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megamindsecretlair · 8 months

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Pairing: Tyrone x Black!Shy!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, multiple uses of the n-word, pet names. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Smut, PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem receiving), cum play, possession kink, size kink, all consensual. Mentions of drug use and drinking.

Summary: You are so painfully shy, it hurts even you. But at a kickback at Tyrone's house, he sits next to you and promises you all kinds of dirty fun.

Word Count: 4,419k

A/N: This was my first ever request for a fic and I loved it! I had way too much fun writing this. I need to go hose off or something because WHEW! I am zooted and feral, so thank you @planetblaque for your support and this request! Likes are always awesome. Please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

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It was a typical Friday night. Your friend had dragged you to hang with Tyrone and the crew per her usual. She was trying to get you to loosen up and hang out, but you didn’t know these people. You ran in the same circles and occasionally saw them at the club or around the corner. But you’d stand there awkwardly while your friend did all the talking.

You’d probably trip over your words anyway. Tyrone was so fine. He moved like he owned the world. Even with a slow gait, he walked like you couldn’t tell him shit. He was low key, he didn’t talk much, but it was clear that he had an energy that drew people in.

He was nice enough to say hi and try to include you in the main conversation, but you’d just smile and nod along. Every time he came near or passed by you, it robbed you of your senses. He smelled clean like soap and your mouth would go dry whenever he’d smile big and wide. Those times were rare, but when it happened, your heart would stop.

This particular night, it seemed like everyone had paired up. There was a good mix of men and women chilling in Tyrone’s living room. The California sun cast rays of orange and pink through the blinds. Some movie you didn’t hear the name of played on the TV. Music flowed and there was heavy smoke in the air.

“You smoke?” Tyrone had walked into the room and sat beside you. Your heart started thumping in your chest. You twisted your fingers and shook your head. You couldn’t look at him. He was like one of those statues that were so beautiful and lifelike, it hurt to look too long.

“You don’t say much,” he said. He stared at you while he took a hit off of a joint. He turned his head the other way to blow it out, but the room was so permeated with it, it hit you anyway. You didn’t mind it much, it had a weird smell. But you were used to your friend smoking while ya’ll hung out.

“I never know what to say,” you said.

“How ‘bout why you don’t smoke?” He asked. He licked his lips and your eyes dropped to his lips. You wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Not that you’d ever really find out. He probably liked girls that were like your friend. Loud, confident, small. You had some meat on your bones. It wasn’t a bad thing, but guys like Tyrone went for the girls they could toss around the room. He’d probably hurt his back trying to lift you.

You shrugged and studied your fingers. “Never seemed like something I’d be into,” you said.

“No pressure, but you wanna play a game with me?” He asked. He hit the joint one more time and passed it on.

You blinked at him to see if he was playing some kind of joke on you. But he looked at you, dead serious, until you nodded.

“Aight. For tonight, keep an open mind.”

You didn’t know what he was talking about, but you wanted to. Your heart was working overtime in your chest, making your hands shake and making you stutter. You didn’t trust your voice, but you wanted to stop being a coward. You nodded. He smiled slowly, letting you see all of his teeth.

“Besides smoking, have you drank before?”

“I’m not a prude,” you said.

He laughed and held up his hands. “Aight, damn. My bad,” he said. “I get you a drink, will you talk to me some more?”

“Yes,” you said and rolled your eyes. People always teased you about being quiet. But it always felt like you were one step behind everyone else. It was easier to sit back and just absorb the vibe than try to chime in with some useless comment.

“Good girl,” Tyrone said and got up once more.

Your mouth dropped open. You gaped at him as he walked off to the kitchen. He didn’t look back at you. But that comment sent a shiver down your spine. He returned with two red cups in his hand and he handed one to you.

You shook the amber brown liquid and looked at him. “Henny?” You asked.

He nodded and watched you. You took a sip and then another one, letting the sweet burn coat your tongue. You swallowed it down and tried not to make a face.

“Not usually your thing?”

“Not usually,” you said.

Tyrone smiled and scooted closer to you until your thighs were pressed together. You wore shorts and a hoodie, so your bare thigh rubbed against his cargo shorts. He touched your knee and your leg jumped.

“You real tense for someone that’s supposed to be enjoying the party,” he said. He moved an index finger around your knee and you slowly relaxed.

“I am enjoying the party.” You smiled at him and sipped some more Henny. Maybe the alcohol would make you cooler or sexier. You knew you were beautiful and any guy would be lucky and the blah blah blah. But there was a difference between being beautiful and being sexy. Wanted. Desired.

Tyrone talked to you more, claiming he wanted to know more about you. You told him about your job, a little bit about your family. You learned that he only had a mom. His little brother was killed when he was younger and from the pain in his voice, you knew that that pain would never go away.

On to happier topics, you discussed your favorite movies, songs, and groups. He laughed when you said you preferred Tupac to NWA. He thought you were crazy. Adorable, but crazy. But he wanted to know more about you and wanted you to open up. He asked you why you were so stiff.

“I’on know, it’s just hard to relax. I got anxiety and shit,” you said. He laughed. His laugh was throaty and deep and he shook his head.

“You too cute to have anxiety,” he said.

“One ain’t got nothin’ to do with the other!”

“I can make you relax,” he said. Humor danced in his eyes, but there was nothing funny on his face. He stared at you and you saw his eyes wander all over you.

“How?” Your voice was small in the din of the room. Music still thumped and the room had thinned out as people started to pair off and find a flat surface somewhere. You had lost track of your friend and her boyfriend, one of Tyrone’s friends.

Moaning to your left caught your attention. A couple was standing near the kitchen making out but they may as well have been the only people in the room. The girl was small, high ponytail, and glossy lips and she was climbing all over her much taller date/boyfriend. Your cheeks burned as you looked away.

“You got a nigga I need to worry about?” He asked.

“No. You got a girl I need to worry about?” You asked.

He smirked but he didn’t answer you. He leaned down and kissed your cheek. “You still down to play our game?”

You nodded. He raised his hand and stroked your chin before making you meet his eyes. “Let’s go to my room then. I can help you relax,” he said.

You smiled and wanted to look away but he held your chin and made you look at him. “Um, I don’t know about that,” you said.

“Why not?”

“We don’t really know each other like that,” you said.

He kissed you. His lips were warm and you tasted Hennessy and weed on his tongue as it stroked yours. He suckled your lips with his and you moaned softly in the back of your throat. Fuck, he kissed really well. The type of kiss where you couldn’t sit still. The kind that made you want to crawl under his skin and live there. The kind that made your toes curl and your pussy get damp.

He pulled back and licked your lips one last time. “We can get to know each other,” he said.

“By getting in between my thighs?” You weren’t stupid. You knew what he was asking for.

“Shit, if you let me,” he said and grinned.

“Why me?” You asked. He was so fine that he could have any girl he wanted. He could crook his finger at anyone in the room and they would come crawling over to him, ready to please him.

“‘Cause you fine as hell. And you got me hurtin’ over here,” he said. He grabbed your hand and placed it over his dick. It hardened as he rubbed your hand over him. He was big, huge, gigantic. You’d seen and touched dicks before, but this was like the Sistine Chapel or some shit. The Mona Lisa. This was the end all and be all of dicks.

Panic must’ve shone on your face because Tyrone chuckled and kissed you again, rendering you stupid. “We’ll go slow. Just the tip,” he said.

You laughed. “You don’t believe that shit,” you said.

He grinned. “For you? I’d take my time,” he said.

You looked at him as he continued to rub his dick with your hand. Everything in you was screaming to run away and go home. What if you were bad in bed? What if you did something wrong? What if you couldn’t get him off?

The questions tumbled inside of your head, taking you out of the moment. You looked down at your hand and stopped moving it.

“Don’t give me no bullshit. I see you want this dick,” he said.

You sucked your teeth and rolled your eyes. “I wasn’t gonna give you bullshit,” you told him. You a damn lie, but he didn’t have to know that.

“Just say yes. Let me help you unwind,” he said.

You didn’t say anything as he stood up and pulled you to your feet. You didn’t say anything as he led you down the dark, quiet hallway towards his room. He opened the door for you and you walked in and sat on his bed.

His room was clean for a boy. He still had stuff thrown around but at least it smelled good in here and there were no empty dishes or wrappers. You hated dealing with messy people like that.

Tyrone closed the door and your heart was back to thumping. Tyrone sat next to you but didn’t do anything. You looked at him, wondering if he was waiting for you to make the next move. This was why you didn’t do shit like this. You didn’t know the rules or how everything was supposed to go down.

“You a virgin?” He asked.

You laughed, not expecting that question. “No!”

“What you actin’ shy for then? Give me a kiss,” he said.

You scooted closer and pecked him on the lips. He sucked his teeth and smirked.

“Don’t give me that weak shit,” he said.

You sighed but leaned in again to kiss him. You weren’t always good with words. But this you could do. You had been crushing on him for a while anyway. And by some miracle, he at least wanted to fuck you too.

When you pulled back, you blinked up at him and he grinned. “Good to keep going?”

You nodded. Tyrone went back to kissing you and for a while, he was content to do just that. There was nothing hurried about it. He kissed like he did everything else. In his own time. The more you kissed, the more that you were scooting closer and rocking back and forth trying to get some relief.

Tyrone huffed a laugh against your lips and pulled back to start kissing your cheek and jaw. “You ever let a nigga eat you out?” He asked.

“No.” Your voice was breathy as he found a ticklish spot on your neck. You curled against him and he laughed. He pulled your hoodie off and laughed at your fandom t-shirt.

“You like that goofy shit?” He asked.

“The fandom sucks, but yeah. It’s good,” you said.

He shook his head. “I ain’t never seen it. Maybe we can watch it together,” he said. He went back to kissing your neck as you thought over what he said. He wanted to watch the movie with you. As in…he wanted to see you again after this?

Well…wait till your friend heard about this shit. She thought your crush on Tyrone was adorable. You didn’t want to be adorable.

You broke the kiss and took off your shirt, leaving you in your bra and shorts. Tyrone raised his eyebrows and took in the burnished orange of your bra. It was a little risqué, with lace for the cups and it barely covered your nipple.

“Not such a good girl. What you doin’ wearing this?” He asked. He kissed a hot trail down your jaw and to the top of your breasts. He nibbled on one and you squirmed underneath him.

“I like it,” you told him.

“Mhm, I like that shit too,” he said. He pushed you onto your back and then stood up. You watched as he got rid of his own black t-shirt and kicked off his shoes and socks. He was a big boy, stocky, solid. You took in his chest and body and nearly salivated.

He moved closer, forcing your legs apart and you gasped. He chuckled darkly and started to remove your shorts. “I like this color on you,” he said.

Your panties matched your bra and he stood for a moment taking in your body. You crossed your arms, feeling self conscious. You were about to ask that you do this with the lights off. But Tyrone kneeled down and kissed your forearms, your hands, and your fingers.

“Don’t hide from me. I wanna see everything,” he said. He peeled your arms from over your chest and placed them on the sides of your body. You forced yourself to keep them there as he kissed along your tummy, your sides, your breasts.

He was slow and methodical with it. He never kissed the same area twice. He was showering your body with kisses and it only made you tingle. It made your hunger for him grow like a living thing inside of you. You shook even though the room was stuffy.

“How long has it been?” He asked against your skin. Wherever he kissed, he brought his hands up to massage you. He started with your thighs, kneading through the fleshy bits and his thumbs inched higher to where you wanted him. But he stopped just short of reaching your pussy and he worked his way down, towards your knees.

“A long while. Guys don’t really check for the big nerds,” you said. You weren’t bitter about it. It was a sad fact of life. And you didn’t want no ashy nerd anyway.

“That’s not true. We think ya’ll too good for us,” he said. You laughed and shook your head. You brought your hands up to your face.

Why was this shit so embarrassing? You were grown. You knew your worth. But in the back of your mind, you kept thinking that this was a set up. Any minute now, he was gonna take a picture or video and share it to social media and you were going to be laughed at forever. But that was irrational. You knew it was irrational.

“Move yo fuckin’ hands,” he said.

You lowered them and stared at him and his little tone. “Stop all that hiding shit.”

You blew out a breath. “It’s a habit,” you said.

“Yeah, well the shit stops tonight. Feel me?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, damn.”

Tyrone stood up and leaned over you. His fists were on either side of your head and you suddenly felt small compared to the size of him. “I’ma break you of that shit.” This close, his deep voice was amplified in the small room.

You were breathing too rapidly to ask more questions or what he was talking about. You had an idea but you couldn’t think past the look in his eyes. His eyes were narrow and though his lights were on, his eyes were two dark pools. You were drowning in them and you didn’t want to be saved.

He kissed you, chasing away any more thoughts. Then he kissed down your chest and belly again before planting his big nose against your sex and inhaling. “Fuck, you smell good,” he said. “Bet you taste good too.”

