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manifesto-of-a-femcel · 1 year ago

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Beautiful Movies All Girls Should Watch

A list of movies that touch on coming of age, romance and complex female emotions.

May (2002): A socially awkward veterinary assistant with a lazy eye and obsession with perfection descends into depravity after developing a crush on a boy with perfect hands.

Audition (1999): A widower takes an offer to screen girls at a special audition, arranged for him by a friend to find him a new wife. The one he fancies is not who she appears to be after all.

Helter Skelter (2012): Top star Lilico undergoes multiple cosmetic surgeries to her entire body. As her surgeries show side effect, Lilico makes the lives of those around her miserable as she tries to deal with her career and her personal problems.

Ginger Snaps (2000): Two death-obsessed sisters, outcasts in their suburban neighborhood, must deal with the tragic consequences when one of them is bitten by a deadly werewolf.

The Craft (1996): A newcomer to a Catholic prep high school falls in with a trio of outcast teenage girls who practice witchcraft, and they all soon conjure up various spells and curses against those who anger them.

Malèna (2000): Amidst the war climate, a teenage boy discovering himself becomes love-stricken by Malèna, a sensual woman living in a small, narrow-minded Italian town.

Perfect Blue (1997): A retired pop singer turned actress’ sense of reality is shaken when she is stalked by an obsessed fan and seemingly a ghost of her past.

Rosemary’s Baby (1968): A young couple trying for a baby moves into an aging, ornate apartment building on Central Park West, where they find themselves surrounded by peculiar neighbors.

The Virgin Suicides (1999): A group of male friends become obsessed with five mysterious sisters who are sheltered by their strict, religious parents in suburban Detroit in the mid 1970s.

Sucker Punch (2011): A young girl institutionalized by her abusive stepfather retreats to an alternative reality as a coping strategy and envisions a plan to help her escape.

Piggy (2022): An overweight teen is bullied by a clique of cool girls poolside while holidaying in her village. The long walk home will change the rest of her life.

The Love Witch (2016): A modern-day witch uses spells and magic to get men to fall in love with her, with deadly consequences.

Pearl (2022): In 1918, a young woman on the brink of madness pursues stardom in a desperate attempt to escape the drudgery, isolation and lovelessness of life on her parents' farm.

Girl, Interrupted (1999): Based on writer Susanna Kaysen's account of her 18-month stay at a mental hospital in the late 1960s.

Black Swan (2010): Nina is a talented but unstable ballerina on the verge of stardom. Pushed to the breaking point by her artistic director and a seductive rival, Nina's grip on reality slips, plunging her into a waking nightmare.

Gone Girl (2014): With his wife's disappearance having become the focus of an intense media circus, a man sees the spotlight turned on him when it's suspected that he may not be innocent.

Jennifer’s Body (2009): A newly-possessed high-school cheerleader turns into a succubus who specializes in killing her male classmates. Can her best friend put an end to the horror?

Bones And All (2022): Coming of age romance about two cannibals

In the Mood for Love (2000): Two neighbors form a strong bond after both suspect extramarital activities of their spouses. However, they agree to keep their bond platonic so as not to commit similar wrongs.

Brokeback Mountain (2005): Ennis and Jack are two shepherds who develop a sexual and emotional relationship. Their relationship becomes complicated when both of them get married to their respective girlfriends.

Call Me By Your Name (2017): In 1980s Italy, romance blossoms between a seventeen-year-old student and the older man hired as his father's research assistant.

Maurice (1986): Two English school chums find themselves falling in love at Cambridge. To regain his place in society, Clive gives up Maurice and marries. While staying with Clive and his wife, Maurice discovers romance in the arms of the gamekeeper Alec.

Y Tu Mamá También (2001): In Mexico, two teenage boys and an attractive older woman embark on a road trip and learn a thing or two about life, friendship, sex, and each other.

Caroline (2009): An adventurous 11-year-old girl finds another world that is a strangely idealized version of her frustrating home, but it has sinister secrets.

Corpse Bride (2005): When a shy groom practices his wedding vows in the inadvertent presence of a deceased young woman, she rises from the grave assuming he has married her.

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your ghoul fics have me in a fuckin chokehold 😭😩 there's nothing i love more in life than a scary sexy man w questionable morals

not to be horny in anon but like... imagine the reader, after having been traveling together for a while, being an insufferable brat for a couple days, just tap dancing on coop's last nerve- but he's not gonna get rid of you, he's seen you in action, despite his lone-ranger status, you're too useful. too skilled. too good at surviving in the wasteland as a vaultie for this not to have been destined. at least that's what he tells himself to avoid facing the fact that, well, poor bastard caught feelings. basically this is a long winded way of me saying boot riding as punishment, cause the man deserves a free polish 😶

Grunt Work

Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Female Vault Dweller Reader

Word Count: 3,920

Warnings: smut (18+), BDSM-style dynamics, boot riding, masturbation (male), begging, mild hair pulling, mild cum play, Cooper is a softie (but a pissed off softie).

Notes: Anon, I wish you would've been here to see me read this request for the first time. I think a small part of my brain exploded. How did this become 4,000 words? It may have turned out softer than you envisioned (not the first time I've given that preface/apology and it certainly won't be the last; The Ghoul is soft deep inside and you cannot tell me otherwise!), and if so, I hope you still enjoy. Thank you for reading!

Every day with this girl was an exercise in self-restraint.

Granted, the type of self-restraint varied greatly from day to day, hour to hour. From the moment he had agreed to do business with the vaultie, she'd been testing his patience, his boundaries, his sense of what was normal.

Generally, he quite liked it. It was actually endlessly refreshing, he found, to spend time with someone who treated him like he was human, who he felt comfortable enough to actually relax a bit around. Someone who still had some sunshine left in them. Slowly, agonizingly so, they'd developed a bit of a rapport, then a genuine trust, which had eventually (and somewhat recently, given the scope of all the months they'd been traveling together) bloomed into more. What you'd call that "more", he wasn't really certain.

It had been the first time he'd allowed himself any sort of dalliance in that area since he'd divorced Barb all those years ago, and it had been both amazing and heartbreaking. Establishing that new attachment with his little vaultie had been the first time in lifetimes that he truly felt connected to his humanity, the way she'd kissed him and clung to him and sighed his name just like one would with any normal man.

He really had forgotten how wonderful it could be to be with someone, to let them get as close as they possibly could, even though he looked the way he did, acted the way he did, and refused to take off anything besides his duster, his gloves, and his hat.

He knew, deep down somewhere, that she wouldn't reject him simply for what his body looked like. Not at this point. Unfortunately, her feelings about his body didn't really change his feelings about his body. Still, getting to feel her and hold her close had been even better than he'd imagined.

But that new moment of connection, that next and first step, also meant he was fully closing the door on his time with Barb; he'd always been faithful to her, even after they'd split, since he'd really had no interest in dating again in the time after the paperwork was finalized. Then the world had ended and wasn't even a thought in his mind for ages. It had taken him months to even see the advances the girl had been making towards him, months more to reciprocate them.

As asinine as it would seem, becoming this close, actually giving himself to someone else physically and emotionally, made his two-centuries old divorce finally feel real. His ex-wife could still well be out there somewhere, as far as he knew, but they'd never be together again, even if by some wild chance they were reunited. Those special feelings he'd once held so deeply for her were no more.

When his companion had finally fallen asleep that night, tucked naked and warm against his side and wrapped in the tail of his duster, he had shed a few tears, something he genuinely didn't believe he was still capable of.

She didn't seem to be sleeping as deeply as she typically did that night, but if she'd overheard his incredibly vulnerable moment, she never let on or brought it up, and he was endlessly grateful for it.

Maybe he was just growing soft with old age.

She was also quite the burgeoning Wastelander, a shockingly good scavenger with a sharp eye for value and utility, small enough to fit in places that he couldn't, her little hands quick at hacking terminals and picking locks. But, despite her small size, she was quite strong, able to handle herself far better in most fights than he'd ever expected a vault-dweller to be capable of. He didn't necessarily need to watch over her every single second, but the urge persisted, nevertheless. Seeing her safe, seeing her happy, those things gave him a strange sense of inner peace that he hadn't felt in ages. It had become second nature to hover around her.

Besides, as of late, keeping an eye on her every second seemed to be his best bet to stay alive. He was genuinely unsure if his girl (Was that what she was?) had been dealing with an especially bad streak of luck over the last week, or what, but she was rapidly grating on his nerves much more usual.

First, she had managed to nose her way into a yao guai den and set the thing off chasing her, resulting in him taking a pretty nasty swipe to the side before they could put it down, several foot-long tears in his already worse-for-wear coat. However, she'd apologized profusely, spent a few hours that night mending and patching up his coat. He found it impossible to stay mad at her through either.

Then, she'd done the exact same thing a few days later, but with a pack of nightstalkers. He'd nearly lost a finger helping her fight them off, the shitty little things infinitely more tough than one might expect. After that, she was officially no longer in charge of picking where they slept, an arrangement he hadn't been fully aware he'd entered into until he'd had to put his foot down about it. Whatever, she'd pouted a bit and insisted it wasn't her fault. He didn't love how little she spoke to him when she was pouting, and her resolve for keeping at such things was irritatingly strong, but what bothered him more was how well it worked.

Eventually, he'd apologized for snapping at her. That night, she chose where they slept. He tried to not think too long on why he'd let her.

He didn't fully understand why he found himself acting this way around her, and only her. All he knew for sure was that he'd be devastated to lose her, as chagrined as the admission made him, and so he did his best to make things pleasant to keep her around.

What she'd pulled today, however, had managed to officially piss him off.

After a long week of iffy sleep and more scrapes with wildlife and fiends than usual, they had both been a tad testy by the time they'd reached the shabby little trading outpost at the edge of the Wastes, one of the last places you could reliably stop for clean water and supplies in this section of the desert going the way they'd come from. It was also a reliable place for him to obtain vials, and had come in handy to a life-saving degree more than once.

The girl had gotten slick-mouthed with the proprietor over the price of some fancy machine parts she'd scrounged up, insisting that they were worth far more than he was offering her. Granted, she was right; the man was attempting to swindle her, to some degree, but frankly, the damn things were cumbersome and heavy and he wouldn't even call the price she could theoretically get for them worth hauling them around in the heat. If it were him, he wouldn't have dragged them all this way, and would certainly ditch them now.

For reasons he couldn't fathom, though, her solution to the man offhandedly threatening to just keep the damn things had been to pull her pistol on him, which, of course, had set off an entire chain of unnecessary events. The owner's gun had come out, as well, then Cooper's, despite him actually trying to talk the situation down for once.

The man wouldn't relent, however, and he had been forced to shoot his hand off to end the conflict without her blood being spilled. Well, maybe not completely forced, but it certainly felt that way at the time. That particular trading outpost had been incredibly useful to him for well over a decade, and now he wouldn't be able to return.

If it had been anyone else, he probably would have shot them.

Not probably. He would have shot them.

But instead, here he was, tucked into a creaky old UV-eaten lawn chair, smoking and trying to disguise how unsettlingly happy he was to finally have some safe alone time with her beneath his annoyance at being inconvenienced. If there was one thing he hated, it was being inconvenienced. But, if there was one thing he greatly enjoyed, it was her company, so he was at a bit of an impasse.

It was moments like this where he wondered if he'd finally poisoned his brain with too much Jet or any other number of substances, the haze that consumed him every moment around her thick. Even now, when he was angrier with her than he'd ever been at any point in their travels, he couldn't focus on his legitimate grievance because he wanted her so badly. It was the single most irksome thing he'd ever experienced.

She was quickly sniffing out this weakness of his, perceptive little minx that she was. Increasingly, she was quick to soothe his bad moods with little touches and kisses, and it made him melt embarrassingly every single time. He'd been livid and silent as they'd trudged away from the building, both of them covered in rapidly-cooling blood spatter, when she'd brushed her hand along his back softly; a sort of apology, he supposed. Since then, his main source of anger had been himself and his lack of resolve when it came to this particular woman.

The old cowboy was determined to teach her a lesson today, though.

He'd spent the better part of an hour checking their perimeter once they'd come across this place, and the little sniper's nest where they were holed up had a great view of the area. It certainly wasn't much, little more than a rusty metal panel jammed between some rocks, a mattress, a chair, and a radio. But for the first time in a few weeks, things were safe, quiet, and calm. They had plenty of rations between the two of them, and water wasn't as much of a concern as it had been on their way in. She was so comfortable that she'd actually shed her boots and socks, her dainty little feet curled up underneath her as she nibbled away at something under the ramshackle "roof".

Now was the time. He just had to wait for the opportunity.

"You've been quiet since we left the traders." she said after a while of companionable, though mildly terse, silence. It wasn't a question, but at the same time very much was, and the casual, roundabout way she was addressing what was her own actions made him scowl slightly.

"You've been a pain in my ass these last few days, sugar." he said flatly, glaring at her as best as he could from under the brim of his hat. "Should be happy I've just been quiet now."

She actually rolled her eyes slightly, but clearly didn't think he'd seen it, keeping silent as she continued to eat. Increasingly bold for someone within grabbing distance. Cooper let a few seconds pass, studying her.

"Y'know, when I was in the marines, if you were a little shitheel, they'd make you do grunt work." he said eventually, voice matter-of-fact.

She pursed her lips at that, finishing up the can of beans she'd been steadily tucking into.

"I don't think I know what that is." she replied almost absentmindedly.

"It's the shit work no one ever wanted to do, so being assigned to it was intended as a punishment. Scrubbin' floors, toilets. Peelin' potatoes. Polishin' boots."

