doe

paradise is very fragile.

[kintsugizh]

bleary dream

[braunslover]

John Proctor & Erwin Smith;

Pride will get you killed.

(a/n: i am aware of the controversy surrounding john proctor, this is not to do with his adultery and his relationship with abigail, this is focused on his pride and his hamartia; though abigail will be loosely mentioned for the sake of his downfall, okbyeee.)

John Proctor is described as a powerful, blunt-spoken, honest man who is respected and feared in Salem. He, as we know, is a man who takes great pride in himself, and as reputation is everything in Salem, he takes great pride in his image as a good man.

To me, this ties in with Erwin massively. Erwin is a complex man himself, he is a gambler who takes risks and he himself has a bountiful of pride. Erwin is a strong leader, who will more times than not, do what he thinks will benefit the greater good, even if it results in bad things happening. Erwin is an amazing speaker, and he somehow manages to sway people with what he says, even if it takes a while for him to get there.

This is where I believe him and John crossover slightly; John is a man who called out the theocratic system in Salem, pointing out the blatant hypocrisy that the court rules with. Erwin is a man who constantly tested the boundaries when it came to MP’s and the court itself, pushing back when the MP’s tried to make him do things he didn’t want to, and taking initiative in times where he was told to step back.

The brilliant thing about Erwin is that his dedication to saving humanity is majorly falsified, and he even contemplates whether he himself is doing the right thing. To others, he appears set in his ways, but there’s an internal conflict they do not see.

John Proctor also has this internal conflict quite early on; his pride prevents him from showing it, but his hesitation to call out Abigail as a fraud allows hysteria to grow. This is because he’s scared to ruin his reputation. As stated previously, John is a man who takes pride in his name and reputation, like Erwin does. Both men are respected and feared in their communities, and they want to keep it that way.

As John hesitated to show Abigail for who she was, Erwin allowed many of his comrades to sacrifice themselves for the greater good. In essence, John’s hesitation led to more being accused and hanged, which was a burden put upon himself, and Erwin’s allowing of his comrades to ride to their deaths was a burden he put upon himself too.

“I speak my own sins. I cannot judge another. I have no tongue for it.” This quote from John is so pivotal in my opinion, because this is him recognising his flaws and his moral corruption. He knows that he has sinned, and he speaks it. This, to me, is him looking back on his failings with sadness, but also resolute. He cannot undo what he’s done, but he also does not go out of his way to judge others, because he himself cannot do that.

This quote reminds me a lot of Erwin regarding his fallen comrades; he himself has sinned. He has sent hundreds to their deaths, and he pretended like the guilt didn’t eat at him. However, once he was with Levi, he allowed his guilt to be spoken, and I think there’s something very beautiful about that.

“And now, standing on this mountain of brave corpses, I have quite the view.” This quote from Erwin is chilling, yet absolute in my opinion. To me, it’s Erwin telling us he cannot escape from his actions. Despite the fact that they may have been for the greater good, he is haunted by what he’s done, and he has no choice but to keep going forward in his fight for humanity.

This quote reminds me of John, when we’re thinking of the victims of the hangings — as most of the women accused came from his own fault. If he hadn’t had the affair with Abigail, she wouldn’t have become such an opportunist when the time had come. But she did, and John had to live with the knowledge that so many of the accused, his wife included, stemmed from his own selfish desires.

And finally, slightly veering away from John and Erwin, I’d like to talk about Elizabeth and Levi. In The Crucible and Attack on Titan, Elizabeth and Levi are extremely important to John and Erwin’s character arcs.

In the final act of The Crucible, Reverend Hale tries to convince Elizabeth to save John, to make him falsely confess to witchcraft in an attempt to save his life. However, Elizabeth does not listen. She allows John to have his pride; ‘Because it is my name!’ Elizabeth, in a final act of love and mercy, allows John to be hanged, stating that; ‘He have his goodness now. God forbid I try and take it from him.’

This is such a beautiful and final scene, it’s not forgiveness and it’s not the ending most would’ve wanted, but it aligns perfectly with John’s character arc. Instead of falsely signing himself away for something he did not do, he dies with his name and his reputation — nothing else.

As for Levi and Erwin, Levi initially wants to save Erwin’s life, as Elizabeth wanted to save John’s. In the scene on the rooftop, Hange acts as Reverend Hale in this instance, begging Levi to save Erwin for the greater good. However, Levi understands that Erwin has fought hard, maybe too hard. As a final act of love and mercy for Erwin, Levi chooses to save Armin instead. ‘Because I entrusted the future to that kid who had the same look in his eyes as you.’ Erwin too dies with his pride and his name, with his reputation as a strong commander.

This scene also perfectly rounds off Erwin’s character arc in my opinion. There was nothing more he could’ve done without pushing himself past his limit, and Levi understood that. He chose to let Erwin die out of mercy, despite the complex emotions such as love and guilt he felt.

