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cissyenthusiast010155 · 18 days

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Walls Broken Down ~Broken!Rita Calhoun xFem Younger!Reader

Summary— AU where Rita is friends with a young Reader (thinking 20s, whereas Rita’s in her mid to late 40’s). Rita has a past that haunts her, and one day it just all becomes too much. Reader is there for Rita as much as she can be.

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Warnings: angst, implied anxiety attack, past trauma, implied small mental breakdown, fluff, age gap (all legal), comforting, physical comforting, happy ending fluff, etc.

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She knew you hadn’t meant to. All you had done was brush her shoulder as she had walked past Rita to grab some utensils. But now Rita could feel herself trembling in her own kitchen. She could feel her knees wobbling and her lip trembling. Before she knew it, she was collapsing back against the pristine marble top counter, falling to the accented floor with her back to the dark walnut cabinets.

Waves of raw pain crashed over the woman. She could feel the tears already surfacing as the memories punched her in the gut, one after the other relentlessly. Memories of him. A past too terrifying to reconcile. Him invading her senses once more. Him taking advantage of her once more. Him, the man who had ruined her for anyone else. She felt so numb. She felt so violated. She felt so used. Rita’s mind replayed painful memory after painful memory, not able to stop. That one singular touch had sent her mind into a spiral.

As Rita came crashing down to the floor, you had dropped what you were doing and had rapidly approached the shaking brunette. But as you kneeled down to comfort and check in with her, you had extended your hand to the women’s back. Rita instinctively withdrew with sharp skill, a horrifying instinct drilled into her. She sucked in a breath as she avoided your touch, like it was a hot, scalding iron rod, curling up with her arms around her retracted knees.

Rita closed her eyes, and a tear escaped her left eye as she recalled all the haunting memories of her past, the ones that she had thought had surely been buried long ago. Seemingly not. Her limp, curled up form floated back to that day. All those years ago, she had been so young. She had been so innocent, kind of like you. Your touch hadn’t even been that bad, hadn’t even been intentional. But it didn’t matter. A flood of sadness came over the woman next, filling every sense of her being in a depressive state.

Rita couldn’t stop the following downpour of tears that emerged from her form. She curled even tighter into herself, shaking violently on the ground. In the back of her mind, she could vaguely hear you calling out her name in appropriate concern. But the ringing pain in her head was louder. The brunette sat on her kitchen floor; her tears ran down her body and pool on the ground. She managed to peek out of her cocoon, but she couldn’t look at you. Instead, her reeling mind tried to grasp the surroundings around her. From her position, She could see the heights of her living room, where her Bloomingdale curtains had once hung, but now with her remodel, all there remains are the new, empty gold drapery rods waiting for new, luxurious drapes to cover the glass wall. She tried to focus on those, the drapery rods.

Her mind was an abyss. Her life was a failure. Why did she even try? It was useless. She was useless. Part of Rita knew that was not true, but that part was currently tied up, duck-taped, and thrown in a closet, door locked and key lost. The new and improved part of her that she had spent curating was thrown aside. The new coats of platinum white on her walls were stripped to reveal the mundane beige of her college youth. This wasn’t your fault. It was her own. She deserved this. She deserved all of this. She cringed internally at how pathetic she was behaving, at how pathetic she was.

After a god awful amount of time of sobbing on the tile floor, Rita eventually could produce no more tears. She sniffled and slowly raised her head from her defensive curl towards you. And she was immediately met by your eyes dazzling with concern and naivety. You looked up to her like a mentor and here she was breaking down in the middle of her kitchen. How pathetic. Rita felt a pang of guilt ripple through her as you attempted to speak to her once more.

“Hey, Rita…Are you okay…?”

But Rita was in no state for verbal coherence. She nodded, as her lip trembled. She felt so small. Even though she was taller than you, even though her build was stronger than you, even though she was decades older than you, Rita still felt small. She felt like she was small enough for the world to swallow her whole without anyone noticing. She felt like she was small enough for him to come back and for her to not be able to fight back.

Your eyes softened as you nodded and cautiously extended a hand to the brunette. Rita couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped her lips at the kind gesture. That alone made her want to cry again. She slowly reached out and gingerly took your hand. With your help, the woman stood up on her wobbly legs. She took a deep breath as she stood. You didn’t know what happened, what was happening. But you were determined to be there for Rita.

