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blekitnyzamek · 1 month ago
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When I was preparing my own reading summary of 2024 I was reminded of some awfull book - The Ladies of Missalonghi. Which is also known (and that's how I found out about it) as a plagiarised version of Blue Castle. I began reading that thinking, that it can't be that bad. Oh my lord, it was worse.
I don't usually write reviews on Goodreads, let alone analyzes, but that time I needed to let off some steam. So, I think now, it will be funny to translate and reshare it here for the blue castle book club.
Be prepared for a looot of piffle. Please, don't read it book yourself if you value your dear brain cells.
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In a nutshell: The Blue Castle but in Australia, except that the main character is calculating goose, the clan is cartoon villains and the entire plot consists of a series of predictable plot twists and one that comes completely out of nowhere.
Our main heroine is Missalonghi Wright, a nearly 34-year-old spinster nicknamed "Missy" by her entire family (similar to Valancy "Doss" Stirling, a 29-year-old spinster, hmm…), who lives with her mother and her sister (much like Valancy with her mother and her sister-in-law!) in some completely out-of-town (hmmm) in an ugly, poorly heated house (HMM). She only wears brown and unfashionable dresses (HMMM). Missy is part of the Hurlingford clan, occupying the position of the weird and ugly spinster (HMMMM) due to the fact that she is one of only two people in the family (we'll get to that in a moment) with brown hair. No, I'm not mistaken, this whole mutual admiration circle is blonde, thanks to two great things: choosing blonde partners outside the family + inbreeding. Because it's so cool and okay, yaay!
The apple of the eye of the whole family is Alice, a beautiful, charming young lady, whose brown hair is probably not such a big deal, who mourned for a long time after her first fiancé died in tragic circumstances, but has already recovered from this ""tragedy"" and is about to marry her new admirer (does it sound like Olivia Stirling? It does, but unfortunately for us, the similarities will end soon, because it will only get worse). Alice's chosen one is her 22-year-old cousin Billy, the son of the main patriarch of the family. Oh, did I mention that Alice is also 34? And did she set her sights on Billy as her future husband when he was still a teenager? No? So I'm saying it now.
At the beginning of the book, John Smith comes to the town of Byron, whom everyone says is a troublemaker, a rable-rouser, and a killer (Barney Snaith, are you with us, HMMMM??). It turns out that he has purchased a valley on the border of Byron, which, conveniently for the plot, happens to be close to Missy's house. Why did he buy this plot of land? Because he liked it and he always wanted to own the valley (Is Barney I-Always-Wanted-to-Own-Island Snaith with us???). Whatsoever, by doing this, he ruins his relations with all the residents of Byron, because it turns out that only members of that cursed clan live there.
The Cursed Clan is rich because of the bottle factory where they later sell water, supposedly the tastiest in the entire universe. There's just one problem with this factory, or rather its management - someone is buying up the shares, some mysterious investor arranging share after share and increasing the percentage of the shares he owns more and more. I WONDER WHO IT COULD BE? The plot of this factory is probably the only original thing in the whole story, except that because of it we have a scene of a meeting of villains like from a bad cartoon:
"We have to get the share papers from our aunts, they don't know what they are anyway, they'll sell them us for next to nothing and we'll be able to continue cheating them out of money."
"Ask them nicely, they'll give them to you for free, after all, women are stupid."
"Oh yes, women are stupid."
"Women are stupid."
"Hahaha."
"Hahaha."
...good Lord. And in the meantime, the main character is standing behind a fern and eavesdropping on the whole vile plan. Divinely.
So we have a screwed main character, we have a screwed love interest, the rest of the family is a caricature of a caricature (in The Blue Castle the clan, maybe hermetic, but sticks together, and here everyone is scratching their own turnip and that's ok, you can rub your hands at the thought of a few pennies gained by buying eggs below market price from an aunt who is starving, but the Hurlingfords don't trade with strangers; I would wring all their heads). We also have the character of Una, who allows us to move on to the next character trait of the main character borrowed from Montgomery - a love of books.
Valancy read nature books because her mother forbade her from reaching for anything else. Here, too, the mother imposes such a ban on Missy, but already at the beginning of the book she states that, after all, it doesn't matter to her, that her daughter is an adult and she sees that she's messing around with these romance novels, so let the girl have something for life. These romances (during the novel two descriptions of such books are quoted and boy oh boy, it was something between harlequins and trendy now new adult books) are taken care of by Una, who, attention: is a ghost. She is a freaking ghost. Which the reader learns about in the last three pages AND OH MY GOD HOW MUCH THIS DOESN'T MAKE SENSE. SHE SELLS BOOKS. WORKS IN A LENDING STORE. GIVES MISSY A DRESS. NOTARIALLY CERTIFIES THE TRANSFER OF THE SHARES. HOW. All these events take place, they are not Missy's hallucinations, because everyone else saw the gifted dress, the documents were passed, it's such a shitty plot twist. So senseless. Ughh.
Just to make sure there are enough similarities, the main character ""has"" a heart condition. And if the plot twist with Una was absolutely stupid, this plot, damn it, this plot - I have no words for it. So the whole thing looks like this: Missy at some point gets chest pains. John Smith sees one such attack, picks her up in his arms, brings her to her house - because she fainted beetween entries to her own and his property - he brings a doctor. In the meantime, Missy, who sees the man for the second time - falls in love with him. Madly. To be held by those arms, to die in those arms, to kiss those arms, she would very much like all of it at once.
The doctor comes, says he can't see anything, asks her to come back for a consultation in a week. The other one comes, he still doesn't see anything, says: You'll go to Sydney, my specialist friend is there, he'll do something. Okay, she's going in two weeks. The other other doctor examines her, writes something down, then, by surprise, nurse catches her and twists her spine. Without warning, just for funsies. It turns out that she had a pinched nerve, now everything should be ok. He says that he'll send the letter he wrote to the doctor from Byron and that Missy should show up in a week for another check-up. Suddenly the phone rings, everyone leaves, Missy is left alone in the office and is super sad. Because how can that be? She already thought she was dying, but she wasn't, she won't be like the heroine of the romance she read recently, who died young, but had loved before (in general, at the beginning of the book she would do anything just to not be sick, but never mind). Instead of keeping her hands to herself, she starts reading what the Sydney doctor wrote about her. She finds a letter from her family doctor and, wait, I won't let this quote go, the doctor to the doctor in his review of the patient writes: She leads a stagnant, deprived existence (vide her breast development).
YIKES, EXECUSE ME? In general, throughout the entire length of the book, descriptions of physicality, erotic scenes, mentioning caresses or molestation as "hehe, what he touched was his" - I was thinking that I will throw up every d-- time. Coming back: she reads the next documents and finds an opinion about another patient, a heart patient who has 6 months, well, a year left to live. And this stupid goose takes this paper and puts it in her purse! Why does she need it, you may ask? So Missy has a plan, a brilliantly clever one. She goes to John. Something between 4 and 9 miles, so quite a long way from the threshold of her house to the threshold of his house, he has quite a lot of land around there. But she goes. With a suitcase. She left her mother a note earlier: Mommy, don't worry, everything will be great, I'll be back in two days, kisses xoxo. And here the mother doesn't abuse her daughter like Mrs. Friderick abused Valancy, I can even say that she was kind of a pleasant character.
But that's not important! Missy goes. She comes. She sits down. She waits for John to come back from the field. John comes back and she says to him as a greeting: Will you marry me? Let me remind you: they've seen each other twice before. TWO. Once Missy didn't say anything and the second time she was unconscious. John says that he was already married, he's 50, now he wants to be alone for a while, in the middle of nowhere, have some peace. What does Missy do? SHE TELLS HIM THAT IN A YEAR SHE'LL DIE, SHE LOVES HIM, SHE WANTS TO LIVE WITH HIM IN THE VALLEY, HER VALLEY, SHE WILL TEACH HIM HOW TO LOVE AGAIN. He says that she looks quite healthy, he doesn't want anything from her, he takes her home. What does Missy say to that? She goes to him the next morning and repeats the play. And he agrees. And they have sex. A lot of sex. Because Missy turns out to be some kind of goddess, despite obviously also being a virgin. Holy ravioli.
SO THEY GET MARRIED. And John says a few times how he's starting to trust our Missy, because women are liars, but she, she is in a different league. Meanwhile, after each of such a remark, she thinks that if she waits a year to reveal the truth, nothing will happen. That maybe they'll have children by then. Because she wants children. And John would actually make a good father.
The carousel of stupidity is turning, but it's not slowing down, it's only speeding up, we're getting closer to the end, stay with me. So the mysterious buyer of the shares turns out to be (!!!) John. And he, as it turns out, was also married to a Hurlingford woman in his first marriage. Only she was a bad woman, but he didn't kill her, she drowned herself, but the whole clan accused him of murdering her, so he decided that he would destroy them all later. Of course, now excluding the people Missy likes. Because he had such a trick with this factory that he now wants to have a 100% female board. So he's enlisting his mother-in-law and her three sisters, and they have to get four other people to make a full board. A board composed entirely of widows who sold at most a heifer to their cousins ​​at discounted prices. I love this business plan.
But wait, if John's first wife was also from this family… who was she? UNA. UNA FROM THE ROMANCE RENTAL. Una, who really wanted Missy and John to get together. Who gave her a dress for the wedding. And now, because the book ends with Missy and Una talking, when Una finally realizes that she's been talking to a ghost all this time, Una now just wants to fly to heaven and chill out. BUT! She has one last warning for Missy.
“Don’t ever tell him, Missy. Let him believe his love and care cured you.” Una chuckled gleefully. “He’s a darling man, darling, but he has a terrible temper! It’s not in your nature to provoke it, but whatever you do, don’t tempt fate by telling him about your heart trouble. No man likes to be the dupe of a woman, and he’s already had a fair taste of that. So mark what I say – don’t ever, ever tell him.”
“You’re leaving,” said Missy desolately.
“With knobs on I’m leaving, darling! I’ve done what I was sent to do, and now I’m going to take a well-deserved rest on the softest, fattest, pinkest, champagniest cloud I can find.”
“I can’t do it without you, Una!”
“Nonsense, darling, of course you can. Just be good, and especially be good in bed, and you can’t go wrong. That is, as long as you heed my warning – don’t ever tell him the truth!”
I am-- I am speechless. THIS DAMN PARODY OF A BOOK--
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞 (3)
[Aemond Targaryen x female Lucerys Velaryon • fem! oc!reader]
[warnings: sex content, fights, harassment, angst, smut, domination, violence, targcest (uncle/niece)]
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[description: Boarding School - Modern Setting. Lucerya avoided her uncle for years but Aemond remembers and he is on his mission to make her life a living hell.]
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Baela raised an eyebrow as she looked at Lucy. "Hmmmm..."
Lucy rolled her eyes in annoyance. "What?"
"Nothing."
"Baela."
"Lucy?"
"Rhaena!," her cousin called out as she entered the room. Slush ice cream in hand, she plopped down on Lucy's bed and eyed the two girls curiously. "Is this a new game?"
"Apparently so, except your sister won't tell me what it's about," Lucy said reproachfully, crossing her arms in front of her chest. 
"Presumably it's about your outfit."
"What about my outfit?"
"Hmmm..."
"Rhaena!"
Rhaena laughed and Baela couldn't help laughing either. "Sorry, Lucy. If you go to the party like that, I'm sure half of you will get you a ticket to church as a birthday present."
"You don't need tickets to get into church."
"You know what I mean."
Lucy looked down at herself, then in the mirror. She was wearing long denim pants and a red sweater. Her hair was up. What was wrong with that?
"Have you ever been to a party?" asked Rhaena curiously, sipping her slush ice cream. 
"Of course."
Of course not.
She had never been particularly interested in going to parties. But maybe that was because she didn't have very many friends. She preferred to enjoy a night with pizza and Netflix or a good book. She was not a very extroverted person.
"Hmmm..."
"If one of you utters another 'Hmmm', I'll be forced to hurt you."
The threat worked and Rhaena went rolling her eyes to her closet, rummaging through it until she seemed to find something she liked. She tossed Lucy a top, which she caught in irritation. 
"Here wear something.... new."
"I don't need anything 'new'," She made quotation marks with her fingers. "I have a closet full of clothes."
"I've seen your clothes. Believe me, you need this."
Well, maybe they were right after all, because Hugh Hammer couldn't take his eyes off her. Most likely it was because of her charming charisma.
Or because she looked like a clown because Rhaena and Baela wanted to test their make-up skills on her. 
But Lucy preferred to believe in the version with charisma.
Inevitably, her grandmother's favorite choice of words came to mind. 
Alicent had always called it a strong presence.
By now, she had understood the message behind it.
If the joke were not at her expense she would even laugh about it.
