words, and that becoming queen was more important (well, look how that turned out.)

Give birth to visibly non-Velaryon children, not once but thrice, weakening her own claim to the throne.

Alienate Laenor, her own husband by stating that her kids are HER kids until it's convenient to her (i.e. she needed him to stick around for the shitshow that she created for herself despite his wishes to return to the Stepstones to avoid the turmoil that she caused)

Completely sever familial ties with her brothers by not making her bastards apologise for maiming Aemond, and instead, boldly make the implication that being called a bastard is somehow worse than being disfigured for life, therefore enabling her sons to act on violence against an insult (despite said insult being fucking true)

Piss off the Velaryons by plotting Laenor's death

Marry the bloodthirsty walking red flag who was subsequently disinherited in favour of Rhaenyra in the first place

Not bother to do PR for herself for six straight years by not showing up at royal court

Expected dead men's oaths to hold weight

Allow Daemon to kill Vaemond for spitting facts, further pissing off the Velaryons (I caught that little head nod when Daemon looked at her, she's not slick)

{I will add that in my opinion, the sole reason the Velaryons supported Rhaenyra in the first place instead of sitting this out is because Baela and Rhaena were at Dragonstone, therefore they could be held hostage until Corlys and Rhaenys areforced to give their support}

Send her children as messengers about the realm in spite of Aegon II being publicly crowned king (thus putting a target on their backs for high treason)

Like seriously Rhaenyra, spare us all the surprised pikachu because Luke turned up dead. What did you expect? And with regards to Blood and Cheese (whether she's complicit in it or not) WHAT DID YOU EXPECT? You married the walking red flag, remember?

#rhaenyra critical #hbo house of the dragon #answered #darylandbethfanforever9 #I've been sidelining the whole team black vs team green situation #but every day that I think of season 1 I find myself stepping closer and closer towards team green #she was really a terrible friend

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nerdyenby · 7 months

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Unironically one of my favorite things about ninjago is how interconnected the plots managed to be considering it was renewed one season at a time for over a decade. You could change one minor detail from the first couple seasons and the entire rest of the show just would not happen, it’s hysterical

#ninjago #polls #poll #lego ninjago #I had way too much fun making this #let me know if you want any explanations on my thought process

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cup1d-cafe · 3 months

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Pairing: Ninja x OC (platonic)

Summary: A mysterious rift between time and magic tears the fabric of the realms. Yuki, the master of magic, the purple ninja and the queen of ninjago, must find the powerful spell to fix this. In an unexpected twist, the team is transported into the depths of Yuki's spell book. The ninja must navigate through the chapters and memories of all the queens, finding the thing that is jeopardizing peace.

In a risky race, the ninja must piece together fragments of memories to uncover the truth. Will they succeed in fixing the rift? Or will Dark secrets unravel a mystery that changes the fate of everything?

Genre: fantasy, dystopian, adventure, psychological Horror

Warnings: blood, fighting, gore, mentions of abuse, mentions of bullying, mentions of death, parent death, sibling death, eldest daughter trauma (iykyk), childhood trauma (lmk if I miss something)

Featuring: OC, Lloyd, Kai, Jay, Nya, Cole, Zane, Morro, Sensei Wu

Status: ONGOING

Started: 19/01/2024

Updates will be slower now as I'm back in uni and preparing for finals.

Word Count (so far): 9220

a/n: this is an additional season plot that i wrote, it most likely takes place somewhere after the Hands of Time. This is also an AU where Morro gets kicked back into being mortal so he's on the team too, for the sake of the story they get along. This will be dark so you have been warned.

For Hannah,

Because you always put up with my crazy bullshit even when we're 2000 miles away and there's an 8 hour time difference.

The Forces Of Destiny Playlist

PART I | Whispers of the Mirror

PART II | Lunar Dissonance

PART III | Regal Reflections

PART IV | Sucked In

PART V | Beyond the Mirrors Sorrow

PART VI | Veil of Torment

♤Masterlist♤ | ◇Intro◇ | ♡Oc Asks♡

TAGLIST: (OPEN) @shatteredhope123 @stupidgayartkid @crikkit-kitterton @queenoftaslik @spinjitzu-spy @urkittybby Feel free to ask to be added to the taglist!

DC blog: @cup1d0logy

Instagram: @/ Http_Cup1d

#ninjago #ninjago oc #yuki dragonfly #The Forces Of Destiny #ninjago rewrite #lego ninjago #ninjago headcanons #lloyd garmadon #ninjago jay #ninjago kai #ninjago lloyd #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #sensei wu #lord garmadon #ninjago morro #ninjago x reader #ninjago x oc

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atrwriting · 1 year

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control -- aemond x highborn!fem!reader

informal warnings: pure smut. literally no plot. (can i even call this a chapter, let alone a third?) i’m feral and need to be stopped

very formal warnings because we’re safe and we don’t fuck around in these parts: forced marriage, SMUT, choking, praise kink, dirty talk to the max because im a whore, oral on m and f, penetration, dom!jealous!aemond, sub!bratty!reader, knives

minors fuck off

chapter three

“i am not my brother,” he said after he had forced you to turn around. his dagger was slicing slowly down the laces in your corset, one by one, slowly, so you could feel each tear in the garment. “but gods be damned if i let my wife think that my brother would treat her with any semblance of respect.”

he turned you back around and forced you against the wall, with one hand lightly clasped around your throat. with doe-eyes, you gazed up at him as he continued, “you think pretty men who compliment and smile at you wouldn’t ruin you without even thinking? is that it, wife?”

you remained silent.

“answer me,” he growled, eye blazing with anger.

“no, my prince,” you rasped. “i know they would.”

“and yet you bait your lord husband with them,” he spoke as your dress began to slide down on your figure. “even after he gifts you with pretty dresses for your wedding day. so ungrateful you are, wife.”

you clenched your jaw, fighting the anger that was ready to spill from your tongue. how dare he? how dare he claim he was a good man, better than all of them, for doing the bare minimum, when he had forced you into said dress, blamed you for the sexual harassment of his insolent brother, and then ripped the dress?!

“did you not ruin the dress you gave me, husband?” you taunted, eyes narrowing. “it appears you’re no stranger to ruining women and their pretty dresses.”

his grip on your throat tightened. “the difference is my brother won’t give you pleasure with your pain, and cole’s balls hurt from his tail being kept between his legs for the past decade. shall i get my brother for you, wife? or, maybe-“

“if you don’t think you could do your duty, someone should,” your attitude got the better of you. “to keep my army, of course.”

with that, your husband grasped one side of the top of your bodice and slashed the tip of his dagger down the front of your dress. you let out a slight gasp, flicking your eyes between where the dagger was undressing you and how his eye was trained on the fearful look in your eyes.

“talked a bigger game than you could handle, wife?” your husband spat and he kept his eye on you and not the dress that had fallen from your body and onto the floor. he stepped closer to you so the front of his body was practically pressed against yours. the man had several things attached to his belt, but there was no denying that he was hardening beneath his leather pants and you could feel it press against your thigh. in a rough voice, he spoke, “i’ll offer you a kindness that you won’t be offered to you elsewhere. if you admit that you can’t handle an actual man, like your husband, taking you on your wedding night, i will stop.”