She chuckled at his anecdote as if it were meant to be entertaining, but the way he let her laugh hang in the silence, staring her down as she sat there curled up beside him, said otherwise. After a moment, she sort of narrowed her eyes at him, her tone low, almost conspiratory, when she asked:

"What're you playing at, cowboy?"

"I'm sayin' you're in trouble, cowgirl." he replied, reaching out to hold her chin solidly in his grip and watching her pout. "I'm sayin' that I think a little grunt work would do you and that attitude of yours some good, and I'm sayin' that I think you should polish my boots."

"Polish your boots?" she repeated, wrapping her tongue around each of the words like they were foreign to her.

"Pretty sure there ain't a functioning toilet within a hundred miles of where we're sitting, and I ain't got any potatoes. So…"

"You can't be serious." she said, her eyes full of curious suspicion as she looked him up and down.

Releasing her chin, the old ghoul set to removing his gloves, tugging his second hand free and using his naked pointer finger to draw a little 'x' over his heart.

"Serious as the grave, darlin'."

There were a few pregnant seconds of them staring one another down, waiting for the other to bend, to flinch. She even lifted her chin towards him, just enough for him to pick up on, an unspoken challenge. God, she was so like him.

"Now…be good and take your clothes off." he smirked, brows raising when she made to argue in response. Her lips worked their way between her teeth as she hesitated before slowly dropping all her armor from her arms and torso, then drawing the dirty shirt underneath over her head.

"Is that better, Coop?" she asked, letting her hair down out of the knot she'd tied it up into on top of her head, the strands framing her face as she worked him over again with those eyes of hers. Pulling herself up into a standing position, he did his best to ignore the way her bare breasts moved and dipped with gravity.

"Mmm. I think it would be more fittin' if you called me 'sir', frankly."

"You cannot be serious!" she insisted again, indignant as she slid the zipper on her trousers down, her tone making him chuckle despite himself. She just didn't know when to quit, and it was fucking adorable.

"Am I ever unserious?" he asked, ignoring the look she shot him back in favor of watching her slowly work the worn pants down over the curve of her ass, dropping them into a pile around her feet and leaving her standing there as naked as the day she was born. He felt his already-stiffening cock twitch slightly, resisting the urge to rub himself through the faded pinstripes of his pants. This was supposed to be a punishment for her, and doing that would give her too much opportunity to distract him.

"Aww, c'mon, boss." she sighed, pressing at a hidden button of his, cocking her head and sending that silky curtain around her face glinting in the light.

"I mean it, missy. You fucked up pretty bad today, and you need to be punished for it. And what did I just say?" he responded, fighting hard to keep his voice even and body still.

"Well…what else would you have in mind as a punishment, sir?" she purred as she stepped back towards him, batting those long, dark lashes his way. He managed to keep his eyes on hers and off of her body, a task that felt herculean as the ache in his gut grew more intense. For a split second, he wanted to give in to her, to pin her to the ground and fuck the attitude out of her like he'd wanted to for days. But there would be plenty of time for that later.

"I promise you that if you knew your other options, darlin', you'd choose this." he replied, finishing his smoke and tossing the butt away. Digging his inhaler out for a quick puff, he finally removed his hat and set it aside, reclining just enough to allow his feet to stick out a few inches in front of him.

She huffed at her little ploy failing to work, crossing her arms and cocking her hip slightly. Cooper's teeth dug into the inside of his cheek to keep back a grin.

"Well, are you gonna take them off?" she demanded.

He couldn't hold back his smirk at that, his head cocking as he continued to stare her down.

"Just how long are you gonna keep playin' dumb? You know it's gonna get cold when it gets dark."

Studying her face, he could see the faint lines of confusion there, and wondered if maybe she really didn't know what he meant.

"There's a reason I wanted you naked, honey, and it ain't just the view."

Though it certainly didn't hurt.

It took a few long, long seconds of her looking him up and down, wondering, but eventually the glow of realization lit up her face, followed by more brow furrowed confusion.

"How would that even work?" she asked, though her tone was more curious than argumentative.

"I suppose you'll figure it out, huh? Askin' an awful lot of questions for someone who's about to be freezin' their twat off in about half an hour." he said, watching with apparent glee as she fidgeted in place, pulling another cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it.

Still attempting to make a stand, she didn't move, chewing away at that bottom lip as she hesitated there. He could smell that she was already turned on.

"Go on. Get to work." he ordered softly, exhaling smoke through his nose, staring into her eyes.

After a heartbeat, she seemed to accept her fate and slowly lowered herself down onto her knees in front of him. That, too, made his cock jump. Her cheeks had a visible rosy hue as she clearly struggled to arch herself at the right angle to make proper contact; after a few long seconds of her huffy sighs, he took mercy on her and tilted the toe of his boot more skyward, allowing her to begin to rub herself back and forth across the dusty leather in earnest.

He watched as her face slowly morphed from mildly confused concentration to blossoming arousal, the tint in her cheeks growing until it consumed her entire face.

"How does it feel?" he asked quietly, taking another long drag off of his smoke.

"It feels good." she huffed, a light sheen of sweat glinting on her soft skin.

He reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair at that, squeezing just enough to make her gasp, her eyes flying open to gaze up at him, wide and wet.

"Feels good what?" he demanded. "Given you an awful lot of chances on that, kid. Y'know, insubordination usually calls for more severe punishment."

"It feels good, sir." she replied, her hips stuttering slightly as she struggled to move them with her head fixed in place, her eyes falling shut again. He found it a little surprising that the mild pain hadn't stopped her or made her complain more. If anything, she'd seemed to like it. He took note of that for later.

"Tsk. Well, it's supposed to be a punishment, but I guess I can't help it if a little freak like you gets off on polishin' my boots. Guess I did know a guy in the service who really liked bein' made to scrub the floor, but, between you and me, I think he might've had a little thing for bein' pushed around and told what to do." Cooper's voice fell to a secretive murmur as he spoke to her, watching her eyes dart away as he teased her.

However, as he watched her slide herself back and forth across his foot, he found it more and more difficult to resist the urge to touch himself. When her eyes didn't open for several minutes, focused entirely on the sensation, it would seem, he took the opportunity to palm his cock, his hips eventually beginning to rock against his hand. That movement caught her attention, her gaze burning into him as she watched; this was a button of hers for whatever reason. Feeling emboldened and somewhat sure that she was too distracted to cause trouble, he quickly undid his belt and fly and tugged his erection free, a shiver running down his spine as he gave himself a few experimental pumps in the cooling air.

Unfortunately, he'd underestimated how coherent she still was, her head remaining low, but her right hand creeping up his leg towards his hand. He jerked his chin towards her, sending her jumping back a bit. However, she didn't look fearful, more chastened.

"Don't. You. Fuckin'. Dare." he growled, his hand not stilling for a moment. "If you touch me, I'm gonna put you over my knee and spank your little ass until you can't sit right for a week."

His threats only seemed to make her hotter, a throaty moan leaving her as she began to hump his boot with increased speed, all attempts at preserving any semblance of her dignity abandoned in the pursuit of her orgasm. The grip he was maintaining on himself tightened, and a growl ripped out of his chest in response as he fought to keep his eyes open and on her. If he could still sweat, he'd be pouring it just like her.

Cooper's leg jerked involuntarily as a particularly strong wave of pleasure shot up his spine, digging the toe of his boot harder into her weeping little slit, and she keened in response, her body beginning to twitch all over like it did when she was nearing her end.

"You close, honey? You wanna cum?" he asked feverishly, rapidly sprinting towards his own finish line.

She nodded rapidly, her breasts heaving with her strained breath as her nails dug into his thigh.

"Please, please, please..." she breathed over and over.

"Look at you, just cleaned the thing and you're about to make a mess all over it because you're such a needy little slut." he chastised, breaking down into a harsh whisper as he seized her by her hair once more, his cig hanging loosely from his lips. "Go on, baby. Cum all over my boot."

The labored whine she let out as she lost herself all over him, and the blissful way her face contorted as she cried out, was more than enough to finish him off, his release spurting all over his hand and stomach. They both growled and groaned their way through their shared release, her collapsing against the inside of his leg as she panted heavily. Working to control his own breathing, he let his head fall completely back with a blunted "thud" against the frame of the chair, releasing his grip on her head.

After a few quiet moments, they both rather sheepishly peeked at one another. He held his spend-covered hand up in front of her face, the mess catching the fading light as he reached out towards her.

"You're gonna have to clean that up, too." he said softly, rubbing some of the slickness across her lips, barely holding back a groan when the little pink tip of her tongue darted out to lap at his fingers as they passed by.

"Mmm. Yes, sir." she responded, gently laying her temple against the side of his knee, those big, round eyes slowly slipping shut. Cooper reached out and laid his palm against her head, petting her now-rumpled hair with more affection than he'd like to admit, admiring her in the golden-red hue of the evening sun.

"Don't get too comfy there, sweetheart." he said after a few quiet moments, his cock beginning to stir again. "Don't forget, I've got another boot."

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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year ago

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Can I request some sort of smut with Prince Regent!Aemond? I can't get him out of my head!!!! I see him being so mean and intimidating on the Iron Throne, like he wouldn't wear the eye patch bc he knows he looks "scary" to everyone in the court without it...except his little wife doesn't find him scary. His sweet wife is willing to fulfill his every need, no matter what that is, and is a good girl for him when he fucks her roughly, and it ends up melting his cold heart. Just a thought 😮‍💨

please the heinous bitch I'll become when Aemond takes this role on, lord forgive me. this is brilliant, thanks for sending in the ask boo xx

hope you love it!

Dearest, Ruthless Husband

PAIRING: Prince Regent!Aemond Targaryen x fem!Wife!Reader

WORDS: 2,432.

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of cruel!Aemond, degradation kink, p in v sexual intercourse (consensual), oral male receiving, mentions of breeding kink.

A/N - writing this got me so hyped for Prince Regent Aemond!!! I hope you all enjoy, the smut is a little different to what I normally write or go about it, but sue me. Intrusive thoughts won!!!!

The Dance of the Dragons as most maesters and commoners of King's Landing had dubbed the unfolding family feud within House Targaryen, was beginning to simmer and churn. Brutal words exchanged, promises unkept and broken, and battles ruthlessly fought, both sides began to earn their gains, and yet also face immense losses. The most recent, left the Usurper King Aegon, burnt and beyond repair. The King had succumbed to his bed chambers, in the endless care of maesters, tending to his wounds as he remained unconscious from milk of the poppy. Although the realm staggered on, it needed to be assigned someone to represent the sovereign himself, and no other candidate stood out, other than your royal husband, Prince Regent, Aemond Targaryen.

Before the war had torn through the Seven Kingdoms, you had been betrothed to the young Prince. Paramount in securing an alliance on behalf of the Crown, you had grown doubtful that the marriage would remain fruitful, weary that Aemond merely saw you more as an obligation than an actual human being. Much to your surprise and in favour of the Gods, the Targaryen prince, took a key interest in you, as you gradually began to spend more and more time immersed in each other's sole company. Till proof had been cemented when he meekly admitted his love for you.

"It will be undying, this union, bound to me forever, my love. You will never no of hate nor harm, that I can promise you, my wife to be."

And although, Aemond had always been more of a withdrawn, private man since your first acquaintance, the longer this war prolonged, the more it seemed to have hardened his exterior. The man you'd once soulfully cherished and dreamt of now absent, replaced by a strange clone, the warmth buried inside seemed to have gone out like a candle in the wind.

He did no harm towards you, although, you scarcely saw him. Occasionally, he'd accompany you to dinner, only to be torn away from you, more prominent, urgent matters to attend that broke in the dead hour of the night. The bed had grown lonesome, and you struggled to sleep without his comforting presence and familiar body warmth. Regardless, your safety was still a priority, he made certain that you were around, in his vicinity.

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Nowadays, you often found your husband seated firmly atop the Iron Throne, speaking and acting on behalf of his elder brother, the King. Many a times, he'd often privately disclosed of how he'd envisioned himself instead, given the miraculous chance, he sternly believed he'd be the better choice, "I'm far more suited than the likes of him." And yet, now that his treasonous wish had been granted, the circumstances unfortunate, he did not feel as willing for it. Eager to uphold duty nonetheless, you knew, however, that Aemond loved his family immensely, this including Aegon. They grew together, trained together and fought together. Yet he only now, fully understood the burden in which the crown wielded.

Today was no less different.

Entering the throne room, crowded by those who'd sworn allegiance unto King Aegon the Second, and those in chains, forced upon their knees, for those who had instead sworn fealty to Rhaenyra only to be captured. Aemond coldly observed them from above, the ferocity of the throne, its sharp, steel blades exemplified by his exposed sapphire eye. Since your beloved husband was publicly anointed as Prince Regent, he had taken to the habit of unveiling his lost eye, no longer bearing the notorious eye patch that modestly covered his ailment. He never hid it out of shame, though rather sympathetically as means to not frighten the maidens of the court. Yet the spoils of war had unleashed a crueler side to Aemond, one that you did not sense of its existence, though neither grew fearful of.

"Sided with the false Queen, my elder sister, Rhaenyra Targaryen, you have committed the highest form of treason against the Crown... Cowards and traitors, you shall all face the wroth of the Dragons through me... I do not see it fit to send you all to the Wall, no that would be mercy...Death to the whole lot of you."

