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princeloww · 4 months

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DAVID TENNANT ROLES STARTERPACK

(Different roles, where to find them and what they're like!!!) (+ more that I didn't go into included at the end)

*disclaimer: this is sort of UK orientated, 'cos I don't know any American streaming services or where stuff is available in other countries, so PLEASE comment other places you can watch things!!!!

- Takin' Over the Asylum (CAMPBELL BAIN)

Follows a DJ and a group of patients trying to keep a radio station going in a mental hospital. David plays one of the main characters, Campbell Bain, a mostly upbeat and energetic young boy with lots of enthusiasm and spirit. Some angst!

☆ YOUTUBE (free)

- Blackpool (PETER CARLISLE)

A body is found in an arcade run by Ripley Holden, and him and his entire family are pulled into the murder investigation surrounding it. DI Peter Carlisle is working on the case, and highly suspicious of Ripley. He's a pretty major character and has a romantic plot - as well as a few funny musical numbers. Includes sex scenes.

☆ UKTV PLAY (free in UK), AMAZON PRIME VIDEO

- Casanova (GIACOMO CASANOVA)

The (mostly sexual) adventures of Giacomo Casanova, a charming and fraudulent man who falls in love very quickly and very dramatically with a lot of people, all while essentially bullshitting through life and jumping on every opportunity to make money. Includes sex scenes but also angst, such as illness, injuries, some violence, and general suffering.

☆ MYFLIXERX.TO (free), AMAZON

- Recovery (ALAN HAMILTON)

A man and his family coping with the recovery and rehabilitation process after he (Alan, David Tennant) suffers from brain damage. Angsty. Lots of crying, suicide references, head injury stuff.

☆ YOUTUBE (free)

- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (BARTY CROUCH JR)

I recommend pirating this one so you're not supporting JK Rowling. DT plays Barty Crouch JR, an antagonist and the son of Barty Crouch. He's kind of a minor character, as he's not actually in a lot of scenes.

☆ Probably on most pirating sites (my go to is MYFLIXERX.TO)

- Learners (CHRISTOPHER ??)

Lighthearted movie about a woman trying to pass her driving test. David plays Chris, her driving instructor. He's a bit of a dork, very sweet and kind. Has a love plot, briefly fights a guy. No major angst.

☆ YOUTUBE (free)

- Hamlet (HAMLET)

Hamlet. Prince of Denmark wants vengeance after his father's death. I haven't actually watched this one yet but I assume it's got the same amount of angst and drama as Hamlet typically does.

☆ AMAZON PRIME VIDEO

- Single Father (DAVE TYLER)

After a fatal car accident, Dave Tyler (DT) is left to parent four children on his own. Still struggling through grief, Dave falls in love again and attempts to hide it. Has LOTS of crying, lots of kissing, sex scenes, DT being miserable and sobbing, etc.

☆ MYFLIXERX.TO (free)

- Rex Is Not Your Lawyer (REX ALEXANDER)

Unaired pilot. Only 40 minutes. Show wasn't picked up, but it is very good. Rex is a successful and skilled lawyer who is forced to stop practising when he starts having panic attacks every time he speaks in court. He decides instead to coach people who want to represent themselves. Lots of DT in very tight suits. American accent. Not MAJOR angst but he does has daddy issues and a panic disorder, so.

☆ YOUTUBE (free)

- Fright Night (PETER VINCENT)

A kid discovers that his neighbour is a vampire, and he seeks out a famous vampire slayer to help him. Peter Vincent (DT) does not live up to his name, and turns out to actually be sort of pathetic. No major angst, not a lot of clothes, no romance, but lots of eyeliner. He's very bisexual. Violence, vampire horror, creepy neighbour.

☆ DISNEY+, AMAZON PRIME

- The Decoy Bride (JAMES ARBER)

Celebrity Lara Tyler tries to get married to her author fiancé James Arber, but the paparazzi interrupts the wedding. Desperate to keep it private, she takes James to the island that he based his book on. Somehow, the paparazzi still find them, and they hire a decoy bride to pretend to be Lara. Romance, kissing, light hearted, minimal angst. David in a funny outfit. Fake dating trope?

☆ AMAZON PRIME

- Nativity 2: Danger in the Manger (Donald and Roderick Peterson)

Sequel to Nativity, but you don't need to watch the first one. Primary school teacher Donald Peterson (DT) is forced to take his class to Wales to participate in A Song For Christmas, a festive singing competition. Here he is put against his twin brother, who is a successful composer and with whom he has a strained relationship. Light angst - lots of daddy issues, but generally sweet.

☆ AMAZON, I think its on NOW TV???

- The Escape Artist (WILL BURTON)

A defence lawyer, Will Burton, gets a murderer off free, and very quickly grows to regret it, when his client comes after his family next. Lots of murder. Like three murders I think. Hot lawyer DT.

☆ AMAZON (I can't believe I forgot this one)

- What We Did On Our Holiday (DOUG MCLEOD)

A family go to Scotland for their grandfather's 70th birthday. Doug (DT) and his wife (Rosamund Pike) are getting a divorce, but are hiding it from the rest of the family. Movie is mostly focused on the kids and their grandad, but David has a few moments, and he's generally present throughout. Funny, slightly shocking at times, family film. No major angst. Character death.

☆ AMAZON PRIME

- Richard II (RICHARD II)

Shakespeare's Richard II. David plays the titular character, the extravagant, heartless and cold King of England, Richard II. We see his fall from grace as he is stripped of everything he owns and knows. Quite angsty. Long hair, androgynous David. Queer kiss scene (although they are cousins, soo...)

☆ you can find a link in a REDDIT comment if you search for it, AMAZON PRIME

- Broadchurch (ALEC HARDY)

An eleven-year-old boy is murdered in a small town, sending shock-waves through the community. Story follows both the family and communities response to the crime, as well as the investigation done by DI Alec Hardy (DT) and DS Ellie Miller (Olivia Coleman). Lots of angst from Alec. He is sick and hiding it. Injury, dizziness, panic attacks, that sort of thing - as well as a heart attack. He has a lot of trauma and daddy issues. Season three touches on topics of rape (warning).

