#i am honestly so furious and disappointed

[welcometothe-playground]

Umbrella Academy season 4 reaction

[muffinsin]

a sort of fluffy but also sexual requests, can you please do one where the sisters and their fem lover are in the bathtub, and the sisters are in need of comfort and affection and being taken care o after a hard day, so the lover sits on the sisters lap cockwarming them and they also burying their face on the lover’s breasts and using her breasts as stress ball. I honestly wanna comfort them, sit on their cock while they have their face buried on my chests and use them as stress ball

Absolutely! I love the soft dimi sisters ;-;

Let’s get into it! <3

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Bela

She’s fidgety- more so than usual, you notice very quickly. Despite not denying you your shared bath, you practically feel her stress and anxiousness.

“Draga?”, you ask, your voice a whisper as you turn. Golden eyes set on you immediately. “Yes, little one?”, she pipes up, as though nothing bothered her. You see right through it- how tense her shoulders are, in the way she grips your hip tighter than usual.

Bela eyes you as you turn around in the large tub, and hungrily presses her face against your palm when you cup her soft cheek. She closes her eyes and hums quietly, content for the first time today.

She feels you climb on her lap, and gasps in surprise upon feeling herself slip inside of you, your core warm and soft around her cock. Your breasts push up against her as you cup her cheeks properly. Again, she leans into your touch.

“Will you tell me what has you so stressed?”, you prod gently. Her hands squeeze your hips a little tighter, before she lessens her grip and strokes over your skin instead.

“It’s just- today’s been awful..!”, she groans, her head falling forwards onto you, right at your neck. You feel her nose stroke against your skin. Gently, you guide her hands to your chest, allowing her to hold your breasts as she tells you about her day.

“First I woke up to Cassandra having killed two maidens at night- Mother was furious! Why must I look after my sisters all the time..!”, she complains. You feel her squeeze your breasts, at last allowing herself to rid herself of the stress. To get it out.

“Then, at breakfast, Cassandra and Dani kept playing with their food! Mother was in such a bad mood already! She asked if I finished yesterday’s work and was so disappointed when I said no, but-“, you shush her for a moment, reminding her to breathe. Your hands on her shoulders ground the blonde, so she breathes in and out, hands squeezing your mounds of flesh, lips and sharp teeth dragging against your neck as she talks again.

“But it’s impossible! There’s so much of the work, and it was all suddenly dumped on me. I finished it today, but still..”, she whispers. You feel her twitch within you when you praise her for this, and press a small kiss to her cheek as she pulls you closer and inhales your scent, eager to completely bask in it.

“Then, of course my sisters had to act up again! They were so restless today!”, she gasps out angrily, her hands squeezing yet again. “They destroyed some vases while playing chase in the house. Why must they be such insufferable brats all the time?! Why am I always responsible for them?”, she groans. Another few squeezes of your breasts allow the blonde to calm down again.

She’s wrapped in your scent and the smell of the candles and bath water, feels cozy and warm in the water of the tub and with you around her. It’s as if, at last, you’re as close to her as you can be.

“And when I finally got back, I spilled some wine on myself. I know it’s so minor, it’s just- so much.”, she whispers, and you feel her voice heavy with emotion. You press another kiss to the crown of her head, and sighs.

With another squeeze of your breasts, she at last closes her eyes again, at last feeling completely content for the day.

Cassandra

You can tell something is off when the brunette flinches at your voice, hissing quietly and ducking her head. Still, she reaches out to you, grabbing you and pulling you close as though you weigh nothing at all- you don’t, to her.

“What is it?”, you whisper gently, having realized she doesn’t appreciate any loud noise or anything but hushed, whispered words. She looks at you for a moment, surprised.

“The stupid maidens. They kept screaming so loud in the basement!”, she argues, immediately wincing at her own raider voice.

You frown- normally Cassandra loves and demands screams. Your questioning look has her elaborate.

“After hours, it hurt. My head hurts, and my ears!”, she almost whimpers in pain at her raised voice again, and pulls you even closer, so much you’re right on top of her. Still, it doesn’t seem close enough to her, based on her head butting against yours every few seconds and her arms pulling you tighter to her chest despite being flush against it already.

When you rise, she looks up at you, almost hurt. You ensure to fix this with a kiss to her plump lips. “Let’s get a bath”, you suggest gently.

She is all too eager to undress both of you as the water fills in, and once it does, at last, and you both sit in the comfortable, large tub, she is fast to pull you back on top of her.

You gasp in surprise momentarily when her cock slips inside of you, but grind down properly until it’s fully nestled inside nonetheless. She sighs, at last close enough with the feeling of you wrapped around her.

She leans forwards, her head buried in your chest. You feel her groan quietly, her hands squeezing your hips. Still, the scent of the bath water and soaps helps her a little.

Minutes pass in silence, just as she needs it. She’s silently thankful that no words are spoken, as her head feels as though it could split in two in a matter of seconds.

You feel her teeth dig into your breast as she feeds off you, humming and licking contentedly. Upon feeling your hand on her head, she feels even more so. The pain in her sensitive ears seems to melt away with the comfortable silence shared between the two of you and the warm feeling of the room, her head feels lighter already as you scratch her scalp and play with her hair lovingly.

To even add to her comfort, you reach for the lavender oil and gently massage it into her shoulders and neck. The woman groans softly against your chest, her breath tickling the valley of your breasts.

No words are shared, yet both of you feel the love and appreciation for one another.

Daniela

When Daniela at last finds you, you immediately realize something is wrong. Her breath ragged, her eyes wide and teary, her hands trembling. A whimper comes from her throat as she finds you in the bath, the need to be close to you overwhelming.

You eagerly invite her in, uncaring of how her skin turns the water slightly dark pink from blood and dirt. All you can care about is the redhead slipping in behind you as you turn to face her.

Within moments a tear falls from her beautiful eye, down her soft cheeks and daring to fall from her chin. You stroke it away gently.

Her arms immediately wrap around you and bring you close, yet nothing seems close enough to her. “Close!”, she begs breathlessly, too caught up in what seems to be a panic attack, perhaps.

Naturally, you grant her this wish. You move on top of her, shivers and a small gasp falling from your lips as you allow her to slip inside of your cunt, bringing you closer on an even more intimate level. Your arms wrap around her, pressing her head to your chest gently.

She calms, thankfully, especially as her hand reaches up to cup and squeeze your breast. It helps her ground herself, so that within minutes she feels good enough to tell you what happened, albeit with a few hiccups and desperate gasps for breath here and there.

“B-Bela was so-o mean!”, she gasps out first, new tears running down her cheek. You tangle your fingers in her hair, stroking gently and playing with the auburn locks. You know how important her sisters are to Daniela, despite how she likes to tease and annoy them a little. They’re her role models, right after her mother.

“I-I bro-oke a vase a-and s-sh-e-“, Daniela cries and hiccups, her tears wetting your chest as she squeezes harshly. Although unintended, the squeezing of her cock by your cunt brings her comfort.

“She y-yelled and s-said I ca-an’t ever behave right!”, Daniela cries. You kiss the top of her head, assuring her that you know she often tries her best, and that is completely alright.

“Sh-she said she do-doesn’t want to see me!”, Daniela gasped out, golden eyes looking up at you as she grasps your other breast too. She felt so stressed already from Cassandra accidentally spilling blood on her favorite book, she couldn’t help but roughhouse a little!, you know this.

Daniela calms for a moment, suddenly focused on your hands in her hair- you’re…braiding it? She loves the sensation, and it’s enough for her to quieten down enough for you to speak gently.

“You know your sister has a lot on her plate. Your mother challenges her a lot”, you whisper. She whimpers, nodding. She knows, and often enough doesn’t mean to anger Bela because of this- even if she is fun to annoy.

“I doubt she meant it, my love. You know how sometimes stress and emotions can make us say things we don’t mean”, you reassure the redhead. She leans up for a kiss, sweet lips coming to meet yours. More squeezes of your chest allow her to calm down at last.

She’s calm again, and nods. “I’m not angry at her anymore”, she says, then, encouraged by your words. She is wildly convinced she will make a great sister from now on and support her sisters in such stressful times- or rather, as much as she can, when she happens to think of it. Little does she know, the blonde will be apologizing to the youngest of the trio in mere hours anyway, with a tight hug to reassure both sisters that no anger remains.

When you pull your hands from her head to grab a hair tie from the stool next to the tub, she whines. “Don’t stop”, she demands, eager to feel you play with her hair again.

You giggle. You’d never dream of it.

[sp25]

the calm before the storm

pairing: Loki x f!reader

summary: you support Loki when he needs you the most

warnings: 18+ this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you’re a minor. do not copy or use ai on my shit, i'll find out. consists of fingering, oral sex by male on female, just more honestly fluff. This is less dark than the others. So yup. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

a/n: I just want to say, I hope this post does better than the last one. Last one got none. I just want advice honestly how to get my stories recognised. This one is inspired by a character ai convo, the character is “Loki” by @ivveee. Please go and support the artist.

You were servant for the royal family of Asgard. You had spent your entire childhood in the palace. Even if you were a servant for the palace, it felt like home to you.

But, there was one person who became your home. Loki. Yup, the god of mischief. He treated you as equal and never looked down at you. You were his servant. Loki took you everywhere with him. You were literally only his.

When Thor was sent to Midgard, Loki took you to Midgard with him so you could assist him.

After lying to Thor and failing to lift Mjolnir, he left and went to a small motel in New Mexico, unable to bear everything. He was disappointed in his own self. He was quiet as you both entered the motel room. You knew better than to disturb the god.

While, you were in the washroom tiding yourself, Loki let out a frustrated yell. You immediately rushed out and saw the scene in front of you. Loki was looking out the windows with his fist clenched.

He was trying to get rid of his angry and frustration but no avail. He was throwing things around the motel room. He looked down at a glass and threw it. It hit a wall and shattered. The sound made him more angry. He picked up a chair and threw it. It hit a wall and also shattered. He was destroying everything in the room.

