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kachinnate · 1 year
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despite my best intentions, thursdays have become my Hell on Earth re: procrastination downward spiral that leads to me staying up for 36 consecutive hours and then taking 9000 points of psychic damage all at once right before i pass out and only remain asleep for 4-5 hours
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soggyriceee · 9 months
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strawberry | John Price
summary: price gets you to use your safe word
warnings: rough sex, choking, biting, spanking, overstimulation, public oral (male receiving), slapping(mentions of blood). just like really aggressive John until the end where we get soft core John, not edited bc of how much I wrote so, ignore and possible typos PLZ
Price was always pretty rough with you during sex. but never enough to make you cry like he did tonight. he was a whole new person, new man. and all it took was the teasing at dinner with his family to set him off.
it started off light. pulling your dress down in the car, showing off the top of your boobs. of course, you played dumb, apologizing and saying 'I didn't know'. at first he had fallen for it, saying he wouldn't mind if you kept it that way. but then, you got more bold and cocky. under the dinner table, your hand found its place on his pants, right where his dick rested so peacefully. his eyes that were once on the menu were now on your innocent ones. "is everything alright?" his mother asked. John smiled and nodded, a small chuckle leaving his lips. "yes she just looks so pretty tonight doesn't she? cant keep my eyes off her." he smiled, looking back down at you.
the rest of the dinner you got progressively more cocky. to the point his dick was now out, resting in your warm hand. his parents talked about John's passion for the military, how he'd been dedicated to it his whole life. all while your hand played with his tip, squeezing it ever so gently. his hand was quick to find your thigh, gripping it firmly. thankfully, the cloth was enough to cover his lower half and yours, but the thrill of it all was still very much there. when the waiter had came by, you smoothly let his girth go, using the table cloth to cover his hard on. you smirked at the tiny wet circle that appeared onto the cloth right where his tip was.
when his parents were deep into the menu, the waiter helping them with choosing what to eat, John leaned down to your ear and whispered, "keep this up I promise you'll regret it. don't test me lovie." he smiled down at you before turning back to his parents. you pressed your thighs together, smiling softly to yourself. this was exactly what you wanted from him.
his dick remained out for the rest of the dinner, your hand occasionally reaching down and giving it a firm grab, surprising him each time. by the time dinner was done, he had come close to finishing at least 3 times, always flicking your hand away. he was good at keeping his moans and groans suppressed (public sex was something you both had often), but when he'd cum that was a whole different situation.
"well it was lovely seeing you both tonight. we should do this more often." you smiled to his parents as John tried to put his throbbing dick back into his pants. "it was. thank you for inviting us out. hopefully next time we do meet you both will tell us your pregnant." his mom winked, standing from the table. you blushed and looked at John who's eyes were already staring at you. " who knows mom. you might get lucky real soon." he said, his eyes remaining on yours.
the car ride was silent. you were excited but also a bit nervous about what he had in store. of course, you had a feeling it would be nothing short of amazing. "I had fun with your parents." you said as he pulled to a red light. he shifted his whole body to you, tilting his head to the side. "really? seems you had too much fucking fun." he said, his deep voice suddenly turning into a threatening tone. you shifted in your seat, a proud smile still plastered across your face. "I did. you didnt?" you asked innocently, batting your eye lashes.
before he could respond the light turned green. he shifted back to his original position, driving off quickly. his driving got you both home within 10 minuets, and he was quick to get out the car, slamming the door behind him. he walked over to your side, opening the door and helping you out. it was dark outside, about 9:30 at night. the only light that lit the street was the porch lights on each house.
when he had helped you out fully, he quickly dragged you to the front of the car, shoving you down. you gasped at the pain of your knees and the cement, looking up at him. " John that fucking-" his hand came crashing across your face, gripping your chin so you'd look back up at him. "think I fucking care after that shit you pulled at dinner?" he growled, his grip on your chin growing firmer. you looked up at him, smiling innocently. " I was just having fun tho." you said softly, fingers playing with the ends of his pants.
he growled and let your face go, going to his pants buckle while keeping eye contact. "wanna play silly little games like that, okay. lets play." he gripped your hair at the top of your head, forcing your head back. you gasped at the sudden tug, biting your lip at the same time. "open." he said, gripping his dick with his other hand, jerking it off in front of you. "but captain were outside" you smirked, only teasing him more. "stop fucking playing with me. open your goddam mouth." he growled, tugging your hair. you whimpered at the pain, but ultimately opened your mouth. he wasted no time shoving his dick down your throat, your hands immediately going to his thighs to keep balance.
" s..shit. this what you wanted, hm? just needed my dick down your fucking throat." he growled, pulling his hips back before moving them back onto your face. you were unable to even say anything, but the way you nodded slowly as best you could, he smiled down at you. it was so thrilling, getting your face fucked outside in public. the way he looked down at you with such admiration, his dick repeatedly hitting the back of your throat, just to slide back out again.
he pulled your head back a bit more, your head resting on the front bumper of the car now. that same hand rested onto the car hood, his other on your shoulder. "g..gonna fuck that throat faster. bet you want that huh?" he groaned, his hips moving faster. his head fell back, grip on your shoulder tightening. to be honest, John had never gone this far with face fucking. he was pretty gentle when it came to head. sex, no, but when you gave him head it was never something that he forced upon you or was super rough with. he let you take your time, breaks whenever you needed. he was patient. but not tonight and it was definitely something you had to get used to.
your drool practically poured out your mouth, his dick slippery with your saliva. the mix of his pre cum and your saliva made it even easier for his throat to slide down your throat, and it was a feeling he wanted to keep on feeling. tears poured out your eyes the more rough he got with you, mascara running down your cheeks. and he loved it. "look do fucking gorgeous like this love. wanna fuck your face more." he moaned, watching his dick and a fuck ton of saliva come from your mouth as he pulled his dick out, sliding it back in to watch it all pool at the corners of your lips.
to be honest, it was a bit much. again, it was something neither of you had really experienced before. and as much as you tried to relax your throat, it was pretty hard because of how fast and rough he was getting. but when he whimpered out your name, head falling forward, mouth slightly agape, you couldnt give up. "gonna cum baby.. gonna cum down that tight fucking throat." he moaned, his had that was once on your shoulder cupping your cheek. you squeezed your eyes shut, whimpering around his dick. his body jerked forward, his body falling forward onto the hood of the car, his cum shooting down your throat.
he gasped, strained groans leaving him, his hips giving you small thrusts. "t-thats it baby.. fucking swallow.. all of it." he groaned, breathing heavily above you. you tried your best to swallow it all, only a bit seeping out of your lips. he slowly slid his dick out, strings of saliva, cum or even both connecting you both. shoving his soaked dick back in his pants, he looked down at you. your jaw hurt, lips too. you looked up at him, chest heaving up and down. "get the fuck up." he said, gripping your arm and pulling you up into his chest. he gdragged you to the front door, quickly opening the door and shoving you inside.
you had tripped, but ultimately kept your balance. his keys were thrown onto the mail table as he flicked the light on, making quick movements towards you. saliva was still smeared across your face, his cum too. but to say he cared would be a lie. his lips pressed firmly against yours, his tongue sliding in easily, his hand pressed to the back of your neck while his other gripped your ass. "couch. now" he said against your lips. you stumbled backwards, quickly making your way to the couch. despite your stumbling he walked towards you slowly, his head tilted to the side a small smirk plastered along his face. he loved the shy, kinda shocked version of you. he ate it up every time.
"wait." he said as you got to the couch. he walked in front of you, sitting down on the couch. he leaned back, man spreading before patting his lap. "lay." was all he said, eyes staring up at you. you hesitated but did as he asked, laying across his lap. he sighed, hand gripping your calf before moving his hand up your leg. "been so good for me so far. gonna keep being good?" he asked, gripping your thighs, your dress trailing up your body the farther his hand went. he loved your thighs. so much so he one night woke up and decided to fuck into them. pressed them together against your chest, ramming into them. it was hot how much he loved all the parts of your body you had always been insecure or less confident in. when his hands came to your ass, he smoothly slid your panties off and down your legs, tossing them beside him on the couch.
you nodded, throat still pretty sore to speak. but he wasn't going to have that. his hand came down on your ass harshly, your body jerking forward. but his actions after contradicted that, his hand rubbing on the red spot. " words princess. you know I dont like feeling ignored." he whispered, his other hand petting the top of your head soothingly. "y-yes" you croaked out, letting go of the breath you had no idea you were holding onto. " such a shame tho." he mumbled, his hand quickly coming back down harshly onto your ass. a pained whimper fell from you, your eyes squeezing shut, hands gripping the pillow right in front of your face. "you were acting like such a slut earlier. sluts get punished, dont they? especially my pretty little slut." he said, leaning down to your ear while his hand slapped another red spot onto your ass.
John had become a whole new person in the blink of an eye. first the face fucking, now the spanking. what was next? you weren't necessarily scared. but you were anxious. anxious about what he would do to you next. how far he'd take it. you were left in the dark. " teasing me in front of my parents. in public." slap. "bet you wanted me to cum under that table, didnt you?" another harsh slap. he watched how your ass jiggled after each hit, bitting his lip. he himself had no idea what came over him. at all. but he knew that he liked it. in fact, he loved it.
your ass was a bright red, stinging so badly the cold air didnt even help. in a way, it made it worse. tears once again didnt fail to brim your eyes, feeling more and more slaps hit your ass, the same spot each and every time. " P-price please" you cried out. but he was in a trance. he hated it, but deep down loved the way blood began to prickle up from the spot he was abusing. "so pretty.." he whispered, before leaning down, placing a small kiss onto the skin before gently biting the spot. you winced in pain, again digging your nails into the pillow.
he sighed, pulling you up by your waist, your knees digging into his thighs. "lay down baby.. gonna fuck that pretty little cunt." he whispered, holding your hips to help you lay down. once you were comfortable, back on the couch, he rose, pulling his pants off and down his body. his dick sprung out, pre cum leaking onto the floor in drops. you whimpered at the sight, your eyes shooting back up to his. " dont worry baby.. im gonna fuck you." he smirked, practically leaping over you. he leaned back down, lips meeting your slightly wet ones. your face, for the most part, was dry and crusty. but again, he didnt care. he'd been on the battle field with literal guts splattered everywhere. plus, it was his own cum on your face
his lips distracted you from his tip moving up your cunt, collecting all the slick you had. it was embarrassing, how much pain and embarrassment made you wet. you both had a wild side, but there were limits that you both hadn't yet reached, but tonight, he had decided it was time. and its not like you minded and your cunt was proof you didnt.
without warning, his dick pushed into you, a gasp coming from you that broke the kiss. his nose touched yours, his eyes looking down into your wide ones. " I know baby.. just relax. " he whispered, feeling you tighten around his dick. your hands found his shoulders, gripping them firmly as he bottomed out inside you. his forehead connected to yours, a deep sigh leaving him. he wasted little to no time in gripping your legs to wrap them around his waist, your bleeding ass cheek failing to not sting. he pulled out real slow before slamming back into you, going straight in for a faster pace.
your head pressed into the pillow, eyes squeezing shut. " fuck this cunt is so tight. so fucking... good." he groaned, his hands keeping his body up. he looked down, watching his dick slide in and out, the slick from your cunt forming strings. the sounds were sinful, the squelching of your wetness as his dick slammed into you. "j-john.. oh my god~" you whined, back arching up. he smirked down at you, one hand gripping your face. " keep those pretty eyes on me. wanna see your face while I fuck you senseless." he said, his voice deep and smooth like honey.
his tip was quick to hit your womb, the bulge in your stomach not going unnoticed. he moaned at the sight, biting his lip. " look at that. taking this dick so well. such a good slut for me, aren't you?" he cooed, watching it disappear and re appear over and over. you went cross eyes, mouth falling agape at how deep he was hitting into you. it was embarrassing, but you felt your first orgasm of the night hit you like a train. it was coming, and coming fast. he felt the way your cunt pulsed around him, and he chuckled, looking back up at you. "gonna cum already? better hold it. im not done with this little cunt." he said, his right hand going to your throat.
your gasped, hands gripping his wrists as his thrusts only got more and more rough. you couldnt hold back and he knew you couldnt. but he wanted that. he wanted you to cum, just so he could punish you for cumming. his eyes were saying it all, watching you with a small smirk on his lips, mocking you. the way he looked down at you, his thrusts hitting all the right spots in your cunt, you couldnt stop the knot in your stomach from coming loose. he smiled, looking down between you both to watch your cum pour out of you and coat his dick.
" tsk tsk.. being a bad girl again are we?" he chuckled, shaking his head. " I-i couldnt.. help it. im s..sorry" you whined, eyes pleading with his. but he didnt care. again, this is what he wanted. now he could punish you for it.
his hips didnt stop. in fact they sped up. he let go of your throat, that same hand finding your clit. " gonna cum again. and again. until I decide ive had enough of you. since that what you wanted to fucking bad, right?" he asked, watching his thumb play with your throbbing clit. you tried your hardest to pull away, but his other hand held your hips down. " stop fucking running. take what the fuck you deserve for being such a fucking cum slut." he growled, leaning farther over your body to hit deeper into your cunt.
your mouth fell agape once more, your hands digging into his shoulders. he moaned at the feeling, his head falling into your neck. his lips sucked onto your skin, leaving behind big, dark purple and red, bloody marks. his teeth sunk into your skin, feeling his orgasm approaching. " gonna cum in you. you want that, want me to fill you up with my cum? make you a mommy?" he moaned, his thumb still working on your clit. " y-yes.. fuck fill me with it John p..please" you moaned, hands finding the back of his head and running your fingers through his hair.
he moaned into your neck, giving you a few harsh thrust before small, cute little whimpers slipped past him. his cum shot deep into you, his teeth once again sinking into you. you cried out at the pain, the taste of blood dancing along his tongue. and when you though the was done, you felt his hips slamming back into you.
he leaned up off you, blood smeared on his bottom lip. his hair was a mess, bot from your fingers and his head moving against you as he laid into your neck. his hand gripped your calf, pulling it from his waist before holding it up in the air. " thought I was done with you? no baby.. gonna fuck this cunt till you cant even cum anymore." he said, watching you from below.
his thumb went right back to your clit, rubbing small circles that matched his pace. you were sure it was because you just had the strongest orgasm you've had in a bit, but you already felt tired and worn out. it could also be from all the blood Price had managed to draw from you. " c-cant take it." you cried, hands resting on his stomach in hopes to slow him down. but it only fueled him. seeing your poor attempts in stopping him, watching you run from him. " come on princess. take this dick like I know you can. making me so proud." he moaned, head falling back at the feeling of both your warmth and slick coating him.
the room sounded like pure filth, both you guys' moans, the sound of your slick, the skin slapping. it was hot, but also so much for you. it didnt take long for your second orgasm to follow your first one, this one more powerful than the last. " come on baby, cum for me. I know you want to." he smiled from above you, watching how his dick slid back into your cunt with ease and pull back out that much easier. your fingers gripped the ends of the couch cushions, your body jerking forward as another orgasm washed over your body. you chanted his name, legs shaking as you came down from it.
" p...please hold on." you cried out, feeling him continue to fuck into you. he shook his head, growling at you. " didnt I say im not stopping till this cunt cant cum anymore? now shut the fuck up and take it." he growled, his hand landing a slap across your face.
you had to admit, Price was beginning to scare you. it went from just being anxious to being a bit scared of him. he hadn't realized it tho, thinking the look on your expression was just from being so cock drunk. he loved it, watching your blood slide down your neck, pooling in your collar bone. his balls wet with your cum and slick. he felt too good to stop.
" gonna cum again. milking me so goddam good baby." he groaned, his head falling down. you though that this would be the end. that he'd be too tired to keep fucking you. and you were right, kinda.
he shot his last load into you, his body falling forward just a bit at the feeling. he chanted your name, telling you how good your pussy felt, how he wanted to stay in it forever. and when he slid out, you were shocked to immediately feel his fingers sliding in. your back arched, a cry slipping from you. " j-john please I cant" you cried, your legs arching. but he didnt stop. his fingers curled, hitting your g spot each time. his thumb found your clit again, rubbing it in small circles. " sounds so hot baby.. but I know you can. this is what happens to sluts. if you act like on im gonna treat you like one."
again, you began to spasm around his fingers, tears officially puling from your eyes as your stomach cramped up at yet another orgasm. to be honest, John hadn't realized how crazy he was going on you. he didnt know why you teasing him and jerking him off under the table was what set him off. maybe it was because he wanted to match your energy. but he had begun to take it to far when he again, slid his dick back inside your cunt. you were surprised he wasn't just as tired as you were or overstimulated. but he did just give himself a decent break.
" you look so fucked out baby.. are you tired?" he pouted, his hips moving slowly, giving you somewhat of a break. you nodded, wiping your watery eyes. finally, he was going to give you a break and maybe just stop all together. but no. all he did was lean back into your neck, leaving another hickey followed with a bite mark, ramming his hips back into yours. "John please" you cried, shaking your head, pressing your hands to his stomach and shoving him back.
his hand shoved yours off him, his other hand going to your neck. " I said take what I fucking give you, didnt I? stop fucking moving." at this point your pussy was sore, it hurt. you didnt even think you could cum anymore. and the grip on your throat was painful. tears fell from your eyes once you realized you had to use the now word he had promised neither of you would ever have to use. ever.
"s-strawberry.. please strawberry!" you sobbed, hands pressing onto his abdomen. at first he didnt think he heard you right. he slowed down, his face softening. "what?" he looked down at you, watching at the tears ran downpour face. he noticed, really noticed, the bite marks, the hickies covered with blood. he slid out immediately, sitting down and pulling your limp body onto his lap. " im so sorry.. im so so sorry." he whispered, pulling you into his arms.
but you couldnt stop crying. you didnt know if he was being genuine, if he found it hot. you were in the mindset that he was going to just flip you over and fuck you all over. but he didnt. he held you tight, whispering how sorry he was in your ear, how wrong he was for going so overboard. " i.. I broke a promise. and im so sorry my love. I should've listened to you." he said, pulling you off his chest. he wiped the tears from your eyes, his chest hurting as he looked at your red eyes. "please let me take care of you. for real." he said, taking your hand in his.
he stood, holding you in his arms and made his way to the bathroom. "im gonna set you on the toilet for a bit.." he said, sitting you gently. he started the bath before turning back to you, lifting your dress off you. when the bath was full, he helped you inside, watching you settle in. it was silent, kinda awkward. he didnt know what to say other than he was sorry. and he was. he'd never had to do this before, but he knew that he had to take care of you as best he could.
"look up for me princess." he said, cupping your chin softly. he grabbed the washcloth that hung on the rack, wetting it a bit before gently wiping your face. you eyes met his, giving you a small smile. " your so pretty." he mumbled, wiping your chin before dipping the washcloth back in the warm water. "thank you." you said softly, looking down. he continued to wipe your face before moving down to your neck. " this may hurt.. but I promise ill be as gentle as I can." he said before pressing the cloth to your neck.
you winced at the pain, squeezing your eyes shut. " im sorry my love.. just a bit more." he said softly, patting your skin softly. when it was done, he looked at the bloody cloth, sighing, shaking his head to himself. to say he was angry at himself or disappointed, that would be an understatement. he promised himself and you he'd never hurt you. " im so sorry my love.. I dont know what came over me." he said, head hanging low.
you reached over the tub and gripped his hand. " lets just watch movies and cuddle.. maybe even get some tea." you said, voice still hoarse from earlier. he didnt look at you at first, his eyes still stuck to the ground. but when you squeezed his hand again, he looked at you and nodded. " ill take care of you princess. dont you worry."
and he did. the rest of the night he was like your personal little maid. you needed to go pee? dont even think about using your legs, he'd carry you. you wanted the blanket? he'd tuck you in like a burrito. you got too hot? okay he'd take it off. he ordered your favorite food to the house since cooking was not his strong suit, ice cream on the side as well. he felt happy being able to take care of you like he told himself he would always do instead of hurting you.
when you were tired, you curled into his chest, snuggling into him. he looked down and smiled, his hand resting on top of your head. for the first time that night he had let himself cry. well not cry, but a few tears did drop. he was so grateful that you were as forgiving as you were. how even though he hurt you as bad as he did, you still felt safe in his arms, comfortable.
he kissed the top of your head, switched the tv off and laid back. " goodnight princess, I love you so much." he whispered before holding you in his arms, his grip on you never getting loose.
| this was pure fucking filth but like... I love this man so much I can help but right filthy filthy smut about him, also this was for @grqpegrqve |
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waitineedaname · 6 months
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shoes in FMA rated on how comfortable they'd be to fight in
Edward Elric
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considering Ed's uhhh very distinct taste in aesthetics, these could be a lot worse. they look relatively comfortable and don't seem like they'd be difficult to move around in. they are platforms though, which I imagine makes things more difficult. I'll be generous and give these a 7/10
Most of the Amestrian military
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pretty much everyone in uniform wears the same shoes, so I'm lumping them all together. these are Roy's, if that matters. they look fine. I imagine that because it is part of a military uniform, it's designed to be moved around in and worn for hours on end, so ideally they're relatively comfortable. it doesn't look like there's much traction, but they're usually fighting on flat surfaces so whatever. 8/10
Fu and Lan Fan
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these shoes fucking rule. the picture I've included is Lan Fan's, but they wear p much the same shoes. I fucking love these things. they have spikes. Edward Elric fucking wishes. considering this seems to be part of the bodyguard uniform, I'd imagine they're as easy to run around in as the military shoes, if not better since they're expected to be doing martial arts in them. but most importantly, they have spikes. 10/10, no notes.
