#though neither are as prominent as other shots but they are there

[steddiecameraroll]

Steve’s never noticed a man’s neck before. But he keeps catching glances of Eddie’s and can’t figure out why it’s doing things to him. Specifically his junk.

He assumes it’s because he’s jealous. Or maybe it’s just more prominent because of Eddie’s long hair?

But neither of those reasons explain why he wants to put his teeth in it.

“Rob, do you think I could have a delay in symptoms from those bats?”

“What do you mean? Do you think you finally got rabies? Steve, you were supposed to get that shot!”

“No, no. I did, that’s not it. No, but there are like bats that are vampires right? Could I be a vampire?” He raises his eyebrows in concern.

Robin, however, visibly relaxes and goes back to her book. They’re keeping each other company during another slow shift.

“No, you’re not a vampire.”

“How do you know? I mean, I kinda want to bite Eddie,” he says with such assurance.

“What?” Robin scrunches her face.

“Yeah, it’s bad.” He leans over the counter resting on his elbows. “Yesterday, when he stopped in after dropping the kids off, it took everything inside of me not to tip his head back and sink my teeth into the long muscle on his neck.”

“Ew, that is not… is that why you think you’re a vampire?”

“It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“And-and not that you might be…? Oh my god,” she lowers her head into her hands. “I can’t believe I’m going to ask this. Do you also want to lick his neck? And I don’t know, maybe kiss it?”

Steve pauses, letting her question tumble around in his mind before responding.

“Yeah, yeah, I wanna do that too. Does that make me a vampire?” His voice raises in fear.

“No, dingus. No, it doesn’t,” she sighs. “I think it does make you the muppet in this situation though.”

Steve tilts his head trying to understand what she’s talking about, when the little bell above the door tinkles, drawing his attention.

Eddie saunters into the store while casually pulling his hair up into a ponytail.

“Hey!”

Steve zeros in on the taut neck muscle begging for Steve’s lips.

“Ohhhhh,” he whips his head back to Robin. “I want to fuck him.”

Part 2

#so he does #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddiecameraroll posts #steve x eddie #steddie ficlet #q #my writing

[cameronspecial]

Fight or Flight

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  Sexual Content (Not full-on smut but mentions of a heavy makeout and grinding.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.9K

Summary: When Y/N plans to take her first solo trip, Rafe has to make sure she can defend herself.

A/N: Inspired by this post.

Masterlist

Wherever Y/N is, Rafe isn’t far behind her. The duo had been best friends since they were in diapers and he has been protective of her for almost as long. Everyone knew they liked each other, but neither of them was willing to admit it. “You don’t know how to defend yourself, princess. Who is going to protect you if I’m not around? I can book a ticket right now if you want,” Rafe proposes, watching as she books her own ticket to London. Y/N shakes her head, “Rafe, it would defeat the purpose of my first solo trip if you come with me. Plus? I don’t need you all the time to protect me. You know, I’ve been taking self-defence lessons.” He raises his eyebrows in a surprised manner. “Really? You think you know enough to keep yourself safe?”

“Yes, the instructor seems to think so.”

“Okay, well, if you want me to not coincidentally happen to be on the same flight and staying in the same room, then I’m going to need to test your skills. I’ll book the boxing platform at the gym for us for tomorrow. Deal?”

Knowing it was the only way she could get him to back off, Y/N had no choice but to agree. “Deal.”

———

Y/N walks out of the woman’s changing room in her athletic clothing with her hair in two Dutch braids. Rafe can’t help but smirk when he sees his old high school varsity sweater covering her figure. He knew she had stolen it even though she kept denying it, but he couldn’t be angry at the fact because the sight before him was breathtaking. She gets to the rope that surrounds the ring and he walks over to help her up. She feels a warm feeling in her stomach as he does most of the work lifting her up onto the platform without breaking a sweat. “I’m not going to go easy on you. A normal attacker wouldn’t,” he warns as she takes off her sweater. She gives him a thumbs up and they go on opposite ends of the platform. 

They begin by circling each other and then Rafe goes in for the attack. He lunges forward and wraps his large hands around her neck. Y/N remembers what she learned and immediately tightens her neck. She uses the weight of her whole body to push down on his thumbs and bow herself out of the choke hold. She does a little victory dance that makes Rafe laugh at how adorable it is. “You know you shouldn’t do that if you were actually being attacked,” he comments, stepping back from her. She looks over at him, “I know, but I’m proud that I actually remembered. Hey, can you get me your water bottle, please? I’m thirsty.” Rafe just shakes his head with a smile on his face and turns to do as she requests. 

Once his back is facing her, she runs with all of her force to push him onto his stomach, which works. However, Rafe thinks faster than her next move and he swipes his foot from side to side. It knocks Y/N off of her feet and she falls flat on her back. Her legs are spread open on top of his spread legs and before she can get herself up, he hooks his legs around her. He twists them so that she is on her stomach and his chest is against her back. His pants brushes past her ear causing her cheeks to heat up at the feeling. Rafe knows the position has made his blood rush to a certain prominent lower body appendage, but he does nothing to hide it from her. They stay lying this way for a few seconds in silence and since she doesn’t try to remove herself from him, he decides to shoot his shot.

He lowers his head so it is closer to her collarbone, placing a kiss right there. Y/N’s breath hitches as he begins to kiss up her neck. He stops at a particular spot where he notices her eyes fluttered shut and begins to nibble at the skin. The attack on that spot only stops when he is certain a hickey is going to form and he begins to kiss his way back up to her lips. She brings her lips to his and they start to move against one another. This position is a little uncomfortable to be making out in so she quickly flips over so that their chests are pressed against each other and her legs are wrapped around his waist. He places his lips back to hers and his tongue slips into his mouth, but they begin to fight for dominance. When it begins to look like she is losing, she thrusts her hips up so it comes into contact with his clothed cock and he stops to let out a moan. That is when she takes the advantage to slip her tongue into his mouth.

She notices how much he likes that action and she flips them so that they are both sitting. She straddles his hips and begins grinding into him. He moves his lips from hers and starts kissing back down her neck so his lips are kissing the top of her breasts. Realizing where this is about to go, she runs her fingers through his hair to push his head back. She presses her forehead against his and they both take a panting moment to catch their breaths. “We can’t continue this here,” she breathes out to him. Rafe brings his lips close to hers, “Okay. We can continue this in London.” 

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x y/n #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks imagine #rafe imagine #outerbanks rafe #rafe obx #rafe x reader #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron one shot

[starlightshadowsworld]

I love Percy and Annabeth but they should not have been in Heroes of Olympus.

Because they overshadow everyone else.

People even say they skipped other characters povs just to read there's.

I love them but I think they shouldn't have been as prominently apart of the story.

Because yeah I love them but I've had 5 books of these guys, I'd really like to know the rest of the seven.

Hell Jason's birthday is the day they fall into Tartarus soo...tell me they aren't overshadowed..

Jason's our main character and he constantly gets pushed aside and is not written well and constantly compared to as being Percy's lesser version.

Which isn't fair.

And he's not given a chance to change that.

He's not allowed to exist outside of Percy because of course he isn't.

Percy's right there.

Also give them a break.

They just fought a war.

Personally would love if the lost hero started with a snap shot of the battle of Manhatten and zoomed out to the Roman part of the fight.

Jason leading the charge and just "Yeah.. That's me, your probably wondering how I got here."

And takes us all the way back to a mysterious woman giving Jason up and the wolves coming for him.

With us learning from kid Thalia demanding to know where Jason is that this Jason is her Jason.

Jason Grace.

We see the wolf house we watch Jason try to survive and absolutely break our hearts hearing someone so young think he's so alone and no one loves him.

Lupa becoming more motherly to him but that fear Jason has always remains that she will turn on him one day.

Jason wandering the streets to Camp Jupiter.

Jason's situation bring the reverse of Percy's.

Being out casted immediately and than put on a pedestal once he's claimed.

Jason immediately hating it.

Jason being pushed into this good soilder narrative but he doesn't fit it at all.

His upbringing has left him wild, less bothered with proper fighting techniques and more on survival.

He fights to kill.

He fights to live.

And no one else gets that.

Except one camper, Octavian, who's older than Jason abd the Augur.

Everyone after reading the Pjo series seeing Octavian...I got my eye on you Mr.

Who insults the elders and is the first to get Jason to laugh.

And encourages Jason to stand up for what he believes in.

Giving Jason the courage to deny his place in the 1st cohort and join the 5th.

This

Pisses everyone off.

Mostly the 1st.

Who are downright offended because you don't turn down the first cohort.

And Jason's like, but I just did.

The 5th have no idea what to make of Jason but in time they become friendly.

Dakota becoming a friend to him.

Jason knows this because he shares his kool aid with him sometimes.

He does get in trouble for squaring off with and scaring off some bullies of the upper cohorts.

Because Jason hates bullies and he recognises the kid, Frank being picked on.

Apparently they stole his stick and while Jason has no idea it's importance, it made Frank sad soo he goes after them.

Ends up on probatio and friends with Frank.

Who admires Jason's bravery and wishes he could be too.

So the rest of the leigion kinda miffed some 5th upstart is embarrassing them.

And so when the next quest is given its to him.

Quests are different here to Camp Half-blood.

Since they don't have a true oracle, specifics are never mentioned.

Leaving the leigion to give the prophecy to whoever they want.

And they want to knock Jason down a few pegs and so they send him.

Jason picking Frank and Dakota.

Neither of the two are hopeful because the day a 5th is sent on a quest is the day their funeral is held.

Not the case though and they do in fact succeed and do it well.

Frank even opening up about his stick and showing that he is as brave and courageous as he wants to be.

It's through that act of bravery Frank is claimed as a son of Mars.

And though he's not exactly sure he should be one, Jason and Dakota both tell him it suites him well.

They both even do the "all hail Frank Zhang, Son of Mars" speech.

Which makes him smile.

On the way back though they do find Reyna.

Jason gets the short straw and has to do the oh the Roman God's are real but she knows and that she's a daughter of Bellona.

And they all head back to camp together.

And while Reyna has her guard up she does genuinely seem to enjoy her company with the others.

She's also the only other person to truly understand how Jason fights and his instinct to survive.

Though she doesn't share why.

Octavian greets them, proud and Reyna is on probatio until they can see what cohort she fits into.

Though she remarks after seeing the egos of the 1st that the 5th might be better afterall.

Celebrations are held and Jason wonders if the quest is really over.

Also all or us wondering if Octavian was genuine about what he said to Jason to follow his dreams.

Or if he did it to take Jason's place in the 1st.

Can't tell me after Luke anyone of you guys wouldn't be mad suss of an older blonde boy befriending Jason.

Fool me once.

Shame on you.

Fool me twice...

Damn...

Also reading the series prior and than this means everyone agrees with Jason.

Like we saw Percy fight for his life over and over and are just like... Oh you bitches gonna have a rude awakening when you face real monsters 💅🏽.

I have no idea what the quest would be but I'd want them to all line up to the next big prophecy.

Instead of it coming out of nowhere.

Hazel does come around but later on because of the doors and with her so does Nico.

#jason grace #heroes of olympus #This was supposed to be short smh #Dakota pjo #reyna avila ramirez arellano #octavian pjo #frank zhang #The lost hero #percy jackson #annabeth chase

[atsadi-shenanigans]

Valentine's Day Special

I did it! I got it finished! As a thank you to everyone who has given kudos and comments, and because Valentine's Day is coming up, here's a smuterific one-shot featuring: pegging, butt stuff, Astarion having feelings, Eleanor has dom tendencies she didn't know about, and Astarion getting nice things!

Rated a very, very E for smut.

Roses are red, violets are blue, blah blah I’d like to fuck you.

Or: Astarion bought a toy. Eleanor wants to give him a night he won’t forget.

“Legs up,” he says. “Pull your knees up. Better leverage.” You do. He leans back, bracing his hands on your knees. Moving himself so you hit his sweet spot ruthlessly. Another peek at you, pleasure painted over every line of his body. “Fuck me, Eleanor.”

The inn is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. Two stories, shutters closed against the torrent, lantern light turning puddles and muddy streets golden.

You’re going to cry. Not that anyone will be able to tell in this storm. Poor Karlach has been hidden in a cloud of steam since the downpour began.