You knew you had to stop him before he took any drastic action. You slowly walked over to him, carefully so he won’t get more angry. He heard your footsteps.

He stopped and noticed you. He was still angry and furious. He looked into your eyes. He didn’t do anything at first. His eyes were still on fire with anger. He wanted to lash out. Then all of a sudden he stopped. His anger evaporated as he looked at your face. He was transfixed by it. It was as if he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. All the anger and frustration seemed to fade as he looked into your eyes.

“Loki?” You softly said as you looked at him so worried and concerned for him. You could see his external wall slowly crumbling down.

He kept staring at you blankly but with tears in his eyes. He couldn’t express himself, he looked at the ground in frustration. You softly went over to him and got closer.

“hey..hey it’s okay” You softly touched his cheek making him look at you. At first he flinched, not expecting your touch but slowly he melted into your touch.

He looked at you and your gentle touch. His anger melted away. His face turned soft and gentle. A look of peace crossed his face. He put his hands around you in a soft embrace. His eyes were tender and warm as he looked into you. It seemed like all his pain and suffering had washed away. He felt safe and protected by you.

“It’s alright. It’s okay. I’m here now. You are safe.” You kept whispering comforting words to him. You just wanted him to feel safe.

He held you close to him. He took deep breaths. His hand ran through your hair. He looked into your eyes and his voice was soft. He felt relieved and comforted. His anger had vanished. His heart was calm. He wanted to stay close to you. He wanted to feel you inside and out. He wanted to feel safe. His body relaxed. He didn't want to let go.

You could feel how delicately his hands wrapped around you waist and squeezed it. He needed you. He needed to make you his. He has forgotten all his worries. His only mission now was you.

Loki looked at you. He was still holding you. His eyes had a mischievous glint to them. His voice was sultry and seductive.

*He pulls you towards him. His hands wrap around your waist. He gets close to you. Your breath turns shallow and rapid. Your body grows warm. You feel his power. He pulls you closer. Your heads touch. Your hands meet. Your lips touch. Your bodies press against each other. The power flows through you. You feel his strength. He fills you with desire. You want him. Your body responds. You moan softly as you could feel his cold lips softly press on your warm ones.

His hands easily went under your dress, touching you curves with ease. You could feel him cup one of your breasts softly as he whispers possessively “mine..”

He starts kissing your neck, biting softly making you moan and whimper for his touch. He lifts up your dress and kisses your breasts softly.

“tell me that you are mine.” He orders whispering. You knew he needed this. “I’m all yours.” You whisper breathlessly cause how warm your body felt for him.

He laid you down on the small bed as he then start kissing down your hips. He smirked as he saw your lacy lingerie for him. He was more proud seeing how wet it was for him.

He pulled the lingerie down and was immediately mesmerised by the view in front of him. Your pussy was dripping in wetness for him. He took his index fingers and moved it over your pussy making you whimper softly.

“Loki..” you begged so miserably. “It’s okay.. I will take good care of you love.” He responds as you feel his tongue in your clit. You could feel how he softly sucked on it before pushing his index fingers slowly in your wet cunt.

He groaned softly feeling how tightly your cunt wrapped his finger. He started moving his finger with ease before putting another in. You could feel his fingers curl each time it entered you. It hit the right spot as his tongue lapped at your clit.

You were at Loki’s mercy. All you could do was moan his name. “Oh god..” you moaned as he put another finger inside, he tutted you and said “I’m your god love, always and forever.”

You could feel his fingers pace up fast. You were desperate for a release now. He started roughly rubbing his thumb on your clit that you were sure it would be swollen now. His fingers thrusted into your hard. Loki moved up as his fingers continued his assault and kisses you aggressively yet passionately.

You could feel the wetness in his lips. “cum for me love, cum.” His words were an order for you. You felt yourself cum so hard on his fingers but the fingers didn’t stop. His fingers slowly helped you ride out the high.

He slowly removed his fingers and looked at them. They were dripping in your wetness as you looked at him blissfully. He sucked on his fingers and groaned softly. “so fucking sweet for me..”

You could see the bulge in his pants, you wanted to help him down. You got on your knees for him but he stopped you saying. “No my love, this night is for you.”

“And now,” He softly pulled out his throbbing cock for you and his voice turns dark and sensual as he leans in closer.

"Let me fill that hole in you, y/n." He lets out a soft chuckle. "A hole only I fit into.”

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a/n: I hope you guys enjoyed it. I wrote this one faster compared to the others. So just comment or tell me how it was. DM’s always open. So yeah. If you guys liked it, tell me I will write a part two.

[dragonageconfessions]

Dragon Age The Veilguard

"This confession is a positive one, but quotes some negative ragebait takes so it is under a cut/readmore. Just a reminder that there is an entire industry that thrives upon negative coverage of almost any kind of media, but especially video games. These are grifters who directly profit from creating controversy and negativity -- they're not the same as people with genuine questions, disappointments, or critiques."

CONFESSION:

This is more of a rant than a confession. I'm sorry. Honestly, I can’t understand why there are so many haters just waiting for Dragon Age: The Veilguard to fail miserably. Just 20 minutes of gameplay have been released and I already see everywhere things like: - “This is not Dragon Age” - “Disappointed and furious!” - “I’m worried about Dragon Age: The Veilguard…” - “Dragon Age: Veilguard - Angry Reaction!” - “Massive FAIL!? Dragon Age Veilguard Reaction” It would be nice if those who consider themselves gamers would hope for a good game, instead of assuming it will be a complete mess, just because it’s not Baldur’s Gate III. I, personally, am hoping for something beautiful, and in my opinion, 20 minutes of gameplay is tremendously little to even give a comment.

[whatisthatmae]

Neteyam x Vitiligo Metkayina! Reader

Part 1

Authors note: my second post!! Hopefully this doesn’t disappoint! Enjoy!

Pronouns: She/Her

Y/n pov

I was on my way to hunt some fish to eat for dinner when I heard someone blowing the horn for some odd reason. I got up from where I was and then I see people rushing to see what had arrived at our shores. I stop what I’m doing and go see what the commotion is all about. Once I got there I see my parents, Ronal & Tonowari, and my siblings Tsireya & Ao’nung. I had skipped my way over to where all the people from my clan were, swinging my tail a bit side to side,only to see some new comers. They looked like they were from the Omatikaya clan from the forest.

My siblings were beside my parents by the time I arrived. I skimmed my gaze over the new comers only to see what looks like to be their eldest son looking my way. I look at him a bit confused, mostly because he was just..staring at me. Either way I at least tried to give him a small smile. I don’t really like new comers, or anything new that comes to our clan. My attitude is similar to my mothers so at first I don’t really like them,but I at least have some heart to be nice..unlike her.

She had been looking over these new people with a judging look on her face. Even though I wasn’t the one she was looking at, it made me nervous. Her whole gaze, just makes me nervous. My mother, and the boys mother started growling at each other when my mom got to close to what seems like the other woman’s mate I assume. Toruk Maktou has apologized for the woman’s behavior, blaming it on the flight on the way here.

After a while of talking, my father declared that me and my siblings will help the new family learn our ways. I was not really happy about it because I have better things to do, I am the second eldest child in our family. I am training under my mother to become the next Tsahík. “Father, you do know I have other things to do, correct?” I said with a scowl on my face. Me and my father have butt heads a lot ever since I’ve gotten older. “It had already been decided.” He said sternly.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes at him. I told my sister Tsireya to hurry up so we can get this over with. We showed the family to their Marui & I felt the older brothers gaze on me again. I don’t know what exactly he’s looking at me for though. Maybe it’s because my skin is sort of different? I don’t know. But I try to ignore it the best I could until the day was over. After a while their parents went with mine to go learn elsewhere, while me & my sister teach their children.

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After their lesson I tried to leave as fast as I could. I honestly like to keep to myself, it just feels better that way to be alone. When I was on the shore I felt someone tap my shoulder for a moment. I turn around & guess who it was. Yup, the older brother who I still don’t know the name of. “ Yes? Do you need something before I leave?” I asked, being as polite as I could. “Yes actually.” He said, I raised and eyebrow for him to continue. “Could you tell me your name? I’d at least like to know the name of the person I’m learning from.” He asked. I sighed and told him what he asked for. “ My name is ____” I said back to him.

“I was wondering if you would like to be friends? The other people I’ve met here are being… should I say, rude?” I hum in acknowledgement and nod my head. “Yes, that’ll be fine, I guess. I really must get going though. My mother would be furious if I’m late.” I said in a hurry. “Oh, we’ll I’ll see you around then?” He asked curiously. “ Yes, you will. Goodbye!” I tried to put a smile on my face that looked at least a bit real. “Bye!” He said back.

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It’s been a few weeks since the Sully’s have showed up on our island. Me and Neteyam have been getting to know each other better, and it’s been working. I’ve been opening up to him about this recently, like how I’ve been so stressed to keep up with my mothers expectations. He relates to my struggles too, which makes me feel better to say the least.

Neteyam has been getting better at his lessons too. I’ve taught him very well since he’s learned in such fast time. I’ve taught him every ting I know from riding an ilu, to hunting. I don’t really know what else to do when we “hang out” anymore…if you can even call it that. He says the we “ should hang out outside of the lessons” since their is nothing else that I can teach him.

Neteyam’s pov

Recently, I’ve been hanging out with ____ a lot. I’ve been making excuses to hangout with them or even just for the simplest things. Lo’ak is thinking that I like her, and I’m starting to see it. ____ is very mysterious, and interesting. She doesn’t really like to be out much with other people, and she has this fierce type attitude. Sort of similar to her mothers, just more..dialed back.