Ling and Mei
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on the topic of doing martial arts, both Ling and Mei wear these.... I'm not sure what they are. flats? slippers? it's unclear. (EDIT: they are apparently Kung Fu shoes!) they seem relatively easy to move around in I guess since they're not very cumbersome and both Ling and Mei rely on being very nimble. they look like they have absolutely no support in the soles though, which is gonna get painful after a certain point. also depending on what fabric they're made of, they could definitely start chafing. I've worn flats. I know that hell. 7/10 for the potential blisters, but at least they're designed specifically for martial arts
Greedling and Bradley
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it's hard to get a good shot in this scene because neither of them stop moving, but I swear to god, they're fighting in dress shoes. I cannot stand them. this CANNOT be comfortable. I know Greed prioritizes aesthetics over function so this was probably a compromise between his and Ling's tastes but ohhh my god. he was probably wasting so much of the philosopher's stone just passively healing the million blisters on his feet from running around in these things. there's a chance Bradley is wearing the military uniform shoes but I think he was in more formal dress when he got blown the fuck up, so I don't think so. no wonder he complains about being sore, quit running around in dress shoes you fucking moron. 4/10.
Greed
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THESE FUCKING THIIIIIIIINGS. WHY ARE THEY POINTY AT THE END. WHY DOES IT LOOK LIKE SOMEONE HIT HIS FOOT WITH A MALLET AND FLATTENED THEM. he's so dumb. I love him. looking at these things tells me he would probably wear goth cowboy boots if he could, and tbh that would probably look better. 3/10 for Greed's overall silly as hell fashion sense
Lust
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okay. the heels make sense considering her whole vibe. however. these are part of her fucking BODY. when she gets incinerated, they grow back. can she even take them off???? I'm scared to ask. I guess if theyre part of her body, she doesn't have to worry about adjusting to balancing in them like you would normally with heels, but oh my god. she can never wear normal shoes. I would also be murderous if I had to wear heels all the time. 4/10.
Father and Izumi
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guys. these are sandals. it has been four hundred years and Father is still wearing the same outfit he was wearing in the damn desert. find a new outfit man. Izumi is apparently wearing bathroom slippers (hence the WC) so idk why she's even wearing those out of the house. Father gets 0/10 and Izumi gets 1/10 because she still manages to kick everyone's asses while wearing these, so respect
Envy
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PUT YOUR FUCKING TOES AWAY. -10000000/10
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You can control moths by giving them lamps
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Niff roped me into editing her freaky-ass fanfiction again.
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Bee and Loon vs voxblr staff
Now that’s a fight I’d pay to see
#love my gfs #vox and co wouldn’t stand a chance ↯ #alastor the radio demon
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Murder :)
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Motherfucker!
#Velvette if that’s you I swear to Satan I will end you #can’t even suspend the fucking account #because I’m being threatened by a goddamn deadly sin #fuck my afterlife #rb
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Why tf is Alastor trending?
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changed my url cuz sum of u fuckers still say my name rong
blitzorodeo –> @.blitz-the-o-is-silent
get it rite assholes
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One of the funniest things about enemies-to-lovers ships is how they’re almost always obsessed with each other. Like if a character actively chooses to interact with another character over and over again instead of simply ignoring them? Throw darts at it all you want, but you still printed out a picture of them to hang on your wall
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"Throw darts at it all you want, but you still printed out a picture of them to hang on your wall." - This is a raw line.
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Fuck you, Velvette!!! It’s not like that!
#gonna delete this whole hellsite one day #rb #irl source
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beom-pyu · 9 months
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truth or drink! (blind date edition): huening kai
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the final part of the truth or drink series! thank you for all the love received on this <3 i'm planning on doing another youtube series eventually, so stay tuned!
other parts: beomgyu & taehyun "my ex + my boyfriend edition" yeonjun "couples edition" soobin "engaged edition"
slightly nsfw! (minors dni.)
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welcome to truth or drink—blind date edition! strangers will ask each other a set of random questions. they can either answer the question or take a shot.
*BLINDFOLDED*
YOU: “um, hi, hello—”
HK: “hi. oh wait, that’s not your hand—”
you search for kai’s hand in the darkness before you finally feel his fingers, giggling as he gently shakes your hand.
YOU: “i’m y/n.”
HK: “nice to meet you, y/n. i’m kai.”
how long have you guys been single?
YOU: “about a year.”
HK: “i’ve been single for 3 years.”
is there a reason you’re single right now?
HK: “i’m a pretty shy person, so i never really go on dates.”
YOU: “i go on too many dates. i guess i just know what i want and don’t really like to waste my time.”
you guys ready to take the blindfold off?
YOU: “on the count of three.”
HK: “okay, one… two… two and a quarter… two and a half…”
YOU: “two and six eighths…”
HK: “two and fourteen sixteenths…”
YOU: “oh my god, i’m nervous.”
HK: “me too.”
YOU: “okay—three!”
you both take your blindfolds off and your jaw immediately drops while kai’s eyes widen.
YOU: “you guys didn’t tell me i’d be doing this with prince charming.”
kai nervously giggles.
HK: “you’re very, very cute. fuck, i wasn’t expecting this.”
YOU: “did you think i was going to be ugly?”
kai flusters, waving his hands in denial.
HK: “no, no! i-i just… woah.”
it’s your turn to giggle now.
YOU: “i’m just messing with you. i’m flattered.”
you guys wanna take a shot for the nerves?
YOU: “yes, please.”
HK: “cheers.”
YOU: “do you want to go first?”
HK: “sure.”
HUENINGKAI: what is your type? am i your type?
YOU: “honestly, i don’t think i have a type? and you’re insanely attractive, so yes.”
HK: “you’re definitely my type.”
YOU: “and what would that be?”
HK: “i like how confident you are. also the fact that you’re probably the prettiest person in this room right now.”
YOU: “i think we can just end the video here, guys. he’s perfect.”
YOU: what sounds do you make when you’re having sex? can you make them right now?
kai slides his shot glass towards you to fill up—you laugh as you unscrew the bottle, pouring it for him.
YOU: “i guess i’ll just have to find out for myself.”
HK: “guess so.”
HUENINGKAI: where is the craziest place you’ve hooked up with someone?
YOU: “i gave head in an elevator twice.”
HK: “twice?”
YOU: “it’s a long story.”
YOU: how many sexual partners have you had?
HK: “three…?”
YOU: “oh my god, why did you guys pair him with me—this feels like corruption.”
HK: “you’ve never been with anybody?”
YOU: “no, i’m corrupting you, sweetie.”
HK: “o–oh. okay. yeah, no, that’s fine. yeah. cool. okay. can i take a shot?”
HUENINGKAI: how would you rate your oral sex skills out of 10?
YOU: “10 out of 10, next question.”
YOU: i dare you to kiss me on the lips, or take a shot.
HK: “i’ll kiss you.”
YOU: “good, cause i was about to hide the whiskey so you have no choice.”
HK: “who’d pass up a chance like this?”
you giggle as you stand from your seat, leaning across the table to cup kai’s cheek. his face is flushed a light pink, his eyes wide and sparkling as he stares up at you. you give him a small smile before pressing your lips to his soft, plush ones—it doesn’t last longer than a few seconds, but you’re still rendered breathless. kai’s eyes stay glued onto your figure as you sit back down, your hands automatically reaching for the bottle.
HK: “was it bad?”
YOU: “the opposite, actually. i need to be drunk so i have an excuse as to why i’m going to kiss you again after this.”
HUENINGKAI: what is your average relationship length?
YOU: “on average… like 7 or 8 months? i’ve had a lot of situationships, but also a few serious relationships.” 
HK: “that’s not too bad.”
YOU: “and you?”
HK: “i’d say a year and a half.”
YOU: what’s the worst thing you did in your last relationship?
HK: “this one’s embarrassing, oh god. i think i’m gonna drink.”
YOU: “red flag, red flag!”
HK: “no, no, it’s nothing like that! well. it’s kind of like that.”
YOU: “what did you do?”
HK: “i… uh, i ghosted them.”
YOU: “oh, how long were you guys together?”
HK: “two years…”
YOU: “and you ghosted them???”
HK: “they were going to break up with me anyways, so i wanted to get them first. it was stupid.”
YOU: “honestly, you’re just like me. i can’t even blame you.”
HK: “let’s cheers to that.”
HUENINGKAI: what’s your biggest red flag?
YOU: “i’m scared of commitment.”
HK: “i was expecting something way worse.”
YOU: "like what? criminal activity?"
HK: "hey, you never know!"
YOU: “and what’s yours?”
HK: “hm, i don’t know… i have an extensive plushie collection?”
YOU: “wait, that’s actually cute!”
HK: “i have to make sure they face the wall when i have sex though.”
YOU: “that’s not a red flag. that’s basic human decency.”
HK: “thank you! finally someone understands.”
YOU: what do you do for a living?
HK: "i coach a youth soccer team."
YOU: "that's so cool! i'm a part-time student with a paid internship at a tech company."
HK: "brains are sexy."
YOU: "soccer is sexy too."
HK: "are we about to kiss right now?"
YOU: "let's save that for when the cameras are off."
HUENINGKAI: when was the last time you cried, and why?
YOU: “there was this really cute kitten that i wanted to adopt, but i live on my college campus, so i can’t have pets. i cried for a good 3 hours.”
HK: “i have a cat! maybe you can come over and meet her sometime.”
YOU: “yes. let’s go. right now.”
YOU: would you like to go out on another date with me? if yes, when and where? if no, why not?
HK: “i’d love to go on another date with you. whenever and wherever you’d like.”
YOU: “i’d love that too. and it’s not just because i want to meet your cat.”
HK: “...”
YOU: “okay, it’s partially because i want to meet your cat. but! you’re also really cute and sweet. i really want to get to know you better.”
HK: “i feel the same way. and i’d also like that second kiss.”
you turn to the camera, overdramatically waving goodbye.
YOU: “well, we have a date to get to! thank you for having us!”
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bitchyycapricorn · 11 months
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Warm Shower and Soft Kisses
Peter Parker x Reader
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Synopsis: Peter takes care of you after you after you disappear for a week.
Warnings: Fluff!!, hurt/comfort, Peter taking care of his girl, Shower with Peter, technical nudity but no smut or descriptions.
AN: Can be imagined as any Peter, gif is just tasm. Lightly edited. Also I’m currently working on two requests so stay tuned <3
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A chilly breeze rushes through your room, waking you from your slumber. Your eyes flutter open and lock on your open window that’s letting in the cold November breeze. “Fuck,” you mumble as you bury yourself deeper into your duvet, far too lazy to get up and actually shut the window. You’ve been like this for almost a week now, a lethargic shell of your former self hiding in your room away from the problems of the word.
You haven’t been up more than 10 times since it all started. You refuse to move unless you have to go to the bathroom, and even then you do that begrudgingly. On top of your refusal to move unless absolutely necessary, you find yourself calling out of work most days, unable to handle the thought of dealing with people. You’re also skipping classes and ignoring everyone’s attempts to contact you.
Your biggest issue at the current moment is Peter Parker, your boyfriend. He stops by your place at least twice a day since you disappearance. Your parents always sending him away per your request. You felt horrible for pushing Peter away, but you felt so sick and the thought of being with another person exhausts you. Your whole body was aching just from you laying silently below your covers after all.
Your quiet day comes to an end just as quickly as it starts when you hear Peter slipping through your window. “Y/N?” He whispers, approaching your shaking body that’s huddled under a pile of blankets. “Baby, what’s going on? Are you sick?” You feel him peeling the blankets off you, revealing just how horrible you look. Your eyes have heavy eye bag’s despite you sleeping most of your days, and it’s clear you haven’t showered since your disappearance.
When you look up you’re met with a face of concern. “Hi,” you say meekly. Your voice feels scratchy in your throat as you speak for the first time in a few days.
“Y/N, are you okay?” Peter presses the back of his hand to your forehead. “Sweetheart…”
You give Peter a small smile before feeling suddenly embarrassed, you can’t even remember at this point the last time you brushed your teeth. A frown settles on your face as you look up at Peter once more. “I haven’t been feeling like myself lately.” You whisper.
Peter frowns, stroking your cheek. “I can help you get a shower if you’d like baby?” You nod slowly, grateful for your boyfriends offer. You place your hand in his and allow him to lift you up and out of bed. You latch onto Peters arm the moment you stand up. It’s abundantly clear just how shaky your legs feel due to the lack of use.
Peter guides your wobbling body into your bathroom, turning on the lights and fan in the process. The bright lights are overwhelming as you sit on the bathroom sink, watching as Peter starts the shower for you. “Come on pretty girl, let’s get you cleaned up.” Peter smiles as he gently kisses your cheek.
You watch as Peter strips out of his clothes before helping you out of your own. The cool air sends a shiver down your spine. You take a moment to enjoy being out of your dirty cloths as Peter leads you under the warm water.
“Better?” He asks as he gently massages your scalp while placing kisses all over your face.
“Much,” you sigh, allowing your body to relax under his touch. You wait patiently as Peter lathers up his hands with Shampoo, just wanting to feel his hands in your hair again.
“Shall we get your hair washed m’lady?” Peters asks, not really waiting for a response since his fingers are already tangling in your hair before he finishes his sentence. You let out a small moan at the sensation of his fingers giving your scalp a deep massage. Every muscle in your body seems to let go in that moment, putting you into a state of calm.
Peter pulls away from your hair momentarily, lathering conditioner onto his hands before returning to your hair. “Thank you Peter,” you whisper softly, getting on your tip toes to press a kiss to his cheek.
“Anything for my girl,” he smiles.
You allow yourself to soak up the sensation of being clean along with Peters gentle hands slowly rubbing the soap bar all over your body.
“You look so pretty right now, I hope you know that.” Peter coos, also enjoying the feeling of his hands gently lathering soap into your plush skin. He’s been worrying sick about you for essentially the last week. Since you didn’t return a single phone call and when he knocks on the door your mom always tells him you aren’t feeling well.
You’ve been on Peters mind since the day of your mini disappearance, making him feel sick and lonely without you at night. He was missing the sound of your voice, the way you giggle and laugh, your bright smile and witty jokes. He was missing every inch of you, and now that you’re finally back in his arms he wasn’t sure how he was going to handle having to go home again.
You were both so caught up in one another’s presence you only notice how long it’s been when the water starts to get cold. You both let out a small laugh, rinsing off before hopping out of the shower.
Peter helps to dry your shivering body, hoping to warm you up as quick as possible. You aid Peter in drying off as well, wanting to help him like he’s been helping you.
Peter ruffles your hair in the towel before wrapping it around you once again and making his way to your sink to grab a toothbrush. He quickly gets some toothpaste and wets the brush, helping to ease it in your mouth.
He didn’t question why you haven’t showered it brushed your teeth, rather he just silently helps you do so, sprinkling words of encouragement along the way. “You’re doing great sweetheart, you have such a pretty smile you know.” Peter says as he continues to help you brush your teeth.
Despite your exhaustion you find the energy to throw your arms around Peter, toothbrush still sticking out of your mouth. He lets out a small laugh, hugging you back and kissing all over your face.
“Come on, let’s finish brushing your teeth so I can kiss your pretty lips,” Peter urges, as he helps you finish up. Once your teeth are clean Peter makes sure to press five kisses to your lips immediately, savoring the feeling of your lips on his.
“I should probably get dressed before we keep kissing,” you tease, starting to feel like yourself again.
“Mhm, how about some warm fuzzy pajamas?” Peter offers as he leads you over to the closet. He shuffle through some options before setting on your red t-shirt and short pajama set. “This one’s my favorite on you, and I know you’ve said it’s the most comfortable.” Peter smiles as he helps you into your cloths. He shuffles through some of the cloths he left at your place, throwing on a pair of boxers before leading you over to your bed.
“Peter?” You whisper, looking up at your boyfriend as you sit on your bed.
“Yes baby?” He hums, placing a kiss to your forehead.
“Can you cuddle me? Please?” You beg, craving Peters soft touch once again.
“Anything for you love, come on, crawl under the covers.” He replies as he helps you situate. He slowly pulls the covers up and around you both, holding you in his arms tightly.
“I love you Peter,” you say softly, feeling your eyes grow heavy once more.
“I love you too Y/N,” Peter hums, kissing your forehead one last time before you fall into a deep slumber.
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stranger-nightmare · 2 years
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𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫
Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader
Summary: Eddie eats you out on his dungeon master throne, mere minutes before everyone else is supposed to turn up for the next game...
Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), semi-public sexual actions, minors DNI
A/N: don’t ask me why but Tongue Twister by Cash Cash really reminds me of Eddie (maybe it’s the tiktok edits) but yeah I just headcanon Eddie as a guy who fucking loves to give head, so here we are! and, I mean, just look at that tongue... anyways um yeah I hope you guys enjoy! <3
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“Eddie, seriously everyone’s gonna be here in like 10 minutes,” you warn him.
“Shhhh,” he hums as kisses down your body, gently pushing you back to sit in his dungeon master throne. “10 minutes is more than enough time,” he smirks as he sinks to his knees in front of you.
“Eddie...” your eyes flick back and forth between the door and your boyfriend in front of me.
“Just relax, sweetheart,” he whispers gently, kissing the inside of your left knee.
“I-“ you hesitate.
But Eddie just gently parts your legs with his hands, his lips quickly kissing up your inner thighs. He’s swift to hook his hands into the waist band of your panties and pull them off from underneath your short skirt. You gasp and shudder in your seat when Eddie wastes absolutely no time in swiping his tongue between your folds, licking up through your slit.
Your eyes stray from the door for a second to look down at him and you moan loudly at the sight. His head is completely lost between your thighs, hidden partially by your skirt, his large hands splayed across your thigh, keeping your legs held open as he quickly works to devour you.
You moan loudly and arch your back, your shoulders hitting the back of the throne, your hips pushing against Eddie’s face. You bite your lip to keep from making too much noise, your eyes going back to watch the door just in case. One of your hands finds its way into Eddie dark curls, griping his hair to help grind his mouth against your aching cunt.
“Oh fuck, Eddie,” you mewl shakily when he starts to pay more attention to your clit.
He hums a response as he swirls his tongue around your little bundle of nerves. The room is filled with the filthy wet sounds of him sloppily eating you; his enthusiastic groans and your pathetic whimpers being the only other sounds to grace the room.
“Mmm you always taste so fucking good baby,” he groans. “Just can’t get enough of you.”
His words make you moan again, your eyes closing shut for a moment as the pleasure of it all takes over you.
“Been wanting to taste you all day” he confesses between sucking at your clit. “Mmm and then you were wearing this short skirt.... just made it all too easy,” you can feel his smirk against your pussy.
“Eddie please” you cry softly.
You weren’t sure if you were just desperate to cum or more afraid of prolonging this and risking being caught.
“I’ve got you baby” he whispers as he speeds up his movements, swirling your clit with even more fervour.
“Fuck” you sigh as your hands ball into tight fists, one gripping the throne armrest, the other still knotted in Eddie’s hair.
“Yes, right there. Shit Eddie, just like that, fuck” you plead helplessly, completely won over by him now, your desperation to cum overpowering any other concerns you had about the situation.
“Right here?” He hums cockily, the snugness dripping in his voice as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. “Come on baby I want you to cum for me, need you to cum,” he murmurs as he flattens his tongue, kitten licking your clit with impeccable speed, just the way he knew you liked.
His name is a choked cry on your lips as you finally reach your climax. Your hips grind against his face, riding his tongue as you draw out your high.
“That’s it baby, such a good girl” he whispers as he gives you a final few gentle licks.
You slump back in the chair, panting as you tried to catch your breath again. Eddie places soft kisses to your thighs before he removes himself from between your legs. He flashes a wicked smirk as he wipes his mouth on the back of his Hellfire shirt sleeve. His smirk only grows when he grabs your panties from the floor, twirling them around his fingers.
“Eddie Munson, you give me my underwear back right-“ your demand is cut short when the door flies open and Mike and Dustin walk into the room.