- Mad To Be Normal (RD LIANG)

Biopic about RD Liang, a Scottish psychiatrist. Sex, misogyny, mental health topics, some self-harm (done by another character)

☆ AMAZON (sensing a pattern)

- Good Omens (CROWLEY)

An angel (Michael Sheen) and a demon work together to stop the end of the world. Queer romance (canon), some angst. Drama, comedy, LGBTQ+. David plays Crowley, the demon (who "sauntered vaguely downwards" rather than fell from heaven)

☆ AMAZON PRIME

- Staged (DAVID TENNANT)

A COVID lockdown comedy about David Tennant and Michael Sheen talking via Zoom during the lockdown. Actually quite sad at times? Mostly silly, though. Features Georgia Tennant and Anna Lundberg.

☆ BBC Iplayer (UK) (or VPN)

- Around The World in 80 Days (PHILEAS FOGG)

Phileas Fogg, a quiet and reserved man, decides to travel around the world in 80 days, after he receives an anonymous postcard calling him a coward. Cute found family, drama, angst (ex-lover stuff, internalised cowardice, illness, near death experience), some violence. There's a scene where Phileas gets flogged (whipped, essentially) quite violently, and it's somewhat graphic. Touches on themes of racism. Phileas is 100% neurodivergent.

☆ BBC Iplayer (UK) (or VPN)

- Inside Man (HARRY WATLING)

DT plays a vicar, Harry, who is involved in a murder after trying to protect his son - who was accused of having CP. Suicide themes, murder, self-harm - explores the idea that any person can murder, if they're pushed the right way. Includes topics to do with CP and pedophilia.

☆ NETFLIX, AMAZON

- Litvinenko (LITVINENKO)

Biopic about Alexander Litvinenko. A group of detectives investigate the poisoning of Litvinenko. David is bald in this show. (Scary)

☆ ITVX (UK) (or VPN)

- Doctor who (10TH AND 14TH DOCTORS)

Do I need to explain Doctor Who???? David Tennant plays the tenth and fourteenth regenerations of The Doctor, a Time Lord from outerspace. He travels around in the TARDIS with human companions.

☆ BBC Iplayer (UK)

I think I'm gonna leave it there, but there are a LOT that I have not touched on. This post is a very accurate and long list of everything on DT's filmography, so i recommend you check that out.

Other things I didn't mention (off the top of my head):

There She Goes, Bad Samaritan, Einstein and Eddington, Rab. C Nesbitt, Bright Young Things, LA Without a Map, Much Ado About Nothing, Duck Patrol, True Love, Gracepoint, Camping (US), Nan's Christmas Carol, Mary Queen of Scots, (You, Me and Him), Secret Smile, Deadwater Fell, Jessica Jones, Dramarama, Spies of Warsaw, AND A LOT MORE. (+ voice acting roles, and also his narrating work on Spy In The Wild (2017)

#david tennant #good omens #takin over the asylum #campbell bain #broadchurch #takin' over the asylum #alec hardy #crowley #taking over the asylum #david tennant roles #casanova #phileas fogg #im not tagging them all #tennantverse #david tennantverse #david tennant fandoms #YES i left out a lot of very popular ones #dont come at me #this was just the ones i wanted to write about

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moonstoast · 2 years

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fahrenheit 451 by rad bradbury // mobeen hakeem // vincent van gogh // virgina woolf // the secret history by donna tartt // alejandro casanova

#web weave #web weaving #words #art #fahrenheit 451 #ray bradbury #van gogh #vincent van gogh #paintings #mobeen hakeem #the secret history #donna tartt #virgina woolf #alejandro casanova #writings #prose

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yan-snowcave · 1 year

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♥️ Love is in the air~ ♥️

Reader x Yandere boys, Valentine headcanon's + drabble's

Words : 1K

Yandere's featured here :

- Alan [@hatchetmanofficial]

- Keith & Tenebris [@dualityvn]

- Casanova [@cannibalsweetheart]

- Friend [@stnaf-vn]

- Robin [@turnthepagevn]

A/N: While all of these characters have a drabble I'm not that confident in the Friend & Robin one I wrote ^^" I'm still trying to learn more about Friend and Robin but for now I will see this as a small test, so sorry if they are OOC

Also happy Valentines! Who needs a partner when you can have cheap chocolate the next day and yandere boyfriends >:3c

🪓🦌 Alan Orion 🦌🪓

• Instead of buying you chocolates or a bouquet of flowers he whittled a wooden heart locket for you with a love message on the back.

• Prepared a picnic under the starry night near the river where a lot of animals come by to drink or rest.

• He would be over the moon if you gave him chocolate filled with honeycomb.

[Drabble]

Pointing at the diffrent animals, Alan's head rested on your shoulder as he whispered facts about them. Whenever your eyes met you could see his love & devotion glistering in his eyes.

One of Alan's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

Yes, you're sure that this is where you belong, next to your beloved Hatchet Man.

🪴🌹 Keith 🌹🪴

• Makes his own chocolate in the shapes of roses, if you like white chocolate he will even dye them red with green leafs.

• Takes you to a botanique garden, pointing at flowers that remind him of you before revealing their meaning. He also brought a cute, little lunchbox with food that you can share.

• At home you would be pulled into a comfy, cuddle session, while he showers you in kisses and tells you how lucky he is to have you by his side.

• He gives you a bouquet of flowers, it contains red, white (and even a black) Rose, red & white Carnations, pink Asters, magenta Zinnia's, Heliotropes, Hyssops, Sweet Pea's and White Gardenia's.

[Rough Meaning : Sweet love but also eternal obsessive, he will shower you in long lasting affection & won't ever forget you. You make him happy and he's willing to sacrifice anything to stay by your side since you're perfect in his eyes]

[Drabble]

A hand runs through your hair, sweet nothings are whispered into your ear, followed by a kiss on your cheek.

Flowers from the bouquet are tucked behind your ear as you return his affection through kisses, nuzzles and whispered praise.

Causing him to blush as your fingers intertwined at last.

🎮🌹 Tenebris 🌹🎮

• Failed at making chocolate so he just decorated the cupcakes with it, some slightly resemble those cute animal cupcakes. Just with very melted faces and wonky chocolate ears.

• Tenebris plays a love song that he composed for you on his guitar. If you praise him for it he will blush.

• Doesn't really get why valentines is that important to some people. He also buys the chocolate the next day when it's on sale & shares some of it with you.

