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luveline · 5 months
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idk if you would write for this I checked your guidelines and wasn’t sure but I would LOVE a pregnancy scare with Aaron (May be reader is younger than him?)! And she’s just panicked bc he’s older and already has a kid and etc and the test can be pos or neg totally up to you!
thank you for requesting! 1.3k, fem (possibly) pregnant!reader
cw reader's and hotch's attitude towards pregnancy is mostly positive
Your period is twelve days late. 
That is not a small amount of time. 
You don't notice it at first, and when you do you figure it's a few extra days without an irksome pain, a balm to soothe the ache of your absent boyfriend and a hard job, but when Aaron comes home from a case and you still haven't started your period, the panic begins to set in. 
You have a hard time keeping things from him for obvious reasons. His being a human lie detector felt fascinating when you first met, but now it's making things worse. You would've liked some time to yourself for denial, only he can always tell when something is wrong, though it's clear to you he's not sure exactly what it is. He'll realise eventually, you know. 
"Let's go to the store," he suggests, his hand flirting with the back of your neck. "You always feel better after a sweet treat." 
You've been to the store today, unbeknownst to him, for some emotional support chocolates and a small box you'd rather not think about. You'd hoped that he might get called away to give you time to open it, but without him you're not sure you have the strength. 
You hadn't expected to feel this way. You want desperately to tell him, but you're just so, so scared. 
"I don't feel like going anywhere." 
He hums as his hand moves to your shoulder, squeezing a loving path down to your hand. Jack bangs a toy down in his bedroom across the way, and the washing machine spinning from the utility closet sounds louder than it ever has before, like a rocket about to erupt. You don't know what it is that gets you, but suddenly you're overwhelmed, a confession stuck in the back of your throat as Aaron meets your panicked gaze. 
"What's wrong?" he asks. "Here, honey, sit down." 
He guides you to a kitchen chair. 
"What's wrong?" he asks again, bending at the waist. 
Your head rushes with white noise for a second. You wet your chapped lips with the tip of your tongue; you've missed your period, but it isn't that alone that scares you. Perhaps in an instance of a psychosomatic symptom, you feel weird, other. Something has changed. And you're starting to feel sick. 
"Aaron, I don't know what to do," you say. 
His eyes widen with an expression you don't often see. "Has something happened?" 
It's so, so hard to say. "I think I've messed up." 
"Not in any way I can't fix." 
"Maybe I have," you say miserably, panic hot behind your eyes. 
He shakes his head. "You haven't. I swear you haven't. Please, tell me what's wrong before I have a heart attack." 
You can't say it while he's looking at you, and when you do it's hardly audible. "I think I'm pregnant," you breathe. 
Aaron pauses. You can't even raise your head, anxiety its own heartbeat and nausea rising fast. You let out a gasp you'd held in and try to calm down, even while every little part of you worries about what he's going to say. 
You don't know if you want to be pregnant, or have a baby, but you know it would probably break your heart just a touch if Aaron didn't want to have one with you. You're not sure why. And Jack is a beautiful kid but he's growing up. Aaron isn't young. 
"How sure are you?" he asks, tone completely measured. 
"I… I feel it," you say. "I know that's stupid… 'N my period is really late, nearly two weeks now." 
"You feel it?" 
"I feel sick." Your elbows on your thighs and the backs of your hands pressed to your eyes, you curl in on yourself. "I'm so scared." 
"You're scared?" Hands on your forearms. Aaron gets down on his knees in front of your chair and rubs fondness into your skin, his voice a soothing, familiar comfort as he says, "Sweetheart, you have nothing to be scared of. Don't be scared. I'm right here." 
Tears like a shock, relief and horror mixed into one. "I'm so stupid, I haven't even taken the test yet, I don't know why I'm acting this way." 
"We all react differently to foreign situations than how we might imagine. What's important now is that you take a breath, because otherwise you'll panic." 
While you're afraid of what he's thinking, you trust him implicitly. "Okay." 
"Okay," he says, pulling your hands away from your face. "Just breathe, honey." 
He's more patient than you knew another person could be. He wipes your straggling tears with his hand without a word, his breath coming in even inhales and exhales for you to follow. The small spike of panic swiftly melds to plain old tears. You're embarrassed. You're unhappy. You and Aaron certainly weren't trying for this occasion. 
"What are you scared of?" he asks eventually. 
"Of you. Of what you're thinking, and– and what if I– I mean, what if I'm pregnant?" you ask, as though pregnant is a new word. When you said it at first, you'd meant, what if we end up having a baby together? But now you're more inclined to think about the process itself. What if you're physically pregnant? 
"Well, you have absolutely no reason to be scared of me. I love you." Aaron puts his hand just under your ear, his thumb to your cheek. "Whatever happens. Nothing else matters to me besides you." 
"Because you want a baby," you say unhappily. 
"Who says I don't?" He smiles at you softly. "I think we should've had this conversation a long time ago, but the long and short of it is that I love you. I love you and I'll do what you need me to." 
"I figured you'd be done having babies," you say, still hesitant. 
"Evidently not." He laughs, and you laugh back and he acts like you've hung the moon. "If you're scared of being pregnant, maybe you should take the test before you wind yourself up, hm?" 
"I guess I'm acting pretty silly, huh?" you ask, sniffling and wiping your eyes, the two of you caught in breathy laughter again. 
"Hormonal, maybe," he says. "Don't be scared. I don't want you to be scared." 
"What do you want?" you ask. 
"I just want you to stop crying. It's not right…" He strokes your damp cheek. "If I'm honest? If you take that test, and you aren't pregnant, or if you don't want to have a baby," —his face is calm, a small smile playing on his lips— "then I don't want you to, either." 
"But if I am?" you ask. 
"Then I will be so, so happy, because it's you." 
A missed period isn't necessarily indicative of pregnancy, and you could be freshly pregnant or four whole weeks and the test could still come out negative. Maybe your weird feeling is indigestion. Whatever happens, you really believe that the man in front of you is here for whatever answer you find. 
"I love you."
"I love you, too," he says, bone deep sincerity turned to something lighter, fondly teasing as he lifts himself up and hugs you close. "You know that." 
You let him hold you for a little while, calming down, looking at the positives and all your options. "You think Jack would be happy?" 
"He'd love a brother or sister… eventually." 
You wipe your tears and runny nose in his shirt and he does you the generosity of pretending not to notice. If you are going to have anyone's baby, you'd want it to be his. 
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riskyraiker · 25 days
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So I saw your requests were open and that you do both x men and tfp, leading to me wondering how would the team prime and the cons react to a mutant reader? And could readers mutant ability be like Johny Storm from Fantastic 4? (Keep up the good work 👍)
LOVE IT! ALSO YOU GET EXTRA POINTS FOR MIXING UP TFP AND X-MEN. I wrote this as platonic. Let me know if you want any romantic version
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How did you end up like this? No one knows, but they don't even know you're like this. Ecxept Miko, Raf and Jack, since you know that they're friends with huge fraggin robots. When you met the bots it wasn't the best situation, because you were enraged about the events that happened at home that day. Almost engulfed in flames you calm down when you spot Miko talk to a bit bulky bot behind an abandonded building. You saw the bots which resulted in you being brought to the base. You were amazed that you could forget the sorrow you have for being different. You grew close with the team really quick, even Ratchet took a liking to you. The moment the team sees your ability for the first time was when they were cornered by cons in a energon mine. Since there was no backup at the moment you ran out and light yourself up. At first the autobots thought you were an alien or something, but when they realize it's you they didn't believe it at first. The vehicons weren't so lucky since you almost melted some of their limbs. Once the fight was done they just stared at you. "Uhh..guys? Does anyone have some spare clothes?"
Optimus Prime
He would be confused. Like literally confused which is rare, but still you managed to achieve it.
You're human and fire should hurt you. How do you light yourself on fire?!
The moment you tell them that you're a mutant and your not the only one they start to do some research on these so called "mutants"
He would ask you what you can do and what your abilities are.
Doesn't like the idea of having you on the battlefield even if it means that the autobots have the upperhand
You're now his child. No objections.
The team needs help? You're there to melt them down and that earns you a big lecture from Optimus about how they can't risk human lives.
If he's wounded you would melt the metal gently and repair it.
Since he's made of metal some of his plating might be cold. So he absolutely loves how you work like an furnace.
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Ratchet
Almost freaked out by your abilities.
"Y/N IS ON FIRE BY THE ALL SPARK WHY IS NO ONE DOING ANYTHING"
The moment he gets to know about your so called mutation he turns into a fragging scientist. Blood samples, dna samples and etc.
Anytime there's any need for repairs he just picks you up and points where repair is needed.
"Fix it, you're smaller, steadier and you're hot"
He wouldn't realize his mistake until you laugh straight into his face "what's so funny? Wha- NO NOT LIKE THAT"
He would love your help in the medbay since you can mold wounds.
Your now his favorite assistant in medbay and in the lab
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Bumblebee
He thinks you're so awesome! A human who can light themselves on fire with no harm?!
He would ask you to fly or use any other abilities out or nowhere because he wants to see you as your true self
If you could understand him he would straight up just rant how cool you are. He also gave you a nickname which is Firefly
He loves giving you hugs since you're so warm.
He's in trouble? They're melted before he can even ask for backup
He's your big bro now and Raf your lil bro. You're the best sibling duo there is.
On cold nights he would just keep you on his shoulder so he could feel your warmth close to his face so he can relax
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Arcee
Oh she would be speechless. You can melt vehicons, fly somehow and just in general use your abilities
You're now her favorite human (BYE JACK)
She would love to watch you make fireshows
Your warmth would comfort her since she's lonely sometimes
She would call you as backup anytime the team is struggling
✨The sassy team✨
Oh you two would be unstoppable. Cybertronian femme whose sassy and a mutant who is also sassy.
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Bulkhead
Oh he would take you for a drive to ask you all kind of questions
First he thought the cons lit you on fire and panicked
After that he wants to see your abilities. That includes you having clothes on (of course🤨)
He would be so interested, but terrified about your ability to melt cybertronians
He's a wrecker! Of course your abilities will be useful.
He wouldn't like the idea of you in the battlefield, but still is amazed how well you handle it.
The big chunky guy is usually warm but won't mind some extra warmth from your body in the colder days.
He's bored? Be ready to fire up.
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Wheeljack
Oh oh oh! You'll never hear the end of it. He's around every corner begging you to light up.
He's more chaotic than bulkhead so of course he's after you all the time and asking you to set things on fire.
Wouldn't actually mind going on patrol with you since you're so awesome
He would secretly carry you around on missions to have you melt the cons. I bet he would stare sadisticly.
But don't worry he wouldn't risk your life! If you want to stay safe he won't bother you anymore. (Maybe)
Any old enemy of his he managed to meet on earth would most likely be melted by his request to bring you along.
Ultra Magnus
He would not be happy about you breaking protocol and not staying in the base.
But he would be grateful about you saving the team
"Aaww you're worried about me" No teasing! Now you're in for a 1 hour long lecture
He would find your mutation interesting, but would let it be since he's a robot himself
He's always cold. Mentally. And! Physically so he wouldn't admit it but does love your body warmth.
Smokescreen
"YOU'RE ON FIRE?! COOL!" Wouldn't understand that isn't normal until he's back in his senses. "YOU'RE ON FIRE! AHH PRIMUS WHY ARE YOU ON FIRE!?"
Would absolutely love your abilities even if you would be insecure about being 'different'
If you ever would kick decepticon aft he's your 1# fan in the background
He finds beauty in fire so he thinks you and your abilities are absolutely stunning
If he's scared about succeeding or about the future you would be there on his shoulder warm like an oven which calms him down
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The team were in trouble. Why? There was a surprise attack by Megatron himself. You flew through the groundbridge so you could help the team. You were almost too late as Megatron had his servo/sword up and about to strike Optimus. Hurrying you catch on to his servo and start to heat up, melting his servo in the process. "GAHH! WHAT ARE YOU!?" Megatrons sword and blaster were both out of the game since you melted most of his servo. Having the upperhand, the cons give up and leave. There was one con left. Megatron. "This isn't over, Optimus. Not with you and your firey PET!" Oh oh, he was pissed!
Megatron
That little mutant dare to melt his servo!
He didn't even know you're a human with a mutation until soundwave found footage and info about you.
Would try to get revenge on you, but doesn't want to risk losing his servo again.
For once the warlord was worried about his opponent.
If you could melt his servo, could you melt your way through his whole frame?
He didn't show it, but the thought actually made him shudder.
He couldn't lose to a pathetic human who is 10 times smaller than him.
In short, he hates your guts but loves your abilities.
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Soundwave
The moment Megatron asked to find information about you, a switch flipped in his processor.
Finally he found a human interesting. A extraordinary human to be specific
If he had time he would try to see you on cameras so he could catch you for Megatron
He wasn't scared or anything, but would be slightly worried could you melt his screen off?
He did almost catch you, but you lit up inside him so he had to drop you out before he would fall down from the sky.
Knew that you're stronger than anybot thinks. Wouldn't mess with you unless he has something to overpower you for example: some relics
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Knockout
If he ever I MEAN EVER sees you in action he would definitely run away and protect his paintjob.
Fire + his beautiful plating/paint job did NOT go together.
If you would try to attack him, you won't see him after a while. He's AFRAID of you.
Would always seem busy when he heard lord Megatron talk about a mission where you could be involved.
"Knockout!" The cherry red medic saluted. "You have a mission to go an retrieve a relic. Y/N could be there, so be quick." "My Liege I'm in the middle of a medical check up I don't have t-time. Send breakdown. He's willing to do it."
If you're on the nemesis he would run away like from the bot zombies in season 3 of tfp xD
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Shockwave
You're mutation was...illogical
A human shouldn't be able to light themselves on fire
Would ask permission from Megatron to take you as a test subject.
Be careful not to be caught by him! It would be worse than having others afraid of you and your freaky abilities.
He wanted to see how you could work with your abilities. How could he make them..Logical
Wouldn't be afraid of you. Oh no no no. He would be so so so interested about your abilities he wouldn't care if he would get melted at the same time.
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Predaking
He would love your abilities to be on flames, but! Since he's a decepticon and a predacon ofcourse he has to attack you.
Would speak to you someway or another in his bipedal mode during a mission
If he need fire styled company, he would try to contact you. He doesn't care if you're part of the autobots. You're his friend
Frag Megatron and Shockwave. You're warm like him! You're now his grandchild!
You would joke around that he's your actual king! Since you both are fire themed basically.
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vintagepresley · 1 year
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68′ Comeback Special.. PART 2
Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader
Word count: 10,812
Warning: 18+ SMUT!SMUT!SMUT! SO MUCH SMUT. virgin reader, oral (m and f receiving, fingering, praise kink, some rough sex, dirty talk, swearing foot fetish, spitting etc. TONS OF KINKS. so BEWARE. 
Authors notes: yet another fanfic I can't really explain, but I couldn't stop and this is what we got. sorry in advance for the filth, lmaoo. Some spelling errors. ENJOY. 
PART ONE. :))
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Relax, mmm, let loose, mmm, defrost, mm…
Once Elvis had left the dressing room and was headed back for the stage, he was fixing his pants a bit, making sure everything looked normal, in the back of his mind he knew that what he did in his pants would be a problem for later, it would have everyone asking questions as to how and when the incident happened. But he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself because only you and him would know the truth. He spotted Jerry on his way back and pulled him to the side, “Jerry, do me a favor and just check on the little girl in my dressing room, make sure she’s comfortable and let her know when I’ll be back.” He said with smile. “Yeah, no problem, EP.” He said with a nod as he watched Elvis walk out to take the stage and he headed to the dressing room, the sound of Elvis’ voice echoing as he says, “My boy, my boy….”
Meanwhile back in his dressing room you were still laying naked on the couch, all kinds of thoughts running through your head, you still couldn’t believe what just happened between you and Elvis and the way he made you feel and the person you became in those moments with him. This must be a dream. You also began to wonder what this meant, was this just a one-time thing? Did he mean it when he called you, his girl? You were so confused and yet so excited and anxious for him to return at the thought of what was to come. But before your mind could wander any further you heard a knock at door and you jumped up in a panic, gathering your clothes from the floor as you shouted frantically, “Just a minute!” Since Elvis had been living in his dressing room for the duration of the show, he had a bedroom connected to his dressing room. You quickly sprinted to the next room to clean yourself up, putting your clothes back on. Jerry furrowed his brow a bit as he heard you shout and all the commotion coming from inside the dressing room, and he waited patiently by the door.
Once you were dressed again you rushed back out of the bedroom and over to the mirror in the dressing room, fixing your hair and make-up that Elvis had ruined the best that you could, glancing down at your dress and smoothing out before taking another look in the mirror at yourself and you noticed the small hickeys Elvis had left along your neck and it made you smile as your mind wandered back to him kissing your neck and you quickly snapped yourself back to reality and walked over to the door, opening it slightly and glancing up to see it was the guy from earlier that brought you back, you smile nervously, opening the door a bit wider now. “Oh, hey… Jerry, right?” you say. He nods with a smile, “Elvis just wanted me to make sure you were okay and if you needed anything. I can get something to eat if you like.” You smile and spoke softly, “Oh, that’s so nice! Sure, if you don’t mind.” He nods. “I think the guys went out to get pizza, so I can bring some back for you. Oh, Elvis should be back soon; they’ll probably wrap it up for tonight after the sit-down part of the show.” He says with a smile. “Oh okay, thank you again.” You said happily and he flashed you another smile before walking away and you shut the door closed again, walking back over to sit down, and grabbing the remote to the tv that sat across from the couch, plopping yourself down.
You didn’t know how long Elvis was going be and you needed to do something to get your mind off him while you waited, you were starving and you thought maybe when Jerry got back you could make conversation with him and have him keep you company, Elvis did send him to keep an eye on you after all and he seemed nice enough. You flipped through the channels on the tv eventually stopping and just watching whatever was on. Before you knew it, twenty minutes had gone by and you heard a knock at the door, assuming it was Jerry. Finally. You got up and made your way to the door, opening it to see Jerry standing there with a box of pizza and bottle of coke. “Food just as I promised!” he chuckled softly as he walked past you and set everything down on the coffee table. “Thank you so much, I’m starving.” You laughed softly, immediately walking over to the table and sitting down on the floor, flipping the top of the box open. You glanced over at Jerry who was getting ready to head out. “Wait!” You shouted. He turned with an eyebrow raised. “Something wrong?” He said a bit concerned. You shook your head, “No, not at all. It’s just… It’d be nice to have someone to talk to until Elvis got back. Maybe you could tell me some his secrets.” You laughed jokingly, grabbing a slice of pizza and you began to eat.