He stripped you of your panties and then blew a breath across your wet pussy. You jerked, back to being nervous. He didn’t say anything. He just ran his big tongue from your pussy to your clit. You gasped and ended on a moan as he did it a few more times.

“Fuhh,” you moaned. Had you known that getting eaten out felt this good, you would have done it a long time ago.

Tyrone gripped your thighs and hooked his arms around them. Then he latched onto your clit and started to devour you. He licked, sucked, and swirled his tongue around your clit. You jerked and tried to scoot away, but he held onto your thighs and wouldn’t let you get away.

You were soaking wet and his tongue only added to it. Your wetness and his spit dribbled down your ass cheeks and onto the bed. You were mildly embarrassed by that but he continued to eat you out and your embarrassment had its limits. Your concerns melted away as he licked and sucked away.

“Goddamn, you taste so fuckin’ good,” he said. He dived back into eating you out. He licked around your pussy and you started to stutter. “Oh, shit, wait,” you managed to squeak out. There was a pressure building low inside of you.

You had an orgasm before but it had been so long. Your breaths were little bursts of air in the room. You gripped onto his forearms and held on.

“I can’t…” you said. You wanted to move away and then orgasm. This seemed too intense, too big to do with his face in between your thighs. As if you were going to climax and burst into stardust.

“Mhm, let me taste it while you cum,” he said. His warm breath fanned over your pussy, drawing out another moan.

“Ty–” His lips descended on your pussy and started to flick your clit with his tongue. You cursed as the orgasm finally, blessedly tore through you. Your thighs twitched and you moved to close them, but Tyrone still held them rigid. He kept eating you out as your arousal pooled out of you.

When you were done with it, Tyrone kissed your thighs leaving wet spots behind. The bed under you was damp and starting to cool already. The bed dipped as Tyrone stood up and looked down at you with a satisfied grin.

“Felt good huh?”

You nodded and caught your breath. “Don’t get a big head,” you warned him. He waved you off as he undid his shorts and slipped it and his underwear off. His thick cock bobbed as it was set free and it was already leaking precum. A drop fell from the tip and disappeared.

You licked your lips as you watched. You wanted to taste him too. You wanted to suck him off and have him screaming your name. Have him moaning and throwing his head back. Your pussy contracted just thinking of making him feel just as good.

Tyrone stroked himself and chuckled. “As much as I want that sexy ass mouth on me, I wanna feel you cum on this dick,” he said.

He helped you sit up in bed and out of the giant wet spot you left behind. You stared at the dark spot against his blue sheets. You couldn't believe that all of that came from you. He pried your legs open and settled in between them. He positioned you how he wanted but also so that you were comfortable.

You had a big ass and that meant that you couldn’t lay down in the bed like others could. Your back was always lifted off of the mattress in some kind of way. He pushed a pillow under your back without you even having to say something.

He slapped his dick against your pussy. The wet slap was lewd and obscene. You brought your hands up to hide your face, but Tyrone grabbed your wrists and planted them against the bed. He kissed you until you melted under him once more.

When he was sure that you weren’t going to try and hide again, he moved his hand from your wrist. He lifted one of your legs and pushed it back until it was only slightly uncomfortable.

He poked you with his dick and you moved your hips, trying to line him up to enter you. He watched you struggle and grinned when you grew frustrated. He licked his thumb and started to play with your clit.

You stopped trying to get him inside you and relaxed into the pillows. “Oh, shit,” you said. He lined up his dick with your entrance and pushed in. Your hand flew to his stomach to stop him.

“Slow, remember? Slow,” you said. He was huge and it’d been a while for you, so as he pushed in, the slight burn only made you nervous.

“You gotta let me work it in, baby,” he said.

You nodded. He was right. You had to let him in but fuck. He was so big and you weren’t sure he was gonna fit. That had to be a thing right? Not being able to fit.

He only drew big circles around your clit and waited for you to stop tensing. He worked his hips back and forth trying to get inside of you. He pushed in a little more every time. He slipped on your wetness and went further, faster, and you bucked off of the bed with a silent scream. Your mouth had dropped open.

Tyrone moaned and rolled his head back towards the ceiling. “Goddamn. You so fuckin’ tight,” he whispered.

“Slow, slow!” Your brain was a real one, because it forced you to breathe when all you wanted to do was die. Tyrone stretched you out, further than you thought possible. You slapped at his stomach, arms, hands, as air returned to your lungs.

Tyrone only smirked down at your weak hits. “I gotta move, baby.” He slid out and back inside and you shrieked with pleasure. Your little squeals and moans were making Tyrone go faster. As if he had something to prove.

“Squeezin’ the shit outta my dick. Fuck. This my fuckin’ pussy.” His words were low and skipped over your nerve endings like a live wire. “This my fuckin’ pussy. It belong to me.”

You convulsed and contracted on his dick at his words. He felt it and groaned. “Yeah, that’s right. My fuckin’ pussy.”

Sweat dripped down from the crown of his head down his face. It slid down his neck and you licked your lips. You wanted to taste him. You sighed and tried to swallow your moans. You didn’t want to be too loud.

Tyrone switched up his angle, pushing your leg a little further back and a shrill moan escaped you. You bit your lip and Tyrone leaned down to kiss you. “Let me hear you, baby. Be good for me,” he said.

You nodded and let your moans fly. Fuck it. He felt so damn good inside of you. Like he was made to be there. Your wetness made him slip in and out easily now. He moved his hand from your leg and pulled down the cups of your bra so that you were exposed to him.

He sucked on your titties and continued to pound inside of you. “Fuck, Tyrone. Fuck. Wait,” you said. The duel sensations were too much for you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held on. Your hands played with his neck. You kissed his cheek and got sweat all over you. You licked your lips and licked the saltiness of him.

“Fuck, Tyrone.”

“I can’t fuckin’ wait. You feel too fuckin’ good. Where the fuck you been hiding this shit?” He asked.

He licked your neck, probably tasting your salty sweat as well. He bit down on your neck and you jerked. Your orgasm was swift and without mercy. You clamped down on his dick and he growled in your ear.

“Muthafucka,” he said. His voice was muffled in your neck. He stroked two more times before climaxing and releasing a fat load into you. You felt it fill you up. You should have been nervous about having sex without a condom. But you just wanted more. You hugged him to you as if you could mold yourself to him.

You moaned loudly, filling up the space with the sound of your voice. You didn’t worry for once. You didn’t worry about how you sounded or if you were doing it right. You didn’t worry about what he must be thinking. It was just your combined pleasure and the feeling of him buried deep inside of you.

His skin was on your skin. His hands were wrapped under you, squeezing your ass. Your nipples rubbed against his chest. Your nails dug into his back. It smelled like sex and his unique manliness.

He leaned up on one elbow so he wasn’t crushing you. He kissed you, slow and methodical like before. Like you were precious. Like he wanted to savor every once of your kisses like a chef at a new restaurant.

“Whose fuckin’ pussy is this?” He asked.

“Mine,” you said, feeling wicked and naughty.

He pushed into you, still rock hard and you gasped. “Fuck,” you moaned.

“I’m still fuckin’ full. I’ma keep going until you know whose pussy this is,”

You grinned evilly and kissed him. “I said it’s mine,” you said.

He chuckled and ran his tongue over your nipple. He started to move inside of you. His cum squelched as he started to fuck you again. He slid in and out even more easily and you took deep breaths.

“Naw. This shit belong to me.”

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chaosandstardust · 2 months

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so there's a lot, A LOT, I could say about James Somerton's apology, such as his avoiding discussing things like misinformation and his misogyny, his insane justification for his plagiarism (as a person who makes history content I often copy-paste things over into a word doc because I get tired of switching between tabs, and I have NEVER mistaken something for mine because the FONT is often different but also, even if the font is the same, I know my own writing style well enough to know when something isn't mine), the mentioning of his poor family background ("my dad is illiterate because he had to drop out when he was 7...you know, which is usually around the time that kids have already been taught how to read, RIGHT! I'M GOING WITH THAT!"), etc, etc, etc.

The thing I do want to talk about is his "filmmaking dreams". Mostly because as another Canadian filmmaker, his excuses are bullshit. If James Somerton actually wanted to be a filmmaker, to just make movies, he already would've made at least several shorts. And yes, it is completely possible. It would be difficult, and they probably wouldn't have been masterpieces, but it is absolutely possible. If his support system was as good as he says it was in Nova Scotia, if he had as many other creative minds around him, he would've been out shooting stuff. Hell, I've spent the last few months mapping out a new script, that I'm literally starting to shoot NEXT WEEK. If he wanted to make something, HE WOULD.

And even so, his justifications for continuing to change projects are also batshit. Let's say that I write a script in November, and I want to shoot in June, which is apparently the situation that he found himself in. That is about 7 - 8 months. That is plenty, PLENTY, of time to finish a script, find a crew, nail down some locations, secure some more funding, and cast. Plenty. This idea that he had to change because his film required a summer element and he had to change because of the weather is crazy to me.

Not only that, but there are plenty of film support groups in Canada, focused on producing Canadian content. For example, there's Telefilm, which will give you money, even match your crowdfunding up to a certain number, as well as plenty of other groups. If he had actually wanted to make movies, he would've been asking them for money. You know, groups who will LEGALLY hold you accountable if a film isn't made.

All of this to say is that James Somerton doesn't want to make movies. I doubt he gets any actual joy out of the process of creation at all. He wants to be admired. He wants the glitz and glam of being a filmmaker without doing any of the hard work. He's a lazy creator at the end of the day, and he will find any justification, ANY, to not do the work, whether it's stealing from other creators to "raise their voice" or switching projects again and again and again in an attempt to justify keeping the money that his fans gave him.

#james somerton #hbomberguy #filmmaking #filmmaker #god this gets me so heated

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padfootagain · 10 months

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How to Make Sport Fun

Hello! Here I come with a new request! This came from @thenerdysimp : “where reader and Ben is that cute gym-couple. Like they are working out for Shadow and bone or something and they are doing pull-ups together. (Like she has her legs around his waist while they are holding the bar together) When he is doing push-ups she is laying on the floor under him to give him a kiss every time he comes down and when she is doing sit-ups he is holding her feet to giver her a kiss every time she comes up. The cast is just teasing them about it all the time but they couldn’t care less😌

I just see Ben as a big simp😂”

I completely agree with you about Ben being a simp, he is an absolute softie like… zejzeijroiejrzijrezi!!!

(Also, know that I hate sport, and know nothing about working out, so sorry if some details don’t make sense, I had to google these things).

I hope you all like this fic! Please, tell me what you think about it.

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: Extreeeeeeme fluffiness!! Tooth-rotting fluff!! Just lots of disgustingly sweet cuteness!! It also got very very flirtatious for some reason, I don’t know why… *glances over at a picture of Ben working out* yeah, I know why…

Summary: You hate working out. Ben hates working out. Lucky for the two of you, like most things in life, it’s more fun when you do it with someone you love.

Word count: 3048

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Working out is (almost) never fun.

Muscles aching, sweat sticking to your skin, breathing hard like a bloody buffalo… All traces of sexiness gone for good. And the need to focus, the whole seriousness of it.

Many disadvantages in workouts, but then it keeps you healthy, so it’s not that bad. And it is needed for this role of yours you’re going to play in a couple of months in Shadow and Bone, so you don’t exactly have a choice.

And then… well, there’s the fact that your husband is training with you these days. And that brings a lot of fun to the whole exercise.

Goodbye to the stern sessions, the focused frowns. Instead, you’re getting a very goofy husband currently improvising a karaoke session in the empty training room rented by the studio for the cast and crew to use.

It’s early still, most people are still in bed, but that’s why you’ve come now. You and Ben have the room only for the two of you. You train with a coach as well, but only twice a week, the rest of your sessions are spent laughing at your husband’s silly choreographies more than actually working out.

Although… that’s not exactly true. After all, laughing does train your abs. That’s why your stomach is painful right now…

“IIIIII WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY!” Ben is singing at the top of his lungs next to you while dancing, bringing out his most ridiculous moves on purpose just to make you laugh.

He sings along with the radio, turning fully to you for the next verse.

“IIIII WANNA FEEL THE HEAT FOR SOMEBODY!” he points at you as he sings, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he insists on the word ‘heat’, making you double with laughter.

He can’t go on as you lean on him for support, laughing too much to stay upright. His laughter soon joins yours.

“Are you laughing at my singing?” he asks, faking outrage, still struggling to speak.

You shake your head, unable to speak at all. You choke on your laughter, making his grin double in size and a wave of giggles bubble on his lips.

“I wouldn’t dare,” you finally answer.

You brush your tears away, and he does the same.

“I love you,” you sigh, holding your painful stomach. “You’re such an idiot.”

“And now you’re insulting the artist…”

He gives you a dramatic pout, puppy eyes and a theatrical sniffle for good measure. You giggle at him, but it works all the same, his evil plan. Because now you’re wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to kiss his lips, the radio still blurting the old hit song.

