#He's such an ugly little thing I love him so much
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military wife â jjk 18+
pairing: jeon jungkook x reader
genre: established couple
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jungkook: Baby, Iâm so sorry. I just found out⌠theyâre keeping us another month. Iâll call when I can. I love you more than anything.
i stare at the screen, a small part of me waiting for it to change. hoping another test saying just kidding.
i just sit there, in his old hoodie around me letting my head fall back against the pillow.
i thought i could make it. i really did. but the way it feels to read thatâlike my chest is being pressed in from all sidesâit breaks something small and quiet inside me.
i donât cry.
i just close my eyes and pretend heâs beside me, imagining his fingers brushing my cheek like he used to.
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four days later.
the apartment is still, sun barely creeping through the curtains.
"its just another month, i survived for 18, why am i acting like this?" i scoff at myself.
iâm staring out the kitchen window when i hear a knock.
heâs there.
jungkook. in his uniform. the look in his eyes is as iâm the only thing in the world he recognizes.
he looks⌠different. sharper. stronger. but also softer.
his smile is small. sad. full of love. âi lied.â
i donât think. i just move.
i throw myself into his arms, legs wrapping around him as he stumbles back with a small chuckle, "hi baby."
his hands are on my back, caressing my hair. my face is pressed into his neck, and i sobâugly, shaking sobs.
âi missed you,â i cry, fingers clutching his shirt like iâll die if i let go. âi missed you so much.â
âi know,â he breathes, his voice breaking too. âi counted every day. every second. you donât even knowââ
i pull back, just enough to see him.
his eyes are glassy. his lipâs trembling.
âyouâre really here?â i whisper.
he nods. âi wanted to surprise you.â
i press my hands to his face and kiss him like iâve been drowning without him. like his mouth is the first breath iâve had in months.
he kisses me like heâs trying to memorize me all over again.
we donât pull away for a long time.
and when we do, our foreheads stay pressed together, breaths shared in the stillness between us.
âi love you,â he whispers, so gently it shatters me. âso fucking much.â
authors note: just a little quickiee
#bts x reader#bts#bts jungkook#jungkook#jungkook scenarios#bts smut#bts fanfic#jungkook smut#jungkook ff#bts army
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âšââĄâ -> spoiled! actress! reader x bodyguard! dallas winston - sfw + nsfw hcâs.
ââââ ŕ¨ŕ§ ââââ
-> sfw.
⥠you two piss eachother off to no end! iâve talked about this before, but you both have certain habits that are just unbreakable. youâre a total shopaholic, and there have been several times where dallas has tripped over shopping bags on his way to piss at 2:00 am. he grumbles about it a bit, but he just keeps it pushing. we all know dallas is addicted to smoking, and he probably couldnât quit even if he wanted to, and it pisses you off BAD. not even the lung cancer part, but just the smell of cigarettes that seep into your clothes and house.
⥠despite how much you two annoy one another, you really donât get into serious fights as often as youâd think! you two mostly just complain for about 5 minutes before forgetting it even happened! you tend to freak out about stuff a bit more, but you get over most things pretty fast!
⥠you guys are around each other basically 24/7, so you both got comfortable really fast! obviously dallas isnât very vulnerable, but heâs more comfortable around you. think very domestic vibes between both of you. you live together, so it only really makes sense.
⥠dallas is very much a guard dog kind of guy! heâs always looking out for you, and doing little things for you. like carrying shopping bags or your purse around whenever you go out, holding your coffee, or paying for your stuff whenever you both go out (even if youâre the one putting money in his card LOL).
⥠dallasâ main love language is physical touch. in public heâs always wrapping an arm around your shoulder or waist, holding your hand as you drag him from store to store, or standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders or arms. at home, his touch is a lot more loving. dallas will have your legs basically intertwined watching a movie on the sofa, holding you in his arms after sex, you know the works!
⥠this ties back to the âannoying habitâ thing, but dallas kind of despises your style! not that he thinks itâs ugly, goodness no, you could wear a garbage bag and vogue would call it couture. itâs just he finds your skirts a little too short and your tops a little too low. when youâre out, heâs constantly pulling your skirt down and standing behind you to make sure there isnât some sleaze staring at your ass!
ââââ ŕ¨ŕ§ ââââ
-> nsfw.
⥠total goonfest 24/7. canât even make this up, but with exception to the dbf au, this probably is my freakiest au. honestly half of your dates are sex, or they end up being sexual in some way. like if you go out shopping and you give dally a little try on haul at home, heâs gonna end up getting his freak on LOL.
⥠as far as poses go, heâll try anything but i think heâs a simple guy. iâd say his faves are anvil, missionary, doggy, and cowgirl. dallas is almost always dominant, and i firmly believe he is a giver not a receiver. whenever the two of you do fuck cowgirl, he is still taking that control. his hands are holding your hips and heâs thrusting up into you nonstop.
⥠gives fire head 10/10 no notes here. it is his favorite thing if you squeeze your thighs tight around his head or if you pull on his hair whole heâs eating you out.
⥠obviously very rough and fast paced, but he is 100% down for slow sex too. just slow, controlled thrusts while making out! he also prefers to go slow if youâre having sleepy sex. like maybe he had a wet dream and he woke you up to âhelp him out.â
⥠tying this back to his sleepy sex kink, i think he has kinks for dacryphilia & hair pulling, too. he loves to see you cry as weird as that sounds, but when its tears out of pleasure. like dallas loves that and sees it as reassurance that heâs doing a good job.
⥠aftercare is pretty simple, but good! heâll clean you off by either wiping you off or showering (showering usually ends up in another round or two though). and dallas will cuddle you to sleep. either spooning or holding you in his arms until you both fall asleep. however if the two of you didnât have sex, donât expect cuddles LOL. that man sleeps like heâs dead!
ââââ ŕ¨ŕ§ ââââ
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The one that got away
Summary: Jensens POV.
Jensen is secretly in love with danneels best friend but does everything not to show her. Because he knows Danneel likes him.
Warning: Cheating, light bullying
First I want to start off by saying that this is a work of fiction. In no ways do I mean to harm or disrespect the Ackles family and their friends. I don't know what is happening in their life nor do I know their thoughts. By no means is this story implying I do.
Enjoy!

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I wasnât exactly thrilled when I heard weâd be carpooling. Nothing against Y/Nânot really. She was sweet, sharp-witted, a bit too honest sometimesâbut Danneel insisted.
âJust try it, Jen. She lives like, ten minutes from you. Itâs dumb not to.â
I grumbled but said fine. I didnât want to drive alone every morning anyway, not in Santa Cruz traffic and especially not before sunrise. Plus, I figured itâd be good for Danneel. She adored Y/N. Said theyâd been best friends since middle school, when Danneel still wore braces and thought eyeliner was a personality trait.
So yeah. Thatâs how it started. Me and Y/N. In the car, five days a week.
First week? I was cold. Not because I didnât like herâbut because I liked her too much.
Her voice had that confident, gravelly warmth like she'd smoked a pack of reds but hadnât. Her laugh was unfiltered. Sheâd crack open a Diet Coke at 7 AM and argue with me about music, politics, the best way to cook eggs. And I was gone.
But hereâs the thing. Danneel liked me. Like, liked me-liked me.
And Iâm not a jerk. Iâm not the guy who betrays the friend code. Especially not when itâs Danneel. Sheâs talented, funny, and I cared about her. Not romantically, not like thatâbut enough to want her happy.
And Y/NâŚ
She was just there. Always around. Always offering me gum or adjusting my collar on set or laughing too loud at some dumb thing I said when I wasnât even trying to be funny.
I started acting like a jackass, because I didnât know what else to do.
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PRESENT DAY â Y/Nâs apartment
She invited us over. Said she was hosting a âlow-key game night, drinks, maybe cards or some dumb group game.â
âCool,â Iâd muttered. âWhoâs coming?â
âJust us. You, me, Danneel... and Liam.â
Liam. That guy.
He was tall, like jared tall, wore that art-school beanie like it was surgically attached to his head. I hated him immediately.
Y/N opened the door wearing a black tank top tucked into high-waisted jeans, hair up in that lazy twist she always said âtook no effort.â Bullshit. She looked like she walked out of a Leviâs commercial.
âHey!â she beamed. âYou guys want margaritas or something?â
I shrugged. âGot whiskey?â
She squinted at me. âWhat is this, a Clint Eastwood movie?â
I smirked. She always got that one wrinkle between her brows when she teased me. I wanted to trace it with my thumb.
