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Clockwork Heart pt4
Part 3 here
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Wyrm: *whimpering softly and holding onto Ancanos arm trying to pull him away from his mouth so he can scream for his father. Utterly helpless as the high elf easily man handles the younger mer back into his bedroom, locking and warding the door with ease before forcing him into the chair by his desk* Right then, you’re going to sit there and we’re going to tal-
Wyrm: *tries to scream and gets his glove back over his mouth again, now looking up at him as he starts to cry, visibly afraid and upset, shocked that someone would assault him like this in his own home no less* m-mmph-
Ancano: Oh dear, shhh don’t cry now. I’m sorry I frightened you, but you haven’t been the most, open, to talking to me. So I figured perhaps a fair exchange would change your mind~ *holds up the gauntlets placing them on the young mers desk* You, get these. And in exchange, you talk to me, whenever, and wherever I want to talk. Deal~? *removes his hand*
Wyrm: *still frightened as he stares up at the much larger and physically stronger elf, but strangely calms down as he looks at the gauntlets, like a memory he can’t quite place has distracted his mind* j-just talk?…th-thats it?
Ancano: *suddenly takes his chin in his hand, making him turn his head and look at him* speak up, let me hear you…
Wyrm: *face flushing as fear begins to give way to confusion and a sudden shyness overcomes him* I-I- *tries to look away but can’t, the high elfs now seemingly charming presence too close to escape* y-you j-just want me to talk to y-you? And y-you’ll give me them? *closes his eyes tight, little tears pricking at the corner of his living one*
Ancano: my, what happened to that snappy little prince I spoke to a few days ago~ *gently thumbs the droplet away, swearing it had almost a rainbow sheen against his skin as he did so, like an oil slick over water*
Wyrm: *sniffles and pouts pulling away a little* th-that ‘snappy little prince’ w-wasn’t rudely awoken before sunrise and a-a-ac-c-costed in his own h-home b-before being man handled and cornered like a chi- child… *goes quiet as Ancano locks eyes with him again, his hand sliding up his cheek making him stare back at him*
Ancano: *smiles down at him, gently stroking his skin with his thumb as he takes in his features. The soft freckles on his nose, the slightly pink tint to his dark grey lips and cheeks, how his hair drapes over his quite literally delicate, and weak frame… How his sleeve slides off where his missing shoulder should be, showing off his swan like neck ever so slightly… and of course, his enchanted and enchanting Pearl eye… he was as beautiful as he was interesting. An enigma amongst all in skyrim… But ultimately he was still just a young, and naive elf. While nearing his 86th year to his naming day, he was mentally only a teenager in his 18th year by dunmeri standards. Young, coddled, careless, and easy to manipulate* I take it that’s a no, to my trade offer then?…
Wyrm: *so transfixed by his gaze and touch he didn’t even realise he’d spoken for a moment* I- what?… *looks at the gauntlets and audibly gasps as ancano turns his face back to his* I- I didn’t say no I just-
Ancano: *leans down slightly getting in closer to his face* need a bit more convincing?
Wyrm: f-for how long u-until the exchange is complete?…
Ancano: *smirks a little, holding back from his plan to kiss him immediately and overwhelm his poor little brain by overriding his emotions* Smart little Pearl aren’t you~? It seems nobody can get one over on you. Hmm… *lets him go and stands up fixing his posture as he adjusts his gloves* until my placement here is complete. They were rather expensive after all but, when I noticed how upset you were leaving Enthirs quarters, I felt it’d be worth the investment to make you smile again~
Wyrm: *visibly blushing at the compliment to his intelligence, falling for it easily and yet still skeptical about his wants to see him smile* see me smile again?…
Ancano: of course. You may only scowl when you see me, but I’ve seen you smile from afar plenty. I thought perhaps these might change that. It’s my job to ensure I interview everyone here for my reports and well. No judgment of course to the other occupants of this collage but, you are the most fascinating person within these walls. And I think it’ll take me quite a bit of time to get to know you~ so I felt these might help sway you a little.
Wyrm: *looks up at him then back at the gauntlets, just wanting to have them so badly and having no idea why* j-just talking. N-nothing else. *huffs* and n-no more scaring me like that! *pouts hugging his side*
Ancano: *chuckles and holds out his hand to him* I promise, so, we have a deal then~?
Wyrm: … *looks at the gloves one more time, then his hand before nervously taking it* deal…
Ancano: *smirks* Splendid. *brings his hand up to his lips giving it a soft kiss* I suppose I should leave before your father wakes. I doubt he’d be pleased seeing me in your room, alone, with you~ *winks playfully at him as he releases his hand from his grasp before walking to the door* I’ll come find you later on, little prince. *smiles and disarms the ward before stepping from the room, leaving the Pearl of the sea of ghosts sitting there, flustered and so confused*
Wyrm: *just staring at the door in silence, trying to process what just happened and not knowing what to think* … *looks to his newly acquired gauntlets, the want to put them on still there, but his mind now too occupied remembering the high elfs hands on him* … *gets up and walks to his bed, just flopping down onto it and hugging his pillow as he curls up into a ball, hiding his face*
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𝓛𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 & 𝓢𝓸𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓜𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓪
jenna ortega x g!poc
summary: jah and jenna struggle with the long distance.
warnings: mature language, mentions marijuana
a/n: shortest chapter I ever wrote for this series but dont say I never gave yall nothing. ngl I be forgetting that I made Jah a streamer/influencer 😂. Imma start incorporating more like social media aspects to here cause this was fun
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ONE WEEK LATER
“Yo I’m the greatest friend to ever walk planet Earth bruh. Davis finally let his balls drop and now him and Diana are going on a date together” You gushed to the brunette.
“Finally” Jenna chuckled.
It was currently 11 p.m. in London, which meant it was 6 p.m. in New York. Jenna just finished filming for the day and she needed to hear your voice. This is the first time in a week she's seen your face.
She was still on edge about Neil and hasn’t told you. She didn’t want to bring you into her mess and potentially end up finding out about her past. So she kept it to herself.
Your eyes were glued to the screen as you played Call of Duty, "Yeah I told him I'll help him plan his date since he wants to impress her."
"How sweet of you. I didn't know you had a sweet side to you sour patch kid" Jenna teased.
You stick your middle finger up at her to which she lets out a cute little giggle.
"So what's up with you? How filming going?" You asked and pushed your headphones behind your ears. Jenna had tried to stop the thoughts that ran through her mind a mile a second just now. But it was difficult when you looked good with a white tank top on displaying your tattoos, grey sweatpants, your chain dangling from your neck which she wants to grab at, and your glasses on.
After a moment, Jenna snapped out of her thoughts to answer your question, "It's going fine. Tim is forcing me to have a stunt double for the majority of my stunts which sucks because he don’t even know I’m pregnant" Jenna answered.
“Probably got that intuition” You shrugged.
“I guess. But other than that, filming is fine. Quiet little London Town that I can’t remember for the life of me” Jenna said and laid down in her bed. She let out a yawn.
“Go to sleep mamas. Call me when you get up” You said.
“No I wanna talk to you. I haven’t seen your face in a while” Jenna pouted.
You smiled, “But you need sleep. I know you probably have to get up mad early.”
“Yeah around like 4” Jenna sighed.
“See. Call me when you get me I’ll be up” You said.
"Okay," Jenna pouted. She hangs up the phone and turns over to stare at her ceiling.
She felt tears start to gather under her eyes but she quickly wiped them away. She was struggling with the just being friends with you. Each day, her feelings for you grow stronger but it was still something holding her back from pursuing you. She needed to figure it out quickly because she don’t know how much longer she can take it.
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As the phone hung up, you let out a sigh and rubbed your face. You missed her badly. You wished you could just book a spontaneous flight over to London but you couldn’t…just yet.
You needed a distraction. You grabbed your phone and hopped onto your most used app, Twitter (you was not calling that shit X or whatever fuck Elon named. Fuck Elon Musk).
@bronxsheisty: can't wait for you to get home, we ain't got to go nowhere
Immediately, you started getting replies and quotes on your tweet.
@shiestylover: uh oh who’s this about 👀
@ghostridingwhip: jah is possibly taken? yeaaaaa let me go jump into oncoming traffic
@highondatgreen: it’s about me duh
@fnthechat: omg potential song lyrics! DROP THE SONG NOW
@modernbussywhip: i might have an idea and y’all never would of guessed it
@ghostridingwhip: oh do tell @modernbussywhip
@modernbussywhip: nah I need more evidence to support my claim but imma dm you my theory so far @ghostridingwhip
@bronxshiesty:
@modernbussywhip: oop-
@bronxshiesty: u should like share with the class @modernbussywhip
@modernbussywhip: i should share u with the class? couldn’t agree more
@bronxshiesty: oh that’s not- @modernbussywhip
@modernbussywhip:
@munchiesinmycrunchies: day 293792873 of asking for music
@ExclusiveShiestyUpdates: day 293792873 of waiting for an Instagram pic
@bronxshiesty: heard @ExclusiveShiestyUpdates
You exited out Twitter and went to Instagram. You found a pic you took yesterday and decided to post it.
bronxshiesty posted on Instagram after a while.
liked by jennaortega, davison, and 14,574 others.
bronxshiesty i was told to post on here so here u go
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You don’t know what prompted you to click on Neil’s profile but you did. You saw that he was followed by Jenna and Jenna’s mother and he was a businessman. You followed back everyone and closed out your apps. Your eyes then glance down at the flyer on your coffee table. You grabbed it and exhaled deeply. You typed in the website in your phone and hit the registration button.
Here’s to opening more opportunities.
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"I did it" You inhaled the smoke from the blunt. You leaned over and passed it to Davis who took it.
"Did what?" Davis questioned.
"I signed up for the competition. I kept staring at it on my table and just said fuck it" You shrugged and fixed your pants that were riding up your legs.
"Aye let's go" Davis cheered. He dapped you up to which you rolled your eyes at him with a smile.
"You need a musical stage name. You already got a streamer name but it won't be catchy or marketable to the music industry" Davis stated.
"I was thinking just Jah" You answered.
Davis puffed out a cloud of smoke, "Just Jah? I mean it flows sorta...Just Jah or JJ. It's aight"
"No dumbass I mean just my name Jah" You laughed.
"Oh! You could get away with it" Davis said. You knew he was high as a kite right now cause he started acting slower than usual when he was intoxicated.
The two of you then hear a ding from your phone. You grabbed it and saw it was a video from Jenna. You click on it and it starts with her showing her belly.
"Officially 14 weeks pregnant and the baby is the size of a navel orange," Jenna said and showed her belly. It was protruding more now but she was still able to hide it. Only if you got super close to her stomach you'll see she's pregnant but ain't nobody getting that close to her. "I want some oranges now. My appetite has skyrocketed now but luckily my boobs are not as tender anymore, thank god-"
In the background, you heard someone call Jenna's name. She sighed before turning back to the camera, "I have to get back on set but I just wanted to give you a quick update on us. I miss you and two months need to come quicker" Jenna said and kissed the camera. You smiled at the video and rewatched it again.
NYC 🩵:
miss you too 😘❤️
i also want some oranges now
"You know for two people to say that they’re just friends. Yall sure do act like a couple." Davis asked.
“No we don’t. Two friends can’t say they miss each other now” You questioned.
“I’m not talking about that. It’s your body language and the way you act around each other that’s unfriendly like” Davis said.
You suck your teeth, “You go to Hollywood and become an expert in body language and shit.”
“I’m just saying. The two of you need to stop whatever the fuck this is and just get together.” Davis shrugged.
You sighed, “You don’t think I want that. I haven’t been in a relationship in mad long. But something feels different with her like different in a way I never felt in a relationship before. I miss her being around, talking to her, and even just showing her around the Bronx. It's weird feeling this way...a good weird.” You finished off the blunt in your hand.
"It's called love nigga" Davis laughed.
“Alright let’s settle down. That’s a big word to be assuming” You said.
Davis chuckled, “Have your ever been in love before?”
You open your mouth to answer yes but you stop yourself and really think if you actually been in love or not. Sure you’ve been in relationships with girls before but they never made you feel like this. You never felt this way about a girl before.
“I’m guessing that’s a no” Davis chuckled.
“Shut up” You grumble and placed your hands in your pants. You get comfortable on your couch letting the effects of the marijuana relax your mind and body. Davis started drifting off to sleep next to you. But suddenly, your mind starts to overthink about the prior conversation.
Shit, now this was gonna be on your mind all night.
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a/n: i want someone to take care of me like that black woman be taking care of her pitbull on TikTok
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Angst idea
can you do where the sisters get severely injured, (not sure how) like they can die if not healed. Their family tries to give them blood but they keep rejecting every blood they are offered. Their female s/o is desperate and crying and begging for them to drink the blood but they just won’t, so she gets an idea and talks about it with the family; she wants to offer her blood, the family are hesitated because they know how much the sisters love her, but they didn’t calculate how much blood was needed until they started draining the blood from their lover until her heart stops beating, the lover doesn’t pull away and doesn’t allow a anyone to pull away because she would sacrifice her life for the sisters. Or another possible thing would be that the sisters are in a coma and the lover asks Miranda to save them but in order to do that, Miranda needs the lovers life and she agrees without hesitation, the family knows of this arrangement and cannot stop it as the lover is stubborn and will not let anyone stop her. So the main request, if you can or want, how would the sisters react to finding out their lover sacrificed her life for them and their family didn’t (couldn’t) stop her from doing that, oh if you like to add the sisters had a fight with their lover before the incident, something about them thinking their lover doesn’t love them or something so now they feel guilty because their lovers’s love for them runs deep.
thanks
-rambunctious anon
Oooooh some angst again!👀 and omg this got SO long XD
Let’s go! :)
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Bela
You know, immediately, something is wrong when you hear Bela’s scream
Not an annoyed, or an enraged one
No, it’s a loud, and desperate scream
A scream that reveals the pain she is in. A scream for help. A scream of agony
You don’t care about the two of you being at odds
That she’s asked you for space
She needs you. She’s in pain!
You run, faster than you thought you could, you blood pumping and heart beating fast
You try to find her, try to find where the screams are coming from
Not the main hall, not her room, not the gardens
The kitchens?
You’re so close
You run past the broken windows, your eyes widening at her state
Bela is badly hurt and must have fallen to the floor
Her hair is a mess from the physical fight she’s in, blood runs from multiple spots on her body
She’s screaming as her own sickle is brought down on her and the wind from the outside hits her harshly
There is a man kneeling above her. She seems unusually small and helpless, crying and screaming in pain, desperately trying to shield her face with her crystallising hands and arms
You don’t hesitate when you see the gun left on the ground, and fire prompt into his back, through his heart
Yet, it seems bela is also affected by this, being this close to the man. You didn’t think the bullet would go right through
She screams in pain, this time caused by you, as the man drops limply on her bruised, cut and shot body
She’s quite literally falling apart from the cold, even when you quickly close the window
You kneel fast and push the man away, instead hover over her yourself. She cries her leg breaks off, the flies unable to stay together any longer
She doesn’t dare meet your eyes, and you can’t help but remember what happened mere hours ago
How broken she sounded, stating you wouldn’t love her because you forgot about a date she had been looking forward to
Your heart aches at the mere memory. You know, Bela doesn’t get to have dates often
You know, she’s vulnerable as it comes to love and romance
And you how how bad you hurt her when she claimed you didn’t love her and demanded time and space for herself
Now, it’s nearly unbearable to see the woman you do love lie on the floor, a broken body and tears streaming down her cheeks as she screams in pain whenever another body part of hers falls
You don’t understand- why isn’t she healing?!
You closed the window!
No more injuries come to her!
Why won’t she recover?!
She’s coughing up blood, and you gasp in shock when her throat and face begins crystallising slowly
“Bela!”
She doesn’t quite seem to hear. She’s feeling hazy, and not quite there
You jump at the hand on your shoulder- Cassandra- tugging you away
“Bela! Bela!”, she too yells. You flinch when she attempts to grab her sister’s hand and it breaks off with a loud scream from the blonde
Immediately she pulls her hand back, shocked
Tears run down your face, and you feel your heart ache at your precious lover’s state
It’s not voiced, but you know, you’re not the only one worrying Bela isn’t going to make this
You watch as Cassandra, by far gentler this time and more careful than you have ever seen her move, slowly brings Bela’s body close to her own
You feel so utterly helpless as you watch her
Is there nothing you can do but watch her die right before your eyes?!