To round this all off, going back to my initial point that pride is the hamartia here; Erwin Smith’s death was unavoidable. His personal need to prove that his father was indeed right drove him to sacrificing hundreds of people. His ambition was his downfall, because he did not stop even when he needed to — his pride left him with the desire to ‘win’, to prove to people that everything he’d been told growing up was true. As for John Proctor, his death was also unavoidable. His obsession with his reputation was something that drove him to ultimately allowing himself to be killed, as he didn’t want his name to be tarnished by Salem’s theocratic society. Proctor dies with his integrity, instead of living with the dishonor and the knowledge that he signed a false confession.

okay, that’s all for this post. i hope you guys liked this, and also, please let me know your views on this too! a lot of this turned into yap, and it isn’t really proofread, so i’m just hoping there’s no mistakes🙂‍↕️

[thestringofhearts]

Bertholdt Week 2025 // Day 4: The Paths

[swirlingyouintomypoems]

and I fall to pieces (bitch!)

[braunslover]

reiner braun & california.

cw: contains spoilers for all seasons, mentions of suicide & mental health issues.

“you don’t ever have to be stronger than you really are, when you’re lying in my arms, baby. you don’t ever have to go faster than your fastest pace, or faster than my fastest cars.”

whilst reiner initially comes off as quite a dominant, in control man, you can see the vulnerability seeping through the cracks on multiple occasions; whilst most obvious in season four, his vulnerability peeks through when marco dies, and when his mental state shatters. this vulnerability leads me to believing that reiner just wants someone who understands him — he wants someone to be okay with his vulnerability, someone who can handle him when he can’t handle himself, and someone who can take care of him.

“i shouldn't have done it, but i read it in your letter, you said to a friend that you wish you were doing better. i wanted to reach out, but i never said a thing. i shouldn't have done it, but i read it in your letter. you said to a friend that you wish you were doing better. i wanted to call you, but i didn't say a thing.”

reiner takes pride in taking care of himself and handling his own problems by himself. he’s often seen as hyper independent, reluctant to accept help from other people; a fatal flaw, one might say. even during the deepest depression of his life, where he couldn’t eat or sleep, he still refused to accept help from anyone. instead, he hides behind a mask of masculinity and strength, though it slips often during battle where his mental state shatters his physical ability.

“oh, i’ll pick you up, if you come back to america, just hit me up. ‘cause this is crazy love, i’ll catch you on the flip side. if you come back to california, you should just hit me up.”

this lyric in specific reminds me of after their failed mission in paradis, reiner went back to marley without two of his closest friends. he only had annie and bertholdt during his time in paradis, and though, before their betrayal was revealed, he genuinely loved the scouts and enjoyed his time their. his fractured mental state and what he’d done to marco haunted him in marley — because he was back home — where all of it began. he suffered a lot in marley; being a child warrior, being shunned by society and most importantly, his own father.

“we’ll do whatever you want, travel wherever how far, we’ll hit up all the old places. we’ll have a party, we'll dance 'til dawn. i’ll pick up all of your vogues and all of your rolling stones, your favorite liquor off the top shelf. i’ll throw a party all night long.”

now that he’s back in marley, he’s faced with his past trauma. he walks through the streets remembering his past, and as he observes the child warriors, he remembers his own horrific time training. a lot of reiner’s trauma stems from the warrior program, as he was trained to be a weapon and a shield rather than a person. zeke talks about how he’ll get a beating from magath for being late, signifying that abuse took place amongst them too; and as reiner already lacks that father figure, it only amplifies that past.

“you don't ever have to be stronger than you really are, when you're lying in my arms, and, honey, you don't ever have to act cooler than you think you should. you’re brighter than the brightest stars.”

reiner is no stranger to putting on a persona, making himself appear different from what he actually is, and somewhere along the way, he genuinely lost himself. he got so wrapped up in being a ‘big brother’ figure for the scouts like marcel was for him, that he genuinely lost his own identity, misconstruing it with how people need him to act. he puts on a cooler persona, so that people will like him, but also so they will trust him and feel safe with him.

“you’re scared to win, scared to lose, i’ve heard the war was over if you really choose, the one in and around you. you hate the heat, you got the blues, changing like the weather, oh, that's so like you. the santa ana moves you.”

this pre-chorus, in my opinion, is the one that perfectly explains reiner. reiner is scared of a lot of things; himself being the main one. he’s genuinely scared of what he’s capable of, and his past haunts him deeply. the physical war scarred reiner, and the constant fighting took a toll on him; he was depressed, losing weight, and he couldn’t sleep. the mental war however, pretty much destroyed him for the majority of season three and four. plagued by memories of what he done to marco — he hated himself, and the loss of bertholdt only added to his deep seated remorse and disgust for himself. reiner is quite level headed, but it’s clear that it’s put on. deep down, he’s a very emotional person, and he struggles deeply with what he feels. the constant mental switch between soldier vs warrior was completely exhausting for him, and genuinely drained him of all that he had. he no longer has passion for his profession, no longer seeing the point in being a warrior or fighting in the war. he tries to commit suicide passively and impassively; trying to shoot himself to end his suffering, then begging eren to kill him, and purposely messing up in battle to allow himself to die. it’s clear his suffering has consumed his entire being, stripping him of any purpose he’d ever had, leaving him as an empty vessel who wished to rest eternally. the santa ana weather is wild and the wind is strong, which spreads wildfires further; this could allude to reiner’s mental suffering intensifying when he came back to marley.

i hope you enjoyed this yap & analyis, let me know if you want any other characters analysed with lana songs; i’m thinking mikasa next 🤍

[noriette]

you are what reiner finds peace in

reiner’s tired, exhausted, even. exhausted from the burdens he has, exhausted from his responsibilities, from his guilt, from almost everything. memories keep replaying in his head, all of the deaths he’s responsible for, and how he’s leading the next generation of warriors.

his feet tread heavily up the stairs as he looks down, ashamed of his past actions. his hand reaches out, halting on the doorknob of your shared quarters before letting out a sigh and opening the wooden door.

you barely hear the recognizable creak of the door before strong arms wrap around your waist, and reiner places a soft kiss on your cheek.