“Gods, I’m not taking another step unless it’s towards the front door of that inn,” Astarion says, voice pitched firmly into bitchy. “I am not slogging through one more minute of this filth.”

Filth being the inches-deep trough of mud the road has turned into. Y’all are coated up to the knees.

“A warm bed and a warmer bath would be nice,” Wyll says. And if Mr. Of-the-Frontiers “I’m used to sleeping on rocks” is saying that, you know everyone is thinking it.

“Fuck,” you say. Eloquent as ever. “We got gold, right?”

“Plenty,” Gale says. His hair keeps sliding over his face in rivulets of water. He looks like a sad, wet cat.

“Hope they got rooms.”

They have, in fact, got a packed-ass seating area, a handful of alcove bunks in a common area upstairs, and a single, small room with a modest bed (other travelers had the same idea when the storm hit).

Y’all’ve had a helluva day. Chasing down leads to some sort of bullshit or another. Half of y’all ain’t even here (Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Halsin, and y’all’s new friends had split off to go hunt down something else).

Which meant when y’all triggered a bunch of undead critters in the shitpile of some tomb, y’all had to do a lot more work to clean up. Astarion took the brunt of it after the two of you (again) got separated from the others.

He stands there, hair plastered to his skull, not an ounce of pink in his complexion (and looking grayer than usual). That’s when the idea comes to you.

“Y’all mind if me and Astarion take the room?” you say.

Ain’t no way to be subtle about it. They all know what you two are about. Especially since that goddamn newspaper came out (it wasn’t neither of y’all’s fault the fucking graveyard grounds keeper was a nosy sunuvabitch who both took his job way too seriously, and took off sprinting to the Faerun equivalent of a tabloid newspaper after catching a glimpse of you.) (You’d finished by then, which was probably the only reason Astarion hadn’t run him down and shut him up.)

They’ve known you two were a couple for a long while. They’d assumed you two had been physical for longer than you actually had been.

“Really?” Karlach says, still steaming. “After all this?”

Astarion says nothing, though his eyebrows quirk in mild interest. The bags under his eyes are more prominent, the color almost bruise purple. His eyes are duller. He looks more corpserific than he has in a while.

You started it, he seems to say. So you finish it.

“I just wanna take a bath and lay in bed, and all my clothes gotta dry,” you say. “We both’ve seen each other naked.”

Clever mischief glints in Wyll’s eye. He’s the most solid out of all of you’uns. The one with the most rigorous sense of morality. Usually plays the straight-laced folk hero.

But the man’s damned charming, and his genial good will hides a wicked sense of humor.

“All the bunks have privacy screens,” he says. “We’ll all be drying out our belongings.”

Gale says nothing. Just stares into the middle distance as he hikes up a section of robe to wring about a liter of water out.

Wyll makes a show out of checking out the common room and y’all’s fellow travelers. “In fact, I see other couples doing just that.”

“I’m not saying we’re gonna fuck, but if we do, you really wanna sleep right next to that?”

Wyll snorts and waves a hand, smiling. “On second thought, I think I’ll pass.”

Karlach pulls a face. “In public?”

“Y’all said they got privacy screens. And you didn’t have no problem walking around tits out during that heatwave.”

“Which beds did we get?” Gale cuts in. He used up even his much-improved magic capacity trying to get you and Astarion out of that fucking trap sinkhole. He can’t even do his presto-tation cleaning spell to dry himself off.

So you end up taking the key and heading upstairs, Astarion trailing after you.

Bath water is something you gotta pay for, in Faerun. The tub’s in the room, and you’re free to haul up however many buckets from the well outside yourself. But that’s a lot of buckets to drag up a flight of stairs, and the inn keep don’t let customers heat it up over the fire themselves.

So a good hour after you and Astarion settle in, you finally got a bath drawn and steaming.

“You go first,” you say.

Astarion sits on the bed in nothing but his drawers, wrapped in a blanket. He don’t get hypothermia—undead and all—but he does get real achy in the cold.

He gives you a small, tired smile, and lets the blanket (and his drawers) slide down.

You still ain’t super used to seeing a cock all bare. Not more than what your occasional forays into porn showed—so mostly just the part not currently buried in somebody. It hangs more forward than you thought it would. Also smaller than you thought it’d be (again, porn and both unrealistic standards, and flaccid ones are smaller).

You make yourself look away. But not before Astarion—ever alert and enough of a bastard to make that your problem—notices.

“See something you like, sweetheart?” Where once that line would have been pure, silken debauchery, his voice is calmer when he’s alone with you, now. Still carries a flirty lilt (he always does with everyone), but with less performance woven through it.

“Just curious,” you say. “And I like watching you—not creepily, I mean. Anyway, if you want a bath and then the bed—for sleeping only—I’m down for that.”

“Mmm,” he says. Steps into the water and hisses. He eases himself down slow. Finally sits and all but melts against the wedge of the wooden tub, eyes closed and head tilted back. “Yet you requested this little love nest for us. And that cunning mind of yours always has at least three ideas fluttering around.

Said with a wiggle of his fingers around his temple.

He’s got a long neck. Stretched out like that, his adam’s apple stands out. As do his bite scars.

“We really can just sleep,” you say.

Now he cracks one, red eye open. Tilts his head to better peer over at you. Swirls his hand in the water as he waits for an answer.

He’s being patient with you. Says you’re patient with him, but you can count on three fingers all the people you ever actually wanted to bed, and none of them ever got that far. It’s not an ordeal for you to wait. You don’t have any expectations for him in that department (which you suspect had been a huge relief for him, and one of the reasons y’all’ve worked out).

He does so much for you. He’s helped you work through hangups you didn’t even know you had. He’s saved your ass more times than you can count, directly and not.

“If you wanted,” you start slow. “And you can say no at any point. But, if you wanted, I thought we could take a night and I could learn, um. We could learn what you like better. Just you. Or, well, me focusing on you.”

His idle finger twirling stops. He stills, both eyes open now and fixed on you. He doesn’t say anything for a long moment. Doesn’t even breathe.

Then his lips part. His words stutter and he frowns. Then, “You want to give me pleasure.”

Every word slow and enunciated. Not…trepidation, exactly. And not quite disbelieving. He trusts you, he’d said. He’s just verifying for the sake of both’ve you.

“I’m curious,” you repeat, so deliberate and nonchalant it’s borderline teasing.

“Pleasure me how?” Astarion says. Once again, flicking at the bathwater.

Aaand the rest on AO3 so tumblr doesn't slap me.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #fanfic #astarion #astarion x tav #feeding alligators fic #tavstarion #bg3 fic #bg3 smut #astarion smut #plus size tav #demisexual tav #slow burn #yes even the smut is slow burn #happy valentine's day #these two shitheads #two dumbasses #they're in love your honor

[celtic-crossbow]

Defeated After All

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

Summary: (Season 9)Daryl is riled up when it comes to Lydia’s fate. You don’t see things the same way.

Warnings: None

Prompt: “I really don’t understand what’s going on with you sometimes!”

A/N: Request by @thanossexual can be found here. I hope I did okay! 😩

“Think'a your mom!”

You watched Daryl point a finger at Henry. The man was radiating anger with waves prominent enough that the Whisperers could probably track your group using that alone.

“Daryl, now’s not the time for this.” You spoke sternly just as Connie stood and motioned for the kids to get up.

“She ain’t comin’.” The archer walked around the girl and pulled Henry to his feet only to give him a shove toward their path. Connie shot him a look that he all but ignored.

You helped Lydia stand and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. When you steered her around Daryl and to Henry’s side, Connie began to motion toward the right. The bowman had already stepped up a small path to your left.

“Nah, s’this way.”

It was obvious he was still seething but maybe he had let it go. Connie made another motion to follow her, Lydia and Henry obeyed immediately with Dog bounding along behind them.

“No! No! Dog!”

You watched them go and turned to Daryl when he sighed. “Come on, Dixon.”

“Don’t think I didn’t see that.” He snapped. His boots pounded the ground as he made his way toward the other path. Daryl could be near silent when he wanted to be. This was intentional.

“So? Stop throwing a tantrum. The girl stays with us.” You adjusted your pack on your shoulders and moved to walk around him. A gasp left your mouth when his hand wrapped around your bicep and spun you.

“I said no, Y/N! She’ll bring ‘em down on us! I ain’t ‘bout to let that happen!”

You stared at his hand for a moment before shrugging it off. “The girl stays with us, Daryl.” You found his gaze and held it, though it seemed neither of you were willing to relent. This was asinine! Connie, Henry, and Lydia were getting further away while the Whisperers were closing in. “This isn’t the time for this. We have to move and you know that.” Shaking your head, you began to step backwards on the path, moving away from him. “I really don’t understand what’s going on with you sometimes!”

You weren’t sure how long he stood there after you had walked away. All you knew was that several minutes later, you saw him move into view beside you, back to moving stealthily and without a word. You hated fighting with him. You two had been having each other’s backs since the prison. You just couldn’t stand with him on this. Lydia needed protection. She needed friends; a real family. She was scared and alone. You knew how that felt.

You glanced over to find him looking back at you. His stoic expression caused your heart to contract and your stomach to twist. It was obvious this conversation was not over, but Lydia needed you all. You wouldn’t cave now.

Consequences be damned.

#murda writes #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x gn!reader #Spotify

[chrollohearttags]

can you pls make a part 2 for containment IM BEGGING I READ IT AND NOW IM DAYDREAM EVERY HOUR

YOOOO! I have been looking for an excuse to revisit this story and I’m so glad you gave me one. 🥹 so thank you so much for reading it.

content warning: time skip, lots of angst, sexual content, engagement and marriage talk, bits of his canonical personality and situation, mentions of violence, s*xual assault and murder, religion, mentions of alcohol abuse :(, happy ending though because I couldn’t write the alternative w/o crying :)))))

📝: also gonna preface and say you aren’t going to agree with all of (y/n)’s decisions and that’s okay. No need to be mad or rude. Let’s keep it cute 🫶🏾 also, minors do not interact! This is really long for this format so I apologize but I got emotional writing it and got carried away. Sorry! 😭

(Y/N) continued working as a guard for Greenville and on the containment unit for another year. In that time, maturing and learning a lot about yourself. As well as your inmates..mainly #104330, Eren Jaeger.

the illustrious affair between you and the convict continued for a while. Sneaking around the prison and hiding in unknown places just to get a taste of one another. Your lust growing stronger as time passed. “I can’t get enough of you, Ms. (L/N)..I know it’s wrong, I know I can get you in a lot of trouble but I can’t help myself.” “You’re the criminal here, not me. If anything, I’m the one that knows better..but I’m not sorry. Not sorry for the way I feel about you.”

that insatiable lust eventually grew into something deeper but even so, neither of you were in the position to confess or put that love on display. It would bring great shame if you did so you had to find a way to conceal those feelings..including some pretty bad habits. Downing a bottle every night to keep from thinking about your actions.

Eren had been sitting behind bars for six years now, only a small dent in his fifty year sentence. And not once had he spoken about trying to get out. Nor did he have any desire to confess his crimes to you or anyone. However, under his sentence, he was granted an automatic appeal that he had no choice but to take.

It was during an audit of prisoner paperwork that you discovered what he was behind bars for and the truth shocked you. He was convicted of second degree murder after the owner of the foster home he was raised in was found dead. Stabbed over ten times. The community was devastated and with the victim being a prominent member in the church, they threw the book at him. There was still a missing piece of the puzzle that didn’t make sense though and he had no interest in clearing it up..

“There’s my dirty little secret, CO. Still wanna keep defending me? I’m just like every other piece of shit here..another monster with a fucked up past. Nothing special. I’m even worse because I killed a pastor.”

(Y/N) was still convinced that there was more to the story and you were right when you just so happened to hear one of his phone calls with his best friend.

