#idek if i’m making sense but. fuck
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the way that akis death too is just…….. in the group of names being listed for the deaths from gun devil is such a different kind of pain…. it’s just so. unrecognized. unimportant….. he’s just another name killed by the gun devil (just like his family). i can’t stop thinking about him………
#he was killed the same way his family was#he is just another guy thats killed by gun devil#its just so UGH#everything is so painful#its 7am i havent been able to sleep even 🧍🧍#and the snowball fight is just his soul spirit w/e u lile to call it trying to get back to his family bc gun devil took his body…………#and denji just disappearing from the snowball fight when. gun fiend is killed bc his body is being released#and he gets to have what hes been aching for which js to return to his family……#im still so sosoo flooded with thoughts right now i#cant even word my agony#idek if i’m making sense but. fuck#aki…..#just. the fucking snowball fight man……..#csm spoilers#csm
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tumblr glitched and spared you all the most heated rant of my entire hoa fandom tenure
#idek what happened i answered the ask & hit post but it completely deleted LOL#I’m not gonna bother to reanswer anon’s ask so I’ll give you the abridged version:#i would not feel the need to post so much about season 3 of hoa if people would stop being such virulent haters#and hold this season to an entirely different standard than the other two#like it genuinely makes no sense#i cannot stress enough that you can like s3 the least#that’s your prerogative#but to be so LOUD and so WRONG#ALL THE TIME???#makes me genuinely mental#SEASON 2 IS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE SEASON#but season 3 needs love and so it’s been 11 years of me giving her love#anyway i guess i just gave you a take version of my rant#and @ anon: fuck you LOL leave me alone once and for all#i love having discussions and deep dives tho please do not think I’m @ing anyone on here you guys are chill and smart#and make good points and do great work and i love you#but if you’re a genuine s3 hater please fuck off to someone else’s blog i BEG#AND if you’re the anon who refuses to leave me in peace? i hope your pillow is warm on both sides#tess rambles
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yo I like really just don’t think I wanna be a part of society
#I’m so done with shit fr#I feel like I shouldn’t have been put on this planet sometimes#not bc I hate myself or shit#but bc I don’t fucking fit in with this bs#I know other peoples relate to this feeling#how fr we gonna make it idk#but we can do this#ugh#nothing makes any sense#I am tired#I’m ok no depressed shit rn#I am just over it all#idek how to describe it#gonna smoke a blunt about it#AND#fucking and. there’s more#the gas station dude that’s obsessed with me I am gonna have to spell it tf out to him#he continues to flirt with me even tho i literally DONT DO IT BACK EVER AND NEVER WILL#I WAS PRAYIN ON MY HANDS AND KNEES On my way! AFTER WORK THAT IT WOULD NOT BE HIM AND IT MFING WAS#AND HE WAS ALL FUCKING WEIRD AND EXCITED AND WAS TRYINT O MAKE ME TOUCH HIS HAND WHEN I WAS GIVING HIM MY CARD#AND I WAS NOT LETTING HIM AND HES LIEK ‘why’re you mad’#and I’m like bc just get my stuff so I can go home pls#also I go through the drive thru btw#but yeah he gets my stuff and fucking asks me again bc he was STILL being ducking weird to me and I’m just gonna kill him next time#problem solved#murder#jking#but I will probably have to be mean#he’s gonna make me do it and I really didn’t wanna be mena but fuck him fr#I do not care about his feelings anymore
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i have this theorem
#brown guy theorem but i really specifically mean indian guys bc literally … can’t throw all the brown guys under the bus this time#indian guy theorem: when guy is hot and knows he’s hot .. he gains a massive ego and is a fucking narcissist#yeah that’s about it#like personally it is very unattractive to me when a guy has a massive ego#and luckily!😃😃 for me!!! 😁 majority if not all indian guys have massive egos.#not saying i’m only into indian guys but like … i feel like it’s safe to assume that indian guys would be interested in me#idek if that makes sense 😭 like i get worried when i attempt to talk to a non-brown guy bc i’m like#what if he’s not into indian girls 😀 bc i have gotten that#multiple times in fact#but then again the actual indian guys are generally shit and my friend was like#why don’t u stop going for brown guys#like that’s not a current option bc what if he goes like ‘i don’t date ur race’#which i feel like is racist but i suppose it’s not but yeah it actually probably is#is that racist? feels racist. i wouldn’t reject a guy bc of his race why would he reject me right ??#i think i’m gonna end up getting my marriage arranged#bc this all makes me so sick#this escalated#anyway bye
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it’s crazy that i’m 25 and not sexually active at all and haven’t been for years I LOVE IT SO MUCH😐
#everything that is easy for everyone else is super hard for me like you just don’t get it ok#i think because i was born premature and kept in an incubator for the first few weeks of my life i now have a strong anxious aversion#of other people and it’s difficult for me to form close relationships and i’m very withdrawn and shy and isolated#i read premie babies kept in incubators are more like to develop withdrawn personalities like this#this is just another one of my personal theories i clung to instead of idk maybe changing and growing?#but it’s so fucking hard like i’m a grown ass man and so out of touch#i feel like there’s always been this glass wall separating me from everyone else and maybe it will always be like that#maybe it’s just not possible for me to have close intimate relationships or to have myself and my sexuality figured out#everything just feels constantly disorganized#sometimes i’m like man maybe i’m just a straight up faggot but then i’m like… i don’t think so.. but idk what i want like ever#and i’m almost 30 and everyone has so much experience and life under their belt and i still struggle to talk to people i’ve worked with for#over a year like FUCK this is why i used to abuse drugs and alcohol cuz NOTHING EVER MAKES SENSE#or maybe i do know and just don’t want to face or accept the truth? so i dice it up in digestible pieces but i ignore the whole#idek know what i’m saying fr i’m just in my mind
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so my ex just used me to get better and then dated someone else once he was okay, so i’m requesting a toji fucking megumi’s ex gf to teach his son a lesson, or megumi’s gf ends up taking “Break my heart? i’ll be your step mom.” too seriously 🫶
fuck ur ex fuck him i hate him idek know him but i hate him!!!! enjoy the filth <3
warnings: 18+ MDNI, age gap, implied cheating, vaginal sex, revenge sex, clit rubbing, pet names, praise, slight cucking, creampie.
words: .8k
“Oh. God, T-Toji—!” you cry out as his cock buries deeper and deeper inside of you.
The prominent veins stimulate your walls with every thrust while his cockhead pummels against your g-spot with perfect precision. He doesn’t miss a beat, either, he possesses an endless supply of stamina and he’s using it to his advantage.
He silences you with a nasty, drool infused kiss as your tongues tangle effortlessly. It’s hard to feel guilty about letting your ex’s dad rail you when it feels this good. It was a messy breakup, and yet, you didn’t feel the need to cut off Toji. You broke up with Megumi, after all. Not his dad.
Though you didn’t expect to be lifted onto his chest of drawers when you came over and fucked within an inch of your life. You decided to come over and collect the last of your things and ended up staying a little longer than planned when Toji offered you a glass of wine. In hindsight, you’ve realised that he offered and spilled it on you just to get you upstairs.
“Kid’s a fuckin’ idiot,” he snarls, resting his forehead against yours. “Perfect little pussy, baby, so fucking perfect.”
You watch him as he pulls his head away from yours and licks his thumb, lowering it to rub your puffy clit without slowing his thrusts. Your head falls back against the wall behind you, feeling lighter than air and losing all sense of control as he fucks into you slow and deep.
He smiles at you as you place your hands on his shoulders, moving his lips to softly kiss each of them.
“Knew he’d fuck things up eventually,” he announces, confidently, “The minute I saw ya, I knew Megumi wasn’t gonna be able to handle you, darlin’.”
“Fuck, Toji, h-have you been waiting for this?” you ask him, already knowing the answer by the way he smirks.
“You think too much.” he tells you, leaning forwards to make out with you again. He’s right, of course, but the harder he ploughs into you the muddier your thoughts become. All you can think about is him. There’s inklings of regret as Megumi flashes through your mind. He sees it behind your eyes, he must do. Because soon after he grabs your face in one large hand until your cheeks pucker. “Stop thinkin’ about the piece of shit, he’s not thinking about you.”
“Oh my God…” you huff, knowing he’s right. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer again, moaning into his mouth as your walls begin to tighten. “Make me— wanna cum—” you tell him, earning another passion induced kiss and faster thrusts.
“Yeah? Wanna cum, baby?” he asks, and you nod in turn. “Can I cum in this pretty cunt?”
“P-Please, yes please!”
The moaning from both of you is raucous as he chases his own high and forces you into yours. You cream around him beautifully. He still can’t believe what an idiot Megumi was to let you go. But he won’t complain, not when he’s emptying his balls into your gorgeous little pussy.
You pant and move the hair out of his face being stuck down by his sweaty forehead. He laughs, softly, and you can’t help but join him when the reality sinks in. Though he helps you down and picks up your underwear from the floor. He grabs his shirt while you slip into them, feeling particularly vile when you feel his warm seed seep into the gusset of your panties.
He watches you as you pick up your jacket and your phone.
“You’re on your phone already?” he laughs. “Don’t tell me I was just a cheap fuck.” he teases you, and you smile.