“Awwww, poor Benjamin…”

“Don’t call me that!” he protests, but he lets you kiss his cheek anyway, his beard tickling your skin. “I hate it!”

“What should I call you then? Thomas?”

He lets out a disgusted growl.

“Barnes?”

“Oh, stop it! Call me a real name?”

“A real name?”

“What you usually call me.”

“What do I call you again? I don’t remember…”

He rolls his eyes, pouting again.

“You’re so mean!” he complains.

You giggle into his beard, but give in anyway.

“Aww, my sweetheart!”

“Better…”

“My love.”

“Hmmm…”

“My darling.”

“Keep going…”

“Baby.”

“Yes?”

“My husband. My man. Handsome. Lovely. Honey…”

“Yeah, these are very good,” he nods in approval, before leaning in to kiss you, passionate and yet tender still.

When he moves his lips to your neck, you gently push him away, shaking your head.

“Oh, I see what you’re trying to do here, mister!” you warn him. “And you’re not getting away with it!”

“Getting away with what?” he asks back, faking innocence, but he’s got this mischievous glint in his eyes and smile, and you’re not fooled.

You wave a finger at him.

“Do not distract me with your charm and your kisses! You’re due for some pull-ups.”

“You think I’m charming?” he shoots you a flirtatious smile, and you roll your eyes despite the heat that spreads across your whole body because of how his voice is deeper than usual, sulkier, huskier…

“Why do you think I’ve married you?”

“My money?”

“I wish. It would have caused me less trouble. I wouldn’t be here sweating my ass off if I did. I’d be drinking cocktails by a disgustingly expensive pool then, like any real gold digger.”

“’Sweating your ass off?’ Can you be less romantic?”

“I can’t. But, my love…”

“Hmm?”

“Pull-ups!”

He groans, mumbling something about his tyrant of a wife, but walks over to the bars anyway.

“Come on, get to work,” you tease him some more, just for good measure, landing a playful slap on his butt that makes him chuckle. “These muscles of yours won’t grow by themselves.”

“Are you saying that that’s what you want? More muscles? I didn’t know you did. Want me to sign you up at the bodybuilder fan club?”

“Our director wants you to grow some muscles. Me? I mean… I don’t mind the muscles. But your pretty eyes are enough to woo me.”

He grins at that, bright and genuine, before dropping a sweet peck to your lips. Your cheeks hurt a little after smiling so much.

“Part of my charms, I’m sure,” he jokes, but you nod in all seriousness.

“Absolutely. You have very pretty eyes.”

“Well, thank you. But they aren’t as pretty as yours, my love.”

“Sweet-talking your way out of training, I see…”

“I’m not!” he defends himself, and as to prove a point, he stands under the bar, getting ready.

“Come on! You can do it!” you encourage him, and he winks at you before getting to work.

Yes, these sessions with your goofy husband are a laugh. But then again, you can’t deny that he’s redefining other disadvantages of these sessions too…

You mentioned the loss of sexiness? That doesn’t seem to apply to your husband. Not at all. Quite the opposite.

You struggle a little to swallow as you stare at Ben, pulling up his weight until his chin goes all the way above the steel bar. Muscles flexing, tensing, bulging under his black t-shirt. His face strained by the effort, and the veins on his forehead and his neck pulsing as he struggles. His cheeks have reddened, and he heaves a loud breath at the next climb. He’s sweaty, beads rolling down the side of his face, but you find that sexy. You’ve stopped encouraging him altogether, merely admiring your husband. You can’t find anything to say at all, anyway. Your brain has stopped functioning as soon as your eyes have landed on his tensed biceps, pale skin glimmering with the thin layer of sweat under the white neon lights…

Only when you hear him letting out a grunt, and that he remains suspended above the ground but not moving up anymore do you finally bring yourself back to earth.

“Come on! You can do one more!” you encourage him.

“How many did I do?”

“Huh…”

“You counted, right?”

“Yes…?”

“What were you doing, then?”

He’s still out of breath, voice a little strained because of the effort, and you decide to definitely scratch that argument against training.

It can definitely be hot…

“Come on, I lost count, but you can do one more!”

But Ben shakes his head.

“Too tired.”

He’s about to let go, but you press him on.

“Come on! One more! For me!”

He grunts.

“Why do you want to torture me so much anyway?” he asks, clearly annoyed.

“Honestly?”

“Yes…” he answers, raising up an eyebrow, surprised by your tone.

“Your biceps look amazing when you do pull-ups. It’s super hot.”

He explodes with laughter, and has to let go of the bar, laughing too hard.

“What?” you ask, amused and trying to shy away.

But Ben shakes his head.

“I’m sweaty and disgusting right now,” he argues, but you shake your head.

And there’s something terribly hungry in your eyes, even if you try to hide it. It makes him grow serious in the blink of an eye, while his heart misses a few beats.

Damn, you’re really something else…

“I think you look hot,” you answer earnestly.

He shakes his head, still amused, but grabs the bar again anyway.

“Yes! Go on! Go on!” you cheer on, your eyes glued to his arms as he pulls himself up above the bar.

He lets go, exhausted, as soon as he is done. He rubs the painful muscle of his right arm with a small wince.

“I hate you,” he claims as you approach.

“Awww, my poor baby.”

Your fingers replace his as you massage his weary arm, and he heaves a relieved sigh at the feeling. Soon, a playful smirk is back on his lips.

“So… sexy enough for you?” he asks with a wink.

“Not bad,” you answer, but the grin on your lips betrays your thoughts.

“The other arm is very painful too, you know?”

“Fishing for attention, now?”

“Only massages for my sore muscles.”

“Oh… well, I wanted to give you a kiss, but as you just need some massage…”

“I won’t pass on a kiss, though.”

“Too late! Lost your chance.”

But the next second, he’s wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close as you rest your hands on his upper arms, still rubbing his skin.

“Never too late for a kiss,” he grins, leaning in and kissing you for a rather long while.

“You’re sweaty,” you point out after he finally frees you from his tight embrace.

“And? Disgusting?”

“Weirdly enough, not really.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“Sexy?”

“Rather, yes.”

“You have to stop all this… flirtation. Innuendo. Temptation… or we’ll never finish our training session.”

You laugh at that, replacing Ben under the bar to do pull-ups too. He helps you by holding your legs for the last couple of tractions, and rewards you with some water and a couple of pecks in your hair.

“You’re sweaty too,” it’s his turn to point it out.

“And? Disgusting?” you ask, playing a long.

“Not gonna lie… it’s kinda gross.”

You swat him playfully on the shoulder, both of you laughing at the teasing.

“I’m obviously kidding. You are always gorgeous,” he corrects himself, and you roll your eyes.

“Sweet-talking your way out of trouble, as always…”

“Absolutely not. Just stating facts. We should do sit-ups now, let our arms rest a bit before we do push-ups.”

You nod in agreement, putting your bottle away.

You hold Ben’s feet when he lies down, knees bent. When he sits up, his face coming to your level again, you lean to press a kiss to his lips, making him giggle in surprise.

You’re too adorable, he can’t help it. Because he can’t say he enjoys this kind of workout sessions, but you make them unbearably more fun…

“Nice reward,” he grins, stealing another kiss before lying back down.

“I think so too. You’ll have to give me those too…” you’re interrupted by his lips as he comes up again, “…when it’s my turn.”

“Deal,” he smiles, pecking your lips once more.

And he does. Once it’s your time to get to work, he gives you kisses every time. You do a few more just to steal kisses, and he notices, but he doesn’t complain.

You’re the one to start with the push-ups next, and Ben would be lying if he claimed to have kept a perfect count throughout the exercise. Because he didn’t think seeing you sweaty and huffing and exhausted could look sexy… outside of a bedroom, that is. But it is, one thousand percent. And he kind of gets why you wanted to see one more pull-up before. Because now your muscles are flexing, and your hair clings to your temples, and you have that determined look on your face he finds absolutely endearing…

“How many do I have left?” you ask, struggling to breathe, your forearms shaking slightly as you hold yourself up.

“Two,” he claims, giving a random number as his brain has stopped functioning long minutes ago.

“Right…”

He counts with you to cheer you up, and he can’t help but laugh when you let yourself crash on the mat when you’re done.

You let out a dramatic moan, making his laughter double.

“Poor baby!” he coos, kneeling next to you and running his fingers through your hair. “Come on, my turn, and then we’re done for today.”

You turn your head towards him, just enough to look at him.

“Can we get a coffee afterwards?” you ask in a shy tone.

“Sure, I’ll get you coffee,” Ben nods, smiling, voice tender.

“And my shoulders hurt a lot,” you complain in a baby voice.

“Awww…”

“Can I get a massage afterwards?”

“Yes, you can.”

“And a shower with you?”

“Yes, we can take a shower together.”

“And sex in the shower?”

He explods with laughter, while you chuckle, a mischievous smile on your lips.

“You’re unbelievable,” he answers with fondness, shaking his head.

“Is that a yes?”

“Undoubtedly. Have I ever said no to that kind of offer?”

“Don’t know… seeing me like this could kill my sex-appeal for good.”

“Actually, you doing these push-ups was rather hot.”

“Really?”

He nods, standing again.

“Come on! My turn! Hurry up, we have many things to do after this. And some I’m very excited about.”

There’s flirt in his crooked smile, it oozes charms and his voice grows huskier as he speaks. You can’t help the way your heart skips a beat.

But you don’t move just yet, groaning at your painful muscles.

Ben chuckles, standing over you, his arms crossed before his chest.

“I do have a very nice view of your ass from up here, so I can’t say that I’m willing to complain about you lying down like this a little longer… but you have to move if you want this session to end.”

You smile while Ben bends to pinch your thigh through your leggings, making you squeal and let out a bright wave of laughter.

“I knew you loved my arse,” you answer proudly, wriggling happily on the floor as you turn to lay on your back.

Ben rolls his eyes.

“I do tell you every single day how beautiful you are, my darling,” he reminds you, shaking his head with a tender smile.

“You do,” you nod, your smile matching his. “But it never gets old.”

“Why do you think I married you in the first place?”

“My money?”

“I wish. It would have gotten me in less trouble than your pretty arse.”

“When did I get you into trouble?”

“Every single day since we met.”

“Fair enough…”

You laugh, and finally sit up, until an idea crosses your mind, and you choose to lie back down.

You have a mischievous on your lips, and Ben looks at you warily.

“I’ve got an idea!”

“Hmm… and a terrible one, judging by that smirk on your face. What did I just say about trouble, again?”

“Come on! In position!” you order, ignoring him. “You’re gonna do your push-ups above me.”

His eyes grow round.

“What?”

“Come on! In position!”

He hesitates for a second, but he’s too used to your antics to argue. He knows you’ll end up convincing him anyway, so he rolls his eyes again, for good measure, but complies. He holds himself up above you.

“Like that?” he asks, frowning a little.

But you nod.

“Now, do a push-up!”

“I’m going to crush you, darling,” he argues, an amused smile on his lips.

“Of course not! Come on! Do a push-up!”

“It won’t work…”

“Stop arguing! And do it! Trust me!”

“You? You’re a mischief maker, I don’t trust you one bit.”

“Ouch, that hurts! To your own wife!”

“You heard me.”

But he bends down anyway, bringing his body against you, and as you kiss him when he gets down, right before he would pull himself up again. He chuckles, struggling to keep his balance as his body shakes with laughter, and you soon join him.

“So, that was your evil plan, huh?” he asks, still laughing.

“Devilish, right?”

“Outrageously so!”

“Good plan, huh?”

“Great plan. Might want to test it again.”

“Please, do.”

And he does, leaning down to reach your lips before pulling up. He has a precise number to follow for his routine, but he’s lost count, too busy staring at your beautiful eyes, and longing for your lips everytime he has to pull away, and his muscles are sore anyway, and he’s tired, and he just wants you close…

You let out a surprised huffing noise when he lets himself fall on top of you, before you both explode with laughter.

“Now, you’re crushing me, lovely!”

He lets out a dramatic grunt, shifting to get more comfortable, resting his cheek on your chest. You merely chuckle in response, holding him close.

“That was a good session.”

He hums in agreement, holding you tight.

“Yeah… I’m very sweaty and very sore. Apparently, it’s a good sign.”

“Undoubtedly.”

“It was fun though. You make these things fun.”

“Yeah, you do too.”

“What time is it? I could easily take a nap like this.”

“No idea. But you can’t fall asleep, you’ve promised me lots of things after the gym!”

“Really? I have no memory of that whatsoever.”

“You’ve promised some coffee…”

“Hmm…”

“Some massage…”

“Ha, did I?”

“You did. And also some sex.”

“Ha, yes,” he looks up at you at that, mischief back on his ridiculously handsome features. “In the shower, I think…”

“Yes, precisely.”

“Well, can’t keep my wife waiting for that.”

“You can’t indeed.”

You’re about to kiss when you hear the door of the gym open, and you turn to find Freddy, Calahan and Patrick staring at you with wide-eyes.