His words sent a cold chill through your body, shuddering against his low, unwavering tone. Aemond had always spoken with a steadiness, and that remained unchanged. You could not deny that seeing such a formidable side of Aemond, unlike before, was invigorating. In the haste moments that you were caught in your own bewildered thoughts, with a sway of his hand swatting for the guards to remove said traitors, the out-roar of prisoners begging and pleading before their Prince Regent and the rattling of their heavy chains as they'd been forcefully led away was a chilling memory. After the final few had left to the dungeons below, you'd caught sight of Aemond staring right at you. Mindlessly, a faint smile fell upon your gentle face, and in a few seconds to come, Aemond demanded that all vacate the room, except for you. As the others departed, you walked in the opposing way, strolling closer and closer to where your husband remained comfortably seated, coming to a halt before the stony steps.

Upon hearing the final closing of the main, oak doors, an eerie silence fell upon the void of the room. Aemond's eye turned from the shut doors back down unto your feeble state below, the height and distance made you look smaller, more miniscule.

"You dare to taunt me with that smile, woman? Your presence during court already weakens me so."

"I merely wish to see my husband in all his glory, for it feels like a lifetime that I have not been blessed in his company. If needs be that I must seek you out myself, then so be it."

"Hmm."

Just as you'd taken the first step up, Aemond commanded for you to stop. Caught mid-way, you were startled by his objection as he often never resisted you.

"You think you can go unpunished just like that, do as you please and walk yourself right up here. Simply because you're my little whore?"

You were mildly perplexed by his minor outburst, although with the sly grin strewed across his face and the low deep chuckle he provoked from his own amusement, you knew he was simply taunting you. And yet, being Prince Regent, you had no choice but to obey.

"On all fours woman, I want to see you crawl to me, like the bitch that you are."

Hesitant at first, the burning glare from your husband's end though convinced you otherwise. Now on all fours, you slowly began to mechanic your way up to him, feeling Aemond's grin seething into the tender skin of your back, straight through your gown. Did this amuse him, seeing you grabble for him on the grimy, ancient floor, practically yielding to his every word.

Now at his feet, you remained on your knees, sore palms resting on your thighs, you looked up at him eagerly, a soft smile upon your face. If he thought he could taunt or debase you, he should reconsider.

"Satisfied yet, my dearest?" You meekly interject, your smile growing brighter.

"Not yet. Have you any bright ideas, wife, or must I command you like a hound?"

Although his voice stern, the sly grin remained faintly embedded across his face, and eyebrow perked, eager for your response. Yet your remained endearing, a lustful look across your face, as your hands began to gently make there way up his lean thighs.

"You have worked so tirelessly for the realm, and yet your wife remains lonesome, in her own company. From time to time, my husband is too busy fulfilling the duties of the realm, he seems to have forgotten his duty to his wife. Leaving me to touch myself so desperately... I suppose, I must remind him."

Now your hands reached the buttons of his trousers, Aemond bucks his hips forward, as you undo them, pulling them and his under garments just low enough, that his bare cock strings out. Already glistening at its tip, the sight always left you dumbfounded. His length was greater than average, and veiny, you could sense its palpating throbs against the soft palms of your hands, as you began to stroke its firm state.

"Already hard for me, my Prince. Have you missed me so?"

His pre-cum already spilling from the pinkish tip, you'd noticed the more fasten your pace grew, the firmer his grip tightened on the metal arm rests of the throne. His once-steady breathing now heavier.

"Fuck Y/N. Don't keep me waiting."

A sweet giggle escaped your lips, as his eye and the sapphire gem remained fixated on your kneeling frame below his knees. Soon enough, still massaging his hardening cock, you ease yourself between his thighs, spreading his legs out wider for you to adjust yourself. His wish, his command, you brought your mouth to his cock, in the same, sensual pace, sucking at his cock, feeling the throbs and familiar taste in your mouth.

"Seven fucking Hells," He breathlessly huffed, his chest now heaving against your slow, engulfing motions.

It was undeniable that the tip of his cock was stiffly hitting the back of your throat, regardless of how often this act was done in the privacy of your shared chambers, his length was one you could never quite adjust to, often gagging at it, although now you'd grown familiar to manoeuvre and angle it accordingly.

"That tight, pretty mouth of yours, oh, how I've missed it."

It had been a while since Aemond and yourself had shared these intimate moments only lawful between a man and his woman, since the uprising of the war. The Gods were now charitable, for both your favours were being met.

"Mmm. F-Fuck I'm close, Princess. Straightened up."

The thudding of his hard, long cock you could feel had grown tenser. Pulling out, caused a visceral reaction from him, as you once more, obeyed his command, straightening your posture enough, that the cleavage of your breasts was the main attraction between his thighs. Immediately, he hastily spilled his warm seed over your breasts, causing a mess all over you, some of his wetness had seeped in between the cleavage, whilst the rest glistened against your soft skin, before pooling down, drenching your garments.

"A masterpiece if I ever saw one," He chuckled, as his thumb tenderly wiped away at the remnants lingering over the corner of your moist lips.

"Aemond, I need you dearest," You sulkily yearned, a hand clutching to your clothed cunt, feeling yourself beginning to grow avid, as a long, familiar feeling brew between your thighs.

"Up- Come, my dearest-" His hand smacked against his thigh, as the other held your hand in is lifting you up, guiding you to ease yourself down over him: hastily pulling your layered gown up and tearing your undergarments into two, his firm cock easily finding its way inside of you.

Muffled moans helplessly tore through you, once again, the neediness for your husband's cock, and the long-awaited wait, stimulating you enough. His wetness that coated him, helped to ease himself plunging in, now adjusted, your hips beginning to sway forwards and back over his strong lap, his rough hands held you firmly by the waist, steadying you over him.

"I ought to fuck you senseless, leave you satisfied enough for until the next time I return from battle. Perhaps I ought to fuck a babe into you, my dearest."

Still childless, it was all bad-timing for only a few months after your wedding, the war broke out and Aemond was caught in the haste of it all. He scarcely had time to bed you, although now that his family numbers were dwindling, it seemed a babe was of great importance, an heir for the Prince Regent.

"Y-Yes, Aem- I want your child."

"Your wish is my command, wife. I shall see you swell greatly with child, as many sons and daughters as I see fit."

Earning more helpless cries and screams for your husband, the room echoed with your pleas and Aemond's heavy breathing. You were certain the guards posted outside, would know of the events unfolding from within, and yet no shame. For they'd have to answer to Aemond, and that itself, was a threat.

"Fill this pretty cunt of yours, this cunt that belongs to me. I shall keep you full, as need be."

"A-As you desire, m-my Prince-"

One of Aemond's hands remained supporting your lumbar, snaking its way behind, and the other found its way to your scalp, tugging and pulling at your hair, as your head rocked back in tune to his aggressive motions. Words no longer comprehensible to exchange, Aemond's lips found themselves occupied, lapping and suckling at the sensitive crook of your neck, leaving harsh, red marks across your skin.

"Finish me, Aem. I-I need you to fill me-"

The excitement that had brewed in anticipation for this monumental moment, had finally met its need. Your sweet, hot cum pooled over his sturdy, long cock inside, pooling beneath your gown, and in response, evoked the same pleasurable reaction from your husband. Feeling his hot seed once more, shooting itself inside, coating your walls. You felt certain a child was procreated in that precise moments, though regardless, would pray to the Gods to grant you the chance to bear a healthy babe.

Huffing and puffing, hot, perspiring skin against each other, resting your foreheads against one another, almost in sync, you both exchanged faint, genuine laughter.

"I-I have missed you my dearest. It pains me so, to be away from you so often and for so long. I cherish these moments with you, even catching you lingering in the shadows, watching me."

His sweet words warmed your meek heart, and you knew that your husband was apologetic in some sense, even if he struggled to admit it.

"I know my love, but soon enough, a war always comes to an end. Just be sure, I have you returned to me in one piece, and at my beckon call."

A deep, low chucked echoed from deep inside him, as he bashfully looked down, before returning his sole gaze unto you, your fingers toying with long strands of his platinum hair.

"Even if the Gods have other plans, I will defy them for you, always. I promise to return to you, and if the Mother is willing, a babe in your arms. I love you."

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viktorxsheep · 1 year ago

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HI! i apologize for any mistakes, i dont send requests to often :,)

I was wondering if you could do the Star Rail boys and Fem! Reader with a pucca dynamic? Like she's over here tracking them down just to give them kisses and stuff, and gets jealous pretty easily. If all of them are too much just Blade and/dan heng! :))

hi!! thanks for the request! i loved this show so much when i was younger haha. thankyou for allowing me to indulge in my dan heng and welt yang love teehee. (no mistakes by the way!! :>>)

dan heng, welt yang, blade, jing yuan, gepard x fem! reader

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dan heng

Dan Heng liked his peace. He liked his days in his room, looking through the archives as he sorted through every single data that he had jotted down in his notebook.

Ofcourse, he also knew to always expect you. Disrupting the perfect peace that he made for himself. He always acted annoyed and a little bit grumpy whenever you bursted through his doors, but he genuinely did like it. He loved your kisses, he could drown in them and he would reincarnate just so he could open his arms and allow you to ram into them.

As your relationship grew, he started getting a bit more flustered at your strong declarations of love. Your jealousy, your passion- he’s never experienced a love this strong and this good. All he wants to do now is to return it tenfold…r he’s still a little bit shy.

So when he can finally rest beside you, you sleeping in his arms, he can kiss your forehead as he hums a soft tune from his past. He didn’t expect that he’d love you this much, but now he even gets a little grumpy if you don’t kiss him all over the face in the morning, or go and tightly hug him. He still has nightmares..but now, he can atleast envision your body dashing to his to kiss him when he wakes up instead of the fear and the hurt.

blade

Blade was a little different from Dan Heng. Where Dan Heng was shy and a little bit unsure on how to repay your affections, Blade embraced this wholeheartedly. He relished in the affection, it made him happy.

But a small pet of him wondered if this was alright, if he even deserved this. From all of his past actions, the mistakes he would most definitely make in the future- did he deserve you running to him and toppling him over for kisses? He doesn’t want to dwell, instead, he hopes you let him love you the same way.

If ever you are jealous, he will sit you on his lap (albeit a little awkwardly at first) and he will comfort your insecurities. Are his comforting words not exactly very comforting? sure, but he tries. “You must be sick if you believe I do not love you, don’t be silly.”

Although he really hopes you would stop trying to chase after him during missions for affection, you could get hurt and it’s a bit annoying being teased by Kafka (well, he’d go through it if it’s you at the very least).

welt yang

He is such an old man. Stop giving him heart attacks as you go and kiss him every morning! atleast let him brush his teeth, but he has a feeling you don’t really mind that much. Welt always wakes up earlier than you do, smiling as he watches you excitedly open your eyes to meet his loving embrace.

You may be overexcited and very in love, but Welt can almost beat you in one thing…being the greatest male wife house husband figure you could think of. For every gift, kiss you shower him with, hugs- he surprises you with homemade cooking, clothes that he patched up, flowers and chocolates (that he made himself).

Whenever you get jealous, he can’t help but stifle a small laugh. You were so cute- though he really does not want you to feel insecure. When he knows you’re getting jealous (because he can read you like an open book) he calmly sets you aside and kisses your forehead, assuring you that his love and his heart lies only with you. He couldn’t imagine his life without you in it, so tell him if ever you feel insecure or jealous, he will always listen.

jing yuan

The fearsome leader of the cloud knights believed he was prepared for any sort of challenge. Some fearsome and formidable foes? no matter, stellaron hunters? he will ensure the safety of everyone he can. But who knew he would be so soft and fall victim to-

you. Wonderful, amazing, beautiful you. You in all of your glory, your soft kisses and excited smiles. He could sleep all day just to see you in his dreams, but he loves you even better in real life. He will get flustered (and never show it), and he will always feel bad when he’s forced to ask you to wait outside a meeting room due to the confidential information being shared.

He will ease your worries, he will hold your hand. He wants you to be as safe and as happy as possible, so how could he not indulge you? whatever kisses you’d like the give him, you may. While he can’t always let you bulldoze over to him just to kiss, he will always make it up to you after the moment you two get home.

gepard

You wanted to kill him.

He was sure.

Fearsome, strong, loyal knight captain. That was who he was and how his reputation was…atleast until his underlings saw the red hot blush on his face as you somehow got through the silver mane guards just to kiss and hug him. While he always scolds you (always with a small stutter due to the shock and flusteredness) to not follow him while he went away, he always held you in his arms and let you do as you pleased.

He would walk you back to the safer areas in the administrative district of Belobog, letting you get your fill in of as much hugs and kisses you want before he’s forced to rip himself and his tomato red face away from you.

You being jealous was the most shocking for him. You’re jealous? why? he may be a knight captain, but you were infinitely more beautiful and amazing and- if this line were to continue on, it would fill pages and pages of writing. An entire novel dedicated to every affection you’d offer and how he would call you.

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ju-vondy · 5 months ago

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What I envision for our dearest Jason Mendal ❤️✨

So... I LOVE being delulu and once Beemoov takes an eternity to give us info/story about the characters I decided to create their backstory myself and I'm living in this world Imy mind created right now. I love complex things and I know Beemoov would never put something so "deep" in the story but well... I can't help; I hope you guys enjoy what I created!

♦ Jason's family is strict, but only the "male" part of it: Jason loves his mother with all his heart and her family (which is called Jowenson, they live abroad) is amazing, but his father's family (the Mendal) is a total disgrace. Like, a real crap. Do you know those tough and conservative parents who teach their children not to cry? Those men who are aggressive and punish with beatings when their child makes a mistake? Who say that love is a weakness? Well, that's the style of family we're talking about here when it comes to the Mendal… Jason despises and hate them with all his might.

♦ The Mendal are pioneers of Amoris City: so they're that kind of family who smell like old money, power, autority and stuff like that. It all started with the foundation of a radio when they first arrived at Amoris. The years passed by and their "empire" only arose as they invested in many innovative ventures, and their fortune only grew. It didn't take much for them to dominate journalism and the local press. Turns out that today they're called "Mendal Group" and are involved in so many things... Media, politics, banks, real estate. They are a highly respected family.