Danneel giggled next to me, and I snapped out of it. âMargaritas are fine."
The night passed in flashes.
Liam sat too close. Y/N laughed at his stories, but her smile didnât reach her eyes. Still, it made something dark and ugly twist in my chest.
âYou always dress like this when youâre trying to impress someone?â I muttered under my breath when we ended up alone in the kitchen.
She blinked. âExcuse me?â
âYou just... donât usually wear lipstick. Itâs new.â
âWow,â she said flatly. âThanks for noticing, Jensen. Wouldnât want to accidentally be attractive around you."
I winced. âI didnât mean it like that.â
âSure you didnât,â she said, walking away.
Danneel found me sulking ten minutes later. âYou good?â
âPeachy,â I said.
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FLASHBACK â CAMPFIRE, 3 WEEKS AGO
Santa Cruz gets cold at night, even in summer. We were out in Big Basin, camping in this little site Y/N found online. I donât even like camping. But she asked. Danneel begged. So I went.
I remember the fire crackling, smoke curling up to a velvet sky. Danneel sat beside me, knees curled up, clutching a mug of wine.
Y/N sat across from me. The flames lit her face gold. Her eyes caught the firelight, glowing amber like a secret.
She was talking to Liam âabout old horror movies. Something about The Thing being better than Alien. I didnât hear a damn word.
I just stared.
God, I thought. You donât even know, do you? You donât even have a clue what you do to me.
Danneel nudged my arm. âYou cold?â
I forced a smile. âNah.â
She looked at me, soft and hopeful. I didnât meet her eyes.
Because Y/N shifted then, tucked her hair behind her ear and laughedâloud, free, unashamed. And I was a goner.
I liked her. I really liked her
And she didnât have a clue.
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PRESENT DAY â Y/Nâs Apartment
After the warm welcome I sat like a statue on the couch, drink in hand, pretending not to watch Liam inch closer to Y/N every five minutes like a dog who thought he had a shot.
Danneel leaned into me more and more, practically in my lap now. She was nervous, I could tell. Her voice was higher than usual, laughing at everything. Her hand rested on my thigh. I didnât move it. Didnât encourage it, either. Just⌠let it sit there like it didnât make my skin crawl with guilt
Y/N looked across the room at me, her cheeks flushed from the wine. She was relaxed, smiling. Like this was a good night. Like nothing was wrong.
She had no clue what she was doing to me.
âOh my god, Y/N, do you remember this?â Danneel said, cracking open a photo album from high school. âLook at this one of Y/N with the pink streaks in her hair. You looked like Avril Lavigneâs chaotic twin.â
Y/N rolled her eyes. âI was fifteen.â
âFifteen going on âarrested for indecent exposure,ââ I said, sipping from my drink. âThat skirt shouldâve come with a parental advisory sticker.â
Liam laughed too loud. Asshole.
âOh come on, she was expressing herself,â he said, nudging her shoulder. âI think itâs badass.â
âOf course you do,â I muttered. âYou probably have a Pinterest board of young women in crop tops holding books theyâve never read.â
Y/N blinked. âWow. Thatâs... unnecessarily rude.â
Danneel giggled beside me, nervously. âJensenâs just cranky because someoneâs more interesting than he is tonight.â
âInteresting,â I said. âSure. Thatâs what weâre calling guys who talks nothing but sports and movies... interesting.â
Y/Nâs brow furrowed. âWhat is your problem tonight?â
âI donât have a problem,â I said, shrugging. âIâm just enjoying the show. You know, watching everyone fall over themselves pretending theyâre not trying to sleep with each other.â
Danneel stiffened beside me. Y/Nâs smile dropped. Liam, oblivious, raised his glass.
âTo honesty, I guess?â
Y/N shook her head. âOkay, I think weâve had enough of Jensenâs comedy hour.â
âI need another drink,â I said, standing too fast. My glass was still half full, but I needed the distance.
The kitchen lights were too bright. I stared down into the sink like it had answers. My hand gripped the edge of the counter just a little too tightly.
The slap of footsteps behind me was fast. Sharp. I didnât need to look to know who it was.
âYou seriously want to tell me what the hell that was?â Y/Nâs voice cracked through the room like a whip.
I sighed, not turning around. âWasnât in the mood for trip down memory lane hosted by you and Beanie Jesus.â
âYou were being an asshole. To everyone. But mostly me. And Danneel, who by the way, did nothing to deserve that!â
I turned to face her. Her arms were crossed tight, chest rising and falling with frustration. She looked furiousâand gorgeous.
âYou think I donât notice when you pull that crap?â she snapped. âYou were vicious, Jensen. Why? So you can mark territory be the bigger alpha?â
I stepped closer. âWatch it.â
âNo. I wonât watch it,â she said. âYou embarrassed Danneel in front of Liam, you insulted me like I was some high school slut with no self-awareness, and you made Liam feel like he was intruding just by breathing near me.â
âMaybe he was,â I growled.
She blinked, stunned. âExcuse me?â
I stepped closer, the anger bubbling over, boiling past the edges. âYouâre sitting there acting like this is some little tea party when Danneelâs practically in my lap and Liam is drooling all over your arm. And Iâm supposed to just what? Smile through it? Pretend I like it?â
âYes!â she shouted. âBecause Danneel likes you, Jensen! And if you had two brain cells to rub together, youâd realize that tonight was for her. She needed this. She wanted to spend time with you. And youâre too busy acting like a goddamn teenagerââ
âIâm not the one whoâs blind here, Y/N!â
âWhat?!â
âYou think Iâm being cruel because Iâm an asshole,â I said, voice low and shaking, "Because I hate Danneel and Liam in one room? No Y/N for all I care they jump eachother tonight!"
She froze.
But I didnât stop.
âIâve been holding it in every day. Every stupid car ride. Every set lunch. Every time I watched you laugh with someone else and act like I was just background noise.â My voice cracked. âAnd yeahâIâve been a dick. Because itâs easier to be angry than admit that I canât stop thinking about you.â
She opened her mouthâsome clever comeback, maybeâbut I didnât let her speak.
I kissed her.
Hard.
Fierce.
Like it was the last thing Iâd ever do.
Her mouth was soft, warmâbut she didnât kiss me back. She stood there, still, frozen against me like Iâd crossed a line I couldnât uncross.
Reality came crashing in like cold water.
I pulled away fast, breathing hard.
âIâm sorry,â I whispered, backing up like Iâd touched fire. âI shouldnât have done that.â
She didnât move. Didnât say a word.
I grabbed my keys off the counter, heart pounding.
âTell Danneel... whatever you want. That Iâm a bastard. That I got sick. I'm sorry.â
I turned on my heel and left the apartment without another word.
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FLASH FORWARD.
I wasnât prepared.
Not for the sound of her laugh echoing down the corridor, not for the way her silhouette caught the edge of the studio light, haloed in gold
Y/N.
Just standing there like no time had passed.
My whole body locked up.
âHey, Jensen,â someone called behind me, but it was like the rest of the room dimmed.
She turned slowly, a coffee cup in hand, scanning the roomâand then her eyes landed on mine.
I hadnât seen her in seven years.
Seven years since Y/N walked away from 10 Inch Hero. 5 since I married Danneel. Since I convinced myself I could erase the part of my heart that used to beat for her.
She froze when she saw me. Her lips parted slightly, shock flooding her expression, but she didnât look away.
Neither did I.
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We were both quiet when we finally spoke. Small talk, at first.
She told me sheâd moved around a lot. Got into special effects for a while, then makeup again. Told me she was freelancing. That she got out of a ⌠difficult relationship. That word hung in the air like smoke.
I told her I was married to Danneel. She nodded once, like it stung more than she wanted it to.
âYou look good, I knew she'd make you happy." she said, finally. But with a bitter smile.
âYou lookâŚâ My voice caught. I tried to keep it neutral. Failed. âBetter than I would have ever deserved.â
She laughed, but it was quieter now. Sadder.
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It was raining by the time we wrapped for the day. Vancouver skies pouring like they knew exactly how dramatic this shit needed to be.
âYou have a ride?â I asked her.
She shrugged. âRide share bailed. I was gonna call another.â
âIâll drive you,â I said before I could think twice.
She hesitated. âYou sure?â
I nodded. âYeah. Of course, for old times sake."
She sat beside me in the passenger seat, hugging her coat tighter. Streetlights flickered across her face, painting her in warm and cold alternately.