“We were doing push-ups,” you explain with a grin, but even Ben laughs at that.

Freddy puts down his bottle on a bench while you and Ben get back to your feet.

“I swear, if you’ve done anything sexual in this room, I will channel my inner Crow to kill you both.”

But as a response, you merely laugh, wishing for your three colleagues a good training session, while you gather your things and head for home.

Busy schedule ahead, after all…

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i-try-to-write-stuff · 8 months

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Hiya mate again, this is the other user the requested for Tony, Stephen and Loki's fics. Well I do have other requests but let me ask this since I know you make Shelby fics you might make this aswell.

1# Dark!Cillian Murphy x Reader

Let me just say how it should start. Let's say that the Reader is an Actress that was casted for Oppenheimer (Or you can choose the movie/film). Cillian showed signs that he hates the reader but secretly loves her and because of the hate signs, the reader thinks he actually hates her and uhh just continues this fake rivarly then one day Cillian just asks the reader to come to the backstage in after hours (after work) and then maybe confront her about how much he loves her and after the reader refuses and declines his offer multiple times he ends up drugging and kidnapping the reader.

Sorry I explained the plot too much.

Thanks mate.

Okay...I may have gotten carried away and wrote a small blurb. Let me know if you guys want to see more of this.

There were no warning signs, nothing that could show your co-star’s obsessive feelings. His aloofness and borderline rudeness should have bothered you, and it did for a while, but you eventually got over it. You were a total boss, keeping your cool and staying polite with your head held high, knowing there wasn't any other way to handle it. We all know that Hollywood unfairly favors men. They can act badly with no repercussions, while women get scrutinized for the tiniest slip-ups. You did not let your negative feelings show and stay friendly with your co-stars and crew, even when they left you out of things. You knew that any drama could mess up your career at the peak of your fame. Luckily, your cast-mates made an effort to include you without upsetting Cillian. You actively avoided Cillian in get-togethers and parties because you didn't want to worsen your strained professional relationship. Since he was the lead actor and Nolan's top pick, and you were playing a supporting role, you could be easily replaced. Even though you didn't care, getting fired from a movie isn't a good look for any actor, let alone you…

Finally, after months of rehearsals, shooting, and re-shooting, the movie was done. The heavy weight on your chest lifted as you realized you were finally going home after what felt like an eternity. Nolan threw a party to thank everyone for their hard work, but let's just say you were eager to leave without being rude.

You were chatting with John David Washington and D’Arcy Carden about future projects.

Any plans now that the movie's wrapped up?”, John asked you as he took a sip of whiskey.

“I get to go home for a bit and then it's press tour time for MI,” you said excitedly.

“Oh God, press tours can be so monotonous, day in and day out, answering the same questions just in different ways.” D’Arcy sympathised.

“What could be so draining D’Arcy?” Nolan asked as he joined you along with a few other of your cast mates, including the one and only diva Cillian. You stiffened but were relieved by the buffer of people around you.

“We were just discussing what’s next for Y/N, she has a press tour coming up in a few weeks,” D’Arcy explained to the newcomers. Nolan chuckled.

“Yeah, press tours can be exhausting, but I'm still excited. I'm pumped to see Tarzan, Noah, and Zendaya! We've been so caught up with our projects that we haven't talked.” You blurt out cheerfully.

When your cast mates saw you all giddy, their smiles widened except for Cillian’s. He tightened his grip around his beer bottle, furious that you were so excited about meeting up with your friends. He wanted to be at the receiving end of that joy, that excitement, that anticipation.

“I expect the same level of excitement for the press tour for our movie.” John laughed.

“Not the same level, John, at least double the amount of excitement.” Nolan teased you.

“Well, we all have to wait and watch,” D’Arcy added.

“I promise to turn my excite-o-meter and charm to the fullest.” You jokingly promised as you side-hugged John, not noticing a set of clear blue eyes filled with rage.

Wheels were turning in Cillian’s brain. He would not let you slip out so easily, not without a fight. You were his, you just know it yet. And he was going to have to make you see that.

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teecupangel · 3 months

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What do you call a cowboy Ezio? Spaghetti western. Spaghetti” Westerns are a subgenre of Westerns whose name references the circumstances and location of their filming. Generally, a Spaghetti Western is a low-budget film produced by Italian directors (hence the “spaghetti” connection) and filmed in Europe, primarily in Almería and the Tabernas Desert.Feb 18, 2022.

Being in a Spaghetti Western makes me think of an actor AU where Ezio is a popular actor in Italy who gets the part of a major character in a Spaghetti Western movie. The main draw of the film is, of course, the leading man who goes by the name “Connor” (real name is kept a secret because he likes his privacy).

The film is a revenge story of a man who lost his tribe (including his mother), burned to the ground by a certain group for nefarious means and he hunts them down one by one.

Ezio plays the main character’s final target, the “Sheriff Jack O’Leary”, the leader of the group.

The twist of the story is that Ezio’s and Connor’s characters are actually father and son.

The bigger twist is that Ezio’s character didn’t even sign off on the burning of the village, his group did that on the orders of a high ranking politician that was helping the main character is finding this group.

A tale of betrayal and revenge with a downer ending of the main character killing his father because they could not find a middle ground.

Ezio was having fun. He was Italy’s darling, known for playing handsome charming men that women (and men) swooned over. So to play what could be considered as the main villain (or the secondary main villain to the politician pretending to be good) was good for him.

Along the way, he gets close to the cast and crew, even becoming something akin to an older brother to the leading man (who finally tells him his real name is Ratonhnhaké:ton and he chose the name ‘Connor’ as a tribute to a senior of his that supported and encouraged him when he was doing theater before).

Unorganized Notes:

Leonardo is the set director and he’s super passionate about it. He’s a big fan of western movies and an even bigger fan of sci fi movies.

Machiavelli is the director and he’s quite the perfectionist. On the other hand, he had worked with Ezio before and they get along.

Federico works as Ezio’s agent and PA in one, mostly because he’s worried about his little brother and also because he doesn’t want to become the next CEO of the Auditore Bank. Claudia can have that.

Ratonhnhaké:ton’s agent is a man only known as “Mr. Cormac”. He’s also Ratonhnhaké:ton’s bodyguard and Ratonhnhaké:ton admitted to Ezio later on that his father was the one who employed “Mr. Cormac”. “To keep an eye on you?” “To make up for the decades of parental neglect he believes he committed even though he didn’t even know I existed back then.”

The script is written by Altaïr under the pseudonym Philip S. He’s a well known scriptwriter who churn up lots of scripts a year and just give them to whoever wants them. No one has ever seen his face. Whenever he has to get an award for his script or asks for a meeting, some poor guy named Desmond Miles would appear, apologize for his boss’ rude behaviors and then just do whatever was needed. Some rumors say Philip S is a woman and that’s why they don’t want to make an appearance. No. Altaïr just don’t want to mingle with people he doesn’t know or even like. He just likes to write. Desmond is actually his secretary/live-in houseworker who got the job because no one else could stay as Altaïr’s houseworker long enough to learn Altaïr was also a writer. The pay is good, Desmond doesn’t need to pay for bills since he lives in Altaïr’s house and sometimes Altaïr’s hot childhood friend visits to make sure Altaïr hasn’t died yet (his words, not Desmond’s) so the view is nice.

Haytham Kenway may or may not be producing the film under one of his shell companies. No one is really sure what the Kenway family does but it’s Hollywood during the mid 60s so… it’s shady af.

Kaniehtí:io is alive and is supportive of her son’s rising popularity while being worried about him. She and Haytham never married and she never actually told him about Ratonhnhaké:ton. Haytham only learned about him after Ratonhnhaké:ton became a movie star.

Yes, Ratonhnhaké:ton started in theater (as a child actor) and Connor Davenport took him in as his ‘protege’. Connor Davenport, unfortunately, died (Hollywood drama)

#connor is used in the narration because that’s ratonhnhaké:ton’s stage name #the name of ezio’s character is based on the names of characters’ adrian hough played #i'm sorry nonny if you wanted an actual western au with ezio #if i did that it'll probably be like rdr or rdr2 lol #let me know if you want that though and i'll write an idea XD #assassin's creed #ezio auditore #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #altaïr ibn la'ahad #desmond miles #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #leonardo da vinci #niccolo machiavelli #haytham kenway

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reasonsmandy · 10 months

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More Single Than Ever

Will Harrison x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — Ugh, I'm in love with your writing! Could you write another Will fic with prompt #24 and #4. I was thinking they could be secretly dating on the daisy set and the rest of the cast finds out? Thanks!!!

✧.* summary — You were terrible at lying to your close friends, and lying too far leads to misunderstanding.

✧.* warnings — none

✧.* word count — 2.3k

✧.* ❤️‍🔥 — Will's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — Hi my loves, I'm back. How are you? I missed you guys 🫶🏾

You allowed yourself to get lost in his arms for a few more seconds, despite the muffled voices calling you from afar. Your eyes remained closed, as if hoping to slow down time, but his kisses on your shoulder brought you back to reality. Snuggling deeper into his embrace, you mumbled in complaint.

"Come on, pretty girl, it's time to get back to work," he whispered close to your ear, peppering your shoulder and neck with occasional kisses.

"I don't want to," you groaned, clinging tighter to his body. "If we leave now, I won't be able to see you until later, and I can never get close to you when we're around them."

"I know, I know, but we have to work," he chuckled, and you opened your eyes to find his beautiful clear eyes admiring you.

You and Will had shared an immediate connection during the recording of Daisy Jones and the Six. From the first meeting to script reading, there was something that pulled you both together, and every look carried a hidden curiosity that evolved into desire with each filming and work day. Eventually, during Josh's birthday celebration, you decided to go out together and had an intimate conversation that revealed the growing connection between you.

While you had much in common, you also had plenty to learn from each other, and that was what you loved. Will always had a way of making you feel seen and unique, amidst a sea of people. It didn't take long for your connection to deepen, and after a few months, you entered into a relationship.

However, knowing the potential consequences for the cast and the series itself, you chose to keep your relationship hidden. Passion, though, has a way of blinding and leaving you vulnerable and craving the unexpected.

All you wanted was more and more moments together—each other's touch, affection, the comfort of each other's voices, laughter, and the support reflected in each other's eyes. You longed for one another. So, when the staff interrupted the safety of that moment in the trailer, calling for you, it was frustrating, to say the least.

"Fine!" you sighed, sitting up and adjusting your costume. "What scene are you shooting now?"

"I have a scene with Seb and Josh, if I'm not mistaken," he replied, flipping through the script in his hand and then nodding. "Yeah, and after that, I'll meet up with you guys to record more late-night scenes."

You offered a small smile, leaning in to seal your lips in a gentle kiss. He placed his hand on your waist, his fingers squeezing as if confirming that you were there, that you were real. It made you smile between his lips.

Resting his forehead against yours, he began to laugh, causing you to frown. Opening your eyes to understand the cause of your boyfriend's amusement, you asked, "What are you laughing at?" Unable to help yourself, you smiled upon hearing his laughter.

His expression grew serious, his eyes seeming to decipher your soul as he gazed deep into your eyes with pride and admiration.

"I'm in love with every little thing about you," he confessed with a broader smile, capturing another kiss. "I think I need therapy," he added playfully, making you lightly smack his chest while rolling your eyes.

…

Lights illuminated the space, casting a warm glow over the area. Cameras were being adjusted, and the crew bustled around, meticulously arranging the equipment for the next scene. You found solace in the midst of this controlled chaos, seeking a moment of respite with Riley and Nabiyah.

Leaning against a prop table, you couldn't help but wear a silly grin on your face. The girls noticed your amusement and exchanged curious glances. It wasn't just today that your silly smiles and meaningless sighs were the topic of conversation between the two, they theorized among themselves what it could be, or rather, who it could be.

Riley, with her trademark mischievous smile, approached you. "Alright, spill it, girl. What's got you grinning like the Cheshire Cat amidst all this madness?"

Nabiyah joined in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Yeah, spill the tea! Are we talking about someone special here?"

You glanced around the set, taking in the bustling atmosphere, before meeting their gaze. "Well, you know how it is. In the midst of this whirlwind, it's easy to find a reason to smile."

Riley arched an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her lips. "Come on now, don't need to lie to us. We all need a little romance to escape the chaos."

Nabiyah nodded, her enthusiasm evident. "Absolutely! So, tell us, any juicy love stories or secret crushes?"

You chuckled, aware of the delicate truth that needed protection. "Sorry to burst your bubble, ladies. My love life is practically non-existent. No exciting escapades, no secret admirers. Just me, my work, and a whole lot of solitude. I'm more single than ever."

You try to hide the grimace that is reluctant to appear on your face, you know that you exaggerated, but you suck at lying so better leave it than fix it.

Riley's smirk didn't waver, her eyes filled with playful skepticism. "Hmm, I'm not convinced. There's something about that sparkle in your eyes. You can't fool us that easily."