Eddie throws you wink before quickly stuffing your panties into his front jean pocket, going over to greet the boys like nothing had happened. Like you weren’t sat on his throne, desperately clamping your legs shut, hoping it wouldn’t be apparent that you were now completely bare under your short skirt.
Oh, you were so gonna get him back for this.
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A/N: I’m sure I’m probably not the first to write something along these lines but this was just my version of it, I hope you guys enjoyed! <33
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dabislittlemouse · 3 months
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tainted angel 🪽 (pt.10)
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PART 9 // PART 11 // FULL MASTERLIST
ෆ DABI X HAWKS’ LITTLE SISTER
ෆ cw‼️:this chapter contains only smut, fingering, praising, passionate sex, biting, branding, slight use of Dabi’s quirk.
ෆ A/N: well, it’s finally here!!! I apologise for making you guys wait so long for this, but I was going thru a major writer’s block and had 0 inspiration :( also the picture above was edited by my horny ass. Anyway enjoy this last snack from me to you for this year <3
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[Her/Your POV]
Dabi’s room was on the 5th floor. But our patience was running thin as we took the elevator and simply started making out inside, not caring if there were surveillance cameras around. When I pointed that out, Dabi laughed before crashing his lips against mine again.
“I won’t mind giving ‘em a show” he grinned, his kisses tracing further down my neck and collarbone, his scarred hands roaming around my body, itching to completely tear off my dress. If we’d have been inside the elevator any second longer, surely I’d have been naked in front of the people who just appeared when the doors opened. Clumsily I tried to fix my dress, embarrassment crept up my face as they stared at both of us, clothes and hair disshelved and my lipstick already smeared around my lips. It doesn’t take a genius to know what we were doing inside. Though their stares didn’t last much, as they knew to not stare too long when Dabi is around. Like meek scared things they let us both pass through, not saying a word, their silence and nervousness too loud.
But in this very moment, nothing mattered.
The moment Dabi got me to his room, nothing else mattered but him. And the same thing could be said in his case too, the moment he locked that door he pounced on me, back to kissing me feverishly, his warm hands touching and squeezing every inch of my body. Like a hungry animal who’s been left starved for too long, Dabi didn’t even let me to catch my breath as he left his mark wherever he could.
“Been waiting so long for this..” Dabi whispers, his hands squeezing my thighs. He places a kiss on my lips, staring into my eyes.
“Take these off for me… give me a show, pretty girl~”
And with that, he lays down on the bed. I gulp nervously, suddenly feeling all shy in front of him again. How could I not? The way those cerulean eyes wouldn’t leave my body just gave me shivers.
“Unless y’want me to either rip off that pretty dress or burn it.. I’m not a very patient man, doll. And it would be a shame to ruin this dress, really~”
His gaze darkened, he meant what he said. The thought of him using his quirk on me, tearing my clothes off, the danger of it had me scared, and yet again, thrilled too. Aroused even.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Dabi’s hands wander behind my back, finding the zipper of my dress and lowering it just enough for me to undress easier. The rest was left to me, Dabi leaned back, an aroused smirk on his face as he took my nervous expressions.
“D-Don’t look at me like that!” I pout, feeling my face heating up as he chuckles. It’s not everyday I undress myself in front of men, and the way his half lidded eyes stare lustily at me, studying my every move, doesn’t help.
“Ya gettin’ shy on me, doll?” he leans in closer to me, his hands resting on my hips, squeezing a little. “Pretty angel has never done this before? So innocent, can’t even take off her clothes~”
“Dabii!” I whine in frustration while he laughs, placing a kiss on my stomach. His teasing never ends, I’ll end up turning into a puddle on the floor if he keeps up with this.
With Dabi’s help my dress falls down my shoulders, then going lower, exposing my body in front of him until it falls down the floor. I’m still on my lingerie, his warm hands feel even better on my bare skin.
“How have you been hiding all this from me, doll?” he whispers, placing kisses on my stomach and chest, admiring every inch of my body. “So fucking gorgeous…”
He proceeds removing my bra, leaving my tits full on display for him. Instinctively I bring my hands to cover them, but he doesn’t let me.
“Ah, ah.. don’t hide the goods from me” he grins, removing my hands and staring in awe at my tits. He places a soft kiss on my sensitive nipples, which has my whole body electrified, shivering in anticipation and the desire to get more of it. He does it again, taking a nipple between his teeth, nibbling it softly while his hand keeps groping and squeezing my other boob. His tongue laps at my nipple before he goes on to suck it again, evoking a moan out of me. He hums in satisfaction, clearly wanting me to be more noisy. I’m putty in his hands already, with nothing but my panties on, which are already soaked. Dabi stops for a minute before grabbing me and throwing me to the bed, quickly getting on top of me. My hands reach for his shirt, wanting to take that off of him too. But his hands stop me.
“No.. not yet” he whispers, a slight change of mood appearing on his face. I stare back at him confused, and worried if I did something wrong by wanting to remove his shirt.
“I-I’m sorry.. I just-”
“Don’t be angel” he kisses my lips. “This night is for you only.. just sit back and don’t worry your pretty head about anything”
I nod, before responding back. “But- I want to feel you more intimately, just like you’re feeling me. It doesn’t feel right if I am the only one undressed..please..”
Dabi stays silent for a second, contemplating. He lets out a sigh, seeming unsure. Though I can’t understand what really bothers him.
“You’ll get disgusted princess…” he mumbles. “And it’ll ruin the moment…you sure y’want this? My body is not a usual one, it’s not perfect like yours.”
My hands tug at his shirt, now this time it’s me reaching to kiss him.
“I don’t care… I just want you. Every inch of you”
I’m not really sure where this boldness is coming from me, but seeing Dabi, the one who always looks confident, cocky and fearless, now being insecure and unsure for the first time ever…doesn’t sit right with me.
I think it’s right to express how much I need him, no matter what he hides underneath his clothes.
Dabi gives in to my pleas, finally taking off his shirt, and now it’s my turn to stare in awe at his body.
Just like his face, half of his body was scarred too, the staples going down on his chest and stomach, each of them put nicely one after another. The sight is unique, a body like his is definitely not something usual to see. My hand slowly reaches to touch his chest, his body already radiating enough heat. I look at him to make sure if it’s okay for me to touch him, and he lets me, gulping a little when I place my hand and caress him softly.
His toned body entirely decorated with the scared and staples.
He is beautiful. And it’s certain he notices the way I squeeze my legs together while admiring his body. That gives him enough confidence to lean in further, pressing his body against mine, the heat of our bodies transferring into one another as he gives me a deep kiss again. I wrap my legs around his waist, locking him between them and wrapping my arms around his neck, moaning softly in his mouth. His kisses are divine, slow and sloppy, enjoying the taste as his tongue intertwines with mine, eating each of my sounds coming out of my throat. I don’t even notice the way my hips are grinding against his, feeling his growing bulge pressing against my clothed cunt.
“Can’t get enough of these lips..” Dabi whispers between kisses and I hum in response, feeling the same way. His hands continue roaming around my body, squeezing my tits and then going further down my ass and thighs. He gives my ass a light spank, catching me off guard and chuckling at my reaction.
Looking back at Dabi, I can swear I see the faintest blush on his cheeks, right underneath his scars, while his pupils are blown wide. He wants me as much as I want him too, and in this very moment I do not regret anything.
“Spread ‘em nicely for me” he hums, tapping at my thighs. I swallow and nod, slowly spreading my legs in front of him, following his every command, as if hypnotised.
“Good girl” he praises, and I almost moan at the way his voice sounded while saying it. His calloused fingers reach to grab at my panties, slowly taking them off. My wetness sticks to the fabric, I feel ashamed of how soaked I am for him.
“Shit baby..” Dabi grunts, his fingers pressing against my slit, then slowly rubbing my clit. “No need for any preparation at all, you’re already drenched. And all we did was just kiss, is that all it took?”
My frown doesn’t go unnoticed by him, his teasing turning my face red and I avert my gaze away from him. But Dabi brings my attention back at him again as he plunges his fingers deep inside, getting a high pitched moan out of my mouth at the sudden action. Two of his fingers, and I already feel full.
“Look at me..” he whispers, making me lock his eyes with his. With his thumb he rubs my clit in circles, carefully watching my movements and what made my body tick. I can see his bulge, already hard and begging to get out of his pants. I gulp at the huge size of it, wondering how will I even take him when it only took him two fingers to make me feel full.
I already feel the knot forming in my stomach as he continues fingering me, finding those spots that are making me squirm and moan breathlessly. He licks his lips at the sight, my hand grabbing his wrist, wanting him to go faster, harder until I cum.
“Greedy aren’t we?” Dabi taunts, the movements of his fingers sliding in and out my soaked hole becoming faster. He eagerly looks at the way my hips buck up and my legs tremble as I reach my high. I cum with a choked moan of his name between my lips, my eyes rolling back in pleasure as I ride out my orgasm on his fingers.
“Good.. that’s very good” Dabi grins, taking out his fingers and licking the juices off them, moaning at the taste.
“I love the way you say my name, angel. I wanna hear it more..”
Not wasting any second further, Dabi unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. As he lowers his boxers, my mouth falls open and my eyes widen as I look at him.
Fuck, he is indeed so big.
His cock, long and slightly curved, his veins popping out, connecting to his red tip already leaking precum. And most importantly, the piercings decorating his shaft, one by one they almost shine in the dimly lit room. Dabi strokes his cock slowly in front of me, a lazy grin spreading on his face.
“Like what you see, sweetheart? Though you seem kinda nervous” he adds. “Don’t let the piercings intimidate ya, these are just for fun.”
“N-No that’s not it” I blush. “It’s just that- well, with your fingers I already felt full. And now..”
Understanding what I meant, Dabi leans in to give me a kiss, positioning himself between my legs.
“Don’t worry, it will fit,” he whispers between kisses, gently biting my lip. “And if it doesn’t.. then I’ll make it fit. And you’ll take it all like a good girl, yes angel?”
“Yes Dabi...” I sigh, already feeling the heat coming back again, needy for more than just his fingers. He smears the tip against my folds, teasing me further while placing open mouthed kisses on my neck. My breathing gets harder, I buck my hips up to get more friction of his cock. He presses his tip against my entrance, slowly pushing it inside. I can already feel the stretch, my nails dig on his shoulders as I try to take all of him, inch by inch.
“Relax, doll” he says through gritted teeth. “Fuuuck you’re so damn tight, squeezin’ me like that..”
He gives me some time to get used to his size, before moving and sliding it in and out, putting on a steady pace. His hands grip my thighs firmly, keeping them spread.
“Nghh you suck me in so good, angel…” Dabi grunts in my ear, speeding up his pace. “Milking me dry like that”
My moans and whines get louder as he goes in and out of me, faster and deeper, I can feel each one of his piercings against my walls and the tip of his cock hitting every spot that makes me see stars.
“Harder…p-please!” I moan in his ear. Dabi is huge compared to me, his body overpowering mine, his hands easily keeping both my wrists above my head.
Hearing my words, he proceeds to put both my legs on top of his broad shoulders, the new position making me feel him way deeper inside of me.
“Like that baby?” he groans, the sound of his hips slamming against me now getting louder and faster, sweat and steam coming off his heated body.
“Y-Yes!!”
He reaches in to kiss me, his kiss so suffocating and possessive I almost choke on it, I have nowhere to escape as he keeps both my hands and legs locked in his grasp. I feel his hand on my thigh heating up more, slowly burning me on the process, though I am so high on pleasure that the pain only adds more to it. It’s all hot and steamy, his quirk adding more to the heat enveloping our bodies as we both reach our high. Dabi could easily ruin me, and in the state I am now, I don’t think I would even mind.
I almost want him to ruin me.
His fingers reach to play with my sore clit, and I feel myself breaking again.
“M’gonna cum!” I cry out, biting down on his shoulder.
“Go on, angel. Cum for me..” Dabi bites me back, already leaving hickeys on my neck. “That’s it, baby, squeeze me more- fuck- this fuckin’ pussy’s so damn good..”
He is clearly lost in pleasure as his hips begin to stutter, his breathing getting harder and his cock pulsating inside of me. His words and voice are enough to send me over the edge, orgasm crashing through me as I cum all over his length. The sounds he gets out of me are lewd and sinful, having the man I desire inside of me feels like heaven on earth.
“Mmhm that’s it, that’s my good girl” he praises, making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “Shit, gonna cum too fuckin’ take it-”
He comes inside of me with a loud groan, spurting hot cum deep inside of me and painting my walls white, so much to the point it starts leaking out.
“Take it all” he breathes out, lazily moving his hips and fucking all the cum back inside of me. I let him do as he pleases, completely worn out and just letting out soft whines from feeling so good and full.
We both take a minute to catch our breath, him still inside of me without moving.
“You okay, angel?” he whispers softly, removing strands of hair sticking on my forehead.
“Y-Yeah” I swallow, looking at his eyes. “You made me feel so good…”
Dabi grins, kissing me on the lips and stroking my cheek. We stay like this for a few more minutes, relaxing on each other’s touch and kisses.
Though my eyes widen as I feel him rock hard inside of me again, and he chuckles, staring back at me.
“Ready for round two, princess?”
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Title: You First {One-Shot} ***
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Lewis Hamilton x Reader
Warning: Plenty Of Words, Cursing, NSFW, 18+ Mature Content, Male & Female Receiving,
Words: 7.3k
Summary: Nah!
Note: Written on my phone's Notes app, so please forgive any weird spaces or if the look of this is off.
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You stared at the text then busted out laughing yet again. This time you couldn't control yourself. You let it all out not caring how loud you were.
"This fool," you said between gasps of air.
Was that supposed to be a love confession? Was that his way of saying he loved you or wanted to lock you down?  The more you thought about it the more you laughed. This fool couldn't be serious about anything. He always had some kinda joke or funny comeback. At the beginning of the text your heart melted, then at the end your eye roll took over. Did he make this graphic himself? Had he busted open a quote creator app and gotten carried away?
Sighing, you decided to fuck with him. After finding your own quote creator app you got busy creating. It took almost 10 minutes to finish because you quickly got sucked into the process and wanted to make it pretty. You looked it over again then hit send.
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The longer you admired your creation, the more you thought you did pretty good.
MSG Lewis:  Are you being serious right now?
As you giggled you typed out your reply.
MSG: Of course! I never lie about put me in the grave stroke game. It's so rare it must never be spoken about unless absolutely true or else you'll never experience it in life.
MSG Lewis:  🙄.
Again, you laughed.
MSG Lewis: See that's what I'm talking about. We're on the same wave length. You get me.
Snorting, you thought about his words.  He was right. You did get him. Often times you knew what he meant halfway through his sentence or knew how he felt just by looking at him, or even knew what he wanted without him uttering a single word. Sometimes you thought your connection was unsettling and it had taken many months for you to even embrace it and accept it for a cosmic connection. Now all you waited for were the 3 little words from his lips. 3 little words he'd been tight lipped with, 3 little words you could tell were at the tip of his tongue but dissolved whenever his brain and instincts entered the chat.
It wasn't that Lewis was a commitmentphobe. He liked all the perks of having a ride or die in his corner,  the support, the loyalty, the bomb sex, the intimacy, the comforting feeling of not going through life alone. He cherished all of that but a lot of times his battle with conquering and progression clouded things. He feared an unfulfilled life, feared not meeting all his goals on his endless list of goals that doubled and even tripled with each milestone he reached. He feared getting lost in anyone for fear of losing himself and his way. 
You'd seen that red flag that waved vigorously over his head the first time you spoke with him. It was a red flag that never went away but it was a red flag that your red flags enjoyed playing with. 
He didn't want to lose himself and neither did you. He wanted companionship and so did you. He wanted loyalty, support, bomb sex, a ride or die in his corner, intimacy that rivaled any other that others experienced, comfort, and goddamn it, so did you. He didn't want to depend on anyone or need someone, and fuck outta here neither did you. 
So, the musical chairs game you played worked well. There were kinks but the way the two of you were in your own personalities, those kinks always worked themselves out. This game, song and dance had been going on for 4 years now.  4 years of no strings attached companionship, loyalty, bomb sex, someone having your back, intimacy and comfort. 4 years of dating in the open in secret. 4 years of this connection and still neither of you had said the words. 
You wondered if it had turned into a game without either of you acknowledging it. Had there been times when the words were at the tip of your tongue? Sure. However you kept a tight chain on that shit because everyone knew that lose lips sink ships. Plus you weren't about to be the one at his mercy,  no matter how strong what you felt for him was.
MSG: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get you as much as you get me.
Putting your phone to the side, you tried to buckle down on the last bit of work so you could enjoy your 4-day weekend ahead.
MSG Lewis: Since I get you and you get me, when can I have you?
Just like that, you were distracted once again.
MSG: Depends. How do you want me?
MSG Lewis: Oh I think you know the answer to that already.
MSG: Nope. Tell me. I'm clueless.
MSG Lewis: I want you bent over the table on my penthouse balcony. Since I walked in and saw it the other day, I haven't been able to atop thinking about it.
MSG Lewis: I want you on your knees in front of me in broad daylight on that same balcony with my dick so far down your throat you can't breathe.
MSG Lewis: I want you against the wall of the pool here. The lights change color depending on the movement of the water and the sounds around. I want to see what pattern your moans make.
Your jaw was dropped, imagination running wild, and panties soaked. Fuck, you thought. For several minutes you just played through each of those fantasies. You didn't even realize how long you'd been trapped in them until your phone rang out startling you. When you saw it was Lewis, you took a few breaths to calm yourself. There was no way you were going to let him know he affected you.
"Hello?
"Were you just touching yourself?"
You scoffed, "I see you think very highly of yourself."
"Just asking."
"Not at all. I'm actually working."
"Boo."
"Says the workaholic."
He chuckled and the deepness of the sound sent a zing of electric current right to your lady parts.
"Mm."
"What was that little butterfly?"
"Nothing. That's a stupid nickname by the way."
"Oh, it definitely was something especially since you're trying to deflect from it by clowning the nickname I gave you. Do you remember why I gave it to you?"
You rolled your eyes.
"Nope. Forgot long time ago."
You were full of shit, you knew it and he knew it.
"Bullshit," Lewis called before continuing, "How could you forget that afternoon we spent having high tea at the garden? Well, we were supposed to be having high tea, instead my head was buried between your thighs barely touching you except for the lite barely there butterfly flicks of my tongue against your clit."
He moaned then and you couldn't help but slip your fingers to the place where you wanted them most. Well, you really wanted his fingers but yours would have to do.
"You remember now, little butterfly?"
Your finger swirled around your slick bud not wasting time with teasing. You wanted a release, and you wanted it now. Truth be told you were quite fond of the nickname. It brought back wonderful memories. Memories of a warm rays beaming on your skin, a gentle breeze caressing your back as his fingers did the same to your inner thigh. What a feeling to be Rosé tipsy and getting amazing head. Not much else could compare in the world.
"Mm you tasted better than those strawberry shortcake scones," Lewis teased.
The more he spoke the faster your finger swirled and the faster your finger swirled the shallower your breathing became.
"Oh little buttlerfly I can hear your breathing. Are you touching yourself to my voice? Using the dirty things I say to get a nut? Does it feel good?"
"Mm."
It was the softest of whimpers, but you knew he heard it. In response, Lewis let out a deep moan and you felt that moan right between your legs.
"Fuck, Lewis," you rasped.
"Tell me does it feel good, Y/N?"
"Ye--," you gasped as a strong wave of pleasure hit you. "Yes!”
"How good?"
"So fucking good," you replied already in a frenzy.
"As good as my fingers? "
You groaned, "No."
"As good as my mouth?"
Your panting turned to whines now as you felt how close you were. "No ne-never."
"As good as this long, thick dick?"
"Oh fuck..."
You heard his muffled grunting and knew he was doing the same thing you were. For a man of immeasurable control, you always pulled him to this point.
"I want your tight little pussy wrapped around my dick right now. I want to fuck you until you can't walk, speak, or even comprehend the English language. Fhhhuck!”
"I'm gonna cum Lewis I'm gonna--gonna...
"Cum with me little butterfly."
On command, your entire being shook as you found your release. Your high-pitched wails filled the room, and you couldn't care less who heard you. You were sure they'd heard far worse through your walls.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Lewis groaned.
You could hear him panting as he tried to get himself back under control.
"Come see me this weekend. I miss you."
"This weekend as in tomorrow?"
"Yeah. I know we have an agreement for at least 48 hour notice but---."
The silence stretched for a while.
"But?"
He sighed, then came rustling as you assumed he changed his positioning.
"I really do miss you," Lewis said, his voice soft and sincere.
You picked up on something else in it...something close to longing. You sat extra still and contemplated his words, allowing them to fully sink in. He sounded so vulnerable so delicate.