We didnât say much. Music hummed softly from the radio. She was still so her. Soft around the edges but sharp where it counted. Tired now, though. Like sheâd been carrying too much for too long.
She sighed and looked out the window. âYou know I thought about you a lot. About that night."
My hands tightened on the wheel.
âSorry I didnât reach out,â she continued. âBecause what wouldâve been the point, right? In the end.... You got married. You were happy.â
I didnât respond. Because I didnât know if I had been.
âI thought you got over it,â she said quietly.
If she only knew.
The rain had slowed to a mist. I pulled up by her curb. She unbuckled her seatbelt and looked at me. "Thanks for the ride,â she said, voice low.
âAnytime,â I murmured, eyes fixed on her. Her fingers hovered over the handle, then paused. âIâm sorry,â she whispered.
âFor what?â I asked.
âFor⌠everything I didnât understand back then. For not seeing it sooner. For waiting until now to talk to you.â
I swallowed the lump in my throat. âDonât.â
She turned toward me fullyâand suddenly she looked like that girl by the campfire again, the one I couldnât stop staring at.
I opened her door, we got out, but for some reason she stayed with her back against the car.
âI still dream about you,â I said out loud like a love sick puppy. But it was the truth.
I didnât have time to react before she leaned in and kissed me. It wasnât hesitant this time.
It was years of silence and heartbreak colliding in one motion. Her hand came to my jaw. My fingers tangled in her coat before I could stop myself.
When she pulled away, we both stayed thereâforeheads almost touching, breath mingling in the quiet.
âYou donât have to come in,â she whispered. "But I have Margaritas." I smiled I rather have a whiskey.
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The door shut behind me with a soft click.
I shouldâve walked away. I shouldâve said Iâm married and meant it like a vow, not a sentence.
But I didnât.
Because the second I looked at her standing in the soft amber glow of her hallway light, hair damp from the rain, lips parted, eyes on meâŚ
I knew.
Iâd never stop wanting her.
It was like time folded in on itself. One step inside her apartment and I wasnât married, or broken, or scaredâI was just a man whoâd spent years pretending he didnât love her.
And she was looking at me like she knew. Like sheâd always known.
She stood there silent, nervous. My coat was still clinging to me, rain still drying on my sleeves. And yet, all I could feel was the heat between us.
"You shouldn't be here." She said without remorse.
"Want me to leave?" I said while walking closer.
"No."
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We barely made it to the bedroom. Clothes were slow to come offânot rushed, not franticâjust reverent. Like every kiss was memorizing, every brush of her fingertips rewriting the years I lost.
My lips found her shoulder, her jaw, her collarbone. I kissed her like I was trying to undo the damage Iâd done. And she kissed me like sheâd never stopped waiting.
It wasnât desperate. It was deliberate.
The kind of lovemaking that said I missed you, I needed you, and Iâm still yours without ever speaking a word.
We took our time. Again and again.
And when it was done, we didnât move. My arm stayed around her waist, her fingers resting on my chest, tracing lines like she was trying to sketch my heartbeat into her memory.
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The sun slipped through the curtains like it was trying not to wake us.
I opened my eyes to find her still tucked beneath my arm, her cheek against my chest. The air was warm with quiet, thick with what came next.
She stretched a little, then looked up at me. "Morning."
After a long peaceful silence she asked.
âWhat now?â she whispered.
The question landed like a weight on my chest.
I stared at the ceiling, heart racing.
What now?
What now, when Iâm still married?
What now, when Iâve wanted you for years and now that I finally have you, I donât want to let go?
What now, when I donât know if Danneel deserves to be hurt, but you donât deserve to be lied to anymore?
I turned to her. My voice was hoarse. âI donât want to lie to you.â
âIâm not asking you to,â she said gently. âBut I need to know��� if this was just last night or once orââ
I cut her off. âNo. It wasnât just last night. Itâs never been with you.â
She exhaled, a shaky little breath. Her eyes searched mine.
âI want to be with you,â I said. âI know itâs going to be messy, she is... your friend, and I donât have all the answers. But if youâre okay with itâif you want this tooâIâm not walking away again.â
She blinked, stunned. âYouâd really⌠leave her?â
âFor you?â I said, brushing her hair back, hand trembling.
âI think Iâve been trying to be yours since the day I met you.â
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LITTLE MISS ŕźşâŕźť





vendetta!leon x afab!reader
WARNINGS: dead dove: do not eat, smut (mdni!), toxic relationship, dubcon, possessive behavior, manipulation, emotional abuse, degradation, overstimulation, choking, probably moreâŚ
Summary: Leon loves you with an intensity that hurts. No matter how hard you cry or how much you ache, heâll make sure you remember: youâre his, forever.
Notes: hii everypony !!! i kinda hate this one but it's been rotting in the drafts for a while so it's time for her to shine i guess...i promise i'm working on pt 2 of fratboy leon i just need a little more time !!! i hope you like this one. if you don't, i get it. take care my loves <33
Leon loved you in the only way he knew how. Ugly. Possessive. Bruising. He stood over you now, hands still tangled in your hair, your cheeks flushed and wet with tears. Not from painâŚnot exactly. From the way he kissed you like a punishment, from the way he shoved himself inside you like he was trying to brand you, like he could shove all his darkness deep inside and chain you to him.
âYouâre mine.â Leon rasped against your mouth, thrusting up hard enough to make the counter creak, to punch the breath from your lungs. âSay it.â
You nodded frantically, gripping his broad shoulders, your nails biting into his scarred skin. âIâm yours, Leon.â you choked out. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his pupils blown wide, his expression a twisted one caught between reverence and rage.
âThatâs fucking right.â he snarled. âNo one else touches you. No one else looks at you.â
You whimpered when he shoved in deeper, the swollen head of his cock nudging your cervix, the stretch almost painful. Almost. âBet you love this, donât you?â Leon gritted out, thrusting brutally. âLove it when I fuck you so hard you canât think.â You sobbed, tears spilling freely now, but you couldnât deny it. Your body clung to him, shaking with need, helpless against the way he was tearing you apart.
Leon laughed, a low, broken sound, and pressed a harsh kiss to your throat, his teeth scraping your skin, leaving angry red marks. âYouâre such a good little thingâ he muttered, hips slamming into you harder, making you cry out. âAlways so sweet. So easy for me.â He grabbed your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head against the cabinets, his other hand squeezing your throat just enough to make you gasp, your vision hazing slightly.
âYou think anyone else could fuck you like this?â he growled against your ear. âThink anyone else could even handle you?â You shook your head frantically, your body trembling under his punishing rhythm. âNo, Leon.â you sobbed, the words slurring together with broken, desperate moans.
âOnly you.â
His hand tightened briefly around your throat in approval before sliding down to grab your hips, forcing you to take every brutal, punishing thrust. âThatâs my girlâ he murmured, almost tenderly. âFucking bitch, ruined for anyone else.â
When you finally came, it was violent, you were a wrecked, whimpering thing, barely human. your walls clamping down so tightly around him that he lost control. Leon came with a low, guttural growl, hips jerking hard, forcing himself impossibly deeper, burying every last drop inside you like he was planting a flag. A low, broken snarl ripped from his chest, his hips slamming against you one final, brutal time. He stayed buried deep inside you, cock twitching, flooding you with his release. So much that you could feel it leak out around him, messy and hot.
But he didnât move.
Didnât pull out.
Didnât let you go.
Instead, Leon crushed your body against his, wrapping his arms around you so tightly it almost hurt. His forehead pressed hard against your shoulder, his breathing ragged. âDonât you fucking move.â he growled against your skin. âYouâre staying right here. Stuffed full of me where you belong.â You whimpered weakly, overstimulated, body aching, but you nodded, helpless to do anything else. He hadnât just claimed your body. Heâd broken you.
Leonâs hands roamed roughly over your back. Aggressively groping your hips, your thighs, like he was reassuring himself you were still here. Still his. His cock stayed buried inside you, softening only slightly, keeping his seed deep inside like a mark of ownership. âLook at you.â he muttered, pulling back just enough to stare down at you, flushed, ruined, teary-eyed. âFucking perfect. No oneâs ever gonna want you after this.â
You shook your head weakly, tears slipping down your cheeks. You didnât want anyone else. You just wanted him. Leon cupped your face roughly, forcing your eyes to meet his. âSay it.â he demanded. âTell me youâre mine. Tell me youâll never leave.âÂ
âIâm yours.â you sobbed, your voice barely a whisper. âIâll never leave you, Leon.â He kissed you then. His teeth scraped your lips, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, dominating you even in the kiss. When he finally pulled back, he was smiling, a dark, twisted smile that didnât reach his eyes.