“I don’t understand, Eren. If you told the truth, it could change everything. That man was no saint, he abused us for years. If they knew you did it to protect us, they might let you go. This could be your shot at freedom.” “I’ve been free for six years. Free from all of it..I’m finally out of that hellhole, nothing here could ever be worse than that fucking place and you guys are able to live happily without having to worry anymore. You’re in college, doing big things. You’re about to graduate. Mika’s married and having a kid, like she always wanted. She doesn’t have to worry about some creepy old bastard touching her at night. Is that not enough? It is for me..”

your heart was breaking, knowing that his actions were completely selfless and he refused to fight for himself. Missing out on important accolades and milestones that he shouldn’t have to. Meanwhile, he continued his same routine of holing up in his cell..reading, studying and staying to himself. But things were about to take a drastic turn when one of your coworkers confronted you about him.

“He’s being transferred out next week..they’re sending him to Liberio.” “There’s no way!…that place is a hundred times worse.” But your supervisor and warden’s hands were tied and quite frankly, he was one less person to deal with.

“My hands are tied, (L/N). You’ll have to find a new pet..” mocking the fact that the two of you were so close.

you were devastated hearing the news, knowing he’d end up in trouble or dead in a facility like that. Now more than ever, you wanted to fight for him to be free! He was the last person who deserved such a cruel fate. But being relocated was the least of his worries. He was only upset about one thing…

“…I don’t give a damn where they send me. Truthfully, it’s just another cell for me to rot away in…but I don’t wanna lose you, CO. I think you may be the only thing keeping me from checking out. This is the happiest I’ve ever been. Here with you..”

full blown tears coming down the both of your faces, right after another passionate quickie as you holed up in your normal spot. You were hysterical, as was he and it was the first time he’d ever shown emotion, at least from what you’d seen..

“Eren, you have to file that appeal. You shouldn’t be here..you don’t belong with these fucked up animals. Please, you have to fight. Let me testify at that hearing.” “So they can put your pretty ass in a jumpsuit too? It’s fine, miss (L/N). I’ll just take whatever they give me. I’ve been doing that my entire life, it’s nothing new.”

he refused to put you in that situation though..knowing that someone must’ve noticed your little rendezvous by now and would surely use it against the both of you. You’d end up fired or worse and he’d have his sentence lengthened. So you’d have to trust that he’d be okay. That they wouldn’t tear him apart.

some months passed and Eren had been longed transferred to Liberio. Nicknamed ‘the underworld’..known for its seedy dealings, organized fight clubs with the prisoners and countless inmate deaths. It was awful and all you could do was hope that he’d be alright. While at work, you’d even visit the prison chapel and pray for him. His safety, well being and all..meanwhile, you were falling apart. Laying up with a man you knew nothing about nor did you love just to fill the void but it wasn’t the same. He wasn’t him…

It was one day when you were sitting at home after getting some much needed time off; as they had made that job much worse..that you received a letter in the mail and it was from a name that you’d heard quite often..Armin Artlert. After a while, Eren began to loosen up and tell you all about the two people on the outside that made his life tolerable and he was one. His very best and only friend for a long time.

upon reading it, he’d proceed to introduce himself; saying that you’d never want but Eren wrote about you constantly. He said that you had helped him so much. He then went on to tell you how Eren was adjusting at the new facility. Told you that he had been in a pretty bad attack that left him with a stab wound but he was fine now. “He’s so brave, I wish I had half of his courage. I owe him everything. It’s because of him, we got to live.” He wrote that not only had Eren gotten saved but that he was finally letting him and their other friend Mikasa have visits, even bringing his ‘nephew’ to see him. With a picture of all of them together.

But that wasn’t even the best part..not only had Eren passed his exam for the law certificate but he put it to use and went through with the parole hearing and you couldn’t believe what was said next.

“He’s being released…he’s coming home.”

collapsing to your knees right there in the living room, you’d sob and clutch the letter. Overcome with joy that he’d be out of there. And of course, there was one more thing that Armin needed you to know: “he still loves you..very much. I believe he fought this hard for you.”

Eren, who’s released a month later on parole, calls you from outside the bus station, telling you that he’s finally free and that he wants to see his beloved CO. And you don’t hesitate to come running..

Eren, who makes love to you better than any man is overcome with emotion as he’s inside of you. Going deeper and deeper as if he never wants to pull out. Doing all the nasty things he’d written about prior. Fucking you all over the entirety of your house for all the time that you two had been apart. From the kitchen counter that he placed you on top of to the shower, where he pulled your hair and fed you back shots. Even eating you out as he hoisted you against the wall; those days of lifting weights on the rec yard coming in handy. Losing his mind when you called him ‘daddy.’

“I missed you so much..so tight for me..feels so fucking good. I swear, I thought about you every night, baby..” Making you come more times in one night than your ex ever could…

Eren, who left his cock buried deep inside of you, long after you were finished, laid on top and stared at your pretty face. Confessing how much he loved you and you’d do the same. Knowing that this would change everything with him being here but neither of you cared.

Eren, who wanted a second chance at life, so as long as you were by his side.

#cherry’s drabbles 🍒 #aot x black reader #black fem reader #black reader #eren x black fem!reader #black reader smut #black fanfiction #eren imagines #eren smut #aot au #inmate eren #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x reader #aot angst #attack on titan eren #eren x black reader #eren x reader #eren jaeger fic #eren headcanons #aot headcanons #aot imagines #prisoner au #prison au #this was so long for no reason omg #snk eren #cw priest #cw sex mention #alcohol cw #cw assault #cw violence

[indignantlemur]

I finally got around to creating proper chitin maps for Shral, Thelen, and Thoris! Detail shots below the cut, as usual!

Primarily, what I wanted to do here was illustrate (1) the actual chitin patterns for the characters so I could keep a clear reference picture on hand for future art, and (2) an example of how the average body types for Andorians tend to look. Andorians by and large tend to be narrower in builds - willowy, even - but they can be bulkier as well. They'll never be as bulky as Humans can get, however. It's important to remember that Andorians don't store anywhere near as much fat as Humans do, as well, meaning that they tend towards being very lean.

Unlike Humans, Andorians have much less variety in their natural shapes and sizes, though they do also have outliers and exceptions.

Shran, for example, is unusually short for an Andorian - a species whose average height for males and females tends to be 6'0 even according to most sources. Jaro, from Deck the Halls (and Not The Vulcans) is unusually large - he's basically the Hafþór Björnsson of Andorians. Between those two extremes, you tend to see folks built more like these three above for the male half of the population.

In terms of genitalia - Andorian males keep everything retracted. Having dangly delicate bits in a frozen hellscape is a terrible idea, and keeping everything internal most of the time means that the gonads can be kept at a consistent internal temperature.

When in a neutral state, such as depicted here, the genital slit is naturally held closed and has partial protection with single, narrow plates of free-floating, vestigial chitin on either side, sandwiched between softer lines of more flexible cartilage. These plates are very thin as well, which renders them slightly flexible compared to chitin found elsewhere on the body. At one point, these chitin plates attached to a long-since lost plate section in the lower abdomen. As it is, Andorian biologists estimate that in a few hundred years or so the free-floating plates may no longer develop at all in the majority of Andorians.

Thelen has the bulkiest build of the three, heavily muscled and heavily armoured - the jaguar build, over leopard or cheetah. His chitin patterns are more extensive than the other two's, and they are more organic in nature, following the lines of muscle fibres to allow for maximum movement while still maintaining a high level of protection. Many lines of chitin can collapse and resettle into a neutral state very like an accordion as the muscles beneath them flex and relax, but quite a few are more rigid and inflexible.

Sannev have so much chitin that it does limit the range of motion that they have in some limbs, and the extra weight makes them a bit slower as well. Additionally, all that weight from their chitin means that Sannev Clan members burn far more energy in a fight (and on a daily basis) than most other Andorians. This fact, when combined with the rapid metabolism Andorians evolved with, means that the Sannev were forced to adopt a strategy of short, brutal combat using overwhelming force to compensate. When a Sannev man - or woman, for that matter - goes on the warpath, the conflict is resolved in very short order.

Thoris has a moderate build, neither built for speed nor for brute force but landing somewhere comfortable between the two. I mentally map Thoris' build to be more like a leopard than a cheetah or jaguar. His chitin is much less extensive, and unlike the Sannev pattern, the Kor pattern is primarily made up of layered plates of chitin which can compress and fold due to being a little thinner and having a degree of flexibility to them. His spine is heavily armoured, as are his ribs, but the plating throughout his legs, arms, and even torso is much less prominent or widespread than Thelen's.

Some would say that this means Thoris occupies a sweet spot between being light and mobile and being well-protected. Thoris would call those people fools. Being in the middle of the road for speed and natural defenses meant he had to work twice as hard to attain any level of physical prowess compared to his peers (many of whom had natural advantages over him) and this is particularly true where duels were concerned. The Kor Clan are traditionalists, and their duelling style favours minimal movements, the development of uncanny reflexes, and maximize energy conservation over brute force or speed. A Kor Clan member will dodge by a fraction of an inch, a mere turn of the head, a slight shift of the hips. No energy is wasted, no movements are more extravagant than they absolutely need to be - and no strike is anything less than exactly as strong and as fast as it must be to get the job done. A competent Kor duellist is one of the hardest opponents in a ushaan duel, simple because they can outlast every other opponent.

Shral is one the narrower end of Andorian builds, more like a cheetah than a leopard or jaguar. He's built for speed rather than raw strength, and so he lacks the bulk that makes Thelen such a close quarters powerhouse and the more extensive chitin patterns that Thelen and Thoris have for overall protection. The upside of his build is that Shral is not limited in his range of motion or otherwise weighed down by the extra chitin - and the mirroring downside is that he's much more vulnerable as a result. He's not quite a glass canon, in that he can take a hit and keep going, but he'll take much more damage than someone like Thelen would.

What Shral does have is meant to reinforce key areas and protect the spine, and little else besides - a common trait among the Hrisvalar Clan, and one they account for with their duelling strategies. Somewhat ironically, Hrisvalar and Sannev go about solving the problems posed by their inherent chitin patterns and the body-types that most often crop up in their lineages by adopting the same strategies; quick and brutal. While the Sannev go about this using the brute force method to overwhelm their enemies, the Hrisvalar prefer a more delicate touch. They teach their members to strike quickly, to do so with ruthless efficiency, and to remain extremely mobile in combat. A Sannev will break every bone in your body, and a Kor will defeat you with technical excellence and cold efficiency, but a Hrisvalar will hamstring you and cut your throat before you even know what's happening.

Not every member of the three Clans mentioned will be build as Thelen, Thoris, and Shral are - they are just examples of what's typical. Exceptions certainly occur in every Clan.

@the-lady-general  @starrynightgardens  @emilie786  @horta-in-charge  @emochook  @velvet-luvie  @creature-of-the-stars @unknownfacelessfanfictions @auroramagpie

#I feel like I maybe should have put some cheeky stickers in strategic places #but at the same time #there's really nothing to see here folks #star trek #andorian #andorians #emigre by indignantlemur #digital art #headcanon #Andorian chitin maps #Andorian biology

[just-another-boring-bisexual]

I Saw Priscilla so You Don't Have To: A Review

Before I begin, I should say a few things.

First, there will definitely be spoilers for Priscilla (2023). I'll try not to give too much away, but instead, do so in a way to add context. Second, I am not a Priscilla hater, but I'm not a stan, either. I can acknowledge that neither Elvis nor Priscilla were perfect, and that both made mistakes regarding their relationship. Finally, this is my opinion. I may reference other works, including Elvis (2022), but do not intend to tear one down in order to build up another. You are free to disagree with anything I say, all I ask is that you do so respectfully and don't spread hate.

That being said, let's get into the review!

The first thing I should note is that even if you didn't know who the director was, you'd still be able to tell it was a Sofia Coppola picture. Much like with Baz Luhrmann's Elvis (2022), there's a strong emphasis on the visual aesthetic of this world. Through Sofia's lens, the realm of Graceland feels more grounded and feminine. It honestly ticks all the boxes of a Sofia Coppola film, including regularly utilized elements such as:

The female protagonist/feminine perspective

A coming of age

Visual montage

Prominent soundtrack

The ups and downs of relationships

While the story arc revolves around Priscilla maturing into adulthood, the pacing felt a bit unbalanced for me. For the first half of the film, she's a teenager, and the following decade is briskly told through the last hour. The script tends to focus on the more intimate moments between her and Elvis, so several several major events happen in just a few shots (ex. the wedding, Lisa Marie's birth, Priscilla and Mike Stone, etc.) I get that not everything from Priscilla's book would be present in the film, but I feel like a greater balance could have been exercised.