Then, it comes to you when Cassandra unclasps the necklace hugging her throat
Blood, of course!
She gently pulls her sister to her neck, and you wince as you see sharp teeth dig into Cassandra’s skin
The woman groans in pain, but doesn’t move away
For a moment, Bela seems to drink, albeit weakly
Your eyes widen when, only a few seconds after, the blonde jerks away, blood coughed up and spit out, body jerking
You watch the dark, inhuman blood run down Cassandra’s bare neck
Of course, cadou-infected blood, practically rotten blood, can’t be all that good…
Yours, on the other hand…
You love Bela. You want her to know this
You cup her face gently, more tears running down your cheeks at how fragile she feels
Like old porcelain that might break any second
Her eyes can’t find yours, she’s completely hazed and dizzy. Her eyes dart everywhere and dare close
“Bela…”, you whisper. She can’t meet your eyes, her eyes nearly close and her head bobs forwards
You feel sticky, salty tears on your cheeks as you take her from Cassandra and pull her closer
The brunette watches silently as you drag Bela to your neck instead
Immediately, she latches on, and you bite your lip to stifle your cries of pain
It hurts, by far more than normal
Bela has always held back. This time, she doesn’t seem to be able to
She’s crying against your neck, as though somewhat aware of what is happening but unable to stop it
Wet tears hit the top of her head
“Ssssh, it’s okay, Bela”, you whisper, your hand at the back of her head preventing her from pulling away
The more the takes, the stronger she gets
The stronger she gets, the weaker you feel
It’s bittersweet, you think. How your lover will recover, and yet you won’t be around to see it
You know, now it is you who won’t make it, not when she keeps and keeps drinking and only her remaining hand is starting to heal
You know; it’s going to take a lot more blood
You’re starting to feel light headed after a few minutes, and Cassandra at last seems to catch on and deem enough blood drained
“Bela. Bela!”, she calls, her hand grasping Bela’s trembling shoulder
You don’t allow her to pull her sister off, even as your vision is blurry and you feel life slowly slipping from you
Bela is trembling, and crying. Merely her chest and head has still got flies breaking off
“N-No, ke-eep going”, you whisper back
You don’t have the strength to say more
Cassandra’s eyes widen at this
“Are you crazy?! Make her let go!”, she screeches
You notice her attempt to claw at the wound at her neck, eager to feed Bela instead
You know, the blonde’s body will only reject Cassandra’s foul blood. You know, it will only weaken both sisters
With the last bit of strength you have remaining, you pull Bela closer again, and press a small kiss to the crown of her head
“I love you, pretty girl”
Two days after, Bela awakens again
She groans at the pain in her limbs, the dried blood sticking to her mouth
She makes a mental note to clean it off. She knows, you’ll likely only kiss her when she has a clean mouth
Upon lifting her head, she notices it’s tucked against you
She can’t help but smile and cuddle a little closer
She feels so hazy, so weak. Having you with her is beautiful and calming
She wonders- are you still angry at her words?
She knows, she shouldn’t have reacted the way she did
For a moment she frowns. What is she doing in the small storage room? Why are the two of you crouched on the floor?
Why does she feel bullets settled within her? She cringes at the feeling of her healing body pushing them out
A blanket is draped over her
Upon noticing her death grip on you, she lets go and gasps when both of you fall backwards, her on top of your body, her head tucked in your neck
“I’m sorry…for what I’ve said…”
Is this her voice? It sounds so rough, so small. Her throat burns as she talks
Bela winces at your silence
“I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have said you don’t love me..”
No answer comes from you
“Are you still angry?”, she asks. She doesn’t dare lift her head from you
Bela’s heart pounds in her ears
No answer comes from you, again. The silence has her on edge
“I’m sorry..”, she cries. “I know you love me”, she adds as tears roll down her cheeks
How can she fix this?
“I didn’t mean to say su….”- Bela’s words die on her tongue as she lifts her head
Golden eyes find your unblinking ones
She stares. It’s as though she’s frozen in time. In this moment
She calls your name, her voice cracking
Now she sees you, she notices the lack of your heartbeat
She shakes as she notices the blood smeared on your throat. The very same that matches the one smeared on her lips
Tears roll down her cheeks as she shakes. No words come from her
“Please wake up”
Upon hearing what happened from Cassandra, Bela turns hostile towards her
She no longer is the loving sister to her
How could she let this happen?!
How could she make Bela do this?!
She’s completely broken, hostile and sad, breaking down all day
Cassandra is advised to stay away. Any contact with her sister at all ends up with sharp nails dug into her skin and ugly words thrown at her
Often, Bela pulls Daniela to her side. She hissed angrily whenever her sister attempts to talk
She’s there to comfort her, to remind Bela there is a reason to keep living
Nothing more
Cassandra
Your eyes widen at the loud, angry scream that fills the hall
You immediately, automatically, tug on the doorknob. Yet, it’s locked tight
Cassandra has made sure you wouldn’t get out the moment an intruder was found in the castle
Another scream. You hear the pain in it. The anger
She’s hurt! You know it! Badly, or else Cassandra wouldn’t scream like this
Laughter, always. Never pained screams
You throw yourself against the door, over and over again
Eventually, it comes lose at last and breaks open
Immediately you make your way to the screams
You run fast, as fast as your legs carry you, down the hall and into the armoury, where you know you will find her
As you pass her room, you gasp upon finding the sickle still dropped on the floor, right where she threw it
“Why must you always be so difficult?! Just be normal for once!”- your own words from before ring in your ears
You remember it, the pained and angry expression in her face
You remember flinching when a tear ran down her cheek
Never have you seen her cry before this
You remember how she grabbed her gloves and put them on to cover the sharp, black painted nails
You remember her throwing her sickle and daggers to the floor. Ridding herself of them
“You want normal? Fine. And what’s left of me now?” She didn’t sound angry as she said it. Just- hurt. Betrayed
You have told her countless times you love how special she is
Just this once, fuelled by your anger after she killed a maid you had a good conversation with, you made the mistake of telling her to be normal
As though you’d want her to be normal
You remember how she angrily wiped the blood from her face…how she pulled the hood up to hide the cadou scar
How frustrated she grew that despite all this, she was not normal, and she couldn’t be
You eye the sickle as you take it from the floor. Another scream makes you flinch again
She isn’t bearing her weapon…
You grab the handle of the weapon tightly as you keep running
When you find her at the armoury, you feel as though frozen
Dressed in a thin, white dress, she’s trying to both- warm up and shield her face
You gasp as her legs break and she falls to the floor. She’s almost completely grey, her skin looking hard
When the intruding man’s blade hits her arm, she screams. It almost falls off, you notice
Quickly, you jump into the room
You aren’t sure how to wield a sickle, really, but shove the sharp end of it into the man’s neck
Immediately, you lay the price for it when you are elbowed in the face
Still, with another hard thrust into the man’s jugular, the falls to the floor
Immediately, you move to Cassandra
Frozen tears stick to her nearly frozen cheeks
You frown at the light dress she wears. It looks far too…normal
And it offers no warmth at all
“C-Cass…!”
She blinks slowly, her head bobbing forwards
You eye the large gap in the wall. There is no shutting out the cold, but you know you can’t move her
“Cassandra!”, you shriek when her arm, at last, breaks off
She doesn’t answer. As she attempts to talk, you notice with wide eyes how a large crack appears on her throat
“No! Nononono!”, you scream, and she winces at the sound of it
You know immediately what she needs. Blood. Blood you know she can’t get from anybody but you right now
Even as you hear her mother approach, you know it’s of no use. You know, their tainted blood will be of no use to her
Cassandra winces and cries as she is brought closer to you
“Le-eave!”, she croaks out
Immediately, your hand covers her throat when the crack raises all the way to her chin
“Don’t talk”, you urge
You feel how fast your heart beats as you raise one of the sharp daggers from the floor
She squirms, her hand weakly raising to stop you
You jump when Alcina enters the armoury, her eyes wide
Just like you, she seems to immediately think of what to do, and raises her own, sharp claw to her wrist
Silent tears stream down your face when she lifts her wrist to Cassandra’s grey face
You know, it’s going to be futile
The fact she wastes time like this angers you
You grab the dagger tightly as you press it against your throat. Your hands shake as you watch Alcina
For a mere moment, Cassandra seems to drink the dark, nearly black blood
You allow yourself to feel hope as you watch with wide, worried eyes and wet cheeks
Then, she spits. You hold her to you as she spits it all out, her weak body shaking and tears streaming down her face
You flinch when you bump against her hand and a large crack appears on it
You know, there is no other option left. In a way, you can’t help but think you’ve caused this
Had you not called her such a thing…maybe with her sickle, she could have prevented the hole in the wall
Maybe her thick dress could serve her better. Now her remaining arm is bare, as are her frozen over legs and thighs
You cry out loudly when the dagger cuts across your throat
When you bring Cassandra’s head to your neck, she struggles as much as her weak body allows it
You realise with a sting in your chest- she doesn’t want to drink your blood. She wants to be normal
“Please, you need to….”, you beg
Cassandra cries out brokenly when you smudge her face against your throat
Golden eyes dart to Alcina’s
“Mo-other, ma-ke them stop!”
You hold her throat a little tighter to prevent it from cracking and breaking in half
Alcina doesn’t budge
She too knows it’s the only way
“Drink”, you urge. No, force
Cassandra cries as her face is smudged against you, hard, and your blood runs in her mouth
Her remaining hand reaches up
You cry harder when her fingers break off and she whimpers the second they come in contact with you
You hold her tight against you for a few minutes, the woman helpless with no limbs remaining
You know, with your blood the flies will return and she will regain the lost limbs in time
You realise too, you won’t be there to see it
After a little while, she begins to drink on her own. More and more
Hard, painfully so
Your vision blurs soon enough. You can’t make out Alcina’s features anymore
You can’t even feel Cassandra against you anymore, nor the pain
Everything feels- numb
You feel life slipping from her as it is given to her
As tears run from your cheeks, you weakly grab a torn piece from her white dress
Your fingers dripping with blood, you drag them across the fabric
“You’re perfec”, is all you manage before your limbs are too heavy and your eyes slip shut
Cassandra’s eyes open with a start
Her vision is blurry. She notices, she is no longer in the armoury
She’s in her bed now, a thick blanket over her
Her left leg is already reattached to her. Her entire body throbs as she heals
Cassandra lifts her right hand cautiously, tears of pain streaming down her face as she inspects it
She screams your name, but no reply comes
Next to her are a pile of dead maidens, and a glass filled with blood
She shivers. Your scent is all around her. Yet- you are not
With fury in her eyes, she remembers what you did
Where are you? Why aren’t you here?!
She screams again. Why won’t you come to her?
Upon hearing her screams, she is swarmed with her two sisters
She snarls at them, demanding to know about you. She only receives sad, sorrowful glances in return
“Where?”, she croaks out
No answer comes to her. She cries, her head smudged against her older sister’s neck
Cassandra begs to see you, even as she can’t move
In return, she only receives a single piece of white, torn fabric. It reeks of you. She loves it
Cassandra cries as she holds it close to her each night until she can recover enough to seek out your grave
“I’m sorry”, she cries out, her nose buried in the fabric with the dried blood in it
Cassandra refuses to see her mother during the entirety of her recovery
The mother of three only knows of her daughter’s condition from her other daughters
She is not granted a single moment with her middle child, lest she is screamed at and demanded to leave
Lest she wants Cassandra to injure herself further by screaming and attempting to throw all within her reach
The moment she approaches her after her recovery, Cassandra swarms away
She refuses to see the woman for weeks
Cassandra screams in agony when Alcina corners her in the armoury one day
It no longer smells of your blood, yet it’s all that is on Cassandra’s mind
“It’s all your fault!”, she screams
She accuses, and her mother stays quiet. She knows, Cassandra needs someone else to blame
And she will take that role
“I hate you!”, she sneers at her mother, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clutches the torn fabric of the white dress against her chest
Perhaps, in time, she will heal. Perhaps not
Daniela
She’s fast to fall in love, this much is known
And it’s even easier for her to believe someone is in love with her
Quite often she is sure, one is in love with her within seconds of being in her presence
However, something less known: Daniela is very fast to believe she is no longer loved, too
All it takes is a small argument for her to believe she is no longer loved and treasured, but despised and feared
With you, it’s no different
You’re sitting on the bed, just where she left you
Your chest aches at the thought of the small argument stirred between the two of you
Really, it was nothing major. You’ve had a long day, and Daniela was being her usual, hyper and energetic self while you felt drained and tired
And while it normally excites you, it seems to have just angered you today. Riled you up
So when she came to you to cuddle, you denied her requests. Upon seeing puppy eyes and crocodile tears on her cheeks, you only grew angrier
You know now, you shouldn’t have let your anger out on your sensitive girlfriend
Daniela is so…naive
She hasn’t got the thick skin her sisters have, nor the maturity to understand certain emotions, having been shielded nearly all her life by her family
When you snapped at her and told her not to annoy you today, crocodile tears were replaced with real ones
You didn’t mean to use the word “annoy”. Daniela never really annoyed you like that. Not truly
She never meant to either, even when she acted spoiled and entitled, bratty or teasing
You were left on the bed when she immediately swarmed off
For a long time, hours, you’re in your own little world
That is, until Bela bursts into the room, attempting to find her younger sister. Instead, golden eyes land on you
Immediately you notice her state; the blood on her chest and the deep cut on her forehead, the light bruises on her body where you know, the cold must have hit her
“Where’s Daniela?!”, you demand to know. She has no answer for you
You debated before whether you should give Daniela space. This question is now overdue
You will not sit idle by while your lover might be in danger
You follow Bela on slightly shaky legs. You hear nothing, but run faster when she seems to have caught onto something
As you cross the courtyard- even Bela- you begin to hear it
The screams
Screams of pain
Screams for help
Screams for mercy
Bela is fast to rush through the door, and you follow suit
Your hands shake as you push open the door to Daniela’s section of the library and your eyes widen at the image in front of you
Daniela is cowering in the corner, blood running down her face. The window at the center of the ceiling is open
Beneath it, lies Daniela’s right arm, still clutching the sickle. Slowly, the insects of it die and lose formation
When a shot is fired into Daniela’s chest again, you run forwards.
You haven’t got a plan, really, but don’t need one either. Bela is fast to grab the intruder, her body slightly slower than normal due to the cold
Still, her sickle pushes inside of the man easily, and rips back out harshly
You pay them no mind, instead fall to your knees next to the auburn haired woman
She calls your name softly, and you cry as her soft lips harden and begin to crystallise
“I’ve got you, I promise!”, you croak out. You don’t dare wrap your arms around her. She looks so…fragile
Daniela cries helplessly as she attempts to reach you despite her frozen legs and crystallising remaining arm
You cup her cheek gently. You can practically see the life draining from her
This can’t be it, can it?
Your eyes widen as hers slip shut and her body nearly falls forwards
“Dani!”
For a mere moment, golden eyes open again. She’s whimpering softly as tears run down her cheeks
Judged by the large crack in her skin, you doubt she even can talk properly
You flinch when Bela is suddenly back at your side, her hand holding Daniela’s
You whimper as the woman’s ring finger breaks off
How can you stop this?!