Rita’s thoughts were still swimming, but now she had an anchor. Now, your consenting touch was keeping her tethered to reality. As you guided her to sit down by the kitchen island, Rita took deep breath after deep breath. She now knew that she couldn’t continue to ignore her past like this. No matter how many properties she owned, no matter how many times she remodeled and tried to cover it all up, no matter how many times she rebought her entire wardrobe, it would never go away. No, she had to properly heal. And as she squeezed your hand in gratitude and reassurance, she knew that she would be alright.

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seriesxwriting · 1 year

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𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐈𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞

#fyp #netflix #imagines #writers on tumblr #writing #short storys #robbie keane #robby cobra kai #cobra kai fic #cobra kai robby #robby x reader #robby keene #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x you #cobra kai x y/n #cobra kai cast

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fazcinatingblog · 14 days

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Imagine being a lovely innocent Carlton fan and having a nice peaceful time at the footy and you turn to one side and three seats down, there's the most annoying Italian talking to herself about Alex Fasolo and

#Just go to Carlton games to be a disruption #starting an ohhhhhh Alex Fasoloooooooo chant at every opportunity #seeing number 8 and shouting BIANCO IT'S A BIANCO #being told by overbearing Carlton fans that number 8 isn't playing #well except for Josh rocky rachele #reading the record and complaining out loud of the lack of Faz #squealing in joy at every Collingwood mention in the record #being keen for Mark Keane #yelling GO ITALY when fantasia or cerra or 39 do anything #getting removed by security for being too Italian #i have too much money and too much free time and i can't be allowed to do these things and #Laura go buy a house or find a flatmate or something useful or #even going to work on the weekend would be more useful than annoying an entire bay of Carlton fans #i shouldn't be allowed to exist #I'm sorry Tumblr #I'm a pest and not even the good ginnidiot type of pest #please don't tell Faz

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gothamstimms · 1 year

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Barbara Kean lyric board with red tones ❤

▹❁Barbra Keene❁◃?_

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#gotham #batman #aesthetic #gotham series #gothamstimms #aestheitcs #aesthetic board #anon ask #request #barbra kean #gotham barbara #barbra gordon #barbra gotham #tumblr aesthetic #moodboard #lyric aesthetics #lyricboard #barbra Keene

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hadesbullshit · 2 years

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my freid is a huge swifty so they got me to listen to her new albem and holly shit

Mightnight Rain is Barbara Keen

vigaltie shit is selia

You're on your own kid is Dick

lavender hase is Lee at the end of s3

mastermind: Ed about his and oswarld first meating

#gotham #gotham tv #barbra kean #barbra keen #catwoman #dick grayson #lee tompkins #nygmaobblepot #edward nygma

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zoestanleyarts · 2 months

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Happy Valentine's Day! Professor Utonium & Miss Keane from the “Keen on Keane” episode of The Powerpuff Girls.

#the powerpuff girls #ms. keane #professor utonium #cartoon network #valentine's day #ppg #cartoon #fanart #art #illustration #illlustration #valentine #date #couple #wholesome #retro

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bugeyedfreaks · 2 months

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THE CITY OF TOWNSVILLE: PPG SEASON FIVE

Some notes:

Not much variety here, and I was surprised that so many of the episodes use the exact same City of Townsville opening image (looks like there're two that look pretty close to each other getting reused a lot)! Maybe to save money (valid, but still...)? Despite the skyline design being a lot more visually complex now thanks to the movie, the overuse of that one design just makes it feel so boring and monotonous (almost reflecting the quality of the show dipping in this season).

I don't know if I have a favorite from this bunch but I do like Keen on Keane's construction paper design. Very cute!

...yeah, what else is there to say about these? I forsee S6 having a similar pattern, but I also could be wrong. We'll find out soon!

#the city of townsville #powerpuff girls #ppg #s5

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kareuraa · 1 year

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The episode “Keen on Keane” has caused me irreparable damage to my frontal lobe. I was 8 years old and jealous of a school teacher because she was going out with a rectangle in a lab coat. Sickening.