“No, sorry.” you smile back as you let the intrusive thoughts whirring through your mind win. You were going to delete his number, though you’re glad you didn’t as you hit dial on Megumi’s number. You’re pleased Toji doesn’t hear the faint ringing sound, and you’re even happier when you see the time going up on your screen, seeing that Megumi actually answered.
“hello?” you hear him say a few times, muffling the sound as you put it in your jacket pocket.
“I can’t believe we had sex, Toji.” you speak, doing all you can to not smirk as you’re sure Megumi’s heart just dropped. “You won’t tell Megumi, will you? I’m so mad at him… I hate him… but I don’t want to hurt him.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not telling him.” Toji nods, agreeing. “Can’t lie though, I wouldn’t mind fucking you again.” he chuckles.
“Then…” you approach him again, kissing him. “Fuck me again, Toji. Wan’ your cock again. Want you t’cum in me again. Need you… s’bad.” you moan quietly as his hands begin exploring your body. He lifts you up and throws you down onto the bed, pulling his jeans down again.
“Fuck me, princess, thought you’d never ask.”
You begin kissing again, unsure how much of that Megumi heard. But you make sure to keep your volume sufficiently high as you make out with his dad.
It’s the least he deserves for cheating.
© 2023 rinhaler
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Dating King Ben Would Include…
Holy shit,
This is a lot.
Def NSFW
Warnings: sex, language, not proofed, I’m a slut
- r u actually kidding this man
- Idek where to start
- How about this
VK
- the moment he lays eyes on you
- Fuck
- When he smiles at you for the first time???
- Bye.
- Falling for the king-to-be was NOT part of the plan
- But he’s so goddamn cute
- You slip into the stands at his tourney game
- He makes a great play and you let out a cheer
- Surprising everyone around
- And he just grins at you
- There’s a party that night
- You show up in your most flattering dress
- And Ben cannot take his eyes off of you
- (The beast inside is awakening)
- He asks you to dance
- his big hands fit on your waist so perfectly
- Your hands loop around his neck and your fingers play with his hair absentmindedly
- You’re so nervous
- He pulls you closer to him and whispers into your ear
- “Relax.”
- Hello???
- He’s so in love with you UGHHHHAGGGA
- not following plot anymore screw it
- “You coming to the game tomorrow?”
- “Why should I?”
- “I can think of a pretty good reason.”
- SHAMELESSLY FLIRTS WITH YOU
- “If we win, I get to take you out on a date”
- “And if you lose?”
- “We won’t.”
- Ben fucking winks at you and just
- Up and leaves
- Someone take the confidence juice away from him!
- You go see another one of his games and after he wins, he runs up to you, sweaty and grinning, gorgeous as ever
- Before you say anything
- His head dips down to your ear, hands slipping around your waist
- “My car is waiting for you. I’ll be there soon”
- The mf had no fucking doubts that they’d win
- He gives you another million dollar smile before jogging away
- Leaving you flushed and a little turned on?????
- The date is absolutely wonderful.
- He changes ur perspective on everything
- Makes you his queen eventually
AK
- He’s such a gentleman omg omg
- PRINCESS TREATMENT OMFG
- Opening doors for you!!!
- Pulls out your chair for you!!!
- Ur a cheerleader
- He’s def the kinda bf to score and point at you like
- “Scored that for you, baby!”
- You wanna roll your eyes but can’t bc of his damn smile
- Don’t even get Ben started on your fucking uniform
- He’s down bad fr fr
- You in the colors of his kingdom??? HELLO?!
- He’s gone
- Such a fan of public PDA
- will kiss you ANYWHERE
- seriously
- Always has to be touching you
- The beast in him tbh ur his
SEX
- everything this guy does is
- Always turning you on fr
- At the worst times too
- He’ll just look at you and give you the smile he only does while balls deep inside of you while at dinner with his parents
- And he knows it too
- The way you blush and look away?
- He KNOWS
- Please he gets weak in the knees when you say his name/title
- “Benjamin”
- “King Ben”
- “King Benjamin”
- “Your Majesty”
- Bye
- I imagine that he’s so sweet at first but you can tell that he’s holding back (beast boy HELLO?!)
- You have to convince him to finally just let it out
- What does that entail?
- Let’s make a list!!
- Scratch marks on your thighs
- So so many hickeys (he doesn’t fucking care who sees, he’s the king)
- Finger print bruises on your waist and hips
- BITE MARKS
- shit
- This man has a heightened sense of smell
- So like… beware
- Low key high key loves the way you smell
- Will not stop sucking and biting on your neck bc of it
- BEN IS A DOM IM SORRY NOT SORRY
- it’s such a stress relief for him!
- Seriously as king he needs to release his stress somehow
- You luv when he’s rough with you
- A full on Edward Cullen breaking the bed moment and he’s scared to even touch you
- And ur like “Ben do it again”
- He’s all 😮 “wut”
- “Please?”
- And bam thinking with his dick again
- You love it when he fucks you in his office
- In between meetings
- When anyone can walk in
- “Don’t want everyone in the castle to hear your dirty sounds, now do we?”
- BEN IM SORRY
- HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO KEEP QUIET WHEN UR LITERALLY REARRANGING MY INSIDES ON YOUR DESK
- Riding him while he’s in his desk chair
- The staff is quite confused when he asks for a mirror to be hung as a decoration on the opposite side of his desk
- It’s so you two can watch obvi but they don’t know that
- OMG the two of you at formal events and he cannot keep his hands off of you
- The things he whispers in your ear my GOD
- looks like the two of you are just innocently dancing but if they really knew the dirty things he was saying to you
- “What would everyone think if they knew how turned on you are right now?”
- “You taste better than all the food here.”
- Like r u kidding me he’s the dirtiest guy
- MASSIVE DICK ENGERY
- Its unfair
- Him pulling you out of the ballroom to absolutely ravish you with his parents and subjects a wall away
- Him just fucking you while wearing his crown omg (cant stop thinking about this)
- He’s so needy all the fucking time
- Anyways back to office sex
- It’s his fav
- Literally you’ll be on his lap and he’s fucking up into you and he will get a phone call
- Motherfucker GRINS at you
- “don’t make a sound”
- And then ANSWERS IT.
- KEEPS FUCKING YOU THROUGH THE PHONE CALL
- NO MATTER HOW LONG IT IS
- Oh and def makes you keep eye contact with him the whole time with his hand on your throat
- Ben with a beard????
- Between your thighs??
- With the fucking fangs?????????
- DEAD
- DECEASED
- BYE
- GONE
- Is always down to eat u out
- Such a golden retriever bf about it
- Def fingers you in the car
- If ur driving??
- “Eyes on the road”
- 💀
- If he’s gone?
- You best BELIEVE he’s calling for phone sex
- “C’mon let me hear you. You sound so pretty when you’re desperate for me.”
- Soft mean Dom soft mean Dom
- Will hop in the shower with you just so he can wash your body
- Also makes you come with the shower head
- Loves boobies
- Loves ass
- He can’t decide which he likes more
- Loves making you watch what he’s doing
- If he’s going down on you?
- Eyes on him at all times
- Fingering you?
- You better be watching it
- That’s why the mirror comes in handy
- When you lock eyes through the mirror?
- His crown is lopsided and he’s just
- He’s just
- You know
- FUCKING KING BENJAMIN
- And he’s always smiling at you
- He knows what that smile does to you
- Uses it to his advantage
- He knows he’s pretty
- He loves waking up before you after a long night of straight up fucking
- He sees the damage done
- By him
- And it just gets him going!
- You wake up with his head between your thighs
- “Morning”
- It was in fact a good morning
- his morning voice adds to it
- You loooooove to tease him
- Low key flirting with another guy, if it’s fucking Chad you better get prepared
- Wearing an outfit you know he loves in a public place when he’s with his parents doing his king duties
- Putting your hand on his inner thigh during a meeting
- I hope you know what you’re getting into!!!
- He storms into his room that night where you happen to be lying on the bed, oh so innocently
- Wearing his jersey or a button up of his
- You don’t bother looking at him, already trying to hide the smirk on your face
- You can feel the glare as he shrugs off his suit jacket
- And removes his tie
- And loosens his collar
- And pushes his sleeves up
- (your favorite Ben look)
- He knows this ofc
- Sets his hands flat on the bed and just stares at you
- Finally you look up, a giggle escaping immediately
- “You think it’s funny, do you?”
- His hands wrap around your ankles, pulling you towards him
- His knee settles between your legs as he leans over you
- “Answer your King when he speaks to you”
- “Yes, your majesty”
- His head drops back and something (THE FUCKING BEAST) ignites inside of him
- He laughs
- Not like his true laugh
- A dark, sinister laugh
- Coming from Ben?
- Noble, brave, and good Ben?
- When he’s about to fuck you into oblivion?
- Good. Fucking. Bye.
- What’s Bennyboo up for??