"You look very lovely, Lucy." Hugh winked. He was cute. Lucy hoped he didn't see how red she was blushing.
When Rhaena had given her the dress after rejecting almost everything from her closet, she had briefly considered just staying in her room. The dress was tight against her body and drew every non-existent curve of her body. She thanked him and stroked through her open hair, which went over her chest. Rhaena had curled her tips slightly. 
Lucy looked around.
'Dragonpit Party' they call it.
It almost seemed like an arena. Dragonpit was said to be over a thousand years old and the shape was similar to that of a dragon. 
Basically, it was just an incomprehensible collection of stones that ended in a cave.
"Nice, right? The first time I saw 'Dragonpit' I was shocked," Hugh explained when he saw her amazement. "Want something to drink?"
Lucy asked him for a beer. "Your wish is my command." He made a bow and left to fulfill her wish.
Finally someone who gave her the princess treatment she deserved.
She looked around. It felt like the whole school was here. She saw many people from her year, but other years were also represented. Everyone was here.
"Hey, lucky lucy," and to her dismay, also her Uncle Aegon.
He had given her the nickname when she accidentally set fire to her mother's kitchen. She had always been fascinated by fire.
Since then she was 'lucky lucy', because bad luck seemed to follow her. It was shortly after she had freed Aemond from his eye.
"You finally look like a lady."
She knew exactly what Aegon was alluding to and she screwed up her face.
The guy had invented the word 'perversity'.
"Bye, Aegon," she turned around, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him. 
"What, no hug for your favorite uncle?"
"You're not my favorite uncle."
"You're breaking my heart."
"If you had one."
"Double attack, my poor heart," he groaned in mock disappointment, clutching his chest, "Yet you're my favorite niece."
"I'm your only niece."
"That's why it's even more special."
"What do you want Aegon?" asked Lucy annoyed as she grew tired of Aegon's games. Where the hell was Hugh? Had he drank her beer on the way and was about to go back for more?
"Why do you always think I want something?"
"Because you do," she said, annoyed, bracing her hand on her hip. "So?"
"Who are you here with?"
"Hugh?"
"Who?"
"He was in your year before teachers finally understand that you are not the brightest candle on the cake? By the way how did you manage that? Do you only use your head to cut hair?"
"Cute. Almost as cute as the fact that Hugh and Aemond, hate each other."
"And?"
"Do you think Aemond will be pleased?"
"About what?"
"That you're here with him?"
"I don't care."
"Really?"
"Yeah?"
"Really really?"
"Aegon, I'm about to punch you in the face."
Aegon rolled with his eyes. Sometimes Lucy wished it had been Aegon and not Aemond whom she had taken an eye. "They fucking hate each other. Hugh and Aemond can't stand each other and haven't since day one. Enemies without chance to be Frenemies." Lucy was sure Aegon thought he was super funny. "He's probably only going out with you to annoy Aemond."
"And?"
Aegon raised an eyebrow. "I notice right now you really don't know my brother a single bit." 
"Well, I don't care for Aemond."
"Oh, very good to know, then I'm sure you don't care that Aemond has forbidden anyone to talk to you."
Aegon laughed and turned around, well at least he wanted to, because Lucy grabbed him and pulled him back. "What did you say?"
He was joking. He had to make jokes. 
"No one here will come for your sweet heart, Lucy. That Hugh doesn't care was obvious to me, but didn't you wonder why every boy here ignores you?"
In fact, she had noticed that boys quickly disappeared when she came, but Lucy hadn't measured it with much importance. Boys were crazy. 
She had never been popular with boys.
In elementary school she had been bullied because she wore braces, and after that she had been to an all-girls school that rarely allowed male visitation other than her own family.
Her experience with men was limited. Almost zero.
"You're lying," Lucy judged, pressing her lips together.
"Maybe, maybe not, but you'll find out soon enough if I'm lying to you, which I would never dare to do, by the way, or if I'm being honest with you. Not even Jacaerys told you, hmm?"
Aegon patted her on the head and left her with a wink. He enjoyed this situation too much. 
This could only be a joke. 
She looked around. She searched for glances from the boys, but as soon as she met the eyes of a male individual, he turned or looked away.
Aegon was fucking right. 
Anger gripped her.
She would kill Aemond Targaryen.
"How dare you?"
Aemond looked at Lucy with a raised eyebrow as she stomped furiously toward him, pushing aside an innocent boy who looked at her as if she had been drinking gasoline. But she had a mission and no one was going to stand in her way when she was about to kill her uncle. 
"Dare what?" 
He sounded almost bored.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Lucy pressed out angrily, clenching her hands into fists.
He sat unconcernedly in front of her, the self-proclaimed queen of the school, Alys Rivers, on his lap, condescendingly surveying her from top to bottom.
"I don't know, but feel free to explain."
Lucy snorted. "You can't play me like I'm a pawn. I know you know exactly what this is about. Do I have to spell it out, or does your brain work without help?"
"So it's true what they say about her," Alys whispered to her friend, who giggled, but Lucy had understood her perfectly. Alys hadn't made much of an effort to speak softly. 
"What do they say about me?" Lucy would have been a much more mature person if she didn't respond to her provocation.
But she wanted to see heads roll.
"Hmm, this and that." Alys laughed. Lucy wanted to set the woman on fire. 
"Well, then take this and that and stick it up in your ass," Lucy said, giving Alys the middle finger. Then she raised her second middle finger and presented it to Aemond, who looked at her mockingly. 
"How obnoxious," laughed Aemond. He stood up and pushed Alys off his lap, who looked at him indignantly. He stood directly in front of Lucy, who tried to meet his gaze.
Now just don't show any weakness. She ignored the feeling of running away and lifted her chin to look taller.
Not that it did any good with Aemond's superior height. 
"Your manners are deficient, dear niece."
Lucy snorted. "My manner is suited to your wickedness."
"I can't help it when there is no boy who is interested in you," Aemond said, brushing a strand of hair from Lucy's face. "I guess you're just too ugly. I guess your dad's genes were too strong."
Lucy had no idea what demon was possessing her, but she didn't care. She took the beer from Aemond's hand and shook the contents in his face.
Those present drew in their breath in shock, and no one dared speak another word. 
Aemond had his eye closed while the beer dripped from his face and hair. 
Lucy's heart quivered and the anger in her body made her tremble.
For a brief moment Lucy felt satisfied, superior, at least until Aemond opened his eye.
His gaze was cold. Almost murderous.
"You shouldn't have done that," he spoke softly and before Lucy knew what was happening, he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder like a wet sack.
"What the hell," Lucy screamed, stunned, trying to break free, but Aemond's grip was hard and unyielding. "Put me down right now, you asshole!"
Aemond didn't care about her words and neither did those present who watched as Aemond dragged her into the woods.
Okay, now he was really going to kill her. 
But she would not go down without a fight.
Before that, she would take his second eye.
Once in the forest, Aemond suddenly let go of her and Lucy fell to the ground, groaning.
"Oh, now we're showing our true colors, huh? Enough with the facade, I guess."
Lucy jumped up as quickly as she could.
"No facade, Aemond. You are an ass, and I just can't spend my whole life apologizing to you."
Aemond laughed bitterly and came closer. Too close. 
"No you can't? But I can spend mine without my eye?" 
Lucy winced. Damn it. She hadn't wanted this after all. The only thing she'd wanted was to protect Jacaerys.
"Fuck, Aemond, I am sorry, okay? But this is no reason to make my life a fucking hell. Why are y-"
“You’re sorry? Really? You took my eye, and you dare to say you’re fucking sorry?," Aemond snapped.“You don’t sound sorry.” Aemond jumped forward, crowding Lucy against a tree. 
She was beginning to think that was their thing. Him pushing her against something. 
"What are you doing? Stop it!"
"Why? Do you feel helpless?" 
"You can't-"
"I can't what?" interrupted Aemond, looking down at her. "I can do anything. I own this school and you owe me something."
"That's not right," Lucy breathed, trying to pull away from him, but Aemond wouldn't let go.
“Are you going to start preaching about morality? I thought we were over this and you accept the truth.”
"What fucking truth?"
"That you liked it. That feeling. Being powerful."
"I have no idea what you talking about."
“Careful,” Aemond hissed. “I don't like liars."
"I am no liar." She believed in what she was saying, and yet there was this little voice in her head telling her otherwise.
Aemond tsks. His hand darted out and grabbed her throat. His index finger stroked her carotid artery. Did he feel how strongly her heart was beating?
Lucy swallowed. 
“You have beautiful eyes, little Lucy," he whispered. "You think I won’t do it?” Aemond continues. “Taking what is mine?” With his other hand he stroked her lips, almost scratching.
"Stop it, Aemond." His grip around her neck became stronger and Lucy got less air with every second.
"Maybe I can't take your eye right now, but don't think, that I'm going to be gentle with you. I always win in the end. I take what's owed to me."
He pressed himself against her, his upper body against hers. She had never stood so close to a boy before.
“You scare me,” is all that came out of Lucy's mouth. She stood there frozen. For the first time, she was really afraid of Aemond. 
Aemond's gaze was penetrating. She had no idea what he was thinking. He watched her, surveyed her face, and for a moment Lucy thought he had changed his mind. That he would take her eye.
But then he suddenly let go of her and moved away from her.
"Good."
With these words, Aemond turned and left her behind. Lucy looked after him, trembling, and slid down the tree. She felt the tears want to spill over and for the first time she allowed herself to show weakness. 
Being here was hell.
Aemond would make her life unbearable.
He would not leave her in peace for a second.
"Lucy?," she suddenly heard a voice beside her and she looked up, startled. Hugh was standing in front of her, looking down at her anxiously.
"What happened? Where is Aemond? I heard he dragged you out here."
Lucy wanted to say something, to calm the situation, but no words passed her lips and she shook her head.
"Did he hurt you ? What did that asshole do?"
Anger entered Hugh's eyes and before Lucy could say anything, Hugh turned and ran towards 'Dragonpit'. "I'm gonna kill that motherfucker."
"Hugh! No wait," Lucy screamed in panic, stumbling over her own feet as she jumped up and tried to catch up with him. 
But Hugh was faster and before she reached him he had gotten to Aemond, who looked at Hugh in surprise before he had the latter's fist in his face.
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animegoil-vnc · 2 months ago
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Yingdu Episode 1 Reactions
Ah the animation is so beautiful already. While I am not looking forward to another S2 action-oriented season, it's true they really upped their action animation and it's crazy seeing it applied to a basketball scene like in S1.
Lol at LG's face when he's shooting the ball.
Omg I can't believe Vein appears already in the first minute. What a flashy old-fashioned gun, feels like a Western type thing.
LOL he has to whip off his cape, truly a diva, c'mon XD
Oh bb girl what did you think a chair was going to do in the face of a gun. Still, I commend your courage, more than I'd do in that situation.
NOT TIME TO GET SENTIMENTAL AT THE PHOTO LG
OMG NO NO NO SO CXS *DID* SaVE LG "like you once did for me" NOOOO
Omg we've really got the death scene already
WAIT IS THAT CXS WITH GOLD EYES? Is he coming from the future already? fuck, yes he is, so he chose to die *again* for LG (or... or wait if he's alive in the future, it must mean he failed to save LG the first time and came back to make sure he could - so he DID go back to save LG once!!!)
OMG THE POWER TRASNFER, shown visually by the ball metaphor NOOOOO T_______T
Oh shit I didn't realize LG got shot too.
Have we not seen that image before? Of the birds in the sunset?
Oh damn, so the shakespeare sonnet book that LX has been holding this whole time is *Lu Guang's*???
and he stored that photo in there? Hmmm guess we'll find out if that's in preparation (aka this isn't the first round) or it was just a sentimental thing.
Wow LG realized very quickly that he now has CXS's power.
OMG HAHAHAHHAAHHAA GOT HIT IN THE FACE Sorry that shouldn't have been so funny, great way to change the mood quickly
YES TOUCH HANDS ALREADY MEANINGFULLY LIKE YOU'RE IN A FIC T_T
Huh, I thought they met in high school??? They're in Uni here already? Is this a translation error or school system difference? Their ages and school levels have never lined up :/
Omg so cute - CXS smiling at LG's text (even though it was just a freaking OK emoji smh) as a cute song plays.
Hmmm LG's eyes aren't gold anymore, is that just because it'd be annoying to show them as gold then entire time and it'd interfere with future time travel indicators?
Coser presumably is cosplayer? Crunchyroll fix your subtitles
CXS's teasing voice towards Lu Guang is THE BEST <3 <3 <3
UM WHAT
LU GUANG IS THE COSPLAYER????
LU GUANG LIKES ANIME???
CXS SAID LG IS A BEAUTIFUL BOY??