#digital art #ppg #powerpuff girls fanart #powerpuff girls #professor utonium #ms keane #ppg fanart #professor utonium ppg #cartoon network #artists on instagram

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lune-redd · 2 months

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Yo is Mitch afraid of hamsters now? Don’t know what happened to Twiggy, but I like to headcanon that Ms. Keen still has her and one day it’s Brit’s turn to take her home.

Me personally I headcanon that Ms. Keane made Mitch take mutated Twiggy home after. Thinkin' about it now idk why she'd make Twiggy's abuser take her home after all that he's done to her but then again Twiggy is larger than him and probably has more triumph because of it so...

I could sorta imagine a Gustavo and Brick type dynamic where it's a lil brown haired guy and his giant animal companion, which is basically why I came up with this headcanon lol

I could also imagine funny scenarios happening with them

I do like the headcanon that Ms. Keane kept her tho

#ppg #mitch mitchelson #twiggy #ppg buttercup #ms keane #asks #doodle

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vampiric-hunger · 2 months

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𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟: 𝕔𝕙.𝟙 - 𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕥

pair: Ascended!Astarion x female!reader

tags: no y/n is used, rating - E, TW: mentions of childhood sexual abuse, general sexual abuse and mentions of sexual slavery (all of those happened in the past AA is not doing this to reader). PIV, creampie, blood drinking.

summary: you're skilled, driven and most importantly - ambitious. but even as someone in your position, a trained assassin and a leader of your own Guild, you still lend yourself to jobs that are of importance. even if those jobs sometimes mean attending parties. tonight - it's a masquerade and you're bored out of your mind, until the man who hired you to protect him leaves you alone, at the mercy of a stranger who suddenly took a keen interest in you.

this is a 7 chapter fic exploring Ascended Astarion through a lens of 7 deadly sins.

word count: 4,129 | Chapter 2 |

a/n: as voted by my readers - here's Ascended Astarion and my take on 7 deadly sins that i looked at through his character. enjoy! <3

Another boring party, another boring masquerade.

Your eyes sweep over the crowd but nothing seems unusual for the time being. People dancing, people chatting, people drinking. Most of them you recognize even behind their masks. Simple mannerisms, voices or even who they are spending time with tells you more than they probably would want to let on. It’s not hard for you to tell who’s who. After all, you worked for so many of them already.

Tonight you work as a guard for especially paranoid noble. Normally you don’t let yourself get hired for tasks, you have your whole Guild of experienced thieves and assassins to do all the minor and major works, but when the richest of Baldur’s Gate want your services specifically – you comply. Not only they pay handsomely, you also make connections among the patriars that do pay off in a long run.

No, you’re no Nine-fingers Keane, not yet at least, but you have gathered a respectable resume of deeds that are well known in the underbelly of Baldur’s Gate. You have a goal and that goal is simple – to control every Guild by taking over and uniting them. You’ve been working for years to make this happen and you built yourself from the ground up. Just like you escaped slavery in Hells, so will you become what you want to be – the ultimate ruler of Guilds of this godsdamned city that betrayed you before.

But you won’t let these thoughts distract you, not tonight. Not that you expect anything to happen in the first place. It’s a masquerade after all, who would even target the patriar you’re accompanying is beyond you. He’s a man who is scared to step on anyone’s toes, let alone anyone’s who could be a danger to him. Alas, he hired you and he’s paying so well you couldn’t refuse the offer. So now you’re here, in your best dress, with a domino mask on your face and a glass of wine in your hand. And, of course, couple daggers hidden under your dress. You are always prepared.

The patriar in question, one exalted Lord Goldbrith, is by your side and chatting with gusto to a young man. You suspect he brought you here not only to guard his life, but perhaps to help him disperse the rumors surrounding his sexuality. Not that most would judge in the first place, nobles and patriars probably are the most relaxed people when it comes to sexual liberty. However, Goldbrith’s issue is that his father wants an heir and if your little ‘prince’ over there leaves no such possibility by admitting that he’s not interested in women, well… then he risks losing the inheritance. And you’re not sure this man knows how to tie his own shoes, being pampered like a child all his life.

You almost roll your eyes, thinking how this is the worst some people have to deal with. No, they will never know what it is to be molested by their father and brother, no, they won’t know what it is to be sold to a brothel as a ten-year old and used. No, they won’t know what it’s like to be sold to Hells only to continue being a slave of desires of others just as you have been up here. You don’t scowl, but when you look at these spoiled men and women you feel disgust and anger.