“how was work?” you whisper, comfortingly rubbing his arm up and down, knowing he won’t respond.

a soft grunt leaves him, and he begins to strip himself of his work clothes, replacing them with a loose-fitting long-sleeve shirt and comfortable sleep pants. the shirt reveals his collarbones and his almost-sickly pale skin, though he tries not to draw attention to it.

he situates himself beside you on the bed, arm slung over your waist, and leg slung over yours. he pulls you closer to him with ease as he rests his head on your chest, right where your heartbeat is.

your hands find their way to his tufts of blonde hair, and he lets out a groan when you run your hands through them. soft mumbles escape his lips as his eyes close, and you questioningly hum.

“missed you today,” he mumbles, nuzzling his face further into your neck in embarrassment.

you try to fight back a smile, “i missed you too, reiner,” you mumble, kissing his forehead, “my sweet boy.”

a quiet whimper escapes his lips as his hands grasp you with a different intensity, and you let out a soft chuckle as you gently scratch up and down his back.

with each thump-thump of your heartbeat, reiner’s breath evens out more and more until he’s knocked out, cheek pressed against your chest with a soft pout on his face.

his eyelashes flutter as if he’s dreaming about something, and he’s already quietly mumbling your name, with something along the lines of “love you.”

a/n: i love reiner so i’m gonna start writing for him! reqs aren’t open at the moment though

[braunslover]

in some strange way i truly believe levi would be in amazing father figure to have. i mean, we partially already see that through his bond with eren, but aside from that i mean he genuinely is just… good at taking care of people. sure, he does it in his own aloof way, but i feel like that’s what makes it even better.

he pretends he doesn’t care but secretly he does; slyly checking if you’ve ate, making sure you’re taking care of yourself and ensuring you don’t overwork yourself. he tries to be subtle about it — but sometimes the paternal energy just radiates off of him.

“that’s enough training, get some rest for the mission.” passing it off as him just making sure his squad doesn’t fuck up a mission, but secretly he wants you to be okay.

of course, he’ll never change his ways — he’ll always be aloof and awkward emotionally; but he tries his best, and that’s what really matters.

[smolsnowflakes-deactivated20260]

Old man I desire you

[hadtobeconfronted]

Italian Marble - Yelena AOT x Reader

4.6k words this was a request! A power imbalance kink fic that is literally just porn with plot!! Literally!

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Warnings: Strong dom/sub tones. Slight withholding of affection towards reader. Oral sex. Begging. The littlest bit of impact play, more just light pushing around. Little bit of mean Yelena but that’s what we want! We beg! Also pls give me grace with the degradation I used in this I hope it wasn’t cringe. I’m MUCH more of a praise kind of girl but I just might be a changed woman. I really tried to focus on the power imbalance not just smut!! Dumb ending BECAUSE I SAID SOOOO. Honestly… toxic Yelena. I don’t wanna spoil the fun but there’s some mouth on shoe action. I also tried to capture a bit of confused sub space vibe IDK JUST READ IT oh and mentions of gagging. Fem reader but absolutely nothing specified like skin color, hair texture, height or weight. This fic is for everyone!!! (Let me know if I missed anything)

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The relationship you fostered with Yelena started off as normal as any other. Hired as her maid, you did what you were told. Working hard was something you were typically willing to do for extra income. Yes, it was a sacrifice, but helping out where you can is just what you preferred to do. It was an added responsibility to cram into weekends and moments outside of office hours with little reward, but that’s beside the point. At least your mind was always occupied. The accounting day job you held was alright, but it really didn’t cover all of your money bases. Now, when it comes to Yelena, she quickly became your favorite boss. Never before had anyone come close to how… demanding she is. Her pockets hold an even larger sum than her requests; she was always slipping cash in the denomination of 50-dollar bills into your purse or back pocket. Regardless of that fact, you’re a nice person. If someone asked you for help, you’re more than likely going to pitch in. That’s just who you are. Right? When your duties to her started to stretch beyond just cleaning, you listened. Originally, it started with little things. Extra but small seeming simplicities like making her coffee while you mopped the kitchen, or drawing a bath for her after you'd freshly scrubbed the bathroom from tip to tail. Or even folding a basket of laundry that comprised all lace, hmm, what would be the right word? Intimate chattels? Whatever the correct term, you took great care in folding all of her black lingerie. Holding a pair up to the light, you gaze right through it completely unaware of Yelena’s gazing through you. From a room away, she peers into what you’re doing, like a predator waiting to strike at the right time. Easy like a moth to a flame, an erotic blush spreads across her skin.