• Thought the mistletoe tradition was also used on valentines day. He was very disappointed & confused when he learned that it's a Christmas exclusive thing. ("But it's all about kissing and Valentines is all about this shit! Your kind is really confusing, y'know that?")

[Drabble]

You two sat on the ground, backs leaning against the couch as the sound of button mashing echoed in the room.

Curses, popcorn and the occasional tease were thrown around. A few kisses were thrown in to distract the other from winning the game.

Of course, this lead to where you two are currently now; on the ground, laughing, arms wrapped around each other as Tenebris purrs in delight.

🫀 Casanova🫀

• Will bring you still beating human hearts instead of chocolates. One heart has a love message carved into it but you can barely read it with how mutilated it looks.

• Cooked a fancy dinner for you two, the table would be covered in rose petals with candles illuminating the room.

• Casanova would swoon [And be his overdramatic-self] over whatever gift you give him. Get ready to be praised, hugged and kissed, for best results get him a red & black coloured fancy knife tho.

• If you ever hinted (be it serious or jokingly) interest in owning a chainsaw he would get you a custom one, so that you two could match.

[Drabble]

Sitting next to a grave wasn't what others or you yourself would call romantic. But Casanova just knew how to change that.

Sitting on one of the Valentine gravestone's you listened to him, serenading a love song to you, his duo-coloured eyes never leaving yours.

Fiddling with the onyx ring on your finger, you slowly reached out to him. Silencing him with a kiss.

💛 Friend 💛

• Brings you your favourite sweets in a custom made box [tri-coloured like his shirt with stickers of your favourite animal/s on the box.] Which a custom, self-made plush swan is holding onto.

• Friend will take you to the cat café where you confessed to each other. He orders the valentine special, which is a strawberry milkshake with two straws and a plate full of diffrent sweet treats to share. [He will try to feed you and if you refuse he will pout, if you do feed him he will be happy but alsontease you.]

• Don't joke about marrying him on valentines, he will go and buy a ring if he doesn't have one already waiting in his pocket.

[Drabble]

Friend nuzzled his cheek against your neck, arms wrapped around your waist as he looked towards you.

Pink glowing eyes were reflecting the love he held for you. Such a deep love that simply couldn't be explained by mere words.

With a teasing grin, he took a bite out of the treat you held. Licking his lips as he whispered into your ear.

"As sweet as these are, I much prefer to take a bite out of you, Sweetheart.~"

📖 Robin 📖

• Made a reservation at a restaurant so you could share a classic romantic meal together, dance on the roof under the moonlight and share a special moment fit to be in a romance movie.

If you prefer an at home date, he would of course spoil you with a home-made meal & cuddles in his semi-eldritch/human form.

• His gift to you besides the classic flowers, jewellery, chocolate (made by Ellie because his somehow caught fire and almost burned down his kitchen.) Is a book he wrote for you, filled with every reason why he loves you and hopes that you stay with him until time itself ends.

• Would love to get a book you wrote yourself in return. He would treasure it and keep it somewhere safe, not wanting to risk it getting damaged by anyone.

[Drabble]

The moonlight shone down upon you two, candles burned gently as the wind rushed through your hair. As you took a sip of your drink your eyes locked onto Robin.

Who sat there silenty, skimming through the book you gave him before suddenly closing it. Grabbing your hand he placed a kiss on each knuckle, whispering a gentle promise against your hand.

"I will treasure this gift like I treasure you, my beloved.~"

#my dear hatchet man #duality game #cannibal sweetheart #stnafgame #turn the page vn #casanova valentine #stnaf friend #robin adler #duality keith #duality tenebris #mdhm alan #alan orion #mdhm #stnaf #see thru need a friend #happy valentine's day #my writing

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tens-girl · 30 days

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Making a start on my Casanova crossover fic… Ten, Jack, Crowley and Zee take a trip to eighteenth century Venice, intrigued by Crowley’s stories about the infamous Italian who apparently bore a striking resemblance to the Doctor (and Crowley of course, but wow what a likeness to Ten! 😉)

Three Tennants in one fic…

Whenever I watch Casanova, I always feel like he is 90% Doctor-coded and then there’s that section in Paris where I’m like, yeah, that’s Crowley! So I headcanon that Crowley knew Casanova in Paris…

Lots of planning for this one, but it’s going to be so much fun! And with the usual dash of angst because that’s where all my main characters are right now…

Tell me that’s not Crowley…! ⬆️

#good omens #doctor who #casanova #crossover #writing fanfic #doctor who fanfiction #good omens fanfiction #crowley #tenth doctor #jack harkness #david tennant #eating a Lindt bunny while writing #happy easter

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hitlikehammers · 1 month

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PART ONE: Fail-Pirate!Eddie/Castaway!Steve (Pirate AU)

🌊Under the Water (Our Hearts Will Dream Again)🌊

Chapter One: Man Overboard

You’ve gotta understand: the truth about Eddie?

He’s shit as a pirate. Like: an absolute disgrace. Of all the bad names associated with the trade, if trade is what it can be called?

He might just give it the worst.

So, y’know. That’s nice.

Like, he knows his knots, he is excellent with his hands thank you kindly, and he ties those motherfuckers like a pro, too! So what if he just sometimes confuses his hitch for his stopper, they’re both knots, they both do the job of knotting.

(Mostly. They only lost a boat the one time.)

(As in lost-lost, not the ones that were retrieved in time but landed Eddie on scut anyway.)

Which doesn’t touch on his absolutely abysmal record at the looting end of things. He doesn’t mind taking from the well-off, but he does mind adding it to the ship’s take every time they make land; he maybe lies about how bad he is at the stealing, the all-important plundering of the job, because he ends up finding the people outside the center of town at every port, the ones who line the edges and he drops what he takes with the ones who need it there, where they can’t escape on the water, can’t live in motion on the whims of the waves and find their needs in the flux of a life unanchored.

So he’s not the worst thief, for the right victim. But his spoils never make it back to the ship so: it probably makes him pretty shit at the job to hand, in the end, either way. Add a mark to the tally.

And then, gods: don’t get him started on the taking of…other things. Who aren’t things, they’re fucking people and they deserve respect not…what the other people sailing under his colors seem to believe them useful for instead.