A soft chuckle escaping Jerry’s lips and he nodded, “Alright, I’ll stay for a bit… Why not.” Jerry knew to be careful because Elvis didn’t like for him or any of the guys to hang around too long around the women he chose, he was quick to get jealous. But there was no harm being done. So, he grabbed a slice of pizza and a bottle of coke and went to sit down on the couch, watching the television. About an hour passes by and you still sat on the floor listening and laughing along to Jerry’s stories about Elvis and the things he got up to on his movie sets.
Elvis had now finished the sit-down segment of the special and he was headed backstage where he followed Bill to the room where they kept all the outfits Elvis was going to be wearing for the special. Bill wanted to make sure the suit was still intact and help Elvis out of it since he had been sweating like crazy in it and they were worried they may have to cut him out of it. Luckily, that wasn’t the case, but he soon discovered the caked-on stain of semen in his pants once they were off and went into a panic, calling Steve Binder in and telling him what happened. Much like Elvis expected, the questions began to swirl around, and he tried his best not to laugh as he walked off to other part of the room, getting himself cleaned up as the two of them figured out what to do to get rid of the stain. Elvis emerged again eventually from the back room now shirtless in a pair of white shorts that were not only short, but hugged his lower body perfectly, paired with a long black robe that he tied closed in the front. He spoke a little more with Bill and Steve before eventually heading back to his dressing room.
He couldn’t wait to get back to you especially because you had been on his mind the entire performance, it felt like it had gone on for hours because he was just thinking about getting back to you. As he approached the door to his dressing room, he heard you giggling and Jerry’s voice. He furrowed his brow, his jaw clenched as he swung the door open in anger, surprising the both of you. Jerry could already tell from the look on Elvis’ face that he was not happy. “The hell you doin’, Jerry?!” he shouted angrily. You got quiet, you’ve been a fan of Elvis’ for years, but you’ve never seen him angry. Not once. So, this was surprising. “Ah, man, nothing. I was just telling her some funny stories, EP.” Jerry explained. “I told you to make sure she was okay, not make yourself comfortable with her. Find ya own girl to tell your damn stories to, now get out! Let the rest of those sonsofbitches out there know I don’t want to be disturbed.” he shouted. “Alright, man… .” Jerry said quietly as he walked toward the door. You were confused by his reaction, he seemed unbothered by Elvis’ temper, but he knew later Elvis would find him and apologize, because that’s just how he was. Once Jerry walked out Elvis slammed the door closed and locked it and turned his attention to you, his eyes full of jealousy.
You weren’t sure if you should be scared or turned on in this moment, he looked so good, especially in that black robe, but you could tell this was no game. Was he jealous? Impossible. You stared up at him as he walked toward you and you slowly stood up off the floor, playing with your hands nervously, “Elvis…. He wasn’t doing anything... I just got bored in here by myself is all….” you say softly. He stepped closer to you now, not saying a word, his body brushing slightly up against your own the closer he got, his face was inches away from yours, you stared into those gorgeous blue eyes that were a darker shade of blue now. “Elvis..” Before you could even get another word out, his right hand had tightly grabbed a hold of your waist, his lips crashing against yours, kissing you softly and you thought you’d melt right into him in this moment, until he pulled back and a pout formed on your lips, now he was staring at you intensely. Fuck he is so sexy. “What did I say to you earlier? You’re my girl. I don’t want to catch you with another man in my dressing room, giggling like a goddamn schoolgirl.” He said sternly. You felt your eyes beginning to water from the way he was speaking to you but composed yourself. Nothing happened. Why was he so jealous? You couldn’t understand.
You began to look down at the ground as you grew quiet. He sighed and brought his hand up from your waist and placed his index finger beneath your chin, lifting it up so you were looking at him again, his eyes now back to their ocean blue color and he pressed another kiss your lips, his features now softened and spoke softly, “I’m not angry with you, little one. I-I like you and I just get a bit jealous, I’m sorry.” You nodded slowly at his words, leaning toward him to steal another kiss from his lips. You couldn’t help but want him even more despite his small outburst, you hate to admit that it turned you on. Him being jealous over you? It made you weak in the knees at the thought.
He smiled a bit and pulled his hand away from your face and brought it down to grasp your left hand, intertwining his fingers with your own as he tugged gently for you to follow him as he walked back toward his bedroom, following closely behind him you didn’t really get a good look at the setup of bedroom earlier when you were in a panic getting your clothes on, but as you looked around it was dimmed lighting, dark curtains and bedding. The room looked as if whoever was staying here was a vampire, it was interesting to say the least. “Sit down, baby.” He said as he let go of your hand and pointed toward the bed.
You sat down at the edge of the bed, biting down on your bottom lip curious at what he may have planned for the two of you now, watching him closely as he walked over to a table that had a bunch of his personal belongings, he grabbed a small box and pulled out a white filtered tipped cigar, placing it between his lips and grabbing the lighter that sat on the table, bringing it up to light the tip of the cigar. You licked your lips slowly, even him smoking was hot, you couldn’t help but stare, aroused at the sight. What hell is wrong with me? He inhaled sharply and then shortly exhaled, a cloud of smoke forming around him and now he was walking over to you, the cigar hanging from his lips. He was standing directly above you now, you stared up at him, his hands reaching up to brush some of your hair out of your face before cupping it gently and brushing the pads of his thumbs against your cheeks. “Baby, you were on my mind the entire time I was out on that stage. I could hardly focus…” his words a bit muffled with the hanging cigar in his mouth. A small giggle escaping your lips, your face nuzzling into his left hand and staring up at him innocently, pressing small kisses against his hand as you mumbled, “You’re all I was thinking about too…” A grin forming on his lips, bringing his right hand up to grasp the cigar between index finger and thumb, tapping some of the ash off into the ashtray that sit on the bedside table, bringing it back up to lips to take another puff from it, holding it back between his fingers.
He bit down on his bottom lip, he had something on his mind that he wanted to try with you, but he didn’t know how to ask, he wasn’t sure you would go for it. He knew you were still new at this, and he didn’t want to push. But it was running through his mind, the possibilities. His left hand still against your cheek and now he was lightly running his fingers through your hair. “Baby?” He hummed softly. “Yes, Elvis?” You cooed, leaning into his touch more. “I-I… have a q-question…” he asked nervously. He was stuttering now and that only happened when he was nervous about something, you noticed how strange he was acting; you raised an eyebrow curiously at him. “Yes?” you responded. “Y-You can say no, but… I-I was wonderin’ if you’d let me try something with you.” He spoke. You were still confused at what he was trying to ask and was hoping he’d get to the point. “Well, what is it, silly?” you laughed softly.
He leaned over to put his half-smoked cigar out in the ash tray, his hands finding your face again, caressing his fingers lightly against your skin. “Okay, I have a camera and I thought… to make things a little more fun that maybe you’d let me… Ya know, film you?” he asked. You sat up a bit straighter now, not sure how to respond to that and now you got up from the bed, pulling away from his grasp, walking away from him, your arms folding over your chest and your back turned to him as you responded, “Why? So, you can show this to other people? Your friends? I know what I did earlier was new to me, and I was more than willing to fulfill your needs. But I’m not that kind of girl, Elvis.” His eyes widen a bit, rushing over to you now, his arms around your waist, turning you to face him, his hands brushing up and down your arms, causing shivers to run down your spine and goosebumps to form. “No, no, baby…. I wouldn’t show it to anyone. It would be just for me, I promise. I would never do that. I’d just like to film us together… Please… For me, little one?” he cooed. You looked up at him now, biting the inside of your cheek nervously, you looked into his eyes, and you could tell he was telling the truth from the innocence in his voice and the look on his face, you couldn’t believe you were considering this, but how could you say no to him, your arms dropping from your chest. You let out a soft sigh, “If I do this with you, you promise it would be for your eyes only?” you asked. He nodded, “I swear to you, darlin’.” He hummed. “Okay, let’s do it then…” you said softly.
His face lit up at your words, and he pulled you up against him, pressing a gently kiss to your lips as he whispered against them, “Oh, you are in for a treat, little one. I’m going to make sure you know you’re mine… And you won’t forget this time.” He grinned. Your lips still close to one another, a quiet needy whimper escaped your lips at his words, and you quickly bit down on your lip in embarrassment, blushing, knowing he heard it of course. You couldn’t help yourself; he made you feel crazy, and he didn’t even have to do much. He stole another kiss before pulling away and disappearing into the next room. You brought your right hand up to your lips, biting on your fingertips anxiously as you heard him in the other room fumbling around with things, you sat down on the bed.
Elvis comes walking back into the bedroom, camera in hand now along with a small tripod and he had a boyish grin on his face as he began to set it up. “W-What should I do, Elvis?” you said nervously. “I want you to just relax, darlin’. I’ll guide you through what I want you to do for me.” He smirked, once he had the camera set up where he wanted, he turned the camera on, but it wasn’t recording yet. He gestured for you to come over to him with two fingers, you slowly rose from the bed looking nervously at the camera as you walked over to him, he reached up and removed the headscarf from your hair, strands of hair that you had held back now falling in front of your face, he brushed the strands behind your ear with smile. He whispered softly to you, “When I start recording, I want you to take your dress off for me, slowly. But keep your bra and panties on, and those cute knee-high stockings of yours, baby. I just want you to run your hands along your body for me, touching every inch of yourself, I’ll tell you what to do after that…” You nodded, biting down on your lip, completely turned on already by the way he was giving you directions, he grabbed a hold of your hand and brought you back to the bed standing you directly in front of the camera.
You stood there exhaling sharply, trying to relax yourself because even though you’ve just met him, for some reason you felt like you could trust him with your life and that brought some comfort to you. He was standing back behind the camera now, pressing a button on the side and now a red light was flashing, which meant he was now recording. You hesitated at first. But reached your hands around to unzip your dress and you began to slowly shimmy out of it, letting it fall to the floor, remembering the directions he had given you, you began run your hands along neck, down to your chest, gently squeezing your breasts through your bra and running your hands slowly along your abdomen and down to your hips and then over the front of your panties, letting your fingertips linger there for a moment as you looked into the camera and then at him waiting to hear his approval. He smirked when you looked at him, “Good girl…” He said softly. “Now, turn around and climb onto the bed for me, baby... But don’t turn back around until I say.”
You nod your head slowly, turning around for him, looking back at him over your shoulder a bit before climbing onto the bed slowly, sitting up on your knees as your back was still facing him, waiting for his next directions, he exhaled sharply he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, “Unhook your bra, but don’ take it off completely yet. Then turn around and let it fall to the ground.” He whispered. You reached around to unhook bra, the straps slowly falling down your shoulders and slowly removing your arms, covering the front of your bra with your right arm to keep it held up, slowly turning yourself back around to face him, removing your arm and letting it fall to ground, the cold air hitting your nipples causing them to get hard, you whimpered softly at the sensation. “Fuck… now lay back and spread those legs wide open and touch yourself, baby.” He mumbled softly.
You were surprised at how much you were starting to enjoy this, and you could feel yourself already becoming wet and you’ve hardly gotten started, you knew he had a lot in store for you especially after saying you forget you’re his and you felt your face turn red at the thought. You followed his new demands and now propped yourself against the pillows, your head resting against the headboard of the bed, spreading your legs wide open, completely exposed to him, staring into the camera now innocently as you lifted your right hand up and slowly guided it down your abdomen and stopped right above your panty line, tracing your fingers slowly along the hem of your panties, keeping your eyes on the camera, then slowly trailing fingers further between your legs, stopping right above your pussy, brushing your fingers along your already soaked through panties, glancing at him and whispering softly, “Like this, daddy?” you smirked, rubbing two of your fingers up against the fabric of your panties, causing a bit of friction that made you whimper softly. At this point Elvis wasn’t even looking through the camera anymore, his eyes were directly on you, licking his lips slowly, “Such a good girl.” He mumbled under his breath.
He stepped back from the camera now and began to untie the front of his robe, slipping it off and letting it fall to the ground, your eyes widen at the sight of him and what he was wearing underneath, he was shirtless and the white shorts he was wearing caught your eye because they looked like the ones he once worn in his movie, Blue Hawaii, they hugged every part of his lower body the same way they did in the movie. You would recognize those anywhere, you remember not being able to keep your eyes off them in the film and the way he moved in them, the way his bulge was visible, how great his ass looked in them, now your eyes were lingering down to his bulge that had grew in his shorts, his cock practically screaming to be released from them. Fuck him for wearing those shorts. You could feel yourself becoming wetter by the second, distracted by him.
“Ah, Ah… Did I tell you to stop touching yourself, darlin’?” he asked. You gulped slowly your eyes still on his cock, shaking your head and you pressed two of your fingers up against the fabric of your wet panties again, rubbing a bit rougher than before and your hips moving in sync to gain that friction you were yearning for now, whimpering softly, watching him closely as he began to touch his cock through his pants as he watched you, he was licking his lips and grinning at the sight of you. “Goddamn… You’re beautiful.” He mumbled and suddenly he got an idea, and he reached over to grab the camera off the tripod and now holding it in his hands, moving closer to you, he got a close shot of your face and then moved down to get some of your body as well, standing at the end of the bed now, he gestured for you to move toward him, “C’mere, baby.” He hummed. You slowly scoot yourself down toward him till your feet were nearly hanging off the edge of the bed, your legs still spread open for him. You watched him closely, wondering what his next move was, anticipating it.
He leaned forward now the camera in between your legs, getting close shots of your wet panties, this made you blush so hard because the camera was so close to you down there. You propped yourself up on your elbows so you could go get a better look at what he was doing, nipping at your bottom lip. As he held the camera in his right hand, he brought his other hand down to press firmly against your panties, this caused your body to jolt a bit from the feeling and you let out a soft gasp because you were so sensitive down there now, he smirked when he felt how incredibly wet you already were for him and now he was pressing his finger harder against you, rubbing his fingers slowly against you, the fabric of your panties slipping between your folds, you let out a shaky moan, moving your hips forward him against him. He was getting every minute of this on camera, making sure that it was still close on your panties, the harder he pressed his fingers against you the further the fabric moved between your soaking wet lips, letting out few more small whimpers, he chuckled lowly at the sounds you were making. “Shhh… You’re being such a good girl, getting all wet for me like this….”
He pulled his fingers away and they lingered up to the hem of your panties and your eyes lit up with excitement thinking he was going to take them off, but no, that’s not what he had in store for you… not yet. He grabbed the hem of your panties and began to move them up and down, he had pressed the fabric of your panties deep between your folds that the fabric was rubbing right up against your sensitive, swollen clit each time he moved your panties up and down, now you were moaning softly, your head tilting back slightly, you couldn’t believe how incredibly good this felt and he wasn’t even using his fingers against your clit, he pointed the camera up towards your face because he wanted to make sure he captured the faces you were making because of him and then he pointed the camera back down between your legs, gripping the hem of your panties a bit tighter as he moved them up and down faster now, the friction forcing your eyes to roll back, you let out a whimpering moan, pursing your lips together, gripping at the sheets, thrusting your hips forward just a little each time he moved your panties against your clit.
You could feel the wetness pooling between your legs now, you tilted your head back up, opening your eyes to look at him. “E-Elvis… Please…. I want to feel your fingers inside of me….” You begged. You watched that teasing smirk form on his lips, you never knew what he was thinking or going to do next. He let go of your panties and brought his fingers back down your soaking heat, your panties still stuck between your folds, his fingertips caressing them gently, his fingers being coated in your slick, your breathing becoming heavy from all his teasing as you watched him, two of his fingers lingering over your entrance, that was covered up by your panties, you raised an eyebrow pondering what he’s about to do, he didn’t even bother to move them to the side he just shoved two of his fingers inside of you, panties and all, pumping them in and out of you. “Fuck, baby… You’re so tight around my fingers….” He grunted out, he nearly almost dropped the camera out of his other hand because of it, you let out a loud gasp, you still weren’t used to this feeling, you had lost your virginity just hours ago to him, so it made sense.
You squirmed beneath his touch as you felt his long fingers pumping inside of you, you so badly wanted to force your legs closed from all friction he was causing with fingers inside and the small fabric of your panties he had pushed inside along with them, he kept his movements long and slow your eyes rolling back as you let out an airy moan his name slipping past your lips, “E-Elvis…” He glanced up at you with a smirk, the camera steady in his hand as he capture every movement, every angle between your legs, he pulled his fingers out of you and your eyes opened immediately with a pout and he hooked his index finger around the fabric of your panties that was wedged in between your wet folds and pulled it out causing you to whine and squirm, the fabric completely soaked through. You stood back up now, and you watched him carefully as he stood closely above you, your eyes darting down to his cock that look like it was ready to burst out of his shorts, you bit down on your bottom lip, lifting your right leg up and grazing your foot gently over the bulge in his shorts, a soft sound emitting from his lips from your touch, pointing the camera downwards to capture it.
But he grabbed a hold of your ankle, moving your foot away and shaking his head at you slowly. “I’m not finished with you just yet, baby.” He spoke softly. “Now take your panties off.” He demanded. He pointed the camera but to you now, zooming in slowly as he watched through the lens. You were getting so excited now, the fact that he had the ability to make you feel so many things at once amazed you, you just wanted him to ruin you, you nodded slowly to his words and sat yourself up and lifted your hips a bit as you hooked your fingers between the hem of your panties and began to very slowly pull them down for him, once they were down your legs and to your ankles, you leaned back again propped up on your elbows, slipping your left leg out of your panties and lifting your right leg up to him, your panties dangling from your ankle in front of him, smirking to yourself. You watched him lick his lips and he reached up to grab to them. “You’re not getting these back…” He hummed, tossing them over to where his robe laid on the floor. You giggled softly and brought your leg back down to the bed, your legs spread wide open once again and now your wet pussy was on full display for him, your juices dripping from it slowly, he leaned forward once again, his knee resting against the edge of the bed, the camera back between your legs as he captured every inch of your pussy.
He lifted his left hand and brought it down to brush his cold, long fingers up and down between your folds slowly, you shivered from his touch, whimpering, your hips moving forward slightly wanting to feel more, two of his fingers pushing in between your folds, moving up and down slowly, the pads of his fingertips circling gently over your swollen clit, your feet curling against the edge of the bed, you let out a soft moan, he continued to tease your clit, his fingertips circling faster around the sensitive bud, your breathing becoming heavy, tilting your head back, rocking your hips against his fingers, mumbling softly. “S-Stop teasing me… I want your fingers inside… Please-e.” you begged him. You tilted the camera up to your face, smirking. “Let me hear ya beg some more first, pretty baby.” He said teasingly, his fingers still playing with your clit. You tilted your head back up to look directly at the camera that was pointed closely to your face now, your voice innocent and soft, whimpers escaping quietly. “E-Elvis…. Please, baby… I want to feel your fingers inside of me so bad… P-Please, I need you…” you whined loudly.