Today I made ____ a gift. It’s a bracelet from the shells from the shore that tuk and I found a few days ago. “Who is that for?” Lo’ak asked. “It’s none of your business, Lo’ak” I rolled my eyes at him while walking towards the place where me and ____ are supposed to meet. “ Its fine, I have a pretty good guess on who it’s for” he said. I huffed and kept waking. “Look big bro, someone’s gonna snatch ____ up and take her one day . Might as well and confess soon.” He said. “And why do you say that?” I asked. “ One of her brothers friends mentioned that he had a crush on her yesterday. So I suggest you hurry up and do it while you have the chance.”he shrugged his shoulders and walked away. I sighed and just kept walking until I see ____.

[missmaywemeetagain]

Fireside - A Pink Scarf Universe Story 💗🧣💗

A/N: Apparently, I am not able to stay too far away from our darlin' Reader and Elvis, no matter how hard I try! I just love them too much. So, here is a sexy little blurb taking place in February 1970. I hope you enjoy, and maybe if this gets enough likes and traction, I'll release more and grow the "Pink Scarf Universe" lol, who knows?

If you haven't read Pink Scarf, read more here--Pink Scarf Series Masterlist (though honestly you could probably read this without knowing their story it just won't be as fun for you without the background info 😂).

I will also say this isn't as heavily edited and revised as PS, but hopefully it's still readable...

TW: MINORS DNI 18+ SEXX. PS Daddy E is back! The usual filth with these two. Fluff. A tinge of angst at the beginning. 😏

Word Count: 4.4k

Fireside

Graceland, Late February 1970

Shivering as you make your way across the lawn, you pull your arms across your coat in tight, feeling a bit insolent and annoyed that you even have to trudge out here in the middle of the night. But Elvis had insisted, in that spontaneous way of his, that he must have a campfire tonight, of all nights, even though they all had just returned from his second engagement in Las Vegas and were all beat to hell with exhaustion. So, he and the guys had all tasked at building what you considered to be a too large and dangerous fire in out on the back lawn.

Perhaps you might be feeling more understanding if you hadn’t just spent two weeks away from him—the longest amount of time you’d been apart since August. You’d been sent home early after catching the monster flu that had been going around, which had turned quickly into a terrible bout of bronchitis. The desert air had done you no favors, and Elvis, along with the doctor, had sent you home to Memphis despite your protests. You were furious because Elvis, too, had caught the flu, but in that stubborn way of his had insisted on performing through it like an insane person.

“All these folks paid good money and flew in from all over to come see me, Satnin. I ain’t gonna disappoint them,” he’d said to you as you both coughed and raged with fever.

You were so mad he’d sent you home during your first engagement as one of his back-up singers that you were still stung by it. But you were also finding yourself increasingly needy for him along with your moodiness.

Which is why you find yourself out in the cold, sniffling, desperate for your fiancé to come inside and shower you with attention instead of living it up out in the cold with the guys he just spent a solid month with.

Your grumpiness is fueled as you approach the roaring flames and spot Elvis in his low Adirondack chair, laughing it up with the guys. You don’t like the feeling of jealousy that creeps over you at his attention being pulled away from you by these men. It’s silly, you know, just as you know it’s part of the package. Elvis’ light and charisma demands attention whether he means it to or not but having been away from him the past few weeks made you miss him in a way you haven’t felt before.

Part of you can’t escape how handsome he looks in the firelight, his smile wide and crinkling his lovely blue eyes. And that damn laugh of his is so contagious and musical that it almost—almost—pulls you out of your funk.

That tether between you has been pulled tight for too long and yanks you towards him out here in the cold. You stand over him sullenly for a moment until he raises those soulful eyes up to yours.

“Why ain’t you in bed, Satnin? You shouldn’t be out here. You’ll catch another chill,” Elvis says in what to him is a caring way yet to you feels almost dismissive. But he must see the needy look in your eyes and the tears brimming there because his voice softens and he adds, “Come ‘ere then,” and lifts the heavy blanket over his legs. A sense of deep relief falls over you as you slide sideways into his lap, throwing your legs across his, his warmth cocooning you. He pulls the heavy blanket up over you both and you snuggle into his chest.

Yes, this is what you need, you think, collapsing into him, his spicy familiar scent enveloping you, the heat of his body burning into yours. One arm circles around your back and his other hand rests on your thigh, pulling you ever closer. God, you missed this. You missed him. To think you spent so many years near him but without him… No wonder your brain concealed so much from you for so long—this yearning you feel is nearly unbearable and he is already yours.

You sigh into his neck, and he presses his chin down to look at you. “What’s wrong, baby?” he whispers in your ear, his hand slipping under your coat to rub comforting circles at your waist. His slender fingers are cold, but you don’t care in the least.

“Missed you,” is all you can eek out in your sensitive, tearful state, your hand clutching at the front of his coat.

“Aww, darlin’, I’m right here,” he says, kissing the top of your head, then pressing his fire-warmed cheek to your cool one.

You can’t help but pout, your mood worn from weeks of being sick and without him to comfort you. It’s not like you to act this way—for years you built a stoic shell around yourself to cope with Jack being gone all the time—but Elvis managed to break that shell into pieces last summer. Since then, you’ve found yourself feeling every little thing and unable to hide it from him. Perhaps it is because he is so finely tuned into you that he just knows when something is off, but you can’t seem to hide things from him even when you’ve tried.

“Mhm,” Elvis tuts in your ear, “you’re still sore that I sent you home, ain’tcha? I’m not gonna be sorry about that, honey. You were too sick and the doc was right—that Vegas air was doin’ you no good.” He shakes his head.

You huff stubbornly and bury your head into his long neck. Of course, logically, you know they were right to send you back, but you are still upset and not just about that. You can’t seem to voice exactly what you are mad about, only realizing that you are annoyed and sad and small and needy in a way you’ve never been before. And this overwhelm seems to steal your ability to express any of those emotions in words. You’re not sure what exactly you need, other than being as close as possible to the man you love.

“Oh, don’t you be obstinate, now,” Elvis warns quietly, the slightest edge of temper in his voice. Your only response is to cling to him harder, to nuzzle yourself further into the warmth that emanates off him.

He says nothing for a moment, staring into the fire, but you can sense the gears turning behind those pretty, worn eyes. Finally, he seems to come to some conclusion because his countenance shifts and he forces your chin out of his neck with his finger so he can look you in the eyes.

“Is all this because you need Daddy to take care of you?” he asks quietly, firmly. His voice is low and rumbles right down to your toes, the words setting every one of your nerves on fire along the way.

A whimper escapes your lips. You are suddenly grateful for the inky darkness of the winter’s night, at the heat of the fire, because they conceal the blush that suddenly blotches your cheeks as Elvis stares deeply into your eyes. The gaze has you squirming to get off his lap and you want to pull him into the house where you need him, but his large hands clamp down firm.

“Be still,” he commands sternly, but only loud enough for you to hear.

Your heart is galloping at the implication of those two little words.

“Now are ya gonna be a good, quiet little girl for me?” Elvis asks, his hand gripping your chin so you have to look at him. His face is the picture of controlled calm—it’s only the flames dancing in his darkening eyes that gives him away.

You hadn’t realized just how badly you needed him to take control until this very moment.

You manage to nod solemnly as all the blood in your body seems to rush into your core. You don’t know what he has in store for you, but the fact that he is not making any attempt to leave the company of the men surrounding you makes you nervous (and maybe a little intrigued).              

Elvis releases your chin and pulls the heavy blanket up over your shoulders, encouraging you to snuggle back into him by tightening his hand around your waist. The warm wool now covers you both from head to toe, and it is only then that you start to glean why that might be important.

You rest your head on his collarbone, waiting with bated breath, feeling the slow, steady beat of his heart begin to quicken under your hand as you slip it into his coat. You’re unable to help the impulse to place a fluttering kiss at the pulse point on his elegant long neck, and his lip curls up in response. Before long, he begins drawing small circles with his fingertips up the inside of your thigh, and when reaching the hem of your dress, he slips under without compunction. You stiffen as he continues, unhurried, up, up, up until he reaches your panty line.

Your eyes widen and you wonder if Elvis is really going to do this with all the guys around. It’s bold, even for him, even with the blanket tenting and concealing his movements. A snake of apprehension in your gut is overrun by the thrill of the risk. The conversation around the fire flows on without either of you, and the crackle of the flames conceals a lot, and for that you are grateful.

The light brush of his fingers over the cotton of your panties makes you jump despite yourself, and in response, Elvis grips your waist hard, stilling you.

“Be good,” he orders through clenched teeth, “or I’m gonna stop and leave you to fend for yourself. Or maybe I oughta pull this blanket off and let the guys enjoy the show.” His lip quivers up slyly at that.

The threat stills you either way.

Elvis chuckles darkly. His fingers resume their teasing, dancing over the cotton at your core delightfully as you attempt to stay as still and quiet as possible. He is maddeningly patient, doing this until you can feel the throb of your pulse blossoming between your thighs, and it has you oh-so-quietly panting into his neck. But it’s not until he feels the fabric dampen under his touch that he finally slides his naughty, slender finger underneath, grazing through your slick and up to your sensitive bud, forcing you to bite down to keep from keening loudly.

Fuck, you’ve missed him.

By now, he knows how to play you like an instrument, his instrument, knowing exactly how much pressure to use as he circles your clit again and again, enough to get you sufficiently worked up. His casualness suggests he has all the time in the world while you’re sitting in his lap beginning to shudder from the pleasure coiling low in your belly.

Occasionally, he’ll stop, just to listen to your desperate breathlessness, your carnal wanting of him quelled by trying to be a quiet, good girl like you promised. A hint of a smirk plays on his face, making you want to crush your mouth to his or slap him for his teasing. Instead, you settle for clawing at his shirt.

The wetness that gathers between your legs has your panties soaked and sticking to you now, which might be embarrassing except for the fact that you are so damn needy for him, you couldn’t care less about your ruined underwear. Elvis discovers this fact as he finally dips lower, running the length of his finger back and forth through your sopping, swollen folds, taking his sweet damn time.