No, stop, inhale… exhale. Your past is your past, but you’re stronger now, better. And you will have Baldur’s Gate by the throat eventually. You just have to be patient, have to spread your connections wider and have as many people indebted to you as possible. So that you can use them when the right time comes.

Again you inhale and slowly exhale, calming yourself. When you become the Guild Leader of Baldur’s Gate then each and every person in this room will have to treat you with respect. And most of them already do because you have made a name for yourself in these past years, for what it counts.

“Dearest, do you mind if I accompany this fine gentleman to the restroom? He says he cannot find it.” Lord Goldbrith is now talking to you, making you snap out of your bitter thoughts, and you look at him.

“Alone?” you ask and the man now seems flustered.

“Yes. There’s no need for you to come along, I think I will be perfectly safe. And it’s not far, if something happens - I’ll shout for you.” a nervous smile, intertwined fingers, yes, you know exactly what he’s going to be doing with this so-called fine gentleman. After all, he hired you to protect him and if he temporarily doesn’t need it…

“Very well, find me when you return, I shouldn’t stray too far.” you respond and Goldbrith pats your hand holding the glass of wine.

“I’ll be fine. Go, dance, mingle. Seems this event is quite safe for me.”

Sure it is, you think to yourself. You see his anxious desire to depart immediately from your company and you have no reason to hold him. He paid you already, after all.

“Of course, Lord Goldbrith.” you nod again and a smile of relief forms underneath his mask, you can see it in how the corners of his eyes crinkle.

“I’ll find you when I’m back.” his hand leaves yours and you watch Goldbrith navigate the crowd with his newest boy toy.

You can’t help but smile to yourself. At least he’ll be happy tonight and it won’t harm you to assure others he’s here with you if anybody asks. When you are paid so handsomely - you will tell people the sky is brown and grass is red.

“I saw your companion leave. Curious to ask why.” a voice you don’t recognize asks for your attention.

You turn to see a man standing close to your left side. His silver hair is immaculate with flowing locks and the domino mask that he’s wearing is bejeweled with what like looks actual gems. Behind the mask you see red piercing eyes. The man smiles and it’s more of a smug smirk than a heartfelt expression. It looks so natural on him that you are sure this is his default expression. A dangerous smile. A smile that spells ruin for those who scorn him; you’ve seen smiles like this before.

“If you’re curious, why don’t you follow him and ask yourself?” you lift your glass to your lips and take a sip, keeping your eyes on him.

“I’m not in a habit of following men.” elf responds, his tone of voice is cocky and the implication of his words is clear - he’s the one who leads and not the one who follows.

Problem is, you don’t recognize him. Even with the mask on, you can tell that he’s a man of beauty, surely you must’ve heard of him even if you haven’t met him. But this is a masquerade, people don’t share names until midnight and there’s still couple hours left on the clock for that. You think how you can get his name out of him but your thoughts get interrupted because this mystery man steps even closer to you and glances at your glass.

“More wine, my dear?”

Tsk. How much you despise nobles thinking they can use pet names on you. But you bite your tongue.

“I can serve myself if needed.” you step back from him and see his curious eyes examine your masked face. What does he even want?

Your gaze snaps down the moment you see him reach out. His fingers bear silver rings, some of them have gems, you recognize each and every one of those gems even before he steps closer again just to take your hand in his slender, manicured fingers.

“I thought maybe you could grant me a dance since your partner seems to be busy with a gentleman.” a pointed tone that his words carry tell you everything – he knows about the arrangement you have with Lord Goldbrith. How - you have not even a slightest idea, but he knows.

Except you’re not concerned that he knows, instead you notice his warm and soft touch when he raises your hand and leans down to meet it with his lips. Something that should be only a small peck gets prolonged and it’s as if he’s testing you because his eyes meet yours while his lips are still on your hand. It’s a long moment. Too long to be appropriate but you don’t pull your hand away.

“A dance? Perhaps I can do that.” you answer and offer the mysterious white-haired man a smile. He smiles too and straightens his back but keeps holding your hand.

“Wonderful. I think a waltz is about to start.” he says in a voice like honey. He’s interested in you, you can tell that much.