Bela seems to have a solution. You’re a mess, as though unable to do anything but watch as life slips from Daniela
With her sharp teeth grazing her wrist, Bela hisses when dark blood flows from her
Daniela barely reacts when her sister’s hand is pressed to her lips and Bela pulls her to her chest
“Drink up, little one, please”. You wonder- is your voice as shaky as hers? Yet as you open your mouth, no words come out and you only choke on your tears
Your hands shake as Daniela drinks, and yet it does nothing at all. Flies keep dropping to the floor, blood keeps running from her wounds
“Dani. Daniela!”, you gasp when her eyes slip shut yet again and she no longer drinks from her sister
She’s pale, and sweat sticks to her forehead
She’s shivering even as the room adapts a normal temperature again
“Please, keep your eyes open, my love”, you beg. You doubt your words even reach her
You whimper as your hands wrap around her and you feel her cold skin
“Please. She needs me”, you whisper to the blonde next to you
She too seems to notice her blood does little to nothing to save her injured sister
“She would never forgive me…”, she argues, yet you see the defiance in her eyes
Bela is no fool and knows, this is the only way
She knows too, Daniela will hate her should anything happen to you. She loves you so painfully much…
Still, she obliges, and you groan in pain when you feel her sharp teeth injure your neck. Immediately, blood starts to flow and Daniela opens her eyes again
She cries as she is brought to your neck, her weak hand attempting to push against you
You cry with her when it breaks off and falls into Bela’s hands
“Dri-nk”, you urge, even as blood fills your mouth
It seems, Daniela can’t control herself in her state
You scream at her sharp teeth on your neck, digging in and biting
Still, through teary eyes, you see flies are no longer falling from her
After a minute or so, her legs begin to stop crystallising and even adapt a fresh colour again
You sway slightly. You’re starting to feel dizzy
“Daniela, that’s enough.”, Bela urges
You raise a weak arm to catch her wrist when she attempts to push Daniela off
“Nnjo, she neaads…dis…”, you slur out
Your hand raises weakly to Daniela’s hair, but you get no reaction from her as she feasts on you. In fact, you aren’t even sure whether she notices it
Your vision is blurry now, and you struggle with breathing
Bela attempts to tug her sister off for a moment, yet only a few seconds after her lips are pulled from your neck, she already writhes in pain and you notice her arm crystallise again
When she is pulled back against you, Bela does not interfere again, but merely watches with her knees tucked to her chest
You feel your life being drained by Daniela, yet make no effort to stop it. She…needs you
And you’re willing to give your life for hers
Daniela feels so…disoriented…when she awakens
She stares around the room, and smiles exhaustedly upon realising she is in one of your sweaters
Covered by thick blankets, she searches the room for you
Where are you? Why aren’t you with her? Is she still being too clingy?
Is she still annoying…?
Daniela calls out your name quietly, but no reply follows
Surely, though, you wouldn’t have given her your clothes if you are still angry…right?
She calls your name a little louder and winces at the pain in her throat. She feels so sore, even as she is already on the mend
When her door swings open, she grins eagerly. She misses you already! Where are you? Why aren’t you with her?
Daniela’s smile falters as Bela steps into the room instead. But…where are you?
Upon having her older sister press her hand to her forehead, she eagerly leans against her
Daniela smiles when a small kiss is pressed against the top of her head
“I’m happy to see you’re doing better, little fly. Mother will be up here shortly”, Bela sighs. She winces at the view of the sweater on her sister
She knows, she will need to tell Daniela
The auburn haired woman presses herself closer to her sister, all too happy to feel the small warmth she gets from her
She almost winces again when Daniela asks about you. Where you are. What happened
Daniela freezes when she receives her answer
No. Surely not.
She laughs at Bela’s face. “Where are they?”, she asks, giggling. No. No. Surely not. Bela must be joking. You aren’t taken from her. What a silly idea!
Daniela giggles even as tears stream down her face. No, no no no no. You aren’t taken from her!
She clutches the sweater tightly as she cries
No, no. No. Yes. No. No, it can’t be!
A week later, seven days without you by her side, Daniela seems to understand
When Bela goes to check up on her younger sister like she does every day, she is quite unprepared for the screaming festival she has started
She doesn’t cry. She doesn’t even shake as Daniela lets out her anger on her
Sharp nails dig into Bela’s pale skin as she holds her sobbing sister
“Why didn’t you stop it?!”
“It’s all your fault!”
“You caused this!”
“Why couldn’t you kill him faster?!”
“I hate you!”
“You’re the worst sister in the world!”
“You took them from me!”
Each word stings, yet she knows, Daniela doesn’t quite mean it. Not by the way she presses herself closer to her dear sister, by the way Daniela begs for comfort and understanding even as she causes blood to run down Bela’s fingertips
She realises. You’ve been taken from her. And it’s all her fault
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accidental | t.blyth
a/n: just a little tom x remi insta edit that came to me randomly and that i'm posting so i can keep procrastinating my homework :) there is a timeline of their relationship that i have planned out and this does defer from that so it's a little impulsive post :)
warnings: slut shaming, pregnancy, mentions of cheating
tomremi posted:
tomremi remi seen out and about lately👀 congrats to the happy couple!!
comments:
user1 OMG??!!?!
user6 omg tom’s gonna officially be a daddy😩😩😩😩😩😩
-> user10 and remi’s gonna officially be a mommy🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭
user3 IS IT TOMS??!!?
-> user4 ofc it is???
-> hater1 i wouldn’t be so sure
-> user2 girl what
-> user7 yeah wtf??
-> hater2 i wouldn’t put it past her to cheat on tom she’s not good enough for him
-> tomremi girl get a life fr
-> hater2 says the one with a fan account for a celebrity couple
user6 are they even married???
-> user8 does it matter?? let them be happy??
-> hater3 it was totally an accident she’s such a slut
-> user4 1) it’s just as much tom’s doing 2) no need to be slut shame, they’re in a happy and healthy relationship together and 3) it’s not our business
-> hater3 she just seems the type🤷♀️
user12 OMG SO HAPPY FOR TOM AND REMI!!!
-> hater5 i doubt they last until the birth
-> hater6 if i were tom i’d bolt to not be tied down by her
-> hater5 riiiigggghhhtttt she’s totally baby trapping him
-> user14 omg wtf did remi ever do to you let the girl live
-> tomremi y’all haters needs to chill tf out and let them both live and enjoy this time in their lives.
remi.alaric and tomblyth posted:
remi.alaric what if i told you none of it was accidental (or your business)
tagged: @tomblyth
comments:
user2 THE CAPTION HAHAHAHA YES REMI GIRL GET THEIR ASSES
user5 SO HAPPY FOR YOU BOTH!!!!
user3 yessss girl shut those haters UP so happy for you both congrats!!!!
rachelzegler strongest woman i know and the most radiant mama ever can’t wait to meet baby bean🥰🫶
-> remi.alaric so blessed and grateful to have you in my corner❤️
joshandresrivera so proud and so excited for you both🙌🙌
-> remi.alaric ❤️❤️❤️
user9 those haters are reeeaaalllll quiet now since you gagged them!! congrats girl!!!
-> user5 SHE SLAYED SO HARD
stevie.alaric can’t wait to meet my godchild and tell them all about how badass their mom is🤭
-> stevie.alaric still can’t believe you’re gonna be a mom tho🤢
-> remi.alaric still can’t believe you’re gonna be an aunt aren’t we still only 7 and 5🫣
mama-alaric me and your dad are so proud of you sweetie and how strong you are. you’re going to be the best mom you can be no matter what anyone else has to say. i love you honey❤️
-> remi.alaric going to do my best because i learnt from the best. i love you and dad so much momma❤️
user12 THE HATERS ARE GAGGED FR FR HAHAHA
user15 remi you’re gonna be absolutely the best mom and your real fans are so so happy for you and tom!!
hunterschafer so happy for you two!! can’t wait to meet the little bean🥰
mrsamclaflin congrats to you both! you’re going to make the most amazing parents!❤️
sukiwaterhouse so so happy for you guys!! can’t wait for our little ones to meet one day🤭🥰
-> remi.alaric they’re going to be the absolute bestest of friends❤️
tomblyth the strongest and most incredible woman i’ve ever met. i’m so impossibly in love with you🩵
-> remi.alaric i’m so in love with you my heart physically aches🩵
remi.alaric and tomblyth posted:
tomblyth i’ve never been so in awe as i have been watching you these past months. watching you grow our baby and begin to become a mom has been so fulfilling and inspiring and i find myself falling more and more in love with you each day. i can’t wait to meet our little bean and fall even more in love with the both of you, if my heart can possibly expand anymore.
p.s. the last picture’s my absolute favourite🩵
tagged: @remi.alaric
comments:
user1 my eyes are sweating so badly right now😭😭😭
user4 oh my god he’s so in love with her😩😩
rachelzegler i’m not crying my eyes are just taking a shower😭😭😭
-> user3 same here girl🤧🤧
-> user7 pass the tissues😖😖
rachelzegler so so happy and excited for you both, two of the most talented, humble, generous and STUNNING people in this world. little bean is so so loved already
-> user9 petition for rachel to be little bean’s godmother!!!!!
joshandresrivera great now i gotta step up my instagram caption game😒
-> joshandresrivera JK so happy for you guys!!
-> user2 LMAO JOSH
hunterschafer the most stunning and deserving couple ever!! so so happy for you both!!
user5 oh so he’s in LOVE love
stevie.alaric you’ll never love her as much as i do😤😤
-> stevie.alaric but i’m so happy you’re here!!
-> user8 STEVIE LMAOOOOOO
-> user3 not stevie doing a complete 180 in tom’s comments😭😭
-> hater1 even her sister doesn’t think they’ll last pfffttt
-> stevie.alaric girl where EXACTLY did i say that?
-> user4 OHP stevie’s madddddd
-> user8 the alaric sisters are eating the haters UP
hater5 i still think she baby trapped him
-> tomblyth and i still think you should shut the fuck up
-> user2 OMG TOM
-> user9 tom and remi ain’t taking ANYONES shit
-> user6 baby bean has the most badass take-no-shit parents I LOVE IT
-> hater5 it was just an opinion🤷♀️ no need to attack.
-> remi.alaric well no one asked for it🤷🏻♀️ no need to be sensitive and dish it when you can’t take it.
-> user4 i am LOVING this clapback era for tom and remi
-> user5 baby bean is gonna grow up and take ZERO shit from ANYBODY
remi.alaric thank you for being the most supportive, generous and caring partner anyone could ever ask for. i truly couldn’t do any of this without you and i wouldn’t ever want to. i love you and our little bean so incredibly much i can’t express it. forever and ever my love🩵
-> tomblyth no need to thank me when i’d do it all again in a heartbeat. forever and ever because you’re never getting rid of me🩵
-> stevie.alaric y’all are sickeningly sweet
-> rachelzegler so adorbs i can’t🤧
-> rachelzegler but save it for offline jeeez
#tom blyth fic#tom blyth x oc#tom blyth fanfiction#tom blyth#tom blyth imagine#rachel zegler#percy jackson#josh andres rivera#oc fanfiction#original character fanfiction#original character#thg fic#thg#thg series#the hunger games ballad of songbirds and snakes#the hunger games#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#lucy gray baird#coriolanus snow#ig edit#mrpldiddles#mrpldiddles fic
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hello! like everyone else I’ve been totally glued to your Steve fics lately. your take on his character/mannerisms are perfect!!
I have a request, if you’re interested: reader’s horny as hell and it’s all Steve’s fault. (personally I’m a sucker for future dad Steve/pregnant reader but if that’s not your vibe feel free to come up with another reason why we’re blaming him). Anyway, normally Steve would love nothing more than to help you out but today he’s actually working at his desk on some project due tomorrow morning so you’ll just have to wait until he’s done before he can attend to your needs. But that’s not going to stop you from trying your best begging/teasing techniques throughout the day, saying things that rile him up, touching him, blaming him for the situation, and appealing to his very deep need to take care of you.
After a long day putting up with you/attempting to stay strong, you finally say or do something that sends Steve over the edge. (He actually knocks over his desk chair as he mauls you.) But Steve’s going to have to pay you back for all the teasing you’ve unleashed on him all day by taking his damn time.
smut city, pls!
Ooh now THIS is appealing! But yes I’m all for having horny pregnant reader. I mean good lord if I had that to look at every day, I’d be popping out kids every year because I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off him 🤣
Let’s pretend this is how Steve looks after a good fuck 👀
All Your Fault
Steve Harrington x Reader
Warnings: Smut (lots of smut, it gets pretty filthy I’m sorry), Pregnant Reader
You thought you knew what to expect during pregnancy.
Morning sickness, cravings, weight gain, fatigue, you get the drift. You even knew to expect mood swings throughout the pregnancy.
What you didn’t expect was to be as horny as a wild animal in mating season.
You were nearing the end of your fourth month of pregnancy. The nausea had dissipated, your energy had increased some and you felt better than you had in weeks. Your body was growing and changing daily, making room for the life that was growing exponentially fast with each week passed.
You’d finally made it through the stage where you no longer look bloated, but we’re starting to sport a small, noticeable bump. Most likely it was going to double in size by the end of next month, but for now, you treasured the baby bump, knowing you and Steve’s baby was growing like he or she should be.
You were taken back at first by how high your sex drive was at this point in pregnancy. You craved him as badly, if not more than the snacks and treats you’d been consuming lately.
Usually, Steve was more than happy to help you out. You were sure he was even more thrilled than you were about the extra intimacy. But this lately was wild, almost animalistic, lust-filled sex. Ironically enough, you hadn’t had much of that since the night you likely conceived.
But today, Steve had to be an adult. Or well, he had work to do.
Keith had unfortunately—much to your dismay—tasked Steve to do the inventory numbers at Family Video, leaving the task until last minute. Thus, he gave the annoying job to Steve, who had been hunched over his desk, hard at work all day, trying to finish the job before they were due in tomorrow, at the beginning of the month.
“Steeeeve,” you whined, “Can’t you take just a tiny break?”
“Baby, you know I’d love to,” he sighed heavily, pushing his hair out of his face, “But I still have a ways to go if I want to finish this before tonight.”
You sighed dramatically, flopping on the couch across the living room from him. You rubbed your belly soothingly.
“Daddy’s being mean to us, baby,” you pouted.
“Daddy’s also trying to get this nightmare of a project over with,” he mumbled in return, “Also, mommy is being over dramatic.”
“It’s your fault I’m like this,” you huffed.
“I think it’s more like the hormones from pregnancy, not me.”
“Is it possible to die from horniness?” you asked, dead serious.
“Babe, if it was, you would’ve killed me years ago,” he responded, his back still turned to you.
You stuck your tongue out at his back playfully, telling yourself you were going to concentrate on the game show that was on TV, but it didn’t last long at all.
Your eyes returned to your boyfriend, watching him. Your eyes slid along his back, knowing the feel of the muscles in them moving under your fingers as he moved above you. You could see the faint sign of his leg bouncing through the loose, gray pants he wore.
His butt looked amazing in those pants somehow, but so did his dick. It was amazing how they seemed to be loose fitting yet hugged the parts of him that you really shouldn’t be thinking of right now.
Then your mind wandered to his thighs. Ones you liked to perch yourself on, sometimes you rode them, getting yourself off by just a thigh alone. The delicious friction of it against your throbbing clit.
You really did have to stop your train of thoughts before you got yourself in a worse situation than you were currently in.
That was when you got the wicked idea to tease him. You were gonna make him sorry for leaving you in such a desperate state.
•
Lunchtime came and you fixed him a sandwich, bringing it into him, knowing he wouldn’t stop working to eat if you didn’t.
“Thanks sweetheart,” he smiled, wrapping an arm around your waist, patting your side, hand resting dangerously low on your ass.
This son of a bitch really was pushing your buttons at this point.
“No problem,” you smiled sweetly.
You looked over his shoulder at the paperwork in front of him, spread out on the desk.
“Not done yet?” you hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind, hands gliding down his chest.
It was a delicate balance; trying to be purposely sensual but playing innocent as if you weren’t trying to seduce him at all.
“Nope.”
“That’s a shame,” you pouted, kissing his cheek, lips hovering near his ear, “How about a short lunchtime break? Let you bend me over this desk and have your way with me, hmm?”
You bit his earlobe softly, feeling him shudder under your touch.
“You know I can’t,” Steve said, surprisingly more firm than you were sure he felt.
“Hmm. Suit yourself. I think I’m going to take a bath, wash up really good. Over my chest, my legs. Lather up the ladies real well,” you said, motioning to your boobs, which had grown fuller over the last few months.
He was blinking at you like an owl, unable to say anything.
“T-That’s fine,” he cleared his throat of the rasp that’d come out, “You go ahead, I’ll be here if you need me.”
“Well you know where you find me, if you need me,” you winked, sauntering off towards the bathroom.
