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mandalhoerian · 1 year

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Shai! Shai! I've thought of another scenario for Leon😊 Altho being a new fan I've come to the conclusion that Leon is the type to believe he's not good enough for his partner, he believes they could do better then him. So imagine a Leon who has finally accepted he has feelings for you and works up the courage to confess only for you to turn the tables on him and say you dont feel good enough for him. I imagine he would be in disbelief? How would he react to his crush telling him "You're too good for me Leon."?

too good for me | leon kennedy x reader

pairing: leon kennedy x reader (unspecified gender) genre: fluff, miscommunication, the "endeared badass x normal person scared shitless of the endeared badass" trope. no spice, unfortunately. only good vibes and leon being head over heels smitten. enjoy! word count: 2.7K? It's short! notes: hi sarah! i am SO SORRY this has taken forever. you requested this one month ago! its been so hectic lately, i've been having health problems that required regular hospital visits and tests upon tests, but now that my surgery (yeah i know... yikes) is authorized i'm only waiting for them to call me for the date and have all the time in the world to get my rest and write. i'm also working on your other (wink wink) request! thank you so much for being patient with me. hope this is what you had in mind! i also added my touch and ideas to it lmao. happy reading!!

🌀 read on ao3!

“You’re too good for me,” is the hesitant, small answer you give him while avoiding eye contact and playing with your fingers in front of your office’s shared coffee maker Leon had made countless paperwork excuses to be able to simply stop by — to his question, that is, about why you wouldn’t go on a simple date with him.

You puff out an awkward laugh to smooth things over as humorous but it’s forced and not at all sincere.

It’s taken Leon a whole inner journey (Spain. Mostly the simultaneous trauma and catharsis of Spain) to get over himself to recognize what his heart truly wanted but was too pussy to look at before, yet here you two are. The lone angel in his life telling the failure Leon is that he’s too good? For you?

He simply stares, dumbly standing there, piping hot coffee that’s actually incompatible with his taste buds he insists he must do a detour to get from here simply because you often do, stiff and awkward in his hold, thinking he heard you wrong because he hasn’t gotten a good night’s rest — rest, not sleep — in forever since he came back from Spain.

He’s been forcing himself to come to work just for a glimpse of you and your pretty face to recharge his battery, heal his soul a bit, let you be all that occupies his mind despite being laid off after that outrageous mission that resulted in the president’s unwanted favor and nightmares upon nightmares with only anxious yet soothing thoughts of you as the best bad out of the worst he’s had to face— and what is it that you said again?

“You’re joking right?” Leon says, pride not knowing if it should be broken or not because he’s not sure to take this as a rejection, and it isn’t his intention for it to sound that harsh. He’s not some asshole who can’t take no for an answer, it’s your reasoning that has him downright jamming like a gun.

Leon has to remind himself to switch off work mode because now you look mousey as if he has a paw on your tail, shoulders pulled into yourself. “Sorry!” He feels so bad, heart expanding within his ribcage and it aches, fuck, he just wanted to ask you out and all he’s doing is scaring you. “I’m sorry, you were kidding. I didn’t get it— I’m kinda slow and you sound flat sometimes, of course you weren’t serious, I’m—”

“No, I was serious.” His eyebrows furrow at yet another self-degradation from you. “It’s you who has to be kidding. What do you mean too good for you?”

You are at a loss of words, mouth opening but nothing coming out, and finally look him in the eye and all Leon wants to do is lean down and capture your mouth, he’s heavily distracted by you licking your lips and swallowing, the sighting of the tip of your pink tongue makes his shirt suddenly suffocating and tight.

“I mean,” you begin tentatively, unaware of what’s going on in his head, vaguely gesturing to Leon. “Well… You’re you, I mean… And I’m. Me. Look at you and look at me. Why would you even…?”

“Hey,” Leon sets his mug on the counter, closing his eyes and pinching the insides with his thumb and pointer. The implications alone sent a zapping headache through his skull that he knows he has to rest to be able to unpack, especially when he’s finally decided on seriously pursuing you in spite of himself. Leon can’t let this remain unaddressed, for your sake and his sanity. “How about I wait for you after work today and we talk about this somewhere else?” He’s squinting. “In detail.”

“We don’t really need to—”

“We do.” Leon wants you to see he’s serious about this — about you. “Because I see something here that I want to pursue and we can’t have any misunderstandings. Would appreciate it if you at least give me the chance to clear the air.”

“P-pursue?” You swallow and Leon’s mind wanders again. “Clear the air you say…”

He breathes in. “Can you give me your phone?”

You slap it into his palm almost immediately, the speed with which you obey him without asking him any questions surprises him. He wants to scold if you’re willing to hand over your mobile to any guy who asks, but supposes it’s not his place — is frustrated this is what it takes to get him annoyed, as well. He isn’t some young adult. Weirdly, you make him feel like one.

He’s punching his own number in, despite the conflicting feelings, finally feeling like this is getting somewhere and he’s doing it when you start talking again, nervous. “You can uh, clear the air… right here… without taking me to a secondary location…”

His eyes flick up to yours in confusion and you look to the right immediately, and back to him. To the right. Back to him. It’s somehow comedic, because why do you look like you’re cornered by some bad guy?

You really look like you want to be anywhere else than here, Leon’s fucking this up and he doesn’t even know what he’s doing wrong. Was he going too fast? Should he have told you his number and let you save it instead?

You’re mumbling, nervousness clear as day for reasons he can’t fathom, he hears you, but he doesn’t really understand.

“What? What's wrong?" Leon asks, his voice laced with genuine concern. He takes a step closer, wanting to bridge the gap between you and alleviate whatever discomfort you were experiencing. "You seem... uneasy. Did I do something wrong?"

Your eyes meet his briefly, then quickly shift away again, as if you are struggling to find the right words.

Leon's heart sinks. His intention wasn’t to make you feel nervous or pressured, especially when he is genuinely trying to connect with you — then, in a brilliant moment of heart-stopping realization, the fact that you might just not be interested slaps him in the face and he’s…

Well. Wouldn’t that be the reality?

Leon is… He isn’t exactly the ideal man. Not with what he does, and how his life is. He’s aware of that. Have been running from forming connections because of what he knows will end up happening because of that. He can’t get attached and keep losing people — can’t keep getting hurt in the vicious cycle to prevent everyone from getting hurt. It’s been the bane of his existence ever since STRATCOM plucked him off straight from Raccoon City. Even if you work in the same field as him, just different offices, who is to say it will work out anyway?

He’s getting ahead of himself. You might not like him at all in the first place. Jesus.

Maybe you see him for what he is. Maybe you think he’s not —- the effort’s not worth it, and you wouldn’t exactly be wrong in thinking so. You could be wanting something else in life that he only has the desire to give you, and not the promise. He wouldn’t blame you, hell, who would blame someone for being their own person with their thoughts, wishes, wants and goals in life?

You’re too good for me, really, is his line. It has been right from the beginning, his excuse in running away from his undeniable, frightening attraction to you.

"No, it's not you," you finally managed to articulate, prompting Leon to release the breath he was holding, your voice shaky, playing with your fingers. "I just... I feel a bit overwhelmed. This is all happening so fast, and I never expected..."

Leon nods, his expression softening as he realizes the weight of the situation. He hasn’t fully considered how his sudden confession and determination to pursue you might have caught you off guard. He has been so focused on his own feelings that he hasn’t taken into account your own thoughts and emotions.

"I understand," he replies, voice gentle and reassuring. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you. I just... I couldn't keep my feelings to myself anymore. But please know that I don't expect an immediate answer or any commitment from you. I just… Well. I just wanted to tell you. See where this goes. Or, maybe, if that’s not the case… Get rejected for good so I can move on, you know?"

You laugh a little and it’s genuine — you have no idea how it turns Leon’s heart into putty right where it hangs between two lungs. “Do you really mean all of that?”

“Of course,” he says, offended the tiniest bit. “Why do you think I would joke about something like this?”

“It’s not about you joking, really…” You’re uncomfortable again, hesitating to tell him something.

“Hey, you can tell me.”

“Can you promise you won’t get mad?”

“What am I, your father?” He snorts. “Come on, tell me.”

You brace yourself for it and he doesn’t understand why until you say it. “You, um… You’re kinda scary.”

He blinks. “Sorry?”

“Sorry!” You raise your hands up in panic. “I don’t really mean it like that, not to insult you or anything, it’s actually admirable, I’m just saying! Discipline, work ethic, unmatched field performance! You’re very… Very, uh… Intimidating, yeah, that’s the word…? I mean, like… You, uh, you’re famous, you know, we all know your work, you’re very hard working, working hard, very hard work — uh, um… So it’s…”

“I scare you?” Leon swears he felt his eyes get bigger the faster you kept on vomiting words. “You think I would hurt you?”

“No!” You reject strongly, waving a nervous hand at him. Silence befalls later, which you follow awkwardly with a silent, guilty. “Maybe,” after clearing your throat.

He had always strived to be a protector, but he hadn't realized that his image and reputation — what it had become after Spain — could have such an effect on someone he cares about.

"I never meant to scare you," he says softly, his voice filled with genuine remorse, he puts the coffee mug on the counter and leans his hip on it, shoulders sagging a bit as he crosses his arms. The thought of you only feeling intimidation about him leaves a bitter taste worse than the coffee does. "I guess... I've always been so focused on work, on the dangers just around the corner — I’m aware how it might affect my relationships in the long run so I never attempted to form any at all, but I never realized how it might affect how people see me in the first place. I never wanted to make you, of all people, feel this way. I could never hurt you. Never."

“I didn’t want to imply you’re a guy who’d intentionally hurt someone—”

“Don’t worry about it,” he sighs, ruffling his hair to get rid of the awkwardness. “So I’ve just been bugging you this whole time, huh? Jesus. I’m so sorry.”

“No! No, don’t say that, you’re amazing! You’re like a hero around here…”

“Around here doesn’t mean shit,” he replies curtly, and regrets cursing like that in front of you immediately. It’s unbecoming of him — and doesn’t help his image in your eyes at all. He’s getting frustrated. His tone lowers into a softer, more disappointed, heartfelt one. “I only care about how you think of me.”

“Well, you’re amazing,” you say again, bashfully this time, and it prompts him to look at you. There’s something shy about you now that has him standing taller in anticipation, wondering if it’s him reading this wrong or not. “It’s pretty well-known if you didn’t know.”

“I don’t know,” he prods, idiot heart fluttering at the way you’re flustered. “What do you think? Besides intimidating, I mean. Not reporting on the local gossip this time, if you don’t mind.”

“You seem like a nice guy,” you settle. The middle ground. “I’ve seen you with the president’s daughter.”

Leon's expression softens at your words, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over him. He takes a deep breath, trying to let go of the tension that had built up within him. The mention brings a slight smile to his face, memories of Ashley flooding his mind, a fondness evident in his eyes. "Ah, Ashley. Yeah, that was quite the adventure. Though what can you be other than a nice guy when your mission is the president’s daughter?"

“I know a couple people who’d treat her like a package to be delivered. You prioritized her wellbeing more than anything.”

“What else was I supposed to prioritize?”

“You know what I mean. Emotional wellbeing. I’ve read your initial report and her statement. You cared about her.” A smile tugs at your lips, he can tell you’re a bit more comfortable now. "Especially during what you’ve been through. It's impressive how you handle yourself in those situations."

He shrugs modestly, a hint of pride shining in his eyes. You respect him. "I guess you could say it comes with the job. But it's not all action and danger, you know. There's more to me than just being a government agent."

Your curiosity piques, and you tilt your head, prompting him to continue. "Tell me more. What's Leon Kennedy like outside of work and missions?"

It catches him off guard that you want to know more and take the first step. You could have just rejected him. His heart picks up, chest expanding in excitement, he’s glad for the opportunity to share a glimpse of his life beyond the chaos of his work — he’s normally not eager to share pieces of his life like this, but… He’d give it to you on a silver platter, whether it'd lure you in or not. That’s how Leon knows he wants this with you so bad. “I wanna lie to woo you but… Would it be too unattractive to tell I really don’t have a life outside of work? I’m still trying to find some balance in my life. The upper echelon guys are pretty ruthless and demanding. I guess it means I can say I’m into traveling?”

“Is this the cool guy way of saying you’re an introvert these days?”

The unexpectedness of it is what gets him to throw his head back to laugh, and he catches you staring, scrambling to rub his face to get rid of it and regain some composure. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Pretty much.”

“Well,” you gesture at him, there’s a vague pink hue dusting your cheeks. “What are you into, then?”

God, he can’t stop, “Other than you?” from escaping his dumb mouth. He shouldn’t have said it. It’s too corny. So uncalled for. Your mouth hangs open and he wishes he could rewind the tape to take it back and choose some other option. “Say… What about we continue this discussion after work? I know a good coffee place. Let me make it up to you for invading your lunch time. I’ll tell you all about me, what do you say?”

You look at the clock on the wall, he knows you didn’t get to have anything because he decided to turn up and serenade you with unwanted attention, it’s two birds with one stone for him if you decide to accept — he wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t see a perfect moment to seize the chance.

“Coffee sounds perfect,” you nod, with no pressure from him, and it lifts a great weight off his shoulders. “Would it be okay if I eat something too?”

Why are you so adorable? You don’t know that you own the power to get Leon to have your superiors let you go for the day, but he can’t get too excited right now. “Say the word and it becomes a dinner date.”

It gets you flustered again, you don’t know where to put your hands, and he’s so happy about it. “It’s a weekday… That’d be a bit exhausting…”

“Okay. Coffee date it is.”

He’s noticing you like the cheeky confidence, and it makes sense, considering the intensity had you intimidated. “Thank you,” you say. “I’d like that.”

“Believe me,” Leon can’t stop the grin from overtaking his expression. “My pleasure. You’re honestly too good for me.”

There’s the sudden urge to kiss you when vulnerability and shyness lights up your whole face, but he’ll take it slow. He has to take it slow. For himself.

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smallestapplin · 1 year

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OKAY HEAR ME OUT Sex addicted Greaser submas. That's it that's the request. flkjfdksljf Their sweet, innocent angel of a partner, getting dirty with them? Letting both corrupt them? It drives them wild. But there's the catch. Even though both want you every time they see you... You still are stuck with your parents till you are done with college. They hardly get to see you... It drives them up the wall when they don't get to see their angel, let alone touch you as much as they want :(

-Silver Anon

Anything for you👀 I would also like to thank @yanban-san for helping me edit this! They are a life saver!

🔞18+ only! MDNI!🔞

Afab reader they/them given the petname ‘Angel’ and ‘Doll’ also in their twenties. Little mean to Emmet. Reader is with both twins. Womb is said a few times. Cock warming. Dom reader turned sub. Rough sex.

word count : 3,112

-🔞18+Only!🔞

The two knew they were doomed the second you entered their lives, what with how you helped Emmet without a second thought, how caring you were even after the younger twin left your supervision, with a few bandages.

They were smitten.

And made it their goal to make you theirs.

Who knew such a good little thing like you was so addicting? Even after winning your heart, and getting to shower you in kisses wasn’t enough.

They found the taste of your lips addictive.

It’s always a race to see who can get to you first, just to kiss you.

Emmet always plays dirty, just so he can kiss you first. His kisses are always so hot and heavy, quick to slam his lips against yours, and push his tongue into your mouth as he spins you both around.

You’ve never parted from the younger twins lips, without a thin string of saliva connecting you two.

Ingo uses a mix of brute force and speed to get to you first. When he kisses you, he makes it his mission to steal your breath away. Pressing his lips firmly against yours, holding your body against him until you start to squirm, wanting more.

But he leaves you longing for more.

The more you give them, the more they want. But how can they get more when you’re stuck with your parents? Who pay for your college, making you rely on them until you’re finished with it?

It makes their blood boil, until they see you greeting them with a smile.

They made sure the first time you had sex with them was perfect, the two had to fight tooth and nail to be gentle with you, wanting your first coupling with them to special.

But how could they when you feel so good? Look so good drooling all wrecked for them? Begging them for more?

In their eyes you went from a sweet, pure Angel, to a succubus they are willing to give their lives to.

They wanted you more and more and more, until it seemed like you'd taken over their whole attention, their whole life.

But they don’t get to see you often, as you’re often working on your college courses, at campus, or working around your home.