“why do you think i want to stop, husband? do you want to stop?” you ventured, quirking your eyebrow at him as you stood bare. “am i not woman enough for you?”

he slightly narrowed his eye at you before the grip on your throat loosened, near to nothing, but his fingertips still hung around your pretty neck. his thumb reached up to rub against the length of one side of your jaw bone, the most affection you had experienced from the man, before the tip of his thumb tugged against your pretty, plump bottom lip. he didn’t have to push or force his way through your set of teeth, before you had wrapped your lips around his thumb and sucked in the slightest way.

“a good wife wouldn’t lie to her husband, now, would she?” the prince asked you, eye focused on his thumb now holding your chin.

“no, husband,” you responded with doe-eyes. “she wouldn’t.”

“and if your husband asks you if you’ve ever been with another man, what would your response be?”

“that i haven’t, husband,” you answered honestly.

“you’re brave for a woman who’s never been touched before,” he remarked, quirking an eyebrow.

“a woman that knows what she wants, husband,” you replied.

“and what is it you want, my lady wife?” he asked you, still focused on your lips.

you were quiet. you feared your inexperience would show through and that you would not please him, but you had no idea how to describe the aching need to feel his lips on yours. they didn’t look particularly soft, or pink, or plump as the king had described yours, but the sexual tension was so strong that you believed it could only be broken by the prince wrapping you in his arms, pressing you against the wall, and finally pressing his lips to yours.

“i am waiting, wife,” his words bit.

“i want you to kiss me, husband,” you ventured, once more, softly.

“is that all?” he was growing impatient.

you shook your head, narrowing your eyes at his rudeness. you reached your hand out to the end of his shirt, thumbing the material. “maybe i also want to see what the arms of a skilled swordsman look like.”

with a smirk, he stepped back from you to grasp his shirt in both of his hands and pulled it above his head. the candlelight had illuminated the best parts of your husband, who was obviously an experienced and skilled swordsman by day. he was lean, with a broad chest and a set of shoulders, and muscles in his arms that could have you broken and bleeding in a second. he threw his shirt to the ground and stare back at you, not moving. the look in his eye meant he wanted you to make the first move. arsehole.

you took a few steps towards him with whatever confidence you had left, which wasn’t much. he was playing with you, you could feel it. you would play, that you could do, but you couldn’t tell if he wanted you like you wanted him. consent was obviously important to him, as he had implied before, and it was important to you that he knows his consent was important to you as well.

“my prince,” you began, “you asked me what it is i want, and now i would like to know what it is you want.”

“you want to know what i want, wife?” he asked.

“yes, husband, i do,” you rasped.

he leaned forward, cupping one side of your face with one of his large hands. he stared into your eyes then, the intensity of the situation only growing. “i want to know what a pretty thing like you tastes like between her legs. would you let me find out?”

you blinked twice in surprise with your mouth falling slightly open. “yes, i-i would like that very much.”

the prince aemond targaryen had yet to kiss you, but that didn’t stop him from picking you up by your ass and pressing his long, rough fingers into your flesh. a cool breeze had brushed against your most intimate parts, causing a flush to rise onto your cheeks. the prince’s stare had never left yours and it made you feel so small, even if he was holding you up above him. he had laid you down against the silk sheets of his bed before he stood on his knees between your thighs. you watched as both of his hands pushed your thighs apart. you were fully exposed now, and there was no going back.

aemond targaryen could not have given less of a shit that you were nervous. you had to stop yourself from jumping when his hands rubbed up and down the middle of both of your thighs as he stared into your pussy. his thumbs began to rub small circles in your soft skin, tickling you and setting every nerve in your body ablaze.

from your view, the candle light accentuated every single muscle on your husband’s body. the sight of someone so masculine and breathtaking in front of you, eyes locked on your body, was enough to rile excitement in your chest and lower stomach. after what felt like forever, the prince had pressed one of his thumbs to your clit ever so gently.

you couldn’t watch his hands, no, you were too embarrassed. your eyes focused on his face and all you could think about was how lucky you were to have a husband with such a handsome face. when you had sucked in a sharp breath at the contact, his gaze flicked up to yours and you stopped breathing. you were silent as the prince studied your face. you were embarrassed about expressing anything you felt, but the look in your husband’s eye demanded a reaction.

“do you want to be a good wife?” he rasped, still drawing small, light circles on your clit.

“i do,” you breathed, pushing yourself onto your elbows with the intent of being closer to him. “i want to be good for you, husband.”

“then i want you to tell me what feels good. can you do that for me?”

you went to respond with a simple affirmative reply, but that was before his thumb had pressed down harder and being to draw larger circles on the sensitive bud. your breath caught in your throat as your eyelids fluttered close when warmth began to spread throughout your pelvis.

“that,” you gasped.

“use your words, wife,” he ordered before slipping another finger in between your folds.

“i like that,” you whimpered as his finger slipped inside you. “oh...”

the prince’s long, skilled fingers had slid in and out of you slowly and confidently. the prince wanted to see where your body craved him most, which was unfortunate, because every touch from your new husband seemed to send lightning through your body. every hair was standing up and shivers were running up and down your spine, but aemond refused to stop. the circles on your clit became rougher, faster, dragging longer, and all of it put together coaxed you into a mental space where you couldn’t form words. incoherent, soft whimpers left your lips that fueled every last bit of your husband’s ego.

“such a pretty, obedient cunt you have,” he rasped, eyes settling on how the slick of your folds reflected in the moon and candlelight. “getting wet just for me. so, so pretty...”

“please, my prince,” you begged softly. “please don’t stop.”

“i’m not entirely convinced you deserve to feel this way after what you expressed earlier,” he asked in a warning tone. “i could stop now. teach you a lesson. leaving you a sopping mess between your legs and never let you cum.”

“please let me cum, my prince,” you all but cried. “please, please...”

the prince had smirked before he dipped his head lower and flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud. you threw your head back with a sharp yelp leaving your lips. your shoulder muscles were screaming with you, trying to balance your weight so you had the angle to watch your husband stuff his long, pretty fingers in your tight cunt. dirty, dirty sounds of your slick being pushed and pulled from your walls were filling the room and made you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. soon, there wasn’t enough friction with aemond’s tongue. not like before, anyway. your movements had stalled slightly, but whimpers of need had still left your lips. you wanted to ask him to be rougher, harder, anything that would tip you over the edge like before, but the flush on your cheeks would tell anyone that you were too embarrassed to.

that was until aemond had noticed your legs had stopped shaking, and frustration had welled within him. with his free hand, the other hand stuffing two fingers inside you, he used his thumb and index finger to spread your the lips of your cunt so there were no barriers around your pretty, pink clit that your husband had grown so fond of.

“fuck!” you yelped, eyes scrunching closed as the sensations grew more intense. your hips were writhing at this point, jutting in circles trying to chase the delicious friction that aemond was creating.

“such dirty words leave your mouth, princess,” aemond spoke, sucking on your clit. “i think it’s time we see how dirty you can be.”

at this point, you would have let him choke you to the brink of death if he would just allow you to cum. you grew so frustrated that it was hard to focus on anything but his movements, especially when his movements had hesitated for a split second. if your mind wasn’t in such a haze, you would have been more aware of the pinky finger he was sliding into your ass.

you were so far gone that you didn’t care. part of you knew you would, but the only part that mattered at that moment was the fact that aemond targaryen was giving you every last bit of attention and you had never experienced pleasure like this in your life. you knew it was wrong, and you knew it felt dirty, but gods, did it feel so good.

a strangled cry had left your throat as you fisted the bed sheets, almost at your breaking point. you felt movement beneath you, and through your scrunched eyelids, you saw aemond sit up and reach towards you. with one hand still buried between your thighs, his other hands roughly clasped around your neck and forced you to sit up so your face was only a few inches from his.