The bath wasn’t that great, honestly. It was fine, refreshing, but all you wanted was Steve to strip naked and join you. You groaned, stepping out when you were done, draining the water.
You needed to up the ante if you wanted results.
•
The soft, silky bathrobe you donned was tied loosely at your waist. One tug and it could easily pull right open to expose your naked body underneath.
You carefully arranged the neckline of it so it showed the perfect amount of your cleavage. Where he could see your chest heaving from your labored breath, could access your neck where your pulse was spiking—symptoms of your intense desire for him.
He’d barely moved from where you’d left him.
One of his hands was in his hair, head resting in his hand, arm propped on the desktop, his fingers clutching a pencil and scribbling. Occasionally he would pause, punch some numbers into the calculator next to him and then resume writing.
The plate next to him was empty save for some crumbs. At least he’d eaten, that was something.
You stopped at the edge of his desk, rapping your knuckles against the desktop to get his attention.
“Can I get you anything else to eat?” you asked, motioning to the plate when he looked up at you.
“No, that was enough. Thanks for fixing it for me,” he smiled.
“Not a problem,” you replied, casually.
Purposely, you reached across the desk from where you were standing to grab the plate, making sure he had the perfect view of your cleavage. When you pulled back, one shoulder of the robe had slipped, exposing even more skin.
You might’ve missed it if you weren’t looking straight at him, but you saw Steve’s eyes flicker downwards then back up to your face, looking glazed. Then he blinked and was back to normal.
You let the disappointment settle internally and immediately went on to your next plan.
“Let me know if you want anything else,” you called in a sing-song voice as you headed towards the kitchen with the dirty plate.
You could’ve sworn you heard an answering grumble come from behind you.
•
Steve turned when he heard movement behind him.
“What are you doing?”
You looked up from where you were organizing the books on the small bookshelf you had in the living room.
“Just doing a little cleaning. Don’t let me bother you.”
“Shouldn’t you be resting?” he asked, looking concerned.
“Steve, I’ve gotta burn off this excess energy somehow,” you responded, turning back to where you alphabetizing the novels.
You made sure he was still looking when you bent over, as if peering closer at a certain book, making sure he got a full view of your ass in the tiny lounge shorts you decided to don.
You heard a creak behind you and turned to see Steve had turned back to his work.
You groaned inwardly. You were going to get him to fuck you if it meant you had to walk around naked.
•
As tempting as that thought was, you decided to forgo the walking around naked part. You were desperate, but you weren’t quite that desperate yet.
“How goes it?” you asked, walking in the room.
You’d spent the last few hours sitting in the kitchen reading your book and snacking on some strawberries. Just because you couldn’t have one of the things you were craving didn’t mean you were going to deprive yourself of your current food craving.
“Well I’m closer to being done than I was, if that tells you anything.”
“Steve, you’ve been at that desk nearly all day,” you frowned, “You must be stiff and sore.”
He groaned, rubbing at his neck and shoulders as if the power of suggestion was enough to make him realize just how sore he really was.
“Here, let me rub it for you,” you offered.
You put your hands on his shoulders, massaging gently, thumbs pressing into soft circles of his neck, kneading the knots out of his muscles.
He moaned softly, heading falling forward.
“That feels amazing, Y/N,” he complimented.
He was just asking for it at this point.
You leaned forward, breasts pressing against his back as you kissed his cheek, seemingly innocently.
“I know how else to make you feel amazing,” you purred, “And make you moan even more than you already were.”
His throat bobbed at his obviously hard swallow. One peek down at his crotch and you could see his cock was all aboard for the idea.
“I could suck you off, then let you get back to work,” you whispered, your voice as tantalizing as your words, “Let me wrap my lips around that pretty little cock of yours, make you moan so loud the walls rattle.”
He turned to look at you and you took the opportunity to press your lips against his. Your mouth purposely moved tantalizingly slow against his.
He hummed when you pulled away, his eyes still closed.
“You taste like strawberries,” he whispered.
“I know,” you smirked, your hands once again running down his chest.
“I know what you’re trying to do, Y/N,” Steve said, giving you a stern look, removing your hands gently from him.
“And what’s that?” you blinked innocently.
“You’re trying to get me to cave because you’re honey as fuck,” he said blatantly.
“I can’t help that I want to jump you,” you groaned, “But I know, I know, I’ll wait.”
“I don’t have much more to do, then I promise, I’m all yours,” Steve promised, kissing your cheek, turning back to his work.
You decided to give in to defeat at that point and just try to be patient, even if you did already feel like jumping out of your skin.
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“I’m amazed you’ve been patient this long,” Steve said casually.
It was nearing late afternoon, three o’clock soon to be turning into four.
“Believe me, it’s not been easy,” you mumbled, resting against one of the stuffed chairs, watching him.
“Especially when my brain decides to turn every little thing you do into some sexual.”
He chuckled, amused.
“Like what?”
“You just writing for example. All I could think of is your hands and how they feel on my body, how your fingers feel tracing every curve, how they feel inside of me making me beg you to cum,” you groaned, “Sorry, I’m getting carried away again. I oughta just have gotten myself off. At least have one good orgasm imagining it was your hand instead of mine and—”
You jumped, hearing a loud crash. Without realizing it, Steve had hurled himself out of the desk chair, knocking it over. You gasped when he was on you, pulling your weight away from the chair you were leaning against, pressing your body into his. He kissed you hard, hungrily, making you moan into the kiss.
He was already moving you by the time you’d parted, breath heavy from the intense kiss. He backed you up against the edge of his desk, his body holding yours there with his own.
“There is no way I’m letting you get yourself off when I know I can do it and better,” he practically growled in your ear, pressing his crotch into you.
You felt his cock straining in his pants and you moaned, eager already for it.
“Fuck, if I knew that’s all it would’ve taken to get you to pay attention to me, I would’ve done it so much sooner,” you laughed a bit breathlessly.
“I was trying so hard to resist all day so I could get my work done,” he groaned, kissing you again.
“Not the only thing that was hard was it, big boy?” you giggled, nipping at his bottom lip.
“Don’t think you’re gonna get away with your little tricks,” he smirked, pushing all the contents of his desk on the floor.
You gaped at them, surprised.
“I’ll worry about that later,” he muttered, “I’ve got a gorgeous girl to tease.”
He grabbed your hips roughly, setting you on the desktop so you were at the same level as him. Before he did anything else, he practically tore your shirt over your head, groaning at the sight of your breast, nipples hard.
His hands grabbed them firmly, massaging them roughly in his large hands as his mouth moved against yours. You groaned at the wonderful feeling of his rough palms against your peaked nipples. You had never been as turned on as you were right now, your clit throbbing painfully, your panties soaked so thoroughly you wouldn’t be surprised if you left a puddle on his desk.
“Steve,” you whimpered, his mouth moving over your jaw and neck, sucking harshly in certain, random spots, “Can’t we just forgo the teasing this once?”
“Nope. Gotta give you a lesson you won’t forget,” he smirked, lowering his mouth to your chest.
Your breasts were still a tad sensitive and the feeling of his mouth on them practically made you salivate.
“Oh god,” you groaned, back arching into his mouth, his tongue and mouth sucking and licking at your nipples, giving them plenty of attention.
“See this is why I’m constantly horny,” you chuckled weakly, his lips moving back upwards towards your jaw and lips, “You’re too damn good at this.”
His hands had slid from your waist to your outer thighs, squeezing them as if to emphasize his next words which just so happened to be breathed over your lips.
“It’s because I love making you moan.”
God, not only his touch, but his words alone could like make you cum.
Your mouths connected again, his hands grabbing your ass roughly and pulling you into him as he ground his hips into yours. Your hands while tangled in his hair, quickly got on the same track as your brain, moving to his shirt to tug it off.
If he was gonna rub his dick against you like that and expect you not to act like a sex starved being, especially in your condition, then he was sorely mistaken.
He pulled away from your touch, causing you to scowl, but you were relieved to see he was just shedding his shirt. You were awarded with the glorious sight of his bare chest and stomach. If only he’d let you have a minute to just kiss and suck and lick the entirely of his naked upper half…
Much to your disappointment, he didn’t return to your lips, he stayed where he was, pulling off your shorts, cursing at the sight.
“I didn’t think you were wearing underwear when you pulled that bending over stunt,” he grunted.
You smirked, a bit proud of yourself.
“You sure stared long enough.”
“Yeah because all I wanted to do was take you, bent over like that,” Steve ground out.
Your thighs clenched, another pool of warmth gathering between them.
He tutted, like scolding a child as he once again pushed your thighs apart, readying you for his next level of teasing. He was on his knees before you before you could protest, his lips leaving a gentle kiss against your inner thigh.
“I’ve been so wet all day because of you,” you moaned, your desperation already showing.
You really were screwed if he had too much more teasing planned because you were already so desperate for him to have his way with you.
“And now you’re gonna learn how to be patient, aren’t you baby girl?”
He trailed his fingers along your entrance, gathering your slick.
“Yes, Steve,” you nodded eagerly.
You’d probably agree to anything right now as long as made home do something.
A finger pressed against your clit with just enough pressure to make you hiss through your teeth. Then came his tongue, licking a slit all the way up your lips.
“Oh, fuck,” you breathed.
His touch left you, his tongue taking over the job. With a few gentle laps at your clit, he moved on, tongue thrusting in and out of your entrance.
You moaned louder, entire body arching, your hands on his hair, wanting to keep him there forever. It never failed to amaze you that he knew just how to kiss, suck and lick every inch of you perfectly.
His fingers rejoined the performance, gliding in and out of you with ease, twisting and curling in perfect time with the coil of your building orgasm. His lips sucked on your clit, only adding to the bliss.
You were out of control, you’d never felt on fire like this before. Your hips were grinding against his face, body arched and hands squeezing your boobs, pinching your nipples. He was going to send you to an early grave. He was definitely going to send you to heaven during this orgasm.
“I’m close,” you whined, thighs squeezing at the sides of his head.
He held your thighs in one hand and did the worst possible thing.
You were seconds away from shattering completely when all contact was gone. His fingers were gone from you and so was his mouth.
“No, no,” you whined, “Steve, what the fuck?”
“Patience, darling,” he smirked that infuriating smirk.
He was soon forgiven when he started back up, your orgasm closer and stronger than it previously had been.
When he stopped a second time, right at the last second, you didn’t know whether to cry in frustration or slap him.
Apparently, your mouth decided on anger before your brain could catch up.
“I’m going to fucking kill you, Harrington.”
“How bad do you want to cum?”
The gleam in his eyes was wicked, the desire driving him almost as wild as you’d been acting. By this point, your brain was shut off and your mouth was saying whatever. If anyone else were to overhear, they might’ve mistaken you and Steve for an actual porno.
“So bad, so bad,” you whimpered.
“Say please,” his grin was as wicked as his stare.
“Please, Steve, please.”
You were actually going to combust when he was through with his teasing. You were actually going to explode into a million little pieces and float towards the earth like ash raining down. Not that you cared less. You welcomed it.
The second time he resumed, his fingers moved quicker, licks and sucks harsher as he was determined to let you finish this time. Maybe there was something to this science because the building knot was even stronger than the previous two times and you were sure you were gonna make a mess all over Steve’s face.
You were squirming inadvertently on the desk, hands holding his head right where you wanted him because over your fucking dead body was he going to quit before you could cum.
Your moans filled the room the only other sound your labored breathing and whines.
“Oh, fuck!” you partially screeched, a long moan laced with your words.
Your orgasm hit and your entire body trembled with the strength of one you’d never, ever felt. The journey had been pure torture, but damn if the pay off wasn’t worth it.
The aftershocks were just as powerful and you whimpered, trying to push him away as your entire lower half had become too sensitive for more at the moment.
Steve sat back, chin still glistening with a satisfied grin on his face. Wiping his chin on his shoulder, he stood, taking your face in his hands.
“Holy shit,” you have groaned, amazed just by him.
“You okay? We can stop now if you need to.”
“Oh hell no,” you laughed, still trying to catch your breath, “Just give me a moment.”
You leaned forward and kissed him again, one hand bypassing his pants and boxers, reaching in to grip his now throbbing cock, firmly. You pressed a kiss to his chest as his eyes fluttered closed at your touch.
You pumped him slowly, your wrist turning slowly, teasing him now.
“I thought this was your lesson,” he groaned, resting his forehead against yours.
“I happen to like hearing you moan,” you smiled, devilishly.
“I don’t want to cum unless I’m inside you,” he breathed.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
You removed your hand, pushing his pants down his hips, his boxers going as well.
“Come here,” he murmured, pulling you in for another kiss.
In the midst of the kiss, your hand wrapped around his cock once again, guiding him to your entrance. He pushed into you, mutual moans of pleasure coming from both of you.
“So good, fuck you’re so good for me, Y/N,” Steve mumbled hand on your cheek, giving you another quick kiss as he started moving at a slow, languid pace.
You didn’t complain at the moment, just enjoying the feeling of him moving in and out, his hard length gliding and running against you in such a pleasant way.
“Come on Steve,” you provoked, “I know you can do better than that.”
He growled, gaze boring into yours as he grabbed your ass, lurching you for in one swift, hard motion as he thrust into you roughly, making your head loll back.
“Jesus,” you moaned, gripping his shoulders, suddenly short of breath once again, “Yeah, that’s m-more like it.”
Just as your hips were getting used to the rougher pace, he pulls out of you completely leaving you aching and shaking, left wanting more.
You let out a protesting whine, but he shushes you.
“I wanna try something different, is that okay?”
You nodded, letting him manipulate your body like he wanted it.
He turned you around, bending you over the desk, wrapping one arm protectively around your abdomen, protecting your vulnerable bump, so it wouldn’t hit the edge of the desk.
The small gesture makes you smile and you turn your head, kissing the shoulder of that arm.
Your smile fades quickly into your mouth dropping in pleasure as he thrusts back into you, the angle allowing you to feel him so deep, it automatically has your body shaking.
“I got you, I got you,” Steve mutters against your shoulder as he thrusts roughly into you, holding onto your front firmly, aiding you in your own backwards thrusts of your hips.
“Fuuuuuck, fuck, fuck, fucking hell, Steve,” you’re a moaning, babbling mess, fully drunk on him and his cock buried in you.
Your hair is wild in your face and you push it back, your body rocking back against his and you reach out to grip the edge of the desk. Your other hand hasn’t moved from where it rests over his, as if double protecting the growing baby inside you.
“Is it as good as you imagined all day, baby? Shit,” he grit his teeth, moaning the curse at the end of his sentence.
“Better,” you moan, throwing your head back against his shoulder, “So much fucking better.”
He’s repeatedly hitting a spot so deep with you that your eyes might be rolling back in your head. His hair brushes your cheek as he bends over you, reaching down between your legs.
His thrusts are becoming erratic and you know he’s dangerously close and trying to hurry you to your climax. You’re unintentionally squeezing around his cock, your muscles quivering and contracting from your own pleasure.
He finger circles your clit frantically and the pressure starts building inside you again, signaling your impending orgasm is near. His hand’s frantic movements matched his hips frantic pace.
“Wanna cum,” he moaned lowly, “Wanna cum so hard in you, baby girl.”
“Do it,” you begged, “Fuck, Steve, please. Make me a mess. Fuck, I love you so much.”
Your mouth was forming and releasing words that you had no comprehension of, you were so close and with every thrust, he got you closer.
Another mind blowing orgasm hit you and you moaned his name repeatedly, clutching on to him and distantly you heard your own name falling from his lips. You could feel his body that was now slick against yours, tense and shudder as his own body was wracked with his own ecstasy.
You were spent by the time he slid out of you, your entrance sensitive and dripping from your combined releases. You would’ve fallen forward against the desk due to your wobbling, unsteady legs, but he balanced you in both arms, scooping you up in them.
The exhaustion was heavy in your limbs. Pregnancy sex was mind blowingly amazing, but the exhaustion afterwards was twice as bad.
“Your papers,” you mumbled weakly.
“I’ll worry about them later,” Steve answered, “Come on, let’s go get you cleaned up.”
He carried you to the bedroom, laying you on the bed while he went to the bathroom. He returned with a damp washcloth, wiping your thighs clean and running it gently between your legs, knowing you were still incredibly sensitive.