Before you could get another word out, you felt two of his longer fingers pushing deep inside of your soaking pussy, inching them slowly so they were buried deep, you let out a loud moan, quivering beneath him, your legs already shaking, you were so sensitive no matter how he touched you, your hands gripped the sheets beneath you, your head tilted back, biting down your lip, whimpering and moaning as he began to pump his fingers inside of you slow and long, you started to slowly grind your hips up against them, moaning out his name, the wet noises becoming louder the faster he started to pump his fingers into you, he was still holding the camera steady, recording all of it. Your elbows practically gave out on you as you fell back against the bed, arching your back and your hands tugging at the sheets now. “F-Fuck… E-Elvis…. Baby...” you cried out. He was enjoying every minute of this, seeing you begging and crying out for him, wanting more of him, completely soaking his fingers. It was getting hard for him to hold back and not fuck the hell out of you right now, but he wasn’t finished. He had more he wanted to do, more he wanted to film.
“Mm, look at you… making such a mess on my fingers… My dirty girl.” he cooed. Now he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting all the right spots now, pumping faster and now he was pressing his thumb up against your clit, rubbing it gently in tune with his fingers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck… Elvis!” You cried out, feeling your body going almost limp as you began to shake, toes curling, you didn’t know what was happening now or what you were feeling. You felt like you were about to cum, but it felt different this time, almost as if you had to pee. What the hell? But before you could even question further about what was happening, your body bucked beneath him, his fingers pumping at a quicker pace, his thumb pressed firmly against your clit, your eyes rolling back in pleasure, the sounds leaving your lips growing louder by the minute, unable to feel your body now as a warm liquid came squirting out of you, all over his hand and even onto him and on the camera a little that was still close by. “Oh, fuck yes, little mama. That’s a good girl.” He praised. You felt your body become weak, his fingers slipping out of you, you laid there unable to catch your breath, nor comprehend what you just did, you were shaking, the sound of your voice airy, embarrassed. “I-I…. I’m sorry.”
He shook his head with a boyish grin, angling the camera directly at your dripping pussy, filming the mess you made all over his bedsheets, biting his bottom lip, and then he leaned down against you now and capturing your lips with a kiss and he spoke softly against them, “Sorry for what, mama? That was so fucking hot. I want you to do it again for me…” he said. Your eyes widen a bit at his words, he must be crazy, you could hardly feel your body right now and he’s expecting you to do it again? You whispered softly, “I-I don’t know if I can, Elvis….” He chuckled softly at your words as he stood up straight again, his knee still resting against the bed. “Oh, baby, you will.” He teased.
He pulled his knee back now, standing up straight and once you had a moment to collect yourself, you sat back up on your elbows. “I want you to go sit back against the headboard of the bed now. Your legs still spread open for me.” He demanded. You nodded your head slowly at his words, your body still feeling weak, you carefully and slowly scooted your way back to rest up against the pillows and the headboard, keeping your legs spread open for him still, you weren’t sure what he was doing now, but you knew it was going to be creative. You watched as he walked over to you now and he flipped the camera around so that it was facing him, and he handed it to you. You looked confused but took the camera into your hands anyway. He smirked down at you as he spoke, “I want you to watch me make you squirt again, I want you to film every bit of the mess you’re going to make….” You chewed at your bottom lip hungrily, hanging onto his every word, nodding, peering down at his shorts to see he was still rock hard. Jesus.
He walked away for a moment and into another room, you raised an eyebrow curious as to what he could’ve been doing, he walked back out with the wide grin plastered on his lips, your eyes wandering down to the flesh toned dildo in his hands, you had to do a double take when you realized what it was, your mouth falling open. Is he going to fuck me with that? You pursed your lips together, your eyes widening at length of it, and he walked over to you now, reaching a hand over to brush some of the hair out of your face. “You don’t mind if we use some toys do ya, baby?” he said softly. What kind of question is that? As if I’m going to say no at this point… You shook your head at his question, clearing your throat as you responded, “No… I-I don’t mind.” He nodded with smile, “Good. Now make sure you’re angling that camera down at me, baby.” He muttered. Now he was climbing onto the bed with you settling himself between your legs, placing the dildo off to the side and wrapping his strong arms around your thighs as he pulled you a bit closer to him now. You let out a small sound as he did, and you had no idea how you were going to manage to hold the camera steady once he got started.
He slowly began to trail kisses up and down your right thigh, his soft lips causing goosebumps to form all over, he had the most beautiful lips, and they were so soft, you loved it. You watched him through the lens of the camera, continuing to press soft and gentle kisses along both of your inner thighs until he finally reached the spot that yearned for him the most, still dripping in that hot liquid that came out of you not five minutes ago, he licked his lips as he stared at your pussy, a soft “Mm..” escaping his lips at the sight, you whimpered softly, his eyes then fluttering up to look directly into the camera as his engulfs your pussy lips into his mouth, his tongue gliding up and down in between your lips, finding your clit and circling around it slowly. You gasped loudly, you were so fucking sensitive at this point that it felt like your body went into shock from his touch, you began to moan softly as you felt his tongue against your clit, trying your best to keep the camera steady on him, his eyes still piercing the camera with that look of lust in his eyes as his tongue lapped over your clit in a faster motion, you could hear him faintly groaning up against your pussy as he ate you out, the vibration from his mouth causing you to squirm at the feeling, your eyes slowly rolling back. How is he so good at this? FUCK. You could already feel your legs shaking once again and he tightened his grip on your thighs to keep you still, he lifted his head up slightly, his mouth and face covered in your juices, he mumbled out the words, “Relax, mama… I don’t want you cummin’ just yet.” You were trying your best, but you were so overstimulated you didn’t think you would make it.
He buried his face back into your pussy, sucking softly on your clit now and flicking it between his tongue, you feel your body jolt and you’re whimpering his name loudly, “… El-viss… E-Elviss…” your hips slowly rocking into him. He guided his tongue further down between your lips, now circling your entrance with it before plunging his tongue deep inside of you, pumping it out of you at a steady pace, those blue eyes of his finding their way back up to look at the camera, a sly smirk dancing on his lips. You grip the camera in your right hand tightly to keep it steady and reached down with your left hand to grab a hand full of his dark locks, pulling and tugging at it gently, pushing his face deeper against you as you cried out in pleasure and now your hips were moving up against him in tune with his tongue pumping in and out of you. You could feel your orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach, you didn’t know much longer you could hold on if he continued this.
He could tell you were getting close, so he slowly pulled his tongue out and pulled his face away, you let out a needy whine and he glanced up at you, “Don’t worry, little one… I’m going to give you that sweet release you want.” He smirked. You watched him with desperate, hungry eyes, his face and mouth coated in your slick, and he held his left hand out and spit on two of his fingers, shoving them deep into your tight pussy, pumping them slowly, he could feel you tightening around them, so he slipped another finger in, he wanted you ready to take that dildo deep inside, so continued to pump at a slow pace. Your moans coming out almost silent now as you felt his long fingers inside and you could feel your walls stretching around them. “Mmm… there you go, baby… Just like that…” he mumbled.
He pulled his fingers out of you, your juices dripping from them, and he reached over to grab the dildo now, biting down on his lip with a smirk, you gulped slowly as you watched him, he brought it down to your pussy now, guiding the head up and down between your lips, wanting to coat it with your juices, your toes curling and your back arching at the feeling, he let the dildo linger between your pussy lips and you watched as he spit on it, you could feel his salvia dripping down your pussy and he did it once again, lining the head of the dildo up with your entrance. The anticipation was killing you; you gripped the sheets beneath you with your left hand, holding on for dear life to the camera, watching him spit down on it one more time before he started inching the dildo inside of you, your walls slowly stretching around the length of it the further he inched it in, you were panting now and letting out whimpers that sounded like cries, he lifted his right hand to sit on your left thigh, caressing it gently, “Good girl… Just relax, it’ll only hurt for a moment.” He cooed.
He was right because once your body had adjusted to the size and had stretched around the dildo, the pain you were feeling went away and it soon turned into pleasure and now he began to pump the dildo inside of you slow and long, each time it moved out of you it was becoming more and more coated with your juices, each time he plunged it deeper inside of you, grabbed the camera from you with his free hand and holding it close up so he could film the dildo moving in and out of you, he was kidding when he said he wanted to capture every moment. “Goddamn, baby… I love watching you take that cock and making such a mess for me.” He muttered. You could hardly even hear him at this point your eyes were shut closed, your head thrown back in pleasure, your left hand clawing the bed sheet, moaning loudly as your body moved along with his pace. He placed the camera back in your right hand and you tried your best to keep your grip on it.
As he continued to fuck you with the toy, he leaned down now, his face back between your legs and now he was sucking on your clit, grazing his teeth along the sensitive bud, and flicking his tongue around it, lapping every bit of it up into his mouth. You felt your hips buck, your body tensing from all this pleasure, your toes curling so much that you hand the sheets gripped between your toes, his name leaving your lips like it was your mantra, the sound of it echoing throughout the room. “E-E-El-visss…. E-Elvis.. Oh god…” your orgasm building back up in the pit of your stomach again, growing more and more and now that same feeling was back from earlier, the strange feeling, as Elvis continued to quicken his pace, you felt your body growing weak, your legs about to give out and he pulled his face back, “C’mon, baby... Make a mess for me again, c’mon….” he begged, grabbing a hold of the camera now with his free hand as he kept the other on the toy, continuing to pump it deep inside you, making sure the camera was close. Once you heard his words, your back arched further and there it went, that hot liquid squirting out of you as you reached your orgasm at the same time, crying his name out in pleasure as you came all over the toy, you rode your orgasm out on the toy and you felt so weak once your body came to a stop, you could hardly move now, Elvis pulling the dildo out of you, you made even a bigger mess now, on the bed, on Elvis, on the camera. “Fuckkkkk…. That was so hot, baby. My messy girl.” He muttered excitedly, moving the camera around filming the mess you made between your legs, on his bedsheets again and on him. You fluttered your eyes open to look at him, you felt so weak but felt so good at the same time, smiling up at him.
You couldn’t believe that he made you squirt and cum at the same time, you didn’t think you could possibly do more, but you knew he wasn’t finished yet, especially with that hard on still aching in his pants. You were feeling so crazy now, not even just physically, but emotionally. All these emotions were new, and you didn’t have time to even think more about them because Elvis was getting up and standing back at the end of the bed, gesturing for you to scoot back down toward him. Your body tired and weak, you hoped you’d get your second wind as you slowly scooted yourself down toward him, your feet dangling off the edge of the bed, sitting up now. Elvis was passing the camera back to you now with a smirk.
“Alright, little one… It’s your turn behind the camera.” He teased and you raised an eyebrow at him chewing at your bottom lip as you stared up at him, he looked beautiful as always, his skin glowing as your eyes lingered up and down his bare chest and down to his shorts, the sight of his hard on turning you on more. You nodded at his words as you spoke softly, “Is there anything specific I should be doing, Elvis?” you asked. “I want you to please me, baby and make sure you film it all, okay?” he muttered. You nodded your head once again and you held the camera up steady and watched through the lens as he began to rub his right hand over his hard cock, squeezing it through the fabric of his shorts.
You watched closely with wide eyes and didn’t want to watch through the camera, so you lifted your head up a bit to get a better view, you smirked a bit and lifted your right leg up and letting your left foot graze his left thigh slowly, the fabric of your knee-high socks, causing a shiver down his spine, you knew he loved them and how they looked on you, so you continued to brush up against thigh and slowly moving your foot up high, pushing the hand that was on his budge, gesturing for him to move it, he grinned and did as he was told, you slowly began to rub your foot up and down his budge, the feeling of his hard cock against your foot causing you to get wet again, now you were pressing your foot firmly against it, watching his head tilt back a bit as he let out a few soft groans, you giggled. You decide you were going to give him a taste of his own medicine for teasing you the way he did, and now you brought your left foot up to his budge, rubbing both of your feet firmly against his cock, he let out a softer groan, the friction your feet and his shorts causing him to inhale sharply, mumbling out the words, “Fuck… I want you so bad.”
You smirked and tilted your head to the side a bit, zooming the camera close on his face. “Oh? And how bad do you want me… How bad does this cock want me?” You teased, pressing your feet harder against cock. You were surprised at the words that came out of your mouth and he was even more surprised when he tilted his head back down to look at you and grin on his face. “Damn, so much, baby… Please… I want that pretty mouth of yours on my cock.” He begged. The sound of him begging made you nearly weak, but you kept your stern attitude because you were in charge now. “Is that so? Hm, we’ll see if you can earn this mouth around your cock.” You teased and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling. He let out a soft frustrated groan at your words. Your right foot grazing the hem of his shorts slowly as you made eyes at him, “Take your shorts off, honey…” you cooed, resting your feet back on the edge of the bed as you watched him, making sure the camera was filming it.
He nodded with a wide grin, he was enjoying this, and he liked to see this side of you, ordering him around. “Yes, ma’am.” He hummed, grabbing the hem of his shorts and pushing them down his slender frame and letting them hit the floor, stepping out of them, his cock sprang out, and you bit down on your bottom lip as you watched, swallowing the saliva that gathered in your mouth, you still couldn’t believe the size of him and you could already see the precum that was dripping from the tip, as he was reaching down to wrap his hand around his cock, you quickly lifted your right foot again, kicking it away. “Ah, Ah…” you mocked his words from earlier. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” you grinned. He shook his head with a smirk and kept his hands at his sides as he watched you eagerly. You lifted your other foot up and let both brushing up and down his thighs slowly, tracing along his skin with the fabric of your knee-high socks, then slowly reaching them up to the place he wanted most, placing the bottoms of your feet on either side of his large member, he gasped at the feeling, groaning lowly as his eyes met yours. You slowly began to pump his cock between your feet, the fabric from your socks causing so much friction for him, that you could feel his body jolt at the touch, he tilted his head back as he groaned out, smirking at the sound of his groans. “You like that, baby?” you cooed. His head nodding slowly, and he mumbled softly between the noises escaping his lips, “Y-Yes…” You grinned. “Lemme see you spit on it then.” you demanded. You didn’t know where that came from, but you were loving it. He tilted his head forward, raising an eyebrow at your words as he let out a soft chuckle.
He gathered up as much saliva as he could and spit down on his cock for you and you caught it immediately between your feet and began to pump his cock faster between your feet as his spit coated it for you as your own personal lube, he groaned louder at the feeling. “Fuck…” he mumbled. You grinned at the sounds you were causing him to make and now you tightened your grip around his cock and began to pump it faster between your feet, keeping the camera held your right hand as you used your left hand to squeeze at your breasts, watching him roll his eyes back and closing them as he muttered swears under his breath, you began to mock his words again, “C’mon, baby.. Make a mess for me… I want you to shoot your load onto me.” His eyes opened as soon as he heard your words, and he stares at you now almost in shock at your words. “Goddamn, baby… You are fucking dirty.” He let out a airy chuckle as another groan slipped past his lips, he exhaled sharply, if you kept this up with the dirty talk he knew he was going to cum any minute.
But before he could get what he wanted you pulled your feet away from him, smirking, resting them back on the edge of the bed, you looked up to see the look of disappointment on his face, you could swear he was almost pouting. “B-Baby.... why’d you stop?” he said in almost a whiny tone. “I don’t want you to cum just yet…” you smirked and suddenly flipping yourself onto your stomach, gesturing for him to come closer, as he moved closer to you you kept the camera on his cock, smirking to yourself, you licked your lips slowly as his cock was now in your direct line of sight, fluttering your eyes up to look at him, biting your lip. “I changed my mind… I want you to cum in my mouth.” You teased as you shrugged your shoulders. The slight pout that was on his lips slowly turned into a smirk and you reached up to hand him the camera now, wanting him to watch you suck his cock through it. He grasped the camera in his hand, getting it focused on you as you wrapped your hand around his cock firmly, his spit still coating it and you licked your lips, glancing up at him. “More spit, please…” you hummed softly. He grinned when he heard your words and now, he was leaning down toward you and he reached his right hand up to grab your face roughly your mouth practically forcing open just a bit when he did and you were both staring at each other with such intensity, “Open up…” he mumbled. You obeyed and opened your mouth up a bit wider for him and he got real close now, and you watched as he gathered as much saliva as he could and then he spat it directly into your mouth and giving your face a gently pat as he stood up straight again.
You couldn’t wait for this man to fuck the life out of you after watching him do that, you could feel the wetness pooling between your legs all over again, you began to pump his cock in your hand now, his spit still sitting in your mouth now mixing with your own saliva and then you spit it all onto his cock, watching drip down off it, pumping your hand faster, and now he was groaning louder than before, holding the camera close and reaching his other hand down to grab a hand full of your hair tightly in his grasp as he watched you, his breathing already heavy. You made sure you were looking into the camera the entire time as you swirled your tongue slowly around the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum as you continued to pump him in your hand and then slowly wrapping your lips around his cock and you removed your hand from around it and now placed both hands on his thighs, that was your way of letting him know he can take what he wants.
“Fuck… You are amazing…” he mumbled between his groans, he tightened his grip on your hair and plunged his cock deep into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, you started gagging around his cock, spit already pooling out of your mouth, your hands squeezing his thighs and you remembered what he taught you earlier, you relaxed your throat for him, tapping his leg gently letting him know you were ready. “Goddamn, lil’ mama. You really are a quick learner… Good girl.” He grunted. He bucked his hips forward and began thrusting his hips toward you, his cock pumping in and out of your mouth forcefully, his groans long and low and you could hear the moans suddenly slipping past his lips as he fucked your face, the noises coming from your mouth becoming more and more obscene the quicker he moved and with each thrust he hit the back of your throat. His hand practically pulling your hair at this point and his head tilting back as his moans along with your noise echoing throughout the room. “Shit.. Shit… You are gonna make me cum, baby.” He moaned out. Those words like music to your ears, your hands gripped tighter onto his thighs, and you felt you knew what you were doing enough to push your mouth all the way down to the base of his cock, his balls hitting your chin, gagging softly as you bobbed your head, lifting your feet in the air, kicking them back and forth. “Holy fuck…” he yelped, now his leg was shaking, and he was breathing so heavy, exhaling sharply. “I-I-I’m gonna cum baby…” he said almost breathless. You tapped his thigh again letting him know you were ready and without wasting a moment, you felt his warm load hit the back of your throat and he quickly pulled your head back, you gasped loudly, his cock popping out of your mouth, completely coated in your saliva, opening your mouth for him so he could see that you swallowed all of him, licking your lips as a soft giggle escaped you, you could tell he was speechless.