Next, I should talk about the casting. I feel like Cailee Spaeny did a fine job as Priscilla. Even though she's the main character, I don't feel like I have much else to say about her beyond the fact that she's able to convey Priscilla's growth over the decade and a half span.

Now let's talk about Jacob Elordi.

While he's definitely a different Elvis from Austin Butler's interpretation, I didn't hate Elordi as much as I initially though I would. Since most of the scenes follow Elvis and Priscilla's day-to-day life as a couple, there are far fewer demands of Elordi's character than there are of Butler's. Despite the few flare-ups, his character feels very understated throughout the entire movie. One thing I should note is his constant mumbling; if you have auditory processing issues like me, you're definitely going to miss a few of his lines.

There's definitely been some controversy over how Elvis would be portrayed in this film, and I feel that, in that sense, the movie's going to play out a bit like Barbie, where what you anticipate from it is what you're going to get. For those going in believing the film will expose Elvis as an abusive p*do, then that's what they're going to take from it (even though they show several scenes where Elvis decides not to have sex with Priscilla before their marriage). For the people who have read Priscilla's book and are familiar with the story, it will feel a lot like her book. The main thing is that context is key. Since I'm already very familiar with the story and events, I found myself filling in the blanks in some places. I can only wonder how those going into this with no frame of reference will interpret the final result, especially since the movie ends so ambiguously (After telling Elvis that she wants a divorce, the final scene shows Priscilla saying goodbye to the women she was closest with at Graceland and driving through the gates while Dolly Parton's "I Will Always Love You" plays).

There are a few scenes that depict the darker side of Elvis, but the film was honestly tamer than I expected. Some of the scenes included are the pillow fight, him threatening to send her back to her parents, and the disagreement over his songs. While he loses his temper each time, he immediately apologizes after. The bible study scene shows a devastated Priscilla rush off to the bedroom, but dosen't show anything beyond that. The climax includes the infamous "r*pe" scene, but the action never goes beyond kissing. Overall, the content felt very tame considering the film's R rating (they honestly could have cut one of the two uses of "fuck" and slid with a PG-13 rating). I feel that this tameness is to allow the film to be more palatable to a general audience that may only have a base level of knowledge about Priscilla and Elvis. Elvis' use of baby-talk is heavily toned down, and the dialogue really pulls its weight when trying to provide context and add references.

There are a few things from the book that either I was expecting to be included, or had hoped would be present. While not pleasant, I was expecting "Kurt" to be present in some capacity (they most likely wouldn't show anything onscreen, but enough to get the point across). I talked about the bible scene already, but I expected them to go all the way (assuming the R rating wouldn't have been as tame as it was). I was hoping the interaction between Priscilla and Jerry would have been present, but this did not happen. In fact, all of the Memphis Mafia members almost feel like a faceless mass, like none of them have distinctive identities (I did enjoy the instances of them horsing around and being dumbasses together). The Circle G Ranch is never mentioned, which I found odd, considering in her book, Priscilla talked a lot about their experiences on the ranch after the marriage, and how she enjoyed it so much (I would have at least enjoyed the lasagna scene). The main thing that bothered me was the under-utilization of Dodger (or whoever that generic southern grandma was, because she sure wasn't Dodger). While Priscilla also develops bonds with Patsy, Alberta, and the other wives (if Joanie and Sandy hadn't been named, I wouldn't have realized they were even in this movie), More could've been done with Dodger. In the book, Dodger plays a bigger role in Priscilla's time at Graceland, acting as a grandmother figure and providing context about Elvis. Overall, I would have liked to have seen Priscilla develop closer bonds to the women of Graceland, but there's only so much that can be explored in a limited amount of time.

I will note a few things I did enjoy. Like I said earlier, the visual aesthetic is strong, but one thing I particularly enjoyed were the home movie scenes. The frame was squared, the edges were fuzzy, and it really gave that intimate feel of discovering some lost home movies. I also enjoyed some little details present (Elvis' reading glasses make an appearance!), but these moments feel few and far between.

Overall, I feel like one's own frame of reference and attitudes towards the subjects will heavily influence how one views this movie. Everyone will have something different to say about it, and that's perfectly fine.

#priscilla movie #priscilla 2023 #priscilla presley #elvis presley #elvis and priscilla #I can't believe I spent over an hour and a half writing this

[latenightcinephile]

Film #913: 'Call Me By Your Name', dir. Luca Guadagnino, 2017.

This film has taken a few weeks to write about, because I've never been quite sure how to approach a film like this. I first saw it in a festival screening in 2017, the same year I saw (the far superior, in my opinion) God's Own Country (Francis Lee, 2017), and I remember being distinctly underwhelmed by it. Even in its early press, the film was breathlessly hailed as something groundbreaking in the realm of queer cinema, both heartbreaking and deeply erotic. I was surprised to find that it seemed to be neither of those things, and in fact was kind of boring and insipid. So what happened? And why does it keep happening?

Based on the coming-of-age novel by André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name follows a romance in the summer of 1983 between Elio (Timothée Chalamet) and the older Oliver (Armie Hammer), a graduate student assisting Elio's archaeology professor father. While Elio is at first put off by Oliver's swaggering American energy, as well as the relaxed way in which Oliver inhabits his Jewishness - in contrast to Elio's family, who are described as "Jews of discretion" by Elio's mother - this aloofness quickly gives way to infatuation. Confessing his feelings, Elio is initially dissuaded by Oliver, who tells him that such things "can't be discussed". Shortly, though, the two begin a sexual relationship which grows in intensity until Oliver's visit to Italy comes to an end. At the suggestion of Elio's parents, who sense the deep connection Elio and Oliver share, Elio travels alone with Oliver for a few days. Upon their separation, Elio is heartbroken, but the event allows him to reconnect with his friends and his parents. When winter comes, Oliver phones to announce his engagement to a woman in the United States. Elio reflects on his relationship as the credits roll.

I suspect my first experience of this film was disappointing because I had been led to expect something different. I imagine that many viewers might have been unfamiliar with the rich traditions of queer cinema, and Call Me By Your Name was definitely one of the most prominent queer cinema releases of the 2010s, and certainly one of the most prestigious. Luca Guadagnino was already recognised as a director of high calibre for his other works, including I Am Love (2009) and A Bigger Splash (2015). I also believe that wider audiences typically expect that queer cinema will be more explicit in its depictions of sexuality, which may explain why so many outlets focused on the sensuality of the film. What made the film disappointing on my first viewing was that, at its heart, there's nothing particularly queer about the relationships depicted here - or at least, there doesn't need to be.

Seeing this film being described as 'erotic' is a little embarrassing, because it indicates the lack of diversity available to many audiences, and even to critics, who you might imagine have a broader experience of cinema. The sex scenes in Call Me By Your Name are less erotic than they are distracting, as Guadagnino typically leaves the explicit parts out of frame. What we see more often are Chalamet's facial expressions while Oliver goes down on Elio, and while Chalamet is spot-on in his performance, nobody who has ever been seventeen would delude themselves into thinking they looked 'erotic'. One of the most commented-upon scenes is the 'peach fucking' scene, which Guadagnino had originally considered leaving out of the film entirely because he considered it implausible. On film, it has some spark but, again, is too distant from the emotions for it to come across as anything other than uncomfortable.

As for the heartbreak, it's undeniably there but also seemingly absent of any real attachment or motivation. The really emotive scenes, such as the final shot of Elio gazing wistfully towards the firelight while the Hannukah table is prepared behind him, are without object. What, exactly, is Elio thinking? How are we meant to read his inscrutable expression? Does his mood change, as it originally seemed to me, from grief to fondness? Seven years ago, it was impossible for me to know for sure. I came away from the screening thinking that I had seen something that had been filed in the wrong box: not a film that pushed the boundaries of queer cinema, but an addition to the canon that was perfectly serviceable, if a bit bland and forgettable. And then, this year, I watched Call Me By Your Name again.

I'm not going to pretend that I suddenly had a revelation that completely reversed my original perceptions. The sex scenes are still sterile and distracting, and I noticed more than ever the weird tendency contemporary queer cinema has to show nudity more outside the confines of sex than within it.* What I did experience on my second viewing, though, was the nuance of the film. I was able to appreciate the feelings the film captures perfectly, rather than being distracted by what I thought I was meant to be seeing. Reading about the film afterwards, I've learned that this is what the most insightful reviewers observed too. Call Me By Your Name is very good at representing two intangible things that Guadagnino actually set out to encompass in the first place: the feeling of a stiflingly hot, endless summer, and the way in which teenage love takes up space out of all proportion. I think in the intervening years, I had realised a lot about who I was as a teenager, and acknowledged that the way I experienced things back then was maybe not a true representation of them. Focusing on these two intangibles, I started to appreciate the film more than I did before. The constant chirping of insects on the soundtrack; the occasional lens flare: these are evocative depictions of the heat of the Italian summer. All meals take place outside. The cars seem smaller, as though the feeling of being in a hot car has altered the physical dimensions of the vehicles. At particularly emotionally-charged moments, the footage becomes solarised, like a photo negative. When Elio waits fruitlessly for Oliver to come to meet him after his first clumsy attempts at intimacy, he seemingly drifts off to sleep, and the film reflects this not through a fade to black, but through overexposure instead. The air is constantly hot. Likewise, where on my first viewing I found that the performances verged on melodrama, motivations were maddeningly unclear and events seemed unmoored from time, I understand these elements more as a reflection of Elio's psyche. Elio doesn't know how to feel about Oliver, and the film shares this jumble of moods. Elio desires Oliver, is jealous of him, feels seen, adores Oliver and is repulsed by him. Oliver is everything Elio wants to be, but also so repressed that Elio practically has to push him to their destination. Elio's obsession with Oliver drives him to do strange things, to alienate people he cares about and to project his desires onto others. Oliver seems like quite an ambiguous character in this regard. It's hard to tell if he is really as obsessed with Elio as the film depicts, or if this is Oliver as seen through Elio's eyes. Even the scene the novel and the film draw their titles from is an expression of this: Elio and Oliver want to be each other almost as much as they want to be with each other.

And then, all of a sudden, it's over. The visit to Italy has drawn to a close, and Oliver is suddenly absent; this whole adventure is (almost) behind them both. The film shifts abruptly for the final scene in almost every way a film can. The warm yellows are replaced by chilly blues, and the multiple exterior scenes give way to a single interior scene, which is strictly anchored to real time instead of drifting in the way that Elio's memories of his romance do. And it was here that the film snapped into focus for me: this entire time, the world has been a mirror to Elio's emotions. The body of the film has warped itself to the shape of his recollections, from the cinematography to the colour palette to the editing.

It's common for people to refer to films as being "like Magic Eye pictures". The premise of the analogy is that what you thought was one type of film suddenly twists itself into something else. Do I think Call Me By Your Name is a groundbreaking film, or even a particularly accomplished one? Not really, no. It's perfectly fine. But a change in myself meant that I approached it differently the second time around. It's the reason I am often an advocate for watching films outside the cinema, with the luxury of rewatching segments and pausing things at will. If I had been restricted to the cinema, I would probably have never watched this film again. I would have written it off as a disappointment.

But it is, to me, a Magic Eye picture. Because a Magic Eye picture isn't really a replacement of one way of looking with another, it's a subtle adjustment of how you look. Suddenly, what was a meaningless scramble is a coherent picture. Suddenly, you understand. And while the picture that you see isn't always particularly deep or profound, that shift in how you look is where the magic lies.

------ * I've lost count of the number of queer films that will show one of their characters pissing. The number must be more than a dozen at this point, it's a subject that is hardly ever shown outside of queer cinema, and it feels a bit prurient - pushing the eroticism of the male body onto a non-sexual form instead. It's across too many directors and films for it to be a shared kink (and even if it was, you'd expect to see sex in these films as well. Instead, it is a pronounced kind of absence that just makes the lack of erotic sex even more apparent.

#1001 movies #luca guadagnino #call me by your name #queer cinema

[farahtissaiamyloves]

A Farah Dowling x female reader story

Lady of night

I wrote this a while ago but decided to wait for s2 in order to publish it. We should have had more Farah, so here's a one-shot for her !!!