You open an eye when he returns from discarding the rag.
“You know, it won’t be too much longer before I’ll be too big for us to do that,” you said, motioning to the doorway, meaning your precious little escapade.
“Then we’ll just have to enjoy it while we can,” Steve smirked, laying down next to you.
“By the way, I’m thankful it’s all your fault I’m so horny because you sure deliver,” you mumbled, already half asleep.
“Go to sleep, baby,” he chuckled.
You were out before he finished his sentence.
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Would you write top Usopp? I’d rlly love to see that! Maybe a shy dense reader (she) that he’s been flirting with until he finally went “y’know what? Fuck it” and just kisses her! Or anything you’d have in mind! (I love angst with happy ending, soo 👀 👉👈)
(Lil vent: I only ever see ppl writing him as a bottom and, while I don’t judge, I just rlly don’t/ can’t see that. Yeah, he’s anxious and can be a scaredy-cat, but he’s grown and when it matters he’s super brave and confident. I feel like ppl babyfy him a lot… so I’d love to see a top Usopp being all the confident and flirty for once! It’s kinda unfair how they babyfy him so much… anyway! I’m so sorry abt this impromptu vent!! Ik it was stupid, I just been thinking abt this a whole lot! Sorry again)
Anon, I love your beautiful mind. Your wish is my command, because your wish is also my wish. We are of one mind right now. I have written some Usopp for you, with some angst, and fluff, and some smut, and guess what? He's not a bottom! So there's that.
(I refuse to accept as Usopp as bottom so you and I can stand together on this hill. I'll make room. Usopp is courageous, and trustworthy. He knows how skilled he is, and isn't shy at all in my opinion! He just gets scared and honestly rightfully so! The situations they get into are absolutely bonkers. Not everyone is as fearless as Luffy. Never worry about ranting to me!! We can rant together)
hehe ANYWAY here is the fic. I could rant for three more paragraphs if you let me. Please enjoy the Usopp meal kiss kiss xoxo
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USOPP X FEM READER | AFAB NO PRONOUNS | NSFW
WORD COUNT: 1.7k (I could have easily written another 1k but thought i should stop while i was ahead)
A (BADLY WRITTEN) SUMMARY: Usopp doesn't understand why y/n can't just grasp the concept of him being into her??? So he makes a move because life is short.
There wasn’t a target in all the seas that he couldn’t hit. No matter how far, no matter how fast. That was the guarantee. His legacy. Sniper King, Usopp the legend of East Blue.
However, with you, it was like flinging cotton balls as ammunition; not enough force, always falling too short, nothing stuck.
It was true that you always laughed at his jokes, crinkling your button nose, chubby cheeks partially concealing your eyes. It was true that whenever he called your name, you whipped your head in his direction, never ignored him; not even once. It was true that sometimes he’d brush the back of his hand against yours, and sometimes–maybe once or twice, your pinkies had entwined as silence fell between you; an understanding of shaky possibilities.
It was also true that you never once answered truthfully when he asked you if you had a crush. Did he know them? It was also true that he called you pretty, funny, amazing and you had taken it all in stride with a quiet laugh, stating that he was too kind; too sweet.
He wanted to be more than sweet. He wanted to be enticing, alluring. He wanted you to see him and feel fire wrap itself around your legs, and over your hips until you were consumed by nothing but thoughts of him. He wanted you to dream of him the way he dreamed of you at night; dream of his lips the way he dreamed of yours–their taste, their shape, the way his name would tumble out in an imaginary ecstasy.
Night after night, he struggled with himself. He’d run scenarios in his mind, wondering what else he could do, what else he could say. It bothered him enough to go to Sanji, risking humiliation. Sanji had laughed, before clapping one hand on his shoulder. Some people are like flowers, he had said as they shared a glass of wine. Sometimes they need a little extra push, a little bit more care, before they can bloom.
Usopp wanted to see you bloom. He wanted your petals to open up, to reveal the tender pink inside, like cherry trees in spring. He wanted to be the breeze that shakes your branches, scattering the essence of you everywhere to carry it with him wherever he went.
He smelled you in the ocean breeze as you stood on the deck, observing the sea as you often did. You turn to him and smile, hand outstretched to him. He doesn’t have the strength to deny you. He walks towards you, heart hammering loudly between his ribs. It seeks to escape, to run away from the scene. Usopp brings a hand up to calm it, he rubs a quick circle over his chest. He murmurs a quiet promise to himself. Today, he wouldn’t let you escape. Today, he’d make you understand.
You both look out at the ocean, watch the sun sink lower into the horizon. Orange ink spills in the skies, washes away and blends in with dusty blue.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” you ask him, tilting your head up at him. He looks down at you with lips slightly parted. As if he couldn’t breathe enough. His dark brown eyes, deep and soulful, watch you and it feels as if he sees deeper than skin; deeper than flesh, sinews and bone. You swallow, trying to ignore the steady increase in body heat.
“Yeah,” he says, tearing his eyes away from you with the last shred of his will. He places an elbow on the railing of the Thousand Sunny to glance at the sunset casually. It was beautiful for sure, but the sight of your skin glowing was far more than that; far more than words he could ever utter.
He should, though, shouldn’t he?
He swallows the nerves, they tangle in his throat. He hears you talking about something or the other; more than likely whatever shenanigans Luffy had gotten up to that day. He laughs just at the thought of it, your story barely registering. All he could do was stare at your moving lips, the way the corners of your mouth would curl up, the tiny flash of white teeth; he remembers at the most inopportune moment, he is aware, of his last dream where you sank your teeth into his shoulders to keep from crying out.
His hands shake, he feels pleasurable heat at the bottom of his belly. If he didn’t hold you tonight, if he didn’t kiss you until he was out of breath, he was as good as dead. He says your name, cutting off your speech. You blink at him, wondering when he had become so rude. You don’t get the chance to question him. His mouth is on yours, tightly pressed as one arm wraps around your waist. He pulls you in closer, fingers clutching at the fabric of your shirt; desperate to keep you close. His other hand buries in your hair, grabbing handfuls of it, bringing your mouth closer to his.
You feel your body freeze, adrenaline shooting bullseyes at every nerve. Bang, Bang, Bang! And at the source of the hit, warmth blooms; ink on paper, spreading heated fingers over your skin.
He presses his tongue against your bottom lip, and feels the chapped skin. It doesn’t bother him. He just thinks he should kiss you more properly; tenderly, to make up for it. He has you in his embrace, tongue pushing past your lips. He claims yours for the taking, moaning softly as he sucks on it. When you come up for air, you are breathless; a small shiver rattles your senses.
“I like you so much,” he confesses against the baby hairs on your temple. He kisses your cheeks, brushes his plush lips against the shell of one ear. “I want you.” You don’t trust yourself to answer. Your legs feel weak, so you clasp fistfuls of his vest. He looks down at you through his curly lashes, his ragged breathing splashing against your mouth. He takes your silence as an answer, and envelopes your small hand in his large one to lead you away from the deck.
It is fortune’s grace that you meet no one on the way to his bedroom. He pushes the door open with too much force, and it slams against the opposing wall. The noise startles you, so he apologizes quickly as he closes it, ears heating up with embarrassment.
He tries to forget his slip up by pulling you into his embrace again, kissing you with abandon. You were in his room; you, the elusive you. It was more than he could have ever hoped. He had dreamed, yes, time and time again but those were fantasy; a cheap copy of the real you. His imagination could not compare to the softness of the inside of your mouth, the meatiness of your hips that he gripped tightly enough to bruise. You whimper as he bites on your bottom lip, tugs on it with a strength you didn’t know he possessed.
Your tongue is in his mouth again when he picks you up by the ass, long brown fingers digging into your glutes. You moan, arms wrapping around his neck as you both fall back on the bed. His weight on your body is arousing. You can’t get past the idea of how domineering it feels, as if he could pin you down and you’d be too weak to resist. He was an incredible marksman. You knew this, but wondered if he was a mind reader as well. His fingers wrap around your wrists, and he pins them over your head, his free hand snaking under your shirt, pressing flat against your belly at an excruciatingly slow pace. His callouses palms, the roughness of his skin makes you shiver.
“Usopp,” you breathe, barely able to utter the syllables. Your legs move despite your will, rubbing together as if that would stop the slickness in your panties from spreading. You don't have the courage to ask for it, so you blush instead. The sight of you biting your lip, sinking in your shoulders as if you wanted to hide shouldn’t entice him; it shouldn’t make the throbbing erection in his pants any more worse but it does. He feels it twitch, feels the need to force you to look at him. So he leaves your skin alone to grab your chin between thumb and index finger. He pulls your chin upwards, watches you until you make eye contact.
You can barely stand to look at him. Sweat drops cling to his cinnamon skin, and as your fingers twitch you remember how warm he always feels. A heat floods your belly, oozing downwards. You feel yourself become wetter the longer he stares at you.
“I want you to look at me,” he says as he lets go of your chin. His hand travels down the center of your breasts, fingers dancing lightly over your belly. Your breathing comes in short bursts; soft pants filling up the empty room. “Make sure you keep looking at me.”
His fingers brush along the inside of your thighs. You feel them ease under the skirt. You try not to close your eyes, they flutter briefly as he finds your heated cunt. You mutter something unintelligible, maybe his name? He doesn’t quite catch it but it makes him smile to see you falling apart so easily. He discovers the elastic of your panties with two fingers, pushes it aside to gently play with your wet folds.
You’re tethered to his gaze; dark, warm and hypnotizing. You lose yourself, sink into it, as if drowning at the deep end of a pool. Was breathing even necessary when his fingers so easily slipped inside of you? You cry out at the feel of them curving; searching. You bite your lip, before you gasp, panting. He never stops watching you, even as he picks up the pace, taking the hint from your moving hips. You were art in motion; a cascade of colors; a mixed medium of sound and touch. He was a mere consumer, delirious; his only desire was to have whatever you could possibly give him.
You cry out his name, and he feels a wish fulfilled. He buries his face in your neck, his curls brushing your cheek.
“Perfect,” he mumbled against your neck, nipping the skin he found until little purple bruises showed up. He feels like an imposter. He wishes he could leave something better; the shape slightly different, anything to add to your beauty. “You’re so perfect.” Your moans ignite his passion, your fingers are under his shirt, running sharp nails down his back. “Let’s not stop here. Give me more. I want more.”
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I really think that the biggest missed opportunity with Alastor’s character is simply just *not* making him a has-been.
I think, in the show, Alastor is very over powered. I get why- he’s meant to be super cool/edgy, but honestly this only serves as a detriment to his character *and* the show.
Alastor would be so much cooler if he actually *wasn’t* as powerful as he used to be- a fact which he knows deep down but is too prideful to admit. I imagine we start off the show under the impression that Alastor is super powerful- however, as it goes on, the cracks slowly start to show. Everyone in the hotel starts to ask questions- “Alastor, if you hate Vox so much, why haven’t you just killed him already?” “Alastor, why have you been dormant for so long?” “Alastor, why can’t you just take down Valentino and easily solve most of our problems?”
Perhaps it can even all culminate in some sort of battle (maybe someone attacks the hotel, idk)- and Alastor assures everyone that he has this covered, but then he fails. He fails like so miserably that it’s almost funny, and suddenly things click into place- because *of course the radio demon isn’t the most powerful overlord in Hell by any stretch.* His powers revolve around *radios,* something that have become mostly obsolete. How could he possibly ever be a true rival to Vox, who controls literally *all technology* ??
That’s why Alastor has laid low for so long. That’s why Alastor hasn’t done anything to Vox or Valentino. That’s why Alastor’s main contribution to the hotel is only a bar and two employees. That’s why Alastor has to rely on tricks and manipulation to keep his power (unlike canon Alastor- who is extremely temperamental in a way that just makes everything 10 times more difficult for him and makes him seem like a whiney baby), because he can’t possibly ever win in an honest fight.
That’s why Alastor is so obsessed with this hotel at all. That’s why he likes to call everyone in it has-beens because he’s projecting.
(… also I love this headcanon in a radiodust perspective. I think there’s so much potential there of Alastor wanting so badly to free Angel from Valentino but knowing that *he can’t* and he hates himself for that. Of course Alastor eventually would find a way because he mostly makes up for what he lacks in pure power with good/clever plans, but it’s the fact that he is unable to do so right away that eats him up.)
… I could go on and on about this but I’m going to shut up now. I’m so sorry for rambling so much but it just always annoyed me to see how over powered Alastor is in the show, and I think if they leaned into Alastor being a bit of a washed up has-been people would like him a lot more as it’d add so much more depth and character (and would add a lot more stakes to the story- because if Alastor can easily take down basically anyone, there’s no reason for me to be worried at all).
This genuinely sounds so damn cool anon like, I really like this idea 👀
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Hello, I just wanted to write that I re-read the last chapter again (I can’t stop) Your fanfic is what kept my mental health going (it was a really hard year) over the past year and I’m grateful for that 🥰But I was so immersed in this story, on at the moment this is the only ff that I read on this fandom, and it should already be so (for more than a year now, it’s incredible)😊I like that the characters are so alive, the feelings are so vivid, and they are so intertwined with depth and important themes and also with sex (Vegas's pov still haunts me, I'm really looking forward to reading some kind of sexual experience from his point of view, because he's just so bad for it, AND VERY HOT), but we know that he hides his real emotions 👀I’m looking forward to how events will develop further, you are so talented 💘It’s so incredible that you can write such a beautiful, emotional story for FREE that will find such a response in many, I’ve been here for a year now and I’ll wait as long as you want to enjoy this work and read how these two live their happy twisted life (and this is just my wish...in my head it’s a canon that they killed Korn, ehhh dreams)😈At the end I want to wish you health and send hugs 🫂 And if possible, can I have a little spoiler about “Vegas will do something stupid, and Pete will do something even worse” I’m so interested 😭😭😭 But if not, then I’m okay with it and ready to wait further 💜 P.S. I’m not a native English speaker, I hope everyone is here It's clear
oh hello there!!! oh my gosh that honestly means so much to hear that and im so happy it could offer something meaningful during the past year though i do hope this year treats you better!!
ahhhhhhh thank you so much!!! im so glad you think i brought it to life that way!! oh wow yes his pov is very much diving under the surface of what Pete has been interpreting this entire time. wow yes and if there is a sex scene in his pov you can bet its going to be deeply obsessed and unsettling whilst we hear how he experiences that from his pov and how it all makes him feel. like dude high key wants to climb inside petes body and live there permanently there will be no normal internal thoughts whilst theyre having sex haha.
youre so right he does hide way too much!!! and were going to be seeing a lot of that the more we have his POV. ah thank you thank you!! its honestly been so amazing that its resonated with people this much and the experience has been so rewarding!! ah thank you youre too sweet!
omg yeah they should murder korn what an idea. thank you!!! sending you good health and hugs too!!!
oh sure!! well basically its going to revolve around pete finally deciding that he wants to bottom but when he tries to bring that up in his usual halting, beating around the bush kind of way vegas just ends up putting his mouth in it. but like in the most extreme, worst way possible. badly enough that pete makes his own petty, spiteful plan instead and decides to go elsewhere, knowing that it will set vegas off in the worst way but hes angry enough to try and rub that in vegas' face.
except- well it backfires and then the both of them are really into it and they both end up getting exactly what they wanted in the end anyway.
hope thats enough of a spoiler hint!
your english is great!!! and its very clear and easy to understand!! honestly so impressed with people who know more than one language and who talk to people in that other language!! like ur brain???? its so powerful!!!
hope you have a nice night!!
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( this collab with @lcandothisallday is a whole dream come true. She’s fucking amazing and talented and the fact that she did this with me is insane. Thank you again friend for doing this with me I can’t wait to do another one with you in the future 🤍 you’re extremely talented. Enjoy y’all )
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yourinstagramname treat me mv and newest single out now. Drop your favorite lyrics below 🖤
sza you know you go broke trying to handle me. That’s gotta be my favorite line 😫😫
normani okay body 🥴🥴
zendaya you know anything less is unacceptable. I love that line right there 💅🏽💅🏽💅🏽
theshaderoom you gonna have to do a lot of ass kissing. I feel like that like hints at a certain somebody possibly @jackharlow 👀👀
Heartache wasn’t easy to get over especially when you get cheated on by the so-called love of your life. Jack Harlow the world's newest heartthrob cheated on you, his once girlfriend of five years. It wasn’t easy to get over Jack I mean sure there were many nights you spent blowing up his phone and he spent blowing up your phone. You loved Jack but you loved yourself and career even more.