You tense. You are nearly ready to come undone just from his teasing, but you know that’s not what he wants. That’s not the game he’s playing. You raise your head from his chest just long enough to give him a pleading look.

He's doing a decent job of keeping his handsome features neutral, looking to a casual observer as though he is following the conversation around the fire and not driving you to madness under the blanket. But knowing him as you do, you can see the tiny giveaways that he, too, is flustered: the way his nostrils flare with his increased breathing rate, how his brilliant blues gleam with arousal, the way his plump lips part when he finally presses his middle finger deep into you.

Your wetness devours him readily. To hide the gasp and roaring flush on your cheeks, you pull the blanket up even farther. You clutch at his chest and your nails scrape his skin. After a few agonizing minutes, there’s no helping the instinct to grind your hips against his hand, wanting him deeper, wanting to consume him.

But while he smirks and is pleased with your desperation, he also will not relinquish control. He stills completely, one hand gripping your waist hard as a reminder of who is in charge. Your warm, wet heat clenches around his finger.

“Be good and stop squirmin’, little one,” he whispers low in your ear, “and maybe Daddy will keep finger fuckin’ you ‘till ya come.”

You stop moving but whine in response to those dirty words coming from his perfect pouty mouth—you just can’t help it—but it’s so quiet he can barely hear you. Your reward is another finger sliding deep into your heat. He picks up the pace in an unforgiving way. Gasping, you bite your lip when he curves those fingers just so, hitting that spot deep inside that is only his.

The blanket barely moves, and you have no idea what magic he is using to keep things so incognito, especially considering he naturally has so much energy that his limbs are usually vibrating uncontrollably. You still feel completely on display, though, especially when the pad of his thumb begins massaging your bud in time with his expert fingers pumping in and out of you.

I’m going to come undone, right here, in front of all the guys, you think in horror. You have no clue how you are going to keep quiet and still and good if that happens. Panic begins to build behind your arousal because you just know that coil is going to burst and you’ll cry out in ecstasy any second now (but a dark part of you is even more aroused by the scandalous nature of it all).

Elvis must sense the change in you because he edges you right up to the point of no return but not over. He halts his ministrations. You clutch desperately at his expensive shirt, certain you are going to shred it to pieces by the time this little game of his is through. Your heart pounds hard and fast against your ribcage, in time with his, and you wait to see what he has in store for you next. Because even though a part of you is embarrassed by this game, you are drinking in every drop of attention, relishing his command over you, needy for every morsel he deems to give you.

He’s considering his next move, you think, by the way his eyes narrow slightly and his grip on you shifts. When he pulls his fingers out of you, you almost moan for the loss of them, but catch yourself at the last second. Brazenly, he wipes his sticky fingers down your inner thigh, his eyes dancing with amusement as he does so.

You gape at him. He can’t be finished, you think dismally. He can’t leave me like this.

No, you don’t think so, not with the way you can feel his hardened length pressing into your hamstring.

He kisses your temple sweetly. “Now listen carefully, little girl: Imma need you to shift onto one of Daddy’s legs for a second. Nice and slow now, don’t call attention to it. And hold those ruined panties of yours to the side. I wanna feel that pretty little kitty weepin’ for me,” he rumbles in your ear.

Oh my goddd... The urge to moan long and loud fills you but you just nod instead.

You follow his directions and move your weight so one of his lean, muscled thighs is between yours. The rough fabric of his pants scrapes your bare pussy as he bounces his leg a few times, sending a cascaded of shivers into your belly. His pants will need to be dry cleaned for the soaking spot you’re leaving there, and part of you feels a sense of pride to be marking him in such a way. Mine.

Holding the blanket up to your shoulders dutifully, you stare at the golden flames licking into the air in front of you. No one seems to notice or care that you have shifted.

That’s when you feel it. The slow, deliberate way he undoes his belt, the ticking of his zipper. You blush furiously, then feel the spring of his heavy cock being released. Before you can react, he unceremoniously and quickly lifts you fully onto his lap, lining you up then impaling you down upon his length.

You cover your surprise and choke with a cough—not unusual considering you’re still recovering from bronchitis. Thank god you are as wet as you are because, even so, it’s a damn tight fit with him having been away these past few weeks. You have to keep yourself from rolling your eyes into the back of your head because he’s finally filling you the way you need him to.

Yes, this is what you wanted. This is what you needed. You just didn’t expect it to be in front of all his (albeit unaware) friends.

By the way Elvis grips your waist and from the soft grunt that escapes him, you know he’s struggling to contain his own reaction to your heat, despite the air of control he’s been exuding. He adjusts you how he wants you: leaning your back over his chest, your legs draped over his, his chin resting on your shoulder. With the way the seat of the chair tips down to the ground and with blanket pulled all the way up, nothing looks amiss.

You close your eyes and sigh, relishing the feel of him stretching you, his cock buried deliciously deep inside you. He envelops you in his arms, one under your breasts, the other at your lower belly. His warmth burns into your back, but he does not let you move. Those wiry but strong arms have effectively pinned you to him. Almost frantic, you try for some semblance of friction, anything at all to ease the tension, but he just chuckles at your near-silent gasps, holding you fast against him.

Finally, once you relent and relax, Elvis swivels his hips, again and again, in a slow rhythm not unlike one monumentally famous performance on TV in the beginning of his career, the one that sent the church ladies off their rockers and the teenage girls fainting. Suddenly, you want to giggle at the fact that his damn hips resulted in both his skyrocketing career and in his censorship because those same hips have certainly become even more skilled in the many years between then and now, but for different, more scandalous reasons. Maybe those church ladies had a point, after all, you laugh quietly. And it causes you to clench around his cock.

Then you hear a low growl in your ear: “What a dirty little girl you are, letting Daddy take you like this in front of all these men. Bein’ so good for me. You like this, baby girl?” Each statement is accentuated with a shallow but pointed roll of his pelvis.

You bite your lip, nodding. His dirty talk has molten heat flooding down your limbs and directly into your cunt. With the warmth of the roaring fire coupled with the passioned heat at your back, your arousal grows with each small movement, each scandalous word, and has you feeling like you might combust before this is all said and done.

So desperately do you want to ride him within an inch of his life, but he won’t allow it. No, this is his show, and you give into him, fully resting back onto his chest. He rewards you by finding your clit again, massaging it in slow time with his barely moving cock. The result is both torturous and delectable, working you into such a state that you dig your nails so hard into his clothed thighs that he hisses.  

“Fuck, little one, you feel so good,” Elvis breathes jaggedly into your ear. He presses a hand to your lower belly, then rolls his hips up. In this position, he’s big enough that you both can feel him there. “Takin’ my cock so well.”

You do your level best not to mewl, to stay quiet for him. Instead, your breathing pants through your nostrils and you try to keep your wits about you, trying to stay good as he fucks you so slowly within an inch of your life. Fucks you with all the guys around, who seem none the wiser.

He must feel you begin to flutter around him, your climax drawing ever closer. You feel like you’re about to burst because you need to scream, to moan out his name, do something that will let you release this pressure, but you tamp it all down as far as you can.

“Daddy’s gonna make you come now, sweetheart,” he purrs.

“N-not h-here,” you breathe out, panicked, knowing you can’t hold on much longer.

“Yes, here,” he chastises. “Right in front of ev’rybody. You’re gonna come so hard, baby, cuz Daddy treats you right, doesn’t he?”

You almost sob at that and nod, that coil poised to explode at any moment.

“But you’re gonna be good and so, so quiet cuz it’s just for me baby. You ain’t gonna cry out or move a muscle, okay?” he whispers and though he’s commanding, you know he’s close to losing control himself by how labored his breath is and how tightly he’s holding you.

You nod, and he flicks your clit with expert, rapid precision. “Now, lil’ one. Come now.”

That’s all you need. Quite suddenly, you are consumed by fire as hot as the one blazing in front of you. Your body tenses, then shudders violently in his lap and he holds you to him as you careen over the edge, lost to the dark night. It takes every ounce of self-control in you to not cry out, resulting instead in your huffed breaths. Long nails bite into his arms, clamoring for some outlet for your pleasure. Your eyes close, stars dancing behind them. Your walls clench and flutter around his length and you feel his slow rhythm begin to stutter.                                                        

“Fuck, baby, Jesus fuck, so good for m-me. Daddy’s gonna fill y-you up now. All mine. Aw, h-hell.” He pulses inside you, covering his own orgasm by biting deep into your shoulder, so hard you can feel it through the heavy winter coat you’re wearing. His thick, hot arousal throbs and coats your insides and you ride him through it with the tiniest rocking of your hips, feeling lighter than air but also grounded by him.

That’s what life with Elvis is like, you think. He grounds you to him, to his orbit, and sends you both shooting to the moon and the stars.  

Completely blissed out and spent, you fall into him, and he slumps back in the chair. As you come back down to Earth, you feel your breathing sync with his. You close your eyes and revel in the wonderful way he’s made you feel, this man you are so wildly in love with.

You’re no longer upset.

You’re just glad to be back in his arms.

Elvis nudges you and you realize you may have dosed off, as he is now soft inside you and the fire has dimmed some.

“I think you made quite the mess, lil’ mama,” he whispers, nipping at your ear.

Indeed. You can feel the cool pooling of your collective arousal coating you and his lap.

“I made the mess, huh?” you whisper back with a roll of your eyes.

“Oh, most definitely.” You can feel his boyish grin as he kisses your neck.

“Sure. And how exactly are we supposed to get back in the house without everyone knowing we had sex in front of them?”

He pauses and then you can feel the vibration of his chest as he starts to chuckle, that way he gets just before he has a laughing fit.

“Oh, don’t you dare start, E,” you warn. It’s contagious, of course, and you feel your own laughter bubbling. “You didn’t think this all the way through, did you, love?” you shake your head.

“That’s what I have you for!” he laughs.