—> There's a scene in my fanfic where Candy's mother (named Edith) says: "Your father was thrilled to work with the Mendal Group, you know? I remember how he talked about their influence... How much they could shape public opinion and influence political decisions," Edith said, with a touch of bitterness in her voice. "After he passed away, I thought it best to sell his share in the company. I didn't want to be tied to them or be part of all that."

—> Why am I bringing Candy and her mother to this explanation? Because well... In my mind their families were close in the past and they even studied together at primary school. (Don't judge me, it was the only way I found to make Candy and Jason approach without seeming weird… HUEHUEHEU I'm quite curious to see what they'll do in the game, though) The funniest part of it is that Jason and Candy don't remember that because guess what? A traumatic event happened in their lives so their mind kind of blocked most of their childhood's memories.

It leads to the other point:

♦ There was an car accident that put Jason's father in a coma: When Jason's father (I named him as Gregory Mendal btw) became incapacitated due to the Accident, Viktor Mendal (the middle brother), was the vice-president of the Mendal Group and assumed the presidency after the general council unanimously approved. Actually, the presidency always followed a 'father to oldest son' thing (nepotism, why not? haha) Anyway, Jason was designed to take the title for himself… But since he was too young, Viktor ended up assuming the presidency 'temporarily until Jason reached the age to run the business, (if he proved capable, of course…)'

—> Not only that, Viktor also took responsibility for looking after Jason (without anyone asking LOL). Initially, it seemed like Viktor was doing "his best" for his nephew so he could be a good leader, this whole succession thing. He taught Jason about the family business, about leadership, and how to handle the pressures of being at the top. However, as Jason grew older, Viktor began to show his true colors. He was ambitious, and his hunger for power only worsened over time. ~That only got worse when he lost his wife and convinced himself that it would be a good idea to be with Jason's mother~

—> Jason ended up becoming a rebellious young man despite being studious and dedicated. What happens is that there was so much pressure on our poor boy that he ended up having a breakdown at a certain point. 'Do this' 'Don't do that' 'Be perfect' 'Get good grades' 'Blah blah blah'... Jason never really liked everything the Mendal stood for. He always found it a drag to attend luxury dinners, close deals, and pretend to be someone he wasn't… Besides, the absence of his father left a void that no one could fill... And his uncle's arrogant and repulsive demeanor only disgusted him. So, at certain point Jason kind of let himself follow the "fuck you guys" and went down some wrong paths in his early 18-20 years old. He worked in the family company as a trainee for a couple of months but Viktor took advantage of Jason's poor behavior (late parties, hangover, arrived late at meetings, etc etc) to convince the board that Jason was not capable, not 'worthy' of being the leader of the Mendal Group.

—> Jason kind of got pissed off when that happened, and then comes the whole thing about him working at the city hall and all (which I'll explain later if you want to hear it, hehe), but anyway... His uncle 'betrayal' was the turning point for him to 'wake up' and want to be someone in life. He worked hard on himself to be no longer that irresponsible young man he was being. Of course today he attends to club parties, throw yacht parties but that is only for showing status and "maintaining" the bounds with his close friends.

So, basically...

♦ Jason created Goldreamz to get away from the shadow of the Mendal family and prove to his uncle he didn't need his family to be succesfull: He wanted to prove that he could build something from scratch, without the support and influence of the Mendals. And, of course, he wanted to rub that success in Viktor's face. Today, Goldreamz is a prominent company, and Jason continues to work hard to keep it at the top. However, his relationship with his uncle Viktor remains an open wound. Each success of Jason's is a reminder of his determination to exceed his uncle's expectations.

Now let's move on to the last but not the least:

♦ Jason's personality is just a mask to protect himself: Deep down, Jason is just a little boy wanting/crying for attention, wanting to have a real father and family. So, he just wants to be… Loved? I think so. Because of his uncle's teachings and so on, he thinks love and kindness is nonsense, a weakness… A lie. Viktor instilled in him the notion that showing vulnerability would only invite manipulation and harm. Consequently, Jason adopted a facade to shield his true self from others.

However, this mask of arrogance and indifference is not who Jason truly is. It is a carefully constructed barrier, designed to protect the fragile heart that beats underneath. In essence, Jason's personality is a defense mechanism born out of a need to protect himself from a world he has been taught to distrust. And deep down he constantly battles the internal conflict of wanting genuine connections while fearing the repercussions of revealing his authentic self.

Interestingly, the proof of this duality is evident in Jason's behavior around his mother and younger brother. When he is with them, Jason's tough exterior melts away, revealing a softer, more caring side. It’s as if he wants to set a different example for his brother. Jason faces a big inner turmoil , torn between the persona he feels he must maintain and the person he wishes he could be.

Ah, now a bonus: in my fic Candy's father was in the Accident [once he was kind of a business partner of Gregory] and he died. Edith moved back to her mother's home country, Brazil, and Candy grow up there. (yes of course I use my stories to share about my country u.u) Only years later Candy's mom return to Amoris, but she never bothered to look for the Mendal to reconnect.

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If you liked what you've read 'til now I hope you check my fanfiction! I've posted 11 Chapters by far. Currently, I'm publishing one chapter per week as I write everything in Portuguese (which is my native language) and than I translate it to english carefully to not leave holes. By the way, my writing in English is not as good as it is in Portuguese so please take it easy on me ;-;

I hope you have as much fun reading as I have while I'm writing! Thank you so much for paying attention to what this crazy author have to say ❤️✨

#jason mendal #amour sucre #mcl #my candy love #mcl jason #mcl new gen #amour sucre new gen #corazon de melon #mclng #amor doce #amor doce new gen

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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 8 months ago

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Hey there, if you're still up for receiving asks, what do you think it would be like caught in a poly relationship with Ratko/Varney? Preferably with a human reader (male or gn please).

Maybe with the reader playing a similar role to Saint Germaine, although more willingly? I love the two disasters.

A/N: Lol, I love the two disasters as well; one of the highlights of the last season for me for sure! I think it’d take a VERY special human to catch their attention. For one, Ratko sees humans as pigs, all beneath him. Varney recognizes humans as important simply because they have souls and therefore are afforded influences on realms he is not. For this set of headcanons, let’s assume our Reader is just THAT gd special that both Ratko and Varney admire them enough to not only let them live but ask them to join in their arrangement.

TW: Brief Mentions of Death, and Sex (not always in that order)

Gender Neutral Human Reader in a Poly! Relationship with Both Ratko & Varney

You’re a human of, shall we say, unique talents and persuasions. Perhaps you’re a doctor or mortician, or a mad-scientist combination of the two. Perhaps you, like Saint Germaine, are an alchemist or magician.

Whatever your occupation is, it deals with biology, sciences, mathematics, and most importantly, death.

That’s of course how you met your two current partners, through the more morbid facets of your line of work.

Ratko and Varney were quite the amusing pair to you from the get-go. As complete and utter opposites in personality and outlook, they butted heads more often than not, but that’s one of the reasons the three of you worked out so well! You were always the neutral party coming in with the tiebreaker.

For whatever reason, you agree with Varney that Dracula must be brought back to life. However, unlike Varney, you don’t see why he must be brought back as a Rebis, fused with his dead wife. You understand this other associate in their plan, one Saint Germaine, is rather knowledgeable himself when it comes to alchemy, but there are several ways to go about raising the dead; surely any one of them is much less complicated than a plan such as this.

Your back-and-forth arguments act as entertainment for Ratko, who just sits back and watches as his two lovers squabble in a language that might as well be in a foreign language to him. Rebis this, necromancy that. “The two of you squawk like chicken whose head has been cut off.” Ratko frequently says to the two of you.

That of course always gets a rise out of both you and Varney: “How can a chicken squawk if it’s already dead?” Varney asks, falling for the bait every time. “You would need necromancy to reanimate said chicken!” You exclaim, equally none-the-wiser.

This undead vs dead squawking chicken debate goes on in circles for a while until one of you, usually Varney, starts listing off your credentials. “Don’t you know who I am? I’m VANREY!” Which is hilarious, given there’s not a single soul amongst the three of you who doesn’t know the entire backstory of the other nor is there one of you who hasn’t seen the other two naked. Speaking of naked….

You were probably the first to initiate sex, not because Ratko or Varney weren’t attracted to you, or interested in sleeping with you. But because the two morons didn’t even realize that was an option! Well, I mean sure, they had each envisioned what it’d be like to sleep with you, but their imagination made it all seem theoretical.

So one early morning you decide to take matters into your own hands. You strip down to nothing and wait for them to come back home before the sun fully rises. You lay there, splayed out on the bed, bare as a newborn babe, casually reading a book akin to the Kamasutra, complete with very detailed illustrations, of course!

Varney is the first to notice. He sort of freezes before smirking. Ratko sees you second, his usual indifferent demeanor giving way to shock before an expression of reverence crosses his face. “Well, fellas?” You roll over, toss the book aside, and sit with your legs spread far apart, giving them a good show of everything you have to offer before pointing to a particular illustration on the left side of the book. “I’ve always wanted to try this one.”

It’s not a surprise their bickering crosses over into sex. They argue over who gets to do what first, so more often than not, you have to pick one of them to shove back down and get started, much to the chagrin of the one left standing. (Don’t worry about them too much though, they always join in themselves soon enough lol.)

You work well together, even if there’s a total of like, seven brain cells between the three of you, and you have five of them on any given day.

#varney the vampire #varney castlevania #ratko castlevania #castlevania x reader #castlevania imagines #castlevania imagine #varney x reader #ratko x reader #castlevania #hc #hot!

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goodqueenaly · 2 years ago

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I apologize if this is a question you've already answered. Your posts about the "She-Wolves of Winterfell" are really interesting and that's an ASOIAF historical story I find really interesting. For some reason I had thought that Serena was older than Sansa, but apparently not. I am probably missing something obvious, but was wondering if you have any theories about Serena marrying Edric rather than Barthogan or Brandon? I know that Sansa and Serena were deliberately prevented from ruling Winterfell in their own right, but it seemed like a deliberate effort to exclude them even from being the line that the ruling Starks descend from? I feel like I'm maybe off the mark though?

For one, there seems to be some lack of clarity, at least for now, on the birth order of Rickon Stark's daughters. While TWOIAF's Stark family tree lists Serena as the elder sister and Sansa as the younger, Elio Garcia made a comment on Discord (reproduced on the Westeros.org forums) that per GRRM's own notes, Sansa was the elder and Serena the younger. This would not be the first time later volumes edited or changed established dynastic details, of course - indeed, F&B eliminated one of Jaehaerys and Alysanne's sons, introduced a new daughter, and reshuffled the birth order of their other children - and so I will not at all be surprised if, say, whatever "The She-Wolves of Winterfell" ends up being called confirms that Sansa was really the elder of the two daughters of Rickon.

Anyway, the marriages of Rickon's daughters are a largely (as yet) unexplained but very intriguing detail in the history of the Stark family. If Sansa really were the elder (and assuming that the birth order of Cregan's sons by Lynara will not change), then theirs would have been the marriage of the most senior male-line descendant of Cregan and the eldest surviving son of Cregan, a powerful combination of dynastic claims. Did Cregan and/or anyone else involved in making the marriage arrange just such a match because he (or, again, anyone else involved) envisioned Sansa and Jonnel as ruling as joint lord and lady, rather than one spouse subservient to the other? Did whoever arranged this match want to subsume Sansa's claim into Jonnel's - keeping her as only the future Lord Jonnel's consort rather than allowing her to press forward her own claim (with her own aristocratic husband, perhaps, to back her)? Or just the opposite - did the architect(s) of this union believe that Sansa should be the ruling Lady of Winterfell someday and wish to prevent Cregan's eldest surviving son from challenging her claim to the high seat of the Starks? Any or none of the above might have been the explanation for the marriage, but until and unless we learn more about the times and players involved, these and many other questions remain outstanding (and really, I could probably think of a thousand more possibilities of what any of the individuals involved might have been thinking, but that's a deep rabbit hole for as yet so little information).

As for Serena and Edric, their marriage is even more vague and subject to speculation. To cite Elio Gracia again, he asserts that Serena was first married to Jon Umber and then to Edric Stark. There is no telling when either of these marriages (much less specifically the one with Edric) occurred, and still less what might have driven such a union. Perhaps their marriage was an attempt to breed Rickon's line back into the ruling Stark dynasty, with Jonnel have no son by either Sansa or his second wife, Robyn Ryswell; as Edric would be Jonnel's heir presumptive for lack of (male) issue on the latter's part, maybe Serena was encouraged/arranged/forced to marry Edric in order to consolidate potentially warring claims into a dynastically suitable (and, again, presumably male) child. Perhaps it was an attempt by Edric to assert himself and/or his wife against elder brother Jonnel (especially if Sansa had already died), by claiming that Serena was the rightful heiress to Winterfell and Jonnel a usurper. Perhaps it arose from reluctance to have Serena marrying a non-Stark northern aristocrat and making a play for Winterfell against Cregan's sons. Perhaps it was genuinely a love match (especially since we have no sense of the relative ages of Cregan's sons and Rickon's daughters, making it entirely possible for them to have been of an age and raised together). Again, any or none of these suggestions might provide any explanation - we'll just have to wait for whatever "The She-Wolves of Winterfell" ends up being called, Fire and Blood Volume 2, and/or maybe details hinted at in TWOW (especially to the extent the Stark reunion at Winterfell was supposed to parallel or echo the events of "The She-Wolves of Winterfell").