- So much
- He’s horny ALL THE TIME
- highest sex drive ever
- Esp with the fucking beast
- He can go for hours
- King (lol) of stamina
- “You can do it baby”
- “C’mon, one more for me”
- “Fuck you’re doing so well”
- “Good. So so good”
- He’s loud as FUCK
- not embarrassed about it all
- No fucks given
- Will walk out of his office he was just bending you over in to greet his father in the next room like MAN ISN’T PHASED AT ALL
- And you’re catching your breath like 😳😳😳
- On one hand, he’s so nice and genuine and so well mannered
- And then when it comes to you, he’s a cocky little shit who can’t keep it in his pants
#ben descendants#descendants#ben florian#ben florian x reader#ben Florian smut#ben descendants smut#descendants smut#king ben#king Ben x reader#descendants king Ben
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ryujin x f! reader. smut
so i’m back with this out of the blue as usual, hope you enjoy whatever this is (a desperate ryujin trying to make u feel good). for me, here she’s a sub! top or service dom ?? if that makes sense, maybe a switch idek but whatever she’s just a mess and we’re here for it!
men and minors dni!!!
ryujin has been a little too desperate and needy today, her mind filled of thoughts of filling you up with her strap, making you shiver with overstimulation. it is why once she’s home and you’re not there, she’s is so sulky and whiny, knowing you went shopping because you texted her asking what she wanted but even though she knew you’ll be there soon, she couldn’t control herself and dropped her things next to her on the sofa quickly, lowering her sweatpants. she knew she was needy, and wanted to take her frustration upon you, that’s why she tried to tease herself slowly above her panties, shuddering when she pressed her palm over her now soaked core, touching herself gently and closing her eyes, bucking up her hips when she started touching her clit faster, guttural moans leaving her mouth thinking of you, of you riding her, meeting her hips with yours in harsh movements, but in reality it was just her humping her own frantic hand.
her mind was taking her places that made her push her panties aside and finally touch her own wetness, at this point even her shirt was lifted as she pinched her nipples too. she was so hot and bothered, moaning your name and spreading her slick across her folds. that’s the sight you came across when you opened the door, humming in approval when you locked your eyes together, smirking at her mess and fucked up state. you waited no time in dropping the few things you bought on the floor, walking to her while she was still playing with herself but slowed down her pace.
“mhm.. couldn’t wait for me darling?” you whispered in her ear, kissing her jaw after with wet kisses, sensing her trembling and out of breath, so you replace her hand with yours and hiss at the contact of your skin with her soaking pussy. “so good for me baby, so fucking wet already just thinking about me”.
“d-don’t tease, please” her chest was heaving as you rubbed her faster, pushing her head back and moaning every time louder when your tongue enveloped one of her buds, groping her other tit. “y/n! eat me the fuck out. please, i’m so, so close”
you slapped one of her inner thighs hard, shutting her up but still did what was asked lowering your face between her legs “poor thing is so needy, i want you to tell me what were you thinking about while i eat this pretty pussy or else you won’t be coming any time soon”. you took her panties and sweatpants off of her in one go and lifted her legs to press to her chest and dived right into her soaking wet pussy while you stared at her reaction in awe, at the same time telling her with your eyes she needed to start talking.
so she tried her best to be coherent with her words and thoughts, difficult with being tongue-fucked at the same time. “oh my god. i was thinking about- about you. ahh, about wrecking and fucking you senseless with my cock, opening you up really good” her cheeks were flushed and her voice hoarse with what you were doing to her and embarrassment fueling her body.
even though she was now the wrecked one, that didn’t stop you to moan in her pussy, the vibrations making it worse for her as her legs shake so bad, feeling you clenching around nothing with her words, fucked up voice and state, looking at her so intensely before touching yourself, diving in deeper and sucking on her clit so hard she closed her legs, her strong thighs on your head, and that pushed you to be almost nose in deep, whining on her and rubbing her clit non stop as she came so hard in your mouth, her hips twitching as you helped her through her orgasm and her legs fell to your sides. you were soothing her with light touches on her skin; on her inner thighs, her abdomen and kissing every bit of it as your kisses climbed up through her chest, her collarbone, neck and finally, crashing your lips on a slow kiss.
she could taste herself on you and giggled a bit between the kiss because of it, as you held her in your arms knowing she needed to be assured after such an intense orgasm. anyways, she had other plans and made you know them as her tongue came in contact with yours, heating up the kiss and touching your sides. she pushed you into the sofa making you lay on your back, crawling above you as she continued on kissing you passionately, lips crashing with no rest making you even more needy than before, so you separate the kiss to be able to lift your top as quickly as you could but your girlfriend stopped you.
“let me, baby” she kept her intense gaze connected with yours, lowering her mouth with kisses and licks all over your neck, collarbone and the exposed part of your chest that showed through your tank top. you usually wore no bra and today was no different, already aroused she licked your nipples over the fabric making you gasp and grip into her shoulders, at the same time she pulled down your tank top just a little to expose your breasts, making her hum in approval as that helped to keep them in place and lifted them a little bit. she twisted one of the buds with her fingers as her tongue lapped the other, squeezing them as hard as she could so she could hear your pretty moans for her.
“f-fuck, ryujin. be a good girl for me and just fuck me, please” something changed on her demeanor and wrinkled your top instead of taking it off, it felt rougher, hotter and made you more exposed just for her. she was fast removing your shorts and panties, desperate to comply and to be as closer as she could be with you. she looked at you again, her face flushed and expectant as she teased with her fingers between your pussy lips so slow, what gained and instant reaction of you bucking your hips.
“you’re dripping for me, aren’t you baby?” she pressed onto your clit, smirking at you “i’m going to fuck you real good, been thinking about it nonstop” she started rubbing in circles your clit with her thumb as her other fingers collected your arousal and spread it through your slit as if it was necessary “you’re so fucking hot” she looked at you with hazy eyes, as she pressed the pads of her fingers into her mouth, licking them clean “and taste so sweet for me darling”.
that made you gulp, already kind of breathless because of her constant teasing, which made you hornier and needier as she knew what she was doing. when you were about to tell her something, she had already grabbed firmly one of your thighs and positioned between your legs, sitting and connecting your wet cunts together which won a moan out of both of you. she tried to regain her composure, but failed terribly, she was extremely hot all over and started to hump against you frantically.
she grabbed one of your tits as she rode your pussy, so much arousal gathered between the two of you, the room was filled with the sound of her pussy squelching against yours. her thrusts were erratic, searching for friction against your clit and whining once she found it, making your legs tremble. you slapped her ass, to bring her to the edge and moved your hips to meet hers. it was so rough but you never felt any more relieved, even though you could feel yourself dripping even more, making the slide easier.
“you’re always so good to me ryu, i’m so- damn close” she gasped for the praise, her brain turned into smush as everything she thought about was to make you feel good, to make you come and scream her name, continuing to move against you senseless, as she pursued your lips for a kiss. it was so messy, so rushed but intense giving the position, she hummed and then put your heads together gasping for air.
“mhm, i- i want to feel you. ahh, i want to feel you squeezing around me, fuck” she pushed two fingers into your eager hole, hissing when the tight walls sucked her digits in and exactly as she wanted to, she could feel your cunt tightened around her fingers with a gush of wetness which made her feel so eager and close to her high, too. she moved them as she could, her non existent rhythm based pure on her desperation as her hips did “cum, cum for me please, i need it so bad”
your whole body was shuddering at this point, your eyelids trying to stay open to look at her, to registre the way her face falls apart the moment her orgasm hits her, she’s bubbling nonsense now when seconds after her, you feel your orgasm crashing down on you too, saying her name like a prayer the moment you release the liquid spurting out of you between both of your cunts, eyes screwed close when she helps you going through it playing with your clit, moaning the instant it became too much and her hands turned away from you so as she did, falling to your side and reaching for you to held you close.
you kissed her nose before going for her lips, cuddling and needing each other warmth even when you felt sticky, but for now what mattered was reassuring each other “thank you my darling, you did more than enough. fuck, i still feel on cloud nine to be honest” both of you laughed, knowing it was true, due to the intense ecstasy you went through. so you just kissed softly, admiring the way her lips were so swollen and reddened, but it was what made you go for more, showing through your kisses your pure adoration and love for her.
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idek if this makes sense but leon x fem reader and like, reader has a voice kink? istg leon has the loveliest voice ever 😰😰 so like leon sweet talking reader with that sexy ass voice of his sjdjekjfksk love your writing btw it always hits the spot 😈
sorry nonnie for making you wait so long ong. like actually so sorry :( anyway here’s the fic!! i love leon’s voice so i TOTALLY GET U. i’m on a small break and my writing prolly sucks even more than usual but that doesn’t mean i won’t write when i feel like it. anw still working on the theme but yeah this takes time cuz i have a lot of things to do;; hope you forgive me
as always, no warnings!! fem!reader
btw guys don’t you think they look the same
it’s just the way he’s talking to you, using that tone only around you. you’ll never see him use this tone around anyone else. the soft, smoky tone that makes you shiver pleasantly under him. it’s reserved for you.
you think Leon doesn’t see the way you get weak in your knees when he speaks to you, lowering his voice on purpose. you try to hide it, but it’s just so obvious he has to hide his grin that’s forming on his face. it’s cute, he thinks. he likes to tease you with it, too. not directly calling you out, but rather speaking with that voice on purpose to see your reaction. that’s also how he figured out you have a voice kink. Leon is a quick learner, after all.
he’s speaking, sultry voice filling your ears as he makes love with you into oblivion. hands intertwined together, his lips next to your ear, muttering sweet nothings to you that make you clench around him as he thrusts into you, all the way to your cervix, nudging that sweet spot deep in your guts.
“Goddamn, you make the sweetest noises, baby,” he murmurs against your skin, his hands gripping your hips, hard enough to bruise. you don’t even have to say anything, he talks you through it most of the time. your brain turns into a mush with the way he’s filling you up.