“Holy fucking shit, baby… What the hell… wow... That was the best head I’ve ever gotten.” He chuckled as he inhaled and exhaled trying to catch his breath. You blushed so hard at his words, shaking your head at him with a smile. He walked toward the tripod and sat the camera back on it now and then walked back over to you, climbing into the bed, his back resting up against the headboard. You still laying on your stomach turned a bit look at him, he reached over with his right hand and spanked your ass a couple of times with a smirk, you jumped at the stinging feel against your skin, biting on your lip. “Get your ass up and get over here so I can fuck you, mama.” He barked. He didn’t have to tell you twice, you sat up and turned around towards him, climbing into his lap, your knees resting comfortably on either side of him, you sat yourself down on him, your wet pussy grazing up against his cock that was still hard. You watched as he reached over to the table, grabbing his half-smoked cigar from earlier, placing it between his lips and lighting, giving it a few puffs before blowing the smoke in your face with a smirk, you watched him with a smirk. He placed the cigar between his lips, letting it hang there and he reached down to lift your hips a bit as he used his right hand to guide his cock slowly into your pussy, he wasn’t wasting anymore time now and that made you happy because you were desperate to feel him inside of you.
A soft whimpering moan escaped your lips as you felt his cock inching into you slowly, he groaned softly as he felt you tightening around him and as he pushed further into you, he could feel you stretching out around him and you both let out a soft moan when he was fully inside of you, grabbed a hold onto his broad shoulders, his left hand holding onto your waist as you began to ride him slowly, throwing your head back and moaning loudly, you were already so turned on from everything and still so sensitive that everything was hitting you like a tidal wave, rocking your hips at a steady pace, gripping a bit tighter onto his shoulders, his groans coming out muffled because of the cigar hanging from his mouth, he steadily began to thrust his hips up into you, his head leaning back against the headboard, now his other hand was gripping your waist, moving you faster and bouncing you slightly on his cock, smoke filling the air from his cigar as he kept it firmly between his lips, moaning his name softly on your lips, you reached your hands up from his shoulders to place on his face, making him look at you, pressing soft kisses against the side of his face before burying your face into the side of his neck, your bodies now pressed tightly up against one another as your arms snaked around him, he was holding his cigar between his fingers now in his left hand, thrusting his hips into you faster and rougher with each stroke, his cock buried deep inside of you, you moaned loudly against his ear. His hands gliding their way up your back as you both held onto each other moving in sync with one another, his face buried into the side of your neck, your moans filling the room in unison, you could feel the filtered tip of his cigar scratching against your back.
You knew that it was matter of time before you both came because you were both already pushed so far to the edge, you could feel another orgasm building up inside of you, the deeper he fucked you, the closer you got, his breathing was becoming shaky, you could feel the beads of sweat from his face against your neck, you reached a hand up to his hair, your fingers getting lost between the strands, both of you panting loudly, holding tighter onto each other, ready to just explode. Your lips tracing his ear as you whispered, “E-Elvis… I-I’m going to cum, baby….” he bit down on his lip, his voice shaky and low as he mumbled, “Me too, darlin’…” without hesitation you both finally reached that point of ecstasy, your body shaking above his as your orgasm reached the surface and you cried out against his ear, cumming all over his cock and you felt his hips buck and his legs shake, and the tone and vibration of his moan let you know he had reached his orgasm as well, he came deep inside of you. You both rode out your orgasms before you came to a full stop, Elvis quickly put out his cigar, pulling out of you, grabbing a hold of you again and flipping you over onto your back, now you both were laying on the bed, he hovered slightly above you, he leaned down to press a few soft kisses against your lips, you returned each one with a smile. “Now you won’t forget that you’re mine…Will you?” he asked playfully with a smirk. You shook your head slowly, “I won’t..” you whispered. You watched him roll onto his back, pulling the blankets over the both of you. You scooted over to him, your arms hugging his waist, laying your head on his chest, listening to him breath as you looked up at him with a smile, watching him closing his eyes, tiredly wrapping you in his arms. You both just laid there in silence, exhausted. You nuzzled your face into him, the camera was still rolling, but the both of you were too tired to get up and shut it off. But you knew you weren’t getting any sleep. How could you? You had a million thoughts running through your head. Did he mean that? Was I truly his?
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Part 3
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erisluna35 · 25 days
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I really hate when people justified Marinette's mistake especially in s4 saying like "oh she's 13, she's a child!" Because it's exactly it, she's 13, not 3, and she should take accountability of her own action! She's not a toddler. SHES. A. YOUNG. TEEN!
And there's also "she didn't know Chat Noir is hurt he never tell her!" Considering she didn't even react or even make any attempt to comfort him after he cataclyming monarque or claw noir and unalive uncanny valley, I doubt she would listen especially since he already told her how he hate to be alone and being lied on and she did exactly that.
Yeah. There are some things the age excuse can't cover. Unlike characters like Adrien or Felix or even Chloe, I don't see why Marinette should be THAT behind on her emotional or mental maturity. Before s5 dropped the biggest retcon acid sequence named Derision, Marinette was just a normal girl with a normal life. Funny enough, there are things I used to excuse Marinette from because of age that Derision shot down (Animaestro, I've definitely talked about. To a lesser extent, Volpina kinda counts).
Look, I try to be more understanding of her when it comes to the mess that is her "leadership" skills in S4. She's just a girl under a lot of pressure and is blinded by her own problems to understand her partner... But I draw the line at Ephemeral. Real relationship killing move there. Nothing anyone can say will make me think she was justified there.
And YES. I am so sick and tired of some people saying she didn't know Chat Noir's issues. That, if he would just tell her, she would've fixed it. But time and time again, Adrien kept getting discouraged from doing so.
Like those times he Cataclysmed Monarque or Uncanny Valley, and is very visibly distressed about it. Yet what happens? Ladybug either says nothing or outstresses him.
How many rooftop sunset talks have they had? And how much did anything change? Ladybug just put a bandaid on it and called it a day.
And KURO NEKO. What was his take away? That he was apparently being overly sensitive and he should just shut up and keep fawning. Just like with Gabriel. Freudian was on to something here.
And this may be somewhat projection on my part, but if you see a person who is more outwardly stressed than you, already carrying a lot of stuff and is clearly losing it, would you dare hand them your baggage? Would you complain about your personal issues to a person who's struggling like that? I dunno about others, but I'm on team, nah. I wouldn't wanna burden them. I think Adrien was thinking along those lines too. Gabriel's A+ parenting reinforced that way of thinking, to always minimize his feelings in favor of others cause that is what a good son does.
Now, this is not me blaming Ladybug for not keeping it together enough for Chat Noir to feel safe to tell her his problems - I'm just saying I'm more understanding of why Chat Noir might hesitate to tell her his problems... However its not like they never talked about it (see sunset rooftop talks). Its not like Chat himself never cracked in front of her (see new york special, Kuro Neko, Destruction... etc.). How much does Chat Noir have to spell it out for her? Alya was able to tell something was wrong in just one day with Chat (Hacksan). I don't think he was that subtle around Ladybug.
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okie okie could I req something for Lamina x mentor reader (Kinda slow burn but your choice)? Where reader is anti-district like Arachne, bad mouths the districts, ends up getting assigned to Lamina (she's like can't believe I'm stuck with the girl who always cries). But after visiting the Zoo and interacting with Lamina over the few days (like interviews and tour of the arena etc) They warm up to each other and R defo get's attached. Interacting with Lamina changing her view of the districts! Also a little bit of R comforting Lamina when she cries (probs during the interview with the mentors)! Thank you sm, and feel free to make any changes! Take your time love <33 - N
power trip - lamina
requested? - yes
a/n - very unedited, there are a lot of typos in here, i may have messed up the timeline slightly because it's been a minute, you've been warned. Had way too much fun writing mean capitol reader™ and yes, I did include the tribute sandwich cliché, but it makes the story entertaining, I promise.
ship - (probably ooc) Lamina x Capitol! Fem! Reader , Arachne Crane x Capitol! Fem! Reader if you squint
cw - swear words, violence, mean reader at the beginning, classism? arachne's death is mentioned but not explicitly, angst, everyone's bad at feelings
You would argue there was absolutely no honor in dealing with the crying District Seven girl, but you (graciously, you might add), held your tongue. Maybe you were wrong about her, but really, when were you ever wrong?
                                                 ⊹ ⋆🎀 ⋆⊹
As a part of the Captiol Academy, you'd had the "honor" of being selected to mentor a tribute and knew it would be rude to refuse
besides, there wasn't any harm in recognition
you would argue there was absolutely zero honor in dealing with districts
you (graciously you might add), held your tongue though
You shared a look with Arachne, both knowing damn well why you were doing this. You wanted that recognition, and of course, the Plinth Prize couldn't hurt. Surely there wasn't anything wrong with a little friendly competition though. You'd already agreed to buy matching dresses for practically every event you'd be invited to after this was all over. Both coming from affluent and well liked families, even if you didn't win, you'd get respect.
In all honesty, you knew yourself and you knew her. It was going to be one of you winning this thing.
For the first time in your life, you waited eagerly for Dean Highbottom's announcement. The sooner you could deal with whatever grimy tribute they assigned, the better. You had a social life to attend to, after all.
Sure enough, there she was. Your tribute, the one that was supposed to bring you glory, looking at the camera, crying. You sighed. Great, you got the crybaby. Just your luck. Maybe she would pull herself together when you met. Hopefully. Arachne always said you were too much of an optimist.
you'd found out where your tribute was being held and thought it was worth a shot visiting her
you could use the media attention and you'd have to visit her sometime to make sure she had a chance at winning anyway
so you decided to bite the bullet, put on your red uniform, favorite perfume and go see what that girl's deal was
Realizing all too late as you picked your way to the enclosure, you'd gotten dressed up, even tried to make that horrible uniform look good for nothing. Your tribute sat a ways away from the bars, slumped over, practically blending in with the enclosure. Noticing your presence, you saw her glassy eyes flick up from the ground, scanning your face, jewelry, uniform, and finally, your shoes. Feeling very strange, almost judged, you fixed your shirt, reminding yourself that girl probably wouldn't recognize a designer shoe if you threw it at her.
"District Seven, yes?" You attempted a halfhearted wave.
She nodded. What was her name again? You’d tried to remember it, but couldn’t really bring yourself to care much. It was something odd, Lily? Laminate? Laboratory? Leather? Leslie? Regardless, you were suddenly face-to-face with only bars separating you.
"I'm Lamina" Her voice was slightly thick from crying but low and softer than you'd expected.
"Oh. Lovely" Forcing yourself not to take a step back, you suddenly became very aware of the smell of unwashed bodies and the general odor that came with a monkey enclosure.
“I'll be your mentor" Holding a hand out cautiously, you wondered for a second if she didn't understand what you meant to do, if perhaps she might try and bite it. Fortunately, she took it and you did your best not to flinch at the sight of her rather grimy nails.
This was so not worth it.
later Arachne, who had been almost impressed by your altruism, regretted asking you how your little trip went
it was like you were in love the way you were that obsessed with your District Seven girl and how much of a "total lost cause" she was.
she quite honestly wished you'd just shut up and ignore the damn tribute. That's what everyone else was doing!
You just weren't that smart! She always knew she was the brains in the friendship
She did enjoy hearing about Coriolanus' mentoring though (especially when it came to him failing at said mentoring)
Arachne almost felt bad for that little District Twelve girl who according to you, was very clearly the man's next fling
In her opinion, Coriolanus had never hesitated to come on to anything with legs. not long ago, you.’d been one of his victims. He'd been so desperately trying to get you as a date to one of his parties only a few months before, and you were so much better than that. He was just tragic
Surprisingly, Arachne had decided to go visit her tribute before you that day, and news of what happened had reached you soon after. You'd tried to tell her the idea wasn't good, but she just hadn't listened. She never did. That was the end of your friendship with Arachne Crane. Maybe one of your closest friends had been killed after doing something very very dumb, but you needed a good public image and you weren't going to let her ruin it.
You had decided to come back to the enclosure, this time with a meal and a half-assed attempt at a mentorship plan, half hoping Lamina wouldn't be there. She was though, looking through the bars, crinkled clothes, dirty nails, a tear-stained face and very clearly scared as always. Maintaining your distance, you pushed a bag of food through the bars with a bored look. Grime did not come out of your gloves easily. You’d learned that the hard way. You weren’t stupid though. She had to eat.
You weren't sure what district people ate, so you'd settled on a bowl of fruit, a bottle of sparkling water, and a sandwich. You couldn't have your tribute fainting in front of the entire Capitol, you'd be a disgrace. You’d never cooked much, but you’d tried. On second thought, maybe Caviar, Pistachio, Cucumber and Pepper Jelly hadn’t been the combination you’d thought it would be though. feeling oddly self conscious at the girl looking at the food suspiciously, you gave her a hard look,
“I didn’t poison it, you know”
Lamina didn't seem convinced, but she took a bite, still eyeing you as if you might pounce.
"It's probably time to start getting ready for the games, but that's where I come in." You figured that was a good place to start. "Basically, I'll be making sure the other tributes don’t try to kill you first.” You paused noticing the horrified look on her face. "Oh, right! And, don’t worry. I’ll also help fix this. I’ll make you- passable in no time. You’ve definitely got potential.” Gesturing towards her clothes, you earned a small scoff. That was the most attitude you’d seen, but maybe you did have a shot at her winning. That was something.
normally, Lamina tried to see the best in people, but she was having a very hard time with you
you were pretty, she wouldn't deny that, but your personality just didn't match. you were just another prissy spoiled capitol brat who only wanted to help her in order to look good
you were confusing though, you had (clearly) cooked food for her and put in effort where few other mentors did, the thing was, she was pretty sure you weren't aware of it
you continued to confuse her as you returned daily, sometimes twice to "coach" her through getting sponsors, creating a solid story for her interview, and survival tactics.
you were confused too
Some people from the Capitol Academy were concerned, they had a right to be, they knew how close you'd been with Arachne, but in all honestly, you didn't want to talk about her. You had other things on your mind.
”I have to wear one of those ugly ass uniforms and deal with that until this shit show is over” you said, pointing an accusatory painted nail at the picture of your tribute you'd set on your desk, so you didn't forget. Obviously
"Still a total baby?" The girl was concerned, clearly. You'd only talked a few times, but she was nice enough and you needed someone, anyone, right now.
you paused “Yeah, she just can't stop crying. It's unnerving"
Shaking her head, the girl brushed a glitter varnish over one of your nails. "You’ll figure something out”
You hoped so.
"Arachne's idea was stupid. I tried to tell her so, but she thought she knew best. She always did. Any ideas I had were irrelevant, even if she mentioned them first, it didn't matter. The second I said something out loud, it was a complete joke. It's no wonder her tribute killed her. I would've done the same if I was in her place."
You were shocked at how bitter you sounded. A wave of guilt washed over you. Bad mouthing your now deceased best friend was so gauche. You ignored the guilt though. It wasn’t like she would’ve had any issue doing the same if she was in your place. You really wished she was there though. Having someone like her to complain about your assigned charity case with would be nice.
Later that night, even after changing into a silk robe, and removing your makeup, you found yourself still thinking about your tribute. You hoped she was alright wherever she was. Was she thinking about you? That was an odd thought. Since when did you actually care about your tribute? You figured you needed some rest. you always thought odd things before bed.
Through the next few days, you visited Lamina. you weren't sure why
It wouldn’t have been hard to just say fuck it and forget about her, Plinth Prize be damned. Your family could've probably started their own namesake prize if they truly wanted to anyway.
Still, you found yourself walking back to that same monkey enclosure, more food (that you’d bought this time, thankfully) a selection of drinks, and a box of small desserts in hand
Walking over to where you waited against the bars, she looked at you warily. "What’s that?"
you pushed the box through the bars as gently as possible.
“Dessert”
She tilted her head to the side, confused “Why?”
“They’re for you. I saw what happened with Treech. If you need to get anyone to like you, there’s enough to go around."
"Alright-"
"What? Bribery is a tactic! They have fighting skills, but you have desserts. That's definitely something!"
Lamina didn't seem convinced, but she did look slightly amused. It was better than nothing.
after the food, it was slightly easier to get through to her with your mentorship plan
for someone with that much experience in faking smiles, you had no idea how you were failing so horribly in teaching her.
even after practicing for at least an hour, the only thing that you succeeded in was producing cringes and wobbly frowns
you watched as her tragic attempt crumbled. tears were running down her face again. you wanted to be irritated, she just couldn’t get it together for a few minutes! you couldn’t manage it though.
something just felt off- similar to how you'd felt after saying those things about Arachne. your face was growing hot, you suddenly wanted very badly to crawl into a cave and stay there until this was all over.
you weren’t sure why, but you felt yourself reaching through the bars and awkwardly patting the girl on the arm
"Is something um- wrong?"
you were quickly finding that you were awful at comforting people
She sniffled, looking at you “Everything's wrong”
Lamina hadn't known this at first, but she was quickly catching on: you were very stupid. She really would have to spell it out
What was wrong? Well, she'd been forced to fight other children for the entertainment of The Capitol, people like you, who couldn't care less if she lived or died, not really. just as long as they got a good show and had the opportunity to feel good about themselves after sending a bandage to a child dying of infection.
Next, even if she did win, she'd still be known as the child who killed everyone and being celebrated for it even if the guilt was eating her alive.
Finally, Lamina knew she wouldn’t make it, she knew she didn’t want to kill, and she knew she wouldn’t see her family ever again, even though she promised they'd see her again and she hated breaking promises.
that was what was wrong, you idiot (she kindly left the last part out)
"Oh- Oh no." You were shaking your head now, blinking furiously.
You lifted your hand slightly, unsure if you were doing the correct thing, but she quickly placed a hand on yours. Looking at you now, she wondered if she'd spent too long crying and the tears had somehow glazed her eyes over, but no. She was studying your face, the face of the person who was supposed to be teaching her how to achieve a perfect smile, and you were crying. Crying. She couldn't help but feel a bit of satisfaction.
You noticed her staring and turned away sharply.
“Look what you did! There's water on my face” you huffed, frantically dabbing at your eyes so your mascara wouldn’t run with your free hand. You didn't move away though.
You continued your little lesson after dabbing at your eyes a bit more, and didn't mention what had happened for the rest of the day
The next morning she woke up to your very annoyed voice arguing with a Peacekeeper, getting louder until you yelled a very exasperated "Thank you! Was that so hard?"
"Visiting hours barely started, why are you here so early?"
"Well excuse me if I want to help you out a little, I brought breakfast!"
Lamina still seemed confused
“Why are you being so kind? ”
“I- don’t know! I think I made a mistake" You weren't sure what had been going on, but you felt like being here was the right choice. Rather, you had. Right now you were really wishing she would stop asking questions and just take the pastries and coffee you'd brought.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know, okay? You’re making me feel some odd things and I don’t understand any of them, so please don’t ask-“
“Did you really say please?”
“Yes!" You looked at her, now smiling, and wished for a moment that she'd go back to crying. Anything would be better than that strange little (oddly endearing) smile of hers. "Now please shut up! I’ll be back later!"
"You’re not so bad, you know."
Turning to leave, you shook your head. She was just now realizing it? Sad.
"Of course I'm not! I'm perfect?"
She gave you a look
"I know you don't want me to take that back."