DID LG GET INTO THE CLUB FOR PLOT PURPOSES? omg he so did
Aaaaw so the guanguang nickname didn't come from CXS :(
Lu Guang in the outfit <3 <3 <3 <3
Qiao Ling also looks so cute in her outfit and trying to beat CXS
DEFENDER OF JUSTICE QL!!!
Lol at how freaked out she looks about the mixup
Am I the only one who thinks the "heroine" looks like WWX from MDZS?
Seriously LG, you're like "this time travel series is something I could related to" ? Little loose lipped there, hm?
Aw, CXS saying silly stuff but thinking about his parents in his mind :(
LG you're too foreshadowy already
Huh...? Divination? Hmmmm.........
YES, TOUCH HIS MOUTH lololol
Feels hard to switch gears and focus on someone else when the tension is so high of what's going on with our boys, but it's nice to see the tone changing a bit more to what we liked of S1.
Q-QL... did you really just... throw that book?
Oh wow, so that's how they started the idea of "looking for lost things as a side gig" and the "ritual"/magic that QL thought they did for it? Though if she was present the first time LG did divination, I'm surprised she didn't ask to be involved later.
I really love how off-hands CXS has always been with LG. For someone who can be so good at pestering, he really lets LG have his space and doesn't push with personal things.
Surprised LG admitted he'd made that up? He's acting super suspicious in some ways.
Mmm yes, CXS, definitely can't leave him alone <3
Ah this is so fun to see how LG coming into the studio and becoming partners happened and the side gig <3
First Bridon mention!
Ah this sounds super sus.
Lol QL thought so too.
omg this is the funniest way for LG's powers to be coming up
So guess you can have multiple powers at once if he can be traveling back in time and using his photo-reading
Lol at CXS vibrating with impatience
I literally yelled "CAN YOU LOOK AT THE--" and then they crashed
OH NO CXS, this is the start of your sentimentalism and fake acting??
LG I can't believe you would keep doing this business with CXS after he's already defied your rules and acted impulsively from the beginning and then KEPT going?
Oh noooo this keeps getting sus, CXS where the heck are you going? And has she not noticed the earbud he has?
Damn we're already in a hostage situation.
Man, they're already playing Lu Guang and Cheng Xiaoshi's relationship and CXS already freaked out at them threatening LG <3
Welp, first episode, first female side character death
Huh, LG is really honest with CXS, and without much prompting. Is this his natural state of being, or is this selective honesty for the sake of his plan?
HMMM?? CXS said LG's eyes reminded him of his parents? ELABORATE
OMG LU GUANG OFFERED TO STAY - HE OFFERED!!!!
Apologies? Oh no... LG totally knows what CXS is referring to with this parents... that's the apology isn't it?
HAND CLAP ABOUT TO HAPPEN??
Lol partners for life, wow CXS your mind went straight to marriage? Lol at LG correcting that immediately
AAAW CXS LOOK SO HAPPY TO HAVE A PARTNER <3 <3 <3 <3
Well that was a lot of fun! Good balance of sentimental and action and foreshadowing - some things didn't quite make sense yet but I'm sure they will, and the pacing is a lot better than S2 so far - let's hope it stays that way!
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mybrainismelted · 1 year ago
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Weekly Tag Wednesday!
Thanks for the tags @energievie, @creepkinginc, @darlingian, @francesrose3, and @lingy910y! Thanks for putting it together this week Evie! Last day of January... finally!
Name: Kat
Age: two Noshos
Location: Ontario, Canada
And now, think about your childhood and tell me:
Did you have a nickname and is it still used? hmmm, not really?
What did you want to be when you'd grow up? A chef!
Your favourite cartoon: ok, nobody else is going to remember this, but... it was The Snorks. for a choice that people will know, The Smurfs
Your favourite TV show: Probably The Cosby Show
Your favourite book: hmmmm, I read a lot of books, even back then. Can't say I remember anything specific that jumps out at me though?
Your favourite toy: I had a stuffed bear named Danny. He was just a generic grey stuffed bear, but I used him as a pillow for most of my childhood
Your favourite thing to eat: snack cakes. Again, probably most of you don't remember those.... (my mother was a TERRIBLE cook, so...)
Your favourite school subject: I guess I was always really good at English
How did you spend your summers? we lived in the city for part of my childhood, and those summers were spent outside, riding my bike, or just playing random games with my friends. Then we moved out to the country where I had no real option to go anywhere, so I spent a lot of time at home, sometimes just out in the back yard doing nothing, but a lot of time inside reading
Did you listen to music? If yes, did you have a favourite band/artist? Not really - I didn't grow up with music on that much, so it just never became a habit
And lastly, tell me something you did as a kid that your parents still don't know about: hmmm, there's a lot of those! But I'll go with the time I got mad at my sister and punched her in the knee.... she told them that the dog ran into her when we found out it was dislocated 😐
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tagging @deathclassic, @jrooc, @juliakayyy, @skylerwinchester, @ian-galagher, @suzy-queued, @such-a-barbarian, @stocious, @transmickey, @sam-loves-seb, @samantitheos, @palepinkgoat, @ifallonblackdays, @crossmydna, @sgtmickeyslaughter, @jessieoneday, @krysmiss, @ms-moonlight-inn, @heymacy, and @heymrspatel or anyone else that wants to play!
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girlinthetardis04 · 7 months ago
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LIVE THUNDER SAGA REACTION!!!!!!
Because I wasn't in time with the other releases sadly, but caw caw motherfuckers it's the 4th of July so happy drop day to ME!
Suffering - Different Beasts
Who's singing? PENELOPE??????
ARE THOSE THE SIRENS????????? Or is this just a dream he's having? Hmmmm...
Penny I'll jump in the water for you! Wait did he say daughter? ...Ody would be a great girl dad tho, change my mind.
OH MY GOD I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE THE TRANSITION BETWEEN THE TWO SONGS OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!
I FUCKING KNEW IT THOSE WERE SIRENS
"Cut off their tails, leave them to drown" ??????????????
Damn, he's really taking Poseidon's advice to heart, huh?
Wait can sirens even drown, I thought they could breathe underwater... although if they can't move, having their tails cut off and all...hmmm... or maybe they're the classic Greek bird sirens...
Daddy chill 😬
Wait, was it just my impression or did the chanting of "Odysseus" sound like the chanting of "Poseidon" at the start of "Ruthlessness"?
★I love how differently Mr. Jalapeno handled the sirens. In the original Odyssey, Odysseus had himself tired to the mast so he could listen to their song (which highlighted his hubris, that was much more evident in the original text) but having him use the beeswax and read their lips was extremely clever. ★
Scylla
Hmm... Not a huge fan of her voice... Doesn't really fit a monster...
EUCALYPTUS YOU BITCH!!!!!!!
Omg, the "Full Speed Ahead" callback!??!
I genuinely can't understand the lyrics, but I know bad shit is happening. Wait, is that a bit of "Survive" thrown in there?
Nevermind about her voice, it's great 😳
★ Ok, I'm very glad I read the Odyssey when I was 9, because I have a hard time with the lyrics sometimes. I know in this part Ody had to choose between sailing closer to Scilla (which would probably kill up to six men) or closer to Cariddi (which would definitely kill all of them), so I'm assuming this is the bit where the sailors bit it or got bit, as it were★
Mutiny
-Ok, I had to pause here because I was absolutely enraged-
I'M SORRY???? I'M SORRY???? WHO WAS THE BITCH THAT OPENED THE WIND BAG, BLOWING EVERYONE TO WHERE POSEIDON WAS, COSTING YOU 558 MEN, WHICH FORCED ODYSSEUS TO OPEN THE WIND BAG AGAIN, WHICH BLEW EVERYONE TO CIRCE'S ISLAND, WHERE YOU NEARLY LOST THE REMAINING FORTY MEN, AND IN FACT, YOU VOTED IN FAVOUR OF LEAVING THEM BEHIND AND SKEEDADDLING, BUT NOOOO, SIX MEN IS WHERE YOU DRAW THE LINE???? YOU HYPOCRITE
Why does this sound like a fighting game miniboss battle?
WHO JUST GOT STABBED?? ODYSSEUS?????
"Where are we?" "Moo" 10/10, no notes
"Don't open the bag"
*proceeds to open the bag*
"Don't kill the cattle"
*proceeds to kill the cattle*
ODY CANON NICKNAME????
Honestly, 99% of the shit Ody goes through
THE JUST A MAN CALLBACK???????
OH THAT IS IT, EURYLOCHOS, GET OVER HERE, I'M THROWING HANDS
Yeah, ok, as an Odyssey reader, everybody gonna die, I been knew, let's move on.
Thunder Bringer
★LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO THUNDER BRINGER, THE SONG I'VE SPECIFICALLY BEEN WAITING FOR, I'M READY BABY, WHOOOO★
Is that the same theme as in God Games??????
Mr Zeus's voice actor, spectacular job, chef's kiss, no notes. Also I saw the animatic trailer, and at the cost of being smited, I get it. I get it.
The way King of Ithaca sounds so mocking coming from Zeus omg.
I VOTE EURYLOCHOS!!!! I VOTE HE DIES!!!!
The crew. I vote the crew. Ody. C'mon. There's only 40 of them left, what is even the point.
Oooh, the call backs??? This should be called the Callback Saga.
"but we'll die" FUCKING KARMA BITCH, SHOULDA THOUGHT ABOUT IT
★No joke, I love the chorus for this song so much, I just laid on my bed staring at the ceiling and smiling like an idiot 😃 <- me, ca 10 minutes ago★
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skzhocomments · 1 year ago
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THE WHITE LILY (Mafia Book #1 - Bang Chan) - Chapter 12 - The White Lily
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Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.
General masterlist
Chapter 11 | Chapter 13
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Chapter 12 - The White Lily
chapter word count: 1.7k words
~4 months later~
~9 months before Present Day~
~Emilia's POV~
After that day a few months ago, it was like Hyo completely turned. Not only she became friendly to me, but she would also ask me to go out often, she would want to spend time together by teaching me how to cook, she wanted to go to more missions together, and she was actually making an effort to be an active part of my life.
I started feeling guilty for treating her so badly the first few months I was here, and I could barely remember why I was acting that way.
"See? I told you she was a nice girl." Chan said almost proudly, caressing my hair.
The night found me and him once again embraced naked under his sheets, my head resting on his chest.
"How do you like having a good friend for once?"
"What, is she the only friend I have? I also have Jeongin!" I joked.
"You seem closer to her than anyone else lately, though!"
"Even you?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Naur. It would hurt me right here if you were closer to someone else!" he put his free hand next to my head, mimicking a heartache.
"I mean... we do spend a lot of time together, but it's not like I trust her with my life or even like her."
"You say that, but I know that deep down you enjoy her company."
"Pfft, fine, you win, I was a bitch for nothing." I chuckled.
"You both were, but I'm glad to finally see you getting along." Chan kissed my forehead.
"I never asked, but why do you care about her so much? I think I heard you call her your little sister at one point..."
"Hmm... Yes, it's my nickname for her. That's because... she reminds me of my little sister, I guess?" he chuckled. "She was actually my little sister's best friend back in the day, she's one of the few that stood by my side when all's gone to shit, and I know for a fact that she has Stray Kids' best interests in mind no matter what."
"Hmmm... I see. That makes sense."
"They were literally inseparable, and Dad was soo mad because of it." Chan chuckled again, sparkle in his eyes mentioning his late family.
"How so?"
"Hyo's mother was actually one of the maids at our old house, so Hyo was supposed to be a maid initially, when she would grow up. However, being only a bit older than my sis, they kinda grew up together. Had all these common interests and such. Eventually, Dad allowed her to train with us, so she can learn how to protect my sis."
"Yea? So how was she like? Your sister, I mean."
"Disobedient." He laughed. "She could light up every room, no matter what. Her and my mom had that special talent."
"I'm sure you miss them a lot." I smiled softly.
Hearing Chan open up in front of me again had to be one of the best feelings in the world. He didn't do so often, but when he was in the mood to talk, when he allowed himself to be vulnerable, he would grab my whole attention instantly.
He made me want to give this feeling inside my chest a name.
"Mhm, I do. But you know what?" he chuckled.
"What?"
"I'm no longer that lonely anymore."
"Hmmmm, is that so?" I teased.
"For real."
"You know... I could really get used to this. Just staying like this with you... having a peaceful life..."
"What would you do if you weren't in a Mafia?" Chan asked, curiosity audible in his tone.
"Hmm... if I weren't in a Mafia? Maybe live somewhere warm, own a flower shop, only tranquil days..."
"I can see myself retiring a few years from now. We can run away somewhere in Sicily, have a couple kids..."
"Kids?!" I chuckled.
"Yea, I always thought I'd want some of my own." He smiled.
"You'd make a great dad."