âGood girl.â he murmured, voice thick with satisfaction. âMy pretty little mess. All mine now.â You thought maybe he would let you rest, but Leon had other plans.
Without warning, he rolled his hips again, his cock still inside you, half-hard but growing against your overstretched walls. You cried out, your whole body flinching. âYou didnât think we were done, did you?â he said darkly, pressing slow, shallow thrusts into your overstimulated cunt, making you squirm. âI need you to really learn who you belong to.â
âLeon, pleaseââ Your begging only made him grin wider. âShh.â he crooned mockingly.
âYou can take it, baby. Just one more for me, yeah?â
His hands slid under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly off the counter, carrying you toward the bedroom, his cock still locked inside you the whole way. You clung to him, dazed and wrecked, your head spinning. As he laid you down on the bed, Leon leaned over you, trapping you under his weight, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper, âYou can't leave me.â he said again, as if daring you to try. âNot now. Not ever. Youâre mine, and Iâll do whatever it takes to keep you.â
He started moving again, slow at first, dragging it out, building you up until you were sobbing. Leon was relentless. He wouldnât stop until you couldnât think of anything, anyone else but him. Until you became his.
Forever.
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The morning sunlight filtered weakly through the grimy blinds, painting pale stripes across the tiny kitchen. You sat at the table, legs tucked under yourself, wearing nothing but one of Leonâs old T-shirts, the one that smelled like him, the one he made you put on after he finished ruining you the night before.
Your thighs ached. Your throat was raw. You could still feel him between your legs, sore and messy.
Leon stood at the stove, frying eggs. He looked so casual, so domestic, like he hadnât spent the whole night using you like a cheap sexdoll. You watched him silently, heart hammering too fast for no reason. Maybe he could feel your stare, because after a moment he glanced over his shoulder, blue eyes catching you, pinning you.
A small, dangerous smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
âWhatâs the matter, pup?â he drawled lazily. âCanât even sit right after what I did to you?â You flushed, curling in on yourself instinctively. Your throat bobbed, but you didnât say anything.
Leon snorted under his breath. He plated the food, two eggs, two pieces of toast, and dropped the plate in front of you with a heavy clatter that made you flinch. He leaned down, crowding you against the chair, his rough palm sliding possessively up your bare thigh, squeezing too tightly, not enough to bruise, but enough to remind you who you belonged to. âEat.â he ordered. âGotta keep my puppy strong if Iâm gonna fuck you like that again tonight.â
You picked up the fork with trembling fingers. Forced yourself to take a bite under his watchful gaze. Leon stayed there for a moment longer, looming over you, his fingers idly stroking the inside of your thigh, tender and terrifying at the same time. âYouâre not leaving.â he said softly, almost conversationally, like they were simple words. âNot today. Not ever.â You swallowed hard. Nodded. You couldnât leave even if you wanted to.
Leon straightened up finally, ruffling your hair in a mockingly gentle gesture, before grabbing a beer from the fridge, at barely nine a.m. He popped the cap, leaned against the counter, and watched you eat with a dark, unreadable expression. Like he was daring you to even think about running.
And you sat there, obedient, broken, loved too much and not enough, the echo of his hands and his teeth still written into your skin. You were his now. You always would be.
No matter how much it hurt.
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Would you ever write a little fic about Henry and a ballerina reader, like professional? Not necessarily in one of your universes, and this is totally self indulgent. đа
hiiiiii i love this concept so much & struggled with trying to work it into something where henry is always henry, so i'm sorry it took awhile and I'm sorry it's short & there's so little henry in it. thank you for the request! i love getting them (:
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henry x fem!ballerina!reader
Unbeknownst to you, youâre on Henry Winterâs radar long before you ever speak to each other. Unbeknownst to Henry Winter, he is also on yours. Mostly because heâs the stiffest, most formal person to attend Hampden dance shows with any regularity, because few bother to consistently show up for ballet in rural Vermont. Henry Winter comes to every performance You arenât sure why, of course, but you like it. Itâs nice.
You first speak to him in autumn. Thereâs a chill in the air which you welcome, an excuse to layer thick, large sweaters over top of your dance clothes. It makes you feel delicate and light as it nips at your nose and squeezes your fingers. You relish it every chance you get, which is perhaps the problem. Because on the day you officially meet, youâre stiff in a way you canât stretch out. You only falter once, thankfully, and nobody seems to notice. Nobody save for him, of course.
You first speak to him backstage. His friend, a slender brunette with shifty eyes, is close with Sophie Dearboldâ another of Hampdenâs talented dancersâ and they duck back into the dressing rooms to say hello. It doesnât seem like Henry wants to be there very much, but rather has followed him to ensure that he doesnât dawdle too much. Maybe thatâs why he says it.Â
âYou were The Sylph, yes?â His handshake is intentionally gentle without compromising his strong, firm surety.Â
You nod with a smile. He studies you, expression bland and unreadable. His eyes feel like pushpins, you a flat magazine poster, with how they puncture through you. This alone is enough to begin to dismantle your confidence in self. Youâre acutely aware, suddenly, of the way your lashes have become unstuck at the outer corners. You can feel a flower, made of snow white silk, loosening at your hairline. The cold no longer feels welcome when it radiates off him.Â
âI hope your ankleâs quite alright,â He brushes a speck of glitter from his cuff, âYou didnât land that first sautĂŠ very well.â
You have fought through blood encrusted toes, black bruises of all shapes and sizes thanks to pas de deux partners that liked to drop you once out of an instructor's view, the spondylolysis you ignored against doctors recommendations two summers back. Itâs ugly and hard, but it has made it so very few people bother to make you feel unimportant; because you arenât. Youâre a good dancer. The best in your class. Still, this stiff giant that looks as though he belongs no less than a century in the past manages to do so with little effort.Â
Whatâs more, youâre not so much infuriated or vexed by this as you are enlivened to hold yourself up to a higher standard than before, braced to work impossibly harder. He has only pointed out your mistake, not unkindly, but it cuts through the protective tissue youâve bled to weave around your dancerâs ego as if its napkin paper. You feel awkward and heavy footed. You feel small. You feel incentivized to earn his respect, stretching towards it as though youâre a heliotropic flower, his approval the sun.
You throw yourself into ballet entirely, somehow becoming far more rigid, even over break, than youâve ever known anyone to be. Youâve always been dedicated, skilled, a good dancerâ one cannot work as hard as you do without rising to excellenceâ yet this is no longer enough. You become singleminded. In your most exhausted moments, one thing plays behind the blackness of your closed eyes like a film reel. His face, coarse and blank, as he criticizes your performance.