That was when you began to question her intentions. Folding underwear was one thing, or even handwashing bras, but you almost wondered if she was maybe flirting? It was almost like at every corner she was seeing how much she could contort you into doing. That was never an issue for you however. All you longed for was an escape, somewhere to put your focus off of real-world problems and just become mindful of perfecting minor tasks for her. So, when she trailed a single finger down your spine while you scrubbed the kitchen ground by hand, you hopelessly leaned into her touch. Her matching praise was a delight as well. She told you how pretty you looked crouched over your task like that, but that you needed to straighten your back. Sharpen up. How kind of her to aid you with that advice. From there, things continued on. The hand that slid money into your pocket lingered and then slid down. She’d lean in to whisper directly into your ear or even just ask with a full voice of baritone confidence, requesting that you get on your knees and please her. That was her favorite spot for you to be. Down below. Yelena never put a label on what you two had, purposely keeping things ambiguous. You never minded; you admired the manner in which she held power over you. And fall in love you did. How could you not? Everything she had was greater than yours, heftier than yours. Money, possessions, status. You name it. You fell for the way she tugged on your leash, figuratively and physically, and with the way she kisses it all better afterwards, but never relieving enough to make the burn cease. She kept you on edge just for her pure enjoyment, and you ate it right up. She knew better than you anyway, so why fuss?

That leads to the current moment. Trembling slightly, you await an acknowledgement text. Sat on your own bed at home, feeling exhaustion weave itself through your DNA, you’re forcing yourself to keep running on the adrenaline of your crush. Yelena had entrusted you with looking after her home while she was off on a business trip. Knowing it was high stakes, you decided to give her a little treat. When Yelena unlocks her front door, she’s greeted with the invitation of warmth only a lover could create. Immediately, her nose is graced by the smell of her favorite wax melts, and when she maneuvers around after re-latching the door, she takes notice of the vase filled with flowers. It’s dark blue, rich like the night sky, and it’s adorned with milky white swirling waves. Just like the ocean. It’s a decor item she never would have chosen for herself, but now that she sees it here, she can’t imagine there being anything better. Slipping off her shoes to leave them abandoned by the door, she patters her way to her bedroom with her sleek suitcase in tow. The sister of the first vase sits on her dresser, complementary but different. Taking a closer look this time, she recognizes the flowers as pink roses and creamy red tulips. Sensual, and full of veneration. How thoughtful. Coming closer to her pristine, lily-white bed, something off-color catches her eye. It’s an envelope with her name carved delicately across the front, and when she flips it around, she sees it’s been sealed with a lipstick-colored kiss. Renewed upon seeing her gift, the carnality of seeing your handwriting washed through her, and that only intensified upon reading your words.

What’s this?

All this pleading, all this desperation…

If your words weren’t lustful enough, the lewd Polaroid of you that fell into her lap sure sealed the deal. Basking in your submission, Yelena ponders the idea of being evil. If she wanted to show everyone she could, but you hoped that she’d keep it in her bedside table for safekeeping and easy access. How intimately intense of you, her intrepid girl. In theory, anyone could have walked into this house and torn open this little letter and witnessed a piece of your soul. Yelena’s even willing to bet you didn’t take care to think that far into it. Or if you did, maybe that was part of your depraved fun. Staring at the wall to calm her pumping heart, something akin to guilt settles inside the spaces. You had made the house up to an above-immaculate level just for her to return to. Wondering with her mind again, Yelena imagined you going to an actual flower shop for her presents, not just the grocery store. Your wrist would look so polite while fishing out your hard-earned cash to give to the cashier. It’s not fair; you’re supposed to be here for her to spoil in return, for her to replace that money tenfold. But only after you let her find some mistake around the house to degrade you with, just to watch you curl up with discomforting arousal. Instead of doing that, knowing now how lonely you were without her, she will settle for just sending you a text message.

[ thank you for all that you do. the deal went smoothly. come to mine for dinner tomorrow? i’ll have an outfit ready for when you arrive ]

Succes

Approaching her door the next day, your fist hovers before knocking. You’re nervous; this is the first time you’ve ever directly approached the subject of more than physicality in your relationship with Yelena. Astoundingly, a man answers. You thought you’d be the only one here? He’s blonde, and when he looks at you over his glasses, his distaste is palpable. “And you are?” Beginning to stumble over your words, you’re overjoyed to see Yelena hot on his trail. Brushing him aside to pull you in, she delivers a shocking kiss right to your lips. Oh? “This is Zeke. Haven’t I told you of how wonderfully inventive he is?” Yes. More times than you can count. Shaking his hand, you notice a softening in his demeanor. That’s right. “Lovely to meet you, y/n. My apologies for the confusion.” So, Yelena talks about you to her coworkers? That’s news. Responding with a simple, “Likewise.” You settle yourself in for further critiquing by the other guests. Yelena holds your hand dearly while you weather the storm of introductions, standing proud and tall for you to lean on if need be. Abandoning the crowd, Yelena leads you to her kitchen. The group isn’t far; you can still hear their chatter, but the slight separation hints at a seclusion for you both. Petting down the top of your head, she rests her palm on the back of your neck. Her other hand clings to your hip, and you anticipate a smooch. Instead of that, she gives you a prompt. “Serve yourself, then meet me back in the lounge. Try the prosecco. I think you’ll find it refreshing.” Separated from you, she heads on her way without sparing you a second glance. What? Had she not read your letter? What about the intimacy she just publicly displayed? Were the flowers not enough? And you’d asked so nicely. Not knowing what more there is to do, you pour yourself a glass and return to the main room. Now feeling like you stick out like a sore thumb, you observe everyone else’s choice of clothing. The men sport suit coats adorned with cufflinks, but their necks are bare of silken ties and their top buttons are undone. Yelena matches them, but their wives wear pointed heels and luxe dresses. Nothing too over the top, but it’s clear they drip with precious diamonds and jewels. Looking down at yourself, you tried to present nicely, but the tax bracket difference is displayed well. Hmm, nothing you can do to fight against that now.