You let out a laugh, hoping to divert their attention. "Oh, you know how it is. Maybe I've just stumbled upon a new favorite book or discovered a fantastic playlist. Life's little pleasures, you know?"

You hear careful footsteps behind you, there beside you several people from the staff were working to speed up the process of the scene. But you didn't notice the figure of Sebastian who passed between them and had overheard the conversation.

Nabiyah leaned in, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Books and music, huh? I have a feeling there's more to the story. But don't worry, our lips are sealed. We won't pry."

You breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for their understanding. "Thanks, guys. You know I appreciate your support. If there's ever anything worth sharing, you'll be the first to know."

Riley winked, a conspiratorial air in her tone. "Good to hear. We'll keep our detective hats on just in case."

Nabiyah chimed in, her voice filled with warmth. "Remember, we're here for you, no matter what. Single, taken, or in the midst of a mysterious whirlwind romance."

You smiled gratefully, cherishing their friendship and camaraderie. "Thanks, guys. It means a lot."

And with that, the three of you prepared to return to the scene, carrying the secret of your hidden romance amidst the buzzing energy of the set. You guys had sensational chemistry as a cast, that was no doubt for anyone, so it didn't take long for you to embody your characters and bring the pages of Taylor Jenkins Reid to life.

Sebastian walked back to the set where his scenes were going to be recorded, he thought about what he had overheard trying to understand the context of the matter. He chuckles as he remembers the way Riley and Nabiyah seemed curious about their relationship status, distractedly he captures Josh and Will's attention when he giggles.

"What's so funny?" Josh asks, drinking some of the water in his bottle.

Chacon shrugs, taking the chair marked Warren. "I just heard Riley and Nabiyah interrogating Y/N, poor girl." He chuckles again, the mention of your name catching Will's attention, who turns to pay attention to the conversation.

"What do you mean?" Harrison asks, Josh notices her sudden curiosity and opens a smirk on his lips.

"Apparently she walks around with goofy smiles on her face, the girls are theorizing if she's seeing anyone." Chacon explains, adjusting his sunglasses on his face.

"I had that impression too, she's happier, with a passionate look, you know." Josh points in the conversation, watching Will's face from the corner of his eye for his reaction.

"What did she say?" Will had a small smile on his face, trying to hide how glad he was to hear about it.

Sam approaches them, his long hair falling over his face every now and then, Sebastian repeats the subject so he understands what they were talking about.

"She said she's singler than ever." Chacon shrugs as he positions himself behind the drums, Will frowns feeling an unease rise within him. "I think our impressions were wrong."

Sebastian's words lingered in the air, leaving Will with a mix of curiosity and unease. His mind raced, trying to make sense of what he had just heard. He couldn't help but wonder why you had claimed to be single during the conversation Sebastian had overheard.

As Josh and Sam engaged in playful banter with Sebastian, Will's attention drifted, his thoughts consumed by the revelation. He pondered the context of your words, searching for an explanation that would put his racing thoughts at ease. Why would you say that you were single? Was there something he had missed? The possibility of misunderstandings weighed heavily on his mind.

The rest of the recording session carried on, but Will found it difficult to concentrate. He couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he needed to understand the full context of your conversation with Riley and Nabiyah. Each passing moment intensified his curiosity, prompting him to listen attentively to their lines and interactions, hoping for any clue that would shed light on your puzzling statement.

As the scenes unfolded and the dialogue played out, Will observed your performance with heightened sensitivity. He studied the way you delivered your lines, the subtle glances, and the nuances of your character's emotions. He searched for any hidden meanings, any signs that might reveal the truth behind your words.

With each passing take, Will became increasingly thoughtful, his mind consumed by the need to uncover the real intent behind your claim of being single. He wondered if it was a deliberate act to protect your relationship, or if there was something more complex and personal behind it.

In the midst of the recording, he stole occasional glances at you, searching for any hints of hidden emotions or inner conflicts that might explain your words. He marveled at your talent, your ability to immerse yourself in the character and captivate the audience. But beneath the surface, he yearned to understand the intricacies of your heart and mind.

When his thoughts are no longer quiet, he takes advantage of a quieter moment to pull you aside. You were distracted reading the next day's script, memorizing as much as you could, when he grabs your waist and pulls you into a darker place between the recording equipment.

"My God baby you scared the shit out of me!" You say resting your forehead on his chest, he laughs softly as you try to control the fast beating of your heart.

"What's this talk about you saying you're single to everyone?" His voice was husky, his timbre was low and sent chills through your entire body. His clear eyes captured you in his gaze, you frowned trying to understand what he was talking about. "Sebastian overheard your conversation with Riley and Nabiyah, it definitely made me curious."

"I thought we agreed to keep things a secret." You speak in the same tone of voice as him, you knew him like the back of your hand, you knew he was kidding you. "What made you change your mind?"

"You know you're mine, don't you?" He kisses your lips fondly, you smile in between. "In a cute way, I mean, I really like you Y/N." His statement makes butterflies dance in your stomach.

A whisper escaped your lips, barely audible but brimming with sincerity. "I really like you too." Leaning in, you placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose, eliciting a heartwarming smile from him. A mischievous thought crossed your mind as you playfully teased him.

"I guess I just wish I could have a name for this thing that we have." He continues, your eyes widened in mock surprise, by his response.

"Is this your way of calling me to make things official?" You ask, in a low voice.

Will shook his head, his laughter filling the air. He admired your playful nature, appreciating the various ways you teased and challenged him. "Yes, Y/N, that's it," he said with a broad smile on his face. "Be my girlfriend."

The words washed over you, and a surge of warmth engulfed your heart. A genuine smile spread across your face as you replied, "I'd love that very much."

As the happiness settled within you, Will leaned in to capture your lips once more in a sweet and affectionate kiss. Lost in the moment, the world around you seemed to fade away, any moment where his hands held you was synonymous with home for you.

Unbeknownst to both of you, Sebastian and Nabiyah had finished their scene on another set and were making their way back to where you and Will were. They exchanged knowing glances as they approached, a twinkle of mischief in their eyes.

Sebastian's playful voice rang out, "Well, well, what do we have here? Caught in the act, I see."

Startled, you and Will quickly pulled away, your cheeks flushing with a delightful mix of embarrassment and happiness. Nabiyah joined in the playful banter, a wide grin on her face.

"Don't mind us, lovebirds," she teased, nudging Sebastian lightly. "For someone who was more single than ever, you changed your mind very quickly huh "

You roll your eyes a little embarrassed, hiding her face in Will's chest. He pulls you closer to him, kissing the top of your head, "I'm good company to change her mind." He says.

"I can imagine." Sebastian blows air kisses teasing the two of you, "Y/N and Will, sitting in a tree…"

"Alright alright." You say trying to calm Chacon who leaves laughing along with Nabiyah.

"More single than ever..." Will repeats your words in a thinner voice, trying to mock you.

"You're not going to forget this anytime soon, are you?" You roll your eyes, and he hugs you, tickling and kissing your neck.

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hello, tarot red here. i did a reading about how R’s career will be in the future.

i see a good future for R. R has a lot of passion for what she does and this won’t be ignored. if she doesn’t have projects or casting announcements coming up soon it’s because she’s being careful and picky with the projects she will be involved with. i think bad experiences made her a little more cautious when it comes to picking projects. she will pick what is best for her and for her career obviously. i think she will be admired and rewarded. i see her having options or more than one path, so she can try launching a music career or broadway. but i see her expanding herself a lot and not getting stuck just with acting. i think she’s easy to work with and crew, directors have a good feeling about her, it’s very enjoyable to work with her. i can see her maturing a lot this can be about her personality and related to the projects she picks maybe trying a different route perhaps a darker film, horror, indie films. she won’t get stuck or type casted. i see her trying every genre she can. i can see her making good friends and having people really supportive of her career (i see a masculine person, really guiding her and helping her, this can be a cast mate or director, but they most likely have power and connections). i think hate and bad criticism is something she will always face, it reminds a bit of Taylor Swift like people hated her first, they love her later and hated her again. i think it’s because R seems to work a lot with her masculine energy, like she’s a boss when it comes to her career and isn’t scared to stand her ground so some people won’t like this (this can be about people she works with, men? probably, but also the public). people feel intimidated by her in a certain way so she perhaps will go hermit mode, this can be not being very public and keeping her privacy or just choosing carefully her close friends. for now i think R is not feeling sure of herself and she blames herself a lot for the hate she receives (she takes it very personal) with time she will learn how to ignore the haters and bad comments because everything affects her and her confidence. i think that R also has potential to direct, produce or create movies, she has a lot of love for films.

she has to be careful with her actions and words because everything she does it doesn’t matter if it’s small creates a lot of talk. so her future career can be controversial, but i think this is more related to her words. i also see that with time she will definitely gain support of some people that hated her because i don’t see her having bad attitude or being a diva, she’s sometimes too much for some people (they’re boring lol). R has a lot of potential to manifest things into her life so a lot of roles she will get are definitely what she dreamed of. another thing to be careful is choosing her partners (romantically) and friends, a lot of people will try to tied her down and i think she’s a person that sacrifices herself for her loved ones, this certain trait is quite negative since her career can be stagnant when there’s a lot of potential and opportunities.

this what i see about her career i hope it makes sense lol. i will send a reading about T’s future career later.

A reading on T’s career should be easy 🤭

I hope this all true! I don’t see it happening until SW though. Maybe she’s auditioning for roles now? Or is looking to do Broadway next? Either away, we need her in a serious project soon. I want her booked and BUSY.

Thanks for the reading, Red! You always drop these at a great time.

#my answers #tarot red

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As someone at 27 y/o bi leaning towards women.. who’s born in a country that doesn’t support lgbt rights and also in the closet because of homophobic dad/relatives, im honestly so upset by this. The only way I can live my truth is to live vicariously through the wlw media that I consume and it fuckin hurts. It’s heartbreaking that even just being who I am is impossible and the only way I can is being ripped away from me. I don’t know how much more I can take, especially during pride month

Oof, I get you, anon. When it's your only outlet to something that for others can manifest in so many life-changing ways, crushes, first kisses, dating, sex, marriage, children, it can be so stifling when even the one avenue you have is closed off. And however far away it's happening, it's a reminder of the same homophobia and restrictions you see right around you, so it feels even more hopeless, knowing that in places that are supposedly better off, there are still these major battles to be fought.

I don't know your exact situation, but here are some of the things that helped me come to terms with these same frustrations:

First, focus on individual people more than trends. That's tough to do, for sure, especially when, again, you see so much homophobia directly around you so it seems ubiquitous, but if you're particularly taking WN's case to heart, remember that as much as Netflix tried to shut it down, the cast and crew fought for it! For all these cancellations, there are people who made the original media in the first place and tried to keep it going. It's not hopeless, there's so much support and so many allies.

This next part might be hard to accept, and you know, maybe it's not what'll work for you, but for me, I really did have to learn to not get really deep into any one show or ship. When things are good, they're so good, it all sucks you in, you check the updates all the time, and maybe most importantly, there's this whole community you become a part of. But when you lose it, not if, because in f/f you will, even if things end well, there aren't enough people to keep it going, the more you've made it a part of your life, the more you feel that loss.

All fans should exercise moderation and keep things in perspective, but I'm speaking more to people like us, who don't have anything in real life to balance out what we experience through media.

I answered this ask a little late because I did get sucked up into other shows airing right now that have f/f and that doesn't negate the core issue, this will be the final season for most of them, if not all, but there's still something to get into, even just in f/f media. Perhaps you may prefer lesfic, or the f/f Youtube/Tiktok scene, or webseries.

It's also worth getting into non-media hobbies. Or, you know, at least consuming non-f/f media. I remember being angry at seeing the m/f couples in pretty much everything else while we couldn't have anything, so I just didn't watch anything at all and instead just did those elaborate adult paint by numbers and listened to comedy podcasts. And once I did feel more in the mood to watch stuff again, it was goofy sitcoms and old school murder mysteries, where it wasn't really like, oh, I wish this had more of us. :P

Lastly, it really does sting at you if you feel isolated and alone even from your own family, so try to see if there are other ways you can connect with them. Otherwise it just adds to your negative feelings to resent and fear them.

None of this may work for you, there are so many other possibilities, moving away, coming out, getting involved with LGBT organizations near you or just meeting other queer people, but I'm sure you've already considered those options and they're not currently doing enough for you. But I would at least give some of this a shot, try some distance at first, and hopefully it'll start to feel better. It really doesn't help that we're globally going through a pretty rough time, but just focus on feeling better yourself.

#replies #femslash related stuff #sent on 20230606 #Anonymous #5

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The Brothers Sun 🤗

thejohnnykou:

So I’ve been wondering… How would Big Sun make his way out?

How would Mama Sun and the kids continue building the new Jade Dragons without me? Or would they be able to get rid of me? (Don’t think so 🤭)

What was the story behind Baba & Mama Sun?

Would the Sun ever be working together?How dark can Big Sun go?