“pathetic, you are,” he spoke. “barely putting up a fight when you were ready to leave my chambers before. i couldn’t imagine you would be able to leave now, anyway... your clit is so swollen from never being touched before.”

“i was wrong, my prince,” you cried. “please... i’m so close....”

“dirty, dirty girl,” he growled in your ear. “one finger in the most intimate part of you, and suddenly you’re begging. do you want to cum, princess? should i let you cum?”

“please, please,” you cried and whimpered. “please, i’ll be good for you. please just let me... fuck...”

“tell me you deserve to cum, princess,” he rasped once more, biting down hard on the skin below your ear. “tell me my dirty girl deserves to cum all over my hand.”

“i deserve to-” you could barely finish your sentence as you felt the band in your lower stomach begin to twist, and twist, and twist until you were almost at your breaking point. aemond’s thumb was drawing rough circles on your clit with his pinky and ring finger pushing in and out of your tight hole. “please, my prince, i deserve to.”

“say it,” he ordered. “say it. i want to hear that dirty mouth of yours.”

“please, aemond,” you sobbed, tears brimming your eyelids. “i deserve to cum, please.”

“again,” he ordered, wrapping a free hand tightly around your throat.

you tried. you tried, you really did. words came out of your mouth, but you couldn’t be sure. the sudden shortness of oxygen, coupled with how high your emotions were running, sent you spiraling as you let incoherent mumbling tumble from your lips. your thighs shook violently, but were strong enough to hold the prince in place. you sobbed against the side of his face and into his neck, grabbing at any part of him to stabilize yourself as every bit of your climax stretched from your head, to your toes, to every limb. tears leaked from your eyes as your cunt pulsed below you. aemond was rubbing your clit harshly throughout your entire orgasm, forcing aftershock after aftershock to rip through your muscles. once you began to shiver from the sensations, you attempted to move away from your husband slightly, in order to regain your senses, but he wouldn’t let you.

gasps left your mouth as tears continued to run down your face at the overstimulation aemond was making you endure. it wasn’t unwelcome, but after such an intense orgasm, coupling it with any circles being drawn on your sensitive clit would make you scream. when you went to protest, his grip tightened on your throat. your gaze flicked to your husband.

“ruined,” he growled. “any time you think about another man, you think about how i had you as a pathetic mess in my arms, begging to cum. do you understand?”

“i do, my prince,” you replied, biting your lip and reaching one of your hands over towards him to palm him over his leather pants. you were practically a sobbing mess from how immersed in subspace you were. “every other man is ruined for me, every...”

a growl brew deep inside his throat. one so deep, and so carnal, that his eye drifted slightly closed at the feeling of his clothed, aching cock finally receiving some attention after the long wait.

“you don’t- fuck...” he rasped before he clasped his own hand on top of yours, pressing it down harder to create more friction.

“my prince...” you began. “did i... do something wrong?”

“no,” he choked, grunting to clear his throat. “are you that insatiable that you already need more? how many times can i make you cum before you’re sobbing more than before?”

you let out a slight giggle before responding. “i want to make you cum before you touch me again.”

“you’re such a good girl for telling me what you want, wife,” he spoke, grabbing one side of your face as the other pushed down on your hand on top of his clothed cock. “but what makes you think you deserve it?”

play his game, you thought. you stared up at him with big, wide eyes and your teeth resting on top of your plump bottom lip. he gazed down at your excitement with interest in his eye, and you realized he was testing you. could you satisfy him? could you have him in the palm of your hand like he had you moments ago? you had to try.

“i want to earn it, my prince,” you said, sliding off the bed onto the floor. you sat on your knees as he moved to the edge of the bed. you sat between his long, sturdy calves and ran your hands slowly up his thighs. “show me how.”

“show you?” he taunted, lightly grasping you chin in one of his hands so you could beam up at him. “i fucked the brat out of you, is that it? you’re such a sweet girl now...”

he pulled both of his hands away from your skin and missed his touch. you were so, so needy for his gentle touches after the long day of distance. so, so needy for the man he was behind closed doors where only you two existed. he kept his gaze on your face and his expression was hard and emotionless, almost like he knew something you didn’t. your eyes flicked downwards towards where his long fingers were unlacing his trousers and you smiled up at him in anticipation.

“use your mouth, wife,” he ordered, pulling his cock out of his trousers.

his voice wasn’t gentle, no, but your anxiety loved the fact that he had given you a direction. you eagerly grabbed the base of his cock with one hand and stuck out your tongue to lick around the tip of his cock. too embarrassed to gaze up at your husband, you let your eyes flutter closed as your tongue drew circles like he did on you once before. your husband’s breath hitched in his throat, and it gave you confidence.

“what is it you want, husband?” you asked innocently, now gazing up at him with your tongue making small shapes on the tip of his cock.

he smirked. “open your mouth.”

obediently, you parted your lips. he placed both of his hands on the side of your face before he asked, “can you be sweet and be wary of your teeth?”

you smiled. the numerous ways he had found to ask for your consent had that effect on you. “yes, husband.”

“good.”

aemond targaryen guided your face closer to his hips before you grabbed onto the base of his cock and let the tip slide further down your tongue. you were wary, afraid of taking too much and nipping him accidentally, so you wrapped your lips around his tip and lazily pumped the base of him. small, barely audible grunts left your husbands mouth, and it only made you want to continue. you began to take him farther and farther into your mouth, slurping sounds echoing around you two, but, to your dismay, the prince had halted your movements.

he pulled you off of him and leaned towards your face. he had grabbed a bunch of your hair at the back of his head, making you part your lips in surprise, before he slipped his own tongue into your mouth. there was no gentleness with aemond, you realized, but you were so hungry for him you couldn’t have cared less. his grip on your hair was tight and uncomfortable, but so delicious as his soft lips and tongue explored your own. needy whimpers formed at the base of your throat and fell into his mouth, and it only made his cock harden more.

the prince pulled you up into his lap so each knee was on either side of him. you had gasped at the movement, pulling away before he could place a small kiss on your closed lips.

“your mouth is lovely, my dear,” he rasped, licking his lips. “but i want to be buried in that sweet cunt of yours when i cum. would you let me?”

you nodded your head and bit your lip. “please, my prince. i want to feel you.”

he chuckled darkly before he became serious. “if it is too much for you, we will stop.”

“it won’t be,” you gushed, eager to please.

he narrowed his eye. “it would displease me if it hurts and you don’t tell me. do you understand, wife?”

you scanned his face then, only finding sincerity in his words. after a moment, you nodded one more, and replied, “i understand, my prince.”

“good girl,” he whispered before pressing his lips to yours.

during your kiss, he had pulled you up by the back of your thighs so you were tall on your knees. he pulled away, grasped his cock in one hand, and you shifted your weight to give him easier access. impatient, you also wrapped a hand around the upper part of his cock and guided it towards where slick still dripped from you. aemond hummed at the sensation, pleased with how wet you still were. still sensitive, you whimpered at the feeling of him at your entrance.

“slow, wife,” your husband ordered.

anxiety began to nip at your nerves. without looking at him, you nodded. slowly, you lowered yourself down onto his length. you had heard horror stories of how women experienced the worst sharp pain imaginable, and while there was a stretch that made you bite your lip to silence your cries, you were confused as to why it didn’t hurt more. your breath hitched in your throat as you were almost at the very end.

aemond halted your movements at the sound of you being hurt. “i take no pleasure in hurting you.”