It is not recommended, by anyone, to push as hard as you are. You know this. Itâs risky and dangerous, a foolish thing for a dancer to do. Yet you push on anyway. You never miss a day, dancing from sunrise to sunset. Your tendons ache constantly, stretched beyond their mortal limits, but determination and spite win out.Â
When winter rolls around you no longer allow yourself to revel in the frigid air. You keep your muscles soft and hot beneath excessive layers, ready to dance at every moment. Itâs exhausting. Itâs worth it. Because youâve exceeded your own expectations, landing a role far more taxing than the last, and whatâs more: you dance it well.Â
Youâre unsurprised when you peek out into the audience before curtain call and spy him, spine straight as ever, in the middle of the audience. Heâs speaking with a white haired man to his right, ignoring the sloppy blonde to his left. In fact, youâre smug with the knowledge that there is no criticism he could give you tonight that wouldnât be fabricated.Â
To you, he is the only audience member. This alone propels you through each number as if youâre floating across the stage, flying as a baking sheet slides down an ice ridden sledding hill. Your movements are precise, muscles taut, smile wide. You donât mean to single him out, fixing your gaze on his face as your anchor as you begin to spin. But you do.Â
You watch him watch you as people begin to clap. Itâs electrifying, and yet you donât care. Their electricity doesnât matter. It is not their approval that you want; it doesnât compare to the liquid gold that floods your limbs with warmth when you see his stoicism crack for a fraction of a second. It doesnât compare to the sense of pride that swells within you as he begins to clap. Â
32 flawless fouettĂŠs. A feat many ballerinas fail to achieve. Still, you push yourself further. Still, this isnât enough. You strain against your own body, molding and breaking it as though it is little more than a machine, until Hampdenâs dance program can no longer hold you. You work until you have hollowed out every friend youâve ever had in Vermont and filled them back up with the sticky green caramel of envy.Â
In spring, you dance as Giselle, and he sends you seven soft pink roses. The note is simple. Two words: âWell done.â As though he knows, somehow, that youâve only worked so hard because of him. But you canât bring yourself to care. This is exactly what youâve wanted since fall, anyway. Youâve done it. Youâve proven yourself.Â
It feels good, in some ways, even if there are moments that the degradation of it all settles in with sickening clarity. Itâs agonizing and anti-feminist, so you donât lick your wounds away, you ignore them. You cover that empty ache behind your ribs with whatever leftover bits of tulle you can find and escort yourself to the commons for coffee and cigarettes.Â
You donât send him a thank you note right away. You canât find the words to, especially when one of your instructors approaches you about transferring to Juilliard next year. Because as awful as it is, without him, you wouldnât have such an opportunity.Â
Maybe itâs better that you donât, anyway, because a week later, during one of your shame addled coffee runs, there he is. He pays for your coffee, though you protest, and you sit on a bench together for awhile. Thereâs some talking, some silence. His gaze is still sharp and judgmental when he looks at you, but you think thereâs something else there, too. Respect, maybe. And though youâll be in New York come fall, something new begins to bloom alongside the dandelions nobody can seem to keep from sprouting from the lawn. And though youâll be in New York come fall, you let it.
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solas and ellana using their newfound ability to say i love you to each other as weapons
I had a stupid amount of fun writing this. Thanks anon.
Smutty one-shot below and also on AO3. Contains spoilers for Chapter 22 of Roots.
Ellana exhaled loudly as she stared up at the ceiling of her nearly empty apartment. Her mattress was on the floor now, after they'd disassembled her bed and watched the donation truck haul it away with the rest of her furniture yesterday afternoon.
They'd taken the train to Ostwick with empty suitcases in hand to pack up everything they could - the rest would be shipped or given away. She'd watched the color drain from the walls as they took down photos and artwork, and organized her books into heavy boxes that would cost a small fortune to send back to Lydes.
Solas had examined each object with the same intense curiosity he would apply to an artifact in the field. It was the sort of thing that would have sent Ellana spiraling into a paranoid crisis a few weeks ago. Now it struck her as mostly harmless - just Solas making his usual, thorough effort to learn everything he could.
She winced as the first hints of sunrise spilled through her now curtain-less windows. She wasn't going to be able to fall back asleep, especially not with Solas snoring softly beside her.
The problem really wasn't the snoring. It was sort of a problem - still so obnoxious that he actually snored too, since he'd made fun of her for doing exactly the same thing back when they were sleeping together but not actually sleeping together in Boranehnan. But this was just an annoyance and and not the actual point, Ellana reminded herself as she fidgeted on her back.
She'd spent entirely too much of the day watching Solas when she should have been working as hard as he was. It wasn't her fault he was so distracting. Yes, it was the middle of the summer but no one had told him to wear a pair of shorts that meant she lost time staring at the long lines of his calves each time he went up the stairs in front of her. Sure, she probably shouldn't find it so attractive that she could watch the sweat beading on the back of his neck and trace its slow path down between his shoulders and below his shirt.
And, what, was she not supposed to watch the flex in his forearms, the delicate bones of his hands suddenly prominent each time he lifted something heavy? He spent the whole day lifting heavy things and she certainly wasn't some Chantry sister who could turn away from the sight. (Maybe that comparison was a bit outdated, Ellana thought. Sister Jeanne would have done the same thing in her shoes, if not worse.)
After becoming a little more used to Solas being in grabbing proximity at all times, Ellana had gradually begun to identify the degrees of how badly she wanted him from one minute to the next. While he was wearing his ugly hat that she'd bought him in Vyrantium (as he'd done yesterday when they took a short walk to pick up lunch), it was on the lower end of the scale. When he made one last climb back up to her apartment after loading the truck, and then immediately stripped off his shirt and sat down on her mattress with his legs spread and his elbows perched on his knees while his chest heaved âŚ
Breathe, idiot, Ellana told herself.
⌠and then she'd handed him a glass of water and watched as he tipped his head back and the muscles in his throat stretched and she thought she should absolutely go lick him from the base of his neck to the tip of his chin and âŚ
BREATHE! IDIOT! she thought again. She tried, but it sounded embarrassingly like panting, and that just made her even angrier.
She should have fucked him last night, and it was her own fault that she hadn't. In the process of packing yesterday, she'd discovered a new way to distract him and had then immediately gotten too greedy with it.
It started when she realized she still had clothes to pick up from the dry-cleaners she used down the street. They had a (supposedly) strict policy of only holding items for a month, but in reality they never got rid of anything. Ellana had pushed the point before but never for quite this long and was not looking forward to the lecture she was going to get from the elderly dwarven couple who ran the place.
"Solas?" she called from the kitchen.
A muffled "Yes?" came from her bedroom. Ellana peeked around the corner, dry-cleaning ticket in her hand, and found him disassembling a bookcase using tools he had thankfully thought to bring with him from home.
He looked particularly exasperated by whatever he was currently doing with his screwdriver when he turned his attention to her. "I thought you were cleaning out the kitchen."
"I was. Am. But I found this," she held up the ticket, "and, well, would you be willing to do me a favor?"
Solas very pointedly stared at the bookshelf before he slowly slid his gaze back to her.
She swooped in, gave him a quick hug, and then whispered "I love you" in his ear. He was smiling when she released him, his hand lingering on her elbow to keep her close.
"What's the favor?" he asked with cheerful resignation.
He returned with her clothes half an hour later, after getting an earful from the woman behind the counter. Apparently her attitude shifted when Solas informed her that Ellana was moving and would no longer have need of her services. She quickly forgot her earlier complaints, and had insisted Ellana should stop by in person to say her goodbyes.
"Is this how you manage to charm people so easily?" Solas asked, and Ellana felt herself blush at the compliment, foolishly baited into thinking there wasn't more to his question. "By having someone else handle the tasks that might paint you in a bad light?"
"It might be now," she said, baring her teeth in something like a grin. "I know you love me too much to ever paint me in a bad light - literally or otherwise - so I can trust you with this kind of thing."
She watched his expression war between affection, amusement, and annoyance. And that was really the worst thing that could have possibly happened, at least in terms of dissuading Ellana from doing it over and over again, because seeing Solas befuddled was her second favorite way to see him. (The first, obviously, was naked.)
When he eyed her dead houseplants and wondered aloud why she'd bothered to buy them when she was rarely at the apartment, she grabbed the back of his head and gave him a deep kiss that had him running his hands down her hips and chasing her mouth after she abruptly pulled away.
"It must be so embarrassing for you," she said, "to be so in love with someone who can't even keep a potted fern alive."
Ellana could see him composing replies in his head before she turned her back on him to gather up the dead plants that adorned her windowsills.
She'd come up with at least half a dozen other variations by the time they finally lay down, each more hilarious than the last. It was a wonderful diversion, Ellana thought, a way to tell him she loved him without the words feeling so enormously terrifying, and it also guaranteed he would heave irritated sighs at her. An absolutely perfect combination.
She twisted to face him on the mattress, running her hand down his chest until she reached the hair below his navel. She lingered there for a long moment, tracing gentle lines back and forth across his skin. Solas hummed softly, his eyes already closed, as she dipped her fingertips below his waistband.
"Ellana." He mumbled her name like he was half asleep, but he was quick enough to catch her hand with his own. "I'm exhausted. Are you not as well?" he asked as he blinked his eyes open.
Maybe she was, a little, but now it felt like she needed to prove a point.
"I'm tired but ⌠I love you." She said it as softly and sweetly as she could without making herself sick, widening her eyes as she looked into his.
Solas shook his head. "You must know I'm aware you've only been saying that to get what you want."
"Well not only," she objected. "But you keep doing what I want every time I say it, so what's my incentive to stop?"
He pulled her against him suddenly and it was all Ellana could do to keep up with the feverish pace he set. She gasped when he swept his tongue into her mouth, and was caught completely unprepared when he pressed his thigh between her legs. She rocked forward immediately, seeking the friction he offered, only to discover he didn't intend for her to do it herself.