Wholly enjoying your distress, Yelena decides to make her first move for the evening. Right there, in front of everyone, she mentions that you two will be stepping away because she has a celebratory gift for you. The women happily fuss and the men deliver wisecracks, but Yelena doesn’t allow herself to bristle. Following her lead, you meet her openly awaiting hand and start for the bedroom. Upon entering, you take notice of something new immediately. Standing separate from the surrounding crowd of clothes, your new dress awaits. Sat directly below are heels and all around them are the petals from the flowers you’d given her. Swooning, you turn to give her a hug and kiss. Shifting herself away, she dodges you slightly. “Not yet. Try it on.” Walking away from you, she goes to sit on her bed with her back to you. So, she wanted a surprise. Staring expectantly at the outfit, you marvel at the fact that these items are well out of your price range. Sleek and simple, you allow the dress to tumble down your form and slip into the tolerable height of the heels. Yelena has taken off every piece of what you were before entering, shoving her superiority right into your body and feet, and she fits like a glove. “Alright, all finished.” You announce, and you can’t help how your hands clasp one another behind your back. The nervous fidgeting never ceases around this blonde woman. Being too distracted yourself, you miss Yelena’s small cues. Her breath catches just slightly, and her fingers trace a small circle on the bedspread. Peering over her shoulder at you first, her power surges at your meek stance. You stare down at your shoes, and when you glance at her, her heart could have stopped right then and there. Standing at her full height, she slowly, intently, closes the distance. Gently grasping your jaw, Yelena overflows the charged silence with her voice. “These clothes will create quite a distraction for me tonight.” Slightly dissatisfied with that, you knit your brows. “That’s all? Just the dress?” Allowing her eyes to darken, Yelena elaborates. “What would they be without you in them, my love? You don’t really need my words to fill in every space, do you?” Feeling your focus dulled from the light belittling, you cup her face in return just to be sweet. “Kiss me?” After swiping a finger across your lower lip, she denies you again. “No.” It would be dissatisfying, but she wasn’t doing you a disservice. She was giving confirmation, she’d read and heard the message of your letter loud and clear. She’d understood what you’d asked for.

Yelena serves lamb for dinner. Horrible in its opulence and barbarity. Minty and meaty at the same time. Every item you consume has been first measured and then placed on your plate by the chef herself. Just like before, she knows best. She directed you on what two things to mix in one bite, and she kept you from being overly indulgent. How thoughtful. Back in the living room, you’re sat on the couch with one of the many auxiliary wives around you. Her heels are slipped off and sit in a heap against the couch, and her legs are half curled up to her chest. The positioning caused her dress to roll up some, and after a particularly funny moment, you brush your fingertips against her knee. It was a completely friendly gesture, but you’d sensed you’d crossed a line. Not with the woman, but with Yelena. As if a correction came from a strict teacher, you feel a hand on your shoulder. Not accusatory, no, just intimidating. Turning back to confirm who you already know it is, Yelena stands behind the couch. Looking down at you, she has to bend down some to whisper in your ear.

“Follow me.”

Once you processed her request to follow, the calm piano music of the moment fell flat. Looking around the room feeling shy, you hoped no one heard. Luckily enough, everyone else was completely indifferent. Even the woman you’d just been talking to — her painted mouth was now preoccupied with her drink and her attention was focused on some story one of the men was reenacting. Looking back into Yelena’s eyes, she’s still waiting for you, totally focused on you. Rising slowly, you still go completely unnoticed. Looming nearby, once you’re close enough, Yelena takes ahold of your forearm and pulls you away. No chance of escape now. From Yelena’s point of view, this was just about as thrilling as it gets. In that letter, you’d complimented her so much. Reiterating how thankful you were for her treatment and that you love it so much, there’s just no way you can get enough. You need more, more, more, and it needs to be intense. You just need your woman. So badly so, that you ache when you’re home alone, you miss the grounding directions she always gives you. When she was watching you from behind, normally she would have thought it sweet you were connecting with an acquaintance, or maybe she would have wondered what subject you could possibly be relating on. After hesitating slightly, her recalling the desperate pleading in that letter was all the consent she needed to move forward. That gift will equal ultimate deliverance. Pushing you into the guest bathroom, she locks the door afterwards. When you opened your mouth to question, you’re cut off. “You know what we’re here for.” You fall to your knees without being asked. Resting your palms on your thighs, you look up to her awaiting instruction. Surveying the room, you first focus on the floor. It’s what appears to be Italian marble with a mother-of-pearl design hooping around in smooth circles. Above you, pale but muted blue paint covers the walls, and the white braided rug feels soft against your shins. Clean without being sterile. Glancing back upon her face, from your eyes to her shoes, her gaze guides. “Go on.” She’s placed herself in front of you and leaned back against the countertop. Bending over, you place a small kiss where her pants hem meets her top of her shoe. Then up you continue, smoothing your palms over the stiff fabric and mark her with more. Standing up on your knees now, you hug around her thigh and press yourself into her. “May I touch you?” Shimmying lightly, you hope she can feel the softness of your breasts pressed directly on her leg. “No.” Already anticipating that response, you slither forward further. Splaying palms across the tops of both her thighs this time, you prod with your mouth through the crotch of her pants. Biting, sucking and licking lightly while the word ‘please’ continues to push out from your vocal cords. Betraying nothing of how she truly feels, all she gives you is another bored response. “That still won’t be enough.” So, that’s how it’s gonna be, hmm? Giving her a killer look, you know what she’s demanding — something nasty. Contorting down to your hands and knees, you place a few kitten licks to the top of her shoe.