#asoiaf meta #house stark #serena stark #sansa daughter of rickon

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skyheld · 2 months ago

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1, 2, 8, 34, 45 (for Ameridan, DA verse.)

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS | ACCEPTING!

1. What’s the lie your character says most often?

Probably the classic 'I'm fine'. As a general rule Ameridan is decent at acknowledging when he needs help/needs to rest/needs someone to carry his pack for a while because his back hurts. He's experienced enough to know pushing himself to his breaking point will lead to more trouble in the long run, and he'll end up being more of a burden on his companions than if he'd just stopped before that. But there are varying degrees of not being fine and he's usually feeling a few of them without saying so; saying 'i'm fine' but meaning 'i'm good to go on'.

2. How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

It's easy to befriend him, he's generous with his heart, but when he calls someone a friend he means it and he puts a value in that word so - not strictly, but not that loosely either. a friend is someone he trusts and also someone who can trust him, and if he wants to think the best of people when possible, that doesn't mean he's easily fooled.

8. How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

This is a little similar - he loves easily, but when he uses this phrase he means it, to it's still reserved for a selected group of people. Definitely a wider circle than some have, but he doesn't throw it around; it has a strict definition, but he's good at finding those who fit it.

34. How do they greet someone they like / love?

Depends mostly on their preferences. Its entirely possible he doesn't greet them in any particular way at all except more warmly than an acquaintance - ie it could just be their name or a hello, but his intonation will be friendlier. He's not much for flirty dialogue, but he does have pet names for some people.

It's worth mentioning that for much of his life, Ameridan's relationships have been secret. In general he was discreet simply because having multiple partners wouldn't be understood by most people and might ruin his reputation. Telana didn't want the attention that would come with being his wife (and there was a strategic advantage to him being seen as eligible) so outside the Dales they pretended to be friends. His and Drakon's relationship, while it lasted, was obviously very secret on the rare occasions they met. So there has only ever been so many opportunities to show romantic affection, and he's used to keeping things subtle.

45. What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

He hates some frivolous things specifically because they're frivolous but aristocrats insist on spending resources on them. This was especially obvious during the Blight. Except for the first few years and the worst areas, banquets were still held and fashion was still followed even if they were subdued compared to normal, and he hated seeing food, cloth and labour wasted on those things when the rest of the population starved. Same as they'd always been, just even more obvious. He had a taste for certain luxuries himself that vanished seeing that.

For something where his reason to hate is trivial... tight clothing. I envision Divine Age clothing as similar to early medieval and byzantine styles, meaning loads of layered fabric in mainly straight lines. The skintight modern Orlesian fashion looks and feels super weird to Ameridan and he's not comfortable wearing it at all (it also has a much clearer divide between male and female fashion, meaning whichever he chooses will be more of a statement, though at least that mostly applies to high fahsion). Fereldan styles are fine and the Inquisition uniform is tolerable, but his favourite clothes aside from his own are the ones he's given by the Avvar in the Frostback Basin just after his rescue (the cozy female version, not the tragedy that is the male version).

#daughterofhighever-blog #ameridan:about/headcanon #meme:answered #don't put ameridan in the skyhold pyjamas #he will cause a riot

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lovelykhaleesiii · 1 year ago

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Stranger Danger! [Entry #2]

HEADCANON

PAIRING: Dark!Modern!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader [Modern AU]

WORDS: 1,578.

SUMMARY: Moving into a desolate, small-town suburb, you would think the risks of finding yourself in "peril" are close to none. And yet, how could you not have been more wrong...

WARNINGS: mentions of stalking behaviour, mentions of p in v sexual intercourse, Daddy kink, breast-play, mentions of female oral receiving, mentions of male oral receiving, slight innocence kink, belly bulge, breeding kink, mentions of cock-warming/somnophilia, swearing.

A/N - okay so this looks like it'll be 3 (maybe 4 parts) LMAO. hope ya'll enjoy this little mini series xoxox

Aegon remained honest to his word, dedicated to providing nourishment, security and tender-loving care: he adored you, regardless of your distant, icy outlook towards him.

Often reminiscing the sweet sound of your soft voice, your heart-warming smile, and gentle, fleeting touches.

Eventually, the warm, friendly presence you'd met initially, began to show and a part of you felt comforted by its recurring presence.

Occasionally, Aegon would force a kiss or an embrace, either having you laying your body against his mass, or laying his head in yours, it seemed he only sought for intimacy.

He openly disclosed his ventures and having witnessed that man who entered your home, trying to elaborate on the stranger's intentions and how he would never take advantage of you. It fuelled his own anger, sensing his frustration rise, you instinctively gripped his hand tightly, pleading with Aegon, that the man meant nothing, your feelings inept towards him.

"He could never amount to the man that you are, Aeg. Could never treat me as well as you do, I can see that now."

You could not deny with ease that his beauty remained entrancing and alluring. He did care about you and it showed. Whether it had only been a few days or months you could determine, yet in the endless hours that you had to yourself you contemplated this new reality.

Aegon never struck at you with rage, never caused intentional harm, nor did he intend to according to his remarks he'd often repeat. It was quite the opposite actually...

Mayhaps, he did truly love you.

He slowly began to entrust you more so, granting you opportunities to join him atop in proper comfort. The house was modest and domesticated, occupied with furniture and accessories, it seemed habitable enough for you both, homily.

"You-You did this all for me, Aeg?"

Meekly nodding to your honest question, Aegon admitted that this house and everything with it, was all for you. Coming forth with his detailed idea of living a cosy life with you, the domesticity of coming home to you, being able to call you his wife, was all that he could envision when he first saw your face, engulfed him: his hopeful dreams eased the lingering fears in your mind and instead, cordially warmed your heart.

He bathed you softly, cooked for you, and even spoiled you with clothes and materialistic gifts of quality jewellery and pleasant fragrances. He treated you grander than most men you'd ever dated.

Aegon had even taken pride in how he presented himself to you. His hair always neatly combed back, his clothes fitted and properly buttoned and tucked. The house was always spotless, when given the chance to see.

You felt yourself slowly easing into the comfort of Aegon's romantic gestures. Engaging with his invitations, you found yourself inclined, insisting on helping him with the cooking, finding delight in hand feeding him yourself, as you begged to sit on Daddy's lap, rubbing at his distended stomach once he was full and glut of delectable meals.

You had convinced yourself that the next step would be intimacy, and that Aegon was patient enough to wait for your approval. You made your attempt to woo Aegon into allowing you to sleep with him in bed, desperate to get out of the dingy basement also.

"It gets so cold and lonely down there, Daddy. Leaving me all on my lonesome, when I would much prefer you to keep me all warm... Please, Daddy Aeg."

It did not take long for Aegon to crack, caving in to your desires without hesitation as his lilac orbs softened at your tame frame.

Holding your hand firmly in his as he guided you upstairs into the master bedroom, it was just as homely and coordinated with the furnishing of the rest of the house.

Crawling atop the bed, your hand still gripping at Aegon's he watched you intently, as you guided one hand beneath your shirt, guiding him to cup at your tender, plump breast. The other, however, ed beneath your skirt, placing his palm across your bare, moist cunt, causing his breath to hitch with utter excitement.

"See what you've done to me, how you make me feel... Daddy needs to fill me up so I can make him proud. Let me make you proud."

Aegon remained silently transfixed onto you solely: the subtle widening look of his eye however, you doubted he had expected this from you, though did not resist to pursue.

"Is Daddy proud of me? Was I a good, good girl?"

"The best girl... My sweet angel."

From that night onwards, Aegon granted you the opportunity to lay with him, soon enough you found yourselves sating each other beyond pleasure, reaching a mutual climax.

Aegon was of a substantial size, boy, girthy and thick, its length not grand though that just above average, it was enough to make you senseless beyond awareness. Painful from the first moment he buried his cock deep inside, your wet walls stretched obediently and desperately, attempting to accommodate for him.

Often you swore you could feel something moving deep within the low pit of your stomach, an evident bulge from within, as he'd ferociously hit and strike at your cervix, an invigoratingly agonising sensation coursing through your body like lightening.

Aegon often enjoyed cockwarming you whenever possible, especially during the nights. The tense and close feeling of your body pressed against his, like a vacuum. Your proximity secured to him, himself attached inside, as your walls naturally clenched around his cock. The act itself provided him a sense of security and relief, that you were there, beside him at all times.

He also relished in the idea of impregnating you: the fact that your seed with his, potent and healthy enough to procreate, to create a family of his own. He yearned for an entire litter: children at your hips, and your belly swollen with more. The mental image burnt into his mind, of you as the mother of his children, the joy it brought him.

Nonetheless, he was discretely intent that you were bound to take him soon enough: in the mean time, you would weep from the deed as pleasurable as it was, pain of his throbbing cock pulsating against your expansed walls. He would tend to you almost out of instinct.

You often also found Aegon atop of you, fucking you as you were asleep, only to wake to his larger figure on top, slow, sensual motions of thrusting himself inside. Occasionally it was his moans and grunts that roused you awake, his hot breath against your skin, he would attempt to lull you back to sleep as he carried on.

"Shh-Shh- My sweet thing, you are tired. Go back to sleep, you need to rest for tomorrow... Daddy's taking care of you, okay? Let Daddy do all the work now, Princess."

Aegon took great pride in his aftercare with you: often running a bath, cleaning you himself, changing the linen, and soothing you till you fell sound asleep, regaining your strength for the next.

During your intimacy with Aegon, he often always initiated and demanded that you ride him from atop, straddling his thighs the feeling of your bare, soaking cunt against his meaty thigh, the skin on skin friction beginning to burn.

He often proclaimed at how mesmerising your tits were, biting and massaging at them. In his after care, he cherished the moments of lathering lotion/oil onto your naked body strewed with fresh, red marks from hickeys to bite marks that he'd caused. Massaging into your skin, as he kissed at each unpleasant sore.

The way your tits would naturally bounce in haste, swaying motions as you rode from atop.

Depending on his mood for the day [if his family tried to intervene and enquire of his whereabouts, distracting him of this new-found life with you]: IF he felt generous enough, he'd often engage in devouring your pussy with his bare mouth driven by his unsettling appetite: his tongue eagerly encircling and lapping at your wetness as he held your legs widely apart, finding him breathless and fervently licking his lips of your copious ooze, pleased with himself.

One time, he'd felt so much content in seeing you attend to chores as he watched from a modest distance, seeing you play your part so effortlessly as his obedient housewife, that he spoiled you with a solid session of pussy eating, plopping you atop the kitchen counter, having his way at his "entree" he described.

However, on the off days that he'd felt downcast and hostile [mostly post confrontations with his family, returning home seething with anger], he'd demand of you to suck his cock regardless of the house, eager for a release of the tension. The notion of having you adhere and fulfil his every demand, in addition to the physical sensation of the satisfaction earned, was validating enough for Aegon.

He sought and craved validation.

Whether he wished to admit it or not, he desperately sought to vindicate himself as the only man worthy of you. The man his family dreamt of him to be, and the man he knew he could be, and the man he could offer you to be. It was all a mental fight within himself, and you sympathetically yearned for him in that sense.

Aegon only ever wanted to prove himself, and you were the grand prize for his ambitious drive.

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jadedvibes · 3 years ago

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Barrister Beau's

Summary: You and Bucky were rivals all throughout law school, but over time you became best friends and fell for each other. A miscommunication leads you to think Bucky is not interested in you so you stay friends. Bucky finally admits the truth when he sees you with another man. [Modern AU]

Pairing: lawyer!Bucky x lawyer!reader & lawyer!Thor x lawyer!reader

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, vague mentions of smut, super sad bucky, fwb situation, idiots in love stuck in an elevator, lil jealous bucky, enemies to friends, friends to lovers, fluff.

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: This fic took on a life of its own so get ready for a monster mash of tropes. I flipped the trope of readers seeing Bucky with another woman because I think the reader deserves to be pined over instead. Please lmk what you think, as a new writer your interaction means so much! 🖤

Bucky had a secret. He dealt with a lot of secrets given the nature of his job — but this one felt like the biggest at the moment. James Buchanan Barnes was ridiculously and irrevocably in love with you.

It didn’t happen overnight, in fact it took quite a while, but one day he woke up and realized that you constantly occupied a space in his head and his heart. Not a day could go by without thoughts of you. You were at the forefront of his mind at all times and he knew that was wrong.

He knew it was wrong because you belonged to someone else now.

Bucky met you five years ago on the first day of law school. You were placed in the same section and that meant that you saw one other every single day in each of your classes. At the time neither of you even considered dating as an option, let alone saw one another as anything other than classmates. The only thing that 1L managed to do was pit the two of you against each other. Every class, every extracurricular activity, and every clerkship opportunity was a competition and that continued all the way through 3L. Who can score the highest in Prof. Banner’s class? Who can dominate the other in moot court? Who can spend their summer clerking for the more reputable law firm? Your rivalry was continuous and unfaltering.

Law school was a rough ride and both of you strapped in for those three years with severe tunnel vision towards your goals. That’s how the two of you ended up at the law firm of Stark & Odinson, one of the most prestigious firms in the world. All that competition made you both strive to be the best possible and in the end it was worth it.

When you and Bucky started at the firm two years ago you decided to form a truce. You acknowledged that the irritating rivalry helped you get your dream job. He conceded and told you that he knew he wouldn’t be where he was if it were not for your headstrong opposition.

The need for competition no longer existed once you joined Stark & Odinson because now the two of you were playing for the same team. Years of arguing against one another made you both excellent at making your cases. As a pair together you obliterated the firm's adversaries and made a name for yourselves as the top junior associates.