And the questions could just go on and on…I guess lots of you have heard the news. The Sun Family has a great debut but we are keeping it short and sweet as of now. It’s such a privilege and an incredible opportunity to get to work with all these amazing casts and crew. I hope you enjoy the show as much as we do, and thanks for all the kind words and support along the way, truly. Till next time! Love from 大孫, Baba Sun👨🏻

#孫家兄弟後會有期

#TheBrothersSun @netflix @netflixgolden @netflixtw Thank you @bosslogic for such incredible art!! Hope to resume the business soon.

#johnny kou #justin chien #the brothers sun

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purplepinkcoruscantskies · 1 year

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Family Reunion - and Farewell

I want you to know, everything I've done and will do began with you.

Family Reunion might not be the best Rebels episode but it's the series finale. An ending of sorts, the completion of certain characters' paths and a beginning of things to come.

At first, everything goes well. The Ghost crew lead a strike on the Empire's base, a move not supported by the Rebellion. It's them and the few allies they've met along the way. They seize the base and enact their plan to evacuate Imperial forces before Thrawn arrives in full force.

Screams are heard and buildings crumble as Thrawn begins his bombardment of the capital city. Slowly tearing away at Ezra's home until he has no choice but to surrender.

Hera is the first to protest his choice. She's grown to love Ezra as an ally, as a friend. Maybe even a son. And she knows how much the Ghost crew means to him, she, Sabine, Zeb and Chopper are all he has left. More importantly, she's had enough of sacrifice tearing their family apart. Hera can't lose Ezra like she lost Kanan.

But out of all of them, Sabine is the one who understands. Of course she does, she's a Mandalorian. Sacrificing yourself for your family, your clan is what you do so they can keep fighting. So she casts one final look at Ezra and lets him confront his own fate.

Ezra using the vents to leave is a perfect link to his character arc. When he was living on the streets of Lothal, stealing to survive, he always used vent networks as a means to escape the Empire. In his early days of being a rebel he used them as well but he outgrew them because they represented his old days on Lothal when he had other ways to help protect the Ghost crew. Ezra climbing into the vents one last time literally symbolises him going back to the Empire, resorting to old ways to help his friends.

On board Thrawn's ship and the remnants of the Jedi temple, Ezra is confronted by Palpatine masquerading as a former, unscarred version of himself. A fake image that he presents to the galaxy to maintain popularity. To Ezra, he takes on the form of a wise, kind old man and he promises to restore the one thing Ezra has been wanting his whole life, his parents.

Even though Ezra has found a new family and made peace with his parents' death, he still misses them. Wonders what life would've been like if they had managed to evade the Empire or simply not have stood up to them at all.

Ezra has been feeling guilt, pressure, anger and grief throughout the entire show. From his hatred of the Empire, pressure to advance as a Padawan and work with the Rebellion, and the tragedy of losing Kanan. It would be so simple to let it all go …

And then the illusion shatters. With a burst of power Ezra destroys the remnants of the Force temple. The hologram of Palpatine begins to change back and forth between the Chancellor and the Sith Emperor. He reaches for Ezra one last time but Ezra needs to find the others again. He needs finish what he set out to do. He needs to see things through to the end.

As Thrawn unsuccessfully continues his bombardment of the city and the purrgil arrive to tear his fleet apart, Ezra is faced with the reality that whatever happens next will happen to both of them. And he knows that.

He keeps up a humorous front for Sabine as she contacts him. The music swells as he keeps back every last stormtrooper, keeps fighting, even as Thrawn shoots him in an attempt to escape. Ezra is seeing things through to the end. Just like his parents, just like Kanan.

And Ezra's sacrifice perfectly parallels Kanan's. As Rebels has constantly repeated throughout its run, it takes a master and an apprentice. It takes Kanan and Ezra to make things right.

Zeb and Chopper look on in horror and wonder while Sabine and Hera plead with him to get out, to save himself while he can, but he won't. Despite Ezra's sacrifice and absence, the Force will be with them. Always.

As the music swells and the purrgils jump to hyperspace, we are thrown into silence as everyone tries to register what has happened. Ezra is gone, but so is the Empire. Now is the Ghost crew's chance to finish what they started.

So Sabine finishes the story. The people of Lothal are liberated and the rest of the galaxy follows soon after. Zeb and Kallus heal old wounds and resolve their guilt, Hera continues to fight. For her, for Kanan and for Jacen.

But Sabine sets off to find Ezra with the mural of their family solidified behind her. She knows he's out there somewhere and it's only a matter of time until they see each other again. It doesn't matter how, Ezra will be brought home.

#star wars #star wars rebels #rebels #family reunion and farewell #ghost crew #ghost family

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BG3FicFeb Day 17

SFW: Tav and crew battle the God of Death in a brief drabble.

NSFW: Tav and Astarion enjoy some post-netherbrain roleplaying, with some sexy vampire/virgin overtones.

SFW: Tav meets one of the Dead Three in the flesh

“Oh fuck!” Tav stared up at the monstrous creature that arose from where Thorm had fallen. “What the fuck is that?”

“I…think that’s Myrkul…” Jaheira frowned, her twin swords still held aloft.

“The actual God of Death…shit,” Astarion stared, mouth agape, still trying to help Tav up off the ground.

Dame Aylin’s radiant form streaked across the large room as he got Tav back to her feet, pulling her close. “At least we have her,” he added as she swooped down in front of them, the rush of her wings rustling their hair and clothing.

“Get behind me!” Aylin held her greatsword aloft, casting a protective aura around them.

The hulking skeletal god turned towards them, conjuring an enormous scythe in its bony hand. “Move!” Jaheira yelled as Myrkul slashed the scythe down between them, narrowly missing them all as they rolled away.

“How the hell do we fight a God?” Tav yelled.

“I will lead the charge!” Aylin called. “Keep moving and do not let its death touch reach you!”

They followed closely behind the Aasimar, her radiant blows staggering the avatar of Myrkul enough that they could conjure their own attacks. They were all exhausted and injured, but still supported one another as best they could. The avatar finally crumbled after one final blow from Aylin, a death rattle echoing through the entire chamber. They gathered up as group, conjuring as much healing magic as they could before Aylin opened a portal to get them out of the Mindflayer colony.

“Take the Netherstone,” the Dream Visitor’s voice echoed in Tav’s head.

Thorm lay face down, the stone affixed to his breastplate. She went to roll him over, finding that his body had begun to rapidly decay without the Death God’s blessing. “I’m going to be sick,” she turned away, already feeling ill from pure exhaustion.

“I’ll get it,” Shadowheart volunteered, prying the stone out with her dagger. “Keep it safe,” she handed it to Tav.

They returned back to the Moonrise, finding that Zevlor and the others had already gotten out and had joined the Harpers in the main hall. They would discuss their next step after everyone had rested and healed a bit. Tav, Halsin, and Astarion found their way to Ketheric’s old chambers, quickly stripping off their armor and crawling into the large bed to rest, recover, and just enjoy each other’s company, thankful to be alive.

NSFW: Creative Use of Magic/Magical Objects

Content and Warnings: Male elf x female elf. Masturbation, magical manipulation of a vagina, virginity/vampire kink, mild ageplay, roleplay, oral sex, PIV sex, anal and vaginal fingering.

Tav and Astarion arrived at the inn that sat along the road between Neverwinter and Luskan. They stowed their horses in the stable as usual and headed straight up to their room once they’d checked in. “Let’s get you in a warm bath, hm?” Tav kissed his icy lips, rubbing her fingers across his cheeks. The cold was much worse for him and even bundled up, the biting winds would get to him easily.

“Maybe we can stay in Luskan until Spring…if this cure doesn’t work out,” he shivered slightly, beginning to strip off his many layers.

“Let’s just hope that it does and go from there,” Tav removed her cloak and overcoat, going to stow it in the closet.

The door she opened was actually to a smaller room that had a single bed, likely for a child or servant. “They gave us an extra room,” she walked inside it, closing the shutters on the large window so the rising sun wouldn’t shine in. “Hmmm,” she looked around, an idea already brewing in her mind.

“Oh good, more room for my shoes,” he joked, leaning on the doorway, watching as she plopped down on the small bed. She reclined on her side with a seductive smile. “What’ve you got brewing in that little head of yours?” He could see her thinking, her hand always gently stroking her throat when she did.

“The other night…after we met my parents…we talked about a little roleplaying we might do, if this cure is real…” she grinned.

“The night you drained my balls completely?” He grinned, sauntering over to her.

“Mmmmhmm,” she purred as he climbed on top of her, hovering above.

“Spider-climbing to the innocent virgin’s window?” He leaned down, nipping her bottom lip between his teeth.

“The window is big enough for you to fit through…and this bed is small enough...”

“You mentioned something else getting smaller too…” he pressed himself against her a little more.

“Maybe I can do a little…experimenting, while you are in the tub?”

“You aren’t going to join me?”

“Eventually,” she grinned widely.

“I’ll leave you to it then,” he gave her a kiss, the porter knocking on the door of their room with hot water.

He shut the door behind him with a wide grin, leaving her some privacy while he got the bath prepared. She finished undressing and lay back down, spreading her legs a little. She would need to focus precisely on shrinking the size of her vaginal canal or else her whole body would just get smaller. She gently guided a few fingers inside herself, making the motion of the spell with them still inside her. She instantly felt the tightness around her fingers, her canal now feeling much smaller. She let out a pleased laugh at her idea working, letting her fingers gently circle around the new tightness. She felt full with just her fingers, letting her other hand slid to her clit. “Mmmmmpppphhh,” she pleasured herself slowly, playing around with the depth of her fingers as well. It might be a little snug for his thick cock, but the spell would only last a minute and then she’d return to her usual size. “Ahhh,” she let out a little moan as she felt herself enlarge again, her fingers no longer filling her. She was able to move them around more however, beckoning her fingers towards her g-spot as she rubbed her clit. She brought herself quickly to orgasm, wanting to join him in the bath. She sunk against the bed for a moment, letting her climax wash over her and then got up to join him.

“Sounds like it worked?” He grinned devilishly at her from the tub as she opened the door. The quiet little moans from the other side of the door had already caused him to stir.

“I think it did,” she smiled, climbing into the tub with him. “It won’t last long….but…do you want to try it…tonight?”

“I’ll need a little more fresh blood to be able to spider-climb…but…”

“Say no more,” she shifted around, leaning over him and pushing her hair aside. She eyed his hard cock with a smile, letting her fingers tickle it as he pulled her closer to drink from her. She squeezed her hand around his cock as he bit down on her, eliciting a happy moan from him. She stroked him slowly as he fed on her, his mouth pulling away when he’d had enough.

“Mmmm,” he sighed happily as he licked her blood off his lips, her hand taking complete control of his cock. “You know…ummm…I might miss this a little…feeding on you…it’s very…uhhhh…intimate.”

“It is,” she smiled, watching his mouth fall open as she continued to stroke him. “I’m sure we can get creative though,” she leaned down to kiss him. She could taste just the hint of her metallic blood on his tongue, sucking it gently as she stroked him faster. “Let’s get you drained and go to bed,” she gripped his balls tightly, stroking him vigorously until he erupted into the water with low moan. “All warmed up now?” She smiled, nibbling on his happy pink ears.

“Very much so,” he laughed, gripping her wet skin with his fingers.

They got out of the bath and dried off before climbing into bed together to take their four hour trances. She’d gotten used to sleeping during the day with him, but she still frequently woke up before him. She stayed nestled next to him until he awoke and then they went downstairs so she could eat. There was a small sundries shop down the road that Tav wanted to check out, so Astarion returned to their room as she went off. As much as he would miss the closeness and intimacy of feeding on her life’s blood, he’d much rather be able to walk in the sunlight with her again.

The shop had a surprising variety of goods for how small the little settlement was. She restocked a few vital supplies and spied an adorable long-sleeve chemise that would fit well with their planned roleplay. It was modest and demure, perfect for the role of a virginal nymph who’d be surprised by a seductive stranger. She normally slept naked with him, so this would add a little something extra. In addition to the chemise, she bought some nail lacquer and rouge. She hadn’t really brought anything to get dolled up with, as they’d been on horseback or confined to an inn for most of their journey.

She returned to their room in the inn, hiding her ‘costume’ in the spare room and then joined him to read on the small settee. She eventually switched to doing some writing as he finished his book. As it neared dark, they headed downstairs again so Tav could eat a rich dinner. He would need a little more blood from her in order to spider-climb, so she filled up with plenty of protein to help restore her blood supply. They slipped away to a dark corner so he could take his last drink from her and then he went out to explore a bit of the settlement now that it was dark. She went back up to their room to prepare for him.