They can’t stop by whenever they want.

Though Ingo can, and that fact makes Emmet livid.

Most of your town believes Ingo is the sweet boy next door type, who is unfortunately related to his wild brother.

None the wiser that they are called the Terror Twins for a reason.

But even then Ingo still has a hard time finding the right time.

Even sneaking into your room doesn’t help much.

Both greasers are addicted to you, your presence, your cunt, and oh, your cries!

Your ears perk up to the sound of your phone vibrating, and even though you know picking it up is dangerous, you just can't help yourself, you know that.

But you do anyway, wanting to see how needy your boys are for you, and you aren’t disappointed.

The first messages is from Ingo.

‘Can I come over? I’ve been missing you.’

‘I won’t distract you from your work, just sit on my cock, please? I’ll behave.’

‘Fuck, I miss you. I miss your taste, miss you crying out for me.’

You rub your thighs together, chuckling at how needy he is.

Another ding catches your attention. Face flushing with color as Ingo sends you a picture, of him holding a pair of your panties to his face, sniffing them as you can see the bulge in his pants, seeing a spot from his leaking cock.

You can see his blushing cheeks, see the drool leaking from his mouth.

Who would’ve thought you’d have such a man wrapped around your finger?

Another different sounding ding alerts you. Checking to see, you can’t help but softly laugh at seeing Emmet’s name pop up.

‘Pleeease, Angel? Let me visit! Let me use you while you work, please!’

You can’t help but love what you’ve done to them, love seeing them so desperate for you, love how they beg you.

‘Let me bend you over your desk, let me fuck you full of my cum.’

‘I won’t be loud! I promise!’

‘Just the thought of fucking you has my cock twitching, pleeeasee?’

Your eyes light up at a video he sends you, of him fisting his cock, whimpering your name.

“C-can’t cum! Wanna, wanna save it for you! Let me fill you! Mark you!”

Watching as he tilts his head back, tongue hanging from his open mouth with a cry. You coo when he stops stroking his dick, listening to him whimpering and seeing his shaft throb.

The video ends, but it leaves your mind racing with thoughts.

Just six more months left of your semester and you can leave, move in with them, and they can have you as much as they want.

But you doubt those two can last that long, especially with how it seems they are edging themselves, just to save all their cum for fucking your pussy full. You send Emmet a message first.

‘I’m sorry you can’t visit, I have much to do and little time. And I know you, you’re so greedy and the second you’re inside me you’d lose control.’

You giggle at the frowns face the younger twin sends you, before texting Ingo.

‘I know you’d behave, but you’d only distract me. I know how you get when you don’t have my attention.’

You shake your head with a smile. Your parents maybe out but you don’t need your neighbors seeing them. You know they love you, they never miss a chance to tell you or show you.

But ever since they had you for the first time, it’s like they've become ravenous beasts, wanting more and barely able to restrain themselves.

You can’t blame them, ever since you had fit their cocks inside you, you can’t help but feel the same way.

But you had things to do if you wanted to move in with them faster.

They know this too, but they can’t help but be greedy for your pussy.

An hour had passed since you last got a message from them, so you thought that was the end of it, as you typed out the final part of your essay.

Until you hear the faint sound of your window opening.

You let out a muted sigh, knowing already who it is, since Ingo works late tonight.

“Emmet.”

Your voice barely a whisper, but firm, though with a hint of exasperation.

He hugs you from behind, whining.

“I’m sorry, I just missed you sooo much!”

You can’t be too mad, leaning against his hold as he showers your cheek and neck with so many kisses.

Emmet lifts you up, sitting down in your chair and placing you on his lap. He nuzzles so sweetly against your neck, pressing you down on his hard on, loving how you feel against him.

Looking down, you sees he’s placed you perfectly on him, his bulge pressing right against your clothed crotch.

Your breathing hics, feeling him grind up into you.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He whispered, his hot breath fanning against your skin.

“Emmet, I have things to finish.”

The greaser whines, burying his face back into your neck.

You love messing with him.

“Tell you what, let me cock warm you, and if you behave, once I’m finished with this essay I’ll let you fuck me, deal?”

He moves quickly, undoing his pants and ripping your panties off. Barely having time to realize he soaked his fingers with his drool to rub your wet heat.

“M-mm!”

“Gotta make sure you’re prepped for me.”

His voice low as he nips at your ear lobe, kissing down to your neck, sucking small marks.

Emmet trembles, feeling just how wet you are sends him reeling. Moaning with you when he pushes a finger into your hole.

You grip the arms of your chair, biting your lip to silence yourself as Emmet pushes another finger in.

His palm grinding against your clit with every move of his fingers. Emmet groans, squirming in the chair, cock already leaking with precum.

“So good! So fucking hot.” You can feel his drool on your shoulder.

“Fuck, you’re so- mm!- so needy tonight.”

He can’t argue, he’s been edging himself for so long, just so he can fuck it all into you. Even with just his fingers in you, he can tell he’s close.

Like he might just cum from finger fucking you alone.

He wants more, he wants more and to never stop.

Your slick coating his hand makes it hard to hold still, especially with how you’re trying to muffle your sounds.

“Em, please, you’re gonna make me cum-!”

“Hm? You’re gonna cum? From this? How cute.”

You grab his wrist, yanking his hand away from your dripping pussy. Ignoring his soft, pitiful whimpers.

“Nooo! I wanna make you cum, please? For me?”

He can only pout for a second, until you stroke his dick, coating it in his and your juices.

Emmet tosses his head against your chair, back arching as you grind his cock against your slit.

“Barely done anything and you’re already twitching? Just how deprived are you?”

You tease him, not expecting him to grab your and shove you down onto his throbbing dick.

Quickly, you slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries. Emmet bites down on your shoulder, eyes fluttering back.

You are barely half way on him before he cums, flooding your pussy with his thick, hot spent. Yet that doesn’t stop him from thrusting up into you, leaning you slightly over your desk to fit his cock nice and snug inside your clenching walls.

He’s near tears, finally! Finally he’s inside you! It’s been almost a month since he last had you, and it’s been hell! He couldn’t take much more!

You whine, squeezing your eyes shut, feeling him still pumping cum into you.

Emmet goes to move you, only for you to smack his hands off of you.

“You are gonna sit here and look pretty while I work, that was the deal.”

You wish you could see his face, see how it twists up into the most blissed out expression. He wants to argue, but his mind is left foggy with the pleasure you’re giving him.

He brings his arm up to cover his face, biting into the leather of his jacket. Oh his perfect angel, teasing him! Mocking him! He could cum again. “Now hold still.”

The sound of you typing is all that echoes in your bedroom, aside from his muffled whimpers.

He doesn’t know how much longer he can last! Feeling you clench randomly on him, like you’re trying to milk him. Every shift of your hips has him biting his sleeve, trying to be quiet.

If he moves just a little….

Emmet tenses up, crying out into his arm as the sound of you slapping his thigh echoes.

“I said hold still.”

He moves his arm to breath, chest heaving to gulp down air.

“Again again, please I need more, mmMM! Sooo good!”

He can’t help but beg, to cry for more. He needs to move, needs to fuck you, he can’t live without his angel!

He’s addicted to you, needing all of you, wanting all of you, wanting whatever you’ll give him.

He wants to sob, it’s pure torture! He wants you bouncing on his cock! Yet you’re sitting so pretty on him, feeling so good around him, he just needs more.

The sound of you typing is taunting him, but he can’t move, not unless he wants to upset you. Tossing his head back, he lets out a keening sound.

So mean to him! He loves it.

Oh having his sweet, seemingly innocent darling ordering him around, HIM! He’s so lucky.

All the things you can do it him, or order him to do!

You tends up and bit your lip, trembling at the feeling of Emmet’s cum spurting into you, filling you up again.

“You’re such a needy whore, I swear.”

“Fuck! Yes! M’your whore, just please let me fuck you Darrrling!”

Wrapping his arms around you, pressing his chest against your back, once again drooling onto your shoulder.

You can see his quivering smile out of the corner of your eye, his face bright red and eyes lined with tears.

He looks so desperate.

“The more you disturb me, the longer this’ll take, which means the longer you have to wait.”

He looks so hurt when you say that.

“Hnnn please! I’m sorry, I’ll be good, verrry good!”

“I know you will.”

You reach back and rub his cheek, chuckling at how he leans into your touch, nuzzling against your palm.

He leans his head against you once you move your hand away. You go over your writing, just to make sure it meets all the requirements for your professor.

Ignoring your lovers soft kisses along your neck, gently nipping at your skin to try and get your attention, but it doesn’t work.

You can feel his cock throbbing inside you. Even after cumming twice, he still wants more.

His hands slowly start move under your sleep shirt, slowly inching towards your chest. You shudder under his calloused hands rubbing your skin, trying to hold still when his thumbs brush against your nipples.

You save your work and send it off, sighing, you can finally pay attention to your very needy boyfriend.

“There, all done.”

Emmet cries out as you grind down, shallowing fucking yourself on him. His hands fly down to your hips, lifting you up and slamming you on your work desk.

You barely had time to cover your mouth, before he’s slamming into you. The sound of wet skin slapping echoes in your room, his balls slapping against your clit with every harsh thrust of his hips. Emmet leans over you, chest pressing against your back as he moans into your shoulder.

“Your cunt feels so good! Haaa! Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

Grabbing your hips, keeping you still as he fucks himself stupid with your pussy. He buries his teeth into your shoulder, quieting his cries.

You’re no better, squeals muffled by your hand, while the other grabs onto his hand, holding it to ground yourself.

His cock keeps slamming so deep into you, right to your sweet spot. Your mind cloudy with pleasure, while he takes you like a rutting beast.

Emmet can’t stop! His hips moving on their own, you just feel so good! Your cunt trying to milk him, and he’s more than happy to give.

“E-Em! Ooooh! So deep! Ah-!!”

He’s losing him mind, only wanting to fuck you more, pour his cum deep inside you! Your nails dig into his hand as you squeal, throwing your ass back to fuck yourself on his cock as you cum.

His eyes roll back, feeling you clench around him.

“Cumming! M’cumming! Cumming in your greedy pussy!”

You lay your head on your table, whining from his hips barely slowing down, continuing to pump his spent into you.

Both of you unable to hear someone else climbing through your window, until Emmet is yanked away from you and tossed just over your bed.

You yelp as you’re grabbed, and made to sit on the newcomers’ lap, back on your chair.

Cock already out.

You stare in shock, frantically looking back, only to be greeted with Ingo’s furious face.

His frown turned into more of a scowl, and those alabaster eyes glowering with a lust filled rage.

“Like hell I’m letting him get you any longer!”

He shoves you down on his cock, causing you to squeal. You toss your head back against his shoulder, crying out for more.

The older twin is furious his brother got more time with you, getting to fuck you, when it should’ve been him fucking you! And he intends to make up for lost time.

Your sleep shirt is ripped, leaving your bouncing tits on display, along with with your dripping, stuffed cunt.

The thick head of his cock easily breaching your womb, fucking you so deep, taking you like you’re a toy for his pleasure.

“Fuuck! It’s like you were made for my cock! Could keep you here- ah!- keep you stuffed with my cum.” His pants into your ear, kissing your neck before littering it with his marks.

Your loud cries easily overshadow Emmet’s displeased groan.

Sitting up from the other side of the bed, watching your body being forcibly bounced on a cock that isn’t his.

He wants to be angry, angry from being removed from his favorite spot.

“Fuck! Look at that lewd face!”

But you’re so beautiful like this, all blissed out, and only theirs!

Ingo grits his teeth, putting all his weight and strength into every thrust, brutally fucking your pussy.

“What a filthy Doll we have.”

Your drool drips from your open mouth, down to your chest.

Ingo moves up hand to your chest, groping and pinching your nipples, while his other hand rubs harsh circles on your clit. Moaning just as loud as you.

“Ingooo! S-sensitive! Ooh I’m- I’m gonna-“

A loud squeal rips from your throat, cumming all over Ingo’s dick. He doesn’t stop, still battering your womb with his fat cock.

“C’mon, keep milking my cock! Just like that. What a good little thing-!”

Ingo hides his face in your neck, crying out as he fucks your pussy full of his hot cum, making sure you take all of it.

In your blissed out hazed, you don’t see Emmet moving until he’s in front of you.

Ingo removes his hand from your tit, bringing it back down to your hip to piston your pussy better.

While Emmet shoves his tongue down your throat, greedily licking up all your drool. Your cries and mewls are muted by Emmet’s desperate kissing.

His hands resting on your waist, sliding up to caress your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and tugging at your sensitive nipples.

Tears pour down your face from your body being so roughly toyed with, but you’re loving it, loving how they keep filling you with their cocks and cum, keeping you full.

How they are so desperate, so needy for you, wanting you and only you! You grip Emmet’s leather jacket, just for something to hold onto.

Trying so hard to cry for more.

After all, you’re addicted to them as much as they are addicted to you.

And you know they won’t be leaving you empty anytime soon.

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blouisparadise · 9 months

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Upon request, today we have a rec list of fics where Louis, Harry, or both of them have pets. This is a great group of fics, so please be sure to check them all out and show the authors some love! If you enjoy our rec lists, please also like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Maple | Mature | 5,255 words

Prompt 30: Louis is crazy about animals, so Harry is determined to get him all the pets he wants even if they are unconventional, like a baby goat. Louis is over the moon when they get to adopt a goat family, but there’s one little problem, and that is the goat not liking Harry…or even letting him get close to Louis. At first it’s all endearing fun and games, but when it starts affecting their sex life and Harry’s dick feeling neglected, he’s determined to try win over the goat so he let him be with Louis. It’s easier said than done - who knew goats could screech that loudly? (Tip: google goat screaming to get an idea how loud.) ***Change to a cow, I hope that is okay.

2) At The End Of My Rope | Mature | 5,608 words

"Baby?" Harry mumbles, voice laced with sleep and a shiver goes through Louis at hearing the term. He hasn't called him that in so long, in that voice and, clearly, even Louis' body fucking misses it. "Did you cheat on me?" Louis finds himself asking. If he's being honest it's more so he can see Harry's reaction, than a genuine question, but what has he got to lose? Sure enough, Harry's face changes from sleepy to the most incredulous look Louis' ever seen on him. He actually looks terrified, all wide eyes, mouth gaping like he can't believe Louis would even assume that and Louis would laugh at it, but he's so done with the way Harry's been acting, he just wants to know what the hell's going on.

3) If This Room Was Burning | Explicit | 8,629 words

Where Louis' cat gets stuck on the roof and Harry is the firefighter who ends up saving her.

4) I Built This Bed For Two (I Built This Bed For Me and You) | Explicit | 8,942 words

Harry and Louis broke up after uni and haven't seen each other since—until they're roped into doing a Buzzfeed video together. Featuring awkward cuddling and a reunion that just needed a kick in the arse, gleefully provided by Niall.

5) Glistening Under The Sun (You’re My Honey Soaked Love) | Mature | 8,996 words | Sequel

“Oh Petal,” he picks her up nuzzling the top of her head with his cheek as she nibbles on the lavender, “How lucky are we? I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy, the only thing we have to be sad about is that soon I won’t be able to hold you like this,”

6) Candle Wax & Polaroids On The Hardwood Floor | Explicit | 13,082 words

Prompt 463: Clumsy modern witch Louis AU where he accidentally gives his roommate Harry a love potion and he has a crisis because he thinks he will get in trouble with the law for technically poisoning someone and Harry’s heart eyes aren’t helping.

7) A Vivid And Wistful Melody | Explicit | 13,137 words

"Slowly, he takes his violin out of its case, listens for a few more minutes to Louis’ flute, before joining him as best as he could. The flute stops for a few seconds, and Harry imagines Louis blinking cutely, taken aback, before huffing with a smile, and starting to play again, on a suddenly far happier tune. Harry closes his eyes as he twirls around the living room, violin in hand and music filling the air. He pictures Louis doing the same in his own flat while being careful as to not step on his cat. Somehow, even with heavy eyes and tired limbs, this is the happiest Harry has ever felt in years."

8) Absolutely Smitten | Mature | 20,120 words

Louis is walking his dog. Harry is walking his cat. Leashes get tangled, and feelings too.