Not long after starting at the firm Bucky started to see you in another light. He always knew you were brilliant, that was an obvious given. He also knew that you were beautiful, but there was no time to even consider that when he needed to stay focused to reach his goals. However, the longer he spent working alongside you, the more he realized what was always in front of him.

You were everything he wished for in a life partner. Your brains, your beauty, your ambition, and your fire were qualities he envisioned his future wife would have. In fact, he told himself he wouldn’t get married unless he met someone as determined as him. You were there all along, but he was never in the right mindset to see it.

You worked long hours together preparing for whatever the senior associates needed, but given the vast size of the international firm you two were not the only junior associates. The law was a male-dominated field and you were one of the only women to earn her spot at the firm two years ago. This meant a lot of the young associates had their eyes on you. Bucky did his best to ward them away — telling them about how intense and hardworking you were. He also mentioned how dating wasn’t a priority for you and how you valued your independence.

He wasn’t really sure if the last part was true, but he knew you were a lot like him and in the time that he knew you there had never been any mention of dating or a relationship.

You often hung out together after work because without the rivalry you realized you two had a great deal in common. This sparked a real friendship; in fact Bucky would consider you one of his best friends. You often got food together on your breaks, and even frequently spent your free time together because you enjoyed each other's company so much. This was why he had been cautious when it came to telling you how he felt. He didn’t want to hurt the dynamic duo you had become at the risk of finding out the feelings were unrequited — but he also knew each day being so close yet so far from you was eating away at his heart.

Unfortunately for Bucky, he was not the only one secretly admiring you. When the son of the senior partner, Thor Odinson laid his eyes on you he was bewitched.

He easily got his spot at the firm thanks to good ol’ nepotism but he still worked to keep it. Thor was one of the firm’s top litigators — although not the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to writing and researching. That’s where you came in. You didn’t work for Thor, but he asked to have you assigned to his cases because he knew you were a whiz at it all. You didn’t mind because you got to work on amazing cases alongside one of the most charming attorney’s you had ever met. You had a little crush, although you were wary of admitting that.

If you were being honest with yourself, you always held out hope that Bucky would see you as more than a friend. You knew from all the time that you spent together that it would be a perfect match, if only he could see that too. Thor was wonderful eye candy though, and you were happy to be in his company.

A confession surfaced one late night as you and Thor parsed through interrogatories, getting ready for an upcoming deposition. “Y/N, how long have we been working together?”

“I think we‘ve been at this for about five hours,” you replied nonchalantly.

“No, not tonight, I mean how long have we been working together on all my cases?”

“Oh, I think it’s been about three months since I started on your caseload,” you said. “Why do you ask?”

He smiled softly, “No reason in particular, I was just thinking about how little I know about you.”

“Right, that’s true. But there’s not much to know, I stay busy with work as you’ve seen. When I’m not here I’m usually hanging out with Bucky or friends from Pilates,” you volunteered with abandon because your mind slowly turned to mush throughout the evening.

“Bucky, he’s your boyfriend?” Thor asked with piqued interest.

You furrowed your brows, “Oh no, we went to law school together,” you offered. “He’s one of my best friends and favorite colleagues, but definitely not my boyfriend.” Why does Thor want to know about this all of a sudden?

“Good, that’s good to know.”

“Why’s that good?”

“Because I think you’re absolutely beguiling, and I like you,” he said matter-of-factly.

What the hell! “Thor, what the hell?” you asked in surprise with a disbelieving grin.

“Have I upset you? Goodness, Y/N that was never my intention. We can pretend like I didn’t say that,” he said in hopes of not making you uncomfortable.

“No, no it’s not that. I think you’re very handsome and kind, I just never thought you would be into me.”

“That’s preposterous, I noticed your beauty from the moment I saw you. My interest only further developed once I got to know you better. You’re a force to be reckoned with, Y/N, I admire you.”

Heat rose to your cheeks at that, “Thank you, Thor. I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you’ll have dinner with me tomorrow night.”

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea, we work together so much,” you stated begrudgingly.

He smiled, “True, but you also think I’m handsome,” he said as he wiggled his eyebrow.

You bursted out in laughter, “You’re not wrong, I do…” I wish I could talk to Bucky about this right now. He’d probably think it’s a bad idea that would deter me from doing my best work. But I’ve sacrificed so much to get here, I deserve to have fun too. Ugh, why am I thinking about Bucky at all right now.

After a moment to think under Thor’s sparkling gaze you responded with a beaming smile, “Why not. Let’s do it."

Thor matched your smile, “Wonderful, I’ll have Wanda make us a reservation for tomorrow at 7.”

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The date with Thor was amazing to say the least. He took you to a gorgeous French restaurant with stunning panoramic views of the city. He listened and gave you his full attention throughout the date, and shamelessly flirted now that he knew you liked him too. It was fun and liberating to be with him. By the end of the night the two of you shared a heated kiss outside your door. The kiss didn’t feel as fiery as you had hoped, but you felt desire for him nevertheless.

Over the coming weeks you two secretly hung out and got to know one another intimately. Thor was a strong and dominating lover — he took care of you and ensured he left you in elated bliss. You enjoyed him but despite the heat you felt with him; that seemed to be all you had. There was no substance, no spark, nothing in common. So you told him, casual friends with benefits was all you were interested in with him, to which he happily agreed. He knew he'd be crazy to turn down a no strings attached relationship with a woman as gorgeous as you.

Bucky noticed you had been distant for a few weeks and he couldn’t fathom why. He wondered if he had done something wrong or if you were okay. It seemed as though all your free time was occupied these days. He missed you, so he set out to find out what had gotten into you.

He couldn’t wait until after work because you kept disappearing without letting him know what you were up to. Instead he went off to find you around the office. You weren’t at your desk, nor were you working with any one else by the looks of it. Then he remembered how much time you had been spending on Thor’s caseload, so Bucky decided to check in his corner office.

On the way over he heard giggling and playful arguing. “Thor please, we have to get through this otherwise it’ll look like I’m slacking off,” you exclaimed with a grin.

With his arms around your waist, “Don’t worry about it, my lady. I’ve got an in with the boss. You can do whoever you want,” he said with a cheeky smile.

“Don’t you mean whatever I want, Thor?”

“No Y/N, I mean whoever.” Thor said with a laugh. He was insatiable, and only a little bit kidding. You swatted at his chest and told him to stow it for later.

Bucky peeked through the door and with bewildered eyes saw you wrapped up in Thor. He watched as you beamed at the handsome man with his arms around you. His stomach constricted at the sight. He felt his heart physically shatter — he waited too long. You looked up just in time to catch him walking away.

For the rest of the day, Bucky was unable to get anything done. He knew he messed up and he lost you. You belonged to Thor now, and the thought of that made him feel sick. The hopes he had for the two of you would never be.

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You had finally finished your work for the day and decided it was time to go home. On your way to the elevator you thought about how weird your day went. You felt incredibly guilty for being seen with Thor. You weren’t embarrassed to have been caught with him, but you felt bad that Bucky had to find out that way. Bucky was your best friend, and you probably should’ve told him about your little arrangement with Thor; but the two of you never shared details about your relationships. Bucky had always been tight lipped about his dating life, and you decided to be the same way in turn. It wasn’t like you had many boyfriends to talk about anyways, the spontaneous hookups from time to time was not worth mentioning. And if you were being honest, the thought of Bucky with someone else was very off putting so you never asked.

Why is Bucky on my mind when I’ll be heading to see Thor soon? Deep down, you knew why you felt so uncomfortable. You and Bucky had been incredibly close for the past two years. You had history, and there was always something more lingering at the surface that you were unwilling to explore. You really liked him, you realized you might even love him but you knew there was no use in dwelling on that.

At first, when you started to work together at the firm it became glaringly obvious that there was something between you two. You had chemistry, you had a spark, and you were drawn to him. You thought he might have felt the same way until you overheard him telling some of the other associates how intense and independent you were among other things. He made it sound like your qualities were bad, even though he was the same way. You couldn't be mad at him however, because you knew it was the truth, and it helped keep the other guys in the office away from you. Nevertheless, from that day you swore to keep your feelings on the back burner. You’d always hold a candle for him, but the fact remained — Bucky Barnes wasn’t into you. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t be your friend.

As you rounded the corner to hop onto the elevator you noticed that one was already open. You quickly got in only to be met with Bucky himself looking awfully disheveled and tired.

The moment you stepped into the elevator you felt awkwardness in the air. “Hey Bucky,” you said with a cordial smile.

“Hey,” he responded with a tight smile. You both looked everywhere but at each other. You felt your guilt, he felt his heartbreak. This wasn’t the way best friends acknowledged one another. But Bucky couldn’t help but feel utterly broken knowing that you belonged to someone else.

After a beat Bucky couldn't help but ask, “So you and Thor, huh?”

You cleared your throat, “Oh you saw that, huh. It’s nothing.”

“Didn’t look like nothing,” he said as he looked directly in your eyes.

You laughed awkwardly but felt slightly angry at his insinuation. It was none of his business, he didn’t even think you were worth dating given what he’d said about you in the past. “I didn’t know that you cared about these kinds of things, Buck. I’m pretty sure you think I’m��”

Suddenly the elevator stopped in a screeching halt. The lights above you flashed a couple times and you realized the elevator was stuck. Oh great, just what you needed.

Bucky looked up in exasperation and pinched the bridge of his nose. You took a deep breath and calmed yourself. After a minute, you pushed the emergency button and connected with the operator who told you that help was on the way — no telling how long it’d take, but to hang tight.

You tried to break the tension, “Hope you didn’t have to pee,” you said with a dry chuckle.

He looked at you with sadness in his eyes, “Can we continue our conversation?”

There was a brokenness to him that you were now noticing. “You want to talk about my relationship status right now?”

“Well yeah, Y/N. We’re stuck in here for a bit and I want to know what’s going on with you. Why have you been so distant lately? We used to spend so much time together,” he said sadly.

The anger burned out of you when you saw how genuinely hurt he looked because of your actions. You weren’t being a great friend by suddenly blowing him off for weeks without offering an explanation.

“Bucky, I don’t know what you want me to say. I’ve been busy, I’m sorry I haven’t been prioritizing our friendship. Thor and I have been working nonstop in preparation for the Pierce trial.”

“And that’s just it, you and Thor have been working? C’mon Y/N, how naive do you think I am,” he said with a tinge of anger and a sarcastic eye roll.

“Look, I’m sorry that I’ve been a bad friend to you, Bucky. Sorry for blowing you off, but yes, I’ve been seeing him in my free time. I didn’t think you’d care to know about that, we never talk about that kind of stuff.”

He looked at you with a tight smile. He knew there was nothing more for him to say. He knew that he had no claim on you and it was unfair to assume that he did. But he adored you, you were supposed to be his future. You blew it, Barnes. He leaned against the wall in the corner, looked down at the ground, and refrained from meeting your eye.

No response — this might be the first time you had rendered him speechless.

You couldn’t help but feel guilty at the sight of him. He looked broken up about something he wasn't saying.

“Bucky, what is it? Seriously, what’s gotten into you. We’ve had months where we’ve been too busy to hang out. Why are you acting like this?”

He looked at you with woeful eyes, “Why did you have to pick him?”

“Well he asked me out, Bucky. You’ve seen him, and he’s a nice guy. He understands the busy schedule I have and we’ve been having a lot of fun when —”

“Please just stop, okay I get it. He’s handsome, next in line to be a partner at the firm, and he’s nice to you,” he said resentfully. An even deeper sadness washed over Bucky as he listened to you talk about Thor. “It all happened so suddenly, I was wrong to assume I still had time,” he said softly under his breath.

Your breath hitched as you started to process why Bucky was acting like this. It would’ve been obvious had you not heard what he said about you in the past. “Still have time for what? You think I’m too intense and independent, you can’t mean what I think you do?” you asked with wide eyes and a touch of hope in your voice.

He met your gaze ruefully, “So you overheard one of my talks with the guys.” The gears started turning in his head, “Wait, so you’ve thought all this time that I thought those qualities were a bad thing? Y/N, your determination and drive are some of the best things about you. I wouldn’t be the man I was today if I had not met you. Your passion drives me to be a better attorney. I only told them those things because I wanted them to leave you alone. I didn’t want them asking you out or bothering you. Not when I wanted you all to myself.”

And there it was — the truth was finally out in the open.

“You... you wanted me all to yourself,” you whispered.

“I have for two years now, but I know I missed my chance. I was so stupid to think you’d be around forever. I should’ve stepped up and told you, I shouldn’t have been afraid of hurting our friendship,” he paused to look at you with pitiful eyes.

“I’ve kept this bottled up for so long out of fear of hurting what we had, and now here I am. I understand if you don't want to be friends anymore. I’m sure it’ll be hard to be close when you know I’m in love with you,” he sunk to the ground once he finished. You stepped across to his side and followed him down so that you were sitting side by side.

“Bucky you’ve said a lot of things and I need a moment to process,” you paused. After a minute you responded, “Not long after we first started here, I liked you a lot too, but after hearing what you said about me I thought you didn’t see me that way.”

“It’s my fault, I should’ve said something sooner. It shouldn’t have taken the sight of you with another man to make me admit my feelings,” he said with his eyes cast down.

Bucky no longer had the usual fight and fire that you knew so well — he was only remorseful for his lack of action.

“I think it’s important that I mention that I’m not seeing Thor because of his status at the firm. I’m also not in a relationship with him.”

Bucky looked up abruptly upon hearing your words. “Then really what did I see today?”

“Two people that are having fun together without any emotional attachments messing around at the office. I’m sorry you had to see that though, he could’ve been a bit less conspicuous.”