"And you'd make a great mom."
"You're just saying that to be nice!" I laughed. "You know I'm super awkward around children."
"Yea, I saw when we went to the orphanage the other day." He said and started laughing, earning a playful slap on the chest. "But don't worry, it's different when they're yours."
"You really think so?"
"Mhm. Plus, we'd be doing it all together."
"Hmmm." I hummed. "I like the sound of that."
"I'll teach you how to be less awkward!"
"Aaaand there you go, ruining it!" I joked and pinched his side, making him squirm.
"You're only mad cause it's true!"
"I'm not mad!" I stood up and grabbed a pillow, hitting his head. "Take this! This is mad!"
He managed to grab the pillow from my hands and to get above me, pinning me down.
"It's 3 AM again" he said, lowering his face and pressing our lips together.
"Mhm, we should sleep. Big day tomorrow." I embraced him.
"I can't believe 4 months already went by so quickly."
"Me neither. How much money do you think we'll make selling those weapons?"
"Hmm" Chan was lost in thought. "At least... 50 million?"
"Wait, what?!" I asked, surprised. This was way more than I expected.
"Yea, big batch. We also invested a ton into this, so it's only natural we'd make 10 times as much."
"You already have buyers?"
"Our usual customers and a couple more. Hyo and Momo worked their asses off to make this happen."
"Shit, we'll be rich."
"We are already, but yea, we'll definitely be richer." He laughed. "Let's sleep!" he exclaimed, getting off me and going back to his side of the bed.
"I don't think I'm tired enough." I chuckled.
"Want me to sing you a song?"
"Hmm, a lullaby, why not?" I closed my eyes and smiled gently.
Chan started humming softly, and I could feel myself slowly drifting off to sleep.
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"It's great to just be able to stay like this with you." Jeongin smiled clinking our tea cups together and taking a sip.
"Yea, it's good to have the house to ourselves." I smiled.
Everyone else went to get the shipment and meet clients to start selling immediately.
"So, remind me again, why were you punished to stay home?" he laughed.
"I wasn't punished! Good God-"
"Just joking! It's so much better that you're home anyway. I get to spend some quality time with you."
"Feels like a lifetime ago we went to the Overpass, huh?" I smiled, reminiscing about that day. It's only been a few months, but it does feel like a lifetime ago. So many things changed.
"It does! Where the hell have you been, loca?" he asked with a big grin.
"Please don't quote Twilight right now." I started laughing.
"No but for real, I missed spending time with you like this..."
"I missed you too, Innie." I smiled shily. "Besides, it's pretty hard to not meet my best friend and vent."
"Thought you had a new best friend now." He winked and gave me a nudge with his elbow.
"No way! You'll always be my number one."
"My number one, what's there to vent about? Thought life was going great."
"... yea, it's going great..." I smiled, shaking my head.
"So what's been bothering you?"
"I just feel weird... all this tranquillity... it strangely feels like the calm before the storm, you know what I mean?"
That was true. Even though the past few months were uneventful, no matter how hard I tried to force myself to go to Hyunjin's greenhouse and paint something over the black canvas, I just... couldn't.
"Emi, you're always worrying. Give yourself a chance to be happy for once, please."
"It's just... wrong... I don't know why I feel like this or how to describe it."
"Because you keep thinking you don't deserve happiness. But you do! You deserve everything good in this world!" he spoke passionately.
"You're just saying that to make me feel better."
"No, I'm saying this because I mean it. Stop overthinking things!" he gave my forehead a flick.
"Ouch! Don't look at me like that or I might fall in love with you." I joked, watching as Jeongin was growing shy.
"Don't joke like that, my God!" he whined, laughing.
"Why, do you like me?" I asked, bringing my face closer to his.
We stared in each other's eyes for a bit, until he averted his gaze and changed the subject, coughing slightly.
Hm?
"So, what should we do today?
"Oh, I know!" I slapped my knees. "Let's grab a bite and watch a movie! You pick."
"Twilight!" Jeongin exclaimed excitedly.
"Nooooo!" both of us laughed happily. "Something else!"
"Do you have a favourite genre?"
"Yes! Noir! Or... drama?"
"Pfft. Why did I even ask? I think we'll see Twilight after all."
"You've seen it how many times now?!"
The rest of the day went by quickly, Jeongin's presence radiating warmth and peace.
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~Third person POV~
Alone under the soft moonlight, Emilia was nervously fidgeting a small golden key with her fingers.
"Huh." she sighed deeply. "Come on, Emilia. You can do this."
The quiet encouragements proved themselves useful as she finally twisted the key in the lock.
Her steps became sure and heavy; with the same resolution she uncovered the black canvas of her soul.
"You can do this." She repeated.
"It's time to let everything go. You won't be betrayed again." She whispered lowly to herself as she grabbed her choice of colors: white, green, and brown.
With each stroke of her brush, she would inaudibly whisper another encouragement.
"You can love." White specks started decorating the canvas.
"You can start over." She traced green lines behind the white spots.
"You can be loved." Changing the brush, she added small dots on top of the white.
"And you can trust, for you'll never be alone again." She focused on the last details. God knows how many hours she spent there, pouring out her soul.
"You are no longer a Rose, Emilia." She told herself sternly, writing the name of her work of art in the left corner.
"Rebirth." She breathed in. "Yes... This shall be... my rebirth."
She placed her brush down and took a glance at the canvas, smiling genuinely.
A white lily stood proudly on top of what was once a dark abyss, its majesty drawing her in. The morning's shy sunrays caressed the petals, indicating her that it was time to go to sleep.
"Perhaps I will have a pleasant dream." Emilia smiled, locking the greenhouse and lazily making her way back to the house through the beautiful garden, sublime at this morning hour.
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Chapter 11 | Chapter 13
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pin-crusher2000 · 8 months ago
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1) In Earth 66, did Jake have a real bad encoder with Victor Zsasz which led to some trauma and pain he’ll never forget?
2) What are some movies that made the Young Titans cry their eyes out?
3) What are some nicknames Young Titans give each other as a defense mechanism if any of them got badly hurt?
4) if judged by Dragon Ball Power Levels, which of the Super Bros would be the strongest?
5) Say Jon, Mar’i, Chris and Jake are on a joint time travel adventure together which involved the villain of their latest mission sending them scattered across varying time periods from Ancient Greece to the Second World War. How would do this story? Like which time period do each of them end up landing in before they can reunite for the finale?
Good questions @paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 :D
1: hmmmm nah, in my universe, Victor Zsasz is basically a pushover. (Just a regular thug but he has knives XD)
I can say that he managed to cut Jake a few times here and there.
2: lion king, up (first 10 minutes) ending of monsters inc, the almost to the end of click, and inside out.
3: (insert back to the future: hey I seen this one before meme XD)
Jake: FireBird
Mar’i: SunWater
Robert: Messy Lad
Lian: kitty arrow
Irey: thunder-(makes obnoxious fart sound with her mouth)
Jai: quickie
Cerdian: peepee lad
4: it’s gonna be Otho-Ra, cause she’s the baddest girl in comics history XD kidding it’s Kon ;)
Kon: 24,000
Chris: 16,000
Jon: 12,500
Osul: 8,002
5: time commander sends the kids over time and space (just being a regular butt head XD)
Jon: western times (1800s)
Mar’i: hmmm why not a few weeks/months before Tamaran gets destroyed in my universe
Chris: medieval times with dragons and ogres
Jake: somewhere in the year 3000 with lazer guns and swords, spaceships and robots XD
They all came back to the present (for plot sakes XD) and laid a smackdown on time commander.
Includes: wedgies, crotch hits, and just simple hits to the face, plus some doodles on him like the word BUTT on his forehead. (Get it? Butthead 😜)
Thanks for the questions buddy! Let me know if you got more!
Love ya 💙
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asaarii · 1 year ago
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the caffeine hasn’t stopped kicking in yet so here’s some random shit abt me ! !
i dont even like master yi like that
he’s just my pfp bc i asked one of my best friends to pick a color and they said green
my REAL league mains include sett, varus, lillia, karma, nami, and nilah
sett is autocorrected to settrigh on my phone bc its funny
a running joke in my friend group is calling champs by their full governments or some dumb nickname
ex:
luxanna cockhard (don’t ask)
temu (teemo)
seeon (sion)
jahrvan (jarvan lightshield the fourth)
and if they dont have a last name we add our own suffix (its literally just league of legends)
ex:
jinx league of legends
settrigh league of legends
pyke league of legends
I PLAY OTHER GAMES TOO
currently trying to 100% persona 4 golden
if you couldn’t tell by my writing i ramble a lot ig
used to play ow and mained lucio but stopped bc i couldn’t aim
same logic applies to val
i draw but you’ll never catch me posting in here bc
yeah!!
hmmm
i adore my friend group snd would do anything for them
im bi 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈
my favorite movies are:
everything, everywhere all at once
legend of deification
mulan
princess and the frog
i used to be a genshin player but quit mid inazuma bc i simply did not give a fuck anymore
my favorite manga is Sakamoto Days!!
rion
rion my love
hmmmm ive played both fear and hunger games
favorite characters include:
marina
daan
cahara
d’arce
levi
ragnvaldr
i used to play the piano??
im finally starting to feel tired
dc=marvel
but im privy to dc
you see, i an quite the fan of koriand’r, jason peter todd, richard john “dick” grayson, timothy jackson drake, damian wayne, cassandra cain, and stephanie brown
that’s all i got!! feel free to ask abt me and if im comfortable sharing, i will.
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blonde-fraumell · 2 years ago
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( •̀ ω •́ ) ❤️‍🩹✍️🎤🎵
❤️‍🩹 Name a few characters/ship that you are most comfortable in your blog
Ooo... Okay. I'm really comfortable with my Eclipse (the black and white one). He's got a whole story and, well... he's actually based off of one of original characters called Naemlis. He's just a fun character. I'm also comfy with Sun and Moon and I quite enjoy reader-inserts (note, none of the ones I've written have been "self-inserts". I'm fine including a bit of my personality in there, but none of the reader's I've made are "me".)
✍️Inspiration for your AU
Which one hmmm. Subnautica au. The inspiration for that AU was both the game itself and the incredible MerMay fics I read last year! Those were what drew me into the fandom :D I love subnautica, one of my favorite short games, and loved the idea of Reader being courted by two massive dorks.
🎤 Describe a few facts about one of your characters
Hmmmm... Thief's Chosen End Eclipse. He is more along the line of the "traditional" Eclipse rather than Singe (that's the nickname for my black and white Eclipse). As the detective, Eclipse has to hunt down criminals. Eclipse came from another city, he was never involved with Sun and Moon. The first time he met the two, it was soon after a certain "event" that Thorn (The reader) caused. That was also when Eclipse became enamored with Thorn. He thought they were gorgeous amidst the chaos. The guy is also just a big softy that will squish a human skull like a grape.
🎵 Do you like silence or do you listen to music while you draw?
I like some sound when I'm drawing, but nothing too distracting. I really like listening to music that fits the piece I'm drawing. Like, the "Moon's Lullaby" painting, I listened to many soft, soothing songs and even "Lullaby" by Sleeping at Last. I do wanna add stories to this too. I actually prefer no sound or only instrumentals when I'm writing.
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thegreenishhues · 9 months ago
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Thanks for the tag Ghost and Tiger CC:
📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?
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One I made for fun a bit ago :DD
🍫 Cheese or chocolate? oooo chocolate but I love both!
✨ Do you have any nicknames? Irl yes. online ive been called rose a bit but almost always rosey
🎵 Last song you listened to?
Knotted constellations by Madilyn mei!!
✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?
Nope but I have thought of doing it a few times props to anyone who does its super cool!!
😏 Are you on discord?
yes!! I have been chatting a bunch on their recently with my moots CC:
 💛 Do you have any piercings?
My ears are pierced if that counts :)
🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?
Hmm I like what Ghost said, also how you treat strangers is a pretty good indicator to me of what someone thinks of themselves/ how they are as a person.
🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?
Maybe a snickerdoodle? I like snickerdoodles like a better version of a sugar cookie
🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?
A dog person because I have one but I love cats as well
🎧 Headphones or earbuds?
Earbuds because headphones hurt my ears because of my glasses.
🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?
"That's... special" (about my friends Pinterest board lmao)
🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?
Most people dont give a shit what you do and so you should do what makes you happy. Not so much a weird fact as a thing I think about when Im worried my interests are weird lol.
🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?
Night owl! I stay up very late when given the chance
🧸 Favorite place to nap?
Ooo anywhere? middle of a field or on a mountain C:
🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?
Yep, I am a lil gay goober how loves love c:
🦋 Describe yourself in three words.
Trying. My. Best.
👖 Jeans or sweatpants?