3.899 words. Enjoy.

꧁☾︎❥︎☽︎꧂

You had been doing your daily duties when Luna called for you.

You sighed. Luna had just returned from Alfea and the first thing she did was to send a servant to you to request your presence.

This wasn't going to be good.

You were very well aware of Stella's slow progress and chaotic magic, so was Luna, even if she was unwilling to acknowledge it and take responsibility for it.

But Luna couldn't blame Stella for being 'weak', that would mean calling her own self weak, calling the crown and the most powerful realm of the fairy world weak.

Meaning, that the easiest person to blame - because Luna loved accusing other powerful people of being weak - was Farah Dowling, headmistress of Alfea.

Farah Dowling, one of the most - if not the most - powerful fairy of her generation, was the unfortunate victim of Luna's unwillingness to take the blame.

The problem was, that Farah wasn't only an experienced, powerful, graceful fairy, but also your former fiance.

You, younger twin of the leader of the bigger and more prominent realm currently was to be the headmistress' wife.

Twins in Solaria's royal family was extremely rare. However, they existed.

One of the twins would be completely normal, just like all of the children, unlike the other one.

The other twin was doomed to be allergic to the very thing that was Solaria's symbol.

The light.

Skin as pale as snow. Hair as black as the starless night sky. Eyes green like two stars sparkling during the night.

The rest of your characteristics were similar to Luna's.

The two of you were of those twins that were looking exactly alike, if someone ignored the differences of your allergy, then you would look like the same person.

Luna was the Solaria's sun and you were its moon. 

Unfortunately, when the two of you were born, Luna's skin was paler than yours so she was the one named after the moon.

This was never a problem for the two of you, though. The name was pretty and both you and Luna were fond of your respective names.

You and Farah had broken up a couple of months before Astrer Dell.

After plenty arguments about Rosalind's mysterious and suspicious motives, you couldn't stand Farah's blind royalty to her.

You were a tiny jealous of Rosalind. Farah was literally running to do Rosalind's biding.

But then again, it was obvious that Rosalind was manipulating Farah and the rest of her four.

Eventually, after a very frustrating argument, where for the millionth time you tried to talk some sense into her, you left.

Farah didn't dare to pursue you afterward, you assumed that Rosalind forbade it.

And after what happened in Aster Dell... Farah was too ashamed and depressed to face you.

So you both let go.

Or that was what you were saying to yourselves.

None of you had any relationships after this one.

Neither you nor Farah could imagine yourselves with an other partner.

You shake off the feeling of uneasiness in your gut. Luna's your teen. You had nothing to be afraid of.

There was no need for you to knock, so you quietly entered her study. 

Luna had been pacing around, clearly deep in thought. 

You didn't interrupt her, just walked toward the chair in front of her desk and sat.

A glass of whiskey was already placed in front of the chair, waiting for you. You smiled faintly at your sister's action.

You took it in your hands and waited for her to break the silence.

" She's not progressing. " Luna said, her pacing finally coming to a halt as she abruptly turned to look at you.

You looked back at her. " She's a first year. Progress is slow and nearly non-existent in the beginning. Just give her time. "

Luna glanced sharply at you. " But she's also a princess and the heir of Solaria's throne ! She is depicting Solaria's power ! She is Solaria ! "

You raised an eyebrow. " However, she's a sixteen-year-old teenager and she needs to live her life ! Luna, should I remind you how were we back then ? " 

Luna bit her lip trying to hide a smile. " Please, don't. " She shook her head taking a sip from her own glass of whiskey.

There was a comfortable silence for a while. Luna walked to her window and stood facing it, staring at the night sky.

" I need you there. " Luna suddenly spoke.

You choke on your drink. " What ? "

Luna turned to lock eye contact with you. " I need someone to be my eyes, ears and mind there. Stella may feel better with a familiar face and you have already teaching experience. "

You couldn't believe what you just heard her saying. Luna wanted to send you at Alfea. 

Luna wanted to send you to Farah.

You gazed at her for a second. " You don't mean it. " You said unable to believe what she just stated with so much certainty.

" I know that it will be awkward, but you are single, she's single and if you go there, Stella will finally have a true professor. See ? All of us win. " Luna explained with a pleased smile.

You froze. Normally, you would be offended after such a bad and wrong implication for Farah but you were frozen and mainly focused on Luna's previous sentence.

She thought that the two of you could go back together ?

" And you can also keep an eye on her, even though I'm sure you are going to do this without my special request. " Luna continued.

Your eyes widened. " There's no way I'm spying on Farah for you. "

The twin let out a low chuckle. " Of course you aren't. "

" Soooo, do I have a choice on this matter ? " You asked already knowing the answer.

" No. "

꧁☾︎❥︎☽︎꧂

Farah's throat burned due to the shot she just drank.

The woman had sad on a chair in front of her bed seeking the alcohol's comfort.

She didn't have any choice but to accept the Great Princess of Solaria who wished to return back to teaching.

You were going to start in two weeks, Farah had two more weeks to decide how she should act around you.

She knew that she needed to apologize. She learned her lesson, she saw where blind loyalty led.

But it was never a loyalty, it was more of obsession. Obsession to be the best, Rosalind's first and most trusted.

Farah gulped an other shot.

She still loved you. After all of these years, she wanted to see you, touch you, talk to you.

However, she dreaded the moment as well. 

She hurt you while you tried to protect her from the inevitable.

You had every right to despise her.

Farah had obviously thought of apologizing but preferred not to.

Not because she didn't want to or chickened out, but due to Luna's coldness.

Something she and all of your friends learned through the time was that if one of the teens didn't like a person, so did the other one.

However, Luna decided to bring you here. What did this mean ?

Did you come here only for Stella or Stella was only a pretense ?

Farah didn't know. She didn't know what to do.

She wanted to apologize, try the relationship thing again.

People change in 16 years, she knew that but she wasn't one to give up easily.

The problem was that she was, apparently, afraid of rejection.

You deserved more than just a stubborn as hell killer who also happened to be a former soldier.

Farah got drunk that day. Luckily, the next day was Sunday and she didn't have any classes or meetings to attend to.

She closed the curtains not baring to look at the night sky.

Everything related to it reminded her of you.

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" Miss Dowling, I'm so sorry. I tried to talk them out of it but they did not listen. " Stella apologized.

Farah smiled at her, Stella run to her office first thing in the morning.

She had probably informed, just like Farah, of your new career late at the evening.

Farah had a terrible headache but pushed it away. If someone was to be affected from such news, it would obviously be Stella.

" It's alright, dear. You have nothing to apologize for. I'm sure that the school would only benefit by accomodating two royals and powerful fairies. " Farah assured the young princess.

" Yes, but... you and her are not in the best conditions... It must be so difficult for you... and it's all my fault. I have no progress and- " Stella was cut off by the headmistress.

" You have progress and you know that. "

" Well, yes. But- "

" There are no buts ! " Farah slightly raised her voice inadvertently accelerating the pain caused by the hungover. " Now, off you go. It's Sunday. Enjoy this great... "

Farah made a pause. " Sunny day. "

Stella shook her head. " There will be many sunny days, miss Dowling, but only one- "

" Some of us, dear Stella, don't have this opportunity. You are dismissed. " Farah couldn't do this anymore. She crossed her hands and stared at Stella expectantly.

Stella who was shocked by Farah's implication just nodded and left the office.

Farah sat on her chair and held her face in her hands.

Where had she put that bottle of vodka ?

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Everyone was dressed formerly waiting in the entrance for your arrival.

Your convey finally made it to Alfea. The driver came out and opened the door for you.

You stepped out of the car and Farah's jaw almost dropped.

Even if she couldn't see your face, you were stunning.

You were wearing a long black dress paired with black heels, black gloves to protect your hands from the sky and a black hat which had a veil to hide your face and neck.

" Stella, dear, you look lovely ! " You greeted and gave her a quick hug.

" Thank you, auntie. " Stella replied awkwardly.

Stella noticed your polite smile from behind the veil due to the close proximity.

" Y/N ! " Saul called before embracing you.

You wrapped your hands around your old friend. " Oh Saul ! I'm so happy to see you ! "

Both of you pulled away but you were still a tiny too close for Farah's liking.

" 15 years ! Long time no see ! " Saul spoke placing his hands on your arms. 

With a small and an awkward pat on the shoulder, you pulled away to greet Ben.

He preferred a handshake instead which you were more than happy to reciprocate.

And then Farah. You had never seen her so tense.

She was wearing concealer, probably had to sleep for a little while. 

She wasn't the only one, however, unlike her, you were very capable of hiding your lack of sleep.

Farah, like Stella, payed a lot attention of how she would look today.

And she was pretty. Hell of pretty. Aging only gave her that authoritative face that made her look even hotter than she always was.

You checked her out thanking the gods that she can't see you through the veil.

You approached her carefully before stopping in front of her.

You hesitated to exchange a handshake, you wanted to touch her but that's not the way to greet your ex.

So, stepping closer to her, you lightly patted her shoulder. " Nice to see you again. " 

Farah understanding your awkwardness nodded. " Yes, I missed you. "

You both froze. Both hers and yours cheeks reddened.

Realizing the bullshit she said, Farah run to cover it. " Saul's right, long time no see, we should have kept contact. You know, as friends. "

You nodded slowly. " Yes... "

After a minute of extremely uncomfortable silence Farah broke it. " It's better if we went inside. For obvious reasons. Tea at my office ? " 

Everybody agreed saying that they had catching up to do.

Stella found a believable enough excuse to be dismissed and vanished out of sight.

You sat at the one corner of the couch with Farah sitting on the other edge. Ben was leaning against the window while Saul was seated on Farah's desk.

You looked at your hot tea, you needed to drink it in order to be polite but you had never been a tea lover.

You hesitantly took a sip and then placed the tea cup on the coffee table.

You looked at Farah to see whether she would be offended if you didn't touch your tea again.

The headmistress gave you a tiny smile understanding your unwillingness to drink your tea.

" Tell us everything. How boring had life been without us ? I want only honest answers. " Saul mocked.

You laughed at that. " Pretty boring but peaceful. You need peace when you have a baby around. "

" That's what me and Farah had been telling him for the last 16 years. " Ben agreed.

After that the three of you - You, Ben and Saul - started talking about your children.

You told them about Stella's childhood, Saul spoke about Sky's and Ben told you about Sam amd Terra.

In the beginning both you and Farah were tense because of each other's presence but you soon lost yourselves in the conversation.

Minutes became hours and the conversation reached the inevitable end.

Saul and Ben excused themselves with the pretense of having work to do.

So, it was just you. And Farah.

You sat awkwardly for a while; neither of you knowing what to say.

Taking a deep breath Farah looked at you. " I'm sorry. "

You, who had found the floor to be extremely interesting, turned to gaze at her. 

" I'm sorry. You were right. Rosalind had been using me for her ill wishes. I should have heard you long ago. You wanted the best for me, for us and I pushed you away. And for that I apologize... Can we at least be friends ? " Farah elaborated.

You gazed at her for a second. Farah had teared up, so had you.

You took a deep breath before approaching her and pulling her into a hug.

Farah embraced you like there was no tomorrow, she rested her head on the crook of your neck.

One of your hands found its way into her soft hair as you inhaled her sent.

And you couldn't help it but make a silly comment at the most serious moment of your entire life. " Still that same shampoo ? "

Farah laughed. Truly laughed. " Always. " Came her response.

You smiled, smelling her hair again. " Nice. I really like it. "

Farah shifted to look at you. " I know. "

You raised an eyebrow. " So that was your plan ? Make me refall for you with your shampoo ? "

She shook her head. " No. But I wouldn't complain if that happened. " 

You chuckled playing with her hair. You always loved her hair.

" It's longer now, you know. I don't have to cut it shorter because of the lack of time to wash it or for the whole betallion thing. " Farah told you referring to her hair.

You hummed. Your focus left her hair to fall on her eyes. 

She was so close. So close. Just like the old good times...

You unintentionally leaned toward her, she leaned too decreasing the distance between you.

Your lips almost touched when you abruptly came to a halt.

Farah stopped too feeling your hesitation.

" Darling ? " The headmistress called.

Her eyes looking at you with a lot of feelings.