Oh boy, here you go, your brain said to your heart before you replied.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
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You don't know what divine and holy being you had to thank for everything coming together so effortlessly and flawlessly. Somehow you'd managed to snag a squeeze in, last minute show up appointment at your body spa for the works, nails, massage, wax, etc. You even managed to procure all the items from your favorite brands for the weekend in just 3 hours.
Things continued to move smoothly when you breezed through packing, an act that usually would take hours and inconceivable degrees of stress on the PS scale, and managed to be 100% put together in the back of the chauffeured car on the way to the private tarmac just after 1pm the next day. This had to be a record.
By the time you landed in Qatar, the sun was still high in the sky, and you felt like you were seconds away from evaporating into a sparkling plume of magical melanted fairy dust. You knew Lewis was probably with the team trying to tweak his car and come up with strategies for his upcoming race and you didn't want to interrupt but you now felt the magnitude of how much you'd missed him.
The debate in you went for the duration of the drive to Lewis' hotel and at the last minute you decided to just go to the hotel and push those feelings down. You didn't want to be the one who fell first. The drive was peaceful and scenic. Every sight you passed you gaped in awe. There was something so majestic about simple surroundings with mind-boggling architecture that encapsulated a country in the best of the past and the future. When you walked into the penthouse you received a message from Lewis.
MSG Lewis: Landed?
MSG: Yep.
MSG Lewis: On your way to the paddock?
MSG: Nope.
That was the last message you got from him until he walked inside the penthouse 4 hours later. The sun was setting beautifully over the sky, bathing everything in milky oranges, purples and reds setting the scene with the dinner you'd just finished cooking in the state-of-the-art kitchen. Yeah, you could have ordered room service, but you wanted to give him one of his favorites authentically made. The soft instrumentals playing made it so you didn't hear him come in. It wasn't until Roscoe jumped up on your leg did you realize you weren't alone anymore.
"Oh my goodness, Roscoe. Hi baby. How are you?"
You were stooping rubbing the fashionable bulldog down and cuddling him close. You'd missed him and from the way he lapped at every inch of exposed skin you could tell he missed you too.
"Have you been a good boy for daddy? Have you? Yes? Oh, you're so cute."
You peppered kissed along his frame then gathered him in your arms. Roscoe took full advantage and attacked you with licks, pinning you down. You giggled and wiggled trying to hide your mouth from him. You loved him to death, but you kissed no dog on the mouth.
From somewhere to the side, you heard a series of tongue clicks and seconds later Roscoe climbed off of you and padded away. From your lying position, you saw Lewis standing there with Roscoe assuming his perfectly trained position, right at his feet.
"What are you jealous?"
The corner of his mouth twitched. You stood and rearranged your form-fitting jersey dress and saw Lewis' eyes rake over your frame. His eyes rested at your hips which the dress accentuated, and a smirk slipped across your lips.
"I dont get jealous," Lewis said.
You snorted knowing he was the one who was full of shit now. He'd never admitted it, but you knew there had been several occasions where his jealousy manifested in the form of a back breaking, cervix bruising fuck all because of the attention you drew in his presence.
"Thats the hello I get little butterfly?"
Scoffing, you crossed the room to him then wrapped your arms around him pressing up so close to him your bodies melded perfectly. Lewis let out a soft sigh as he reciprocated your action. The longer you remained in his arms the tighter he held you.
"Mm, you smell good," you mumbled against his neck.
Lewis pulled back then gazed into your eyes, "So do you."
His lips softly pressed to yours, surprising you. You expect something more fevered and frenzied but there was nothing frenzied about the way his lips moved across yours. The languid way his tongue coaxed your lips apart continued with the way it stroked and wrapped around yours. He was taking his time, pressing this moment to his physical memory banks. When his hands slid down to rest on your hips, he pulled you closer and a groan slipped from him vibrating against your lips.
Lewis' fingertips pressed roughly into your flesh and the heat from him seared the fabric of your dress and branded you. "Mm."
When he pulled back, his forehead was pressed against yours. "Thank you for coming," he whispered.
Holy shit you thought. This was new somehow. There was something about this exchange that felt different from every other one over the years. The way your heart thundered against your rib cage was also new and because of how close you were, you worried he could feel it. Just as you were going to pull away from him, you looked up into those dangerous burnt honey and bourbon eyes and you were trapped, captivated and so ready for him.
The moment was thick with the promise of more but then Roscoe cut the sexual tension with a bark. That was where you found the strength to tear yourself from him creating space as you wondered what the fuck that was.
"Hungry? I made your favorite."
Lewis rubbed the back of his neck and shook his head as if he too had been greatly affected by whatever that was just now. 
"Starving."
"Cool. I set the table on the balcony. Thought we could eat out there," you said walking back to the kitchen counter.
"Need help?"
"No. You and Roscoe go sit I'll be out soon."
Lewis lingered for a few moments before he walked off to the balcony with Roscoe trotting behind him. You busied yourself plating up the meal you'd made with him in mind. Then you plated Roscoe's vegan feast. When you put his bowl down, Roscoe immediately went for it.
"Roscoe, what do you say?"
Like the obedient pup he was, he stopped in his tracks before he buried his face in the bowl then yipped at you before circling you once and giving your exposed leg a lick. Your heart melted.
"Good boy," Lewis rewarded.
Roscoe then happily dug into his food as you placed the rest of the plates on the table. Before you pulled out your chair, Lewis beat you to it. He was always the perfect gentleman but because of the moment you shared earlier this also felt different.
"Thank you."
"It smells amazing," Lewis complimented as he prepared to dig in.
You watched him take a hearty forkful then smiled when his eyes lit up. He moaned and added another forkful before finishing what was already in his mouth.
"Mm."
You giggled and followed his action. He was right. It was good, you knew that though. As you ate, he told you about his last few weeks of work and play. He told you about the week he'd spent with Miles in Japan and the latest on his niece and nephew and other family members. Then he listened attentively as you spoke about your last few weeks and the details of how you'd spent your time away from him.
By the time dinner and dessert were finished and the sun had long set, you continued to listen as he spoke of his day and the changes they'd made for the next race. He looked tired as if this chosen career was taking its toll. A sudden urge to give him a massage washed over you and without thought you stood, moved behind him and did just that. As expected, his shoulders were tense.
Almost as soon as you started Lewis moaned then relaxed under your hands. His words stopped and the only sounds around you were the sounds of Roscoe peacefully napping at your feet and the quiet nature sounds of Qatar. The longer you massaged you found yourself relaxing as if this was as natural to you as breathing. When you felt Lewis' head resting against your stomach you looked down and found his eyes staring at you with nothing but tenderness and awe. It was then you realized how very domestic this was especially right now.
Lewis' eyes continued to bore into you making it impossible to look away. Gradually your hands slowed until they came to a complete stop. One thing that did not stop was your heart. It pounded loudly in your ears, and you knew he could either hear it or feel it. You tore your eyes from his and looked into the sky at the full moon.
"U-uh--um...this is amazing, so beautiful," you stuttered as you stepped away from him ready to clear the dishes away.
Before you made it, Lewis grabbed your hand and pulled you to him bringing you down into his lap. Again, on instinct you wrapped your arms around his neck while his engulfed your waist.
"Did you miss me, Y/N?"
His voice was low, only loud enough for you to hear. You watched him rake his eyes over every inch of your face before he gazed back into your eyes.
"Did you miss me?"
It was a cop-out; he'd told you that he did last night. Lewis smirked then sighed as he tipped his head back to look in the sky. Nudging his chin up to it, he spoke.
"I’ve looked at that moon every night no matter where I've been for the last 5 weeks, and I thought of you."
You looked across to the full moon then back at him. He looked as if he were having an internal debate over something. He remained quiet for several long moments and when he spoke again, what he said surprised you.
"I thought what is she doing right now? Is she looking at the same moon? Does she miss me? Is she having fun right now or is she home unable to shake the inexplainable blues? Or am I out of sight and out of mind? Is she smiling at someone else right now the way she smiles at me or letting them kiss on her? Is she working herself into the ground or unable to get up because of how crippled she is with this confusing sadness?"
Lewis took a breath then harshly released it. Keeping his eyes on the moon, he continued oblivious to how you were crumbling before him.
"This moon is the only thing that made me feel closer to you. This moon has seen me do embarrassing things all in the name of you. Things I don't fully understand yet. Things that are completely unexpected especially for me."
You remained silent unable to speak because you knew if you did you would blurt the answers to each and every one of those questions he wondered about. So, you bit your tongue and focused on not crumbling any further and resisting the urge to kiss him. His eyes shifted to you, and everything became too much.
"You’re so beautiful like this," Lewis whispered bringing his hand up to caress your cheek.
"I look jet lagged."
He smiled softly, "You look flawless."
Your stomach did backflips now. Holy hell, the man was on a mission to ruin you.
"I missed you too," you said in a daze.
They were words you hadn't planned on saying, words you'd been trying to keep in for weeks. Words you were reluctant to speak out loud because words carried weight. Words held implications and brought complications. From the way he looked at you now you could tell those complications had just sprouted and had now woven around the two of you. A clean break looked to be something that was quickly drifting out of reach.
Lewis' cupped the back of your head then pulled your lips to his. Kissing you slowly he sparked the desire for him in you that laid just below the surface--always just at the surface. Within seconds you twirled your tongue with his, teasing as good as you got. It didn't take long for the kiss that began slowly and felt timid and investigative to turn sultry. When he moaned against you, yours followed.
You felt like you'd been struck by lightning, but the feeling was 10 times more electrifying as if you stood in the sand in the middle of a storm and the act of lightning striking the sand also set you ablaze wrapping you in a cocoon of flames and electricity. Soon you'd pulled the hair tie from his hair leaving his black and blonde braids free.
Your lungs burned and begged for air--they pleaded for the very sustenance that would prolong your life, but you didn't give them what they craved because you craved something else entirely. Lewis pulled his lips from yours then bombarded your neck with kisses. The more he kissed the hazier everything became. When you leaned back the clatter of dishes brought you back to reality.
"Lewis--the--the dishes," you whispered. Anything louder was above you right now.
"Leave them. It doesn't matter."
Moving you as he pleased, he rearranged your positioning so you were now straddling him.
"The dishes will sit here if--if--."
Lewis claimed your lips again clearly in an attempt to shut you up. You moaned as you felt his hardness press against the quickly dampening fabric of your underwear.
"Lewis," you groaned again.
"Tomorrow’s another day."
With that he went back to your neck this time sucking his path to the one spot he knew you would be powerless to fight against. Your gasp was high-pitched and jagged when he sank his teeth into your flesh.
"Fuck," you croaked as you held onto him tighter. "Lewis."
His lips were on a mission, and it was to make your panties not just damp but soaked. He was well on the right path, and he knew it. The feel of his hand sliding around your waist and against your stomach left a trail of heat and need. Then when he pressed his palm between your breasts right at your sternum, he paused. You knew he was feeling your heartbeat.
Lewis' eyes met yours and the same wild passion you felt thundering inside of you, you saw mirrored back in his eyes, and it scared the shit out of you. He continued to press down sending your back to rest against the edge of the table.
From there he trailed that same hand up, up, up to your neck where he gripped it and squeezed. It wasn't hard enough to cause harm but just enough to thoroughly ruin your underwear. Another moan escaped you and this one was very telling. Lewis brought his other hand into the mix just before he dipped down and cupped your breasts.
"Oh fuck, Lewis," you whined.
The feel of his large hands massaging you sent actual chills through you and made you want him even more.
"I like the way my name sounds from your mouth," he mumbled against your neck never stopping the assault on your skin. If he kept this up, you were sure you'd cum.
At the thought of cumming Lewis doubled down on the spot on your neck while his hands continued massaging your breasts. Every so often he tweaked your nipple through the thin fabric of the dress. His hands left your breasts for a few moments, and you whined, begging him to come back. Lewis gripped your hips as he stood. His body was now keeping you pressed against the table while he slid the dishes to the side of the table away from the two of you, then he plopped you on it.
From your half-lying position, you stared at him taking in how unbridled he looked. His hair hung loose around his face, lips red and swollen, eyes completely glazed as he stared at you like you were his next meal.
"So damn beautiful," he mumbled before he hovered over you and kissed you.
The kiss was so passionate, so deep, and all-consuming that you struggled to hang on to your sanity, struggled to keep yourself restrained so you didn't say something you oughtn't. Lewis kissed a blazing trail down your throat, across your collar then down the center of your body until he nipped at your nipple which strained through the material of your dress begging for more.
"Mmm."
His lips didn't stop there though, when he kissed just below your belly button, he gripped your thighs.
"I'm hungry."
His intention was now crystal clear, and it broke through the haze in your brain. You gaped at him.
"What?! Here? We're outside on the balcony Lewis."
"So what?"
He slowly hiked up the hem of your dress as your brain sputtered, "So what? People could see."
Again, Lewis' response was nonchalant, "So?"
Dropping a kiss to your inner thigh, he sucked onto your flesh making your nether parts twitch and throb. He was not playing fair. Lewis trailed a path of open-mouthed kisses, nibbles and fire to your pelvis. Your body involuntarily lurched upward sending your sex brushing against his jaw. Lewis groaned then cussed.
"For fuck, Y/N, you will be the death of me."
He laid the flat of his tongue against your core then licked upward nudging your clit which felt incredible, so incredible you exclaimed into the night air.
"Baby," you whispered.
"Still stop, little butterfly?"
"What if someone sees? We can end up on TMZ or Daily Mail? If that happens everyone will know, this--this becomes--crazy."
Lewis stared at you really thinking about your words. He looked like he was quickly running through the possibility, but not even a minute went by before he spoke again.
"Listen to me. I want you in every aspect of the word want, everything it epitomizes. Everything."
Lewis scoffed then shook his head. "I want you, Y/N. I want you emotionally, mentally, physically, I want to engulf you, swallow you whole so my entire being captures your entire being."
Holy shit in a manger, you thought as his words washed over you. The intensity in his eyes only stole more of your breath.
"I don’t see outside, I dont see a balcony, I don’t see anything but you…and me."
Lewis laced his fingers through yours holding your hands against the table in the most tender way. His eyes so clear and open bore into you working whatever magic he had that always made you want to give in to him. "Let me have you…all of you. Every inch, every single part that you hide and tuck away, every part that you hold back from me, every layer that you deny. All of you."
Elsa's ice castle had nothing on you, right now in this moment being pinned underneath the last man you had ever expected to fall for, you were completely frozen as every single feeling you were currently feeling came to life in your mind in the form of screams. He'd always had a way with words and right now you decided to be just like Elsa and let it go.
And that was what you did. You let go. You pulled him to you by the collar of his shirt and crashed your lips to his then kissed him like the desperate, needy woman you were. All the weeks of pent-up urges and desires came pouring out of you. You no longer cared to hold back, no longer cared if you slipped up and said something first. He'd just said plenty. Lewis moaned as he battled for control but found no winning ground until he pulled away then kissed down your body again.
With rapid movements he raked your dress up around your waist then pushed your panties to the side. Once you were bare for him, he buried his face between your legs wasting no time on teasing. He licked and sucked at you like he were a starving man and every moment without the sweetness between your thighs caused him mortal pain.
You arched your back off of the table as your moans echoed around you. Resting your hand on his head you used it to center yourself. You knew you weren't going to last long; it had been too long, and you wanted too much. Lewis released your other hand and used his fingers to spread you. He then concentrated attention of his tongue against your clit sent you over the edge and you collided hard into your release.
A long drawn-out screech left you as your body convulsed from the sheer power of your orgasm. The sun had set hours ago but the entire sky lit up again with the oranges, purples, and reds. As you rode the wave of pleasure, Lewis remained between your legs inching you higher and higher with a series of mini orgasms that left his name on your lips.
When he emerged and kissed his way up your body he nuzzled your neck. "You've never shook before," he said looking into your eyes.
"Something is different," you whispered.
He studied you for a few moments then nodded, but before he spoke you kissed him again as you sat up. Taking control, you turned your bodies putting him against the table. Lifting off his shirt, you dropped it to the floor before you attacked his chest and teasing the spot right at his collar.
"Aaah, shit."
You didn't relent hellbent on making him as weak as you'd been moments ago. Lewis gripped the edge of the table as you continued your onslaught of kisses, licks and nibbles across every inch of his exposed flesh. When you made your way down his chest, and across his abs his eyes were glued to you. As you met them, you undid his pants then yanked them down. His hardness sprang free then bobbing in the air before you. Pre-cum dribbled from him while the length of him spasmed. You blew on it, making him groan loudly.
"Fuck don't tease me, Y/N, I can't take it."
You smirked. "As you wish."
With that you took the entire length of him into your mouth bottoming out as you tightened your throat around him.
"Aahggh!”
You moaned when you felt him throb even more from the tight confines you'd forced him into. Your name tumbled from his lips over and over, and as it did you pushed past all the boundaries and things got messier and messier. Each moan of your name sounded softer and softer until he looked to be completely at your mercy.
Before you knew it, Lewis had pulled you to your feet and crashed his lips to yours. His tongue coiled around yours just before he sucked pulling you into a sinful exchange that you desperately wanted more of. As he kissed you, he lifted you securing you on his lap and in the same breath lowered you until he was filling you to capacity.
"Oh fuck!”
Neither of you moved, both of you allowing the moment to consume you. However, neither of you could stand the stillness for long. Lewis lifted your body then lowered you again sending a shiver through you when he nudged deep inside of you. Fuck he felt good, you thought to yourself, throwing your head back.
As he moved you against him, you rocked on him using him to chase your next release. Soon your movements became frenzied, both of you desperate for one another.
"Y/N," Lewis grunted.
Each time you flicked your hips forward, he held you tighter. Soon he was practically dropping you on his cock allowing gravity to do the work. Every time he did that you clenched around him sensing how close you were.
"God, you feel so good baby," you said, holding onto him tightly.
Lewis turned and splayed you across the table spreading your legs wide so he could watch himself slide in and out of you.
"So fucking pretty. Watch me fuck you little butterfly. Watch this thick dick fill you up."
You eased onto your elbows and did as you were told. Your pleasure increased as you watched the sensual act of your coupling. Every few strokes, Lewis slowed down then locked eyes with you.
"Mmm do you see that? Your tight little pussy creams for me."
Dipping your hand down, you swirled your clit then rolled your eyes to the back of your head when that lit a fire for something so intense you could feel it burning through you like a lit TNT fuse.
"Oh god I'm gonna cum," you warned.
"Cum for me little butterfly. Cum all over this dick. Let me see how good I make you feel. How perfect we are for each other."
Lewis circled his hips hitting every angle with precision and without mercy. The pounding of your heart in your ears drowned everything out. The only thing you could focus on was the way your body tingled as if the entire thing was asleep and slowly waking up.
"Yes, yes, yes right there. Right fucking there Lewis!”
When you screamed your body shook again, you'd lost all control. Lewis' lips claimed yours, swallowing your scream but joining you with his own shout. It felt as if he were taking the life from your body but giving you his in exchange, fusing you together in an unbreakable bond. In those seconds that both of you came together you transcended space itself, floating off out of your body to soar in ecstasy just before an inky darkness swallowed you whole.
Slowly your eyes fluttered open and the first thing you noticed was the feel of softens under and around you. It contrasted from one of the last feelings you remembered before your world went dark. You realized in moments that you weren't on the table anymore. Glancing to your right you squinted as bright sunlight assaulted your retinas. A soft groan left you then you rolled to your left hoping to get away from it.
Your arms stretched and you took note of the emptiness beside you. That didn't feel right. You shot your head up and looked around, keeping your eyes squinted. It was either early morning or afternoon and you were not in your own bed. You dropped back down and allowed the memories to come back. When they did, you flopped onto your back and flinched as the throbbing ache of your body became a focal point.
"Jesus. What the fuck Lewis," you groaned reaching between your legs as the ache persisted. When you did that, you felt the soreness of your back and it was then you remembered lying against the stone table as Lewis had his way with you.
Coiling into a ball you flinched at the raw burn of your knees. When you looked at them you saw how bruised and chaffed they were. You recollected kneeling before him as you brought him to the brink of recklessness then again on the table as he buried his face between the full swells of your ass.
'Shit."
Though you were in pain your body thrummed alive with the beginning stirs of desire. Unbelievable you thought. You wanted him even now. Sitting up, you slowly slid to the foot of the bed then took a breath before you stood. Upright the thoroughness of the fucking you'd taken last night washed over you and you smirked because you regretted nothing.
After a piping hot shower where the pressurized showerheads worked magic on your aches, pains and soreness, you felt more human. When you walked out of the bedroom wrapped in your robe you made your way to the kitchen hoping to find some strong Middle Eastern coffee that would make you feel like a NASA rocket.