9) I Didn't Fall For You (You Fucking Tripped Me) | Explicit | 20,681 words

These days Louis tends to steer clear of dating alphas. He’s dated too many knotheads in his time, and he’s ready to just focus on school and his friends and his pet monitor lizard, of course. Too bad the alpha next door won’t take a hint and stop using the worst pick up lines of all time on him. He’s really got to stop laughing with him--and talking to him and walking to class with him and letting him bring him coffee and tea and gifts for his lizard and watching Netflix together and...

10) Nocturnal Creatures Are Not So Prudent | Mature | 24,558 words

Louis is a white witch with a little black cat named Hemlock and a best human friend Liam (they're a lot like Samantha Stephens and Louise Tate). When he's dragged out to a new club Liam's heard about from a friend and classmate, Louis comes face to face with that which witches do not touch: a charming vampire by the name of Harry.

11) Weightless | Explicit | 25,332 words

Harry is the best dragon racer the world has ever seen and Louis is an almost-vet who feels like he is carrying the weight of the world.

12) A Common Place Affliction | Explicit | 36,508 words

“You should go home,” Louis muses, and Harry can feel the omega crouch down to become eye level with Harry, poking his cheek with a dainty finger. Harry lifts his arm, taking a peek at Louis’ face. Louis looks tired, he notes, but not exhausted, and there’s an eyelash stuck to his cheek. Harry doesn’t hesitate to lazily reach out and thumb over his cheek. “Can’t,” Harry croaks, blindly twisting his hand around to grab at Louis’ offending finger and just holding it. “C’mere. Take a nap with me,” he asks after a beat, opening an eye to look at Louis. Louis raises an eyebrow. “M’not going to nap with you in the middle of the ER, H.” Sighing, Harry squeezes the young nurse’s finger. “Nobody cares.” He knows they do; they’ll annoy nurses and probably worry patients when they catch sight of a nurse and surgeon sleeping on the job. Let alone in the middle of the emergency ward hallway. Harry can hear the complaints now: ‘these are the people we’re supposed to trust with our lives?’

13) You Wish I Was Yours And I Hope That You're Mine | Explicit | 36,992 words

The one where Harry's a bit strange and Louis doesn't give up easily. Of course, they fall in love.

14) Give Me Love | Explicit | 41,041 words

Louis doesn't feel like a good omega, Harry doesn't remember how to be an alpha, and they figure it out together.

15) This Glass House | Mature | 43,072 words

While deployed, Alpha Harry gets injured by an IED explosion, leaving him to deal with severe injuries in its devastating aftermath. During his road to acceptance and recovery he learns with the help of Louis and their children just how important family can be for the mind, body, and soul.

16) Breakable Heaven | Mature | 44,594 words

“What do you think?” Louis gets captured by Harry’s green eyes, unable to look away or even take a breath. “I think you’re the most magnificent creature I’ve ever met.” “You must not have met many creatures then.” Harry’s eyes glance downward to Louis’ lips and his tongue darts out to wet his own. “None like you.”

17) Yesterday Came Suddenly | Explicit | 48,504 words

They don’t talk about it. The way Harry deflects any and all questions about his past and Louis pretends he isn’t confused or hurt by it. The way Harry keeps a distance between them and Louis acts like he can’t see it creating a wall between them. The way Harry doesn’t always answer honestly and Louis goes along with it as if he can’t tell. They don’t talk about it. Harry knows Louis feels like he doesn’t know him well enough, and it pains him. It pains him every time Louis gets that look on his face that’s a mixture of disappointment, frustration, and confusion. And sometimes, self-blame. It pains him because Louis is wrong. Because even though there is a lot Louis doesn’t know about him, there is so much that he does. He knows what Harry is like at his most vulnerable: curled up on this bed with him in the dark where it’s safest. He knows Harry in a way no one else does.

18) So Much We Didn’t Say | Mature | 53,584 words

Harry’s near fatal accident exposed the cracks in his and Louis’ eleven year marriage. A serious error in judgement by Louis shattered it completely.

19) Secret's Safe With Me | Explicit | 59,208 words

When bad turbulence and three glasses of wine have Louis spilling all of his secrets to the man sitting next to him on the plane, it's embarrassing, sure, but it's also easy enough to shrug off and block out of his memory forever. Or at least, it was until Louis went into work on Monday morning and realized that the man from the plane is the new CEO of his company.

20) Tug-Of-War | Explicit | 63,000 words

Louis' husband dies suddenly and he is left with nothing. Well, not really nothing. He has Harry. And a St. Bernard puppy named Link, whom his late husband left behind for him. Louis takes care of Link and Harry takes care of Louis. Everything is okay until suddenly, it isn't.

21) Sweet Creature | Explicit | 78,282 words

Prompt: "You're having a nightmare and I feel bad because you're trembling and crying so I crawl into bed with you and hold you so you feel safe, but in the morning you wake up with my arms around you and you're really confused and embarrassed."

22) Elysian | Mature | 81,886 words

Harry is running out of time to fall in love, but with Louis, it seems as if there’s all the time in the world.

23) Beautiful War | Mature | 103,379 words

Five years ago, Louis was nearly the next victim in a string of murders plaguing Portland, Oregon. He managed to escape and the Angel Killer was apprehended and sent to prison. Now, Louis' a best-selling author that assists state police with minor cases. He still suffers from the events of the days he'd been held hostage, but he's found ways to cope. That is, until the killings start up again. A body was found in the woods. A body that bared the same signature the media had dubbed: The Angel of Death. Special Agent Harry Styles leads the case, and he doesn't buy into the clairvoyant bullshit that Louis spewed to save face five years ago. He's certain that Louis Tomlinson was involved. Until they meet, and they're both left questioning everything they'd thought to be true.

24) Only You Can Be My Alpha | Explicit | 212,387 words

In a world where one was either an Alpha or an Omega wolf, Louis found himself in a body that could be neither. Born an Omega without the expected characteristics of one, he felt broken, choosing to live as Alpha a lifestyle as he could. Harboring a serious lack of respect for Alphas and their authority complexes, Louis managed to get himself banished from his home, forced to wander the unforgiving woods for years, facing the elements and fighting enemy rogues each time they arose. Unbeknownst to Louis, in a tribe to the southwest of his home, there lived a dysfunctional Alpha, the orphaned pack leader Harry, who had never felt satisfied enough with anyone to settle down and continue his royal line. Living their lives apart thus far, the both of them assumed that they might be alone forever, making the best of things despite this even though it hurt. Chance, luck, or maybe fate brings Louis to this tribe when he’d least expected to receive kindness and shelter from a stranger, and when he arrives, something in his soul pulls him to Harry like a raging river current. The two don’t get off to a good start, but everyone around them can sense the chemistry—and in time they do too.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

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3tabbiesandalab · 2 years

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Chicken Soup and Calamine Lotion

This is for the lovely Anon who sent me my very first request last week. I hope you enjoy!

Sick & doesn't think much of himself Rhett Abbott x Reader

Rhett woke up felt like absolute fucking shit. He couldn’t recall feeling this awful without it being self-inflicted. When he didn’t come down for breakfast that morning, Cecelia had come to rouse him and shrieked at the sight of him. Chickenpox in an adult wasn’t such as common thing, but Rhett had never been vaccinated or caught it as a kid, so here he was 28, feverish, headachy and covered in blisters.

As soon as Cecelia has seen him, she kicked him out of the house and relegated him to the loft above the barn and left him to fend for himself. She said she didn’t want Amy to get sick, seeing as she’d never had it, but Rhett’s pretty sure he got it from one of the kids from her school, so she’d end up with it anyways. But he like always, he did what he was told, even though it meant copping the short end of the stick.

Rhett was miserable, partly due to his ailment and, although he was used to it, he was little upset because his family didn’t seem to give two shits about him at all. But the main reason for his suffering, was he was missing out on his first date with YFN, the girl that had stolen his heart.

YFN was the new nurse at the local clinic, and she was totally out of his league. He’d first seen her at a ‘Parent’s Day’ celebration at Amy’s school, she was there getting to know the people of town and he attended his niece’s request. Perry had been unavailable due to one of his episodes, so Rhett reluctantly had stepped in his stead.

He knew the people town didn’t think that much of him. Rhett couldn’t really blame them; he had a reputation as being bad news after all. Riding, drinking, fucking and trouble was all he was good for. It wasn’t exactly the path that Rhett had chosen for himself, but he certainly hadn’t done much to change the course.

Rhett had noticed her pretty face the moment he’d arrived, she practically lit up the room with her sweet smile and musical laugh. But he’d also seen the hushed whispers of others in her ear, no doubt warning her off the youngest Abbott boy. So Rhett was very surprised when YFN ignored them all and came up to him and introduced herself. She was the total opposite of him – sweet, smart, friendly, and funny, and so goddamn beautiful. She was too good for him, Rhett knew that, but he was instantly smitten.

He’d known for a while that it was time for him to change, but now he had a really good reason to. Rhett promised himself he wouldn’t pursue YFN until he was someone who was worthy of her. That wasn’t easy, seeing as he’d been made to believe he wasn’t worth much his whole life. Just a useless, troublesome, second son. Nonetheless, Rhett put in the effort to change his life, slowing the drinking, quitting all other women, and keeping his nose clean with the sheriff.

He couldn’t help but gravitate towards YFN. They talked when they saw each other in town, danced together at the Handsome Gambler and even flirted when he ended up in the clinic with some injury. Rhett had no idea what she saw in him, and he still felt like he didn’t deserve her, didn’t really feel like he deserved much at all. But he had fallen head over heels for YFN and couldn’t wait any longer to ask her out.

So a couple of days ago, Rhett finally worked up the nerve and found YFN on her lunch break, a bunch of wildflowers in his hand and asked her on a date. She simply rolled her eyes at him and told him it had taken him long enough, before kissing him in full view of anyone passing by. Rhett couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, that was until he woke up this morning feeling like hell.

Rhett had no idea what time it was, he’d been laying in the loft drifting in and out of sleep between fevers and headaches and the intense need to itch the blisters all over his body. His family hadn’t bothered to drop in food or anything for the pain or itch yet, so he was suffering quite a bit. Rhett heard the barn door open and footsteps on the stairs to the loft, hopefully meaning his family had finally remembered to come check on him.

“Rhett? You in here?” YFN’s honey voice filled the air.

“YFN? What… whatcha doin’ here?” Rhett said confused as he popped his head out from under the covers.

YFN put down the large box she was carrying and crossed the small room towards the bed and smiled at him sweetly. “We had a date, or did you forget? Can’t believe you’re in the bloody barn when you’re sick.” she said with a concerned look on her face.

“I would never forget ya. Got kicked out of the house. Ya shouldn’t be here darlin’. Don’t want ya to get sick.” Rhett gave her a weak smile in return.

YFN looked visibly upset “Have they even looked in on you?”

He sighed “No. But they got more important things to worry ‘bout.”

“Oh sweet boy. You’re so important. Don’t worry ‘bout me. I’ve had chickenpox before. Lemme check you out hmm.” she smiled gently at him.

Rhett keened at the name and stared at her in awe. YFN drew back the blankets and he was hot and sweaty, his face, neck, and torso covered in pox. She had a serious look on her face as she felt his forehead and assessed his general condition.

“Ya don’t have to waste ya time worryin’ ‘bout me.” Rhett said softly as she tutted over the blisters he’d been trying hard not to scratch.

YFN looked at him quizzically then her face softened “Time spent with you would never be a waste, Rhett. Let’s get you sorted out, ok?”

Rhett nodded dumbly. He wasn’t used to hearing things like that.

“We’ve gotta get your fever down baby and get you to stop itchin’ or you’ll scar that pretty face of yours.” she said, sweet smile on her face.

He chuckled “Ya must be crazy with a fever if ya think my mug is pretty.”

YFN shook her head “Nope not crazy. You’re the prettiest man I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Now take these, they’ll help with your temperature and the itch.” and she handed him some pills and water.

Rhett felt himself blush and did what he was told and took the medicine. He knew he’d do anything she’d ever ask of him.

YFN took his hand and pulled him to his feet and pushed him towards the small bathroom “Now into the shower with you, not too hot so it doesn’t flare up your skin. I promise it’ll make you feel better.”

“Yes ma’am.” he said and slowly made his way to the old bathroom and turned on the shower as instructed. Rhett didn’t quite know what to make of the situation. He’d never had a woman take care of him before. It took a while for the crappy shower to warm up, but once had, Rhett hoped in and stood under the water. YFN was right, it felt good, and he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling.

He heard the shower curtain being pulled back and opened his eyes to a very naked YFN hoping into the shower with him. Despite being sick, Rhett couldn’t help but let his eyes wander the expanse of skin in front of him. From her lovely face to her full tits, smooth stomach, flared hips and the dark thatch of curls between her thick thighs.

“Ah-hm. My eyes are up here” YFN cleared her throat and his eyes flicked back up the smirk on her face, “As much as I’m admiring the view as well, we’ll save that for when you’re feeling better hmm.”

“S-sorry. Can’t help it. Ya fuckin’ gorgeous.” Rhett said apologetically but with a wry smile. “What are ya doin’ in here?” he asked.

YFN poured some shampoo in her hands and stepped towards him “Takin’ care of you. Turn around.” she directed.

He did just that and felt YFN massage her hands through his hair. Rhett closed his eyes and revelled in the feeling of her touching him and even though he was sick, it felt amazing, and he couldn’t help but get half hard. She dragged the shampoo suds down over his neck, shoulders and back and dipped lower over his ass. Rhett started to shiver.

“Turn around.” YFN commanded lightly, and Rhett did exactly what he was told, he was putty in her hands.

She washed his arms, chest, fingers tracing the tattoo on his pec as she went. Eyes still closed, Rhett felt her spread the suds to his stomach, and lower stopping just short of his cock and he held in a moan.

“Next time okay sweet boy. Now rinse off.” he heard her almost whisper.

He quickly washed his legs and the other places she hadn’t touched and let the water rinse the shampoo off his hair and body. Rhett opened his eyes to look at YFN. She was wet from the water, had a small shy smile and her cheeks and neck flushed pink. God was she a sight. Rhett’s body began to shake slightly, from his fever or having her so close to him, he didn’t know.

YFN shut off the water “Come on let’s get you back to bed baby. I don’t want you to freeze and I still gotta cover you in calamine lotion.”

She wrapped a fluffy towel around Rhett and quickly dried herself before gently helping him dry off too before guiding him back to the freshly made bed. “Where’d ya get the linens from?” he thought out aloud, in awe of her thoughtfulness and he still had no idea what he’d done to deserve it.

YFN sighed “I ah might’ve gone to the house first and had words with your family. I don’t think I’m very popular.” as she handed him some fresh boxer shorts to step into.

Rhett looked at her in wonder as she gently pushed him to sit on the bed “Ya had it out with my family?” he murmured.

“Uh-huh. Not sure your daddy likes me very much. But they can’t just put you out here and leave you to fend for yourself. Adults with chickenpox can get seriously ill.” YFN said becoming slightly agitated as she furiously shook a bottle of pinkish liquid.

Rhett gently placed his hand on her arm, and she relaxed at his touch “If it makes ya feel any better, he doesn’t like me much neither.” he chuckled.

That earned a small smile from YFN, and she started dabbing the pink liquid on his blisters. Rhett hissed at the cool sensation, but it felt good on his itchy skin.

“Sorry sweet boy. The calamine lotion is a bit cold at first, but it’ll dry down and help with the itch.” she cooed as she stippled the liquid all over his body. Rhett smiled softly at her and watched YFN while she worked, her brows furrowed in concentration.

After a short while, YFN stopped what she was doing and locked eyes with him “Rhett. You know they’re stupid if they don’t like you, stupid if they don’t see the person you are. People are always remindin’ me that you’re wild and lost, but I tell ‘em they’re wrong. I see you tryin’ to change, even though you don’t have to. You’re perfect just as you are - a kind, loving, hard-working man with a good heart.”

Rhett sucked in a small breath, he was stunned. No one had ever talked about him like that or defended him, much less gone up against his family. He gazed at her face in amazement, and she smiled sweetly at him, adoration in her eyes.

“I know you don’t believe it. But you will baby. I’ll make sure of it.” she said simply and kissed him softly. It felt amazing but Rhett’s body began to tremble, and his teeth chattered and YFN laughed lightly, “Right back into bed with you.”