“Pussy so good I never want to pull out, you know? Fucking love it,” his voice begins to turn breathy, a small hint he’s growing close. and it’s true. he’s actually really quick to drown pussydrunk on you. drunk on you, too. you’re his weakness, whenever he’s balls deep in you or outside sex. if he could, he’d never pull out, make you cockwarm him forever because your gummy walls just feel too good. his heavy balls slap against your ass, the skin slapping noise filling your bedroom.
he folds you so you’re in mating press, but he makes sure he’s always near your ear so he can keep talking you through your orgasm, husky voice filling your senses and making you forget about everything.
“My pretty princess, always taking me so well. Come on, need this pussy to cream around my cock, goddamn,” whenever Leon gets close, he always makes sure you cum first. he gets especially talkative when he’s about to cum, it’s his habit. he either needs to talk or have his mouth busy munching on your clit, no in between.
“Gonna cum in you, fill you up till I’m empty. Gonna stuff you full, make sure nothing spills out. Keep milking me dry, I love it ‘s much.” his thrusts start to grow faster when he feels you clamp around him, feeling proud of himself that his voice does work on you. it’s an ego boost really, his dearest loving his voice, his voice making his darling so eager for him. every time your walls clench around him, he growls, his mind turning hazy. at one point he’s on autopilot, pumping you full of him without even thinking straight. how can he think when he has the best pussy around his dick? especially with the way you’re gripping him so tight and the way you’re so warm, he can’t help himself.
you can’t help yourself, too. Leon’s always making sure you hear him even when the skin clapping and sounds of your walls sucking him in fill the room. your hand is around his neck while the other one holds his, a habit of yours. you always hold hands during sex, it’s Leon’s way of affection. he needs to hold onto you, loves you too much to ever be away from you even if it’s a damn centimetre. his cock is moving in and out of you, filling you to the brim, desperate to make you cum. he’s close, so damn close, throbbing so much you can feel it inside you. it makes you cum, because his head constantly keeps nudging the sweet spot that makes you see stars. your nails dig into his skin, and he moans, throwing his head back.
“Fuck, such a good girl, taking me so well, you were made for me.” he would talk more if it wasn’t for his orgasm hitting him out of nowhere, too. white, pearly semen filling you full of him, making you feel nice and full. he doesn’t pull out, though. he’s absolutely pussydrunk, so don’t think he’s gonna stop.
and you’re right, because not even ten minutes after, he starts to lazily move his hips again.
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HAII! i’m so happy to hear you’re opening requests, your writing is incredible !!
if you remember my idea with the dancing, as you said a short thing, could you write something similar to that maybe?
if not, lee know and yn play truth or dare together one night, “do it, i dare” what happens is free for you to decide 😊
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devastate me.
pairing: minho x reader
genre/warnings: brother's best friend au, mutual pining, kinda fluffy?, kinda angsty?; tbh idek if this makes sense bc my apologies, i finished it at almost 3 in the morning in a delirious state of mind lol, unedited @.@
word count: 0.7k
note: hi strawberry!! i chose to do the second one bc i wasn't sure if i could do your original justice with just a quick drabble, but i hope you like this one regardless!! merry christmas heheheh <;33
as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡
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what is lee minho?
to many, he's wonderfully charming, handsome, insanely smart and funny to the point that it's almost annoying, because how on earth can someone have it all just like that? he's kind and sweet. honest and gentle. the perfect man.
to you, he's all of those things and more. much more.
he's the person that you've been in love with for as long as you can remember. the person whose name you will forever associate with the longing of first love. it's beautiful, but it's pain nonetheless.
he's forbidden fruit, the one you want the most but can't possibly have.
your brother's best friend.
but...
if that's the case, if he's off limits to you and you're off limits to him, then why does he have a hand on the wall next to your head, looming over your body with the intensity of a predator? why is he caging you between his arms in the middle of a hallway, at a party in a stranger's house, where anybody could walk by and see you? why are his hips pressed against yours, blurring a line that could be never uncrossed if you take that step? why is he leaning in until you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, until your lips are brushing, so close and yet... so far away?
you know why, and it's possibly the worst thing that you could ever be aware of.
that as much as you're in love with him, he's in love with you too.
you feel it every time his eyes fall on you from across the room. every time his touch lingers on your skin from the simplest of interactions. every time he softens when you’re around. every time you’re alone together and he bites his tongue, swallowing down the words you wish he would say - the words you wish you could tell him yourself.
your voice comes out as a mere whisper. "what are you doing?"
maybe it's because you both have had something to drink. maybe it's just simply liquid courage.
“when are we going to stop pretending that there’s nothing going on between us?” he asks, voice dropping low, husky. it sounds a little vulnerable, just like you.
there’s no point in denying it. the truth is clear as day.
“we can’t,” you say.
“why not?”
“you know why.”
minho sighs, then clenches his jaw before he speaks next, frustration laced into every syllable. “i don’t care what anyone else thinks. i just want you.”
“min-”
“fuck,” he interrupts, leaning his forehead to rest against yours, his fingers holding onto your waist more tightly. “i love you.”
you place a hand on his chest, meaning to push him away but then you find his heartbeat under your palm instead, hammering against his chest like it wants to escape from his body.
in a split second of weakness, a split second where the logical part of your brain falters, your eyes flicker to his lips.
and minho, ever the sharp observer even in a state of mild inebriation, notices.
“do it,” he mutters, his words a stark contrast to the helpless tone that he says them with. “i dare you.”
a shaky inhale from you, an almost pleading look from him. even when he's practically begging you, he's handing you all control. to say no if that's what you really want. to leave and dismiss everything as just some stupid joke later on, and go back to revolving around each other in secret, like a couple of powerless fools.
your fingers grip his shirt, because goddamn, of course you want it. you've never wanted anything in your entire life more than you want him. you already have one foot in already, half a mind to blow it all the way to hell and deal with the fallout when the time comes.
you catch his eyes once more, and the sincerity in his galaxy shakes you to the core.
fuck it.
you pull him in, obliterating the gap.
i love you, but you’re telling him in a different way.
so, if someone were to ask you again: what is lee minho?
he’s a lot of things. charming, handsome, smart, funny. the person you love, the very one that you can’t have. the answer is pretty much the same.
but most of all, lee minho is devastating.
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༒ some things never change༺
✟ ꙳ sexy pic to distract from angst? is it working?? idek why i was in such an angsty mood but… ❞¸
+ ¸ ❞ break up sex is literally the saddest thing to write ever omg?? ꙳ ✟
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✟ || SUMMARY :: break up sex with ellie :/
✟ || CONTAINS :: reader cries, ellie cries (briefly mentioned tho i think), i cried (damn). oral (r!reciving). scissoring.
✟ || WORD COUNT :: 1.4k!
she still looked at you like she loved you.
you knew that she still did. love like the kind the two of you shared doesn’t just disappear.
but even then, all you could think about is how that love that you had spent years dedicated to building will simmer down one day until it’s barely there…she won’t even recognize it but she’ll stop thinking of you and you’ll no longer think about her. the love will fade, the moments shared will become a distant memory, the taste of her lips will be forgotten on your tongue.
you sighed as you felt the movement of her hands—feeling you. unlike all the other times where she’s felt you up like she couldn’t touch you everywhere fast enough, she took her time with you now.
when she pressed her lips to yours, you couldn’t help but melt into her and relish in the way she tasted…so that maybe you could delay the inevitable. so that her kiss could belong to you for a little while longer. you couldn't even really call it kiss, more of her trying to memorize your mouth. swirling her tongue around, lips smacking against yours—it was messy but you let her anyway, parting your lips further to give her more room. she needed this, and you did too.
you’d been arguing with her for so long you almost forgot what silence was like. but now, the room was almost dangerously silent if it weren't for the sounds of your heavy breathing. ellie trailed down your body, stripping you bare as she went. she stopped at your stomach, slowly placing little kisses there.
“can i…” she breathed out deep, barely able to ask the question without her voice shaking. “can i taste you?” one last time. she doesn’t say it, but you sense it. you can practically feel the unsaid words against your skin.
it had been so long since you heard her voice like that––so genuine, so fucking gentle. you allowed your hands to dance in her hair, shutting your eyes tightly to stop yourself from letting persistent tears fall.
“yes.”
at your agreement, her head sunk down in between your legs.
her desperation to savor you for the last time led her to not allowing even a drop of you to escape her tongue. you couldn’t help the moans that you let out, you couldn’t help the tears that brimmed in your eyes either. you relax into her—gaze fixed on the way she devoured you. her arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping you steadily in place.
“please.” you beg. you’re not even sure what you’re begging for anymore. don’t leave me, keep going, i hate you, i love you, never stop? maybe all those things at once.
you squirm, but her grip never falters. it’s one of your favorite things about ellie…she’s so strong.
it’s all you can do to slump in her hold and just watch her, the way her mouth consumes you and the way her eyes watch your every reaction. the sight is so lewd you could cum from just watching her work.
“how did you get so good at that?” you mewl, clinging to the bed sheets so hard your fingers cramp and your knuckles turn white. “how are you so damn good ?”
she ignores you. instead licking faster and sucking harder, like this was a reminder for you. that even when she made you feel terrible, she could always make you feel so good.