Before you made it to the kitchen you caught sight of Lewis from the corner if your eye on the balcony working out. He dropped to the floor did 5 perfect push-ups then 5 plank tucks before coming back up to do a sequence of right and left hooks with short jabs. He did it again and again and by the 4th rep your jaw was dropped as you stared at him. His body glistened with sweat and that sweat only made his newfound more defined muscles that much more mouthwatering.
You slurped back the little bit of drool that was almost dribbling from the corner of your mouth, "Holy shit."
Unable to look away you watched him move on to pull ups. With his back facing you, you got the perfect view of his shoulders and the incredible definition of his back. He was gorgeous and you knew then that though you hadn't said the words to him it didn't make it less true. You wanted him and he had you in more ways than you liked.
Unexpectedly, Lewis turned and caught you ogling him. A cheeky smirk stretched across his perfect face, and you knew there was no way to play it off. Still, you tried. Clearing your throat, you walked to the kitchen and said a silent prayer for health and wealth to whoever delivered the coffee then poured some into the ornate and vintage looking tea and coffee cup, then smiled as you took a sip.
"Mm."
The flavors of cardamom, cinnamon, hints of cedar, creamy pistachio and something close to cherry washed over your tastebuds and in seconds you'd finished the cup. It was that good. You poured a second cup then took your tine with it.
You could feel Lewis' eyes burning into you and though he made no sound you knew he was coming to you. When his scent wrapped around you, you sank your teeth into your bottom lip hoping to stifle the moan. He didn't touch you, but you knew just how close he was to you. Just when his proximity alone was causing havoc on your senses, he brushed his lips to your ear.
"Good morning."
The sudden urge to push him against the wall filled you but you resisted.
"Was it? I woke up alone. For a man who said he wanted me here you sure don't show it."
Lewis came around the kitchen island and took a coffee for himself. "Of course, I want you here, Y/N."
You rolled your eyes. "Yet I'm sleeping alone and you're working out."
You were only teasing him but parts if it felt true. Lewis put his cup down and came around to you wrapping his arms around you.
"I'm sorry. When you blacked out last night or this morning for the 3rd time, I put you in bed, but I was still wired, like more wired than I've ever been. I tried everything video games, working, reading, watching tv nothing worked. I just wanted you more and more. This workout took the edge off."
You let his words resonate. Blacked out? Third time? He wanted you? You finished your coffee then walked out of the kitchen toward the balcony. The memories flashed through your head like a movie. You had blacked out 3 times. He'd put in work work.
"So you were trying to hold back your perv tendencies."
Lewis snorted then wrapped his arms around you again.
"If I'm a perv then what does that make you?"
He turned you to face him and you smirked.
"The innocent obviously."
Lewis smiled then caressed your jaw. "I'm sorry I took too much last night."
You studied him for a moment then smiled. "I'm standing and able to walk. I don't think it was too much."
Lewis stared into your eyes trying to figure out if that was true.
"So you're working out because you're still horny."
He licked his lips then slid his hands down your arms.
"I'm working out because I'm wired and--you're not helping with what you're wearing."
His thumbs hooked at the collar of your robe teasing it. You smirked.
"Oh no?"
You pulled the sash then dropped the robe at your feet to stand before him completely bare. Lewis sucked in a sharp breath as his eyes raked over your body. His expression was pained as if he felt tortured.
"You want to not be able to walk or sit right today huh."
With a shrug, you slipped a hand down the front of his basketball shorts then smirked once you had the prize in hand.
"You're already so hard."
Boldness overtook you making you lower to your knees. You ignored the burn from the stretching skin over your knees and pulled him free.
"It's day time little butterfly. Someone could be watching," Lewis cautioned.
You smiled while stroking his length, preparing him for you.
"Then I better give a good show."
With that you lowered your mouth down his need, wasting no time with teasing.  Lewis' hands slipped to the back of your head as he watched you please him. The tight clench of his jaw said he was barely holding on at this point. When he began thrusting forward, pumping your mouth you opened your throat so you could take more of in.
'Aaaagh! You're ruining me Y/N. I'm completely fucking ruined for anyone who isn't you!"
You moaned then slurped your way up his shaft and smiled as you jerked him.
"You like hearing that huh? Like knowing that you've got me to the point where I dream about you at night and fantasize about you during the day. Like knowing that anyone who approaches me to flirt or hint at wanting to be on their knees in front of me like this is met with quick dismissal."
You moaned again then found his dick slipping down your throat. With a few thrusts, Lewis was fucking your throat for his enjoyment and your punishment for your cockiness. He knew you liked knowing that.
"You like knowing that your name is my favorite thing to moan. Like knowing that I only want you, I only want to be around you, I only want to show you these countries, I only want to experience this life with you by my side."
You paused completely shocked at the turn of his confession.
"Lewis--."
"Don't deny it."
He didn't give you the chance to before he shoved his cock right back in your mouth. Taking control, you gave everything you had used all the tricks in your repertoire all in the name of his pleasure. Within moments Lewis grunted and held tightly to your head as he released spurt after spurt of himself down your throat. You moaned as the hot thick substance hit the back of your throat, but you didn't pull away, you locked eyes with him and swallowed everything he gave.
"Fuck!”
Lewis pulled you up then threw you over his shoulder before stalking toward the bedroom. Once there he dropped you onto the bed and watched as you spread wide for him. Lowering himself, he hovered over you then swiped the tip of his hardness across your sex. You shivered then bit your bottom lip.
"You like knowing that you are the only woman I could ever--would ever want to go completely bare with."
His words brought back the memory of just that happening all night and early morning. Lewis watched you waiting for you to say something, object, anything but you didn't. Lewis slowly nudged forward pushing into you so achingly slow making sure you felt every inch, all the stretch as your body tried to accommodate him after it being pushed to the brink hours before. You gasped as the mix of pleasure and pain sent you so close to the edge it became impossible to breath.
Lewis looked as close as you were. With him fully seated inside of you, your eyes lingered as his body did over you.
"I'm yours, Y/N."
Your breath caught and the only thing for you to do was come clean.
"I'm yours."
At first Lewis looked completely surprised but then slowly he smiled.
"Took you long enough."
You snorted. "You still said it first."
Lewis flicked his hips forward making you groan.
"We'll see who says it most."
Drawing his hips back he plowed forward with full force making your eyes roll back and your body quiver. It was going to be a long day.
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I watched the unaired Selection pilots so you don't have to
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But, if you want to, you can do so here, and here (password: “selection”), credit to Media Garage on YouTube
Edit: links no longer active
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The Selection (2012)
Strong Hunger Games vibes throughout, the plain-text opening screen isn't helping
Stock-footage of rolling hills gets replayed way too much
ETHAN PECK?
Unlike in the books, America only finds out she's been entered into The Selection after she gets selected, so the plot point about the photoshoot & her radiant smile being the thing which gets her selected no longer applies, I guess
Everyone in the YouTube comments was saying that Aspen and Maxon were miscast & the actors' roles should have been swapped (... No comment. I believe in you, Mr Peck)
This castle is looks too small to fit 24 TV show contestants in it
Fiona, unprompted: “Can you keep a secret, America?”
America: “I have been known to”
Fiona: “I play the violin”
Okay? (This is actually a very sweet moment and, again, Fiona may be the best actress in this)
This episode covered a significant portion of the first book, out of order, which makes me wonder if the intention was to cover all 3 books in one series.
This almost feels like half of a film, making me wonder if someone adapted a film spec script into a tv show spec script
Apparently, Fiona has a secret child and Celeste knows about it, causing Fiona to drop out on day one and tearfully warn America to “trust no one, there's no such thing as friends here”- which is a fucking wild thing to say when she's probably the only contestant who's been nice to America so far & Celeste didn't even need to get to know her to know her secrets because she has spies anyway 😭
It's worth reminding you that they have been at the palace for one entire day total
You think Queen Amberly is being fleshed out in this version but... Hmm
Amberly appears to be the one pulling the strings from behind the scenes (she confronts Celeste about extorting Fiona, tells her "she would have gone home in due time" and to "leave America to me. Anything we do to try and separate them [her and Maxom] will only make him want her more")
Again: IT HAS BEEN A DAY
America sees her servant gathering all her dresses (none of which she has used yet, bar the yellow and green ones) including the iconic blue one from the book cover. America asks what's happening and the servant replies: “Prince Maxom's orders”
Cut to America's family. They open a box with a glittering pair of high heels inside. I guess this is supposed to mirror the part of the book where Maxom cuts off the stipend for 2's and 3's who are in the selection?
If you think this version feels unfaithful to the book, just wait until you see The CW's pilot
IT HAS BEEN ONE DAY
Runtime: one day 45 minutes
Final rating: 5/10, kinda long and stiff in places and the set design was all over the place. Felt like a Hallmark movie (the set design didn't help). Probably would watch another episode of this if it was a full series or a limited series of 3-6 episodes. A little script-doctoring and a better set would work wonders.
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The Selection (2013)
I cannot stress enough: this version begins with a sex scene between Maxom and a servant
Okay, I got ahead of myself; it actually begins with another hunger-games-esque black screen with text on it, text which reads “Someday, in the future”, which is read aloud by a woman's voice.
We zoom in on a much roomier-looking castle on a hill, as a random whip sound effect plays (leading into the sex scene, in which no whips are present)
All the female servants in the palace are dressed in sexy maid costumes and I wish I was kidding
The world map explaining the history of Illea is CONFUSING AS HELL, but maybe they hadn't nailed down all the details yet. I'm genuinely not sure
ANTONY HEAD?
Aspen is introduced tied to a St Andrew's cross and being watched over by a guard. America asks the guard to free him, he chases her through the streets, she circles back and cuts Aspen down
America's selection is similar to the 2012 pilot, except Aspen is present. America asks her mom why she'd enter her into the selection when “You know I'm with Aspen”, so uh, I guess they're not keeping it a secret here.
There's also no mention of Aspen being of a lower caste than her, nor of America having a job other than the vague title of "laboring class" which hangs over them all, vaguely
This is a masterclass in editing and pacing. The dialogue is okay, but the added geopolitics make no sense. Any issues with this are smoothed over by the fact that the plot keeps moving forwards at a breakneck pace to keep you distracted.
The lack of breathing room would probably be too confusing for an audience who wasn't already familiar with The Selection
The set here is absolutely beautiful but unfortunately it gives me Merlin vibes, and casting Antony Head as the king does not help with this.
Maxon attempts to pull a Mr Darcy. He then tells America that if she runs away with Aspen, the guards will beat him to a pulp and they'll both spend the rest of their lives in prison. America suggests that she make the monarchy look good so the working class don't side with the rebels. Looks like we're going full Hunger Games.
Celeste's handmaiden seems way too devoted to her; they turn out to be lovers
Just when you think Maxon might start redeeming himself, we see the palace guards swarm Aspen and kicking him. Maxom stands nearby on his horse overseeing this so there's no question of whether he did it or not
Final rating: 6/10, I would absolutely watch another episode of this. It was an absolute mess, but I've seen teen wolf, so I'm not gonna pretend I'm above it.
This feels like the kind of pilot which would get greenlit just to attract hateviewers.
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Neither protagonist had red hair and neither adaptation was trying particularly hard to give it to her (2012: dark red box dye. 2013: blonde!)
These actors are doing their best and some of them even seem to be having fun (good for them)
In the 2013 pilot, the writers lampshade America running around “like an action hero”, but she promptly forgets how to do that by the midpoint of the episode, so w/e
It feels like the 2013 pilot was a reworking of the 2012 pilot, because there were too many similarities carried over from one script to another which weren't present in the original book, like Fiona having a secret relationship.
I forgot to mention that Aspen has a brother in the 2013 pilot. He seems to be adapted from the palace guard who has a relationship with one of the contestants in a later book.
I can't get over how fucking weird of a decision it is to make the kind and likeable love interest into a power-corrupt despot, but it does feel more true to an actual monarchy. I assume they were trying to give Maxon a bad-boy vibe, which doesn't make much sense because that's supposed to be Aspen's whole deal.
There was a whole subplot in both pilots where an advisor character is revealed to be working with the rebels at the end of the episode
Extremely funny to me that the 2012 pilot makes a point of mentioning that sex before marriage is illegal and the 2013 pilot opens with premarital sex with the prince regent
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gevivys (beauty) │ Chapter 6: Fury
terms of endearment ‘verse: see my Masterlist for the correct series order!
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Chapter 1 │Chapter 2 │Chapter 3 │Chapter 4 │Chapter 5 │Chapter 6 │Chapter 7 │Chapter 8 │Chapter 9 │Chapter 10 (COMPLETE!)
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Synopsis: Daemon returns to King's Landing after ten years in exile, intent on rekindling his affair with Rhaenyra. He wasn't expecting you - the revelation changes everything.
Hello, everyone! I know, I know - yeeting these out, aren’t I? A small change of plans, in that this one is the OG Chapter 4 split in half; I’m THIS close to having Chapter 7 done, too, and after that, it’s minor edits to the existing work. I’ve done the major reworking for this instalment, so yaaaaay! Only gotta rephrase/add slight things to upcoming chapters to make it all round out cohesively. As always, thanks to my slap daddy @ewanmitchellcrumbs​ for reassuring me that this makes sense! YAY!
TRIGGERS: incest, purity culture, violence, age gap, dubious consent.
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Luring you in is easier said than done.
He finds you when and where he can, your seemingly untraceable movements easily resolved through quick conversation with Harrold Westerling, none other than the Lord Commander himself. A stolid, serious man, he’d taken little issue to his Prince’s request, providing Cole’s whereabouts with an ease that speaks to the Kingsguard’s acclimatisation to your routine. He does not particularly enjoy searching you out by means of the Stormlander knight, but needs must.
Daemon does it all, too. He spends what time he is able in your company, taking care not to press his suit too forcefully and scare you off; he regales you with tales of his nobler deeds and escorts you to meals with your family; he unearths his old stockpiles of accrued riches and selects the few among them he thinks you might like; he plies you with adulation and declares you to be the fairest maiden in all the known world, the envy of every creature fortunate enough to lay eyes upon you. He gives this endeavour all the effort he possesses, more so than any past conquest, for you are infinitely more valuable than some cheap fuck, and he is so sure that you will receive his attentions with a sweet smile and a ready spirit, all too willing to take the hand he is silently offering with every look and every word, urging you to accept him and—
And nothing. It drives him mad. So distracted is he that he begins to draw further and further away from his old associates, declining their entreaties wherever he might. The most recent occasion had left a rather sour taste in his mouth.
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“Come on, man! Where is your head tonight?” Dargood asks, leaning across one of his many acquaintances to yell at him over the din. “You’ve not said a word all evening!”
Daemon lifts the tankard and takes a lengthy draught. “Ah—perhaps you bore me, then.” A wan smile curves as their gathered companions roar with laughter.
Truthfully, he’s been avoiding the lot of them; they desire little else than to drink and fight and fuck. While his taste for such pastimes hasn’t exactly waned, his enthusiasm has taken a great blow. He can only presume it has something to do with you, blasted tempting girl you are. Each time he resigns himself to one of these outings—each time he must playact at interest in the whores Dargood parades before him in yet another reputed establishment—all he sees in his mind’s eye is your face, wounded disappointment clouding your beauty and transforming it into something haunted and sorrowful.
Kettleblack snorts. “Of course he’s bored, what with his Delight waiting for him in the Keep! Probably wishing he was back in her right now!”
“Or is it his Delight in that shithole that he’s craving?” Hollard asks. The reminder of the whore—of that embarrassingly public affair in which he’d shouted your name in a fucking brothel, of all places—churns in Daemon’s gut.
He looks suspiciously towards Dargood, who shrugs innocently. Dargood had been the only one to pay attention as the whore had led him away and up the stairs; and, when he’d lurched from that shabby chamber after spilling himself like a green boy, he’d come across the other man loitering in the hall outside, expression alight as though he’d just learned some great secret.
He’d have to impress the importance of silence upon his longtime comrade a little more forcefully, it seems.
“Whatever will he do—two silver-haired lasses ready to spread their legs for him?” One of the men whose name he cannot recall grins, revealing his missing front teeth in all their hideous glory. Eyes glittering meanly, he adds, “Who has the time?”
Daemon dislikes the turn in conversation. “Now, now, lads,” he says with a conceited sneer, though his heart isn’t in it. “It’s poor form to tell tales of the royal bedchamber. Or one’s exploits in them.”
“Lucky bastard!”
He levels a look at this unknown. “I assure you; my mother and father were wed.” The manner in which he emphasises it, with a raise of the brow to accentuate, leaves no man unaware of his intent.
“Oi!” he exclaims, indignant even as the others guffaw. “What exactly are you suggesting?”
“Nothing at all. Only; they say bastards have a certain”—here, Daemon pauses and lets his gaze travel assessingly over his form, settling back with a smirk after completing his observation—“ look about them.”
Uproarious mirth follows his pronouncement, though it did not nearly warrant the volume with which the varied cackles and chortles now ring in his ears.
Hollard slaps his back, guffawing all the while. “Stop terrorising him, my Prince! He’s wroth enough as it is, what with you getting to tumble two Valyrian whores!”
“One cost me a single silver.” Daemon waves him off drolly. “You’re welcome to her. The other”—he thinks of Rhaenyra’s penchant for glittering jewels with a snide sort of affection—“well, you can’t afford her.”
“Tell you who I’d like to have a go with, eh,” Kettleblack slurs, having been in his cups for far longer than the gathering had taken place. “Our People’s Princess.” Daemon’s chest tightens at the mention of you. “Reckon she’d be a first-rate fuck, don’t you?”
“Mm.” Dargood smacks his lips after slamming his tankard back on the table, an unreadable stare trained upon his Prince. “She’s a shy little thing, isn’t she? Thought the confident ones were your type.”
“If it has a cunt between its legs, it’s my type.” This ignites a wave of jeers and more than one crass comment about whether or not he’s taken up horse-fucking as of late. “Oh, fuck off!” Kettleblack says irritably. “Not what I meant. Besides, she’s a looker. None of you would refuse, surely! Can you imagine it? The sound of her—”
He’s speaking before he even realises. “That’s enough.”
The harshness in his voice spurs them all to an abrupt silence.
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Daemon had left not long after, unable to stomach spending longer than he had to their presence. Their ribald banter was by no means the most vulgar it had ever been—in fact, it was positively tame in comparison to some of the sentiments expressed in past encounters—but hearing them discuss you so crudely made him uncomfortably aware of how tasteless many of his own thoughts of you had been.
After this disturbing epiphany, he seeks distraction by throwing himself ever more into the task of winning you over, only to be thwarted at every turn.
His flattery is for naught; your lips curve up shyly when you look at him, but so too does this occur when any other compliments you. You absorb yourself in his stories, probing where you will and exclaiming in pretty ahs of girlish fascination, but so too does this happen when your half-sister natters on about her own day to your keen ear. You accept his gifts with earnest solemnity, clutching them to you as a child with a prized doll, but so too do you hold tight the flowers young Jacaerys presents to you after a morn spent in the sun.
Ever agreeable, ever kind, ever polite you are to his overtures—but you do not warm to him in the way he expected you to. The way he wishes you would. In truth, he isn’t entirely sure you are even aware of his motives, for you do not regard him with the same hesitance you do the Tyrell lord or Lannister or your idiot brother. Is that a terrible thing? he wonders. It is not as though you particularly like any of them. Nonetheless, he remains, frustratingly, your uncle and nothing more.
This is partly his own fault, he knows. The court had once had its pleasure in the scandal wrought by Daemon’s calculated seduction of Rhaenyra, obvious to all but the King himself—and what had resulted? His banishment, her ruination, his years in exile and her marriage free of passion. No such occurrence is to be the conclusion of this attempt; thus, he is resigned to stepping out from the shadows, conducting his business in the safe light of day. Never once does he dare to hint at anything less than what is proper in the presence of others—and never once does he dare meet with you alone. There can be no errors this time.
As such, his suit remains overlooked. He can do nothing else but persist, waiting for you to finally realise his intentions.
How tedious it is to lower himself to such a competition with no real opponent! He is the only one worthy of your pedigree, a man of high enough birth that you would not be ridiculed by wedding below your station. A man who could ensure you kept your familiar life in King’s Landing with your family, who could garb you in the finest velvets and silks and jewels this side of the Narrow Sea, who could give you trueborn Targaryen children worthy of your royal womb.
And yet, strangely, wooing you excites him. For all his many pursuits and passions, he had never once played the role of valiant suitor; and the sight of your pleased face as he offers you presents or walks you around your garden in amiable conversation tugs at a long-buried part of his soul. He wants to be your hero, wants you to worship him. In the bedchamber, yes, but also on his arm for all to see, to know that he has won your affections as assuredly as he has won your hand.
It is this that goads him to seek you out today.