Eddie’s been sick over the edge of the stern, hidden by shadow even if it’s unnecessary because fuck, the rest of the crew is full-occupied with their plundering, and that’s the reason he spews over in the sea, the waves always feeling a little extra angry for his pollution of their waters and that’s fitting. It’s fitting that he’s defiling something sacred with the weakness of his stomach—but not his soul, not his morals or his sense of humanity, fuck’s sake, so: at least there’s that.

He guesses.

Admittedly, though: Eddie doesn’t care so much that he’s a shitty fucking pirate. It’s not piracy that led him here, that charted this course for his life.

It’s the Ocean.

Which, sure, that may strike either cliche or obvious, too soft and poetic or else just downright pointless to underscore because he made a conscious choice to live at Sea, especially given the laundry list of reasons he’s absolutely abysmal at the life-on-the-water thing. But it is the truth. The best and biggest truth he’s ever known, rooted deep enough to fuel his steps and guide his path to here, right here, being exceptionally bad at luring fucking fish in a tiny little dinghy that the crew who hates him decided was perfectly fitting for the anticipated catch and okay, fine, if you were going to base expectations off of prior performance then maybe, and also, also maybe being here, ending up precisely right here—laughingstock of his profession, maligned by his crew, foisted upon barely-a-boat to catch barely-a-fish because y’know what, he’d have become a goddamn fisherman in the fucking first place if he was any good at that—but maybe right here, like this would look like failure to anyone else, to everyoneelse but, y’see—

Eddie Munson was a boy, once.

And he remembers, crystal clear, from the touch of his mother’s hand on his shoulder to the smooth slide of the menacing-but-magical looking shell, with its pointy end for tiny hands to grasp and hold to, and it’s big spiky cone of a head to hold to his own, up against his ear as his mother guided his elbow up and whispered just listen, you’ll hear the ocean tell you its secrets—and he loved the ocean, loved the feeling of the soft foam of the tide on the hidden sands far from the harbor, loved the little creatures that scuttled in and out of the water when the waves crept up, loved the hint of a big fin, maybe real or maybe just imagined something that big, that dangerous, that beautiful breaching the horizon: Eddie wanted to know all the ocean’s secrets.

And when he’d held the shell of his ear, he’d heard them: whispered close and roared fierce alike and he’d felt weightless, giddy; just just floating.

Magic, like the shell in his hands.

And it didn’t matter when his father found him years later, stumbling drunk from the tavern where he spent money they couldn’t afford, finding Eddie with the conch pressed tight to his ear, almost too small now as he’d grown but still desperate for the secrets, the sound of the waves that seemed to reach out and know when they needed to break louder, faster to drown our the shouting, to wash over the way his father had hauled him up and thrown the shell to break a window and sneered your idiot secrets, boy, there’s no ocean in that fucking shell, s’the echo of your own coward heart that you hide in, there, stupid fucking—

It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter, not because Eddie got knocked to the floor much like his shell, after; not because it made a kind of sense, because if the secrets of the ocean were the mirror of his heartbeat then of course they were faster and louder when his father came home drunk, sometimes he chest got sore over how his heart raced on those nights; and not because when he finally gets his feet back under him, when his father’s wood-sawing snores signal the coast is clear and he can creep out and search in the dark for his shell and find it, cracked from the spin of the handle-like bit so he just has to cradle the wide bell careful in his palm and ignore the slice of the spires into his skin, ignore it for the sake of finding, finding—

The waves. The secrets. His own heartbeat like the thunder in a storm and it doesn’t matter because if that sound is his own heart, then, then it’s like the ocean’s secrets are in his own chest, a little.

Like if the ocean had a heartbeat, there’s something of it pressed inside his own.

And for all that his father tried to whip that wonder away from him, straight out of his hands? That reality is somehow more magical. And Eddie’s been drawn to the pulsebeat of the sea—devoted, even, almost like a lovesick longing—ever since, so.

Failing at pirating, including the fishing part? Isn’t a failure.

Because he’s on the Sea. And that’s all he’s ever really wanted.

It’d help his pride if he got like, one fucking fish, though. Even a tiny one. Though they’d probably mock him worse for a minnow than for nothing so: small mercies, maybe, that he’s pulling up untouched bait.

Still he sighs, and takes a moment, rakes his gaze over the setting sun on the water—they’re far enough out now that there’s no sight of land, just the ripples nearby that smooth into pure water stretching aft and aft further out and Eddie doesn’t have a shell but if he presses his hand to his chest and over his ear at once it’s almost, almost—

He both hears and feels his pulse jump, like the secret is a warning, and he believesthat’s it’s both because it’s the only explanation for the way he turns, at that precise moment that the water moves uncannily agitated, and lifts up something weighty, a heavy shadow, and—

“Man overboard!” Eddie’s voice cracks as his hands reach for the oars and he rows before he thinks because the Ocean told him to look—and maybe it’s childish, and foolhardy, and a silly winsome fantasy he should have left behind ashore long again but…

He can’t tell if the man—because it’s a man, indeed, he can tell now that the water has calmed, and how else to explain its sudden surge to command Eddie’s attention, to call him in close and then ease the way to the waterlogged body—but Eddie can’t tell if the body moves at all save at the water’s own whim, can’t see yet if the flesh is too pale or worse, too blue, and—

“Man overboard!” he cries out with feeling, now; he’s far from the ship but not so much that no one will hear screaming if not yet discern the words and he just needs them to know, needs them to be ready, especially if it’s somehow one of their own and he just repeats it, too of his lungs, shrieks it to the sky as he reaches the man’s form, facedown in the water, and that alone seizes in Eddie’s chest—why tell him a secret if it’s only a heartbreaking one, yet he cannot, will not be picky, he will never reject the confidences of the Ocean no matter how it chooses to disclose its mysteries, even its tragedies; he curses his crewmates for the pitiful size of his little vessel, a joke upon his lacking hauls but now he has need for size and sturdiness as he reaches for the body—broad and leant further mass by the water itself and far more precious than a hundred fish for feeding and for trading, this is a life and he strains to balance the boat and heave the man aboard so not to capsize them both and leave the circumstances worse for his help—

“Man,” he manages to screech before he tumbles back, but with the man in his arms to drag along into the dinghy and he knocks his own breath a little for the fall but the man’s here, and they’re upright, and Eddie scrambles on his knees toward his new charge and he—

Should not have wasted time trying to steady his lungs, really, because this man, on his boat, dragged from the waters, he, he is—

He’s absolutely breathtaking.