“ellie…i’m gonna—“
“come for me, please. i need it.” you shivered at her words, gripping her hair while your body convulsed around her. she rode it out for you, still holding on tight despite your squirms.
when her mouth left you, she kissed the inside of your thigh like it was muscle memory. it was something she always did, but it has never made you want to cry before now. now, it only forced you to realize that it was the last time you’d ever feel her lips there.
you closed your eyes again, listening to the sound of her clothes being thrown off haphazardly. you relaxed into the sheets behind you, it was a familiar sound. one that brought you comfort, even if it was only fleeting.
another reminder, maybe some things never change. it never changes, you reminded yourself. again and again. it was so easy to forget why you had to part from her when she touched you so good and loved you so right.
you felt her hands trailing up and down your spread thighs, her breathing was heavy in the noiseless room. she licked her lips, like the taste of you was still there. you could tell she was coming to the same realization you had.
unlike the other times she had had you underneath her, completely at her mercy, she didn’t tease you. she settled in between your spread legs, lining up your cunt with hers so she could slide against you slowly. you gasped, your hand going up to cover your mouth. she reached up to grab it, covering your palm with hers while interlocking your fingers together.
she was so close, so warm. so uniquely scarred and fragile but so undeniably her. you remember how good it used to feel to call her yours.
it was painful but not physically, it hurt the way she rutted against you so perfectly. the way she looked at you with a silent acknowledgment…this would be the last time.
it hurt you because it felt so good…and because you’d never get to have her like this again.
“you feel so…” you sniffled a little, laughing at yourself for crying. “so good.”
she kissed away your tears, some of her own falling down her cheeks despite herself.
ellie always did like the intimacy of having you like this. it was a way to show you how she felt about you rather than just tell you. she always said that actions spoke so much louder than words…but her words could be so loud, so fucking mean. some things never change.
and for the first time since the first time, ellie williams was not fucking you——not making love to you…she was saying goodbye.
you began to whine as she started to move entirely too slow. you knew she was trying to savor the moment but you couldn’t help but wonder if she was still punishing you for your earlier arguments. she always knew exactly how to hurt you.
“you can take it, know you can.” she panted above you. you didn’t miss the way her voice shook or the glossy look in her eyes.
“ellie…” your voice rasped in a way you did not recognize, your eyes met hers as your legs began to tremble.
“i know, baby. i know, i know.” she melted down so her head was in the crook of your neck and her arms were around your frame, bracing your body against hers——trapping you against the warmth of her chest. you were as close to her as you possibly could be and yet it didn’t feel close enough. she was still so far.
“i don’t ever wanna stop.” if you didn’t know her so well, you wouldn’t have been able to make out the barely coherent sentence. she rested her forehead against yours, you could feel her head jostle with every movement of her hips. “tell me to stop or i never will.”
while she wishes she could do this forever, you both have learned that this will end. some things never change. your hands gripped her hair again, her eyes rolled back at the feeling.
“please, don’t stop. i don’t want you to, not yet.” you pull her hair just a little to make her look at you. “i wanna feel it tomorrow, make me feel it.”
she groaned, the sound itself almost enough to make you cum again. “you were always so good for me, weren’t you?”
you buck up instinctively at her praise though you take note of her use of past tense. once more, she took your heart and broke it like only she could. because it was hers, for now at least. hers to have and hers to break to her will; your heart belonged to her. even if it wasn’t for much longer.
“fuck, you are so beautiful.” she panted, a whimper leaving her lips as she held back more tears.
you hum, allowing her to take you for as long as she needed to…until it was over. then she’d leave, and the love that you two shared for so long will be gone with her.
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Hello! So I have this request. Imagine Tommy has a daughter who's very cocky and isn't afraid to argue with anyone. It doesn't matter if you're 2 or 50, and she's her to be a teenager. ( preferably 13 ) If you can, and want to, of course. ( this is my first time asking for a request, and I'm so nervous, Idek why )
Hey Love,
This request is awesome! Thanks for trusting me with it! Hope you enjoy!!
Warnings: Kidnapping / peaky themes
Tommy felt his vision start to swim and the words on the phone became inaudible. The man hung up the phone and he knew he needed to move. These feelings uncovered old wounds. That time he had to rescue Charlie when he was just a small boy. He got one kid back and he could do it again.
He pulled himself together and immediately without thought sought out Arthur who was sitting at his desk reading the paper.
“He’s taken her hostage.” The words barely made it out of Tommy's mouth.
“Told you that would happen,” Arthur grumbled but Tommy could see the pain and fear in his eyes. “JOHNNY!” Arthur called out over his shoulder into the back room.
“Again!” John said running his hand through his hair. “Fuck.”
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You were not very comfortable in the trunk of the car. Something you felt your capture needed to understand. They had not taken your criticism and had begun to ignore you.
You weren't entirely sure they could hear you up front with the engine turned on and everything. If there was a small chance they could hear you, you were going to take it.
You started singing God Save the King at an ungodly volume. Why that song? You didn't know. But you were sure it would annoy the piss out of anyone in earshot.
You mentally counted every turn the car took. Trying to make a map of how to get back to school, back to safety. You sang so loud your lungs and throat burned.
Eventually, the car came to an abrupt stop. Clearly done so your body would roll around in the trunk. You let out a little scream then lay still.
Somewhere in your mind, you realized they could have driven to the river. Maybe they would open the trunk and shoot you immediately then dump your body.
Jesus and the last song you would have been singing was God Save the King. Fuck, that’s not how you wanted things to end.
The trunk opened and thankfully no one had any weapons drawn. The men looked weathered though you were happy to see they were enjoying your company.
“Who the fuck taught you to drive.” You looked at the man with the keys in his hand. “Jesus Christ you suck.”
“Look here you little twerp. Shut your mouth.” He grabbed your arm shaking your whole frame. “And keep it shut. Tight.”
You felt that lovely sense of rage cloud all of your senses and leaned into the man's face. Your eyes were wide and you knew that he knew just where those icy blue orbs came from.
“Make me.” You said softly. You could feel the discomfort run through the man. He didn’t want to be here, he was holding you for ransom no doubt. The reluctance to follow through with any violence was clear in his features. He gave the man next to him a look.
“Get her in the fucking building.” The other man ordered avoiding your gaze. They moved you into the abandoned warehouse and sat you on a chair.
“Look at the two of you!” You said as they bound your body with rope. “Real classy people. I’m sure your mothers are very proud.”
The man rolled his eyes.
“Stuck with a couple of real winners.” You could see the man's jaw tick and you decided to simmer down a little. You needed to think up a plan.
“So do you believe in God then?” You asked and he sat down in the chair across from you. A bright light turned on overhead and you realized with a spark in your eye that they were going to interrogate you.
“I’ll be asking the questions here.” The man said in a sturdy voice.
“That hardly seems like fun. I’ll trade you a question for a question. How bout that?” The man sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Told you we should have taken the boy instead.” The man standing in the shadows said.
“Charlie. Great man. Great brother. You want to know why he is such an excellent -”
“No. What I want to know is why your dad stole from Mr. Crowe.”
“Mr. Crowe, he sounds ominous. If I were writing a book I’d definitely make him the villain.” You tried to look around at all the exits. “What did my dad steal?”
“Money and a shipment of drugs headed for New York.”
“Doesn't sound like my dad. He’s a politician, a man of the government.” You explained. “Have you ever been to New York?”
The man slapped his hand down on the table next to him. You wanted to avoid listening to more boring threats so you plowed on.
“I have thought about going to New York, but America seems so dull. Their art is sooo boring. Do you like art?” You asked him honestly.
“No.”
“Really? You strike me as a man of higher education.” You smiled like a cat. “Surely there must be an artist or era you like. Everyone likes art.”
“Shut up.” He growled. “Just shut up.”
“Well, I don't know if you know this, but I just turned 13. You know what that means?” You looked at both men. “Means dating, and while I’m here I might as well practice small talk.”
Both men let out a groan and one of them came over and landed a blow across your cheek. You could feel the fear radiating off of him as if God himself had told him what the cost of hitting one of Thomas Shelby’s kids was.
“My aunt hits harder.” You sneered. “Now you're not art people, that’s fine. How do you feel about sports then? You gamble?” You prattled on. Even if they did kill you, you wanted the satisfaction of annoying them.
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Tommy negotiated with the man, sending him to an empty shipping yard. He didn't steal any drugs or money. Stuff like that was so far behind him that it was almost laughable. His daughter being held captive was not laughable.
Alfie came up from London to storm the building with him. Alfie’s extra men went with Arthur and John to ambush the men going to the shipping yard. The whole thing was unbelievably stupid on Mr. Crowe’s part but he would meet the consequences nonetheless.
As they parked outside the warehouse Tommy painfully waited until the rest of the men had the building surrounded. He knew better than to run head-first into traps these days.
“No, see that’s where you're wrong. The issue is far more complicated than workers' rights. The aspect of the government being heavily involved in the lives of the people -”
He followed the sound of your voice and found you tied to a chair with a large white light shining down on you. Two men looked possibly exhausted and frustrated. She prattled on about her views on Communism and shot down their defenses easily.
“Not to late to leave her here mate.” Alfie joked and Tommy gave him an icy glare. He watched your eyes dart towards where they stood in the shadows. He saw the bruise forming on your cheek.
Alfie wasn't in a joking mood anymore.
“Boys I hate to change the subject as we were getting close to some interesting ideas. But we should move this back to religion. If you have one, I think you should make your peace.” They gave her a confused look.