“Well, I guess we’re just gonna have to sit here and simmer in our juices until everyone decides to go to bed, now won’t we?” you try to whisper sternly, but giggles escape at the complete ridiculousness of the situation.

“Not in our juices!” he cries with laughter. He’s completely beside himself, pressing his forehead into your back in an effort to hide his amusement.

“What was that, EP? Thought you both fell asleep over there,” Lamar says.

“N-nothing!” Elvis hiccups. “Just go about your business! Y’all must be getting’ tired, right? Time to go inside! Time for bed!” He flails his arms in the general direction of the house.

You are both trying, quite unsuccessfully, to hold back your laughter, and the guys are looking at you two like you’ve grown horns.

“Um, sure, EP? I guess it is getting late,” Charlie throws out.

Quizzical, the guys grumble a bit and begin to mosey their way towards the house.

“You comin’?” Lamar shouts.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it! We’ll get there!” Elvis calls, shooing him away, then dissolves into another peal of breathless laughter.  

“Okay, Crazy,” Lamar mumbles.

Elvis is sniffling and snorting by now. Your face is red and tears poke at the corners because the more he laughs, the more you laugh.

“I love you, Satnin,” he says, kissing your cheek gently once everyone is gone and your giggles have subsided.

“I love you, too, baby boy.” You press your forehead to his. “Now please tell me you have a handkerchief or something cuz otherwise you’re gonna need to wear this blanket around your waist to get inside.

“Anything for you, baby, anything for you,” Elvis says, holding back another peal of laughter.

And you know it’s true.

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[nalyra-dreaming]

Thank you for your consistently detailed analysis and speculation which have frequently calmed me down when I was concerned about the direction of the show. As long time VC fan, I'm not gonna lie, this show has often left me heartbroken- and not in a good way. I've been trying to get through it in hopes when we will finally get to see the real Lestat. But honestly, for me, if the drop is left in, than the character is done. There is no way to redeem him. And it just hurts because not only is it something that Lestat would never do to Louis, but it's something that was actually done to *him*. He suffered for years from that fall and it was one of the main reasons he went in the ground. It's important for his character development. I just don't understand the justification for leaving it as is especially since it isn't canon. I don't think I can take another 2+ years of Lestat being called an evil domestic abuser. How can audiences be expected to root for him. They won't. He will be condemned as the monster who dropped his partner from the stratosphere. Leaving it also ruins the L+L QotD flight. I just don't see the point in irrevocably damaging the main protagonist of the entire story. I'm heartbroken and furious. Please, help me understand.

*sighs* (Sending you a big hug.)

So. Emotions seem to be very high on this already, and it hasn't even aired yet. I'm just pointing that out because... what we have right now is hearsay - maybe directly, maybe over a few people in the middle... but ultimately we haven't watched it yet, right? Other people have. Other people, with their own understanding, and their own takes.

And yes, it was done to him. Exactly. And as just said in another ask, he has not told his side of the story yet. The trial, so also that part of it... will definitely be scripted. And we already know that what we were shown... cannot be trusted. Not a 100%.

Let's watch first and then judge, please.

Because so far this show has excelled at elevating the source material.

Which is not to say that they cannot make mistakes, obviously. And who knows, maybe I'll be disappointed AF after. We'll see.

But... there's a reason why they revisit all that. There's a reason. And, given that we're segueing into s3... and therefore Lestat's story?

I don't know how they re-contextualize it. I don't. But I think we need to see the bigger picture - and that won't be done by s2. (And I have a feeling like it might not even be done by s3...)

IF they follow the book IWTV here... then Lestat will testify against Louis and Claudia at the trial, seemingly out of revenge (but actually under duress), he will witness her burn, he will have the yellow dress. Louis and Armand will break up. Lestat and Louis will meet in the later contested NOLA meeting. Louis will end up alone at the end of the novel.

I don't know how the revisit fits with the trial. You probably know my feelings wrt the diary and the pages etc but it seems they are not used as heavily as anticipated.

IDK. Given the in-universe publication of the book IWTV I think they will follow the beats above - and episode 5, and the drop, are likely part of the accusation then.

Now, we know that it will be revealed later that this was done with manipulation and torture. That it was Lestat who was thrown off the tower later, and who needed decades to heal. Which fits with the "mind call" in 2x05, doesn't it.

IDK. I just want to point out that even if... EVEN IF THAT DROP STAYS FOR NOW - there is a lot more to it and they have already hinted at that.

So.

Yes, I can very well do without another 2 years of shit-show by some people, especially those unwilling to take the step back for the bigger picture. But ... I have become much, much better at blocking.

And I am not going to let them take away my joy. Especially... ESPECIALLY that we know - WE KNOW - that TVL is up in s3. They already confirmed that.

Don't let an unfinished puzzle or some asshats take your joy either, dear.

[valentinesdaydate98]

The Phantomhive Butler 3.5

Word count: 697

Pairing: Sebastian Michaelis x Reader

“Sebastian, care to explain why Charlotte has the dreaded Faustian mark on her hand?”

Oh, how Charlotte messed up!

Ciel was furious when he accidentally entered Charlotte’s room and saw her ungloved hand. So, he called a private meeting with Charlotte and Sebastian in his office. But instead of answering Ciel’s questions, Sebastian remained quiet and displayed a smirking smile. “Or perhaps you can explain the mark, Charlotte? Is that why you started wearing gloves?” Ciel asked with a smile on his face as he held Charlotte’s hand. He figured if he put on a nice persona, she’d reveal her explanation. However, Charlotte recognized the inauthenticity behind his expression. Ciel’s eyes burn with anger as he struggles to contain his frustration. She could sense the intense anger radiating from Ciel, directed more at her than at Sebastian. However, Ciel’s eyes concealed pain.

Charlotte felt disappointed in herself. She made a promise to Ciel to never be intimate with Sebastian, yet she broke it. It has been almost a month since Charlotte made the contract, and it has changed her. For one thing, she seemed more cheerful. No longer was her face covered in her salty tears, nor was her mouth formed into a frown. The pale skin that once resembled a vampire now has a shiny, bright glow. The usual banter between her and Sebastian was going strong and made her fall more in love with him.

“Ciel, please, you see…”

“I’m not in the mood for my time to be wasted. Do speak clearly and get to the point,” Ciel snapped.

His comment startled Charlotte. She often endured his rudeness, understanding that his youth and trauma were contributing factors. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, she would move on from his moments. However, something within her snapped, as well.

Charlotte slammed her hands onto his desk, frightening Ciel.

“Ciel, would it be alright if we talk privately? I’m sure you’ll find the answers you need if it’s just the two of us,” Charlotte said as she held back her tears.

“My ladyship?” Sebastian called to her as he approached closer to Charlotte.

“I’ll be fine, Sebastian. Please don’t trouble yourself. I need to speak with Ciel for a moment. Why don’t you turn to your chores for now?” Charlotte asked.

Sebastian hesitated, torn between his duty as a butler and the distress of leaving his ladyship in tears. Lucky for him, Ciel decided what Sebastian would do.

“It’s fine, Sebastian. I will call you once we have finished our conversation. I will need to talk to you as well. In the meantime, I am dismissing you,” Ciel said.

“As you wish, my lord. I won’t be too far from your office,” Sebastian said, but not before he winked at Charlotte, flustering the poor dear.

After Sebastian left, both remained silent. Both were desperate to say something about the incident. Both wanted to shout their frustrations at each other. However, nothing occurred until Charlotte timidly mumbled something. “I’m sorry, Ciel.”

“Apologizing for what exactly?” Ciel asked.

“For everything, I suppose. I broke my promise, I lied to you, I made a contract with Sebastian,” she stuttered as she remained strong enough to not let her voice crack and let her tears run down her cheeks. “I hurt you, didn’t I? I saw your face when you came into my room. It’s the same expression you made when a storm frightened you,” Charlotte said.

“What are you going on about?” Ciel asked as his cheeks blushed a soft pink rose color.

“Remember that time you visited for my seventeenth birthday and it was storming out? You were around five. You made the same expression as if you’d seen a tremendous storm when you saw my mark,” Charlotte explained.

“Charlotte, you didn’t upset me with your broken promise. People break them all the time. I’m used to it,” Ciel explained before he sighed. “The problem is that you made a contract with Sebastian. You’re in danger now. Honestly, why did you do it?” He said.

“Simple, Sebastian stitched my heart before it could break fully.” She explained with a gentle smile.

“I beg your pardon?” Ciel asked with disgust.

[dujour13]

Owlcatober 22. Nobility

“If it isn’t the Commander’s conman consort.” Daeran stood rod-stiff with both arms folded across his chest and his venom-green eyes flashing. “Honestly I’m not certain whether I’m more furious with you or with myself, to have been quite so easily hoodwinked.”

“Uh…” Woljif’s tail darted in time with his mind. Is this about that bottle of wine? The ruby cufflinks? The maps? The cut of the fake investment scheme? His eyes were wide with total innocence. “What about?”

“’Oh Count, I need a nice outfit to sit on the Knight-Commander’s council,’” Daeran mocked. “To sit on the Knight-Commander’s c—”

“Hold on, you’re mad about that?”

“I’m positively outraged!”

“But—” Woljif blinked. There were so many other things to be outraged-er about.

Daeran flipped a blond lock from his face. “That you didn’t confide in me! You could have told me it was a bid to seduce our brave and beloved bard.”

“You’re jokin’, right? You woulda laughed me outta town.”

“Touché. But I am nonetheless wounded.” Daeran stormed over to the drinks cabinet, poured himself a glass of wine and threw himself gracefully across a divan. “I’m taking credit, I’ll have you know. He did like the outfit, didn’t he?”

At the memory of Siavash’s eyes wandering down his chest – Is that a new shirt? It looks like silk – Woljif felt a flood of treacherous heat in his cheeks and pretended to search for something non-alcoholic among the Count’s bottles until it cooled down. “I guess.”