"You. Wouldn’t. Dare.”
"Really?”
You gasped, almost laughing now.
"You're mean, Lamina!"
Hearing you say her name like that made her feel very strange
Something wouldn't let you stop thinking about that little interaction, even through the arena tours, even up until the interviews.
It had been the closest thing you'd had to an actual connection with someone since Arachne had gone off and done- that, but still, this felt better somehow. The connection felt better with your tribute. You shuddered, what was happening?
All you knew was you cared about getting her through the games in one piece now, for better or for worse.
At your interview, you'd dressed well, deciding to finally ditch the Capitol Uniform for a large lacy purple dress and exaggerated gold eye makeup, lamina still in her clothes from before
It had gone well enough, however she had broke down crying once more. You couldn't even bring yourself to feel any irritation anymore, only wishing you could wrap her in a tight hug and tell her how sorry you were about everything. you didn't though
Instead, you'd done your best to use her tears to make any spectators feel connected to her, and had done a damn good job if you said so yourself, people loved her and you honestly didn't blame them
towards the end, she slipped her hand in yours. Your first instinct was to pull back, hissing “Don’t touch me!” but something made you stay still, giving her hand a small squeeze
Unfortunately, after the interview, she was still very clearly in distress
“Are you alright?”
She shook her head, shaking.
“Come” You lead her to a corner and sat down on a plush couch, pulling her into a hug. “It’s going to be okay”
“It’s not”
You cringed realizing she had a point
“Please try to be okay. Your family won't want to loose you. Honestly, I don't want to loose you either.” You cringed as she only shook more in your arms, deciding the best course of action was to just keep hugging her until she decided to move. Minutes passed and her breathing became calmer as she got up, cringing at the tear stains she'd left on your dress, looking at you now, almost like she was studying you.
“Thank you.”
”You really don’t need to thank me. I've been horrible to you and I would completely understand if you wanted nothing to do with me after this”
“I want to though. You’re kinder than you think you are.”
"What?"
“When I met you, I thought you were horrible. Pretty, but horrible. You don't notice it, but you’re not. You care about people so much even if you try not to. God, you brought me desserts just so I could build trust between the other tributes, even though I know you thought I wasn’t worth the time. What's most important is that you realized you were in the wrong and you're trying to understand why.
You sat in silence for a while, Lamina knew you were confused, you'd only recently realized the district people were worthy of respect and were taking on a lot of information at once regarding that general subject.
what she hadn't expected was being hugged and hearing the words "I don't want to loose you" or even "Thank you" from the same girl who'd been afraid to touch her a week ago.
You spoke, almost sounding choked up,
"You're going to be okay. When you win, you'll see."
"If" she corrected
"Don't even think about it. You will get through this."
You nearly froze as you felt her head fall back on your shoulder again .You settled into the couch, scared to move in case it disturbed her. She seemed calmer this time though, at least you hoped so.
"I don't really want to loose you either"
*Bonus hcs because I've lost my mind. You're welcome.*
if she wins (she does because I said so) and gets out of the arena, the first thing she notices is someone running towards her at full speed in a floor length blue gown and very jingly jewelry. You’re there practically smashing into a wall, hugging her like you’re afraid of letting go.
The first words out of your mouth were "I told you so" and she had half a mind to throw her first ever punch, but then, your face melted into a huge smile and you were whispering how proud you were. You'd been wrong, everything was not alright, she'd killed more people than she'd ever wanted to and was undoubtedly going to be working through guilt for years after, but everything was better.
next thing she knew, she was asking if she could kiss you, you nodded, and her lips were on yours
you buy her gifts constantly. She doesn’t care about material things as much as you, but knows it’s one of the ways you show love, besides you have a way of finding fun trinkets, accessories, and hair products she ends up loving.
Visiting her district and meeting her family was something you'd been nervous about, but wanted to do. they did threaten you with an axe before they knew who you were, but after your talks with Lamina, you understood why.
getting a splinter your first day in District Seven, convincing yourself you’re dying, and giving a very dramatic speech, practically eulogizing yourself while she just watches before finding some tweezers and pulling it out. You nearly fainted.
You're one of the only people she makes fun of (kindly of course) She can't help it. There's just so much for her to work with.
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ChaCha Story Commissions
IREH (Cho Seo Young) x Male Reader 
Trigger Warning: Violence, Drugs, Schoolplace Bullying etc…
Tags: Femdom, Blowjob, Piss, Smut, Non-con, Edging,  Purple Kiss, Ireh, Swan, HighSchool
WORD COUNT: 6674
A/N: Hi! I'm freshly out of hiatus so yeah I'm rusty... but yeah this is my comeback fic. Thanks again to the person who commissioned this!
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FUCK.
How did it come to this?
Salted beads that were crawling non-stop down the cheeks. This worm’s eye view perspective seemed to be the new norm now. Those seemingly innocent, droopy, and sleepy eyes weren’t so attractively cute after all but rather chillingly scary.
That cocky smirk.
Her hysterical laugh.
That sight of her black heel that sat comfortably next to your head, down that toilet bowl seat would surely become a core memory played on repeat during bathroom breaks from now on.
The air feels cold… that only if you could call the little breeze that came from the noisy exhaust fan attached to the ceiling touching your bare skin “air”, come to think of it there was also that flickering fluorescent bulb next to it…
"Should I report that to the maintenance team so that they can fix it? Yeah, I'll do that once I get out of here…"
It felt hot, even though the air felt cold as the liquid that wetted your skin slowly evaporated and crept down your skin. Its stench was definitely not pleasing, not as pleasing as her perfume but it still definitely smelled like her, well… 
After all, it came from her. 
That hot liquid with the hints and hue of yellowish that came out of those pinkish lips.
"Look up."
Just do as the voice said.
Look up.
The image was still blurry, and the flickering light behind that was distracting, but at least the noisy exhaust fan was filtered by that loud ringing.
There was no time to ponder and feel what was left to feel. Here it comes, fuck how could you see it so clearly when it was so fast in reality.
That black heel of hers steadfast and locked on to meet your face.
FUCK.
Again, how did it come to this?
“Let’s all calm down and let go of each other’s hair, okay?”
That was when her contradiction of a pair of eyes first met yours. They were seemingly innocently attractive and lazy. Something you would never expect from a girl grabbing another girl's hair and pinning her down to that lunch table. Milk spilled, and the girl had her school makeup ruined. There were also tears and whimpering buried on top of all of that laughter coming from the girl that caused all of that and her friends around her that seemed unfazed by what was happening—it seemed like a normal occurrence to laugh about for them.
Seriously, diving into trouble like these… 
One of these days you'll have to take care of this hero complex. All it ever did was cause disaster anyways. Could you blame yourself though? How could someone ignore such a thing happening in front of you?
"What was that?" She looked up and met your gaze before slamming the girl on that plate of today's cafeteria’s special, bulgogi and stir-fried meat but that was not important anymore as surely that wasn't just gochujang sauce on her but also blood. 
Well, if it wasn't obvious enough, it's a stereotypical case of bullying—a SERIOUS case on that note.
"Oh, this?" Another slam, another loud whimper, and another stream of laughter. "Don't mind us and just eat your lunch, we're friends you see… and we're just playing around."
SLAM!
Fuck… can't really help yourself? You are not Superman…
"LET GO OF HER!" You yelled as you quickly ran to them and gripped the bully's arm to stop her. She winced, and you let go just as quickly as you realized you had used too much force. She smirked as she noticed your grip loosened. She went for one last slam that gained a loud yelp from the girl she finally let go, and before you could even react to maybe save the poor girl, her palm met your face.
SLAP!
A loud slapping sound echoed inside the cafeteria. Seriously, what a bitch… That slap packed a punch. 
You glared at her, for the first time taking the chance to give her a good look, and this girl really doesn’t look like your stereotypical queen bee bully—moreover, those glasses made her look like an innocent nerdy girl. 
Her nameplate says, “Cho Seo Young” and you only met her today, but you were so sure that you two won’t get along well.
“Are you new here? That’s rare, a graduating senior transferring. Did something happen at your old school?” She approached, looked at your nameplate and her hand landed on your cheek—that same cheek she slapped that she was now caressing. “You’re cute… I’m sure you were popular at your old school.”
She leaned forward, she inched closer, her breath… you could feel it.
“I’m sorry, they must have not informed you,” she whispered next to your ear which came with a lick and a little play bite. “Don’t worry, I’m sure that you’ll have fun here, but there’s one thing you have to remember and it’s what Ireh says, is what’s followed and you could never go against Ireh. So friendly advice since you’re new here, just mind your own business.”
“That’s funny, I would love to meet this ‘Ireh’ person that you’re talking about. She seems to be an interesting fellow. Thank you for the advice but I’m kinda nosy… I can’t help it so could you please leave that girl alone now?”
“Sujin, could you please tell our nosy friend here who Ireh is?” She ordered using a playful tone as she moved next to the girl she was bullying and the bullied girl responded quickly pointing at her.
“Sh—she’s Ireh… we’re friends, do—don’t mind us. We—we were just playing, I’m okay!”
“There we go! I’m Ireh, nice to meet you transfer student!” She exclaimed before hugging Sujin who was still shivering in fear and crying. She raised her hands, preparing to hit the girl she was hugging, and swung it but before her hand could land on the poor girl, you caught it.
“I’m sorry, I don’t see any Ireh here, could you please point me to her? I’m also new here so can you maybe show me around, Ms. Cho Seo Young?” You read the name that was on her name and her face turned sour, but you just ignored her and turned your attention to the girl beside her. “Park Su Jin? Sujin-ssi, can I call you that? Remember, it’s not playing when only one side is enjoying and the other is hurting.”
“You’re insufferable, transfer student,” Seo Young or Ireh said from the side before freeing herself from your hold, and intertwining the hand she just freed with yours. She once again inched dangerously close to your face, and this time she went in for a kiss.
Surprised, you couldn’t react quickly, and before you knew it, she was melting you with her lips. Her tongue moved fast, invading the inside of your mouth. She tied, she pushed in… she was pushing in something, and you tried fighting but then it was already too late as the next thing was she had already pushed the thing inside far enough that you had no choice but to swallow.
She broke the kiss.
You tried to process what just happened, backing down a little while trying to figure out what was that she made you swallow. 
A drug? What kind of drug?
However, that little time you spent thinking was enough time to kick in. Suddenly, everything felt so light and the image of what was in front of you was splitting. You were floating and it felt amazing.
“Welcome.”
Everything was blurry from then on and at some point, you just closed your eyes and…
SPLASH!
A bucket of cold water woke you up, and there was an image—a person blocking that flickering blinding light. You tried moving but to no accord, everything felt so heavy to move, or was it just that you were too weak? There was also that ringing in your ear… that wasn’t there before and that noise? Where is that coming from? That weird buzzing… 
Everything was spinning and felt light. It felt cold, it felt warm, and there was this creeping anxiety crawling on your skin. It felt as if you were floating yet you were sitting down somewhere… somewhere cold. Headache, it felt as if a thousand needles pierced your head, splitting it.
Water dripped down your face. It felt hot. You were cold, you were wet, you were shivering, and you were sweating. There was also this indescribable sensation and feeling. It was rather odd… everything felt fuzzy.
Your heart… was beating so fast. Nervousness creeps down your skin as everything felt frantic.
“Hey.” A voice caught your attention, and the image in front of you spoke. She was pretty, but who was she again?
A zap of pain surged through your head. Flashbacks of what happened? Of who that girl in front of you was? You remember now…
Ireh, otherwise known as Cho Seo Young, was just standing there, with a smirk—what a cocky girl. She was the bully you tried to stop in the cafeteria earlier? But then the last thing you remember was passing out after she kissed you?
BANG!
A loud bang interrupted your train of thought. Ireh had kicked the door behind her, closing it before leaning towards you. It was then that you realized how little the space was. She was towering over you while you two were enclosed by those not-too-tall white walls, and you were sitting down on something smooth, cold, and ceramic—it was a bathroom cubicle.
“What’s this? What did you do to me?” You barely managed to speak.
“Why? Are you feeling unwell?” A peck on your cheek that still stings(that slap from earlier was really no joke). Those lips of hers were so soft, for a moment there, you forgot that she’s a bully.
“You’re going to regret this,” You threatened even though it was clearly an empty one. You’re not going to be doing anything in your current state—even just speaking was hard, you could barely comprehend her word.
You tried pushing her using every bit of strength you had with your arms, but she easily overpowered you.
“Why? We’re only going to have fun.” She pulled you in, tugging on your necktie. Her grin said it all as she tilted your head up using her finger. Her image was splitting, you were lightheaded but you managed to make eye contact, her eyes were cold and angry, and what came after was her connecting your lips together. Once again, her lips were like butter, soft but that kiss… was empty.
The moment the kiss broke, she delivered another slap, equalizing the slap from earlier, and now both cheeks were left stinging.
“See, we’re having fun, right? You’re wet, let’s get you out of that shirt.” Her fingers crawled and twirled your tie before making you shiver as her nail ran down your body through the wet fabric sticking to your skin.
You tried pushing her once again but she just fended you off without any hardship.
Bit by bit, buttons popped open, and she got to see what was underneath. Her hands felt warm as she gently placed her palm on your chest.
“Look at you… wet and miserable.” Ireh giggled as she poked your chest, “Shivering, are you afraid of me?”
“I’m not afraid, I’m just cold and I feel shit because you drugged me.” Ireh ignored your remark and just focused on feeling you up.
“Your heart, it's beating so fast. Do you perhaps have a crush on me?” Ireh tugged and pulled. “You’re mine now.”
"Over my dead body!" You retorted and spat on her beautiful face. A little payback for what she had done so far. A little bit of pettiness even though you didn’t want to stoop down to her level—it was all you could do—stain her angelic face and wipe that devilish grin off her face.
“Fuck you!” Ireh cussed as she backed away and kicked your groin. Your voice filled the room as you screamed at the unbearable, indescribable pain her black heel gave you. 
“How dare you spit on my beautiful face!”
Tears dropped from the sides of your eyes as she laughed. You tried retaliating every chance you got, trying to block her kick but it was futile, the pain was unbearable and you felt weak.
“I’ll show you… not to fucking mess with me!”
One kick after another, multiplying the threshold of the pain after each contact. 
“I fucking hate people like you. Going around prying into people’s businesses. A hypocrite, trying to save that girl. Big news! Sujin won’t save you! After all, she was the one who gave you that thing that makes it hard for you to move even a finger right now. All I did was give you her little drug. She won’t be saved either, I’ll break her later too! I bet she’s hiding somewhere crying, laughing, pitying herself! Drowning in her own guilt while being so happy because I found a new toy and I won’t use her for a while!”
When she stopped it wasn’t painful anymore as it was numbed from the extreme pain. 
Ireh soon ditched those glasses of hers, throwing them down the floor before sitting down on your lap and once again inching towards you, removing what little space separated the two of you.
“You said you wanna meet Ireh… I am her! Cho Seo Young, that girl is dead. I killed her… and now I’ll make you wish, you're dead too.”
“Cho Seo Young, you're pitiful…” Her hands found their way up to your neck and gripped it. You choked as she tightened her grip little by little, as the need for air strengthened with each second passing by, and as your consciousness slowly faded, her image was all in sight. 
Her smirk and those dirt brown eyes as she looked down on you told you that she viewed you as nothing more than a toy. 
Fuck, she has a beautifully sculpted nose, and those soft supple lips—if only she wasn't a bully, she was someone to fawn over. Seriously, doesn't it seem weird to be admiring her while she chokes you?
"You're so brave, calling me by that name twice."
Ireh opened her mouth and then her saliva slowly dripped from it to your gaped mouth straight to your throat.
"Don't worry… soon enough you'll be begging me for more."
She finally let go of your neck. A surge of air kicked in as you coughed and tried to spit her saliva out of your mouth—some you already swallowed…
She didn't even let you rest as she delivered a punch straight to your gut, making you throw up, and before you could recover Ireh pushed you. Your head bounced off the wall, adding to all that pain as she forced you to lean back, and one last slap before leaning towards you once again.
"What happened? Cat's got your tongue?" Ireh mocked as she watched you wince in pain and gasp for air. With her fingertip, you tip over, and Ireh once again inched dangerously close to you. 
Everything still hurts, everything within your line of sight still splits into multiple images. Your focus was off, and that weird buzzing, that flickering light, and her scent… still bothers you. Why are you noticing this now? Fuck, her perfume was so sweet. 
"Cho Seo Young, you're going to regret this."
She slapped you.
"Tsk, I told you not to call me that. Forget it, you'll learn soon enough. Open wide~ Here's something that would make you a little compliant."
You could not focus, and can't even maintain eye contact. Eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Everything felt colder but she was warm when she leaned over you. Speaking of warmth, the spots she slapped, punched, and kicked were warm—more like stinging in pain and aching but they countered the cold.
You blinked and her lips connected to yours.
Her kiss this time was torrid, fast, hurried, but still pleasant yet still empty. Ireh's tongue was fast to invade the inside of your mouth and just like before, she was pushing something once again. Another pill? She said it was something that would make you more 'compliant'?
You tried to battle her, trying to tie knots with your tongues and trying to stop her from pushing the pill in, but to no avail, it was useless as she won. She was successful in pushing the pill to the back of your throat. 
"Swallow."
She hurriedly broke the kiss. A string of saliva that was cut quickly as you choked but couldn't throw up the drug because of her hand that shut your mouth close.
You swallowed.
"Good, now don't worry… I'll make you feel good soon enough."
As she leaned backward, trying to rest a little The drug kicked in. That ringing slowly faded out. The headache slowly dissipated. Everything felt lighter, it wasn't cold nor hot, it was just pleasant. You were floating. You tried speaking but giggles came out of your mouth.
Everything felt slow, even the flickering of the bulb seemed slower and that buzzing sound didn't bother you anymore.
It doesn't hurt anymore—nothing hurts anymore. 
"Transfer student…"
You heard Ireh call you, but you couldn't make out the rest of her words, it was just her mouth opening and closing.
It was a dream.
You finally moved your body to fix your sitting position, leaned on the wall behind you properly, and rested your head.
Ireh also straddles your lap. Push her because she was surely up to no good but for some reason, it felt like she wouldn't hurt a fly this time. Her touch… They were feathers and they felt pleasant—they felt safe.
Everything was calm.
You could only watch her as she got comfortable, getting rid of her blouse and her bra, and let you feast on the sight of her topless torso—it was hypnotizing—Ireh was alluring. 
When she leaned to put her hands to work, you didn’t resist nor really wanted to. She skillfully got rid of your tie and got you out of your wet shirt. Ireh caressed your cheeks, soothed them as if she wasn’t the reason why it was red.
She worked her way down to your neck where she left a kiss after tracing the marks she made choking you. 
After that, she found your chest and she really knew where to tease and tickle, sending an electric sensation using her fingers and tongue.