Gently, you fold up her pant leg and kiss the side of her ankle gently, deliberately avoiding using your mouth on her shoe again. Obviously, this wasn’t up to her rigid standards. Leaning back with her hands against the counter, she lifts her other foot and stomps down on the middle of your shoulder. The feeling of the bottom of her shoe against your bare skin was humiliating enough, but now your face was smashed uncomfortably into her laces. “That was weak. How about you try again with something else?” Nodding as best as you can, you feel the leather of her shoe dig into and pull at your cheek. Relinquishing the crushing pressure, she allows you to sit up, and you’re already breathing heavy. Falling back onto your bottom, you settle for plain old begging. “Please let me touch you.” Her face turns smug. “No, ask me louder.” Biting your lip, you make an attempt. “P-please Yelena, let me touch you.” She doesn’t entertain you with a reply; she only raises her eyebrows as if to say, ‘you’re useless’. Much louder this time, you notice your voice echo off of the tile slightly. “Ugh! Please! I want- need to touch you! Now!” Only then does she smile. “Good job slut, make yourself useful.” Crawling forward, you fumble with her belt and button. Pulling up her shirt to expose more skin, she does it just to stun you further with her beauty. And this go-round, instead of mumbling ‘please’ you whisper ‘thank you’. Now, that last sentence of yours was definitely loud enough to be heard by peeping ears, but Yelena didn’t care. Your typical whispers were enough to make her long to just drag you from wherever you are located to her bed and ride your face then and there, so you can imagine the effect of it strained in that manner is immense to her. Impatiently pulling down her pants and snatching them off of one ankle, her shoe shoots off with them. Honestly, you’re too preoccupied to remove them fully. But they are out of the way enough that they won’t be tainted by any possible mess. Especially with the way they basically dangle off of her opposing leg.

Pushing herself back to sit on top of the counter, the elevated position in combination with her long legs makes it so that you can’t just kneel to pleasure her; you have to squat, and that extra work makes your thighs burn. But you savor it. You love how unsteady it makes you feel, and Yelena can sense it too in the way you waver around. At first she allows you to take the lead, but the moment you feel in control, her hand comes to the back of your head to smoosh you in. Watching you intently, she grinds herself against your face. The wet slide roughs up your makeup, and your attempts to keep breathing make a creamy mess. “Look at you. How disgusting.” Repeatedly, she removes your mouth and places it back to make it appear like you’re sucking her off. It sounds like it too. That wet spurt sound soils the air. “Gag on me, sweetheart. Fuck.” Closing your eyes, you moan into her skin. Yelena never would have foreseen your being so into this. In fact, this was her ultimate fantasy. A tip on the scales of authority. Are you her whore or her maid? Either way, you will gladly accommodate. You’re always eager, but astonishingly enough, you’re literally throwing yourself at her right now. Your left hand is braced against the top of her thigh, and your right hand cups under her knee where it’s hanging heavy after being slipped onto your shoulder. Noticing your balancing act with squatting was becoming too easy for you again, she snatched up both of your wrists to pin them in the air above your head. She laughs meanly at your frustrated, garbled groaning into her pussy, and your weight falls forward, making you smother yourself lightly. Though don’t think the smothering is a bad thing, you crave it. The noises you make are absolutely rude in their obscenity, but you don’t even care. “Wow, my god- if you get too loud, everyone is going to catch on.” Wanting to turn the tables this time, deliberately pushing yourself all the way into her heat, you penetrate her with your tongue just to try to get even. It works some, her voice cracks lightly but then she bites her plush lower lip to silence her uproar. Frustrated that your efforts aren’t working, you fully allow yourself to drool freely. The mess pools below Yelena and collects on the cool marble countertop. That makes additional noise. Slurping now just for the purpose of being obvious and obnoxious, Yelena allows your arms to drop, and you immediately overpower her with what little strength you’ve got. Feeling your jaw go slack from all the work you’re putting in, you absolutely won’t give up. Pressing your tongue flat to touch right on her clit, you shake your head back and forth some and allow your neck to take a turn. “Oh, oh fuck. I’m gonna cum. Don’t you dare stop.”