“you’re not hurting me,” you shook your head, trying to continue.

“what did i say?” he demanded, forcing you to look at him.

“i know,” you said softly. “i just... i need time to adjust. please...”

he let you continue, and you realized this was probably more trust than he had ever put in anyone with how unhappy he seemed to give up control. scared he would change his mind, you sank down onto the rest of his cock.

you both gasped at the sensation. you grasped at both of his shoulders as he pressed the side of his face to yours. the pads of his finger tips dug into the flesh of your ass, and you moaned in his ear like the whore you were. it felt so good to have him buried so deep inside you, pressed against you, and shaking with nerves and pleasure above him. you could feel his cock stir inside you, but he didn’t move. he let you set your pace.

“husband...” you whined, raising your hips so your lips dragged against the skin of his cock. “you’re so big...”

as you raised your hips, aemond had pulled you forward by your ass. it formed a rolling motion, which you caught onto quickly. you let your hands slide to his taut pectoral muscles, and you followed his lead with the motion. you gazed at your husband underneath your long lashes, and the sight was enough to turn knots in the base of your abdomen.

aemond didn’t like showing emotion, that was obvious. however, no man, including your husband, was strong enough to conceal how good a wet and soft pussy felt as it gripped his cock. he may not have been a moaning mess like you were moments ago, but the tenseness in his clenched jaw and veins sticking out around his neck and biceps were enough to let you know that he was enjoying himself.

but you were a brat. you wanted to hear him say it.

with your big eyes, and the slutty way you bit your lip, you asked, “am i making you feel good, husband?”

“fuck...” he rasped, his movements growing sharper. “so sweet until you get a cock in you, wife...”

you smirked as confidence washed over you. that was until aemond had reached a hand up and grasped your throat in one quick motion, startling you. his other hand forced your hips up and down and back and forth, never allowing you to halt.

“nēdenka riña,” [bold girl] he rasped. “my bold girl.”

you could only whimper in response as your eyes fluttered closed. as soon as aemond’s hand was around your throat, you couldn’t do anything but give into his touch. soft enough to keep you breathing, but sturdy enough to let you know that no matter how cocky you got, he was always going to take back the control.

the way his cock dragged in and out of your pussy was enough to make everything around you disappear. the hard, long length of his cock was pushing you nearer and nearer towards your second orgasm and you could only moan at the feeling of your husband stuffing his cock into you. so deep, so wet, and so, so divine.

“husband...” you moaned loudly, letting your head dip backwards ever so slightly.

aemond let go of your throat to grasp one side of your face, pulling you back towards him as the assault on your ass continued. the bruises would be deep and vibrant tomorrow, and it only made you wetter. you watched as aemond stared at the sight of his cock pushing in and out of your pussy, all of his focus trained on the slick that was drenching his thighs. he was close, and he knew it, and he needed you to be, too. he let go of your ass and placed a rough thumb and drew ever rougher circles on your swollen clit. it was enough to make you dizzy, wild, and everything in between as you felt the chord in your stomach pull as far taut as it could. you were struggling to keep the pace, to make him feel as good as you were feeling. the sounds of your wetness and moans were vulgar, music to his ears, and it only made his thrusts grow faster, yet sloppier, signalling you both were near the end.

“yes, my dear,” he groaned. “fuck, just like that... keep soaking my cock with that sweet cunt of yours.”

“fuck!” you suddenly yelped.

you sobbed. you fucking sobbed as your orgasm hit every single limb of yours. your vision went blurry as your forehead fell against aemond’s. the feeling of aemond pressing against you, providing a foundation for you to lean on in your most vulnerable state as he neared his end, was enough for you to spiral into the most powerful orgasm you had ever felt, and would probably ever feel. your attempts at fucking him were weak, pitiful, and he grasped your hips like he didn’t care if he hurt you and bucked his cock into your tight, spasming walls. he forced you to ride out your orgasm with him before his thrusts began to stutter and he groaned against the side of your face. thick ropes of white coated the walls of your cunt as he fucked it into you, locking it in place.

the both of you sat there, in the same position, for what felt like forever afterwards. you had never experienced something so intimate, catching your breath with someone so close to you. once you became less disoriented, you feared you were overstaying your welcome on his lap. however, he expressed no intent to have you off as he kept you firmly in place.

in fact, the prince bunched your hair with one of his large hands as he dug his face into the crook of your neck. he sighed out of, what sounded like, pure relaxation and content. satisfaction, even, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“never felt anything so sweet...” he trailed off, kissing your neck. “your cunt is going to be the death of me.”

you giggled. “does that mean i’m going to be the death of you?”

“i hope.”

#aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond the kinslayer #aemond imagine #aemond targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon #game of thrones #the iron throne #aemond fanfiction

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ninja-go-to-therapy · 2 months

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we want that bam bam pop

4 u <3 hap borth

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please note that the following is entirely mediocre porn without plot; read at your on discretion

Kai slammed Cole against the wall a little more roughly than he’d wanted, eliciting a strangled sort of yelp from Cole’s throat. Kai rolled with it, though, immediately moving to kiss his boyfriend as roughly as he dared like his life depended on it. He let go of Cole’s wrists, one hand moving to Cole’s shoulder while the other moved to grasp at his hair, fingers tangling into the locks.

Cole, for his part, stayed pressed against the wall while leaning into the kiss, hands settling around Kai’s waist. He moaned into the kiss appreciatively, hands starting to slide up Kai’s back ever so slightly.

Kai responded by pushing slightly, pressing his body against Cole’s. Cole’s mouth parted in response, which Kai took full advantage of by deepening the kiss further, as though he were trying to meld into the man before him.

Heat bloomed in Kai’s chest, pooling down into his stomach. The warmth of Cole’s body against his added to it, magmatic heat meeting Kai’s fire in a way that made Kai want to melt.

They remained like that for a bit, exploring each others’ mouths with their own, their bodies pressed together, hips starting to grind almost in rhythm with their soft moans.

Kai pulled away from the kiss, a trail of saliva following him.

Good god, his boyfriend was beautiful like this. Lips flushed and parted, decorated with flecks of drool. Pupils blown wide, like deep holes that Kai could get lost in. Some of Cole’s hair was plastered to his face with sweat, his cheeks and ears flushed.

Kai imagined he looked pretty similar.

Grinning, Kai tugged slightly at Cole’s hair, Cole following the motion and exposing his neck. With his other hand, Kai started on undoing Cole’s top, his mouth already moving to press kisses to Cole’s jawline.

The sensation of Cole’s stubble against Kai’s lips—and the way it was melting Kai’s brain—wasn’t helping with this whole “taking off a shirt one-handed” thing.

Cole snorted good-naturedly at Kai’s struggle, exhaling sharply when Kai’s teeth caught against his skin. “Here babe,” he managed, breathless at Kai’s ministrations, “let me hel—”

Kai tugged at Cole’s hair sharply, Cole’s breath hitching at the sensation. “No.” He hissed, between one hickey and the next. “I’m taking care of you tonight.” After another second in which he failed to make much progress with the shirt, he relinquished his grasp on Cole’s hair, pulling back from Cole’s neck to get a proper view of what he was doing.

Within seconds, the top had been undone enough to expose Cole’s shoulders and chest, his nipples pebbling instantly in the slightly cooler air.