So maybe you could use him, just to relieve some pressure. It doesn’t have to be serious, these types of trysts never are. And you have been with couple other patriars like this before. Sneaking away from the main room, finding an empty study or an unused stairwell, quickly satisfying your needs and his without any need to talk about it afterwards. No strings attached, just pure carnal lust being gratified with a willing partner. This handsome elf could become this type of partner, if only for tonight.

You nod to him and put away your goblet to a nearby table, then feel him tug at your hand. You follow him to the ballroom and instead of staying at the edges of the dance floor as not to interrupt other twirling couples, this noble leads you right to the center. You don’t shy away when there’s attention placed on you, but tonight you are on the job and you would prefer if you weren’t noticed. Nonetheless, once more you let him do as he pleases and don’t pull your hand from his firm grasp or don’t try to hide away.

If he wants a dance with everyone watching – you will give him that dance.

When people part giving him and yourself the way to the center of the floor, this mysterious man finally stops and looks at you with a smirk. Even with the mask covering half his face you can see confidence, no, arrogance etched in every expression he makes. You don’t mind that. Something about arrogant men always intrigued you. Maybe because you too are full of pride, and you think that if only these men knew what you’re capable of, they wouldn’t be so self-assured around you. It gives your ego a boost, feeding your own arrogance, making you almost fearless no matter the situation, no matter the opponent or, just like in this case, no matter the partner. A dancing partner, at that, at least for now.

The man pauses, the music stops for a moment while musicians adjust for the upcoming tune and he steps closer, now pulling you closer with practiced ease. His hand on your lower back push you against his chest and you raise your eyebrows even though he cannot see it because of your own mask. Waltz is not danced chest to chest but it looks like he doesn’t care about etiquette or social manners. You don’t mind that at all, you like a man who knows what he’s doing.

And then the music starts again.

Your partner eases into the music with grace, his steps are easy, fluid and you follow him with as much grace as you can. It’s not your first waltz but he’s obviously a better dancer than you can ever hope to be.

“You know people are watching, right?” you say to the elf, bringing attention to how close he’s holding you and he scoffs arrogantly.

“We’re beautiful together, of course they are watching.” his hand on your lower back pushes slightly harder and you nearly lose your step.

A cocky grin on his face tells you that it was intentional. You smirk back to him because you know what he’s doing or at least trying to do. He’s sparring, trying to establish himself as superior to you in this setting. Maybe he’s trying to show that he’s superior over everyone in this ballroom. You’re not sure nor you care.

“I would like to know your name, darling.” your dancing noble says again when you don’t reply quick enough and you slightly smile, he’s getting impatient.

“It’s a masquerade, Lord. My name’s a mystery just as yours.” your reply rewards you with a chuckle that you feel reverberating from his chest against yours.

“Very well.” the man says and you can feel his fingers give yours a short squeeze. “But I will want to see what’s behind that mask once midnight strikes.” again his eyes pierce into yours and for just a split second the world around you melts away.

The chatter and laughter of patriars disappears, the music is all you hear. You feel the fabric of your dress brush against your legs and his as you both spin in motion to the rhythm of waltz. His hand so warm on yours, so warm even through your dress on your back. At last it feels like you both dance with the grace of gods themselves as he leads your steps. And you realize that you don’t want to wait until midnight to rip his mask off and see what’s underneath.

Yes, he will serve well to satisfy your lust, to help you take off the edge. You smile to him.

“Maybe we don’t have to wait for midnight after all.” you tell him and see a flash of surprise that turns into smugness. You also realize that waltz is coming to an end, perfect timing.

Before the elf replies the music tapers off and you step back from him despite his attempt to keep your body close to his, then you do a proper curtsey in thanks for the dance. Mystery man bows too, one hand behind him, but his eyes never leaving yours.

After you both stand tall again, you turn from him and walk off, sensing rather than knowing that he’s following. No one seems to be paying attention anymore, now that your dance is over and another one begins, and you weave through the crowd with easy expertise of an assassin. Passing unnoticed and uninterrupted. But you do quickly glance back to the spot where you were standing earlier, to check if Lord Goldbrith returned but seeing no sign of a man you turn your attention to the hallway for which you are aiming.