“So you’re just casual with him, you’re not — he’s not your boyfriend?”

“No, I told him I wasn’t looking for anything serious. We don't have very much in common, and maybe a part of me realized my heart couldn’t belong to anyone else.”

“You don’t mean — you still like me?” he asked hopefully.

“Buck, I don't know how long I’ve loved you. You pushed me to be better and I always hated you for it,” you said playfully. “But, I’ve always admired you, and once we joined the same team it became hard not to care for you. I was content to be your best friend because at the very least I had some time with you.”

“I’m an idiot. I’m an idiot for waiting so long, Y/N.”

“If you’re an idiot, I’m one too. I could’ve asked you about what you said to the associates. There’s so many things we could have done differently,” you replied.

Bucky's eyes softened as he looked at you. “Do you think it’s too late for us to try?” he whispered.

“No, Bucky I don’t think it is,” you said with a smile.

For the first time that day he genuinely smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkled, and Bucky looked at you with all the love and admiration in the world. He reached out to grab your hand in your lap and intertwined his fingers with yours. You smiled at the sight of your hand in his and put your head on his shoulder.

You sat together in companionable silence for a few minutes until the elevator started to move and the doors finally opened properly, allowing the two of you to exit. You both grabbed your belongings and walked out together, hand in hand.

Bucky felt nothing but gratitude and joy as you both strolled down the sidewalk with fallen autumn leaves all around. “Wanna go to our favorite shawarma place, doll?” he asked gleefully.

“Sure, just let me text Thor first.”

Bucky’s heart suddenly raced, “What, why? Are you planning on seeing him still,” he asked as his hand reflexively tightened around yours.

“No, silly. Texting him to tell him I won’t be coming over tonight.”

“While you’re at it, could you tell him you’re never coming over again?” he asked sarcastically.

“Why you jealous, Buck? Aren’t you willing to share?” you asked teasingly to mess with him.

Bucky turned his head and met your gaze with pleading eyes, “Please you nearly gave me a heart attack, Y/N. I am incredibly jealous — I want you all to myself," he said with conviction.

You smiled softly at him, “Don’t worry, counselor. I’m all yours,” you said kindly as you wrapped your free hand around his bicep.

“I sure love the sound of that,” he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled to himself thinking about how you were finally his girl. “Who would’ve thought that we’d end up here after all these years?” he asked reminiscently.

“Not me, Buck. Not me,” you murmured as you squeezed his arm then leaned up to peck him on the cheek. His cerulean eyes looked down at you and as he blushed at your sweet display of affection.

The two of you were going to be more than alright. You were kindred spirits, and despite the bumpy road that led you here, you were finally together at last.

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kiillerqueen · 1 year ago

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Declan is a man so of course he wasn't going to understand the whole motherly instincts that seem to kick in the moment she finds out she is with child. ❝ I am not saying that I doubt you , Violet. I guess it is more of not being able to understand how you'd be so sure of something without actually having the proof in front of you to confirm it. ❞ The male hopes that his wife can understand where he is coming from and not taking it in a way that he is telling her that she could possibly be wrong. ❝ I am glad that you thought about involving me in the whole finding our process. If I am being truthful I didn't think that it was going to work that fast. ❞ Of course it would work with how much the couple had been spending time being physical with one another. Declan had never wasted a moment to be able to be with his wife in such a way and that wasn't ever going to change even after they have their children. It had been made vocal by both that they wanted a decent size family. ❝ You're not wrong , I have been working overtime lately but that wouldn't have been the case if my father hadn't left me with such messes to clean up. Since it is your request than I can relax for a day. ❞ The male never envisioned that he would become a workaholic but it was mainly because he was on a mission to to restore his family's name not only for himself but for his children to be proud of. ❝ You're an amazing woman , and maybe even more amazing than I deserve. ❞ Declan spoke in a soft tone as he tucks a strain of his wife's hair behind her ear. ❝ I will meet you out there in a couple of moments. ❞ //@thewcllingtons

❝ Never been more sure about anything in my life, other than you,❞ she responded cheekily. ❝ Seriously though, I can feel it you know... The best way I can describe it is like running a marathon: my bloods pumping, I'm exhausted and very emotional. Plus, I'm a couple of days late already so I figured now would be a good time. I can take the test and we can wait for it to process while I make breakfast. ❞ She never understood what women meant when they said they just knew until now. It's like something clicked inside of her and her whole life changed again. A part of her was a bit nervous. She had experiences with babies and children, but she didn't have her own mother to show her the way, being and orphan and all. She wondered if she would be a good mom. However, she knew that it was too late for her to doubt such a thing since everything had been set into motion already. ❝ I'm positive... Look, Declan, you've been working really hard lately and while I'm proud of you for it, I don't want you to over-extend yourself. My goal today was to get you to relax. You deserve one day off. ❞ She knew how easy it was to hyperfocus on all that had to be done. Declan had a lot on his plate, but she knew that working while exhausted just lend to more mistakes and problems later down the line. Smiling, she kissed him again,❝ By being the best man a woman could ask for. You make it so easy for me to love you, ❞ she admitted. Violet loved her husband more than words could describe. Another quick kiss before she got up to head to the kitchen,❝ Now let me get started on breakfast. ❞// @kiillerqueen

#thewcllingtons #interaction: declan.grey #i love these soft babies so much #tw: pregnancy

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I feel like S/R is just a ploy for the press to come after R, but how NO ONE went lol wtf he's your 21 employee has me worried they're going to revisit it later. That + Ted/Sassy happening again (even if I don't think they'll be a thing) has me thinking the writers will pull a "soulmates aren't necessarily romantic" bs by the end. Never trust male writers.

you know anon, I think after this last episode I've begun to let go of my expectations just a little. there's a lot to be said for the way the show has dealt with this relationship (s/r) thus far that can't be erased. that, I think is an incredibly valid point to uphold the show to. now, as far as ted and rebecca goes... this episode exceeded my expectations. especially after episode eight.

I want to withhold my opinion overall until I see the last two episodes but if they're anything like episode ten... I'm genuinely excited once again to see where these two characters are going. I know this season is going to end in an incredibly dark and sad tone. that's been known since before the season aired.

that being said... I find it very hard to believe these writers would take the time to weave such an intricate and intimate relationship between these two characters not to go there. and I'm not saying this through any kind of subjectivity here. I'm saying in from an objective and practical stand point. Jason strikes me as a smart kind of guy. sure, as a writer he's made mistakes this season, especially with rebecca, but overall he has a vision. his vision for season two was individual journeys for both of these characters. whether we liked their journeys respectively, that's a whole other argument (one I've made before and we all know.)

going back to jason. he spent the better part of three to six months trying to find the perfect actress to play the role of rebecca. they went as far as auditioning famous celebrities and people apple wanted to pick. yet, jason picked hannah because she fit the role the best. it was the person he envisioned for the role of rebecca. he already has, in his mind, mapped out these journey for both of these characters and I don't see it being where they don't go to the full depth of their emotional capacities as adults who got divorced, underwent such intense traumas and came out of it to find one another. it's just a lot there for it to be this friendship in passing, where ted ends up with someone he's barely gotten to fully know. at least, know like he knows rebecca and connected w/ her the second they locked eyes.

what this season has shown us, both through them and through us as the audience, is just how much they rely and depend on one another. how much rebecca, no matter how many men she physically connects w/ (because I do find it interesting that she sleeps with sam at the first chance she gets & I don't say this in a judgemental tone, but in a "hey isn't it funny she was looking for an emotional connection and when she finds out its sam she immediately has sex with? funny how she's been using sex to cope all season as opposed to really opening herself up for a genuine connection w/ someone? & why she felt compelled to use two apps to make that happen?") it's all very interesting w/ rebecca because while she is putting herself out there, she's all holding back. she needs ted for all of her emotional needs (needing him at the pub w/ her mum, needing him at the funeral, needing him through food as she still relies on those biscuits, needing to know he's okay during his panic attack and needing him for emotional support during a talk w/ her mum) like we've seen how rebecca relies on this kind of emotional intimacy that should she ever really date someone and she still needs ted in this way... it would be awkward because a relationship, a romantic one that can last, begins in friendship and slowly morphs into what we see with rebecca in this season (the emotional validation and comfort ted brings to her.) this season for rebecca was about finding out what she doesn't want and for letting go. letting go of her father and her resentment and anger towards him. which is why she breaks it off with sam after. she has to let him go. let go of all the things she knows are only adding to the weight of her anger and grief. now, I know a lot of people aren't satisfied w/ the way she ended things because it leaves the "door open." tbh, rebecca in that moment realizes that he's... a kid. not in the infantilizing way but in the way that young people who are infatuated halfway in love with someone are. keeley tells her to be gentle. for rebecca, gentle is living that door open for sam and not shutting him off completely from the possibility of love for the future. not with her. but she doesn't want to be the one to make him resent love. a lot like her dad did and rupert.

for ted, I see it as a defense mechanism. he's incredibly afraid of a lot of things this season that have been bubbling since season one. his arc this season is all about overcoming his fears of not being present enough, or being enough for everyone. it's about his fear of not doing the right thing by everyone and forgetting to do well for himself. he's also someone who compartmentalizes. a lot. I mean, he thought that if he put the issues with his wife on pause and he left to Richmond, that somehow would fix their problems. time. he thought time would do it. but he's coming to realize that things are ever-changing and that sometimes the thing you may want is not really the thing you need. change is a hard thing for ted, just like it's a lot for other people (rebecca*). it also stems from his father's death. not just his death, but the way he did. ted is always afraid of losing people. of the suddenness of that loss and he's trying to overcome that fear this season. which is why I wouldn't be surprised to find out ted is scared of loving again. he's probably felt something for rebecca that is so strong and so scary he's... compartmentalized it for another day. he's also not aware yet of just how much he depends on rebecca. that need to bake for her every single day? that's stability. but once he found out she started dating? boy did he get spooked and started to withdraw. if you are at a distance, nothing can hurt you right?

this is just a tidbit into the many other thoughts I've had about this but I will say this... for someone who used to be afraid, like really don't the entire trajectory, I don't anymore. I'm certain that this is a love story where these two people come together. they are bound to one another by time (September 13, 1991 to be exact), and no other relationship, of love because that's what this show is about, can ever be it for either.

#ted lasso spoilers #anon #reply

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kindaeccentric · 3 years ago

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When I was writing my university bachelor's degree thesis (that I'm still to defend) about Penny Dreadful as a modern adaptation of Frankenstein I noticed how the original novel's homoeroticism is realized by the series in an interesting way.

In the way he is presented, it seems to me that Victor secretly desires men, but thinks that only through creating a perfect one by himself he's allowed to touch other man's skin. His endeavour to pierce the veil between life and death is an excuse, since Victor from the series grew up lonely after the death of his mother and he searches for companionship, for someone who would love him unconditionally, like his mother used to. He believes he can find such love only in a person he creates himself, brings from the dead, and who would see him as his only friend, calm and obedient. Yet his first instinct is to make a man, not a woman, and a handsome man at that.

I can imagine both Rory Kinnear and Alex Price are not everybody's cup of tea (I do find them attractive, they are quite charismatic), but the way the original Creature and Proteus are shown makes them attractive. Proteus we see through Victor's eyes, when he is tending to his body before its even reanimated, when he sketches him (a sure sign of affection) and when he teaches him how to eat in a way that becomes seductive, because of how the camera lingers on his lips and then, in a closeup, on his fingers running down his long throat, immediately bringing to mind erotic imagery. Some may argue that Victor tries to emulate the relationship between his mother and himself taking the parental role and projecting onto Proteus the role of his childhood self, and as much as it is partially true, their relationship bears these marks of hidden desire on Victor's part from the start. The image at the end of the first episode when Proteus is born shows Victor trembling, teary-eyed, looking at the body, a torn and stitched back together, but human body, of a naked man. He's afraid, but not necessarily of the man, but of finally getting what he wanted, it's a fear resulting from excitement. Then the man is touching his face tenderly and Victor, still trembling, cannot stop himself from a little smile. Their faces are softly illuminated by the orange light of the gas lamp, creating an intimate atmosphere of a warm bedroom. Victor practically gasps hearing his own name smoken by Proteus. I doubt all of it was intentional in the way I read it, but it doesn't change the fact that the final scene can be easily interpreted this way.

Then the original Creature, with the violence surrounding his return, presents him as highly masculine, smart, powerful, a direct opposite to the delicate, clueless Proteus Victor could easily form into whatever he wanted. The Creature throughout the entire series is perceived as ugly by some and easily tolerated by others, making his ugliness purely subjective, since, despite his small deformities he remains strangely alluring with his gothic qualities (black long hair, black lips, white skin, yellow eyes, proportional features) of a dark brooding gentleman. With blood on his face he becomes vampire-like (vampires always a symbol of hidden desires and 'depraved' sexuality, the Creature and Victor becoming a mirror image of Vanessa and vampire Mina, both Creature's and Mina's monstrosity an indirect result of Victor's and Vanessa's desire towards having a same-sex companion). The Creature touches Victor's face, a callback to Proteus doing it, but the Creature is not gentle, he smears blood all over Victor's face (blood in vampire narratives was always a symbol for other bodily fluids, that's why it seems so sexy, it also gained another meaning in the 80s, due to the HIV epidemic, which no filmmaker can shake off if they tried, I could discuss it more with The Lost Boys, but no time for that right now).

The dynamic between Victor and the Creature is a reversal of Victor's budding relationship with Proteus, experience winning over innocence. Victor is under another man's rule, and it terrifies him, because it would force him into a position of having to admit his attraction, whereas as the one in control he could have still easily deny it. The Creature, with all his attributes, symbolizes carnal love, he's all 'body', where Proteus was virginal, pious love (to an extent). In one of the scenes where we see Proteus he looks up into the skylight at Victor's apartment and appears angelic, as if in a halo of white light.