Tommy watched as Alfie went to untie you letting him start to have his way with the two men.
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“Put me down.” You growled. Alfie placed you down on the wet concrete in front of the building.
“Not exactly a warm welcome.” He said looking at your cheek with anger in his eyes.
“You suggested leaving me there!”
“I just put 100 men on this mission to get you back, love. Leaving you there wasnt an option.” He answered easily
“Then why did you say it.” Your eyes narrowed at him. He was your favorite person to argue with other than your dad.
“I just thought it was funny that even when kidnapped you don't shut up.”
“Do you want me to shut up?” A slight bit of hurt washed into your tone.
“You wouldn't be my favorite niece if you did.” He ruffled the hair on your head and you were grateful he helped your dad.
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“So I started a re-read of the old testament.”
He let out a groan.
Lizzie cried and threw her arms around you when you walked into the front door. You fought back your own tears as the reality of the situation hit you. Her embrace melted away all the anger that held you together.
It was just you and her as your dad had to make phone calls to sort out the rest of the conflict. The tears started and she helped you upstairs to your room.
“I just argued the whole time. I don't know why I’m crying now.” You tried to wipe your tears on the back of your hand.
“Because you're still a girl at the end of the day.” Lizzie shrugged and helped you get into the bath.
“Well, it’s stupid and I am not stupid.” You said trying again to stop the tears.
“Darling, there is nothing stupid about your ability to feel. It’s what makes you exceptional.” She placed your robe and pajamas on the counter before leaving to give you some space.
You got yourself sorted and were happy that the house was mostly empty. You stuffed yourself between your parents on the couch in the study.
Your dad’s arm wrapped around you and you felt him hold on to you tightly.
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Okay I have just binged your Favours ettore works and 😮💨😮💨😮💨 I love the way you write so much, it just— idek how to explain it, but it’s just so elegant and fluid, does that make sense????
Anyway, I have not been able to get it out of my mind no matter how much I try, but I keep wondering how ettore would react if he were ever to get jealous?? Bc I def see him as controlling/dominant still like how u were explaining in the first kiss Drabble and the fact he is jealous over the box ! It just sends my mind in a frenzy to think what would he do if he were actually jealous of someone!! If u don’t want to take this request, no worries, I just wanted to voice the idea!!
Again, I am so in love with ur works and appreciate them beyond belief, thanks for writing all these fantasies out for us 💕💕 I hope ur doing well and staying safe
Hello! Sorry for the long wait for this. I hope you enjoy it.
Warnings: Language, violence, choking, smut.
Word count: ~1500
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The ship has been in sleep mode for less than an hour when she feels the weight of her bunk dip beside her and the lean hardness of Ettore’s body press against her back.
“Did anyone see you?” She whispers.
“No.” Comes his curt reply, his fingertips biting into the swell of her hip.
She exhales a shaky sigh, heat pooling between her legs as he grinds against the curve of her backside. Parting her thighs on instinct, as his hand snakes between them to drag her underwear to the side, she bites her lip to stifle the wanton moan that almost escapes her as Ettore pushes inside of her.
She clutches the pillow beside her head, her grip vice like at the pleasurable hurt of the initial stretch to accommodate his size. Once fully sheathed within her, he wraps a hand around her throat, pulling her flush to his chest as he sets a relentless pace, his hips snapping rapidly against her.
This is no gentle lovemaking, merely a means for both of them to get off, as per their agreed arrangement.
They remain in the same position for a few moments afterwards, both silently getting their breath back.
“Same time tomorrow, yeah?” He murmurs against the shell of her ear.
She nods. “I’m on daytime work duty with Monte this week, so yeah.”
He tenses up behind her, but with how swiftly he pulls out and leaves the cell, she is sure she must have imagined it. Closing her eyes, she allows sleep to take her, lulled by the satisfying ache between her thighs.
The next day she stands in the galley, her nose wrinkling in disgust as she sniffs the open packet of powder she’s about to dump into the vat of boiling water to prepare the crew’s afternoon meal.
“The food is definitely more edible when you don’t have to see how it’s prepared.” Monte says with a smirk.
She laughs. She likes Monte, he’s easy to talk to and far less intense than most of the others on board the ship. If he suspects anything is going on between her and Ettore, he hasn’t said anything, even after hearing Ettore call him a cockblock, and she is hugely appreciative of his silence.
“Not excited for…” She lifts the packet to read what’s been stamped on the silver foil. “...beef chilli?”
Monte scoffs, taking the package from her and upending it into the boiling water. Both of them watch as it fizzes and expands, looking completely unappetising.
“I’m gonna go sort things out in the scullery.” She tells him. “You okay to finish that off?”
He fires her a mock two fingered salute as she steps backwards. Her arms reach behind her head as she moves away, eager to fix her rapidly loosening ponytail.
“Fuck!” She mutters as she feels the elastic snap around her fingers.
“You good?” Monte calls to her from over his shoulder.
“Yeah, hair tie snapped is all.” She sighs, holding her hair away from her face.
He wipes his hands on his trouser legs, and turns to face her. “Here, let me.” He offers, beckoning her closer.
He takes the snapped elastic from her and she allows him to spin her around as his fingers work deftly to pull her hair back and knot the broken elastic around it. “That should hold until you can replace it.”
“Thanks.” She says with a smile.
She’s about to continue towards the back of the galley, where the scullery is located, when she hears the door crash against the wall with the force of which it’s been thrown open.
There is barely time for her to register the blur of movement as Ettore throws himself towards Monte, knocking him to the ground and punching him.
A sickening crack causes her to gasp and she crouches beside the pair as they scuffle, attempting to pull Ettore off of Monte, who has now managed to land a blow of his own to Ettore’s face.
“Get the fuck off him!” She cries out to Ettore, tugging desperately at his shoulder.
He throws his elbow back, attempting to shake her off, and it connects with her jaw, sending her reeling backwards with a cry of pain.
It’s only then that Ettore stops, looking back at her, and for the briefest of moments she sees panic in his eyes. He is quick to climb to his feet and leave, while Monte remains on the floor holding his face.
She crawls towards him, her eyes wide with concern. “Are you okay?”
“Prick broke my nose.” He utters. “I need to go to the med bay.”
She winces as she watches Dibs reset Monte’s nose, which is in fact broken. Her heart constricts when Dibs inquires as to how this happened.
“A pan fell from a shelf in the galley.” He tells her. “Caught it with my face.”
Her jaw drops in disbelief. He’d lied. She cannot understand why Monte would do such a thing, but the relief she feels is immeasurable.
Dibs doesn’t seem like she quite believes Monte’s explanation, but doesn’t push any further, allowing them both to return to their work duty.
She seeks out Ettore after lunch, finding him skulking in the laundry room, a bright red split now decorates his lower lip.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” She hisses angrily.
Ettore grunts in response, slamming the door to a washer closed.
“Answer me!” She shouts in frustration after a few moments.
He rounds on her with such rapidity that she takes a fearful step back, until he is crowding her space. He reaches up a hand to trace his fingertips over the side of her face.
“Did I hurt you?” He asks softly. “I haven’t hit you since we started…you know…I know I’m not supposed to.”
She has to bite back a laugh at the absurdity of it, it’s like listening to a child explain why they ought to look both ways before crossing the street.
“You didn’t.” She tells him. “But you broke Monte’s nose. Why?”
Ettore pulls back with an offhand shrug. “He was touching you.”
She shakes her head in disbelief. “Are you for real?! We were on work duty together. My hair tie snapped!”
“You could’ve been put on work duty with Mink or Boyse.” He scowls. “Don’t see why it has to be him.”
“Oh my god, you’re jealous!” She rolls her eyes.
Ettore’s jaw ticks, he exhales in irritation. “Do you have any idea what the blokes on this fucking ship would do to you, given half the chance?”
“You are jealous. Fucking hell, that’s pathetic.” She says in disbelief with a shake of her head.
He crowds into her space once more, backing her against the wall as he stares into her eyes, cold and predatory. “You’re mine.”
The words send a shiver of arousal through her and she makes no attempt to stop him as he yanks at the waistband of her scrubs, tugging them down her legs along with her underwear, before pulling down his own.
She cries out as he sinks his teeth into the juncture between her neck and shoulder, the pain serving to further ignite the heat building in her lower belly. She knows she should fight him off, be angry with him for attacking another crew member, but his possessiveness of her fuels her desire for him. She needs this.
Their movements are hurried and desperate, his grip rough as he tugs her leg over his hip, the force with which he thrusts inside of her causing her head to tip backwards as it takes her breath away.
He fucks her against the wall as though he is trying to push her through it. His grip on her will surely leave bruises in its wake, his head is kept buried into the crook of her neck, where he had bitten just moments before. The only sounds are the soft hum of the washers and dryers, intermingled with the lewd wet noise emanating from where their bodies meet and their quiet pants and sighs.
It doesn’t take long for Ettore to reach his end, spending inside of her with a full body shudder. She doesn’t mind that she hasn’t been brought to peak, there is something so primal and urgent about allowing him to claim her like this that makes her feel as though all of her nerve endings are tingling with electricity.
Slowly he pulls away from her neck, breathing heavily as he rests his forehead against hers.
The moment is short lived, however, as the scuffle of shoes on the linoleum alert them to the presence of Boyse, who stands staring wide eyed with shock before hurrying back the way she’d come.