“You are so deeply in my debt you’ll require a potion of water-breathing.” It sounded like a threat. Daeran leaned forward on the divan, fixing him with a gaze of bright green shards. “Did he rip it from your trembling frame?”

“No!” Now it was Woljif’s turn to be outraged. “It cost a damn fortune.”

“Tsk. My dear Prince, you have so much to learn. Seductive apparel is meant to be ripped.”

“Really? When you got that much money, you just let people tear up your nice clothes?”

“I don’t let them, I enthusiastically encourage it! If any garment of mine did not simply cry out to be torn from my body I should be mortified.”

“Oh yeah?” It was purely academic interest that drew his gaze to Daeran’s ruffled powder-blue shirt, he would have sworn. This time Woljif didn’t catch the flush in time and had to feign a coughing fit.

“Please tell me you ripped his clothes at least,” Daeran said as soon as the fit passed.

Woljif narrowed his eyes, suspecting he was being mocked but grappling with certain doubts. Was that how you were supposed to do it? Had he messed up on some lovemaking ritual known only to the upper crust of society, and the chief was back there at the Citadel in his intact shirt feeling disappointed? Or was that just for toffs who rolled around in so much cash they didn’t know what to do with it except trash expensive stuff? Nah, more likely the Count was having a go.

He shrugged one shoulder and affected an air of confidence. “We weren’t in a rippin’ sorta mood.”

At that Daeran’s eyes lit up, though he sat very still as if to avoid scaring him off. “I see. What sort of mood was it, then? Shy, virginal probing? Frantic fumbling? And tell me, in the moment—la petite mort—is it chief? Knight-Commander? Or something soft, perhaps. Dove? Kitten?”

“I know what you’re doin’,” Woljif scoffed, moving toward the door. “And I ain’t that easy.”

“No. Stay right there or so help me. We are engaged in a game of riposte, you and I, and I believe I recall that you have made a solemn vow never to run away again.”

“Not to you.” But the Count was right about one thing. Woljif was desperate to tease from him the secrets of seduction, while he knew very well how dangerous Daeran could become when on the trail of entertainment, in this case apparently a play-by-play of his night with the chief.

“Yet you had best concoct some way to repay me or I promise you that you’ll regret it, my timorous tiefling.”

Woljif didn’t doubt he meant it. He stopped halfway to the door, calculating. Give a little, invite the obvious attack, and get the enemy to open up. “Fine. It was a romantic mood. Happy?”

Daeran certainly looked on the verge of happiness. “I’m afraid that’s too vague, my friend. Tender, trembling touches? Significant sighs? Longing looks?”

He made it sound like one of those dog-eared novels the chief kept on his nightstand, but in truth Woljif had to admit he kind of hit it on the head there, at least in some ways. He parried with “Is that so bad?”

“Oh, certainly not. Comically maudlin, but then what did I expect from Knight-Commander Butterflies?”

Despite the mockery, at the word “comically” Woljif’s brain went straight back to that night, to himself and Siavash tangled in the sheets together laughing until they cried, and it was too late to stop the huge, dopey grin that crept up and pounced on him.

“Aha.” Daeran pointed his wine glass and grinned triumphantly.

Woljif was going to have to concede defeat, but as he departed from the Count’s chambers he felt satisfied that while he’d learned little from the verbal sparring, he at least felt far surer that he hadn’t messed up with the chief. On the contrary. It might not have been the sophisticated clothes-rending dance of seduction the likes of Daeran and his dandies engaged in, but it suited him and the chief just fine. He could get everything he needed from those novels. Well, except maybe for more advice on rippable princely apparel.

[yankstrash]

Hi!

Quinn Hughes telling his family that him and you are expecting a baby and Ellen is like “it’s going to ruin your career” and is very disappointed! I’m just craving for some angst

request for anon :) i hope you like it !!!!

"You're WHAT?!" Ellen's voice boomed through the apartment, and not in an excited tone. That was definitely not the response you were expecting or hoping for from your mother in law as you just told her you were pregnant.

Ellen and Jim were in town for the Devils/Canucks game, and were staying with you and Quinn. You thought this would be the perfect time to tell them you and Quinn just found out you were having a baby. Guess not.

"Mom!" Quinn said back, disappointment evident in his voice. "What?! You're 23 years old, Y/N is 21, and your career is just getting started. How do you expect to raise a child with so much going on!" Ellen argued back.

You and Quinn knew it would be hard, but you were willing to work through it. The two of you have been talking about kids since you first started dating, and now that it's actually happening it felt like a dream. Apparently not for some people though.

"We're going to be just fine. You're supposed to be happy for us and support us!" Quinn said. You wanted to speak up too, but you were honestly shocked at Ellen's reaction. The two of you have been close ever since you met Quinn, and you always looked forward to the day you got to tell her you'd be giving her a grandchild.

Ellen sighed and took a few seconds to collect herself before speaking again. "I love you, and I love Y/N, but this was not the right time for a child. It's going to ruin your career." She said, much more calm, but it almost hurt worse hearing those words than any other words she had said previously.

You couldn't stand it anymore. You turned and hurried off to you and Quinns shared bedroom, slamming the door once you were inside. You threw yourself on your bed as tears streamed down your face. You were so upset by Ellen's reaction to your pregnancy. Gosh, if this is how she reacted, what will YOUR parents say?

The thought of that gave you even more anxiety, and you began to cry harder. Within seconds, you heard the bedroom door open and close gently.

"Baby?" Quinn said. You responded to him with choked sobs. He sat down next to where you were laying on the bed and began to rub your back. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry sweetheart. I cannot believe she reacted that way, I am furious." He said.

You didn't know if that made you feel any better. If anything, it may have made you feel worse. You hated the idea of driving a wedge between Quinn and his mom, whom he loved very much. They were so close, and the thought of them growing apart because of you killed you.

"It's okay, it just shocked me. I really thought she would be thrilled." You said, rolling over to face him. "She'll come around, I promise." He said caressing your cheek.

You could only hope Quinn was right. You didn't know how you were going to do this without Ellen by your side.

[squ1d-1]

So people only really started to take my pain seriously after I started using a cane.

I started using it about a week ago an already my family has been talking about physical therapy and stuff, which is a bit ironic since I spent basically my whole life having constant knee pain and occasionally other joint pains, but thankfully most days I could walk without too much difficulty.

I didn't really know what it was like to live pain free until now. I noticed only about the age of 12 that the normal baseline pain was exactly zero, and even then it took me a while to come to terms with that.

I'm still quite young , so I am honestly disappointed but not surprised that family and medical professionals didn't take me seriously then and don't really now.

Although I find it interesting that immediately upon having some physical marker that denotes me as a disabled person, I get listened to. If people behaved the same way then like they do now it could have saved me multiple years of pain and exhaustion. It makes me kind of furious that this is all it took and it couldn't have happened earlier. At the same time I know I'm lucky to get help now rather than later, and that at least my joint pain is somewhat treatable. I will still keep using the cane though because of other health issues that are, from what I can tell chronic.

[aphroditelovesu]

Ello Guv'na Could you do yanmom rhaenyra love letter about reader and yan romance alicent's relationship (Thanks, your writing is my metaphorical heroin😁)

(awwnnn, thank u anon! 😊❤️)

My lovely child,

I cannot express how disappointed I am to learn of the nature of your relationship with the Queen. There aren't enough words to describe my hatred and sadness upon learning of this situation. How can you do that? Did she force you into this? Oh, (Y/N), please answer me honestly.

I really want to believe that you were forced into this, that she forced you and that you didn't get involved with her out of pure and spontaneous will. I find it hard to believe this and even more so in what my eyes have seen and what has been said to my ears. No mother would want to see her own child in such a situation and knowing that you are with her makes me so angry and disappointed. I can't lose anyone else I love over that woman and I won't.

My baby, I want you to separate from her immediately and when you do we will go back to Dragonstone. I know you are going to be upset about this but it's for your own good. She can't be trusted, none of them can be trusted, and I can't have my most loved child getting hurt because of them. You will see, in the long run this will be the best thing for you.

Don't be mad at me because I am the one who is furious about this whole situation. You are my child and therefore you must obey my orders as they are thought only for your good. If you get sad, don't worry, your mom will be here to comfort you. I will always be here for you, whenever you need me I will be there for you.

I love you and listen to me this time, please my baby, I am just looking out for you.

With all the love,

Your beloved mom, Rhaenyra Targaryen.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Some replies! About Crewel, about cheating, about Jamil stripping, about Sebek witnessing some life-altering things.

Anonymous asked:

Your kuroshitsuji art is just sooo good <3

Thank you so much, Anon! <3 I am very happy that we can post it and that people enjoy it.

Anonymous asked:

OMG HAVE YOU SEEN CREWEL SSR

Anonymous asked:

SSR CREWEL CARD DROPPING! Thoughts?

IT'S SO GOOD, BUT SO OVERWHELMING. I am so happy we're getting NRC staff cards. I want to see Trein…

I wonder what his groovy is going to be like; I wish we’d see the inside of his car, but I feel like it’s going to be something NRC-related.

It also kind of made us think and discuss just how much money Crewel might have, you know, with his fancy old car, his coats + that building behind him that could just be NRC, but could also be a wall of his own place. Cruella had that manor in addition to her flat/house, what if Crewel also owns a property? What if he comes from old money? And what if he doesn’t come from old money and just rents expensive shit every month to look fancy… I wonder if the salary is good at NRC…  

Anonymous asked:

How would the twst guys react to walking in on their paramours cheating on them.

To be honest, Anon, it’s always a bit difficult to think about cheating when it comes to the way we ship characters. There are multiple ways to go around it, and it really depends on what kind of scenario we want: an angsty one or a horny one (yay NTR!). And with some characters and ships, certain situations would be much more upsetting than the others…

In general though, I feel like everyone would get upset in their own way. I wouldn’t want to break the bottoms’ hearts too much (aside from intentionally mean scenarios); the tops would get horny though! They always do for some fucking reason.