Jeans but the really big ones that are comfy as heck.
🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?
Hmmmm not a huge starbucks but I like the cakepops and the hot chocolate :D
🧡 A color you can’t stand?
Orange funny enough but like REALLY bright traffic cone orange
💎 What’s your most prized possession?
My necklace from summer camp ig! it has a charm for every year ive gone >:D
☕ Coffee or tea?
Coffee but both are good :)
🦖 Favorite extinct animal?
Lmao what?? How about a dodo bird they seem pretty chill
🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?
Over a year!! my anniversary is in February :D
🌴 Desert island item?
A working phone will cellular data for an emergency call get me off the damn island before I need to worry about surviving
🐸 Describe your aesthetic.
Hmmm Ive been told I dress fairly "granola"?? Basically hiking stuff but Im honestly not sure lol
🔮 What’s your dream job?
Child psychologist or therapist although I do want to stream at some point in my life as well
💙 Relationship status?
Single lol I will date when I meet someone worth dating <3
🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.
Currently O.O just got home and it was pouring so pj pants and a t-shirt
🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?
Many many of them lyrics stick to me like glue for some reason but an example... let it go from frozen 1 becuase I watched that movie far too much as a kid.
🤎 What color is your hair?
Brown!
💌 Do you talk to yourself?
Yep!
💄 Do you wear makeup?
Some days :D
🌸 Best compliment you ever received?
Oh gosh im not sure lol
💞 @ your favorite blog. oh gosh I dont think I can choose one but all of my mutuals you guys are my favorites >:D
Feel free to join in but im going to tag a few people!!
@sillygh0st @sevenzinha @leemontoast @artistnerd24 /np!!
~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~
📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?
🍫 Cheese or chocolate?
✨ Do you have any nicknames?
🎵 Last song you listened to?
✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?
😏 Are you on discord?
 💛 Do you have any piercings?
🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?
🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?
🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?
🎧 Headphones or earbuds?
🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?
🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?
🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?
🧸 Favorite place to nap?
🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?
🦋 Describe yourself in three words.
👖 Jeans or sweatpants?
🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?
🧡 A color you can’t stand?
💎 What’s your most prized possession?
☕ Coffee or tea?
🦖 Favorite extinct animal?
🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?
🌴 Desert island item?
🐸 Describe your aesthetic.
🔮 What’s your dream job?
💙 Relationship status?
🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.
🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?
🤎 What color is your hair?
💌 Do you talk to yourself?
💄 Do you wear makeup?
🌸 Best compliment you ever received?
💞 @ your favorite blog.
Reblogs are appreciated!
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dcviated · 2 years ago
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@hallowleylines sent: Current's staring... or... staring? It's difficult describe how his eyes wander in random directions. Hmmmm. Thinking now. He's kind of annoying to deal with considering he's doing all the talking (to himself) in his head. Trickshot was an engineer, so how much better than Closure. Soon to be seen. "Bombadier Princess, got a favor to ask." That nickname stuck. How sweet. "More like a customer request. I need you to do a model update on this arm. I'm willing to put down... hmmm... 2 million lungmen dollars right now as an upfront. Then once you're done and it's up to standard I'll cash out the other half. I need this... more combat capable. Your competitor is Closure after all, so best not to disappoint." There's a lot to digest here. First off... 4 million dollars? Like the fat stacks he's dropping in front of her as they speak. He didn't even haggle but that's certainly a drop in the bucket. Second of all, and the question you shouldn't ask, where is that money coming from? Regardless, who cares? If she does spectacular... he might spread good word? Doing better than Closure is quite the boost to a reputation, not like either of them are completely honest businesswoman anyways.
"....?? Whuhf?"
Could it be he's staring at how many fries she's shoved in her mouth at once? With his art-sight or whatever? Creepass he is. But. A service bay in the lower decks isn't the best place to be eating food to be fair. Not that she cares. The Liberi wasn't one for taking casual breaks. She prefers to mix business, pleasure, and whatever other descriptor you'd want to add to the brazen woman. It's that or she has a problem putting things down.
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"Whahf dat?" Classy, shoving down the comical bite of her deep fried salty snack and speaking around it. At least her hands were clean, though she'd be quick to put the gloves back on soon as she was finished with Noodles and whatever he had to ask her. Which was. Not something small. Neither was the amount of LMD being deposited freely on the table. Instincts try to kick in to hoard it like a beast and start snarling.
Imagine the fries you can buy with that pile!
"Whahf da fhug?!" Swallow swallow swallow. Just about chokes. That's a lot of goddamn money! She could actually, probably-- agh, one thing at a time. Even if she wanted to finish building her pet project there's a thing attached to this, obviously. Why wouldn't there be? And it's then she takes notice that Current's prosthetic looks ... not great. Yeah, try to hide it but she notices.
"Wheeeeho, guessing it's a rush job looking at that sad thing. Sheeeez, the fuck happened to you? I get jerking off puts strain on a dude but-" She sets down the cardboard pack of fries, hopping up from the swivel stool and taking an inspection at the damaged limb. It looks crunched. He's not moving it right. Like at all. Just an attempt to lift it feels like it's about to snap the thing off after the damage to the rotor cuff. But. Ops like this aren't outside of her loop. The problem will be making it look pretty. But then. There's 2 million LMD here.
"Suuuuure, I can... cook up something that oughta work for ya, Noodles. But we'll haveta talk some shop about it. Gimme like, guidelines. Wishlist. Else I might give you a shiny old peg to smack people with. Competitor- Fuck. What is this, did you put a challenge to the others too? Good thing I work better under pressure-" Spoken without comment. Just let her have this.
Trickshot grumbles, mulling how many other engineers like herself came about this landship. Her garage is back in Columbia, but she's seen the others here. Closure aside, you had people like Eunectes. Stainless. Windflit. Some were better than others but maybe, just maybe, all of that on the fly crafting on the now permanently retired Siracusan train left an impression.
The Liberi smacks the man hard on the broken arm before holding out the greasy hand she'd just been shoving fries with.
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"Got yourself a deal otherwise."
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kekithepancake25 · 5 months ago
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ok so I initially designed my persona as a kirby oc but eventually turned her into a human(?)
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here she is 🥺
uhh idk maybe during star allies?
she’s the daughter of both morpho knight and galacta knight (I ship it)
uhhhhhhhhhh *brain explodes*
she's more of a melee weapon user, specifically lances and swords like her parents
her name is pancake. i’ll let you guess.
im an uncultured swine (yes i’ve actually been called that thank you very much) so can i just say me?
uhhh prolly just quality time?
her name is pancake for a reason, she’s pansexual 🩷💛🩵
i don’t think you could make a nickname for her…
tbh i headcanon that galacta knight is like ruler of the galaxy or smth so ig?
melee weapons, as i said earlier
yeah i designed her a pardner :3
hmmm prolly the jester grape because i said so
pancakes, what else am i supposed to say
marketable plushies
HELL NO
she's based on me so yeah :3
no, ig?
pancakes
no she physically cannot keep her mouth shut
she's too honest to lie (that’s prolly the only thing that’s not based on me)
she’s still growing wings :D
her fighting skills >:3
hmmmm i might as well go off of the ktp lore for this one, prolly meeting marx
✨𝒜 𝒢𝒜𝑀𝐸 𝒲𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸 𝒴𝒪𝒰 𝒞𝒜𝒩 𝒮𝒲𝐼𝒯𝒞𝐻 𝐵𝐸𝒯𝒲𝐸𝐸𝒩 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝒞𝐻𝒜𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒯𝐸𝑅𝒮 𝐼𝒩 𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝒮𝒬𝒰𝒜𝒟 𝒜𝐿𝒮𝒪 𝟪 𝒫𝐿𝒜𝒴𝐸𝑅 𝑀𝒰𝐿𝒯𝐼𝒫𝐿𝒜𝒴𝐸𝑅 𝒜𝒩𝒟 𝑀𝒜𝑅𝒳 𝐼𝒮 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝐼𝒩𝒜𝐿 𝐵𝒪𝒮𝒮✨
A Kirby OC Ask Game!
Thought I’d make one of these for people to reblog and send each other asks about their OCs. You can send a number or an emoji, I’ve included both for all of the asks here so people can send whatever is easier for them.
1. 🎮: What Kirby game or what point in the Kirby series timeline would your OC first appear?
2. 🤝: Does your OC have any important connections to any canon characters?
3. 🏠: Where does your OC live?
4. 🪄: Does your OC use magic? If they do, how did they gain their magical abilities?
5. 🍎: What are some foods that your OC enjoys eating?
6. 🗣️: If you could cast a voice actor to voice your OC who would you choose?
7. ❤️: What is your OC’s love language (Words of affirmation, Quality time, Physical touch, Receiving gifts, or Acts of service)?
8. 🏳️‍🌈: What is your OC’s sexual orientation?
9. 🪪: Does your OC go by a nickname? If they do, what is their full name?
10. 👑: Is your OC royalty?
11. 🗡️: What is your OC’s weapon of choice?
12. 💏: Is your OC in a relationship?
13. 🙅: Does your OC have any enemies?
14. 🍱: If your OC had a dish themed around them at the Kirby Cafe, what would it be?
15. 🧸: If your OC had any merchandise themed around them, what would it be?
16. 👶: Does your OC have children? If they don’t have any children, would they like to have some one day?
17. 🎨: What are your OC’s artistic skills? Are they a good artist or is art something that they struggle with?
18. 💎: Does your OC like to collect anything?
19. 🛒: If your OC owned a shop, what would they sell?
20. 🤫: Does your OC have any secrets?
21. 🃏: Is your OC a good liar, or is it easy for others to tell when they’re not being truthful?
22. 🪽: Can your OC fly? If they can fly, how do they do it?
23. 👍: What is your OC most proud of?
24. 🥺: What is your OC’s biggest regret?
25. ⭐️: If your OC got their own spinoff game what would it be about and what would the gameplay be like?
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thesunshineriptide · 2 years ago
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Hello!!!
just wanted to pop in and say I love your writing it’s so good!!!
I’ve been seeing you works since the our world au first crossed my dash and I gotta say your works just keep getting better and better, which is crazy considering our world was already phenomenal. Your ideas and aus are just so creative, I find myself drawn in and excited to see what you do with each new au. Like the one where some of the students were like, put into a sitcom style tv show by a students UM, that’s so interesting!! You’re so good at making suspense and intrigue and fluff and everything it’s incredible. Arms Tonite is a work I keep coming back to, who doesn’t love a good sickfic and the way you wrote each character getting to the point of passing out was just so in character I could 100% see them all doing what they did.
(as a side note I appreciate that with like prompts that aren’t romance focused or like lend themselves to that kinda dynamic you write in a way that could be, at least maybe to me I might be misreading lol, taken platonically. Personally I’m a big fan of platonic Twst content, the cast is just silly little pal shaped to me, and there’s not quiet as much stuff like that so I really appreciate anyone who writes a Drabble like that : D ((ik this blog isn’t the only to write things that can be platonic or romantic but it’s the one I’ve read most recently so it’s sticking out to me rn haha, if any other writers see this and also write works that could go either way I appreciate you to the sun and stars 🌟 ))
aaa ok back on topic whoops! speaking of characters you write the Twst cast so well, I really enjoy reading your works and seeing your takes on them. I always find it interesting to see how the little details of each character are handled from author to author, what gets emphasized, what is less focused on. I also love your works that have the cast interact with each other like the hotel room sharing split thing. The visual of Ace, Floyd, Kalim, and Jack just having a blast running around the hotel at 3 am is fantastic.
Oh oh and quick shoutout to your oc Howl, love that funky little mischief maker. I adore the way you gave them a custom blazer, that was so creative and it looks so nice!! They’re dynamics with everyone are also super cool to learn. I love just everything about when they just, wandered away from the Octavinelle, I don’t think after sorting party is the right word but I can’t think of another oops, and just all the interactions with them and Octotrio. The ending with them running from Floyd was so fun, and the last line of just “They could not outrun Floyd” is so funny it makes me lose it.
Whats also making me lose it is this recent whumptober series 😭 it’s so wonderfully written as always but also I am in so much pain. Each new work in the series just leaves me wanting more, the potentially happy conclusion juuuust out of reach. It’s been so fun each day seeing how you will rip my heart to shreds next lol. I need a sequel for each and every work asdfg
anyways, apologies for the giant slab of text!! Again your work is just so fantastic and I look forward to seeing everything you think up next, keep up the fantastic work and have a great day!!!!! :D
(and also thank you for not having my eternal enemy, word limit on for anons on, or else I would have to do the worst thing imaginable ever, be concise 😨)
Okay first off, sorry for not responding to this but I was enjoying seeing it in my inbox every time I looked over requests because it just made me smile and it makes me so motivated to see someone enjoying the stuff I post
Second of all THANK YOU SO MUCH
I'm always a little nervous when I post au stuff because it can be pretty hit or miss but I'm so glad that you like it!!!