He gripped her ass with firm determination, pressing her cheeks together each time he pulled her forward and spreading them again when he dragged her back. His fingers curved close to her core without ever actually touching her there, a maddening tease that only made her rut more desperately against him.
She tried to arch her back, to angle herself how she needed, but she found she could not pull away from his mouth. Each time she attempted, he caught her lip with his teeth, or moved a hand to the back of her head, or pulled her closer until her breasts were pressed up against his chest. She was overwhelmed, the ache between her legs nearly unbearable as he dragged her forward again and again, her soaked underwear an infuriating barrier between her skin and his.
She was close, panting into his mouth and grinding slick onto his thigh, when he stopped all at once. He withdrew his tongue, withdrew his leg, and Ellana moaned little objections as he made space between them on the mattress. Solas swept her sweat-slick hair away from her face and gave her a soft, sympathetic smile.
"I want you to tell me you love me, even when you have ulterior motives for doing so," he said. "But should you require incentive to stop, know that I love you too much to do the same."
He touched his lips chastely to her nose, then rolled over onto his other side before she had time to fully register what he'd done.
Ellana scooted closer to his back, struggling to catch her breath.
"You are such an asshole," she hissed. She felt, more than heard, him chuckle, his shoulders shaking against her.
She fought with herself - desperate to touch him and certain she could persuade him to fuck her without resorting to words at all, but also incensed by the realization that it was exactly what he would expect. She was not about to give him that satisfaction, even if it meant denying her own.
Solas fell asleep before she could decide what to do. The moment she heard his breathing slip into a steady rhythm, she dipped her hand between her legs and finished herself in a few quick movements, biting her lip so she wouldn't wake him. It was an entirely anticlimactic edge, and she toppled over it so quickly she had no time to enjoy it, imagining his cock inside her but clenching around nothing at all.
When she was done, she rose from the mattress and suffered the indignity of rifling through one of the stuffed suitcases in the darkness to find another pair of underwear. Then she'd lain down again and stared up at the ceiling, every bit as frustrated and furious as she still was now.
He is such a fucking asshole, Ellana thought once more as turned her head toward him, examining his profile in the dim morning light.
Solas was on his side, facing away from her, as he had been all night. His lips were parted slightly and she could see the scatter of freckles below his left eye that were her absolute favorites out of all the those she knew of on his body.
Get a fucking grip, she told herself. That is not the point right now.
She thought maybe, with some distance from what had happened last night, she could finally touch him without wanting to strangle him - though, really, it could go either way.
She turned so her chest was against his back, then slid her hand down his ribs. She paused at the dip of his waist, continued along the firm curve of his hip, and willed him to wake. When he still didn't stir, she gently worked her fingers into the crease between his hip and thigh and kissed her way across the back of his neck.
"Mmm," he groaned.
"Wake up," Ellana said, before kissing his neck again, this time adding an impatient scrape of her teeth.
He gasped in what sounded like shock, which really wasn't her intent but it would do for now.
"What time is it?" he murmured, as if he had the audacity to still be tired when she'd gotten far less sleep than he had and spent most of the night half awake, wishing he would roll over and slip himself between her thighs.
"Early enough that we can spare a few minutes before we finish what's left," she said, wiggling her fingers against his leg.
That, finally, got him to notice her hand, but he did not respond at all how she wanted. He took in a deep breath and tried to roll away from her, onto his stomach. She splayed out her fingers and held him in place, pulling herself as tight as she could against his back.
"You can't still be tired," she said.
"I assure you, I can."
"How? You slept all night."
"After I spent yesterday climbing those stairs a few dozen times and disassembling every piece of furniture you own."
"It's not like you did it alone," Ellana protested.
(He mostly had, though, while leaving her to the easier tasks of folding clothes and sorting through books. But she'd provided crucial support - sometimes in the form of a second pair of hands and sometimes by teasing him with running commentary about how hot his ass looked when he bent over. She had been an essential part of the process.)
"Of course not." He was just trying to appease her. "But I am exhausted, regardless."
"That was your line last night."
"It's not a line. And it is still true."
Solas yawned and stretched an arm above his head, the movement just enough to force her thumb lower, through the patch of hair she'd been playing with and onto his cock.
He did that on purpose, she considered. And then she realized she didn't care and wrapped her fingers around his length.
The soft "Oh" he exhaled sounded surprised enough, so maybe he actually hadn't meant to deliver himself directly into her waiting hand.
That's fine too, she thought as she pressed her lips to the back of his neck again. She loved touching him like this, while his skin was still soft as velvet, though she only had a moment to appreciate it before he began to harden to her touch.
"Ellana. I -"
"Shh," she whispered into his ear and felt the shudder that ran from his shoulders all the way down his back and then lower. "You don't have to do anything. Let me."
"And ⌠and if I should decide I want to do something?" His breath was coming out in amusing little puffs now, punctuating his words.
"You're thinking too much." She kissed the tip of his ear. "I love you and I want to do this for you."
That one's OK, Ellana told herself.
She realized after what he'd pulled last night that she should maybe back off just a little from teasing him with I love yous. That she was budging on this at all, considering how much fun she'd had flustering him all day, was worrying - Solas had correctly guessed that denying her a satisfying orgasm was a very effective rebuke.
He relaxed into her hand and his head fell back toward hers. She stroked him unhurriedly, her touch featherlight as she dragged her fingertips up and down his length. It wasn't long before he grew impatient for more. His quiet moans and the way his chest shuddered with each exhale were evidence enough, even before he rocked his ass back against her hips.
She took some pity on him then, rubbing her thumb up along the smooth skin of his head until she found him leaking at the tip. His hips jerked forward and Ellana grinned against his back as she took him properly within her grip.
Solas threw his arm back over hers, digging his fingers into her leg as she began to move faster. He twisted his mouth to the crook of his arm as the noises he made grew needy, thrusting up into her hand and then back against her hips again. She gripped him as he liked, whispered little encouragements into his ear, and ignored the sting in her forearm as she moved her hand as quickly as she could.
He came with a cry, her fingers suddenly slick and warm, and she worked him through the last of it until he released his tight grip on her leg. She rested her head on his shoulder and listened to the beat of his pulse, pleased to think she was the reason his heart was pounding so vigorously.
When his breathing had settled a few minutes later, he rolled away from her, stood, and took a step toward her bathroom.
"Where are you going?"
Shit, she thought. That came out a bit like a whine.
"To get ready," Solas replied with a suspiciously casual shrug. "We still have plenty to do before we can leave, especially if you want to stop for breakfast."
"But âŚ"
Oh, she realized. She was truly fucked now. She had, after all, explicitly said she didn't expect anything in return. And that was sort of true. But she had also just assumed that once they started he'd have one of his moments where his nose crinkled and he looked at her very seriously and she knew he was about to spend as long as it took making her come as many times as he could.
"I want to feel you inside me," she blurted out with absolutely no preamble and entirely too much desperation.
It almost worked. She saw it in the way his gaze dipped down to her mouth, how his lips suddenly parted, the sharp intake of breath that filled his chest. And then she watched his expression shift as he shut it down. She would have yelled if she didn't think he would find that even more gratifying.
"I would love that as well," he said. "Perhaps once we arrive home."
Ellana could feel him slipping through her fingers - or, more accurately, she realized she was not going to feel his fingers slipping into her cunt.
Do NOT give in, she thought, even as she squeezed her thighs together.
"I'm not going to beg you," she told him with haughty certainty, her nose tipped up and her lips pursed.
"Nor should you." Solas turned back, kneeling beside her. "My love, you needn't beg for anything."
He cupped her cheek with his hand and Ellana felt her jaw go slack. There was something in his tone that made her feel like she was perched on a throne rather than sitting atop a mattress on the floor in an empty apartment. She wanted him between her legs murmuring my love into her thighs.
"Particularly when begging would not change my mind," Solas finished with a kind smile.
Ellana blinked at him.
"You are such an asshole," she bit out through clenched teeth. "You have no idea what you've started."
"I think you'll find that I do."
He dipped his head to press his mouth against hers, then pulled back too quickly for Ellana to sink her teeth into his bottom lip.
"When we get home, I'm going to f-"
"Please. Do not tell me your plan," Solas said as he stood. "It will be such an enticing distraction to imagine during our - what is it? - five hour trip back to Lydes."
She flopped onto her back on the mattress, releasing an infuriated grunt.
"I love you," Solas called from across the room.
"I'm going to murder you," she called back.