Soon enough you turn a corner but don’t get far before you feel yourself being pulled back by your wrist. You stop and look behind you only to see that the elf indeed has followed you. He tugs at your arm just like he did when leading you to the middle of a ballroom and you smirk, pressing your palms against his chest to soften the impact of your body against his.

He leans closer, his lips seeking yours yet you push away from him, seeing questions in his eyes, but instead of answering you grab his hand and make him trail after you in hurried footsteps. To your relief the elf doesn’t utter a word and you pass couple of doors before you stop and push at the third one, hoping that this room is potentially unoccupied, since you assumed the first two would be. That’s how it usually goes during these types of noble parties.

Yes, the room is empty and the silver-haired man follows you inside hurriedly, pushing the door closed behind him. When you stop he stops too and you release his hand, turning to him. For a moment you look each other in the eyes, you feel your heart beating heavy and fast in your chest. And then both of you step to each other at the same time as if you both heard a silent permission.

He grabs at your mask and you grab at his, pulling them away from your faces just a split second before your lips meet. You kiss him almost harshly, your desire taking control of you and he responds with same passion, pushing his tongue into your mouth in an instant. The masks drop to the floor and he steps forwards with you, pushing you backwards with his hands on your hips and your arms around his neck, until you bump into the bookshelf behind you.

Elf’s hands begin clawing at your dress, lifting the skirts up in a hurry and your hands blindly find their way to the buttons of his pants. The kiss is deep, the wine you taste on his tongue is even better than one from a glass. For a moment your tongue catches on his fang but you don’t have the time to wonder what’s that about. No, this moment is about getting and giving in equal measure.

The kiss breaks for a moment, you feel elf’s breath on your mouth and gasp softly when you feel his fingertips trace the outline of your underwear. You open your eyes and find him looking at you with intense lust-filled gaze, at the same time you finally manage to slip your hand into his pants. As you reach down, his precum stains your fingers and you smirk, palming his hard erection.

But your smile gets wiped off your face as the handsome elf pulls at the hem of your panties and slides two fingers down your slit, dipping just the tips of them into your core. He exhales with obvious lust and removes his hand, grabbing your hips as if preparing to lift you. You don’t waste time and you free his cock out of its confines. The moment you do that, the man lifts you by the hips. Immediately you wrap your legs around his waist, your hands gripping his shoulders for purchase. Without delay you feel your panties being pulled to the side and smooth tip of elf’s erection pressing against your soaked cunt.

No words are needed and no time is wasted. He thrusts into you with force and you moan, throwing your head back from the pleasure of him filling you and stretching you in most wonderful way. You quickly bite your lip down, trying to silence any forthcoming cries but you are not successful because when he starts pumping - it’s hard and demanding.

The room fills with pants and groans and you close your eyes, feeling the man’s lips on your neck, kissing and tasting your skin with his tongue. You whine with each snap of his hips, with each claim of his to your body, and you let go of his shoulders, your fingers reach over your head and to your sides, looking for a shelf to grasp onto, but for a while you only find the spines of books, pulling at them and making them drop to the floor with silent thuds.

Then your eyes snap open as pain briefly shoots through your shoulder but you immediately realize what’s going on. Of course he’s a vampire. The crimson eyes, the fangs, strange you didn’t realize it earlier. You let your eyelids drop as the vampire sucks on your blood while relentlessly pounding into you at the same time, and you have to clench your teeth to prevent yourself from shouting into the ceiling. It’s not your first time sleeping with a vampire so you’re not afraid, if anything it gives you a thrill of danger that you never get from other patriars in such short-term arrangements.

You feel the fangs leave your neck and a greedy tongue laps at the bite marks left behind while you finally manage to grasp onto the shelves, clinging for your dear life. You crane your head and look at the elf, seeing that his eyes are on you, then he catches your lips in a scorching kiss, his teeth tugging at your bottom one and you mewl at that, it’s harder and harder for you to keep silent as your pleasure begins to build. Your partner in this quick tryst pounds himself so religiously into you that you are beginning to feel sore already and that only adds to the pleasure.

For a moment the elf just keep thrusting while biting on your lower lip and when you look at him he keeps an eye contact with you, but then his teeth part and he presses his face to the side of your neck that doesn’t have his fresh bite mark. You hear him gasp for air and you know he’s close too. You release the shelf with one hand to tangle your fingers into his hair, grasping firmly just before you close your eyes again and let go.