Also, yes!!! I try to write stuff that can be seen as platonic or romantic because personally I think it's just more fun that way. They're just silly little guys doing silly little things! I also enjoy platonic headcanons too because sometimes I wanna know how the dorm leaders would react to me handing them a rock without it being flirty, yknow? And I also feel like relationships aren't 100% romantic all of the time? But who knows maybe I'm wrong! Point is yes yes platonic headcanons/fics are great and I adore writing them
And thank you!!! I try to write them somewhat true to the source material but exaggerating certain things is pretty fun. I think it's incredibly funny to have Riddle just be completely clueless about basic information but an absolute WEALTH of knowledge about academic shit, or to have Idia be nervous around big groups of people but a total confident nerd bro the minute he's alone with someone/comfortable. And I love to think about how characters react to one another and their dynamics we don't get to see a lot of in game. (Bonus headcanon: Trey, Jade, and Jamil all gossip with eachother in their spare time)
Also this reminds me that i still need to write the second part of arms tonite oops
AAAA yes howl. My beloved self insert. Absolute menace to society. Thank you for all the soft comments about them because dfjkshkfshdfkshf /pos they're a little shithead and also me and I have so much more content of them sloooowly coming
also OOPS i skipped two days in a row and accidentally forgot I was doing whumptober I will be getting back on that today skfdjlhfkgjsdfh but thank you for the kind words regarding that too because I do get a bit nervous when posting that dfkjghkdslhfkjd /gen /pos
This has really been making me want to keep writing (even if i took a couple days off) so thank you for this its really really sweet and im all like. UwU I would die for you anon <3
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p-antomime · 3 years ago
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ㅤ𔘓 ─ ##. bonten boys with a partner that does not submit easily!
ㅤ𔘓 ─ ##. manjiro, haruchiyo, ran, rindou, takeomi, kokonoi, kakucho.
— minors don’t interact.
content + warnings: 18+, including: fingering, gun play, fear play, nicknames, spanking, dumbification, breath play, forced submission, face fucking, overstimulation, manhandle, pussy slaps, orgasm denial, choking, superiority complex, pain play, control play, shoe humping, cnc, degradation, use of petnames.
request.
tokyo rev. masterlist.
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ㅤ✁. MANJIRO; 灰谷 ᵎ
hmmm dont play with him
don't.
is Manjiro a person of short patience? No, but he also doesn't have the patience of a saint that Kakucho, Takeomi and Kokonoi would have.
if you didn't want to submit to him at will, good luck, Manjiro would slap you in the face hard enough to make your face turn sideways and then knock you on the bed while you were trying to recover from the slap
and when you tried to push him away or change positions to get on top, Mikey would press you to the bed with one hand on your neck and cut off your access to the air telling you to "get in your painslut place”
he can't tolerate you not submitting, who do you think you are? Him of all people, the leader of the Bonten?
as he forced your legs open, Manjiro would slap your pussy lightly and call you pathetic to hear you moaning for him while still trying to change positions
better get ready for rough fingering
but he wouldn't let you cum
not until you gave up the dom position
which meant long hours of edging, orgasm denial; and Manjiro laughing at how pathetic you became every time he forced you into submission
oh, Mikey likes to test your limits quite a bit when you refuse to submit and he would mix so much pain with pleasure that you would swear you would pass out
ㅤ✃. RINDOU; 灰谷 ᵎ
hmmmm, rindou is a case in point
he wants you to fight him for the sub/dom position, it's better for his ego when he can press your face against the bed sheets with your ass up getting slapped
yes, try to knock him down on the bed and give him a good reason to grab you by the neck and call you a dumb slut and say he's not even sure he could call you a dom
impact play? yes, he would use it a lot to get you to submit
Hard slaps on your ass until you're crying, he calls you a useless hole
you're not even good enough to overpower him
and soon after, Rindou would laugh to see you squirming with your pussy leaking after being slapped several times in a row
want a slut to behave properly and be put in her place? Call this Mr. Haitani Rindou
remember rough fingering by Manjiro? Rindou would be the opposite, he would finger you slowly until you beg him to go faster
and even after begging until you were almost hoarse, he might still not increase the speed of his fingers and leave you squirming, trying to force your hips against his digits
in the end, if you cried out enough for him, Rindou might make you take him from behind in doggy while whispering close to your ear something like: "Don’t ever try to think again you can out do me, bimbo"
ㅤ✁. TAKEOMI; 灰谷 ᵎ
Patience of a saint? Yes, that is Takeomi Akashi's last name.
Takeomi's way of making you submit would be to make you think that it was he was the one submitting.
for example, Takeomi would let you assume positions that usually gave you control, only to then push his fingers into your mouth and force you against the bed
or pull you into deep, intense kisses while slowly pushing you against the mattress
Takeomi is sublime, silent
when you tried to move your face away from his cock, Takeomi would simply curl fingers into your hair without saying anything at all and use his other hand to pinch your nose just like Ran
but, he wouldn't sink into your mouth like the older Haitani, no
Takeomi would rather enter slowly, make you feel every vein of his dick rubbing against your wet tongue to make you understand that if he wanted to, he could break your jaw if he fucked your face too hard
fear play? yes, big yes, but unlike Haruchiyo, the older Akashi brother would rather work with the possibility of manhandling you
why give you a rough treatment to submit if Takeomi can simply plant a little seed of possible fear inside your brain and take advantage of it?
what about when you said something like: "Are you sure you're a dom? You don't look like one"
Takeomi would respond by saying something like: "It's obvious who dominates who here when the only one kneeling in front of me is you, pretty thing."
ㅤ✃. RAN; 灰谷 ᵎ
hm daddy? Sorry the feminine urge to call haitani ran daddy
oh, this guy here
first of all: are you sure you want to be forced to submit by haitani ran?
he has reasonable patience
but seeing you acting like a brat and trying to take charge of the situation, ran would push you to the floor on your knees and shove his cock into your mouth while pinching your nose to keep you from breathing properly
face fucking? Yes, he would use your throat and mouth as a fleshlight while asking why you are so silent now, where has all your attitude gone?
another way ran would use to theoretically punish you for not submitting easily is to force you to use the tip of his shoe to masturbate
yes, shoe humping
he won't touch you until he has you as a drooling mess below him with his cock deep inside your mouth and your pussy rubbing against his sho
that's how he likes to see you: being the needy whore he knows you are
and all the while Ran would be degrading you while calling you by such cute, innocent nicknames
phrases like: "That's what you get for acting like a dumb whore, pretty thing" and "Well, princess, that's reasonably good for a stupid mutt like you" would not be uncommon
ㅤ✁. KAKUCHO; 筆頭 ᵎ
oh, Kaku-chan is patient
very patient.
and you specifically liked to see how far his insane patience can go
how would Kaku-chan get you to submit to him? Oh, easy, vibrator glued to your clitoris playing with the frequency and edging you for several minutes
and when you were demanding that he let you cum, and not asking, Kakucho would let out a wry chuckle before slowing down the vibrator
"I'm not sure I like your tone very much, shall we try again?"
soon afterwards Kakucho would continue to keep the frequency down while sliding fingers into you and curving them against your walls
the moment his hands landed on you, oh, lost cause
he'll give you overstimulation until you admit you're just another wet hole for him to use
if that wouldn't get you to admit it, no problem!
Kakucho might as well sink inside your pussy while calling you his slutty princess and holding your hips firmly against the bed to keep you from escaping
no matter how long it takes for Kakucho to push you into a full submissive position, he's a patient guy.
ㅤ✃. HARUCHIYO; 三途 ᵎ
do you like having a gun pointed at your head while haruchiyo sanzu fucks you from behind with his other hand on your neck?
no? yes?
no matter, this is exactly how haruchiyo would force you to submit
his cock deep inside you kissing your cervix and the barrel of a cold gun pointed at your skull
he loves the look of fear on your face, makes his cock twitch against your walls
all this while haruchiyo whispers in your ear that you should learn to be his cumdumpster right
and then he would overstimulate you after making you beg him to cum
haruchiyo would even open a cocky smile saying something like: "see? I'm not charitable?"
he wouldn't stop touching you until he gave you being a drooling mess, choking on your own saliva and your body shaking completely
what if you moaned something like "Oh, my god" as he pressed the barrel of the gun against your head again and molested your clit with his other hand?
oh, fuck, haruchiyo would look at you and spit out the words, "Hm? That's not my name, stupid kitten".
ㅤ✁. KOKONOI; 一 ᵎ
you know...
Hajime Kokonoi always gets what he wants, no exceptions
he wants it as a submissive? So that's what he's going to get
and in my opinion Koko would have different ways of forcing you into submission, so let's go in parts
Koko would corrupt your submission
not with money per se, but with something you want him to do
for example, do you want him to let you sit on his face? Sure, but after he makes you cum don't complain if he had you pinned against the nearest wall to start using your body
it's a fair exchange in his mind, but there is a power discrepancy: he gets more from your wet holes than you get from him, but you only realize it when Koko is already deep inside you
because pretty, slutty girls don't deserve to be treated any more than that, is what he would tell you
and the second way would be:
2. use reverse thinking
Koko is not dumb, but he makes you act like you are because every time you end up falling into the same trap
"Don't you dare raise your hips like that", "You wouldn't have the guts to use your cunny like that, would you?"
and right after coaxing you with words of defiance, Kokonoi would be with his hand forcing you to face him while his cock would fuck you into oblivion and you would completely melt under his control
it's great for Koko when his favorite puppy understands her place
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wellsayhelloaagin · 4 years ago
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Summary: You were normally so good at remembering to lock your door...
Pairing: Wanda x female reader
Genre: Smut- 18+ only
Words: 6.4k
Warnings: swearing, very detailed sexual scenes
Translations: малышка- baby/baby girl
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You feel your back hit the floor hard, the impact stealing the breath from your lungs. You groan, gingerly climbing to your feet, your back to your attacker.
“Coming back for more?” you hear and you turn towards the voice, only to be met with a flash of red before you’re flipped to the ground again.
You huff out a frustrated breath, staring at the ceiling as you lie on the soft mats of the training room.
“C’mon rookie, keep up,” the voice continues in a teasing tone.
You raise your head to glare at Natasha as she stands over you, her hand outstretched to help you up. You bat it away and push yourself off the floor again.
“Fuck off Romanoff,” you reply as you stand, wincing at the movement. “And stop calling me that, you know I hate it.”
Natasha just laughs at you, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes at her.
You had known her for almost five years now, ever since Fury had decided that your particular set of skills would be better suited to the Avengers initiative. Natasha had been tasked with training you and gave you the nickname of ‘rookie’, and despite the fact that you were now a seasoned member of the team, she continued to use it. Mostly because she knew it pissed you off.
You lunge at her again, but she quickly deflects, bringing you to the ground once more.
“You’re really off your game today,” she taunts as she stands above you, “you seem distracted.”
“I’m fine,” you grumble, accepting the hand she offers this time.
“Hmmm, sure,” she replies and you can tell she doesn’t believe you. She opens her mouth to speak again but a laugh across the room steals her attention. Against your better judgement, you allow your eyes to drift across the room, eyeing the reason for your distracted state.
Wanda and Clint are across the room as he shows her how to shoot an arrow properly. She had mentioned the other day that she’d never tried archery before and he had offered to teach her. The two of them had arrived not long after you and Natasha had started training, and ever since then, you had found it hard to focus.
The way her training gear clung to her, showing off her every curve, had you drooling. The way her chestnut hair was pulled into a ponytail, a few wisps falling free and framing her face. You knew it would smell of peaches, the way it always did when she fell asleep on your shoulder during movie nights. She laughed again at something Clint told her, the sound reaching you across the room and sending a shiver down your spine.
So maybe you had a tiny crush on your teammate, it’s not like it was obvious.
You turned back to Natasha to see her grinning knowingly at you. Ok so maybe it was a little obvious.
“You know what, it all makes sense now,” she teases and you shove her shoulder lightly.
“I said I’m fine,” you repeated, moving to the side of the room to grab your bottle. Maybe some water would help calm the desire you felt pooling in your stomach.
“Hmmmm, I don’t think so,” she continued, ignoring your attempts to brush off the conversation.
“Can we just get back to training?” you pleaded, hoping the promise of kicking your butt would be enough to tempt her.
“Fiiiiine,” she agrees, and you almost sigh in relief, “but no more sparring. I almost feel bad at how easy you are to top today.” She winks at you then, before skipping over to the corner of the room, grabbing a pair of boxing gloves and tossing them to you.
You mutter under your breath about pain in the ass friends as you go to join her, slipping the gloves onto your hands as she holds the bag steady for you.