Rhett cursed his stupid body for ruining the moment but did what he was told and got under the covers to warm up. He watched as YFN dropped her towel and dressed herself. She winked at him and exaggerated her movements, not hiding her gorgeous curvy body from his appreciative stare.

She walked over to the box she’d brought and pulled out a thermos and mugs and hopped into bed with him. “Dinner and a show for our first official date.” she said cheekily, and Rhett laughed as she poured what looked like chicken soup into a mug for him. God she was so fucking sweet, he still couldn’t believe that she cared about him or that anyone would go to all this trouble for him.

“Darlin’ this isn’t exactly what I had planned.” he mused as he sipped the soup, “Mmm this is nice. Ya make this just for me?” and YFN nodded wide smile on her face.

They chatted and laughed as they ate, Rhett despite being sick and so goddamn itchy, had never felt so fortunate and happy. He was in awe of YFN.

Rhett looked at her as his eyes and body started to get heavy with fatigue and said softly “A beautiful, smart, funny girl feedin’ me, takin’ care of me. Gonna have to marry ya ‘fore ya come to ya senses and see I ain’t worth the trouble.”

YFN frowned then smiled lovingly at him “Well if that’s what it takes to show you, you’re worth it, I’ll do it tomorrow.” she replied as she removed the mug from his hand and pushed him gently to lay down.

Rhett yawned “Even when I’m covered in pox and pink shit?” he joked lazily as his eyes fluttered closed.

“I told you already. You’re the prettiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’m gone when it comes to you. Sweet dreams Rhett.” he heard YFN’s honey voice reply and felt her shift beside him, and he wrapped his arms around her instinctively.

Rhett hummed in contentment. His fuzzy brain still couldn’t believe anyone would want him or treat him so well. He was completely gone for YFN too. And he would do anything to be worthy of her.

As exhaustion pulled him under, and Rhett whispered “Thank ya so much for this darlin’. Promise our second date will be better, okay?”

Almost fully asleep he didn’t quite catch YFN’s reply but it sounded like “I love you sweet boy.” and Rhett vowed to himself as soon as he woke up, he would tell her how much he loved her too.

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mobius-m-mobius · 5 months

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Keep rotating a theoretical fic in my mind where our Mobius ends up with the two kids to raise, and introduces Loki to them. However. This is one of the universes where Loki attacked New York, and the boys very quickly realize who he is. They are understandably disconcerted by this (although they trust Mobius too much to be genuinely frightened because this is a very angst!lite fic in my head), and while they are soon awed/delighted/amused by Loki, they decide to keep up the act for a bit, on the Thor-ish child's side because he wants to make sure his Dad's not being overly nice and innocent and putting himself in danger, and the Loki-ish child for initially the same reason; however he very quickly decides Loki's alright but keeps egging his brother on because he thinks making the grownups sweat is very funny. And oh boy is it working. Loki is sweating bullets, puling out all the stops, has never been so desperate for approval as he is from these two small children because how long will Mobius keep around someone who scares his kids?? Mobius is having a less bad time on the whole; he can tell his kids aren't horribly frightened (even if he can't seem to make Loki believe he's not just trying to calm him when he says so), but he sure is on edge. Keeps coming up with new elaborate strategies to facilitate at least baseline civility from his kids towards Loki (he struggles to quiet the nagging fear that if it goes on too long Loki might decide the unpleasantness of engaging with this central part of Mobius' life just isn't worth it). Thinks maybe it'd be best if they give the kids a bit of distance to adjust *cue Loki materializing in the room with a gaming console that won't be out for another month and worryingly realistic wooden swords and three new kid-friendly magic routines and would the kids like to meet his brother's buddy Hogun who can train them with those sw—" Most importantly, Mobius has got to put a stop to this because he's pretty sure that whatever it started as this has developed into his children's scheme to manipulate a god into making them the proud owners of a sailboat and a horse. And it's working.

Anon thank you for giving me enough life to get through the upcoming day 😂💖

Honestly even though it's not something I see Mobius wanting in series I'm obsessed from a fic perspective with the thought of him stepping in to take care of the kids perhaps after Don gets taken by the TVA after his nexus event?? Then because he's always been smitten by minor facts like Loki taking over a major US city he doesn't really consider the impact that's had back on the timeline while it's always in the back of Loki's mind, so when it comes time to make introductions Loki assumes any nervousness or hesitation is because of his reputation when in reality Mobius is just worried they'll be upset he's been clearly dating this entire time and didn't say anything 😅

Cue Mobius being pleased the cautious greetings and wide eyed stares being passed back and forth are pretty much the best case scenario here while the kids instantly enter the exact situation you described of cautiously then much, much more boldly testing exactly how dedicated Loki is to their dad, first out of concern then just to push the boundaries of how much cool stuff they can get after realizing how amazing Loki is and how much they like spending time with someone who gets the need for chaos lmao.

(Cue Mobius not being so pleased when the house starts magically expanding like a Tardis to fit increasingly large and at times alarming sentient objects that were definitely not there when he made breakfast and no one's convincing him otherwise but who would want life any other way 🤣)

#this is so so GOOD thank you again for such an amazing ask!!!#all this time we're waiting for them to come back they're co-parenting in cleveland and everything's grand i just know it #i'm not even a kid person myself but lokius at pta meetings and stuff is revitalizing me like nothing i could've dreamed of 😂#will definitely be living in the amazing scenario you created all day and would love to know if the fic ever becomes reality #or about any other ideas you'd love to share!! tysm for sharing and am sending all the love your way to have an amazing day 💖#ask

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wh0refornikolailantsov · 11 months

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Is there any chance you could do a crow!reader x Tamar fic? There’s never enough written about her and I love the way you do it

You Cannot Push Me Away - Tamar Kir Bataar

Content Warnings: Canon Compliant Threat And Violence. Not Beta / Proof Read.

A crow isn't exactly where Tamar thought she would be cashing in her chips exactly, but love is found in odd places, Tamar was no stranger to that concept. And in love she is, smitten her brother might say if he could see her right now, hanging from every word you speak as if she did not know all the things you've done.

You can't ignore the way she is looking at you, the way she talks to you, that smile that she only seems to get around you, the way her eyes light up and you can hear her heartbeat just as clearly as she can likely hear yours. And you can't quite understand it.

Tamar is a soldier, a woman with faith and a cause, and you... you work with the greatest thief in Kerch, maybe anywhere. Or work for, you guess is more accurate.

She has taken the time she has spent here in Ketterdam, on some mission she hasn't told you much about, and you haven't asked much about, getting to know you. And in the barrel, you wear your wins like armour to anyone who isn't Stadwatch, so she knows your sins, she knows what you have done, admitted to or not to get you where you are, to survive the barrel, to suit The Dregs, to keep moving. And yet she still looks at you like that.

"Come on little bird," she tries, her tone like silk and sugar. It makes you want to agree with anything she says, agree to anything she asks of you. But what she is asking is crazy and you won't lose sight of that.

"Crow's are actually medium sized birds," you counter.

"Nice try," she replies, "come on, say you'll leave with me, let me take you back to Ravka, let me spoil you."

You laugh, walking the wall as she keeps to the street, you feel safe up here, one misstep from falling, keeps you calm, focused, and Tamar... Tamar makes you feel like you could depend on someone, rely on someone, that someone could know you and love you at the same time.

"Tamar..."

"Say my name like that gorgeous and I may just have to climb up there and kiss you," she says.

"Threat or a promise," you tease back.

"Can't flirt your way out of this one," Tamar says. "Come away with me."

"I can't," you tell her. You're walking faster, but not as fast as you're running in your mind. For someone who is saying they can't leave, you've gotten so good at running away. You've convinced yourself no one could understand you, love you and stay.

"Why?" Tamar asks.

"Why?" you echo.

"Give me one good reason," Tamar says, "a real reason."

"I feel like I am going to hurt you," you explain, but Tamar just keeps smiling at you. You've never known someone to be as fierce, as relentless, as endlessly down to fight as Tamar, able to look so welcoming in the face of a threat. A non intentional threat, but a threat none the less.

"You won't hurt me," Tamar says plainly. She looks at you so certain, so adamant. Like all her faith is in this statement, like she knows nothing else to be as true as those words. She speaks them so easily. But you know yourself, and you want to be what she sees you as but your fears that all you've done to become who you are will keep you from being anything more are ever present. And you do not want to be that person for Tamar, you want to believe in who you could have been if things were different. But you cannot put that on her. You can't.

"It's not a risk I would like to take," you say, an amount of rage flaring up in your voice, you suck the air in through your teeth trying to keep the flames at bay.

"There's a risk in anything," Tamar says, her fingers absentmindedly brushing over the blade of one of her axes. "Always in life, and especially in love."

"You're not hearing me," Tamar can see your frustration as clearly as you can feel it. "I am scared I am going to hurt you." Admitting to fear, something you had hoped you would never have to do again. Being a in the dregs, being a crow, you'd really hoped you'd left fear in a lockbox in the back of your mind, or at least that you could hide it behind walls, and fake stoicism. You had hoped you'd never had to admit to the weakness of fear again, Kaz would never. You wanted to be more like Kaz.

"I am not scared of getting hurt," Tamar says, "I can handle it."

"Tamar... I mean hurt you, hurt you, like... get you killed kind of hurt you," you say biting your tongue hard, almost enough to draw blood, hoping that it can give you composure, keep you from shaking. You like Tamar, you really like Tamar. She was the first good thing you've ever known. The first thing you make you feel like a real person and not a weapon. The first person who wanted to care for you, and not want anything in return. Tamar works on honour. You'd never met a person like that. Tamar expects nothing in return for what she has offered you. She isn't striking a bargain or trying to get the upper hand like every other person in this rotten city. She has faith in something more than riches. She has a calling that gives her purpose and not greed. She's good. She has blood on her hands, and a fight in her that keeps raging, and yet she is somehow still good. If you told her that you did not want her, because you did not want her, and not because you were scared to want her, she would ask nothing of you. She would give you the space you need and not punish you for it.

But you want her, of course you want her, you've never wanted anything as much as you want her.

"Then kill me," Tamar says, stepping closer, "I'd like to see you try, and honestly, it's the only thing that will stop me wanting to be beside you, only in death will you free me from that."

#shadow and bone #grishaverse #six of crows #tamar kir bataar #tamar x reader #tamar kir bataar x reader #tamar kir bataar fic #tamar kir bataar fanfic #tamar kir bataar x crow reader #the crows #six of crows reader

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raysources · 2 years

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 — a collection of one - liners taken from the 2014 film, what we do in the shadows. slightly edited for clarity. change pronouns as necessary.

❛ it’s 6 PM in the nighttime , which is when i wake up . �� ❛ i like the company . ❜ ❛ i just really like having a good time with my friends . ❜ ❛ you don’t have to come , but i thought i’d extend an invitation to you just in case . ❜ ❛ well , i’m glad to hear that i’m cool . ❜ ❛ i’m embarrassed when people come over here . ❜ ❛ and we’re still friends today . ❜ ❛ vampires have had a pretty bad rap . ❜ ❛ i was smitten . ❜ ❛ i thought , “ you know what ? to hell with it . i’m going to go . ” ❜ ❛ that’s about as long as i can wear that . ❜ ❛ when you’re a vampire , you become very sexy . ❜ ❛ i go for a look which i call , “ dead but delicious . ” ❜ ❛ i’ve been a very thirsty girl . ❜ ❛ what are you doing tonight ? ❜ ❛ he tells me what to do , i do it . ❜ ❛ oh , it’s a little bit of blood . ❜ ❛ i was just wondering if we could talk about the . . . the deal . ❜ ❛ i just feel like i’m the best version of myself that i can be . ❜ ❛ i like to make a real evening of it . ❜ ❛ well , that didn’t go so great . ❜ ❛ it’s a real mess in there . ❜ ❛ you were the one that started calling me that , and then it kind of caught on . ❜ ❛ [ name ] , are you a virgin at all ? ❜ ❛ if you’re going to eat a sandwich , you’d just enjoy it more if you knew no one had fucked it . ❜ ❛ how does it feel to have a snake for a penis ? ❜ ❛ my penis has disappeared . ❜ ❛ no one’s gonna mistake your penis for a cobra , [ name ] , okay ? ❜ ❛ who let [ name ] out ? ❜ ❛ i think everyone has always wanted to fly . ❜ ❛ why don’t you use the front door ? ❜ ❛ you’ve got a whole documentary crew following you around . ❜ ❛ i’m doing an erotic dance for my friends , and you ruined it . ❜ ❛ i don’t know if i’m accepted yet . but . . . i don’t know , i think it’s getting there . ❜ ❛ it would be cool to just hang out with them . ❜ ❛ they can teach me some stuff . ❜ ❛ the way i see it , i’ve got a whole new family . ❜ ❛ he just thinks that i’ve just met some colorful friends . ❜ ❛ i can smell werewolves . ❜ ❛ i heard that , mate . i’ve got sensitive hearing . ❜ ❛ you’re on camera , mate . ❜ ❛ we’re werewolves , not swear - wolves . ❜ ❛ that’s a very offensive word to call people . ❜ ❛ why are you swearing all the time ? ❜ ❛ what do you do when someone tells you that they’re a vampire ? ❜ ❛ he’s definitely my best mate . ❜ ❛ i’m not gonna eat him . ❜ ❛ i’ll never eat him ‘cause he’s my mate . ❜ ❛ at first i wanted to kill him . but now i’m glad i spent the time to get to know him . ❜ ❛ he’s a . . . vegetarian . ❜ ❛ there is a crucifix behind you . ❜ ❛ with humans , there’s a tendency to die . ❜ ❛ i’m the main guy in “ twilight ” . ❜ ❛ how many people have you told you’re a vampire ? ❜ ❛ i’m a vampire hunter , man . ❜ ❛ i’ll tell the whole world that you’re an asshole . ❜ ❛ i don’t care about your stupid jacket . ❜ ❛ i’ll say it . i’m over being a vampire . ❜ ❛ i’ll say it . i’m over being a vampire . it’s shit . don’t believe the hype . ❜ ❛ i just stepped back , and let her live her life . ❜ ❛ get out of the sunlight ! ❜ ❛ i will tear out your tongue and shove it down your ass ! ❜ ❛ i really hope that those guys don’t kill those police because it will mean more police will come . ❜ ❛ well , his soul is in hell . ❜ ❛ just have a bit of dialogue about it . ❜ ❛ i'd like you to find your own original style . ❜ ❛ i hope you never see the beast . ❜ ❛ just leave me to do my dark bidding on the internet ! ❜ ❛ we were very sexually explosive . ❜ ❛ nice to meet you , asshole . ❜ ❛ fuck off to a tree . ❜ ❛ get that camera out of my face ! ❜ ❛ you have to watch everyone die . ❜ ❛ if i know [ name ] , this was probably the way he wanted to go . . . ❜ ❛ if i know [ name ] , this was probably the way he wanted to go . . . disembowled by werewolves . ❜ ❛ i hope i made you feel better . ❜ ❛ i’m the alpha male , so i made the call . ❜ ❛ what are you laughing at now , though ? ❜ ❛ laugh with the group . ❜

#what we do in the shadows rp #rp meme #sentence starters #rp prompts #ask meme #mine.#mine : prompts.

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absoluteindulgence · 9 months

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A/N: HEEEEY YOU GUYSSSSSS, I POPPED THESE HEADCANONS OUT OF NOWHWEREEEE. I KNOW ITS BEEN A WHILE, DONT COME FOR ME JUST READ AND TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU LIKE IT LOL🤎✨️✨️✨️ I will say tho I wrote this from my phone because like the goofy I am, I spilled water on my laptop and gotta get it replaced🤭 So any edits I need to make will be in the near future🤎 Also Ironically I'm posting this 4:44PM☺️

Toji with Yoga!Girlfriend

SFW

He's learned what it means to be calm. You would meditate around him and at first he would always want to break your focus but afterward he'd sit with you and just breathe. He found it extremely calming when a rush of anger would wash over him.

He's in awe at the many Yoga Poses you can do and how focused you are when executing them. He's worked hard to bulk up his body but he can't say that he's as balanced as you. Which is why he has so much respect for you too.