You opened your mouth to reply but you felt it too dry.

Closing your mouth, you turned your head both pulling and looking away.

Farah sighed before giving you your space. " I- I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. Your trip here must have been exhausting, especially under so much sunlight. You should probably go and rest. I will have Callum to send you your teaching schedule. "

" Thanks. " You said and stormed off Farah's office.

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You had been avoiding her ever since. She had been avoiding you as well.

Different meal times, patrol times, teaching schedules, everything.

There had been two months since you had returned to your old home.

It was a sunny, happy Sunday.

Without any classes both students and faculty were having their fun outside.

Farah finished her paperwork early to have time to join Saul and Ben at the training grounds to spar.

The headmistress stopped suddenly on her way outside, eyes wide opened and mind blank.

There you were, standing in front of the window of the highway, staring at the students playing and having picknics in the huge Alfean grounds.

Guilt, pity and sadness washed over Farah.

Of course, you couldn't go outside to enjoy the nice weather unless you wanted to become a bacon.

She took a deep breath trying to come up with something to do.

She couldn't leave you like that; she had never done that in the past, even before your relationship.

Farah took a second to reminisce her first year at Alfea. When she was sitting with you at the living room of the Winx's suit playing either cards or a random boarding game while the rest of your friends were happily playing football outside.

She slowly approached you, it didn't come as a surprise when she saw your teary eyes locked on a laughing Stella accompanied by her friend Ricki.

Farah hesitantly placed a hand on your shoulder. " I'm here if you need me. "

Your eyes widened. You didn't know from where she had appeared.

You slowly turned to face her. Her face was saying it all. You gazed at the brown eyes you grown to love.

She was so beautiful, even after all of those years. 

You would give everything in the world to see her happy and innocent as she had once been.

Unable to hold her gaze, you looked at her feet.

A tear run down your cheek.

Farah didn't know whether you were crying because of the weather or due to her presence, but she wiped your tear with her thump nevertheless.

Her thump stayed on your cheek tracing soothing patterns on it. 

You closed your eyes and sighed. Farah's touch relaxing and comforting you.

After some moments you leaned into her, Farah instinctively wrapped her hands around you in a tight hug.

You rested your head at her chest as your hands were wrapped around you. 

Your nostrils filled with her smell, her lovely shampoo in particular.

You smiled at that, calming even more.

Farah who had been watching you slowly smiled at your thought too.

She was always entering your mind when you were having those 'crisis' as the two of you had been calling it. Her magic was helping you relax.

" Farah, I'm fine now. Get out. " You told her implicating your mind.

Farah did as she was told to but didn't break the embrace.

You were thankful for some seconds but found the position too awkward afterwards so you pulled away.

" Thanks. I needed that. " You commented with a sad smile.

Farah reciprocated your smile. " Of course. I'll always be here whenever you need me. "

You froze. Why had she to be so kind, pretty, amazing, wonderful...

But then was when you noticed that she had been wearing her coat. 

She had been going outside.

" I like your coat. But you are probably going to be late to whatever rendezvous you have. " You stated pointing at her light blue coat.

Farah grimaced remembering why she was walking down the aisle in first place.

" Oh no worries. I was just to pay a visit to Saul and Ben but I can always arrange it an other time. " Farah immediately dismissed it.

" But. But they are your friends. " You reasoned.

Farah smiled at you. " And they have each other's company. You are my friend too and you are alone, you obviously need someone to pass such a wonderful day with. "

You shook your head. " This day is everything but wonderful. "

" No, don't say that ! Every day with you is wonderful. " Farah retorted.

Your cheeks flushed at that. Farah blushed too but flattery was always a way to fix your mood.

A smile found its way into your lips. " You think ? "

Something shone in Farah's eyes at your reply. Were you flirting with her ?

" Think ? I know. " Farah corrected you stepping closer to you.

This time you didn't move away, you didn't even blink. Instead, you raised your head to meet her gaze ( because Farah is higher than you ).

Her eyes left yours to fall on your lips. " Why now ? We could have spent two great months together if you hadn't pulled away. "

You sucked on a breath. You wouldn't lie, you were waiting for this question. " I- it felt too soon. You just apologized, it would feel like we were rushing things and... "

You paused for a second. " We had to see each other for sixteen years and I needed... time to feel comfortable around... Rosalind's school. "

Farah grasped your hands in hers. " I am the headmistress of Alfea. That's my school, not hers. "

You sighed. " I know, I know. It's just... it feels weird, ya know ? "

" No, it doesn't. I had been doing her paperwork for years before her capture. Remember ? I had been more headmistress than her for all of those years I passed in her battalion. " Farah pointed out.

You smiled sadly, stepping on your tiptoes you kissed her cheek leaving her breathless. " I do remember. Especially the nights when you were staying awake solving Alfea's economic problems leaving me alone on our bed. "

Farah mimicked your facial expression. " I'm still sleeping on our bed. And kept your favorite red silky sheets. "

Such a teaser.

Farah Dowling was the biggest teaser in the history of teasing.

Instead of slapping her playfully, like you used to, you gave in.

You crashed your lips into hers, kissing her passionately. Farah kissed you back with the same passion.

The headmistress pushed you against the nearest surface, the window so we could deepen the kiss.

You moaned into her mouth; you missed her so much and Farah took the chance to taste you by invading your mouth with her tongue.

When you pulled away, you were both out of breath. You rested your foreheads together.

" When did you learn to do your hair like that ? " You asked out of curiosity.

Farah giggled. " YouTube. "

#farah dowling #eve best #fate winx saga #farah dowling x reader #ftws #ftws fanfic #farah x reader #eve best x reader #rhaenys targaryen #rhaenys velaryon

[bourbonificould]

I love asking twdg creators/writers these questions so (trying not to spoil as well): Team Louis or Team Violet? Team Kenny or Team Jane? (Or neither) Doug or Carley? Follow Kate or David?

Violet, as much as I rate both, perfect friends for Clem, I think Vi is more determined to keep everyone safe. Louis is great for when you're not in trouble, and he's funny as hell, but when you're at risk of literally dying, that's not needed. (I don't like the disdain for one or the other, you can like Louis and also like Violet lmao)

Kenny, cmon now. As crazy as he goes, if there's ONE thing he cares about, it's Clem. Even when he blames you for Sarita's death, it takes him around a few hours before hes fine. Jane is a well written character though, but shes not as prominent as Kenny.

Carley, shes more vocal and is a good shot, Doug is a nice pal but when shit hits the fan, he's pretty much useless.

Either or, I don't like the Kate romance, mainly because of the morals, especially when David is in the picture. But David is also a jackass no matter what you do, BUT that is partially because Kate basically snitches on you. Gabe is useless really but there isn't any shame since hes like 14. WHAT I DO PREFER IS A WORLD WHERE MARIANA DOESNT DIE 😭 she was so nice to javi and surely wouldve been a peacemaker in a javi-david issue

#twdg #anon ask #the walking dead game #how could they do mari like that

[marshmallows2345]

Jay performing a roleplay BDSM session with Erin and reader involving handcuffs, Dom!Jay and Dom!Erin, spanking, interrogation and candle wax

now this is a) a perfect example of a request and b) RIGHT UP MY ALLEY HELLO.

Content warning: BDSM themes, smut, like filthy smut, waxplay, impact play, interrogation, degradation, FFM threesome, dirty talk(a lot of it), general filth.

a/n: this was so kskskeneo yes. i love this.

The steel cuffs locked around your wrists slightly dig into the soft skin, leaving behind angry red marks that are sure to remain tomorrow. A cold metal chair is situated underneath you, sending shivers up your spine and making every hair stand on edge. Your dominants, Jay and Erin are sat in front of you, their faces locked in icy glares. The air in the room seems to drop 20 degrees every time you think about what’s gonna happen tonight. Not to mention, you’re in just a thin tank top and panties, nipples poking through.

“Tell us what you did, huh? You tell us what you did, and we’ll be nice.”

You swallow thickly as you glance up at her, into her hardened hazel eyes. She leans back in her chair, pushing her chest out. Not that she needs to, her top showcases her cleavage perfectly.

“I don’t think she wants to talk, Erin,” the guy says, his arms folded over his chest. His forearms are so huge, so built. You can’t think of anything other than how one of them would feel locked around your throat. “I don’t think that pretty mouth will open unless we make it open.”

“Got any ideas, Jay?” She asks, and he pushes his chair back, the scraping making your back tense.

Jay comes around and stands behind you, his body pressed right up against the back of your chair. You swallow thickly as his hand comes to wrap around your throat, ever so gently squeezing the sides.

“Oh,” you gasp, lips slightly parting as he makes you look up at him.

“There we go,” he says with the cruelest smirk you’ve seen. “Just needed a push, hm?”

Jay moves his hand up to grip your chin, squeezing your cheeks so your lips are pushed into a pout. You whimper, pressing your thighs together, and he murmurs,

“You disobeyed us, hm? Started riding the biggest dildo even though we never gave you permission to play with yourself. Then, you decided to film it and send it to us, while we’re at work no less. One of our coworkers could have seen, and neither Erin or me feels like whoring you out to them. Especially since our lessons haven’t gotten through to you, hm?”

You glance over at Erin, eyes pleading for sympathy, but her face is cold as ice. She softly chuckles before getting up and strutting over to you, the cropped tank top she’s in leaving very little to the imagination. She undoes the cuffs, a knowing smirk on her face. This “nice” gesture is not nice, not in the slightest. Red circles adorn your wrists, reminding you that you still are not calling the shots here.

“You thought I was gonna be nice? Do you have any idea the hell Voight gave us? All because our slut couldn’t wait. You just had to be a whore, stuffing yourself,” Erin sneered as she looked down at you. “Get your shirt off.”

You quickly pull off your shirt, throwing it aside as Erin’s hands reach around to cup your breasts. Jay pulls his hand away, opting instead to watch as Erin plays with her toy. He perches himself on the table, and he watches with an intrigued look on his face.

“What do you think, Erin? What should we do with her tonight?”

“I promised her I’d turn her into a work of art. I think I’ll keep my promise, but only after she takes her punishment. 25 spankings with the ruler?” Erin purrs, her eyes hardened with lust.

“I think that should suffice. Bend over the arm of the couch, little whore.”

You obey Jay’s command, not wanting to extend your punishment further. He comes up behind you and presses the very prominent erection that’s in his pants to your ass. Erin hands him the ruler, and she sits in front of you, monitoring your body to make sure you’re okay.

“Count,” Jay orders as he runs his hand along the smooth wood of the ruler. “You lose count, we start over. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Detective,” you obediently reply, swallowing thickly.

“Can you tell me your color, and your safeword?”

“Green, and my safeword is berry.”

“Good girl,” Erin praised as she cups your chin. “Telling us your safeword. You use it if you need to, okay?”

“I will, I promise.”

“Good,” she murmured as she kisses your head. “You ready?”

You nodded, and the first strike comes cracking down on your ass. You yelp out a “one” before the second one comes down, this time on the other cheek. Erin’s hand finds yours and she lets you squeeze it after every strike. You count after every strike, no matter how many tears come down your face. Luckily, Jay isn’t cruel, and he keeps his pace fairly steady throughout. He knows impact play is difficult for you to get through, and he keeps a careful eye on you. Jay knows when you’ve had enough, and since he has Erin watching your face, he knows she’ll tell him when you really can’t take it anymore.

Your cries turn to sobs as the number of strikes increase, body trembling as Jay slams the ruler down on your ass. Tears roll down your cheeks, but as much as it hurts and burns, your thighs press together with a searing hot need. Your outer lips become slick with arousal, and it does not go unnoticed by Jay. He smirks as he continues his assault, all the way up until you cry out,

“Twenty five!”

Jay tosses the ruler aside, and he sits away from you to let the complicated mess of feelings that arise wash over him. You collapse into Erin, who holds you and strokes your hair, murmuring soft reassurances.

“Such a good girl, taking your punishment. We’re so proud of you, hm? Our good girl, she just needed a reminder. That’s all, hm?” She softly asks, and you nod, giving her a small whimper as a response.

Once Jay takes his few moments, he comes over and gently taps your shoulder, and you immediately lean into him. His strong arms wrap around you as his lips place a tender kiss to your head.