Eddie gapes at him, at the play of the sunset on his soaked hair, his skin—pale, but not blue, not dead yet—he is stunning even like this, what unimaginable beauty must be possess when he’s not—

Oh hells, yes, right; he—

Eddie probably needs to fucking check if the breathtaking man is breathing, before he contributes to losing something at sea far more precious than an improperly-knotted boat.

>>>CHAPTER TWO

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amatorysacrivn · 27 days

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Can we get some Casanova scraps?

I want him so bad<3

okay! updated casanova scraps <3

-casanova’s middle name is medea, which matches his twin’s middle name antigone

-his mom may be a vicious cult creating bitch but she had a way with names

-he’s the newest lead of his family’s organ harvesting company, which comes from his dad’s side

-he’d love to have a heir of his own to take over the company when he dies or retires, but then again he thinks he can’t die

-he’s a heavily flirtatious and teasing guy, he used to lure hook ups into his home just to cannibalize them alive

-he has a coke habit, keeps him awake during the late hours of his work

-his favourite organ is the liver!

-he has the bare minimum of medical knowledge; if his employees have a health issue they’re sent to the surgical ward

-nobody likes the surgical ward bc of the chief surgeon

-he speaks spain spanish!

-he had his braces taken out when he was 19

-he’s a charming boss, but he’s very hostile at mistakes. however, his hostility comes in actions, not words or attitudes

-he has a chainsaw named randy! he uses it exclusively for harvesting

-he has a rivalry with a pharmacist

-prefers jazz music

-prefers baths over showers

-very fucking loaded! like, he’s one of the richest characters in amatory sacrilege

#i missed writing for him #amatory sacrilege #amatory sacrilege vn #casanova 🫀 valentine

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heyharoldsboo · 1 year

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Okay, so I have spoken a few times over here about how finding the Wednesday cast and specially Percy helped me in a really difficult time in my life, but I have never elaborated. And in the spirit of filling the internet with love for him, I thought I’d share.

I'm not sure if everyone knows, but I work with marketing and PR for big companies. And for the last year and a half, until this January, I was in one of the biggest and most complicated clients I could be. I worked 14 to 16 hours a day, and they didn't respect "silly things" such as weekends. I had two burnouts in the span of 9 months, and I worked through both of them. I'm 25 right now, and at 24 I had to go to the cardiologist and do a full checkup. It wasn't heart issues though, it was generalized anxiety.

So, you get a general idea of how I was. I had anxiety attacks full time, I had panic attacks, I cried all hours during my work. And the internet wasn't a safe space for me, because it was (and is) work. So I stopped being online. I stopped answering my friends, I started getting anxiety attacks when a new message would pop up. I phisically couldn't answer anyone.

So, when I got word that Wednesday was being produced and had announced a cast, I thought - oh that's nice! I love the Addams Family! But I really couldn't muster the energy to go after news or look it up. A few months later, when filming started and the cast started posting their shennanigans, a friend in the industry sent me a video of Percy being hilarious. I looked him up, because it was the first thing in months that made me cry tears of joy. I honestly had the hiccups from laughing so much.

I've been following him and the cast ever since. But in the worst moments of this past year, it was Percy being his adorable silly self that made me laugh. I've lost count of how many times I have watched his rat rant. And the phone is a toast sketch. And for so many months, it was one of the only things that made me laugh when all I could do was cry.

So, I'm so thankful for him. For being this refreshing person, for not conforming to what is wanted from celebrities. For the references he uses in interviews and him sharing himself with us. I'll never be able to put into words how much he helped me. He'll probably never know how much he made a difference in the darkest time in my life, but he did. And I'm so grateful for it and for him. Because I never felt the need to PR celebrity analyse his stuff. It felt like I was watching a friend live his life, in his best moment. And he helped me make my online presence a safe space again.

So truly, thank you Percy.

#percy hynes white #phw #love for percy #our smol casanova #heyharoldsboo writes

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esperisdrunkinwonderland · 1 year

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He's a good time, Cowboy Casanova- send in a fluff request!

Sirius Black helping reader pick out an outfit for a night out with all their friends and he’s like all nervous telling them something would look good on them and when they try it on and it looks really good on them he lets it slip that he thinks they’re gorgeous

“Really?” “Yes, of course I do, who wouldn’t?” “I don’t believe you.” “You should.” “Why?” “It’s the truth”

and then they’re in love because we say so

<3 I hope this imparts even a little bit of inspiration, whatever you do with it I’m positively certain it’ll be amazing, even if you change the whole thing. The dialogue isn’t exactly a prompt, more to give you the vibe i’m trying for.

Smudged Lipsticks & Confessions

Word Count:300

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this! Thank you Della for requesting!

“Red dress or black dress?” You asked, turning, hangers in hand, to look at Sirius. “Black…” He murmured, eyes downcast and face reddening in embarrassment. You hung the red dress up and set the black one next to Sirius. You picked up two necklaces. "Gold or silver?" You asked. "G-gold." Sirius stuttered.

"Heels or boots?" "Heels." "Stockings or fishnets?" "Fishnets." "Gold watch or bengals?" "Watch." This went on for several minutes, you asking between two items and Sirius stammering out an answer. Finally, you had your outfit. You grabbed your things and scurried into the bathroom, commanding Sirius to wait outside.

Minutes later, you opened the door, dressed and ready for a night out with Lily, Dorcas and Marlene. Sirius felt his entire face burn crimson, and he shoved his head into his hands, hiding his blush from you."You look beautiful." He said quietly.

“You really think that?” “Yes, of course I do, who wouldn’t?” “I don’t believe you.” “You should.” “Why?” “It’s the truth.” You gave him the most skeptical look, but, nevertheless, stood and strode over to you. “I’ve been in love with you since second year.” He whispered, holding your face gently between giant hands. You gaped at him, speechless.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, gentle and loving. You stood, rigidly shocked for a moment, before reciprocating. He pulled away, staring into your beautiful (y/e/c) eyes. "Damn you, Sirius Black! You smudged my lipstick. But, in the name of love, I will forgive you." You murmured, kissing him again.