She undressed, looking at herself in the mirror for a moment. She was still quite young for an elf, but her adventures had left little scars and imperfections on her. She thought back to the days when she was still unblemished and a virginal. She’d been a shy child, her parents content to have a quiet and studious daughter they could ignore, without caring about how isolated she was. Having few friends and no suitors as she’d grown up, she’d only known her own touch when she began attending the Bard’s College. There she’d been thrown head first into debauchery, pleasure, and excess. She slipped into it easily, finally fulfilling all the desires that she’d kept hidden under the covers, doing only to herself and written in her secret journals.

She brushed her long hair smooth, not quite the same waist-length she’d worn in her younger days, but getting closer. She put it in a loose braid that would drape over her shoulder and then painted her nails. She rouged her cheeks and lips slightly, giving them an anticipatory, youthful blush. She decided to the do the same on her nipples, making them slightly more than their rosy pink. She slipped the chemise on, already feeling a bit like that lonely girl who would’ve given anything for a handsome stranger to appear at her window. She knew it was an overused trope, so overdone in some many trashy novels, but she didn’t mind a little trash from time to time.

She pulled back the covers of the single bed and opened the shutters so he could peek in at her. They hadn’t agreed on when exactly he’d come, but she already felt a nervous excitement vibrating through her body. She lit a single candle so the room would have a little more ambience. She climbed into the small bed, taking her journal with her. She planned to fully embrace the role, beginning to write down some girlish fantasies that she might have had when she was younger.

Astarion browsed the sundries shop before it closed, buying her a small little trinket that he stowed in his pocket. Then he headed over to the small tavern to have a drink. It was fairly empty, but there were a few dedicated all-day drinkers, some folks who had just gotten off work and needed to unwind, and a couple trying to drink up the courage to make something happen. He found a secluded corner to enjoy his wine, watching all the curious creatures of the night he had formerly stalked for Cazador. A young shop girl sat at the bar facing his direction, a few interested boys chatting her up casually, but her eyes kept wandering over to him, alone in his dark corner.

He smiled a little, knowing that without Tav, this would likely be his normal life. Haunting a different tavern each night, looking for someone to pull into an alley and drain. He couldn’t have just gone to the Underdark with all the other spawn. He needed the nightlife, the humming ambience of a tavern, the attention. His life with Tav was a perfect balance of that. He could sit in a tavern or theater, watching her perform, enjoying the ego boost of lingering glances and attempted introductions as he sat alone. He’d revel in the satisfaction of the lustful and longing stares of those who watched and desired her, knowing that she only shared herself with one other man aside from him.

Another group of loud young women came in, pulling away the attention of the two boys, who went to pursue the more boisterous prospects. The shop girl glanced at him again, clearly working up the courage to approach him. He would let her down gently and then head off to find his own ‘virgin’ waiting for him. She finally climbed off her barstool, straightening her skirts a little and then tentatively walked by his table. “Pleasant evening,” she smiled shyly at him as he gave her a passing nod.

“It is,” he smiled back as she paused at his table, her hands clasped nervously in front of her. “How are you enjoying it?”

“It’s…” she looked around the quiet tavern. “Boring….What about you? You’re sitting all alone…are you…meeting someone here?”

“Meeting someone elsewhere,” he nodded as her smile faded slightly from disappointment. “As soon as I finish this,” he held up his wine glass. “May I buy you a drink before I go?”

“Ummm, sure,” she squeezed her hands together in a nervous fidget.

“Please, sit,” he motioned for her to sit at his table as he got up to get her a drink. “What would you like?”

“Whatever you were having,” Her cheeks blushed a little, glancing over at the table where the boys that had been chatting her up now sat.

He went to the bar, not ordering the heavy, austere wine he’d been drinking, knowing she would hate it. He brought back a glass of something slightly sweet and fruity, setting it next to her hand, but not sitting back down with her. “Someday, someone will come in here and recognize your beauty and sweep you off your feet, my dear, I promise,” he said sweetly to her and grabbed his overcoat off his chair.

“Thank you,” she blushed even deeper. “For the wine. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.”

“You as well,” he left her with a final polite nod.

He walked back towards the inn, stuffing his hands in his pockets to keep his hands warm, a heat already growing through the rest of his body. He slipped down the alley that the spare room window faced, glancing up at the soft light coming from it. He tested his grip on the wall, feeling he could spider-climb for a least a few hours with Tav’s fresh, rich blood inside him. He climbed up carefully, settling himself on the wall beside the window, peeking in slowly.

She lay reclined in bed, the covers pulled back while she wrote in her journal. She wore an unfamiliar chemise, that hid most of her body from him. “How virginal,” he smiled to himself as he watched her. She stroked the back of the pen along her chest when she paused her writing, her lip scrunching slightly as she was thinking. Even though he knew her body intimately, inside and out, she appeared the perfect, untouched girl right now. She was a fantastic actress who could slip into any role he desired of her. He watched her for a little while longer, as she began to look a little impatient, shifting her body a little and lingering more during her writing pauses. He tapped gently on the window, either truly startling her or letting her flex her acting muscles. She clutched a hand to her chest, covering the tented fabric around her hardened nipples. “Who’s there?” She gasped, trying to hide a smile, squinting at the window. She got up slowly, taking the candle off the bedside table and approached the window. He touched his hand to the glass, smiling at her seductively. She pressed her hand to the other side, trying her best to look demure and slightly scared. She finally unlatched the window, opening it slightly. “Who are you? How did you get up there?” She asked quietly.

“You can call me Astarion, my sweet,” he purred at her.

“How long have you been watching me, Astarion?” She blushed.

“Too long,” he whispered, creeping a little closer to the opening. “What is your name?”

“Clataedre,” she said shyly.

“A charming rose,” he smiled, using the literal meaning of her elven name. “Does your rose blush, Clataedre?” He bit his lip slightly.

“What do you mean?” She blushed even deeper, letting a finger tease along the neck of her chemise, as her arms still covered her breasts.

“Perhaps I can come in and look?”

“You want to come…in?” She let out a breathy sigh, enjoying playing the coquette.

“Only if you want me to…”

“I…think I do…want you….to come in,” she stepped away from the window, opening it fully for him, the cool air making her skin prickle and her nipples harden even more.

He climbed inside as she slowly backed up towards the bed, her fingers gripping nervously at the sides of her chemise. ‘Gods she is good,’ he smiled to himself as he shut the window behind him, keeping his gaze fixed on her. “Lay down on the bed for me, Clataedre,” he ordered.

She nodded, moving her journal out of the way, which he took from her. “What were you writing, my sweet beauty?” he glanced down at the open page, his eye immediately catching the word ‘cock’ written several times. “Hmmm,” he grinned widely, looking down at her from the foot of the bed. “He took his hand and slid it gently down my stomach, leaving me tingling in anticipation…” he read some of the smutty little story she’d been writing. “You…naughty little thing.” She shifted a little in the bed, still blushed deeply. “Has anyone ever…left you tingling in anticipation before?”

“No,” she said quietly, pressing her thumb to her lip to chew nervously on. “They are just stories…”

“Why not?” He set the journal down on the edge of the bed and leaned onto the footboard slightly. “Are you a virgin?”

“Yes,” she squirmed nervously, hiding her face a little in her hand. Her little act was making him rock hard already. “I’m…shy…so I just stay up here and write…about what I want…”

“Do you…want me, my little dove?” He grinned widely. “I can…show you what you are missing…”

She broke character for just a second, letting out an excited grunt, which she played off into a giggle. She was absolutely throbbing already. “Is that a yes?” He leaned further onto the footboard, ready to crawl onto the bed.

“Yes,” she said sharply, taking an excited breath.

“Pull your chemise above your waist,” he ordered, eyeing her hungrily.

She obeyed, pulling the fabric up slowly, revealing her slick, pink sex. There was nothing virginal about the honey covering every inch of her excitement. “Hmmm, look at you,” he popped his tongue against his palate. “Your rose does blush.”

He climbed onto the bed, moving slowly up her body until he reached the fragrant musk of her arousal. He teased his thumb along one of the excited lips, watching as her breath quivered into quiet huffs. He parted her legs slightly, letting his tongue barely tease against her.

“Ahhh,” she gasped a little. She didn’t have to pretend much, she’d been anticipating his touch and he was teasing her with precision.

“Do you like that?” He whispered, letting his tongue press a little firmer against her slick folds.

“Mmmmhmm,” she held in her breath, waiting for the next lick.

“Pull your chemise up more…let me see your breasts,” he ordered again, taking a long, slow sample of her honey on his tongue.

She shifted a little, pulling the chemise from underneath her as well, moving it past her still excited nipples. He grinned widely at their extra pink hue, seeing she had done the same to her cheeks and lips. He was throbbing to fuck her, but he kept his mouth between her legs for moment longer. She writhed quietly as he licked and sucked on her, letting his hand rub her clit. “Are you going to be this shy and quiet when I fuck you?” He looked up at her.

“If…you want me to be,” she replied quietly, unable to hide her grin.

“I want to hear you,” he asked, moving up her body and hovering over her, his clothed erection pressing against her wet mound.

“Okay,” she whispered as he teased his tongue across her lips, using it to part them as he kissed her.

He reached down to his trousers so he could unbutton himself and she subtly snuck her hand down as well, ready to conjure the spell inside her. He pulled his aching cock out, their hands colliding as she slipped her fingers inside for the spell and he swept up a bit of her honey to slick over his cock. They shared a knowing smile out of character and then resumed their roles. “Are you ready for me, Clataedre?” He asked as she furtively slid her fingers out of herself and gripped the bedsheet, the spell prepared for him.

“Ready,” she held an anticipatory breath in as he pressed his cock to her entrance.

He let out a low grunt, the tightness of her almost uncomfortable if he slid in any faster. He eased into her slowly, watching as her mouth fell open with each inch of him that squeezed inside her. She let out a low whimper as he reached the hilt of his cock, overstuffing her tightened canal.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” He checked in on her. She was so tight that he could barely stand it, his cock already begging to erupt into her snug warmth.

“No,” she squeaked out, feeling about as full as when she took both her lovers in each of her holes. It was on the border of pleasure and pain.

He nodded, easing out of her a little and then back in, as slowly as he could stand. As soon she opened to her normal size, he knew he was going to have to fuck her hard. He enjoyed the tightness for now, grunting lowly as he fucked her gently. It was slow and brief and then he felt her enlarge to her normal, comfortable size and smiled widely, pressing more of his weight on her and kissing her hungrily. “I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he hissed, gripping her hips tighter, beginning to move his cock faster and with harder thrusts.

“Oh!” She let out a low, guttural moan, finally releasing her shy grip on the sheets and letting her fingers claw into his skin, also unable to keep up the act any longer. She wanted him so much. “Gods…fuck…oh…yes…fuck me so hard,” she moaned loudly, beginning to move her hips with his, the hard slapping of their bodies impacting together adding to the choir of their moans. The small bed creaked loudly as they fucked with hungry abandon, not used to such weight or force.

“Ummm…fuck, Tav…I’m…uhhhh…I’m gonna come already…I can’t hold…ummmphhh,” he gritted his teeth, trying to hold back his climax so she could join him, but he erupted uncontrollably in an ecstatic shiver. His loud groan was punctuated by the cracking of the bed frame as it snapped in two, sending the mattress and its occupants onto the floor.

Tav burst out laughing as Astarion collapsed on top of her in a satisfied heap, their bodies slightly disjointed from the collapse. He joined her laughs, giggling happily as his climax ebbed away.

“We’re not going to have a place to stay on the way home,” he nuzzled her neck, looking at her with a wide, happy grin.

“Worth it though,” she glowed warmly, the sweat of their vigorous love making dappling her face.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hold back for you,” his slid his soft cock out, replacing it with his fingers. “You just got me so excited.”

“It's okay, we can’t always come together…and I may have rubbed out a quickie waiting for you,” she bit her lip guiltily.

“Oh,” he made an offended gasp.

“What!? I expected you sooner and I got riled up too early writing that little story down. What took you so long?” she asked, her body beginning to move against his fingers.

“There was a shy girl that needed a little boost to her confidence,” he kissed her. “So she didn’t just have to write stories in her bed at night.”

“It turned out alright for me, didn’t it?” She sulked a little, feeling a tinge of jealousy.

“Let’s see,” He removed his hand from her cunt, making her whimper with need. He leaned down to pick up her journal, then lay back down beside her. They shifted their bodies slightly to accommodate the ruined bed under them. “Read it to me,” he handed it to her with a smirk.

She teased her tongue at him, rolling onto her stomach so she could lay the journal flat against the mattress. He gave her ass a good slap as she wiggled it at him, demanding his fingers in her again. “Go on now…” he cooed, letting two fingers slip into her cunt and another into her asshole.

“Mmmmm,” she let out a long sigh, arching her back slightly as he fingered her. “He took his hand and slid it gently down my stomach, leaving me tingling in anticipation. I’d never been fucked before, so I didn’t know what to expect. He brushed his fingers across the…mmmphhh…” she paused as he wedged his other hand under her, pressing his fingers against her throbbing clit.

“Continue,” he whispered, his hands and ears focused on her.