“Our good girl,” he murmurs as his hand rubs your back, making you arch into him. “Erin’s right, you just needed a little reminder.”

You nod as he kisses your cheek, softly murmuring how good, how you’re his good girl. That was the beautiful thing about Jay and Erin. They knew what they were doing, they respected what you gave them and how important it was to reassure you.

The warm wax dribbles down your body, creating a river of red down the valley of your chest and down your stomach. They take turns dropping it onto you, sometimes from higher heights, sometimes lower. The lower heights make you keen at the warmth, body arching as the wax drops and runs all over. Higher heights draw out soft gasps as the wax hardens right as it touches your skin, surely to leave red marks when it gets taken off at the end of the night.

Jay pays special attention to your breasts, covering them with pools of red and white. As the wax drips onto your nipples, you grit your teeth at the pleasantly uncomfortable sensation. When he’s done, your breasts look almost like a melted peppermint, white and red mixing together to create swirled and smudged pink. Erin blows out the candle in her hands before she drops down to her knees and runs her hands up your sides, feeling the hardened wax underneath her slender fingers as her mouth lays kisses to your neck. She kisses up your jaw before her plump lips lock on yours in a sweet and spicy kiss, teeth gently nipping at your bottom lip.

Jay takes one of the larger candles, and he holds it in his hand, not lighting it just yet. He crouches down behind you, lips grazing the top of your ear as he softly whispers,

“Checking in, sweet girl, can you tell me your color?”

“So fucking green, Detective,” you breath as you pull away from Erin, her taste still on your lips.

“Good girl, using your words. My good girl, all she needed was a reminder,” he purrs as he nibbles the top of your ear. “Let’s finish turning you into a pretty work of art.”

He lights the larger candle before starting on your back. Your soft moans are swallowed by Erin’s mouth as you writhe underneath the warm wax and Jay’s scrutinizing gaze. She kisses down your neck as Jay continues letting droplets and rivers rest and race down your back. You let out soft gasps and moans as he covers your skin in wax. When he’s satisfied with the amount of wax adorning your body, he gives a nod of approval and blows out the candle.

“Look at her, Erin. She’s a living, breathing work of art.”

“She is. She’s our work of art,” Erin muses as she kisses down your body, her hands slipping up your sides. She pulls you onto her lap, her chest pressed against yours as Jay comes up behind you.

He dwarfs the two of you as he looks down at his girls and you let out the prettiest moan as his hand slips in between your thighs.

“So, what do you think, gorgeous? Want me to let you sit on my face and you can ride me til you cum? Or do you want me to pound you while Erin watches, knowing whichever decision you make, she’ll have her way with you after?”

#my asks #jay halstead #jay halstead x erin lindsay x reader #erin lindsay smut #erin lindsay x reader #erin lindsay #jay halstead x reader smut #jay halstead x you #jay halstead x y/n

[thornfield13713]

AU where Hawke and Anders meet and fall in love pre-Kirkwall?

Okay, then! This is the bare-bones events versions - thinking about how the actual relationships involved shift and differ is going to have to be for later.

It starts in 9:25 Dragon. Marian is twenty years old, a farmhand on her parents' farm in Lothering. Anders is twenty-six, fresh out of the Circle on yet another escape attempt. They meet...more-or-less by chance. The last winter was a lean one, and to bring in some extra money Marian volunteered to accompany a cattle drive heading north for the cattle-market in Denerim (she's technically a shepherd herself, but she's done all kinds of farm-work growing up, and the rest of the family can look after the sheep while she's away). On the way back from Denerim, however, cattle sold and Marian having collected her pay for the droving, she runs into Anders just as the Templars have caught up with him, and...well. They're still in the Dragon's Peak Bannorn, so it won't bring down a search on the village where her family lives, and if none of the Templars live to report on this, none of them can give her description to their superiors. For Anders, it seemed like he was about to get dragged back to the tower right up until the Templars who were in the middle of chaining him up all sprouted arrows through their eye-slits. He can't quite believe there isn't a price - especially as his tall, lanky, redheaded rescuer knows enough to ask if they had his phylactery and, when the answer is yes, break it - and Marian...normally, she'd just reassure him there was no price and be on her way. But Malcolm Hawke is already ailing, and the Mages' Collective can't send them a healer, rare as the gift is. And Anders is a spirit healer. So she asks if he can come south with her and heal her father, if he really wants to repay her. If he can't do it, no hard feelings and she's not about to hand him back to the Templars even if he won't come south, but...

Anders agrees, and over the course of the journey south, he and Marian become friends. Finding out that her father and sister are apostates is...not nearly as much of a surprise to Anders as it might've been. Marian isn't going to say it outright, but she knows a lot more about magic, and is a lot more sympathetic to mages, than is usual for non-mages in Chantry-ruled countries. And...well. She's let slip a few comments that suggest that she trained to be able to take out Templars, which is how she mastered the through-the-eye-slit shot in the first place. Only so many reasons for a person to do that. He is able to heal Malcolm, as it turns out - at least now, in the early stages of the disease that would have killed him - and when the Hawkes invite him to stay on, Anders accepts, in part just out of sheer fascination at this family of mages living free and out of sight of the Chantry. Officially, he's a new farmhand Marian found for them on the road from Denerim, though Anders isn't particularly good with the sheep. Unofficially, he quickly starts offering a sideline as a herbalist, and if his patients tend to pull through far more often than average...well, he's just that good with herbs.

Marian and Anders are drawn to each other very early on, though for different reasons to those that bring them together in Kirkwall. Those are still there, but...less prominent, without either Justice or the pressure of living in a Templar-controlled city to bring them to the forefront. Instead, they're drawn together by a similar sense of humour, by the natural magnetism of being a pair of disaster bis, and being able to be open with each other as neither of them has ever really been able to. Marian has only ever been able to express herself freely around her family, Anders only with Karl. They're both angry, too, though both of them are still trying to avoid that rage at this point in their lives rather than look it in the face. Without Anders' concerns about being an abomination, it only takes them a year and a half to start a relationship here, even if Anders can't quite believe he's allowed to do this - to fall in love, and express it openly, and maybe even get married if they want to - and Leandra at the very least is heavily hinting that they should.

They're separated during the Blight. Marian still volunteers to follow Carver into the army for the Ostagar Campaign, because she can't let her little brother go and fight darkspawn alone. And Anders volunteers to go with her because- well, because he can't let Marian go and deal with that alone. Okay, he volunteers his services as herbalist and medic, so he'll be staying back behind the lines, since he isn't good at any sort of fighting that doesn't involve magic and isn't going to let anyone know he's an apostate, but...there it is. Carver is doubly grumpy at having his style cramped by both his sister and her apostate husband (seriously, Marian, are you trying to bring the Templars down on us?) tagging along on campaign, but...there it is. Unfortunately, in the rout at Ostagar, they're separated, and Anders ends up being swept up north in the retreat with Loghain's men while Marian is forced to head back to Lothering without him. Each is desperately hoping the other is alive, but with Lothering destroyed they have no idea where to go to look for one another, and both know the odds are against not being widowed. Anders makes for Amaranthine, in the hope that the Hawkes were able to flee there, and the Hawkes head for Kirkwall, despite Malcolm's misgivings. I suspect either Carver still dies on the road or Malcolm does, or even possibly both if I want to streamline things. Unfortunately, while making for Amaranthine, Anders gets a little careless in his desperation, gets spotted as an apostate, and one of the older Templars in the group that catches him is able to identify him as a Circle escapee from five years back. They make a stop at the Vigil on the way back...and the rest is history.

I will be honest, I'm mostly writing this for their reunion in Kirkwall. The way that Marian just lights up when Lirene mentions the name 'Anders' and starts asking for a description, does he look like this? Is he a great cat-lover with golden eyes and a warm, tired smile who laughs at his own terrible jokes? It hurts, a little, to hear Lirene say she's never seen him smile, or laugh, that it seems like he must have lost more than everyone else, but- she doesn't quite believe it until she's at the clinic, and Anders 'I have made this place a sanctum of healing and salvation' cuts off in the middle the moment he gets a good look at who it is who just came in. He has his reservations - he agreed to host Justice in part because he had already lost the family he found in Lothering and so it didn't matter if he was an abomination, there was nothing left but the cause, and has no idea how Marian will respond to his being possessed, or the way that has changed him. But then, Marian has changed too since Lothering, and in many of the same ways. She knows what Karl meant to him, and of course, of course she's going to help him get his friend and once-lover free. Learning about Justice is...it's strange, certainly. But she's willing to trust Anders' judgement, and he isn't acting like an abomination. From there...probably a few things change, though nothing that's going to majorly reshape the main plot of the game.

#dragon age #marian hawke #handers

[oshawottarchive]

Devourer!Cole mini chapter 1

Jay and Lloyd are out on a mission, and Cole is being less then cooperative with the others

Tw for slight body horror

Cole hissed, backing into a corner, watching the two in front of him, Nya and Zane. They were trying to coax him out, and doing a horrible job at it. Usually Jay or Lloyd did this, but they were off on a mission.

They would’ve had help, but Kai didn’t want to get bit and end up in the infirmary for a month again, and Wu wasn’t going to deal with this right now.

So it was up to Zane and Nya to wake up Cole’s human brain.

Cole was in a less than comfortable form at the moment. Most of his face had turned into a snake snout, and his spine had elongated into a long, serpentine form. He had short, stubby remains of legs, accompanied by the start of a tail.

It was definitely not a pretty sight.

He hissed at them again, eyes narrowing as he bared his fangs, tongue flicking in and out.

Nya sighed, trying to reach for him. She was met with a louder hiss, Cole pulling back into a striking position. Deciding not to risk it, Nya moved her hand back.

“Hey Zane.” She turned to him. “Go get a mouse or something.” The nindroid nodded, leaving for the kitchen. She turned back to the snake, watching him back up as far as he could into the small space.

He was around 20 feet long right now, and definitely more manageable then he would be if he had grown to full size (and now that she thought about it, Nya didn’t know if he even had a size limit).

After what felt like an hour, but was probably only ten minutes, Zane came back with a thawed out mouse. Cole preferred the live ones, but the others definitely didn’t.

Zane had brought tongs as well, which might or might not make it easier, neither of them were sure. He looked at her. “Would you like me to hold the mouse?”

She gulped. “Yeah sure.” She wasn’t afraid of mice, but what she /was/ afraid of was getting her arm ripped off.

Zane took the mouse with the tongs and reached out towards Cole, who stared at him.

His forked tongue flicked out, and his gaze fixed onto the dead rodent. He pulled back a bit more, readying his muscles to strike.

He shot forward, missing the mouse and grabbing onto Zane’s arm. Zane’s eyes widened as the snake started trying to pump venom into him, body coming to wrap around his limb.

Warnings flashed across his vision, the most prominent one telling him that a massive amount of weight was being used to crush his arm, which he had already realized.

He tried desperately to pull his arm away, but Cole only squeezed tighter, fangs deeply imbedded into metal.

“What the /hell/ is happening?!” Pixal yelled in Zane’s head, just having woken up.

Zane silently directed her to his arm, which was slowly coming loose. He had dropped the mouse and tongs, hand having gone limp and useless.

Nya snapped into action. Grabbing Cole, she tried to drag him off of Zane, but the Devourer only dug his fangs in deeper.

They only had one choice. Taking a shaky breath, Zane disconnected his arm and let it fall loose. The serpent’s eyes gleamed as he realized that his victim had stopped trying to fight back, and he started moving to find the end, starting the process of eating it.

“Kai!” Nya called to her brother, who was in the other room. “Help us move him!” The red ninja hesitantly walked over, watching Cole carefully. “Uh, okay. Are you - are you just letting him eat Zane’s arm?”

Zane sighed. “Affirmative, unfortunately.” “Now help us out.” Nya demanded, and Kai nodded, though he took his time picking the snake up.

Working together, they heaved Cole up and off the ground, slowly carrying him over to the ninja’s shared bedroom.

It had taken a while, but they did it, sort of.

They hadn’t gotten Cole’s human side to wake up, but at least they’d got him out of the corner. Nya just hoped that Jay and Lloyd would be back soon.