Sirius smiled against your lips, still giddy with excitement.

"You know, I think I'm going to spend the night with you, if that's ok with you." You said, holding Sirius's burning cheeks. "I'll be happy anywhere as long as you're with me."

#della my queen👑#esper says shit #esper writes #esper has mail #sirius x you #sirius orion black #sirius x reader #sirius black #sirius black x reader #HE'S A GOOD TIME #COWBOY CASANOVA

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slutterhaus · 10 months

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AN: This probably has typos and is ooc because I'm posting this with one eye closed and the other on life support. No thoughts, head empty, pretty braces boy makes sleepy brain go brrrr. CWs: Mentions of drugs, smut, knife play, blood play, reader has female anatomy and pronouns, honestly just jumbled word vomit. Let me know if I missed any!! Other: Third Person POV, no proofreading we die like men because this is self-indulgent anyways lmao. Casanova belongs to @cannibalsweetheart

Her eye twitched in light annoyance. As much as she loved him, adored him— Hell, even worshipped the very ground he walked on, his addiction got on her nerves 90% of the time. Part of her felt guilty, having promised him that she would love him as he was, but the cocaine worried her for his well-being.

A soft chuckle left her lips, imagining how anyone else might have bet money on the cannibalism, the organ harvesting. But no, her issue was watching him shove something up his nose.

She genuinely didn't want to say something in a way that would hurt him, so the cogs in her head started turning until a small smirk tugged at her lips. Casanova usually coddled and spoiled her, but maybe throwing on one of those tight little dresses that he bought her wouldn't hurt her chances of trying to bargain with him.

And that's how she ended up bouncing on his lap in the dining room, the metal from his Jacob's Ladder piercings making her shiver every time she took him from tip to base. Her fingers were shoved into his mouth, tongue lapping and swirling around the two invading digits that (ineffectively) tried muffling his noises. One of his hands gripped her waist tightly, helping her set a fast, rough pace. The other, however, gripped the handle of one of his very pristine, very sharp knives.

There was that look in his eyes again when she admired him, a dangerous glint behind those glassy, lust-filled eyes. She could see it in the mirror when he was getting dressed and she had brought up the exchange. Maybe her agreeing to this made something inside him switch, something he kept buried. But it also, in some fucked up way, excited her.

Taking her fingers out of his mouth, a long trail of saliva followed, still keeping them connected before she licked them clean.

"Mi vida, fuck...!" His moans and groans nearly drowned out the lewd squelching noises every time he bottomed out. "Breathe." As soon as those words left his lips, she took in a deep breath and braced herself. The cut was deep enough that blood steadily ran down her shoulder towards her chest, and she hissed through gritted teeth while Casanova licked his lips and flicked his tongue against her nipple.

Her blood had slightly pooled on the flat of his tongue, a whine leaving him as the coppery taste was more than welcomed in his mouth. He was diligent, not letting a drop go to waste before his mouth enveloped the cut and drank as if he was dehydrated. Both his hands were now on her waist, bouncing and grinding her on his lap at a bruising speed. Growls mixed in with his moans and muffled dirty talk, and she soon found herself clenching and spasming around his cock. Her toes curled, a gasped sob leaving her from the intensity of her orgasm.

Her mind was hazy, whining out at every thrust of his hips while his pretty mouth was still latched onto her shoulder. The dazed look on her face made it clear he was fucking her dumb. His thrusts were sloppy, almost despreate, and his teeth let go of her skin only to let out a long, shrill moan as he came. Thick ropes of cum painted her walls and stuffed her to the brim.

While she panted and tried to calm herself, Casanova went back to the bleeding wound on her shoulder. Her body was limp against his, forehead on his shoulder and a satisfied smile on her lips. As much as she hated to admit it, she could get into having him drink from her. Even when he was so good and agreed to sober up without putting up a fight.

What actually made her nervous was the other part of their agreement. Because even though she was currently a secretary, she had never been Mr. Valentine's secretary.

That, however, was a problem for tomorrow.

#I'm gonna go pass out noe #—Mobile Upload #—Cannibal Sweetheart #—Casanova Valentine #—Casanova Valentine x Reader #—Casanova x Reader #—Unholy #—My Writing

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crushingcasanova · 3 months

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I want to be her favorite person.

No, seriously--hear me out.

I want to know that, when she has nobody to turn to, it'll always be me. I want to know that when she wants praise, comfort, a conversation, or anything in between, I am the first person she comes to. I want to see her talk about me to other people, mentioning her "favorite person did that" or that something reminds her of me. I was her to send me everything that reminds her of me too--every silly joke, every fantasy, every message and anything else. I want everyone to know that she's got a favorite person already, and it's me. Always and forever, and without question.

Let me be her favorite person.

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princeloww · 3 months

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The urge to make 80000 different Tennantverse crossover fics

#i dont even read crossover fics #theyre just fun to write #think about it:#good omens x casanova #broadchurch x rab c nesbit x TOTA #broadchurch x rab c nesbit x TOTA x casanova #<- i can explain that last one #also not a crossover but i wanna write phileas fogg stuff sometime

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not-krys · 1 year

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The Traveling Adventures of Mister Fox and Miss Mouse

Few days ago, I was playing a FMK style ask game with @lorei-writes. One of the choices was who I would take a six hour train journey with. And, after I had given the other two choices some thought, Mitsuhide got the train ride choice. After that, the image of traveling in the old American West with him sparked in my mind.

And I tried my best to steer myself away from thinking too much about that concept bc time and energy levels wouldn't allow to make something completely coherent and complex.

And yet here we are, still thinking about an Old West traveling story with Mitsuhide.

Might as well see where this thought leads us.

Warnings: raw, unedited writing. Haven't done a whole lot of research into the old American West so details are bound to be incorrect. Reader will be referred to with she/her pronouns and other feminine aligning terms (Miss, missy, etc).

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No one has ever said that the life of a detective was ever a glamorous one, especially when a man needed to put food in his belly and a roof over his head. Mitsuhide Akechi was also no stranger to the odd job he didn't care for but needed the cash it provided.

This current job, well, it may have just taken an interesting detour.