Let's be real, you're over here talking about the healing power of crystals and he does not believe in none of that shit. It takes for him to have an out-of-the-blue migraine to do your "mumbo jumbo shit" on him and he might only admit that for a second, it worked. But he believes just laying in your lap is what did the trick.

You smell so fucking nice. You're the type to use essential oils more than perfume and it shows. Any scent that you're using that day is stuck to you and becomes your natural scent. One that's so pleasant it keeps Toji in your space more than usual.

You're highly intentional with your actions and he can sense it. You have this layer of love, honesty, and devotion that keeps him on his toes. It's hard to make him breathless but you're such a wonderful woman that he looks to you for comfort in more than just the sexual sense. You've proven to be a great pillar in his life and he's smitten by you based on how you're so open to loving him and in return, he provides the love and protection you desire. In his way, he'll cheerily thank a star for aligning you "or some shit" together. You give him a level of stability he's never seen or had in a very long time.

NSFW

Now this man has spun the block a couple of times but damn would he feel like there are way too many new experiences with you.

This man did not know what Kegels were until you showed him on one particular rainy day. This was closer to the beginning of your relationship and you would say, "Hey Babe, let's try something new" You're ideas usually come out more good than bad so he doesn't deny you. The first time you tighten yourself around him, the face he makes is voided of all smugness, it's a culmination of shock and humor. "Fuck, Treasure... How are you doing that????" His brows furrow too tight as he comprehends real "Pussy Power". Let's just say thunderstorms weren't the only thing to erupt.

The massages you give this man always lead him to visit heaven. You touch him in ways that he thought were just simple and had no other meaning than its initial reaction. Every graze from your fingertips stimulates his mind further than what he's expected to feel. His stiffy gets all twitchy, and the usual tense and ready-to-defend muscles relax. He instantly exhales when touched by you. Your hands are so skilled, you gently graze over all the sensitive spots he has and treat them with delicate consideration heightening his experience. The way your fingers caress the tip of his manhood trailing down the shaft, with a gentle kneading of his swollen, ready-to-burst balls is enough to get the most intense guttural groans ever known out of him.

You create such sensual atmospheres for him that he's taken aback. Incense or aroma diffusers, slow jams playing at a low volume in the back, you bought these twinkling lights for a dreamy effect, and after a while they leave him charmed to say the least.

This goes without saying but he loves to watch you stretch. It's a reminder of the limits he can set on your body since you prep every day. He's eager to see which way you'll bend for him just to get to that right spot. Arch perfectly sloped, HAMMERTIME. Sucking him off while doing a bridge, how many kids you want? Or something as simple as tucking your legs behind your head? You're in trouble for the rest of the night!

The worst of it all is you introducing him to Kamasutra... You told him you want to do every position. No matter how weird or uncomfortable it might be and man, you wore this man out one night in particular. It's the first time during sex that he's ever tapped out and you paid for it in the next sex session lol

#fushiguro toji #big daddy toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji x yoga!girlfriend #let yo body do that yoga #jjk fanfic #jjk headcanons #jjk character x you #jjk character x reader #Mar☆Posts

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siriuslysatorusimping · 8 months

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but imagine if yuzuki and gojo met what would that be like 😭 i just have a scene in my head where yuzuki is interrogating and teasing them and maybe she’ll pull gojo to the side and threaten and say “take care of her” 😭

Oh, let me tell you that Yuzuki would have adored Gojo.

I AM A WORDY BITCH WHO RANTS SO THE REST IS BELOW THE CUT 😬🙃😭

You can read Another Level on AO3 💕

She'd have taken one look at him and immediately zeroed in on how smitten the boy already was, even early on. She would have seen the similarities in him and Naobito, as well. But, she'd have seen that Gojo was more open in his intentions. More straightforward. Remember, he set the expectations with Rinko right away. Naobito let Yuzuki think he was single and in love with her (he was a lil in love with her). And didn't tell her he was married until he tried to convince her not to have Rinko.

He would have loved her, too. Because she was literally the reason for all of the good in Rinko. All of the things that Rinko has pointed out to him over the years, the conversations that they had in Interrupted Evening and Silence Louder Than Words were because Rinko had Yuzuki as a mother. So Gojo would have absolutely adored her.

BUT, Yuzuki also would have, in that one look, seen all of the pain and trauma he carried. And she would have looked him dead in the eye and ordered him not to let that affect how he treated her daughter. Hmmmm, maybe I could do a "What If" of that?? 🤔🤔🤔🤔

Rinko purposefully kept as much as she could about Gojo from her mother, because she knew that the perceptive woman would see the potential in Gojo and would likely push for something Rinko never believed to be possible. And, sadly, if Yuzuki were still alive - like I've said before - there wouldn't have been room in Rinko's life for Gojo to become so important.

Maybe that could be a lil blurb I write??

You guys wanna know if Gojo has ever been to Yuzuki's grave since that first time back in New Memories?? (he has, once, and it was without Rinko) Maybe that could be a lil blurb?? 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

#gojo satoru x original female character #gojo satoru fanfic #another level #another level asks #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo fanfic #sweet asks #sweet anons

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Private Show

TW: Obsessive behaviors. Dark Rafe! Smut. Degrading Language. Language. Rough sex.

SUMMARY: Taken to a strip club to close a business deal with his father, Rafe has his eyes on a specific exotic danger who he must make his…

WORD COUNT: 3500

Private Show

You couldn’t believe your life had come to this. You were smart and cunning, charming and motivated. And yet a simple collection of bad decisions by trusting the wrong people, a broken heart, and too many burned bridges to find salvation, and you were left taking off your clothes to make ends meet. Even if there lay a sense of liberation once the music drowned out the graying morality reminding you of wasted potential, the guilt of hundreds of singles collected at the end of each night, brought you to tears of your circumstances. But it was all you had. All you knew. And much like a moth to a flame, you thrived in it.

You were able to become lost in the tempo, sexuality keeping your insecurities veiled, as every night passed in a blur from the ones before. The same patrons pawing at you, becoming quickly reprimanded, as you would resume your sashay.

This was why when he entered the club, you hadn’t even lifted your gaze, despite the way he’d become flustered the second he’d realized where he was. Although he was of an appropriate age, it paled in comparison to any magazines he'd seen of girls synonymous to you. This was different. This was right before his eyes. This was real. This was even attainable…

But even with the sight of women mostly bare, swaying their hips and revealing themselves in pasties and thongs, his eyes fixated on the business at hand. Not by choice, but in desperation for his father’s approval. Approval even if earned after using the skin of his teeth, wouldn’t be accepted wholeheartedly-belittled entirely, and eventually forgotten.

Because of this, his eyes began to wander. Over the lights of the stage, over the smoke cascading the faux mahogany draped in black curtains accented in bedazzled gems to appear like stars, and finally, to you.

The second his eyes met you, he’d surrendered all sense of independence, swallowed by the imagery you’d offered him. But it wasn’t because of the lingerie tight across your perfect curves or the way you’d obeyed the role expected of you. Instead, it was your shameless freedom as you were lost in yourself, hand running the extent of your body in a fleeting confidence only allowed once on that stage, as he both envied and adored it. So much that he’d risen to his feet absentmindedly, all to view you closer.

“I want her…” The words spoken from his lips were unheard by you, but enough to drive his father to his side, a silent conversation muted by the bass of the current song, as you’d only noticed him once he was berated by his father. The six foot three blonde was fixated on you in such a way that was unique and even new for you. It was almost as if you weren’t an object to store as a memorry for when he was sexually frustrated or even a temorary form of current entertainment. Instead, he’d look at you as if you were a precious doll who he needed to purchase solely for safekeeping. As if his gaze itself could offer that promise to you that he'd protect you, you allowed your eyes to linger just long enough before returning to your routine.

Following your set, you descended the steps of the stage to find your boss motioning you over to a specific figure, familiar as he’d been beside the boy who was clearly smitten with you.

“I’d like to introduce you to Ward Cameron…” His hand extended, rough from labor yet manicured as if to showcase his financial influence, verified by his expensive watch and arrogance.

“How can I help you , Mister Cameron?” You remained polite, flashing your confident smile, before he suddenly revealed a thick stack of cash wound within a rubber band.

“It seems you’ve intrigued my son…” He looked in the direction of the man in question, who was staring at you over the rim of his chosen drink as you’d offered a kind smile.

“And I am willing to…pay for your time for the night…” Your eyes quickly shot to your boss as you were being sequestered for a service you weren’t exactly used to providing. A section of VIP clients reserved for girls with larger breasts and wider asses were much more desirable to many of the patrons, and yet, this specific customer was taken with you.

“You would be helping me…Trying to close a business deal with things he doesn’t understand…Besides, he is being quite…adamant. I’m sure I can trust you can keep him..entertained…” For the reason of intrigue alone, you’d agreed, the sight of pristine cash not exactly leading you to reject. After all, it was a simple strip tease that meant not having to decide between hot water or electricity this month. As a client like him meant stability-even if he himself was anything but.

The second the curtain came closed, you found him in awe of you, more so once realizing you were alone for his gaze. But this wonder was almost childlike as if you were the first woman he’d ever seen. Perhaps in many ways, you were. The first in lingerie. The first to stay-at least for the time in which you’d been ‘paid’ for. But it was enough to fuel his erotomania in reference to you.

“Do you want to sit?” You offered to the velvet couch set across the room as his eyes remained devoted to you, as if he dared to blink or look elsewhere, that you’d disappear.

“Do you want me to call you anything special?” You asked, moving across the small space as he’d only offer his name while you manipulated the playlist to set your confidence at its peak. But he’d only watched you prepare.

The idea of being ogled exclusively by one set of eyes had managed to rattle your nerves beyond the hundreds that came in and out of these doors on any other Friday night. But this was because they usually fell to you heavy indrunkedness while his were full of life but also somehow frightening. As if his thoughts were broadcast beside his tribulations that would leave him still in reservation but on the brink of action; action you couldn’t tell if it would be harmless or fatal…

“If you want something specific, don’t be shy…” You spoke sweetly as he parted his lips while your hand came to his cheek.

“I want to be the girl of your dreams…” You explained into his ear as he surprised you by taking a sudden hold of your wrist. When realizing he’d acted upon this, he apologized in a hollow set of words and released your wrist as you were allowed to continue.

The tempo of this specific song was perfect for the notes hit with your sway. A trance made by the devotion of his cool blue eyes left you in a silent admiration as you basked in holding such a focus. You loved the attention as it did wonders for your self-esteem. And yet coming from him, it made you feel valuable-priceless. Even though his eyes burned wide with lust, it was done in such a way that was as if you were a piece of art for him. For this, you’d deliver every part of your body to him in gratitude.

Before you knew it, you had become lost in your rhythm, the playlist reaching its conclusion without any issues from your patron. Instead, he’d reclined in the chair, studying every motion of your body as if he would be tested once you’d finished. The memory of the way you’d pressed so close, never quite touching him, was enough to keep him still as you’d offered a sweet smile as the music came to an end.

“I hope I was everything you wanted-” You’d attempted to move away from him and into the sheer curtain on the rival side of the room that led to a corridor and a large changing room frequented by your fellow dancers, finding his grip to take your parted thighs in a hover over his leg. The way his fingers were both soft and dominant, eyes somehow innocent yet engulfed with desire, was intoxicating yet inappropriate. For this reason, you’d taken your hands softly to his wrists.

“Sorry, hon, but you can’t touch…all part of the policy…” Your voice was pulled into a drawl of unintentional seduction, a smirk now forming from the corner of your lips. But in your belief this would be enough to deter him, he’d suddenly taken a hold on the back of your neck to lower you completely onto his knee. The usual manhandling you’d become accustomed to didn’t compare to his as it parted your lips into a gasp and felt exhilarating from how bold and even privileged he had been.

“I’ll pay anything…” His eyes beset you in continued infatuation, specifically your lips as his came apart in the slip of his tongue. The idea brought your chest to an incline, a scoff leaving your lips.

“I’m not for sale that way, tiger…” As you attempted to lift again, he’d tightened his grip on the back of your neck.

“Then let me take you to dinner.” You’d had a fair share of desperate guys try and convince you they could wine and dine you into their beds-some being so vulgar to try and do so in this very room. Because of this, you were also used to letting them all down with a polite rejection with the occasional asshole needing to be removed by security. But you had a feeling this would be different…

“Anywhere you want to go…anything you want to eat…” He was desperate, almost breathless by the pull behind each offering.

“I’m sorry, I don’t date clients…” Once again, your attempt to move would be infiltrated by his tightening grip, only now, also feeling him move in such a way between your thighs that brought the most delicious friction against panties already damp with your own thoughts.

“Who said anything about dating?” His eyes descended your fame as he spoke, soaking in how you hadn’t tried to flee or counter him, you simply remained to hear his words, doing so in amusement more than anything else, but fueling a false sense of security in him while entertaining him.

“You’re just so perfect…” His words were spoken with such an intensity that left you suddenly claustrophobic while he used his second hand along your leg, inching closer to your thighs until his thumb brushed the sensitive seam of your hip. But even if you could have allowed yourself to fall into him, consumed by his aura of mystery and exhilaration, you needed this job. You needed the security it offered, the freedom taking the stage gave you, and even the rush of adrenaline in such attention once claiming it. But he WAS adamant, just as his father described. Dangerously so and used to getting his way.

You led your hand to his chest, enough to feel his heart hammering against his chest before you felt that grip now lessen as his second hand mirrored the one at your hip. The goosebumps informed him of your silent consent as he didn’t waste time adoring you in your lingerie as it was a sight witnessed by so many others. He wanted what was beneath-what was inside…what only he would know.

“SO fucking perfect…” He muttered, his jaw clenching as now rounded your ass, the pristine curve turning his caress into a claw.

“ALL fucking MINE…” You chuckled at this, aware you were a fantasy to so many, professions of desire and even love not unfamiliar to you. And yet, with his novice experience with a girl as self-sufficient as yourself, you couldn’t help but find humor in it. The belief he thought you NEEDED him was all too amusing to you.

“I’m nobody’s-” These words switched something within him. Everything stilled. His eyes froze into yours. His chest didn’t rise or fall in a breath, similar to your own. Even the very air around you seemed to grow thin before the most sinister of words fell from the most tempting set of lips inching closer to you.

“You are tonight…” Before you could rival him, he had you lifted around him, pressed against the wall across the room. His touch was electric; thorough and passionate, yet possessive and domineering-the effortlessness in guiding you only deepening your own arousal and therefore your allowance. He carried his dominant hand to your hip, tracing the perimeter of your plump-hued panties, darkened at the center with your slick. Once reaching your other hip, he then dipped beyond the fabric, continuing until finding this evidence of your lust.

“Jesus, you’re soaking wet and I’ve hardly even touched you…” His words suddenly returned you to the consequences of your limited inhibitions.

“We-You can’t-” But he only grinned at your objection .

“But I am…” He began to rub your clothed clit, your eyes closing and mouth parting in approval, as he continued these motions, “And you’re gonna fucking let me….”

“Your back pulled into an arch as his thumb remained stationed at your clit, a series of horizontal rubs responsible for the curve made of your spine.

“Bucking into my hand already? You deprived, doll?” You couldn’t even ballpark the last time someone had made you feel like this-the realization arriving to you rather quickly that nobody had. Not even your own fingers. No toys. Just HIS fingers had you circling in orbit between satisfaction and deprivation, both offered and threatened to be taken away at his will.

“Mmmm…” You groaned behind your clenched lips as his fingers suddenly climbed to your throat.

“Such a pretty little neck…” He addressed in admiration before applying the pressure of dominance beneath his grasp. Your hand quickly wrapped around his wrist in a grip more desperate than the one he held onto you, as your eyes shot open to witness him.

“Rafe-”

“God, I love how you say my name…Does it make you wet?” You hesitated, your silence caused by the penetration of his fingers, forcing his grip to tighten.

“It IS for ME, right?” His fingers quickened against you.

“I wouldn’t want to make you come if you’re thinking of someone else…all this work I’m puttin’ in and you’re not even thinking of ME?” He wore an expression of being insulted as you were quick to answer.

“I-” You choked, his hand releasing just enough for you to speak.

“Better tell me soon, I’m losing my patience…”

“You.”

“What about me, doll?” He pulled at your annoyance.

“It’s for you…” You managed the utterance as he scoffed.