#crimson writes #Ninjago #ninjago au #ninjago fanfiction #devourer cole au #Cole brookstone #Nya smith #Kai smith #Zane julien #pixal borg

[chaoticlicense]

Mean It (Sevika x F!Reader)

So, you know I had to choose Sevika. My love, my life, my wifey ❤️

Tags: NSFW, Minors DNI, Sevika, Sevika x F!Reader, Teasing, Oral (F!Receiving), Slow Burn?, Ficlet, Smut, Smut Prompts, Not Proofread

Prompt 4 is A softly spoke, “I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”

The night is slow at the Drop. Music plays low in the background of the bar, the only prominent sound is that coming from the pool table. With the queue in hand, you line it up and take your shot. Your ball hits three others, two of which you intended to sink. Only one manages to make its way into the corner hole. With a victorious laugh, you smile at Ran who groans.

“Did you see that?” you ask, pointing with your queue at the hole. 

“I’m not blind,” they retort. 

You chuckle, eyes glancing to the left of you for the eighth time that night. At the table near the bar sits Sevika, lounging in her chair with a glass of amber liquid and a stare that makes your heart race. The two of you have been watching each other all night; stealing a glance every chance you get to see what she’s up to. And while you’ve been playing pool with Ran, Sevika has been playing cards with her usual group who have since left.

She sits alone at the table now, eyeing you with a look so ravenous she looks as though she hasn’t eaten in days. Smiling to yourself, you bend over the pool table as though to stretch. You exaggerate the arch in your back, showing off the curve of your ass as your shirt lifts just enough to expose a few inches of skin. Out of the corner of your eye, Sevika smiles and shakes her head.

“You’re not very subtle,” Ran notes, watching you with an unimpressed gaze.

“Neither is she,” you retort, gesturing with your head in Sevika’s direction.

“Why don’t you go over there and fuck her already? I’m tired of watching you two dance around each other like you don’t want to fuck each other’s brains out every night.”

With a roll of your eyes, you lock eyes with Sevika who takes a long drag from her cigarette. For a moment, you contemplate Ran’s words, wondering if you should, indeed go over there and make a move. It’s been months since you and Sevika shared a kiss that changed everything between you. A kiss that made your relationship go from professional to…well, less than professional.

But, aside from the stolen glances between you over the last few months, things hadn’t moved forward from that kiss. The moment Sevika pulled away, leaving you breathless, chest heaving in the back of the Last Drop, it was like it never happened. Things went back to being professional, or as professional as they could be after that night. Neither of you had worked up the courage to do more than look across the room at each other despite the evident desire that lingered in those looks.

Maybe it was time someone, you , changed that. Besides, it’s not like you had anything left to lose.

Shrugging, you hand Ran your pool queue and wander over to where Sevika sits. As you approach, she leans back in her seat, tilting her head ever so slightly.

Grabbing a nearby chair, you pull up to the opposite side of the table and sit down. 

“What?” Sevika asks.

“What?” 

She scoffs. “What do you want ?”

“So many things,” you say with a grin. “But what I want right now is to know why you keep staring at me as though you’d like nothing more than to devour me.”

Without breaking her steady gaze, Sevika just smirks. 

“You know…” you lean over the table, sliding your hands forward. You pause when your fingers are just inches from hers. “If you want me, you can have me, Sev. There’s nothing I would like more than to have you fuck my brains out.”

This makes her laugh as she, too, leans forward. She reaches out her right hand, slow at first, then quick as she grabs your wrist. In one quick move, she pulls you across the space between you. When you’re barely a breath away from each other, she brings her cigarette to her lips and inhales. A slow stream of smoke leaves her lips as she says, “You don’t know what you’d be signing up for, princess.”

“I can take it,” you mutter, inhaling deeply. “I’m not afraid of you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Very.”

“Good.”

Putting out her cigarette on the table, she brushes your lips over yours, teasing you before pulling back. With her hand still wrapped around your wrist, she pulls you up to your feet and leads the way. You follow her up the stairs to one of the spare rooms Silco keeps around in case he needs it (he never does), heart racing in your chest. Sevika keeps her grip on you firm but not so tight that you couldn’t rip it out of her grasp if you wanted to. Of course, you don’t want to. Why would you when you’re finally about to be with Sevika in the way you’ve wanted to since you first met her?

She kicks in the door to the spare room, not bothering to check if it’s locked, and quickly pushes you inside. The door clicks shut as the two of you find yourselves alone for the first time since that kiss. Sevika keeps you close, hand moving from your wrist to intertwine your fingers with her own. Her other, mechanical hand, goes to your face as she pulls you close to her. Cold fingers grip your chin, forcing you to look up into her eyes. They glimmer with lust, but more than that, they shimmer with longing. 

“Are you sure you want this, princess?” she inquires gently. 

The tip of her metal thumb runs along the bottom of your lip, teasing your mouth. You willingly open up just enough for her to slip the cool metal inside. Metal and grease mix on your tongue while you close your lips around her, eyes never leaving hers. Even when she removes her thumb, the taste lingers.

“Answer me,” she says. “What do you want?”

Your voice comes out in a soft, almost whispered reply, “I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”

“Mmm. I can do that for you.”

Lips crash together as her arm snakes around your waist, lifting you into her arms. She holds you with one while the other hikes your legs up around her hips so she can carry you to the bed. Clothes are all but ripped off and discarded to the floor without care. When Sevika has you naked and exposed beneath her, she looks you over with a satisfied smile. 

“Hm, you should walk around naked all the time,” she notes. “You’re fucking gorgeous, princess.”

You hum a little, laughing softly. 

“You’re not so bad yourself, Sev.”

Shaking her head, she leans over you while her hands go to your thighs. Fingers of metal and flesh trail along your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Despite her tough, fiery exterior, Sevika is surprisingly gentle with you. Her touch is soft and lingering, teasing, pinching with intention. Lips ghost over yours,  head dipping down to your neck before you can open your mouth for her. She sucks on your soft skin, leaving marks across your collarbone. 

Your back arches when her mouth finds a nipple and lips wrap around the sensitive nub. Her tongue circles around it, teasing it into a hardened peak until you’re softly moaning for more. But she takes her time with you. Moves from one breast to the other, gently sucking on the other nipple before moving to your sternum. Soft lips leave softer kisses between your breasts, down along the soft plains of your stomach until she reaches your aching pussy. 

Her fingers dig into your hips as she leans forward and flicks out her tongue. The warm, wet tip of it parts your folds just enough to delve inside of you before she finally rolls it over your clit. She doesn’t linger. Sevika works her tongue between your folds, sucking on them to draw some of your wet arousal into her mouth before circling your clit. Every so often, the tip of her tongue makes direct contact, sending sharp bursts of warm pleasure through you. 

Your eyes flutter closed at the sensation of her devouring your pussy, but a sharp pinch on your thigh has them wide open again.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” Sevika demands. 

You’re not stupid enough to disobey her. Not while she’s in control of your release.

After she’s finished teasing you, licking you, diving into you, she wraps her lips around your clit and sucks. Every ounce of self-control leaves you as whimper out a moan. Hands hold onto the bedsheets in a death grip while you grind against her mouth. Sevika chuckles, the sound muffled as she tends to your swollen, aching clit. She works away at getting you off, smiles against you, indulging in the way you moan for her. 

“Oh, fuck! Sevika!” You cry. “I think…fuck, I think I’m close.”

You fight against the urge to close your eyes as you near your first orgasm of the night. Sevika wants you to watch her, you know that she does, but as she gives your clit a hard suck and laps at your folds, devouring you as promised, pleasure crashes down on you hard. You can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut as you cum, wet release flooding between your legs into her mouth. Your moans fill the empty room joining Sevika’s satisfied laugh. 

As you come down from your high, she lifts her head and locks eyes with you once more. 

“What do you say, princess?” she gives your thigh a gentle squeeze.

Swallowing hard, your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath. 

“I don’t-” you pant, “-I don’t think you meant it enough.”

Sevika just grins, grey eyes full of mischief as she raises a brow.

“Is that so?” she asks.

“Mhm. I think you need to show me again just how much you mean it.”

“Hm. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

#mature #chaos writes #chaotic writing #arcane #fanfiction #arcane fanfiction #arcane drabble #arcane ficlet #sevika #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #reader x sevika

[godginrai]

I don’t want to make a whole essay’s worth about it but I really do want to talk about how much Revue Starlight really surprised me. Especially one particular character.

I don’t know when or where I had heard of the series, though very likely it was a Touhou server. My only surface level knowledge was maybe two or three things: There’s some sort of theatre school, there’s action with some nice animation and elaborate costumes, and of course, there’s a girl named Daiba Nana with a whole banana motif going on.

Around the start of this year I had seen some acquaintances suddenly talking about it again with excitement and recommending it, so with the ongoing anime binge with me and a close friend at the time, I thought it’d be fun to try something neither of us had seen.

I don’t really feel the need to go into the play-by-play of how the first episode went for us beyond “what the fuck is with the giraffe. is any of this really happening” etc. But it certainly got us intrigued to continue.

What *really* got us though was in the third episode during Karen and Maya’s Revue. At one point Maya talks about every stage girl’s ambitions and desires to be top star. During this, it shows brief flashes of other characters and their weapons, some of which had yet to fight on-screen. One of them was Nana. However, it was only a brief flash of her sword handle and little else.

Me and my friend immediately began to read into this slightly ominous shot and wondered “Is Nana actually the strongest?” We quickly got another hint at the end of the episodes when we saw she was ranked 3rd overall in the auditions.

We then spent the rest of the anime’s first half super pumped and wanting to see what Banana’s deal was. 

And then of course, the end of episode 6, during the title card preview, which was just a screen of nothing but “Daiba Nana”. They really knew.

I’m not sure if I was ready. I don’t think I am even now.

This may be entirely subjective to call her this, but I’m willing to say that Daiba Nana is one of my favourite antagonists in anything I’ve seen.

I think what does it is the simple fact she’s a genuine loving and caring friend first, and antagonist second. There’s no tragic and lengthy backstory we’re shown or overtly informed of. Everything that drives her misguided methods is entirely shown and enforced through her genuinely kind and loving actions as a friend to everyone.

Her motivations can be and ultimately are selfish, but it’s so very easy to understand what brought her to them and why. Her crippling loneliness, excess attachment to friends, and extreme fear of change are thoroughly human and grounded emotions. I think just about any other person you’d ask has a point in their life they’d happily return to if possible. I know I sure do anyway.

And that’s what I have to ask myself. Would I do the same in her situation? There’s a high chance yes. Would I repeat it countless times like her at least? That much is hard to say. I think what helps her case is how mundane a thing it really was she wanted to preserve. It wasn’t some high stakes changing of fate or anything. It was just a lonely girl wanting to see her friends at their alleged happiest.

Then there’s the movie. Nana is definitely one of the most prominent characters in conveying the themes of following an established role and doing what the audience wants to see. Revue of Annihilation is more or less fanservice. She didn’t *have* to curbstomp her friends to make them stop and consider their place in things. Surely some words could have done the same, right? But that’s not what we want to see, I don’t think.

I still can’t get over the presentation of that scene. The sheer buildup in the transforming stage, the tense and rushing music, then the reveal of Nana staring down her friends as the sole opposition. Her calm, piercing eyes but with a casual tap of her foot to the beat. That whole revue embodies the cool factor of Nana’s ruthless fighting style when she’s in an antagonistic role. I fucking love it so much.

Then the Revue of Hunting. I don’t know what opinions are online about this and I don’t really need to know. From the first viewing I always took away from it as Nana still knee deep in her “villain” role of the film in order to test and push Junna to be more confident.

But the bigger thing I really like and personally take away from that is a further wake up call on Nana’s character. Having probably some of the darkest and most emotional moments of any revue, it really comes off to me as acknowledging Nana’s unhealthily obsessive behaviour over Junna in particular. And by the end both of the pair have to acknowledge they may not be the best for each other.

Nana is a deeply flawed individual. But it all comes from what’s also so kind and uplifting about her. Her strength as a fictional character, as an antagonist, is not that I merely sympathize with her, but empathize. Her motivation and what she wants to protect genuinely makes me want to cry when I think about it, but I am glad she had the strength, love and help needed to move on.

#revue starlight #revue starlight spoilers #aimless ramble i dont know where i was going with all of this