Back east, a sleazy gentleman had come to him to find and return his runaway bride, an oil heiress whose family he managed to swindle her out of. He knew this type and, quite frankly, didn't want to take the job because of it, but with the threat of bankruptcy of his business over his head, he had no other choice.

Instead, he took the job of recovering this runaway heiress, finding her trail laughably easy to trace. A common trend of runaway brides had started when the government started offering handouts to whoever wanted to move out west to desert and mountain country, hoping to settle it more with American citizens. Women were especially needed as schoolteachers, so it was his first thought of where he could find his runaway heiress.

Luckily (or unluckily), his hunches were rarely wrong.

He soon found himself on a train bound westward, sitting a few booths down from a young woman with a deep purple bustle dress, her white collar high on her neck and her hat decorated with sprigs of lavender. She matched the description the sleazy gentleman had given him so perfectly, it almost tore his blackened heart that he had found the girl so quickly.

But, he didn't have the time or luxury of moral dilemmas when money was on the line.

He then saw the young woman being boxed in by two other gentlemen, likely either hired by the same sleazy gentleman that had hired him or opportunists seeing a woman alone and sought to take advantage of her. Either way, he wasn't about to have his quarry taken from under his nose, especially not by amateurs.

"Please," he heard her meek voice, trying to be brave in spite of her terror, "m-my husband will be back soon, so please leave."

A perfect opportunity, Mitsuhide thought, as he grabbed the untouched dinner from his table and walked towards them.

"I don't see no diamond ring there, missy," the scoundrel smirked, "you best not be lying to me about no husband-"

"Sorry I'm late, dear." Mitsuhide said, sliding the plate of food in front of her. "The cook was busy with all the orders, and I'm afraid the waiter said they just ran out of your favorite chardonnay."

The girl turned to him, her face still nervous, but glad that someone was helping her.

Her companions, however, were not as pleased.

"Who are you?"

"Why, I'm this wonderful woman's husband." He said cordially. "The meat hadn't been cooked to the way the lady liked it, so I went to get her a fresh one."

His voice dropped lower in the next beat.

"Now, may I ask what business you gentlemen have with my darling wife?"

His hand moved subtly to his belt, brushing back his white overcoat slightly to reveal the holster and pistol at his side. The holster, decorated with stitched bellflowers, gave a not so subtle hint of who he actually was.

The boys paled.

"J-just saying hello, sir."

"Y-yeah, just saying hi, sir. N-not looking for trouble or anything."

"Good," said Mitsuhide with a smirk, "I hope you enjoy the rest of the trip, gentlemen."

The boys moved away from the lady's booth, grumbling but knew when they had been beat. You sigh with relief.

"Thank you, for stepping in."

"No trouble at all, Miss Mouse." he tipped his hat. "They shouldn't be giving you any more problems."

"…'Miss Mouse?'"

"Sorry, just came to mind when I saw you trembling."

You turned your face away, cheeks turning a light pink.

"Is it really that obvious, how nervous I am?"

"A woman travelling alone rightfully has every reason to be fearful." He took the opportunity sit in the seat across from you, giving a small push to his plate of food towards you.

"But, that's your-"

"I lost my sense of taste years ago, Miss Mouse. Complex flavors that are in likely there are wasted on me."

"Still, you need to eat too, Mister…?"

He paused, weighing his options of using his real name or coming up with a fake one on the spot. You would likely figure it out once he seized the opportunity to take you back east regardless, but, luckily (or unluckily), you just giggled and finished your own sentence.

"Mr. Fox."

"Mr. Fox?"

"Yes, if you insist on calling me Miss Mouse, I feel you should be able to take your own medicine, correct?"

Mitsuhide chuckled.

"Very well. Miss Mouse, may I introduce myself as Mr. Fox, a westward-bound traveler seeking opportunity in the wide, wild world?"

You giggled again.

"You introduce yourself well, Mr. Fox. I'm an up and coming teacher moving to the West. The Oda company is hiring in California and with my grant, I'll be ready to start my new life soon!"

A bullet couldn't have hit his heart harder. She was giving him the usual excuse for why runaway brides run from bad marriages these days. His hunch was, unfortunately, becoming more and more correct.

"A teacher? That sounds exciting. All the way out here for a teaching job."

"Y-yes." You turned your face away, looking at the passing scenery. "The Oda company pays well. They're even giving me housing and everything."

"Sounds like you're all set for life, Miss Mouse."

"Yes, yes, I am." Your voice trails off, still paying more attention to the passing scenery.

Mitsuhide turns to look out the window as well, seeing the grassy greenery and pale blue skies passing at a leisurely speed.

#krys's adventure's in fanfiction #ikemen sengoku #mitsuhide akechi #ikesen mitsuhide #old west travel au #may or may not have cracked open cowboy casanova by carrie underwood while writing a good majority of this #bc I had a country phase when I was young #and I still have the biggest soft spot for cowboy casanova #it has nothing to do with this story #but I felt like y'all should know that #damn this has opportunity of getting longer and I hate it #not another long form fic when I'm still trying to finish Second Glance #Mitsuhide coming in once again to steal Hideyoshi's thunder lolololol

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daydreamersparasie · 2 years

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Smile Full of Bloody Teeth (Casanova x GN! Reader)

Warnings: Religious themes, bloodplay, there is one (1) puncture wound, breeding kink, praise kink, drinking blood, body worship.

MINORS DNI NSFW

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I really did open a doc an pass out only to come too with this✌️ ✌️ ✌️ Cult au where Casanovas mom is dead/left or smth, and he takes over gaining a very faithful follower (: YOU

It’s just self-indulgent smut idk what else you guys would want me to say.

My contribution to the fandom. I’ve only known about Casanova for one night but I love him. Honestly HOW COULD YOU NOT?????? The creator is super funny, has pretty interesting writer, learning more about his past is THRILLING. Makes me want to put him under a microscope and study him tbh. Casanova himself is a pure gem, and by gem i mean trash goblin, but that’s how I like them.

There was a time before they didn’t believe in a God. God was something of a hoax, for the masses to use as a scapegoat, hypocrites who wish to be free of sin. Over and over again they wished to be something holy, to become angels instead of the broken beings they were. They didn’t understand it, how one could give their everything to a being they couldn’t see. Until, they found him. There was something about his sermons, the bastardization of God’s that they knew, false profits upon a cross, bleeding for sins all for what? Bleed for one's simple human nature itself; when one should accept it with open arms? Embrace their wants, the instincts they were forced to hide away from the world above.