For the next ten or so minutes you let your frustrations out on the bag, falling into a rhythm. Natasha calls out combinations for you, and you enjoy the satisfying sound of your fist colliding with the leather.
You stop for a break when you’re lungs are screaming for air, walking back over to your drink and raising the bottle to your lips. You look over to Wanda again to find that she and Clint have moved over to the treadmills while you were boxing. As you quench your thirst, you watch as Wanda suddenly pulls her training shirt over her head, leaving her clad in just her sports crop. Even from the other side of the room, you can see the beads of sweat glistening on her skin, her chest heaving as she breathes heavily from the exertion.
You find yourself choking on your drink, spluttering as you try and expel the liquid from your windpipe. You lean over, bracing your hands on your knees as you cough and gasp for air. Natasha rushes over to you, patting your back in an attempt to help you, and you can tell from the expression on her face she knows exactly what happened.
Unfortunately for you, your actions have caught the attention of Wanda. She slows her treadmill before hopping off and quickly walking over, Clint right behind her.
“Are you okay?” she asks as she reaches you, her voice filled with concern.
You have your breathing mostly under control by now, rubbing at your chest lightly. You look up to answer her only to find your eyes level with her chest. You watch as a drop of sweat rolls down her neck and in between the valley of her breasts, which are still in full view thanks to her lack of clothing. You have to fight the urge to follow its path with her tongue.
All you can do is nod dumbly at her question, wrenching your eyes away from her tempting skin and up to her face. If she noticed your staring, she doesn’t give it away. Her eyes are still pinched together in concern.
“Are you sure?” she questions, and you find your eyes drawn to her pursed lips. God, what you wouldn’t do to be able to lean forward and just-
“She’s fine,” Natasha answers for you, and you can practically hear the smirk in her voice, “Rookie here just forgot how to drink water properly.” She slaps your back again for good measure and you turn to glare at her, wanting nothing more than to wipe the smugness from her face.
“Right,” Wanda continues, eyeing the exchange between you and Natasha warily, “well if you’re ok I’m just going to go-” she gestures back to the treadmill before walking off, confusion written all over her face.
Clint is still standing there, arms folded across his chest as he watches you with the same knowing smirk as Natasha.
“Oh fuck off, Barton,” you spit at him as you feel a blush rising up your neck.
Natasha loops her arm around your shoulder, pulling you in close to her side in an act of camaraderie.
“Yeah, fuck off Barton,” she repeats as she rubs your arm comfortingly. “She can’t help it if she’s drowning in her lust for Wanda,” she coos at you and you shove her off you.
“Leave me alone,” you whine like a child as the two of them laugh at you.
“Aw, sorry babe,” she mocks, linking her arm with Clint, “it’s not our fault you need to get laid.”
“Screw you guys,” you say, but there’s no venom to your tone. You walk over and grab your headphones from your bag before you turn towards the door. “I’m going for a run,” you inform them as you start your music and head outside, hoping that the loud bass in your ears would distract you from the ache that had settled between your legs.
//
You sigh as you walk into your room an hour later, dropping your headphones on your bed and heading for your attached bathroom. Your body feels slick with sweat, your legs aching after you pushed them to their limit. You can still feel your heart beating wildly in your chest as you quickly strip and hop into the shower.
You wash yourself slowly, your limbs exhausted after a strenuous day. You don’t regret it though, the run helped clear your head, pushing thoughts of Wanda from your mind.
The late afternoon sun bathes your bedroom in an orange glow as you pad back into your room, your movements sluggish as you pull on an old T-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts. You dry your hair quickly, letting it fall naturally, too tired to do anything with it.
You look at your bed longingly, your eyes feeling heavy. Maybe a nap before dinner couldn’t hurt, you decide as you lie down on top of the covers. The sun warms you as you snuggle into the pillow, sleep claiming you quickly.
You feel the featherlight touch of her fingers on your thigh, drifting higher and higher at an agonising pace. You try to quicken her pace, reaching for her wrist to guide it where you need it most.
“Not yet,” she whispers against your lips, and you can feel them curl into a smile as you whimper at her words.
She moves her hand back to your knee and begins the whole torturous process again. By the time she reaches the apex of your thighs, you’re panting into her mouth. Her finger glides across your folds, collecting the moisture there before finding your clit, drawing lazy circles around it as you moan beneath her.
She leaves your lips, her mouth trailing wet, hot kisses down your neck. She continues lower, down over your breasts, teasing your nipples with her tongue as she slowly applies more pressure with her finger. You move your hips, trying to increase the friction as she moves her lips lower, over your stomach and towards where you need her most.
You look down at her as she settles between your thighs, her eyes hungrily watching her finger as it slides down slowly, teasing your entrance.
Wanda locks eyes with you as she leans forward, her tongue pressing firmly-
You wake with a start, panting from your dream, the images so vivid in your mind. You shift legs, groaning as you feel the wetness between your legs, the friction doing nothing to calm your racing heart.
Still disoriented from your nap, you run your hand down to the hem of your shirt, slowly dragging it up your torso. You gasp as you expose your chest, the cool air hitting your flushed skin. Your nipples are already hard, and as you rub your palm over one of the sensitive nubs your stomach clenches.
You recall the way it felt when dream Wanda teased your nipples as you cup your breast in your hand, firmly kneading the flesh as you try to recall the details of your dream. Your other hand trails along the waist of your sleep shorts, before slipping inside. You move your hand lower, encountering the slick wetness, gathering it with your finger before pressing it against your clit.
You’re still worked up from your dream and you know it won’t take you long to fall over the edge. You imagine what it would feel like to have Wanda’s mouth on you as you increase the pressure with your finger, the familiar coil building in your stomach.
Your grinding against your hand, your moans rising in volume as you near the edge, your hand alternating between your breasts, tweaking your nipples and sending jolts down your spine. You press your finger inside, pumping it a few times before adding a second, the heel of your hand pressing firmly against your clit.
Your breath is coming out in short pants now, a light sweat has broken out on your skin as you climb higher and higher. Just as your release is about to wash over you, you hear the doorknob twist before someone walks in.
“Hey, Y/N, I was just wondering if you had seen-” Wanda freezes as she takes in the scene before her, her eyes wide, her words dying in her throat.
You hastily remove your hand from your shorts, scrambling to pull your shirt back down to cover yourself, sitting up on the bed. Your breath leaves you in a whoosh, all traces of your orgasm disappearing.
There’s a few seconds of silence, the two of you staring at each other wide-eyed. You’re still panting, your mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
Wanda seems to collect her thoughts first, squeaking out an apology as she turns and flees the room. You groan as you fall back onto the mattress, covering your face in your hands in embarrassment.
You were frustrated at yourself for getting carried away. You would normally lock the door when indulging in some alone time, knowing how often someone would walk into your room without knocking.
As if to illustrate the point, your door opens again and Natasha comes bounding inside. She flops beside you on the bed, tugging your hands away from your face and smiling sweetly down at you.
“Dinner’s ready in five,” she tells you, before leaning over and placing a kiss on your cheek, rolling off the bed and leaving the room just as quickly as she had come in.
You want to groan again, dreading the thought of having to sit through dinner with the whole team, with Wanda. But you know there’s no avoiding it. Natasha had this thing about eating together like a family, and unless you were on your deathbed, no excuse would get you out of it.
Sighing, you climb off your bed, before walking back to your bathroom and washing up for dinner, changing into a pair of jeans and your favourite shirt before walking towards your door.
Let’s get this over with, you think to yourself as you head out towards the kitchen, feeling as though you were marching toward your execution.
//
You’re quiet throughout dinner, shovelling food into your mouth in an attempt to get out of there as fast as you can. Luckily for you, Sam is home from a recent mission, so between his animated retelling of what he’d been up to and constant bickering with Bucky, you were able to keep the attention away from you.
You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Wanda, knowing that if you did you would probably die from embarrassment. Just the thought of ever having to talk to her again has your ears burning red.
There’s a lull in the conversation, and you’re hoping that you’ll be able to sneak off back to your room soon, most of the dishes on the table lying empty.
“So, Y/N,” Sam says, directing everyone’s eyes to you, “where were you today. I didn’t see you when I got back.”
“Oh um,” you begin, for once not enjoying the attention, “I went for a run then had a nap.” You answer his question with a shrug, and thankfully he accepts your answer with a nod, turning to Steve to engage him in a discussion.
You miss the way Clint eyes still watch you, his head tilted as if he were working out a difficult problem in his mind. “You’re awfully quiet tonight,” he says thoughtfully, bringing everyone’s attention back to you, “everything okay?”
Before you can answer you hear Natasha snort beside you, and you want to kick her under the table.
“She’s just a little worked up,” she says, grinning at Clint and ignoring the way you’re glaring at her. “Like I told you earlier, she just needs to get laid.”
This time you do kick her leg, getting some satisfaction in the way she flinches. “Natasha!” you cry out as she looks at you, a smug smile on her face.
“What it’s true,” she says matter of factly, “how long has it been since you broke up with whats-her-face? Six, seven months?”
“I hate you,” you mutter as you drop your hands into your face, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks.
To your horror, Sam joins in on the conversation now. “Seven months?” his voice sounds shocked, “that’s a long time to go without an orgasm.”
“Oh, I’ve seen the way she bulk buys batteries,” Natasha tells him, and you try to kick her again but she moves out of your reach, “trust me, she’s getting plenty of orgasms.” Her smile is mischievous, her eyes twinkling playfully.
“Seriously?” you question her indignantly, “at the dinner table?”
“What?” she replies her face the picture of innocence, “everyone’s finished anyway. Now tell me, when’s the last time you fucked someone?” She leans forward, placing her chin in her hands as she waits for your answer.
You growl in frustration, standing up and glaring at her. “I’m leaving,” you state before you turn around and storm off down the hall, ignoring the laughs that follow you.
Truth be told you weren’t really annoyed at Natasha, it wasn’t the first time the topic of conversation had turned to sex in the house. You normally laughed and joked along with them, even when it was at your own expense. Tonight was different though, you were still frustrated from not finishing earlier and to top it off your feelings for Wanda were really starting to mess with your head.
You stomped into your room, closing the door behind you and flopping onto your bed, burying your face in your pillow and letting out an infuriated scream. Feeling better after your outburst, you roll onto your back, turning on your TV and hoping that the sitcom playing would be enough to distract you from your day.
//
About half an hour later you hear a quiet knock at your door, and you sit up pausing the TV. You assume that it’s Natasha on the other side. This was her usual routine, she’d piss you off and then after giving you some time to cool down she’d come to apologise to you.
“Come in,” you call out, trying to decide how hard you were going to make Natasha work for your forgiveness.
All your thoughts fly out of your head, however, when you see Wanda poke her head around your door.
“Hi,” she says quietly, closing the door behind her and leaning against it.
“Hi,” you reply, not quite meeting her eyes.
The two of you pause for a few seconds, the air thick with tension and awkwardness.
“I’m sorry,” you both blurt out at the same time, before chuckling slightly.
“I should have knocked,” Wanda tells you, a blush staining her cheeks. You find yourself wondering how far her blush spreads down her neck.
“I should have locked the door,” you respond, shaking your head to clear it of the lust that had settled there once again. “I normally do, I just woke up from a dream and got a little carried away.” You groan internally at your lack of filter, but something about the woman just made you want to confess everything to her.
Wanda smiles softly at you, coming to sit on the edge of your bed. You gulp at her sudden proximity, she’s close enough now for you to reach out and touch.
“Must have been some dream,” she jokes, her voice wrapping around you, drawing you in. You nod at her statement, feeling the room grow hotter around you. She looks down at the bed then, watching her fingers as they trace patterns on your blanket.
She takes a deep breath as if working up the courage for her next words. Looking up at you from under her lashes, her voice is almost a whisper. “Who were you dreaming about?” she asks, and the way she’s looking at you makes you feel as though you are on fire. Her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip and you’re distracted by the action. That’s the only reason you can think of to explain why you utter the next word.
“You,” you breathe out and her eyes snap to yours, her pupils dilating. You’re locked in her gaze, trapped by the green orbs.
She leans in slowly then, and you forget to breathe. Her eyes stay locked on yours, holding you in place. When her lips are an inch from yours you watch as her eyes flutter closed, and you let yours do the same.
She presses her lips against yours firmly, cupping your cheek gently in her hands. You kiss her back, moving your lips with hers, shivering at the tingles that spread throughout your entire body.
She pulls back after a moment, biting her lip and looking at you nervously. You sit there stunned, unable to form a coherent thought.
“I’m sorry I interrupted earlier,” she tells you, leaning forward and placing another chaste kiss on your lips, pulling back far too quickly for your liking. “I feel bad that you didn’t get to finish. You looked stressed at training today.”