The air didn’t stay cool for long before Kai was once again pressing his face into the crook of Cole’s neck, going straight for that sweet spot that always made Cole melt.

Cole gasped, covering his mouth with a hand to stifle the next moan that came out.

Kai sucked a little harder, drawing even more sound from Cole.

Good.

“Hah—Kai—” Cole breathed, “Are we—hhhh—are we gonna m—ohh—make it to the bed this—hah—time?” Anything else he might have said was cut off as Kai pressed his mouth against Cole’s again.

Cole did have a point, though. Fucking against the wall was sexy, sure, but it wasn’t what Kai wanted tonight.

Kai finished undoing Cole’s shirt, moaning into the kiss as he pried Cole from the wall to wrap his arms around him.

Cole leaned into the touch, hips twitching against Kai’s as Kai led him to the bed and shoved him onto it. The result was Cole sitting on the bed, Kai standing above him, both of them flushed and hard and wanting.

Kai wasted no time in removing Cole’s shirt all the way, pressing kisses to Cole’s forehead as he did. Cole responded in turn by grasping at Kai’s shirt, sliding it up and over Kai’s shoulders when Kai pulled back to let him.

Cole scooted back a bit to get his legs on the bed, crossing them in front of himself. He was shirtless, his chest and stomach on full display, Kai’s shirt still held in his hands. Kai’s dick twitched at the sight—god, he wanted to be sucking those tits so badly, Cole’s chest hairs brushing against his face—and that stomach, soft yet firm and decorated with stretch marks like tiger stripes was doing things to Kai’s poor dick—but he held firm and turned towards the dresser, shucking off his pants as he hunted down the lube.

“You got the condoms?” He asked, voice roughed by the arousal, dick still straining against his boxers.

Behind him, Cole huffed, leaning back on the bed with a slight creak as he removed his own pants. “On the nightstand.” He grunted.

Ah! There it was. Kai grabbed the lube and turned around. He made his way back over to Cole, setting the lube by the condoms before grabbing Cole’s shoulders and gently pushing.

Cole let Kai push him down onto his back, looking up at his boyfriend as he did.

There was nothing but tenderness in those eyes.

Kai took a moment to appreciate his boyfriend from where he was kneeling between his thighs. The way Cole’s hair spread across the pillow, some of it still matted to his forehead from sweat; the flush of his face, lips parted and eyes half-lidded—Kai drew his hands along every curve of his body, from his shoulders to his tits to his stomach to his thighs. Kai’s hands made their way back up to Cole’s stomach, kneading at the flesh appreciatively. He leaned forwards, his mouth going to work on those tits.

Cole sighed in contentment and pleasure, one of his hands straying towards his crotch.

“Nope,” Kai teased, batting Cole’s hand away, his mouth moving down Cole’s body slowly. “No touching, babe.” His voice softened, “I’m taking care of you tonight, okay?”

“Nnnh,” Cole responded, “Hurry up then.” He muttered, hands reaching to hold Kai’s shoulders.

Kai huffed, hands moving to the hem of Cole’s boxers. He slid them down slowly, not once taking his mouth away from the trail of hickies he was making.

Cole, for lack of anything else to do, moved to cover his mouth with his hand, stifling and muffling the moans. His dick twitched as Kai finally pulled his boxers low enough to set it free, already half-hard.

Kai stroked Cole’s dick a few times, flicking his thumb over the slit for good measure, mouth finally hitting the beginnings of Cole’s happy trail.

Cole hissed through his teeth, back arching ever so slightly. His head fell back with another moan as Kai’s mouth ghosted over his cock.

But then Kai withdrew his hands, sitting back up on his knees.

Cole whined at the sudden lack of touch. “Sparky—”

“Hands and knees,” Kai ordered, sliding down his own boxers and reaching for the condom.

Cole obliged, turning over and settling on his hands and knees, his boxers settling around his knees.

Kai pumped his own dick a few times before sliding on the condom, knowing that if he didn’t put it on now he’d forget to do it later. Once that was done, he grabbed the lube, pouring a generous amount into his hand.

Cole’s breath hitched when Kai’s finger pushed at his entrance, cool lube a contrast to Kai’s warmth. A full gasp escaped him when Kai pushed his finger in, pumping in and out a few times to start loosening Cole up.

“Ohh—” Cole shuddered as Kai gently pushed a second finger in, scissoring motions sending a shiver down his spine. “Dude—”

Kai chose that moment to add a third finger. “That feel good, pebble?”

“Y-yeah.” Cole pushed back against Kai’s hand.

“Well,” Kai chuckled breathlessly, “It’s about to feel really good.” He withdrew his hand fully, Cole whimpering at the loss.

Kai took a quick moment to apply some lube to his dick, then—

Cole gasped when Kai pushed in, the burn of it making his own dick twitch.

Once he was all the way in, Kai stilled, leaning forwards and pressing his chest flush against Cole’s back while he gave Cole a moment to adjust.

Cole moaned, hips twitching. “Hotstuff, c’mon—start moving already.”

“If you say so,” Kai mumbed into Cole’s neck, wrapping his arms around Cole’s stomach as he started moving.

Cole moaned, his own hips responding in kind as Kai pounded into him. “Ffffuck, Kai—babe—hah—I love you—hnnn—I love you so much—” He babbled a bit more before words failed him, moaning out a goddamn symphony of sound as Kai railed him.

“You’re so good—hah—to me,” Kai praised, picking up the pace, “So—hhh—sweet, so perfect—ah—” He buried his face in Cole’s neck again, moaning and praising into the flesh. One of his hands moved to squeeze Cole’s tit, the other moving to give some much needed attention to Cole’s twitching cock.

Any and all coherent thought left Cole’s brain at that—not that there had been much left once Kai started pounding his prostate—and any sense of embarrassment at being noisy left him entirely.

“That’s right,” Kai managed, “That’s right baby, sing—hnnnn—sing for me.” He stroked Cole’s dick at a quicker pace, now, in time with his own thrusts.

“Ah—Kai—” Cole managed, voice gravelled from the sex, “I’m gonna—”

“Do it then,” Kai gasped, nearing the edge himself. His voice dropped low, “Cum for me, Cole.”

Cole buried his face in the pillows to muffle the scream, dick twitching in Kai’s hand as he came. He panted, body slicked with sweat and stomach slicked with semen, hips bucking a few more times.

Kai didn’t last much longer, the satisfaction of bringing his boyfriend to completion and the heat of Cole’s ass sending him over the edge himself.

For a moment, they both lied there, Kai pressed against Cole’s back.

“Fuck.” Kai muttered, pulling out with a groan. “That felt good.”

Cole grunted in response, rolling onto his side.

Kai chuckled, removing the condom and tying it off. “Love you too babe.” He tossed the condom towards the wastebasket, not caring if he missed or not—right now, the only thing he cared about was cuddling with his boyfriend.

Cole’s chest was just as sweaty as Kai figured it’d be. He buried his face in it anyway, reveling in the afterglow.

“Kai,” Cole huffed, breath hot against Kai’s forehead, “you do realize you’re lying in a puddle of sweat and jizz right now, right?”

Kai hummed. “Don’ care.” He muttered. ‘Like cuddlin with you.”

Cole huffed in amusement, throwing his arm out to wrap around Kai. “Fine.” He conceded. “We’ll clean up later.”

They deserved a good cuddle.

#submission #anon #ninjago #lavashipping #smut #my notes:#this isn’t damage but it was buried in my askbox from almost exactly two years ago

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So... may I interest anyone in some silly Ninjago tickle headcanons? These aren't based on the movie, I'll make a separate post for those.