You had welcomed his presence in the dank library, the scent of stale leather and rotting parchment permeating the echoing space. It’s fucking cold, too, in a tower so high up in the Red Keep he can swear the air feels thinner. You’d pulled out your winter furs, draping them over your shoulders to stave off the chill, and he’d noted with amusement that you’d done the same to your guard. Ser Crispin was fetchingly shrouded in flaxen hide, complementing his armour rather stunningly. His attempts to get a rise from the man at this had failed, with the cunt obstinately refusing to acknowledge his existence.
“Finne laz anha ezat sewafikh,” you say, grinning at the dubious twist of his lips. He has come to find that, for all your solemnity, it is easy to amuse you. “Go on, kepus—try.”
“Finne… laz anha—ezat swafeek.” He grimaces at the words as they leave his mouth. The flavour feels distinctly wrong.
“Seh—wa—fikh.” You correct him gently, nodding at him to try again.
Your Ser Lysan Marios is in the corner of the room, chin to chest as he snores in the only comfortable chair in the room. He truly is an old man. With dark skin and white hair, Daemon has never seen a person with so many lines on their face, looking more like the craggy hills of his dead bronze bitch’s prized Runestone than actual human flesh. A man of acuity and hilarity, it is no wonder you enjoy his company. 
“It is best to let him rest,” you had said as the man’s lids had drooped and his head had lowered forward, slumping in his seat. “He has been unwell lately—I worry for him.”
You had since obliged with his entreaties to teach him some phrases in Dothraki. It is a hard-won process. His jaw and tongue are unused to situating themselves for throaty dialogue, being far too used to the lyrical fullness of his ancestral native speech, but it is entirely worth it to watch your sweet face light up.
“Sewafikh,” he says. 
You gasp excitedly, wiggling in your seat. “The whole thing!”
“Finne laz anha ezat sewafikh,” he says, smirking at you when you clap. He can’t help but find you endearing in your joy, eyes shining and smiling bright. “Now, little girl—what have you just made me say?”
“I thought you would find this phrase most useful.” You grin impishly. He narrows his eyes at you.
“And this useful phrase is?” His brow quirks.
You’re already giggling. “You can now ask ‘where can I find the wine?’ should you discover yourself surrounded by a khalasar.”
A startled guffaw bursts from him at your cheek. You are a surprisingly witty little thing, and he has found himself more and more charmed with each hour he spends in your presence. A consummate royal youth, you are exceedingly well-versed in the politics of social niceties, navigating your exchanges so expediently that he has learned he must actively work to keep up.
“Impudent brat.” He chuckles, eyeing you as you catch your breath and making a list of all the parts of you he intends to get his hands on when you are his. 
Curls of silver bundled into a braided coiffure, strands threatening to escape—and he finds this more and more apt a metaphor for your character, a timid little bird just waiting to be set forth from its cage. The damnable temptation of your throat thankfully encircled with the abundance of precious stones forming the Valyrian steel necklace he had gifted you some days prior, a welcome respite from being besieged by the involuntary seduction of pale skin. Voluptuous waist and widened hips in perfect shape for his hands to span. Rounded cheeks and pouty pucker and dewy-eyed gaze…
You are a maiden strumpet waiting for her first lesson in the art of carnality. He is determined to be your instructor in this. Your only instructor.
“Here,” Daemon murmurs, withdrawing the reason for his visit from under his chair. He leans forward and places the item upon the desk before you.
You had paid little attention to the wooden case tucked under his right arm as he sauntered in, instead keeping your eyes fixed upon his as you uttered a courteous greeting, mildly perplexed as you always are when he seeks you out. He watches you as you open the chest now and lift out the carving inside, the same size as the little book before you. Your small hands turn the object curiously as you ogle the fine details of the gift, a soft little gasp of wonder escaping bow-lips.
You glance back at him.
“Is this Caraxes and Athfiezar?” you ask softly. He nods.
It had not taken long to realise your partiality lay less along the lines of ostentation and more meaningful simplicity; he’d only need to recall your lacklustre enthusiasm for Jason Lannister’s lion pendant to form such a notion. (Though, it may very well be that the gift had come from Lannister that had inspired such indifference, he thinks amusedly.) He had solicited the services of a common toymaker entirely by accident, having taken notice of the man’s goods during a nightly stroll through the city. 
Daemon had been absent-mindedly making his way back from that eve of tension with Dargood and his crooked companions, only to find that his feet had taken him entirely past the route to the Keep. Instead, he’d moved north along the Kingsroad to Cobbler’s Square, idly observing the shopkeepers flog their wares along the street. One look at the stall upon which were arranged brightly-coloured carvings—an array of lions and horses and dragons, of knights and ladies and Kings in an assortment of sizes, shapes and poses—and he had known that the skill of the man would be something you’d enjoy, honest and artful. The peasant had been overawed when met with a request from the Prince of the City, eagerly accepting the task of producing a miniature replica of your dragons.
The man really had spared no detail, he muses as he surveys your inspection of the sculpture. It is truly a fine piece, carefully depicting his crimson mount snarling and wound around the central figure of your own reptilian steed. They are posed as though they are about to take flight. From the whittled minutiae to the meticulously applied paints, it is a worthy representation of the pair. He would have to make further commissions of him.
“It is beautiful, Uncle,” you breathe, running the tips of your fingers over the hewn surface in concealed awe. You are careful not to disturb the layers of colour affixed to the wood. “I love it. But you should not have bought me anything”—you look back up at him with a frown as your hand lightly reaches up to touch his previous gift fastened at your nape—“for you have already given me something very valuable.”
(“I will treasure it,” you had said, stunned wonder muted by the veil of decorum. He has yet to see you without it; he likes to view it as almost a brand marking you as his.)
Cole is glaring at him from the entry to the library. Daemon sneers, lip twitching in smug enjoyment as the man looks away.
“Why ever not? I was thinking of you,” he asks gently, reprovingly. If I push too hard, she will withdraw. “I enjoy giving you things. Allow your old uncle to indulge, sweet girl.”
You smile unbidden, a flush blooming on the tip of your nose.
“You are not old, kepus,” you whisper, refusing to look at him, and a thrill tingles at the top of his spine at your receptiveness.
He is about to respond when there is a knock upon the door. It reverberates through the room, the bare stone floors serving to propel the noise around. Cole opens it to reveal the mousy form of a servant girl, the plain red linen of her dress and the cream caul adorning her head denoting her as one of the royal staff members. She colours as she notices his presence, quickly glancing away.
“Forgive me, Your Highness,” she says, bobbing a curtsey to you and lowering her head, “but the Lord Tyrell is awaiting your presence.”
He seethes internally as you resignedly stow away his gift, giving it a final caress before latching the box closed. Fucking Denys. He’ll be damned if you dare entertain the notion of wedding that flowery cunt, all too eager to bend over for the Hightowers as he is.
“I’ll escort you, niece,” he chooses to say, solicitously stowing the chest under his arm once more as he heads off your weak protestations. He walks around the desk to offer his arm to you.
“I think you’ll find that I will be escorting her, my Prince,” Cole says stiffly, striding forward several paces. The knight stops when you turn to face him.
“Actually, Ser Criston—could you ensure that Ser Lysan makes it safely back to his chambers?” You beseech him quietly, and from the look on the Kingsguard’s face he has no doubt you are gazing up at him with wide, imploring eyes. It is entirely too winsome an expression on you, and he deliberates whether there is a man alive or otherwise who could resist the power of your pleading. “I would hate to awaken him, and my uncle can surely manage to escort me to my sister’s solar to meet with Lord Denys.”
The fastidious man insisted on meeting you for tea, of all things. Fucking ridiculous. Loath to leave you to face the obnoxiousness of his presence alone, Rhaenyra had insisted on playing host to the courting. Needless to say, the food and drink was to be the best part of the event each time he paid a visit to you.
Cole nods yieldingly as you thank him, sighing a defeat as he steps back and allows you to pass with Daemon.
Your hand is firmly wrapped underneath his arm, grip tight. The journey is quiet, and he notes that you have retreated into yourself once more. Though hates to see you unhappy, he cannot deny how well it bodes for him that you are.
“Chin up, sweetling,” he whispers conspiratorially to you as you approach the Princess of Dragonstone’s solar—the room adjoining the chambers of the royal heir to the right—and stop.
You smile weakly at his attempt to cheer you, though it does not reach your eyes, as he knocks on the door for you. Rhaenyra appears in the opening, her countenance morphing into perplexity at the sight of you and Daemon. It is clear she had been expecting Cole instead.
“Uncle,” she says, a wrinkle of confusion on her visage. “I didn’t think—why are you here?”
Her gaze shifts between you and him, noting the grip of your hand upon his arm and the manner in which he is angled toward you.
“Cole’s been tasked with an obligation by our Princess,” he replies, and it is a breath of fresh air to be able to look her in the eye and feel nothing but affection and the throb of old guilt and hurt. The desire has finally worn itself out, though the memory of it still lingers. He supposes you may have had something to do with that. “I felt it best to accompany her to your rooms myself.”
Rhaenyra nods, brow raised and mouth pressed in a thin line as she opens the door wide to let you both in. You whisper a small thank-you to him as you slip away from him, politely moving forward for the visitor to make his introductions to you.
Denys Tyrell is surely the most repulsive man to grace Westeros, Daemon thinks disfavourably.
The man stands aimlessly in the centre of the room, appearing to be idly examining the tapestries depicting the Targaryen Conquest adorning the walls. A stout, rotund lad, he is encased in a garish, ill-fitting doublet of pale sky brocade with gold flowers, straining mightily at the buttons. His features are diminutive among ruddy flesh, save for the huge, meticulously groomed moustache decorating his upper lip. The son of the late Lord Matthos, he is probably one of the few suitors close enough in age to you to bond with over the delight of being young.
And yet, he is still not good enough for you.
“Your Highness.” He bows dramatically, a ridiculous flourish of the hand punctuating the finish.
Daemon has to restrain the urge to scoff at the fawning grandiosity of the gesture. He observes with half-hearted intrigue as the lad’s eyes flick to him and his lip curls in an abortive sneer before quickly returning to you. Another one of his ‘supporters’, he expects.
You politely tip your head and engage in small talk, asking after the quality of his lodgings and the welfare of his family in a manner that suggests you have gotten this routine perfected over the course of these meetings. He wants to roll his eyes as the man brightens, loudly beginning to chatter his poor niece’s ear off.
“Daemon,” Rhaenyra hisses from next to him.
Glancing over at her, he sees she has a forbidding look upon her face as she jerks her head towards the open door. Bemused, he follows her out of the room, casting a brief look back at you as you engage in conversation with your suitor. Flowery cunt.
Rhaenyra shuts the door quietly before rounding on him in the middle of the hallway.
“What in the name of the Seven are you doing, Daemon?” she asks, looking around quickly for any loiterers. The corridor is silent.
“Can I not walk with my own niece now, Rhaenyra? You really must apprise me of the new laws. I wasn’t aware that it was now a crime to chaperone my own blood—”
“Oh, shut the fuck up.” She scoffs, waving her hand toward the closed door. “Finding her all over the Keep? Staring at her constantly? The gifts? The flattery?” She steps forward threateningly, though her womanly disposition and her lack of height serve to diminish the effect. “She’s told me all about it—I know what this is.”
He smirks down at her, arms crossing. “And what do you think this is, then?”
Her hand clenches into a fist. He wonders, entertained, if she would dare to hit him. “Don’t play the fool, Uncle; it doesn’t suit you. I won’t let you spoil my sister the way you did me.”
He scoffs. “As I recall, Princess, I took no part in your spoiling.” He is callously satisfied by the flush spreading across her visage at the imputation of his words.
Oh, yes. I know about Cole.
He continues, timbre colouring with aggravation. “And I have no intention of ruining her.” Well, not yet—not until the wedding night. “Why does everyone in this fucking city always assume the worst of me?”
“Because that’s what you do!”
She has escalated to a near yell now, whipping around in her frustration, the end of her braid lashing across his chest with a thump as she moves away. When she turns around, her eyes are bright with the gradual swell of moisture.
“You pick a target, lay them thick with pretty words and affection, and then cast them away when you’ve grown bored. You do it with father; with your lickspittles and your precious City Watch; with your whores and your women; you did it to me, and now you’re going after my sister—”
It infuriates him to hear her slander his character so thoroughly, for all that it is true. Perhaps it is this fact that upsets him more.
“Is that jealousy I hear?” he asks cruelly, turning the attack upon her. He presses forward, allowing the fury to infuse his step, his words, his countenance. “Such a bitter shrew you’ve become. It’s no wonder I’ve moved on to more enjoyable pastimes. After all, your sweet sister really is exquisite—she��ll make a fine little bride for me.”
He watches with vicious gratification at the unmitigated outrage that overtakes her.
“How dare you—”
Suddenly, the door opens. Lord Tyrell steps into the doorway, lip curled and face red. 
“I believe this meeting is at an end, Princess.”
The man sneers, shoving past him as he exits. Behind him, Daemon can see your distress clearly. You are still in the middle of the solar, wringing your hands and biting your lip, refusing to look at anything other than the floor before you.
Rhaenyra tries to gather herself in affecting a disposition of regal indifference, though the cracks in her façade are clear to see. “You are leaving so soon, my Lord? I am sure my sister would so enjoy—”
“I think I understand what the Princess… enjoys, Your Highness.” He scrutinises you, then turns to Daemon and looks him over disdainfully. The insinuation is obvious. It is clear that he and Rhaenyra had been quarrelling louder than intended. “And who she enjoys it with. I’ll suffer no harlot as my wife, royal or otherwise.”
How dare he. How fucking…
It is a flagrant offence to one so pure as you. Of all the women in the city, you deserve such affront least of all.
At the sight of tears welling in your eyes—brows drawn, lilac blurred by the tear-sheen collecting on your lashes, “will I ever see you again?”—the familiar, burning fire of rage overtakes him completely, the dam bursting and breaking as he swings his fist directly into the foppish lord’s face.
“How dare you insult the Princess’s honour!”
The bestial part of his nature revels in the satisfaction of feeling the man’s flesh tear under the force of his knuckles as he drags him to the floor, of feeling the grinding frisson of pain in his bones as they collide with the insipid cunt’s face. The blood spills hot and wet over that ridiculous outfit, over his fists and clothes, spraying over the floor. The lord can only cry out as Daemon rains down punches upon him, seeking to erase the image of the man who’d dared to malign you so. The Rogue Prince thinks he can hear voices, but the sound is muted, muffled, like listening to a scream underwater.
“You stupid piece of shit, how dare you—”
He aims for Denys’s nose, hoping to smash it in entirely, when he is abruptly dragged off the man and forcefully shoved away. He presses forward wildly, attempting to finish his mission, straining against the hold of Breakbones—and by the gods, the Strong boy really lived up to his name, did he not?—until he takes in the sight before him.
He slows as he views the scene. The Tyrell attendants have run in to kneel next to their lord with rags already mopping at the blood oozing from his face, Ser Willas Fell and Ser Rickard Thorne of the Kingsguard stand with hands on pommels, and several servants are looking on with curiosity and fear at the sight before them.
And you. You are enfolded in the arms of Rhaenyra, a look of abject horror on your sweet face. His heart clenches.
—the horror in your expression feels like the edge of a blade carving to his very soul. “But… you promised”—
This is not what he wanted. He had made you fear him, he can see it; he knows you are afraid. How could he? How could he?
“The Prince attacked me—this is the gravest of abuses, Ser—” cries Lord Denys in response to Ser Rickard’s quiet inquiries, clutching a cloth to his swelling and bloodied eye.
He has to get out of here, he thinks rashly, pulling out of the City Watch Commander’s hold and spinning away, stalking out of the hall—
“Your Highness, you cannot leave while—”
“Daemon, stop—”
“Kepus—”
He runs.
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fire-emblem-drabbles · 6 months
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Pairing: Karlach x durge reader, Gortash x durge reader
Prompt: Some thoughts I had when I brought my dark urge and romanced Karlach to face Gortash.
Description: Having just survived a divine revelation from daddy dearest Bhaal and making your way to Wyrm's Rock, you're a little shaken but ready to face whatever Gortash may throw at you. You wanted to see Karlach have her revenge as sure as it was your own. Yet... something familiar and strange stirs within your blackened heart when you look at Gortash. And most frighteningly, he looks to you the same.
Rating: sfw
Word Count: 2678 3037
Notes: Happy 4:30 am I got off work and like a man possessed wrote this. It's not edited (yet) but if I don't post this and get validation I may just fucking die so. Have this terrible little brain baby! I just think it would be so tastey. No one wins here btw!
oh this is huge spoilers for dark urge/act 3 btw! I took some liberties but it's my fanfiction and I can if I want to
Edited: 10/1/23 (read it and there was a lot of mistakes lol)
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Curiosity has guided you far, in this adventure. It’s helped you find the pieces of your past life, both those that proved to be a boon and that which you would have rather left buried. You’ve repressed your dark urges, fought them, proved to yourself and your allies, and especially your lover, that you’re better than that. Better than the person you once were. Better than what your father would have you be.
And it’s never been more clear than when you stand before Gortash now. You can feel Karlach before you, bristling at seeing his face. The way Wyll panics at seeing his father, obviously not himself. Gale, too, is is all wound up-- the emotions held in this room are fit to burst, and you and Gortash are the center of it.
You felt a flicker of it before, when seeing his face in the Ilithid colony beneath Moonrise. There was familiarity there; not the burning hatred that seized your heart when you looked at Orin, nor the cool indifference you felt upon taking Kethric’s life but something far different. The closet thing to normal you felt from your previous life. It scared you more than the murder, than the blood on your hands and the bile burning the back of your tongue.
He felt like home. A feeling you thought only Karlach could bring about you, of calm and happiness acceptance and all things nice and lovely that father would surely disapprove of. And when he speaks, when his disgusting honeyed voice and hardened gazes softens upon landing to you, when “My favorite assassin,” leaves his silvered tongue, you can see whispers of the past before you.
A part of it, mind, you might have preferred to keep lost. It comes in flashes and fuzzy moments, in warm feelings and beating heart. Your hand, held in his; your lips lost together. Bodies tangled and thoughts lost... You linger in those memories a moment, remembering how right it all felt. And thinking, how funny, even back then you were pulling away from father's puppet strings.
As you come back to the present, you're left stunned silent a moment, as his words flow in one ear and out of the other. This is Gortash-- the man who sold Karlach to the Arch Devil Zariel, who abducted Wyll’s father and whose manipulating the cult of the absolute and all the people of Baldur’s gate all at once-- and he’s the man who helped you learn what love is.
It's also so sickeningly familiar, the way your heartbeat picks up upon meeting his gaze. How he reserves an easy smile just for you, even if you’ve seen it hundreds of times. You have to close your eyes, to reach out and take Karlach’s hand despite how hot she’s grown. It's almost too much for you, to remember how happy you were with Gortash when you've been fighting for so long to find a way to keep being happy with Karlach.
“Solider?” Even through her own anger, her own disgust and sorrow and rage and madness, Karlach pauses, (your whole party does, in fact) in seeing the familiarity between the two of you. Seeing the effect Gortash has on you, their dauntless leader, their dear friend. If only they knew who they were calling their ally now...
“Holy shit,” Is all you can manage out in the moment. So many thoughts, little forgotten memories blink past your eyes. Karlach squeezes your hand, and you squeeze back just to let her know you’re still there.
“I didn’t think I’d have quite that strong of an effect on you,” he chuckles and you hate how you can tell it’s from genuine affection, and not twisted glee. He truly is glad to see you-- and why shouldn’t he be? It can't have been that long ago that the two of you were lovers.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” You have to steel yourself in front of him, in front of your friends. But how can you deny it? Things have always been this way between the two of you. Delicate and strange and so wrong as to feel right.
“It’s nice to see you haven’t changed.” That charming smile, turned business as he turns to face your party whole. “I was worried, after Orin did you in. But I should have known you would return, find your way back to me.” He’s all confidence as he speaks, and you notice its mostly to you. It’s almost as if the room isn’t filled with courtesans, as if your party isn’t there to back you up. Like you aren’t clutching to Karlach like a lifeline.
“You’ll… have to fill in the finer details.” You admit softly, frown fitting your face. “I’ve reclaimed bits and pieces of my former memory but I’m afraid much of my former…” You hesitate as you consider who you were before all this “...life is beyond me.” You decide to remain as passe as possible. But perhaps he already knows you remember. Actually, your certain he does-- there’s a look of mischief twinkling in his eyes that surely only you can see. But cruelty is in his nature, as begets the chosen of Bane. You’re lucky, then, that for you, and only you, his urge can be diminished into something a little more charming.