“But what do I get out of it? Huh? You let all of these guys watch you…I’m sure you’ve even let a few touch you…So what do I get if you’re a mess for me?” You swallowed hard, aware he wanted to hear vulgarities of desperation. His mouth-your mouth, his cock, your pussy. But you’d only look to the direction of the hallway just out of eyesight, aware how easily you’d be discovered, especially if the moans and other guttural sounds at the edge of your throat were to be pulled from you in anything more than just his touch.

“You don’t wanna tell me?” His voice lightened as he’d set you onto your soles, a sense of disappointment spreading across your face as you’d begun to favor just how he’d held you. His long physique and strong arms comforting you in some form of safety.

“Then you can show me…” Before you’d understood the details, you were on your knees while his hand fixated on his belt, pulling it free.

“You took my fingers so well…let’s see how you take my cock in your tight little throat…” Your eyes focused on him, lips parted by the tip of his erection as you’d swallowed hard, your eyes flashing at the hallway just out of earshot, his grip on your hair driving your eyes back to him.

“Don’t worry…my cock will keep you quiet…” He was impossibly sexual, doing so in colelctive contentment, well aware of how it effected you.

“Be a good girl, yeah?” He pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail in a single grasp as you’d kept your wide eyes focused on his entirely, too aroused and needy to deny him, all while you parted your mouth for him. The second he came into a rest on your tongue was euphoric for you both. A mutual moan sending vibrations while his eyes fell back to you.

“So desperate for it, yeah?” You slowly nodded, the thrill of this moment silencing all reservations and self-guided berating.

“Then you better start fucking taking it.” To this, his kindness ceased. Your breath was forced into a cease as he’d thrusted long, thorough thrusts into your reflex, grinning as your eyes began to water from this.

“You cry so fucking pretty…” You’d slowed once hearing a set of laughter in the corridor beside you, his hand leading you to take his length near its entirety, your gag violated, as he’d bask in how you squirmed beneath him.

“Did I say you could stop?” You shook your head, no, before watching him nod, as if allowing you a second chance. With it, you took him in stride. Corkscrew motions made at his base, spelling out your name in illustrations against his cock itself, and pumping him beyond what you could handle, all to bring him to his edge.

“I want to watch you touch yourself-just your clit-your hole is reserved for ME-” You nodded, obeying him blindly for the sole need for your release. Your eyes screwed closed as he tightened your locks as you looked up to him.

“Keep your eyes on me. You close them and I’ll get you fuckin’ fired with how hard I’ll make you come-” You nodded, aware he was a man of his word up until now. You’d taken your fingers faster than what was comfortable, slipping to your entrance for some sense of relief, a motion he witnessed as you were forced to your feet.

“Let me show you what happens to bad girls who don’t listen-” You were bent over the couch, uncomfortable yet eager, before he’d penetrate you with aggression. His fingers carried you to your own edge embarrassingly quickly as he’d meet your position in order to speak into your ear.

“You greedy, impatient, little whore-you don’t get to come tonight…But you make me and we’ll talk about next time-”

“Rafe-”

“I only wanna hear you moaning or I’ll give you a fucking reason to scream-” You bit hard, silently praying that this would be enough to keep your sounds at bay. But once he connected his fingers to your clit, pulling and rubbing, you were clenching at him from within.

“You come and I’ll hurt you-don’t make me hurt you, baby, you’re so pretty-”

“It feels-”

“I know how fuckin’ good it feels! But you don’t come unless I tell you-” A sudden knock on the door allowing you privacy from the front of the club had Rafe’s father calling for him, explaining how they were leaving.

“I don’t care WHO tries to come in here…I-SHIT-” He grunted, the way you tightened around him having interrupted his threat. “Fucking is a reward and you haven’t been good. So take my cock like the whore you are..Because that’s all you’re good for!” His grip to your neck pulled you back into him. “And then you’re gonna say thank you-”

“Rafe-” A slap across your cheek made you gasp as he’d returned his hold to your jaw.

“Beg for it-come on…I know you can still talk, you didn’t take my cock THAT deep…” You rolled your eyes closed at how wrong he had been, your throat on fire from how thoroughly you had taken him.

“Come on…Fuck me back-Come on!” He forced your hips to collide almost painfully into his, edging you with near orgasm, only to take it away by the way of his fingers. As maddening as it was, it also held a sense of euphoria behind the tease.

Sweat and shame forced between you as he became wild with thrusts, tiring you long before he’d begun this final bucks, sending himself as deep inside of you as possible, while marking every inch of your skin made available to him. Your neck left with evidence of his suctioned kiss, your breasts sore and bruised, your ass red from the slaps delivered when you’d mutter without his permission.

“Please, Rafe-Please let me-”

“You didn’t want to wait…so now you will. You let anyone else touch you-see you like me..I’ll kill him, you understand me?” He asked, lips to your ear and hand tightly around your throat.

“TELL ME!” He ordered as you nodded.

“I understand!”

“You understand what?!”

“That I'm yours!”

“Again!”

“I'm yours! I’m fucking yours!” And with this, he’d reached his sexual expiration. The warmth of his release sent into you in violent final paces before he’d left you bent over the couch.

“I mean it, doll…You can dance for them…but you only come for me…next time…”

And with this, he’d left you heaving in the perspiration of his mess, making you eager for when he’d return to finish what he’d started…

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charliethomascoxuniverse · 11 months

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In the Footsteps of a Saint

FAITH TODAY：MAY 2011

Catholic actor Charlie Cox is making waves across the Atlantic – and he’s about to hit the cinemas in his native UK playing a saint in a new movie.

FAITH TODAY went to meet him.

How does it feel to be a saint? That’s something no-one alive can ever really know, since sainthood is only acknowledged after death: but up-and-coming actor Charlie Cox knows more about it than most. Cox, 28, is the star of There Be Dragons, a new movie about the early life of St Josemaria Escriva, the Spaniard who founded Opus Dei. So – given that he’s a Catholic himself - how did it feel to Cox to walk in a saint’s shoes, and to portray his holiness on screen?

What struck him most, says Cox, is that ‘there seemed to have been no single moment when Josemaria was saintly... instead, what people who knew him spoke about and wrote about was a lifetime of consistently good decisions and a dedication of his entire life to God’. So in fact, he explains, portraying him meant being very human – and yet aware that decisions often had to be made that weren’t directed at other people, but were directed at God. Playing Josemaria is the latest step on a path that’s fast feeling like the road to the big-time: Cox first appeared on the showbiz radar in 2007 when he got the role of Tristan Thorne in the movie Stardust, and he went on to play the Duke of Crowborough in the ITV drama Downton Abbey. And just a fortnight before we meet, he’s filmed his first episode of HBO’s prohibition drama Boardwalk Empire, the flagship programme of the new Sky Atlantic channel, in which he plays an immigrant from Northern Ireland with ties to the IRA. Cox says he’s loving the part: Steve Buscemi, who recently won a Gold Globe award for his portrayal of Enoch ‘Nucky’ Thompson in the series, is one of his all-time heroes, and he can hardly believe his luck in being cast with him.

’Working with Steve feels amazing, I can’t believe how lucky I’ve been,’ he says, as we chat over coffee at a Madrid hotel on the morning of the premiere of There Be Dragons. He jetted in this morning from New York – he’ll be there filming Boardwalk Empire through the summer and, he says, he can’t imagine a better way of spending the next few months. ‘They’re the nicest bunch of people – and everyone is so confident about how good the series is, so there’s a great buzz about it.’

Working on Boardwalk Empire has taken him a long way from his Sussex roots. He grew up in Hearst Green, the son of publisher parents – and he was raised a Catholic, like his father, although he was educated at a non-Catholic independent school, Sherborne School in Dorset. ‘Only about 70 out of 700 boys were Catholics. We had to get up early on a Sunday to go to Mass at a local girls’ school... it would have been easy to skive off it, but actually we never did. I’ve always loved churches – even now, in a strange city, I’ll often wander around looking at churches.’ There was no history of acting in the family – bar a grandmother who had been at RADA before the second world war – but even as a youngster, Cox was smitten with the idea. ‘My mum and dad had a fantastic attitude to it,’ he says. ‘The school wanted me to go to university, play it in safe mode, have a back-up plan. But my parents came to see me act, and afterwards my dad sat me down and he said: ‘I think you’d be a fool not to pursue this’. And I don’t know whether I’d be here now if it hadn’t been for that one comment...’ Despite living in the US at the moment, and the fact that his parents spend most of their time these days in France, Cox says Britain will always be home – and he’s very close to his family. He has a brother, and three half siblings from his father’s first marriage, and his parents have flown to see him in Madrid while he’s over for the premiere of There Be Dragons. After school, he spent a gap year working for a photographer – and even before he could take up a place at Bristol Old Vic Theatre School, he’d landed the role of Theo in the movie Dot the i. ‘An agent took a punt on me and put me up for the part,’ he says. ‘I’ve been incredibly lucky, and that was just one of my lucky breaks.’

But it’s not just luck – Cox is immensely likeable, and he’s obviously genuinely passionate about acting. He’s also been smart enough to realise that he can learn a huge amount from more seasoned actors – so he saw acting alongside Robert de Niro and Michelle Pfeiffer in Stardust, for example, as a fantastic opportunity to soak up knowledge. And he’s learnt lots more, too, from Roland Joffe, director of There Be Dragons, who was also the film-maker behind The Mission (about the early Jesuits in south America) and The Killing Fields (about the murderous Pol Pot regime in Cambodia), both of which were Oscar nominees.

‘I didn’t think twice about taking the part of Josemaria, and that was down to Roland,’ he says. ‘He’s such a great director – he really understands the processes that actors have to go through to give their best. I learnt so much from working with him.’

Given the subject-matter of There Be Dragons, Cox also spent time in the run-up to filming learning about Opus Dei, which has the status of a ‘personal prelature’ within the Catholic Church. ‘I visited several Opus Dei houses, and I went on a retreat and had a lot of help from an Opus Dei priest, Fr John Wauck.’

Before he made the film, he admits, he’d never heard of Josemaria – and all he knew about Opus Dei was what he’d read in Dan Brown’s book The Da Vinci Code. But researching Josemaria, he says, what struck him most was the saint’s humanity – and his ability, examined in the film, to forgive. ‘It was an example I had to put into practice, because one day when we were filming I returned to my trailer to find someone had broken in and cleaned the place out completely,’ he says. ‘They’d even taken my computer, and the charger, and even my clothes.’ ‘The following day I was due to film one of the big scenes in which Josemaria shows how he can forgive, and I remember thinking: this is really interesting. And the thing is that I did manage to forgive the guy who nicked my stuff.’ ‘And what I realised, through that incident, was that – though we think of forgiveness as something very moral and impressive, it’s actually something that works totally in your own favour. Because if you don’t forgive then you’re angry inside – and that anger doesn’t hurt the other person, but it really hurts you.’ Since filming finished for There Be Dragons, Cox has been working on another movie – Moby Dick, due to be released later this year – and now Boardwalk Empire. It all suggests, I tell him, that fame – which he’s told previous interviewers frightens him – could be beckoning. ‘It’s tricky,’ he says, candidly. ‘I’ve got friends who have gone on to extraordinary fame, and what I’ve realised through them is that it’s never quite as appealing as it promised to be. ‘On the other hand, like everyone else I want recognition. I like people to think I’m good at what I do. That’s human nature, isn’t it?’

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#just me archiving another old interview 😊#had to check I didn't have this one yet but no I don't xd #thank you so much to Charlie's parents for supporting him in becoming an actor from the start 🙏💕#charlie cox #josemaria escriva #there be dragons #baby charlie #interview #article

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felixwaffling · 24 days

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Totally different vibe but I'm gay and thinking so much about him. This post might get nsfw, folks.

I'm smitten. Sure we have our problems, I mean, of course we do, he's dating ME- But FUCK, man. It's like how I felt with Alex except Victor is a good person who actually loves me. He's way stronger than me, which makes me SHAKE bro. He could hurt me if he wanted to, but he's so nice. He calls me things that have me on my fucking knees.

Like. Hooooly shit I can't wait til I get a chance to meet him in person bc when I say I'm gonna do whatever he wants... I MEAN WHATEVER. Like. I will be incapable of saying no. I will be pathetic.

Imagine if we meet in a bar and I get super drunk and kiss him dude that- HGJDHDBFHFHD.

I want him. I want him ON ME. I legit- like. I'm acespec, sex repulses me, the thought of being touched is so scary, but like I'd let him be all over me if he actually wanted me. I'd let him do ANYTHING.

I am so fucking attracted to this guy, and we have so much in common that some days we do nothing but play video games for literally the whole day together... We play almost every night and he puts up with my drunk nonsense, he doesn't complain <333

I wish I could tell him about the shit I'm into bc the only way this could get better is if I get proper dominated man I'm- I'm weak, I'm small, I like hiding behind people and letting them make all the decisions. I'm a dog for this man. I'm property.

FUCK I am drunk rn and if any of my friends find this I'm going to be humiliated beyond belief, they don't-

Nobody knows how much I want this man to fuck me and it weighs heavy, like, I don't even think he knows how I'd kill for him to both absolutely wreck me AND baby me.

Bc on one hand. I'm a little baby. I'm pure. I'm innocent. Treat me like a little goober and hold me and. IDK FUCK MAYBE I JUST HAVE DADDY ISSUES BC I THINK IM ASKING FOR A DILF-

... but on the other hand, I'm a bad person, I'm the worst, I'm whatever villain you need me to be just PLEASE put me in my fucking place I *WANT* you to punish me I'm like literally asking for it, I'm doing shit that gets on ur nerves bc I wanna be RAILED man I WOULD BE SO MUCH LESS ANNOYING IF YOUD JUST SLAM ME AGAINST THE WALL AND BREAK ME WHEN IM A LITTLE BITCH

HhHh.

I still can't believe I'm saying all this shit

I'm beyond wasted. Like. Intoxicated moreso than usual. Typing this so far has taken an HOUR and I got sad halfway through out of humiliation and went to write that first post. But even through all the drinking, all I can really think about is being pinned to his bed 👉👈,,,

,,, it's not just sex either bc I want kisses. Neck kisses. Like. Damn. I want him to hold me from behind. I want to cling to him. Hide my face against him. If he touched my face I would do the fucking meme thing and refuse to let go of his hand. I want to snuggle against him and just. Disappear for a while.

.... I want to cry myself to sleep in *his arms* instead of on my own. I hug my pillows and try desperately to pretend they're him. I see him when I fall asleep, when I'm alone, when I'm sad... when I'm fucking suicidal the thing that stops me is that then I'd have to wait who KNOWS how long for him to live out his own life, and that I might have to watch him fall in love with someone else (the worst thing ever)

If. If I ever lost him idk what I'd do because fuck dude. He's everything. Victor is my world. I want to meet him.

.... I also want him to control every aspect of my life and tell me what to do bc without guidance I drown. Ppl might think it'd be toxic, but I think I need that in my life. I hate making decisions. I want to sit quietly and let him think, bc I'm bad at thinking, and thinking overwhelms me. I want him to hide me behind him and be the one to handle the world so that I can just be *his.*

UGH. THIS IS THE HORNIEST, SAPPIEST FUCKING POST IVE EVER MADE EVER.

#felix kranken is real but hes an 18 year old fat transmasc kid sorry guys #Rambling about my hot ass boyfriend #vent post #drunk posting #vent #lgbtq relationships #embarassing

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murdockparker · 2 years

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A Million Dreams

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Summary: He didn’t believe he could be so taken with her, taken with such a lady of the ton. If only she were to stay in London, stay with him.

Word Count: 3.3k

Prompts: 21. “You said you needed space. You were 5,000 miles away for a year, and you’re still unsure. I’m starting to think that an entire universe apart wouldn’t be enough space for you.”

80.“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”

Warnings: fluff, angst, heartbreak (still has a happy ending I promise!)

A/N: okay so, for the prompts, I loosely followed the first one (aka didn’t use it word for word lol sorry) so.... anywayyyyyy.... enjoy?

Courting came so easily to him, he realized. Benedict Bridgerton didn’t anticipate the possibility of courting this season, but when his eyes met with the ever elusive Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N), he was smitten. Something in his gut was telling him to go over to her, to ask for a dance, to charm her off her feet. Never had he felt like this, especially at any event of the season, no, it was something purely chemical—magical, even. He couldn’t explain the draw to her—perhaps it was how her laugh that filled the room, or how her smile made him feel as if he were flying—regardless, he felt the attraction all the same and needed to do something about it.