“He brushed his fingers across the little pearl that I polished nightly, my needs never feeling completely satisfied even after…ummmm…even after I…uhhh rubbed it raw…Gods, don’t stop please, love…uhhh. I knew I…hhhhnnn…needed to be fucked to achieve total…ahhhh…satisfactionnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn,” she writhed against his hand, her muscles contracting against him.

She continued to circle her hips against the hand he had pressed to her clit, forcing out a final clitoral orgasm with a loud moan. She collapsed completely onto the mattress, pressing her face into the soft padding, muffling her heavy breaths. “Mmmmm,” he rested his head on her back, giving it a soft kiss. “Was that the kind of thing you were writing in your journal when you were still a virgin then?” he teased.

“Oh it was much worse,” she mumbled, rolling back to her side so they could lie face to face. “It was all just drabble written around cocks and cunts and every other dirty word I learned from reading the trashy novels I stole from the library.”

“You little thief, you,” He gently prodded her. “Would you ever…consider doing any…legal roleplay with me? I’m sure I could find some fetching old robes to wear.”

“I’m not sure,” she chewed her lip. “I still have some lingering ick from my previous encounters with the law.”

“The magistrate that propositioned you?” He suddenly remembered, feeling embarrassed at bringing up the subject without thinking.

“Yeah,” she frowned slightly. She’d never forgotten the ugly red cock he’d pulled out in front of her.

“Actually…you don’t happen to remember his name, do you?” Astarion felt another memory lingering in the back of his mind. “You punched him, right?”

“Yep, square in the nose. He was a little troll of a man. Spindly blonde hair and a mustache. Why? Did you know him or something?”

“I…think I might I have brought him to Cazador,” he tried to bring forth the memory. “We were supposed to have a date…but he said a bard who’d been caught sucking cocks in the park punched him.”

“I was streaking, not sucking cocks!” she made a face. “Though that would explain why I never received a summons after I got out of jail…”

“Hmmm,” he mused. “I wonder how many times our paths crossed, but didn’t meet? That would be the second time.”

“Maybe we were just destined to meet on that beach,” she seized one of his curls and twirled it around her finger, feeling herself sinking into deep contemplation. “At the right time and place.”

“Maybe,” he grasped her chin lightly, drawing her focus to him again. “You were exactly who I needed to meet at that moment.”

“Hmm,” she bit into her lip, feeling her eyes getting teary. “You know what I really wrote about in my journals all those nights? It was about you. Exactly you. Someone who understood me completely. Who needed me and who made me feel worthy of being loved by. Someone who made my entire being vibrate with excitement. I've been waiting for you my entire life.” He wiped away the hot tear that streaked down her face, kissing the tip of her nose. “And of course, he would also fuck me into a euphoric state of emotional vulnerability on a regular basis,” she tried to laugh.

“And who has broken two beds in a single trip,” he grinned and pulled her close. “Mmmm I love you so much.”

“I love you.” She squeezed him tightly. “Let’s get off this damn thing and crawl into our own bed.”

#astarion #astarion x tav #tavstarion #bg3ficfeb

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Opera house AU

Telma's has karaoke nights, cast/crew often attend. It's a bonding exercise and they often wager "next round's on whoever gets the lowest score"

Legend sings MCR, can see him liking Helena. Any thoughts on what the Links/Zeldas+Ravio and Groose like belting out?

I support all of this except Legend singing MCR. Nothing against the band, I just have a lot of residual irritation for them, Andy Six, and Black Veil Brides because of a certain someone who wouldn't stop shoving it all up my nose every chance she got 😤

That said! The group does consider Telma's bar as one of their official hang out spots. It is Twilight's fault, his current crush (possible girlfriend) works there and he likes hanging out there when he can, so he drags his co-workers over with him whenever he has the chance, because if h loves the place, why not share it with the people he loves?

Long story short, it eventually became the place they usually go to celebrate a show gone well, recover after a long week, or just release some stress.

Telma may or may not have added the karaoke feature to her restaurant/bar once she realizes the theatre kids had started hanging out there. Regardless of why though, the fact that they get free front seat tickets to performances by some of Hyrule's greatest singers makes the place really popular, so she does give the crew a standing discount so they'll keep coming back.

Generally speaking, I think Legend would be more a folk and country singer, being raised by Twilight and all. Also, he just has that vibe in my mind :)

Now, if you want the one that sings rock music, you'd probably better start looking at Time. He's not the first person to offer to perform, but he inevitably ends up on stage somewhere during a night out, and while his music taste is "outdated" to some people, his rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody would make Freddie Mercury swoon.

I honestly think though that if anyone would be into emo music, it'd be Wind. He's at That Age where I think ALL of us at least dabbled in the realm of emo and punk :)

#asks and answers #opera house au #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu legend #lu twilight #lu time #lu wind

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Star Trek: The Animated Series 50th Anniversary Episode Review

Episode: The Slaver Weapon

Season: 1

Episode: 14

Stardate: 4187.3

Original airdate: December 15, 1973

Written by: Larry Niven

Directed by: Hal Sutherland

Music by: Yvette Blais and Jeff Michaels

Executive producers: Lou Scheimer and Norm Prescott

Studio: Filmation Associates

Network: NBC

Series created by: Gene Roddenberry

Cast:

Captain James T. Kirk (voice by William Shatner) (credit only)

Mr. Spock (voice by Leonard Nimoy)

Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy (voice by DeForest Kelly) (credit only)

Lt. Uhura (voice by Nichelle Nichols)

Lt. Hikaru Sulu (voice by George Takei)

Chuft Captain, Kzinti Telepath, Kzinti Flyer (voices by James Doohan)

Slaver Weapon Computer (voice by Majel Barrett)

Synopsis:

First Officer, Mr. Spock –accompained by Lieutenants Uhura and Sulu-- are aboard the Enterprise shuttle Copernicus in a mission to deliver a stasis box to Starbase 25. It was discovered by archeologists on the planet Kzin.

These boxes have something in particular, time stands still inside them. Everithing was put on the boxes is preserved as the first moment no matter how much time it spends there. Like a time capsule.

They were created by the Slavers. A race which mastered most of the intelligent life-forms of the galaxy a billion years ago until one race revolted. The Slavers and their subjects were exterminated in a war that followed. The stasis boxes are the only remnant of the Slavers.

Their effect on science has been incalculable. The content of one of them was a flying belt which was the key to the artifitial gravity field used by starships. They are rare and also dangerous. For that reason, the Starfleet is in charge of the stasis boxes.

To find a stasis box, you need another one. The first was discovered by accident. As the Copernicus approaches to the Beta Lyrae System, the box began to glow. It indicates there is another of the boxes in the vicinity.

As the shuttle lands in an ice-bound world and the trio of officers are in the surface wearing life-support belts, the were ambushed by a gang of an alien race, the Kzinti. They stole their stasis box and were put as prisoners at their ship, the Traitor's Claw. Right now, the officer's trio is trapped in a police web.

The Kzintis are a race of cat-like aliens. They are armed. It is forbbiden by the Treaty of Sirius. Spock notices one of them --the lean, be-draggles one-- is a telepath. As Uhura notices on this telepath, Kzinti telepaths have a reputation of being unhappy neurotics. Spock knows the Kzintis do not want to deal with him or Uhura because they think both of them are inferior beings. Spock is a Vulcan who only eat roots and leaves and Uhura is a female. They are an alien race of meat-eaters, so they only wants to deal with Sulu.

Spock warns Sulu if he notice the telepath is reading his mind, he has to think about eating a raw vegetable. And also instructs Uhura to not tell anything in the presence of their captors because the women of their race are dumb animals and they can forget it. The lieutenant fell offended by Spock's words but she later understood his intention.

The Chuft Captain starts his interrogation to Lieutenant Sulu. He tells the officers that the ship they are caught in, the privateer Traitor's Claw was a stolen ship. An usual habit of the Kzintis. Sulu reminds the captain that the Kzintis had fought four wars with mankind and lost all of them. The last of them was two hundred years ago, and it seems they have not learned a thing since then. The angry captain threats Sulu if he continue talking that way, he and his crew will be eating him.

They want that stasis box because there were two of those boxes discovered by the Kzinti archeologists and the one that they managed to keep was empty. Next, the commander of the stolen police vessel tells the Enterprise officers that they do not work for their government and if they were captured, the Highest of Kzin will repudiate them. A blatant lie.

The Kzinti opens the stasis box using a ray. Inside the box, there is a picture of an one-eyed alien creature. Probably, it is one of the Slavers. If so, a very important historic discovery. Also, they find a piece of fresh meat. It still fresh no matter how much years had been passed. And, at last, the band of Kzintis found some kind of green object with a handle. It could be a tool, or worse, a gun. The Chuf Captain expresses his desires to kill all mankind if he could.

The band of thugs move their ship to the surface. The captain orders the telepath to read the mind of Officer Sulu, but he has too much difficulty in doing such task.

Of the all contents on the stasis box, the piece of meat was the first to be tested. They have found that it was protoplasmic and poisonous. The telepath told the captain that Sulu thinks the one who appears in the picture is a Slaver.

In the first try on the gun-like device, nothing happened. The Chuft Captain asks the mind reader because he wants to know if Officer Sulu had a reaction. He feels no ill effects. The telepath had a bad taste experience this time. The leader of the band thinks it may be a commnications device or a sonic stunner designed to affect members of a race dead now.

In the next setting, the artifact turned into a small telescope. In another turn of the object, it become a laser. Not so effective as the ones available on present time. One more switching and the device turned into what it seems to be portable rocket that blasts away the Chuft Captain. He made an impact on Uhura and freed her from the web. But she was stunned by the band of thugs' phasers.

The captain also hits the thelepath, making damage to his spacesuit. The next setting seems to do nothing, but the ball with two loops at its sides deactivates all the energy consuming devices on its surroundings. The trio officers feel free from the police web and escaped. Spock jumps to and kicked the Chuft Captain taking the Slavers' device with him. They stunned and captured Uhura again. The captain was bruised and asks for help to get back into his ship.

When Sulu gathered with Spock, he tells he is afraid the Kzintis will ask for help to their people. Spock tells him that they maybe will not do. For their race, to be hit by a race of pacifist vegetarians –like the Vulcans-- is the ultimate offense. He must be seek personal revenge before calling for help.

All it is happening according to Spock's plan. The band of thugs will do nothing to Uhura as Spock is free. Sulu gets to the conclusion that the object is probably made for missions of espionage. He thinks so because it has too many settings a soldier can use and the laser is the only effective as a weapon.

Spock theorizes if it is true, there is a self-destructing setting. He toggles a null setting and the device turned into a globe with a handle. Sulu thinks is is a key to another setting.

The Traitor's Claw takes off again to search both Sulu and Spock. The ship's captain makes a bargain to them: the life of Lieutenant Uhura in exchange for the weapon. He also wants a fight with the Vulcan officer. They refused to both.

Sulu turns the globe and it changes into something like a gun with a sight. He points and shoots at the horizon and there was a huge explosion. Like a nuclear bomb one. A total conversion of matter to energy at distant. Something very dangerous to fall on the hands of the Kzintis.

Both Federation officers were knocked as they fell to the foor and were captured again by the alien thugs. Inside the ship, the Chuft Captain plays with the device and it turns into an oval shape with a few buttons and a small light that turns on and off while the device beeps. He was frightened because the Kzintis had legends of weapons haunted by their owners.

The actual setting is a reasoning computer. The Chuft Captain tried to know how much time it was turned off, but the computer told him that it does not have sense of the passing time. Then he asks the machine about the last thing it remembers. The device told him that it was on a mission, but it is not going to tell him about without certain code words. He received the same answer when he wanted to know the position of the stars in the sector it used to be.

Finally, the captain asked it to tell him about how to put the total conversion setting again and it gives him some instructions. Spock was aware that the computer tells them it because it was programmed to self-destruct if it falls in hands of the enemies. The Kzintis went to the outside to test the weapon, but all of them were killed by the explotion of the device.

The Federation officers are now free to get back to the Copernicus. Sulu tells Spock that he was sorry that weapon was lost. That it could be fine in a museum. Spock tells him that if that weapon was not taken by the Kzintis, it could be the Klingons or another species. It would never reach the museum.

Fascinating Facts:

This episode is written by Larry Niven. It is an adaptation of one of his short stories, “The Soft Weapon”. The story has any relation to Star Trek. It is part of Niven's Known Space universe. It was notably republished in 1968 as part of an anthology titled “Neutron Star”.

Only five voice actors (Leonard Nimoy, Nichelle Nichols, George Takei, James Doohan and Majel Barrett) appeared in this episode. James Doohan did not participated as Scotty by he had done the voices of all the Kzinti.

This is the first time the USS Enterprise did not appear as a part of a story nor in the Animated Series nor The Original Series. It only appear in the credit scenes.

#space opera #space western #filmation #star trek #70s sci fi #star trek: tas 50th anniversary #star trek: the animated series 50th anniversary

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