Kai imposes his big brother antics on all the ninja, because it's sibling instinct! How could he not go in for a hair ruffle or a poke or two? He absolutely loves messing with them.

They love messing with him right back so it all checks out.

Jay's being too snippy? He's getting pinned on sight and laughing too much so he can't say anything stupid.

Cole won't stop hogging all the snacks? Surely, leaving yourself wide open for an attack isn't the smartest move... someone could scribble where he least expects.

Zane's choosing to hound in more on his oblivious act when swiping the last bit of ham? Kai can do the same thing, except no Zane - air tickles and wiggling above his tickle spots do not count as tickling so why is Zane giggling so much?

Nya is sympathetic but does nothing most of the time. It puts some slack off her back. (That doesn't mean she's immune, Kai has no problems with tackling her and her attitude.)

Although, Kai is not immune to revenge either...

Kai can get too cocky. Which turns Cole, Jay, and Zane into tickle monsters who are very hungry for revenge.

Speaking of tickle monsters, even with Kai's big brother energy, Cole by far takes the tickle monster title.

Which could be considered unexpected, he's a rather reserved sarcastic guy in the beginning. But being with the team unlocks a very silly part of himself.

He's more often than not found himself giving into the feeling and pretending to feast on Jay's ribs, or even demonstrating just how tickly raspberries can be on Zane.

He definitely does tickly nibbles and raspberries all the time, he claims it's not unfair because anyone can do it.

Jay and Zane are very weak for raspberries. Zane because it bugs his nervous system and overrides his thinking patterns, and Jay because he's a squirmy wiggly guy.

Speaking of, Jay cannot sit still. He sucks at tickle games like that. He can't keep his arms up or not laugh, it's impossible and rude. He must be pinned down otherwise someone could get a new bruise or lose a tooth.

His laugh is highly contagious, very loud, and bright. Perhaps even theatrical, Cole compared it as a tease and Jay was aghast.

Jay, himself, gets embarrassed about his laughter but more so about his facial expressions. He cannot contain himself and thinks he looks utterly ridiculous.

Cole definitely flushes up at the mention of his own laugh or smile. He was criticized constantly when he was dancing or singing, visual arts and all that. He was not good at smiling on cue and didn't like his own smile anyways.

Thankfully, everyone reminds him just how sweet his half-grins are. Much to his embarrassment.

Zane does not find much to be embarrassed about with tickling, aside from his lack of experience.

He has tickle fights practically every day thanks to the rest of the ninjas. He usually comes out on top, in his own opinion. It's difficult to find weak spots on a body not made of flesh.

This does not stop his friends, and they find a few ticklish spots. They also find out he does, in fact, blush. Which they do not fail to point out, adding even more fluttery feelings in his stomach.

I stand by Jay having a very ticklish tummy, he cannot deal with many tickles there for long before he goes silent but squeaks between inhales.

He swears he just about perishes when Kai puts him into his lap, automatically arching his stomach into the tickles with no way to escape.

He didn't stop giggling for several minutes, and he spent the majority of that time plotting his revenge.

Jay is the only one able to use his elemental ability for tickles, only in small notches of course. His pokes are far more deadly for that reason, he can take down anyone in seconds.

Zane folds the quickest whenever he uses his lightning, probably to do with the fact that he's a robot. Jay loves messing with him and testing different tickle spots each and every time. Pretending his ticklishness has changed since yesterday! They must experiment further.

Jay and Zane seem like the tickler types to perform experiments on their victims. Zane will always count ribs no matter what, even making the ninja count themselves and not lose track. Or else they must start over...

Zane loves pinning people down, the reward is very satisfying. He gets to watch Kai's eyes widen in pure gleeful panic and his struggling renew, frantic to pull his arms down.

His teases are usually posed as questions. He likes to make them admit to their panic and happiness.

"What's so funny? I have done nothing and you are giggling."

Everyone falls for his questions, and Zane has the time of his life.

He has this signature look on his face, posing for innocence.

Quite similar to Jay who smiles very, very wide when he corners somebody.

Or even Cole who looks downright sinister with a big toothy grin.

Maybe even Kai who cracks his knuckles menacingly with that gleam in his eye.

Nya is very scary too, she knows the way to crack even the toughest of nuts. She's lived with Kai after all, and Kai is simultaneously proud and terrified.

If they even dare challenge her in the slightest, she doesn't hesitate to make them eat their words. She doesn't do countdowns.

Sneak attacks do not work on her either, she is a hard cookie to catch.

After everyone trains some more and gains their ultimate potential, that becomes a slightly harder feat for her to keep up.

Cole, Kai, and Jay refuse to admit they're ticklish. Nya and Zane have teamed up before.

Oh, tag-teaming is utterly mean. It's immediately known there is no escape, it's futile.

Cole can't stand it specifically because he's very stubborn, and holds in his laughter so as not to give them satisfaction.

When he lets out his first giggle, he's done for. He pounds the floor, literally causing an earthquake alone with how he claws the ground.

I think when Jay's completely wrecked, after being tickled, his hair stands up as though he was shocked.

Kai's blushing face can actually burn things. He learned this when he was pressed on his stomach, burying his face into the carpet and he heard sizzling among his giggles.

Jay does hide and seek while Cole does chases. Enough said.

Kidding. Jay loves playing hide and seek, as a hunter he's making jokes and teasing his victim before he gets his hands on them. In hopes to make them giggle and reveal themselves. Cole likes to give his victim hope of getting away before speeding up, scooping them into his arms, and spinning them around. They have tag-teamed like this before, and Kai couldn't stop blushing for hours.

When Lloyd joined the team and they all got used to him. The fun way to deal with his attitude was tickling.

Lloyd has had little to no affection his whole life, so to suddenly gain four brothers and a sister overnight was a lot.

They don't want to overwhelm him, so when he starts snapping back they know it's time to pick it up a notch.

He's a walking tickle spot, much to their delight. Any kind of scribble or poke rewards a yelp or squawk.

Lloyd is always one to curl in on himself at a moment's notice. When he starts training more he learns how to squirm away but usually, he defaults to trying to protect himself.

He hates the tickle monster bit, it flusters him so much he can't stand it. He also can't stand jokes while being tickled because he's already laughing.

Lloyd's still mentally figuring out his kid self when he's aged by the tea. The ninjas don't stop ruffling his hair or poking him.

But he can fight back and have more of a chance. He gets to use every single technique they've used on him, right back at them. It's too satisfying and he gets drunk with power. Practically going till they've had tears in their eyes.

The revenge is swift and devastatingly ticklish.

Baby talk kills him even more now because he should be a teen, he tries to imply. But no, Jay loves to coo over his red face and use a high-pitched voice to narrate his every squeak.

It ends with cuddles and check-ins. It usually does. No need to go too far. Lloyd is a sucker for a few gentle hair scratches.

Your honor. I'm very soft for them.

I have more thoughts but here are a lot of things about them!!

#pandas speaks #ninjago thoughts #ninjago tickles #ninjago tickle

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 3 months

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Rachel Berry plot bunny?

(alright anon you're getting three plot bunnies but chances are only one of them will actually be a Rachel ship!)