“What a nice toy you are…” Ireh continued fluidly and this time she found your abdomen. She giggled as she feel it up with her whole palm, and not long after, she reached for your groins which she attack ferociously earlier.
Her skillful hands and fingers quickly got rid of your belt, and from there she tugged, revealing your shaft. She grasped it gently and started stroking it simultaneously gaining moans from you. It was surprising how it wasn’t broken with how much she kicked your groin. 
Ireh as a person is very contradicting… She had caused you so much pain and yet she had also been very gentle with you, kissing and soothing the same spots she harmed. Now, with her long and thin fingers, she tenderly and caringly stroked your dick to its full hardness.
Shameful, getting hard on the girl who beat you up—turned on by a bully.
She’s enjoying this, and so was your body. It wasn’t the pleasuring she was enjoying, but rather it was watching you fall into submission with each up and down stroke. She giggled each time your cock throbs on her hand and that was enough for her to continue violating you.
“What’s this? Do you like me now? Getting hard for me,”  Ireh mocked in your ear after a playful bite. You wanted to retort but the shame kept you from it and the fact that you were actually feeling great. Honestly, just her touch made you feel appetitive and each stroke feels euphoric.
It might be because she was just good with it, maybe it was the drug, or perhaps it was the feeling of pleasure after being beaten to numbness, but that just doesn’t mean anything anymore as Ireh pushed herself off your lap and kneeled in front of you.
All this time, she was looking down on you, and now Ireh was looking up at you yet, it still felt like she was the one in control and those mocking eyes said it all. 
There was no stopping her now as she completely removed your slacks—tugged them down for your dick to be out to the open for her enjoyment. 
She looked at your cock like it was a toy and like a kid, she didn’t waste any time to take the chance to play with her toy. 
Wetness and a touch of a soft muscle greeted your member. You just watched her as she started to lick the tip of your cock while she use her free to keep it steady and standing before giving another soft kiss. 
It was euphoric.
Soon her tongue landed at the base of your cock. Slowly, tracing the whole length of it while maintaining eye contact. She trailed up. Ireh licked every corner of your cock like it was a lollipop and when she did reach the tip once again, she stopped and played with the underside of it, tickling it with her tongue swirls, leaving you to become a moaning mess.
You throbbed. Ireh planted another soft kiss right on top and using her tongue, she teased the little slit of your tip.
There wasn’t any plan on stopping anytime soon, as she gave a handful of playful lick on your slit—it tickled, and her licks sent tingles upon your shaft. It was electrifying.
Ireh is a woman full of contradiction and once again, she proved it. She might have started gently but now she was coming in like a lion. Suddenly, your tip met the back of her throat, making you groan.
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She stayed down there for several seconds before pulling out and going down again this time with just her tongue. It came in fast and rough, a long lick that traced each inch. Her lips wrapped around the whole circumference of your cock. Her tongue occupied the entirety of your dick, and not one tooth could be felt, and once again her lips finally landed at the base of your cock, and your tip hit the walls of her throat. It was soft, wet, warm, and tight. She held it in for several seconds up until she couldn’t anymore and pulled back, leaving a pool of saliva that enveloped your member that soon dripped down your balls.
Ireh gasped for air and you followed her, catching your breath for very different reasons—for her it was the fact that her breathing was restricted, and for you, it was because of the agonizing pleasure she gave. It would be a lie to say that it didn’t feel amazing, but shame still followed it.
“I like you better this way. Submissive and not annoying.” Her lips met your cock, and you moaned in response, and even with her mouth full, you could imagine the corners of her lips raising to a smirk. “You’re so cute.”
“I won’t give in.” Your body already did. She ignored you as she continued to bob her head, taking your shaft in and out of her mouth in between your legs, diligently blowing, licking, and sucking with her eyes locked on yours while your hardened shaft slipped in and out of her lips.
“Don’t lie to me.” Ireh pumped up and down, stroking your cock’s whole length. She let her saliva drip down to its head, making sure it was properly lubricated—in combination with her handjob, Ireh’s lip once again landed on the tip of your cock, engulfing it once again. It was addicting, it was intoxicating, it was tingling, it was electrifying, shivers running down your spine as the girl you hate went down your shaft.
You were dazed in both a euphoric high and a drug, she turned you into a gasping and moaning mess, and Ireh just cockily smiled before continuing to roam on each and every inch of your dick while her hand continuously moved in an up and down motion.
It didn’t take long before you could feel the build-up in your groin as again and again, you watched your dick disappear and reappear from her mouth. All your nerves, all of your focus was directed to Ireh and the way she moved her tongue—the way her lips wrapped around your shaft.
Close your eyes.
It was dreamy.
Semen built up and started to crawl through your length. You knew it was coming even though you didn’t want it to come. However, your body was screaming for it, but then a pop was caught by your ear and suddenly all sensation stopped.
Open your eyes.
There you found Ireh, her image was a little bit blurry but you were able to make out her figure towering over you. She knew what she did and she was clearly satisfied and happy while your member ached and blue-balled.
“I’m tired, it is not fair if you’re the only one enjoying here,” Ireh playfully said while she smirked putting on a show as she reached inside her skirt and pulled down her obviously ruined panties.
“Don’t stare too much, I’ll melt.” She joked before throwing her panties at your face, covering it which you quickly removed but to your surprise, Ireh straddles your lap, and you could feel it, the wetness of her core as your member brushed on it.
Ireh knew and she just stared at you, smiling almost sweetly while she went in for a quick peck. Which made you wonder…
“Seo Yo—” 
SLAP!
“Don’t call me that,” Ireh sternly said as she caressed the cheek she just slapped. “Now, do it properly.”
“Ireh…”
“There, that’s more like it, transfer student.” You were still drug dazed and it was still hazy. Although the slap woke you up from your dreamy state a little but enough to knock some sense from you.
“Why are you doing this?” You asked her. Ireh leaned forward, nestling on your chest. She didn't answer just yet but instead, she gave a playful lick on your nipple and a bite.
It was strange… It was a bite but it was tingling and electrifyingly pleasing, and now with that, you had also realized how her slap didn't hurt either.
"What kind of drug did you even give me?" You questioned, following up the first one as you finally managed to do small movements—one hand to grab on her waist and the other on the back of her head as she was still leaning on your chest.
"Curious? Why does it feel good?" Ireh said as she reseated to see you eye to eye. "There's no pain, right? And this..."
Ireh planted her hands on your chest, using them as support while she started to grind her hips.
“You ask me why?”  Long and slow movements, grinding using her hips and teasing with just the lips of her sex. “It’s because I enjoy breaking people like you transfer student.”
“I’m pent up and I get off seeing a righteous person like you fall into this state.” Her slow and long grinding was edging—pleasantly torturous and euphorically shameful. You could only whine with your powerlessness and this only fed her ego more. “I made you feel unimaginable pain, and then lifted you up to heaven. See, you’re not even resisting anymore, you’re even holding onto me.”
Ireh was moaning in between her words, feeling up the gratification of her actions as she grind more and more. Her wet lips were so close yet so far, your cock was aching and throbbing to enter but it couldn’t, edging you as she enjoyed it all—her complete dominance over you, and the ego boost it provided—the way you and your cock were the perfect toys for her, it hit all right 
places.
She stopped suddenly, halting everything to wrap an arm around your torso and another at the back of your head. Ireh clung onto you, completely removing any space between the two of you, pressing her own body onto yours.
Ireh continued rocking her hips and suddenly upping the ante to her rhythm—her fast and crazy speed. She keep grinding down on you as you heard her moan and gasp for air as she seemingly decided to just forget about you and focus on her pleasuring herself. 
Her nails dug into your back, and her hand clenched on your hair as she ran wild. Ireh didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. Her breath hitches. Her gasping and moaning continued. She was frenzied, crazily grinding her hips forward and backward. 
Her wetness dripped on your member, lubricating her movements and allowing it all to flow fluidly. She closed her eyes, relishing it, giving onto the haze… She wasn’t drugged just like you were but it was clear from your blurry and dreamy sight that she was as drunk as you were.
She pressed her hips, pushed her pelvis onto yours, and ground her hips as she moaned in pleasure. Of course, she wasn’t the only one as you too were a moaning mess.
It was surreal and it was unreal. There wasn’t any penetration but at that point, there wasn’t greater pleasure than the one she was giving you—it was pleasurable and out of this world.
You throbbed, swept by the pleasure, and you unconsciously bucked your hips using the little strength you could muster.  It didn’t take long, once again you could feel the build-up that was more rapid this time, crawling up your length, but just like the last time, it was as if she knew.
She stopped.
Her timing was impeccable.
Not long after she stopped, she opened her eyes and made eye contact made with you, into each other with her seeing only a doped man with drunken eyes while you saw the emptiness in 
hers. 
She didn’t forget about you.
She smirked and laughed maniacally even pulling on your hair, catching you off guard and surprising you. You tried fighting but before you could retort, she pulled you into a hug. 
Her hardened nipples brushed on your torso as she lifted herself slightly to reach your ear, licked on it, bit on it, and whispered, “What is this? Enjoying yourself too much, transfer student? What a hypocrite.”
Ireh reached underneath, grasped your cock, lined up your shaft with her wet folds, and with a shift of her hips, your tip penetrated her pussy, but it wasn’t as easy as that as she went on slowly torturous speed.
“Just say it.” Slowly she dropped herself an inch before stopping once again.
“Say my name and I’ll let you feel have it whole.” Ireh let out a moan as her fold slowly diverge and as your cock slowly penetrates her pussy. 
“Can you feel it?” She was already halfway and you couldn’t take it anymore. The euphoria of her wetness and her tightness slowly enveloping your cock was unbearable. It was rhapsodic, your brain was overloaded by these different feelings and sensations that were both complementing and contradicting each other.
“Can you feel my pussy?” You could. Its tightness, its wetness the way it gripped your cock, the warmth her quim has as it hugged your member.
“Just say that you want me.” She stopped, and you groaned before taking a deep breath and opening your mouth to speak, “Ireh please, I want you.”
She smiled.
“How about a no,” Ireh said before laughing victoriously as she pulled out and got off you. It was all a trap and you got caught. A honey trap to prove her point and to humiliate you, and she was successful.  She made you remember that she was the villain of this story and for a moment you forgot about this crucial fact.
Despite her dead eyes, and empty kisses she still got you. There was no passion but she was skillful and that was enough you make you submit.
The high and pleasure made you submit.
What a disgrace of a man you are.
Her laugh echoed in that small space and her glaring eyes gleamed victoriously. Ireh got what she wanted: make you use her name “Ireh”, make you submit to her, and expose you to what you really were—in her own words a “Hypocrite”.
“Did you really think that I would have sex with you?!” She exclaimed before grabbing your dick tightly, stroking it, working her hand, and giving you another shot of ecstasy as she smugly looked at your face. Suddenly that euphoric dream turned into a nightmare.
Anger crawled through your skin, your heart rate escalated, you could feel yourself sweating more and more, and suddenly you were gasping and chasing for air. At that moment you were so angry but you just couldn’t do anything. You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs but your line of sight was spinning. Open your mouth but nothing was coming out.
Ireh… Cho Seo Young…
IREH,
CHO SEO YOUNG,
Remember, she’s a bully.
“You’re nothing but trash.” Ireh’s palm once again met your face and soon enough after lots of one-sided brawl you were sitting on the bathroom floor. It just went by, you closed your eyes, and when you opened them once again, your head was on the back of the toilet seat. Look up and see her. Guess the drug helped you with that, there was no pain, it was just it.
“You don’t even deserve to be my dog.” Ireh lifted her skirt, and her glistening pink pussy was in full sight. “Just be my toilet,  that’s how low you are. That’s where you belong.”
You could not see her face… not fully but you knew, Ireh still have that smirk, and those eyes of hers that looks at anything as if they were trash and they were below her. She sinks, squatting on your face. Her scent grew stronger—that sweet lavender with that mix of musk, filling your mouth through your nostrils.
“Drink it,” she commanded, but you really didn’t have no choice as her lips met yours lips. She moaned loudly at that contact and that musky smell grew exponentially, then liquid flew out. Stuttered jets of her piss, you collected using your mouth. 
Its inconsistency was a bitch, some spilled and escaped from the sides of your mouth, and some went astray to your nose, your eyes that were shut closed, and other parts of your face. Try as hard as you can, gather and swallow her warm, salty streams of that yellow-hued liquid coming out of her pink lips. 
Pray your neck doesn’t break. Pray you don’t drown from her piss. Pray all of these ends soon.
Once again much obliged to the drug for numbing your pain. Without it, a strain on your neck, and that repeated hitting of the back of your head to that ceramic toilet bowl seat would be painful.
Did time go slowly? Or was it just that her pissing was never-ending?
She gripped your hair and gathered an ample amount of your hair as she ground on your mouth, adding more pressure on your neck, making it harder to catch oxygen and continuous streams of her piss.
Drink and swallow, her piss cascaded from her quim to your lips while some spilled—you couldn’t drink it all, leaving you to question whether you drank more or spilled more? Was her aim good enough to not spill more than you could ever swallow?
Thankfully, liquid stopped dripping from her quim, and relief soon came after. The constant bouncing and hitting of your head stopped on the toilet seat and the pressure on your neck was 
lifted as she finally removed her quim from your mouth.
“Look at you, transfer student. Now you’re looking more like yourself.”
FUCK.
How did it come to this?
Salted beads crawled down your cheeks. You weren’t sure if they were her piss or if they were your tears. Ireh was once again looking down on you—you’re now the worm of the perspective and now that seemed to be the norm now. Her seemingly innocent, droopy, and sleepy eyes which were honestly so attractive were actually cold and evil.
That cocky smirk.
Her hysterical laugh.
She lift her heel, and you could only stare and follow it as she sat them comfortably next to your head on that toilet seat, and that image would surely be imprinted forever on your brain—flashed on repeat during your visits to the bathroom from now on.
Ireh was catching her breath and this moment might be the only time when you could clear your head. 
The air feels cold… 
It feels hot…
She’s silent… wasn’t she supposed to be saying something about how shameful you are? Or how pitiful you look?
That exhaust fan is noisy…
That bulb was flickering…
It was hot, it was cold as the liquid that wetted your skin slowly evaporated and crept down your skin. Its stench was definitely not pleasing, not as pleasing as her perfume but it still definitely smelled like her, well… 
Being a toilet seat is hard, remember to be more kind to toilets nowadays.
That hot liquid with the hints and hue of yellowish that came out of those pinkish lips.
"Look at me."
Just do as the voice said.
Don’t defy Ireh.
“What Ireh says, is what’s followed and you could never go against Ireh.”
Look up.
Her image was still blurry, and the flickering light behind that was distracting, but at least the noisy exhaust fan was filtered by that loud ringing.
The time to ponder ended there and all that could be done was feel what was left to feel. Here it comes, fuck how could you can see it so clearly when it was so fast in reality.
That black heel of hers meets your face.
FUCK.
Close your eyes.
The next time you opened your eyes, there was a person…
But there were a thousand reasons why you couldn't make her out properly. Your head was splitting, your line of sight was blurry, etc… but you were able to make out to say
It was a girl.
Ireh?
No.
This girl was different…
"You're awake." 
Her voice… 
It sounded familiar. 
"I'm sorry."
"Who are you?" You asked—it seemed like you were sober enough now. Plus, your sight was slowly recovering and when she spoke once again, you were already able to fully see her face.
"My name… Park Su Jin."
The girl Ireh was bullying…
"Sujin-ssi—" She cut you with her lips. Suddenly pulling you into a torrid and deep kiss. Her lips, they were heavenly but that kiss…
It felt oddly familiar.
And so it was because it was the same kiss.
The same tactic Ireh used to make you swallow those pills of some drug.
Sujin pushed, and she easily overpowered you. Perhaps because you were too weak or she was just good at kissing but nonetheless, she made you swallow the pill.
She was a good kisser.
"Sujin-ssi, why?" You asked after she broke the kiss. She didn't answer, instead, she grasped your dick, stroking it to its full length once again.
Seriously, what is it with this school and its female students who violate their peers?
The drug kicked in and that was when Su Jin finally spoke—almost whispering and not caring whether you hear or not.
"I'm sorry… Please, the least I can do is make you cum."
End.
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I feel like I remember you mentioning Luz inheriting Owlbert as her palisman instead of Stringbean a while back (I've checked but nothing comes up, so idk if I'm just imagining this or tumblr is just being tumblr lol) and if you did, how would that work exactly? I'm very intrigued by it, but I wonder how it would play into the story, especially if Eda stays alive. I'm curious to hear your thoughts!
(Sorry if you haven't haha, I just remember reading somthing about it and I'm 70% sure it was you but..)
This is kind of both where I've mentioned it, so Tumblr should be able to bring it up, but I've never talked in depth about it I think. Let's fix that here.
So I still believe this take. The core premise is that it is a passing on of who Eda once was to someone who can now hold her rebellious torch. For Luz it is true acceptance of her being Eda's apprentice and her daughter, a family heirloom effectively passed on. Also, Owlbert would have been carved while Eda was still at her most rebellious and probably has missed the side of Eda that could do a lot of that but the curse tamped down and now Momma Eda just can't act on as much. Not like Luz. Owlbert is also more family for them than Stringbean literally had time to be. All of this is thematically WAY stronger than almost anything to do with Stringbean, leaning into new homes, found family and the mentor/student side of the show. I've DEFINITELY talked about why Stringbean doesn't work though, as cute as they are.
All of this would also have paid off the Owlbert episode in S1 or felt like it was happening already with how Luz kept borrowing Owlbert in early S2. She was growing a bond with the palisman and Owlbert is even why she's able to trick Belos during the S1 finale because otherwise she wouldn't have been able to activate the glyphs remotely.
This is also without getting into the fact that once Eda has Harpy Mode... She just doesn't need Owlbert. She can fly, she uses glyphs, it's potentially dangerous for her to use her old friend who might still want to spread their wings, etc. like that. The palisman is no longer required, kind of like how we don't see Lilith's palisman in the finale because she has her own wings now. I am happy they have their wings but... Are their palisman just being left at home, without their companions?
That starts getting kind of close to why the Bat Queen didn't trust Luz in S1. And hey, it would have been a GREAT way to end Hunting Palisman. Rather than a brick of wood that was going to take a REALLY smart hand to make eventually work without either feeling awkward in execution or feeling pointless because whatever Luz said was going to end up feeling like something she could have said here, both of which are Stringbean frankly, it's that Owlbert comforts her. Eda sees this, smiles, frowns then shuts her eyes. When they open back up, it's to Luz and Owlbert, now in first person perspective from Eda's eyes, looking up at her and asking if she's okay. She wipes her tears, knowing what's right for her friend and her daughter and tells Luz that until she figures out what she wants, what fits her, she can use Owlbert. He has been getting a little chubby sitting around The Owl House after all and she's more likely to keep him from getting into mischief. Owlbert hoots in indignation while Luz puffs out her chest and goes "And what if I want to get into Mischief?" and Eda just smiles before saying that then they BOTH can keep each other out of trouble.