A deep thrust, another one, then another one - your mewls follow each other of them and your mind swims just before your orgasm overwhelms your senses. You don’t know how loud you are or how hard you are gripping vampire’s hair, all you know is pleasure and his cock pushing you to your limits. You don’t even know how long the waves of pleasure rip through you, making your cunt clench on his shaft so deliciously, as if on a quest to milk him sooner than he wishes. You hear him grunt something, a word, maybe two, you’re not sure and it doesn’t matter.

When your bliss begins subsiding and your mind starts to clear you find yourself still being fucked. You whimper, sore and satisfied, but pull at elf’s hair, making him look at you. His face is sweaty, his teeth are clenched, showcasing his fangs, and you see that he’s close. You heavily kiss him but he doesn’t respond. Instead he grunts against your mouth and then moans, his thrusts becoming erratic at the same moment as he begins spilling himself deep inside of you. You slide your tongue against his teeth, your eyes heavy-lidded from your own pleasure and additional satisfaction seeing that he seems to be enjoying this too, like it’s a compliment to you. And then his hips finally stop, his grip on your hips is slippery and he’s digging his fingers into your flesh, leaving bruises for the future.

The elf opens his eyes to look at you, he’s utterly out of breath but you don’t let him say anything, you just kiss him again and he responds, albeit less energetically now. You had a moment to recover while he just rode out his orgasm to the fullest. With a smirk you lean your head back and push at him slightly, making him set you on the floor. The white-haired man looks disheveled and you most likely look the same, but you just smirk to him, taking in his appearance, the messy hair, the open pants and his softening erection, still leaking last drops of cum. A wonderful view and a state that you like seeing men in.

With sweaty palms you smoothen out skirts of your dress and pick up your domino mask from the floor, then give him a wink, walking out of the room. You don’t see the look the man gives you: one of shock and partial anger that you’re leaving without another word. As if he’s realizing it is you who used him and not the other way around. Your arrogance leaves him stumped. But you finally know who he is: Lord Astarion Ancunin.

With a satisfied grin you walk back to the ballroom, trying to ignore your underwear that’s getting soaked with his seed and your own arousal, but you know he won’t follow you right now, most likely too insulted that you used him to get relief. You put on your mask again and enter the ballroom, immediately seeing Lord Goldbrith impatiently tapping his foot at the same spot where he stood last before leaving with a young gentleman. When you approach him he looks irritated.

“Let’s leave.” he demands and you raise your eyebrows but you don’t argue. If you can leave early and go home to wash up that’s all the better. After all, the moment Lord Goldbrith is in his carriage your job is done and you won’t argue against a short night.

“As you say.” you nod and Goldbrith curtly nods in response, then marches towards the main exit.

You follow him but give one more glance behind you before you leave the room. You notice white curls and a crimson-eyed intense, angry gaze in your direction just before dancing couples hide all of it away.

You smirk to yourself. You have a suspicion you will meet him again.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #ascended astarion #lord astarion #ascended starion smut #ascended astarion x female reader #ascended astarion x reader #female reader #astarion x reader #x reader #astarion smut #reader insert

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flanaganfilm · 9 months

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First off, thanks so much for taking the time to answer everyone's questions. It's really very interesting to read your thoughts! It means a lot to us fans to have some of your keen insights and insider info.

What have been your easiest and most difficult characters to write?

None are particularly easy, and I don't think any one character has been more difficult than any other...

I can tell you the most fun I've had with characters though. I particularly loved writing Theo Crain, Bev Keane, Fr. Paul Hill, Rufus Griswold, pretty much all of the Usher family, and Rose the Hat (much credit goes to Stephen King for that one though). I think the most difficult character to write may have been Riley Flynn, just because there was so much of myself in him. Made it very emotionally uncomfortable sometimes.

#midnight mass #the haunting of hill house #doctor sleep #the fall of the house of usher

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In Her Time of Need ~Elizabeth Keane xFem Reader

Summary— [SPOILERS] After the assassination attempt on Keane’s life is the season 6 finale, Carrie and Elizabeth have to find somewhere to hide out. Reader is off the books and one of Elizabeth’s closest confidants. Basically a little fic about the after effects of the assassination.