1 – Hadley Roth

Hadley Roth had no interest in McKinley's new glee club, she really didn't. She didn't care that it existed, and she definitely didn't care about joining. All she cared about was bringing the school paper back from the dead and doing a good enough job that she could get an internship with a local newspaper or tv station, and getting a scholarship to a journalism program. But when Sue Sylvester approaches her with an offer, Hadley listens. An internship with WOHN News 8, all the funding a school paper she could ever want, and she only had to do one thing: get Sue the scoop on the Glee club. In exchange for everything she ever wanted on a silver platter, Hadley can find it in herself to care about the New Directions.

2 – Cole Manning*

All that Cole Manning really wanted from his sophomore year of high school was a football team that didn't suck. A coach that actually gave a shit, teammates who weren't the worst people and players he'd ever met, and an actual shot at being something more than a Lima Loser. It wasn't that much to ask for, right? Except that apparently it was. His team cared more about fighting over a fucking Glee Club than winning a game, and Cole was sick of it. If the Glee Club being for losers was the problem, then the obvious solution was that Cole had to find a way to make it cool.

*Cole was originally conceptualized as a possible Rachel plot bunny but now he's Quinn's boyfriend instead

3 – Tegan Wright

Unfortunately, Tegan Wright did know Rachel Berry. Not by choice, mind you, but it was hard not to when Rachel had to join every single fucking club that Tegan was in. Tegan actually cared about her clubs, thank you. She was passionate about debate, about Model UN. She loved the renaissance club and student council. Rachel only did them to get her picture in the yearbook, and Tegan hated her for it. But then McKinley gets a new glee club, and Tegan has no plans to join the Rachel Berry show. Until Rachel approaches her, asking for help. The glee club needs more members, otherwise it'll be shut down. Tegan might not like Rachel, but she likes music, and she loves the look of "founded a nationally ranked glee club" on her transcript, and so the New Directions find their newest member.

#ask #answered #anon #plot bunny #hadley roth #about hadley #cole manning #about cole #tegan wright #about tegan

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Hydra Agent Corbin Cole (aka 'the kid' (affectionate) if you're Rumlow, or 'CeCe' (derogatory) if you're Rollins)

age: 24 (CA:TWS) d.o.b: January 13th, 1990 joined STRIKE: age 20

as introduced in:

Training Session: Total Control (NSFW) - 2640 words Rumlow/Winter Soldier, Agent Cole/Winter Soldier, Rollins non-con/rape, conditioning, blowjobs, deepthroating, breathplay, voyeurism

also found in:

Won't Regain Consciousness - 940 words Rumlow & Winter Soldier, Agent Cole, Rollins mild violence, possessiveness

You'll Forgive me if I Promise (NSFW) - 5750 words Rumlow/Winter Soldier, Agent Cole, Rollins non-con/rape, violence, choking, choke collar, leash, anal plug, cock cage, kenneling, cages, boot kink, boot worship, masturbation, facials, finger sucking, spanking

Table Scraps (NSFW) - 2805 words Rumlow/Winter Soldier, Rollins, Agent Cole non-con/rape, hand feeding, pet names, cock warming, deepthroating, comfort in conditioning, the author doesn’t play poker and it shows, friendship whiplash, are they friends? do they hate each other? I don’t know - it might be both tbh, this is also kind of soft, unhealthy relationship

Who Died/Relax (M) - 1930 words minor Rumlow/Winter Soldier Rumlow, Rollins, Agent Cole, Winter Soldier dealing with death, blood and violence, unhealthy relationships, hurt/comfort

Lashing Out - 580 words Rumlow, Winter Soldier, Agent Cole, Rollins confusion, jealousy, a broken nose

Smeared Cream (NSFW) - 2875 words Rumlow/Bucky - 2875 words Jack Rollins, Agent Cole non-con/rape, porn without plot, ice cream, birthday smut, finger sucking, blow jobs, anal sex, pet names, begging, wet & messy, hydra trash party

Yes I did apparently make an OC, yes it turns out he might be important now. Also yeah, there's more fic coming with him VERY SOON, like so soon that I needed to post this 😅

+bonus gif (after the soldier's put him in the hospital again)

#cara makes an oc #cara writes #cara gifs #hydra agent cole tag #corbin cole tag #he's my baby and i love him #hydra trash party #just nice to have a third for Brock and Roll tbh #yeah i know the soldier is there #he doesn't count in this case

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I cant remember if ive ever mentioned my Floorboard AU before, but either way im gonna talk about it now and you cant stop me

Premise: Aspheera didnt banish Zane, she killed him. Poof. Vaporized. Gone. Kablooey. And the team, determined not to fall apart like they did the last time he died, decide to just. Not talk about it. Not address what happened. Just bottle everything up and pretend all is well, because theyre all terrified that if they openly acknowledge the gaping absence Zane left behind then it'll cause a team conflict. Things got messy last time Zane died, and they don't trust themselves not to fall apart twice. Which, when you think about it, might just be the most fitting way to honor Zane's memory, seeing as he was like the king of bottling things up (Ninjigma, anyone?)

Of course, this is only made more challenging by the fact that Pixal has inherited Zane's ice, and every time she uses or trains her new element its just a bitter reminder - to her and everyone else - of the fact that Zane is gone.

So now the ninja are going through all the motions of the Wildbrain seasons, but with everything warped by the loss of Zane. Like, Pixal dealing with all the mixed feelings of having Zane's powers, Wu training her, Kai lowkey resenting Pixal because he doesn't want her to replace Zane, Jay blaming himself for not taking Zane's vision seriously but ALSO refusing to tell anyone about it out of shame, Lloyd and Wu both fiercely blaming themselves for what happened, and Nya and Cole doing their darndest to hold everyone together but NOT doing very well. Someone get these kids some therapy.

And it's not just the characters, but the plot - in season 12, Unagami makes a Zane NPC to distract the ninja. And in season 13, they agree to go to Shintaro in the hopes that maybe a vacation will be a good distraction break from everything that's been going on. But with Cole's Mom TraumaTM opening back up, and a bunch of slavery happening, and the team getting split up, nobody is having a good time. Not to mention that Kai and Pixal end up stuck together, which sucks because they don't exactly get along anymore. And then of course, Seabound ends with Nya sacrificing herself - which ends up being the last straw that rips apart the team for realsies.

Now here's the catch: in the same way that Harumi was brought back by the Crystal King, so too has Zane been resurrected. The Overlord knows Zane is a powerful adversary, and would much rather have him on his side. Not to mention that Zane still has some Golden Power indelibly woven into his soul, and the explosion that killed them both also bound their fates together. When Zane defeated the Overlord, he earned his enemy's hatred and respect in equal measure.

But unlike Harumi, Zane's body was destroyed, meaning he cant be restored to his original vessel. So the Overlord instills Zane into a crystal construct that is bound to his will. Zane has to obey the Overlord, and he has no choice in the matter.

That being said, even as he's puppetted by the Overlord, hes not completely bereft of agency. He still resists every chance he gets, constantly trying to find some loophole in the Overlord's demands that will allow him to return to his friends and warn them about the coming threat. Also, he notices Harumi's reservations and doubts, and begins trying to appeal to her senses and get her to betray the Overlord. And while he's not 100% successful, he at least gets the ball rolling for Harumi's eventual redemption arc. Zane WILL defeat his enemy by making them his friend and that is a THREAT.

Zane also realizes that since he cant physically disobey the Overlord long enough to contact his friends, then maybe he can find a way to get someone else to do it for him. When choosing recruits for the Crystal Council, Zane manages to convince the Overlord to resurrect Morro for his cause - Morro was on their side in the end, after all, and only the ninja are aware of this. See, Zane is under the Overlord's control because he cant be trusted to keep his free will without fighting back - but if Morro keeps up appearances about being evil, then the Overlord might give him more leeway.