Never

With a twitch and one loud groan, she finishes all over your face. Pushing you away by your forehead, she makes you fall back onto your bottom. Catching yourself with your hands, the strain in your joints is heavy now, but it’s all right when she’s mean like this. When she uses you and simply discards you when she’s through. Just like a filthy cum rag.

“Again.”

Hopping to it, you obey, albeit stumbling some, and immediately get back into position. Pushing two fingers inside, you brush up against her internal pulse point. All the while, your mouth is pressed and preoccupied with sucking hard on her clit. This go-round she’s noisy, groaning here and whining some there, but when she hums in a low tone, you feel a shift. Trapping your face in place, she unintentionally alerts you to what’s coming. She’s shaking now, and you can feel her muscles fighting to push you out. With one last cry, she ends up squirting like a faucet. Liquid comes gushing out in time with your thrusts and because you’re unable to move, you graciously swallow what you can, accepting this anointment from your owner like a good, used-up girl. Breaking away for air, the last bits of her cum dribble from your lips and slide down to meet the rest of the mess on your front. Gasping, you check the floor, and the disarray pools there as well.

Well, there goes your fresh mopping job.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand while returning to kneel properly, Yelena is already two steps ahead, already freshening herself with a nearby towel. Watching her shamelessly, absolutely staring openly, you’re corrected once she redresses herself. “Clean up. I know you remember how.” Being familiar with the room, you know where to look. Opening the undercarriage cabinet, you reveal the previously hidden cleanser bottle and rags. Painstakingly, you first absorb the excess mess and then rub careful circles around the floor to make sure you perform well. While you fuss and brush, Yelena redresses herself and returns the favor of staring by looking down disapprovingly. It’s clear that you scrub your thighs together occasionally. Wedging her sock back into her shoe, she takes notice that few wet droplets remain on it. “You’ve missed a spot.” Coming close with the rag, Yelena stops you. “Not with that. With your mouth instead, please.” Slow and full of lethargy, you bring your mouth close and clean up. Your tongue left an additional webbed path of moisture, so you cleaned that up with the cloth as well. Hmm, spit-shined.

Needy and clammy, with a clean face now since you had access to towels yourself, you have to find a way to make Yelena touch you or you won’t be able to function. That’s just what Yelena does to you; she makes it so you’re able to function. You wouldn’t be able to cope without her direction and without her relaxing treatment. “Yelena, can you touch me now?” You huff. “Stand up.” She aids you in your resurrection and braces you against the sink in the spot she filled previously, then she helps you up onto the chilled tabletop. “Could you use your, um, mouth? Pretty please?” Rubbing up and down your forearms, she frustrates you further. “Hmm, I can’t exactly ruin my face like you, can I?” Unceremoniously, she ruffled your dress up and dipped into your underwear, and you can’t help but gasp pitifully. “I love you, but I’m not a dirty, needy slut, now am I? That’s all on you, sweetheart. That’s your one and only job. Now shut your mouth before I decide you haven’t earned what I’m going to so graciously gift to you.” You look up at her teary-eyed and scared she will leave you uncomfortable. She loves you? “Nod if you understand, or I will take my hand out of your panties.” You reach up and pull on the middle of her suit jacket, fingering the buttons out of nervousness. “Please, please touch me. I want whatever you are willing to give me.” Whatever she’s willing to give? Wow, you really are pathetically perfect.

“Good girl. Now spread your legs some more.” Sticking her fingers in your folds, she rubs around to collect your arousal on her fingertips. When she takes them out, you shutter. She separates them in a scissor-type motion right in front of your face. “Hmm, wet.” Strings of your slick connect like a bridge between her digits. Resting them against your mouth, she directs you to open. Pushing her fingers inside, she brushes against your tongue and travels to the back of your throat. The small gag this causes makes you drool all over again. “Tasty, right?” Pulling out, she makes a supplementary mess of your face by rubbing your spit all along your cheeks and chin. “That’s enough.” She concludes flatly. Horror displays across your messy features. “What?!” Huffing with a smirk, she repeats herself. “I said, that’s all you get. We’re done. Now get down.” Sliding off, you place your weight back onto unsteady knees; you’re full of jitters. Leaving you behind, she stands in the doorway. “Try harder next time and maybe you’ll be deserving of more. For now,” She digs in her pocket while you wobble to stand near. “This should suffice.” Then, she hands you a paper check with a peck to your forehead.

“Look. Check how much it’s worth.” Her smile is slightly daunting. Glancing down, all you can think is ‘well then’.

[kiba-biba]

You deserve to live a long and happy life. Happy birthday, big boy!!

[riiiya8-deactivated20260215]

Happy New Year! 💝

[hadtobeconfronted]

I need to get more unhinged and disgusting with my smut descriptions to combat all this conservative rhetoric but I get lil shy. I’m really trying with this Yelena power imbalance fic I’m writing tonight

[xxwinterknightxx]

Happy Birthday Bertie! ❤️

[braunslover]

i give myself two seconds to breathe, and go back to being a serene queen. i just needed two seconds to be me.

- fingertips, lana del rey.

[berribyt]

hi guys, more reiner art

[hadtobeconfronted]

Yelena AOT Playlist 🎧

— this was from an ask!!