It's revealed Victor never had a woman, and the series wants the viewer to believe it's because of his awkwardness and passion for science that consumed him, but his dedication to creating himself male companions instead of searching for a living female one is exactly what makes him seem more queer coded.

It's clear that the lack of paternal figure results in Victor quickly becoming close with older men he encounters (Sir Malcolm, Van Helsing), but it also puts him into a position where he's constantly surrounded by men, with whom he feels more at ease, and is intimidated by women. The rivalry between him and Ethan is that of siblings, until the moment when Ethan teaches him how to shoot a gun. It might be a stretch (it is a bit of a stretch, I admit), but a gun often, especially in horror, alongside a knife, represents manhood and masculine power. Victor allows Ethan to touch him and encourages him to show off with the gun, which is a scene all too familiar from many other movies where the role of Victor is reserved for a woman and the interaction is flirtatious (can't pull examples out of thin air, but if you saw over 1400 movies like me you know I'm not lying). All this adds to the general image of Victor.

The Creature and Victor, when they are on a walk, have a very revealing conversation in which the Creature points out how quick Victor was to grow attached to his more perfect man, and Victor doesn't deny it, he admits that he did in fact feel affection towards Proteus, although the meaning of it as the scorned past partner expressing jealousy over the love he didn't get while someone else did is largely subtext. When the Creature says that he's lonely, Victor answers 'I cannot love you' (paraphrase, because I can't find the exact quote right now) and the Creature, disillusioned, mocks him, 'I do not want what you cannot give' suggesting that Victor, by making himself a meek obedient man, is selfish, cruel, manipulating, and a coward, therefore could not have loved Proteus truly. Then again, Victor cannot bring himself to love his original Creature, because he's not the ideal man he envisioned and by then the Creature being too aware of his flaws of character. The Creature/Caliban/John Clare knows that Victor is 'monstrous', not just because he's someone who desecrates dead bodies, plays God and abandons his creation, but because of his queer desire. It's important that in the case of Penny Dreadful 'monstrosity' signifies many different things, literal (being a vampire werewolf, witch, and so on), metaphorical (bad deeds, like letting your son die a horrible death, cheating, killing etc.) and wholy subjective, merely condemned by ignorant society (Sembene's blackness, Brona's sex work, Lily's want to be equal or greater than men, Vanessa's want for sexual freedom, the Creature's ugliness, Angelique being transgender and other cases), so it's NOT that much of a stretch this time.

We also have the whole problem with Lily. Victor is so attached to Lily (who takes up both Elizabeth's and creature's bride parts in the novel) because he believes that only by possessing a good woman he'll be redeemed for his 'sinful' desires, but he's foolish to think that. This belief reduces a woman to a semi-maternal, semi-virginal angelic ideal with no sexual urges or agency, like virgin Mary. Lily is a true replacement for Victor's mother, and his imagined redemption. As long as she's similar to Proteus, in that she's not sexual, and pure like an angel. Yet Lily is not a woman in that sense. She is another of Victor's creatures, so she partially also takes over the role of the original Creature from the novel, a male. She's not an ideal of a Victorian obedient wife, she has power, or tries to have it, but power in the context of patriarchal society is masculine by nature. The moment she drops her pretenses of a weak delicate wife-like girl Victor does not want her like this. He doesn't want a woman that is sexually liberated, because he doesn't like women in this way, and yet, by being similar to the first Creature (from Victor's perspective, from hers John Clare is similar to Victor-a man, I could delve into Brona's sexuality, but later, this thing is already way longer than I intended) she's 'the man' he wanted.

There is also Henry. Henry Jekyll takes the role of his namesake in the novel, Henry Clerval, Victor's closest friend, and a character most often cited to have homoerotic tension with Victor. It's true that some of the eroticism might be accidental, stemming from the prevalence of homosocial interactions in 'Frankenstein' which in turn is a result of misogynistic nature of 19th century Genevian society and in-novel universe reflecting it, but like I mentioned before, it still feeds into the queer reading of the text and translates beautifully into Jekyll and Victor being both extremely misogynistic towards Lily and their mutual homoerotic tension. In the scenes where Henry purposes his plan to Victor he practically seductively purrs it into his ear, Lily becomes merely a female buffer that allows for that interaction, a female presence which is an excuse for male closeness (here I have a couple of examples actually: Dead Ringers, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, Scream (in a roundabout way, through murder) and a couple others, but that deserves its own article). I won't even mention more references to the novel, because that's a lot already.

Penny Dreadful, although I believe largely unintentionally, expands on what is already there through the changes it introduces in relation to the novel's plot. I have nothing else smart to say, I just think it's worth considering.

*I use the word 'queer', because that's the umbrella term we use in academic writing for years now and even our lgbt+ group at university is called 'queer', so don't come at me with stupid takes

#Penny Dreadful #queer readings #Frankenstein #Victor Frankenstein #lily frankenstein

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johnkrrasinski · 4 years ago

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be my baby;

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Pairings: bucky barnes x camgirl!reader (modern au)

Word count: 1,834

Warning: SMUT. sexy times, cuss words, masturbation, (female & male). MUST BE 18+

Summary: you were a camgirl and bucky barnes was your favorite regular client. what happens when you realized you were catching feelings?

a/n: this one’s written for @candy-and-writing‘s 1000 followers writing challenge. congrats girl! i chose the prompt “you’re fucking beautiful.”

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The screen of your laptop lit up, illuminating the dimmed room you were unchaperoned in. The ringing tone reverberated, waiting for you to accept the call, and the familiar face and those sapphire blue eyes emerged.

"Hey there, handsome." You coquettishly whispered.

"Hey, baby. You ready to make daddy feel good tonight?"

"Yes, daddy. I’m always ready for you." You writhed for the man on the screen.

Bucky had been one of your regular clients for three months now and he was irrefutably your favourite. Those hypnotizing blue eyes and that deep gravel voice, especially when he went into the full commanding mode, mandating you to please him; that smug look on his face when he triumphantly made you roll your eyes to the back of your head, and the way his gentle words would soothe you afterwards made you wish he was right there in the same room as you instead of being linked by internet access. Sometimes you'd think that you were falling for the man, but the stringent voice in your head would quickly clear those daydreams away saying, "no! you gotta be professional. He probably has a girlfriend or a wife in real life." (and you swear you didn't hear your heart fracturing at the thought)

"Good girl. Always so obedient for daddy, huh?" you nodded. "Now take off that bra and those panties, then lean back and spread your legs wide for me."

"Yes, daddy," you followed his orders; spreading your legs wide, putting each on the sides of your laptop, giving him a full display of your glistening cunt.

"Such a pretty cunt. Now, rub that clit for me, c'mon."

You slowly slid your fingers down from your bare chest, to your belly and then to the spot that he wanted you to touch. You made a circling motion on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You shut your eyes as you let yourself relish the pleasure. You whimpered with your mouth open and bit your lip to suppress it.

"Play with your tits baby." Your other hand move to your breast and you groped the globe and then you pinched the nipple. "Yeah, just like that. God, you're so fucking beautiful." You moaned at the piquant sting, and you rubbed your clit more furiously as you felt yourself getting more soaked. You felt the familiar bubble forming in your abdomen ready to burst in seconds.

"Can I cum daddy, please?" You whined as you kept playing with your breast and fingers nudging the bud.

"Not yet babygirl, now insert two fingers inside that cunt."

You did as he said, and shoved two digits through your tight entrance and you moved them in and out as you felt your fingers getting drenched, the squelching sounds elevated the eroticism in the scene.

"Keep one hand on your sexy tits baby, yeah fuck that cunt for me."

As you shut your eyes once more, trying to focus on stroking the spot that pushes you to the edge every time, you heard the sound of him unzipping his pants, and he pulled down his boxer to his thighs, just enough to let his massive cock spring free.

His fingers circled around his shaft, pumping himself up and down, as he kept his sight fixated on you, watching every movement you make, the way your face contorted in pleasure and your brows furrowed, and euphonious sounds escaping your lips, it riled his cock more and more, getting it as hard and as stiff as a rock.

"Goddamnit, you're so fucking gorgeous." He grunted through his ragged breathing. "Think of my giant cock destroying that cunt, using you like the dirty little slut you are." His words caused shivers cascading your spine, as you envisioned being pinned underneath him with you ass up in the air and your face squeezed to the pillow.

You squirmed as your cries grew an octave higher, picturing his hands wrapped around your throat as he pounded into you vigorously from behind, not giving you any mercy or repose.

"Gonna fuck you until you're braindead until you can't do anything else but beg for my cock to make you cum like a whore." You picked up the pace, shoving your fingers relentlessly and thrashed around on the sheets.

You felt yourself clenching around your own digits, the tightening coil was seconds away into plummeting you into bliss. "Oh god, please, I'm so close daddy, please!" You pleaded through your ragged breathing as you arched your back.

"Beg louder, baby."

"I need to cum now, daddy! Please!" Your heart pounded against your ribcage, a common aftereffect from your sessions with Bucky.

"Attagirl. Cum for me babygirl, show me what a dirty little whore you are for me."

A few more vehement onslaughts and your abdomen convulsed. Your orgasm erupted, clouding your brain with euphoria, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Your body shook as your cries echoed on the walls of your room.

Bucky was still running his hand up and down, reaching his own impending climax. He felt his cock twitching and in a few more pumps, he shot out ribbons of his thick load all over his stomach. He growled as he envisioned painting your womb white with his seed, burying himself deep inside you until every last drop was stored.

He threw his head back and cussed in front of the camera. It was truly a magnificent sight. Man, Bucky knew what he signed up for in the first place and that every girl on this website would keep it strictly professional and online but, the number of times he’d fantasized about taking you on a date to a nice restaurant and then bring you home afterwards to fuck you against the bathroom wall or in front of the mirror all night long would easily give you a reason to kick him out or conclude any sexual engagements with him in the future. Bucky was too madly infatuated with you to risk it.

You were the only thing he looked forward to after a long, dull day at work. You had an edge around you that just pulled him in like a magnet, once he had a taste of you, he was addicted. And he hadn’t even physically tasted you yet. God, he could imagine just how sweet you would taste on his tongue. But you were also capable of being the ideal submissive that he desired. Those doe eyes looking at him through the lens and the way you’d bite your lip innocently, teasing him like the devil. It drove him nuts. And he only longed for more.

Bucky always thought that he wasn’t the type to settle down in a relationship but, if he were, you would exactly be the type of girl that could make him change his mind. Sometimes within the one-hour sessions that he had with you, he would tell you about his day and get all the tension of his chest to you and you would be an excellent listener, always paying attention to every word and never failed to making relieve him of the stress. Along the way, you both felt like you had known each other better than most people that you interacted with in real lives.

Was he catching feelings for you? No, no, no, for fuck’s sake, get it together, Barnes! She only saw you as another of her client!

The thought of you exposing every inch of your body to other men and women caused an extreme detestation in him and it was bugging the hell out of him.

“You did good, babygirl.”

“Thank you, daddy. Do you feel good?”

“Absolutely.” His smile was warm, a contrast to the one that would show when he was tormenting you.

“Do you wanna talk about your day, daddy?”

“Nothing new. Just another boring day at the job.”

“Well, at least mine is the complete opposite.” You winked at him.

He chuckled, amused by your witty remark. Then it was quiet for a few seconds.

“Babygirl, I’ve been thinking…”

“Yeah? What is that, daddy?”

“I know I agreed that we’d keep it strictly professional but, goddamnit, I can’t get you out of my mind for the last few months now. And you’re just… God, you’re fucking amazing. So I was wondering, would you like to meet up? I’ll take you on a nice date, and I’ll pick you up wherever you are.”

You were tongue-tied. You’d always thought that Bucky was never interested to see you in person. You always wondered about him, composing fiction in your head, every night before you drift into a deep slumber, based on all the data that he decided to share with you. You always imagined about kissing him, being on your knees for him as you wrapped your lips around his manhood, and using your body like a ragdoll. Because that’s the only place where you could touch him and feel him.

And now here he was, asking you if you were interested in meeting him in person and go on a date with him. You know that when you first applied for this job, you vowed to yourself that you’d keep it strictly professional and that you’d never let your feelings defeat your common sense. But those oaths were disrupted since the day this job introduced you to Bucky.

You couldn’t decide whether you were grateful or woeful for that.

But now you knew that it was the former. Because everything you had dreamt of for the last three months came true and you were bubbling with joy. You were ecstatic, like a girl who had just been asked by her crush to go to prom with him.

“Yes, yes daddy! I wanna go on a date with you.”

“You serious?” His expression was elated.

“Yes! I’d love to know you more, daddy.”

“Oh man, I should’ve been more prepared, so… How about you give me your number and text me your address later? This Saturday, 8 PM. Sounds good?”

“Yes, daddy. It does.”

“Alright. God, I can't fucking wait to see that beautiful face in person… Oh and by the way, you don’t have to call me daddy when we’re not getting each other off, baby. You can call me Bucky. I love to hear the sound of my name rolling off your tongue.”

“Okay, Bucky.”

You exchanged number before you ended the session and you instantly texted your address. What an odd coincidence it is that you both lived in New York. He worked at Wall Street and he reminded you that he was going to be at your front door at 8 PM this Saturday. You were jittery, anticipating for the weekend. You didn’t know if he was going to be as wonderful as he seemed to be in real life or if the date would lead to something more between you, but one thing that you knew for sure was that you certainly needed to shop for a new dress.

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