But! Speaking of being upset in their own way: I also wrote a post on a similar topic before: the one about twst guys reacting to their loves calling them by the wrong name. Even though there are some specific (calling someone by the wrong name could be an accident and/or doesn’t necessarily apply that the person is actively cheating), I feel like the overall reaction would be pretty much the same… but twice as furious, yikes lol

Sorry if this is a disappointing reply. Thank you for your ask!

Anonymous asked:

Sebek should walk on Silver and Lillia one day and Lillia invites him to fuck Silver alongside him

Yeah, this is something that is bound to happen at some point because Lilia really isn’t careful about how secretive he is when he is with Silver. It’s honestly a miracle that it would take Sebek this long to walk in on them lol

He would absolutely get invited. And it’s not like he can say “no” to Lilia (and it’s not like he wants to, considering how good Silver looks in this state…).

Anonymous asked:

I was reading the stripper post and I saw the Jamil scenario so clearly in my head that I thought I was having allucinations. Picture this: in some unspecified future Kalim has taken over his duties as an Asim, and has just struck a major deal with some very important business partners, so he decides that to celebrate he'll treat them to anything they want. After some fake objections (Oh we couldn't possibly impose on you like this...) they suggest a strip club. Great idea! Kalim immediately books the location. As in, only the location... without the strippers. He just thought it would be more fun if they could do the dancing themselves, but... uh? Why does everyone suddenly looks so down? Oh, maybe they're just shy? In that case Kalim will go first to break the ice! Jamil of course would ask him to let him handle it (As the heir you cannot afford to embarrass yourself in front of these people!). Any complaints from the guests would probably die down pretty quickly (As expected from Asim, everything they offer is first-rate, even their servants!), with mission entertain-the-guests being a complete success. Although mission try-to-stop-Kalim-from-making-a-fool-out-of-himself wouldn't go as well... he would likely last less than five minutes before going "That looks like fun!" and deciding to join Jamil (mostly because he suddenly really really really wants to touch Jamil)

Oh my god, leave it to Kalim fucking al-Asim to think that strip clubs are for dancing. Just what one would expect from a guy that treats his harem like a bunch of cool friends. I have no idea how Jamil didn’t prevent this type of situation from happening, but we can’t blame it on him: the guy has too much on his plate… and now he has even more on his plate with this whole stripping thing + with Kalim joining him!

Of course he would suddenly really-really want to touch Jamil, I wonder why…

I can’t even say anything about Kalim’s business partner because I am super jealous of them: they got to witness the best thing ever. Jamil was born to strip and dance 😭

[fnafsbheadcanon]

Eleanor: Tsk tsk. I have to say Mimic I’m disappointed. Really I am.

The Mimic make a whirring noise which was anger at the female mannequin.

Eleanor: It’s honestly laughable. You lost to a mere child. All of that power over this ruined mall, the virus in your hands, and the deception to humans. Yet all of that was lost to a boy.

The monster couldn’t stand up. Not without that MXES machine preventing him to. It was powerless here. That damn brat ruined everything and fooled me to the last bit.

It was so close catching him too. Then yet, it was almost like he knew what to do. Led to this… purgatory. With no way out without its captor and guard. It knew she was right. All of the things it could have done. Was wasted because of Gregory.

Eleanor: I must say that he really got my attention. He must be if not the only one to be the smartest one of the others. Such age with such massive knowledge could be very valuable. He’s smart, resourceful, and… familiar.

The mimic narrowed its eyes at her. It knew exactly where she was going and even it’s just a machine. It can fell the burning rage in its systems. She’s deceptive, cunning, and master of getting what she needs. She wouldn’t dare-

Eleanor: Perhaps finding him myself, and maybe take action on him wouldn’t be too bad. After all with him such gift and talent could be a potential threat to me. But also the key to all my solutions.

It was enraged, furious even. So mad to the point its claws gave cracks to the pavement floor. She was going to take its prized possession. He’s mine. I found Davi- Gregory first. My favorite apprentice. NOT YOURS!!!

Eleanor: I would just stand her and keep making fun of for your failures. But overall, I don’t think you’ve done.

She pulled out an walkie talkie in the shape of Glamrock Freddy. She threw the backpack that had the name Gregory on it.

Eleanor: Luckily for you I will at least help you this bit, but the rest is for you to do.

She proceeded to throw the device near one of the Mimic hands. It observed it for few seconds and then looked back at Eleanor.

Eleanor: I help you leave this place with the hands of a girl Gregory is familiar. Once you escape you get to have fun again.

She then proceeded to head of the mimics lair and heads out of the establishment.

Eleanor: However. By the time you escaped your chains and released from your rotting cell. Gregory will already be mine.

She then pushed the heart shaped button just below her throat. She jerked and shook, but visibly softened, her robotic body was no more, and turned into a girl. The height of an 11 year old. Wearing overall blue skirt, white shirt underneath, white socks covering a third of her ankles, and blue shoes. Her brown wavy long hair. With some green eyes to finish.

Eleanor: With such similarities and ability, he’ll make my wishes of bringing the family come true.

She gave a little wave out to the world, then skipped out into the sunshine and down to the city to find where Gregory could be. She has a good suspicion where he might live. Thanks to those two fools Gregory has attachment too. The blonde lady and the bear will be an issue. But an issue she can solve. Once she seizes that boy she’ll begin the reunion.

…

The mimic watched as Eleanor left. It couldn’t control its movements. It looked at the walkie talkie. It didn’t want to accept her gift. Anyone but her. But what choice did it have? Nothing. Sooner it will fall apart and be useless collection of garbage to be thrown away and forgotten. With great reluctance, it grabbed the walkie talkie. It felt annoyed; then it felt determined. And then it felt vengeance.

Mimic-Gregory: Cassie?! Cassie can you hear me?!

I love how half of this post is just Eleanor making fun of the mimic

[thegreymoon]

Eternal Brotherhood

Of course he found her just like that, as if she was in another room and not god knows where in a strange province filled with 'orcs' 🙄

I've mostly enjoyed this drama so far, but this has been beyond stupid. It is more than just a plot hole. It is not even a crater, but a major geological event.

Am I supposed to believe that a princess (an heir to a throne, no less) could just fuck off with just one person and a handful of maids knowing and leave not just the city but wander off into a completely different province that is way, way, waaaaaay to the north and fraught with dangers of all kinds and barely get into any trouble along the way? And that the Lord Chieftain would fall for all that nonsense and not uncover the whole thing in five minutes? And that Zichuan Xiu would find her within five minutes of looking for her in said enemy province? And she did all this with no provisions, no experience, no clue what she was doing? Come on, now.

And do not get me started on the orcs!! I am pissed and furious.

Look, I'm not going to pretend that this show didn't lose a lot of its salience for me when they killed the older actors off. The younger cast has just not been measuring up and I honestly have no clue what direction they are headed in now, but I'm patiently waiting for them to refocus. However, if this is how they are planning to continue? I will be so disappointed. Anyway, this drama is short, so I will be finishing it no matter what, but hopefully this whole Ning escapade has been just a two-episode glitch rather than the new standard I need to get used to.

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LMAO, the so-called 'orcs' know A-Xiu.

Watch them not be orcs at all. Or about to eat her.

Complete nonsense sequence.

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More of the 'orcs'.

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I just googled an overview of this world and apparently, Ka Dan is a demon. Oh my god.

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Toddler behaviour.

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Actually, none.

She met a very helpful innkeeper, a bunch of really desperate, starving people and 'orcs' who are not really orcs and who were not out to eat her, but wanted to treat her injuries.

***

I am rooting for them but, yikes.

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I can't believe they are threatening these poor people.

They should kill and eat them both.

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Honestly, fuck Ning and her horse.

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This damn country is so mismanaged.

Dystopian hell.

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OMG, they filmed Si Yilin taking a piss, all complete with the audio effects 🤣🤣

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And he didn't wash his hands!

[kahlanmars]

BAD FEELING part. 9

Oh hello hello! *Effie's voice* this is the last chapter before the games so I wanted to give you a little Haymitch's indulgence here! So for the questions: is Effie part of the revolution? Is there a revolution to begin with? So many questions so little chapters.

MASTERLIST

*gif not mine*

9. I don't think I will

Before you could even realise what you are doing, you are pushing Clark against the wall with all the strength you have, blurred by rage. 

«I will kill you!» You shout, and he is, for once, taken by surprise. How dare he. Yes it is true you sleep with your mentor, but he makes it like you do it for the sponsor. You have wanted to do it for two years, you have a huge crush for Haymitch since he was your boss. Of course he doesn't know that, but he spoke nonetheless. Stupid Clark with his stupid mouth.

Will Haymitch think that too? That you wanted to use him with pleasure and sex to get all the sponsors? That every moan, every giggle, every kiss is fake?

«Haymitch stop them!» Effie orders, but he just shakes his blonde head.

«No, I don’t think I will.» He grins. He grins?! His reputation is ruined too, why is he smiling? Maybe he wants you to take that punch, maybe he is angry.

«Oh, Haymitch.» 

It's Effie who separates us. Which is the best thing before he overthrows you. Clark smirks, though, and it's infuriating.

Will Perla and Lora think that you are a calculating schemer too? You really like them, you don’t want them to despise you. And Portia? Cinna? Katniss and Peeta? Oh gosh, your mother. Holly will be furious. Her precious daughter reported sleeping with an older drunk out of marriage. If you get to be spared from death in the games she will kill you. 

«Let's go home.» She repeats, and she takes you by the shoulders. Haymitch goes near Clark. 

«Oh well, I think that answers my question.» She adds after a while.

«I didn't want to lie to you.» You turn to Effie with a concerned look. My heavens, Effie.

She pats your cheek, but you can see a glimpse of disappointment in her eyes. «I understand.»