“Why, without you this cult would be nothing! Well, without us.” He laughs again and you can feel your companions eyes upon you. “You and I came up with this whole plan-- to steal the crown of Karsus, overpower the elder brain, and use its powers to create a loyal army of cultists… if Orin hadn’t overthrown you, things wouldn’t be near a mess as they are now.” He rolls his eyes dramatically, a sigh fitting past his lips. “That sister of yours is quite the handful, and far less careful about controlling her urges. Why, with you back, and with Kethric’s nether stone no less, I dare say we have a chance to get things back in line again.”
“_____, what is he talking about? Why is he talking like he knows you?” Karlach’s voice tears through your thoughts, just as you feel her warm hand leave yours, and your party's gaze all land on you.
“Oh Karlach, dear sweet Karlach…” Gortash speaks again. “Are you certain you want to hear that?” Your breath hitches as he speaks. You were hoping Gortash would have more decorum than to admit what the two of you once hand. Perhaps its obvious to him how you feel about Karlach now. Maybe you looked at him the same way, once; maybe you are now.
Perhaps then, it's jealously that causes him to speak. You can't imagine how he must feel, seeing someone he got rid of so long ago stroll up with the person he thought was taken from him. Yes, now that you think about it, that would make him quite mad...
“You shut the fuck up, Gortash!” Karlach raises her voice before you even think to speak; Gortash merely smirks, speaks again with mockery lacing his tone.
“Indeed, _____, why don’t you enlighten your friends, your lover, about your past self?” Your name spoken from his lips was so, so nice. It made you ache in a sickeningly familiar way. And so too, was the venom in his when he spoke of your lover. Of Karlach…
“They know,” You manage to croak out. “With the tadpole they saw… saw the vision my father sent to me.” One that you had gotten hardly an hour before coming here, even. That you were a Bhaalspawn, of your dearest fathers own flesh. That you were his chosen before Orin struck you down. You knew that wasn't what he met. You were desperate to hide this-- like when your urge first overcame you, when that poor girl Alfira's blood stained your hands and camp...
“Then surely, you remember, about us?” Daring as ever, Gortash moves forward, to cup your chin tenderly with his gauntlet that held his nether stone.
How easy it would be, to twist the arm that dared hold you, to rip that precious nether stone from the sorry hand that dared touch your hallowed flesh.
“Us? What is he talking about?” You could hear the desperation in Karlach’s tone, even if you couldn’t see her. Your eyes were locked with Gortash’s, lost in them really. “_____, why are you letting him touch you?” Even from here, you could feel her heat. She was angry, so angry that he dare touch you. But scared, too. Scared that you weren't even trying to stop him.
You tear away from Gortash’s intense gaze, gently remove his hand from your person and ignore your urge. And so to, ignore the urge to reach out for Gortash in return. So many parts of yourself you have to deny, it was getting hard to know what’s really you…
“Fine. Fine!” You raise your own voice, uncaring of the puppets in the room. You turn to Karlach, to the only reason you’ve gotten this far. “You deserve to know anyways.” Still, you heave a sigh, for what is a heavier burden than the truth? “Yes, before Orin betrayed me, I was the chosen of Bhaal. But beyond that…” Even still, as the truth lingers on your lips, tingles on the tip of your tongue, you hesitate as you meet Karlach’s gaze-- as you filter to Gale and Wyll as well.
Your breath dies a moment as you see how worried they are for you. You’re scarcely worth such kindness, moreso from such good people as them. “Gortash and I were… close. Far closer than any plan may have merited. One might have even called it love, if you believe such evil capable of it.” You admit, looking to the floor. You wouldn’t be able to take the look of betrayal in their faces, nor the grin Gortash surely wore.
“I…” You can feel the way the anger leaves Karlach. Even if she didn’t want to show it you can feel through that dammed tadpole how numb she suddenly feels. “Right. You guys finish” She gestures vaguely to you, to Gortash “whatever the hell this is. I gotta go.” You don’t even have the heart to stop her. Don’t have the courage to watch her retreating form.
“Karlach, hold on!” Gale is quick to follow. You’d have to thank him for that. For doing what you should be doing. You can feel Wyll’s hesitation. But he stays. You’d have to thank him too. You don’t want to be alone (as much as the word means in a room fool of likely tadpoled individuals like yourself) with Gortash right now. Even if Wyll is just staying for his own father.
“There she goes.” Gortash is brazen now, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you in to his chest. You don’t know if it’s right to be this close to him, to hug him like you so desperately want to. “I do miss our time together. We could be still be together, work together. It would be my honor to restore you to your former glory-- to help you regain your title as Bhaal’s chosen once more.” The idea fills you with twisted glee. You recall, with errie smile, how Gortash was once wrapped around your little finger. How easy it could be to twist him to your designs, and kill him when it suited you most. How it would please father, how it would only make you stronger, to get such a distraction out of your life.
“That’s not who I am anymore.” You say with much force, creating some distance between you and Gortash. You're not sure if its about the two of you being together, or you being Bhaal's chosen. Still, he does not falter. He gets down on one knee before you, looking up at you with adoration. You hate it. You love it. It’s disgusting and beautiful and you know this isn’t the first time he’s been on his knees for you. Play your cards right, it may not even be his last.
“Even so, I can see how much your heart cries out for revenge. You mean to kill Orin, and as it happens I want her dead as well.” Again, beautiful hands, coveted nether stone, circle around your own. “We could rule together. Even your little… friends.” This was your plan, after all. Your genius that got this terrible cult going.
“Just what are you proposing?” You can’t help but squeeze his hands. Can’t deny the beat of your heart-- for the evil within must hear this promise of power. Coming from a man you may even still hold dear a part so strong it can't look away.
“We reforge our alliance. Bring our empire to fruition. My steel watch won’t harm you, so long as you kill Orin and bring her nether stone back.”
“_____…” Wyll’s voice surprises you. For a moment, it really was you and Gortash, and the empire you stood to create. “I know this must be a hard decision for you. Gortash seems to know you better than you do yourself this moment. But we need to consider all our options.” He reminds you. Pushing you towards neither extremes at this moment. A level head when yours was, as always, a shambling mess. "Remember how far we've come. How far you've come."
“That’s not a decision I can make right now.” You admit, hastily pulling away from Gortash. His face falters a little as he rises to his feet. “There’s a lot I need to consider.” When he stands tall again, looking to you, that familiar cocky grin is again in place.
“I understand. You always make the right choice in the end. But, just to prove my loyalty,” That word stings just a little. You hadn’t proved loyal to most anyone who trusted you, at least in this particular moment. “I’ll share this with you; an impostor is at your camp, right now.” You frown again as you look to him.
“Orin…” You grit your teeth as you consider your sister, how any one of the people you had come to trust with your life could be the backstabber herself.
“So if I were you, I’d act quick.” He smiles at you but you see how it doesn’t meet his eyes. “So, my dear, why don’t you stay for my coronation?” He laughs softly as he turns towards Duke Ravengard, who seems more statue than man at this moment.
You do just that, watch with wary gaze and heavy heart as Enver Gortash is ordained ‘Archduke Gortash’. Many tough decisions lie ahead of you and you couldn’t will yourself to think on a single one of them as you watched Gortash rise with a new fervor. He seeks your gaze, your approval, as the room erupts with applause. But it’s high time you left, to figure out what to do next.
You climb down the barren halls of Wyrm’s Rock with Wyll, unsure what to say or do next. You feel like you’ve had enough adventure and learning of your old life for once day, but of course Gortash gave you fear to return to your own camp as well…
“Are you alright?” Wyll stops you as you slowly walk towards the south span of Wyrm’s rock, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. You jump at his touch, only to sigh and relax when you realize it's just him.
“No not really, that was a lot for me.” You admit with a shaky laugh.
“I… were you truly involved with Gortash before… well, before?” He frowns, the look on his face hard to read.
“I… yes. I was.” It would be no use to lie.
“And now?” He asks, unexpectedly. “What now?”
“What now indeed.” You sigh and lean into him. Wyll supports your weight with a good natured hug. “I love Karlach, Wyll. I love her so much. But… old feelings linger in my twisted mind. Gortash was…” You shake your head. How can you explain that who you were, who you use to be… Gortash was the only person that you respected? That seemed to understand you, to meet you at your level? Even now as you thought of it, more cursed thoughts of your time together came back to you. It hurt, mentally and physically.
“I can’t say I understand, friend, but I know yours is a troubled past.” He pulls back from you, smile fitting his handsome face. “I think it would be best for us to head back to camp for the day.” He guides you that way, and you decide to follow his judgment.
“I just… hope that Karlach is okay. Had I known, I…” You shake your head. How could you have known? In a past life, you were lovers with the very man that ruined her life. The man that made it difficult for you two to even start a relationship to begin with.
“Rest, friend. You can’t of helped that.” You nod. He was right. But that still left you in the middle of some ridiculous love triangle…
You just have to decide, dearest, darkest urge, who is most important to you; Enver Gortash, Bane’s Chosen, tyrant of Baldur’s Gate and the matching mind to your own criminal plot to rule it all… or Karlach Cliffgate, the woman he ruined in the pursuit of his own power, and the one you promised to help end him.
Either way, there would be betrayal. Heartbreak. And fighting, for sure.
You could, of course, kill them both. That would solve so many problems for you! Feed your urge, please your father, and remove any obstacle that would distract from your goal. Wouldn’t it be delicious, to drink in their desire, thinking they’ve won your favor-- only for you to break that precious trust as their bodies twist under your blade…
This all of course assuming you could fight off your dark urge still... Rest would not come easy tonight, if at all. But it wouldn't be the first time. Come what may, you would forge your path forward.
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katherinecrighton · 5 months
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Nuts and Bolts: Some Writing Advice
(Reposting a 2013 post from the Anna Katherine co-tumblr)
A friend of mine awhile back asked the aether for some practical, straightforward writing advice, which I assumed meant nuts and bolts stuff.
This is what I ended up writing to her.
(Caveat emptor: 1. The reason advice looks contradictory is because it literally is different for everyone — shit that works for one person won’t work for someone else. Just stick it in your toolbox and move along. 2. I will say obvious shit that you already know. Because it’s possible somebody else doesn’t. 3. You may totally disagree with anything/everything I say, oh my god, that’s fine.)
1. Use the word “said.” Throw in a “she declaimed” every once in a while if you like, but don’t do it all the time. Feel free to put in no dialogue tags at all, if it’s clear who’s speaking. But “said” is free and generally invisible to the reader (and the goal is to not remind the reader that they’re reading).
2. Writing advice for short fiction and writing advice for novels are and writing advice for one genre versus another are all going to tell you slightly (or wildly) different things. So, you know, watch out for that. I suggest switching mediums entirely, and try reading up on screenplays or three-panel comics.
3. Stick your finished draft into a Kindle or some other robot reader, and have a mechanical voice read the story to you. It’s a step removed, and you’ll hear where it clunks. Make notes as it goes.
4. If you don’t have a robot reader, read it out loud to yourself. Actually out loud. Put check marks wherever you cringe. It’s where the reader will likely cringe too.
5. Start your story at the point of change. It’s more interesting. Backfill with exposition a couple of paragraphs later.
6. Sometimes, if I’m writing a one-off, I pick a motif and stick with it as a lodestone for all my descriptions. It’s a way of creating a sort of subliminal mood and atmosphere for the reader, while at the same time maintaining a nice sense of continuity.
7. The English language likes to hear things in threes. Three bears, three nights, three wishes, and what with one thing and another, three years passed. English also likes iambic pentameter and any other rhyme or rhythm scheme it can get its hands on. Readers want language to both have a pretty meaning (three brothers seek their fortune) and a pretty sound (now is the winter of our discontent). The fastest way to do this, and not have it be totally obvious, is to combine the two. Have three lines of description, three examples of something, three jokes — and do it semi-regularly. It creates a rhythm in your work, like a heartbeat. Study other people’s stories and see if you can find where they’re doing the same or similar things. Count stuff.
8. Then, later, fuck with your readers by breaking the rhythm. Stop the heartbeat. Miss the step. The reader will get nervous and uncomfortable and have no idea why. Makes for good tension.
9. Other things that make readers uncomfortable: Set dressing. We’re used to visual mediums. If you want to set up a really uncomfortable scene, describe key things around it going in, and make it clear that it’s Not Okay. A pair of scissors that have been left half open. A door that is not entirely shut. A radio caught between two stations, the garden hose still left running. Nothing overt, nothing obvious – just stuff that feels uncomfortable to read. Do enough of those in a row, as you head toward a confrontation, and the reader will be a ball of avidly reading tension by the end of it. 
10. Graphic sex scenes are equal to action scenes. In both instances, know where everybody is, and what everybody’s doing. Describe with more physical action than you think is necessary. If the reader doesn’t know where everybody’s limbs are and what tools are being used, then they’ll get confused and bored. You can always edit later.
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littlegreenpotato · 1 year
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Tips for ADHD brains - 18/12/2022
Once again, this was going to be a Twitter post, but I have too much to fucking say. So have this.
!! Long Post /Edit: I realise I didn't do the little preface I wanted to do. You do not have to have ADHD to take this advice, it's for everyone. I'm not about to gaslight you out of doing something that might improve your life purely because you don't have ADHD or haven't been diagnosed. If you see something here that you want to use, use it. Some of this stuff isn't just ADHD related, it can be applied in other places. Also, I'm not a professional in any of this, I just live with it, and technically my diagnosis isn't official because all I've had is a doctor go "you have a very very high chance of having ADHD" and then she put me on a 3 year waiting list to find out if I actually have it. I told my therapist and she said to just live as though I have the official diagnosis, so that's what I'm doing. Have fun reading! / ---
1. Close your curtains at 4pm in the winter and use your room lights instead.
If you still need to do work and be active instead of having responsibility mode switch off on you, then do this. I started doing it this year and it helps me so much. For me, my "adult brain" switches off as soon as I realise it's getting dark. A lot of the time this means I stop doing house and university work and either take a nap or play videogames. I think my body goes "OH, NIGHT!" and immediately gets on that melatonin, and I don't want that. It means I'm losing like 10 hours from my productive day because those hours are now dark. I'm a university student, I still have shit to do. But if I see it's getting dark I stop having adult brain and switch into whiney child brain, and that's no good to me at 4pm because I'm still writing assignments and it's dinner in two hours. Since I started closing my curtains at 4pm and using my main light, I'm working and making dinner no problem, and I don't think about sleeping until I see it's 10:30 or 11pm. I also want to emphasise the use of your main light. I find that closing my curtains and turning on lamps and small lights really doesn't help me, I have to use my main bedroom light. Mine's a dimmer light that I have all the way down (which is still pretty bright, it's just not as intense) so if I am having a really hard time concentrating I put it on full brightness and that helps a lot as well.
2. Get an alarm clock with a sunrise feature.
I call them morning mode alarms, but it's the exact same thing. I had a goodmans one for about a year and I got up to the sound of birds tweeting (which was a sound option) at 6am with no issues every single morning. I absolutely loved it and plan on getting another one when I can because since mine broke I've been using my phone alarm and, while it wakes me up, I often don't get up. I usually just switch it off and roll over for another three hours. Having an alarm clock that slowly lights up a decent amount of your room in the ~hour before you actually need to wake up is so useful. The slow brightning of the light doesn't actually disturb your sleep, but when the alarm goes off (I find) you're ready to get up out of bed and start your day. It's especially helpful in the winter, since the sun doesn't rise for another two hours for me. I sleep with my curtains closed (mostly because of tip 1) and there's a small light I can switch on just above my bed, so my alarm will wake me up and I'll switch on that light and get out of bed to start my day. I don't usually think to open my curtains until I sit at my desk to eat breakfast about an hour and a half later, so the fact that it's dark out for most of my morning routine doesn't bother me, and I get to see the sky change colour over the top of my laptop while I answer emails, it's lovely.
Sub points: if you can't get a new alarm clock or find that this type doesn't work, there's other things you can do. My friend found they struggle to get up because their house is too cold in a morning, so they put their heating on a timer so their house is warm for when they wake up. I know someone else who has it so their coffee machine starts making coffee and it's ready for when their alarm goes off. Right now I have an alarm that goes off at 5am because in the hour between that alarm and my 6am wake up alarm I don't have enough time to get back to REM sleep so it's easier for me to get up. These are just tips and advice, you may need to tweak them for them to work for you, or they might not work for you at all, that's okay. They can, at the very least, serve as a basis for further research and can help you better understand how your brand of ADHD works.
3. Have blackout curtains in your bedroom.
Okay, it's weird that I've mentioned curtains twice before putting in this little tip, but it's here now so leave me alone. Blackout curtains are amazing, and I don't care what anyone says. I actually ended up with a pair completely by accident when I lived with my mum, it just so happens the curtains that matched my bedding only came in blackout variety, but now I will never go back. The curtains in my accommodation are blackout right now as well, and I'm actually upset at my accommodation because they're going to be switching these amazing curtains out for shitty roller blinds that block out as much light as a single strand of hair can. Not only will they help you with tip 1, but because they're blackout it means that the 4am sunrise won't disturb your sleep patterns in the summer. They keep a lot of heat in in the winter, while also blocking out a lot of heat in the summer, too. If you need a nap during the day you can just make it be night time in your room. I love them, get some, you shouldn't have anything other than blackout curtains if you can afford a pair.
4. Make boring tasks into short challenges.
I see a version of this hack everywhere. The typical one is "If you're finding it hard to do your dishes, challenge yourself to get them all done before the kettle/ pot of water on the stove finishes boiling". It's a good trick, and there's lots of variety to it! Any task that you don't need to closely monitor that draws to its own end can be used for this. Boiling water, laundry, food cooking, the bath filling up, ect ect ect. While those tasks are running, set yourself the challenge of getting as much of another task done as you can. It's especially good if both tasks happen in the same room and the "timer task" (the one that you don't need to closely monitor) has an ending sound to it. I'm someone who puts food on the hob that I don't really need to monitor, just stir every now and again, so I see if I can do my dishes before that's done. While the kettle boils I wipe down counter tops. While laundry's in I try to get some reading or writing done. I didn't actually know about this hack when I started those habits, it just sort of happened because I'm someone who does their dishes while my food is cooking because I was raised by a caterer and did catering at school, so that's what I grew up with. This naturally developed into "while this is doing it's thing, I'm going to busy myself with another thing". The laundry being paired with reading or writing is because I live in student accommodation and sometimes if I'm not there the second my clothes finish in the laundry room someone will move them, and I don't like that, so I took to sitting in the laundry room while my clothes were in the machines and I found it was the only time I had in the week where I could sit and read. Also, if the timer task isn't in the same room so you won't hear the task's end noise, or it just doesn't have an end noise, work out when it will end and set a timer on your phone, works just as well. I find it's a lot easier to do chores if they're helping me kill time while waiting for something, and the little challenege of seeing how much I can do in that short time span makes it so much more fun.
5. Don't force yourself to sit and do work until it's finished.
Not only can this lead to you thinking that getting food/ a drink upon the completion of your task is a reward rather than something you have to do to survive, but it can also negativly impact your work and mental health. If you're finding it hard to sit and work for long periods of time, then simply don't do that. You don't have to be sat at your desk for an entire hour, constantly working, for it to count. Once again, timers are your friend, here. If you want to do an hours work and simply cannot concentrate or are having difficulty staying on one task for that long, then cut up the hour. I don't mean cuts of working for 30 minutes, resting for 5, then doing another 30 minutes of work, either, the cutting up of your hour doesn't need to be clean. Just set a timer on your phone and do some work with it going for a while. When you find yourself getting tired, or annoyed, pause the timer and go do something else for a little while. Get up and walk around, have a stretch, get a snack, refill your drink, have a shower, do a puzzle (sudoku, crossword, wordsearch, word jumble, ect). It's important that you actually get up and move away from the work for your break, don't just switch tabs or close the books and push them aside because your brain needs to actually register that you're not working and that this is a rest. Switching to Twitter on the same screen you've been staring at for 10 minutes won't work as well as going to sit on your bed and scrolling on your phone for a bit. I try to keep screens out of it altogether, but you don't have to. Once the mental dust has settled and you feel ready to get back to it, set the timer going again and work until you once again feel you need a break. By the way, if your work is writing based, don't ever leave to take a break while a sentence isn't finished, or you might not remember what you were trying to say when you come back. Once you've registered you need a break, finish the sentence and take the break. You can take as many breaks as you need at any point while your timer is going, and it might take you 8 hours to complete that 1 hour of work, but you did a solid hour of work and that's an achievement. I would also pause the timer if you ever notice you've gotten distracted, then take a break. I like to add on a minute or two if that happens, but you don't really have to.