A dance, that was all it took. Unbeknownst to him at the time, but she was just as easily bewitched by Mr. Bridgerton, something about the way he looked at her—about how his presence made her feel—she knew it was something worth exploring, worth humoring.

The exploration led a courtship spanning over a few months, both parties involved equally relishing in its success. Not only had Benedict Bridgerton found a person to whom he could share everything with but how freeing it felt to open oneself to another without the fear of rejection or humiliation. She became his greatest supporter, instantly falling in love with his artistic endeavors and passions. Never once did she complain about sitting for a drawing, no matter how long she had to stay still and listen to his gentle suggestions and poses.

He had fallen in love. He knew this for a fact and within the short months of their courtship, Benedict knew that she was exactly who he needed to have beside him for the rest of his life. He was on the precipice of proposing, knowing in his heart of hearts that she was likely to say yes.

So he charmed her into a promenade, a sweet walk in her family’s garden just as the sun begun to set, the scent of roses and wildflowers enveloped their senses.

“It’s a beautiful night,” (Y/N) smiled lightly, her face rather tight.

Benedict nodded quietly, reaching out for her hand. She took it without any hesitation. They both continued to walk, to enjoy the silence of the dusk and the rhythms of the night coming in like the tide.

“My dearest,” Benedict broke their silence, “I wanted to talk to you.”

“And I you,” (Y/N) said, gripping his hand even tighter.

“Is that so?” Benedict teased. “I suppose it is quite convenient that we are alone in the gardens, isn’t it?”

“It is…” she trailed off, her eyes wandering to the rather impressive statue her mother had commissioned for the garden not too long ago. Cupid, how terribly poetic.

Benedict felt her hand loosen on his, his brows furrowing slightly. “Is everything alright?”

She simply shook her head and sat down, conveniently on a nearby stone bench.

“Please,” Benedict kneeled before her, his hands atop her own, resting on her lap. “What ever could be troubling you?”

“My father,” (Y/N) said, her voice wavering, “do you remember him sharing about his mining endeavors?”

Benedict nodded once, firmly.

“His partners have come across a new place to mine,” she sighed, eyes pointed at their joined hands, “it is said to be rather prosperous, a worthy investment.”

“That,” he said, “that’s wonderful, my love. Your father must be elated at the prospects.” Her demeanor didn’t change, there was more to the story—hesitance practically swallowing her whole. “Why... why would that bring you down so terribly?”

She took a deep breath—to compose herself, in fear of letting tears overwhelm her.

“The mine is in the Americas.”

Oh.

“Oh,” Benedict’s hands nearly fell from her lap, knowing full well what his love was implying with the news. “So… that means…?”

“We are to move by the end of the week,” (Y/N) sniffled, pressing a gloved hand to her nose. “Father is already there and awaiting our arrival. Mama, my brothers and I are to meet him as soon as we dock.”

“You’re—(Y/N), you cannot leave,” Benedict rose quickly from the ground, “your life is in London, your life is here.”

“Benedict…”

“Your father simply cannot make you go,” he started to pace, “you are supposed to stay here, stay with me.”

(Y/N) deflated in her seat, posture becoming what easily her governess would have scolded her for. “My love, it is not as if I want to leave London—to leave you.”

“Then don’t,” Benedict said simply, as if it were the easiest thing in the world. He clawed at his jacket pocket, hand diving into the inner lining. “I had planned on doing this tonight regardless,” he sunk back down onto his knee—one this time—his fingers prying open the rather small box, “but it seems time is of the essence and… well?”

“Benedict,” she was speechless, her heart had leapt to her throat, tears already spilling down her face.

“I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I wish to spend the rest of my life with you, if you would let me,” Benedict—now feeling the tears well in his eyes—gasped for air, “we can stay in London—together—and build a life with one another.”

“I-I can’t—”

“We can elope,” he said quickly, rising back to his feet, pulling her up with him, “take a trip to Scotland and be back by the end of the week—wedded and happy.”

(Y/N) shook her head wildly. “No, Benedict, you misunderstand,” her eyes met his, “I can’t marry you—elopement or not—I simply have to go, my family…”

“You cannot marry me or you do not wish to marry me?” Benedict asked, his voice nearly broken.

“There is nothing more that I would do,” she said, raising a hand to meet his cheek, “than to marry you, Benedict Bridgerton. I love you, truly and wholly, I do, but my brothers need me—need their elder sister. My mother…” she sighed, hand sliding down to his chest. “She would be crushed, I do not think she’d fair well with my absence all the way across the sea—”

“Then I shall come with you,” his hand met hers once again, “I will follow you to the Americas, we can start our new life there.”

“No.”

“I…” he was taken aback, “no? You do not wish—”

“As I cannot be parted from my family, you certainly cannot be parted from yours,” (Y/N) said slowly, insuring her words were taken only in the most sincere of regards. “You also cannot just abandon the academy, Benedict. You spent so much time getting accepted—to build and learn your craft, you can’t just give up and run away with me.”

“But I would,” he said, his voice firm, “I would give up everything—everything—to be with you.”

“And that is simply something I cannot ask of you,” she shook her head, “as placated and happy as we would be, the guilt—heavens the guilt—would consume me, Benedict,” a tear rolled down her cheek. “Holding you back from greatness, it would be too much for me to bear.”

“That is not your call to make, my love,” he tried to reason, “if I am to live a life with you, I would never regret it, not even for a moment. You could never hold me back.”

Gently, oh-so-gently, she rose to her toes, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. It was sweet and light, the calm before the storm.

A goodbye.

“I’m leaving, Benedict,” (Y/N) said, a finality to her tone, a sternness to her words, “and I will miss you with everything I am and everything that I will be.”

Her hand left his chest, sliding completely off his form. She tried not to look him in the eye, knowing if she were to do that, she would fall apart at the seams.

He knew that she was right, of course, she usually was. He simply couldn’t leave his family, uproot his life and move to an unstable and unknown way of living across the ocean, worlds apart from the people he cared about most. Benedict couldn’t make her stay, he knew that much.

But she couldn’t stop him from waiting.

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The salty sea air made her sick. After far too long on yet another boat—even though she swore to herself to never travel such a distance again—she had arrived back to England. It had been well over a year since she had traveled in the rather untrusting transportation across the water, so to finally step foot on dry land—on her homeland—was reassuring.

Something was nagging in her heart, a hope, perhaps. She had tried to keep in correspondence with Benedict, hoping to still have a piece of him all the way across the sea, but he never sent her as much as a note back. In total, she sent fourteen letters, each more lovely than the last. It was no surprise that he refused to respond—she had broken his heart, after all, but she persisted.

Thankfully, a few dear friends of the ton had kept her up to date—as much as one can, of course—with everything and anything that had happened in town. Sometimes they would include the elusive Lady Whistledown in their letters, just to keep things fresh. Normally though, they would keep tabs on Benedict, whether (Y/N) had asked them to or not.

So, thanks to her new knowledge and forced invitation by her dear friend she had been staying with, Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was standing in the back of the room, awaiting the unveiling of Benedict’s latest works of art. He had become somewhat of a notable name in the ton—something she knew he could always achieve—and this was his first true gallery. Granted, it was held at Bridgerton House, so the gallery wasn’t known for being spacious, but it was impressive nonetheless.

How she managed to arrive at Bridgerton House without any sort of announcement or acknowledgement is beyond her knowledge or comprehension, but it was a good chance to be the first to let Benedict know she had returned. He was mere steps away, tucked into a small room off to the side, eyes fixed on a singular landscape, everyone seemingly enjoying the party elsewhere instead of congratulating the man of the evening.

He hadn’t changed since she had seen him last—save for the sideburns, he had grown them slightly, she noticed—but it had only been a little over a year, a drastic physical change was a bit foolish to be prepared for. But, it comforted her to know that Benedict Bridgerton was the same man she left all that time ago.

She could only hope his heart held the same impression.

A quick deep breath and a shaky sigh, she stepped forward. “Benedict.”

His face dropped, his mouth slightly agape, his piercing eyes meeting hers for the first time in a long time—a sight he truly never anticipated to see again. “(Y/N).”

(Y/N) wanted to run right into his arms, feel his embrace as she welcomed him again, but something seemed off.

“I-It’s good to see you,” (Y/N) managed to squeak out, pressed firmly to her spot on the floor.

“How…?”

“Father has found great success in the mines,” (Y/N) started, inching closer to him, “so I managed to convince my parents to allow me to return to London unaccompanied.”

Benedict’s eyes flicked to her hands—wrung with anxiety—searching for something intently.

“And your husband has allowed this…?"

(Y/N) allowed a small smile to curl her lips. “I am not yet wed,” she moved her left hand—so that is what he was searching for. “I came here on my own volition.”

“Your parents would have never allowed you to come alone,” Benedict shook his head, “you’re an unwed lady—”

“Perhaps I snuck off, then,” (Y/N) said, waving her hand, “regardless of how I came to be here this evening, I’m here, Benedict.” She had managed to step nearly to his side, looking directly up into his stare. “I came back.”

“You did,” he let out a shallow breath, “you came back…”

“Are you in disbelief?”

“I am,” Benedict laughed humorlessly, “I nearly mourned your departure on every passing day since you left, only for you to be standing in front of me,” his hand reached out to graze her cheek—to prove she was real and she was there.

“I came back for you, Benedict,” tears were welling in her eyes, she had held them back for so long, “should you have me, of course.”

“I…” he sighed, posture deflating, “I wish it were that easy, (Y/N).”

“I am not sure I understand?”

“You left,” his tone was pointed, “a-and you wanted nothing to do with me—”

“Nothing to do with you?” (Y/N) raised her voice. “Are you mad? I wanted nothing more than to stay and be with you, Benedict. It just…” she ground her teeth, “wasn’t in the cards.”

“And yet you cannot just show up—announced I might add—and expect me to just willfully forget all of the anguish I had suffered in your absence,” Benedict’s voice was firm, he was serious.

“It is foolish of me,” (Y/N) nodded, “I will admit my faults in that regard, but if I could have stayed—”

“I proposed to you, (Y/N),” Benedict said sharply, “I lowered myself to one knee and bore my heart out to you that night.” She stood silently, unsure of how to respond. “My God, I even begged you to elope with me,” he laughed, “if you truly wanted to stay and be wed, you had every opportunity to do such a thing.”

“That is unfair and you know it,” she sneered, “I couldn’t just leave my family—to go and elope with an artist.”

Immediately did she want to take her words back, shove them down to the depths of regret and anguish—but it was far too late for that. The damage had been done, Benedict’s face taking the toll, the brunt of the turmoil.

“Yes,” he said cooly, face unchanging, “I am an artist, a successful one, too.” Benedict dug one hand into his pocket, the other flying wildly to his side—gesturing to the landscape beside them. “Unless, you couldn’t tell.”

“Benedict, you know I didn’t mean that—”

“You were gone, for a year, thousands of miles away from me—from London,” Benedict sneered, his tone downright hurtful. “You had all of the space in the world to figure out what you wanted and yet you come to my home to insult my craft? The very craft you did nothing but support?”

“You’re right!” She had enough, reaching her breaking point. “I did have all the space in the world—the universe! Because of that space, Benedict,” she flailed a finger in his face, “I realized what I wanted and I was hellbent on working for it!”

“And whatever,” he said cooly, pushing her finger out of his face, “could that be?”

“You, Benedict. You are what I want.”

Benedict blinked once. Twice. He stayed silent, watching carefully as her chest heaved with every deep breath she took, she was serious. He turned on his heels, facing the lavish landscape he had been admiring earlier.

“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, you know,” Benedict nodded to the painting, “for this and practically the entire gallery.”

She looked at the canvas carefully—it was a beautiful rendition of a garden, the sunset practically glowing against the blues and deep hues of the foliage. It had looked just as if it were a normal garden of the ton, but something was nagging at her, a familiar feeling. It wasn’t until her eyes locked into the statue in the far right side—Cupid—that she realized what exactly this piece was. Where exactly this piece was.

“This is… my garden.”

“The day you left.”

“It’s lovely,” she hummed, her heart somewhere between deflating or dropping, “the sunset… it looks just like it did.”

“It was hard for me to forget,” Benedict nodded, “the name of the piece, do you wish to hear it?”

“That depends,” (Y/N) looked to him, “will it hurt me further?”

“I called it ‘Love and Loss’,” he continued, “no matter how many times I recalled that evening, how many times I was angry or disappointed in how things left off, I still longed for you. Mourned your loss, wishing you to return.”

“A-and the love?” (Y/N) squeaked out.

“Well,” Benedict laughed lightly, “I hardly think it is impossible to imagine that I loved you—that I still love you.”

“You still love me?” Her voice was hopeful, suddenly feeling as if she were walking on air.

Benedict enveloped her hands with his own. “Of course I do, I never stopped.”

“But you said that you mourned—”

“And I did,” he said curtly, “but even when one mourns, it does not mean that the love was entirely lost, my dear.” Benedict ran his thumb carefully over the back of her hand, tracing small circles as he went. “But you made your way back to London, back to me, even if you had done so without your parents knowledge or consent,” he pointed his brow, a trademark smirk enveloped his lips.

“I did,” she smiled, “how foolish of me it was to believe that I could continue my life without Benedict Bridgerton in it.”

“We are all known to be foolish at times,” Benedict nodded. She slapped him playfully.

“This is the part where you disagree and profusely tell me that I am not a fool!”

“But that would be a lie,” he mused, “because it was quite foolish to leave a man such as myself behind, I do believe I am quite the catch, would you not agree?”

“You are quite full of yourself Benedict Bridgerton,” (Y/N) smirked.

“But you love me for it,” his smile softened, “do you not?”

“I do,” she hummed, feeling herself grow closer into his touch. “I love you for everything that you are, everything that you will be.”

“So… it is suffice to say that you love me?”

“I…” a rolling laughter escaped her lips. “Is that not what I just said?”

Benedict leaned down, closer to her, inching his way into her personal space. “But my dear, after a year of a deafening silence and lack of your presence, I do think I deserve to hear it once more.”

“I love you,” (Y/N) said, pressing her forehead against his own. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

In an instant, Benedict closed the gap between the two, pressing his lips against her own. It felt like the entire weight of the world was sealed in this kiss, and in a way, it was. After a year apart—separated by an ocean and familial duties—the two souls found their way back to one another, destined to reconnect, to love again.

“I want to take you up on your offer,” (Y/N) said, hesitantly pulling away from Benedict’s embrace.

“My offer?”

“To marry,” she smiled lightly, “I do think my parents would find solace in knowing that while their daughter did flee the country and new home without their knowledge, she had a husband to take care of her in their absence.”

“A husband, you say?” Benedict grinned.

“Yes, I do suppose you know where I could find one?”

“I’m afraid I wouldn’t find you a husband here in such short notice,” Benedict hummed, tapping his foot lightly. “Not here, anyway.”

Her eyes landed on his expectantly, a glimmer of hope residing.

“But I suppose if we were to travel to Scotland, we could solve this issue rather quickly,” he nearly rubbed his chin in thought—a rather jesting gesture. “Do you not agree?”

“I do,” her left hand gripped his, holding it firmly, “I agree wholeheartedly.”

#benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #reader insert #is the title based on the greatest showman?? yes. yes it is #will i be changing it?#no. no I will not #ah so anyway... this hurt #but it's okay!! they good #they're probably living it up happily ever after and all that jazz #am i posting this on fourth of july and the reader moved to america?#ironic innit?

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Goat Blocked

Part 5 of Love, Animals, and The Stolen Goat

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x AnimalHandler!Reader (f!Reader; nicknamed Panda)

Rating: M for now due to *language* and implied spiciness; may become E in the future. Either way, no youngins here please!

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He couldn’t believe he’d been cock blocked by a goat.

Margie was supposed to be his guide, his rock, his energy-entwined snuggle buddy.

And. She. COCK BLOCKED. HIM.

What the actual fuck, Margie?!?

Dieter sighs and then he knocks back his second whiskey neat. Margie scampers up to him and headbutts him, demanding all the love he has to give. He had wanted to give some of that love to you, but stinkin’ cute goats who are attention whores tend to get in the way apparently.