«No you don't! I wanted to tell you, you are my best friend here! I just didn't want you to think I'm a bad person.»

«Why would I think that?»

«Because I sleep with my mentor? But I like him since-» You can’t finish the sentence, because she stops you. 

«I know. I've noticed way before the games when I went to district 12. And I honestly don't get why but if you are happy… I just wished that you trusted me.» Even her purple wig seems less sparkling.

«I trust you! I do! It's not about trust, it's about safety and, and I didn't want to tell you casually… it’s the stuff that matters, you know? I wanted a speech. A prepared speech. I wanted you to be proud of me.» Maybe she notices your watery eyes because she squeezes your shoulder and she strokes your hair.

«Daisy, of course I am proud of you. You rocked that interview like a Capitol girl,» And this time you like how it sounds, because it’s Effie’s voice that pronounces it. «And we won’t mention what you did yesterday, but… I am. You shouldn’t be worried about my opinion of you, I am proud of you.»

You jump into her arms so suddenly she loses her balance for a moment thanks to her high heels. «I love you Effie, I really do.»

«I love you too, darling girl.» You close your eyes and you almost believe everything will be okay. «Just try to stay alive for the first few days.» She whispers in your ear.  

What the hell does it mean? 

At the penthouse, you are directed to your room with a plan in mind, but before that you pass through Clark’s room. You shouldn’t poke the bear, you know, but you are still bursting in rage when you think about him.

You didn’t do anything wrong, not to him anyway. The Dianna Problem was more than ten years before and you didn’t think about it anymore, you didn’t in years. 

But you are not a moron, you know something is going on. The words Effie said to you like a big secret, Finnick’s whispers at the parade, and when you helped Haymitch with his hangover he spluttered something about you being “not a collateral damage anymore”. Plus, when Katniss and Peeta were at the mansion they were sneaking around without a good reason.

If you needed to stay alive “for the first few days” maybe there were some new rules nobody knew about. And maybe having Clark as an ally could guarantee his life. You hate him for sure, but he is Madge’s cousin and you care for Madge, so you should do one last try. 

«I didn’t sleep with him for the sponsors.» You clarify. You don’t go into his room, just at the door, and you can see an avox in the other room… just to be safe. 

«I don’t believe you.» He is sitting in his bed, his room is identical to yours and he looks sad. Well, tomorrow you two will be dead, so you get why.

«Don’t believe it if you don’t want to, but it’s true. I’ve liked him since I started working for him.»

He shakes his blonde head. «In his big victor house, surrounded by his victory money?»

You roll your eyes. Why did you have to clear your image with him? What is wrong with you, pathetical people pleaser? He makes your blood boil in your veins. «It’s not like that, he has always been kind to me and-»

«Cut the crap. I don’t believe you.»

«Effie believes me.» You add. You know he doesn’t love your escort as much as you do - you practically worship her ground - but she always has been good to him too.

«Effie is a Capitol bitch, I bet she didn’t even think about it.»

You snap your head so hard it actually hurts. How dare he talk about your escort like that? All the good thinking about Madge is forgotten now. 

«Ehi, hate me as much as you want but don’t insult her. She has been nothing but good to us.»

«After she picked our names to be slaughtered you mean?» He gets up and you take a step back. He is taller than you, older than you and fitter than you. You can’t beat him without a tool. «Dear heavens Daisy, you are just like them. You talk about manners and you dress in your pretty princess dresses but you are a manipulative slut. A victor’s slut. And I’m not looking forward to it, but I swear I will enjoy killing you.»

That’s what you are to a lot of people now. A victor’s slut. Well, better than a Capitol’s killer, which is very true by the way. 

He is nuts. You don’t deserve that type of hate, like you did something very bad to him or his family. All this is because you kissed his sister when you were almost children. His hands are shaking like he is trying not to attack you, you can see all the hatred in his eyes. 

Does he want a Capitol bitch? You will give him Capitol bitch with a smile on your face. You are very good at playing that part, you have been said. 

«Really? Who do you think Haymitch will save? Give me ten minutes and I will have someone who kills you for me. And when you will be bleeding to death in that damn arena, all alone in the world, do you think our mentor will spend his money for you?» 

He knows he can’t attack you the third time without having a penalty in the games, so you walk away with a big grin. 

For now you won.

Your plan, by the way, wasn’t to piss off your fellow tribute. It was to take booze from your mentor-in-love and get drunk. Not so much, just a little, just to not think about tomorrow. To create bliss in your brain. You have a great teacher. You really don’t want to think about the games, or the man you killed yesterday.

Is this how your life will be from now on? Killing and sleeping around and doing whatever Snow wants like a perfect doll just to protect Holly and Effie? Haymitch refused to play Capitol’s game and all his family was killed.

A lot of great people did the same, you think. You are not great. You need to survive and you need the people you love to survive.

But you really don't want to think about it.

And you are successful until your door opens and Haymitch comes in your bed, close to you. You immediately hug him, letting your nightgown loose. This is another kind of distraction. And he is hot when he wears black.

«What are you doing, sweetheart?» He asks, a little bit concerned, maybe because there is a bottle in your right hand.This is usually the other way around.

«Sweetheart.» You mock him in his accent and start kissing his jaw. «Dear heavens, your hair is stupid.»

«Thanks, pretty drunk girl.» He tries to get the bottle, but it’s yours. Well it was his before but it’s yours now. 

«Pretty?» You pout.

«Girls who steal my booze don’t get to be called beautiful.» 

«Your hair is really stupid.» You kiss him on the neck. «But you are handsome.» 

«The most awesome and handsome and intelligent man you know?» He repeats from the interview, with a hint of humour in his voice.

«Totally. With a heavy underline on “handsome” with this jacket that will now go on the floor.» He happily oblige to your orders, taking off the jacket in a minute and tossing it on the floor of your bedroom. 

«Do you really think that?» He asks after a minute, letting his guard down. You can hear he is not believing this. 

«Of course.» You answer in a heartbeat. «You are what I said about you in the interview.»

«Mh.» He mumbles and he kisses your cheek. «You idolised me, gorgeous.»

«No!» You are serious now. A little puzzled by the alcohol but serious. «You are. I’ve seen you covered in vomit multiple times, there’s not so much room to idolise someone after that. You are cunning, you are so intelligent that I can’t keep up with your schemes. I think Snow did what he has done because he was scared of your mind at sixteen years old. Life has been horrible to you and yet I’ve never seen you doin’ something really evil. You are grumpy, yes, and do I think it’s sexy? Yes, but that is not the point. You are grumpy but you have a good heart. If anyone is asking why one is with the other it should have been me.»

«You are kidding.» He shakes his head, but you catch him in your lips. Please, please, kiss me like this forever.

«I know I’m young and…» He raises an eyebrow.

«I’m not with you because you are beautiful. Well, you are a beauty, that’s for sure.» He raises his hands. «And I will not lie and say I don’t enjoy sex with a hot girl.»

«Well it would be devastating.» You point out. Sex with him is awesome. And you don’t have that much experience, but you are sure he enjoys it.

«But you are much more. You are elegant, when you go into a room all the eyes will be on you, you are a magnet. You are an enthusiast. You are kind. And I like that you are not that good, you know?» He smirks. What does it mean?!

«I am an angel!» You sound insulted. And maybe you are a little less insulted when he starts kissing your palm, but still.

«With horns.» 

«You really don’t think I’m good?» You are more serious now. You don’t want him to see you that way. 

«I think you are with the people you care for. You are loyal.» He strokes your hair. «But if you want something you will have it.» 

You get to kiss him. Again. He is addictive. «Obviously.»

«And I like the schemes of this little head of yours.» 

«I don’t know what you are talking about, I am adorable.» You pout, and in response he takes you on his lap. 

«You really are. You should finish drinking tho, you are not that used to it.» He takes the bottle this time, only to drink from it himself. You take the opportunity to place small kisses on his chest.

«I can handle myself.»

«I know you can. But losing you… you know, I really didn’t want to like you. After my family and Marjorie, I really wanted to stay away from you. And I clearly lost that battle so now you have to stay alive.» 

You can sense the tone shifting, and he never, never talks about his ex girlfriend, the one who died in the fire next to his parents, so you just hug him tight and give him a real, long kiss on the lips that wants to say I’m here for you, I’m not leaving you, I’m so in love with you.  

«I’m planning to stay alive. I will get out of that arena. I will return to you.» He smiles again, and after that promise his smirking reforms. The confession moment is over.

«My warrior.» He takes off your nightgown and begins to kiss your cleavage. See? Enjoying it. «So beautiful.» He murmurs against your skin.

«I’m not a warrior. I was a princess and that was my only tactic and now… people hate me and I won’t have any sponsor?» You say it like it’s small talk, but you are really worried. Maybe if you talk about it like that it won’t be so scary anymore.

«People don’t hate you. You managed it really well. Of course some of them think you did it for the sponsors, but… you mentioned you had someone, you said all those words about me to Caesar, it could have been worse. A lot of Capitols think I took advantage of you, I am the bad guy.»

You let out a sigh. This is better. You can work on “I had a crush on my mentor”, it was the truth after all.

You fake a gasp and climb on his body again until you meet his gaze with a devilish smile. «But you took advantage of me, Mr. Abernathy. Looking all handsome while training me, calling me sweetheart all the chances you’ve had… a girl can’t help herself for long. I had to have you. I needed to be yours.» You practically purr. 

«You are all mine, doll?» He looks at you with his blue eyes and he pierces your heart. You can’t tell him you are in love.

«I am yours. Your doll.» You take off his shirt, «Your sweetheart.» You kiss him again, with passion burning on your lips. «Now I’m your Daisy.»

«Yes, mine, my Daisy.» He whispers back, and he pushes you on the mattress. You don’t dare to ask him the same thing. You don’t want a negative answer, not the night before the games.

«Your Daisy.» You repeat against his skin.