You eventually moved on and poured out your heart and heartache into music which resulted in your newest single “Treat Me” that reached number one on the billboard charts 24 hours after it was released. Fans were loving the shade you threw towards Jack but Jack hated it.
You were set to play at the Billboard Music Awards and were beyond thrilled and nervous at the same time. You knew Jack was opening the show but your team helped you to not stress about it as much.
You sat in the audience and cheered when Bryson came on stage and then the stage switched over to Jack’s performance. He looked damned good in that all black outfit. His beard was nice and trimmed and that smile-God you so badly wanted to just jump on him but he was no good for you and old news.
“I know that boy did not just try and dance.” Your best friend since kindergarten Cindy said making you stiff a laugh knowing the cameras were on you.
“Be nice Cindy, he's trying his best and he looks good.” You told her, causing her to mentally gag at your response.
“The goal is to get over him Y/N not fall in love with him again. He cheated on he isn’t worth the heartache again.”
You let out a small sigh, looking down momentarily. “You don’t think I know that? I just can’t help it,” you mumbled. “But don’t worry…I won’t fall for him again,” you reassured her. As Jack finishes up his performance, you are forced to politely clap along, knowing that the camera’s were going to be focused on you considering the recent breakup. They wanted the tea and you weren’t going to give them the pleasure of having it.
“Okay come on girly it’s your turn right after Megan announces you onto the stage you’re gonna go out there and kill it.” Cindy reassured you and you nodded, smiling slightly as the butterflies in your stomach now appeared.
“Now I would love to welcome my beautiful and talented hottie of a bestie, the amazing Y/N!!” Megan sang and that’s when the beat and tempo of Treat Me Started.
Everyone looked at you in awe. All those long and hard hours in the gym paid off and you couldn’t be happier.
“Because being on my level is difficult you better wake up and put me on a pedestal.” You sang into the mic with so much passion. The night that you caught Jack cheating flooded your brain which really gave your performance that extra push and fire and the cameras and everyone watching you could see that.
“Wow she’s so amazing and the lyrics I’m sorry Jack but she’s eating you up.” Neelam joked and Jack watched you with a smug look on his face. He was pissed to say the least. He treated you like a princess well till he cheated on you.
It was now coming towards the end of your song and you stood directly in front of Jack and looked him dead in his eyes and sang the ending of your song with no audio, just pure acoustic.
“Treat me baby, yeah you know I do it right. Ohhh ohhh. Love me like I love me completely and deeply nowwww. Treat me like I treat me.” You sang into the mic and dropped the mic after and everyone cheered and stood for you giving you a round of applause. Everyone besides Jack who stayed seated in his seat the two of you keeping your eye contact on one another till the lights went out.
Watching your performance had Jack internally fuming. On the outside he remained calm and cocky per usual, but he was mad to say the least. It was so painfully obvious that the song was about him and he simply didn’t want to deal with the bullshit that came afterwards with the media and public speculating on everything.
As you make it back to your seat, you confidently strut past Jack with the slightest smirk, causing the curly haired man to scoff. Eventually it was time for Jack and Bryson to head up onto the stage to present the award for best new artist. “Everybody give it up for Y/N! Isn’t my beautiful friend talented?” Bryson began with his charming grin.
The crowd instantly cheered which undeniably caused you to grin widely. But while Bryson’s intention was to break the ice a bit, it quite frankly did the opposite because Jack couldn’t hold in his pettiness.
A small scoff left Jack’s lips as an almost annoyed expression took over. He leaned into the mic before speaking. “Yeah her performance was really good…but it does suck when people lie on your name. I guess I wasn’t treating you right those last 5 years huh?” he asked, his blue eyes throwing daggers your way.
You could hear a few people gasp in shock while the camera turned to vye for your reaction. Being called out like that was beyond embarrassing and he had absolutely no right saying that considering he was the cheater. Instantly you felt your heart rate pick up and you had to try extremely hard not to let the tears collect in your eyes. As confidently as you can, you get up from your seat and walk off, not caring about anyone at that moment. You just needed to get the hell out of there before you broke down on national tv.
The second Jack saw the tears in your eyes, he felt instant regret. He hadn’t meant to come out that harsh but it seemed like his mouth and broken heart was moving faster than his brain. Bryson awkwardly continued with announcing the award and once that was all finished, Jack dashed off stage in search of you. He went back to where the trailers for the performers were and frantically knocked on the door that had your name on it.
Inside the trailer, you were crying into your hands. Upon hearing the knocks, you quickly wipe at your eyes, hoping to hide any evidence of your emotions which truthfully wasn’t working well. “U-Um…who is it?” you mumbled in question.
“It’s me Y/N,” Jack sighed. “Please can we talk?” Furrowing your brows, you let out a defeated sigh and swing open the door, coming face to face with your ex boyfriend. It had been so long since the last time you were this close in proximity to him–the last time being when the two of you fought over him cheating which ultimately led to the breakup.
“What do you want Jack?” you ask tiredly. You didn’t care that your confidence had died down. You simply wanted this day to be over with.
Seeing your tear stained face again reminded him of that awful night that he managed to fuck everything up. “I wanted to apologize…I didn’t mean what I said Y/N.”
You couldn’t help but scoff at what he said. “If you didn’t mean it then why did you say it?” you question, crossing your arms in front of you in defence. “I mean–I will say you’re right. You did treat me well…that was until you cheated on me Jack.”
“So why write an entire song about me Y/N? Do you not realize how bad that makes me look? I don't have the time for this bullshit.” He yelled at you, his hands waving in the air. You scoffed truly not believing what you were hearing right now. Was he seriously concerned more about his image?
“You’re worried about your image right now? And here I thought you actually came to apologize to me Jack. You know you’re so full of yourself.” You spat at him. You were no longer upset, you were mad beyond mad. The audacity of this man to call you out on national television and then come into your dressing room and give you some bullshit apology.
“You cheated Jack and don't be upset that I took all my heartache and pain and poured it into my music. I'm so not sorry that you’re taking it to heart. Maybe next time you’ll realize the mistake you’re about to make before you actually make it.” His face softened at your words because you were right and he knew you were right.
“Look I’m sorry Y/N and I mean it this time you just know how the media gets and now that I’m blowing up more this is the last thing I need.” He sighed and flooped himself into the couch in your trailer.
“I’m sorry Jack but I don’t feel any sympathy towards you. You cheated and now the world knows that Jack Harlow, the newest heartthrob, isn't just as dirty as the trash they see around them.” You spat at him before getting up and collecting your phone and purse before leaving.
“I hope you have a nice life Jack I truly do.” You told him before leaving him alone in his thoughts and his own regret
#jack harlow#jack harlow concepts#jack harlow imagine#jack harlow x reader#jack harlow x you#jack harlow x y/n
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I’m so so excited for OBX 4! Can’t wait to see how the story goes!! I was thinking, OBX diving into the Blackbeard chapter must mean there’s another 2/3 seasons planned, I just don’t see why/ how they would wrap it up in 1. I need more seasons of jiara aged up 👀 and the pogues, I’m so intrigued how it’s going to go!
Have you got any thoughts? Or wants? Jiara and the plot?
My number one want is for them to not forget that the pogues is what make this show what it is. They can do whatever crazy gold plotline that they want, but they really did drop the ball a lot on the pogues in S3 and that’s always going to be the heart of the show.
For Jiara, it’s hard because a lot of the things I wanted really badly are going to kind of unavoidably altered by the time jump. We can get some stuff in flashbacks but the stuff like the pogues teasing them before they got together is just stuff that won’t be the same. I still want it, but I wanted it more before they got together! So I’d say my main wish is that they don’t pull any of the absolutely batshit insane things with them like they did with Sarah cheating with topper in S3. And I do NOT want another love interest brought in for either of them while they’re together. I only mention this because the pates didn’t deny it’s an eventual possibility (though it was a side comment not worth worrying about too much). Now, if we could just compromise and get some casually jealous Kie over some girl trying to hit on jj, I’d be so down for that and always will be. I just don’t want anything that’s an actual plotline and it’s just a trope the pates clearly keep going back to with jarah so I’m a little wary.
As for more seasons, I could easily see a s5. It doesn’t feel like they’re planning to end it here at all. They’ve said they have another three season arc, but they also say something different every time they’re asked. Personally, I wouldn’t be mad if s5 was where it ended as of right now, if only because I’d rather it end than just go on for so long the quality becomes terrible.
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I know some people are seeing jonsa in Kit's speech about his "Freudian complex" and what he seeks in a partner (which honestly same LOL 🤡🤡). But at the same time, and knowing that he did enjoy the Ygritte-Jon relationship, it seems curious to me that he's associating Dany and Ygritte with Cat who, as he said, "hated him". I don't know if I make sense?? Lol
That Freudian comment really did make me 👀
I transcribed what he said for context.
In response to a question about Jon finding room in his heart for love again:
"Uh, yea--I hope so. I hope there will be. The funny think about--I said this earlier as well. In thinking about Jon and his choice of women which is (audience laughter). I think he's like...his maternal, the only maternal figure he had was Catelyn who hated him. Treated him like--I swear a lot. I'm sorry--who treated him like crap, alright? And he tends to go for really dominant women. It's quite interesting isn't it? He goes for the really d-- (stops himself). And I think that there's some Freudian thing going on there. Um, with that in mind I think he would go for a s-- (stops himself). I think especially the Ygritte thing burned him so much that he has definite PTSD and truma about being in a relationship, so I think it would be tough. Yeah."
(from this video that @starwarsprincess1986 posted)
I find it a really odd statement considering what he’s said in the past. I can interpret it in a few ways. It could just mean he’s attracted to women who have some authority over him. But he did include hate and mistreatment in his thoughts about Cat and pairing and connecting that vie the Freudian reference to Ygritte and Dany…well, it is kinda an understandable assertion given how s7-8 went. Kit didn’t have a say in what was written but had to perform it, so where D&D may have chosen a path for commercial reasons, without it actually making sense character-wise, Kit tried to create a believable emotional interpretation. As in, Dany treated Jon pretty badly (by taking him prisoner), and he inexplicably fell in love with her. Dany treated him worse in s8 and he inexplicably remained loyal. If that’s the story given to Kit, he might think, well shit, Ygritte also took Jon prisoner, Ygritte demanded his loyalty (as did Dany), Ygritte threatened him (as did Dany), Ygritte felt betrayed by him (as did Dany), and Ygritte shot him (Tyrion and Arya tell him Dany is gonna kill him), so, he might think Jon is choosing women who have some power in the dynamic/he can’t escape (like Cat), who he admires in some way/wants something from (maternal love from Cat, info from Ygritte, dragons /armies from Dany), and then think that he gives into these women because where Cat firmly rejected him, Ygritte and Dany did soften and express interest. It’s possible he saw the power imbalance in Jon/Dany and Jon/Ygritte, the emotional abuse, and thinks it’s a pattern in which Jon was conditioned to want love from a woman he feared. I really like Cat so this is all making me very uncomfy 😬
Like you, that doesn’t fit with how I’ve heard him speak of Ygritte, but I was really caught off guard by the fact that he mentioned not only Cat’s hate but that she treated him like crap which, why is that on his mind when describing Jon’s romantic relationships? If he saw show Ygritte that way, it would shock me? But in a different part, he’s talking about how kind/good his wife is and how odd it was to have her switch from being his sweet gf to acting Ygritte…who (I think he said) would chew his face off in a scene 😂 It did seem to indicate he didn’t consider all the J/Y banter totally harmless/cute. Maybe years later he sees it as somewhat toxic? Maybe he’s been reading the books to prep for the sequel and that’s influencing him? 🤔
I don't know if he made any or all those connections, it may have been a very broad, Cat was strong-willed and Ygritte and Dany are too, meaning. The comments about Cat’s feelings and behavior could have been a little detour, but he did mention the trauma and PTSD from his time with Ygritte as well. That could have been strictly about how both Ygritte and Dany died in his arms and how Jon feels responsible for that (Kit mentioned something like that post s8), but the fact that he feels that way about Cat and brought her into the convo…it felt like an indicator that he knows the relationships were a little fucked up.
I know I always thought that craving the approval and love of Cat had kinda transferred to Sansa and that her acceptance of Jon as a Stark (telling him he was a Stark to her, offering him the Lord’s chambers, dressing him like Ned…) was probably the most healing experience of his life. Not only because she looked like Cat, but because at the time, she was the only surviving Stark, and she had never been close to him so it wasn’t a continuation from childhood, but totally unexpected acceptance. That all became messy, but it still seems more clearly delineated in the show (they even mention Sansa sitting in Cat’s seat once) then his interactions with Ygritte or Dany. I’m not sure what to think, anon, but I agree, it was a really interesting quote! I’ll try to watch the rest of the video sometime and see if there’s anything else to add context to it.
#dot chat#jon show#kit harington#anti daenerys#anti jonerys#anti ygritte#anti jongritte#< tag to filter#jonsa
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your top five fave moments in LITA 👀
OMG NONNIE ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?
How should find ONLY 5 FAV MOMENTS? AHHH
Okay, alright. Let’s try to be normal and try to answer this like the rational being I should be, ah?
Number 1 (bc I’m such a cheesy romantic at heart it’s unbearable)
“I will take care of you for the rest of my life” PROPOSAL
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Prapai, Sir, please, will you stop coming for my heart?!
It’s just perfection. I mean. A real proposal here wouldn’t have worked, and would have somehow destroyed the whole dynamic PrapaiSky made their own. But this? This is them. 100%. Prapai not rushing into things, giving Sky a headup and a security at the same time. ‘I won’t go anywhere. It will always be you for me’. And isn’t that extremely beautiful? Are there any words expressing a deep seated love better than this? I highly doubt it. It’s simply perfect.
And can we talk about Sky’s smile? The ease? The trust, the LOVE we see there? Amazing.
He learned to love, learned what REAL LOVE is all through Prapai. He got to know how it feels to feel secure with someone. To know he want your best, and he wants your happiness.
I can’t express how much that affects me on so many levels I stopped counting.
Number 2
THE CONFERENCE TABLE SCENE (bc fucking hell YES)
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This is a war. With Place No1, really. Because… I mean…. You get me, right?
That was beyond hot.
The little game those two were playing? Sky’s side-eyes and him biting his lip when he sees Prapai coming his way? Man was prepared from the start. Man was on a mission the moment he arrived (bc srsly. No shirt? No underwear. Hellllooooo~)
Prapai entirely unhinged? The chair turn? The way he attaches himself to Sky’s skin as if he’s an oasis after an endless walk in the desert? THE WAY HE LIFTS SKY FROM THE CHAIR?
Also… the hickey’s on Sky’s chest that were surely NOT make up.
Sky’s expressions? On point of how it looks when one gets rawed?
I mean… we all know I’m a kinky little beast, but that one got even to me.
Jaw dropping scene. Really
Number 3
TRUTH SCENE
I’m not even close of being capable to express the whole scene as good as @bird-inacage, so please read this post if you wanna go into the feels.
For me, personal, this scene means a lot. On a ’funny’ sidenote, Fort’s acting as Prapai single handedly got me out of my own trauma I was wallowing in since seven years. No joke.
It’s the quiet reassurance, the ‘I am here, I am hearing you out, I am not judging you badly for what happened to you, or how you think badly about yourself’. It just got me.
The tears that rolled down Prapai’s face? The pain he was going through knowing what Sky went through? Intense.
The acting was intense. The scene was intense. The wounds it had reopened in myself were intense. But also the healing, the way you saw Sky healing just a tad bit. The “Can I love you?” - because let’s be real. This is THE fear if you ever got burned badly.
I could ramble about that scene for hours.
Number 4
RESCUE SCENE
Linking back to @bird-inacage again bc damn did that post do things to me.
(We’re running briefly into sad hours, pls forgive me)
For several reasons that scene got to me. I might or might not have re-watched it several times just to see if it still triggers me or if I managed to heal.