Dieter wants to get up, find his phone and call you. Bring you back. You’d left in such a hurry, he doubts you even heard him calling out for you to stay as you bent down to say goodbye to Margie. Ugh, he wants more whiskey. Is he having too much whiskey? No, no such thing. Especially in times of sorrow.

Did Dieter even have your number? He remembers meeting you on the set of Cliff Beasts 6: The Eternal Nightmare of Actors Needing Money (the moniker Dieter made up in his mind STILL made him chuckle...god that movie was a piece of shit, but at least it paid well). But the phone number? Did he ask Bob for it? You definitely didn’t give it to him despite you coming over for the past couple months. That’s what communicating only with an assistant (with the name Alec, yuck) for an a-list actors free time gets you. A lonely heart and NO FUCKING PHONE NUMBER OF A HOT CHICK WHO LOVES ANIMALS. Dieter was just lucky that he had been smitten with both you and Margie from the moment you walked onto that set and into his heart. Easy on the eyes, easy on the heart.

Speaking of his phone - where the hell is it??

Fucking iPhones, always disappearing. Like menaces in the night.

Dieter stands and winces at the ache in his legs from where Margie lovingly smashed into them over and over. He flips over the throw pillows on the couch and, finding his phone nowhere in sight, scours the rest of the room in a semi-drunk frenzy. Oof, he had too much whiskey. When did he become such a lightweight? He used to do cocaine for fucks sake.

Flinging himself back down onto the couch in defeat, he finds Margie sitting on her princess pillow staring at him in intense concentration.

“Yes, my angel?”

Margie huffs out a sigh. Dieter stares at her, eyes widening in abject horror.

“Margie-kins, you didn’t eat my phone did you?”

“Baa!”

He sighs in relief.

“Oh thank god. Your mother would have killed me.”

SHIT. YOU. How the fuck was he supposed to get in touch with you?

Oh, yucky Alec! His assistant. The one who, you know, CONTACTED YOU WEEKLY TO SCHEDULE MARGIE VISITS. Wow, he needs to lay off the whiskey.

And so, Dieter journeys forth to find his assistant who he apparently finds disgusting (he REALLY has to get back into therapy). He glances at the third filled glass of whiskey (when had he poured that???) decides against grabbing it and leaves.

He comes back in immediately after for that third glass, he’s not wasting it. It’s a good fucking whiskey. He’ll deal with his possible alcohol addiction in the morning.

His Panda is more important.

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Part 6: Rocky Road for Two

A/N: It has been a hot minute since I’ve posted. Between having covid and my grandma dying, my depression and anxiety have NOT been great. Life has been really hard but it’s been such a joy to write this series. I know I promised this would be out on Sunday but I just didn’t have the energy to finish writing it and sending it out into the universe. I have so much stuff going on in my personal life and it’s just a lot. But it’s FINALLY here! Two days late but better late than never. Thank you all so much for your patience. I’m so appreciative of the love this series has gotten and your patience as it’s taken me 8 million years to finish this chapter. Hopefully, the subsequent ones don’t take too long.

PS: I realized during my bout with covid that Part 4 has a section in it where I mention blushing - I will be fixing that! I’m a new writer and unfortunately, I will be making rookie mistakes like that at the beginning of this new journey. But I’m trying to be aware (especially since this fic is a Reader insert) as I write to be inclusive. I want everyone to be able to enjoy, not just a few.

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#dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x animal handler #fanfiction #fanfic #elegantmusicdragon #the bubble fanfiction #dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfiction

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What is REALLY Going On In “The Menagerie” (Captain Pike Meta)

Speculation on the culmination of Pike’s Story Arc. In which he has so little dialogue, so little insight into what’s going on in Pike’s head. I just had to tackle the questions rattling around in my brain! If one things for sure I think we’ll be seeing Talos IV again before SNW is over. I’ve watched The Cage, If Memory Serves, Through the Valley of Shadows and The Menagerie to prepare for this meta.

I’ve taken notes on each of these episodes on Pike’s relationship with Vina, his relationship with Spock, and his relationship with his eventual disability. All of which culminates in my final analysis of The Menagerie. Hunker down y’all, this one’s gonna be a bit of a doozy! So I've saved all the good stuff for UNDER the cut!

Pike’s Relationship with Vina

The instantly being smitten with Vina I don’t think is all that weird (knowing how he reacts to Alora). I don’t think it’s that he’s shallow and definitely not lecherous BUT that combo he’s got of being a bit overly trusting, empathetic and protective absolutely leaves him vulnerable to a good old fashioned “damsel in distress” act. Although in this case it’s not an act because Vina is definitely in distress, so there’s that! Even with her own (honestly kinda understandable considering her trauma) selfish motivations, Vina IS trying to help him. I think it is important to take note (which makes their relationship/Pike’s later decision more believable) that he does actually like her for her, cuts through the illusion. Pike obviously respects Vina and her choices, even if the Talosians don’t seem to get it. Despite resisting the situation every step of the way, beyond that, he obviously cares about her. Weirdly, the Talosians plan worked. Just not in the way that they would’ve liked. (The Cage)

I think it’s really interesting how Pike makes Vina and the Talosians change. Vina is willing to put her life on the line to help prove Chris’s point. She obviously knows he’s right and refuses to put anyone else through what the Talosians put her and Pike through. I also think it’s important that Vina hasn’t completely lost her grip on illusion versus reality. She chooses to stay, perhaps because Starfleet medicine couldn’t undo how the Talosians attempted to fix her and she’d be in a lot of pain (which potentially mirrors why Pike goes back to Talos). Maybe has unfinished business with the Talosians in general. They clearly allow her more freedom later in If Memory Serves. Probably because they consider themselves doomed to extinction and have no more reason to imprison her. (The Cage, If Memory Serves)

“She has her illusion, you have your reality, may you find your way as pleasant” hits different when Vina finds herself incomplete and unsatisfied with her illusion of Chris. I read the way she’s talking in If Memory Serves as very “Someone Like You” by Adele if you catch my drift. While Pike’s future eventually becoming incredibly difficult to bear for him, enough that he’s willing to return to Talos for it. Vina clearly holds some bitterness towards the Talosians (UNDERSTANDABLY) even if she’s no longer a prisoner and chose to stay. Vina echoes the choice Pike makes again when she says “they offered me a choice, to live as I am or as I was.” Which further implies there’s more to her staying than vanity when you take what happens to Chris into account. (The Cage, If Memory Serves, The Menagerie)

The reunion with Vina is so intimate and intense without actually being like, unbelievable. It feels like they’ve both changed a lot, but still obviously really care about each other in that ‘old flame’ way. It feels like Vina has gotten a lot bolder, she’s still obviously got a thing for Chris but like, it’s a bit less selfish and codependent, and she’s not imprisoned anymore. Meanwhile it feels like Pike has softened significantly. He was bitter and cynical and self-pitying and angry when they first met. It feels like he’s saying and doing what he wished he could have at the time when he wasn’t so busy trying to escape. UGH! And then the way she’s the angel on his shoulder at the end of the episode?! I kinda love it. Maybe we’ll see her again somehow in SNW to flesh that relationship out even more? (If Memory Serves)

Pike’s Relationship with Spock

I love Ethan Peck’s carry over to Spock being a lot more nervous and smiley as an Ensign from that one Short Trek. Including the not noticing that he is like, yelling, at certain points lol, it’s cute! Also, even if it wasn’t intentional Spock’s low-key constant hovering around Pike during the away mission absolutely follows with the relationship they develop later. Reminds me a lot of that Spiderverse meme. (The Cage)

Spock has been in communication with the Talosians before he lost his sense of linear time, but that couldn’t have been when the Talosians made their offer regarding Pike. Unless it’s nature was to welcome them with safe harbor should they return (but that no one else in Starfleet could come). Either Spock utilizes this amnesty twice (first for himself and Michael, then later for Chris) or he encounters/communicates with them again with the intention of helping Pike and we may see that further down the line in SNW. (If Memory Serves)

I just love love love the continuity of Pike being so unapologetically ride or die for Spock. Like, he’s ride or die for everyone he cares about but he’s willing to bend and break all kinds of rules and shit for his surrogate baby brother (just like Michael!). Externally he’s pretty chill with what he needs to do but internally you can almost hear the internal screaming of “HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON??”. I mean, he even loosens on his principles in Obol for Charon when he thinks they’re gonna lose him while they’re caught, which is CRAZY because the guy is made of principles. His disdain for Sec 31 and Tyler will never not be funny to me. Tyler’s over here like *please listen to my tragic backstory* while Pike (like Amanda) is like “My boy could NEVER do The Bad Thing”. The relief in his voice when he sees Spock alive and sane for the first time in this whole goose chase? No wonder Spock feels so deeply motivated to help Chris, even before he learns that Pike’s fate somehow saves him. (If Memory Serves)

Pike’s Relationship with Disability

I’ve always had mixed feelings about how Pike’s premonition of his eventual severe disability is initially characterized. When he learns about it as well as how it haunts him in the SNW pilot. On the one hand you can interpret it as disability being characterized as something evil or monstrous but, I feel like, based on what I’ve heard in many interviews with Anson Mount and other bts people about that vision scene that that wasn’t the objective. That sort of injury, that level of permanent injury, it’s not monstrous, but it is scary/overwhelming. Pike confirms that he FELT every second of the vision later on. So Chris is stumbling out of an immense amount of physical pain into a “2001 A Space Odyssey” moment where his future self is grieving for what he once had and his present self is reeling from what he will lose. It doesn’t surprise me that Pike is (for now) reacting to it like it’s his death because he doesn’t know how to move forward from a point that hasn’t happened to him yet. Hopefully his arc in SNW will help him think about what’s possible beyond that fixed point in his future. (Through The Valley of Shadows)

I do think that, despite having even less of a choice now than he did before, it is good for him to know for certain that the disability is unavoidable. Not only that it’s gonna happen but when it will happen more exactly. He can plan around it, and hopefully learn to plan for after it. He’s already in the process of accepting the conditions of his fate, he’s already gone through the stages of grief that came with just knowing about it but not knowing if he can dodge it. I fully expect the next season to be him grieving/coping with it happening for certain, maybe still not emotionally prepared to work on a plan for after, but we'll see. I do think when he is ready to tackle that, Spock will be a part of it. He is the closest thing Chris has to a son and can trust him to handle it logically, not feel compelled to save him. Spock knowing that Chris would not give up his well-being or the Enterprise lightly. Not only that, but Spock feels indebted to him to do so. (A Quality of Mercy)

Which leads me to my final speculations.

The Menagerie: The BIG Analysis

We know that Spock falsified the message that sent Enterprise to Starbase 11. But I do have to wonder why Pike was at Starbase 11 at all, the one station that just so happens to be closest to Talos IV. Pike doesn’t want Jim or Bones there but does make an exception for Spock. Yet at the same time he doesn’t want Spock to take him to Talos IV. On the one hand it could be that he doesn’t want to go. Which is confusing, why would he the say yes at the end of the arc and the trial was a sham to test Jim with no deadly consequence for Spock? I think it more likely Chris doesn’t want Spock risking his career and relationship with Jim just to do this.

Especially since putting his needs/desires aside for others is a very strong trait in Pike, and he knows how valuable Spock will become, which is why he sacrificed himself in the first place. It could be that is what he wants, but as usual, is refusing to consider himself in the matter. How would Spock know that, and Chris knowing what he meant immediately Spock is referring to Talos without him saying it out loud, unless they’d discussed it previously when Pike was still well? It could be that Spock knew Pike wanted that, but Pike ordered him not to endanger himself for him, and Spock said screw that and helped him anyway.

The second thing to factor in is Pike’s condition. If it were simply a matter of him being mute, paralyzed and wheelchair-bound I would find what Spock did and the end of the story a little more troubling. A few things that stuck with me, both from discussions I’ve had with people on my Disabled!Pike posts and from the actual episode, are that Chris might be in a lot of pain, he’s fully retained his mental faculties, and there’s no recovery/rehabilitation beyond the chair. He’s in the intensive care unit and has been for months (probably at least 4, maybe 5 since Balance of Terror takes place 6 months after the incident). His condition is so delicate that emotional agitation could put him in a coma.

It’s also implied that there’s no rehab for what’s happened to him. Otherwise why would Spock go through the trouble, and why would Pike capitulate? If there was a road to recovery there’s be no logical reason for Spock to endanger himself or Chris. It is also not at all like Chris to quit, I doubt he would decide to go to Talos if there were means of rehabilitation that would let him get anywhere close to where he was before. This is reinforced by Pike saying “even the best of Starfleet medicine won’t be able to help me” to Alora in Lift Us Where Suffering Cannot Reach.

All of this taken into account, Starfleet medicine may not be able to fully inhibit the pain he’s constantly in from his DNA unraveling (which is what radiation tends to do), and they lack the technology to compensate or rehabilitate his body. Inaccuracies to scientific advancements aside, perhaps the Watsonian explanation for the simplicity of the chair isn’t because of lack of advancement, but that the machine prioritizing other things. Maybe it’s not just a mobility and communication aid, but keeping him alive as well. Potentially it’s taking so much power for the machine to keep him alive, lucid, and not deteriorating further that moving and communicating in binary responses based on his brainwaves is all it can do.

Different disabilities, and disability representation, has different needs. Pike, who is very much still in his right mind, consents to going to Talos IV when the chips are down. After Jim has learned his story and can be trusted, after establishing no danger to Spock or himself. I think, if Chris had said no, Spock would’ve listened.

I don’t think Talos IV is a magical fix it cure trope meant to unburden the abled people in Pike’s life, they’re not “putting dad in an old folks’ home where they can forget about him because they don’t want to deal with his disability”. If the Talosians can inflict physical pain it stands to reason they can suppress it as well. Not only that, but they can provide him with his voice and a body that isn’t actively falling apart at the molecular level anymore. Talos isn’t a cure, it’s treatment, it’s painkillers, it’s a more effective mobility and communication aid than current Federation medicine could ever provide.

Just like he couldn’t leave the chair or he’d die, Pike can’t leave Talos IV or he’ll be wheelchair bound and in pain and generally back at square one. I know many, many disabled people (a prime example being my own mother) who can’t leave their homes very often due to their exhausting/temperamental condition. They’re comfortable and accommodated for at home, but leaving takes a lot of effort and energy. It’s not ideal, it’s isolating, it’s frustrating and it doesn’t take the disability away, but it prevents their condition from exacerbating itself. I don’t think Chris being “stuck” on Talos IV is all that different. Also, Vina is there to keep him company and she’s Real, and it’s established in Discovery he still has deep-running feelings for her.

Even if they don’t cover it at any point after The Menagerie due to the many drawbacks of purely episodic television. It stands to reason Pike could potentially leave Talos or be visited. He’s still an active duty officer (the Commodore, before the Talosian illusion kicks in, still refers to him as Fleet Captain Pike) and considering nobody gets in trouble, the ban/death penalty regarding Talos IV was probably lightened or removed afterward. Establishing the possibility of Pike continuing his career if he so chose, albeit still relatively confined to Talos IV.

All of the disability representation nuance aside, The Menagerie does provide one last step to Pike’s character arc that genuinely makes sense. For once in his life, he is finally letting someone else take care of him instead of him taking care of everyone else. Selfless act after selfless act that leads to him sacrificing his body and voice and any moment free of pain, just to ensure the best possible timeline, the one where Spock lives. Chris finally, finally, let’s himself be selfish when he says “yes” when asked if he wants to go to Talos IV.

It’s not about choosing illusion over truth, he already knows the difference (and so does Vina). It’s about choosing happiness over suffering when there’s no real reason to continue to suffer. He lets himself not be in pain, he lets himself have what he wants, he’s earned it, he earned it the second he put the fate of the galaxy over himself. Even if there was no plan for after, even when he assumed the rest of his life after the incident would be one of pain and difficulty. He lets himself need Spock, and Spock gets to return the favor for all the kindness he showed him. Even if Chris initially resists it (because of course he does, he’s Chris). It’s a passing of the torch, the student becoming the teacher when it comes to an act of compassion.

I think that’s a pretty good ending for him and a great character development moment for Spock when all is said and done. Don’t you?

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