Morro isnt exactly happy about being dragged into a mess that has nothing to do with him, but reluctantly agrees to help Zane (if only in an effort to make up for his past). So they've kinda got a bittersweet begrudging alliance at first, that slowly evolves into something resembling a friendship.

And of course, while Zane is busy having the worst day of his life for like 50 days in a row, the ninja are ALSO having a bad time because the whole team is practically a hair-trigger away from a massive blow-out confrontation. That's what happens when you bottle things up, kids.

I have a lot more ideas for the AU, but these are all the broad strokes i have definitively planned out.

(If youre curious, its called the Floorboard AU because the WIP I had originally planned for it had the working title "The Floorboards Creak Under the Weight of Your Guilt." This is because the fic started out as a oneshot about the brief timeskip between the Fire and Ice Chapters, dissecting everyone's grief in response to Zane being assumed dead AGAIN. But then I thought "what if he died for real" and then things just spiraled out of control from there. I might change the name of the AU at some point though, who knows)

#ninjago #ninjago crystalized #destiny post

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you know what, I actually quite like Curse Of The Black Spot

maybe the reason M*ffat kept returning to over-complicating Stuff was because people didn't give enough credit to a simple plot every once in awhile. this is a good breather! I like breathing! (you know who else likes breathing? Rory Williams)

sexism rank objectification (female character is ogled/harassed/turned into a sex joke by the doctor and/or a lead we’re supposed to root for and/or the camera): 7/10

sexism rank plot-point (lead female character is only there to serve plot, not to have her emotional interiority explored): 8/10

interesting complex or pointlessly complex (does the complexity serve the narrative or does it just serve to be confusing as a stand-in for smart, this includes visually): 9/10

furthers character and/or lore and/or plot development (broader question that ties into the previous ones, at least two of these, ideally three should be fulfilled): 6/10

companion matters (the companion doesn’t always have to be there, but if the companion is there, can they function without the doctor– and overall per season how often is the companion the focus or POV of the story): 8/10

the doctor is more than just “godlike” (examines the doctor’s flaws and limitations, doesn’t solve a plot by having it revolve entirely around the doctor’s existence): 10/10

doesn’t look down on previous doctor who (by erasing or mocking its importance, by redoing and “bettering” previous beloved plotpoints or characters, etc.): 6/10

isn’t trying to insert hamfisted sexiness (m*ffat famously talked a lot about how dw should be sexier multiple times, he sucks at writing it): 9/10

internal world has consistency (characters have backgrounds, feel rooted in a place with other people, generally feel like they have Lives): 8/10

Politics (how conservative is the story): 7/10

FULL RATING: 79/100 (if I can count….)

This is so funny, this is the highest M*ffat-era rated episode so far! and all you had to do was give Amy a sword and put Rory in jeopardy! Knocked the others out of the water (the water, get it? Pirate episode)

OBJECTIFICATION: I knocked it down a little point, juuuust because I think the casting and dressing of Lily Cole, because the pirates are meant to think this is a siren, is a bit of a reach

like I get it, she's meant to seem "sirenesque" but sirenesque could've been something incredibly non-human-looking, or a confused amalgamation of human-looking ooorrrr... like I see what they were trying to do here, but I think they could have been way more interesting than just "hot woman"

(notice though, Amy is finally free from this point! yes, she's actually not suuuper practically dressed, but it's a bit of a changeup in this season + she gets a longcoat)

PLOT-POINT: so this isn't a big "interiority" episode as suuuuch, but! but but but! we get more Amy/Rory that I actually enjoy!

we get Amy being possibly a tad jealous (although I think it was also a joke on her part) that hypnotised!Rory called the siren beautiful, and we get her being incredibly worried for his well-being

this is kind of like the flipside to the last episode (+ several episodes in s5) where it felt like it was heavily centred on Rory's concern for Amy, and yes, there was Amy's Choice, there was Cold Blood, but that's not concern, that's like... Dead dead Rory. he dies, there's nothing she can actually do other than be like "yo that was traumatic"

I think this Concern is more powerful to their relationship, than Death -- because I wasn't seeing the Concern much in s5, on Amy's side, and on Rory's it often felt quite... patronising.. in the way it was written

SO! like yeah, they're cute now. I know she has to sign a thing to show she's willing to sign him out and the episode ending kind of hinges on that, still don't think they're married yet in my internal "I'm changing the pacing" timeline. spins the "make up new hinge" wheel and goes she says she's married and Rory is like "yo you said we were married, that's so cool" (flipside to Vampires of Venice where they were engaged and she said he was her brother)

yeah, I like that

COMPLEXITY: It's super simple. there's a supposed siren that's after some pirates, except now we investigate and woops, she's actually a space!nurse-program who thought they were all dying, and now the pirates are flying through space

it's cute

CHARACTERS/LORE/PLOT: the aforementioned Amy and Rory dynamic is the main thing

also that mysterious woman in a hatch again... hmmm.... and the episode also semi-pointlessly reminds us that Amy is still schrödinger's pregnant

I also quite liked that Amy had a flashback to the Doctor dying, that weighs on her. we enjoy a bit of weighing. some things should weigh

COMPANIONS MATTER: AMY!!!!!! LOOK AT HER!!!!! SHE'S TAKEN TO THE HOLD and you're going "oh no, another thing where Amy is put aside and the Doctor saves things and then she gets let out again," but NO, she finds a sword, dons a longcoat and hat, and fights a bunch of pirates! good fun!

and then the Doctor asks her, shall we do this, you okay with that and it's her emotional connection to Rory that drives the plot forwards, and then she saves Rory's life

Rory is mostly there to damsel for once, and it's fine, because Amy has needed this her entire run, while Rory needs to understand that Amy cares about him

“GODLIKE” DOCTOR: useless bench, as is occasionally what's needed! like, still useful in some ways, but mainly just going "ah yeh, I was wrong last time." also a bit of a contrast to Vincent and the Doctor, where his not figuring shit out led to a creature being accidentally killed and there wasn't a lot done with that

PREVIOUS DOCTOR WHO: it's not Low, it's just like... yeah, doesn't matter in this one, it's fine. Pirates

“SEXINESS”: YOU KNOW WHAT I APPRECIATE? I APPRECIATE THAT NOBODY MADE A JOKE ABOUT AMY BEING A SEXY PIRATE! OR AMY MAKING A JOKE ABOUT FUTURE ROLEPLAY AS A PIRATE! YOU'D THINK THIS WOULD BE A LOW BAR, BUT IT COULD HAVE HAPPENED YOU KNOW IT COULD!

INTERNAL WORLD: simple. pirates. son stowaway. now, space pirates.

POLITICS: um. pirates? knocked it down a bit for the monogamy and aforementioned boring Siren who's just like... hot

FULL RATING: 79/100 (if I can count….)

So this episode is strong in that it's finally giving Amy perspective! and feelings that are about her, not about how others feel about her feelings! and a sword!

it's weaker in the story itself, especially the design of the creature-of-the-weak, and it's absolutely a simple little episode. In the grand scheme of Doctor Who it's not the Bestest Most Badass Episode Of All Time, but I think it's underrated, especially since it ends on Space Pirates and Amy has a sword

#im watching nu!who #im watching eleven who #the measurement #the curse of the black spot

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