Honestly. Pls ignore how intense I am with this

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— Here’s the link!!

honey i’m- (mother soki)

Oh where to start with this song. We all know Yelena is a very fickle gal. She will do anything to get to her goal. Although I can really imagine her being unsure about love. (I either imagine her as shy and reserved about it or extremely obsessive) this song just like UGH makes me imagine her settling in with you for an evening and realizing her affections go deeper than she meant for them to with you. You just make her feel comfortable and stable. The slow melodic pace just makes you feel like you’re lighting a candle and getting ready to cuddle with her since she’s finally allowing you to. (Plus the song uses she pronouns so it’s gayy) I could literally go on and on and on and ON about this song and Yelena correlating someone stop me.

spit (show me the body)

So beyond this song just being sexy as fuck, it’s very intense. It reminds me of her because Yelena is lowkey a little pathetic. I can see her kinda squashing you and being creepy when it comes to dominating you during sex but the essence she is truly chasing is to be safely allowed to be submissive and maybe a little bratty. Even though sometimes she feels disgusting for her vulnerable display of body language. Also imagine her sucking on your fingers and getting her chin and neck all filthy with drool and you making her gag on them a little just to see her eyes sparkle with tears. And pulling on her hair some. BUT who craves power and control the most? People who feel powerless! Just like her. WHO SAID THAT?!? ;)

inbred (ethel cain)

So this one is a little more conceptual. I can see Yelena coming from a really fucked up family that’s why she lacks emotion for certain things, especially when it comes to getting whatever it is she wants. She absolutely used the f outta Zeke to do that though. She totally weaponized and fetishized his power. Idk something about Ethel singing about romanticizing this older brother figure even though he’s a criminal just gave Zeke and Yelena. (But not a ship in this case unlike the way the song is romantic you feel me?) The lyrics that talk about now being scared of god because he’s already gone and who will take the fall and who is stronger just reminded me of her outlook on humanity. She really played off ‘violence is always a part of human nature’ and spun it into something kinda terrible and used it to work for her. Instead of trying to be kind and work against it. Does that make sense? Also again sorry to get like nasty but the lines talking about ‘touch me til’ I vomit’ just UGH imagine her being so so numb and just wanting you to force her to feel something SORRY HOLY COW

lemonade (nicole dollanganger)

Shut the mother fuck up right NOW I literally already have a fic that I’m multiple thousands of words into about this song. This song is ABSOLUTELY about Yelena. Not going to spoil too much for what I’ve written but can’t you imagine her taking advantage of a beautiful, sad and rich housewife and being her other woman? But she’d only like the woman if she was kinda vengeful towards her ALSO cheating husband? PLEASDEEEEE. Also this song is just one of the most beautiful songs ever written and it’s lesbian? #winning

girlfriend (hemlocke springs)

This one is just a bit of a filler ngl. The toxic power dynamics in this song are so her like she’d be the type of be like ‘I’m not the good guy’ lmao but would absolutely NEVER do the healthy thing and cut you off so she couldn’t hurt you. Nah never. Hurting your feelings just might be a little bit of the fun for her.

i (heart) you (kmfdm)

This song is sexy literally I have no defense <3

wine (the raveonettes)

This song makes me actually mourn Yelena like we broke up or something like sometimes I be having trouble listening to it because I get actual tugs on my heart strings. I ALSO have a fic conceptualized for this song and I don’t wanna spoil too much but just the way the song lists things like ‘stars, sleep’ really gives me the vibe of someone reminiscing on a past love. Plus the lyrics about ‘summer threw our love away’. Obviously the song being called wine I mean yelena period. AND THE FUCKING SONG ENDS WITH THE SOUND OF OCEAN WAVES?!?? Literally Yelena on god. This one is by far my absolute favorite on the list and I wanna say more but I don’t wanna spoillll

yayo (lana del rey)

So this one of for all of my mafia au lovers. This song is absolutely the lost girl falling in love with criminal Yelena. Drugs, gambling, riding through the desert on her motorcycle?? Pls. And we can pretend she has a snake tattoo since she’s very much a snake. The song is very heavy too it just DRIPS with seduction although it’s a semi quiet song. It just feels like Yelena digging her claws into you UGH!!!! (Daddy Yelena anyone?)

angelica (wet leg)

Pop/rock singer songwriter reader anyone? You met Yelena at a party and she wooed you so bad you just HAD to write a song for her. She comes to your concert not remembering who you are and you both make eye contact through the crowd at the crescendo of the song? I THINK YES!!

la mer (nine inch nails)

One of my favorite NIN songs!! So pretty. I feel like Yelena would listen to this song too. If only the lyrics were in Russian and not French

the perfect girl (mareux)

Saw an edit of her to this song so I had to put it on here. Scary girl type beat mmm delicious <3

gold rush (taylor swift)

For the shy Yelena truthers!! Or even shy reader! She doesn’t want the gold rush you give her and when you see her, her presence feels like a gold rush because of her pretty blonde hair! Definitely a top 10 maybe 5 Taylor swift songs for me the whole part of ‘gleaming, twinkling. eyes like sinking, ships on waters. so inviting I almost jump in’ is SO tragically beautiful and I referenced it in a fic that has yet to come out ;)

gods and monsters (ldr) + dress (taylor swift)

They’re both just fillers but they are both hot and sexy beautiful in their own way and just make me daydream of Yelena cause I’m insane

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