“Oh, um,” you stumble over your words, remembering your behaviour in the training room, “it’s okay.”
“I could help if you want?” she offers, leaning in again to press her lips to yours.
Surely I’m dreaming, you think to yourself. There’s no way she just said what I think she did. You don’t have time to answer her before she’s leaning back.
“Sorry, that was dumb,” she says, and you feel the disappointment bloom in your chest. She looks at you again, her gaze tender. “What I meant was,” she continues, kissing a trail up to your ear, “I want to help. If that’s okay?” she whispers into your ear, before nibbling the skin underneath, sending a surge of want straight to your core.
“More than okay,” you gasp out as she trails kisses down your neck and you feel her smile against your skin.
She kisses you again, and this time it’s a kiss full of desperation and want. She shifts on the bed, angling her body against yours and pushing you to gently lie back on the mattress. You’re more than happy to follow her lead, drunk on the feeling of her lips on yours.
She rests some of her weight against you, her warm body pressed against yours has moisture pooling between your legs. You tangle your hands in her hair while she props herself up on one elbow, using the other arm to lazily trail her hand up your side.
When her thumb brushes the underside of your breast, you gasp into the kiss and she takes the opportunity to plunge her tongue into your mouth. The feeling of her tongue dancing with yours leaves you reeling, and you find yourself wishing for this moment to never end.
When the need for air becomes too much, she tears her mouth from yours, moving her attention to your neck while you lie there gasping for breath. She nibbles at your collarbone and you rub your thighs together, desperate for some friction.
As if sensing your need, she shifts again, placing one of her legs between yours, her thigh pressing firmly against your core. You moan at the contact, grinding against her leg as you pull her face back to yours.
The kiss is frantic now, the desire building between the two of you. You can feel Wandas’ fingers dancing along the hemline of your shirt before she slips her hand underneath, moving up your torso until she finds your breast. You moan into her mouth at the contact, pushing your chest firmly into her hand. She sighs at the feeling, before reaching back down to start tugging your shirt up. You sit up to help her, breaking the kiss for a second to pull it over your head and discarding it.
Her lips are back on yours in an instant as she reaches around to unclasp your bra, pulling the straps down your arms. You’re tugging at her shirt now, wanting to feel her skin against yours. She sits back, her eyes drinking in you sitting there half naked as she quickly removes the item.
As soon as it’s thrown to the floor you tug her back to you, leaning back and pulling her with you, attaching your lips to her neck. She moans as you lick a path to her ear, tasting the slightly salty skin beneath your tongue. She rests more of her weight on you, and you sigh at the feeling of her bare skin pressed against yours, the lace of her bra scratching against your sensitive nipples.
She lifts her head to look into your eyes, the way she’s looking down at you has you pausing. She’s panting slightly, her hair a mess from your hands, her face flushed, and her lips are swollen and red from your kisses. In this moment you swear she has never looked more beautiful. You smile at her and she returns it, leaning down and kissing you softly.
All of the urgency is gone now, and you kiss languidly for several minutes, the room filled with soft sighs from the two of you. If you could freeze time and live in this moment forever you would. Your hands are drawing lazy patterns on her back, sending shivers down her spine, while her hands frame your face.
Eventually, the kisses begin to heat up again. Wanda reaches between you and flicks the button of your jeans open, your stomach clenching as she lowers the zipper down. She reaches inside your panties, pulling back to watch you with hooded eyes. Her eyes hold you captive as she trails her hand lower, her finger finding you wet and wanting.
She presses her finger firmly against your clit, causing you to gasp and arch your back. She’s still watching your face as she rubs at the bundle of nerves, working you closer to the edge. You would normally feel self-conscious at the way she watches you so intently while she touches you so intimately, but all it does is ignite the fire in your belly more.
You were already so worked up from the day that it doesn’t take you long until you’re close, moans falling from your lips as Wanda takes you higher. You try to keep your eyes on hers, but the pleasure soon becomes too much and they close.
“That’s it,” she murmurs, her soft accented voice wrapping around you, “let me make you feel good.”
It’s all too much, the coiling tightening until you feel like you’re going to snap. She moves her finger faster now, applying the perfect amount of pressure to drive you wild.
“Open your eyes for me малышка,” she breathes, her tone commanding, “I want to see you when you come undone for me.”
You do as she says, opening your eyes and looking at her. She rewards you by pressing her finger against you harder and combined with the expression on her face, you find yourself tipping over the edge. You cry out as waves of please wash over you, as she continues to work you through your orgasm.
Her finger slows as the last few aftershocks rip through you, and if you weren’t so blissed out you’d be embarrassed by how fast she was able to make you fall apart. She removes her hand from your pants and leans forward to kiss you again until you’re breathless.
“Wow,” you breathe out as she pulls away, a satisfied smile on her face.
“I’m only just getting started,” she informs you as she works her mouth down your neck again. Your stomach flutters, want and desire burning through you again. She moves her lips across your chest, using her tongue and teeth on your breasts to turn you into a panting mess beneath her. She moves her mouth lower, kissing across your stomach, and you feel your heart speed up in anticipation.
She tugs on the top of your pants, and you lift your hips to help her remove them. She pulls them off and you’re left in nothing but your panties. She kisses your knee, trailing her lips up your inner thigh slowly, the pace driving you crazy. Just as she’s about to arrive where you want her, she moves to your other knee and repeats the process. By the time she makes it back up, you’re just about ready to beg.
She hooks her fingers into the top of your underwear, slowly pulling them down your legs and then settling between your thighs. She looks up at you, her breath hot against your sensitive flesh.
“Please Wanda,” you plead, your hips moving to try to bring her closer to where you want her.
“Tell me what you want,” she whispers, pursing her lips and blowing lightly against you, the cool air on your overheated centre causing you to jerk in response. She smiles up at you innocently, as if she wasn’t slowly killing you.
“Y-you,” you stutter out, too far gone to care about how desperate you sound.
“You’ll have to be more specific sweetheart,” she coos, trailing her hands up your thighs now, her touch setting you on fire.
“Your mouth,” you gasp as she uses her fingers to spread you open, her eyes looking at your glistening folds hungrily.
“Where?” she questions, and you almost want to cry in frustration. “Here?” She leans forward and presses a soft kiss against your clit, not hard enough to give you any relief, but just enough to leave you whimpering. “Or here?” she whispers as she leans forward again and moves her tongue around your entrance, barely dipping inside.
“Yes,” you cry out, your voice sounding strangled.
She must take pity on you then, not asking you to clarify before she moves forward again, pressing her tongue inside you.
“Oh god,” you cry out, your eyes rolling back in your head at the sensation. The firm muscle pushing inside you and exploring your centre has your hips rising from the bed trying to get it deeper. Wanda brought one of her hands up, holding your hips still as she sets a relentless pace with her tongue, her nose brushing over your clit every so often.
After a few minutes, she moved higher, dragging her tongue up your folds before reaching your clit, sucking the sensitive nub into her mouth. She pressed a finger into you slowly, letting your heat envelope it. She pumped it a few times as she swirled her tongue around your clit, and you could have sworn you saw stars.
“More,” you cry out, your voice low with desire and she obliges. She adds another finger to the first, filling you as she pumps them in and out. You move your hips in time with her thrusts, feeling the coil tightening again as your breathing becomes erratic.
“Please, please Wanda,” you don’t know what you’re begging for, you just know that you’re so close and you don’t ever want her to stop. Wanda hums against you, the vibration on your clit drawing you closer to your release, and when she curls her fingers inside of you, you clamp down on them, crying out her name loudly as your thighs tighten around her. She presses a few quick kisses against your clit, her fingers still pumping inside of you as you ride out your orgasm.
After what feels like an eternity you still, your legs loosening their grip on her shoulders. She slowly withdraws her fingers and you whimper slightly. Her eyes are locked on yours as she brings the digits to her lips, cleaning them with her tongue. She kisses back up your body while you try to regain the use of your limbs. She reaches your lips, placing light pecks there until you grab her by the back of the head and press your lips firmly together.
You push your tongue into her mouth, the taste of yourself on her tongue causing you to moan into her mouth. She straddles your thigh, and you can feel the rough material of her pants on your skin as she grinds against you, seeking her own friction.
You reach between you and fumble with the button, your fingers frantic. “Too many clothes,” you complain against her mouth and she laughs in response.
She bats your hands away, quickly undoing them while you unhook her bra. You sit up with her on your lap as it falls away, latching onto her breast as your hand massages the other, causing her to gasp, the pace of her hips picking up against your thigh. She clutches your head to her chest and you shower her breasts with attention, your hands sinking into her back pockets to guide her hips faster against you.
You hear her breathing pick up, small moans escaping her lips. Her eyes are closed and you watch her as she throws her head back. You take the opportunity while she’s distracted to flip her, and her eyes fly open as her back hits the mattress.
You lean in to kiss her quickly, murmuring a sultry “my turn,” against her lips before you descend down her body. You make quick work of her remaining clothes and then suddenly she’s bare before you, her legs open as you fall between them.
You lean in eagerly, licking a stripe up her soaked centre and she cries out as you hum at the sweet taste of her. You find her clit, swirling your tongue around it as her hands find your hair, pushing your face further into her. You waste no time, slowly pushing a finger inside her, moaning at the feel of her tight, wet heat surrounding you.
You pump it a few times before adding a second, feeling her stretch around you. You press your fingers into her again and again, using your mouth on her clit to bring her to ecstasy. She’s moaning wantonly, moving her hips in time with your fingers. You curl them inside of her, feeling her clench around you while she cries out. So you do it again, pressing against the spot that drives her wild, sucking hard on her clit. She’s close now, you can tell, your name falling from her lips over and over again like a prayer.
With one final press inside her, your teeth nibbling on the bundle of nerves, you feel her walls tighten around you as she cries out your name loudly. You continue to pump your fingers as she rides out her release, lapping at the sweet juices that coat her. As she comes down you remove your fingers, cleaning them off with your tongue as you rise back up the bed toward her.
She kisses you slowly, the two of you blissed out and tired from your activities. You lie down next to her, and she gathers you in her arms, your head resting on her chest and your legs tangling over the blanket.
You can hear the steady pounding of her heart below your ear, and the sound almost lulls you to sleep.
“So,” she says, and you can hear the nerves in her voice, “that happened.”
“Mhmmm,” you reply, unsure of where she was going with this. You hoped that it wasn’t just a one time thing for her, a way to blow off some steam, never to be spoken of again.
“Maybe I should go,” she suggests, and you sit up to look at her. She rises onto her elbows, looking just over your shoulder and you catch the apprehension in her expression.
“Or,” you say, your fingers joining with hers on the bed, causing her eyes to snap to yours, “you could stay?”
The way she smiles at you makes your heart sing, and you want to spend your days making her smile like that.
“Yeah?” she breathes out, a hopeful expression on her face.
“Yeah,” you reply, before leaning in and kissing her sweetly. This kiss holds none of the urgency from before but it still leaves you breathless.
The two of you clean up, slipping naked under the covers together. You move back to rest against her chest, twining your legs with hers beneath the blankets. Your arm is slung around her waist while she strokes her fingers up and down your back. You sigh at the feeling of contentment you feel, sure that nothing could ruin this moment.
As if on queue the door to your room suddenly opens, Natasha walking in with a bottle of wine in her hands.
“Alright, did I cross a line? Maybe.” She doesn’t even spare a glance at your bed as she walks over to your desk, placing two glasses down before turning around to continue. “But I bring an apology in the form of wine so you can’t stay mad at-” she stops suddenly as she takes in the sight before her.
A wicked grin crosses her face and you just know that she’s about to say something awful. “Glad you took my advice about getting laid,” she snickered, “maybe now you’ll stop being so damn moody all the time.”
You would normally be annoyed by her comment, but at this moment you can’t find it in you to care about her teasing.
“Whatever Romanoff,” you responded, “you’re just jealous.”
“As if,” she counters and you roll your eyes at her.
“Whatever you say,” you shrug as Wanda giggles beneath you. “Now if you don’t mind,” you continue as you lift your head, looking down at Wanda tenderly, “I may just need to take your advice again.” You lean down and press your lips to Wandas, ignoring the huff of your friend as she storms out of the room.
You laugh, pulling away from Wanda and winking at her. You sit up quickly and swing your legs over the side of the bed, walking over to your door.
“Where are you going?” she questions, and you look over at her. She’s sitting up, the sheet pooled around her waist, her mussed hair and swollen lips making her look freshly fucked. She was gorgeous and she was all yours.
“Nowhere,” you reply, flicking the lock on your door, “I just have some important plans and I’d hate to be interrupted again.” You smile at her and her returning grin has you running and jumping back into bed, getting lost in Wanda all over again.
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