"You wouldn't. You love me ⌠as you've told me so many times now."
He shut the bathroom door and Ellana thrust her hand between her legs, picturing with self-righteous outrage the exact shape her revenge would take.
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Let's talk 'Dot and Bubble'
I am here with you today because I need to talk about my love for the horribly fucked up DW episode that is Dot and Bubble.
The base story by itself is already pretty terrifying: people are being eaten alive, unable to call for help or even warn anyone else. And from what we can see, itâs a slow, painful and horrifying death. On top of that, we then find out that that many of the colonists being eaten are basically children.
For most of the episode, we follow the Doctor and Ruby as they try to save Lindy â somebody who we soon learn is clearly a terrible person. But they still try to save her, because thatâs what they do. Then we meet Ricky â the first genuinely likeable character. Heâs brave, kind, and a stark contrast to Lindy. They even have some chemistry between them. For a moment, weâre lulled into thinking that maybe things could take a turn for the better.
And then Lindy fucking murders him, someone she idolised, to save herself. Worse, she shows little to no remorse for it. In that moment, we get the full, awful picture of who she really is. And as it turns out, thatâs only just the beginning.
The twist drops â and suddenly, everything clicks. Why Lindy blocked the Doctor so instinctively, but listened to Ruby. The seemingly offhand lines like âI thought you just looked the sameâ, or âHe���s not as stupid as he looks.â What initially came across as elitism or ignorance is revealed for what it really is: racism.
Ruby, of course, is horrified. Sheâs ready to walk away in disgust. But the Doctor literally begs them to let him save them anyway. Because again â thatâs who he is. He will always try to help people, no matter how much they hate him.
And they still refuse. And hereâs the kicker: their homeworld is destroyed, and everybody else in Finetime is dead â they are likely the last of their species. These people are so thoroughly brainwashed by their obsession with racial purity that they choose likely extinction over accepting help from someone they see as âimpureâ. They would actually rather die than let the Doctor help them.
Then the episode just ends like that â no soaring Murray Gold score, no hopeful resolution. Just the Doctor screaming in raw, hopeless anger. All their efforts have been completely futile. Everybody they tried to save is going to die, and there is nothing more that they can do. They have no choice but to walk away.
This ending leaves you with so many questions â would things have been different if Ricky had survived, since he showed no prejudice? Could Lindy have made a different choice if she hadnât been surrounded by people who affirmed her beliefs? What was actually going through her mind as she sailed away, her expression hinting at doubt â did she even realise what she was choosing? And what kind of horrifying fate would she inevitably end up meeting?
But worst of all â how many people has the Doctor saved in the past who would have refused his help now?
So many people dismissed the message of this episode as âPhones badâ when it came out, but I believe thatâs a massive misinterpretation that misses the entire point. This episode is about how insular, digital spaces foster racism and bigotry. Itâs about people living in echo chambers, so detached from reality that theyâre unable to see the truth even when itâs literally clawing at their door. Itâs about how something as ugly as white supremacy can hide behind pretty interfaces, pastel aesthetics, and the soft voice of someone like Lindy.
In my humble opinion, itâs genuinely one of the most cleverly written episodes of Doctor Who. And in an era of the show that was often bloated with clumsily handled social commentary, it was a terrifying and relevant commentary on the social media hellscape that we are living in right now.
#doctor who#dot and bubble#series 14#fifteenth doctor#15th doctor#ruby sunday#lindy pepper bean#ricky september#doctor who meta#doctor who discussion#doctor who discourse#this episode actually ruined me tbh#i needed to sit for a while and just think for a bit after I first watched it#rtd2#rtd2 era#this took me way too long to write
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Kinito my beloved little freak
Bonus NUH UH gif:
#kinitopet#kinito the axolotl#kinito fanart#He's such an ugly little thing I love him so much#I want to squish him
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GET LOVED, IDIOT
GET LOVED SO HARD YOUR KIDS HOLD HANDS AND POWER-OF-LOVE YOU BACK TO LIFE
sorry guys, this is just my brain now. this is going to be the only thing I think about for the next week at least.
oh and also this
FIVE YEARS IN AND IT'S FINALLY CANON đđđ
WE DID IT
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 part 13 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 part 13 spoilers#oh my god it had everything i wanted AND MORE#...except the hook for 8 which ironically was the only one i was 100% sure was guaranteed to happen#well whatever i am too busy floating in this pool of delicious diasomnia tears#SO MANY TEARS#malleus' voice acting was absolutely đ¤ delectable đ¤#him and silver both are usually so reserved you don't even notice until suddenly FULL-ON UGLY SOBBING#IKANAI DE KURE LILIAAAAAAAAAAA#god. i have so much i need to draw. malleus in his little royal outfit...#ENDLESS MELEANOR F O R E V E R#(ah...meleanor and the knight of dawn are holding hands... :) you've reconciled... :) how lovely...)#(oh...and bauru is here too...)#can't believe poor sebek got 'and also you're here'-ed even at a time like this#that rhythmic was SO cute i'm gonna die. he's your son so it should be â¨PINKâ¨#ugh this update has spoiled me absolutely rotten. i'm so happy#though i kept waiting for that silver vanrouge and finally decided it wasn't going to happen#then got the 'there is one thing...but it's not a gift that malleus-sama can give...'#and THAT'S WHEN THEY DID THE HOTFIX UPDATE AND I GOT BOOTED#and then i KEPT GETTING ACCESS ERRORS DUE TO HIGH VOLUME đ#twst NO i didn't need that tension to be heightened thank you#on the other hand when malleus started his proclamation with 'in the name of the draconias...' i did have a second#where i was briefly convinced they were going to do the funniest possible thing and make silver draconia canon after all#anyway i'm out of tags so we'll have to discuss malleus' absolutely bonkers-cuckoo choice of party venue later#now i gotta get back to constantly rewatching the moment he realizes he's accidentally killed lilia. his weeping is my sustenance.
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May I ask what were the best transformers media you ever saw/read?
Well Transformers Prime, Transformers 1986 and IDW comics are having the first place thatâs for sure
And then the second place is kind of shared by Fall of Cybertron, Exodus, Prime wars trilogy, Robots in disguise(2001) and Transformers One.
The third place goes to G1, Animated, Earthspark, Armada, War for Cybertron Netflix series, Aligned Robots in disguise, Bumblebee, Rise of the Beasts and Cyberverse because I only liked some little parts of them.
And then I also saw some of the Bay movies, Victory and Headmasters and didnât like them at all.
Separate first place for J-Decker. It is not exactly Transformers but it is a show about giant robots and I loved it

#call me weird for placing cheap ugly shows above Earthspark and Animated#but the thing is#I have when the whole narrative revolves around human kids#*hate#Iâm allergic to them#Prime wars trilogy had one of the worst face rigs I ever saw#but it also had Overlord teaming up with evil Rodimus and Megatron being funniest mf alive#Armada is straight up infuriating imma be honest#Armada is like#Au where all the weapons work only once and then just create some glitter#I actually have SO many thoughts on Armada. like. as a writer#the way they keep reusing the same plot 3000 times is borderline impressive#OH War for Cybertron from Netflix was such an experience!#It was so painfully boring and stupid sometimes#but the other times. ooooouuufff. The scene where some nameless decepticon gives Megatron a little tour to show him how him and his friends#-work so hard for the cause??? THAT SHIT HIT HARD#âŚ.also I pretty much only like the Quintesson apocalypse arc from the entire Cyberverse#Transformers Victory is fun until you actually hear them speaking#the concept of Star Saber adopting a human child and raising him and then#going to human school as his legal guardian being like âyeah sure I can sign all your tiny ass documentsâ#itâs hilarious but unfortunately all the writers of that anime were snorting cocaine because WHY all the characters talk like that#Animated was fun for me only near the end. Idk what to say. Iâm not a fan of any drama centered around humans#things got interesting when Cybertronian government got involved#Earthspark is WHOLE giant topic ahahah. I liked Twitch. sometimes. I also liked Grimlock while he had voice lines. Prowl was fun.#everything else needs and essay haha I donât wanna annoy anyone#OH I also watching Tf Cybertron right now and this shit is UGLY. they have NO RIGS. THEY HAVE ONE EXPRESSION EACH#but for some fucked up reason I love it. they got the guy named Landmine who only can have (-_-) face.#their Megatron actually respects Starscream so far and regularly gives him positive reinforcement??? I heard words âexcellent job Starscrea#and went WAIT WHAT#Anyway. If you ask me to ramble about media you get a word tsunami. I have a lot to share
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#web weaving#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#itadori yuuji#yuuji... oh yuuji#can you tell im being a little biased here? this one's a lil more elaborate i think#what to say about itadori yuuji#the boy who became a monster; the heart that would stop beating before it could rot; the child who grew up too fast#the victim of his own best intentions#yuuji is i think the perfect intersection of guilt and grief and rage and love#he hates himself but he loves others more#he has a monster inside of him but maybe it never consumes him because hes used to the monster#maybe he already carried it with him long before sukuna and his fingers#the beauty of itadori yuuji to me is that he knows the ugliness of the world#he knows pain and grief and rage and hate and fear#he can be brutal#he understands sukuna's cruelty because hes wielded it just as much as hes been pinned through by it#itadori yuuji knows darkness and monsters#the thing that makes him such a driving force and so beloved of so many#is because he doesn't let himself succumb to it#he tries not to resent his suffering and forces himself to look forward; he perserveres through loneliness and smiles through grief#he remains kind#he laughs#he loves#he struggles and cries and screams and breaks down#but in the end he gathers himself he breathes#and he takes one more step#thats his choice: in the face of all the odds and all the bitter flavours the world has to offer he says#no#if i cannot be good i will be kind
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BEACH OUTFIT đĽđĽđĽđĽ
He used to surf the web back in 98'.