I saw myself in Sky SO MUCH it was almost scary (Peat is a hell of an actor. Can we award him?). Not gonna go into detail bc I suspect no one’s ever wants to hear that. So just lemme say the way Prapai reacted was superb. In all those years I always wished for such a reaction, and seeing it on screen did a number on me.
It’s refreshing to see that there is this tiny possibility of hope for finding care in such moments.
The scene holds a special place in my heart and somehow became my comfort zone (as weird as it sounds.)
Number 5
FIRST TIME LOVE MAKING
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Not to be horny on main (but really, I can’t help it. It’s just the way I tick), but that scene was absolutely beautiful. It’s overflowing with love, tenderness and affection.
This is how love making should look like.
The deep connection between them, the kisses, the adoration, the longing and yearning still running through them even though they are as close as two can be.
You get the feeling they want to become one, and honestly, is there anything more beautiful than this?
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*Claps hand* Soooo. That’s it.
I hope I answered well enough without indulging into the million meta’s in my head that I can’t bring myself to write bc a) they gonna be shitty (I can’t write meta’s for life) and b) supposedly no one’s interested.
#love in the air#prapaisky#skyprapai#paisky#prapai x sky#lita#love in the air the series#love in the air series
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Ahh thank you for writing the cockwarming request! I look forward to any oneshots you may have brewing about it 👀 I have a kinda cute request this time: i agree the girls have pretty good stamina but what do you think they'd do/think of if they were trying not to cum quickly? I hc they've all at least a few times been so focused on their s/o's pleasure that they've accidentally edged themselves so much that they don't realise how close they are until they go in (all smug and ready to rail their s/o) and then are all "shit shit shit" lol
I’ve enjoyed it a lot! ;) oh this is a fun one! These are all for the sisters being dominant, as them as submissives and holding back would look slightly different ;) Let’s get into it!! :)
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Bela
Whether a dom or a sub, though especially when she is on top, she loves to look after you, sexually
This includes making sure you cum before her
Multiple times even, often
And she’s a very, very sensitive woman. The more she holds herself back, the more sensitive she becomes
When she pushes right in you, and this sensitivity catches up to her, her eyes widen
Oh god
This feels good
She will be still in you, eyes closed as she tries to hold herself back
After a few moments, the overwhelming pleasure is something she can handle,
Although she will still be slightly embarrassed about the precum dripping out of her and how madly she twitches in you during that time
She will still be a little more hectic, bring you to orgasm a little faster than normal, now that she is chasing her own
She’s especially sensitive after you’ve had her mouth on her and will often spend time groping you before pushing in, aware of how close she is
Cassandra
When on top, Cassandra doesn’t come before you unless you aren’t allowed to cum, period
However, her love for pain and teasing you for hours comes with one among many consequences;
She is painfully aroused
The spanks she likes to deliver onto you, whips and cuts, bites, overstimulation or edging, your taste and feel of your skin do nothing but rile her up
And when she pushes herself inside you after teasing you for so long, it feels heavenly
She grits her teeth when she almost comes from this. She would never live it down!
She won’t let you notice how badly she wants it, not by words, although if you pay close enough attention you will see her nipples harden painfully almost, her lip bloodied and her teeth grit. She’d twitch in you and thrust slowly for a few moments
She will still be dangerously close dangerously fast when she begins ramming you properly, but a few slower and deeper thrusts help her regain her composure and focus again. She’s stubborn and won’t cum if she can help it (although there have been times when this stubbornness was tested, especially as a submissive ;) )
When you do cum, she will definitely join in however, either creaming inside of you or pulling out and painting your backside in her cum
Daniela
This one can go two ways;
Daniela is, to her credit, the best at holding back an orgasm. She’s a brat at heart and is all too familiar with edging punishments that taught her to obey and hold back
However, she does have her limits
And when she feels so close, and then pushes in you, it’s very well possible she just collapses, and moans on top of you as she comes. She’d never live it down, she knows this, and it’s an excellent thing to tease her with
She’d blush and smile shyly
On the other hand, as mentioned, she can go for hours and hours and edge herself. She could push into you and feel sensitive and close and simply continue ramming inside of you as though nothing was up
She knows her limits very, very well. The best out of the sisters, and knows exactly when she will orgasm and when she can’t help it
She will focus on bringing you at least one or two more orgasms until she also comes, albeit very very sensitive after, to the point she will barely be able to stand
She is especially sensitive if you’ve had your hands on her, playing with her between her legs or groping her breasts while she takes care of you
#cassandra dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu#bela dimitrescu#resident evil#resident evil village#anon ask
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Mineshaft 👀
(or insert whatever no one has asked you about yet here!)
LOL of course you'd eye up mineshaft! :D <33333 @oftincturedwords asked about this one too so here we go!
So naturally, because this is me, Noctis and his friends are in a bit of a tough spot financially. AKA they're broke and out of curatives. They recently had an altercation with a guy which resulted in Gladio getting badly injured due to protecting Noctis, it was a very close call for him, and it used up the rest of their resources getting him to recover.
They need money ASAP, for some supplies and some downtime. They need to rest, Gladio still needs to rest. And so Noctis accepts a hunt for them at an abandoned mining village. Just one hunt, a quick job to get some good cash, to get supplies and let Gladio heal completely.
Except it's an abandoned mining village. It isn't maintained, it hasn't been maintained in decades, and things go south quickly. One thing leads to another, and Noctis and Gladio both end up getting kicked down an unstable shaft, falling deep into the mine below, and they end up trapped there, injured and on their own, cut off from the world above.
I honestly love the vibes of this fic. It's kind of like a ghost story? This fic is, of course, a whumpy fic, but it's also angsty and emotional and it's about guilt and secrets and grief. I honestly didn't expect it to take such an emotional turn when I started it, I thought it was just going to be a 10k oneshot of the two of them hurt and just trapped in a mineshaft lol, instead it's going to end up more than 30k and there are all of these FEELINGS XDDDD I love it. Hoping to get it posted soon!
Lil' snippet:
He’s only taken a few steps back towards the motel when Noct’s voice stops him.
“Do you believe in ghosts?”
Gladio pauses, then turns to look back at him. Noct’s eyes are on him now, but his face is unreadable, and he’s still clutching at the notebook on his lap, thumb slowly tapping against the cover. Gladio gives the question some consideration, then says, “I don’t think I’ve thought about it too much.”
“My mom believed in ghosts,” Noct says softly, and a flash of surprise hits Gladio like a jolt. “She used to say the south-east tower of the Citadel was haunted.”
He can only stare, confused and curious and wondering. It’s rare for Noct to talk about his mother, rarer even than King Regis himself. “I didn’t know that,” Gladio responds, not knowing what to say and yet not wanting to shove Noct back into silence. “Haunted by who? Some ancestor of yours?”
Noct gives a grin, although it's barely even a half-formed thing. “No idea.” He looks down, fiddling with the notebook, and Gladio waits as patiently as he can until Noct speaks again. “Cinis, tomorrow,” he says. “It’s supposed to be haunted. Or that’s what the tipster said.”
Ah, maybe that’s what brought all of this on. “Probably haunted by daemons, more like,” Gladio answers lightly.
Noct nods at that, slowly and thoughtfully. “The tipster said it’s because of the disaster. All the anger and sadness and guilt ties the people who died there.”
“Isn’t that the usual story for these things?” Gladio suggests. He’s not sure what Noct is getting at here, it’s not exactly important information for their hunt tomorrow, and it doesn’t help that both his eyes and tone don’t really let anything on. But, with everything that has happened lately, there are some possibilities. Death has shadowed Noct’s life since before he was born. It’s the sword hanging above the neck of every king of Lucis. It makes sense that Noct would think of ghosts.
“I can’t disprove they exist,” Gladio says eventually. It’s not really giving much, but he’d rather fill the silence than let it linger. “I’ve never seen one before. Have you?”
Noct is silent for a moment. That shouldn’t be so surprising, but it is. But then he lifts his gaze again and gives a bashful grin. “Nah, guess not. Would be cool, though, huh?”
“Yeah,” Gladio replies. “Make sure Prompto is with you when you do see one. Bet he’d love to snap a picture of it if he could.”
Noct lets out a soft noise, something like a chuckle. “I bet he would.” He stares at Gladio for a moment longer, looking like he wants to say something else. Then he nods towards the motel room. “I’ll be inside in a minute.”
#also why oh why does the village have lore and backstory to it and how much will i be able to put into the fic lol#thanks for the ask!!#every-lemon#replies#my fics
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👀 Curious about your rant abt Word and Meggy. Also, what are your headcanons for libris for the ask meme 👀
Rant
With Armeggadon it’s not only his entrance into the show’s plot, but also his reveal. As in what he actually looks like. But on top of that: I find secret villain pop-ups annoying. Because they remove the focus from the original villain and make that villain out to be pretty pathetic in comparison. I don’t care how important your ancient evil returned character is to your plot, it isn’t an excuse to water down the villain we have been watching before this new guy has shown up.
Have a mystery villain that appears, fine, but don’t use them to make your central villain either less threatening to pathetic or to redeem the central villain just because there can’t be two villains…or because somehow he suddenly gives a damn about his errand boy-I mean “beloved” son. 🙄
Apparently the writers had stuff planned with him, explaining in DB Academy who he was/is and his history with the war. That sounds interesting, I like that…but in the process Word Paynn has been reduced to an annoyance at best, nonexistent to the conflict anymore at worst. Why can’t he and Armeggadon work together? They have the same goal and the same motivation, and yeah it’ll lead to one screwing the other over in the end…but it gives Word a reason to be a threat still and possibly MORE of a threat.
But no, Word gets his ass kicked then needs rescuing by his ex-friend and then by their children so all four can temporarily beat this ancient evil returned before going back to the status quo (sort of, since Word’s final moments are to cheat at the final challenge of the series for his son then bitch to the judges about why Artha shouldn’t be allowed into the Academy-cause the kid was badly injured at the beginning of the episode…and a hint at redemption for Moordyd going forward) while it’s foreshadowed that Armeggadon is the new major threat to all of them, Moordryd included, who was the puppet he (Armeggadon) was manipulating.
I’m not a fan of this direction with stories. I don’t want a secret mystery villain to take the spotlight from the established villain, followed by the established villain being watered down to be less threatening than the cool new one. Especially when I liked the villain that is being replaced or weakened by this new guy. If they were using it in an attempt to show Word isn’t beyond redemption either, they did a poor job of it.
That’s my rant.
Bonus: Armeggadon’s design is also not great. They were going for ancient battle armor, but it isn’t impressive to me. Makes him look like a hammerhead shark/spider hybrid trying to be a human.
Change the helmet maybe, and he might have a more impressive silhouette. Also a signature dragon. Not the same model of the failed artificial Black dragons scheme Word had in When Darkness Falls.
DB Ask Meme
11. What are your headcanons for X character?
Headcanons on Libris? Well…a lot of them are from my own rewrite project for the show (yes, I have one…but it’s got a twist that lines up with my personal tastes in these things) but one can be applied to that OR the show itself:
Rivett was able to sneak Libris into the Academy through Grey cloaking gear, which made Libris’ colors and texture appearance change so he passed as a hybrid Star-Class of some kind. This was how they got through the Academy and eventually Rivett was able to help Libris evolve.
As for why Libris went through the Academy…probably because Libris is a Black Sheep of the Grey dragons. He thinks differently from them, since he was said to have fought in the original Dragon/Human War. He probably could read the signs as well of another War stirring and agreed to work with Rivett in an attempt to find a way to stop it.
Except much later when he hears the horn, he thinks he was too late and his mind turns to doing what he can to keep the fighting from escalating further. It takes Beau proving he is the reborn Dragon of Legend for Libris to see that all hope is not lost and that war can still be prevented.
If a war actually breaks out later, I think Libris would join the fight again, and this time it would be more devastating because of the sheer size and power of the Evolved dragons like him.
Dragon Booster Ask Meme
#blackdragon answers#dragon booster#ask game: dragon booster edition#Libris#Armeggadon#the more I talk about this guy the angrier I get#X’D#and I sincerely will be livid if another show I really like does this as well#but Libris…#I love him so much#and I have a lot of thoughts about him#most relating to my project#zomandfriends
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The Musketeers Reaction: A Rebellious Woman
Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]
[Starting out with both Athos and Flirt; a good start for both of us] Whooop whoooop!!
Le gasp
Oooooof, poor girl
Well shit, she ded
Oooop!
Men. 😤😤
[Bruh, this woman going for the Musketeers for why]
“As sane as you and me. Or me anyway” 🙂
Oooop plot twist
Ooooop!
Tantrum? “That allowed?” [*simultaneously* "Is that allowed?" Louis sounded so confused ;aldskfj] 😂😂😂
Ew men! Well, man! But still
[For an episode that started with Athos and Aramis, they haven't been in it much :( (just wait tho)] Ooop… You said that and they appeared 🙂
Ooooooop… Tantrum! [tbf, wouldn't you throw a tantrum if some dude wrote a pamphlet saying some other dude can have you killed?] Fair!
["That's very, very shocking" Sir, your Twelfth Doctor is showing]
Bruh. Your wife. [*simultaneously* Also. SIR. YOUR WIFE. IS RIGHT THERE] !!! LIKE HAVE YOU EVEN EVER LOOKED AT HER!?! (Flirt has)
Oooop ["Probably only mental vacancy" Biatch]
Poor Athos is getting heart eyes and his wife is just standing in the background
[Forget beauty; trauma's apparently the flirting style to choose] Ma’am’s gonna get ded
😖😖😖 [Ah, yes, have a *bone*]
Oooop! Now Athos has heart eyes! Er, heart lips? Heart everything
Ma’am that’s gonna get you DED [not saying that he's concerned about this, but] ☠️☠️☠️☠️
Ooop! Ooooooop!!
[Do you see what I mean, btw, by the Cardinal's scheming and misguided but not completely, totally evil? Like, he's definitely better than this dude] I do! [He's actively like. Okay, whoa, I said she was insane, I didn't say "deal with her firmly", is she reallyyyyyy a heretic?] ☠️☠️☠️☠️
["I'm sure his face was a picture when you kissed him" Yeah, but Milady don't care at alllllll] 😂😂😂😂
😦 OOF [ngl, he's got a point… She kinda needs to consider the consequences of what she's doing. I have so much analysis about this ep, oml] LOL But also ☹️☹️☹️☹️ oooof
😂 Mentally he’s like say no say no say no
Ack, would not want to be alive back then
"It ended badly?" "You could say that" He says with a smile
[She just ran smack into him ☠️]
Well damn BY HER HAIR ☹️☹️
[The bookssssss] 😭😭😭😭
[His face tho]
Oooop the fingers! He goes "four girls" and holds up his fingers and they literally are all pointing in different ways
[Someone's pissedddddd]
“Take this… but like… I want it back” [*simultaneously* Sir just gave away his gift from the freaking Queen]
“We all gotta accept our fate in life.” Everyday I wake up poor with a bunch of attitude filled hellions I think the same thing, chick 😮💨😮💨😮💨
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Jezebel: I can’t think of much to say… but Athos was giving the star lady the smoulder. Putting Flirt to shameeee! Then of course it all went to shit
Wench: Ma'am, I honestly don't get how you watch this and are like. *shrug* Not much to say. (All affection possible, to be clear.) But like. I'm watching it and I'm like. HOLY FUCKING SHIT OH MY GOD THE PARALLELSSSSS
Jezebel: Cause Athos is your beloved not mine 😂
Wench: Yeah, but you didn’t see the Aramis one either
Jezebel: Ok yeah no I didn’t 😂
Wench: Anyway, go on, say the parallels you’ve come to see
Jezebel: I’m not good at picking up parallels 👀 until they are pointed out. Or I know to look for them. And I mean… damn you! Just say them then, wench
Wench: Well, you’ve got: privileged noblewoman who has an idealistic view of the world and acts in the way she thinks is right accidentally getting people hurt in the process contrasted with Athos, who we know was a nobleman, and who was a bit naive/idealistic when he fell in love with Milady, and who got Thomas killed as a result. Which, to my mind, is why he takes her to the morgue. Is it harsh? Yes. But it's the same wake-up call he got when his brother was killed, and he knows where Ninon is heading if she keeps on her path.