It's a genuine Mentor/Student moment that also has SO many shades of when someone hands down the old car that's been around for so long and meant so much to the older generation. Now it can be useful and ride anew with the sons and daughters who originally ran those tires into the ground. How it can cause mischief all anew while the old generations also knows how reliable it can be.
It even fits with what Luz's statement is eventually. "I want to be understood." Why not the family who took her in and showed so much understanding? Hunting Palisman is one of the genuinely good moments for Luz, Eda and King, brief as it is, in part because it is showing so much understanding of Luz. That she would appreciate the gesture, needs time, needs opportunity and doesn't need pressure. But that understanding never really goes anywhere. Eda never passes anything on to Luz. She barely ever teaches her anything, even when that was ostensibly what the show was about. This could have at least been a gesture bringing the elements closer together, rather than keeping them apart.
Instead, even when the family is all together to fight Belos, Owlbert just... Isn't there. He's gone from the finale until the endings start. Someone who always protected Luz, helped her, even back in the first episode when Eda tries to send Luz away with Owlbert and he's just... gone. Left by the wayside like so many elements that seemed to matter at one point.
Left to rot like so many abandoned palisman. That doesn't feel like how things should have gone. Not when there was so much to be gotten out of keeping him around.
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kradogsrats · 8 months
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I just want to return to What We Know About Ghosting(tm) for a minute since we've now seen three Ghosted Moonshadow elf characters with very different reactions to it:
The Convict: Redfeather is Ghosted for an unknown reason, but one she claims not to regret, she has essentially leaned in to it and rejected Moonshadow society and her previous identity in turn. Redfeather implies that many Ghosts react as she did and discard everything from their previous lives, including their names.
The Penitent: Tylluan is Ghosted for being kind of a shitty leader, and has come to accept their sentence while still deciding to work to fix their final mistake, not with the intent to reverse their punishment but to help their former community in the way they should have before. Tylluan is a bit weird about their name—it's possible the implication is supposed to be that the closer they get to their goal of fixing their mistake, the more comfortable they feel reclaiming it? They go by Feathershawl for the entirety of "The Lost Oasis," but then switch to saying they prefer to be called Tylluan at the start of "The Gloaming Glade." (It's noted that "most elves" refer to them as Feathershawl, whatever that means.)
The Martyr: Rayla, of course, is Ghosted for a misunderstanding of what was actually an incredible sacrifice on her part, for which she still blames herself rather than her community, but still holds to her identity and (it seems) the hope that one day she can return. Rayla, as far as we know, never even considers the possibility of abandoning her name.
Ghosting appears to be very localized to individual communities, since Tylluan, for example, is invisible only to the people of the town he was exiled from—a Moonshadow PC is not indicated to have any problem seeing him. Mechanically, it's something that can be done to an individual in absentia by all of the community members undergoing a ritual, but it's not clear if this is the only way to do it or if it can be performed on the individual instead (which seems like it would be more efficient, at least).
(I will note that there are a lot of things that make absolutely ZERO sense about ANY of this, such as the fact that a Ghost can still enter their community and simply cannot be seen or heard—but can still affect their surroundings. I, for one, would hesitate to punish someone in that way simply because APPARENTLY THEY CAN COME BACK AND FUCK WITH YOU AND YOU LITERALLY CAN'T STOP THEM IN ANY WAY. Maybe there's some intricate thing going on that prevents a Ghost from doing actual harm to the community that exiled them and its members, and Tylluan is able to affect things in the Hollow Wood because they are acting in its defense, but... that's really needlessly complicated, imo.)
Following the very community-centered nature of Ghosting, Tylluan can be un-Ghosted depending on how "The Gloaming Glade" plays out, so we know it's both reversible and, again, basically subject to the whim of overall community majority attitude. This very localized status is interesting, since it implies that Moonshadow communities are not only insular with regard to other elves, but even with regard to other Moonshadow elves. Unless there's a way to detect if someone has been Ghosted by a community, it wouldn't be quite as devastating to just... pick up and go to another community. The implication here, I think, is that moving between communities is regarded as generally suspicious unless there's a negotiated reason (marriage, training in a trade, etc.)—you can't just show up, because you will presumably be actively rejected.
Finally, the fact that we know Ghosting can be reversed makes Moonshadow justice in general just... even more bonkers. I feel like one of two things has to be true: either a) there's some kind of super-Ghosting that is used for actual severe crimes and expels the individual from ALL of Moonshadow society, not just their local community, or b) Rayla is actually correct in her somewhat naive assumption about Redfeather's crime being a circumstance similar to her own, where she was served a legalistically simplistic punishment over a very complicated situation with mitigating circumstances. ADDITIONALLY, Rayla is, or is at least willing to believe that she is, STILL GHOSTED two years after it has presumably come out that she SAVED THE DRAGON PRINCE'S LIFE AT LEAST TWICE. Did Zubeia just like... not dispatch that memo to the Slivergrove, because it kind of seems like the least she could do, given that it was on her order that the assassins were sent in the first place? Is the Slivergrove SO insular that it only accepts messages from even the fucking DRAGON QUEEN if they include assassination orders? The alternative is that everyone in the Silvergrove is so fucking insane that they heard all of that and were like, "yeah, but..." and let the punishment stand, despite presumably knowing Rayla since she was a baby. (Though to be fair, they probably knew all the assassins who died since they were babies, as well. But still.)
Now, maybe the happy alternate to that will be that they DID un-Ghost Rayla, but she's so self-hating that it doesn't occur to her that would ever happen without some further grand redemption gesture on her part, and they just literally couldn't find her to tell her that. (Ethari like "OH MY GOD RAYLA IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN YOU'RE GOING IN THE TODDLER LEASH FOREVER" and crying.) Maybe now that she's back in fairly static, predictable company (Katolis, Callum and Ezran, etc.) the news will reach her?
Anyway, TL;DR: Moonshadow Ghosting: still absolutely fucking insane, possibly the most bizarre thing we're supposed to accept about the setting.
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I've recently finished Leverage and Leverage redemption and am in the process of casually rewatching it. (Thanks for introducing me to FMAB and ATLA too btw) I just want to ask you a few questions about it, like: What are your favorite things about each character? What are your favorite things about each relationship. What are your favorite things about the group? How do you feel about the sequel? How do feel about the romance in the show? What are your favorite running jokes? Thank you
hoohoohoo, it's like an essay prompt but about something I actually like
What are your favorite things about each character?
Nate: to be honest, kind of a hard sell - definitely the protagonist I like the least, intentionally so. That said, when they're dealing with a really hateful bad guy it's always fun to see Nate turn all his asshole powers against them and get really smug about it
Sophie: extremely insightful! fun to see it weaponized, extra fun to see her very gently use it to try and help the rest of the team live their best lives, especially Parker
Parker: oh how easily Parker could have been an Obliviously Sexy Unhinged Harley Quinn type, and instead we got the first thoughtfully written explicitly neurodivergent female character I've ever seen. Never infantilized despite it being a frequent plot point that the others help her through her difficulty in social settings and with processing loss. Full-fledged character in her own right, grows and becomes more comfortable without ever having her neurodivergence "fixed". she's a great character and I find her writing refreshingly free of red flags or "oof" moments. love that she's good with kids and teaches them Crime in the first ten minutes of hanging out
Hardison: literally the only normal person in this group and I say this as a compliment. everyone else is at least kind of a james-bond-style superspy with borderline preternatural abilities but hardison is the only character I trust to order a coffee without making a scene. unconditionally the emotional heart of the group and the only character able to openly admit that he likes the other characters, which is vital in a group of Edgy Loner Crime-Boys.
Eliot: joke answer, the hair. real answer, I love any character who turns themself into a weapon and stoically accepts that they'll never be anything else again. "Incredibly simple, but in the same way that a sword is simple." Adds a beautiful substrate of angst to all of his funny or lighthearted moments, as underlying it is a character who concluded long ago that he's irredeemable, and because he thus considers himself entirely disposable and even irrelevant is now determined to spend the rest of his life making the world a better place. Also, one of the only Edgy Badass Lancer types who is incredibly overt about how much he likes and cares about his teammates and never even jokes about "bah I'm better off on my own I was just passing through etc etc."
Harry: just an absolute wet noodle of a man. Love that he's taken Hardison's role of "only normal human being"
Breanna: absolutely love how bad she is at the social grifting side of things, because that is 100% accurate to every tech person I know
What are your favorite things about each relationship?
There's a lot of relationships and I'm not about to highlight all 10 OG pairings plus the 9 new pairings added by Harry and Breanna, so instead I'll just highlight my absolute favorite underrated one, which is Parker and Eliot. They have this odd synergy where they're both by far the most physically dangerous people in the group and also the most scarred by a country mile, and they have this kind of unspoken camraderie about it that only gets overtly highlighted in Season 4 Episode 1, "The Long Way Down Job." Everyone else in the group is a person, they seem to think; people they want to protect. But the two of them are tools and weapons, and that means they can do the things that people can't. Also within this synergy there's a good foiling dynamic where Eliot has basically seen it all and come to terms with everything under the sun, while Parker is comparatively extremely hyperfocused and rather sheltered and is constantly grappling with new situations. Underrated dynamic.
What are your favorite things about the group?
They just hang out sometimes! It feels like they keep existing when the camera's off them. Valuable screentime is spent on them just chilling and chatting, getting dinner together and bringing up more wacky offscreen hijinks. A story that's relentlessly All Action And Disrupted Status Quo All The Time starts tuning you out after a while, but it's the slow, peaceful moments that make us invested in their success and in them being able to help the innocent-victims-of-the-week.
How do you feel about the sequel?
Loved the first season, tentatively optimistic about the rest of it - I've been burned before so I'm taking it slow.
How do you feel about the romance in the show?
Parker and Hardison's thing is cute and compelling! Big fan of how it doesn't override the other dynamics and isn't treated as intrinsically more important than the rest of the gang's relationships. Nate and Sophie's thing feels a little more plot-mandated and tbh Nate is kind of an unlikable fuckhead so I'm not sure why Sophie was so hung up, but it wasn't too disruptive and it was always very funny seeing them play a dysfunctional couple on a grift
What are your favorite running jokes?
"Dammit Hardison." Parker pushing people off of things. Someone asking Eliot if he knows about some niche thing or random bad guy and then it flashes back to him getting waterboarded in Area 51 or whatever and it cuts back to him mildly going "yea". Wil Wheaton is in this show and everybody hates him. "It's a very distinctive [thing]." Harry, walking befuddled sunshine man, being like "yes I know all the inner workings of this specific niche evil lawyer thing, I was a bad guy remember?" to this group of expert crime boys and somehow surprising them every time
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slovo-kvnnt · 11 months
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✦HEADCANONS by
Tf2 Freakshow.✦
<×(and small drawings of my Heancanons)×>
⚠️warning⚠️.
These ARE HEADCANONS, that is, they are not really canons of the characters and it is used for PERSONAL USE. nothing here is confirmed by the creators of different Freaks. but hey thanks for watching ;).
✦Panis cupcakes may not know how to read, write or even count well, but he is an excellent piano player.
(by the way I made these drawings of the different versions of painis cupcakes, includes my Heancanon).
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✦Intelligent Heavy and Vagineer are the only ones with the sense of humor of...
MATHEMATICAL SCIENCES.
✦Both Cakehole and Pi$$ are fans of Naruto. And in fact, Cakehole is the vice-president of the Otaku Club and Handsome Rogue is the president-at-large.
✦Ass Pancakes is wondering if he's really straight.
that is why both Gentlemanspy, as Spyper and even his best friend, SoupCock Porkpie often call him "bisexual Dumbass".
✦Pi$$ cakehole unlike the others, he needs glasses to see from a distance or read more comfortably. But once Cakehole grabbed his glasses and half and part of the glass broke, so he had to fix it himself, and since that day nobody touches him.
and curiously, he is in a relationship with Cbs but let's say that his relationship is something... unusual
(and they both smoke marijuana, while Cakejole prefers cocaine)
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a strange mix between obsession and hate... yes hehe...
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✦Polite Spy when he has a specific feeling or emotion his eyes change color depending on what emotion it is.
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✦Cps smokes in the church bathroom, yes literally everyone calls him a ...
H Y P O C R I T E
EVEN ERZENGEL, Karmasolly and Dream demo (rarely, but does).
✦Allright, we all know that erzengel and cps hate each other and it's for the same reason that cbs would HAVE to BE in hell. but let's say that he only defended him from his fate and that's it, arguments, fights, dissolution, etc., but even so Brutal and Pure are friends.
✦Karma Soldier and Lord Degroot used to be best friends until one day everything changed forever ...
✦Each Freak has his sexual orientation or how that Freak identifies.
for example, Soldine IDENTIFIES AS AN ORANGE CAR- okno( but they tend to make those kinds of jokes with Ghost, MSG, Orangeman, Cyborgneer and Medizard).
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(I was thinking about digitizing but due to personal problems and mere laziness, I couldn't do it, and now I realized that I didn't color the pants from CBS XDDDDDD)
✦The Spyper Red, or simply Red. And his personality is the opposite, he is someone malevolent and a professional psychopath.
✦Medizard x Cakehole pi$$ is good
✦Demo Samedi and Samedi Spy are Haitian
✦Ghost doesn't like to be called "GHOSTY" (Major and Soldine never misses an opportunity to call it that).
✦Madic has a collection of pigeons in his laboratory and one of the birds he has is a raven named Lewis, after Major Lewis.
✦Cyborspy has CyborSoldier as a sex slave. not to specify their shady situations... but for now no one knows... FOR NOW.
CyborPyro has the appearance of a woman, because once everything was destroyed. The only thing they were able to recover was his head and some small parts of it.
Cybormedic cleverly spruced up its appearance and gave it some personality and the FemCyborPyro was born. her appearance is because it would be easier to distract her enemies using her female "Methods".
Fem/CyborPyro can be identified as both "SHE" and "HE" but can also be referred to as "they" or "It"
✦Cyborscout and Drunk Monk (actually this is Canon XD) are a couple. And they're planning a wedding, they just can't decide who the best man will be.
precisely MSG and cyborneer fight over that.
✦everything you saw here is an "AU" Alternate Universe (Slovo's AU).
a world where innocent respawners and mercenaries leave the servers empty and discolored.
The pacifist Freaks are more dangerous than the feared High Ranker, but their psycho mode or "killer instinct" is disabled, of course unless you want to unleash TRUE CHAOS.
Let's assume that the real danger would be the peaceful Freaks like Cps, I.H and Politespy ESPECIALLY.
So HECU, from time to time interrogate Freaks of this type and examine their way of thinking, socializing, defending themselves, and seeing the Tf2Freaks-Wolrd in their angle view ...
"So, those idiots over there *points to all the freaks, including Soldine and the entire HECU staff* are they one step from the far future?...."
yes... but not at the same time. My AU is in the 20's post 2001. Psycho Freaks lost interest in killing due to server inactivity and are getting more and more modernized, until reaching a "current" state.
HECU Staff Documentary Narrator: Everyone is in a neutral or peaceful state for now, but they miss the good old days...
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Have some thoughts I've had about squad two bc they never leave my mind
- Shisui, being Yamanaka raised, has flower language memorized- probably even knows some special meanings that most don't. Of course he ends up talking about it with Tenzo as something they can bond over which winds up with the whole squad knowing. Whether or not that was a good idea was questioned when Genma almost ruined a girl's life with sheer humiliation when he laughed loudly when he saw what flowers she was trying to give to Raidou...safe to say they didn't mean what she think they did.
- Kakashi does have more comfortable clothes, such as large hoodies and sweatpants, instead of just versions of the uniform he tends to wear. It's not that he isn't comfortable wearing them, it's just that they tend to somehow disappear a lot. Digging them back out of Genma and Shisui's closets is just too much effort- it totally doesn't please the pack animal part of his brain, what are you talking about?
- The squad has, on multiple occasions, broken into each other's houses and dorms. Most of the time it's because someone's place is closer and they're tired/drunk/etc or it's one of those nights where it's hard to sleep without the comforting knowledge of someone trusted nearby. There are times, especially after bad missions, they all pile up in one dorm to sleep. After the the worst, Kakashi's summons join the group to both comfort and guard the tired squad. It's during these times Shisui often finds himself under a literal dog pile because he runs warm.
- Shisui has picked up on crow habits that the squad finds somewhat amusing and kind of endearing. He sometimes bounces on his feet, moving his weight from one foot to the other like a crow hoping around. He often quick small snacks, such as fruit and nuts (from years of the crows making sure he ate something when he was younger), and doesn't really seem to be picky at all- but has a bad habit of of picking stuff off of other's plates. He also tends to watch his surroundings when others eat around him- mimicking the behavior of crows having a guard while the rest forage. He has a tendency to dive bomb people, both in fights and showing affection. He is quick to fix up little things, like pulling leaves and twigs out of someone's hair and straightening up clothes. It's not unusual to see him perching- on the highest seat, the counter, the back of the couch, on the widow sill, on the roof, in a tree, etc. He has a habit of making noises he doesn't realize he's making, only really when he feels safe, such as clicks and whistles- the squad has even figured out and memorized what some mean. Of course, they still haven't let him live down the fact the crows sometimes weave feathers into his hair.
We are so blessed that you shared these thoughts ❤️✨(and I am sooooooo pleased that you've thought of my fic like this!)
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Shisui... He probably DOES know the flower language already, if not as... Artistically and naturally as a Yamanaka, he's got a good memory and he's been around them all for so long, but I do feel like... Yamanaka Shisui would have some really beautiful freehand floral tattoos, the kind without black outlines and that look like traditional ink paintings? Urghhh my feels... Also yes Raidou is absolutely the one in the Squad who gets flowers haha
I absolutely love the idea of Kakashi being a big guy (Sakumo was a total brick shithouse, you can't tell me otherwise) but in that way where it's a broad frame and wiry muscle and not a lot between, he's got terrible posture and he's all knobbly knuckles and lightning scars and 🤌🤌🤌 he buys everything massively oversized so it's doubly too-big on the Squad... Perfect cuddle... And with Kakashi's sensory sensitivity... He just so happens to only steal his clothes back when the scents of his pack squad have thoroughly saturated them ✨
The squad absolutely take 'whats mine is yours' to the extreme. Locks are affectionate challenges, not serious. The only one who has any actual privacy is Raidou, regarding his old room at his parents' house because NOONE is risking socialising with civilians like that haha (Shisui's room at the Yamanaka house is similar, except Shisui is also totally in denial that it IS his room). Sometimes they will all have the same idea to collapse in the same bed only to find the others there already; it's tradition to collapse on top of the nearest body as heavily as possible. If you're filthy, even better.