#the clothes were so difficult for no reason i kept having to edit them#i actually really like this one lol#cunty uncle type thing going on#Also i love the HC that he as a plush tummy thats so cute and im stealing it#i was about to give him flipflops until i realized he cant do that#He had a dolphin print shirt but it looked ugly with the shorts and i really wanted the striped shorts lol#deltarune spamton#spamton#spamton g spamton#spamton fanart#deltarune#deltarune chapter 2#i think it looks fine but still i hope it comes across he's resting his right arm on an invisible prop for the pose lol#there was a small little fella in the back of my mind who wanted to put him in a two piece but i couldnt sorry lmfao#edit: I forgot to write this out but I wanted to put it on any post bc i dont want to post a txt post just for this#but honestly he's gotta be some flavor of queer.#It doesnt matter to me which type all that much but I HC that even though he probably is#he has never been in a relationship and i dont think he ever will#he is so full of himself and he's kind of an ass tbh. That and i doubt he trusts anyone with what he's gone through#even if he got time to heal i dont think he'd ever trust someone enough to make a real relationship that way#Thats it thanks for coming to my ted talk#if you opened the tags here's your secret paragraph & im not sorry#BuwheArt
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i fucking hate him
#ugly beast that cost me âŹ80#came over a week earlier than the earliest possible date of delivery#bitch i wasn't ready for your ugly ass#all things considered. the attention to detail is amazing on this#like everything there and even his hair is tye right shape and has the right amount of spikes#he only has his bracelet on his left hand#his necklace has the clamp on the back#his mouth is even crooked#unfortunate that he looks like he wants to kill himself#HE IS SO FUCKING UGLY#IM SO GLAD I SPENT SO MUCH MONEY ON THIS BASTARD /silly#he is very soft and nice though hes made from a lot of different fabrics#he is a worthwhile purchase if you can find one for under âŹ90 and you're insane about piers#hes VERY high-quality hes a great display piece <- collector of display plushies#only thing is that he doesn't have any of those plastic beads in in him and hes very top heavy so he doesn't sit great#VERY heavy for a plush with no little plastic beads#hes also a keyring for some reason!#but yeah very high quality plush his face is just very unfortunate#ok i can stop being normal now#GRRRRRRRDRRR RAHH I LOVE HIM#THROWING HIM AT MY FUCKING WALL SEVEN TIMES REPEATEDLY#MAKES A FUNNY NOISE BECAUSE HIS MASSIVE FUCKING HEAD IS SO HEAVY FOR SOME REASON#KEYRING CHAIN MAKES FUNNY NOISE IF YOU SHAKE HIM REAL HARD#piers plush review. thank you for your time#most normal piers fan#i give him a 061/10#pokemon sword and shield#pokemon swsh#pokemon#piers pokemon
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It has been requested (@awfullybigwardrobe44 đ) that I provide an update on How Things Are Going With The Young Man, and thereâs so much I could say that it all kind of cancels itself out (Iâve been journaling like a madwoman lately), but yes, I think things are going well. I still can't believe any of this is happening, I am not the kind of person that this kind of stuff is supposed to happen to đ We have gone on several more dates, one of them a day-long fishing trip, and itâs been lovely and I just think he's delightful and I really like being with him. I still have a lot of shyness to overcome, but considering how intensely terrified I used to be of him I think Iâve made excellent progress đ Iâve seen less of him lately because heâs extremely busy with work and especially school but we text a lot and this weekend weâre planning to go to dinner and then the symphony after that (I bought the tickets and I can tell it's driving him nuts that I finally paid for something myself but ahaha it's too late there's nothing he can do about it now) đ
#if you could pray that heâs able to focus and get everything done that he needs to while still hopefully taking decent care of himself#and if you could pray for me#this is all bringing up or maybe just intensifying a staggering amount of sadness and insecurity for me#i always thought falling in love (if thatâs what iâm doing and i suspect it might be) would be a light bouncy thing#but itâs not itâs so heavy#and maybe thatâs mainly the anxiety iâm anxious about so many things most of them stupid#iâm so much less scared of heartbreak (although make no mistake iâm very scared of that) than i am of awkwardness and embarrassment đ#also i think he's much better looking than me and it makes me legitimately sad sometimes#i would feel so much better if he was ugly darn it đ#anyway iâll end this tag monologue with some fun details:#we have this thing where i call him young man (because again he is somehow six years younger than me)#and he calls me little lady which i think iâd hate from anyone else but from him itâs cute#i finally beat him at cribbage once#and when i asked him suspiciously if heâd let me win he said emphatically that he would never let anyone win at cribbage#he can rant beautifully about the dumbest silliest things (xylophones and hang-gliders and chipotle being a few examples)#iâve borrowed his coat twice and snuck a little note into a pocket each time but i want to get weirder with it if i ever borrow it again#so i got a worm on a string and a few weird little etsy trinkets#(ladybug magnets and a minuscule framed print of a horse and a figurine of a frog wearing a cowboy hat)#i am taking suggestions for other things i could sneak in there
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This might be a hot take(?) but i do like how Eddy become more grumpy as the show went between seasons
Of course he is more mean and kinda more aggressive with his friends.
But i think it's a great way to show how trauma can affect your personality, especially when it comes to physical abuse. Not every child that suffers like that is quiet and shy, some of them can mirror the bad traits of their abuser and they're just as valid to get love and support.
#Eddy's character has to be the most interesting among all the characters i love that ugly short king so much#he does act greedy he lies and he also yells a lot but it so so normal for a kid who suffer abuse from an adult#i found so sad how ppl will tell you he is the worst of the eds just for the way he is#despite the fact he has the WORST situation between the three of them#with all this i'm not defending his behaviour! it's still wrong and he should be better than that but as i said he is a kid!!#this doesn't mean i don't love chill eddy ofc!! but i do think the latter works better for his character arc#idk if he would ever do stuff like therapy but i do think he would reach a point where he is tired of just... being angry#i do agree with the hc that he is not the type of just having one job i do think the little bastard will have multiple part time jobs#he is unable to remain in one thing and he does have curiosity for everything#but aside from all that i just like the idea of him getting away of his family. not in the sense of never speaking to them#but more like... not having to deal with them every day.#that's when i think his more chill yet cheeky self will go back to him ahaha#also he is dating double d ofc#there's no future where i don't see them together giendkdn#don't think they marry or anything. but they would grow old together and Ed lives in the basement#eene
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Cele's little chuckle when the interviewer asked him if he will be the one to beat fermin tomorrow... his usual ciao at the end... HHHHH

#I FEEL REJUVENATED AFTER A HECTIC WEEK INSTANT SEROTONIN BOOST#what a good thing im not there in the grandstands ill be looking like a mad woman#I LOVE HIM SO MUCH WHY ELSE WOULD I DEFEND WITH MY LIFE FOR A MAN WITH AN UGLY STACHE#hes so cute :((( his little fangs peeking out when he has that beautiful smile on his face#i hope tomorrow will be a nice day for him <3 its my home race it better be awesome or im cancelling the race
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