Jezebel: And ahhh. Yes so that’s again a lot deeper than the parallels I assumed you meant, which were: strong independent woman? Enter Athos heart eyes. Woman may be deceitful? Aaaaand now she’s ded. Enter Athos broken heart eyes
Wench: Well, with the exception of the ded bit (because I’d not spoil something like that during midpoint, for shame!), that basically is the second parallel. (I had this already typed up before you sent that, so pardon the repetition, BUT.) You’ve got: Athos fell in love with Milady (a fierce, independent woman) and trusted her, and she ended up being very much not who he thought she was and killing his brother as a result. Fast-forward a great many years of self-loathing, guilt complex, and abstinence, and you’ve got Ninon (a fierce, independent woman) with whom he’s at least entertaining the idea of something happening, and he trusts her word that the girls aren’t there, and he finds out that no, actually, she lied to him. Which is (part of) why he’s so angry right now. And I'd wager another part of that is internally motivated because it's a second time that he lets himself put trust in a potential romantic interest and gets burned for it. (*snort* literally. Wait. WAIT. LAKSDJFL;KADSJFLKADSFJLKADSJF That's funny!!! Tell you during endpoint)
Jezebel: Ok lol
Wench: Anyway. Those are the parallels. Respond at will
Jezebel: Except Milady killed the brother herself and Ninon just taught the girl to think for herself and she acted out on it foolishly. Which, yes, the blame still can lead back to Ninon but I don’t think it makes her a bad person. Sooooo team Athos and Ninon for me 😂 Unless she is only in this episode and then never mentioned again… Then team fuck you writers 😂😂
Wench: You'll see what happens. Though, I will say... It did kinda seem like she encouraged the note thing? "Oh, lemme write this for you and then tell you that the Queen is a sympathetic ear *wink wink*" is kinda. Active. And, also, like I said... a lot of it is a matter of trust. She gave her word, he kindaaaaa vouched for her (but, more importantly, bought the lie), and then it turned out to be false
Jezebel: Fair!
Wench: I interpret it as: He thinks her goal admirable, but also thinks she's going about it the wrong way. She asked for his trust and abused it. Etc. Also, I'm sorry... I like Aramis; you know I do... but he annoys me sometimes. He acts like he knows all the details of a situation a lot of the time when he just... doesn't? And I feel like someone with eyes could see that?
Jezebel: No you’re right 😂😂😂😂
Wench: So, like, in the episode where they go back to Athos' estate, he keeps picking fights and worming for more information and even bringing up the vaguely bitchy "how many servants did this place have?" and stuff without reading the fact that This Is a Serious Development. He's actively opening up to them a bit, in an extremely painful way, precisely because he does care about Porthos, but Aramis is just being. Annoying. Or in this episode with the "she was protecting the girls, not deceiving you." Yeah, that's true. And intellectually, I'm sure Athos gets that. It changes nothing about the emotional side. And Aramis doesn't know about Athos' past, so you'd think he'd have a bit more care/curiosity and a bit less judgement
Jezebel: Yeah that’s fair!
Wench: I mean. They've known each other for like. Five years. Minimum
Jezebel: Trueeee! *Sigh* Dammit Flirt! You’re making me look bad for liking you
Wench: I will say... Anne (Milady), Ninon, Sylvie (not that you know her yet, but still). Buddy's got a freaking type ☠️
Jezebel: 😂😂😂😂😂 executed
Wench: Ma’am. Shut up (aff). Anything else for midpoint?
Jezebel: I’m good if you are 🙂
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Ooooop you sure ma’am?
“This is family business” *Hand raised aggressively* Oh no
Ooooop
Cause women do have brains and thoughts of their own 👀
Ackkkk I couldn’t have livedddd back thennnnn [*You* couldn't have? Ma'am, you don't like conflict; you might have hated it, but you'd be physically fine. I'd be burned at the stake as a heretic in a fucking millisecond] ☠️☠️☠️☠️
Oooooop she poisoned ittttt [Where’d you get that from? alskdjf] The way she held the cup ☠️
[Once again: the truly wonderful state of trials at the time]
Now I know she poisoned it
Oooop!
[His expression 😭]
Seeeee I hold grudges ☠️☠️☠️ so I will struggle liking Milady if she ever isn’t the bad guy anymore. Maybe she’ll leave without a reformation arc but like. Nah
[HER SMIRK! What a bitch alksdjf]
How has it been proven [As I said… courts are great]
Respect for the queen! Proof she has a good heart, too, ‘cause her husband has been goofily eying Ninon all episode
“What will I do if he dies?!” DIE! You will die!
Ooooop… Poor queen
Ma’am, what does it matter if she was Aramis' girl? YOU ARE MARRIED [Ma’am. You act like the sanctity of marriage means anything. Literally two seconds. After you were just talking about how you couldn't survive. The lack of autonomy.] It was a joke Wench shush
[Portamis' side-eyes alskdjf] 😂😂😂😂 ["How do you know about Madame de la Chapelle?" "Her whole life is a lie" Bravo, Athos, that's very clear. Very informative.] Right 😂😂☠️☠️☠️☠️
Sweet lord this man
“You think I poisoned him?” Yep
40!?!? Sweet lord [Good news… She can follow the path of all wives these days and just. Affair] 😂😂😂😂☠️☠️☠️☠️
Why would he willingly drink out of another glass of water after that
Ooooof ☹️☹️☹️ [Ah, yes. I'm sick. Let me fondle this bone] A KNEE BONE [*Ah, yes. I'm sick. Let me fondle this *knee* bone]
And I’m a jealous bitchhhhh 👀
😮💨😮💨😮💨
[To be fair, she didn't only betray her own sex. She betrays dudes more regularly, in fact] Fair… She’s just a betrayer of all things [Yup! Also… I'm sorry, but I do kinda love Milady. In a love-to-hate kinda way. She's just so delectably... morally fucked] 😂😂😂😂 You would ma’am! [I always loved Irene Adler too] Evil loves evil 😤😮💨 [Rude :( I feel attacked] Because you are ma’am 🙂 (aff)
And sir you will be going to hell for a lot more than just your relationship not being intact
[Athos is. Very Determined] He is!
Buddy… He said open his mouth, not lean in for a kiss [Portamis banter] You too Port
[ATHOS, STOP TOUCHING IT IF IT’S POISONED] ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ [I KNOW YOU'RE NOT BIG ON SURVIVAL BUT STILL]
Oh the priest guy poisoned it
☠️☠️☠️☠️ Mood, Port [Because the Cardinal is the only one who can call off her death and he wants to save her alsdkfj Duh] … true 😂 God, to be alive during these trials
My dude why did you look?!!? You. Idiot.
[Damn, Athos, you speed-running the rescue]
Ack the intensity
Athossss [Also, more parallels here I'ma talk about in endpoint]
["I'm not a cruel man. Just a practical one." Like I said: true neutral] Very practical
Well damn 😦 [I mean. She do be alive tho] That’s true… But also, that’s so unfair [Indeed]
[Buddy, that be called blasphemy]
☠️☠️☠️ They go… we can hear you
[I love Peter Capaldi. And his accent is awesome] Yessss
[Oh shit more parallels]
And sad Athos again… Well, damn. Buddy can’t catch a break. [Ma'am, this is one of my favorite characters; happiness is exceedingly fleeting for them] ☠️☠️☠️
💔💔💔💔 [Poor Constance] Damn ☹️☹️☹️
[OH SHIT IS IT THIS SCENE? OH SHIT IT'S THIS SCENE. d'Artagnan.exe has stopped working… "I love you.” *blue screens* “I mean... respect and admire" "Say it again?" "I respect and admire you?"]
👀👀👀👀👀👀
OMG!!!! Awwwwwwww [This can't possibly go wrong] She is marr- fuck it, I ship ‘em [Ma'am has a het ship?!?!?!?!?! WHOA!!! (Yes, I recognize that I'm one to talk... shut up)] 😂😂😂😂 I love it tho! That was adorable!
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Jezebel: Omg! 😮💨😮💨😮💨 this was just an emotional roller coaster! Poor Athos! 💔💔💔💔 Like 🥺🥺🥺 buddy deserves to be happpyyyy! And it just gets ripped away from him! Like for once (and you know I like Aramis more 😂 but still) the heart eyes was aimed at him! And then it’s just like… nope. Nuh Uh! Not happening. She’s exiled now! And by the cardinal… the one his wife is working with! ☹️☹️
Wench: Not that he knows that, I don't think. Or does he? I can't actually recall
Jezebel: True, but WEEEE know 😭 I don’t think he does
Wench: Poor buddy
Jezebel: I don’t think he would have tried the little he did to save the Cardinal if he had 😂😂
Wench: Nah, he would. You underestimate his sense of duty/honor. It's like when he had to apologize to the Duke of Savoy… That was exceedingly humiliating, especially given the Duke's responsibility in the Savoy betrayal, and the fact that he felt his duty outweighed his sense of honor/pride is telling. Also, there would have been no other way to save Ninon; the Cardinal issued her order of execution, and he had to rescind it.
Jezebel: True!! I keep forgetting they needed him for that ☠️☠️☠️
Wench: And, finally, I do think there's a degree to which having the Cardinal helps. Because he's the King's right hand, essentially. His advisor. And a) it'd make France appear weak to have the advisor to the King be killed, especially by an emissary from Rome. And b) he does help the King on a lot of things. We tend to see his scheming side, but, again, at least this incarnation actively helps when it suits him.
Jezebel: Yeah his flip flopping gives me whiplash 😂😂
Wench: :)
Jezebel: And nooo, but Athos! Buddy straight up gone on his knees and begged 🥺🥺😭😭😭😭
Wench: And, just gonna remind... Athos was a nobleman. Pride and honor are bound to be pretty damn important. It's why the whole duty vs. love thing with Milady shook out the way it did; he had to do his duty, not just because of the King's ruling, but also because of his own sense of right and wrong... but it's tearing him apart because he did actually love her. (Kinda does, in some ways.) And he might hate himself as a result, but his honor still means a lot to him. Like in "Commodities" where the guy asks, "How do I know you won't betray me?" and Athos' response is a vaguely insulted, "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." All of which makes clear how significant this was by putting that supplication into context.
Jezebel: ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️
Wench: Thank you, thank you... I'm here all week! Follow me for more painful analysis. (And it's not JUST Athos analysis, to be clear. I pay attention to the others too. Like the Savoy thing. But like. Athos be interesting! I have put him under a microscope like a bug)
Jezebel: Also ack! I just feel so bad for himmmm ☹️☹️☹️
Wench: alskdjflaksdjflksadf Now you understand why he is my beloved
Jezebel: Athos be just your type of angst… The tragic hero that can never be happy!
Wench: a;lskdjf;lakdsjf TO BE FAIR!!! (And this isn't too spoilery) That isn't FULLY true for Athos
Jezebel: Which part, first or second?
Wench: *whistles* Or… Well. I guess I can say. The second.
Jezebel: Aight so the first implies enough 😂😂😂
Wench: Hmph
Jezebel: Anyway! I’m sorry I don’t think I will ever like Aramis and the Queen, unless they start having more scenes together to build a relationship. It’s just feels like purely lust rn. And this isn’t me just shipping Flort talking lol Which is also why I was like Hmph about her being jealous
Wench: They do have more later
Jezebel: Fair ☠️ But idk I just don’t like it ☠️☠️ But I do like her, so let that be said… She is so sweet and I feel bad for her 💕☹️ just not enough to ship her and Aramis ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️
Wench: Okay, but you haven't actually said why you dislike it… I, personally, think Aramis is an idiot for it, but I'm fond enough of them both that I'm on-board. As a passing ship that I don't obsess over but don't dislike
Jezebel: (Can you tell I’ve been writing I am not using my nickname 😤😤😤😮💨😮💨😮💨😮💨)
Wench: asdlkfj
Jezebel: Well mainly just because I don’t see it. Other than he saved her and she gave him a necklace ☠️☠️ But also the thing about Aramis being an idiot! Which it sucks because you should get to be with the one you love and she was forced into a loveless marriage
Wench: You do realize he's been protecting her for years, right? Just because they only recently started interacting, doesn't mean there's not history of some kind. (Which is actually what's so insulting about the pilot episode. The King doesn't even know who Athos is despite them being there for years as some of the best in his regiment. So the Queen has likely interacted with them to a decent degree)
Jezebel: That true and fair! But I’m reacting to what I see ma’am! So Hmph 😂😂😂😂😂
Wench: Anyway, moving on. Milady thoughts?
Jezebel: I don’t likeeee herrrr 😤😤😤 lol! But also I think I missed why she was even in the place with Ninon in the first place 🤔 Or did the Cardinal send her after the death?
Wench: She was gathering dirt on Ninon to get her to stop. He wanted someone in there getting information, basically
Jezebel: That’s what I thought!
Wench: Also, going back to the Athos/Ninon parallel from earlier: Both end up giving up their money/lands/etc in response to tragedy, basically rewriting their lives/identities, and moving somewhere where they continue preserving their ideals but to a less obvious degree. And I was laughing about the "got burned for it" earlier because both relationships literally end in fire and flame. Milady burns down the la Fere house and Ninon is almost burned to death.
Jezebel: 😖😖😖😖😖😖😖 trueeeee
Wench: And then there's one final parallel (that occurs to me right now)... From Milady's POV, Athos intervened (extremely spiritedly) on behalf of Ninon and called of the execution, but had not been willing to do so for her. Obviously this isn’t full fair, since a) Ninon’s actions were only considered criminal because they were inconvenient, not because they were actually harmful, thus he would have done the same for anyone and b) he’d been living with the guilt of killing Milady for long enough that the situations aren’t comparable (e.g. he might have been able to think that he could take comfort in Milady’s execution being his duty the first go-round, but he knows that he can’t by the second go-round). But there ya go
Jezebel: True so you see why she’s upset… not that she deserves to be upset but you see it 😂😂
Wench: I understand why you don't like Milady, but I do think it's important to note that she does have a rather sympathetic story. I know things that make her even more sympathetic from later in the series, but you know some of it already... If you look at it from her perspective, she's spent her whole life shoved into the role of criminal to survive, and she keeps asking for someone to understand. And every time, she gets rejected, and she's back to being a criminal, but she just wants someone to understand. To recognize that she's not as bad as what she's been forced to do. But she also tells herself she doesn't care about that --- she tries to force herself to not care about that --- and years of having to survive some way or another have worn down her morals. So she's in this loop.
Still Wench: She's a street criminal but she finallyyyy finds a way to be happy, a way to love and be loved in return... and then Thomas finds out about her path and snaps, threatens to tear her life down, and she can't bring herself to trust that Athos would be able to (in terms of emotion or in terms of the law, it's a mix of both) see past that, so she kills him. And this betrayal/murder is what truly drives Athos away (except not even that, because he clearly still loves her in canon), but she sees it as just more proof that she is a criminal, will be a criminal, and can't be loved because she's a criminal. And then she goes and gets a job from the cardinal where, guess what, she's once again committing crimes for the sake of survival. But she's still so desperate (much as she doesn't want to admit) that she even goes to a confessional to try and get absolution, and the priest rejects her --- condemns her for her actions despite the fact that God is supposed to be forgiving, tells her she's unforgivable --- so she gets pissed.
Jezebel: Oh gosh that’s a lot ☠️☠️😮💨 I was like what happened 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Wench: Her entire life is a cycle of trying to survive, and then every time she tries to live --- to be recognized as not having much of a choice, to be seen as more than what she's done --- it gets snatched away. So she steels herself, goes on with what she has to do, and the cycle repeats.
Jezebel: Yeah, I can see that once you say it. Like with Sam! My biggest flaw in being a reactor is I don’t look deeper than what I’m seeing (and I’ll miss parts 😂😂☠️☠️) but once it’s pointed out I can really see it!
Wench: Anyway… anything else?
Jezebel: I think that’s all I have!
#jezebel (pr)#musketeers#the musketeers#bbc musketeers#bbc musketeers reactions#athos#porthos#aramis#d'artagnan#portamis#s01e07#a rebellious woman
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