They had cried before his feet, begging for something they couldn’t dare know. Wanting everything, wanting anything that he could give them. Tears of guilt, tears of want, tears of elation, so many ways they cried out for him over the months.

“God, fuck-” they moan, toes curling, their parted legs trembling within his hold. His fingers sinking into the flesh of their thigh, his cool rings singing shivers down their spine. With a wet slurp, he lifts his head from their body, his tongue flicking out over his bottom lip. The light that shines through the stained glass window paints him in a kaleidoscope of color.

“Mi cariño,” he purrs against their thigh, his hair brushing against their skin as soft as cherry blossom petals. “Say my name.” To the ears of many, it would be a soft spoken thing, but behind that voice was steel, that cheeky smile telling them that he’d stop just to get them to beg.

“Casanova,” they cry out his name, feeling a hum of approval against their skin. There is something holy about his name, the way it rolls hotly off their tongue, and makes them practically sing for him. Body laid out upon the altar, they made their sacrifice, had begged for his mercy, the only one who could give it to them.

“Good, Good, Mi Vida, just like that,” he breathes in a reverence they know they don’t deserve.

They feel the familiar cold chill of metal against their skin, causing goosebumps to rise upon their flesh. They suck a sharp breath in through their clenched teeth, eyes wide, staring at the knife within his hand. It seemed to have appeared there in between blinks, silk robe hiding away the one thing many fear. This was their sacrifice, this is what they wanted to do, for him, for faith, for love- that didn’t mean the feeling of deep fear didn’t grip their heart. It was instinctual, the chill that goes through their body, not knowing where the knife will go, what it will take.

What will their God take from them, besides their very body? He already had their soul, after all…

He moved forward in between their legs, his robe seemed to flutter around him as he did. The red silk slowly slips from his shoulder, causing their frantic eyes to follow, their heart beat thundering within their chest. As it falls they are blessed with the sight of his bare chest, scars, and much, much more.

He seems giddy, high on elation, face flushed, his fingers trailing from their knee then to their thigh. With a look like that, they wanted to be his everything, his slaughter house, his killing floor and for his arms to be their final resting place. So struck by devotion, they barely heard his heated whisper against their ear.

“Take a deep breath mi corderito…”

They didn’t have time to feel dread well up within their gut, the bite of the knife ripping into their skin, sinking into their shoulder. A yell of agony overtakes them, tears trailing down their flushed cheeks as their body struggles against his. Instincts from long nights past coming to the forefront, when they used to be prey that was hunted. The knife keeps them pinned to the altar, his arms cadging them in as they wail underneath him. His violent actions are followed by soft caresses, his warm mouth leaving a trail of kisses against their heaving chest and praise- so, so much praise it makes them dizzy. Calling them so many things, pretty, ethereal, good, just for him, all for him.

“You’re so good, such a good boy for me,” he murmurs moving his hips enough that they could feel him pressing up against their entrance. He holds down their leg with his hands, rubbing himself against them making a spark of pleasure jolt through them. It doesn’t erase the constant throbbing from their wound, the jolt making a hiss of pain follow straight after. The sight of the knife from their peripheral vision starkly reminding them of the unpleasant, constant white hot burn within their skin. Their sudden movement only makes more blood trickle down their bare chest, painting their skin red. They almost miss the soft bite, and sting of his braces against their skin, the long cuts due to him moving far too quickly. Seemingly reading their mind, his warm tongue traces the trail of blood, braces grazing their nipple.

“So fucking ready look at you, so wet and all just for me…” He presses his forehead against their chest, breathing them in, tongue swiping over their salty skin.

“Please-” they gasp out, unable to take this teasing anymore, wanting him inside them, needing his breath within their lungs. He rocks his hips forward, his cock sinking into them easily, with less pain then the knife did as a guttural groan escaped him, only cut off by the wet sound of his mouth against their wound. He eagerly sucks up the blood, his tongue swirling against their skin practically drinking them down.

His patience seems to have run thin, thrusting in hard enough to jostle them a soft, “fuck.” escaping their lips breathless as he mercilessly fucks them. Their free arm wraps around him, fingers digging into his shoulder blade, leaving claw marks behind as he moans loudly.

“You’re mine,” he growls against their ear, nipping the shell of it. “I’m your first, and last. Do you understand? You’re always gonna be mine, forever and ever.”

They nod dumbly, lips parted in a silent, ‘O’ of pleasure not sure if they are screaming or whispering yes, yes yes- god YES they’re his, they’re his. Their body burns with him, from being absolutely filled, wide eyes staring up into his face to find him smiling down at them. His teeth are pink, their blood staining his mouth, his heterochromic eyes filled with, dare they say love, and equal parts lust. With each roll of his hips the room fills with the smack of flesh against flesh, their body trembling underneath him.

“I’m going to knock you up, fill you so full of me, breed you stupid, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

Their breathing grows heavier, their body slack against him, dizzy from his words. Or, maybe it’s the blood loss? All they can do is whine, head lulling in a pathetic nod as they weakly rock into his thrusts feeling a familiar coil in their gut.

“Fuck, you take me so well, look at you, begging to be filled. All mine, all mine, you’re never gonna to leave me.” Casanova’s thrust grow erratic, thrusting into them relentlessly, making them see white as they came. He kept moving, the sting of the knife and over stimulation making them let out a heaving sob, back arching not sure if they wanted to get away or beg for more to be used fully by him.

“Shh, it’s okay, you’re so good, so pretty in red, just gotta fuck it into you, to make sure it gets nice, and deep inside of ya.” His hips stuttered, teeth sinking into their flesh, sucking and licking up their blood as he goes over the edge. He rolls his hips, forcing himself as close to them as possible to get himself deep inside them. They could feel his hot cum filling them up, making their eyes roll back into their head, feeling as if he’s touched every part of them, heart, mind, body and soul.

They where his.

#cannibal sweetheart #casanova valentine #demon rambles #hm less of a ramble and more of a writing uhhh #demon writes #yeahhh #can you tell I have religious trauma #LMAO #under the covers™️#18+

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