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Warnings: SPOILERS, implied assassination attempt, near death experience, trauma, anxiety, angst, comforting, physical comforting, safe house, happy fluff ending, etc.

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The rap on the door was succinct and concise.

“Hi I’m Carrie, we haven’t met. I’m sorry, this is such short notice, we didn’t know where else to go—”

In front of you on your doorstep stood blonde, the one who spoke, and behind her cowered what you could make out to be Elizabeth.

“Of course, come in come in.”

You hurried the two women through the threshold of your brownstone, quickly shutting the door behind them. You guided them into your kitchen, swiftly grabbing a couple glasses of water and handing them over to the two ragged women. They accepted the drinks with silent nods and grateful hearts.

“I heard what happened over the television. I immediately called my contacts but no one had heard from you. They thought…” you rambled.

“The hit came from within the company. That’s why. No one knows.” Carrie breathed out, anxiously brushing her hair behind her face.

Elizabeth fidgeted with her glass, her gaze not meeting yours. You pursed your lips and nodded towards the blonde. Your gaze traveled back to the brunette, sympathetic and caring for the woman who seemed to be carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.

“I see. Well you’re both welcome to stay here as long as you need. Elizabeth knows this is an unsanctioned, off the books safe house. That’s how I assumed you found me.”

“Completely off the books…?”

You pursed your lips once more and nodded. Carrie sighed in relief and nodded eagerly back.

“Good good.”

Silence took the room. It gave you the chance to finally hear Elizabeth’s shallow and erratic breathing. Her lip was trembling and you could tell she was as struggling to stay standing. It broke your heart. You rounded the kitchen island over to the brunette, placing a light hand on the back of her right shoulder.

“Hey.”

Elizabeth jolted upright a little at the touch. But she quickly leaned closer to your warmth, spooning your figure with her back frame.

“Hi” she choked out, as she fought back tears.

You sighed. Carrie shuffled her feet, feeling a little out of place in the now very domestic feeling kitchen. You took note of her discomfort, turning your gaze up and to the blonde.

“Up the stairs, first door to the left is yours. Standard guest bedroom, everything you’ll need is there.”

Carrie nodded swiftly.

“Thank you. Really.” She said before scurrying up the stairs.

Once the two of you were alone, Elizabeth finally let her eyes close even if it was just for a moment. She let out a pain staking, shuttering sigh. You could feel her trembling increasing, so you took her and your glasses and placed them on the counter for better stability.

And just as you came back to her, the woman’s knees buckled. You swiftly pulled Elizabeth into your arms, saving her from slamming into the ground. She would have protested about her being a strong, independent woman and being able to handle herself, but not today. Today she needed you. She needed to be taken care of. And there was nothing wrong with that.

“How about a bath, hmmmm sweetheart?” You hummed softly.

Elizabeth nodded slowly, curling her face into your chest as the tears began to stream down her face. You nodded and carried her upstairs and into the main bathroom. Running the water, you helped strip her of her tattered clothing, putting it aside, and then helping her into the partially filled tub.

The brunette curled into her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs, cradling herself in the tub, her head tucked into her knees. Your hand gently caressed her upper back. As you pulled away to give her some space, Elizabeth’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you nearly into the tub with her.

“You want me to join you…?” You gently asked.

Elizabeth finally looked you in the eye for the first time, her eyes glossy and overwhelmed with tears. Her lips trembled even harder as she nodded shakily. She let go of your wrist.

“P-please…”

You immediately nodded, standing up fully and stripping down all of your clothing, throwing them aside to deal with later. You then carefully entered the large bathtub, sitting behind Elizabeth and wrapping your legs around her from either side so that she was in between and could lean back on your chest.

The water was now warm and the tub filled, so you turned the tap off. Elizabeth immediately took the hint and curled up on your chest. Her left cheek rested on your sternum, her hands on the expanse of your left chest. She took another shuttering breath. But this one was a little calmer. Even though you could feel her heart racing on top of you, you also felt her starting to relax a little bit more.

It was silent for a while after that.

“I—I’m sorry…” she stammered in a whisper, finally bringing sound back into the room.

“Hey. No apologies… If you want, we can talk about this in the morning. Tonight, you just rest. Understand?” You cooed gently.

Elizabeth nodded. And before long, you heard the woman dozing off on your chest.

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