They’d been caught.
Post script author's note: I have one further request to fill for this series, which will serve as a follow on from this part, so please do not pester for a part two. I am currently accepting requests for Ettore, but no further requests which relate to this series. The next instalment will serve as its final part.
#ettore#high life#ettore x reader#ettore smut#ewan mitchell#ettore fan fiction#ettore fanfiction#ettore fan fic#ettore fanfic
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How to Tell Noise Artists Apart
Merzbow: Nothing makes sense, yet *everything* makes sense.
Masonna: Screaming about Vaginas or something idek
Whitehouse: Edgy dads yelling about fucked up sex over WASP drones
Consumer Electronics: When the Mr. is tired of telling you how worthless you are, the Mrs. will finish the job. (Update: Not anymore!)
Hijokaidan: Music so loud you have to piss on stage to enjoy it.
The Gerogerigegege: ????????????????? vacuum cleaner sex ????????????????????????
Suckdog: This is a big, beautiful fucking mess made by two wild girls and a cassette recorder.
Master/Slave Relationship: Sounds like something you would hear playing in a grimy torture chamber.
Hanatarash: OH GOD EVERYTHING IS BEING BULLDOZED GET ME OUT OF HERE
The Haters: OH GOD EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE GET ME OUT OF HERE
Ramleh: Songs are lush and ambient; you almost forget this is a noise project
Sutcliffe Jugend: Surprisingly melodic songs about serial killers and Nazis.
Genocide Organ: This might be about Nazis. I don’t know. The beats slap regardless.
Haus Arafna: This is definitely about Nazis, but like, how awful they were. The synth lead slaps so fucking hard regardless.
Brighter Death Now: You’re wincing the entire time you’re hearing the lyrics.
Deathpile: Every song is about a serial killer; every word is barked out like an angry, scornful god
Atrax Morgue: Paraphilia time! What turns me on? Everything! What makes me want to die? Everything!
The Rita: OUCH MY EARS OUCH MY BRAIN OUCH OUCH OUCH
Wolf Eyes: They look like garage rock dads but sound like a freight train derailing in a village full of small children.
Aaron Dilloway: Sounds like warped cassette tapes haunted by all the ghosts in a city morgue
Prurient: I am TINY and I am HORNY and I am ANGRY ABOUT BEING TINY AND HORNY.
Alberich: You're dancing to the beats but feeling slightly uneasy over the guy in sunglasses and a trench coat screaming at you.
Justice Yeldham: There’s probably blood spatter on whatever you ordered, and that adds extra “oomph” to the audio.
Dreamcrusher: GENDER IS OVER AND I’M GOING TO SCREAM ABOUT IT UNTIL YOU ACCEPT IT
Puce Mary: Movie soundtrack samples with poems about sex and/or death.
Croatian Amor: Pretty sure this guy wasn’t hugged enough as a child.
Author & Punisher: Okay, this is really fucking cool. Look at all those homemade instruments. Listen to that super melodic hook. Damn son.
Pharmakon: Loud noises, even louder screeching, every song is about bodies falling apart.
Trepaneringsritualen: Pagan lyrics growled out by a man that looks like an actual real Viking
Moor Mother: Hip Hop and noise had a baby and it’s full of justifiable rage
Lingua Ignota: She’s singing in Latin, she’s making weird faces, OH GOD THIS IS TERRIFYING, OH GOD wait a minute never mind she’s playing banjo now
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as promised, here is one of my tori spring stories
(please tell me what u think, because idek if i like it)
“Charlie, I'm going to the shops soon. Do you need anything?” I yelled from the top of the stairs, “Tori, I know you're going on a date with Michael” Charlie replied from the living room, so calmly it confused me if it was actually a date. It isn't a date. I look at myself in the mirror in my room one last time, it feels strange, I feel…put together. What i mean is i spent at least 30 minutes trying to figure out what to wear, from what i've heard, what i've ‘been through’ to figure out what to wear, is ‘perfectly normal’, first i layed out around four options on what to wear, and when I couldn't decide I asked Charlie, which he responded with “where are you even going” and “i don’t know, why does it matter” so I kicked him out and took all my clothes out in panic, and threw them around the room, then I sat on my floor and cried, then told myself I was being an idiot, did my makeup, and put on some jeans, a white shirt, a black hoodie (which actually fitted me instead of being oversized and/or one of Michael) and some white converse, that I stole off Charlie a couple years ago, to be honest I look the same, but whatever.
I took the bus to the ice skating place Michael went to, he said we could skate together after he's done training, I'm not sure why I said yes, I don't even know how to skate, I haven't since I was a kid. This isn't a date.
I walk inside, he's still training, so I sit in the stands and wait. If this isn't a date, then why am I so nervous? Maybe this is a date, maybe Michael intends it to be a date. Shit this is a date isn't it, no surely not, Michael isn’t my boyfriend, he isn't, so this surely isn't a date.
“Tori!'' I look up and snap out of my thoughts, Michael smiling widely and waving at me from the rink, I smile back, “is that a smile I see Victoria '' he gasps dramatically, I roll my eyes and try not to laugh. I'm blushing. I walk down the stairs and meet with him, and he gleams at me and smiles largely making him look almost insane and cute at the same time, “what?” I ask, “nothing, nothing, you just-” he looks me up and down, not in a sexual way but in a way almost to fully look at me, if that makes sense, “oh my god u looks so cute!” he says in the loudly excitable way, like a child getting a new toy, he quickly takes off his skates and runs up to me and hugs me, almost lifting me off the ground, its probably because of our height difference, he’s alot taller, “i look the same” I reply bluntly, still being held, “yeah, but your… ughhhhh, your so fucking pretty” he nuzzles his face into my neck, gives it a quick kiss, then quickly walks away as if regretting, he opens his mouth to say something, probably to say sorry, but I quickly beat him to it by saying “so we gonna skate now or…?” he looks at me, closes his mouth, half forces a smile “yeah sure” he goes and grabs me some skates, hands them to me and sits down to put his own on, I sit next to him, “just so you know imma be shit at this” he looks and me and laughs softly “I thought so, that's why i’m here to help” I roll my eyes and laugh, he smirks back.
We’re now on the ice, well michael is, i’m standing at the entrance scared to death, “if I die this is all your fault” I glare at him “i’m sure you wont die” he laughs, “i’m fucking serious” I try not to laugh, he holds my hands as I walk onto the ice, to my surprise I dont immediately fall. I force him to hold onto me as we skate, or well he drags me. We laugh and smile and talk and fall, eventually we finish, and we're sore and tired and loki kinda wet, but it was fun. It's still not a date though.
“Are you just going home now or?” he looks at me, he seems understanding, “yeah probably, I told my parents I would be home soon so” i say not looking at him “ok” he nods understandingly “I don't ever really do though” I say still not looking at him, “what?” he asks confused, I realise im not making sense “sorry…ummm, if you don't want me to go now we can just hang around for a bit longer” he looks at me and smiles “if you want” I nod back, i’m blushing, i'm not sure why, he doesn't ask if my parents will be mad, he knows i don't care, anymore at least.
We just sorta sit and talk for a while, after a bit we fall into silence, it's a comfortable silence, it's never really awkward around him, after a minute or so I break it, “don’t you think it's strange that everyone thinks we're dating, just because they saw us kiss once” I look at him, he looks back “their just hopeless romantics'' he replies, “your starting to sound like me” I joke, he laughs back, “that kiss…” I say, we’ve talked about it before, we’ve decided it was a heat of the moment sorta thing, we’ve kissed a few times since. not in that way. He looks at me, for context when I bring it up its the only way my fucking autistic brain can ask for a kiss, he leans in and says “no ones here and no one cares” I put my hands on his face and kiss him, its a normal kiss, not a gross one were u taste eachothers mouths, its just normal, it doesnt last long, but it's long enough.
We part and he rests his forehead on mine, he's looking at me, I keep my eyes closed. I hate eye contact, it makes me wanna die. I finally open my eyes to look at his blue and green ones, he still hasn’t put his glasses back on, his blue eye isn't as bright as my blue eyes, he even jokes that when he doesn't have his glasses on, it's the main thing he can see on my face. For context he's like nearly blind in his blue eye and his eyesight is shit in general. He kisses my forehead. We stayed like that for a bit.
He walks me home, I chose not to take the bus, everytime i’m on one that isn't for school there is usually a random old man eyeing me. I hate men. We get to my house, I don't invite him in, I already know my mum is pissed at me, I'm an hour and 23 minutes late to what time I said I should be home, Michael doesn't need to see her yell, he’ll probably think she's crazy or some shit. I give him a kiss goodbye and walk into my house.