I do realise that this might not be a good way to work for some people, and that it may actually be counterproductive. There are some tips coming up that can be used with/ instead of this one, so just stick around. But if you find that this timer method doesn't work, but forcing yourself to sit for an hour does, I do have advice for that here. Minimise your distractions. There's an app called Forest that you can use that basically locks you out of your phone for however long you've set the timer for. You pick a plant (you start with two kinds, I believe, but you can unlock more), set the timer, and go. You have to kill that plant to use your phone, and you get a garden for the day that your plants, dead or not, will show up in. So you have to make the conscious decision to have this dead plant in your garden if you want to use your phone. If you set the timer for long enough you'll grow multiple plants. You can change around some settings so your plant doesn't die if your phone rings and things such as that, but it is basically just an app that can stop you from using your phone. It's also available as a Chrome extension and the accounts can be connected. I have to set a timer on my phone and my Chrome seperately for each of them to be going, but all the plants from both timers show in the garden. Also, the Chrome version will let you "allow" some sites. I have YouTube allowed because I listen to colour noise and music while I work. Also, colour noise is amazing for while I'm working. I put on 12 hours of brown, white and pink noise (there's a video on YouTube with all three playing) and play it quietly under a Lofi or ambience video, it really improves my concentration.
6. Body double someone if you're finding it hard to sit down and work.
Body doubling is a form of parallel play, and parallel play is when a person plays alongside or near others but does not play with them. So basically it's when you and your friend(s) hang out in a room but one of you is scrolling your phone, another's playing games, someone's reading, ect ect. You're hanging out, but your activities aren't the same. So the other person doesn't need to be working on the same thing as you, they don't even really need to be doing work (though I find it helps more if they are, or are doing a task that they need to actually concentrate on). I sometimes sneakily body double people by going to the library and sitting near a person/ group that is doing work quietly. Usually, though, I ask a friend to join me at the library so I can body double them. We sit together with our earphones in and do our own thing, and if my friends see me getting frustrated they can encourage me to take a short break. Likewise, if I get confused, they let me rubber duck them. Rubber ducking is a concept that programmers use when they need to work out bugs in their code. It states that they should read their program line-by-line to a rubber duck to figure out an issue, and this will often lead to them spotting the issue more easily. It doesn't just apply to programming, and you don't necessarily need a rubber duck (though I do have several and also use this method while alone to work out my grammar). Rubber ducking my body double helps a lot for me because I can't often properly translate what I want to say into a more professional form for my essay, and I often forget what word I want to use, so my friends can help me work it out. Very good for studying.
7. Stop saying "I'll do this at [exact:time]"
When your ADHD kicks in and you inevitably lose track of time and miss that exact time by a few minutes, you'll put it off until another exact time. We usually say that we'll start tasks on the hour or half hour marks, don't do that. They're very pretty times for getting things done, but if you keep putting off the task by 30-60 minutes and lose track of time multiple times, your day will be gone quickly and you won't have done the task. Instead, we can either make the exact times shorter by doing series of 5 minutes instead of series of 30 minutes, ex: "It's currently 6:02pm, I will start my task at 6:05", or we can set physical timers and say we will start our task when that timer ends. Again, I recommend the timer be 5 minutes or less. I also recommend setting the physical alarm over giving yourself another exact time that you might miss. For some reason our ADHD doesn't say "the exact time we said we'd do this has passed, so we better start", it instead says "the exact time we said we'd do this has passed and we didn't begin the task at that very specific time, we have missed the opportunity to start that task and now must wait until [new:exact:time]". The short timer on your phone means you aren't waiting for long enough to forget you're meant to be doing something soon (my ADHD is saying bet, but the point is there), you have something to encourage you to start, and the mentality of you needing to get something done hasn't yet left you. It also allows you to mentally prepare for the fact you're going to be starting a task, which helps you better transition from not doing a task to doing one.
8. Timers, timers, timers.
WITH DIFFERENT ALARM TONES. Different alarm tones are so important. And set a timer for everything you need to remember to do in your day if you feel you need to. I personally have an alarm for waking up, eating lunch, and eating dinner. My phone also has a wake up and go to bed function where a quiet notification pops up saying it's nearly time for bed at 11pm as I try to be in bed for 11:30pm. That quiet notification will get seen by me whenever I check my phone, and I'll then have it in my head that I need to slowly pack up whatever I'm doing and get ready to go to bed. My phone can also start playing sleep sounds if I choose, but I usually play rain sounds on my TV as it's next to my window and sounds more realistic. You might notice I didn't say I have an alarm for breakfast. I used to, but I decided to do away with it as it wasn't very useful to me and I used to try and force myself to get breakfast the second I woke up, which made me really nauseous. Eventually I realised that about 40-60 minutes after I woke up I would feel myself get hungry. When that happened it would be safe for me to eat without feeling sick, so I would make food and eat. So there's no more breakfast alarm for me because I can pay attention to that morning hunger as my mornings don't tend to have a lot happening in them as I wake up at 6am. Lunch and dinner have alarms because by that time I'm usually outside or doing tasks that require focus, so those alarms remind me of the time and tell me I need to eat. I know people who have alarms for more things, such as brushing their teeth, taking their meds, drinking water, ect, and that's fine! You set alarms as you feel you need them, and don't be afraid to add or subtract alarms depending on your needs. There are also apps that can serve as your alarms or reminders if that better suits you. Different alarm tones are important as the sound of the alarm will be the thing that reminds you of the task. If you just have named alarms that all have the same sound, they're easier to ignore because you can switch off an alarm without reading its label. However, if you have a specific sound for each alarm, then the sound will also serve as a reminder and the alarm doesn't just become an annoying noise, but something you associate with a need to do something specific. This is especially effective with food alarms as your brain will begin to associate that sound with a meal and you'll get hungry, so will be more likely to get up and eat, even if it's something small.
9. Store things visually.
I honestly had no idea what to call this hack, but this is sort of the best way to say it. People with ADHD don't have fantasic object permanence, so when we put things in drawers and behind doors and behind other items, we forget we have them. This can lead to us "losing" things a lot more, which can lead to a lot of frustration. Even having a closed wardrobe is irritating for me because I forget I have a bunch of clothes and end up wearing the same cycle of clothes for weeks on end because they're on my chair. At my mum's house I have a shelf with a rail hanging under it that acts as my wardrobe and when I first got it not only did I find that I was wearing more of my clothes, but I was actually putting my clothes away as well. Since I realised this I've been switching out anything I can't see through for storage. My wire and makeup boxes are both clear. So are my underwear drawers. So are my jewellery drawers. It just makes things so much easier. I also have hooks around my room that hold things like my lanyards and keys. My keys are on the back of my door so I see them while opening my door and remember to grab them, and my landyards are next to my wardrobe for the same reason. Storing things in clear containers and putting items where you're likely to see them when you need them is so helpful, and has taken a lot of frustration out of my life. Colourful items help a lot as well. I have a medication box that's rainbow and is kept on my bedside table so I'll notice it in a morning, my thermos is bright so I can spot it in my bedroom, my lanyards are bright so I can see them when I glance in my bag. It's just so much easier when you can see what you own and have items that will catch your attention.
10. Optimise your phone screen(s).
Another one that might sound quite weird, but I'll make it make sense. And also this only really applies to Android users, I guess, because I know you can't do much with iPhones and also I don't have one so I don't really know how they really work. But optimise your phone screen(s) to fit with your ADHD. If you're a forgetful person who can't remember when you have appointments and classes, or when you said you'd hang out with someone, get your calendar and put its widget (NOT app. Widget.) on your home screen. Put all your appointments, classes, and other events in there the second you find out they're happening and everything will be right there on your opening screen as a reminder whenever you unlock your phone. As a bonus and way to add tip 9 into this, colour code the reminders! You can even have your calendar send you a notification at a set time before the event is due to happen. Mine has classes, plans, birthdays, appointments, everything. I love it so much. Found out my dad does the same and we independently decided that this was a thing that we needed to do that would help us. I also use an app called DailyBean as my mood tracker but always forget to fill it in, so I put its widget on my home screen as well. That way I can just click the widget in the afternoon and fill in my day, and I get a cute little collection of ghosties gathering on my screen as a bonus! I also have my main two apps (yes, apps this time) on my home screen, which are Spotify and my podacasts app, so I don't need to search through everything to find and use them. Likewise, my bottom row of apps aren't actually apps, they're folders. Those folders are: Entertainment, Games, Social, and Useful. The titles speak for themselves, and each folder contains apps (in alphabetical order, because that's also easier for me) that relate to their titles. These folders when put together don't actually contain every app on my phone, but they're 90% of the ones I use and I rarely open my apps drawer to find something. Right at the top is the time and weather widget, which speaks for itself. I have one screen when I unlock my phone, which makes things nice and easy for me. Your optimisation might be different, but that's how mine works. I actually try to optimise my entire phone when I get a new one by going into the settings and playing around. I have the night light filter on 24/7, my apps drawer is in alphabetical order, and I even found and turned on an "on the body" detector that warns me to not use my phone while walking and lights up my lock screen whenever I lift my phone. Super useful, absolutely recommend you have a wander through your phone's settings.
11. Create capture areas.
You likely already have one of these, especially if you have ADHD, but there's a more specific meaning to this than that one drawer you never organise. If you're someone who ends up with loads of little bits you need to empty from your pockets, or put into your pockets when you're going out, have a little bowl by your door where you put them. I need my wireless earphones, keys, wired earphones (a backup if my wireless die), lip balm, and wallet. I also need my phone but that's always right next to me. I said earlier that my keys go on the back of my door, but the rest of this is usually bunched together on my bedside table so I can just grab them and go rather than having to run around looking for everything. It makes it easier for me to get ready when I know where all my stuff is. It also makes it so they have an area to be put away, and them being there isn't something that can be labelled a mess. At my mum's I also have a mail holder by the front door, so when it comes in I can just pick up the mail and put it in it's holder to deal with later. At my accommodation my mail is downstairs, so I just read it on the way back to my flat and the put it in the documents folder if needs be when I get back. Weirdly, having multiple bins also applies here. Having just one bin is annoying for me, because there are multiple places for me to be in my home, so I put small bins in multiple areas in the house so I don't leave rubbish on counters. When I take out the big bin I put the bags for the small bin in the top so I'm not carrying loads of bags. I also have recycling boxes both in my kitchen and in my bedroom.
These are all the tips and tricks I have for right now. I'm sure there's more, but honestly I've been writing this for at least three hours and I did the thing where my food alarm went off and I ignored it to finish this (I don't always listen to it immediately, but I do eventually eat after it's gone off, which means I'm still eating more with it than I did without it). If I can think of any more tips or if people give me more to list, I might do a second post. For now, have fun with these!
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nobody7102 · 2 years
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Pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x Reader
Warning: None
A/N: Hi so this was originally an ask/request someone made, and I had the post all ready and I went to post it with the ask but then tumblr ate it and now I can't find it. If you were to person who requested this ask: thank you I loved writing this and I’m sorry that I can’t find your actual ask
Request: (I can't remember who asked/requested) Hey love, can you write a blurb with Bob ( top gun ykyk😏) and him coming home really exhausted and just wants the reader to play with his hair and is really cuddly and clingy. Just pure fluff<33 Thank you<3
Edit: I FINALLY FOUND THE OG ASK! @finja-caipirinha I didn’t forget tumblr just ate your ask
Main Master-List
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Resting his head against the steering wheel, Bob let out a sigh. He’d been sitting in the driveway for 5 minutes now heavily debating if he wanted to go in or spend the night in his truck. Eventually deciding that messing up his back wouldn’t be in his best interest he exited the vehicle and grabbed his duffle bag from the backseat. Fishing his keys out of his pocket as he approached the door, he unlocked it and made his way inside. 
Dropping the duffle on the floor he slipped off his boots, not bothering to untie them before he looked around the house and spotted Y/N lounging on the couch, reading. 
Shuffling over to the back of the couch, he paused for a moment to decide if he wanted to take the extra time to walk all the way around or if he wanted to make life easy. So going for the obvious choice he swung one leg over the back of the couch, then the other, before he was planted right next to Y/N. 
He didn’t even give her the chance to ask how his day was before he sprawled himself out on the couch, burying his face into her waist as his arms wrapped around her form. He felt Y/N set her book down before her hands were rubbing his back.
“Baby….my hair…” he mumbled 
Y/N raised her brow “Hmm?” 
He nuzzled his face further into her waist “Your hands… in my hair” Y/N let out a humm finally understanding what he ment, her hands traveled from Bob’s back and started tangling themselves in the hair at the base of Bob’s neck. 
The WSO let out a sigh as he felt Y/N’s fingertips massage his scalp.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Y/N’s voice rang out as she shifted herself into a more comfy position… well as comfy as she could get with Bob on top of her.
“Jake can ahdfmg” he mumbled out. 
“He can do what?” she chuckled
“Jake can fuck off” he moved so the side of his head was resting against her abdomen, “he fucked with Phoenix and I durring all of the training, which resulted in the three of us having to do three sets of 200 pushups, and one dead hang for 10 minutes… my arms feel like they’re gonna fall off my body”
“Aw Bobby” Y/N leaned down to kiss the top of Bob’s head “...Do you want me to start the shower for you?” 
Bob shook his head “Can we take a bath?” Y/N nodded, sitting up from his spot, Bob pulled Y/N up with him, his arms once again finding their place around her waist as she led them upstairs.
Sitting on the edge of the bathtub Bob grabbed Y/N to place her on top of his lap as she turned on the faucet, feeling the water to make sure it was warm before letting it fill the tub. 
“Can you put this in it?” Bob hummed, reaching over to grab a bath oil that rested on the sink counter. Y/N nodded, taking it from his hands to add to the tub.
“Do you want bubbles too?” she paused before she felt something lightly touch her shoulder, looking over she grabbed the tube of shower gel from Bob, she looked at it and chuckled “oh so it’s a grapefruit and honey type of bath” she laughed and added the gel to the water.
Once the oil and bubbles were added to the water, Y/N and Bob stripped down before Bob sank into the warm water first, once settled he let Y/N sink down before pulling her to his chest. “Thank you… for this” he hummed.
“Anything for you baby” she rested her head back onto his shoulder, giving him a soft smile.
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mio-actuallywrites · 4 months
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The World You Once Loved Pt 4!
4/12-ish?
PREVIOUS NEXT
1300+ words
What Sorta adventures will you go on now, Prefect?
A/N AT BOTTOM!!
not proofread, will most likely come back tomorrow morning and add some small parts/edits.
As soon as you entered the kitchen 10 pairs of eyes of familiar were on you as you soon almost got tackled to the floor. 
“I’ll just… leave the house I guess…” Oboko mumbled as she grabbed her coat and left, but you could care less. 
“Prefect!” Was all that you could hear before you interrupted them, curious why… or how they came. 
“Hey guys, it’s nice to see you but… why or how did you come here?” Suddenly it was all silent. 
“… WAKASAMA WOULD BE PROUD OF YOUR GROWTH!” Sebek suddenly yelled… probably to avoid the question. 
“But seriously… how?”
“It was Ace.” Was all that Epel said before all eyes suddenly moved to him. 
“Well… Uh… so…” Ace froze up before slowly continuing, “I sorta said Tokyo Japan… because.. I just wanted to see what happened?!” 
“Are you telling me it took almost a goddamn year for Crowley to find me away home but it took 2 FUCKING MINUTES?!” After your sudden outburst you saw a moving bag on the counter… and something black and furry was coming out… wait was that GRIM?
“MWAHHH HENCHMAN I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!” Grim suddenly launched himself at you as you felt him hug you close. 
“Grim… “ you mumbled, suddenly feeling bad for your outburst, perhaps hugging Grim calmed you down, after not feeling or seeing him for a while and finally being able to was really comforting.
“So what are you guys gonna do now?” 
“Can’t we join your house until we find a way back?” Grim replied. 
“Uh first off all, I have 2 roommates, second of all therel is barely enough room for us 3. Third off all it was your guys fault you came here.” You finished, crossing your arms.
“But don’t you have a Ramshackle-like place here??” You heard someone ask, but you didn’t play any mind to it. 
“I mean…” you responded thinking of an idea. 
“HUMAN YOU MUST TELL US NOW!” Sebek quickly responded. 
I mean, you might have had enough money to rent a small home, for the most a month. After all those hours being a barista you must have gained enough money, for plus the dorm you live in is paid for by the school, so your able to right?
“Uh… have you guys ever heard of Air bnbs?”
Let’s just say at around 3 AM, a group of teens? Young adults walked into a hotel, because you couldn’t book a air bnb for the next day, so here you were using (wasting) all YOUR money on them. Hmm maybe Crowley was smart bribing you maybe you could use those tricks and use them against certain someone’s. 
Anyways after checking in to the hotel and minus 11,364.38 yen, you finally had got a rest for the night. 
You might be questioning why did it take 3 hours
To find a hotel? Well, you had to drive 3 fucking hours to figure out where to stay, and you had to buy them food. So, while they ate all happily, (minus grim as he was forced into a bag while you all ate) you were over there moping about all of your savings being used on something like this. 
Back to the hotel, you shared a room with Sebek while Ace and Deuce shared a room, and Epel and Jack shared one. Grim, he was also with you but somehow he gave you his spot on the bed, but forced Sebek on the couch. (What did you expect?)
After arriving to your hotel room you couldn’t bother to do anything else to sleep, you were already tired at this point so you basically fainted when you hit the bed. However, the thoughts still haunted your brain on how they came here. 
Sebek,  still most likely pissed for getting the couch himself, was fumbling with the TV remote, trying to figure out how to work it, and what it does. 
Grim, who knows what he was doing, you couldn’t bother by how tired you were. 
However next door, you could hear the murmur of Ace and Deuce, sharing stories from their exploration of Tokyo, and what they noticed on the way to your home. They promised you to tell you tomorrow, however you were nervous to hear what chaos they were up to. the laughter from the 2 close friends echoed faintly through the thin hotel walls, while Sebek was still trying to figure out how the TV works.
As you lay there, thoughts swirled in your mind questions about how or why they came. Now you couldn’t care about all that money you spent. You cared about how they came/why they did. While it took Crowley 8 months to figure it out. 
The thoughts of your brain slowly died away as you let sleep take over you. 
Just as quick as you fell asleep, you were suddenly awakened again, you grabbed the phone next to you which read the time of 9:32 AM. 
You sighed as you looked over to see Sebek sleeping on the couch with Grim under the covers of the bed, curled up in a ball. (Which he would never admit to doing however.) 
With a stretch and a yawn, you reluctantly got up and went to the bathroom, got changed and did whatever you did in the mornings. 
After getting ready, you woke up Sebek and Grim, after they both got up, you went to Ace and Deuces room and knocked, after a few knocks and calling their names, Deuce opened the door, looking all ready, while you saw Ace in the background still getting ready. 
“Let’s meet at my room at 10:45? Okay?” You asked, still having to get over to Epels and Jacks room. 
“Yea that’s fine.” Deuce responded. You nodded and went off to find Epel and Jack. 
However once you got to their door, you saw Jack open it. 
“So we meet at your room at 10:45?” He said awaiting your response. 
“Yea… but what… how did you know..?”
“I guess it’s just my wolf senses…” after hearing that response you sighed… perhaps sooner or later you will have to explain to him not saying that in public… due to a certain *thing* called furries. 
After returning into your room and awaiting the others, you thought about what would happen today. 
You were sure that today would be hectic, but you were kinda excited. To be able to spend the day with your old best friends?! And this time at your world?! You couldn’t ask anything better! Hopefully though, no chaos ensures. (However you were sure it would happen… due to the nature of your friends.)
So as you await for the others… you couldn’t help but think how the others back at Twisted Wonderland are handling
right now, if you were correct it was…. 20 hours here so 10 hours back at Twisted wonderland, would they notice the group went missing…?
“Hey Sebek what was the time when you guys came back at TWST?”
“8:15 AM!”
…..
“What do you mean you can’t find Ace or Deuce?!” A certain red head almost yelled… this was the ?? Time they snuck out or don’t come back to the dorm this WHOLE school year. (Keep in mind it was the first semester.)
“It is off with their heads when they come back! And they even bother to skip classes!?”
The red head looked back at the light gray octopus. 
“Well maybe if you could make a deal with me I’d actually help more.”
“What do you say Riddle?” 
A pair of twins followed behind them, talking amongst themselves also wondering what could of happened. 
As the front Twokept talking? Arguing about the missing 2nd years, and figuring out what the hell happened to them. 
Soon they entered the mirror room (forgot what it’s called lmao) and where right in front of the mirror, still trying to figure out what happened before they suddenly were in a different place. 
A dark entity watches from behind… smirking in amusement
“I can’t believe my plan is finally working… after waiting so long… I’ll finally be able to….”
They kept mumbling to themselves, smiling happily as they spun around casting spells all over the place, with a huge smirk placed on their face.
Hey guys! I’m so sorry a month has went by with no update I think I hit writers block! Anyway happy thanksgiving!! I hope you all have had a nice week! Also feel free to send in requests just no NSWF!!
(I really should make my rules lmao)
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