Anon, you KNOW I'm a pathetic little melted puddle for Shisui mannerisms.... He preens the squad... HE PREENS THE SQUAD 😭❤️‍🔥on the flip-side, Shisui never lived it down when, mid-argument with Kakashi, he automatically puffed up and made Akira's 'punctured accordion' wheeze 🤣
Thanks for sharing this little brain-fluff-bunnies!!! They really made my week~
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mayybirds · 7 months
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Is ttvtl gonna interact/affect other RE events, characters, etc. or are you gonna keep it pretty isolated to 7 and 8?
While the primary focus on TtVtL will be rooted in the settings and lore of RE7 & 8, I do plan on quite a bit of nodding at and integrating set pieces, characters, and ideas introduced in earlier games. I dislike that most Resident Evil games (& the supporting shows/movies) kind of ignore each other unless convenient. Games 1-3 had plots that consecutively followed each other and referenced/supported one another's stories, but since then, we've been pretty off the rails since 7&8 were paired consecutively. I am a Fixer. I am Fixing this lol.
You can comfortably expect involvement in the story, to varying degrees, from several significant franchise characters who aren't in 7 & 8. Claire Redfield is already tagged as a character in the fic tags, as the plan from the beginning was for her to serve as a sort of narrative foil to Chris in relation to Ethan. Sherry will also natrually pop up as a result of Claire's involvement. You can also expect appearances from Jill and from Leon, though more in the background. Other characters may show up as opportunities allow (I'd like to make a nod to what Ashley does in this time period, for example, as canon has ignored her in future installments and that's boring--I'm thinking she's a senator or diplomatic attache who generally does Leon favors when he needs some political heavy-lifting done).
I've also kicked around more integration with the RE4 set pieces and Las Plagas. I feel like there's something really interesting that could be done in connecting the concepts of the Plaga and the Cadou--given the Cadou is essentially also a hijacking parasite that causes mutations, like the Plaga. Given canon has kindly chosen to connect the T-virus with the Mold through establishing Spencer and Miranda working together... Don't see why I can't poke at the Plaga potentially inspiring Miranda's Cadou experiments.
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anxietyfluffy · 6 months
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Wanted you ask for your headcannons for Frank, 💝💔👗🔪🥇🎭❤️‍🔥💄😭 ( I love that man so much! 😭💙)
BLUE HEART ANONNN i missed you dude!! and ofc!! we frank fans gotta stick together FYWGWEUF this will contain spoilers and the angst hc is a lil dark but that's how I do angst babey 💝: to me, Frank has always read as a physical touch and acts of service kinda guy. like, for example, he struggles a fair bit to tell Karen verbally just how much he loves her, but to show it he tends to touch and hold her a lot as well as help her out with things. the acts of service hc is even hinted at in canon cus Karen stated that he helps out fixing small electronic devices around the house. 💔: this is both a mix of my hc and au - and really what would probably happen in canon if this were to happen - but i don't think Frank can really live without Karen. like, in an au where Karen dies but Frank doesn't, i think Frank would probably off himself because the person he loves the most is dead. 👗: Frank has numerous Hawaiian shirts in his closet as well as the same coloured jeans. he doesn't care - or want to - wear anything else. ofc he will, and he has clothes other than Hawaiian shirts and jeans, but he loves his iconic Hawaiian shirt because its comfortable to him. 🔪: I think everyone agrees that Frank has anger issues, so i wont repeat the truth UYFEGWWFE but, with Frank's training in the military as well as the fact his job is pretty physical at times, he's trained in some forms of martial arts. though i can't see stuff like Karate, i see more Boxing, Jiu Jitsu, Judo etc etc. how to fight and take someone down if needed. I can also see him being really good at Jiu Jitsu and Judo UEWFYUFEW 🥇: I can see small and big things he's good at. like something small is I can picture him being amazing on the grill, but a bigger one is that I can see Frank being amazing at giving advice (though he sucks when it comes to taking it). as much as he's harsh, i feel like he's good at pushing people to do things that makes them happy, and I think he tries to get people to do things they love because for a while he struggled to understand just how important love really is. 🎭: Ooooh.. I don't think Frank would lie a lot honestly, but. He'd absolutely lie if it meant he was (or, at least he thinks he's) protecting his family. Though, you can always kinda tell when Frank is lying, because usually he's pretty blunt and honest. Sometimes too much. ❤️‍🔥: KarenFrank time teehee. Frank adores Karen, absolutely, and I can see Frank giving Karen this certain look anytime he sees her. I dunno how to describe the look other than just full of pure love. She could look absolutely messy, puffed out after trying to get the girls to stop playing in some mud or something, and Frank would still put his hand on her cheek and look at her as if she was the sun and he was the moon, basking in her light. 💄: I've given my physical hc for Frank a fair bit - the fact I see him as tanned, as well as having darker hair and more greying streaks - but recently I've used his skintone on his dead body (dark, I know) because the colour is around the same, but it looks more natural compared to the vibrant colours I tend to go for. Here is a screenshot of the way I colour-picked the skintone off of the bodies - I go for the midtone of said body instead of either the direct lighting or the deepest shadows.
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😭: Well. There is an obvious answer to this one. But, instead of going that route I'm gonna explore how he felt more. I imagine Laura's death was the heavy ass stick on the camel's back. Because it was mentioned Frank was a solider before he was a cop, I'd imagine he'd have some sort of trauma related to that - especially with the fact he was in his 20s for a bit of the 80s, where a lot of wars happened. That likely PTSD mixed in with the death of his daughter probably made what was seemingly a small liking to whisky into an addiction, which lead to his life crumbling more when Karen divorced him. Might I add, they didn't even divorce because they weren't in love, it was heavily implied Karen was still in love with Frank, and then Frank was clearly still in love with her too, esp cus all the other women he got interested in in-game were just younger, more evil versions of Karen UEFGUFWE. From what I saw of the photo of Frank, Karen and Daisy - esp because she looks around 10-13 in that image while dying at 14-15, I presumed they were together - or trying to be together - for a bit, and then divorced. And even if Karen had full custody of Daisy, that image as well as Once Upon a Crime make me believe that Frank did have contact with Daisy, it's just Daisy didn't want to speak to her dad. Which, presumably, lead to more depression, and more substance abuse. This cycle only ends when he's dead - when he's with Karen and the girls again, and can live as a family all together again. It's clear that if Frank's family didn't crumble and fall apart - because of the actions of a dumb ass driver - we would have a very different Frank in-game. those are my hcs!! sorry its long i love talking abt the knight family sm and if given the chance i will ramble abt them.
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james-carslut · 8 months
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Barbie Review ⚠️Spoilers Ahead⚠️
Greta did such an amazing job depicting what growing up and self-actualisation into womanhood feels to a girl as soon as Barbie enters the Real World. I just Felt So Much and I wanted to say my piece cause yes growing up- the tragedy to be congratulated for, how do we see it, what is it, how to represent it, the multi-facets of it, etc etc. But I mostly just wanted to talk about the part where Barbie just enters the Real World because-
1. The Male Gaze
sorry not sorry but the gaze is the first thing that Barbie feels is seriously off. Her literal reaction is 'i am conscious of myself because I am subjected to something that is violent' and as soon as i heard those words I knew I'm in for a cathartic montage of empathy towards my kid self cause now what i felt is in actual words and it's so nice to have a description from a child's vocabulary. I know what the gaze is and it's definition and all the terms but to have someone going through that same uncomfortable actualisation and trying to put it into words while my adult self just looks on at the screen, riveted and sad, yes.
2. The Conditioning
The normalisation of catcalling and general invasive genital questioning, public assault, punishment of self defense, realisation that systems of public protection are sources of further private attack (the cops further harassing Barbie), being broke whoops and being punished again (cough cough homelessness as a crime cough I see what you did there with the feminist agenda Greta cough), further sexualisation, all of it. A girls eyes opening to the Real World. For many of us, this was a moment when we tried to help an adult by saying "let's call the police" or "i can just ask the man to give it to me- money? I don't have money?" and then got Informed.
3. The Cynic Shakedown
Barbie talking to the schoolgirl was the moment when I took my painting to the teacher and she dismissed it saying the sky isn't pink. It was the moment when you turn to friends and they say "do you even care". It was the moment when you want to say 'I like that' and you don't (literally what happens in the movie). It's getting your heart broken by the cynic and it's the loss of innocence, it's a rite of passage and it's the beginning of how people curl into themselves in that moment and become the cynic so they don't feel it like that again. It's when you start being cruel to your mother and you start wanting to be right over being kind. It's inevitable. And it's also :(
4. The Negotiation
Finally some form of authority that can take accountability for this wrongness- wait this is off too- where are the women, what's your agenda- I'm sorry Mr. Man Dude what did you say you specialise in??- I'm so sorry that you feel I wronged you I swear that what not what I intended- no I genuinely didn't try to wrong you I'm sorry- okay I can fit in the box, i remember the box, it was okay- wow this box is very nostalgic haha except hold on, something's off and I really can't shake it off this time Mr. Man Dude- no wait please this box is claustrophobic- hold on a second you're all surrounding me and I just took a step back, i didn't step into the box willingly- wait wait why aren't you listening- can you please stop talking over me- wait please no I don't want to be in the box-
......... -hey hi haha let me just fix my hair please at least allow me to do that oh no I can't think of escaping because I can't think yes you're right I can't think at all except about my hair sometimes and I can't escape anyway because you see I know that I'm meant to be the damsel in distress and yes of course it's perfectly alright if you distress me just please allow me to step out for a second to fix my hair and: Mad Dash To Survival.
5. What is it for What am I for Why What does it all mean Why Why Just why
Despair as a level of puberty. And then being offered kindness, company, solace, empathy, comradry, being seen, being comforted. The oh, this is what it's all for, the in-betweens. These things don't just make it possible to rest before getting up to fight again, they are the reason why we fight. Why we get up everyday and outperform and then wonder if we're capable and do the same old same old Every. Single. Day. On repeat. And still feeling so alone but at least having carved out something resembling a purpose. A wish. A desire. Something to take a step for.
(and here, when Barbie meets Ruth for the first time do I understand the opening credits. The kitchen table to a woman that is the monolith the the ape. A space to rest, love, create, live, make, care and care and care.)
6. Communism
Comradry. "Get in Barbie!" And the Opening Up and The Bond and the i-know-what-you-meant looks and the hand-in-hand and the 'i'll do it for you even if I can't do it for me' and the 'you feel this too!!' and the reason why the death of friendships hurt in a place where lovers can never reach. Women. Solidarity. The helping hand. The divine Other but she is not the other, she is you, she is her, she is irrevocably human and faulted and yet she's here and she's lonely too, she's Barbie. She's me.
(ugh I'm tearing up and yeah I cried in the movie, the trees, the old lady, the mom's monologue, the final talk with Ruth, it all just got to me okay. The movie was exactly what I expected it to be and what I wanted it to be and it was perfect like Barbie)
I'm not complaining because everything I'm describing is just what growing up felt like. It felt like a hit after hit after hit of alienation from the world and from oneself and from security. And then there's the other side of tunnel, the perks of adulthood and having fun being a woman in a post-Barbie era. The falling in love with pink again, adult sleepovers, feeling like a Barbie when you rearrange the first house you rent, pretty stuff, strong stuff, kind stuff. And making boundaries with all the Ken's in a way that's fair to both you and the Ken and doing the work to be happy. Yeah. Thank you Greta.
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[ groom ] your muse adjusting mine’s appearance, such as straightening a tie, fixing their hair, or buttoning their shirt for them, etc . / kassy & nick / @thewholecrew
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" okay, man you're taking too long... i'll see you across the hall in a minute. " nick smirked, goading grant into finishing tying the friggin green tie instead of stalling because the idea of going to the girls' very public prom is a little out of both their comfort zones. nick had never attended one, and although grant didn't go into details, nick got the feeling neither had he. " you think this looks straight? " he asked grant, gesturing to his sleek black tie before glancing down at it again. when grant agreed it did in fact look straight, nick knocked the back of his hand against grant's arm before pulling open the apartment door. " all right, let's do this. "
it feels like forever that they stand outside octavia's door, listening to too many voices buzzing around. it's the only time nick has waited instead of immediately barging into the apartment but he thinks about it doing so until octavia finally opens the door. for a moment even nick's stunned, eyes taking her in. " huh, so you can clean up nicely. " he smirked, chest tightening instantly as her palm collided with the front of his suit. " say something nice, or you don't have to come in. " octavia stated with a scowl.
nick shook his head, " okay, okay, you look beautiful, tavi, gorgeous really. " nick stepped forward into the apartment, pressing a soft kiss to octavia's cheek before, " now where's the gold goddess?" he asked, reaching to ruffle octavia's hair before she quickly dodged under him to greet her date, " kass is just finishing liv's makeup," octavia called to him before smirking up at grant. " you look handsome with a touch of green, " she complimented, happiness filling her features.
nick strolled into the apartment, eyes widening at the destruction with makeup, mirrors, curling irons and clothes everywhere. " kaaaaaassy, " nick called as he neared octavia's room where alec had directed him. it's got better light he'd explained after nick complimented his outfit for prom. nick rested his shoulder against the door frame, mesmerized by the gold of kassy's prom dress and how heavenly it looked against her skin. he lifted his hand to rub just under his mouth, head shaking as, " wheeu, kassy, my my, " he said, finally entering the bedroom as liv got up from her spot, checking herself over in the mirror before exclaiming to kassy it was perfect. " you look it too, " nick smiled as liv thanked him and went off to finish getting ready with the rest of the group.
" damn, kass, you're stunning, now i know why you picked such a good look for me, can't have me draggin' down your beauty. " he said, wandering towards her with his hands stretched out. " so, how does it look? " he asked. obviously, it's fire, i picked it. nicklas couldn't stop his laugh even after she got a questioning look in her eye and he stalled. " what? what's wrong? " he questioned, glancing down at himself as she neared him, closing their distance and making it just a touch harder to breathe with the way that dress clung to her. it's not straight, she commented, adjusting his tie despite the fact nicklas has adjusted it about a hundred times. her hands smoothed over the tie down his torso ensuring there were no imperfections before he felt a soft pat against his chest. " blame grant, i told him it wasn't. "
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23 and 27 for vanquish 4 the tav asks?
23: What do they do after the absolute crisis?
Alright. Well. This is a long one, enjoy.
Neither of the canon endings really make me happy and work for Vanquish, so I'm rewriting in that tldr; Emps and Orpheus both survive and work together after Vanquish hauling Voss in to help her talk these two into working together to defeat the brain. Then Vanquish pretty much having to body block Orpheus afterwards to stop him ripping The Emperor apart, Voss and Lae'zel one arm each.
Quietly, she says a long, meaningful goodbye to The Emperor and Karlach, who became a mindflayer, and they go off together and start living their lives as they wish, flitting between the Underdark and a home beneath BG.
After a few tense nights hovering by Voss and Lae'zel's sides with the githyanki as they recover and prepare to leave for one of Voss' hidden outposts, Vanquish is sort of, panicking really. Suddenly she'd built up a small group of close, trusted friends and those she could maybe even call more, and now just, everyone's leaving. Everyone has their own lives to fix, to recover.
And she'll once again be alone.
For while at the githyanki camp, she feels like she fits in, at least with Voss and Lae'zel, and she'd burn the world for them. And after what they'd did for them, she knows those loyal to Orpheus and Voss may as well at least listen to her. Respect her. One day see a friend, too.
Voss commands a LOT of respect over the githyanki that follow him, so them seeing him start to see an istik as an equal, they follow.
Orpheus however, Vanquish and he kinda clash. He silently knows he owes so much to her for what she did for him, their people, but being freed after millenias in chains and silence kinda kicks the hornets nest of emotions for a bit. He'll get there. (Also the fact his bondmate is smitten with an istik?)
When they leave, Voss and Lae'zel promise they'll be back for her when they're ready, if she still wants to join their rebellion, and become an honorary warrior. Voss hands her one half of a very old sending stone pair, carved in tir'su that isn't even used anymore, letting her know that either he or Lae'zel will use the other half.
And they kept to their word. Voss returns to her one day on Qudenos to pick her up, and take her to her new home, if that's what she still wants.
(all the while she'd been setting up home in a small, solitary house far outside Baldur's Gate, sometimes checking in with The Emperor and Karlach, sometimes Gale or Astarion. Vanquish used to do a lot of tarot readings, tea leaves, divination stuff etc before all this went down, so she kinda picks that up for a while before Voss comes swooping in)
So, Vanquish in the end joins the githyanki rebellion because of her love for Voss, Lae'zel. And eventually she grows to love Orpheus too, and actually they become weirdly close in that 'you're someone I can sit in a room with for 8 hours and do absolutely nothing with but feel so comfortable and make you a cup of tea without asking and the only word you'll say is thanks and that's fine'.
Also. She steals all of Orpheus' clothes. Until Voss gets her some custom githyanki leather/cloth/fur armour made, as she can't wear anything too heavy because of her burn scars.
He also might gift her a custom githyanki circlet <3
Orpheus refuses to let her have her own dragon though. It's something weird he can't get pat. An istik on a dragon, but also how the knowledge of the dragons were obtained never really leaves him. He's always had a complicated relationship with them. Even after Voss and Qudenos insisted he have his own, Qudenos picking one of his close mates for Orpheus when he and Voss were very young. She always rides with either Lae'zel or Voss. Qudenos takes her out for cheeky solo rides, now and then.
tldr; she joins the githyanki rebellion and a polycule of her, Voss and Orpheus.
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27: What was their life like before the events of BG3?
Lonely, mostly.
Scared, a little.
She'd run away from which was, in essence, a cult. She was the leader's little pet project and special princess. And he'd been playing the long, long game. (Vanquish is a lot older than she appears, mostly because of patron powers and her cult daddy called Nezarr who was like a chosen/avatar of Y'chak).
After running away, her mind kind of...fractured a little. Memories lost - most specifially of Nezarr and who and what he really was and did. He'd made sure to plant that failsafe into her that everytime she successfully fleed from her bonds, she'd forget, but not all. What would linger was that the next time she sees Nezarr, a twinge of comfort stirs in her that she knows him, that he can protect her, she'll be safe with him.
And it starts all over again. For this wasn't the first time she'd gotten free.
But it is the last.
So, freedom. She's trying to make a new life once again (unbeknown to her), scared and lost and well, angry too. So fucking angry.
But...she's also excited. There's a whole world infront of her again. And she's going to make it hers, again. Rage, joy, laughter, love, fear, pain, hate - all of it, and it's hers now. Hers.
Everytime she escapes it gets harder for the failsafe to work properly, and then when she gets tadpoled, it really fucks with the magic he used on her and memories come flooding back in pieces, feelings lost, and so much anger. She remembers her anger now, and what kind of person she used to be, and well, is.
She's my morally grey baby and I love her so much.
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