“Your late Victoria” I hear my mum say from the kitchen, she's not even looking at me, Charlie and Ollie both turn and look at me, their playing mario kart, Charlie nods at me then unpaused the game and they both continue to play, “so what were you and michael doing to make you an hour and a half late” my mum raises her eyebrow, my dads head shoots up, oh i'm in for a lovely talk, “victoria this is just unacceptable, the least you could do is call me and say that your going to be late, but here we are, worried sick” my mum guilt trips “yeah but even calling wouldn't of been enough would it” I say, it wasn’t aggressive just pointing out the obvious, “loose that tone” my mum snaps, “what tone” i scoff, “tori, me and your mum think it's inappropriate for you to be hanging out with a boy and coming home exceedingly late and in clothes that are very obviously his” my dad says trying to calm the situation, and for fucks sake that ain't happening, “first of all michael isn’t my boyfriend, second of all your talking about him like he’s in his 30s, and third of all why do you both even think im late” i sorta shout, but its still quiet so Charlie and Ollie can’t hear, “tori your too young to be having…hanky panky” my dad says, oh im in for a treat, in my head i plan to say something like ‘he’s not my boyfriend’ or ‘stop saying hanky panky’ but it comes out more like…”OH YOUR ONE TO FUCKING TALK!” don’t regret it though, if you don't know my parents had me barely a 2 years after they met and got together, my mum finished her english lit course only 2 months before I was born, she had to drop out of a lot but her parents were happy she at least finished the minimum, anyway she had me and my dad was still studying in uni so we went and lived in cambridge where my dad studied, when i was 4 months old my mum got pregnant again, with charlie, he was born like a month early, but so was i, we were both pretty much fine, my dad never wanted to rush into marriage, my mum didn't mind, but i think when you get your girlfriend pregnant twice it's kinda the deal. Ok sorry that just sounds weird. My parents got married when I was 3 and Charlie was 2. My dad looks at me, clearly unsure what to say, my mum is clearly trying not to say something she's gonna regret later, so i just walk away.
I’m not really sure how long it had been since that ‘argument’ but after a bit charlie knocked on my door, i let him in and we cuddled in my bed for a bit, “i heard what you said” he eventually says “did ollie?” i reply, “no, i don't think so” he responds, i nod, “the funny thing is your right” he chuckles, i laugh softly back, “its weird how people look at us and don't realise” i say, “i know right like i was casually talking about it to Sarah and she was in pure shock!” Charlie laughs, Sarah is Nick's mum, she's nice, i like her. We just laugh for a bit and at some point Charlie falls asleep in my arms and I start to drift off too. to be honest it's the best sleep I've had in a long time.
I don't really remember my childhood, it was normal i guess, the funny thing is that majority of the memories i have include charlie, which yeah like he’s my brother, but what i mean is their special, like my main happy memories, charlie and i have been through everything together, like when i got my first period when i was 9 my mum was at some baby appointment since she had just had ollie and i thought i was dying so for some reason instead of going to my dad i went to my little brother, obviously he didn't know what was happening to me so he just held me and cuddled me as i cried, my dad eventually found us and comforted me until my mum came home, and when he came out to us, he had blurted it out one dinner when he was 13 and run to his room before anyone could react, i ran after him and held him and talked to him and told him how proud i was and how much i loved him, and when i was like 6 i decided i wanted to run away, i don't remember why i just did, and my 5 year old little brother asked if he could come with me and so i said yes and we attempted to camp out on our trampoline we had growing up (our grandparents gave it to us or something) and eventually we got to cold and went inside and my parents said we could all stay up and watch a movie but im pretty sure we fell asleep in like 15 minutes. To be honest the list goes on and on, and now that I think about it I realise why people think we’re twins. I know it's total bullshit, but you know what I mean, like for a good 3 or 4 years growing up we were the same height. The thing is charlie will always be mine, he was mine first and biologically we will always be together, i would do anything for him, i would for either of my brothers, i would kill for them no questions asked, i would die for them, i would lie for them and i will always protect them. My parents used to always say that was my job as the older sibling, and it's funny because it’s true, but I could choose not to, but I want to, it's a habit, it's a need. For a long time i always thought i only felt that way about my brothers, that was until michael came into my life and nick really became part of our family, i mean it will always be a different kind of love, but i would still do anything for them. No questions asked.
I eventually actually fall asleep holding Charlie, as if it's a habit, I wake up at what has to be a decent hour for someone who has slept in, (it was around 10:30) I wake up still holding Charlie and ollie curled next to me like a kitten, they're both still asleep, but clearly about to wake up, I just lie there for a while longer, savoring it like it's the last time it will be this way, even if it probably isn't. The boys wake up around 5 minutes after I do. Nick and Michael come over, and we just sit and watch movies all day, and play Mario kart, and laugh until our stomachs hurt. I could get used to this, I love these boys, all in different ways, but yet the same, listen I am aware I probably sound like I'm reminiscing on my deathbed right now, but when you have lived a shit life like me and have seen things a person should never have to see, whether a child or a teenager, or even an adult, you treasure moments like this, my parents are still home, their just doing their own thing, them seem happy, they definitely talked about what I had said, I don't care, if they wanted to punish me they would’ve by now.
Right now high school musical is playing due to Nick and Michael learning ollie has never watched it and they apparently must educate him and their dancing and singing around the room together and me and charlie are sitting on the couch admiring it all. I kiss his cheek and he smiles at me. I love my boys.
But Nick should probably stop encouraging ollie to dance on the coffee table before someone gets told off or hurt.
(Please tell me what u think, I also might change it slightly since it does include things that barley make sense, but I hope u enjoyed x)
#tori spring#alice oseman#heartstopper#osemanverse#solitaire#writing#fanfic#micheal holden#charlie spring#oliver spring#nick nelson#sprolden#narlie#janio#jane spring#julio spring
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obviously ned is pulling rank when wyman figures out in like 8 days that the incest is happening, bc he doesn’t want cersei & the kids to be killed but i bet wyman, whatever umber came with, and dacey mormont are like “so we just turn them over to robert, right?” but when ned is like “let me give cersei a choice” wyman is going NO we are PUTTING her on a boat then we are NOT TELLING HER SHIT. i do think wyman is successful in getting them out of there quietly while ned breaks the news to robert - he did pull off frey pies after all, he’s got some skill even if he’s a lil classless about it. problem here is
ned wants to be like “okay so i’m handing all this over to you and your brothers right, kaye thanks byyyye” but robert is NOT letting him leave, first he’s SCREAMING about letting the cersei & the kids leave, then he’s going to war with tywin IMMEDIATELY, i do NOT imagine ned does shit with jaime so jaime has got to fight his way out or - actually i imagine varys helps him escape for maximum chaos, OR petyr does. but robert is looking for him to MURDER and he wants ned to HELP HIM MURDER.
renly is trying to pimp margaery out to robert and get ned on his side, i do imagine ned wants to be left out of it, altho if he takes this to his groupies, i do imagine they see right through that right away and are like “well how do we feel about the tyrells. since sansa can’t marry joffrey can we maybe get a different match going.”
fuck idek what the timeline is here, but it’s moving fast - someone is still gonna try to kill bran, catelyn’s still likely to come south, but i bet she can get into the city undetected with help from ned’s lil groupies. she’s like “i think someone tried to kill us heres this knife” and he’s like “i bet it’s the fucjing lannisters” IMMEDIATELY, because he knows about the incest already. does it make sense to be like “i need you to go to dragonstone and figure out why the fuck stannis cut and run instead of asking literally anyone for help.” bc it’s been a few weeks so it’s not FOREVER but stannis has been radio silent for a while, let’s tell him i’m gonna arrest the lannisters and it’s safe now. so catelyn goes with rodrik (and probably a few others right, for protection? i mean they’re taking a ship so i imagine a bunch of manderlys, but no way at least one other faction doesn’t get wind of a SECOND boat suspiciously leaving KL. varys & petyr know ned is moving for sure) to check on stannis, then ned gets cersei & the kids put on a boat, tells robert, and gets roped into a war.
catelyn rolls up to a cult situation brewing. i think she dislikes the vibes immediately.
forces start pulling together, jaime is in the wind, tyrion is on the road, tywin is about to have a bad day bc he’s got the riverlands, the north, the stormlands, and the reach all knocking on his door.
fuck bro. escalates from here. robert is ready to fight. cersei is getting to wherever Manderly sent her ready to fucking GO. tywin is throwing everything at the wall. is varys giving jaime to his dad do we think. can robb and jaime have a showdown anyway. the vale is eerily silent. dorne is whistling and looking the other way. do the northerners dislike the tyrell vibes so bad they’re like “what if we got robert a different wife.” ned is begging them to stop saying shit like that to him & just to come to him with decisions made, do we think they’re looking at the freys. is someone smart enough to ask arianne. balon & asha are getting really excited.
catelyn gets back from dragonstone and is like “so stannis has lost his fucking mind.” wyman is like “finally a thinking woman” and showing her portfolios of various potential brides for robert, then slips her a few “mistaken” portraits of his granddaughters with pros like “love the cold weather” “prefer dogs to cats” “wouldn’t mind converting” for robb.
what in the god damn hell is petyr doing.
barristan is probably so bemused by the whole thing. like not disgusted enough to leave but oh boy is he having a chortle over how deeply stupid this whole thing is.
sansa goes into this distrusting the lannisters, with several friends who are Straight Up about what’s happening & a guardian who actually guards. i do imagine she is still quite sullen about this entire stressful & bizarre situation. arya honestly probably doesn’t give a dip. she’s water dancing with syrio. she’s wrestling with dacey and jorelle. she doesn’t have to pretend to be friends with the lannister kids. she’s straight chillin.
#tyrion is on the RUN omg.#what is jon doing. ned why don’t you ever make a single decision.#combine it with mya stone au where ned sends jon to the vale to get to know mya to appease robert.#and jon gets to the vale and is like. so did my dad fuck anyone here. hey what the Fuck is happening with lady stark’s sister.#jon is banned from the eyrie tho he can only go halfway up the mountain.
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